Date: Sat, 28 Aug 2010 15:23:25 +0000 From: Josh Long Subject: Rob Boibeder Did Not Pick Up Hitchikers 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. End of chapter 5 Minds do not stay asleep for long, and Ash's was awake and talking the moment Boibeder's mouth left his cock. It wasn't bothered about the blow job his body had just enjoyed, only just fourteen year old cock needs regular attention and his mind had accepted Ash's argument that if Boibeder wasn't sucking him, he'd have to wank in secret and that was nowhere near as much fun for anyone. And he owed Boibeder and his cock was a convenient way of paying his debt. "Blow jobs are fine, Ash," mind said, "But last night went way beyond just getting sucked off. We need to talk." Ash stayed in bed, churning over last night's events, while Boibeder showered and shaved, then found himself looking at the man when he came out of the bathroom. "Just why are you looking at a naked man?" mind asked as his eyes sent their information to his brain. Despite his age, Boibeder was not in bad condition. A bit thick round the waist, more stomach than a younger man, but he didn't sag and his legs were good and solid with very little hair. "He's old enough to be your grandfather," mind insisted, "Why are you letting him do sex things with you? You know it's wrong!" Ash had never even thought about sex with a male before this encounter with Boibeder. Not even anything with another boy let alone a man so much older than himself. Males fucked females; that was the established order. If you didn't you were queer and Ash wasn't queer. He didn't have limp wrists, he didn't lisp and he didn't mince along when he walked. He was all boy and he shouldn't be letting a man treat him like a girl! But Boibeder didn't look like Ash's picture of a queer, he looked normal, ordinary. And he didn't treat Ash like a girl either. He kept telling Ash he was a gorgeous boy and he wanted him because he was a boy. It was all very confusing. It was even worse, because he knew he'd come to like letting Boibeder look at him naked and he had to admit he really liked Boibeder dealing with his orgasmic needs. And anyway, Boibeder was good to him, liked him being around. Ash had never been wanted before and he wasn't going to throw this away just because boys aren't supposed to sleep with men. He climbed out of bed, conscious of his nakedness, instantly rejecting the demands from his former life that he cover himself, instead allowing, almost inviting, Boibeder to look, which he did, starting at his groin and finishing at his eyes with a little smile of appreciation. "Go on, Ash," Boibeder smiled, "Shit and shower, then its breakfast and on the road." When Ash returned he found his shorts and other new tee shirt laid out for him, no socks and no boxers, the ones he'd worn yesterday were nowhere in sight. "What you done with me boxers?" he asked, puzzled. "Stuffed `em in your bag." Ash made for his bag, shaking his head. What a strange thing to have done. "Just shorts, Ash," Boibeder said as Ash moved for his bag. "For me; please." Ash turned, really puzzled now. "Be well horny for me, knowing there's only you under those shorts," Boibeder grinned. "Remember, I'm a dirty old man." "Fuckin' right," Ash sniggered, all boy again. "But....." "Try it," Boibeder insisted. "See what it feels like." "Oh no you don't," his mind said. "Shut up," Ash said to his mind and pulled on his shorts very aware of just how different it felt having nothing under them. Downstairs, standing at reception, he was conscious of his near nudity in public, what he felt was a so obvious outlining of his package that everyone must know he had nothing under his shorts and what would they think? Outside, he could feel the warm autumn air sliding under his shorts and caressing his groin and he had to fight off the beginnings of an unprompted erection. "What happens if I get a boner?" he hissed at Boibeder as they put their bags in the car. "Then there'll be a fair few guys who'll think I'm a very lucky old man," Boibeder grinned, "And want to rip my eyes out `cos they're jealous." Boibeder had a fair idea of what was going through Ash's mind about last night, he'd seduced enough boys to know second thoughts often reared their ugly heads and Ash needed to realise that there were an awful lot of men out there who'd give their eye teeth for a boy like him. "If you've got it, flaunt it," Boibeder grinned at him, "And you have certainly got it." Apprehension was replaced by excitement. He was being daring, he was taking a risk. The thrill was fun. And Boibeder was right. More than a few of the men they passed seemed to have eyes only for Ash's package. Some took quick, secretive glances, others had a good stare and Ash realised that he loved it. The truth Boibeder needed Ash to understand was so obvious. Men liked boys. Men found boys sexy. Men drooled over the thought of boys' cocks. For the life of him, Ash couldn't understand why so many men should want a boy's cock, they couldn't all be gay, could they? Whatever the reason, he did understand that all those men thought he was desirable, and the understanding gave him a strange sense of power. Men, of course, had been looking at his groin for a year or so now, but Ash, in his innocence, had never realised. Now, walking around in the autumnal sunshine, conscious that there was just one thin layer of cotton between flesh and air, it was so obvious. Men looked. With some it was eyes straight to his groin, with most it was check out his face first, and liking what they saw, their eyes switched to his package. Men wanted sex with boys, and a fair few obviously fancied him. The thrill of understanding almost got him a boner again. It was so deliciously wicked. Mind knew it was wicked and said so, quietly at first, but once they were in the car and on the road, Ash's shorts pulled up, accidentally of course, to show as much thigh to Boibeder as possible, mind had a real go. "You are just flaunting yourself," mind thundered. "And what about last night? The things you let him do! Are you gay, or something? You know what men do to boys! You want that to happen to you?" Actually, Ash had no idea what it was that men did with boys. He'd heard stories, of course, schoolmates talking about queers and the necessity of keeping your back to the wall if you came across someone you thought was queer, but he had no real idea why. With no computer at home, Ash was inexperienced in porn as well as real live sex and had no understanding of what could happen to his bum or why anyone should have any interest in it. But, since his schoolmates violently condemned gays and anything to do with them, Ash accepted unquestioningly that gays were `wrong' and he certainly didn't want to be one! He had to have this out with Boibeder. Boibeder was gay, that was obvious and he'd even admitted it! He liked boys and he certainly liked boys' cocks and legs. Well, he certainly seemed to like Ash's. And getting him to go round with nothing on under his shorts was definitely gay. But Ash quite liked not wearing anything under his shorts, he certainly liked Boibeder looking at him naked and he most definitely liked what Boibeder did to his cock. Perhaps he was gay, and just finding out? But he didn't want to be gay, didn't want to be an outcast, taunted all the time like one or two of the boys at school were. Ash had no idea that these thoughts had been churning round in his head for the best part of an hour, and that he'd been sitting silent and pensive. "What's on your mind, Ash?" Boibeder finally asked. He had a fair idea of what was on Ash's mind, he'd seduced enough boys to know that those sort of thoughts often reared up in first timers. It took a few minutes, but Ash finally plucked up enough courage to make a start. "You're gay, aren't you," he stated. "Thought we'd established that," Boibeder grinned cheerfully. "Last night..." Ash started, but couldn't think of how to say what he wanted. Boibeder let the silence hang for a minute, then prompted, "Last night...?" "I like you sucking my cock," Ash said in a rush. "I don't mind you looking at me naked but last night..." and again he couldn't think of what to say. "Go on, Ash, just say it. Something's bothering you, so spit it out." Boibeder was gentle, understanding and that made things harder for Ash, so he escaped briefly into an adolescent mood switch and picked up on Boibeder's unconscious pun. "You didn't," Ash grinned. "Didn't what?" "Spit it out," Ash sniggered "Too right I didn't," Boibeder laughed back. "Far too tasty to spit out." Ash sniggered again, then asked, "Don't it taste all yucky?" He'd never been tempted to check out the flavour of his own cum, indeed the thought of sucking a cock had never entered his mind. "No way!" Boibeder corrected him. "I love boycream." "Sorta worked that out," Ash sniggered yet again, then went serious once more. "Don't think I'd want anyone's cock spunking in my mouth. It's, well, it's gay, ain't it." "Maybe," Boibeder agreed, "But then, I am gay, aren't I" "I'm not," Ash said, saying at last what was worrying him, without realising it until he'd said it. "No, you're a boy," Boibeder said enigmatically and said no more till he pulled off into a service station about ten minutes later. "Coffee, fag and chat break," he announced to Ash, leading the way from the car to the café, purchasing the drinks and leading Ash back out again to a table with no-one else around. Fags lit, Boibeder leaned back and said, "Ok, Ash, you like getting sucked, you like being admired but you're not gay. Right?" Ash, sensing some sort of trap, just shrugged his shoulders. "Men have been indulging in boys since men and boys were invented," Boibeder explained gently. "But the human race has managed to breed quite successfully, so obviously sex with men doesn't make boys gay. If it did, we'd have long since disappeared `cos males don't get pregnant, do they." Ash was forced to smile. "So because you like having your cock dealt with doesn't mean you're gay. Neither does it mean you're gay `cos you enjoyed the other things I did with you last night." "How d'you know I enjoyed it?" Ash asked, slightly sullen. "You enjoyed it, or you're one of the best fakers I've come across," Boibeder smiled at him, "And I'd risk a guess you don't know yet what it is you'd have to fake." "Bastard," Ash muttered, knowing he'd been caught out. "Anyway, even if I did enjoy it, an' I'm not saying I did, I don't want to do it again." There, he'd said it! "Ok, Ash, I'll remember I mustn't get you to enjoy yourself," Boibeder said, still smiling. Ash felt a rush of horror, this was going wrong! "Bastard," he said again, "You know that's not what I mean." "So what do you mean, Ash? Tell me, I'm not a mind reader." Boibeder wasn't quite telling the truth there; he'd bedded enough boys to make a very good guess at what Ash was trying to say. Ash struggled, he was getting desperate. As far as his limited understanding of things went, the only thing that was tying him to Boibeder was dangling between his legs, and if Boibeder thought he was going to lock that away, he could be dumped right here, in the middle of nowhere, somewhere in northern Spain. That was terrifying! "I don't mind you sucking me," he tried again. "I quite like it. I know I shouldn't but, well, it's sorta like wanking in a way. You make me spunk instead of me tossing meself." Boibeder nodded. The boy was doing well. Encouragement was needed to keep him going. "In a way, it is," Boibeder agreed, "But it's a lot more fun, isn't it." "Ok," Ash, being an honest boy, was forced into agreeing. "Yes, it's a lot more fun. But that other stuff..." "Which you enjoyed," Boibeder slipped in. "Yeh, which I enjoyed, but I shouldn't have, should I." "Why not?" The only answer Ash had was the one that was the root of his problem. "'Cos nly answer Sam had was the one that was the root of his problem. me tossing meself."e middle of nowhere, soewhere legs, anI'm not gay!" Ash said defiantly. "Never suggested you were," Boibeder said patiently. "I did say you were a boy, though." "Course I'm a boy," Ash said in some confusion. He was a boy, of course he was, but he wasn't a gay boy and he had to make Boibeder understand that. "Boys aren't straight or gay, they're boys." Boibeder tried to explain. "Hormones go rushing round their bodies, spunk is manufactured on a non-stop production line and boys want to find as many ways of getting rid of the surplus as they can. And the more enjoyable the ways are the more they enjoy their orgasms." ""But what we did was gay," Ash insisted. "Yeh, it felt fuckin' great, I loved it, I didn't want it to stop, and I cummed loads and loads, but IT WAS GAY!" Ash almost shouted the last three words. "Only if you want to use stereotypes," Boibeder said quietly, unphased by the almost shout. "When I was your age there was no such thing. Boys just had fun, and if they wanted to have fun with their mates, or with an older guy, they just did it and enjoyed it. I know it's not so simple now, but boys haven't changed." "I'd get the shit ripped out of me, probably get beaten to a pulp, if kids at school knew I'd gone to bed with a man," Ash pointed out truthfully. "Sure you would," Boibeder agreed, "But you're not going back to that school, are you." The truth of that hit Ash right between the eyes. If he stayed with this man he certainly wouldn't be going back there. Did that make a difference? "What about when you were my age?" Ash asked. "Didn't you get bullied `cos you were bent?" "My name is Boibeder," he grinned. "Kids at school obviously couldn't resist that. They called me 'boy bedder', and a fair few of them found that they were really quite accurate." "You did it with kids at school?" Ash almost squeaked in astonishment. "Had cock off about half the kids in my year group by the time I left," Boibeder grinned. "Didn't bed them all, of course, but sampled about forty of their dicks." "Fuck!" Ash breathed, partly in astonishment and partly in something that approached admiration. The vision of a queue of boys in neat school uniforms waiting their turn outside a teenage Boibeder's bedroom slid into his mind. "And most of them were playing similar games with others." "Fuck," Ash breathed again. "You ever do it with a man as well?" "Of course. Men know how to make boys feel good." Ash, from his own, still very limited experience, had to accept that was true. "Yeh, but you are gay, so you weren't interested in girls. I'm not gay." "Managed a few girls as well. Just decided boys are a lot more fun." "Yeh," Ash said again, it was becoming a favourite word. "But if I let you do those things to me it might turn me bent as well." "Doubtful," Boibeder said as seriously as he could. "Give you an example. I was bedding a very nice fifteen year old a few years back. We'd just played games at my place and I drove him home, dropped him off at the end of his street so his parents wouldn't see him getting out of my car. As he was getting out his father came round the corner and saw him." "Shit," Ash could appreciate the consequences of being caught. "Father yelled at boy demanding to know why he'd been in my car, then came over to yell at me. When he saw me, he stopped in mid yell and said instead, "Oh, it's you, Rob. Now I know what he was doing in your car." "Did he know you, then? Know you were gay?" Ash asked, fascinated by the scene he was imagining. "Just a bit. He'd spent an awful lot of time in my bed between the ages of thirteen and eighteen." "You'd had him? The kid's father?" "Yup. He'd been my boyfriend for over four years as a lad." "What happened?" "Dad said to lad, "Ok, but don't let your mother know." And to me, "Is he any good?" "I said it was best not to make comparisons, and he cracked up." "He wasn't mad at you. Or at his son?" This was difficult for Ash to understand. "Couldn't really be mad at the lad for doing what he'd done himself at that age, could he?" "What did the boy say when you met him again? Knowing you'd done it with his dad when he was a kid?" "His father had told him he hoped the kid was having as much fun as he'd had, and to go for it while he fancied it, and make sure his mother never found out." Ash was bewildered, none of this fitted the pattern his mind had drawn for him, a pattern based on the overt homophobia that pervaded modern youth. "I've been invited to several weddings of boys I've bedded," Boibeder went on. "So far as I know only one kid I did turned out gay." He thought for a moment, then added with a wry smile, "Though there were two or three I never had that I'm sure were. Missed out there." "How many boys, you know..?" Ash asked, trying to make sense of all this. Boibeder himself just didn't fit Ash's peer group inspired image of someone `gay', he seemed `normal', not a lisping, limp wristed queen. "How many cocks?" Boibeder said for him. "Somewhere around three hundred since I was your age, I guess." "Three hundred?" Ash gasped. He should have been horrified, the man he was with was a serial boy abuser. Ash wasn't just one of a few, he was just one of an awful lot! Somehow that didn't bother him, and anyway, Boibeder wasn't an abuser, he didn't rape boys, he didn't make them do things they didn't want to, as far as he knew, anyway. "And only one turned gay?" he asked, almost in disbelief. "He didn't turn," Boibeder grinned, "He was well gay before I had him. He seduced me, not the other way round." It took Ash well over a hundred miles to get this as straight as he could in his still uncertain mind. Only one boy out of three hundred had been gay, none of the others that Boibeder had enjoyed had gone that way, so perhaps it might be all right to do the things they had done last night, things, being honest about it, he had really rather enjoyed. He pretended to doze, considering his options, while Boibeder headed south down Spain's motorways. Question one: did he want to stay with this man? Answer, a very big yes. Was that because he really had no other option? Partly, but also he liked him, Ash carefully avoided the stronger word that had been in his head yesterday, and he needed him. He needed looking after and he revelled in the attention he was receiving, attention he'd never experienced before. He had to admit he did like being naked for the man, being looked at and very obviously appreciated, even if it was just for his body and his cock. Why anyone should want to look at a skinny kid like him was beyond his understanding, but, then, if a guy was into boys, who knew what turned him on? Ash certainly didn't. And, yes, he did like what Boibeder did to his cock. That made him feel special, and knowing Boibeder enjoyed it made him feel good. So there was nothing wrong there. And giving in to Boibeder's request to wear nothing under his shorts made him feel part of a shared adventure, a shared danger, and seeing how other men had eyed him up somehow gave him a sense of power, and he'd never experienced that before. So far it was all good. What about those things last night? Well, if lots of other boys had done those things with Boibeder and it hadn't turned them gay, there was no reason why it should turn him gay, was there. And if three hundred had been with Boibeder, how many boys in the world slept with men and grew up straight? Must be millions, Ash reasoned. And if millions of boys did gay things with men and still grew up straight then logic said Ash could do those things and not be gay. With mind sorted, Ash felt happy again. He was, after all, on the adventure of his young life. He was in Spain, amazing; he was going to live in Spain with a man, mind bending; he was going to live in Spain with a man who'd said he'd be happy to have Ash as a boyfriend. If Ash was to be Boibeder's boyfriend he'd have to allow Boibeder to do gay things to him. "If he wants me to be his boyfriend" Ash told a now defeated mind, "He can have me as his boyfriend with everything that means." Ash, of course, didn't really have any idea what that might entail as far as the bedroom was concerned, other than what he'd experienced so far, and at this moment he didn't care either. "How far we got to go?" Ash asked at their lunch stop, excited and just a little worried that the bright Spanish light might be making the thin cotton of his shorts just a bit `see through'. "We could be there while it's still light," Boibeder said, wolfing down his tapas, and noting with some relief that Ash seemed to take to Spanish food. "We got some four hundred miles or so to go, but we could make it in time for dinner if you're up to it." "By dinner time?" Ash squeaked. It was already gone two, they couldn't cover four hundred miles in four hours, even on motorways! "Dinner's about ten in southern Spain," Boibeder grinned. "We could make it to the villa, have a shower, and still have time to get to a restaurant." "Wicked," Ash breathed. Six hours later they were there. Six hours, with a couple of breaks, of driving often almost empty motorways with Ash's shorts pulled as high up his thighs as he could get them so when Boibeder occasionally reached out a hand he found flesh, not cotton. The villa was nice, Ash thought, airy and nice, though he was strangely concerned when he saw the bedroom. "Single beds," he said, he thought to himself, but the words escaped. "You can choose, Ash," Boibeder said, sounding unconcerned though in reality he was very concerned. "We can leave them as they are, or push them together. Or you can even use the other bedroom if you really want. It's up to you." "Ok," Ash said, trying to sound as unconcerned as Boibeder, but while the man was in the shower, Ash rearranged the furniture. If he was to be Boibeder's boyfriend, single beds were not on the agenda! Boibeder smiled to himself when he came out of the shower. "That would have been my choice as well," he said and Ash went to freshen up with a definite feeling of having made a very good decision. Not a very moral decision, but a very good one! The restaurant was amazing, It was so posh. Ash had never been in anything like it, never dreamed of being in anything like it. In reality, it was just a good village restaurant, but to Ash it was luxury beyond dreams And even though it was so posh, at least half the people in there were dressed like him and Boibeder, jeans and casual shirt. There were some in suits and stuff, but no-one seemed at all bothered about those that weren't. And the noise! Ash had never heard anything like it. "Is it always this noisy?" he asked Boibeder. "First rule of Spanish bars. Go for the noisy ones. The quiet ones are quiet `cos nobody goes in them, and if no-one uses them they must be crap." Well, this one certainly wasn't crap, Ash decided, and the food wasn't crap either. Then they took a taxi back! They'd walked down, but Boibeder insisted he wasn't walking back and Ash, with the best part of half a bottle of wine inside him was just a little unsteady. "Never been in a taxi before," Ash whispered, careful not to get overheard by the driver, completely forgetting he couldn't speak a word of English. "Get used to it," Boibeder grinned. "Quite a lot of things you'll need to get used to." He had one or two in mind for later, but Ash missed the innuendo. As soon as they were in the apartment, Ash shed his jeans. Boibeder didn't like him in jeans he said squiffily to himself, so no jeans. Boibeder lost his as well and they sat, side by side, on the big sofa. A sofa big enough for four, but they made it do for two. Ash felt an arm slide round his shoulder and rapidly surrendered to the gentle pressure that brought him closer to the man he was now determined would become his `manfriend'. He sniggered a little at the invention of `manfriend'. "Something funny?" Boibeder asked. "No. Just `wow'", Ash said, "Fuckin' wow!" and snuggled in closer. Ten minutes of snuggling was all Ash could take, He took a deep mental breath, summoned up his courage, and as boldly as he could manage, said, knowing just how much of `that sort of boy' he was being, "You've only sucked me once today. Thought you wanted six." "I do," Boibeder grinned, with relief as much as anything else. "But only if you do." "I've got a boner," Ash pointed out. He didn't need to point it out, it was doing enough pointing of its own! "Don't want to turn you gay," Boibeder teased, sensing that teasing was safe. "Fuck off," Ash grinned, rose from the sofa and headed for the bedroom. It was amazing just how much wine could relax a boy! "You coming?" he called as he stripped and slithered into bed. "Not yet, but maybe later," Boibeder answered, causing Ash to snigger and say in reply, "I will be if you don't hurry up." Boibeder noted how Ash had organised the beds, together and now with the duvets arranged so there was just the one. They were doubles on both beds, so one was enough to cover them both. He left the light on while he stripped, noticing that this time Ash was looking and that his eyes were focussed on Boibeder's crutch with its six plus, thick, Viagra hardened cock. Then he was in beside the boy, light off and naked, slender fourteen year old in his arms. This time Ash was not passive, he reached between then, found Boibeder's erection and pushed it between his thighs, clamping them round it, Pressed as close to the man as he could get Ash whispered those words that all boylovers dream of hearing, "Do anything you want to me." Boibeder resisted the urge to repeat `anything' whispering back instead, "Even if it's gay?" Ash sniggered in his ear, "I'm a boy, aren't I, so it had better be gay." His mouth stayed closed only for moments when their lips met, then it opened at the first probing of Boibeder's tongue, first accepting it, then welcoming it and finally fighting back, his own tongue going just as deep into Boibeder's mouth. He didn't know why he did it, it just seemed the right thing to do. Charges shot through him, his groin ached with an ache he'd never had before and his body surrendered, melting into the man who held him. "Going to take you where you never knew existed," Boibeder whispered to him when their mouths finally parted."Anything you don't like, just tell me." "I will," Ash whispered back, "In a year or two." He couldn't wait for those things from last night to happen again, for Boibeder's mouth to do those things to his nipples, his groin and his legs, and he didn't have to wait long. Soon he was just a moaning fourteen year old, lost in the pleasure that an experienced man can give a boy, writhing and stretching, tensing and gasping as Boibeder's mouth worked its magic on him. "If this is what being gay is about," he thought, "Then it's fine by me." He wanted Boibeder's mouth round his cock, he wanted, no, needed to be sucked but it didn't happen. His position was changed, he was turned onto his stomach and his arse cheeks parted just before the world went mad and he exploded. Boibeder, knowing the time was right, plunged his tongue into the boy's crack, flicking it round the edges of his puckered hole and then delving for his very centre, licking that most hidden of places and giving him sensations and feelings that no virgin, only just fourteen year old, boy could even dream of. When that tongue went further, probing at his hole and finally opening and entering it he went so hard it almost hurt, and Boibeder's hand, now round his so solid young cock, provided not relief, but even more need. Ash had no idea how long this went on for, had no idea he was moaning and gasping and that his moans and gasps just made Boibeder's tongue try to go deeper and deeper which just made him moan and gasp even more. Another change of position – Boibeder's jaw could eat no more of the delicious meal- he was on his side, mouth at last round him and a finger, he knew it was a finger, pushing at his wet and slightly opened hole. He felt a strange sensation, not pain, but certainly strong, flood through him as the resistance of his anal muscles proved unable to keep out the invader, and then, without his bidding, dragged the finger deep inside him, More of a muted yell than a moan as something went wild inside him and his rock solid cock rammed itself deep into Boibeder's willing mouth. He felt his balls drawing up, his groin almost painful and then he exploded again, this time for real, pumping his day long stored load into the man's mouth, pumping and pumping till his cock hurt, got so sensitive it had to come out from the warm wet bliss it was living in. He felt the finger leave him, felt the emptiness it left behind, felt the painful sensitivity of his cock, and felt exhausted. He clung to Boibeder as the throes of his orgasm slowly subsided. He sat up at Boibeder's prompting and gratefully accepted the cigarette that Boibeder eased between his lips then cuddled in close to his man as they smoked in silence. "Is being gay always like that?" he asked when he could both manage to speak and smile. "No," Boibeder whispered. "Sometimes it's even better." Fag finished, he snuggled into Boibeder and drifted off to sleep, wondering vaguely, if three hundred boys before him had felt anything like this. 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. joshcock@hotmail.com