I listened to the slow pulse of Lust as it crept into the room. The door had been sealed with painters’ tape and a wet towel but it still found me. It moved across the floor giving rise to the wood like a wave. The force made me trip and stumble backwards into the first bedroom. I was barely fast enough to push the door closed behind me. Immediately the clawing started. The scratching sounded like pleading. The kind of begging that digs into the flesh to draw something out that is not readily given. My intention was to grab a couple of condoms and packs of travel lube when I was stopped cold. In all the excitement I had forgotten about the picture of Stephen that I’d printed from an email he’d sent. My heart pumped my chest full with anxiety. I didn’t understand what had happened to us, how Lust had torn things apart so easily. I told myself to focus, that Stephen wasn’t coming back. The Lust had consumed him. I turned in panic at the sound of the opening door. Quickly, I fingered and filtered through the contents of the drawer beside the bed searching for what I needed and stuffed my pockets full. Five condoms, I counted. “Does carrying five condoms make me look fat” I wondered. Whatever the feeling was that inched to consume me, I was prepared for anything.

The sound and motion of the floor writhing like a body in heat forced me to cut through the bathroom and exit out the connecting door. If I wasn’t fast enough I might have missed the last express. My dick had gotten hard, and my ass twitched a little – that had been close. I needed to fuck someone or blue ball would be my new bitch. Within the beat of a half note I was down the alley running to catch the number 147 which ran non stop to Kevin’s apartment in Riverton. He was a sure bet. He was always hungry for my dick, or whatever other part of me he could put in his mouth.

The trip only took twenty minutes, but it seemed like an hour with all the activity in my pants. The guy who sat facing the isle kept stealing glances at the outline of my cock. I pretended not to notice, but it was almost to the point that any willing ass would do, just so long as it came with a penis and matching scrotum. Stephen had the perfect set. In all my history he was one of the few guys I truly felt uninhibited sucking off. It may have had a lot to do with my comfort level since he had demanded from the beginning that we both get HIV test. The end result was a big fat negative for both so I had no concern whenever his dick was in my mouth or elsewhere. It seemed natural, too natural, so much in fact that I wanted the condoms off.

The bus whizzed onto the expressway and headed south. The engine hummed in protest as the driver hammered the gas eager to finish his last run for the night. His thighs were thick and worked out. It was almost certain he could crack my small five foot seven frame like a nut. A look at his crotch had revealed either very large balls, a huge black cock, or both. I imagined myself sucking his dick while we sped along. There were only three other people riding, two of them