(Bonus) Going back to school

Nothing happened in the morning. I mean, nothing weird. I mean, weird by my old standards--Look, you know what I'm talking about. I had a shower, fingered my ass a bit, got dressed. Mom made us brekky. The usual stuff.

That's... Is that right? I feel like something--Whatever. Anyway, the bus ride was where things got strange.

I was all the way in the back, reading a book--Well, not really. I was using it to cover my face. Book camo. At the next stop, some uni students hopped on. We live pretty close to my high school, so I take the public bus there and back. If you stay on, the route takes you all the way downtown, and then to the university campus.

There were about three of them. They must've wanted to sit together, because they went all the way to the long bench seat at the back of the bus--Right next to me.

They chatted about clubs, what was going on at the campus bar that weekend... Innocent stuff like that. But that didn't last long. One moment the guy in the middle was talking to his friend, the girl sitting next to me. But the next time I glanced up, he was looking past her--Right at me. I swiveled my book-shield around to block his view, but it was too late.

"Hey Sarah, mind if we swap seats?"

She looked at him, then at me, then giggled. "Sure, sure. Feel free."

Soon he was hip-to-hip with me. I stared out the window, very deliberately, as if I could possibly avoid what came next.

I felt a hand reach down and squeeze my butt. I made a little "eep!" and turned back towards him. He was facing his friends, chatting away, even as his hand massaged my ass. He must've heard me squeak, because he turned to me and smiled.

"Hey, my name's Michael by the way." Then, as if that explained everything, he turned back to his friends and kept on groping.

I pushed his hand away, but it came back. So I did it again. This continued for a little while, until he turned to face me. He didn't look angry, or anything: he wasn't even really looking at me... If he had his eyes on anything, it was the butt--My butt--That he'd been trying to grope for the past two stops.

Suddenly he grabbed my arm, and pinned it to the back of the seat. Then with his other hand he dove right back in, and started fondling my ass again--Digging in deeper, this time.

Panicked by the sudden contact, I looked over to his friends. They were talking, just like before. Then I turned to the rest of the bus for help, but all the other passengers had that usual, absent commuter's face on.

Then I saw the view outside. "M-My stop's soon," I told him.

Michael released me from his grip. "Oh, sorry," he said.

Saved by the bell... It's a miracle! I began to shuffle out of my seat, and he stood up to let me by--But before I could scooch across and get up, he unzipped his fly.

"Didn't realize you were in a rush."

"...Yeah, uh..." I said, staring at him as he fished out his rock-hard cock and started jacking off. "L-Listen, my stop is next, so..."

His fist was a blur. "Sure, one sec..."

I opened my mouth to tell him: For God's sake! Not now! That was a mistake.

In that instant Michael reached his limit, and thick ropes of semen began to spurt from his cock. Several landed in my mouth, and operating on some instinct I stuck out my tongue--Then my real instincts kicked in, and I slammed it shut. The rest ended up painting my face... A load almost as big as Ace's, brought on by just a few seconds of jacking off.

"Thanks so much," He panted. As I moved to get up he patted me on the back, and I gulped reflexively. All his gooey jizz--Not as tasty as my brother's, unfortunately--Slithered down my throat. I ran off the bus, and didn't look back.

I walked to my first class, hanging back on occasion to avoid the crowds. By not getting too close, I managed to avoid any notice of me or my cummed-up face. As long as I stay out of sight, I'll be fine... But a tinge of dread swept over me as I realized that sitting in class would make that next to impossible.

I approached the classroom door, and was about to open it when I heard some voices from around a corner nearby: "I'm telling you, Candice's tits are huge! Have you seen her in that little blue top--"

"Dude, don't even start. Just thinking about Candice is making me hard."

"Too much information!"

"Yeah man, we don't need to hear about it. If you've got a problem, just find Felix. Pop a load in that cumslut's mouth, you'll feel way better--It's what he's there for, right?"

"I would if I knew where he was... Fuck, I gotta sit down. Oh, hey, did you hear about..."

My hands were shaking. Part of me was scared of what lay in store for me. Another part... Another part of me wanted to find out...