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[Hey guys. New here. I do a bit of creative writing and don't know where to share it. Here is one of my pieces, let me know if you like it. All events and people are fictional.]

It happened often. The vibration of the bus gave me an erection. The subtle rumbling of my balls made made my dick tingle and start hardening. Apparently it was a common struggle of being a teenage boy.

It wasn't often an issue as I could conceal the erection in my pants, but that day I was wearing sweat pants (sports day at school) which highlight my bulge in an obscene way. My small to average sized tool appeared bigger in my skinny, hairless body.  For someone that looked younger for his age, my cock was leaping ahead, standing proud every chance it got. The worst part was that the sight of my own stiffening bulge made me even harder.

The bus was only half full, so when the older man sat next to me I was a bit surprised. I didn't make much of it and simply stared out the window, pretending there was nothing unusual happening, pretending I wasn't hard. Until he put his hand on my leg. I froze for a moment, looked down to confirm that it was indeed his hand resting on my leg.

Thought that if I moved my leg I would scare him and he would quickly move his hand away, as if he hadn't realised it had fallen on my lap. But he was certainly aware of where his hand was sitting. My subtle movement, leaning back on the sit so I was closer to the edge and spreading my legs slightly was taken as an invitation. It also made my bulge stand out more prominently. At this, he confidenctly but slowly moved his hand up my thigh all the way to groin, enjoying every inch of the way.

Was it really an invitation? I could feel all sorts of warm shocks of energy flowing from the place he had placed his hand, all though my body and concentrating with strength on my throbbing cock.

My heart was racing fast. I didn't know what to do, paralysed, I just stared at the window bitting my lip, pretending nothing was happening.

After a few moments of his hand sitting on my groin, seeing as there was no resistance, he started massaging my balls. As he grasped them, I jumped involuntarily pushing me to the edge of the seat and spreading my legs more. The rythmic massage made me moan silently.

Finally he put his hand down my pant and started stroking me slowly. Eyes closed, enjoying the thrusting, I didn't notice his spare hand go down my pants too. While still rubbing me, me massaged my hole and inserted one finger, instantly making me cum a massive load inside my undies.

The moment I came I panicked. Pressed the stop button and jumped out of the bus on the next stop. I tried not to look at the guy, but noticed he was smiling.

As I got a few stops early, I had to walk over a park to reach my house. My crotch was sticky with cum dripping down my balls and leg. So I went into a public toilet to clean myself up.

Went into the cubicle and, still with the door open, I looked into my pants and undies. The assesment wasn't good - there was so much cum on the undies I decided to throw them away. Still in disbelied about what happened, I have a semi hardon.

As I am about to walk out of the toilet the man walks in. I am shocked - how did he get here? There are several stops close to each other along the park, he must have gotten off at the next one and see me walk in here.

I tried to pretend I didn't know him and walk past, but he held me with both arms and pulled me into a cubicle stall. As he locked the stall, and before he let me go, he gave me a good grope feeling my hardening cock. He pushed me on to the toilet and with a smirk said , 'you want more right, you insatiable little bitch. Don't worry, I'll keep you busy...' and he started undoing his pants.

He pulled out what I thought was a massive dick. It was a man's dick - thick and veiny. A tool that had been used and strenghtened over time by drilling the holes of many skinny boys like me. Stroking himself, he commanded me to take my clothes off. I was a bit shocked and didn't react in time, so he pulled me off and stripped me roughly. My young cock hard and pointing out.

'Get on your knees and suck me off...' I did. I tried. It was my first time and I wasn't very good at it, which he told me often. While I was wrestling with his tool down my throat he saw my disposed of undies, full of cum, in the corner of the stall.

He pulled me aside, got the undies and while playing with the cum gave me a devilish look and said 'young boy cum is the best lubricant...'

Before I could shake my head, he started playing with my hole, lubing it up with my own cum. I was afraid, but I was enjoying it. Couldn't resist pulling my ass out and spreading my hole.

Hi dick was big, and it was hard and a bit painful to get it in, but he wasn't giving up whispering in my ear 'you are going to love it, you are rock hard' 'You came when I fingered you'...

He fucked me deep, but quick. The pain was shortlived and the pleasure - which made me cum again all over the bathroom floor - momentary and addictive. After grunting and filling me up with several loads, he quickly pulled out, and left me standing there -  bending over with a throbbing hole, his load dripping down my legs. As he was walking out I distinctly heard him say - see you tomorrow.