Transit Delight

By /\/\anfun / Jerry Gaither (Of Blessed Memory)

Published on Dec 2, 1996

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TRANSIT DELIGHT

By: MANFUN

I had been riding the bus to and from work for some months, in the mornings it gave me time to read the paper and find out what was going on in the world, and in the afternoons I would read a currently released paperback, the trip home was sure much more enjoyable then battling the freeway, and the scenery sometimes was really good for the spirits. This evening was one of those evenings, most evening I usually get a seat and this evening was no different. I was on the aisle near the back door, a perfect vantage point from which to view the other passengers getting on and off. My current novel was a Sanders mystery, which had left me hanging the night before, so I had opened it right away and was into it forgetting the scenery. The bus had filled up pretty fast and was only making stops at the major cross streets.

Being bumped as people make there way off and on, when the bus started or stopped, or people moved to the back, was pretty normal. It happens all the time, but this evening it was happening more than normal, I glanced up from my book, standing in the aisle next to me was a fairly young guy, wearing chino's, a sports shirt and a letter jacket. That symbol that the owner was or is a jock. I can remember when I got my first one in high school, it was jean creaming material of the first order. It told the world that you were one of the guys on a team, and hung out in smelly locker rooms. It also gave you permission to pat or hit other guys on the ass and put your arm around their shoulders. I believe I worn my jacket to bed the first day I got it. The kid's jacket was blue and white with a gold letter "L" with three winged feet. It had the number '87 on the right sleeve and 13 on the left. So the owner had lettered in track his last three years and his number was thirteen. His over all build was that of someone who did a lot of running, his legs filled out his pants well. The book wasn't really that interesting at this point but what was at eye level was!!!

My glance was turning into a stare, it was about then he noticed that I wasn't reading any more but looking at the lower half of his body.

My noticing had its effect, he shifted from one foot to the other, and the point of my attention seemed to be becoming more notice- able. Just then someone moved behind him causing him to bump into my shoulder once again. He left his crotch against my shoulder longer than was necessary, it confirmed the fact that indeed there was some interesting things to explore under those chino's. Two or three more times he had to move to let people by and each time the contact became longer and longer.

As luck would have it the person next to me got up. I moved over and Kevin, whose name, I found out later sat down. The bulge in his pants was even more noticeable. As he sat there his leg was pressed against mine, he tightened the muscles sending messages without words. My stop was fast approaching so I had my work cut out for me if I was going to get this man. Well, Kevin beat me to it with his comment about needing a beer after his hard day at work, and being all tense. That was all I need to hear, I told him I had planned on picking some beer on the way home and he was welcome to come over and to have a few. We got off the bus and stopped by the liquor store and picked up the beer.

On the way to my house we talked about how much he missed the daily workout and the meets. With him working full time he didn't have time. He said something that took me back for a moment, about how the coach would clean them out before a meet and how good it made him feel, and relaxed him, got all that tension out.

We got to the house and Kevin sat on the couch, or should I say half sat and half laid. His lanky frame just kinda hung there, with that basket well displayed. I gave him a beer and excused myself to get out of my work drag and into some 501's. On my way back to the living room I pulled out the red enema bag from the hall closet and put on the back of the bathroom door.

After a few beer, Kevin asked to use the bathroom, when he came back he was all smiles,

"You have a bag just like the one

the coach would use on us, it

sure did make me relax."

"Would you like to use it this evening?"

was my question to him.

His eyes lite up and his response was positive, as he shed his clothes. Kevin stood there naked, his cock all seven uncut inches of it hard as a rock, the head was just covered by his foreskin. I stood there looking at his body....for someone who couldn't work out that much or run every day he was in great shape. We went into the bathroom and I filled the bag with warm soapy water...just a little hotter than his body temp. Kevin's cock was leaking pre- cum like a sieve, his eyes danced with delight. I greased the black nozzle with lube and bent Kevin over spreading his cheeks, seeing that ass in all its glory, his butt became the cynosure of my being. I had to taste it, to ram my tongue inside it. I started slowly, I let my tongue slither across the surface of his rosebud. His ass crack had the same musky taste and smell as a sweaty ball- sack after a work out in the gym. The musky taste was delicious -- -- the taste of a man. My tongue eased along his trench until every molecule of manmusk had been slurped away. I found his butthole and drilled my tongue in as far as it would go....Kevin pushed back trying for more and more....his cock was dripping all over my hand as I held it, squeezing it as his ass wrapped itself around my tongue.

"Fill me up, please, fill me up!!"

I took my tongue out of his beautiful ass, replacing it with the nozzle, releasing the clip.....the warm water slowly started to fill him.....his belly pushing out was more and more, the bag collapsing.....soon he had it all up his ass....

I took him by his cock and lead him to the bed.....

Kevin's stomach and ass full with the soapy water.....

I raised his legs and shoved my cock up his water filled ass.....it was hot and very wet.....

I fucked that ass like there was no tomorrow....his ass and the warm water caressing my cock....it didn't take much and I filled my rubber with cum....shot after shot....just as I took my final plunge into Kevin's ass....his cock erupted..

Sending his cum all over his chest....making little white pools.

That was the beginning of a very interesting and enjoyable evening.

Riding the rapid, so to speak, transit does have its benefits.

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