Chapter #6A Young, Teen Boy? by: Panther   The boy was just sitting on the bus, smiling with a goofy grin, when Greg sat down. He was wearing sneakers without socks, long khaki shorts, and a white tank top as he glanced around with a look of amusement. Greg set his briefcase down and sat across from him in the back of the 356 to downtown.
He was good looking enough, probably around 13 years old, just starting to fill out with the beginnings of puberty. He had mischievous blue eyes and blonde hair that came down into his eyes. His skin was freckled, but tanned, and gave him a healthy, beach going glow. Greg thought he kind of looked like one of those twin kids from some Disney show his daughter watched all the time, but shrugged it off as just some passing resemblance. He was about to go glance down at his magazine when he noticed something odd.
The kid was now looking right at him.
That same goofy grin pasted on his face. He was playing with his arms, his fingers rubbing thin muscles, and Greg tried not to look back. He glanced at the boys legs, his worn sneakers against the bus floor, and then back up to that smile.
"Can I help you?"
The boy just shrugged and laughed to himself before leaning back against the seat. His dimples were clear and he closed his eyes, still smiling. Greg shook his head and opened his magazine, reading about corn and oil futures. The bus jostled back and forth, winding it's way through the city. Turning page after page, Greg was about to pick up another, when out of the corner of his eye, he saw the boy's hand come down and grip his crotch.
"What the?"
It was an obvious grope, wanton and without care. It would have bothered Greg more, if it hadn't been for the amount of bulge the young teen seemed to grasp in his large hand. It was long and thick and holding it caused the boy to moan slightly. The bus bounced again, jolting Greg out of his reverie, and he started to say something when the boy's head tilted back and he realized the top of his blonde hair was higher than it was before. His chest was heaving, his legs starting to stretch, and Greg glanced down to see the fabric of the kid's sneakers bulging with their growing load.
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