Date: Sun, 10 Apr 2011 17:37:12 -0700 From: Charmer Foure Subject: The boy from the School Bus The Boy from the School Bus Part One By Kevin Printon (Permission to publish this story electronically granted to Nifty Erotic Stories Archive) This is a fictional story about a boys and men. If it is illegal for you to be reading or you are the least bit offended by reading this type of fictional story, please! Stop reading and return to the index. It must have been in the Seventies, I was just having been in my late twenties. Newly married and disappointed What was supposed to be my future? I had always liked sex, until I met her it was with myself, then with her, now Married no it was back to myself again. So you might say I was extremely sexually frustrated. Looking! It was one of those spring days back in New Jersey probably early in May. One of those kind of spring days that start out chilly in the morning and end up in the 70's in the afternoon. I had gotten off early from work that day sort of comp time for having to attend night meetings that week before. I was driving home and had just stopped in back of a School Bus from the local High School. The stop was not far from my house in the neighborhood. It was the law the lights were flashing and kids were being let out. I passed the school bus stop every day when I went to work, so I wasn't surprised that the bus stopped here. I was watching those getting out of the bus sort of absent mindedly staring out the windshield of my car. Some crossed in front of the bus and a group of three boys were making their way towards the back side of the bus heavily engaged in conversation. Two walked to the sidewalk of the side, said good bye to the third who, began to cross the street in back of the bus, in front of my car. To say that the kid now directly in front of me was stunning would have been an understatement. He was about 5'6 a hundred and twenty pound. Maybe 16-17 years old. His hair was thick and jet black. You could tell he was Asian from his build and the shape of his hair. He turned and looked straight at me. Keeping his stare slightly longer than necessary. My mouth went dry. He had the most beautiful full sincere smile, full mouth of totally straight beautiful white teeth. His eyes were pools of golden chocolate color. His honey colored skin glistened in the sunlight. He strode in front of me sort of staring into my car as if he recognized me. He waved at either me or his friends turned and were off in the crowd of people on the other sidewalk. The Red lights of the bus stopped it began to move and I was still stopped in back of it thinking I had just seen an Angel. Cars in back of me soon starting honking and woke me up from my daze. I looked down into my lap and immediately realized I had a boner. Returning back to normal, I stepped on the gas and followed the bus towards home. Like I said it wasn't far to home. Once I got home my wife was still at work the house was empty, I immediately stripped got into the shower and jerked off. I came several times, harder then I had ever before. I could not get the look on kid's face and his beauty out of my mind. Not being into males and less in minors bothered me but also made me very horny at the same time. Who was this kid and why did I feel the way I did towards him and why did he give me that stare that he did and was that way at me or his friends. Was he trying to tell me something? I decided to take advantage of the spring day and took out my mountain bike and go out for a ride in the neighborhood. I put on a pair of baggy shorts a hooded sweatshirt and some sneakers. Off I went. Don't know why but I ended up near that bus stop. What was I looking for? What was I doing there? I peddled over to the convenience store and saw three bicycles parked hap hazard against the newsstand in front of the store. I was thirsty and wanted to go in and get something to drink. As I opened the door, out bust three young boys, per occupied with talking to each other to notice me. As I turned to enter, I noticed my boy now dressed in skinny tight jeans that hugged his slim muscular legs and tight buns, a bright red tee shirt and shabby sneakers. He was still strikingly handsome and yet cute as all get out. He was the last one out. I held the door and he turned, stared at me AGAIN! and said Thank You!. Our eyes met for what seemed moments and he quickly turned to join his friends. Again my mouth went dry and I no longer wanted to enter the store but to follow him. As he walked away he turned again, and then said loud enough so I could hear, "Come on Guy's let's go out back and ride up the Dirt Hills!" Ah...I knew where they were going...no rush. The dirt hills were the undeveloped land in back of the row of store the convenient store was in. I went into the convenient store, got my drink, came back out and the boys were gone. I rode back into the parking lot and could see the dirt hills beyond. I could also see puffs of dirt clouds as bikes my be creating in the trails of the hills beyond. I rode toward the clouds staying clear of the actual trails and making my way up the hill behind them. Yes! There they were below me. The boy In the Red Shirt seemed to be the leader, telling the other boys which trails to go on. He got the two others to ride up ahead of him maybe 200 feet in front of him, and then looked around back at me. He looked ahead to make sure his pals were not looking and then quickly gave a slight waved at me. He knew I was there. He sped up to them and got them to stop. He said something to them both and then Sped away ahead of the group. He got maybe another 300 feet in front of them and the two suddenly yelled out as if on cue "Hey Danny Wait for us". He quickly stopped and looked directly up at me and then at them. Ah...! .Danny was his name. As if he wanted me to know it! I watched the group innocently and freely traverse the hills as if they owned them and were totally familiar with every curve bump and crudely made bike jump. I left because I felt a bit like a stalker. I had had my fun for the day. Time to go back to my place and cool off, maybe jerk off again before the little lady arrived from work. Not much happened the next week except I had a series of late afternoon meeting that prevented me from coming home early or taking a bike ride. On that next Saturday I decided to go out bike riding early in the morning. As I rode into the development next to our apartment complex. Who do I see delivering papers? My Boy. He is busy walking his route a distance in front of me. He is caring two big almost empty bags of bulky Saturday News Papers. I stop and watch him from a far. His actions seem well rehearsed. He picks a paper out of the bag up folds it into itself, slaps it on his knee to put a crease in it and then tosses it high into the air and having them land on the front stoops of the houses on his route. Memories of my own paper route years ago rush into my mind. The solitude of that hour of the morning, the people you'd meet and the customers. The weird people that you'd collect from. I stay back and watch him deliver what seems are the last ones on the route. You can tell that he now senses someone in back of him, he slows to almost a stop and begins to turn, I quickly get the courage up to ride up close to him and pass him on the sidewalk, I quickly say "HI DANNY!" As I raced past him. He seems shocked. He looks around about to say hi as if to a passing friend and then see's it's me and stops in his tracks. I purposely rode by quickly and turned a corner. He walked up to the corner and turned and waved. I was down the street by the time he reacted. I disappear into the neighborhood, finish my ride and don't retrace my tracks back home. That afternoon I was out on my patio taking in the sun and talking to my wife. Out of the corner of my eye I see the familiar red shirt and tight jeaned boy walking between the buildings across the way towards the parking lot that separates the buildings. My wife is engrossed in telling me about a magazine article she is reading and is facing me and away from the lot her view is also blocked by dense shrubbery she does not know he is there. He comes to the edge of the parking lot across from where I first saw him and just stands there at the edge Staring at Me! My wife who was talking about an article she was reading , now goes back to her reading. He is still standing there still as can be both hands in his pockets of these tight jeans. If I my eyes were not playing tricks, I could swear the zipper of his fly is sliding down and now is opening wide from the pressure of his hands in his pockets. This is broad daylight! I can see his tightly whittles and the outline of something. He continues to stare. Hands in his pockets. My mouth goes dry of all moisture. I am suddenly hard...Very hard! I look at him and mouth his name... DANNY! To be continued... Let me know what you think? Charmer4u@hotmail.com