Date: Tue, 29 Aug 2017 06:58:32 +0000 From: bruno Subject: Boy on a Bus: Chapter Three BOY ON A BUS Chapter 3 After my latest encounter with Carl, I spent a month overseas on work. I did have a couple of brief encounters but I still thought about Carl a bit. Maybe I'm lying, maybe it was more than that. He sent me texts asking when I would be back, sometimes with photos of him at the swimming pool. Nothing explicit, but - hell - I knew exactly what was inside those speedos. 'OK, I'm back Friday. ETA 16:00.' I got a cab back from the airport and arrived home tired and sticky, having spent 12 hours in the air. I tapped the entry code into the block's main door and took the lift up. Hunched on the floor leaning against my apartment door, Carl was in his school uniform, shirt out and tie loose around his neck. He was talking to the young kid from the next door apartment. `Hi, Marlon,' I said. `Hey, Rob,' he said, smiling slyly as always. He leaned against his door in his usual trackie bottoms, hands behind his back, hips pushing forwards. Short and cute but possibly not as innocent as he made out. `Marlon let me in,' said Carl, and I swore I saw his eye resting on Marlon's crotch. `We've been chatting.' `How's your mom?' I asked Marlon. `She's good. Out at work a lot.' `Well,' I said, unlocking the door, `say hi, will you?' `Sure,' he replied. `See ya later.' I wasn't sure if he was addressing me or Carl but there was a cheeky hint. Inside, I had a shower. When I came out, Carl was stretched out on the bed, naked from the waist down but still in his school shirt and tie, beating his cock like mad. `Marlon's so hot,' he said. `Carl.' `I know. But he's still hot. And I like black guys. Did you see his package?' `I saw you look at it.' `He was feeling himself up earlier. I almost creamed myself.' Meanwhile, Carl's own teenage boner was pointing at the ceiling. I knelt over him and started sucking it, realising what I'd been missing, my hands sliding up inside his shirt and playing with his nipples. `I've missed this,' I said. `I can tell,' he replied, hands moving behind his head. 'Right,' he said after a bit, 'get on your knees.' I rolled quickly over, anticipating what was coming next. I felt his finger enter me and twist around, followed by another. I sighed, I love it when guys finger me - it's so intimate. 'Go on, Carl.' Three fingers fucking me hard. Then he pulled them out and I felt the push of his cock as it entered me. I could feel its full length inside, his thighs pressed against me. Neither of us was saying anything but I was intensely aroused and knew that was reciprocated. He started with long slow strokes, each one better than the last, then speeded up. I loved him barebacking me. He crouched on top as he fucked, his hands pressing on my back. 'Fuck me,' I urged him. `Fuck me harder, Carl.' He didn't hold back. He rode me hard, his young teen thighs slapping noisily against me, his rock hard cock going in and out. I moaned and reached back to feel him. He swept my hand away and smacked me on the butt again and again, then pulled out, rolling onto his back, masturbating fiercely, his legs splayed, his knees bent. I leant over, trying to catch it in my mouth but his load shot into the air and landed all over the bed. He lay back. The room stank of his cum. I licked his cock clean. It was his first time on top and he'd loved it. A week later, Carl was due to come round. I'd been looking forward to it all day, picturing his fresh face and fair hair, his full lips. I was so lucky, having him. I got to the top of the stairs and there was a loud cry from the apartment next door. `Yeah! Yeah! Uh! Uh! Aah!' It was definitely Marlon, his voice was broken but still kept some of its earlier youth. Wow, I thought, I didn't realise he had a girlfriend. And I'd just heard him orgasm. I went into my flat and closed the door. Five minutes later, there was a knock. It was Carl. `Tail-gated someone again?' I asked. He smiled and kissed me. Our tongues met and there was an unfamiliar yet familiar taste. `That's someone else's cum!' I said. `You've ben sucking someone off! Who?' `Guess.' He kissed me and I tasted this other guy's cum again. `Hold on,' I said, breaking off. `This isn't wine tasting.' He laughed. `Marlon.' `What? You've just sucked off Marlon?' `Yep.' And we kissed again, me tasting Marlon's sweet cum, never imagining he'd have enough in his young balls to coat anyone's mouth, thinking about how his cock had touched Carl's tongue just where my tongue was now. `He's big,' said Carl, `just as I imagined.' `How did YOU end up sucking off the kid next door?' `I bumped into him on the street, got chatting, went into his place, one thing led to another and he took off all his clothes to show me his body. Nice. He's fit. Can you imagine?' I shrugged. `Tastes good too, doesn't he?' I shrugged again and kissed Carl again, my tongue licking both sides of his mouth for that taste. `Did he suck you?' I asked. `No. Says he's straight.' `OK.' `He reckons he can have you.' `What?' `Marlon reckons he can fuck you if he wants.' `In his dreams.' I thought about it though, and it did have an unexpected appeal, the idea of this young kid hammering me. `You think he's hot?' `One of these days maybe.' Definitely. Thirty minutes later, Carl had me on my knees, his cock thrusting inside me from behind in slow hard strokes. `Say it,' he ordered. `Fuck me, Carl.' `No. Say, fuck me, Marlon.' I realised Carl could read my mind better than I could. `Fuck me, Marlon,' I whispered intensely. `Louder.' `Fuck me, Marlon!' `Say I want your teenage meat inside me, Marlon.' I pictured Marlon stripping off in front of me as he had done with Carl. Now totally naked. Why not? `I want your teenage meat inside me, Marlon.' `Louder! I want him to hear you!' He shoved his cock really hard into me and for a moment I thought it was Marlon's. `FUCK ME, Marlon,' I yelled, `fuck me! I want your cock, I want your TEENage meat inside me!' `I think he heard,' said Carl. `Now, take my cock in your mouth and imagine it's his.' I did as I was told and, closing my eyes, took his shaft as far as I could and gripped his thighs, imagining they were Marlon's. And when he came, all I could taste was Marlon's sweet young cum. Later that weekend I saw Marlon in the elevator with his mum. He smiled at me in what seemed a knowing way and lowered his waistband teasingly. I saw his pubes and the base of his shaft and blushed. As his mum chatted on, I wondered if he really had heard Carl's and my role-playing, if that was what it was. What I definitely had heard was his cry as he ejaculated into Carl's mouth. And what I definitely had tasted was his young cum. And I did know that he said he could have me if he wanted. And still he carried on smiling as his mum prattled on, not looking away once. Carl went back more than once over the next fortnight to suck Marlon's cock and he came back with supposed messages from him – `Your white butt, my black teen cock' – though I suspected Carl made these up. My bathroom had a common wall with his bedroom and I did stand there, listening to his moans and cries as he orgasmed, as if shooting his sperm was like giving birth. Carl came in smiling like he was the cat who had had all the cream. Once he saved Marlon's cum and spat it out in the kitchen surface and we traced our fingers through it, feeling the texture, rubbing it between our fingertips until it was solid and feeding it to each other. Carl was all for a threesome, he said Marlon could fuck us both. Truth was, he just wanted to get naked with Marlon and roll around with him in bed. Carl obviously thought he was really hot and liked talking about his body, how Marlon's cock must be nine inches and its knob really pink, how Marlon forced him to lick his balls sloppily, how Marlon's pubes were much sparser than his own and yet how they covered such a wide area for such a young guy. Carl wanted Marlon but Marlon was having none of it. And so I ended up fucking him and he pretended I was Marlon and cried out his name. Comments welcome to jds.1980@ hotmail.com Support nifty!