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BUS RIDEThe day was growing long and I had been awake now for over24 hours. From here it was only two more hours before Iwould be in Toronto but I knew I had to get at least somesleep. The seats were very uncomfortable and I squirmed toget settled. What do you expect for five dollars and fiftycents? Oh, well. The bus ride was not the important thing.As long as I get there, I’ll be quite happy. At that momentI felt an evil grin coming on and I drifted off into a deepsleep.”Steve. Is that you?”, came a voice. Was I dreaming?”It’s me, John. Gee! At least say ‘hi’. I don’t expect youto jump on me or anything. Just a simple ‘hi’ would do quitenicely.””Oh! Hi. Gee. It’s nice to see you. What are you doinghere?”, I asked, not quite sure of whether I was dreaming ornot.”You don’t remember? YOU invited me down for the weekend.””Huh. Yeah. Is it that weekend already? Boy oh boy. Theplace is a mess. I’d better clean up a bit before you evenbother coming in.””Forget the mess cutie, I’m not here to inspect yourapartment. May I come in?””Whah? John? Sure, yeah. Come in, please.” What did he justsay? I must be dreaming.”It’s been a long time Steve. Yer still the same old Stevethough – mind in the clouds!””I’m just tired John. I’ve had a busy week – seemed morelike a month. What brings you here?””Come on. You can’t be serious. Yer k**ding me, right?””I do remember inviting you down for the weekend … “, hecut me off.”Yer damn right you did, and I didn’t travel 500 miles tohave the door shut in my face.””No. NO. Of course not. Please. I’m just a bit tired. You’llhave to excuse my confusion. I’m really quite happy that youdecided to come.””Well…ok. That’s the Steve I came to visit”, he said inrather maniacal tone.John hadn’t changed one bit since high school. Dark brownhair – still all there – and those gorgeous green eyes. Hisbody hadn’t lost it’s shape, a perfect chest with a fewwisps of hair that I could see jutting out of the top ofhis open shirt and the roundest tastiest looking buns I haveever seen.”How do you keep so fit John? I couldn’t help but, er,notice.” I smiled and inadvertently gulped, something whichdidn’t go unnoticed.”Steve. Let’s cut the small talk. I didn’t come here tosmall talk either. Well, at least not right now. Maybeafter…”, he stopped and winked at me then glanced sidewaysso that I couldn’t respond with an open mouth or a look ofhorror.I was always unsure about my sexuality. John did somethingto me though. He made me feel whole and that was somethingwhich I had not felt since we parted 8 years ago. It wassomething which I had always wanted to have again but it wasalways out of my control.”John. It really is great seeing you again. I’m really quitehappy that you decide to come.””Yeah. You said that already. Nervous?”, his face lit and asmile came to him.”Me nervous. ‘Bout what?” I was trying very hard not toquiver outwardly but I felt like jelly inside. My stomachwas turning over and over and I felt like a bad k** standingbefore the principal.”It’s okay, Steve. Why don’t I just put you to bed so youcan get some sleep?””I do need the sleep and I really think I should go to bed,but I’ll only go on one condition.””Name it bud.””You come with me.” There. canlı bahis siteleri I had said it. It made me feelrelieved and at the same time somewhat scared. I’d neverslept with a man before. And if ever I was going to, itwould have to be John. He was so perfect. I had alwaysworshipped him at school and had always known he was queer.The other k**s used to tease him and I was guilty of joiningin a few times too. I never wanted to, but all the k**s didit and whenever I tried to defend John they would all turnon me and call me a fairy and a fag. I just couldn’t handleit. But whenever we called John names, he would just look atus and stand there. His face wouldn’t change an inch. Hejust stood there.One time I remember being pushed to the front of thecrowd. John had seen me and looked at me intensely withthose emerald eyes. His gaze caught me by surprise. I triedto push my way back and hide ‘cos I was always scared thatthe other k**s would find out about me. My efforts were allin vain. I was always a runt and never strong enough to doanything but lift my pencil.Not being able to get out of sight, I decided to look up andtake my lumps. I may not have been strong but I wascertainly emotionally stable enough to know how to take mymedicine.John was still staring at me. I didn’t know what to do so Ijust stood there, looking deeper and deeper into hiswidening gaze. Any second I was sure that I would be face toface with his soul. The k**s, all yelling, pushed aheadsuddenly and I fell forward onto my hands and knees. I guesshe sort of knew that I didn’t want the other k**s to know.He could have helped me up but he didn’t. Something I wasvery glad for at the time, but it makes me sad to thinkabout it now.It gets me so depressed to see people picked on. One neverreally understands it until you have been picked onyourself. It’s a whole different story then.The covers tickled the bottom of my nose and I felt a kisson the cheek.”You dozed off mid-sentence Steve. You must really be tired.Why don’t I just let you sleep?””No. It’s okay. I was just day-dreaming.””Well it sure must have been a good one ‘cos your eyes wereglued shut and the noise coming out of your mouth certainlywasn’t opera”, he chuckled.”No. Well. I was just remembering school. You remember thattime when all the k**s were out yelling fag and queer atyou?””Hey! If I had that good a memory…it really happened moreoften than you may have been aware.””Really? Well, the one time I remembered was outside theboys entrance. You know, right near the bicycle racks. Therewere alot of guys all round you all yelling and stuff.Mickey Ruttledge shoved me right at you but I fell. Don’tyou remember staring…”, I stopped. My feelings about thatstare had become a personal treasure. I was not about togive them away.”I think I do remember Steve. Yes. I did sort of notice youbeing flung to the ground there. I was surprised to see youthere altogether. I didn’t think you were that kind of guy!””Well…to be really honest John. I didn’t think I was thatkind of a guy either. Do you know what I mean?” I didn’thave to say any more. John knew what I meant and he huggedme reassuringly. “I was never certain John, you mustunderstand, perabet but I haven’t been happy with what I have beendoing and many questions keep coming back to haunt me.””Like what? I wouldn’t want you to be unhappy Steve. Please,won’t you share your thoughts with me?”, he said boldly. Isensed the strength and sincerity of his words and began toformulate my response.”I don’t know if you ever suspected me in school…I don’tknow how you could of though ‘cos I didn’t suspect myselfuntil just recently…anyway, I think that I…”, I justcouldn’t continue. The shock of telling someone aboutfeelings I held so close, but this was John! No one knew howor just what I felt. I decided to continue, after a littlemore encouragement.”I’m pretty sure that I might be gay.” There. I’d said it.It was out and there was no covering it up.”It’s okay Steve. I can understand how you must feel. It’snot exactly a secret that I am. People have always knownthat. Even before I knew myself, they did. Always, at schoolthe k**s would shout at me and pick fights. I never wantedto fight, but if it came to that, I would have to. I learnedto take care of myself real quick!””John. Would you kiss me?” Again, I was sharing my treasuredemotions.”I’d like to do more than that Steve. You know I’ve alwaysliked you”, he said smiling. His eyes shone and I detected astrong scent on the air. It felt good. I felt good. Thewhole idea was good. At long last, I might know myself.At that moment, I didn’t feel tired at all. It was like athousand people had pushed me into this, all expecting me toat last free myself from the bonds of society. And, witheach passing second, it became less and less a struggle as Ifell into John’s arms.Warmth rushed over me and made me tingle. I hadn’t noticedthat John was completely naked nor had I noticed that I wastoo. He must have undressed me! As shocked as I was torealize it, the fact only made me feel comfortable,completely.As he came under the sheets, I felt his body touching mineas the water in the bed settled. A wave of John descended onme and I was as rigid as a surfboard and just as eager to beridden.He came close and hugged me tightly. Oh…he was so strong.I lost myself in his embrace. My head rested gently on hischest and I could hear his heart thumping, echoing in thatenormous cavern. I felt a leg wrap itself around my backlike a serpent climbing a tree, his lips met mine and myeyelids fell heavily shut.The visions filling my head were wonderful. I was waitinganxiously for the next act and it was then that I felt ahand where no one had touched before. I could feel myselfrising like a bird taking flight. The tension of not havingslept was swept away and the hand that vanquished it beganto move.The bed rocked as we moved from side to side, top to bottomand end over end. I wanted all of him. I never wanted it toend. His hand, working solo, was soon joined by another. Itcaressed my back. Rubbing me into ecstasy. And still thevisions danced in my head making me wonder what would comenext.His hand moved down my back and his lips left mine, slidingover my stubbled chin and onto my throat. He tickledsomewhat but the feeling was accompanied by so perabet giriş much moistwarmth that it served only to elevate me more. He begannibbling, making me a necklace all the way around to myears, where he began to gorge himself on my unprotectedlobes.That faithful hand was there to meet him and I heard himlick it and then it was gone. He continued to nibble andcaress me and I lost myself in the passion of the moment.Then without warning, I felt something warm and moist rushbetween my buttocks. God did it feel good – the onesensation which I had never had yet knew was there.It continued. His head slowly left my neck and I felt acloud of warmth pass over my chest. His breath was moist andfriendly. Just when I thought all pleasures were mine, mynipples grew erect at the onslaught of his tongue. He suckedand sucked and sucked and licked and licked and sucked somemore. My head went back and the pillow swallowed me on bothsides. It was then that I felt a finger sliding in and outof me and his mouth finally reached my erect cock.First his tongue followed the contours, just checking tomake sure everything was in preparation. Droplets ofmoisture forming from his heavy breathing made a home wherehis tongue had explored and then one gasp preceded a rush ofheat.He went down on me hard and began sucking away all theinhibitions programmed by society. It felt good. My nippleswere still hard and not fully recovered from their lastvisitation. My ears sung and the scent of his manhood wasstrong in the air. I grasped hard at the sheets trying hardto hold on and to keep myself on the ground, but thepleasures were just too much and they overwhelmed me atlast.His mouth left me but his finger was still woking hard andhad found my prostate. The first shots jetted into the airand another hand helped them to life. I gasped for breathe,my eyelids blinked uncontrollably and my head cocked fromside to side. I spasmed again and more cum shot into theair. It felt so good. So good.The orgasm seemingly lasted for minutes more than seconds. Ican remember every thought I had. It was like I was dyingand my whole life passed before my eyes. I suppose in asense I did die at that moment, but only to be born anewinto the world I had so angrily shunned in my earlier highschool years.John’s gaze found me lying their naked and on my back. Ilooked up at him and smiled. He fell on me, kissing me onthe cheek, an arm circling my waist.”Hey. You’re gonna miss your stop”, came a loud siren likevoice.”What? Huh?” I turned, opening my eyes. The sun was brightand I had to blink a couple of times before I could focusevenly. The bus had come to a stop. I was in Toronto. I hadbeen dreaming.Maybe it was an omen of something in my future. I’d wrestledlong enough with the idea of being gay and I was sick andtired of people telling what I could and couldn’t do. It wasabout time I made up my own mind.One quick glance at my watch reassured me as to exactlywhere I was, I grabbed my bags and walked the aisle to thedoor. The sign overhead read “Please watch your step” and asI looked down to take a footing a figure filled the doorway.”John. Is that you?”, I cried, somewhat surprised that hehad actually come down to the bus terminal to meet me.”You bet bud. Would I miss the chance to pick you up?” Helaughed. We both did. He d****d an arm about my shoulder andwe walked off to his car.”Sure has been a long time Steve. I’m really quite happythat you decided to come.”

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