Across the Bus Aisle

Erik sat alone in the back of the bus, facing another row of empty seats. It was a quiet night as he made his traditional commute home. Headphones in, cuddled up in a warm scarf and jacket, he felt at peace as he rode back to his apartment. He was used to the quiet nights on the bus, since not too many people in his city actually even rode the thing. He enjoyed existing in his own little world.

The bus took an abrupt stop, and he felt the vibrations of a larger man stepping on. Each step grew stronger and stronger, until out of the corner of his eye the man came into view. The man sat down directly across from Erik, while Erik remained looking down at his feet.

Erik felt his face warm with awkwardness, blushing and avoiding eye contact. The man had on large, dirty boots and jeans stained with mud, both of which were falling apart. It was obvious that the man was homeless and had somehow made his way onto the bus. Erik continued to avoid eye contact and tried to distract himself by shutting his eyes and continuing to focus on his music.

When he opened his eyes, he saw that the man had unbuttoned his pants and was sitting across from Erik with his cock in full view. Erik looked up to see that his face was serious as he began working his soft cock in front of him.

Erik panicked internally. He didn't know what to do. He looked towards the bus driver at the front of the bus and considered screaming out, calling 911, or just running the fuck away from this situation right now.

Instead, Erik froze, and he watched.

The man had pitch-black skin and continued to jerk off silently, besides his small grunts. He would alternate between staring directly into Erik's eyes and scanning over his body, seemingly undressing him in his mind. Very slowly, the man's cock began to stiffen. His cock was uncut, and Erik watched as it peeled back to reveal a wet bright pink tip.

As Erik watched the man's cock begin to grow, he found himself feeling oddly aroused. There was something about the way the man was looking at him that made Erik feel... desired. Someone craved him and his body. Unconsciously, Erik found himself blushing, biting his lip a little as he witnessed the man's flaccid cock become a long black shaft, pink tip calling to him. He found himself thinking about how it would feel, how it tasted, and what it'd be like if it was deep inside of him.

The man's strokes increased in pace. As they did, Erik found himself rubbing his own cock through the outside of his pants. Fuck yes daddy please keep jerking

Erik began to take off his headphones and looked towards the front of the bus to see if anyone had gotten on, seeing if they would still be alone. Erik could hear the man's strokes continue as he began unbuttoning his own pants and pushing them down to reveal himself. Erik's cock now stood upright, quickly pulsing from the rush of the situation.

The stranger's eyes widened as he continued to stroke harder and faster. The man began to mumble to Erik:

Fuckkkkk you little faggot daddy wants to eat your cute little ass up

Hearing this, Erik reflexively squeezed his legs together and joined in stroking his own cock, grinding his ass in his seat as he imagined the man mounting him, claiming him as his boy. Erik nervously glanced back up to the front before looking back into the stranger's eyes and mumbling:

I'm yours daddy, please just fucking cum for me, I need it so bad please-

Hearing this, the man stood up and grabbed the bar above Erik. As he stood above, Erik looked up, doe-eyed and eagerly awaiting his reward for his good behaviour. The man finally began to pulse. Each pulse was accompanied by a loud grunt and a rope of thick sticky seed hitting Erik's face and tongue. This drove Erik over the edge, who began to spurt cum all over his own clothes and pants. The stranger himself was finished, the last of his cum slowly dripping out of the tip as his cock gently pulsed back to its soft state.

"WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?" cracked through from the front of the bus.

Everything slammed to a halt, the man stumbling forward with his jeans wide open. He shoved himself back upright and pushed his way out the emergency exit while Erik scrambled to zip up his own pants. The bus driver's loud steps pounded up the aisle just after he finished zipping up.

"Jesus fucking Christ, are you okay? Uhhh fuck, I'll grab something so you can clean off. I'll also call 911, just take a second while and I'll figure things out."

Erik was silent and nodded his head. When the bus driver turned around to call on his phone, Erik licked the last of the cum on his lower lip and swallowed.