I reclined my seat back, and as we spread the blanket over us, I rested my right foot on the pedestal that was at the bottom of each seat. Sex I eventually gave up and laid my head back against the seat, continued rubbing his crotch gently, and let him have his way. I felt the pressure against my knee increase, just a little. My cock was on fire! The bus was pretty full, with a few empty seats scattered here and there. The bus was as quiet as a tomb. I moved my left hand to his thigh and could feel his body heat through his jeans which were skintight on him and felt my way to his crotch. He asked how I was doing, I replied I was doing good, looking forward to going home for a week. Around the middle of the bus, the next empty seat was on the right, next to a middle-aged man who looked up and smiled as I approached. I boarded the bus. My cock pulsed out four or five high pressure streams of cum. My cock was on fire! I said “sure”. He stroked me with slow steady strokes, his hand wrapped around my cock, applying even pressure from tip to base with each stroke.
