Dick Stroker

Being at the wrong place at the wrong time. How often these unfortunate events occur. Some people say chance--whatever happens, happens. Others say fate. Fuck that. Then explain to me why I'm always wondering "why's this shit always happening to me?" Let's start from the beginning.

I decided to visit my friend over the New Year's weekend in Boston. The exact dates were a given, but the bus times? I had a whole list to choose from. 10 AM from New York on Thursday and 10 AM from Boston on Sunday sounded good. I paid for the tickets, and my schedule was all set and finalized.

I had a nice weekend. 10 AM Sunday, I'm in line waiting to board the bus to go back. That was the plan. But there it was, a shift in the space-time continuum. The bus was fucking late. Fucking Greyhound. I should've stuck with the tried and true Chinatown Bus, even if it could cost me my life. Hell I would risk it over what I had to endure this day. So we depart at 10:30 AM. Whatever, nothing I can do about that. Now here is where it gets complicated.

The bus could've gone slower or preferably faster, made a rest stop, hit another vehicle, I don't give a fuck. Just as long it wasn't at that place at that time. The perpetrator in question could've done the same thing with his car. Rush hour traffic could've slowed either one of the vehicles down. The traffic flow could've prevented the two vehicles from eventually being side to side. If the bus wasn't a charter bus and was lower to the ground like city buses and level with the car, I wouldn't have seen a goddamn thing. If I didn't choose a window seat and opted for the aisle seat instead for my long legs. If I had chosen an earlier or later time to go back. If the fucking bus came on time. If that faggot wasn't such a sick fuck. But no.

He was rubbing his cock to and fro. I didn't believe what I was seeing. I've always heard about people playing around while driving, but never have I ever seen this obscenity in person. I stared too uncomfortably long. It's like you're so shocked you can't look away. Finally after a second or two I gathered myself together and mustered the strength to look away. "Holy shit." I thought to myself. For the longest seconds of my life, the bus and car were side by side. The bus would speed up then slow down. Same with the car. Yo-yoing back and forth at my seat position! The two would just not separate. "Please God. Make this stop," my eyes closed. You think the trash would notice the towering bus next to him. I guess he doesn't care. Well I care. In fact I fucking care.

I know you all want to know, and I'll tell you before you start asking questions. Because after this, I don't want to talk about it anymore. You want the full deets you homos. His pants were down enough to expose his dick but not the sack. From my short glance, it was not hairy down there. It was not erect. However it was a chode.

I was officially scarred. This was a life changing moment. After all is said and done, I only have one thing to say. Keep your snake in its cage for fuck's sake! And fuck you God!