The Soldier on the Bus

Good Boy

I was in my last year of high school in the mid-eighties.  I'd known I was gay since I was about eleven or twelve, but was deeply in the closet, and still a virgin. Dad dropped me at school each morning on his way to work, but I had to catch two buses to get home.

The bus from school to the main road, where I changed, never had many people on it.  On Monday afternoons however, a young soldier would be on it, and get off at the same stop I did.  He was about thirty, I suppose, which seemed old to me at the time.  Handsome, pale, and dark-haired, he had a lithe, though manly physique, like a soccer player.  He wore a formal uniform, not fatigues, suggesting he worked in an office somewhere.  All year round, he wore dress shorts, regardless of the weather, showing off his sleek, hairy legs.  To a horny, virginal, kid like me he was sex on legs.

I'd try to take a seat so I could look at him as much as possible without being conspicuous.  I especially loved looking at his legs and bulge, and attempting to see as far up his shorts as possible. Every now and then he'd catch me looking, and I'd look away, mortified. After a while though, our eyes would meet, and he'd raise his eyebrows, or even wink at me.

He used to get off at the same stop as me, but headed off into a side street, while I went to catch my second bus, looking longingly after him.  After a few weeks of the winks and furtive glances, he didn't disappear when we got off the bus, but followed me to the other stop. I was having trouble breathing, wondering what was happening.

"So, you wanna come to my place?" he asked, casually.

Before I could think about it, I nodded.

"Come on then," he said, and headed off down his usual route.

I hurried after him, trembling and breathing heavily.  I was so nervous.  We walked side by side, and he must have noticed my anxiety.

"You sure you want this?" he asked, leaving even naïve me in little doubt about what I was going to his place to do.

"Yeah... yes," I stammered.

"Ever done this before?"

I thought briefly about lying, afraid he wouldn't be interested in a virgin, but I'm not good at deceit, and so admitted I hadn't.

"We'll go slow.  I won't hurt you."

"Okay."

"Good boy."  It was kind of reassuring to have him say this, and I relaxed a little.

We soon arrived at a small block of flats, and he directed me up the stairs.  As I walked up ahead of him, I suddenly felt his hand grab my arse crack.  I gasped, jumped a little, and involuntarily pushed my arse back on to his hand.

"Yeah," he said, approvingly.  "You're gonna love this."

He propelled me on up the stairs, and let me into his small flat.  Closing the door behind him, he turned and just looked at me for a moment.  I was trembling quite a lot.

"Don't be nervous," he said. "I won't hurt you."

He came over to me, and I looked hesitantly into his eyes.  Taking me with one hand behind my waist and one on the back of my head, he pulled me against him, and kissed me.  I couldn't believe I was in a man's arms, and melted into him.  I was still shaking a bit as he pulled his mouth from mine, and I swallowed apprehensively.

"Good boy," he soothed me, and brought our faces together again.  This time, his tongue worked it's way into my mouth and I opened up to him, thrilling at the sensation of having him inside me. The hand on my waist moved down, and pressed firmly into my arse crack.  I moaned into his mouth and sank onto his hand.

"I'm Leigh, by the way," he said, looking intently into my eyes after he withdrew from my mouth.

"Anthony... I'm Anthony," I said.

"You're going to be a good boy from me, aren't you, Anthony?"

"Yes," I said.

"You do want this right?" he asked, in a slightly more serious tone.  I didn't understand why he was asking this.  It didn't occur to me at the time, the risk he was taking with me.

"Yes..."

"Tell me what you want."

"I want to have sex with you," I said, with a certainty I wasn't entirely sure of.  Hormones had well and truly taken over, though.  "I want you to fuck me."

"Good boy."  He released me, then unbuttoned my shirt to reveal my boyish torso.  "Nice."

I shivered as he moved his hands over my skin.  His fingers found my nipples and fondled them, and I sighed in pleasure.

"You like that?" he asked.

"Yes," I gasped in reply.  

He lowered his head, took one of my nipples in his mouth, and worked it with his tongue.  I nearly came right then. Leigh laughed a little at my convulsions, and the sounds I was making in response to these new feelings.

"Good boy."

Leigh knelt down in front of me, unbuckled my pants and pulled them down.  My dick was hard against my underwear.  He freed it, and without hesitation, took me in his mouth.  My knees went weak, and I nearly fell over.  His hand moved up to play with my nipples again, as he expertly sucked my boyish erection.  I looked down into his eyes looking up at me.  He held my look, which must have been rapturous with shock and delight at what I was feeling.

Still with me in his mouth, Leigh took my hands and placed them on the back of his head.  I loved the touch of his thick, dark hair, but didn't know what else to do.  He put one of his hands on top of mine and pushed.  I got the hint, and held his head more firmly into my crotch, while he bobbed up and down on my dick.

Unsurprisingly, it didn't take long for me to tense up on the brink of climaxing.  I moved to pull out of his mouth, but Leigh quickly grabbed my hips, and held me inside him.  I exploded!  Cumming and cumming, Leigh swallowing down every squirt.

"Sorry," I panted.

"Good boy," he told me again, brushing aside the apology.  "You taste good."

I tried to process this, as he stood up and undressed, revealing his lean, masculine body.  He had a light dusting of hair around his nipples and on his stomach, and a cock that to my inexperienced eye seemed much larger than mine.  All the guys in my family were circumsised, so his uncut, semi-hard was a little odd to me.

Leigh came over, and kissed me deeply again, pressing his naked body against mine.

"Your turn," he said, and eased me down to my knees.

His uncut cock was in face, and the manly musk of his groin washed over me.  It was intoxicating.

I looked up into this expectant face.

"Go on.  Suck it," Leigh instructed, and pulled my face toward his penis.  I opened my mouth and tasted another man's cock for the first time.  Hesitantly, but with growing enthusiasm, I sucked and licked at it inexpertly, loving the smell and feel of it on my tongue, and against the sides of my mouth.

"Good boy," he cooed. "Good little bitch boy."

Being called a bitch boy was strange at first, but I quickly decided I liked being Leigh's bitch.

He took my head in both hands and gently fucked my face.  I liked him taking control, but gagged when he went a little too deep, and thankfully he didn't push it too far. When Leigh started to moan, I got off on the thought of pleasuring him.

"Oh, yeah.  Good bitch boy," he encouraged.

I was a bit worried he was going to cum in my mouth, like I'd done to him.  After a while though, he withdrew his now very hard cock from my mouth, and helped me to my feet.  I was momentarily worried that it was over, but Leigh proceeded to finish undressing me, and led my into the bedroom.

He pushed me back against the edge of the bed, and tongued my mouth again.  Then he inserted a couple of fingers into my mouth, which I sucked instinctively.  His tongue taking their place, he reached around with the saliva-covered fingers, and probed my arse.  I nearly came again, and whimpered into his mouth.

"I'm going to fuck you now," he told me, forthrightly.  "You want me to fuck you, don't you?"

"Yes," I almost pleaded.

"Good bitch boy," he approved.

Leigh got me on the bed, spooning me from behind. His left arm underneath me, he pulled my face around to resume kissing me, while his right explored my nipples, my dick and finally my arse.  Distracting me with his tongue, alternating between my mouth and nipples, Leigh worked his fingers into my arse, again.  He took his time working and stretching my hole, and getting me so excited I was nearly begging him to fuck me.

Adding to the excitement the whole time, he was telling me what a good little bitch I was, that I was his bitch, how he was going to give his bitch a good fucking.  I reveled in the commentary and anticipation of what he was going to do to me.

Eventually he reached over, unwrapped a condom with one hand and his teeth, and deftly rolled it onto himself.  I was a little relieved,  This was the eighties after all, and he'd gotten me so worked up, I probably would have let him bareback me.

Next, Leigh lubed his cock, and then my arse, which was feeling empty without his fingers at this point.  I felt him position his cock against my arsehole, and I gasped.

"Relax as much as you can," he told me, looking benevolently into my eyes.

He took my hip with his right hand, and started to ease into me.  I groaned and gritted my teeth at the pain.  I don't know if he didn't like my pained noises, was afraid I'd be heard, or just liked controlling me, but he covered my mouth with his left hand, and clamped my head against his shoulder.

Leigh continued easing into me, telling me to relax, what a good bitch I was, and how it would feel good once I relaxed.  I whimpered against his hand-gag, and he kept stopping to allow me to relax, pressing forward again when I did.  His hips finally pressed up against my arse, as he bottomed out inside me.

"Good little bitch boy."

Slowly he drew back and slid forward again.  The pain and discomfort gave way to pleasure.  Leigh obviously heard the change in my moaning, and quickened his pace.  I lost myself in the sensations overwhelming me.  Held up against a sexy man, his cock filling me up, the pleasure coursing over me.

I panted when he removed his hand from my mouth, but only briefly as he kissed me passionately.  I sucked hungrily on his tongue, and clenched my arse around his cock, rejoicing in his multiple violation of me.

Groaning with pleasure, his cock never leaving my arse, Leigh rolled me over on to my stomach.  I loved the feel of his weight on top of me.  He held my wrists down to the bed on either side of my head, and his cock drove deeper into me.  With better leverage, he pounded me against the bed, not seeming to mind all the noise I was making now.

Leigh was fit, and had great stamina.  I don't know how long he fucked me, but I didn't want it to end. I came at least once into the bedsheets underneath me.  Ultimately, I felt him drive into me, tense and hold, cumming inside me for some time.

He relaxed and slumped on top of me.  Again, I loved the sensation of his weight on me, his cock still inside me.  It really turned me on, the pleasure he took in having me, using me.

His breathing becoming more regular, Leigh rolled over and out of me, and lay back on the bed.  Propping himself up on an elbow, he turned me over and looked affectionately into my eyes.

"Thank you, my hot, little bitch boy," he said appreciatively, languidly tracing a finger around my right nipple.

I smiled back at him.  I liked being his bitch, his approval, and his obvious satisfaction in fucking me.

He started kissing me again, his hand working my nipple more insistently, then moving down to my very hard dick.  As he started stroking me, I said, "Put your hand over my mouth again."  He looked at me with a little surprise.  "Yeah.  I like it," I said.

Leigh sat up, clamped his left hand over my mouth, and resumed stroking my dick.  Then he went to work on my nipples with his tongue and mouth.

I quickly climaxed again - I'd lost track of how many times - and came all over us both.

After we rested for a while, Leigh took me into the bathroom, and we showered together.  He soaped me up, and rinsed me down, and ended up blowing me again, against the shower wall.

Leigh drove me home and dropped me a few streets away.

"Hey," he called as I got out of his car. "See you next Monday."

He smiled at me, and I beamed goofily back at him.  I waved as he drove away, and stumbled home.  I was sore and spent, but walking on air...  And I couldn't wait for Monday.