All the usual disclaimers apply, so please don't read on if you shouldn't be here. Thanks for all your kind comments about my first attempt. On the back of them I give you my second installment. Again this is exactly how it happened to us when were schoolboys and again only the names have been changed to avoid anyone being identified.
On the bus home -- installment 2
My second encounter with Pete's cousin James came one Wednesday afternoon about three weeks after the incident on the bus.
Wednesday afternoon was always games. We played rugby from September to Christmas and soccer from Christmas to Easter with cricket or tennis in the summer term.
This particular afternoon we all caught the bus to the games field, about two miles from the school, only to find that the pitches were waterlogged, a not unusual occurrence in an English winter, and so rugby was off. However to ensure that we boys had our weekly exercise we were all instructed to run round the field twice, a distance of about 1½ miles. Of course we returned to the changing rooms plastered in mud and all headed for the communal showers.
The usual banter and fooling around went on between those of us who were mates, but the teachers' shower block was next to ours and the P.E. teachers regularly stood on a bench in their section and looked over the low wall into ours to make sure that there was no "hanky-panky" going on. On this particular occasion I noticed James, showering in a corner and sporting a boner which he was anxiously trying to conceal. He saw me looking, grabbed his towel and made his escape but as he passed me he said:
"Oh hi Tom, see you on the bus?"
I wasn't long getting showered and changed, and I made my way to the bus stops, looking for James amongst about two hundred identically dressed boys who were all going home early. The games field was completely the other side of the city from our home and so there were fewer boys on our bus stop than many of the others and so I soon caught up with him.
When the bus came we went upstairs again, but this time there were a few other people on board, dotted about the top deck. We sat next to each other with our games bags on our laps and before long I snuck my hand into James' pocket. His cock was there again, clearly not by accident, but this time it was soft and the first thing that I encountered the loose end of his silky foreskin.
I was very restricted in my movements because of the other people on the bus but gradually I got him hard. Clearly we were not going to be able to go much further because of the other passengers and so I whispered in his ear:
"As we have finished so early do you fancy coming back to mine? My parents won't be back till about 6.30 p.m. at the earliest." (it was now about 2.15 p.m.)
James thought about it for a few seconds and replied "Why not" so the rest of the journey consisted of me getting myself very impatient for the bus to reach my stop. When we eventually arrived there, about 45 minutes later, we went down stairs, got off and headed across the road to the railway arch and the field beyond. As we walked up over the field, which was quite steep, we passed the trees and James said:
"I am desperate for a piss, how far is it to your house?"
In fact it was less than a ¼ of a mile but I couldn't wait to see his cock again and so I said:
"Oh it's quite a way, but you could piss in here if you like."
I knew that within the trees was a den, which I had made with several of my other mates, which was completely secluded and free from prying eyes. I led James through the trees to the little clearing and he got out his cock, making no attempt to hide it from me, and pissed up against a small sapling. This was the first time that I had been able to get a close look at his cock, because the first time on the bus it all happened in his trouser pocket, and in the showers, there were too many people around for me to make it obvious that I was trying to get a good look. What I saw excited me beyond belief (remember that this was my first close encounter with another cock in daylight) and I decided that I needed a piss too and whipped mine out. The problem was that I was instantly hard and found it really difficult to piss at all! I just about managed it, while James stood there stroking his dick after he had finished his piss. Then when I had finished, he tentatively reached out his hand and held my cock which was still well beyond the semi stage.
"Come on lets get home" I said,
So, stuffing it back in my trousers, we made our way back through the trees on to the path, up across the rest of the field and on to the road where I lived. I let us in through the front door, called out to make sure no one was in, and headed straight up the stairs in front of us into my bedroom.
Suddenly I was overcome with embarrassment because I didn't know what to say or do next. I needn't have worried, because although James was two school years below me, he was more confident, presumably because of his "messing about" with cousin Peter. He stepped closer to me and started to undo my belt. Then he dropped my trousers and slipped his hand down between the waistband of my underpants (we hadn't discovered boxers) and gently fondled my cock. I was still nervous and quickly drew the curtains so no one could see in and just sat on the bed and let him do what he wanted. I soon found out what it was he wanted as he slipped my underpants off and began to kiss and lick my prick. He glanced up at me with a big grin on his face and said:
"You are longer than Pete" (I don't think I was) "but what happened to the end of your foreskin?"
I explained that I had had a partial cut at birth, I guess for hygiene purposes because ours was not a family tied in to any particular religious faith.
"How cute" he said and licked all round the head of my now fully stiff cock. I just sat there hypnotised!
"Is this going to be all one way traffic?" he jested, and I came out of my trance and reached out for him.
I soon had him naked below the waist and was amazed that he was still soft. How could he be like that? I seemed to get hard just thinking about what we might get up to, let alone being involved in actual oral contact! I took his cock in my hand and began to wank him very slowly and, hopefully, sensuously and then he began to harden and make little satisfied moaning noises. This encouraged me to get bolder and for only the second time in my life I sucked another boy's cock.
By now he had me well into his cute little mouth too and he sucked and licked and kissed my cock so that I felt as though I was in heaven.
"Tom", he said as he paused for breath, "Could I try something else?"
"What" I replied.
"Could I try putting my dick in your bum?"
Now this was something I hadn't even considered, especially because I knew that Peter had tried unsuccessfully to fuck him.
"No one has ever tried that before" I confessed, "but I guess we could give it a go".
I went to the bathroom cabinet and fetched a jar of vaseline and suggested that if he smeared some of it on his erection it might slip in easier.
"Have you ever done this before?" I asked
"No" he said, "Pete tried it on me but he wouldn't let me have a go on him."
I leaned over the bed and pulled my ass cheeks apart and said:
"Well, have a go at mine then"
"I'll be gentle" he said and began to push his greased boner at my bum hole. It went in really easily and he began to gently push in and out.
"You aren't going to cum up there are you?" I asked nervously
"No way" he replied "I just wanted to know what it would feel like.
"Are you all the way in? I said and with a few more gentle thrusts I could feel his balls slapping my bum.
"Yes" he said, "it feels really hot, I'd better come out now, though, we don't want any accidents"
With that I got a lovely sensation as he withdrew and "plopped" out.
"Ugh" he squealed, "It's got shit on it"
I turned and looked at his rapidly deflating dick covered in vaseline and shit. I started laughing, partly at his dick but mostly at the look of absolute shock and horror on his face. Suddenly he saw the funny side of it and started giggling too.
I went in to the toilet and brought back some loo roll and cleaned his deflating cock. Then I led him to the bathroom and got a flannel and washed him properly and quickly he got hard again.
We went back to the bedroom and lay on the bed and I wanked him until his balls began to tighten when I went down on him and this time swallowed his load. I don't think he produced a huge amount of spunk because I didn't have any problem with it and any way by now I wasn't thinking so much about him because I was shooting my own spunk into the air as he wanked me vigorously.
We hugged when we were spent and vowed that next time we would try to arrange things so that we could involve my mate (his cousin) Peter as well.