Taking a Friend's Son to a Wasteland

We go about our lives the way we do, studying, working, having fun, finding our way, until we meet someone who changes our course. We date, we feel a fire taking care of us, we want to be with the person all the time, sex every day... Then we decide that we have to get married. As the years go by, the routine sets in, when we least expect it, we are carrying too heavy a burden. A dissatisfaction sets in and then the long-dreamed marriage and staying together until death separates you, it ends. It was no different for me. I'm thirty-five years old, and that time has come. I work as a nurse in a public hospital, I usually work 12- and 36-hour shifts, and I recently separated. With separation comes a series of problems; division of property, the standard of living falls, you have to make changes in your routine and so on. In the separation agreement I decided to leave the small apartment with my ex-wife and I got a house in a more peripheral neighborhood of the city, a neighborhood where I lived for many years as a teenager and where my parents, my sister and my older brother still live. At first I found it strange to go back to the routine of catching a full bus, especially when I get on a shift very early, also strange to go home at dawn when I get a night shift, I have to walk a little bit to get home, pass through dark alleys, and there is still a very large, empty lot before reaching my street, but little by little we get used to it. Sometimes I'd drive to work, but you can't drive every day with gas prices like this. After living there for a while, I took the bus about six o'clock in the morning to get to my station at eight o'clock, and as always, the bus was crowded and filled up at every stop. As soon as I got on, I went to the back of the bus and tucked myself into a corner so that I could be more relaxed and, even while standing, have some peace of mind until I reached my destination. In that rush of people on the bus, a young man bumps into me and stands right in front of me with a huge backpack on his back. He had the face of a student, he was wearing a physical education uniform: thin pants and a white shirt. It was so full that he stood face to face with me, almost kissing me. He looked into my eyes, a little ungrateful, gave a smile and, realizing that the backpack was hindering anyone who was passing, he turned his back to me and bent down to put the backpack on the floor, between his legs. In doing so, his little bundle, big and tough, rubbed my stick and fit perfectly into it. I had nothing to do, the bus was very full. Ever since the breakup, I've been all alone in the joint, withdrawn, but I didn't want to get involved with anyone yet, I wanted to take some time for myself. When I felt that little bundle rubbing my dick, I had an instant erection, and because I was wearing a pair of trousers, it was going to be hard to disguise it. The guy stood up, kept coming back to me with his legs open, because the backpack was in the middle, stuck between his legs, and so his little tail got stuck in my dick, which was going higher and higher, getting harder. The guy was acting. I'm usually sure he felt the volume of my dick in his ass, since my dick is too big, too thick, when it's too hard it looks like a can of beer. Every time the bus jerked around, he'd scratch and stick his ass more into my dick, it was driving me crazy. There was a moment when he raised both his arms and was holding the supporting iron above his head and with that, he pushed his ass back and then it was hard to restrain me. I noticed that he was enjoying all that. I started to force my dick right between the bands of his ass and, as his shorts were thin, I could even feel the heat of that little ass. I was feeling that at this rate I was going to end up having fun right there, just rubbing my dick on that little bundle, when suddenly he stooped down again, gave a nice rub on my cock and took the backpack to go down. I quickly put my hand in my pocket to disguise the hard stick, and I went down two points later, in front of my workplace. I ran to the bathroom and hit a strong punch, thinking about the tail of that guy. I had eaten some deer when I was young, but it was the first time in many years that I felt so crazy for a male's tail. After that day, I still met him at the same time, on the same bus twice, and that ritual was repeated, with him rubbing his little butt on my dick all the way down to his high school. One time I almost made fun of him on the bus itself, holding his waist in disguise and rubbing my pause on his ass. After that he disappeared, and I missed him, not knowing if I would see him again, until one day, coming back from the precinct in the early morning, it was almost midnight, as I stopped at the stop in front of his high school, I saw him get on the bus, his hair wet, as if he had taken a bath. He had the same backpack on his back. At that time the bus was usually much emptier, and I was sitting in the back of the bus, and he looked at me, recognized me, sat down next to me with his backpack in his lap, and started talking. Is that all right? <unk> It's all right, boy! You disappeared, I never saw you again on the morning bus. <unk> I spoke looking at him and smelling a little bath taken. Just sitting next to me I felt my dick hardening. <unk> I'm doing an internship in the morning, Young Apprentice, so I've changed some schedules. So much so that I'm now out of physical activity. I do it three times a week. <unk> He answered me with a smile. <unk> What's your name? I never asked you. In fact, we've never spoken before. <unk> I smiled at him. That's right; that bus is always very crowded, and you always have more interesting things to do with me. He said that and looked with a bastard's face towards my dick. "But what's your name?" You didn't answer. "My name is Romeo". I said, looking at your naughty little face and moving my already hard cock. <unk> My name is Danilo, but you can call me Dan. I know your name is Romeo, I remember you when I lived in the neighborhood. I was quite new, but I remember. <unk> I was surprised to hear that from him. <unk> That's nice to know. You mean you live near my house? But by the way, you're still new, aren't you? <unk> I said smiling to see his reaction. I'm a man. I'm going to college soon. I live right behind your house, on the parallel street. You used to play ball with my father when he lived around here. He said a little funny because he was called a moleque. I wondered who his father would be, I hadn't yet met all the people I used to know before I moved out of the neighborhood. He looked at my dick and saw the volume I was already making in my pants. The bus is empty, no one will see. I spoke and soon he looked to the sides, put the backpack in front and I felt his hand squeezing my cock, feeling the power. <unk> It's too big man! It's too hard. It must do a lot of damage a stick like that. <unk> He commented and kept squeezing my dick. I opened the zipper a little and he started to put his hand inside, feeling the warmth of my pussy over his panties. <unk> I know how to be careful, boy. I've never hurt anyone. If you want I'll show you. It's just a matter of time. <unk> I spoke and I already felt his hand touching the head of my cock that pulsated with erection. <unk> I'm not used to doing this no man. Just a few little games with the little guys there from the swimming club. I don't think I can handle something this thick no. <unk> I took advantage of the fact that he was holding my stick and started smoothing his back, always looking to see if no one was watching. He moved away a little bit and made it easier for my hand to get into his pants, and then I touched his little hole with my fingertips, he whimpered and squeezed my stick. <unk> Hot, soft ass. It even feels open. Were you doing that ass at the club? <unk> I asked, forcing the tip of my middle finger, feeling his little hole open. <unk> Just a couple of times in the locker room, two little girls were touching my ass, but nothing happened, no, a physical education teacher came in and we left. <unk> He commented, feeling my finger on his ass. <unk> So you must be horny, right? Than to play a little at home. I'm living alone. <unk> I spoke, losing the notion of the danger it would be to bring a moleque home. If anyone saw what I was going to say? <unk> I think it's dangerous to go to his house like this at night. We have to see it straight so that no one notices. No one knows that I enjoy these stops. <unk> He told me and then we got up to go down to our point. The street was quite empty, even a little dark, as are some of the streets of the suburbs. Two stalls were still open, but quite empty. We went on and soon turned into an alley that led to the empty and tree-filled ground that was before my street. It's a pity you won't be rolling today, boy. I'm so horny in your little bundle. I wanted to play a little. I said squeezing the stick that kept squeezing hard. <unk> Slow down and then follow me. I'm going ahead, but you have to be quick, it's just a little joke. <unk> He said and I didn't understand very well, until I saw him going towards the terrain and entering through a gap in the wall. I slowed down, and then I went into the same place. I looked straight ahead and saw him standing, leaning on a tree, in a half-dark corner. As I approached I saw his backpack on the ground and his trousers lowered, showing that soft, fleshy bundle. I approached and I was already putting the jacket out. All that adrenaline was making me very excited, I was in a public place with a new puppy, it was very dangerous. <unk> The cute ones come here when they're playing in the street, and the bad guys come to smoke marijuana hidden. But now it's quiet. <unk> He said that, he leaned down and grabbed my pause, trying to swallow, but couldn't, since my dick is too thick. He sucked right, I was surprised by the audacity of the moleque. I held his head and pushed my stick, trying to fuck his hot little mouth. There was an urgency in his gestures and I understood. <unk> Lift up a little baby! Let me see that cute little bundle that bothers me so much on the bus. <unk> I picked him up and he leaned on the tree, sticking his tail back, I leaned down behind him, opened the bands of his bundle and stuck my tongue into his little hole, feeling his prehensiles on the tip of my tongue. He scratched himself all over and whimpered softly, pushing his ass into my mouth, to feel my tongue deeper. <unk> What a cute little piggy! I want to put it in your ass. <unk> I said this licking and licking his little hole while I massaged my dick. He didn't answer, he just groaned softly and grabbed the little bundle. I got up, grabbed his waist and began to brush my thick cocktail on his little door, he groaned and itched a lot, his skin was all golden. I forced the head of the pike a little and he locked the little bundle a little. I can't take it! Just a little touch. He whispered. I was very hot and I insisted. <unk> Just a little bit Dan! Let me just put the soft head? I really want to feel that ass of yours on my dick. <unk> I said that already forcing a little more, had drooled a lot on his ass that was now very lubricated with saliva. I felt the head coming in. <unk> No man! I can't stand it no. Another day we do, let's go! <unk> He tried to leave, but it was too late, I held firmly on his waist and went in, feeling my dick opening those tight cuffs. He again tried to escape, but I held firm. <unk> Relax baby, it's already the thickest part, just a little bit, it's going to be tasty. <unk> I tried to convince him to sit still and enjoy. <unk> I'm tearing my face! It hurts so much. Stop! I'm going to scream, it hurts! <unk> He said that and I covered his mouth with my hand and punched the rest of the stick into his hot little hole. I waited a few seconds and started to go in and out, punching fast. He groaned a lot with my hand covering his mouth. Then I felt him throwing his ass back and I knew he was getting used to it. "You little boy, play the role of a real man, open your ass to get your ass kicked", I said, taking my hand off your mouth. <unk> It hurts so much, man! I didn't mean it! Enjoy it! Let's go. <unk> He said that and pushed his ass hard on my dick, as if he wanted to be broken or make me laugh fast. I held his waist with both hands and hit hard, feeling that ass widening in my pause. <unk> I'm going to have some fun! I'm going to give you some milk! I'm going to fill your ass with fucking. <unk> I said holding his waist and feeling his dick pulsate, pouring thick milk and full in that gaping hole. I squeezed his body in my arms and I took his dick that was hard and hit him with a punch, with my stick stuck in his tail. He shook all and enjoyed strongly, a thin and thin but very full fuck. I held him, squeezing him in my arms, I thought he was going to faint from so much that he trembled with pleasure. He took a towel out of his backpack, wiped his ass, put his pants on and left without telling me anything. I waited a little and left too. I came home ecstatic about everything that had happened. It was a delightful adventure. I hadn't felt such a strong emotion in a long time. I took a hot bath and even made a nice hand job in the shower, thinking about what had happened. I didn't find him for over a week until one morning, on a crowded bus, I see him come in and stop right in front of me, stoop down to put his backpack on the floor and rub his bundle on my dick that started to come alive, and he smiles at me discreetly. Vote and comment, criticize if you want. Give me some hugs! Account registered with the Office of the Arts and protected by Act 9.610 of 1998 and may not be reproduced or distributed without the author's permission.