Date: Mon, 30 Aug 2010 15:02:40 +0000
From: Josh Long <joshcock@hotmail.com>
Subject: Rob Boibeder Did Not Pick Up Hitchikers 7

Boibeder held the boy close. Boys who snog are usually boys who fuck and
Boibeder was pretty certain that his cock would soon be going where his
finger had just been. It was a nice thought to go to sleep with.

End of chapter six

He woke sometime in the night, needing a pee, and returned to bed from it
awake enough to need cock. Ash was in boy sleep, deep and unwakeable, he
hardly even made a murmur when Boibeder rolled him onto his back and then
closed his mouth round Ash's soft tube, holding it still in his mouth while
it slowly hardened. He allowed himself to wonder what the boy's dreaming
mind made of sensations unnoticed by his body, and then, when the boy was
fully erect, he started using his tongue on the skin covered helmet with
the occasional flick and poke inside.

It wouldn't be a quick cumming, Boibeder knew that with Ash so deeply
asleep, the sensations would be muted, felt only in a dream if felt at
all. He'd sucked sleeping boys before and loved just holding cock in his
mouth until the dream took over and the cream flowed, all without the boy's
consciousness knowing anything about it.

It took about twenty minutes before Ash's dream blossomed and his hips
moved in almost unnoticeable thrusts, pushing his cock backwards and
forwards in the warm, wet bliss that enclosed it. Then it stiffened even
more, pulsed and ejected cream into Boibeder's mouth, cream that was
savoured and swallowed.

Boibeder woke again with dawn well advanced and felt the first stirrings of
the boy beside him. He let his hands wander over Ash's sleep warmed body,
loving the smoothness of his young skin, the sheer pleasure of having
fourteen year old flesh to stroke.

Ash flicked open an eye, just the one at first, but the second followed as
his brain registered that he was naked in bed with a man stroking his
thighs and feeling his rampant morning cock.

So it was real, he had done things last night, he couldn't remember exactly
what yet, he was still too dozy and he hadn't been too sober when they went
to bed, but he did vaguely remember enjoying it and this time he didn't
feel guilty about that.

"You given me a boner," he said.

"True," Boibeder smiled at him.

"Better do something about it, then," Ash instructed, moved onto his back,
put his hands behind his head, closed his eyes and parted his legs so
Boibeder could have full access to the bits he so obviously liked.

"This," Ash thought, "Is perfect. Lying back and just enjoying getting
sucked. I love it."

Boibeder loved it too. He guessed Ash didn't want to participate, not
because he was just `putting up with it' but because he was revelling in
letting it happen and wanted to savour every second of being treated like a
boy. He needed his morning release and it was so relaxing to just lie there
and have it done slowly for him.

Boibeder did it differently this time. Once he was satisfied Ash was in
full pleasure mode, he put finger and thumb round the base of his slender
tube and started wanking him while he sucked so his foreskin was eased back
just a bit on each down stroke, exposing the tip of his sensitive glans to
Boibeder's flicking tongue.

Ash sighed with bliss, then moaned with even more bliss as his sperm
flowed, feeding Boibeder his breakfast protein. He was rewarded not just
with an enjoyable orgasm but with the smile in Boibeder's eyes when they'd
finished and Ash could look again.

"You do have nice ways of waking me up," he grinned, feeling oh, so,
contented.

"Nice to have an appreciative boy to wake up," Boibeder smiled back.

Then, practical, he asked,

"Fancy tea in bed?"

"Mmmmmmm," Ash agreed. Tea in bed before getting up was not something he
was at all used to!

He watched Boibeder rise and pad, still naked, into the kitchen, returning
a few minutes later with teas, ashtray and smoking materials.

"Fag in bed as well?" This was luxury beyond Ash's dreams. Luxury he could
well get used to!

He sat up, took the offered cigarette, allowed it to be lit for him, and
made a firm decision to do anything and everything necessary for this
treatment to continue.

Boibeder slipped back in bed beside him, sitting close so their thighs
touched and with his non-smoking hand round Ash's slender, naked
shoulder. That felt nice too, Ash felt warm, wanted and protected. What
fourteen years and three days old boy could want more? Ash didn't, he just
wanted it to continue.

"Sleep ok?" Boibeder asked.

"Far as I know, Ash giggled. "Don't remember a thing after I spunked last
night till you woke me an' I spunked again."

He felt the hand on his shoulder squeeze and that felt good too.

"Guess I'd better feed you," Boibeder smiled when their fags were
stubbed. "Got to keep your energy levels up."

"Spunk levels up, you mean," Ash chortled, surprising himself by his
spontaneous acceptance of his new life as a cum provider for this obviously
boy greedy man.

"That too," Boibeder grinned back. "Now, a Spanish breakfast of fruit
juice, coffee and churos."

"What the fuck's churos?"

"You'll find out. Go grab a shower and stuff while I get it ready. We'll
have it on the balcony."

"Awwww," Ash moaned, can't we have it in bed?"

"Not the sort of breakfast to have in bed."

"Awwww," Ash moaned again, "That means I'll have to get dressed."

"No need for that. Balcony's quite private. No-one'll see you unless you
stand up and wave it around. And even then they'd need a telescope."

That made Ash dissolve into laughter, the image of himself standing on the
edge of the balcony, waving his cock at anyone who might be looking.

Ash shit and showered, and made very sure that certain bits of him were
very clean, giving his arse much greater attention than he usually did. He
couldn't imagine why Boibeder should want to get his mouth there and shove
his tongue inside his shit hole, but it had felt amazing, and if that's
what the man wanted to do then Ash wasn't going to stop him either by
having what he now dismissed as `silly ideas' about being `gay', or by
leaving himself smelly and nasty.

He made his way just a little uncertainly from bathroom to balcony, not yet
sure about being naked outside. Oh, it felt nice enough, even nicer and
much, much naughtier than yesterday when he walked around in public with
nothing under his shorts, but he was bothered that someone might
see. Boibeder would see, of course, he was intended to, but not other
people.

He took a quick glimpse of the balcony while still shielded by the curtains
hanging at the patio doors, He could see a bit of grass below, not much
because there were trees shielding most of the view, so he poked his head
out to look sideways. The ends of the balcony had pulled down bamboo
blinds, enclosing it, shielding it from the breeze and from the sight of
anyone in the buildings to either side, though the nearest villa to them
was about a hundred metres away.

Boibeder was already there, sitting on a chair at the table which had
breakfast on it. And Boibeder was naked, so obviously he felt it was safe.

With pretended boldness and unconcern, Ash stepped out through the open
patio doors and onto the balcony, making his way to the table, and suddenly
very aware of just how good it felt to have warm air caressing his naked
flesh. Ash had never been naked outside before. He'd been outside in
nothing but shorts and boxers, even just in swimming trunks, but this felt
so much better.

He swigged his orange juice, nibbled suspiciously at a curl of churos,
decided he liked it and wolfed it down. He observed Boibeder dipping his in
a thick chocolate sauce, copied him and set about clearing his plate.

"Good?" Boibeder asked unnecessarily.

"Yum," Ash boyishly responded.

"We go back to bed now?" Ash asked, breakfast eliminated.

Ash's mind, a boy's mind, concentrated on the essentials. Whatever Ash's
thoughts and feelings about Boibeder might be, he was sure the man had only
brought him along, was keeping him, because he wanted Ash's cock. Well,
obviously more than just his cock, he seemed to want Ash's entire body, and
if that was what he wanted, if that was what it took to keep Ash in this,
to him, paradise, then Ash should clearly give him all he wanted.

"Tempting," Boibeder grinned, secretly delighted that Ash had stayed naked
and that he was happy to offer up his treasures. "Tempting, but breakfast
has to be cleared away, villa cleaned and shopping done."

"Awwww," Ash groaned. "Why?"

"One, because I don't live in a mess," Boibeder explained. Ash, who had
always lived in a mess that would have put the average pig to shame,
thought Boibeder's villa was already a shining example of non-mess,
groaned,

"It don't look a mess to me."

"Two, because if we leave any hint of crumbs or things around, we'll be
over run by ants."

Ash looked around, no ants.

"What ants?"

"Look around," Boibeder said, so Ash did. Yes, there were ants, hundreds of
little ones, scurrying around on the edges of the balcony.

"Oh," he said in submission.

"Three, we need food. Not going to have every meal out."

Ash could see the sense of that.

"And four, you need some clothes."

Ash looked up, uncertain again.

"You already bought me clothes," he said.

"Shorts and tee shirt," Boibeder dismissed his reply. "Unless I guess
wrong, and your bag is actually a Tardis, you've got not much more than a
few pairs of boxers, some socks and a pair of jeans in there."

Ash didn't answer, Boibeder was far too accurate to argue with.

"So, you'll need more socks, more tops, more jeans, and a pair of decent
trousers for when we go out. Won't bother about the boxers `cos you won't
need them very often," he added with a grin.

"You can't buy me all that," Ash protested. That really wouldn't be right,
he thought. He couldn't expect that.

"Much as I enjoy you being naked," Boibeder said, and looked obviously and
directly at Ash's bits, You will have to put something on when we go out."

Ash blushed, he was, after all, still a pretty innocent boy.

"So, we clear up, sweep through, clean the balcony and then I suggest we
get the blow up mattress out here and enjoy the sun for a bit before it
gets too hot."

"When we go shopping, then?" Ash asked.

"Siesta time. Pretty quiet then, so it won't take too long."

Ash had never heard of `siesta time', but didn't ask for an
explanation. Instead, following his determination to give Boibeder all he
needed, he asked,

"Do we do elevenses out here?"

"Sounds good," Boibeder grinned and Ash smirked,

"Don't you want ninesies?"

"I'll wait," Boibeder grinned, "Then they'll be nice and full for a mid
morning snack."

"Got some in them now," Ash tempted, finding it easier and easier to be
`that sort of boy'.

"Bet they have," Boibeder smiled, he really had struck oh, so lucky with
this one, he thought. "But I plan on having you around for a long time so
there's no need to rush."

Ash wanted to leap into Boibeder's arms, cuddle him there and then and who
cared if anyone was watching. But he didn't. Instead he determined that
when time came for elevenses, Boibeder would get more, much more than he
was expecting.

Villa and balcony cleaned Boibeder went off to shower leaving Ash to blow
up the mattress. When he came back he was greeted by the sight of Ash,
lying as he had that morning, hands behind his head and legs wide apart.

"Come and get it," Ash grinned when he saw Boibeder appear.

He was still soft, well, not quite soft but still not upright, when
Boibeder started to lie down beside him, but by the time they were together
on the bed that was no longer the case.

"Recovered, I see," Boibeder commented as he took the slender, solid rod
into his hand.

Ash sniggered, "Recovered and waiting," he said.

Then he went through the words he had been rehearsing while Boibeder
showered.

"Are you going to fuck me?" he asked, and then, misunderstanding Boibeder's
surprised silence, he tried to say what he was thinking. "I mean.......gays
fuck each other, don't they?" Ash's image of fucking, any sort of fucking,
was, to say the least, vague. If you fucked a girl, you stuck it in her
cunt, he knew that, but he had no idea about the mechanics of it, or even
what a real, live cunt looked like. If you fucked a boy......well, there
was only one place a cock could go, and it had felt amazing when Boibeder's
tongue and fingers had gone there, so it couldn't be too bad if a cock went
in there, could it?

"If you're to be my boyfriend, live with me, then....yes....I will want to
fuck you," Boibeder answered, slowly and truthfully. He hadn't planned on
things going this far just yet, but the boy had asked and he deserved a
truthful answer.

"Ok," Ash said, his heart thumping. This was his big moment, a moment that
he could never have again, a moment when he committed himself openly to the
change in his life. "I want to be your boyfriend, Rob, I really do! I want
to be your boy."

Boibeder just stared, his heart racing and his mind working furiously. Most
of his boyfriends, real boyfriends, not just boy bedflesh, had come as the
result of long, careful chases and courtship; he'd never had one offer
himself up within a few days of their first meeting.

"I'd love to have you as my boyfriend, Ash," he said, voice low and
serious. "Have you as my boy."

Ash breathed a huge sigh of relief. He was safe, he was going to stay with
this man; no more grey shitiness, but a life in the sun, a life where he
was wanted! Yes, a life where he was going to give his body to a man for
sex, but that didn't bother him now. Sex was fun!

I got two rules for you," he said.

"What are they?" Boibeder asked, his stomach giving a little sinking lurch
as he thought Ash was going to put limits on his activities.

"One," Ash said, deliberately mimicking the way Boibeder had spoken
earlier, "If you get me hard you got to get me soft again," and he pulsed
his cock where it nestled in Boibeder's hand.

"And two," he paused, then went for it in one, big rush, "you got to
promise to do everything you want to me. Don't bother about me liking it,
you just do it."

Boibeder felt the urge to give Ash a little, loving kiss but his urge was
overwhelmed by Ash's mouth gluing itself to his and the boy's tongue
forcing its way between his lips and deep into his mouth.

"Take that as a `yes' then, shall I?" Ash giggled when they needed air, and
then went back for a repeat.

Boibeder certainly did not restrain himself with Ash's front, being licked
and kissed under his arms was just about as surprising as when Boibeder had
rimmed him, he had no idea why anyone should want to do that, but it felt
incredibly sexy, and when Boibeder sucked his balls, one at a time then
both together, he nearly took off.



Ash was pensive once more as they drove back from shopping and lunching in
the hypermarket's restaurant. Boibeder had spent more money on him, Ash
estimated it at around 500 Euros including the stuff he'd been bought when
they were travelling, and in Ash's uncomplicated mind that added up to an
awful lot of cock he owed. Of course, now he'd become Boibeder's boyfriend,
it was going to be an awful lot more than just cock, Boibeder was going to
bum him, not just once, but regularly. Ash had no idea what that would be
like, but he knew he was going to let it happen.

Kids at school had often talked sneeringly about `pervs' and `pedos'
bumming boys, and even innocent Ash knew enough to know that this meant
these sorts of people stuck their cocks in boys' arses, but he'd had no
idea why, really. He'd never ever thought of his arse as being anything
other than something to sit on and his hole was just there for shit to come
out of. It was only when Boibeder rimmed and fingered him that he'd
realised that things back there could feel pretty good, and he was starting
to wonder what being bummed would feel like. He certainly hadn't realised
that it would involve cock actually going inside him, not just between his
arse cheeks but actually inside his arsehole, until Boibeder had pushed
that finger into him while he was being sucked.

Well, five hundred Euros on clothes plus all the other stuff like food and
being looked after gave Boibeder the right to do that if he wanted, so Ash
just hoped he would like it when it happened.

As soon as they were home, Ash stripped. Boibeder had bought him new
clothes, but, Ash knew, Boibeder liked him naked, so naked he would
be. Anyway, he rather liked being naked, he was willing to admit to
himself, so being naked for Boibeder was no hardship at all. By the time
he'd put his new clothes away Boibeder was outside with two cold beers,
and, like himself, Boibeder was naked.

"Hot now," Boibeder said, stating the obvious, "So time for siesta."

"What exactly is siesta?" Ash asked, feeling just a little ashamed of his
ignorance.

"Spanish custom of having a nap in the early afternoon." Boibeder
explained. "Sometimes you kip, sometimes you just chill out, but
essentially, you do nothing for a couple of hours."

"Sounds good to me," Ash grinned and landed himself on the airbed. Then he
remembered his duty and said, "What about your lunch?"

"We had lunch in the hypermarket," Boibeder replied without thinking, then,
when he looked at Ash who was suggestively playing with himself, he
realised what Ash was on about.

"Well, I guess a slow gobbling of a tasty boy's penis could count as
chilling out," he said with a little smile. "If you're up for it, of
course."

"Pity there's not a tasty boy around, then," Ash grinned in reply.

"Oh, I think I could find one if I looked hard enough," Boibeder grinned
back, then added, "And that looks as though it might be getting hard
enough," referring to Ash's lengthening inches.

"Better come and join me, then," the boy invited and Boibeder did.



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