The Good Boy on The Bus

This writer of "First Blast" said he was soon on a "regular schedule" after learning how to fire a load. Not all of us had it so easy.

 Starting in the seventh grade I badly needed a little secret time. I could never predict when I might have enough privacy to take care of business. A week often passed without doing it. I shared a room and bed with one of my brothers. The bathroom was busy, not unusual for three people to be in there at the same time. My secret place was on the school bus.


 If I was lucky, I rubbed one out maybe once a week inside my clothes, but completely unpredictable because of all the rowdy kids on the bus. I got relief that way but was always scared that somebody would notice me squeezing and rubbing the front of my pants. It was a real luxury if I did it twice or heaven forbid, three times in a week. I got seriously horny between jerking sessions.

 I also started doing my own laundry because of the ejaculate in my pants and underwear. My mother announced what a g-o-o-d boy I was. If she only knew!

Anonymous