Date: Mon, 26 Feb 2024 17:21:11 -0500 From: Greg Stevens Subject: The Boy on the Bus - Chapter 1 The Boy on the Bus Fiction by Greg Stevens This is a work of fiction. All names and places are fictitious. The Boy on the Bus -- Chapter 1 I watched from my seat near the back of the bus as the boy climbed on and made his way down the aisle. I couldn't take my eyes off him as he came closer and moved into the seat in front of me. The boy was about 5'8 with a tight compact body. He had medium brownish hair and dark eyes that gave his otherwise boyish look a rough street-smart intensity. He shot me a look as I stared at him, then took his seat. The thing that made my dick jump in my wool trousers was the B-3 leather bomber he wore. It was the one that military pilots wore to keep themselves warm in the coldest cockpits. The boy's was a dark brown mid-length with a shearling lining and shearling at the collar and sleeves. As he settled into his seat, I heard the crackle of the leather and then the strong amazing smell of leather that immediately filled my nose. Precum dripped inside my pants, as my dick strained against the wool material. I watched the boy as he settled into his seat, the leather and shearling collar wrapped around the back of his head. Every move he made, seemed to make my dick throb. There was no one else at the back of the bus and felt brave enough to run my fingers over the outline of my hard dick watching the boy. Then, the bus came to a stop and the boy stood up and gave a quick look back at me, then made his way down the aisle and off the bus. I let out a deep sigh as I watched him go. I got off the bus at my stop and quickly made my way to the bathroom and entered a stall then pulled my very hard and very wet dick out. I closed my eyes thinking about the boy, smelling the leather, and imagining what it would be like to fuck his tight little ass. My pulse raced as my hand moved along the length of my cock and cum shot all over the toilet seat. I placed my hand on the partition as my body heaved from the orgasm. I caught my breath and cleaned the cum off the seat then checked to make sure there were no blobs on my clothes before exiting the stall. Fortunately, it was early in the morning and few people were in the office. The next day, I got on the bus as I did every morning at half past 6, filled with excitement at seeing the boy again. I took my normal seat at the back of the bus and watched as all the regulars got on. Most of the daily riders were men around my age 35-45, all of us well-dressed for the corporate world in our suits and ties. Most of the riders clustered together near the front of the bus to commiserate about their jobs, wives, and kids. I sat in the back of the bus as I didn't have much in common with the other riders. I eagerly awaited as we approached the stop where the boy got on the day before. The breaks on the bus squeaked, and the doors opened. I was filled with excitement and anticipation of seeing him again, but the boy did not get on the bus. I sat disappointed as the doors closed and the bus continued on its regular path. A couple more days passed, and I assumed that the boy wasn't a regular traveler. That he just got on the bus as a one-off random trip. Then one night as I was heading home on the bus, I was filled with unexpected excitement as the boy got on the bus again. Just like he had before, he made his way to the back of the bus and slumped into a seat. The leather bomber crackled as he moved. It was dark outside, and I could see the reflection of the boy in the window. I watched him as he sat looking down at his phone. There was something about him that intrigued and excited me. I felt myself drawn to him as my dick began to throb in my pants. The boy looked at his reflection in the window and briefly made eye contact with me. I felt embarrassed and quickly looked away. He then turned his head and looked in my direction again but didn't say anything. Instead, he simply looked at me for a moment before turning back. The bus stopped twice before the boy stood up and made his way to the doors in the middle of the bus. While waiting for the doors to open, he turned to his right, gave me a brief smile, and then stepped off the bus into the dark night. I could not wait for the bus to get to my stop. My dick was straining against my briefs causing a noticeable bulge in my trousers. As I made my way to my apartment, I moved my computer bag in front of me, hiding my erection. I felt like I was back in high school trying to conceal an uncontrollable boner. I got on the bus the next day excited at the prospect of seeing the boy again. His stop came and went, but the boy did not get on. I knew there was still an opportunity to see him again on the evening bus. This made my day very long as I watched the clock to be sure to leave on time and catch the bus. Finally, evening came, and I waited patiently for the bus. I got on and took my usual seat, but again the boy did not get on. Over the next few days, I waited patiently on the morning bus and the evening bus in hopes he would be on, but as each day passed my hopes lessened. The morning was particularly cold and windy as I got on the bus and moved to my seat. At each stop, I noticed more and more people getting on than usual. This happened a lot when the weather was bad, and people didn't want to drive or find other transportation. By the time we got to the boy's stop, the bus was pretty full including the row in front of me where he normally took a seat. Then as luck would have it, the boy climbed on the bus and made his way down the aisle. For a minute he looked to his normal seat and having realized it was full began to look to other seats. Finally, he moved to the very back. "Is anyone sitting here?" he asked me. "Um no," I replied awkwardly, moving over a bit to allow him room to sit. The smell of the leather coat immediately filled my nose as he sat down. The bus began moving forward again and I sat very quietly trying to control my breathing. I felt the boy's leg brush against mine as the bus moved through its route. Every bump, turn or stop caused his leg to press into mine. This only added to the pressure on my cock as it grew hard once again. At each stop the bus seemed to clear out more riders. Finally, the seat in front of me emptied, but the boy did not move to his usual seat. Instead, he stayed at the back of the bus. I waited for him, expecting him to move, but he just stayed in place. With the bus almost empty, I felt the boy's leg press against mine. This time it didn't seem to be the result of the road, stops, or traffic, it felt intentional. I held my leg next to his to see if he would move it. If it was just an accident or my imagination, but the boy did not move his leg. "Is this, ok?" he asked, his voice very soft. "Is what...," I began to ask, then stopped mid-sentence as I realized what he was asking. "Yeah," I said, trying not to choke on the words. As we drove on in silence, the boy gently moved his leg rubbing it against mine. The movement was subtle but obvious. As we approached his stop the boy stood up. "I'll be on the bus again tonight," the boy said, then walked to the doors and got off the bus without another word. "Fuck" I thought to myself as I sat alone in the back of the bus, my dick rock hard and painful from straining. "Did that just happen?" Was he interested or just playing a game? I rushed to the bus stop at the end of my work shift. I tried to calm myself down by telling myself I imagined what happened earlier. That it was all in my head. That I had concocted some crazy fantasy. Things like this don't happen to me. At each stop, I waited for the boy to get on. I was so lost in my fantasies that I couldn't recall which stop was his. Finally, the boy got on the bus. As it was fairly empty, he took the seat in front of me to my frustration. The bus moved back onto the road, and on its routine route. In the reflection, I watched the boy, and he stared back at me. There was no indication that he was interested. We just seemed to look at each other. Finally, as we approached his stop, he stood and turned to me. "Follow me," he said, softly. Follow him? Did I hear that correctly? Nervously I stood and made my way to the door. My legs were trembling as I went. What if this was a setup? What if he were going to jump me, or worse? Still, despite my fears, I followed him off the bus. The boy walked forward into a wooded park. As I got to the entrance of the park I stopped. This was my opportunity to walk away. "Keep up," he said, into the dark night, fueling my stupidity as I blindly followed him. Finally, he stopped and waited for me. "Hi. I'm Dylan," He said, extending his hand. "I'm Scott," I lied. I didn't want to provide my real name. Dylan smiled and relaxed against a large thick tree. "I saw you on the bus watching me," he said, a grin crossing his face. I was glad it was dark so Dylan couldn't see me blushing. "You didn't seem to mind," I responded. "No, I like older guys," Dylan said, with a cocky attitude. "How old do you think I am?" I asked, feigning indignation. "I don't know, 30 maybe," Dylan said. "And how old are you?" I asked, not answering the question about my age. Dylan wasn't far off as I was 35. "19. Too young?" Dylan asked. I didn't respond. "It's cold out," Dylan said, pushing his hands into the pockets of the jacket. I stepped forward. "Maybe I could help you get warm," I offered. I stepped forward slowly, not wanting to scare Dylan off. As I stepped forward I realized that Dylan was about half a foot shorter than me. I could feel the warmth coming off his body and the smell of the cold night air as it mixed with the leather of his B-3 jacket. I reached up and placed my hands on the thick shearling collar and brought it up around his ears. Dylan looked up at me and I felt sexual energy between us. I bent forward and placed my lips on Dylan's forehead, then began to kiss his cheek, placing soft kisses as I went. Finally, my lips connected with his and there was no resistance. Dylan's lips parted and accepted my tongue as I began to probe his warm mouth. As we continued our passionate embrace, I moved closer to Dylan, bringing my body in contact with his. My hands moved inside the thick leather and shearling jacket and wrapped around Dylan's body pulling him closer to me. As I continued to kiss Dylan, he reached for my belt buckle and pulled open my pants. I felt the cold air on my hard cock as Dylan worked it out of my wool trousers and began to stroke my dick. "Fuck," I moaned, pulling my mouth from Dylan's as he stroked me. Dylan placed his free hand behind my head and pulled me back into a kiss. This time his tongue eagerly explored my mouth. Dylan may have been young, but he did not lack any experience. I could feel my orgasm getting close and I needed to cum badly, but I wanted it to last a bit longer. I placed my hand on Dylan's, stopping him. "I am so close," I said. "I want it," Dylan said, pulling free of my hand and continuing to stroke me. I placed one hand on the tree behind Dylan as the orgasm rushed through my body. I stepped back and watched as Dylan worked my cock. A thick cord of cum erupted from my dick and onto the ground between Dylan's legs. Some of it hit his pant leg and shoe, as my orgasm continued. Cum finally stopped flowing and Dylan loosened his grip on my cock. "That was hot," Dylan said, and I wrapped my arms around his body, pulling him to me and placing my mouth on his. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- Please support Nifty Erotic Stories. Your donations provide great stories. You can donate at: https://donate.nifty.org/