This is a fictional piece and not based in any part on real life events or people. Well perhaps some parts are true ;)
The Belfast Bus
It was early, about 8:14 or so. I was on my way to work and feeling quite tired after a late night last night. I had decided a few drinks and a movie were the perfect way to prepare for an important meeting. I was just able to get dressed and fix my hair this morning before going out to work.
My name is Darren, I'm 22. Girls say I'm tall Dark and handsome. Their opinions? Not too sure how valid they are. I am tall; I have dark brown hair, and blue eyes. I don't think I'm that typical stereotype. No one believes I'm gay yet I really am. I had just started working for a reasonably sized firm in the city centre. It was my first client meeting today and I had been told how important it was on several occasions. What was I thinking last night? A glass of wine, yea that would have been fine, but three bottles, come on, I mean seriously, what was I thinking?
Condensation started to spread across the window of the bus, so I wiped it with my coat sleeve. I like to see where I'm going enough though I know this route inside out. I'm sitting upstairs on a double-decker bus wishing I was home. The bus starts to pull into the footpath to pick up or let off some other early morning commuters. I rest my head against the window, trying to stay awake and not close my eyes.
I lift my head to look at the new passengers who had decided to take the stairs and come up to the upper level. I have to admit I am an avid people watcher. Then I noticed him. He looked about 17 or 18, wearing a school uniform, I didn't recognise the uniform, and there aren't that many schools in the city centre. I couldn't take my eyes off him. He was probably as tall as me 6'2" and slim. His hair was messy, but in that cool way that I could never muster. He had a swagger as if to say yea I'm it and you know want me. And boy at that moment did I want him. I stared fair too long as he soon caught my eye, and grinned. I could feel my cheeks flood with red hot embarrassment.
He smiled that I'm straight smile that I had become too familiar with. I looked away to hide my shame but I couldn't stop thinking about him. He was a chavy school boy who was gorgeous. However, he was straight.
The rest of the journey was rather uneventful, until the bus came to one stop before mine and the boy was getting off. I lifted my eyes from the street line and looked at him again. Again he caught my glance. In a moment of desperation and foolishness I mouthed I love you to him. I instantly regretted what I had done, this boy might get my bus every day and now I'll have to face him. His look changed and I couldn't figure if it was anger or confusion.
He got off the bus and I didn't see him again for several weeks.
One lunch time I had to go to the shops in town to collect a few things. I was walking with purpose towards the Tesco Metro when I gulped at what I saw. It was him, the boy holding tightly onto a girl. I turned and let's say didn't get to Tesco that day.
It was 19:50 or there about. I had to work late and had just got on the bus. I walked up the steps on the double decker and sat down. The rest of the upper floor of the bus was empty. I pulled my iPhone out and plugged in my earphones. Then a head appeared, walking up the stairs. I watched as I usually did. My music had started to play so couldn't hear anything else. I continued to watch as the person got to the top of the stairs and turned to walk down the aisle. It was him! Looking more gorgeous than ever. It seemed as if he didn't notice me as he didn't even look in my direction.
He kept walking down the aisle. Closer and closer to where I was sitting. I was starting to hope he would see me soon so he could sit further away. He continued to walk closer and still without noticing me. He was a step away then beside me, then without a word, sat right beside me.
He still didn't say anything as he sat there. I could feel warm on my leg as his brushed against mine. It was as if he was purposefully positioning his leg to touch mine. It was a 30 minutes journey before my stop. This teasing was going to be hell.
I looked out the window and tried not to think about his hot sexiness, or what was beneath his clothes. Although that thought had come to mind plenty of times before.
His leg was still firmly pressed against mine. He seemed to be pushing it against mine as if he wanted me to be touching him too. I gingerly ran my hand down my leg as to be needing to scratch my knee. I was careful not to touch him.
"You can touch me" he said.
His voice was gorgeous, it melted me and I wished he had of spoke for longer. Then I realised what he said. And coughed a response.
"Sorry?" I asked.
"You can touch me. I know you want to. I don't mind"'
If I wasn't hard already, I certainly was now.
"You like me. I've seen you look at me, at my body, at my crotch. You even said you loved me."
I didn't know what to say, or what to do. Well I did want to touch him, but could I. Did he really want me to? I gulped closed my eyes and ran my hand down my leg again, this time I spread my baby finer out so it just about touched his leg too. The slight feel of his trouser leg was electrifying.
"I mean proper touch"
He moved his hand over onto mine and pulled it onto his leg. "You like that more, feels better" Still holding on to my hand he moved it up and down his leg. He felt amazing. I hoped I wasn't dreaming.
He started to hold my hand tighter as he slowly edge my hand up his leg. I was breathing heavily.
He was still moving it up further, the warm on the palm of my hand was increasing the further it moved towards his crotch.
"I want you to feel it" he said, sounding like he was enjoying this moment too.
My hand was centimetres away from his crotch. I was finding it hard to swallow as I hoped he would move it the rest of the way. He did.
He moved my hand right over his crotch and left it there. He removed his hand and left mine resting on what I could feel was a good sized warm and hard teen cock.
The bus pulled into the side and he stood up my hand falling away from its perfect resting place. He walked towards the stairs but before he descended he mouthed Love you to.
This is my first attempt at writing for Nifty -- and the first part of this story. I do hope to write much more. When I came out I found nifty a great place for retreat. So I hope that this story and hopefully ones to come will be enjoyed by others.
If you have any comments, suggestions or nice words email me at belfastnifty@hotmail.co.uk
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Belfast Nifty xxx