Encounter on Wheels

My name is Mark and I’m married with children. One foggy November evening I caught the ‘bus home from work as usual and gradually became aware that a young fellow sitting next to me was accidentally on purpose touching my leg. I couldn’t believe it, but didn’t resist, more out of shock than anything. Encouraged, he became bolder and I became stiffly erect as he expertly fondled my crotch.

‘Let’s move to the back of the bus,’ he whispered.

I was scared to death really, but knew suddenly, more or less to my horror, that I wanted to.

We sat on the back seat in the semi-darkness. ‘Take off everything except your shirt,’ he told me.

‘I can’t,’ I protested. ‘Not here. Someone might...’

He put his mouth close to my ear. ‘Get your fucking kit off!’

His insistence worried me, but heightened my considerable excitement. I glanced up the bus. No-one seemed to be looking our way.

‘You haven’t done this before, have you?’

‘No,’ I admitted, my stomach churning but my penis becoming even harder.

‘It’ll be great, I promise.’ He kissed the side of my mouth briefly. ‘Now take off your clothes while we still have the time.’

I took off my coat and tie and laid them on the seat to my left. I slipped off my shoes.

‘Now your socks!’

‘Do I need to take my socks off?’ I asked shakily.

‘I want you to!’

I did as I was told, and felt the dirty floor and a couple of cigarette ends beneath my bare feet.

He smiled, pleased at the progress he had made, no doubt. ‘Just your trousers now,’ he urged.

I unfastened my belt quickly, deciding to get on with it now. I unzipped, feeling that everyone on the bus must know that I was undoing my trousers. I pulled them down, over my feet and off in one movement. I put them and my socks on top of my coat. My white underpants were tented with my almost painful hardness and, I realised, a little wet from my pre-come. I sat beside him in just those and my shirt, feeling dangerously exposed and very vulnerable.

My companion held my stiff cock through my stained underwear. ‘Feels like a nice, thick dick,’ he commented. ‘Let’s see, shall we?’

He lifted my underpants over my rigid shaft. My member glistened in the dim light, the veins standing out visibly. I felt as randy as hell by then and pulled my pants down my legs and off, dropping them on the floor. I leaned back in the seat, my erection sticking through my shirt.

‘That’s it,’ he said in a husky voice. ‘Now you’re just as I wanted you to be. In your shirt and nothing else. Ready for me to fuck. I love married men with big pricks, so I always look for a wedding ring when I’m picking someone out. Your knob is just as meaty as I’d hoped, and your balls are quite big too, aren’t they?’

He touched my exposed genitals for the first time. It was like an electric shock lancing my groin. His fingers fondled my hot and sweaty penis before moving to my hairy testicles. I wanted to groan, animal-like, as he pleasured my private parts with abandon.

‘Pull your legs up and rest your feet on the edge of the seat,’ he ordered.

Again I did as I was told and was soon feeling that I’d died and gone to heaven as he set to work on the skin between my bollocks and my arsehole.

‘Oh God, that is so fucking lovely,’ I whispered, then met his eyes. I was anxious yet brazen now. ‘You are going to finger my hole, aren’t you? I’m so desperate for you to do that.’

He smirked. ‘Ask nicely.’

I didn’t hesitate. ‘Please play with my arsehole,’ I whimpered, knowing he wanted me to beg in this abject way.

‘A married guy wants his bum explored?’ he jeered, continuing the game.

‘Force me open,’ I pleaded.

‘How man fingers can you take, I wonder?’

‘Let’s find out!’ I gasped, like an overheated whore.

He kissed me full on the lips. ‘Don’t worry, you hot-arsed husband. I’m going in up to the knuckles. But for fuck’s sake don’t cry out when it hurts like hell. Bite your lips and draw blood if you like but don’t make a noise. You’ll be glad you suffered when my cock takes the place of my fingers and my big swollen end is slamming against your prostate.’

I gaped. ‘You’re going to actually fuck me? Here?’

His face came close to mine again. ‘When you step off this bus, your virginity will be history,’ he promised. ‘Believe it!’

As his mouth closed over my hardness and his tongue set to work, tantalizing my piss-slit, I felt a finger at my anus, which is quite hairy. He thrust into me, right in, and I barely prevented a yelp. He was sucking my erection rhythmically now and the sensation was delicious, pushing me rapidly towards ejaculation.

I exploded into his mouth, flooding it with my semen in seconds as I pumped madly in an ecstatic orgasm. He swallowed every drop of my warm, thick man- juice, then released my soaking wet penis and licked his lips. He had enjoyed my offering, I could see. He smiled at me, then took me by surprise by abruptly forcing a second finger into my bum, torturing me in the wake of my orgasm. He entered me up to his knuckles, as he had assured me he intended to, raping my bowels with stiff-fingered cruelty.

He spared me a third finger, seeing I’d had enough, I suppose, and perhaps fearing that I might cry out if he fed me any more. He put his mouth to my ear and I got a whiff of my own spunk on his breath.

‘Time for me to despoil you,’ he whispered.

I was assailed by a sudden panic at the prospect, but still wanted him to take me fully.

‘How do you want me?’ I croaked.

He pulled his own trousers and underpants down to his ankles. His cock was alarmingly big and stiff, sticking up proudly and aggressively. My pubic hair is black, quite thick and coarse, but his was a wide, curly brown forest that dwarfed my plentiful growth.

‘Sit on it,’ I was ordered, as he pulled back the skin to reveal his shining purple glans, taut as plums. He was going to rip me apart, I knew, but nonetheless I needed that frightening tool up my arse now to satisfy the volcanic lust that this young man had aroused in me.

‘Come on, you cock-loving husband,’ he urged me. ‘It’s time for me to claim that gagging hole of yours. You’re desperate for this now, anyway, aren’t you?’

I nodded weakly, then surprised him by unbuttoning my shirt and throwing it off. I was completely naked now.

‘But I told you to...’ he began.

I interrupted. ‘I need to be totally stripped when I ride on you. I’m giving myself up totally to this, you see, and I don’t want to be wearing a stitch when you come into me. Now fuck me...fuck me!’

As I finished speaking I was straddling his legs with mine. I lowered myself and he guided my bumhole onto his bone-hard staff and impaled me. It was agony when the swollen head of his shaft forced its way past the muscles of my sore rectum, but his ruthless raping of me by determinedly forcing the entire length of his punishingly rigid member into my bowels in one further thrust sent a wave of searing pain lancing through my body. I clenched my teeth and my toes. My anus was stretched wickedly by the thick base of his rampant cock. I felt his wiry pubic hair against my abused opening and felt relieved that he was at least fully inside me now and there was no more insistent man meat for me to accommodate.

‘Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck...’ I whimpered quietly.

‘The hurting bit is over now,’ he whispered soothingly, stroking the hair on my broad chest and fondling my big nipples surprisingly gently. ‘Just go with it and it’ll be much, much better...’

He was right and soon I was riding on him shamelessly, anticipating each long stroke of his wonderful prick. I bit my tongue to suppress the primeval grunts I wanted to make at this animal pleasuring of me. I never suspected that my arse could bring me such rapture.

In the midst of this most fantastic of fucks, I suddenly became aware that an old woman in a seat up ahead had turned to look towards the back of the bus and was staring incredulously at me. My chest was bare of course and this fact coupled with my up and down motion made it abundantly clear that I was not only minus most or all of my clothing but was in the throes of anal intercourse before her very eyes. I smiled idiotically at her, then threw back my head, closed my eyes and opened my mouth wide as my partner in sodomy fired spurt after spurt of his jism deep into the recesses of my bowels.

My knob had stiffened again during my deflowering and I committed an act of vandalism of sorts by creaming all over the back of the seat in front of me. I had never spunked so much at a second ejaculation. I let out a shuddering gasp and opened my eyes to see that the old woman had not turned away but had witnessed me reaching my climax. I smiled again, hoping that the show I’d given her, which she had undoubtedly enjoyed, for she was smirking now, would prevent her making a fuss about our activities.

Stark naked as I was, I just wanted to lie along the back seat and sleep. I began to move into that position, unbelievably oblivious of the possible consequences, but my young seducer whispered urgently to me that I needed to dress and damned quickly too – he was getting off the bus in a minute and he didn’t want me discovered fast asleep with my discarded clothing all around me after he’d gone. He picked up my underpants from the floor.

‘Get these on,’ he ordered.

I took them and began to struggle into them. He knelt down on the floor in front of me and put my socks on for me. I gathered my wits a bit then and looked around for my shirt. He kissed me suddenly, whispered ‘Take care,’ and hurried up the bus gangway.

I managed to make myself decent before it was time for me to alight and made my own way between the seats. At one point I stopped involuntarily beside the old woman when she caught my eye. To my disbelief, her hand crept beneath my overcoat and briefly felt my crotch.

‘Sit beside me next time, young man,’ she said to me. ‘I’m often on this bus!’

I stared at her, and then felt an unmistakable response between my legs. I wanted to undress for her, and expose my body to another stranger. God, this journey was certainly teaching me things about myself, and no mistake.

I smiled at her again, and knew in that moment that one day soon she too would touch my erect cock and hold my balls. I would let her rub me to completion and then come all over her hand...

I left the bus in a daze of sexual thoughts.

That night I fucked my wife with a passion, reliving my gay encounter in my mind as I did so. This led me to ask her directly to do something I’d often wanted but held back from requesting.

‘Play with my arsehole,’ I begged. ‘Stick your finger in it...please!’

Reluctantly at first, her hand reached around and explored my crack. Soon, however, she was massaging my hole with a good show of enthusiasm. She was approaching orgasm by then and volubly urging me to shoot my load. I cried out like a rutting animal as I filled her with my seed.

I lay back on the bed, panting, and wondered idly if the old woman would actually want my cock inside her...

I hoped so.