Chapter 6
I rushed out of the rest room and into the passenger waiting room on weak legs. Fortunately nobody was watching as I stumbled to the door and out onto the sidewalk to gulp fresh air. The clock above the door indicated it was almost departure time and that I had better get my pack together and see about my bus.
Just as I re-entered the station a stream of people came through the back door. They were heading for the restrooms, the lunch counter, the water fountains. These people all looked disheveled and sleepy. More than that, they looked absolutely bored.
I checked at the information counter to make sure that it was my bus that had just pulled in and was emptying its passengers. I retrieved my pack from the locker and headed for the loading gate. The driver was not there -- perhaps he was having a cup of coffee like many of the other passengers. I stood in the cool air feeling weak throughout my entire body, thinking about the nice soft seat I was going to sink into and go to sleep. According to the schedule, with the other change-overs that I had I would not reach Des Moines, Iowa, until early the next morning.
Passengers began to stream back toward the bus and boarding, bringing along their coffee or soft drinks in plastic cups. Several people had thermos bottles under their arms.
Finally the driver arrived. He noticed my pack and opened the door to the luggage compartment of the bus and I helped him toss it in with all the other luggage. The driver was a middle-aged red-haired Scandinavian with a ready smile. He asked me where I was going. I showed him my ticket from which he tore off a section, motioning me onto the bus, and I scrambled aboard. About midway back on the right side there were two empty seats that would allow me to stretch out and go to sleep. I had hardly snuggled in and gotten comfortable when all the other passengers got aboard, the driver started the motor of the bus, and we were soon out of the station and leaving the lights of Centerville behind us.
The rocking of the bus lulled my weary body. I glanced out at the sky which was now indigo. There wasn't a star or a glimpse of the moon as yet. The people in the bus were quiet, some reading newspapers by the light of the lamps over their heads. A young girl had a transistor radio pressed to her ear and I could hear the strains of a song by Bread. I wanted to ask her to turn the sound up a little so I could hear it better. Finally I coughed loudly, she glanced over at me, I made gestures which she understood and she turned it up. The music sounded terrific. The rolling of the bus over the hills felt terrific. I felt terrific -- tired, but terrific. I just let my body melt into the plush seat and into the plush music, and soon I was sleeping.
Was I dreaming? Yes, I had to be dreaming. My body was flying in exceedingly slow motion between silver parallel bars. I was wearing a silver leotard that gleamed and sparkled as though it were jeweled. My body had been rubbed with a rich perfumed oil and then massaged until my skin gleamed and sparkled like it too was jeweled. I was flying so high -- too high -- I became frightened. My fears melted away just as soon as Mr. Fellin reached out and put one hand firmly on the small of my back and the other hand firmly on my hard stomach. His voice trailed off in gentle whispers. "You're okay, Eric. You're flying a little higher this time. Don't be afraid... don't be afraid, don't be afraid." His voice became in audible, but I could see his lips moving, phrasing the wards over and over again.
My heart settled down and I began to enjoy my body soaring through a very still space. There was no sound, just the light brilliantly reflected from my silver suit and the flowing light pouring off my gleaming body. It felt good... very good... it was completely pure and perfect.
I decided to extend myself and try a new movement. However halfway through the movement I got that uneasy feeling again in my stomach -- that little tinge of fear. But Mr. Fellin appeared again, his lips moving to form the words which I could not hear but I knew he was saying, "Don't be afraid... don't be afraid." I completed the movement, then seemed to disappear into space.
Several times during the night the bus stopped in cities to pick up passengers and to discharge passengers. I would open my eyes briefly, make my bus transfer, then fall back to sleep. It wasn't until the next morning as we were pulling into Des Moines, Iowa, that I finally woke up, sluggish, very lethargic, but certainly rested after my previous day of strenuous new experiences.
Dismounting from the bus, I picked up my pack, waved goodbye to the red-headed bus driver and started for the cafeteria and some food. I was starved.
Des Moines is a good-sized city and therefore the bus station was very active, even at this time of the morning. The cafeteria was full of people, not only people that were traveling, but I suspected many of the local townspeople who came here for breakfast either before going to work or after finishing a night shift.
After shoving my pack into a locker for safe keeping I got in the line of people selecting food in the cafeteria. My stomach was growling fiercely, eager for the fresh coffee and frying bacon whose odor filled the air. When I had my eggs and bacon and milk and juice on a tray. I found a small unoccupied table at the far end of the room. The food tasted terrific and I went back to the counter for more milk and juice.
The steady hum of people in conversation floated above the smells of food being prepared and eaten. Many people seemed to know each other... obviously the locals. There were many well-dressed middle-aged people, many young people in blue jeans, a lot of people in their work clothes. The whole scene was interesting to me. However, I didn't see any farmers, or certainly no one in overalls. I was of the opinion that this was strictly farm country. I supposed that I was underestimating the size and sophistication of Des Moines when I had looked it up on the map at home before starting the trip.
I decided it would be a good idea to give my Uncle Ross a telephone call to let him know that I had arrived in Des Moines. A cashier gave me a handful of necessary coins and I dug out the telephone number from my billfold.
Uncle Ross answered the phone, bursting with excitement that I was going to be there later that day. He told me that he would send one of his hired men into town to pick me up and that I should wait patiently; it would be about an hour and a half. It was really good hearing Uncle Ross on the telephone... he sounded great. I was anxious to be with him again.
One hour and a half to kill. There was a small amusement gallery in the bus station, however, at this time of the morning it was not open. Then there was a bookshop, but, it was not open either. I began to wonder how the toilet in this big city bus station would stack up to the one in the bus station back in little Centerville. I could still remember vividly the sex scenes viewed through a glorious glory hole.
I walked into the restroom where two fellows were standing beside each other at the far end of the urinals. I moved, to the closest urinal and took a piss. Glancing down at the other two fellows they eagerly revealed their hard-ons. I backed away from the urinal just a little so that they could both get a good look at my prick, which was starting to stand up and throb. One of the buys walked over to stand at the urinal beside me. When he reached out and began to play with my dick I felt an electric current sear through my body. This fellow's own prick was a healthy specimen with a slim, pointed crown of a head.
Just then the door of the restroom opened and a couple of young teens came in, laughing and joking. I shoved my hard prick as best I could back into my pants and zipped up. There were rows of toilet stalls around a corner from the urinals which I began to inspect. There were many coin stalls, plus six free stalls at the far end of the rows -- three stalls on each side of the room, facing each other. None of the stalls had doors on them -- they were wide open. Walking past these open stalls I was aware that several were occupied. I took an unoccupied one.
After puffing my pants down, I noticed that two of the stalls opposite me were occupied. In one was a blond-haired college student type, about twenty-two years old. His hair was long and he was wearing a pair of overalls and a tie-dyed shirt. His face was very smooth, except for a silky blond mustache. He really turned me on with his fresh complexion and long blond hair. He had dropped his overalls and jockeys all the way to the floor, giving me a great view of his long legs covered with silky blond hair. I couldn't see his crotch because he was leaning forward with his elbows on his knees and had one hand covering his cock.
The fellow in the booth next to the blond was a little older, perhaps thirty. He had on a blue work uniform and I suspected he was a mechanic because the uniform was a little dirty with grease. His husky body showed lots of brown hair, especially over his legs and arms. His blue shirt was unbuttoned and the sleeves rolled up. Under his white T-shirt I could see the dark hair on his belly and chest. He was leaning forward also, therefore I couldn't see what his cock and balls looked like.
There was a guy sitting in the booth to my right, and I think to my left, also, but I couldn't remember what they looked like. The two fellows doing the urinal bit followed me to the stalls, but they were perhaps turned off by the public nature of the set-up because they both left. Personally, I was intrigued with the public nature of the situation, and I had a roaring hard-on.
I played a little with myself, trying not to be too obvious, but obvious enough. The blond student glanced over at me several times. I noticed that his hand began to stroke his cock gently and I was getting anxious to see what his prick looked like.
The mechanic wasn't coy, or didn't have much time, for to my delighted surprise he leaned back against his commode, shoved his ass forward on the toilet stool and revealed his short, fat, juicy, hard cock. His balls looked like hard rubber balls, very tight and very fat. He breathed in big gasps of air and began to stroke his prick with one hand, while with the other hand he pulled up his T-shirt and massaged his hairy belly and chest. He kept pinching his big titties, which obviously turned him on. Well, the whole scene was certainly turning me on.
While watching him exhibit his practically naked body and hot nuts, I spontaneously stroked my heated cock. The blond fellow got the message, because he stood up with his beautiful prick jutting out at me. His cock was like the rest of his tight body, fresh like white milk. His crotch was all glistening blond hair -- golden and precious. He pulled up his T-shirt, revealing a softly curving tummy, little ripples of muscles flowing from tummy up to his pecs which were flat and wide with fat wide, rosy nipples. His whole body glowed with golden vitality. Two sets of hot nuts in front of me at only 8:30 in the morning. I loved it.
The blond guy was getting into an exhibition scene. He began to hump his ass and move very gently, but surely, just like a stripper. His legs were planted far apart and each time he made those little bumps the muscles in his belly would ripple. He held his long slim pecker in the fist of one hand and bumped into that hand like he was fucking a good male ass.
I leaned back on the toilet seat and let it all hang out. My prick shot up against my belly and I had to hold it down so that it wouldn't drip cum-drops all over my belly hair. I opened my legs wide, leaned back, and just let my prick and balls jump enticingly for all to see.
The mechanic got to his feet, jacking on his pecker and licking his lips at me like he wanted my prick for his breakfast. The blond teen got inspired and began to really hump and bump his body, like a burlesque dancer coming to the finale. He turned his body to the side so that I could watch his big cock ram into his fist. That position also gave me a side view of his small flat ass. His buns were hard and small, tipped forward from the bottom, which made his cock and balls jut out. The cock was not fat, but it must have been eight beautiful golden inches long. I saw the cum juice begin to dribble from the head of his cock.
The mechanic turned around in the booth and leaned over the toilet seat, exposing his big round buns, absolutely hairless. They were fat, tight, hard, round buns -- globes of alabaster that met thick thighs covered with mountains of curly hair. And there, right in the middle of those twin matched globes of smooth hairless hard buns, was a pink eye staring at me. This ass muscle was twitching for action.
I looked at the blonde guy and nodded my head in the direction of his adjoining booth. He got the message because he stepped forward and looked around his partition. His eyes bugged out when he saw the mechanic's big ass moving around in the air, waiting to be plugged with a good prick. He cleared his throat and the mechanic stood up and turned around. Seeing the blond fellow pulling at his dick he stepped forward to give the teen a good look at his husky hot body.
I stood up and stepped forward to the edge of the stall so I could have a better view of what I hoped was going to happen. Looking to my right and to my left I was aware that the two fellows sitting on either side of me were on their feet, pulling away at their peckers and getting horny as hell watching the same performance that I was. I paid little attention to them, however; my eyes were glued to the scene in front of me.
Only then did I think to myself, my God what happens if someone walks in! The fellow in the stall to my right must have been thinking the same thing, because he pulled up his trousers and put himself back together. Walking past us he whispered, "I'll watch!" He moved down along the row of stalls to where one would turn to go back to the urinals and ultimately the door. From that vantage point he had a good view of the door and could give warning if anyone came toward the stalls.
I was pretty nervous about the whole scene, yet I also was aware of the fact that being afraid was getting me off. All the risk in this public place was making my adrenaline run hard, getting me high.
The blond teen motioned to his cock and the mechanic took a good look at it, his eyes lighting up. The blond fellow bumped and ground his golden prick into his hand. Then he placed both his hands against the sides of the booth for support and began to rotate his hips slow and sexy. This made his cock draw lusty circles in the air. Man, I wanted to fly through the air in one of my gymnastic routines on that beautiful cock.
The mechanic was smiling and drooling at the mouth. His buns were contracting. The guy to my left was leaning forward with his hot pecker hanging out for the world to see. The guy to my right, who was standing on guard, took quick glances back at the fuck scene, grabbing at his crotch occasionally while pacing nervously.
The mechanic stepped a foot or more out from the stall until he was in full view of the blond teen whipping his cock around in the stall. The mechanic turned around, revealing his rotating ass, bumping and grinding like the blond, inviting a cock to come play in his ass. The blond was now drooling with the beautiful sight of those fat hot buns teasing him. He moved closer to the mechanic until his belly was touching the white ass, his cock shoved between the mechanic's legs, the cockhead showing beneath the mechanic's fat balls.
My prick was dripping all over the place. I wanted them to join, to fuck, to help them throw their loads. The blond fellow's golden body against the baby white body of the mechanic was perfect counterpoint.
The blond was steamed up and ready to fuck. He spit into his hand and rubbed it up and down his golden shaft. He spit again into his hand and rubbed it into the crack of the wondrous ass he was about to plug. The mechanic leaned over, pointed his asshole in the air like a target, and the blond teen drove his arrow prick into that bullseye in one clean hard shot. The mechanic wheezed loudly with pain -- man, that long cock hitting all the way in one wild stab had to hurt like hell.
The mechanic hurriedly pulled his ass completely off the cock, squeezed his legs together tightly to alleviate the first burning pain, screwed up his eyes and puckered his lips in a grimace of suffering. He pulled his buns together tightly, constricting the hurting asshole. He rested, and after a minute began to relax and again offered his ass as a target for the golden-arrow prick.
The blond fellow came in easier this time. His eager prick shoved all the way to his balls. He pulled his prick back almost all the way out and rotated his hips like a hooker, teasing the mechanic's puckering asshole with the ruby head of his cock. Then he slammed it all the way back in. The mechanic screwed up his eyes in pain, delightful pain, which forced him not to move his fat globes off the meaty thresher up his rectum. It seemed as though he had wanted this fuck for days and now that he was plugged with the meat he wanted so much, nothing was going to prevent his perfect pleasure to the end.
The college guy reached above him and placed both his hands on the metal brace at the top front of his booth. He lifted his body slightly off the ground so that he was standing on his tiptoes. This elevated him in perfect line with the mechanic's quivering ass. Backing off so that his cockhead was tickling only the ass rim, he suddenly pulled out, dropped quickly on his knees and planted his wet lips and tongue directly in the firing range.
This was a real heavy sex scene and I was just about ready to drop my load right there in the toilet of a bus station in Des Moines, Iowa, at eight-thirty in the morning. The guy to my left was standing just in front of his stall now, working off his big pecker, licking his lips, wishing to get into the action. He was a tall dude, about six feet three inches tall. His pecker was in proportion, about ten inches long, with a deep curve toward the floor. He was so hot, I expected him to spill his load on the floor at any moment.
Meanwhile, the mechanic was wiggling his ass all over the blond's face. The blond had his mouth open wide and he was lapping at the smelly fuck hole, eating the juicy muscle, ramming his tongue as far into the velvet shit tunnel as he could get it.
He finally came up for air, with his face all wet with saliva and sweat. His cock was standing so hard it practically pressed flat against his belly. He had to push it down, raise himself on his tip-toes again, hang from the bar above his head to position it right on the mechanic's wet asshole. Wham! He was home all the way. WHAM -- he hit again and the mechanic shivered with pain. I could hear their bodies slam together, flesh against bare flesh. Man, he was tearing this fellow up and down with his long golden cock. WHAM... WHAM! Then he shot. His body kinda doubled over in the indescribable pleasure of coming. His eyes shut tightly, he threw both his arms around the broad shoulders of the mechanic and instinctively humped the love juice deep inside his rectum. He was sweating, his legs trembling from the great explosion of gism.
The fellow on guard down at the corner row of stalls now had his cock out of his pants and was busy stroking it, his eyes darting back and forth from the fuck scene to the other part of the toilet, making sure no one walked in unexpectedly and caught everyone in various compromising positions.
The blond teen finally came off the round white ass globes with his pecker making a huge slurping sound as he pulled it back through the gates of horny pleasure. The spent prick hung half hard, its head flowing with new blood, the balls pulled up tight and now gently beginning to descend. The prick looked even more tempting and beautiful in its spent stage. I held back the tremendous urge to rush forward and gobble the dripping cock in my mouth, licking up the left-over juices. I was really getting turned on to cum juices.
The mechanic crouched in his doubled-up position, trying to get back his breath, when the fellow to my left started across the small space dividing the booths and pushed his long cock into the mechanic's ass.
However, just then we got a danger signal from the man standing guard and everyone scuffled back into their booths, pulled up trousers, and sat back down on the toilet seats as though nothing out of the ordinary was taking place.
A butch-looking truck driver type came in and sat down next to the blond. He was tall, husky, red-headed, wearing a T-shirt, jeans and a pair of engineer boots. He had hardly planted himself on the toilet seat when he began to feel the horny vibrations of the place. His pants had been up over his knees, but now suddenly, he dropped them all the way to the floor, opened his long husky legs and gave me an eyeball shot at his heavy dick. Feeling confident that our new friend was boiling with morning randiness, I relaxed and dropped my pants to the floor, giving him a good look at my legs but still letting him wonder about my prick and balls, which I kept concealed with my hands.
His eyes took me all in before the settled down to concentrate on the booth to my left. I remembered how hot my neighbor was, and probably still was. Obviously he must be showing his hard-on because the truck driver's prick began to make little leaps into the air, swelling slowly and persistently. My friend to my left was now standing up, just at the edge of his stall, shirt open, pants down, so that his whole long slim body was absolutely naked, and he was pumping on his randy cock teasing anyone who cared to watch.
The blond was carefully cleaning his cock. The mechanic was playing with himself, still in heat, still needing his ass plugged more. Our guard was still carefully on duty.
The truck driver motioned to the fellow to my left that he wanted to suck him. He licked his lips and stroked the air. His cock was now standing at attention... fat... a beautiful fat cock. It couldn't have been over six or seven inches long, but it must have been all of that in circumference. I wondered if our mechanic's hot asshole would have liked to have been rammed full with this portly prick. I wondered if I could get my lips around its stout girth.
Red then pulled up his trousers loosely, scuffled across the floor and dropped on his knees, gobbling up my neighbor's ten inches of stiff meat. This cock-sucking scene was only three feet away from me and making my nuts ready to burst.
The red-haired trucker knew his sucking -- he slid the pecker so deep down his throat he was choking. His head began to bob fast, hungrily; he wanted that cum. My neighbor obliged in a matter of few minutes. He was so simmering with hot cum that he could hardly hold back. His eyes were crackling with the fire of sperm working up to be blasted out his meaty fuck machine. Then he began to shoot. His body humped a thick load down the red-haired fellow's throat.
The blond fellow had been watching everything casually, cleaning his cock, pulling up his overalls, brushing his golden locks into place, getting ready to leave. He stood in the booth, watching the suck scene in front of him. His face showed his fascination, and I could see his cock rising in his overalls once more.
To my surprise he came forward, told me to stand up and then went down on my cock all the way to my balls. He sucked, he slurped, he tickled. His golden tongue massaged my hot pecker, then my aching balls. I couldn't hold off any longer -- with a great gasp and moan my nectar flowed and filled up his mouth. He swallowed and sucked some more on my spent pecker, getting every drop of sweet cum that he could.
As my joy juice flowed into this golden student's golden throat, the truck driver finished off my neighbor, who now stood with his lovely limp pecker hanging in the air, cooling off.
I was spent. The golden boy kissed me gently full on the lips, then left. I collapsed on the toilet seat with my head between my hands. Cooling off for me was difficult; my cock did not want to subside. Finally, I cleaned it and stuffed it back into my jackets. Pulling up my pants, I was aware that my partial hard-on was hard to conceal -- my pants were jutting out in front. Putting my prick in the up position, laying it against my belly, was the best I could do to conceal it.
Pulling myself together, I waved goodbye to my randy friends and ambled out. Re-entering the waiting room of the bus station I plopped into a convenient chair to pull my head together and to let my cock cool down. I was sitting in that same chair a few minutes later, daydreaming, when I became aware of a voice speaking to me.
"Hi, I like your body a lot. And I really got off on your cum." It was the golden-haired college fellow who had taken the chair next to me. I couldn't say a word; I didn't know what to say, I was so surprised. His voice surprised me too -- it was as mellow and golden as his hair. My blue eyes gently met his blue eyes. My cock was swelling again.
"I'd like you to come home with me. I want to strip you naked and caress your beautiful body with my fingers, with my tongue, and with my cock. I want to suck you again. Do you like to be fucked?"
I thought quickly that perhaps I would like that very much after experiencing Cal's fingers up my ass, and a cucumber at Martin's, however, I didn't know how to answer this young man who excited me so much. So I just shrugged my shoulders.
He didn't seem put off. "Hey, look... my name is Roger, and you know that you turn me on like crazy. Unfortunately I have classes this morning and I have to leave for school right now. However, if you'd like to get together with me and make some beautiful love, I'm here every Thursday and Saturday evenings about seven o'clock. If you're interested, just be here. I'll be real nice to you!"
He smiled and I kinda melted. I smiled back. Then he was gone.