THE BOY ON THE BUS 2: BOYS IN KIT
By JUSTIN SHORTS (scott_justin51@hotmail.com)
(The first part of this story is available on the Nifty archive.)
Meeting Joe on the bus had been more than adequate compensation for the inconvenience of having my car off the road for 3 days, but when I got home after my extraordinary encounter with him on the Wednesday I rang the garage and was told my car was ready for collection first thing the following morning. I had given the boy my mobile number and told him to phone me to let me know if his two school friends, Michael and Jason, were still up for a meeting. In my heart I knew that this was the big test. Had I heard the last from him? Would he ring?
Even as I was thinking this over, the familiar call tone of the mobile sounded. My mouth went dry and I hesitated before answering.
'Hello?'
'Hi - it's Joe.'
'Joe!! Great to hear from you - and so soon! Have you spoken to your friends?'
'Yeah! They're up for it, and I said I would try to fix a meeting for tomorrow after school. Is that OK for you?'
'Of course. No problem at all. Look, shall I pick you all up? I'll have my car back tomorrow, and maybe we can come back to my place.'
'Yeah, sounds good. Do you know where the school is?'
He gave me a few details, and I agreed to meet him a few hundred yards from the school gate. There was a place where I could pull in and park - he knew the spot.
'See you tomorrow then Joe, and thanks again for this afternoon. You were great!'
'No problem mate. It was fucking fantastic. By the way, they know all about the kit thing, so we're all going to wear our soccer stuff. The school strip is a bit boring, so we're bringing our own.'
He rang off, and I sat for some time in a state of nervous excitement. I could scarcely begin to imagine what might happen tomorrow, and was convinced that they wouldn't turn up. But as things stood, I was going to meet up with three hot 17-year olds, in their soccer kit. And from what Joe had told me, both Michael and Jason wanted to experiment. If they were anything like him, it should be some session!
I collected the car early the next morning, and headed off to work. It was difficult to concentrate, and because I was so distracted I worked through lunch as a kind of penance to the company, feeling that they were not getting anything like their best from me. I knocked off early however. As I have a senior position in my company, I have an office with its own ensuite bathroom - well, no bath but there is a shower. I had brought in all that I needed to freshen up, and I changed into more comfortable things.
I parked the car where I had arranged to meet the boys, and waited. Time passed. They were late. They were not coming. And then, in the mirror, I caught sight of them approaching.
Joe leant down to the open window. 'Sorry we're late. One of the teachers wanted to talk to Jason about his late homework. Jason's been a naughty boy!' Jason laughed and pushed at Joe. Jason was a blond, with his hair shaved close; Michael was darker, also with a short cut. I had not studied either of Joe's friends that closely on the bus, though had noted that they were both cute. Now I saw that Jason was the prettier of the two, a real little charmer, and that Michael was more of a boy stud. He was also the shy one of the three.
'OK boys - are you getting in? Who's going in the front?' Joe obviously thought that that privilege fell to him, and I wasn't going to complain as he climbed in by me. Michael and Jason sat behind.
'So didn't you manage the kit, then?' I asked, as all three were in their school uniforms. Joe smiled at me, and in answer unfastened a couple of buttons of his white shirt - the shiny whiteness of a soccer shirt came into view. He quickly loosed the catch of his trousers and parted the fly, and the gleam of matching shorts caught my eye. I breathed deeply. 'Fantastic - that'll do for now. Mustn't cause an accident!'
In the back seat, Michael and Jason lay back in the soft leather. 'Mind if we get out of our uniforms here?' said Jason. My ideas of avoiding an accident were going to be severely put under strain, I thought, as I found myself looking constantly in the rear mirror. The two schoolfriends began to lose their school clothes, first removing their shirts, revealing identical soccer shirts to Joe's, and then more awkwardly struggling with tight black trousers.
'Maybe you need to help each other out there', I suggested, and Joe laughed and turned to watch his two mates fumbling with their trousers. I was getting close to the house now, which fortunately had its own concealed driveway meaning that I was not overlooked. I pulled up the drive and switched off the engine. Like Joe, I turned to enjoy the scene in the back seat. The kids put on a show for us then, and Jason lay back to allow Michael easier access. His trousers were already parted at the front, and he raised his bum from the seat so that Michael could begin to ease them down his thighs. A pair of shiny blue shorts came into view, glistening and shimmering in the afternoon sunlight. He then turned to help out his buddy, who hadn't even got as far as loosening the catch to his school trousers. Jason did that for Michael, and then slowly eased the zipper downwards, parting the fly as he did so to reveal the brilliant red of what I could immediately tell were nylon shorts. Down came the trousers then, and both 17-year-olds pulled the trousers right off. They both wore white trainers and white socks.
'OK boys. Time to get you inside, and for Joe to get a bit more comfortable too.'
We all got out of the car, and quickly entered the house. I ushered them into the living room, which overlooked the large and private garden. Joe headed for the large sofa in the middle of the room, and I immediately sat by him as I wanted to help him get out of his school uniform - especially as he had given me that tantalising glimpse of what lay beneath! I was pleased to see that he had refastened his shirt and his trousers, so that I could start from scratch. I wondered what Jason and Michael would do whilst I busied myself with Joe, but they seemed keen just to watch us for the time being. They sat together in the smaller sofa opposite us.
I closed up to Joe and put an arm around him. There was no resistance. In fact, he moved closer towards me and I could feel his weight leaning in to me. I reached out with my free hand and lightly with my knuckles moved across his chest. With my fingers then I found the first button and slipped it open, then a second and a third. Once more the white soccer shirt came into view, a brilliant snowy white, as glistening and shimmering as that of the two other boys. I reached for it and pressed against his youthful warmth, and with the flat of my hand now I caressed and felt him up. The firm young nipples that I had enjoyed seeing for the first time yesterday stood up through the fabric of the soccer shirt, and I felt them with my thumb. I pulled at his outer school shirt, already freed from his trousers, and it dropped to the floor. Next for his trousers. God, I was looking forward to this moment. It had been great yesterday, but the thought of those white shorts contrasting with the jet black trousers was something else.
'Let me unzip you' I whispered into his ear, but not so quietly that the other two couldn't hear. They were watching intently. He parted his legs so that the black fabric stretched tightly, and I wanted badly to feel him. I touched the top of his left thigh, and felt the warm resistance, then gently moved higher and towards the centre of him. The youngster's fullness met my hand, and I moved in to him, pressing and moulding the tight packet of teenage flesh, cock and ballsack pressing into my eager hand. I rubbed and massaged that bulging central package, kneading and pushing the boy's growing firmness, wanting to get him bigger, wanting to feel the exquisite pleasure of schoolboy cock moving under my searching fingers. What made it so special was the unique feel caused by the fabric of the trousers sliding against the shiny shorts beneath, themselves trapping the swollen teencock.
OK, that would do for now I thought, time to get him opened up. Quite quickly now, I reached for the top of the zip and eased it down, pausing for a moment to flip open the catch that secured his trousers at the top. They parted, and my hand was inside and over the front of the warm shorts, which I could tell were in a silky-satiny material, slippery and shiny. I was over his hard young cock now, but wanted to stay outside his shorts. I gripped the head of his boyjoy and gently frigged it through the shorts, wanting a nice patch of precum to wetten them, and sure enough I felt them dampen under my fingers.
'Hey Jason' I said, 'can you pull his trousers right off for me.'
Jason and Michael got up together and came across, and together they pulled the trousers right down and over his trainers. Like them, Joe wore short white socks. I continued to massage his hot hard cock through the shorts, and now there was quite a sticky patch of precum oozing through.
'Look boys, that's what I like to see. Any chance of your rivalling that, I wonder?'
I could see that Jason was particularly excited by what we were doing, so I thought it was time to give him some closer attention. With one hand I continued to work on Joe's teencock; with the other I reached out and pulled Jason down on the other side of me. Like Joe before him, instinct did the trick and told him to stretch his legs wide, and as a result the shape of the youngster's mound was clearly projected beneath the blue shining fabric of his soccer shorts.
'Want me to feel that for you?' I asked. He nodded, but seemed nervous. I slipped my hand across the front of his shorts and cupped the bulge. He pushed into me. I pressed back, and met the resistance of his tight throbbing packet. As always, I loved the feel of a teen's hardness pressing into my hand whilst concealed through silky-soft sports' shorts. Jason was still growing beneath my hand, and I knew that I could get him harder still, so I gently stroked the bulging shorts in regular strokes, following the line of his young cock down to the sizeable balls. I was surprised to discover that I was meeting resistance beneath the shorts, and knew at once that that could only mean one thing - he was not naked under them. That excited me - more sexy stuff to remove!
I got him to hang one of his legs over the arm of the sofa, and at the same time he turned more towards me. The wide-stretched legs of his shorts gaped open, and I could see beneath that he wore tight white briefs. What were they made of? I wasn't sure, but I was hopeful. They seemed to be as shiny as the shorts.
'Stand in front of me Jason' I urged, and he did so at once, so that his shorts were close to my face, so close in fact that I could sell the warmth of him through the material. It was the sexy, lingering aroma of an aroused teenager. I flicked my tongue out and skimmed his shorts. The shiny blue material pressed ever closer as he moved up. Then my mouth closed over the shorts, right against his throbbing mound, and I was sucking the packet of teenage flesh trapped in the confining pouch beneath the shorts. This was a dream come true - my hand on a schoolboy's shorts now soaking with his silky precum, my mouth greedily slurping on his friend's brief-trapped cock and juicy bollocks, encased in blue soccer shorts. And out of the corner of my eye I saw that Michael now had his hand over the front of his bright red nylon shorts, and had tugged his white soccer shirt up to expose his flat, smooth, boyish stomach.
It was no good. I had to see what Jason had on under the shorts. I reached out a hand, and tugged at the shorts which at first resisted until the boy himself eased them down his thighs. Talk about in your face! As the shorts feel to his feet I was presented with the ultimate treasure. My hopes were fulfilled - and more - because beneath the shorts Jason was wearing the smallest (by which I also mean tightest) nylon thong that I had come across. But that was not all. What made this particular item so tasty for me was that it was daringly transparent, made of a thin soft mesh in a flesh-coloured nylon. So in front of my eyes I was presented, as if gift-wrapped, with a hard young teenage boycock, erect and gently throbbing, contained in a mere gossamer thread of material. Every detail of the lad's cock and balls were exposed to my lustful gaze: his foreskin was pulled slightly back by the wispy nylon, the eye of his knob winking wetly at me. A single clear drop of his precum hung from the tip, ready to fall into the thong - but I decided it was too good to waste so closed my mouth gently over the tip and suckled the boy's honeydew liquid, sieved through the see-through pouch.
Then I said 'this is fucking amazing Jason - how did you think of wearing something like this?'
'Joe said you might like it.' Jason looked at Joe, who smiled and nodded.
'Yeah, and I'm right, aren't I mate?'
'Oh yes, absolutely. Love it. Absolutely love it. Would love to suck you off while you keep the thong on - would that be OK?' Jason nodded.
'But I want to help out too' said Joe. He got off the sofa and, still wearing his full soccer shorts, knelt behind Jason. He moved his face toward his bum, then eased the back of the nylon thong aside at the back and began to lap his friend's cherry. Joe slid his hand downwards and released his own cock from the leg of his shorts, and gently began to wank off.
Michael was still watching the scene, and he was now busy on his own bulging teenpack. The red nylon shorts were well-filled with the thrusting mound of this young tough boy stud, and I knew that he would probably be best left, at least for this first time, to bring himself off. I got back to suckling Jason's nylon basket but kept Michael in view as he stood behind the two other youngsters. It did not take long for him to ease his shorts downwards. He was wearing a snowy jockstrap, hugely distorted by his sizeable teen meat. He rubbed for a few moments through the cotton, then flipped his very big hot young cock from the side. It glistened with moistness, and the foreskin moved freely. He began to wank then, in long, slow, regular strokes, his eyes fixed on Joe chewing Jason's hole and me noisily suckling him through the nylon.
So two boys were wanking off in front of me, whilst I sucked off a third. My own cock was desperate for release. I reached down, slipped open my fly, and reached inside. At the office, I had changed into pale blue satin briefs, and I rubbed myself through them. My cock tingled and the briefs were sappy with precum. My balls were full and ready for discharge.
Jason began to buck and thrust into my mouth, so I knew he was getting close. I love getting boys to pump cum in their briefs, but I also like to feel them release in my mouth, enjoying each pulse of fresh boycream reach its final destination. Almost imperceptibly, I changed from guzzling him through the nylon to direct contact with the fleshy cockhead, flipping him from the top of the thong and taking about four inches of his teencock between my lips. I left my cock alone for a moment and reached up to lift his balls gently in their tight nylon container. Then I more firmly massaged them, rubbing him towards orgasm.
Michael had pulled his jock down by now, and was doing a two-handed wank - his big boycock gave him plenty of purchase. To my surprise, Joe suddenly moved from rimming Jason and turned towards Michael, clamping his mouth over his friend's big hard cock. Michael put his hands on Joe's head and got him to work his cock, head-fucking the youngster with some aplomb.
Jason was really very close to cumming by now, but I decided to risk something else. I stopped sucking and stood behind him, bending him forward over the back of the sofa. His soft but firm and flawless buttocks pressed up at me. His wettened cherry peeped at me, and I slipped a finger, then two, into him. He opened up nicely, and I manoeuvred my cock from my satin briefs. My cockhead reached the hole, and I pushed gently, and then more firmly, and I was in. He clamped me like a velvet glove. Placing my hands gently on his shoulders, I tried a sample fuck motion. He moaned gently, but did not resist me. The tightness was exquisite. I began to set up a rhythm, slow but insistent, and he moved with me, moaning softly in his throat all the time. I assume it was the first time the schoolboy had been fucked, but he was well up for it. I reached around the front of him and gripped his slippery cock, and by slight agitation of the bulbous head I masturbated him.
Joe was wanking himself off feverishly as he sucked noisily on Michael's knob, and it was obvious that both of them were about to cum. At the last moment, Joe released Michael and the tough teen arched his back and shot his spunk so that it covered Joe's face. Joe himself pumped a load of teencum onto the floor. At the last minute I pulled out of Jason and guided my hot spunk over his smooth back, not for a moment releasing my grip on the youngster's cock: I felt the tension in his boystick and that final glorious moment of the point of no return. I turned him around quickly and plunged my mouth back over the rampant knob, guzzling hungrily on the glistening hardness. He bucked and thrust, and my mouth filled with jets of his pearly spunk. My fingers tangled with his nylon thong as he came. The atmosphere in the room was highly-charged. The potent smell of teenspunk filled my nostrils.
It took us a few minutes to clear up. It was clear that they didn't want to hang around afterwards; having done the deed it was time to be off. Nor did they want a lift back in the car. But as they were leaving, Michael - the one that I would have liked a bit more time with (I needed to examine the contents of his black nylon shorts more closely) - pushed a piece of paper into my hand, making sure that the other two did not notice.
After they had all gone I opened the screwed up bit of paper. It had a phone number on it. It seemed that after all I would have the opportunity to get to know him in more private circumstances.
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