MR. NATURAL

Part 1 - Midnight Ride

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It was near the end of the school year when Johnny's dad was hurt in an auto accident.� His dad survived the encounter with the dump truck, but he incurred numerous injuries, some serious.� After three weeks in the hospital, he was discharged in the care of his wife, but he was a long way from being fully recovered.� That would take months.� With her hands full caring for Johnny's dad, his mother decided it best that Johnny spend the summer with his grandmother.� Johnny's grandmother was happy to look after her 10 year grandson, whom she seldom saw .�

Everything was set, all except for how to get Johnny to his grandmother. From Johnny's home town, it was a two hour drive to the nearest commercial airport.� At the other end, it was another long journey by car for the grandmother to pick him up at the nearest airport, a prospect that his grandmother found intimidating.� To make matters worse, there wasn't a direct flight either; Johnny would have to change planes twice and his mother wasn't at all comfortable with that.�

Happily, Greyhound had� a direct bus from Johnny's hometown to where his grandmother lived.� It was a fairly long trip taking nearly eighteen hours, but it was direct... no changing buses.� As a bonus, it was also cheap.� The best schedule for all concerned was the Saturday 4 PM bus that would arrive at grandma's around 10 AM the next morning. Johnny's mother also figured that he'd sleep most of the way as it was an all night trip.

So, at the appointed hour of the appointed day, Johnny boarded the cross country bus to Grandma's.� He found a vacant row and took a window seat, stowing away his backpack under the seat in front of him.� Looking out the window, he saw his mom and waved to her.� Fighting back the tears, she waved back and threw him a kiss.� A moment later, the bus pulled away.

For the first thirty minutes or so, Johnny gazed out the window at the passing countryside.� Quickly growing bored, he took out the comic book his mother had bought for him earlier that day.

No sooner had he opened the comic book when the bus slowed to a stop at the next town.� Johnny glanced outside for a moment and then returned to his reading.�

Boarding the west bound bus, Bob glanced towards the back and was pleased to see that most of the seats were vacant. As he stepped towards the back, he noticed the young boy, seated by himself next to� the window engrossed in a comic book.� Quickly assessing the opportunity, he made ready to sit next to boy.

Johnny's concentration was broken when a man stopped at his aisle of seats and stowed away a knapsack in the overhead.� Looking up, Johnny saw a rather large man white hair and a full white beard.� The man was dressed very casually in khaki shorts and a flowery Hawaiian shirt.�

There was no one seated in seats across the aisle, so it surprised Johnny when the man asked, "Mind if I sit here?"

Bob didn't wait for Johnny to reply, flopping down in the seat beside Johnny. Seated, he stuffed a second knapsack under the seat in front of him

Neither spoke, and soon the bus was on its way again.� Johnny returned his attention to his comic book. The young boy was soon distracted when the man leaned forward and slipped off the sandals he was wearing.� Leaning back, the man unbuttoned his flowery shirt, giving Johnny a partial view of his hairy upper body. Johnny couldn't help but stare.

Bob smiled at Johnny and asked, "You don't mind if I get comfortable, do you?" as he pulled his shirt open, brazenly revealing his hairy middle-aged paunch, as well as his prominent puffy nipples.� "I have a long ride ahead of me," he added as an explanation.

"No,� it's okay," the young boy replied.

"Good," Bob responded as he reached down, grabbed his crotch and adjusted himself.

�"You have a long way to go?" Bob asked the gawking boy.

"I'm, I'm going to my grandma's," Johnny answered.

"Oh, and where's that?"

"Brubecker."

"Brubecker?� Outside of Palona?"

"I guess."

"That's a long way," Bob said suppressing a smile without revealing that he too was ultimately headed to Brubecker.

"Yeah.� I won't get there until 10 in the morning."

"Take my advice, son.� Make yourself comfortable and take off your shoes.� Me? I hate shoes.� Hurt my feet."

Johnny thought about that.� He liked to go barefoot too,� but his mother had told him it wouldn't be polite to take his shoes off in the bus. "Uh, my mamma told me to keep my shoes on."

"Is your mamma here?� Hell, I won't tell her," the man laughed.� "If you want to take your shoes off, take them off.� Socks too if you want." What the man said made sense to Johnny, so he kicked off his sneakers, but left his socks on.

The man then pulled a paperback book out of his knapsack and settled back. For the next half hour or so, they rode in silence, the man reading his book and Johnny reading his comic book.� Still, Johnny couldn't help but look over at the half dressed man sitting next to him, especially with the man occasionally rubbing his bare belly and/or sometimes fondling his big puffy nipples with his free hand.�

His attention split between the salacious tale he was reading and the prospective boy sitting next to him, Bob switched his book from one hand to the other, so as to better surreptitiously study the boy.� He liked what he saw very much.� The kid, he noted, was solidly built, not fat, just sturdy.� His dark close cropped hair spoke of true boy, and not some long haired sissified budding young faggot, not that he had anything against sissified budding young faggots, indeed they made for easily malleable bottoms.

That's when Johnny noticed the cover of the paperback, it had naked people on the cover. When he turned to look closer, Bob quickly noted the curiosity shown in the boy's handsome face, his light blue eyes and rather full lips, lips that conjured a lurid image in his mind's eye, and image that sent his pecker rising.

All too soon for Johnny, he had read his comic book from cover to cover.� Now the only thing he had to distract him was the monotonous scenery and the half naked man sitting next to him, reading his dirty book and slowly rubbing himself.� The man's free hand slowly slid down from his chest, across his tummy and down to his crotch momentarily.� When his hand rose back to his stomach, Johnny saw something peeking out from the unbuttoned flap of the soft, drawstring shorts the man was wearing. Suddenly, Johnny found himself busted as the man had caught him staring.

Bob didn't say anything about it, but he turned his book over and looked at the salacious cover.� "You looking at me or are you looking at my book?" he asked.� Mortified, Johnny remained mum.

The man then turned the cover so that Johnny could get a good look at the muscular naked men on the cover.� "You like that?" he asked the young boy.

"I like that too, but the book's even better." Bob then resumed reading.

Johnny looked out the window, but he soon returned to stare at the plump cockhead just barely exposed to his view. The man's hand fell momentarily to his lap again and to Johnny's disappointment, the show was over.

Soon boredom was getting to him again.� He heard the man ask, "Hey, you want something else to read?" Johnny turned and the man had what looked to be a comic book in his hand.�

Johnny had never seen nor heard of this comic before. Studying the cover he read out loud, "R. Crumb," and then opened it.� He didn't understand any of what he saw and quickly gave up trying to read, especially when he came to a section featuring a tall woman with huge firm bare tits, tits that were lewdly leaking.� In the next panel a smaller naked geeky-looking fellow had his lips attached to a leaking nipple. Johnny was almost embarrassed to be viewing this, especially with the man leaning over and making crude comments about her voluptuous anatomy, or the fact that the stubble covered geek, whose curving dick was graphically rendered, was in fact a self-portrait of the artist.

The next section featured a stereotypical black native girl, bare breasted and wearing a skimpy skirt made up of a waist string and few dangling bones decorating her black bubble butt. There were some naked native guys with her, all with their dicks shown, who were soon chasing her into the jungle.� Once they caught her, what the native boys did with the laughing native girl was far beyond Johnny's limited experience.

But the section that really got Johnny's attention featured Mr. Natural, an older hippie fellow with a long flowing� beard, wearing sandals and a monk's smock.� Johnny immediately associated Mr. Natural with the man sitting next to him, though the man had a much shorter beard.� Johnny had seen Mr. Natural featured early on in the comic, but nothing like this.� In the cartoon, Mr. Natural is taking a train trip, much like the bus trip Johnny was now on.� Somehow, Mr. Natural ended up babysitting an infant, a rapaciously hungry infant.� Soon the kid's bottle was empty and it was demanding more.� Poor Mr. Natural... what to do?� In a moment of inspiration, he whips out his pecker and lets the slobbering baby suckle on that.

"Ewww," Johnny exclaimed.� "He peed in her mouth!"

"He didn't pee in her mouth.� He ejaculated," Bob explained.� "He fed her his man-milk."

"Man-milk?" asked the naive boy.

"Yes.� It's made in a man's nuts.� That's what your nuts are for.� You're too young to make man-milk, but you will when you're older.� Man-milk is high in protein and they say it's good for your skin.� See, now that the baby has had her man-milk, she is very contented."

Johnny studied that pornographic cartoon for a long time and then moved on to other cartoons, some� with rather odd characters like a talking toilet.� Time and again he returned to Mr. Natural and the baby.� He also frequently returned to the black native girl and to the Amazon nursing the artist.

Johnny thought that this far better than any comic book his mother had ever bought for him.� As interested as he was in tits, ass and pricks, he eventually grew hungry and put down the randy comic to eat the food his mother had provided him.� Pulling out a PBJ sandwich, he took a bite and twisted his face.� She used peach jelly and not strawberry.� He liked strawberry jelly, he hated peach jelly.

"What's the matter?" the man asked.

"My mom put peach jelly on my sandwich and not strawberry.� I hate peach jelly."

"You know," Bob said, "for several hours we've been sitting together and talking and I still don't know your name."

"Johnny," the boy replied.

"Please to meet you, Johnny."

"And you're Mr. Natural!" Johnny said with a laugh.

"I suppose I am," Bob replied with a chuckle.� Eager to keep his real name a secret Bob offered, "You can call me that, if you like."

Pulling out his own sandwich from his knapsack, the in-the-flesh Mr. Natural said, "Hmm, I'm rather fond of peach jelly, especially on a PBJ," he declared.� "Do you like ham and cheese?� Tell you what, I'll trade you half a PBJ for half of my ham and cheese."

Johnny thought that was a splendid trade and gladly accepted the offer.� After Johnny ate his two sandwich halves, he was delighted when the man pulled out a pack of six Oriole cookies and offered him half.� "Thanks, Mr. Natural," he politely said.

By the time they had eaten, it had gotten dark.� Once again Johnny returned to the R. Crumb comic and returned to the cartoon of Mr. Natural and the baby.� He didn't understand the man-milk thing at all, but the sex act, that got his attention, as did the graphic depiction of Mr. Natural's bare prong.

Around 10:20 PM with a crescent moon low on the western horizon, the bus rolled into a major town and made a scheduled stop.� Bob knew that once the bus was underway again, it would be hours before it crossed the desolate stretch and reached the next small town.� A good number of folks got off, a few others got on and a new fresh driver took over.� Feigning that he was asleep, Bob made considerable racket, snoring and snorting in a most annoying manner� When the bus did pull away, Bob couldn't believe his good luck... the seats in front of him, immediately behind him and most importantly the seats immediately across the aisle were all vacant.� He had what amounted to complete privacy.

He stopped his act and excused himself to take a leak.� When he returned he carefully adjusted things just so.� A little way out of town Bob noticed that Johnny had finally closed the R. Crumb comic.� He also noted that the kid's attention was right where he wanted it, on his dickhead that was once again poking through the open fly of his shorts. Tucking away his dick, Bob stood and pulled down his bag from the overhead.� Pulling out a blanket, he returned the bag to the overhead bin and sat back down.�

"How about if we have a little dark time," Bob said, "and give our eyes a little rest."� Reaching overhead he turned off the two overhead reading lights.

Gently taking back the comic that had so engrossed Johnny, Bob said, "You can have it back anytime you want it." Stowing the magazine in the knapsack stowed under the seat, he also recovered a small pen light.

They sat in the near dark for a few moments before Bob leaned over and asked, "Can I ask you a personal question?"� Johnny nodded.

"You've been sneaking looks at me for hours now.� You like seeing me half nude?� You like seeing my pecker?"

Taken aback by the questions, Johnny didn't know what to say. Bob spread the blanket out over his lap.

"It's okay if you do. I like looking at other people's peckers too.

"Tell you what, I'm going to get comfortable and take off my shorts.� They've been riding up my crotch all damned day.� You don't mind do you?� If you do, I'll leave them on."

When Johnny didn't reply he added, "No one can see me, but if it bothers you..."

"No, that's okay," the boy responded.

"Great!"

Bob fiddled around under the blanket, rose a bit and slipped his shorts down and then off, leaving them at his feet.� He never wore underwear, so except for the open shirt, he was nude.

With a sheepish grin Johnny giggled.� "You didn't really take your pants off!"

"Shhhh!� It's our secret."

Handing the boy the pen light he offered, "You want to see?" and then lifted the edge of the blanket next to Johnny.

Johnny peeked under the� blanket and switched on the pen light.� He looked back up with an astonished look, then looked under the blanket again for a long moment. �

Giggling and with a disbelieving grin Johnny said, "You can't do that!"

"Shhhh!� Keep your voice down.� Nobody knows that my pants are off and nobody can see me; no one except you and you said you didn't mind.� It's just a lot more comfortable for me.� If you want to look some more, go ahead, I don't mind."���

Johnny sat back, not knowing what to think.� Then the man peeled back the edge of the covering blanket so that his bare thigh was exposed to Johnny.� As they were seated near the front of the bus and no one was seated in the seats across the aisle, Bob felt it safe enough to pull the blanket back enough so that his bare cock was exposed.� As he expected, Johnny's eyes were riveted on the growing erection.� Just as it stood hard and proud, Bob adjusted the blanket, covering himself up again.

Johnny looked up to the man with a smile.� "Do that again."

"Say, please," replied Bob.

"Please."

The cover was once again pulled away, exposing Bob's cock to the boy's stare. Once again he covered himself, ending the show for the moment, only this time he drew the blanket across Johnny too. Johnny felt a large warm hand settle onto his onto his bare thigh.

�Leaning over to the boy, Bob tugged at the leg of Johnny's shorts and whispered, "Why don't you get comfortable too."

When Johnny didn't make a move he added, "Take off your pants."

Bob waited a moment and when Johnny still hadn't moved, he moved up to the kid's waistband band, tugged at it and added,� "No one will know, except me.� Go on, no one can see you."�

To Bob's delight, the kid did just that.� He raised his hips and slipped his shorts down to his knees.

"Underwear too."

Johnny raised again and with a little assist from Bob, his tightie-whities� joined his shorts at the knees.� They didn't stay at his knees for long, as Bob took it upon himself to push them far enough where he could hook them with his barefoot and push them completely off.

Johnny felt the hand slide up his thigh.� There was nothing to stop the hand and next thing Johnny knew, his cock and balls were being gently fondled.�

�"You don't mind, do you?" asked Bob as he molested the near naked kid.� Johnny was too speechless to reply.

"Tell me.� Yes or no?� Do you mind me touching you like this?"

Johnny whispered, "No."�

Bob squeezed the stiff immature pecker; in doing so, he took possession of it.�

"Feels good, doesn't it?"� Bob didn't get a reply and really didn't expect one.� He knew good and well that� it felt good to the kid to have someone playing with his dick.�

"Spread your leg out a little more," Bob whispered.� The legs opened up giving him unfettered access to the boy's genitalia.

Honed by years of experience with boys, Bob skillfully played with Johnny, giving the boy more pleasure than he'd ever known before, certainly more pleasure than if he was playing with himself in bed at night. So much pleasure that Johnny soon began to feel oddly peculiar, so oddly peculiar that he was nearly immobilized as the pleasuring fingers stroked his virgin boyhood.� Then with a sudden rush, an intense tingling sensation began.� It was such a powerful and overwhelming feeling that he wasn't at all certain that something awful hadn't happened and he wasn't approaching death.� Still, as scary as that was, he was utterly powerless to resist it.� He began to cry out, but Bob's free hand stifled the cry even as the molesting fingers unrelentingly went about their task. Then almost as quick as it had overcome him, the intense tingling eased and then stopped. Bob felt the boy's body suddenly relax and he removed both hands to allow the boy to bask in the afterglow of a good dry cum.

It was several minutes before the boy stirred.� "Feel good?" whispered Bob.

"Wow!� What happened?"

"Shhhh!� That, my boy, was an orgasm.� You don't beat off at night?"

"No."

"You will from now on," chuckled Bob.� "Best damned feeling in the word.� The French call it the "Little Death".� We call it cumming.� Your nuts haven't ripened yet, so you didn't ejaculate, but that will come as you get older and mature.� Meanwhile, just enjoy the feelings.� Just don't let your mom catch you.� She might get upset."

"What about my dad?"

"He knows what it's all about.� Trust me on that.� He'll probably just tell you not to let your mother catch you," Bob chuckled.

"But," he added, "don't flaunt it.� It's best to be discrete about these things.� Keep private what is done in private.

"Now, how about if you return the favor and play with my dick for a while?"�

Johnny shifted in his seat, reached under the blanket and slid his hand over the man's bare hip until his fingertips encountered a springy patch of pubic hair.� The hair felt soft and furry to the boy's touch and for a few minutes he just enjoyed the new tactile feeling of skin and hair.� As he ran his fingertips through the forest of soft curly pubs, the back of his hand brushed up against the topside of the erect cock.�

Soon the fingers turned upward and Johnny felt his first cock, other than his own.� Gently drawing across the blood engorged tube of flesh, he marveled at how it felt, smooth, yet lumpy with bloated veins.� Then as his fingers found their way to the underside of the man's prick, he felt the thick cock tube running up the underside. Moving higher, he encountered the flared rim of the head and then the silky smooth� glans itself.� There he found some wetness at the tip.� At first he thought it was pee, but unlike pee it was very slippery, especially when it was smeared across the incredibly smooth cockhead.� His fingertip found the man's piss hole and encountered more slippery liquid.

"Did you pee a little?" the inexperienced boy asked in a whisper.

"No.� That's pre-cum," Bob whispered. "It's a natural lubricant."

"Lubricant?� What for?"

"For sex acts," Bob replied quietly.� "That's what a dick's for.� Sex."

"I thought it was just for peeing."

"It's for more than just peeing, otherwise we wouldn't need dicks, just a pee hole like women have."

"Really?"

"Yes, really.� Why don't you taste it.� It's salty and quite tasty."

"I don't know," Johnny whispered.�

Bob took Johnny hand, pulled it from under the blanket.� He had the boy put his fingertips together and then separate, the clear liquid forming a string between the fingers before it broke. Then he licked Johnny's wet fingertips. "I really like the taste," Bob declared.

Pushing the boy's hand back onto his seeping prick, Bob added, "Now you try it.� I promise you'll like it."

Johnny ran his fingers over the seeping meatus once again, gathering fresh moisture and then withdrew his hand.� He studied it as best he could in the dim light, then sniffed it.� It didn't smell bad and certainly didn't smell like piss, so he stuck the tip of his tongue onto a wet finger tip.� Instantly he felt how slippery the fluid was on his tongue and noted the salty taste.� He'd tasted his own pee before and the slippery fluid didn't taste anything like that acrid waste.� The man was right, it did taste sort of good.

"Lick it all off," he heard the man say.� So he licked it from his fingers and in doing so, realized that he did like the flavor as well, as well as the somewhat thick and smooth consistency.� His fingers cleaned and without prompting, he ran his hand back under the blanket to Bob's waiting cock, where he collected more pre-cum and then brought that to his mouth.

"See, I told you that you'd like it," whispered Bob as he affectionately rubbed the short hair of his� latest conquest's head.���

�When the boy returned his hand to his prick, Bob advised, "Squeeze it just under the head and lots of pre-cum will come out."� Johnny did and was rewarded with a large dollop which he immediately brought back to his lips.�

Knowing that the time was ripe, Bob then suggested, "How about if we play a little game?� Pretend that we're on a train trip.� I'll be Mr. Natural and you'll be the hungry baby.� Your bottle is empty, but you're still hungry."

"Like in the comic?"

"Yes, just like the comic.� I promise I won't pee in your mouth, but I will squirt man-milk into your mouth.� It tastes kinda funny at first, but it doesn't taste bad.� In fact, I'm very fond of man-milk."

Johnny thought a few seconds and then replied, "That's really dirty."

"It's not at all dirty.� I keep my dick very clean. But it is naughty, but more importantly, it's fun too."

"I don't know..."

Taking the boy's dick and balls in hand, Bob said, "No one, except you and me will ever know.� And once we get off this bus, we'll never see one another ever again.� We've got all night and nothing else to do, so, what do you say, let's have some naughty fun."

Bob removed his hand from the boy's sex.� "When it's my turn again, I'll� play with your dick until you have that good feeling again.� Of course if you don't want to do that,� you should put your pants back on."� Then as an afterthought he added, "You know, I have a chocolate bar I'll share with you later."

"What kind of chocolate bar?"

"Hersey's."�

Johnny loved Hersey bars, but he was only allowed them on occasion.� For Johnny, the offer of sharing a Hersey's bar, that sealed the deal.� But that was far from the only reason.� He only knew the man he was playing with as Mr. Natural and he really did want to make believe that he was the baby in the comic book.� It was dirty and naughty, very naughty, but it was also naughty to do what he'd already done.� But just as importantly, he wanted to experience that strange and wonderful feeling again, and Mr. Natural had promised to do just that.

Bob wanted to shout out, "YES!" when the boy ducked his head under the blanket, but of course he controlled himself. He checked around him to confirm that the coast was clear and then with gleeful anticipation watched the blanket covering his lap moving as the boy moved into position.

It was dark under the blanket and Johnny switched on the pen light.�� Immediately he was gently swatted on the head and he heard Bob say, "Turn out the light!"� He switched off the light.� Even in the darkness, he had no problem finding the leaking stiff prick.

Bob heard, "Goo goo," the very words the baby had used and then felt the warm wet mouth surround the head of his dick.

"Oh, fuck, yeah!" Bob hissed in low whisper.�

'The kid lacks skill, but who cares,' thought Bob as the boy, concealed from under the blanket, set about polishing his knob.� Looking out the window, Bob saw only the occasional lights from a passing car breaking the pitch blackness. As the kid slobbered over his prick, Bob smiled broadly, thinking to himself, 'This trip is better than I ever hoped for!"

Critically there was no one seated near him and no one seated between him and the driver.� No one was going to get up and walk by going to the bathroom and the likelihood of someone� going up to talk to the driver was nil. Feeling reasonably safe, Bob peeled off the blanket to watch the kid's head as Johnny sucked dick for the first time.�

"Move your tongue around," he whispered to the cocksucking boy.� "Slide your lips up and down...� That's it...� Watch the teeth...� That feels great, Johnny.� Really great... I'm proud of you, boy, you 're sucking dick like a pro."

Johnny pulled off and looked up at Bob.� "This is fun, Mr. Natural," he declared and went back to blowing the older man.

"Yes, it is fun and you're a natural at it, kid," Bob replied.

As the darkened bus sped down the deserted highway, Johnny, naked below the waist and curled up in his seat, more or less openly sucked Bob's rampant hard-on.� While he sucked, Bob stroked the smooth exposed globes of the boy's ass and venturing between the two globes, rubbed and� toyed with the kid's anus, a development that didn't go unnoticed by the boy who wiggled his hips in response.

Bob's stamina was good and for a long time the kid sucked.� Finally Bob felt his balls beginning to boil.� "I'm gonna cum soon , kid.� Keep sucking and you'll get my man-milk.� Just keep sucking my dick, kid.� Mmmmm, I'm gonna blow.� Remember, swallow it all.� It's... good... for... yyyyyyooooouuuuuuuu!"

Johnny felt the man's big dick pulsate between his lips, and felt the first spurt across his tongue and into his mouth.� He swallowed and the dick pulsed again.� Having no experience in fellatio, he didn't realize that more was to come, but he managed, but not before the cock pulsed the third time.� It was almost too much for the novice cocksucker to handle and his mouth was awash in semen.� Again he swallowed, but not before the peculiar taste registered upon him.� It wasn't too bad, but it certainly didn't taste like the milk his mama gave him.� Gamely he continued to lash the spouting dickhead with his tongue while the forcefulness and productivity of the pulsations diminished and then faded away.

Softening and becoming too sensitive to let the kid continue, Bob pulled Johnny's head up and off his dick. "That was great, kid!� Really great."

"You didn't tell me your milk tasted funny," Johnny replied sitting up.

"It's hard to describe, Johnny.� But... now you know.� Has your mother made you eat something you didn't like at first, but after you tried it a couple times, you realized that you did like it?"

"Yeah, Brussels Sprouts. I hated them, but now I love them."

"Man-milk is the same way.� Me, I love the taste and I'll bet you'll learn to love it too."

"Can I try it again?"

"Now?"

"Yeah."

"We have to wait awhile for my balls to recharge...� But sure, kid, I'll be glad to let you suck me off again.

"Now fairs, fair and it's your turn."

Bob slumped down low in his seat. "I want you sit on my chest facing me so I can suck you..� Don't worry, there's no one around.� That's a boy."� Bob grasped the boy's bare ass cheeks. "Now raise up so I get to your dick with my mouth."

Pulling the boy into him, Bob kissed the boy's immature dick twice and then instructed further, "We still need to be careful, so I want you peek over the seat and watch out for anyone coming this way."

Johnny scrunched down to barely peek over the seat while keeping his dick at mouth level.� He was rewarded with the feeling of his dick being licked and the engulfed between the very experience lips of his mentor.� It felt incredible!� The boy instantly liked the feel of being on the receiving end of an expertly performed blowjob.

Under the warm oral assault of pleasuring lips, gentle sucking and an ever wandering tongue, Johnny didn't last very long.� Feeling the imminent orgasm building, he gripped the seatback he was peering over, closed his eyes and let the intensely pleasurable feeling that begin in his groin to flow forth throughout his trembling body.� This time he knew he wasn't going to perish and he allowed the intense feelings of his second cum to sweep him away.

Bob was actually a bit disappointed that he brought off the kid so quickly, as he loved sucking cocks, especially the cocks of young willing boys.� But thinking he'd have the another opportunity or two before daybreak to suck the lad again, he let the boy slump down more or less into his lap.� Immediately Bob took possession of the small nut sack and openly fondled the boy while he recovered.�

Johnny opened his eyes and grinned at Bob while his nuts were gently rolled around in his sack.� "Did that feel good?" Bob asked.� Still somewhat unable to speak, Johnny enthusiastically nodded that it did indeed feel good; very good.

Bob told him to move back to his own seat, but to face backward and peer over the seatback like he had done for his blowjob.� Johnny did as he was told and took up a squatting position on his seat looking towards the back of the bus.� All was quiet with only a single reading light still on.

Bob pulled his knapsack from under the seat and pulled out a tube of KY Jelly and a foil packet containing a moist towelette.� Originally he planned to masturbate using the KY should the opportunity arise on the long bus trip, but now he had better use for it.�

Johnny felt the big hand on his ass cheeks again, rubbing and feeling him up.� He really liked how that felt.� After several� minutes of just general molestation, Johnny was wanting to feel the man play with his asshole again.� He jumped when he initially felt the cold wetness on his anus, but soon passed as the lube was worked into his hole. Expecting that his asshole would just be rubbed and toyed with, it came as a complete surprise when a fat finger penetrated past his sphincter and into his rectum.� It feet felt really odd to have a finger up his butt and felt little uncomfortable too. The violating finger moved in and out, slowly penetrating a little deeper with each passing minute, and with each probe up his young virgin ass, the discomfort faded more and more.�

Periodically the finger would be withdrawn momentary to add more lube and be reinserted.� Soon he became aware of the soft smacking sounds that accompanied his first ever anal finger fucking as excess lube accumulated between his cheeks.� This was really dirty, he thought, much dirtier than what they had already done before, really dirty, but a lot of fun too.�

He heard Bob whisper, "Does that feel good, boy?" Turning his head, Johnny looked Bob in the eyes.� Smiling he nodded his head. and Bob smiled back.�� The finger fuck continued for a good long time, the finger skillfully massaging the boy's prostate until that good feeling swept over the boy for the third time.���

Bob felt the boy's prostate contract forcefully as he came.� The kid jerked about while biting into the seatback, making some muffled, but audible sounds. Suddenly Johnny slumped down on the seat, trapping Bob's middle finger up his butt.

Bob managed to extract his finger and using the moist towelette, cleaned his now stinking finger.

Curled up in his seat and still facing backward, Johnny remained motionless for a long time.� Bob covered himself and the slumbering boy's nudity with his blanket.� Satiated, he too took a well deserved nap.

It was close to 2 AM when the bus pulled into the next town for a scheduled stop.� As the bus came to a complete stop, Bob woke up.� It concerned him that both he and the boy were still nude from the waist down and feared that a boarding passenger might take the seat across the aisle, making it difficult to slip on clothes without discovery.� It was a very small town and no one exited nor got onto the bus. To Bob's relief, it soon rolled away and into the moonless blackness.

Johnny stirred and sat upright as the bus pulled away.� "You awake?" his older partner asked.

"Sort of," Johnny replied.

"Good.� How about if you suck my dick again?� By now, I should have some more man-milk for you."

To Bob's delight, Johnny pushed the blanket off Bob's lap and went down on him again.� Bob rubbed the boy's back while the kid sucked his dick for a little while.� Johnny soon became motionless again having fallen back to sleep with Bob's cock in his mouth.� Bob too was sleepy, and leaving Johnny where he was, covered them both again and dozed off.