Gay Erotic Stories

My first job out of high school was an hour’s drive in a car my dad had gotten for me. Until it broke down after only one week and I was faced with three hours on buses in the middle of summer and coming home during rush hour in over loaded buses. I was cursing under my breath the whole ride home that first day. No seats available till the stop just before mine and all I could think was five days a week for the next six weeks…thirty days of holding onto the overhead bar, rocking back and forth with the movement of the bus, until it got too full to allow any movement.

After three days of just closing my eyes and holding on for the long trip in the first bus, I became aware that the guy I was standing near was giving off an odor. At first it was just another part of the annoying ride home. His sweat invading my space; like the feet and arms and elbows and knees that had jostled me from that first day.

But very slowly the scent worked its way into my nose and then into my brain. I was shocked when I heard my brain say "Yum". I shook off that thought and replaced it with all the revulsion I could conjure about dirty men. I filled my mind with thoughts of truly awful smells and tried to tie them to the one assaulting me from his armpits. It seemed to work as my stomach started to churn. And then I heard the "Yum" again just as I realized I was not sick to my stomach because of his smells but had those butterflies of anticipation. I was at a threshold and I wanted to enter in.

In moments I went from fighting to embracing those dark acidic man smells that now seemed to hold me. Along with those butterfly feelings in the pit of my stomach, I felt my heart pounding and skipping beats. I fought the desire to take a long deep breath and settled for short silent gulps of what I was thinking of as “his air”. And I enjoyed the thought that his scent was taking my breath away.

It seemed like an eternity that the bus was half empty and I could not move closer to my strange new goal. When a crowd of college students got on I moved slowly down the aisle trying to be calm and subtle as I took my position right next to him. For the first time in my life I was glad I was short as my nose came in even to his wet shirt. The desire for his scent became a new hunger to taste.

When I heard my mind say “pervert” I brushed it aside with primal thoughts that had been buried inside me for years. Thoughts of my father’s nightly kisses “hello” with sweat on his face and lips. The enjoyment and desires of a child I could never acknowledge or accept. But here I could, here next to the smell of man.

I remembered the ripe smell of the bathroom when we would strip off every day for our shower. How the steam just made it richer and heavier. How I lusted without knowing for my naked dad as we washed each other innocently. How his sweaty kiss when he got home meant a shower later with him. All those forbidden memories flooded back and became desired memories on that bus, with the scent of man all around me.

When I snuck a look and saw him smiling at me, my pants got full immediately as my armpit fantasy seemed to be taking life right on the bus. He looked down and saw. Winked and whispered “You like the scent?” I had no idea how he knew and my face must have shown my surprise at being recognized. “You have been softly moaning since you got here next to me. You have time for a drink or are you expected home? By the way, I am Brad.”

Oh my!