No sooner had he sat down before the bus departed.Being summer, we were both wearing shorts and t-shirts. He also had what looked like a rolled-up lig...htweight travel blanket, which he placed on the seat next to him.I was determined not to engage him in conversation and possibly end up being bored out of my mind by some straight guy. I, therefore, did not glance in his direction nor make any eye contact with him. Instead, I engrossed myself in a magazine that I had brought along.My mind began to. On instinct, I started to swallow. Another sound came out of him, sounding more like a grunt this time, and there was a second blast of the thick, hot fluid down my throat. I had to cough that one up, however I did so with the older kid’s big cock still in my mouth, and ended-up coating it, and a good amount of his pubic-hair with the gooey substance. See, I still hadn’t actually realized what he was spraying into my mouth. But, as the third blast popped out of his cock, the realization. He looked at me a bit nervously as if to ask, “Is this ok?” I gave him a nod and a smile of approval and he became more passionate as he kissed her neck and ran his hand up her shirt. He whispered something in her ear and she giggled. She took his head in her hands and locked on his lips with a deep French kiss, then got up, undressed and took him by the hand down the hall. He stepped out of his pants and shrugged off his shirt as she led him down the hall. I was so turned on. I was rubbing. Steve yelled and said some mean things to me. He would call me late at night cursing at me. He waited for me outside of work to convince me not to leave him. It was bad. One day Steve begged me to come over his place and I refused. Then he said his friend Carl would come over too so I would feel safe. I liked Carl. He and his wife used to hang out with Steve and me and we always had a good time. Carl was a few years older than Steve and was bigger than Steve. Carl came to pick me up (I had no.