Date: Thu, 1 Feb 2024 08:54:53 +0000
From: Scribbler Lad <scribblerlad@hotmail.com>
Subject: Bus Station Bobby - part 9

Bus Station Bobby - Part 9

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.

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Bus Station Bobby - Part 9

The party night came, the boys hired black tie from Boston, I'd kept my own
that I bought for work entertaining clients and the tux `he' liked me to
wear commando and caged under.

I bought a new bow tie and refreshed how to tie it, looking in the mirror,
Bobby was amazed at the result, as if I was a magician or something, he'd
untie it and pull the strands sexily on my shirt. He learned himself, tying
the tie tight around my ball sack, pulling the bow tight restricting the
flow, hardening my penis, `looking purty' with the black tie.

Bobby sucked off my cock, hard, like a wooden pole, undoing the bow just as
I came, releasing my juices. One of his favourites was to tie the bow tie
real tight then fall down on my shaft, impaling himself on me, riding me to
satisfaction.

The evening went real well, the boys wore matching tuxedos and red coloured
paisly patterned waistcoats, looking like groomsmen. Bobby selected a blue
Paisley waistcoat for me. I had the ring reshafted in gold and had a
matching ring made for Bobby, I got his measure from a ring pull I saw him
absentmindedly slide on and off his finger one day, my picking it out of
the trash can with glee.

Nathan was cued up as Bobbys best man, Wayne and Warren as my groomsman and
ring bearers (oh,how I would gladly bear both their rings).

Nathan did the thankyou's to parents for the party, most of the town were
invited and it being a small place they all turned up. Nathan and Bobby
beamed at the applause as he passed the microphone to Bobby who said this
would be a night to remember as who forgets their wedding day.

A murmur then a hush went across the crowd as the officiant stepped forward
and read the vows. Wayne and Warren passed over the rings and we placed
them on each others fingers, then kissed.

The crowd erupted and cheered and clapped as our lips met. My hearing
faded, my vision blurred as my whole being was transferred to decoding the
sensitivity of our kiss; the pressure, the temperature, the dryness, the
movement, the positioning in relation to the other, the dynamics of a
tongue separating the lips, easing its way in.

My hearing and vision slowly came back as a tsunami of noise hit
me. Nathan, Joey, Dot, Wayne, Warren, the farm shop girls, the pickers,
Jaime and folks from BPI formed a guard of honour as we walked hand in hand
through their upturned hands.  Joey made a cornball speech as the local
dignatory and father figure which we politely thanked him for.

We announced an open bar, the crowd cheered, the band struck up and oh how
we partied that night. Dawn came and ever sober Dot drove us home. We fell
exhausted into bed.

I woke, still dressed in my tux, at my side the love of my life, at the
foot of the bed Wayne and Warren in a sleepy embrace, snoring, also still
dressed in their hired tuxedos.

I got up to pee and Bobby roused himself, we clambered to the pan,
unbuttoned our flies and peed together, Bobby holds mine and makes a heart
shape with the stream and giggles. We clamber back and we strip each
other. First the jacket, then the waistcoat, then the bow tie and each
shirt button revealing his beautiful chest and tanned skin, I suckle on his
nipple and watch his pants bulge as I undo the waist and they fall to the
floor, his boxers tenting, I can see his shaft through the fly, so sexy. He
kicks off his shoes and trousers and pulls his boxers down. His cock rises
to his abs, his shirt falls off his shoulders and he's naked.

I gasp at the sight, tears well up in my eyes at my beautiful boy. I bend
to pick up the bow tie and pass the strip of black silk under his nutsack
and tie the bow tight at his pubes, I fashion the longer half into a bow
shape and pass the other side over the handmade bow and through, then form
the other and pass through the small hole made by the other side and pull
it tight. The bow against his abs, obscured by the living, breathing,
spewing sex pole in front.

We kiss as Bobby undresses me and caresses my body as he strips me, then
pulling down my boxers he starts to tie my bow tie under my balls, tight,
restricting blood flow, his bow pretty good for a beginner, he adjusts and
tugs at the bow making it neater and exciting me more, a constant trickle
of clear precum is oozing from my slit making spider web drools onto the
floor, picked up in the sunlight.

We kiss, our poles prodding each other and smearing silvery juices across
our abs. I open my eyes and Wayne and Warren are awake, hugging, watching
us, their suit trousers tented massively.

`Morning guys' I say and as Bobby beckons Warren, I beckon Wayne and we
kiss and strip them slowly, tux jacket, waistcoat, and bow tie, pants off,
shirt buttons one by one, smoothing, caressing, kissing their flesh, their
nipples, their lips as more is revealed. Finally bending for the bow ties
and tugging at their nutsacks, getting a good feel of the new sensation,
listening to them breathe sharply as a button was pushed. We tied the bow
ties tight, real tight, their cockheads purple with rage at the resricted
blood supply, pushing in but unable to seep out somehow, making them Uber
hard. We stood cock to cock in a circle arms over shoulders, looking down
at our beating, pulsing, dripping angry cocks decorated with bows.

Bobby separated and took the KY from the nightstand drawer and smeared his
cock, tossing me the tube, I coated up and grabbing Wayne's neck in my hand
I directed him and pushed him on his back on the bed. He was grinning up at
me. This hairy bear has lost his fat, he's beefed up, Warren has sculpted
his hairy chest, shaved him so it's more of a lions crown leading to his
abs and thick trail to his pubes, now trimmed to reveal his cock shaft and
short over his balls and perineum, showing his hole as he lifted his legs
high for me.

I looked across at Bobby and got a thumbs up abd his knockout grin. Warren
was on all fours, Bobby pierced him, Warren mewled in appreciation and
pain. Wayne pulled back his cheeks for me with his hands as I slipped in,
he grunted out obscenities as I took him hard, the bow tie grazing his
cheeks as I fully engaged, I tweaked his nips hard as I pounded him, his
thick cock running in a groove of precum up his belly, self lubricating as
it ploughed up and down, his nips were like ripe berries, I pulled his legs
and ass closer to me and pushed his legs wider apart, pushing deeper,
getting his prostate, making him howl loudly.

It's a good job I got extra insulation and that Dots house is a good bit
away else she'd think I was murdering him! I pushed his legs back, this
hunky muscle god was so flexible, he was holding his thighs close to
himself letting me in even deeper. I looked across at Bobby, riding Warren
like a rodeo bull, we high fived and I shot my load inside Wayne's hairy,
pliable ass. This sent Bobby spewing his nut into Warren. We collapsed into
a heap.

Warren politely asked Bobby

`can I fuck your husband please?',

He nodded and I was down on all fours, my cock dripping cum, the restrictor
keeping it Uber hard. Warren was an eager pup, I was a willing hole. That
was about the best of it. He took me like a rabid dog, humping me quickly
and with zero emotion, just a vehicle to get him off. He got close then
retracted and with his thumb on his rim and his finger under he tickled out
his load over my face. Wayne watched, beating his cock slowly as Bobby
finished sucking him close. Bobby and Wayne both shot over my face adding
to the bliss, three beautiful boys spewing cum over me.

I watched each plume fly from their slit in awe, feeling the hot jizz land
on my skin, searing body heat in the cooling shady room. It was all too
much, I added to the boys loads hands free, as I tried to lick up drools on
my lips and nose.

The boys pushed me back and fell on me, licking up their goo and feeding it
back to me in cummy kisses.

`I need a whizz'

said Wayne and we all got up and ran to the shared bathroom, I started the
showers getting them warmed up as Wayne pissed, his thick dark yellow
stream running in a lemon spiral around the drain, added to by Warren and
Wayne's, I managed a trickle but had had dispensed my watery nighttime
cargo earlier. We shuffled in close under the twin spigots and the boys
took care washing me, untieing the wet bow ties and hanging them over out
hard poles as a laugh and parading about as boys do, then putting them over
the glass screens to dry.

Fully washed, wanked out and hungry we dressed in T's and PJ bottoms and
went downstairs.

`Morning or should I say afternoon boys' said Dot. `I guess you've finished
upstairs for the day?', we blushed,

`Heck don't you think that I don't know what goes on in my own back yard
boys, always have, always will, and guess what, I don't give a flying fig
for what fits where so long as you four are happy'.

`Thanks Ma' the boys said, I looked nervous

`Come here Frank, I can be your Mammy too',

We hugged and blubbered then Wayne says

`Something smells mighty good and I'm mighty hungry Ma'.

We made a line and helped ourselves to a farmyard brunch, bacon, steak,
lots of vegetables of course, fried, sautéed, baked, topped off with
strong coffee. Ma ate with us; `her new family' she called us.

We washed up and we all got dressed and went about our day,

`farm chores never stop'

said Wayne as he went about his routine.

I got a call from Joey `seen the papers?'

My stomach turned as Joey read out the headline

`Kidnapped child sex victim marries rapist amidst shocked townspeople`

I was physically sick, I heard Joey say `we got this Frank, I'm on to it
right now'.

I called him back, its not ringing out, i just getting the engaged tone.

I could hear Ma on the phone saying `no comment'.

A reporter pulled up at the house. Wayne ordered him off the land, his
shotgun cocked.

Here we go again. I wept.

I got a call on my cell from Joey. `Get dressed up and smart, all of you,
yes especially Ma, I'll bring Nathan. Town Hall 5pm. We want to hit evening
news and tomorrows press'.

We showered and changed, not in tuxedos or bow ties tonight, just sober
Sunday best.

Salem Town Hall car park was jammed full of cars, Luke from the Swim Team
spotted us and directed me to the VIP area at the rear. I recognised Joeys
truck parked right up.

We got out and Joey headed, shaking our hands. `I think we've got this
sorted' he said.

We walked through the stage entry and waited in the wings, we could hear
murmuring and chattering but couldn't see anything as the stage curtains
were closed. Lots of scraping chairs and people saying `hi' across the
hall. It's a big space, holds maybe 400, I've been to Bobbys school
graduation here.

A guy from a TV truck walked by us with a cable drum and set-up microphones
on the desk on the stage and got chairs ready, he radioed to a guy and the
lights came on, he got a thumbs up from the guy on a camera. We wondered
who was coming and why we'd not heard who it was. The town hall clock
struck 5 chimes and the curtain opened and Joe Clayton was on the stage
stood by the microphone and a hall full of people.

`We'd better find us some seats' Ma said,

Luke said, `you're fine ma'am, please just wait here.

We heard Joe say;

`Ladies and Gentleman, I'm sure you all know who I am, Joe Clayton's the
name and farm supplies is the game' the audience laughed. `If only all our
tasks were as light hearted as my banter, I thank you all for your support
and coming together at such a terrible time. I remember the storms of 1986,
the devastating flood of 2006 and the murder hunt of 2014 where we as
townsfolk, honest Godfearing townsfolk came together for support and to
support those affected.

Last night I and many of you here had the privilege to welcome the coming
of age of two fine athletes, born, raised and fed in Salem, right here,
produce from our own back yard. Let's welcome Nathan and Bobby.'

I could see Nathan walk on to great applause and I pushed Bobby who walked
on from our side of the stage to continued applause and wolf
whistles. Camera flashes popping.

`We also had the privilege to share in something very personal and very
romantic, to witness the seal of love between two people. Bobby you know,
but I'd like to bring on Frank to say a few words.

Ma pushed me on stage bewildered.

The hall quieted down.

`Hi' I boomed out, too close to the microphone and I waited nervously for
the howl round to fade.

`It was my great honour to share Bobby and mines union with you all
yesterday, it felt right that we committed ourselves to each other as state
law permits, and to do this in the bosom of the community we live in and
shall continue to live in. Some of you may know that I'm in the insurance
business, that devil may care, rumbunctious, rowdy way of making a living'
that got a few laughs and comments.

`All my new family want'

I beckoned them all on stage

`is to live a quiet, industrious and loving life amongst you our friends
and neighbours, away from public gaze and salacious gossip.'

We got a round of applause.

`So I thank you all for showing your support tonight but really we just
want to get on with our lives now, safe in the knowledge that we are
accepted as just two guys who happen to love each other. Thank you and have
a good evening'.

We walked off stage and Luke shielded our way to our car and we drove back
to the farm.

We settled down, Me and Bobby, Wayne and Warren, their hands down each
others track pants, feeling a cock, as they watched TV, all snuggled in the
couch.

We went to bed. Wayne and Warren in their room and Bobby and I in the
other. We shared the bathroom between, being comfortable being naked around
each other as we took a piss and brushed our teeth followed by a big group
hug before exiting through our respective bedroom doors.

The answerphone was whirring as it took lots of phone calls.

Bobby took me that night and I took him, we slept naked, entwined, sticky
with cum.

I'd just sucked off Bobbys morning wood when the phone rang.

It was Joey

`Have you seen the morning papers?'

My stomach turned again.

`Nope',

`I'm driving around now with Nathan'

We showered away the smell of sex and dressed. Wayne and Warren were
already out working.

Bobby let Joey and Nathan in.

Joey spread out the newspaper on the table

`Salem welcomes respected gay lovers to community'

The article went on to give a pen portrait of me, how I worked in farming
insurance and had set up a cooperative farming company to help smaller
farms share profits, how we reduced insurance premiums by insuring low risk
farms keeping premiums low, how we had built up the business employing
local people on flexible hours to suit peoples family commitments. How
Bobby was due at the local agricultural college to learn the technical side
of the business for better soil management improving land rather than just
taking from the land.

I was amazed at the turnaround.

`I had to call in a lot of favours' laughed Joe as he clapped me on the
back.

I turned the page and saw the double page spread that was a photograph of
the audience taken from the stage last night with the words

`Congratulations Bobby and Frank on your wedding. From the townspeople of
Salem NH'.

The small print said `mention this article to secure 10% off your farm,
home or vehicle insurance' and Franks phone number and website.

`You eaten Joey, Nathan?'

`Nope'

`Lets get over to the IHOP now and by the way it's on me'.

I called Wayne and Warren over and we sped off. Elated at the turnaround
and welcome received, us now being a respected married couple!

Joey left Nathan with us, I wanted to get to know Nathan better, will I get
the chance?

TBC