The ride home…

Finally! College was almost over and this was my last track meet ever. I’m really going to miss it a lot… especially the nights on our bus ride home from the track meets that we occasionally had in far away cities.

I still remember that night with one of my best friends, BJ, as if it was yesterday. We were the only ones awake on the whole bus aside from the bus driver. BJ talked forever about this girl that he liked and about how he doesn’t know how to approach her because she’s very different and blah blah blah. I was just staring at his gorgeous smile the whole time while trying to maintain my ‘straight’ attitude.

It was now getting late so I decided to go back to my seat. As I was getting up BJ said, “Why don’t you just sit here with me? We’re almost at school anyways so there’s no point in going to sleep now.” Sure, I thought. So we just sat there and talked some more. Nonetheless, I was falling asleep and almost went into a deep sleep until I felt a hand rubbing against my crotch. My heart almost skipped a beat. It was BJ! BJ’s touching me! I didn’t make any moves. BJ begin to do it even harder and it felt so good.

 

Making sure I was still asleep he then begins to slide his hand underneath my shorts and go up between my legs. Just then I felt his hand surround a portion of my manhood. I was getting excited real quickly. Trying not to be obvious, he slid my shorts up as far as he could with some difficulty. I wanted him to touch me so bad so I moved a little in my ‘sleep’ so that my shorts could slide up just a little further. BJ backed up to the far end of the seat. What the fuck? Why did he moved? Then he lowers his head onto me. I was filled with a rush of warmth and I could feel his tongue move about my shaft. I felt him go slowly up and down the side of me. I felt like I was going to climax right in his mouth and then the coach yelled “We’re here! Wake your sorry asses up.”