"No regrets about being here?" Rudy asked.I took his hand and asked, "Wasn't that kiss an answer?"Our salads arrived, and we went through the motions ...f eating a little.Rudy's right hand went under the table, nominally to adjust his napkin, but I felt it on the outside of my leg. It was, I am sure, still another test. I covered his hand with mine but did not push it away.He moved it and my own hand toward the top my leg and I didn't stop that either. There was another motion, his fingers found. His feet were blistered and cracked from the heat and his long journey northward.He had no money, having been robbed, beaten and left for dead by a band of thieves on the road to Bologna. He was able to barter for a meal and some stale beer by offering to clean the stables behind the inn. He had done a mediocre job on the stables, throwing fresh straw over old. His poor performance made the warm beer even more stale in his mouth.Although he appeared young, it had been many, many years since. But instead I hailed a taxi. The driver was unsure of the address but punched it into his GPS and we were soon on our way. Unfortunately, road works sent us astray but, after looping in and out of suburban streets, he deposited me at the end of a rather unpromising gravel track. This, he assured me, was Bickefeldstrabe. I stepped out of the car, 15 Euros down and not entirely convinced I was in the right place.Sure enough, a sign confirmed the rough road was Bickefeldstrabe so, with a hint of. Benji felt the thrill right through his body. They were soon on the main highway hitting 100 and excelerating fast. Benji was in heaven.He didn’t notice the electric seat reclining and Bob’s hand on his chest, then sliding down under the loose fitting spandex, settling on his young hardening cock.Bob started to wank him. Benji laid back, closed his eyes, and felt tingling in his balls and his erection filled out his pants. He lifted his butt and slid the pants down over his knees and off his.