Bus Station Hijinks

Bus Station Hijinks #2 See part 1 for introduction. Comments welcome at Cgard43@hotmail.com.

Reluctant Repairman

Harley got to know most of the people pretty well who came to the bus station regularly. He cataloged them in his mind, storing up what he had managed to learn about them. If he couldn't find out anything about someone, it automatically made him even more curious.

One guy he knew little about for a long time was Ryan, a Sears repairman who stopped in for coffee or lunch in the coffee shop sometimes. Harley only knew his name because it was embroidered on his uniform shirt pocket.

Ryan hardly ever said a word to anyone, but he didn't go unnoticed. Tall, dark and handsome described him perfectly. He was slim and well-built and always neatly dressed in his uniform.

He always said hello to Harley when he saw him. He was pleasant to the waitress, a big-bosomed gal named Annie, who never missed the chance to come on to a nice-looking guy. Ryan was friendly to her, but he never rose to the bait she cast. He ignored her blatant propositions simply by not acknowledging them.

Harley's curiosity about him went even further, of course. That's why when he saw Ryan head toward the rest room one day just after one the regulars had gone in, he scurried up to his office and through it into his crawl space.

Ryan was standing at the urinal, relieving himself. Harley could see that George, one of the most ardent cocksuckers to frequent the place, was in one of the stalls with the glory hole. George was nearly fifty and not especially nice looking. Harley surmised that this was why he preferred the anonymity of sucking guys through the glory hole.

Just as Ryan was finishing pissing, George made a noise.

"Hrmph," was the noise George made, and Ryan appeared to jump. He turned and looked in the direction of the occupied stall but he hesitated.

"Hrmph," went George again and this time Ryan quickly stuffed his cock back into his shorts.

Harley figured Ryan was going to leave. Instead, he entered the stall. He closed and locked the door. He didn't open his pants and he didn't sit down. He just stood there.

Harley could see that George had moved down on his knees and was staring through the glory hole expectantly. That's the way things stood for almost a full minute.

Finally, George made a move. He rested the index finger of his right hand in the hole and waited. From above, Harley didn't think Ryan had seen the gesture, or at least that he didn't understand it. But Harley was wrong.

With a gesture Harley could only think of as a huge sigh, Ryan finally unzipped the fly of his uniform pants. He carefully pulled out his cock and balls. His cock was still soft but it was pretty large, and Harley saw George lick his lips and heard him moan softly.

Slowly Ryan moved forward, until the head of his dick was just at the opening. It was almost fully hard now and reached to about seven inches.

"Come on, man, put it through," George said anxiously.

Ryan started to move forward again then stopped.

"Come on," George repeated, "let me suck that beautiful cock."

Harley guessed that those words had the desired effect because Ryan now took the last step forward that pushed his cock through the glory hole. George didn't waste a moment. He sucked most of Ryan's cock into his mouth in a single gulp.

Ryan gasped, and Harley smiled knowingly.

"Probably his first blow job," Harley thought. Then came a low but intense moan as Ryan felt George taking his cock all the way into his throat.

"Oh wow," Ryan said very quietly, "that feels great."

"Uh-huh," mumbled George, now deep-throating Ryan's very stiff cock with almost every stroke.

It didn't take long, maybe fifteen or twenty strokes, before Ryan spoke again.

"Oh yes...suck it...I'm gonna come," he whispered loudly. "Oh yeah!"

George slowed his sucking as he siphoned Ryan's hot load into his mouth, continuing to suck until Ryan's cock started to soften again.

"Beautiful," George murmured, letting Ryan's cock finally slip from his mouth, "hey man, I'll suck that beauty anytime you want. You come here often?"

"Not really," Ryan said, hastily replacing his cock and balls in his pants, "I gotta go."

Stopping only to glance in the mirror, Ryan was out the door in a flash.

"I think I got a virgin," George said aloud, talking to himself, "and a damn nice one too. Sure hope I see him again."

Harley chuckled too, something he would recall well later.

Ryan didn't come into the station for a couple of weeks and Harley figured his experience in the rest room had frightened him away. He was surprised then when he saw Ryan enter the coffee shop one afternoon, acting just as he always had.

He chatted briefly with Sumi, who smiled inscrutably at him, and joked with the waitress, smiling to himself as she left the table. He drank his coffee slowly while he smoked a cigarette.

Harley was heading up to his office as Ryan walked from the coffee shop and when he turned and started toward the rest room, Harley wasted no time getting into his favorite watching position.

The rest room was deserted when Ryan entered, but he entered the same stall where he'd gotten sucked several weeks before. He dropped his pants and began stroking his cock as he read the graffiti for several minutes. Harley watched as Ryan's cock grew to its full seven inch length.

Harley was not particularly interested in watching Ryan beat off. He was even thinking about leaving when the door opened and Tom, a guy Harley had seen there a few times before, walked in. Tom was a good-looking, very masculine guy. He was tall and thin, but had a well-built frame, curly dark hair, bright blue eyes, and a big cock.

Harley chuckled to himself. He'd seen Tom get his cock sucked several times, and figured that was all he liked. He doubted Tom was going to care for the one-sided action Ryan had known before. Harley stayed where he was though, waiting curiously.

Tom was into the stall in a flash and quickly dropped his pants and sat down. What followed was a fascinating pantomime of which Harley had a great view. Both guys openly played with their cocks in clear view of the other. They tried to see what the other guy looked like and how he was hung without being seen.

Ryan's seven-inch cock stood at full attention, and Harley could hardly take his eyes away from the eight and a half-inch stiff cock which pointed up from Tom's hairy crotch like a flag pole.

It wasn't Tom's nature to take the initiative, and Harley doubted that Ryan would do so either. It amused him to watch the two of them pretend innocence, even as they were checking each other out through the gaping hole.

Many minutes went by. Harley figured it was a stalemate and was getting frustrated. Just as he was thinking about leaving, Ryan surprised him. As Harley watched, he imitated what George had done in this situation several weeks before. He rested his index finger on the bottom of the glory hole.

Tom jumped to his feet. Without hesitation, he guided his huge cock through the glory hole. Ryan gasped at its size which was a reaction Tom was used to. After just a few seconds, Ryan tentatively took the massive organ in his hand and began to stroke it slowly. His hand barely stretched around it.

"Suck it awhile, then I'll suck yours," Tom said in a hoarse whisper. Harley was surprised at that. Ryan hesitated, still holding the huge cock. Finally, Harley saw him swallow hard.

Then, as Harley watched, Ryan kneeled and took the long, thick cock between his lips. He tried to suck as George had, but in his inexperience, he instead gagged and choked violently as he tried to take the long shaft deep into his mouth.

"Ughhh, awwck," was a close description of the sound Ryan made. Tom moved back in reaction as Ryan quickly moved away from Tom's cock.

"Sorry," Ryan said in a hushed whisper.

"It's okay," Tom said, "don't try to take it all so fast like that."

Ryan swallowed hard several times then hesitantly moved forward again and started sucking just the head and the first inch of so of Tom's long, thick cock.

"There," Tom said encouragingly, "that's better, isn't it? Just take it slow."

Ryan didn't answer, but Harley could see that he was making a sincere effort to suck Tom's cock as well as he could. He kept at it for several minutes, and Tom kept telling him that it felt very good.

"Let me suck yours now," Tom said suddenly, moving away from the wall and crouching down. Ryan stood quickly but flinched when Tom reached right through the hole and grabbed his stiff cock.

"Oh yeah," Tom said quietly, "that's nice." He guided Ryan's cock through the glory hole and quickly gulped it deep into his mouth. Harley was surprised at how well-versed Tom was at sucking cock. In no time, he was doing a hell of a job taking Ryan's stiff rod.

"God, that feels good," Ryan whispered, "how do you take so much of it like that?"

"Practice," Tom stopped sucking long enough to say simply, then gulped a mouthful of Ryan's cock again. Tom was clearly enjoying servicing the very stiff cock but was surprised when Ryan came very quickly. Flattening himself against the stall partition, Ryan made a noise somewhere between a sigh and a moan.

"Oh yeah," Ryan said more loudly than Harley'd ever heard him talk before.

Tom groaned loudly as Ryan's cock gushed volley after volley of hot cum deep into his mouth. He swallowed repeatedly as Ryan's copious juices filled his mouth, but he kept on sucking until Ryan's cock was spent and had begun to soften.

"Oh God," Ryan said finally in a sigh-like whisper.

"Wow," Tom asked quietly, "you always come that fast?"

"Not always," Ryan answered just as quietly, "I couldn't help it."

"It's okay," Tom said grinning to himself. "You've sure got a nice cock."

"Thanks," Ryan said, pulling his pants up quickly, "I gotta go now."

"Try to come back next week at this time," Tom whispered.

"Maybe I will. Sorry I couldn't do yours better," Ryan said.

"There's always next time," Tom answered, but in a flash Ryan was out of the stall and gone. Crossing the bus station, he almost ran into George who faintly recognized him but couldn't place him.

Meanwhile, Tom sat back down on the toilet, shaking his head.

"A good looking guy and he sure had a nice cock," Tom said to himself. "What a shame he couldn't make it last longer and...."

His thought was interrupted as George walked into the rest room and quickly entered the stall next to Tom. A glance was all he needed, and when he saw it was Tom, he knelt in front of the glory hole.

"Come on, stud," George whispered eagerly, "give me that baseball bat of yours."

Tom recognized him too, not by name but as a guy who had serviced his cock there several times before. Neither guy needed a road map at that point. Tom pushed his cock through the glory hole quickly, and George, very much the expert in dealing with big cocks, soon had all eight and a half inches plunging down his throat.

Tom couldn't get the handsome young repairman out of his mind, even as George expertly sucked his cock. Tom could still taste Ryan's hot, sweet load in his mouth, and his mind raced as he recalled the brief encounter. He remembered how the shy young man had choked trying to suck his cock, and in turn how much he'd enjoyed taking the very steamy offerings of Ryan's nice cock.

"Take it, cocksucker," he whispered fiercely, giving an extra push to his cock as George swallowed it easily. "God damn, you've got a great mouth."

George took the compliment in silence, and kept his attention focused on the long, thick cock in his mouth. Happiest when he was sucking a big cock, Tom's huge endowment was a tremendous pleasure to him. He dove down on the pulsating cock, taking it as far down his throat as it would go, then worked up the shaft until just the head was in his mouth. Up and down he moved, using the muscles of his mouth to tease and stimulate Tom's massive organ.

Tom luxuriated in the intense feeling against his cock and felt his orgasm building in his balls. He pushed forward again just as George dove downward and Tom's cock throbbed.

Again he thought about the handsome, young repairman. That did it. Tom closed his eyes, feeling the start of an intense orgasm, and let the feelings wash over him.

"Here it comes, buddy," Tom whispered fiercely, "suck it while I shoot my nuts, man."

George matched his fervor to the task, swallowing the throbbing lance to the hilt just as Tom's cock blasted out the first shot of boiling cum.

"Mmm," groaned George as he felt and tasted Tom's load shoot wildly in his mouth. He sucked more slowly now, nursing every drop from Tom's cock. He kept sucking until the delicious flow slowed, again taking Tom's huge cock to the hair repeatedly.

"Oh God, that's good," Tom murmured over and over again. The feelings gradually subsided and he sighed deeply. Completely honest with himself, Tom realized that his thoughts, even as his own climax spent itself, were of the young man who had been there so briefly.

"Thanks, buddy," Tom whispered as he withdrew his cock from the glory hole and dressed again, "you were great."

"Good," George countered, licking his lips as he sat down on the toilet again, "I'll never get tired of sucking your beautiful cock."

Tom redressed and left the stall, washed his hands and departed. Harley groped his stiff cock through his pants and quietly left his hiding place.

Harley smiled to himself when Ryan showed up again a week later. He watched him drink a cup of coffee at the counter then head for the rest room. Harley had seen Tom enter the bus station several minutes earlier and now he started toward his office to check out the action. As he reached the steps, however, he noticed that Tom was sitting near the rest room reading a newspaper. He looked up and spoke as Ryan approached.

Harley hurried into the stockroom which was next door to the rest room. From these he could hear most of what was being said by the two guys.

"You remember me?" Tom asked as Ryan approached.

"Uh...yeah, sure," Ryan answered, clearly very embarrassed.

"Sit down," Tom said, waving to the chair next to him, "let's talk a minute."

Ryan sat and Harley missed the first part of what they said to each other because of the commotion of a group of kids walking into the bus station. Then they left and just as suddenly there was quiet again. He strained his ears to listen.

"It's a lot better in private, you know," Tom was saying and Ryan nodded without much conviction.

"If you want, we could go over to my place." Tom was saying, "it's a lot quieter and more private."

"I don't know," Ryan said hesitantly.

"Look, I know you choked," Tom was saying, "and I'm sorry about that."

"It's not that," Ryan answered, "it's just that I'm kind of afraid. This is all very new to me."

"That's what I figured," Tom said quietly, "but you really turn me on. I'd like to get to know you better."

Ryan nodded slightly and Tom went on, his eyes never wavering from Ryan's.

"I'm sure you'd be more comfortable if we didn't have to worry about getting caught." Ryan grew very quiet and still.

"Tell you what," Tom went on, "you don't even have to do anything if you don't want to. I'd just rather be someplace where we won't be bothered and can do it right."

"It's not that," Ryan said softly, "I wanted to suck yours, but I'm not very good at it." Tom smiled broadly, his eyes lighting up.

"That's up to you," he said softly, "but anyway it will be better there than here." Ryan said silently for a minute or so.

"Well," Ryan finally said quietly, "I guess it would be all right."

"Good. Let's go," Tom said and the two of them quietly but quickly left the bus station.

Harley was pissed, and he slammed the storeroom door as he watched them walk toward the exit. Not only did he miss seeing any action between them, but even more, he had the distinct feeling that it was possible neither of them would return to check out the action in the rest room.

In this, Harley was essentially right. He did see Tom and Ryan several months later at the local shopping mall. They showed all the signs of being a very happy couple. Harley figured they were probably sucking each other off regularly, but that's all he figured.

What he didn't know was that Tom and Ryan had progressed a lot further than that. They had learned about sharing a physical and emotional relationship that Harley didn't understand and couldn't appreciate. All Harley knew was that he missed watching two of his favorite people.

Color Blind

Harley's experience with black or Hispanic people was very limited. There were some black families in town but none that Harley knew well. He shared the naive belief that black men are warriors, fighting fiercely for their women, and that all have huge cocks and are real studs. He never figured they would be into gay sex. A young college student and a traveling salesman broadened his knowledge of that possibility considerably one day.

The college student had come into the station to pick up a bus schedule, no doubt in preparation for traveling home as the semester was coming to a close. He collected the schedule at the counter then sat down in the waiting room to read it. Harley noticed him as he walked from his office to the coffee shop. He was probably about twenty, medium height and rather slight of build. He was dressed in the standard uniform of college students, jeans and a sweater. Harley glanced at him then walked on, but then was surprised to see a second black man sitting at the coffee shop counter. In appearance, this guy couldn't have been more different.

The man in the coffee shop was a big, handsome, tall man with a strong, muscular build. Harley estimated he was in his early thirties. He was dressed in a well-made suit and a conservative silk tie, and was going through a file folder of papers as he had a cup of coffee and a sandwich. Harley correctly pegged him as a salesman.

Harley stood near him at the counter as he waited for the waitress to bring him his coffee. As discreetly as he could, he looked the visitor over, and his eyes almost popped out when he caught sight of the huge bulge straining at the guy's crotch. When he looked up suddenly, Harley averted his eyes nervously, collected his coffee from the waitress, and hurriedly left.

As he walked back across the waiting room, he saw the young black student walking toward the rest room. It was just too tempting for Harley and he hurried back to his office, left the coffee on the desk, and moved into the hiding place above the men's room.

Moving noiselessly into position, Harley saw that there was already a young, fair-haired fellow standing at the urinals, probably another college student. Harley had seen him once or twice before. He'd always just come for a quick blow job and, once he was satisfied, always left quickly. He'd never done anything to another guy himself, so Harley figured he was just interested in getting his own relief.

This day, as the young black fellow walked in, the guy at the urinals looked up with considerable interest. Harley could see that he wasn't actually pissing, but the guy didn't do anything overt as the black guy walked up and stood at the urinal at the other end of the row. From his angle, Harley couldn't get much of a look at how the black guy was hung which frustrated him. He was patient and waited.

"Nice weather today," the white guy said with a smile.

"Sure is," the black fellow answered with no trace of an accent, "I really think this is my favorite time of the year, especially when it's nice and warm like today."

By the time this dull kind of a conversation had gone on for another half a minute or so, it was obvious that neither guy was there just for expected purposes. The black guy moved back slightly. He held his cock in his hand and started to stroke it gently. As he did, Harley finally got a look at what he had.

It was very long though not overly thick. Harley shook his head in disbelief that such a slender, slight guy could have such a long cock. In fact, the guy's general size made his cock appear even longer than it was.

The other guy looked too, and Harley was sure that he flinched. Then he moved back also and started stroking his own cock openly. It was a well-formed example, and Harley guessed that when hard it reached about seven and a half inches.

"Looks like we've both got the same problem," the black guy said quietly.

"Uh-huh," agreed the white guy.

Just then the door opened and the fellow from the coffee shop walked in. The two guys quickly moved closer to the urinal as the tall black man moved up toward the urinal in the center.

He'd only been standing there ten seconds or so when the door opened again and a regular named Tony walked in. He was a short, dark Italianate type, well hung and, from what Harley had seen over a number of months, keen for any type of action that was going

"Well, well," Harley thought to himself as he reached to grope his own crotch, "things may start to happen now."

"Busy place," the newcomer said to no one in particular as he stepped between the tall black man and the other white guy. The others murmured agreement.

There was a certain amount of posturing and secretive glances until Tony figured he'd read the situation clearly and took action.

"I don't know about you guys," he said quietly, "but I'm in the mood for some fun if any of you guys are." He didn't move. He just waited for a reaction.

The slender black guy took a step back and Tony looked openly in his direction.

"Wow," Tony said, "that's some weapon you're toting, buddy."

The other guys all looked openly now too and the fair-haired guy who'd been there first took a step back also.

Tony didn't hesitate. His own cock jutting from his open fly, he walked around the tall guy and squatted down next to where the young black fellow stood.

"Turn around here," Tony said, "that looks like lunch to me." The black guy turned toward him and Tony gulped half of his long, thick cock into his mouth.

"Right on," moaned the slender black guy as his cock was engulfed by Tony's hot, experienced mouth, "suck it, buddy!"

"Sounds like a good idea to me too," the other black guy said and, turning the other way, he bent over and sucked most of the fair-haired guy's cock into his mouth.

"Oh wow," the young fellow whispered as his cock stiffened to its full length, "take it."

Harley was surprised at the scene. There was a black guy sucking a white guy, and a white guy sucking a black guy. That was integration, he thought with a slight chuckle. He watched in fascination as the action went on then suddenly realized that the two guys getting serviced had each inched their way toward the other. Once they were almost side by side, their hands, their bodies, and then their lips touched.

"Mmm," moaned the fair-haired guy as their tongues met in an open-mouthed kiss, fanning the sensations each was feeling.

Harley had never seen anything quite like this. He'd seen lots of guys get their cocks sucked. He'd seen three- and four-way action. He'd never seen what was obviously basic love-making of real intensity. In a way, it really shook him, and he couldn't keep his eyes off the kissing pair.

Suddenly, Tony moved away from the young guy's cock, sitting back on his heels.

"Hey guys," he said, tapping the cocksucking black on the shoulder, "this is kind of stupid. Let's go in that big stall at the end. It's a lot safer than here."

The other guys all looked first at him and then in the direction of the stall to which he pointed. Without a word, the four of them moved toward it, walking to just below where Harley was positioned.

As they walked toward him, Harley got a good look at how each of them was hung. The black kid's cock was indeed long, probably over nine inches in length, though not overly thick. Tony's cock was an inch or so shorter than the guy he'd been sucking.

The fair-haired guy's cock was a good seven and a half inches. The biggest guy, the tall black fellow, had a cock of similar length but much the thickest cock in the group. Now pretty hard, it's mammoth thickness more than made up for the greater length a couple of the other guys had.

Harley had expected that the guys to renew the same activities once they were all in the stall, but he was wrong. The two younger fellows moved off together, still kissing intently and ignoring the other guys.

Tony and the tall black guy moved closer to one another.

"Looks like we got dumped," Tony said with a smile.

"No complaint on my part," the black guy answered, "I'd have picked you from the start but you got busy."

"I just wasn't sure about you," countered Tony, "but I like this development just fine." He focused his attention on the huge cock sticking out of the black guy's pants.

"You've sure got some thick cock here," Tony said, trying to get his hand around the shaft of the tall black guy's very thick cock. His fingers didn't meet when he tried to surround it.

The black guy reached down and playfully grabbed Tony's ass, as Tony moaned quietly. Suddenly their eyes met again.

"Bet you could ruin a guy's asshole with a fat rod like this," Tony went on.

"Never ruined one yet," joked the black guy, "I don't believe in wasting a good thing." Tony chuckled, still holding the thick cock in his hand, as the other guy kept fondling his ass for a minute or so.

"I'm willing if that's what you've got in mind," Tony said quietly, "though I've never tried to take one as thick as that." The tall fellow smiled.

"Let's see what happens," said the black guy quietly. "First I want a taste of what you've got." He pulled Tony over toward the toilet as he sat down. Nimble fingers quickly undid Tony's belt and pants, then pushed them and his shorts down to his knees. Tony's cock and balls were just inches from his lips.

"Oh yes," the tall guy whispered quietly, "very nice indeed." That said, he took most of Tony's sizable cock down his throat in a single gulp. His mouth made quiet slurping sounds as he sucked Tony's cock expertly, and Tony moaned quietly in response.

Meanwhile, the younger guys were kissing intensely and groping and fondling each other. The fair-haired guy held the black guy's long cock with both hands, stroking it sensuously while the black guy was slowly and deliberately jerking his.

"Lie down," said the black guy suddenly as he did just that and the fair-haired guy moved quickly to join him. They quickly moved back into a lip-lock and soon the black guy had the other on top of him.

Meanwhile, Tony was getting hotter and hotter, and the guy sucking his cock knew it. Tony finally pulled away.

"Drop your pants," Tony said, "I gotta see this monster up close."

As the guy stood to do so, Tony knelt in front of him. Starting at the large, mushroom-shaped head of the tall guy's cock, Tony licked and kissed every square centimeter of his very thick rod before taking as much of it as he could into his mouth.

Watching from above, Harley didn't know how he was able to take so much, and he almost gasped aloud when Tony succeeded in getting the whole thing into his mouth. The black guy moaned loudly, but didn't speak.

After Tony had been sucking the thick organ for several minutes, the black guy touched his head gently and spoke.

"You want that cock in you, buddy?" he asked quietly and Tony quickly nodded.

"You know I do," Tony whispered in response, "as long as you take it easy."

"Then stand up and let me get your sweet little hole ready."

Tony looked slightly surprised but quickly rose and turned his back as the guy sat back down on the toilet seat again. Harley couldn't get a good view, but every now and then he saw the tall guy's long tongue in action and knew that Tony was getting his ass rimmed hotly. Harley shook his head. He couldn't even guess what that would feel like and his own rigidity put the idea of him ever doing it out of his head. Meanwhile, Tony squirmed excitedly against the invading tongue and moaned quietly in pleasure.

On the floor, the two younger guys had progressed to a hot '69', and Harley really got horny watching the two young guys deep-throating each other's cocks.

After several minutes, the tall black guy turned Tony to face him again.

"Come here, sexy," he whispered sexily, "I've got something better than my tongue for that sexy ass of yours."

Tony moved over him then slowly and very carefully impaled himself on the extremely fat seven and a half-inch cock rising from the black guy's curly haired crotch.

"Just take it easy," the black guy said. He held himself steady and never tried to rush things. His eyes focused on Tony's as his cock was drawn into Tony's steamy tunnel.

"God, that fucker's big," Tony groaned as his ass hole stretched to accommodate the immensely thick cock.

"Take it slow, baby," the big guy cautioned, "no reason to rush a good thing."

"I want it all in me, but oh God, it's so big" Tony murmured.

It took quite a while, but Tony was determined and the black guy was patient. Harley watched in stunned excitement as he saw the last several inches of the guy's huge cock go into Tony's body, and he felt his own temperature rising just at the impossible thought of such a huge cock being pushed up his own ass.

"Oh yeah," Tony moaned minutes later when he felt the guy's wiry pubic hair of against his ass, "I've got you now."

"You sure do, baby," answered the black guy, "now just relax and get comfortable with it."

"Kiss me, handsome," Tony whispered, "it feels so damn good having you in there." Their lips met as they wrapped arms around each other and kissed with genuine feeling. Only after they'd kissed for many minutes did the action continue.

Then, as Harley watched, Tony began slowly and rather tentatively to move up and down on the massive cock. As he impaled himself deeply with each move, Tony moaned quietly and the tall black guy sighed in pleasure.

"Oh yeah," murmured the black guy, "you're making that cock feel real good. What a hot, tight ass!"

"Good," Tony answered, now starting to move up and down on the massive tool more quickly, "it feels fuckin' great to me."

Now the black guy started to move too, thrusting his hips upward each time Tony slid down on his cock. They matched their actions to one another and soon both were moaning as they fucked hard and fast together.

"Oh God," Tony moaned, "that's like nothing ever."

"Oh yeah, babe," the black guy murmured in return.

As they got lost in the throes of their passion, Harley's attention was distracted by the other pair. Both guys were moaning now and sucking like crazy. Each was getting a mouthful of dick as he pumped his own meat into the other guy's mouth. Harley sensed that they were both getting close.

The black guy was taking the full length of the fair-haired guy's cock now, and as Harley watched, the fair-haired guy started to use his hands more. With one he was squeezing and pulling on the black guy's balls, while the other hand stroked the shaft of the long cock he couldn't take completely into his mouth.

As Harley watched, the fair-haired guy started beating the other's cock more steadily, releasing it from his mouth for a moment to call out.

"Oh God, man...I'm gonna come...I can't hold back," he cried, "take it...please, take it, man!" He gulped the other guy's big cock back into his mouth and sucked and stroked his massive cock while the black guy continued to deep-throat his cock with every stroke. Suddenly, as Harley watched, the black guy groaned very loudly and then slowed his sucking as he felt the other's cock erupt deep in his mouth, flooding his mouth and throat with a copious load.

"Mmm," he moaned, never stopping sucking or swallowing until he'd captured every drop. This was followed very quickly by a similar choking gasp from the fair- haired guy as the black guy's big cock shot off wildly, pumping a man-sized wad down his hot, willing throat.

"Oh God yes," cried the black guy, trying to force as much of his cock as he could into the hot, sucking mouth, "take it all, cocksucker. Suck me dry."

The fair-haired guy did just that, nursing the last drops from the huge cock before licking them from the head.

Harley glanced quickly back toward the other side of the stall, where Tony was joyfully bouncing up and down on the thick black cock up his ass.

"Oh yeah...fuck me like that," Tony cried, "it feels so damned good...oh yeah...fuck that ass, man...never been fucked so hot before. It's fantastic."

The black guy held him tightly as he pistoned his amazingly thick cock in and out of Tony's now well-opened hole with tremendous speed.

"Of yeah," Tony cried, "fuck me deeper...give me your whole damn cock...harder, buddy...I can't get enough of that."

"You like that, huh?" asked the black guy, continuing to fuck hard and fast. "You want this big cock shooting up your ass. That what you want?"

"Oh God yes...keep fuckin' me...I wanna feel it when you empty your balls up my ass, man." Tony cried in answer.

The black guy lifted both he and Tony slightly off the seat which allowed him to take longer and deeper strokes, plunging his cock in and out of Tony's ass with incredible speed. Harley watched and saw that Tony's eyes had now glazed over. As the black guy pistoned his cock into him, a look of perfect bliss crossed Tony's face.

They were both moving now, making each stroke wildly satisfying to both, and Harley could tell that the black guy was getting close.

"Great fuckin' ass," he said loudly. "Oh God yes, that ass is so fuckin' hot."

"Fuck me, man," Tony cried, "Give it all to me like that again."

"Oh yeah," the black guy's voice trembled now. "Take it...I'm gonna pump your ass full of cum...your ass is mine now, buddy." He pistoned another dozen strokes then drove his cock into Tony's ass to the hilt and held it there hard.

Harley was getting hot himself now, watching the hot fucking action, and he beat his thick, stubby cock hard and fast.

"Oh yeah," the black guy cried, and Tony felt the first blast of hot cum deep in his bowels.

"Oh God," Tony cried, "That's so fuckin' hot...I can feel you shootin' in me, man."

He was fully impaled on that huge cock now, and he almost shouted as his own cock erupted moments later. His first volley of long, stringy cum shot almost half a foot in the air.

Tony groaned and cried as the black guy's cock throbbed and spasmed deep inside him. The black guy nursed Tony's cock with his hand then lifted his hand to his mouth and licked up the white globs of cum which clung to it.

"Mmm," he moaned, "that's good stuff. Sorry I didn't get all of it."

Harley came then too, his hot and sticky cum flowing down over his fingers and into his pubic hair. Harley's eyes were closed as he saw again in his mind all that had happened. Minutes passed before he opened his eyes to look again.

Then Tony and the black guy were kissing intensely now, arms wrapped around each other, and Harley was surprised. He glanced back at the other pair to find that they had reversed positions and were once again locked in an embrace.

Harley sighed, wondering briefly what it was like to kiss a guy after he'd taken your load, then shrugged his shoulders stiffly. Hell, he didn't know anything about it. He'd never sucked a cock. He'd never tasted cum. He'd never even had a blow job. With a jolt, he realized that minutes earlier he'd thought about getting a cock up his ass for the first time and now he was thinking about sucking cock and getting his sucked.

He forced those thoughts to the back of his mind quickly and decisively. He brought himself back to the present as the four guys redressed, Tony having relieved himself on the toilet while the black guy carefully washed any residue from his softening cock at the sink.

"We're gonna go," the fair-haired guy said to them, "we're going over to my place." Tony and the tall guy smiled at them.

"We're making social progress happen, guys," he said with a rather satisfied smirk, "this scene would have surprised a lot of people, I guess."

"Yeah," Tony agreed.

The two young guys looked at each other than back.

"Oh, come on," the young white guy said, "that bullshit's old fashioned." The young black stud nodded.

"Right, man," he said finally, "we don't care about that."

As Harley watched, the two younger guys shrugged. They walked toward the door of the rest room holding hands, and Harley couldn't help noticing the way they looked at each other, even if the feelings were foreign to him. Something told him they'd be seeing quite a bit of each other.

"Maybe they're right," said the older black guy quietly as they untangled themselves and began to redress, "but I still remember pretty well when white and black guys wouldn't ever have sex together."

"Sorry if it bothers you," Tony answered quietly, "I guess I don't think that way either." The black guy just looked at him wordlessly, but both seemed deep in thought for several minutes as they finished redressing.

"Wow, man," Tony said quietly reaching to touch the other guy on the arm as he attempted to change the subject, "that was fantastic, buddy."

"You're right," the black guy answered, "I haven't met anybody as good as you in a long time." Tony smiled at the compliment.

"You live around here?" Tony asked, "I've never seen you before."

"No, just here on a business trip," answered the big black guy. He introduced himself as Bill and said he lived in a town about twenty miles away.

"Hope you get here again," Tony went on as they shook hands. "That was one great fuck, and I'd sure like to try that again."

"Sounds like a great idea," Bill agreed, smiling. "Again and again." Tony laughed.

"Next time, though," he said with a wink, "we'll go over to my place. More time and in bed."

"Did you say more time or more times?" Bill asked with a chuckle.

"I meant both," Tony countered with a grin, "I'll rest up."

"A great idea," said Bill, "walk out to the car with me and give me your phone number." He clapped Tony on the shoulder and they walked a few steps before Bill stopped again, turning Tony to face him.

"Did you mean what you said about not being hung up about race?" he asked.

"Sure," Tony countered. "Hell, man, we're men even before we're black or white, right?"

Bill leaned down and kissed him hard on the mouth, his long strong arms wrapping around Tony. The kiss was intense and passionate and both gasped when they finally parted.

"I hope you mean that, tiger," Bill said quietly. "If you do, I think we could get pretty serious."

"Uh-huh," Tony said, and as he smiled and nodded in agreement, they walked from the rest room.

They were still talking outside the coffee shop when Harley walked back to return his cup and saucer. As he placed them in the dish bin, Sumi whispered to him under his breath.

"What a big guy that black man is," he said.

"How true," Harley answered in a whisper of his own, "how true." Sumi looked perplexed but not surprised.

Honest Sam

Certain people he'd watched stayed in Harley's memory more than others. One was the guy who wrote Harley's own favorite graffiti on the rest room wall. He'd just finished sucking off Al, one of the regular bus drivers. Al was a randy dude, tall and thin if no longer really young or handsome. He liked to unload his nuts into a willing mouth whenever he passed through, and Harley had seen him feed a number of guys. This day, the other guy was a stranger to Harley.

They had obviously made contact on Al's bus, which would have been easy since there were only a couple of other passengers. As they entered the station, Al nodded in the direction of the rest room and then followed the guy by ten or fifteen feet. The guy was standing at the urinal when Al walked in.

"You sure it's safe in here?" asked the traveler.

"It is in these stalls here," Al answered and gestured toward the stalls with the glory hole. Once each was inside one stall, Al spoke again.

"Now," he said quietly, "if you're as hungry for hot cock as you say, this baby ought to be just what you want."

"I'm hungry for a good cock, that's a fact," the guy said, "and you been bragging about what you've got hangin' the whole damn trip."

"Don't matter much," Al said, "nobody else on the bus could hear me but you and you'd been staring at my crotch ever since you got on."

He'd hauled his seven and a half-inch dick and his balls out of his fly and aimed it at the glory hole. The uncut cock had a large head which Al exposed by pulling back the overhanging flesh.

"How's this for a mouthful?" he asked.

"Looks great," answered the traveler, crouching in front of the glory hole. He licked all around the head, then started sucking up and down the shaft, holding Al's balls tightly in his hand.

"Nothin' like a good, hot and sweaty cock," whispered the traveler, sucking the driver's cock deep into his mouth.

"Well, suck it good and you'll get more than sweat out of it," Al answered. He thrust his hips forward trying to push every bit of his cock into the guy's hot, wet mouth.

"Come on, man, give me some good head."

The traveler proceeded to do just that, and in a matter of minutes he had Al almost in a frenzy.

"Oh yeah," he cooed, "you really know how to suck that cock. That's damn good, man."

"Uh-huh," mumbled the traveler. He pulled on the driver's balls repeatedly, using them to pull every bit of Al's rock hard cock into his mouth.

"You've got it all, buddy," Al said quite loudly in his excitement, "suck that cock...pull on those balls...that's really getting me hot, man."

The traveler really had Al excited now, deep-throating his dick with almost every stroke, until Al shouted again.

"Eat it...I'm getting close, man...oh yeah, that's great...my balls are boilin', man!" cried the driver. He slammed his body against the partition, shoving his cock forward as he started pumping a big load of cum down the guy's throat.

"Uh-huh," the traveler moaned as he slowed his action but kept sucking as the pulsating cock spewed his mouth full of Al's hot load. Only when he'd nursed the last drops from the driver's cock did the guy let go of Al's balls.

"Oh yeah, that's what I needed," he said, leaning back against the stall, "I've been thinking about sucking your dick for two hours, man, and it was just as good as I thought."

"You liked that, huh?" Al queried, trying to steady himself in the after glow of his excitement. "You liked sucking my cock, man?"

"You bet I did," the traveler replied, now standing, "I love suckin' cock, especially on a sexy stud like you."

Al preened over the remark as he walked from the stall. While he was washing his hands and combing his hair, the traveler quickly wrote something on the wall.

"You're goin' on a ways, aren't you?" Al asked.

"Yeah, until tonight," the guy answered, as Harley recognized the name of a town about three hours away.

"Well, I'll probably have another hard-on by the time we get there. They've got a pretty safe john there too if you're hungry again."

"Count on it, buddy," the guy answered, "I'll drain those nuts of yours whenever you say."

Harley couldn't make out what the guy had written, so as soon as they both left he walked quickly down to the rest room and checked it out.

Written neatly high up on the wall was the traveler's contribution to Harley's graffiti collection:

I'm kinda fat, kinda bald and over 40, But I love to suck. Drained a great stud's balls here today. Sam

Harley laughed and laughed, admiring the guy's honesty. He even showed it to Sumi who chuckled quietly. Harley told him he was going to have the walls repainted to get rid of the graffiti, but he never did.

He did wonder about Al and Sam, specifically how many times they did it together before they reached their final destination that night.