Date: Wed, 30 Jun 2021 20:31:37 +0000 From: Billie353535 Vegita Subject: Strangers on a bus - Adult Youth Disclaimer: The following contains explicit scenes of male sex and a variety of consensual activities. This story may not be copied or posted to any other websites without explicit permission from the author. All characters depicted are above 18 years of age. If any of this content is offensive to you or illegal to access in your geography, please do not proceed. https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/its-rude-to-stare https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/incest/exploring-my-brother-eric https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/a-train-trip/ *** Feedback always welcome to shutup_nz@hotmail.com *** Man's Perspective Business had been cutting costs. Once upon a time they would pay for a flight across country, pay for accommodation, meals, the lot. With all the penny pinching, that was all gone, and now I'm forced to take an 18-hour bus ride. They pay for the fare, but accommodation and food are on us. If the economy wasn't so shithouse, I would have quit already, but despite the cutbacks the yearly salary made it worth it. I was single, so it's not like I have a family to look after. Just mowing in the cash, doing the job thing. The bus rides were boring as hell though, and you never knew who you would end up with. Sometimes luck would strike and it would be an empty seat to stretch out. Other times, you could end up with some fat bitch or bastard sitting their sweaty ass next to me, their gross fat rolls spilling over to my seat. But given all that, it was the dragging of the time that was the worst. 18 hours was a long time to sit in a bus. I got the window seat whenever possible. That way I could lean against the window and sleep or watch the world go by. But even this, after a few hours, every road looked the same. But it saves being on the aisle, feeling like you getting squeezed off of the seat. This time though the sun, moon and stars must have been aligned. I was just thinking I had scored the jackpot of an empty seat, when there was a late arrival. Though rather than being fat, or old, or grumpy, this was a young kid. If it wasn't for the fact that I heard him say his name was Jeremy to the driver, you could have mistaken him for a girl. "Hey kid" I said "Hi" he replied, in a soft voice. "Where you headed?" He was slim, long blond bangs, approaching high school age, but not quite there yet. When he stretched up to put his luggage up top in the rack, his t-shirt pulled out from his pants, showing off his pale tummy, a peek at an innocent little outtie belly button. As he plopped himself down next to me, not even joking, he seriously smelled like sugar and strawberries. No sooner than he had sat down he told me all about himself. He was a chatty little thing too. He must have been nervous about something, because he opened up like a book, telling me all about his home life. He had had it rough, so I don't blame him wanting to get away from what he described. I carefully put my hand on his shoulder as he told me how his mom left when he was just a baby, and his dad was a bit of an abusive asshole too. At some parts he choked back the tears, this kid was dealing with so much. Before coming to the bus. his dad and step-mom had just had a fight, and poor Jeremy was worried he was going to face the wrath of his dad's anger. Rather than stick around, he had grabbed his stuff and headed across country. As he spoke, he sat with his hands clasped between his knees, looking down as he opened up, recounting the events of his last few turbulent months. Poor guy was escaping what sounded like hell. "Wow, New York? That's a long way for someone your age." "I'm going to stay with my grandma. I had to get away." "I don't blame you kid. Man..." I said, shaking my head. As we were approaching one of the last intersections before pulling onto the interstate, I figured I would do him a kindness. "Sounds like you have had a rough time of it kid. Say, you want the window seat? You look like you could do with a sleep." "You wanna trade seats?" "Sure, why not. I've seen that scenery out there a bunch of times already." The turned to face me for the first time. His deep blue eyes were watery, staring back at me, I almost got lost in them. He was like one of those Swedish kids you see sometimes, blue eyes and long blond hair. You could easily mistake him with a girl with hair like that. It was only a momentary look back at me, but I could tell he really appreciated it. "Gee, thanks Mister." We quickly slid past one another while stationary at the traffic lights just before the bus was on the move again. I tried talking to him a bit more, but he didn't have a whole lot of interesting things to say. He looked pretty worn out. It was already dark out, and the cars outside were turning their lights on. The headlights flashing by were almost hypnotizing, lulling tired Jeremy to sleep. It wasn't long before he lost the fight with the sand man, his eyes becoming heavy and dozing off, his head against the window. Even with his eyes closed he looked so sad. He must have been exhausted because he was in a deep sleep within just a few moments, his light breath causing condensation to rise and fall against the glass. It was late, and most of the other passengers were asleep now too. With his eyes shut I could finally get a good look at the kid. He was just in a t-shirt and shorts. His skin was so clear, and not a hair on him, not even fuzz. His arms looked so soft. His ruby red lips pursed slightly, almost in a frown. I really felt for this kid. His little, knees, he still had so much growing to do, and by the sounds had already experienced adult relationships long before he was ready. Now I'm no moral guy, I always thought about messing with someone his age, but never had the chance. It was like the world had opened up and was testing me. Here was this kid, alone, vulnerable, going to be sitting next to me for the next 18 frigging hours. Now, I'm single, and I considered myself straight, but I can recognize a good looking male when I come across one. This kid was cute alright. I had this thing where I always like to picture guys, I think are hot as naked, and wondered what their pricks would look like. This kid was almost certainly hairless down there, but I had to know. I was drawn to it. I looked around. Most people were asleep, or at least dozing. Do I take the opportunity? Fuck it, the world owes me something for having to do these trips. If it wanted to test me, I'll show it. Plus, I could easily pretend it was an accident if the kid woke up. Just a little feel, that's all. I took it slow, just bushing a finger on his arm in the crease of his elbow and watched for his reaction. Nothing yet. He was still breathing steadily, his body slowly rising and falling. The skin on his arm was warm, it was like electric when I touched it. It was like this was the boundary, there was no way back if I continued from here. But I wanted more. I lifted my hand again and carefully brought it down ever so slowly on the top of his shorts. Yep, he was a boy alright. There was a little lump in there, he wasn't hard, but no mistake there was a protrusion of something in there, a little cushion of boy meat. His shorts were thin enough to be able to work out his shape, and as I slowly put my hand down more firmly, I could feel where his little shaft was lying, and where his small ball bag was. A sudden intake of air made me pull my hand away in a flash. But he didn't wake, I think he was just stirring in his sleep. Nevertheless, I waited a good 20 minutes before I tried again. I needed to be sure he was still asleep for this next part. His shorts looked like they were pretty loose fitting enough for me to get in there without disturbing him much. There was no belt or button to contend with. I turned my hand and let my fingers dig under the elastic waistband into the secret depths within. Man, it was so hot in there under his clothes. I encountered what felt like briefs inside, and digging further, my fingertips made contact with his bare skin. His skin was almost hot to the touch, but so soft. As I expected there was no hair down there, his smooth secret skin was like running your hand over silk. My own cock strained for attention, growing hard in my pants. It ached, like it wished it was the one being touched. But I had a boy to take advantage of first. My middle finger found the next part first, the root of his dick. I felt around, feeling its little girth, and traced his length. He wasn't hard, so his little dick was only about 1-2 inches long at the moment, and, and feeling the little spongy head at the end, could tell he was circumcised. I crooked a finger around his little scrotum. His ball bag shifted easily in my hand as I groped his precious penis. I cupped his whole package, and closed in my hand carefully. His boyhood in my hand felt like holding onto a bunch of marshmallows it was so spongy and supple. Oh, to be a young boy again. Was I really this little at his age? There wasn't a strand of hair down there either, his delicate jewels were like playdoh in my palm. A combination of myself being about to explode in my pants and some commotion from up front from the driver caused me to retreat from my dirty adventure. I pulled my hand as it sounded like there was arguing with someone on the radio. Fuck it, I wasn't quite done. I closed my eyes and brought my fingers to my nose and inhaled my new young friend's essence. Mmmm. It was fragrant like only a boy's cock could smell. It was a smell of salt, and vinegar. Sharp. It assaulted my nostrils. The smell of young boy, a bit of pee, a bit of dick. It smelled different to my own, no scent of cum, so I suspect he couldn't do that yet, but there was certainly a distinct odor which was all his own. Every girl seemed to have their own fragrance downstairs, and it seems boys were the same. I don't know if it is a family thing or an individual thing, but everyone smells different. His was fresh, and ripe, like nectar. It was tangy tickling my nose, but also sweet. "Where are we?" he suddenly asked. I jumped, not realizing he was awake, I quickly took my hand from my face, and looked around. We seemed to be pulling to a stop in a town I didn't recognize. There was still arguing up from on the radio, and it was getting louder. I heard a word every now and then, but our driver did not seem happy. We didn't usually stop here, this looked like a bit of a nowhere town. Something didn't feel right. The bus intercom spluttered and an announcement was made. "This is the end of the line folks. I've been fired, so y'all get the fuck outta this bus. I ain't getting paid, so you don't get to go to your destination" This obviously caused an uproar. We were basically in the middle of nowhere. This place didn't even seem big enough to have its own bus station. People were angry, asking for refunds. I was angry, but at the same time, eh, it was out of my control, my boss would probably be angrier at the delay than I was. My new little friend looked a little scared and confused too. The intercom sparked up for a second time. "The thing y'all don't seem to understand is that I'm out of a job. You got a problem, call the bus company. I ain't working for nothing, I'm going home. You all sort yourselves out, I don't give a fuck" With that, our driver grabbed his belongings and marched out of the bus. Some of the passengers followed after him, cursing him, asking him questions, but it was like walking to a brick wall. He was no longer employed so why should he care? I grabbed my own stuff and walked off the bus too looking around to scope out somewhere to stay till morning. As luck would have it, our driver at least had the decently to drop us off in front of a motel of sorts. It looked pretty run down, but it would be a bed for the night. I was about to cross the road when I felt a tugging on my arm. It was him again. "Mister?" Mister? I realised I hadn't even told him my own name yet, though probably for the best considering I've already touched him. "Hey mister, can...I go with you?" My accursed cock jumped, when I felt his small hand touch mine. I desperately needed to rub one out after what happened earlier. "I dunno, but I think this is where we part ways." "Please Mister. I'm kinda scared, where even are we?" "I'm not sure myself. Don't you have someone to call?" "No..I don't have a phone, or any money." What sort of crazy person travels across country without any money or a phone? Oh yeah. He was just a kid; he probably wouldn't have known any better. So, what am I supposed to do? Leave the kid stranded in the middle of nowhere in the middle of the night? Pretty sure that's almost as bad as molesting him. "I suppose one night won't hurt. Come on then, come with me." I adjusted my pants, my hard cock leading the way. What was I getting myself into? This kid was becoming like a shadow, I wasn't sure I could trust myself alone with him given how horny I was. There was a motel just across the way. I threw some change at them, and took the last room they had available. The motel was fairly cheap, and fairly basic. The only room they had left was a room with a single twin bed, a couch, and its own bathroom. It looked like something out of the 80s. Ugly bed, ugly chairs. Cigarette stains everywhere. Ugh. I dumped my stuff down on the flood, while the boy stood awkwardly behind me, not sure what to do with himself. "I've gotta make a few phone calls to let my work know what is going on. It's late so how about you take the bed tonight, and I'll take the couch" "Oh yay, I get the bed? You're so nice to me Mister" "Yeah, don't sweat it, this is just for tonight. I'll try and be quiet, I got a few things to do before I hit the pillow" Then he asked something which shook me to my core. "Are you going touch my penis again?" Oh shit. "Um what?" My brain went into overdrive. How could he still have been awake when I touched him? How was I meant to explain my way out of this? Shit, my life started to flash before my eyes. Would he tell someone? Fuck! "In the bus. You touched me. You put your hand inside my shorts and touched my dick and balls. And you smelled it." "I don't know what you're talking about.." Oh, come on brain, THINK. Clearly, he was awake somehow, claiming ignorance isn't getting you out of this! But then, he said something almost magical. "I don't mind if you touch me, I liked it. You can touch me again if you want to. You don't even have to wait till I'm asleep." The kid had no shame. No sooner had he said that he pushed his shorts and underwear to the floor. Briefly just in a t-shirt, he pulled that over his head too, standing alone in the room with me completely stark naked. His youthful body standing before me. My mouth went dry. He was so perfect. Not an imperfection on his pale skin. Not a hair. His hard little 3 incher sticking up from above his two young balls. He casually stroked his young slender penis, his little balls bouncing slightly as he tugged on himself, like an invitation for me to grope him again. "Look kid, you're making this very hard for me. I want to do more than touch you, you don't know what you're getting yourself into" "You can do more than touch me if you want to Mister." Fuck it. Fuck. It. My cock stirred. It knew what I wanted. And this boy was sending an invite. I knew that it was wrong, but I fucking needed this. I was alone with this boy, a boy who right now had no home, no contacts, no hope. I had never been with a boy before, and this could well be my only opportunity. I walked over to him, and stood dead in front of him. He barely came up to my shoulders, but he was such a cute handsome looking young man. I read his face. This little fucker wanted it too. He didn't even look scared. I reached down, and grasped his hard little erection in my right hand like a joystick, and used it to pull him to me. He was flush against my chest now. He looked up at me, and I looked back, bent down and planted a kiss on his lips. He closed his eyes as I leaned in, our faces making contact. His lips felt cool against mine. I pushed my tongue into his mouth, tasting him, licking the inside of his mouth. He moaned slightly, and I think I did too as I kissed him deeply. I felt his little cock in my hand twitch as I violated his face. When I pulled away, he had a glazed look, still looking back at me with those deep sapphire eyes. "Get on the bed kid. Head down, ass up" "Y..yes sir" He replying, crawling onto the bed on his hands and knees and sticking his rear end up. "Are you going to fuck me sir?" "I sure am. You ever been fucked before kid?" "Yes..my dad did a couple of times when I was younger, before he starting dating girls." In a way I was relieved when he said that. At least that told me he had hopefully endured a decent sized cock in his life, so I wouldn't break him. I went to my bags and rooted around, finding near the bottom my handy bottle of KY Jelly. Usually, I wouldn't use something like this, just for emergencies, but tonight was going to be special, and I needed all the help I could get. I turned back around and there he was. His face buried in a pillow, his pale butt sticking up. His asshole was little more than a dot, the point barely noticeable, surrounded by a little pink blemish no bigger than a penny. In this position his crack was completely spread. I was used to fucking women in this position, but an ass was an ass. It didn't make much imagination to turn the little wrinkled ball bag just sticking out underneath into being cunt lips. And yeah, this was a preteen boy, and his ass, it looked like one too. Boys that age generally only use it for one thing, not quite as clean as the females I've fucked, but I sort of expected as much. I placed my hand on the small of his back, and pulled him to the edge of the bed. Then with my index finger already dipped in KY, smeared it around his anus. He visibly shuddered at my touch in such an intimate place. "What's that stuff?" he asked as I touched him so inappropriately. "Just some lube. You're a bit smaller than what I'm used to fucking, and I want to make this easy on both of us" There was no way I was going to attempt to go dry on this kid. This was going to hurt him enough as it was, even if he had prior experience. Finding his little indent, I pushed my finger up inside him for the first time. He made a high-pitched noise as I pushed it right in, then smeared more around the insides of his ass. His hole was like a tight rubber band, stretching and moving as I opened him up. I undid my belt, and took off my pants while he waited for me to get ready. I could see his little chest rising and falling. He was nervous, even if he had been fucked before. I took my time. He hadn't even seen my cock, but he sure felt it as I pressed it at his entrance. I was circumcised like him, except my knob was man sized. I was a big guy, 7-8 inches when I got going. I don't know if he could take it, but at this point he didn't have much choice, I wasn't stopping now. His ass, though slippery with jelly, still stubbornly tried to block my entry. Though with how hard I was, a concrete wall couldn't have stopped me puncturing it. Wrapping my hands around each of his upper thighs, I both pulled, and pierced my cock forward. I decided to be cruel to be kind. I didn't want to drag out the initial penetration. I forced my way in to his young shitter, and lodged the first half of my cock inside his bowels. OW! OW! AH Owie ah, ow!???he cried out at the sudden assault. His tight little ass was like a hot little furnace around my cock. The heat from within his insides was intense. "Shhh, quiet boy" I reached over and taking his hair in my hand, pushed it down into the pillow, muffling his complaints. "You'll wake up the neighbours making all that noise" "Please Mister. It hurts, can you take it out a bit?" he mumbled, strained, into the pillow. "Too late now kid, you asked for it, now you're going to get it. I thought you said you had been fucked before" "I have, but yours is big. Bigger than my dad's is. Can you just go slower?" I never get tired of hearing someone say how big my cock is. Usually it comes from a female, but from a boy it sounded just as good. "No, it's best we get this part over with. Hold on tight, I'm giving you the rest" "Oh god..okay.." he panted. Using his hair still, I turned his head so it was more face down, and I shoved the rest of my cock into his tight ass. Yeah, he screamed. He screamed hard. But not much noise came through this time. His whole body was shaking now, his arms flailing, but help him in place. His ass twitched and convulsed around my cock, trying to dislodge me, but was useless. I had penetrated my prey, and now he was fucked. Literally. I gave my young sex toy a few minutes to get used to me, now that I was fully inside him. I honestly did want him to enjoy this as much as me. Suddenly he went limp and quiet, and I thought I might have made him pass out. But a long slow moan from this young boy announced he was still awake. He stopped fighting it, his ass accepting it was mine to do as I pleased. He was such a good boy. "Ooooohhh yeh..that's so nice." he cooed in an almost soprano voice. Now I could really fuck him as hard as I wanted, and he didn't fight it. I gave him long hard deep thrusts. His shitter like a sheath of supple skin, welcoming me in as I drove in, and then almost like it was pulling me, not wanting to leave as I pulled out. His ass was so tight, gripping me at his entrance, plus, just the thought that I was fucking a preteen boy was just as good as the physical feelings his ass was giving my girth now. I groaned. This kids' ass was so good. His cheeks were just the right size to hold onto, and no complaints from him now, just there, sub servant to my cock. He was suck a good little fuck. Even though he was small he didn't bitch like some girls did, he was a brave little guy, and I definitely wasn't holding back. I wanted it to last forever. I could fuck this kids' ass for hours, so each time I felt myself getting close, I would stop. A couple of times I nearly stopped too late, as even motionless it felt like his fuck tunnel was hugging my cock. But he would keep lying there as I breeded him over and over. Sweat pouring off of both me, and a few trickles of his sweet boy sweat. Eventually I dumped my load in him, depositing my ball juice deep inside. As pulled my cock out, it was slimy with KY, my cum, and a bit of ass juice. His hole was still slightly open as I pulled out, and red around the edges. I patted the kids butt for a job well done. "Stay there for a second, don't move." "Okay Mister.." Jeremy panted. Once again, I went back to my bags, and pulled out from the bottom a small black 3-inch butt-plug, and a small metal clip. What was I doing traveling with this stuff in my bags you might ask? Did I ever tell you what my job was? I was in marketing for sex toys, I always had a few samples stashed away. Goes to show you partly why I am fairly twisted in the head too huh? His hole was still lightly open when I came back, a gap which I had basically forced open. Without hesitation I pushed the small plug into him. "What is that thing?" He asked at the insertion. "It's called a butt plug. It'll ensure my load and your ass don't leak onto the mattress overnight. I don't want to have to explain to reception tomorrow why there was cum, blood, and shit on the sheets. And this.." I told him as I turned him over and fondled his now flaccid cock "is a cock cage." I quickly took his soft boyhood in my hand and expertly tucked his small set of balls and limp cock into the device, and locked it shut. "What is a cock cage for?" "It's so you don't get boners" "But ..why..?" "It's still a long way to New York, and if you want my help, I get use of your body along the way. Deal?" "Oh..right. Yes, I guess that's fair" Jeremy agreed, looking glumly down at his encased member. His body was now mine. -- Boys Perspective -- As soon as I heard them fighting, I knew it was over. They were out the front of the house, Dad and his girlfriend had been arguing more than they usually do, and it had been building. There were some swear words too, it sounded like it was over between them. I saw my dad start storming back towards the house, and even though I hadn't done anything wrong, I knew I was in for it. He liked to take his anger out on me. He would often beat me up when he was mad, taking his frustrations out on me. Sometimes, SOMETIMES he would say sorry afterwards. That is, after he had beat me, whipped me, thrown me around the room around a few times. I tried to fight back a couple of times, but that only made him madder. I didn't want to be beat up any more. I had had enough. I had already packed some clothes in my backpack, the few I had at least. I had saved up some money from loose change and some notes/bills dad would leave around the place. Just enough to buy my way as far away as possible. Dad had always threatened to make me go stay with my grandma in New York, and I had reached the point where, no matter how bad that might be, anything had to be better than staying around here. I quickly grabbed my stuff and slung it over my shoulder, rushing out the back door and over the fence. I heard dad calling my name just as I was getting out of earshot. I had it all planned, I was going to go straight to the bus station which wasn't far, I could run there in maybe 20 minutes. I had no intention of stopping till I got there and far away from this terrible place. It was getting dark just as I got to the station, and the bus was just about to leave. I just managed to get a ticket in time, and there was one seat left next to a man. He looked okay, he looked like a business man, kind of professional. I figured a business man would be safe. But ugh, an aisle seat, this was going to be a long boring journey. I chucked my stuff in the rack above the seat and sat down. I looked around to see if I could see my dad, but it was too dark out. We pulled away soon after I was seated, I was free. I was escaping. Man, dad must be furious where ever he is. I could hear him in my head, screaming my name as he hunted around the house. Fuck, there was no way back now, he would kill me if I tried to go back. The business man chatted with me, he seemed nice enough. He was dressed very smartly in a shirt and ironed pants. He was smelled of cologne, and he had a bag and a flash looking briefcase. We said hello, and asked me where I was headed. He was surprised I was going so far. I told him everything. I felt like I had to. I had to tell someone what I had been though, and why I needed to get out. It felt good to finally tell someone. He seemed like he cared. He asked me all about it, and put his hand on my shoulder. "Thank you for listening Mister. I just hope my grandma understands like you do." "Sounds like you have had a rough time of it kid. Say, you want the window seat? You look like you could do with a sleep." I couldn't believe my ears. It had been a long time since an adult man had been this nice to me. It might seem small to you, but it was a big deal for me. I thanked him and traded places, relaxing against the side of the bus. I felt at ease with him. In such a short time, I think I trusted him more than I ever did my dad. I mean, my dad is my dad after all, he is family, but I felt like I could tell this man anything and he wouldn't get mad. I felt at peace. But I didn't want to let my guard down just yet. One thing I had learned while living in that place, is that I got good at pretending to be asleep. I could be still, and breathe just like I was asleep. I had to be good, because my dad would say go to sleep, even if I wasn't even tired, and I had to be still from then on. I could lay still for ages like that. I closed my eyes, and listened to the sounds around me. The groan of the bus engine, the murmuring of people talking, cars rushing past the window outside, and most importantly the movement of the man next to me. First, I felt something touch my arm. It was really light, it felt like a fly, moving up and down my arm. That was no fly, it might be the man's finger. Why was he doing that? Before I knew it, he stopped. I had my eyes shut so I couldn't see exactly what he was going, but I could hear and feel him moving around. A few minutes later he was at it again but I thought he might have been asleep, because next I felt him lean about a bit, and put his hand on my shorts. It was right on top of my dick! I'm just a boy but he would definitely be able to feel my junk in there. He could have just been falling asleep though, resting his hand there accidentally. His hand got heavier and heavier though, right on top of my nuts. It didn't hurt or anything but if he was awake, he would definitely be able to feel where his hand was. I decided to take a big breath, to see what he would do. I wouldn't want him to wake suddenly and realize where his hand was as he could be ashamed. As I breathed, he quickly took his hand away again. Hrm, not sure if that confirms if it was on purpose or not. I was starting to think it was an accident, as he stopped for a long while after that. Maybe 20 minutes? Then he started again. This time I knew straight away he was doing it on purpose. His hand was by the top of my shorts, touching my skin just under my belly button, hooking under my waistband. He was totally going to stick his hand in! He slid his fingers inside my shorts and right under my undies. Okay, this was on purpose. He knew what he was doing, and he wanted to touch me. He was a pedo? Just my luck. He kept going lower and lower. I could feel his rough fingertips against the skin down there as he moved down to my penis! He felt around my shaft first, like he was exploring me. I was shocked, and stunned as he did it, I couldn't move. Some of his fingers wrapped around my dick, and then he pinched the head a little bit, not to hurt it though. I don't have the skin on the top like most other boys do, so he would know that about me now too. Then he held my whole thing, he had both my dick and balls inside his hand and squeezed me a bit. He was gentle, it felt kind of nice him touching me, I didn't want him to stop. I could feel my cock starting to stir, starting to harden. I know it is bad if an adult touches you down there, but I trusted him to touch me. And it wasn't the first time a man had fiddled with me. My dad used to touch me, back before he met his girlfriend. It all just kind of stopped when she came along. I'd be lying if I said I didn't miss him doing it, so it was cool having a man do it again. I might be just a kid, so I'm not that big down there yet, and having a man touch me just felt special. Their big hand touching my cock. And this man didn't seem like he wanted to hurt me, he just wanted to see what I was like down there. As the bus moved and swayed, I could feel his hand move and sway with it. He went as far as between my legs. I slowly moved my legs apart, trying to let him know it was okay. He did brush against the part right between my legs briefly, my legs were super wide now giving him plenty of space but he didn't go down as far as my bum crack. Maybe he felt my crack right at the bottom, it was hard to tell. I could tell my breathing was starting to slow, it was so relaxing. He groped and felt the thin skin covering my balls, running his fingers around all the little ridges. He also tickled my inner legs; a shiver went up my back. Eventually he took his hand out of my shorts. My shorts felt empty now without his hand in there. With my eyes still closed I wondered what he was doing, and I could feel now I was fully boned up, but he missed it. He wasn't touching me anymore, though with so many people around I don't think there was much else he could do without maybe getting caught. There were some noises up front of the bus, and we started to slow down, pulling to the side of the road in some little town. I opened my eyes and looked around. We were pulling to the side of the road in some tiny town. My new friend next to me did have his eyes closed, but he was sniffing his fingers. No doubt the hand which had just been down my shorts, breathing in my crotch funk. This guy was definitely a weirdo and I loved it, he didn't see it, but I grinned knowing he was smelling my dick sweat. The bus radio came on and an announcement was made. "This is the end of the line folks. I've been fired, so y'all get the fuck outta this bus. I ain't getting paid, so you don't get to go to your destination." A whole bunch of people starting shouting, people weren't very happy. We were in the middle of nowhere, and the driver was just going to leave us all here? I got scared because I had nowhere to go, we were basically stranded here. I didn't have any money or anything. Then the radio came on again. "The thing y'all don't seem to understand is that I'm outta a job. You got a problem, call the bus company. I ain't working for nothing, I'm goin' home. You all sort yourselves out, I don't give a fuck." He grabbed his stuff and left us there. Some people followed after him, yelling at him, but he didn't seem to care. As people emptied out, my new friend followed them out too, so I followed him. He was really the only one who I sort of knew might be willing to help me. It was super dark outside, and the streetlights didn't help much. All the adults were all going their separate ways, some still chasing the driver, others on their cell phones. My business man buddy looked like he was about to cross the road, so I ran up to him. "Hey mister, can...I go with you?" I realised I still didn't even know his name. "I dunno kid, I think this is where we all part ways." "Please sir. I'm kinda scared, where even are we?" "I'm not sure myself. Don't you have someone to call?" "No..I don't have a phone, or any money. I'm running away remember. Please Mister." "I suppose one night won't hurt. Come on then, come with me, just pretend to be my son or something." We went to the motel across the road. We had only just met and now we were going to be staying the night together. This was scary, though still not as scary as the thought of back home. This guy was one of those pedo's, but at least he seemed like one of the nice ones. The motel looked pretty rough, but at least it would be somewhere to stay. They were surprised to see us so late I think, but luckily there was a room left. The room was pretty small and it only had one bed, which creaked and looked all lumpy. We put out bags on the floor, and he said he had to call his work and I could take the bed. I didn't even have my pyjamas on me, so I guess I sleep in the nude? I looked over to the man as he sorted out his stuff. He still looked nervous, maybe he was worried he was going to get into trouble having me there with him. I had to say something to let him know it was okay, that I felt okay with him. I probably didn't come up with the best thing to say to let him know... "Mister, are you going touch my penis again?" "Um what?" he replied. His eyes went big as he dropped what he was doing and turned back to face me. "In the bus. You touched me. You put your hand inside my shorts and touched my dick and my balls. Then you smelled it." "I don't know what you're talking about..just..go to bed or something.." "I don't mind if you touch me, I liked it. You can touch me again if you want to. You don't even have to wait till I'm asleep." I took my clothes off to show him it was really okay. I pulled my shorts and undies off, then my t shirt. I was standing totally nude in front of him, I had a boner too. I'm only about 3 inches, and I can't even cum, I'm small but I hope he liked what he saw. "Look kid, you're making this very hard for me. I want to do a lot more than just touch you, you don't know what you're getting yourself into" "That's okay Mister, you can do more than that if you want to?" The man just sighed. "Did you want to fuck me Mister?" Then something changed in him, like he gave up. He stopped talking and came over and stood towering over me. I wondered if he had a big dick. He was definitely taller than my dad. I can't wait till I'm bigger, and not just my dick. Being an adult looks so cool. They're so big and strong. There was no way I could fight back if this guy really wanted me. And even if this guy was one of the so called pedos, he had treated me better in the last few hours better than what my dad had in recent years. He took his hand and grabbed my stiffy, he was in control now. His full sized handy easily smothered my whole cock. His fingers wrapped around my hardness, he squeezed my length and pulled me close to him. We were right against each other chest to chest; I could smell his aftershave. As his chest raised and fell, it pushed against my smaller one. He leaned down to me; I could smell his breath. I closed my eyes, letting him have me. He kissed me. That is something my dad never did. I mean he did kiss me, but not like this one. This was a grown-up kiss. The man's tongue pushed inside me, like dad would kiss a girl. We were connected. As his tongue investigated my mouth, I let out a moan. I felt so safe with him yet helpless at the same time. I felt my dick throb in his hand. "Get on the bed kid. Head down, ass up" Oh crap. "Y..yes sir" I replied, obeying his demand. "Are you going to fuck me sir?" "I sure am. You asked for and now you're going to get it. You ever been fucked before kid?" I told him how my dad used to fuck me before he started going out with girls again. It was only a few times, and that was a few years ago now. I had come to enjoy it, and I missed it. Finally, someone was going to do me again. I got onto the bed on my hands and knees, and stuck my bum up for him. I hope I was clean back there. I heard him digging around in his bags again, then he came over to the bed. I was scared but excited at the same time. He put his hand on my lower back, then smeared some sort of warm gooey stuff on my hole. He was touching me there, where I poop from. His finger was prodding me, poking my asshole, covering it with something. "What's that stuff?" I asked. "Just some lube. It makes fucking a bit easier on both of us." "Have you fucked boys before Mister?" "No, only women. But a hole is a hole, yours is just a bit smaller than I'm used to. " Again, this man. He was not only doing stuff for himself, but he wanted to help me too? My dad never used this lube stuff on me when I was younger, and holy hell did it hurt the first time he did it. I could feel my ass was all slippery back there already. I thought this would be easy, that is until he really shoved his finger in. I yelped at the sudden intrusion, but it sounded more like a squeak. It had been a while since anyone had stuck anything in there, and the pang of pain was more than I expected. It hurt, but at least with the lube stuff, it was a good hurt. It was like he was pressing the on button for what was to come. His finger moved around inside me, wiping more of the stuff around so it was slick with it. He stepped away again and I could hear him taking off his belt and his pants. O shit this was it, he was going to fuck me. He must be taking his penis out. It seemed to take him ages for this part. Oh, come on, fuck me already. I need it Mister. Then I felt him. The tip of his dick felt like it was like mine, with no skin on the top. It pushed against my bum like a missile about to force its way into me. It felt really thick, pushing it against my hole, getting ready. I thought he might have gone slow, but he didn't. His cock was big, and he forced it into my hole right away before I had much time to prepare. I scrunched my eyes shut, and I saw red as he punctured my ass with his man-sized dick. Oh, fuck he was big. Way bigger than my dad. My dad's dick wasn't small, but this new one really hurt. I could feel his thickness spreading the entrance to my butt, and this meat forcing against my inner walls, it was relentless. I reached around to try and get him to stop out of instinct but he was too strong. He held me by my legs and just reamed it in me. I usually can take a lot of me to feel pain, but this was something else. I screamed like a girl. "OW! NO! STOP! AH OW!" "Shh, quiet boy" He pushed my head down into the bed "You'll wake up the neighbours making all that noise" "Please Mister. It hurts, can you take it out a bit?" my was muffed as he shoved my head down, now mostly covered by the pillow. "Too late now kid, you wanted this, now you're going to get it. I thought you said you had been fucked before?" "I have Mister, but yours is big. Bigger than my dad's was. Can you just go slower?" "No, it's best we get this part over with. Hold on tight, I'm giving you the rest" Oh god he wasn't even fully in me yet? He pulled my hair, and then pushed my face down again. I screamed into the pillow hard as his cock violated me. I still trusted he knew best, but his cock was just..something else. I still wanted him to fuck me. I just had to take it. I tried to grab onto something, the bed, his legs, something to clutch or to hold onto. Some way of hanging on to dear life. My ass felt like it was being torn open. Have you ever taken a dump so big it hurt? This was that, times 100. Times a thousand. It felt like I was being held in place as a street pole was being rammed up me. My hold body was shaking. But as quickly as the pain started, it stopped. His cock was still in there, right? Yeah. I could feel it. I could even feel his pubes against my bum cheeks. I felt fuller than I had ever felt, and he had his cock fully inside me. As corny as it sounds, it's like the clouds had parted and the sun had come out. What was agony, turned to pleasure. His cock started to glide instead of wrench its way in and out of me. "Ooooohhh yeh..that's so nice." I groaned. It felt so fucking good. His cock was making love to my hole and it was better than anything I had ever felt. I was his sex thing, and my ass had accepted his cock. Now when he shoved it in, I could feel my insides expand, pushing out to accommodate him, his cock sliding against my ass walls. When it was right inside it would bump against the back of my balls, sending a wave of pleasure through me. Oh man. Behind me, I could hear the man growl too. I smiled knowing that my ass was making him feel good too. He pumped his cock in and out. When he was in, it felt fucking amazing as his girth pushed my insides out and he pounded my prostate, when he pulled out, it was like my hole was a cavern, empty, desperate to be filled, only to be relieved again when he would push his entire cock back up inside me, till I felt his coarse pubic against my smooth skin. I could tell he was fucking me with all his strength now. He was puffing and growling above me. Every now and then he would stop for a bit, and I would feed the hairs of his chest on my back. He was really fit because he kept fucking me for a while, like he wouldn't stop. His cock kept going in and out, over and over. I let it all happen, sometimes squeezing my butt muscles, something my dad once taught me to do. I know now what they mean by riding a dick too. I lay there moaning, as his cock plowed me, using my hole as he needed. After what felt like an hour he stopped, with his cock rooted deep inside me. I felt his cock spasming, and I know his sperm was going up my butt. He finally pulled his dick out, and patted me on the butt. I could feel my hole was sore, and used. But was like a good kind of sore, like a day of hard work. He told me to stay with my bum up for a while longer as he went and got something out of his bags. When he came back, I felt him push something up my butt again, filling the gap his cock had made. It was a plastic thing that he stuck there and positioned in place. I felt my bum adjust around this new intrusion. "What is that thing?" I asked feeling kinda full again, but it wasn't his cock. "This is called a butt plug. It'll ensure my cum load and your ass don't leak onto the mattress overnight. I don't want to have to explain to reception tomorrow why there was cum, blood, and shit on the sheets." It didn't feel as nice as his cock though, it was solid plastic. Though I could feel with it in there it sealed my bum-hole shut. It wasn't uncomfortable but it was going to take some getting used to. "And this is a cock cage." He touched my dick and balls in his hand again, which was soft again at the moment. He pushed my cock and balls into a little metal thing, and then locked it with a little padlock. "What is a cock cage for?" I asked, a little more worried about this device. "It's so you can't get boners" Aw man! I gotta admit, I liked jerking it to make it hard every now and then, it felt good. I'd be able to pee, but not being able to throw a stiffy would suck. I noticed a dull ache in my balls. "Why don't you want me getting a boner?" "Well kid, it's still a long way to New York, and if you want my help, I want something out of it. So, I get use of your body along the way. Deal?" I looked down at my dick all scrunched up. I had to get to New York, and this was going to have to be the way. "I guess that's fair Mister." -- Any feedback always welcome :) You can reach me at shutup_nz@hotmail.com