Elsa Jean Experiences Her First Massive Black Cock

Greyhound Bus (True Story) In 1970, I was 19 and I had just checked into my new duty station at Naval Air Station Lemoore, California having just finished 6 months of “A” school in Jacksonville, Florida on aircraft electrical systems I was now at the Greyhound bus station, in my dress blues, heading home to San Jose, for a week’s leave It was around 8P.M. Sislovesme I passed up a seat next to a dirty looking hippie. I have thought about that day often over the last six months. I wiped up the best I could, tucked my still hard cock into my cum soaked boxers and buttoned up my blues. It was close quarters after all. My cock was on fire! I reclined my seat back, and as we spread the blanket over us, I rested my right foot on the pedestal that was at the bottom of each seat. His hand instantly slid inside my blues, found the fly of my boxers and pulled my now rock hard 7-inch cock out and began stroking the full length of it. None of the empty seats left were next to a nice-looking woman, so what the heck, I took the aisle seat next to the friendly guy. He offered the handkerchief to me under the blanket. I looked around, certain that our activity had to have been noticed. I couldn’t help the moan that I let out. He tried to stem the flow by squeezing just below the head of my cock with his thumb and forefinger, but it was a lost cause.