This story is completely written from my imagination and is only slightly based on real characters and my fantasies involving them. Do not continue to read this if it is illegal in your jurisdiction or if you disapprove of sex between two teenage boys.
My eyes open as light from the morning sun finally penetrates through my curtains and finds its way to my slumbering body. I groggily moan as I roll over and check the time on the digital clock by my bed. 6:12, in three more minutes I was going to have to get up anyway because the docile looking clock on my nightstand was set to wake me rudely at 6:15. I unhappily decide that I mind as well get out of bed and turn it off now then to receive the headache I know another wail from its speakers can cause. As I lift the cover and get out of bed I finally remember the dream I had had the night before, only a small piece of the dreamlike puzzle that I almost never remember all the pieces too, the consequences of the dream still evident in my white briefs as I pull them off and go to my drawer to find a fresh pair to put on. "I haven't had a wet dream since I was 12 what the world is wrong with me," I say to no one in particular laughing a little on the inside as I try and remember the feeling that must have ran through my body as I shoot a full load of hot teenage cum in my undies. The image kept running through my head, I can hear him talking, by him I mean Alex, I can see his facial expression as he stares up at me. Cocky, self assured and powerful whatever he was smiling about had brought me over the edge and apparently was enough to provide me with the first wet dream I had had in five years.
"Why Alex?" I think to myself. "I don't even like him, he's rude, disrespectful, and a white thug wannabe, why would he be the one giving me the wet dream?" I keep trying to process all of the available information while subconsciously getting ready for school with little to no thought. I make my way to the bathroom and try to solve the age-old question that teenage boys have been trying to solve for decades. "How in the world can I point my hard as a rock cock at an angle that it will land in the toilet bowl and not spray all over the bathroom as it would do if I didn't pay attention?" I give up on my attempts and instead just kneel down in front of the toilet and try to lean over the toilet bowl. The best way I have found thus far to accomplish the task at hand (no pun intended). It does not take too much thinking for my piss to soon come gushing out at full speed, creating a whirlpool in the toilet bowl because of the awkward angle in which I am directing my pee from. Before too long it all comes to a steady drip and I quickly stroke the last few drops. My cock responds accordingly by getting even harder and sending a few waves of pleasure through my system. If only I had time for a quick morning jerk, I got to be at the bus stop in five minutes. I keep telling myself that I am going to set my alarm earlier so I can have a nice long jack off session before going to school and rid myself of some of the teenage hormones that run rampant through my body and play havoc on the blood vessels that are connected to my dick.
As I make it back to my room my eyes catch a glimpse of the time on my clock, less than three minutes, I really have to move quick. I pull on some socks and shoes run my fingers through my hair as I check myself in my mirror for a split second before running out of my running and grabbing my book bag by the door along the way. Off to school the location of 1000 boys of my dreams and also the setting of 1000 of my worst nightmares.
I make it to the bus stop just seconds before I see the bus coming into view. It comes to a stop and I almost reconsider and decide I would rather be at home when I hear the noise, chaos and confusion emanating for inside. I have to use all of my will power to force myself on the bus and when I do, I realize there aren't any seats except at the very back of the bus. Being a senior, I knew all you need to know about school and all about the things you do and don't do if you value your social life. The back of the bus was the farthest from the bus driver and in a bus of almost a hundred teenagers, he is the only adult. This usually means that all manner of childhood mischief is rampant in the back of the bus, and since I also valued my academic life, I decided long ago that I would stay away from most of that mischief. I have come to conclude that it has saved me from many things that I am glad I never got into but it has also left me wishing I had experienced a little more rebelliousness before I become an adult with "responsibilities" as my parents would say. I search the bus frantically as I walk down the aisle for a seat, any seat, finally resigning my fate to the back of the bus. I sat down quickly with the boy from my dream, Alex, a 6th grader that looked like he was only 9 but acted as if he was 25. He and his friends ruled the back of the bus, usually it was only seniors and high schoolers but unfortunately for me our bus had a very high proportion of middle schoolers and high school girls. I was one of only three High School boys on the bus, and the only senior. Even though Alex had only been riding the bus one year he had quickly found his place at the back of the bus.
"Look the grownup senior doesn't have any friends to sit with on the bus so he has to sit with the cool 6th graders instead." He says with the world's biggest grin. Others in the around him start to break out in laughter and throw things at him.
"Man you don't even look like you passed kindergarten much less 6th grade" came a retort from one of the older looking boys in the seat behind us.
"Hey, I'm big where it counts!" the little boy says with a mighty smirk and a quick glance toward the crotch of his shorts. I took my own quick look at his crotch and then a quick once over of his whole body. He was wearing really baggy shorts that looked like if he move the wrong way they might fall off, with an overly large shirt that would have better fit The Incredible Hulk, and today he was wearing a large silver chain with a relatively large piece of "bling." If there was ever a prize for the most thuggish suburban middleclass white preteen he would be the absolute winner. Even though his demeanor tended to make one feel as if he could beat you up in a heart beat I wasnt to scared of him. I mean I was about 5'10 while he was probably only 5' and although I was not a jock or ripped like some guys were, in fact I was a lot smaller then some guys my age but I was still a lot bigger and stronger then this troublemaker.But Im brought back from my mental wandering by some more playful banter between the two.
"Man you aint even got pubes yet. Who you trying to fool."
"You're just jealous, I've been cumming since I was 8." At that time, I had to look at him and then without even thinking my eyes took a quick glance at the bulge in his shorts. Not being able to distinguish anything at all. "You see even the senior is envious, look at the way he's checking me out." My eyes fly in the opposite direction but it's too late the damage had been done, he had caught me red handed.
"What? I wasn't looking at you I was looking out the window." I stammered and stuttered one of the lamest excuses I could come up with in such short notice.
"I think...thinkk...I think he lying" laughs the boy behind us. Overly mocking the only slightly noticeable stutter from my last reply.
"Well he's probably surprised to hear I got pubes because he doesn't have any of his own yet." Alex laughs while sitting up a little in his seat.
"Just leave me alone. You guys are being jerks." I said but before I had even finished I already regretted saying it.
"You guys leave me aloneeeee!" cries another boy from behind with his hands wiping fake tears from his eyes. "You guys better listen to him, he might tell his mother on you next!"
"I'm not scared of his Mother, if that bitch tries any funny business I'll just make her choke on my cock again like she did last week." Alex says again showing off with his big man on campus attitude that was three times his age. Anger swelling up inside of me was causing me to get a weird expression on my face and I wanted so bad to just reach over and punch that little boy's lights out. It wouldn't be that hard he looked like I could snap his arms like toothpicks. Of course, it would hard to explain that to the authorities I thought to myself only slightly amused. `Officer I swear he deserved it he was calling me names'. How old was I again? I decided that I wouldn't let it bother me.
"You've got to use smaller fuckin' words Alex, virgin boy over here probably doesn't even know what a fuckin' blowjob is." Snickered the older boy again.
"There's no way he's a fuckin' virgin he's got to be at least 17, I mean goddamn even I lost my virginity by the time I turned 11." I looked over at him unable to resist the temptation, right into his bright blue eyes trying to read his mind. Is it true? Did he really loose his virginity already? I tried my best not to let it show how embarrassed I was, resolved to never let them know that in fact I really was a virgin like they thought. "So how about it Senior" the boys said using it almost like a name now, "Are you a virgin or not?" I don't dare look him in the eyes and simply nod my head no and hope they drop it. "There's no motherfucking way that a real man would just shake his head when a man asks him if he's fucked a girl or not. Are you a man or not?" When he referred to himself as man a sharp explosion of hormones shot through my body and a few more pieces of last night dream puzzle fell into place. A quick image of him naked standing over me laughing and slapping my face as I suck on his cock fills my head as my pants start to fill with my instantaneous erection.
"Yes, I've had sex, now will you leave me alone please?"
"You hear that my good sirs he's had intimate relations with a member of the female species before, how delightfully interesting." Replied the younger boy behind me. Showing off his spot-on pseudo-British accent. Alex finds the boys reply to be so amusing that he laughs out loud for almost a full minute. His shifting back and forth on the seat leaving me with very little room in an already small space, I try and reclaim a small piece of the seat back so that I can sit down a little more comfortably.
"So since you've `had sex' what did your girl say when she saw you didn't have pubes?" Alex says his voice still quivering on the edge of laughter still.
"I have pubes now can you leave the subject alone!" I say quickly following his question getting more and more agitated by the second.
"So you won't mind if we take a look then huh?" the words don't even have time to be processed before I feel someone behind me grabbing my arm and then someone from the other side grabbing the other. I have no room to squirm, I didn't have any space to do much of anything on this bus. Alex took his time bringing his hand down to the top of my shorts. With a short flick of his wrist, he had them unbuttoned and unzipped and pulled them all the way down.
My heart stopped beating, all the sounds of the bus were muted and everyone started moving in slow motion. I could feel him as he pulled my shorts down and I felt as if I had just died, literally died of embarrassment, my heart sank and I closed my eyes. The sounds of the bus slowly getting louder again. "Holy shit, he still wears fuckin' tighty-whiteys, I stopped wearing that shit when I turned five." Alex says in complete disbelief. "No wonder this guy is a virgin." He says laughing at me. Piercing my heart with every exhale of breath. "Now I'm almost positive he doesn't have any pubes." He says as he reaches down again and exposes me to the whole bus. No one can actually see what's going on except for the two people sitting to the left and the row behind us, but to me it felt like the whole bus was looking at me. All the sounds on the bus started to sound like laughter, my mind playing terrible tricks on me as I see all the kids turning around, looking at me, and laughing. I shake my head and find myself in the present again with Alex laughing again, barely able to contain himself. "Oh my motherfuckin' God he's tiny. Look at him guys I mean he look like he is as hard as a fuckin' rock but he's smaller then me!" My heart sank when he said that. Apparently, he had forgotten all about my pubes, which I did indeed have, now they had found the one thing I hoped no one would ever find, my 5-inch erection.
"Are you sure it's hard?" Came the surprised reply from the boy holding my left arm. Alex takes this as permission, leans over, and touches it, sending shockwaves through my body. I had to close my eyes and think of bad things to try save myself from cumming, that would have been the end, I could never go back to school if I did. I would be the laughing stock of everyone. The full feature movies plays in my mind as time stops, me walking down the hall of my school with just my briefs and all the girls pointing and laughing and saying, "look it's the pervert who jacked off on the school bus sitting next to a sixth grader." And "I hear that he came all over the seat and when the bus driver saw him he laughed caused he was so small."
"Dude there's no way." He says as he wraps his fingers around it. "I jack my cock all the time and his feels twice as small." Hillary Clinton naked, my mother in the shower, my dad in a Speedo, I start running through all of the images I could think of to make my boner go away or in the very least keep me from being so close to cumming all over Alex's hand. But then it all stops. His hand moves away and without the stimulation my thoughts start to do its work and I can feel it getting smaller. I look over to see why he removed his hand, kind of wishing that he really would have jacked me off. I am surprised to see that he is sitting up in his seat in a weird way and then without notice he pulls down his shorts and exposes his green striped boxers. My cock goes instantly hard again and all mental images are erased from my mind as my mind eyes now tries to decode every single angle, bulge, and ripple of the fabric to discern what he cock looks like. But it wasn't worth the effort because the pulls them down too and exposes his cock. The boy looked so small in every other way and this only made his cock look even bigger. He had a very respectable patch of pubic hair growing and right below it he had a semi hard cock that already looked like it was as big as mine was. I thought my mind was playing tricks on me and that it was just because his body was so small that his cock looked so big but as soon as that thought crossed my mind, Alex moved over toward me and started to compare his cock to mine. Pressing them up against each other so the other guys can see that the boy 6 years younger than me had a cock that was already as big as mine was. But then I felt it twitch against mine the blood racing to it as all the stimulation finally caught up with the blood vessels. Soon his was throbbing and fully hard and was at least an inch bigger than mine was.
"Shit, my cock is only 6 inches so his has to be less than 5 inches, no wonder he hasn't had fuckin' sex yet. I wouldn't want a girl to find out I had that baby cock between my legs either." I had my eyes closed again trying to pretend that this wasn't really happening and that I really was only remembering the dream I had last night and in a few minutes I would wake up with a pair of wet briefs and start the day all over again. But I opened my eyes and instead saw the middle school. Alex quickly pulled up his boxers and shorts and got a really evil look on his face. He looked at his friends and apparently, they thought the same thing as they all started laughing together. His hand was back on mine again and it started to jack me off. I could feel his small cold hand as it wrapped around mine completely, the feelings coming from inside wouldn't even let me try to conjure up bad images. With only four strokes I could already feel my balls rising closer to my chest...one more stroke...breathing going shallow...one more stroke...tightening in my crotch...one more stroke...waves of pleasure cascading all over my body sending me in complete ecstasy...one more stroke my cum starts to escape my cock. But before it does, Alex rips his hand away and pulls on my briefs all my cock squirting out all over them covering my cock with hot teen cum. He laughs as the wetness of my briefs becomes evident. The boys holding my arms let go and I instantly lean down and pull up my shorts. Before I even get them buttoned though Alex pushes me out of the seat and I and pushed into the aisle and with all of the people leaving I have no way of getting out of the aisle. I am slowly forced to walk to the front of the bus and get off at the middle school. I watch as the bus drives away and turn to see if anyone has noticed me, my eyes then quickly check out my shorts, the wet spots slowly showing through. I look over in the direction of the high school, at least a quarter mile walk and I would have to do it quickly with cummed in briefs and then I would have to go to my gym locker and change, all without being caught, and without missing my first class.
Part one of series hopefully. I will not write part two unless I get a lot of feedback. Please send an email to joshhmax@aol.com with comments, suggestions, and requests. I love any and all criticisms too, so feel free to email me with those also.