𝐃𝐄𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐋𝐘 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒 | 𝐁𝐗𝐁

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I didn't see Matt at all over the weekend. He didn't come home and that gave me time to lick my wounds and escape the embarrassment. I was grateful for that, but when Monday arrived and the team lined up to catch the bus to Georgetown, the tension shot up my spine. We were all in our red uniforms. Some of the kids were busy tearing the opposing team's uniforms, drinking and pushing each other to get on the bus. The darkness of the night was hosting great chaos.

I finally managed to enter the bus amidst the chaos and found myself an empty seat by the window. Thank God, no one decided to sit next to me for a few minutes. Then I was angered to see Byron jump into the seat next to me in a terrifying move. He was holding a beer bottle in his hand, wearing a silly mascot hat, and aimlessly put his arm around my neck and laughed, "Hi babe, am I allowed to sit down?"

My elbow hit the bottle he was holding and some of the beer spilled onto my pants, but I don't think he cared. 

Meanwhile, Matt, who was passing through the narrow corridor of the bus, gave the two of us a strange look and at one point our eyes met. He quickly turned them elsewhere and leaned his elbow on Byron's seat to nudge the kid sitting in the window of the seat right behind us. 

"I can't sit on the aisle side," he forced the boy to get up from his seat, "I'm taking the window seat." So he positioned himself right behind me, dammit.

Byron's heavy arm wrapped around my neck this time, squeezing a little, and I silently prayed for him to take it back. Finally, after five terrifying minutes, I was released by Byron as the bus pulled away. For God's sake, what is it with horny college guys? I knew everyone on this bus except me was interested in getting to Georgetown as quickly as possible, getting to the hotel, and finding some pussy to go out for the night and fuck. It was terrible.

After the coach standing next to the driver made a few funny announcements on the microphone, our bus was ready to swallow the lanes. I was wondering where this journey would lead. Matt and I were still in an awkward situation, and sitting next to me was the meanest, baddest guy on campus. My heart wished Luke was here for some support, but I was alone. I'm stuck somewhere with all these crazy college kids.

It's an eight-hour ride. Nightmare. How will I overcome it?

Luckily, after half an hour, the bus lights went out and the coach gave us a series of instructions to get some sleep and be quiet. I finally relaxed, maybe I would go ahead and try to sleep. Encouraged by the silence of Matt and the boy sitting next to him in the back, I glanced briefly over my shoulder in the backseat before leaning my head against the window. Both of their eyes were closed. I put my head to the window, closed my eyes and decided to get some rest. I had even forgotten that Byron would be there to sabotage this little moment of relief.

An intense snore was coming from his nose. More than just the bus. I flinched when Byron's red head bumped into my right shoulder, but I kept silent, preferring a sleeping Byron to a sober one, no matter how uncomfortable it was. I took a deep breath from my chest because my upper body was being crushed by the window and his large body, lost somewhere in between, stuck.

I rolled my eyes and took another deep breath before closing them tightly again. Until a hand slowly darted from the back of the seat, landed on Byron's shoulder, and pushed him to the other side, away from me.

What? I froze. I immediately recognized the owner of this hand, his fingers were long and shapely as always in the dark bus. 

Matt pushed Byron as far away from me as he could, but his hand was still there. He did not retreat. Only his vague fingers searched for something in the dark and then they would find my shoulder. I held my breath and almost screamed when his warm palm snaked over my shoulder and settled into my hair.

I swallowed, my fists clenching the edges of the seat terribly, and I tentatively moved my head toward the window, freeing it from Matt's grip. Just a few seconds later I felt a strong knee pressure behind my seat, right in the middle of my back. Matt leaned his body forward, leaning on his knee, his warm breath fanning the strands of hair on the back of my neck. Wow.

His lips almost hit the back of my ear as he whispered, "Other side, now..."

My heart pounded as my body involuntarily shifted to the right, toward the small space Matt had created between Byron and me. At this point Matt's large palm came back and settled on the right side of my face, caressing the skin roughly and a thumb moving across my face to find its way between my lips. Damn, what?

While the baritone of his voice gave me goosebumps, I opened my mouth and started sucking hard as the slightly salty taste of his finger flowed onto my tongue. Damn, damn. I didn't realize what we were going to do until I heard a low belt buckle from behind. It was Matt's belt. I felt him place one knee on my back again, spread his legs wide and lift his ass off the couch to pull his pants down his thighs.

"Keep sucking, like this..." A low-pitched whisper came from behind.

I was throbbing. A strong one. As I continued to use Matt's finger, a very low moan came from the backseat. A small squeaking sound came from the couch and luckily it didn't wake anyone up. 

But I was in a bad situation. Too bad. I was intoxicated with the thought of Matt caressing himself with his finger in my mouth on a moving bus. I slowly released one of my free hands gripping the seat and lifted my ass slightly up in a rather uncomfortable position. I may have been the luckiest bastard of the century for choosing to wear baggy pants, but my underwear was still tight enough to stick to my ass. I put my hand inside the waistband of my pants and slid it inside my underwear to wrap my palm around it, reaching for my hard shaft, giving it a once shot from tip to base.

At this point they were sticky with thick precum oozing into my palm and coating my fingers. Since this gave me some lubrication, I rubbed them against the hard shaft, which felt like it was about to explode, and I closed my palm tightly and started stroking myself. Matt's finger was still in my mouth and I couldn't stop sucking it like a pacifier. 

I heard him grit his teeth and utter a few random curses under his hoarse breath. But I was too busy getting lost in my own pleasure. At some point it started to seem very unimportant who might notice us, but worse than that, we never thought about where we could spray all the creamy precum if any of us decided to cum.

For a goddamn moment my eyes were glued to the window to the left of my head. From here, the moonlight reflecting off the unlit roads, deserted fields and villages the bus left behind provided an excellent view. I could see Matt. While one hand was in my mouth, the other hand was pumping his cock, which was harder than I had ever seen before. He was going very fast, his seat was rocking slowly, and there was a thin layer of sweat on his forehead and temples that was easily visible even from here. Damn, the sight was so arousing it made my groin twitch.

He may not like me, but now he's caressing himself thinking about my ass.

I made a few shaky, clumsy thrusts around my dick, surprised at how proud of myself I felt. All of this would cause me to explode within seconds. Without even realizing it, I bit his finger in my mouth to suppress the powerful electric shocks radiating from my toes to my hair. 

Matt in the back let out a loud hiss and curse. He must have been angry that I hurt him, but I think it must have turned him on. Because I stared at the view from the window like a hungry dog and cummed to see his cumming at the same time as me. 

His head suddenly hit the top of the seat, his eyes squeezed shut, his teeth pulled his bottom lip into his mouth, and his round, muscular ass lifted off the seat. I knew all those cum ropes were soaking the floor of the poor bus because from where I was I could see the drops splashing into the air.

I felt like everything was in slow motion.