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After-Midnight Beltings On The Greyhound Bus
Back in the day …
Fifteen year old Truman hated traveling on the Greyhound. He wished he could fly on airplanes or take trains, but who could afford those expensive things in those days? Not visiting his many aunts, uncles and cousins who lived hours away during dull summer months was not an option either, so Truman dutifully waited at the bus terminal each of the several times during the summer months from year to year from about ten on up, nobody minding a young boy on such long trips. Truman minded. He hated sitting next to smelly old folks or funny looking strangers, but in those days, strangers were safe and hot harmful or threatening to a young boy.
Finally though, during one summer trip in his fifteenth year, Truman found a seat next to the window about mid-way back in the bus. This was a "red-eye" trip, cheaper than the usual and the bus would drive through the night from 11:30 PM to morning to its destination. Truman had never taken a trip that time of night, so maybe there was a little extra excitement, at least to start. The bus pulled out of the station and what a surprise! Nobody sat by him to start, he had two seats to himself, at least for awhile.
The bus drove about thirty minutes down the road and then started the first of many stops. Truman knew somebody eventually would be taking that aisle seat next to his, probably some old person or strange adult, but not this time! This time a handsome boy a year or two older than Truman came on board and sat down next to Truman. Right away the boy smiled at Truman,
"Hi, I'm Earl, nice to meet you."
Truman smiled, "Truman, good to meet you too Earl."
Nothing much was said after that until the bus was well back on its way down the road, but quickly, both Truman and Earl started to have funny feelings about each other. Truman had these feeling before, at home alone mostly, but in other places as well such as at school, anywhere that he could spare private feelings that led to self-pleasuring moments. Earl had them too and was much more experienced in these things and had been with other boys for more than just self-pleasuring.
Truman was a good looking boy just like himself and bus trips for Earl had been just as frustrating in not having very young folks to sit next to so he struck up a quiet conversation with Truman. At first it was just the usual "where you headed?" and other light banter, but over the next hour as every other passenger nodded off to sleep, both Truman and Earl remained wide awake.
"I'm getting a little cold, mind to share a blanket?" Earl then asked Truman. Earl was not cold but the blanket seemed a good idea for some reason and nodded, "Yea, lets."
Under the blanket, knees started to touch, carefully at first, but both boys enjoyed the touch. Earl then let his left hand slide over to the top of Truman's thigh. Truman looked straight ahead and closed his eyes and let his thighs part, his hands staying towards his left thigh and out of the way so far; but Truman's penis started to get hard. Earl felt the additional pressure of Truman's knee, a positive sign. He slowly slid his hand up Truman's thigh, all under the blanket.
Truman moaned, just a little, but enough for Earl to gain confidence. His hand now slid onto Truman's very hard pants bulge and gave it a gentle squeeze and he leaned over and quietly whispered, "You are a very bad boy Truman. You need a spanking."
All that did was make Truman's right hand cover over Earl's, adding additional pressure and pleasure. Truman whispered back, "I dare you."
Earl's hand quickly clamped down even more and he quietly replied,
"You just wait Truman, you're gonna get it." and then removed his hand and turned to his side away from Truman.
Both boys pretended to sleep until the next stop, but didn't sleep a wink. When the bus finally pulled into a rest stop, it was about 1:30 AM or so. Few folks got off the bus and those were only women. Truman and Earl hurriedly got off the bus and rushed to the back of the building where the men's room was, opened the door and rushed in.
"Get those trousers and shorts down, you're getting a whipping, hands up above the urinal Truman!" Earl demanded.
Truman was fast to move and bared his bottom, standing up, hands up high on the wall. Truman brandished his belt, doubled it up and went to work, whipping on Truman's bare bottom, strong stinging cuts, enjoying the sights of Truman's hot little bum.
Truman winced, grimaced and yelped just a little as the hot licks bit into his tender ass cheeks, but the whipping didn't last very long.
"Better go! Come on, I'll treat you," Truman said.
"Treat me?" Truman asked.
"Just trust me, come on!" and Truman dressed quickly and they were out the door and made their way back to the bus.
Back on the bus and back on the road, blanket back in place across their laps, Earl leaned over and whispered,
"Slide your pants down, undies too."
Truman didn't question Earl. His bottom was still warm and toasty from his rest room whipping and his erection was in desperate need of relief for how the whipping had made him feel. Earl carefully looked around, especially at the two old ladies that were fast asleep on the other side of the aisle. Then, when Truman was bare in front, Earl slumped way down, then his head quickly ducked under the blanket and his mouth quickly found Truman's bared erect penis.
Right there, Earl sucked on Truman's erection, Truman's first blow job ever. The sensations of having another boy's mouth sucking him off was an electric excitement, not to mention his bottom still feeling those hot belt stripes and doing all of this under the cover of the blanket and at night. The sounds of the bus's constant loud engine and road noise of the bus tires drown out any sounds that the boys might have made.
Truman had to cover his mouth as his orgasm exploded and his juices were expertly slurped down into Earl's mouth, but it was soon over and Earl's head came back up. Truman was momentarily stunned, but then recovered and leaned into Earl's ear,
"Thank you, I've never done anything like this before," Truman readily understated, his body still quivering from the wonderful delight.
Earl grinned and leaned over to reply,
"I have, it's fun. You can whip my butt at the next stop, but don't worry. You don't have to blow me."
Truman carefully pulled his pants back up and nodded and the boys pretended to sleep again, Truman's mind buzzing about giving Earl a belting soon. About ninety minutes later, the bus stopped again and the boys made their way out. Once again, they had the men's room to themselves in the wee hours of the morning.
"Now you take your belt off and get your pants and shorts down!" Truman gleamed. Earl grinned and did just that and stood up against the wall, hands up high over the urinal.
Truman saw Earl's penis upright and erect and smiled, then looked at Earl's attractive bum. He wound up and started to give Earl his whipping. Earl closed his eyes and stuck his bare rear far out for his licks. Each one urged his lusts further and further until the pain really started to get to him,
"Harder!" Earl said and Truman accommodated him.
"Yeouchh!" Earl finally said and Truman stopped, Earl's bare bottom nicely criss-crossed with belting welts.
"Come on! Let's get back!" Earl suggested and grabbed some paper towels, expecting Truman would not be doing the same with his dick as Earl had with Truman's.
When the bus got back onto the road and everything was quiet, Truman leaned over,
"I can get you off with my hand, I don't think I can do the other."
"That's OK, I have some paper towels," and Truman nodded.
Earl slipped down his trousers and underwear under the blanket and Truman slid his hand over. Putting his hand on Earl's penis was another first time for Truman. It felt good to Earl and to Truman both. Truman slid his tight fist up and down Earl's erection as Earl got the paper towels ready and fairly quickly, Earl had to suppress more than just a very hard and pleasurable grunt as his juices wetted the paper towels. Earl grinned as it finished and Truman sighed and reluctantly pulled his hand off of his seat-mate's erection.
Soon after, as the boys had been up all night, they dozed off asleep. Earl's destination came up about 90 minutes later, but when the bus stopped, Truman went on sleeping. Reluctant to awaken Truman, Earl wrote his first name and telephone number on a small scrap of paper and tucked it in with Truman under the blanket then smiled at the sleeping boy and left the bus.
The bus drove on and Truman stirred several times, knocking the piece of paper off onto the floor. Then when Truman finally awoke and stretched when the bus finally reached his destination, his foot slid the paper further under the seat in front, forever lost. He saw Earl was gone and was saddened. He couldn't even remember where Earl had disembarked.
Truman would never see Earl again, but would always remember that particular midnight trip on the Greyhound bus and how fun and exciting it had been. Maybe it would happen again someday, maybe not, but he would never think of bus trips in quite the same way ever again.
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