Growing Up

In 1984 I went to see my grandmother in Oklahoma. We lived in California where my father was stationed. I was 15 and I went via Greyhound. I had some money, a bag of packaged food, and my suitcase, an old tan suitcase which had been in the family as long as I remembered. The bus driver kept an eye on me, and only let me use the restroom when he was there to keep an eye on me. It took forever, and after changing buses in Dallas I made it to Ponca City.

My stay with my grandmother was two weeks. I got on the bus on Thursday, I would be back home Sunday afternoon. In Dallas I caught the long haul, and sat in the back. I was a pro, the bus driver never even said hello. Overnight a man moved back closer to me, then sat beside me and pretended to go to sleep. He touched my knee, my leg. He got his dick out and started to masturbate. I got hard myself and had to adjust how I sat to make room for my erection.

Then he grabbed my erection in my pants. Grabbed it hard, jerking on it. I had no control and came in my pants. He reenergized himself and came against the seat in front of him, then used his shirt tail to clean it up. We sat there, he fell asleep and I fell asleep. We stopped in El Paso and my friend took me into a stall and sucked my cock. He got me hard and got me to ejaculate again. We got some food out of the vending machine and sat out on the sidewalk until our bus for LA was ready to board.

In Phoenix he sucked me again, and he had me suck him too. In LA he waited for me to catch my bus for San Diego.