Date: Wed, 17 Jan 2024 17:20:54 +0000
From: Scribbler Lad <scribblerlad@hotmail.com>
Subject: Bus Station Bobby - Part 5

Bus Station Bobby - Part 5

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.

Things are hotting up for Frank embroiled in someone else's nightmare.

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Bus Station Bobby - Part 5

The police call me, they want me at the farm in case they release Bobby and
his brother and sister, not knowing if Dot will be kept hostage.

I drive over, keeping well back out of view. A helicopter circles overhead
as the negotiator tries to resolve the situation.

There's a sound of gunshot, Bobbys dad runs out of the farm, his face
bleeding and a gunshot wound in his thigh. His jeans soaked in blood, dark,
angry.

The police rush in and the medics stretcher Bobbys dad and take him away.

Dot runs out crying, clutching her children.

I run up and Bobby runs to me, hugging me.

The police interview Dot and the children, it looks as if Bobbys dad
threatened Bobby, `to shoot the vermin dead' he said. At that Dot ran at
him with the kitchen knife she always carried in her apron pocket but he
had seen it and had grabbed her arm and she dropped the knife but as he
relaxed thinking her charge was over she jumped up and scratched his face
with her nails, he lifted the rifle but couldn't see with the blood in his
eyes and he staggered forward and shot himself in the thigh with the cocked
rifle.

Dot got the kids settled down for the night in the farmhouse and I drove
home, refusing the offer of a sleeping bag on the sofa.

I got home and showered for a long time, I phoned the lawyer who said there
would be a trial, it could get salacious but if he'd any sense he'd plead
guilty to lessen his sentence.

I slept a little, my apartment block was being filmed with reporters
outside and you know how mud sticks, I had to move out. I collected Bobbys
school work and his sports kit and a few clothes, and phoned down to the
concierge who said he'd open the roller shutters on the maintenance staff
exit for me. I got in the elevator and I was in my car quickly, I could see
the reporters milling around at the entrance and as the roller doors opened
I sped off to the farm. The family were up (of course) and invited me for
breakfast, Bobbys mum said he could have a day off but Bobby says it's best
to get the attention over with and get back to normal.

His mother laughed,`that'll take some doing, I can't run the farm, the
shop, the house and the boys. We got a big problem to solve here'.

I had a lot to think about. I dropped the kids off at school and got
home. I phoned the office to arrange a Zoom call with senior staff. Diaries
are busy but my PA got an APB at 12:00. I phoned Jaime the assessor whom
I'd promoted to give her heads up that I needed to take a long break, for
health and family reasons (cough). They knew I'd had a messy break up and
that this was the likely result, little did they know!

Jaime said she'd be honoured to take on more responsibility and thanked me
for thinking of her and for the call. I rang Darryl in HR and explained I'd
need 6 months maybe a year off duties and that I wanted to be regarded as a
sleeping partner with Jaime at the helm, that she could assemble her
team. I'd have to inform the NAIC and state insurance offices of the
changes at the top of the organisation.

The only bright spot of the day was the call from the realtor to say he'd
had heads up about a place that looked to fit the bill, the only problem
was it wasn't close to a large town but actually in a secluded farming
community, very private with farm land on 3 sides abutting a main road, oh
and it had a swimming hole and some riverbank, perfect for a `discrete'
lifestyle as he put it.

The owners were sure to foreclose on their mortgage and so an offer would
likely be accepted. His thoughts were we could live in the property and
lease the land to an adjacent farm for them to work. I asked him to check
if another house could be built on the land. He got back straight away, the
local planning dept see no reason given the low density and long access
road, they were keen not to let families split through insufficient housing
availability for kinfolk but were against speculative development.

He e-mailed me the details. I looked at the picture and laughed. I phoned
him immediately `yes, I would make the bank an offer' I gave him a figure,
he said he'd go 10% lower, based on his recommendations to secure the
property and what he thought the bank would take.

My zoom call with staff went well, I was now officially not an assessor for
Boston Prime Insurance. A weight was lifted off my shoulders. So long as
Jaime ran the business well I'd still be making money enough to live on and
more, giving money to invest in a new venture.

I drove to the farm, Dot was crying, the bank had foreclosed on their
mortgage, it seemed that Bobbys Dad hadn't been keeping up with payments
but gambled it, she'd found bank statements showing money paid out to a Las
Vegas church which is a front for an illegal gambling syndicate.

She would be homeless in 4 weeks as the bank told her they had accepted an
offer on the farm.

I asked her to show me around, I took notes and photos on my phone, I asked
to start at the beginning, Dot described seed production through to
planting, crop security, harvesting, selecting, washing, grading and
packaging. We discussed the risks of each process and I asked how these
could be minimised. Many could be mitigated through new machinery and
plant, to make the processes more efficient and less invasive. I was
impressed by her knowledge. She said she could easily run the farm but
didn't have the working capital to make any changes, nor the time or muscle
power to do everything.

She was sad because she had in her mind that Bobby and his brother would
take on the farm mortgage free as the old folk retired after a life of work
building for the future. She sobbed into my shoulder, I consoled thus tough
wiry woman the best I could.

I went to collect Bobby and his siblings from school. They'd been the
centre of attention all day, with kids in class performing mock kidnapping
and hostage taking at every break, not much happens around here so this was
big news.

The local TV news showed Bobby and Nathan on TV taken from their winning
match interview and ran the opening teaser with `Local soccer star thwarts
hostage gunman in 7 hour standoff' we all groaned as we watched.

`It'll all blow over, you'll see' I said reassuringly.

After the broadcast the TV station got lots of calls about how the `twins'
looked like other kids in the state, mostly from farmers kids spotting
their resemblance of build, ginger hair and ruddy complexion, with many
people sending in selfies. The station were going to investigate to see if
their was a link or if it was just a coincidence.

After the news, I did the dishes with Dot, leaving the kids full of pudding
and tired after their day. I came clean with her, that I had bought the
farm, that they were safe, that I'd set-up a company naming the family as
joint owners with their share increasing and mine diminishing as they
invested their profits in the farm, building up a future for the boys. I
explained this was not charity just good business sense and making the best
out of a terrible opportunity to befall the family.

`But who's going to work the farm?' Dot asked,

`I am, along with the boys, hired hands and new equipment',

`You've got yourself a deal mister' she said, her survival instincts
kicking in, choking back the tears.

`Now onto personal matters, kids grow up fast and kids learn behaviour from
elders, I know Bobby is gay, and I guess you must be. I can't have you two
sleeping together in this house, for one thing there's no room, I can't
have you sleeping on the couch, creaky stairs and bedding everywhere, it
just all gets on top of me.'

`Come walk with me' I said.

We walked the farm, the light fading into a sunset, birds calling as they
flew over after filling their bellies on our seed, to a patch of land,
probably an old vegetable garden and I stood on the old blackened stumps.

`The deeds show that the old farmstead used to be here, when it burnt down
the owners built a new home further down the access road and this became
farmland. I plan to build a house here, for myself and room for Bobby to
give his brother his own space.

Now I know the law and will respect that as much as I can. I want to be
happy and live a quiet life and watch the man I love grow, away from prying
eyes and gossip.

I'll have my meals with you if you want that and try to become a part of
your family.'

We hugged, Dot dried her eyes, I continued,

`Until the new house is built can I request that Bobby stays with me at the
apartment and I take him to school and continue to play uncle?'

She nodded.

She put the kids to bed, I had one night on the uncomfortable sofa and
drove the kids to school next day.

That morning I called my lawyer and asked him to file a new company in
Delaware to be called Redhead Farm Insurance with share capital of $1 per
share and 5 shares, one for each member of Bobbys family and myself.

I'd seen how Joe Clayton operates, he's a shrewd bastard, better have him
on my side given the suspected red haired connection. I'm going to get Joe
to sell the insurance for me on cash commission, based on number of
policies and renewals, he should make us all a lot of money, he'll be
unwittingly controlling the risk by choosing stable farming areas such as
around here. If it takes off, in the future it can be run online by the
kids as they get older, be a college fund.

Joe said he can't wait to get recruiting, I also talked about our labour
shortage predicament in confidence, he said he knew a farmer that had five
boys, and not enough work for the now five strapping lads on his farm, he
said he'd want 10% of their wages for a year. I politely told him to suck
my dick, he laughed and passed me the number. I gave them a call and went
over to see them.

Wayne is 18, he left school at Easter to help with planting, he's a
strapping 6 foot bear of a lad, not sporty, gone to fat a little, black
curly hair, his chest hair and fat laden pecs puffing his shirt out, the
hair creeping out of any gap. He gave me a confident handshake, his black
eyes searching into my soul.  Warren ran in, He's 16 almost 17, he exuded
energy, an enthusiastic young man, another 6 footer but lithe, strong not
hairy, lean and clean.

`Dad just told me, I can't wait to farm with you guys.' He burst out.

So we've got two happy young men, eager to start.

`A bit more eye candy', says Bobby to me.

We found a `homework emergency' for Bobby to stay over at the
apartment. Bobby ran in, he closed the blinds and stripped off, jumping on
me, frantically pulling my clothes off and pushing me on the bed, he lifted
my legs on his shoulders, spat and plunged in, hard,

`Fuuucckkk, slow down Bobby', my ass ring burning at the attack,

`Not a chance old man, I've had .... wet dreams ....  for a week
..... waiting for... this ... urghh.

He shot his bolt, almost fainting, his head tossed back as he rammed into
me, filling me up, his load dripping out down my legs as he pulled out, his
cock dripping, pulsing, still hard.

`Fucking do me'

Bobby said, pleading with me.

He rolled over, his ass high in the air, I lubed up, lined up and slipped
in,

`Oh how I've missed you', he moaned,

I caught the angle just right

`my cock is on fire' he roared,

as he excreted a thin stream of precum.

I too had been thinking about this for a while, I like being able to make
Bobby moan, to scream, to know I was pleasing him, us both getting pleasure
from my cock, watching my pole disappear into Bobby, between his beautiful
mounds, to lean right over his body like a pressup and press on in,
watching his body tense and relax, his butt cheeks contract as I slowly
took him, before accelerating to cum, grunting like a hog, up his ass.

Bobby rolls over and we cuddle, we feel each others cocks, mine soft and
wet, Bobbys hardening getting interested for more.

`School day tomorrow, no round two' I said and I plunged us into darkness.

We woke in the night, I was laid on my back, arms behind my head when
Bobbys whispered, `what you thinking' and slithered down under the blankets
and connected with my cock, taking the soft worm and both eggs in his mouth
before gagging as I hardened, he rolled me on my back and ate out my ass,
slavering noisily as he pulled my cheeks apart and dived in with his tongue
and fingers pulling right on my pucker, opening up a small gap to plunge
his tongue tip into. I blew an angels kiss, the pfft of air escaping as he
opened my hole,

`Mmmm' he moaned, sniffing in deeply, `you smell fucking great'.

In the dead of night, he plunged his nose in my crack and licked,
alternating between his arrowed tongue and a broad leaf, licking up my
musk, my ass juices, my hole twitching for him to calm my desire, my need
to be filled with his youth, his cock, his turgid man-boy tool, to open me
up, to rip my ass, to please him, to get him off, to feel his nuts explode
and to fill me to the brim with his spunk, to feel it trickle down my leg
and for him to lick it up, his hot breath on my thigh, his nose tracing a
line as his tongue follows up to the source, my leaking, cummy dripping
hole.

As we 69 for me to clean his cock of my ass smell, to suckle the last drop
out of his softening dick as he writhes in the sensitive pain before
hardening again as I suck the cum out of him, one palm cupped around his
nuts, feeling his balls rise and fall as he shoots and a finger lodged
tight up his hole, feeling his contractions as he shoots, I swallow, then
wallow in the warmth and closeness, drifting into to deep, snuffling,
snoring sleep.

We rise and wank each other off in the shower washing away our morning
wood, the soap cleaning our bodies clear of sex and spunk and ass. Then
feeling invigorated after breakfast, we pack and I drive him to school.

My mind drifts to Wayne and Warren, eager to work, eager to please.

I drive to the farm, Dot is pointing to a field, Wayne is watching,
listening intently, he nods a `yes ma'am' and he's buzzed away on the ATV,
the small trailer bouncing the tools around in the back.

Dot calls `morning or is it the afternoon?'. She laughs at her joke,
`Wayne's doing some anti rabbit fencing, we needed that years ago but it's
cussing hard to dig in, that should reduce crop wastage. He's a good
worker, showing lots of promise',

I nod, recalling his physique and my cock twitches.

I go to the shop and help serve and stock the shelves, I think installing a
meat counter might help upsell the veggies.

I collect the insurance flyers and drive over to Joe,

`Hey good to see you pardner' he says in his corny OTT country bumpkin
manner he puts on, no doubt to fool people, but I know he's a shrewd
operator.

He walks me to his office, his arm warm on my shoulder, lingering just a
little too long, he closes the door, grins shyly and releases his arm,

I show him the handout and he gets on the website.

`Looks great, you sure move fast'

`Only when I see an opportunity' I say.

He gets my double meaning and adjusts his cock going for his button fly,
licking his lips,

`Let's not mix things up at the moment' is my rebuff. He nods.

`Say, you got Wayne and Warren on your books, two great guys, I had em both
as Saturday boys, you should see them haul bags of seed around. Building up
a sweat.'

`I'll watch out for that, Dots got Wayne doing fencing' I say,

`That's some sight I'll bet'

`Anyway, see how many enquiries you can feed me, it all helps the cash
flow'

`Sure will, see ya'

I drive back and park up by the field.

`Hey Wayne' I call, the strapping lad has his shirt off showing his hairy
body, matted with sweat. His jeans are a size too big, slipping down on his
hips, showing the top of his bushy pubes and his V just stopping above his
shaft, no doubt helping keep his modesty, or what's left of it.

`Hi Boss' he calls,

`Only one boss around here and she's called Dot',

`She sure is' Wayne says and laughs,

`Just thought I'd see what you're up to'

`It's anti rabbit fencing, stop the vermin digging under, but it's sure
hard work digging'

`Would a mini digger help?',

`I guess so but that wouldn't give me my workout would it?',

He flexed for me, grinning, he's a real hunk,

I laugh, `I'll bet you're fighting the ladies off' I say,

He blushes `well, er, look I'd better get on, thanks for stopping by, er
Boss'

He shakes my hand and pats my back and marches me a few paces to my
car. His huge hand hot on my back, his force pushing me along anxious for
me to leave.

`Thanks again' he says and I see the pick axe sweep in an arc into the hard
ground and his muscular, bear like young frame hauls it out to repeat again
and again. He's a God.


TBC