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BUS STATION HIJINKS
Introduction
Harley ran the bus station in the small, midwestern college town where he lived. He hired the ticket agents and other station personnel, and he contracted for and oversaw the coffee shop operations. He was proud of his station and he liked to think it was one of the best stations around.
He'd been the station manager for eight years and ran a very tight ship, as such places go. He didn't allow vagrants to sleep in the station, and he kept a look-out for anyone loitering on the premises.
Bus transportation business wasn't really heavy except around the holidays and at the beginning and end of the school year when the station was packed from morning to night with students from the college trying to get home or back.
Other times there were few travelers and it sometimes seemed that the only reason some people came to the bus station at all was to cruise the rest rooms or have a decent cup of coffee, the latter something Harley himself insisted on.
Four years ago he had the bus station remodeled at company expense. He modernized the washrooms, replacing all the old plumbing fixtures with modern ones. He built large, private stalls almost triple the size of the regular stalls, which were designated for handicapped travelers. He replaced the old stall dividers with new ones, and installed a divider which reached within an inch or two of the floor. He also added his favorite place, which was a crawl space constructed above the slotted grid ceiling of the rest rooms.
Harley was a raging voyeur. From his new crawl space he could check out all the action in both the men's and ladies' rooms below. The crawl space was accessible only from his office on the second floor and he made sure that no one else ever had access to it. When, early on after the remodeling, some guy tried crudely to cut a peep hole between two of the stalls in the men's room, Harley short-cut the process. He drilled a perfectly round hole about four inches in diameter at just the right height for a glory hole. He wanted to keep his place neat.
On the other side of Harley's office was a small driver's lounge and a couple of sleeping rooms for the long-haul drivers to catch some shut-eye. Not surprisingly, Harley had rigged up a double view mirror in each of these too. Nothing went on at Harley's bus station that he didn't know about.
Harley himself was a rather undistinguished figure and one most people just didn't notice. He was in his mid-thirties and would probably be described by anyone as rather ordinary.
Despite having watched many people having sex Harley was remarkably naive about such action himself. He'd never had a sexual relationship with anyone, male or female. He didn't have any close friends and his family lived many miles away and he saw them infrequently.
The only person he was close to at all was the young fellow who ran the coffee shop. The son of Japanese immigrants, Sumi, as every body called him, was an extremely hard worker who ran his coffee shop with the same efficiency that Harley brought to the rest of the station's operations. Sumi was only twenty- six, short and very slimly built, with a wild mop of black hair and intense dark eyes which made others hesitate to approach him.
Harley and Sumi had breakfast together every morning, talking over various business matters which affected them jointly. They stayed clear of personal subjects for the most part and had no contacts away from the station.
Meanwhile, what Harley saw with the peepholes and two-way mirrors he'd provided could fill a book. He knew most of the regulars, but he never tired of watching. In time, he knew pretty clearly what the regulars liked to do though there were some surprises which kept it interesting for him. Of course, he had his own favorite reminisces.
Horny Hank
One of his favorites was Hank, a bus driver from a couple of hundred miles away who came through every Tuesday and Thursday. Probably about forty-five, Hank was nice looking in an average sort of way. He wore his uniform so it fit like tailor-made, accentuating his still well-built frame. On the surface, he just looked like an average guy, but Harley knew better than that. Hank had a fat, eight-inch dick and loved to play.
On Tuesday, Hank sneaked into the ladies' room with a youngish, local woman and for the full half hour of his layover he and Shirley fucked like crazy in the large end stall. What Harley amazed at was just how well Hank could time the action. Almost by the clock, he banged Shirley for a solid twenty minutes, the two of them moaning quietly throughout. Then, just as his layover time was ending, he'd pick up the pace and in less than two minutes both of them would be getting off.
Shirley groaned louder as he fucked faster and faster until it finally was too much and she giggled and laughed as her climax washed over her. Hank usually pulled out just before he came and Harley had watched his fat organ shooting long strings of sticky cum all over the place many times. Harley got angry the first couple of times he saw Hank do it, but Shirley always brought along a couple of rags in her bag and cleaned the place up spotlessly after Hank left to board his bus, so Harley's anger was assuaged and he admitted he liked seeing Hank shoot his wad.
Hank had more interests than just Shirley however. Every Thursday, he'd cruise the men's room blatantly and generally found plenty of action there too. He even had a couple of regular guys who showed up at the station every couple of weeks just about the same time Hank pulled his bus into the station.
Harley finally learned their names, and he couldn't help comparing them. Chris was probably a college student, a fresh-faced blond, rather short and cute. Ed was a little older, a dark, hairy guy with a tall, slim body and a beautiful smile. What further distinguished them to Harley, the voyeur, was that each had a cock which bested Hank's. The blonde's rod was long and thin, reaching to probably nine and a half inches or so, while the dark-haired guy's cock was a fraction shorter but almost half again as thick.
Their action varied from time to time, which got Harley even more excited than watching Hank's fixed routine with Shirley. Hank was always in the middle of the action as the three guys took over the oversized handicapped stall at the end of the row and really went at it in the almost total privacy Harley had provided.
Harley well remembered the first time they met in the bus station rest room. Hank had just finished sucking off a big, handsome repairman who was fixing something in the coffee shop and had innocently stopped in the rest room to take a piss. Hank enticed him into the stall with the glory hole, ducked in the other one and was soon sucking the guy's cock like a calf going after his first meal. It didn't take long, and afterward, Hank thanked the guy for his hot load of cum.
Hank was sitting back playing with his own stiff rod when the blond walked in. He stood at the urinal and was just finishing his own relief when Ed walked in and took the place next to him. Harley had watched in fascination as they began checking each other out, then stifled a smile as Hank, frustrated at being in the stall when there was action outside, strained his neck trying to see what was going on.
There was almost a serious mix-up when Ed heard Hank and started to head for the door, but in just a couple of minutes Hank was on his knees sucking Ed's long, thick cock while Ed was stroking Chris' cock purposefully.
A couple of minutes later, Hank had coaxed them into the large stall. While Hank was deep-throating the blonde's long thin cock, swallowing it down to his balls, Ed began roughly pawing Hank's ass. Hank did nothing to discourage him, and Ed was soon on his knees rimming Hank's asshole.
After several minutes on this action, Hank stopped sucking to whisper to Ed.
"Go ahead, stud, put that big cock in me."
Ed grunted, continuing to rim Hank's hole while he stroked his cock to its full length and hardness. Quickly then, he stood, covered his cock with a thick coating of his own saliva and carefully maneuvered his long organ into Hank's willing ass.
"Oh God," Hank cried as Ed buried the full length of his cock into him, "what a big, fuckin' cock."
Ed said nothing, and Harley watched in disbelief as the horny stud furiously plunged his fat organ in and out of Hank's ass with tremendous force and speed. Harley didn't know how Hank could stand it, but Hank showed no signs of wanting to move away from the invading weapon. In fact, he appeared to be moving his ass back trying to take every inch of Ed's cock with each stroke.
Harley also marveled at Hank's technique in sucking Chris' cock. He easily took those nine inches of hot meat down his throat, his hands holding Chris' ass cheeks to steady himself. The scene went on for many minutes in relative silence, as Chris and Ed kissed briefly and started massaging each other's quickly revealed nipples.
Chris came first, holding Hank's head with both hands and literally fucking his long cock down Hank's throat rapidly.
"Take it, cocksucker," Chris cried wildly, "swallow it all!"
Hank made a choking sound as he did just that, but he continued to suck just as deeply until Chris finally relaxed and started to pull his cock from Hank's mouth.
"Sonofabitch," Hank said excitedly, his voice made staccato by the wild fucking Ed was giving him, "what a big fuckin' load, man."
Ed started to fuck even faster and Hank urged him on.
"Oh yeah, fuck that ass, man," he whispered intensely, "pound it harder... deeper...oh shit, that's so fuckin' good, man!" He started beating his own cock furiously, but Chris stopped him.
"Don't," Chris said, quickly kneeling in front of Hank, "Let me suck it."
Hank released his now very stiff cock and Chris quickly gulped it into his mouth, moaning slightly as Hank plunged the full length down his throat.
"Oh God, yeah," Hank cried, "suck that cock," then spoke again over his shoulder.
"Fuck that ass...oh yeah, just like that! God damn, that's good. You guys are really wild."
The action quickly built to a crescendo. When Ed drove his cock to the hilt into Hank's ass and cried out, Harley could see Hank's body literally shaking. Hank groaned very loudly when Ed's cock erupted deep in his bowels and pumped his ass full of hot, burning jizz.
"Oh yeah," Hank moaned "Shoot your nuts up my ass, man. That really gets me hot." He tried to pump his cock faster in and out of Chris' mouth. Ed kept his cock up Hank's ass as Chris kept sucking Hank's cock until he cried out again.
"Here it comes...oh yeah...take it all...that's great suckin', man!"
When Hank's climax finally ended, Ed carefully pulled his cock from Hank's ass and washed it off in the sink Harley had thoughtfully provided inside the stall. He stuffed his softening cock back into his pants while Hank pulled up his pants and fastened his belt.
"I'm gonna keep that hot load of yours up there till I get home to remind me of a really great fuck," he said to Ed. "That was the best action I've had in a long time." Ed just smiled.
"And I loved suckin' your hot cock, too," Hank said, turning to Chris.
"Me too," Chris said. "You guys are really hot stuff." Ed nodded again but still said nothing.
"We ought to get together again. I'm here every Thursday at just this time and I'm always in the mood," Hank said, as the three of them walked out of the rest room together. Harley missed the rest of what was said, but he definitely hoped they'd all be back for more action.
There were many more times after that. The action changed somewhat from time to time, but it was always hot. Harley loved watching every bit of it, and could hardly wait for Thursdays to come around.
Sometimes, the blond fucked Ed while Hank moved back and forth from sucking Ed to eating out Chris' ass. Still other times, they got into a wild daisy chain, switching back and forth from sucking one to the other's cock, until each shot his load into an available mouth. In any case, it was an intense half hour before Hank had to hit the road again.
There was never much conversation. They just got on with it. Ed moaned and groaned pretty loudly except when he had a cock down his throat. Hank got pretty loud when he had Ed's fat sausage banging up his butthole, though with Chris' cock ramming down his throat he couldn't say much. Chris hardly ever spoke except to cry out pretty loudly just before he came.
On the days the two young guys didn't show up, Hank checked out whatever other action was available, and Harley was impressed at his versatility. If one of the stalls with the glory hole was occupied, Hank entered quickly and was soon either sucking cock or getting his own rod serviced. If instead there was someone interesting at the urinals, Hank took up position there and if at all possible would soon be coaxing the willing guy into the big stall or into one of those with the glory hole.
Harley tried to sort out what Hank's preference really was. It seemed to him that if Hank met a guy with a big cock, he always tried to get the guy to plug his butt. On the other hand, he was so versatile that Harley finally decided that he was game for whatever action any particular guy wanted.
That was fine with Harley too. Regardless of the action, he stayed quietly in his hiding place, watching everything while he silently stroked his rather stubby cock.
Boys will be Boys
Harley was making a routine check of the bus station when he saw two young guys walk into the rest room. He guessed they were probably high school age, maybe sixteen or seventeen, but something about them caught his attention so he hurried to his crawl space to check them out.
The taller boy had fiery red hair and freckles and was tall and quite thin. His friend was shorter but more strongly built, with medium brown hair. Both were dressed in knit shirts and the washed-out looking jeans which were so popular.
"I gotta show you this," the tall redhead said as he led the way into the rest room, "I noticed it when I came here with my brother to pick up a bus schedule the other day."
He led them straight to one of the stalls which shared the glory hole, held open the door and pointed.
"Look at that," he said with a satisfied smile. "You know what that means, don't you?"
"No, what?" countered the other boy, his face a blank.
"That means guys suck each other off in here," the redhead answered. "See, it's just the right height."
"You really think so?" asked the brunette rather naively. "Why would they do it here?"
"They just meet here, I think," answered the redhead, "maybe they can't go to each other's house or something."
"Gee," said the brunette, shaking his head, "you'd think they'd be afraid of getting caught."
"Nobody can see in here," said the redhead. "Here, I'll prove it to you."
He left the shorter guy in the stall and quickly walked into the one next to it. He reached his hand through the glory hole and groped his buddy's crotch then bent down and looked through the hole.
"Pull out your dick, Joey, and put it through the hole."
Joey looked around, locked the door to the stall and stood, tentatively fingering the zipper on his jeans.
"I don't know," said the younger boy, "this kinda scares me."
"Come on," the other boy encouraged, "nobody can see us and it'll be fun."
Joey carefully undid the button and unzipped his pants. He pulled down the front of his under shorts and exposed a good-sized pair of balls and a cock which was rapidly growing to a very hard seven inches.
Harley was surprised at how well the kid was endowed.
"Damn," said the redhead from next door, "it looks even bigger this way. Put it through the hole, Joey, and I'll suck it for you."
Joey was still tentative but moved toward the hole and the redhead reached his hand through and pulled the growing cockmeat toward him.
"You've sure got a beautiful cock, Joey," the redhead said encouragingly, then quickly flicked his tongue over and around the head of the stiffening cock.
"It sure feels good when you suck it, Terry," Joey whispered.
"Yeah, sure, Joey," Terry whispered back, "you know I love sucking your cock."
Terry gulped most of the kid's well-formed cock into his mouth, and Joey moaned in response. Terry was clearly an experienced cocksucker, and he took little time in taking almost all of Joey's cock into his mouth, sucking steadily. From the other side, Joey purred his satisfaction as Terry continued servicing his cock for several minutes. Suddenly he stopped and stood up.
"Now you try mine," Terry said. He quickly undid his pants and was moving his cock toward the hole even before Joey had backed away completely.
"Does mine look bigger this way too?" Terry asked as he positioned his very stiff meat at the opening. Harley chuckled silently at the innocence of the idea, meanwhile reaching to grope his own stiffening dick.
The shiny pink cock sticking out of his redheaded crotch was slightly shorter than Joey's, but more than ample.
"Yeah," Joey said in a whisper, "I think it does make it look bigger."
"That's neat," Terry answered, "I'd like mine to be a lot bigger, if I could."
"It's plenty big enough," Joey answered "I think you've got a great cock."
"Suck it for me, Joey," Terry whispered, "I wanna see what it feels like to get sucked this way."
Joey complied, quickly sucking the very hard cock into his mouth and starting to move up and down the shaft.
"Oh wow," said Terry excitedly, "that's exciting. I think that feels better than ever. Suck it, Joey."
Joey complied with the request for several minutes, while Terry said over and over again how good it felt to him. Kneeling, Joey finally released his buddy's cock from his mouth and whispered to him through the hole.
"I think I like doing it '69' better," he said, "you know what I mean."
"Sure I do," Terry answered, "but let's finish sucking each other here. I wanna see what it feels like to come like this. Come on, Joey, let's do it here, then we'll go over to your house and do it again there."
"Okay," Joey acquiesced, "you know I like suckin' your cock, but this place kinda makes me nervous."
"I understand, but it really seems safe to me," Terry answered, feeling Joey resume his sucking action. "Boy, you really suck it great, Joey."
It didn't take long before young Terry was gasping for air and whispering loudly to his friend.
"Suck it, Joey, I'm gonna pop. Oh gee, that feels so good!"
Joey sucked steadily feeling the very hard, young cock in his mouth swell up and start shooting. He kept sucking until Terry whispered for him to stop, then quickly swallowed the copious young load.
"Now give me yours, Joey," Terry said, quickly kneeling, "I think it's fun sucking yours this way." He pulled Joey's cock and balls as far through the hole as he could and, holding tightly to the other's full ball sac, started sucking hard and fast on Joey's substantial cock.
That's when the door opened and three just-arrived bus passengers hurried in to use the facilities. Joey quickly pulled his cock and balls back through the hole, stuffed them away as he hoisted his pants, and bolted from the rest room in a panic. Terry waited in the stall, not sure whether to leave or stay. He was surprised when someone walked into the open door of the stall and closed it behind him.
Terry sat back on the seat, hiding his exposed genitals with his hands until he realized that the man was standing facing the back of the stall, pissing. Quickly understanding the situation, Terry leaned forward and stared through the gaping hole.
What he saw was one of the fattest cocks he'd ever seen. It was soft but even so, it was very thick and almost as long as Terry's was when he was completely hard.
Terry glanced up through the hole tentatively and saw a nicely dressed middle- aged man who seemed to be reading the writing on the wall. Terry watched the man's cock as he finished pissing, aware of the fact that the other men had finished and were leaving the rest room. The man shook several last drops from the head of his cock, but didn't move to place it back into his pants. Instead, the guy started stroking the thick organ deliberately, and Terry was very surprised.
Terry's eyes widened as he saw the man's cock getting hard. The harder it got, the longer it got, until it reached to almost eight inches. It was incredibly thick. Terry's cock had gotten hard again as he watched the man's growing dick.
"You want it?" a deep male voice asked from the other side of the divider. Terry jumped, his voice gone.
"I know you're looking at it," the voice went on. "You wanna suck it for me?" The guy turned toward the glory hole, giving Terry an even better look at the stiff tool.
"How about it?" the guy asked again, "it's really hot to get sucked."
"Maybe," Terry said in a voice that sounded hollow to him.
In a flash, the man pushed his cock and balls through the hole. The man's cock was no more than an inch or so from Terry's lips but he hesitated, unsure what to do.
"Suck it," the voice said and it sounded like an order. Without thinking, Terry opened his mouth, leaned forward toward the stiff organ and began to suck.
"Yeah," said the voice, "suck it good, man."
Terry almost jumped at the last word. That's when he realized that the guy didn't know or even suspect that he was just a kid. It made him feel very grown up to be sucking this man's cock, and that in turn heightened his excitement and how well he performed.
Taking a little more of the stiff cock into his mouth with each stroke, Terry's mouth stretched to accommodate the unusually thick cock, and he sucked more forcefully to make it feel better to the guy. The guy groaned when Terry managed to take most of his cock and whispered hoarsely to him.
"That's it, suck it like that some more. Take as much as you can." The deep tone of the man's voice triggered an obedient chord in Terry and he sucked hard, trying to take all of the man's huge cock with every stroke.
The man groaned loudly again and Terry sucked harder and faster. He felt the man's cock get even bigger, but he was unprepared when the guy's cock spasmed and shot the first blast of hot cum violently against the back of his throat.
"Take it, cocksucker," the deep voice intoned, "here comes a big, hot load for you."
Terry had always loved eating his young buddy's cum, but he almost choked as the man's erupting cock flooded his mouth with a massive volley of hot, salty cum. It was stronger tasting than any Terry had tasted before, and that excited him all the more. Terry swallowed quickly as the guy's cock continued to spurt, and he took every drop that the guy had to offer.
"Lick it dry, buddy," the guy said as the flow ebbed, "eat it all for me."
The boy willingly sucked and licked the guy's cock to collect every drop he could find, and only then did he finally let the huge cock slip from between his lips.
"Thanks buddy," the guy said, quickly stuffing his cock away, "that was good head."
Terry knew the expression but had never heard it said aloud, and he sat still, almost trembling in a combination of fear and excitement. He waited in the stall even after the man departed and then was startled when his friend Joey reappeared. Joey bent down and looked at him through the glory hole.
"What are you doing?" Joey asked, "I waited and waited for you to come out."
"I was waiting for you to come back," Terry lied weakly, but Joey didn't question him.
"Come on," Joey said, "let's go over to my place. This place scares me."
Terry was trembling slightly from the excitement of his experience as they walked from the rest room together. Harley had moved from the crawl space when Joey returned, and he smiled at them as he watched them from his office doorway.
"I don't think I'll ever come back here," he heard Joey remark to his friend, whose face showed he was deep in thought.
Maybe not, Harley thought, but I'll bet Terry will be back. He'd seen the excited look on his face as he serviced the older man, and guessed that he'd want to try that again.
Harley was right, of course. Terry became a regular visitor. Harley watched him suck any number of guy's cocks in the coming months as well as getting his own cock sucked many times.
(to be continued)