Date: Thu, 25 Jan 2024 09:13:13 +0000 From: Scribbler Lad Subject: Bus Station Bobby - Part 8 Bus Station Bobby - Part 8 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. With Bobby on the cusp of college he has a surprise for Frank. 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 8. We got through Labour Day, thanksgiving and the start of the holiday season. Life continued on the farm, planting, growing and harvesting, reaping our rewards. Talking of growing Bobby and Nathan were approaching their 18th birthday. Joey wanted a big party at Atkinson's Country Club, and for me to pay for it of course, he said his share would be providing the overnight rooms for guests, which I suspect he'd got a zero rate for, it being off season and knowing Joey. I agreed of course. Bobby left the party planning to me, he was too busy with his schoolwork, exams coming up, he needed good grades to get into College. The night before his birthday after supper, we were walking the farm, tired after a long day. Bobby was getting prepared for agricultural college at Amerhurst, cramming for his exams, leaving me and the farm, Lonnie, Dot, Wayne and Warren behind. We walked to the water hole and we sat on a rock under a tree, we hugged, tight together listening to the haunting, ethereal song of the male veery bird, who tends to sing at dusk, a time when not many other birds sing and when the daytime winds have calmed as the air turns damp, the dense, moist air seemingly transferring the sound waves better than in the dry daytime atmosphere. We sat, close, warm in each other's company, my listening to Bobbys heartbeat, the birdsong and the occasional breaking of the surface of the waterhole as I was twirling Bobbys hair around my finger, his head resting on my chest, me kissing his scalp, chatting about nothing in particular, sweet nothings, just glad to be in each others arms. Bobby took a deep breath and reached into his pocket and looked at me directly. He took out a thin gold ring wrapped in a clean handkerchief from his pocket and getting down on one knee he says `will you marry me?'. The male veery bird hidden nearby almost answered for me, as I stuttered a `yes my darling boy, yes and yes again'. I lifted him up. We kissed and Bobby slipped the ring on me, the unfamiliar gold band now on my third finger, left hand. I twirled it around, getting used to it as Bobby unbuttoned my Levi's and pulled them down, we scrabbled to undress, more birds joining in the dusk chorus as we stripped naked and ran, cocks hard, our pale bodies reflecting the rising moonlight as we splashed into the waterhole, whooping and hollering. My dream fulfilled, my boy finally 100% mine. We dried on our clothes and we laid down on the short pasture around the waterhole. We talked about his plans, he's excited about going to college but sad to leave. I turned on my side and presented my arse to Bobby, opening up my cheeks, feeling the breeze on my pucker, `Fuck me, please?' I whispered, `I need you in me right now', Bobby spat on his hand, smeared his pole and in a we'll practiced move took me in one go, kissing my nape as he pistoned into me, he didn't last long, he never does, he says `why bother trying, I can just wait 20 minutes and fuck you again', Bobby giggled as footsteps ran over us and two shadowy naked forms dived into the pool, laughing. We sat up to see Wayne and Warren swimming and treading water, hugging, kissing, the moonlight making them look ghostly. They waded out, hand in hand and as they towered over us, Wayne says, `you looked to be having a such good time so we thought we'd wait till you'd finished humping before we swam', `Yeah, I needed that' said Bobby. `But now I'm coming up eighteen everything will soon be legal and nothing will be off limits', `Suppose it will' says Wayne `but the law never stopped this bull fucker did it Warren?' As he grabbed hold of Warrens cock and tugged it. `But I'm much older than Bobby and not family, that's the difference Wayne' I said, `Guess so, but you boys sure missed out on a lot of bunk house fun!' `We know, we hear ya most nights', `You should've said something' blushed Wayne, `What and stop my imagination from cumming with you, the times I've shot my load with you as you grunt a load into Warren'. `Er, you sure you've got that the right way around?' Says Wayne, `I'm usually taking it from my not so li'll bro, in fact I'm missing him filling me up already. Warren held his now erect cock and waved it at Wayne. We swam and horseplayed around, Warren wrassling with me, Wayne dunking Bobby too easily as Bobby tackled him high them falling back into the water. We laid on the grass, heaving oxygen into our lungs and quietening down we heard Ma's Westminster clock chime midnight in the distance. `Happy Birthday Bobby', `Can I have my present now?' he said. `We'll leave you too it', says Wayne, `your Ma's a tough boss and she'll haul our asses outta bed if we're not up at 5am.' `G'night' we said and watched their naked fit asses disappear into the night air. We kissed deeply, passionately, I've waited a long time for this moment and now I was on autopilot, determined to take his ass, determined to skewer him, to feel my release in him, up him, with him, his total warmth invading me, not the shallow warmth of his pussy mouth or his slimy hand but total immersion. I craved him. I wanted him, I needed him. Truly, madly, deeply. He gave me his wonky grin as I lifted his legs, his pucker rising into view. `Slow down, Robo Cop' he said as he broke my automaton actions. I fell on him, my weight barely off him on my arms, our cocks grazing, nuzzled together as I lifted my chest off him and kissed his luscious, fat, youthful lips, so soft, so tender, so yielding, his tongue was in me, whipping around my mouth as he raised up, tightening his milk crate abs, hugging me tight around my neck. I ran my hands over his tight muscular body moaning as we kissed, brushing over his hard nips, down to his lats and narrow waist, down his V and feeling his nuts, my hands felt his washboard abs and back to his pecs, my cock pulsating, spewing precum out that smeared between us, the lubricant of life. I'm moaning now, deep guttural sounds I've not heard before, surprising my ears, I raise up, lifting Bobbys ass towards me, his pucker pink and beautiful waiting for me. I dive in, smelling his musk, his savoury sweet taste, as I slaver and clean his hole of sweat and musk, his perineum bulging as I suckle on him, cleaning his salty sweaty balls and spewing cockhead as I get him ready, his eyes dancing in the dim light, him giggling at my ministrations on his most secret places, opening up to me, his winking pucker beckoning me in. I look down at my body, my abs taught, at my lithe swimmers body, the line broken by my turgid shaft, my shiny cock head, sticky, smooth, bulbous. I clamber up him, push out his legs and looking him in the eyes I make a stab and bulls eye, I'm at his gate, he winces and I slide in, deeply, my pubes crinkle against his ass. `Oh fuck' I moan and slowly pull back. Bobbys glassy eyes stare up at me, his grimace turns to a grin, I start to pound him, long strokes, building, renewing, revisiting the feeling of the stormy night. How I've waited for him, feeling like a paedo to even look at him `that way', watching out for Dot or Wayne spotting me, making do with what little after school time we could muster. Hey don't get me wrong, I'm not complaining here, its just how the cards fell, now he's coming up 18, we're betrothed, it's gotta be different right? Bobby moaned loudly, breaking my spell as I pounded him, I awoke my senses and got back down to it, slowing down, concentrating on making him feel good, `oh yeah, baby, just there' moaned Bobby as I grazed his prostate, he swung his arms around my neck and flexed his body for a kiss as he lifted and I bent over more. His legs spatchcocked, my ramming him, feeling wonderful as he wailed in lust below me. His cock slapping on his abs on every push in, he fell back on the grass and started to beat his cock as I fucked him hard, he came, I watched transfixed as a strong pulse of cum shot from his cock filling the detent below his adams apple full of his jizz, then other plume just to the left landing on his scapula and dropping to form a white line over his pecs and nipple back to the source, he then directed the third jet to his right side and letting go of his cock he let it flail around like a machine gun, spraying out indiscriminately as his chute tightened around my glans. The air full of the smell of boy sex, of his ass and his cum, milky white jello set against his tanned, youthful, taut body, quivering with his release. As I entered him on my next plunge my cock rim scraped his tight tube sending me to oblivion, as my spunk growled its release from deep below my balls, forced up my shaft by those male muscles we all enjoy twitching, to spew out of my slit into the warm darkness of him. Time stopped, the milliseconds of my blessed ejaculation lasting for eternity as I pulsed and pulsed, my whole strength focused on my dick as my body withered around my rampant cock, hard, proud, pumping my seed into him, breeding my boy. I lay on top of him, spent, my cock pulsing nothing but dust, like a dying eel lodged up his ass. I woke, cold, Bobby was asleep at my side, the grass silver now in the light of the moon high in the night sky. I gently nudged Bobby awake and we walked back, our arms wrapped over our shoulders, naked, back to our bed, luxurious in its warmth and comfort after the cold damp pasture around the watering hole. Tbc