by Rob Rosen
Jimmy looked at the bobbing prick. “Not bad.”
“But you’ve got me by a little.” Will pumped gently on Jimmy’s cock.
Man, that feels good! The GI stretched and spread his legs as far as they would go. He closed his eyes as Will picked up the rhythm.
“I saw a bigger one once,” the kid panted. “But yours is the biggest cock I ever, well, jacked off.” Jimmy opened his eyes and saw Will with a cock in each hand, jerking them both. Must have been ambidextrous because he sure as hell seemed to be doing a great job. Movement out of the corner of his eye startled Jimmy, but when he twisted around in the seat, no one was there.
“Do you feel it?” Will panted.
“Man, do I ever. Getting that feeling right…down…in…my…balls!” Jimmy whispered. Jeez, the kid was doing a whale of a job. His forefinger and thumb opened and closed around Jimmy’s cock like a fucking machine. Shit, he was good!
“I’m coming, kid,” Jimmy suddenly groaned, fighting to get his handkerchief out of his back pocket. He didn’t quite make it. The first contraction hit, paralyzing him. His jism shot up on his shirt. He caught the next glob in the white linen and felt the kid’s legs spasm as he hit his own orgasm. Shit! Jimmy didn’t know a hand job could feel like this.
It took a minute or so for the two of them to come back to earth. Jimmy had stowed himself away, and the kid was about halfway covered when the door to the john opened and the college kid emerged.
Aw crap! Had the jock seen anything? Didn’t act like it. And if he did, so what?
“One of these days I’m gonna learn to do the other. You know, with the mouth,” Will said, still gasping for breath. “Wish we had some more time; I might try it on you. I really like your cock.”
“Yeah, well, it likes your fist. Maybe we can try it again tomorrow night.”
“Can’t. I get off up the road a ways. Wish I could. Man, do I ever.”
As if on cue, the outlying lights of an approaching town glowed ahead of them. Jimmy took a good look at the kid. Pug-nosed, good-looking. A guy you’d figure was scheming on some girl. Instead, he’d hit on a lonely GI.
They said awkward goodbyes as the bus briefly stopped. Jimmy took the opportunity to slip into the onboard head and wash off his shirt. When it dried, the come wouldn’t show. That was the plan anyway.
Jimmy slept the remainder of the night, waking when the driver announced a breakfast stop. He shaved and took a spit bath in the sink of the men’s room at the station before changing into a clean uniform from his carryall. As he claimed a table, the college boy from the bus slid his cereal and fruit bowls on the table alongside Jimmy’s scrambled eggs and sausage.
“Mind if I join you?”
“What happened to your girlfriend?” Jimmy asked.
“Got off at the same stop as your boyfriend last night.”
Jimmy sat up straight. The jock laughed.
“Don’t get all bent out of shape. At least you got something besides talk out of him.”
“What the hell are you yammering on about?”
“About what I saw when I went to the restroom last night. He was whanging your big dong pretty good. Hell, he was beating both of them and didn’t miss a stroke.”
Caught fair and square, Jimmy shrugged. “Hell, I just got out of eight weeks of training. Haven’t fucked anyone in over two months.”
“So any port in a storm, huh?”
“I can’t believe we’re sitting here talking about this shit.” He gave college boy a closer look. Really good looking and sexy, but older than he first thought. This guy was at the upper end of the college experience, probably a couple of years older than Jimmy was.
“The kid do a decent job?”
He leaned forward and lowered his voice. “He did a damned decent job.”
“My name’s Doug. Yours is Jimmy. I heard the kid call you that. Anyway, Jimmy, I’ll show you what good really is if you’re still on the bus tonight. You know what’s better than a hand job?”
“Yeah, I can think of a couple of things.”
The college boy smiled. “What’s really good is my mouth sliding up and down your cock. Unless you’ve got the biggest one in the country, I can take the whole thing down my throat. I can suck come out of your nuts you didn’t even know you had.”
Jimmy felt his prick twitch. “You’ve sucked lots of guys, have you?”
“Just one. My college roommate. For the last four years. His come was strong and musky. I can hardly wait to taste yours.” College boy smiled and rose from the table. “Until tonight.”
Jimmy returned to the bus mentally shaking his head. Within five miles, he allowed the quiet drone of the motor to put him to sleep without once looking at what’s his name, Doug, two rows up and across the aisle. When he woke, the territory outside the windows had turned bleak and dramatic, so he figured they were into Arizona now. The air conditioner was struggling a little now to keep things comfortable. Shit, they’d be halfway to Tennessee if they didn’t stop at every Podunk town with a water tower. The bus was rarely on the interstate and seemed to find every back road in the country.
Doug left him alone at the lunch stop and the dinner layover, and as night fell, Jimmy figured the kid had just been leading him on. The number of passengers continued to dwindle. At nine o’clock, when college man went to the head, Jimmy pretended to be dozing. A few minutes later, Doug claimed the seat beside him.
“Is GI’s little Joe ready? It must be a big sucker. When you walk off the bus, your crotch leads your nose by…a nose. Rick’s—that’s my roommate—was eight inches. Yours beat that?”
“How the hell should I know?”
“Who else would, besides the kid last night?”
“How come you feel free to talk to me like this? You think I’m queer?”
Doug shrugged. “From what I saw last night, maybe. But I don’t know. Didn’t even know I was one until I swallowed Rick’s come the first time.”
Jimmy heard himself asking, “How’d that happen?”
“Double-dated. Struck out. Went back to the dorm with hard-ons. I saw his. He saw mine. We started doing what you and that kid were doing, but it wasn’t enough. Next thing I knew, I was sucking it down my throat. Neither one of us was much interested in girls after that. The night before graduation he begged me to do it one last time.”
“And you haven’t done it to anybody since then?”
“Nope. But when I saw what that kid was stroking last night, I almost threw him out of the seat and took over. Can I feel?”
Jimmy sighed and spread his legs once again. “Fuck, why not.”
Doug wasn’t as eager as Will, but he was a lot more thorough. He stroked the GI’s legs and crotch and belly until the cock threatened to burst through the khaki. Without asking, the college boy loosened Jimmy’s clothing and tugged his trousers down his thighs.
“Shit, man. Somebody might see.”
Doug gave a smile. “Not if you’ll do a better job of keeping an eye out. It’s up to you. I’ll be busy.” With that, the slender blond slid out of his seat and knelt on the floor. His tongue brushed the slit, picking up a small drop of precome. Then college boy opened his mouth and admitted the entire head. Jimmy’s whole body reacted with a twitch. Doug went down to near the end before swallowing it again, taking a little more each time. Giving his head a curious twist as he rode up and down the shaft, Doug kept at it until his lips finally touched the black, curly hair of the soldier’s wiry bush.
“Man, that’s great!” Doug said, coming up for air. “Gotta be at least as big as Rick’s. And thick, too. Can’t really take it all. Feel good?”
All Jimmy could do was grunt and shove the guy back down on him again. Doug ignored the soldier’s cock and licked his balls. Before it was over, Jimmy’s pants were down around his ankles, and Doug was licking and stroking everything he could reach. He even had one hand between Jimmy’s legs teasing his hole. Jimmy thought he’d go crazy.
Then the
buildup began in his balls. It radiated up into his belly. Even his nipples got into the act, standing up and tingling like mad. The soldier sighed and then let loose.
Doug didn’t break his rhythm when Jimmy exploded, flooding the college kid’s throat and nasal passages with milky spunk. College boy rode him all the way through the orgasm, sucking and swallowing. When the last drop had been pulled from Jimmy’s body, the GI lay back against his seat, duly exhausted. Doug sat back in his seat and grinned at him.
“Better than a hand job?”
“B-better,” Jimmy stammered.
Doug continued to stare at him until Jimmy realized he was still exposed. If anybody started for the head, he’d never get himself covered in time. Yet it seemed like a hell of an effort to move. Doug took it for an invitation and bent back to him, but Jimmy was finished. The college boy couldn’t even get a pulse out of it.
Jimmy pushed him away and wearily pulled his boxers and khakis into place, trying not to make too much noise fastening the freaking brass belt buckle. Then he mumbled his thanks.
Doug watched it all with interest. “You wanna know how you taste? Wish it was yours I’d been sucking for four years. You taste sorta sweet, not musky like Rick’s. I like the taste of it. And I like your cock, too. It’s a beauty.”
“Never heard anybody’s cock described that way.”
“Well, believe me, it is. I’ll suck you anytime, soldier boy.”
“Fine, next time I’m in fucking Nowheresville, I’ll look you up.”
The college boy was smart enough not to wear out his welcome. Within a few minutes, he moved back to his own seat, leaving Jimmy to wonder about what a great trip this was turning out to be.
The college boy disembarked at the next stop, and Jimmy was sufficiently motivated to write down the name of the place, although he didn’t even know the guy’s last name.
Stimulated by more action that he’d seen since his teenage years, Jimmy had trouble settling down for the remainder of the ride. He slept off and on the rest of the night, and alternated between dozing and sightseeing most of the next day. The bleakness of the desert and the plains was behind them now, so he figured they must be in eastern Oklahoma or even Arkansas. He’d have to pay more attention to the towns they passed through. One more frigging night on this mechanical monster and he’d be home. He smiled a secret smile. It hadn’t all been bad.
They threw him off the bus some place in western Arkansas. Nothing personal, they were merely retiring the old one and putting him aboard a new steed. He made a beeline for the men’s room at the depot and began the not-so-satisfactory process of washing out of a basin. He shaved, brushed his teeth, took off his shirt and washed his torso the best he could. In the middle of it, some guy came in, paused for a second to look at him, and locked himself into a stall.
Out of the corner of his eye, Jimmy saw that the guy had worn some sort of uniform, but that was about all except that he was a short man. Finished with the major part of his toilet, the soldier went to the urinal to empty his bladder. Still sensitive to male attention, he noticed a hole in the wall between the urinal and the shit stall. Not only that, there was an eye glued to the hole. Damned if he didn’t swell up a little when he pumped his cock to make sure the last drop had fallen. He stood a moment longer than necessary, allowing it to grow a little more before opening his trousers to arrange himself comfortably and smooth his shirttail inside. He almost laughed at the show he was giving the guy. Back at the basin to wash his hands, all he could see of the guy in the stall through the mirror was a gray walking shoe and an equally gray pants leg.
Jimmy was tempted to hang around outside the men’s room, but decided getting a good seat was a better use of his time. As soon as he stood in front of the door, other riders began lining up behind him. He laughed. Just like the fucking Army. Get in line and wait! The bus driver finally showed up to open the door and allow those transferring from the other bus to board first. Jimmy then took a seat in the back, noticing as he did so that the seat backs weren’t nearly so high in this vehicle. What the hell. Nothing was likely to happen on this leg of the trip.
The bus was half empty when the driver made a head count, announced the couple of stops and claimed his seat to guide the bus out of the depot and onto a busy commercial street.
This driver looked to be about twenty-five, much younger than the last bus jockey, and Jimmy didn’t know if that was of concern or not. If the Army had taught him one thing, it was that inexperience was not to be trusted. Every time a hotshot shave tail led the platoon on an exercise, all the guys in the detail knew they were in for a long haul. The grizzled NCOs could walk the compass in their sleep, but the damned second lieutenants couldn’t find their way to the mess hall. Worse, the sergeants wouldn’t tell the officers when they were heading in the wrong direction.
In any case, the driver was Mex or Indian or something exotic like that. At least he was dark complexioned. Black hair, dark-brown eyes. Jimmy watched him carefully as the guy maneuvered the bus through the city streets and picked up yet another two-lane highway. This driver was different than the previous one in another way, too. He constantly studied his charges in the rearview mirror. Jimmy smiled as he wondered if the high school kid and the college boy would have gotten away with what they’d done with this guy in charge.
Most of the other riders were short-term travelers. As evening approached, Jimmy was the only one left aboard. Within five minutes, the driver was eyeing Jimmy.
“Come on up and keep me awake.”
Jesus! He was kidding, wasn’t he? About the awake part, anyway. Nonetheless, Jimmy made his way up the aisle and took a seat on the right, almost opposite the driver.
“This is usually a lonely stretch,” the man said in a pleasant baritone. “Name’s Steve,” he added, indicating a driver’s ID that read Steven Larkson.
Shit, that didn’t sound Mexican or Indian. Jimmy took a better look. Still dark, still exotic. Mixture of bloods probably. Cajun maybe. Whatever, it blended in this guy to make one good-looking dude.
Over the course of the next few miles, he learned Steve was a vet. Got out last year. Marines, but he still considered the Army a semi-legitimate branch of the military…barely. Before long, they were talking like buddies from the trenches. Of course, some of Steve’s trenches had blood in them, but that didn’t seem to make any difference.
As they entered the outskirts of yet another town, Steve warned him there’d be a half-hour layover. Since the soldier had been on the bus for better than three days, Steve offered the use of a private shower in the back of the combination truck stop/ bus depot that was available to the drivers. Jimmy jumped on the offer, glad that he had one more clean Class A uniform in his bag.
The shower was the finest thing he’d experienced since…well, since college boy’s blow job. In fact, the shower might have had a slight edge. He applied the razor again to take off the little bit of stubble that had accumulated in the past few hours, and the toothbrush to take off the double cheeseburger he’d devoured a few minutes earlier. Man, he looked like a million bucks, even if he said so himself.
The bus was already filling with new passengers by the time he joined the line, and as he gave Steve a thumbs-up for the shower, he noticed the driver’s shoes. Gray walking shoes. Gray uniform. He almost stumbled over the step. Shit! Didn’t mean a thing, though. Lotsa guys wore gray shoes. Still, he remembered thinking the guy in the stall had worn some sort of uniform.
Once they were out of town, it was too dark to be certain, but damned if it didn’t seem like Steve’s eyes stayed on him in the rearview. Naw! He had to be wrong. This was one macho Marine.
Jimmy tried to sleep, but the damned bus kept starting and stopping. A lot of times they were halting out in the countryside. Who in the hell were these people getting off in the middle of fucking nowhere in the middle of the fucking night? Must be a bunch of farmers going home. By midnight, the bus was empty again except for him and the driver.
He thought Steve would call him up, but he didn’t. After a mile or so, Jimmy hesitantly got up and made his way to the front. The first thing he noticed was those damned shoes. Then he saw how fucking short Steve was. The guy in the stall had been short. Shit!
“What’s the matter?” Steve asked.
Jimmy hadn’t realized his reaction had showed. “Uh, nothing. Just thinking back to the first time I saw you.”
“In the men’s room, you mean? Didn’t think you noticed me.”
“Just a glimpse. Wasn’t sure.”
The ex-Marine smiled. “So now I’m caught out.”
“Maybe. Yeah. Guess so. What—”
“What was I thinking? Jeez, what a fucking hunk! Like to get my hands on that.”
Jimmy shook his head. “Crap, I don’t believe this.”
“Sorry if I offended you.”
“Naw, that’s not what I meant. It’s this fucking bus ride!” Steve shot him a look. “I mean, the first night, some high school kid jerked me off. The second, a college boy sucked my cock. And now my driver wants a piece of me! I don’t believe it.”
“Believe it. I want that big cock so bad I can taste it. I want to strip you buck-naked and suck on everything you’ve got. Then I want you to crawl on top of me and fuck me blind!”
“Fuck you? I’ve never fucked a guy before!”
“You don’t know what you’re missing.”
“Then I won’t miss it, will I? I don’t know about the fucking part, but the rest of it sounds okay. Hell, you were a damned Marine! How come you like to fuck guys?”
“Got the first cock up my ass in the Marines,” Steve replied. “We were on a field exercise, was in the winter, and this lance corporal and me crawled up in a deuce and a half loaded with fart bags. We bored down in the middle to get warm. Wasn’t long before that wasn’t all I was getting. Good-looking fucker screwed me half to death. That was a Marine fucking. Wonder how an Army fucking compares?”
“So I’m supposed to uphold the honor of the Army by fucking your ass?”
Steve grinned. “You’ll see worse duty.”
