Date: Sun, 22 Sep 2013 16:52:18 -0400
From: Daniel1989a . <danielmatthews1989a@gmail.com>
Subject: Poker Boy

Poker Boy


     I had always loved playing cards, mainly because I was very lucky and
almost always won. As a young child I played mainly hearts, spades and
rummy with friends and relatives, but the year I turned 13 I discovered
online poker and a few days later I was hooked. I only played on the free
sites and within a couple months had built up quite a reputation as an
excellant player. As I started getting more and more hooked I started
playing my friends during school breaks, lunch and after school, as well as
at sleepovers. I learned quickly how to read their faces that told me if
they had a good or bad hand, and soon after I was winning almost every
hand, not to mention alot of their money as well. One weekend, after I had
turned 14 I had 3 of my friends sleeping over and after a few hours of
poker I had won all their money. Two of my friends took it well, but one of
my friends, Dan, was not happy at all, so when we were alone he challeneged
me to a re-match the next day after my two other friends left.

     The next morning after they left I asked Dan,

     "You don't have any more money Dan, what are we going to play for?"

     He looked at me seriously and said,

     "Come on Nick, just give me a break will ya, that's all my money, I'll
be in big trouble if my parents find out I lost it."

     I had always liked Dan, for many reasons, the main one being he was
very cute, but from what I had seen at school, he was also very straight. I
had known I was gay for a couple years and had to admit that I thought
about Dan almost everytime I jerked off, but knowing how straight he was, I
knew nothing would ever happen. I also knew I should have left it at that,
but for some reason knowing he was straight, made me want him even more,
and the longer i wanted him and was unable to have him, the more I thought
about humiliating him. Then he suprised me by taking off his very expensive
watch and saying,

     "I'll put this up against all the money you won off of us last night."

     His watch was worth a lot more than the money I had won, but deep down
I wanted to win it, my greed had been building ever since I started playing
poker and now for the first time I had the chance to win something of real
value, so I told him,

     "Okay, if you're sure dan, let's play."

     We sat down, the cards were dealt and when I looked I had a very srong
hand, two kings and after searching Dan's face I could see that he did not
but I could also see that he was getting ready to say something.

     "Any problem with raising the stakes Nick?"

     He was trying to bluff me, I couldn't believe it so I said,

     "What do you mean raise them, you don't have anything to bet."

     "C'mon Dan, cut me a break, I'll owe you okay?"

     We had discussed this already the previous night, all bets had to be
on the table, no I.O.U's were alllowed, so I reminded him of the rules and
watched his face as he thought hard about what to do. I knew he was
desperate to get his money back and I was enjoying his desperation. Finally
he asked,

     "Can't you give me a break, just this one time?"

     As I was looking at him, I was reminded by the expensive hooded
sweatshirt and clothes he was wearing, how rich his family was and how poor
mine was, so I suggested,

     "Okay Dan, I'll put double the money I won off you guys last night in
the pot and you can bet your hoodie."

     I saw him smile, and knew he was thinking he didn't care if he lost
it, his parents would just buy him another, then he pulled it up and off
and added it to the pot. The next three cards were then turned up, a king,
giving me three of a kind, and the 2 and 6 of spades. I saw Dan's face and
knew he had been hoping for other cards, but I could also see that he was
not terribly let down, leading me to think he had two spades in his hand
and was hoping for a flush. I wonderd what he was going to do, then smiled
when he said,

     "Want to raise the stakes again?"

     Something deep inside of me wanted to win eerything he had, so I said,

     "Up to you Dan."

     I saw him thinking, trying to figure the odds, then he smiled and
said,

     "These are almost $200 jeans, you put up the cash and I'll put up my
jeans."

     My heart was starting to pound in my chest at the thought of him
taking his pants off, and my chance to finally own a pair of good jeans,
but I remained calm on the outside and nodded my head. I watched as he
stood and undid them, then pulled them down and off and put them in the
pot, I got up and grabbed the cash from my hiding spot and added it to the
pot. When I sat back down opposite from him, I tried hard not to stare as
he sat there now wearing just underwear, socks and a t-shirt. The next card
was turned up, the 9 of spades and I saw right away that Dan's eyes lit up
and now knew he had hit the flush, but my hand was still strong, a 2,6 or 9
would give me a full house and another king would give me four of a kind so
I was ready when he suggested,

     "Raise the stakes again Nick?"

     I put on my best anxious face, even though I was quite calm and asked,

     "You don't really have much left to bet Dan."

     He looked down at himself and then said,

     "This t-shirt is almost brand new and cost over $50, I'll put that up,
you put up the cash."

     It was a nice t-shirt, nicer than any that I owned, but I was
determined to take him for everything so I said,

     "T-shirt and your socks too, I'll put $75 cash."

     His smile told me he was again thinking he would just get his parents
to buy him new ones, so I watched as he pulled his socks off and dumped
them in the pile and then pulled his t-shirt up and off and added it to the
pot. I stood and got the cash from my hiding spot, then since I was behind
him I openly stared at his naked back, loving how smooth and firm his skin
looked, then I sat and dumped the cash in the pot. I took a quick look at
his naked torso and almost went erect, I had never seen him with his shirt
off before and he was a sight to see. Nicely toned and defined and sitting
right in front of me wearing just expensive briefs, his cock outline
finally did it and I felt my own cock harden. I covered it with one hand
and then turned up the last card, the king of spades. I saw right away that
this made Dan's flush higher but it also gave me four of a kind, there was
no way he could win and that made my heart start to pound.

     Without thinking Dan blurted out,

     "Raise the stakes again?"

     The thought of him betting his underwear made me clear my throat, then
I calmed myself enough to ask,

     "Raise with what Dan?"

     He looked down at his almost naked body, then smiled and said,

     "My shoes, they're downstairs."

     Dan's shoes were the only thing he wore that were not kept in perfect
order, they were old and worn and a size too big for me, so I said,

     "Not really fair Dan, they're old and raggy and they wouldn't even fit
me."

     He looked discouraged, then picked up and said,

     "Okay, my shoes and my underwear, my briefs were expensive."

     I almost felt like I was going to pass out, but I also felt something
else, a deep need to humiliate Dan a bit, and knowing my two older sisters
were home I said,

     "Okay deal, go get your shoes, I'll put up cash."

     He looked at his underwear and asked,

     "Can I get them after the hand is over?"

     "You know the rules Dan, all bets on the table."

     He slowly stood up and walked out of my room, then down the stairs
quickly and then I heard him pounding back up the stiars, shoes in hand.
Damn I thought, my sisters had missed it. He dumped his shoes into the pot,
then sat down, gave me a quick glance and then awkwardly maneuvered his
briefs down and off and dumped them in the pot. He quickly covered himself,
not allowing me even a brief glance at his cock and balls. I put the cash
in and said,

     "Okay, call."

     His smile was huge as he turned over his cards, the ace and ten of
spades, giving him an ace high flush. He then smiled wider and said,

     "Beat that bitch, about time you went down."

     I slowly turned over one, then my second card and watched his smile
fade and be replaced by a look of utter shock, then a look like he was
about to start crying.

     "I can't believe it, I was sure I had you beat."

     Since he had just called me bitch, I decided to give him something
else to worry about, so I told him,

     "My parents are going to be home soon, I gotta get ready so you should
be on your way home Dan."

     His voice raised a bit as he said,

     "Go home how, I don't have any clothes on."

     The talk went back and forth, me loving Dan's increasing worry and
humiliation, then my utter triumphant feeling when I talked him into giving
me a hand job in exchange for me giving him a pair of my old shorts and his
shoes back to wear home. I re-lived the experience everytime I jerked off,
the way I humiliated him and the way his hand had felt on my hard cock, and
then when he was foolish enough to play me again, and he lost again, the
way his lips had felt on my cock as he gave me my first blow job. That had
happened right at the end of the school year and since I knew we were
moving, I had secretly taped the whole thing on my computer so I could
re-live it any time I wanted, and to humliate him even more, I had forced
him to walk home wearing just his shoes and underwear.

     Over the summer, I turned 15 and we moved to a new city, and since I
didn't know anybody I spent my time playing even more online poker, now
playing on pay sites. I had accumulated quite a bit of money for my age,
but I longed to play real people in person to give me a chance to humiliate
them like I had to Dan. After a lot of checking and searching I finally
found a poker tournament for teenagers, and although the prize was only a
trophy, it would be a chance to sharpen my skills as well as meet some
other people my age. I registered online, then made note of the directions,
seeing it would be a very long bus ride, and estimated that it would take
me at least 90 minutes to get there. I logged off and thought about what I
was about to do and almost talked myself out of going, thinking it was too
far, but the thought of meeting some people I could humiliate made my mind
up for me. I decided I would leave the next morning as soon as my parents
left for work, so to prepare, I got out enough money for bus fare, food and
some extra just in case. I slept well that night and was up early the next
morning for a fast shower and breakfast. I then dressed in the jeans and
t-shirt and hoodie I had won from Dan, put on his watch and a necklace I
had got from my grandparents.

     I then grabbed my gym bag and put my mp3 player, a book, a deck of
cards, bottle of water and some cookies in it, then just in case I got to
have a real game for moeny I grabbed most of the cash I had and jammed it
into my pockets. I pulled on the expensive pair of sunglasses I had bought
out of my winnings, then headed out to the bus stop. The bus arrived a few
minutes later and I climbed on, paid my money and took a seat for the long
ride. Most of the traffic was going in the other direction, so there were
only a couple people on the bus so I put on my ear phones and turned on my
mp3 player, then pulled out the deck of cards and started practicing my
shuffle. After about 10 minutes the bus had stopped a few times and a few
people had got on, including a man who looked to be about 70. As he
approached where I was sitting, he smiled at me, almost like he knew me, so
to be polite I smiled back, which caused him to smile even wider. He stared
longer than usual and then I saw his mouth moving and knew he had said
something, but with my music playing I hadn't heard him, so I pulled my ear
phones off and asked,

     "I'm sorry Sir, what did you say?"

     "I said, it seems you were in a hurry when you left the house."

     He then smiled even wider and I noticed his gaze kept going to my
crotch, then back up to my eyes, but had no idea what he meant, so I
shrugged my shoulders to show I didn't understand. He smiled again and
said,

     "The barn door is open."

     He laughed after he said that and I was starting to wonder if he might
have alzheimers or some other senior disease, so to be polite I smiled and
shrugged my shoulders again.

     He looked a bit surprised, then he said,

     "Kid, you're flying low."

     I saw his eyes go to my crotch again and suddenly it hit me, he was
trying to tell me my zipper was down. I felt my face go a bit red and was
about to reach down and zip up, but then the thing in my mind that needed
to humliate people kicked in, and since he was now staring at my crotch I
said,

     "Yep, just airing it out a bit."

     He looked at my eyes surprised, then caught himself, smiled as his
face reddened a bit and at that moment I knew he wanted to see more. We
were far enough towards the back of the bus and there were no other
passengers close by so I smiled widely at him and at the same time I spread
my legs which pulled my zipper even farther open. I had put on my tiny
bikini brief underwear this morning, and now that he was openly staring at
my crotch, knowing he could see that actually made my cock harden just a
bit. He had been standing in the aisle this whole time and I knew the
driver would say something so I was about to ask him to sit when he pointed
to the seat beside me and asked,

     "Mind if I take a seat?"

     I was sitting beside the window, so I smiled even wider at him, patted
the seat beside me and said,

     "Yes Sir, please do."

     My plan was to get him hot and bothered and then laugh or just get off
the bus and see the humiliation on his face. He quickly sat and told me his
name was Harry and as I shook his hand I told him my name was Nick. He
asked me where I was going and I noticed his eyes never left my crotch as I
told him I was going to the poker tournament, and when I checked, I saw a
bulge forming in the front of his pants. I briefly looked at his face and
saw it had reddened more and at first didn't understand his expression, but
then figured he was nervous and that if this was going to go any further it
was going to be up to me, so I asked,

     "Do you play poker?."

     He cleared his throat and said,

     "I used to, but haven't for quite sometime now"

     I could tell that he was loving sitting next to me, for a 15 year old
I knew I was pretty good looking, dark hair, blue eyes and I could also
tell that he liked how I looked.

     I heard him take in a loud breath of air, then he cleared his throat
again and said,

     "How long have you been playing?."

     "Several years, but seriously playing for the last couple of years."

     After some more small talk I asked,

     "The tournament is pretty far, I have about 80 more minutes to kill if
you would like, we could play until your stop comes."

     He hesitated, but then agreed and we played a few hands just for fun,
me letting him win, then I suggested,

     "You ever play for money?"

     He hesitated again, but then agreed and we started playing for
real. It only took me about 7 hands to win all his cash and he looked at me
and said,

     "I think I just got hustled."

     By this time we were the only passengers on the bus and I put on my
innocent face and said,

     "I think I just got lucky Sir."

     The whole time we had been playing his eyes had kept staring at my
open zipper so I casually spread my legs a bit more, opening the zipper
more, saw his face flush red, then he cleared his throat as he asked,

     "Any problem with upping the stakes?"

     "You sure? You have anything left to bet with?"

     He reached into his pocket and pulled out a gold watch on a chain and
even I could tell it was very old and worth a lot of money, more money than
I had ever seen before. As he held it by the chain I stared at it, admiring
it's beauty and actually found myself getting excited at the thought of
owning it. He then said,

     "I have this, but it's worth a lot more than the money you won off of
me."

     I had to have it, not just to own it but to humiiate this man so I
pulled all my money out, but when he told me the value of his watch it was
still a lot more than I had so I pulled off the watch I had won from
Dan. He looked at it for a long time, longer than normal and told me,

     "Nice watch, but mine is still worth a lot more than all of this."

     I finally offered my mp3 player, sunglasses and even my return bus
ticket, pretty much everything I had and he finally agreed. The biggest
hand of my life was dealt and I was amazed that I got two aces as my whole
cards, pocket rokets, the best starting hand you can get. My confidence
made me want to taunt him, but I kept my poker face, wishing I had more
money to bet. The next three up cards were an ace, the six of clubs and the
six of spades, giving me a full house and making me seriously wish I had
more money to bet. I almost laughed when he said,

     "Too bad, wish we could raise the stakes again."

     I checked his face and was sure he was trying to bluff me, I had
become very good at spotting the signs, then I told him,

     "Me too, but everyhting I have is in the pot Sir."

     "Too bad boy, too bad, you sure you don't have anything else, I would
love to teach you a lesson."

     His eyes kept darting to my zipper so to taunt him I let my right hand
gently run over my crotch, then said,

     "Like I said Sir, everything I have is in the pot."

     I watched as his hand went into another pocket and pulled out a gold
lighter, not as old as the watch, but very valuable and I was almost
panting I wanted it so badly. He then looked at me and asked,

     "Your sweatshirt and those jeans look expensive, what did you pay for
them?"

     My first thought was to tell him to go screw himself, but the way he
was twirling the lighter in his fingers made me want it even more. I had
won the jeans and hoodie and knew the lighter was worth a lot more than
they were so I made up a value but he laughed and said,

     "Not enough boy, add in your shoes and socks and you have a deal."

     "What? No way. I'd be sitting here in just my underwear."

     He twirled the lighter again, the light coming in through the bus
window glinting off of it, then started to put it back in his pocket. I had
to have it so I pleaded,

     "Okay, but how about I give you the clothes if I lose?"

     He laughed loudly, then looked at me and said,

     "Boy, you've been playing long enough to know that's not how it works,
all bets on the table."

     I looked as the lighter got closer to his pocket then called out,

     "Wait, let me see the lighter first."

     He smiled and held it open in the palm of his hand and as I picked it
up, my fingertips briefly touched the palm of his hand and for a split
second, it was like electricity was shooting through my entire body. Not in
a painful way, quite the opposite, the sensation was so pleasing I felt my
cock fully harden in my pants. I also felt my face redden a bit when I saw
he was staring at me, and though I had no idea why, it felt like he knew my
cock had just hardened. I pushed those thoughts out of my mind and checked
the lighter, pleased when I found the gold stamp meaning it was genuine.

     "Well boy, you can see it's real, so is it a bet or not?"

     I hesitated briefly and he stafrted to put it back in his pocket
making me almost call out,

     "Okay, okay, it's a bet."

     He dropped the lighter in the pile of money, then I looked around,
seeing again we were the only passengers then very slowly pulled my hoodie
up and off and dropped it on the pile. Harry was watching every move I made
even as I bent down to undo and then pull of my shoes and socks, adding
them to the growing pile. It felt very odd to be barefoot on a bus and as I
grabbed the bottom of my t-shirt I looked at him with pleading eyes, but he
just met my gaze so I pulled it up and off and added it to the pile of
clothes, money, watches and the lighter. His eyes scanned all over my naked
torso as he said,

     "Nice boy, you must work out."

     Seeing how much he was enjoyong this I wondered if I could make him
forget about my pants so I gently ran my hand across my chest and nipples
and then regretted it for two reasons. The first was I saw the bulge
growing at the front of his pants and my nipples had awalys been very
sensitive and touching them had made my own cock throb a bit more. He kept
staring at me, waiting and I knew he was not going to be fooled so I undid
the button, then the zipper and awkwardly pulled my jeans down and then off
and added them to the pile. I was now just wearing a very tight pair of red
bikini brief underwear and my cock was fully hard and Harry was staring and
enjoying the sight. It felt very strange to be almost naked on a bus but he
pulled me form my thoughts by saying,

     "Hey, you have a necklace, you never mentioned that."

     I had forgot all about it and told him that, but I was sure he didn't
believe me, but the bets had been placed. The next up card was the ten of
hearts, which did nothing for me and from what I could tell, did nothing
for Harry's hand either, but he again asked,

     "Raise the stakes again boy?"

     I was getting tired of him calling me boy but watched as he pulled a
ring I had not noticed from his finger. It was also gold, but had a diamond
set into it, and even I could tell it was real and I had to have it. He
looked at me, long, staring at my briefs,

     "My ring against your necklace boy, up to you."

     I hesitated, but then undid my necklace and added it to the pile as he
added his ring. The last up card was the ten of spades, which gave me an
even better full house and after working through the odds I was confident I
had him beat. I then watched as he pulled a very old expensive cigarette
case from another pocket and I had to have it, but was sure he would not
bet it against my underwear, so my mouth hung open in surprise when he
said,

     "This case against your underwear boy, up to you."

     I did not want to be naked in front of this old man and was about to
say no, but then I thought I was already almost naked, and all I had to do
was pull them off, show him my cards and then laugh while I pulled my
clothes back on and pocketed all his money and other stuff. I took a deep
breath and said,

     "You're on."

     He added the case to the pile, then I very awkwardly pulled my briefs
down and off and threw them on the pile, while covering my cock and balls
with my hands. Harry was gawking at me and I could see how excited he was
getting and for some reason that was making me excited as I felt my cock
pulsing under my hands. He then reached into the inside pocket of his
jacket and pulled out the most beautiful case I had ever seen. It was gold
and had differnt kinds of gems on the outside and when he opened it, inside
were very expensive grooming pieces, a gold comb, scissors and a few other
things. Again I had to have it, but now had nothing left, but Harry smiled
wider and asekd,

     "Up for a re-raise boy?"

     "As you can see, I don't have anything left."

     He looked me up and down, then said,

     "Oh, but you have that very beautiful body boy, and we still have a
good 30 minute bus ride left. You do what I say for those 30 minutes,
anythng I say and I put up this very valuable case, up to you boy."

     The way he was looking at me, like I was the sexiest thing on the
earth made me anxious and excited at the same time, but other than a few
hand jobs and the blow job Dan had given me, I was virgin. Harry must have
sensed my unease because he said,

     "Well boy, what's it gonna be?"

     "I'm not sure, I'm thinking."

     He smiled and said,

     "Don't worry, I promise I won't hurt you or make you do anything
unsafe."

     I checked my cards again, searched his face for a bluff then took a
deep breath and said,

     "Deal, you're on."

     I had to move one of my hands to turn my cards over which let my balls
show and his eyes stared at them instantly as I laughed and flipped over my
two aces and said,

     "Full house, aces and tens."

     I started to grab for my underwear, but he caught my hand, then smiled
widely and said,

     "Not so fast boy, those belong to me now."

     I then watched dumbfounded as he turned over his cards, two tens,
giving him four of a kind. I stared at them, my heart pounding as I
realised I had just lost everyhting I had, including my clothes, as well as
my final bet, which he wasted no time collecting on.

     "You have been in charge up to now and that is going to change right
now boy."

     He had not raised his voice, but it had taken on a stern, in charge
tone that caused me to almost jump a bit in my seat.

     "Put your hands on top of your head boy."

     Again his voice was so authoratative that I did what he said without
even thinking about it. I saw him looking me up and down and then he said,

     "You are very beautiful, this is going to be fun."

     He then reached over and carefully ran a finger all over my arm pit,
then slowly down my side which caused my cock to bulge even more and I let
out a low moan. He then ran his finger over my nipples and even picnched
them gently, then down my front to my abs, but stopping before he touched
my cock.

     "Yes, a very nice tight body indeed, boy hand me that bag you have at
your feet right now."

     I looked down and grabbed my gym bag and handed it to him. He opened
it and then gathered all my clothes, all the money and other bets and
stuffed them inside, then closed it and put it in the aisle beside his
seat.

     I felt his hand go behind my head while his other grabbed my shoulder,
then felt him turning me in my seat. He then leaned me backwards so the
back of my head was on his lap, then he said,

     "Boy, scootch up so the soles of your feet are on your seat."

     I did as he said, again without pausing and found that now the entire
front of my body was open to him. I could feel his erection on the back of
my head and found it a very odd sensation as my face looked up and out of
the bus window. With me laying down and much more exposed, he wasted no
time as his hands gently and slowly ran all over my chest, then down to my
abs and up my sides, causing me to moan even though I was trying not too. I
was stunned that even though I was not in the least attracted to him, he
was driving me crazy, his touch was making my cock bounce and throb like
never before in my life.

     "Yes, a very fine tight body indeed boy, and nicely tanned too."

     His hands worked over my chest, then down to my abs and then back up
again, where he rubbed and pinched my nipples. The next time his hands went
just a bit lower, then back up, then down over my abs again and this time
his hands almost made contact with my cock. I let out another moan as his
hands worked their way up to my nipples again, pinched them harder, then
slowly worked down to just barely brush across the head of my cock. His
finger then gently traced down my shaft, then across my balls then up my
shaft and as hard as I tried I could not help moaning again.

     "Yes, very nice boy, and it seems you are enjoying yourself too."

     The way he spoke to me was humiliating, but at the same time it was
making me hornier than ever before in my life, and even though I knew all I
had to do was sit up and scream to get the bus drivers attention, I
didn't. His hand grasped my shaft, stroking it slowly as he said,

     "Yes, my little boy likes this doesn't he?"

     I was amazed that I was about to say yes, but he stopped me and said,

     "Don't speak boy, I can see your needs all over your face. Now, stand
up and face the front of the bus."

     I was a bit nervous, but did as he said and since I am only 5'8" tall
only my head and the top of my shoulders would be visible over the top of
the chair in front of me. I heard him take in a deep breath, then as his
fingers ran over my butt he said,

     "Yes, my boy has a very nice butt, very tight and firm. You're lucky
we're here on a bus or I would spank this butt a deep red."

     Again the way he was talking to me was humiliating, I felt my face
going a deep red but at the smae time I felt my cock throbbing even harder
as I felt his fingers tracing around the mounds of my butt, then moaned as
one finger traced right down the crack. He then grabbed each of my mounds
in a hand, squeezed and said,

     "The firmest, most beautiful butt I have ever seen boy, and there is
nothing I like more than a teen boys butt. And oh how this one deserves a
spanking, yes boy, trying to tease me, then trying to hustle me out of my
money, a long hard spanking indeed."

     As soon as he mentioned spanking again, the way he was saying it as
his hands worked over my butt cheeks, my mind went back to how I had taken
advantage of Dan, and although I didn't know why, the thought of this man
spanking me almost made me shoot my load right there. I felt his finger run
up and down the crack of my butt and then he said,

     "Okay, turn and face me boy."

     I did what he said right away and so quickly that my erection swayed
back and forth dropping bits of pre cum on the floor, seat and a bit on his
pants.

     He looked up at me and in his firm voice said,

     "You really are a very naughty boy."

     His words were driving me wild as my cock throbbed so hard I thought
it was going to burst open. I watched as his hands reached down and then
ran up the outside, then down the inside of each of my legs several times,
then he reached out and carefully cupped my balls in his hand, causing me
to moan even louder. I also noticed that the bulge in his pants was
throbbing as he massaged my balls.

     "Beautiful smooth taut teen boy body. I could not have done better
myself, you really are exquisite boy."

     His compliments again made me feel both excited and humiliated and
there was something familiar about him using the word exquisite, but the
thought left my mind as I felt his hand gently grasp my erection. He didn't
move his hand at all, he just squeezed and my erection throbbed harder than
ever before in my life.

     "A beautifully formed, very hard and uncut erection, you truly are
exquisite boy."

     His other hand grasped my balls, then he slowly moved the hand holding
my cock back until my foreskin pulled all the way back, and the swollen pre
cum covered head popped out. I watched as he licked his index finger, then
slowly ran it all over the very sensitive head from my piss slit to the
flared back, then ran it around in circles. I felt my knees getting weak
and knew I was about to cum, but he sensed this and pulled his hand away
from my cock and balls and said,

     "Now now boy, don't you go ejaculating without permission, you'd make
me very angry."

     I stood in front of him, my cock bouncing up and down and saw from the
expression on his face that he was really enjoying my situation. After a
couple minutes he again grasped my erection and this time he slowly stroked
it, making sure to pull my foreskin all the way forward, then slowly all
the way back again as his other hand rubbed my balls. He brought me to the
edge of cumming a few times, then smiled at me and said,

     "I'm sorry boy, I've forgotten all about your mouth, and it's a
beautiful one at that."

     I watched as he unzipped his pants and suddeenly knew what he wanted,
and being as horny as I was, I was ready for almost anything. Not only did
I want to suck him, deep down I knew I needed to. I started to bend down,
but he stopped me with his hand and said,

     "Naughty, naughty boy, you are not in charge here. You really do need
a good long spanking, but no time for that. Now, get down on your knees
between my legs and show me how well you can use that beautiful mouth."

     The way he stopped me and made me wait until he told me what to do,
aroused me so much I felt a tingling sensation go throuh my entitre body as
I awkwardly knelt down. I had to shove my feet under the seat behind me,
but finally after some maneuvering my head was level with his crotch. He
smiled at me and said,

     "Good, now open my pants and get to work boy, my stop is next."

     I undid the button on his pants and pulled them open and saw he wasn't
wearing underwear. I traced my hand over his erection through his pants and
for the first time noticed how big it was, and when I finally got it free
of his pants I was shocked at how huge it was. He laughed and said,

     "Yes, it's a big one boy, now get to work."

     I grasped the base in my hand, lowered my head and stuck out my tongue
and gently ran it over the huge, swollen purple head. I heard him moan
lowly as my tongue ran circles around the head, and deep down I wished he
would cum because I didn't think I would be able to get even the head, let
alone the shaft into my mouth. After a minute he said,

     "Okay boy, time to open wide."

     His firm voice drove me on and I opened my mouth as wide as I could
and slowly started taking the head into my mouth. I got about half of it
in, but it swelled larger so I had to pull back, making him say,

     "No more fooling around boy, you are making me very angry."

     I wet my lips as well as I could, opened wide and again slowly started
taking the flared head into my mouth, but again only got about half of it
in and thought I would have to pull back again, but this time he thrust his
hips up which shoved the head and a couple inches of the shaft into me. I
started to gag, it was so huge but he quickly said,

     "Breathe through your nose boy."

     I did as he said, and the gag reflex left, but his cock was so big I
thought my mouth was going to break open as I tried to take more into me. I
heard him say,

     "Relax your mouth muscles boy."

     I did what he said, and found it a bit more comfortable as I very
slowly started getting more of his shaft into me, but could see I was going
to have trouble going any further, he was just too big. He must of sensed
what I was thinking because he said,

     "You can do it boy, you will be a pro cock sucker after this."

     His words were exciting and humiliating to me and I deeply wanted to
take all of him into me, but I was unsure of how to do it. I heard him
sigh, then he said,

     "Okay, guess I'm going to have to help you boy."

     He then reached out and grabbed the back of my head and pushed down
while at the same time he thrust his hips up forcing his entire cock
through my mouth and down my throat. I started to gag again and tried to
pull back, but he held my head down firmly and said,

     "Breath through your nose boy, and don't try stopping until I tell you
too."

     I did what he said and finally got my breathing under control and was
amzed at how large his cock was but also how good it felt down my throat. I
brought my hands up and tried to play with his balls but he quickly said,

     "Boy, put your hands behind your back and don't move them until I tell
you."

     I did as he said, had to do it, needed to do it, and once they were
behind me, he moved himself forward which trapped my hands behind me,
between my back and the back of the seat. He then said,

     "Okay boy, now you become a pro, time for a good face fucking."

     He then used his hands on the back of my head to pull my mouth up and
down, while he thrust his hips up, forcing his cock up and down my throat.
I concentrated on breathing and relaxing my mouth as he picked up speed,
driving his cock up and down my throat and a minute later I felt it swell
even larger, then felt his first shot of cum shoot deep down my throat. I
was surprised that at his age, he shot spurt after spurt of his cum deep
down my throat as he continued driving his cock in and out of my throat,
until finally he slowed, then stopped and said,

     "Good boy, you sucked me, which makes you a pro, you can now probably
suck anybody."

     For some reason I felt pride race through my body as I looked at him,
then he said,

     "And I have the feeling you are going to get a lot of opportunities.
Now, stand up and face me boy."

     I did as he said, my erection standing almost straight up against my
belly and when he saw that he said,

     "Yes, not only a lot of opportunities, but looks like you will enjoy
each one."

     He then grasped my shaft and said,

     "Guess it's time to take care of this boy."

     He slowly stroked me, forcing my foreskin all the way back, then all
the way forward again and brought me to the edge of cumming three times. I
was so horny my knees were shaking a bit and I needed to cum so bad that I
probably would have done anything for him. He paused, then started stroking
me again and just when I was about to cum we both heard the driver announce
the next stop was 2 minutes away. He stopped stroking, smiled at me and
said,

     "Guess we better hurry boy, that's my stop."

     He brought me to the edge of cumming 2 more times until I was at the
point where I thought I would go crazy, then he said,

     "Hands behind your back boy."

     I did as he said and I then watched as he pulled one of the laces free
of one of my shoes and without a word, pushed me forward until my face was
on the seat. Before I could move he quickly and securely bound my wrists
behind my back, then pulled me to a standing position again. I looked at
him with shock and confusion on my face, my erection bouncing up and down
so hard I thought it would fall off. He smiled widely at me and said,

     "Looks like you are in a predicament boy, naked, erect, hands bound
behind you on a bus. I want to say it's been a pleasure meeting you, but
this is my stop and I really must go."

     I started to open my mouth, but he stopped me and said,

     "You're wondering why this is happening right? You could have been
nice when I got on the bus, I tried to tell you your fly was open and
instead of appreciating it, you tried to tease me, then hustle me at
cards. Also as you can see, you are going to be the only passenger left on
the bus after my stop, which means it will just be the driver and you. Now,
you have a choice here, you promise me that you will never try to do
anything like that again and I'll leave you my number, and will give you
another chance to win your stuff back, or you don't promise and I just
leave."

     My mind raced but I really had no choice, so I nodded my head. He
smiled, then looked at my erection, grasped it in his hand and brought me
to the edge of cumming again, then let go, smiled and said,

     "Again, great to meet you and your mouth, remember your promise. Have
fun getting your hands unbound and getting home."

     He then turned and I watched him walk to the front of the bus, say
something to the driver and then get off.


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