Date: Sat, 14 Jun 2003 02:03:36 -0400
From: bern2bern2@access4less.net
Subject: Boys in the back of the bus

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The following story contains graphic descriptions of sexual acts. The story
is entirely fictional, with no basis in reality, as are the characters, who
are not intended resemble anyone, living or dead, nor to advocate any
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		      I "Boys in the back of the bus"

	Sean popped a boner the instant the bus started to roll.  His skin
was fair and his cheeks turned a little rosy when he was caught off guard
or feeling a little embarrassed.  His small, slightly upturned nose
evidenced his German-Irish heritage, and his thick wavy hair was the sort
of blond that acquires all kinds of colors in summer.  Gold at the roots,
it gleamed light blond at the part closer to the sun, and a few outside
locks were bleached white.  His wide-set eyes were hazel and green and
ringed with long lashes.  The real glory of his face, though, was his lips,
which were full, red and ready.
	Sean's body matched his face well.  His baby fat had long since
evaporated, but muscles were still a few years in the future.  At this
instant of his life Sean was all boyish grace.  His biceps swelled just a
little, his shoulders were beginning to broaden as his hips started to
narrow, and his abdomen, which had stuck out when he was little, was now
flat with the merest outline of musculature.  His thighs and calves, body
parts almost always either heavy or stick-like, were rounded and full and
balanced in their proportions.  Twin mounds of muscle comprised his butt,
firm but not hard, and they were shaped it would be tempting to compare
them to sculpture, but that would suggest the chill of marble.  Innocent
and inviting, Sean's sweetly rounded buttocks, covered with peach fuzz that
turned into soft golden hair as it extended down his thighs, begged to be
stroked, patted, and wrapped around another boy's stiff penis.
	As for his dick, Sean had been aware of changes going on around
there for some time, and he'd learned to jack off, too.  First there had
been soft blondish hair that sprouted around the base of his wiener and on
his boyish ball sac.  The hair around his dick had quickly thickened into a
dense little thatch.  When Sean's penis became fully erect, like it was
beginning to now due to the ibrations of the bus, it stuck straight up out
of that bush.  And when Sean's penis stiffened up, he just had to play with
it.  The back row of six seats on a bus full of boys headed for summer camp
was hardly the time or place for beating off, so Sean did what he always
did under similar circumstances.  He put his right forearm against his cock
and pressed against it.  Then he released the pressure, and then he pressed
again.  It felt great, just like a low organ pipe tone as the blood flowed
in and out of his dong, which was now completely stiff, and it prevented
other people from knowing what was going on.
	Or so Sean thought.
	"Hey, have you got a party going on in your pants, or what?"
demanded the boy in the window seat on Sean's left.
	Sean looked down, his cheeks reddening..
	"That's okay.  Fuck, my dick gets hard all the time.  My name's
Rob.  What's yours?"
	"Sean."
	"That's my buddy Jeff on the other side of you.  He's a little shy
at first, like you, but I bet you'll like each other fine when you get
relaxed."
	Sean looked at Rob.  He wasn't a handsome boy.  His hair was dark
brown, perfectly straight, parted in the middle, and stuck out slightly
over the tops of his ears, which were too big for his head.  His nose was
long and his mouth was small.  Under his clothing there was a body that
was, for now, at least, just plain skinny as only a fifteen-year-old boy's
body can be.  His eyes, though, lit up his face and made Sean's
apprehension dissolve.  In fact, Rob had a smile that sent a boy's doubt,
reluctance, and moral training flying out the window.
	Sean like him instantly.
	"Like right now," Rob went on, "Jeff has a big boner in his pants,
just like you. He reads a lot, but when he's not reading, he's jacking off.
Right now he's holding that book in his lap because he thinks it'll keep us
from knowing he's got a big ol' hardon."
	Sean looked to his right and saw a slight boy with straight,
straw-colored hair and glasses pressing a book to his lap.  He was blushing
furiously.
	"Hey, Jeff, don't go all mental on me and Sean.  We're just three
guys with stiff dongs, and I know at least one of us like to show his off."
	Jeff's blush did not subside.
	"Sean, take a look at this," Rob said.
	Using his thumbs and forefingers, Rob grasped the circumference of
his stiff penis at its root and just under its head.  Running his fingers
up and down its length, he revealed its outline clearly through the soft,
worn material of his loose jeans.  Sean could not believe his eyes.  Rob's
boner didn't look especially long, but it was incredibly thick.  Sean.'s
mind immediately flashed on what it might feel like to stretch his fingers
around that knockwurst, or at least try to.
	"Okay, Sean, now take a look at Jeff," Rob said.
	Jeff's eyes were glued to the outline of erect boycock Rob was
revealing.  Jeff slid his book off his lap onto the floor, and once again
Sean could not believe what he was seeing.  Jeff couldn't have been taller
than 5'5" and weighed only about 125 pounds.  He could have passed for
thirteen, though he was in fact sixteen.  But what he showed through his
pants was something else again.
	Jeff was a little boy with a large penis.  In fact, it was
exceptionally large.  Not only was it eight and a half inches long, it was
almost as thick as his wrist.  And of those eight and a half inches, fully
three inches were dedicated to a bulb-shaped dickhead so broad, elongated,
and swollen that its contours showed clearly through Jeff's jeans.  Now
Jeff began to prove just who was the showoff Bob had referred to.
	First he unbuckled his belt.  Then he unbuttoned his fly.  Next he
raised his butt slightly and pulled his pants down around his calves,
letting them drop down around his ankles.  The tip of Jeff's thoroughly
stiffened dong extended just over the top of his Fruit-of-the-Looms, the
pouch of which had long since been soaked by a continuous flow of boy
juice.
	Rob whispered in Sean's ear, "If you think he's going to pull his
underpants down, you're wrong.  Check this out."
	Sean needed no encouragement.  His eyes were glazed over with the
excitement of seeing a guy's dick, fully erect yet fully trapped and out of
sight inside his shorts.
	Jeff raised his butt again and pulled up on the elastic of his
briefs until the head of his cock was right next to the fly.  Then, not
without some difficulty because of its size, Jeff began to push his swollen
boner bulb through the fly.  Little by little the huge head of Jeff's dong
appeared.  Finally, his entire engorged dickhead was exposed, right down to
its super sensitive purple edge.  Jeff wrapped the fly of his underpants
tightly around the shaft of his dick just below the head and swung it
around slowly so Sean and Rob could get a good look.
	Jeff's dickhead was well worth looking at.  Not only was it long,
broad, and bulb-shaped, the bottom edge of it, the purple corona, studded
with hundreds of nerve endings, extended way over the shaft itself, thereby
heightening the bulb-like appearance of the dickhead, which was now a deep
pink and completely shiny with the penis lube seeping out the tip.
	"Now check this out," Rob whispered.
	Sean nearly blacked out, so struck was he at the sight of Jeff's
boy bulb.  But when Sean looked where Rob indicated, he was amazed yet
again.  He'd unbuckled his own belt, unbuttoned his fly and pulled his
jeans down.  But instead of showing off just the head of his swollen
wiener, he poked the whole damn thing out the fly of his underwear.  It
stood straight up, purple veins showing clearly through the skin of the
shaft as it saluted smartly in time with Rob's pulse.  Sure enough, it was
incredibly thick.  Was it too thick for Sean to wrap phis fingers around
it?  Time would tell
	Sean stared and stared..
	"Hey, man, this ain't no museum.  It's okay to touch."
	Sean glanced at Rob doubtfully and Rob flashed that brilliant
smile.
	Using both hands, Sean reached out for Rob and Jeff
simultaneously. Using just the tips of his index fingers, he touched the
super-sensitive spot at the bottom of their erect boydicks, which made
Randy and Jeff sigh and flex their muscles so their boners danced and
waved.  Sean loved the feeling of control he had over the other two boys as
he watched both their wieners become even more engorged with blood as they
turned from deep pink to red.  Streams of dick juice flowed out the tips.
	"Sean, look over to your right," Rob said.
	Sean's eyes grew wide.  The three other boys in the back seat of
the bus were staring hard at Rob, Sean, and Jeff.  They, too, had their
stiff peckers sticking out of their pants.  Each of them was playing with
the other's dick.  Only one of the six boys in the back row still had his
penis imprisoned in his pants.
	"I think it's about that time, Sean,don't you?" Rob asked.
	Sean couldn't answer, but he didn't need to.  Rob reached over and
unbuckled Sean's belt.  Jeff reached over and unbuttoned Sean's fly.  Sean
lifted his butt and Rob and Jeff grasped either side of the waist of Sean's
jeans.  The boys pulled the jeans all the way down so they rested on top of
his track shoes.  The outline of Sean's big boy sex organ came into view,
as well as the fact that the front of his underwear was totally saturated
with male fluids.
	Now Rob and Jeff pulled forward on the front of Sean's underwear,
being careful to let neither the fabric nor their fingers scrape against
Sean's erection.  Rob reached over Sean's knees and spread them slightly as
Jeff hooked the elastic of Sean's underwear around the back of his balls.
Sean's boycock was fully erect, fully exposed to the eyes of the five other
boys in the back seat, and fully prepared for manipulation.
	For the first time, Jeff spoke.
	"Boy, Sean, you sure have a nice dick.  Can I touch it?  You can
play with mine.  It felt great when you ticked the head of my pecker.'
	There wasn't much more talking.  Each boy indicated how he liked
his dong played with by doing it to the other.  Jeff had said he liked the
underside of his large swollen dickhead tickled with Sean's fingertips.
Rob liked his boner pushed slightly forward and released and then to the
side and released so it kind of bounced around in the air.  Sean liked to
slap and rub his pretty penis bulb into the palm of Jeff's hand.
	Suddenly, Rob, Sean, and Jeff heard a quiet gasp from their right.
The trio looked over and, sure enough, the other three boys were massaging
each other's penises in a very goal-oriented way.  They all three arched
their backs as their wienies squirted big globs of white boy cum against
the backs of the seats in front of them, mingling together as it cascaded
down.
	Next Jeff began to turn pink and make little grunting noises, so
Sean knew it was time for Jeff to shoot his load.  He made a circle with
his thumb and forefinger and jacked it rapidly and lightly over the swollen
bulb of Jeff's wang, over his highly extended and sensitive purple corona,
and down his penis shaft not quite another inch or so.  Sean's moves were
just right, because when little Jeff shot his load of boycum, it was about
a bucketful.  And now that Jeff was taken care of, Rob and Sean were free
to give each other's hot dongs their full attention.
	The two boys gave each other their best penis rubdowns ever.  They
jacked their cocks with firm pressure and light pressure, and with full
fists wrapped around their penis shafts Sean's hand made it, but barely.
And of course, they did a lot of each other's favorite stuff, namely making
Rob's boner bounce and sway and slapping and rubbing Sean's penis head into
Rob's palm But then Rob did something entirely unexpected.  He turned his
head and stuck his tongue in Sean's ear.  That was it for both of them.  As
all the other boys in the back row watched, Rob and Sean shot spurt after
spurt of cream out their boyish sperm cannons.  Which was pretty good
timing, as the bus was just pulling into the campground.

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