Date: Fri, 19 Jan 2024 14:27:58 +0000
From: Scribbler Lad <scribblerlad@hotmail.com>
Subject: Bus Station Bobby - Part 6

Bus Station Bobby - Part 6

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, he's only gone and bought a farm and is
building a new life.

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Bus Station Bobby - Part 6 - new beginnings

I'm getting tired of travelling between two lives, the sterile apartment
and the homely farm. I'm waiting for the architect to finish his design,
I'm paying for a 3D render so I can agree layout with family and get the
groundwork completed and the components built offsite for construction and
then internal plasterwork and cabling.

The TV company have investigated the ginger phenomenon in New Hampshire. It
seems that of the 75 ginger lookalikes who sent pictures and details they
have identified 57 who were from a sperm bank and the others remain a
mystery so far. I have my own thoughts on this, Joe sure is good at selling
seed.

I approve the house plans after making minor changes, larger bathrooms,
twin open showers, bidets and a corner bath. I upped the quality of the
finishes. The architect said to go for the best quality in the everyday
things like handles, switches, doors, kitchens, bathrooms, all the things
you touch.

The architect has marked out the foundations and channels for
services. Wayne is digging them out, he's in charge, he's such a bull,
learning new skills. He's like an intelligent digging machine. I could
watch him all day, digging, shovelling and hauling the dirt away in a
barrow, muscles flexing, sweating, the occasional acrid whiff, as he passes
by wheeling another load, making my dick thunder.

Wayne says he must've put on 10 pounds of muscle working here and flexes
for me and the architect as we commented on his work today. I clapped him
on the back to thank him for his shift, his body hot through the thin sweat
soaked torn T, my hand lingered just a bit too long, making him nervous,
his eyes darted to mine and back as I withdrew.

He recovered, `No thanks needed, it's what I do, and heck you're paying me
handsome for it' he said as he absentmindedly adjusted his crotch as boys
do.

I left them and went to the house and fired up my laptop, jeesh, the
connection must be over damp twine, I check my emails and the farm
financials, takings and outgoings against estimates, and getting bored I
take a walk around the farm, my farm.

I get to the huddle of outbuildings and I'm looking at the tackle and
discarded farm machinery when I hear the sound of water trickling and a boy
singing, it's Wayne.

I stealthily peek through a knot in the wood and see Wayne stripped naked,
stretching up, hanging a running hose off a hook, the cylindical tube of
water breaking on his body, splashing and running down to drain away in the
dust. The grass growing green around the shower nourished by the splashes.

He's washing his hair quickly, the water must be cooling as he turns and
bends then reaching up takes the hose and runs it over his tackle, his
hairs matting and parting showing flesh under,still half humming, half
singing a corny pop tune, as he bends over to inspect his cock and balls as
best he can, he puts the hose under but the pressure is not enough so he
puts his thumb over the end and squirts up his ass crack, washing with the
side of his palm. He's boned up, a full 8 or 9", what a beautiful sight he
is. He stretches and hooks the hose back high and turns off the tap.

He shakes his head, I watch mesmerised as if in slo mo, his black hair
whipping left and right, beads of water gold in the late afternoon sun, his
hairy body dark with pale rivers running through the dark hairs, his
lumbering cock swaying out of time with his head, flapping at his thighs.

He rubs his hands over his body like a blade, shucking water off, then
unhooks his overalls and spider like hops on one leg to put them on and
cover up, buttoning the bib, commando, his T shirt in his hands as he
pushes into his boots and strolls away, over the fence and to his
bunkhouse.

I quickly walk around the barns and meet him walking towards me.

He says hi and I walk with him,

`Settling in son' I say, he nods then says

`I think I can tell you, but I'm sure missing Warren, we been together
since he was born, shared a bed and everything, I miss him so'.

I hugged him, he responded, his muscular, tight body pressed against mine,
his arms in a bear hug, one on my back the other on back of my head, him
blubbering into my neck, his breath hot as he cried it out.

He calmed down and continued the hug, I felt his cock grind into my body as
he pulled his head up and we stared eye to eye, he closed his eyes and
leant into me and kissed my lips. He pulled back and fled, running to the
bunkhouse.

`Wayne, come back' I shouted as I heard the door slam.

Bobby ran over, just back from school. `Hey whassup with Wayne?'

`I don't know, I think he's homesick, go and see if he's ok will you?'

Bobby nodded and walked to the bunkhouse. I finished my walk around,
thinking of Wayne's beautiful body.

We ate in the farm, Wayne avoiding my eyes, he was sat next to Bobby and
Lonnie. The family ate quickly, and polished off seconds plus apple pie and
cream pudding.

Bobby came to see me as I watched the sunset, sat on the porch. He told me
that Wayne was very lonely in the bunkhouse, and that he didn't like the
travelling to the apartment and back, so could he share with Wayne in the
bunkhouse? He could get the school bus with Lonnie and I could pick him up
from soccer and swim team'

I said that was a good idea, that then we could see what happened when the
new house was built,

I bade farewell and drove to the apartment and getting inside I stripped
and wanked myself to sleep for comfort, was I losing him, was I being
stupid, should I just let him go, not let him fester with an older, mixed
up guy like me?

Morning came. No school run. Bobby would've got the bus with Lonnie. I
logged on to the farm insurance site and we had three enquiries for
quotes. I put the data in and worked out the quotes and e-mailed them off.

I went to see the architect to finalise the groundwork's, I was eager to
get it finished, he said he knew of a prefabricated system that came all
pre-finished, just bolt together, fit the roof , connect the AC and
services and it's done. Saves time and cost as everything is pre made to
set panel sizes.

He designed the layout using their website builder feature, I selected the
interior colours and finishes from a choice of three. He had configured the
build using standard panels, the architect recommended I select highest
level of insulation to lower A.C. costs in summer and heating in winter. I
completed the 50% payment details and pressed `send', no going back now.

The concrete base was laid, a rather handsome young guy called Kurt from
Speedyframe came out to set the bolt spacing and supervise the concrete
pour. It was a long day and he slept over in the bunkhouse. I heard him and
Wayne chatting and giggling late in the night when I did my late night
walk, it looks like those two clicked. Warren was staying over a couple of
nights a week now and I heard him and Bobby chatting away,

`Goodnight boys' I shouted I heard 4 voices say goodnight back.

The truck delivered the frame just 4 weeks later. The concrete base
completed, the bolts protected under wooden covers, and the crane lowered
the panels and Kurt and equally good looking Hank bolted the system
together. The boys slept in the bunk house with Kurt and Hank, no doubt
training them up.

The build took them 2 days. A final air seal test found a few leaks which
they removed by adjusting the panels and I signed the building off.

We'd picked out furniture from All Modern in Boston on the web, and later
that day a furniture truck and 3 guys assembled and put the beds and sofas
in place, we were fully furnished now. The appliances were next and the
guys fitted the kitchen and laundry machines.

I'd brought the pans and plates from the flat and emptied the place.

Leaving the flat, his flat, was easy, I'd zero emotional attachment to the
place. I actually felt relieved as I closed the door behind me and dropped
the keys off. A door closing and a new life opening up before me.

I got to the house, ran the A.C. to cool the place down. Heated up the
water and made the beds.

The kids loved it. The money I'd saved on the construction I put towards a
larger unit. Wayne and Bobby had a bedroom at one side and I had the other
side. We had a spare bedroom and a homework / gym / games room, large
breakfast kitchen, a diner and a lounge. We had one large bathroom with
corner bath, open twin shower, toilet, dual basins and a bidet. The
bathroom had 2 doors, one from each bedroom and a separate `house' bathroom
with a toilet and shower off the lobby.

The boys brought over their bedding, three pillows and made the bed in
their room. I looked in

`Who's the guy in the middle?'

Bobby said `that'll be for Warren. He's like a radiator, he can't wait to
move in'.

I felt better now, having the boys around, away from the restrictions of
the farmhouse.

I spent the evening hooking up the TV and stereo, getting the wi-fi up and
the boys games console.

I decide to call the house `Winnewetu' which approximates to Alonquin for
`beautiful house' and I kinda like the `we too', I'm falling for these guys
big time I thought, my risk assessment poking its unwanted head through and
waving turkey.

The boys race through, in PJ bottoms for now, and fall onto the couch and
snuggle up to me, as they are all really men I'm crushed under them, their
weight on me as they wriggle, I pull my arms out of the melee and wrap them
around their bare, hot, radiant shoulders as they squirm. I look down at my
tribe, I make out boners in their PJ's and I hurl them off the sofa

`To bed',

They run through, I turn the light off and I watch through the bathroom
door as they brush their teeth, take a last piss and dive into the one bed.

I'm cold and alone. I turn out the light as I hear my door open and Bobby
comes in, drops his pj's and is hot on my back, kissing and hugging my
back.

We hear Wayne and Warren whispering then a groan as one of them gets off. I
feel Bobbys shaft, sticky hot on my crack, looking for the entry, he slips
in, my turn to groan as he bids me good night and kisses the downy hairs on
my nape, wrapping his arms around me for support as he humps me, it's not
long enough until I feel him pause, sigh and dump his load, he falls
asleep, his arms going limp wrapped around me. I drift off, his cock still
engaged, the rest of the boy inanimate.

TBC