Mr Pollock
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Posted:Feb 26, 2021 7:46 pm
Last Updated:Mar 7, 2021 10:51 pm 117 Views
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Did I ever write about an old schoolteacher of mine by the name of Mr. Pollock, who introduced me to the joy a man can create for another man's cock and balls? Mr. Pollock was at least mid 50's, maybe even 60ish. He had given me an introduction to cockplay in the cloakroom of Killarney School.
I was hooked - I knew that I was gay.
Mr. Pollock was also the town scoutmaster. I'd go over to his place to learn my knot tying....really! He'd tie me loosely so that I wasn't afraid. but I could escape if I wanted. He liked to imagine that I was a captive and that he was completely in control.
He'd get on top of a naked, often blindfolded and tied me, frot me cock on cock, then cum on my genitals. He'd rub his cum into my boy-meat and then we'd go shower, where he'd get a second wind.
When I went to Scout Camp I'd be snuck into his cabin for some quiet sneaky cockplay.
Those were the days, as they say.
Dad got transferred to Winnipeg and I never saw Mr. Pollock again, but the memory of him is a delicious memory that I have kept forever.
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Mr Pollock
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Posted:Feb 26, 2021 7:46 pm
Last Updated:Mar 7, 2021 10:51 pm 145 Views
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Did I ever write about an old schoolteacher of mine by the name of Mr. Pollock, who introduced me to the joy a man can create for another man's cock and balls? Mr. Pollock was at least mid 50's, maybe even 60ish. He had given me an introduction to cockplay in the cloakroom of Killarney School.
I was hooked - I knew that I was gay.
Mr. Pollock was also the town scoutmaster. I'd go over to his place to learn my knot tying....really! He'd tie me loosely so that I wasn't afraid. but I could escape if I wanted. He liked to imagine that I was a captive and that he was completely in control.
He'd get on top of a naked, often blindfolded and tied me, frot me cock on cock, then cum on my genitals. He'd rub his cum into my boy-meat and then we'd go shower, where he'd get a second wind.
When I went to Scout Camp I'd be snuck into his cabin for some quiet sneaky cockplay.
Those were the days, as they say.
Dad got transferred to Winnipeg and I never saw Mr. Pollock again, but the memory of him is a delicious memory that I have kept forever.
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Dancing at The Grapevine
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Posted:Feb 21, 2021 11:22 am
Last Updated:Mar 7, 2021 10:51 pm 365 Views
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I loved dancing at The Vine...
88...I was 23, looked young for my age, swimmers body, long heavymetal hair and completely clean shaven from adams apple to toes. A stereotype Twink in that day.
The cage I danced in was flimsy. so I couldn't rock out all crazy. The club played electropop early in the evening. I wore a g-string and just danced "on the spot" letting my meat swing. It was impossible to maintain a hard on all night, so when I was in a G-String I was usually flaccid.
At things changed - the music switched to more Goth or Standard Metal, and I could get naked.
I LOVED getting naked for all those drunk guys. They'd stare at my genitals and some would beat off. They couldn't touch or the club bouncer/coke dealer would throw them out. I couldn't arrange "dates", so instead would just ask them to stick around until the end of the night (they'd usually be too hammered to do anything then)
I almost always was hard or semi-hard after because I just loved dancing naked for these guys so much and the music was great to move to.
Soon I was asked to dance solo on The Big Stage.
That was a dream.
The first night, at , the music started. I did one tune wearing a pair of briefs, but had to take them off as my boner was stretching them and poking out the side.
On comes the tune "Lagartija Nick" Bauhaus. My favourite cock rock music. The sound guy knew that and cranked it.
The music is blasting.
Almost 5 Guys are yelling and hooting and whistling and screaming...
I'm naked....hard....rocking.....
AlI feel is the heat of the lights on me. and the blood coursing through my cock, which is so hard it feels like a cooked sausage about to burst its casing.
I'm dancing to the frantic music, cock swaying, bouncing and throbbing....
All I feel is my cock.....
Then.......
I spontaneously, hands free, blast four huge spurts of cum - right out into the crowd.
The crowd is absolutely shrieking....
I thought I was going to be fired.
but I didn't get fired.
I became The Weekend Dancer.
....but I never came on an audience again.
Man, I miss those days.
These vids were taken Rob, who also missed those days, and wanted me to try yo recreate it for him.
But the decades took their toll.
Still....
I love to dance naked for men, to have a man look at my body and genitals and like what he sees.
Then.....
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Robbie the Sadist
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Posted:Feb 6, 2021 8:23 pm
Last Updated:Feb 19, 2021 6:56 pm 524 Views
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My first position at The Grapevine was dance in a gogoboy cage. 20 minutes on, 20 off - wearing briefs, a g-string or a cock sheath between 8 & 11 amp; , and I danced completely naked between 11 and 2. The cage was a round platform about 34 inches off the ground, which put my genitals at most people's eye level. The "cage" was pvc tubing coated in a silver coating that made it look almost like stainless steel. The cage was about 6 feet across, which meant that I couldn't dance too wildly. Mostly, I danced in one spot and just made sure that my cock and balls were moving nicely to the electropop or goth music that was playing loudly. There were kleenex boxes placed around so that guys could wipe up their cum, as masturbation fell into a legal grey area, as Manitoba Law defined illegal public sex as being between two people....so, guys could watch me and jerk off. I loved seeing a man ogle my crotch and beat off.
One guy who was in the club a lot and spent a fair bit of time beating his meat while he watched me rock out with my cock out was a curly-haired dude a little older than me named Robbie,
Fast forward 19 years - the club had long since closed and I had moved to Vancouver. I was down in the West End of Vancouver in the Gay Village area and I hear some guy who had just walked by me my name. I didnt recognize him at first but then recalled the skinny curly-haired dude from The Vine. He had gotten a lot stockier over the years and his hair was a spectacular silver. But still, unmistakably, Robbie from Winnipeg.
Older stocky dudes are my "Type" so I agreed to go to The Dufferin for a beer with him. Two hours of chatting followed by a wonderful hands-shoved-down-my-pants feeling up by a sexually aggressive gorgeous man out in the parking lot beside his Boxster, and I knew that I wanted this.
We became an item.
A year later I'm living at his place. He had a "dungeon" in the basement that he made just so that he could fantasy-play with me. It had an x-frame to strap me to, shackles so that I could be suspended from the ceiling, and he had all the toys, including a cock vacuum pump and a $2500 top end E-Stim machine. But the centrepiece was a dance floor where he could videorecord me dancing for him, just like in "the old days at The Vine". I\d dance for him and he'd whip my cock with a flail or later, his leather belt.
As time progressed he got more extreme and sadistic. He'd make me dance for him until I was exhausted; too beat to resist him as he strapped me to the frame ort suspended me from the ceiling, often by my legs. He'd edge and torture my cock and balls until dawn. Often he'd have a friend or two come over to join in the fun. When these dudes were over, there were no "safe words" - no matter how much I yelled and screamed and twisted around, they just kept torturing my cock, balls and ass with the vacuum pump, e-stim box or flails and belts, until they left the following morning. By the end of a night with Robbie and his buddies, my dink looked like an eggplant and my balls ached for days.
Finally I moved out one afternoon when he wasn't home
That was then, this is now.....and ya know what.....I sorta miss having my cock savagely tortured.
I'd love to know what you think your most sadistic urges and fantasies are.
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this photo...
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Posted:Feb 1, 2021 6:08 pm
Last Updated:Feb 11, 2021 8:17 pm 356 Views
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this picture brings back Old Memories.
The young guy is a bit too old to be me, and the older guy is a bit too young to be Mr. Pdvbedtyrnf, but still the photo depicts pretty well the things that went on back then.
Mr Pdvbedtyrnf would just make me stand there, naked...or kneel naked, or lay back naked. Maybe he'd occasionally instruct me to move my leg a certain way, but mostly it was me standing naked while he looked at my cock.
Once in a while he'd fondle me, or cup my balls then move hisd hand under me to stick a finger up my ass.
But mostly, he just wanted to look at my cock, touch it, and feel it until I came.
That was so exciting back then.
Later, when I was between 19 and 21, I'd hang out at the St. Regis Hotel. This hotel was known amongst us street as being where you could find an older guy, usually in from out of town, for some free thrills. I'd hang out in the St. Regis Hotel coffee shop, sipping tea (I was 17 at the time, so no Whisky Old Fashioned...) and reading some trashy paperback. I wore tight bluejeans with no underwear so my package displayed a nice bulge and cock outline. One evening I was at the St. Regis, and I'd see a guy looking at me. I pretended to be into my book, and not noticing him, but in reality I saw him, and put on a show. I hitched up my pants a little tighter, and bent my up and rested my cowboy-booted foot on the lower part of the chair across from me. This gave the guy a perfect straight-on view of my bulging semi-hard dink and tight ballsack. I saw him really looking out of the corner of my eye, and I moved around a bit so as to find the perfect crotch-bulging display for him. When He got up to go to the elevator, I followed him with my nose still in my book, He was waiting at the elevator,and i noticed that he had pressed 4, and when I got there he asked &;going Up and I replied '4th, please... ;Ah, same as me; he replied in his thick French accent. I casually responded Great, then - want company?. We were on the elevator and I leaned back against the wall of the elevator with my hips thrust forward. He asked ;Are You a pro? (I suppose he wanted to , as if I was a and it;d cost him). I replied No, just a horny fellow traveller like you.
Well zen... he said as the elevator door opened.
Once in the room he introduced himself as a businessman from Quebec, and asked me to make myself comfortable. He appeared to be in his 40 or maybe 50
;Comfortable...like naked?; I replied. He smiled and simply said oui.
I very quickly shrugged off my clothes and stood there naked, as he slowly undressed, I could see his expression - he was liking what he saw..
He just stood there, and stroked his hard tool a bit. He came up and fondled me for a minute or two, and ground his hard boner into me.
;Lie downt; he asked.
I complied.
I laid back and he got on top, and pressed himself onto me. I, of course I made all the appropriate pleasant sounding moans and giggles. It did feel great - this older horny man grinding on me. I coud feel his wet pre-cum.
But funny thing - instead of trying to suck or fuck me, he just frotted my cock and nutsack, the got up on his knees and jerked off, cumming a huge load within seconds, all over my genitals.
The feel of hot cum splashing onto my dick was awesome
This was Sex in the time of AIDS.
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My teacher...
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Posted:Feb 1, 2021 6:04 pm
Last Updated:Mar 7, 2021 10:51 pm 527 Views
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I was xx and Mr. Pollock was our homeroom teacher. He also taught "English" and "History". During one boring class on how Radisson and Grosseliers explored the Hudson’s Bay region of Canada I drew a picture of a dick on a scrap of paper and passed it to Brenda, who was the town Pharmacists . She looked at it and promptly passed it My Pollock, ratting out with "Look what Chris gave ". Mr, Pollock looked at and asked "Whats this?" "Modern Art" I replied.
"You're staying after school...."
Oh great. I'll probably get the strap and be ratted out my mom and dad.
After class came. Mr. Pollock motioned for me stay behind. He glowered at for a few minutes than said “come with me" and took me by the arm to the supply room, which was behind the cloak room in the schoolhouse.
There was no one on the building but Mr. Pollock and I.
He showed the picture again and asked what it was.
"Modern Art" I again replied.
He grabbed my arm and slapped my hand with the strap that he had always at the ready.
“What is this, Chris?” he demanded.
Near tears I barely whispered "....a dink! Its a drawing of a din"
Mr. Pollock said "This is not the sort of thing you give a girl. Take your pants down"
I dutifully obliged.
"Shorts too" he demanded as he took a seat on a stool. "Then lay across my lap".
He positioned so my bare cock and balls were directly above his.
He began the bare ass strapping. It hurt like hell and I wailed and squirmed piteously. He forced me down and I felt his cock harden beneath me.
I knew about hardon’s and had already discovered the joys
of masturbation, so I just sort of knew what was happening Mr. Pollock, underneath .
"Mr. Pollocks dink is getting all stiff" I thought myself.
He let up.
"Stand there" he demanded.
I went pull my pants up.
"Leave them" he ordered.
For what seemed like an hour, but was actually only a couple of minutes, I stood there, exposed to the gaze of Mr. Pollock, who was not any longer so grim faced and stern. He was smiling.
"Come here" he softly said. I obeyed.
He looked down at my cock, which was oddly semi-erect...I don't know why, but it was. After a minute or so of his obviously ogling my genitals he reached down and said "next time I will strap you here" and he cupped my penis in his hand.
He cupped it and then wrapped his grip around my shaft, and said "this is special" and then moved to fondle my balls then stroke my cock a few times.
I got as Rock Hard as a year cold could get.
"You like this" he said. I looked at him and noticed a huge bulge in his pants.
Come here" he ordered "Sit" and he positioned me on his lap"
I felt his cock pressing against me in a weird and wonderful way, pressing up onto that area just behind my balls, an area I later came to know as my Frenulum, or Taint.
He moved around under me and groaned a bit as he then continued to fondle my cock and balls"
There was an awkward silence for a while as he shimmied around under me and wheezed out a sound that was like my made when I scratched his belly, and his stroking became more intense, and I came, in the cum-less manner of an adolescent hairless boy - first just the exciting sensation followed by the uncomfortable tickling sensation that I would later learn love.
I tried move away - he hoarsely whispered "No, this is what I do bad boys"......"bad buys who draw pictures of their dink and give them girls".
He ushered up after he finished with my cock, and quietly ordered dress.
I dressed in silence as he watched, and I saw the dark wet spot on his khaki trousers.
"Be a good boy" he whispered, "and I will be very nice you" he said as I buttoned up my pants
"Our secret, okay" I heard as I left the cloak room. "Yes Mr. Pollock, it is" I managed to whisper as I left.
He smiled.
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Of course I continued to misbehave and over the next I was meted out punishment and pleasure of a similar type, and as I entered my teems find that Mr. Pollock was also our Scoutmaster, began be invited his Spartan home for "Proficiency badge tests" where I leaned the importance of cleanliness by taking showers with Mr. Pollock, after which he would "Test" my cleanliness by sucking my coc
I had found the ultimate form of joy.
Now, decades later, I search for mature men like Mr. Pollock, despite that I am no longer a teenage , as I have had a lifelong lust for mature men who love coc
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Id love to cockdance for you
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Posted:Feb 1, 2021 5:59 pm
Last Updated:Mar 7, 2021 10:51 pm 276 Views
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When you show up I will have my little beat-box set up with my nice Bose speakers, and a place strip set out, with a lamp directed at my crotch. The lights will be low.
I will have a pair of see-thru skimpy g-string shorts or a pouch that I will direct you tear off at the right moment.
I really love it when a man tears my clothes off.
This is the music I will ,
This particular bit of cockdancingf reminds of some really enjoyable encounters with some very cool men.
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Id love to cockdance for you
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Posted:Feb 1, 2021 5:59 pm
Last Updated:Mar 7, 2021 10:51 pm 268 Views
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When you show up I will have my little beat-box set up with my nice Bose speakers, and a place strip set out, with a lamp directed at my crotch. The lights will be low.
I will have a pair of see-thru skimpy g-string shorts or a pouch that I will direct you tear off at the right moment.
I really love it when a man tears my clothes off.
This is the music I will ,
This particular bit of cockdancingf reminds of some really enjoyable encounters with some very cool men.
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my first time
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Posted:Feb 1, 2021 5:50 pm
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I generally really like men who are older than me. I suppose I me that on Mr. Pollock, ack in Grade 6, who treated me just so wonderfully, and really knew how take care of a coc Since leaving the club when it was closed down of a combination of the owners being busted for selling cocaine, and a number of health code violations. (the place was crawling with mice, at the very least, and I would certainly not eat anything that came from that kitchen. Yet people did, and many spent wasted days puking their guts out.
I'll go back in time a bit tell you about how I lost my ass virginity. Back Mr. & Mrs. Graham, who innvited over "celebrate" when I was hired by The Grapevine.
Ostensibly, it was be a barbecue, but it turned out it was who would be spit-roasted.
Mr. And Mrs. Graham greeted . By knew what a couple of 's they were, and figured something would happen.
I came in. Mrs Graham was wearing a plunging V-neck and Mr. was in a robe. They asked me what I knew about the place and what did was expected of me. I knew very well by then that I was dance naked for men.
Mr. explained that I must always shave my pubes. Mrs .had a basin of hot water ready. And....a straight razor. I stood in their living room and was undressed by them both, she unbuttoning my shirt while he unbuttoned my pants and pulled them down and off. Then he removed my shorts and felt the stubble that had grown in after the first shaving he had given not long before.
"Lay on the couch". I obeyed. He took the basin and placed it on a nearby stool. She handed him the soap and he lathered up from tits knees, paying very close attention my ass. She then knealt down and shaved my chest, belly, and pubic mound. Thje thought of having a woman like Mrs. Graham bear my genitals with a straight-razor was both frightening and delightful. Then he took the blade, turned over. He spread my bum and shaved each buttock carefully, then zero's in on my asshole, which he shaved very carefully.
He finished off by shaving my legs.
Then he dropped out of the robe and took shorts, produced a tube of lube and slathered his hands. He proceded to almost fist with the lube. Mrs. comforted by saying tat all would be fine, they've done this before. Mr. Graham slatherd up his cock and while I was talking Mrs., he picked up and flipped over, and put his cockhead near my ass. Slowly his hard weiner slid into my ass...hurt a lot at first. Hell, it hurt a lot for a whole day thereafter.
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watchers in the dark
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Posted:Feb 1, 2021 5:49 pm
Last Updated:Mar 7, 2021 10:51 pm 522 Views
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I will initiate kissing a man if he is "womanly" - I dont normally go for obviously gay men, as I do prefer them straight acting and straight looking. The exception is a tranny, when I am in the mood for "a chick with a dick". But if the man is beautiful and has fine features, I will gladly be the sexual aggressor, and initiate intimacy with a deep kiss followed by feeling his cock in his pants.If a man is masculine, I allow him be the aggressor - I like a man kiss if he is so inclined, and I really and truly love that first minute if hand genital contact, when he either undoes my pants set my cock free, or when he slides his hands down my belly and into my pants. I love the feel of a man's rough hands on my clittie and ballsac
Physically, I fall somewhere in between "Masculine" and "Effeminate" and I no longer try look gay, - I did try look as homo as possible when I was a slutty younger man, but I am definitely no longer a young twink anymore. When I was young, men seemed pick up on my sexual preferences and I was accosted and felt up in public, kissed, and propositioned. Rarely, however, did a man try take by force as I am a six footer with enough means repel unwanted advances. However, there were rarely advances made that were "unwanted" - I wanted cock night and day and always.I loved it rough, and would take on any new sexual adventure.
But I'm older now...
I met a guy through one of the websites that I frequent and found that he lived one subdivision over from me. We exchanged emails at PM and agreed meet at the local pub at ii. I walked the 7 minutes the place while he drove. We met at , and by midnight we were 69'ing each other on the floor of his customized mid-90's Astro van.
Do you like 69? I LOVE ...
Anyways, along comes Covid and a huge wet blanket falls on my sexual adventures. We stayed in touch by email and one evening in August this year, on the night of a full moon we met at The Buccaneer (the local pub) again. I walked as usual and I saw his van pull up outside
We each had a glass of Pale Ale and as it was a beautiful moonlit night we decided to go for a walk in nearby Garry Point Park, right on the ocean. We strolled, and talked and enjoyed the unusual beauty of the seaside at full moon, and when we got to the point where there is a lookout view of the Islands in the strait, we stopped - he grabbed me and kissed me deeply and slid his hands down into my pants with enough enthusiasm to actually pop a belt loop off my pants. He was really working my cock and balls. So I slid my hands into his pants to feel his juicy big cock was wet with pre-cum. I stroked him until he came.
I don't cum as quickly - I do recall that I swallowed a whole lot of his cum when we 69'd in the spring, before he took a load from me several minutes later.
Anyways, after he came he pulled my pants further down right there in the moonlight and really savaged my man meat. When it was all over, we kissed, did up our unbuttoned shirts and pants, and walked away.
I smelled Marijuana, and noticed that there were in their early mid teens in behind a dune who were apparently there smoking weed and watching us through this whole thing. I hope they enjoyed the man on man show.
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I love lay back and have a man grind his naked hard cock onto mine until he cums.
I also love to be on top and grind my hard cock along the full length of his hard dink until I cum hot blobs of cum all over his man meat.
I imagine what you might be like and think about whether or not I could do this with you on a first date, as we are getting to know each other.
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Horny 19 year old on a bus
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Posted:Apr 1, 2020 7:52 pm
Last Updated:Feb 8, 2021 5:07 pm 2585 Views
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It was a warm Winnipeg summer Sunday, and I was a crowded bus, headed home from staying at a friends place overnight. I had a light bomber jacket , and tight bluejeans, as was the style in the late 80's. I was also commando.
A man shuffled by and bumped his crotch into as he passed by. quite subtly, actually - but I sensed something else. he was a rather attractive guy in his late 30's- coulda been late 40's even...hard tell. Stocky, curly dark hair....the type I liked.
I looked over at him. He looked back. Eyes met - I smiled. He smiled slyly.
I thought little else about it.
But there he was again, behind me...again. Slippery bugger...I didnt see him move.
He bumped me in the ass again, and moved his head as if motion move along. .
He bumped the back of the bus. It was crowded, no one could really see what was going on.
He reached around and ran his hand along the length of my cock,,,so slowly.
I sprung an immediate hard-on as his hand followed my cock move in my pants.
I looked around. No one was paying any attention us.
He grabbed my cock and squeezed it hard....Very hard. It felt wonderful.
As I was "commando". he could really get a good handful.
He mauled my balls and continued fondle my cock, the while rubbing his hard dick into my ass and then turned face him and he ground his meat into mine for at least two minutes.
Not a word was spoken.
Then suddenly, he turned around and moved to an exit and got off the bus, smilingh at me as he left.
I watched him walk as the bus moved .
this day, decades later, I regret not having gotten off the bus with him.
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