Date: Tue, 18 Apr 2017 09:11:33 +0100 From: Ares God Of War Subject: On The Bus - Chapter 2 On the Bus – Chapter 2 Hey folks, hopefully you'll enjoy this more adventurous chapter. Usual warnings apply, this is a wholly fictitious scenario but one I fantasised about much growing up. If you enjoy the forum for these stories consider donating! --- I'd been getting a lot of detentions lately for my tardiness. My mom queried it and asked why Id been late so much. I managed to convince her it was because the school bus was so unreliable and often went early. She scolded me for not leaving earlier but was equally annoyed at the busses reliability. She said she would contact the school but didn't have time this week so gave me some extra money to catch the public bus. A major win for me. I decided to try and work out Mr muscle's schedule. The thought of him teasing his cock in front of me got me excited and thrilled in ways I couldn't explain. Bear in mind I was young and didn't know what gay was. But I knew I wanted another encounter. I caught the school bus in the morning and the public bus home. There was no guy. At least this told me his route was regular. Over the next couple of days, I didn't really see him and I started to get disheartened. But I did learn some useful things. His route was indeed regular and on the second day of my public bus scouting I saw him get off the bus, but from the upstairs ... so he didn't have a favourite spot. I decided to be more daring in my scouting, so instead of getting off one morning at the school stop, I thought it wouldn't hurt to stay on until the next stop to see if he got off. I had to know if he lived nearby. I knew the stop was only at the bottom of the road but as the bus pulled away from my usual stop I felt panic rise in me for breaking my routine. I thought myself stupid for taking such an unknown risk... how far would I go? One stop, two? The end of the line? I calmed myself thinking it was just a bus and there's no harm. Id just wait and see then decide. My luck was in! The stop bell rang and I looked up to see him step off the last stair to the upper deck and wait by the door. I got up too just as the bus slowed and stepped into the air behind him. He began to walk up, the way the bus had come and I followed. Followed him and followed the road back to familiarity towards the school. He looked around and smiled at me, I smiled back. "Hey, Kid. Did you forget to get off at the school?" I was a little dumbstruck. I stayed silent. Did he know I was following him? Or was I just obviously due to school? "You do usually get off one stop back, don't you?" He asked clearly not accepting my silence. "Yeah but I'm early and I like to walk a little" I lied. He seemed to buy it but we were talking and I couldn't let such an opportunity pass. "Where are you off to, mister?" I pushed my chances, hoping this would be the winning info on my scouting venture. "Home. I'm coming off the night shift and live just there." He indicated to a detached house a few plots ahead. With that we parted for now and I made my way to school. So, I thought to myself, shift work, nights, close to school and a regular on the bus route. Some useful info from what I considered a risky set of actions, though in reality it was just a little walk outside of my usual routine. All through the day I ran plans through my head about what to do next. I had the perfect plan. After school, I stayed late (detention again). But instead of waiting on the bus I decided to walk further down to the next stop where I had gotten off this morning. To his stop. I was alone until the bus came and I got on disappointed. As I was paying my fare, I felt the bus lurch slightly as someone got on behind me. Someone heavy, like a mid 30's bulk of muscle heavy! I didn't want to be obvious so I turned into the bus and clocked the half full lower deck. I took a breath and decided to go upstairs. As I stepped onto the narrow staircase I glanced 90 degrees over my shoulder and there he was. I slowly climbed the stairs and poked my head out the top. The upper deck was surprisingly empty, save for a scruffy looking man asleep on the front seat with some bags hunched in front of him and smelling strongly of booze. I headed straight for the back seat and sat down facing forward. As I sat and looked up I clocked Mr muscle halfway down the aisle walking straight for me. Just as the lights dimmed he stood in front of me and moved one leg over mine. I thought he was trying to get past but he sat down directly in front of me, facing me. The seats at the backs of busses for those of you who don't know have their own aisle, allowing people to sit facing each other like the booths in trains. He spread his legs open slightly, each one being either side of my own, surrounding me. He shuffled slightly, pushing his hips closed to the edge of the seat and forcing his legs slightly further apart. "Hey. You enjoying a little walking again after missing the school bus?" He asked with a smirk. "Ermm ... " was all I could manage. He turned his head to gaze out the window. As he his eyes left me he let out a knowing `hmnph' with his smirk. My heart pounded, he clearly knew Id been waiting to get a seat with him again. He wasted no time in putting on the show Id come for. Still looking out of the window he extended one well defined arm across the back of the seat and used his other hand to cup his bulge. He was in plain, grey sweats. They were very thin and loose, allowing him to easily grab a handful, though it looked like there was more than a handful to be grabbed. He coughed a little clearing his throat as he pulled up at his crotch and rose his ass off the seat, moving his hips further still to the edge of his seat, and making his knees touch my seat. I was scared stiff but exhilarated at the same time. I couldn't move, but now he was almost hugging my legs with his. He had his hand resting on his bulge, just centimetres in front of my knees while my own hands were frozen on my lap as I stared down, watching him slowly and gently massage his mound to life. We went over a speed bump and the bus jumped and swayed, the turns and bumps in the road more obvious this high up. The vibration shook me and I relaxed slightly after sitting so stiffly. Mr muscle's hand and bulge jiggled with the bump and he carried on the motion in his crotch by lifted his still cupped balls and cock up and down, less subtly now as his hand filled out and opened up more to accommodate the growing bulge. I wasn't sure when he had turned his head but he was looking at me now. He smiled and slowly sat forward taking his arm off the back of the seat and letting it rest on his leg, his hand hovering in the gap between his bulge and my knees while his other continued to work on his cock. "You like what you see so far?" I couldn't answer but I looked him in the eye and nodded my head ever so slightly. That smirk again. In one fluid, but gentle motion he began to sit back, taking his hand off his crotch, leaving his half hard cock pointing to his knee. He withdrew the arm resting on his leg as he sat vertically and in a continuing smooth motion picked up my wrist as his hand passed over it, pulled it towards his thigh and pressed my hand down onto the clearly defined curve of his thick pole in his sweatpants which was half way down his leg now. He slouched fully back, his knees press into my seat and my arm reaching over, still frozen in place on his cock. He let go of my wrist. I could see he was waiting for me but I was in shock. Id never felt a dick before, or even seen one. But I was very curious about what it would be like and it was happening. I could feel the firm, warm bulge under my hand and savoured the moment. "Go ahead" he said under his breath, clearly a little nervous. He must have thought it was wrong but to me it felt right. After his verbal prompt didn't cause me to do anything he placed his hand on my own this time and squeezed gently, then rolled his palm from my wrist to my fingers, causing my hand to apply pressure to his member and give me a better feel for its size and girth. He took a firmer grip of my hand and rubbed it from halfway down his cock to the tip and back up before letting go and leaving me in control again. I didn't need any encouragement this time. I had felt his semi flaccid cock and wanted to explore. I began to trace the outline of the bulge with my fingers first, running the tips over the top of the stretching material down his thigh to the tip until they dropped off onto his firm leg. I curved my hand and rubbed from just behind the head of his cock halfway towards its base then back again the tip and squeezed slightly. It didn't take long for his cock to straighten out and rise towards his hip as he became fully hard. I had to scooch further off my seat to reach my new play thing. I wasn't done exploring. He moaned as I fully grabbed his hard shaft at mid point, picking it up and stroking it back and forth like I had seen him do a few days before, but in very small movements. It was rock hard and heavy. I noted that my hand looked small against its length and couldn't quite wrap it around the circumference. The material got in the way a little but I could have easily gotten both my hands wrapped around it twice over and still not quite have it all covered. My exploration, grabbing, stroking and squeezing continued for a few more minutes until he placed his hand on mine. I had kind of forgotten he was there I was so engrossed by the new sensations. "Oh baby I can't take this much longer and your stop is coming up." He had obviously been watching my routine as I had been watching his to know my stops. "Just let me guide you." He began to move my hand with his up and down his cock. He put his other hand into his waist band and I felt his cock press into my hand as he firmly wrapped his hand around mine, curving my fingers around his girth as much as I could while his own hand completed the circle. The material was lifted enough from his hand inside his pants that I could see he had no underwear. I glanced back to the sleeping guy, no longer quite fixated on exploring the shape of his cock. He hadn't moved an inch. Muscles kept his other hand inside his sweatpants while the one holding mine kept a firm grip and began to move quickly from his hip to the fist of his other hand for no more than a minute. Suddenly he let go of my hand and I pulled mine back to me, a little taken aback. He used his controlling hand to pull down the sweatpants and pull out his monster! Seeing it stand vertical for a few seconds had me in awe as he pushed the sweatpants down to his covered balls, his previously hidden hand holding the base of his beast in a tight grip while holding back the material. He moved the hand that had guided mine back to his cock now it was free and frantically rubbed around the top of his shaft and head until he slowed and paused briefly. Again I was in awe at seeing every detail of his cock. It was like slow motion as we passed street lights and I saw the veins cast small shadows over his wide dick, perfectly shaped with a fat head looking ready to burst. I loved the way it looked from the underside, the ridge in the middle of his cock underneath pulsed as he held the tip of his cock in his hand and rubbed in small movements. He panted heavily and strained before grunting a few times. He used his other hand that had been holding back his sweat pants to stroke the bottom half of his cock this time, still holding the tip with his other. He grunted again and again jerking his body slightly before I saw thick white cream run slowly down either side of the ridge on his cock facing me and ooze from between his fingers. He exhaled and removed his hand from the tip of his cock, still holding it at the base. He turned his hand over and flattened his fingers. His palm was full of that stuff. He had big hands I know but even cupped it was full and running over the sides of his palm. He karate chopped his hand to the side, shaking off the cream with a heavy splat, audible even over the sound of the engine. He wiped his hand on the seat then moved it to the base of his cock with the other. He held it up for a moment admiring his own mammoth cock like a soldier proudly holding his sword. His big, wide sword. Then he breathed out heavily again and squeezed his hand from the base to the tip of that sword, a white blob appeared in the middle of the tip of his cock and turned into a small trickle that ran over his bulbous head and onto the underside of his cock and he pushed it out, running his hand up his shaft to meet the dribble. He finished the ascent up his slightly deflating dick by running two fingers under his cock to the tip, catching the white cream. He shook it off again but there was still some on his finger and thumb. "I hope you enjoyed that as much as I did. It was hot. Real hot ..., " I heard the pause in the sentence and saw a naughty, mischievous look on his face. "You know what would be hotter? Hold still, I won't hurt you I promise, you might even like it." With that he lifted his hand to my chin and with his wet finger, brushed the remnants of his cream over my bottom lip, pulling it down slightly. It smelled salty but felt smooth on my mouth. With my lip held slightly down he pushed his thumb into the gap and I instinctively opened my mouth where he had enough room to push a few drops from his thumb onto my tongue. He let go of my lip and rubbed his thumb lightly on my tongue before wiping off what was left on his sweatpants. It was tangy on my tongue, not at all unpleasant. In fact I swallowed a couple of times and didn't mind the taste. I sucked at my lower lip and swallowed again. "Yeah I thought you might like that," He said thoughtfully before speaking softer "... A natural." He pushed the bell stop then started tucking his still hard but shrinking dick into his sweats. "This is your stop coming up, best get downstairs." I stood up holding onto the rail. It felt cold and small compared to what had just occupied it. I felt oddly dissatisfied at that. I looked down at his covered cock. It was still easily visible and large though curving down his thigh again instead of poking up over his hip. "Hey, you can't tell anyone OK?" He commanded and slightly pleaded as he grabbed my hand on the bus rail. "But if you're on time leaving school tomorrow, why don't you take one of those walks and you can wait in my house for the bus?" He winked at me as he let go of my hand and I walked to the bus steps to get off. I'd never had so much incentive to not get detention.