Sexual arousal on the bus

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As spring drew to a close, the rains became increasingly frequent. A week of continuous rain left the ground damp, and even when it wasn't raining, a hazy mist hung in the air. Li Dan stood at the bus stop, soaked to the bone by the cold rain, finally managing to catch the bus. He hurriedly squeezed on, only to be stuck in the middle of the carriage. The damp, crowded carriage made him incredibly irritable.
His computer at home had been infected with malware a few days earlier while using a brochure. Repeated reinstalls had failed, and because he couldn't bear to format the hard drive, the entire machine eventually crashed, forcing him to take it in for repairs. These past few days have coincided with the release of the renderings, forcing him to stay at the company and work overtime. His mood was incredibly bad, and the persistent gloomy weather and continuous spring rain only exacerbated his anxiety.
The car was noisy. He dragged his tired body, staring at the passing street scenes outside the window. Beside him sat a middle school student in a local school uniform, whispering something. Feeling bored and uncomfortable in the crowded car, he unconsciously started listening to their conversation.
"...Wow, so cool! Why is your thing so erect?"
"I don't know, it just got bigger when I saw you."
"...Can I touch it?"
"Oh, sure." "
...So hard, so amazing..."
"..."
A bunch of lewd high school students. Li Dan silently cursed inwardly. What's wrong with society these days? To discuss such a topic in public is outrageous! Why not just find a restroom at school and engage in this kind of thing? What kind of pleasure can one derive from disrupting social order? It's truly outrageous.
As the bus passed through the busiest part of the city, more people boarded, and Li Dan was squeezed to the very edge, almost unable to move. When the bus started moving, after a jolt, he suddenly felt something hard blocking his buttocks.
Li Dan's heart skipped a beat—were there really perverts on buses?
That hard, large object rubbed against his buttocks with the bus's movement, penetrating deep into his sensitive area. He trembled all over, unable to tell whether it was anger or excitement. Li Dan wanted to grab the person behind him and publicly humiliate him, deriving the psychological pleasure of trampling on others. However, he hadn't expected that someone as ordinary-looking as himself could be a pervert. This scene reminded him of the erotic manga about perverts on the train he'd read the night before. Savoring the erotic images, he felt a surge of excitement.
Suddenly, he felt that even if the person was ugly, it didn't matter. He didn't need to marry him and look at him every day; being well-endowed and skilled in bed was the key. If this person dared to cut open his trousers and underwear on the train and penetrate him directly, he'd probably be so excited he'd want to ejaculate immediately. The problem was that the hard object only rubbed back and forth with the car sex, but didn't make any further movements.
Li Dan couldn't help but moan and groan a few times, mimicking the actions in erotic comics, shifting his weight onto the handrail, lowering his waist, arching his buttocks, and actively rubbing against it. Sure enough, when he started to move, the hard object behind
him suddenly froze, no longer moving. He chuckled inwardly; since he dared to sexually harass a stranger, he was now backing down in fear, how useless. While laughing inwardly, Li Dan used his free hand to grab the hand swinging behind him, pressing it to his crotch, and manipulating it to rub his penis through the fabric.
Feeling increasingly hot all over, he closed his eyes, experiencing the surging and receding sensations with the rise and fall of the bus. Just then, he heard some faint sounds, seemingly from the two high school students again.
"...What are they doing..."
"...I don't know...they seem to be enjoying it..."
He felt his penis had become quite swollen, but he had to go to work later and hadn't brought any spare pants—what a hassle. It was all that bus pervert's fault, so disgusting.
As he grasped the man's hand to unzip his pants and reach into his underwear, the warm, tall body behind him pressed closer, whispering in his ear—
"Sir...you...you..."
The man stammered, his voice tinged with embarrassment. Li Dan felt disgusted by the man's sudden affectation and turned around to see a bespectacled man in a gray suit and blue tie. He looked incredibly refined, completely different from the sleazy train guy he'd imagined; he looked like the protagonist in those gay romance novels that prey on young girls.
"...Excuse me, could you let go of my hand 　　?" He
followed 　　the man's other hand down and saw that he was holding a large metal umbrella. 　　"..." Li Dan swallowed hard. Just now...the one who...rubbed against him...wasn't...but...an umbrella! And then, what did he do 　　next 　　?! 　　Aa 　　... He takes this bus to work every morning at 7:15, and has worked at this company for seven years. He knows this brand of bus very well. Although many people take this bus at this time in the morning, he has never seen this man on this bus before. So, this man probably only took this bus by chance, meaning there will be no chance of meeting again. 　　No meeting means no awkwardness; after getting off the bus, they go their separate ways. At most, this man might feel disgusted about this incident on an online forum or blog after getting off the bus, but so what? It's none of his business. 　　Thinking of this, he no longer cares about the man's flustered expression. He composed himself, not even bothering to think of an excuse, and didn't care about the other man's reaction. He turned around, zipped up his pants, and waited to get off the bus, acting as if nothing had happened. 　　As soon as the train arrived at the station, he strode out of the door, head held high, and walked forward with a few people following behind him. 　　Just as he entered the company gate, he heard footsteps getting closer behind him. He glanced out of the corner of his eye—a gray figure walked to his side, bent slightly, eyelashes lowered, and slowly took out an employee card from a briefcase to clock in. 　　" 　　..." Li Dan froze, a chilling wind creeping up his spine. 　　"Aa ... The receptionist frowned and quickly called out to Li Dan, "Brother Dan, what's wrong with you so early in the morning?" 　　"...He...I..." 　　"Oh, you mean Mr. Yang?" The receptionist smiled. "Mr. Yang is our new manager in the Human Resources and Administration Department. He just started today." 　　The man smiled slightly at him, extended his hand, and said in a gentle, pleasant voice, "Hello, my name is Yang Minhua. It's a pleasure to become your colleague."

Li Dan had worked at this company for seven years, not because of the good benefits, but because he was lazy and had very poor adaptability, often taking a very long time to integrate into a new environment. So even though he constantly complained about how terrible the company was, Li Dan never chose to switch jobs.
This situation was too embarrassing; he suddenly thought of resigning, but he was too lazy to face the issue of finding a new job over such a small matter. After thinking about it, he figured it wasn't in the same department anyway. At worst, that man would think he was a pervert, but the pervert rating wouldn't affect his performance evaluation. He couldn't let him lose his performance bonus just because he was a pervert.
Thinking of this, he suddenly felt relieved.
Throughout the day, aside from introducing the new HR manager to each department and sharing a bowl of noodles, the two never encountered each other alone, whether in the restroom or the cafeteria, which reassured him. Even after seven years in the same company, it wasn't unusual to have colleagues who hadn't exchanged a single word.
He worked overtime at the company that night, rendering some drawings, before finally catching the last bus home, utterly exhausted. He planned to shower and go straight to sleep, but due to his recent addiction to online games and habit of staying up late, he couldn't fall asleep and started overthinking.
He tossed and turned, finally jerking off the covers and sitting up abruptly. He turned on the bedside lamp, grabbed a Western male erotic magazine from the bedside table, found his favorite muscular man, placed it on the sheet, pulled down his underwear, and began to masturbate.
Normally, watching these kinds of videos and indulging in a little fantasy would quickly finish and he'd fall asleep, but for some reason, no matter how much he tried, his penis remained limp and dangling. The more he tried, the more frustrated he became, until finally he angrily threw the magazine to the floor, grabbed a pillow, buried his face in it, and felt a strange, sullen anger rising within him.
"...Sir, excuse me, could you...let go of my hand?"
The man's voice suddenly echoed in his mind. It was like a man whispering in his ear in the quiet of the night.
Suddenly, his face flushed.
His hand couldn't help but climb up his buttocks, probing deep into his anus, and began to rub it vigorously. He fantasized about a refined and handsome man molesting him on the bus.
"Look at you, you slut, shaking your ass so shamelessly in broad daylight, and you really want... me to fuck you?"
"Mmm... ahh... no..." Li Dan cried and begged, his voice hoarse, "...don't do this... please..."
The man's voice was soft and gentle, yet he spoke extremely humiliating words, constantly insulting him. Then, from behind, he pulled down his pants and brutally assaulted him, thrusting into his body wave after wave.
Some people on the bus saw it and started talking. He was both scared and excited, and his penis became erect, but the other person held it down to prevent him from ejaculating first.
"...Ah...Min Hua...don't...uh...Min Hua..."
Lost in his fantasy of being raped, Li Dan finally released the semen he had accumulated over the past few days. Afterwards, he felt completely exhausted, his body feeling like it was falling apart.
Li Dan collapsed onto the bed and fell into a deep sleep.
As a result, he almost overslept for work the next day and was still late even after finally making it to the company. Then came another day of agonizing work, working overtime until dark. His mood was at its lowest point, a mix of self-loathing and a desire for revenge against society. Finally, he managed to finish all the engineering drawings by 9:15 PM.
Taking a final sip of coffee, he forced himself to lift his stiff, corpse-like body and headed towards the restroom at the end of the corridor.
Just as he stepped out, he looked down and saw something on the floor. Upon closer inspection, he realized it was a work ID. He wondered who had left it behind, thinking to himself how unlucky it was to have such a brain-dead colleague.
He cursed inwardly, bent down, picked it up, and held it up to the corridor light. The photo on it showed a handsome man with refined features, and below it was his department title and name.
"Yang Minhua?"
Even the ID was printed so neatly and precisely; he must be burning his beard.
Li Dan grumbled a few times, his resentment growing stronger. He thought about going to Yang Minhua's office tomorrow morning, throwing the photo in his face, humiliating him, and embarrassing him in front of his subordinates. But no matter how much he mentally rehearsed the scenario, he knew he wouldn't dare do it in the end, not even face Yang Minhua. He'd probably just hand it over to him at the front desk.
At this hour, he was probably the only one left in the entire company building, along with the security guard on night duty at the entrance.
Swinging his work ID strap with one hand, he yawned as he walked into the innermost toilet stall. After relieving himself, he hesitated for a moment when he saw his work ID hanging on it earlier. The stall
was empty now, and his mind started racing; he wanted to do something he'd long wanted to do—masturbate in the company environment.
This familiar setting always made him feel incredibly excited. Remembering how he couldn't even get into his favorite pornographic film yesterday, now, in the company restroom watching Yang Minhua's film, he suddenly felt a surge of excitement, as if his entire body had been electrified.
Yang Minhua, whom he had humiliated on the bus, had forced him into the restroom to further humiliate him in order to vent his anger. With people coming and going outside, Yang Minhua forced him to perform oral sex, a process filled with extreme humiliation. Finally, he was forced down onto the toilet seat and subjected to rough and brutal thrusting. He could only bite down hard on his semen-covered mouth, afraid to make a sound, experiencing both pain and stimulating pleasure.
This wonderful fantasy made his penis hard again. He pressed Yang Minhua's work ID against his face, took out his penis, and poked and rubbed the face on the screen with his head, his burning eyes beginning to well up with clear liquid.
However, this wasn't enough for him. He started using his other hand to manipulate his anus, fantasizing about being penetrated by a huge object. As he stared at the screen, imagining that person violating him with disgust, he became uncontrollably excited, his whole body trembling.
“…Ah…Min Hua, so good…” he gasped, the man’s name unconsciously escaping his lips. “Ahhhhh…fuck me to death, Min Hua…fuck me to death…”
The more he spoke, the more obscene and vulgar it became, constantly calling out the man’s name. He felt increasingly exhilarated, hot sweat streaming down his back, leaving a cool sensation wherever it flowed. The sensory stimulation and the humiliation of the obscene words finally brought him to an extreme climax.
“Ha…” he gasped, exhausted after the outburst, and rested for a moment. He barely managed to lift his hand, picked up the work ID with his mouth, stood up, kicked open the door, pulled up his pants, and fastened his belt as he walked out.
Taking a deep breath, she opened her eyes and walked to the washbasin to wash her hands. As soon as she opened her eyes, a tall figure came into view.
The man stood there, stunned, his body stiff.
"..."
Li Dan's eyes widened, all her drowsiness jolted awake.
The man opposite her seemed bewildered, shifting his gaze left and right. Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed the work ID he was holding in his mouth. Upon closer inspection, she realized it was actually her own photocopy stuck to it, the photocopy still covered in an unidentified, murky, sticky liquid.
Li Dan watched as he carefully pulled the work ID out of his mouth, rinsed it briefly at the sink, dried it with a tissue, and put it back in his pocket.
Seeing that he was still standing there without moving, the person thought for a moment and then spoke.
"...What, working overtime so late?"
"..." Li Dan's face turned deathly pale. He hadn't even heard Yang Minhua speak to him properly.
He really wanted to bury his head in the sand and suffocate.
"Hehe, you too..." He forced a smile, unable to even imagine what his expression would look like.
"Yeah, something came up." Yang Minhua smiled faintly, glancing at his watch. "It's getting late. You're taking that bus too, right? Want to go back together?"
Did this guy not know the meaning of "awkward"? Li Dan was heartbroken, nodding painfully.
This post was edited by Lin Guan on 2013-03-28 07:38...
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The Shameful Unrequited Love
"...I still don't know what to call him normally?"
On the last bus, only the two of them were left.
Yang Minhua was clearly trying to ease his mood by chatting with him.
Little did he know that Li Dan was annoyed and didn't want to chat with Yang Minhua at all. What was there to talk about? He might as well just give him some life-saving cards for masturbation.
"Egg."
Li Dan muttered under his breath, resigned. He thought Yang Minhua must think he was a pervert, and he didn't care about saving face anymore. He'd better never see him again.
"...What?"
Li Dan sighed inwardly. He should just treat him like a normal colleague. He thought to himself. "...They all call me Brother Dan.
You can call me whatever you want, I don't mind." "Okay, fine. Just call me Minhua... um..." Yang 　　Minhua paused 　　, then laughed awkwardly, "You already know how to call me that...
" Aaaaaaaahh ... 　　After a long silence, Yang Minhua's lips moved, breaking the ice between them. He reached out his hand and said, "Are you...?" 　　"Wa 　　... 　　"Huh?" He froze, only realizing they had arrived when the car door opened. His face flushed instantly, and he grabbed his belongings and scrambled out of the car in a flustered manner. 　　Yang Minhua watched his hurried disappearing figure, paused slightly, and couldn't help but laugh. 　　The rain continued, accompanied by rumbling thunder. 　　Li Dan's mood grew increasingly gloomy with the arrival of the rainy season. He had become noticeably thinner and more haggard in the past week, and his colleagues and friends assumed he had suffered a painful breakup. Later, the company lunch gossip included a story of a young man addicted to online games who, after falling in love online, had his romantic partner stolen by a rich second-generation heir just when they were about to get married. 　　“…Hey!” 　　Someone in the office stood up, phone in hand, and asked, “…HR is looking for someone named Dandan, saying there’s a problem with his attendance record. Who’s going to answer the phone?” 　　No one in the entire design department was willing to stand up. The person holding the phone impatiently was about to say there was no one in their department who could answer that call and turn the call off. 　　Finally, someone reluctantly stood up. “…Are you calling me?” 　　Everyone realized what was happening, and the entire department erupted in laughter, some even pounding their fists on the table. 　　Li Dan could only sadly pick up the phone on his desk. He thought to himself, if it wasn’t important, he’d smash the caller’s phone in his head. 　　“…Hello, are you looking for Li Dan?” 　　“…Yes, Dandan.” 　　Li Dan suddenly understood why those artsy young people always said on their blogs that they wanted to die. 　　“Manager Yang…is there some misunderstanding between us?” 　　Jing Guan Li Dan’s attitude was firm, but the voice on the other end of the phone was still gentle and polite. “Dan Dan, come to the administration department when you have time and check your total overtime hours from last month with HR.” 　　Overtime is linked to salary, so it’s quite important. Plus, Yang Minhua’s voice was really pleasant to listen to, so Li Dan barely managed to endure it. 　　“Okay.” Li Dan hung up the phone, sat down, opened his online game client, put on his headphones, and prepared to form a team to vent his frustration. The people at his next table couldn’t help but laugh at him; his nickname “Egg” would soon spread throughout the company. 　　Since graduating and starting work, Li Dan had never been in a relationship, let alone had any such thoughts. He wasn't used to deep relationships, and he had no concept of a partner. The idea of having a crush was utterly absurd to him. He was just puzzled by his sudden change of taste lately. He used to be only interested in muscular men with eight-pack abs, but for some reason, his recent sexual fantasies revolved around Yang Minhua. Yang Minhua's refined and gentle type was completely out of his league. Perhaps it was just the pleasure derived from shame and humiliation. 　　Thinking this, he finally managed to procrastinate until it was time to leave work. Only then did he suddenly remember he needed to go to the administration office, but he hesitated at the door. 　　Suddenly, images of various scenes from erotic novels about after-work office scenarios flashed through his mind. He swallowed hard, but took a step back. 　　Just then, the door was pushed open, and a man came out to lock it. He then saw Li Dan's shocked face. "...Hmm? You're here?" 　　"..." 　　"She's already left. Will she come back tomorrow?" 　　"..." 　　"What's wrong?" Seeing Li Dan motionless, Yang Minhua took a few steps closer to him curiously. 　　Suddenly, his hand was grabbed and pulled back into the office. Before he could react, the man forcefully locked the door, then quickly strode up and drew all the curtains, plunging the entire office into darkness. 　　"...What is it?" 　　Yang Minhua leaned against his desk with his arms crossed, looking puzzled. 　　"...Manager Yang." Li Dan's expression turned serious. He moved closer to Yang Minhua, placing his hand on the desk behind him. 　　"You're a really strange person." His eyes sharpened as he grabbed Yang Minhua's wrist. "A normal person, after what's happened these past few days, should avoid someone like me, right? Why are you actively approaching me?" 　　This post received 3 flowers. Rating: Zong Yizhi 　　№ 51 ☆☆☆ Lin Guan on 2013-03-28 22:59 Comment ☆☆☆ 　　 Reply Back to Top 　　"Dandan, what's wrong?"

Li Dan reached over with her other eye and took off his glasses, bringing her face even closer, almost touching his. "...I want to tell you..."
"Hmm?"
An ambiguous and sentimental atmosphere filled the air. Just when Yang Minhua thought she was about to do something, Li Dan's face suddenly fell, and she pulled out her phone with teary eyes. "My idol, please record something for me."
"Huh?"
The plot suddenly took a sharp turn, and Yang Minhua was a little taken aback.
“Min Hua, you have to believe me, I’m really not a pervert… Waaaaaah, I don’t have a crush on you! I really don’t! Having a crush is shameful, it’s perverted. Besides, you already know, I’m not gay. I’m definitely not the kind of person who does things secretly!” He hugged Yang Min Hua’s waist and cried bitterly. Anyway, he was already done with it, and he felt that if this problem wasn’t solved, he would become so haggard that he would lose all his hair.
“I just… I guess I just like your face and voice! Can you give me some pictures of you naked and record a few words for me! Min Hua! I’m… I’m your fan!”
“You…” Yang Min Hua held his forehead, pulled him off him, and couldn’t speak for a long time. He sighed and nodded reluctantly, “...Okay.”
“Tell me, what are you going to record?”
“Oh yeah! I love you!” He quickly pulled out a notebook, opened it, and respectfully handed it over with both hands, his whole body trembling with excitement.
Yang Minhua opened his notebook and muttered, "You... your upper... little mouth is saying no, but your lower... little mouth is very honest..."
"What is this?" Yang Minhua frowned, "...you, this tormenting... little devil?...My proud self-control...? What nonsense is this?"
"Stop babbling! Hurry! My idol, I love you! Quickly get your emotions in order and say it out loud!" "
...What emotions?"
"It's... um, it's that 'wicked smile' feeling!"
"What is that?"
Li Dan was anxious and put down his phone, which was ready to press the record button at any moment. He cupped Yang Minhua's face in his hands and started pulling at the corners of his mouth, making Yang Minhua both laugh and cry. Finally, when the pain became unbearable, he simply opened his mouth and bit the finger that was inside.
This action felt like the sky was falling and the world was exploding in Li Dan's mind.
"...You...you...what are you doing?"
"Ughhhhhh...!" He was terrified and hurriedly pulled his hands back, pointing a trembling finger at Yang Minhua, "You...you're so disgusting!"
"...This is so disgusting!" Li Dan didn't know how to describe the feeling of goosebumps all over his body, "...you...you're not allowed to lick your fingers except in special circumstances like when you're acting in a pornographic film!"

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