Date: Sat, 14 Jul 2001 12:31:54 -0000
From: justin shorts <scott_justin51@hotmail.com>
Subject: Boy on the Bus

BOY ON THE BUS
by JUSTIN SHORTS  (scott_justin51@hotmail.com)

About three months ago I had trouble with my car and had to leave it for
three days for servicing.  I don't live that far from where I work, and
there's a pretty good bus route which takes me virtually from door to door.
In fact, if I had a social conscience I would abandon the car and take the
bus regularly.  But apart from the obvious convenience, what's really good
about having one's own wheels is that you never know who you might be able
to entice into the back seat.  But that is not the point of this little
confession...

OK: so I'm on the bus, coming home, at about 4.00 (I work flexible hours).
On the first of these three days I get on quite a full bus, and it's just
the wrong time as it's full of shouting schoolkids which pisses me right
off.  Except that, about half-way home, a great crowd of the kids get off
and the top deck is suddenly much emptier, and there's only about 8 of us
left.  Amongst them is a group of three boys, in their sexy school uniform,
I suppose about 17.  All three are pretty cute, but one especially grabs my
attention.  He has a certain charm and style which the others lack.  They
talk amongst themselves, and I'm not close enough to hear what they're
saying, but I note that cutey is saying less than the others and although
they're sitting ahead of me and on the other side of the aisle, he is aware
of my eyes on him.  He looks behind once or twice, and the second time I am
sure he blushes.  A couple of stops later his two friends get off, and
although we are not alone on the top deck there is an intense atmosphere.
I sit there, hoping that he is as uncomfortable as I think he probably is.
He shifts around once more, shoots a glance, and then gets up and heads
towards the stairs.  As he stands at the top of the stairs, ready to head
down them, he looks more firmly towards me.  My hand is resting on the back
of the seat in front of me, and I quietly raise it in a farewell sign, and
smile.  And he smiles back and then, quite distinctly, nods, before
descending the stairs.

I am left really excited by all of this, totally innocent though it
probably is.  I am semihard in my soft silk briefs, and lightly I rub my
cock through the dark material of my trousers.  Already, I am looking
forward to my trip home tomorrow, just hoping that we might again coincide.

Next day - same time.  I have convinced myself he won't be there, that he
will be on an earlier bus, or the next one.  But no, there he is, again
sitting with his two friends (and I begin to realise that I wouldn't mind
half-an-hour with each of them too!).  And yes, he is as delicately
seductive as I had thought the previous day, like a firm peach ready to be
loosened from the stem.  I know that he has seen me as I head down the
aisle (there is a hint of a blush again) and I choose a vacant seat
immediately in front of his.  He is talking to his schoolmate about one of
the teachers, and I am entranced by the sound of his voice - quite low and
soft, fucking sexy in fact.

The same thing happens as the day before: his two friends leave the bus
before him, and he sits alone behind me.  The bus is quite empty, but there
are one or two people at the front ahead of us.  I will him to speak, or
make some kind of gesture, anything to signal an interest, but I am
convinced he won't.  And then a miracle - he gets up quietly, moves
forward, and sits by me.

I speak first. 'Hi.  Good day at school?'  (A banal opening, but what would
you say?)

'Yeah, not bad.'

I glance down, and swallow silently as I see him open his legs wide and
slightly move sideways towards me.  The black trousers stretch tight across
his packet and the temptation is too much.  I reach forward and press the
softness of the boy through the material, and he breaths deeply and closes
his eyes.  More firmly now, I caress the packet made by his semihard young
cock, and lightly press him and make out the shape of him.  It is
overpowerngly exciting, feeling the youngster's warmth and firmness
pressing against my fingers.  I can even sense the thin material of his
underwear beneath the trousers.  But there is no time for more than this
feel, which lasts just a few seconds.

'It's my stop next' he says, very quietly.  'Look, tomorrow my mum is late
back from seeing her sister.  I'll be alone until late evening.  See you on
the bus.'

He quickly got up, and without looking back this time headed down the
stairs.  I was so hard, and I knew that precum was seeping into my briefs.
Was this a dream?  Had I heard right?  Well, tomorrow would tell.
Meanwhile, the memory of the feel of the schoolboy's cock lingered with me,
and my imagination began to work overtime.  I just hoped that the old
cliche of patience being a virtue was true.

Day 3 - and I have convinced myself that the best has already happened, and
try to persuade myself that a quick 30-second grope of a randy sixth-former
on the top deck of a bus is not be sneezed at.  But my God, there he is,
once more with his two increasingly attractive buddies, but skillfully
ignoring me altogether.  OK, so that's the game.  He's thought better of
it, and this is the old fuck off sign.  I can live with that.  But what a
let-down.

We get to the bus stop where his friends leave us, and as they pass me and
go downstairs I note with interest how each of them looks at me in turn,
one of them quite impassively, the other with the faintest smile crossing
his lips.  They know.  He's told them.  But has he told them everything, do
they know what he said to me?

We are alone. (Well, two people up ahead of us, but a good distance away.)
Will he join me this time?  I hear him approaching, and he sits alongside
me.  I look at him hard, and he meets my stare.  'Why did you tell your
friends?' I said.  He smiles.  'They want to meet you too, but they want me
to have first go.'

Shit.  This gets crazier by the minute, or by the day at any rate.  He sits
back, parts his legs, and lightly strokes himself through the black school
trousers.  He lips his top lip seductively, and looks downward at himself
as he rubs.  I sit and watch the horny kid work himself up for me, but I
resist the temptation to reach forward.  If this afternoon is going to go
according to plan, I will have plenty of time for all the close inspection
I want.

Then he says, 'mine's the next stop. Follow me down the road.'  He heads
downstairs, and I leave it a few seconds before getting up and following.

Once off the bus he walks on, as if ignoring me, and I follow at a safe
distance.  He turns off the main road into a residential street, and then
another one.  I watch him as he opens a garden gate and opens the front
door of a large semi-detached house.  The door closes.  I wait 5 minutes,
then approach and ring the bell.  After a pause, the door opens, and he
stands aside to let me in.  He has taken off his blazer, and loosened the
polyester school tie.  The top button of his white shirt is undone, and he
has pulled his shirt free from the school trousers.  The front door swings
shut behind me, and he leads the way to the front room.

I realise that I have been writing in the present tense - I guess the whole
experience has been such a vivid one for me that it has stayed intensely
with me.  But here I shift to past tense, as I want to reflect on the
detail of what we did, and I think I'll find it easier if I place some
distance between then and now.  So it's not meant as some clever writing
device, but actually makes it possible for me to retrieve the detail.

Once in the front room, I noticed a definite shift in the boy's manner.
The cocky 'come and get me' attitude had suddenly gone, and there was a
shyness and awkwardness that actually reminded me of the impression he had
given me that very first time I had noted him on the bus.  God - I hoped he
was not going to give up on me now.  I felt that we had gone too far for
that.  But I realised that it was for me to take the initiative now, and if
it went wrong then that would be down to me.  I tried to relax him by
asking about his school, his favourite subjects, what he hoped to do when
he left.  It turned out he had two years before he left, that he wasn't
sure that he wanted to go on to college or university, and that his
interests were on the arts side.  He played soccer (yes!), and that his two
friends on the bus were called Michael and Jason.  And his name was Joe.

This was going quite well now.  He seemed to be at ease with me, and the
tension has passed.  But I knew that I had to make things clear, and that
he needed a get-out clause.  'Look Joe, I think I know why you've got me
along here.  At least, I hope I think I know!  But you can stop this at any
time, you know.  You know that, don't you?'

He nodded.  'Yeah, I know.'

'Do Michael and Jason know you have asked me here?'

'Oh yeah.  They are interested in, well, you know, trying things too.  But
I wanted first go.  If you want we can ring them later and get them along.'

Oh, I think I wanted.  The thought of a tangle with those two youngsters
was intriguing.  The three of them together?  Me with each in turn?
Endless possibilities.

'OK, so why not sit by me on the sofa.'  He did so.  'And any time you want
to stop, do so.'

He nodded.  And then, sank back into the soft cushions and closed his eyes.
And waited.  He was inviting me to make my move.

I rested my hand on his knee, and began to caress his leg and upper thigh,
moving slowly but insistently ever higher upwards towards his centre.
Although I had had that quick grope in the bus, it was as if this was the
first time I had encountered him.  The warmth of the boy's flesh through
the black trousers was very enticing.  I was close to his fly now, and my
fingers hovered over it.  Then I released the catch holding his trousers
closed at the top, and started work on his zip.  He had opened his eyes,
and was watching me now.  I slid the zip gently downwards, and that
tantalising soft buzzing sound of the boy's opening zip made me really
excited.  Slowly, slowly, I thought.  Don't make him back off.  The fly
began to part, and I slipped a couple of fingers under the vivid black of
the schoolboy's trousers.  So warm, so soft.  In further I went, and my
whole hand slid inside.  The trousers fell open, and I saw the bright
brilliant red of silk boxer shorts, shining and glistening as they caught
the late afternoon sunshine.

The teenager was clearly getting turned on by this.  He looked down at
himself and his eyes followed my movements.  My hand slid over the shiny
silk, and travelled further downwards inside his now gaping fly.  Still on
the outside of his boxers, I encountered the firmness of his now swelling
boycock, and was delighted by the way it rose to meet me.

'Do you want me to wank you off?', I whispered.  He nodded, and slightly
bit his lower lip.  I rubbed the teenager's hardening cockshaft, and felt
the moistness of him as he began to leak the first drops of precum from his
engorged shaft.  I wanted him to pant for it, so decided that I would keep
him inside his boxers until he was close to cumming, but I would have to
judge it carefully as I was also intent on giving his hot boycock some
serious sucking, and I was eager to taste the nectar of his precum.  And
then the soft moaning began in his throat.

That really turned me on.  Quickly I started to undo the remaining buttons
of his white shirt, from the bottom one upwards, and the shirt fell away
revealing a faultless smooth chest.  He was not muscled, but not skinny
either, and his small brown nipples were tight and hard.  A silver chain
hung from his neck.  'Come on, let's have your shirt off', I muttered, and
he let me pull it right off and I dropped it to the floor.  'And your
trousers', I said, and tugged them down his thighs to his ankles.  He was
still wearing his blue and white trainers, but I managed to loosen them and
he shrugged them off, and his trousers followed.  He was wearing bright
white socks, very plain and unpatterned.  And his red silk boxers.  And
that was it.

Joe was beginning to respond to my undivided attentions, in that he no
longer seemed nervous and wary.  In fact, he shifted himself to a more
comfortable position and opened his legs wide, stretching the shiny fabric
of his boxers tighter across the jutting bulge of his swollen boy packet.
'Keep feeling my cock, please' he urged, and I needed so second invitation
to return to stroking the hot schoolboy through the slippery red silk.  I
gripped his hard cock and began slowly to jerk him through the sexy fabric.
With my other hand I reached under him and gave a gentle massage to his
surprisingly bulging ballsac, fleshy and firm.  So both my hands were
working on the boy, and I used all the tricks I knew to give him maximum
pleasure and at the same time stopped him from bubbling over the edge
towards orgasm.

'Is that good, Joe?  Do you like having your cock rubbed in your boxers?  I
bet you've done this with your girlfriends before now, yes?  I bet you let
them wank you off whenever they want.  A handsome kid like you will have
lots of girls running after him, eh?  And maybe, now and then, you enjoy a
harmless wank with lads, am I right?  Oh yes, I can see you boys feeling
each other up and talking dirty, until one of you goes a bit too far and
has to spunk up behind the bike sheds.  Have I got it right?  I'm not far
off the truth, am I?  We all enjoy a harmless wankoff with the lads.
Nothing wrong with that, Joe.  God, your cock is so big in your shorts.  So
big, and so hot.  Love the precum, too.  Mmm, so juicy.  This is good,
isn't it Joe?'

'Mmm, yeah, yeah, fuck I want to cum.  Ooh, make me cum, sir, please.'

'"Sir" is it?  I'm not your teacher, Joe.  Or maybe I am, teaching you how
to enjoy a good wank in your shorts.  Is that what you like?  Would you
like me to be your teacher and wank you off, Joe?'

'Yeah, that's it.  Please make me cum, please...  Wank me off, sir'.

'Plenty of time Joe, hold on.  Let's just try something first.'

I knelt in front of the boy and closed in between his stretched legs.  The
engorged cockmound thrust towards me, and the shimmering red silk, very
damp already with the kid's leaking precum, filled my vision.  Very
delicately, I flickered my tongue over the warm silk, and felt the
resistance of twitching boycock.  Suddenly, I plunged my mouth over that
firmness and suckled the bucking teenmeat through the glistening shorts.
He gasped as I made contact, and thrust eagerly into my face, and I
headbobbed him in a steady rhythm as I continued to suckle.  The sweetness
of the slick precum was quite incredible, and the slipperyness of him
enough to make me want to faint with pleasure.

He was moaning loudly now, and that was exciting too.  Even as I worked him
ever closer towards the explosion of teenspunk that I knew could not be
held back for much longer, I could see the exciting dangers of what we were
up to.  This would be a great moment for his mother to return early!  Fuck,
that really made me work harder.  Time to get this horny schoolboy to pump
spunk, I decided.

'OK Joe, that's a good boy.  Now I want you to wank yourself for me.  Let's
see how you like to do it.  Put your hand down your shorts and get working
on that big teencock for me.'

Obediently, Joe slipped his hand inside his tight packet of boyjoy, and
gripping his shaft started to give himself a good heavy wank.  He stroked
his young meaty boyshaft lustily, and groaned as he worked his way towards
his now longed-for climax.  All that he had on his mind was to pump his hot
cum, I knew that, and I wanted the kid to get his reward.  How I wanted to
see that shimmering jet of spunk cover his flat smooth stomach, taut from
his exertions.  The teenager was beginning to lose control, and was
bubbling towards the edge of a tremendous orgasm.  I need to taste him, and
to see for the first time the hard hot cock free from the confinement of
his sexy boxers.  The shiny red silk, quite soaked now from his oozing
precum, showed the hardness of him with great clarity, and I slipped the
boxers gently downwards.  His 17-year-old cockshaft sprang up, and he still
wanked away at himself, pulling the foreskin hard back to show the shiny
roundness of the plumhead.  I went straight down on him, knowing that there
was no time to lose, and plunged his fleshy knobend into my grateful mouth.
He made fucking motions, and his cock filled my mouth.  The taste of him,
honeysweet and slightly almondy, was just amazing.  Then I felt him tense
up, and the teenager's orgasm raked him as pulse after pulse of creamy
spunk filled my mouth.  He was almost weeping with pleasure as he shot his
cum, and I swallowed as much of the boy's creamy gift as I could.  But
there was so much of it that I was aware of spunk bursting from the sides
of my mouth and falling back onto his flat belly.

I released his beautiful cock then and stood up over him, looking down at
this satiated teenager, partly smeared in his own boycum.  My erection had
been troubling me for ages, and I fiddled with the catch to my brown
trousers, unfastened them and dropped them, pulling my shirt open with my
other hand.  He watched impassively but fascinated as I stood above him in
the soft white nylon briefs which I had deliberately chosen to wear for
this hoped-for encounter.  There was a sizeable damp patch in the front
where I was leaking badly, and he smiled as he noticed it.  I slid my hand
down the front and flipped my hard uncut cock free, and still standing over
Joe I gave a few casual wanking strokes, knowing that I was going to cum in
about 20 seconds time.

'Joe, I want to wank over you.  OK?  Do you mind if I cover you?'

'No, sure thing mate.  Let's see you shoot.'

I shoved my right hand down the back of the nylon briefs and fingered my
tight hot hole, and with my left hand eased myself towards orgasm.  Oh
fuck, this was so hot.  I knew that I couldn't expect the kid to suck me
off or even toss me on the first occasion, but nor did I want him to.  The
sight of him lying prone, fresh from his own explosion and slick with his
hot spunk overflow meant that I just wanted him to receive my own cum.  I
needed to hear myself splatter over his stomach and chest, and see my
whiteness spread across his flesh and the redness of his silky boxers.

I tried to hold back as long as I could, enjoying the sight of Joe lying
lazily beneath me in his post-orgasm satisfaction, gently fingering his big
cock as it softened gradually.  He had quite large balls, nestling in a
furry sac, and a burgeoning tuft of pubic hair.  He was a little beauty,
and he was perfectly well aware of it too.

A few more strokes, and I would be there.  I tucked the top of my nylon
briefs tightly under my fat balls and kept wanking.  Joe was staring
fixedly at my cock, and I made sure I put on the best show I could for him.
After all, I was hoping that this was just the start of our fun that
afternoon.  My aim was to get the schoolboy's lips panting to close round
my throbbing cock some time a bit later on, maybe as I rimmed one of his
young friends.  I wondered how willing they would be to explore a few new
tricks.  As I thought of that possiblity, I knew that I was over the edge.
I shuddered, tensed, arched my back, and then directed a stream of hot
creamy spunk over the waiting schoolboy's smooth stomach.  As I had hoped,
the splatters made by my cum as it hit boyflesh was excitingly noisy.

As my warm spunk hit him he looked momentarily startled, and then smiled
broadly and just watched me shoot.  A large pool of cum gathered in the
natural cup of his belly.  The intensity of my orgasm was sensational,
heightened of course by the extraordinary eroticism of the whole scene.  I
could scarcely have imagined, just three days ago, that I would be in the
situation by Wednesday afternoon - invited by an unknown schoolboy with
that special combination that I can only describe as knowing innocence to
wank him off in his own house, with the promise of his schoolmates joining
us for some more cockfun later on.

Joe began to look sleepy after his excursions, but I was keen to keep him
alert and eager for more, especially as I now had Michael and Jason
entering my over-active imagination.  How was I going to get him to carry
out his suggestion of getting them to come on over?  And I had a particular
fantasy that I was determined he would help me enact.  I wanted to see
those boys get it on in their school sports kit - preferably soccer.  That
might need some persuasion, and I needed him on side to help me achieve it.
As it turned out, I needn't have worried...

TO BE CONTINUED

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