Date: Mon, 5 Feb 2024 17:58:51 +0000 From: Scribbler Lad Subject: Bus Station Bobby - part 11 Bus Station Bobby - Part 11 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? Bobbys met another red top, Curt and are trying out for swim team. 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 11 Bobby called me and told me all about Curt, who sounds like a bear of a man, Bobby is infatuated with him. Of course this made me feel insecure and my heart ached for Bobbys touch, to watch his face light up when he sees me or his body yield when I need him. We chatted, me listening mostly then Bobby had to get ready for the swim team selection. He rang off. My head in my hands, weeping, my heart aching. ... Curt said we should change into speedos in the hutch and just wear our clothes over, that way we'd avoid the changing room chaos. Curt stripped in front of me, giving me that goofy grin just before he bent to lower his boxers and kick them off, his shaft swaying and his balls rocking in sympathy. He spider crab like put on his tiny speedos and positioned his dick, his shaft laid over to one side, very obvious. He tied the waistband, `I'd better lock it away, don't want the beast getting out!' He said. I laughed and as Curtis pulled on his track pants I stood naked and stepped into my speedos and pulled up flipping my dick in and tieing up in one easy action. `Easier for you bro' laughed Curt. We pulled on track pants and hoodies and made our way to the pool. We signed in on the clipboard and were told to wait poolside in the bleachers. A guy in a yellow swim T showed us where and asked what discipline we felt best in. Coach came in, the murmuring subsided and we got a pep talk. `Amerhurst was looking to reach state finals this year, just missing out last year and bla bla bla'. I looked around and saw the two other red tops sat together, I nudged Curt, who grinned at me. Bla bla bla went on coach and suddenly my name was called poolside for a heat. The other two red tops were in lanes either side of me. We stripped off to our speedos and stood getting ready, I noticed we were all similar height and build. I introduced myself to Sam and Seb, `you twins?', `heck no Sam lives 60 miles from me, on another farm', `You farmers? Well so am I, that's weird?' I said `Der no, pillow brain, it is agricultural college', I felt foolish but let it pass with an `oh yeah, derrr' comment back. We lined up and went on the beep. The timekeepers were watching us closely. I did pretty good, beating Seb all the way, after 100 Sam was just ahead of me on the turn and so I `switched on' to finish level with him at 150. We all powered down the pool for the last 50. We ended up about even, I was first, Sam second and Seb third. We got out of the pool heaving breath into our lungs. `Dudes that was pretty fast' said the timekeeper, I think you'll be pushing guys out with those times, we don't often get triplets on the team'. He walked off. Curt came up `remind me which of you is my roomie?' He said then realised he was up next, `Hey I'm up next, 200m Breaststroke' said Curt. We sat and watched as the brawny guys stripped and warmed up poolside. Some real hunks here, big guys, not an ounce of fat on them, just muscle. Curt looked in proportion, two of the others had been weight training, they had over bulked shoulders making their heads look small and had missed leg day too often. Curt looked up at me in the bleachers, I gave him a thumbs up and he waved slightly, awkwardly, then he adjusted his dick, pulling the tiny speedos down more on that side and gave me his lovely grin, then looked away and concentrated, him flapping his arms, clapping his huge hands in front of him. His broad chest heaving as he primed himself, ready for action. The timekeeper gave them the warning then the buzzer for the off for their four 50m lengths of breaststroke. At the first 50 Curt was clear. Then the walnut headed guy starts to close, we're shouting for Curt, he's still ahead at the 100 but the walnut is closing the gap. Curt does a fast turn at the half way and powers through but walnut is catching him up, they're neck and neck at 150. It's the last lap, we're all on our feet, roaring and cheering the guys on. We get into a `Curt, Curt, Curt' shout that's picked up by his other admirers, he must've heard because at the 1/2 way steps with only 25 to go he races forward, his big hands pushing the water behind him, his powerful frog leg kick adding to the pace, they both touch almost together, Curt is celebrating but It's close and there's a delay, timekeeper and coach are looking at the data, they look at the video, still framing through. The hall goes silent. Then the board ripples the places, Curtis high fives with `walnut'. Curtis pipped him by 2/10 of a second. They haul themselves out, recovering their breath as they hug. Curtis waves us over, we meet poolside and hug. `Hey Jose meet my roomie Bobby', he hugs me, his huge body enveloping me completely, so warm and comforting, he pushes me back, arms on my shoulders and looks at me then Seb and Sam, `what is it with all you red-tops, is it something in the water?' Seb says `Supreme selection, that's all, Darwin was right, we are the master race, you just don't know it yet!'. We watched the other heats from the bleachers, huddled close, thigh touching thigh, man-spreading occasionally to get some cooler air to our crotches, it was getting hot under the towels draped over our shoulders. I think we were all getting chubby. Coach thanked us and told us to meet for next practice early as he's gonna post the team selections. We showered with the other guys, taking care to check-out the others, we redtops stayed together, `Hey have you met Harvey?' Said Seb, `he's another red-top from just outside Boston, his folks have a fruit farm', Sam nodded, we shook heads, `we're meeting later, why don't you tag along?' We nodded. Back in our room Curt stripped off his top `man it's too hot in here, do you mind?' `Go right ahead, I'll join you' I said and pulled off my top. I noticed Curt staring at me intently, his tongue licked his lips quickly, he beamed as we both stood shirtless, admiring each other. `Like what you see?' I said to Curt. He flushed red, then flexed for me, my cock leapt in my trackies, roaming free since the swim shower, commando. `Like what you see?' He said. I nodded, put my hands in my waist band and said `Sure do'. Curt grinned and copied me, his thumbs under his elastic waistband, `One, two, three' we said together laughing as we bent and pulled our track pants down. Curtis cock had chubbed a little, I was at full mast, we walked towards each other and hugged, Curtis hand on my neck the other on my ass cheek, we separated and looked into each others eyes, and kissed. The most natural feeling ever. Our soft lips pressed together, my tongue made for his mouth, probing into his lips, opening them up a little, then feeling no resistance, probing on in, his tongue copying me as we writhed, hands roaming our bodies, I felt his cock rise, I pulled my ass back to accommodate the beast as it rose, full mast, the thick girth searing hot against my upper thigh and my abs. Our precum smearing our skin, silky smooth, lubricating our motion. `I need to shoot' I said `Me too' Curt said then an `ohh' from him as my hand enveloped his thick shaft. `Fuck, you're gorgeous' I said as I pumped him slowly. His hands clenching my ass cheeks. My other hand caressing his nape. `Don't stop' was all he could say as he fumbled with my cock, his huge hand wrapped around my much thinner spike. He put his other hand over mine, directing my pumping of him. I pulled my hand away, our shafts bobbing, angry, purple heads, engorged. I got onto the floor and he followed, we sat close, legs out, inching towards each other until our shafts were side by side. Curt wrapped his hand around us both and started to pump, our cocks rubbing against each other as Curt spat some more lube to squelch us together, he slowed down, lengthening the time, cooling us off a little. I could feel myself getting close, the red hot geyser about to spew, my brain focused solely on getting off. I pulled back and knelt up on my knees, my arm tensed, my hand gripping my shaft pumping away, he copied, we looked at each other then tossed our heads back, pleasuring ourselves as we know best, bring ourselves to climax. I'm curios now, who's going to cum first, what's his goon face like? We both brought ourselves to the brink and released, watching our faces contort in ecstasy and our plumes spurt over each other. Bands of white against his perfect tanned hairy chest and down to his abs, another high on his shoulder. Backs arched as we jetted out our seed. I was coated in his spunk, I could smell the raw mushroom aroma, his much more pungent than mine. We stopped spurting and instinctively licked the drool off the back of our fingers and laughed together. `That was beautiful, what a sight for sore eyes you are', Curt said as he turned for his damp swim towel and wiped my cum off his chest, cleaned up the blobs in his pubes and threw it at me. `Clean up man' he said then we'll shower and get out to meet Seb and Sam and this other fella. I was dumbfounded, aghast at the beauty I had seen, him spewing his seed, I knew then I wanted him more than ever, to feel him up me, filling me, completing me. My cell chirped, it was Frank. I shut the call off to message them wrapped my damp towel around my waist and followed Curt, him holding the now cummy towel over his still chubby package. TBC