Date: Thu, 26 Aug 2010 09:50:24 +0000
From: Josh Long <joshcock@hotmail.com>
Subject: Rob Boibeder 5

Chapter Five

In Northern Spain, Boibeder tracked down a hotel for the night. No trouble
in booking a room which turned out to have a double and a single bed.

"Plenty of time for a shower to freshen up," Boibeder said, "Then we can go
out for a smoke and find somewhere to eat."

"Room in here for two," Boibeder called out when he inspected the
bathroom. "Gonna join me?"

Dilemma time for Ash. He was almost happy to be seen naked by Boibeder now,
he'd really got his head round that. The man obviously liked looking at
him, and Ash got a nice feeling inside when he was being admired, he liked
being admired. It was new, and it was exciting. He knew he'd be naked for
Boibeder later, and that, oh shit, reality time, his cock would get sucked
and he'd be felt all over. That was going to happen. He'd promised it and
he owed it; he just hoped he wouldn't hate it too much. But going into the
shower with him? That was more difficult to come to terms with. It was
taking a step towards something and Ash didn't know what that something was
or even if he wanted to go there, or not.

But he'd promised `anything' so he had to do it.

Hesitantly he made his way to the bathroom where the shower was already
running.

Boibeder looked at him in the doorway, already standing under the water.

"Best get your kit off if you're coming in," he grinned. "Soggy trainers
can be the devil to wear."

Despite himself Ash smiled. He was being ridiculous, he told himself, and
making himself look ridiculous. But something inside him said it was
wrong. Yeh, ok, having his cock sucked was wrong as well, wasn't it?
Probably even wronger, he thought, but he'd signed up to that and, anyway,
people said it felt good. Telling himself he was being stupid, he turned,
kicked off his trainers, pulled off his socks, peeled off his tee shirt,
dropped his shorts and boxers together, and scuttled into the shower.

Nothing happened in the shower apart from getting clean, though he did look
on in amazement when Boibeder shaved his balls! He even asked,

"What you do that for?"

"Can't bear hairy balls," Boibeder grinned at him. "Smooth ones feel so
much nicer when I wank."

"You wank?" Ash asked, amazed. Wanking was something boys did; he didn't
have a clue men did it as well! Shit! He had so much to learn!

Instinctively, Ash felt his own even though he knew there were no hairs
there for Boibeder to hate.

Washed clean everywhere, and Boibeder had insisted on `everywhere' so he'd
paid particular attention to his smooth crack, he was wrapped in a huge
towel and dried off. Boibeder didn't dry him briskly, he took his time over
it and when Boibeder held him close and dried his back he felt himself
starting to rise.

He expected a hand to reach for him but it never did and he didn't know if
he was glad about that, or disappointed.

Instead, once they were dry. Boibeder led him back into the bedroom and
pulled the covers back on the single bed.

Boibeder wanted him to get into the bed, so he did, ready to lie on his
back, shut his eyes tight and let the man do those things to him, but,
instead, the man got in the bed beside him and pulled him in close, really
close, so there was contact all the way from shoulders to toes. Not a
chaste, shoulder and upper chest contact, this time everything was
touching, and Ash quivered with the horror of it, and the pleasure of it.

Boibeder wanted to kiss, really wanted to plunge his tongue inside the
young mouth so close to his own, but he didn't. Ash wasn't ready for that,
yet, he needed to be led further down the primrose path first. The boy
needed to realise for himself that his body would demand more than just the
satisfaction of having his cock dealt with, and come to want more and more
so that when more came it would be grasped with abandon, not just tolerated
because it was what Boibeder wanted.

Boibeder had seduced a lot of boys, he knew which ones to hurry along and
which ones needed careful leading. Ash needed to be led. Boibeder's plans
for Ash were based around having him for sex for a considerable time, and
he wanted the boy to be an eager partner, not just a compliant, accepting
bit of flesh. He needed to lead Ash to the point where the boy's mouth
would open instinctively at the first touch of lips. Boys who gave
themselves up to snogging were, Boibeder knew, boys who gave themselves up
to fucking.

Boibeder moved them both so Ash was lying on top of him, his hard four and
a bit inches pressed into the man's groin, he could feel Boibeder's own
tube pressed hard against his flat, naked stomach.

All Ash's teenage cultural background screamed that this was so wrong, to
be lying naked on top of a naked man. However conscious teenage boys are of
their own homoerotic nature, however much they fantasise about such things
on their own, as groups they are overtly and aggressively homophobic and
Ash knew if any of the boys of his acquaintance were to find out about this
he'd be an outcast, taunted and bullied. Later, and not that much later,
Ash would come to understand that most of the hate that would have been
directed at him would have come from jealousy, not disgust. Now his culture
trained instincts were screaming `no, no, no!' This was different from
having his cock had, that was just a different way of spunking, a different
sort of wanking. This was gay! And Ash wasn't gay!

He lay on top of Boibeder, tense and unmoving, allowing hands to rove over
his shoulders, back and thighs. Allowing, but not responding, wanting it to
end.

Boibeder sensed and understood the tenseness. For a boy's cock to be had
means nothing, it's a much nicer way of spunking than using his own hand,
the hand that wraps itself round his cock a few times every day, nothing
more. Not for some boys, those boys who've let a guy suck them to find out
what it's like, to experiment, to `try anything once.' Boibeder had sucked
a lot of those, and enjoyed every single one. But it's a big step from an
experiment with cock and mouth to being naked and erect in bed with a
man. That's a very different experiment.

Boibeder stroked Ash's warm skin and whispered,

"You are beautiful," in his ear. "Absolutely, fuckin', beautiful."

And Ash's tenseness started to melt away, the screaming voice yelling `no,
no, no!' somehow got fainter.

This boy, Boibeder knew, wasn't naked in his arms because he wanted sex, he
was there because he had made a rash promise when he was desperate, and one
of the things he was desperate for was affection, so show him some
affection and he'd give all he had. So Boibeder, wanting all he had, showed
him affection.

"Absolutely gorgeous," he soothed as he stroked the boy's slender body,
feeling it start to relax, relax all but for some four inches of rampant
deliciousness. "I'm so lucky to have found you. You are just perfect."

The flattery and the stroking hands did for Ash, as Boibeder knew they
would. He had no problem moving the boy so he knelt astride him and he
openly adored Ash's cock as it pointed out from his slender body, so few
inches away from the mouth that would soon engulf it. And Ash, back in a
safe world, a world where all the attention was on his cock, a world of
wanking and orgasms and dirty thoughts, a boy's world, eased his slender
sex rod into the mouth that opened to receive it.

Everyone said having your cock sucked was great. Of course, the people Ash
knew who'd said that were referring to having girls do the sucking, but Ash
tried to console himself with the idea that a mouth is a mouth, and if he
shut his eyes tight it wouldn't matter too much that it was a man and not a
girl; he'd be able to put up with it, get through it; not make it too
obvious to Boibeder that he hated it.

 He was wrong! His cock lay on the man's tongue, it's soft underside on the
receiving end of sensations indescribable, while the business end, his
still skin covered head. was pushed up against the hardness of the roof of
the engulfing mouth. Hands reached behind him, cupping his taut buttocks
and pushing him forward so his cockhead slid along the hardness to the
softness beyond and a grenade went off in Ash's groin, followed by another
one in his head as the hands behind him eased him into fucking Boibeder's
mouth. Then the hands were no longer pushing him, he was doing that for
himself as his fuck instincts kicked in for the first time in his young
life and he started thrusting his hips, driving his cock ever deeper into
the mouth that wanted it, pushing it into the throat that opened for it,
fucking Boibeder's mouth. Time stopped. He could have fucked Boibeder's
face for thirty seconds or thirty minutes before his spunk started to
rise. He was lost in the sensations. He moaned with pleasure, and Boibeder
moaned back, not just in the delight of having a boy's cock down his throat
but in the satisfaction of knowing the boy was lost in pleasure. That, and
the additional satisfaction of knowing he'd led the boy from a rejecting
innocence into the world of real man-boy sex. The only steps Ash would take
from now onward would be ever deeper into that world. He'd still need
leading, but he'd follow willingly and with ever increasing eagerness until
they'd explored all the ways they could pleasure each other.

Ash moaned louder, his body shuddered and his cock erupted in Boibeder's
mouth, filling it with the biggest and thickest load Ash had ever shot. It
had been almost two days since Ash had last spunked and this one seemed to
the boy to go on forever, starting almost painfully somewhere inside him,
near his balls but not in his balls, then pumping spunk up and out of his
cock until it felt as though he spurted his entire insides into Boibeder's
mouth. And Boibeder ate every last drop then milked him for any that might
be late in arriving.

"Thank you, Ash," he heard whispered in his ear, but he was too exhausted
to reply, all he could do was collapse in a still shuddering heap on the
man under him. It hadn't been horrible and disgusting; it had been amazing
and fantastic, and Ash was exhausted by that realisation as much as he was
by the orgasm.

"Let's get dressed and pop out for a fag and some munchies," Boibeder said
softly to the boy who was now wrapped inside his arms, once he'd come down
enough to hear words.

"Jeans, I think," the man said as Ash reached for his shorts. "Places in
northern Spain don't go much for shorts in the evening."

Ash looked a shade upset.

"My jeans are well scruffy," he pointed out.

"No matter, you're a teenager," Boibeder grinned, "And anyway, you look a
little less than sixteen in shorts. Something to do with your rather tasty
legs."

Ash grinned back and mouthed "Dirty old man," laughter in his eyes.

"Not a matter for dispute," Boibeder smiled back.

"So why does it matter if I don't look sixteen?"

"I just assumed you'd want something other than coke with your steak,"
Boibeder said lightly and felt pleased when the boy's eyes lit up even
more.

"Thoughtful dirty old man," he giggled, the lurking worries about the
things he had done and might do with the dirty old man suspended, if just
for now.

At the hotel desk Boibeder told the woman they were going out for a smoke
and did she know a reasonable restaurant.

She fussed over him, pointing out that it was permissible for him to smoke
in their room, and giving directions to an eating place that served good
food at sensible prices.

Ash was apprehensive about his steak, especially so after what Boibeder had
said about the way foreigners cooked it when they were on the boat, but
which Boibeder had ordered `well done, extra well done'. Steak had never
been on his plate before, he was used to convenience and instant `food',
but once he'd tried it he went for it with enthusiasm, his obvious
enjoyment making Boibeder feel unreasonably happy.

Back in the hotel, Boibeder stripped off his jeans and flopped onto the two
seater couch to roll a cigarette, the restaurant being non-smoking.

Ash flopped beside him, fags in hand.

"I think a boy's legs should be on view whenever possible," Boibeder said
before Ash could light up.

"I hate jeans; can't feel a thing through them."

Understanding the implications, that Boibeder really did want his cock
lots, Ash responded with,

"You only sucked me off a couple of hours ago! Now you want more!"

"Yup," Boibeder grinned. "Your own fault for having such sexy legs."

"Not just my legs you're after," Ash giggled, surprised that he was
suddenly comfortable with being the object of Boibeder's sexual desire..

"Possibly true," Boibeder grinned, "But they'll do for starters."

With a mock sigh, Ash stood, removed the offending item and flopped back
down in his boxers, which showed an acceptable amount of his slender
thighs.

"Better?" he asked.

"Yeh. You can light your fag now," Boibeder grinned.

Instead of putting his hand on the boy's thigh, Boibeder put it round his
shoulder instead. That, Ash thought, felt very nice. Made him feel warm and
wanted. So much so that, without thinking, he leaned in towards Boibeder
who responded by with a little pressure on the boy's shoulder, encouraging
him closer.

Inch by inch Ash eased closer as he relaxed until his head was resting on
Boibeder's shoulder, and the hand that had been on his own shoulder was now
under his tee shirt and gently fondling his waist instead.

That felt nice too, Ash thought with a bit of surprise. A surprise that
grew quite a bit when that hand wandered upwards and started playing with
his nipples. That was something Ash had never even done for himself, never
even thought about doing. He stroked his legs a lot when he wanked, but had
never got a hand above his waist. He knew girls liked having their tits
played with because the lads at school talked about it, but no-one had ever
mentioned that it was nice for boys as well.

Then, as Boibeder stroked his nipples, they started getting hard! They got
hard sometimes when he was cold, but it never felt anything like this!
Little shocks went all the way through him and then something else started
getting hard as well!

Boibeder's other hand at last found its way to Ash's thigh and the
combination of attention to his nipples and his thigh completed his
erection and it was almost a relief when the hand on his leg went higher,
underneath his boxers and round his slender, hard rod. It was the first
time Boibeder had actually held his cock. He'd sucked it and played with
his balls, but never before had he held him, explored every bit of his four
and a bit inches, played with his foreskin and very, very slowly wanked
him.

This was different. Having his cock sucked was amazing, sensations so far
beyond those he produced in his regular wanking that they were beyond
description. This was nothing like that. The fingers that explored his
cock, wrapped round it and so slowly wanked it felt good, really good. Much
better than his own hand; but they weren't amazing, they were
understandable, they were nice and he liked what was happening. Oh, he knew
Boibeder liked sucking him, liked the feel of his cock in his mouth, loved
it when he spunked, but somehow, now he had something to compare it with,
he thought he knew that perhaps Boibeder's greatest pleasure from sucking
him was the pleasure he was giving Ash. This fondling of his genitals was,
he understood, sheer pleasure for the man, he was enjoying the feel of
Ash's cock because it was a cock, and Boibeder liked boys' cocks. Ash was
fine with that now, it was good to let this man, the man who had saved him
from who knew what, have pleasure from feeling him, feeling him because he
was a boy, and, being a boy, he had something the man wanted and something
he was prepared to give in return for all he'd been given.

Ash realised, and realised without rejecting the realisation, that he had
become `that sort of boy'; perhaps he always had been `that sort of boy'
and just never understood it. Perhaps, the thought flickered into Ash's
mind, perhaps all boys were really `that sort of boy' but just never got
round to finding it out.

When Boibeder kissed him lightly on the forehead and whispered,

"Time for bed, I think," Ash allowed himself to be pulled off the sofa and
led unresisting towards the double bed.

Boibeder undressed him and Ash allowed it and made it easy. Then Boibeder
stood back to admire Ash's slender form with his cock pointing up and out
at forty five degrees.

This time, Ash wallowed in being looked at, being admired. His shyness
yesterday, and even today in the shower, his shyness in his first nakedness
in front of Boibeder's lustful eyes was gone. Now he wanted to be naked,
naked for this man to look at and want.

"You are gorgeous, Ash," Boibeder whispered and Ash just wanted to stand
there naked for the man to admire him, devour him with his eyes.

Admire, Boibeder did. Naked, slender, teenage boys are beautiful. This one
was a perfect match for Boibeder's concept of male beauty, Tall enough to
be obviously an adolescent, short enough to be a boy; slender body with
narrow shoulders and a waist any girl would murder to possess; long,
smooth, slender, curving thighs; and, at the centre, four and a half,
rampant inches of long foreskinned, slender cock with its tiny moustache of
jet black, almost wispy, hair that proclaimed potency, that hormones were
running and that sperm was being manufactured in a steady stream.

A boy this age is so erotic, so unconsciously erotic, and to Boibeder the
most erotic of all was the tiny crescent of pubic hair. Later, as they boy
grew deeper into adolescence, that pubic hair would grow until it intruded
on the boy's beauty and would need removing if the erotic nature of boyhood
was to be retained.

"In you get," Boibeder said, his voice thick with need, and as Ash hopped
under the covers the man stripped and then joined him.

 This time Boibeder didn't go straight down to take Ash's cock in his
mouth, this time he wrapped arms around the boy and pulled him in
close. This time, the cuddle was complete at once, boy cock hard against
man cock, and Boibeder was pushing a knee between Ash's legs. Ash parted
his thighs, allowing man leg to push between them, and then clamping back
down so he held the man's leg tight between his own.

And Ash was happy. It felt good, it felt right to let this man enjoy him,
to allow the man to enjoy his body, to have his hands roving all over him,
appreciating his shoulders, his back, his buttocks and his thighs. And his
own hand, round behind the man, feeling and then so slowly, squeezing the
shoulder it rested on.

If Ash had been more experienced he would have known from the way that
shoulder eased back into his hand as he gently squeezed it that he'd sent a
message of huge importance. Although he didn't realise it himself, he'd
taken the first, small step away from just being enjoyed to giving
enjoyment back. The message said, simply, "Not just doing this because I
have to, doing it `cos I want to and I want you to do it,"

He'd also have been annoyed that his message received no answer, that
Boibeder hadn't immediately clamped their mouths together. Boibeder was
doing the opposite, somehow restraining himself from devouringly kissing
the boy, for whom, he knew, it would be too much too soon.

Instead he reached between them, not for Ash's cock but for his own. He
pushed his member towards Ash's thighs, lifting his knee to raise Ash's leg
so he could push it between them, tight up against the boy's ball sac. He
drew his knee out from between the boy's legs and pushed Ash's top leg down
so his cock was gripped between his thighs.

For Boibeder it was bliss. His cock squeezed tightly between the hot, soft,
silk-smooth, slender boy thighs. For Ash it was something new, something
for his mind to come to terms with. But his mind was too slow and by the
time it got round to thinking, his body had taken over. Thick, hard cock
between his legs didn't feel bad, and when it moved, rubbing along and
under his balls, it felt very good.

"Delay decision," body said to mind. "I'll just enjoy it for a bit. You can
think about it later. Quite a bit later."

Hand moved from his thigh to his buttocks, cupping an arse cheek, squeezing
it and then pushing it towards the man.

Boibeder pushed into the boy as he squeezed his firm, taut arse, feeling
his cock pushing between the inner softness of the boy's gripping thighs.

"Different, but really rather nice," body decided, and Ash slowly picked up
the in and out movement to match time with Boibeder's gentle thrusts.

Boibeder lost himself for a few minutes in the sheer pleasure of softly
fucking the boy's thighs, still drowning the desire to kiss until the
prospect of orgasm and the need to use his mouth dragged his cock away from
its soft sheath of boyflesh.

He kissed Ash's shoulder then moved to a nipple.

If Ash had been stunned earlier by the effect of Boibeder's fingers on his
nipples, it was as nothing to the effect his lips had. Shocks passed
through him, pumping blood to his cock, making it jerk and pulse against
Boibeder's groin.

Then the mouth moved down, kissing soft flesh all the way to his pelvic
bone where it diverted left to his hip and then to his thigh where it
licked and kissed, kissed and licked.

Ash started sighing, then making little noises as Boibeder devoured his
thigh. Having his legs fondled was nice, this was even nicer, though he
could hear his mind, a long, long way off, calling that this was something
else that needed to be talked about.

Boibeder's mouth was no longer on his thigh, it was up in his groin and his
tongue was in the crack between balls and thigh, licking at a place Ash had
learned it was nice to finger while he wanked, but nowhere near as nice as
a tongue. He parted his legs as far as possible so Boibeder could have easy
access to his meal and his little noises became long moans with an
occasional gasp. A gasp then became a sharp intake of breath when
Boibeder's tongue found his perineum and licked it long and lovingly.

Ash's body was on fire, sending all his feelings to his groin where his
cock jerked and twitched, longing to be engulfed in that devouring mouth.

"Suck me! Please suck me," his body screamed inside his head, but the words
escaped as a whisper to himself that Boibeder heard and obeyed, lovingly
swallowing the boy's four and a bit, slender, milk white inches, and milked
them for the cream they would produce.

Ash was asleep, exhausted, almost before his orgasm subsided, cutting off
any attempt by his mind to discuss events.

And his mind was still asleep in the morning when his body was woken by
Boibeder's mouth sucking him hard again till he produced his first protein
of the day.



I hope those of you who have continued this far are still enjoying it.



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