Date: Sun, 9 Nov 2008 14:33:50 -0500
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Linebackers 8 - The Bus Ride


It was dark in the school bus. This Friday night, the football team had won
a game against a team about an hour away, and they were riding back in one
of the school's buses. It was the old kind, with the brown plastic seats. It
was dirty and smelled like...well...like old school buses smell.

The team always rode two buses back from an away game. One bus had most of
the coaches and the team - the other bus had most of the equipment. This
night, there were a few extra people on the first bus, so four guys had
volunteered to ride back with in the equipment bus with Coach Cosgrove. The
guys really liked Coach Cosgrove - he played football in high school and
college, and a lot of the linebackers liked him cause he was a big guy like
them.

The four players sat in the back of the bus, and all the equipment was in
the middle of the bus, and the coach rode in the front seat by the driver to
work on some stats and talk to him. He couldn't really see the guys behind
all the gear, but he trusted the guys; besides, he thought, what all could
they get into back there?

Brock had gotten on first and run back to the last seat on the right - guys
always liked the back benches cause they were a little bit wider, and longer
because of the emergency equipment underneath them. The hairy kid was
sitting in his seat in a white t-shirt and his football pants; he took out
his cup but he still had on his jock. He liked this t-shirt, it was small,
and it showed off his big biceps and triceps, and some of chest hair peaked
over the collar. He was sitting in his seat facing forward with his eyes
closed, relaxing.

Dustin, one of the twins, was sitting in front of him. This was the bigger
of the two twins - he was about 240 pounds, black hair and always had some
stubble on his face; he didn't like to shave every day, and he liked his
hairy face. The last few days he had been growing a chinstrap. He also liked
the hair that was growing on his chest this year; it had started his junior
year, and was starting to grow around his big pecs and up towards his neck.
He wasn't fat, but he wasn't cut; he was a big, wide kid. The small trail of
hair growing up his belly had started to cover his stomach, which was also
big and solid. His three inch cut dick grew to about seven inches hard. He
was leaving against the window, facing the middle of the bus, wearing a
hoodie and some shorts; the guys didn't shower, but he had just put them on.

Sam was sitting in the other back seat - he had taken off his pads, but he
put his jersey back on over his sweaty underclothes; it kept him sweaty and
rank, which he liked. He had changed into some long gym shorts, grey, and
kept his jock on, mainly in case he got hard so it wouldn't show. Bus rides
made him hard, especially when he rode with all the sweaty, smelly gear in
the gear bus. The fat linebacker was sitting on the bench with his arms on
the back, his big belly stretching his small jersey.

The fourth guy was John, sitting in the bench in front of Sam. John was a
tall guy - probably the tallest guy on the team. The senior stood about
6'6". He had a tall frame, and he wasn't fat, but he had a big solid chest.
John also liked his ass - it was big and round, and sometime he had to buy
pants a little bit bigger to fit into. Then his pants were too loose, and
all day at school, his pants would be almost below his ass cheeks; sometimes
he didn't realize that between classes, he was walking around with his thin
underwear showing, clinging to the round globes. He had a boyish face but a
nice amount of facial hair; he could grow a nice beard, but if he shaved it,
he looked pretty clean shaven. He had a few days of growth tonight. He
wasn't really hairy, but the hair on his stomach had started growing past
his belly button, up towards his chest, and he had some hair around his
nipples and chest, it was light, but he was hoping it would grow in thicker
as he got older. He also had hairy legs and a lot of hair in his ass crack -
more than he saw on most guys in the locker room, he thought. He too was
wearing just a white t-shirt and his football pants and jock. He sat on the
edge of the bench in the aisle, playing his PSP.

"Nice game, Dustin," said John. "You kicked some ass."

Dustin said, "Thanks...we all did awesome, actually. I think we all had one
of our best nights, especially Brock!" Brock had an awesome sack that was
sure to be a highlight mentioned in the paper. The guys looked at Brock, who
sat with his eyes closed, which he usually did; he heard them, but he didn't
smile, he was enjoy his solitary peace.

"Yeah, we work really well together," said John, pausing his game.

The guys all nodded. "What are you playing, John?" Dustin asked.

"SOCOM," said John. Dustin then said, "Hey, let me see that..."

John handed him the PSP. He had some music on it, and some porn, just in
case; he didn't think about it when he handed it over.

Dustin played around with the game as they all talked about what games they
liked. Dustin was flipping through the menus when he came to the videos.
"Whoa, dude," he said, surprised that John would watch porn; most of the
guys thought of him as a "good kid", he didn't drink or do much of anything
bad. Then, he realized, he probably didn't get any so, of course he watched
porn.

John remembered his porn and scrambled up to grab the PSP. "Shut the fuck
up, D...gimme it back!"

Dustin tried to kick John as he hopped up and John sat back down. Dustin was
laughing and said, "Holy shit, John's got some hard core porn on
here...damn, this chick is fucking some other chick with a huge
vibrator...fuck!" Dustin watched as the girls made out while one of them
reamed the other one's pussy with the sex toy. He turned up the sound as far
as he could, and the guys could hear the women moaning and talking dirty.
"This is hot," said Dustin.

John was glad Dustin thought it was cool. He was starting to get hard,
hearing the sounds, remembering the movie, and being around these guys with
the porn on. Luckily Dustin hadn't picked the strap-on movie he had, where
the chick fucked another chick with a strap-on, then a guy came in and
fucked her while the other girl fucked him with a strap-on. He was afraid
they'd think it was gay, but he really liked strap-on movies, with girls but
also with guys.

"Check this out, Sam," said Dustin as he handed the PSP to him. Dustin was
starting to get hard, seeing all that pussy.

"Damn Johnny...this blond is hot!" said Sam. His cock chubbed up his his
jock. "She's taking that thing deep and it's thick. Man, I have this one
movie where..." Sam, John and Dustin started talking about porno movies they
had, mostly clips they'd downloaded from the internet, talking about how hot
the women were, or how loud they were, or what they were doing.

Brock was listening to this whole conversation and he was hard as a rock.
These hot, sweaty guys were talking about porn, and what they liked, and he
was just ignoring them, trying to relax but it was hard, just like his dick.

The three guys had hit a lull in the conversation, and the back of the bus
was quiet except for the noise of the porn, which was loud but not loud
enough for Coach Cosgrove to hear. All the talk of dicks, pussies, and
fucking had made all four guys hard. Dustin broke the ice; he wasn't afraid
of awkward conversation. "Man, I'm horny. I think after our team effort
tonight we need to bond in one more way..." Dustin had jerked off with other
guys at summer camp or sports camp before a few times. It wasn't gay, it was
a bonding thing, and he liked it; it was awesome to do something every guy
did in private with your buddies, and it brought them closer together. He
had never done it with anyone on the football team, though.

Sam and John looked awkwardly at each other. Sam and Cory had gotten off
together last month, but he hadn't done anything since that, and John had
never done anything with another person, girl or guy, besides feel up a
girl's boobs last year. He was pent up and horny. He jerked off a lot
anyway, and he usually didn't jerk off on game days, so it had been at least
a day since he'd emptied his balls. Sam smiled and that put John at ease.
"Why not," said Sam. "Let's do it."

The three guys looked over at Brock. "Come on, you hairy monster, rub one
out with us," said Dustin.

Brock opened his eyes, and tried to appear like he was considering it, but
he had already made up his mind. "I guess so, guys..."

Dustin said, "Yeah! OK, what can we shoot in...." He thought about his cup,
but that was gross. Brock had a quick idea. "Just...shoot it on the seat in
front of you, I have an extra washcloth we can wipe it up with, that way we
don't have to worry about aiming." John smiled and said, "What, B, you shoot
all over the place?" Brock just smiled.

"OK, boys, let's get this started..." Dustin lifted his ass up and slid off
his shorts. His cold, bare ass sat back down on the cold plastic bench. He
took off his hoodie too, the long sleeves would get in the way. He looked
up, and realized the adults in the front couldn't see them; Coach Cosgrove
was working on the stats anyway, which was a lot of math, so he'd be deep in
thought.

Sam decided to do the same thing. He stripped down bare ass naked. Being a
fat guy, he didn't usually like being naked, but he felt safe with his
friends, especially with Dustin, who was almost as big as him, being naked
already. John also took off his shorts and jock but left on his shirt.
Brock, sitting behind Dustin, took off everything but his jockstrap, and
looked around.

Dustin was sitting against the window, facing the guys. Brock looked down at
Dustin's seven inch cock. It was cut and had a big flared, red head. Dustin
was working it dry, moving some of the extra skin up and down it. It wasn't
fully hard yet, but he could tell it was almost. John was sitting the same
way, facing them - he had seen John's hairy legs and ass in the shower, but
they were no match for his in the hair department. John had an uncut cock,
which few guys on the team did, and he was working the foreskin over the
head. He was a shower, about 5" soft and 6" hard, and Brock had seen how
John's foreskin covered almost his whole head. It looked thin too; he could
see the outline of John's dickhead through the skin. Brock looked at Sam -
both he and Sam were facing forward, and Sam's big belly was above his cock,
which was about 7" and curved a little to the right, with a big pink head.

Sam looked over at Brock. Brock was still wearing his jockstrap, but his big
dick was pushing out the fabric. Sam remembered how Brock's jock smelled
when he and Cory were smelling them; it was a heavy, sweaty smell, probably
because all that hair trapped so much of the smell. Sam and Brock were
checking each other out; Sam was looking at Brock's hairy, muscular body,
and Brock saw Sam spit in his hand and rub his dick.

"Awesome, guys..." said Dustin. The porno sounds were playing in the bus,
adding to the sexual tension and energy. It was dark in the back, but not
too dark, and there were some cheap lights, and everything had a reddish
tint from the lights behind the bus.

Dustin knew he wasn't gay, but it was so hot pulling his pud with his
friends. Guys all do it; they do everything else together, so why not this?
He felt masculine, like a caveman. He was having trouble jerking off with
his left hand and keep his balance, sitting and facing the middle; his arm
was bumping the seat, and his big frame was having trouble sitting on the
bench sideways. "This isn't comfortable..." he said to the guys.

All four guys were hard as a rock at this point. John looked over at Brock,
who had pulled his big dick out of his jockstrap and was jerking it off now.
Brock was looking over the seat at Dustin, watching him work his cock. Brock
too was uncut, and he was always fascinated watching cut guys rub their
dicks. Brock usually liked to play with his butthole when he jerked off,
either with his fingers or something else, but he couldn't do that with
these guys watching him.

Sam was still watching Brock's short, buff, hairy body. It was hairier than
Cory's - fuck, it was the hairiest in the whole school probably, he thought.
Sam just had sideburns, and not much body hair - he wished he was more like
Brock. He saw how Brock's black chest hair was starting to grown into his
armpit, and up his shoulders. He looked like he was in college with that
manly body. Sam slowly milked his big dick, watching Brock do the same.

John had been sitting facing forward, jerking his dick, occasionally looking
over at the guys. "Umm...yeah, it's hard to..."

Sam was sitting on the bigger back bench and he had an idea. It just came
out of his mouth, and as he was saying it, he was afraid the guys were gonna
make fun of him, but he wanted to see Brock a little closer. "Here, sit back
here." Sam slid over into Brock's bench. Brock's eyes were closed, and he
felt Sam's big thigh push against his. He was surprised; he didn't think it
would go here, and Brock jumped up and slid over by the window.

"Cool," said Dustin, and he moved over to the back bench. "Come on back,
buddy..." he said to John.

John hesitated, but decided it was cool - he wanted more room, and it would
a better bonding experience. He bent down as he moved back so as not to move
into the sight of the adults over the football equipment taking up the
middle of the bus, stacked high in the seats.

As John moved back to sit next to Dustin, who was sitting by the window, Sam
caught a whiff of John's sweaty body. Combined with the sweaty gear, and the
fact that the windows were all closed, it was smelling sweaty in here, just
how Sam liked it. Since he had smelled all the jockstraps Cory had, he found
himself getting really tired on by the sweaty smell. And he also wanted to
sit next to Brock to smell his hairy body.

The guys were all sitting in the back two benches now, stroking their big
dicks. Sam's was probably the biggest and the thickest as he looked around,
but Dustin was a close second. Sam and Brock were jerking with their right
hands, while Dustin was using his left hand and John was using his right
hand. Their arms and elbows kept bumping each other. They were all quiet,
looking around and listening to the porn sounds, watching their own big
dicks and taking a few peeks at each other.

Brock's left hand was rubbing his thighs and balls while he jerked off.
Instinctively, he had spread his legs and he was rubbing his balls. This was
the part where he usually slid his big middle finger up his butt, but he
couldn't here. He was just sort of rubbing his ball sack and the area under
it. Sam saw this and figured out what he was doing. Sam took his left hand
and felt up Brock's flat hairy stomach - he couldn't resist this. "Damn..."
said Sam, feeling all the hair. Brock's dick got hard as steel when Sam
touched him, and his finger slid lower, rubbing his hole a little, but he
wasn't at an angle to go in.

Dustin and John weren't looking at the other guys; they were looking at
themselves and each other. Dustin had an inch on John, but they were each
comparing their dicks; John's uncut cock and Dustin's big thick dick. Their
arms were bumping every so often, and it was annoying Dustin. He was horny
as hell, and he was fascinated by John's foreskin; Dustin and his brother
both fucked a lot of chicks, but Dustin still jerked off a ton. Dustin
decided to take a chance, and let go of his dick and grabbed his friend's
uncut cock, pushing his hand away. John put his arms down as his friend
played with his penis with his right hand, both of them watching the
foreskin swallow his dickhead on the up stroke. John decided to spit in his
left hand and stroke Dustin's cock. He said quietly, "Here, let me return
the favor bro..." and felt the smooth, hard dick in his hand.

Next to them, Sam was jerking himself and feeling his buddy's hairy front.
He put his arm around Brock's shoulders, jerking himself and feeling the
hair his shoulder. He was also massaging his chest while Brock jerked off
his uncut cock. He saw Brock working his fingers down by his ass. He wanted
to feel more of Brock. "Here, lean forward," Sam whispered. Brock scooted up
and leaned forward. Sam ran his hand down Brock's back, feeling the hairs on
the sides and above his ass. Both guys worked their dicks. Brock enjoyed the
hand feeling his back, and suddenly Sam said, "Lean back and raise up your
ass..." Brock squatted up a little on his powerful, hairy legs. Sam's hand
was under Brock now, feeling up his very hairy ass. The sweaty hairs were
wet and he ran his fingers through them. He moved his hand forward and felt
Brock's hairy hole, which was wet from spit and sweat.

Sam took his left middle finger and rubbed Brock's hole. Brock stifled a low
moan, and Sam knew he had figured out what Brock was doing. Sam pushed
slowly and felt the hole swallow his finger to the first knuckle as Sam
pushed up a little. Brock gasped as it slid in, held if for a second, then
Brock lowered his ass back to the seat, feeling every inch of Sam's big
thick finger rub the inside of his ass. Brock and Sam kept jerking, sharing
this private, hot moment that their friends couldn't see.

John and Dustin were pretty busy with each other, though. They were watching
Brock and Sam but their eyes were locked on each other's dicks as they
worked over their friend's cock. Their strokes had gotten a little faster,
and they each were harder - John had leaked a stream of precum down the
head, and the foreskin was making a sticky noise and rubbing it all over his
head, Dustin saw.

Sam's finger was lodged deep inside Brock, and Brock was slowly wiggling
around, feeling it rub his insides. Sam was also moving it a little bit, and
sometimes it would punch Brock's prostate and his dick was bounce and
tighten up. Sam was working his big dick too, watching Brock ride his finger
and work his own cock. He glanced over and saw his buddies jerking each
other off and smiled.

John said it first; "I'm close, guys..." Dustin said, "Yeah buddy, shoot
that..." John groaned, feeling the cum rising as his buddy jerked his six
inch cock. Dustin was working his foreskin and it was awesome. John looked
down his big body and his dick, being rubbed by his friend, and he lost it.
As Dustin jerked it, he pulled it down, and five shots of white cum flew out
the end, splattering on the seat in front of him. "Awww," said John.
"Damn..."

Sam and Brock had looked over to watch this, and Sam was about to lose it.
Watching big John cum and feeling Brock's ass squeeze his finger was too
much. When he saw John's spurts, he came - three or four ropes shot up high
and hit the back of the seat, sliding down as the rest shot out and dripped
down the seat.

"Fuck," said Dustin, and he felt John's grip tighten but not slow down as
John came. Dustin's dick erupted, with some cum flying everywhere; on the
seat in front of them, on him, on John, everywhere as John jerked it fast
and tight.

The three guys were out of breath from their orgasms. Slowly, they all came
to and looked over at Brock. They couldn't see Sam's arm under Brock's hairy
body, but they saw Brock stroking his cock with long strokes. The smell of
all the cum hit Brock's nose, and he knew he was close. Sam started moving
his finger in a "come here" motion and Brock knew he was gonna loose it and
shoot his load. He groaned deep as his ass muscle grabbed Sam's finger, and
six ropes of cum shot out and smacked the vinyl seat. Dustin said "Damn!" as
the hairy kid shot so much cum it looked like he was pissing for the first
few shots. Brock hadn't cum like that in a while, and Sam slid out his
finger when Brock stopped cumming.

The guys all looked at each other, smiling as their limp dicks were leaking
onto the seats. They felt a closeness with each other. "Damn, boys, we're
fucking MEN," said Dustin, smiling as he went back to his seat to get
dressed, as John did. "Clean this shit up!" said John, and Brock got out his
washcloth as he tucked his cock in his jock. Sam moved back to his seat, and
said, "Here, toss me that," when Brock was done wiping down their cum. Brock
tossed Sam the cloth, and Sam wiped down Dustin and John's cum. He reached
in his bag and got out a ziplock bag, and put his finger up to his mouth and
made the "shhhh" sound to Brock. When he did that, he smelled Brock's sweaty
ass on his middle finger, and felt a glob of cum slide out his cock. Brock
smiled, and Sam put the cum covered washcloth in the bag, saving it for
later.