2025-07-10, 03:56 PM
The way to school. I had been taking the bus for two years. Five times a week. Day in, day out. Always the same procedure. Getting on and looking for my seat at the back of the bus, plugging in the iPod and then immersing myself in my music. Now just switch off for 30 minutes, so that I can then concentrate for seven hours at school. That may sound as if I'm looking forward to school, but I'm just like everyone else. Getting up in the middle of the night feels like it, then half-asleep on the way to school, hoping that you can catch up on the hours of sleep you've missed.
I don't know when I first saw him. It was definitely just after the summer vacation. He got on MY bus about halfway to school. My heart stopped. Really cool with Ray-Ban sunglasses. Casually holding out the monthly ticket to the bus driver. After scanning the other passengers, he pushed the aforementioned sunglasses up into his shoulder-length blonde, curly hair and then walked straight towards me. I felt both cold and hot at the same time. I hadn't been listening to my music for a long time. I was electrified. I wanted to look away so as not to embarrass myself here. But somehow he captivated me. He came closer and closer, stopped just in front of me and sat down in the empty seat in front of me. Then he rummaged in his shoulder bag to pull out some kind of document. He began to study it extensively. I couldn't take my eyes off him. His black jeans were hanging at half-mast, actually I didn't like this fashion. But with him it looked just perfect. Was it because I got to see his retro shorts just before he sat down? Dark blue with light, fine horizontal stripes. These stripes emphasized his well-formed butt. I would have liked to have spontaneously grabbed it. Now I was sure that I was gay. This sight was definitely 1000x better than any dressed up 'tits décolleté' of my many female classmates, who probably wore it like an application according to the motto 'take me'.
He scratched his chin while reading the letter. From my point of view, I could admire his smooth and spotless skin. And those well-formed ears were to bite into. Not really bite, but nibble and trace the beautiful shape with the tongue. I didn't even notice that my iPod was no longer making a sound. Battery dead. Anyway, who needs a battery in such a situation? I almost missed my stop to get off. It was with a heavy heart that I got up, walked to the exit, not without taking a deep breath to absorb its lovely smell. I didn't dare to turn around again when I got off. And just like that, it was all over. I stood at the bus stop for a long time, looking after the bus. If only I hadn't been so cowardly...
At school, I thought only of him. Would he take this bus every day? I thought about the next school day, or rather the bus ride before the next school day, with mixed feelings. In the evening before going to bed, I stood in front of my wardrobe trying to decide what to wear tomorrow. Until now, my mom has done that for me. But suddenly I had grown up and was thinking hard about what to wear. Should I shower before going to bed or is it better in the morning, even if the already too short time would be even shorter then? I decided on in the morning and set my alarm clock 20 minutes earlier just to make sure not to miss the bus. I think I'm going crazy right now. There I was, lying in bed, unable to fall asleep because I was imagining that he would hopefully get on the bus again tomorrow. He would then approach me purposefully, to show me his most beautiful smile and sit down next to me...
At some point I must have fallen asleep after all. The alarm clock rings and I snap at it. Then I saw his face. No, not the alarm clock's face, although I still have a really old one with a grinning moon face on it. I saw him getting on the bus. Startled, I jumped out of bed, grabbed the clothes I had laid out the day before and stormed towards the bathroom. My sister's door opened and she looked at me as if I were a burglar (my sister, not the door). Then she asked me if I was sick. Without an answer, I stumbled into the bathroom and locked the door behind me. I took a long shower and then applied sunscreen. I had borrowed the cream from my stupid sister. I smiled mischievously into the still slightly steamed up mirror. Oh God, I look stupid. I definitely need a cool pair of sunglasses like that. The banging on the bathroom door startled me out of my grimace show. Something like idiot she called me, my stupid sister. I quickly got dressed to leave the bathroom. Oops, that look from her could have killed me. She stood close to me and asked me, breathing deeply, if that was her expensive cream she smelled on me. I just looked at her bored, turned around and stomped into my room. Only 30 minutes left for the bus. Quickly got into the rest of my clothes and headed towards the kitchen, where it already smelled of coffee. My cocoa and the obligatory Nutella sandwich were not yet in place when I entered the kitchen. Startled, my mother turned around. To her stupid question of what I wanted here so early, I replied, slightly stressed, that I had lived here for 15 years. Stunned by my early appearance, my mother now hectically made me my bread and the much-needed cocoa. I stuffed the bread into my mouth as best I could in one piece. I wanted to wash it down with the cocoa, but it was too hot. Ouch! It's usually only lukewarm, I complained to my mother. She just replied, 'No, son, otherwise you'll come to the kitchen so late that it'll be cold again'. I was just about to leave for the bus when suddenly my sister stood in the doorway and held the empty tube of cream in front of my face. “What do you think it costs?” she asked me. “Money, probably, or what else do you usually pay with?” was my reply. She was about to get angry when my mother shouted in between. I took advantage of this situation to quickly grab my school bag and disappear. Outside, the sun was already shining. I took a deep breath and ran to the bus. At the bus stop, I looked at my watch and saw that I still had over 10 minutes to spare. Normally, I reach the bus totally rushed or only see the tail lights. Can be 10 minutes long.
Finally on the bus, I sat down as I do every morning and turned on my recharged iPod. Excitedly, I chewed on my fingernails and couldn't wait for the bus to arrive at the stop where this guy had picked up my angel yesterday. As the bus approached the stop in question, I could already see him, again with sunglasses on his nose. Like yesterday, he scanned the bus as he boarded and sat down in the same seat again, to my delight. Here I could secretly gaze at him again. He took a book out of his bag. The same math book as I used in this school year. So he must be my age. He went to a different school though, otherwise he would get off at the same stop as me. Today he was wearing a different pair of black and white checkered underpants. Would I soon get to see all of his underpants? I watched him, engrossed in his schoolbook. He kept running his hand through his hair to tame it a little. However, they kept falling back into his beautiful angelic face. He had a cute snub nose and it twitched from time to time like a rabbit's. Unfortunately, the bus arrived at my school way too quickly. In my thoughts, I said goodbye to him with a 'see you tomorrow' and got off the bus. Again, I watched the bus for a long time.
So one day passed after another. He had a large selection of sexy-looking underpants. His jeans were all similarly cut. He also had a good selection of hoodies in different colors, and on top of that, his black leather jacket. Every piece of clothing looked great on him. I noticed that I was looking for the same underpants when I went shopping with my mother. Had I gone unnoticed and become a retro shorts fetishist without realizing it? My mother just said that I used to be very embarrassed when we looked for underwear for me.
I noticed how this boy crept more and more into my thoughts. I even dreamed about him from time to time.
He always stood in front of me with his sunglasses, slowly pushed them down to the tip of his nose, looked at me with his beautiful ocean-blue eyes, winked at me, and then pushed these cool glasses back up with his index finger. He asked me out...
I don't know when I first saw him. It was definitely just after the summer vacation. He got on MY bus about halfway to school. My heart stopped. Really cool with Ray-Ban sunglasses. Casually holding out the monthly ticket to the bus driver. After scanning the other passengers, he pushed the aforementioned sunglasses up into his shoulder-length blonde, curly hair and then walked straight towards me. I felt both cold and hot at the same time. I hadn't been listening to my music for a long time. I was electrified. I wanted to look away so as not to embarrass myself here. But somehow he captivated me. He came closer and closer, stopped just in front of me and sat down in the empty seat in front of me. Then he rummaged in his shoulder bag to pull out some kind of document. He began to study it extensively. I couldn't take my eyes off him. His black jeans were hanging at half-mast, actually I didn't like this fashion. But with him it looked just perfect. Was it because I got to see his retro shorts just before he sat down? Dark blue with light, fine horizontal stripes. These stripes emphasized his well-formed butt. I would have liked to have spontaneously grabbed it. Now I was sure that I was gay. This sight was definitely 1000x better than any dressed up 'tits décolleté' of my many female classmates, who probably wore it like an application according to the motto 'take me'.
He scratched his chin while reading the letter. From my point of view, I could admire his smooth and spotless skin. And those well-formed ears were to bite into. Not really bite, but nibble and trace the beautiful shape with the tongue. I didn't even notice that my iPod was no longer making a sound. Battery dead. Anyway, who needs a battery in such a situation? I almost missed my stop to get off. It was with a heavy heart that I got up, walked to the exit, not without taking a deep breath to absorb its lovely smell. I didn't dare to turn around again when I got off. And just like that, it was all over. I stood at the bus stop for a long time, looking after the bus. If only I hadn't been so cowardly...
At school, I thought only of him. Would he take this bus every day? I thought about the next school day, or rather the bus ride before the next school day, with mixed feelings. In the evening before going to bed, I stood in front of my wardrobe trying to decide what to wear tomorrow. Until now, my mom has done that for me. But suddenly I had grown up and was thinking hard about what to wear. Should I shower before going to bed or is it better in the morning, even if the already too short time would be even shorter then? I decided on in the morning and set my alarm clock 20 minutes earlier just to make sure not to miss the bus. I think I'm going crazy right now. There I was, lying in bed, unable to fall asleep because I was imagining that he would hopefully get on the bus again tomorrow. He would then approach me purposefully, to show me his most beautiful smile and sit down next to me...
At some point I must have fallen asleep after all. The alarm clock rings and I snap at it. Then I saw his face. No, not the alarm clock's face, although I still have a really old one with a grinning moon face on it. I saw him getting on the bus. Startled, I jumped out of bed, grabbed the clothes I had laid out the day before and stormed towards the bathroom. My sister's door opened and she looked at me as if I were a burglar (my sister, not the door). Then she asked me if I was sick. Without an answer, I stumbled into the bathroom and locked the door behind me. I took a long shower and then applied sunscreen. I had borrowed the cream from my stupid sister. I smiled mischievously into the still slightly steamed up mirror. Oh God, I look stupid. I definitely need a cool pair of sunglasses like that. The banging on the bathroom door startled me out of my grimace show. Something like idiot she called me, my stupid sister. I quickly got dressed to leave the bathroom. Oops, that look from her could have killed me. She stood close to me and asked me, breathing deeply, if that was her expensive cream she smelled on me. I just looked at her bored, turned around and stomped into my room. Only 30 minutes left for the bus. Quickly got into the rest of my clothes and headed towards the kitchen, where it already smelled of coffee. My cocoa and the obligatory Nutella sandwich were not yet in place when I entered the kitchen. Startled, my mother turned around. To her stupid question of what I wanted here so early, I replied, slightly stressed, that I had lived here for 15 years. Stunned by my early appearance, my mother now hectically made me my bread and the much-needed cocoa. I stuffed the bread into my mouth as best I could in one piece. I wanted to wash it down with the cocoa, but it was too hot. Ouch! It's usually only lukewarm, I complained to my mother. She just replied, 'No, son, otherwise you'll come to the kitchen so late that it'll be cold again'. I was just about to leave for the bus when suddenly my sister stood in the doorway and held the empty tube of cream in front of my face. “What do you think it costs?” she asked me. “Money, probably, or what else do you usually pay with?” was my reply. She was about to get angry when my mother shouted in between. I took advantage of this situation to quickly grab my school bag and disappear. Outside, the sun was already shining. I took a deep breath and ran to the bus. At the bus stop, I looked at my watch and saw that I still had over 10 minutes to spare. Normally, I reach the bus totally rushed or only see the tail lights. Can be 10 minutes long.
Finally on the bus, I sat down as I do every morning and turned on my recharged iPod. Excitedly, I chewed on my fingernails and couldn't wait for the bus to arrive at the stop where this guy had picked up my angel yesterday. As the bus approached the stop in question, I could already see him, again with sunglasses on his nose. Like yesterday, he scanned the bus as he boarded and sat down in the same seat again, to my delight. Here I could secretly gaze at him again. He took a book out of his bag. The same math book as I used in this school year. So he must be my age. He went to a different school though, otherwise he would get off at the same stop as me. Today he was wearing a different pair of black and white checkered underpants. Would I soon get to see all of his underpants? I watched him, engrossed in his schoolbook. He kept running his hand through his hair to tame it a little. However, they kept falling back into his beautiful angelic face. He had a cute snub nose and it twitched from time to time like a rabbit's. Unfortunately, the bus arrived at my school way too quickly. In my thoughts, I said goodbye to him with a 'see you tomorrow' and got off the bus. Again, I watched the bus for a long time.
So one day passed after another. He had a large selection of sexy-looking underpants. His jeans were all similarly cut. He also had a good selection of hoodies in different colors, and on top of that, his black leather jacket. Every piece of clothing looked great on him. I noticed that I was looking for the same underpants when I went shopping with my mother. Had I gone unnoticed and become a retro shorts fetishist without realizing it? My mother just said that I used to be very embarrassed when we looked for underwear for me.
I noticed how this boy crept more and more into my thoughts. I even dreamed about him from time to time.
He always stood in front of me with his sunglasses, slowly pushed them down to the tip of his nose, looked at me with his beautiful ocean-blue eyes, winked at me, and then pushed these cool glasses back up with his index finger. He asked me out...