Date: Sat, 8 Apr 2017 14:20:06 +0000 From: bruno Subject: Boy on a Bus: Chapter One BOY ON A BUS Chapter 1 London, England. It was an ordinary Tuesday morning and I was on my way to work. Buses were running slow, meaning the one I was on was packed. There was the usual mix of people talking loudly into their mobiles, early shoppers, schoolboys in their uniforms with shirts hanging out and businessmen such as myself. The bus lurched and I grabbed for the hand rail below me, but in doing so I accidentally brushed the crotch of a boy beside me. He jerked back defensively. 'Sorry,' I said. He looked up, a little flushed. 'That's OK.' He had blond hair and blue eyes and was carrying a back pack. About five feet six. Sixteen? I smiled at him. He smiled back. I kept hold of the rail. After a minute or so, I became conscious of something soft pressing against my hand. I realised it was my second encounter with the boy's crotch. I looked down at him but his head was turned the other way. I left my hand where it was, pretending this wasn't happening. The pressing continued and soon I began to discern the shape of the boy's erection. He rubbed against me until I could feel the full length of his cock - and it did feel long. He rocked from side to side and I realised my fist must now be rubbing up against his balls, now his teenage bush. I fantasised about releasing my hand and stroking him or even unzipping him and wrapping my hand round his wood. Was that what he wanted? Was that what I wanted !? His head stayed turned away and he continued rhythmically stroking his penis against me. What if he came by accident? Eventually I unfurled my fist and turned my palm towards him so that I could feel him better. His cock was rock hard. I squeezed its thickness. The bus stopped outside the school and the pupils got off. The boy walked away and, as he was about to get off, turned and shot me a smile. I blushed back. That next Friday, I was coming home early from work. It was a half day. I was sitting on the upper deck of the bus. It was fairly empty. Outside the school, pupils were waiting to get on. They came noisily up the stairs, among them the blond boy. He sat down beside me and pressed his thigh hard against me. He might have been short but he was well-built. He was obviously athletic. He and his mates were chatting about what they were all doing that weekend, the pressure of his thigh constant. He exuded self-confidence. I resisted the temptation to touch him and carried on reading my paper until it was time to get off. The boy stood up with a little bow to let me out, then followed me to the stairs. 'Hey, Carl,' his mates called, 'where are you going? This isn't your stop?' 'I'm gonna find myself a fuck,' he replied and they all laughed back. I didn't look behind me once I'd got off the bus and walked fast towards my apartment. Once the bus had set off, I heard someone running up behind. The blond boy caught up with me. 'Hey,' he said. I wasn't sure what to say. This cute teenage boy with the cock. 'Hi.' 'You live round here?' 'Yeah,' I replied. 'You?' That was stupid, I knew he lived elsewhere. 'Nah.' 'Then why did you get off the bus?' 'I want to see your place.' I carried on walking. 'What's your name?' the boy asked, sounding cheeky. 'Rob. Yours?' 'Hi, Rob, I'm Carl.' Inside my flat, he took off his blazer and kicked off his shoes. He sat on the couch and I brought him some juice. His lips were pink, his skin smooth and shining and his nipples visible under his shirt. He noticed me looking at them. 'You like my nipples?' he asked. I didn't reply. He undid his shirt. 'You can touch them if you want.' I still didn't say - or do - anything. 'Want to see my butt?' I was lost for words. He stood up, turned round and dropped his trousers. His black shorts revealed two well-defined buttocks either side of a crack. His legs had some light down on them. 'Like it?' he asked, looking over his shoulder. 'Yes.' 'Wanna touch it?' I reached out and caressed his cheeks, feeling my way towards his cherry, imagining what it looked like, what it would taste like. He bent over and I slipped my hand between his legs and stroked his balls. 'Oh!' he said, 'I wasn't expecting that,' but he let me carry on feeling their contours, their heat. Then, still with his back to me, he took a step forward and peeled off his shorts, showing off his perfect smooth ass. I got a glimpse of his low hanging balls but then his buttocks went taut and his thighs closed. I traced my finger over his butt and slowly down his crack but there was no access where I truly wanted to go. I kissed both cheeks of his butt, lingering there, thinking about licking his tight crack. He picked up a cushion to cover his front before turning round. He rubbed himself with it. 'This is hot,' he said. Too right it was. I had never imagined a handsome young teenager rubbing his genitals against that cushion and knew that, after he had gone, I would be pressing it against my face, smelling it. 'You've got to strip too,' he ordered. I had no problem with that. I knew I was fit for someone in their mid thirties. I stood there, letting him inspect me, seeing he was impressed with my massive erection. He knew the impact he was having on me. Slowly the cushion slid down revealing his teenage bush, a patch of lush brown in contrast to his blond hair. It was compact and only just touched his shaft. I was starting to feel dizzy. This was not the way I had expected the day to go. Gradually, more of his shaft came into view, pressed down. I could see how thick it was. I knelt in front of him. Soon the only bit I could not see was his mushroom and then his whole cock sprung up, some six inches with a perfect curve upwards. He slapped my face with it, then fed my mouth. 'Take it!' I took it all the way, sucking in his sweetness and youth. My hand ran through his soft bush. Wanking him, I started licking his balls, rolling each one round in my mouth. Then he pulled back my head and forced his cock down my mouth, roughly face-fucking me. I held wildly on to his thighs, loving it. I could taste precum and then suddenly there was a surge of his cum in my mouth followed by three more. I closed my eyes and savoured it, not wanting to swallow his load. 'I wanna taste my jizz,'he said. I kissed his full lips, his mouth opening up and his sperm mingling in both our mouths, our tongues licking each other's. My hands ran fervently over his young body. After an age we separated and he wanked me hard, himself still erect, until I came all over his fist. He sniffed it, then wiped his hand on the carpet. 'Did you enjoy that? I asked. He smiled, still hard. 'You bet.' _______________________________________________________ Comments welcome to jds.1980@hotmail.com