Date: Fri, 24 Feb 2012 09:25:24 -0800 (PST) From: Ray Subject: Traveling to school The boarding school that I was going to was over 120 miles from my home town, I rode the Greyhound back and forth quite a bit. Our school started just before Labor Day, and so it was still quite warm for the two months before the first of October, when fall kind of started. I traveled back and forth as often as possible, just wearing shorts and a t-shirt, as the busses back then didn't have air conditioning, just windows that opened. About all the windows did was to blow the hot air over our bodies, and maybe cool a degree or two. About the second or third trip back to school, this other boy was already on the bus. I didn't sit next to him, but across the aisle from him. Wanted to scope him out before go on the offensive, and getting to know him really well. He was just a bit shorter than me. Probably stood four feet tall, and was pretty skinny too. His blonde hair attracted my attention right away. He wore about the same "uniform" that I did. Except his t-shirt had his school name on it, and I was not familiar with that school name. Since he was already on the bus when I got on, couldn't check out his butt. However, seeing him sitting there, decided that it could not be too big. Couldn't see the color of his eyes, since the sun was setting as I got on, and it just got darker as we headed north. The next trip, the bus was pretty full, but nobody was sitting next to the new boy. So this seemed to be my chance and excuse to get to know him better. I flipped my bag up into the overhead, and sat down next to my new friend. (He didn't know that though.) We sat for a few miles, and finally I got enough guts to tell him my name, and ask his. He told me that his name was Justin, and that he went to a parochial school that was out in the middle of nowhere. I'd seen the place, but didn't realize that it was also a boarding school. We compared notes on our schools, and found that they were pretty much the same. Ours was taught by a Catholic order of priests, and his was taught by a bunch of folks that professed a Christian doctrine. Later we would compare the two, but right now neither of us were ready to do this. We only got to talk for about an hour, and it was fun. Took him a long time to loosen up, but he finally did. As he got over his shyness, his bare leg started to press against my leg, and it felt really great. Of course my little thing in my pants started to grow, and make me feel uncomfortable, as it was bent almost in two in my jockeys. My mind was wondering just how I was going to straighten the thing out without raising some suspicion of my seat mate. Didn't want to scare him off. He was too cute to do that, and my brain was thinking that it'd be fun to play with his body. The bus had a bathroom on it, so that was my plan. I'd shoot into there, and get things straightened out. Boy, did that feel better. As I came back to the seat, I stopped a bit short of our seat, and noted that he was doing the same thing, getting things arranged so they were not so uncomfortable. As I sat back down, I scooted a bit closer, and now our bodies were touching from shoulder to ankle. I was enjoying this, sure hope he was also. Got a clue, when he moved even closer to me, if that were possible. We started talking again, and told each other about our roommates. It told him that my roomie and I had been sleeping together since about the second week of school. He asked if we really liked each other, or were we keeping warm. I smiled at him, and told him that we really liked each other, but each of us liked almost all boys. He told me that he didn't really like his present roommate, but at the semester break, they could change rooms. He said that he was going to room with another guy that he got along with really well. How we got onto the subject of showers, I don't know. But we did. I said that we lived in an old Navy barracks, and that there were open showers. There were six on each side of the room. There was a little room to drop off your towel, and stuff, but then had to walk around a wall to get to the shower heads. I told him that it was embarrassing at first, but was fun seeing other guys naked, especially the seniors, as they had big equipment. He laughed, and said that he wished that there was an open shower, so that he could see other guys. He said that they had showers in their rooms, and shared with another room, so there was only four guys to their shower, and the other three were not very open. He said that he'd been raised on a farm, with two older brothers, that were often naked too. So we don't get to do much along that line. "Did anything happen to you in the showers with all those guys?" Justin asked with just a little blushing rising in his face. "About the second week we were there, my roomie and me went to take a shower, and there were only some seniors in the shower room. We were a bit afraid to go on in, but needed the shower, so we pressed on. We found two shower heads kinds of away from the other two guys there. And we started to soap up, and enjoy the hot water. I was enjoying being close to him. We were in different classes, so we were discussing our teachers, and just enjoying the camaraderie. The two seniors came over and asked our names, and what room we were in, being nice and friendly. They asked if we had become friends. We said that yes, we had become pretty good friends so far. Well, the bigger one said that if we were friends, we should show some affection, and kiss. We looked at each other in shock, and kind of moved apart. The smaller one got behind me, and grabbed my shoulders, and moved me back closer to Scott (my roommate) and the big guy then put his big arms around our chests, and told us to kiss or we'd get our butts beat. We did kiss a little bit.' "Wow, did they get into trouble for making you do that"? Justin asked. "They weren't done with us. They said that friends kiss a lot better than that, and we had to kiss again, and when we did, they held our heads, so that we couldn't move back away from each other. And the smaller guy then held our waists together, and moved them back and forth causing us to get full blown erections. They laughed, and told us that we'd better get to work making those things bigger, or no woman would want you." They laughed at us, and told us to be there in the shower room each afternoon at the same time. "They really were something else. Were you there in the shower room the next afternoon?" "We were, and they did about the same thing each day. But wanted us to kiss more, so we did that. And they enjoyed seeing our penises get big as a result of our kissing. The made us grab each other's butt, and of course that made our cocks rub against each other, so the erections were always there." Justin just kind of leaned back against his seat back, and let out a big breath of air. We were sitting so close, there was not a good place to put our hands, so my hand went onto his thigh, and he did the same. We left them that way for a few minutes, and then Justin moved his hand to cover mine. I turned my hand over, and we grasped each other, and my heart rate increased about ten fold. After a few minutes, guess he was thinking about what I'd told him, he asked "How does it feel to kiss another boy? I've never done that." My response was that it was odd at first, but after we'd done it several times, it seemed to be fun, and we both were enjoying it. When we kissed, and had to grab each other's butt, it pressed us really close, and we really thought that was weird, but now we do it all the time, even in our room, both morning and night. He again relaxed against his seat back. I could see that his cock was at full mast, and pushing up his shorts, showing at least a good five inch extension. I wanted to reach over there, and feel it, but just couldn't get up the nerve. He was so cute, I was wishing that I was going to the same school that he was. His stop was coming up, so we had to disengage our hands, and he was getting his stuff ready to get out of his seat. As he got out of the seat, he "slipped" and his face met mine, and we did a quick kiss. It was to be the first of many. I watched him walk up the aisle of the bus, and admired that small little butt that was swinging around. = = = = = = Comments to ray6645@yahoo.com Remember to hug your kids, and or grandkids a lot. You know they need it.