Date: Tue, 31 Aug 2010 16:06:56 +0000
From: Josh Long <joshcock@hotmail.com>
Subject: Rob Boibeder Did Not Pick Up Hitchikers 8

Ash leaned forward and picked up his beer. The film they'd been watching
had just ended and he was snuggled on the sofa, close to Boibeder, as he
was every evening. He was naked, as usual, in fact in the week he'd been
there, he'd only worn clothes to go shopping, and sometimes, out for
lunch. The moment he got back to the villa, he stripped. And when he did
wear clothing it was the very minimal -- shirt, shorts, socks and
trainers. He hadn't worn underwear at all since that morning in the hotel
when Boibeder suggested he try going commando.

Boibeder didn't insist he go naked around the villa; that was Ash's
decision. He knew Boibeder liked him naked, so naked he was. Simple,
really. Anyway, Ash liked it as well. A week ago he'd never have dreamed
about going around naked if he was on his own, let alone so a man could
look at him, and, to be fair, do a lot more than just look.

He moved carefully so as not to disturb Boibeder's hand which was resting
on his inner thigh, something else Ash wouldn't have dreamed of happening
to him a week ago, and something else he knew he now liked and didn't want
to go without.

A lot had happened to Ash in the week since Boibeder had stopped for him on
the A350, being kicked out of home and swapping a miserable, uncared for
existence with his heroin addicted mother for a life in southern Spain with
a nearing seventy year old, self confessed, boy lover who paid him as much
attention as his affection starved psyche could dream of, being just the
start!

He'd gone from being a sexually innocent only just no longer thirteen year
old to an, if not that experienced, at least sexually much more aware, only
just no longer thirteen year old. And he'd discovered, very, very quickly,
that he liked sex, or at least, all the sex he'd tried so far!

Sure, at first he'd worried, or perhaps panicked was a better word, about
doing `gay' things, but Boibeder had explained that he had nothing to worry
about there. He wasn't being `gay', he was just being a normal, healthy
teenager, experimenting and having fun doing it. Nothing wrong with
experimenting -- if it didn't work out you just marked it down to
experience and headed off in another direction.

And, so far, the experiment was working just fine, thank you! But, and it
was a major sized `but', he was well aware that the experiment was far from
over.

Ash was not a stupid boy, far from it. He could work a lot of things out
for himself. On a purely physical level, getting sucked, cuddled and kissed
was a whole lot more fun than wanking on his own.

At another level, being woken with a blow job, then brought tea to have in
bed with a morning fag while Boibeder made breakfast for him, which he then
had outside in the sun with the birds chirping and playing in the trees,
beat getting up in the dark and cold, searching for something, anything, to
eat while his drug raddled mother was still out cold, by such a distance
that no comparison was really possible.

After breakfast, which usually took the best part of an hour by the time
they'd had a second coffee -- yes, Ash had discovered the delights of real
Spanish coffee - and a leisurely, post breakfast smoke, Ash would clear
away and wash up and when Boibeder went off for his morning round of golf,
Ash would sweep through the villa, the balcony and the terrace around their
pool, a chore that could sometimes take up to thirty minutes. Then he had
about three of hours to himself before he threw on shorts and shirt and
waited for the taxi to come and take him down to the clubhouse to join
Boibeder for a chat with their neighbours, a mixture of visitors and other
members, and a tapas lunch.

Ash was thrilled by the neighbours, some Spanish and a couple of English
plus another two Scots and a handful of Swedes. Boibeder had told them most
of the truth, that he'd found Ash at the roadside and, having learned what
had happened to cause him to be there, had decided to look after him till
it could be worked out what to do for the best for him. He'd omitted to
tell them that the roadside had been in England and that Ash slept with
him, but then, they didn't need to know all the details.

They'd all just welcomed him, sympathised with him, and told him how lucky
he was that it'd been Boibeder and not the police who found him, and that
part Ash agreed with wholeheartedly! He hadn't yet learned that the
majority of his neighbours tried to keep well away from the police!

A couple of days ago, while Boibeder was out playing golf, Ash had
discovered Boibeder's porn collection, and, naturally, being a normal and
increasingly horny, teenager, he'd looked at some of the DVD's.

They had been, to say the least, educational. Ash now knew in some detail
exactly what his bum was for! His amazement that boys could take full size
man cocks up there had been equalled only by the amazement that they
seemed, judging by their facial expressions, to actually enjoy it!

Ash's naturally logical mind had taken into account that when Boibeder used
his tongue and fingers there it gave him feelings he couldn't describe, and
came to the conclusion that those feelings must be even more indescribable
when it was a cock causing them, but, and there it was again, he didn't
know if he wanted cock up his arse, or was it he shouldn't want cock up his
arse?  It was something he needed to talk to Boibeder about.

He needed to talk to Boibeder about a whole lot of things that had to do
with sex and about how he could best please the man who was being so good
to him. Ash wanted to please him. He'd proved that to himself when he
watched the porn. Looking at pictures of naked boys, of boys playing with
other boys, of men and boys together, had got him very, very hard and,
naturally, he'd started to wank but he'd stopped before reaching the point
of no return. His cum belonged to Boibeder and he wasn't going to cheat him
of it by tossing himself off. He'd kept it till they got back from the
clubhouse, though his balls had been aching for release, and he had spunked
almost as soon as his cock was in Boibeder's mouth.



"Rob," he said, "Can we talk?"

"Sure, Ash," Boibeder said easily, though his stomach gave a little
lurch. Was something bothering the boy? "What's on your mind?"

Ash didn't answer at once. His confidence had grown in the week he'd been
with Boibeder but he was still only just fourteen and boys that age don't
find it easy to turn thoughts into words.

Boibeder waited patiently till the boy was ready, and, at last, Ash said,

"Am I sexy enough for you?"

Ash had studied a fair bit of Boibeder's porn collection, looked deeply at
the studio stills of teenage boys, mostly with far bigger cocks than his
own, with foreskins that retracted all the way, with bodies so much less
skinny than his own slender frame, and, frequently, with smooth, shaved
groins. In his mind, Ash was a dismal specimen beside those. Surely
Boibeder would prefer him to be more like them?

And in the videos, the boys had all done things with the men, sucked their
cocks and made it obvious they wanted to be fucked. Ash had done nothing
like that. He hadn't even wanked Boibeder, never made him cum.

Ash's question took Boibeder completely by surprise, he'd been expecting
the opposite, a request from the boy to do things less often, or to leave
out the bits that involved more than just his cock.

"Not exactly complaining, am I?" Boibeder said. "Boy cuddled up beside me,
boy naked. I'd call that fairly sexy."

"But am I sexy enough?" Ash repeated, then, "I've seen some of your
porn. Those boys are much better looking than me. They got bigger cocks,
shaved, an..."

"And they are pictures," Boibeder interrupted. "You are real."

"But I ain't got a big cock, an' I got pubes."

"Your cock is wonderful, I can get every millimetre of it I my mouth, and I
love that"

"But me skin don't pull back like theirs does."

"Which is exactly how I like it. Cocks look best when the skin don't peel
back and make it look like they been circumcised. I think cut cocks are
ruined cocks." Boibeder smiled and reached for Ash's foreskin, holding and
then twiddling it between fingers and thumb. "And you should have got the
idea I like playing with yours like this."

"Yeh, well," Ash blushed and started to harden.

"But me pubes..."

"Are so sexy," Boibeder finished for him. "Just a tiny bit to announce that
your balls are in full working order and that spunk is available for greedy
cocksuckers like me."

"An' I'm getting hair on me legs."

In truth, Ash's thighs had the faintest hint of down, visible if one looked
hard enough, but below the knee there was evidence of faint, fair, wispy
growth.

"Which I might be able to see through a microscope," Boibeder laughed. Then
he was serious.

"Ash, you have an incredibly sexy body. I can't get enough of looking at it
and feeling it."

"But you ain't got any pics of boys like me," Ash pointed out.

"True, but I wouldn't mind a few hundred of you to wank over when you're no
longer around."

Boibeder realised as he said it that he'd made a mistake, he saw Ash's eyes
moisten.

"You gonna get rid of me?" the boy quavered, his worst fears rising.

""That's something I will never do, Ash," Boibeder comforted him, "But you
will probably grow out of me."

"I won't," Ash protested hotly, "I won't; not ever!"

"Ash," Boibeder said softly, "You're fourteen. What you do when you're
fourteen may not be the same as what you want to do when you're
older. Feelings change."

"Mine won't," Ash said with all the committed passion of youth.

"You don't know just how much I hope that becomes true," Boibeder said
quietly, for himself as much as for Ash. "But they might. When you're
fifteen or sixteen or seventeen you might not want to be tied to an old
man."

"Bollocks!" Ash protested, sniffing back threatening tears.

"And if, or when, that happens, I give you a big cuddle, thank you for the
wonderful times you'd have given me and let you go."

The mood needed lightening, so Boibeder added with a soft smile, "And then
I look at the pics of you as a naked fourteen year old and wank myself
stupid."

"Dirty old man," Ash said with a snuffle.

"Don't worry about the future, Ash. Enjoy enjoying being fourteen. Enjoy
all the things you can do because you are fourteen and wait till you are
fifteen and then enjoy that just as much."

"But then I'll be all hairy and you won't want me."

"Wouldn't bet on either of those things," Boibeder grinned, moved his hand
from Ash's now soft again cock and gave him a big cuddle.

"You have a delicious, slender, old man cock hardening body, gorgeous,
smooth legs, mouth watering prick and you're bloody good looking as well."

"And so not sexy that I've not wanked you or sucked you or made you want to
fuck me," Ash blurted out.

"You can deal with my cock whenever you want," Boibeder smiled, "And you
don't know just how much I long to fuck you, to pop your cherry and ram my
cock inside your tight, tasty arse,"

Deliberately, Boibeder spoke crudely, steering away from the dangerous
ground of emotion and into the safer waters of simple, basic sex.

"Why haven't you, then?" Ash demanded, his boy's logic seeing only that if
he was sexy then Boibeder should have been unable to restrain himself from
doing the things he'd seen on those porn dvds.

"Because those things could wait till you were ready for them," Boibeder
explained carefully.  "If I'd made you suck me and cum in your mouth it
might have grossed you out. If I'd bent you over and fucked your arse
straight away it might have driven you away from me, and that," he paused
then said with slow emphasis, "Is not something I planned on happening."

This, Boibeder knew, was a turning point. Ash would either withdraw from
him or become his real bed boy, his boy slut, his boy whore. But Ash, and
Ash alone, had to choose. There was a third choice, a choice Boibeder could
not go near, could not, dare not mention. That Ash would throw himself into
love. He was, Boibeder knew, dangerously close to that, and if he took that
path then Boibeder would have no option but to keep him and protect him no
matter what.

"But I told you to do anything you wanted to me," Ash protested, so why
ain't you?"

"Facts, Ash," he said, being deliberately unemotional. "I picked you up
because you are a boy, a tasty looking boy that I thought might just
possibly provide me with a bit of company and with huge luck, a bit of cock
till you got where you needed to be. Then I found out a bit about you and
realised I might be in with a chance of getting more than just a quick
grope of your goodies, that I might have a chance of properly enjoying
you. You let me have that chance and you obviously liked having your
delicious cock sucked but then you were frightened that it might make you
gay."

"For whatever reason," and Boibeder gave no hint that he guessed Ash's
reason was a preparedness to exchange his body for security and some sort
of affection, "You put that fear in the background and let me have my
wicked, evil way with you and we both know we've both enjoyed what's been
happening. We have had lots of very enjoyable sex. I love having sex with
boys but I do have one very important rule, enjoy what the boy wants to
give and don't ask him for things he doesn't want to do, however much I
might want them. What I want doesn't matter, what the boy wants, does
matter."

"So what if I said no more sex?" Ash asked, testing.

"Then we'd work something out till you had somewhere to go where you'd feel
safer and I'd lust after your cock every second."

Ash grinned, "Don't worry," he almost giggled, "I'm not gonna miss out on
regular bj's."

"Glad to hear it," Boibeder smiled back.

"Honestly," Ash was an intelligent boy, still innocent in the ways of the
sexual world, but with his background, streetwise way beyond his years,
"What would your perfect dream boy be like?"

Boibeder thought carefully, a glib answer was not what Ash wanted.

"Fourteen," he said, and elaborated, "a young, adolescent colt, all arms
and legs, still very much a boy, not yet a youth; with more hormones on the
run than he can cope with. A boy who knows how important his cock is, to
him and to anyone he wants to share it with and wants to do all sorts of
things with it and have all sorts of things done to it. A boy who's
discovered sex and can't get enough of it, a boy who thinks of sex almost
all the time, who has the dirtiest mind there's ever been. A boy who knows
other boys are sexy as well and isn't afraid to know it. An absolute slut
of a boy in the bedroom and an angel in public."

"Don't know if I could pretend to be an angel," Ash giggled, then wondered
about finding other boys sexy. So far, such an idea hadn't entered his
head.

He wanted to ask, "Would you want him to be in love with you?" but he
didn't, in case the answer was `no'.

 "Will you fuck me, please?" he asked instead.

"In time," Boibeder said, "After you've sucked me and swallowed and then
fucked me with everything you've got."

"Me fuck you?" Ash almost gasped. That hadn't been in any of the porn he'd
watched!

"Oh, yes," Boibeder said feelingly, "I love being fucked by boys,
especially one who's only very just fourteen."

"Oh, shit!" Ash whispered and, unbidden, his cock leapt up in anticipation.

Boibeder lifted himself, pulled down his shorts and eased Ash's head down
towards his own up and ready cock, hoping that Viagra wouldn't let him
down.

"Let's start with a suck," Boibeder said hoarsely, his pulse racing at the
thought of Ash's young mouth round him.

Slowly Ash lowered his head towards Boibeder's groin, his mind a
turmoil. Boibeder's cock was huge; it wasn't really, Ash would come across
many bigger ones in years to come, but it was huge to Ash's eyes. His was a
slender four inch boycock, Boibeder's was over six inches and no way was it
slender, Ash doubted he'd even be able to get it in his mouth let alone do
any of the things Boibeder did to his!

What would it taste like? Yes, Boibeder loved Ash's cock, had it in his
mouth lots, but Ash's mouth had never been near a cock -- would it smell
and taste of piss or worse? And then there was spunk. Boibeder ate his and
Ash knew he had to eat Boibeder's if he sucked him. Boibeder liked it, but
that didn't mean Ash would. Boibeder liked anchovies and Ash thought they
were disgusting. He might find spunk disgusting, it might make him sick and
he'd puke up all over Boibeder and that would be gross for both of them.

He stopped, his mouth inches from Boibeder's hardness and composed
himself. He had to do it, he knew that, but did he want to? His mind was a
conflict, a confusion of thoughts that he didn't want to do it, didn't want
a man's cock in his mouth and a strange urge to go for it that was making
his blood race. Tentatively he reached for it with his hand, grasping it at
the base so he could hold it upright for his mouth to take it in.

It didn't feel like his own felt. There was no other sensation than just
the feel of hard, hot flesh in his hand, no accompanying sensation in his
groin that detracted from the sensations his hand was getting. When he held
his own his hand didn't matter, it was the feeling that hand gave to his
prick that dominated, now he was getting no distractions like that, he was
just feeling cock. And it felt different. Hard, but at the same time, not
hard. It was a hardness inside a softness, the softness of the skin around
the shaft and the shaft itself wasn't as hard as his own felt. Ash had no
understanding that cocks of his age got so much more solid than ones that
were fifty years older, and hard a lot more frequently as well!

It felt good, he realised with a minor flash of surprise. It somehow felt
better than holding his own and it encouraged Ash to continue.

Summoning his resolve and his courage, he shut his eyes, opened his mouth
and moved down the last few inches.

To his surprise it didn't really taste of anything, no different in flavour
than one of his own fingers. It didn't taste, but it certainly felt! It
filled his mouth, and he hadn't got down past the head. It wasn't like
kissing, when Boibeder's tongue was in his mouth, it was more. He couldn't
say how or why it was more, it just was. And it felt right, it felt good!

Without thinking, without consciously trying to mimic what Boibeder did to
him, he let his tongue slide round it as he held it in his mouth. He eased
his lips down further, prodded at the foreskin tip with his tongue and then
he slurped, bobbing his head up and down and lip wanking it.

He could feel the cock responding, stiffening and twitching as he sucked
and he liked it. He liked doing it and he liked the obvious effect he was
having. If Boibeder was enjoying being sucked as much as Ash did, then Ash
knew he was having fun and Ash was already trying to give as much pleasure
as he could. And getting too. Incredibly, he realised, sucking cock was
great.

He felt Boibeder's hand stroking his shoulder, tousling his hair,
encouraging him to continue, telling him he was doing things right and from
nowhere, Ash had a realisation. He wanted to make Boibeder cum, he had to
give him an orgasm, make him spunk, and spunk in his mouth! Something
inside him craved for it and he started wanking Boibeder as well as sucking
him, slowly at first and then faster and faster as the need to have that
cock erupt in his mouth became more than a need for Ash, it became the
reason he was there, the reason he was alive.

Then it happened. He felt the man's cock stiffen, he felt it twitch and he
actually felt the flow of sperm travel up the shaft before the cock jerked
and something wet and warm filled what space there was in his mouth,
coating his tongue and sliding towards his throat.

His palate analysed it, warm, wet, slippery, slimy even, salty in a way,
not salty in another way and he swallowed to make room for more, and this
time he really tasted it and somehow knew he was addicted.

Ash had become a cum eater, a fourteen year old, cocksucking cum
eater. He'd also made Boibeder a very happy boy lover in the process.

He took Boibeder's cock out of his mouth, inspected it, found some last
remaining drips and ate those as well.

"Was I any good?" he asked shyly, desperately hoping he had been.

"More than good, Ash," Boibeder whispered and Ash felt a warm glow of
pleasure. He'd done it! He'd done it good and, most surprisingly, he
enjoyed it. No problems with doing it again!

He relaxed happily into Boibeder's arms and really glowed with pleasure as
Boibeder told him what a very special boy he was and stroked his thigh. Ash
loved having his thighs stroked; at first, although it had felt nice, it
seemed odd that the man should pay so much attention to his legs, not just
with his hands but with his eyes as well. Now, after a week of such
attention, he realised Boibeder found boys' legs sexy, almost as sexy as
their cocks, and, after several studies of Boibeder's boy porn pics, he
found he thought legs sexy as well, boys' legs anyway. He also agreed with
Boibeder's opinion that legs should be smooth, no matter what their cocks
were like, the boys whose pics he'd looked at, the ones with hairy legs,
did nothing for him at all, the ones with smooth thighs got him hard. Ash
hoped desperately that his own thighs would stay smooth!

He felt a pang of disappointment when Boibeder stopped cuddling him and got
up, going into their bedroom, but he returned only moments later holding a
tub with a plunger and a small silver foil packet.

"Time for a lesson, Ash," Boibeder grinned at him as Ash looked puzzled.

"Time I had the pleasure of that gorgeous cock of yours fucking my brains
out."

"Uhh?" was all Ash could manage in reply. He'd just taken the giant step of
sucking Boibeder, now he was going to fuck him?

"Gonna guess you not had a fuck yet, Ash," Boibeder said and Ash shook his
head. Never had a fuck? Never been anywhere within shouting distance of a
fuck was more like it!

"So it's time you did. Boys shouldn't stay virgins past their thirteenth
birthdays, don't want to miss out on teenage fun."

Ash hadn't had much in the way of teenage fun of any variety, and none at
all of the sexual kind until a week ago, so he was well up for some
catching up, and, anyway, his cock was still rigid after the experience of
sucking Boibeder's cum out.

"Lube, Ash," Boibeder said passing the tub across. "You can't fuck arse
easily without lube, especially a boy, `cos boys are really tight fits and
you want to slide into them, not batter your way in."

Ash nodded, not understanding much about what Boibeder was saying.

"And condom. Always put a condom on."

Ash knew enough from his very basic school sex ed lessons to know you were
supposed to wear a condom to stop getting girls pregnant, but boys don't
get pregnant, so why did you need one?

"Using your cock is fun," Boibeder explained, "But it can be risky. You
heard of STD's?"

Ash nodded, he'd heard a bit.

"Some are fairly minor, some are killers, so you never take a risk. You
don't know how many cocks have been in the hole you're gonna fuck or who
they belonged to, so don't take a chance. You and I are OK, `cos I know I'm
clean and your cock's not been anywhere yet except in my mouth, so we will
have the odd bareback fuck, but most of the time we'll use these so you get
in the habit."

Ash nodded, entranced.

"And you never, never, never, let anyone else fuck you if they aren't
wearing a raincoat, understand?"

Again, Ash nodded. What chance, he thought, was there of anyone else
fucking him?

Carefully, following Boibeder's instructions, he managed to get the thing
on, giggling all the time.

Boibeder knelt on the sofa, showing Ash his arse, and Ash, still following
instructions, put lube on his finger and transferred it to Boibeder's hole.

"Slide your finger in, Ash," Boibeder instructed, and he did, amazed when
the slight resistance of Boibeder's hole gave way and his finger was almost
pulled right inside, inside to a hot, slippery velvet glove.

"Wow," he exclaimed.

"Fine, now, slowly out with your finger, line your cock up and push it
slowly in."

He did, holding the base of his teenage prick to keep it aimed straight,
felt the resistance, felt it give and his prick slipped to where his finger
had been. It'd felt good for his finger, but this sensation was way beyond
words! Having his cock in Boibeder's mouth was magical, this was the same
magic times how many hundred?

He held it still, partly because his brain was trying to register the flood
of new sensations, and partly because, having never fucked before, he had
no idea what to do. Instinct told him to move his hips, it must have done
because his hips moved without his command, pushing his boy rod in as deep
as it would go, and as it did, his nerve endings sent message overload back
to his brain. Brain demanded more, so hips eased back then thrust down
again, flooding brain with more sensory overload.

Dimly he heard Boibeder sigh and whisper,

"Let yourself go, Ash, fuck me with everything you've got."

The body beneath him, the body to which he was now joined, eased from
kneeling to lying full length, and Ash, unconsciously, followed it down,
not wanting his prick to leave the hot, velvet sheath that enclosed it.

"Fuck me, Ash, fuck my brains out," Boibeder croaked, and Ash did, rising
and falling on the body beneath him, fucking by instinct until he was
consumed by primal fuck lust, slamming his cock in as hard and deep as he
could, pulling it back, almost out, then ramming it savagely back home.

He had no thought for Boibeder, no concern or consideration for the man,
uncaring about his possible pain, discomfort or even pleasure.

Boibeder's groans and moans went unheard, his mind never registered that
the contractions and relaxations of the velvet sheath he was embedded in,
movements that just made him want to fuck harder and faster, were
deliberate, designed to increase his own pleasure, they just happened as he
drove in and pulled out.

From a great distance he heard a voice telling him not to cum too soon, to
hold still if he felt his spunk rising till it went back down again, then
resume his movements to pull it back up from his balls.

His voice, or someone else's? Ash didn't know or care, he just knew he
wanted this to go on and on and if he spermed too soon it would all come to
an end.

So he clenched all his muscles when he felt his sperm move in his balls,
forced it to stay, not to rise and spurt, and then started again.

He never heard his own moans and gasps of pure animal pleasure, never heard
Boibeder's encouragement, he heard only the blood pounding in his head
until he could hold on no longer, until the need to release his sperm,
bring relief to his aching balls, could no longer be resisted and he jetted
burst after burst inside that hot, velvet glove with a shout he never heard
that released breath and spunk in one almighty orgasm that left him lying
exhausted on the body beneath him.

Hours, minutes later he was again wrapped in Boibeder's arms, his body
still shuddering from an orgasm so vast that he could imagine none would
ever equal. He accepted the offered cigarette, smoked it, at first with
little idea he was doing so, until he returned to reality.

"Enjoy?" Boibeder asked, unnecessarily.

"Jesus fuckin' Christ," Ash barely managed to say. "Is it always like
that?"

Then, curious, "Is it like that fucking a girl?"

"Depends what turns you on," Boibeder answered. "Cunt is a good fuck if you
like girls, but arse is better. And boy arse is best of all."

Ash couldn't argue, couldn't ask why, he just fell asleep.

If you've managed it this far, you'll probably be anticipating that it will
be Ash's turn next, and I'd hate to disappoint you!



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