Atlantic City Bus Ride

I spotted the homie in line when I was getting my tickets from Greyhound. He was alone, and so was I since my bestie stood me up again for yet another trip down to the Boardwalk. I really needed to get away from the city for a few hours, so I said, “Fuck it,” and purchased a solo ticket down to Atlantic City.

Dude was about six people behind me in line and sat right next to me while we waited to board the bus. “Sup?” He flopped down in a seat a seat over from me. “Sup.” I nodded, inhaling his strong clean masculine fragrance, surprised someone so dick-hardening handsome was travelling all by his lonesome. “What resort you headin’ off to?”

The ink black god with locks opted to chit-chat my freckled, light-skinned ass. “None.” I shook my budding red afro. “I’m going to soak up some sun and chill for a bit.” “That’s what’s up. Winter’s been hell on all of us. If I didn’t have this itch in my palm, I’d join you in getting some Vitamin D.” He words offered plainly, but his piercing gaze said a whole lot more.

Then he added, “The name’s Vantevius by the way. Van for short.” “Keyshawn.” I bumped his fist. “Nice to meet you, man. Like I said, I got this itch in my hand. I got a feeling I’m gonna whup the house at the tables today.” “Yeah,” I avoided his dark piercing eyes. “Yeah. My girl had to work today­­.”

He leaned into me, whispering a smooth spicy cinnamon breath into my ear. “She’s my good luck charm. Usually, she’ll give me some before I hit the tables, and sure ‘nuff, I start winning.” “Yeah?” I repeated. “Happens every time. Good luck charm.” “Did she…’help you on your way’ today?” I asked purely out of curiosity. “Late last night. She was gone when I woke up this morning.” Van voiced regrettably. “She had to be at work at 7.” “Is it gonna work like that?” “I dunno.”

He was doubtful. “But I’mma try anyway. This itch.” “I hear you.”  As I dropped the last word, our bus was being called over the loudspeaker.   

Once the old folks fought their way onto the bus, I found myself seated in the far back alone next to the bathroom when Van walked up. “Looks like we got the whole back of the bus to ourselves.” Van sat directly across from me with the closest person about four rows up. “Looks that way.” Van was nice.

Though, I was able to put things in perspective from the time we left from inside the station to the time we boarded the bus. He just wanted to talk. He had a lot of energy to burn since he didn’t get any this morning and he was excited about the casino.

The bus pulled off a few minutes after we boarded. We were well on our way. Van talked the first twenty minutes non-stop, then he must’ve noticed I wasn’t contributing much to the conversation.

He quietly looked out the window, his locks unorganized around his broad shoulders as his hand was about his crotch nursing an obvious stiffy. “Where do you and your girlfriend usually do it when y’all on your way to the casino?”

I slid over a seat to cast my allegorical fishing pole out into the imaginary water, tingled by the idea of this gorgeous man having sex—even if it wasn’t me, or men for that matter. “On the bus.” He simply put out there. I perked up and slid over one more seat to be right next to him, and mouthed, “On the bus? Man, y’all wildin’! Ain’t y’all scared of getting caught?” “We keep it quiet.” My mind raced. “What kind of sex?” “All kinds.” “Which one gets you the biggest windfall?” “Fuckin’.

First time we fucked on a bus, the house broke us off five G’s from three hundred. Though, I got a little greedy, and we only walked away with about three. That’s 10x the funds, still. Keisha and I’ve been fucking on the bus ever since.” Van chuckled. I joined in with him.

The vision of her biting into him to keep quiet while he was deep inside of her getting his rocks off. “What’re you expecting today? With no nookie this morning?” “Hard to say. The palm is itching, but I’ll still call it a win if I come out just above even.”

I thought for a lustful minute. His girl on his dick. I knew what I wanted to say. I just wasn’t sure if it would go over well since I couldn’t get a clear read on him either way. “Is it only lucky sex from your girlfriend? Or can it be from anyone?” Van thought for a minute. “I dunno. I’ve never tried it with anyone else.” “So, say a blowjob from someone other than your girl might be just what you need right now?” I asked boldly.

Van smiled. “Who would I get to suck me off? Ain’t nothin’ but old peeps on the bus.” “Not everybody.” I dared.  Van caught my drift. “I dunno, Keyshawn. I never did that before.” “First time for everything.” I argued. “It might not be your girlfriend as it is the K in our name. You can go home a winner, even if you strike out at the table.”

Van looked out of the window again. He took less than a brief eternity to make up his mind. “Okay,” he licked his lips, looking over at me. “I want big money, though, and a BJ might not be enough.” “Then what do you want?” “I want some ass. And if I win, I’ll break you off something. That way, if I don’t, you’ll go home a winner, too.” “I don’t know.” I said coyly, glad that I always take care of myself just in case opportunities like this arises.

“I don’t know you like that, my man.” “I know.” He agreed. “You’re asking me to carry your baby batter inside of me while I hang out at the beach for the rest of the day. And what if you knock me up? Huh? Then, I got to explain to Vantevius Junior that he was conceived because his Daddy wanted to hit it big at the table, and not because of our love!” I burst out laughing.  When I’m on a roll! I’m on a roll! 

He looked slightly uncertain until he remembered that I was a dude just like him, so an unplanned pregnancy wasn’t even a possibility before he started chuckling, too. “I wouldn’t be asking,” Van started to talk through laughing. “Believe me. But I gotta a good feeling, and I think I could make a killing!” He still felt my hesitancy. “What do you say to 30% of whatever I win.”

“It’s not about the money, Vantevius.” “It ain’t about Vantevius Junior, either. Look, I wouldn’t even be thinking about it, if you didn’t put it out there. Got me hard and shit.” “I got you hard?” “Harder.” He corrected. I toyed with him for a minute. “Okay.” Van instantly got happy.

I wasn’t sure if it was because he was about to get some ass or because he was already counting the money in his head. “How we gonna do this?” I probed. “Well, you’re gonna straddle me. Sit down on it with your back to me. That’s how Keisha does it.”  

I reached over and felt his hard-on. Van unzipped and shoved his pants and boxers down, exposing a thick eight-and-a-half-inch uncut pipe with not a vein on it looking like a black sea cucumber. My mouth watered.  “You got any lube?” I asked, knowing full well he wouldn’t.

Like I didn’t already have a little grease lining my walls just in case. “Shit!” He answered pissed. I guess he thought I’d back down just because he was unprepared for this. “Don’t worry. I just got to get it a little extra wet.”  

I checked the rearview mirror in the front next to the driver to see it was mostly angled down and out away from the back and slightly slid partway into the seat facing the aisle as I leaned in and craned him into my mouth.  Van gasped as my mouth and tongue engulf his vulnerable dick like a mugger on a cold rainy night.

I sucked the length of his swollen, throbbing shaft, briefly sucking the fat juicy head before swallowing the shaft whole again and slobbered his meat with constant spit. I felt his hand roam down my back towards my ass, slipping behind the waistbands of my cargo shorts and swim trunks underneath gripping my ass cheeks.

His fingers toying with the fine hairs along the valley surrounding my hole. “Man, you know how to suck dick.” He grunted as I took him down to his balls, his dick throbbing wildly in my throat. “You better pull off before you catch ‘em all in your mouth.” I continued. “Don’t Key,” he panted, pounding his fist lightly into my spine to get off his tasty meat. “Don’t. I want that big money, man.” “Aiight.” I spat a fine thick spit from my mouth.

Van looked at me through half slits as if he couldn’t believe how good that felt. The kind of look that made him forget about what’s-her-face. “Where’d you learn to suck dick like that?” Van inquired, looking at my pink pouty lips sure to be shining with the same spittle that coated his prick. “You like?” Van nodded. “I tend to go for it with a pretty one like yours.”

I wiped the corner of my mouth for effect. “Could you teach my girl?” He half joked. “She’s good, but not like you. I almost unloaded and everything.” I spat into my fingers and ran the slimy content over my ass.  “Well, we better get started so you can before we reach AC.” “No problem there. If your ass is as good as your mouth, I’ll be dropping off Junior and the rest of them in a few minutes.” I smiled.

It felt good to be needed. I followed Van’s lead by sliding over a seat. He sat where I sat and I sat next. When he got in place, I stood in front of him where shucked down my pants and sat my ass on his lap, getting me to raise up a couple of times before I lined his big black dick with my hole as I finally sat down on it. “Uhh!” He moaned in gratitude when he felt the head enter my fleshy ridged insides.  I sank on his cock, gritting my teeth to hold back from crying out loud as I took him completely down to the root.  

Van bit into my shoulder to stifle a groan, the sudden shock of my hot moist innards lovingly caressed his piece in one fair swoop was almost more than he could bare. His fingernails dug into my sides. “You’re not cumming yet are you?” I asked breathlessly. “Nah!” Van answered quickly, holding back. “Good! ‘cause I plan on riding the hell out of this dick!”

I clamped my sphincter around him. “Ooohhh!” He gasped loud enough to almost arouse attention. “Shhhh!” I shushed him. “I ain’t trying to get caught back here.” “Then don’t do that. Nobody’s ever did that to me before!” “Well, if you can’t handle it, I’ll just get up.” I rose just enough for him to pull me back down. “Nah, shawty! We got a deal, remember?” “I didn’t forget.”

I rotated my hips, grinding his hardwood around in my ass, coaxing another moan from his throat.  Shit! I’m gonna have to make him cum quick before he has the whole bus investigating. Slowly, I began to ride him, whirling my hips and bouncing my ass in his lap, making his dick in churn around inside of me. I leaned back against my baby’s father-to-be, his chest pressed into my back.

I could feel his heart beating through our shirts. I took complete control of our sex.  I leaned my head into his, his nails digging closer to my armpits as I drove my hips a little too deep, sending his wood further up my bowels.

A quick gasp escaped his lips, and I cocked my head back to get him to cut it out.  “Uhh!” “Shhh!!”  We went back and forth for a minute, reminding him to keep quite while I slammed my ass back into his lap to make him shoot. “Uhh!” “Shhh!” I slammed my hips again, squeezing my sphincter once more. “UHHH!” He gasped louder into my back, forcing me to feel his words rather than hear them. “Shhh!” I reminded him. “Oh! UHH! ARH!” He grunted. His balls tightened, knowing it was only a matter of a few more strokes before he came. Van wrapped his hands around my torso, running them along my sides and made a go for my nipples through my shirt.

He pumped upwards, meeting me stroke for stroke, driving that ample dick of his into me with increasing force. He was taking control of this fuck now. Oh fuck! I bit deep into my cheeks. He held me in his lap and quarter turned me to the side, using me like those torso fuck toys. “Uhh! Ooh! Ohh! Ohh!” I panted. “Shhh!” Van shushed this time picking up his fucking pace, cupping my mouth tightly. 

I darted the tip of my tongue at his hand as he tried stifled my moans and groans. The underside of his dick was drilling for something deep inside of me that had my untouched neglected bone ready to shoot fireworks! He pulled me back down on top of him upright, spreading my legs over his. Van used his strength to impale me on his cock.

“Oh, fuck!” I whimpered, lust boiling straight through my loins. “Fuck me, Vantevius! Fuck me, man!” “Oh, I’m fucking you.” He whispered in a deep sexy growl. “Fucking you anytime you want, man! Anywhere you want me to…I’ll be there! Just tell me when…and we can do this whenever!”  

He plowed my hole. Six hard fast deep strokes later, he slammed into me one good time and hosed my innards down with his fresh-churned cream. I felt the hot sticky mixture splatter my insides, flooding my bowels with his seed.  

Barely a second later after this cum down, it was like my hole gave my pole permission to explode after him without even palming my dick. Just the feel of his furious prick going off deep inside of me made me spew hot spunk all over the back of the seat in front of me.  “Ohh! Ohh! Oooooo….” Van moaned lightly once our orgasms faded.

I hopped off my new friend pulling my shorts back up. His woody plopped wetly from my soddened wormhole when we heard the horn of a semi-tractor trailer riding right beside us. Van and I looked out at the driver who had been enjoying the show.

He smiled and waved, then pulled ahead of the bus. Van and I chuckled. “That was wild!” Van confessed, pulling up his pants. A few turns later we were pulling into the bus terminal. When we got off the bus, Van and I were at a loss at what to do next as we were just about to part company.

We were well beyond a fist bump, and yet we didn’t feel the intimacy or the familiarity to hug it out.  “I hope it helps,” I beamed, spinning on my heels on the three-block walk over to the beach when there was nothing left to be said. “Eh, Keyshawn,” Van called out as he came close to me.

 “Yeah,” I turned, hoping he might kiss me now that we were out of eyesight of everyone. “Not sure how long you’re staying out here but meet me back here in about six hours. Okay.” “Okay.” I easily agreed.   Honestly, I really didn’t expect to see Van again, as we were allowed to take any casino bus back to the city so long as we had our Greyhound ticket with us.

So he could go back home whenever he was ready, tomorrow morning if he felt like it. I laid out my towel, and stripped down to my swim trunks, lotioned up, and relaxed in the sun until the beach started to fill with the evening crowd ahead of sunset.  

I walked to the boardwalk, bought some grub, and then made my way back to the bus. Sure enough, when the bus driver closed the doors fifteen minutes later and began to pull off from the bus terminal, I couldn’t help but to be a little disappointed.

Yes, he was a stranger, and yes, he had a girlfriend, but still. Oh well, ce la vie!  As I began to reflect on how hours earlier, I sat on a seat just like this riding out a big dick, there was a knock on the side of side of the bus.

One of the elderly people up front yelled to the driver that someone was trying to board. The driver stopped and let the late comer come aboard. I have to say, my heart sank once more once I saw it was this elderly man barely making it on. But then, right behind him, I saw Vantevius, thanking everybody while simultaneously getting praised for making sure the man boarded the bus safely.

I smiled, not quite sure why. I knew he hadn’t forgotten me that quickly, but it wasn’t like this was going to grow into anything. Van swung into the seat next to me, perspiring, “Oh, you didn’t think I was gonna make it!” “You almost didn’t!” I laughed, then asked impatiently. “Well…? Did you win?” “The House wasn’t as sweet this time,” he lost his grin. “Oh, well. I guess getting your pipes cleaned ain’t a bad consolation prize.”

I glanced over at his sleeping monster wondering if some more sex would help him get over losing.  He reached into his pocket and handed me a stack of hundreds. I counted $1,200.  “You won four G’s?!” I said repeating his thirty percent offer from earlier.  Van nodded. “You’re lying!” Van shook his head with an incredible smile, and then started laughing. “Wow! I guess I did help!”

I stated in shock. “Thanks!” I thumbed the currency in my hands and slid it in my pocket just in case he wanted it back. I sat there unsure what to do next. I was happy and horny about everything, and he probably was too, but he had someone at home to take care of those needs for him. When I started to crash back to reality, he grabbed my face and kissed me. “Looks like I got me a new good luck charm!"