Waiting in the dark
It was a windy, cold night in January. I was returning from Ahmedabad after giving my bank PO exam. I was waiting for a bus on the highway outskirts wearing jeans and a t-shirt and carrying my college bag. It was getting chilly with every second passing. My body fold was getting tighter after every rejection I was getting from vehicles going towards Rajkot on SG Highway. Maybe I was shivering. It was almost 2 am. Mostly you get transportation very easily. But today was a bad day. Every bus was full because of govt exams. Since it was 5 hours long journey, I wanted to sleep and go rather than stand. I was becoming hopeless. I thought to go to any Oyorooms, do Grindr and spend a night with a bear having some fun rather than waiting for a bus and going home dry. As soon as I decided to go to a hotel room, I saw a ray of hope and a big sound horn. I waved my hand and almost jumped in front of the vehicle. Luckily it was a Neeta Volvo bus. My eyes and legs both opened wide when I saw the conductor in a white uniform. He was wearing formal black shoes and neat white well-ironed pants. But the wrinkles around his crotch suggest that the guy must have had big machinery behind the zip. Though my eyes were not ready to go up, I panned my vision. He wore the same fabric shirt, which technically makes it a safari suit. His hairy arms looked so masculine from his tight half sleeves. I just felt to keep my head on his shoulder and sleep. After a slow-motion visual inside my brain, I returned to reality when the conductor shouted at me. I ran to him and controlled my excitement. I asked him several questions in seconds. Rajkot? Do you have a seat? How much? He replied, “Rajkot, 300, But no seat. You’ll have to stand.” I got double disappointment when I saw his face. He was 30 years old, wearing clothes like a mature Gujarati man and offering me no seat. Huh. I thought to screw the Oyorooms plan and say yes to the guy. I thought I would have sex in the future because I had to wait for the guy to be 45. LOL. I stepped onto the bus. He also came along and closed the door. I stood on the steps. For the first 10 minutes, it gave a very Imtiaz Ali vibe. My hair was waving with the cold air from the window cracks. I started singing, ‘Hum to milo chale.’ But reality hit me like Anurag Kashyap’s movie when I got tired of standing and felt like sitting. I didn’t bother about my clothes and dropped my bums on the second step of the bus stairs. I immediately felt like a rocket with a burning ass. There was a hot engine right below my ass. I could not sit for five seconds, and I got up. And again started singing. But romanticising the 5-hour standing journey failed miserably. I banged my head on the dashboard when I dozed off. It made a BAM sound in the dark cabin. The driver told me to sit down, but I didn’t and controlled my sleep. And then I heard someone calling me, ‘Oye, Oye…’ and I turned back, it was the driver. He told me to sit next to him on his chair. Though I desperately wanted to rest my ass. I said with hesitation, “Aapke pass jagah thodi hai meri badi gand ke liye.” (Do you have a place for a big ass like mine?) He laughed and said, “Don’t worry, I’ll adjust.” He turned on the cabin lights. I went to him, keeping my head down because of the moving bus. He told me to split my ass. One thigh on his chair and one thigh on the dashboard. Between my legs, there was a gear. Gear of bus, not my dick. I thought it would be inconvenient for the driver to shift gears now. But I didn’t care as I got to rest. Now the driver and I had adjusted ourselves. I was super sleepy so dozing off frequently. But I made sure my head would not rest on his shoulder. 2 hours passed, and it was 4 am. I was almost sleepy. And the bus is going at full speed. So many times, I felt the driver’s hand rubbing against my body parts while changing gears. I didn’t bother much, but my hormones did. My dick and I started feeling nice. So we got hard and started drooling. I was waiting for his next signal, but he didn’t do it. I lost my excitement. Maybe it was just a coincidence, and I was just horny. After 10 minutes, slowly, like a feather, he put his hand on my thigh. I became aware. I don’t know why but out of randomness, I put his hand on the gear and closed my eyes. I started feeling the loss of an opportunity, first Oyo rooms and now this driver. I hadn’t had sex in 3 months. I was very horny, but now the opportunity has gone. I was feeling furious, angry, and rejected. I told my morals that I wanted to have sex. This guy is giving me hints. I can’t reject it. I didn’t care about his looks or age or anything. I wanted to have sex, and I grabbed his crotch. I could feel a big fat dick from the silky fabric of his pants. The balls and dick were so soft. After grabbing them, I almost pressed them also. I came out of the one-second fantasy expecting a push and a slap. But surprisingly, the driver didn’t react at all. I got approval and started playing with his dick. I was pulling the skin up and down slowly to make it hard. It became easy since he was not wearing anything under the pants. He ordered me to rub it, though I started it earlier only. He was driving calmly as if he had experienced a handjob while driving. He got hard. It felt like it was like a big 8-inch-long and thick cucumber. He ordered me to take it out and said, “Tumne jab bus rokne keliye haath uthaya tabhi maine yahan se dekh liya tha. Conductor ko bola ki isko seat mat dena, sath mein bithana hai.” (When I saw you asking to stop the bus, I understood. I told the conductor not to give you a seat and make you sit next to me.) I held his monster tighter after listening to this and said, “Aapne to mujhe dekh liya par maine abhi tak apko dekha nahi. Andhera hi tha pehle se.” (You saw me, but I have still not seen you. It is so dark.” He turned on the lights, and I got a heart attack.