"We're going to get off at the next town and I am going to teach you some things, things that you have never felt before. Once more he found my neck and ear with his mouth. I could feel his very hard cock pressing up against my backside as he got busy with his warm hand on my naked cock again. He stopped for a second to lift the armrest between our bodies then pressed up close behind me. "I just knew we were going to be special friends when I first laid eyes on you." He then licked my ear and gently kissed my neck as I fought with myself and the new feelings that focused on my cock and balls. Then he leaned over and put his mouth right next to my ear and started whispering to me as he continued to play inside my shorts. He started to slowly jack me with his thumb and two fingers until I let out an involuntary moan. My heart felt like it was going to pound out of my chest as he slowly caressed it and my almost hairless balls inside my shorts. A bolt of lightning went from my balls up my spine as his warm hand closed around me, rubbing his thumb over the now cum-slick head of my tiny cock. Emboldened by the reaction of the hard little cock, the man swiftly pushed his hand down the front of my loose shorts. My cock continued it's betrayal of me and grew until I felt a raging harden. As my cock grew in excitement, I arched my back and tried to hug the wall in front of me. Worst of all, my traitorous cock was starting to respond to the stimulus of a hand gently rubbing it, back and forth. Nobody but me had ever touched my cock in a sexual manner and I was in complete shock. My God, the man was feeling me up and I wasn't doing anything about it. I almost gasped out loud and realized that I had been holding my breath. Then he turned his wrist over and the palm of his hand rubbed gently back over my cock. His hand now brushed down the front of my shorts with his wrist brushing my cock which gave an involuntary jump. Somehow I just couldn't and lay there hoping that he'd wake up and stop. I could feel my face flushing hot and I was starting to get angry at myself for not shoving him away.
I froze as his hand made small circles up under my thin tshirt on my bare skin just above the waistband of my shorts. I was now wide wake but too embarrassed to try to wake him up, so I just sat there completely turned towards the window and hoping he would shift away from me.Īfter a few minutes, I felt him start to shift but he now had moved closer and his arm was encircling my waist, his hand moving, gently rubbing my hip. All that did was to move his hand further onto my lap.
I shifted a little hoping to awaken him so that he would move his arm, but to no avail. I was wearing loose shorts and soon his hand was brushing my bare skin. I had been in a fitful "twilight" kind of sleep for an hour or more when I felt the man's arm against my thigh. The man sitting next to me was in a doze already, and I shifted in the seat to get as comfortable as possible on a cramped bus. I turned to face the window and leaned my seat back as far as it would go. We made small talk for awhile, telling each other a bit about ourselves and then settled in for the night.Īs it got later, most of the passengers turned out their reading lights and the bus got dark. He said he was headed to his granddaughter's wedding the next state over. He was 60ish and had a kindly grandfather look. I had never been on a bus before and was not quite sure what to expect, so I sat back and gazed out the window, and after awhile was bored to tears.Īs the bus traveled from town to town, picking up more travelers and dropping a few off, the bus soon became crowded and a man asked if anyone was sitting next to me. Not having a car or money for airfare, I bought a bus ticket, grabbed my backpack with a change of clothes and was off across country on a 2 day bus adventure. My parents asked me to come quickly as his condition worsened. When I was in my freshman year in college, my grandfather fell ill and had to be hospitalized. Where as most guys my age had body hair, my chest and legs were almost hairless and as smooth as any girl's. I was of short stature with very pale white skin and on the thin side. It wasn't that I was unattractive, it was that I was such a geek and girls stayed away in droves, preferring the jocks. I had been on one "blind date" of sorts and it had been a total disaster. I didn't start masturbating until I was nearly 18 and was afraid to ask a girl out for fear of rejection. I was a late bloomer when I was a kid, a total nerd.