More boy stories by AWH

Title: Busrides with Donnie
Author: AuthorWithHardon
Summary: Young boy makes a new friend on his daily busrides
Keywords: Mb slow cons rom gay pedophilia ped pedo preteen yng MM BL boylove boy
First published: 02 November 2014


Authors notes

This story is very slow, and contains very little sexual content.
I expect next part will be juicier, if I manage to finish it.

But sweet little Donnie really needed a friend, so I wrote this story for him.
Feedback will be highly appreciated.
Suggestions about plots, continuations, improvement of any kind or just plain 'I hate/love it' comments are all very welcome.
I hope someone out there will enjoy it.


Intro - Bus considerations (You can skip to chapter 1, if you're not interested my boring rants about why on earth I was talking the bus)

My new job was across town.
It was a great job, with really good salary and lot of interesting work to do. But the distance sucked.
The traffic was horrible and it took me more than an hour, to drive through town and the same to get back home again. Not that the distance was that long, but the traffic drove me insane.
I checked the bus routes, and it turned out, that a bus was actually going from near where I live, to right outside my new work place.
The bus also had to drive through the whole town, but the city had special bus lanes in some places, in an attempt to make people use the public transportation and lessen the pressure on the overburdened roads.
It seemed to work, because I decided to give it a try.

I hated it at first. All those grunpy people pushing and shoving, getting on and off the bus, which stopped every few meters it seemed.
But when the ride was over, I checked my watch and discovered that those the extra stops didn't matter that much, because in my car I would also stop and sit and wait for the traffic anyway. And the stretches in the bus lane more than made up for the bus stops, so the ride a little less than one hour.
I weighed the pros and cons. I had to walk a little bit extra. That was bad. And good. Walking is healthy.
The total time were just about the same, though the bus was probably a few minutes faster.
And then there was the economy. The bus ride was much cheaper, if I bought month pass.
And the environment. I have to admit, that this wasn't the most important factor, but still. Another thing in favor of the bus ride.
The major issue for taking the bus, was all the other people on the bus. They annoyed me.

But I decided to give it a try. I bought a moth pass, and after that I'd evaluate how I felt about it.

After a week, I was inclined to give up on the bus rides. I just didn't like it.
But then we started having morning meetings at my new job, and I was to meet in at 8, which was much earlier than I used to.
That changed everything.


Chapter 1

First day taking the bus early, it was nearly empty when I entered.
At the next stop I noticed a very cute boy entering. That was strange. Most schools didn't start until 8 or 8.30.
He disappeared further down the isle.
After some 20 minutes, more kids started entering the bus, as we were getting closer to school start.
This was much more fun, than being on the bus later, where I didn't recall seeing any kids at all.
As you might have figured out, I like kids. Especially boys. I like them a lot.
I spend a lot of time together with boys. In my fantasies. Not in real life, I'm sorry to say.

The rest of the bus ride was much more enjoyable, as I sat and watched all those cute school boys getting on and off the bus. The pattern was easy to detect.
First a few kids would get on the bus. Then more and more would join for the next few stops, until nearly all of them left the bus at the same stop. Then the pattern repeated as we got close to the next school on the route.

When we arrived at my stop, I got up and noticed the first boy I'd seen enter the bus.
He had been near the back of the bus, and had taken the same long route as me. It seemed was an unusual long ride for a school boy to get to school. I smiled at him as I left the bus, but I wasn't sure he noticed.

The next day, I got a seat at the back of bus, hoping to see the cute boy again.
1 minute later, he got on the bus, and he took the exact same seat as I had seen him in the day before.
I could enjoy his beauty from behind him, though I could only see his face when he turned his head to the right.
He appeared to be 8 years old, he had dirty blond long wavy hair, big brown eyes and a slim almost scrawny body.
His face was extremely beautiful, with very delicate features. In some ways he looked almost like a girl. But at the same time, you were never in doubt, that he was in fact very much a boy.
His clothes were simple. Just a pair of blue shorts and a white t-shirt, with some logo or something on the front, but I couldn't see it from my seat.

The rest of the ride was like the day before. People and kids getting on and off the bus all the time. Only me and the cute boy seemed to stay on for a longer distance.
I enjoyed looking at all the kids, but most of all I enjoyed the special boy.
When we reached my stop and walked past him, he looked my way. I smiled at him again, and this time he smiled back. What a wonderful sweet smile.
I felt all happy.
I know I'm a weirdo, but that's just how it works for me. A smile from a pretty boy, can make me happy. A hug can make my entire day.

The next day, I deliberately took the seat next to where the boy had been sitting the last 2 days.
When he walked towards me, I could see the surprise on his face.
Then the hesitation.
This was it, I thought. There was so many vacant seats this early on the ride, so it'd be strange for him, to sit right next to me.
But that was what I hoped and wanted, so I knew had to do something.
"Hi again" I said and smiled.
"Hi" he said and sent me an insecure smile in return.
It was obvious that he didn't quite know what to make of the situation.
I quickly padded the seat next to me, while I continued to speak:
"I saw you yesterday. You're taking a really long ride to get school aren't you? Why don't you go to nearby school, like all the other kids to do?"
I hoped for a long explanation from him, which would make it natural for him to sit next to me, while he explained.

It worked.
"Oh, it's cause we used to live in another place and i don't wanna change school and my mom say it's a good school too so I just take the bus all the way there" he explained while he placed his cute little butt in the seat next to me.
That didn't really make much sense. As far as I knew, the only school near my job was in a quite bad neighborhood.
"Ah, I see" I said, and didn't mention my doubts. "Isn't it boring for you to ride the bus such a long distance?"
"Yes sometimes" he answered. "But sometimes if I have homework, I can do it on the bus"
"Smart" I said and tried to look impressed.

"I'm Thor, by the way" I said and gave him my hand and the biggest smile I could muster.
"Thor? Like the god?" he asked and took my hand, staring at me with his wonderful big brown eyes, in that cute little face of his.
"Yes, like the god" I laughed, and tried not to kiss or hug him.
His hand felt very soft and warm in mine.
I held on to it, and shook it.

"Well, you're supposed to tell me your name too" I said and smiled. "I thought that since we both have this long boring ride, we might at well get to know each other and sometimes talk a little bit on the way there. If you want"
"I'm Donnie" he said and looked cute. Well, he always did.
Time flew.
I don't know how we managed to talk for an entire hour, without running out of things to say or having any awkward silences, but it just seemed so natural to talk with Donnie, and I wanted to know everything about him and his life.
Donnie also turned out to be a curious little fellow, so he also had a lot of questions about me a my life.
When I explained why I took the bus, he was just impressed by the fact that I owned a car. His family didn't have a lot of money.

Over the next days, we got to know each other really well, as we talked non-stop for nearly an hour every day.
Don lived alone with his mother, no pets and not much money.
He liked soccer, but didn't own one a football and rarely played it, though he would like to.
He was a sweet considerate boy, who wanted to please everybody and to be listened to once in a while.
He loved his mother, and I got the impression that she loved him too and generally was a good mother, though she often worked a lot and had to leave Donnie alone.
I also told him about my life, and though it sounded pretty boring, he seemed interested to hear about anything I could tell.

But then one day, the inevitable happened. We ran out of words. No meaningful things to say. We'd said it all, it seemed.
I turned my head at looked at him, hoping he would ask or till me something. He also turned his head and looked at me, apparently assuming I was going to say something.
Awkward.
I smiled at him. He smiled back to me. We knew we both wanted to talk and that we liked each other, but neither of us could think of anything meaningful to say. I refused to talk about the weather.
I thought I heard him take a deep breath, and again I turned my head and listened with high expectations.
But it was a false alarm. He didn't say anything.

In stead of just turning my head again, I did something else.
Maybe it was stupid, maybe it would seem weird to him.
But as we looked at each again and both realized that neither had anything to say, I put my hand on top of his hand on his thigh. Then I squeezed it.
We both looked down at out hands. I moved my hand, with his hand in it, down into the space between our seats, so other passengers couldn't see that we were holding hands.
Then we both looked up at each other.
I held my breath and gently squeezed his hand again, waiting anxiously for a responce. I received a timid squeeze in return, along with a warm smile from pretty sweet Donnie.
And then we sat in silence, secretly holding hands on the bus. Occasionally we were squeezing each others hands, and I sometimes played with slim soft fingers, rolling them around between mine.
It was very sweet and made me quite happy. And it seemed to have the same effect on Donnie.

I don't know if it was because we were holding hands, but Donnie began telling me about his life in school, about who his class mates were, and how his life was in general.
Including details that boys rarely would tell people about, such as who in his school were bullying him, and what they were teasing him about.
It actually made me quite upset, to hear that some of the older boys sometimes threatened him or even beat him up.
I shouldn't be surprised, I guess. Donnie was a sweet and sensitive boy. Boys like that often have to endure rough things in school.
But it made me angry nevertheless.

We talked about the nice boys and girls in his school too, and I tried to end the conversation on a bit more positive note, when were approaching my stop.
Then we were there, and I bent down to my sweet Donnie's ear.
"I love our bus rides, and I'm going to miss you. See you tomorrow"
And then I hugged him.

I could feel his surprise, but I also felt his arms around my neck.
And then I had to hurry out, before I missed my stop.


Chapter 2

After that day, our rides always began with a hug, then followed a lot of talking and holding hands, until we parted with another hug.
That pattern repeated for some days, until something changed again.

I decided to take a seat in the very back of the bus.
When Donnie entered, he looked surprised that I wasn't at our regular seats.
Before he had a chance to get worried if I didn't want to talk with him, I enthusiastically waved him over to me, which prompted a big smile.
On his way to my seat, I noticed he wore shorts.
Some kind of short nylon shorts, I hadn't seen him in before.
He looked very sexy, and they showed off his lovely little thin legs.
I couldn't help staring, until he reached me.
"Back here, no one behind us can listen in or see us holding hands" I whispered when I got my hug.
He nodded and looked very sly when he winked at me.
He was such a lovely boy.
Then he sat down next to me, and I stared at his smooth legs again for a few seconds, until I had to force my eyes away.

"I like your shorts. Are they new?" I asked
"Yes"
"They look really cool"
"You think so? They were also expensive" he said and moved his legs around and twisted his butt in the seat, trying to show them to me from all angles.
"They have pockets here" he said and pulled out the pockets in the side "and here" he continued while he lifted his cute behind and showed me pocked on his butt cheek.
Knowing a lot about his mother and their situation I doubted they had been expensive. They didn't look very expensive either, but I sure wasn't going to disappoint him. I was happy about the shorts, and so was he. That was the important thing.

He sat with his right hand in his crotch, and looked out the window, trying to remember how much his mother had said she had paid for the shorts. I think he was making it up, trying to impress me, because I had said that I liked them and they were cool.

I took his hand as I often did, when we held hands, but this time, I didn't pull our hands down between our bodies, to hide that we were holding hands.
I just left our hands in his crotch, squeezed his warm soft hand, and played with his fingers as I often did.
However this time, I also happened to rub the inside of his right thigh, when I rolled his fingers in mine, and my pinky was just an inch away, from where I assumed his penis would be.
I was a little bit worried, if I was too being bold or creepy, but those short shorts and the slim soft milky thighs drove me crazy. And Donnie didn't seems to mind. In fact, he squeezed my hand just like he usually did.

I leaned over and whispered in his ear again
"Do you also like it better back here, or do you want to sit at our usual seats tomorrow?" I asked and rubbed his silky smooth thigh with my thumb, while I gave his hand another squeeze.
"It's better here" he said to my delight.

Encouraged my thumb rubbed his inner thigh again. Just an inch or so, while playing with his lovely fingers.
But an inch was a little bit too far. I could feel the edge of Donnie's underwear, when my thumb rubbed upwards, and when I looked down, I discovered that I had pushed up the nylon fabric, so could just make our the edge of his undies.
I looked up at Dons face. He was looking at my face, which no doubt, had guilt painted all it.
He obviously had felt my touch and caught me looking.

I got scared and froze. I hoped I hadn't gone too far.
"Sorry Don. I didn't mean to touch your undies" I whispered in his ear, and held my breath.
He turned his head and smiled to me.
He didn't say anything, but that smile was enough.
I smiled back, with great relief.
"I saw your underwear too" I whispered. "Well, just the edge, so I couldn't really see what kind you are wearing anyway."

"I think it's spiderman my spiderman undies today" Donnie replied, pulled his hand out from under mine, and pulled up his shorts, to reveal the cutest little boy blue spiderman undies.
The briefs seems to be a little bit too big for him, because there was a little gap between his soft skin and the cotton, which made it incredibly sexy to behold.
"Wow, I love spiderman" I said and ate it all with my eyes.
He looked proud, and pulled up further for me to admire them.

In my mind, he was flirting with me.
I knew he was just an innocent boy, who liked me very much and wanted to be friends and impress me.
Still, I couldn't resist, when it looked so much like an invitation.
My hand was still in his crotch, so I stretched out my index finger, and rubbed the inside of his thigh again. This time no pretense of playing with his fingers.
I felt the smooth warm and no doubt very sensitive skin, up and down 3 times. From an inch below his spiderman undies, up to the edge of them, just touching them again. And again.

I had probably had an erection for a long time, but I didn't realize it until now.
I had a strong urge to adjust my straining cock in my pants. Or just grab it a masturbate.
I had to stop this now, I thought.
Just one last rub.
I caressed his thigh again and once again stopped when I touched his briefs.
My finger was rested right at the gap leading up to wonderland.
"Does it tickled much?" I whispered in his ear.
He was looking down on my finger, almost touching his privates.
"No" he said.
I knew I shouldn't.
I rubbed further upwards, and whispered "how about now?" as my finger disappeared half an inch up under the hem of his spiderman undies.
Donnie whispered "A little bit"

Just then I noticed other passengers approaching the back of the bus.
I quickly grabbed his hand, pulled his shorts down in place and hid our hands between our legs as we used to do. At least until the new arrivals got seated.
Then I sent my Donnie a sly smile, which he rewarded with a very cute sly smile of his own. I was outshined by miles.

The rest of the rides, we just held hands and talked about the usual stuff. But my mind was haunted by the sensations and images of a very sexual nature.

When we were approaching my stop, I asked Donnie once more
"Donnie, you want to go back to out usual seats tomorrow, or sit back here again?"
"I like these seats too, but you decide" he replied.
I whispered "Are you going to wear your cool shorts again?
"Yes, and my spiderman undies too" he giggled.
I hugged him and whispered "Great Donnie. I almost can't wait." while I giggled a little bit.
I was actually quite relieved that he had said that about sitting in the back, and wearing his spiderman undies, because I had really been worried, that I had gone too far.

At work the hours seemed endlessly long. The evening at home did too. I watched some GoT, but I just couldn't keep my attention on the screen, so I gave up and went to bed early, thinking and dreaming about my sweet cute beautiful little Donnie, while I masturbated.
I imagined how it would feel, to lick his little dick. Take it in my mouth and suck it. I had never sucked a dick before, but in my mind, it was wonderful.
And Donnie loved it. He made cute little moans as I sucked him, and he told me how much he loved me.
Then he wanted to suck my big hard cock. But as soon as he took it inside his little wet mouth, I ejaculated.


Chapter 3

The next day, I was anxiously waiting on the back seat.
I couldn't wait to see Donnie again, but I was also a bit scared. I really hoped he hadn't told anyone about what I had done.
As soon as I saw him, I knew everything was good.
He was wearing his short nylon shorts again, and a big smile.
As usually this early on the ride, we were alone in the back of the bus.
He gave me a big hug, and said "I have my new shorts on again".
I certainly had already noticed that, but I didn't mention that.
"Great, Donnie" I said and hugged him tighter. "I still love those shorts"

When he was seated next to me, he looked up at me.
Maybe it was because of the anticipation. I don't really know the reason, but I just couldn't help it.
I leaned into him and whispered in his ear
"What about your undies? Is it Spiderman again?" while I put my hand between his legs and lifted the nylon shorts up to reveal his blue cotton spiderman undies.
"Yes" Donnie giggled
"Oh, I like them too" I whispered, and ran my index finger along the edge of the still too big briefs.
Donnie little boys legs spread a little bit wider for me.
When my finger reached the opening, which seemed even bigger than yesterday, I let my finger slip inside and caressed the incredibly smooth skin between his thigh and scrotum.

Once again I got worried about what I was doing.
I decided I had to talk with Donnie about it, so I took my hand out from his underwear, and held his hand in mine.
"Donnie, you know I like you very much, don't you?"
"Yes, I know"
"Well, the thing is, I like you a lot. I like touching you, and I love talking with you every day."
"Ok" he said a looked happy but confused. And maybe a little bit worried.
"When I say I like to touch you, I mean many things. I love to hug you and hold your hand, kiss you, or anything else as long as you like it"
"Kiss me?" Donnie asked surprised.
"Well, it was just an example. If you would like it, then yes, I would give you a 1000 kisses. But my point is, that I don't know what you like. And maybe you don't even know what you like yet either. So you have to promise me one very important thing, ok?"
"A 1000 kisses?" Donnie asked.
"Yes, Donnie. If you want, I'd give you 1000 kisses. Or 10.000. On your cheek or your mouth or your eye or raspberry kisses on your tummy." I laughed.
Donnie looked bewildered.
"But please listen to me, Donnie. It is very important to me that you understand this, and you promise me one thing" I insisted
"What is it?" he asked, trying to focus, though those kisses clearly had shaken him
"I like you very much. I like to talk with you, and I like to touch you in many ways. I don't know how you like to be touched. Some people like strawberry ice cream, others like vanilla. Some people likes to be touched on their leg, some people hates to be hugged. Some people like to hold hands, some people hate it. I don't know what you like, and until you have tried it, maybe you don't know it either. Do you understand that, Donnie?"
"Yes, I think so" he said, trying to grasp where I was heading.
"Ok, I want you to like me and I want to make you happy. So it is very important, that if I touch you in a way, that you don't like, you have to tell me, ok?"
"Ok" he said, still not fully understanding it.
"Promise me, Donnie" I repeated.
"I promise."
"Great Donnie. Thank you." and then I leaned over and kissed his cheek.

We sat in silence after that. Still holding hands.
Donnie's mind seemed to have exploded, after my speech. Or maybe it was after my kiss.
Finally he said something
"Why'd you kiss me?" he asked
"I'm sorry, Donnie" I said. "Because I like you so much, and you kept asking about those kisses I used as example. So I thought maybe you didn't believe me"
"I do now" he said and touched his cheek where I had kissed him.
I didn't like the long periods of silence.
I really wanted to resume touching his cute wonderful body, but I felt that this wasn't the right time for that.
I had to give him time to digest it all.

"My mother never kiss me" Donnie said
"Oh" I said.
I was trying to find something to say. I wanted to say something clever, that would comfort him and make everything good.
But it wasn't good, and I couldn't anything at all to say.
"I don't think she loves me" Donnie continued.
My heart broke.
I really wanted to find those magic words now.
I just squeezed his hand, while my mind was running in circles.
It seemed so unfair.
I guess that's why he got so hung up when I was talking about kissing him.

Finally my mind worked again, and I tried to smooth things out a little bit.
"You know Donnie, maybe she does love you in her own way. Like we talked about before, some people don't like to hug and some love it. Maybe you mother just don't like to hug and kiss at all. Or maybe she doesn't like to hug and kiss kids. Everybody is different."
Donnie looked thoughtful
"Maybe you are right" he said, but not sounding convinced.
"And sometimes we grown ups are really stupid, and we forget to pay attention to the kids or other people we love, because it seems more important to work and make money, and pay the rent and all those things" I continued, still attempting to give him a little bit of hope.
"Yes, she is like that all the time".
He looked sad. I felt sad too.
I really wanted to hug him.

We sat in silence for a while. I squeezed his hand once in a while, as usual.
Finally I couldn't take it any longer, and whispered in his ear.
"Donnie, would you do me a big favor?"
"Yes" he said without hesitation
"Could you... Like stand up in front of me, and give me a really hard long hug, please? I really need one"
"You do?" he asked with a surprised voice.
I just nodded
Donnie eagerly got up, put his little arms around my neck and hugged the life out of me. Almost.
I hugged him back, as hard as he hugged me.
Nobody was looking at us, but at that moment I think I wouldn't have cared.
But I probably wouldn't have kissed him again after the hug, if anyone had been looking at us.

When he was back in his seat, I took his hand again.
The hug seemed to have lightened the mood.
"Donnie, remember your promise. It includes kisses, ok?" I said
"Yes yes, I promise" he giggled.
"So does that mean, that you like it when I kiss and touch you anywhere?" I asked and winked my naughtiest wink.
He smiled, but before he could reply, I continued
"ANYwhere" and gave him an exaggerated wink.
He laughed at me.
I let go of his hand, any put my hand in his crotch, right on top of where I assumed his dick would be, and at the same time, wriggled my finger up under his shorts and into his underwear, through the usual gap.

It was meant halfway as a joke. At least that would be my excuse.
But Donnie didn't say anything.
He just sat there.
Then he spread his little legs for me again, giving me better access under his shorts and underwear.
I rolled my palm slowly from side to side, stimulating his little penis though the nylon shorts and the cotton spiderman briefs.
He leaned his body into mine, and rested his head on the side of my chest, while I felt his dick starting to grow.
I slowly and gently cupped his balls, and massaged his hard dick through his pants.
I ached to see it.
But more passengers were starting to pour in for every stop.
I quickly gave it a couple of quick tugs and then I put my arm around his shoulders, and let go of his genitals.

We didn't talk much more that day, but rode in silence most of the way, with my arm around Donnie, and him glued tight to my body.
It felt very intimate, but I knew a part of it was because the poor little lovely boy was sad.
I wanted to save him.
I wanted to love him.
I wanted to save him with my love.
And I wanted him. Badly.

About 5 minute before my stop, Donnie spoke again
"When do you go home?
"What do you mean?"
"When you do take the bus home?"
"Oh, it's quite late. Did you want to ride the bus with my back home again in the afternoon?"
"Yes"
"I wish we could. I would love that. But I work until 4 or 5pm, long after your school finish" I said

"I'll wait for you" he said after a a few seconds.
It wasn't a question.
"No Donnie. It would make me feel bad to know, that you sat at the bus stop and waited for me for hours"
"I don't mind"
"I bet your mother would mind, if you got home that late"
"No, she's never home until late anyway"
"Oh, is she working that late?" I asked

Donnie didn't answer.
Instead he stated again "I'll wait for you"
"Donnie, how about this. I will find a day soon, where I can leave early, and I will tell you in the morning, so we can ride home together. But don't wait for me today, ok? Please don't"
"Ok, if you promise" he said
"I promise" I said, and hoped I could keep that promise. But I was pretty sure, as we had a lot of flexibility, as long as there wasn't planned any meetings.

Now my stop was close, and I demanded another mega-hug before it was too late.
Donnie was happy to oblige, and eager to make me happy.
I think he really liked the idea, that he was making me happy.
And it really was true too.

First thing I did at my job was to check me calendar. No afternoon meetings tomorrow. I informed my co-workers and team leader, and booked the afternoon as busy in my calendar. That was it.


Chapter 4

Alone in the back as usual, I spotted Donnie walking towards me.
He stopped in front of me, lifted his shirt up, and showed me his cute nylon shorts, and unintentionally his cute flat boy tummy.
I smiled and said "Ah, those cool shorts again. I love them. But what about your undies today?"
Then I reached for his shorts and pulled them down.
Donnie giggled, but remained still holding up his shirt and let me admire his sexy body.
But the undies were white today. Also cotton. With little red cars on them.
I loved those as much as the spiderman undies.

"Where is spiderman? Are you wearing them beneath these?" I asked and reached for them.
"No" he laughed and shook his head vigorously.
But he still just stood there and held up his shirt for me.
I quickly checked the other passengers, but they were few and far away in front of us.
Then I pulled it out the front of his white undies, took a good look at his very sexy genitals.
He had a beautiful 2 inch dick, nestled in there.
Of course completely hairless, and the pubic area above the little soft worm, looked so sexy I got an instant erection, and a strong desire to kiss him there.

Donnie giggled and looked a little bit shy.
"Wow, you have a beautiful penis, Donnie" I whispered and pulled down his underwear.

He looked down at himself, to see what I was talking about.
His lovely boyhood was sticking to his balls, as if was glued on there.
He was still quiet. Probably shy or embarrassed, but also seemed to like all the praise and a attention.
Then he gave a cute little shake with his hips, which caused his pretty little dick tear free from his balls, and flop happily around.
"Wow" I just said and admired him.
He wriggled his hips one more time, then he let go of his shirt and held up his arms to hug me.
I happily accepted his hug, and let my hand drop to his butt, squeezing his ass cheeks as we hugged.

As he began to pull out of the hug, I whispered in ear.
"Kiss me"
I felt his head turn and his lips on my cheek.
"Again" I demanded
When I felt his head turn towards mine, I also turned my head towards him.
He adjusted by leaning more forward to reach my cheek again.
But I compensated by leaning back.
"But you said..." he started.
Then it dawned on him, and he broke into a big smile.
"Ok then" my cute sexy beauty half naked beauty said and kissed my lips.
It was just a quick peck, but it was so sweet.

I think Donnie blushed a little.
Then he reached down to pull up his underwear and his shorts.
I grabbed his hand
"Could you sit next to me, but leave them off for a little while?" I asked. "No one can see us here, and I'll lookout for new passengers"
He seemed a little bit reluctant.
I suppose it was a weird thing to ask, and it must feel weird to sit on a bus with your pants down.
Then he walked with tiny 1-inch steps to his seat next to me, with his pants around his knees, hopped onto the seat, lifted his shirt up for me and gave me that sly smile of his.
I put my hand on his crotch, like I had done yesterday. Except this time it was directly on his dick.
My palm was on his dick, and my fingers were cupping his balls.
He spread his legs for me, and I slowly began to roll his dick from side to side in my palm.
And then a little bit up and down, as it began to grow.
Donnie let out a sigh and rested his head on my chest, as I took hold of his fully erect dick, and began to jerk it slowly up and down.

How time flies, when you're having fun.
I only got to fondle him for a minute or two, before passengers began approaching.
I pushed him off his seat, and he quickly pulled up his pants.
One passenger took the seat in front of us, but no one took the other seats next to us on the back seat.
But it was still do dangerous to pull down his pants again.

I put my arm around his back. And after a while, up under his shirt and caressed his back. Sometimes I reached all the way around him, and felt the skin on his sexy flat stomach.
I told him, that I could leave early from work today, and if he wanted to, we could ride home together in the afternoon.
He eagerly agreed.
Once again, I reached around him, and put my hand on his little tummy. His skin felt so smooth.
He turned and put his foot up on the seat, sitting with his back to me, making it easier for me to reach his belly.
Then he told me, that school ended at noon for him today, so he would take the bus and wait for me, at my bus stop.
Then he added in a whisper, "and then you can do this" while pulled my hand down into his underwear and spread his legs.
To my surprise his dick was still hard. Or maybe it had become hard again.
I jerked it up and down 3 times, before I pulled my hand up. It was too dangerous now.

Then we talked about casual stuff, like his school and my job until We hugged goodbye.
The butterflies in my stomach, made quiet a turmoil for the rest of the day.
I could hardly get any work done.


Chapter 5

There he was.
As we had talked about, we just greeted each other casually, at the bus stop.
When the bus arrived, we couldn't even get 2 seats next to each other at the back seat, so we stood up and talked, while we waited for people to start leaving.
"So you have a house or an apartment like me and mom?" Donnie asked me.
"It's just a normal apartment" I replied. I knew he thought I was rich, but he didn't look disappointed.
"Where is it?" he asked
"Well, it's the next stop after yours, so it shouldn't be far from you and your mom"
"Do you have a PlayStation?" he asked.
"No, but I do have a computer with some games on it"
"Ok. One of my friend has a PlayStation. I tried it once. It was fun" he stated
"Yes, I'm sure it was. But I'm sure there are also fun games on computers and X boxes"
"Guess so. I don't have a computer. But my mom say I need a new phone. It's really old. Look" he said and got his phone from a pocket in his school bag.
"Yes, it's not the latest model" I agreed. "But at least it can call people. Or can it?" I joked.
"Yes. Can I call you?"
"Yes sure" I said. Then I lowered my voice to a whisper and continued "But you better talk with your mother about it, before you call me. Maybe she's won't like that you call a guy you met on the bus"
I wasn't sure, if he understood why that could be a problem. Some kids understand surprisingly many things, while others are completely oblivious to even the most obvious things.
"It's ok" Donnie replied. "I tried to tell her about you, but she didn't care"
Poor little guy I thought. Then I typed my phone number so he could store it.
He looked delighted, and asked if he could test it.
"Sure" I said.
He fiddled with his phone, and then mine rang.
"Hello, who's there?" I asked
"It's me, Donnie" he said.
"No wait a minute" I told Donnie, not on the phone, but into his ear. "I just got a call from someone. Hang on a minute, ok?"
Donnie looked confused, and didn't know what to believe.

"Are you saying, that you are a supermodel and I won a date with you?" I asked
"Mmm... Uh huh" I listened. Donnie giggled.
"Yes, I get it. I've won a hot sexy date, with a beautiful supermodel, but you see, I'm already in love, so I'll have to decline. Thank you, bye."
Then I hung up.
By coincidence, Donnie lost his connection on his phone at the same time that I hung up.

"Sorry about that, Donnie. They must have called me at the same time that you did."
"Yes sure" he laughed. But there was a little bit of uncertainty in his sweet little voice.
"Well, never mind" I said. "Our seats are free now"

Once seated Donnie asked me
"Are you really in love with someone?"
So much for trying to be funny.
"Ehm..." I said. I wasn't even sure. Was I?
There was still people around us.
I whispered "Maybe. I'm not entirely sure to be honest. I think I am a little bit"
"But... Who is she?" Donnie asked.
I really didn't plan to have a conversation like this with him.
"Sweet Donnie... Who 'She'?" I asked
Donnie looked perplexed.
"The girl you are in love with of course" he said far too loud.
I hesitated before I answered.
"I'm sorry Donnie, I'm not really in love with any girl. It's a bit complicated and I can't talk about this with you. I hope that's ok"
"Yes, sure" he said.
I could see the disappointment in his eyes, that I didn't trust him enough to share such a thing with him.

I took his hand and held it, between our legs where hopefully nobody could see us holding hands.
The bus was a lot less crowded now, but still 2 teenagers lingered near us.
"Can I see where you live?" Donnie asked me
"Yeah sure, I wouldn't mind. But you'll have to get permission from your mom first."
"I can call her and ask right now" Donnie suggested
"Sure, Donnie. But I'm afraid she's not gonna let you"
"She will. She probably won't even hear what I'm asking her about"

"Hi mom"
"Yes, I'm sorry, mom"
"Yes but it's..."
"Please mom, can I go visit a friend I have?"
"I'm sorry I won't call again"
Poor poor Donnie, I thought to myself.

"She said yes" Donnie informed me.
"Oh it sounded like she got mad at you" I said
"Yes, she did. But she didn't care she said"
What the f... I had a feeling things weren't too well with Donnie's mother, but this?
"Tell you what" I said, trying to comfort him, as I noticed the teen boys finally leaving the bus, and leaving us alone at the back of the bus.
Still a few more passengers on, but they were far away.
I put my arm around Donnie's body, hugged him tight, and then continued
"You can come visit me right now, and we can hang out and have fun until it's evening"

Donnie, literally jumped up and shouted "Yes", while he made a fist with his hand.
Then he gave me a big hug.
I was a little worried, that his outburst would attract attention, but no one even turned their heads.
I relaxed and enjoyed his wonderful hug.

He unwrapped his arms from me neck, stood back and looked at me.
"Thank you" he said, looking very serious.

The he got a strange look on his face, like he was thinking very hard.
He turned and looked around in the bus.
Satisfied that we were alone, he turned back to me, pulled his short and
briefs down in one quick yank, folded his hands behind his neck and moved his hips from side to side.
The show was incredibly cute.
But it wasn't as sexy as you would expect.
I think it was because of the seriousness he seemed to put into the show.
It kinda made the whole thing seem a little bit comical. But extremely cute.
"You like to look at my dick, don't you?" he asked, way too loud.
With a slight sense of panic I looked past him, and noted that we were still alone and no one could hear us.
"Yes, very much" I replied, with obvious relief in my voice and face.

He stopped his little dance and hopped onto his seat, still with his pants down.
"I don't mind. You can look as much at it as you want" he said.
Then he leaned against the window and swung his legs up into my lap.
He looked pleased with him self. I was too.
I wasn't entirely sure, why he was acting like this, but maybe he wanted to make me happy, because he I had made him happy by inviting him home with me.

I took the invitation, and put my hand on his calf.
I smiled and slid my hand up to his knees, grabbed his shorts and underwear and pulled them down to his ankles.
He was so beautiful.
And now he was suddenly very sexy as well.

Once more, I let my hand feel his calf, as I slowly felt his smooth skin moving my hand upwards.
When I reached his knees, I pulled them up and spread his knees apart.
He quickly got the idea, and spread his little legs wide.
I was really horny now.
I felt his leg up to his cute little balls, when I noticed two adults entering the bus.
I retracted my hand, and pulled halfheartedly upwards in his shorts.
Donnie understood right away, lifted his butt and pulled his shorts up in place in good time before the new arrivals came close.
They proceeded all the way to the back of the bus, and sat on the seats in front of Donnie and me.
Stupid annoying people!

Donnie sat up and I held his hand.
Then we talked about his day in school.
Some of the bigger boys had bullied him again.
He felt ashamed of it, and told me that when he talked with his mother about it, she said that he was a little wuss, and he should punch them to make them stop.
But he knew they would kick his ass, if he tried that. And as a result he felt guilty about not daring to stand up to them.
I didn't quite know know how to help him, but I told him that I was sure that he was doing the right thing by not punching them, and it for sure wasn't his fault and he had nothing to feel guilty about.
That didn't solve his problem, though.
I really wanted to help him, but didn't know how, except for talking with him and giving him the emotional support his mother didn't.

When we reached Donnie's stop, he tensed and almost got up, before he laughed and sat back in his seat.
"I almost forgot" he said laughing.


Chapter 6

After leaving the bus, Donnie's hand reached for mine, as we started to walk towards my apartment.
Instinctively I pulled my hand away, not wanting to be see in my neighborhood holding hands with a sweet little boy.
Donnie looked at me with surprise. On seconds though, they would see me with a boy anyway, so holding hands would make much difference.
I reached for his hand and held it, while I talk with a low voice.
"Donnie, I don't think people will understand that we are friends and we met on a bus. So if we meet anyway, or anyone asks, I'm your uncle and you're my Nephew, ok?"
He thought about it for a moment, probably not understanding the difference between meeting someone on a bus and being someones uncle.
"Sure, Uncle Thor" he said, and started making cute little hops and skips while we walked.

"You seem in a good mood" I told him.
"Yes, I am"
"Any particular reason?"
"You're my friend now" Donnie proclaimed.
"Weren't we friends before now?" I asked.
"Well, it was just on the bus. Maybe you just talked with me because the bus is boring. Now I can visit you, so I have a real friend" Donnie explained and beamed.
How sweet.
"Yes Donnie, I'm your real friend. And you can visit me any time you want, as long as it's ok with you mom, and I don't have other guests or plans".
"Really? Wow, that's great!"
After a few seconds Donnie added...
"I do have other friends you know. Many friends at school for instance" he said, trying to sound convincing.
But we both knew he didn't. I suppose he felt a bit embarrassed.

I felt sad, that he became so happy, just for having a friend, and so ashamed of his social life.
I promised myself, that I would attempt to be the best possible friend for him, and be there for him. He deserved that.

When we got inside, I gave Donnie a little speech.
"Donnie, take off your shoes, then I want to tell you the rules here, when you are visiting"
He kicked his shoes off, but quickly thought the better of it, grabbed them and put nicely beside each other against the wall, next to my other shoes.
I smiled at him, and took my own shoes off as well. Then I picked him up in my arms, and carried him to the couch, where I dumped him on the soft cushions so he landed softly and still bounced a little bit into the air.
That made him giggles, which I thought was a good way to start my very serious talk about the rules.

"Donnie, you know I like you a lot, right?"
He nodded, but looked a little bit uncertain. I sure hoped he knew that I liked him. He probably just wasn't used to anyone saying things like that to him.
"Ok, while you are my guest here, today and any other day, I want you to feel good and have fun. Will you try to do that, while you're here?"
Now he looked seriously confused.
"Ok, I'll try" he said.
"You can talk with me about anything you want. Ask me anything you want. And this is very important: You are not allowed to do things here, that you don't like and don't want to"
His eyes grew bigger again. That wasn't the sort of rules he had expected.
"Oh, and one more rule. The most important rule of them all. Almost same rule as on the bus: If I ever do something you don't like or don't want me to do, you HAVE to tell me" I paused, giving him a chance to the let the words sink in.
He was smiling. Maybe he was happy, or maybe he thought it was a joke. But I was very serious about that last thing.
"Donnie, I mean it. Especially that last thing. Please promise me. Do you understand what I'm saying?"
He hesitated.
"Yes but why?" he asked as confused as ever.
"Because, I like you very much. And maybe I feel like giving you those 1000 kisses, but if you don't like it, or just don't feel like being kissed, you must promise to tell me. It's very important to me, that you tell me. Ok?"
"Ok, I promise" he said. Apparently satisfied with the explanation, and relieved about my strict rules.

With that settled, I turned on the telly, went to fridge and got a cold beer and a soda for Donnie.
"You want a soda?" I asked loud enough for him to hear me over the cartoon voices and noises.
"Yes thank you" he shouted without looking at me.
It seemed he already felt comfortable here.
A good start.

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