The Bus Station

by Jonathan Perkins

Chapter 6

Drew woke up numerous times during the night, yelling for his mother, yelling about the fire, calling JR's name. Each time JR would immediately grab him and hug him tight, trying to calm him as best he could. The acrid smell of smoke from the fire filled JR's nostril as it wafted from Drew's body.

"Fuck!" Drew shouted as he bolted up in bed at 7:00 the next morning. "JR wake up, we have to call the hospital and check on my mother. Then we have to get over to the station."

JR still had Drew in an embrace when he sat up, throwing JR's arm to the side.

"Drew, we haven't gotten a call that your mom wasn't' okay so we have to assume to best. Let's go down stairs and call."

Drew jumped out of bed and ran to the kitchen phone. He was about to pick up the receiver when the phone rang. Drew froze thinking it had to be bad news. JR was just behind him and reached around to answer the phone.

"Yes, Mildred, we're both here."

Tears started to flow down Drew's cheeks.

"Oh my god, that's awesome. Thank you. See you when you get home. Drew! Your mom is fine. She and Mildred will be home later this morning," JR reported.

Drew hugged JR as the two of them rocked back and forth in each other's arms for several minutes.

"Let's get something to eat and a shower and then we can go over to the station," JR suggested.

"No, I want to go over there right now and see how bad the fire was. Will you come with me?"

"You couldn't leave me behind if you broke both my legs," JR responded.

The two of them headed out the back door. As they walked towards the station, JR reached over and took a hold of Drew's hand. Drew glanced at JR and smiled.

There were two firefighters and a truck stationed at the station, keeping anyone from getting too close or trying to go inside. A hose was on the ground, leaking a little water.

"Good morning boys," they were greeted.

"Good morning. Isn't the fire out? Drew asked looking at the hose.

"Just want to be prepared in case any hot spots flare up. We managed to save most of the building and don't want to take a chance. You have to stay back, though, I can't let you get any closer"

"We just want to check out the damage. It's important," Drew said.

"The state fire marshal is coming later this morning to try and determine what started the fire. It looks like it started at the counter area," they were told.

A chill went down Drew's back. Did he cause this? Did he leave the coffee warmer on and it overheated and started the fire. Was this is all his fault!

"Come on, Drew, there is nothing we can do here now. Let's go back to the house and have some breakfast and clean up", JR said as he pulled Drew's hand. "Will you let us know when the fire marshal gets here?" JR asked the firefighter.

"I'll come over myself and let you know."

Drew's guilt was weighing heavy on his mind. He kept looking back at the station as they walked towards the house. He stumbled a few times as he was looking back and walking forward.

"Come on Drew, they'll let us know when they find out anything," JR tried to console him.

"You don't understand JR, if it started near the counter, I may have left the coffee warmer on and started the fire. This is all my fault," tears starting again.

"You don't know that. Wait until they investigate and then we'll know for sure."

They got to the house and JR offered to get breakfast ready while Drew went to take a shower.

"I've been a total ass lately, JR. I was afraid I was losing you to Steve. It was stupid," Drew finally opened up.

"Damn you, Drew, I've told you we are together, no matter what. I love you and that's not going to change. There is no way I would do anything with Steve, or anyone else for that matter. If you're going to go crazy every time I enjoy someone else's company, you're going to be crazy most of the time. It's a good thing I like crazy people," JR laughed.

Drew smiled at JR and laughed with him. His mother was okay and coming home. JR was still in love with him. His life was starting to feel normal again.

"I know I have no right to ask, JR, but would you come and take a shower with me?" Drew asked timidly.

JR ran for the stairs shouting, "Last one in the shower had to clean the tub when we're done."

Drew stood for a minute smiling, took a deep breath and ran after JR. He went in the bathroom and JR was already undressed and running the water to get it hot. Drew undressed and joined JR. They held each other's shoulders, standing at arm's length apart, looking deep into each other eyes.

"I have missed you so much," Drew began. "If I ever act like such a jerk again, don't ask what's wrong, just give me a dope slap and tell me to grow up."

"We're going to grow up together so if I slap you, then you have to slap me," JR smirked.

Drew took one hand off JR's shoulder and gave him a gentle make-believe slap on the face.


They came in for a hug and a kiss.

"This is fun but we better hurry before your mom comes home and finds up messing around in the shower," JR warned.

"You're right. So let's get to it," as Drew grabbed JR's cock and started stroking him vigorously. JR responded in kind.

After a long delayed sperm shoot, the boys finished washing and drying off. They decided to be daring and walk downstairs naked. They were eating breakfast in the buff when someone knocked on the back door. They scrambled to run and get clothes.

"Hello, is anyone home? Fire Marshal calling," they heard as they came back downstairs.

"Yes, hello, come in," Drew yelled.

Drew offered him a chair but he said he couldn't stay. He just wanted to let Drew know the fire started in a waste can in the men's room, not in the counter area. Drew felt a wave or relief flow over him. JR slapped him on the back.

"See, I told you it wasn't your fault."

Then a new wave over took the relief. It was anger. Bernie and his ass fucking army friends started the fire! He didn't know how but somehow Bernie was going to make this right.

"You're free to go look around now if you want. Just be careful. You might be better off waiting until a demolition crew can come in and clear the area."

"A demolition crew? They're going to tear down the station?" Drew panicked.

"No, not the part that wasn't damaged, only the lobby and the counter area. Then you can begin to plan to rebuild."

The boys had finished eating when Mildred drove up ti the house with Elaine in the front seat. Drew ran to open the door and help his mother out and hugged her.

"Mom, I thought I had lost you. Aunt Mildred told us the doctors said you were ok, just a panic attack?"

"Yes, Drew, I am fine. That's more than I can say for the station," as she looked back at the burned ruins. "A lot of memories and a lot of history is buried in those ashes."

"Don't worry, we will rebuilt, bigger and better than before. A new station for a new generation of Sampsons," JR proclaimed.

"That's a nice thought, JR, but it will take a considerable amount of work and money to get that done. I don't think we have enough of either." Elaine said, looking at the building then back at JR.

"Drew and I will make sure it gets done somehow. It just has to. I've lost one home and I'm not about to lose another," JR said with resolve.

"People make a home, JR, not a building. You still have a home with us and always will," Elaine smiled and walked into the house.

Later that morning Drew heard the sound of heavy equipment coming into the parking lot. He and JR went out and were greeted by several huge dump trucks and a large excavator. The men got out and started to unload the excavator. The man in charge came over to the boys.

"Is your mother home? I was ordered by the town to tear down the burned section of the station and clear up the rubble. I want to extend my sympathy for her loss."

"She in the kitchen, I'll take you to her," JR offered.

Drew was watching the men working when Steve came running up to him.

"Damn, Drew, I so sorry about this. The place has been part of the town for ages," Steve said.

"What the fuck are you doing here?" Drew blurted out, not even acknowledging Steve's concern.

Drew immediately got his anger up. In his mind, this was partly Steve's fault. Hell, it was all Steve's fault. If Steve and his buddies were still getting sucked off by Bernie, then Bernie wouldn't have been in the men's room getting fucked and the army guys fucking him wouldn't have dropped a cigarette in the trash. It all made perfect sense to Drew. Another reason to keep his grudge with Steve alive.

"My father's construction company got called in by the town to demo the burned section of the building. I came along to see if I could help in any way." Steve explained.

"You've already done enough, haven't you?" Drew shot back.

Steve gave Drew a puzzled look and was about to say something as JR came up to them.

"Hey, Steve, what brings you here?"

"I was telling Drew that my father owns this company and is going to demo the burned part of the building."

"I was just in the kitchen with your father and Elaine. He said he is not going to charge her anything for this job. The station had been such an important part of the community for so many years, he wants to do whatever he can to help rebuild," JR explained.

Drew felt like an ass. To be honest, Steve had absolutely nothing to do with causing the fire. And now his father is working for free? Maybe it was time to let go of his angst towards Steve.

"I'm sorry about my comment, Steve. I'm just still in shock over this. You and your dad are really stand up guys to help like this," Drew apologized, extending his hand for a handshake.

Steve grabbed Drew's hand and pulled him in for a quick guy hug.

"Hey, that's what friends are for. We all have to stick together," Steve said.

JR had a huge smile on his face. It looks like Steve and Drew will be able to get along after all.

The rubble was cleared up and plans were made to rebuild. The insurance money wasn't going to cover the cost of replacing what burned, never mind making it bigger and better as JR was promised. The boys organized various fundraising events to raise more money but as successful as they were with the community support, there was still a long way to go. Butch had managed to locate a big circus style tent that would serve as temporary quarters for the waiting area. Drew set up a makeshift newsstand in one corner. The passengers were being taken care of but not in the fashion they were accustomed to.

A month had passed and progress was at a standstill until more money could be secured. Elaine had been talking to the local bank about a loan but they were hesitant to give a large loan to a woman recovering from cancer and two underage boys. Typical bank mentality.

Drew was unwrapping the bundle of morning papers when the headline stopped him I his tracks.

"Business tycoon dies of a sudden heart attack in his office"

Drew scanned the first paragraph for the name. Sure enough, it was Reginald Danforth, JR's father. A wave of emotion swept over him as he remembered getting the news of his father's death. It was a long time ago and Drew was young but the death his father hit him in the chest like a shotgun blast. He was wondering how he could break the news to JR gently. He took a copy of the paper over to the house to show his mother and seek her advice.

"Mom, JR's father died yesterday. It's right here in the headline of the morning paper. How are we going to tell JR?" Drew slumped down in a kitchen chair.

"Oh my, this is so sad. JR and his father never had a chance to reconcile. Now they never will. I feel so bad for JR," Elaine said as she continued to read the article.

JR walked down stairs and into the kitchen just then.

"Who's feeling sad for me?" JR asked.

Elaine and Drew both had looks on their faces that JR had never seen before.

"What's going on? Am I being kicked out?" JR asked, beginning to worry why the concern for him.

"Nothing like that." Drew said as his mother put down the paper.

"Well, what then?" JR asked,

"I let my mom tell you," and looked towards his mother.

Elaine put the paper down on the table and looked over at JR.

"Bad news in the morning paper?" JR asked.

"I'm afraid so, JR. Your father had a heart attack at work yesterday and didn't survive," she explained in a soft voice.

"My father is dead?" JR yelled as he lunged for the paper. Scanning it quickly he threw it back down on the table. "Bad news my ass!. This is a fucking red-letter day! The old son of a bitch is gone for good. May he rot in hell!" JR said as he jumped up and did a little dance around the table. "Pardon my language, Elaine, but this is the second happiest day of my life."

"I know it's a shock, but surely you must feel some remorse at your father's passing," Elaine commented.

"Yes, I am sorry. Sorry I wasn't there when he died to give him the middle finger and a proper send off. Maybe drop my pants and moon the bastard?" JR continued.

"JR! Please show some reverence for the dead," Elaine demanded.

"Sorry but I'm giving him as much respect as he deserves, nothing more, nothing less, nothing, period!"

"It says here in the article funeral services will be private as he was predeceased by his wife Abigail and a son, Reginald Danforth Jr. Oh my god, JR, they have you as being dead!" Elaine exclaimed.

"Fine by me. I've been dead to him for years so that's nothing new," JR said offhandedly.

"It says he is survived by a cousin, Molly Fletcher. Do you know her?"

"She's a distant cousin of my mother's. She would always come around at Christmas time looking for a hand out, claiming my mother always gave her a nice lump of cash at the holidays. The old man never gave her a cent and chased her away empty handed."

"Well not this time. If she is the only living heir and there is no will saying otherwise, she will end up with everything your father owned, the money, the houses, the business, everything," Elaine warned.

"That bitch doesn't deserve a penny but she'll try her best to steal it," JR gritted his teeth.

"The service is tomorrow morning. It's a two hour drive so we'll get started early."

"But it's private. We won't be able to get in, even if I wanted to," JR reminded her.

"Hey JR, this is my mother you talking about. Do you really think they can keep us out?" Drew pitched in, laughing.

"Good point." JR acknowledged.

"This afternoon we'll go get proper suits for both you boys. Mildred, can you handle the newsstand by yourself tomorrow?"

"I'd rather go and watch the fireworks," Mildred laughed, "but I stay and man the fort."

Elaine and the boys headed out early the next morning. They got to the funeral home and went to the door.

"I'm sorry, ma'am, this is a closed service," the attendant at the door told her.

"Look, there's the gold digger, sitting right in front of the casket, that's Molly," JR grumbled under his breath.

"I know full well it is a closed service but Mr. Danforth's son wants to pay his respects to his father," she said casually.

"His son died a while ago so I'm going to ask you to leave," he insisted.

A man in an expensive suit heard the commotion and came over.

"JR, is that you?" he asked in astonishment. "Your father had been telling everyone for the past six months that you were dead."

"And I've been telling everyone he is dead to me. Now, thankfully, its for real," JR spoke angrily. "But as you can see, I am not!"

The man looked at Elaine and Drew and was puzzled.

"I'm Wallace Cunningham, Mr Danforth's personal attorney. And you are?" he queried

Before Elaine could speak, JR interrupted.

"This is Elaine Sampson and her son Drew. They rescued me from the gates of Hell. They are the kindest and most generous people on the face of this Earth, exact opposites of my father. They took me in when I was abandoned and looked after me. "

The attorney was taken aback by the outburst.

"I'm pleased to meet you, Mrs. Sampson, Drew. Let's go in, the service is about to start. We can talk about all of this after."

Molly glared at JR, knowing she wasn't going to get the inheritance without a fight. JR ran off so she felt he didn't deserve it, any of it, she reasoned. Oh how wrong she was.

After a quick service, Attorney Cunningham invited Elaine and the boys over to his office. He explained that JR's father hadn't prepared a will, being so young and having made up his mind he was invincible. As the sole heir, according to Colorado law, JR would inherit everything. It would have to go through probate because there was no will and would take a while but it was his. Molly wouldn't be in line for anything. His father had referred to him as dead so the lawyer wanted JR to go to the police station and get his fingerprints taken to confirm his identity. Just a formality the lawyer assured him

"How long before I'll get access to the money?" JR asked the lawyer.

"It will be several months at the earliest," he told JR. "I know you're anxious to start spending some your inheritance," the lawyer chuckled.

JR explained to the lawyer why he wanted to get access to some of the money as soon as he could.

"Let's stop by the bank and chat with the manager," the lawyer suggested.

They entered the bank and walked over to the manager's desk.

"Well, if it isn't the Honorable Marvin Cunningham, Esg. To what do I owe the pleasure today?" the manager greeted them.

"Good day, Clint. I want to introduce you to JR, Mr Danforth's son."

"I thought his son had passed?"

"No, we just confirmed his identity and he is now the sole heir to the family estate. I'm sure you'll be doing business with him as soon as the estate clears probate," the lawyer told him.

"Well, glad to meet you JR. I look forward to a long and rewarding association together."

"Thank you, Mr . . .," JR looked down at the name plate on his desk, "Mr. Bradley."

Jr. extended his hand to shake with the manager.

"Oh, please, call me Clint," he offered.

"Thank you sir but I only address friends, family and people I know by their first name. For now Mr. Bradley will be fine," JR said with authority.

The manager was impressed and smiled and nodded his head.

"Well, anything I can do for you, just say he word," as he handed JR his business card.

"Actually, there is something you can do for the young man, Clint. He'd like an advance on his inheritance," the lawyer said.

"That's highly irregular but we might be able to make an exception. How much are we talking?"

"One hundred thousand dollars, sir," JR spoke up.

"WHAT? That's totally out of the question. I could never get permission to do that," the manager growled.

"Clint, I'm on the Board of Directors and I would hate to explain to them why JR decided to pull his millions from your bank once it has cleared probate," the lawyer warned.

"As a member of the board, you should be looking after the bank's interests. What happens if there is a problem with the probate?" Clint shot back.

"I am looking after the bank's interest, not wanting to loose millions in deposit accounts. But first and foremost I have to put my client's interest ahead of all else. So when can JR get the money transferred into a joint account with his name and my name on it as trustee?" the lawyer leaned forward and leaned on the desk glaring into Clint's face.

"This is highly irregular. I hope you know what you're doing, giving this young man that much money to go crazy on a shopping spree, new cars, girls, and who knows what else," the manager complained as he got busy writing up the paperwork. "The funds will be available tomorrow after 10: AM."

"He had told me what he wants to do with the money and I wholeheartedly agree with his intentions."

When they left the bank, JR saw Molly sitting in a car across the street from the bank. The lawyer noticed her as well.

"You know she is going to put up a fight, don't you," he asked JR.

"Yes, I'm sure she will. That's why I have the best lawyer this side of the Mississippi on my side," JR looked at the lawyer and grinned.

"I've put up with your father all these years so I'm sure she won't even make me break a sweat," the lawyer replied with a hearty laugh.

Drew and his mom had gotten some lunch while JR and the lawyer attended to business. On the way home, Drew noticed JR was unusually quiet, especially for someone who was going to inherit all his father's wealth. He didn't think JR was upset over his father's death but it may have hit him more than he wanted to let on. Drew tried to engage him in small talk but JR only responded with one-word answers, if he answered at all.

When they arrived home, JR saw Butch's bus parked outside the station.

"I'll be right back," he told Drew as he sped off to catch Butch.

"Butch, I need some advice. I want to get even with someone and was hoping you could help me.," he started.

"I don't know how I could help," Butch answered, not knowing what JR had in mind. "You father passed away so you can't be trying to get even with him. My condolences, by the way. Who are you planning on getting even with?"

"Even if he was still alive, I wouldn't waste my time on that son of a bitch. No, I want to get even with Drew and his mother."

"WHAT! They took you in and have been so generous with you. What ever could they have done for you to want to hurt them?" Butch shouted as he advanced towards JR with his hands on his hips.

"Not that kind of 'get even' for Christ's sake. I want to try and pay them back for everything they have done for me. It's the very least I can do," JR clarified.

"Oh," Butch said as he relaxed his stance. "What do you have in mind?"

"I have gotten an advance on my inheritance and want to spend it on the new station, bigger and better than before," JR proudly announced.

"That's a nice gesture but it will cost a lot of money to just rebuild it to he way it was before, let alone expand it and improve it," Butch cautioned him.

"I have an advance of $100,000 to put towards it and want to spend every penny of it. I can probably more if needed. When my inheritance clears probate in about six months, then I will have access to more money than we could ever spend."

"Wow! That will go along way to build it back bigger and better. But how can I help. I'm just a bus driver," Butch reminded JR.

"But you know everyone in five counties. We need an architect, a general contractor, permits and paperwork, a whole lot of stuff I don't know anything about. I was hoping you would know the right people to work with."

"Why don't you just ask Elaine? It's her station and she would know whom to contact about these things," Butch told him.

"I'm going to try and keep it a secret. If she finds out too soon she'll put a stop to it. You know her, she'll think it's too much and won't accept my money."

"You've got that right, she is a proud and independent woman. And she would be right. You're talking about more money than most folks around here earn in ten years. Are you sure you want to do this?"

"Absolutely. I didn't have two cents to my name when I first got to the station, no home, no family and no future. Elaine and Drew gave me all of that without asking anything is return. So now it's payback time, in a good way of course," JR insisted.

"Okay, but if it gets me on Elaine's bad side for doing this, you'll be in a heap of trouble with me as well as her," Butch joked.

"Great. The first thing is to find a top-notch architect who can draw up some plans and a project proposal. I'll get a list of ideas to incorporate into the new design. Once we have that done and present it to Elaine, the ball will rolling and she won't be able to stop it."

"Elaine? Unable to stop something she doesn't agree with? You don't know her as well as you think you know her. But I'll make some calls and see who I can find."

"Thanks. Give me a couple of days notice when you need any money and I'll contact the lawyer and have him send it right away."

JR returned to the house with a smile on his face. All through supper that night he looked like the cat that ate the canary. He wanted to tell Elaine what he had cooked up but knew the timing had to be right for her to accept his gift. They all sat in the living room after supper and watched TV. JR's mood slowly deteriorated from bubbly to morose. Eventually he excused himself and went up stairs and got into bed. Drew came up to see what was wrong.

"JR are you feeling ok?" Drew asked. "I know you hate your father but it's still normal to feel sad about him dying."

"It's not that, well it kind of is. A few weeks ago everything was perfect in my life. I had a family, I had someone I loved and a home. Then you drifted away, the station burned and then my father died leaving me a shit load of money and headaches. None of it was my fault or anything I had any control over. I'm scared about what will come next. I'm afraid all that money will turn me into an asshole like my father," JR confessed.

"That's the way life is. Shit happens and we have to deal with it as best we can. You will never be like you father, you're too good of a person. But no matter what happens, you and I will face it together," Drew reassured him.

"I hope so. I want the next big change in my life to involve you and only you."

"Sure, you know I'm here for you. What are you thinking?"

"Remember we talked about making love, going all the way, but neither one of us were ready yet. Well, I'm ready. I want you to be the one to take my virginity. I want to do this before anything else happens to screw up our lives. Will you do this for me?" JR asked as he cuddled tight to Drew.

"It's been on my mind ever since we talked about it. I want to share this experience with you, no one but you but I'm not sure if I'm ready," Drew revealed.

"I understand."

"No, you don't. The night of the fire at the station I had gone over to clean up and lock up for the night. I heard noises in the men's room and came across two guys fucking in one of the stalls. I crept up and peeked through the crack in the door and although I couldn't see everything, I saw enough. I got so aroused that I took out my cock and was jerking off, all the while fantasizing it was you and I in that stall instead of them. I shot the biggest load ever. But then I felt dirty and embarrassed about watching them and what they were doing," Drew confessed.

" I can wait until you're ready," a disappointed JR said quietly.

"It's not that I don't want to, I do. I just have to wrap my head around it. I'm sorry."

"Don't be sorry. If you do it before you're ready it won't be enjoyable for either one of us. You just let me know when you're ready. I'll be here," JR said. Then he kissed Drew, gave him a hug and cuddled up to go to sleep.

JR fell asleep quickly, leaving Drew to lay awake and think about JR's proposal. Watching Bernie get fucked had aroused him and he did have a massive orgasm. In his mind it was he and JR fucking, not Bernie and some random stranger though. Drew noticed his cock had chubbed up thinking about all of this.

Drew slid quietly out of bed and went downstairs to ask his mother if she and Mildred would take care of the station in the morning so he and JR could sleep in. There wasn't much to do other than make coffee at their make shift counter they had set up in a tent. It was crude but the passengers understood.

"Of course, Drew, that would be no problem," she told him. "Is JR's father's death finally catching up with him?"

"I'm not sure. He put his head on the pillow and went right to sleep. He is just exhausted from everything today. Some extra time in bed will do him some good," Drew replied, not letting on what the extra time in bed would entail.

Drew was the first one to wake up the next morning. He lay cuddled next to JR, watching JR's chest rise and fall with each breath. He looked so peaceful yet so desirable. His hair all tussled from sleeping on it, his smooth upper body and his tight bubble ass, lying bare and exposed. Drew didn't want to wake him so he just kept still, letting the desire build for what was to come.

Finally JR moved, stretched and opened his eyes, looking at Drew and smiling..

"Morning, cutie," JR said, leaning over to kiss Drew.

"Good morning to you."

"What time is it? We must be late to get to the station," JR started to get up.

"I asked Mom and Mildred to cover for us this morning so we wouldn't have to get up so early," Drew informed him.

"Looks like you got up early anyway," JR observed as he looked down at Drew's morning boner.

"It would be difficult to make love to you if it was soft, don't you think?" Drew smirked.

"You mean . . .?" JR perked up.

"Yes I do. I thought about this a lot last night after you went to sleep. If you're still ready, so am I."

JR rolled on top of Drew and smothered him with kisses, rubbing their bodies and stiff cocks together. From quick and fast wet kisses all over his face and neck to a long and passionate kiss with lots of tongue. Drew's hands rubbed up and down JR's back before landing on his ass cheeks, kneading them and pulling their bodies tightly together. JR began to writhe and wiggle causing their cocks to rub against each other's stomachs. The time had come for their passion to take it to the next level.

"I saw the two guys going at it in the men's room but I have no idea how to do this," Drew confessed.

"It's easy. Insert cock, thrust, repeat if necessary," JR giggled.

"You're an ass!" Drew threw back at him.

"Yes I am, an ass waiting for a stiff cock. First thing is to lube up."

Drew rolled to his side and reached for his pants on the floor. He pulled a tube of lube from his pocket and then rolled back to Drew.

"I bought this yesterday while we were in town. Let me lube you up and then you can do me."

JR squeezed some lube out of the tube and cupped his hand around Drew's hard cock, sliding up and down to coat it completely. Then he squeezed some into Drew's hand and rolled over away from him. Drew spread JR's cheeks and smeared the lube between his crack, pressing gently on his hole.

"Make sure to get some inside. That way you can loosen me up while you do," JR advised.

Drew slowly put more pressure on JR's hole and slid a finger inside. He felt JR's muscle tighten around his finger as he pressed on.

"Let me know if I hurt you. I'm trying to be careful."

"You're doing just fine. Work me a little more and see if you can get two fingers inside"

Drew kept massaging and pushing his finger in and out, wiggling around side to side to loosen him up. As he pulled almost all the way out he presses back in with a second finger. JR inhaled quickly and his ass muscle tightened up again. Drew stayed still until he felt it relax.

"Oh man, you're getting me so horny right now. I want you to take my cherry," JR moaned.

"How are we going to do this? What position do you want to be in?" Drew asked.

"I want you to be on top of me so we have as much body contact as possible. I want to feel the weight of your body as you impale me."

JR rolled on his stomach and placed the pillows under him to raise his ass up as much as possible. Drew stroked his leaking cock a few times to make sure he was as hard as he could be. He positioned himself on his knees behind JR and slowly lowered himself onto JR's back. He kissed JR's neck and ears, asking if he was doing it right.

"This is perfect. Only one more thing to make it better," JR cooed while reaching his hands back to touch Drew.

Drew's cock was resting in JR's crack as he began to hump up and down. Drew knew if he did this too long that he would shoot his load before he got inside. He reached between their bodies and took hold of his cock to line it up with JR's hole. He moved it up and down until he felt his target. He put some pressure on JR's hole but he meet with so much resistance he wasn't going in.

"Just stay still and let me push back onto you," JR suggested as he pushed out on his muscles. He felt the tip of Drew's cock start to enter him. "Okay, I'm going to wait until I can get more in so don't move, ok?"

"I'll do what ever you ask, just tell me."

Drew felt JR's sphincter loosen and his cock go a little deeper before encountering more resistance. JR inhaled quickly a few times and Drew could feel his body tighten.

"I'm hurting you aren't I. Maybe we should stop," Drew said nervously.

"There is always a little pain before the pleasure I'm told. If you stop now I won't get to the pleasure part," JR said with clenched teeth. "We just have to take it slowly."

Drew kissed JR's neck and ears and his cheeks trying to distract him from the discomfort of his ass being penetrated for the first time. It worked as he felt JR's ass loosen up its grip on the invader.

"Move up a little and slowly push in. The worst is over now."

Drew did as he was told and moved up so he could enter ever so slowly, a millimeter at a time. Finally he was all the way in, his ball sack resting up against JR's perineum. Drew could never have imagined the feeling of having his cock inside JR. It was tight, it was warm and he felt like he was an appendage of JR's body. He assumed it would be like having his cock in JR's mouth when they were sucking each other. But this was totally different and so much better. His arms were at JR's side, his hands on his shoulders, gripping his and hold him as tight as he could. There was no thought so this being perverted or disgusting or bad. This was love personified.

Drew felt JR move underneath him, a slight movement to get himself more comfortable.

"It's show time!" JR declared as he wiggled his butt. "Start slow but I want you to make my first time memorable."

"It already is," Drew whispered as he began to slowly withdraw and then push back in.

Drew didn't want to get too aggressive. He didn't want to hurt JR but just as importantly he wanted this to last as long as possible. The feeling was so over whelming he knew he would cum too soon if he wasn't patient. He developed a nice easy rhythm, trying not to let his little head take over control from his big head. Drew was move around underneath him, squirming and contracting and relaxing his ass muscles in sync with Drew's thrusts.

"Oh fuck yeah! The pain is gone and pleasure is here. Fuck me hard, Drew, give me all you've got!" JR shouted out.

Drew dug his toes into the bed and every second or third thrust he pushed as deep and hard as he could, mashing his balls up against JR's crotch. Drew felt the telltale signs of his impending orgasm. Several more deep thrusts and he stayed in deep as his cock unloaded shot after shot of cum deep in JR's bowels. After what seemed like thirty or forty spurts of cum (in actuality more like seven or eight) Drew lay quiet and exhausted on JR's back.

"I'll move in a minute. I just have to catch my breath," Drew said in a halting sentence.

"Stay right where you are. I want to remember this moment forever. I'm in no rush for it to end," JR murmured.

After a few more minutes of after orgasm euphoria, they decoupled and lay side by side.

"Thank you, Drew, that was fantastic!"

"No, thank you JR. This was so much better than watching. It actually meant something special doing it with you, your first time and the next and the next and for as long as you want to do it."

"I'm glad I waited. Are you done waiting yet?" JR asked.

"I'm not sure I'm ready but it won't be long. And it will definitely be with you and no one else. But I'm good with this," as Drew bend over and took JR's cock in his mouth.

"You don't have too, I'm good."

"I know you're good. I don't have to, I want to," Drew mumbled with a mouthful of cock, sucking JR to a bed shaking climax in short order. .

The boys having finished satisfying each other took showers and ate a quick breakfast then headed over to the station.

"Well boys, it looks like staying in bed certainly improved your mood," Elaine commented as the boys approached her with giddy smiles on their faces. "You might have to stay in bed more often," she offered, then added with a grin, "with each other."

Both boys face turned bright red but neither one turned down her offer.

"I'm all for that," JR said, followed by Drew nodding in total agreement.

"By the way, an architect stopped by this morning looking for Butch. You boys wouldn't know anything about that, would you?" Elaine queried giving them her look that meant she knew something was going on.

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