Date: Tue, 3 Jan 2017 22:29:47 +0000
From: Ares God Of War <ares10x8@gmail.com>
Subject: On The Bus - Chapter 1

On the bus – chapter one

Please note all of this story is fictional, and while I find the fantasy
of being young and lucky enough to chance meet a hung older guy who freely
gives his meat to be played with, the reality is that for young people it
can be a scary experience. Don't act out your fantasies with young boys,
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I was so excited! Mum said now that I was in my last year of school and had
just turned ten years old that I was a big boy and could catch the bus to
school like my friends. I felt so cool being independent and fantasised
about stepping off the bus instead of being carpooled.

I woke up the Monday after my birthday weekend and got dressed and ready as
usual. I was never the best at keeping time and watched in horror as the
school bus drove down past my road while I was still drinking milk from my
cereal bowl. With a sudden panic I threw on a coat, grabbed my bag and
dashed out the house. After getting to the end of the road just a short
throw from my house I realised it was stupid as the bus had gone. I slowed
to a walk and made my way to the public bus stop where the school bus
picked up its usual horde. The public bus followed ten minutes after so I
decided to wait for it.

The bus came and I paid the pound to ride. I took a seat at the back (hey I
was a big, cool kid now). I walked past a guy about mid 30's, late 30's. He
was wearing a tight t shirt and it showed off his big arms. I liked guys
with muscle so I stared a little but was keen to stake my claim to the cool
seats.  The ride to school was shorter on a public bus as it made less
stops, but it still took 25 minutes. After a short while I was bored of
sitting up high at the back and began to watch the people on the bus. It
was fairly empty, an elderly lady who seemed barely awake got off at the
next stop and I could hear people upstairs on the two deck bus. There was
just myself, muscles and a mum with a baby in a pushchair on the ground
floor. She was fully focused on her baby and seemed boring so I spent the
rest of the journey staring at the muscle guy. Occasionally he'd put his
hand behind his head and it would flex those big biceps. He alternated
between putting his arms up and slowly rotating his shoulder nearest the
window. I couldnt see what was going on but I had filthy thoughts that were
probably much better. He got up one stop earlier than my destination. Just
me and cry baby's mom now.

I got to school just in time and the day passed uneventfully.

The next morning I ended up waiting for the school bus but it didn't
arrive. I must have missed it, I couldn't fathom why. I was there 5 minutes
early and hadn't seen it go by.  But I guess busses don't run like
clockwork. So again the public bus was my saviour. A little wave of
happiness went through me as I saw muscles again. A regular! If only the
school bus had him on I might be more motivated to get up earlier. I sat
opposite him and watched him when he wasn't looking in my direction. The
inflight entertainment today was him freely grabbing his crotch and
shifting stuff about. I found it so hot when guys rearranged
themselves. How big does it have to be to need adjustment from causing
discomfort? He got off again at the stop before my school stop. I made a
mental note of it and wondered where he had come from. Maybe a night
worker. Who knows.

I was late to school this time and got detention so had to stay back
late. The school had a later bus for other classes so they had child safety
covered. I went to wait at the stop but the public bus came first. Good old
faithful. It was cold so I thought to hell with getting the school bus. In
winter, in the dark and cold you took whichever came first.

The bus was quite full because of the home. To my delight, muscles was
there. And with one of the few available seats next to him. My new riding
buddy, I thought to myself. I was doubtful as to whether to sit next to an
old lady or mr muscle. I wanted to see him closer up so I took the seat
next to him. He looked over as I sat down and gave a nervous and polite
grin. He didn't seem to mind so I sat and put my bag in my lap and my hands
on top and sat like a good little school boy should. He smelled good. Musky
with sweet and woody aftershave.

After the next stop the courtesy lights came on and the seat behind us
vacated. I wondered if I should move, would it be rude, would it be rude
not to? I was comfortable so I stayed. As the bus pulled away the lights
dimmed back down and the guy next to me spread his legs a little and closed
them again. He did this a few times quickly before grabbing at his crotch
and pulling the material out. Readjusting himself, hot. Right there next to
me, so hot. I don't know if it was just because he'd pulled everything up
and rearranged, but the mound in his pants looked sizeable. He let one leg
fall against the side of the bus and the other as far out as he could so
that it was making a light contact with my own leg. He moved his hand to
his thigh and stopped moving. I looked up and he was staring right at
me. Oh damn, I'd been crotch gazing and got caught. I politely coughed and
looked straight ahead. The next stop and a lot of the bus emptied. I
considered moving but was too intrigued about what would happen. I reasoned
that if he wanted the seat to himself he'd have moved, so I stayed put.

The bus pulled away again and the lights went back down. As my eyes
adjusted back to the darker interior I noticed movement and looked down
again. His cock was twitching in his sweatpants. He must have been tensing
to make it jump. When it hit the fabric of his pants and strained against
the thin material I could see a thick, bulbous head and an impressive
length. He moved his hand into his lap, positioning his finger over the tip
of where the head of his cock would be and slowly rand his thumb and finger
back and forth over the wide head. He began rubbing his hand over the
length of his cock. Occasionally he'd grasp his meat, holding the shaft in
his hand through his sweatpants which revealed how thick it was and then
squeeze before going back to stroking. I looked up at the cocky grin on his
face and knew he knew I liked what I was seeing. He continued to stroke his
dick to hardness and then let go, allowing it to spring back where I could
easily make out the thick shape reaching over his hip to his side where it
pointed directly at me. I wondered if he was commando.  The bus slowed and
the lights came up. Big dick muscle guy crossed his hands over his waist to
shield his obvious boner from one or two people passing down the aisle. I
took one last look at his legs and then clocked his face, grinning again
before I got off at my stop.