Date: Fri, 3 Sep 2010 11:20:51 +0000
From: Josh Long <joshcock@hotmail.com>
Subject: Rob Boibeder did not pick up hitchikers 9

The story continues......

Once again, Ash had a lot of thinking to do. Obviously, he was nowhere near
as `straight' as he'd believed himself to be just over a week ago. He liked
being naked, liked being looked at naked, liked his cock sucked and his
body stroked, liked deep kissing, found sucking cock quite pleasant and
fucking arse amazing; and all this with a man fifty years older than
himself! No way was that straight!

He accepted Boibeder's explanation that he was only doing what boys had
always done and that he might `grow out of it' later. Might, but somehow he
doubted it. He knew, and was getting round to accepting that he knew, he
both wanted and needed sex with a man. And real, full sex. He wanted
Boibeder to fuck him, to possess him, use him, enjoy him and do it again
and again.  What he hadn't yet fully understood was that he was just doing
what boys were designed to do, to exchange their bodies in return for
protection. He needed to understand that, not so he could carry on having
sex with Boibeder, but so he could understand why he liked it so much! It
was time for further, deeper talk with the man who had taken the role of
his protector and who, so clearly, wanted to get his cock inside him.

His determination to demand this explanation was postponed by Boibeder's
announcement that they were going to the beach.

Delighted, Ash hunted out the miniscule swim wear he'd talked Boibeder into
buying for him. Ice white, and more of a posing pouch that a swim suit, it
left only his equipment and not much more than the crack of his arse
covered. Across his hips the strap was less than an inch wide and the whole
effect was simply an announcement that his body was worth looking at along
with a very strong suggestion that the still covered bits would be just as
happy uncovered. In fact, the tiny white pouch drew attention to his
treasures rather than concealed them.

Boibeder smiled softly to himself. Young Ash was making sure he attracted
the attention of anyone who found boys attractive, in that ice white thong
he'd pull many an admiring gaze and a lot of lustful gazes as well. What
Ash didn't know was that on the beach they were going to he'd actually be
overdressed!

Boibeder collected his camera, complete with telescopic lens, and his
vidcam as well. With any luck there would be plenty to photo and film for
appreciation later with a beer or three.

He loaded Ash up with a cool box complete with drinks and snacks and set
off for his favourite beach, a nudist beach well populated by lads out for
a bit of fun. Boibeder had sampled many a local boy in the dunes there,
though in recent years he'd pulled not at all but filmed a lot.

The car park was promisingly full, though it served the ordinary beach as
well as the nudist and very open minded one they were headed to.

Boibeder knew exactly the spot to take Ash, a section of the beach where
the dunes almost reached the shore, a section where the only people there
were male, the best gay spot on the coast.

It took Ash a moment or two to realise what he was seeing when the beach
finally came into view. It wasn't crowded, about fifty or so bodies, lying
on the sand, splashing in the water, but they were fifty or so assorted
sizes and ages, all male and all naked!

"You brought me to a nudy beach," he gasped.

"Yup," Boibeder grinned, "Why d'you think we brought the cameras?"

"Holy shit," Ash muttered when they'd settled within good viewing distance
of a group of teenagers kicking a ball about.

"See anything you fancy?" Boibeder teased, while clearly admiring the view
himself.

"You fuckin do!" Ash giggled, noting Boibeder's eyes fixed on the boys.

"Indeed," Boibeder grinned, "Assorted teenage fantasy fuck flesh," he
licked his lips suggestively.

"Which one you like best?" Ash asked, getting into the spirit of things.

Boibeder focussed on one, a slender lad, who, from the distance they were
away, seemed devoid of pubic hair but in possession of a more than
pre-pubic cock. He picked up the camera, focussed on the boy and let his
breath slowly ease out as the boy's groin came into perfect focus. He
pumped up the magnification and muttered, "Oh, yes!" as the close up
revealed a few tiny, wispy hairs just about visible.

Quickly he shot off a dozen or so as the boys moved around, varying from
close ups of his selected lad's slender cock to full body shots and some
group ones as well.

"Second from the left," he said to Ash and handed the camera over.

Ash picked out the target, focussed and breathed, "He can't be more than
twelve."

"Thirteen to be here in the open," Boibeder said. "Absolutely gorgeous
young fuck meat."

Ash giggled, the description of the boy as `fuck meat' amused him.

"What about that one?" he asked, picking out another boy and passing the
camera back to Boibeder. "One with his hands on his hips."

Boibeder focussed on the lad who he guessed as being around fifteen.

"Mmm," he murmured, "Nice body, decent cock, but his legs are starting to
get hairy. Worth a shag, though."

He passed the camera back and settled down to watch the boys.

"Take pics of the ones you fancy," he said to Ash. "Use the cam as well so
you can catch their bits bouncing. We'll watch it tonight after food."

No new boys arrived for Boibeder to lust over and after about an hour he
suggested they take a stroll along the beach. He took the camera back,
removed the telephoto, fitted a remote to it and handed it back to Ash.

"Put it round your neck and just press this if you see anything worth
while. As long as you're facing what you're snapping we'll get
something. We can play with them later, on the computer if there's anything
decent."

"Where we going?" Ash asked.

"Along the beach. There's a bar down there in the family bit. Might be a
few boys worth looking at."

Sam reached for his Speedo's but Boibeder stopped him.

"No need for those, it's still a nudist beach."

"But..." Ash started. Being naked on a beach that only had other naked guys
on was one thing, but naked where anyone could look at him? That was
different!

"If your bits aren't on show, you'll attract attention," Boibeder pointed
out.

Ash was more worried that his bits might react as he walked along the
water's edge where naked bodies of both sexes were much closer to him than
the boys he'd been watching from a distance. And he was `straight' so what
would seeing naked girls do to his cock?

"Don't worry," Boibeder smiled, guessing the source of Ash's concern.

"If it starts to harden up just give me the camera and run in the
water. That'll send it back down again."

There wasn't actually that much to attract Ash's attention and send blood
heading south to cause him embarrassment. Family groups there were, but
many of the girls were too young to be sexually interesting and though
there were plenty of older tits on show Ash found them less exciting than
he had thought naked boobs would be and he couldn't help thinking that the
few late pre-teens and early teenagers there were around looked nicer when
there was something hanging between their legs.

Ash snuggled into Boibeder as the pics they'd taken that afternoon did a
slide show on the 42 inch tv screen, his head resting on Boibeder's
shoulder and one of the man's hands gently fondling his hip. It was a
regular evening position and Ash liked it. At first it had been the sense
of security, the knowledge that he was safe, looked after and wanted, that
had been the main reason he'd liked it, but now there was something
more. He was, of course, naked. At the start he'd been naked because that
was part of his deal, his payback to Boibeder for all that he'd been given,
now there was more to it than just a willingness to please his man. He
really liked being naked, being vulnerable and available for Boibeder to
play with. He was also aware that his nakedness was attractive, not just to
Boibeder, but to all the people, men, boys and even some of the females
who'd eyed him up as they walked along the beach that afternoon. He'd been
aware of many of the looks in his direction and seen several that showed
definite signs of interest that two weeks ago he would never have
recognised, not that, two weeks ago, he'd have even dreamt about walking
naked on a beach! Some of those looks, Ash knew, had been unspoken
statements that he was worth looking at, and others had been just obvious
stares of desire. Two weeks ago he'd have freaked out at the faintest
suggestion that he was sexually attractive to men, now it gave him a warm
glow and a feeling that was almost pride.

"Not much in the way of tit and minge," Boibeder commented as the images
flicked through. "I'd have thought you'd have taken a few more of the
female variety."

"You prefer boys," Ash said softly, "So I was thinking of you."

It wasn't true, of course, but Ash was still clinging to the last shreds of
his belief that he was straight, shreds that had taken a severe beating
that afternoon.

"Thinking of me when you took these?" Boibeder grinned as he hit the pause
button.

"Natch." Ash blushed, thankful that his position prevented Boibeder from
seeing him turn red. "Know you like `em young."

"True," Boibeder agreed, moving has hand across Ash's hip to cup his still
soft treasure, a softness that lasted only seconds, not just because he was
being fondled but also because Ash also thought the image on the screen
very arousing.

The shot was of a lad on the very edge of puberty lying face up on an
inflatable, his arms over the side trailing his hands in the water. It was
a distance shot, but even so the boy's charms were very obvious.

"Nice," Boibeder commented and moved on to the next pic. This time Ash had
used the telephoto lens and produced a close up of the boy's face and
shoulders and the one after concentrated lower down, giving a full screen
shot of a soft, uncut cock lying at rest over a set of balls that any boy
would have been proud of.

Boibeder zoomed in and breathed deeply. There was not even the faintest
hint of pubic hair, but the boy's cock had already obviously started its
growth spurt and his balls gave clear promise that boy honey was being
manufactured.

"Shit," Boibeder muttered. "Can't be more than eleven or twelve and he's
probably at least four inches hard and probably spunking as well!"

"Thought you'd like him," Ash giggled.

"I'm not the only one," Boibeder grinned. "I reckon I know at least one
fourteen year old who'd love to pop his cherry!"

Ash blushed again, wriggled with embarrassment and muttered a "Shut up,"
though the way his cock was twitching in Boibeder's hand was a hint that
something of that nature had crossed the boy's mind.

"Don't be embarrassed," Boibeder whispered softly. "That is one gorgeous
piece of young boymeat and I wouldn't be at all surprised if he's sampled
cock already. He could sample mine anytime," He added with an extra squeeze
of Ash's rampant young offering.

"You prefer him to me?" Ash asked, deliberately jerking his cock in
Boibeder's hand.

From what Ash was doing with his cock, Boibeder knew jealousy was not
involved so he didn't have to be careful with his answer.

"Well," he teased, "He is younger than you, and nowhere near so hairy."

Since Ash had only a couple of dozen pubes and no sign of anything more
than fuzz on his lower legs, it was obviously not a serious comment, but
Ash surprised him with his reply.

"I can shave them off if you'd prefer me smooth," he said.

Boibeder gave the hard tube in his hand a good squeeze and ran his thumb
over Ash's two dozen black silk threads.

"Time for that when they're growing seriously," he said, "For now these are
definitely part of your sexual charms."

"Oh, you do think I have some sexual charms, then," Ash said, trying to
sound serious.

"One or two," Boibeder conceded.

"Good," Ash smirked, "I'll let you prove it later."

"Not doing a bad job of proving it yourself, lying here naked, rock hard
cock, looking at pics of naked boys while I play with your very playable
with bits," Boibeder grinned and gave the boy a peck on the cheek.

"I'm trying," Ash said with a definite hint of seriousness.

There was a moment's pause before Ash spoke again, quietly and almost
shyly.

"Rob," he almost whispered. "I think I might be gay."

Boibeder's heart gave a little leap. Ash was fine as he was, he certainly
had no shyness now about being naked and enjoying his cock, he'd sucked and
fucked Boibeder and would certainly do so again, and it was only a matter
of time before Boibeder popped his cherry, but Boibeder knew that the
coming months would be even more fun for both of them if he succeeded in
his unspoken desire of `turning' Ash.

"Why's that, Ash?" he asked calmly.

"On the beach today," Ash said, "The girls didn't do anything for me. I
thought they'd give me the horn but it was the boys I was looking at."

"Boys or men?"

"Boys. Like that one." Ash nodded towards the image of the not quite teen
whose bits were still displayed in full close up on the large screen.

"Well, he is very tasty," Boibeder agreed.

"Yeh, but I wanted to shag him. That's not very straight, is it!"

"No, but very understandable," Boibeder grinned.

"I think I prefer cock to cunt," Ash said, still looking at the tv
screen. "Looks nicer,"

"Totally agree," Boibeder said with real feeling. "Feels nicer too."

He gave Ash's solid tube another squeeze and suggested,

"Why don't we try a few more gay things then, see if you like them?"

"Like what?"

"Like me giving you a good rimming and then sucking out some spunk while
you drool over that gorgeous bit of boyflesh and imagine it was him working
on you."

Ash blushed yet again. Had Boibeder read his mind? Thoughts of spunking in
that young mouth and plunging his own fourteen year old cock into his
delicious young hole had been floating through Ash's mind from the moment
the pic had come up. Indeed, they'd made their first appearance when he
caught sight of the boy on the beach and willing his cock to stay soft then
had not been easy.

"It's ok, Ash," Boibeder said, understanding Ash's mental turmoil.

"I got no prob with you dreaming of having your cock in his mouth while I
suck you. Probably make you spunk pints."

That bit made Ash snort and, knowing he was on safe ground he asked,

"You gonna be wishing it was his cock in your mouth as well?"

"Nah, happy with the one you've got," Boibeder paused, then whispered in
Ash's ear, "So long as I get enough of it to keep me satisfied."

"You can have as much of it as you want," Ash was serious again, "I love
it," he confessed, and was rewarded with a squeezing cuddle.

"I like you drooling over other boys," Boibeder whispered again, "It's well
horny."

Ash rolled up his eyes, happy to be playing a game while he confessed.

"Oh, god," he sighed, "Anything to get my cock hard."

"True," Boibeder agreed, "Though getting it hard's not really a problem."

Ash sniggered, pleased inside that his cock behaved as his man wanted it
to.

"You know the rules," he grinned into Boibeder's shoulder. "Get it hard,
you got to get it soft again."

"My pleasure," Boibeder grinned back and re-arranged the boy so the object
in question was within reach of his mouth.

"Oh, yes," Ash breathed as Boibeder's mouth closed around his fourteen year
old pride, "Suck my spunk out."

Ash lay back, eyes closed and arms behind his head so his body was
stretched and taut and totally available for Boibeder. Images of a barely
adolescent boy drifted through his mind as Boibeder's experienced and
skilful mouth worked its magic on his rigid four and a half inches and
caressing hands wandered over his smooth young body.

He loved being sucked by Boibeder. "Correction," he thought, "I just love
being sucked!" He wondered if the boy in his mind enjoyed having his cock
in a warm, wet mouth, if he had yet had that pleasure, if he'd be as happy
as Ash was to have his spunk sucked out several times a day, if he could
even produce boy nectar yet and how much fun it would be to find out!

He felt the oral administration stop, felt himself being moved. Eyes still
shut, Ash allowed his position to be changed so he was on his knees, head
down on the sofa cushions. No problem for him, he knew Boibeder liked to
suck him in all sorts of different positions and he liked them all. He
waited for the mouth to return to his prick and gasped with surprise when
instead he felt a warm wetness at his arse instead.

His dangling balls were in Boibeder's hand, being kneaded and
squeezed. Nice, he liked that and thought about the boy in his mind moaning
with pleasure just as Ash was moaning now.

Then his arse cheeks were parted and he felt Boibeder's tongue in his
crack, licking around and over his hole and the moaning got louder. This
....... this was nice! Then the tongue was probing at his hole, pushing,
trying to get inside! He felt the warm slippery thing push at his entrance,
an entrance that had only once before been anything other than an exit, he
felt his body assessing the still new sensations and accepting them and he
felt the tongue ease inside him and suddenly it was way beyond nice!

He was moved again when the tonguing stopped, eased onto his side and his
super stiff cock once more engulfed in its familiar location, pulsing
inside Boibeder's mouth. Another new sensation as something cold was
fingered around and then into his hole as Boibeder slid one well lubed
finger inside him as he suckled young Ash's rigid organ.

This was different, this was amazing! He found himself wondering if the boy
in his dream would react as he was doing, pushing himself back on the
finger invading him, gasping as that finger became two and moaning when it
became three.

He felt the fingers working in him, stretching him and sending waves of
intense, indescribable feelings pounding through him, through every inch of
him and all flooding down to his cock as it was sucked and sucked.

Something happened inside him, a switch was flicked and his balls
contracted, his body tensed and a storm erupted. He could feel his spunk on
the move, not the usual slow build and pulse out, but a raging storm of
sperm pouring up his cock and bursting out into Boibeder's sucking mouth
and the image in his mind was of his cock bursting inside a writhing
boy. He didn't even realise he was fucking Boibeder's mouth as he spunked,
he was inside a young, barely teen, boy, fucking not a mouth but a tight,
virgin boyhole.

Still dreaming of young boyflesh, Ash was returned to his kneeling
position, Boibeder's fingers never leaving Ash's own pussy as he moved the
boy. Then he moved them, slipping them out of the now stretched hole,
replacing them with his Viagra hardened thick inches, the wide head sliding
through the still open first defence line, sphincter gripping tight round
the base of his helmet as Ash's hot hole accepted its new invader.

A long moan, half pain, half pleasure escaped from the boy as his virginity
was plundered, thick cock filling his insides for the first time. It felt
different from the fingers that had worked him to orgasm, fuller and
somehow more fulfilling and the exhausted boy pushed instinctively back
onto the invader, forcing it deeper into himself.

"Oh, yes, fuck me," he breathed to the boy in his mind and the rod that
speared him began to move, long, slow moves that drove him past the point
where he even wondered about what was happening.

Images of boys flicked through his mind, naked, young boys. Inaccurate
pictures, cocks too large for their slender, pubeless bodies, but Ash had
no experience of admiring young boys, young, naked pre-teen boys, until
that afternoon on a nudist beach. Now, with his love tunnel filled with
hard mancock, he lusted after their smooth, slender bodies, dreamed of
parting their unformed thighs and plunging into willing little holes,
welcoming holes, as welcoming as his own stretched hole was to the thick
prick that was ravishing him.

He dreamed of boys moaning with delight and ecstasy as their holes were
stretched and their bowels filled, not realising the moans were his, the
ecstasy his. He could feel Boibeder's thickness in him but his mind was
full of the image of his own rod pistoning deep into young flesh, driving
the boy beneath him into the wonderland he was himself being fucked into,
and when it was over, when his insides were coated in hot mancream, he knew
he wanted more, needed more. He needed cock in him and he needed boys to
put his own cock into.