Date: Thu, 11 Jan 2024 19:28:48 +0000
From: Scribbler Lad <scribblerlad@hotmail.com>
Subject: Bus Station Bobby - Part 3

Bus Station Bobby - Part 3

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.

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Bus Station Bobby - Part 3

We got off the bus and walked to my apartment, on Mcmann Court, Salem NH.

I opened the door and we went in, he dropped his bags, dropped his shorts
and pulled off his hoodie.

`I need a pee' he said

`I'm joining you',

I stripped off quickly and we rested arms on the wall and pissed into the
pan, rapidly chubbing up.

`How come you're not cut?' I asked as he skinned back, his messy spray
narrowing to a single stream.

`Ma said Pa was upset when I was born due to my coloring and they nearly
separated because of me, then I was sorta ignored, no christening either.
Ma said she had to escape the farm to get me registered on the 10th day. Ma
named me after stopping for a soda and seeing Bobby's department store
across the road.

We pissed in silence, exhaling, taking in the news. I looked over at Bobby,
he gave me his shy grin back, I looked down at his cock, he was pumping his
erect penis slowly, his veins popping purple on his long shaft, a drop of
piss trickled quickly down the shiny acorn head followed by a slower,
thicker spew of pre-cum, he played with his nuts, his fingers on his
perineum, jiggling his balls, sniffing his fingers unknowingly as boys do.

`Through here' I said and we jumped into the bed, warming it up by
wrestling, fuck he's strong, and wiley. He pinned me, my arms over my head,
my pits showing, grinning up at him, his weight on me, making it hard to
breath. He leaned over and kissed me, reducing his pressure on my arms, I
sensed my chance, I thrust my ass high, pushing my abs and cock into his
abs and tipped him over. I'm on him now, my cock like iron stuck out in
front of me, his cock behind me, I jiggled back and could feel his hot
shaft branding my lower back. I had his arms pinned, his chest broadened
out, his pits dark with sweat, his body narrowing. I nuzzled into his pits
and licked the and spat-drooled his sweat into his mouth, he licked his
lips.

`Truce?'

He nodded

`You gotta say it' I said,

`Truce' he said then `scouts honour',

He hugged me tight, raising up to kiss my shoulders. I opened the
nightstand drawer and found the lube. I bent behind and smeared his shaft,
and then my hole.

I reared up and he held his cock still. I fell onto his shaft, him piercing
me, I grimaced.

He looked concerned.

`It's been a while' I said

`You're gonna get no other cock but mine from now on, you know that don't
you?'

`I do',

I said, saying my vows and I sank down on him until my ass touched his
thighs.

`Fuck' he said `that feels beautiful'.

His lad instinct took over as he wanted to feel as much sensation as he
could. He bucked me up roughly, trying to move his cock in my ass.

I slowly lifted and sank down, a slow rhythm, when I lifted he started to
buck violently, then I'd fall down, trapping his cock, feeling his dick
pulse like crazy then cool him down, then lifting off he'd repeat the
hammering and as I fell down to rest on his thighs he'd try to calm down.
He was moaning for release, for him to shoot.

I pulled off and he went to wank his cock. I slapped his hand away and span
over, doggy style, wiggling my ass at him. He sank in

`Ride me cowboy' I said.

He slapped my butt and started to plough my furrow, deep and fast, the slap
slap slap of his bull nuts swinging and his thrusting deep, oh so deep. He
found the angle for my prostate and I moaned, my hearing went quieter, my
moans louder as I felt my body rise, my vision went dark with lights like
fireworks in my clouded vision.

I was somehow looking down on him fucking me, a drone shot that zoomed in
on his cock power-driving my ass, lube and ass juices collecting in a white
ring around the conjoined flesh, his abs crunching, flexing, his bale
lifting, strengthened arms tensed, sculpted, gripping my waist, his face
flushed, his tongue stuck out a little as he concentrated on getting off,
his chest heaving oxygen into his lungs, his chest flushed red, the edges
of his ears ivory white like bacon rind, a dusty palor to his skin like
beetroot sprinkled with talc. He's moaning now, building for release.

`Pull out' I shout and I push forwards and quickly turning, I lie on my
back, opening my mouth, he plunges his cock in my mouth, me looking back at
him, he twists 180, he's over me now in the push-up stance like in a 69 and
he fucks my face, then moans and spurts his seed into my mouth, my cock is
below his mouth, he takes my dick and suckles me off like a young lamb on a
teat, I spurt into his warm pussy mouth, filling him, making him gag and
splutter, my cum running out of the corner of his moth as I spew my seed
into him, my cock hard as iron, harder than it's ever been, my veins rough
against his soft lips, exciting me to a crescendo of cum.

I spin around and we share cummy kisses, lots of them as our cocks pulse
out dust, like dying fish, slits gasping for air, twitching on our thighs.

I pull over the duvet and we hug ourselves to sleep. A late morning sleep,
cosy, safe, sexy.

My phone rings, it's the office, I chat with them and negotiate the rest of
the week off. I rolled over and looked at Bobby, sleeping on his front, his
ruddy skinned ass, his strong back, his arms outstretched in a curve above
his head, his ginger hair resplendent atop his weathered ruddy face. His
skin has a matte finish, dusty, I prod his rosy ass cheeks, my finger
leaves a white mark.

He snuggles into the pillow, asleep, Bobby lifts his ass off the mattress
and breaks wind, I smile and breathe deeply, what a lad I've bagged. I look
at his ass close up, the curve of his cheeks form an inverted `Y' and in
the gap I can see his thick hairy perineal pipe and his bull balls, I blow
on them, the pipe expands as blood is pumped into his shaft. I carefully
position my face over his butt, I drool a trickle of spit on the pipe and
watch it run down, I catch it on my arrowed tongue, the musk heavy in the
air and pushing my nose in I suck his perineum and nibble along until I get
to his balls and lick them, the skin tastes almost salty. He rises his butt
a little making room for his erection and lets another tiny blow of wind
off. I'm so close to him, watching his cock, hard under him, pressed into
his belly between the sheet and the mattress.

I gently part his cheeks and peer at his pucker, the cheeks have sticky
residue on the sides and the ginger hairs are matted with sticky musk. I
drool again, the warm spit glistening as it runs down, tiny bubbles
snagging on the golden hairs. I arrow my tongue and lick up the musk. He
snuffles and rises his ass off the bed, I pull back and watch his hands
grab his package and lower back down. I blow on his ear and he moves his
head, again I blow, this time he turns on his side, I can spoon him now, in
his sleep, I blow his ear again and he rolls over onto his back.

I blow on his cock head and watch it rise as it pulses, so sensitive. His
hand grips his shaft, his knees rise up, he's pumping his cock slowly, then
he fingers under his balls, playing with the orbs, his hand moves away. I
lick the sticky bunched up foreskin, his hand grips his dick lifting it
away from his abs. I gently place my tongue underneath it and as his hand
moves away his cock lowers onto my tongue and I envelop the head in my
mouth. He moves his head side to side as I build up tempo, sucking and
licking under his frenulum and pushing into his piss slit to mop up the
salty precum. I grip his cock now as I pull off to reposition and straddle
him, facing him, I pump and suck,

`What time is it?'

he says then groans and arches his back, his balls rise as I grip them with
one hand and his shaft with the other and feel the muscles contract deep
under and pulse out his load, plumes of cum jetting out, pure white on his
rosate skin, a flush across his chest.

`Fuck' he says

I lick up his body, swallowing his essence, licking his jetted jizz, plumes
extending up to his face, gulping down his cum.

He rolls over, I straddle him, and eat out his ass, pushing saliva into his
crack, I rise up his body kissing him, he shoves a pillow under his cock to
raise him higher, I'm kissing his nape, his skin red hot, so warm, my cock
is at his gate, I push forward, he is tight, I push harder and slide in, up
to my pubes in one slick move, kissing his neck as he starts to fuck the
pillow, I move opposite to lengthen the strokes and I'm in bliss land.

It's not long until I shoot, my full weight on him as my cock pulses and
pulses out my load into him as I slaver and kiss his neck, I'm weeping
silently, I think I'm in love. I pull the cover over and we turn, still
coupled, me spooning him, my cock hard up his hole. My cum dripping out,
wet, sticky on my pubes. I play with his hair, making red ringlets, he
snores.

We sleep.

I awake, lover boy is on his front, splayed out like a starfish, I thought
of Brandon. I'm ravenous, it's about 4.30pm the small town busy in the
gathering winter gloom. We've slept the afternoon.

I've eggs and bacon, tomatoes, frozen hash browns, bread.

I don't bother dressing, it's a bit chilly but I'm used to it. I put on an
apron, I learned with Brandon that those spitting dots of molten fat sting
on your prick. I'm not a risk assessor for nothing. I'm used to cooking for
two, it's easier somehow.

I think of being Brandon's `little lady' doing the chores then getting off
to work, caged up in the penis restrictor and an anal plug up my ass all
day. Then back home on the bus to this small town hoping he'd unlock me if
he'd had a good day drawing or had sold some prints. I'd cook and clear up,
maybe do some laundry, he liked clean sheets and towels daily. Then he'd
tease me, humiliate me and laugh at my cock, aching at the restrictor,
distended, pushing against the metal as he rotated the plug, finally
pulling it out and letting me clean myself out in the shower, I had to be
pure, not a hint of anything nasty, if I was lucky he'd unlock the
restrictor and I'd be hard on the bed, he'd secure my wrists in the harness
and get out his toys, opening me up, before I sucked him off. Then he'd
edge me telling me if I could come, more often than not I'd be locked away
again or left harnessed all night.

I kept his toys in case he came back. I loved him in a weird way. It seems
strange now to be in charge, in control, I'm liking it.

Bobby is my first guy since. How can I keep him? Is this the life I want, a
lonely apartment in a small town? My thoughts are interrupted by a warmth
on my back, two strong arms hug me, riding up the apron to my pecs, pulling
me back and tweaking my nips, a hard wetness in my exposed ass crack,
rubbing up and down my cheeks. I push my ass out and bend as he slides in
me, in one, he groans and I rise up, standing, we are coupled.

Bobby reaches out his arms and shakes the fry pan, picks up the spatula and
flips the bacon. He gives his cock a pulse, still up me, and kisses my
shoulder. We straddle walk together and I bend to get the plates, he pushes
into me, fucking me, his balls slapping, in a frenzied teenage attack he
nuts up me, grunting, I feel his drool on my back as he slobbers his face
on me as he jerks out his load.

He slithers out, long and soft, my asshole gapes, I feel his cum running
out as I slowly close up.

`I'll set the table' he says and gets out the plates, glasses for juice and
side plates.

I'm turning the food in the pan.

`I'll do the toast' and he takes over the toaster, buttering and slicing,
looking over at me with that grin.

His young, naked body even more beautiful when in action, moving about, his
muscles contracting and relaxing.

`How do you like your eggs?' I say, mesmerised by his beauty.

`Cooked' he says.

I dish up and we eat, in silence, the drama of the storm gone, the sex has
satisfied us, I find I've not a lot to say, not a lot to offer this guy on
the cusp of his life, my mouth goes dry but my eyes tear up.

Bobby looks at me

`why so sad?' He says.

`I can't explain' is all I've got. `I need a new life'.

`I've not been honest with you' says Bobby. `You know when I said I'd been
on an errand in town, well that was a lie'

`I guessed as much',

`I've run away',

`You'd better tell me what happened. But first let's clear away'.

We clear away and Bobby washes up and I dry, he's obviously used to this
and he dots suds on my nose and squeezes my ass cheeks playfully as I bend
to put away the dishes.

`I'm getting cold, let's find some clothes.' I say,

I sort out trakkie bottoms and the insurance fleece tops and we snuggle up
on the sofa

`So what's happened, tell me everything, I won't judge or throw you out, I
mean that Bobby'.

He tells me about his family, the farm where he was brought up, his younger
brother and sister and how he was the eldest, how they're all dark haired
and brown eyed and stocky. How different he grew up to be, ginger, taller,
broader shoulders, longer legs.

It transpired that his mother had got knocked up whilst cheating on her
boyfriend and couldn't really say who the father was. Pops was the
longstanding boyfriend and anyways they got married and borrowed heavily to
buy the farm. Pa wasn't a good farmer and ma was helping out as best she
could. Dad must've had an inkling I wasn't his due to my colouring, ma said
she had Scottish ancestors but that didn't wash and well, when he my
brother and sister turned up he guessed he'd been duped. He was always cold
and standoffish with me, when he caught me fucking the twins from the
neighbouring farm then he threw me out right there and then for being a
pervert. I hitched to Boston and you saved me.

`So, how old are you?

`15 going on 16 in February',

`Mmm that's a problem'

`Did you try to call your mother?'

`No, I was faking that'

`All I can think of is that you get in touch with her and say you are safe
and being well cared for.'

He hugged me tighter.

`Let's look, where is your farm?' He pointed to the map on my phone.

`Shoot that's only 15 miles away. Where's your school?'

`North Salem High', that's no distance. Could you go back to your school,
would it be too difficult for you?',

`I guess I could, I'm in swim team and soccer team, my grades are pretty
good.'

`Are you out?'

`Heck no!'

`So here's my plan, call your mother, stay here with me, keep going to
school'

`Yay' he said and hugged me.

`Shall I dial?'

`No, I'll do it, pass me the phone, can I give her this number and
address?'

`Do you want to?'

He nodded.

I wrote it down for him

`Call from your bedroom if you like?'

`My bedroom, aren't we, you know'

`If you want to, but tell your mother you have your own room, that I work
in Boston in insurance, my folks are from Syracuse in New York State. That
I don't bite, that we met during the storm'.

He closed the door and I heard crying, then chattering, then silence and
him talking loudly. He came back in.

`Well that's sorted, do you have a car?' I nodded. Ma says we can go
tomorrow, Dads picking up supplies in town and he usually meets friends and
they shoot pool for a couple of hours or so. She'll text when he's set
off.'

`Ma says what about paying my way, things are tight?'

`I've got you covered pal'

We snuggle up in the bed, no sex tonight, he's 15, fuck I'd be behind bars
for 20 years. I shudder. It depends on his mother now.

We get the text, we set off, it's only 15 miles away! We pull up at a
vegetable farm, lots of cloches, greenhouses and hard work. There's a small
poorly stocked farm shop. I pull up as directed. His brother and sister run
up to Bobby and they run off, his mother shakes my hand.

I say `nice to meet you maam',

`Don't you be maaming me, it's Dot, we've got to talk, I'll close up now
and we can chat whilst I pack Bobbys things. Oh dear I told myself I
wouldn't cry, has he told you'

I nod,

`of course, he'd tell you everything'.

I comforted her, my arm around her shoulder as we walked into the house,
Bobby and his siblings chatting, their eyes on us as we walked upstairs. He
shares with his brother, a single bed each, his side of the room had the
paraphernalia of youth, school cups, medals on the shelf, WWF posters on
the wall.

I sit as Dot puts his clothes into a laundry bag as she talks about her
boy, what he's like, how well he's doing at school, she wants to tell
school the family have fallen out and he's staying with an uncle. I say I
can live with that, and that we both want to keep Bobby safe from his dad
hitting him or worse, she said she wouldn't tell him where he's staying.

I mentioned about Children's Services involvement. She shook her head,

`no, it's none of their business, it's a family dispute that the Lord saw
fit to resolve by sending an angel to rescue Bobby on a stormy night.'

Bags packed, we took the offer of vegetables and Bobby hugged his mother,
brother and sister,

`see you at school tomorrow'

he said and we drove back to the apartment.

I checked in at the office. I arranged to work from home 3 days a week, I'm
the boss after all, I promoted my Junior Assessor to Chief Assessor to
handle face to face meetings and so forth, she was pleased with the raise.

I asked my FA for a statement of assets. Could I buy somewhere or was I
stuck renting this sterile place?

I helped Bobby unpack his clothes in his room. I explained no matter what
we actually did that this had to be his room, that Dot had agreed to not
snitch on me for child rape and that I was deadly serious as if he blabbed
I'd get 20 years in jail. That focussed his mind. He displayed his school
cups and laid out his gear on his desk.

He came into my room in the night. I felt his cock slip up my ass early
morning as he rocked himself off up my chute in the dawn light then fell
asleep, his morning wood bathed in his earlier spunk. We showered, had
breakfast and I drove him to North Salem High. I dropped him off a little
away on his bus route and he walked in with his pals.

I got my head down and had a productive day. I picked him up, his brother
was with him.

`Can Lonnie come for tea and see my room, please Uncle?'

`Call your mom',

Dot said it was Ok, they got the nod.

Bobby and his bro referred to me as Uncle. It felt good. No questions asked
about whose brother I was.

We had an early bowling game and a burger. Town girls eyeing up Bobby, the
stud. I drove them back.

That's when I knew it was a mistake. His dad saw us pull in near the farm,
he was in the field opposite. He ran over shouting.

`Lonnie get inside son, now, run, faster'

The boy shot off not looking back.

`You, stay in the car now faggots, and drive that son of Joey Clayton out
of here for help me God I'll bust you're faggot perverted brains in. You
want him, you can have him, ten thousand dollars, cash else I call
Children's Services and the law.'

We sped off, Bobby silent.

`I guess that's it then?' He said.

We got home, Bobby had homework and I read my e-mails.

I need a lawyer I thought, but heck, what if the lawyer turns me in for
inciting a minor or worse for rape?

I could say we did nothing in the office or here, but shit, that cop had a
report from someone spying through the blinds on the stormy night.

My stomach turned, he had us, we are screwed, I'm paying his blackmail or
doing time. I can probably get $10k in cash but when he's spent that, what
then?


TBC