Date: Wed, 26 Aug 2020 23:14:35 -0500 From: O Subject: Big Dumb Dick: The School Bus Hey everyone, I'm KD. This story is heavily inspired by the "Dumb Horny Jock" series, which can also be found on Nifty. Feedback is always appreciated (and encouraged!). Thanks. The following is a work of fiction, and should only be enjoyed by those 18 and older. Big Dumb Dick: Chapter One - The School Bus I have a problem. Not sure when I first noticed, but I have a big dick. It's massive, and always getting me into trouble. I'm sure most guys would like to have a dick as big as mine, but I've experienced so many drawbacks from it that I feel like it isn't even worth having. And to be completely honest with you, I'm not that bright. I'm a total jock, and people say I'm handsome, so I guess I never really needed to rely on my brain. I also get really nervous in situations where my dick causes problems, so I never know how to handle them well. A situation happened last week one morning on the bus ride to school. I forgot to do laundry the night before, so I was out of underwear. At the time, I thought nothing of it, but I guess I should have known something bad would happen. I got on the bus in sweat shorts and a tank top and sat in the back next to my best friend Garrett. He's gay, which I don't have a problem with, and we've been friends for as long as I can remember. Even though he's about six inches shorter than me, not as buff, and more into books than I, we get along really well. He started chatting about homework and how difficult his classes were, but I wasn't paying attention. It was hard to focus since I had morning wood, and I was running late so I didn't have time to "handle it", if you get what I mean. "Dude, are you okay?" Garrett said. He must have noticed me shifting uncomfortably in my seat. "Yeah, bro. It's just that I brought a water bottle, since it'll be hot today, and it's taking up a lot of space in my shorts," I lied. I didn't wanna tell Garrett about my rock-hard dick, he might have thought I was a weirdo or something. I removed my hands from my crotch and let Garret look. My babymaker was running down the leg of my shorts, almost touching my knee, and now that my buddy was looking at it, it only seemed more confident. "Wow," Garrett said, "You were able to fit that big ole thing in your shorts?" He reached over and grabbed it. I gasped, but because of my nervousness, I said nothing. "Haha, this is one long water bottle, bro. You must be pretty thirsty today." He started to move his hand up and down, which felt good, but it only made the problem worse. I wasn't sure what Garrett was doing, since he couldn't have known that it was actually my dick, so I decided to ask him. "Relax, guy. I've been looking for a water bottle myself. So I just wanna check yours out." He leaned in close and whispered into my ear, "That okay with you, jock boy?" "Yeah, Garrett," I managed to get out. "It's cool with me." He might have thought something was up if I told him that he couldn't touch my "water bottle", so I just let him inspect it. His grip around my dick was vice-like, and he was jerking it pretty rapidly through my shorts. He had a grin on his face, and I almost got the impression that he enjoyed seeing me so helpless, but I knew my buddy wouldn't purposely do anything to make me uncomfortable. I looked around the bus, but it seemed like nobody had seemed to notice. I started to blush pretty deeply as I felt a jet of pre-cum leak out and stain my shorts. "Look," he pointed at the wet spot, "I think your water bottle's leaking." I thought he would let up at the sight of this, but he actually started going faster. I put my arm around his shoulder and braced myself. His hand moved around my dick like magic. I knew I had a big load saved in my balls, so I was almost relieved that he only thought he was checking out a water bottle, when in reality he was jerking my fat, donkey dick. "Garret", I huffed. "Don't you think you've felt it enough?" I didn't wanna shoot my load on the bus, and if I didn't get him to stop soon, there'd be a big mess, and I wouldn't know how to explain that to my friend. "No way, bro. This baby's a specimen. I've never seen a di-, I mean, a water bottle this long and thick. Just relax, bro." He alternated his stroke; shaking it side to side, speeding up, slowing down, it was beginning to be too much for me. "Oh God, oh God," I whispered. I put my fist into my mouth and prepared for the worst. He obviously wasn't going to stop, no matter what I would say, so I knew the possibility of creaming my shorts on this bus was very real. My tennis-sized balls drew up into my body, and from there I knew we reached a point of no return. "Fuck, Garrett, I'm sorry!" I moaned. My dick flexed and shot rope after rope of thick creamy cum down my leg. Slugs of baby batter shot forward from under my shorts, staining the seat in front of us and the floor beneath our feet. I was almost impressed by how much cum there was. I looked over at Garret, whose expression was so exaggeratedly shocked that I almost thought he was faking it. "Aw, dude! That wasn't a water bottle, it was your dick! If I had known, I wouldn't have been playing with it so much! You should really learn how to communicate better, man." Garrett was right, if I had just told him about my monster cock, I could've avoided this whole predicament. Since I didn't, I was looking at a huge amount of jizz covering our section of the bus. He gave me a look of mock disapproval, which I met with a sheepish grin, and we walked off the bus together, my stained shorts for everyone to see. End of Chapter One Remember guys, if you liked it, reach out! I'm open to criticism, suggestions, etc!