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Waking up in unknown places wasn't new to Stensland. This time he had drunk too much, finding himself in a different state and having missed a day of work without telling his boss. To add shit to the matter, he didn't have weed with him or any pills to relieve his pain.
He was lost, in all senses of the word. A few weeks ago, he moved to Rochester, New York, to try new things and maybe fulfill some dreams. Some things were difficult, like getting around the city; he found it annoying to research the bus and subway routes, so he walked everywhere or took a taxi, which led him to be surprised to have gotten far after a drunken night.
New Jersey. Wow. What the fuck is he doing there?
He probably chased some hot ass or crashed someone's party.
With a dead cell phone battery, it was impossible for him to think calmly about what to do. He had to go home; it was obvious, and he had no one to contact he was around to help him.
After having a meltdown and crying his eyes out behind some bushes in a park, he decided to go old school and just ask strangers for directions.
He just jumped onto a bus without even checking if it was the right one. He didn't bother to look at any signs or routes, just went with the one an old lady told him about and collapsed into a seat to the right, near the driver.
After screwing up a bit, he could give himself permission to call himself an 'asshole'. With the amount he will spend traveling back home, he won't have money to eat for a week, and if his boss fires him, he has no idea what he will do…
Selling his ass was starting to sound good. That shouldn't be so hard. An easier way would be to post butt pics of him to OnlyFans, many people earn millions by doing that, why couldn't he?
It’s okay to dream.
Will the people sitting around him also be screwed? Stensy wonders as he looks at the different faces. In one way or another, everyone's a little screwed up, they all have that one thing that messes with their entire psyche. What will that one thing be for the little girl who smiles while playing with her pop-it in front of him? Has her dog died yesterday, or are her parents abusing her psychologically?
Yeah, they're all screwed up, and there must be people more screwed up than Stensland. Knowing that always cheers him up a bit.
People get on and off the bus until it's finally empty, with only Stensland and the driver. It must be the quiet afternoon hours, not the busiest time of day.
In the absence of everything, the redhead's last resort to feel some 'happiness' is to have an orgasm. He thinks about it as he watches the emptiness on the bus and shyly caresses the bulge in his crotch with his fingertips.
He raises his head, only to verify that the driver is not paying attention to him, and indeed…
"Alright, eyes always on the road," Stensland approves when he sees the focused driver.
He continues stroking and stops for a moment. Something quick won't hurt anyone, and it will make him very happy, so why not?
With each touch, he readies himself for what he's going to do and how good he'll feel once he releases his cock from his cargo shorts. He glances up at the rearview mirror above the driver and locks eyes with a brown-eyed gaze. Fear causes him to quickly remove his hand from his bulge. The driver looks straight ahead as if he doesn't care.
The ginger quietly unbuttons his shorts, lowering them along with his boxers to reveal his cock. He covers his belly by pulling down his sweater, only letting a hint of golden fuzz peek out.
"Something quick," he thinks, glancing at the rearview mirror out of the corner of his eye, meeting that gaze again.
His skin is tingling with nerves. The tension and adrenaline are intense from receiving a reprimand and getting off the bus, with his average-sized cock dripping with pre-cum, without giving him time to pull up his shorts.
Pre-cum comes out of the head, and Stensland plays with it a bit between his fingers before smearing it down his length.
What if the handsome brown-eyed driver is attracted to pervs like him? Stensland provokes himself. He wraps around his cock and starts jerking off.
He lowers his shorts with his other hand to free his balls, hoping the driver will still see him.
And there he is, seeing everything.
It would be incredible if the driver decided to stop the bus to give him the fuck of his life.
Stensland tries not to take his eyes off the rearview mirror and pulls up his sweater and T-shirt to show off his pink little nipples.
He strokes and tugs on his left nipple a bit, as well as his dick, biting down on his rainbow shirt, so it doesn't fall and cover his nipples again.
The pangs of pleasure that run through his body, from his nipples to his cock, make him increase the speed and intensity of his movements.
He spreads his legs wider and slides down in the seat, gripping his cock harder, causing his balls to bounce with each stroke.
"Ah -fuck!"
As much as he wants to keep looking at the driver, the immeasurable pleasure forces him to close his eyes. He knows he won't last any longer without cumming.
A strong jet shoots up his chin, staining his sweater and abdomen. He doesn't stop jerking off until he opens his eyes and makes sure the driver has seen everything... and yes, he saw it all... and Stensy still doesn't receive any reprimand.
Stensland collects the cum from his abdomen with his fingers and cleans it by sucking them, trying to tease the driver and make him understand that he is totally willing to suck his cock.
He closes his eyes for a moment as he enjoys the post-orgasmic haze. That was probably the best jerk-off session he's had in years…
No, he's had better solo sessions, like the ones where he shares his lonely nights with his dildo machine while hugging a pillow, imagining it's a man... but masturbating in public places in front of someone just as kinky as him felt pretty damn good.
Stensland opens his eyes to check that the driver is still looking at him, but he is not; he is concentrating on the road again. Stensy smiles to himself, realizing they could have crashed if the driver had given him his full attention.
As the bus approaches one of the stops, he quickly tucks his dick back into his pants and pulls down his sweater. He shouldn't get off there, but he prefers to flee in case the driver changes his mind and decides to take him to the police station for being an exhibitionist.
The direction of his sexual life and the possibility of his next love story could be in the hands of that brunet driver. He could give him his phone number and let him know that he's available anytime for a little distraction from his boring job, but if he's honest with himself, he's not going back to New Jersey just for a fuck. The driver was cute, yes, but it was just the heat of the moment.
Stensland stops by the handrails near the door and turns to say something to the driver.
He opened his mouth, and nothing came out but a simple…
"Thank you."
...accompanied by a smile. The driver nodded, and Stensland got off the bus, buoyed and refreshed, ready to face and fix the mess that was his life.
He hoped that the kind driver had a very good night.
It was a very good day, Paterson could tell.
He takes one last look at his erection before continuing on his way. He thinks about getting home, telling his wife what happened, and proceeding to make love to her…
And maybe he'll write a poem about that flame-haired beauty who groped himself on his bus… using fairy and leprechaun metaphors.