Gay Erotic Stories

It was my first time to leave our province for so long a time. Here I studied grade school till high school but now, I am going to the university in the city, some 50 kilometers away from where we live. The fastest way out is the bus- a ride which could take some two and a half hours to endure. Traffic could be worse but only a few people ply the route my bus takes so many seats are left vacant and the air conditioning could be just great. I sadly trudged to university one June day. As a freshman, I do not know anybody in school so I rode the bus home feeling dejected. But to my surprise and utter happiness, the bus ride was a consolation prize. The driver was about 25, black hair and eyes. His skin was deeply tanned, his arms quite hairy. Some tuft was peeking from his shirt's collar. His blue denims were just right and his body was just heavenly. There weren’t a lot of people- a couple sat way back in the back row of the bus, some solitary passengers scattered in the farther rows. I sat a few rows opposite the rows behind the driver. I saw him give himself a scratch or two "there" but I didn’t think he'd have the nerve to really take it out and stretch his stuff a bit. We were moving quite well down the highway--it was about 10 PM- and so we met just a few cars on the road. The people in the bus were all asleep except the driver and me. To combat his fatigue and sleepiness, I guess, he took out his meat and began to beat it! He glanced in the rearview mirror and smiled- thinking nobody was awake. Or so he thought. Taking my cue, I shed unabashedly my jeans, confident that we were a long way from home and I cold still do--stuff. I saw the bus driver grasp his tool- about six inches long, and just squeezing it. He spat on his hand and gently stroked it up and down. I did so, too, taking my dick out of my briefs and began stroking, precum already oozing from my dick's eye. I was amazed at this driver’s level of concentration--he was driving as if that was the only thing he was doing in the world and stroking himself very pleasurably. I was stroking faster... and faster... I was so aroused by the sight of him doing it. He, too, began to stroke faster and faster. I immediately stuffed my tool in my briefs so I creamed inside them, but the driver... His tool was engulfed by a mouth that came a from a few seats nearer him. This man in a business suit apparently was a part of our jack-off too, and he returned the favor of the driver's show by sucking him dry. I just came and came some more at the sight of this. The bus driver was ultimately surprised--the bus rattled a little, but luckily nobody awoke. He had no complaints. The man came in his pants as he sucked the driver- I know this because his pants looked as if he peed in them. The jack-off finished with, us three satisfied guys (or were we only three) resumed our interests-- just before the bus stopped at the garage and everybody alighted. I hoped nobody noticed the stench of sex in the bus!