Date: Thu, 23 Nov 2017 16:20:05 +0000
From: bruno <jds.1980@hotmail.com>
Subject: Boy on a Bus: Chapter Six

BOY ON A BUS

Chapter 6

'Josh did come across as a bit rude,'admitted Carl.

'I don't think he likes me.'

Carl laughed and tugged my arm. He had other things on his mind. 'He's a
bit picky.'

'Cheers. Are you two going to make out again?' I knew I was in danger of
sounding jealous.

'Dunno. But I do know I want to fuck you now.'

Fifteen minutes later, Carl lay on his back on the bed, spent for the
moment. In fifteen minutes, he would want to start again.  In the meantime,
his spunk was leaking out of my asshole. My hand slipped inbetween his
thigh and his balls.

'I really like you, Rob,' he said, sighing.

'Don't get all soppy on me,' I said, scoffing.

He leant over and kissed me, then rolled back and fell asleep.



The next evening, my front door buzzed. 'It's Josh.'

I let him in, curious. This hadn't been arranged. I'd had no contact with
him since that day I'd sucked his cum out of my sheets, and he didn't know
about that.

'I just thought I'd come round,' he said. 'I'm not looking for sex.'

'I'm not offering any.'

'Cool.' He looked round the room, dressed in the same black as before, the
same skinny jeans. He took off his shoes, unlike Carl maybe recognising I
never wore mine indoors.  'You like art?'

'I've got a few paintings, as you can see.'

He nodded, not passing any judgment. 'So do I. I do art at
school. Extracurricular.'

'Really? Any good?'

He nodded again and absently massaged his crotch. If he was trying to trick
me into looking at it, he wasn't going to succeed. His legs were wide
apart. 'Would you pay me if I let you suck me off?' he asked.

'No.'

'Why not?'

'Because I don't pay for sex. And, anyway, I don't fancy you.' At least, I
wasn't going to admit I did.

'Oh.' Josh seemed taken aback. 'So what do you see in Carl?'

'Carl's witty, sexy, confident, passionate...'

...And he's got a good body and a nice cock?'

'Yep. Do you think he's hot?'

'Maybe. Not as much as he thinks I do though. I mean, I wouldn't want a
relationship with him.' He crossed his legs, showing up how skinny they
were. 'I thought you did fancy me.  That's why I wouldn't let you see you
see me nude.'

'So, if you'd thought I didn't fancy you, you'd have been happy to strip
off in front of me?'

Josh laughed - the first time I had seen him do so. 'Suppose so. I could
strip off now.'

I laughed too. 'Very funny.'

Josh stood up and started unzipping his jeans.

'Whoah,' I said,'What are you doing?'

He stopped. 'I didn't mean anything.' He looked embarrassed. 'I think I'll
be off.'

'No problem. Though it was quite a short visit,' I said light-heartedly.

He hesitated. 'Is it OK if I come round again?'

'Sure.' I smiled. 'Just so long as you don't try any stripteases.'



It must have been a week later that Carl next visited. He brought Josh, who
looked uncomfortable.

'Hey, Josh,' I said. 'How's it going?'

'Not bad. You?'

'Much the same.' I was puzzled why he was there.

'I bumped into Josh on the next street,' said Carl. 'Said I was coming to
see you. Asked if he wanted to come along.'

'And you had nothing better to do,' I said, looking at Josh, and smiled. He
shrugged.

'Actually,' said Carl, 'I want us to have a threesome. It would be fun.'

'No way!' said Josh. 'YOu never said anything about that!'

'Why not?'

'Well...,' Josh paused for a time, 'apart from anything else, Rob doesn't
fancy me.'

'Josh is right,' I replied. 'No threesome.'

But Carl was going to have his threesome, just in two stages. He took Josh
into my bedroom. There was no sound of spanking this time, just two lads
talking in low tones to each other.  When they came out, Josh gave me a nod
and left. Carl followed me into the kitchen.

'Did the two of you actually do anything?' I asked.

'Disappointed there was no sound of spanking?' Carl laughed. 'We just
jerkeded each other off.'

'The two of you jizzed all over my bed?'

'Yep. You'll have to guess whose is whose. You know, I don't think he's
really interested in me? My ego needs massaging.'

I massaged his prostate instead, fucking him there on the kitchen, harder
than ever. He lay there afterwards, red-faced. 'Shit! That was good.' And
it was. But I wasn't sure what had really turned me on.

Once he had gone, I slipped into the bedroom. There was a splatter of cum
on one side of the bed but the bigger volume was caked over my pillowcase,
all over it.  Carl didn't cum that much. That night, I slept on that
pillow, feeling the cake of Josh's cum on my cheek, breathing in its smell,
imagining him wiping his cock there.



It was a Friday, two weeks or more before I next saw him. It was ten
o'clock, I'd been out for dinner and was feeling tired, nursing a late
whisky when the buzzer went.

'It's Josh.'

I opened the door. 'What are you doing here so late?'

'It's not that late,' he said, puzzled.

'Won't your parents want to know where you are?'

He was still acting puzzled. 'I'm sixteen. I can go where and when I want,
so long as it's not a schoolday the next day.'

'Why here?'

'I fancied a chat.' He nodded towards my glass. 'Can I have some?'

'Would your parents let you?'

'Maybe. But I just want a sip out of your glass.'

He took the glass without asking again, sniffed it and took a large gulp
which he swilled around in his mouth before swallowing. He handed the glass
back with a smile. 'Not bad.'

'That's an expensive malt!' He shrugged. 'Do people think you're a cool
dude, Josh.'

'I don't care what people think.' We talked for an hour or so about radical
politics, art, my job and his aspirations. He told me he was Jewish,
although non-practising. He was articulate, intelligent, more mature for an
sixteen year old than I had realised.

He broke off. 'You're tired. You should go to bed.'

'Sorry,' I said, 'I am bit.'

'That's cool,' he said. 'Can I stay in your spare room?' Then, pre-empting
what I was about to ask, 'I'll text my mum.'

He was still up when I went to bed. I hope I can trust him, I thought, I
hope I'm not going to wake up and find I've been robbed. Still, I fell
asleep.  Some time later, lying on my side, I became hazily aware of the
duvet being pulled back and someone getting into the bed alongside me. I
pretended I was still asleep.  He spooned up against me and I could feel
the hairs on his legs and - just - the prick of his cock against my back.

'Good night,' he whispered, and fell asleep himself.

When I woke in the morning, I was by myself. I could hear the TV. I went
into the living room where Josh was hugging a mug of coffee. 'Hi!,' he
said, pointing at the cup. 'Want some? I found your cafetiere.'

'Sure. Thanks. Did you sleep well?'

'Perfectly.' He smiled.


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