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I Learned Early

Posted by: SoloTouchArchive Author: friskyboy Posted on: 05 Nov 2004 2 comments
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This is a true story. It happened to me on the way home from the school for the blind in late 1979.
I went to a boarding school that was about three hours away from the small town in which I lived. I started there when I was ten years old, and I think this must have happened in my third year, so I would have been 13.

I always hated the bus rides home. We got to go home every two or three weeks for a weekend. I loved going home, but just despised that horrid ride.

On this day, I was just sitting near the back of the bus and wishing that the ride would hurry up and be over with.

The ride just always seemed like an eternity. One of other guys from the school that was riding my bus came up to me, and seeing that I was the only one in the seat, he sat down beside me. I felt very nervous. Why did this guy, who I thought was so cool, want to sit beside me? He must have been at least 15. He just started talking to me like we'd known each other our whole lives. Then he asked me in a casual tone if I wanted to see a big one.

I didn't know what he meant. "A big what," I asked? He just kept saying things like, "I've got a big one if you want to see it." I was curious and finally said, "OK. Let's see!" He stood up and turned toward the back of the bus. "Ready?" he asked. When I said that I was, he reached down unzipped his pants and got his dick out, and then he sat back down in the seat next to me.

He was right. It was a big one. It was so hard and stiff! I couldn't believe how big it was! I wondered how he kept it in his pants. He asked if I wanted to touch it and I did. He took my hand and began to move it up and down on his dick. I just wrapped my hand around it and squeezed it as I move my hand up and down. He showed me the rhythm he wanted, and pretty soon I noticed that his dick was getting even harder than before. I kept thinking that if it got any harder it would burst.

He kept saying I shouldn't stop, as if I were going to. This was really turning me on.

He started breathing hard and squirming a bit. Then he groaned, deep so it sounded like it came from the back of his throat, and said in a very strained voice, "Oh god, oh god, oh oh oh shit, it's coming!" and all of a sudden, I felt his dick twitch. It tensed up and then I saw his cum start to shoot out. He let out a small moan, and his whole body seemed to shake and his dick kept jumping. My hand was covered in his warm, thick cum. His spurts seemed that they would be endless but after about five or six squirts, it finally did. (Looking back on it now, I wonder if any of it got on his shirt or pants?)

He got up and went to the bathroom >at the very back of the bus to clean up. He came back a couple of minutes later and brought me a paper towel so I could wipe my hands. He told me that I gave a hell of a handjob, and then he went to the front of the bus.

In just a few minutes, they called out that it was his stop, so he got off the bus and I didn't dread the bus rides home anymore that year.