Date: Sat, 26 May 2007 22:21:29 -0600
From: L B <mntdewlove69@hotmail.com>
Subject: Bus Ride Games Part 2

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....Ryan couldn't believe what he had done, but at the same
time he continued to milk the cock in his mouth for all it
was worth until Jim's cock finally went soft in his mouth.
"Ryan, dude that was so hot man. I mean fuck, no girl has
ever made me feel that good before." Ryan just smiled and
sat next to Jim and simply replied, "Your turn."



                    Bus Ride Games Part 2

Bret and Steve...


Bret and Steve both sat in silence as they finished watching
one of their best friends, Ryan, pleasure their other best
friend, Jim.  Both had raging hardons demanding to be
released from their shorts.  Neither one wanted to be the
first one to go down, but at the same time they needed to
unload.  Without saying a word, Steve grabbed Bret's cock
and began to massage it through the blue mesh shorts.

"Oh yeah, Steve. That feels great, but your warm mouth would
feel even better."

That was all the invitation Steve needed, and with that
Steve got down on his knees ready to give Bret some
gratification.  He continued to grope Bret's manhood through
his shorts, feeling the fat member for the second time.
Steve's fingers found the waistband of both Bret's shorts
and underwear, and began fishing out the fat hard cock. Once
released, Bret's throbbing cock smacked against his flat
stomach. Steve was left staring at the chubby monster. He
knew from the earlier dare that Bret had a fat cock, but he
was not expecting something like this. It wasn't very long,
about four and half inches, but fuck did that thing have
girth.  Steve now understood where the term "beer-can" came
from.  Not sure if he would be able to devour it, Steve
started by licking the purple one-eyed monster.  With the
thick cock in his hand, Steve continued to stroke and lick
it for all it was worth.  Pre-cum began to glisten on the
strawberry looking head.  Steve eagerly wanted Bret's meat
deep inside his throat, as did Bret, but a commotion coming
from the seat next to them quickly brought them back to
reality.

"What the fuck Jim, a deal is a fucking deal.  I don't care
if you need to take a couple more swallows from the bottle
of JD, but YOU ARE going to help me get OFF."

Both Steve and Bret told Jim and Ryan to keep it down.  They
didn't want to draw any attention to themselves, especially
since Steve had Bret's cock out and was licking it. Once
they heard Jim shushing Ryan, they went back into their own
little world. Bret's cock started to lose its hardness from
all the turmoil, until he felt the hot tongue of Steve make
contact with his head.  Just like Paris Hilton on a night
out on the town, Steve was bound and determined to get back
to business, letting his hands roam all over Bret's tight
body, and then with a quick twist of Bret's right nipple,
finally took the "beer-can" into his mouth.  The warmth of
his mouth was again too much for Bret.  His cock responded
quickly and was at full mast within seconds, and soon he
began to moan.

"Fuck me...that feels so awesome.  Yeah keep working my fat
cock.  That's it...take it in your hot mouth."

These words seemed to fuel something inside of Steve, who
began to pick up steam.  Alternating between just using his
mouth and using his hands, Steve was sending Bret into
ecstasy.  Buckets of pre-cum flowed out of the "beer-can,"
with every backward motion, and then disappeared into Steve
waiting and willing mouth on the returned motion.  Not
wanting to get locked jaw, Steve began exploring the golf
balls that were hanging between a nice pair of semi-hairy
legs.  Unlike the unmanaged pubic hair that surrounded
Bret's cock, his balls were neatly and completely smooth,
and Steve couldn't get enough of them.  Placing them one by
one in his mouth, Steve began to hum a tune.  The tune sent
shockwaves through Bret's entire body.  Wanting to discover
new territories, just as every great explorer before his
time did, Steve discovered a dominion he never dreamt of
exploring.  It seemed that Bret's smooth taint was leading
Steve's tongue to the hidden and undiscovered treasure, "THE
PINK HOLE."  As Steve's tongue darted towards its target,
moans of surprise left Bret's mouth.

"Oh fuck that's grrrrreat...wait...wait, were you going with
that thing.  Oh fuck...oh fuck...!"

Steve didn't waver; he simply raised Bret's legs up higher
so he could maneuver better for his buried treasure.  As if
he were digging for gold, Steve's tongue made quick work of
the surface, until finally it made its way into Bret's warm
orifice.  Continuing with his onslaught, Steve knew it was
only a matter of time before the "beer-can" could no longer
keep its essence bottled up inside and would have to release
its tasty liquor.  So Steve left his new discovered realm
and headed back to the one-eye monster.  And just as he
thought, once his mouth made contact with the monster, he
was rewarded with a new treasure.

"Oh god...here it comes Steve...here it comes...oh yeah...oh
GOD!"

Steve seemed to be enamored with the hot, gooey, white
liquor.  He couldn't get enough.  Shot after shot after shot
filled Steve's mouth.  Unable to swallow all of it, some of
Bret's juices doled out upon Steve's lips and ran down his
chin; others found its way to the floor of the bus.  Covered
in sweat and breathing hard, Bret could only manage a smile
and a lick of the lips.  Steve suddenly felt self-conscious.
Maybe it was the cum dripping from his face, or the
extremely hard cock in his shorts, but what ever it was, he
quickly got off his knees and sat next to Bret, who was
still trying to caught his breath.  Then Bret did something
so unexpected it almost knocked Steve back on the floor.
Bret leaned in and licked his cum off Steve's chin.

"Thanks buddy...that was so fucking amazing.  I so needed
that!"

Steve sat there frozen unable to move or talk; all he could
muster was a little giggle.


Ryan and Jim.

After hearing the words "your turn" Jim felt his stomach
churn and his heart began to race.  He couldn't believe that
Ryan really thought he was serious about "do what ever it
takes to get off."  Jim was an excellent friend and never
went back on his word, but this, suck Ryan's cock.  Jim
began to ponder the situation.  "Seriously, seriously, I am
no fag.  I may have placed another dude's cock in my hand,
but I am not about to place it inside my mouth. What the
fuck have I got myself into?"  Ryan sensed the hesitation;
however, he was not about to let Jim renege on a deal.

"What the fuck Jim, a deal is a fucking deal.  I don't care
if you need to take a couple more swallows from the bottle
of JD, but YOU ARE going to help me get OFF."

Ryan didn't realize how loud he was until he heard Bret and
Steve telling him to keep it down because they didn't need
to draw any attention to themselves.  When Ryan looked over
at Bret and Steve, he started to become angrier. There was
Steve on his knees with Bret's cock in his hand. Jim could
tell by Ryan's face that he was about to detonate.


"Shush, dude.  Calm the fuck down."

"I'll calm the fuck down when you're in between my legs
sucking me off."

Knowing it was the ONLY way to shut Ryan up, Jim took
another big gulp of JD and made his descent to the floor.
Taking a deep breath, Jim began to stroke Ryan's legs and
let his trembling hands explore his buddy.  As the hands
explored, Ryan took this opportunity to abandon his shirt.
Soon Jim's hands were roaming all through the insides of
Ryan's shorts, who as of now seemed pleased as he sat there;
bare chested, eyes closed and hands behind his head.  Jim
quickly removed the shorts leaving Ryan in his red and white
striped boxer briefs, and waiting for a hot mouth.  Not
knowing or really willing to go any further, Jim sat there
staring at Ryan in his briefs.  Wondering why all the
exploration of his body had stopped, Ryan opened his eyes to
see what the problem was.  The look on Jim's face said it
all, and for a slight second Ryan felt bad.  But he soon
recalled all the wonderful sensations he had brought forth
to Jim and he himself wanted those feelings.  Knowing he
would have to help Jim along, he simply placed a hand behind
Jim's head and lightly escorted him to his crotch.
Dumbfounded as he was, Jim knew he had to continue, for it
seemed there was no turning back, but he also knew he needed
guidance.  Ryan pulled back his briefs to reveal his
boyhood.

"Jim...just start by licking it. That's it...good, now open
your mouth a little and place the head in.  Oh yeah...good.
Now pretend it's a sucker and go to town.  There you go."

Still with Ryan's hand behind his head, Jim continued to
labor over the nice cock and it began to respond to his
efforts.  Soon Ryan's boyhood began to mature within the
realm of Jim's mouth.  Not only was the cock getting longer,
but it was expanding as well, and when it reached its full
enlargement of seven and half inches, Jim freaked out.

"Ryan, I don't think I can continue dude.  I'll fucking
stroke you, lick your nipples, whatever man, but I just
don't think I can continue."

Ryan didn't seem to buy it and he just smiled and pushed
Jim's face back onto his hard tool.

"Dude, the quicker you stop complaining and just get me off,
the quicker you'll be off your knees."

Just like a Lindsay Lohan movie, all of Jim's efforts
bombed, and he finally knew he couldn't stop the evitable;
he had to suck off one of his best friends.  So he wrapped
his hands around the mighty member and began to stroke it.
Moments later he started to swirl his tongue around the head
while pre-cum made its way into his mouth.  Once he tasted
the boy juice and didn't find it disgusting he started to
develop mind-blowing cock sucking skills.  It seemed
watching that Pamela and Tommy Lee video a hundred times
finally paid dividends, and when he took all of Ryan's cock
down to his pubes, Ryan couldn't have been happier.

"Oh fuck...Oh fuck, dude!"

When he came up for air, both Ryan's cock and Jim's mouth
were covered in saliva.  Jim quickly and eagerly went back
to work on the delicious stick.  It seemed as if Jim
couldn't wait for that magnificent mouth watering reward he
was about to receive.  But just as Ryan was about to unload,
the lights on the school bus appeared, indicating they were
only minutes away from school.  The terror that struck all
four boys' faces was nothing short of a horror movie.  They
scrambled to get off the floor; made mad dashes to find
underwear, shirts, and shorts because they all knew that
coach would be making his normal rounds throughout the bus
to wake up those who were not already awake.  Ryan had just
finished hiking up his shorts while Jim was making his way
back onto the seat when coach appeared.
"Gentlemen, everything okay?  You both look flustered."

"Nope...we're good coach," said Ryan.



"Yeah, every things good coach," replied Jim.

Coach just shook his head and then turned to Bret and Steve,
who both had their bags on their laps and smiled.

"Hey, coach," muttered Steve.

"Hey, Steve"

Once coach was making his way back up the bus, Steve and
Bret threw their bags back into the seat in front of them
exposing their naked bottoms.  Both Ryan and Jim couldn't
help but laugh.

"What the fuck guys!?"

"We couldn't find our shorts!"

After a couple of minutes searching for their shorts, both
Bret and Steve were now dressed and relaxed.  It seemed that
Jim got his wish after all.  Even though he started to suck
off Ryan, Ryan was unable to climax, and as for Bret he only
had to stroke Steve a couple of times before the lights came
on.  Finally, at a little passed midnight on Wednesday
morning the school bus carrying the Mountain Park High
School boy's soccer team came to a screeching halt in front
the gym.  Just as he always did, coach gave a quick speech
before dismissing the team.

"Gentlemen, I would first like to tell you how proud I am of
each and every one of you.  Amazing job out there today!
Steve, again you were excellent in goal, you made some mind-
blowing stops..." The bus went crazy with chants of "Steve!
Steve! Steve!"


Smacking Steve on the ass and speaking in a whisper so no
one else could hear, Bret retorted with, "That's not all you
did that was mind-blowing, my friend." Steve's face
instantly turned red.


"...and Jim, scoring the game winning goal in overtime.
Outstanding!" Again the bus went nuts.

"That's not all I scored," whispered Jim to Ryan.  Ryan made
no movement or reaction to Jim's comments; he just stood
there as if he didn't even hear it.


"Guys a couple of things before I let you head home.  Our
job is not done, we still have the state finals next
weekend, and since we got back so late, you will all be
excused from the first two periods tomorrow.  Get a
goodnights sleep and I'll see you on the practice field at
3:30."

And with congrats and ass slapping behind them, the soccer
team started making their way off the bus and to their
parked cars.  Just like every time after a home or away
game, the four boys hopped into Ryan's jeep.  However, this
ride home was unlike any they ever experienced; it was full
of awkward silence.  It seemed as though Ryan couldn't get
any of them home quick enough.  First to be dropped off were
Steve and Bret, who lived across the street from one
another.

"Laters guys," both Steve and Bret replied.

"Laters guys!" said Jim

"Yeah, laters.  See ya tomorrow in French class," muttered
Ryan.

Bret and Steve piled out of the jeep with their bags and
watched as Ryan and Jim drove off.  Staring at each and not
sure what do or say, Bret finally spoke up.

"Dude, I'm beat, I know I owe you and all, but do you think
maybe we could do it another time?"

"Owe me? Oh yeah...um sure that's fine...some other time."

"Night, Steve."

"Night, Bret."

Bret picked up his bag and strolled across the street, and
headed for home. Steve just stood there watching one of his
best friends, and all he could think about was Bret licking
his own cum of Steve's chin.  Unbeknownst to Steve, Bret was
thinking the exact same thing. Once he reached the front
door, Bret turned and saw that Steve was still standing
there, watching him as if he was in a daze.  Not knowing
what to do, Bret simply waved and walked indoors, leaving
Steve standing there for a moment until he came to and went
inside.


Driving along and making their way to Jim's house the
silence continued until Jim couldn't take it any more.

"Dudes, what the fuck! Are you not going to talk to me or
what?  Things happen when you drink, dare each other, and
get excited, its normal, no big deal, right?"

"Yeah, sure...no big deal...because at least you got off!"

"Come on Ry, it's not my fault."

"I know, but its just FUCK...LOOK! My fucking cock is still
rock hard! I need to get off."

"Fine, whip it out and I'll finish you off while you drive,
but you better not fucking crash."

"Seriously, fuck yeah. Here, grab the wheel a sec."

Just like he did the night he lost his virginity, Ryan
removed his shorts in a flash. Jim couldn't help but laugh
at the scene of Ryan driving with his shorts down to his
ankles and his hard pole standing at attention.  Jim leaned
over and took it inside his mouth.  Soon he was picking up
where he left off on the bus.  This time Ryan didn't have to
worry about not making any noise.

"FUCK yeah...suck that cock...DAMN!...you sure know what
you're doing...oh god yes...take that dick.

Lifting his mouth from the throbbing member, Jim began to
alternate kissing Ryan's 6-pack stomach and his hairy nut
sac. Soon Ryan was pulling up next to Jim's house, and
turning off the lights and engine so he could finally
concentrate and blow his load that has been building up for
three hours, Ryan grabbed Jim by the back of the head and
forced his cock to go deeper.  Moans and groans left both
boys' mouth, as Jim was balls deep.  With Pamela Lee like
skills, Jim continued to work Ryan's cock over and over; at
times just licking the entire member from head to sac, other
times he would take it deep until his nose was nestling in
Ryan's pubes.  Soon Ryan's balls began to tighten and his
cock swelled even bigger letting his cock sucking best
friend know he was about to cum.

"Jim...if you don't want to swallow, you better ease up
because I'm about to blow...oh fuck...oh god damn...
yeah...yeah...here it comes...here it comes..."

Jim didn't take his mouth off, he just continued sucking,
and when the first squirt hit the back of Jim's throat like
a shot begin fired out of a gun, Jim wished he hadn't
decided to allow Ryan to cum in his mouth.  The first shot
was only the beginning; soon it felt as if a firing squad
was going off in his mouth.  Round after round coated the
entire sphere of Jim's mouth and Ryan's cock only seemed to
get bigger and bigger with each shot.  The heavy firing
finally receded, and Jim knew he could release the gun from
his mouth.  And just as Ryan had done to Jim earlier, Jim
continued to milk the cock in his hand, taking every last
drop into his mouth and even though the first couple of
shots made its way down Jim throat he was not about to
swallow the rest.  After prying himself off Ryan's crotch,
Jim opened the jeep door and spit out the rest of Ryan's boy
juice on the ground.

"Fuck Ry, it was like the Nile overflowing into my mouth!"

(Laughing) "Sorry Jim, that's what happens to me when I
horned up and hard for three hours.  Thanks for helping me
out though. You sure do know how to suck a cock."

"Don't mention it...no seriously, lets not utter another
words as to what we did tonight.  EVER AGAIN, okay?"

"Okay"

"Laters pro, see ya tomorrow!"

"Laters"

And with that Ryan headed for home completely satisfied and
with not a care in the world.  But unaware of the things
that go bump in the night...Ryan and his buddies would soon
found out that when the morning comes, new challenges arise.


To be continued...