A Queer Ride: Oral Sex On The Bus
It was a tense and sweaty afternoon. The harsh, sterile fluorescent light emitting from the bus’s ceiling illuminated every face inside. The small, enclosed space was filled with the sound of grumbling passengers in and out of seats. It was then, in the midst of such penetrating discomfort, I caught sight of him. He was different, wild, an enigma – adorned with a single earring and auburn hair that framed a mischievous, youthful face. His blue eyes seemed to bore through my soul as his lips parted in a sly, knowing smirk. I didn’t recognize him, but I knew – this queer ride would be one I had never experienced in my life.
The bus stopped, and a certain air of desperation began to hover in the air. He stood, adjusted his clothes and slowly walked towards me, eyes blazing. Suddenly, the harsh, unrelenting light seemed to disappear, and in its place was a compromising darkness that enveloped us both. I could feel his reduced breath intensely rooting itself in the little space between us, and if I am honest, I could never be sure of what followed next. All I knew was that we both wanted – nay, desperately needed – to do nothing more than be consumed by each other as we explored oral sex in an unparalleled ecstasy.
Table of Contents
- 1. The Dark Passenger: Entering the Bus of Pleasure
- 2. Getting Intimate with Passengers in the Back Seat
- 3. Moving and Grooving: Rocking the Bus with Orgasms
- 4. The Joy of Getting Off: A Queer Ride to Erotic Nirvana
- The Conclusion
1. The Dark Passenger: Entering the Bus of Pleasure
Feeling On the Edge
The crush of exiled bodies created an atmosphere of anticipation, each person conscious of their precarious position on the edge of pleasure. With whispered opportunities for a fleeting indiscretion, the promise of honeyed lips seemed too sweet to deny. My mouth watered as I thought of the possibilities—all hidden away in the dark obscurity of the lightless bus. Perspiration dampening my shirt, I knew I had no choice but to take a seat peek if I were to experience the true bliss of something forbidden.
The Long Ride
The vibrancy of this secluded space was a balm to my parched libido. Everywhere I looked, I was presented with offerings — lips sweetly set in inviting smiles, pecs moving softly with each breath, and promises of erotic poses to captivate fully all of my senses. As anticipation buzzed through the air, I became engulfed in a raging sea of desire — my heart and body completely powerless against the tide. Knowing I needed to be even closer to truly understand the pleasure found in the bus, I drifted towards the object of my desires.
Soft hands moved sure with intent to hold me in thrall. I melted deeper into the embrace, as tongue and lips ravished me with pleasure. We created heated moments that hung in the air like a fog, making the steamy ride more explosive with every touch of damp lips to moist flesh. I knew right away I had found the dark passenger Iich had been searching for –Irresistible and hidden away in the obscure contours of desire.
2. Getting Intimate with Passengers in the Back Seat
Arousal On The Go
The velvety leather creaking beneath me as movement stirred me deep roused me to further pleasure. The jostling and bumping of the old bus surging and winding its way through the tedious night provided the subtle backdrop of friction and arousal. Flicking my eyes up and down the aisle I noticed fellow passengers with whom I could share this special communion of queerness and desire.
My ruffled clothing resembled my expression – willful, passionate and heated – the same as the gaze of one particular man, seated just feet from me. His hood drawn, but aroused glance spilling over to meet me. I beckoned him with my eyes and he slowly sauntered closer to my seat. The close proximity allowing us both to feign innocence and danger simultaneously.
The sensation that our contact created was pleasurable – intense heat seemed to melt us into one another, he gently placing his hands upon my cheeks and my open mouth engulfed in mine. His tongue darting circles around my own produced a longing, a longing for that may never be met in its entirety. Passion and adoration melding together and galvanising by the motion of the bus.
3. Moving and Grooving: Rocking the Bus with Orgasms
Bracing, Biting and Bashing
The storm was brewing outside, rain falling like molten sugars off the pavement. That sharp bittersweet smell of ozone and wet concrete acting as aphrodisiac, each pore releasing an anticipation and promise of something forbidden and naughty. The bus pulled up to the stop and he got on, white shirt clinging to his skin and t-shirt lightly riding up his toned back. His eyes darted nervously, searching left and right for an option that could help to set his fire. He noticed me and smiled. The glances were exchanged then he stiffened and made the move.
He started it slow, not wanting to draw attention. Taking the seat next to me we nervously shuffled closer and closer until we were cheek to cheek. His hand reached into my lap and that’s when it went wild. He started talking and I went mute. His purrs and sultry grunts bounced off the seat and filled the air. He pushed me to the point where I was delirious, his words thrilling and instincts overwhelming. We were now an animal in heat, scratching and clawing as his mouth went from my neck all the way down to my belt buckle. Tongue searching, exploring and licking until I was achingly aroused. We made it through the ride, barely separated until my stop came. Climbing off the bus we left it smelling like a sexual zoo.
4. The Joy of Getting Off: A Queer Ride to Erotic Nirvana
It was a boring, mundane commute in the stuffy old bus, the kind that smells like stale sweat and diesel fumes. No one noticed me as I slipped into an empty seat near the back, mumbling hello in passing. Then he stepped in and I could barely take my eyes off him. His muscular frame was highlighted against the strong summer sunlight, glistening off his polished black leather riding boots. His tight blue jeans left just enough shreds left to imagine what lay underneath. His tucking white shirt clung to his body, emphasizing his confident yet cool posture. He was the man I longed to be with – and I knew what I wanted.
Without a word, he took the seat beside me and his gaze lingered slowly all over my body. I could feel my heart racing and my quickest growing desire to ravish him as soon as possible. As our looks held steady, I whispered softly in his ear if he would indulge me in a journey of wondrous erotic pleasure, and he agreed without hesitation. With a smirk, he leaned down and we began to kiss passionately, as the bus cruised by without a care. We explored each other’s body with our hands, and the bus grew even hotter as his strong tongue lapped against my already swollen lips. We traded deep, soulful kisses as he gently probed me with his fingers, and we got more and more ambitious, freely exploring every sexy inch of each other’s body.
Soon, it was time to turn up the heat and he took me in his expert mouth, savouring every drop of juice with passion and intensity. I gasped with pleasure as he suckled my most vulnerable area, and my body quivered as he pushed harder and reached new heights. His skillful tongue and expert lips took me to unexplored realms and every second felt even better than the last. The joy of getting off was a unique pleasure that neither of us had ever experienced before, and I could not contain my inner happiness.
We shared a look of total exhaustion after we finished, and both of us smiled in content. We descended from our journey to erotic nirvana and it left us completely satisfied. As the bus pulled up to my stop, I knew that this would be an experience I’d never forget, and I thanked him for taking me on this queer ride.
The Conclusion
He had just finished and thrown his head back, eyes closed, mouth still wet with the taste of his pleasure, satisfied in a way only a man can be when in the presence of another man. As he opened his eyes, the yellow lights outside the windows reminded him that he was no longer in the ecstasy of the moment, but in a bus filled with other passengers of all walks of life.
Embarrassed, but not ashamed, the man knew that the queer ride he just got was still flowing through his veins, leaving him feeling aroused and dripping with pride. He knew that, somewhere out there, a man was smiling, thinking of the two of them meeting again in the not-so-distant future. Until then, that man and he will revel in his any memory of that oh so queer ride.
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