This is a story of my trip from a major city to a west coast city when I was sent out to live with my grandmother. My parents were getting divorced, money was scarce and my mother decided I should go live with Grandma. I was sent on the bus.
I sat in the back, and this guy came over late at night, and sat beside me. He put his hand in my lap and started to grab at me, when I started to complain he held me down with his arm around my neck, and kissed me and grabbed my now hard dick in my pants until I wet my pants.
He had been kissing me and when he unzipped his pants and had me hold his hard dick, he pushed my head down to suck him. He got me to undo my pants and push them down and get on his lap and sit down on his dick until he was inside me, that’s when he got into a rhythm and finished in me.
He sat beside me the rest of the way until we got to the west coast city. When we stopped he had me stay with him, when he had to pee I had to pee, he went into the stall with me when I had to take a shit. He kissed me the entire time we were on the bus, kissed me and felt me up and had me hold his dick for him. When it got dark the second night out, he had me sit on him again, only this time I knew what I was doing.
By the time we got to the west coast city I was all queer, gay, and never looked back.
