I was a awkward teenager with braces, with clothes that didn't fit right, and shoes two sizes too big.... and this happened during my visit to India. I took a 6 hour bus ride to visit family from Ahmadabad to Surat, we caught the only bus available, a night bus, which departed at 1am. Even though it was late, the bus was full so we jumped on the last two remaining seats; and my father and I were split up, I took the seat in the far back and my father in the front of the bus. It was a large coach bus with high seat backs, and a washroom.
I sat down in the empty seat next to an older man, he seemed nice enough. The bus had rows of two seats on each side and we were the last row in the back of the bus, on the left of us was the washroom, so there was only people ahead of us. But no one else to the left or right.
He was about 60, grey-haired, talkative, kind, clean cut, family man type... as the bus winded through the roads and traffic on the highway he asked me lots of questions about what I was studying, my interests, my family, whether I was travelling alone or with others. I felt safe, engaged, as I eagerly shared everything he asked.... my father would look back occasionally and I'd wave at him to let him know I was ok. The man next to me and i were speaking in Gujarati, my communication was a bit broken, he could pickup on my foreign accent, but he knew I was trying so hard, he would smile at me because I was sounding and acting naive. Visiting from Canada, i took any chance I could to practice and get better at the language so I didn't hide that I wasn't from around there. An hour passed further into the night came, the lights dimmed and the entire bus fell asleep, except for a few passengers who were gazing out the window. I could see my father passed out at the front of the bus, and as much as I tried to stay awake, I dozed off and leaned against the man next to me, and rested my head on his shoulder, i could feel his warmth and hear his heavy deep breathes as my ear pressed against him.
I woke up to his movements, him breathing faster, short deep breathes.... him reaching down between my legs and rubbing my kaki pants, his large hand squeezing and playing with my crotch through the thick fabric. I froze up, but pretended to stay asleep, I was flooded with emotions, shock, fear... but turned on by the rush of it all. My feelings were mixed but I enjoyed the feeling of being close to him. I was curious, but remained still, my eyes closed, pretending to sleep. I grabbed his hands and held them, while I unzipped my pants so he had easier access, and guided his hand inside my pants between my legs. I could feel the rough skin from his hand squeezing and rubbing my cock. I felt flustered, laid their limp, fake sleeping, while he took advantage of me...my heart was racing from the newness of it all.
I was processing everything that was happening while I kept my eyes closed. Curious to take it further I slumped over....and rested my head in his lap. He reached below the seat ahead of us and pulled out a thin blanket from a plastic grocery bag, rustling it and shaking it open. He tossed it over both our seats, which covered his lap, my head and my upper body. My head nuzzled in deeper in his crotch, he lifted me up with his right hand, unzipped his pants. With his left hand he undid his belt, and unbuttoned his pants. He pulled out his cock out then stood up a little, grabbing his pants and underwear by the waist and slide it down a bit exposing his cock and balls to my face which laid inches away....he was enormous. Under the cover and stealth of the blanket, I was in disbelief that I was doing all this, it felt like a dream. It became a reality when he took his cock and started rubbing it on my lips, his cock was covered in pre-cum as the skin from the tip of his penis glided across the tips of my lips.
I could feel him getting harder the more he rubbed. His pre-cum smearing all over my face, lips, cheeks and chin. He was trying to force his cock to part my lips, which I kept pressed closed. I never had done anything like this, let alone had a cock in my mouth. I doubted what I was doing, I regretted taking it this far, was scared, I kept thinking I should get up and walk to the front, but I was excited by being bad. He kept pressing his cock on my lips then shoved harder, I finally opened my mouth and let him inside, he slid his cock inside me. His smell was musky, and it was hot and sweaty under the blanket... i was so turned on by his aggressiveness. His right hand playing with my penis, his other hand on the back of my head caressing my hair, easing my mouth down further that was stretched around his thick long cock.... with every pump I could feel him hit the back of my throat. I never gagged, the adrenaline rushing through my body, I forced myself to relax, I sunk in as he went in and out. My cock was hard in his hand, as he squeezed and stroked me with his course grip. I was turned on... the feeling of being desired lowered my inhibitions. The salty taste, as he slid himself in and out... my saliva lubing each pump that he took. I'd try and pull away and take a break to catch some air, but he kept stuffing his cock back in, the firm grip of his left hand on the back of my head each time he pumped. He was experienced, I never had anyone do this to me before.
Time came to a standstill, but I was down there a while. I could feel him swelling larger, throbbing, he would go soft and more pre-cum would pour out. I'd suck harder, strengthening the vacuum and he'd get harder again... this time his hips pushed up and his penis rammed deep down my throat as unloaded inside me. My eyes widened as I didn't know what else to do we were surrounded others by ahead of us in the bus that were sleeping in the darkness. I didn't want to make a mess. I swallowed as much as I could, with the rest of his cum spilling out of my mouth back over his cock and balls.
I laid there frozen, my head in his lap under his blanket, my face coated with sweat and cum. His cum inside my stomach oozing down my throat on it's way down inside.
I wiped my mouth using the blanket. I felt ashamed, embarrassed for what I had done, but also turned on by how much he was turned on by me, and that I pleasured him. It was my way of being bad. I was rebelling.
I sat up in a daze, and looked around, worried someone had saw me.... The blankets still covering our laps....everyone was still asleep, I looked at the clock at the front of the bus and we had hours until our destination and it was only 3 in the morning.
He reached over and stroked my penis again... I reciprocated reached over and wrapped my hand around his soft cock. He was slippery from my spit and his own cum. I could feel him getting hard again by the touch of my hand. I reached down to my waistline and I snapped open the button of my pants and slid them down to my knees and I sat in his lap, his cock glided between my butt cheeks I could feel him getting hard again with every rub. I pulled the blanket up covering myself and him up, I pretended to look out the window at the nights sky. I moved my hips forward and back feeling his thick cock get harder.... His hand around my waist pushed and pulled me, he used my body to jerk off his cock, I took in the feeling and motion of it all, his thickness, warmth and throbbing combined with the vibrations of the bus and bumps from the uneven roads. The feeling of the skin from his penis rubbing against my asshole felt amazing.
He kept licking his thumb of his other hand pressing it against my asshole pushing his finger in and out of me, I was loosening with every poke. I leaned back, he tried to push his cock in me but it wasn't happening, he was way too big and I was too tight. What felt like an eternity of riding him. He reached around grabbed my cock, his hand rubbing, squeezing all over my cock and balls, cupping me, pulling, and jerking me off while I was in his lap. I kept looking forward, outside, and forward making sure no one was seeing me... i felt a wave over take me, I came, shooting cum into my pants that were around my knees.
I got up, slid off his lap and over to my seat and pulled my pants back up which was wet from my own cum. I felt guilt, shame, but also satisfaction.
He tried to pull my head down to suck him off again, but as I leaned down the lights turned on, I quickly sat back up... the bus driver announced that we were arriving at our destination soon. I buttoned my pants back up, and closed my zipper and I got up and worked my way through the crowd to the front of the bus and met up with my dad.
I didn't say anything to anyone....
It was still dark out, my dad and I walked through the dimly bud station, the morning riders were coming towards us as we were walking out.
My private parts were a little sensitive from all the action. I looked down and noticed cum stains all over my crotch and pants, I tried to rub it out, but it was a drying quickly. It was a goopy mess from when I shot my load, and also mess from the cum from the man sitting next to me on the bus.
