Author's note: This story is set in 1972 as the "sexual revolution" continued from the 1960's. Society morals where the only acceptable sexual activity was between a man and a woman in a monogamous marriage were changing. While morals were changing, many states still had laws against "unnatural carnal sex" such as homosexuality, anal sex and oral sex that were enforced. The main character is in the U.S. Military with very strict rules against homosexual acts, with the key phrase in military speak of "penetration however slight was cause for offense."
The Bus Ride
It was a warm evening in early June as I finished a week's leave after graduating from Bootcamp at the Naval Training Center Great Lakes. My next duty station would be electronics training for my Navy rating. I was traveling from my home town in the east to my next duty station on the west coast.
The bus station was crowded this Monday night, the ticket agent told me the Senicruiser would be departing soon and to find seat in the departure waiting room until the departure was announced. I was amazed at the variety of people in the station, it seemed as if I was the only 18-year-old traveling tonight. So many thoughts were going through my head, as I tried to take in all the sights and sounds of the station. I jumped when I heard the boarding announcement, this was my first long distance bus trip, in fact my first bus trip not in a yellow school bus.
The speakers in the waiting room blared: "Route 132 for Saint Louis and points West is now boarding through door one, passengers for route 132 proceed to door one. The Scenicruiser bus will depart the station at the scheduled 9 PM departure time in 15 minutes."
As an eighteen-year-old serviceman, the past six months of my life was filled with firsts, leaving home for boot camp near Chicago, flying on a commercial airline, the rigorous military discipline and learning how to live in a military organization to name a few. A week ago, I was graduating from boot camp and on leave in my home town in rural Virginia. Now I was traveling to my duty station on the west coast by bus. The trip was scheduled to last about five days and would prove to be most interesting.
I was not traveling in uniform, but my green seabag and boot camp buzz haircut left no doubt I was in the military. In 1972 with the Vietnam war protests and the anti-war sentiment in the United States it was recommended for servicemen to not travel in uniform. While I was not too concerned, I did not want to do anything that would make me stand out as a member of the armed forces. Of course my short hair was telling, as most of the other men in line to board the bus had the long hair styles of the day.
The bus, a two level Senicruiser, was half full, most of the seats in the lower level were taken (closer to the restroom). There were plenty of seats available in the upper section, but I still took a seat in the back row hoping for some privacy. Things looked great for me to have the last row of seats to myself. Since it was my first bus ride, I had not thought about the noise of the engine. Others had, because most people wanted to avoid sitting in the back of the bus where the diesel motor was located. Nobody was sitting in any of the back four rows and I was feeling confident of having some space. That is until the last person to board walked directly back to the back row and sat three seats from me. Apparently, he was having the same thoughts of getting away from the people and relaxing in relative solitude.
The first leg of my journey was an 18-hour trip arriving in Saint Louis at 3 PM the next day. After placing my backpack in the seat next to me, I got ready for the long ride by pulling a transistor radio out of my rucksack, connecting the earplug. I found a FM station with a strong signal then laid back in the seat and got comfortable. Scanning around the bus, the guy close to me was putting away his backpack and getting settled in as well. We had some privacy since there were no others were within four rows of us. As the driver warmed up the bus, I found the noise of the diesel engine was not bad at all. Promptly at 9 PM the driver dimmed the interior lights and pulled away from the station for the overnight drive to St Louis.
I glanced over to the guy next to me, noticing he was about my age and we made eye contact. He smiled and nodded to me and I returned the smile to be polite, then reclined the seat as far as possible. All I wanted to do was sleep for a while, it had been a long day. The vibrations of the bus on the highway and the light hum of the diesel engine lulled me into a relaxed state. As I closed my eyes, the tensions of the past four months of boot camp seemed to fade away into oblivion as the bus headed west. For the first time in a long while I began to relax and enjoy the trip.
Soon, I began to think about saying goodbye to my girlfriend the previous night. We both were over 18 and we were planning on getting married after my yearlong electronics training. Last night I wanted to have sex with her for the first time as a show of our love and dedication during the year separation. My girlfriend however had a different idea, she did not want to lose her virginity before her wedding night, so we did not start any sexual activity. So much for good intentions, what started out as a polite goodbye kiss evolved into a two-hour touching and feeling marathon with both of us experiencing two or three orgasms each. We used our hands to give each other as much pleasure as possible and while there was no oral sex or intercourse, there was lots of kissing, petting and masturbation. As a virile 18-year-old sailor, I was only partially satisfied and I went home with a set of blue balls, wanting more but not getting more.
As I began to relax on the bus, my thoughts of course returned to the heavy petting night before, my cock responded to the memories of the past 24 hours beginning to get hard. It felt good as I was using my fingers to gently rub myself through my pants. I felt tightness in my jeans as my erection grew, I needed to move my penis to a more comfortable position. Since it was dark in the bus, I thought I could move my dick without being noticed. Glancing over at the guy close to me, I saw he was not looking my way. I quickly moved my dick to a more comfortable position. Now that I was more comfortable, it did not take long to fall asleep while continuing to move my fingers over my growing erection.
I was dreaming of my girlfriend giving a most sensual cock massage when I felt a hand moving up and down my leg then gently rubbing my cock through my pants. I was not sure if I was dreaming or awake but it felt great. When the hand took hold of my cock squeezing gently, I woke up and turned to see that someone was in the seat next to me and was touching me in a most sensual way. The gentle pressure on my cock reminded me of last night and my cock was getting harder causing me to moan with pleasure.
