Every morning, I got on a bus that would take me to downtown where I worked. There was usually a different driver every day, but I got to know a few by name. I never found any of them very attractive, though.
One morning, however, I boarded the bus, and there was a new driver I had never seen before.
"Hi there, how are you?" he asked.
"I'm quite well, thank you." I responded. In reality, I was shocked. He had a big smile, brown hair that had been combed back, and deep brown eyes. His clothes were neat and clean. He had a little bit of a belly, but he made up for it in height (he was relatively tall). I didn't feel like sitting down today; I decided to stand near the front of the bus where I could talk to him.
"I've never seen you drive this route before!" I said.
He coolly responded, "I actually drive this route pretty often, but it's rare that I drive so early in the morning." He paused. "What's your name?"
"I'm Tom. What's yours?"
"It's nice to meet you, Tom! I'm Robert."
Robert. I was going to remember that! We chatted a little further, and before I knew it, I was near work and had to prepare for getting off of the bus.
Before I departed, I wrote down my address on a small piece of paper I had in my wallet. I also wrote "10:00 PM" in bold lettering at the bottom. As I left, I folded it up and handed it to him, then smiled. I didn't see him open it, but I had a feeling he would get to it!
. . .
At 9:45 PM, I was at home, thinking about Robert. It was only a matter of minutes before he was to be there. I was getting nervous. Would he even show up? What did he think of me? I had trouble keeping calm with all of these questions running through my head.
The doorbell rang. I answered it. There stood Robert, and he looked magnificent. He was wearing a crisp button-up shirt and a pair of new jeans. He looked even more handsome than he did earlier!
I managed to snap out of it for a second. "Hi, Robert, please come in!" I asked.
"Tom, why did you write your address on that piece of paper?" he asked.
I was caught off guard by his tone. "I'm sorry, I thought it was implied that we could... umm... " I couldn't say it.
Robert leaned in close to me and whispered: "It was implied that we could fuck, correct?"
I felt my dick harden up. He was intimidating me, and it was turning me on. Was I being threatened, though? I couldn't tell, but I answered him anyway. "Yes, it was."
He pushed through the doorway and closed the door behind him. I didn't know what to think. He grabbed me by my waist and pulled me close to him. He said "Good boy, Tom," and kissed me. He was an amazing kisser; not only did his lips meet nicely with mine, he tasted good.
He pulled his head back. We made eye contact. Then he put his hands on my shoulders and pushed me to my knees. "Pull my dick out of my jeans and suck on it!" I did as I was told. I pulled it out and put my mouth on it. It was warm and hard, and I swallowed its precum.
"I want more," he said. He put his hand on the back of my head and started fucking my face. I felt his dick slide in and out of my lips, filling my mouth and making it hard for me to breathe. But I loved it.
to be continued...