My cock was on fire! About five or ten minutes after the bus got on the highway heading north, I felt my neighbor’s right knee touch against my left knee. I returned my left hand to his crotch, and began trying to unzip his pants, which I found impossible to do, and he wasn’t helping. All the while, I was keeping my gaze straight ahead, and occasionally looking around to see if we had been noticed by anyone. I said “sure”. At the bottom of a stroke, he slid his hand down and over my balls giving them a gentle squeeze. I couldn’t help the moan that I let out. The head of my cock was so sensitive, my body would spasm when he touched it. 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. My cock was quickly becoming hard and I’m sure he could feel it, and soon he was squeezing it gently.
