Bus Ride: Chapter 1
"Why are we taking the bus Matt? It's a two hour journey and I hate travelling."
"Hush babe, you'll like it here, it's just the two of us at the back of the bus. We can talk and get to know each other better."
"Or maybe I should get to know this better," I say, while giving your cock a squeeze through your shorts.
"Tom! Someone might see us!" you say, as a young woman turns round to see what we're doing.
"Aww, you're no fun."
One hour later and everyone else is asleep, napping the hot summer afternoon away. I look over to watch you sleeping, your head pressed against my shoulder, a happy smile on your face. I look around - there's an elderly couple to our right, you're on my left by the window, and the young woman in front is snoring quietly. I look at you again. I'm getting aroused thinking about what we did last night. I look you up and down in your tight white shirt, shorts and belt. And I get an idea.
You open your eyes and notice your shorts are undone. You reach down to button them up and realise your hands are tied up with your own belt, above your head to the top of your seat. I'm watching you with a mischievous smile.
"Tom? What the fuck-" I silence you with a finger on your mouth. "Relax Matt. You'll enjoy this." I reach over and push your shorts and briefs down, exposing your cock which is already half-hard. I look at your face, enjoying the look of terror at being exposed on the bus mixed with lust and horniness. My hand strokes you to a full seven inches of hot, hard erection, making you whimper and buck your hips up off the seat, then I reach for the sides of your shirt and slide it up over your body and behind your head. Your shorts and briefs slide down your legs onto the floor, leaving you practically naked and at my mercy, surrounded by sleeping strangers.
You pull again at your bound wrists but they won't budge. "Tom, please..."
"Beg all you want, but you'd better do it quietly if you don't want anyone to see you like this."
I caress the side of your face and your neck, then slide my hands down your smooth muscular body towards your cock, which is still hard and beginning to leak pre-cum. As I lean over you to play with your nipples, I whisper in your ear, "I'm going to make you cum so fucking hard you'll be seeing stars." You moan quietly in response and your cock throbs. I chuckle quietly. I wrap my right hand around your shaft and slowly squeeze and pump your cock, making it leak even more and filling the space around us with the smell of sweat and sex. My own cock is straining hard against my pants so I take a moment to release it before concentrating on what I'm doing to you. I continue to pump your cock fast, sometimes running my hands around your balls and putting pressure in all the right places, making you gasp and moan.
Soon you're a heaving, sweaty mess, pulling at your bound hands, bucking your hips in time with my strokes, muttering curses under your breath. Again and again I deliberately slow down, keeping you right on the edge for what seems like ages, just a few strokes short of shooting your load all over us, enjoying how flushed your face and neck are and the look of total lust mixed with rage that you're giving me. At last, I speed up again, looking directly into your eyes as your whole body tenses and your cock seems to swell, and you shoot again and again and again, coating your chest and my hand with hot cum while I lean into you, capturing your mouth, stifling your load moans with a deep kiss as your body sinks back into your seat, totally spent. I break the kiss (but not before you manage to bite my lip a little) and bring myself off with a few firm strokes, moaning quietly, adding my cum to the mess on your stomach and crotch.
I consider leaving you tied up a little longer, but the elderly couple beside me are beginning to stir, so I decide you've suffered enough and untie your hands. We're now ten minutes from our destination so there's no time for you to do something to me. You barely have time to clean yourself up with my shirt, which I remove and give you as punishment for today. As we get off the bus, the young woman who sat in front of us winks at you, though you blush and pretend not to notice. Instead, you place your arms around me, pulling my shirtless body into you, and we share another long kiss.
"You know, this doesn't change anything, Matt."
"What do you mean, Tom?"
"I still hate travelling."
