Bus-Stop to Bedroom: Mohamed Lets Me BJ & Ride

I’m closeted, but that day at the bus stop I felt a spark with Mohamed — a sporty neighbor with an easy smile. We chatted on the way home, traded numbers, and later kept texting. The vibe was flirty, clear, and adult: if we linked up, it would be fully consensual and just between us.

That night, Mohamed called to hang out. I came over; we talked, laughed, and the signals were mutual. He asked if I wanted to try — I said yes. We kissed slow, hands explored, and I got on my knees. He stayed still and let me set the pace while I took him deeper, coming up for air and keeping eye contact so he knew I was into it.

When I asked to take it further, he checked in and eased me onto all fours. He slid in gradually, pausing so I could breathe and relax. The stretch hit, then it turned to pure pleasure. We found a rhythm — steady, then stronger — and he kept checking that I was good as I opened up and took more.

We went long and slow, then faster when I asked. I loved feeling his abs flex against my back and his hands on my hips guiding me. When he was close, he warned me; I nodded to keep going. He finished hard, and I loved every second of it. Now we link up in private from time to time — just two adults, clear boundaries, and a lot of heat.