Date: Tue, 31 Jul 2007 12:34:49 -0700 (PDT)
From: Rob Hoek <storyguy22@yahoo.com>
Subject: Greyhound to L.A.

   Another work of fiction from the fruitful mind of storyguy22. No living
creature or person was harmed in this story's creation, it does however
depict sexual situations between adults, and a minor boy. If that subject
matter offends you, or if you are too young to actually know if it does or
not, then carry on in your search for suitable material. The rest of you,
enjoy!


Greyhound to L.A.
By
Storyguy22


   For the third time in the last hour, twelve year old Bobby lifted his
blond head from his pillow, and peered at the red glowing numbers on the
face of the digital clock on his night stand. Jeezo, he thought, what a
long night this is, it's still only three a.m.! He rolled onto his back,
and stared up at the ceiling, the only light in the dim bedroom emanating
from the brightly glowing clock.

   Bobby was simply too excited to sleep, or, at least to stay asleep for
more than a few minutes at a time. If it ever actually did get to be
morning, he was to embark on an adventure that had been in the planning for
weeks now, beginning way back when school was still in session, and now
that the big day was nearly on tap, Bobby's excitement had simply
overwhelmed him, as excitement tends to do in twelve year old boys.

   The adventure that was costing Bobby precious sleep was to begin in the
morning, the one that seemed unwilling to arrive. If it ever actually did
get to be morning, Bobby was to finally embark on his solo trip, via the
Greyhound bus, to visit his life long friend, and former neighbor Skip, at
his new home in Los Angeles. Skip's family, until last summer, had lived
next door to Bobby's family for about as long as Bobby could remember, and
he and Skip had been nearly inseparable, closer, some said, then even
brothers. Skips moving away had been greatly traumatic for Bobby, and he
had only recently accepted the disagreeable fact that Skip had moved away,
and he had made the difficult adjustment to life without his very best
friend. But, all of that had changed some weeks ago, when Skip's mom had
called Bobby's mom, and suggested that once school was out for the summer,
Bobby make the trip to L.A., and spend a few weeks with Skip's family.

   After much discussion, Bobby's mom had finally relented, and agreed with
his dad that, at twelve, Bobby was mature enough to make the long bus ride
on his own, given that he would be adequately looked after by the bus
drivers, and, after all, how unsafe could it be, so long as he stayed on
the bus, and didn't wander away from some backwater town bus depot. Skip's
mom had assured them that she would be there when he arrived in L.A. and,
that the renewal of the boys special relationship seemed certainly
important enough endure a small bit of worry over the course of the ten
hour bus trip, and Bobby's mom had finally agreed.

   And so, with his mom's concerns assuaged to some degree, the bus ticket
had been purchased, along with more new summer clothes than Bobby had ever
dreamed of, his bags had been packed, and, if it ever got daylight, he
would be on his way. Bobby smiled in the darkness, already imagining all
the fun he and Skip were going to have, especially the long, sandy beaches
that Skip had been telling him about, and the boardwalk with its multiple
ride attractions, and seemingly endless video game opportunities. Bobby's
home was in a small foothills town, far from the ocean, and he was totally
excited about spending his summer in an ocean front city, and Skip had
assured him that where they lived was only a short walk, or bike ride, away
from the beach. He had visited the ocean a few times on family vacations,
and he dearly loved the long rolling waves, and curling surf, that washed
up in foam on the endless beaches, and better still, Skip had promised to
teach Bobby body-surfing, and something called boogy-boarding.

   As Bobby lay there staring at the ceiling, his mind played out a running
video of the many adventures that lie ahead, and the thoughts only added to
his excitement, and his inability to feel sleepy. Almost unaware he was
doing it, Bobby slipped his slender hand under the sheet, and into his
crotch, where he began idly toying with his penis, which very quickly
stiffened into a shapely, if slender, four inch erection. Bobby sighed
contentedly, the familiar warm feeling coursing through his young body as
he slowly stroked his rigid penis, and absently played with his plump
balls, and again, without any conscious thought, Bobby slid the small
briefs he was wearing down to his knees, and wrapped his fist around his
erection.

   As he stroked himself, Bobby reflected on the previous summer, when he
was eleven, and very much aware that his penis was frequently stiff like
this, even though he didn't quite understand why. Not really concerned with
the "why" of it, Bobby had quickly become aware that when it went all stiff
that way, if he rubbed it like he was doing now, or if he could somehow
hump it against his mattress, or a sofa cushion, depending on his
circumstances at the time, it felt awesome, and sent really nice feeling
tingles all through his young body. And so Bobby had, without any real
knowledge of what he was doing, embarked upon the life long pastime of
masturbation, and he loved it, and indulged it, at every opportunity. And
then, toward the end of that last summer, Bobby's understanding of what he
was indulging, and his pleasure in so doing, had been greatly enhanced when
an older cousin of fourteen had come for an extended visit.

   After sharing Bobby's room, and his bed, for several nights, the cousin,
Mike, had one night, after lights out, and quite out of the blue, asked
Bobby if he liked to jack off. Bobby had no clue what Mike was asking, so
he had just shrugged, and muttered a quiet response, saying that he guessed
he liked that ok, but wasn't really all that sure, because he didn't really
know the word. Mike had giggled knowingly, and then proceeded to not only
enlighten Bobby to the detailed definition of the term, but had then gone
on to boldly demonstrate the act, after he had switched on the
lights. Bobby was both shocked, and fascinated, as he lay quietly beside
Mike, and watched him steadily fist what to Bobby seemed like a formidable
penis, surrounded by an impressive growth of straggly looking hairs, and
coupled with a very impressive, and plump, pouch of balls. As he watched
Mike stroke his boner, his own little penis stiffened, and poked strongly
at the small white briefs he wore, and, when Mike noticed Bobby's
excitement, he had coaxed Bobby to take off the briefs, and join in.

   Bobby hadn't required more than that initial invitation, and he had
quickly skinned out of his briefs, then, happily mimicked Mikes pumping
movements on his raging erection, his other hand busy with his small balls,
as he stared fixatedly at Mike's impressive equipment. Before too long,
Mike's blissful expression had changed to more of a grimace, and his fist
literally flew over his angry looking penis, as Mike had emitted a series
of low grunts, followed by one much louder sound, right at the moment that
his penis erupted, suddenly spraying a thick, white fluid all over the
place, most of it ending up in streaks, and puddles, on Mikes heaving
chest, and stomach. Bobby was dumbfounded, and at first worried that Mike
had broken his penis, or some other awful thing, and he had abruptly
abandoned his own pumping, as he stared in awe at the mess on Mike's torso.

   Once Mike's rapture had faded, he had become aware that a somewhat
stunned Bobby was staring at his slimed body, open mouthed, and he had
giggled madly, realizing then that his cousin had not yet experienced any
semen production of his own, and was probably stymied as to what had just
happened. The long, and detailed discussion that followed provided young
Bobby with more enlightenment than his tender mind could ever have
imagined, and had also provided a lasting legacy for Bobby's new hero, his
cousin Mike, whom Bobby would from that day forward idolize. As Mike's
visit had continued, the joint jerk off sessions became a nearly daily
event for the boy's, sometimes even multiple event days, and, before Mike
departed for home, the two had even indulged in some sessions of "you do
me, and I'll do you," which, to Bobby's way of thinking, was purely the
ultimate, the tingly feelings being greatly enhanced when instigated by the
hand of another. As the boy's had indulged in what was to be the final
adventurous session of Mike's visit, Mike had quietly suggested that they
trade suck offs, as Mike and his bud back home frequently did, but Bobby
had recoiled at the suggestion of putting Mike's spitting penis inside his
mouth out of concern that it would, indeed, spit all that slimy juice into
his mouth. Not wanting to anger the boy by insisting, and thereby
relinquish one last opportunity to feel the small hand of his cousin
bringing him to a powerful orgasm, Mike had let the matter drop, albeit
still having planted the seed to ferment further in young Bobby's mind.

   It had been during the course of the school term following Mike's visit
that Bobby had finally surprised himself with the very first production of
his own creamy batter, at the culmination of one his very frequent
masturbation sessions, and he had delighted in running his fingers through
the warm goo that had splattered over his smooth tummy. As time, and
experience wore on, Bobby actually grew quite fond of his creamy
discharges, and had even taken to sucking his fingers after trailing them
through the slippery fluid, and, he had ultimately decided that the stuff
didn't actually taste all that gross, or anything, and, that maybe putting
Mike's penis into his mouth wouldn't have been bad at all, even if he did
spray all his stuff in there.  Bobby had filed that conclusion away in his
mind, deciding that, given another opportunity, he definitely wanted to
give sucking a penis, and having his own sucked in return, a try.

   All of this remembrance of Mike, and their mutual jacking, had heated
Bobby's libido to a fever pitch, and he now gave his full and undivided
attention to working his drooling penis to a thunderous orgasm, and he
shuddered strongly, as the spasming appendage gave forth the frothy nectar
from his young balls, spraying voluminous streaks of the thick cream across
his heaving tummy. After scooping the result onto his fingers, and noisily
sucking and licking them clean of all evidence, Bobby finally felt very
sleepy, and he rolled back over, and fell instantly asleep.

   Bobby started, his blond head jerking upward off his pillow, when his
mom had banged on his bedroom door, and yelled at him to get a move on, he
needed to shower, dress, and eat a good breakfast before time for his
bus. He rolled onto his back, and blinked at the ceiling several times,
amazed that the last few hours of what had seemed an endless night, had
literally flashed by in what seemed mere minutes, after he had jerked
off. He trailed his hand under the sheet, and giggled, when his hand
encountered his nakedness, and he giggled some more, as he gently fingered
his small, soft penis, thinking how embarrassing it would have been if his
mom had come in, as she often did on school mornings, and yanked the sheet
off him to wake him up. Yikes, he thought, she would have seen me all
nakey, if she did that today! Still chuckling, Bobby rolled out of bed, and
padded naked to his dresser, where he selected a pair of the brand new
white briefs his mom had bought several of for his trip, and a brand new
pair of white half-socks to wear with his brand new tennis shoes. Opening
another drawer, he produced a brand new pair of shorts, the ones he
especially favored, of the satin-like material that fit his young body
really well, and not all baggy, and too big looking, like so many of the
other styles did. Bobby also had a secret reason for favoring the satiny
material, that being how amazing it felt to wear them when he had the
opportunity to go without any undies. The smooth, nearly slippery material
of the shorts rubbing against his bare penis, and ball sac, felt incredibly
good, and always gave him a big boner^Åwell, as big as his got, anyway, but
hey^Åit was still growing, with a lot left to go!

   His wardrobe for the long bus ride selected, Bobby fished around under
his bed, finding his discarded briefs from the previous evening, and he
stepped into them, adjusting his nicely bulging package with his hand,
then, moved across the hall to the bathroom. He brushed his teeth, and peed
strongly, then, slipped off the briefs, and stepped into the shower,
enjoying the warm water, and the slippery soap, as he washed thoroughly,
paying particular attention to his thickening penis, and his nicely
dangling ball sac. He felt horny again, and considered another jack off,
thinking that he might not get many chances to do it, once he was sharing
with Skip, but before he had the opportunity to indulge his desire, his mom
banged on the door, again yelling for him to move it, it was getting
late. He sighed, and stepped out of the stall, then watched his erection
slowly wilt, as he dabbed the towel over his naked body. Once dry, Bobby
dressed in the new briefs, and the silky shorts, then padded back to his
room, where he completed the ensemble with a brand new tee shirt, a soft
blue shade that he thought looked good with his blond hair, and his very
blue eyes. He put on the half-socks, then his new tennis shoes, took a long
look around his bedroom, then, headed off to eat breakfast.

   Bobby and his mom entered the cavernous bus terminal building, and
paused just inside the door, waiting for his dad to park the car, and then
join them. Bobby looked all around the huge building, while he listened to
the tinny sounding public address system endlessly announce arrivals, and
departures of the steady stream of huge busses that lined the rear of the
building, some with their doors open to embark, or disgorge, a steady
stream of passengers, others moving along the wide drive, big puffs of
black smoke spewing behind them. Bobby felt excited, and he looked forward
to his solo bus ride adventure almost as much as he looked forward to
seeing Skip again, and he was eager to get started. His dad finally arrived
in the terminal, and they moved to the wide display board hanging from the
ceiling showing all the bus information in a bright digital
display. Bobby's mom studied the display briefly, then, took Bobby's arm,
and steered him toward the rear of the building, and the long row of
buses. She guided them to a door with a big number six painted on it, and
stopped, a puzzled frown crossing her face, as she stared though the closed
glass door at the empty parking space beyond. Bobby's dad and mom looked at
each other and his dad shrugged, then, moved off toward the information
desk nearby. When he returned, he did not look happy, as he walked up, and
informed Bobby and his mom that apparently the bus Bobby was to take was
having some mechanical problem, and that there would be a delay in
departure, possibly a lengthy one.

   Without any clear definition of exactly when Bobby's bus might be ready
to go, they really couldn't leave the terminal, so they walked over to a
waiting area, and sat down on the funny looking chairs that were all bolted
to the floor. The next few hours were a total bore, and the long wait took
a bit of the edge off Bobby's earlier excitement, and he actually even fell
off to sleep for quite a while, the sleeplessness night having caught up
with him. When Bobby woke up, his neck had a kink in it from being in a
prolonged awkward position while he slept, and, he needed to pee, big time!
He stood, and glanced around, finally spotting the men's room, which looked
to be about half a mile away in the huge terminal. He informed his parents
of his destination, and set off.

   Bobby entered the men's room into a short, tiled hallway, then, turned
the corner, and stopped in his tracks. Just across from his position were
maybe fifty, or more, shiny white urinals mounted all in a row along one
wall. There were none of the little panels between them like the ones he
was used to from school, and the public restrooms at the mall that he had
used many times, and he stood staring at the several men that faced the
urinals, calmly eliminating their bladders, as they loosely held a variety
of exposed adult penis'. Bobby's eyes quickly shifted from one to the next,
his own penis rapidly swelling inside his shorts, an occurrence that kind
of surprised him, and he wasn't quite sure what to do next, knowing full
well that trying to pee with a boner was always an issue. The man standing
closest to Bobby glanced over, and Bobby saw his gaze flicker downward,
coming to rest briefly on Bobby's tented shorts, and the man smiled, as he
met Bobby's blank stare. He winked, and Bobby had no idea why, but he
reflexively smiled back at the man, who had completed his business, and
stepped slightly away from the fixture. Turning in Bobby's direction, the
man made no effort to conceal the thick penis that dangled from his open
fly, and Bobby stared at the heavy stalk openly, finding himself unable to
look away. The man smiled again, then, reached to secure his penis, and zip
up his fly, then, walked toward Bobby. As he approached, his eyes again
dropped to Bobby's shorts, as he sized up the boy's obvious erection, then,
he stopped directly in front of Bobby, and shocked the young boy by quietly
suggesting that he join him in one of the stalls at the back of the room,
where he would gladly "help" him out with his "problem." Bobby gasped at
the suggestion, alarmed that this adult man would be interested in his
boner "problem," much less suggesting that he "help" him with it in some
smelly old bathroom stall!

   Bobby skirted around the man, and hurried along the row of urinals,
averting his eyes now from the several other men that were showing interest
in his presence, as they fondled their dangling manhood's. He reached the
end of the row, and rounded the corner, and encountered another long row of
gleaming white urinals, sans modest panels, but fortunately also devoid of
other men. He quickly stepped up to the closest fixture, and tugged down
the front of his shorts, and his small briefs along with them, then gripped
his still hard penis in his hand. Forcing it downward, Bobby closed his
eyes, and tried to picture math problems in his head, willing his erection
to subside, as he felt the nearly painful pressure on his bladder. Finally,
he felt a sense of relaxing in his groin, then, his penis jumped a little
in his grip, and began to unload, a strong stream of his Uren splashing
forcefully against the porcelain. The feeling of relieve was exquisite, and
Bobby closed his eyes, savoring the lessening of the bladder pressure, as
it drained. He heard a shuffling sound, and opened his eyes, and glanced to
his left, seeing a man rounding the corner he had just come around. Bobby
watched, his heart thudding in his chest, as the man walked very slowly
past Bobby, his brooding eyes never wavering in staring directly at the
boy's exposed penis and balls. As soon as the man had passed, and quickened
his pace toward the exit, another man rounded the corner, and approached
the slightly rattled boy. He stopped right next to Bobby, and openly peered
at his young penis, then, in a low, and gravely sounding voice, he
blatantly offered to suck the boy off, telling him that he had a very nice
looking "boy cock." Bobby shook his head violently, pushing hard to end his
peeing, and the man shrugged, and moved on, moving quickly now, to the
exit. Bobby sighed with relief, finished, and got his penis put away, then
hurried to the exit, and got out of there, all but jogging back to his
parents.

   Bobby decided not to mention the men's room incident to his folks,
thinking that they would surely raise a big ruckus of some sort, and
besides, he thought, now that I am out of there, it actually was kind of
exciting having those men look at his penis, and even offer to suck it. He
wasn't really sure just why that had excited him, only that it had, and, he
had certainly added to his arsenal of "street smarts" by learning that
there were apparently a fair number of adult men who were very much
interested in the penis' of young boys.

   Early afternoon approached, and finally, the announcement was made that
Bobby's bus was now ready for boarding. Relieved, Bobby's mom and dad
walked back to door number six, where Bobby's dad gave him a brief hug, and
a thick roll of money, as he said good bye. His mom went through the door
with Bobby, and even onto the bus, and moved them to one side of the isle,
waiting for the few other passengers to settle on a seat choice. When
everyone was seated, Bobby's mom suggested that he might want to find a
seat on the upper deck of the big bus, since most everyone else had chosen
the lower deck, and he could likely have a whole seat row to himself. Bobby
happily agreed, just wanting now to get under way without further delay,
and he nodded, and then followed his mom up the short stairway to the upper
deck seats. Bobby looked around, and decided on the second set of double
seats on his right, where the emergency exit door was located, thinking
that in case of an accident, he would be able to get out of the bus, and he
settled into the window seat. His mom lingered, and fussed a while longer,
then finally hugged him, and kissed him, and left the bus. Finally, thought
Bobby, his original excitement quickly returning, alone, and on my own for
like the next nine or ten hours. Cool!

   The big bus exited the terminal, and maneuvered through city traffic a
while, finally picking up speed as it rolled up a freeway entrance ramp,
and entered the hiway. Bobby sat back in the big comfortable seat, and
watched the landscape zip past, his mind going back to the weird men in the
men's room, which once more stiffened his penis. I wonder, he mused, if I
had gone back there with him, what that guy would have done to "help" me
with my "problem." He giggled softly, imagining the man's big hand rubbing
his throbbing boner, and making his cream jet out all over, and he reached
into his lap, and gave his penis a squeeze, thinking that maybe after it
got dark, he could take it out, and maybe jack off to relieve the nagging
tingle in his little balls. He giggled again, thinking how nasty that would
be, and he decided then and there that he would do it, just as soon as it
was dark enough. Heck, he thought, as long as this trip is, I might
actually do it a few times, that would really be cool!

   Bobby settled back into the comfortable seat, and watched through the
darkly tinted window, as the scenery rolled by, his hand still absently
fingering his erection, as he enjoyed the pleasant feelings coursing
through his slim body. He must have dozed off at some point, and when he
opened his eyes, the big bus was again threading its way though city
traffic, rather than cruising down the wide freeway like it had been before
his short nap. Bobby watched out the window with interest, as the bus
maneuvered along what were obviously city streets, the surrounding
buildings seeming to grow steadily more dilapidated as they went
along. Finally, Bobby spotted a large sign fixed on the face of a kind of
ugly building declaring that the place was a Greyhound Bus terminal, and he
felt the bus make a sharp turn, and then enter a dark garage, where it
stopped. The bus's intercom came to life, and the driver announced that
this was Stockton, California, and they would be departing again in just
twenty minutes time. Bobby thought about getting off the bus, then recalled
his mothers admonishment to not go wandering around during the various
stops the bus would be making, so he decided to stay on board. He did need
to pee, though, and he got up from his seat, and made his way to the back
of the bus where a compact little rest room was located. He went inside,
and latched the door, then turned to the shiny little stainless steel
lavatory, and lifted the lid. He slid his fingers into the elastic band at
the waist of his new shorts, and pushed them and his brand new little
briefs down his thighs, and then gripped his now soft penis in his hand,
and let it go. Finished, Bobby stood there a couple of minutes, fingering
his little penis, and it quickly grew stiff in his grip, so he rubbed it
several times, again enjoying immensely the pleasant tingling deep in his
balls. He moved his other hand to his silky little pouch, and probed the
grape sized nuggets within, and the good feelings washed over him, causing
him to shudder, as he briefly considered jacking off into the small
commode. No, he decided, remembering his idea to do it back at his seat
after it got dark, and, again finding that prospect strangely exciting, he
reached down, and pulled his briefs, and shorts, back up into place. He
flushed, and washed his hands in the tiny sink, then used a paper towel to
dry, then made his way back to his seat, and settled in.

   A short time later, Bobby's gazing out of the window was interrupted by
the sudden presence of a man standing in the isle right next to his
seat. Bobby turned away from the window, and looked up at the man, who was
smiling down at him. He was a nice looking man of maybe early forties,
nicely dressed in slacks, and one of those golf shirts like his dad wore a
lot, and he was holding a small sport bag in his hand. He smiled again at
Bobby, and said hello, and Bobby smiled back, and greeted the man in
return. The man reached up then, and opened one of the overhead storage
bins, and placed his bag inside. He closed it up again, then once more
smiled at Bobby, as he indicated the seat on the opposite side of the isle
from Bobby's, and asked him if it was okay if he sat there. Bobby thought
that was a nice gesture for the man to make, asking him first if he minded
some company, and he smiled back, and said, sure, that was cool with him,
and the man settled into the seat.

   Soon, the bus got under way again, exiting the terminal garage, and the
driver again entering the freeway, headed south. The man chatted with Bobby
across the narrow isle, asking him a lot of questions about himself, like
how old he was, what grade of school he was in, did he like any particular
sports, or games, and what had brought the young boy to be alone on this
bus headed to Los Angeles. Bobby answered all of his questions, elaborating
on the more interesting topics, like the sport favorites, and the video
games, which the man seemed quite knowledgeable about, considering he was
kind of old. As the miles, and hours, passed quickly, Bobby found himself
actually liking the man, and enjoying the conversation, but at the edge of
his mind was the realization that it was getting dusk outside, and his
thoughts quickly returned his plan to play with his penis, and spray his
cream, and he now worried that he would have to forego the pleasure that he
had waited all day for. He wondered how he might still manage to execute
his plan with the man sitting right there practically next to him.

  Another thirty minutes or so passed, with the bus interior growing
steadily dimmer as the ambient light from outside turned to darkness, and
Bobby was growing frustrated, knowing that this was pretty much the perfect
time for him to play with his boner, and make his cums, but the man
continued making conversation. Finally, Bobby had just about decided that
what he would be forced to do was go back into the tiny bathroom, and jack
off there, which irritated him because he could have just gone ahead and
done that a long time ago. Beside that, Bobby had been thinking all day how
great it was going to be to get nearly naked in his seat, and take his time
playing with his penis and balls, while he enjoyed the edge of danger the
act would present, given the slim chance of his maybe getting caught by one
of the other passengers, even though they were all still sitting on the
lower deck of the bus.

   Bobby suddenly realized that the man hadn't spoken in a while, and he
looked across the isle, and smiled, as he saw that the man looked like he
was napping. The man had rested his head against the seat back, and had
stretched his legs out into the isle, and his eyes were closed, and Bobby
studied him quietly for several minutes, trying to be certain that he was
in fact sleeping before carrying out his long awaited plan. As the boys
eyes studied the man, he noticed a large lump in the mans slacks, right
where his adult penis would be if he had a boner, and the boy giggled, as
he realized that was exactly what he was staring at, the man did actually
have a boner, and it was easy to see that it was a really big one,
too. Bobby's boy cock quickly swelled inside his shorts, and he reached
down to grip it, and rub it, as he stared at the man's thick penis poking
at his slacks. The man stirred a little, and his hand moved to his lap, and
he idly ran his fingers over the lump of his erection, and Bobby's eyes
went wide, his imagination producing sharp mental images of what the mans
big penis might look like, and how it would feel to touch it like the man
was doing right now in his sleep.

   Unable to contain his rapidly growing excitement, and horniness, Bobby
took a quick glance at the short stairway leading to the lower level of the
bus, and saw no activity of any kind, the lower level interior actually
being quite dark. Quick as a wink, Bobby raised his cute little butt up off
the seat, and skinned his shorts and little briefs down his smooth legs,
and off his feet, dropping them onto the spare seat. He sat back, and
gripped his boner in his fist, and began slowly rubbing its length, while
his other hand moved to play with his small balls, as he stared hungrily at
the mans erection. He was really tempted to edge over, and reach out to
touch it, but he was afraid that doing so would rouse the man, and then he
would be in all kinds of trouble, so he resisted, and began fingering the
smooth head of his own penis, a movement that caused him to shudder, and
groan softly. Bobby smiled, loving his daring, and the naughtiness of his
sitting here nearly naked on a bus full of people, and as hard as a post,
while he rubbed his boner, and fingered his tingling balls. He let his head
sink against the seat, and closed his eyes for a few seconds to savor the
building pleasure in his young balls as his fingers continued to gently
assault the now leaking head of his boy dick, which he was purposely doing
to avoid rubbing up and down his erection, knowing that doing much of that
would have him spraying all over the place way too soon. This, he thought
wickedly, is uber cool, and so very nasty, and he was totally glad that he
had waited for this opportunity.

   Bobby's reverie was suddenly shattered, as the man suddenly spoke to
him, very quietly, making Bobby emit a squeaking sound, as his heart
practically leapt into his mouth, as the man said,

   "Guess you're horny too kid^Ådamn nice dick by the way, I think it's
something to do with the motion of the bus that always does this to me,
too."

   His hands freezing on his boner, and his balls, Bobby whirled his head
in the direction of the man, and was stunned when he saw that at some point
the man had apparently freed his long, thick penis from his slacks, so that
it now stuck straight up through his open fly, and that his big hand was
slowly stroking it as he watched Bobby's exposed penis hungrily. Bobby
studied the man's expression and his mind quickly recalled that same look
on the faces of the men back in the terminal bathroom earlier that
day. Then, the man softened his face, and smiled, as he met Bobby's wide
eyed stare, and said, again very softly,

   "How about moving your hands for a second, kid^ÅI'd really like to see
that pretty dick better, if you don't mind."

   Bobby's heart raced, his mind bubbling with confusion, and a little
fear, not certain of the mans intention, as he struggled with a strong
desire to comply, and show off his pretty young boner to the adult, and the
fear that the man might turn him in to the bus driver for being nearly
naked in his seat. As he stewed over the conflict, the man smiled broadly
again, and removed his big hand from his own huge penis, and allowed Bobby
an unfettered view of the pulsing manhood. He even flexed it several times,
still grinning at Bobby's stunned expression as he watched closely.

   "Go ahead kid^Ågive me a look, okay^Å?...I mean, you are sure staring at
mine, so, fair is fair, right?" the man encouraged quietly, again making
his huge penis jump.

   Bobby made his mind up then, deciding that dangerous or not, this was
simply too exciting to pass up, and besides, if the man said anything to
the driver, then Bobby could say that the man had exposed himself to him
first, and then asked for him to show him his. That decided, Bobby withdrew
his hands from his lap, and let the man fully see and appreciate his
youthful erection, as it jutted from his nearly hairless groin.

   Bobby heard a low groan from the man, as he stared hard at Bobby's fully
exposed penis, and ball sac, and the man slowly shook his head, as he again
told Bobby how beautiful he thought his penis was, and a good size too, for
one so young. Bobby's heart hammered rapidly in his chest, but there was
simply no denying the strong sense of the tingles that washed over him as
well, so he relaxed a little, and actually began to enjoy the sense of the
mans eyes locked onto his pulsing erection.

   "Really nice, kid^Åperfect^Åyou really are a package^ÅI, uh^Åwonder if
you might take off the shirt, too^Åplease^ÅI'd really love to see you all
the way naked, and all hard like that^Åbeautiful, just really beautiful!"

   The suggestion seemed to only add fuel to Bobby's already scorching
lust, and without even really thinking about it, he quickly gripped the hem
of his tee shirt, and yanked it over his head, before dropping it onto the
pile of his other clothing on the seat beside him, leaving the boy
stunningly naked, blushing hotly, and at the same time, more sexually aware
than ever before.

   "Damn kid^Åwow^Åyou have a great little body^Åamazing^Åso smooth, and
kind of soft looking^ÅJesus^Åhardly a hair in sight^Åand that perfect
boner^Ådelicious!" muttered the man, his hand once again moving over the
length of his huge penis.

   Bobby giggled, feeling totally wicked, and fully excited, to be
shamelessly exhibiting his nakedness for the man this way, and he actually
preened a little, turning a bit in the seat to give the man a more full
frontal view of his naked body, and his very hard boner, and balls.

   "Touch yourself for me kid^Åplease^Åjust go ahead and rub that pretty
cock, and play with those cute little balls for me^Åplease!" plead the man,
his hungry gaze flicking over Bobby's completely naked body from head to
toe, and back again.

   Feeling suddenly bold, Bobby decided to act out one of his favorite jack
off fantasies, and he quickly shifted on the seat so that his knees were
under him, so that he was kind of sitting on them, and he pointed his
bobbing erection directly at the man. He reached down, and wrapped his
right fist around his rigid penis, while his left dropped lower to cup his
scrotum, and he looked at the man, as he began slowly fondling his boyish
equipment. The man groaned again, his eyes never moving from Bobby's hands,
and his own hand mimicked Bobby's movements, as he slowly fisted his thick
man cock.

   "Can I come across, kid^Åover there, I mean^Å?...God how I would love to
touch you^Åtouch that^Åhonest kid, it will feel amazing^Åand I'd never do
anything to hurt you^Åno way^Åyou're just way too hot, is all, and I really
would love to make you feel amazing feelings, if you're okay with
it^Åanybody ever touched you like that before, kid^Å?...it's the best
feelings in the world, believe me, and I'd really like to show you what I'm
talking about!" blurted the excited man, all but begging.

   Too excited to resist now, Bobby quickly nodded his head, then jerked it
toward the window behind him, indicating for the man to move across the
narrow isle, as he dropped his clothing to the floor to make room for the
man. In a flash, the guy was up, and across the isle in about two steps,
and as he stepped in front of Bobby, his huge penis nearly hit the boy in
the face. He dropped onto the seat then, and for a long moment, just looked
at the very naked boy, his hungry eyes devouring every inch of the
beautiful young boy before him. Bobby could actually hear his heart beat, a
kind of loud roaring sound in his head, and he shivered, the intense look
the man was giving his nakedness seeming to go right through him.

   "My God, kid^Åyou are incredible^ÅI have no idea where to start^Å."
groaned the man.

   Bobby eyed the thick man cock that rose from the man's fly, and kind of
shrugged, desperately trying to telepathically tell the man that it really
didn't matter, he just needed him to touch him, anyplace, and everyplace,
and soon. The man hesitated another minute, his eyes darting over Bobby's
naked form repeatedly, and he finally extended a slightly trembling hand,
and trailed the thick fingers over the satin smooth skin of Bobby's
chest. His touch was so light, and gentle, that Bobby shivered again, and
felt a sharp jolt in his balls, as the fingers traced small circles over
his little nipples, each in turn.

   "Oh boy!" chirped Bobby, genuinely surprised at what seemed like some
sort of direct connection between his sensitive little nipples, and his
tingling balls.

   Encouraged by the boy's seemingly favorable reaction, the man brought
his other hand into play, now fingering, and lightly pinching both small
nubs at once, as the boy shuddered again, and sighed contentedly. On
impulse, sensing that the nipple stimulation was a brand new experience for
the boy, he leaned his head in closer, and lapped his wet tongue over one
pink nub, licking the stiff little point wetly, as he fingered its twin. He
let his free hand trail down over the silky torso, and savored the creamy
softness of the blemish free skin, and he changed up to a side to side
movement when he reached the boys groin, stopping just a scant distance
above the pulsing little boy nail. As he moved his palm across the boy's
groin, he let his fingers spread, and he was acutely aware of the fine
smattering of silky pubic hairs that had doubtless only recently begun to
sprout there. Bobby, for his part, was feeling slightly dizzy, the multiple
stimulations causing him to pant some, and he groaned again, when the man
moved his mouth to his other nipple, and began gently sucking
it. Reflexively, and because he was unsure of what to do with his hands,
Bobby threaded his delectate fingers into the man's thick hair, and lightly
held his head in his hands, while he closed his eyes, and let his head roll
backward, his young body aflame with incredible feelings.

   Bringing all of his self control into play, the man resisted the
compelling urge to grasp the rigid penis that throbbed so near, and he
forced himself to bypass it, as he ran his fingers down Bobby's firm,
smooth thigh until he reached his knee cap. He moved across then, and let
his fingers glide upward along the opposite thigh, working them to the
inside of the buttery skin, and then adding some pressure, pushing the leg
outward, so that Bobby widened his bent knees. The man pulled his head away
from Bobby's stiffened nipple, and paused a moment to blow his warm breath
across the wet nubbin, making Bobby shudder again, and release a low groan
of pleasure. The man smiled, admiring briefly the pointy nipples on the
boys chest, then, straightened, and let his hungry gaze slowly drift
downward over the stunning boy, finally settling it on the rigid boyhood
erection, and the perfect little pouch that was suspended below. He gulped,
the perfection of the sculpted boyhood taking his breath away once more,
then, he continued dragging his thick fingers up the inside of Bobby's
thigh, finally reaching the boy's plump little pouch. He diddled the
hairless sac with the tips of two fingers, then relished the movement of
the grape-sized orbs within, then, spread his palm open, and gently closed
it around the heavier than expected pouch, and gave it a gentle squeeze.

   Bobby gasped, his head spinning again, as the man gently, and expertly,
manipulated his young balls, instantly generating the familiar tingly
feeling that Bobby always experienced when playing with his own balls, only
this was like a hundred times more intense. He swooned slightly, gasping
again, as the man now moved his other hand to his groin, and used his
fingers to tug at Bobby's sparse pubic growth, just above the root of his
aching penis. Bobby opened his eyes then, and looked down, noting how
rapidly his smooth chest was rising and falling with his heavy breathing,
and he watched, mesmerized, as the man spread his thick fingers open, and
then closed them around the shaft of his throbbing penis, squeezing it
firmly.

   "Oh boy^Åoh gosh^Å!" chirped Bobby again, his senses reeling with
feelings, as the man slowly began stroking his boyhood, his other hand
still fondling his aching young balls.

   Back and forth the man's hand went, steadily stroking Bobby's rampant
boyhood, and with one last downward tug, he released Bobby's scrotum, and
slid that arm around his slim waist. Bobby gasped again, and gave a little
jerk, as the man's big hand closed over the small, firm globes of his
pretty little butt, and kneaded the succulent flesh, while the other hand
continued to pump his rigid shaft. A couple of minutes passed, the only
sounds being Bobby's small moans, and the mingling of their ragged
breathing, as Bobby stared fixated at the big hand working his penis, and
the man stared fixatedly at the stunning boy before him. As his big hand
slid to the top of the boy's shaft, the man swiped the ball of his thumb
across the plumb shaped helmet of Bobby's cock head, and he smiled, as he
sensed the wetness there, evidence of the boy's youthful fluids oozing from
the tiny center slit. Bobby shuddered strongly as the mans thumb once more
slid over his well shaped helmet and he felt the familiar wetness that he
knew to be a sure fire signal of his impending eruption.

   His lust growing by the second, the man could scarcely believe the good
fortune of his day, and he shifted his grip on the boy's pert little butt
so that one stubby finger invaded the warm crease that perfectly divided
the firm mounds, and went in search of the boy's core, one that the man
just knew would be still more perfection, doubtless a tight little oval of
blushing pinkness guarding the entrance to the boy's silky tunnel. He
located the tiny ridges of firm tissue that surrounded the tiny pucker, and
he probed it with a fingertip, as Bobby gasped loudly, and tensed his
slender body, instantly both surprised, and very much aroused by the
unexpected intrusion of his most secret place. The man diddled his finger
against the tight little oval several times, his other hand continuing to
stroke the oozing boy nail, and he added some pressure, then more, until
the tip of his finger dipped just inside the tightly gripping ring of the
boy's tender asshole.

   "OHHhhh^Å.oh gosh!" sang a startled Bobby, his hips thrusting forward in
reflex to the surprising invasion, and his penis spasmed sharply, a large
offering of his silky smooth fluid emerging from the tiny slit.

  The man watched the tear-drop shaped pearl of clear fluid ooze from the
slit, and he groaned then, before quickly dipping his head, and swiping his
wide tongue over the smooth helmet, deftly capturing the slippery fluid. He
swilled his tongue through his mouth, his taste buds savoring the
slickness, and the slightly tart flavor of the boy's juices, and he quickly
milked the rigid shaft, eliciting another small dollop of the tasty nectar,
which he instantly captured on his extended tongue as well, again savoring
its nutty taste in his mouth. Bobby was in sensory overload, his slender
body quivering as if cold, so many new sensations washing over him all at
once, and he was torn between which stimuli was the most exciting, the
man's thick finger inside his hole, or the dizzying feel of his tongue
licking the head of his penis.

   Before Bobby could begin to resolve his dilemma, the man's next action
rendered it all benign, as he once more dipped his large head low, and
expertly engulfed the whole of Bobby's penis into his warm, wet
mouth. Bobby gasped loudly, his mind reeling as the man worked his magic on
his youthful body, as Bobby's focus of awareness shifting at dizzying
speeds between whatever the thick finger inside his hole was touching that
was making him crazy, and the breath taking feeling of the man's wet mouth
sucking his penis. As another bliss filled minute passed, the debate of
which stimuli was most stunning became a moot argument, as Bobby's
shuddering body had reached the boiling point, simply unable to absorb any
more of the maddening stimulation it was receiving, and he felt his young
balls pull sharply up in his sac, and his penis throbbed powerfully, as his
boiling young cream burst forth, rapid volleys of young seed jetting
strongly into the man's amazing mouth in rapid spurts, one immediately
followed by the next.

   The man felt the rigid young stalk buck sharply in his sucking mouth,
and his finger was dislodged from the boy's tight rear hole, as the boy
slammed his hips forward, and in the next instant his mouth was suddenly
flooded with burst after burst of the boy's creamy essence, as the
intensity of his orgasm propelled the surprisingly viscous fluid into his
mouth, the volume requiring the man to swallow repeatedly as the quivering
boy delivered an amazing amount of volume for his tender age. Finally, the
flexing penis stilled in the man's mouth, and as he continued to gently
suckle it, he felt it soften, and begin to wither, and he pulled away,
releasing it, as he sat back, and gazed up at the fully flushed boy. My
God, the man thought, if anything, this kid is even more stunning now, than
before that amazing blow.

   He let his eyes travel over the still panting boy's naked body, taking
in the reddish flush that glowed in his creamy cheeks, and across his upper
torso, even extending to his now sagging shoulders, and nearly hairless
arms. His little nipples were still stiff, and swollen, and now appeared a
much darker tone of brown than the previous pink, and his soft little tummy
was heaving, as he gasped for air. The man settled his gaze on the now
small, and shriveled boyhood, and the balls that hung more loosely below,
fully spent for the moment, but, the man knew too well, soon to recharge
once again, and be more than ready to again deliver yet another stunning
load of the delicious boy-honey that he still savored as an after taste in
his mouth. Glancing back to the boy's cute face, he made eye contact, and
smiled, as the stunned boy blinked rapidly several times, and then smiled
back, as he sucked in a deep breath, and exclaimed,

   "Wow^Å.oh boy^Åthat was^Åwell^Åjust, WOW^Å!"

   The man chuckled, nodding, as he reached his heavy arms toward the boy,
and the boy all but collapsed forward into the man's arms, as the man held
him, stroking his fine, soft hair, and replied,

   "Indeed, little soldier^Å.wow, indeed!"

   Bobby liked the feel of the man's strong arms wrapped around his slender
body, and he snuggled in closer to him, moving his legs, and settling his
small, tight butt down on the man's beefy thighs. He sat back then, and
looked down, his eyes going wide, and his lush little mouth forming into an
oval, as he eyed the man's rigid, and very wet penis, still poking through
his open fly. It seemed huge to Bobby, and thick as a post, the rounded
head shiny, and very wet, and Bobby almost thought he could see it
pulsing. It looked stiff enough to snap if someone were to try to bend it,
and as if to test that theory, Bobby moved his hand out in front of him,
and wrapped his small fist around the thick man cock.

   Bobby was not surprised when he realized that his small hand would
barely reach around the full circumference of the thick shaft, and he felt
the mans muscles contract at the contact of his grasp, and he tightened his
grip as best he could manage, and began a steady pumping of the oozing
erection, his own wilted boyhood stirring slightly.

   "Oh Jesus, kid^Åyea^ÅGod that's nice^Åperfect^Åjust keep rubbing it like
son^Åjust like that...ohh Christ!" groaned the man, his breath catching
raggedly in his throat.

   Bobby absently nodded, not really hearing the words the man spoke, his
complete focus being centered on the thick penis he held in his hand, and
the ample amount of clear fluid it was steadily oozing. He slid his thumb
across the wet head, and savored the slickness of the fluid, and the man
groaned again, his body shuddering under Bobby's touch. Feeling somewhat
light headed from all the excitement of the past half hour or so, Bobby's
mind struggled to comprehend the somewhat startling fact that for the first
time ever in his young life he had been touched in a sexual way by an adult
man, and was, in fact, now touching that same adult man in a decidedly
sexual manner himself. Faint echoes of his parents oft spoken warnings of
the dangers of such activity nagged at the far corners of his mind, but
were easily overshadowed by the thrill of holding this incredible
instrument in his slender hand, and stroking its pulsing thickness, as he
eagerly awaited the outcome he knew to be inevitable.

   The man grunted and huffed, straining mightily against his rapidly
growing urges to let go, and ejaculate his pent up semen into the stunning
boys sweet face, and he stared at the somewhat small hand that glided
smoothly along the length of his thick manhood, transfixed with the
dizzying sight of this specimen of boyhood intently coaxing him ever closer
to orgasm. He saw a tear drop of his flowing precum emerge from the wide
slit in the bulbous head of his cock, and he very nearly lost it, when the
boy saw it as well, and, without hesitation, dipped his pretty face toward
the man's burgeoning erection, and swiped his pink little tongue over the
oozing head, swiping away the slippery fluid.

   "OHHhhh Jesus, kid^Åoh Christ^Å!" moaned the man, his balls rapidly
boiling over, as the boy just kept going, taking fully half of the thick
man cock into his warm, wet mouth, and sucking it strongly.

   The man's eyes widened and he stared, barely believing his own eyes, as
the boy paused in his downward thrust, and, holding the man's rampant penis
in his mouth, looked up at him. The boys stunning eyes were filled with
wonder, and uncertainty, as if silently asking if he was doing it right,
and the vision of his thickness swelling the soft, smooth cheeks of the boy
sent him careening over the edge. His balls drew up smartly, and the thick
shaft of his cock spasmed strongly, and erupted, sending volley after heavy
volley of his massive ejaculate jetting into the boys tender mouth. The boy
gagged, then coughed several times, as he gamely held on to the spurting
penis with his slim fingers wrapped at it's thick base, the spitting
monster bucking strongly in his small mouth, as he struggled to stay with
it, gagging repeatedly, as he swallowed rapidly, again and again,
struggling to ingest the viscous cream that flooded his mouth.

   Just as the startled boy had decided that he was pretty much going to
drown in the man's voluminous offering, the spraying cock ceased gorging
it's contents into the boy's throat, and, with a final spasm, it seemed to
calm, and become noticeably softer, as the intense orgasm passed. Bobby
swallowed once more, sensing the slimy substance sliding down his throat,
then, pulled his head back, releasing the now wilting manhood from his
battered mouth. He continued to hold it with finger and thumb, as he stared
at the shiny wet head, and swallowed again, his tongue washing over his
small teeth, and the roof of his mouth, to capture any residual of the
thick cream he could find. He smacked his lush lips, savoring the only
slightly bitter aftertaste, and decided that while it was noticeably
stronger than his own flavor, it wasn't at all distasteful, just a little
bit acidic, maybe like the bleach his mom used on the laundry. He rolled
his soft eyes upward once more, and met the stunned gaze of the man, then
smiled broadly, and waited for the man to say something. The man blinked
several times rapidly, as he inhaled deeply, then, a slow smile spread over
his flushed face, and he said, still somewhat breathless,

   "My God Son^Åoh my God^Åthat was absolutely incredible^ÅI haven't cum
like that in forever^Åamazing^Åare you alright, kid?"

   Bobby continued grinning like it was Christmas morning, as he nodded,
and replied sweetly,

   "Yes Sir, I'm great actually^Åand wow, you really make a lot of stuff^ÅI
mean, like, a whole lot!"

Chuckling, the man nodded, and reached out his big arms toward the boy,
signaling for Bobby to come onto his lap and cuddle with him, and Bobby
quickly settled his slender body against the man, once more feeling secure
in the strength of the man's arms. The man sighed heavily, and lightly
stroked Bobby's body with his thick fingers, and Bobby nestled his head
against the man's wide chest, and closed his eyes, suddenly feeling quite
tired, and even sleepy. The man held him that way for several minutes,
then, seemed to become suddenly alert, and very aware of the precariousness
of their situation, a very naked young boy in the lap of a man whose now
reposing penis still protruded from his gaping fly, both of them in plain
view should anyone decide to climb the bus's short stairway. Moving
quickly, the man slid his meaty hands into Bobby's hairless underarms, and
effortlessly lifted his slender body, then, deposited him onto the empty
window seat. Standing, the man pushed his heavy penis back inside his
pants, and zipped up, then, reached up to open the storage compartment
above his head. He removed a folded blanket, and shook it out, then draped
it over the still naked boy, effectively concealing his nakedness from any
wandering passengers from the lower deck. Perfect, the man thought, the kid
is still naked, and ready for round two, but covered this way, no one will
be the wiser should they come up to the upper level. He looked down at
Bobby who appeared to be napping, and he smiled, again giving silent thanks
to the great good fortune of his day, and then settled back into his
original seat across the isle from the sleeping boy, as he too closed his
eyes, and relished the amazing feeling of satisfaction that coursed through
his body.

   Bobby stirred, then woke, sensing the pressure from his bladder. He
opened his eyes, blinking, as he took a moment to become aware of his
surroundings, and the motion of the bus rolling down the hiway.  He
operated the button that moved his seat back into its upright position, and
as the seat back moved forward, the blanket he was covered with slid down,
exposing his smooth bare chest to the cooler air, and Bobby suddenly
realized that he was totally naked beneath the blanket. He rolled his head
to the side, his gaze settling on the man sleeping on the other side of the
narrow isle, and he grinned, his mind flashing back to the earlier events
between the man and himself. Oh boy, he thought, his penis going erect as
he slid his hand under the blanket to grip it, how cool was that, the man
had taken all his clothes off, and then played with him, his dick and
stuff, and even sucked him, letting him shoot his sperms inside his mouth,
and everything^Åwow! He rubbed his rigid erection, the sweet tingles
beginning to wash over his lithe body again, and he considered jerking off
another load, then realized that he really did need to pee, and badly.

   Bobby leaned over toward the isle, and peered into the semi-darkness of
the buses lower deck, and, seeing no movement, he slid off the seat, then
located his small briefs on the floor under his seat, and pulled them
on. He stepped into the isle, and walked to the small bathroom at the rear
of the bus, and went inside. After taking what seemed like a long time to
drain his aching bladder, Bobby moved to the small sink, and washed his
face and hands, then rinsed out his sleep tasting mouth. He ran his fingers
through his soft hair, half way getting it sorted, then, exited the
bathroom, and moved back up the narrow isle, holding on to the seat backs
to steady himself against the motion of the bus. He reached his seat row,
and paused, looking again at the man who had provided him such amazing
feelings earlier, and he felt his penis stir again, as the vivid memory
excited him once more.

   The man sensed the boy's presence, and his olfactory sense picked up the
fresh scent that is so unique to young boys such as Bobby, and he opened
his eyes, turning his head to look at Bobby. His breath caught in his
throat as his vision adjusted to the dim light, and he let his hungry gaze
travel over the boy's slender young body, taking in each inch of the
exposed skin. My God, he thought, what a delicious sight to wake up to,
this stunning young boy, nearly naked, clad only in those tiny briefs that
cling so saucily to his sweet young cock, and balls. He smiled at the boy,
who stood in the isle grinning at him, then, reached out to take the boys
hand, and gently tug him into the seat row. Bobby moved in front of the
seated man, and felt the warmth flood into his smooth cheeks, as he watched
the man lift one big hand, and place it on his chest, then, move it in
small circles, his thick fingers lightly pinching his small nipples. The
man released Bobby's hand, and moved that hand to the front to the front of
his tiny briefs, where he gripped Bobby's burgeoning erection, and rubbed
it. Bobby's slim body shuddered as the man stroked his boyhood several
times, his other hand still touching his little nipples, and rubbing the
satin smooth skin of his soft little tummy.

   Not knowing quite what to do with his hands, Bobby moved them up, and
laced his fingers together, then rested them on top of his head as the
man's big hands and fingers continued to excite him. Without a word, the
man shifted a little in his seat, then, hooked his fingers into the elastic
band of Bobby's briefs, and slid them down his hairless legs until they
puddled at his ankles. Bobby arched his back slightly, thrusting his rigid
boy nail forward, and the man smiled, as he gazed hungrily on the pulsing
young erection that bobbed scant inches from his nearly drooling
mouth. Reaching once more, the man's big hand closed around Bobby' shaft,
as the other one came up, and gently cradled his taut little scrotum, and
balls. Bobby shivered again, the rush of sensation making him gasp, and
then shuddered again, a low moan escaping from his chest, as the man leaned
forward, and slid Bobby's throbbing boner into his warm, wet mouth once
again.

   Bobby watched with rapt attention, completely awed by the sight of the
man's head bobbing up and down over his hardness, as the large hand fondled
his smooth pouch, and his aching balls. The man paused for a moment, and
rolled his eyes up to meet Bobby's, and Bobby groaned again, as the man
eased his penis out of his mouth, then stared into Bobby's wide eyes as he
licked the smooth head of it several times, before once more engulfing the
entire length back into his sucking mouth. Bobby's small hips bucked back
and forth, matching the man's rhythm, and the boy groaned yet again, as he
felt the mans hands move around his slim frame, and firmly grip the tight
globes of his pert little butt. The man kneaded the firm little globes,
then wormed one thick finger into the crease, and probed Bobby's little
entrance with the stubby tip, pressing into the tiny oval, as his drooling
mouth continued working the now leaking boyhood. Bobby gasped slightly, and
rolled up onto his tip toes, as the thick finger pressed firmly against his
tightness, then, slid inside.

   Bobby gasped again, feeling the sudden intrusion into his most private
place, then gasped again, sharply, as the invading digit swiped over that
special place inside him, causing him to instinctively press his weight
down onto the thick finger inside him. The man found his rhythm then, his
magic mouth gliding smoothly over the young erection, while his finger
moved back and forth in the boy's rectum, stimulating the small prostate
again and again. In a matter of minutes it was all simply too much for the
boy, and he groaned again, feeling his virile young balls draw tight, as
his throbbing penis spasmed strongly, and erupted. The man savored the
spurting young fluid suddenly flooding into his mouth, and he deftly rolled
his tongue, capturing each offering of the creamy boy honey as the boy
jetted it into his sucking mouth, and when the spasms finally subsided, he
reluctantly released the wilting young cock from his lips, and eased his
finger from the boy's tight asshole. He sank back into his seat, his eyes
greedily relishing the naked young boy before him, as he rolled his tongue,
swilling the sweet boy batter in his mouth, then swallowed, his own bulky
body shuddering slightly, as he savored the viscous fluid sliding down his
throat. Bobby shivered strongly, the incredible sensations of the powerful
orgasm beginning to subside, and the man reached out to cradle his now
wilted little penis, and spent balls gently in his big hand. He looked up
at the flushed boy, and winked, as Bobby grinned widely, enjoying the
sensation of the man's big hand cupping his genitals, then, responding to a
sudden impulse, he dropped to his knees in front of the man, and reached
for the zip of his slacks.

   Surprised, but pleased beyond belief, the man quickly moved to assist
the boy in freeing his thick and drooling erection through his open fly,
and he watched, incredulous, as the boy's small hand extended, and wrapped
around his aching erection, The boy stroked the thick cock several times,
then, leaned his blond head forward, and extended his small pink tongue to
lap at the glistening head of the man's cock. The man moaned, a low
growling sound, and watched the blond head move again, as the boy deftly
fed his aching cock into this soft, warm mouth. Bobby dove right down on
the throbbing tool, then gagged a little, when the wide head tried to enter
his throat, and he pulled back a ways, getting comfortable with the thick
man cock filling his small mouth. He wrapped his fingers at the base of it,
and stroked up and down, matching his movements to his mouth working the
drooling manhood, and settled into a sort of rhythm, as the man emitted a
steady cadence of low groans of pleasure.

  As best that he could, Bobby mimicked the movement that the man had
applied to sucking his own cock, his jaw aching some from the thickness of
the adult cock, and he managed to tug at the open slacks enough to free the
man's heavy, and hairy pouch, which he gamely fondled in his hand as he
moved his head over the man's rigid cock. Several more minutes passed, and
Bobby was just beginning to consider abandoning his attempt at sucking the
man to orgasm as his wide spread jaws were becoming painful, when the thick
organ suddenly seemed to swell even thicker in the boy's mouth, and the man
suddenly gripped Bobby's head in his large hands. He grunted sharply, and
bucked his hips up off the seat, as his big cock exploded, and flooded
Bobby's already stuffed mouth with a forceful eruption of his thick
cum. Startled by the choking sensation that suddenly seized him, Bobby
reflexively jerked back from the spurting man cock, and the next several
jets of the man's spraying semen coated the boy's smooth face with long
streamers of the thick cream, which began trailing downward over his rosy
cheeks, and painting his lush lips. Bobby blinked several times, and lifted
his slender hand to his face, as he swiped his fingers through the thick
goo that was streaked across his cheeks, and lips, then, shoved the slimed
fingers into his mouth, and sucked them clean, as the man sank exhausted
back into his seat, shaking his head in near disbelief of what had just
occurred. Bobby grinned up at him, then stood, his flaccid little boyhood
resting neatly atop his pink little scrotum, and he reached down to
untangle his tiny brief from his ankles. Straightening, Bobby again grinned
at the still stunned man, then stepped into the isle, and hurried off
toward the bathroom once more.

   In the closet sized bathroom, Bobby stared at his well slimed image in
the mirror for a minute, giggling at the reflected image of his cum
streaked boyish face. He dipped his finger into another sample of the thick
fluid, then, sucked the finger clean, his taste buds savoring the tartness
of the goo. He turned on the taps, and washed his face and hands, and
stepped into the small briefs, then exited the bathroom, and went back to
his seat, where he retrieved his scattered clothing, and dressed. The man
sat quietly watching him, but said nothing, and once dressed, Bobby
refolded the blanket, and stored it in the overhead compartment, then,
settled into his seat. He looked out the window, noting the fast breaking
light of this new day, and his excitement shifted to his impending arrival
in L.A. and his long awaited reunion with his best ever buddy Skip. Bobby
reflected on all the upcoming adventures that Skip had promised during his
visit, and he giggled softly, as he thought about what new adventures this
long bus trip had taught him, and he hoped with all his heart that whatever
new places Skip might take him would provide an ample supply of the men who
seemed to have a definite interest in young boys and their penis'.

   Before the bus had fully stopped in the dark garage area of the bus
terminal, the man stood, and stepped into the isle, then paused, and
extended his beefy hand to the incredibly cute young boy who had been a
most amazing travel companion. He watched the boy take his large hand in
his own much more delicate one, then squeezed it briefly, as he winked at
the boy, and said goodbye. Bobby grinned widely, and nodded his blonde head
briefly, then, turned his face to the window, where he spotted his buddy
Skip waving at him. He waved back excitedly, and then turned to tell the
man that his friend was here waiting as promised, only to find the isle
completely empty, with no sign of the man. Bobby closed his eyes for a
second, assuring himself that the events with the man had actually
happened, and were not simply a dream, then, giggled wickedly once more,
and stood up. He reached to his crotch, and adjusted his once more erect
boyhood, then, moved down the short stairway toward the exit, as he idly
wondered if Skip might have an interest in that kind of play, and, if he
might even know some of those kind of men.

The End
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