This story I'm telling you today is real and took place in 2022. On one of my many ways for picking up guys, I was contacted by a guy from the north who told me he was coming to Lisbon for work and wanted to get sucked off.
He was a tourist bus driver, one of those big, modern buses with blue LED lights inside at night. He was in his early 30s, average height, dark-skinned, bearded, stocky/muscular, with a few tattoos, and he introduced himself as straight with no gay experience. His fantasy was to have a more aggressive facefuck, but he had never met anyone who would do it for him.
The first time he came to Lisbon, we couldn't arrange anything because I already had plans and he was only staying for one night. He was a bit upset and sent me some videos of himself jerking off in his hotel room to try to convince me, but I just couldn't.
After a week or so, he contacted me again and suggested that instead of me going to his hotel room, for the sake of secrecy, since he had a girlfriend, I should suck him off in the company bus that was parked near the hotel in a dark area. The hotel where he was staying was one of those adjacent to Lisbon Airport. I asked if we would be seen from the outside, but he said that at night you couldn't see anything inside the bus because of the tinted windows and that it was parked in front of a wall and not directly in front of the hotel.
I liked the idea, and to tempt me further, he said he would pay for the Ubers and give me a tip. I live 15 minutes by car from the airport, so after 11 p.m., I got in an Uber and went, feeling a little nervous but very eager at the same time. The guy looked very macho and from the audio messages he sent me, he had a delicious Porto accent. I get all wet for guys with northern accents.
When I arrived at the location, I saw the bus, big and black, and I couldn't see anything inside because of the dark windows that only allowed you to see out. I let him know I had arrived and he opened the front door. I climbed the steps, anxious. I had only sucked dick in cars, trucks, and closed delivery vans. This was going to be my first time in a bus like that. I walked down the dimly lit aisle and saw him in the middle. Sexy, with the air of a very macho straight man. He started to unzip his fly and take his dick out. I automatically knelt down. He took a €50 bill out of his pocket and gave it to me. He also had a cushion that I believe was used to make driving more comfortable, and he placed it on the floor so I could kneel more comfortably.
"For the Ubers."
"Thank you."
He was already stiff with excitement. I started by licking his big balls. Impatient, he grabbed my blonde hair and put his cock in my mouth. From then on, I had no control. I remember I was wearing a black hoodie that ended up completely drooled on and stained.
"I'm going to fuck your throat and mouth!" he warned me with his delicious northern Portuguese accent.
The cock wasn't huge, but it commanded respect and was thick. On his tattooed wrist, he wore one of those thick steel bracelets. His gaze was intense and devouring. He saw my mouth as a pussy he wanted to eat with all his might.
"Can you take it rough?"
I made puppy dog eyes and nodded yes.
His cock went in and out of my mouth at breakneck speed, causing drool to fly everywhere and stain my black hoodie. The room was lit by blue LED lights, and that male figure was standing there on the bus he drove every day, fucking my mouth as if I were some whore he had picked up on the street corner.
His muscular, tattooed arms grabbed my head and fucked me nonstop. I choked a lot, it wasn't easy to hold on because he didn't give me many seconds of rest, his hard-on was nonstop, his cock hard as steel hammering my open mouth.
"Lie down on the seats upside down. I want to fuck your throat!"
He ordered me. I got up and he lifted those arms that separate the seats, leaving the two seats as one. I lay down there and let my head hang back. He grabbed my throat and started shoving his cock in, making me choke and drool a lot. I grabbed his thick legs.
"Kneel down again. I want to come in your throat."
I got back on my knees on my little cushion and he attacked my throat again. Every now and then I saw the lights of cars passing by on the road and that made me want to be a whore even more. The people driving those cars never imagined that inside that tourist bus the driver was fucking a faggot's mouth.
The attack on my mouth lasted at least 30 minutes, his stamina was endless. I confess that I was already tired, my jaws sore and the inside of my lips slightly injured from so much friction. In 2022, I didn't have as much experience sucking as I do today, I was still very young. I still choked a lot. I remember I was very close to vomiting. He rubbed thick saliva on my face. My hair was already wet with saliva, and my clothes were a mess. I was like an inflatable doll with an open mouth in that guy's hands.
"Hang in there, faggot, just a little longer."
He kept repeating this and increasing his speed more and more.
"Hang in there just a few more seconds, it won't be long now."
I just choked and tried to breathe through my nose and hold on, but it wasn't easy. The driver was relentless in his facefucking. His face was transformed into a ferocious animal in mating season. My drool-covered face was grabbed by his strong hands, my head pushed hard.
"I'm almost there, don't take it out now, hold it. Hold it." At some point, it seemed almost mechanical, as if I were merely a machine or instrument to make him cum.
I was choking and spitting all over myself and almost fainting from lack of air, but he didn't stop and started roaring and swearing inside the bus. He started to come deep in my throat, forcing me to stay there. I didn't even taste his cum because it went straight down my throat. When he let go of my head and I took his cock out of my mouth, I drooled uncontrollably. My hoodie was soaked. He stood there in front of me with his hard cock still dripping and breathing fast.
He handed me a pack of tissues and walked past me to the driver's seat to open the back door. He made that automatic door-opening noise and I walked down the steps. My face was all red, and the cool night air felt good. I walked a few meters and sat down at a bus stop to call an Uber. I was shaking a little from the effort and adrenaline, and my clothes and face were a mess. I wiped my face as best I could with my sleeves and the inside of my sweatshirt and combed my hair.
On WhatsApp, the driver sent me a message:
"Are you okay? Sorry, I was too aggressive. I hope you're okay."
I replied: "I'm fine, don't worry. I hope you enjoyed it."
"Fuck. You made my biggest fantasy come true. Thank you, when I come back to Lisbon, I'll let you know."
I took the Uber, afraid that the driver would see my condition, and went home with another life experience to add to my resume. After that, I sucked him off two more times on the bus, but then we lost contact, unfortunately.
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