Date: Fri, 12 Jul 2002 10:25:55 +0000
From: justin scott <scott_justin51@hotmail.com>
Subject: Boy on the bus 2: boys in kit

THE BOY ON THE BUS 2: BOYS IN KIT

By JUSTIN SHORTS (scott_justin51@hotmail.com)

(The first part of this story is available on the Nifty archive.)

Meeting Joe on the bus had been more than adequate compensation for the
inconvenience of having my car off the road for 3 days, but when I got home
after my extraordinary encounter with him on the Wednesday I rang the garage
and was told my car was ready for collection first thing the following
morning.  I had given the boy my mobile number and told him to phone me to
let me know if his two school friends, Michael and Jason, were still up for
a meeting.  In my heart I knew that this was the big test.  Had I heard the
last from him?  Would he ring?

Even as I was thinking this over, the familiar call tone of the mobile
sounded.  My mouth went dry and I hesitated before answering.

'Hello?'

'Hi - it's Joe.'

'Joe!!  Great to hear from you - and so soon!  Have you spoken to your
friends?'

'Yeah!  They're up for it, and I said I would try to fix a meeting for
tomorrow after school.  Is that OK for you?'

'Of course.  No problem at all.  Look, shall I pick you all up?  I'll have
my car back tomorrow, and maybe we can come back to my place.'

'Yeah, sounds good.  Do you know where the school is?'

He gave me a few details, and I agreed to meet him a few hundred yards from
the
school gate.  There was a place where I could pull in and park - he knew the
spot.

'See you tomorrow then Joe, and thanks again for this afternoon.  You were
great!'

'No problem mate.  It was fucking fantastic.  By the way, they know all
about the kit thing, so we're all going to wear our soccer stuff.  The
school strip is a bit boring, so we're bringing our own.'

He rang off, and I sat for some time in a state of nervous excitement.  I
could scarcely begin to imagine what might happen tomorrow, and was
convinced that they wouldn't turn up.  But as things stood, I was going to
meet up with three hot 17-year olds, in their soccer kit.  And from what Joe
had told me, both Michael and Jason wanted to experiment.  If they were
anything like him, it should be some session!

I collected the car early the next morning, and headed off to work.  It was
difficult to concentrate, and because I was so distracted I worked through
lunch as a kind of penance to the company, feeling that they were not
getting anything like their best from me.  I knocked off early however.  As
I have a senior position in my company, I have an office with its own
ensuite bathroom - well, no bath but there is a shower.  I had brought in
all that I needed to freshen up, and I changed into more comfortable things.

I parked the car where I had arranged to meet the boys, and waited.  Time
passed. They were late.  They were not coming.  And then, in the mirror, I
caught sight of them approaching.

Joe leant down to the open window.  'Sorry we're late.   One of the teachers
wanted to talk to Jason about his late homework.  Jason's been a naughty
boy!'  Jason laughed and pushed at Joe.  Jason was a blond, with his hair
shaved close; Michael was darker, also with a short cut.  I had not studied
either of Joe's friends that closely on the bus, though had noted that they
were both cute.  Now I saw that Jason was the prettier of the two, a real
little charmer, and that Michael was more of a boy stud.  He was also the
shy one of the three.

'OK boys - are you getting in?  Who's going in the front?'  Joe obviously
thought that that privilege fell to him, and I wasn't going to complain as
he climbed in by me. Michael and Jason sat behind.

'So didn't you manage the kit, then?' I asked, as all three were in their
school
uniforms.  Joe smiled at me, and in answer unfastened a couple of buttons of
his white shirt - the shiny whiteness of a soccer shirt came into view.  He
quickly loosed the catch of his trousers and parted the fly, and the gleam
of matching shorts caught my eye.  I breathed deeply.  'Fantastic - that'll
do for now.  Mustn't cause an accident!'

In the back seat, Michael and Jason lay back in the soft leather.  'Mind if
we get out of our uniforms here?' said Jason.  My ideas of avoiding an
accident were going to be severely put under strain, I thought, as I found
myself looking constantly in the rear mirror.  The two schoolfriends began
to lose their school clothes, first removing their shirts, revealing
identical soccer shirts to Joe's, and then more awkwardly struggling with
tight black trousers.

'Maybe you need to help each other out there', I suggested, and Joe laughed
and
turned to watch his two mates fumbling with their trousers.  I was getting
close to the house now, which fortunately had its own concealed driveway
meaning that I was not overlooked.  I pulled up the drive and switched off
the engine.   Like Joe, I turned to enjoy the scene in the back seat.  The
kids put on a show for us then, and Jason lay back to allow Michael easier
access.  His trousers were already parted at the front, and he raised his
bum from the seat so that Michael could begin to ease them down his thighs.
A pair of shiny blue shorts came into view, glistening and shimmering in the
afternoon sunlight.  He then turned to help out his buddy, who hadn't even
got as far as loosening the catch to his school trousers.   Jason did that
for Michael, and then slowly eased the zipper downwards, parting the fly as
he did so to reveal the brilliant red of what I could immediately tell were
nylon shorts.  Down came the trousers then, and both 17-year-olds pulled the
trousers right off.  They both wore white trainers and
white socks.

'OK boys.  Time to get you inside, and for Joe to get a bit more comfortable
too.'

We all got out of the car, and quickly entered the house.  I ushered them
into the living room, which overlooked the large and private garden.    Joe
headed for the large sofa in the middle of the room, and I immediately sat
by him as I wanted to help him get out of his school uniform - especially as
he had given me that tantalising glimpse of what lay beneath!   I was
pleased to see that he had refastened his shirt and his trousers, so that I
could start from scratch.  I wondered what Jason and Michael would do whilst
I busied myself with Joe, but they seemed keen just to watch us for the time
being.  They sat together in the smaller sofa opposite us.

I closed up to Joe and put an arm around him.  There was no resistance.  In
fact, he moved closer towards me and I could feel his weight leaning in to
me.  I reached out with my free hand and lightly with my knuckles moved
across his chest.  With my fingers then I found the first button and slipped
it open, then a second and a third. Once more the white soccer shirt came
into view, a brilliant snowy white, as glistening and shimmering as that of
the two other boys.  I reached for it and pressed against his youthful
warmth, and with the flat of my hand now I caressed and felt him up.  The
firm young nipples that I had enjoyed seeing for the first time yesterday
stood up through the fabric of the soccer shirt, and I felt them with my
thumb.  I pulled at his outer school shirt, already freed from his trousers,
and it dropped to the floor.  Next for his trousers.  God, I was looking
forward to this moment.  It had been great yesterday, but the thought of
those white shorts contrasting with the jet black
trousers was something else.

'Let me unzip you' I whispered into his ear, but not so quietly that the
other two couldn't hear.  They were watching intently.  He parted his legs
so that the black fabric stretched tightly, and I wanted badly to feel him.
I touched the top of his left thigh, and felt the warm resistance, then
gently moved higher and towards the centre of him.  The youngster's fullness
met my hand, and I moved in to him, pressing and moulding the tight packet
of teenage flesh, cock and ballsack pressing into my eager hand.  I rubbed
and massaged that bulging central package, kneading and pushing the boy's
growing firmness, wanting to get him bigger, wanting to feel the exquisite
pleasure of schoolboy cock moving under my searching fingers.  What made it
so special was the unique feel caused by the fabric of the trousers sliding
against the shiny shorts beneath, themselves trapping the swollen teencock.

OK, that would do for now I thought, time to get him opened up.  Quite
quickly now, I reached for the top of the zip and eased it down, pausing for
a moment to flip open the catch that secured his trousers at the top.  They
parted, and my hand was inside and over the front of the warm shorts, which
I could tell were in a silky-satiny material, slippery and shiny.   I was
over his hard young cock now, but wanted to stay outside his shorts.  I
gripped the head of his boyjoy and gently frigged it through the shorts,
wanting a nice patch of precum to wetten them, and sure enough I felt them
dampen under my fingers.

'Hey Jason' I said, 'can you pull his trousers right off for me.'

Jason and Michael got up together and came across, and together they pulled
the
trousers right down and over his trainers.  Like them, Joe wore short white
socks.  I continued to massage his hot hard cock through the shorts, and now
there was quite a sticky patch of precum oozing through.

'Look boys, that's what I like to see.  Any chance of your rivalling that, I
wonder?'

I could see that Jason was particularly excited by what we were doing, so I
thought it was time to give him some closer attention.  With one hand I
continued to work on Joe's teencock; with the other I reached out and pulled
Jason down on the other side of me.  Like Joe before him, instinct did the
trick and told him to stretch his legs wide, and as a result the shape of
the youngster's mound was clearly projected beneath the blue shining fabric
of his soccer shorts.

'Want me to feel that for you?' I asked.  He nodded, but seemed nervous.  I
slipped my hand across the front of his shorts and cupped the bulge.  He
pushed into me.  I pressed back, and met the resistance of his tight
throbbing packet.  As always, I loved the feel of a teen's hardness pressing
into my hand whilst concealed through silky-soft sports' shorts.  Jason was
still growing beneath my hand, and I knew that I could get him harder still,
so I gently stroked the bulging shorts in regular strokes, following the
line of his young cock down to the sizeable balls.  I was surprised to
discover that I was meeting resistance beneath the shorts, and knew at once
that that could only mean one thing - he was not naked under them.  That
excited me - more sexy stuff to remove!

I got him to hang one of his legs over the arm of the sofa, and at the same
time he turned more towards me.  The wide-stretched legs of his shorts gaped
open, and I could see beneath that he wore tight white briefs.  What were
they made of?  I wasn't sure, but I was hopeful.  They seemed to be as shiny
as the shorts.

'Stand in front of me Jason' I urged, and he did so at once, so that his
shorts were close to my face, so close in fact that I could sell the warmth
of him through the material.  It was the sexy, lingering aroma of an aroused
teenager.  I flicked my tongue out and skimmed his shorts.  The shiny blue
material pressed ever closer as he moved up.  Then my mouth closed over the
shorts, right against his throbbing mound, and I was sucking the packet of
teenage flesh trapped in the confining pouch beneath the shorts.  This was a
dream come true - my hand on a schoolboy's shorts now soaking with his silky
precum, my mouth greedily slurping on his friend's brief-trapped cock and
juicy bollocks, encased in blue soccer shorts.  And out of the corner of my
eye I saw that Michael now had his hand over the front of his bright red
nylon shorts, and had tugged his white soccer shirt up to expose his flat,
smooth, boyish stomach.

It was no good.  I had to see what Jason had on under the shorts.  I reached
out a hand, and tugged at the shorts which at first resisted until the boy
himself eased them down his thighs.  Talk about in your face!   As the
shorts feel to his feet I was presented with the ultimate treasure.   My
hopes were fulfilled - and more - because beneath the shorts Jason was
wearing the smallest (by which I also mean tightest) nylon thong that I had
come across.  But that was not all.  What made this particular item so tasty
for me was that it was daringly transparent, made of a thin soft mesh in a
flesh-coloured nylon.  So in front of my eyes I was presented, as if
gift-wrapped, with a hard young teenage boycock, erect and gently throbbing,
contained in a mere gossamer thread of material.  Every detail of the lad's
cock and balls were exposed to my lustful gaze: his
foreskin was pulled slightly back by the wispy nylon, the eye of his knob
winking wetly at me.  A single clear drop of his precum hung from the tip,
ready to fall into the thong - but I decided it was too good to waste so
closed my mouth gently over the tip and suckled the boy's honeydew liquid,
sieved through the see-through pouch.

Then I said 'this is fucking amazing Jason - how did you think of wearing
something like this?'

'Joe said you might like it.'  Jason looked at Joe, who smiled and nodded.

'Yeah, and I'm right, aren't I mate?'

'Oh yes, absolutely.  Love it.  Absolutely love it.  Would love to suck you
off while you keep the thong on - would that be OK?'  Jason nodded.

'But I want to help out too' said Joe.  He got off the sofa and, still
wearing his full soccer shorts, knelt behind Jason.  He moved his face
toward his bum, then eased the back of the nylon thong aside at the back and
began to lap his friend's cherry.  Joe slid his hand downwards and released
his own cock from the leg of his shorts, and gently began to wank off.

Michael was still watching the scene, and he was now busy on his own bulging
teenpack.  The red nylon shorts were well-filled with the thrusting mound of
this young tough boy stud, and I knew that he would probably be best left,
at least for this first time, to bring himself off.  I got back to suckling
Jason's nylon basket but kept Michael in view as he stood behind the two
other youngsters.  It did not take long for him to ease his shorts
downwards.  He was wearing a snowy jockstrap, hugely distorted by his
sizeable teen meat.  He rubbed for a few moments through the cotton, then
flipped his very big hot young cock from the side.  It glistened with
moistness, and the foreskin moved freely.  He began to wank then, in long,
slow, regular strokes, his eyes fixed on Joe chewing Jason's hole and me
noisily suckling him through the nylon.

So two boys were wanking off in front of me, whilst I sucked off a third.
My own cock was desperate for release.  I reached down, slipped open my fly,
and reached inside.  At the office, I had changed into pale blue satin
briefs, and I rubbed myself through them.  My cock tingled and the briefs
were sappy with precum.  My balls were full and ready for discharge.

Jason began to buck and thrust into my mouth, so I knew he was getting
close.  I love getting boys to pump cum in their briefs, but I also like to
feel them release in my mouth, enjoying each pulse of fresh boycream reach
its final destination.  Almost imperceptibly, I changed from guzzling him
through the nylon to direct contact with the fleshy cockhead, flipping him
from the top of the thong and taking about four inches of his teencock
between my lips.  I left my cock alone for a moment and reached up to lift
his balls gently in their tight nylon container.  Then I more firmly
massaged them, rubbing him towards orgasm.

Michael had pulled his jock down by now, and was doing a two-handed wank -
his
big boycock gave him plenty of purchase.  To my surprise, Joe suddenly moved
from rimming Jason and turned towards Michael, clamping his mouth over his
friend's big hard cock.  Michael put his hands on Joe's head and got him to
work his cock, head-fucking the youngster with some aplomb.

Jason was really very close to cumming by now, but I decided to risk
something else.  I stopped sucking and stood behind him, bending him forward
over the back of the sofa.  His soft but firm and flawless buttocks pressed
up at me.  His wettened cherry peeped at me, and I slipped a finger, then
two, into him.  He opened up nicely, and I manoeuvred my cock from my satin
briefs.  My cockhead reached the hole, and I pushed gently, and then more
firmly, and I was in.  He clamped me like a velvet glove.  Placing my hands
gently on his shoulders, I tried a sample fuck motion.  He moaned gently,
but did not resist me.  The tightness was exquisite.  I began to set up a
rhythm, slow but insistent, and he moved with me, moaning softly in his
throat all the time.  I assume it was the first time the schoolboy had been
fucked, but he was well up for it.    I reached around the front of him and
gripped his slippery cock, and by slight agitation of the bulbous head I
masturbated him.

Joe was wanking himself off feverishly as he sucked noisily on Michael's
knob, and it was obvious that both of them were about to cum.  At the last
moment, Joe released Michael and the tough teen arched his back and shot his
spunk so that it covered Joe's face.  Joe himself pumped a load of teencum
onto the floor.   At the last minute I pulled out of Jason and guided my hot
spunk over his smooth back, not for a moment releasing my grip on the
youngster's cock: I felt the tension in his boystick and that final glorious
moment of the point of no return.  I turned him around quickly and plunged
my mouth back over the rampant knob, guzzling hungrily on the glistening
hardness.  He bucked and thrust, and my mouth filled with jets of his pearly
spunk. My fingers tangled with his nylon thong as he came.  The atmosphere
in the room was highly-charged.  The potent smell of teenspunk filled my
nostrils.

It took us a few minutes to clear up.  It was clear that they didn't want to
hang around afterwards; having done the deed it was time to be off.  Nor did
they want a lift back in the car.   But as they were leaving, Michael - the
one that I would have liked a bit more time with (I needed to examine the
contents of his black nylon shorts more closely) - pushed a piece of paper
into my hand, making sure that the other two did not notice.

After they had all gone I opened the screwed up bit of paper.  It had a
phone number on it.  It seemed that after all I would have the opportunity
to get to know him in more private circumstances.


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