Date: Mon, 2 Jul 2012 07:01:30 -0500
From: nobus345 alfalfa <nobus50@hotmail.com>
Subject: What A Drag Part 1

WHAT A DRAG! (Mm) Part 1

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Terry


Chapter 1

What a drag!  My car was in for a service and that meant using public
transport to get to work.  Once I was there I could use a pool car but it
was a huge pain involving two trains and a bus at either end.  If there was
a problem with my car I could at least take the pool car home, but at some
point I would have to do the return journey.  Fortunately I had prepared a
limited case load and early in the afternoon I received the call from the
workshop that my car was ready for collection.

I finished my last appointment, raced back to the office and headed for
home.  The simplest route was to get the bus from right outside the office.
This bus started at the airport and ended at the train station about five
miles away.  However being a community bus it went all round the houses and
took ages.  It was packed at all times of the day but it was fairly
frequent and reliable.  As I waited at the stop a rotund young mother and
her baby were there also.  The baby was crying. I have nothing against
babies and I had a degree of sympathy for the mother but it was her child
and I wanted to be as far away from it as possible.  Difficult at a bus
stop; it would be even harder on the bus.  I hoped I could get a seat at
the back and she would keep the brat in the buggy and wait in the
wheelchair area behind the driver.

The bus duly arrived and was not too full.  I helped the mother navigate
her way onto the bus, paid the driver and helped her set the buggy in the
wheelchair bay.  Then I walked briskly to the back of the bus where I could
see one seat still free.  Like most buses it had a row of five seats across
the back. The centre seat was occupied by a long legged black man who
spread out down the gangway.  On one side was a young couple and on the
other, by the window, was a schoolboy, leaving me one free seat between him
and the black man.

"I hope you don't mind me squeezing in here but I want to put as much
distance as possible between me and the crying baby." I said to both but to
neither in particular.

"It's ok, man. I'm off soon." replied the black man.

The schoolboy just looked up and smiled weakly.  I didn't pay too much
attention to my fellow passengers as we moved off on our tour of the
housing estates on the way to the station.  `He must be sciving off
school.' I thought.  He was wearing a white school shirt and black trousers
and shoes and had a folded up navy blue blazer on his lap.  After a few
stops the black man stood and ambled off the bus followed at the next stop
by the couple on the far side.  More importantly the mother and crying baby
had made it home too.  The bus was emptying fast, very few people seemed to
want the train station as only one or two joined the bus and sat at the
front.

This left me and the boy alone at the back.

"Where are you headed?" I asked

"Nowhere." he replied, "Just chilling."

"No school this afternoon?"

"Should be; but double science and I couldn't face it."  He turned and
grinned at me.  I looked at him for the first time and smiled back.  He was
about fourteen or fifteen I would guess, with short dark hair, brown eyes
and a clear complexion.  Not anything special; just your average teenaged
schoolkid.

"What about you? Sciving off work?"  He had a sense of humour, the cheeky
lad!

"No" I said defensively.  "My car is at the menders and I am heading to the
station to get a train home and pick it up."

He just nodded and smiled.  The sort of smile that said, 'I don't believe
you but I won't ask any more.'

The bus stopped at a busy junction and crawled alongside a big advertising
hoarding depicting a young lady wearing little more than a bikini trying to
persuade us to buy a brand of perfume.

"Cor! She's fit!" he said, "I wouldn't mind a piece of her."

"In your dreams," I replied.  "I bet she's like most women. Dressed to kill
but in the end delivers nothing."

"Still, just look at those tits." He said and giggled slightly.

"They must be about six feet across, far too big for me."

He laughed.  We both laughed.

"You got a girlfriend?" I asked.

"Yeah sort of but she won't let me do anything."

"I told you so. Eventually you'll get lucky, then you'll marry her and it
will all stop again." I said cynically.

Again he laughed and he began to tell me of his antics with his girlfriend.
He was quite a character.  `Unusual for a teenaged boy to be so open and
chatty with a stranger', I thought.

Finally the bus approached the end of the route and we were within sight of
the station.

"What are you going to do now?" I asked as we got off the bus.

"Dunno, probably just head home.  Nobody will be in so my Mum won't know
I've bunked off.  It's just so boring.  What time is your train?"

The trains were quite frequent and the connections good so I could easily
get a later train.  This lad was intriguing.  I was not sure what his
inclinations were but he was certainly game for a laugh and trying hard to
be as grown up as possible.  I decided to chance my arm and see where it
would lead.  Nothing ventured; nothing gained.  At any stage I could back
out and he did not know enough about me to scream `foul'.  "Oh!  Not for a
while." I lied.  "Hey!  If you're bored, do you fancy a drink?  I know
you're not old enough... But if we sit in the garden, nobody need know..."

"Aw!! Brilliant!!"  He exclaimed, "That would be way cool!  Can I have a
Bud?"

"Sure thing, Bud.  Look I haven't even properly introduced myself.  I'm
Terry."  I extended my hand.  He took it and replied smiling broadly,
"Dave, Dave Anderson. Pleased to meet you."

The hand shake was firm and lasted slightly longer than it needed to.  I
made sure of that.

"Ok, you find a spot in the garden where we can't be seen from the pub and
I'll get the beers."

With that we crossed the road to the pub and he went into the garden and I
went to the bar to get a couple of drinks.  Well, three actually, I got him
a lemonade for appearances sake, and returned to the garden.  Dave had
chosen a seat under a small pergola towards the rear of the garden and very
secluded.  I placed the drinks on the table and sat next to him facing out
into the garden.

"The lemonade is for you if any bar staff come out here." I said.

"Don't worry they won't see us here.  Can I borrow a cigarette too?"

In for a penny; in for a pound.  I passed him a cigarette and lit mine then
held the lighter to his.  It was a little breezy and went out.  I cupped
his hand to shield the flame from the breeze.  He looked at me, smiling and
lit his cigarette, inhaling deeply.  Then he picked up the bottle and took
a large gulp.  I sipped my beer and looked at him.  I leant into him a
little and placed a hand on his knee.

"Tell me more about your girlfriend." I said. "Now nobody can hear us you
can give me the gory details."

I left my hand on his knee and gave it a little squeeze before resuming my
position

"Oh, there's not much really.  Like you say they're all just prick teasers.
Blokes just want to get down to business.  Girls take ages and then still
won't."

"You've been with blokes?" I kidded.  "Nothing wrong with that, especially
at your age when girls are so coy."

"I didn't really mean that.  But I might have." He added.

"Oh!  You must tell me more."  I said, intrigued how this conversation was
heading but not wanting to frighten him off.

He laughed nervously. "I'm not gay or anything but just fooled around a bit
with a mate."

I decided not to press it.  Not yet at any rate.  The conversation turned
to more manly pursuits like sport and cars, etc.  The drinks were finished
and we exchanged mobile phone numbers.  Dave was keen to meet again.  He
said I could pick him up near his school on Friday morning just before
lunch.  He had a free period and sport in the afternoon and that nobody
would mind if he missed it.  So it was arranged that I should pick him up
on Friday.  Two days time.  Wow!!  What should we do?  I had a little time
to plan his seduction.



A snippet from Chapter 2

... his penis twitched and his first juice shot out and landed on his
smooth belly