Bus Driver

My friend Billy lived about ten miles out of town so the only time that I got

to see him was during school days. We had known each other since the eighth

grade and even though we rarely saw each other over the summer we remained

close friends.

By the time we reached our third year of high school, we were old enough to

visit each other during the summer. It was unfortunate for me that I began

to realize my gay side because Bill was very straight and this caused us to

drift apart. We just started to have different interests and I couldn't

bring myself to tell my secret. So, when Billy started dating girls we began

to hang around less and less.

In our last year of high school we were still very good friends but there was

less and less time for us to spend together. Bill had started going steady

with Violet and that meant that he was having sex on a regular basis. They

were getting very close and that meant that there was less and less room for

a third wheel. I had lots of other friends but it hurt me to lose my closest

friend so I decided that I would try to see Bill after school.

I normally walked home from school because I lived only a mile away.

However, one day Bill didn't come to school and so I decided to pay him a

visit. It was late in the school year so there was plenty of daylight left

for me to visit and still have time to hitchhike back home before dark.

Getting there was easy, the bus that took Bill home was normally filled and

another passenger wouldn't even be noticed. I hadn't been on a bus since

grade school so it was strange to ride on one again.

I knew most of the kids on the bus so it wasn't too awkward to stow away on

the bus. I waited in line and when the bus arrived I followed the line into

the bus. The bus driver was an older man of about 60 who doubled as the

furnace man at the school. He was always dressed in green pants and shirt

and a matching green hat. He always had his hat pulled down so that it

pushed out on his ears, making him look like he had dumbo ears. He was

always smiling which made him the cutest thing on two legs. He was only

about 5 foot 3 inches which made him even cuter. I had often watched him and

fantasized about having sex with him but I had never had sex with a man

before so fantasizing was as far as I ever thought it would go.

I walked on the bus and was met by the bus drivers smiling face. He was

turned in his seat with his legs spread wide open. When I was on the middle

step of the bus I was eye level with his crotch and I could see the

unmistakeable impression of his cock and balls, outlined in green cotton. I

wondered if he knew just how noticeable the impression was and whether he was

showing off on purpose. Nontheless, it was an impressive sight and I had to

focus on my breathing or I would have stopped. I looked up at him and smiled

and he smiled back. He didn't say anything which was good because I thought

he might turn me away since I didn't have a bus pass. He just sat there and

waited for the rest of the kids to file in then he reached out and grabbed

the door closer and pulled the door shut.

It was a nice warm day and Bill's stop was about three from the last so I

slumped down in the back seat and closed my eyes. I figured I'd wake up in

plenty of time to get off at the right spot. The bus trip started at the

high school and circled around the lake and ended back at the school. The

whole trip took about an hour with the last 20 minutes being an empty ride

back to the school. Mr. Fanjoy, the busdriver, would finish his route, check

the furnace at the school, then head for home.

I woke up when we were about ten minutes from the school. I was the only

one left on the bus. I had slumped down far enough that Mr. Fanjoy couldn't

see me. I peeked up over the seat and could see his back. He was whistling

away, totally oblivious to my presence and I was afraid to say anything. I

figured I'd wait until we got back to the bus garage and then I would try to

sneak out after Mr. Fanjoy left.

I slumped back down on the seat and waited for the bus to stop. While

waiting I began listening to the tune that Mr. Fanjoy was whistling. I

didn't recognize it but it was an upbeat tune and it started to stick in my

head. Every now and again I raised my head, being careful not to be too

conspicuous, and check on him. I especially liked the way the back of his

head looked. His silvergrey hair was neatly trimmed just above the shirt

collar line and curled around his pressed down ears. As he drove he would

extend his hand and hold onto the door lever knob. I fantasized about having

him hold onto my cock in a similar way. The door lever knob was just about

the same length as my cock, about 5 inches. It was polished smooth with

years of being rubbed. It's shaped shaft was designed to fit in your hand

with the middle portion being bulbous and the base being thinner. I watched

as Mr. Fanjoy rubbed and twisted his hand over it. I began to get excited

and soon I was massaging my hardened cock through my pants.

I couldn't see exactly where we were from where I was sitting so it came as a

bit of a surprise when we turned off the road and into the school parking

lot. The bus garage was rarely used so Mr. Fanjoy just rolled up beside it

and stopped. I was still sporting an erection when the bus came to a stop

and had to shuffle about to conceal myself, just in case Mr. Fanjoy

discovered me. When the bus stopped I was crouched down on the seat so I

couldn't see what he was doing. The engine stopped and I could hear him

moving about but I didn't hear the door open so I knew he was still on the

bus. Next I heard footsteps coming toward me.

I was laying on my back with my feet hanging down to the floor. I was

looking up when Mr. Fanjoy's smiling face came over the top of the seat in

front of me. He stopped when he saw me, with a startled look on his face.

"What are you doing still on the bus?" he asked. He didn't seem angry or

anything but rather puzzled. I told him that I fell asleep and missed my

stop. "I'm sorry, Mr. Fanjoy but I don't live far from here so I can walk

home."

"I'll tell you what, you help me clean up the bus and I will give you a ride

home when we finish. It only takes a few minutes if both of us do it."

That seemed like a reasonable request so I agreed to help. I wasn't sure

what he meant by clean up the bus because it was already spotless.

"You pick up the trash from under the seats and I'll get a garbage bag."

He pointed to some trash that had been thrown under the seats at the back of

the bus. The seats were pretty close together so I had to get down on my

knees to reach the trash. Mr. Fanjoy had returned with a garbage bag and I

could sense him behind me. I was on my knees with my head under the seat,

crouched down to reach to the back of the bus, my ass sticking up in the air.

I turned my head and could see that Mr. Fanjoy had gotten down on his knees

to get some paper out from under the seat behind me. I turned back to my

task and having retrieved the last bit of trash I began to back out from

under the seat. I felt my ass hit something which I believed to be another

seat. It was Mr. Fanjoy's hip. He was at 90 degrees to me and I hit him

with my ass and pushed him sideways. Not hard, just a gentle nudge. He

responded by rearing up on his haunches and turning toward me. I was still

on my hands and knees when he put his hand on my left cheek. His hand was

inverted so that his finger tips were pointing to the floor; the palm pressed

firmly against my asscheek.

Coyly he said, "watch where you point that thing, sonny". I was unable to

move quickly because I was still trapped under the seat. Mr. Fanjoy then

moved his hand toward the center of my ass. When he got to the center he

slid it under me and cupped my cock and balls, lifting me slightly. Then he

removed his hand. The sensation of his hand on my cock and balls was

startling. Even though he had removed it, I could still feel it as if it

were still there.

"Are you a little ticklish there?" he asked in a sheepish voice.

My heart began to quicken its pace as I conjured up an answer. "Yes, a

little bit."

I backed up enough to get my head out from under the seat but wasn't quick

enough to avoid Mr. Fanjoy's next grope. He slid his hand back between my

legs, reaching through and cupping my cock once again with his open hand.

This time he rubbed it back and forth gently a few times before removing it.

I was already hard from his last grope and was embarrassed to have him feel

my erection.

"I can see you are really ticklish there, aren't you?"

I felt guilty but managed to utter an embarrassed "Ya".

"That's okay, there's no need to worry."

I was able to get up onto my haunches and turn and face Mr. Fanjoy. We were

now face to face in the aisle of the bus, resting on our haunches. I could

feel the blood rushing to my face as I blushed. Mr. Fanjoy reached out and

took my hand and pulled it toward him. He placed my open hand on his crotch

and pressed down on it. I could feel his cock through his pants. It felt

kinda nice so I left my hand there even after Mr. Fanjoy removed his hand.

"Would you like to see it?" he asked.

Swallowing I said yes. Mr. Fanjoy raised up off of his haunches and undid

his belt. I was mesmerized as he undid his belt, then unclasped his pants.

He was working slowly but it seemed like slow motion as he pulled his zipper

down. He then began to peel back his pants while sliding them down off his

hips. He was wearing white briefs which, when exposed, provided a glimpse of

the fullness of his genitals. He slid his pants down as far as they would go

then slipped his fingers into his underwear. As he started to slide them

down he reached out with one hand and once again pulled my hand toward him.

He placed my hand on the front of his underwear and again he pressed it

against himself. Now I could feel his cock. I rubbed it softly as he

continued to pull down his underwear. He was more deliberate now and slid

his briefs down in one motion. His cock dropped out and into my hand.

Without the support of his underwear, his balls cascaded down from the base

of his cock. They were easily three times my size. His cock was a little

longer than mine at about 6 inches but much thicker. It had a large head

which made the foreskin retreat down the shaft.

I use to masturbate often and knew what my own cock felt like but his cock

felt completely different. It felt smoother, softer and rubbery. I began to

pet it as if it were a small dog or cat. Each time my hand rubbed across the

head it would jerk up then down.

"Do you want to suck it" he asked matter of factly. I knew he was horny and

even though I wanted to, I didn't know how. I was caught up in the whole

scene and I heard the word yes come out of my mouth. It sounded like someone

else was talking but it was me. The whole experience was becoming unreal.

My fantasy was being carried out but I couldn't have imagined that it would

be anything like this.

Mr. Fanjoy raised himself up until he was standing over me with his legs

spread apart. I was able to look up at him and see his cock coming toward

me.

"Have you ever had a man's cock in your mouth before?" he asked as he took

hold of his cock and pressed it against my lips. Unable to answer with his

cock pressing against my mouth, I nodded, negative.

Still holding his cock with one hand, Mr. Fanjoy put his other hand on the

back of my head and with simultaneous action he pulled forward on my head and

pushed his cock into my mouth. I tasted something sweet and viscous as his

knob filled my mouth. I didn't have to do anything. Mr. Fanjoy began to

move his cock in and out of my mouth until he had a good portion thrusting in

and out. He moved both hands to the back of my head and tried to get even

more of his cock to go into me. It made me gag when I was unable to breath

from my nose or mouth. I was loosing my breath and it made me gag. He eased

up enough for me to catch my breath. His cock had swollen to an enormous

girth which made breathing difficult. It had also gotten a bit longer and I

could only get about half of it in my mouth before his knob hit the back of

my mouth.

Mr. Fanjoy pulled his cock from my mouth and reached down and pulled me up

off the floor. He turned me around and pointed me toward the seat.

"Here, lay down on your back on the seat."

I did as he instructed and when I was on the seat he reached under my arms

and pulled me forward until my head was off the seat and hanging in mid air.

Mr. Fanjoy then braced himself by holding onto the seat in front and in back

and with his legs open wide he leaned forward and dropped his cock into my

mouth. He began to pump in and out of my mouth. In this position I was able

to breath a little easier and was able to allow him to get more of his cock

in me.

"Just relax and let your head tilt back. I'll do the rest." he instructed

me. He slowed his stroke until he was no longer pulling out. He waited for

an instant then he pushed forward with all his weight. Unexpectantly his

cock forced its way past the back of my mouth and I could feel the head as it

slid down my throat. To my astonishment I didn't gag or choke. It scared me

a little bit that his cock was in my throat. The feeling was strange but

enjoyable. He left his cock there for a few seconds then pushed even harder

and finished the rest of his cock into me. His balls spread across my face

as the base of his cock reached my chin. I could feel a fullness in my

throat which was exciting but I was starting to run out of breathing capacity

so I pushed up on his hips. When he pulled his cock out it felt as if he was

taking my insides with him.

He pulled all the way out, paused then pushed his cock back into me again.

He did that a few more times then he started to thrust in and out again. He

must have been getting close to cuming because he began to gyrate while

thrusting. He pulled his cock out one more time and repositioned himself so

that he could lean down over me.

He undid my pants and slid them down as much as he could, exposing my erect

cock. He didn't waste any time and dove down on it all the way to the base.

It was my first ever blowjob. His warm, wet mouth felt incredible as he

repeatedly rammed his face against the base of my cock. A dozen strokes and

I was ready to explode. Mr. Fanjoy must have detected my impending orgasm

and he stopped abruptly.

"I want to feel that long hard cock up my ass" he exclaimed. He pulled me up

from the seat and helped me to stand.

He finished taking off the rest of his clothes and told me to do the same. I

did as he said while watching him remove his clothes. First he tossed his

hat on the seat revealing a full head of short curly silvergray hair. It was

quite thin on top but striking.

His chest was covered in white hair that turned darker as it neared his cock.

His cock and balls were surrounded by a mixture of dark and white hair. He

had patches of white hair on each shoulder. He was quite muscularly built

with distinct abs and a tight round ass.

When he was completely naked he turned around and bent over between two

seats, exposing his hole. He spread his legs wide which provided the perfect

height for my stiffened cock. When I pushed my cock inside he whinced a bit

and told me to take it easy. "Slowly now, gentle" he instructed. He

continued to coach me as I commenced to fuck him as hard as I could. He

began to beg for me to fuck him harder and harder as I reached around and

took hold of his softened cock. I was able to play with his cock and balls

as they hung down. When I let go of his balls and continued to pump my cock

in and out of his hot hole I could feel his balls swinging back and forth and

hitting my own balls once in a while.

Mr. Fanjoy continued with his instructions as I began to explode inside him.

When I started to cum he encouraged me to fill him up. I finished cuming and

pulled my cock out of him, allowing him to straighten up. Turning to me he

said; "what a great fuck! I love to get fucked and sucked at the same time."

With that he took me by the hand and led me to the front of the bus. When we

got to the front he turned around and to my astonishment he placed himself in

front of the door lever handle. The smooth metal handle stood upright on its

mechanism like a stiff cock. Mr. Fanjoy bent forward and with a single

motion, buried the handle in his asshole. Once in he leaned back and twisted

on the handle. With his legs open wide he pulled me down in front of him.

His cock was already hard again and leaking precum when he pulled my head

forward.

"Get ready for a big load" he said as he forced his cock into my mouth. He

was impaled on the door lever and couldn't thrust too far forward with his

hips so he used my head to provide the fucking motion he needed.

His instructions were now focused on sucking harder and harder and as I did

he began to twist and turn on his perch until he was in an uncontrolled

series of tremors. I felt his cum shoot into my mouth. It felt very warm

and sweet as I instinctively tried to swallow. His tremors and gyrations

continued with each squirt of cum. His cum was squirting into me with such

force that I could feel each one as it spasmed into me. Finally after seveal

squirts, the tremors and gyrations slowed then stopped and he sat motionless

with the door lever buried in his ass and his softening cock throbbing in my

mouth with cum oozing out everywhere.

Mr. Fanjoy let out a huge sigh and pushed back on my shoulders, indicating

that it was time for me to let him go. I stood up in front of him and he

slowly stood up off of the door lever handle. It was only then that I

realized that we were both identicle in height. He looked at me and put his

arms around me, pulling me tight to his chest. He felt very warm as he

nestled his mouth in my neck. He kissed me below the ear then pulled his

head back and kissed me on the cheek.

"That was great, thank-you". "We'll have to do it again sometime."

I told him that I would like that and we got cleaned up and dressed.

I didn't take him up on his offer to drive me home. I convinced him that I

would prefer to walk.

I relived the event over and over and over again on the way home. When I got

home I went to the bathroom and masturbated with Mr. Fanjoy's cock in mind.

I couldn't wait for the next time.