The Houseguest: Mikey's Tale

Soldier on a Bus: Alex's Tale

This continues on from Mikey's tale, but whereas I had originally wanted to go back and give Alex's perspective on the events, feedback convinced me to continue the story. I may yet go back, but it looks as though that idea is shelved for the moment. 

I would appreciate any feedback, positive or negative, in order to help me improve. I hope that you enjoy. This is an original work of fiction, any resemblance to people, real or fictional, is purely coincidental.

We got to the bus station, and I got out. My head was spinning. I had not been with anyone in a while, and suddenly, I had had three loads dumped in me in one day. As I reached in to get my bag, he called out, “faggot!”.  I winced when he called me that. He seemed to treat me with such contempt most of the time, and then would be the sweetest guy. I was constantly second guessing myself, his intentions and what we were doing. I cannot deny that the way that he took control of my body was a turn-on.

I put my head in the front window, and a bit unsure about what Mikey wanted, I said, “Yes sir?”

This was greeted with something being thrown in my face. I got a whiff of Mikey’s body odour, and when I grabbed them, I saw from the streetlight that they were his boxers.

I vaguely heard him saying “Present for you.” As I gaped at them in shock for a second and realising that there were people around quickly stuffed them into my pocket. I am not going to lie, I was getting turned on by the fact that my lover and the abuser of both my holes had just given me something so personal, filled with his unique smell. This was the smell that I had reluctantly had to wash off me before his parents arrived home. The odour that had dripped onto my back and front as he ground his large cock into my insides. I smiled. I realised that I was turning into his bitch, but I was also more ok with that than I would have thought possible.

Seeing my smile, he said, “If you bring another pair next time you visit, I’ll wear them for you and then give them back at the end of your visit, filled with more of my man sweat. Don’t be a stranger.”

“Oh don’t worry sir, I think that my tank will need a refill before too long.”

I was somewhat in a daze as I walked into the bus station and made my way to the bus. There were only a couple of people waiting, which I was grateful for. I wanted some time to think, without having someone invading my personal space. The people in front of me sat at the front of the bus, so I moved towards the back, and sat in one of the seats, putting my bag on the rack above my head. Lost in thought I was jolted back to reality by a young soldier in uniform sitting next to me. My first thought was, “Why didn’t I put my bag next to me?” Followed by, “Why is he sitting next to me when the bus is virtually empty?”

“Hey?” I said with a question in my voice, body language and eyes.

He leaned closer to me and said, “Hi. My name is Roman. I don’t usually do this, but I saw you in the car, and I was hoping you could help me out.”

The lights went off and the bus lurched backwards as it started pulling out of the platform to begin the journey.

“I don’t know…” I started to sputter before his hand quickly reached into my pocket and grabbed Mikey’s boxers, holding them up. I sighed, defeated. I had been caught.

“Look,” he said tenderly, “I saw your head come up when we were at the traffic light, and when we got to the bus station, I didn’t see you guys kissing. Then, when he threw these at your face [motioning to the boxers], I assumed that you weren’t a thing. I’m sorry if I misread the situation. I’m just a horny 19 year old who would like a blow job.”

I could feel the shift in demeanour from a cocky man to a horny, and slightly out of his depth, youth that was just looking to get his needs taken care of. It was then that I looked at him. The flickering light from passing streetlights showed that he had pale white skin with blonde hair in a crew cut. He was tall, at least at tall as me, if not an inch or two taller. He was solidly built. Whereas Mikey had been more on the wiry side, Roman was big, but in a healthy, almost puppy-dog fat kind of way. Looking at the insignia on his uniform, I knew that he was in a fighting unit, so he was obviously fit. He was really good looking, and I was beginning to make up my mind to help him out.

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have done this.” He said, slightly nervous now, and starting to get up, “I’ll find somewhere else to sit.” I grabbed his hand as he got up and put the boxers on the seat he had just vacated. His hand, like the rest of him, was large and beefy. I could feel myself getting turned on again as my mind raced over how stupid I was being, and how much I really wanted to help this kid out.

He looked at me with a questioning look and I crooked my finger in a come-hither sign. He leant in, and I whispered, “I’m sorry, I was taken by surprise. You read the situation perfectly well. We are not a thing. I am not so experienced, but you are cute and I would like to help you out. (I glanced to the back seat, and saw that it was not occupied, so I continued) Go to the back seat, sit in one of the corner seats, drop your pants and I’ll come join you.” He lifted his head nodding, and then went to the back of the bus. I stuffed the boxers back into my pocket. After a few moments, I moved to the back and spread out along the rest of the seats as though I was lying down and resting my head on this young stud’s lap. He had dropped his trousers and underwear to just below his balls so that I had easy access, but he could also pull them up at a moment’s notice, should the need arise.

Flickers of light coming from the outside allowed me to see this solid slab of meat. It was big and thick, like the rest of him. Even semi-hard, it looked as though I was going to have my work cut out for me. The shaft was just a solid lump of alabaster, with his head encased in the flesh of his foreskin. This is unusual in the country, but this weekend had been a cornucopia of experiences, so why not include giving a blowjob to an uncut penis in the back of a public bus. I stretched out my hand and took hold of it. As my fingers wrapped around the shaft, I used my thumb to gently rub the soft skin of the shaft. His dick was warm, and soft and full (I just do not know how to describe it, but I am sure that you know what I mean). I realised that my fist barely made it around the python that I held in my hand. My mouth started watering, even as a part of my mind was concerned that I might not be able to fit this monster into my mouth. My tongue darted out and I ran it along the length of the shaft, savouring the taste of this young cock. It jerked in my hand as more blood seeped into the shaft. He let out a sigh and seemed to relax even more into the seat. I raised my head and gently pulled back the foreskin to reveal a waxy smooth head. I licked around it and under the base of the head. I had not previously been a fan of the funky flavour of an uncut penis, but Roman’s funk was actually getting me excited. The attention to his cockhead caused Roman to lift one arm and place it on my shoulder, which he squeezed in encouragement, and the other he stroked through my hair. I licked from the base of the shaft up to the head again, eliciting another sigh. It was unlike the few cocks that I had hitherto come into contact with in that it was not in the least bit veiny. With my free hand, I started fondling his heavy and furry balls. Something came over me, and I decided to explore his nutsack. I lifted his heavy balls and licked the sweat off of them. I was blown away by how good sweat could taste and actually enjoyed the smell, given that I had inhaled as I had licked. I then popped one ball into my mouth, being very careful not to let my teeth touch this sensitive organ. After wiping the entire testicle with my tongue, I let it out and pulled the second one into my mouth. At this point, he sighs, “Oh yeah. This feels so good.” I am a sucker for compliments, so I decide that I am going to give this soldier the best blowjob I have ever given another man. I raise my head and, remembering what Mikey had said in the car, I slid his man meat into my mouth whilst trying to cover my teeth with my lips. I feel his hand, that had been gently stroking through my hair suddenly grip my head whilst his hips buck forward. I was not expecting this, and he hits my gag reflex and I choke. I came up gasping for air and trying to overcome the gagging sensation in my throat. I try to muffle the sound of my coughing and spluttering, and he realises what he has done, says, “Sorry, I got carried away.” And then sits on his hand.

This gesture, yet another one of concern for me where I had previously been used as a cum-dump made me wish that I could deep throat this hunky man. I made a mental note that if this became an ongoing affair, I would make it a mission to impale myself on his cock until his pubes were grinding into my nose.

As soon as I have myself under control, I stick his weapon into my mouth and I start tonguing it for all I am worth. My tongue is flickering over the piss slit and slithering between the head and the foreskin. My hands on his balls are gently fondling them as my hand around the base of his cock is starting to pump his cock furiously. The girth of his cock is about the same size as an Axe deodorant can, and it is about 9’ long. I will admit that I struggled slightly, ok I felt like I was dislocating my jaw trying to get this monster into my mouth. I was not going to fail though, I needed to support the troops. So, I alternate bobbing up and down with his cock in my mouth with his foreskin over the head and bobbing up and down his shaft with the foreskin pulled back. I mainly just got the head into my mouth before the sheer size caused it to hit my gag reflex. I start to taste a slightly salty taste mixing with my saliva and I realised that he was starting to leak pre-cum. Intermittently, I lick the precum and the saliva that I seem to be producing at a rate of buckets off the shaft so that I am making as little mess as possible, whilst also getting to savour the texture of this soft shaft that is standing rigidly at attention. I enjoy running my tongue up and down his shaft. The different textures of the shaft, the head and the foreskin fascinated me. The throbbing of the dick has me mesmerised. His soft moans of pleasure gave me a thrill, knowing that I was giving pleasure to another man. He squirms when I run my tongue between his foreskin and his head. He also starts to breath heavier as I continue my ministrations.

“Oh, yes!! Just like that. It feels so good. You must be an expert.” He hissed under his breath.

I try to double my efforts. I even start to try and get this beautiful cock down my throat, with not too much success. I continue to bob up and down whilst wanking his beautiful cock. My own cock is rigid in my pants and I am grinding it into the seat below me. I am pretty sure that I am oozing precum with how turned on I am, having a soldier’s massive sausage filling my mouth, my tongue winding its way around and around the head and all this in a public bus where anyone could come and find us in this compromising position at any time.

I am so completely focussed on giving him pleasure that I stop when he squeezes my shoulder and lets me know that he is about to cum. I realise that I actually want to swallow this man’s cum and I suction down, with my lips were making the tightest “O” that I can manage so as not to spill his seed, whilst my tongue starts swallowing rapidly so that I do not waste a single drop. This had the added benefit of causing my rough tongue to run over the soft and now sensitive head causing him to buck his hips and start ejaculating into my mouth. The throbbing and twitching cock is barely contained into my mouth now that it is reaching its full glory. I was pleasantly surprised to taste how sweet his cum was and I was happy that my mouth was full of it. I swallowed most of it before the next load came gushing out. In all, he came seven times, each time a little less than before, but most of them filling the scant space that was left in a mouth full of cock. I savoured the salty-sweet and gooey textured baby batter that filled my mouth, even as I raced to ensure that I did not allow any of it to get on his uniform. I secretly hoped that there would be a next time so that I could try and save the last ejaculate in my mouth and get to play with it before I swallowed it.

His cock started to soften, and he relaxed in a state of post-ejaculatory bliss. I licked the shaft and balls trying to ensure that he was as clean as possible after his blowjob. I felt an involuntary jerk at some point and realised that he was now sensitive. I gave his piss slit one last lick to remove any ejaculate that might have been left there and got up and went back to my seat. I had just sat down when the bus started slowing down and the lights went on so that a person getting off could see the stairs. I was relieved that we had managed to finish undetected. I also felt elated that I had given another man pleasure. But I was a little concerned, was I becoming a whore?

As the bus started moving again, and the lights dimmed, a rather cheery voice besides me asks, “Is this seat taken?” Realising that it is Roman, I told him, “No, I was saving it for you.” He chuckled softly.

“Great.” He sat down, leaned closer to me so that his next words would be drowned out by the sound of the bus, “That was incredible. Thank-you. I’m guessing you live in the city. If so, can we exchange numbers so we can meet up again. It’s cool if you would prefer not. I don’t think I even got your name. I am so rude. I am so sorry.” He was babbling, which I found really cute. Here was a big soldier talking like an excited kid in a candy shop. I was definitely developing a crush on him, so I decided to see where this would lead. I gently squeezed his thigh to get him to stop talking so that I could something.

“I do live in the city, and I would love to see you again. My name’s Alex. Give me your phone and I’ll give you my number.” He reached into his pocket, extracted his phone and handed it to me. I keyed in my number and handed it back to him with an O faced emoji after my name, as I said, “So you can remember what my face looked like whilst enjoying your big, juicy, gorgeous cock.”

The flickering streetlights allowed me to see him blush a little. I kissed his shoulder, placed my hand on his meaty thigh and rested my head on his shoulder. He brought his hand over to mine and flipped it over so that we could sit with our hands palm to palm and with our fingers interlaced. He even leaned his head against mine until there was a ping of someone alerting the driver to the fact that they wanted to get off and we separated. We were almost at the final stop, so I gave him a chaste peck on the cheek and told him that I needed to get up to get my bag. I checked the time and realised that I would need to run for my bus, so I told him to keep in contact, and that I looked forward to hearing from him. He assured me that he would.

On Thursday, I got a WhatsApp, “Hey sexy, so my commander has decided that we will have this weekend off. Can I get an address? I’ll come over on my way home.”

I saw his picture and immediately texted him back with my address and warned him that I was travelling for the weekend, but the good news was that my flatmates had left for the weekend, so we had the place to ourselves.

But that is a story for another day my friends…