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Oral In Motion: A Gay Encounter on the Bus

Heavily-lidded eyes, a crease between his brow, a humorous quirk of his lips. I watched intently as his body moved subtly with the rhythm of the bus. Reflected light illuminated his strong jaw, and as I reached to touch it, I felt a spark of electricity course through my body. This wasn’t going to be one of those moments shared between strangers, each reading about someone else’s life. No, this was a real live encounter, and I was going to make it count.

We moved slowly past familiar sights and sounds, as our desire for each other grew stronger with each stop. Soon the time had come to make my move. Our lips met, and from that moment on, I wanted nothing more than to make him mine. I eagerly invited him back to my place, but he had other plans. He wanted us to find our own pleasure, no matter the location. I was hesitant, but his attitude was determined and sexually charged. “Let’s do this,” he said. “Are you ready?”

We gathered some privacy and I was ready to explore his body with all the appetite I had. What started out as an ordinary bus ride, quickly turned into an unforgettable experience. As we drifted further into the night, our bodies moved in perfect harmony; exploring and caressing with every movement. Each push of his tongue sent a wave of pleasure through my body. He took me to heights I had never experienced before. When we finally reached our destination it felt like I had been on a glorious journey of exploration.

“Oral in Motion”, as he liked to call it, was certainly a memorable experience. In that moment, I realized that regardless of the situation, there’s always some way to make it work and still get exactly what you need. With all the enthusiasm of a 17-year-old, I jumped off the bus with a story to tell– of an intense and fulfilling encounter with a man I met on the bus. Truly, it was a night I would never forget.

Table of Contents

• 1. Rumbles and Roars: An Unforgettable Bus Ride
• 2. Lessons of Lust: The Art of Oral Explorations
• 3. Feeling the Heat: Tasting Forbidden Momenst
• 4. Taking a Seat: A Night of Surrender and Romps
• To Wrap It Up

1. Rumbles and Roars: An Unforgettable Bus Ride

The Streets Of The City Dressed Us:

We met in the busiest part of the city. Our eyes locked, and there was an instant connection. I was immediately drawn to him. Never had I met someone who was so handsome and held such an air of mystery. We both felt it; we had electricity flowing between us.

We decided to take a bus ride together. The bus driver looked at us with suspicion, but we just smiled and hopped in. We took the back seat and our conversation flowed like a river. He opened up to me; telling me stories about his life, his loves, his passions. He was so interesting to listen to.

I felt that familiar tug I always felt around him. I wanted to be closer to him, I wanted to feel his body against mine. Before I knew it, our bodies were pressed together. His hands were travelling all over my body; the warmth of his touch sent shivers down my spine. We were two souls melting together in a moment of passion and longing.

I caught a glimpse of people’s faces around us in the bus; the way they looked at us, their expressions of shock and hunger. We were like voyeurs in a naughty little show. I couldn’t believe what was happening, the intensity and the connection between us was too intense to ignore.

It was then that he moved down my body, and he started to give me pleasure. His mouth sought out new areas of my body; his tongue working magic on every inch of my skin. Every movement was like a wildfire spreading across my body until eventually every inch of me was ablaze with pleasure.

He kept pushing me further, taking me places I never knew existed. I closed my eyes and let it all wash over me. My whole body clenched as he worked his magic and I experienced pleasure so intense it made me scream, my rumbles and roars echoing through the crowded bus.

2. Lessons of Lust: The Art of Oral Explorations

The Dance of Oral Mechanics

• The desire can start with a simple glance. Eye contact, facial expressions, body language, all giving away the truth of what we’re each thinking: we want each other.
• He stood up from his seat and moved to the center aisle of the bus, obviously looking to see if anyone had noticed him. I hadn’t- not yet anyway- but once he started down the aisle I could barely look away. He was of medium height and slim build, with light brown satin hair just past his ears.
• When he came to my row of seats, he paused, caught my eye and with just a sly smirk gave me a nod and moved on.

A Wild Masquerade of Sensual Feeding

• It was all I could do to keep my composure, to not follow him and immediately start exploring his body as I wanted to. Instead, I waited, watching as he moved to the back of the bus and took a seat two rows behind me.
• When he began to slowly move his head in my direction I knew he was ready. Moving carefully from my seat, I crept down the aisle and stood directly next to him.
• Gently, he grabbed my arm and, without saying a word, slowly brought me down to his lap, my lips just inches away from his. My mouth was watering, anticipating his kiss, as our lips softly met and my tongue slowly pushed its way inside.
• The passionate exchange lasted only seconds, but it seemed like an eternity. His soft moans and gentle caresses sent waves of pleasure throughout my body. This was no ordinary bus ride. It was a wild masquerade of sensual feeding and I could not help but surrender to it.

3. Feeling the Heat: Tasting Forbidden Momenst

The air was heavy, and even the small glances I was getting from him made the heat unbearable. But I was not deterred from tasting forbidden moments; and so, I shifted closer to him as I felt his eyes on me. As my skin pressed against his, his breathing deepened and I could feel every ripple of desire coursing through his body.

I was transfixed by the warmth in my mouth as my tongue brushed against his soft lips. Feathering kisses with every inch of my mouth as I kissed my way up his neck and behind his earlobe. His hands ached for my touch and so I touched them with my fingertips as sheer pleasure reached from the tips of my fingers right down to my toes. His skin was so soft and inviting. I moved down to his chest and tasted the salty sweat that had formed on his body from the sweltering heat in the air. I kissed and caressed inch by inch, tasting his body and every single sensation that came my way. Our moment of pleasure connected us in ways that weren’t meant to be spoken, but merely tasted and felt.

4. Taking a Seat: A Night of Surrender and Romps

The night air seemed to whisper in a deep seductive tone as I boarded the bus. It had been a long time since I had taken this late night journey and it felt different this time around. There was a lingering warmth as I made my way to the back, a gentle caress of vibrational energy that called out to me in its unusual embrace. I took my seat and waited for the bus to move on its route.

The ride suddenly seemed to take on a more personal nature as I felt something stir across the aisle. I knew immediately it was him, his presence calling out to me in a way that was hard to ignore. Our eyes met, sparks of desire passing between us in a way that neither of us could deny. His hair was curly and dark, eyes glossed over with the heat of his passion. His lips curved into a subtle yet knowing smirk, eyes that opened wide in acknowledgement of what he was feeling. It was a moment of being seen, of surrendering to the potential of raw sexual energy.

We shifted slightly towards each other, an unconscious inviting gesture of openness. His hand reached out and cupped the side of my face, thumb pressing gently against my lips. He leaned in close as the bus slowed to a stop, ever so close to feeling the warmth of his lips against my own. His breath smelled of intoxication and desire as I followed his movements, an act of seduction in itself.

The rest of the journey was a blur, filled with rampant explorations of each other’s flesh. His hands roved across my skin, exploring every inch of my body as his tongue worked its way around my mouth. We barely remembered to disembark the bus, lingering in the lingering as we kissed and touched our way to the next station.

To Wrap It Up

The deep pleasure of the moment was so deliciously intense that upon our arrival, we were left dizzy by the heady experience of being so intimately connected. I could not believe his tongue was that utterly capable of such titillating sensation. As we drifted off into our separate lives, I am sure his mind must have been wondering what else his mouth could unleash. For myself, I knew that night I had found something unique and special, something that would reconfigure my molds of pleasure for eternity.