Date: Fri, 7 Sep 2007 13:31:19 -0700 (PDT)
From: Rob Hoek <storyguy22@yahoo.com>
Subject: Boy Alone (3)

   As directed, Brett stood, brushing away the dark spots of the bus floor
debris from his bare knees, then, climbed up on the wide rear seat to
settle in beside the man he had just sucked off. The large man wrapped a
beefy arm across his shoulders, and pulled him in close to his body, and
they sat there quietly in the dim interior of the big empty bus. The man
gently stroked Brett's naked body, his wide hands and thick fingers just
lightly touching him all over, and Brett was amazed at how gentle the large
man was. Brett's penis was rock hard, and stood straight up from his lap to
pulse against his thin growth of silky pubes, and the man repeatedly ran
one of his thick fingers over its length, before passing it repeatedly
across the smooth little knob of the head. Each time he did that, Brett
gave a little shudder in reaction to the tingly feelings that resulted from
the stimulation, and he wished that the man would just grip it fully, and
keep playing with his penis instead of just teasing him like he was. In an
effort to encourage just that, the next time the man fingered his rigid
penis, Brett thrust his slim hips forward, trying to make his aching penis
follow the direction in which the man retreated from his boyhood.

   The man chuckled, aware of the tension that obviously filled the young
boy, and he dropped his hand down between Brett's smooth thighs, and gently
gripped his plump scrotum, tugging slightly downward, as he said,

   "I know, Sport...these little nuts are all charged up, and looking to
blow, right?"

   Brett tensed as the man's big hand closed over his balls, and he
instinctively widened the spread of his hairless thighs, allowing the big
hand full access to his tender jewels, as another shudder passed through
his tightly wound body. He nodded in response, glancing up into the mans
smiling face, as he meekly replied,

   "Uh huh...for sure...!"

   The man chuckled again, still manipulating the boy's ball sac, as his
other hand moved to Brett's chest, where he none-to-gently fingered the
boy's tiny nipples. Smiling at the soft groan of pleasure that the excited
boy offered, the man gently bounced the small nuggets of Brett's balls on
his fingertips, as he leaned down to lick the small ear that was barely
visible beneath the soft, blond hair that nearly covered it.

   "All in good time, Champ...all in good time...'Ol Bill is going to take
fine care of his boy, I promise...you're gong to get all the good loving
you ever imagined, trust me...and these sweet little nuts are going to be
totally drained before we're finished...now, how about you just stretch
that pretty little body out on this big wide seat here, and let `Ol Bill
get busy showing just what he means by that promise...?"

   Brett shuddered again, a jolt of electric-like sensation coursing
through him as the man fondled his young balls, and pinched his sensitive
nipples, and he quickly nodded his head, then, lifted his feet, and
stretched his lithe, naked body across the bus seat, turning onto his back,
and resting his blond head on the man's thick thigh. He spread his coltish
legs widely, and glanced proudly down at his fully erect penis where it
jutted from his nearly smooth groin, and he sighed deeply, already longing
for the man to touch him more. The man groaned softly, his hungry gaze
traversing the boy's nakedness, before settling on the pulsing boyhood, and
the neatly tucked up silky pouch that had settled neatly between his widely
splayed thighs, and, as he slowly ran one big hand downward over the
stunning boy's trim little body, he said, the lust apparent in his rumbling
voice,

   "My God...what a beautiful thing you are boy...so lean and smooth,
hardly a hair anywhere...skin like a woman...soft, and so damn smooth...I
could touch you forever...and this pretty cock...and tight little
balls....Christ...beautiful and soft like a young little girl, but so much
better equipped with these perfect boy parts....kid, I gotta tell you, it
just can't get any better than this!"

   Brett shuddered some more, the man's light touch driving him crazy,
almost as if his skin was burning from the gently touch, and the way the
man kept saying how pretty, and girly he was made his balls ache. He
groaned, a strong shiver washing over him, as the big hand finally closed
around the rigid shaft of his penis, and squeezed it, then rubbed it
steadily in an up and down motion. He arched his back, and thrust his slim
hips upward, as the man pumped his penis, and chuckled at his quick
reaction.

   "Nice, huh kid...?...yea, you like that plenty...'Ol Bill playing with
your pretty kid-cock...feels pretty damned good, huh Sport?" he said with a
knowing chuckle.

   Brett nodded, his blond head bobbing in the dim light, as he shuddered
again, and squeaked,

   "Uh huh...for sure...I like it...lots...when you touch me, Mister!"

   The man fell silent then, and continued his slow torture, his beefy
hands and thick fingers seeming to touch the silken boy everywhere at once,
and Brett closed his eyes, surrendering his mind to the incredible feelings
that washed over him, as the man expertly explored his young body, driving
him to distraction. After what seemed a very long time, Brett was breathing
in rapid little gulps of air, his smooth chest heaving, as his body seemed
to glow, and radiate the intense heat he was feeling from his highly
stimulated skin, each one of the man's caresses leaving him nearly
breathless, as his young body rapidly reached the boiling point, while at
the same time being held just short of the desired explosion by the man's
expertise in deftly arousing him.

  So focused was Brett on the breath-taking sensations that coursed through
his slender body, he was only slightly aware of the man shifting some on
the seat beneath his head, and he groaned in frustration when the man
suddenly released his oozing erection, and then, he gasped loudly, the air
rushing from his lungs in one burst, as the man once again closed a wide
fist around his pulsing boyhood, and a new, and different sensation
suddenly overtook the panting boy. His eyes popped open, and he looked
down, seeing the big hand firmly stroking his rigid penis, and he shuddered
strongly, the stroking seeming to take on a brand new level of intensity,
and he saw the narrow shaft of his penis shining brightly in the dim light,
almost as if it were wet, and Brett suddenly realized that it was, in fact,
wet, and the wetness was the source of his intensified feelings of amazing
pleasure. The man watched carefully for the boy's reaction, and chuckled
when it came, and to help the slightly startled boy comprehend this new
level of stimulation, he quietly explained,

   "Like that, boy...?...even better, I bet...it's that lube stuff I told
you about...all slick, and juicy...just like that pretty cock of
yours...now just relax and enjoy...you're in good hands here, Sport....'Ol
Bill knows what rocks your little world....just relax, Beauty....it's gonna
be great!"

   Brett closed his eyes again, his spinning head settling back onto the
thick thigh of the man, and he exhaled a deep breath, allowing himself to
fully relax, and savor the amazing feeling of the mans now very slippery
hand gliding over the length of his drooling penis. The desire to erupt,
and relieve the unbelievable pressure that had built in his young balls was
nearly overwhelming, and Brett's small butt bucked steadily on the bus
seat, as if totally out of his control, as the man's deft touch drove his
desire higher and higher, beyond anything he had ever experienced in his
young life. So lost in his building rapture was Brett that he was only
vaguely aware of the man's strong hands sliding under his back, and then
lifting him, as he rolled him onto his front side, his lightly sweating
face now pressed against the man's hairy thigh. He was painfully aware of
his throbbing erection being trapped under his body, then; he quickly lost
all concern regarding his throbbing erection, when he felt the man's large
hands cover the molded globes of his pert little butt. He groaned,
relishing the firm grip with which the man kneaded his tight little mounds,
and smiled, as he listened to the man spiel a long stream of complementary
comments about the perfection of his butt being fully equal to the rest of
his lithe young body, and he gasped loudly, as he sensed the man probing
the narrow crease that divided his snow-white globs with a thick finger. He
held his breath, not actually aware that he was doing it, as the stubby
finger poked around between his cheeks, until it made contact with his tiny
opening, and rubbed across it several times. Brett groaned again, as the
man attempted to imbed his finger in his tight sphincter, and he flexed his
inner muscles, pushing down, trying to aid the man's attempt to impale his
tightness.

   "Damn beauty...you are so damned tight here...hold on a second baby...we
need some more of the lube here...!" grunted the man, then his prodding
finger disappeared, eliciting another groan of frustration from Brett, who
was now eager to be penetrated by the wide finger, or fingers.

   In an instant, the finger returned, this time accompanied by a sense of
wetness, and slickness, caused by the liberal application of lube that the
man had administered to the blunt instrument. Brett again sucked in a big
breath, and held it, as the man gently eased the slippery digit inside his
clinging anus, and then, slid it's full length into his soft, buttery
depths. Brett expelled the breath, a slow hissing sound filling his ears as
he released it, and then, another groan, this time one of pure pleasure, as
the boy relished the feeling of fullness that the imbedded finger had
created. He again flexed his muscles, the result being that his rectum
contracted, and seized upon the thick digit, and it was the man's turn to
groan then, as he slowly and agonizingly withdrew the finger, leaving only
the stubby tip inside the boy's incredible warmth, and tightness. A few
seconds passed, then, the finger once more inserted into the boy, again
traveling the full length up inside him, and he once more clamped down on
it, resisting, as the digit again withdrew. In and out, settling into a
rhythm, the man finger fucked the young boy, as he savored the clinging
tunnel, and its silky smoothness, and warmth. Brett flexed, and relaxed,
timing his muscle contractions with the in and out movement of the finger
inside him, and he turned his head against the thick and hair covered
thigh, focusing his gaze upon the man's now throbbing erection, scant
inches from his flushed and pretty face. Inching slightly forward, Brett
brought his arm up, and closed his slender fingers around the wide stalk,
and stroked it, as he angled it toward his face, then slid out his tongue,
and swiped it over the oozing, wide head.

   "Oh Christ...yes pretty-boy...lick `Ol Bill's cock, Baby...suck
it...while I open up this tight little ass some more...!" barked the man.

   Opening his oval little mouth as widely as possible, Brett tugged firmly
on the thick cock, and slid it inside his mouth, as he closed his lush lips
behind the burgeoning head, and sucked it. The man groaned some more,
unintelligible comments slurring from his gaping mouth, as he relentlessly
continued to finger the boy's asshole, while the boy gurgled over his
immense manhood. On and on it went, man and boy, both grunting, and
groaning, as Brett licked and sucked the drooling tool, and the man's
finger pounded over Brett's inflamed prostate, the undeniable explosion
rapidly building in them both, until finally the nearly incoherent man
could take it no longer. Jerking his finger from the boy's stretched chute
with a discernable popping sound, the man grabbed at the boy's lean torso
with both meaty hands, lifting him like his weight was nothing, and
spinning him, as he hoisted the panting boy high above his lap, then
grunted, as he began lowering the nearly limp youth toward his massive
erection, as he uttered,

   "Enough pretty-boy...that is damn well enough playing around...now, you
sweet little pussy-boy, you're going to get soundly fucked!"

   Brett gasped, and his eyes widened, as his pretty little mouth formed
into an oval of surprise, and anticipation, as the man's strong arms
lowered his trembling body, centering his well slicked entrance with the
bulbous head of his heavy cock.

   "OHhh wow...ohhh....yea Mister...I wanna...fuck me now...pleeease!"
hissed Brett, his wide open eyes dropping to the man's lap just in time to
witness his wide spread crack swallow the wide head of the huge
man-cock. He yelped, more in surprise that in actual pain, as the thick
shaft eased fully inside his narrow little passage, taking it all, until
the boy was aware of the man's wiry pubic bush brushing the undersides of
his thighs, and the firm cheeks of his pretty little ass.

   "URMPH....AGgggg....OHhhhh....!" wailed the boy, his tight tunnel
feeling as though it would surely split wide open, as the massive cock
filled him to unbelievable proportion, so much so that he would have been
only mildly surprised to see the monster meat emerge from his wide open
mouth.

    "GODDAMN...!!" growled the man, "Holy shit, you are SO FUCKING
TIGHT...Jesus...sweet Jesus...oh, pretty-boy...'Ol Bill is gonna fuck your
little pussy good now...oh baby...oh...my...God!" grunted the man, his big
hands gripping the boy's slim waist, as he lifted and lowered his impaled
young body as if it were nothing.

   Brett's head lolled back, rocking loosely side to side like a rag doll,
as he gasped and panted, his mouth sagging agape, and a steady drizzle of
saliva running from the corners, as the big man continued to lift him and
lower him, the upward thrusts of his hips hammering the huge cock in and
out of his ass, as the wide head pummeled his tender prostate, the
sensations being nearly enough to cause the boy to black out from nerve
overload. On and on it went, the man fucking the boy relentlessly, as the
boy matched his driving rhythm, flexing, and relaxing his anal muscles, the
contraction literally milking the drooling shaft of the thick cock, until
finally the grunting and sweating man could hold back no longer. He groaned
loudly, his hips bucking straight upward, the force of the move driving his
thick cock fully inside the boy's gripping tunnel, and his heavy balls
drawing up in his heavy sac, then erupting, sending ribbon after thick
ribbon of his molten cum jetting deeply into the boy's tender bowel again,
and again.

   Brett felt the first ejaculate eject from the man's strongly spitting
cock, and the sensation of his soft inner walls being liberally sprayed
with the heavy fluid was amazingly clear in his senses, and he quickly
clamped his muscles as tightly as possible, closing his buttery softness
tightly onto the spasming cock as it jetted again and again, draining the
massive discharge into his snug sheath. Drooling uncontrollably now, Brett
bounced up and down on the still spitting manhood, as his hand quickly
gripped the rigid shaft of his own penis, and jerked at it several times,
then, quickly released it just as the first spurt of his own creamy fluid
ejected from the tiny slit. He watched, as did the stunned man, as the
boy-cock continued to release its nectar, untouched, in repeated spasms,
the viscous fluid raining down across the hairy belly of the man.

   It was over then, leaving man and boy gasping for breath, and
exhausted. Brett was drained, profuse sweat coating his face, and chest, as
he went limp in the man's arms, and all but flee forward against the man's
thick trunk. The man wrapped his thick arms around the shaking boy, and
pulled him close, holding him while he struggled to breath. Finally, the
both of them calmed some, an Brett pulled back, gingerly putting his weight
onto his folded knees, as he rose up, expelling the man's wilted cock from
his battered little hole with a loud sound. Instantly Brett was aware of a
voluminous wetness escaping his wide stretched hole, and then drizzling
along his inner thighs, and he couldn't help but giggle, as he realized
that it was the man's heavy discharge draining from his wide open hole, and
he quickly rolled off the man's lap, dropping onto the seat beside him, as
he tucked his legs under his bottom, and gazed up at the man. The man
smiled widely, as he reached out to ruffle Brett's soft hair, as he said,

   "Damn, pretty-one....God Damn...that was amazing...you wore `Ol Bill
out, and that takes some doing....damn kid, I knew the second I saw that
sweet face and body of yours back at the bus stop that you were gonna be
one for the books....and, damned if you're not, too...one hell of a fuck
you are, sweet-face....on HELL of a fuck!"

   Brett looked down coyly, his cheeks flushing with heat, then, he lifted
his gaze to meet the grinning man's, and fluttered his long eyelashes
several times, as he replied, sweetly,

   "Gosh Mister, thanks....I like it too...lots...!"

   After some more recuperation and the man's best attempt at using some
rags he found stowed on the bus to clean them both up, they dressed, and
exited the bus. The man took Brett to his pickup truck, and then down the
block to an all night diner, where he made sure the wayward boy ate his
fill, then, he drove back to the bus barn. Handing Brett a key to the side
door to the cavernous building, he informed him that he could make a
make-shift bed on the bus until early morning, but he needed to let himself
out of the building by 6:00 am when the day crew arrived for their
shift. Brett nodded his understanding, and sheepishly accepted the two
twenty dollar bill that the man insisted he take, with his apology for not
having more cash on him, then, he asked Brett what he planned to do about
his ticklish situation in the morning. Brett shrugged, then replied that he
did have an Aunt, his Mothers sister, who lived in a city some distance
from where they were, and that he was sure she would take him in, if he
could somehow just get there. The man nodded his understanding, and, as he
gave the pretty young boy a final hug, and soft kiss, he suggested that the
boy could very probably hookup a ride from one of the many truckers that
frequented the big truck stop several blocks East of the bus barn. Brett
considered that for a moment, then nodded, as he moved back inside his
temporary bedroom for the night, bidding the bus driver a fond goodbye.

   As the boy stretched out comfortably on the wide seat of the bus, he lay
back starring at the ceiling of the bus, and contemplated both the
incredible events of his evening, and, the best enticements he might employ
on the morrow to secure a ride with one of the big rig truckers that `Ol
Bill had knowingly pointed him to.

(To Be Continued)
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