Stranger on the Coach

After a long hard year of work, I decided to treat myself to a few nights in London. This would be my first solo trip and I was very much looking forward to the alone time. Being able to do exactly as I wanted and when I wanted. I decided on London because there was a show I wanted to see, I booked the theatre tickets and booked a hotel and coach around those dates. I decided two nights would be plenty if it was just me.

I went for an early coach to make the most of the time in London. My sister dropped myself off at the coach station half an hour before my allotted time. It was half two in the morning and the station was fairly deserted, expect the coach and a handle of passengers. It was the middle of a hot summer and therefore the air still felt warm but with a gentle welcome breeze. I was travelling light and was therefore able to board the coach almost immediately. I choose a random seat about halfway down the aisle on the right. The coach seemed fairly new and clean with plush seats and plug sockets for charging devices. I sat next to the window, placed my bag on the next to me knowing that it was quiet, and looked out at the dimly lit station. I was a mixture of anxious and exited for this trip. It wasn’t long and we were away.

I do not know if it was the vibrations of the coach, the fact that I was alone and bored or even the thought of a hotel bed to myself but after an hour I had a semi hard on. I wasn’t brave enough to ‘sort myself out’ there and then but the thought of doing so was spinning my head. I took out my book and air pods in desperate attempts to distract myself, at least until I reached the hotel.

The coach stayed fairly empty for a while, and I even managed to sleep for a bit too. But when we reached Heathrow (the final stop before London Victoria) that changed as the coach filled up. I had already moved my bag as not to seem rude, but I was not overly joyed about sitting next to a stranger. I avoided eye contact as the passengers passed me to find a seat but sure enough, I soon felt someone seat next to me. I looked over and was pleased to see a handsome taller man had chosen the seat. He was at least six foot, tan, groomed beard and a had a sexy dad bod. I would guess mid thirties at the oldest.

I, myself, was twenty three at the time. I was five foot nine with an average body size and no facial hair. I have been told I am cute or handsome by others but that would be perspective, I guess.

I checked the man out whilst he settled himself next to me, but looked away when he noticed me staring. He placed his sports bag on his lap and looked out into the aisle. We didn’t speak and the coach was now working towards the next stop, my stop.

It was still early enough and therefore dark outside the windows, which left little to look at. The guy to me seemed to be bored and was looking around a lot. I noticed he looked me over a fair few times, but I didn’t think much of it. “I like your badge” he suddenly said in a deep northern accent.

I was shocked by the sudden engagement and could only muster, “excuse me?” with a puzzled look on my face. He chuckled and pointed at the pride flag badge I had on the strap of my messenger bag whilst repeating his previous comment.

“Oh, thank you, my friend bought it for me” I smiled back.

“So, you’re gay?”.

“I am” I answered, not really sure where this would go.

“That’s cool” he replied. But he then looked away, finishing the conversation.

About ten minutes passed before anything else happened. The man began to move around in his seat a little, as if uncomfortable. I just remained as I was, but looking over slightly to see what he was doing. He was dressed in sports gear, a navy t shirt, trainers, and thin black shorts. He moved his bag up a little and I noticed an impressive bulge. His shorts had gathered around his manhood as he shuffled around. I couldn’t help but look closer, covering my face with face somewhat to hide my gaze. But as I was looking, I heard a soft chuckle. He was looking at me, looking at him. Mortified I looked away, refusing to look back.

I heard some more shuffling of his bag and then felt a warm hold of my left hand. He had soft but strong hands; I couldn’t look and was very confused. My heart was thumbing, what was he going to do? He pulled my hand across and placed it on his thigh. I felt the warm skin, he must have pulled his shorts up slightly.

I had to look, not only had he exposed his thigh for my touch but had fully exposed his cock. His bag was hiding it from the other passengers, most of whom were asleep anyways. He was very impressive, at least eight inches of pure thick man. My mouth watered as I whispered in shock, “what do you think you’re doing?”.

 He looked at me with a dirty grin, pulled himself closer and whispered in my ear, “take hold, now”. I was so turned on by his forwardness. I felt like I couldn’t say ‘no’, not that I wanted to. My hand stayed on his thigh at first but soon slowly moved upwards. I wrapped my hand around his hard, hot cock. He let out a little moan before continuing, “jerk him off”.

I moved up and down slowly, pulling his foreskin down and exposing his pink bell end. He must have been very turned on too, as he was already wet with precum. I was also very hard, my own cock pressing against my blue jeans just as excited and confused as I was.

I looked down to take in the gravity of the public handjob, but with his left hand he pushed my chin up and breathed “just look at me”. He looked straight at me and I him as I stroked him. He didn’t break eye contact, and I was feeling very flushed. My cheeks must have been bright red with the thrill, forehead heated.

I ran my fingers over his head and down his shaft before grabbing his swollen balls. Even they were well trimmed and tasty looking. As we went on his cock was pulsing, clearly reaching his climax. I once again ran my finger over his forehead, feeling the wetness of his precum.

He closed his eyes but stayed looking at me. Just then the assistant driver walked up the aisle, “folks we are approaching Victoria”. He jumped covered himself before he was seen. When the assistant passed, he looked at me and laughed lightly. Looking at him, I licked the finger now covered in precum.

“God, you’re hot, you are staying London?” he asked as he straightened himself up. “Yeah”.

“How about we finish this tonight?” he wrote his number on the back of my hand.

As the coach pulled up, all I could manage in the moment was “yes, please”.

“Good boy, give me a message”.