It was a Monday morning, travelling on the 277 Bus to work. As usual I had awoken with a woody, but with no time to deal with it, horny and drowsy, I wandered to the bus stop!

I got on at the terminus. The bus was often empty as I boarded. This was a great bus for me. I loved looking at the guys as they wander along the aisle in their pinstriped suits, neatly pressed shirts and silken ties. I love all that. I positioned my self centre of the large back seat which was adjacent to four rear facing seats giving me a good view of all of them - most unaware that I was even there.

Although there were glimpses of hope as I gazed at these city men with their driven lives, checking their cock swaying in their trousers, once in a while a smile, a self stroke, and I know it’s worth it. Remember, this is a crowded bus going to work in Docklands. The worst thing about the bus was the school kids who piled on but got off a Hackney. Hooray for Hackney!

There was one guy often there on the bus with me, but he rarely ventured up stairs. He was about 5'6", thick set (not fat), with dark piercing eyes, jet black hair, and a goatee. He was always in dressed in black, his olive complexion and chiselled features often caused me a second and third glance.

Sitting centre of the bus this Monday he ventured up stairs. I looked him up and down, adjusted my crotch. He saw me. He knew. He tried to sit away from me but he was drawn. Months of smiles, looks, and gaydar transmitted ions brought him my way (and the 7 kids that surrounded me.)

He sat diagonally opposite me, opened his legs and placed his hand between them. No one suspected. I glanced. I looked past him. He moved and repositioned himself. Better view for me of the bulge that was his man hood.

At last, the kids moved off!

Left alone at the back he made himself comfortable and I moved more towards him. Licking his lips, he began to cradle his pouch and boy it looked full. Firming nicely, he unbuttoned his coat and I could see his dick as it slithered up his torso, firming and growing,

A nice 7" cock straining at the cloth. My tongue was practically on my chin as my 8" cock slid to firmness down my inner thigh. He glanced around and realised he was shielded from those around and unbuttoned his fly and revealed his shaved love snake.

Oh I wanted it in my mouth, up my arse. But all I could do was watch as beads of pre cum oozed from the top of the pistoned pleasure prod. He pleasured himself as I watched, bound by the eye of the cctv camera.

Wet patches appeared on my trouser leg as I slid my hand up and down my cock in an attempt to whack off slyly. To my surprise and dismay he hastily put himself away and rushed off the bus. I was left hornier, more frustrated, and companion less.

Thank God for toilets.