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Disclaimer: Home Improvement belongs to Touchstone Television and Wind Dancer
Productions. This story is not-for-profit, but I own it.

Date: 10/30/2006

Rating: NC-17

Warnings: Drug use, strong language, voyurism, male solo sex, female solo
sex, male/female sex

Category: Het

Pairing: Brad/f

Feedback: Yes, I want feedback.

Archive: Yes

Summary: While the rest of the family helps Tim 'The Tool Man' Taylor with
his Halloween decorating, Brad's best friend talks him into stepping inside
a bus that was totally transformed for a party.

Other Notes: This AU story is based on a small news article from the
Associated Press that I had found in the October 30th Edition of a local
newspaper entitled The Plain Dealer.

Dedication: Happy Halloween to all of my family and friends! -- ATK 2006
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Home Improvement: Party Bus
by Andrew Troy Keller ([email protected])

Let me ask you folks this one question: If you allow yourself to just go
ahead and steal a bus in order to pick-up passagers and score a few bucks
for yourself, what do you think would happen along the way?

And if there are still some of you who are having some trouble with trying
to figure out what I was trying to get at with that question, I guess that
the only way to answer it is to just go ahead and start telling you the
story that I'm writing right now, which had began on the 30th day of the
month of October within the City of Detroit, Michigan.

You see, it was the day before Halloween and even though a certain Tim
'The Tool Man' Taylor was being busy with the preperations of his latest
fun-filled fright-fest with the help of some of his family -- his wife,
Jill and two of their sons, Randy and Mark -- and friends -- his 'Tool
Time' co-workers, Al Borland and Heidi, the 'Tool Time' girl and next-door
neighbor, Wilson -- while the oldest of the Taylor sons whose name is Brad
had walked himself over to the home of his best friend, Scott Brandon.

And after he had knocked on the front door and looked around to see if no
one else was around, the door had opened and allowed a young and handsome
teenage male with dark-brown hair had looked at Brad with a smile on his
face and said, "Hey, Brad! You've made it! Come with me to the back yard!
It's just about ready!"

And then, after the two best friends had walked into the back yard and over
to a newly-painted and redecorated city transit bus, a suddenly-reluctant
Brad had taken a deep breath, turned his head towards Scott and asked,
"Scott, do you remember that I had told you about what happened to this one
dude in Fern Park, Florida?"

"As a matter-of-fact, Brad. I do remember. In fact, I do believe that your
exact words were that a dude named Ritchie Calvin Davis had stolen a bus on
a Saturday from the Central Florida Fairgrounds in Orlando, drove it along
a public transit route, picked up some passagers and collected some fares,"
a smiling Scott had said to his best friend after he had placed his gentle
hand on Brad's shoulder. "But trust me when I say that there's nothing for
you to worry about. We're only going to pick-up our friends and use this
puppy as our very own party bus. And besides, what our parents don't know
won't hurt them. Okay?"

And then, after he had given that idea some thought and realized that Scott
might had a very good point, a reluctant Brad had taken a deep breath and
said, "Okay, Scott. Let's get this little rolling show of ours on the road,"
just before they had gone back into the house, changed into their Halloween
costumes and stepped inside the redecorated 'party bus'.

And after Scott -- in his roman gladiator costume -- had started up the
party bus and started driving it away from his house, he had driven it all
the way to a local shopping-mall, where some of their friends in Halloween
costumes -- a barbarian queen, a Klingon warrior, a female version of DOCTOR
WHO and a Donald Trump lookalike--were waiting for the party bus to show-up.

Then, after the four party guests had stepped inside the bus and Scott
had started driving it to the next destination, the young and beautiful
barbarian queen with curly strawberry-blonde hair had walked over to Brad --
in a costume of a fighter pilot from the 1970's version of BATTLESTAR
GALACTICA -- with a small smile on her face, placed her gentle hands on his
chest and said, "Hi, Brad. I've never thought that Scott would be able to
talk you into being on this party bus."

That had caused an embarressed Brad to let out a smile of his own, take a
deep breath and said, "Well, Sherry. It must be true, because here I am,"
just before one of the other party guests had started handing out a few
cans of beer and opened one of those cans for himself.

And while those other party guests were gulping down those cans of beer and
having themselves a truly wild time, Sherry had placed her gentle hands on
Brad's shoulders, moved her lips close to his ear and whispered, "Come on,
Brad. Let's go ahead and start fucking each other crazy."

And then, after the party bus had stopped at its next destination and allowed
some more party guests to step aboard and have themselves a good time, both
Brad and Sherry had moved themselves to another section of the party bus and
kissed each other ever so passionately on the lips just before they had
stripped off all of their clothes and stared at each other's bare-ass naked
bodies while he had started stroking his stiff cock and she had started
pumping two of her fingers in and out of her hot, wet pussy and carressing
her own tits with the other hand.

Then, after he had moved himself closer and started licking all over her nude
body -- all the way down to her hot, moist snatch and carressing her firm
breasts, Sherry had placed her hands on Brad's bare shoulders, slowly licked
her lips and said, "Aaaahhhh, yeeeessss! That's it! Do it, Brad! Touch me!
Touch me there! Suck my wet pussy dry! Aaaahhhh!"

And then, after they had laid their nude bodies down on a soft pile of
cushions on the floor and he had turned himself around and allowed Sherry
to start sucking on his stone hard dick, Brad had suddenly realized that
even though he has been talked into being on that party bus by his best
friend, he was able to experience the one thing that he had never
experienced on any type of bus before, for he was experiencing pure and
untamed erotica... and enjoying every minute of it.

Just then, after he had placed his stiff cock inside her asshole and used
each of his hands to carress both her tits and pussy, a sexually-energized
Sherry had placed one of her hands on Brad's bare shoulder and the other
hand on his bare arm and yelled at the top of her lungs, "AAAAHHHH, YES!
THAT'S IT! DO IT, BRAD! TOUCH ME! FUCK THE LIVING SHIT OUT OF ME! MAKE ME
WANNA CUM! AAAARRRRGGGGHHHH!"

And then, after the two newfound lovers had started moving themselves harder
and faster and their lovemaking has finally made it aboard its own party bus,
both Brad and Sherry had came and collapsed due to exhaustion just before
Scott had no choice, but to stop and allowed some of the local cops to step
inside and start hauling everyone off the bus.

And of course, even though he was going to recieve some heat from his mother
and father for his involvment in that party bus fiasco, Brad is still able
to have the most romantic moment of his life within his memory-file... and
that it had all taken place aboard a newly-painted and redecorated party bus.

THE END!

    

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