Lions of the Desert-Part 2

It might have been an eternity. Or it might have been about forty-five seconds.  Either way, Lee wasn’t sure he actually breathed again until he was back in his seat on the bus.  He had been one of the first passengers on board after the driver opened the door.  He felt his chest heaving up and down with every anxious breath.  His cheeks were an inferno of blushing embarrassment. But as he each new quiet second passed, Lee felt himself calming down.  He assured himself no one had noticed him, that no one had spotted the damp, darkened patches on his shorts or the first few shiny, exposed inches of his pulse-thrumming cock.  No one was pointing at him. No one was looking at him as they whispered amongst each other.

In fact, once again, Lee felt mostly invisible amongst the rest of the world around him.  He felt the ability to breathe normally again.  And, as he carefully readjusted his softening cock and worked the exposed head back under the hem of his short, pink shorts, Lee was able to think back on the ten minutes with the young, Hispanic stranger in the gas station.  A powerful tidal wave of feelings rolled through his mind.  What was I doing, Lee thought to himself. That had to be one of the most shameful, debaucherous, indecent moments of my life!  Lee closed his eyes for a moment, clutching his bookbag to his chest.  Damn, he thought with a slow sigh. But they were the most exciting, too.

The sound of more passengers noisily making their way past his row made Lee open his eyes again. He watched a heavy-set Mexican man shuffle by toward the rear of the bus then stood up.  Lee’s five-foot ten-inch height meant he only had to slightly crouch under the long overhead rack above the dark, maroon upholstered chairs.  Taking a step out into the narrow aisle, Lee hoisted his heavy backpack up onto the metal slats bolted into the frame of the bus.

“Need help,” whispered Anthoy right beside Lee’s right ear.

Lee felt goosebumps bloom across his arms and legs from the feeling of the boy’s breath on his ear lobe.  He could just barely smell the faded hint of sporty deodorant coming from the slightly taller boy.  His pulse began to rush again when he felt Anthony’s fingers gently grip his waist, as if preparing to make sure Lee didn’t fall over backwards.

“I…I think I got it okay,” Lee said, his voice audibly shaky.

Anthony smiled coyly.  “Good.”

Lee moved back to his seat by the window.  He had picked a spot about midway down the length of the bus when he had first boarded in Junction, Texas.  When the oversized, clunky vehicle had stopped in Pecos, Lee had been able to shift from the aisle to the window seat in the same row.  Now, he picked up his thin, navy-blue fleece blanket he’d left to claim the chair.  Anthony was still standing in place as Lee sat down. He studied the boy even more carefully, noticing the way his open hoodie had small tears on one side under his arm, the way the bright lights in the ceiling panels made his blue mesh shorts glisten subtly.  The cuffs of his white socks were stretched around his muscular calves a few inches above his ankles, rising away from the dirty, gray Crocs on his feet.

“May I join you,” Anthony asked, pointing to the empty aisle seat.

Lee’s pulse skipped. The erection in his pink shorts was instantly rigid again.  He thought about saying no.  A part of him knew he should have.  But another part of him wanted the complete opposite.  “Sh…Sure,” Lee answered, his voice still shaking.

“Nice,” Anthony said.  He dropped his weathered bookbag off his shoulder, pushing it up onto the rack above the seats.  His hoodie opened even more as he stretched, revealing a taught, honey-brown abdomen and smooth, lightly defined pectoral muscles.

Lee felt his mouth go dry.  He let his gaze drift down, noticing the hefty bulge swinging freely in the front of his Dodger-blue mesh shorts.  Anthony was smirking down at Lee when he looked up again.

With his bag secure on the rack above them, Anthony moved like he was about to take a seat in the cushioned chair beside Lee.  At the last moment, he shifted, placing his left knee into the maroon-covered padding and leaning his body forward as if he wanted to see something out the window.  His position put his loose, semi-hard cock under the silky, blue material right in Lee’s face.

“Hey Lee,” Anthony said softly.  His words were just loud enough for the other boy to hear above the rustle of activity around them.

“Yeah,” Lee asked.  He had pressed himself back into his chair.  There were still only a few inches between his face and the boy’s crotch.

“Kiss it.  Like you kissed my foot.”

Lee lifted his gaze sharply, searching for Anthony’s eyes, to gauge his expression.  The boy was staring out the window into the night.  The blue-white glow of the huge fluorescent lamps above the gas pumps shone across his profile and his bare chest left exposed by the broken zipper on his hoodie.

Lee swallowed.  His mouth still felt dry.  His stomach twisted nervously as he became hyper aware of all the other passengers.  And yet, once again, he found himself inexplicably doing just as the boy instructed.  He only had to sit forward a little.  His lips pressed against the silky fabric covering the hardening tube of thick boy flesh.

“Lower,” Lee heard Anthony say.

And he complied, this time dragging his tongue down the hidden shaft until the silky material of the boy’s shorts suddenly grew very damp.  The taste was bitter and slightly salty.  He wanted more.  He pressed his mouth tighter into the wet fabric, now sucking the precum leaking out of Anthony’s hardening cock right through the sweaty mesh.  Lee kept silently sucking, ignoring the voice in his head warning him someone was going to see what he was doing.  He’d be left there in that foreign town, so far from home.  He’d have to go back to Harper.  He’d have to face them all in shame.

Anthony hissed a breath.  His cock was at its full, six-inch hardness as the other boy suckled on his tip.  He began to reach for the front of his shorts, to let his leaking, uncut cock spring free and find its home in Lee’s willing mouth.

“Alright, everyone,” the gravelly voice of the old bus driver suddenly bellowed down the length of the long vehicle.

Lee and Anthony flinched at the same time.  Lee tasted one more squirt of precum from Anthony’s engorged dick before the boy pulled away to sit down beside him.  The pair grinned bashfully at each other as Anthony bent the flagpole in his shorts down with his forearm.

“Please get seated.  Let’s keep the lights low so those who want to sleep can,” the driver said from the front of the bus.  He repeated himself, this time in awkward Spanish.  Even to Lee’s naïve ears, the beer-bellied old man’s grammar sounded forced and out of place.  At least he’s trying, thought Lee.

A few moments later, the bus rattled and chugged loudly to life.  The lights of the gas station dimmed away behind them, leaving only the dim orange running lights on the floor and a few overhead lamps to barely illuminate the cabin.

“So, where are you headed,” Anthony asked a few minutes after the bus had accelerated away from the gas station.  His voice was slightly muffled by the steady din of the heavy vehicle and the hushed, sleepy conversations around them.

Lee looked over to see Anthony leaning forward and reaching down toward the floor in the near darkness.  “Umm…Desert Hill,” he answered slowly as the other boy slipped off the cracked, faded blue Crocs he was wearing and tucked them, one at a time, under his socked feet.

“The college place,” Anthony asked, sitting upright again and stretching.

“Yeah,” said Lee, swallowing hard.  His throat and mouth felt nervously dry again.  Anthony’s hoodie was fully open.  Lee couldn’t look away from the smooth, brown chest of the handsome boy.  One sleeve had begun to slip part way down Anthony’s shoulder.

“That’s cool, bro,” Anthony said with a tender half smile, bringing his right foot up to his left knee.

“You…You’ve been there,” asked Lee, watching with unblinking eyes as Anthony lazily caressed one of his chocolate-colored nipples for a moment.

“Nah.  But I’ve heard a little about it.  Seems nice.”

Lee let himself lean back into the maroon chair.  “I hope so.  I haven’t even seen a picture of it.”

Anthony gripped the top of his right sock.  “Not even on the website?  What about the socials?”

“We didn’t have a computer at home.  And I…”

Lee’s voice trailed off as he watched Anthony slowly peel the white cotton sock all the way off his right foot.  He couldn’t remember ever finding feet so arousing.  And yet, this boy’s bare foot sent an undeniable rush of pent-up lust coursing through Lee’s excited teen body.  He could feel a long string of precum trickle down the top of his thigh inside his pink shorts.

Anthony was using his sock to brush the lint off the bottom of his foot and from between his flexing toes when he realized a few seconds had passed without Lee saying anything else.  “You…what?”

“I…umm…don’t have a smart phone.”

Anthony lowered his right leg off his knee, tucking his sock into one of the stiff, rubber shoes.  “Wow,” he said, leaning back and bringing his left foot up to his right knee.  “That’s rare, bro.”

Lee nodded absently, watching Anthony slowly strip the second sock off, repeating the same methodical cleaning process he had performed on his other foot.  “I know,” said Lee, almost at a whisper.  His eyes weren’t blinking as he stared at Anthony’s toes wiggling seductively while he cleaned between them.  “Just the way it’s been.  My grandparents didn’t have that much money.”

Anthony sat up, leaning forward again to tuck his left sock away in his other shoe.  “I get that,” he said.  He glanced at Lee, the shadow of the rigid pipe in his shorts, and then the heavy arm rest between them.

“What is it,” asked Lee, noticing Anthony’s gaze pointed at a spot between them in the near-dark.

The bright beam of a big rig’s headlights illuminated Anthony for a moment.  It was just enough light to push back the dark as the boy pressed his palm flat against the end of the arm rest.  It nudged more easily than Anthony had expected.  He pushed it all the way up, a hinge squeaking between the two chairs.

“Nice,” Anthony whispered happily before shifting in his seat again.

“What are you doing,” Lee whispered.

Anthony reclined his back into the outside corner of his chair.  “Getting comfortable,” he said matter-of-factly as he brought his legs up, his bare feet coming to rest in Lee’s lap.

Lee groaned softly in his throat.  Anthony hadn’t even hesitated to start applying pressure to the hard tube of boy flesh straining the front of his shorts.  The mysterious and alluring Hispanic boy was subtly rolling Lee’s very excited cock between his smooth heels.  Any second Lee was certain his shorts were going to be split open wolfman-style by his rampant rod, or he was going to erupt molten hot cum like a human volcano.

Then, suddenly, Anthony stopped moving his feet.  Lee tilted his head down just as the big toe on Anthony’s left foot began ascending toward his lips.  The boy didn’t even have to ask him this time.  Lee kissed the soft skin of the round digit as soon as it was within reach.  He let his lips linger on the blunt tip for a heartbeat and then two, then opened them enough to let his tongue tap lightly against it.  Headlights flashed past the window again.  Lee wondered if anyone noticed the strong, muscular teen foot at his mouth.  But as Anthony pushed the hovering extremity up a little more, forcing another few centimeters of his big toe between Lee’s lips, the boy from Harper realized he didn’t care at the moment.

“Rub the other one,” Anthony whispered.

Lee complied, wrapping the boy’s right foot with both hands tightly as he began to suck and lick on the toe in his mouth more and more excitedly.  Anthony watched him wordlessly, enjoying the sensation of the innocent boy’s mouth on his foot while precum dripped off his foreskin inside his mesh shorts.  “So good, right,” Anthony asked Lee quietly, giving his own cock a squeeze.

Lee nodded, now moving his mouth over the other toes on Anthony’s left foot.  There was no sweaty, cheesy smell.  There was no clammy texture.  The boy’s foot was perfect to Lee.  He kissed under the joints of the small digits now wet with his saliva.  He let Anthony move the foot up higher, pressing the smooth sole against his mouth and face.  Lee felt encouraged.  He felt the need to lick every inch of the skin Anthony was presenting to him.  At the same time, Lee’s hands massaging the other foot moved all on their own.  He could feel himself pushing the bare sole up and down against his crotch.  Anthony wiggled the toes playfully, gripping the tip of Lee’s throbbing, young manhood.

“So, you’re going to college, huh,” Anthony asked casually, keeping his voice low.

Lee nodded before moving his mouth around to the side of Anthony’s left foot.

“That means you’re…eighteen?”

“Mhmm,” Lee hummed against Anthony’s skin.

“Cool,” said Anthony.  He squeezed the rampant bulge in his shorts again, the slick material even more wet than before.  “I turned nineteen in December.”

Lee barely heard him.  He was startled by the feeling of Anthony’s right foot pushing at his shirt.  For the first time in an eternity of minutes, Lee took his mouth off the foot he had been worshipping.  Without really knowing why, he pulled the hem of his tank top upward over his torso, exposing the subtle pudge of his of his belly to the humid air moving through bus.  Wet toes came down gently onto the smooth, bare skin of his stomach, making Lee’s scrawny body shiver excitedly.  He shivered again when those wet toes pushed their way under the top of his shorts.

Anthony bit his lip at the feeling of the boy’s thin patch of downy soft pubic hair.  He had hoped Lee might be totally smooth.  But the unexplored, innocent territory of this boy still had Anthony highly excited.  He pushed his foot as far as his tensing muscles would allow, one toe brushing the base of Lee’s hot, fleshy pole.

Lee closed his eyes, his senses overwhelmed by his surging lust.  His hands, no longer with a task to do, gripped the sides of his shorts tightly the more he felt Anthony’s toes teasing his penis.  He sensed the boy shifting awkwardly beside him.  Lee’s breath caught as soon as he felt Anthony’s breath and then his tongue on his ear.  The boy teased him for a long minute, dragging the very wet tip of his talented tongue across every inch of the sensitive lobe.  He could feel Lee’s body growing more and more stimulated.  He glimpsed Lee’s hands gripping his pink shorts, the boy’s knuckles almost white in the passing glare of headlights.  Anthony knew something had to be done about those shorts.

“Lee,” he whispered into the ear wet with his saliva.  “Take them off.”

Lee’s body stiffened.  There was no question about what Anthony had meant.  “I-”

Anthony pressed his mouth even more firmly against the damp ear lobe.  He moved his right hand under the boy’s shirt, caressing the soft skin that quivered under his fingertips.  He probed Lee’s ear with his tongue again.  “Take them off,” Anthony whispered, his words a seductive hiss as he pinched Lee’s right nipple.

Lee felt his resistance fading away.  The rational thoughts of his brain were bogged down by the horny fog of hormones.  He tensed his arms, pushing them forward just slightly.  An inch of his bare ass touched the maroon upholstery of the seat.

“More,” Anthony instructed.  He pressed his lips lightly against the skin just below Lee’s ear before teasing and pinching his nipple again.  With his left hand braced against the back of the seat, Anthony suddenly felt the soft, dark fleece of Lee’s throw blanket.  “Trust me,” Anthony whispered, dragging his tongue across the corner of Lee’s jaw bone and back up to his ear.

Lee felt his arms moving again, then his shorts.  Inch by inch the pink fabric slipped lower on his legs.  The humid air touched the short strands of his thin bush, making him gasp between clenched teeth.  He had to lean forward when the cuff of each shorts leg bunched up around his knees.  Still, he kept pushing.  Then, Lee felt it.  The slightly stale air touched his precum-soaked cock as it jumped free. And Lee kept pushing at his shorts, urging them forward on his trembling, excited body until they were mostly down his legs.

“More,” Anthony whispered.  “All the way.”

And Lee did exactly as he was told.  His shorts slipped down the rest of the way, covering his bare feet and flip-flops.  He started to lean back.  He instinctively wanted to put his hands over his exposed cock.  But Anthony’s hand was there against the middle of his back.

“No. All the way.  Give them to me, bro.”

Lee breathed in nervously.  His hands shook as he leaned all the way forward.  He could feel the tip of his turgid flesh touch his chest, a string of precum smearing across another round of blooming goosebumps.  Lee slipped his feet from his flipflops and the bundle of his pink shorts.  Without giving himself any time to think, he gathered up what he had discarded on the floor.  Still shaking, his nerves all too aware of the less-than-soft upholstery of the chair on his fully bare ass, Lee began to sit up.  He noticed the feet in his lap were now gone.  A salty, heady aroma flooded his nostrils.  He started to turn in his seat and felt the slick head of a caramel-colored cock brush his cheek.  Lee stopped moving. The hot, wet glans, still partly sheathed, came to rest only a millimeter from the corner of his mouth.

Strong fingers caressed the back of his head, turning him just enough that the soaked tip finally met Lee’s soft lips.  The scent of the boy’s sex flooded his nostrils.  Somewhere, a voice in Lee’s passion-raddled mind was trying to tell him he didn’t need to keep going.  But, for the first time in his life, eighteen-year-old Lee Ogden was about to take another boy’s cock into his mouth.

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