Date: Tue, 03 May 2005 07:43:56 +0000
From: Trent * <trent_81@hotmail.com>
Subject: Encounters: Bus-To-Boston Chapter III

BUS TO BOSTON III

I really thought I'd have seen Shay by now, and believe me, I've tried to
find him. I'm not certain where he is or what he's up to, but suffice to say
his disappearance has definitely put a damper on my sexlife.

I broke up with my girlfriend a few months back and this month (April) had
really been tough for me. My hormones were/are raging like crazy and I
needed an outlet for my lust.

I'd skimmed the areas that I knew Shay hung out, including the cafe off
Chinatown, but I still didn't find him.

So I'd retire to my dorm to whack off to straight and gay porn while my
roommates were out and I'd fall asleep lusting after other kids at school,
whatever their sex.

I go to an expensive college in Washington Square, Manhattan. I'm enrolled
in Marketing classes and trying to fund my way through a bachelor's degree.

So I'm in one of the computer labs two weeks ago and the place is vacant.
I'm finishing up a term paper and ALT-TABbing to porn when the feeling is
right.

After about an hour I'm beat and horny and ready to leave. That's when Nate
walks in.

I'm sure you know his type. He's about 5'6" with a perfect swimmer's build.
Blond hair down to his shoulders. Bright, propane-blue eyes and a poor
excuse for a soul patch on his bottom lip. The guy looked like a freshman,
and probably didn't have much hair on his body.

Anyway, his name is Nate and I know this because I'd seen him (and
fantasized about him) in one of my electives. I can't tell you his last
name, because nobody knows he's gay. No one except for me, of course. Back
to the story.

Nate walks in and takes a computer in the far right corner of the lab. It
was just him and me in there now and I was wondering why he chose one so far
from the door, with no seats behind or next to him. My assumption was one of
two things: 1. He doesn't want to be disturbed while he works on his paper
for class. 2. He needs some privacy while he works on...himself.

What Nate failed to realize is that there is a door right next to him which
opens to a sophomore lab. Being a freshman, his ID Card won't open this door
and the lab is closed for the night. Since I'm a Junior, I have access to
the lab.

I walked out and pretended to leave so he was alone in the lab with access
to the internet. Secretly, I swiped the Sophomore lab and left the lights
off as I crept through to the back corner where the door connected to the
adjacent room, right next to his desk.

Peeking in the window, I could see him flipping through the screens. He
passed a few "men caught sleeping naked" sites, which I also like. (Know
where I can find any?) and stopped on a home-made boys site. I think it was
one of the ones where people collect webcam videos or photos of people taken
with digital cameras, because they looked pretty amateur. You could imagine
my surprise as the preppy shit who touted his womanizing skills in class to
friends now scrolled through pictures of guys.

Peering down further, I could see his hand stroking his khaki-preppy crotch
and a little dot of precum soaking through the front. I instantly got hard
watching him molest his cock through his pants to picture after picture of
amateur boy. Ducking back and reaching into my bag, I pulled out my digital
camera and turned it on. I shut off the flash as it would be useless in the
darkened room, pressed up against glass. Carefully, quietly, I snapped a few
pictures and sat back against the door to see how they came out. The first
one was blurry and had the diamond-shaped security thread of the window
showing on it. The second was a perfect shot of the screen and the side of
his face with his tongue out.

The third and fourth were the winners, though. I could see everything in the
third: the screen, his face, and his hand, as it found its way to his
zipper. The fourth showed him reaching deep into his pants to pull out his
cock, a boy bent over on a campbed frozen on his screen.

I decided to take a bunch more as he pulled on his meat through is pants. It
slipped out and was fully hard in seconds as my digital camera quietly
caught the play-by-play.

After about thirty pictures, it started growing slick and Nate was breathing
heavy. I knew I needed to get a perfect picture for the money shot. I swiped
my card by the door between us and the light flashed green. Slowly, I turned
the handle and pulled the door open inch-by-inch. I could see light through
in one second, then I could make out his figure. Finally, I could see
everything.

There I was, crouched inches from his rock-hard cock as he beat it to the
teenage boys on the screen. The head of his cock started growing deep red
and I could see his balls rise. I set the camera to rapid fire and laid on
the snap button. Believe me when I say this but, I could be a photographer
for National Geographic. A web spurted out, caught in four pictures by my
camera. Then another splatted on his arm. He recoiled when he felt it hit,
so the next one was aimed outward. It smacked hard against the bare boy's
ass on the screen. A fourth jet dribbled down his hand and onto his khakis.

Nate sat there, exhausted, as I surveyed the beautiful scene. I knew I had
to seize the moment further. I switched the camera from rapid fire to hi-rez
with flash. I aimed and shot the best picture I've ever took. The screen,
tilted upward, didn't catch the flash so I could see a perfect loop of cum
dripping down the boy with the bunk-bed. Nate's cock softened in his hand
which was buried in a layer of cum. His crotch was matted dark brown as the
cum-soaked the khakis. The best part was that he saw the redeye reduction
flash and looked right at the camera (shocked) when the picture took. I had
it. Had everything I needed.

Nate's face went beet-red as he stuffed his cock in his pants.

"What'cha doing, Nate?" I asked.

"Er..." he said as he powered off the computer quickly and grabbed his
things. "Finishing some homework."

"Homework? What is it, Sex Ed?"

"Funny, Trent."

I had to admit that I was warmed he knew my name. But when you think about
it: a closet-fag in a classroom of female marketing students HAS to know
your name.

"Where you going?"

"I gotta study," he stammered as he got up and quickly walked away. I
noticed he kept his books in front of his crotch. Catching up with him in
the hallway, I lectured playfully about leaving cum on a computer lab
monitor.

"You know they have cameras in those labs. While they may not've been able
to see you jerk off, they'll know it was you that...er...vandalized the
screen."

"I gotta go, Trent."

Nate hurried to the front desk and dropped his freshman key to the
deskworker three rooms away. He entered the stairwell and climbed two
flights to his floor. I followed him with a huge smile on my face, my cock
pressing hard against my jeans like a divining rod. It hadn't seen action in
so long. It'd been months since me and the girlfriend had sex. Almost a year
since I fucked Shay.

He was shaking as he put his key in his lock and I hurried up behind him. He
opened the door and tried to close it, but I slipped my foot in and then
pushed him out of the way.

"Does your girlfriend know you whack off to campies in bunkbeds?"

He didn't answer.

"Do your friends know you like watching guys sleeping naked? Like looking at
boys who fell asleep with their cocks hanging out?" His eyes bulged as he
realized I'd been there for a very long time.

"What are you going to do, Trent?"

A smile crept across my face.

"Me? I'm not going to do anything. As long as you do something for me..."

"Wh-what?" he whispered.

"Well, I like gettin' my cock sucked as much as you like whackin' off to gay
porn in computer labs. So you're going to give me a blowjob whenever I ask."

"Why should I?"

"I'll tell on you. To your girlfriend. To your friends." I actually felt a
little bad at this point, but I knew I had to be firm. Besides, my cock was
doing the blackmail, not me.

"Th-they won't believe you." he whimpered. I merely held up my camera and
smiled.

Nate sat down on his bed and put his head in his hands. I walked forward to
him and stopped, inches away from his head. I couldn't tell if he was crying
or what, so I just stood there for a moment while he collected himself.

Suddenly, he through his hands up on my waistline and through red, wet eyes,
begged me not to tell anyone.

"No one can know, Trent. Promise? Please, I beg you. Don't tell anyone."

"I won't," I said. "if..."

Nate sniffed to get the snot out of his nose and wiped his eye with one
sleeve. The other still rested on my waistline, over my pocket. He swallowed
and calmed down and stared at the front of my jeans which was clearly
showing my hard-on through.

He composed himself and reached for my package, stroking it through my
pants.

"I've never..." he stared. "I mean, I've wanted to, but I've never done it
before."

"Just go easy. I'll let you know what to do."

Shay, who'd taught me well that first ride back from Boston, had instructed
me on what a blowjob should feel like. I'd come a long way from then as I
was no longer scared of a guy's touch...of his lips, his teeth, his tongue,
his throat. I'd never been with anyone but Shay, but I had a feeling that
Nate would be an eager learner.

Nate unbuckled my belt slowly as I rubbed his hair.

"And you promise not to tell."

"Yea, Nate. No one will know."

He unzipped my jeans and pulled them down with my boxers in a slow but
steady move. They hung around my ankles as his eyes were glued to my cock.

I could see his excitement as his wet crotch tented quickly. I could feel
his pulse quicken as I pushed his neck closer to me. He grabbed my cock with
one hand and stroked it slowly two or three times. Suddenly, he swallowed it
whole.

I don't think Nate had ever given a blowjob before, but MY GOD was he a
natural. His other hand rested on my ass and squeezed as he let it all in
until he was swallowing hair. He'd bob deep a few times then shallow while
he worked my base with his other hand. When he went deep, he moved his hand
to my balls and gently stroked and pulled on them.

The months of pent-up sexual depravity had removed any and all stamina I
had. My knees buckled a minute in and I squeeked out "I'munna cum, Nate."

He swallowed it deep and licked me from underneath, keeping himself firmly
planted around my cock.

The cum exploded in me as he sunk his fingers into my ass crack and hugged
me as tight as he could. I was worried my cock was going to explode out the
back of his head as spurt after spurt surged into his throat. His eyes
watered and he moaned with pain and ecstasy as the cum poured out of me.
After 7 or 8 strands, I felt dizzy and backed off. He reluctantly let go as
my cock popped out of his throat and mouth.

"Holy fuck, Nate!" was all i could say.

Nate wiped his mouth and turned his attention to his own cock. He whipped it
out and jerked it not more than twice before web after web of cum soaked
into his shirt and jeans.

"Nice," was all I could say. Part of my upper hand in this little con was
that he didn't now that I lusted after him as much as he lusted after
me...and I couldn't let him onto this or I'd lose the control.

I pulled my jeans up and buckled my belt. Nate, spent, fell back on the bed
and let his breathing calm down. When I was fully dressed, I started toward
the door.

Nate leaned forward and stripped off his shirt and khakis. He had such a
tight, firm, hairless body with a little patch of blond hair under each leg.
At this point, I still hadn't seen his entire cock, balls or ass, but knew I
would soon.

He threw his clothes into the hamper and walked over to me at the door.

"We have a deal, right?" he said. "All the blowjobs you want, and nobody
knows."

"Ya, man. As long as you keep doing what you just did, your secret is safe
with me."

He smiled and walked forward, pressing his body against mine. I had to be
strong here (which caused a lot of pain and frustration). I pushed him back
and said "Get the fuck away from me, fag. Just blowjobs, got it?"

Nate, looking hurt but understanding, turned his head downward as he walked
back into his room toward his shared bathroom.

"You understand me?" I said.

"Yea, Trent."

"Good," I said.

I turned out the door and slammed it.

I almost collapsed on the other side. I wanted so bad to feel him pressed
against me. I knew I had to be strong.

I walked away that day knowing I was going to have an amazing semester.

That was two weeks ago. I've visited him 16 times already.

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I hoped you like reading the story as much as I enjoyed living it. Feel free
to write:
trent_81@hotmail.com. Let me know what you thinked, recommend some good
picture links, etc.