HIS69-570 Heavy Erection Crew

Excerpt

As Travis watched, captivated by the young man’s masculine beauty, the bus rocked over a patch of uneven pavement and the youth’s leg swung against his own. He immediately felt the warmth of the jeans-clad flesh, and held motionless. The boy did not wake up. His crotch now open and exposed, the youth dozed while Travis studied the folds of tight denim, how they conformed to the shape of his genitals, how faded, almost threadbare spots revealed the accustomed position of his cock, even to its shape and size.

The rocking of the bus rubbed their legs lightly together as Travis watched his seat-mate while the miles passed. He thought he had just about memorized everything about that well-packed teenage crotch, when he discovered that something was happening to it. It was getting bigger, for one thing. The ridge formed by his cock was getting longer and straighter, and the entire package was protruding more and more by the minute. He guessed that the boy must be having a really sexy dream.

Travis felt his mouth getting dry. It would be so simple, just to reach over there and… But no, better not. The kid deserved to have his erotic dream in peace. Besides, he’d probably yell bloody murder, and Travis would rather do anything than fuck up on his first day on the job and find his ass back on the street looking for another.

But his gaze could not leave the center of attraction. Now, the hard tube of flesh was angled toward him, the flaring rim of its head clearly showing through the cloth. The kid was probably not wearing underwear. As Travis watched, a darker patch of blue dampness began to form at the tip of his cock.

Travis did not know how long his resolve could hold out. Just a little feel, a brush of the hand, what could it hurt? The kid might not even wake up. His erotic dream might reach a climax because of it and he’d maybe come in his sleep, not even knowing that his pleasure had received any outside help.

Travis’ hand moved, almost without his bidding, and was inches away from closing on the bony ridge in the young man’s crotch, when an inopportune pothole rudely jolted the bus and its passengers. The young man drew a breath, and opened his eyes. They fixed on Travis’ face, at first blank, then inquisitive.

“Some dream you had, huh?” Travis offered, trying to draw his hand unobtrusively back to his side.

“Uh, yeah.” The boy blushed. He swung his legs together, but it did nothing to hide his raging hard-on. He sat up and leaned forward, in obvious embarrassment.