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On a Break
By Simon Peter
I am taking the bus home. I could have driven, but I'd rather just relax and take in the scenery for the 5-hour trip. I heave a sigh as I lay my head on the headrest.
I close my eyes and think about Jamie. I broke off with her last night. It wasn't pretty. There were tears and incriminations, but our relationship wasn't going anywhere. When I told her so, she broke down. I hadn't expected such a reaction. We did have a sweet relationship and the sex was good-not great, but good. She started getting on my nerves when she would come out with those little instructions and hints regarding my habits and behavior. We would be sitting in a sidewalk café, for example, enjoying our coffee and my smoke, and then, out of the blue, she would comment on how often I lit up. She is not my Mom! I resent this. She would also make snide comments about how I watch people walk by, females and males, it doesn't matter. She would say that I have this lustful look on my face and that she didn't like it that I desired others. She would rearrange my shaving stuff in my bathroom, for god's sake! No, it wasn't working out and I am glad that we split. She will get over me. I miss her, sure. But there are other fish in the pond.
There is Steven that I would really want to fuck! When I was with Jamie, I never had the chance to sleep with guys. And I miss that. I love pussy, but guys are hot also. I have needs and I do both guys and girls. I enjoy sex with both. I might be regarded as a sick young man, but that's who I am. No one has the right to judge me.
My cock twitches inside my jeans as Steve's cute face pops up in my head. He has lovely, smart, brown eyes, long eyelashes, pretty male lips, angular chin, and two fuckingly-cute dimples in the middle of his face cheeks! Man, he turns me on. We haven't gotten to having sex yet, but I definitely intend to do so when I get back to school next week! I day-dream, lulled by the rhythm of the bus. There is also Mark Shannon! Fuck me! I am a sex-crazed bastard! Mark lives in the house next to my parents'. The Shannons have moved in two years ago and I met Mark last Christmas. He is hot! I dream about doing him quite often. My cock more than stirs this time. It starts to strain against my tight boxers and jeans.
I sigh, get up and head for the bathroom. As I take a leak through my semi-erect penis, I think about Mark. How will I get to fuck him? Oh, man, he is really hot. After Jamie, I need a hard fuck session with a hot person, and Mark is there for me. Or is he? There is always Steven, but that's one week into the future. Too long! I will have to think of ways of getting Mark.
I finish pissing, tuck myself back inside my boxers, zip up, and head back. I return to my daydreaming, my eyes closed, and I think of Mark again. I have seen him torso-naked, mowing his parents' lawn during spring break. His chest is smooth and the image of it glistening with sweat is very clear in my mind. He looks so fuckable. This was one day before I left back to school. He's remained on my mind since then. I can see him now, his beautiful, tanned body, and I can feel myself licking his sweaty chest and nipples, pulling down his shorts, taking him in my mouth, and then turning him around, bending him over, and fucking his brains out. Shit! Now I have a hard-on! I start as I feel someone taking the seat next to me. Opening my eyes, I see this guy, around my age, settle down in the seat next to mine, nodding at me.
"Hi," he says. "I'm Rick. I hope you don't mind my taking this seat."
"Not at all," I squirm trying to hide my noticeable bulge. My erection shows, snaked sideways along my left thigh! "I'm Ed."
We shake hands.
"It's just that my seat is next to this fat lady who has fallen asleep and snores like a truck, and her head keeps dropping onto my shoulder!" he explains.
We laugh. He glances down at my erection and then looks up at me.
"Seems I have interrupted some dream, huh?" he says meaningfully.
I glance down at my crotch, and, yes, my erection is very noticeable. I sigh.
"Well, you know how it is," I say vaguely, but not trying to hide myself anymore. "It has a mind of its own," I smile as I rub my hardness slowly.
"Someone you have left or someone you are meeting?" he asks with a smile.
I don't really appreciate the investigating remarks. But the guy is hot, and I am horny, so I answer, "Both!"
Again we laugh at that.
"Is she your girlfriend? Steady?" he prods on.
"We broke off last night," I confess.
"And the girl you are expecting to see?" he keeps at it.
I look straight at his face and say, "Guy!", my hand still on my bulged jeans.
He takes in a deep breath.
"Oh!" he sort of exclaims, raising his eyebrows.
"You don't seem to approve," I comment. The last thing I want is someone to judge me and my sexual preferences. Fuck him! "Oh, no," he says. "I'm bisexual also."
Oh? Wow! I study his face, now much more interested. Not a bad looker at all.
I decide to prod as well. "So what about you, Rick? Breaking off or meeting?"
"Neither," he replies with a pout.
"You are going celibate, then?" I smirk.
His reaction surprises me. He places a hand on my thigh, pressing lightly.
"I hope not," he says in a low voice.
He moves his hand down the inside of my thigh. My cock quivers and hardens, stretching the fabric even more. I place my arm behind his neck and press my hand on his shoulder. My other hand grabs his and places it on my crotch. Thankfully, the other seats facing us are empty. He kneads my erection.
Oh, yea. I so need this.
"Rick?" I whisper as he rubs my cock through the jeans. It's starting to get a bit uncomfortable. "I think I need to visit the bathroom."
"And will I join you?" he asks, pressing on my cock.
I smile, standing up, "If it pleases you."
We don't lose much time when we get into the small bus toilet. It's cramped and smelly, but he drops his pants and bends over the toilet seat. I quickly roll on a condom (I keep a couple in my wallet for emergencies), put spit on it, simultaneously fingering his ass, and find his offered hole, hairy and sweaty. It takes me a few minutes of fucking hard and deep to lose my load into the condom, buried deep inside his ass. When I pull out, he straightens and masturbates his smallish dick into the toilet bowl. I wipe off my cock after removing the cum-filled condom, pull up my jeans, and leave.
A few moments later, he returns with a flushed face. "Thank you," he says to me without sitting down.
"Now I can return to my seat."
"You're welcome," I smile. "That was quite nice."
I return to my daydreaming. What the fuck has just happened? I have just fucked a guy in the bus toilet. Fuck! That's so crazy, but also so hot. A few minutes of passing sex with a total stranger! Incredible! The rest of the trip is uneventful. I keep reflecting on this guy, Rick. He has balls, I must admit! He has just got himself fucked by a "hunkish" guy like me in a fucking bus toilet! I have to hand it to him. Not only balls, but also a hot ass! I wonder what it would be like to be like Rick, travelling around in buses and trains and getting fucked by strange hunks over and over! My dad meets me at the bus depot and drives me home. As I grab my sack from the trunk of my dad's Jeep, I hear Mark waving hello. My dad waves back. My heart skips a beat! Mark is so cute, I want him! I say hi back with a quivering smile. As we walk in through the front door, I think I see Mark wink at me.
I am not sure. It has to be my imagination. I deeply hope it is not. I kick myself for not winking back. I decide to spend tomorrow morning on the porch, pretending to study, and wait for him to come out and over. Then I will give him a wink he won't refuse! My crotch itches; my cock trembles.
I hug my mom and we sit to a nice home-made dinner. We talk about college and stuff for a while. As we move to the living room, dad turns on the TV and he and mom take the couch. I excuse myself and step out for a cigarette. Mom can't make me not smoke, but she surely would not allow me to smoke inside the house.
I lean against the porch post, inhaling smoke contentedly. Again, I think of Rick and travelling and getting fucked on trains and buses, and, of course, I erect! His hairy crack and offered ass have been very exciting.
I jump when I hear Mark say, very close, "Hey, Ed, great to see you back."
I haven't heard him approach in the dark, being completely taken by the sex-on-trains-and-buses fantasy.
"Oh, hi, Mark," I respond, a little out of breath. "Didn't hear you approach!"
"Sorry if I startled you. I just wanted to say that I am glad to see you."
Mark is one year younger than me, but he doesn't go to college. He has decided that he could make more money as a car mechanic, which he has trained for, than with a college degree. Of course, he is probably right, considering the money I pay to get my car fixed! He has a beautifully fit body-I have already admired his naked torso! "How about hitting the town, now that you are here?" he asks. "Or maybe you are occupied with your folks, the first night you are home."
I think of my dad and mom couch-potatoing in front of the TV set.
"Great idea! Give me a second to tell them."
Moments later, I am out of the house. Mark is waiting outside. What a cute guy! I wish I had any chance of getting him into bed. There is still one condom left in my wallet, aching to be used.
We go to this pub/bar in downtown that I used to go to whenever I came home. The bartender greets me with a smile. "Good to see you back home, Ed."
We order beers and sit at one of the tiny, rickety tables.
"So tell me about school. Meeting anyone interesting?" Mark inquires.
I smile, thinking of all the girls and guys I've been out with. I am not going to confess to all that! "Well," I say vaguely. "A few, now and then. What about you?"
"Nothing serious. This is a boring town. I tell you, buddy; it's great having you around. I miss you."
Wow, I think. He misses me? Hmmm. How can I translate this into sex language? He wants me? Desires me? Lusts for me? Oh, boy! "Hey," I respond, somewhat throatily. "I miss you all, too."
"All?" he smiles.
"Well, sure, my folks, this bar, you..." I trail inconsequentially.
"Well, at least you have included me in your very long list!" He has a mischievous look on his face.
"Sure, Mark. We're friends. What are you talking about? Sure, I miss you, too."
He smiles and sips his beer, looking at me over the rim of the glass. I think: how cute this kid is! He's not really a kid since we're almost the same age, but I have always thought of him as the kid next door.
"Speaking of miss and stuff, how do you miss me, then?"
"Excuse me?" I inquire, somewhat baffled. What is he driving after?
"You said you missed me. How?"
I clear my throat. I can't very well tell him that I miss looking at his naked torso as he mows his dad's lawn. Well, maybe I can, but the question is: Will I?
"Well," I finally say. "What I miss most is having a nice person as a neighbor, someone I can go out for a beer and a smoke with, and," I finally decide to add, "a neighbor that mows the lawn in a naked torso."
I can't believe I have said that. The look on Mark's face is indecipherable. What is he going to make out of this? Will he ignore my suggestive remark about his body? Will he...? I wait for his reaction anxiously.
He looks down at the table, studying his fingers. He moves the coaster around slowly, and then he looks back up at me and stares me in the eyes.
"Do you like my naked torso?" he asks in a very low voice; I can hardly hear him.
"Yes. Very," I mumble, feeling my face blush.
His knee touches mine under the table and I feel him press lightly. I press back. I reach and touch his hand as he fingers the coaster. He emits a very low moan as if I have electrified him.
"You can see more than just my naked chest, Ed," he whispers, looking down at my hand caressing his, avoiding my eyes.
"I'd love for you to show me, buddy. I bet the rest of you is even sexier."
I caress his fingers, running my middle finger up and down his. I glance around to make sure that no one can see what I am doing. But I can't let this opportunity slip away from me. I have finally connected with this person of whom I have thought a lot, in a sexual way.
He licks his lower lip. He doesn't remove his hand, but I remove mine, afraid to be seen by someone.
"I like you, Mark, a lot. And I want to see you naked. And feel you." By now I am aroused. "Mark?" I continue when he doesn't respond. "I already have a hard-on for you, right now, right here, under the table. Mark, buddy, I have an erection just by touching your fucking finger!"
"So do I," he finally responds.
"Can we go somewhere? I mean we can't go to my parents' place. My room is just across the hall from theirs. You know," I say lamely.
"We can go to our house. My room is in the attic. If you don't mind the heat, that is. It gets pretty warm at this time of year and my dad hasn't installed the promised air-conditioning unit yet."
"I don't mind the heat, Mark. Not when I'm naked!"
He smiles, a very cute smile, but also full of lust.
"I think we should wait a while before leaving. I don't want to advertise my bulging crotch to everyone in the bar."
He stares at me now, his eyes full of emotions.
"I have always wanted such excited desire from you, Ed, he adds huskily. "Every time you went away to college, I would mope!"
"Let's talk about football, then."
We do: talk about football for a while and my erection eventually subsides. As soon as I feel that my bulge will not show, we leave.
His house is dark, except for the entrance light. "My parents are away. They are visiting my aunt's and will not be back till next Monday," Mark says as he unlocks the front door.
"You mean you are living alone in the house?"
"Duh," he smirks.
Mark does not turn on the lights when we enter. Instead, he grabs hold of my waist and puts his mouth on mine. I pull him close to me hungrily and push his lips apart with my tongue. He sucks on it, also hungrily. Pressing on him, I can already feel his erection at my thigh. I harden and grind on his lower belly. I am around 10 centimeters (4 inches) taller than he is, so my erection presses on his belly and his presses at my upper thigh! I move my lips to his neck, bending down, and he whimpers. He starts feeling my cock with his hand, and I pull back a little, letting him rub up and down my cock shaft inside my jeans.
"Fuck!" he says out loud.
"What?" I start, thinking that his parents are back, or something.
He laughs. "You are hung, Ed!"
I let out a relaxing breath, take his hand, and place it back on my crotch. He moans and rubs. "It feels so big, Ed."
"You can tell?" I ask.
"Duh."
"What's with this 'duh' thing?" I laugh and move away. "Can I smoke in here, Mark?" God, I need a cigarette. "And don't you dare say duh."
He laughs. "I was about to say it."
I slap his butt and fish out my pack, lighting up. "Want one?" I offer.
"I got some of mine, thanks." He lights up a Marlboro. I'm more of a Winston guy! We sit on the couch, smoking. I lean over and kiss him. He places his hand on my thigh and kisses me back. We make out as we smoke. Fuck! I love this kid! Finally, our cigarettes snubbed out, we start to shed off our clothing. In no time, we are naked.
"So you wanted to see me totally naked, huh?" Mark asks as he pulls the curtains closed and turns on the side lamp.
Jesus H. Christ! He is a hunk. His naked torso is in no way indicative of his beautiful naked body, fully exposed. The hair trail starts in the middle of his stomach, barely visible, thickening under his navel to his thick, curling pubes around a hard, huge cock! What the fuck! I muse. And he calls me hung? He is way bigger than me in that department. My dick looks puny in comparison, both lengthwise and in girth. The thickness of his cock shaft makes my mouth drop open. He stands there, smirking.
"Oh, boy!" I exclaim.
"Didn't expect to see this, Ed, did you?" he says, grabbing his monster cock.
"Fuck, no," I can't control my exclamation. "Turn around, Mark."
His butt is even more incredible than his huge dick! It's bubbled and fuzzy. The hair starts just under the two hot rounds of butt cheek thickening on the back of his thighs down to his legs. I reach out and touch one cheek. He looks back without turning, rippling the muscles of his butt. His ass is so firm and it ripples so invitingly, I know I will be in heaven rubbing it with my cock, spreading it, and fucking it deep.
"You are extremely hot, Mark, and I want you!" I say in a hoarse voice.
I pull him back onto the couch and we make out some more, this time naked, with my hand marveling the size of his cock. I have never been with another guy who sports a penis bigger than mine. Now I know the feeling when my male partners' eyes widen whenever I strip and show them my dick! Mark's is beyond bigger. Mark has an anaconda between his thighs. And his balls hang low, big, and hairy! "Oh, Ed," he moans into my mouth. "How often have I fantasized about this! I never thought..."
"What? That I can be gay?"
"That, yes, but more if you are attracted to me," he says hesitantly.
"Well, Mark," I explain. "First, I'm not gay!" His eyes widen and he moves a few inches away from me.
I am still gripping his thick cock shaft. I stroke it. "I am bisexual," I confess.
He lets out a long sigh of relief and moves back, our naked hips touching. He takes my dick in his hand and strokes me as well.
"So you fuck both guys and chicks, huh?" He inquires.
"That's right, buddy, the best of two worlds."
"Wow!" he exhales pressing on my cock. "I am attracted to guys more, so that makes me gay, then,"
he says matter-of-factly.
"Don't put labels on people, Mark. Everyone is a unique individual. We are not cans of fruit with labels on the outside telling what's on the inside!"
"That's so fucking college talk, man," he mumbles, his hand moving up and down my hard penis.
"What's important is that we are together."
We kiss and make out some more. Then Mark bends onto my lap and takes my cock into his mouth. I buck up with desire and slide inside his warm mouth. Fighting his gag reflex, he swallows. I can feel his throat constrict and open, and I thrust through it, deeper. His nose is in my pubic hair patch, and his lips are tightly wrapped around the base of my cock. With my hand on the back of his head, I guide him up and down my cock. He bobs, swallows, and then works the head. He licks down the underside of the shaft to my balls, taking them each in turn and sucking on the sack. He licks under my balls as I spread my legs. His tongue runs down the inside of my thighs, with his fist never leaving my dick. His other hand is inside my ass crack, rubbing and caressing, fingering around my hole.
My moans are very audible as I buck under his adoration of the lower part of my body. Finally, I pull him up and seat him on the back of the couch, his feet resting on the cushions, spread apart.
I start on his monster cock. My lips can barely encircle the huge head as I press on it, tonguing the slit.
Fuck! There is no way I can suck this dude. I try. Only a few inches down and I am gagging. I breathe hard, control the reflex and take a few more inches. My mouth is stretched to the maximum as his shaft thickens in the middle. I suck up and down the upper half of his cock, never able to swallow more of it. It's not just the length. I can take length. It's the girth! His cock is so thick that no matter how much I try to stretch my lips and mouth, I can just barely manage keeping him in there. I slobber, and spit trickles down to his pubes and balls. He is moaning and trying to shove more cock inside my mouth, without any success.
Eventually, I get off him, my mouth already sore. He gets off the couch and leads me upstairs to his attic room. It is quite cute, with his stuff neatly arranged. I like the way he keeps his room tidy. Just like me! I grab him from behind and press myself onto his back. My cock slides into his ass crack as I bend my knees a little to get into position; I lick at his nape and fondle his nipples. He arches against me, grinding his butt on my groin. Laying him on the bed, I spoon him. My tongue flicks at the exposed side of his neck and my fingers work his nipples, fondling and squeezing.
Mark's moaning becomes louder as he raises his leg and wraps it over my hip. I move one hand down to the inside of his thigh; the other hand is under his head, cradling him. I fist my hard cock and find his hole. He reaches across to the night table and gets a tube of lubricant. I apply some on my cock and around his hole, never stopping my kissing and licking. I can hear his heart thumping. When I penetrate, he cries out but pushes back onto me. I slide in.
Mark seems to have been fucked before because he just whimpers and pushes back harder, forcing more of my cock inside him.
I fuck him. Biting his earlobe, reaching to his lips, licking them, I thrust deep into him. He responds by moving with me in rhythm, meeting my pounding. I am so excited that in no time I dump my load into his body. He strokes his now semi-hard, but still huge, dick as he takes my sperm. I pull out and lay on my back, panting, sweating. The room is quite warm. But I like the sweat and exertions.
He is lying on his back next to me, his cock now returning to its majestic hardness. It glistens in the light of the side lamp. He turns his head towards me and kisses my mouth.
"Ed," he whispers. "I want you also."
"What?" I exclaim looking down at his monster cock.
"Come on, buddy," he pleads. "I have to do you, too."
"No fucking way!" I complain. "How can you get this anaconda inside me?"
I am sort of scared, but excited at the same time. I haven't been fucked that often. And those who did get to enter my ass have in no way been close to Mark's size. But I am excited. Will I be able to take him in? Can I?
"Please?" he pleads with a horny expression on his face. "Please, Ed, just try, ok? I'll pull out if it hurts too much; I promise, Ed. Please, man, I need to fuck you. Bad."
Finally, I have to give in to his insistent pleading. I will hurt like hell-I know. I will probably bleed. He is going to split me in two, that's for sure. But I can't resist. I have, at least, to try.
I straddle him, my knees supporting me on both sides of his body. God, he looks sexy. He hands me the lube. "You're going to need a lot of this," he smirks.
"You fucking bet!" I apply a generous amount of lube inside my crack and around my hole, fingering the entrance to my body. I squeeze more on his dick, around the huge head, and down the thick shaft.
Taking a very deep breath, I lower myself onto him. His cockhead is at my hole. Oh, my God! I feel the hugeness, but I force myself down harder. The head stretches me, but no go! I push down harder.
Fuck, he's big. He holds my hips with both hands and thrusts up. Still fisting his long, thick shaft, I keep pushing down and, finally, he penetrates.
I scream.
I'm being impaled by a horse-dick! I try to control myself and relax the rim of my hole. Thankfully, Mark freezes with the knob of his cock just inside me. He gives me time to get used to the invasion.
My breathing comes out shallow and fast.
Slowly, I regain my control and press down on him. His cock slides up and in. FUCK! It hurts like hell. He bucks up harder and more cock slides in. I bite on my arm to stifle my screams. His shaft seems to take forever probing into me. I look down and am shocked to see that not even a quarter of his monster cock has gone in. There are miles of thick hard meat waiting to follow. Closing my eyes shut, feeling the pain recede somewhat, but burning all the same, I squat down some more, my teeth digging into my arm muscle. More cock slides in. And more. And more. And fucking more. When will I ever reach the fucking base? God! With both hands grabbing onto Mark's chest I manage to push farther down. His cockhead must have gone through my intestines and into my stomach. Any second, I will feel it peeking out through my throat and into my mouth. The fucker is way beyond huge. And we haven't even started fucking yet.
My body trembles with the pain and the excitement. With one final push I find my butt cheeks cradled into his thick pubic hair. I let out a cry and exhale as I rest on his groin. He grinds into me. Sensations flood my body and I start the riding, the long, endless trip up the shaft, the long endless trip down the shaft. Then again, up and down. My insides are in turmoil, boiling with heat and desire, with pain and pleasure. Mark's huge monster of a cock turns, in slow degrees, to a tool designed to pleasure me to the extreme end. He doesn't fill just my anal cavity. He fills my whole body.
I react by riding him, slowly and painfully at first, but roughly and with vengeance as our climax approaches. When he shoots his load, his chest and abdomen inflating and deflating in quick pants, I trigger my own explosion, ejaculating my semen onto his hot chest as I look down at the strings of cum issuing from my engorged cock. He flexes inside me, and I squeeze my ass rim to milk him to the last drop. Cum seeps out; I have no idea how anything can seep out since I'm stretched to the fullest with his thickness, completely sealed. But I can feel the warm juice seeping out of my hole onto his balls and trickling down his thighs.
Mark's eyes are still closed shut as he finishes dumping his sperm into me. He is still on his back under me, panting. Slowly, ever so slowly, I raise myself off of him and flop on my back next to him. His cock is still amazingly big, glistening with juices, and throbbing.
I know that tonight, although I am usually the one who fucks, I have become the one who has been fucked hard and full and sweet. I can barely squeeze my ass because it is so sore. Mark's cum is still seeping out of my stretched hole. Still, I am proud of my ability to take such a huge tool up my fuck tunnel. I have never in my wildest dreams contemplated such action to happen to me. I realize now how my other partners feel when they amazingly take me inside them, crying out with pain, soon to turn to pleasure.
But they haven't tried Mark, have they?
They know nothing!