Date: Wed, 29 Aug 2007 13:56:15 -0700 (PDT)
From: Rob Hoek <storyguy22@yahoo.com>
Subject: Boy Alone (2)

   Brett watched as the strong arms of the bus driver skillfully maneuvered
the large vehicle, the knurly biceps flexing as he cranked the large
steering wheel sharply to his right, turning the bus, to enter between the
wide gates of the bus company's parking and maintenance facility. Once
inside the outer perimeter, the man deftly guided the bus toward the
immense building at the rear of the yard, and reined it to a stop in front
of what was probably the largest, and widest, rollup door that Brett had
ever seen.

    Reaching his hand to the visor above his position, the man pressed a
button on a remote control device that was mounted there, and the huge door
sprang to life, lifting on its tracks to a fully open position. The drive
throttled the bus, and moved it forward, entering the cavernous building
behind the door. Once fully inside, the man again fingered the remote, and
Brett could hear the groaning of the huge door as it once more settled into
its closed position. That accomplished, the driver moved slowly forward,
again deftly steering the huge vehicle toward the very back area of the
dimly lit building, until he had reached his desired location, where he
again wheeled the big steering wheel over sharply, causing Brett to slid
along the smooth seat a little bit. He jammed the brakes, and noisily
shifted into reverse, then, backed into a wide parking space, where he
again stabbed the air brakes, and the bus ground to a halt, as the driver
turned off the key, and the rumbling of the bus's motor died away. Turning
part way in his seat, the man smiled at Brett, as his wide hand snaked out
to grip the boy's bare thigh, giving it a squeeze, before running his thick
fingers up, and onto the front of Brett's little shorts, where he fondled
his tumescent penis. Chuckling lewdly, the man winked at Brett, and said,

   "Damn kid...nice...you're half hard again already...it has got to be
great being as young and horny as you teen boys all are...always ready to
let go with one of those creamy loads of sweet young cum...!"

   Brett gasped, as the man's thick fingers coaxed his boyhood back into
full erection in a matter of seconds, and he looked down, his eyes settling
on the man's hand groping the seriously stretched crotch of the much too
small shorts he wore. He flinched sharply, as the man shifted his grip, and
clamped down on his tender little balls, and the man chuckled again, his
stubby fingers poking at the small orbs, as he said,

   "Sorry kid...guess I'm a little over-excited here...didn't mean to hurt
your cute little jewels...but don't sweat it...in a minute or two `Ol Bill
is gonna spend plenty of time kissing that little sac for you, and I
promise to make everything better than anything you have ever experienced
in your whole young life!"

   Brett giggled nervously, at the same time feeling excited to experience
the promised ecstasy the older man kept referring to, even though he was
somewhat nervous at being so very alone with this stranger, a situation
that he had been warned away from countless times. He shifted his gaze up
to meet the man's eyes, and the man gave him yet another of the winks that
he seemed so fond of delivering, so Brett smiled coyly, waiting for the
mans next move. As if reading the boy's mind, the man stood then, and Brett
for the first time was acutely aware of his size, and bulk, and it flashed
through his mind how easily this large and well muscled man could seriously
hurt him if he chose to. He stayed completely still, watching the towering
man, as he extended his arm, and closed his hand around Brett's bicep, and
tugged him to his feet. The top of Brett's head reached to about the
mid-point of the man's chest, and he felt the man again put gentle pressure
on his upper arm, propelling him into the aisle, and then toward the rear
of the bus. Brett moved along the aisle, the man very close behind him, and
he gasped, as he suddenly felt the man's large hand gripping the firm
mounds of his butt, as he muttered,

   "Sweet little ass, kid...damn...just barely a handful...this just keeps
getting better...a perfect little kid-cock and balls, and this pretty
little ass, all rolled up in one package...damn kid, me and you are gonna
make this big old bus rock, big time...!"

   Brett had an idea of what some men apparently liked about small and well
formed young boy butts, having liberally surfed the internet for sites that
offered seemingly endless photographs posted depicting the lurid acts, and
he suddenly wondered about just how big of a cock this giant of a man might
have tucked away inside the baggy uniform pants that he wore.

   Before Brett could finish the thought, he gasped, startled by the man
suddenly sliding his large hands into the satiny skin of his hairless
underarms, and lifting him off his feet as if he weighed nothing. The bus
driver said nothing as he picked the slender boy up bodily, and placed him
in a standing position on the wide rear seat of the bus, then gripped his
shoulders, and turned him to face him. Brett stood stock still, his heart
racing in his chest, as he watched the man look him over, head to toe, and
then reach out his beefy hands to boldly yank at the little shorts, peeling
them down his coltish legs, and off his feet. He stepped back slightly,
tossing Brett's shorts onto the seat behind him, as he once more took a
moment to carefully examine the now naked boy's lean body.

   "You are fucking beautiful, boy, do you understand just how perfect you
are...all of you...!" he murmured softly, the gentleness of the voice
belying the bulk of the man it belonged to.

   Brett made no reply, unsure of the suggestion that he was actually
"beautiful," being that he was, after all, a boy, and everyone knows that
boys are not considered "beautiful," that being a term more readily applied
to girls. He watched carefully, aware that he was trembling slightly, even
though it was very warm inside the bus, as the wide hands moved again,
coming toward him, and he gasped again as the man laid one hand on his
chest, stroking him gently, as the other one closed around his very erect
penis, and squeezed it.

   "Jesus kid...it's fucking amazing...your so smooth, and your skin is
like silk...so soft, and without a freeking blemish, or a hair...and this
pretty little cock of yours...hard as nails, and at the same time, smooth
as satin...fuck...I could touch you forever...!"

   Yet another gasp escaped the boy, as the man's blunt fingers slid across
his tiny nipples, one, and then the other, back and forth, as the other
hand began a slow and steady stroking of his rigid penis, the fat thumb
passing repeatedly across the glassy smooth little mushroom head, tugging
open the tiny slit that centered it. He shuddered, the sensations washing
over his slender body, and the man chuckled, aware that he had the boy
reeling with building excitement.

   "Good boy, kid...that's it...just let yourself enjoy it..."Ol Bill is
going to make this sweet little body sing...gonna show it all to you before
we are finished...and you're going to fucking love it, too...sweet little
boy like you was made for this stuff...!"

   Brett shuddered again, and continued to watch, fascinated by seeing the
big man's hands working his young body, fingering his sensitive nipples,
and rubbing his aching penis, as the intense sensations continued to build
throughout his trembling little body.

   A low groan erupted from his throat as the man released his turgid
erection, and suddenly moved to cup his plump little scrotum, the thick
fingers nudging the grape-sized nuggets within, as the fingers of his other
hand pinched firmly on his nipple, the action sending an instantaneous jolt
of a nearly electric feeling shooting through his tender balls, adding to
the sensation of the man rolling them in his fingers.

   "Oh boy....ohhh jeez...!" chirped Brett, sucking in a big gulp of air.

   "Nice, huh kid...I just knew these hot little girly-tits were gonna be
charged...sensitive as hell...just like a girls tits...hell, if wasn't for
these cute little sperm pools, and that pretty little kid-cock, you coulda
made a hell of a hot little pussy, for sure...oh yea...pretty as
hell...soft, and smooth like a pretty little girl...definitely...but ya
know, kid...these sweet little nuts, and that kid-cock, make it a hundred
times better than if ya had one of those nasty cunt holes down here...oh
yea...this...all of this...is way better for sure!"

   Brett was nearly dizzy with the combination of overwhelming sensations
flooding through his slim body, and he wasn't really registering the man's
non-stop dialogue, as he closed his eyes, and savored the multitude of
amazing feelings. He gasped loudly then, his eyes snapping wide, and he
looked down, gasping again, as the big man dropped deftly to his knees on
the floor of the bus, and leaned in to engulf his throbbing penis fully
into his warm, wet mouth.

   Staggering slightly, Brett struggled to maintain his balance with the
precarious perch on the bus seat, and his hands shot forward to grip the
man's large head, and his ragged breath caught in his throat, nearly
gagging him, as the man began expertly sucking his rampant penis, and then,
his tender balls as well, his large mouth apparently capable of engulfing
the total of Brett's boy parts simultaneously. Brett clamped his eyes shut
again, and rocked up onto his toes, the sensations emanating from his
drooling boyhood driving him crazy with lust as the man tongued his young
balls, and sucked his aching little cock. He groaned again, sensing the man
releasing his tight little pouch, as he took the entire four inches of his
penis into his throat, while the pair of huge hands encircled his slender
frame, and clamped firmly onto the taut little mounds of his bubble butt,
kneading the firm pillows of flawless flesh, as one thick finger invaded
his crease, and stabbed at his tiny pucker.

  Back and forth the big man moved, rhythmically sucking the young penis,
as he worked his hands over the boy's stunning little ass, and probed his
core with a wide finger. Brett was panting now, a cadence of small mewing
sounds emerging steadily from his pleasure racked body, as the man expertly
pushed the limits of his ability to absorb it all. His only conscious
thought, and that barely managed to override the torrent of sensation he
was experiencing, was that the man had been absolutely right when he had
promised him an earth shattering experience once they reached the bus barn,
and his young brain was struggling mightily to absorb the absolute flood of
new feelings that coursed through him. No sooner had the boy digested that
thought, then his full attention was once more jolted back to the man, and
his actions, as the man suddenly released his oozing penis from his mouth,
and one large hand moved to the center of his chest, then pushed, causing
Brett to tumble down onto the seat on his back, his smooth legs splaying
widely. Startled by the suddenness of the move, Brett watched the man
closely, as he briefly ran his big hands over the smooth boy's chest, and
tummy, then gently pinched the fluid soaked head of his penis, then, the
large hands gripped the boy's slim hips, and effortlessly flipped him over
onto his stomach.

   "Oh fuck...look at this perfect little ass...Jesus kid...I gotta taste
that pretty little winky of yours.....oh fuck yea...!" grunted the man, and
Brett craned his neck to look back over his shoulder just in time to watch
the man firmly grip each of his butt cheeks, and tug them apart, as he
moved forward until his flushed face was almost touching his butt. He
paused then, still muttering something that Brett couldn't understand, and
then, shocking the boy so that he actually yelped loudly, the man slid out
his tongue, and licked over his butt hole!

   Not only the once, but again and again, the man lapped the flat of his
tongue back and forth over the stunned boy's hole, and Brett quickly
surrendered to the amazing sensation of it, letting his head fall onto his
folded arms on the slightly dank smelling bus seat. He could scarcely
believe that the man was actually licking him in such an intimate, and
forbidden place, much less fathom the why of it, and, for all of his
scandalous internet surfing, he had never encountered even a hint of such
an act being administered. His jumbled thoughts on the matter were suddenly
dashed completely, when the man actually managed to penetrate his tiny
opening with his rolled tongue, and push it right up inside his tightly
gripping tunnel, and then, began moving it in, and out. Brett groaned
loudly, the sincere shock of what the man was doing, and where, mixing with
the sudden explosion of intense sensation that raked his trembling body,
and he let out a surprised yelp of pain, when the man worked one of his
thick, and stubby fingers inside him along with his tongue.

   Brett squirmed on the bench seat, trying to pull forward, and away from
the discomfort, and sudden feeling of fullness that registered in his butt,
but the man pressed the palm of his large hand into the small of his back,
keeping him from moving, as he drew his tongue out of the boys tender
chute, followed by his probing finger. He planted a series of wet licks,
and kisses on the perfectly formed little ass that bucked in front of him,
and then retreated, as he said,

   "Ob baby-boy...you not only look, and feel delicious, you taste even
better...peaches and cream...and so goddamned tight...christ....somebody is
going to need to scrape you off the ceiling of this fucking bus when I get
finished with your sweet little ass boy...now, you just stay right where
you are while `Ol Bill gets out of these fucking clothes...oh baby...this
is gonna be so fucking good...you are going to love it, trust me....!

   Brett felt the weight of the man come off him, as he got to his feet,
and he rolled onto his side, turning to watch the man, as he tugged at his
uniform, first the shirt, and then the pants, which he quickly dispatched
onto the seat alongside Brett's little shorts. Brett's eyes went wide, as
his gaze dropped to the small briefs the man was wearing, the y-front of
which was grossly distended by what had to be a massive, and rigidly erect
man cock, and pendulous balls. The man caught him looking, and chuckled, as
his hands moved to push the briefs down his hairy legs, freeing his
dripping manhood, and the low hanging pouch of his hairy, and very large
balls. Brett stared at the immense tube of rigid flesh, easily over twice
the length, and thickness of his own meager appendage, and the man flexed
it, causing the huge cock to bounce, and the heavy sac to swing beneath
it. He gulped, blinking several times, then, formed his lush lips into an
oval of surprise, as he uttered, his voice cracking badly,

   `Oh wow...it's huge, Mister....jeez....!"

   The man preened proudly, swinging his hips slightly to create more
swinging movement in his bouncing erection, and causing his heavy balls to
slap against his hairy thighs, as he chuckled, and said,

   "You bet it is, kid...'Ol Bill puts most of them to shame, for
sure...and little buddy, it's all for you tonight...oh yea...all for
you...'Ol Bill is definitely gonna fuck that hot little ass of yours, and
you are gonna be begging me for more when I'm finished!"

   Brett's eyes went wider still, as he eyed the mammoth penis, and
recalled the stinging flash of the pain that the mans much smaller finger
had caused when he had pushed it in and out of his tiny hole, and he
instinctively curled his slender young body into a fetal position as he
tried to imagine that huge stalk moving up inside his slim body. The man
leaned over then, and retrieved his pants, then fumbled briefly with them,
before again dropping them onto the seat. Straightening, he smiled at the
nervous boy, and held aloft a small bottle, as he told him,

   "Think of this as your lucky day, kid...'Ol Bill had some plans for
later tonight, so I just happen to have some good lube with me...this will
make things a whole lot more fun for you than without it would have
been...not that it would have mattered...lube or not, `Ol Bill would
definitely have fucked that sweet little hole of yours, hurt or not...but
now it's going to just be that much better for us both....!"

   Brett didn't really understand all of that, but he decided that the man
knew what he was talking about, and the wide grin on his face made it
abundantly clear that he was eminently pleased with having this lube stuff,
so Brett smiled back at him, and simply nodded his head. The man chuckled
again, then dropped down onto the bus seat next to Brett, and once more
began running his big hands over the smooth, slim body. Brett shuddered
under the man's skillful touches, and relaxed as much as he possibly could,
letting himself enjoy the sensations of the man's hands on his body, and he
splayed his legs widely, as the man leaned down, and once more slid his
pulsing little penis into his mouth and sucked it. Curious beyond any sense
of the emotion that he had ever felt before, Brett tentatively reached out,
and let his small hand close around the thick stalk of the man's rigid
cock, and giggled softly when he realized that his hand was actually too
small to close fully around the thickness. Warming quickly to the feel of
his first ever adult penis, Brett began sliding his fist up and down on it,
and the man released his penis from his mouth long enough to watch the
stunning young boy fist his cock, as he said, his voice now heavy with his
growing desire,

   "Oh God...how fucking nasty does that look...Jesus...that delicate
little girly-boy hand working `Ol Bill's fat cock...fuck yea kid...stroke
it for me...feels fucking hot...you got the sweet touch pretty boy...fuck
yea...hey kid...how about you get down there and put those cherry lips of
yours on it, huh....want to suck `Ol Bill's fat cock...?...sure ya do...go
on sweet-face...go for it!"

   Brett stared hard at the thick erection in his small fist, and he felt
his mouth flood with his saliva as the man instructed him to suck him, and
he suddenly very much wanted to do just that...needed to, in fact, and he
quickly twisted his slender body into position, and lowered his blond head
into the man's distended lap. The scent of the drooling erection hit him,
and he sniffed heavily, then, slid out his small pink tongue, and washed it
over the smooth, wet head of the towering erection. The man groaned loudly,
thrusting his hips upward, as he growled,

   "Fuck yea....oh my God, yes....open up baby...take that big boy...suck
me, blondie...put that big man cock inside that pretty little mouth of
yours....ohhhhh, fuccck...!"

   Brett stretched his mouth as widely as he could make it go, feeling the
minor pain of the effort transmit along his jaw bone, and he lowered his
blond head, taking the massive instrument into his mouth. He kept moving
downward, acutely aware of the thickness of it filling his small mouth, and
he stopped, gagging slightly, when the wide head of it pushed into his
throat. He pulled back slightly, then ran his tongue along the bottom of
the pulsing shaft, sensing the presence of pulsing veins there, and then
withdrew further still, holding only the wide mushroom cap of it between
his lush lips, as he tightened his aching jaw, and sucked strongly, his
curious hand moving between the heavy thighs to capture the massive pouch
of heavy balls.

   "Awww, fuck pretty boy....oh God yes...suck me baby...work those big
balls...awww, sweet Jesus.....!' growled the man. His big hands gripping
Brett's head tightly, as his thick fingers splayed through his soft blond
locks.

   Brett was drooling like a teething infant, the wetness dribbling off his
chin, as he continued to orally service the steadily groaning man, and
aside from the dull ache along his widely stretched jaw bone, he had
greatly warmed to his task. Finding a sort of rhythm, he quickly made the
adjustment as to how deep he could take the massive cock without gagging,
and he was now actually enjoying sucking the impressive piece, though
clearly not on the same level as the man was obviously enjoying his soft,
snug mouth. It went on for several minutes, and Brett was savoring the
almond-like taste of the man's gushing fluids that washed over his tongue,
and the man's hips had begun a steady thrusting to meet the movements of
his bobbing head, and Brett had begun to anticipate the approach of what he
was sure would be a massive eruption of man cream, and it worried him some
that he may not be able to handle both that, and the thick stalk, in his
small mouth together.

   Before he actually had any time to consider his option for dealing with
that impending dilemma, it happened, with the man releasing a seriously
loud string of cuss words, while at the same time gripping Brett's bobbing
head firmly, as his hips slammed upward, and the huge cock erupted into
Brett's already full little mouth. Volley, after volley of the thick, warm
cream jetted into the boy's mouth, instantly flooding him beyond capacity,
and he gagged loudly, as he furiously gulped as quickly as possible, trying
in vain to clear his already stuffed mouth in time for the next emission,
and he finally gave up on trying to handle the copious ejaculate, letting
his aching jaws sag open, and allowing the massive overflow of semen drool
from his chin, down to flow over the man's massive balls.

   Finally sated, and drained, the gasping man wilted back against the bus
seat, his hairy chest heaving, as he gulped in air. Brett backed away then,
once the man released his head from his crushing grip, and sat back on his
haunches. He looked at the flushed, and sweating face of the man, then,
down at the rapidly wilting cock, and the cum soaked ball sack, and he
licked his battered lips, savoring the lingering after-taste of the massive
flood of man juice that remained strong in his mouth. He slid his fingers
across his streaked chin, and swiped away the trials of semen that dangled
in strings there, then, slipped the slimy fingers into his mouth, and
sucked them noisily, as he rolled is soft eyes up to meet the still stunned
gaze of the man, and the man grinned widely, shaking his head slowly, as he
said, still somewhat breathlessly,

   "Jesus Christ, pretty boy...my God...you are simply unbelievable...a
natural-born cocksucker, if ever there was one...goddamn, that was fucking
unreal....!"

   Brett giggled, smiling proudly, then said, obviously meaning it,

   "Thanks Mister...and wow...you really make a lot of stuff...cums...I
mean...!"

   The man laughed loudly, and extended his thick arms, as he nodded, and
said,

   "Well, this time anyway, definitely...I mean, it's not like I have such
a sweet little girly-boy like you sucking my cock everyday, you know...you,
and that sweet little mouth of yours, definitely supplied the incentive for
that nut draining load...now sweet-face, you bring that pretty little ass
of yours up here with `Ol Bill....and when I start breathing again, I'll
show you exactly what it was designed for....!"

   Brett giggled again, liking it that the man kept referring to him as a
girly-boy, and sweet, and pretty, and, most of all, he liked the idea that
they weren't even close to being finished playing this way!

(To Be Continued)
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