Travelling by public transport in rural Jamaica back in my youth was a recipe for some innocent looking gay flirting, grinding and fumbling right before the doubting homophobe's eyes without them having a clue; I think.
Example 1
1970s Ford Transit vans were a popular means of transport to and from school. These vans would packed like sardine cans and more.
So too the coaster buses but Ford Transit was where the thrill of crotch vs shoulder thrived daily. Taking the aisle seat meant some guy's crotch was rubbing against my shoulder unavoidably. If it was a female standing next to me I normally gave up my seat.
But guys would innocently (I initially thought) rub their crotch on my shoulder and thrust was more exciting and intimate whenever the van was negotiating some sharp rural corner. Here even when sitting you clinging for dear life given the driver thought he was in car chase scene from the Rockford Files.
But the guy standing up had no choice but plant their well covered dick on you. The gradual transformation of that stranger's whood from soft to semi hard and ureka did wonders for my bag covered dick.
No words exchanged but we knew a code was happening
Jamaica gay life like many other aspects is all about code.
On occasions that initiation rub down passage moment would lead to a back seat fumble on a subsequent trip or as the bus gradually emptied out. Or even better if the person at the window seat is getting off and me taking their place and the cock rubber is sitting next to me for the remainder of the ride. Thus beginning a session of footsie
Example 2
During the 1980s packed taxi rides especially in those Ladas and Hillman Hunters were something else back then.
Built generally to hold 4 passengers yet these taxis would suck in up to 8 of us.
Some taxi drivers would also squeeze an extra passenger into the driver's seat itself. Generally good looking females had such privileges.
There was this popular taxi driver called Frank who would direct me to squeeze into his seat between him and the gear stick.
Frank had a suped-up tinted Hillman Hunter stacked with a music system, small fan and a power steering.
At 18 I was tall for my age group at 5ft 11 and Frank was around 5ft 5 and in his 40s.
Me being a long legged skinny thing and Frank with love handles in the right areas made us a tight couple on that sweaty drivers seat.
These were the days when it was a free for all on Jamaican roads. Taxi drivers drank alcohol whilst driving, stopped at a bar for quick one half way into the journey and parked where ever they liked.
"Come dis side yute" Frank would say if the car is over full to capacity. Despite the sardine-tin nature of the travel I felt Frank was "safe" on the road hence he was choice number 1 for me.
What was I on?
I literally had to put my right arm behind Frank's head and relax. Trying my best not to run my hand over his head.
This closeness to a male in such a public setting was equally paranoic and thrillling
I began to think ..
Was Frank a "suspect?"...(one of our gay code terms then. "System of the project" was another one)
"Was he putting out the feelers?"
"What were the passengers thinking seeing me this close to Frank?"
Then one Friday afternoon coming home in Frank's usual over loaded taxi. We were caught in heavy traffic made worse by the torrential weather and me in the cockpick seat with Frank.
Thus a journey that would normally take 30 minutes was now to add a further 90 minutes to negotiate the treacherous substandard road conditions.
I was getting so aroused and my document folder on my lap was doing its utmost to cover up any unusual but natural upliftment.
Something about rain and sexuality that always does it for me and I was feeling it.
The packed car and overcast setting made me being so close to Frank's heart pounding.
Frank's left elbow brushed my stiff hard on and his left foot rubbed my left one in a more deliberate fashion.
Despite Jamaica having a reputation for land, wood, water and homophobia I was never one to toe any traditional line.
The steam and our closeness meant Frank and we were releasing sweat mutually on each other.
I was playing internal windscreen wiper to clear the mist and rubbing against was Frank again.
The rain water was reaching such higher levels on the road which was tricky for Frank's car given the over loading weight.
So Frank flagged down a bus going in the same direction and suggested us passengers switch rides.
All took Frank's advice and jumped on the bus except me. The "code" between us was set as I moved across to the front passenger seat.
As Frank and headed off slowly in his heavily tinted car I rubbed my right hand along his car as he touched my right thigh whilst shifting gears.
Whenever we reached a standstill in the traffic Frank moved his hand over crotch and to see my reaction.
"Tek it (dick) out let me feel it prentice"
Frank was taken aback by my large thick cock and I pulled back the foreskin as he played with its precum tip.
Frank admitted despite being married that he was into guys from school days and his first gay sexual encounter was with a classmate.
Frank said he picked up my vibe after the 2nd time I sat with him and noticed my hard on.
Frank then turned off into a side road but left the engine running and had a sniff and taste of my cock.
This lasted less than 5 minutes before Frank headed back into the heavy traffic knowing this was the shape of things to come.
Much to the anger of some female passengers I became Frank's co-chair companion especially coming home.
The fondle between us would get more risky for those journeys home.
Happy days.
One day I caught Frank's taxi with a female friend and we squashed into the back.
Frank chaperoned a slim guy into his seat. I was a bit jealous but quickly came to my senses.
"The cheeky bugger" - I thought
Then my female mate whispered that there rumours that Frank was a "bee man".
"Really?" I said but my head was wondering if Frank knew about such rumours and whether my name was mentioned."
Such packed taxis is thankfully no longer allowed
Today, certain drivers of mini buses and taxis have big signs up stating "women" only in the front seat!
Lol
Frank was such an influence on local gay life back then. He even ran a gayish discreet bar that was flowed successfully under the radar of the locals for 15 years and attracted guys from all walks.
More on that in a later but much shorter post.
Hopefully
