He stepped into the car with a swagger that made my breath quicken. It was a simple ride – one from point A to B – but as our eyes connected, I knew that this would be no ordinary trip. His lips laid flat across his face, demanding a response from me, a response that I didn’t think I’d be able to deny. I didn’t know where we were headed, but I did know one thing – when we arrived, we’d both be in for one hot lip service.
Table of Contents
- 1. Letting Loose On the Bus Ride
- 2. Frenzied Fumbling In the Farebox
- 3. Steamy Sucking at the Stop
- 4. Arousing Action in the Aisles
- Concluding Remarks
1. Letting Loose On the Bus Ride
- The Setup
The bus had been my steady companion for the past hour as journeyed across states and highways towards a newfound freedom. The early evening sun had already gone by me, casting long shadows as I found a seat near the window and watched the world go by. Trapped in the close quarters of the vehicular behemoth, I could scarcely help to be taken by the sheer loneliness of my amazingly solitary experience, the enigmatic beauty that shares a lonely journey home with me.
- The Ride
We both knew this would be our final moment together. My eyes lingered on her lips as they twisted and curled in between fleeting smiles and thoughtful quips. She quickly broke away from the conversation and stared deep into the horizon for a minute or two of grace before I leaned in and grabbed her chin with my fingers. Her eyes finally met mine, slowly and sensually, and an unmistakable electricity surged through our bodies in a single wave of almighty energy and anticipation. I took a cautious step forward, pressing my lips into the lingering sweetness of her skin, and the moment unfolded into something inexorably passionate and seductive. Sweet nothings floated through my tingling lips with every kiss, a chant of dose desire between two people who’d become more than just passengers on the bus ride.
2. Frenzied Fumbling In the Farebox
The train came to a shuddering stop and Lucas felt his heart pound like a drum beat. He’d been pining for Riker from afar and boy did he make an entrance! Riker stepped elegantly onto the train, a vision of sartorial splendor in a charcoal grey double-breasted suit, a matching hat, and black leather boots that gleamed in the bright train station light. Lucas couldn’t help but ogle at him.
Riker noticed too and a sly smile played on his lips as he strolled seductively onto the same car. He sauntered towards Lucas and planted himself in the seat opposite, maintaining a gaze so intense it could dissolve steel. His eyes traveled up and down Lucas’ body, taking in Lucas’ features greedily. His stomach tightened in anticipation of what was to come.
No words were uttered–just a as their mouths met in a heated embrace. Harder, faster, and with urgency, they pressed against each other in a passionate embrace. Finally they were together. The privacy the cabin provided allowed Lucas to go wild and his hands grabbed around Riker’s neck as he moaned for more. They kissed so deeply that it felt like they had gone back in time, and then tongues got involved, taking their connection to a whole new level. Sweat dripped from their faces as they alternated between devouring each other and coming up for air. Everything else faded away as they explored each other’s bodies hungrily, finally two ships ready to dock.
3. Steamy Sucking at the Stop
The Lustful Local Ride
- He had been watching my every move and I felt the heat of his gaze from far away.
- The moment I stepped onto the local ride and saw him in the corner, I knew something was up.
- We shared a sly, secretive smile and he seemed to be inviting me over with his eyes – a look of thrill and excitement.
Feeling the fire inside, I made my way over to him. He wasted no time, leaning in for a slow and passionate kiss, his hands eagerly exploring my body. I could feel his urgency, not wanting to miss a single moment of excitement. His lips wrapped around my tongue as our mouths met, Carolina-Reynolds style. Our hands roamed each other’s bodies passionately as the local ride moved on, taking us to an unknown destination. He trailed his fingertips over my body, setting my mind and soul on fire as his face pressed into mine, our lips locked in passionate sucking.
We shared secret smiles as he tasted my lips, feeling his hot breath on my neck. His lips lingered on mine, savoring the pleasure they brought, before peeling away, every inch of his skin teasingly close to mine. The ride continued, but I felt a distinct and powerful sensation…I had reached the peak of pleasure and I could feel it for the rest of my days.
4. Arousing Action in the Aisles
The Bite
I climbed aboard the local ride feeling a bit frisky. Little had I known the way my afternoon was about to shift. Sitting directly across the aisle was this gorgeous man, six foot of toned muscle that had me drooling all over him. His lips were curled in the perfect smirk, beckoning me onto something he had on his mind. The air buzzed with electric currents from his gaze and I could feel his energy surging right down to my core. His eyes fixed on mine, and I felt my body transforming. Suddenly, I moved across the aisle ever closer to his side.
Making the Connection
Every beat of my heart felt like an eternity as I, ever so slowly, inched my way towards his seat. With a subtle nod and a Sidney Poitier-like glance, our connection became magnetic and palpable. Inch by inch I came closer until I could feel his breath on my lips, and then I finally gave into it; my lips melted against his in a perfect pool of desire and want. His hands scorched with feverish need as they caressed and explored here and there. More and more the heat grew until a fire burned between us, an ever consuming desire that had us both begging for release.
Concluding Remarks
The beauty of the gay hookup culture is that it can happen anywhere without warning. When two sets of lips, two bodies, and two hungry desires meet up for a few passionate moments of bliss on a local bus or train ride, the world around them melts away; the universe explodes in little stars of orgasmic pleasure. Our rendezvous was a secret, a secret I will never forget and will always want to relive. Riding on that same bus and train will never be the same again; I smile remembering the lip service we gave each other. Now I can only imagine just what kind of passionate encounters others find.