Date: Thu, 15 Feb 2024 21:24:48 -0800 From: gayD Subject: It's A Bet - Chapter 2 Fuck, this kid, Rickie, is stripped naked on a public bus, and the nicely-suited elderly gentleman, Henry, is enjoying his won 30 minutes of teasing his new 19-year-old toy. The question is, will Rickie get his clothes back after he submits to everything Henry wants from him? I mean, wouldn't that be too cruel to keep the boy's clothes? But if he does, what happens to the little Rickie in public? I have written tons of erotic porn stories. Most are too intense and too graphic to be approved for inclusion here. So they are posted on https://www.gayties.com/. (You have to join, but membership is free.) This is my first story posted here in the category of Adult-Youth. I have written a 4-chapter outline, and I am enjoying writing it out fully. This story is copyrighted by GayTies.com. (BTW, please support Nifty.org, a critical "library" site for us authors and readers of this fine material.) It's a Bet Part 2 of 4 His compliments again made me feel both excited and humiliated, and there was something familiar about him using the word "exquisite." Still, the thought left me as he gently grasped my erection. He didn't move his hand at all. He just very lightly, gently embraced it, causing my erection to throb harder than ever before in my life. "A beautifully formed, very hard erection. You truly are exquisite, boy. All these people on this bus need to see and appreciate you in your total nakedness, right here and now." Harry's other hand gently took hold of my balls, then slowly moved the hand holding my cock to guide my hard dick to directly point to his face. I watched as he licked his index finger, then slowly ran it all over the very sensitive head from my piss slit to the flared mushroom's edge, then ran it around in circles. I forgot about being naked on a bus with passengers until he reminded me, "My naked boy, on a bus, standing up in front of me, with a stiff dick screaming to climax, screaming for permission to climax, even if I require it to be so publicly." I felt so humiliated, and as my knees got weak, I knew I was about to cum. But he sensed this and pulled his hand away from my cock and balls and said, "Now, now, boy, don't you go ejaculating without permission. You'd make me very angry that you are trying to be in charge. You lost that bet, boy, at least for 30 minutes. You have nothing to say or do or even think." I stood in front of him, my cock bouncing up and down, and I saw from the expression on his face that he was really enjoying my agonizing public humiliation. After a couple minutes of silence where I was holding myself on my tip toes on the verge of climax, Harry gave me a moment to get down from my erotic high. But not for long, because he grasped my dick again, and this time he slowly stroked it, making sure to do it very slowly, and rubbing it fully all the way to my groin and then all the way to the tip. Then, back to my groin. This time, he used the other hand to lightly tickle my balls with his fingernails. He brought me to the edge and nearly over the edge a few times. Each time I was about to climax, my hips would thrust forward and backward in increasingly longer movements. He knew that sign. Then he smiled at me and said, "I'm sorry, boy, I've forgotten all about your mouth, and it's a beautiful one at that." I watched as he unzipped his pants, and suddenly, I knew what he wanted. Being as horny as I was, I was ready for almost anything, even from a 70-year-old man. Not only did I want to suck him, deep down, I knew I needed to. I started to bend down, but he stopped me with his hand and said, "Naughty, naughty boy, you are not in charge here. You think you can try to con me at poker and then do as you wish? You do need a good, long spanking, but there is no time for that. Get down on your knees between my legs and show me how well you can use that beautiful mouth." The way Harry stopped me and made me wait until he told me what to do aroused me so much I felt a tingling sensation go through my entire body as I awkwardly knelt down. I had to shove my feet under the seat behind me, but finally, after some maneuvering, my head was level with his crotch. He smiled at me and said, "Good, now open my pants and get to work. Boy, my stop is coming up in a few minutes." I undid the button on his suit pants, pulled them open, and saw he wasn't wearing underwear. I traced over his erection through his pants and, for the first time, noticed how big it was. When I finally got it free from his pants, I was shocked at how huge and beautiful an elderly man's dick could be. He laughed and said, "Yes, it's a big one, boy. Now get to work." I grasped the base in my hand, lowered my head, stuck out my tongue, and gently ran it over the huge, swollen purple head. I heard him moan lowly as my tongue ran circles around the head, and deep down, I wished he would just cum now because I didn't think I could get the head, let alone the entire shaft, into my mouth. I whispered, "But I'm not gay." Hendry did not respond. That expressed idea was meaningless. After a minute, Henry told me, "OK, boy, time to stop playing around and really open wide." Harry's firm voice drove me on, and I opened my mouth as wide as I could and slowly started taking the head into my mouth. I got about half of it in, but it swelled larger, so I had to pull back, making him say, "No more fooling around, boy, you are making me very angry." I wet my lips, opened them wide, and slowly took the flared head into my mouth again. Again, I only got about half of it in and thought I would have to pull back again, but this time, he thrust his hips up, which shoved a couple more inches of the shaft into me. I started to gag. It was huge, but he quickly said, "Relax, boy, relax." I did as he said, and the gag reflex left, but his cock was so big I thought my mouth would break open as I tried to take more into me. I heard him say, "Relax your jaw muscles, boy." He pulled out a little and allowed me to breathe before pushing it back into me. "Relax." I did what Harry said and found it a bit more comfortable as I slowly started getting more of his shaft into me, but I could see I would have trouble going any further. He was just too big, as well as too thick. He sensed what I was thinking because he said, "You can do it, boy. You will be a pro cocksucker after this." Me? A pro cocksucker? I am not even gay! But his words were both humiliating as well as exciting to me, and I deeply wanted to take all of him into me. However, I was unsure of how to do it. I heard him sigh; then he said, "OK, guess I'm going to have to help you, boy." He then reached out, grabbed the back of my head, and pushed down while at the same time, he thrust his hips up, forcing his entire cock through my mouth and lodging it to plug the opening of my throat. I started to gag again and tried to pull back, but he held my head down firmly and said, "Relax, boy, and take my dick all the way, and don't stop until I tell you to." I did what he said, and he let me take a couple of breaths. I was amazed at how large his cock was and how good it felt at the back of my throat. I raised my hands and tried to play with his balls, but he quickly said, "Boy, put your hands behind your back and don't move them until I tell you." I obeyed. I had to do it; I needed to do it, and once they were behind me, he moved forward and my body backward, which trapped my hands behind me between my back and the back of the seat. He then said, "OK, boy, now I will let you take a breath, then you become a pro; time for a good face fucking." Harry then used his hands on the back of my head to pull my mouth up and down, thrusting his hips up, forcing his cock up and down my throat. I concentrated on breathing when I could and relaxing my mouth as he picked up speed, driving his cock up against my throat hole. A minute later, I felt it swell even larger, then felt his first shot of cum shoot deep down my throat. I was surprised that at his age, he shot spurt after spurt of his cum deep down my throat as he continued driving his cock in and out of me. Finally, he slowed, then stopped, and said, "Good, boy, you sucked me, which makes you a pro. Such a fine, straight pro cock sucker you are. You can now probably suck anybody." For some reason, I felt pride race through my body as I looked at him, then he said, "And I have the feeling you are going to get a lot of opportunities." I wanted to tell him I was straight and would never do this again with anyone. But it's not the thing that would matter to him. "Now, stand up again and face me, boy." I did, and my erection stood almost straight up and out. When he saw my erection, he added, "Yes, not only a lot of opportunities, but it looks like humiliation is going to become a part of you." Should I remind him I'm straight? "Now, stand up and face the window." As I did, I saw his dick was still jutting out of his pants and... still big and hard as a post. Fuck! He just climaxed! "Now, Rickie, raise your hands." I did. "No, higher, stretch higher, and push your entire naked body against the glass.; H epaused. "I want to show everyone out there your beautiful, sexy body." FUCK! FUCK! I could not believe what I saw! The bus was now moving slowly, very slowly now... through a downtown area! PEOPLE WERE STARING... AT ME. AT MY NAKED BODY PRESSED TIGHT AGAINST THE WINDOW! I wanted to recoil, move away from the glass, but, "No, stay there, and kiss the glass. Lick and kiss the glass." All of as sudden, Henry reached in front o me and took my hard dick, and pointed it up. It was now sandwiched -- squished - between my belly and the window glass! "Henry, Sir! Pease. A lot of people are looking at me. Please, I'll do anything. Please, SIR!" "Oh, well, let's give them a better show: What did that mean? "up! Up on your ties, get up on your sexy toes, and show them your full dick shaft, boy." I don't know what-why I obeyed. I was just lost in Henry's commanding words. He said - I did. The bus was wobbling even as it moved so slowly. I used my hand to grab onto the bus roof trom to steady myself. I struggled and strained to stay on my toes. From the outside of the bus, the large windows showed my body from my head to my dick, and now even my balls came into view? I was not sure. Worse, I didn't care. I just knew my hard dick was forced, pointing upward and leaking precum all over the window. WHAT THE FUCK? Who turned on the interior lights? It was light outside, but now the bus's interior was also lit up, and my fully exposed body, including my dick and balls! I was freaking out! Henry was not being embarrassed. From the outside, people just saw a man in a nice business suit standing behind me... idly doing nothing. I was the sicko, naked and licking the window. "Just stay calm and kiss and lick the glass while I kiss your ass." Then I felt his tongue licking my ass and pushing on my ass lips. Wow! That felt good. But... no, it's not his tongue. No... it's... it's his dick. His dick is pushing It's way into my asshole. HE IS FUCKING ME WHILE I'M HUGGING THE GLASS. I want to pull away from his huge dick, but I'mpress tightly against the window. I was on public display in every way possible! "AAAAHHHHH! PLEASE! AAAAHHHHHHH!" I can't help it. He's using his dick to fuck me hard, and all I can do is lick the fucking window glass. Oh God, I feel so valuable. I feel so complete. Is this my destiny? I started to relax my feet. "No! Keep up on your fucking toes." Henry was not yelling but talking calmly. "Remember, you are the show. You see all your fans? You are their entertainment. You are my little public sex toy. Isn't that great?" In my daze, I stupidly nodded. Sensations went through me. Was it pride? Was I proud to be used to please? Is that why my dick was throbbing and on the edge of bursting? "Oh, yeah, my boy has a sweet pussie cunt. Yes, Can you feel it in your throat yet?" Something snapped in my brain. The pain stayed with me, but somehow, pleasure began to develop. I found myself keeping my nipples against the glass as I licked it, but now, pushing my ass back to swallow more of his massive dick. Oddly, men, women, and teens were waving at me. Some took flash photos! THAN THE BUS STOPPED AT A BUS STOP! There were dozens of pedestrians on the sidewalk looking at me. Then we approached the bus stop, where a bunch of people were waiting to get on the bus. The bus's brakes squealed to a stop, and Henry continued to fuck me, now slowly. I fucking prayed, "Oh God, please don't let anyone on. Please, God, Please. I'll do whatever Master Henry wants, but please, dear Lord, I'll die if anyone comes on board." Yeah, dumb, but I was over the edge, past my limit of abuse. I could take no more humiliation. WHAT THE FUCK IS HAPPENING! I'M NOW SOME FUCKING SEX SHOW? NAKED AND PRESSED AGAINST THE WINDOW WHILE GETTING MY STRAIGHT ASS FUCKED FOR THE FIRST TIME IN MY LIFE? What a fucking introduction to gay sex! Then, the bus drive just slowly took off. He never opened the doors to let anyone on. Thank God for small favors. But I think God had nothing to do with it. I was so freaked out! So publicly humiliated! So publicly degraded, used, and displayed. OH GOD, HOW I LOVED IT. I cried out loud, and my while body shook. As Henry continued to plow my ass, his hip movement caused me to rub my own dick up and down on the window. I was trying to wiggle my dick to climax. I was almost there. When Henry emplied his load in me for the second time. "Please, Sir, may I climax, too?" "Well, I don't see how that helps me." Then he turned me around to face him. He grasped my bobbing shaft. "Yes, I'll let you climax, of course, but not right now. And I don't trust you to lave that dick alone." "You see, my dear boy, when I allow you to cum, we need to catch your boy goo in a container. And I don't have any containers here. Yes, that can't be wasted. I need to capture it and save it for a special time for you and others." I had not idea f want he was taking about, but it sounded wickedly ominous. My focus was... get dressed, get my stuff back, get off this fucking bus, and go somewhere to quickly beat off. "Please, Sir? May I?" My dick jerked all over, dripping strings of sticky stuff on his expensive suit and shinny shoes. Harry lightly stroked my dick all the way back, then all the way to the tip, slowly and torturously. I could feel my balls churning a huge pent-up load to eject. He brought me to the edge of cumming three times. I was so horny, my knees shook a bit, and I needed to cum so badly that he probably thought I would have done anything for him. He paused; then he started stroking me again. Just when I was about to cum, we both heard the driver announce the next stop was two minutes away. He stopped stroking, smiled at me, and said, "Guess we better hurry, boy; that's my stop." He brought me to the edge of cumming two more times until I was at the point where I thought I would go crazy. Then he said, "Hands behind your back, boy." I gladly did, hurrying to obey to reach my climax quickly before his stop. As my hips were doing their best to thrust back and forth to plead for a desperately needed climax, I watched him open my gym bag, reach in, and pull a shoelace from one of my tennis shoes. He pulled me way forward without a word, bending me over his lap until my face was on the bench seat at his hip. Before I could move, he quickly and securely bound my wrists behind my back with my own lace, and then he pulled me to a standing position again. I looked at him with shock and confusion, my erection bouncing up and down so hard I thought it would fall off. He smiled widely at me and said, "Looks like you are in a predicament, boy, naked, erect, hands bound behind you and on a public bus. I want to tell you it's been a pleasure meeting you. And, now, this is my stop. I really must go." I started to open my mouth to angrily protest, but he stopped me. "You're wondering why this is happening, right?" Harry asked me. "You could have been nice when I got on the bus. I tried to tell you your fly was open, and instead of appreciating it, you tried to tease me, and then you tried to hustle me at cards. As you can see, you will be the only passenger left on the bus. Everyone else got off already, so it will be just the driver and you. Now, you have a choice here. You can promise me that you will never try to do anything like this again to anyone, and I'll leave you my number. I will give you another chance to win your stuff back. Or ... if you don't promise, I will leave." My mind raced, but I had no choice, so I nodded, indicating I agreed. He smiled, then looked at my erection and brought me to the edge one last time, then let go. As he stood up, he smiled and told me, "Again, great to meet you and your mouth. Remember your promise. Have fun getting your hands unbound and getting home." Harry turned, and I watched him walk to the front of the bus, say something to the driver, and then get off. HARRY GOT OFF THE BUS? WITH ME LIKE THIS? I quickly sat down and frantically thought about my situation. I was fucking naked, dick-dripping hard, my hands tied behind my back on a city bus, alone with just the driver. I started struggling against the shoelace that bound my wrists but quickly gave up, as the more I struggled, the tighter it got. I thought about how this day had started out so well, and even though it had not ended with Harry as I would have liked, I knew deep down that I had loved my public and erotic meeting with him. His dominant nature and how he talked to me, a straight college guy, and had brought me to new heights of arousal. I leaned over a bit in my seat and looked at the driver for the first time. I was far back on the bus, but from what I could see, the bus driver was a tall, older man, probably 40s, and a Black man. What is it with all these "old" guys controlling me? I'm still in college. The attractive man wore the uniform and hat of a city bus driver, and my only hope was that since he drove the bus, he would be eager to help me. However, I had no idea how I would explain being naked with my hands bound behind me and that all my clothes were off the bus and gone with Harry. Suddenly an idea came to my mind that seemed good, so I took a deep breath and stood up, and started walking to the front of the bus, my very hard cock leading the way. When I was halfway to where the driver was sitting, I saw the driver turn his head briefly and look at me, then heard him roar, "Hey, Kid, take a seat while the bus is in motion." I stopped walking and was about to sit when I saw the driver look in the mirror at me. Then, he turned his head and took a longer look. I then watched as he rubbed his eyes, shook his head, turned around, and looked at me longer. This time, with his eyes very wide open. "Kid, are you... What happened? Who?" I almost laughed at how confused he was. The bus continued to slow, and then the driver actually pulled it over to the side of the road and stopped. Then, the driver got up and walked over to me. I saw he was a black man, maybe in his 60s, and also very well-built. He looked like he must have spent a couple of hours at the gym lifting weights every day and had been doing it for quite some time. The next thing I noticed was how he had the whitest teeth when he opened his mouth and how handsome he was. He stopped when he was one row away from me, where he could easily see me in all my nakedness. "Are you OK, Kid?" As an elderly man, I figured he'd sympathize with my situation and immediately help a cute college kid like me. Hey, my cure boyishness has always worked to get me out of a sticky predicament. I know how to manipulate people. But ... how do I explain myself? I started, "Ummmmmm... I... I... um... ah... a... a..." He laughed an easy laugh, and then I noticed his gaze lowered and quickly rose. I knew he explored my naked body from where he was. But he could not see my erection. His skin was too dark to tell if he had blushed, but his expression changed. It seemed like he wanted to look down again but was holding himself back. He then said, "Are you OK, Kid? Can I help? I'm not supposed to stop the bus. I could get fired for this." His concern was so real that I almost didn't use my excuse, but then I thought it was the best option, so I said, "I'm sorry, Sir. I appreciate you stopping for me. My friends pranked me, took my clothes, tied my hands behind my back, and then got off at the last stop. Please help me, Sir." Fuck! I needed to cum! I was so horned up all I could think of was how sexy this bus driver was., I started fantasizing about his big dick, indicated by the prominent bulge in his pants. A big dick that I needed to suck. I pictured him naked, displaying his dick, and ordering me to suck it, but I needed no encouragement. I did. It was wonderful. He looked at me with concern, then paused, and the smile left his face as he explained, "Nobody got off at the last stop except Harry, who happens to be a very good friend of mine." My fantasy faded away. I swallowed hard. The driver and Harry are good friends? What does that mean? I had not planned on him paying such close attention to his passengers. But I had started this excuse and figured I should stay with it, so I said, "Sorry, Sir, maybe it was two stops ago a couple of older teens pulled a huge prank on me. We played a little poker, and they tricked me and made me bet my clothes." This time, I noticed when his gaze lowered, he smiled and asked, "So, they got your clothes in a poker game, tied your hands, and got off two stops ago"? I figured he had bought my story, so I stuck to it, "Yes, Sir. That is exactly what happened. Can you help me, please?" His smile left his face right away. His voice raised slightly, "Kid, two stops ago, nobody got off at all. I stopped the bus as required; I could get fired for this. Why would you lie to me?" I told him that what I just said was the truth. "Kid, you just lied to me again. You must be one of those high and mighty white boys who think I am stupid just because I am an older, black bus driver. Just tell me, Kid." "Oh, fuckin shit! Why are you so fuckin' unbelievably stupid." I just lost it. I have nothing. I lost all my possessions, my money, everything, and now I just lost my temper. "Who the fuck do you think you are keeping me prisoner on your fucking bus?" "Boy, you better watch your mouth. Look around. Look at your situation. It's just you and me here, and you're naked with your hands bound. I'm not holding you prisoner. I didn't do anything to you. I'll open the door and let you out exactly as you are, naked and bound." The driver was right, of course, but I was determined to get out of this, so I told him, "I'm sorry. I am so sorry I cursed at you." Then I put on a most desperate boyish, pouty, sad look and pleaded. "Let's just forget the whole thing. Mister, could you at least untie me? Please?" "Too late for that, Kid. If you had told me the truth, you'd be on your way right now. So, since you're a betting boy, I'll give you a chance." He pulled a coin from his pocket and explained, "One flip of the coin. Heads, I untie you and let you go on your way. Or, tails, I spank that ass of yours until you learn a lesson. Agree?" I really had no choice, so I nodded in agreement. I watched as the coin flung into the air, fell, and bounced on the floor several times. Finally, it laid still with tails showing. The driver looked at me, "Time for that butt of yours to learn a lesson, Boy." Then I asked if we could do double or nothing. "Kid, you got nothing left to bet that I would want, and I gotta get this bus moving soon, so, time to learn a lesson." This was not going how I wanted, and I felt my face go beet red as the driver took two steps forward. His eyes were taking in my fully-naked body and my very hard cock. With my hands bound behind me, there was no way I could cover up my dick or even think about making a break for it. He just stared at my boner. My humiliation was almost complete, as I realized that through all the talking, this situation was turning me on. No matter how much I tried, I could not make my cock soften. "Well, you are a naughty boy. Time for your spanking." When I heard him say "naughty" and "boy" and "spanking," something deep inside of me wanted to hear him talk to me like that some more. "C'mon, I'm too old to get spanked." I challenged him, wanting him not to back off. "Boys are never too old to get spanked, especially naughty boys who lie and disrespect their elders. I watched as he moved into the bench seat I was on and sat beside me. His thigh was touching my naked thigh. It sent shivers up my spine. Then he reached over, grabbed my shoulder, and easily pulled me to a standing position. "From how you have acted, you've needed this for a long time." He surprised me when he took off his suit coat. It's like he did not want to mess it up. A second later, I was bent over his knees, bare ass naked, and on a public bus! My face was pushed down, almost to the aisle floor, so my ass was in the air, over his lap. My knees were bent, so my feet were in the air, against the window. His beefy, strong arm was over the small of my back. It was pleasantly heavy, holding me down. I realized that with my hands bound, I could not move at all. He wasted no time as his other hand smacked against my right butt cheek, hard, much harder than I thought he would. The pain it produced was more than I thought I could take. His hand then solidly smacked my left butt cheek even harder. Seconds later, he was covering my butt with fast, hard slaps. I wanted to escape this intense pain, but something deep inside me realized I needed this punishment. He smacked me faster and harder. The noise echoed in the bus as I felt the first tears seep from my eyes and roll off my cheeks. I was fearful that my tears would cause him to stop. But he did not. Tears were streaming down my face and onto the aisle floor a couple minutes later. With all sincerity, and I mean that, I called out, "I'm sorry! I'll be good! I am so sorry. I promise I'll be good." But his spanking continued. Oh God, he knew what I needed and deserved. "I bet you're sorry but not as sorry as you're gonna be. You've been a very bad LITTLE boy, and you will learn what happens to bad LITTLE boys like you." His hand started spanking even harder and faster, intentionally avoiding a rhythm or pattern I might get accustomed to. I was being hit from my ass cheeks to my thighs, on my right side and left, in a mix of unpredictable targeting. I started continually sobbing, and a minute after that, I was bawling loudly like a little kid. Through my crying, I pleaded, "I'll be good; I promise. I'll be a good boy! I'll be a good LITTLE boy." Just as I was sure I would not be able to take anymore, he delivered several of the fastest and hardest spanks, causing me to cry out the loudest I've ever cried. Then, just like that, he stopped. As I lay across his lap crying, I suddenly realized my cock was like a steel pipe lodged between his thighs. A few minutes later, he stood me up naked. Facing him, my dick all boned up and bobbing in front of this handsome ebony stranger who just manhandled me, I mean... boy-handled me. "I hope that taught you a lesson, but I feel you will need many more lessons." I stood there before the handsome Black bus driver; my cock was so hard it was standing almost straight. I looked at him, looking at my dick. Then I looked down at it, too, and I was so humiliated. My face was red with total embarrassment to see my hard dick bobbing with excitement. My face was wet with tears, still dripping, as I tried to calm down. My ass was sore and felt very warm. Deep inside, I wanted more; I wanted him to humiliate me even more. The driver had this big sexy smile, showing his beautiful perfect white teeth, as he stared at my dick and brought the tip of his index finger to lightly touch my piss slit. Then he slowly pushed it down, paused, and then let it flick up. He repeated that several times. He was talking to me but only looking at my dick bouncing up every time he let it go. "Well, I gotta get this bus moving. Now, Rickie boy, my friend Harry told me when he exited the bus to send you his way. I'll let you off here so you won't have to walk too far." I was so caught up in watching his finger flick my precum-dripping dick that I was slowly hearing his words. I was focused on his attempt to keep up with the twitching movements of my dick and continually teased it as it danced to his tune. He was controlling me with the slightest touch of his one index finger. My body trembled and shook. At first, I thought his finger was following the movement of my dick. But soon, I realized it was the other way around; my dick was following the movement of his mighty, all-powerful fingertip. Then it sunk into my brain, "Wait! Mister. Oh God! Please. You can't send me out like this. I'm naked. And my hands are bound behind me! You can't! Oh God! You can't!" "Boy, that sounded like an order from young white trash," he said calmly. He was still looking at and teasing my leaking dick as it now danced to his will. Then he stopped, stood up, and started walking me to the front of the bus. To my horror, he opened the door and started pushing me down the steps to get out. My hands were still tied behind me, and my dick bobbed up and down, leading the way like the cane of a blind man probing for obstacles. "No. Please, Sir. I'm sorry. You punished me as I needed. OK, I'm young white trash. Now, please, Sir, don't send me out like this. Please." I started to beg and sob and plead. "Now, Rickie, that's better. Now, you are talking to me with respect. I guess you are learning just a bit. OK, let me see what I have in the lost and found box for you to wear." He put his hand inside the box, but not all the way. He had me stay at the top of the bus steps with the doors wide open and my dick facing the sidewalk. I wanted desperately to step further inside so I could not be seen. But I dare not move; that would be showing him disrespect. I turned my head and twisted my body slightly to watch him, looking behind me near the driver's seat. He was rummaging through the large plastic storage container, picking up each item, taking his time. He examined several clothing items, including a T-shirt, shorts, another shirt, a small coat, sunglasses, keys, and a book. I guess people leave all sorts of stuff on his bus. After seeing the articles of clothing, I felt some relief. He really took his time, as I was getting more nervous, looking out the door to see people walking toward the bus from both directions. Fuck! He was really taking his time. Some of the people I saw from a distance were wearing shorts and sandals and carrying a beach chair. I realized we must be a few blocks from the beach. The bus driver's delay gave my dick time to go down, and it was now, more or less, flaccid. I was thankful for that. I was just about to call his attention to people approaching us when he interrupted my thought, "OK, step inside. You are lucky I found something for you to wear. You can take this if you want; it's been here a long time." Thankfully, I stepped back into the bus, though he left the doors open. And then I looked in shock at want he was holding out to me. It was not the clothing I saw him handling. It was a bright pink string bikini. "But... but... the other clothes... I... I.... can't... Please... the other clothes?" He smiled at my helplessness. "This is the only item that has been here a long time. We have to keep things for 60 days before tossing them out." I kept shaking my head, "No, no, no." "Well. It's up to you, but you're getting off this bus one way or another, and I don't care if you leave with this or with nothing." He was so fucking calm and so powerful. Thinking I was refusing it, he started to push me out the door. "Wait. Please. Yes, I'll take it. Thank you, Sir." To be continued..... I will upload the next chapter in a day or 2. Let me know your comments on what you read so far. My name is Bruce Darkforce, and my email is: gaydic@gmail.com. Go to GayTies.com to find over 100 stories of mine.