Date: Mon, 7 Apr 2014 00:46:39 +0100
From: grumpygutz1@gmail.com
Subject: Bus-Stop Boy, part #4

Chapter Four

	After the first time Paul had accompanied him to my flat, and all that had gone on
between us, Ben and I had a long conversation about what had happened, what it meant, and
what 'rules' there might need to be in the future; even as we spoke, I suppose I realised that
things would just develop in their own way, and that any promises we made might be swept
away by events. Still, we agreed that there was something special going on between the two of
us, and neither of us would allow anything sexual to happen with Paul when we were apart.
Certainly, my feelings for Ben were much more intense and ran much deeper than those I had
for Paul, but I still found him intensely physically attractive; his tall, lean frame; his handsome
and open face, topped by his blond fringe; his muscular legs, and tight, rounded behind; all
these things – and more – I could picture clearly in my mind, and made my heart beat faster.
Ben had also told me that other boys from his school frequented the gym at the Y.M.C.A., and
many of them also lived along the bus route that passed where I lived; I felt a guilty pang of
excitement when he told me this, as I wondered who else I might engineer getting to know at
'my' bus stop in town.

	I also felt guilty at my reaction to a text message that appeared on my phone the
following Wednesday afternoon:

> 'Hi! Paul here Got your number from Ben With my sexy mate Adam at gym
Shall I bring him round? We can try to turn him lol x'

	After a day at the computer, struggling to retain my interest in writing an information
sheet for a new antibiotic, the idea of a visit from a pair of pretty boys was impossible to resist. I
muttered a prayer to Ben, asking for his forgiveness and vainly promising to behave, and fired
off a reply:

>> 'We can try our best! Haha. Of course you can come round, it'll be lovely to
see you. D.x'

	I went into the bedroom, and hurriedly put fresh linen on the bed, then showered. All the
while I carried on an internal debate with myself, alternating between reminding myself that I
had made a promise to Ben – and that this Adam fellow was very unlikely to be gay – and
imagining all manner of sexual permutations that could occur. Again, I resolved not to think
along sexual lines, knowing full well that I was unlikely to resist any physical contact that might
be available. I dressed myself, and the intercom to the main door sounded as I was brushing my
hair.

'Who can this be?' I said into the box on the wall.

'Who do you think?' replied Paul's masculine, cultured voice.

'I HOPE it's a pair of fit young men,' I responded, deciding to be daring, 'Come right up!'

'I intend to!'

	I caught a nervous giggle, which accompanied Paul's suggestive comment, and pressed
the door release. I heard heavy footsteps from the stairwell, and opened my front door in
anticipation. First I caught sight of Paul, and experienced a surge of desire. As he reached the
landing, I had my first proper glimpse of the boy I took to be Adam. He stood a couple of inches
shorter than Paul, although his shoulders were broader and his build sturdier. There was an
uncertain smile on a face that was simply stunning; his flawless skin was the colour of
chocolate, and I connected with big, expressive, dark eyes. His tightly curled, black hair was cut
short, about a centimetre deep. His small, rounded ears were quite prominent, but this only
added to his beauty. He looked on as Paul walked straight into me, and wrapped his arms
around my shoulders in a whole–body hug that I returned enthusiastically; I held him around the
small of his back, gripping each of his hips low down and thrilling as I felt the firm, muscular
bulge at the very top of his buttocks. We maintained the connection for some time, during which
my hands wandered up and down his back before instinctively filling themselves with his taut,
rounded behind. I carefully looked at Adam's face, alert for the appearance of shock or
revulsion; he was clearly observing the progress of my caresses, but with an expression that was
unreadable. 'So far, so good,' I thought to myself. Then, Paul seemed to be releasing his hold on
me, so I began to withdraw my hands from his behind. As I did so, though, he took my right wrist
in his hands, guiding my hand palm–forward straight onto his groin. I let out a gasp as I felt his
long, fully erect cock through his trousers, dressed to the left in his briefs and standing at the
two o'clock position. It felt amazing; rock hard, long and gently pulsing in my hand. Adam – who
had yet to utter a word – seemed fully aware of what was going on, standing to one side and
clearly trying not to pay too much attention. I didn't want him to feel uncomfortable, so I released
Paul.

'I think you ought to introduce us, you know,' I chided, gently.

'Oh, yes,' Paul replied, sounding a little breathless and flustered, 'Sorry. David, meet Adam;
Adam, meet David,' He gestured in our respective directions as he spoke.

	Adam stepped forward, and put his hand out. I reciprocated, and we greeted each other.
He seemed a little uncertain still, and the eye–contact was fleeting at first.

'Hello, Adam. It's very nice to meet you,' I said, 'I'm sorry if I've made you feel uncomfortable.
You're very welcome,' I smiled, 'Come through and have a sit down,' I waved him through to the
living room; I followed, with Paul behind me. 'Have a seat, please,'

Adam took the armchair furthest from the door; I remained standing as Paul took the
middle one. I had already put some cloudy lemonade with ice into a jug on the coffee table, and
I poured one for each of the boys, then one for myself, and then sat down. The boys were clearly
very thirsty.

'So, you've been at the gym AGAIN have you, Paul?' I asked, eliciting a smile and a nod, 'You're
going to be super–toned ... even more so, I mean!'

'We do aerobic stuff mostly', Adam volunteered, so that I heard his voice for the first time. It was
as smooth as silk, and even deeper in tone than Paul's.

'Yeah, it's for fitness, really,' Paul added, and smirked as he added, 'and sexual frustration!'

'Ohhh, yes,' growled Adam, then immediately looked a little embarrassed, and brought his right
leg up to cross his ankle over his left knee.

	Adam was wearing the same soft, charcoal trousers that clung tightly to his legs, showing
his firm, meaty thighs. His hips and behind were tight beneath the material, filling them out
nicely. He was definitely thicker set than Paul, though not as broad as my very special boy, Ben. I
thought of Ben then, and wondered how he was, and what he might be doing. Being a
Wednesday, he was mostly likely still at school; he had a long history period today, which he
found very difficult to get through without falling asleep. 'He should be here,' I thought to myself.
My gaze returned to Adam, the yet unknown new member of the exclusive club I seemed to have
founded. Riding up his legs again, my eyes focussed on his lap, and the bulge at his groin. It was
a huge bulge, though the detail of what was behind his zip–fly was hidden. Again, I couldn't help
comparisons with Ben, whose cock was one of the largest I had ever seen, easily reaching eight
inches when fully hard, and so thick that I could only just force my thumb and middle finger to
meet around it. I decided then to control my imagination, and reminded myself of the
responsibility of my agreement with my young friend. Paul had stirred up some strong sexual
feelings on his arrival; I should just allow them to fade away and concentrate on being a
welcoming host.

'So, Adam,' I began, 'how are things with you?'

'Oh, you know ... ,' he tailed off for a moment, 'I'm ok, but things are not so good at home.' He
looked troubled as he said this.

'What's going on?' I gave him my full attention, as Paul took another swig of lemonade with a
theatrical slurp.

'Shit ... rows, tension, tears, all that. Mum and dad hate each other, and the atmosphere is a
nightmare.'

'Do you have brothers or sisters?'

'Two. Brothers, I mean,' he replied, meeting my gaze steadily, 'But they're both away now, so I'm
stuck with it all.' I thought I saw his eyes shine with the beginnings of tears. 'It gets so bad I can't
get my course–work done. I have to go to the library, or round Paul's,' Paul nodded, and smiled
at this.

'Have they always been like that?' I asked of Adam.

'A bit, but it's been much worse the last few months. I wish they'd just split up. Dad's stays away
enough already, he should just get his own place and be done with it.' They were definitely tears
in his eyes, and they were threatening to overflow; He hurriedly wiped at his right eye with the
back of his hand.

'It's entirely natural to be upset, Adam,' I began, 'you have nothing to feel embarrassed about.
You can be yourself here, and say whatever you like.'

He smiled, weakly but sincerely. 'It just gets to me, you know? They're so wrapped up in their
stupid arguments, and then they both go on about each other to me whenever we're alone. It's
like what's going on with me doesn't matter at all. I hate it there.'

'This is where friends come in; especially now you're practically an adult. You find friends who
take the place of parents and family, and become the people you care about, and who care
about you,' I paused, 'It looks like you've found Paul?' I glanced in Paul's direction, who nodded.

'Absolutely,' he announced with conviction. 'Mum really likes him,' he said to me, then turned to
Adam, 'She said you can come round whenever you want, stay over too.'

'And there's always here,' I added, 'you can use the Internet, do some reading, whatever you
like. I'm pretty quiet most of the time.'

'Really?' Adam looked at me in disbelief, 'But I'm a complete stranger!'

'Oh, I wouldn't say you are now, would you?' I smiled, 'You've already confided something
important to me; I'd say we've begun to be friends?'

'That's so kind! It really means a lot,' came his reply, 'Paul said you're a great guy, but I thought
you would be just some old ... ,' he stopped suddenly, grimacing at his indiscrete outburst.

'Some old perve?' I suggested, and laughed at his embarrassment, 'Although, I do wonder what
exactly he's told you?'

'I. Just. Said,' Paul cut in, 'that you're a mate that I met through Ben. Ads is a pretty laid–back
guy, and he's cool with me, and the whole gay thing,' he looked at Adam for confirmation.

'It's lucky you told me, and not Clive The Clit,' he responded, 'He's got a real problem with gays ...
and with South Asians ... ALL Asians, really ... Jews ... blacks ... women ...'

'I told you,' I heard the hint of a whining little boy in Paul's voice, 'He's no mate of mine. He was
just after some course–work to copy. He was going round everyone.'

'But,' I cut in across this talk of Clive The Clit, 'you're more than just okay with Paul being gay,
am I right, Ads? I mean your coming here with him.'

'He's going through a phase! It's just a phase!' hooted Paul, and Adam gave him a dirty look.

	There was a long silence, and Adam went to pick up his lemonade – which I refilled from
the jug as he was reaching forward – then took a couple of long gulps. Confusion filled his
handsome face, and I saw that his hands were a little shaky. Paul looked about to make another
wisecrack. I caught his attention and gently shook my head; he sat back in his armchair, his
bright blue eyes twinkling. We both listened as Adam explained that he had always assumed that
he was straight; he was attracted to girls (although generally to those a few years older than
himself), and his day– and night–time fantasy life had always been filled with sexual encounters
with women, never men or boys. His family were very strict Baptists, with a  strong puritanical
streak, so that sex and sexuality were never discussed openly, and generally quickly dismissed
as 'dirty' or 'sinful'. Paul was the first boy he had ever known well who he knew to be gay. They
had talked quite a lot about sexuality, in some detail, and – as Paul had spoken of his early life,
and developing feelings about other boys, and especially their fathers – he had begun to
recognise some of his own memories being reflected. He had thought about the past couple of
years, and the male school–mates (one or two in particular) he had been friendly with, and
recognised the kinds of feelings that Paul described as being – for him – part of the romantic
and sexual attraction he experienced towards specific individuals; even towards myself, it
seemed. Over the past couple of weeks, he had begun to think about this, and had looked at
some online pictures and porn videos, surprising himself by finding some of them very arousing.
He had found the very hard–core sort of stuff repellent, but pictures of men of a certain kind,
especially bearded and somewhat older guys, and sexual encounters that seemed to involve
genuine affection had fascinated and excited him, and stayed on his mind.

'Well, Adam, that's really interesting, and I'd say it shows you're pretty a pretty open–minded
kind of fellow,' I volunteered, as much to give Adam a rest from this soul–searching as anything,
'Most boys your age are so scared of any sign of same–sex attraction they wouldn't even allow
themselves to wonder. If you're bisexual, then that's just how things are.'

'It's strange, really,' he replied, after a brief pause, 'I mean, I haven't ever done anything with a
girl, apart from some pretty heavy snogging, so it's all in my head at the moment.'

'It looks like you might have done him a favour,' I said, turning to Paul.

'I'm not sure that's quite how he sees it,' he replied, and turned to Adam, 'I mean, you were
pretty certain you're a hundred percent straight, weren't you, mate?'

'I was, yeah. And I always saw myself getting married, having children, all that kinda stuff,' his
handsome face had a sad look as he responded.

'But there's no reason to think that possibility has changed, is there?' I spoke earnestly, 'If you
are bisexual, then it seems to me you haven't lost anything, just learned something new about
yourself. And, say you met a man you fell in love with, well, now you can marry, and having
children is more and more straightforward, and acceptable.'

'It's a bit soon to be worrying about that, anyway,' Paul responded, smiling.

'True,' I added, also giving Adam an encouraging smile.

	There was a pause, and we were each absorbed in our thoughts. I felt quite content, and
happy to be able to talk to Adam about these things, as well as rather pleased he had taken me
into his confidence in this way. But I was also in the same quandary, and unsure about how to
proceed with these two boys. I was fairly sure what Paul had in mind, and' – although it was a
very exciting possibility' – I still was aware of Ben, and the relationship that was developing
between us, and the resolutions we had made about not doing anything sexual unless we were
together. My 'phone made its SMS signal, and it seemed quite a coincidence when I saw the
source of the message; it was from my gorgeous Ben:

> 'Hey, handsome! Boring Brian was off today, so I've
finished early. I so want to see you, can I come
round now? :–) Bxx'

My heart leapt, and I realised that – lovely as the company of Paul and Adam was – it
was Ben I really wanted to see.

'Well, isn't that nice!' I announced to my guests, unable not to smile broadly, 'We're going to be
joined by beautiful Ben.'

'Oh, cool!' replied Paul, and the smile on his face was clearly sincere, 'Has he bunked off
history?'

'Assuming it's Boring Brian who'd be taking that, then it seems he's not in today,' I turned to
Adam, who looked to be back to his normal self, 'You know Ben, don't you?'
'Oh, yeah, he's in my class. He's cool. I don't know him very well, though; he's more a friend of
Paul's, isn't he?'
'Yes,' Paul and I replied, simultaneously, and gave each other a complicit smile.
'He certainly is,' I continued.
'And he's a VERY good friend of David here,' Paul gave Adam a theatrical wink.

I sent off a reply to Ben, my fingers a little unsteady on the screen:

> 'Oh, babes, that's fantastic. Come round now! Paul
and Adam have been here since 3pm. I've missed you
so much. Dxxx'

>> 'Oh?! I hope you've got your clothes on!!!'

> 'Haha. Of course! We have an agreement. You're the
only boy for me. Come here NOW Dxxx

	I felt a good deal better now, and was reassured by the certainty of my desire to see Ben. Still,
I couldn't get away from the fact that two extremely sexy young men were in my living room,
and at least one of them was giving me very clear sexual signals. At that moment, Adam
got up out of his chair to take his jacket off. As he turned to hang it over the back of his
armchair, I let out a quiet gasp; the dark material of his trousers was taut across his muscular
legs, and the sight of his backside was utterly arresting. His buttocks were so strong, and
amazingly rounded, curving out sharply from the base of his spine in a way that seemed
unbelievable. My heart was racing; I had an almost irresistable urge to go right over and ... make
some sort of contact, caress him, bury my face into that muscular mound. I forced myself to
close my eyes, and to think of Ben. When I opened them again, I saw Paul looking at me intently,
with a knowing smile on his face.

'Amazing arse, isn't it!' he stated with conviction.
'I should say,' I replied, equally seriously, as Adam turned round to us, trying to suppress a smile.
'Watch it, you two!' Paul feigned annoyance, unconvincingly, as he was clearly suppressing a
smile.

	He leaned down to punch Paul playfully on the arm. Paul grabbed his hand, pulling him
towards him, reaching around with his right hand and grabbing a handful of Adam's behind.
Adam lost his footing – deliberately, or accidentally; it was difficult to say – and fell onto his side
across Paul's lap. A frenzy of mutual tickling ensued, with both boys laughing uproariously. After
a moment, this came to an end, and Adam lay on his back across our blond friend, who had
placed one arm behind his head and the other across his muscular stomach. It was impossible
not to notice that the bulge at his groin was distinctly larger than before, and the beginnings of
an erection were pushing the material out, across to the right from his fly. Paul had clearly seen
this, and slowly began to move his hand down Adam's abdomen, reaching his belt – all the time
watching the look on Adam's face – and then tentatively descending further. Adam closed his
eyes as Paul reached the bulge in his trousers, over which he began to run the flat of his hand.
Adam sighed, but kept his eyes closed. The atmosphere in the room had changed, from the
relaxing of tension that had followed their laughter, to one of possibility. I could see from where I
was sitting that Adam's erection was developing, and the size of the bulge beneath the material
of his trousers was already quite breathtaking. Paul closed his fingers around the base of
Adam's cock, and began to run them up and down gently. Adam let out a soft moan. He opened
his eyes, looking into Paul's face intently, who was continuing to explore Adam's groin, moving
from caressing his stiffening shaft to running his fingers down over the soft bulge beneath;
Adam opened his legs slightly as he lay across him, and then reached out with his right arm, up
across Paul's shoulder, gripping the back of his neck. Paul carefully ran his fingers up and into
Adam's tightly curled hair, scratching gently at his scalp, all the while continuing his exploration
of his cock and balls. Adam moaned gently again, and leaned his head back into Paul's hand, as
Paul moved to undo his zip fly, then passed his hand inside his trousers, making contact directly
with Adam's hot erection. Paul looked across at me, with a questioning look on his face; I
responded with a smile, to let him know that I was fine with what was happening. He beckoned
me over with a tilt of his head; I was so tempted to approach these two lads, to move closer,
perhaps add my caresses to theirs, but I took a deep breath, smiled and gently shook my head.
Right at that moment, the buzzer from the intercom sounded loudly. I stood, and then turned to
the boys. Adam had closed his eyes. Paul looked at me, shrugged, and reluctantly withdrew his
hand from inside Adam's underwear, zipping his fly up again, as I left the room and went to the
intercom by the front door. I paused, and took a couple of deep breaths, before pressing the
microphone button:

'Is that my Ben?' I asked softly.
'You took your time!' there was genuine concern in his voice.
'Yeah, we were having a pretty intense conversation. Come on up, lovely'

	As I heard the main door slam shut, Ben's steps on the stairs were heavy and rapid. I had
barely opened the front door of my flat when he appeared at the top, the cheeks of his beautiful,
smooth face flushed a deep red, and a look on his face that told me he was genuinely upset.
The hug he gave me was brief – but still tender – and then he broke away, and spoke in a harsh
whisper:

'How come Paul's here?' he asked.
'He sent me a text out of the blue this afternoon; he said he got my number from you.'
'I didn't give it to him!' he snapped.
'You mean ... ? He must've got it from your phone, then.'
'I'm not happy about this!' Tears had sprung to his eyes, 'I thought we agreed ... .'
'Oh, Ben, nothing was going to happen, I promise you. We've just been talking. This Adam bloke
needed to get stuff off his chest, and Paul must've thought I'd be able to help, or something. He
asked if they could come round; I couldn't really say no,'
'I suppose. So, he didn't make a move on you?'

I remembered the feel of Paul's hard cock in my hand just after he arrived, but put the
image out of my mind as I replied:

'No! Ummm ... I think, if he's going to make a move on anybody, it's more likely to be Adam.'
'Oh?' Ben sounded surprised, 'But, he's straight! All the girls fancy him rotten! He's got a
girlfriend, I thought?'
'Well, that's kind of what we've been talking about ... I think we might go in now; I don't want to
seem rude.'
'I wanted to see YOU, not them,' he moaned, 'Can't we get rid of them?'
'We can try ... subtly, I mean,' I smiled, 'I've missed you so much!'

	I opened my arms, and Ben ran into them once again, burying his head into my chest. Oh,
the feel of my special boy close to me was so wonderfully joyful! I wrapped my arms around his
back, and held him close against me. His dark, brown hair was just above the level of my
shoulder, and I rubbed my cheek against the top of his handsome head. He looked up into my
eyes, and his moist lips parted. I leaned down into the kiss, which was gentle at first, then our
tongues met and our passion intensified for a moment before we – with some difficulty – broke
apart, as Paul let out a loud cough, to let us know we were being observed. As he continued to
press into me, I felt the hardness of his developing erection pressing urgently into the top of my
thigh. I moved my left hand down, to cup the base of his muscular behind, pulling his hips
against me. He ground it into me a few times, pressing his head into my chest as he did so. He
sighed as I released him, and then obediently headed for the living room; I followed close
behind, a hand on each of his broad shoulders. As we entered, I saw that Adam had returned to
his own chair, and both the boys were working hard at looking innocent. There was only one
armchair free, and Ben looked at me; I indicated he should sit down, which he did, and I then
perched on the soft arm to the right-hand side of the chair. The chairs in my living room are
quite large, so I could slide down into it and squeeze up next to him. It was not terribly
comfortable, so – after a brief moment of shuffling around – Ben swivelled around, lifting his
legs up so that they came to rest across my lap, with him sitting sideways on and facing the
other two lads. I supported him underneath his shoulders with one arm, and my other rested
across his thigh and stomach. I indicated my glass of lemonade, which was still almost full, and
Ben reached over to grab it, then drank from it thirstily.

The End of Chapter Four


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A bit of a teaser chapter this time ... Paul, my new friend Adam, and now
my special boy Ben are all in my flat, and there is sexual tension in the
air. The possibilities for what might have happened next are yours to
imagine, and mine to describe, in Chapter Five ...

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