Sebastian Learns to Love Gay Sex

Part One -- a Wild Bus Ride

"Well, if you like Sarah you should go back there and tell her!" My best friend Joey said. "She's sitting by herself now because Lexi went to the back of the bus with, I dunno, one of the boys I think."

We were camp counsellors on a late night bus ride from New York to Michigan where we would be running a summer camp. Pheromones and youthful stupidity were running rampant. There were only two girls on the bus -- my crush Sarah and her friend Lexi. The rest of the dozen or so would-be counsellors were boys, mostly aged about 19 or 20 I would guess. Joey and I at 18 were amongst the youngest. We'd stopped for dinner at a restaurant somewhere near Lake Erie and set off again with at least four or maybe five more hours to go. The bus wasn't scheduled to arrive until well after 1am, and it was getting dark. Some people were nodding off, while at the back there seemed to be a party going on. Guys were laughing, chatting loudly and drinking from the illicit bottles of Bourbon and Tequila that were being passed round. Joey and I were near the front of the bus while Sarah sat in the row immediately behind us.

"OK I will." I said, even though my palms were sweating with the fear of approaching such an attractive girl. I was a late developer: still small -- only about 5' 6" -- and not needing to shave yet, which probably contributed to my lack of confidence with girls.

Nevertheless I daringly moved back one row to where the lovely Sarah was now sitting by herself, staring moodily out the window at the pink glow where the sun had disappeared below the horizon.

"Now what?" Sarah said irritably. "You boys are going to be harassing me this whole summer I can just tell."

"Well..." I was suddenly tongue tied. It was alright for Joey. He had probably never suffered the stress of trying to talk to a girl he liked, or the inevitable rejection that followed. "It's just that I really like you and..." I tailed off, not knowing how to continue. I realized Sarah had accidentally caught me staring at her lovely big breasts. Her sweatshirt did a poor job of concealing their gorgeous shape and the faint hint of her nipples where the fabric tented slightly. My heart skipped when I realized she had caught me looking. She had a slight smile of amusement on her pretty cupid lips.

"Look, I'm not interested in being hit on by you. Or the other boys," she said, "I mean, you're all way too hormonal. I mean, look over there at Paul -- he's been making indecent suggestions all day and now he's casually playing with himself, hoping I will go over there and help him."

I glanced over the aisle to where, in the fading daylight, I could see that she was right. Paul was massaging a log in his shorts, which seemed to be partially unzipped. The astonishingly big bulge protruded through his open pants, stretching his black underwear like the gear knob of a sports car.

"I mean, I like you and everything, and you're very cute. I like the way you wear your hair long. But..." She tailed off and was lost in thought for a long minute. Then she looked me in the eye and said, "I saw you looking at my boobs."

I blushed with embarrassment. Even though I was 18 I was very inexperienced with girls, and hearing her talk so casually about her breasts was sexy. "Look, I will make you a deal." She said. "You help me to keep the boys at bay and I will give you a treat."

"Yes! How?" I asked enthusiastically.

"Well for a start you can help me with Paul. Help to satisfy him. To service his needs, as it were. If you give him a hand-job I will show you my boobs. How about that?"

"Um what? No!" I responded. I had never touched another guy before and the idea was immediately repulsive to me. But somehow this whole conversation was causing a throbbing heat to swell between my legs. "And anyway, how does me touching him help you?" I asked, genuinely curious.

"Well, with boys, you know how it is. They all need an outlet for their sex hormones, and in my experience they just get hornier and hornier until they get some relief." I knew she was right on this point. This was definitely true with me. "So... if you help him to cum... you know, he will calm down and stop harassing me. See how that works? If you satisfy a boy who's coming onto me... well, I'll reward you. The more you do, the more I will show you. The more, the more. How about that deal?"

I was shocked, but it was a long, boring bus ride, and the idea of some sexual activity with Sarah was a thrilling prospect, so I was definitely considering it. Somehow the conversation with her was making me hard, and now my pants felt uncomfortably tight. I leant forward to the row in front of us and tapped Joey on the shoulder.

"What did she say?" he asked, turning back to talk between the seats.

"She says if I jack off Paul she will let me see her boobs."

"Haha! Wow. Didn't expect that." Joey chuckled. "But hey I think you should totally take her up on it. Making another guy cum, well... it's no big deal. It's really no different from doing it to yourself, and I know you do that!"

He seemed to have no hesitation in recommending this outrageous idea. I wasn't totally surprised because first of all, Joey is a daredevil, and second of all he's gay, although I don't know how many people on the bus were aware of that fact. Most of us were still virtual strangers, having just met at the orientation at a White Plains Hotel that afternoon. But Joey and I had been at high school together and had had many conversations about sex as we went through puberty. We'd never actually done anything sexual with one another, of course. In fact I'd never done anything sexual with another guy at all. And very little with a girl either, come to think of it.

At that point I wasn't thinking much about actually touching Paul's cock to be honest. I mean I was mindlessly considering it, yes, but really I was thinking about Sarah's beautiful body, particularly her big bouncy tits. And anyway, would it really be such be a big deal to jack him off? Nobody would know except Sarah. And Joey. And Paul of course. Whatever. I started to get excited by the prospect of some action to break up the monotony of several more hours on this stupid bus. Somehow I had the presence of mind to negotiate, which might explain why I later went on to become quite successful in business.

"So can I touch them?" I asked her. Just posing the question gave me a hot pulse of pleasure in my pants.

Sarah seemed surprised that her daring ploy seemed to be working. I was actually talking about doing this. "Yes, OK then. I don't see why not." She said, a wicked gleam in her eyes, "Give me a good show and I will let you see my boobs and feel them too."

The temptation was too strong. I was dying to see her gorgeous breasts, and the idea of touching them gave me such a powerful erection that I had to adjust my pants.

"I can see you like the idea." Sarah teased, looking down at my growing hard-on. I was blushing with embarrassment and lust. My adolescent body was surging with arousal. Plus, I always liked a dare. At that point I knew I was going to do it.

"OK, deal." I said. My heart pounding, I stood up and moved across the aisle to take the vacant seat next to Paul. He had put a T-shirt over his lap but it was obvious he was hiding a big hard-on underneath it.

"What's going on?" I asked him.

"Nothing," he replied. "Whaddyou want?" He didn't seem very pleased that I was bothering him. He saw me looking down at his lap where one hand was still moving under the white cotton of his T-shirt.

"Aren't you bothered that Sarah will see you playing with that thing?" I asked him. I had no idea how to proceed. "She's a bit worried about it and asked me to come over and talk to you."

"Well that's the point, isn't it?" Paul said. "I'm just so fucking horny. And if she sees my big tool, well she just might, you now, she might want to suck it or something."

"Yeah maybe, but she also might report you for being a pervert." I said. With that I pulled the T-shirt off him. It was now completely dark outside except for the lights from passing vehicles and houses, but I could see he had a very big, thick erection protruding proudly upwards from his open shorts. His underpants were pulled down below his hairy balls.

He quickly made an attempt to cover up his swollen penis but I just put my hand over his and said, "No, don't. Let me." And I boldly moved his hand out of the way.

"What are you, some kind of homo?" He growled. But I noticed he didn't resist as I moved his hands firmly to his sides. It had already occurred to me that, if people found out my friend Joey was gay, they would automatically assume that I was too, so if anyone saw me do this it certainly wouldn't help matters. But I didn't really care. I was young and horny and eager to maximize my experiences this summer. I glanced over at Sarah and saw that she was watching us intently. Joey had moved to the aisle seat with his head turned to look as well, but I was pretty sure nobody else on the bus could see in the dark what I was doing as I took hold of Paul's thick, hot cock. I didn't expect to enjoy it -- just get him off into his T-shirt and then go back to collect my reward from Sarah. Or better still, maybe she would let me come to her room later and she would undress for me. My cock throbbed at the prospect.

But much to my surprise I did enjoy it. Very much. Feeling another guy's stiff cock in my hand for the first time in my life was incredibly exciting. His thick shaft was hot against my palm and felt rigid with sexual tension where my fingers wrapped around it. He grunted as I pulled his foreskin all the way down and I was fascinated by the way I could feel the blood pumping through the big vein along the underside of his dick. I found I liked causing him to groan with lust as I played with him, getting him more and more aroused. I could tell that pleasure was surging through him, making his organ swell even further in my fist every time I slid it down then back up again. In the half-light I could see the glint of his sexual lubricant that was spilling out, coating the swollen head and wetting my hand. Sarah and Joey were watching wide-eyed as I carried out my dare, masturbating Paul's cock ever more confidently as I accepted the fact that I was going to undertake this humiliating act. It was kind of sexy that he just sat back and let me do it.

"Suck me." Paul grunted. "I want you to suck it."

"No way!" I said. Doing this was degrading enough without it escalating into anything even more kinky. I looked over at Sarah to see whether she had heard. Unfortunately she had, and she jumped on the idea.

"Oh yes!" she cried enthusiastically from across the aisle. I wished she would keep her voice down -- I desperately wanted to keep this dirty act secret from the other guys on the bus. But she continued quite loudly, "Let's see you take him in your mouth!" Then, lowering her voice, she leaned across the aisle and added conspiratorially, "...that would really make me want to reward you. What a great idea! The more the more, remember?"

I have to confess that, although I was repulsed by the idea of taking a guy's cock in my mouth... and yet... on another level, the thought of it intrigued and kind of excited me too. It would be so dirty -- so fucking filthy -- to taste another boy's cock.

I had often wondered if Joey sucked his boyfriend's cocks, but it wasn't my thing. I would never in a million years have considered doing it myself. But at the same time, I couldn't help thinking what a forbidden thrill it would be. I'm definitely not gay. But now, with Paul's hot, thick tool in my hand and nothing to break the monotony of another four hours on a dark bus I thought why the hell not? Fuck it. Nobody else would need to know. I kind of wanted to find out what it would be like.

I knew I was going to do it.

As soon as I'd had that thought my cock pulsed hotly and leaked wet pre-cum into my pants. I was stupidly excited to try it all of a sudden, and I was crazily turned on by the idea. I shifted my butt over towards the aisle so that when I lowered my head into Paul's lap it would line up with his hard-on. The hot, dirty masculine smell of his arousal assaulted my nostrils but by then I was committed. I was going to do this for Sarah come hell or high water.

Still holding the soft, warm length of Paul's shaft, I tentatively put my tongue out and licked it. The skin was so velvety smooth. I didn't expect that. I slid my tongue all the way up it and around the tip, tasting his leaking juices and orally teasing the fat, glossy head of his cock -- almost but not quite kissing it. I hesitated at first to put my lips on it. But fuck, this was so much sexier than I anticipated. OK fuck it, I thought. Why not? I've already gone this far. I started kissing the head of his cock, mouthing the soft skin as if it was an over-ripe peach. He groaned. Through my lust-filled brain I heard Sarah's voice saying "Wow, that's hot."

"Stop playing around -- just fucking suck it for god's sake." Paul grunted. Obligingly I opened my mouth and sank my lips down over the helmet of his dick. I couldn't believe how big it felt on my tongue and how much it stretched my lips to take him all the way in. It completely filled my mouth. I thought I would hate doing this but in fact it was the opposite. It was hot, erotic and quite delicious.

"Mmmm." I murmured inadvertently as the pleasure of sucking him took over. My brain was clouding with desire for more. God this was amazing. I totally loved having his cock in my mouth! I sucked him deeper, tasting his sexual lubricant and swirling my tongue around his rock-hard sex. "Mmmm..." I went again. I liked making him hard -- it felt so dirty and erotic to give such intimate pleasure to another guy with my lips and tongue. My cheeks hollowed as I applied suction to his big tool, and I continued to masturbate him onto my mouth as I did so. He eagerly pulled his pants down and his shirt up, so my cheek was lying against the heat of his bare abdomen, then he grabbed my free hand to place it between his parted legs on his plum-sized balls. He had a hand on the back of my head, forcing me downwards so his cock went deeper down my throat until I thought I would choke.

But the truth was that I was thoroughly enjoying my unexpected opportunity to act like a cum-loving slut. So I just leaned into it and fondled his big balls, sucking him hard while his breathing grew more and more labored until he was panting with desire. I loved making him so excited and I hoped Sarah was watching closely so she would reward me with some delicious naked intimacy later.

Then my heart sank as I heard a male voice saying, "Hey check this out guys -- some serious cock-sucking going on over here!"

Oh shit, I'd been discovered. My cheeks were crimson with shame at the thought of what I must look like -- slobbering like a slut over another guy's big dick. I heard male voices which meant more guys were crowding over to get a look. But at that point what could I do? I just kept sucking Paul because, for one thing he was just about to cum, and I thought it would be mean to stop and leave him hanging. And for another, I was probably already a marked man -- a pervert or something like that.

Also, although I couldn't explain it, I really wanted to make Paul cum. The humiliation of it felt degrading but at the same time strangely arousing. I was being such a dirty cock-sucking whore, I may as well get my money's worth. My cock pulsed and leaked into my pants as I redoubled my sucking, deliberately exaggerating my disgustingly slutty behavior. "Mmmm." I hummed as I deliberately wanked Paul into my mouth, slobbering down his shaft so his pubes were wet and his thighs glossy with a combination of my saliva and his sex juices. I no longer cared that I had an audience -- in fact I was relishing it -- as I gleefully made Paul cum in my mouth. He cried out suddenly as his cock swelled to a massive girth and exploded in an orgasm which filled my mouth to overflowing. I gasped as I tried to pull back, but that just meant that Paul shot several more ropes of thick, creamy cum into my face and hair in addition to the torrent that went down my throat. I gulped, trying to swallow, and coughed as Paul's massive ejaculation went everywhere, flowing down my chin and almost choking me.

When I lifted myself up I felt strangely proud of myself. There was a ragged cheer and some applause from about four guys who had crowded into the aisle and were all fighting to see what was going on. I had cum coating my chin and dripping from my lips. Sarah looked radiant and she smiled warmly at me, but I barely had time to make eye contact with her when another set of hot, erect male genitals was pushed into my face. A guy I didn't even know was standing next to me stroking his exposed cock, waiting for me to finish with Paul so he could be sucked off too. Without thinking I must have opened up for him because the next second he shoved his cock into my mouth. Luckily he was smaller than Paul because he just jammed his over-excited erection all the way in until it hit the back of my throat.

"Glahh" was the only protest I could make as my mouth was filled with his fat tool, then "Mmph mmph mmph" as he started rocking his hips back and forth, sliding his cock in and out, going in deeper with each thrust. It was an outrageous sexual assault, so why the hell was I so turned on by it? It was insanely erotic to be forced to take him orally like this in front of the small but enthusiastic audience. But somehow I was loving it. Why did I like this so much?

"Yeah, fuck that's good!" he gasped as he fucked my face, his hand on the back of my head, pulling me into his crotch with each thrust until I was gagging, my nose touching his wiry pubes. I was filled with the unwelcome male smell and taste of him but my own cock was like an iron bar between my legs, rigid with excitement, and it seemed to be spurting pre-cum liberally into my wet underwear. I hoped he would cum quickly because I was having difficulty breathing and my gag reflex meant I was starting to retch. Only a few minutes had passed since I'd decided to try fellatio and already I was sucking my second cock. It was wildly sexual. What the fuck was happening to me?

"What's going on back there?" the driver yelled. I was struck with fear, but didn't have time to register how much trouble I might be in because at that moment my unknown assailant came in my mouth.

"Aaah" he cried as his cock spurted wildly. I stopped breathing and tried to swallow, then coughed as his copious gushers of cum filled my mouth and flowed down the back of my throat. Luckily he released my head so I could pull away, allowing his pulsing hard-on to continue ejaculating over the front of my T-shirt and shorts. I gasped for air. My lips were still attached to his cock by strings of saliva and semen.

"Sit down back there!" The bus driver shouted sternly, trying to see in his mirror what the hell was going on. "You can't be standing in the aisle. Sit down please." I was terrified that we would be reported for indecent behavior and didn't know what to do. Joey was grinning at me like a lunatic. I stood up, intending to go forward and resume my seat next to him. I must have looked a sight with male cum spattered liberally down my front as well as adorning my face and hair. I was conscious that my cock was so hard I could hardly walk. But the next minute I was grabbed and pulled backwards.

"Come back here," a guy whose name was Gary, (or it might have been John, I wasn't sure) said, grasping me firmly, his fingers digging painfully into my bicep. "We have to sit down," he went on, dragging me forcibly towards the back of the bus. It was the kind of bus with no rear window. I guess the driver sees the road behind with cameras. In any event there was no light of any kind back there, although I could see a couple of guys drinking from a bottle of Bourbon. Another three guys who had been standing followed me down the aisle. I didn't feel as if I had a choice.