The School Bus

I excitedly got on the school bus and said, “Hey,” to Mr. Turner the bus driver. He looked me over and said, “Happy Friday, Joe,” in a way that conveyed no happiness or joy. This was not new; he said this to me every Friday after school. I always thought he was a strange guy. Nonetheless, it was a happy Friday. The shitty school week was over and now I was going to spend the night with my two best buds, Ed and Hunter, at a sleepover at Ed’s house. It’s gonna be great, I thought to myself as I walked to the back of the bus.

Most of the front of the bus was already filled with screaming kids, but the back was empty, or reserved, rather, for the older kids. We were only thirteen, but we were eighth graders this year, and in a rural area like where I lived, once you were in high school, you either got your farmer’s license and drove to school or you had a friend that did. So eighth graders ruled the bus. As I got to the back of the bus, I noticed I had beaten Ed and Hunter, so I took the half seat at the very back, which as we all know is the coolest seat on the bus.

I sat down as waves of superiority washed over me. I put my book bag and overnight bag under my seat and looked up to see Hunter and Ed walking back towards me. Hunter punched me on the shoulder as he sat across from me. “Fucker,” he said. “You took the good seat.” I hit him back and said, “If your fat ass wasn’t so slow, you’d be sitting here.” Ed sat in front of me and said, “Fuck both of you.” We all laughed. The punching and cussing was just an act of sorts. We were three of the smallest, nerdiest, and skinniest thirteen-year-olds in our class. The only place we had power was on the bus, but that’s only because nobody ever challenged us.

Ed looked back at us and said, “I think we can beat our record tonight: swim until midnight and then play ‘Call of Duty’ ‘til the sun comes up.” We all giggled like school girls, with the thought of an endless night of swimming in Ed’s pool, junk food, fart jokes and video games. Life was truly sweet.

We hadn’t quite gotten into girls yet, or rather they hadn’t gotten into us. There was a hierarchy, or food chain if you will, at our school and we were definitely at the bottom of it. We all had our crushes, but we were realistic about it, or just too big of pussies to do anything about it.

Our girlish glee was interrupted, though, when Hunter looked to the front of the bus and said, “Oh fuck!!” I followed his gaze and watched Clint Turner get on the bus; “Oh fuck” was right. Clint was the bus driver’s son, so he got away with everything. He was also seventeen, like over six foot tall and probably weighed as much as Hunter and I combined.

Clint stopped to talk to his dad. Ed looked back at me and Hunter and said, “What’s that asshole doing here? He hasn’t ridden the bus in years.” Ed was right on both counts: Clint was an asshole and I hadn’t seen him on the bus for over two years. When he used to ride every day, he fucked with everybody that sat in the back. We never had to deal with it because we were still young and stuck up front in steerage, but now here we were, big bad eighth graders, and I’m sure we all looked like sitting ducks in the back of the bus.

Hunter grabbed his book bag and said, “I’m moving up a seat.” I hit him on the shoulder and said, “Don’t leave me back here by myself.” Ed looked at me and said, “Move up here with me.” Clint finished talking to his dad and started walking to the back of the bus. “We’ll look like a bunch of pussies if we all move up,” I said with my heart racing. Hunter watched Clint moving down the aisle and said, “Joe, we are a bunch of pussies.” Hunter got up and moved up a seat just as Clint made his way to the back of the bus.

“That’s right, hershey squirt,” Clint bellowed, “Get the fuck out of my seat.” Clint smacked Hunter on the back of the head as he went by. Hunter kept his head down and didn’t say anything; none of us did.

I grabbed a book out of my bag so I could at least act like I was reading. Clint sat down across from me and said to nobody in particular, “Yeah, I threw a rod in the mustang, so I’ve got to ride the bus with you assholes.” My eyes burnt into my book like a laser beam; I’ve never been good with confrontation.

Mr. Turner put the bus in gear and we slowly moved forward, it dawned on me that Ed’s was way out in the country so his stop was one of the last. We all lived in the country but Ed’s house was really out in the middle of nowhere.

Clint smacked the book out of my hand and said, “Yeah, I’m talking to you.” I looked him in the face for the first time and said, “Thanks,” and picked up my book. “It was a shitty read anyway.” He seemed to respond to my boldness, and instead of bashing my head in he said, “No, what’s shitty is throwing a rod in your fucking mustang.” “That is shitty,” I said flatly. “Shut up,” Clint huffed. He looked Ed and I over and asked, “What grades are you shitheels in?” “Eighth,” I said a little more brightly. He shook his head and said, “Jesus, can’t believe I’m sitting with a bunch of eighth graders.”

Clint got quiet for a spell, so I started digging through my book bag, acting like I was trying to find something, when Clint said, “Hey shitheel, look.” I looked over at him and my mouth just fell open. Clint was facing me and standing halfway up with his long hairy cock and balls hang over the front of his shorts.

I couldn’t speak; it was the first dick I had ever seen, I mean besides my own. I went to a school where you didn’t have to start showering after gym until high school. So I had never seen another guy naked before. Besides, his cock was three times bigger than mine, and way, way hairier than mine, and something else looked weird about it, but he slipped it back in his shorts and laughed before I could put my finger on it, or figure it out rather.

I looked at Clint with a red face and wide eyes; he laughed again and leaned over and hit me twice on the shoulder, then leaned back in his seat and said, “Now it’s your turn.” I couldn’t control my words and said, “What are you talking about? That’s fucking gay.” Hunter sank down in his seat and gave me a worried look. Clint played it off and said, “Naw, that’s the game. If you flash somebody and they look, you get to hit them twice.” My face flushed even redder with the idea of exposing my small cock to not only a seventeen-year-old with a huge cock, but also doing it in front of my two best friends. Panic hit me, well, like a school bus, and all I could say was “I’m not going to do that.”

Clint shook his head and said, “Man, I am on a bus with a bunch of kids. Jesus, high school dudes do this shit all the time.” He looked me in the eyes and said, “I’m just here to teach you kids how to be cool.”

Then he lunged at me and fell on his knees right in front of me. Panic hit me as he grabbed at my shorts and started pulling them down. I smacked his hands away and slapped him on the head. He palmed my face and slammed my head into the window. It didn’t hurt much, but it fazed me long enough that he was able to pull my shorts and white jockeys down past my knees. My skinny, two-inch, uncut cock flopped out; there was a thin patch of brown hair sprouting around it, with a small set of hairless balls hanging under it.

I looked down at it in a panic; then panic turned to complete humiliation when I looked up to see Clint and Hunter staring at my flaccid member. Hunter’s eyes were bugged out and his mouth hung open like he had just been punched in the stomach. Ed peeked over the back of his seat like Kilroy when he saw the look on Hunter’s face. I thought I could just die.

Clint laughed loudly and said, “You still got a skin on that little pecker.” That’s when it dawned on me, Clint’s dick looked so strange because he was circumcised; I’d never seen that before, or not since I started paying attention to such things. Now that I thought about it, I had seen my dad naked growing up, but he was uncut like me and I didn’t really pay attention to things like that back then.

I tried to pull my shorts up but Clint pushed me back. I looked over at Hunter for help but he was just staring at my dick. Clint held my shorts down with his hand and said, “See, now you get to hit me twice.” I sat up a little, getting ready to yell Mr. Turner’s name when I looked up front and Mr. Turner was already looking back at me in the big mirror. He could see the panic and humiliation in my face and he just smiled at me and shook his head from side to side. I looked around the bus and all the kids up front were oblivious to what was going on in the back.

Clint pushed me back again and said, “Now hit me, you little faggot.” I knew if I hit him I’d be a dead man, so I said, “No.” He took two fingers and flicked my dick into my balls. Not too hard, but my dick flopped around and it kind of pissed me off. Then I realized it was the first time anybody had ever touched my cock. For the rest of my life, whenever I would think about the first person that touched my cock, this asshole would pop in my head. Clint flicked my cock again and with all the attention my cock was getting, the blood started to flow, and somehow I was getting turned on by this. That pissed me off even more.

I went for it and hit Clint on the shoulder twice. He relaxed and said, “See, now we’re friends.” Clint sat back a little on his heels and pulled his shorts down to reveal a massive hard-on. It had to be at least seven inches. Hunter’s eyes bugged out even more and from above my head I heard Ed say, “Jesus.” Clint looked up at him and said, “Jesus is right.” Then he hit me on the shoulder three times. He smiled and said, “When you have a hard-on you get to hit them three times. All the high schoolers do it.”

The humiliation built up in me and I was on the verge of tears when Clint grabbed my cock and it got slowly hard in his hand. I watched my little cock grow to its full three-and-a-half inches, and looked over at Hunter with pleading eyes and mouthed the word, “Help.” Hunter looked scared and shook his head. I was scared too, and I think the scariest thing was, I was kind of enjoying it. I had been jerking off for a few years, but I had never had somebody else touch my cock, and as if that wasn’t bad enough that it was fucking Clint Turner doing it while Ed and Hunter watched, it felt really good.

Once my cock got hard Clint looked up at me and said, “See now you get to hit me three times.” Without thinking I hit him three times as hard as I could. Clint kept his hand on my cock and started moving my skin up and down, fascinated by it. He pulled the skin back, exposing the pink head, and just looked at it. After a few strokes he was pretty much just jerking me off. I looked up to see Ed and Hunter intently watching this process. I took in a deep breath and weakly said, “Clint, please stop.” I couldn’t take it anymore; I was so weak, but this wasn’t how it was supposed to be. It was supposed to be Misty Shelton doing this to me for the first time, not fucking Clint Turner.

Clint just smiled at my pleading eyes and said, “You know something else high schoolers do?” Clint pulled my skin back on my cock, moved his face in and licked my little pink cock head. I moaned loudly and said, “Please stop.” He leaned in again and took my cock head into his mouth. I twitched and bucked my hips. I put my hands on his face to try to push him off, but I wasn’t strong enough and he slowly forced his wet, warm mouth down around my throbbing little cock. Oh God, It felt so good, I probably would have cum in his mouth right then if it had been any other situation.

Clint’s head gave a little as I tried to push him off, but he just overpowered me and plunged his mouth back down around my cock. I moaned and looked over at Hunter; he just stared in fascination and dryly licked his lips.

I sat up as far as I could and looked past Ed at Mr. Turner in the mirror; he just winked at me and smiled. This perv was getting off on this. He knew his son was back here sucking my cock and he was getting off on it. I looked at Ed as he lustfully gazed down at my cock sliding in and out of Clint’s mouth.

Was this really happing? Was I really getting my first blowjob from a guy in front of my friends on the fucking school bus? And was I really enjoying it?

Clint slid my cock in and out of his mouth a few more times before he let me push his head up. He looked at me and said, “Stop fighting, you know you like it.” He stuck his tongue out and licked my ball sack; I shuddered and moaned. Clint looked at me and said, “Lickin’ a hairless ball sack really brings back some good memories.” He took both of my little nuts in his mouth at the same time; I moaned again and Hunter’s eyes got even bigger. Clint sucked on my ball sack with building suction to the point that it hurt, but I have to say it was a good hurt. He let my balls slide out of his mouth and licked the underside of my sack. His tongue moved lower and he licked from my asshole up my taint. It felt so good I think I saw stars. I moaned as Clint tongued my sensitive taint and then took my nut sack back in his mouth.

I pushed his mouth off of my nut sack and then just whimpered as he moved it back to my cock and slowly forced his way back down my hard shaft. His tongue felt so good; I didn’t want it to be true, but it was the best feeling I had ever experienced in my young life. I looked up at Ed and gave him a glazed look just before my eyes rolled back in my head.

I laid back and softly said, “I fucking hate you, Clint.” Then my body took over and my hands slowly stopped trying to push Clint’s face away and I gave in. My hands moved around to back of his head and started pushing his mouth up and down my eager cock, instead away from it. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the wet feeling of Clint’s mouth sliding over my glans. I moaned softly as my breathing was getting out of control.

Clint seemed to like this and moaned onto my cock, then I heard somebody else breathing heavy. I realized it was Ed; I opened my eyes to see him intently watching Clint stroke his huge cock while he sucked mine. I looked over at Hunter and he had his hand down his shorts.

“Oh God,” I moaned. I was so turned on and embarrassed at the same time. I couldn’t believe my friends were just watching and playing with themselves. I watched Clint stroke his thick, long shaft while pre-cum dribbled out of his mushroom tip. I wondered if my cock would ever get that big; I also wondered what Clint planned on doing with it when he was done giving me a blowjob.

Clint moved his free hand up my shirt and pinched my left nipple. “Oh God,” I moaned again. This guy was giving me feelings I had never even dreamed about, and that’s when I realized Clint was going to make me cum. How embarrassing, now I was going to cum in front of my friends.

It felt so good I almost couldn’t form words. I weakly said, “Clint, you’re going to make me cum.” I rubbed the back of Clint’s head and grabbed two fistfuls of his hair. My hips took over and I was fucking his face, meeting the rhythm of his bobbing head. In a weak voice I tried to warn him again, “Clint, I’m gonna cum in your mouth.” He didn’t try to pull his mouth off of my cock, and I didn’t either. And then it was too late.

I could only vocalize stuttering moans as my orgasm washed over me and I came so hard in Clint’s mouth. I wanted to close my eyes and go with it, but I found myself looking at my two friends as I unloaded into Clint’s mouth. I think Hunter was right with me because he shuddered as his hand slowed down and he stared into my eyes.

Clint kept sucking me and my cock after I came and it got really sensitive; my whole body spasmed and I pushed his mouth off my cock. He looked up at me, smiled, and said, “You came in my mouth, faggot.” He moved his left hand down in front of his cock as he moaned and came, three times as much as I had, into his hand. He looked at me and said, “Just for that you have to eat my cum.” He took his left hand and wiped it across my open mouth.

I just lay there stunned with Clint’s cum dripping down my chin and down my throat. It didn’t taste too bad and that pissed me off that I would even think that. I felt some relief as Clint pulled his shorts up and moved over to his seat. But all I could do was lay there staring at my glistening hard cock laying on my stomach. I had never stayed hard after I had come before.

Then I snapped out of it and pulled my shorts and underwear up and sat up. I grabbed a t-shirt out of my overnight bag and wiped Clint’s cum off of my mouth and chin and without thinking I just swallowed the rest of it. Clint watched me do this and said, “It tastes good, doesn’t it?” I was too broken down and out of it to even look at him or respond. I couldn’t believe this just happened and I liked it. Hunter and Ed had turned around and they wouldn’t look back at me.

The bus stopped and I looked out the window and was relieved to see Clint’s house. Clint got up and said, “Have a good weekend, girls. If I don’t get my car fixed this weekend I’ll see you on Monday,” He hit me on the shoulder and said, “Then it’s your turn.” He walked up the aisle. Mr. Turner said something to Clint and they both laughed. Then Clint was gone.
Hunter didn’t even move back to sit by me once Clint was gone. The rest of the bus ride we just sat in silence and didn’t look at each other. The shame slowly set in: how could I let this happen, and why did it feel so good? I didn’t even want to stay at Ed’s house anymore. How could I face my friends after this?

Once we got to Ed’s house, Hunter and Ed bolted off the bus with their bags covering the wet spots on the front of their shorts. I was right behind them and as I walked past Mr. Turner he smiled at me and said, “Happy Friday, Joe.”

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