The bus journeys
Living several miles away from my school I rode the bus almost every day surrounded by commuters off to work and my fellow sch**l pupils.
When I board it there were always plenty of seats and I would go up to the top deck, as the journey passed more and more pupils and workers hopped on. By the time I got off the bus was heaving with people, jostling about, knocking bags with others and generally trying to make room.
The top deck saw the real regulars, a mixed bunch of ages and people off to work and of course as the journey progressed plenty of pupils. After using the bus for over a year I got used to seeing the same faces.
Twice a week I would ride home on a later bus, sharing it with more workers than pupils. A couple of times a month I would take an even later bus if I had been volunteering for something at school. The later bus was often less busy, but more edgy as people had been out for after work drinks.
For some reason one morning I choose to sit in a different place, I just fancied a different view I guess. I took the bench seat behind one of the regulars, who was always joined by another a couple of stops later.
He was tall-ish man, hard to guess his age, but in reasonable shape and he would try to save the seat next to him for his travelling companion who was a younger guy, mid 20âs I think. I had seen them many times on this route they talked for most of the journey.
Today, as I sat behind them, I managed to hear a little of what they were saying and saw that a mobile phone was being swapped between them.
I already knew about girllie magazines, we had a few at sch**l that got passed around. But these two men seemed to looking at pictures of teens, or at least the couple I managed to see when I tried to peek.
They talked quietly, but it was clear they were enjoying the pictures and as the journey progressed about the pupils on the bus too.
With so many short skirts bouncing it was hard not to look! A few times I had taken the chance to play with myself once I got to sch**l after many panties flashes and I had even managed to cum a few times too...
Several weeks passed and I did try to make more chances to see what these two guys doing. When I did it was much the same.
Occasionally these two would join the commuter 5pm bus I took home, it was less packed but still busy. If I had a chance I would try to get close to them in the hope of seeing or hearing some more.
I also noticed that occasionally the younger guy would stay on the bus after I had left it and not get off at his normal stop.
One night I took the later bus home, this was fairly empty but as I went upstairs I saw both of them sat down. I walked pass them and sat behind them, we where almost the only people on the top deck.
The bus started off and I relaxed, I could hear their conversation. The younger one was saying âBob, I canât come tonight, gotta do girlfriend stuffâ. Well know I knew one of their names.
Bob said âThatâs a pity as I had something extra saved up, but it will wait. Tell you what pull that bag up onto your lapâ as he did so i saw Bobâs hand move across to the younger guy.
âWhat here?â Thomas said âsure itâs ok, Thomasâ. I lent a bit forward and it was clear that Bob was massaging Thomasâ cock.
Wow, my mind went into overdrive, what the hell where they doing? Did they do this often? Had they seen me?
This went on for a few stops, a couple of people joined the top deck, but Bob continued playing with Thomas and then suddenly Thomas let out a repressed moan. I knew exactly what had happened he had cum in his trousers.
Bob said âOh thatâs much better, make sure you lick that clean when you get home!â. Thomas body just relaxed and it wasnât long before his stop arrived and left saying thanks to Bob.
By now my poor little cock was aching I could feel it growing in my pants. Bob was looking at his phone again and I managed to get a few glances of what he was looking at. There were some nice cheerleaders and gymnasts and even a couple of boys on the beach showing of cocks and arses. All my sort of age too.
I was getting flustered and my stop was next, but I dropped my water bottle which spilt a bit, the noise and my sudden movement roused Bob as he turned around to see what was happening. At this I stood up quickly and tried to recover the bottle that had rolled forward under Bobâs seat.
Quickly he picked it up and passed it back to me, but it was clear he was also looking at the tent in my trousers! Bob said âHi, this is yours I think, my donât you look a bit excited...â
I mumbled something about this being my stop, took the bottle and said âthanksâ, âanytimeâ Bob said waving me off.
I rushed home, went straight to the toilet, my pants where soaked and it only took a few quick strokes to make my cock explode and my cum flew across the toilet. It was the strongest orgasm I had ever had and it took a several sheets to wipe it all up.
The next morning I was back on the bus, as I reached the top deck the man I knew as Bob spotted me and smiled. I sort of smiled back, but took a different seat away from him. Thomas joined the bus soon and sat next to Bob as usual. They were talking but I had no idea about what, then Thomas turned his head around and looked at me. All I could was smile a bit back.
It was the following week when travelling home, on the 5pm bus, I saw Bob was on it and as I approached him he said âhello again, I hope your water bottle is secure today?, I answered saying âyesâ and giggled a bit.
He said âwhy donât you sit here next to the window for a change?â I stammered a bit, started to head off but he said âitâs just a seatâ.
I sat down not sure what to do or even say Bob started talking about the bus journey, the view, the busyness of the morning travellers. It continued like that until I got to my stop and as I got up Bob said âWe should do this again, it was funâ and I said quietly âokâ.
The next few morning journeys when off as normal, but each time I tried to sit close to Bob. I would watch Thomas join him, again they were talking passing the phone between them and once in a while looking at me. It seems like they brought the phones screens up a bit further almost as if they knew I was trying to catch a glimpse.
All the time my little cock was twitching wonder what else I would see, plenty of girls in their uniforms and seemed like some from this bus ride too. I did have a few wanks at sch**l too thinking about it all.
One night I was on the late bus and reaching the top deck Bob was there. As soon as he saw me he motioned for me to come over and sit next to him, I hesitated but then I did and we where almost alone on the deck.
Bob started to talk again and asked if I had been watching Thomas and him on the journeys. I stammered went red, but tried to say no, but he said âItâs ok, all boys are curious, itâs only naturalâ.
Bob continued âBoth Thomas and I like to ride the bus gives a chance to chat, watch the other travellers and sometimes even indulge in some naughtiness. I think you saw us once, when your dropped the water bottle?â All I could do was to say âyesâ.
âDo you know what I did to him? Itâs ok you can tell me, I am sure you have already being doing it to yourselfâ. I found it hard to speak but I finally said âI think I saw you wank him offâ going a bright shade of red, my face burning.
Laughing Bob said âyes, we often get a chance to do that, he really enjoys being played with especially if itâs in a public place. His girlfriend is not so adventurousâ
He continued âbut I think you must have enjoyed seeing me do that to him? I am pretty sure you where very excitedâ all I could do was nod a little. âWell that is normal. Would you like to see what excites him when we talk?â
Without hesitating he took out his phone, passed it to me, and told me to flick through the picture gallery. I had already caught a glimpse of some of these before. Lots of girls in bikinis, cheerleaders with their legs wide open, some boys too one was even taking a piss on the beach, he was not very old.
It surprised me so much that I lingered on it a bit too long, Bob said âthat is a great photo!â, I was going red again and quickly changed the picture only to be presented with a shot of a girl who uses this bus too. Her sch**l skirt had ridden up and you could see her tight white panties.
Bob said âI can see youâre enjoying thoseâ look at your trousers a nice tent there!â I just mumbled something tried to give the phone back to him. He took it and said âitâs ok, no problem. This is your stop, feel free to chat if you see me hereâ.
I got up blushing hard and up trying to push my cock down, but it wouldnât. Fortunately it was now almost dark, so the walk home wasnât too bad. My cock was still super hard when I got in and I managed to pull it very firmly for another huge orgasm, my boy balls where drained!
A few weeks went by and I saw Bob and Tomas many times on the bus, but no more happened than us saying hello. He did manage to introduce me to Thomas briefly. The Christmas holidays came and it wasnât until after the new-year that I was back on the bus.
Look out for part 2
When I board it there were always plenty of seats and I would go up to the top deck, as the journey passed more and more pupils and workers hopped on. By the time I got off the bus was heaving with people, jostling about, knocking bags with others and generally trying to make room.
The top deck saw the real regulars, a mixed bunch of ages and people off to work and of course as the journey progressed plenty of pupils. After using the bus for over a year I got used to seeing the same faces.
Twice a week I would ride home on a later bus, sharing it with more workers than pupils. A couple of times a month I would take an even later bus if I had been volunteering for something at school. The later bus was often less busy, but more edgy as people had been out for after work drinks.
For some reason one morning I choose to sit in a different place, I just fancied a different view I guess. I took the bench seat behind one of the regulars, who was always joined by another a couple of stops later.
He was tall-ish man, hard to guess his age, but in reasonable shape and he would try to save the seat next to him for his travelling companion who was a younger guy, mid 20âs I think. I had seen them many times on this route they talked for most of the journey.
Today, as I sat behind them, I managed to hear a little of what they were saying and saw that a mobile phone was being swapped between them.
I already knew about girllie magazines, we had a few at sch**l that got passed around. But these two men seemed to looking at pictures of teens, or at least the couple I managed to see when I tried to peek.
They talked quietly, but it was clear they were enjoying the pictures and as the journey progressed about the pupils on the bus too.
With so many short skirts bouncing it was hard not to look! A few times I had taken the chance to play with myself once I got to sch**l after many panties flashes and I had even managed to cum a few times too...
Several weeks passed and I did try to make more chances to see what these two guys doing. When I did it was much the same.
Occasionally these two would join the commuter 5pm bus I took home, it was less packed but still busy. If I had a chance I would try to get close to them in the hope of seeing or hearing some more.
I also noticed that occasionally the younger guy would stay on the bus after I had left it and not get off at his normal stop.
One night I took the later bus home, this was fairly empty but as I went upstairs I saw both of them sat down. I walked pass them and sat behind them, we where almost the only people on the top deck.
The bus started off and I relaxed, I could hear their conversation. The younger one was saying âBob, I canât come tonight, gotta do girlfriend stuffâ. Well know I knew one of their names.
Bob said âThatâs a pity as I had something extra saved up, but it will wait. Tell you what pull that bag up onto your lapâ as he did so i saw Bobâs hand move across to the younger guy.
âWhat here?â Thomas said âsure itâs ok, Thomasâ. I lent a bit forward and it was clear that Bob was massaging Thomasâ cock.
Wow, my mind went into overdrive, what the hell where they doing? Did they do this often? Had they seen me?
This went on for a few stops, a couple of people joined the top deck, but Bob continued playing with Thomas and then suddenly Thomas let out a repressed moan. I knew exactly what had happened he had cum in his trousers.
Bob said âOh thatâs much better, make sure you lick that clean when you get home!â. Thomas body just relaxed and it wasnât long before his stop arrived and left saying thanks to Bob.
By now my poor little cock was aching I could feel it growing in my pants. Bob was looking at his phone again and I managed to get a few glances of what he was looking at. There were some nice cheerleaders and gymnasts and even a couple of boys on the beach showing of cocks and arses. All my sort of age too.
I was getting flustered and my stop was next, but I dropped my water bottle which spilt a bit, the noise and my sudden movement roused Bob as he turned around to see what was happening. At this I stood up quickly and tried to recover the bottle that had rolled forward under Bobâs seat.
Quickly he picked it up and passed it back to me, but it was clear he was also looking at the tent in my trousers! Bob said âHi, this is yours I think, my donât you look a bit excited...â
I mumbled something about this being my stop, took the bottle and said âthanksâ, âanytimeâ Bob said waving me off.
I rushed home, went straight to the toilet, my pants where soaked and it only took a few quick strokes to make my cock explode and my cum flew across the toilet. It was the strongest orgasm I had ever had and it took a several sheets to wipe it all up.
The next morning I was back on the bus, as I reached the top deck the man I knew as Bob spotted me and smiled. I sort of smiled back, but took a different seat away from him. Thomas joined the bus soon and sat next to Bob as usual. They were talking but I had no idea about what, then Thomas turned his head around and looked at me. All I could was smile a bit back.
It was the following week when travelling home, on the 5pm bus, I saw Bob was on it and as I approached him he said âhello again, I hope your water bottle is secure today?, I answered saying âyesâ and giggled a bit.
He said âwhy donât you sit here next to the window for a change?â I stammered a bit, started to head off but he said âitâs just a seatâ.
I sat down not sure what to do or even say Bob started talking about the bus journey, the view, the busyness of the morning travellers. It continued like that until I got to my stop and as I got up Bob said âWe should do this again, it was funâ and I said quietly âokâ.
The next few morning journeys when off as normal, but each time I tried to sit close to Bob. I would watch Thomas join him, again they were talking passing the phone between them and once in a while looking at me. It seems like they brought the phones screens up a bit further almost as if they knew I was trying to catch a glimpse.
All the time my little cock was twitching wonder what else I would see, plenty of girls in their uniforms and seemed like some from this bus ride too. I did have a few wanks at sch**l too thinking about it all.
One night I was on the late bus and reaching the top deck Bob was there. As soon as he saw me he motioned for me to come over and sit next to him, I hesitated but then I did and we where almost alone on the deck.
Bob started to talk again and asked if I had been watching Thomas and him on the journeys. I stammered went red, but tried to say no, but he said âItâs ok, all boys are curious, itâs only naturalâ.
Bob continued âBoth Thomas and I like to ride the bus gives a chance to chat, watch the other travellers and sometimes even indulge in some naughtiness. I think you saw us once, when your dropped the water bottle?â All I could do was to say âyesâ.
âDo you know what I did to him? Itâs ok you can tell me, I am sure you have already being doing it to yourselfâ. I found it hard to speak but I finally said âI think I saw you wank him offâ going a bright shade of red, my face burning.
Laughing Bob said âyes, we often get a chance to do that, he really enjoys being played with especially if itâs in a public place. His girlfriend is not so adventurousâ
He continued âbut I think you must have enjoyed seeing me do that to him? I am pretty sure you where very excitedâ all I could do was nod a little. âWell that is normal. Would you like to see what excites him when we talk?â
Without hesitating he took out his phone, passed it to me, and told me to flick through the picture gallery. I had already caught a glimpse of some of these before. Lots of girls in bikinis, cheerleaders with their legs wide open, some boys too one was even taking a piss on the beach, he was not very old.
It surprised me so much that I lingered on it a bit too long, Bob said âthat is a great photo!â, I was going red again and quickly changed the picture only to be presented with a shot of a girl who uses this bus too. Her sch**l skirt had ridden up and you could see her tight white panties.
Bob said âI can see youâre enjoying thoseâ look at your trousers a nice tent there!â I just mumbled something tried to give the phone back to him. He took it and said âitâs ok, no problem. This is your stop, feel free to chat if you see me hereâ.
I got up blushing hard and up trying to push my cock down, but it wouldnât. Fortunately it was now almost dark, so the walk home wasnât too bad. My cock was still super hard when I got in and I managed to pull it very firmly for another huge orgasm, my boy balls where drained!
A few weeks went by and I saw Bob and Tomas many times on the bus, but no more happened than us saying hello. He did manage to introduce me to Thomas briefly. The Christmas holidays came and it wasnât until after the new-year that I was back on the bus.
Look out for part 2
5 years ago
I want to ride this bus
