MR. NATURAL

Part 2 - A Roadside Delay

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Bob woke with a start as the bus lurched to a stop.� Peering out the window, he saw that they had stopped near another small town.� He also noticed that the eastern sky was brightening with early morning light. It was curious, though.� The bus seemed to be simply parked alongside the highway, a block or so from the one-horse town itself, rather than at a bus station.� The driver exited the bus.

As much as he wanted to suck the kid again or have the kid suck him, Bob knew that with the breaking dawn that they needed to put their clothes back on while they still had a chance of doing so undetected.� Looking back down the aisle, he saw that everything was quiet and that the coast was clear.� Reaching down at his feet, he picked up his shorts and slipped them on.� He then woke Johnny, who even with Bob's help, sleepily struggled with� his tangled up shorts. Bob sorted out the shorts from the underwear and helped Johnny back into his shorts.�

"What about my underwear?" the boy asked.

"Don't worry about that," Bob said, "let's just get your shorts back on...� There, you're decent."

Cracking a little joke he added, "Decent for them, but not decent for me."� Johnny, not understanding the joke, gave Bob a curious look.

With a playful squeeze of the boy's crotch Bob added, "If it was up to me, I'd just keep you naked."

Johnny shrugged and tried to go back to sleep, but sleep didn't come easily, as it felt funny not wearing underwear under his shorts and it was getting rather stuffy in the bus.� Bob noticed the growing staleness of the air too, but didn't give it too much thought, as he was mostly curious about where the bus driver had gone and rather than just sitting there, why weren't they traveling down the road?� The� minutes ticked by and still no driver.� Not only that, it was now getting even more uncomfortable.� Bob noticed the grumblings from the back and saw that folks were moving about.���

After a long while the driver returned.� Bob was about to get up and ask what the problem was, but the driver, addressing the entire bus, announced, "Can I have your attention?� Sorry for the delay, but we have a mechanical problem and we'll be here for a while.� I called the company and they are going to hot shot a mechanic and parts out here.� He's got a long drive, so it will be at least until noon before he gets here and fixes the bus."

"Can you put the air conditioning on?"� whined a old lady from somewhere in the back.

"I'm sorry, Ma'am, but no.� The alternator went out and we have no electric power.� We're lucky we made it to this town.

"Now, you can stay on the bus, or you can get out, maybe get some breakfast, maybe do some shopping at the feed and seed store.� There's not much here, folks, but there are a couple of diners and a convenience store."

There was considerable grumbling in the back and lots of questions, some stupid, some not.� The driver did his best to respectfully answer each question put to him.

Taking stock of the situation, Bob weighed his options.� Sit and sweat or get out and walk around until it was too hot to do that.� He opted for the later, as it at least gave him the opportunity to get a bite to eat.� He still had some food and water, but he knew he'd might need that once the bus started rolling again.

"Well, my friend, put on your shoes," Bob instructed his boy,� "we're going for a walk."� He slipped on his own sandals and waited for Johnny to get his shoes and socks on.� Meanwhile, everyone else began filing past him and exiting the bus.�

Johnny was mightily confounded with the knots in his shoe laces, plus the fact that he couldn't find one of his socks.� Again Bob came to his assistance, by working on the devilish knots.� Even after he'd untied both knots, Johnny was still looking for the missing sock.

"Fuck the socks," Bob told the ten-year-old boy.� "Just put your shoes on without them."

"But my mama never lets me do that," he replied.

"Is your mama here?� Just put on your fucking shoes and let's go.� I'm starved."

"Okay," Johnny replied, wondering why it was okay for adults, like Mr. Natural or his dad, to use words like fuck and fucking, but not kids like himself.� A moment later and with his shoes more or less tied, he was ready to go.

"Hey, those are mine," stated the boy as he watched Bob stuff is tightie-whities in his knap sack.

"Can't just leave them lying on the floor, can we? Someone might see them," explained Bob as he tucked away the knapsack with his trophy.

It was a relief to be out of the stuffy bus.� They followed behind the other passengers toward town.� Approaching the first diner, the other passengers all filed in at once, overwhelming the limited staff.� Across the street Bob noticed the other diner in town.� No one was there other than a few locals.

"Come on," he told Johnny and pointing to the near empty diner, "We'll eat over there."

Once inside and looking at a menu, Johnny revealed that he had a problem.� "Uh, I don't have any money."

"Your mother put you on a cross country bus trip and didn't give you any money?"

"She did, but it's in the bus... in my backpack."

Bob smiled at the concerned boy.� "Don't worry about it.� My treat.� Order whatever you like."

"Can I have waffles?"

"Sure."

"With pecans?"

"With pecans.� Bacon too if you want it."

"Really?"

"Yes, really.� Order what you want.� Me, I'm having the steak and eggs."

The waitress came up and took their orders.� "And what will you have to drink?" she asked.

"I'll have coffee. Black.� How about you, son?"�

Johnny hesitated.� "How about chocolate milk?" Bob suggested.

"Can I?"

"Of course you can!

"Bring him a large chocolate milk. Oh, and add a scoop of chocolate ice cream."�

Johnny's eyes grew big.� His mother never let him order whatever he wanted and never allowed him anything but plain milk.� Not only was he getting chocolate milk, but chocolate milk with chocolate ice cream!� Who'd ever heard of such a thing?

Seeing the boy's excitement, a huge smile came across the waitress' face.� "You're a lucky boy to have a grandfather like this."

Johnny was about to correct her, but Bob quipped, "Yes, he is!" bringing a laugh from her and effectively silencing the boy.

Once the waitress left to turn in the orders, Johnny leaned over the table and quietly said, "I need to go the bathroom."

"To piss or to shit?" inquired Bob indelicately.

Johnny was shocked by Bob's choice of words..� "Uh, number two," the boy answered quietly.

"Well, don't just sit there, son, go take a dump.� You've got a few minutes before our order comes out."

Taking heed, Johnny headed straight to the bathroom keenly aware of the pressure that had suddenly manifested itself.� He had felt the need to go from the moment they had stepped off the bus, but things were now critical.

With his rectum slippery from the lube still up his ass, Johnny had no problem in relieving himself, the force of which surprised him. �His bowels evacuated cleanly and very quickly. He washed his hands like he'd been taught to do and returned to the table just as the food was served.

While he chewed on his overcooked and tough steak, Bob watched the boy relishing his pecan waffle and his thick chocolate milk laden with ice cream.� The boy appeared to be very happy and not at all concerned with what had taken place in the dark of night on the bus.�

Bob paid the bill and took Johnny next door to a no-name combination gas station and convenience store.� He was in luck when he spied a rack of comic books.� "Would you like a comic book or two for the trip?" he asked Johnny.

Johnny's already contented face brightened at the prospect.� "Can I?" he eagerly asked.

"Sure. It's going to be a long day.� Go pick out two or three."

"Two or three! Gee thanks, Mr. Natural!"�

While the boy made his selection, Bob gathered up a couple of bottles of water with squirt tops and selected a handful of candy bars for the road.� With their purchases in hand, they stepped out into the bright morning light.� It was already getting a bit warm and promised to be very hot day.� Across the street Bob spied an old motel, a rundown relic from the 1950s.� "Rooms $19.99," read the sign under the weather beaten marquee.� "Perfect!" Bob said out loud.� Hearing the remark, Johnny looked up questioningly.

"You know, Johnny," Bob began.� "We have hours until the fucking bus is fixed, no place to go and it's already getting hot.� How about if we go over there, rent a room for few hours, get comfortable and have a little fun?"

Johnny, not being a dumb kid, realized what Bob was suggesting. He wanted to get naked again and do nasty things.� "Okay," he replied with a sheepish grin.

"Excellent!" Come on, let's go."

The manager was none too happy to be disturbed that early in the morning, but a customer was a customer.� "Check out is at 11 AM," he said.� "You have an ID?� License plate number?"

Pointing back towards the bus Bob replied, "We're on a bus that broke down, just up the road. �I'm afraid I left my driver's license on the bus."

Pushing the twenty dollar bill towards the manager he added, "We just need to freshen up and take a little nap." Without further ado, the manager took the twenty dollar bill and handed Bob a well worn key.

The room was pretty much as Bob expected it to be.� Worn carpet, cheap furniture, peeling paint, mismatched sheets and reeking of stale cigarette smoke.� Still, it had the essential features he needed;� a bed and privacy.� Setting down his recent purchases and his knapsack, Bob kicked off his sandals and announced. "I need a shower in the worse way.� How about it, son?� Want to join me?"

Johnny couldn't remember ever in his life taking a bath or a shower with another person.� It just wasn't done.� Before he could formulate an answer, Bob had already stripped off his Hawaiian shirt and had pushed his shorts to his feet.� For the first time, Johnny could actually see, unhindered, the stocky man in the nude.

"Come on, Johnny, get comfortable. We only have a few hours to play."

Knowing that he was there to "get comfortable" and to "play", as Bob put it, Johnny pulled his t-shirt over his head, and kicked off his sneakers.� Placing his thumbs in the elastic waistband of his shorts, he began to push them down.

"Wait!" Bob said as he stepped up to the boy.� Pushing the boy's hands away he said, "Let me do the honors!"

Bob relished the moment.� Kneeling, he pulled the shorts down and off, rendering the complacent boy as naked as the day he was born.� Face to face with the object of his desire, Bob leaned forward, kissed the kid's cute little pecker and gripping the boy by his bare ass cheeks, took him into his mouth.

For a good long minute, Bob savored the incredibly smooth immature pecker, thrilling in the feel of it quickly hardening in his mouth and on his tongue.� He let it slip from between his lips, noisily slurred it back in and let it slip out again.� Rocking back, he admired his play toy.� He loved sucking dicks, especially young dicks like this.� It was something he never grew tired of.

Looking up, he saw the boy looking down on him with an expression of wonder.�

"Now, how about a shower?" Bob asked.� "I'll let you wash my dick."

The bathroom was as basic and threadbare as the rest of the seedy room.� The tub shower was grimy looking and rust stained, the tile grout blackened with mold.� Still, it was good enough, even if it lacked shampoo. Bob adjusted the water temperature and directed Johnny to get in.� Then following the naked kid, he stepped into the hot spray.� Taking the soap in hand, he began wash the boy with his bare hands, covering every square inch of bare hairless skin, taking generous liberties with whatever he wished and spending considerable time between the kid's firm ass cheeks. Satisfied that the boy was squeaky clean, he handed the soap to Johnny and enjoyed the unrestrained attention of the boy's hands.� Following Bob's lead, the boy lavished soapy attention between the man's hairy butt cheeks and on his anus.� For Johnny, such unfettered access to another person's most private places was a new and exciting experience.

Bob immensely enjoyed having the kid's small fingers probing into his ass, fondling his balls and stroking his dick. He was mildly disappointed that the kid didn't suck his dick, but no matter, he knew that very soon Johnny would be doing just that.

Using the single threadbare towel provided, Bob damp dried them both.� Discarding the near useless towel on the wet floor, Bob rubbed Johnny's short wet hair and asked, "You ready for some real fun?"� Johnny nodded with a grin.� "Then let's go to bed and fuck," the emphasis falling upon the last word.

Now Johnny had heard the word "fuck" many times at school, and had heard his dad using the word when angry about something, but like his peers, he really didn't know what it meant.� He only knew that it was a bad word that you never used around an adult.� Yet an adult was now using it with him and now he knew it had something to do, as Mr. Natural put it, with "playing", playing naughty� games in the nude. Wondering what new game Mr. Natural had in mind, Johnny followed his mentor back into the main room, watching with great interest the flexing of the big man's hairy ass cheeks.��

Bob flopped down on the overly springy bed, face up and spreading his legs.� Gripping and lewdly shaking his dick he told Johnny, "Come suck my dick, boy!"�

Without hesitating, Johnny crawled between the outstretched legs of the older man.� Taking a moment to study the plump nude body before him, Johnny took the semi-hardened cock from Bob.� Running one hand over the cock and stroking the hairy ball sack below with the other, Johnny felt the mature cock fully harden in his hand.�

Bob allowed the boy to explore and study his body and offered no further suggestions or orders. He closely watched Johnny's expressions as he played with his now seeping erection.

Johnny saw the clear bead of liquid form at the tip of the dick.� He touched it briefly with a finger tip and then observed how it stretched an inch or so, before it broke.� Remembering the taste from last night, he touched his wet finger tip and tasted the salty treat.� Another bead quickly formed and Johnny touched that too and brought it to his lips.� He smiled and lowered his head.

"Oh, fuck, yeah, kid," Bob groaned as the ten-year-old sex-novice slid his lips over the fat cock crown.

With the large cock in his mouth once more, Johnny vividly remembered what he'd done with Mr. Natural the night before.� That was wicked, he thought.� Dirty and wicked.� What he was doing now was dirty and wicked too, but like last night, it was fun... dirty fun. Best of all, unlike last night in the dark bus, he could clearly see everything and it was now perfectly safe to do whatever naughty thing he and Mr. Natural wanted to do together without any danger of getting caught doing it.

He did his best to follow his mentor's instructions and example, sliding his lips along the turgid shaft with just the right amount of gentle suction and moving his tongue along the thick cock tube, across the smooth cock crown and teasing the little flap of skin at the juncture of the cock tube and cock rim. In return, Johnny was rewarded with the continuous seepage of tasty pre-cum from Bob's big prick. Even as he eagerly sucked the man's cock, he wasn't so sure that he wanted to again taste and swallow the thick ejaculate that Mr. Natural had steadfastly contended was good to drink and good for him too.

Bob was lying back, passively enjoying letting the young boy blow him.� The kid was getting better, he thought, much better. 'Practice makes perfect,' he said to himself with a satisfied smile. As he had other plans for his next load of spermy cum, it took all his willpower to push the boy off his dick when he felt his orgasm begin to build.

"Your turn," he announced and rolled the boy onto his back.� Immediately Bob went down on his play-toy boy again.� The first suck was just a preliminary warm up for his grand plan.� Now he earnestly sought to make the boy cum with his mouth, a task made all the easier with the inexperienced kid's near hair trigger.

Swept away in this newfound salacious pleasure, Johnny moaned loudly and automatically pumped his hips up towards the pleasuring mouth. Soon delightful sensations were signaling the imminent� beginnings of a climatic event, an event that was all but unknown to him a few hours before, but one which he now yearned for. He cried out as the orgasmic wave swept over him.

Not giving the boy a chance to recover, Bob flipped him over and stuffed a pillow under his hips.� The smooth backside of the boy was a beautiful sight for Bob to behold and he wasted no time in peeling apart the two hairless globes and burying his bearded face into the fleshy valley. His tongue shot forth and licked across the pink and brown wrinkled rosette.� Fresh from a bath, there were no pungent odors or unpleasant tastes.

Only partially recovered, Johnny's eyes shot wide open at the feel of the tongue lapping at his asshole.� This was the dirtiest and vilest thing they had done yet!� But it also felt good. Good, just like all the other dirty things he'd experienced since boarding the bus to Grandma's.� He made no effort to fight or resist the dirty play, choosing instead to enjoy the lurid act of analingus.

When the anal licking stopped, Johnny lay passively waiting.� He only had a moment to wait before he felt the fingers and cold wetness upon the entrance to his bowels. He adjusted himself to spread his buttocks apart as best he could as a welcoming gesture to the anal play.� The fingers departed and he felt the older male wedge himself between his legs.� Hands lifted him slightly by the hips.� Johnny adjusted his knees to keep the position.� He felt fat thumbs spreading his ass cheeks apart, and moments later he felt something relatively broad nestle between his ass cheeks and then press against his hole.� The pressure increased and then it happened.� His asshole opened and the wedge shaped working end of Bob's penis pushed into him, stretching his virgin asshole like never before.�

Like last night and the first time his asshole was penetrated by Bob's thick finger, the intrusion felt very uncomfortable at first.� In fact it hurt! "Owwwww!!!!" the anal-virgin hollered.

"Shhhhh!!!!� Shhhhhh!� I know it hurts, but it will stop, I promise," Bob soothed.� "Just give it a minute and then we can really fuck."

Johnny had a moment of clarity.� The man was going to shove his big fat prick up his ass.� That's what the word "fuck" meant and he was about to be fucked. He wasn't so sure that he wanted to be fucked, but what could he do?� Mr. Natural's dick was already lodged in his asshole.�

"It hurts," he protested in hopes that the cock would be dislodged.� It wasn't.

"Just give it a minute," Bob told him. "Trust me, it will feel better in a minute."

A minute later, it didn't feel any better.� But to his relief, it was withdrawn, but only long enough for Bob to squeeze some more lube onto the head and then it was back, pressing into him, forcing his anus open.� Then it happened.� The head suddenly popped in and lodged firmly behind Johnny's anal ring. It still hurt, but not nearly as bad as before.�

Bob remained still, allowing the boy's anus to adjust to his girth.� After a minute he pushed it in a little deeper.� Johnny grunted, but it wasn't terribly painful. After pausing for a moment, Bob pushed another half inch of dick up the kid's ass and again Johnny grunted.

"Are you okay?" he asked the boy.

Johnny felt full, but it really didn't hurt so much anymore.� "Yeah, I'm okay," he whispered breathlessly.�

Immediately Johnny felt another half inch of man-cock shoved into him. Expecting the dick to be pushed even further in, he was surprised when it was withdrawn a little, but it was immediately shoved back in, only to be withdrawn slightly before penetrating even deeper into his rectum. The walls of his rectum elastically yielded to the demanding cock. He'd never felt anything like this before.� He wasn't so sure that he liked this feeling, but at least it was no longer painful.�

Before he had half his cock up the kid's butt, Bob gradually changed from short jabs to longer strokes.� As the strokes became longer and deeper, he noticed that the kid was no longer complaining.� Then came the moment he had been waiting for as Johnny's sphincter slackened and no longer resisted the violation.� Without the resistance, his cock moved in and out with ease.� He paused to check up on his impaled conquest.

"I'm okay," the boy replied.� "It doesn't hurt anymore. It feels really odd, but it kind of feels good."

"That's good, Johnny.� Real good.� I don't want to hurt you, son.� I just want to fuck you.� Do you like fucking?"

"I don't know," Johnny honestly replied.� "It's alright, I guess."

"You'll learn to like it and then you'll learn to love it," Bob promised as he slowly continued to fuck the young boy's ass.�

Johnny wasn't so sure about that, but at least it no longer hurt.� Bob gradually picked up the pace and was soon fucking with full strokes, slamming into the boy's smooth buttocks with a slapping sound that rhythmically went on and on, leaving Johnny slack jawed and in an induced state of stupor.���

Several times during this inaugural ass fucking, Bob pulled completely out and inspected his prize's gaping asshole for any sign of bleeding or other problems.� Finding none, he penetrated the submissive kid again and again until at long last, he felt his orgasm building.� Unable and unwilling to stop, he finally let the orgasm swept over him and blew his load up the kid's butt.�

For Bob, it was a most satisfying cum.� For Johnny the transition from discomfort to total blissful surrender, was a life changing experience. He'd be sore for days afterward, but he wouldn't trade the experience for all the comic books in the universe.

After a well deserved nap, the man and his butt-boy rose, showered again and checked out of the seedy motel.� It was lunch time and the two were ravenously hungry, so Bob and Johnny returned to the diner across the street.

"I'll have a bacon cheeseburger," Bob told the waitress.�

"How about you, Johnny?� What do want?" he asked.

"Can I have a bacon cheeseburger too?" Johnny asked his benefactor.

"Of course!

"Make that two bacon cheeseburgers."

"With fries?" the waitress asked.

"Sure, why not," replied Bob.

"What will you two have to drink?"

"I'll have a diet Coke," Bob said.� "and bring the boy a root beer float."

When the waitress turned away, Johnny had to ask, "What's a root beer float?"

"You like root beer?"

"Yeah!"

"You like ice cream?� Vanilla ice cream?"

"Yeah."

"Then you're going love a root beer float."� Johnny did love the root beer float and he was very happy with the bacon cheeseburger, a combination his parents had never allowed him.�

As they finished their lunch and stepped outside, they heard the bus horn announcing that everyone should board at once.� As they strolled back towards the waiting bus, Johnny was anxious that the bus might leave them, but Bob, who was never in too much of a hurry, took his time while Johnny ran ahead.�

Once the bus pulled out and was on its way, Bob settled in for a well deserved nap, sleeping as a sexually sated man should, while Johnny became engrossed in one of his new comic books.� After an hour, the bus stopped briefly at a another small town to let off a passenger, the commotion waking Bob.� Gathering his bearing, he figured they were about an hour or so out of Palona and two hours out of Brubecker.

With the seats around him empty, Bob figured it was his last chance to mess with the receptive boy who he'd been sitting with and fooling with the entire trip.�� Reaching over, he rubbed Johnny's dick through his shorts.� Johnny looked up from his comic and grinned.� Johnny made no effort to stop Bob as hee tugged at the waistband and fished for Johnny's pecker, the task made much easier by the lack of underwear.�

"That's why you shouldn't wear underwear. Makes it much easier to play," Bob remarked giving the boy's� exposed penis a tug.� With the little dick sticking from the boy's shorts, Bob diddled it to an erection.� With the kid hard, he began jacking it in the age old manner.� To Johnny's disappointment, he stopped.

"Now, you do it.� I'll keep a look out."

Johnny's hand replaced Bob's and mimicking the motions he had been shown, began beating and then pounding away at his meat.

�'It's too bad I can't take him home with me,' lamented Bob to himself, 'but it's much too dangerous.'

He let the boy jack himself for several minutes before he lubed up his hand and took possession of� Johnny's little cock once again.� To Johnny, the feeling of the slippery fist sliding up and down his dick felt incredible.� He didn't last long.� When Johnny began jerking about in intense pleasure, Bob felt proud of the way he had thoroughly corrupted the boy.

With the latest orgasm fading, Johnny sat motionless for a long time just holding his shrunken Willy.� Thoroughly amused, Bob advised, "You'd better put your dick away, son.� We're going to be rolling into Palona in a few minutes."� Somewhat reluctantly Johnny pulled up his shorts.

As the bus pulled into Palona, Bob gave Johnny a candy bar from his knapsack, which was happily consumed. "Next stop is Brubecker," Bob remarked as the bus rolled to a stop at the Palona bus station.�� "Guess that's where you'll be getting off." Johnny nodded in the affirmative. "Well, this is where I get off, kid."� Bob reached over and rubbed Johnny's stubby short hair once again. "It's certainly been a fun trip for me."

"Me too," replied Johnny as he hugged his mentor's arm.

Bob gathered up his two knapsacks and turning to the boy handed him a twenty dollar bill.� "See you later, Johnny."

His eyes wide from the unexpected gift, the boy gushed, "Thanks, Mr. Natural!� For everything!"��

Johnny hated to see Bob go. He watched the man, who had introduced him to some rather naughty things, disappear from his sight. A feeling of profound loneliness enveloped Johnny.� Not knowing his real name or where he lived, Johnny had little hope for ever seeing Mr. Natural again, except as a salacious memory.�