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The Bus

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In 10th grade, my biology class took a field trip to a distant science museum. The class was small (about 15 people) and we took one of those fancy busses with plush seats. We left at 6 in the morning and weren't going to get back until about 10 at night (we were making it an all-day event and it was a few hours away because i lived in a tiny town, hours away from any civilization.) The museum was boring, as i had expected, and i slept through a few lectures there, so i was wide awake when i got back on the bus. i headed to the backseat, and a kid named stephen (i didn't know him real well, but he was probably the closest thing i had to a friend on the field trip) came back and sat next to me. He had also slept through the museum lectures and we started talking. All the other kids sat halfway forward in the bus or farther, so we were pretty isolated. The talk, as it always does between teenage boys, turned to sex. We started talking about jacking off, how much we each did it, where, when, etc. I noticed stephen start to get a hardon as this talk was getting more and more sexual. He was very hot; about 5'10", shaggy brown hair and brown eyes, and the sexiest body i had ever seen. Somehow, the talk swerved from sex for a moment to how ticklish people are. He talked about how one of his girlfriends had been so ticklish he couldn't even make out with her without her giggling. We both still had hardons, and now we were talking about ticklishness. I told hiim i was a little ticklish, and to my surprise (i thought he would think it too gay) he started to tickle me. Obviously, i tickled him back. Everyone else in the bus was asleep and the lights were off. I tickled his stomach, and "accidentally," my hand slipped down a bit. It came in contact with his hot, hard cock. He and I froze, my hand still on his cock; i could feel it pulsing and bursting to get out of his jeans. Our eyes met in the darkness, and i knew he wantd me to touch him. Nobody else would have to know; it was late at night on a school field trip. My hand slipped lower and circled around his cock. I squeezed it and her gasped with pleasure. He reached down and unzipped his pants. He pulled down his boxers and his hot, 7inch cock sprung up. He reached over and did the same to me, freeing my own 6incher. He gripped my cock and started to stroke it. I leaned over his lap, and took his cock into my mouth. I had never sucked cock before, but i loved it. I could feel his flesh warm and salty in my mouth. I knew that between my sucking his cock and his stroking mine i would soon cum. After a minute or two, i felt his cock expand and he started stroking me harder. I was ready to blow, too. I sucked harder and faster until suddenly his hot, salty manjuice burst into my mouth. I swallowed every drop. I pulled off of him as his hardon went down and looked at my own cock. Stephen's hand was still around it, and both my cock and his hand were dripping with my cum. He looked at me, bent his head, and sucked my cock and his hand clean. The post-orgasmic sensitivity of my cock almost made me pass out from the sensations of his tongue on my cockhead, it felt so good. Finally, he pulled off also, and we both zipped up our pants. I couldn't wait to go on another field trip with him.