Wyatt on the Bus

This is my first story. The characters are originals. Everyone is over 18. Please excuse any bad typos. I'm not really a writer just a daydreamer.

Wyatt glanced out the window of the bus. It hadn't moved in about ten minutes. His pained reflection stared back at him and he squirmed in his seat. He'd been out with his co-workers for a good four hours after work. He'd managed to keep it to just two beers, but had drank too much water in between to avoid getting too drunk on a Wednesday night.

He'd pissed at the bus stop while he was waiting for it to arrive. There were few people out and the bus stop had been deserted besides him. He'd sidled up to a cluster of bushes that hedged one edge of a closed down restaurant and pulled his petite dick out through his fly. It had been such a relief watching his stream dig a small hole in the soil, he'd let out an audible groaning sigh. He'd peed for so long he wondered if it would stop before the bus arrived.

But the flow had slowed to a trickling drip just as the headlights turned the corner. Wyatt had given his dick a quick shake and tucked himself away, zipping up again as he hurried to the meet the bus at the stop.

His bladder had been totally empty when he'd climbed on this bus. He had gone to the back of the sparsely filled bus and hunkered down with his phone for the ride home. The tingle and burn of need had started to creep up about five minutes into the ride. He'd really overdone it with the liquids he thought.

The bus had emptied as it approached the freeway, most travelers staying on for only a stop or two. But he had a ways to go before he got home. His bus commute was generally around an hour long. Usually he didn't mind, but the longer he sat, the more he needed to pee. He squirmed a little in his seat glancing out the window again at the sea of brake lights, the unmoving cars as traffic signals cycled through red, yellow, green and back to red with no progress.

He looked at his phone clicking it on hurriedly. They had now been unmoving for a solid 15 minutes and his bladder was burning with need. Wyatt winced as he stood up, the movement jostling his dick causing a few drops to escape. He paused and waited for a second steadying his resolve, pinching back the threatening deluge.

If you asked him to, he wouldn't be able to explain why he was also half hard. He hadn't been thinking of anything in particular just feeling the need to urinate, and the thought of pissing his pants on a bus, had caused this strange chub. He took a deep breath, grateful for the modest size of his cock, he wouldn't need to worry about his arousal showing.

Once he was under control he strolled up the walkway to the driver.

"Sorry, man, I can't let you off here. We're in the middle of the road, I could lose my job," the bus driver said clocking his approach.

"That's OK," Wyatt said, even though it really wasn't. "I was just wondering if we'll be on the freeway soon?"

"Nah man, sorry," the driver said. He scraped a big hand over his dark face.

Wyatt thought he was a good looking guy. Hair cropped short to his head, nearly bald. Although his stomach hung over his belt slightly, his arms were ripped with muscle. Wyatt's cock thickened more as he regarded the man's dark smooth skin. He glanced to his lap as the bus driver shifted in his seat.

"Do you know what's happening?" Wyatt asked.

His bladder clenched and he barely held back a dribble of urine. He'd be mortified if dark spots of moisture spread across his khaki pants as he talked to the hot bus driver.

"Yeah, the radio called it in; there's a multiple-car pileup, some fires. We're gonna be here a while," the driver said and shifted his eyes to Wyatt. "You cool, man?"

"Yeah, yeah, just curious."

Wyatt smiled and waved a hand. He wasn't sure why he didn't just tell the hot driver that he really needed to piss. Maybe he would let him off the bus. Maybe that's why Wyatt didn't say anything. He made his way back to his seat, gripping his half chub. It dripped again as he slid into his seat.

"Fuck," he whispered to himself.

After about a minute of fidgeting, trying to get comfortable, Wyatt realized he wasn't going to be able to hold it another minute, he was legit going to start peeing. He could feel it, the warmth gathering at the tip of his cock, the dribble. A small spurt escaped and he gasped quietly, grabbing himself. He glanced around wildly searching for anything to pee into.

Miraculously, on the floor in front of him was an empty water bottle. Not a huge one, but still, better than pissing his pants and getting it all over the bus floor. Wyatt reached down glancing up towards the driver who was shifting around in his seat, muttering.

He grabbed the empty bottle, and twisted off the cap with shaking hands as pee squirted from him in small bursts. He pulled his half hard cock through his zipper and pointed it into the empty bottle.

The gush of urine he let out splashed into the bottle noisily. He couldn't fight the "Ahhhhh" that escaped him. Nor could he hide the loud hiss of his urination. It echoed through the bus and he glanced up at the driver. He was staring into the mirror watching Wyatt with singular focus. Wyatt glanced down at the bottle more than half full, filling rapidly and he wasn't near done yet.

"Oh fuck," he muttered.

As he wondered what he would do, the bus driver stood from his seat, grabbing the small garbage can stationed at the front of the bus.

"Shit," Wyatt said as his urine reached the top of the bottle. He forced himself to stop with a pained moan, and twisted the cap back on the bottle, half hard cock still out, twitching and dripping.

Suddenly the driver was standing next to his seat, the trash can held out. His crotch was at eye level, the outline of an erection was clear in his dark pants. Tell-tale spots of moisture told Wyatt he wasn't alone in his need to pee. He shook the can at Wyatt and he automatically dropped the full bottle in the trash.

"You finished?" the driver asked his deep voice rumbling down Wyatt's spine.

A spurt of urine splattering on the bus floor was his answer. Wyatt winced and pinched the tip of his cock. A spot of moisture bloomed on the bus driver's pants and he groaned.

"I guess not," he murmured, putting the trash can on the spot where Wyatt's piss had splattered.

Wyatt looked up at the driver, then down to the trash can and back up to his face again.

"Sorry," he muttered. "I tried to hold it; I peed before I got on, I didn't-" The driver smiled and cupped his cheek in his huge hand.

"Hush up baby and just let it go," he grumbled.

Wyatt shuddered and held his rapidly hardening dick in his hand as he obeyed. His urine splashed loudly into the plastic-lined garbage can, hissing its relief. The bus driver rubbed a hand over his pants roughly; more spots of moisture appeared as he gripped and stroked himself to a full erection. Finally, he pulled his cock from his pants. He was much bigger than Wyatt, but that wasn't hard to do, and was uncircumcised.

He pulled the foreskin of his cock back and let a thick strong stream go into the trash can. Wyatt scooted forward as his own stream began to taper off. He stared at the bus driver peeing into the trash can for a minute then up to his face.

"You like what you see?" the driver asked.

Wyatt's cheeks flushed and he nodded. He grunted as he forced out the last bursts of his urine as he became fully hard.

"Go ahead, baby," the driver said. "You can touch it."

The driver was still peeing a full strong stream, as if it had no end. But still Wyatt couldn't resist. He reached out and held the hard hot member. He stroked his hand down the shaft, fingers dancing over the stream of urine.

The driver groaned, putting one hand to Wyatt's head. With his free hand Wyatt began to stroke his own cock as it began to leak clear fluid. Wyatt leaned against the driver's hip as he stroked him. His stream was beginning to stutter as Wyatt breathed his hot breath over his skin.

Wyatt licked down the hard shaft, lapping at the stream of urine briefly. The driver moaned, his hand tightening in his hair.

"Mmmfuck, baby. You're kinky!" the driver groaned.

Wyatt smiled as he licked back up to the base. The driver's stream had started to sputter now, spurting in quick bursts as he forced out the last of his urination with rough grunts.

Wyatt licked back down to the driver's tip and licked around his crown, tickling his tongue up his frenulum, sliding under his foreskin. The driver grunted again and a spurt of urine landed in Wyatt's mouth. He whimpered and sucked on the driver's tip, swallowing the salty urine down.

He pushed the trash can aside going to his knees, not caring about the cold pee soaking into the knees of his pants. His little dick stood straight out dripping precum and spurting urine as he closed his mouth around the driver's girth.

The driver held him in place with a fistful of hair looking down at him. He grunted, finishing his long pee in Wyatt's mouth as the small man looked up at him adoringly.

"Yeah, you fuckin' love this," the driver groaned as he began to roll his hips.

Wyatt moaned in affirmation, sending vibrations up and down the driver's cock. The driver groaned and brought his other hand to Wyatt's hair, controlling the pace as he began to fuck his face.

Wyatt gagged, choked and sucked enthusiastically as the driver's hips pistoned back and forth. With one hand he clutched the driver's ass cheek, while the other pumped over his hard throbbing cock. He completely let himself go, dripping with precum, letting spurts of pee loose as the need arose.

At some point he couldn't pee anymore. He was going to come soon; he could feel the telltale buzz down his spine, the tingling in his balls as they pulled close to his body. He stroked his hips hard, moving as he coaxed the feeling to the surface.

"Fuck, baby, don't stop! I'm gonna come down your throat," the driver growled, his hips kicking up in pace. Wyatt stuck out his tongue, making more room at the back of his throat. "OH! Fuck, yeah! Like that!"

Wyatt's moans were constant now, his hips rolled, he gagged, he gasped, tears streaming from his eyes and then he burst. Splattering cum on the driver's shoes in three bursts. Stars pulsed behind his eyes as he did his hand clenching on the driver's ass cheek, throat humming with vibration.

The driver sputtered something as he curled forward holding Wyatt's head still as he pumped into his throat in short bursts. Cum splattered down his throat and he swallowed automatically. The driver pulled out, holding Wyatt's chin in thumb and forefinger as he stroked the rest of his climax onto Wyatt's tongue. He swallowed as the driver, stroked his thumb over his throat.

When he finished, the two men were still, Wyatt staring up at the driver, the driver staring down at Wyatt. They panted slowly.

Suddenly, the driver released a strong stream of urine directly onto Wyatt's shrinking, sensitive cock. He let out a little yelp before he grabbed himself, stroking his soft cock under the warm stream of the driver. With a sigh he released his own stream of urine; it careened along the floor of the bus.

When they finished, they simply looked at each for another beat. Wyatt glanced out the windows; they were still surrounded by a sea of red. He looked to the garbage can.

"Thanks for that," Wyatt said with a smile.

The driver smirked and brushed his big fingers over Wyatt's jaw.