Route 2 is an all-night route for the bus in City A. It is said that people who take this bus at night sometimes enjoy some particularly interesting experiences.
The man was waiting for the bus on the platform. He was looking forward to this time every Thursday, so he deliberately chose to work overtime on this day.
His fingers excitedly grabbed a corner of his handbag, and pretended to be casually blocking his crotch.
If you can look carefully at the shadow of your briefcase sticking to your pants, you will find that it has already stood up hard.
Actually, it doesn’t matter if you don’t need to cover it, it’s already very late now.
Under the dim street lights beside the platform, when shining by the tired dark yellow light, everyone was just a listless shadow. Who would care about what other shadows looked like.
But using the hard leather surface to press it against it like this, it feels like masturbating in broad daylight, which is particularly exciting.
It was late at night, and several cars drove in the lane from time to time. The lights flashed and the sound of the motor went far away.
The bus stopped and drove away on the platform, and people on the platform came and went.
After watching a crowded bus, the man turned his eyes to the other end of the lane again, and a car with a blurred red number above his head was slowly driving.
When he saw clearly that it was the familiar number, the man's body shook with excitement.
Finally came, he grinned slightly, and his hard penis hurt because of his briefcase.
Bus No. 2 is a night line in City A. Strangely, there are few women taking this route at night.
Even if a woman gets on the bus, she will get off the bus after one or two stops and transfer to other routes.
Therefore, it is also nicknamed the Night Men's Special Train.
The man met the boy on Line 2 more than a month ago. There were still as many people in the car that day as before, and the crowded carriages didn't feel very good.
The man pressed his elbow against a fat man's computer bag next to him, and the thing was unfriendly on his hip bone, and he felt very uncomfortable as the car bumped.
It was at this time that the boy squeezed to him with the flow of people in the car.
He was wearing black frame glasses, not tall, only to the man's ears, and his slightly curly hair was a little long. He wore a white shirt and looked a little young and had a hazy feeling.
At first, the man did not notice it, but was crowded by dozens of people. The boy's body curve was tightly pressed against him, his back was against his chest, and his lower abdomen was close to his waist. His weak clone was just stuck in the slit of the boy's buttocks and could not move.
When passing a construction section, the car bumped up and down, and the two soft buttocks were grinding the man's clone.
Through several layers of clothing, the man's quiet penis was stimulated back and forth by the ambiguous depression.
In a short while, the sensitive nerve fibers dominated the blood vessels in the cavernosum and expanded rapidly, and the man found that he was actually hard.
He retreated awkwardly, evacuating his congested cock from the teenager's plump and seductive buttocks, while trying to use a briefcase to separate his lower body from the teenager.
Unexpectedly, the car suddenly bumped, and the irresistible force pushed him forward, and the penis that had changed its angle was inserted between the boy's legs.
The man felt the body pressing against his chest tremble slightly. The boy lowered his head and did not express anything to the man's force majeure behavior.
The man hurriedly held the support rod above his head and apologized in a low voice: Sorry, I'm not the case...
Unfortunately, this journey did not give him much chance to apologize.
The car body was bumpy, and people were bumped around like bowls of beans in jars.
The man's clone kept thrusting between the boy's legs like having sex, getting harder and hotter, as if the whole body was concentrated on the hard stick sandwiched between the legs.
The man looked at the boy's reaction nervously, but he still didn't say anything, his head was buried lower, and his fingers holding the ring were thrusting and loosening as the bumpy movements were thrusting, and his body was tightened.
At this time, the man suddenly had a bold idea, which was both sinful and exciting.
He simply let his body rush with the bumps of the car body and the crowd behind him. He tightly pressed against the teenager's buttocks, taking advantage of every bump to lift his lower body to hit the soft buttocks.
The boy's quiet reaction was like a weak lamb, which made him abandon all his conscience.
He thrust vigorously, regardless of whether the people around him had noticed it, and the heavy breathing sprayed on the boy's ear. After a few strokes, he stuck out his tongue to lick the skin behind the boy's ears, sliding along the wrinkles of the skin on the earlobes. The boy's astringent smell made him excited.
He touched the boy's body through his shirt without hesitation. Although it was not as plump as a woman, he had a strange sexiness. He believed that the boy would not resist, so he kneaded his perky buttocks through his pants, grabbed them and clamped his clones even more, and went in and out of the narrow gaps regardless of everything.
The boy still didn't say a word, his head was buried in his arms and his expression was invisible, but the man obviously felt that his body was particularly stiff a few times.
Men don’t care about this kind of thing anymore. The feeling of lust on the bus is particularly exciting, and everything around them is no longer important.
As the driver braked suddenly, he pushed hard between his beautiful legs and tightly pressed against the hip slit. He ignored the boy's sudden twisting body and ejaculated with trembling.
The pleasure of ejaculation left him blank for a few seconds. When he came to his senses, he just heard the name of his destination broadcast on the car. He pulled his clothes, pushed the crowd away, clamped his briefcase and got out of the car.
Stepping onto the platform again, the cold wind blew, and the semen in the crotch was wet and sticky, and the man realized what he had done in the car just now.
Recalling the excited and crazy look just now, and thinking that someone might have discovered it, the man couldn't help but shamefully cover his face with his briefcase.
However, despite this, his penis became hard again regardless of the fact that he had ejaculated once.
He stopped and looked at the direction of the car, smiling contentedly.
Later, the night train trip on Thursday night became his most wonderful journey.
The teenager's silence is a great indulgence, and the clamped legs are the best place to vent this dirty desire.
He became more and more unrestrained, touching around through his thin top, his thin chest, raised nipples, and slender waist.
Even last time, he lifted up the corner of his clothes and reached into it.
The boy's body was covered with thin sweat, which was hot and slippery to the touch.
But he never dared to confirm whether the boy also got pleasure from this kind of perverted behavior. The boy sometimes tiptoes slightly to allow the man's clone to be tighter, and he will arch his body when he rubs comfortably, but the man has not confirmed it to him.
Let's just confirm it tonight. The man smiled unawarely and watched the car get closer.
The man was waiting for the bus on the platform. He was looking forward to this time every Thursday, so he deliberately chose to work overtime on this day.
His fingers excitedly grabbed a corner of his handbag, and pretended to be casually blocking his crotch.
If you can look carefully at the shadow of your briefcase sticking to your pants, you will find that it has already stood up hard.
Actually, it doesn’t matter if you don’t need to cover it, it’s already very late now.
Under the dim street lights beside the platform, when shining by the tired dark yellow light, everyone was just a listless shadow. Who would care about what other shadows looked like.
But using the hard leather surface to press it against it like this, it feels like masturbating in broad daylight, which is particularly exciting.
It was late at night, and several cars drove in the lane from time to time. The lights flashed and the sound of the motor went far away.
The bus stopped and drove away on the platform, and people on the platform came and went.
After watching a crowded bus, the man turned his eyes to the other end of the lane again, and a car with a blurred red number above his head was slowly driving.
When he saw clearly that it was the familiar number, the man's body shook with excitement.
Finally came, he grinned slightly, and his hard penis hurt because of his briefcase.
Bus No. 2 is a night line in City A. Strangely, there are few women taking this route at night.
Even if a woman gets on the bus, she will get off the bus after one or two stops and transfer to other routes.
Therefore, it is also nicknamed the Night Men's Special Train.
The man met the boy on Line 2 more than a month ago. There were still as many people in the car that day as before, and the crowded carriages didn't feel very good.
The man pressed his elbow against a fat man's computer bag next to him, and the thing was unfriendly on his hip bone, and he felt very uncomfortable as the car bumped.
It was at this time that the boy squeezed to him with the flow of people in the car.
He was wearing black frame glasses, not tall, only to the man's ears, and his slightly curly hair was a little long. He wore a white shirt and looked a little young and had a hazy feeling.
At first, the man did not notice it, but was crowded by dozens of people. The boy's body curve was tightly pressed against him, his back was against his chest, and his lower abdomen was close to his waist. His weak clone was just stuck in the slit of the boy's buttocks and could not move.
When passing a construction section, the car bumped up and down, and the two soft buttocks were grinding the man's clone.
Through several layers of clothing, the man's quiet penis was stimulated back and forth by the ambiguous depression.
In a short while, the sensitive nerve fibers dominated the blood vessels in the cavernosum and expanded rapidly, and the man found that he was actually hard.
He retreated awkwardly, evacuating his congested cock from the teenager's plump and seductive buttocks, while trying to use a briefcase to separate his lower body from the teenager.
Unexpectedly, the car suddenly bumped, and the irresistible force pushed him forward, and the penis that had changed its angle was inserted between the boy's legs.
The man felt the body pressing against his chest tremble slightly. The boy lowered his head and did not express anything to the man's force majeure behavior.
The man hurriedly held the support rod above his head and apologized in a low voice: Sorry, I'm not the case...
Unfortunately, this journey did not give him much chance to apologize.
The car body was bumpy, and people were bumped around like bowls of beans in jars.
The man's clone kept thrusting between the boy's legs like having sex, getting harder and hotter, as if the whole body was concentrated on the hard stick sandwiched between the legs.
The man looked at the boy's reaction nervously, but he still didn't say anything, his head was buried lower, and his fingers holding the ring were thrusting and loosening as the bumpy movements were thrusting, and his body was tightened.
At this time, the man suddenly had a bold idea, which was both sinful and exciting.
He simply let his body rush with the bumps of the car body and the crowd behind him. He tightly pressed against the teenager's buttocks, taking advantage of every bump to lift his lower body to hit the soft buttocks.
The boy's quiet reaction was like a weak lamb, which made him abandon all his conscience.
He thrust vigorously, regardless of whether the people around him had noticed it, and the heavy breathing sprayed on the boy's ear. After a few strokes, he stuck out his tongue to lick the skin behind the boy's ears, sliding along the wrinkles of the skin on the earlobes. The boy's astringent smell made him excited.
He touched the boy's body through his shirt without hesitation. Although it was not as plump as a woman, he had a strange sexiness. He believed that the boy would not resist, so he kneaded his perky buttocks through his pants, grabbed them and clamped his clones even more, and went in and out of the narrow gaps regardless of everything.
The boy still didn't say a word, his head was buried in his arms and his expression was invisible, but the man obviously felt that his body was particularly stiff a few times.
Men don’t care about this kind of thing anymore. The feeling of lust on the bus is particularly exciting, and everything around them is no longer important.
As the driver braked suddenly, he pushed hard between his beautiful legs and tightly pressed against the hip slit. He ignored the boy's sudden twisting body and ejaculated with trembling.
The pleasure of ejaculation left him blank for a few seconds. When he came to his senses, he just heard the name of his destination broadcast on the car. He pulled his clothes, pushed the crowd away, clamped his briefcase and got out of the car.
Stepping onto the platform again, the cold wind blew, and the semen in the crotch was wet and sticky, and the man realized what he had done in the car just now.
Recalling the excited and crazy look just now, and thinking that someone might have discovered it, the man couldn't help but shamefully cover his face with his briefcase.
However, despite this, his penis became hard again regardless of the fact that he had ejaculated once.
He stopped and looked at the direction of the car, smiling contentedly.
Later, the night train trip on Thursday night became his most wonderful journey.
The teenager's silence is a great indulgence, and the clamped legs are the best place to vent this dirty desire.
He became more and more unrestrained, touching around through his thin top, his thin chest, raised nipples, and slender waist.
Even last time, he lifted up the corner of his clothes and reached into it.
The boy's body was covered with thin sweat, which was hot and slippery to the touch.
But he never dared to confirm whether the boy also got pleasure from this kind of perverted behavior. The boy sometimes tiptoes slightly to allow the man's clone to be tighter, and he will arch his body when he rubs comfortably, but the man has not confirmed it to him.
Let's just confirm it tonight. The man smiled unawarely and watched the car get closer.
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