Date: Fri, 3 Dec 2004 22:24:03 -0800 (PST)
From: Dave DeRea <daveoutof04@yahoo.com>
Subject: An-Accident? (Gay)

It was a cold winter day, sometime in the middle of January, and it had
just snowed beautiful white snow the day before. For Dan snow wasn't the
only white thing the night before. Finally his secret boy friend decided to
let loose, so Dan took advantage of the situation and gave his boyfriend
the best blow he could give.

Dan sat alone in seat 13 on the bus, listening to Korn, but dreaming of the
night before. He subtly rubbed his throbbing cock with the hand hidden
inside the frontal pocket of his black ski jacket. He knew that if he did
it too long he would blow his load, so he decided to stop, but only for a
little wile.

The bus driver sat cockily on his high seat looking back at the kids he had
so hated. He would watch them, wondering what they would do next. He never
had a moment of peace when "those damn pricks" as he causally called them,
were on. Looking back in the mirror he saw something, it was Dan moving his
arms slowly and licking his lips staring out at the dark corn fields that
were left behind because of the sudden drop in temperature back in early
October.

The bus driver's twenty-year-old dick started to rise in his pants. The
knowledge of what was going on in seat 13 was overbearing.

Suddenly the bus hit an ice patch, and skidded into the nearby field. It
flipped over with the sounds of screaming adolescents filling the air.
Luckily there was only five people on the bus that early in the morning. It
skidded at least fifty feet before coming to a halt in the middle of the
field.

Dan got up, holding his bleeding head in the confusion of had just
happened. Looking around he noticed all the blood and missing body parts.
As it seemed to him he was the only survivor, so he began to weep, asking
god why he had lived when the others had not.

He took the hand out of his pocket; there was no use for it anymore since
his cock had slumped down to its normal position. Out of the corner of his
eye he noticed movement. It was the bus driver, up still strapped into the
only seat with a belt on the entire bus. This filled him with such joy that
he almost squealed to know someone else was still alive.

The bus driver unlocked his seat belt and tried to slip out of the seat. He
couldn't get out of the seat; he was stuck on something. Then he noticed
that his shoes were caught somewhere, he thought it was a good thing that
he wore size twelve's even though his actual shoe size was only a ten. He
hated the myth about shoe size as compared to dick size, and in his case it
was definitely wrong. He slipped his shoes off but in the process of
slipping out of his seat, the ripped strings of his jacket got tangled on
the steering consul, so he had to take it off and expose his tight white
shirt. The shirt showed of his massive pecks and rock hard six pack, but it
had no insulation, and the temperature had to be around twenty degrees.

He stumbled t o the floor, stood up, and looked Dan right in the face. He
saw the beautiful gray/green eyes and young masculine body, and his cock
started to harden disregarding the dead bodies on the roof of the bus,
which was now the bloody floor.

"We have to get out of hear," Dan said in a quiet almost disconnected voice
to the bus driver. He never noticed the slowly rising bulge in the bus
drivers pants. "Look there's a little shed over there. We can go in there
to get out of the cold," now Dan's voice had become a little more confident
and even a little bit sexy, as he realized how cold he really was now that
the wind was picking up and blowing in through the broken windows.

Together the limped over to the shed which just happened to be unlocked.
Inside there was a large table and a few tools hanging on the walls. It was
larger inside than it looked, but it had holes and cracks in the wall,
which let in some of the breeze, form the outside. It began to snow, than
it became a blizzard. All hopes of surviving were shattered; the snow would
stop all traffic on the narrow back-roads.

The bus driver started to shake and shiver from the unending cold outside.

Dan noticed, and remembered from health class that shivering is the first
sign of hypothermia. He unzipped his jacket exposing his dark blue long
sleeve shirt. He took the bus drivers arms and put them inside his coat,
and hugged him close. He knew that this would warm the bus driver, but was
it enough?

The bus driver smiled as he felt Dan's warm back. He started to regain his
woody, and hoped that Dan wouldn't notice and still try to warm him up. But
Dan did notice, who couldn't, the bulge was huge and pressing right against
the zipper of his pants. Dan took off his shirt, so he could transfer more
heat over to the bus driver, but it had other benefits too.

Excitedly the bus driver noticed an old pile of blankets over in the corner
of the room. "Look we can use those to keep warm." He walked over and
grabbed the pile. The bus driver had to go through first aid training
before he could get his license to drive bus, and the only thing he
remembered was how to make a sleeping bag out of blankets in case of
extreme cold. Of course he wasn't thinking about the cold, he was thinking
about Dan, who he noticed was getting a nice bulge too. It wasn't quite as
big as his, but it looked to be at least nine inches, through the pants.

They striped down to their underwear and put the clothes on top of their
newly made sleeping bag. Then they quickly slid in, giggling like little
girls. They were so close that Dan could feel the hair on the bus driver's
long legs. He slid his hand down and touched Dan, lightly on the groin,
just a little feel. Dan smiles and moved even closer. Then he laughed and
put his head inside the sleeping bag. The next thing the bus driver knew
was the feeling of his shirt coming off, then erotic wet kisses all over
his chest moving down towards that rich area that was getting harder by the
minute.

Eventually Dan made it down to the top of the boxers and put his mouth on
top of the huge dick inside. The dick was so large he noticed that at least
two inches were sticking out of the bottom. He slowly pulled the boxers
off, making sure to lick ever inch of the bus drivers Crotch. Then he began
to suck.

Soft and wet at first, but than moving into slight nibbles and long licks.
Finally he put the whole thing in his mouth and did what he does best. He
deep-throated it all the way down using his tongue to rub it inside his
mouth. He was so hard now that he couldn't control himself. He maneuvered
his body around so that his feet were at the top of the sleeping bag.
Without being asked the bus driver knew exactly what to do. Boy was he
wrong when he thought nine inches; Dan's red throbbing cock was at least
eleven. The bus driver alternating between sucking Dan's balls and dick.
His body trembled and he knew it was going to be a big load.

It squirted into Dan's young mouth, at the same time as Dan blew his load
all over the bus drivers face. After swallowing what he could Dan switched
around again so that he could help the bus driver clean off the whitish
globs sticking in his short blond hair.

They started to kiss and pressed their bodies together ad tightly as they
could. Moving back in forth stimulating each other with their hands and
feet. The bus driver, the more experienced kisser, taught Dan a few things
as his tongue danced almost naturally inside his mouth. The taste of sweet
cum and saliva was inside both of their mouths.

Dan woke up just as the bus puled up to the high school. He looked around
in confusion at the people staring at him. Then he realized it was all just
a dream.

"Look its sleeping beauty, awoken from her wet dream," Said someone whose
name was lost to Dan at the moment. Dan looked down at his pants and saw
what he had feared; the large wet spot in his pants.

He let everyone get off the bus before he even stood up. He walked up to
the bus driver and asked him if he could give him a ride home. The bus
driver smiled in a sheepish way and replied, "why don't we go to my house
and get you cleaned up first." Dan realized he must have said something out
loud during his dream, but he really didn't care. At the moment his dick
was growing in his pants and the only thing on his mind was if he was going
to be able to wait all until he got to the bus drivers house.