Summer Time
The sun was just dropping below the horizon as Tim Claver glanced out the window of the bus. They were speeding down the straight highway bordered on both sides by farms as far as the eye could see. Tim was happy. School was over for the summer and he had three full months before he had to return to Chicago for his final year of high school. Several weeks earlier, after being perturbed at not being able to find a job for the summer, a letter had come from his Uncle Box in Kansas. The letter had been an invitation to spend a month on the farm. Tim had leapt at the chance. He had been anxious to get our of the hustle and bustle of the city, and since he hadn't been able to find a job, this was just the chance he had been waiting for.
Aunt Alice had died suddenly two years earlier, so Uncle Bob now lived alone in the big house with his son, Dave. Dave was around Tim's age, but Tim could hardly remember him. Uncle Bob's family had never come to Chicago to visit the Clavers, and Tim's family had only been once to visit the farm when Tim was eight years old. So, Tim was looking forward to seeing his relatives again.
Tim stretched his large frame in the seat tugging at his tight Levis where they were pulling at the crotch. Tim ran his fingers through his soft, blond hair, and adjusted his sunglasses. He had matured fast and he was proud of the way others looked at him. He frequently caught admiring glances coming his way, from the guys as well as the girls. He had on a new pair of Levis that his mother had insisted that he wear, though he had insisted that he would be more comfortable in his old faded pair. But, no, she wanted him to make a good impression, so here he was suffering in his seat. Not only did the pants look new, but the gaps between the buttons of the fly had the annoying habit of opening far enough to show the white of his jockey shorts. He had already glimpsed two men staring at him.
There were few people in the bus as it droned along the highway. Most of them had gotten off in Kansas City. Uncle Bob's farm was just outside of Abilene, so Tim didn't have too much further to go. In the seat across from him, Tim glanced at a young sailor who had boarded the bus in Kansas City. The sailor was lying back in his seat, with his jacket over his lap. At first, Tim thought he was asleep, but then he noticed the sailor's right hand was underneath the jacket, which was moving up and down.
"Oh, wow," thought Tim, "it looks like he's jacking off in a public bus!"
As he continued to watch out of the corner of his eye, Tim could see the rhythmic movements getting faster and faster and he could hear the sailor starting to breathe heavier. Tim's own dick began to harden as he realized what the sailor was doing. He made his tightly stretched Levis rub over his stiffening cock. He felt the rod getting hard and thick, pushing up along his belly until the bulbous head was touching the bottom of his brief's elastic waistband. Tim pushed his right leg out, stretching it and making room in his pants for his dick. Tim had discovered the pleasures of jacking off a few years before, but, while he enjoyed doing it, he never would have dared it where someone else might happen to notice.
Just then, the bus driver pulled into a small town, bring the bus to a stop in front of a well-lighted restaurant.
"We'll have a fifteen minute rest stop," he called out.
The sailor, after a little activity under his jacket, had gotten up to leave the bus, and Tim, curious, followed at a safe distance. As the sailor stepped down the steps of the bus to the platform, Tim was right behind him, and he noticed the outlines of his underpants through the tight white material of his uniform.
As he reached the light, the sailor stopped briefly at the candy counter and Tim noticed how really handsome he was. He looked not much older than Tim, with dark hair and a well-tanned complexion. As she reached up to pay for his candy bar, Tim couldn't help but notice the long, stiff rod that was perfectly obvious through the tight pants.
Tim's cock stirred again, and he wondered, "What's the matter with me? Why should I find this sailor so interesting?"
Unable to restrain himself, Tim followed the sailor as he went into the men's room. As Tim entered, he noticed the door of the last cubicle closing and under it saw the sailor turn around and drip his pants to the floor. Hesitatingly, Tim entered the next cubicle, and unbuckled his Levis. As he pulled them down, he could feel his now erect dick straining to get out of the soft, white material of his jockey shorts. He traced the outline of the hard rod before pulling the shorts down and sitting on the toilet, wondering what was happening next door. Tim was a little disturbed to find that several holes had been bored in the wall.
"What if he can see me, the way I am?" thought Tim, and he pushed his erect cock down between his legs.
Tim tried keeping his eyes straight ahead, but as he heard a soft rhythmic sound from the next booth, he stealthily glanced over toward one of the holes. It was small, and at first he couldn't make out anything through it. Suddenly there was movement, and as his eyes focused, he was able to make out a long, thick cock, sticking out of the fly of a pair of tight briefs, being gently massage by the sailor's hand. Tim's own cock was straining between his legs. He reached down and began to stroke it, slowly so the movements could not be heard. Tim could sense the sailor moving closer to the wall.
"Was he listening, or looking through the hole himself?" wondered Tim.
Then, through the hole he had been looking through, Tim saw a rolled sheet of toilet paper being pushed through. With trembling hands, he pulled it out, unrolled it, and read what had been hastily pencilled on one side--"Why don't you push it through the large hole?"
Tim was aghast. What did this guy mean? Sure enough, there was a hole about an inch and a half in diameter just in front of him.
"I guess he wants to see my cock," thought Tim, "Oh well, why not; what can I lose?"
So, standing and facing the wall, letting his pants and briefs drop to the floor, Tim placed his erect lance through the hole. Was that a sigh he heard? He was about to pull it back, when he felt the softest tough as the sailor's fingers, feathery light, brushed over the straining purple head. Slowly, they strayed down the shaft, playing with the folds of skin, tweaking the wispy hairs that grew around the base.
Tim was petrified, but he didn't move. He was feeling the strangest and most wonderful sensation. Then, he started, as something moist touched the shaft. The sailor's tongue had taken the place of his fingers, and it was tracing circles on Tim's hot flesh.
"Oh wow,"murmured Tim as the sailor's mouth closed delicately over the head, and stared a slow, sucking motion.
Tim bent his knees and strained against the wall. Jacking off had never felt like this. His cock was expanding and expanding until he was sure it would burst. Ecstacy overcame Tim.
"Oh, man," he exclaimed, "keep it up, don't stop...don't stop ....oh, man, ohhhh!" Tim could not hold back his climax, and he shot and shot into the greedy mouth; time and time again he came, while the sailor licked every last drop of thick boy cum. Weakly, Tim fell back on the seat, closing his eyes to relive the delicious sensation. My, he had never felt anything like that every before in his whole life.
"Bus number 2846 is now boarding," blared the loud speaker to bring Tim our of his reverie.
As Tim pulled up his jockey shorts and pants, he noticed that the sailor had already returned to the bus. Tim hurried back to his seat just as the bus lurched back onto the highway. As he glanced across the aisle, he saw the sailor look up and smile at him. Tim shyly smiled back and drifted off into a restful sleep.
It was 10' o'clock when the bus pulled into Abilene depot. Tim awoke with a start, and hastily gathered his belongings together. Most of the other passengers were asleep, with Tim the only one getting off at this stop.
"Would Uncle Bob be there to meet me?" thought Tim. He had never been on a trip all by himself before and he was little apprehensive.
Any fears he might have had were unfounded, for as soon as he stepped down from the bus, he heard his name called, and looking up, he noticed a tall broad-shouldered man and a boy his age coming toward him.
"You must be Uncle Bob," said Tim, smiling and extending his hand. "I sure appreciate your coming to meet the bus."
"It was no trouble whatsoever," was the reply, as Uncle Bob warmly gripped the boy's hand. "Here, let me take your suitcase. Dave, you remember your cousin, Tim?"
Dave stepped out from the shadows smiling shyly and shook hands with Tim. Tim almost gasped audibly as he saw his cousin. Dave was one of the most gorgeous boys he had ever seen. He was a little shorter than Tim, but very well-proportioned, his body strong and hard. He wore his blond hair long and it curled gently around his ears and over his collar, framing a cheerful face. Dave had a deep tan, showing he was used to working outdoors. He was wearing a tight, faded pair of Levis that had been cut off just below the crotch and a blue T-shirt.
Hesitatingly, Dave put his arm around Tim's shoulder as he led him toward the parking lot, and Tim tingled at the warmth coming from his cousin's arm.
"Tim, you don't know how glad we are to see you. You and I are going to have some great times this summer. It's going to be great to have someone my own age to talk to. It gets kind of lonesome on the farm sometimes."
"What about me?" asked uncle Bob with a smile, "have you forgotten that I live there too?"
"Oh, Dad," answered Dave, "you know that isn't the same thing as having someone you own age."
Already Tim felt at home with Uncle Bob and Dave. He knew that he was going to have an enjoyable summer. The three guys stopped by a green pickup truck and threw Tim's luggage in the back, then climbed into the cab. Tim squeezed in between his relatives and they started off for the farm. He couldn't help but feel a little uneasy as the two hunky guys pressed against him on both sides. He noticed that Dave's Levis had been cut off so short that as he sat on the seat, the white of his underwear could be seen through the leg openings.
"Are you tired after your long ride, Tim?" asked Uncle Bob.
"Yes, sort of," said Tim. "My legs got kind of cramped riding in a bus. My muscles ache as if I'd been climbing a mountain."
"Well, a good hot bath should take care of that, Tim." He took his right hand off the steering wheel to rub Tim's leg that was pressed against his own, "we'll soon have you feeling as good as new."
The truck had left the town and was now bouncing along a narrow dirt road. A gate loomed up ahead and Dave hopped out to open it and close it again after the truck had passed through. Just around a bend, Tim spied the farmhouse that he just barely recollected from his earlier trip.
As they pulled up by the front door, Uncle Bob called out, "We'll give you a tour first thing in the morning. But, tonight you need a good rest. Dave, show Tim to the bedroom and get him settled in a nice, hot bath, and I'll bring up some hot chocolate before you guys go to bed."
The boys piled out of the truck and carried the luggage upstairs. Dave's room was a large one at the back of the house, furnished just as a boy would furnish it. The walls, panelled in pine, were covered with pictures of cowboys and horses. A fancy lariat was artistically draped on one wall, along with stirrups, whips, spurs and bridles.
"I hope you don't mind sleeping with me," said Dave, indicating the double bed, "If you'd rather sleep alone, we have a cot in the closet we could open up, but it wouldn't be as comfortable."
"Oh, I don't mind at all," Tim replied.
Tim had never slept with anybody before, and would really have rather slept alone, but he didn't want to seem unfriendly toward his cousin on his first night. Tim was a little worried, for he knew how his dick sometimes became excited in the mornings and he didn't want to be embarrassed in front of his cousin.
"Over here's the bathroom," pointed Dave. "Why don't you just hop in the tub while I straighten up the room and make room for your stuff?"
"Okay, Dave. That sounds just great."
Tim opened his suitcase to grab a pair of pajamas and went into the bathroom, carefully shutting the door behind him. As soon as the tub filled, he pulled off his shoes and socks, then came his shirt and pants, and finally he skinned down his tight jockey shorts. He stepped into the tub and stretched out full length. My, this did feel good. Just as he had started to soap himself, the door opened and in came Dave. Embarrassed, Tim quickly but nonchalantly dropped the wash cloth over his manhood, but Dave didn't seem to notice. He came in whistling and went over to the basin.
"How does the bath feel?" he asked.
"Awesome! I've never felt anything as good in my whole life. This hot water sure takes the kinks out in a hurry."
"While you're in there," said Dave, "I'll take a shower in the stall. Then I won't wake you up getting to bed after you."
Tim watched transfixed as Dave pulled off his T-shirt, tossing his hair back into place, then opened his cutoffs and pulled them down and off of his feet. As he turned around to reach into the shower and regulate the water, the elastic of his underpants dug into the firm flesh around his firm, rounded buttocks. Tim had to move around in the tub as he felt his cock slowly lengthening. Then Dave pulled off his underpants and tossed them on top of the clothes hamper. His circumcised dick was about 9-1/2" inches long, even bigger than Tim's. It was surrounded by a mass of kinky blond, almost reddish, hair. Tim was amazed as Dave stepped into the shower. My, he though, this guy really has it. The girls must really go for him.
Tim hurried his bath, then towelled himself off, trying to ignore his half-erect cock. He jerked his pajamas on, but then as an afterthought, realized that the state of his cock was showing, so he quickly shoved the bottoms off again and slipped his briefs on before getting back into the pajamas. Now he felt a little more decent. Tim moved into the bedroom just as Dave stepped out of the shower.
"I am sure looking forward to seeing the place tomorrow," called Tim as he climbed into bed. "By the way, which side of the bed do I get?"
"It doesn't matter," answered Dave from the bathroom. "Take your pick."
Dave came out of the bathroom, wearing just his tight briefs. He was fumbling around trying to get his huge cock to find a comfortable position inside the tight Jockey brand shorts. Tim couldn't help but notice this action, and it made his cock tingle. Dave suddenly leapt over Tim to the other side of the bed just as Uncle Bob knocked and came in the door bringing two steaming cups of hot chocolate on a tray. He sat on the edge of the bed while the boys drank their chocolate, and detailed the plans for the next day. While he talked he rested his hand lightly on the covers over Tim, and moved it back and forth. Every once in awhile the hand would stray near Tim's cock.
"Doesn't he realize he is making me hot?" thought Tim.
"Well, I hope you boys have a nice sleep," he concluded, with one final pat over Tim's dick. It was now almost completely erect again, but thankfully held in by his briefs, and Tim shuddered at the feel of the hand through the thin covers. Bob collected the cups, and Tim noticed a wink as he went out the door flicking out the light as he went.
"Good night, Tim."
"Good night, Dave. I hope I don't kick during the night."
"Well, if you do, Tim, I'll just kick you back."
Dave was soon breathing heavily and Tim could realize that he had dropped off to sleep. Tim was restless, but he didn't want to move for fear of waking Dave. Here he was in a strange bed, and he couldn't sleep. As he lay there thinking, he was acutely aware of the presence of the handsome boy sleeping next to him. And, as he remembered Dave's body as he had undressed for the shower, his cock started to rise again. He wondered what was coming over him, but he found that his thoughts kept coming back to a question about whether Dave ever jacked off like he did. What would that nine and a half inch cock look like stretched out in full erection?
Tim couldn't resist the impulse to see if he could get a closer look at the fantastic cock that his cousin sported. He moved closer to Dave who way lying on his back, until his leg brushed against the boy's. Slowly, Tim moved his hand up Dave's leg, hunting for the lump. His cautious fingers soon found the elastic leg band of Dave's briefs, then moved stealthily over the soft cotton until they reached a warm mound. Tim's finger traced over the outline of Dave's full dick through the briefs. Then, suddenly, there was a brief, almost imperceptible motion under Tim's fingers. Tim gave a start, but then continued his gentle stroking as he felt Dave's cock start to lengthen. Slowly, so as not to awaken the sleeping boy, Tim continued to carefully massage the cock. He could feel it growing and growing under his active fingers, and as he continued to rub with his right hand, he moved his left hand over to open his pajamas and reach into the fly of his own briefs to pull out his cock and begin jerking it.
Dave's cock was straining at the sheer material now, and Tim moved his fingers into the fly to feel the hot, hard shaft, velvet- smooth against his fingertips. Tim curled his fingers around the hard cock, but because of the tightness of the briefs and the size of the dick, it wasn't easy to maneuver it out of the covering garment. But, eventually, he was successful in pointing the head toward the hole, and as the cock sprang out, Tim grasped it in his fist, and moved his hand up and down, matching the movements with those on his own cock. Suddenly, Dave gave an audible sigh in his sleep, and as Tim quickly jerked his hand away, Dave rolled over on his side away from Tim.
Tim was so hot now that he could hardly stand it. He was sure that his shaking of the bed would soon awaken Dave, but he also knew he had to get release. So, he slid out of bed and crept quietly into the bathroom. There he noticed the clothes hamper, and opening it, inside spied another pair of Dave's briefs. Tim picked them up and inhaled deeply of the pleasant odor of Dave's body which was still very evident in the briefs. And, realizing that that big cock had been imprisoned snugly inside of these underpants, he began jerking off. With one hand he held the shorts up to his nose, and with the other back and forth he pulled his cock until with a deep moan, he shot his wad into the toilet. WoW! Tim couldn't figure what was wrong with him. Why was he so interested in sex all of a sudden, and why was he attracted to boys rather than girls? Am I becoming queer, he worried, one of those fairies that all the guys joke about? He carefully cleaned off his wilting cock before fitting it back inside his briefs and rebuttoning his pajamas. Then, he slipped back into bed.