May
24

Hand Job… on a Chicken Bus!!!

It started out like any other transportation day my alarm going off early (5:45am to be exact) and me dreading to get out of bed. After spending about 2 weeks in Guatemala, I was ready to make my way to Mexico. If you’ve read my Diary of Transportation Day you know why I hate transportation days. Well little did I know that this one would be completely different?

This is a shot of a classic "Chicken Bus" in Central America. You grow to love them a lot.

After hitting the snooze button a few times, finally getting out of bed, getting my shit together and catching the local collectivo to the bus terminal (I guess I can call them that… all the buses just meet at the market) I made it right on time (7am) for my chicken bus to La Mesilla (border town with Mexico). It was pretty much empty so I was excited that I could pick my seat and make it a decent one at that. I knew I had a 4 hour ride from Quetzaltenango too La Mesilla so along the way we would be picking up more people.

 

Finally about an hour into the ride the bus was starting to get full, but the seat next to me was still empty. Just when I was starting to wonder why no one was sitting next to me in walked a beautiful clean-cut man. He had to have been about my height (short) skinny and very well toned arms with nice pecs (just how I like them) wearing some aviator sunglasses. My gaydar went off right away and I thought “please sit next to me”. He didn’t look at me but looked my way and sat right next to me.

As I was sitting there I kept thinking “OMG HE IS SO CUTE I JUST WANNA TOUCH HIM”. As the bus ride progressed and the chicken bus going like crazy every one sliding back and forth in every direction I noticed something weird. I kept feeling his leg purposely touching my leg so I of course started making my leg touch his as well. We did that for a few minutes. While doing that I would look at him while I knew he was not looking and then he would look at me when I was not looking, but I could see him from the corner of my eyes. I thought “okay he must gay because I know no straight man would be doing this on a chicken bus in Guatemala”.

Sometimes Chickens Buses are this full & sometimes not as much. Lucky for me this time it was not as full & this was able to happen.

We played footsies for a little bit and then he crossed his arms so that his hands could touch my arm. I thought “awww so cute let me do that too and then we could hold hands”. So I of course crossed my arms and our fingers start touching slightly. We did that for a little bit and then finally our fingers locked and we held them there for a little bit. I then freaked out and thought to myself “Jaime what if he is doing this to lure you in and then beat up or something?” I let go of his hand immediately and acted as if nothing happened, I held the rail instead. I saw him look at me, but I ignored it. Then a few minutes later I felt a hand touching my side, I thought “okay if he was going to hurt me he would have done it by now”. So I too put my hand on the side and start touching his side. This goes on for a little bit.

Then I see him look at me and then down at his crotch. I’m thinking in my head “what the fuck”??? He does it a few times so I finally look at his crotch and I see some pre-cum on his jeans. I am thinking “oh wow that’s hot, but what does he want me to do”???

He then unties the sweater he had tied around his waste and holds it up between him and the seat in front so no one could see what’s going on in our seat. I started thinking “omg this guy is crazy I know I have been scandalous in Manuel Antonio and Isla de Ometepe, but no I cannot do this on a chicken bus”. All the while I can see that he has a huge erection going on all the while I do too. I look around make sure no one is looking, I check the seat behind me and the 3 guys behind me are dead asleep. I say “okay Jaime just live a little and go for it”.

Just in time for this post. Upon arriving in Oaxaca you can get a since that it is a very sexual city. All over the markets people sell Penises in all shapes & sizes & also of religious figures. I took a few pictures for this blog post.

So I finally get the nerve reach over and grab his dick through his jeans. I grabbed it and was very pleased it was big and thick. As the bus started swerving I just held onto it and that is how the stroking began. I realized then how easy it is to stroke a penis through jeans so I just kept stroking it left and right, right and left. I did this for a few minutes and kept thinking “well hell I want him to grab my dick too but fuck I am wearing my money belt… that is not going to work out great”. I thought to myself “damn it Jaime you never wear your money belt but today you had too”. I continued to stroke his dick he then motioned me to put my hand inside his jeans. I thought “yeah I would love to feel it, but um that is IMPOSSIBLE to do on this bus my hand can not bend enough to go into your jeans with out you unbuttoning them and unzipping them and yeah we are not doing that here so I will continue to do this like we are doing it”. The bus continued to swerve through the mountains; so as it would I used it as an excuse to hold his dick hard and continue to masturbate it.

I saw that the spot of pre-cum just get bigger in his jeans, but luckily he did not climax that would have been messy. I thought “wow what if we have the same stop maybe we can talk then and find a place to mess around?”.  I was still stroking his penis I could see that he was enjoying it a lot. This went on for about 5-10 minutes then out of nowhere he dropped the sweater I removed my hand. He tied it back around his waist. I heard the ayudante say “parada Las Vegas” I look out the window a big store called “Las Vegas” in the middle of no where he then got out like nothing.

I looked at him through the window, but he never looked back. All I could see is that he had a huge grin on his face. I thought to myself well I hope he enjoyed it as much as I did, but it sucks he left me with blue balls. The bus continued on, my erection died down and I couldn’t stop laughing. I couldn’t believe that I gave a “Hand Job… on a Chicken Bus!!!”. I aslo couldn’t believe this went on for about an hour and the entire time we did not say a single word to each other or even make eye contact. The rest of my day though was not as awesome it took me about 8 more hours to make it to San Cristobal de Las Casas.

Even now over a week later I still giggle because I cannot believe this actually happened. I mean I know I have done same crazy things on my trip so far, but I would have never thought of doing this on a chicken bus. As crazy as chicken buses are for some reason though everything worked out in our favor to allow this to happen. This reminded me of the first time I arrived in Panama City and a random guy asked to see my penis. I do not know why but I am starting to think the gay men in Central America are very forward about what they wanna do when they spot another “family” member.

For those of you following me on Twitter I know y’all have been waiting for this story so there you have it… this is it! I am giggling writing this but shoot away with any question or comment you have about this incident (same goes for anyone who reads this). What do you think… would you ever do something like this or have you??? Let me know below…

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Comments

  1. Positively hilarious! Getting scandalous on a chicken bus…LOL…I am now going to read your entire blog. Thank you for being awesome by being candid and real….I love that I read this!!!

    • Jaime Davila says:

      Bajajaja… I love that people still comment on this story. I’m glad you enjoyed it and hope you enjoy the rest of my blog Tara.

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