Date: Sat, 28 Aug 2010 15:23:25 +0000
From: Josh Long <joshcock@hotmail.com>
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.



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