Waiting in the dark

It was a windy, cold night in January. I was returning from Ahmedabad after giving my bank PO exam. I was waiting for a bus on the highway outskirts wearing jeans and a t-shirt and carrying my college bag. It was getting chilly with every second passing.

My body fold was getting tighter after every rejection I was getting from vehicles going towards Rajkot on SG Highway. Maybe I was shivering. It was almost 2 am. Mostly you get transportation very easily. But today was a bad day. Every bus was full because of govt exams.

Since it was 5 hours long journey, I wanted to sleep and go rather than stand. I was becoming hopeless. I thought to go to any Oyorooms, do Grindr and spend a night with a bear having some fun rather than waiting for a bus and going home dry.

As soon as I decided to go to a hotel room, I saw a ray of hope and a big sound horn. I waved my hand and almost jumped in front of the vehicle. Luckily it was a Neeta Volvo bus. My eyes and legs both opened wide when I saw the conductor in a white uniform.

He was wearing formal black shoes and neat white well-ironed pants. But the wrinkles around his crotch suggest that the guy must have had big machinery behind the zip. Though my eyes were not ready to go up, I panned my vision. He wore the same fabric shirt, which technically makes it a safari suit.

His hairy arms looked so masculine from his tight half sleeves. I just felt to keep my head on his shoulder and sleep. After a slow-motion visual inside my brain, I returned to reality when the conductor shouted at me. I ran to him and controlled my excitement.

I asked him several questions in seconds. Rajkot? Do you have a seat? How much? He replied, “Rajkot, 300, But no seat. You’ll have to stand.” I got double disappointment when I saw his face. He was 30 years old, wearing clothes like a mature Gujarati man and offering me no seat. Huh.

I thought to screw the Oyorooms plan and say yes to the guy. I thought I would have sex in the future because I had to wait for the guy to be 45. LOL. I stepped onto the bus. He also came along and closed the door. I stood on the steps.

For the first 10 minutes, it gave a very Imtiaz Ali vibe. My hair was waving with the cold air from the window cracks. I started singing, ‘Hum to milo chale.’ But reality hit me like Anurag Kashyap’s movie when I got tired of standing and felt like sitting.

I didn’t bother about my clothes and dropped my bums on the second step of the bus stairs. I immediately felt like a rocket with a burning ass. There was a hot engine right below my ass. I could not sit for five seconds, and I got up. And again started singing.

But romanticising the 5-hour standing journey failed miserably. I banged my head on the dashboard when I dozed off. It made a BAM sound in the dark cabin. The driver told me to sit down, but I didn’t and controlled my sleep.

And then I heard someone calling me, ‘Oye, Oye…’ and I turned back, it was the driver. He told me to sit next to him on his chair. Though I desperately wanted to rest my ass. I said with hesitation, “Aapke pass jagah thodi hai meri badi gand ke liye.” (Do you have a place for a big ass like mine?)

He laughed and said, “Don’t worry, I’ll adjust.” He turned on the cabin lights. I went to him, keeping my head down because of the moving bus. He told me to split my ass. One thigh on his chair and one thigh on the dashboard. Between my legs, there was a gear. Gear of bus, not my dick.

I thought it would be inconvenient for the driver to shift gears now. But I didn’t care as I got to rest. Now the driver and I had adjusted ourselves. I was super sleepy so dozing off frequently. But I made sure my head would not rest on his shoulder.

2 hours passed, and it was 4 am. I was almost sleepy. And the bus is going at full speed. So many times, I felt the driver’s hand rubbing against my body parts while changing gears. I didn’t bother much, but my hormones did. My dick and I started feeling nice. So we got hard and started drooling.

I was waiting for his next signal, but he didn’t do it. I lost my excitement. Maybe it was just a coincidence, and I was just horny. After 10 minutes, slowly, like a feather, he put his hand on my thigh. I became aware. I don’t know why but out of randomness, I put his hand on the gear and closed my eyes.

I started feeling the loss of an opportunity, first Oyo rooms and now this driver. I hadn’t had sex in 3 months. I was very horny, but now the opportunity has gone. I was feeling furious, angry, and rejected. I told my morals that I wanted to have sex.

This guy is giving me hints. I can’t reject it. I didn’t care about his looks or age or anything. I wanted to have sex, and I grabbed his crotch. I could feel a big fat dick from the silky fabric of his pants. The balls and dick were so soft. After grabbing them, I almost pressed them also.

I came out of the one-second fantasy expecting a push and a slap. But surprisingly, the driver didn’t react at all. I got approval and started playing with his dick. I was pulling the skin up and down slowly to make it hard. It became easy since he was not wearing anything under the pants.

He ordered me to rub it, though I started it earlier only. He was driving calmly as if he had experienced a handjob while driving. He got hard. It felt like it was like a big 8-inch-long and thick cucumber.

He ordered me to take it out and said, “Tumne jab bus rokne keliye haath uthaya tabhi maine yahan se dekh liya tha. Conductor ko bola ki isko seat mat dena, sath mein bithana hai.” (When I saw you asking to stop the bus, I understood. I told the conductor not to give you a seat and make you sit next to me.)

I held his monster tighter after listening to this and said, “Aapne to mujhe dekh liya par maine abhi tak apko dekha nahi. Andhera hi tha pehle se.” (You saw me, but I have still not seen you. It is so dark.” He turned on the lights, and I got a heart attack.

He had a thick black moustache and chocolaty leather skin. Its texture suggested that he must be in his late forties. His big eyes were dropping alcohol from the corners. His oily side-parted hair was making him even hotter. He had a paunch, which I felt from my arm while holding his monster.

After a second, he turned towards the road and focused on driving though I was still staring at his hairy lip. I asked him for a kiss. He said, “Aage ek roadside hotel hai, wahan bus 15 min keliye rukegi. Ek round le lete hai.” (The bus will stop at a roadside hotel for 15 minutes. Let’s go for one round.)

Without a thought, I said yes. 5-7 minutes into the drive, we reached the hotel. My heartbeats were increasing, I didn’t know what would happen now, what this driver would do to me. Where will we go? Then he held my hand and started walking.

We reached the storeroom behind the toilets. The room was dirty but big enough to stand and make out. As soon as we entered the room, he closed the door and behaved like he owned the room. Without looking into my eyes, he said, “Remove your pants. Let me fuck you.”

I wanted to feel his macho hairy body trapped inside a white safari suit for hours. But I had to say what he wanted. I dropped my pants quickly, and he turned me behind the wall and felt my soft ass. He removed his monster and started brushing around my bums.

I got excited and opened the gates for him. I felt a lot of saliva at the entrance, and then he targeted his gun. But even after multiple attempts, it wasn’t going inside as it was not hard. I realised and, without wasting a moment, I turned around and went on my knees.

I took the juicy head in my mouth. The driver had closed his eyes and put his hands on the wall. I gave the head tour of my entire mouth. I swirled my tongue all around for a minute. I could hear the moans from his mouth. Then I took the dick slightly deeper and sucked his harder, creating a vacuum inside my mouth.

As soon as I sucked it hard, the moans became louder. Now one of his hands came on my head. He slowly started thrusting his dick inside my throat. I released the vacuum and let it come and go the dick. He held my face and the thrust became stronger and deeper. I could feel a big rod touching my throat.

And now he put his hands on my face and started fucking my mouth hard. He used to pull the dick out of the mouth and insert it deep with a single merciless stroke. The louder the moan, the harder the strokes he was giving. I was in heaven. I was feeling his hairy belly beneath the shirt.

After thrusting for a long, he was getting more excited. I realised he was about to cum. His strokes were going very deep. He was holding me tight, and his body was also losing control. I started feeling some tasteless liquid in my mouth.

He held my face very tightly with one big stroke and squirted all his lava inside my throat. I could feel thick lava going down my throat, and he made me swallow his cum. He was about to remove his dick from my mouth. I sucked tightly with my cheeks and tongue and cleaned the dick of the remaining cum.

Suddenly, we both came to reality and realised we needed to leave. We wore our pants. When he opened the door, I pushed the door and turned him around. Without his permission, I kissed him and took his moustache in my mouth. I opened my mouth big to share my tongue with him.

As soon as he opened his mouth, I shared his remaining cum lying in my mouth with him. He took all cum in his mouth and gave me an intense smooch for a minute long. Reality struck again. We left the room running. We sat on our seats smiling wide.

All the passengers came inside. The conductor entered the bus last and looked at the driver. The driver gave him a smile and a naughty wink. The conductor got the hint and, with a smile, closed the door.

The driver switched off the light and started the bus. He asked me to spend the remaining night with him at his place. I said yes, and he put his foot on the accelerator with force.

There was a surprise at his home. Stay tuned!