I looked around again. I declined, figuring he’d be as “one way” at his place as he was on the bus. Xnx He stroked me with slow steady strokes, his hand wrapped around my cock, applying even pressure from tip to base with each stroke. He went back to stroking my cock. I have thought about that day often over the last six months. Instead of moving my knee away from the rubbing, I pressed my knee against his. The bus was pretty full, with a few empty seats scattered here and there. The head of my cock was so sensitive, my body would spasm when he touched it. If anyone did notice us, they were keeping it to themselves. I wiped up the best I could, tucked my still hard cock into my cum soaked boxers and buttoned up my blues.
