Date: Wed, 19 Mar 2014 18:33:54 +0000
From: Grumpy
Subject: Bus-stop boy,part#2

Bus-Stop Boy

Chapter Two

	We were probably only both asleep for half-an-hour or so, and I was the
first to awake. The moment of surprise, as I saw Ben lying prone beside me,
and suddenly remembered what had passed between us, was one that filled my
heart with happiness. I could feel the pangs of the weed munchies almost
immediately, and left his side - taking care to draw the cotton sheet up to the
back of his neck - and padded through to the lounge, retrieved the small pile of
chocolate from the coffee table, and returned to the bed. I tucked myself in
next to the gently-breathing, heart-stoppingly beautiful form of this young man,
broke open a bar of chocolate, and switched on the radio. I was barely
registering the voices discussing whatever it was as I hungrily chewed on big
lumps of the first bar. Perhaps it was the movement, maybe the sounds from
the radio, or even the aroma from the chocolate, but Ben was soon beginning to
stir. The soft sounds he made as he did so made the hairs stand up on the back
of my neck, and I placed the remnants of my snack on the bedside table, then
rolled onto my left side to watch him come to. His head was lying on the pillows
facing me, and suddenly his visible eye popped open, focussing on my face.

'Hello there,' I said, moving my hand to ruffle his slightly-curling locks and then
to hold the back of his neck, and leaning in closer to inhale his particular smell.
'Mmmmm,' he replied, 'Hello, handsome!'
'I made a start on the chocolate, but saved the nutty one for you.'
'Chocolate!' he declared, and swiftly rolled into me, onto his back, and lying in
the crook of my arm.

I reached behind me to grab his preferred chocolate bar, and brought it
around and handed it to him. With a happy look on his face, he tore open the
wrapper and began to wolf it down as I looked on. Something about the sounds
he made, chewing and swallowing, with quiet breathing noises, took me back to
a place long before memory - a safe, and warm place - and a thrill of pleasure
ran up and down my neck. He held a generous group of squares out towards
me, pressing them into my lips, which I opened and engulfed; I also took his
finger and thumb into my mouth, keeping them between my lips for a few
moments as I began to chew. We lay in this way for some minutes, working our
way through quite an amount of chocolate, sharing extremely sweet kisses as
we did so. Our bodies were in firm contact all the while, and our hands
wandered over each other.

More weed was also burned in the bong during this contented interlude to
our lovemaking, as we spoke of the details of our lives, our friends and families,
and learned more about each other. Ben was obviously a popular chap at school
- which I didn't find surprising in the least, and even found myself thinking back
to my own school days, and wondering why I had never found such a mature,
good-natured and beautiful friend - but still felt isolated a lot of the time, as
though his own peer group provided him with little more than company, and
people he could relate to only superficially. His own family was close, and
loving, but he feared the day they would have to know of his sexuality; his
parents' traditional outlook clearly involved little understanding that their own
offspring might well be gay. It seemed that we both, for different reasons, felt
quite isolated where we lived, and were very happy at the idea that we might
have found a new friend nearby; our homes were only a couple of miles apart. I
suppose I was feeling a little bad, that things had become so physical so
quickly; I didn't want to jeopardise the possibility of an ongoing friendship
between us.

'David, look,' he said, looking at me seriously, 'I know what you mean, but it
was my idea really, wasn't it?'
'Oh, perhaps, but I got caught up in the moment. I wanted to be a bit stronger
than that, and make sure you knew what you were getting into.'
'How could I know if I've not done anything with anyone before? You didn't
force me! I could've stopped at any time, but I ...' he smiled bashfully 'I just had
no idea anyone could make me feel like that. It was amazing! I felt like my
head was going to explode. I feel a bit guilty, really, as it was all about me, and
you didn't get anything out of it.'
'Didn't get ...?' I replied incredulously, 'Are you kidding? I don't remember
anything like what happened between us, I promise you. It was amazing, and I
loved every moment! Anyway, it's not as if there isn't more to come.'
'More?!'

	Ben looked at me with wide eyes, a broad smile came to his face, and he
began to giggle. I couldn't help but join in, and we were very soon laughing
uproariously and holding onto each other as we each gasped for breath. Soon
our caresses became more searching, and we were locked together in a
passionate kiss, with our legs intertwined. I lay on my back as he, once again,
came to lie directly on top of me, this time with his legs gripping the outside of
mine. Our cocks were beside each other between us, and fully erect again, and
our kiss took on a life of its own, waxing and waning in depth and intensity,
accompanied by our soft moans as we both relished the feeling of our whole
bodies in contact with each other. His hips were gently rising and falling, and I
pushed mine up into his with each thrust. My hands were wandering all over his
back, and both gradually descended until each was massaging a buttock; a
firm, gently-yielding, muscular buttock of a roundness that thrilled me. He
pushed back onto my hands, lifting his hips away from contact with my body, as
I explored his arse. This became more definitely in response to my touch as my
fingers delved between his buns, and reached that hot, central place. I drew
back my right hand, and passed it between our stomachs, scooping into the
copious wetness that our cocks were producing as they were rubbing between
us, then returned to his rear; my index finger briefly moved around his ring
before I slowly eased it directly into his hole, which yielded tightly around it. As
he continued rhythmically to pump his pelvis, he was stimulating our cocks as
well as drawing my finger more deeply into his arse, and clearly loving the in-
out movement that resulted. When the end of my finger reached the rubbery
smoothness of his prostate, he suddenly let out a shout, holding himself briefly
motionless with his arse in the air. He disengaged from our kiss, pulling his
head away to look me in the eyes, with his mouth open and eyebrows raised.

'There, right there!' he declared, 'When you touch me in there ... I don't know ...
it's like fireworks! What is that?'
'You have a gland, called the prostate,' I explained, 'Some men call it their G-
spot.'
'It's amazing,' he gasped, as he slowly moved himself up and down, 'Why didn't
anyone tell me about it?!'
I smiled: 'It's better just to show you.'

After some minutes of this, Ben took a little rest from all the movement,
and came to lay fully against me. My finger was still inside him; I didn't want to
lose this intimate connection quite yet. There was now a chance briefly to
discuss health-related matters; I explained that the results of my last sexual
health check-up were all negative, and that I had had no sexual encounters in
the many months since. I was telling him this in the hope, but not the
expectation, that he would trust me that I would do nothing to put him at even
the slightest risk; I could easily take what I thought were unnecessary
precautions if he would prefer it. His response, that he trusted me completely,
seemed to bring us even closer together. It was not long before we re-
established our kiss, and the intensity of our lovemaking returned. My cock was
as hard as it had ever been, and it was aching along with the intense
stimulation of this hard young body grinding against me. There was an aching
fullness in my balls, too, which I knew would only be relieved by the release of
an orgasm.

	The attention of each of us was fully on the physical right now. The
intensity of our connection was increasing, and Ben continued to focus
alternately between the grinding of his cock and the connection between our
abdomens, and the movement of my finger, now joined by a second, up inside
him, in and out. With my other hand cupped at the base of his buttock, I
encouraged him to move up my body as he rubbed, which he did. As he held his
head away from me, my face was now level with his strong chest, and I moved
in to cover his left nipple with my mouth. He tossed his head as I kissed, sucked
and then gently gripped his nipple between my teeth. His cock was at the base
of my breast-bone, pumping against me in a pool of wetness. Suddenly my own
cock was free of him for a moment, so hard that it immediately rebounded and
came to lie pressed against his balls and perineum, and continued to be
stimulated by his writhing. I released his nipple, and my mouth descended his
breast, straining to reach lower and lower. In response, he drew his legs up,
coming to sit on his haunches astride me. He arched his back, and I withdrew
my fingers from him, grasping his hips on either side, and craning my neck
downwards ever further. He sat himself backwards, and his body was now
upright. His solid cock was now right in front of my face. I marvelled at its
straightness; the beauty of its perfect form, thick and long, with a foreskin half-
retracted from the mighty head. His scrotum was hanging low, and I reached
my left hand around to cup his balls, and tugged on them - one by one - slowly
and gently. I could resist no longer, and pulled his cock down to me, taking his
head into my mouth. Bringing my other hand, fresh from his arse, around, I
could also grip the base of him, as I took more and more of his cock into my
mouth. I clamped my lips and tongue around his considerable girth, and he
began once again to pump his hips, as I took his cock deeper and deeper inside,
its head entering my throat. My own cock was straining beneath him, and he
manoeuvred himself so that the aching head of it was lying right by his ring; he
sat back, trapping me there, as his movements continued. He was fucking my
face, and my urge to reciprocate into his delicious arse was becoming
irresistible.

'Yes!' declared Ben, looking down as I feasted upon him, 'But ... carefully, ok?'
'I wouldn't hurt you for all the world,' I replied, and meant every word.

	Knowing that this was his first time made me feel incredibly grateful, and
honoured; it was essential that I take as much care as possible to avoid causing
pain. I reluctantly drew my head back, and released his rock-hard cock from my
mouth, reached around to the bottom drawer by the bed, and found the small
container I was looking for. One handed, I flipped the lid, and squeezed a
generous amount of the cool, clear gel onto two fingers, dropped the bottle, and
reached around underneath the wonderful curves of Ben's buttocks, which he
raised up and off me. I found the place, and gently applied the gel around, and
then into him, pausing as my two fingers passed his ring until he relaxed again.
More gel was smeared over myself, covering my cock-head and down my
throbbing shaft. Wanting to give Ben all the pleasurable sensations I could, I
drew his cock right back into my mouth in one go, and worked on him with my
throat, tongue and lips. He gasped and moaned. As my left hand continued to
caress and tug on his hefty balls, I used my right to position myself so that I
was pointing into him, lying right at the entrance, and Ben automatically began
to shift downwards. I glided into him – just the head of my cock sitting inside –
and held him underneath, supporting him as he became accustomed to the
sensation. Slowly, he relaxed again, and I could feel him pushing down, wanting
to have more of me inside him, so I continued my work on his cock. He began
to move up and down, and each time took more of my cock into him. He paused
again.

'Take it slowly, bit by bit' I instructed.
'Oh, I am. I want all of it, it feels so good!'

	Now he was sitting back fully, and I could feel that my balls were nestling
between his luscious cheeks. He moaned again, and ground downwards, trying
to get every last millimetre of this intimate connection. I disengaged my mouth
again, and lay back; I wanted to see his face. He was glowing, with his mouth
slightly open in a smile, with just the first signs of a tear in the corner of one
eye. I gently thrust my hips upwards, filling him deeper, and his eyes widened
as he gasped, and let out a long, soft 'Aaaaaah!'. Tentatively at first, he began
to move up and down, with that same expression, of disbelief and pleasure.
Higher and deeper went each movement, and he was voicing rhythmical, quiet
moans as he went. I could no longer resist what was right before my face, and
so took the length of his cock back into my mouth; his rhythm was now
stimulating both of our cocks, and both of our insides. I was, once again,
completely caught up in what was passing between us; the unbelievable
fullness of his manhood deep into my mouth, and the tight, hot interior of him
swallowing my own.

	Ben had manoeuvred himself into position so that my cock was
stimulating his prostate, as my fingers had done before, and this caused him to
increase the intensity of his movements. His cock grew perceptibly bigger,
which seemed impossible, and harder in my mouth, and his riding up and down
my stiff cock more focussed, fuller and faster. His moans were becoming louder
as his rhythm increased, louder and longer, as he savoured the fullness of his
arse and the pleasure of filling my mouth. Faster and faster, and my hips were
now bucking up to meet each of his downward thrusts, and moaning along with
him. This was sensory overload, and I felt ready to explode. Then, Ben caught
his breath and faltered as he stuffed his cock deep into my mouth; I could feel
his head begin to pulse in my throat. His hands –  which had been everywhere;
running through my hair, feeling the base of my cock between his buttocks, on
my chest, in the air – both came to cup my jaw on either side. I realised he was
about to come, and quickly brought his tip up into my mouth, clamped my
tongue around him, and gripped the base of his hard pole with my hand; I
moved vigorously against him, and he let fly with a great shout as the first hot
squirt shot from him, almost causing me to gag, and then several more pumped
from him into my receptive throat. There was nearly as much of his seed as
before, and it tasted just as sweet, with my knowing it was his. His forehead
was moist with sweat, as was his chest, and - as I drew my mouth away from
him, cleaning him with lips and tongue as I went - he sat back, panting, with
my cock still firmly inside him.

	When he had caught his breath, wanting to avoid any long pause, I slowly
withdrew my cock from him, and looked at his face, which registered a shade of
mild disappointment, along with the overall message of relief and contentment.
I smiled up at him, lying back now, and moved to slightly lift his left leg as he
squatted, and extricated myself from under him. His looked at me, questioning,
and I placed my right hand in the centre of his back, with my left gripping his
hip, exerting a gentle pressure, until he understood, and threw himself forward.
His beautiful, curly head came to rest on the pillows, and he straightened his
legs behind him, slightly apart; when his backside rose from the bed a moment
later, indicating clearly that he approved and anticipated the next phase, it felt
like my chest would explode at the glorious sight of it. I rolled onto him, low
down, so that my head was in the small of his back, and I quickly traced a line
downwards with my tongue, towards his ring. As I approached, I could feel the
sticky residue of the gel I had so liberally applied, and reached over to pull a
moist tissue from the pack by my bed, quickly wiping clean between the pert
mounds of his receptive behind; inspecting the tissue, in passing, I noted the
clear liquid was untainted by any colour, and could not then help inhaling the
aroma: there was a faint muskiness, that I recognised from earlier as his smell,
and which fired my desire even more. I buried my face deeply into that spot,
and my tongue instantly advanced as far as it could, gently but tightly held by
his ring muscle. A long, low moan escaped his lips, and he bucked his hips up
as fully as he could, taking every last bit of my tongue – stretched almost
painfully on its base – into him. I moved it around inside him, in and out a little,
and my lips met the intimate skin all around his hole like a kiss. The rhythm
developed with his pumping, and I just had to feel around beneath him; already
he was semi-erect again. My tongue withdrew from this deep, intimate
connection, and enthusiastically explored around the edge; massaging, wetting;
tasting, feeling. My cock was as hard as it had been for a long time, with the
ache that comes from being erect for so long without release. Ben was loving
the explorations of my tongue, and the attentions of my hands on his balls and
hardening manhood, but it was clear what must happen next; it had a delicious
inevitability that, rather like an orgasm, was made an even more exquisite
prospect by being antipated, and even delayed. But I could only delay so long,
as my body was clearly communicating its yearning to me.

'I really need you to make love to me now!' declared Ben, in a drawing, but
firm, voice.
'That's what I really need to do, too,' I replied, as I lifted myself up, retrieved
the container of gel, and squirted it onto my two fingers again; I didn't over-do
it this time, as the natural lubricants had already been applied.

	Sitting back on my haunches, between his spread thighs – goodness,
every part of this phenomenon of a young man was impossibly perfect – I
moistened the end of my turgid cock, and then placed my laden fingers onto his
hole, smoothing it around and then – still carefully – sliding them in a couple of
inches. He bucked up again, against my invading fingers, and so I took the
opportunity to massage around his ring, encouraging it to relax; I could feel the
muscle fibres lose some of their tautness as I did this. Down went his behind,
into the bed, but I could not help but plant a sensual kiss on the inside of one
cheek as it descended. Leaning forward over his strong and smooth back, I
supported myself with my left arm as I guided myself into position; the head of
my cock was now planted at the threshold. As I was about to push myself
slowly forward, however, Ben suddenly lifted his arse off the bed and impaled
himself on me; past the head and a couple of inches more swiftly disappeared
into his hot interior, and he let out another long, low moan. I gasped, scarcely
able to believe the feeling of his tightness holding onto me, and the hotness
that seemed almost too much to my sensitive cock.

	I paused, allowing myself to savour the supreme intimacy of our
connection, and the sensations I was experiencing, as well as to give Ben a
chance to adjust and relax into what was happening. He lowered himself down
onto the bed, as if he knew precisely what I was doing, and why. When i felt
that slight relaxation, that slight reduction in resistance, I pushed forward,
alertly scanning his face from the side for any expression of distress; there was
none, just a meeting of my gaze, his open-mouthed smile, and a slow shake of
the head that said, 'I don't believe this!' He turned his head more, and craned
towards me as I moved in closer, around his shoulder, until our lips were joined
and our tongues reciprocally writhing once again. As our kiss deepened, so did
my penetration of his arse; as a soft reciprocity developed into more passionate
exchanges, so the whole length of my cock slid deep inside him. The rhythm of
my fucking became faster, with him pushing himself back fully into each forward
thrust. We were both voicing moans directly into each other's mouth,
occasionally breaking the kiss to gasp and sigh, and to look into each other's
eyes to see our mutual responses to what was happening. Deeper and deeper,
faster and faster, went the burying of my hard cock into my boy. I had to pull
away from his face, support myself on both elbows, so that I could plunge
deeper into him. I looked down along the line of my body; the sight of that
unbelievably rounded mound, and the connection to my body, was such an
overwhelming sight that it almost pushed me over the edge of an orgasm.
Amazingly, right at that moment, almost as if he had sensed something, Ben
clamped the muscles of his behind around me as hard as he could, and ceased
the rise and fall of his pelvis. I lay motionless for a moment, half in and half out
of him, until the danger had passed, and our rhythmic fucking began again.

	Ben's moans were becoming shorter, and were being caused when I was a
little short of fully buried into him. This pressing of his prostate was bringing
him to another orgasm; the idea that I was doing that for him filled me pride
and happiness. I adjusted my thrusting so that I was stimulating just the right
spot. He continued to push back into me, but faster, slightly erratically, and with
louder gasps and sighs. Then a frenzied reflex clenching of his buttocks began –
I continued my rhythm without a pause – and he let out a series of cries: 'Ha!
Ah! Ah! Ahhh!' That was it for me, and I made the final strokes as deep as I
could, slowing slightly, into his backside, which he was holding high in the air,
bending his lower back to its limit. I wailed as I went over the edge, and felt the
first enormous eruption flood into him, thrusting uncontrollably as several more
followed. In that very moment I felt the total connection between us, and the
beautiful significance of the giving and receiving that had passed between us. A
few more thrusts into his slowly descending behind, slowing down, until I came
to rest on top of his prone form, still inside him. Both of us were breathing
hard, and gradually recovered. I carefully withdrew from him and, again, as if
by mutual agreement, he rolled onto his right side as I moved off him, onto my
left; facing each other, we each buried the other in our arms, and shared a
series of gentle, lingering kisses.

'That was ... oh, David' Ben faltered, 'that was ... oh ... I don't know what to
say. Thank you!'
'Best not to say anything, perhaps?' I replied 'But, thank YOU.'

More kisses, more gazing into each other's eyes, followed. I pulled the white
cotton sheet up to cover us as we lay intertwined, and, once again, it was not
long at all before we were asleep.


The End of Chapter Two



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The first chapter of Bus-Stop Boy generated some kind messages of
appreciation, so I decided to continue the tale of my encounter with Ben. Any
messages, suggestions or constructive criticism, can be addressed to me at
grumpygutz1@gmail.com

More chapters can easily be composed. I wonder if people think more of my
encounters with Ben would be of interest, or whether stories of other boys I
have got to know would be better? Of course, there are also stories of when
Ben and I were joined by ... or perhaps that is best kept for another chapter.
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