Date: Sat, 2 Sep 2017 15:33:48 +0000 From: bruno Subject: Boy on a Bus: Chapter Four BOY ON A BUS Chapter 4 So Carl never fulfilled his fantasy with Marlon and, before long, Marlon had lost interest in his sucking him off. Sometime later, when we were both partnered, he with a girlfriend and me with – well, I may come to that – Marlon and I had a reckless fling. We both knew it was wrong at the time. He had come round to watch some sport and we were sitting side by side when he started playing with himself. `Hey,' I said, nodding towards his crotch, `stop it.' He looked at me naughtily, then pulled out his dick and gestured me to feel it. When I put my hand round it, he winked. I couldn't resist myself and slipped my tongue inside his mouth. There was a surge of blood in his cock. We tore our clothes off. He was still short but he had the thighs of an Olympian, the biceps of a boxer, and a kiss as passionate as Romeo's. We rolled around naked on the carpet, he holding me down, my hands running up and down his back and grasping his butt cheeks. I felt his penis press against my belly, as huge as Carl had always said. I slid down to lick its fat head. It was fully erect, all ten inches, and I could hardly get my hand round it, let alone my mouth. I stroked his rough pubic hair with the flat of my hand. `You like ma dick?' he asked. `Yeah,' I said, licking its underside. He let me carry on, licking it all over. I loved the taste of it. `Lick ma balls.' His balls were a load bigger than most. I squeezed them, resting my head on his warm thigh to gaze at them, realising how much I wanted this. `Lick them,' he urged. 'Get them real wet.' I remembered Carl saying how much Marlon liked his balls licked and I slavered over each of them. `Yeah. Like that.' Then he returned the favour in a sixty-nine... Later, when we'd reached my bedroom, he lay on the bed, legs open, giggling as he let me finger his tight hole. `You think I'm real hot, don't you?' `Yeaaah.' I pushed my finger further into him. He closed his eyes. `You wanna fuck me, don't you?' he asked, teasingly stroking his lips. `Yeah.' And, looking at this gorgeous young guy, I sure did. I He spread his legs wide apart, thinking about it. I so wanted my cock up his cunt, exploring his tight black virgin passage. He shook his head. `Lick ma asshole,' he said. I pushed my face in, relishing tasting that hole, feeling his ass hairs rub against me. He put his hands on the back of my head, forcing me closer. `You're ma bitch. Right?' `Yeah.' `You're ma bitch whenever I want.' `Yeah.' `Eat ma ass, bitch.' This little guy was so hot. I did as I was told, nibbling away at his hole. He moaned. He flipped me onto my back and pinned me down, tickling my asshole with his erection. He kissed me, his tongue playing with mine. `Say it.' He smiled slyly, just as he always had. `Say what?' I replied. `Say, I admit it, Marlon, I always thought you was really hot. `I admit it.' `Say it like you mean it,' he complained, pouting. `You know you're hot, you dirty fucker,' I said, gazing into his eyes. `That's better.' He leant down and our lips met, our tongues passionately exploring each other. I pulled back, feeling his hot breath on my face, my hands clasping his back. `Fuck me, Marlon,' I said. `Really?' He was surprised. `You want ma babies?' `Yeah,' I urged him. `I want you. I want your babies. Fuck me.' He smiled. `Say, I want your teen meat inside me, Marlon.' And I could feel that meat starting to squeeze in. `Yeah, Marlon,' I gasped. `Give me your teen meat. Fuck me!' `See, I always said I could have you.' And he was right. As he fucked me, I was calling out as much to that boy as to the man now inside me. And he was so massive, it was as if there were two cocks thrusting inside me. My hands ran feverishly over his body as - eyes tightly closed – I pictured him. I heard him grunting as he pummelled me. He stopped and whispered, `I love you, man,' then pounded me with slow, hard strokes. I could feel the whole length of his young hard-on going in and out of my butt. I felt his body slam against me. Then he pulled out and pushed me onto my elbows and knees and entered me again. I could feel him sliding up inside. `Take that cock,' he ordered, riding me, his palms pressing down hard on my back. I moaned, begging him not to stop. But I couldn't hold back, he made me come in an intense orgasm, rope after rope. We lay on the bed side by side. Then he stood up on the bed above me, panting as he beat his cock. I hovered below, my mouth as wide open as could be, stroking his muscular thighs, feeling the globes of his balls, and running my hand up inside his crack to play with his hole. He opened his legs, making it easier for me to get my fingers up him. I jabbed hard – two fingers – and he moaned. I realised then I could have had his sweet ass. I jabbed again, trying to make room for three, then four, and he nodded fiercely. He stood there legs apart for an age as he let my fingers fuck him, his eyes tightly closed. Then I realised he was on the point of orgasm. He pulled my head towards his cock and cried loudly as I'd always heard and, when he came, it was the pent-up sperm of both man and boy that filled my mouth so full. And it tasted just as I remembered. He fell on top of me, exhausted, my fingers still up inside him. `Fuck,' he said, `I so needed that.' And so did I. _______________________________________________________ Comments welcome to jds.1980@hotmail.com Support nifty!