Date: Fri, 2 Feb 2024 14:41:17 +0000 From: Scribbler Lad Subject: Bus Station Bobby - Part 10 Bus Station Bobby - Part 10 A story about a chance encounter in the rain between Frank an office worker and Bobby, a 17 year old out of towner both caught up in a storm. Will Frank cope with Bobby away at college? Please donate to nifty, to maintain the hardware to serve the stories up, to publish new ones and to organise and maintain the archive. https://donate.nifty.org/ Comments gladly received, email me at scribblerlad@hotmail.com Bus Station Bobby - Part 10 The wedding and birthday celebrations faded as spring turned to summer and fall was on its way. Nathan came around a lot, he talked about him getting in to Amerhurst, he talked about how his his dads such a legend and that Joey really likes that role, playing up to it, swallowing all the oxygen from around his boy who simply couldn't do anything right, his best wasn't just good enough for his Pa. Hence university, first in the family, dad couldn't compete with him on this one. Maybe he and Bobby could be roomies, maybe they'd both get picked for swim team. Mostly though Nathan liked our setup, `more like a summer camp here than working' he'd say. I paid him when he worked and he usually put a good shift in, trying to impress Wayne is my guess, digging fence posts or him and Bobby ridding the irrigation banks of invasive butterfly bush ending up soaking wet in tight clothes, bulges bulging. The best part for me was watching Nathan and Bobby working half naked in the remote parts of the farm. Stripping down to sun their asses or getting rid of speedo tan lines on their breaks. Bobby packed quickly and quietly. I knew he was burning for college, I knew our marriage was a mistake, that I'd tied him down during the best years of his life. My guilt hung over me, it informed my every action, every sentence uttered. I was miserable in private and over jolly in public. I dropped him off in Salem and he took the bus to Amerhurst. We didn't even kiss, `no Frank, we're in town' whispered Bobby as I approached him. We just shook hands. The bus pulled out. He was gone. Suddenly I was alone, stuck on a farm that wasn't my land really, with people I barely knew, biblically yes, emotionally no, we were strangers. Bobby phoned that evening full of how he got enrolled, who his roomie is, Curt, from Oregon, the place's you can eat, what a cool place it is. Whom he'd met already. How he and Nate have signed up for swim team. I laughed at everything, perhaps just a little too much, I was too high, like a sad clown. I said it reminded me of how it was for me at college. He had a knock at his door, we ended the conversation very politely. He didn't say `I love you'. I put the phone down and howled. Wayne ran in and hugged me, Warren too, all soft flesh and arms covering me. `Sleep with me' I begged, they nodded and we slept in a sandwich, in my big bed. I was the filling. Wayne took me like Bobby used to, scoping out my crack in a cuddle, Wayne's hairy body soft against my back, his thumper lodged in my crack, I flexed my cheeks around it, such a beautiful feeling, Wayne adjusted and as I pushed my ass out towards him, thumper fell into the detent of my pucker. His precum and my stickiness enough lubricant for Wayne to snuggle right on up, the fullness, the complete sensation overcoming me as we lay, connected, his cock pulsing up my ass, kissing my shoulder and nape. Warren is a muscly smooth lad, great definition but not like a body builders anatomical drawing, just all the muscles were there and showed as he flexed then disappeared when soft, creating a rounded curvaceous body. Pocket Rocket. I felt Warren wiggle his ass back onto my shaft, he growled up a wad of phlegm and smeared my pole and fingered his hole then lifted, spit smearing a path for my cock, right to his pucker which yielded easily, more used to thumpers girth than my standard issue. Warren exhaled as he fell onto me. We rocked and rolled, Wayne's cock up me and Warrens chute exciting my cock rim, my hands pumping Warrens cock as I fucked him and Wayne fucked me. We started slow, close, skin on skin, and ended up ramming ass as fast and as long a stroke as we could, the bed squeaking in ecstasy, my bringing Warren off first, his tight ass pushing me over and Wayne, with thumper, taking his time to finally release deep in me. I turned and we uncoupled as I lay on my back with Wayne and Warren hugging me, rising up to kiss each other over me and three wet cocks cooling down. I thought of Bobby away at uni, alone in his bed. ... Curt bundled into his room, `This room 206?' Bobby had his back to the door, unpacking, bent over. `Sure is' Bobby said and raising up turned to see a sunny faced red top, with green eyes in a huge green `Oregon 1859 Beaver State' hoodie and green camo trousers. He swung his huge bag from his shoulder on the other bed, `guess this is mine', Bobby nodded, transfixed. Then the guy put his crossed arms by his sides and lifted off the hoodie, his T rising up showing off his muscular body, the hoodie over his face giving Bobby the chance to drink in the view, the low rise camo pants just showing a hint of bush, the messy treasure trail to the belly button and the smooth abs running up to broad hairy pecs and his Adams apple and his smiling face as his T flapped down and with his arm outstretched, `Hi I'm Curt, roomie', `Yeah, I'm Bobby, roomie' `Another red top, what's the chances of that?' Said Curt, laying down on the bed, trying it out for size, his feet hanging over the edge by about a foot. `Not bad, a bit short for me though!', He stood up looking down at Bobby. `Want help getting your gear in?' Offers Bobby. `It's all right here dude, just one bag.' Ma says to buy a trunk and DHL my excess gear back home at end of term. `I'm beat, you mind if I get comfy, it's kinda hot in halls? Says Curt. He didn't wait for an answer but pulled off his T and bent over to remove his boots, his sculpted shoulder muscles flexing as he undid the laces, prising his boots off, then he stood, unbuckled and dropped his camo pants, his threadbare white cotton boxer trunks showing his ample package and rounded butt. He lay down on the bed, has arms behind his head revealing his tanned physique, his hairy chest and bushy pits, strong arms and almost chiseled abs, that showed through as he laughed or lifted his chest off the bed getting comfy. `I suppose we'd better introduce ourselves'. He launched into his talk immediately. `I'm Curtis, Curt, I turned 18 last February, I'm 6 foot 7 inches, 200 pound red top. We live in Salem, Oregon. My folks are from Salem, Massachusetts. Dads an agricultural environmental officer, gets jobs where states have vacancies, we moved west when I was 8. Hope you don't mind but I lay my cards on the table, I'm gay, straight gay, barely out and I'd like to keep it that way. I love swimming, was in the swim team, almost made state, I'm outdoorsy, hiking, camping, wearing as little as possible. He pulled down his shorts, `see no tan lines!' `Wow' I said, as he snapped up his shorts, I got to see part of his ball sack and the half of his cock shaft peeping out. I lay down on my cot, as he looked across at me. `So I'm Bobby, first from family to go to College, We're from Salem, New Hampshire, a small farming community. Ma runs the farm with my partner and husband Frank. I got a younger brother and sister. I'm gay obviously being married to Frank, not camp. I'm 5'10", 160lbs, I made swim team at school, I want to be selected here for 200 relay, I think we'll make a pretty good team. We reached across and high fived. `Say, you didn't mention your Pa, anything I should know so as not to put my foot in it later? `Yeah, Pa's doing time for kidnap and attempted murder.' `Geesh, that's tough buddy'. `Yeah, he suspects he's not my real Pa, me being a red top, it turns out that Ma had two guys on the go and wasn't sure who got her pregnant. When I showed up it became pretty obvious.' `Shit man that's awful' `What about you, Curt, is your Pa a redhead?' `Er no actually he's got brown hair actually like my mom', `Genes they're crazy, I'll bet you've a Scottish grandparents or some shit like that?' Curt stood up and says, `I'm walking to the comms for a shower, then getting something to eat, you with me?' Bobby nodded as Curt whipped off his boxers revealing his beautiful big hairy arse globes which he flexed for Bobby as he bent over and hunted in his bag for a towel, turning around his flaccid shaft swung and hit his thigh as he wrapped the towel around his neck. Bobby dropped his shorts and picked up his towel, put it over his shoulders and they strode off, Bobby admiring Curts backside as they walked, he's right, no tan lines, nice. Guys notice guys, right? These two studs sure got noticed. The guys on the corridor picked up the vibe and a few joined Curt and Bobby in the showers getting to know one another. They met more guys in the refectory, even spotted a couple more red tops. Curt pointed them out and said, `I'm gonna like it around here'. That night Curt grinned across at Bobby as he dropped his pants, `Hope you don't mind but I sleep naked, G'night Roomie' Curt said climbing into bed naked and watching Bobby strip off and climb into his cot, flicking the light out with a `G'night Curt' Then a huge fart from Curt and the two boys giggled. ... Back at the farm Frank, Wayne and Warren made them selves comfy after tea, then one by one drifted off to bed, Frank on the end, Wayne and Warren hugging each other, entwined. Franks last thoughts were wondering how Bobby was getting on. TBC