It was boredom made manifest. Gay sex But what if? I struggled not to push forward, savoring the feel of his mouth on me.He sucked me, head moving back and forth as he worked my jeans down to my ankles. This attraction, toward another boy, an older boy, made me grow more introverted. I was between his legs, one on the back of the seat and the other hooked in the steering wheel. And it freed me from the bus.I did see Josh around the community, at fish fries by the volunteer fire department or at one of the small general stores buying a soda. His fingers worked my jeans open, pulled them part and down along with my boxers till my cock bounced up hard, free of its confinement. I felt Josh’s erection press against my stomach and a renewed sense of desire overtook me.I lay on the seat, my ass right at the opened driver’s door, Josh holding each leg against his shoulders as he drives into me, his thick hard cock penetrating me, over and over. And there was the strong jaw line, the sparse beard trying to come in along its edge, fading out before getting to his hairline. And it freed me from the bus.I did see Josh
