THE BUS MAN (Sissy faggot romance) Chapter 1THE BUS MANChapter 1The first time I remember seeing him, was in Alexander’s, the gay club on Bute St. I didn’t really see him properly, just his back as he was getting his stuff from the cloakroom, right on the other side of the dance floor. He was pointed out to me by my friend and co-queen Alan – generally known as Slack Alice – with the words,”There he is – my latest squeeze. Double Decker Derek.””What is he, a bus driver or something?” I asked. In reply Alice leered suggestively,”It’s true, he does drive buses for the Corporation, but I call him that because of his double decker dick!””Ooh! Big is it?””You’ve heard of beer can dicks?” I nodded, remembering some I had known, and licking my lips at the thought, “Well he’s got a beer barrel dick!””That thick?””My dear, I can hardly get both hands round it.” Admittedly Alice had quite small hands, but all the same …”Well – aren’t you going to introduce me?” I asked, innocently,”In your dreams, girl! A queen doesn’t get her hands on a prime piece of meat like that every day. I’m not risking any other faggot getting her claws into him.”I can’t say I was surprised. Too many size queens, and not enough big dicks to go round. Nevertheless I did get a step nearer to seeing the legendary member a week or so later. Me and a couple of mates from the club, Josh Blake and Tom (Shirley) Basset had gone back to Josh’s flat, after Alex’s had closed, to drink some more and watch porn. It so happened that Josh shared the flat with Alan/Alice, though I remarked that she was conspicuous by her absence. “Probably at Double Decker Derek’s getting her arse stretched.” said Josh. Shirley quickly added “… even more!” and we all chorussed, “Lucky bitch!” and screamed with laughter. We chugged some beers, and tried watching some videos for a while, but in the muğla escort end we couldn’t get into them, and, as it was nearly three in the morning, Josh said he was going to bed, and fetched a couple of sleeping bags for me and Shirley to kip down in the living room. We had not long switched out the light and bedded down, when we heard Alan/Alice come back, clearly with someone, and go straight to his bedroom. Me and Shirley exchanged looks in the half-light as we heard the unmistakeable noises of foreplay coming down the hall, and sighed. Lucky bitch! It occurred to me it might be Derek. And what if it was? My heart fluttered a little as I imagined meeting him in the morning.In the event, I didn’t have to wait that long. Hardly ten minutes later we heard Alan’s bedroom door open, over his voice saying “… second on the left”, then the padding of bare feet down the corridor. All at once the door of the living room opened, and the light clicked on. In the sudden glare, I was aware of a figure taking a couple of steps into the room, then stopping abruptly, and saying, “Oh shit! Sorry. Hope I didn’t wake you up. That silly tart said this was the toilet.” Just the voice gave me goosebumps – husky and low, with a sexy bad lad accent – but then, when my eyes got used to the light, and I saw him properly … Oh fuck! He was standing there in just a pair of bright red y-fronts, and my eyes zoomed in on them like a laser. Of course I took in the body too – stocky but well-proportioned: light hair on the forearms, legs and belly, thicker over his muscly pecs – but oh, those pants, stretched taut, straining to contain the bulk of his colossal bulge! Oh fuck, fuck, oh fucking fuck! What a beauty!! In the ‘y’ panel, his balls made a lovely fat mound like a large orange, and curving up out of it and all across eskişehir escort his left hip, the outline of his massive hard-on was clearly visible. It was so long and thick, it stretched the leg elastic away from his thigh, showing a shadowy hint of scrotum and some wisps of pubic hair. I saw all this in a second, then pulled my attention to his face. That was pretty nice too.”You must be Derek’.” I said.”How did you know?” he asked.”Oh well…” I said, glancing down at the huge scarlet mass between his legs, “…just an inspired guess, I suppose.” He grinned a sexy lopsided grin, that crinkled up his blue-grey eyes. Funnily enough, although he had a packet that any queen would kneel before and worship, it was the sexy grin and twinkling blue eyes that made my heart go thump, and my cock snap to attention in the sleeping bag.”I’m Morris, by the way.” I said.”Nice to meet you. And your friend …” we both looked towards Shirley. Oh boy! His face was a picture! His eyes were as round and bright as an owl’s, glued with a predatory intensity on Derek’s crotch, while his mouth slackly gaped, his tongue literally hanging out. Once he became aware of us, he suddenly pulled himself together, and gabbled,”Oh hi … yeah … sorry. Tom! I mean I am … Tom, that is.” Then he blushed furiously, looking anywhere but at us. I caught Derek’s eye, and we both giggled a bit, but then our gazes fixed, and something passed between us. My heart started to pound like a techno track, and Derek adjusted his pants. Of course that was the moment Alan marched in with, “What the fuck you doing in here? I said it was second left.””Well this was the second door on the left …” began Derek.”But obviously that first one is a cupboard …” he suddenly became aware of us, and slid in front of his ‘squeeze’, blocking his crotch from gaziantep escort our view. “Come on, noodle. I’ll show you where to go. And I’ll tell you what, I’ll even hold it for you.” Suiting the action to the word, he grabbed Derek by the dick to lead him to the door (which stretched out the waistband of his y-fronts and gave us a tantalizing glimpse of the root of that tree-trunk todger), then pushed him through ahead of him, with a hand on his firm square butt. Turning round to us with a sickly, sarcastic smirk, he said, “Goodnight, girls. Don’t feel too bad – at least you’ve got each other.” After the door closed, I heard him in the hall saying “Obviously when they made that monster cock, they didn’t have much left over for the brain …”, and I thought, with a smile, “If you carry on like that, Miss Bitchy, he’s going to be on the market again pretty soon.” Now that my heart rate had slowed to something like normal, I suddenly felt very sleepy. The light was still on, so I got up to switch it off, and as I crossed to the door, I became aware of Tom’s eyes on me. I turned, and saw him, lying on his face, in his skimpy white briefs, eying up my cock, which was still rock hard in my underpants. “Like she said, we’ve got each other.” he ventured. It’s true, Shirley and me had had a couple of lesbian romps before now, and pretty sexy they were; but that night it would have been like having a cream puff, when all I craved was raw meat. “Aw, I’m sorry, Shirl.” I said, walking back to my bag, “You have got a lovely little bum, and I know I do go butch sometimes – but that big red double decker has turned me totally bitch for the foreseeable future.” He sighed. “Yeah, I know. Can’t say I’m surprised – what a whopper!” He made a sort of feline noise half way between a purr and a growl, and stretched his arms in front, pushing up his tight, round buns.”Sorry.” I said. He smiled, and covered himself, saying ruefully,”Oh well …”. As I wriggled down, inside my sleeping bag I heard a rhythmic flapping begin inside his, but I was so zonked I was asleep before he came (and he was a quick cummer). And while I slept, I had a dream.