Please read Part One first, as this might not make sense without that.
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As we settled back into the bus that would take us to Denver, we both found separate activities to pass the time. I noticed Kyle was taking advantage of the free wi-fi on board this and was reading a blog about amusements parks. I couldn't contain myself.
"You're a roller coaster enthusiast?" I asked in disbelief.
He laughed. "Yeah, it's a hobby. When I can get time away from the kitchen, I'm road tripping to amusement parks."
"Me too!" I responded excitedly.
"Shut up. You're joking!"
"I'm not! If I would have stayed in Florida, a few friends and I were going to road trip up the east coast and hit all the parks this summer. That's why I loved living in Florida. There's tons of parks. Up here, it's just-"
"Silverwood", we said it in unison. Silverwood was a little amusement park in Idaho. Cute place, but nothing compared to Busch Gardens or Sea World.
Was this even possible for me to find a cock hungry sous chef who loves roller coasters and travel? It seemed so. I had met him. I had met him on a Greyhound bus of all places. I had to be dreaming.
The conversation continued about parks and roller coasters. We had ridden a lot of the same coasters in Florida. There were a lot of roller coasters around the country we both wanted to ride.
In Salina, KS we used a 30 minute stop to exchange blow jobs in the bus bathroom. All the other passengers were either sleeping or had vacated the bus. We basically would be uninterrupted for awhile. We entered the bathroom and I sat on the toilet. Kyle pulled his cock and balls out and tucked the band of his sweat paints up behind them. Even flaccid, his long thin cock was a beauty. I quickly took it into my mouth and swirled my tongue around the head. I massaged his scrotum and corkscrewed a fist up and down his shaft until his sweet salty seed was gushing down my throat. I licked his pecker clean and kissed his balls. I had pulled my cock out and was stroking it while I was feasting on his member. That was the first time I had tasted his dick and knew it wouldn't be the last.
He stood me up and sat in my place. He slid his tongue under my foreskin and swirled my helmet with his tongue. He opened his mouth and proceeded to take in all of my thick shaft. I held his head and fucked his mouth like a little cum slut should be face fucked. He was my little cum slut. I was his too. Before long, I was thrusting my cock as deep as it would go. I slammed my manhood deep into his mouth and he sucked every last drop of my juice out of me. I stood him up and kissed him, tasting my flavor in his mouth.
As we exited, an older lady seated near the bathroom clearly knew what we had done and wasn't pleased. I have to admit that we weren't silent by any means. We had just enough time for a cigarette before it was time to climb back aboard and depart. Still six and a half hours until we arrived in Denver.
We had hardly returned to the interstate and Kyle was asleep. Apparently, my boy hadn't slept much last night. I suppose we did have a pretty exciting day thus far. I decided to try my hand at napping, but before I did, I made a phone call.
We both slept the evening away. When I awoke, my iPhone's gps informed me we were about 30 minutes from Denver. Kyle was still sleeping. I decided to check Facebook and pass the time left until Denver.
As we exited the freeway and onto the city streets, I awoke him with a kiss and a gentle grab of his package. He kissed back and purred as my hand cupped his balls.
"We have eight hours in Denver." I whispered to him as we reached our next pit stop.