My car decided to die at the worst possible time. On my way home from a late rainy night at work and she decides to give up the ghost at a stoplight. Luckily, the driver in the car behind me was nice enough to help me push my car into the parking lot of the gas station on the corner.
In the days before smartphones and rideshares, this late in the evening I was basically screwed. The guy behind the counter at the gas station was helpful in telling me the right bus to grab to get me back home. I waited at the bus shelter in the downpour for what seemed like forever and it finally arrived.
As I settled down into the seat on the mostly empty bus, I realized that I was soaked to the bone. I wasn't dressed for this weather at all. I got amused looks from the passengers and I closed my eyes and tried to control the shivering that started to take over my body.
The bus moved through the streets and people got on and off. The view started to look more familiar as I got closer to home.
Another stop and another passenger boards, but this one seemed out of place just like me. A younger guy dripping wet got on board and fumbled with some cash and after discussions with the driver he finally figured out the correct fare. The bus started moving and he stumbled and missed to catch a handhold and almost fell. I moved to catch him as he almost fell on me, but he steadied himself and our eyes met. He thanked me for my help and sat across from me.
He looked a bit bothered and I asked if he was okay. He realized that he was vulnerable and forced a smile and told me not to worry that he was fine.
He was fine too. At this point, I couldn't help but dwell on his looks. Not quite the "boy next door" looks, but I'd guess in his early 20's. His wet dark hair started showing it was more of a dirty blond as he shook it off and it started to dry. From what I could tell through this wet coat, he had a nice build and maybe five foot nine or ten.
"You sure you're okay?" I asked.
He looked up at me with ice blue eyes and smiled. "Yeah. Just having some girl trouble," he said sheepishly.
My arched eyebrows and pouted lips must have given him the clue that I wanted to know more.
He stammered, "mmy girlfriend--well, this girl I know kinda led me on and used me to get her into a friend's party. She was all over me in the car on the way and as soon as we got there and she was in, it was like I didn't exist. A buddy of mine asked to borrow my car for a beer run and didn't come back before the party got shut down shortly after. So here I am on the bus."
I sat there stunned for a beat. "Wow. That...sucks," is all I could get out.
"To say the least," he responded and cracked a smile with touch of defeat.
I told him why my night wasn't much better and we smiled at each other.
The bus driver called out my stop and as I rose, he did the same and we laughed as we both said, "your stop?" Thank goodness the rain had lightened to a drizzle and as we got off the bus I decided to make a move.
"Hey, we've both had a shitty night. Can I buy you a drink?," I asked.
He looked around the mostly residential block. "There's a bar around here?," he queried.
I smiled, shrugged sheepishly and said, "well my place is at the end of the block. I guess that's the closest bar."
"Ah, okay, sure. Why not?," he replied.
I unlocked the door and flipped the lights and told him to make himself at home. As we were both soaked I offered him a towel and he asked if I had a robe as he was just as soaked as I was. Luckily I had one and brought it to him with a towel and told him to get comfy and I'd be back as I changed into some dry clothes.
I quickly stripped and dried off and threw on some loose fitting sweat shorts and a t-shirt. As I entered the living room, I saw that his clothes were in a pile on the floor and he was on the couch in the robe looking completely relaxed.
"What can I bring you?," I asked.
"A beer is fine if you have it--if not, a shot of whisky will work," he said with a smile. I had beer, but he was getting a glass of whisky.
I handed him the glass and I raised mine, "what shall we toast to?" I mused.
He took a big swig and raised the glass and said with a laugh, "to that petty bitch getting knocked up tonight."
A smile came across my face and I raised my glass and met his with a satisfying clink and a gulp.
"She really did a number on you huh?" As I said that and sat next to him on the couch, I looked down to see that his robe was just open enough to see something, but I just couldn't tell what it was.
"Uh...yeah...uh, you could say that," he replied. His pause was enough to tell me that I looked too long and I was caught. I moved my eyes back up to meet his and we stared at each other for what seemed like a few seconds.
"She teased me pretty good," he said kind of slowly--almost testing the waters on whether to proceed with something.
I took the bait and said, "oh yeah? Like how?"
I called his bluff and now I could see in him a little bit of a shudder by the way the liquid in his glass moved as he held it. He had to call or fold.
"Uhh..."
He reached forward and set the glass down on the table. As he reclined back, he robe opened just the slightest bit more. My eyes drifted down to see what I thought I saw before--I could see just the very tip of the head of his cock.
"She...uhh...started like she was going to...uhh...touch me," he stammered. He was so nervous all of a sudden--it was sweet.
I gave him an out. I leaned a bit closer. I gently asked, "touch you? Touch you how?"
His face was flushed. His eyes moved down. My eyes moved to his barely open robe and I could see that his body was trembling. Perhaps it was my imagination, but did I see a glint of light on the tip of his dick?
He stuttered, "with her...mmouth. She...took it out and she touched it...but then...she said we'd do it later at the party. So much for that." With that, his eyes met mine.
Not letting my eyes off his, my hand slowly reached for the fabric of the robe by his knee and I slowly pulled it towards me. I could see him trembling even more now as his cock was uncovered little by little. My eyes weren't deceiving me--a line precum was running down the middle of his shaft to his balls. As I uncovered his knee, I moved my hand up to rest there.