As a so-called "athletic supporter" of the local college swim team, I made it a point to attend all their swim meets that I possibly could, even if they were out of town. One Saturday night last April, I drove two hours to the host school. Unfortunately, our team lost severely, and the drive back seemed disappointing.
As usual, I had enjoyed watching all the hot bodies of the swimmers as they exhibited their flesh and their feats. At home meets, this meant that I could return to my apartment immediately after the games, jack off furiously while thinking of the scenes I had just witnessed, and go to sleep. Now, though, I had a two-hour drive between me and my bed.
My erection strained against my 501s, and unbuttoning the fly did only a small part to relieve the strain. Since it was unusually hot for April, I decided to strip and drive home in the nude. I pulled off the highway at the next exit and drove into the darkest corner of a convenience store parking lot. While in the car, I stripped off my shirt, shoes, and socks. I opened the door and stood beside my car in the lot as I peeled my pants off, and as the flesh of my cock sprang up and slapped against my belly before pointing straight out again. With the warm wind against my flesh and the thought of being seen by customers or passersby, I thought I might cum immediately.
A quick return to the highway revealed that there were not many drivers to see me. From time to time, I would stroke my erection with my left hand, and except for that impending exhilaration, the trip was quite dull. My mind wandered from the sadness of the swim team's loss and on to other things as I remained in the slow lane of the road.
I was brought back to reality by a slow rumbling to my left. Thinking that it may be a trucker coming over for a closer view, I sat up straight and dropped my left hand beside the seat. I glanced over to realize that this was not a truck, but a bus. As the vehicle passed, the word on the side came to me in reverse order. H, S, I, F, N, U, S. My cock swelled as I realized that the driver for my team, the SUNFISH swimming team, was returning to town on the same route that I had chosen!
I sped up to get even with the front of the bus. I looked into the long door at the driver. He stared blankly at the road and apparently had not noticed me. Slowing down again, I looked up into each window as the bus moved by again. It seemed that almost everyone was asleep. They all must have been exhausted and frustrated, having endured the embarrassing loss and the probable chewing-out by the coach. Had the team won, I probably would be seeing the camaraderie of celebration and ass-slapping as I sometimes witnessed in the college pool locker room or outside the team's frat house.
I think the coach was sitting behind the driver. I fantasized that the bus stopped and I told the coach that all the members on the team needed to have a blow job as their "punishment" for losing. I imagined the cock that went with each handsome but dismal face in the windows of the passing bus.
The next to the last seat on my side of the bus was filled with duffel bags full of equipment. Hanging down above them from coat hangers on a rail were members' jackets not needed in this heat. I thought this meant that my views from that side were completed, and that I would maneuver to pass the bus on the left side to check out the members, coach, and driver on that side.
But one more face appeared in the last seat on the right. The young man's head, with its short dark brown hair and thin angular features, rested against the bus window. There was a glow from this window, and I assumed that the guy had been reading and had left a flashlight on. His eyes appeared downcast, but I could not tell if he was awake or asleep; since he did not make a motion, I decided he must be asleep. I reduced my speed to begin passing the bus on the other side.
Just as I pulled behind the bus, a figure appeared at the back door. Lit by the soft light from the seat, the silhouette with broad shoulders, thin hips, and long legs became a person -- the young man from the back seat!
I stayed behind the bus as the guy threw his reading material, apparently a skin magazine, back into the seat. Clad in his gray sweat jacket and pants, he began stretching as if he had just awaken from a long sleep. He ran his fingers through his still-wet hair, pulled his palms against his chest and torso, and scratched his crotch. I still was not sure if the show was being put on just for me or if it was all coincidence. The swimmer turned to his left, facing his seat, and revealed the sideways tent created by his erection against his sweats. He then looked back over his right shoulder and stared directly at me, with a one-sided grin on his cute face. Now I knew.
The stud motioned with his head to the right side of the bus and then returned to his cubbyhole in the corner. I swerved into the right lane again and resumed a position with my window parallel to his. He sat down and seemed to be fumbling with something on the floor. He smiled as he sat back up and showed me his left sneaker. Down he went again and up he came with his right shoe, and one more time for each sock.
My erection was boiling, as he must have seen as he stood up. Slowly, the guy unsnapped his sweat jacket, brought it down over one shoulder and then the other as he revealed his hairless chest, which was thin but well-defined.
His nipples were taut. His strong biceps were revealed as he completely removed the jacket, and they pumped up a little more as he thumbed his tits slowly and softly.
Gradually, he moved his thumbs down until they caught underneath the waistband of his sweat pants. He teasingly pulled his hands around to the sides of his pants and then back to the front several times. Finally, with one slick motion, he bent down, turned to sit down, slipped out of his pants, and held them up the window. He smiled seductively as I burnished my rod with my right hand.
Ever so slowly, the guy, facing the window, stood up again. The nearness of his hairless torso reminded me that this must be Jeff, the guy who modeled for the local sporting goods store advertisements. His face had escaped me, but that shaved lithe body, lit as if by a studio light, brought the ads to remembrance. I had jacked off to them at least twice every time I saw them in the newspaper.
The exhibitionist's teasing continued, for as he arose fully, I saw that he still was not naked but was wearing a black Speedo bikini. The erection that had been shielded behind the sweat pants now showed even more proudly, and with such force against the material that I could even tell this guy was circumcised and had a huge dickhead at the end of what must have been at least eight inches of manmeat.
Without wasting another moment, Jeff pulled his swimsuit waistband down and let it lodge at the base of his cock. This allowed the meat to point straight out and almost to touch the window. He began stroking his dick, and each of his strokes was copied by my hand against my own hard-on.
Jeff turned around to reveal his flawless back. Again, he played around with the waistband of his Speedos until he finally pulled them down. His hard yet pillowy ass cheeks glowed in the light as he did a teasing little dance.
Turning back around, Jeff played with his chest again as he rubbed his dickhead against the bus window, eventually pressing with all his weight against the glass so that I could see every vein in that delicious organ. The only hair on his body was just along the base of his penis. His pubic hair, along with the hair on his impressively adequate balls, now somersaulting in their sac, had been shaved.
With shaky hands, Jeff released the latches and opened the bus window halfway up from the bottom. He stuck his dick out and began stroking with all his might. The first shot of Jeff's cum actually hit my windshield. At that moment I too had an intense orgasm, which shot part of my load against the windshield exactly behind Jeff's spunk. I continued to cum into my hand. Jeff had pulled back in and was releasing the rest of his load onto the top of the bus window. He then rubbed his dickhead, then his hand, and then his tongue, against the smeared glass.
Standing again, Jeff wiped the end of his cock with his Speedo and then held his hand out the window. I reached up to receive the gift of the swimsuit, which I was able to grab as he dropped it. I held it to my face for a while, and then began wiping my own cum with it.
Jeff waved, and I waved back. We both had satisfied smiles on our faces. As I allowed the bus to move on, I saw that Jeff had turned off the light. In the dark, he was putting his sweatsuit back on.
I pulled behind the bus to begin passing it on the left.