Date: Wed, 29 Aug 2007 13:56:15 -0700 (PDT) From: Rob Hoek Subject: Boy Alone (2) Brett watched as the strong arms of the bus driver skillfully maneuvered the large vehicle, the knurly biceps flexing as he cranked the large steering wheel sharply to his right, turning the bus, to enter between the wide gates of the bus company's parking and maintenance facility. Once inside the outer perimeter, the man deftly guided the bus toward the immense building at the rear of the yard, and reined it to a stop in front of what was probably the largest, and widest, rollup door that Brett had ever seen. Reaching his hand to the visor above his position, the man pressed a button on a remote control device that was mounted there, and the huge door sprang to life, lifting on its tracks to a fully open position. The drive throttled the bus, and moved it forward, entering the cavernous building behind the door. Once fully inside, the man again fingered the remote, and Brett could hear the groaning of the huge door as it once more settled into its closed position. That accomplished, the driver moved slowly forward, again deftly steering the huge vehicle toward the very back area of the dimly lit building, until he had reached his desired location, where he again wheeled the big steering wheel over sharply, causing Brett to slid along the smooth seat a little bit. He jammed the brakes, and noisily shifted into reverse, then, backed into a wide parking space, where he again stabbed the air brakes, and the bus ground to a halt, as the driver turned off the key, and the rumbling of the bus's motor died away. Turning part way in his seat, the man smiled at Brett, as his wide hand snaked out to grip the boy's bare thigh, giving it a squeeze, before running his thick fingers up, and onto the front of Brett's little shorts, where he fondled his tumescent penis. Chuckling lewdly, the man winked at Brett, and said, "Damn kid...nice...you're half hard again already...it has got to be great being as young and horny as you teen boys all are...always ready to let go with one of those creamy loads of sweet young cum...!" Brett gasped, as the man's thick fingers coaxed his boyhood back into full erection in a matter of seconds, and he looked down, his eyes settling on the man's hand groping the seriously stretched crotch of the much too small shorts he wore. He flinched sharply, as the man shifted his grip, and clamped down on his tender little balls, and the man chuckled again, his stubby fingers poking at the small orbs, as he said, "Sorry kid...guess I'm a little over-excited here...didn't mean to hurt your cute little jewels...but don't sweat it...in a minute or two `Ol Bill is gonna spend plenty of time kissing that little sac for you, and I promise to make everything better than anything you have ever experienced in your whole young life!" Brett giggled nervously, at the same time feeling excited to experience the promised ecstasy the older man kept referring to, even though he was somewhat nervous at being so very alone with this stranger, a situation that he had been warned away from countless times. He shifted his gaze up to meet the man's eyes, and the man gave him yet another of the winks that he seemed so fond of delivering, so Brett smiled coyly, waiting for the mans next move. As if reading the boy's mind, the man stood then, and Brett for the first time was acutely aware of his size, and bulk, and it flashed through his mind how easily this large and well muscled man could seriously hurt him if he chose to. He stayed completely still, watching the towering man, as he extended his arm, and closed his hand around Brett's bicep, and tugged him to his feet. The top of Brett's head reached to about the mid-point of the man's chest, and he felt the man again put gentle pressure on his upper arm, propelling him into the aisle, and then toward the rear of the bus. Brett moved along the aisle, the man very close behind him, and he gasped, as he suddenly felt the man's large hand gripping the firm mounds of his butt, as he muttered, "Sweet little ass, kid...damn...just barely a handful...this just keeps getting better...a perfect little kid-cock and balls, and this pretty little ass, all rolled up in one package...damn kid, me and you are gonna make this big old bus rock, big time...!" Brett had an idea of what some men apparently liked about small and well formed young boy butts, having liberally surfed the internet for sites that offered seemingly endless photographs posted depicting the lurid acts, and he suddenly wondered about just how big of a cock this giant of a man might have tucked away inside the baggy uniform pants that he wore. Before Brett could finish the thought, he gasped, startled by the man suddenly sliding his large hands into the satiny skin of his hairless underarms, and lifting him off his feet as if he weighed nothing. The bus driver said nothing as he picked the slender boy up bodily, and placed him in a standing position on the wide rear seat of the bus, then gripped his shoulders, and turned him to face him. Brett stood stock still, his heart racing in his chest, as he watched the man look him over, head to toe, and then reach out his beefy hands to boldly yank at the little shorts, peeling them down his coltish legs, and off his feet. He stepped back slightly, tossing Brett's shorts onto the seat behind him, as he once more took a moment to carefully examine the now naked boy's lean body. "You are fucking beautiful, boy, do you understand just how perfect you are...all of you...!" he murmured softly, the gentleness of the voice belying the bulk of the man it belonged to. Brett made no reply, unsure of the suggestion that he was actually "beautiful," being that he was, after all, a boy, and everyone knows that boys are not considered "beautiful," that being a term more readily applied to girls. He watched carefully, aware that he was trembling slightly, even though it was very warm inside the bus, as the wide hands moved again, coming toward him, and he gasped again as the man laid one hand on his chest, stroking him gently, as the other one closed around his very erect penis, and squeezed it. "Jesus kid...it's fucking amazing...your so smooth, and your skin is like silk...so soft, and without a freeking blemish, or a hair...and this pretty little cock of yours...hard as nails, and at the same time, smooth as satin...fuck...I could touch you forever...!" Yet another gasp escaped the boy, as the man's blunt fingers slid across his tiny nipples, one, and then the other, back and forth, as the other hand began a slow and steady stroking of his rigid penis, the fat thumb passing repeatedly across the glassy smooth little mushroom head, tugging open the tiny slit that centered it. He shuddered, the sensations washing over his slender body, and the man chuckled, aware that he had the boy reeling with building excitement. "Good boy, kid...that's it...just let yourself enjoy it..."Ol Bill is going to make this sweet little body sing...gonna show it all to you before we are finished...and you're going to fucking love it, too...sweet little boy like you was made for this stuff...!" Brett shuddered again, and continued to watch, fascinated by seeing the big man's hands working his young body, fingering his sensitive nipples, and rubbing his aching penis, as the intense sensations continued to build throughout his trembling little body. A low groan erupted from his throat as the man released his turgid erection, and suddenly moved to cup his plump little scrotum, the thick fingers nudging the grape-sized nuggets within, as the fingers of his other hand pinched firmly on his nipple, the action sending an instantaneous jolt of a nearly electric feeling shooting through his tender balls, adding to the sensation of the man rolling them in his fingers. "Oh boy....ohhh jeez...!" chirped Brett, sucking in a big gulp of air. "Nice, huh kid...I just knew these hot little girly-tits were gonna be charged...sensitive as hell...just like a girls tits...hell, if wasn't for these cute little sperm pools, and that pretty little kid-cock, you coulda made a hell of a hot little pussy, for sure...oh yea...pretty as hell...soft, and smooth like a pretty little girl...definitely...but ya know, kid...these sweet little nuts, and that kid-cock, make it a hundred times better than if ya had one of those nasty cunt holes down here...oh yea...this...all of this...is way better for sure!" Brett was nearly dizzy with the combination of overwhelming sensations flooding through his slim body, and he wasn't really registering the man's non-stop dialogue, as he closed his eyes, and savored the multitude of amazing feelings. He gasped loudly then, his eyes snapping wide, and he looked down, gasping again, as the big man dropped deftly to his knees on the floor of the bus, and leaned in to engulf his throbbing penis fully into his warm, wet mouth. Staggering slightly, Brett struggled to maintain his balance with the precarious perch on the bus seat, and his hands shot forward to grip the man's large head, and his ragged breath caught in his throat, nearly gagging him, as the man began expertly sucking his rampant penis, and then, his tender balls as well, his large mouth apparently capable of engulfing the total of Brett's boy parts simultaneously. Brett clamped his eyes shut again, and rocked up onto his toes, the sensations emanating from his drooling boyhood driving him crazy with lust as the man tongued his young balls, and sucked his aching little cock. He groaned again, sensing the man releasing his tight little pouch, as he took the entire four inches of his penis into his throat, while the pair of huge hands encircled his slender frame, and clamped firmly onto the taut little mounds of his bubble butt, kneading the firm pillows of flawless flesh, as one thick finger invaded his crease, and stabbed at his tiny pucker. Back and forth the big man moved, rhythmically sucking the young penis, as he worked his hands over the boy's stunning little ass, and probed his core with a wide finger. Brett was panting now, a cadence of small mewing sounds emerging steadily from his pleasure racked body, as the man expertly pushed the limits of his ability to absorb it all. His only conscious thought, and that barely managed to override the torrent of sensation he was experiencing, was that the man had been absolutely right when he had promised him an earth shattering experience once they reached the bus barn, and his young brain was struggling mightily to absorb the absolute flood of new feelings that coursed through him. No sooner had the boy digested that thought, then his full attention was once more jolted back to the man, and his actions, as the man suddenly released his oozing penis from his mouth, and one large hand moved to the center of his chest, then pushed, causing Brett to tumble down onto the seat on his back, his smooth legs splaying widely. Startled by the suddenness of the move, Brett watched the man closely, as he briefly ran his big hands over the smooth boy's chest, and tummy, then gently pinched the fluid soaked head of his penis, then, the large hands gripped the boy's slim hips, and effortlessly flipped him over onto his stomach. "Oh fuck...look at this perfect little ass...Jesus kid...I gotta taste that pretty little winky of yours.....oh fuck yea...!" grunted the man, and Brett craned his neck to look back over his shoulder just in time to watch the man firmly grip each of his butt cheeks, and tug them apart, as he moved forward until his flushed face was almost touching his butt. He paused then, still muttering something that Brett couldn't understand, and then, shocking the boy so that he actually yelped loudly, the man slid out his tongue, and licked over his butt hole! Not only the once, but again and again, the man lapped the flat of his tongue back and forth over the stunned boy's hole, and Brett quickly surrendered to the amazing sensation of it, letting his head fall onto his folded arms on the slightly dank smelling bus seat. He could scarcely believe that the man was actually licking him in such an intimate, and forbidden place, much less fathom the why of it, and, for all of his scandalous internet surfing, he had never encountered even a hint of such an act being administered. His jumbled thoughts on the matter were suddenly dashed completely, when the man actually managed to penetrate his tiny opening with his rolled tongue, and push it right up inside his tightly gripping tunnel, and then, began moving it in, and out. Brett groaned loudly, the sincere shock of what the man was doing, and where, mixing with the sudden explosion of intense sensation that raked his trembling body, and he let out a surprised yelp of pain, when the man worked one of his thick, and stubby fingers inside him along with his tongue. Brett squirmed on the bench seat, trying to pull forward, and away from the discomfort, and sudden feeling of fullness that registered in his butt, but the man pressed the palm of his large hand into the small of his back, keeping him from moving, as he drew his tongue out of the boys tender chute, followed by his probing finger. He planted a series of wet licks, and kisses on the perfectly formed little ass that bucked in front of him, and then retreated, as he said, "Ob baby-boy...you not only look, and feel delicious, you taste even better...peaches and cream...and so goddamned tight...christ....somebody is going to need to scrape you off the ceiling of this fucking bus when I get finished with your sweet little ass boy...now, you just stay right where you are while `Ol Bill gets out of these fucking clothes...oh baby...this is gonna be so fucking good...you are going to love it, trust me....! Brett felt the weight of the man come off him, as he got to his feet, and he rolled onto his side, turning to watch the man, as he tugged at his uniform, first the shirt, and then the pants, which he quickly dispatched onto the seat alongside Brett's little shorts. Brett's eyes went wide, as his gaze dropped to the small briefs the man was wearing, the y-front of which was grossly distended by what had to be a massive, and rigidly erect man cock, and pendulous balls. The man caught him looking, and chuckled, as his hands moved to push the briefs down his hairy legs, freeing his dripping manhood, and the low hanging pouch of his hairy, and very large balls. Brett stared at the immense tube of rigid flesh, easily over twice the length, and thickness of his own meager appendage, and the man flexed it, causing the huge cock to bounce, and the heavy sac to swing beneath it. He gulped, blinking several times, then, formed his lush lips into an oval of surprise, as he uttered, his voice cracking badly, `Oh wow...it's huge, Mister....jeez....!" The man preened proudly, swinging his hips slightly to create more swinging movement in his bouncing erection, and causing his heavy balls to slap against his hairy thighs, as he chuckled, and said, "You bet it is, kid...'Ol Bill puts most of them to shame, for sure...and little buddy, it's all for you tonight...oh yea...all for you...'Ol Bill is definitely gonna fuck that hot little ass of yours, and you are gonna be begging me for more when I'm finished!" Brett's eyes went wider still, as he eyed the mammoth penis, and recalled the stinging flash of the pain that the mans much smaller finger had caused when he had pushed it in and out of his tiny hole, and he instinctively curled his slender young body into a fetal position as he tried to imagine that huge stalk moving up inside his slim body. The man leaned over then, and retrieved his pants, then fumbled briefly with them, before again dropping them onto the seat. Straightening, he smiled at the nervous boy, and held aloft a small bottle, as he told him, "Think of this as your lucky day, kid...'Ol Bill had some plans for later tonight, so I just happen to have some good lube with me...this will make things a whole lot more fun for you than without it would have been...not that it would have mattered...lube or not, `Ol Bill would definitely have fucked that sweet little hole of yours, hurt or not...but now it's going to just be that much better for us both....!" Brett didn't really understand all of that, but he decided that the man knew what he was talking about, and the wide grin on his face made it abundantly clear that he was eminently pleased with having this lube stuff, so Brett smiled back at him, and simply nodded his head. The man chuckled again, then dropped down onto the bus seat next to Brett, and once more began running his big hands over the smooth, slim body. Brett shuddered under the man's skillful touches, and relaxed as much as he possibly could, letting himself enjoy the sensations of the man's hands on his body, and he splayed his legs widely, as the man leaned down, and once more slid his pulsing little penis into his mouth and sucked it. Curious beyond any sense of the emotion that he had ever felt before, Brett tentatively reached out, and let his small hand close around the thick stalk of the man's rigid cock, and giggled softly when he realized that his hand was actually too small to close fully around the thickness. Warming quickly to the feel of his first ever adult penis, Brett began sliding his fist up and down on it, and the man released his penis from his mouth long enough to watch the stunning young boy fist his cock, as he said, his voice now heavy with his growing desire, "Oh God...how fucking nasty does that look...Jesus...that delicate little girly-boy hand working `Ol Bill's fat cock...fuck yea kid...stroke it for me...feels fucking hot...you got the sweet touch pretty boy...fuck yea...hey kid...how about you get down there and put those cherry lips of yours on it, huh....want to suck `Ol Bill's fat cock...?...sure ya do...go on sweet-face...go for it!" Brett stared hard at the thick erection in his small fist, and he felt his mouth flood with his saliva as the man instructed him to suck him, and he suddenly very much wanted to do just that...needed to, in fact, and he quickly twisted his slender body into position, and lowered his blond head into the man's distended lap. The scent of the drooling erection hit him, and he sniffed heavily, then, slid out his small pink tongue, and washed it over the smooth, wet head of the towering erection. The man groaned loudly, thrusting his hips upward, as he growled, "Fuck yea....oh my God, yes....open up baby...take that big boy...suck me, blondie...put that big man cock inside that pretty little mouth of yours....ohhhhh, fuccck...!" Brett stretched his mouth as widely as he could make it go, feeling the minor pain of the effort transmit along his jaw bone, and he lowered his blond head, taking the massive instrument into his mouth. He kept moving downward, acutely aware of the thickness of it filling his small mouth, and he stopped, gagging slightly, when the wide head of it pushed into his throat. He pulled back slightly, then ran his tongue along the bottom of the pulsing shaft, sensing the presence of pulsing veins there, and then withdrew further still, holding only the wide mushroom cap of it between his lush lips, as he tightened his aching jaw, and sucked strongly, his curious hand moving between the heavy thighs to capture the massive pouch of heavy balls. "Awww, fuck pretty boy....oh God yes...suck me baby...work those big balls...awww, sweet Jesus.....!' growled the man. His big hands gripping Brett's head tightly, as his thick fingers splayed through his soft blond locks. Brett was drooling like a teething infant, the wetness dribbling off his chin, as he continued to orally service the steadily groaning man, and aside from the dull ache along his widely stretched jaw bone, he had greatly warmed to his task. Finding a sort of rhythm, he quickly made the adjustment as to how deep he could take the massive cock without gagging, and he was now actually enjoying sucking the impressive piece, though clearly not on the same level as the man was obviously enjoying his soft, snug mouth. It went on for several minutes, and Brett was savoring the almond-like taste of the man's gushing fluids that washed over his tongue, and the man's hips had begun a steady thrusting to meet the movements of his bobbing head, and Brett had begun to anticipate the approach of what he was sure would be a massive eruption of man cream, and it worried him some that he may not be able to handle both that, and the thick stalk, in his small mouth together. Before he actually had any time to consider his option for dealing with that impending dilemma, it happened, with the man releasing a seriously loud string of cuss words, while at the same time gripping Brett's bobbing head firmly, as his hips slammed upward, and the huge cock erupted into Brett's already full little mouth. Volley, after volley of the thick, warm cream jetted into the boy's mouth, instantly flooding him beyond capacity, and he gagged loudly, as he furiously gulped as quickly as possible, trying in vain to clear his already stuffed mouth in time for the next emission, and he finally gave up on trying to handle the copious ejaculate, letting his aching jaws sag open, and allowing the massive overflow of semen drool from his chin, down to flow over the man's massive balls. Finally sated, and drained, the gasping man wilted back against the bus seat, his hairy chest heaving, as he gulped in air. Brett backed away then, once the man released his head from his crushing grip, and sat back on his haunches. He looked at the flushed, and sweating face of the man, then, down at the rapidly wilting cock, and the cum soaked ball sack, and he licked his battered lips, savoring the lingering after-taste of the massive flood of man juice that remained strong in his mouth. He slid his fingers across his streaked chin, and swiped away the trials of semen that dangled in strings there, then, slipped the slimy fingers into his mouth, and sucked them noisily, as he rolled is soft eyes up to meet the still stunned gaze of the man, and the man grinned widely, shaking his head slowly, as he said, still somewhat breathlessly, "Jesus Christ, pretty boy...my God...you are simply unbelievable...a natural-born cocksucker, if ever there was one...goddamn, that was fucking unreal....!" Brett giggled, smiling proudly, then said, obviously meaning it, "Thanks Mister...and wow...you really make a lot of stuff...cums...I mean...!" The man laughed loudly, and extended his thick arms, as he nodded, and said, "Well, this time anyway, definitely...I mean, it's not like I have such a sweet little girly-boy like you sucking my cock everyday, you know...you, and that sweet little mouth of yours, definitely supplied the incentive for that nut draining load...now sweet-face, you bring that pretty little ass of yours up here with `Ol Bill....and when I start breathing again, I'll show you exactly what it was designed for....!" Brett giggled again, liking it that the man kept referring to him as a girly-boy, and sweet, and pretty, and, most of all, he liked the idea that they weren't even close to being finished playing this way! (To Be Continued) Storyguy22@yahoo.com