Date: Tue, 25 Mar 2014 13:04:35 +0000
From: Grumpy
Subject: Bus-stop Boy, part#3

Bus-Stop Boy

Chapter Three

	It was some time after the first occasion when Ben had visited my flat
before I managed to see him again. His mother's shifts had changed, and she
was at home at around the time he usually arrived, which might have led to
some awkward questions. We had kept in touch by text, and phone, and by
Skype in the meantime, and a lovely, honest friendship was beginning to
develop between us. I might have thought that, with a difference in age of 30
years, this would be rather a one-way emotional arrangement, but he was
clearly a thoughtful young man, and was genuinely interested to know how I
was doing, and always made certain to give time during our chats for me to talk
about what was going on with me. 'What are we?' had been a recurring theme
in our discussions; he was as aware as I was that the circumstances, and age
difference, made any ideas of us being 'partners' impossible. We had concluded
that we were friends, albeit intimate friends, and that this understanding would
make sure we would carry on being friends, whatever transpired in the future. I
must say I was quite relieved about this - although wishing that the world were
a different place, in which our relationship could be official and open, was
difficult to avoid at times when I had spent rather too many hours alone - and
thought it indicated once again that Ben was an unusually wise boy.

	It was about 3pm on a Tuesday afternoon, and the day had been dragging
for me. I was trying to complete a writing assignment at home, and the words
were just not flowing. My spirits rose when I heard my phone make its SMS
sound, and rose even further when I saw that it was from Ben; I wasn't quite
sure how to feel about the contents, though:

'Hi, babes. With Paul at the YMCA. Guess what? He came out to me! Wowza! He
really wants to meet you. Can we come round in a bit? Bxx'

	Now, I remembered Ben saying that he was attracted to the boy he went
along to the gym with after school, and so my first reaction was a surprisingly
painful emotional jolt; 'Of course, they are going to end up together,' I
reasoned, and it made a lot more sense - from Ben's point of view - than to
carry on seeing an old git like me. Then, I felt annoyed; 'How cruel,' I thought,
'that he wants to bring this boy round to show off to me!' I suppose I
understood he might want to do that to the only person, so far, he could be
open with about his sexuality, but it seemed very thoughtless. But I thought,
again, that being inconsiderate was something I had never known of Ben. I told
myself to grow up, and not to make assumptions; I wanted to see Ben, and if
Ben wanted to bring a pal around, then that should be fine by me. I decided to
go with the flow, and replied:

'Wowza, indeed! How nice he has such a lovely guy to talk to about this. Of
course you can both come round! Dull day here, I so want to see you. Dxxx'

'Half an hour? Can't wait. I love you Bxx'

	I thought that I had time for a quick shower, that I hadn't got around to
having so far that day, and then I made sure things were not too messy around
the place, before settling down to wait for the arrival of my guests. It was not
long before the buzzer sounded, and I picked up the intercom.

'Who is it, eh? Who's there?' I said, in a mock-harsh tone.
'Two portions of man-meat!' I heard Ben reply, and then snort with laughter.

	I thought of continuing the banter, but was so keen to get Ben inside as
quickly as possible, I simply pressed the door-release, and listened as it closed
behind them. Then I heard two sets of feet on the stairs, and opened the door
to my flat. Ben was coming up the stairs first, and looked so handsome and
fresh, my heart skipped a beat. Behind him was Paul, who beamed up at me
over Ben's shoulders; even being a couple of steps behind him, his extra height
enabled me to see his head over Ben's broad shoulders. I registered a head of
blond hair, with a fringe hanging over one eye, and an open, attractive face with
piercing, bright blue eyes. As they both reached the landing, I could see that
Paul's build was more slender and wiry, standing about six feet in height. Where
Ben's face was oval overall, his was longer and thinner, with a slightly lop-sided
grin that appeared readily (and, I guessed, was partly down to anxiety), and his
habit of regularly sweeping his floppy locks back (which instantly returned to
their original place) rather confirmed this. I smiled, making sure especially to
meet Paul's gaze and make him see that he was welcome, stood back, and let
the boys pass me on their way to the living room. Ben, however, himself stood
to one side, and motioned for Paul to go through, then turned to me, and
simply threw himself into my arms. We shared a long hug, and a little, chaste
kiss, as Paul settled himself into an armchair, and deliberately made a show of
not looking in our direction. We followed him through, and Ben sat in the chair
next to his, to Paul's left, leaving the chair on his left free for me. I remained
standing for now.

'So, chaps, something to rehydrate?' I asked, looking from one to the other of
my handsome guests with a sense of pride.
'Oh, anything cold and wet, please,' replied Ben, 'Have you got any of that
cloudy lemonade?'

	Knowing that he had rather liked that, I had made sure to keep some in
my 'fridge ever since, so I pottered off to the kitchen, and returned with three
long glasses of it on a tray. Both the lads drank thirstily. I sat myself down -
Ben briefly caressed the back of my hand as I did so - and turned to face them.
There was a brief silence, which I broke:

'It's great to meet you, Paul, and you're very welcome,' I turned to Ben, 'That
was quite an intriguing text you sent.'
'Yeah,' he turned to Paul, slightly coyly, 'I hope you don't mind, but I told him
what we had been talking about.'
'Oh, yeah, well, I thought you might have,' he responded, in a deep baritone,
'It's no problem.'
'I tend to assume that there's no problem with being gay these days, but I
suppose it's still not ideal,' I directed this at Paul mainly.
'Guys are still really hung up about it,' began Ben, 'It's, like, the worst thing
they can call you, and they're all terrified that people might think they are!'
'Yeah, and calling things 'gay' - I mean things, like bands and stuff - means
they are shit,' Paul added.
'I know about that, yes,' I said, 'Why is that? Where did that come from?'

They both shrugged.

'How did the topic come up with Ben, then?' I asked, trying to sound as casual
as possible.
'Well ...' Paul began, looking at Ben, who giggled.
'Yeah, WELL!' he added, and stopped.

I waited, looking at them expectantly.

'OK,' he continued, 'I sort of let slip that I'd met this really great guy,' he looked
at me, 'and Paul sort of guessed that ...'
'He just looked so happy!' chimed in Paul, 'I knew it was something important.'
'Well, yeah, and so I said it was a secret, and he kept on at me, and then I told
him just the outline, that you were older, and we were good friends. Then he
said he had a secret, too.'
'I was pretty sure Ben was gay,' Paul said, 'We've known each other for a few
years, and he just never talked about girls, or all that stuff. I just had a feeling
that I could trust him, too.'
'It's great, really, that you have each other,' I responded, 'Do you think this will
affect your friendship?'
'Oh, I think we're even better friends now,' Paul said, with conviction.
'Yeah,' Ben smiled at him, 'We can trust each other, which I already knew,
anyway.'
'Have you confided in anyone else?' I asked Paul, 'What about your family?'
'I'm pretty sure mum knows, or wouldn't be surprised. But she's said things like
"Boys your age go through phases" and stuff that makes me think she won't be
too happy about it.'
'OK,' I replied,' I was surprised - I mean, in a nice way! - that Ben said you
wanted to come round today ...' I left the sentence hanging there.
Paul blushed, and looked down, as he answered: 'I just wanted to meet you.
Ben said you are really close friends now, and I wondered if, maybe ...' he
paused, 'We could be friends too?'
'That's so nice! Of course I think we can. That makes me really happy.'

	The ice was broken, and we could all relax. The boys continued to drink
their lemonade; I sipped mine a little slower, as the three of us beamed at each
other. We carried on chatting for a little while, and covered all sorts of topics,
some serious, some far from it. At Ben's insistence, the bong came out of the
cupboard, and we passed it around between us a few times. Paul seemed to be
a real gem of a boy; polite and slightly shy, but gentle and kind.

'How long do I have the joy of your company today, then?' I asked.
Ben replied, 'Mum is back on evening shifts, so I don't have to be back for
hours yet. What about you, Paulie?'
'Umm. Well, all my lot are away, so I'm looking after myself for a couple of
weeks. But I don't want to be in the way, if you two want some quality time
together. I can go at any time.'
'What do you reckon, Davie?' Ben looked across at me, with a giggle, 'Shall we
boot this gooseberry out now?'
I laughed. 'I don't think he's a gooseberry at all! I wouldn't dream of booting
him out; it's lovely that you're here,' I turned to Paul, 'Don't even think of
feeling uncomfortable.'
Ben had a mischievous glint in his eyes as he said, 'I'm knackered after that
gym session; why don't we all go and have a lie down next door?' He tilted his
beautiful head in the direction of the bedroom.

	I'm sure that, without the weed we had been sharing, his suggestion
would have shocked me a good deal more than it did; without the weed,
though, I wondered if he would have proposed it. Paul was blushing furiously,
but also had the beginnings of a smile on his face when he looked up. Ben
daringly stood, beckoned to me, and then grabbed both of Paul's hands,
heaving him up out of his chair. I decided to go with the flow of things, and led
these two handsome boys along the corridor to my bedroom. I sat on the edge,
and began to take my shoes off as they arrived.

'Trousers, too!' ordered Ben, sitting himself down next to me, and leaning
across to tug at my belt.

In no time at all, the three of us were down to just our underwear, and
lying side-by-side in my bed. I was in the middle, with Ben to my left by the
window, and a rather self-conscious Paul to my right, with the sheet pulled fully
up to his chin as he lay straight out on his back, low down in the bed. Ben was
on his side, and snuggled up to me; I put my left arm around his shoulders, and
drew him close. He rested his hand on my chest, and looked up into my eyes. I
could not resist, even with poor Paul not knowing where to look, and I leaned
down to kiss Ben's soft lips. Soon our tongues were rolling over each other; it
was so good to connect with him again after the weeks of not seeing him. When
we broke apart, we both looked at Paul, who was clearly very uncertain of
himself.

'Come, on, Paul,' said Ben, across me, 'Snuggle up!'

I looked towards him, and held my right arm out. He looked at Ben, then
at me, and then suddenly rolled over onto his side, into mine, and - as I placed
my arm across his back - he lay his head on my shoulder, closing his eyes. His
fair hair lay on my chest and neck, and I was able to look at his beautiful
features more closely now. His mouth was less full than Ben's, but he had
generous and shapely lips. His chin was cleft by a dimple. His eyelashes were
almost invisible, they were so light, but up close I could see that they were long
and curving. As he opened his eyes again, and looked up at me, their pure,
bright blueness was arresting. I looked from him, to Ben, and back to him
again. Two boys, two beautiful boys, there with me; my heart was full to
bursting.

Ben's left band had been resting on my chest, and he now reached over
me, taking Paul's right hand, and placing it where his had been. He interlaced
his fingers with Paul's, as the two boys met each others' gaze across me.
Shifting up against me, Ben leaned across towards his friend, who also moved
his face forward, until the lads' faces were almost touching. Then their lips
connected, gently, disengaged, then rejoined more firmly. This was happening
right before my eyes, and was one of the most beautiful - and sexy - things I
had ever seen. I began to run each of my hands over a youthful pair of
shoulders, across and back, as their kiss deepened and became more
passionate. Their hands remained joined, then separated, and each reached out
to draw the other closer. They both began to climb onto me, bringing the rest of
their bodies into contact with each other, and each of my legs was being held
between a pair of muscular thighs; I was also thrilled to feel a hot, erect cock –
through underwear – either side of my own. Keeping my left arm around Ben's
lovely, broad shoulders, I began to run my right hand down Paul's long back,
kneading with fingers and thumb as I descended. The boys' kiss was continuing,
as they alternated between caressing my chest and stomach, and exploring
each others' bodies. I had reached the small of Paul's back, and I slid my hand
underneath the elasticated waist of his briefs, and down over his firm behind.
His buns were smaller than Ben's, but tight and rounded still. Where Ben's were
almost completely smooth, Paul's were mostly covered with very short, but soft,
fuzzy hair. As I explored further, I found that they became smooth on the curve
inwards towards the cleft between them. Paul was beginning to enjoy my
attentions, and was pushing his arse back into my cupped hand. This gave me
licence to explore more intimately, and I ran two fingers down the line from his
tail-bone, deeper and deeper, until I felt the warmth of his ring. His briefs were
limiting my movements, so, as the lads broke their kiss, I moved each hand to
tug their underwear downwards; they needed no more encouragement, and
both quickly whipped off their remaining clothing. Ben then removed mine for
me, carefully lifting the waistband over my straining erection, which he gripped
and rubbed for a few moments, causing me to lift my hips off the bed, which
enabled him to slide them off in a single movement.

Now the two of them returned to their place, each half on top of me, and
I could feel their solid hardnesses each side of my hips. The heat from both of
them was intense, and first Paul's, then Ben's cock twitched and kicked between
us. I was fully hard, too. I ran my hand back down to Paul's cheeks, having
scooped saliva from my mouth onto the tips of my first two fingers, and found
that central place again. I circled his ring with my finger. The boys broke their
kiss, and turned their beautiful faces up to mine. Ben then suddenly covered my
left nipple with his lips, and began to lick and suck at it gently. I let out an
involuntary moan. Paul still had his eyes firmly in contact with mine, as I put
gentle pressure on his ring with my finger, massaging and pressing, and he
gasped as I slipped an inch, then two, into his softly taut hole. I kept eye
contact with him, questioningly – although very distracted by Ben's stimulations
– and waited until the slight furrowing of his eyebrows passed, and his lop-sided
smile told me all was well. He began to push back gently onto my finger, and at
the same time rub his cock against me. I could feel that his was definitely less
thick than Ben's, but no less long. Slowly, my index finger was joined by the
second, and Paul's movements drew me gradually deeper into him. His face was
reaching up towards mine, and I reciprocated, staring first at his moist, pink lips
– slightly parted, with the tip of his tongue visible between them – and then
into those bright blue eyes, which were shining with affection, the pupils
widening as he came closer. Our lips met gently, but after a few hesitant
connections we launched rapidly into a deep, probing exploration, and I tasted
his tongue, long and thin, as it entered my mouth and rolled around and over
my own.

Ben was slowly moving down my chest with his mouth, kissing and licking
in a way – I realised happily – that he had learned from me during our previous
encounter. Down he went, and then he also moved his body slightly off mine
and gripped my stiff cock in his hand. My kiss with Paul continuing; my intimate
touch, with fingers deep inside his arse; Ben's exploration of my shaft, and then
down to my balls; his slowly descending, hot mouth; my left hand on the back
of his neck, and running through his curling hair: all these sensations at once
were almost overwhelming. Suddenly, Ben shifted himself around, swapping
from lying beside me on his right side – swinging his legs underneath him – and
coming to lie largely on his left. His head was at the level of my belly-button,
which he began circling with his tongue, and his relatively short stature meant
that, when I broke the kiss with Paul to look in Ben's direction, his rock-hard,
stupendous cock was mere inches from my face. His hefty balls hung invitingly
to one side and, as Paul rested his head on my shoulder, I could reach around
with my free hand to gently pull on them in turn, and then take one into my
mouth. I heard Ben let out a moan as I gripped his stiff cock, bringing the
oozing tip over to my mouth and – releasing his sack from my mouth – hungrily
took the whole length of him deep inside, and down into my throat. He
immediately began a slow pumping into my face; Paul reached over to feel all
around the base of Ben's manhood, and to cup and fondle his balls. My fingers
were still inside Paul's arse, and he was moving his hips back and forth; then I
felt his hot mouth over my right nipple, gently sucking and nibbling. As if this
wasn't enough, Ben's hot mouth closed over the head of my cock, and his
tongue run repeatedly around it as he gripped my shaft in his hand, moving his
fist up and down as he eased more and more of my length into his mouth. I
heard Paul let out a surprised gasp; Ben had grabbed his cock from where it
was pressed against my side, and was moving his mouth and hands from Paul,
to me, and back again, sometimes taking the two of us into his mouth together.
The intensity and passion was rising.

I withdrew Ben's rod from my mouth, and ran my tongue down the
underside of it until I reached his balls. I traced the central line up and over his
sack, then pulled his solid thigh forward – it came to lie across the side of my
head – to allow me to kiss and lick my way across his perineum, towards his
perfect, pink ring. Paul shifted too, and he brought Ben's wet cock-head towards
him, slowly and deliberately running his lips down over it and taking it into his
mouth. Both of Ben's thighs were now drawn up, and my head rested on his left
leg as I finally reached his ring. He was now taking the whole length of my cock
into his mouth, in between switching back to Paul, but he paused and let out a
long, low wail of excitement as my tongue plunged into him as far as I could
reach. I began to give rhythmic thrusts, clamping my lips into firm contact with
the delicate skin around his hole. The wet sounds that this contact was causing
merged with Paul's slurping on Ben's cock, then with the noises from Ben's
exploration of ours. We had found a plateau; a combination of connections that
joined the three of us in harmony with each other, and we sustained it for some
minutes. The way Ben's meaty buttocks filled my hands, as I gripped and
parted them to allow fuller access to his hole, was overwhelming; I licked and
probed his most intimate place continuously. He pushed back against me as he
gently thrust himself into Paul's mouth, and used his own – along with his
hands – on Paul and myself.

After a while I had the urge to move; I was feeling a little constrained in
that position all of a sudden. I extricated my legs from beneath the boys,
drawing them up to the headboard. Paul shifted, and came to lie on his back, as
Ben rolled onto his knees, loomed over him, and took his cock back into his
mouth. Paul slipped over so that he was directly beneath Ben, whose arse was
in the air, and continued to suckle on him. I lay horizontally at the top of the
bed, and watched the two of them for a while; Ben, on his knees, lying prone
over Paul; both immersed in the pleasure they were giving and receiving. My
eyes came to rest on Ben's superb behind. He had placed a knee either side of
Paul's head, so his buttocks were slightly apart, as well as being curved up and
back in all their meaty splendour. As I sat up on my haunches, tucked in
between those wonderful globes and the headboard, I gripped his hips,
encouraging him to move down the bed a little, which he did; Paul had little
choice but to shuffle down as well. Now I was right behind Ben, and watching
the gentle movement of his hips – accompanied by occasional involuntary
twitches and thrusts – as my hands roved up and over his behind. I leaned
forward, and once again my mouth closed over his hole and I began to
penetrate him with my tongue; he bucked back into me as I did so. I pulled my
head back, and moved forward onto my knees, spooning myself into him and
making as much contact between us as I could; he pushed himself back into
me, and held himself there, immobile, for a few seconds. I had to connect with
him again, and – wetting my two fingers with some of the copious fluid oozing
from my cock – I placed them at the entrance to his arse, and moved them
around, and then into him. He broke the contact between his mouth and Paul's
cock to let out another long moan, and pushed back into my fingers, which
entered him fully in one movement, as his cock slipped from Paul's mouth, up
and out of reach. He sawed himself back and forth onto my penetrating hand.
Then, drawing my fingers out of him, I moved my knees forward, gripped my
dripping cock with my hand, placing the head directly into contact with his well-
lubricated hole. I could not wait, and pushed forward, feeling myself slide easily
into that tight tunnel, pausing when my head was fully inside him. But Ben
immediately pushed himself backwards onto me, and the rest of my rigid cock
slipped inside him in a single movement. Ben became immobile, and gasped,
then sighed, then – as I felt his ring relax slightly – let out a long 'Mmmmmm!'
I began a slow movement out, and then back in again, burying myself into his
delicious behind until my balls were pushed into his perineum; then again. The
feel of his tight hotness around my cock was so intense, I felt like I would
explode.

After a moment, I saw Paul's blond head – with hair now slicked with
sweat – emerge from beneath Ben, who held himself up on his elbows as Paul
moved around, coming to kneel facing me, directly in front of Ben's head. Ben
immediately got to work on Paul's cock, taking the whole length of him into his
mouth, and I could see the look of wide-eyed pleasure on Paul's face as he
humped his hips into Ben. Paul's lean, athletic body was an amazing sight; his
long, muscled legs were taut as he knelt, and the fuzzy hairs that covered the
fronts of his thighs carried several lines of running sweat. His shoulders were
slightly hunched forwards, as he was running his hands all over Ben: up and
down his back; through his hair; gripping beneath his armpits and pulling him
closer as he continued the rhythm of the face-fuck. As I plunged into Ben, and
pulled out again, my hands also went everywhere. Paul and I locked our gaze
onto each other, and I watched the awed and intense expressions that passed
across his face. The three of us were in rhythm with each other; Ben was
pushing back into me as I thrust myself forward into him, and I pulled him
further onto me by the hips; Paul was pushing his hips forward as Ben withdrew
from me on my outward stroke; Ben himself was fully focussed on this two-way
penetration of mouth and arse, and his back was slippery with sweat. As I
leaned into him, Paul did the same, and our faces came close together, then we
joined in a deep kiss, each throwing an arm around the other to draw him
closer. Our hot mouths were sliding over each other, with our tongues engaged.
Paul disengaged, and concentrated for a moment on his invasion of Ben - his
mouth hanging open and his eyebrows furrowed in concentration – before
returning to me. He was moaning into my mouth repeatedly, and his thrusting
movement was becoming more urgent. His hips began to make their own
sudden jolts, and he pulled his face from mine once again, looking down at Ben,
then back up at me, but he was not focussing on my face. I wrapped both my
arms around his shoulders as he began to let out loud, voiced gasps as his eyes
widened. Then he was over the edge, crying out in relief several times, and I
heard Ben coo as he took each strong jet of Paul's seed into his mouth,
swallowing as much as he could. This was enough for me, and I made long and
deep thrusts, still holding onto Paul, into my Ben, who was pushing back onto
me hungrily. Just as I was about to go over the edge myself, I felt a rhythmic
tightening of Ben's ring muscle and heard him call out in surprise, firing out his
own load beneath me. I let out a single cry, and felt myself explode hotly deep
inside my boy, again and again, then making a few final thrusts.

I collapsed forward into Paul's arms, then all three of us rolled over as I
pulled myself back out of Ben. We came to lie on our sides, with Ben spooning
into me and Paul facing him. We were all breathing hard, then gradually
recovered and lay there, all three of us intertwined, wordless.


The End of Chapter Three



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