He had his eyes set on the tight bulge under the young man’s jeans: Thomas had the kind of juicy ass that made other passengers ogle. But it was the delicate lips that finally sealed the deal. Before he knew it, their mouths were locked and hands roaming, until the bus jolted them away from their carnal commute.
Browsing: Public Transportation
He felt a sudden yearning as he watched the men board the bus, the anticipatory lust swelling in his chest. He lingered close to his target, held onto a bar and pulled him closer as the bus swayed. He glanced up to find his eyes – raven dark and knowing. In that moment, he knew – on this bus, anything could happen.
He softly pressed his thick lips against his lover’s, stealing the last bit of sensuality before the train’s screech awoke them from their blissful slumber. The rhythm of the tracks lulled them into the perfect moment of pleasure and as they savored each other’s lips, they felt an eruption of pure sensuality–hot, electric, and unforgettable.
The anticipation. As I step onto the bus, I can practically taste it in the air. I can feel the eyes of those around me, and I revel in it. After all, I know what I’m about to do. With a flutter and a tremble, I find him. Those lips. Those soft, full lips that make my heart flutter. I cannot look away, and my body hums with longing. I want those lips on me, tasting every inch of my flesh. I want to drown in the sensation of his tongue brushing my skin until I am lost in passion.
He felt his nipples perk beneath his shirt as he got on the bus. Surrounded by other riders, he grew aroused knowing that any one of them could slip their wet tongue from his navel to his throat. The thick, salty saliva and warm, supple lips lingered, and suddenly the grinding of brakes was nothing compared to the intensity of his desire.
He was youthful and brazen, looking for a quick satisfaction on his way home. As the bus shifted he slowly leaned into me, his tongue tantalizing my neck and aroused lips grazing my ear. His hands passionately holding me as if to possess me, igniting my desires, and a deep moan whispering into my ear “let’s find a way to do this.
He moaned, every nerve in his body electrified as his head moved in infinite circles. His eyes flew open to see his partner’s, unshaven jaw taut with pleasure one minute, then closing tightly as the pleasure intensified. As the bus flew along and the speed vibrated through them, their intimate moment grew and grew. Until, as if in unison, the pleasure spilled from them in one thundering wave.
He looked confident and in control, his gaze lingering on me as he sat down and motioned for me to take the seat next to him. His hand brushed my leg as I moved, and I felt him press himself against me as the bus jostled us. He leaned in close and our lips met, each kiss more passionate than the last. His hand found my hardened cock and his fingers expertly explored my depths, heightening my arousal with every stroke.
The thrill of the bus ride was almost as intense as the pleasure of his soft, wet lips around my cock. As I savored the delight of his skillful tongue teasing and tantalizing my skin, I reveled in the wildness of our clandestine encounter. Our mouths and bodies united in a symphony of passion and pleasure, ultimately culminating in an explosive orgasm.
He felt every heat of his rising desire as their lips met for the first time on the moving bus. His tongue became the vehicle of exploring the unknown depths of his companion’s warm, moist mouth, stirring the cauldron of his passions until they both became two bodies of vibrant and unleashed energy.