Date: Tue, 2 Jan 2024 10:23:25 +0000 From: Scribbler Lad Subject: Bus Station Bobby - Part 1 Bus Station Bobby - Part 1 A story about a chance encounter in the rain between Frank an office worker and Bobby both caught up in a storm. Please donate to nifty, to maintain the hardware to serve the stories up, publish new ones and to organise the archive. https://donate.nifty.org/ Comments welcomed scribblerlad@hotmail.com Thanks for reading Bus Station Bobby - Part 1 It was a night from hell, a bleak late November night, it had seemed to be raining for a week. The glossy streets reflecting the brash joy of Christmas lights. The TV in the insurance company reception showed submerged cars and people kayaking down Main Streets in the lowland villages around here. I set the alarm and locked up, it's a bummer being a key holder, always last out, waiting for some fuckwit to change their shoes or unlock their bicycle. Don't they realise that I too have a home to go to? Well I say home, after Brandon walked out it's just a millstone around my neck, too expensive, too big, no need for the pretend second bedroom to keep his folks happy. I heard the `all set' audio signal from the bleeper box locked the door and left the porch and hunkered down in my rain coat and walked to the Interchange, a bus and rail station and looked at the departure board. A long line of cancellations showed, water pooling at my feet from my coat. A young lad stood by me shivering, he was absolutely soaked through, his red hair plastered to his head, his rosy freckled face incongruous looking at the rest of him. His teeth scattered, `fuck, I'm gonna get crucified, I'm so late' I coughed and the lad turned and looked at me. `Foul night eh? Looks like nobody's going anywhere tonight, no busses, where are you heading for?' Through chattering teeth the boy said he'd been sent on an errand by his ma, but the shop was closed. He was from a village about 30 miles away. I said my bus was cancelled and with the flooding we were trapped. He burst into tears. I opened my coat and held him, I tried to get him warmer, but it was no use. The PA announced that no services were due until morning and that for safety the depot was closing. He burst into tears again. `Come on son' I said and I opened my coat and pulled him in and tied the belt around us both, I could feel his heart racing as we ran and stumbled back to my offices. I unlocked the door, turned off the alarm and locked the door. I lead him to my office. As head of risk, I'd done quite well and had a good sized office with a couch and seating area to meet clients and fund managers, and a small bathroom and shower off, I think the last occupiers had this as their MD's office. It's used now by cyclists to waste working time, I mean to freshen up after a `long' ride in. Anyway I was cold now, the BMS would recognise our presence and keep the room at a constant temperature, a godsend when doing all nighters for the end of the year accounts. I said to the boy, `what's your name son?' `Bobby, Sir' he replied. `And how old are you?' `I'm 16 in two weeks Sir' `Ok Bobby, no need for the Sir, my names Frank' We're gonna catch our death if we keep these wet clothes on, we can strip off, warm up in the shower and dry our clothes on the radiator. We've got some food of sorts in the kitchen, and we can sleep on the couch, if the rain doesn't ease' He noises and cries again, `but my mum will be worried' `Well let's call her' he dialled the number and the line never rang. `Lines must be down' I passed him my cell, `just the same' he said. Well not much we can do now but to get warmed up and wait it out'. I ran the shower and said, `you strip off Bobby and get warmed up under the hot water and I'll see what I can find to wear'. I closed the door on him and went to the main office, I know we have promotional hoodies and stuff, let's see what I can find. I grab a hoodie and T shirt each then find a box with shorts from when we did a company 5k run. I take them through and hear the shower running, I open the door a notch as the shower turns off, the curtain yanks back and looking out from the shower is Bobby toweling his hair, the fabric over his face as he dries his eyes and face. I almost faint, he's gorgeous, I say something stupid as he drops the towel from his face `Hey Frank, great, you found some clothes, I feared we'd be nekkid all night, awkward or what!, I feel much better now I'm warmed through'. I mumbled something incoherent. The sight of his body was seared into my retina. Blood coursing to my cock like a steam pump. I say `I'll make the hot drinks whilst you shower, there's no room in there to change so I got undressed out here.' My boner must have been evident through my wet tight trousers surely? He throws me the towel, his pendulous cock swaying, knocking his knees almost. His bull balls hanging swaying less in sympathy. His skin ruddy, his bush like his hair but purer, a vivid auburn red unsullied by the sun. His strong thighs from pulling cattle, and his thick farm boy arms from hauling bales of hay and mending fences. `Come on Frank you'll catch your death, you're not shy are you?' I mumbled again. `Let me help you get out of those tight wet things'. Before I could shake my head Bobby was undoing my shirt buttons and peeling the wet shirt off me. I shucked off my shoes. His hands warm against my cold skin as he undid my trousers belt and button fly, opening me up, he pulled the trousers out, like wings and yanked them down. Being wet my trousers and underpants were as one, revealing my rampant package. `Looks like we both got the same problem' says Frank looking at my cock swaying as he pulls my trousers down and I pull them off. He pushes me into the shower room, all steamy now and I expected him to leave. `Let's get you warmed up. We learned this on survival camp with scouts'. As he spoke he hugged me tight a great bear hug. `Your cold mister', `Frank', I say, he nods. We hug in silence. The shower running hot on my back warming up my frozen shoulders, cascading down my back and over my cold arse cheeks. Bobbys cheek resting on on my pecs, his palms wide on my shoulders, pressing flesh on flesh, warming through. `You're getting warmer Frank' Bobby says as he turns me around, I feel the immediate loss of contact, a wave of sadness washes over me, just the water jet on my front now, not his muscular compact frame, not his big hands, not his burning erect shaft, not his cheek with its ruddy complexion and soft boy man whiskers. I start as he lays his head on my shoulder blades, and kisses it lightly, his hands caress my pecs and move down to my abs, and back up. I push my head under the spray and rock my head back into his, and moan. At first I feel a tickle at my arse crack, then a searing heat as his pipe pressed snuggly into my arse crack as he continues to rub my front. The apple smell invades the air, `oh he's washing me' I think, in a half dream. His hands wash my balls and cock, he feels its weight, its girth. It was Brandon's favourite part of me, turns out the only part he liked and `big cocks are ten a penny in Boston' he reminded me as he threw his key on the table, picked up his bags and left. `Feel better Frank?' I nod, Bobby breaking into my consciousness. `You're so wound up, so tense, just relax'. He turns me to face him as he bear hugs me again soaping my back and washing down to my glutes and into my arse crack, his soapy hands sliding everywhere quickly, then slowing down, mirroring his swaying abs now as he grinds into me, our cocks pressed into our abs. He pauses and with his arms on my shoulders he pushes me back to the wall and stands back himself, looking down we're stood a cock length apart. `You're in good shape Frank' he says and he holds my cock, looking into my eyes, his green eyes deep, his pupils so black, so wide, feeling the heft again, sizing me up. Measuring my narrow shouldered, my lithe swimmers frame. `You're a runner aren't you' I nod. `Keeps you fit, looking at you, I'd say your my cousin Hanks age, he's 29 or 30?' `27' I say `Not far off' `You' `I'm 17 in February' `Nice' I say `What My age?' `No you, all of you' I see him blush deeper red, his chest flushed like a chameleon. I held his cock, feeling his weight, his girth, his balls. `Thanks for saving me tonight' he says `Who's saving who?' I said and leaned forward and as he tilted his face towards me, his eyes closed and we embraced tightly and kissed. His lips soft, his moustache half prickles and silk. He's impatient now, pushing me back against the tiles, the water on our clenched shoulders, running between us if it could. His tongue pushes in. He's forcefull, he breaks free, embarrassed. He shuts off the shower and gets out to dry, opening the outer door, the colder air flooding in. I step out and grab him, locking him in my arms, wanting to show him that I want him, no, not want but need him right now, we need each other. I kiss him, delve my tongue in, feel his arse, this glutes of solid muscle, trace his back, from his silky nape, down his deep valley back to his arse crack and delving in to his pucker. I feel him judder as I touched his hole then felt him tighten up his cheeks around my palm, then his groan as he pressed his body into mine. I pick the towel off the door hook and wrap it around his broad shoulders and dry him. We share the towel drying each other, exploring each other in the cramped space, our world right now, safe, warm, all we need. Bobby presses my prick down and watches it spring back up, laughing, `You were front of the line when they were handing those out!' He laughed as it sprang back up to slap on my abs. I did the same to his `you were not far behind' I say. `You're fucking beautiful' I say `You're fairly hot yourself' `Fairly' I say and flick him with the towel as I run out of the door into my office. He does a flying tackle around my waist, his head pressed into my abs, gripping me and we fall onto the chesterfield couch. `You gay Frank?' `Yes' `Cool' `And you' `Think so' `Fooled around before' `Jus Cousins a bit older than me' `Hank?' `No his younger brother Jason, he's 18 now in the navy' `Probably getting plenty, I laugh' Bobby digs me in the ribs. `Tell me about Jason' I say, `you warm enough, cos I'm getting a bit chilly?' Tbc