Date: Mon, 7 Mar 2011 15:00:01 -0800 (PST) From: Justin Balancier <jbalancier9@yahoo.com> Subject: Riley Hansen This story illustrates the concept is coming of age by seeking out gay sexual contact and lust. It's not the game that every gay person plays but enough do to make telling this story worthwhile. If the subject or the words offend you -- Please do not read. Email me at -- jbalancier9@yahoo.com with comments. All emails will be answered. Riley Hansen By; Justin M. Balancier = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = If anyone thinks - "It was a dark and stormy night", forget that stuff. That is not what this story is about... Riley Hansen was one of my best friends and remained so until we each went separate ways after graduating from High School. After that I lost close contact with Riley except for a phone call or running into him occasionally. I remember Riley as a quiet guy who shied away from girls and focused his time on watching a guy's firm ass as he walked down the hall and sneaking looks at the bulges in their kaki or jeans. He was pretty good at hiding his desires except from a few guys who would tease him. They either knew Riley was gay or suspected it. It was 4:00 pm and I had just left school for the day when Riley ran across the lawn to catch up with me. "I'm so fuckin horny Justin -- would you go home with me and be my stud? Not for long maybe just an hour or so." - Asked Riley. "Did I hear you right dude? -- You want me to be your stud? -- What the hell is that suppose to mean." I asked. "Oh, I don't know what I mean -- I just want to suck hot dick and I know you have that - can you help a buddy out?" - Riley asked. "No" I replied -- Go home and do some homework. "Screw the homework - Some pal you are Justin -- How about a hand job dude, I'll lick the cum off my fingers?" He said. "Just get the fuck away from me Riley. You're terrible today" - I told him. Well, this particular incident was not on " A dark and stormy night" - but rather on a bright sunny afternoon and this type of behavior turned out to be Riley's way of life. As he grew older he grew bolder -- he became a "man's--queer" and actually worked well at it. It didn't take long before he was hooking up and getting a lot guys. I wasn't surprised by it because Riley had a tight little bod, a youthful face and a nice dick. He was fun to be with and his tricks kept coming back for more. It wasn't that Riley was especially flamboyant or "queenie" acting -- on the contrary he acted straight-laced and confident. He loved men of any sort, color, nationality, size or age -- but not the twinks. He knew what he liked and he went after it. Yeah -- did he ever, that was my friend. The bus stop was about half block from the burger joint where Riley worked during the summer on weekends. Marjorie was the daytime store manager and they got along swell. She loved Riley like a son and he felt comfortable being around Marge. She knew he was gay and watched out for him as much as she could. "You better get running", Marge, said to Riley -- "Your bus will be on the corner anytime now." "Yeah -- Thanks "mom" said Riley with his shirt flung over his shoulder and dashed out the door. "Dumb little shit" - Marge thought to herself still holding a tray in her hand and a grin on her face. She liked this kid -- she really did. The bus stopped and Riley climbed aboard and headed toward the back. Guys usually sat in the back so that's where Riley wanted to be. He never stopped trolling for cock. The back of the bus was practically deserted except for an elderly couple that never looked up or said anything. Riley plunked himself down and looked over the passengers. There was no one there that interested him. When the bus stopped at Riley's corner, he stayed on and road down town to the bus depot. "This is it folks -- everyone gets off here" announced the driver. The bus station was a busy place. It accommodated the city busses as well as long distance bus lines. Riley went into the bus depot as he had done many times before. He headed straight for the men's room in hopes of getting a look at some cock and maybe even a hook up. This was his regular routine, which he did several times a week. The cruising was better earlier in the day before the tearoom faggots converged on the place at night and ruined it for the serious cocksuckers. So here was my friend, back at the bus station and right on track working the urinals. A bus driver dressed in a Greyhound uniform came into the men's room and stood at the vacant urinal beside Riley. Convenient? --Yeah, I would say so. He was average height probably around forty with nice build and not bad looking. There was a wedding band on his left hand. The driver pulled out his cock and took a long piss while rubbing his dick. Riley could feel the excitement building inside him. He looked and saw the driver rubbing his swollen cock and it was getting longer and harder. The driver never looked back at Riley but instead stared straight ahead. He finished peeing and tucked his cock back in his pants. It was crowded at the sink so by the time Riley got there the driver had left. Riley wanted to say something to him but the opportunity never happened. Riley dried his hands and left the men's room. "Well I screwed up Riley thought to himself. I guess it wasn't meant to be" - He left the building and paused in the doorway to check the traffic before going outside. Outside to his left was a row of greyhound busses and standing by an empty bus with the door open was the driver from the men's room. The driver nodded his head as if to say, "come here". Riley's heart was beating with excitement as he approached the driver. "Get in" the driver said, and Riley stepped into the empty bus. "Go to the back and sit down" the driver told him. The driver then, closed the door and started the engine. He drove it out of the depot and down the street to a bus stop next to the Sheraton hotel. For a brief moment, Riley thought -- "where the hell is he taking me" but was relieved when the driver stopped at the Sheraton. He left the door closed with the bus running and walked to the back where Riley was sitting. "Get on your knees" - the driver told Riley and he unzipped his pants and pulled a long meaty cock out of his shorts. "Is this what you want faggot?" "Can you handle it? -- I sure as hell hope so - I need a cocksucker." "You bet I can handle it" answered Riley and put his mouth on the drivers cock and started to suck dick like a pro. The driver let out a quiet gasp and mumbled -- "holy shit" as Riley tightened his lips around his cock and swallowed all of it. `You're a hungry little cocksucker, the driver said. "Yup", answered Riley with his mouth still full of cock. "I figured you wanted to taste it. I thought you looked hungry looking at me taking a piss" - "do my balls while your down there sniffing" - My nuts are full of milk and I want to dump this load" It was only a matter of minutes when the driver held Riley's head with both hands and said, "Here come's your food cocksucker, get ready to eat" and shot a thick sweet load of cum right to the back of Riley's throat. He held on to Riley's head until his cock stopped spurting. Gasping to take it all Riley gulped as it slid down his throat. "Don't spill any on the carpet, I don't want to explain cum in my bus," the driver told him. "I won't" answered Riley and licked the last few drops off the drivers fingers. The driver tucked everything back in his pants and said; "I'm going to the front of the bus and then you come up and walk straight out on to the street. Don't even look at me -- just walk." "Okay, I got it" Riley answered. Riley did as he was told and walked straight to the front pass the driver and down the steps. Just then the driver said -- "thanks bud" - Riley turned around just slightly and said-- "Now it's buddy -- what ever happened to <cock sucker>? "He just finished having a snack and he's probably going home" - the driver replied and for the first time flashed a smile. -- "A snack"- asked Riley. "That's right," answered the driver "I just gave him a Greyhound meat éclair with some warm milk" Still smiling as the door closed, the driver took off and headed south towards NYC. Riley skipped away thinking to himself -- "that was so good." I've got to call Justin and brag a little he will be so jealous. OMG -- "A Greyhound meat éclair full of cream with warm milk -- damn!! Riley wiped a tissue across his lips. "There's nothing like it on the planet - A-ha I win again" - he thought to himself and purring like a kitten slowly walked home.