Bus Stop Blowing: My Erotic Oral Voyage
The city streetlights hummed and the pavements glistened in the rain. As I stood huddled beneath the shelter of the bus stop, the aching emptiness of an unfulfilled need began to well up within me. The wet chill of the night air blew around me, caressing my skin and making me feel alive with anticipation and need.
I had heard stories of men, strangers meeting at a bus stop and giving into the wild desires of the night. As a young gay male, the thrill and possibility of such a meeting exhilarated me. As I waited, wondering if my fantasies would become reality, I saw a man approach me in the night. His eyes were shining, and his voice was full of want. We didn’t need to exchange many words, for our bodies already spoke volumes. I suddenly knew what was to come; I was about to experience my own story of ‘Bus Stop Blowing’ and it was going to be a night to remember.
Table of Contents
- 1. Probing the Depths of Desire at the Bus Stop
- 2. The Forbidden Art of Craigslist Car Hookups
- 3. Unbuttoning Suburban Anonymity with Erotic Risqué
- 4. Cumming to Terms with Publicly Sanctioned Oral Pleasure
- Closing Remarks
1. Probing the Depths of Desire at the Bus Stop
My heart raced as I leaned against the bus stop pole and off in the shadows I could see the figure of a man, his body like a panther in the night. My eyes were drawn to him like a moth to a flame. The man came closer and I could feel desire coursing through my veins. His lips were full and inviting, begging to be kissed.
- A Closer Look:
- His eyes were like pools of clear blue, hinting at his untold deviant desires.
- His hands grabbed me with an insatiable hunger.
- His strong arms pulled me in, drawing my body against his like magnets.
My world spun and my hunger for him was quenched with every touch. His body pressed against mine as his lips explored mine in an unmistakable invitation. My hands ran over the tight muscles that rippled beneath his shirt and my own skin prickled with anticipation of what was about to follow. His mouth moved with decadent finesse, expertly working my body until I quivered beneath his touch. The night, with its shadows and secrets, was witness to a awakening of pure and intense pleasure as I tasted forbidden fruit.
2. The Forbidden Art of Craigslist Car Hookups
He always said that he wanted a good time, that he was out for fun and excitement. Little did I know that was all code for a night of soul-stirring stories and pure pleasure. That night I picked him up at the bus stop and we drove off into the night, parked up and got close in the back seat.
First it was just talking, slow and steady while we got to know each other better. But then the talking grew more heated and intense as his hands started to wander. His fingertips danced along my chest, tracing circles on my skin setting little sparkles of static electricity all the way down my spine. Before I knew it, he’d totally broken down the barriers and my pants were around my ankles as he expertly worked my cock into an orgasmic frenzy.
- Electric kisses all over my body
- Taking turns blowing each other
- His fingers and tongue working wonders
- I felt like I was lost in paradise
His hands explored my body wherever they pleased and his saucy tongue skillfully worked the sensitive head of my cock as I spilled my sweet load onto his hand. I gave as good as I got, not wanting anyone getting left out as I lapped up his cum with enthusiasm, savoring the smooth salty taste. Eventually I got him back to the bus station, and we rested our heads back against the window as we said our goodbyes, both feeling an intense passion and connection like we’d never felt before.
3. Unbuttoning Suburban Anonymity with Erotic Risqué
Stripping Away Inhibitions
I stepped off the bus and my hormones started racing. I often took the same route home from work, and this afternoon I was in the mood for something different. He was standing outside, leisurely smoking a cigarette as if he was waiting for someone. He eyes darted towards me but I couldn’t tell if he wanted me or was just being friendly.
- The sun glinted off his shaved head and I knew I wanted him
- The way his tongue slowly ran over his lips lit me on fire
I walked over to him and asked if he wanted to come to my house for a drink, he smiled and said yes. As we started down the street I couldn’t help but feel excited, my heart raced like I was on a rollercoaster. When we arrived to my house I fished my tongue out to lick my lips, my mind flooded with fantasies of what might come next between us.
My Homosexual Rendezvous
We began to make out right away, our bodies touching, his hands exploring my back as I unbuttoned the first two buttons of his shirt. His skin was smooth and I wanted to taste it and experience it. We continued undressing in desperate haste as we stumbled onto my bed. He lay on top of me, his skin lightly brushing against mine and his tongue finding its way to my neck. I felt alive and exhilarated as we explored each other’s nakedness. His muscular body pressed against mine, with our sweat forming a permanent bond between us. I could feel his masculinity radiating from his body as I caressed it.
- He moved onto me and claimed my body as my own
- His lips found their way to my neck and I let out a gasp as he began to lick my neck
His lips moved lower to my belly and he continued to turn me on with the pleasure he was giving me. His hands moved lower and lower until I felt his hot breath on my groin and I knew what he wanted. I felt my heart racing faster and my whole body tingled as I let him explore me.
4. Cumming to Terms with Publicly Sanctioned Oral Pleasure
I was never one for public displays of affection, but this night was different. I hadn’t expected to see anyone on I-95 that could give me what I wanted. But there she was, her lean frame seductively illuminated by the streetlight as she stood at her bus stop. Her lips seemed to invite the kind of tenderness I was longing for, so I walked up and we talked. We talked of pleasure and of opportunities, and I knew it was now or never. Thus, I extended the invitation to offer her pleasure she may never have seen before, and, without a second’s hesitation, she said yes.
As we explored each other’s bodies with our tongues, I felt a wave of joy wash over me for the first time ever while I was out in the open. What I had only done in secret was now being done in public. I explored her, my eager tongue parting each pore and crevice of her flesh, tasting the humidity of the evening and feeling the heat in her soft skin. I tortured her with every flick of the tongue, licking her in circles and tasting her with fierce roughness. I felt her breasts harden and her hips quiver, then quaver with each flick and caress of my oral passion.
Our tiny oral sorbet was interrupted by a noise in the distance, yet I wouldn’t let it deter us. I felt emboldened, and wanted to take her bliss to a higher level. I rose up, grabbing her behind my head and she responded with a heavy moan. She rode the wave of pleasure, as I plunged in and out with hard thrusts. Then, when I could no longer keep our private display a secret, I emptied into her in a loud and reverberating satisfaction. Every sense I’d awakened suddenly became reality, and I knew I had made a powerful connection.
Closing Remarks
As I walk away from the bus stop, I smile in the knowledge that I had just experienced something that was uniquely mine. My lips still tingle from the talented stranger whose name I never knew, but whose boldness was unforgettable. Erotic voyages such as these rarely occur in one’s lifetime, and I am thankful for the delicious angst of sexual desire that I was privy to. Until next time, I will remember this night as an ode to the soft and naughty art of oral sex, when two strangers united to create an unforgettable naughty and sublime moment.
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