Andrew is the name. I'm eighteen and in my final year at school. I'm what you might call average. Average looks, average personality, average intelligence, just plain average, or so I consider myself. Others have different impressions. My parents think I'm Mr Perfect, teachers give me the impression that they think I'm a fool who asks too many questions, girls consider me a non-entity.
There is one way that I'm above average but I tend to hide this fact. Basically, I have a big dick. Not noticeable in a standard situation but, when erect, god help me if anyone knows. I'd be ribbed mercilessly at school. Unfortunately, no young ladies have yet been in a position to appreciate my hidden talent, but one of these days.
I was standing at the bus stop, waiting for the school bus. I was the only one there until a couple of girls who are in one of my classes rolled up. Katherine and Jennifer. More colloquially known as Kat and Jenny. Nice enough girls, my age, but not interested in me. Both on the very pretty side but at my age any girl is pretty unless she's got a moustache bigger than my father's.
Both girls were wearing the school uniform which is a pretty drab thing. As they walked up to the bus stop the hemline of their skirts were swishing modestly around their knees. Once at the bus stop that changed. They started hitching up their skirts, rolling them up at the waist, drawing the hems up about mid-thigh.
This had both a positive and negative impact on me. I heartily approved of the display of legs but, and it was a big but, my old fella also approved and was rising to the occasion. I could feel my trousers starting to bulge in front and desperately willed the bulge to subside, which it did. A little bit, anyway.
I'd been concentrating so fiercely on persuading my bulge to un-bulge that I hadn't noticed the girls noticing. The girls were giggling and throwing little glances my way and I could feel the bulge starting to re form. More concentration and more giggling as the girls spotted the movement.
All would have been well if they'd left it at giggling. Kat didn't. She turned slightly away from me and made a production of bending over to buff a mark off her shoe, her shortened skirt riding up to flash her panties at me. Just like that the bulge doubled in size. Then Jenny got into the act. She dropped her bag at her feet and bent over it. No panties this time, as she was facing me. She must have slipped a button undone, though, because I saw some sizable cleavage, and I had a raging hard-on, fortunately confined by my trousers.
There were more glances from the girls, accompanied by more giggles, while I stood there with a red face, sweating blood. The giggling stopped and I heard Kat say something, sounding slightly puzzled. Jenny replied, whatever she was saying seemed to be expressing doubt. The next thing both girls were standing in front of me, considering me.
"Andrew, isn't it?" asked Kat and I acknowledged that she had my name right.
"Yes, well, Andrew, I was slightly puzzled over something and thought I should check. Please excuse me."
I'm thinking, excuse you for what, and I abruptly found out. The rotten bitch calmly reached for, and took hold of my erection through my trousers, actually moving it about so that it stood up straight, or as straight as it could get in a co9nfinerd area.
"I was right," Kat said to Jenny. "Check for yourself."
With that another little hand was groping me through my trousers.
The girls stopped groping me and they both stood there looking at me.
"So, Andrew, just how big is it when free?" asked Kat.
"Never mind," I said hoarsely, face hotter than ever.
"But we do mind, don't we, Jenny," said Kat. "I'll tell you what. We'll play that old game we used to play as kids. I'll show you mine if you show me yours."
"You have got to be kidding," I said, feeling slightly stunned. "In case you hadn't noticed we're standing in a public bus stop."
"So what? No-one can see what we're doing."
The girls looked at each other, smirked, and sat down on the bus-stop bench. A bit of wriggling and two pairs of panties were being stuffed into jacket pockets. The girls bounced back to their feet, blushing slightly, and forced me to sit down. It's easy for a girl to force a boy to do something. She just has to shove him around and he either obeys or runs away screaming. I obeyed and sat there looking like a stunned mullet, the girls facing me, and they lifted up the front of their skirts.
I'd never really considered the subject but now I knew that young ladies start shaving when they're eighteen. Two gleaming white pussies were facing me and I could see every detail of them. The girls held their pose for a good minute before dropping their skirts back into place.
"Your turn," said Kat, smiling.
I just sat there thinking this isn't happening, and wondering if I should panic now or later. It turned out that neither Kat nor Jenny had any patience.
"He's shy," announced Jenny. "We'll have to help him."
With that the girls sat down either side of me and unzipped me. I was trying to push their hands away, not too desperately, but trying, and they just slapped at my hands and continued their dirty work. As soon as I was unzipped Kat reached in and yanked my undies down out of the way and my erection sprang into sight for all to see.
"Wow. Impressive. I was right," said Kat.
Apparently they'd been trying to assess my size through my trousers. I hadn't realised girls did that sort of thing but now that I think about it, why not? We try to see through their clothes.
"Well, now that you've seen, can I put it away?" I asked. "We are in a public place. Easy for you two. All you've got to do is keep your skirts down. I have to tuck a complete package away."
"Well," said Jenny with a giggle. "That'll be easier if it's smaller."
Her hand glommed onto my cock and started stroking. Not to be left out, Kat did the same, and two hot little hands were exploring and rubbing to the accompaniment of a series of giggles.
It didn't seem to me that they were doing anything to make my cock smaller. If anything it felt as though it was growing in size. They kept busily at it, even though I warned them they were playing with fire.
"You do know the damn thing is loaded and likely to go off," I pointed out rather acidly.
"We're counting on it," said Kat, sounding quite happy at the prospect. "Just warn us so we can get out of the line of fire."
All eighteen year old boys are horny and ready to fire off at a moment's notice. Why would I be any different? A minute or so later I gave the girls their warning and they moved discretely to either side, not stopping with their gentle administrations. Then they were holding a firehose that was operating in fits and starts to the sound of muted applause from the audience.
For all their care the girls acquired sticky hands. Jenny crouched down and dived into her school bag, apparently forgetting her pantiless state, displaying everything. She then remembered and stood up hastily, blushing as she realised just how much she'd been showing. She handed Kat some wet tissues and wiped her own hands with a couple.
I was fine with the girls wiping their hands. I wasn't quite so fine with Jenny dropping a wet tissue over my erection (Yes. It was still standing tall.) and wiping it down, especially as she seemed to think that the head needed to be polished.
"Bus," I muttered somewhat desperately, and the girls looked up to see the bus approaching. It was almost laughable at the way they hastily sat down and wriggled into their panties. Trouble is it's hard to laugh when you're frantically stuffing a hard-on back inside your undies and trying to zip up.
