I had a week of vacation, and I decided to go to Provincetown, Mass. I had read so much about it, as a haven for gays, that I just had to go there.

Let me explain, I am not out of the closet. No one at my work knows I'm gay, my parents don't know it, though my mom suspects it. I'm 20 years old, 5'10", and very slim. Always have been slim, just can't seem to put bulk on. I have longish hair and I'm a software programmer.

Most of my gay experiences have been furtive, hidden. A man in the rest room, a drunk friend, who never remembered what happened, or so he said. Most of my sex life was solitary, dildos inside of me, sucking my own cock, wishing it were someone else's.

I was determined to change that, however. And so I decided to take my vacation at P-Town, as they called it.

I booked a stay at the Aerie House and Beach Club, it looked gorgeous, but was expensive. What the hell, I thought as I clicked through the reservation process. I deserve it.

The drive there was beautiful, and exciting. All I could think of was how many other gay folks I would meet, who would not know me and never see me again. What freedom I would have. It got me hard just thinking about it.

I checked in and the hotel was as beautiful as its web site had showed it to be. My room had a view of the water. I quickly showered and changed into a pair of running shorts, no underwear, and a t-shirt. I inquired at the desk how to get downtown and was told a bus ran every fifteen minutes from half a block away.

The bus was crowded. I had to stand. An older man was standing behind me, maybe in his early fifties. As the bus jounced along, I felt him press against me and then realized that he had a fucking hard on! Each time the bus bounced, he pressed his erection against my ass. I was shocked, but then realized that what the hell, this is what I had come to P-Town for. Granted, I had not expected this kind of "action," but what the heck.

I pressed back. The next thing I knew, in the public bus, the man gently grasped my hand and pulled it back toward him. He placed it on his now exposed prick. I grasped the hot, hard cock. It seemed to be short, no longer than five inches, but was immensely thick, like a coke can. I couldn't tell if he was circumsized, his foreskin moved easily up and over the bulbous knob as I stroked him.

He kissed the back of my neck. Fuck, I didn't even know what this guy looked like! How weird the entire scene was.

Then the bus slowed, he whispered in my ear. "Want to get off? There's a nice park not far from this stop." I nodded. I felt him take his cock and put it back in his pants. I turned to see what he looked like. He was gray, but fit, and actually pretty damn good looking. He reminded me of the man at the train station bathroom that had exposed himself to