Date: Tue, 11 Dec 2012 23:18:12 -0600
From: Az Urite <azurite1023@gmail.com>
Subject: Secret Electric Boy Spot Part 10

*John leaned back in his chair, with that stupid grin still on his face.
"You were just in butt boy heaven, weren't you?" *

*I had to consider the question for a moment, but I agreed. *

*"Yeah, after Doctor Mark's little lesson on the sexuality of juvenile
delinquents, I knew I was definitely a Dover boy. There was just nothing
better than the feeling of Ronny's chest on my back while he pounded his
cock into my ass. I was beginning to wonder what I was going to do when I
had to go home."*

*"I can imagine," John said, never letting the grin leave his face. "You
were getting it hot and regular. Hard to give that up." *

*"Ronny must have seen that, too. On the last day, he gave me some advice."*

* *

*"When you get home, be careful. Nobody will really care if you fool around
with other guys, but watch out for grown ups. You might meet somebody like
Old Doc." The prospect of that didn't seem so bad to me, but he had more.
"If you do, play dumb. Act like it's your first time. If you let them know
you've done it before, they'll want to know all about it and before you
know it, somebody knows something secret about you and you're scared
they're going to tell everybody in the world." It sounded like the voice of
experience. *

* *

*It wasn't long before I got to apply Ronnie's advice, but I didn't do as
well as he would have liked. That afternoon, I was sitting at the bus
station, waiting to go home. I was the only one left. Everybody else took
other buses and I was all alone. This tall skinny guy walks up and says,
"Where you headed, Alex?" I'm wondering how he knows my name and then I
realize it's written on my duffle bag in big letters. I figure he's just
being friendly, but we are the only ones in the waiting room and we are
waiting for the same bus. He introduced himself as Phil and we talked for a
little bit. Phil played football in college and he was headed back before
classes started because he had to be there for summer workouts. He was real
curious about camp and asked a lot of questions, and I told him everything,
leaving out the butt sex and the cock sucking. In a little while, we were
standing by the bus, and just as the bus driver threw my duffle bag into
the luggage compartment, the bus engine made a squealing noise and shut.
White smoke poured out of the back and the bus driver just shook his head.
*

* *

*The next bus was four hours later, which left Phil and me with nothing to
do. He suggested we get something to eat in the station cafe. I had lunch
at camp and expected to eat dinner at home and was worried I didn't have
enough money, but he insisted he would pay. I thought that was nice. We
both had hamburgers and fries at the lunch counter, which I thought was
pretty cool. We were headed back to the waiting room when Phil said he had
to run an errand and he'd be right back. I sat down in the empty room and
watched people out the window. Phil came back with a brown paper bag tucked
under his arm. He motioned me over to the far corner, by the men's room
door. We took a couple seats that were out of view of most people walking
by. *

*"I got something to pass the time while we wait," he says and pulls a
magazine out of the bag. It's a glossy porn mag, titled "Amanda's
Handyman." The cover has a man in overalls is at the front door of a house.
The door is open and a woman in a see through night gown is standing
inside. "You ever see a magazine like this?" he asked. *

*"No, never, I answered. That was kind of true. The single page of porn I
had tucked under my mattress was ripped out of a magazine like this, but I
had never seen a complete one. He opened the magazine and by the second
page, Amanda had handyman's overalls around his knees and her mouth on his
cock.*

*"Man," Phil whistled. "You ever see a pecker that big?" I actually had
seen much bigger. Handyman's cock was about the size of Doctor Mark and
Andy's was way longer. I just kind of grunted a non committal answer. I was
trying to stick to Ronnie's advice. As soon as I saw the magazine, I knew
Phil was more than friendly. After another page or two, Amanda's face was
covered in cum. That really surprised me. *

*"Why did he do that?" I asked. *

*"It's just something they do in magazines," Phil answered. The combination
of the excitement of the porn and the shock of the facial made me let down
my guard. *

*"You're supposed to swallow it," I blurted out. Phil's head snapped back
and I realized I shouldn't have said that, but he was cool. *

*"Yeah, that is better," he replied and kept turning the pages. The center
pages were in color. Handyman fucked Amanda on her back and then doggy
style. The last color page had Amanda on her knees with Handyman's cock up
her ass. I made a funny little noise. "You like that one, don't you," Phil
said. *

*"Yeah," I mumbled. *

*"Would you like to do that?" Phil had no idea how much I wanted to do
that, but be the one on the bottom. I shifted in my seat and and my cock
was poked straight up in my shorts.*

*"Uh, huh," I groaned.*

*"Yeah, it shows, too," he replied and made a show of adjusting his crotch.
I knew where this was headed, or at least I hoped it was. *

* *

*Phil thumbed through the rest of the magazine a little faster than I
liked. There was one pic of handyman buttfucking Amanda, viewed from
behind. Phil stopped on that page and tilted it to give me a good look.
Handyman's hairy asshole and balls were in perfect focus. I kept my teeth
tight together to keep my tongue from sticking out. The next page showed
handyman shooting cum all around her gaping asshole. Another waste of good
cum.*

*"More magazine stuff?" I asked. Phil smiled and closed the magazine. *

*"Yeah, it's some kind of rule or something. The guy always shoots on her
face, or pussy, or ass."  Suddenly, the large Coke I had with my hamburger
was pressing on my bladder. *

*"I need to pee," I said. Phil slipped the magazine back in the bag and
looked around to see if anyone was paying attention to us. *

*"Me too," he answered and we both slipped quietly inside the men's room
door.*

* *

*As bus station toilets go, this place could win a prize. There was a row
of sinks, a row of urinals and four toilet stalls. The floor was spotless
white tile and the place smelled like Pinesol. I realized this was the
place Ronny found old Doc getting his cock sucked. That didn't help my hard
on as I stepped up to the urinal and fumbled with my zipper. The hard on
did help once I had it out. My cock stuck out straight and I didn't really
need to hold it. It wasn't hard enough to slow me down, so piss poured out
in a well aimed stream. Phil stepped up beside me and unbuckled his pants.
He didn't bother fishing his cock out through the slit in his boxer. He
tucked the waist band under his balls and let his cock flop free. I could
tell why he thought handyman's cock was so big. His cock was about the size
of Ronny's, but uncut. He wasn't as hard as me, but it held up its own
weight. Piss squirted out the foreskin. I had never seen anyone piss
through a foreskin before and I couldn't take my eyes off of it. When the
flow slowed to a trickle, he peeled his foreskin back and gave it a good
shake. I was just standing there with my cock in my hand and staring at his
cock. *

* *

*"You ever touch a man's cock?" he asked. I invoked the Ronny rule and
shook my head no. "I bet you play with other boys, don't you." I figured
this was no harm to admit and nodded yes. "I bet you boys at camp jack each
other off all night long, don't you?" He turned a little toward me and it
was in easy reach. I let go of my own cock and wrapped my fingers around
his. Phil took my cock in his hand and gave me a gentle stroke. "That feels
good, doesn't it?" I nodded again and felt his cock harden in my hand. This
was my signal to pull his foreskin back and get a really good look at the
head. It was a purplish red and still wet with piss. I was about to lean
down and lick it when Phil nodded toward the toilets and said, "Let's go
back there. *

* *

*We stood in the toilet stall, cock to cock and stroked each other.*

*"I know what it's like," he said. "Your cock is hard as a rock and all you
want is someone else to touch it. Someone else's hand feels so much
better, doesn't it?" I didn't answer. His foreskin was too fascinating. A
nice drop was bubbling at the tip. Mine was too and Phil smeared it across
the head of my cock. He held his sticky finger up to my bottom lip. I
sucked it into my mouth and licked it clean. "I knew that's what you
wanted," he said and pulled my shorts to my knees and pushed me down on the
toilet. This was a familiar position for me, but I wasn't going to admit
that. I kept jacking his cock. I loved to watch the foreskin peel back with
each stroke. *

*"It's just like the boys at camp, only bigger," Phil said. There was some
urgency in his voice. "Go on, suck it. You can do it." I peeled it back
again and put my lips around the head. I tasted piss and a little cum. The
piss taste washed off with the first couple licks and took as much as I
could on the first suck. My nose was almost in his pubic hair and I kept
getting a little deeper with each stroke, until I was fighting not to gag.
Phil wanted to talk, but his words kept dropping off. "Suck it, suck it,
suck, suck suck," he moaned. I knew he wouldn't last long and I wrapped my
hand around the base of his cock and followed my lips up the shaft so I
could concentrate on the head. He shut up and tried to thrust into my
mouth. He even put his hands on my head, but I had a good grip and kept
sucking the head like a nipple. That was all it took. "Suck it, suck it"
became one long "Suuuuuuuuuuck," and I was determined to not lose a drop.
His cum filled my cheeks like a chipmunk, but I swallowed as fast as I
could, until the last spurt hit my tongue. Phil slumped against the stall
wall and pulled his cock out of my mouth and through my hand. *

*"No magazine stuff for me," I said and wiped my mouth on the back of my
hand. What he did next really surprised me. *

*"I'll show you some magazine stuff," he said and dropped to his knees on
the tile floor. He pushed me back against the pipe and swallowed my cock in
one gulp. I thought I had some good blowjobs at camp, but Phil was
something new.  He held my balls in his hand and stroked the root of my
cock with two fingers. I grabbed the toilet seat and tried to thrust up
into his mouth, but the hand on my nut sack kept me in place. It took less
than I ever thought possible and in just a few good strokes of his lips
over the head of my cock, I shot my load into his mouth. Phil gave me one
last long suck to leave me clean and raised up to eye level with me. "No
magazine stuff here, either," he says. *

* *

*We cleaned up a little, which is to say, dried off and pulled our pants
up. It was a little awkward, back in the waiting room. Just like Ronny
warned, Phil wanted to know how I learned to do that. I had a good story
ready for him. It was about my bunkmate Pete. Pete had spent a couple
months in Boys State Correctional Institute and he told me all about boys
sucking each others cocks and fucking each other. Pete and I jacked and
sucked each other every night. He didn't ask about fucking and I left out
the part about the Dover boys, but Phil was satisfied with the story. *

* *

*The bus ride home was fun. The bus was only half full and Phil and I sat
near the back. There was no one near us and except for other passengers who
braved the aisle of a moving bus to make it back to the toilet, we were all
alone. I had to be careful to slip Amanda and the Handyman back into the
bag when someone came near. The back cover was a bunch of ads for more
magazines. There was all kinds, but the one in the bottom corner caught my
attention. The title was "More than Buddies," and it showed a naked man
face down on a bed and another lying on top of him and even though it
didn't show anything, I knew his cock was deep in his buddy's ass. I would
have given anything to have that magazine under my mattress. After an hour
it was too dark to read. We were on a dark country highway and the only
light was the up front by the bus driver. *

* *

*I leaned over to Phil and whispered in his ear, "Can I suck you, again?" I
could see his grin in the dark. He squirmed for a little bit and soon had
his cock exposed. It wasn't full hard and I sucked it all the way to the
back of my throat. It didn't take long and I couldn't do that anymore. Phil
reached under me and tried to rub my cock through my shorts, but I was up
on my knees and it just wouldn't work. He slipped his hand down the back of
my shorts and it was much easier. His finger found my asshole and pressed
lightly. I kept my head bobbing on his cock and almost stopped when he
pulled his hand out of my shorts. It was only for a second and when his
finger returned, it was wet enough to slip inside my asshole. His long
finger went deep and fucked me in time to my mouth pushing his foreskin
down and sucking back up. I knew he was close when his finger lost the beat
and just curled inside my asshole. I was quickly rewarded with his load.
This one wasn't nearly as much as the first, but still plenty. Phil pulled
his hand out of my shorts and I sat down to catch my breath. *

* *

*"Did Pete ever put his cock in your butt?" he asked. I hated to lie to
Phil, but I didn't want to have to explain it all.*

*"Yeah," I answered. The bus was quiet except for the roar of the motor
right behind us, and I hoped it covered the sound of our voices. *

*"Did you like it?"*

*"Yeah," I admitted, and added, "a lot." Phil looked forward to check the
other passengers and then leaned over to me.*

*"Me, too," he said. This was another shock, but after he sucked my cock on
his knees in a bus station toilet stall, I guess it shouldn't have been. *

*"Wow. How? I mean who? I mean." Phil laughed and I shut up. Here I was,
being exactly what Ronnie warned me about. *

*"The first one was my basketball coach. I went to his house on weekends
for what he called "extra coaching." I'd shoot baskets while he watched and
corrected my form. I had to wear these tight shorts and do special
stretching exercises before we started. It was a lot of bending over and
reaching between my thighs, but he did all the exercises with me, so it
wasn't so strange. There was a lot of making me freeze in position while he
pressed my thighs apart and made me move my feet for better balance. By the
time it was over, we were both covered in sweat.  He had a shower in the
basement that was just a big stall and a drain in the floor. We went inside
and he stripped down naked like it was nothing at all. I was the only guy I
knew who wasn't circumcised and it was cool to see he wasn't either. I
strip too and he starts to soap up and down. He watches me wash my cock and
stops me for a lesson on the importance of washing under my foreskin
everyday, which turned into a jacking off lesson."*

*"Did he fuck you, then?" I asked. *

*"No, just finger fucked, but it was the first time  anything in my ass.
That was something. He had a bottle of liquid soap and squirted it on both
hands.  He put one hand around my cock and pushed a finger up my ass and
gives me a lecture about being clean on the inside and the outside. He
says, `Sperm cleans the inside of your cock, so masturbate at least once a
day.' That was advice I took to heart. Then, he handed me the soap and
said, `Show me what you just learned.' Now the stretching exercises made
sense. It was so I could stretch my asshole."*

*"So, you jacked off and stuck your finger in your ass?"*

*"Yeah, then he soaped up his hands and we jacked off and finger fucked
together, till we both shot off on the floor. Then, he gives me my
homework. I'm supposed to shoot one hundred baskets every afternoon, then,
take a shower. I have to jack off and finger my ass and try to get at least
two fingers in as far as I could."*

*"That's weird homework. Did you do it," I asked. *

*"You bet I did. I had to sit in the tub, but shooting with my fingers in
my ass kept feeling better and better. The next Saturday, I go back to his
house and I almost couldn't get the tight shorts over my cock. I'm thinking
about another shower with Coach and my cock is hard the whole time. We go
to the basement for shower time and when he strips, his cock is hard, too. *

*`Did you do your assignment?' he asked. Yes sir, Coach. Every night. I
soap up my cock and he says, `Let me check," and puts one hand on my
shoulder and pushes a finger right up my asshole. It felt so good. He says,
`Clean your cock, like I showed you.' I start jacking and he pushes another
finger in me. Then, he pulls his fingers out and puts both hands on my
waist and starts calling me son. `Clean your cock, son, and Daddy is gonna
clean your hole.' I feel his cock between my cheeks and bend over a little.
He keeps pushing and missing, until he finds my asshole with his thumb and
guides it in."*

*"Did it hurt?" I whispered. *

*"Yeah, a lot more than I thought it would, but he put his arms around me
and said, `Just hold still, son. It'll feel good in a minute. Daddy's cock
is gonna clean your little hole. Just relax.' So, I kept jacking and it
started feeling lots better. He keeps talking about Daddy's cock and my
little hole and starts pounding my ass. It didn't take long for me to cum
and then I just put my hands on the wall and he fucked me till shot in my
ass."*

* *

*I was just sitting there, kind of glassy eyed and blurted out, "I wish you
could fuck me right now." Phil looked around. Nobody was paying any
attention to us. He got up and stepped into the toilet and shut the door.
He wasn't in there long enough to piss and he's back beside me, with a
handful of paper towels. I'm thinking, no matter how bad I wanted it,
there's no way he is going to fuck me on back seat of a bus.*

*"Slip your shorts down," he says and hands me the towels. I leaned forward
on the seat and he pushed his finger in my ass again. It was frustrating
because I couldn't get a good stroke on my cock. I pushed my shorts down to
my ankles and kneeled on the seat again, but this time facing the window.
Phil got my asshole really wet and his fingers went deep inside me. I could
see my reflection in the window and my face looked pretty silly, so I
closed my eyes. In a flash, I was on my hands and knees and Phil's cock was
in my ass. I felt his chest against my back and his breath in my ear. It
was a wonderful little fantasy, but it couldn't last long.  He had the
perfect timing and kept pushing and stroking. When my asshole clenched
around his fingers, he pushed so hard my forehead hit the glass and mashed
my prostate flat. I came all over my hand and missed most of the paper
towels. I sat back down on my wet asshole and tried to catch my breath.
Phil managed to twist his spine like a hairpin and licked the cum off my
cock. I must have fallen asleep after that. I woke up and we were a block
from my station. At least my shorts were back up. *

* *

*I was glad my Mom wasn't standing on the curb when the bus stopped. I
wanted to check my shorts and shirt for cum stains. Phil got off the bus to
walk around for a little bit. The bus driver pulled my duffle bag out of
the cargo bay and tossed it on the sidewalk. Phil looked around and handed
me the bag with Amanda and her Handyman tucked inside. I managed to slip it
inside the duffle bag just as my Mom came around the corner. *

*"It was nice riding with you, Alex," Phil said and shook my hand. "If you
get up to State College, come find me and I'll show you around campus." I
knew that wouldn't happen anywhere but in my jack off fantasies, but it was
a nice thought. *