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Tyler's head was so full of sand it was practically leaking out of his eyes, which rasped grittily with each slow blink. His fatigue was like a cotton blanket, dampening his other discomforted senses. He was hot. He was sweaty. The hard, clammy barrier of the bus's window felt amazingly cool against his gritty forehead in the otherwise stifling vehicle.
An errant thought passed through his head: My cock would feel amazing pressed against that glass. Strictly speaking, it wasn't this thought that gave Tyler his erection - it'd been throbbing away out of sheer exhaustion since he sat down. Yet, the thought added an extra layer to his misery. Gotta rub one out when I get home…
The bus came to a stop. The door opened, then closed. The bus rolled on.
Abruptly, Tyler felt the weight shift beneath him and heard the creak of plastic and metal as somebody sat down next to him. He glanced to the left and saw the shape of a young boy or teenager beside him. Why he'd chosen this seat rather than one of the numerous vacant seats near the front was beyond Tyler. Just then, however, he was weary enough to let it pass without comment.
Soon enough, the poor, young laborer descended into dreamland. He was sitting in his least favorite elementary-school-teacher's class and trying not to die from either horniness or ennui. To make matters worse, one of his classmates pulled Tyler's cock out of his pants and started stroking him under the table. He was scared stiff that the teacher might see, but his cock felt sooooo good.
The world swirled like a fuzzy, grey kaleidoscope. The disapproving stare of his teacher was replaced by the inoffensive yellow of a pedestrian crossing sign. His desk and books were replaced with the navy back of the seat in front of him. He was no longer an elementary student, but a 22-year-old adult. The hand stroking his exposed cock-
-still belonged to an elementary-schooler!
“Don't even try it,” the high, young voice next to Tyler warned as he reached for the stop button. “All I have to do is say this was your idea.”
That simple warning just about fried Tyler's circuits. He found his jaws working up and down, trying to find words to respond to this brat's audacity.
“Oh, did you just get even harder? You weren't twitching this hard before. You must really be a pedophile.”
Tyler felt a whimper bubble through his lips, too soft to be heard over the chugging of the bus. He looked around as best he could without drawing attention. Fortunately, nobody was sitting nearby. “…Can… you stop that? Please?” he whispered.
“Stop what?” he asked. Tyler still hadn't looked head-on at his sexual assaulter yet (he was preoccupied keeping an eye out for witnesses), but the ‘innocent’ lilt was just like a child's. Meanwhile his little hand paused at the top of the older man's shaft so he could swirl the tip of his thumb around and around and around his wet cockhead.
“…Let go,” Tyler whispered, trying to keep his cock from twitching anymore in the kid's hand.
“What for?” he asked, louder than Tyler liked, but not loud enough to catch anyone's attention. When the day laborer failed to come up with a good ‘what for,’ he pressed, “Are you gonna cum, ya old perv? Gonna make a big, squirty mess from a little kid's touch? Gonna walk home in your cum-stained shirt?”
A shiver gripped Tyler by the spine and made even his cock tingle. Gritting his teeth not to cum, his grabbed the child’s wrist to try and stop him…
That's when the kid's other hand darted over and gripped Tyler by the balls.
“Where do you think you're goin'?” the kid demanded, flexing his grip enough to make it clear who was in charge. “We ain't finished, bitch. I suggest you spread your legs a little and chill.”
“No…” Tyler begged, more of the universe than his attacker, but to no avail. When he failed to let go of the boy's wrist, the grip on his balls tightened.
“I said, sit back and relax,” the kid growled.
Fighting his instinct to struggle, Tyler relaxed his grip and sat back against the cheap upholstery of the bus seats. His breath came out easier as the vice around his balls loosened.
“Thaaaat's right,” the kid purred, his hand pumping the adult's 5.5” cock, gentle and merciless. “C'mon, scooch down s'more. Spread yer legs. Yer enjoying this, ain't ya, perv? Next stop is coming up. Better blow your load before anyone else gets on.”
Tyler’s closed his eyes in shame and self-loathing. Obediently, he sunk lower in his chair to make his blushing ears less of a spectacle. He spread his legs wide to hopefully stop the little boy's hand from touching them. He told himself over and over how sick this whole situation was. Why, why! hadn't he jerked off this morning?!
Then the kid leaned over, put his breath on Tyler's ear, and whispered, “Come on, baby boy. Cum for daddy.”
Tyler bit his lip to stifle a moan as his balls drew tight and began blowing spunk all over his chest. Curled up the way he was, a few errant, watery flecks even caught him on the face and trickled down his cheeks like teardrops.
“Wow… I mean wooooow,” smarmed the boy above the screech of the bus's brakes. “That's what made you blow your wad? I knew you were a freak, but I didn't think you were that fucked in the head.”
Tyler felt fresh, deep shame settle into his sullied body as the bus came to a halt and the door opened. He kept his head down and didn't see the passengers who disembarked. Nor did he notice the boy pull out a smartphone and level it in his direction. But he heard the shutter snap and saw the flash of light as a picture was taken of him in his disgraced condition.
Tyler reached out to try and grab the phone, but his reflexes were slow, he was so tired, and the boy smacked his hand away.
“Delete that!” the older man hissed.
“Nah, not gonna,” the kid answered flippantly.
For the first time, Tyler made eye contact with his attacker. Those vibrant blue eyes twinkled at him, full of scorn and amusement. For just a moment, he poised himself to tackle the boy and snatch the phone by any means necessary.
Then the boy, appearing to sense Tyler's intentions, took a sudden, loud, deep breath in preparation to scream. Tyler threw himself back at the window, every fiber of his body recoiling with terror. Then the boy, who hadn't screamed, grinned even wider, slid the phone into his shorts' pocket, and pulled up the zipper to secure it. “Yeah, that's what I thought. You belong to me now, bitch. Now drop your pants and face the window.”
Tyler felt his blood run cold. “We can't! I…”
The kid started to pout his lips in mock sadness. “Aww, awe you scawed?” he baby-talked in an undertone, then laughed maliciously. “Maybe you didn't hear me. I said, I own you! Now turn around and give me your ass, pedo-fag.”
Tyler hesitated, caught in a kind of mental deadlock, unable to fight his molester, nor to abase himself enough to comply. After a few seconds, the boy's expression softened a little.
“Heh. Scared of getting yer cherry popped? Alright, tell ya what. Let's make it a contest. I'll whip out my dick, and we'll compare. If your dick is bigger, I'll delete the picture, and you can have my phone for free. But if my dick is bigger, you turn around and keep your mouth shut while I fuck you stupid. Sound good?
“Good” was not the word that sprang to mind. But as well as suspecting he wasn't really being given a choice, it didn't seem like losing the contest was going to make things worse than they already were. So, meekly, he said, “Fine. You're… on.”
He hadn't even gotten the last word out before the brat flipped the hem of his sleek basketball shorts down and whipped out the biggest cock Tyler had even seen: veiny, rigid, hairless, 8 inches long if it was a centimeter. On such a small body, it looked as big as a club. Tyler stared at it, mesmerized… and blushed with shame at the renewed stirring of his own 5.5” cock – which had never felt so small as it did then.
The brat smirked and brandished his dick at the adult. “The fuck you waiting for? Slide over here and line ‘em up, bitch.”
Tyler felt his stomach clench in a way it hadn't done before. There was hardly a need to go to the trouble of measuring, but as the kid snapped, “I ain't got all day!” Tyler obediently scooted closer.
The boy grabbed both their dicks at once (he had to use both hands to hold them together) and squeezed them, making sure they were pressed up as flat as possible. Tyler whimpered, his cock leaking with fresh, shameful arousal.
“Aww, poor, tiny-dicked old man. Don't feel too bad about having a smaller dick than a 10-year-old. God just likes me better.”
He punctuated his statement with a few tight strokes of both their dicks together. Then he shoved the older man back with a palm squarely against his chest. “Now turn around and show me that ass.”
Tyler couldn't have said why it was so easy for him to comply now. Perhaps the dick-measuring contest had worked its magic on his masculine psyche. Whatever the reason, the cock-shocked man obediently turned around, slid down his pants, and stuck out his ass for the young boy to ogle.
A moment later, he felt a pair of small hands grab his cheeks possessively, weighing, squeezing, and spreading them. “Damn you got a nice ass, punk. This thing looks made for dick.”
Tyler didn't answer. He had made up his mind, staring out the window at the industrial park they were traversing, that he was not going to make a noise no matter what the brat did to him. He would at least deny him that satisfaction.
That resolve disappeared almost instantly as something wet, floppy, and slick began to tickle his hole. He looked over his shoulder and saw his young molester on his knees, face between Tyler's cheeks. Oh my god, this kid is eating me out!
“Stop that!” Tyler hissed urgently. “That's dirty!”
“No it ain't,” the boy protested, groping the older man's cheeks between licks. “It's just sweaty. I can still smell your body wash under the sweat. Fag,” he finished with a smack of the ass. He gave Tyler's virgin pucker a few more kisses before adding, “See what a nice guy I am? I'm even lubing up your hole so I don't break your ass on the first thrust. Maybe you ought'a quit acting like I'm some kind of bad guy and relax.”
There was no time for Tyler to reply; the boy promptly began massaging his taint as he licked, sending the laborer into factory reset. “Godddddd,” he moaned stupidly.
“Better shut up if you don't want everyone to see you exposing your pussy for a middle-schooler,” the kid crooned.
Tyler reigned in his moans, but it was hard. That tongue… It was so gross, and yet… the way his belly was clenching, and the speed with which his cock rose once more to attention, wouldn't let him ignore his arousal. Deep down he had to admit, this kid's tongue was heaven.
All of a sudden, the boy was up on the seat again, and his king-sized cock was prodding against Tyler's virgin pucker. “Relax, bitch. I'm about to change your life.”
Tyler had about three quarters of a second to grapple with what had just been implied before a pair of hands yanked on his hips, and 8” of rigid, prepubescent cock impaled him. Lucky for him it caught him at the end of an exhale, so he had no air with which to scream.
“Yeah, that's what they all say,” quipped his unsolicited lover. The boy waited a moment or two, doing no more than flexing his cock, then started hammering away at Tyler's ass.
Tyler couldn't completely stop himself from groaning as the bus rolled on. At first, he was groaning just from the pain – that tremendous pressure that threatened to break him in half. He clenched his eyes and teeth shut, leaning his forehead against the window, waiting for it to end. But after a few minutes, something terrible happened: it started to feel good.
“Your ass is loosing up,” the kid observed coolly. “Does that mean you're starting to like it?”
Tyler pursed his lips, keeping so quiet he could hear the plap, plap, plap, plap, plap of the boy's balls against his ass. Once or twice the cock slipped out, but then the boy put it back in right away. Each time it punched back in, it was a little bit more of a relief.
“…Hey, old man. If my cock is turning you on, keep yer mouth shut.”
Tyler opened his mouth, but all that came out was an inarticulate moan.
“Don't say anything if you like being my bitch.”
Again, Tyler wanted to respond, but though he spread his mouth wide to speak, he found that his voice had abandoned him.
“Arch your back and keep that ass still if you want me to dump a load of baby batter in your guts, pedo-fag.”
It seemed doubtful that Tyler was truly being given a choice in the matter. Moreover, though it shamed him to admit to himself, he was morbidly curious what it would be like to have a man's (at least, more of a man than he was) spunk inside of him. Some strange, hungry itch behind his navel almost seemed to crave it. So he obediently curved his back into a pleasing arch, then held his hips as still as possible so that the brat could finish inside him.
The boy pulled all the way out for a second, fired two, thick ropes across Tyler's back, then pushed back in to pump the rest of his load up the laborer's sweaty hole.
Tyler shivered, feeling the kid's cock slide in and out, in and out, in and out so easily now he was lubed up with a preteen's viscous spunk. There was so much, it made his belly feel noticeably warmer by the end, like he'd just drunk a big mug of hot chocolate.
“Mmm… Good fag.” With a last slap on the ass, the boy pulled his cock out and let his load spill out onto the worn bus seat.
Tyler pulled up his pants along with his ruptured dignity and resigned himself to sitting on the wet spot. The kid was already on his phone, appearing to take no notice of him. Hoping the torment would end if he just kept his head down, he reached into his pocket to fish out his own phone… but it was gone.
He'd barely started to scour the floor for it when the kid pushed a phone – Tyler's phone – under his nose. A new contact was displayed: “xXWaxMaxXx” along with a phone number.
“You're not a bad piece of ass. Text me next time you need your pussy blown open.”
A last spark of defiance shot through Tyler, and he opened his mouth to growl something surly and territorial in the kid's face. At that instant, ‘Max’ grabbed him by the front of his shirt and pulled Tyler into a full-mouthed kiss with tongue. Tyler squirmed and shuddered, painfully aware that any of the other passengers could turn around and see him kissing a preteen boy.
For all that… the kiss made his belly do cartwheels.
Five seconds later, the bus ground to a halt, and Tyler realized with a jolt that it was his stop. He shot to his feet, wincing in pain, and tried to scoot past Max. On his way, the kid groped his ass one last time and whispered, “See ya round, kid fucker.”
Nobody took any notice of Tyler as he practically ran off the bus.