Date: Thu, 27 Apr 2023 20:59:29 +0000 (UTC)
From: Jonathan <tryitlikeit27@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Bus Station - Chapter One

A very sheltered and naïve 13 year old boy befriends a 16 year old
worldly runaway, each of them offering something to the other.

This is a fictional tale of sexual relationship between two teenage
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The Bus Station
Prologue


The bus station had been in the Sampson family long before a motorized bus
even existed. His great grandfather bought the land back in the late 1800's
and in conjunction with the local stage coach line, he opened a way station
for passengers to get something to eat or drink and the stage coach to get
a fresh string of horses.

When motorized buses became a thing, Drew's grandfather saw the future in
them and bought one to compete with the stage coach line. He eventually
owned a small fleet of buses and the way station became a bus
terminal. Drew's father worked as a mechanic to keep the buses running
smooth and reliable. Their service area slowly grew beyond just traveling
between Breen and Hesperus, reaching out to Durango and further. At the
outbreak of World War II the Army built a training base between Hesperus
and Durango. The Army coordinated with several of the major bus companies
to start servicing the area in direct competition with the Sampson
Station. Some political help from a US Senator who grew up with Drew's
grandfather convinced the Army and the major bus lines to negotiate a long
term lease with the Sampson family and make major improvements to the
station. The family sold off their busses and Drew's father went to work as
a driver for one of the companies. His mother ran the newsstand and his
grandfather retired, sort of. Drew's grandmother passed and his grandfather
moved into the small back room that had been their home in the early days
before the family homestead was built next to the station. When Drew's
mother became pregnant his grandfather took over running the newsstand for
a few years until his mother came back to work. Drew would be at the
station all day while his grandfather watched over him. Drew's mother was
diagnosed with breast cancer when Drew was 11. It was a tough couple of
years while she went through treatment but she was making a slow
recovery. Drew's father was going to quit driving and stay home to care for
his wife and help with the station. He was making one last run and headed
back to the station on a late night trip. The driver of a tractor-trailer
truck fell asleep and veered head on into the bus, killing Drew's father
instantly. Once again Drew was back to the station after school and on
weekends running the newsstand. His mother was well enough to come in a
couple of days and his grandfather worked a couple of days until his mother
relapsed and stayed at home again. Drew started home schooling so he could
put in more hours at the station. His grandfather passed peacefully in his
sleep and left everything to his mother and him. By now he was thirteen and
basically running the news stand on his own, studying his schoolwork
between arrivals and departures.

This is where our story picks up . . .


Chapter One


It was 6:30 in the morning on a typical day in the early 1950's. Drew
Sampson had the news stand open and ready for the first bus load of
customers. It would be busy for the next half-hour or so as riders for the
morning bus to Durango and beyond came to get their morning newspaper and a
cup of coffee. Then things would be slow until the next bus rolled into the
station and dropped off passengers coming to Hesperus and picked up more
outbound passengers. Some of Drew's customers were regulars and would ask
about his mother's health and some were strangers just passing through or
headed to the nearby Army base. The regulars would often compliment Drew on
the excellent job he was doing running the newsstand while his mother was
home recovering from her battle with cancer.

Drew was not his usual cheery self, as noted by several of the
regulars. They assumed it was due to his mother's set backs in her recovery
from cancer. But it was something else altogether.

Drew was very mature for his age in some ways but also had led a mostly
sheltered life and was very immature sexually. He had some friends at
school but would go right to work after school with no time for play so
never picked up the school yard sex education that his peers enjoyed, such
that it was in the '50's. He was slow to reach puberty but it hit him all
at once. He noticed the changes in his body but assumed that was simply
growing up, unaware of the unseen changes taking place inside as well. He
did notice that his penis would occasionally chub up for no reason. His
rational was it was the way his penis would grow in size along with the
rest of his body. It would swell up and then return to it normal size,
presumably having grown slightly when returning to it's relaxed state. How
else could he explain it to himself. He had no one to talk to about these
things, his father being gone and none of his classmates close enough to
discuss such personal matters. He did have one close friend, Bernie
Thompson, but not close enough for this.

This particular morning he was upset because he assumed the swelling of his
penis was due to an infection, not a normal growth cycle. During the
previous night he was awoken by an unexpected and violent discharge of a
thick white substance from his penis, presumably puss from an
infection. That would explain everything. He had cut his toe once and it
got infected, it was swollen and when he pressed on it the puss squirted
out. Same as his penis. He certainly couldn't discuss this with his
mother. Too embarrassing. And his friend, Bernie? They were friends but in
the '50's subjects like this weren't talked about openly. Besides, what
could Bernie do about it?

One of the regulars who came for his morning coffee was Butch, a driver for
one of the bus companies. Butch was very friendly and outgoing and had made
friends with Drew quickly. It also made it easy to like Butch because he
reminded Drew very much of his father. He was about the same age, same
build and Drew always saw him in his bus drivers uniform.

	"Good morning, Drew. How are you this morning?" Butch asked as he
took the coffee from Drew's hand.

	"Ok, I suppose," Drew answered quietly.

	"Something wrong?"

Drew looked around to make sure no one was in hearing distance,

	"I have a problem and I don't know what to do about it," Drew
whispered.

	"Anything I can help with?"

	"I'm not sure,"

	"Care to tell me what your problem is?" Butch asked quietly as
well.

	"I have an infection in my penis," Drew said as his face turned
bright red.

	"Oh my! You too young to have a girlfriend so I surmise you've been
sitting on a dirty toilet seat?"

In those days it was commonly thought you could get a venereal disease from
sitting on a dirty toilet seat or kissing someone on the mouth that was
infected.

	"I don't know how I got it. But it swells up and last night a lot
of white puss came out," Drew confessed.

Butch tried hard not to laugh. The diagnosis of those symptoms was a
typical teenage wet dream. He wasn't sure if he should get into a
discussion of puberty with Drew so he just reassured him that it would take
care of itself and it was nothing to worry about.

	"But what if it happens while I'm here working? I die if that
happened."

Again, suppressing his laughter,

	"It may swell up occasionally but I'm sure there will be no
discharge during the day. That only happens at night," he told Drew.

	"So it will happen again?" Drew asked with panic in his voice.

	"It might but just clean it up and go back to sleep. You'll feel
better in the morning."

	"If you're sure."

	"I am. I have to go so I can keep on schedule. We'll talk again
when I have more time."

Later that week the salesman from the magazine distributor that supplied
the newsstand stopped by with a new magazine he wanted them to carry.

	"It's very popular and selling out at every location I place
it. Here, take a look," handing Drew a copy of the new magazine, 'Playboy'.

Drew looked at the cover then thumbed threw it quickly.

	"Holy hell, it's full of naked women!" Drew exclaimed.

	"That's what makes it so popular. But it's a men's magazine and you
shouldn't be looking at it. This is just a sample. The ones for sale will
come with a paper wrapper so no one can look at it until they buy it."

Drew suddenly panicked. His infection was acting up again and making his
penis swell. Fearing another release of puss, he readily accepted the stack
of magazines and promised to put them discreetly on display.

	"Good decision. You won't be sorry."

Soon Drew would find out how true that statement was. 'Playboy' would open
the door to the sexual knowledge he was so sorely lacking.

A lull in the arrivals and departures every afternoon gave Drew some time
to restock his supplies and straighten up from the morning rush. Today he
took a copy of the 'Playboy' magazine and started looking through
it. Afraid that someone would see him, he tucked the magazine under his arm
and retreated to the men's room. Once safely in one of the toilet stalls he
sat and opened the magazine. He hadn't gotten too far when his infection
acted up again. He was sitting on the toilet so if his penis leaked puss
again, it would simply drip harmlessly in the bowl. He came across the
'Forum' and the 'Letters' sections and began reading stories for other
readers about their sexual adventures. Reading between the lines gave him a
clue as to the real reason behind his infection. It wasn't an infection at
all, but a natural reaction to sexual stimulus. But there had to be
more. There was no stimulation that he knew of when it happened. He felt he
had stayed long enough and had to get back to the newsstand.

The next day he took the magazine and went to the men's room again. This
time he spent more time looking at the pictures. That definitely
contributed to his swelling problem. He was starting to understand the
cause and effect of beautiful women. Some of the men pictured with the
women also caught his attention. They were naked as well but not nearly as
much was exposed as the women.

Back at the newsstand he found he was spending more time watching the
people coming and going through the bus stop. The movement of people had
always been there but Drew only paid particular attention to his
customers. The people came in all shapes and size, some old, some young,
some middle age. Some of the women were dressed smartly, likely headed into
the city to go shopping for the day. Some were dressed very utilitarian,
making a trip for more practical reasons. Drew would try to imagine what
the women would look like naked. Would they look like the pictures in the
magazine, or better, or simply plain? When he saw a particularly attractive
woman he would feel his cock chub up. (Yes, he learned new names for his
penis) He would try to stop it from happening by looking at some of the men
instead of the women. But he would imagine them naked as well, comparing
them to the magazine pictures. This plan backfired sometimes when his
mind's image made his prick got even harder. Luckily the counter of the
newsstand was high enough that no one could see the bulge in his
pants. Despite the discomfort it caused him with his manhood jammed
awkwardly in his pants, he couldn't resist his new pastime.

During his new past time of people watching, Drew noticed a young boy,
probably a year or two younger than him, who would show up when a bus
arrived or shortly before one was about to depart. He would approach the
passengers and offer to help them with their luggage or anything he could
do to try and elicit a tip from them. When the crowd thinned out the boy
would disappear, only to return at the next round of activity. He didn't
seem to be with any adult and seemed quite young to be on his own. Of
course Drew was not one to judge that. He was thirteen and running the bus
stop on his own.

The young boy was shorted than Drew with a stocky build. Not fat, mind you,
but solid for his age. He had brown wavy hair, parted down the middle. A
chubby face and a button nose looking pale like he didn't spend a lot of
time outdoors.

Whenever the boy would show up, Drew used him as a convenient diversion
from looking at the adults and letting his imagination play games with
them. Watching this young lad had no affect of his libido what so ever and
gave his cock a chance to go soft. Eventually the boy caught Drew staring
at him more than a casual glance. This seemed to make the boy nervous so he
mingled into the crowd to be out of Drew's sight. But then he'd find a
generous traveler who wanted his services and he would have to emerge so he
could do what he could to earn his tip.

After a few days of this game, the young boy approached Drew at the
newsstand.

	"Hey kid, have you got anything to eat besides this candy?" the boy
asked with an attitude.

	"Not really. You're not the first person to ask that so maybe I'll
start to offer sandwiches or something," Drew replied.

	"I'm hungry and I don't want to wait for you to get around to it,"
and turned to walk away.

	"Hey, I've got a sandwich I brought for lunch but didn't eat
it. You're welcome to it if you want," Drew offered.

	"How much do you want for it," the boy asked, digging into his
pocket for his tip money.

	"No charge, you can have it."

	"I ain't no fucking charity case. I pay my way," the boy growled at
Drew.

	"I never said you were a charity case. I've seen you earning money
from the passengers," Drew replied in defense.

	"It ain't none of your business how I get my money. How much for
the sandwich?"

	"First of all, it is my business. My family owns this bus stop and
I run it for them. And second, I told you the sandwich is no charge. I'm
only going to throw it away anyway. Do you want it or not?" Drew asked as
he held out the sandwich for the boy.

	"Fine! I'll take it. If you're going to call the cops on me, I'll
be gone before they get here," he mumbled defiantly with a mouth full of
sandwich.

	"I'm not going to call the cops on you. I'm glad you offering to
help the passengers. Makes for good business, for you and for the bus
stop. What's you name?"

	"You don't need to know my name," turning once more to walk away.

	"Hold up. Do you want a soda to go with the sandwich?"

	"How much is the soda?"

	"It's a nickel. What flavor do you want?" Drew asked.

	"The sign says ten cents. I told you I ain't no charity case."

	"I'm running a special today. Soda is half price with every free
sandwich I give away," Drew smiled and picked up one of the nickels the boy
had placed on the counter.

The boy looked stone faced at Drew, showing no expression at all. He took
the soda and one last time turned and started to walk away. He took a few
steps and stopped. He turned his head and looked at Drew,

	"JR" and turned back.

	"JR? What that?" Drew questioned.

	"My name."  And off he walked to disappear again until the next
arrival.

Drew wasn't sure what the boy's story was. The way he devoured the sandwich
told Drew the boy hadn't had a meal in a while. Was he a runaway, homeless,
an orphan? Where was he living when he wasn't at the bus stop during the
day? He felt he should do something but he had no idea what. If he pressed
the boy for information, he'd likely move on to some other place and
possibly be in a worse situation. Maybe Drew could befriend the boy and
help him somehow. If he asked his mother, she would undoubtedly call the
police and then what would happen? Drew decided to just see how this played
out.

A few days had passed and Drew would now motion JR over to the newsstand
when he could catch his eye.

	"He JR, I have another sandwich I can't eat if you want it."

	"Still have the half priced soda deal?" he asked.

	"Of course."

	"Good he's two nickels so give me a candy bar too," JR bargained

	"Sure. Pick out the one you want."

JR picked his candy, took his soda and the sandwich and left. But not
before quietly saying thank you over his shoulder.

Drew was pleased that he was making some headway in penetrating the hard
shell JR had surrounded himself with. He still wished he knew more about
him.

A few more days had passed with similar encounters. Drew was trying to
catch JR's eye when he noticed two men in black suits come through the
front door. They both went towards the waiting area and were looking around
as if they were looking for someone. JR saw them and tried to blend in with
the people headed away from the waiting area. JR looked over his shoulder
and saw the men coming his way so he ducked behind the counter on the
newsstand and put his finger to his mouth for Drew to be quiet. One of the
men approached Drew and the other one continued to look around.

	"You work here, kid?" the man asked.

	"Yes sir, I do. Can I help you?"

	"You're kind of young to be working here by yourself, aren't you?"

	"My family owns this bus station and I manage it for my mother,"
Drew answered indignantly.

	"I'm looking for this kid, have you seen him?" throwing down a
poster with JR's picture at the top.

	"I'm not sure. We get a lot of people through here in the course of
a day. Is he wanted for something? Is he a criminal?" Drew inquired hoping
to find out more about JR.

	"Have you seen him or not?" growled the man.

	"It says he wanted and there is a reward. Sounds like a criminal to
me."

	"None of your business! Just tell me if you've seen him around here
or not." He yelled.

	"If I have seen him, do I get the reward?" Drew asked.

At that question, JR who was sitting on the floor behind the counter out of
sight, punched Drew in the thigh.

	"Ow!" Drew hollered.

	"What's your problem kid?" the man asked.

	"Just a leg cramp. I get them from standing here all day listening
to questions I don't have the answer to," Drew replied with attitude.

"Look, punk, before I come over the counter and whip your ass just tell me
what I want to know!"

"No, I haven't seen him," Drew answered rudely.

"You're sure? I'll share come of the reward money with you if I can find
him."

Drew picked up the poster again and studied it.

"You know, I think I saw him a couple of days ago," holding the poster up
so he was looking at it and looking towards the main door. "Yes, I'm pretty
sure it was him. I remember seeing him pick up a bus schedule off the floor
and look at it then run out the door towards the loading area. I thought it
was odd that he picked up a schedule off the floor when I had plenty here
for free. The way he ran out I guessed he wanted to catch a bus that was
ready to leave. Haven't seen him since." Drew fabricated a story to throw
them off JR's trail.

	"What day was that? What time? Any idea what bus he was trying to
board?" questions firing fast from the man.

	"It was two days ago. The only bus leaving around then was headed
to Durango."

	"Come on, Paul, we have to get to Durango fast," as he turned and
motioned for his partner to follow him.

	"What about my reward?" Drew asked.

	"We haven't caught the little son of a bitch yet," and they were
gone.

	"You can come out now, JR" Drew said as he extended his hand to
help him off the floor.

	"Thanks. But why did you do that? You might have gotten a reward?"
JR asked

	"I'm a pretty good judge of character and I didn't like them or
trust them. There is no way I was going to get any part of any reward from
them," Drew explained.

	"Still, you kind of took a chance lying to them. Suppose they find
out? If they are as bad as you think they are, won't they come back for
you?"

	"Nope, they are more interested in catching you and getting the
reward. Can I ask why you're being hunted, if it's not too personal?" Drew
asked timidly. He didn't want to pry but his curiosity had gotten the
better of him.

	"It's a long story."

	"I'm not going anywhere, and neither are you now," Drew laughed.

JR looked at him and grinned before turning serious again.

	"My father is super rich, I mean like ultra super rich. He feels a
need to control everything and everyone around him. My mother died giving
birth to me and my father never forgave me. Like I had anything to do with
it. But that's just the way he is. He resents my very presence and mostly
ignored me growing up. My nanny and the rest of the household staff
actually raised me. He would not allow me any pleasures and Christmas and
birthdays were ignored. I hated my life as much as he hated me. I had just
turned 16 . . ."

	"Wait? You're sixteen? I had you pegged at 12 years old at the
most."

	"That's the other curse of my life," JR snarled.

	"Sorry, but you're short and have a slight build. No offense
intended," Drew apologized.

	"It's not your fault. I was born premature and never really caught
up to where I should be, growth wise. Anyway, like I was saying, I had just
turned 16 and my father caught me with the gardener. He was furious and was
making arrangements to have me sent off to a year round boarding school,
also known as a prison for boys. I couldn't take it any more and ran away."
JR finished his story with a tear in his eye.

Drew didn't understand the meaning of 'being caught with the gardener'. He
thought JR was in trouble for talking to the staff.

	"He must not totally hate you if he sent those goons to bring you
home," Drew reasoned.

	"You don't understand, he doesn't want me home because he cares a
diddle about me, he just wants to be able to keep controlling my life and
sending me off to boarding school hell!"

	"That sucks."

	"You're telling me."

	"That wasn't such a long story. A horrible story, yes, but not so
long. I'm sorry I made you tell me. But I'm also glad you told me so I can
do whatever I can to help you," Drew told him.

	"You've already helped me more than you know. Not just saving me
from those guys but for not turning me in to the police as a run away and
letting me collect tips for carrying bags for your passengers."

	"You provide a service that enhances the bus stop. I see no reason
to make you quit. But I have to help you more than that. Where are you
sleeping? Being on your own and looking so young can be dangerous." Drew
showed his concern.

	"I have a place but I don't want to tell you any more. The less you
know, the better off you'll be. I've probably already said too much but
you're easy to talk to. It's nice to just be myself for a change and have
someone I can talk to," JR smiled at Drew.

	"You can be yourself with me any time. I enjoy your company," Drew
reached out to shake JR's hand.

Instead JR leaned in and hugged Drew, taking him totally by surprise. In
the back of his mind, JR was hoping maybe he could be himself with Drew
once they got to know one another better. Just then passengers starting
coming through the door.

	"Duty calls, I have to go. Can I come back later?"

	"Of course you can. I'd like that. I'll be here until 6:00," Drew
told him.

JR was smiling as he headed for the passengers. Not only had he avoided
being caught but also he had made a friend in Drew. Maybe more than a
friend if he played his cards right.

As JR headed back to the newsstand after most of the passengers had left
and he had a pocket full of change, Drew was serving a couple of cups of
coffee. JR was hungry and wanted to buy some candy with his earnings. Drew
was busy so he invited JR behind the counter to help himself. Reaching for
the candy, JR knocked the container with the wooden stirring sticks for the
coffee onto the floor.

	"Oh shit, I'm sorry, Drew. I'll pick them up," JR said as he bent
down to pick up the sticks.

	"You'll have to throw them out now that they have been on the
floor." Drew told him.

	"Damn, I'll pay for them," JR offered.

	"They're cheap, don't worry about it. I'll just get more from the
store room when I'm finished with the coffees," Drew said.

	"I'll get them for you," and JR ran off to the back of the
building.

Drew thought it was odd that he hadn't told JR where the storeroom was or
how to find them. He figured JR would be gone a long time trying to find
them but JR returned with a new box in just a few minutes.

	"Here you go, Drew," JR said out of breath. " I ran as fast as I
could to get them."

	"Pick out your candy. It's free for your reward for getting the
fresh box."

	"No, I owe you a reward for saving my butt earlier. I just haven't
figured out what your reward is going to be," JR said with a mischievous
grin.

Drew couldn't explain it but the smile on JR's face made his cock grow. (he
was no longer calling it a penis since he started reading the Playboy
magazine) He didn't want JR to notice the bulge in his pants so he excused
himself to go to the men's room. He walked briskly to the door and went
inside. He walked up to the urinal and unzipped is pants to pretend like he
was pissing. The touch of his hand on his chubbed up cock had the opposite
effect and made it get even stiffer. While he was trying to decide what to
do, one of the soldiers from the Army base came in and stood at the urinal
next to him. Drew was mortified but also curious. He glanced over at the
soldier's cock to see how big he was. The soldier caught him looking and
looked down at Drew's boner.

	"Nice piece of meat you've got there," the soldier looked up at
Drew and commented. "I sure hope a kid as young as you knows what to do a
weapon like that." The soldier finished pissing, slapped Drew on the
shoulder and walked out.

What did he mean? Drew knew what do to with his cock. He was trying to do
it now. You piss with it. What else would you do with it?

His cock finally relaxed and he returned to the newsstand. He and JR
cleaned up and closed it for the night.

	"Are you sure you have a safe place to sleep? You could always come
home with me. I live right next door and I'm sure my mother wouldn't mind<"
Drew offered.

	"No, I'm good. Besides, she'd ask too many questions. I'll see you
in the morning."

	"Ok, I'll be here by 6:00 to be ready for the fist bus."

Drew left and didn't look back to see where JR went. He felt he had
intruded enough on the boy's privacy for one day.

The next morning, Drew came in early. He had to make room in the storeroom
for a shipment of supplies coming in later in the day. He went back to the
storeroom and was about to move boxes around when he heard someone call his
name. It was a soft voice, barley audible but definitely calling out his
name over and over. He followed the sound and it was coming from what had
been his grandfather's bedroom at the very back of the storeroom. The door
was slightly ajar so Drew walked up to it quietly and looked in. JR was
lying naked on the bed that was left there, one hand on his cock and the
other around on his ass. He was moving is hand up and down while playing
with his ass with the other hand. His cock looked huge compared to his
own. He didn't realize that they were both about the same size, but on JR's
smaller physique it looked much larger.

	"Oh yeah, Drew, make me cum. I want you to make me shoot my load of
cum all over the place. Then I'll do the same for you," JR was mumbling to
himself.

Drew had no idea what he was doing or why. And why was JR calling out
Drew's name? Did he know Drew was outside the door and wanted him to come
in and help him in whatever it was he was up to? And what was it Drew as
supposed to help JR do?

Just then JR arched his back and frantically stroked his cock. His
breathing got faster and he was moving his body around. The hand on his ass
grabbed one cheek and squeezed it hard. Suddenly JR was spewing his hot
white cum high in the air, spurt after spurt, landing all over his upper
body.

	"Fuck, Drew, that was awesome. You make me cum so hard, better than
the gardener ever did."

Drew stood transfixed by what he was just witnessed. He didn't do anything
so why was JR saying he did? And what did the gardener have to do with all
this? Did JR have the same kind of infection that Drew had? Was he trying
to get rid of it by pulling on his cock?

Drew looked at JR's cock and it slowly lost its rigor. His foreskin slid up
and covered the head of his cock as his cock went soft and shrunk. Drew
didn't have any extra skin on his penis like that. Maybe it would grow
there when he got older, like JR. JR started to sit up so Drew retreated
quietly and quickly so he didn't get caught. He wasn't sure what it was all
about but he knew he shouldn't have been invading his privacy once again.

For the rest of the day Drew was fixated on looking at men's crotches and
trying to imagine how big their cocks were. He knew JR's was huge and his
got bigger at times but what about other guys? He had seen some of the
models in Playboy and assumed they must also be big to get the job as a
model. Several times he was caught looking down at a guy's crotch instead
of looking at their faces. Those guys just smiled and didn't make a big
deal of it.

Drew never said anything to JR about seeing him playing with his cock. He
still didn't totally understand it but no way was he going to ask. At the
end of the day they closed up together again and said good night. That
evening when Drew was taking his shower, his cock got hard as he thought
about JR. He was washing himself and his soapy hand felt so good on his
boner. It was giving him a feeling he hadn't experienced before. It was a
very pleasant feeling so he kept doing it, sliding his hand back and
forth. All the while he was thinking about JR doing the same thing that
morning. Before long he felt a strange feeling in his stomach and he got
scared, not knowing what this feeling was all about. He took his hand away
from his cock and rinsed off his body. It had felt good in a weird kind of
way but why? He tossed and turned all night, waking up with a stiff cock
every hour or so. He assumed he must have aggravated the infection
somehow. JR had done the same thing so maybe he could ask him about it.

Or maybe not?