Bill Finally Gets Some
by Vanessa and Sebastian

There wasn't a man on the bus who didn't secretly look at Brian and want him. I'd find myself studying him when I thought no one was watching. There was something very beautiful about him - in a forbidden way, which made him all the more alluring. There's nothing that makes you want something more than knowing you can't have it. I often thought about what I could do to him, but I never acted upon my feelings over the fear that should I touch him the fantasy would shatter like glass, break up the image like a ripple on clear water. But I was drawn to him and I'm still not sure why. Never before had a man managed to captivate me in the way Brian did.

It was the way his smile would light up the whole room, like that of a child at Christmas. It was the way his eyes would look up with a flirtatious shine whenever he tried to feign innocence. It was the way he laughed, the way he moved, the way he'd rest his hand on my knee, the way he'd lean against me in his seat... The way he'd walk around the bus half-dressed, sometimes in nothing more than a pair of knickers just to wind everybody up. It was only the flatness of his chest and the very obvious bulge that distinguished him from a girl; everything else about him was decidedly feminine: his slender legs, his soft pale skin, the delicate curve of his spine, the way his hair would part across his neck and hang about his face when he bent forward. He was perfect in every way a woman could never possibly be. I resisted him for a long time, resisted the temptation. Then one night it all got too much...

Brian was sprawled out on one of the ratty couches, humming absently to himself as he filed his nails. His t-shirt had begun to ride up his body, revealing his tight stomach and the curve of his navel. My eyes followed the gentle lines of his body down, past the waist of his trousers to the bulge beneath the fly. Although he had abandoned his penchant for cross-dressing along the wayside, he continued to wear girls' clothing. It was probably deliberate. He knew what it showed, and he likely enjoyed it.

A gentle click distracted me; he had dropped the file and was now stretching, arching his back like a cat. His shirt rode up even further, revealing a tantalizing glimpse of a dark nipple before he dropped his arms, covering himself up again. It was too much for me. I had to do something about this ever-increasing arousal that Brian continually evoked in me.

I got up from where I was sitting, ostensibly reading some trashy men's magazine. I walked over to the couch and sat down in the small space left between Brian's feet and the armrest. He cocked an eyebrow, expressing his curiosity, but didn't say anything. It was probably for the best, I don't really know what possessed me to actually act on the feelings stirring in my crotch...I took a deep breath. Stefan and Steve were sleeping in the bunks at the back of the bus, so Brian and I were alone. I could do this.

"Brian," I said softly, surprised by how low and husky my voice was.

He tilted his head, fixing me with a heavy-lidded gaze. "Yes, Bill?" His voice was restrained, but laced through with a note of confusion.

/Christ, what am I going to say next?/ I had absolutely no idea. I kicked myself. It was pretty obvious which head was doing the thinking now. I decided I wouldn't say anything. They say that actions speak louder than words and I figured I could put that to the test.

I leaned over his body, resting one hand on his thigh. The heat generated from that simple contact was amazing. It felt like there was this gorgeously warm glow diffusing through my whole body from that single point. I could feel the rise and fall of Brian's chest beneath mine, and was sure that my own breathing was quickening in time with his.

I mentally crossed my fingers as I slowly slid my hand up his thigh, coming ever closer to his groin. Was it just my imagination, or was his bulge actually growing bigger? My mouth went dry as I looked down at Brian's face. He was looking back up at me with an almost feral hunger in his eyes.

He questioned me with his eyes, as much as I questioned myself but neither of us spoke. He slid his hand over mine, wrapping warm fingers around mine, taking my hand further up the inside of his thigh until I could practically feel the heat radiating from the strained swelling in his trousers. His breath quickened a step as mine caught in my chest. His one hand caught the back of my neck and pulled me down on top of him as his other hand swiftly guided mine to its summit. He never broke eye contact with me, he stared at my with his deep eyes filled with lust, eyelids fluttering slightly but never closing as I tentatively ran my hand across the hard bulge beneath the velvety cloth of his trousers. His swollen lips parted to let go of a sigh as I groped and explored. I let my free hand wander absently up inside his shirt, tracing delicate muscles across his stomach, feeling ribs up his sides and across until my fingers touched against hardening nubs of flesh. He whimpered softly as I began to gently pinch and stroke in the same way you would a woman. Again, I had to remind myself that he was male, but somehow it didn't seem to matter anymore.

I felt his hips arch off the sofa to push himself into my hand, encouraging me to harden my motion so I cupped my hand around his bulge and began to slowly but firmly knead the area. He moaned out loud, forgetting for a moment that we were on the bus. I froze, fearing someone might have heard us but no one had. Everyone was asleep

"Shhh," I whispered to him, just to be on the safe side.

He smiled slowly at me. "Maybe you'd better find some way of keeping me quiet then..." He pulled my head down to his and captured my lips, sliding his tongue into my mouth.

I ran my tongue along the length of his, ran my free hand up his arm to tangle in his hair as I kissed him intensely, revelling in finally having his lips -- and body -- against mine. As I breathed rapidly through my nostrils, I could smell him. He smelled clean, but with an overtone of cigarettes and sweat. It drove me crazy. I moaned into his mouth and pressed my hips against his body. He responded immediately in kind, and I had to pull my mouth away from his to recatch my breath.

"Brian," I gasped, trying to keep my voice low, "I think... I think the couch is a bit too small for this."

"True," he pondered, then gently pushed me up off him. I sat up and took his hand as he sat up. "Let's go fuck in my bunk then."

I'm sure my jaw dropped. Had he just said...? Let's go fuck in his bunk? I looked up at him, and the expectant look on his face (it was there somewhere, beneath the lust flushing his cheeks and the pure sex dripping from his eyes) dashed any doubt from my mind. Still holding hands, we moved towards the back of the bus, where the bunks were sectioned off from the rest of the living area. He pushed through the curtain to his bunk, pulling me in after him. I pushed him down onto the bed and fell atop him, my lips immediately reclaiming their place against his. His arms tightened around my shoulders, his strong hands rubbing my shoulder blades in a passionate massage. I rubbed my thigh against his in response and he moaned, low in his throat. It was such an erotic sound; I instinctively thrust my hips against his. Brian loosened his grip around me and worked his hands up under my shirt. I groaned and shifted my arms so he could pull my shirt off over my head and toss it to the foot of the bed. He ran his thumb over my nipple, and I drew in a sharp breath at his touch. He suddenly pinched it and I hissed in surprise, then moaned loudly as sudden pain gave way to pleasure.

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Steve lay on his side next to Stefan supporting his head on his elbow. It was rather uncomfortable lying in such a way in such a small space in his bunk, especially as Stef had somehow managed to position himself so Steve's leg was resting in between his. Steve fidgeted to soothe the cramp in his arm.

"Steady," Stef whispered, fidgeting in response to the nudge of Steve's leg against his crotch.

"Sorry," Steve muttered, just wanting to sleep. But Stef had come in for a `midnight chat'.

A low moan broke through the silence.

"Shh!" Stef hissed, grabbing Steve's arm, grinning. "Listen!"

"What?" Steve said, cocking his head to listen. "Was that Brian?"

Stef nodded. "I think so..."

A second moan followed, different, not Brian.

"Who's he got in there?" Steve reached to pull back the curtain but Stef caught his arm.

"No, don't do that, he'll know we're listening!"

"Who's he...?" Steve started.

"Shush!" Stef ordered. They fell silent, gripping hands in anticipation.

Steve could feel Stef tense against him as the moan came again. They stared at each other, eyes widening.

"No!" Steve whispered, suppressing laughter. "He hasn't...! Has he?"

Stef nodded, clamping a hand over his mouth to gag his rising laughter. "He has! He's got Bill in there!"

Steve gaped. "Are you sure?"

Stef nodded. "That's definitely Bill. he always makes that sound when he walks into things in the dark backstage. I should know, Steve, he stands right behind me! Oh, my, God...."

Steve stared at the curtain wanting to pull it open to see what was going on. But he didn't. He couldn't. He looked back at Stef again to see his eyes close as Brian groaned only metres away from them. /Oh, dear/ he thought as he felt Stef push his crotch against his leg...

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I whimpered softly as Brian moved his hand away from my nipple, but smiled as he swooped in for a kiss. I slid my tongue between his soft lips and ran it along his teeth, his tongue, anything I could reach. At the same time, my hands were busy pushing his shirt up his body, and when it reached his armpits we grudgingly separated our lips so he could shuck it off. When the shirt hit the wall Brian and I immediately pushed our bodies against each other, but I turned my head as he tried to reclaim my lips. I instead ran my tongue along his jawbone towards his ear, where I nipped at his earlobe before running the tip of my tongue around the edge of his ear.

"Oh Christ, Bill," he whimpered as I took his earlobe into my mouth, sucking strongly at it. "Oh fuck, oh god, that feels so good."

I smiled as I let his flesh slip from my mouth and moved my lips lightly down the side of his neck towards his collarbone. I showered it with light kisses, interspersing them with sweet nothings.

"You-- Are-- So-- Gorgeous,-- Brian..." I breathed, flicking one of his nipples before attaching my mouth to the curve where neck met shoulder, sucking hard with the intent of leaving a mark.

Brian moaned and writhed, grabbing my ass and pulling me towards him, seeking relief from the building torment. But I wouldn't give in. I traced a line down his sternum towards his bellybutton with my tongue, and as I dipped into the valley of his navel he drew in a lusty breath.

"Fuck, Bill, you're turning me on... you make me so hot... I want you so bad..." he panted roughly as he caught the breath to do so.

Every word was exciting me more and more, spurring me on, making me want him harder than ever. I don't think he cared if anyone heard us. I didn't anymore either. With an exquisitely unhurried movement, I slid my tongue down to the waist of his trousers. I brought my hands up from where they had been caressing his inner thighs to pull open the buttons of his fly, revealing the strained silk of his boxers underneath. He lifted his hips and I practically tore his pants off in my hurry to get at what lay underneath. He moaned my name as I ran a knuckle along the length of his silk-covered erection, and I could feel the slight dampness seeping through the fabric.

He pushed me over on to my back and clambered on top of me, pressing himself into me, running his hands over my chest, down my stomach and lower still to release me from the restraints of my trousers. I was frustrated at being stopped so close to tasting him but realised he wanted me just as much. He slowly nibbled a trail down my neck, over my shoulders, across my chest biting down on both my nipples so it hurt just enough for me to have to suck my breath in again. His soft tongue soothed the pain. He adjusted his kneeling position between my legs and lowered his head, inching my trousers and my underwear down my hips, moving with as well as he was able to strip me completely. He eyed my erection like a hungry animal, slowly licking his lips before extending his tongue towards my cock. I groaned and gripped the sheets in anticipation of what was to come. He was being evilly slow. The warm wetness of his tongue, teamed with his hot breath hit my damp cock with a shuddering stroke. I writhed on the bunk, nearly howling.

"Easy," he whispered, running his hand up my stomach. If it was meant to soothe me it didn't work, it made it worse. I sunk a hand into his hair, trying to push his mouth down on me but he resisted.

"Patience," he said, smiling at me.

"Fuck you," I muttered.

"All in good time, darling," he said, suddenly diving down to suck me all the way into his mouth in one go.

The swift movement surprised me. I hadn't been ready for it. "Oh, God, Brian! Oh, yes!"

He glanced up at me as his tongue stroked the underside of my cock, as I felt his teeth make light contact just below the head. He blinked slowly, seductively. I felt his teeth graze down the length of me, his lips soothing the skin on the way back up. He nipped again at my cock and my body jerked upwards, my hips thrusting and forcing myself deeper into his mouth. He looked up at me again, with those gorgeous ocean-pool eyes. I was struck by how absolutely beautiful he looked, kneeling between my legs, cramped in the corner of the bunk. One of his hands ran up the inside of my thigh to cup my balls and he began to caress the skin just behind them with the tip of a finger.

"Brian," I gasped. "Please. This is torture." I reached down and ran my hand up his arm, letting it rest on his shoulder, feeling the thin sheen of sweat across his skin. "Just fuck me. Or let me fuck you. Please, Brian..." I was nearly begging as I forced the words out between heavy breaths, struggling to form coherent sentences.

He just smiled up at me as he continued his slow, wet sliding along my cock, occasionally bringing his other hand up to circle around my navel or pinch my nipple. I was moaning and gasping instead of breathing, and my skin felt as if it were set ablaze by the intensity of our activity.

He slowly pulled his mouth back from my cock and I whimpered at the loss of the hot, wet embrace. A sparkling string of spit and precum clung between Brian's lower lip and the head of my dick as he pulled back and the mere sight nearly sent me over the edge.

"Brian," I groaned, "I can't take much more..."

He just smiled coyly at me, flipping his hair back from his face before slowly running his hands down his chest, pausing to lavish attention on the hard nubs of his nipples. While he continued this action with one hand, the other continued its meanderings down his body, circling his navel twice before pausing at the uppermost edge of his pubes, which were just peeking out above the top of his underwear. I didn't think it was possible for my cock to get any harder, but that sure did it. When he slid his hand down the front of his boxers I nearly came right there. The little noises he made as he gently stroked himself were beyond belief.

Slowly -- so very tantalizingly, exquisitely, painfully slowly -- he began to inch his boxers down off his hips. I bit my lip as I watched, oblivious to the precum leaking onto my stomach.

"Do you want to taste me, Bill?" he whispered. "Do you?"

I moaned.

"Hey? Tell me if you do and you know I'll let you. I'll let you do anything you want to do. Do you want to feel me in your mouth? Feel my cum dribble down your chin? Or do you want me to make you come? Do you want me to fuck you til you've got no breath left inside you?" He wriggled out of his boxers and clambered up my body on his knees, still stroking himself. "Do you know what I'd like you to do?" he gave a naughty wink as he straddled my chest.

I could barely breathe to ask. "What?"

He leaned forward to kiss me, very quickly, very lightly, teasing. "I want you to take me in your mouth and suck down on me. I want to watch you sucking my cock." He removed his hand from himself and pressed his fingers to my lips. "Will you do that for me, Bill?"

I flicked my tongue out across his fingers, moaning loud as he pushed his ass back against my cock, rubbing himself against me like a cat.

"Oh, God... Brian...."

He smiled at me. "What?"

I wondered how he could have so much self control. I was desperate, so hard it nearly hurt. He pushed his fingers into my mouth and I sucked on them. "You wanna taste that properly?"

I nodded, unable to speak.

"You do that well," he said, as I twisted my tongue around his fingers. He inched himself forward up my chest until he was astride my shoulders. "Go ahead."

Swallowing hard I lifted my head off the pillow, reaching around him to clutch his ass to pull him closer to me. His erection faced me, only inches away. He stared down at me with half closed eyes, waiting for me to do something. I wanted to do it. I wanted to take him and devour him. I took him into my mouth and it felt like the most natural thing in the world.

He whimpered. "Oh, yeah, Bill� Oh, Christ... Oh, that's good... that's right..."

His mascara had smudged around his eyes.

I sucked him in down to the hilt again then released him, determined to get my own back for his torture on me. My hands roamed across his back, feeling sharp shoulder blades, every vertebrae beneath a silky covering of sweat soaked skin. I sucked down again, watching his head fall back and his eyes shut, feeling his body shudder beneath my hands. I let my hands wander back down to his ass, gently squeezing, allowing my middle finger to seek out his opening. He barely stifled a cry as my finger entered him. He pushed forward into my mouth and I found that despite my doubts I was able to take him. I wanted to take him, and nothing was going to stop me. I copied the action he had applied to me, allowing my teeth to scrape just ever so slightly below the head. He gasped, gripping the sheets at either side of us. I watched his chest heave, ribs showing, nipples hard and dark with arousal. He thrust down on my finger, burying it deeper inside himself. I heard myself groaning along with him.

"Jesus, Bill!" he gasped, pulling himself out of my mouth. I ran my tongue over my lips, tasting him more. He was gasping.

Brian licked his lips, unconsciously mimicking my action. I continued to gently probe him, stroking his heated insides, wondering if I would find that certain spot I'd heard about... His eyes were rolling back in his head as he pushed himself back against my hand, panting in a beautifully obscene fashion.

"Brian," I managed to force out, "lube? I want... to fuck you... fuck you hard... deep... I want to come inside you..."

He nodded and groaned his assent, then reached up towards the pillow beneath my head and pulled out a small bottle that was wedged between it and the headboard.

"I want to feel you in me," he moaned in my ear, "I want to feel all of you, I want to feel your hard cock pounding deep into my ass, I want to feel your hot cum dripping from me..."

He didn't need to ask twice. Hell, he didn't even need to ask once. Even as he squirted some lube onto his palm and reached back to stroke my dick I was busy slipping a second finger into his tight hole. He gasped as it slid in past the knuckle, and wrapped his hand tightly around my cock, steadily coating it with a slick layer. It took all the self-control I possessed to keep myself from coming from the feel of his hand around me. My nerves were stretched tauter than they had ever been before, and I had the feeling that even a gentle breeze could set me off now. I whimpered as his hand left my cock, but I soon felt his slippery fingers moving along my hand, and one slid into his pucker alongside my two fingers. He worked it back and forth, coating them and the surrounding area with the clear gel, then pulled my fingers out as he withdrew his. He slid back along my body until the head of my cock was pressing against the cleft of his perfect ass. It slid between his cheeks and pressed against his tight skin. After a moment of adjustment on both our parts, I had to bite my tongue to keep from screaming as the ecstasy of sliding into his tight ass overwhelmed me. I was torn between the urge to slowly slide in and out, savouring the sensation of being nestled inside him, and to fuck him hard, ramming him as deeply and wildly as I could until we both came.

Brian decided for me when he slammed his hips hard into mine, forcing my cock all the way into his body. I did scream, then, but I was beyond caring how much noise we made. Brian cried out as well, a low keening noise. I rocked my hips up towards his before pulling back quickly, drawing myself almost all the way out of his body before thrusting back in. A new sheen of sweat had broken out across my shoulders and stomach, and I could feel the occasional drip falling from Brian's forehead to land against my hot skin.

He gripped my shoulders tightly as he slowed the rhythm slightly, wanting to draw it out for as long as he possibly could. His hands were hot, slippery with lube. I winced slightly as his nails broke my skin and sweat seeped into the wounds but I didn't really feel much pain. He leaned back on me, pushing me as far into him as I could go. I felt a shudder of ecstasy ripple through his body, lingering at the tight muscles that encased me inside him. I caught his waist as a spasm threatened to throw him over. His eyes were closed now, make up smudged around his eyes, mascara painting fine lines down his cheeks as it ran with his sweat - so beautifully decadent. Rare colour flushed his cheeks.

I let my hands run all over his chest, around his shoulders and down his back. Then up into his hair and over his face, wiping away smears of mascara, running a finger over his swollen lips. He pulled my finger in with his tongue, sucking gently then biting down on it, opening his eyes to stare at me. His eyes looked dark, pupils dilated with pleasure, blue-green sparkling around the outer edges. His eyelashes fluttered like leaves in the breeze. He smiled slowly at me, letting my finger free from his mouth. I smiled back, trailing my finger down his neck, and over his chest stroking lightly across each of his nipples before I traced a line lower across his stomach, and lower still.

"You're beautiful," I murmured, barely coherent. I felt him tighten around my cock and I gasped. "Oh, God, yes!"

He moved my hand to his cock and curled my fingers around the shaft, hot and wet. I felt totally overwhelmed, sheathed inside him, tighter and hotter than any woman could be. He fidgeted to adjust his position to speed things up. Timed perfectly with his thrusts on me, I began to jerk him varying the rhythm in the same way he doing to me, feeling a promising dribble of pre-cum leak over my fingers.

His head jerked back suddenly, tossing his hair about his face. "Ooooh....." he moaned breathlessly.

I was moaning in the same way, under the pressure building inside me to the point where I knew I wouldn't be able to hold it much longer.

"I want to feel you come," Brian groaned. "I want to feel you shooting your hot cum inside me..."

Just his whispered words were enough to make me lift my hips off the bed to bury myself into him with a hard thrust. He cried out as I did.

I dug my fingers into his hips as I pulled him down against my body, pressing him to me as I rocked against him. He shuddered as I hit his prostate. The feel of his trembling body astride me, coupled with his words of encouragement and the pure sex that was his voice, was all I needed to push me over the edge. With a final emphatic thrust into his ass I came harder than I ever have before, moaning his name and drawing it out as I tugged on his cock. A moment later I felt the hot spurt of his cum against my palm, my chest, my stomach, and he fell forward onto my chest. I held him close to me as we both panted heavily, trying to regain our breath as we came down from the mind-blowing sex. I kissed the top of his sweat-soaked head.

"That was so fucking good, Brian," I murmured into his hair, gently caressing the febrile skin of his back.

His head was nestled in the curve of my neck and I could feel him nod in agreement. We lay like that for god knows how long, lost in our thoughts as we let our bodies slowly fall back to earth. I was absently stroking his tangled hair as something occurred to me. /Oh crap... /

"Brian," I started tentatively, "do you think anybody heard us?"

The colour just dropped out of his face. "Crap. I hope not..."

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