Date: Tue, 18 Apr 2017 09:11:33 +0100
From: Ares God Of War <ares10x8@gmail.com>
Subject: On The Bus - Chapter 2

On the Bus – Chapter 2

Hey folks, hopefully you'll enjoy this more adventurous chapter. Usual
warnings apply, this is a wholly fictitious scenario but one I fantasised
about much growing up. If you enjoy the forum for these stories consider
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I'd been getting a lot of detentions lately for my tardiness. My mom
queried it and asked why Id been late so much. I managed to convince her it
was because the school bus was so unreliable and often went early. She
scolded me for not leaving earlier but was equally annoyed at the busses
reliability. She said she would contact the school but didn't have time
this week so gave me some extra money to catch the public bus. A major win
for me.

I decided to try and work out Mr muscle's schedule. The thought of him
teasing his cock in front of me got me excited and thrilled in ways I
couldn't explain. Bear in mind I was young and didn't know what gay
was. But I knew I wanted another encounter. I caught the school bus in the
morning and the public bus home. There was no guy. At least this told me
his route was regular. Over the next couple of days, I didn't really see
him and I started to get disheartened. But I did learn some useful
things. His route was indeed regular and on the second day of my public bus
scouting I saw him get off the bus, but from the upstairs ... so he didn't
have a favourite spot.

I decided to be more daring in my scouting, so instead of getting off one
morning at the school stop, I thought it wouldn't hurt to stay on until the
next stop to see if he got off. I had to know if he lived nearby. I knew
the stop was only at the bottom of the road but as the bus pulled away from
my usual stop I felt panic rise in me for breaking my routine. I thought
myself stupid for taking such an unknown risk... how far would I go? One
stop, two? The end of the line? I calmed myself thinking it was just a bus
and there's no harm. Id just wait and see then decide. My luck was in! The
stop bell rang and I looked up to see him step off the last stair to the
upper deck and wait by the door. I got up too just as the bus slowed and
stepped into the air behind him.

He began to walk up, the way the bus had come and I followed. Followed him
and followed the road back to familiarity towards the school. He looked
around and smiled at me, I smiled back.  "Hey, Kid. Did you forget to get
off at the school?"

I was a little dumbstruck. I stayed silent. Did he know I was following
him? Or was I just obviously due to school?

"You do usually get off one stop back, don't you?" He asked clearly not
accepting my silence.  "Yeah but I'm early and I like to walk a little" I
lied.

He seemed to buy it but we were talking and I couldn't let such an
opportunity pass.

"Where are you off to, mister?" I pushed my chances, hoping this would be
the winning info on my scouting venture.

"Home. I'm coming off the night shift and live just there." He indicated to
a detached house a few plots ahead.

With that we parted for now and I made my way to school. So, I thought to
myself, shift work, nights, close to school and a regular on the bus
route. Some useful info from what I considered a risky set of actions,
though in reality it was just a little walk outside of my usual routine.
All through the day I ran plans through my head about what to do next. I
had the perfect plan.  After school, I stayed late (detention again). But
instead of waiting on the bus I decided to walk further down to the next
stop where I had gotten off this morning. To his stop. I was alone until
the bus came and I got on disappointed. As I was paying my fare, I felt the
bus lurch slightly as someone got on behind me. Someone heavy, like a mid
30's bulk of muscle heavy! I didn't want to be obvious so I turned into the
bus and clocked the half full lower deck. I took a breath and decided to go
upstairs.

As I stepped onto the narrow staircase I glanced 90 degrees over my
shoulder and there he was. I slowly climbed the stairs and poked my head
out the top. The upper deck was surprisingly empty, save for a scruffy
looking man asleep on the front seat with some bags hunched in front of him
and smelling strongly of booze. I headed straight for the back seat and sat
down facing forward.  As I sat and looked up I clocked Mr muscle halfway
down the aisle walking straight for me. Just as the lights dimmed he stood
in front of me and moved one leg over mine. I thought he was trying to get
past but he sat down directly in front of me, facing me. The seats at the
backs of busses for those of you who don't know have their own aisle,
allowing people to sit facing each other like the booths in trains.

He spread his legs open slightly, each one being either side of my own,
surrounding me. He shuffled slightly, pushing his hips closed to the edge
of the seat and forcing his legs slightly further apart.

"Hey. You enjoying a little walking again after missing the school bus?" He
asked with a smirk.

"Ermm ... " was all I could manage.

He turned his head to gaze out the window. As he his eyes left me he let
out a knowing `hmnph' with his smirk. My heart pounded, he clearly knew Id
been waiting to get a seat with him again.

He wasted no time in putting on the show Id come for. Still looking out of
the window he extended one well defined arm across the back of the seat and
used his other hand to cup his bulge. He was in plain, grey sweats. They
were very thin and loose, allowing him to easily grab a handful, though it
looked like there was more than a handful to be grabbed. He coughed a
little clearing his throat as he pulled up at his crotch and rose his ass
off the seat, moving his hips further still to the edge of his seat, and
making his knees touch my seat.

I was scared stiff but exhilarated at the same time. I couldn't move, but
now he was almost hugging my legs with his. He had his hand resting on his
bulge, just centimetres in front of my knees while my own hands were frozen
on my lap as I stared down, watching him slowly and gently massage his
mound to life.

We went over a speed bump and the bus jumped and swayed, the turns and
bumps in the road more obvious this high up. The vibration shook me and I
relaxed slightly after sitting so stiffly. Mr muscle's hand and bulge
jiggled with the bump and he carried on the motion in his crotch by lifted
his still cupped balls and cock up and down, less subtly now as his hand
filled out and opened up more to accommodate the growing bulge.

I wasn't sure when he had turned his head but he was looking at me now. He
smiled and slowly sat forward taking his arm off the back of the seat and
letting it rest on his leg, his hand hovering in the gap between his bulge
and my knees while his other continued to work on his cock.  "You like what
you see so far?"

I couldn't answer but I looked him in the eye and nodded my head ever so
slightly. That smirk again. In one fluid, but gentle motion he began to sit
back, taking his hand off his crotch, leaving his half hard cock pointing
to his knee. He withdrew the arm resting on his leg as he sat vertically
and in a continuing smooth motion picked up my wrist as his hand passed
over it, pulled it towards his thigh and pressed my hand down onto the
clearly defined curve of his thick pole in his sweatpants which was half
way down his leg now.

He slouched fully back, his knees press into my seat and my arm reaching
over, still frozen in place on his cock. He let go of my wrist. I could see
he was waiting for me but I was in shock. Id never felt a dick before, or
even seen one. But I was very curious about what it would be like and it
was happening. I could feel the firm, warm bulge under my hand and savoured
the moment.

"Go ahead" he said under his breath, clearly a little nervous. He must have
thought it was wrong but to me it felt right. After his verbal prompt
didn't cause me to do anything he placed his hand on my own this time and
squeezed gently, then rolled his palm from my wrist to my fingers, causing
my hand to apply pressure to his member and give me a better feel for its
size and girth.

He took a firmer grip of my hand and rubbed it from halfway down his cock
to the tip and back up before letting go and leaving me in control again. I
didn't need any encouragement this time. I had felt his semi flaccid cock
and wanted to explore. I began to trace the outline of the bulge with my
fingers first, running the tips over the top of the stretching material
down his thigh to the tip until they dropped off onto his firm leg.

I curved my hand and rubbed from just behind the head of his cock halfway
towards its base then back again the tip and squeezed slightly. It didn't
take long for his cock to straighten out and rise towards his hip as he
became fully hard. I had to scooch further off my seat to reach my new play
thing. I wasn't done exploring. He moaned as I fully grabbed his hard shaft
at mid point, picking it up and stroking it back and forth like I had seen
him do a few days before, but in very small movements. It was rock hard and
heavy. I noted that my hand looked small against its length and couldn't
quite wrap it around the circumference. The material got in the way a
little but I could have easily gotten both my hands wrapped around it twice
over and still not quite have it all covered.

My exploration, grabbing, stroking and squeezing continued for a few more
minutes until he placed his hand on mine. I had kind of forgotten he was
there I was so engrossed by the new sensations.  "Oh baby I can't take this
much longer and your stop is coming up."

He had obviously been watching my routine as I had been watching his to
know my stops.

"Just let me guide you."

He began to move my hand with his up and down his cock. He put his other
hand into his waist band and I felt his cock press into my hand as he
firmly wrapped his hand around mine, curving my fingers around his girth as
much as I could while his own hand completed the circle. The material was
lifted enough from his hand inside his pants that I could see he had no
underwear. I glanced back to the sleeping guy, no longer quite fixated on
exploring the shape of his cock. He hadn't moved an inch.  Muscles kept his
other hand inside his sweatpants while the one holding mine kept a firm
grip and began to move quickly from his hip to the fist of his other hand
for no more than a minute. Suddenly he let go of my hand and I pulled mine
back to me, a little taken aback. He used his controlling hand to pull down
the sweatpants and pull out his monster! Seeing it stand vertical for a few
seconds had me in awe as he pushed the sweatpants down to his covered
balls, his previously hidden hand holding the base of his beast in a tight
grip while holding back the material. He moved the hand that had guided
mine back to his cock now it was free and frantically rubbed around the top
of his shaft and head until he slowed and paused briefly. Again I was in
awe at seeing every detail of his cock. It was like slow motion as we
passed street lights and I saw the veins cast small shadows over his wide
dick, perfectly shaped with a fat head looking ready to burst. I loved the
way it looked from the underside, the ridge in the middle of his cock
underneath pulsed as he held the tip of his cock in his hand and rubbed in
small movements.

He panted heavily and strained before grunting a few times. He used his
other hand that had been holding back his sweat pants to stroke the bottom
half of his cock this time, still holding the tip with his other. He
grunted again and again jerking his body slightly before I saw thick white
cream run slowly down either side of the ridge on his cock facing me and
ooze from between his fingers.

He exhaled and removed his hand from the tip of his cock, still holding it
at the base. He turned his hand over and flattened his fingers. His palm
was full of that stuff. He had big hands I know but even cupped it was full
and running over the sides of his palm. He karate chopped his hand to the
side, shaking off the cream with a heavy splat, audible even over the sound
of the engine. He wiped his hand on the seat then moved it to the base of
his cock with the other. He held it up for a moment admiring his own
mammoth cock like a soldier proudly holding his sword. His big, wide
sword. Then he breathed out heavily again and squeezed his hand from the
base to the tip of that sword, a white blob appeared in the middle of the
tip of his cock and turned into a small trickle that ran over his bulbous
head and onto the underside of his cock and he pushed it out, running his
hand up his shaft to meet the dribble. He finished the ascent up his
slightly deflating dick by running two fingers under his cock to the tip,
catching the white cream. He shook it off again but there was still some on
his finger and thumb.

"I hope you enjoyed that as much as I did. It was hot. Real hot ..., " I
heard the pause in the sentence and saw a naughty, mischievous look on his
face.

"You know what would be hotter? Hold still, I won't hurt you I promise, you
might even like it."  With that he lifted his hand to my chin and with his
wet finger, brushed the remnants of his cream over my bottom lip, pulling
it down slightly. It smelled salty but felt smooth on my mouth. With my lip
held slightly down he pushed his thumb into the gap and I instinctively
opened my mouth where he had enough room to push a few drops from his thumb
onto my tongue. He let go of my lip and rubbed his thumb lightly on my
tongue before wiping off what was left on his sweatpants.

It was tangy on my tongue, not at all unpleasant. In fact I swallowed a
couple of times and didn't mind the taste. I sucked at my lower lip and
swallowed again.

"Yeah I thought you might like that," He said thoughtfully before speaking
softer "... A natural."

He pushed the bell stop then started tucking his still hard but shrinking
dick into his sweats.

"This is your stop coming up, best get downstairs."

I stood up holding onto the rail. It felt cold and small compared to what
had just occupied it. I felt oddly dissatisfied at that. I looked down at
his covered cock. It was still easily visible and large though curving down
his thigh again instead of poking up over his hip.

"Hey, you can't tell anyone OK?" He commanded and slightly pleaded as he
grabbed my hand on the bus rail. "But if you're on time leaving school
tomorrow, why don't you take one of those walks and you can wait in my
house for the bus?" He winked at me as he let go of my hand and I walked to
the bus steps to get off.

I'd never had so much incentive to not get detention.