Date: Sat, 24 Jul 2004 09:33:39 +0000
From: Trent * <trent_81@hotmail.com>
Subject: Encounters: bus-to-boston chapter 2

This is a follow-up to a story I posted a few months ago. They're both
entirely true. I kinda fudged with the names, tho, just in case someone were
to see this.

If you read chapter one, you know about my experience on the bus ride coming
back from boston. It's kinda funny how things work out sometimes because I
figured my days dabbling in sexual experimentation were over. Needless to
say, I was wrong.

I'd thought about the bus ride back countless times since it happened. The
excitement brought on by the fact that I was doing something entirely new.
Although I'd gotten blown by a bunch of girls in my life, I'd never so much
as thought of getting my dick sucked by a boy. And to have it really happen,
to actually have a complete stranger a couple years younger than me take me
by complete surprise in the bathroom...and deliver the most amazing blow job
I've ever received in my life, well, lets just say that's not something you
forget easily.

My girlfriend, Macy, has gotten the opportunity to study abroad all summer.
That's tremendous news for her, because she gets the experiences of whole
new cultures, in a foreign setting, for a once in a lifetime opportunity.
For me? Well, lets say it's not so good. Going from having sex three times a
week (at minimum) to absolutely none at all...for a month, that's a hard
disposition to be in. I didn't realize you can actually go through sexual
withdrawel, but man, I was hurting bad.

So, yesterday at four, I met with a study group in Brooklyn. Since I live in
NYU district, I had to take the R train out to Park Slope to meet up with
the team. The group lasted about two hours and I hopped a train coming back.
  It was pouring rain outside and everyone was huddled together in the
subway. Thoughts swirled in my head about the girls in the study group, and
women waiting on the platform with their shirts wet and clinging to their
breasts.

The train came and we all packed in. As it lurched away from the station, I
heard a voice directly behind me.

"Don't I know you?"

I whirled around to see if the voice was speaking to me, and found myself
inches away from a face I remembered only from innumerable fantasies. It was
Shay. He was smiling and looked identical to how I remembered. I was
instantly taken back when I saw his youthful demeanor and preppy style. The
way his face looked when I caught him staring at my cock by the urinal. His
wink as he beckonned me to the bathroom stall. His face, dampened by rain,
but covered in sweat as he swallowed my dick again and again. And finally,
his smile as he shot his load against the wall of a Roy Rogers bathroom on a
trip back to Boston. Yea, it was Shay all right.

And I've always considered myself straight, no question about it. Never once
fantasized about a guy before that trip. Never considered myself being
interested in anything but tits and pussy. And here all I wanted to do was
kiss him. To stick my tongue down his throat and pull him to me. I still
don't know why this was my reaction. Was it because he had given me
something that affected me so greatly, brought me so much pleasure and
satisfaction without the slightest request for remuneration?

I told him I remembered him and casually asked how he'd been. The train was
crossing over the Manhattan Bridge and we could see the rain pouring thru a
foggy East River. I'm certain he could see my expression and that I wasn't
just interested in idle chatter, but wanted to experience his tongue again.
I was scared of what I was feeling and felt restrained from saying or doing
anything.

"Look," Shay said. "I've got a half hour before I need to get to class. Want
to grab a coffee or something?"

"Sure, why not."

We got off the train on Canal Street, not far from where the buses stop on
their arrivals from Boston. He walked me though the crowded streets to a
coffee shop off Little Italy. There we went in to order a drink and chatted
a bit.

"How's your girlfriend?" I asked.

"Okay, yours?"

"Good, thanks."

"I'm going to run to the bathroom, Trent," he said with a grin and got up
and walked to the door.

My heart was racing, pounding in my chest and I tried to justify all the
reasons I should stay at the table or run to the men's room. Before I could
make a decision, I was opening up the door.

The men's room was completely empty, save for an open window over the
radiator. It led to an alley that was covered by an overhang  and shielded
from the rain. I could see Shay standing there smoking a cigarette and
smiling at me. I crept through the window and walked slowly over to him.

"A whole minute? I didn't think you'd take that long," he said, tossing the
cigarette aside.

He grabbed me by the chin and shoulder and pulled me to his lips. Mine
parted as his tongue quickly and nimbly darted into my mouth to caress my
tongue. I couldn't help but reciprocate as I felt the familiar shaking in my
knees from our experience a few months before. What are the odds, I thought?
In a city of 9 million people, on the day I'm begging for sexual attention
and my willpower is shot. Would I have given him the time of day any other
day than today? Maybe. But since I last saw Shay, sitting on the bus with
his girlfriend, I'd never considered trying again. Even thought I'd
fantasized about this moment...I'd never thought about recreating it. Or
pursuing it with another boy. Regardless of the steep decline in quality of
blowjobs (somethings you can't teach a girl), I'd felt that I had my fun. It
just wasn't for me.

But as he reached into the waistline of my jeans, I knew this moment was
right. I felt his hand pull back the elastic on my boxers and find my cock,
rigid and pulsing. His grasp felt amazing as a zap of electricity pulsed
through my system.

I pulled away from his kiss to look at him, hand down my pants with his
teenage grin that spread from ear to ear. He was dressed in a polo shirt and
khakis, with polished brown shoes. Still a preppy, I noticed.

"I think I'd like..." I studdered. "I think I'd like to return the favor."

He nodded and leaned back against the wall. Shay wasn't going to give me any
help.

I got up the courage to walk forward and placed my hands delicately on his
belt. I'd only seen him jerk it before. I wanted to know what an uncut cock
felt like and I remembered my intrigue about the foreskin as it slid back in
forth with his stroking.

I undid his belt and the button on his khakis and slowly unzipped the fly.
Immediately, is dick sprang forward hard and rippled with veins. He wasn't
wearing any underwear. I knelt down in front of it and positioned myself
inches from his face.

"G'head, Trent. Suck it!"

I didn't need any more convincing. I grabbed it by the base and felt its
warmth radiating in my fingers. I slipped my lips over the tip and felt it
slide along my tongue. Shay let out a sigh and slowly bucked his hips
forward. I could feel it hitting the sides of my throat and controlled his
movement with my hand so it wouldn't go that far.

Within seconds, his hands were on my hair and neck. Stroking my head, he
slowly thrust his cock in and out of my mouth. Saliva pooled on my tongue
and swished it over his shaft as it went in and out again and again.

His breathing quickened a little and he was shoving it further in each time.
My nose tickled against his pubic hair, a dark black patch of musky fur. He
lifted his polo shirt a little higher exposing his trim, lean stomach and
chest. I saw his hairless (shaved?) balls and felt them hit my chin as his
khakis slid down to his ankles. He was getting close. I could feel it as his
cockhead swelled and hardened in my mouth.

"Fuck, Trent, yer fuckin' good!" he moaned. I think, for the most part, it
was him that was doing everything as i just allowed my face to be fucked and
kept my teeth out of the way. "I'm cumming, man." he groaned. "Here it
comes...here it--"

He thrust my head hard onto his cock and smashed my nose against his
stomach. His cock went past my uvula and into the back of my throat. I
started to cough, but jets of hot cum filled my mouth and my eyes watered
and burned. I wasn't able to breathe, to cough, to move a muscle. My mouth
and throat was flooded and without the use of my throat muscles, it just
drained down my throat.

Seconds later, I pulled my head back coughing and hacking. Shay's knees
buckled and he fell to the ground. I tried to cough up the cum but it had
completely disappeared into my stomach. Without me even getting a taste,
wondering if it was all like the flavor of my own.

When the two of us recovered, I started to walk back toward the bathroom,
feeling slightly ashamed.

"Wait a minute, Trent. I have something for you."

I turned around to see that he wasn't pulling his pants up at all. Shay had
turned around and had his hands on the wall and his back arched, so his ass
cheeks spread wide apart. There, in front of me, was Shay offering to let me
fuck him in the ass.

"You want me to?" I was stunned. "No, Shay, thanks. But i"m really not
interested."

"Just give it a try, real quick, man. If you don't like it, you can stop."

"No, really. Thanks. It's okay." I stammered. In fact, I remember being
repulsed by the idea of anal sex with a girl...doing it with a guy was far
worse.

"It's not for you, Trent. It's for me. He turned around and I saw his cock
had grown hard again. " Shay pleaded. "Look, I've never done it before. I've
seriously only given blowjobs and really not too many. You were my second."

"Damn, it felt that good and you'd only done it once before?"

He shrugged and put on his sexy grin. "Come on, Trent, please. Just real
quick. I really want to see what it's like."

"I shouldn't. I don't have a condom anyway."

"I've never been with a guy before and I'm totally clean. I've been dating
my girlfriend for years and the guy I blew before you was my high school
friend. The only risk I've ever taken is with you...and you seem like a
pretty good guy."

"Yea, i am, but..."

"Please Trent?"

"Don't u need, you know, lube or something?"

"If it hurts, we can stop, okay?"

I walked over to him trying to make up my mind. He resumed his position with
his asshole puckering out to me and I was wrought with indecision.

"Just put it in," he said. "If you don't like it, we'll stop."

I unzipped my jeans and pushed them down to my hips. Then i took a quick
glance around to make sure no one was looking, and pulled out my cock. It
was still hard from when he grabbed it before, and dripping precum. I slowly
pressed it agianst is asshole and took a step closer to him.

"Are u sure?" I asked.

"Wait a second," Shay said, and turned around. He grabbed my ass and pulled
my cock to his face. His eyes looked huge and excited as he brought it into
his mouth.

"Mmm..." he said and licked it a couple times. "I missed that cock!"

Then he turned around and told me to stick it in slowly.

I grabbed him by the waist and pulled myself closer to him. Aiming my
cockhead against his asshole again, I noticed that the spit he left on it
left it slick and glistening. Then, I took a deep breath, and pushed myself
into him.

When the head went in, I felt him tense. He didn't say a word.

"Should i keep going?"

Shay nodded, but I couldn't see his face. I pushed harder and a few more
inches slowly slipped into him.

"You okay, Shay?"

He nodded again. I continued to push until the rest of me was in him. I'm
not really oversized, but it still seemed like a long way to go. My balls
were resting against his. My tummy against to top of his ass. I was deep
inside him and it felt un-fucking-believable.

I could feel the heat of his body pulsing through me. It was tight around
all sides, instead of only 2 or 3 at the most (like my girlfriend's pussy).
I could feel his prostate and his heartbeat at the same time...or maybe it
was my heartbeat. It was pounding hard as drums.

"Now fuck me," Shay whispered.

"Are you sure?"

"Fuck me! Trent, fuck me!" he said in a strained voice.

So I did. I pulled him onto me, slowly at first, and could feel his spit and
my precum starting to make his ass slicker. I could feel him tensing and
relaxing his sphynctor as I thrusted it into him again and again.

That's when he started to moan. His whole body was shuddering and I could
see him flexing his stomach and legs as he tried to push me deeper in him.
His hands were gripping the wall and almost instantly his back was covered
in dots of sweat.

I started feeling amazing sensations coming from my cock, as our balls
slapped against each other and his waist became slick. He reached under his
balls with one hand and grabbed mine, rolling them in his fingers. He turned
his head to the side and I could see his eyes closed, his face read, and his
teeth gritted in a smile.

"Fuck me harder, Trent!"

I was fucking him as hard as I could and I could feel I was getting close.
His moaning was louder now and I started worrying about the neighbors or
people that were in the coffee shop.

I reached under his waist and grabbed his cock, stroking as he thrust back
onto me.

It was dripping with precum too and the thought of his rockhard cock in my
hand, foreskin slick and swollen, was taking me over the edge. I knew I
couldn't hold on much longer...

"Shay, I'm gonna cum. Should I--"

"Cum in me, Trent. I want to feel you cum inside my ass."

"Oh fuck," i started whispering, as the colors started to swirl again. My
knees were weakening as i slammed his light, teenage body onto my cock as
hard as I could.

"I need it, Trent. Cum in me. Please, o god." he moaned.

Hearing him beg me to fill his insides with my cum was the last straw. I
thrusted as hard as I could and pushed him nearly to hit his head on the
wall. I buried my cock deep to the root in his ass and felt my balls shoot
up.

He bolted upright with me inside him and let out a deep gasp. My cock
exploded as the cum jetted a half dozen times in him. Suddenly I felt his
cock tense too, as I almost forgot I was holding it. Streams flew from his
cock and landed onto his tummy, where my other hand was pulling him onto me,
onto the wall in front of us, and finally to dribble down the hand that was
holding his dick.

I collapsed onto him and he, to the wall. We lay there and panted for a few
minutes as i felt his breathing steady and my cock shrink and slide out of
his ass.

When we both regained our balance, he turned to me and grinned again. I
brought my hand up to my mouth and licked his cum off of it. It tasted
sweeter than mine, and not all that bad.

He pulled up his pants and tied his belt, stopping to look at my shrinking
cock.

Then he pulled up mine and gave me a quick kiss on the lips.

"You are amazing, Trent," he grinned. "I know you still have my number."

Then he stepped through the bathroom window and into the coffee shop.

This was 28 hours ago, and I haven't been able to stop smiling since.


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I hope you liked my recount. I don't think I left anything out that
happened. If you know the coffee shop I'm talking about, I think Shay lives
near there and is known to visit it from time to time.

Let me know if u liked the story. Last time, I was pretty certain there
wouldn't be a second chapter. Now, I can almost guarantee there will be a
chapter 3. Thank you, Shay.

Trent
trent_81@hotmail.com