With the same guy I wrote about in my previous story, in the theater. This story is 100% true.
It all started one day in the band. I am on the drum line, and he plays the melephone. That evening for band, we were asked by the little league basball people, if we would play at the championchip game. My teacher of course agreeing to go. So we book a bus to take us there. (my school system is too small to own it's own busses) so we were on the bus there and I'm sitting with my best friend (a girl). We go into the stadium and we play our pep band music throughout the game. The game ends.
We head back to the bus to put our instruments away. That's when John asked me to sit on the back of the bus with him and his friends. By the way, he is openly gay, I am bi, but just recently came out. So being an underclassmen, being asked to sit with some seniors was a privledge! I agreed and I met him and some other seniors back there.
By the time everything was packed up, it was dark outside. The bus had no lights. So here we are, driving back to the school, talking with friends. John reaches over and slides his hand under my basket ball shorts! At first I was horrorfied! But I realized that being dark no one could see us. He started fondeling me. I eventually reached over and slid my hand under his waist band. Going down through his pubeless area I found hIs cock. Man was it different. I couldn't tell if it was cut or uncut. Time progressed and I started leaking pre cum. I started to get embarrassed! But not five minutes later he started too.
Being uncut, it's hard to jerk with boxers on. I repositioned myself so I would be more comfortable. Meanwhile, I wanted to grab his balls. His sitting down didn't give a good chance to. I felt me trying to reach them and then spread his legs allowing me access. (keep in mind that we have not spoken and we are still in public). On many occasions, we quickly had to remove our hands due to street lights and such.
This went on for a good 30 mintues. His pre cum all over my hand. He started to breath heavier and whispered to me to stop or else he would come. So I did. He continued to rub me.
The bus reached our school, and we removed our hands. We left without saying a word. To this day, I have had four encounters with John, I have not seen his penis, and he has not seen mine.