| Gay: Masturbation: Eye Candy (1/2) |
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Marty looked at the digital clock on his dashboard. His cock stirred in anticipation. He tossed his half eaten bologna sandwich back into his lunch tote and turned down the volume on the stereo. Beads of sweat formed on his brow. It had to be at least 90 degrees; he was crazy to be sitting in his car. The air was muggy, but he was determined. “Come on, what’s taking so long,” he muttered out loud. He shifted his erection from one side to the other. After a few more minutes he finally heard the slow hum of the bus. The brakes on the bus came alive at the desolate bus stop. Eagerly he watched the people exiting. As usual he was the last one to get off the bus. His backpack carelessly slung over one shoulder he looked around. Did he know I was watching him? Marty wondered. He slumped lower into his seat and lightly brushed his hand over his burgeoning erection. The muscular stud tossed his gym bag by his feet and leaned against the side of the bus stop. His tank top barely covered his muscular pecs. Marty took a sip of his lukewarm cola and began to massage his hard on. His mind raced with all of the things he wanted to do to him. For the past month he had been spending every lunch hour fantasizing about him. Marty wondered if he would ever get the courage to speak to him. He shook the thoughts from his head. A stud like him was probably straight, but that was part of his appeal. Marty took a deep breath and leaned the seat as far back as possible. He pulled on his white oxford shirt and slipped his hand inside his trousers. His clammy hands felt so good against his burning hot skin. His fingers played with the furry trail that led the way to his cock. His middle finger brushed against the head of his cock staining him with the free flowing pre cum that was rapidly overflowing his slit. It spread all over the palm of his hand as he made his way down his thick shaft. Marty looked up and watched as the muscular god patiently waited for his bus. He stared at the water bottle in his hands, watched the way his long fingers curled tightly around it. Marty squeezed on his nut sac, pretending they were the man’s strong fingers instead of his own. Marty settled into his seat and continued to stroke himself. Feeling himself getting closer to release he pulled his hand out. He sat up and watched the man at the bus stop. Marty leaned in closer as the man slowly pulled his tank top over his head. As if knowing he was on display, the man made a real show of flexing his muscular physique. Marty longed for the man’s nickel sized nipples. He wanted to taste them, to run his tongue over them and gently bite on them. He took his lower lip between his teeth and gently bit down on it. Damn, how could one man be so damn good looking, Marty thought. The stranger used the discarded shirt to wipe the sweat off his chiseled chest. Marty longed to run his fingers over the patches of hair that were sprinkled throughout his torso. Without taking one eye off him, Marty unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants. He fumbled as he struggled to pull down both his boxers and his trousers at once. When he was free of them he spread his legs apart, |
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