6 comments/  56015 views/  23 favorites

Cross Country

By: UK_Dreamer



This is the last, and longest, of the stories that I had already written prior to joining Lit. I hope you enjoy it, if you do please comment, if you don't, please comment. I have started a new story, straight, that I will be posting soon so please look out for it and let me know what you think.

Thanks,

UKD

*

It was wet and it was windy, the only excuse that our PE teacher needed to announce that today's lesson would be the all time favourite... the cross country run.

SHIT! For a class or eighteen year olds this was a form of medieval torture. We all sloped off to the changing rooms, the mood darker than before the announcement was made, to get changed into the appropriate gear -- white t-shirt, white shorts, white socks and white running shoes. Fashion was not an option.

In the changing rooms there were the normal cliques that develop in any group of young men, the sporting types, the nerds, the fatso's, the gay's (although there was no proof to uphold the slur) and then there were people like me, the loners. I was the kind of kid that did not seem to fit in anywhere. Don't get me wrong, I had friends it's just that I used to drift in and out of groups, never really settling with anyone for long.

So, on this wet and windy afternoon I was keeping myself to myself, getting changed in the corner when I happened to look up and saw two of the gay's walking towards each other and then quickly flashing each other their cocks by lowering the fronts of their briefs. At the sight of this I suddenly felt a slight stirring in my own briefs and was surprised to feel an odd fluttering sensation in my stomach. I quickly turned away to hide my discomfort and hoped that they had not noticed me.

Soon after, the teacher called us all to order and had us marching out into the wind and the rain to begin our lesson. I hung back from the throng at the door hoping that no one would notice the slight bulge that had appeared in my shorts and tagged onto the end of the line. Soon enough the line began to break up as the sporty ones took the lead and the teacher chided the others into action. We took off across the playing fields and then onto the public path and up a hill that would lead us onto a footpath across neighbouring farmland and through a small wooded area.

I was so wrapped up in my own thoughts, thinking about what had happened in the changing rooms and what it meant, that I did not notice that the runners in front of me were the two gay lads. Nor did I notice that they kept glancing around at me and snickering to each other. 

Shortly the three of us were well and truly at the back of the line that was heading across the field and the first runners were well out of sight. As we approached the wooded area the runners in front of me left the footpath and headed into the woods, assuming that they were following the pack I followed. As we neared the centre of the woods the runners in front stopped and turned to face me. It was then that I realised whom I was following and my heart thudded into my mouth and I came to a stop.

Without a word passing between them they faced each other and began to kiss, using their hands to explore each other's bodies whilst their tongues explored their mouths. I was in a state of shock, could this really be happening, here, in broad daylight, right in front of me. Obviously it could because it was. Whilst I watched, mouth agape, I again felt the sensations that had assailed me in the changing rooms. My stomach was doing somersaults and my young cock was growing in my briefs.

Suddenly, they stopped kissing and their gaze landed on me. They turned towards me and began to walk in my direction, still not saying a word. As they got closer they separated and David stood in front of me. He fixed me with his hazel eyes and then let them scan my body from head to toe before his face broke into a broad grin.

"I told you" David said to Andrew "I told you he'd be interested, look at the bulge in his shorts." 

"OK, so you were right. Now what do we do about it?" asked Andrew looking me up and down.

"About wha...?" I tried to say, but I was finding it hard to concentrate on anything as my mind raced through what I had seen.

"Lets see just how interested he is, shall we?" said David.

Not knowing what they intended to do, I was surprised to see David lift his t-shirt above his head and hang it on a branch revealing his smooth olive toned torso. My head was spinning as I took in this firm stomach, his sinewy arms, dark nipples and his smattering of body hair. This was wild. Against my wishes, my cock leapt in my shorts and pushed at the material restraining it.

"Very interested I'd say," said Andrew as he pointed to my tenting shorts.

David's hand slid to the waistband of his shorts and slowly peeled them and his pants down, revealing a light growth of mousy coloured pubic hair and a smooth, slightly swollen cock. As he nimbly stepped out of his shorts my gaze was fixed on his swinging member, imaging what it would be like t o reach out and touch it, to feel the hot smooth skin in my grasp. My cock twitched again.

"Careful David, I think he's going to blow!" exclaimed Andrew with a degree of glee.

"You never know, he just might," said David cryptically.

I was so transfixed on David that I had not noticed that Andrew had also shed his clothes until he walked up to David and began to kiss his neck. I stood there mesmerised as they began to caress each other, watching in awe as blood started to pump into their cocks. 

Soon, David's member was fully erect and Andrew began to stroke it lovingly. As his hand ran up and down the 6inch shaft I noticed glistening spots of precum escaping from his swollen purple head. How I wanted to taste that, to lap it up and delight in the flavour of his youth. 

As Andrew stroked his cock David let his hand's wander down to return the favour and for the first time I noticed how massive Andrews cock was. As I stood there looking at it I likened it to a babies arm, it had to be about 2inches thick and at least 9inches long, at the sight of it I let out an audible gasp.

"I think he's seen something he likes," said David looking down at Andrew's thick shaft "I know I have!"

Andrew beamed proudly and released himself from David's grasp and began to walk towards me, his erect cock leading the way. As he drew close to me his silken cock brushed my hand and I had to fight the urge to hold it in my grasp. He circled my body, every now and then his cock head knocking against me, and returned to face me. Looking deep into my eyes he said, 

"I know what you are feeling so you might as well let it go."

"I'm not like you." I said my feebly, hoping that he would believe it more than I did.

Andrew grabbed at the front of my shorts and snagged my hard cock in his hand and said, "I think you are more like us than you like to admit."

I felt my cock swell in his grasp, my body forcing blood into my already swollen member. I fought the urge to beg him to show me his ways and I pulled myself free of him and stumbled back, I tripped over a tree root and landed in an unsightly heap on the floor, my cock still betraying my true feelings.

"If he wants to be a pussy let him be Andrew, this is the only chance we get this week." said David as he walked towards Andrew. "I'm as horny as fuck and I want your cock now." 

Andrew reached out and encircled David's waist with his arms, letting his hands find their way to his young lovers cock, and pulled him against his body. I could see his young cock sliding up the crease of David's smooth young backside, leaving a trail of pre-cum in its wake. David let out a sigh and his head rolled on his neck until he found Andrew's willing mouth and they at once resumed their kissing. Andrew turned to face him, their bodies squeezed together in a lover's embrace, their cocks entwined in a passionate dance. I was mesmerized as I lay there on my back, wishing I could be a part of what I was witnessing, wanting to feel the closeness that they were feeling. 

My hands began to wander and soon found their way into my shorts and began to pull on my own cock, my breath began to labour and I was soon on the verge of cumming. As my gasps of pleasure got louder the lovers in front of me stopped in the midst of their passion and began watching me intently. When I realised that all eyes were on me I stopped and my face reddened. 

"I knew he liked it," Said Andrew "all he needs is a little encouragement."

With that they began to advance on me, their proud cocks like water diviners, sniffing out the young virgin in front of them. Andrew reached me first and offered me his hand to help me up from the floor; I took it and noticed the line of his young muscles as he pulled me to my feet. My head was in a daze as I stood before them, how had this happened, why had I let it happen? 

I stood in front of the two naked young men, drinking in their bodies with my eyes, wanting to be a part of their story but too scared to take the leap when suddenly David reached out and grasped my shorts and pulled them down in one swift motion. Suddenly my body was exposed to them and I tried to grab the bottom of my t-shirt to try to cover my embarrassment but Andrew was quicker and he yanked my only remaining cover over my head and threw it into the branches of a near by tree.

I stood there, naked, in the middle of the small wood and I felt the excitement surge through my body as the wind cooled my hot skin. Soon a film of moisture covered me and the wind cooled it and caused my skin to break out in goose pimples. Both of them advanced on me and positioned themselves on either side of my body, each placed one hand on my back whilst their other hand gently caressed my stiffening nipples. My body quivered with excitement as they began to squeeze and tease my tender nerve endings with one hand and stroke my back with the other. 

The hands on my back began to move slowly down, making small circling motions as they went, soon they reached the smooth tender skin of my arse and began kneading each cheek. Their fingers began to pull and stretch my skin and inch towards the crease of my arse, sliding over the precipice and tickling the tender skin in the valley. My mind was racing, my heart was pumping and my cock was throbbing. Suddenly I could feel a finger tip gently stroking the entrance to my body and I let out a shudder of delight and I felt my entrance unexpectedly open to welcome the visitor. A finger slipped inside me and I nearly buckled under the pleasure, feeling it travel deeper up my channel. As my mouth let out an involuntary moan a set of lips clamped over mine and began to force its tongue inside, after a brief hesitation I began to reciprocate and my tongue began to do battle with the silky alien invader and my arse clamped down on the finger that was pleasuring me.

"I think that he's enjoying himself," said Andrew as he pushed his finger deeper into me. 

"Mmmmm..." was all that David could say in response as his mouth was still clamped to mine.

"Well, now that we know that he's enjoying himself we can show him what this is really about." said Andrew.

"Mmmmm..." was David's answer once again.

"Mmmmm..." was also the answer that I opted for.

With that agreed David's mouth began a slow, long journey away from my lips. It travelled down my chin, down my torso and into the light bushy pubic hair surrounding my young cock. Once he had landed there his mouth began to tease me, he let his tongue flick and lick anything but my aching shaft. My body was on fire with the anticipation of feeling his warm lips on my cock but he kept denying me the pleasure, keeping his sweet mouth well away from my tingling shaft.

Following his friends lead Andrew removed his finger from my arse and began to kiss the skin at the back of my neck, letting his tongue rove over my young skin and letting his teeth nibble on my ear lobes. My cock leapt dramatically in front of David's eyes and yet he would still not take me, instead he continued his teasing, letting his tongue flick around the tender regions of my desire. Andrew began a slow and tantalising descent down my back, licking and kissing the downy surface of my skin. 

When he reached the base of my back his hands gently spread my buttocks and his velvety tongue continued its downward journey until it reached my eager hole. My body was on fire as the tip of his tongue passed over my sensitive entrance and I pushed back towards him, meeting his probing tongue with an urgent thrust. My efforts were rewarded as he parted my cheeks further and buried his face deeper, allowing him to set his tongue to work in my hot entrance. As I felt his tongue enter me I felt David's hands clamp around my balls and gently squeeze them, pulling the skin back over my swollen cock head. With my purple knight exposed his tongue began to flick at the eye and lap up the pre cum that was running from it, spreading the smooth velvety fluid over the rest of the head and causing it to shine. 

Suddenly Andrew's tongue shot deeper into me, causing me to moan involuntary and thrust my hips forward, shoving my cock deeper into David's surprised mouth. Rather than pulling back from me he let his lips envelope me, let his tongue work me, suckling on my young cock as if he was a weaning calf. Soon my body was crying out for relief and blood was coursing its way up and down my cock causing it to pulse manically. I knew that I was about to cum and I tried to pull away from David but I was firmly wedged between him and Andrew. Andrew could feel me pulling to be free and began to probe my arse with a newly found gusto, shoving his tongue deeper and deeper into me. It was all too much for me and I felt cum surge thro my body and shoot from my cock with a force that I had never known before into David's hungry mouth. I expected him to withdraw from me but he held his ground and began to swallow my seed, pulling my cock deeper into his mouth so that he would not lose any. As I felt him begin to swallow I also felt my cock swell and release, our bodies acting as one. Such was the force of my ejaculation that David could not contain all of it in his hungry mouth and it began to seep out between his lips where it began to coat my shaft, my balls and his chin. As my cock began to shrink in his mouth David removed himself from my cock and returned his lips to mine, making sure that I got a good taste of my own cum. I could taste the saltiness of my body on his lips and on his tongue and I wanted more. I pushed myself into him, exploring his mouth with my tongue, looking for any lost trace of myself. Finally David pulled back and looked at me with a newfound respect and all that I was left with was the feeling of Andrew drilling into my tender arse with his exhausted tongue.

Slowly, it dawned on Andrew that all of the action in the front had come to a halt and he too pulled away. I was totally exhausted and shell shocked by what had happened but I wanted more, already my cock was twitching back to life, spurred on by the taste of my own cum that still lingered in my throat.

"I think we can assume that he's enjoying himself so far," said David as he licked the remaining spots of cum from his lips.

"Yep, so far" said Andrew "lets see what he thinks to the next round!"

With that Andrew stepped behind me, pulling my hips, using his feet to gently spread my legs apart, and closed the gap between us. As he stepped closer to me I could feel his hot cock head on my wet arse, sliding smoothly into the lubricated channel that his mouth had just left. I pushed myself towards him, felt his cock slide between my wet legs and brush my balls. 

"I think we picked a horny fucker with this one!" gasped Andrew as the foreskin pulled back over the head of his cock.

He pulled his cock back and grasped it in his young hands and began to slide it slowly up and down the crease of my arse, teasing the entrance. Each time I felt his head nearing my hole I pushed back onto him willing him to penetrate me, wanting to feel him inside me. Suddenly he stopped his teasing and placed his meaty head at the entrance of my hungry, wet arse and gave a gentle push. As he pushed into me my hole eased open and I could feel the tip of his head stretching me. 

Now that he was actually on the way in I was having second thoughts, was this what really wanted? Did I really want to become a cock slut? Then I swallowed and tasted the cum in my mouth and realised that, yes, GOD YES, this was what I wanted so I pushed back against him. As more of his large cock entered me I could feel my body protesting at the intrusion and clamping down on his meat, with each spasm of my muscles he let out a groan of pleasure. He continued to ease himself deeper into me and I could feel the head of his cock ploughing its way in, my body aching in both pain and pleasure. I closed my eyes and imagined his view, watching his thick 9inch cock parting my young cheeks and sliding deeper and deeper into my tight virgin arse and my cock began to swell. At last Andrew stopped pushing into me, giving my body a chance to get used to the feeling of being full of his cock.

"God, your arse is so hot! I haven't fucked a tight pussy like this in ages. How do you feel?"

"Fucking hot! I'd never imagined how good this could feel before. I feel like I want to be filled with cock for the rest of my life."

"Well I'm not all the way there yet so you may change your mind before this is over. How about you wiggle that sweet arse of yours so as to loosen yourself up a bit?"

I began to gently wiggle my arse from side to side feeling my body relax around his pulsating cock.

"Why don't you go down on your hands and knees, I always find it easier that way when Andrew fucks me up the arse." suggested David.

Andrew and I began to lower ourselves towards the ground until I was on all fours. 

"You feel OK?" asked Andrew

"Oh yeah," I moaned, "I see what he means." This new position made my arse more accessible to Andrew and naturally stretched my body, allowing him to go deeper.

With those words of assurance Andrew thrust the rest of his cock deep into me and I let out a yelp of surprise. He must have only been about half way in up to this point because it felt like his cock had doubled in size before I felt his downy pubic hair on my arse cheeks.

"Fuck, I thought I had nearly all of you in before... I hope that's all that you've got because I'm pretty sure that if there's anymore I'm going to split!" I managed to say.

"That's all of it," confirmed David "I'll take things a little slower until you are used to it from now on."

"Sod that, just fuck me like you fuck David, I'll let you know if you need to ease up." was my surprising response.

And so it began, Andrew pulled his thick long cock back and pistoned it forward causing my cheeks to slap against his groin while his meat beat my insides. The heat began to grow with each thrust and my arse began to get wet with juices from our bodies, his trusting got noisier and noisier as our bodies collided and my moans got louder and louder.

"Ah, ah, that feels so fucking good, mmmm.." I moaned

"Shhhh.." implored David "You'll have everyone within earshot wondering what's going on."

"Ah, ah, who fucking cares," I replied, "this is so fucking good. Ah, ah, fuck me, this is soooo good."

"Tell me something I don't know," said David as he slapped my prone face with his hard cock "I'm here with a real boner from watching you two hotties fuck like rabbits so I know how good it is but you still need to be quiet."

"Ah, ah, but you've been fucked by his cock so you must know how impossible this is. I just want to fucking scream my lungs out."

"Try sucking on this then." said David as he bought the glistening head of his cock closer to my lips. 


Cross Country



I'm a teacher. This was my first year teaching at Lawndale High. My first year teaching at any school, for that matter, but you have to start somewhere. So the big mid-year event came as a nasty surprise.

It turned out that it was tradition that Lawndale High held a cross-country run each year. Attendance compulsory. That was fine by me. Gets the students out of my hair and gives me a peaceful day.

That was until I found out exactly what attendance compulsory meant.

"You mean that we, the teachers, are all supposed to go on this run as well?" I gasped. He had to be joking. Dear god, let him be joking.

"That's right," Mr Pierce, our Principal assured me. "I expect all our teachers to be there, leading the way. It shows school spirit and helps to build morale."

"It's going to be a very slow run if I'm expected to be one of the leaders," I pointed out and Mr Pierce gave me a slow once over.

I knew what he was looking at. Standing five foot tall I resemble a pixie, not a cross-country runner. He nodded thoughtfully. 

"I'm sure you have the stamina to do the distance," he said dryly, "but I will concede that you are a little on the short side. Instead of leading you can be one of the sweepers bringing up the rear."

"I believe the correct description is vertically challenged," I muttered, bring a choked snort from Meg, sitting next to me.

"Ah, what does a sweeper do?"

"Some of our students show a lamentable lack of school spirit and tend to drop out of the race early. The sweepers gather them up and encourage them to complete the course."

OK. I could do that. Stroll along behind the pack and yell at anyone going slower than me. Piece of cake.

The day of the cross-country came along and a very fine day it was. I had the route memorised and it was supposed to be well marked with flags. I was dressed for the run in a fetching pair of yellow shorts and an official school t-shirt. I also had a tracksuit in my car to change into after the race.

The first chore of the day was to hunt the students out of their various hiding places. I wasn't much use here as I didn't know the normal hideaways, but I went along with Meg. She's been at Lawndale for years and knows where even the smallest student might hide.

Finally satisfied that the school was gathered the Principal gave the nod and the whole herd took off at a slow trot. I will admit that at least Mr Pierce had the courage of his convictions and was doing the run with the rest of us. 

I and the two other designated sweepers followed along behind. We were spread out to a fair degree to make sure no-one sneaked off to the side and away.

We came across the really lazy ones quite fast. A few growls tended to get them moving, resigned to the fact that they were between a rock and a hard place. They either ran or got ground up.

Now when the school took off, at the rear of the pack I spotted Michael. Michael is in the sixth form. He's eighteen, graduates this year, though I don't know how, and is a star on the football team. He is also a very big boy. 

When I say big, I mean big. He's over six foot tall and I'd hate to think how much he weighs. He's all meat and muscle. I heard some other teachers discussing him. Big as an ox and just as strong, one had observed. Yes, but also just as dumb and just as stubborn, was the reply.

Now I had Michael in one of my classes and although he was quiet he always seemed to hand in his assignments on time and got good marks for them. If they were really his work he couldn't be all that dumb, so I was reserving judgement.

The reason I mentioned Michael was because while he was ahead of the stragglers, just running along at the back of the pack, when we passed through a little wood he wasn't at the back of the pack any more. Or with the stragglers. Or anywhere in sight.

I jogged over to one of the other sweepers and mentioned that Michael had turned up missing. He didn't seem surprised. 

He'll be lurking in the woods until we've gone. I'll let you go chouse him out." 

I sighed and trotted back to the woods. The joys of being the junior teacher.

I trotted along the path and finally spotted another path leading away. Guessing that Michael had slipped down there I headed on down. The path ended at a little grassy clearing, and there was Michael, reading.

"What do you think you're doing, Michael," I asked, feeling like a Chihuahua bailing up a Great Dane. 

"Reading," he said flatly.

"Really. And what may I ask are you reading."

"Ah, it's a book. That's what most people read, you know?"

"And may I ask the name of the book?"

"You may."

There was dead silence. He was waiting for me to ask, the swine. Was he really that dumb or was he having me on?

"And the name of the book is?"

"It's Odyssey. By Homer, you know. I'm reading it in the original Greek. I find it loses too much in the English translation."

I blinked and looked harder at the book. Damned if he wasn't telling the truth. Somehow the phrases 'dumb ox' and 'reading the Odyssey in the original Greek' just did not fit well together. 

"Do you know what you're supposed to be doing?" I asked pointedly.

"Attending a place of learning so I can further my education," he replied.

"You're supposed to be running in the cross-country," I reminded him. "So why don't you put the book away and get going?"

"Better yet, why don't you, Miss Jackson, go chase those who need the exercise and leave me in peace?"

"As far as I'm concerned, you're one of them. Now let's get moving." I snapped that out very nicely, demonstrating that I was in command.

Michael rose to his feet and put his hands on his tips. God he looked enormous.

"Look at me, Miss Jackson, and tell me what you see."

I looked him up and down in an icy manner.

"I see a big lazy ox who isn't entering into the spirit of things and going with the rest of the school on a cross-country run."

"Wrong. You see a very large young man. I'm big and I'm strong and I'm fit. Despite what some people say, I have never taken steroids. Never needed to and don't want to. I can run very fast in short sprints and I can keep on going steadily for quite a while. What you don't see is a cross-country runner. For all my strength and stamina I'd finish the cross-country dead last, well after the others have gone home. Expecting me to ever be a cross-country runner is ludicrous. Just because the Principal thinks it's a good idea doesn't make it one.

There are things at which I excel and things that I'm good at and getting better at. Now I don't mind putting time and effort into these things, burnishing my skills and developing new ones. However, I see no reason why I should waste my time doing something that I don't like, don't need and will never be any good at.

You, as a teacher, should understand this. You'll also find that you'll develop to be a better teacher when you come to understand that some rules need to be bent a little. This is one of those times. Now run along and yap at one of the lazy hounds that needs a Terrier snapping at their heels."

A Terrier. A step up from a Chihuahua, I guess. 

"Sorry, Michael. You make a good case for yourself but my instructions were to gather up the stragglers and you're one, so let's go. Think of it as building school morale."

The big lummox just sat back down on the grass. 

"I build school morale every time I help the team win," he said. "You can consider that my contribution. Now run along. I'm reading."

Apparently the stubborn as an ox bit was true, even if he was a damn sight smarter than some people realised. He was about to find out that I was even stubborner.

I marched over and stood in front of him, standing as tall as I could. 

"On your feet, boy," I snapped. "Now!"

He ignored me. Totally. Completely. I wasn't even worth looking at. He turned a page of his book and continued reading.

I slapped the book out of his hand, sending it flying. That made him look at me.

"That book is an expensive item," he said looking quite annoyed. "What's more it's my personal property. You, as a teacher, should have more respect for both books and other people's personal property."

It hadn't even occurred to me that if I was standing close enough to slap his book out of his hand I was also standing close enough for him to reach me. I mean, I was a teacher. I was the one in a position of authority. Unfortunately, Michael didn't see it that way. He just reached out, picked me up and dumped me face down across his lap. He did it so effortlessly that you'd think that he was handling a small child.

A very naughty small child at that. His hand came down and firmly spanked me on the bottom. It smarted and I squealed. Then came the next spank.

I couldn't believe it. Michael, a student, was spanking me, the teacher.

"Cut it out, you great ox," I yelled, yelping as another spank landed. "How dare you assault me like this?"

"How dare you show such disrespect for other people's property?" asked Michael. "You don't like being spanked like this?"

"No," I yelled. Turns out I should have said yes.

"Right," said Michael, and gave my shorts a firm tug. They popped over my hips and down my legs with no problems whatsoever. Before I could protest my panties went the same way. And Michaels hand came down firmly on my bottom again.

You can imagine my consternation. Being spanked was bad enough. Being spanked on my bare bottom was a whole order of magnitude worse. I squirmed and protested and squeaked when he spanked, but I didn't dare scream. What if I screamed and someone came? I'd just die. I would be forced to change schools, if I could find one that would take me. 

So I got spanked, with not much more than a token protest. I apologised. I told him I was sorry for possibly damaging his book. He said, "I know you are. Now. The idea is to learn not to do it in the first place."

I've got to admit he was quite efficient about it. He just gave me a good spanking. One that smarted (oh boy, did it smart) but didn't actually inflict any damage. Why, I'd probably be able to sit down in a day or so.

The problem really started when he finished spanking me. He sat there, me across his knee, his great paw resting on my bare bottom. He started idly massaging me, rubbing my bottom. 

I squirmed and made 'let me go' and 'stop it' noises and was ignored. His hand casually felt out my bottom and then dipped between my legs. I hadn't even known that they were parted, but they were, and with his hand already teasing my pussy closing my legs would do nothing more than jam his hand tighter against me.

I was ever so relieved when he suddenly swung me into a sitting position, even if I was still bare-assed and on his lap. At least his hands weren't where they shouldn't be. He promptly grabbed the hem of my t-shirt and told me to lift my arms.

It was a case of, "You're joking?" and he said, "No. You might as well lift them because it's coming off." So I lifted my arms and he lifted my t-shirt right off. You can guess how long my bra lasted after that.

He pushed me down onto the grass and then whipped off his own things. As he was also dressed for the cross-country he wasn't wearing much. And the swine was a big man, in every sense of the word.

They say that if a man takes steroids his balls shrink. Based on that, Michael has never taken a steroid in his life. Apparently he was just one of those naturally big people.

"Michael," I said carefully, "what are you planning to do? You should think this through very carefully."

What was he planning to do? He was planning on fucking me. Any idiot could see that. A student and he was going to rape me. How the hell did I get into this fix?

His hand cupped one of my breasts. It looked tiny in his big hairy paw, but he seemed to treasure it, holding it gently and teasing the nipple to life. Then he did the same to my other breast. 

"What am I planning to do?" he repeated. He smiled at me, a truly wicked smile that went straight to my groin. "What do you think I'm going to do?"

"You're not thinking of the consequences," I gasped. He'd just nibbled on a nipple while his hand was stroking my mons, tugging lightly at my curls. 

"You've got very soft curls," he observed. "I bet you use conditioner on them."

"That's none of your business," I hissed. "You shouldn't be touching them. Consequences, remember."

"Ah, yes, consider the consequences. The way I look at it, if I let you go now you'll feel honour bound to report me for indecently assaulting you. Yes, you would," he insisted, when I tried to say I wouldn't, "and we'd both be in trouble.

However, if I continue and make love to you, will you still report it, knowing that you'd probably destroy my life just because I didn't ask permission. No, you wouldn't. You'd swallow your pride and pretend it never happened. So it's better for both of us if I just keep on going and make love to you."

I wanted to hit him, but his logic did make sense. If he didn't actually hurt me when he raped me I wouldn't have the heart to destroy his life over it. I'd just swallow my pride, like he said, and see if I could find a way to break his arms.

"There is, fortunately, a way around this without either of us having to back down or lose our pride. You're not against building up school morale, are you?"

I shook my head.

"Well, making love to you will build my morale and that will help us win the game on Saturday which will build the school morale. So my making love to you is something you should agree to for the good of the school. Have you ever answered a reverse question?" 

Michael's convoluted logic was driving me batty. And what the hell is a reverse question?

"Give me an answer. Yes or no, will do, but it can be anything."

"OK. My answer is 'you are insane'."

"Very good. And the question you just answered is 'what would you think if I don't make love to you?"

He smiled at me, that same wicked look he gave me earlier, and again it went straight to my groin. I could feel my nipples puckering again at the thought of him taking me.

"Don't be bashful," he said. "Do it. I don't mind."

"What?"

"Do what you've been wanting to do. I can see the curiosity in your eyes."

I fumed, feeling embarrassed. Was there anything he missed? I wondered just how bright he really was. I also did what I had been wanting to do. I took hold of his erection, using my hands to measure it.

My conclusions were horrendous. Too big, my mind shrieked. And I've got to handle this? I also found that my hands were running up and down the length of his shaft, almost greedily assessing it.

At the same time he was running his hands over me, building up my excitement. I was already wet and getting wetter.

"Lie back and lift your legs," he murmured, and I did it without any hesitation.

He moved between my legs, brushing his cock back and forth along my slit, brushing it against my inner lips, lips that were puffy and swollen and spreading, inviting him in. He pressed lightly against me and then paused, looking at me.

"Yes?" he asked.

"Yes," I gasped. Damn him, what the hell did he expect me to say?

He pressed forward. I could feel my lips first move wider and then close over him, my hips pushing up, feeling him sinking deeper.

Thankfully he took his time. He was filling me, quite rapidly really, but I could feel myself stretching, adjusting, finding room for him. He kept on coming and I kept stretching. I couldn't believe that I was able to handle him, but he kept coming and I kept taking him and I was quite chuffed when he finally stopped, his groin pressed against mine.

Michael just lay there, pinning me against the ground. His hands were at my breasts, stroking them, enjoying them.

"Ready?" came the question and I just nodded. I was past ready. I'm not sure how I reached that point, but I was there. 

Then he started rocking, just sliding gently in and out, stirring my nerves with every stroke. I fell into motion with him, relishing the gentle movement, excitement rising.

I thought that after a while he would start moving faster, but it didn't happen. He just kept going at the same gentle pace, but somehow or other he was sending little spasms of lust surging through me. Maybe because he was so large and I was so tiny in comparison, I had automatically assumed that he'd be really vigorous, slamming hard into me, and I'm not sure how I would have handled that. His very gentleness got to me, igniting fires within me.

On he went, on and on, sliding back and forth, driving me wild. It finally dawned on me that at some stage Michael had started going in harder. He was now driving in harder, moving faster, and my excitement was increasing in leaps and bounds.

I was squeaking and squealing and bucking under him, gasping and shuddering, relishing every little movement. I couldn't remember the last time I'd been so thoroughly shafted. 

It didn't seem that he was in a great hurry to finish. Michael seemed quite happy to pleasure himself, and he just kept it up. I was starting to squirm, tossing my head from side to side, gasping and squealing, hovering on the verge of being completely swept away. 

When Michael finally decided to go for broke I was ready. Oh god, was I ready. He seemed to give one stroke that was harder and faster and the whole world came apart around me. I could feel him squirting inside me, pumping himself dry, while my passage clung desperately to his shaft, reluctant to let it go.

When I finally managed to sit up I found Michael dressed and seated, reading. He smiled at me. 

"Ah, you may want to get some leaves and wipe yourself down before you get dressed," he told me. 

He had a point. Fancy re-joining the cross-country with various bodily fluids running down my legs. I shuddered. It didn't bear thinking about.

"Ah, Miss Jackson," Michael said rather sharply as I was reaching for some nice thick leaves. "I wouldn't pick those leaves."

"Why not," I asked, turning to face him, a double handful of leaves in my grasp.

"Oh, god. Whatever you do don't touch yourself," he said. "That's poison ivy."

Wouldn't that have been fun, wiping my thighs and privates with poison ivy? Don't they put signs on these bushes?

"Drop the leaves, for god's sake," said Michael, "and don't touch anything."

Talk about embarrassing. I had to stand there, naked, while Michael first rubbed some leaves on my hands trying to get rid of the oils from the poison ivy. Then he got some more leaves and wiped my thighs and the rest of me down there. I know he was laughing inside, but he was smart enough not to let it show. I even had to let him dress me. Something he was suspiciously good at.

"I'm afraid you'll have to miss the rest of the cross-country," he said with immense satisfaction. "Unfortunately, so will I. I wouldn't be a gentleman if I didn't help you back to the school for proper treatment by the nurse."

My hands were prickling and itching. Luckily for Michael, because I so wanted to slap that smug look off his face. Still, I was out of the race. There's good luck when you least expect it.



Cross Country Bus Trip Pt. 01



I was broke. I had lost my job and I decided to make some changes, some big changes. I was heading home to work in my brother's restaurant in Spokane, WA. That's where I was born and raised. I left ten years ago after my father has disowned me for coming out of the closet. "No son of mine will be a faggot". Those words were still painful a decade later. 

My brother and I were both classically trained chefs. I had a restaurant here in Sarasota, but the recession proved too much and I was never able to recover. So I sold all of my possessions and after paying off all my debt I was left with a measly $4,400. So on a Thursday morning in April, I loaded a Greyhound bus to Spokane.

I had contemplated flying home or renting a car. But ultimately decided on a Greyhound. I was actually looking forward to the trip. Give me a few days to clear my head. Also, because times had been so tough, I hadn't done any traveling lately which was something I enjoyed thoroughly. 

I picked a seat with a power outlet and settled in. I boarded at 6:10am and would be on this bus until 11:45am when we transferred in Tallahassee. The bus was about half full so the seat next to me remained open the entire trip.

We made several stops as we headed North. Spring Hill, Crystal River and a couple others. But it was in Perry, FL when my "gaydar" went off. I knew the second I saw the young slender stylish blonde get on the bus that he too was gay. As he passed me, he smiled and I was overtaken by the aroma of Polo Blue Cologne. I smiled to myself as the bus continued Tallahassee bound.

While we waited for our next bus to leave for St. Louis, we both enjoyed a cigarette along with a dozen others at the bus terminal. But three times I caught him looking at me and I suppose he caught me looking at him three times as well. He looked so clean and crisp with his beautiful blonde hair, Hollister polo, and khaki cargo shorts. Surely, this model like man couldn't be interested in me. I was forty six, 5'8" 200 lbs. black hair and brown eyes. No way that a twenty something, 185lbs, 6ft 1in would even pay me any attention. 

As we finished our cigarettes, his phone rang. While he talked, I over heard him telling say that he was "officially Missoula bound" and how excited he was to be heading home. I quickly checked my itinerary and smiled as I realized I'd spend the next 68 hours in the company of this fine young man. 

We boarded our new bus and headed for the Alabama border. 

"I couldn't help but overhear you're heading for Montana. I'm heading for Spokane"

"Oh okay! Wow, we have a lot of miles ahead of us together" he said with a giggle.

I introduced myself. "I'm Bruce"

"Kyle." We shook hands. 

Kyle was my kind of guy. While I was stocky and short, he was slender and tall. I maintained masculinity while he presented himself with femininity. I was infatuated. 

"So Bruce" he hissed. "Why does a guy decide to bus it to Washington and not fly?"

"Good question" I responded. "I'm starting life over after a failed business and thought a three day trip home would help me clear my head." He seemed satisfied with my answer. "What about you?"

"My boyfriend and I just finished two years on a cruise ship. I was a sous chef". My boyfriend and I rented a car to head home but he decided to tell me that he was breaking up with me last night when we stopped in Tallahassee. So I decided to take a bus home instead." Made sense to me.

"Oh! You were a chef? Me too! Sixteen years. Well, longer actually. I grew up in the kitchen. My father owned a restaurant."

"Really?" He seemed excited. "Oh my God! Cooking is my passion. What type of cuisine?"

"Italian, mostly. But I like to throw in a little Mediterannien, too."

"Oh, great! I was trained in Japenese cuisine, but I'd technically consider my style Asian Fusion". 

The miles flew by and in no time, we were in Nashville. We both exited the bus for a cigarette and the conversation continued. We discussed everything cooking related as well as traveling adventures and past relationships. I was thrilled to have a couple more days with him as my interest in this guy was growing by the minute.

As we were getting back on board, the driver informed us that the bus would be full to St. Louis. Obviously, Kyle took the seat next to me and as we began the next six hour leg of our trip, we both drifted off to sleep. I was awaken by a bump in the road and immediately notice that Kyle was awake. 

To my surprise, he had his penis out and was stroking it feverishly. I pretended to sleep so as not to cut this show short. Though the bus was dark, I was afforded a view each time we passed a street light. His member was nearly eleven inches long and thin like him. He was circumcised and his entire pelvic region was completely shaved. I could feel my own organ twitch with excitement watching the show. 

As he stroked his cock with his right hand, his left was tugging at his enormous ball sack. I was so enthralled in the moment, I had lost the act of sleeping. I glanced up and could see Kyle's eyes were locked on mine. He knew I wasn't asleep and was looking right at me. He moved closer to me and as I struggled to find something to say, he kissed me. 

Our tongues twirled as he continued his five fingered work out of his cock. I couldn't resist and I reached out and my hand replaced his. I corkscrewed up and down his cock making sure I kept a tight grip. Our kissing had stopped and I was now licking his ear. His hand was fumbling with my waist band and rubbing my groin intently. 

Soon, he was able to release my now throbbing member to freedom. My pecker was short at six inches but was nearly around as a soda can. I was uncut and the head of my cock was mushroom like. He immediately began stroking my six inch sausage with the same vigor and enthusiasm he had been stroking his own. I kissed his neck some before our mouths met once again. I was amazed that the sound of his fist pumping over my thick mushroom head hadn't woken anybody up. Against the silence of the bus, the stroking sounded deafening.

I reached across and raised his shirt up and ran my fingertips across his hairless stomach. Soon, his ass was thrusting off his seat and ramming his cock through my fist. He came forcefully, never forgetting though we were in the company of 54 other people. Without recovering for even a second, he continued working my thick cock with his hand. He then got on his knees in his seat and faced me. As he pushed my shirt up and sucked my nipple. It felt incredible and I knew I was close to climax Kyle knew too as he kissed his way down my body and took my pulsating cock head into my mouth. That sent me over the edge. String after string of my thick hot cum blasted into his mouth. He was thorough and swallowed it all. What a whore.

We both covered up and went to sleep without saying a word.

I woke up as the bus was navigating downtown St. Louis. Kyle was awake and checking his phone. 

"Good morning, mister"

He responded "good morning to you. Quite the night we had, wouldn't you say?"

"I would indeed." I said with a smile.

"We have an hour here until our next busy leaves, wanna go get some breakfast?"

"Yeah! I'm starved"

A few minutes later, the bus was parked and the door swung open. We gathered our things and exited the bus. Inside the depot, we placed our luggage into a locker and set out to find a place for breakfast. The choices of restaurants were slim near the station so we settled on a Starbucks. 

As we sat there enjoying our coffees and pastries, Kyle leaned in and said quietly; "I'm not a whore or anything. I've been with three guys and two of them were relationships." I wasn't judging, I too had never done anything like that. "I never dreamed I'd masturbate on a full bus of people and certainly not take it as far as we did. But to be honest, you're a really good looking guy and we hit it off really well and I just couldn't help myself"

I stared blankly. I wanted to respond. I didn't want to sound judgmental and I didn't want to sound like a whore myself. I had never done anything like that either, but enjoyed it immensely.

"It's fine. We're both grown adults and we both enjoyed ourselves. To be honest I'm really looking forward to the next 48 hours with you." I was happy with my answer. It was true. If nothing physical happened between us, that would be fine. If it did, I certainly wouldn't complain.

We headed back to the station and arrived in time to board the bus that would take us all the way to Denver this evening. We took two open seats next to each other towards the back of the bus. This section of the trip wasn't nearly as full and we left STL with barely half the seats full. 

I pulled out a cook book I had brought along and conversation picked up right where we had left off in Nashville. 

As we were discussing sauces and methods of plating them, Kyle changed the subject dramatically.

"Do you think I'm weird only having been with three guys?"

"No. Not at all. You're young." I quickly answered. "Nothing wrong with that at all."

"How many have you been with?" He questioned with a smile.

"I don't know, actually. I'd guess about 50 or 60 but I've been sexually active for fifteen years. And I haven't fucked all of them. Some I just blew. Or some blew me. Or we just sword fought. A lot of those guys I just fooled around with. Yeah, I'd say I only fucked eight or ten of them"

"Sword fighting? You've done that? I've always wanted to do that."

" Yeah, some people call it frottage. It can be fun for getting to know each other and it's pretty safe. There's something about feeling another cock against yours that's just...just electrifying"

"That's awesome."

I could tell he was getting turned on. I was too. There wasn't much we could do about it as there were people across the aisle and we couldn't move as that we be to suspicious. The only reason we could talk about the subjects we were is because both of them were wearing headphones. 

Kyle stood up and removed his laptop from his luggage in his overhead bin. He turned on an episode of of some teen soap opera reality docudrama show and I reached for my book. 

As we neared an hour long layover in Kansas City, I had a great idea. While it wasn't so easy to mess around on the bus during the day, what if we could find a place to fool around in Kansas City. I tapped Kyle on the shoulder and he removed his earbud.

"Do you want to have a little fun in Kansas City?"

He responded with a smile.

When the bus stopped in Boonville, we used our ten minutes wisely and I spent nearly $40.00 on gas station food. We wouldn't have time to grab lunch in Kansas City as clearly we had other plans. It was another two hours to Kansas City. 

Upon arrival in Kansas City, we found a locker for our things and began our search for the perfect fool around spot. Across the street from the depot was a cafe. I steered us in that direction thinking a bathroom would be our only option. In the parking lot, there was a camper trailer for sale. I thought to my self how perfect that would be for our lunch time cock shack. We made our way into the cafe and headed towards the bathrooms. While passing the kitchen, I heard a customer inquire about the camper. The owner responded that he was selling it but didn't have time to show them as he was very busy. However, he did offer them the keys to go have a look for themselves. 

It was at that point that a light bulb went off in my head. I approached the owner stating that I too was interested in the camper. If it was agreeable I'd also take a look and return the key to him once done. He agreed. 

Kyle and I hurried back out to the camper. The customer with the key had already decided the rig wasn't for him when he saw the interior decor. I explained the arrangement I had made either owner and he handed the key over without question. 

Kyle and I stepped inside and I locked the door behind us. Immediately Kyle removed his pants and boxers revealing my old friend from last night. He sprawled onto the RV couch as though relaxing into the sofa of a subtitle at a five star hotel. I too stripped naked and joined him as our hands began rubbing each others body.

"Have you ever tried docking?" I inquired.

"No. I've never done anything exciting like that. What is it?"

"Well", I explained, "I'm uncut so if we put our cock heads together, I can roll my foreskin over yours too. You wanna try it?"

Before I could even get the question out, he was nodding in approval. I'd lied him down and straddled him. His cock was now semi hard. As his helmet disappeared into my foreskin, he let out a soft moan. 

Slowly I began stroking the cock bridge we had created and he pulled me close to him for a deep warm kiss. As our tongues met, my body was overcome with goosebumps. It had been years since I was this turned on by another person. The warmth of another dick so close to yours is indescribable. I could tell that he was enjoying it immensely. Knowing I was making him feel god made me feel good. I know we had only known each other of a short time but there was so much I already wanted to do with him. 

I retracted my foreskin and sent his now rigid dick slapping against is stomach. I repostioned myself on top of him and laid my dick on top of his. We kissed passionately. I let myself fall on top of him and began moving up and down as our penises ground against one another. I could feel the small camper trailer rocking from the motions of our lust. 

I sat up and took both members into my hand. I stroked them both in unison, moaning loudly in pleasure. I slapped his balls playfully with my thick Pepsi can of a dick. I lifted his tightening scrotum on the tip of my member. He grabbed at my hips and spanked my cock with his. We were both in extacy. Kyle then took control by placing our cocks back together and violently stroking both at once. I began moaning loudly. Surely anyone outside could have heard me though the thin trailer walls. He reached up and rolled one of my nipple between his fingers. I could feel him raising up beneath me and knew he was close. 

Seconds later he was pumping his load onto his stomach and chest. The sight of him covered in his own load proved too much and my load joined his as I shot my spunk onto him too. To show my appreciation for this and last night, I hastily sucked up both of our semen. The taste was intoxicating and Kyle must have known it because he pulled my mouth up to his. We shared a long open mouth kiss and savored our combined fluids. I collapsed on top of him for a few minutes before we remembered we had a bus to catch. 

We returned the keys to the restaurant owner who was still very busy. We walked hand in hand to the bus station, where we collected our things and boarded the bus again. Eight hours until we get to Denver.



Cross Country Bus Trip Pt. 02



Please read Part One first, as this might not make sense without that.

*****

As we settled back into the bus that would take us to Denver, we both found separate activities to pass the time. I noticed Kyle was taking advantage of the free wi-fi on board this and was reading a blog about amusements parks. I couldn't contain myself. 

"You're a roller coaster enthusiast?" I asked in disbelief.

He laughed. "Yeah, it's a hobby. When I can get time away from the kitchen, I'm road tripping to amusement parks."

"Me too!" I responded excitedly.

"Shut up. You're joking!"

"I'm not! If I would have stayed in Florida, a few friends and I were going to road trip up the east coast and hit all the parks this summer. That's why I loved living in Florida. There's tons of parks. Up here, it's just-"

"Silverwood", we said it in unison. Silverwood was a little amusement park in Idaho. Cute place, but nothing compared to Busch Gardens or Sea World.

Was this even possible for me to find a cock hungry sous chef who loves roller coasters and travel? It seemed so. I had met him. I had met him on a Greyhound bus of all places. I had to be dreaming. 

The conversation continued about parks and roller coasters. We had ridden a lot of the same coasters in Florida. There were a lot of roller coasters around the country we both wanted to ride. 

In Salina, KS we used a 30 minute stop to exchange blow jobs in the bus bathroom. All the other passengers were either sleeping or had vacated the bus. We basically would be uninterrupted for awhile. We entered the bathroom and I sat on the toilet. Kyle pulled his cock and balls out and tucked the band of his sweat paints up behind them. Even flaccid, his long thin cock was a beauty. I quickly took it into my mouth and swirled my tongue around the head. I massaged his scrotum and corkscrewed a fist up and down his shaft until his sweet salty seed was gushing down my throat. I licked his pecker clean and kissed his balls. I had pulled my cock out and was stroking it while I was feasting on his member. That was the first time I had tasted his dick and knew it wouldn't be the last. 

He stood me up and sat in my place. He slid his tongue under my foreskin and swirled my helmet with his tongue. He opened his mouth and proceeded to take in all of my thick shaft. I held his head and fucked his mouth like a little cum slut should be face fucked. He was my little cum slut. I was his too. Before long, I was thrusting my cock as deep as it would go. I slammed my manhood deep into his mouth and he sucked every last drop of my juice out of me. I stood him up and kissed him, tasting my flavor in his mouth. 

As we exited, an older lady seated near the bathroom clearly knew what we had done and wasn't pleased. I have to admit that we weren't silent by any means. We had just enough time for a cigarette before it was time to climb back aboard and depart. Still six and a half hours until we arrived in Denver.

We had hardly returned to the interstate and Kyle was asleep. Apparently, my boy hadn't slept much last night. I suppose we did have a pretty exciting day thus far. I decided to try my hand at napping, but before I did, I made a phone call. 

We both slept the evening away. When I awoke, my iPhone's gps informed me we were about 30 minutes from Denver. Kyle was still sleeping. I decided to check Facebook and pass the time left until Denver. 

As we exited the freeway and onto the city streets, I awoke him with a kiss and a gentle grab of his package. He kissed back and purred as my hand cupped his balls. 

"We have eight hours in Denver." I whispered to him as we reached our next pit stop.

"Ugh. Eight hours in a greyhound terminal is going to suck! But I'm sure we will find ways to entertain ourselves." He said with a wink. 

"I booked a hotel room. I figured we could both use a shower and I'm curious how much fun you and I can have with a real bed."

"Yaaaaay!" he said, while stretching. "I smell awful!". He didn't. It was all in his mind, though after 36 hours without a shower and three ejaculations later, I wasn't feeling very fresh either. 

We were at the terminal in no time. We exited the bus with nearly eight hours before we had to be back. We jumped in a cab and headed for the Holiday Inn Express a few blocks away. 

In the cab, Kyle mentioned how convenient it was that we were both well rested for our night in Denver.

Once we were in our room, we both undressed and for the first time, our completely naked bodies embraced. It was the first time, I realized how much taller than me he was. His body was magnificent. Other than his head, there wasn't a single hair anywhere. Suddenly he pulled away.

"Let's shower first. Then the night is all ours."

He ran the shower and I picked up my dirty clothes and retrieved my body wash and shampoo from my luggage. I joined him in the bathroom and we stepped into the shower together.

Immediately, we recreated our embrace from a few minutes earlier. As our wet body pressed against one another. I could feel his hardening cock against my stomach. I reached between us and started stroking him. I too was hard and my cock was sticking right into his scrotum. I retracted my foreskin ad rubbed my bare cock head across his balls. He reached down and grabbed at my ass. His mouth moved down to my neck and he preceded to kiss my neck as I began fucking his thighs. 

I tightened my grip around his cock and moved my attention to just the tip. I squeezed his cock head and placed his nipple in mouth. He grabbed my head and held it close to his chest. He still had one hand on my ass and was pulling me towards him as I continued to thrust my cock in between his thighs. I was still jerking him off and sucking his nipple. Then, he lifted my head and I was met with a kiss. We mixed tongues and he shot his load in between us. The slippery texture created by his cum on our stomachs sent me to climax and I released my seed in between his thighs. We made out for awhile longer before beginning to actually bathe and wash away two whole days on a bus.

We stepped out and dried off. We both dressed for bed and went down and had a cigarette. While we were smoking, we both were lost in thought.

"I can't believe this is happening," my lover began as he puffed is cigarette. "We've know each other for just thirty six hours. But I feel as though we've been lovers for years and friends for a lot longer"

I agreed. I felt so close to him. Of course sexually, but also emotionally. I cared for him as if he had been in my life for ages not hours. I too couldn't believe we hadn't known one another yesterday morning. 

We headed back upto the room and nearly instinctively stripped back down to nothing. We laid next to each other in bed. He reached for the remote and we found an episode of Big Bang Theory. Of course, we both loved the show and were avid watchers. Yet another thing we had in common. We laughed and enjoyed two more episodes. 

He turned to me an asked "Are you a top or a bottom?"

"I'll bottom occasionally, but I prefer to top." I hadn't realized that in all of our sexual escapades, we had yet to actually penetrate one another. "You?"

"I've only bottomed but I've always wanted to try top. But my ex was a top and had no interest in bottoming"

I'd been in love with his cock since the first time I'd seen him stroking it on the bus. That was twenty four hours ago but felt like it had been months. I was more than willing to allow him to fuck my ass.

"I'm game. If you want to try it, why not now?" I proposed.

I saw his cock twitch with excitement at the very idea. Even flaccid hanging down between his legs, it was a work of art. 

He jumped out of bed and ran to his bag, retrieving a small bottle of lube. When he returned, he was already semi erect. I sat on the edge of the bed and took his cock into my mouth. As if sucking this beautiful member wasn't enough, knowing that I was preparing it to plunge deep inside of me made me hard within a minute. I spit if cock out after just a couple of minutes and laid back on the bed and got ready to get fucked. 

"Go slow. You're awfully big and I haven't bottomed in over a year."

"I will, daddy. I promise."

That was the first time he had called me that. I hope it wouldn't be the last because it sounded hot. He coated his dick in lube and rubbed a healthy amount on my entry. Soon I could feel the pressure on my anus as he guided his nearly foot long unit into me. 

"Oh my god, it's so warm," he remarked as he continued his entry into me. 

It hurt immensely at first but soon the pleasure came back. Thankfully, he wasn't all that thick. I had taken thicker, but none this long. Soon I was wondering why I didn't bottom more often. Pleasurable sensations were overtaking me. I couldn't help but moan. 

With him sliding slowly deeper and deeper into me, I took hold of my cock with one hand and pulled him down on top of me with the other. Our lips met and we both scooted furthered into the bed. His enormous rod seemed to go on forever. I could nearly feel it in my stomach. Finally I felt his nuts on my ass. He was in all the way and it felt incredible. Slowly he pulled out before sliding carefully back in. 

Gradually the pace quickened as we continued our love making. His length was hitting my prostate with every stroke. Then he really got things going by nearly completely removing himself and plunging back in balls deep. I expected pain but experienced nothing but euphoria. It was sensational.

"Talk dirty to me, daddy", he demanded. 

I was dumbfounded. That wasn't my strong suit so I just said the first thing that's came to mind.

"Are you fucking daddy's man pussy with your big dick, baby boy?" Was that okay? Where the hell had that even come from? It must have worked as Kyle threw his head back and slammed his cock into me even harder. He was thrusting his entire length in and out of me and I pulled him close to lick the sweat that had formed on his brow. I whispered in his ear "Let me ride you.".

He withdrew from me and lied on the bed. I straddled overtop of him and prepared to impale myself onto his cock. I held his member and lowered my weight onto it. He took hold of my cock and beat me off while I rode him to extacy. He was bucking his hips up to meet my ass as his monster penis plunged in and out of my rectum. I rode him for nearly thirty minutes before finally collapsing on top of him. Our lips locked as I caught my breath. His giant cock slipped from my hole. I climbed off of him and as if we were long time lovers he found his position behind me and mounted me doggy style. My ass was crashing against his thighs as we both worked feverishly to climax. He slapped my ass and gripped my hips slamming himself as deep as humanly possible.

"Are you gonna give your daddy a dirty creampie? Do you want to fill daddy's butthole with your cum? Do ya?"

His grip on my hips tightened and his breathing increased. With one loud groan, my boy buried into me one final time. I could feel him squirting deep into my bowels. He lied on top of me for a few moments before removing his deflating tool from my ass and flipping me over. He took hold of my cock and guided it into his mouth. He bobbed his head up and down frantically and within 30 seconds I was feeding my boy my seed.

He crawled onto bed next to me and we held each other close. Our softening glistening dicks resting spent and exhausted with us. I could feel his load now sneaking out from between my cheeks. He fell asleep in my arms while I laid there realizing that in just over twenty four hours, I'd have to say goodbye to this man. My boy, my lover. 

Part III coming soon.



Cross Country Bus Trip Pt. 03



I awoke to Kyle climbing on top of me. He was still nude and so was I. Immediately upon waking up, I could feel how sore my ass was. My boy had fucked me last night good and I could feel it. He was stroking both of our dicks in unison and really thrusting his body into it.

"No sense in wasting morning wood, right?" 

I couldn't disagree. I layed there enjoying the view as he ground his cock into mine. He slapped them together and he swung them into one another. It looked like a fight between a breadstick and a can of soda. He suddenly stopped the thrusting and several drops of cum oozed out of his prick on onto mine. He lathered my cock with his cum and began a double fist assault on daddy's boner. The noises alone was enough to make a guy blow his load. The slurping and sliding sounds were intoxicating and soon enough, semen dribbled out of me and onto my stomach. Kyle wasted no time tonguing up my goo. What a way to start the morning. 

It struck me that we had a bus to catch and I checked the time. I was relieved to see it was only 6:30am. We still had two hours before our bus left. We got showered. In the shower, I gave Kyle his first experience fucking my thoughts. I loved the feeling of his smooth cock thrusting between my legs. I was growing fond of his dickhead sliding into and under my ball sack when he spilled a load into my ass crack. We cleaned up, packed our things and headed out. We found a Denny's and had a wonderful breakfast.

As we waited for our food, the discussion ranged from amusement parks to cooking to music. Music was one area where our tastes varied. Greatly. But overall, it was more of the same pleasant conversation that we had shared the entire trip. My boy picked up the tab, as I had paid for the room last night. We arrived at the bus station with nearly thirty minutes to spare. 

While we sat in the terminal waiting to load the bus, I noticed that Kyle seemed lost in thought. 

"You okay?"

"Not really. I just realized that this is going to end. The trip is going really fast and tomorrow, I'll have to say goodbye to you. And it hurts. A lot!"

"We'll keep in touch and we can still get together from time to time for a little fun."

"Yeah, I suppose" He faked a smile and acted as though he was over it. I could tell differently. Truth be told, I had thought about it. As silly as it sounds, the idea of saying goodbye to him killed me. I know it sounds crazy, but I really had fallen in love with him in less than 48 hours.

"Hey! Let's make the best of it. We still have a whole day and night together. Who knows what kinda trouble we can get into." I said with a smile.

He smiled back and genuinely seemed to be feeling better about the situation. Our bus was now loading. As we boarded and waited for departure, I realized how exhausted I was and how spent my nuts were. I had had more sex in the last forty eight hours than I had in the last month. My ass was sore and my balls were completely drained, yet I wanted nothing more than to be with Kyle. I wanted to do so much with him and to him for that matter. 

As we traveled further and further from Denver, the conversation was mostly theme park related as we brainstormed a bucket list of parks to visit and rides to ride. 

"We should plan on it", Kyle proclaimed.

"Yeah, I'd be okay with that. Once we both get settled and we're making money, we'll do it. We'll take a week and head to Ohio and Indiana. Holiday World, Cedar Point, Kings Island. We'd have a blast."

"I'm sure we'd both have more than just a single blast" he joked.

He was right once again. The parks would be fun but I knew my favorite ride of the trip would be him.

In Wheatland, WY, the bus stopped long enough for us to eat lunch. We chose Subway to go and returned to the bus. Both of us were still pretty full from breakfast, so Subway was convenient to have to snack on. The bus carried less than fifteen people and we realized the surprisingly high level of privacy given in the very last row of the bus. Because of the bathroom, we had three seats to ourselves. We were quite comfortable with our makeshift traveling couch. He spoke of his time working aboard the cruise ship. What a unique yet monotonous schedule and regimen that seemed. 

"Tell me about your brother's restaurant.", Kyle inquired.

"It's called Suntina's. That was my mother's name. When my brother opened it, he did just pastas mostly. Then he added pizzas. Then calzones, flatbreads and some other things. But the pizzas are the bread and butter of the business. Brent wants to expand and needs somebody he can trust there to run things while he grows the business. So the timing couldn't have been better."

The conversation died as we both drifted off to sleep. I awoke to my boy's mouth around my erect manhood. He laid on his stomach across the seats as he bobbed his head up and down my shaft. I placed my hand on his head and thrust my hips upward to bury myself as far down his throat as possible. In what seemed like a minute, I was giving baby boy what he wanted and he wasted no time eating daddy's seed. 

We had a layover in Billings, MT from 7:45pm-1:45am. As soon as we arrived, Kyle insisted in finding a room to rent. If he was going to get tonight's room, then I'd buy the cab to get to there and dinner. The only hotel available was a cheap fleabag motel. The upside was they rented by the hour so our 1:00am departure time wasn't a big deal. 

We checked in and neither of us undressed. We both climbed on to the bed and into each others arms. Maybe it was exhaustion from the trip. Maybe it was the fact that my boy and I would be saying goodbye in twelve short hours. Maybe it was the fact that in the last sixty hours, we had both ejaculated eight times. We turned the TV on and sat there in silence watching some prime time crime show. 

After a few minutes, he raised his head to mine and we kissed briefly. I could tell he was going to say something.

"I have to tell you something and I don't want you to think I'm crazy."

"Never would I think that" I was scared of what was going to come out of his mouth next.

"Bruce, I'm in love with you. I know that's crazy considering we only just met two days ago. But I'm honestly in love with you. I'm in love with your sense of humor. I'm in love with the fact that we make eachother laugh. I love that we share the same interests. Not to mention that you've made me cum harder in two days than my boyfriend of three years did. My heart is breaking right now because I know this is ending and I don't want it to." I could see tears forming as his lip quivered. "But I know it has to." He cried hard and I held him close, wiping his tears with my shirt.

"When Brian and I broke up four days ago, I was devastated I expected to basically cry this entire trip because without him, my life was nothing. With you, I feel like it could be more than it ever would have been with him. A part of me wants to run so far away from you because I know it's going to hurt, but another part of me, a bigger part of me wants to be as close to you as possible for as long as possible."

I was stunned. Kyle had stated his feelings for me and his feelings for this situation. I was honored he felt he could be honest with me. More than that, I felt the exact same way he did. I began to speak. "Kyle, I feel nearly the exact same way. The biggest difference is it sounds like you have accepted the fact that our time is ending soon and I'm still in denial. I have the same feelings for you too, my boy. Should we never see eachother again, know I'll never forget you or the way I feel about you."

We kissed. Our tongues met passionately and we held each other closely. I lied back in bed and his body came with me. He was on top of me and I could feel his tears on my cheek. He kissed my neck as I sat up allowing him to take my shirt off. I took his off as well and he motioned for me to lay back. His lips traveled farther south, stopping to visit both of my nipples. My boy swirled his tongue over daddy's nipples and sucked them slowly. He continued down my body and clipped his thumbs into the waist band of my sweat pants. I raised my ass of the bed so he could remove my pants and boxers. His mouth landed near my belly bottom and his tongue circled it as his hand grabbed my penis. My hardening organ was his mouth's next destination. He ran his tongue inside my foreskin and cupped my balls with his other hand. Soon, my foreskin was retracted as he sucked my mushroom head into his mouth. Each time he'd release my helmet from his suction, a loud "POP" would sound. It felt wonderful. He was wonderful. This was wonderful.

He stopped long enough to shed his own bottoms. Now, me and my boy were both nude. He positioned his crotch over my face and I began to feast on Kyle's long skinny rod. Soon his mouth had moved to my scrotum. I began kissing his nearly fully erect member and taking just his head into my mouth. My lover took one of my nuts into his mouth, then the other. Finally, he welcomed both into his mouth as he worked a hand up and down my short thick member. As he did, his dick laid rock hard across my neck as I returned the favor and sucked his tightening sack into my mouth. 

Kyle's lips had now traveled to my anus. He licked both cheeks and his tongue danced across and into my anus. My boy was tongue fucking me and I loved it. Suddenly, he jumped out of bed and grabbed his bottle of lube from the bathroom. He squirted some onto my glistening dick and positioned himself away from me. He slowly lowered himself onto my wide cock. With my fat cock head nearly fully in, I noticed my boy had developed a tremble. I rubbed his back as he let more of his weight settle on top of me.  

"You're so thick, daddy. I've never had anybody near as thick. Ouch. It hurts."

Knowing I was making Kyle hurt gave me mixed emotions. I felt bad but at the same time it was an incredible turn on. My hands were on his hips as nearly all of me was now buried into his tight asshole. He leaned forward and his behind raised a little allowing him to release an inch or so. He quickly readjusted and sank back on to me. 

My view was spectacular. His ass was magnificent and it was only made better by my cock buried deep inside of him. Slowly but surely, he accepted my girth. He moved cautiously up and down my dick at first. I grabbed at his beautiful bubble butt as he worked my cock in and out of him. I could feel his scrotum bumping against mine and could tell he was stroking his member to the rhythm of our love making. He fell back onto me and I tenderly kissed his neck. As he slid his body up and down against me, I relieved him of his duties and took over stroking his dick for him. My other hand ran fingertips over his mid body.

Kyle fell off of me and he laid flat on his stomach. I pushed his legs together and straddled him. I slapped his ass with my beefy member before spreading his cheeks wide. As I lowered my meaty tool into his anal caverns, he gasped and laid his head on the bed. I clutched his ass while I drove my unit as deep as I could into him. He forced me off and rolled over. I had only exited him seconds before I was reentering his man pussy from this new position. I thrust into him with vigor and he wrapped his legs around my back to assist my efforts. He licked my chin and sucked at my tongue while I hammered him like the little cum slut he was. Soon I felt my balls tighten. 

Without a word spoken, I pulled out and lied next to him. In just a few seconds, his mouth was feasting on my rod and I was taking his scrotum into my mouth. Kyle had sucked daddy's entire cock into his mouth and I feed him the load of seed he had worked so hard to rid me of. As my juice spewed down into his waiting mouth and down his throat, I took his glorious length into my mouth and sucked him to completion. In no time, I was tasting his semen as it cascaded onto my tongue and teeth and slid down my throat. 

We readjust and kissed, allowing us to taste one another. Instantly a wave a goosebumps came over me as we swapped semen and spit. My boy crawled next to me and we laid in silence for nearly twenty minutes before he got up to shower. 

When he was done, I took a shower myself. I came out of the bathroom to find my boy already in bed. I decided to join him and prepared to have my last sleep next to him. I slid my nude body into bed so as not to wake him. I was unaware that he was awake as he rolled over and slid under the covers.

Truth be told, I was ready for sleep and wasn't sure I could handle more sex tonight. He sucked my thick appendage back to life before coming back up and backing his on onto me. We fell asleep with my cock buried firmly inside of him. 

I had set my alarm for 1:00am. It woke us both up. My flaccid dick was still inside of his dried and tightened hole. I used caution as I pulled out slowly. We packed our things up and I called a cab that would take us to the bus station. At 1:45am, we left Billings and were Missoula bound at last. In just six hours, Kyle would be home and I'd be devastated. We fell asleep as the bus traveled Westbound on I-90.

I awoke nearly three hours later as the bus exited the interstate. We were in Butte. We had a twenty minute stop here. I snuck out of my seat and made my way across the street to the McDonalds. I ordered an assortment of sandwiches, a couple parfaits and some hash brown patties. I also picked up a coffee and a juice for both of us. Walking back towards the bus, I wrestled with the fact that Kyle and I had only known each other for less than seventy two hours. I was nearly sick thinking about him and I having to say goodbye in a few short hours.

I climbed on board and made my way to the back row of the nearly empty bus where my boy and I had camped out. He was awake and greeted me with a half hearted smile. I sat down next to him and could make out the vivid out line of his monstrous morning wood in the early day light. 

"Hi, mister." I said with a smile as I grabbed his wood through his sweat pants. I looked at him to see him staring back with loving eyes. We met with a kiss as I unzipped his pants and released his hardening cock from the confines of clothing. I couldn't get enough of him. Now more than a my other time on our trip, I wanted to make him feel good. Leave him with a smile so to speak. 

His manhood sprung out like a baby's arm. I leaned over and kissed him as I began sliding my hand up and down his shaft. He moaned as our lips remained locked. I was stroking him feverishly and lowered my head down and took his helmet into my mouth. My tongue swirled around the head as my fist tightened it's rocketing grip on his shaft. I felt him raise out of the seat ever so slightly and knew my boy was close. I reached into the McDonald's bag and retrieved a sausage biscuit sandwich. I masturbated him with one hand and clumsily unwrapped the sandwich with the other. I felt him tense up and knew he was on the brink of eruption. I opened the sandwich and pointed his rod directly into it. My boy was pretty drained from our trip but he mustered a healthy dose of his special sauce out and onto the still warm sausage patty. 

I closed the sandwich and took a bite. The married taste of his sweet semen and the oily sausage were like heaven. I groaned as I offered him a bite. Our eyes locked, and he took a bite my little special snack. He smiled as he enjoyed the treat. Then he reached for my crotch. He uncovered my cock and began returning the favor. A few minutes of pleasure passed, when he retracted my foreskin revealing a drop of precum on the tip. He reached for a hash brown patty and swooped up my fluid as though it was a dipping sauce. He took a bite and smiled. He then reached down and licked up the few salt grains. Between the sandpaper texture of the hashbrown and his youthful tongue against my cock head, it wouldn't be long before I too was spewing my load. He grabbed a parfait and continued his five fingered pumping along my short thick rod. In seconds, I was dribbling daddy's cum into the yogurt mixture. With a spoon, he mixed my juices and gobbled down the entire portion, my jizz and all.

We finished breakfast and I curled into him as he leaned against the bus window. In just over an hour, he'd be back in his hometown.

"You have to be excited to be back home." I figured.

"Yes and no. It's pretty boring here and my ex is here. Plus, I just want to be with you."

I wanted to comfort him but I didn't know what to say. It wasn't logical for us to change our plans to be together. We had only known each other for three days. People would think we were crazy. In what seemed like minutes the bus exited into Missoula. 

Suddenly Kyle pulled my face to his and we kissed deeply. Knowing this was our last kiss made the events of the entire trip rush over me. The first time I saw his cock, Frotting in the camper, the laughing about riding roller coasters, the showers, the cooking methods we exchanged, the companionship. We kissed for nearly a minute when he pulled away. We were entering the bus stop parking lot. 

"My mother is picking me up and I can't have her see us kissing."

I understood what he meant. It would have been kind of weird. Especially considering she didn't know he had broken up with his boyfriend, yet. 

"Missoula, Montana" the bus driver announced. I slid out of my seat to allow him to exit. Kyle reluctantly got up and gathered his things. We hugged and I kissed him on the cheek. As he made his way down the aisle of the bus, he turned around to look at me at least four times. He retrieved his luggage from underneath the bus and made his way towards his mother's SUV. She greeted him with a hug as he kissed her cheek. If she only knew where that mouth had been. I waited for the SUV to pull away before stepping out to have a cigarette.

I still had three hours before I was in Spokane. I spent most of it in tears. The bus felt so empty without him next to me. I was in love with this man and I wanted to spend the rest of my life with him. There were so many places and things I wanted to see. I wanted to see and do them all with him. Already I felt so alone with out him next to me. How could I be so upset over somebody who I didn't know existed three days ago? What was wrong with me? I didn't know why or how I could feel the way I did. All I knew is that this trip had been awesome. Just me and my boy.



Cross Country



Andrew flopped forward as his cock began to shrink and began to kiss my lips.

"You are a great fuck." he complemented.

"Mmmmm." was my tired response.

"Seriously," said David "If you want to try something like this again, just come and find us."

"Don't worry," I said "I'm going to come looking very soon."

The cocks that had pleasured my arse soon shrank and audibly popped as they left me, leaving me with a warm coating of cum and a very hot arse. We quickly got dressed and took a short cut back to the school, heading directly for the changing rooms. As I ran I could feel their cum swilling about inside my arse and feel drops of it passing my clenched hole and wetting my briefs, I had to furiously fight against my cocks urge to swell again, knowing that there would be a full class of students to face at the end of this journey and not wanting to know that I was now a cum junkie. Somehow I managed and when we arrived at the changing rooms no one took any notice of the late arrivals. I spent the rest of the day with a warm wet feeling in my arse and a sense of wonder at what had happened.