Date: Sun, 4 Jul 2004 17:26:35 -0700 (PDT)
From: Mr Bill <s409@yahoo.com>
Subject: Route 198  (t/t) (M/t) (Oral) (Anal)

Note:  The following story is a work of erotic
fiction. Any resemblance to someone who is living,
dead or somewhere in between is a case of wishful
thinking.  If you are under the legal age for your
area or are offended by a story containing homosexual
acts then move along.


"Route 198" (t/t) (M/t) (Oral) (Anal)
 by s409@yahoo.com


The bus route home was the same everyday. After sixth
period, we boarded bus 571 in the circular drive at
the front of the high school. Around 2:30 pm, the
caravan of buses began rumbling down the access road
that ran between the barbershop and the gas station.
The access road had two speed bumps and half a dozen
potholes that would rattle the seats and knock you
into the aisle if you weren't careful. At the end of
the access road, the bus turned right on to Route 198.
Driving past the car parts store, pizza restaurant,
firehouse and finally the auto body repair shop we
continued on Route 198 until the first bus stop about
a half a mile outside of town.  Two more stops on
Route 198, then the bus turned right on to Oursler
Road.

Our nickname for Oursler Road in school was "OutThere"
because it was a long, single lane, dead end road that
fronted only a couple of farms and a county park. The
first bus stop on OutThere was about five miles from
the intersection with Route 198 and directly across
from the entrance to the park. The second bus stop on
OutThere was at the end where the bus used the gravel
driveway of the Oursler farm to turn around.

After the second stop, the bus retraced its path down
OutThere and turned right on Route 198. At the first
road past the abandoned Audry farm, the bus turned
left on to Peach Orchard Road. The last bus stop was
at Rowland Lane, a small subdivision built between a
cornfield and an orchard. That's where I got off the
bus.

During my freshman year, approximately fifteen kids
rode bus 571. I attended a small high school and any
juniors or seniors who could afford a car or managed
to borrow their parent's drove to school rather than
ride the bus.

I don't remember the first time I noticed Brian. He
was a senior and I was just a freshman so the only
time our paths crossed was on the bus. His family
lived in a small house on OutThere across from the
county park. Since his dad taught history at the high
school, Brian drove to school every morning with his
father and rode the bus home in the afternoon.

Brian was tall and thin with a shock of red hair. He
had a few freckles sprinkled across his cheeks and
pale blue eyes.

One afternoon in late May, while waiting outside the
school for bus 571, I happened to look over and
noticed that Brian was staring at me. After we got on
the bus, he sat next to me. I was surprised because
there were plenty of open seats. He made me nervous.
Why did this tall senior want to sit next to me, a
mere freshman? He asked my name and what courses I was
taking in school. We had a pretty banal conversation
until right before his bus stop on OutThere.

At his bus stop, he whispered in my ear, "Don't wear
any underwear tomorrow and we'll have some fun." He
got up, winked at me and walked off the bus.

I was shocked at his bizarre request but when I got
home I had to jerk off twice just to calm down.

The next day I went to school without any underwear. I
didn't have gym class that semester so I didn't have
to change in the locker room.

When I went outside after sixth period, I saw Brian
standing with the other kids waiting for bus 571.  I
walked over to where he was but I didn't say anything
to him. Brian motioned for me to stand away from the
other kids. We walked over to the railing in front of
the flower beds.

"Did you wear any boxers today?"

I said, "No."

"I am going to help you shoot a load today. You okay
with that?" Brian asked.

I nodded.

"Good. Get on the bus first and sit all the way in the
back. Be cool and act like nothing is going on."

With the realization that on the bus ride home,
another guy was going to mess with my dick, my knees
got wobbly. I steadied myself against the rail.

As the bus made the sharp turn from the access road to
the school on to Route 198, Brian and I slid across
the slippery vinyl seat. I stopped when my right leg
pressed against the side of the bus. His leg pressed
against mine.

After the first stop on Route 198, Brian reached over
and grabbed my crotch with his right hand. He rubbed
the outline of my hardening dick. With his left hand,
he unhooked my belt. Then he unbuttoned my jeans.

"Pull down your pants," he whispered.

"What if somebody sees us?" I replied.

"Just pull them down. Hurry!"

I grabbed both sides of my pants, raised my butt off
the seat and quickly slid my jeans to my ankles. My
prick pointed straight up.

Brian spit on the palm of his right hand and grabbed
my boner. He started to masturbate me. I glanced at my
crotch to see Brian's slender fingers and thumb
wrapped around the shaft of my dick.

"Don't look down. Just stare straight ahead."

I nodded. I affixed my eyes on the "NO STANDING WHILE
BUS IS IN MOTION" sign at the front of the bus.

Brian moved his right hand up and down my cock. With
his left hand he massaged my balls. When the bus
slowed for the second drop off on Route 198, Brian
stopped jacking me. He pushed his left hand in between
my crack.  His finger began probing for my asshole.
While the kids were exiting the bus, he burrowed a
finger into my butt. Once the bus started moving, he
continued yanking on my cock while he finger fucked
me.

Whenever I would get close to ejaculating, Brian would
stop jacking my cock and squeeze the base of my dick.
I would shudder and he would continue pulling on my
prick. Before the bus made its third stop on 198,
Brian was trying to slide another finger in my ass.

"Spread your legs, man."

Since my right leg was pushing against Brian's thigh,
I moved my left one outward until I felt Brian's
second digit enter me. Once both fingers were inside,
he stopped moving his left hand but kept jerking me
with his right. By the time the bus turned on to
OutThere, Brian had teased my cock to the point that I
was desperate to blow my load.

"Finish me off," I hoarsely whispered.

I looked down at my crotch as Brian started moving his
hand rapidly up and down my cock shaft. He forced both
his fingers deep into my asshole. I suddenly felt my
nut juice rise from the base of my cock. My first
blast of semen hit me in the chin. The next landed on
my shirt. The remaining squirts speckled the dark
green vinyl bus seat and Brian's hand.

The bus began to slow for Brian's stop. He grabbed my
prick firmly around the base and shook it, flinging
cum on my shirt and the back of the seat in front of
us. When the bus lurched to a halt, he removed the
fingers of his left hand from my butt hole and
released my dick. Brian stood and walked quickly to
the front of the bus. Unlike the grinding, rattling
and squeaking cacophony of the bus in motion, the only
sounds were the metronomic clicking of the flashing
lights and Brian's footsteps. The bus driver opened
the front door and Brian bounded off the bus without
even looking back at me.

As the bus started to move forward, I reached down and
pulled my pants up. I felt the cum around my cock
smear into my jeans. I tried to wipe the cum off my
shirt but that left even larger wet spots. When the
bus finally reached my stop at Rowland Lane, I held my
book bag in front of me and practically ran off the
bus.

After lunch period the next day, Brian and I walked
around the track and talked. Brian told me about Yuri,
a foreign exchange college student who had stayed with
his family when Brian was 15. Brian's parents had seen
a notice about Israeli exchange students posted in
their synagogue and decided it would be educational
for their children to have a foreign student live in
their home. Thus, Yuri came to stay at Brian's house
for two semesters. Yuri was in his early twenties. He
was born in Russia but his family had emigrated to
Israel when Yuri was a boy. After finishing secondary
school and a stint in the Israeli Defense Forces, Yuri
had decided to attend a university in the United
States so he could improve his English. Yuri's stay
turned into quite an education for Brian, although it
was not the type of learning that Brian's parents
would have ever imagined.

Since Brian's house had three bedrooms and he had
three sisters, Yuri wound up sleeping on a bed in
Brian's room. During the first week, Yuri caught Brian
masturbating in bed early one morning. Yuri didn't say
anything but that night suggested that they both
relieve their tensions by masturbating together. Brian
reasoned that if he made a pact with the college boy
about jacking off, then he wouldn't have to worry
about Yuri telling his parents. For the first month,
almost every night and sometimes in the morning Yuri
and Brian would jerk off together.

As the weeks passed, their jack off sessions became
more adventurous.  One night Yuri convinced Brian to
masturbate next to the older boy in Yuri's bed. The
pretext was a jack off contest with the winner being
the guy who shot their load first. Brian won the
initial round so the next evening Yuri suggested a
rematch. Again Brian won the second contest but during
his orgasm he accidentally shot a couple of wads on
Yuri's arm and chest. Brian thought that the college
boy would be upset but instead Yuri suggested a third
round. However, the next evening Yuri changed the
rules slightly. The first guy to cum would shoot his
load on the loser. Brian figured he owed Yuri the
chance to get back at him so the teen went along with
the new rules. A couple of minutes into the third
contest, Brian felt his nut juice begin to rise from
his balls into the shaft. He turned on his side toward
the college boy and let loose. The first few shots hit
Yuri's cheek and nose. Subsequent blasts of cum landed
on Yuri's chest and arm. The third time was their last
contest. Instead, it just became their daily routine
for Brian to jack off in Yuri's bed and shoot his load
on the college boy. After wards, Yuri would finish the
jack off session using Brian's cum as a lubricant.

Over the next few weeks, when Brian sprayed Yuri with
juice, the college boy would open his mouth to allow
dollops of sperm to land inside. Eventually Yuri would
position his face several inches in front of Brian's
cock as the teen shot. Each evening Yuri's face would
approach closer and closer to the tip of Brian's
spurting cock until the teen's cock head wound up
inside of Yuri's mouth. As Brian blew his load, Yuri
sucked on the tip of the teen's dick. In the aftermath
of his first blow job, Brian felt disgusted and
ashamed. He told Yuri that their jack off sessions
were over.

The lunch period ended before Brian could finish his
story. On our way to our divergent fifth period
classes, Brian told me that he wouldn't be riding the
bus home because he had to stay until 3:30 for a
school newspaper meeting. However he promised me that
we would meet tomorrow at lunch so he could finish his
story.

After hearing Brian's tale, I was extremely randy. In
my fifth period class, I couldn't concentrate on Mr.
Kinston's social studies lecture. Sitting at my desk,
my boner snaked down my leg. Every few moments it
would throb. While Mr.Kinston talked about Africa, I
kept imagining Brian and Yuri masturbating in their
bedroom. About thirty minutes after class started, the
teacher told us to break up into study groups. In the
confusion of students pushing their desks together
into circles, I slipped out of the door and headed to
the bathroom.

In the boy's bathroom I headed for the last stall -
the big handicap one. I closed and locked the door. I
yanked down my pants, sat on the commode and put my
legs straight out. I spit on my right hand and began
the quickest jack off session in history. In less than
a minute, I spurted my load on the tile floor, the
front of my pants and my hand. I wiped off the cum
with toilet paper, threw the sperm filled paper in the
water, flushed the toilet and rushed back to Mr.
Kinston's classroom.

I didn't see Brian in the cafeteria on the next day
but I did run into him in the hall. Although it's hard
to talk in a hallway full of teenagers, Brian knew
that I was anxious to hear the end of his story. He
told me to skip out of my sixth period class a little
early and meet him in front of the school.

Brian was already outside by the time I made it out
the front door of the school. It was never easy
escaping the last class of the day. The teacher
watched the door like a hawk. Every kid wanted to
escape sixth period before the bell rang. I walked
over to Brian and he motioned for me to follow him
past the end of the bus line. He then continued the
story about Yuri.

In December, Brian's sister had her bat mitzvah. To
celebrate, Brian's parents threw a huge party in their
house with an open bar. Brian got very drunk with the
help of Yuri. The college boy would order two drinks
from the bar - one for himself and one for Brian.
Toward the end of the party, Brian felt the room was
spinning. After the last guests had left Brian and
Yuri headed for their bedroom.

Brian knew as soon as Yuri closed and locked the
bedroom door that something new was going to happen.
The alcohol had embolden Yuri. As the college kid
stumbled toward his bed, he pulled off his clothes. By
the time Yuri fell on to his mattress he was naked.
Yuri rolled over facing Brian and motioned for the
teenager to join him in bed. The booze had lowered
Brian's inhibitions although he still felt slightly
disgusted about the blow job. Brian walked over and
sat on the bed next to Yuri. Yuri rolled over and
faced the wall. He pulled his legs toward his chest
into almost a fetal position.

Yuri told Brian to put his index finger into the
college boy's ass. Brian thought that this was a
strange request but he complied. Brian pushed his
finger between Yuri's hairy crack and found his
asshole. His finger went inside with only the
slightest resistance. Yuri told Brian to move the
finger in and out of his ass. After several times of
Brian's index finger going in and out, Yuri told Brian
to put two fingers inside of him. Brian slid the tip
of both his index and fuck finger into Yuri's hole.
Yuri then ordered Brian to shove the fingers deep into
his asshole. Brian pushed his fingers inside of Yuri's
rectum. The college boy moaned so loud that Brian had
to tell him to shut up so his parents would not hear.

After a few minutes of finger fucking, Yuri told Brian
to get a condom out of the drawer next to his bed.
While finger fucking Yuri's hairy ass, Brian suspected
that the college guy really wanted a dick. Drunk and
now very horny, Brian extracted his fingers and got
the condom. Brian didn't even bother pulling his pants
down. He just unzipped his fly and extracted his hard
cock. Brian slid in the bed behind Yuri and rolled the
condom on his dick. Brian laid down behind the college
boy. He then pushed forward and felt very little
resistance going into Yuri's finger-fucked hole. Brian
fucked Yuri for several minutes before he came. He
pulled out of Yuri's ass and immediately fell asleep.

I realized then that compared to me, almost a complete
virgin, Brian was an expert regarding sex. He told me
that by the time the school year ended I would be
almost as experienced as him.

As the bus turned on to Route 198 I put my hand on
Brian's knee. He pushed his right leg against me.
First I rubbed his knee and slowly moved my hand to
his thigh and then his crotch. After the bus had made
its third stop on 198, only three other kids remained.
They were all sitting near the front. I unzipped
Brian's pants. Since he never wore underwear I reached
inside his fly and pulled out his hard-on. Just before
the bus turned the corner on to OutThere, I leaned
beneath the seat and lowered my head toward Brian's
lap.

His hard throbbing cock was just below my lips. A
small drop of clear liquid seeped out of the hole at
the red tip. To steady myself, I wrapped my right hand
around the base of his prick. When I squeezed his
shaft, Brian's cock head throbbed. The bus hit a
pothole and his cock head brushed across the end of my
nose. His glob of precum smeared next to my nostrils.

Brian mumbled, "Come on, man. We're almost to the next
bus stop."

Since this was my first blow job, I was hesitant.
Brian ran his fingers through my hair as he pressed
against the back of my head forcing his cock against
my lips. Finally I opened my mouth and allowed the end
of his dick to slip inside. Brian sighed. With my
tongue I explored the ridge between the tip and the
cock shaft.  He pushed against my neck forcing his
prick down my throat. When I gagged, he released the
pressure on my head. I pulled back until just his cock
head was in my mouth.

"Move your head up and down," he whispered.

I complied and began sliding his cock in and out of my
mouth.

Just before the brakes began to squeak signaling the
next stop, his rod started shooting juice into my
mouth. The first blast of cum landed on the back of my
throat. The rest just dribbled on my tongue. While he
was cumming, Brian firmly held the back of my head.
When the bus stopped, he released me. I immediately
sat up.

"Swallow it," he whispered as he stuffed his dick
inside his pants and grabbed his book bag.

He slid past me and headed down the aisle to the front
of the bus. As he walked down the steps, he turned
toward me and smiled.

When the bus started moving, I leaned my head forward
and tried to spit out as much of Brian's cum as
possible. I felt nauseous. I resolved to never suck a
cock again.

The next day at school Brian and I met during the
lunch period. While walking from the cafeteria to the
library, I told him that I didn't want to give any
more blow jobs. He just laughed.

"You just need more practice," he said. "Plus I got
something better planned for this afternoon."

He made a circle with his left thumb and forefinger.
Then he pushed the middle finger of his right hand
through the circle.

"Get off the bus at my stop. We can go to the park."

The bell rang. Brian stood up.

"Make sure you take a shit before you leave school
today. Wipe your ass really good."

I nodded. Brian walked off into the crowd of students
heading for their next class.

I didn't speak with him before we got on the bus that
afternoon. Once ensconced in our rearmost seat I
whispered in his ear, "You really want to butt fuck me
this afternoon?"

"It's got to happen sometime - might as well be today.
It's almost the end of the school year. You owe me a
graduation present."

I looked down.

"Where are we going to do this at?" I asked.

"Just get off the bus at my stop. We'll go to the
county park. It's always deserted this time of day."

He grinned. My stomach churned. I wasn't sure if I
wanted to have his cock up my tail pipe. Brian could
tell that I was worried.

"Really, you'll enjoy it," he assured me.

We didn't touch each other during the bus ride. We
didn't even rub our legs together. Route 198 seemed
much longer without the thrill of messing around with
Brian.

At the first stop on OutThere, Brian and I got off the
bus. We crossed the street and walked up the road into
the county park. Once out of sight of the street, we
linked our arms across each other's shoulders. Just
the weight of his arm on my shoulders and neck made my
cock hard.

Along the way, Brian asked if I was ready to lose my
virginity. I had never thought about getting butt
fucked in the same terms as a girl getting her hymen
busted but the comparison made our tryst in the park
seem more significant. We weren't just two horny boys
trying to lose our loads of cum.

"Yeah," I replied. "I really want you inside of me."

After I said that I felt that we should have kissed or
hugged - done something romantic - but instead, I
reached over and grabbed Brian's hard-on through his
jeans.

"Don't worry. I'll be fucking your ass real soon. Did
you take a dump at school?"

"Yeah, I squeezed out a big turd after sixth period."
Brian and I started to laugh.

"Good. I don't want anything preventing me from ball
banging you."

We stopped at the first picnic shelter. I put my book
bag on the picnic table. Brian threw his book bag on
the table next to mine. He unhooked his belt. In a
flash, he had his pants around his knees. He wasn't
wearing any underwear so his hard cock peeked out from
under his shirt.

"Strip!" he ordered.

 I hesitated only briefly, worried that we would be
caught. I then sat down on the bench and removed my
shoes, shirt, jeans and boxers. With the exception of
my socks, I was naked.

Wasting no time, Brian waddled over to the table. He
unzipped his book bag and extracted a condom and tube
of KY jelly.

He directed me to kneel on the picnic bench and lean
forward so that my ass was sticking out. I rested my
elbows on the table top. Brian moved between my legs,
his pants brushing against my calves and the backs of
my thighs. I stared down at the table reading the
graffiti scratched into the wood. "B.L. Loves K.G".
"James + Katie Forever". I imagined carving "Brian
Buttfucked Me Here" into the table top with my Boy
Scout knife.

Although I was horny, I was embarrassed being in such
a vulnerable position. Should I let Brian fuck me up
the butt? Only a rectal thermometer, a doctor's latex
gloved finger during a physical and Brian's two
fingers had ever been inside my ass. Any of which were
a lot smaller than his throbbing cock.

I avoided looking back at Brian so I was startled when
he squirted a glob of KY on my ass cheek. He slid his
cock through the KY on my ass and then stepped back. I
saw the wrapper of the condom blow by the picnic table
and land in a pile of leaves. Then he moved between my
legs again. Brian's greasy finger rubbed inside my
crack until he found my asshole. He shoved his finger
up my ass.  After a few pokes in and out, Brian added
a second finger. He slowly rotated them in my ass.

"You ready?" Brian asked.

"Yeah, I think so. Go ahead and do it."

Brian slowly withdrew his fingers. He pressed his cock
against my ass ring.

"Relax or you won't enjoy this," he warned.

He pushed hard and my asshole slid open around his
dick head. As soon as Brian's cock tip entered me, my
hole started to burn. I tried to slide forward but he
grabbed my hips and held me in place.

Brian didn't move his pole. "Your ass feels great.
Play with yourself and it won't hurt as bad," he said.

My cock had rapidly deflated due to the pain but I
took his advice and pulled on it. Brian leaned forward
and I felt his cock slide deeper into me. At the point
that his pubic hair pressed against my butt, it felt
like he had found the top of my ass canal and there
wasn't any more room. Now that he had gotten his dick
completely inside of me, he paused and then began a
quick withdraw until just the head was in my hole. He
then began making quick jabs.

"Let it happen," he muttered. "You want to lose your
virginity, don't you?"

"Yeah, just hurry up. It hurts like hell," I replied.

His hands slid from my hips to my ass. He rubbed my
butt cheeks and then pushed them apart so his prick
would slide deeper into my hole. On his upstroke, I
felt his balls slap into my butt.

The warm spring day combined with the pain of being
fucked caused cool rivulets of sweats to run down from
my underarms to my chest. As his cock churned my ass,
I smelled a slight odor of shit. As he kept a steady
rhythm driving his cock in and out of my hole, neither
of us spoke. The only noises were the occasional sigh
or groan.

Brian fucked me for about ten minutes before I felt
him push all the way into me and stop. His cock
swelled. He groaned. I knew that he was gumming.

After he had shot his load, he pulled his dick from my
hole. He backed away from between my legs. As I turned
around and sat on the picnic bench he removed the
condom.

"I want you to drink my nut out of the rubber," he
said.

Brian leaned over me. His body blocked the sun from my
face. With his left hand he pushed against my
forehead.

"Come on. You drank my cum on the bus. Tilt your head
back and open your mouth."

I reluctantly leaned my head back. Brian positioned
the open end of the condom over my lips and inverted
the rubber holding it by the tip. I parted my lips and
his cum oozed into my mouth.  Now that the condom was
an inch from my nose, I could smell my shit mixed with
the latex odor of the rubber. After several large
blobs of sperm fell on my tongue, he threw the condom
on the dirt next to the picnic bench. I straightened
my head and swallowed hard.

"I told you that you'd learn to like it," he said.
Brian started to giggle while he pulled up his pants.

After the pounding that my ass just had and drinking
Brian's juice, my cock had begun to harden. I reached
down and started to masturbate.

"Finish off before someone comes up here." After
shooting his load, Brian had become more cautious.
Since I hadn't cum, I was in no mood to stop jacking.

"Give me some of that grease for my prick," I said.

Brian grabbed the tube of KY and squeezed some on my
cock head. I rubbed the lube over my shaft and
continued pulling on my dick. He sat down on the
picnic bench next to me.

"Open your legs. I'll finger you so you can nut
faster."

Brian moved his right hand under my sack and began
poking around until he found my hole. He slid his fuck
finger inside of me.

"Goddamn, your ass is really loose now. I must have
fucked your brains out," Brian said.

We both giggled at his remark. I continued to pull on
my meat and Brian finger fucked me until I shot my
load. Brian kept his finger in my ass.

"Come on, Brian, pull it out. It fucking hurts now," I
told him.

"Man, I love this hole. I'd like to fuck you every
day."

Brian pulled his finger out of my ass. His finger tip
had some shit on it so he wiped his finger on the
bench next to him. I put on my clothes. He put the KY
into his back pack. We walked back to his house and
his mother gave me a ride home.