Date: Mon, 6 Sep 2010 19:33:10 +0000
From: Josh Long <joshcock@hotmail.com>
Subject: Rob Boibeder did not pick up hitchikers 10

Boibeder was content. He had every reason to be content, he reflected,
taking a sip of his afternoon gin and tonic. It was still warm enough to
sit outside, naked as always, and, in addition to the warmth, his G and T
and the cigar he was smoking, he had a fourteen year old boy between his
legs happily sucking his cock. It wasn't a suck for spunk, it was just a
suck for the pleasure of having a boy suck his cock and, for the boy, the
pleasure of having cock in his mouth.

Young Ash had come a long way in the weeks he had been with Boibeder, from
a sexually shy, only just fourteen year old who was just about prepared to
give his cock in exchange for security, to a confident, sexually aware,
cock loving toy boy. He'd first discovered he liked being naked and played
with, then accepted that his body gave him pleasure when it was being
attended to and finally come to appreciate that he liked cock as well, and
since Boibeder's cock was the only one available, he was more than happy to
have it in his hands, in his mouth and, best of all, in his arse.

There was, though, one final step to take, one more confession of the
desires Boibeder's skilful training had awakened in him. He had understood
it when Boibeder first fucked him, agonised about it for days and now was
ready to confess it. He had worried when he first realised he enjoyed sex
with Boibeder, worried about being `gay', flustered about enjoying allowing
a man to use him when all his background and peer culture insisted that was
`wrong'. Those worries had disappeared as Boibeder slowly convinced him
that it was just `sex' and boys, all boys, needed sex with a big, big,
need. It made no difference to his body if the sex was with cock or tit,
cunt or arse, it was all several steps up from lonely wanking, and a
million times more fun. Now he knew there was one particular type of sex he
wanted, at least, wanted to try, and it was time to tell Boibeder about it,
time to find out how his man reacted.

Ash eased his mouth off Boibeder's rod and rested his head on the man's
thigh, looking at the balcony tiles.

"Rob," he said, "You like boys, don't you." A statement rather than a
question.

Boibeder stroked the boy's hair, encouraging him to continue.

"I reckon that's a reasonable way of putting it," he agreed.

"And you like them young, don't you."

"Youngish," Boibeder corrected, "Not keen on the ones still in nappies."

"No, dickhead," Ash grinned despite himself, he was, after all, trying to
be serious. "I mean you prefer young to older."

"Teens you mean?" Boibeder asked, not intending Ash to reply. "Yeh, young,
smooth, spunking teens. Definitely the best flavour."

"You ever had one that wasn't spunking yet?" Ash asked, getting closer to
the area he was concerned about.

"Couple," Boibeder confessed.

"How old were they?"

"Thirteen," Boibeder told him, then added, "And if I'd come across you a
few months earlier it might have been three at a guess."

Ash blushed at the awareness that Boibeder was closer to the truth than he
knew.  Ash's first squirt had been only a few weeks before Boibeder first
took him in his mouth.

"How young would you go?" Ash asked, boldly.

Boibeder had no idea where this was going, imagined it was just Ash being
curious. He'd encouraged the boy to talk about sex; boys talking dirty were
boys he liked to listen to.

"I like spunk, Ash, lovely, tasty boyspunk."

"Tell me about it!" Ash grinned. "You've eaten enough of mine."

"And very nice it is, too," Boibeder grinned back and stroked Ash's head
again.

"Would you go with something you knew couldn't spunk?" This was the
question Ash needed answering. He had to know the thoughts that had been
building in his mind would not be condemned by the man he'd given himself
to.

"Guess if I found a naked ten or eleven year old in my bed I'd get his
mouth working," Boibeder confessed after a moment's thought.

Ash breathed a silent sigh of relief. He was safe.

"And how old would you go?" he asked.

"Difficult one to answer, really," Boibeder told him truthfully. "I've had
a few lads eighteen to twenty odd who were very acceptable. Still slim and
smooth. And I've been disappointed by some who were sixteen or even fifteen
`cos when I got their jeans off they were hairy as fuck."

Ash turned his head and gave Boibeder's semi a kiss.

"Guess I'd better not get hairy legs, then," he grinned.

"First signs an' I'll buy you a razor as a hint," Boibeder grinned back.

"Deal," Ash agreed, then said what he really wanted to say.

"Rob," he paused, took a deep breath and confessed, "I want to do it with a
boy."

"Cool," Boibeder said, secretly delighted. If young Ash was turning his
thoughts to boys that was fine by him.

"I want to keep doing it with you as well," Ash hurried to point out in
case Boibeder got the wrong idea. "I love you kissing and cuddling me,
sucking and fucking me. I don't want that to stop."

"Glad to hear it," Boibeder chuckled.

"But I do want to try a boy."

"Not a girl?" Boibeder tested.

"No way!" Ash dismissed the thought vehemently. "Bollocks to girls, I want
real sex."

"Ok," Boibeder pacified him. "You fancy a boy. Any particular one?"

"No. Just a boy. Younger than me."

"Ahh," Boibeder understood now why Ash had asked about how young he'd
go. How young was acceptable.

"How much younger?"

"Not too much.  Ten, twelve, thirteen."

"Mmmm," Boibeder encouraged. "Might not be spunking."

"Not bothered," Ash blushed. "I want to fuck one."

"Ahh," Boibeder said again.

"I'd go with older boys as well, but that'd be different."

"Why's that?"

"Older ones I'd be doing their cocks."

"Got you," Boibeder agreed. "You like older teen cock but you want young
arse to fuck."

"Yeh," Ash agreed, relieved Boibeder understood. Then, worried again,
"That's ok isn't it? Not wrong?"

"Not wrong at all, Ash," Boibeder reassured him. "Something young and tight
to get your dick into and something thick and juicy to suck on. Seems
pretty reasonable to me."

Ash hugged Boibeder's thigh.

"Love you," he said meaningfully.

"Quite fond of you as well," Boibeder grinned, "And the hornier you get the
fonder I get."

"Sure you don't mind? Me wanting to do it with boys as well as you?"

"Not the slightest. Especially if you find tasty ones and I can share."

"Dirty old man," Ash chirped happily.

"Sexy little fuck," Boibeder responded. "Now get your mouth back to work."

"Know one of the things I really like about you?" Boibeder asked later,
cuddling the, naked as usual, Ash as they watched the slide show of naked
teens parade across the 42 inch tv screen.

"Um" Ash pretended to think, "My long, smooth, slender thighs, perhaps?" he
teased.

"Yeh, they're ok, I `spose," Boibeder teased back and reached a hand for
the nearest boy leg.

"My nice, smooth balls?" Ash knew Boibeder's hand would move up to cup
them, which was the reason he'd mentioned their existence.

"Nice balls, true," Boibeder's hand did as expected.

"My getting hard, four and three quarter inch long, slender, tight
foreskinned cock, perhaps?" Which, of course, led Boibeder's hand to the
rapidly stiffening item.

"Well, there is a quarter of an inch more of it for me to enjoy than there
was a month ago," Boibeder agreed, softly stroking Ash to full hardness.

"Definitely not the fact that my pubes are starting to spread," Ash
observed.

"No, might have to do something about them soon," Boibeder confirmed.

"All off or just trimmed?" Whilst Ash, like any fourteen year old boy, was
proud of his developing pubes, he was well aware that thick nests were not
Boibeder's favourite, and if the man wanted him bald that was fine by him.

"Trimmed for now," Boibeder said, contentedly playing with Ash while the
boy pics moved across the screen.

"Is it than I can deep throat you now?" Ash indeed, had become very
proficient with his mouth.

"Certainly a useful attribute," Boibeder agreed, thinking just how good it
felt when Ash swallowed him whole.

"Or that I fuck like a rabbit?" Ash indeed, did do just that! One
penetration had been enough to get him totally and utterly hooked.

"Important," Boibeder agreed again. "But most important of all is that you
got the most gloriously filthy mind."

Ash giggled. It was true. A month ago it had been well hidden, even, most
of the time, from Ash himself, but Boibeder had liberated him mentally as
well as physically. Now they spent a lot of time looking at porn, talking
about their fantasies of what they'd like to do with the boys they admired
on the screen.

"Only since I met you," Ash retorted when his giggles subsided. "I was a
good boy till then."

"Yeh, "Boibeder said with more than just a hint of sarcasm, "Good at
pretending to be good."

"No, it's true," Ash insisted, parting his legs a bit so Boibeder could get
better access to his balls, "I never even thought about being naked for a
man to play with me till you started me."

"Yeh," Boibeder said again, "And it took ages to persuade you, didn't it."

"Same as its ages since you sucked me," Ash retorted, his last orgasm a
dim, distant, three hour old memory.

"Fucking hell," Boibeder exclaimed, "You're greedier than me!"

"I'm younger," Ash explained. "When I'm old like you I `spect I'll slow
down a bit."

"Don't bank on it," Boibeder grinned, "Especially if you've found a tasty
bit of young boyflesh to play with."

"Shouldn't you be playing with mine instead of chattin'?" Ash asked, his
now hard cock pointing enticingly in Boibeder's direction.

"Just interested in knowing if you got any particular kid in mind,"
Boibeder teased, "Or if it's a case of `any boy will do'."

"Might have," Ash grinned and blushed at the same time.

"Tell," Boibeder demanded, his interest as well as his cock, aroused.

"Only if you suck me," Ash teased back.

"Tell me while I suck you," Boibeder suggested, moving so he could swallow
Ash's erect delight.

"Deal," Ash sniggered, the snigger turning to a sigh as Boibeder's lips
closed round him.

"Those people in the next villa," Ash said softly as Boibeder slurped on
his rod, "They got a well horny looking kid."

Boibeder came off Ash for a moment, glanced up at him and gave a smile of
satisfied adoration.

"Dutch," he said, adding, "That means the kid might well be up for what
you've got in mind."

"Cool," Ash breathed and put a hand on Boibeder's head, encouraging him to
return to his duty. "Let's invite them round; I really fancy fucking him."

"Good boy," Boibeder smiled, leaving Ash's cock just long enough to say
it. "Always wanted to have a boyfriend who likes shagging other boys."

"You got one," Ash breathed contentedly, "Or, at least, you will have once
I've found out for certain that boys are a better fuck than old men."

"Believe me, Ash," Boibeder paused in his sucking again, "Boys are the best
fucks there are."

"But old men suck amazingly," Ash sighed as Boibeder returned to his oral
stimulation and slow extraction of the boy's sperm.

"Fuck being straight," Ash thought, "Plenty of time for that later if I
turn that way again."

He closed his eyes, dreaming of a slender, blond boy and wallowing in the
feelings Boibeder was giving him.

"No," he corrected himself as he felt his spunk starting to move, "Just
fuck being straight!"

"Nice one," Ash commented as images of young boys faded temporarily from
his mind and he watched Boibeder savour and swallow his spunk. "I don't
know why, but it really is horny watching you eat my cum," he observed.

"Hornier than feeding it to me?" Boibeder grinned, traces of Ash's offering
still visible on his tongue.

"Dunno," Ash mused, "It sorta completes it somehow, if you know what I
mean."

"Certainly completes it for me," Boibeder smiled, licking the last traces
from his lips; "Nothing quite like tasty boycream fresh from the cock."

"You really are a disgustingly dirty old man," Ash sniggered happily, "And
you've turned me into a disgustingly dirty young boy. All I ever think
about now is sex."

"And specifically, sex with young, smooth, virgin boys," Boibeder smiled,
returning to their pre-suck conversation.

"Don't care if they're not virgin," Ash clarified, "As long as they're a
year or two younger than me. Praps if they've been fuckin' since they were
six they'd be easier to get."

"Certainly easier to get into," Boibeder retorted, and reached for his
tobacco. "So you fancy that Dutch kid, do you?"

"I think he's well hot, don't you?"

"Bit young for me, to be honest, I should think he's no more than ten or
eleven...... certainly nowhere near old enough to be spunking yet."
Boibeder rolled himself a cigarette and raised his eyebrows in Ash's
direction, asking if he wanted one as well.

"I'll have a tailor made," Ash said, and then returned to the discussion of
the boy in the next villa.

"I don't care about that," Ash said, honestly; it wasn't spunk that he
craved for, it was tight, young hole to pump his own spunk into. His
sexually innocent, and indeed ignorant, early adolescence had been torn
apart by Boibeder's visual and physical adoration of his developing young
body, torn apart, ripped up and left to marinade in a mixture of cum and
the ways to produce it. The fermentation of this potent mix had produced a
fourteen year old who regarded sex as something that was male orientated
and male shared. His stares at naked females, young and older, had stirred
no feelings of lust and desire in him; his looks at naked males had the
opposite effect. Boibeder liked boys, he liked the feel of young flesh, and
so, Ash concluded, the obvious objects of his own desires should be boys,
and boys younger than himself so he could experience the feel of young
flesh as well. It hadn't taken long to turn Ash from near homophobe into a
panting boy hunter.

"I want to fuck him, not suck him," Ash pointed out. "I'll probably want
spunk as much as you do when I'm older, but now I just want to fuck."

"And fuck something young," Boibeder grinned.

"Yeh, why not?" Ash demanded. "You like fucking them young, so why
shouldn't I?"

"No reason at all, Ash," Boibeder dragged on his cigarette and blew the
smoke out slowly, "I told you before, boys are the best fucks going."

"Cool," Ash grinned, "You fuck me, I'll fuck him."

"But don't forget, I like you fucking me as well," Boibeder stared
meaningfully at the teenager, "So even if you do get to shag him, you're
not excused from fucking me."

"Course not!" Ash snorted, "Fucking you is great, but I just want a young
hole to shag as well."

"Permission granted," Boibeder smiled. "Now we have to work out how you can
land him."

"Yeh, I guess," Ash hadn't thought about that part, his imagination had
seen the boy happily surrendering his hole and completely missed out on the
lead up. He hadn't even spoken to the boy yet, not seen him closer than at
the end of the garden of the next door villa.

"We could invite them round for an afternoon, beers and tapas on the patio
for the adults while you and he play in the pool," Boibeder suggested.

"Not gonna get him bending over for me, though, is it," Ash said, his
thoughts again going to the concluding event and missing out on the
preparation.

"Unlikely," Boibeder agreed, "But it will give you a chance to get to know
him a bit, check if he's possible bed material."

"Great," Ash snorted dismissively.

"And also make it possible for me to suggest to his parents that if there's
anywhere special they'd like to go, and sightseeing or stuff, they can
always leave the boy here to play with you if they'd prefer to be on their
own."

"Yeh," Ash muttered, starting to see where things might lead.

"And swimming naked in the pool is always a good start, might well lead to
doing other things naked, and if he shows any interest in your delicious
cock, then nature will do the rest."

"Wicked," Ash breathed, already visualising himself talking the boy into
skinny dipping in the pool, followed by fucking anywhere convenient,
probably at the poolside; "That is brilliant," he smiled, face lighting up
like a lantern. "Set it up now," he demanded.

"Yes, my lord," Boibeder gave a mock sigh, softened it with a smile and
rose to go inside to make the call, his heart dancing with the
understanding that he had, indeed, succeeded in his intention and `turned'
Ash. If the boy had no interest in female anatomy and was longing to plunge
his fourteen year old cock into tight, young boyhole, then the prospects
for the next year or two seemed very rosy!

He returned with a smile and two cans of cold beer.

"Tomorrow afternoon," he said offhandedly, "So drink that and then give my
balls a decent tongue bath. You need the practice if you're gonna deal with
a tasty young boy."

"Told you it's his arse I'm interested in," Ash pointed out. Not that he
was averse to dealing with Boibeder's balls, but he was fourteen, so being
a bit perverse was part of his nature.

"Balls before hole, Ash," Boibeder explained, "You might not get much of a
kick out of giving him a tongue bath, but he'll love it, and once he's well
into that, he'll be easy to turn over."

"An' I thought you started on me front `cos you liked me cock," Ash mock
pouted. "Didn't realise it was just so you could get at me arse later."

"Of course it was," Boibeder shrugged, "Only ever really interested in
fucking you, just deal with your cock to get you in the mood."

"Which, considering you've hardly fucked me at all yet, is a fairly obvious
lie," Ash giggled.

"Seem to recall giving you a couple of injections," Boibeder put on an
expression as though he was trying to remember.

"Which, considering my arse is yours any time you want, is almost
insulting; if you actually liked fucking me, you'd be up there two or three
times a day!"

"If I could get it up there that often I'd be well happy," Boibeder
grinned, " But those days are well past: cost a fortune in pills now."

They both collapsed in giggles at the image of Boibeder swallowing jar
after jar of purple pills in the vain search for an all day long erection.

"An' you'd rattle when you shagged me," Ash giggled.

"Don't think I'm gonna rattle, but I do rather fancy getting up there,"
Boibeder suggested, the discussion of young Ash's sexual desires creating a
fancy for his tight, young arse.

"How d'you want me?" Ash asked, somewhat surprised himself by his instant
eagerness for cock inside him.

"Here, on your back, legs up," Boibeder was hardening at the thought and
didn't want to waste it by spending time organising anything other than an
immediate entry; even the necessary finger stretching might take too long,
and rimming was most definitely out of the question if he was to make the
most of the best erection he'd had for ages.

"Where's the lube?" Ash, at least, was practical.

"By the bed, usual place."

"I'll get it," the boy said, and leapt up, dashing inside and returning
almost immediately with the required item. "No time for a rubber, I want
that in me while it's still solid."

He lubed himself and coated Boibeder's weapon, then adopted the required
position.

"Straight in," he demanded, "No pissing about with fingers an' stuff, just
shove it straight in."

"You're still well tight, Ash."

"Don't give a shit! Shove it in and fuck me stupid. An' I don't care if it
hurts, I want that hard cock inside me. NOW!" Ash had only one answer to
the demands that were racing through his body, dominating his mind; why
they should so suddenly have appeared, taken him over, he had no idea, the
only thing he knew was that he needed Boibeder in him, and not in him in a
gentle, loving way, he needed to be taken, used, forced almost.

Boibeder entered the unstretched boy as gently as he could, holding himself
hard against the first line of defence until the pressure of his cock head
eventually forced the gates to open and he began to slip inside.

"Aaaaarrrrggghhhh," Ash gave a muffled scream as cock penetrated him.

"You ok, Ash?" Boibeder paused in his entry.

"Fuckin' no," the boy spat out, "You stopped! Shove it in all the way!"

Boibeder followed orders, but as carefully as he could manage, and that was
difficult; the rampant, urgent demands of the boy driving him beyond any
thoughts other than fucking.

"Ooooooooooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh yeeeeeeeeeeeeeesssssssssssssss," the boy
moaned as he felt the full, thick length inside him, filling him, taking
him over until his whole world was just cock in his hole. He began moving,
making that rod inside him slide in and out, driving himself onto
Boibeder's cock, trying to force it in deeper than it had ever gone, and
trying, as well, to drive Boibeder beyond the point of caring about him, to
fuck him like he would fuck a slut he'd paid for, because he'd paid for Ash
and Ash wanted, needed, to be his slut.

Boibeder felt the hot, velvet grip of the boy's insides, a feeling he had
relished for fifty years, a feeling no cunt could ever equal, no cunt
except a boy's cunt, and, dimly understanding the boy's need to be
ravished, he fucked him, fucked him like he hadn't fucked a boy for many
long years.

He wanted to hear the boy moan and gasp, to wail and demand more, and Ash
obliged, driving his arse onto Boibeder's cock with moans and demands.

"Fuck me properly," he demanded, gasping the words out; "Treat me like a
boy, not some stupid girl! Fuck me stupid, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck
me, fuck me."

Boibeder fucked him. He gripped the boy's ankles, managed to get himself on
his toes, and drove his cock hard down inside the boy, harder than he'd
fucked since he was a young man; and in his mind now, he was a young man in
the full glory of his potency, slamming his cock into the boy under him,
pulling back and driving in again, time and time again until his spunk rose
and burst from him, flooding the boy's insides.

"YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!" Ash screamed as he felt the
cock inside him swell and burst, a hot gush in his bowels, his man's spunk
coating his insides.

"Ooooooooooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
yeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeesssssssssssssss," he moaned as the orgasm inside
him subsided and the pole that had impaled him began to soften.

"Oooooooooooooooooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhh
fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuucckkkk," Boibeder moaned when he could grab
enough breath to moan.



His arse was bruised; it didn't hurt, but it was a bit awkward to sit and
he certainly didn't want anything in there for a bit – even Boibeder's
tongue would be a bit much for a while. He lay on the soft sun mattress by
the pool, watching Boibeder at the grill, preparing lunch, gambas en ahilo
for starters, to be followed by enough grilled pork for five – or just
enough for Boibeder and one, always hungry, boy.

`P'raps it's the sex that makes me hungry,' Ash mused to himself, "Need
loadsa protein so I can spunk up enough for him."

How his life had changed! Living in, what to him, was luxury in a villa
above Marbella instead of in a dingy, dirty Victorian slum in Trowbridge:
living with a man who wanted him and cuddled him, instead of a mother who
was always cursing and swinging at him; naked and proud of it instead of
almost terrified of the sight of the cock he'd previously felt a bit guilty
about wanking- even though that hadn't stopped him from dealing with it on
a regular basis. He idly wondered if Boibeder would have the inclination,
or indeed the energy, to suck him after lunch; spunk before coffee, as
normal.

It was wondering about that, that brought home the understanding of exactly
what he had done less than an hour before, begging Boibeder to fuck him,
really fuck him, fuck him so hard that now his arse was bruised and
sore. And the really weird thing was that he'd loved it. He shouldn't have
liked it that much, should he? If he was a good boy, the sort of boy he'd
always thought he was, he shouldn't have even let Boibeder fuck him at all
in the first place, let alone demand that he should do him like that! But
he wasn't a good boy, was he, he was `that sort of boy', the sort of boy
that lets men use his body, have his cock and his arse. And it wasn't just
that, was it! He might have some sort of excuse, he reasoned, if he was
only letting Boibeder have him because he owed the man, but even if it had
started like that, it certainly wasn't the case now! He liked being naked
for Boibeder to look at; he liked, no, he much more than liked, Boibeder
sucking his spunk out five or six times a day, and he adored the things
that Boibeder did to his arse. And even worse than that, he wanted to do
those things himself, do them to a boy, a boy younger than himself. That
wasn't right, was it? It had to be wrong, wicked, evil, perverted.

"Am I wicked, Rob?" he asked, while they munched the hot, garlic prawns.

"Why on earth should you be wicked?" Boibeder responded, somewhat bemused
by the question.

"Before I met you, I never even thought about cock; now I can't get enough
of you dealing with mine. I hated it when you first made me show you what
I've got, or I thought I did." Ash stabbed another prawn and munched it
thoughtfully.

"And?" Boibeder prompted.

"I couldn't really have hated it, could I?" Ash said, fork poised over yet
another prawn. "If I really had hated it, I wouldn't have let you see me
hard the next morning. And not just let you see it, I actually sorta wanted
you to see it."

"So? You're a boy, and boys are usually well proud of their cocks;
especially when they're sporting a boner."

"Wasn't like that," Ash turned down that escape route, "Wanted you to see
me hard so you'd do something, I think."

Boibeder raised a questioning eyebrow, and then gave the boy a chance to
escape again. "Meat needs putting on," he said.

"Yeh," Ash agreed, but instead of dropping the subject, he followed
Boibeder over to the grill. "I knew from the start you wanted my cock; if
you took me with you, then you'd be wanting to get me knickers off, an' I
went along with it; I said I'd do anything, didn't I."

"You were desperate, frightened," Boibeder soothed, "You'd have said
anything just to be taken along."

"Yeh..........and no," Ash said slowly, thinking it out. "You made it
pretty clear what the price was for taking me along, an' if I was a good
boy.............a...straight boy, I'd have told you to fuck off, wouldn't
I?"

"Possibly," Boibeder half agreed, "But you were desperate for somewhere to
sleep, weren't you."

"Yeh, but I shouldn't have been so desperate I was willing to sleep with
you, should I; not if I was really straight."

"Told you before, boys aren't straight or gay, they're boys, that's all."

"Bollocks!" Ash snorted. "You got me to walk around with nothing under me
shorts, an' I loved it! All those guys looking and knowing I didn't have
any knickers on, tryin' to see right through me shorts, an' lookin' at you
an' thinkin'. `lucky cunt, havin' a boy like that to screw.' An me, wantin'
you to look at me legs so you wouldn't lose interest."

"And make sure I didn't dump you somewhere in France because I thought I
wasn't going to get anything off you," Boibeder pointed out.

"Yeh, that as well; I was terrified of that," Ash agreed; "An' I tried to
kid meself that was the reason I was doin' it; but it wasn't the whole
reason. I fuckin' wanted you to do something, an' when you finally
did......well....it blew somethin' in me mind........an' I wanted it again
and again and again. I knew fuck all about sex, but I did know I wanted to
have everything there was."

"And you don't know just how happy I am about that," Boibeder grinned.

"Got a fair idea," Ash grinned back; "But that ain't all, is it. Down on
that beach, I didn't have the faintest interest in the birds, an' I
couldn't take me eyes off the boys. That ain't straight, is it? Not a
`normal' boy thing! Rob, I loved you fuckin' me hard; it was kinky that it
sorta hurt. For fucks sake, if you wanna cane me arse an' make me scream,
I'd not only let you, I'd fuckin' love it happenin', an' no way that's
fuckin' straight or normal, is it!"

Boibeder had no answer, nothing he could say that would calm this
outpouring. The meat sizzled on the grill while Ash drew breath before
getting out the last thing, the final bit, the clincher about his lack of
`straightness'.

"Now I wanna stick my cock up a ten year old's arse," Ash almost
wailed. "How can that not be wrong? How wicked can I get?"

"Wicked if the ten year old don't want it, Ash, but if he does?"

Ash looked up, dragging himself away from the self-condemnation he was
heading towards.

"Boys are ready for stuff at different ages, Ash. I got my cock done for
the first time when I was ten. Ok, it was by boys of the same age, but
there was a fifteen year old just down the road I'd have loved to get at
it. And I know, if he had been interested, and wanted my arse as well, I'd
have stopped being a virgin there and then!"

"Really?" Ash looked a fraction happier.

"Really. So if the little Dutch boy wants it, he'll give it. If he doesn't,
he won't and you'll leave him alone. Simple as that."

"So you don't think I'm wicked......wanting him?"

"At your age, Ash, I chased kids two or three years younger than me; I went
with kids my age and older. I went with my first man when I was not quite
fifteen. Perhaps I am wicked, but I do know I've never touched a boy who
didn't want to be touched; and I'm pretty sure you won't, either: and,
believe me, I've had a lot of boys in my time. So no more silly worrying;
sex is fun – enjoy it while you can get regular erections."

Ash giggled at that; he'd come to accept that, whilst his cock was hard for
most of the day, Boibeder never managed more than a semi without chemical
encouragement.

"You still enjoy it," Ash pointed out.

Boibeder smiled, a soft, wistful smile. "That I do, Ash, that I most
certainly do; but my activities are much reduced by the behaviour of my
cock. I might spot a piece of gorgeous flesh but my chances of enjoying him
fully would be almost nil. Even if I was able to seduce him, I'd probably
have to make do with his cock; the odds on mine standing up at the right
time are pretty slim."

"Stood up pretty well just now," Ash giggled, "My arse is gonna be sore for
ages!"

"That's what I mean," Boibeder said as he turned over the grilling meat, "I
got a decent boner at the same time as you were panting for it, so we had a
fantastic fuck, even more fantastic because it wasn't planned. You can get
rock solid whenever you want, so if you come across a boy who's panting for
it, don't piss about, get it up him."

"Even if he is only about twelve?" Ash returned to what was bothering him.

"Why not?" Boibeder looked his boy straight in the eyes. "You're only just
fourteen, so why shouldn't you shag a twelve year old's brains out if he's
up for it? Too young for me, but if you train him up for a year or so, I
won't object if you pass him on."

"Dirty old man," Ash sniggered, eyeing the grilling meat and feeling
increasingly hungry.

"Absolutely, Ash," Boibeder agreed, "And because I am a dirty old man, I've
had an awful lot of fun. And if I hadn't been a dirty young boy, I don't
suppose I'd have turned into a very happy, dirty old man who's lucky enough
to have a dirty young boy to enjoy."

"You think it's ok, then, me wanting a young kid?"

Boibeder shrugged; "It doesn't worry me, Ash; might bother some people, but
not me. Anyway, age of consent in Holland is the same as here, so he's
probably not that far off being legal, and with the sex education they get
there, he'll know what's what and what goes in where. Now, munch up and
build up your spunk reserves; just because you've got a sore arse doesn't
mean that your cock's exempt from duty."

Ash sniggered, relieved that his confession had gone so well, though he
still wondered how he'd turned from not being `that sort of boy' into very
much `that sort of boy' in such a short space of time. Perhaps he really
had been `that sort of boy' all the time and just not realised
it. `Whatever', he thought as he sank his teeth into freshly grilled steak,
he certainly was now, and he was going to enjoy it while it lasted.



Boibeder leaned on his balcony rail, cigar in one hand, beer in the other,
looking down over the cypress hedge that surrounded his pool. Two naked
boys splashed and shouted, laughed and groped; one dark haired, the other,
younger and fair.

They were good to look at, Boibeder mused; his own, fourteen year old Ash,
with his long, slender, smooth legs, and twelve year old Peter, the fair
haired Dutch lad from the next villa. Peter, Boibeder thought, was a
beauty. Slim, with no hint of puppy fat, and a neat, uncut cock that was
bigger than expected on a boy his age; he wondered if Ash had had a feel of
it yet; young Peter had made no objections to playing naked and Boibeder
hoped his Ash was going to make full use of his opportunity.

The tapas and drinks afternoon with the Dutch family had gone well, and
they'd been only too happy to leave young Peter to play with Ash while they
went off for a day out in Granada. They might have not been quite so happy
if they'd known that Ash was after their son's arse, and that Boibeder had
set this up to give the boy a chance of getting in there.

Beer glass empty, Boibeder went back inside to reload and when he went back
out again things had moved on down by the pool. The boys were out of the
water and on the big, inflatable mattress instead; bodies entwined, mouths
glued together. Boibeder watched intently as Ash moved and used his mouth
on other bits of the young Dutch boy, a boy who very obviously wanted bits
of himself kissed and sucked.

He watched while Ash tongue bathed young, Dutch balls and fingered smooth
Dutch crack; he watched while his boy reached for the lube they always kept
handy under the pillow of the inflatable, and then slicked up his fourteen
year old cock and the two years younger hole he planned to penetrate.

Young Peter opened wide for his lubing and then, on his back, knees on his
shoulders, he opened up for Ash to enter.



"Good one, Ash?" Boibeder asked when Peter had returned home, several hours
and at least two more fuckings later.

"You're right about boy cunt," Ash grinned, tired but elated by his
achievements. "He's been fucked before, several times, an' he loves it,"
Ash giggled.

"And you?"

"Yeh, I loved it, too. I'm well into boys!"

"Glad to hear it. I did notice you were well into young Peter, more than
once!"

"Yeh, we knew you were watchin'" Ash sniggered; "Peter said it made him
well horny!"

"Shame they're leaving tomorrow," Boibeder was genuinely sorry that Ash's
boyfun should be so short lived.

"They'll be back next year," Ash shrugged. He thought for a moment and
then, with a hugely cheeky grin, he looked Boibeder in the eyes and said,
"An' we could always invite other kids on holiday to use the pool."

"That we could, Ash," Boibeder agreed, "That we could."


And that, for now at least, is the end.

I hope this little fantasy gave enjoyment and perhaps an occasional moment
or two of arousal.

Thanks for reading it.

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