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....Ryan couldn't believe what he had done, but at the same time he continued to milk the cock in his mouth for all it was worth until Jim's cock finally went soft in his mouth. "Ryan, dude that was so hot man. I mean fuck, no girl has ever made me feel that good before." Ryan just smiled and sat next to Jim and simply replied, "Your turn."
Bus Ride Games Part 2
Bret and Steve...
Bret and Steve both sat in silence as they finished watching one of their best friends, Ryan, pleasure their other best friend, Jim. Both had raging hardons demanding to be released from their shorts. Neither one wanted to be the first one to go down, but at the same time they needed to unload. Without saying a word, Steve grabbed Bret's cock and began to massage it through the blue mesh shorts.
"Oh yeah, Steve. That feels great, but your warm mouth would feel even better."
That was all the invitation Steve needed, and with that Steve got down on his knees ready to give Bret some gratification. He continued to grope Bret's manhood through his shorts, feeling the fat member for the second time. Steve's fingers found the waistband of both Bret's shorts and underwear, and began fishing out the fat hard cock. Once released, Bret's throbbing cock smacked against his flat stomach. Steve was left staring at the chubby monster. He knew from the earlier dare that Bret had a fat cock, but he was not expecting something like this. It wasn't very long, about four and half inches, but fuck did that thing have girth. Steve now understood where the term "beer-can" came from. Not sure if he would be able to devour it, Steve started by licking the purple one-eyed monster. With the thick cock in his hand, Steve continued to stroke and lick it for all it was worth. Pre-cum began to glisten on the strawberry looking head. Steve eagerly wanted Bret's meat deep inside his throat, as did Bret, but a commotion coming from the seat next to them quickly brought them back to reality.
"What the fuck Jim, a deal is a fucking deal. I don't care if you need to take a couple more swallows from the bottle of JD, but YOU ARE going to help me get OFF."
Both Steve and Bret told Jim and Ryan to keep it down. They didn't want to draw any attention to themselves, especially since Steve had Bret's cock out and was licking it. Once they heard Jim shushing Ryan, they went back into their own little world. Bret's cock started to lose its hardness from all the turmoil, until he felt the hot tongue of Steve make contact with his head. Just like Paris Hilton on a night out on the town, Steve was bound and determined to get back to business, letting his hands roam all over Bret's tight body, and then with a quick twist of Bret's right nipple, finally took the "beer-can" into his mouth. The warmth of his mouth was again too much for Bret. His cock responded quickly and was at full mast within seconds, and soon he began to moan.
"Fuck me...that feels so awesome. Yeah keep working my fat cock. That's it...take it in your hot mouth."
These words seemed to fuel something inside of Steve, who began to pick up steam. Alternating between just using his mouth and using his hands, Steve was sending Bret into ecstasy. Buckets of pre-cum flowed out of the "beer-can," with every backward motion, and then disappeared into Steve waiting and willing mouth on the returned motion. Not wanting to get locked jaw, Steve began exploring the golf balls that were hanging between a nice pair of semi-hairy legs. Unlike the unmanaged pubic hair that surrounded Bret's cock, his balls were neatly and completely smooth, and Steve couldn't get enough of them. Placing them one by one in his mouth, Steve began to hum a tune. The tune sent shockwaves through Bret's entire body. Wanting to discover new territories, just as every great explorer before his time did, Steve discovered a dominion he never dreamt of exploring. It seemed that Bret's smooth taint was leading Steve's tongue to the hidden and undiscovered treasure, "THE PINK HOLE." As Steve's tongue darted towards its target, moans of surprise left Bret's mouth.
"Oh fuck that's grrrrreat...wait...wait, were you going with that thing. Oh fuck...oh fuck...!"
Steve didn't waver; he simply raised Bret's legs up higher so he could maneuver better for his buried treasure. As if he were digging for gold, Steve's tongue made quick work of the surface, until finally it made its way into Bret's warm orifice. Continuing with his onslaught, Steve knew it was only a matter of time before the "beer-can" could no longer keep its essence bottled up inside and would have to release its tasty liquor. So Steve left his new discovered realm and headed back to the one-eye monster. And just as he thought, once his mouth made contact with the monster, he was rewarded with a new treasure.
"Oh god...here it comes Steve...here it comes...oh yeah...oh GOD!"
Steve seemed to be enamored with the hot, gooey, white liquor. He couldn't get enough. Shot after shot after shot filled Steve's mouth. Unable to swallow all of it, some of Bret's juices doled out upon Steve's lips and ran down his chin; others found its way to the floor of the bus. Covered in sweat and breathing hard, Bret could only manage a smile and a lick of the lips. Steve suddenly felt self-conscious. Maybe it was the cum dripping from his face, or the extremely hard cock in his shorts, but what ever it was, he quickly got off his knees and sat next to Bret, who was still trying to caught his breath. Then Bret did something so unexpected it almost knocked Steve back on the floor. Bret leaned in and licked his cum off Steve's chin.
"Thanks buddy...that was so fucking amazing. I so needed that!"
Steve sat there frozen unable to move or talk; all he could muster was a little giggle.
Ryan and Jim.
After hearing the words "your turn" Jim felt his stomach churn and his heart began to race. He couldn't believe that Ryan really thought he was serious about "do what ever it takes to get off." Jim was an excellent friend and never went back on his word, but this, suck Ryan's cock. Jim began to ponder the situation. "Seriously, seriously, I am no fag. I may have placed another dude's cock in my hand, but I am not about to place it inside my mouth. What the fuck have I got myself into?" Ryan sensed the hesitation; however, he was not about to let Jim renege on a deal.
"What the fuck Jim, a deal is a fucking deal. I don't care if you need to take a couple more swallows from the bottle of JD, but YOU ARE going to help me get OFF."
Ryan didn't realize how loud he was until he heard Bret and Steve telling him to keep it down because they didn't need to draw any attention to themselves. When Ryan looked over at Bret and Steve, he started to become angrier. There was Steve on his knees with Bret's cock in his hand. Jim could tell by Ryan's face that he was about to detonate.
"Shush, dude. Calm the fuck down."
"I'll calm the fuck down when you're in between my legs sucking me off."
Knowing it was the ONLY way to shut Ryan up, Jim took another big gulp of JD and made his descent to the floor. Taking a deep breath, Jim began to stroke Ryan's legs and let his trembling hands explore his buddy. As the hands explored, Ryan took this opportunity to abandon his shirt. Soon Jim's hands were roaming all through the insides of Ryan's shorts, who as of now seemed pleased as he sat there; bare chested, eyes closed and hands behind his head. Jim quickly removed the shorts leaving Ryan in his red and white striped boxer briefs, and waiting for a hot mouth. Not knowing or really willing to go any further, Jim sat there staring at Ryan in his briefs. Wondering why all the exploration of his body had stopped, Ryan opened his eyes to see what the problem was. The look on Jim's face said it all, and for a slight second Ryan felt bad. But he soon recalled all the wonderful sensations he had brought forth to Jim and he himself wanted those feelings. Knowing he would have to help Jim along, he simply placed a hand behind Jim's head and lightly escorted him to his crotch. Dumbfounded as he was, Jim knew he had to continue, for it seemed there was no turning back, but he also knew he needed guidance. Ryan pulled back his briefs to reveal his boyhood.
"Jim...just start by licking it. That's it...good, now open your mouth a little and place the head in. Oh yeah...good. Now pretend it's a sucker and go to town. There you go."
Still with Ryan's hand behind his head, Jim continued to labor over the nice cock and it began to respond to his efforts. Soon Ryan's boyhood began to mature within the realm of Jim's mouth. Not only was the cock getting longer, but it was expanding as well, and when it reached its full enlargement of seven and half inches, Jim freaked out.
"Ryan, I don't think I can continue dude. I'll fucking stroke you, lick your nipples, whatever man, but I just don't think I can continue."
Ryan didn't seem to buy it and he just smiled and pushed Jim's face back onto his hard tool.
"Dude, the quicker you stop complaining and just get me off, the quicker you'll be off your knees."
Just like a Lindsay Lohan movie, all of Jim's efforts bombed, and he finally knew he couldn't stop the evitable; he had to suck off one of his best friends. So he wrapped his hands around the mighty member and began to stroke it. Moments later he started to swirl his tongue around the head while pre-cum made its way into his mouth. Once he tasted the boy juice and didn't find it disgusting he started to develop mind-blowing cock sucking skills. It seemed watching that Pamela and Tommy Lee video a hundred times finally paid dividends, and when he took all of Ryan's cock down to his pubes, Ryan couldn't have been happier.
"Oh fuck...Oh fuck, dude!"
When he came up for air, both Ryan's cock and Jim's mouth were covered in saliva. Jim quickly and eagerly went back to work on the delicious stick. It seemed as if Jim couldn't wait for that magnificent mouth watering reward he was about to receive. But just as Ryan was about to unload, the lights on the school bus appeared, indicating they were only minutes away from school. The terror that struck all four boys' faces was nothing short of a horror movie. They scrambled to get off the floor; made mad dashes to find underwear, shirts, and shorts because they all knew that coach would be making his normal rounds throughout the bus to wake up those who were not already awake. Ryan had just finished hiking up his shorts while Jim was making his way back onto the seat when coach appeared. "Gentlemen, everything okay? You both look flustered."
"Nope...we're good coach," said Ryan.
"Yeah, every things good coach," replied Jim.
Coach just shook his head and then turned to Bret and Steve, who both had their bags on their laps and smiled.
"Hey, coach," muttered Steve.
"Hey, Steve"
Once coach was making his way back up the bus, Steve and Bret threw their bags back into the seat in front of them exposing their naked bottoms. Both Ryan and Jim couldn't help but laugh.
"What the fuck guys!?"
"We couldn't find our shorts!"
After a couple of minutes searching for their shorts, both Bret and Steve were now dressed and relaxed. It seemed that Jim got his wish after all. Even though he started to suck off Ryan, Ryan was unable to climax, and as for Bret he only had to stroke Steve a couple of times before the lights came on. Finally, at a little passed midnight on Wednesday morning the school bus carrying the Mountain Park High School boy's soccer team came to a screeching halt in front the gym. Just as he always did, coach gave a quick speech before dismissing the team.
"Gentlemen, I would first like to tell you how proud I am of each and every one of you. Amazing job out there today! Steve, again you were excellent in goal, you made some mind- blowing stops..." The bus went crazy with chants of "Steve! Steve! Steve!"
Smacking Steve on the ass and speaking in a whisper so no one else could hear, Bret retorted with, "That's not all you did that was mind-blowing, my friend." Steve's face instantly turned red.
"...and Jim, scoring the game winning goal in overtime. Outstanding!" Again the bus went nuts.
"That's not all I scored," whispered Jim to Ryan. Ryan made no movement or reaction to Jim's comments; he just stood there as if he didn't even hear it.
"Guys a couple of things before I let you head home. Our job is not done, we still have the state finals next weekend, and since we got back so late, you will all be excused from the first two periods tomorrow. Get a goodnights sleep and I'll see you on the practice field at 3:30."
And with congrats and ass slapping behind them, the soccer team started making their way off the bus and to their parked cars. Just like every time after a home or away game, the four boys hopped into Ryan's jeep. However, this ride home was unlike any they ever experienced; it was full of awkward silence. It seemed as though Ryan couldn't get any of them home quick enough. First to be dropped off were Steve and Bret, who lived across the street from one another.
"Laters guys," both Steve and Bret replied.
"Laters guys!" said Jim
"Yeah, laters. See ya tomorrow in French class," muttered Ryan.
Bret and Steve piled out of the jeep with their bags and watched as Ryan and Jim drove off. Staring at each and not sure what do or say, Bret finally spoke up.
"Dude, I'm beat, I know I owe you and all, but do you think maybe we could do it another time?"
"Owe me? Oh yeah...um sure that's fine...some other time."
"Night, Steve."
"Night, Bret."
Bret picked up his bag and strolled across the street, and headed for home. Steve just stood there watching one of his best friends, and all he could think about was Bret licking his own cum of Steve's chin. Unbeknownst to Steve, Bret was thinking the exact same thing. Once he reached the front door, Bret turned and saw that Steve was still standing there, watching him as if he was in a daze. Not knowing what to do, Bret simply waved and walked indoors, leaving Steve standing there for a moment until he came to and went inside.
Driving along and making their way to Jim's house the silence continued until Jim couldn't take it any more.
"Dudes, what the fuck! Are you not going to talk to me or what? Things happen when you drink, dare each other, and get excited, its normal, no big deal, right?"
"Yeah, sure...no big deal...because at least you got off!"
"Come on Ry, it's not my fault."
"I know, but its just FUCK...LOOK! My fucking cock is still rock hard! I need to get off."
"Fine, whip it out and I'll finish you off while you drive, but you better not fucking crash."
"Seriously, fuck yeah. Here, grab the wheel a sec."
Just like he did the night he lost his virginity, Ryan removed his shorts in a flash. Jim couldn't help but laugh at the scene of Ryan driving with his shorts down to his ankles and his hard pole standing at attention. Jim leaned over and took it inside his mouth. Soon he was picking up where he left off on the bus. This time Ryan didn't have to worry about not making any noise.
"FUCK yeah...suck that cock...DAMN!...you sure know what you're doing...oh god yes...take that dick.
Lifting his mouth from the throbbing member, Jim began to alternate kissing Ryan's 6-pack stomach and his hairy nut sac. Soon Ryan was pulling up next to Jim's house, and turning off the lights and engine so he could finally concentrate and blow his load that has been building up for three hours, Ryan grabbed Jim by the back of the head and forced his cock to go deeper. Moans and groans left both boys' mouth, as Jim was balls deep. With Pamela Lee like skills, Jim continued to work Ryan's cock over and over; at times just licking the entire member from head to sac, other times he would take it deep until his nose was nestling in Ryan's pubes. Soon Ryan's balls began to tighten and his cock swelled even bigger letting his cock sucking best friend know he was about to cum.
"Jim...if you don't want to swallow, you better ease up because I'm about to blow...oh fuck...oh god damn... yeah...yeah...here it comes...here it comes..."
Jim didn't take his mouth off, he just continued sucking, and when the first squirt hit the back of Jim's throat like a shot begin fired out of a gun, Jim wished he hadn't decided to allow Ryan to cum in his mouth. The first shot was only the beginning; soon it felt as if a firing squad was going off in his mouth. Round after round coated the entire sphere of Jim's mouth and Ryan's cock only seemed to get bigger and bigger with each shot. The heavy firing finally receded, and Jim knew he could release the gun from his mouth. And just as Ryan had done to Jim earlier, Jim continued to milk the cock in his hand, taking every last drop into his mouth and even though the first couple of shots made its way down Jim throat he was not about to swallow the rest. After prying himself off Ryan's crotch, Jim opened the jeep door and spit out the rest of Ryan's boy juice on the ground.
"Fuck Ry, it was like the Nile overflowing into my mouth!"
(Laughing) "Sorry Jim, that's what happens to me when I horned up and hard for three hours. Thanks for helping me out though. You sure do know how to suck a cock."
"Don't mention it...no seriously, lets not utter another words as to what we did tonight. EVER AGAIN, okay?"
"Okay"
"Laters pro, see ya tomorrow!"
"Laters"
And with that Ryan headed for home completely satisfied and with not a care in the world. But unaware of the things that go bump in the night...Ryan and his buddies would soon found out that when the morning comes, new challenges arise.
To be continued...