Gay Erotic Stories

It was on the night bus from Goa to Bangalore. I don't know how much it had to do with the bunch of cute teenage boys sitting ahead of me, but never in my wildest dreams did I even remotely imagine what I'd be capable of. There was this young lad sitting next to me, not any great looker but reasonably pleasant looking. When the lights went out, I found myself idly touching the guy's thigh as he slept. The softness of his flesh through the thin fabric began to give me ideas, and soon I was moving my hand ever so stealthily on his thigh. What possessed me, I never will figure out, but here I was on a rambling bus full of people, in the dead of night, feeling up a total stranger. The thrill of the danger was nothing like I'd ever known. My heart was pounding, my entire body trembling with excitement and raw, savage lust was all I knew. The hand slowly progressed till it came upon his hardness, at which point he let out a deep sigh. That was probably all the signal I needed to pull down the zip and plunge into the forbidden zone. The feel of his manhood against my bare hand was sensational. Smooth, supple, hot and huge. Tho' I never got to feast my eyes, from what I could feel, it was the biggest thing I'd ever known a guy to possess. I took care to take it slow, as my hand circled the width and glided up the length. Another aching sigh of anticipation from the sleeping victim, who was obviously no longer asleep. And that's when I fucked up and ruined it all. I became bolder than ever, confident of leading this kid to the most erotic experience of his life, and maybe mine too. It was merely a matter of time before he'd reach an unforgettable climax. I got greedy, I wanted more, the taste of danger made me want more. So with my other hand, I reached up to his face and began to caress it in the most sensual way I could think of. He was now squirming in his seat. I leaned further and flicked my tongue over the naked skin of his neck. Then I lunged for a deep throated kiss. Next thing I knew, I was suddenly pushed back roughly with a loud shout. Thankfully, the roar of the speeding bus drowned the sound and no heads turned. He threatened me, asking me to "control my hand" in a very hostile tone. So I backed off, cursing my recklessness that had got me so close. That's where it ended. What an anti-climax, right? I ignored the guy for the rest of the journey, but before leaving the bus, I couldn't resist handing him my card and inviting him to contact me when he's in Bangalore next. He hasn't and probably never will, but just in case he does, the episode might continue then. What do you think? Tell me : chinahunk@usa.net