When the bus finally arrived, Greg yawned, and got on. It was still early in the day, but so much had happened he felt exhausted. The memories of what specifically had gone down were a bit blurry, for some reason, but he knew that he'd had a full day, and a sexy one at that.
Greg lived in the city, so it was no surprise that the bus heading his way was packed. He paid his fare quickly, but couldn't help but pause a moment to appreciate the way the driver's package bulged against his khakis. The man told him to move along, but there was a hungry look in his eyes. Stifling another thrill of arousal, Greg got to work finding somewhere to sit.
No luck. All the seats were taken, mostly by businessmen heading off to a late day at work. Sighing, he took his place in the standing section, reaching up to wrap a hand around one of the poles. There was enough room here, at least, but with his luck today the bus would probably fill up more at the next few stops.
He was right. It was five stops between Jason's suburb and his own apartment — it was in a pretty shitty part of town too, he thought glumly, sighing that another landlord had essentially turned him down. Before he had time to think too much about that, though, a group of eight or so men filed onto the bus, and he felt his heart sink. So much for having room.
Once all of them had settled and the bus was back in motion, Greg found himself pressed between two tall, well-muscled men. One was checking his phone, the other humming under his breath and staring idly at the wall. Greg felt an urge to glance down at the front of their pants and see what they were packing, but stifled it. He was still in public, even if he was still a bit aroused from reading through Jason's book.
The bus went over a bump, then, and sent the man without the phone crashing into Greg. Greg yelped, and opened his mouth to apologize, but was interrupted when he noticed where exactly they were pressed together. Without a phone to keep his free hand above his waist, the motion of the bus had pushed the stranger's hand right up against Greg's nearly flat crotch. In a moment, he was fully hard, dicklet almost aching with arousal at being found out in such a public location. The man looked up, and locked eyes with him. Sparing a glance to make sure nobody else on the bus was watching, the man leaned forward until his stubbly cheek brushed Greg's ear.
"Hey slut," he murmured, voice soft enough that only Greg could hear, "didn't know they let baby dicks like you out in public."
He gave Greg's crotch a slow squeeze, and Greg shuddered. The man smiled.
"Wanna know what a real man feels like?"
Wordlessly, Greg nodded. The man reached up and took Greg's free hand, then brought it down and slowly, deliberately, placed it against his own crotch.
Fuck. The man was barely hard, Greg could tell, but even with just a semi his cock was bigger than Greg's hand was long.
"Feel that, you little dicklet? Is that enough to satisfy a little cock sucker like you?"
The man's voice was low and hoarse, his arousal growing under Greg's hand. The man was only barely taller than him, but down below, down where it really mattered, he dwarfed him in every way.
Before Greg could think of a reply, the encounter was interrupted by a sharp, insistent buzzing from his pocket. Someone was calling his phone. Shaking off the arousal and embarrassment, Greg pulled it out of his pocket and gave it a quick glance. "Unknown caller." The area code was the same as his, but he didn't recognize the number. Could he use the call as an excuse to get away before the man humiliated him in public?
Or...he gulped. Was it worth cutting off his encounter with this hung stranger for a call from someone he didn't even know?