Date: Mon, 19 Mar 2018 14:24:06 -0400 From: Youngjonboy1 Subject: CONFESSIONS OF A GAY BOY CHAPTER 2 Young Friends Gay CONFESSIONS OF A GAY BOY CHAPTER TWO As usual, the school bus arrived at my bus stop at exactly 7:30 A.M. There were several kids who met at the bus stop every morning. I used to like to get there about 15 minutes early just to talk with some of my friends. Clay Andrews was one of my best friends and he would meet me at the bus stop so we could just talk before the bus arrived. Clay was 11 years old and was still in the 5th grade. His school was right across the street from mine but we still rode the same bus. Clay was really good in sports. He was one of the star players on his little league team and always made all stars at the end of the year. He was not real big but he carried a lot of power in his small body. He only weighed about 80 pounds and was 4 foot 7. He had dark brown eyes and his hair was sandy blond. Mine was light blond but his was just a little darker. He liked to keep his hair short because when he would practice baseball, he would be cooler with short hair. A few days ago, I had watched a movie on TV called SLING BLADE. The boy in the film was Lucas Black and Clay looked just like Lucas. Clay and I got on the bus and as usual, Mr.Wilson, the bus driver, gave Clay and myself a big smile. He was always friendly with us and sometimes had a joke to share with us. Mr. Wilson told us that he had never married. Even though he was 36, he had always wanted kids of his own and he said he would love to have a boy just like me or Clay. I had noticed before that whenever I or Clay wore shorts to school, Mr. Wilson would always look right at the front of my shorts when I was getting on the bus. His eyes would stay on the shorts until I got on the bus and then he would look up at my face and smile at me. I had heard other boys talking about Mr. Wilson and they said that he was gay. Once I heard that, every time I would get on the bus and noticed him looking at my shorts, I would wonder if he was trying to see the shape of my dick under my shorts. One day while waiting for the bus, I had been drinking some chocolate milk and I spilled a little on my shorts right at the zipper. I was the only one at the bus stop that day and when the bus pulled up, it was empty as my stop was the first passengers he had to pick up. When I got on the bus, Mr. Wilson saw the wet stain and asked me what happened. I told him I spilled the milk and he said he could use his hankie to get some of it up. He took his hankie out and started to rub around the stain and he was rubbing right over where my dick was resting inside my shorts. I know he knew he was touching it because my bulge was right there where he was rubbing. I was going to tell him to stop but the sensation was so good that I just stood there. He continued to rub a little harder and I couldn't control my dick from starting to grown under my shorts. It was getting hard and I could see the bulge in my shorts getting bigger. Mr. Wilson just kept rubbing . Finally my dick was pointing straight up in my shorts and it was so obvious I had a boner. Instead of rubbing the spot that was wet, Mr. Wilson was now rubbing the length of my boner, slowly going up and down the length. This only lasted a few seconds and he heard other kids running to catch the bus and he stopped. He looked up at me smiling and said, that should have got most of the stain out. Clay and I moved to the back of the bus and got our usual seats on the back row. We both liked to sit right over the motor in the rear of the bus. The vibrations from the motor would often give us boners and we would kid each other about having a woody on the bus. Neither Clay nor I had girlfriends. We just didn't hang out with girls but preferred to hang out with our buddies. I told Clay about how Mr. Wilson had tried to get the milk off of my shorts and how he had rubbed around my dick. Clay told me that he was sure Mr. Wilson was gay and was probably trying to feel me up. Clay told me that his baseball coach had done something similar to him at the beginning of the baseball season. He said that he had gone over to his coach's house to pick up his uniform. His coach lived alone and had him come in and said he should try it on. Clay wanted to go into a private area to try it on but coach told him to try it on in the living room in case it didn't fit, he could swap uniforms right there. Clay took off his shirt and pants and was standing in just his white undies in front of the coach. Clay put on his uniform pants and they were a little tight. Coach told him to stand still and he started to pull on the uniform trying to get it to expand. Clay said that coach had his hand right on clay's butt and was getting a good feel of his ass as he was trying to adjust the uniform. The uniform was so tight, that clay's dick left an obvious bulge in the front of his uniform. Clay said that all the time the Coach was trying to adjust the uniform, his eyes were right on the bulge in the uniform. Finally Coach said, "this is not going to work" and he pulled the uniform pants down. Clay said that he pulled so hard that besides the uniform coming down, his white undies came down as well. Clay said he was standing in front of his coach with no shirt on and his shorts pulled down to his knees. The coach said "sorry about that" and pulled the shorts back up but according to Clay, the coach kept his eyes on Clay's dick the entire time. Clay said that the Coach took another 20 minutes just trying to make sure he found a uniform that fit. All the time, Coach was putting his hands all over Clay, adjusting, touching, feeling, anything he could do to feel Clay up. Clay said he knew at that time that coach was probably gay. While Clay was getting his uniform, he noticed in the corner of the house, Coach had a camera set up on a tripod. Clay asked what the camera was for and Coach said he liked to take pictures of people. He asked Clay if he could take his picture in his uniform and Clay said "sure". Coach had him take his uniform shirt off and just wear his uniform pants, holding a bat and pretending to be standing at the plate. Coach took all kinds of pictures of clay holding the bat and all were topless. I asked Clay what he would have done if Coach had asked him to take pictures with his uniform pants off and Clay said he didn't know what he would have done. I wondered what I would have done if I had been Clay and the coach had asked me to pose like that . Thinking about it gave me a boner. The more I thought, the more I realized that I would have enjoyed the Coach doing that to me. I would have probably hoped that he would have asked me to take my pants off. Even my shorts. Letting the Coach take pictures of me naked would have been fun. I wondered if the Coach would have wanted to lick my dick and balls like my dog had done. I knew that I would have let him do that to me. Maybe I should become friends with Coach The bus finally pulled into the school parking lot and Clay and I would be going to our separate schools and I would not see him again until the ride home. It was Friday and before Clay left I asked him if he thought his mother would let him spend the night with me. We could watch a movie and then we could set up the tent in my backyard and we could camp out. He said he would call his mother from school and find out and let me know when we met to go home on the bus.