Hitch Hikers Two

'Well? What do you think?' Richard sat back, swilling down the last dregs from his coffee cup. There was a moment's pause before everybody started to clap, each having visualised the film as he had described it and thought that it would make for a good film.

'Like the Treasure of the Sierra Madre, John Houston,' said Pancho somewhat drily.

'Similar yes. One of greed but a better ending for those who thought that they could get something for nothing, but I don't think that this would ever get to scale those heights,' said Richard.

'That I do agree with, but it will make a bloody good film anyway,' Pancho beamed, and so it was settled, that was our next film which took only ten days to make. Epsom, this now being her third film, thoroughly enjoyed herself having just the two of us fuck and generally abuse her, apart from the one scene with Trevor. She could now relax and act more natural in front of other people who would be watching and wasn't afraid to listen to advice when it was given.

To finish off the story of this film which, incidentally, was called Poetic Justice, made us a small fortune but was also seen by a big film distributor who contacted Pancho nearly a year later for us to do a remake for national distribution. In other words, he liked the story and if we cut out the explicit sex scenes, he would see that it got sent out on the legitimate circuit.

This actually took longer to film than the original because of the lighting aspect. Whereas we had plenty of light so that the sex could be seen in all its glory, now it had to be implied by the use of shadows. Though in most films the sex is simulated even though they are both covered with the bed sheet, we still went for the real thing by actually fucking Epsom but still being covered. She showed some breast, but not much, more to titillate than to offend. The shack had to be rebuilt but the cost was minimal when taken into account. The film was well received but nowhere good enough to win Oscars or anything, but Angela was thrilled when she saw a copy and hoped that all her films would be that circumspect. It made money for us all which was what counted in the long run. Epsom had been in England when the decision had been made and she flew over especially to do this re-make. But as I said, that was fully a year later when we did this.

Back to the present and we now had a couple of days off and Epsom reminded me that she wanted me in a couple of poses with her for Pancho to sketch. This I was all for and with her twisted little mind, she wanted the same poses that I had been in with Tom for our montage only her being me as it were, and me taking the poses of Tom.

It was her sparkling eyes that made the drawings come alive as she looked up at me in two of them. The one where she is holding my erection in her hand and the other when she has it in her mouth. Like me, she couldn't resist sucking and teasing me with her tongue till I shot my load for her to roll around in her mouth before swallowing. She got told off several times by Pancho for making me come too soon before he'd finished his sketching. He even managed to make one look like a three D picture where her breasts actually seemed to come out of the paper to hit you in the eye as she gave you a mischievous grin and have a twinkle in her eye. Move over Norman Rockwell was my thought.

But as much as I loved Epsom through our association in France and England, my heart and body still belonged to Tom, and I didn't care who knew it but I think he was a bit jealous.

TOM

I was jealous and I admit that, but even so, they did look good together when we all viewed the finished pictures and we congratulated Pancho more than the subjects. Chris couldn't stop apologising to me that Epsom had chosen him to be in her pictures and after lunch when we got to our room, the only way to stop him speaking was to put my dick in his mouth.

We'd undressed and showered and got onto the bed before I did this and decided to do the same, so I moved round having my cock almost screwed off by my movement. He had one leg half bent as he went onto his side and his erection was hard and sticking up towards his stomach. I ran my fingertips up the side of it and I could see his leg tremble at my touch, his hot mouth on me and his tongue moving around the head of my cock as he sucked. I teased him by gently running my hand up the soft skin of his sheath, feeling the muscle beneath begin to throb with the expectation of what I was going to do. Then I blew gently into the eye of his cock just to see his leg tremble again before flicking it with my tongue. It was only when he began to squirm and almost bite me that I lowered my head onto him and gave one powerful suck to almost swallow him whole. Then it was to taste and tease him in the same way as he was doing to me, moving his balls around in their sac as I slowly moved my head up and down on his cock.

We were now professional enough to be able to hold back from coming until we wanted to release ourselves, so we were like this for over half an hour before I decided that enough was enough. As I sucked on his hard rubbery flesh in my mouth, I let my body take over and soon came in his mouth which in turn, triggered him off to come. Both of us held the base of each other's cock as our hips took over and did the pumping between the tightly held lips to simulate the vagina or arsehole that the cock thought it was inside.

As I came, Chris's head bobbed even faster to meet my bucking hips and take it all in and hold it till I'd finished before swallowing. But in the meantime, he came in short sharp bursts that coated the lining of my upper palate and throat. I stopped my bucking to let him finish coming and only when he came to a stop did I swallow his emission and with us both empty, began the process of licking each other clean.

'Oh God I do love you Tom,' said Chris as he came up off me and into my arms after we had turned round. He held me tight as he kissed me and I returned them as my arms went round his neck. His eyes were shining with that professed love and I couldn't help but grin and kiss him some more before he nestled down into my arms, his head resting in the crook of my arm and alongside my neck.

'Do you know that if the world was to catch fire, explode or whatever, I wouldn't care. Here in your arms I feel so safe that nothing could ever harm me.' I could only give him a squeeze as I had no words to give him and I didn't feel like trying to sing him a lullaby as he lay there safe. I did gently rock him though as his hand stroked my chest, his movements getting slower and slower as he drifted off to sleep. I too drifted off and only awoke because of the pins and needles in my arm under his head a couple of hours later. He came awake at my movements and came up the bed slightly so that we could kiss and hold each tight as our close bodies began to generate some heat in our loins to give us another erection each.

I let him go first to put a condom on and have me from behind and I liked his stroking of my back as he smoothly rode in and out of me as he made love to me. My own cock began to really throb when he held me tight to his thighs as he ground himself up to me as he jerked out his coming inside me. Then it was my turn to enter him and see that I could give as much as he could in that form of loving another man. If I'd of asked him to die as I came inside him with my powerful thrusts, I think he would have done, such was his love for me. He cried when I pulled out of him but he was quickly round with tissues to pull off the condom to suck upon me at the finish. He still had tears in his eyes when he rose up to kiss me once again and say, not for the last time, that he loved me more than life itself.

We showered and got dressed for dinner and then went and had another superb meal that Maria had made for us and we couldn't sing her praises loud enough for what she could achieve with food from its raw state. Pancho, the wine connoisseur that he was, never failed to find the right wine from his superb cellar to compliment the meal. I visited his cellar once and was amazed at how big it was beneath the villa and marvelled at the thousands of bottles he had stored there. What was more, he knew the name of each wine stored there and to what kind of meal they each went with.

If we didn't have the pool to swim in and lots and lots of sex to work off our energy, we would all have been fat as pigs and probably would have died of heart attacks from such good eating fare. Santos and his wife Maria were well worth their share of what we made from the films for not only did they do the cooking and serving, but saw to our rooms and laundry as well.

Richard gave out over our coffee and brandy that he wanted to make a start on the homosexual and lesbian films that would be made in stages to be put together as a series of clips of sex between members of the same sex. No story as such, but just exactly what goes on in this type of relationship. It was to follow the format that Angela had first produced as an educational film rather than one purely of sex for sex sake. It sounded easy enough, but when we came to make the opening scenes, Chris and I found it very difficult and it took us three days before he was satisfied and that was just the title sequence.

The opening shot was of a blank sheet of paper and Pancho's hand begin to sketch the outlines of two human bodies. They were deft strokes that came upon you so quickly he was that good, before the camera would pan up to see the models that he was drawing. That was Chris and myself standing quite still giving the camera a full frontal shot of us naked, our penises slack between our thighs.

Of course, it appeared as though Pancho was drawing at lightning speed because they seemed to come to life very quickly. With the drawing almost completed as it kept drifting backwards and forwards from paper to us, the camera finally settled on us and at a hidden signal, we turned to face each other. This was the bit we kept fucking up, because when we were then facing each other, we were both supposed to get an erection at the same time as we looked at each other. As our cocks rose up, so would come up the title, Male Love.

Now I think you can see the problem. How do you get two men to keep their pricks slack and then come to life at the same time so that they both rose up together. Chris and I couldn't help but look at each other, our eyes looking down to see the other's cock rise and try to follow suit. We'd finish up laughing as one would and the other wouldn't. It wasn't the same one each time either so it wasn't a matter of not being able to get it up but the timing.

He eventually gave up trying to film us both at the same time and made them separately and then melded the two films together and you couldn't tell the difference when he was finally satisfied. Mind you, it did look bloody good when he had finished with this opening shot. I was on the left as you looked at the screen with Chris opposite me. Just after we had turned to face each other, our cocks would start to come erect and as they did so, they seemed to bring up the title of the film with them. Under mine as it rose was the word Male and under that of Chris came Love. It looked great with one big black cock and one big white one and the words below them brought much clapping from the rest as we saw the final cut for the opening of the film.

From that shot we would then hold each other's forearm as we leaned in to kiss each other on the lips, letting our cocks be seen clashing and coming together. Then we broke apart and for me to stroke and hold Chris before going down onto my knees to kiss and tongue the head before taking it into my mouth. Taking in as much as I could and then slowly pull back for the camera to see how much I had actually taken in. After several sucks and close ups, I stood up for Chris then to do the same.

Even though we now recognised ourselves as professionals after four years of making these films, we couldn't help but burst out laughing from some comment that was heard off camera. Then it was hand in hand that we went to the bed to kiss and caress each other.

The film reverted back to the flaccid penis and how it was brought erect by the use of the fingers or hand of both of us before we got down to the nitty gritty of sucking on each other. Commentary was added at a later date because it wasn't shown of our actual coming in each other's mouth, so it was shown later at how much does come out of the eye of the penis at the point of ejaculation.

We also did four different positions for anal sex with the stress on the use of a condom for each separate act. I got to fuck Chris three times to his once to me. Richard was delighted with the idea of using the stool where Chris gets astride me and that he also comes between our chests, demonstrating where both get to come at the same time. Chris loved that scene too, having it on film of my cock moving up and down from his ring piece as he bounced on my lap, with the shots of his coming between our chests. We also showed about the licking and sucking up of each other's sperm though this was cut out of re-makes at a later date because of the AIDS scare. Overall, it was a good documentary of how two men made love to each other.

All four girls got to get a part in the lesbian version, even to the point of making a daisy chain of them all sucking each other off at the same time which I'd never seen before on film. These two films which were eventually linked, took two months to make before Richard was satisfied for it to go out for distribution.

This was Trevor's part of the operation. He would take the finished film round to quite a few people to get orders and then would have the subsequent copies made and sold to them for sale in their own outlets. But our days were numbered as Pancho and Trevor were well aware. They could only go so far in the manufacture of their films to prevent piracy but the day wasn't far off when our films could be copied and we would lose that revenue. The idea was to get as many out as possible of a new film and enjoy the money that came in from those sales. That's why our master copy was never let out of Trevor's hand until it went for the making of the quantity that had been ordered. If one of his outlets only wanted a few copies, he didn't get them, because it was assumed that he would make pirate copies out of these and not pay us.

But this was in the future and so we made hay while the sun was still shining. We made another two films which featured Epsom in the lead role because of her visa expiry date and we all got roles so that we had sex with her to give her something to remember us by. She even got to have three cocks at once. Me flat on my back up her front, Trevor, because he was the smaller of us three, having her anally while she sucked on Tom. She loved it especially when all three cocks sprayed her with semen as we jerked off over her. Then she got to nibble all three cocks as they were rubbed round her cheeks to get covered in sperm for her to lick and suck.

It was a tearful dinner party we had to say goodbye to her, and instead of a live sex show that evening, we had a re-run of all the films she had made with us. To top the evening off, or rather the night, she came into my bed with Chris and the three of us said our goodbyes in the best way we knew how. We fucked her silly, all night. We didn't get to sleep at all and so we looked a sorry trio at breakfast. She was fully dressed at the table and didn't eat at all but just sat there and sniffled and cried. Especially when Trevor told her it was time to leave to catch the bus. She kissed everybody, the girls crying and the men with tears in their eyes. Chris openly cried as they kissed and hugged after she had kissed me with my hug and promised to write to us later.

We waved goodbye and the place suddenly seemed empty after that bubbling effervescent girl had departed. She had left with a cheque in her bag for six thousand dollars which wasn't bad for just under six months work. You might not think it a lot, but that was net remember, food and lodging was all found so it would really have been closer to ten.

The rest of the morning was spent lazing around the pool and in the water, and after lunch, Chris and I went to bed to catch up on our sleep without having sex. Dinner was a quiet affair too and as Chris said he didn't feel like giving a performance that evening, I went off with Debbie and gave her a good rogering, giving her three orgasms to my one. Thelma took the opportunity to have Chris in her mouth as the others watched the screen.

By the time Chris and I went to bed, we had just enough strength left to have each other once. We took it slow and made our session last for nearly an hour each what with the kissing and caressing before penetration.

'I wish Epsom could have stayed,' Chris panted as I slowly moved myself in and out of his tight rear end. 'She could now be underneath sucking on me.'

'She'd be stroking my balls too,' I replied as I savoured the pleasure I was getting by fucking Chris like I always did.

'Fuck me harder Tom,' Chris whispered. 'Make me really feel you so I can forget her.' So I did, knowing how he felt and held him tight us I rammed myself up into him, really pounding his backside with my thighs. Almost pulling out to stretch his ring before slamming myself forward as I pulled him back, making him grunt, hoping that this therapy was working. We were both slippery with sweat by the time I came, him having already come all over the bedcover from the violent movements we had made. I forced him down onto his mess as I continued to pound into him as I came, grunting the same as him, trying to rip him apart with my rigid cock.

'I'll be sore for a week,' he whispered into the pillow as I lay on his back, still up inside him. 'but it's just what I needed.'

'Me too,' I breathed into his ear as I kissed the side of his neck, tasting the salt from his sweat.

'Let me clean you up,' he said, so I reluctantly pulled out of him, loving that tight grip he used to try and hold me back. Then he pulled off the condom with some tissues and took me into his mouth to savour the last of my dregs while he squeezed me and licked what came out. Then we showered and were soon back in bed to catch up on the rest of our sleep.

Next day, the villa was almost back to normal, the breakfast routine helped by discussing future films and I had a sneaking feeling that the other girls were glad that Epsom had gone so that they could now get better parts.

We made six films that in my opinion are not worth talking about before Epsom returned for that re-make of Poetic Justice which I have already mentioned. It was nice to see her again and it wasn't long before we were in bed together. Chris had his turn later. At dinner she told us all of the four films that she had made in England with Karl since leaving us. Richard skilfully got out of her what other films Karl had planned so that he could adapt and get them made before Karl did.

She stayed with us for three weeks while we made that second film and it was this one that delighted Angela when she saw it. As I said, it didn't win any awards or anything except give us a lot more credence in the industry and gave us nearly a thousand percent return on our total expenditure. Epsom returned to England two thousand dollars richer and we went back to normal again.

It was two years later that Chris and I decided that it was time for us to retire from making these films. We'd made fourteen since Epsom left and I cannot remember how many we had made in all over our five and a half years at the villa. We gave Pancho and the rest six months notice that we would be leaving, much to the dismay of all concerned. The fact is I had seen the writing on the wall for our film making as the returns were getting less and less as time went by. We both now had nearly five million dollars in the bank each, enough for us to live on or buy into another business.