Date: Mon, 25 Mar 2013 12:25:09 +0000 (GMT)
From: penny cox <pennycox694@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: My Little Round Bottom

One of my earliest pleasures was feeling something against my bottom. Just
pulling on a pair of underpants and looking in the mirror, seemed to give
me so much pleasure, but I didn't really know why. As I got a liitle older,
I discovered Mums' panties, and if I was alone in the house, I'd go into
her bedroom, undress and pull on a pair of her panties while looking in the
mirror. Oh, pulling them right up until they slipped in between the cheeks
of my bottom felt so lovely, made even better by me carressing my bottom as
I watched. When I was 9 or 10, I found that the crowded school bus was a
nice place to be. I could "accidentally" lean against somebody and touch
them with my bottom. If there was no-one to lean against, I'd lean against
the upright hand holding poles, pushing hard to make my cheeks part a
little.

A few months later, on a really packed bus, I was stuck in the middle of a
crowd, and not able to hold on anywhere. As the bus braked, accelerated and
cornered, I was flung against several different people. I had to hang on to
one man to stop myself falling over. I said sorry and smiled at him, and he
suggested I continue to hang on, so I innocently slipped my arm around his
waist and hooked my thumb over his belt. I looked up and mouthed "Thankyou"
to him. I noticed that my arm was hidden by his suit jacket, so nobody
could see my predicament. As the bus continued it's bumpy journey, I was
sndwiched tight in the middle of the crowd, but at least my bottom was
touching things from time to time. I moved my bottom backwards and from
side to side, searching for somebody to touch, then suddenly something
touched me.

At first I wasn't sure what it was, but soon I realised that it was a hand,
but who did it belong to??? I looked over at the man whose belt I was
hanging on to. Both his hands were in view so it wasn't him. I looked left
and right but all I could see were the crowd that were nearly crushing
me. The hand stayed still for quite a while, then moved, as if
exploring. All over one cheek, then across to the other, then back. It was
nice, and not knowing whose hand it was, made it more exciting. I didn't
want to know, I just wanted it to carry on. As the bus lurched along, the
annonymous hand was all over my bottom. It was so nice, but all too soon
the bus stopped outside my school. As I pushed my way through the crowd, I
looked back. I was hoping he may be looking at me, but no-one was.

A couple of days later, the bus was crowded again, and I had to push myself
on. I made for the same spot, and got into the middle again. I fell against
someone as the bus lurched. I looked up and saw thw same man. He whispered
to me to hold on again and smiled. This day he had a long coat on and had
to undo it so that I could slip my arm around him. Once again my thumb was
hooked into his belt, and no-one could see. After a while, I felt a hand on
my bottom again. I looked around, but no-one was looking at me. I looked
over at the man whose trousers I was using to stand up. I could only see
one hand, was it him I wondered. I pushed my bottom back against the hand,
as a signal that I liked it, and the hand responded by fondling both my
cheeks. My little cocklet was growing in my trousers and I started to want
his other hand inside my pants. The hand went round and round, it felt so
lovely. Then it stopped and I felt fingertips trying to slip down the
 back of my trousers. They couldn't, my belt was too tight, but they kept
on trying. I swung my sachel round to the front to hide my hand which was
quickly loosening my belt a few notches. Eventually I undid my belt and
trouser fastening, and just held onto the trousers behind the sachel, to
stop them falling down.

I felt some tugging going on at the back and then the fingertips were
slowly sliding downwards. In seconds a hand was down the back of my
underpants, and carressing my bare cheeks. It took a few seconds to get
used to the idea of having a complete strangers hand inside my pants. I
soon decided that I liked it very much, and pushed my bottom backwards as
another sign. I felt and heard someone shuffling up against me. He must be
trying to make sure nobody could see what he's doing, I thought. The hand
carressed each cheek several times, then the fingertips started to prise
then apart slightly, then just one fingertip slipped down in between my
cheeks, and began to explore. "OOOhhhhhhhh" When it touched my boy-hole, I
let out a little sigh, I couldn't help it. The man whose trousers I had
hold of looked round at me. I looked up and smiled. "OOhhhhh" Another
touch. The third time, it stopped and started to push, very very gently. I
was loving it, especially
 when the tip slipped into my boy-hole. Another "Ohhh". For the rest of the
journey, it kept sliding in and out, sending waves of pleasure right
through me, and my fully hard boy-cock. Suddenly it was my stop next and I
had to give my belt a tug to tell him. The hand was removed, my trousers
done up, and I pushed my way through the crowd. I looked back and saw an
elderly man smiling at me. Was it him.????

For the next few weeks, I wore my gym shorts to school, with my trousers
safely in my sachel, but no action on the bus. I was just another schoolboy
in his shorts. It seemed ages until the bus was full again when it stopped
for me. I pushed my way on and through to the ususal spot. Looking up, I
saw the man who'd let me hang on "Want to hang on"? he whispered.  "Yes
please" I mouthed back, and slid my hand round under the long coat. There
was something different. No belt, and thin trousers with an elasticated
waist. As I hooked my fingers under the waistband, they slipped down
slightly, and as I didn't want his trousers to fall down, I just slid my
fingers down into the trousers and found the waistband of his pants, and
slid my fingertips down into them an inch or two. I looked up at him. He
smiled and mouthed "It's ok". As the bus lurched along, my hand was pushed
further down inside his pants until it was cupped over his right
cheek. Again I looked up
 and mouthed "Sorry" He mouthed "Just hang on" I did and was soon gripping
his cheek gently, but letting it move with the bus. The movements of the
bus meant that my hand slid all over that cheek, from being over his right
hip to down underneath, almost on the back of his thigh, to coming up,
straddling both cheeks, with my middle fingertip seeming to naturally slip
in between. I finally gripped his right hip and pulled myself to
him. "That's better" he whispered.

I felt and heard that familiar shuffle behind me, and looking over my
shoulder, saw the same elderly man slipping a long coat over his shoulders
and stepping up to me. No-one should be able to see him playing with my
bottom, with that long coat hanging at each side I thought, and just then I
felt a hand on my bottom. A nice warm hand through the thin material of my
shorts. It was so lovely, knowing that no-one could see what he was
doing. I felt my shorts being tugged down, and tried to hold onto them, but
my bottom must now be exposed. I felt 2 hands on my cheeks, and for a
moment or 2, enjoyed some beautiful bottom carressing, then my cheeks were
being parted and ..."OOhh"...an uncontrolable moan as his finger touched my
boy-hole. In seconds it was eased into me, and I was enjoying his finger
beind slipped in and out, in and out. I could feel some more fumbling from
behind me, and something else was pressing against my bare bottom
cheeks. The old man
 had his cock out and was slapping it against my cheeks. I could hear the
noises. Looking around I couldn't see anyone taking any notice. Suddenly
the finger was pulled out. I was enjoying that, I thought, and I want it
back in. My cheeks were being parted again, but this time something bigger
was easing in between them, and searching up and down.

I knew it was the old mans' cock, but it felt even better than the finger
exploring. He was rubbing it up and down my bottom crack, and once again
the uncontrolable "OOhhhh"s slipped out as his cock-head touched my
boy-hole, several times. Because of all the enjoyment, I had lost track of
where my hand had gone. It had slid off his hip, and disappeared down over
his cheeks and was now about to slide in between his legs. I looked up at
him and whispered "Sorry" and before I could pull it back, he whispered
"Leave it there, it feels nice" When I saw him wink at me, I pushed my hand
further into his crotch until I hand his balls cupped in my hand. I
squeezed them gently, looked up and saw him mouth "That's nice". The cock
was still being rubbed up and down my crack, and I could feel a new
movement. I was sure that the old man was having a wank. I could feel
slipperiness between my cheeks. The cock was slipping nicely on the old
mans clear juices. Now and
 again the old man would stop and push his cock against my boy-hole. Oh, I
knew I wanted a mans' cock up my bottom, easing in and out and cuming all
his spunk deep inside me. Just out of reach in his crotch, I knew he had a
hard-on, and I desperately longed to see it, touch it, wank it and see it
spurt it's creamy cum.

Just then, I felt the cock between my cheeks being thrust quite hard up
against my boy-hole. Two, three, four times. Then lots of
slipperiness......the old man was cuming his lot between my
cheeks.........Oh it felt so good. In seconds my shorts were being pulled
up and I felt his wipe his cock on the back of them. He stayed up against
me, shielding the passengers from where my hand was, as I contiuned to
carress those lovely soft, hairy balls, but my stop was coming up. Both men
seemed to know it, as hands were withdrawn and clothes pulled up. Once in
school, I went into a toilet cubicle and took my shorts off. They were all
damp at the back and along the crotch. I lifted them to my nose and
sniffed....oh lovely......I poked my tongue out and licked one small damp
patch.....it tasted heavenly.

After the school holidays and an 11th birthday I stood at the stop in new
gym shorts, shinier, briefer and with nice little slits up each leg. I got
on, but it was a double-decker, with only a few standing. I saw the two men
sitting on a seat at the back, and pushed my way through. "There's no seats
left, but you can sit on my knee" said the old man out loud, as if was
normal for a boy to sit on a mans' knee. "Ok" I whispered, pushing my way
right into the corner seat, where the old man was sitting. He opened his
coat to expose his lap, and like me, he had gym shorts on. I slowly lowered
my bottom onto his lap, and looked at the man sitting next door, the man I
usually hold onto. There were just the two seats, with a luggage rack
opposite. Everyone was facing forwards, away from us, and I was squeezed
into the corner, out of sight. The man who usually holds me up took his big
coat of and laid it across his lap. They were both in gym shorts, and it
was
 nice to be able to glance down at the lap next door and see a bulge. I
could feel the old mans' bulge, it felt nice and I soon began to wriggle
about, getting it trapped between my cheeks.  Reading his lips I saw "Lift
your legs up onto my lap"...so I obeyed. He lifted up his big coat, I swung
my legs round onto his lap, and the coat was replaced, covering me from my
plimsoles, all of my shorts, and halfway up my chest. I had to do a lot of
wriggling to get the old mans' cock back between my cheeks, but I managed
it.

I smiled at both men, as the older man put his arm around my shoulder and
pulled me down so the my head rested on his shoulder. "Take your shorts
off" he whispered very softly. I looked up the coach, no-one was looking at
us, so I slipped my hands under the coat and started to wriggle them down
onto my legs. The other mans hands disapperared under the coat, and he
pulled them from the other end. Suddenly my shorts appeared for a second,
before being popped into a pocket, out of sight. My bare bottom was
wiggling around on the old mans shorts.....It felt good. The old man
started wriggling himself, and with help from his friend next to him, I saw
a pair of shorts appear around his ankles. "Pick them up please" he
whispered, so I leant the other way and reached down for them. As I picked
them up, I started to sit up straight, and OOhhhh a lovely cock was pushing
up against my bottom. Again I was pulled across onto his shoulder. Reaching
down under the
 coat, I ran my hands down over my naked tummy, over my stiffening cock,
and further down between my legs. I moved myself sideways so that I was
sitting on his thigh, and felt between my legs again........Wow, I felt the
old mans' cock. I took hold of it and began to play with it. In seconds he
had a full hard-on, which was laying against my balls. I stared to wank him
off. A hand appeared under my bottom cheek. I lifted my cheek on one side
and the hand slid under me.

After some wriggling, a fingertip found my hole, then slipped inside. I
rolled over onto one cheek to give him room, and in seconds his middle
finger was fully up my bottom, easing in and out. I looked up at him, blew
him a little kiss and mouthed "That's lovely". Rolling a little futher over
and snuggling up to his shoulder, I felt a second finger being gently
inserted, but the bus movement made it ease in too quickly and it hurt. The
other man handed him a little tube of something which he hid under the
coat. Lots of wiggling and fidgeting followed, then the fingers were pulled
out. I wriggled my bottom back over his lap and found a rock-hard slippery
cock sliding in between my cheeks.  "OOOhhhhh" I moaned as it found my
hole. We stayed still for a while, then I started to really wiggle
about. His cock-head seemed to be firmly over my boy-hole, and he was
pushing upwards. I wasn't sure what to do so I started to clench and
release my bottom muscles,
 over and over again. The more I did it, the more his cock-head seemed to
fit better up against my hole . Suddenly there was a burst of pain as my
boy-hole gave way. I stiffled a cry against his shoulder, but seconds later
the pain had almost gone away, and I realised that his cock-head was
already inside me. A little more wriggling and I could feel it slowly
slipping further up into my boy-hole.

By rolling from side to side and lifting a little, I was able to ride up
and down on it. Suddenly there were hands on my boy-cock, and as I looked
down at the coat, I saw wanking movements. Having a mans' cock up my bottom
was heavenly, riding him was heavenly....all I wanted now was his spunk,
deep inside me. Hands were wanking me, another was on my balls, then I
could feel a fingertip on my boy-hole, It was feeling the cock that was up
inside me. Soon I was shooting my school-boy load somewhere under the
coat. The man beside us whispered "He's cuming", and seconds after that the
cock up my bottom was thrust upwards strongly. Lots of thrusts, a soft
slapping sound then the old man moaned and I felt 3 or 4 strong spurts of
cum erupt deep inside me. "It's my stop" I said quietly


End of Part One