Hitch Hikers Two

'Aw come on Tom. Don't come that line. I can get half a dozen guys to take your places tomorrow.'

'Fine! Just do that then and Chris and I will leave first thing in the morning.' I snapped at him. 'Pancho, we're not saying we want to leave, we don't. It's just a break we are asking for. Can't you see that?'

'I can,' he said, leaning back in his chair. 'But what do we do in the meantime? While you're away? Twiddle our thumbs?'

'Look. I know you've got at least six script scenarios that we've yet to do. Why don't you get them scripted properly for Chris and I to work our bollocks off for the next three months doing our scenes and then you do the other bits later and put them all together when they are finished. How's that sound?' Chris and I had already discussed this in bed the night before and it seemed the only solution to getting time off and still not losing out on what monies were still to come in from our previous films.

'Good point,' Pancho said, 'Richard?'

'I suppose we could do that. Can you keep it up for three solid months?' he asked of us.

'If there's a wet fanny or tight ass in front of me, I could keep it up longer,' I grinned back at him, knowing we were going to get our holiday, and we did.

The girls didn't mind, well they got to get fucked every other night by one of us and that's not counting the lesbian sessions they used to have between film making. The villa was a veritable sex pit every night of the week, so they didn't mind us cramming in some filming, but voiced their dejection at us being away from them for that length of time.

So over the next three months, Chris and I fucked ourselves to a standstill in doing our scenes for at least six films, both of us having to do without each other at night because we were so tired and drained of anything to raise it up when we went to bed.

'Well we can work round what we've got,' said a disgruntled Richard on our last day of shooting. 'Six months mind you! No longer or I will bring some others in and you can whistle for your money that comes in if you're late.'

Dinner was a lovely time, almost a party and when we sat in the lounge to watch the day's rushes, the girls had our cocks out of our trousers to kiss us goodbye and even Trevor got in on the act to give us a farewell kiss and suck. We got Trevor to take us up to the highway and there he waited with us till the bus came by and bid us a safe journey and not to forget to be back within the six month time period. We were dressed as we came, in just a pair of jeans and shirt with our back packs to go on what I think was a well earned rest.

CHRIS

I must say it was a relief for me to get on that bus with Tom, for now I had him all to myself for the next six months at least and not have to share him amongst the girls. We'd not really made any plans as to what or how we were going to spend this vacation as it was just a feeling that we needed this break from the villa to get ourselves back together and not begin to atrophy by being in one place for so long.

The only thing I had said that I wanted to do, and that was visit my parents because of how concerned they had been when they learned that I had dropped out of college. Both of us, when we made the decision to stay at the villa, wrote to the college telling them that we wouldn't be returning and gave them a post box to forward on our mail. It was a year before my parents knew that I had actually left the college and, well, you should really have seen the letters that they wrote. I won't go into detail of what they said or implied, and all I told them was that I had taken on the job of an adviser to educational films that paid very well. To prove this point, I sent them a cheque for half a million dollars, which cleared my bank account, saying this is what I had earned since leaving college and it was a gift to them for all that they had done for me. It changed the tone of their letters to me but still didn't stop the odd snipe or two in their subsequent replies to mine. So the first stop was to be at my home to mollify them before Tom and I went off somewhere to be together.

We went as far as the bus went that day and then booked in an hotel for the night, sharing a double room which goes unnoticed these days. We had a hamburger dinner, a far cry from what Maria used to serve up for us, but, as it was so long since we'd had such a plain cheap meal, it was delicious. Then back to the hotel for a shower before bed and then, getting under the sheets I felt really free to cuddle up and kiss Tom.

'Oh God this is like a honeymoon,' I said as I kissed him. He grinned at me and agreed that's how he felt too, returning my kiss with more and let me feel his hardness up against my thigh. I was quickly off the bed and got out a condom and gave a kiss to the head of his cock before I rolled it down that hard length before getting back on the bed to present myself to him. It was heaven to be in a different room and surroundings to have his hands on my hips and feel him push in, feeling that sharp pain again as he expanded my ring before he slipped inside and nestled his thighs up against the cheeks of my bum. That throbbing hot piece of flesh even inside a condom brought me out in a sweat before he'd even begun to move.

Then came that quivering ripple as he did finally start to slowly move back and forth inside me, building up or should I say stoking the fire that burned deep in my belly. I grunted and crooned with every thrust he made, hoping that he would stay there forever as he reamed me with his hard shaft. God I loved this man that was fucking me, loving every inch of his cock and knew that he loved me and what he was doing to me. Too soon he held me tight up against his thighs as he came in shuddering bursts, making the head of his cock pound inside my canal as he filled that rubber thing that I really hated but what he had to wear. Then the withdrawal which quite often made me cry, not from the pain, but of the loss that I was suffering with its removal. Then after sucking him dry, he kissed and held me tight till I fell asleep in his arms.

We were up and out early for the next bus and arrived at my home town in the late afternoon and took a taxi from the bus station to my parents house. I had wired them that I was coming and so they had closed the store early and were waiting when we arrived. Kisses from my mother and a hug from my father before I could introduce Tom to them. The fact that Tom almost looked like a coloured with his deep dark skin from all the sun we'd been getting didn't seem to faze them and they made him very welcome, which was relief to me. Of course the subject came up during dinner about his colour and I could feel the atmosphere lighten when he told them that his father had been a doctor in the U.N. Peace Corp, unfortunately being killed in action and that his mother had been of Malaysian descent.

The other subject that came up was of what we were doing that I could afford to send home half a million dollars. It took some explaining that money was to be made in the film industry and I was there as an adviser on school and college procedures while Tom did the same in respect of biology and medicine as most of the films produced where of the educational kind. We managed to skirt exactly what the films were supposed to educate people on. All in all, the dinner went rather well and they were pleased to see me looking so healthy but were disappointed that I hadn't come home for my twenty first birthday. The film people do not recognise that as being an excuse to leave the job, I told them.

I had my old room while Tom was given the guest room, it being next door to mine. I didn't dare sleep with him that night though we did, after our shower, go into the sixty nine position to take each other that way to make do instead.

My father let us have use of his car for the day so that I could show Tom round the town where I had grown up and I even got him to come for a swim in my old pond and let him fuck me on the grass as I used to with Darren. It brought back memories but Tom was that much bigger and it was that much better than I had ever had before at that place. We then cruised round the town after lunch in a diner and it was when we were passing a school when I shouted for him to stop and pull over. He did as I asked and when we had stopped asked me why.

'Do you see that woman over there,' which was a silly thing to say as there must have been at least twelve or more of them standing by the wire fence next to a gate from this small school.

'The one in the blue dress,' I said testily, though I shouldn't have been, for I had recognised Juliet, and as I said it, suddenly realised that it was her mother standing next to her. 'Well let's just wait a minute for I think that school is about to be let out.' Sure enough, for I had only just finished speaking when we heard the clanging of a bell from inside the building beyond the fence and a horde of children erupted into the playground. 'The woman in the blue dress is Juliet. I can't say that she was really a girl friend of mine, but I did get to know her. The woman next to her on the left is her mother.' I left it at that for the moment for I was looking out, trying and see my two sons amongst the children that began to swarm towards the gates to go home. Then I spotted them racing out and into the waiting arms, one being lifted high in the air by Juliet.

'That boy you see there being lifted up is the nephew of the other boy who is his uncle. The strange fact is that he is older than his uncle and they might not know it now, but are really half brothers.'

'Well I would say they did look like brothers from here. Same hair, same features, they almost look like.....' He stopped and looked at me. 'You shittin' me man?' he finally got out. 'Mother and daughter? You gotta be kidding me?' I could only grin at the look of amazement in his face as to what he was seeing and saying sunk in. 'You're the father of those two tykes?' I nodded, beaming a great big smile at him.

'Well I'll be.....'

'The irony of the situation was when they had a double christening. The mother's old man nearly had a heart attack at the name that was chosen. For both of them.'

'No! No, you can't be serious?' he began to laugh. 'They didn't...did they?' I nodded and he laughed even louder. 'Chris?'

'Christopher actually. They are rather posh and well to do,' I laughed, and we couldn't help but hold each other as Tom laughed fit to bust.

'Who'd have thought it,' he cried, wiping the tears of laughter from his eyes. 'The man I love who wants be my wife is the father of two boys.'

'Well it's true,' I said somewhat petulantly, tears coming to my eyes as I spoke. 'I do want to be your wife. Does that mean I can't be a man when I want to?'

'Oh Chris I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said it like that. I'm sorry, really I am,' he cried as he held my shoulders. 'What can I do to make amends.'

'Take me out of town and make love to me,' I sniffed. So he drove out of town like a maniac and pulled off into the woods and then helped me off with my trousers while he dropped his and fucked me across a fallen tree.

'I shouldn't have done this here,' he said in a low voice as he wiped his cock on his handkerchief before throwing it away. 'It was in a place such as this that I was raped, and I've virtually done the same to you now.'

'No you haven't Tom,' I cried, sexually satisfied. 'The difference is that I wanted it.' I went into his arms, forgetting about my trousers and hugged and kissed him. 'I love you and you can have me and take me wherever and whenever you want. There's not much more I can give you Tom,' I cried and sat down on the fallen leaves, twigs scratching my bare backside that I didn't notice, such was my anguish at this torment.

'Chris,' he cried going down onto his knees before me and taking hold of my shoulders. 'You give me everything I've ever wanted. Your heart, your love and your body. There's nothing else that I want, so please don't be so hard on yourself. Now come on, get dressed and we'll go and see those wonderful parents of yours. This is our last night don't forget, so let's be happy for them.' Somewhat mollified by what he had said, I got up and let him brush the dead leaves and parts of the tree from my bum, him remarking what a nice bum I had too which made me smile and feel a bit better.

This time, after a wonderful home cooked meal, I made him take me in his room. After undressing and kissing him, I offered myself to him to please not only himself but me too. In fierce whispers I told him to hammer me, to let me really feel the power of his shaft as he drove it repeatedly into me and I loved every searing pain that it caused. I couldn't help but cry out when he pulled out and couldn't get the condom off quick enough to go down on him to suck and chew on that favourite weapon he concealed for most of the day from me.

I gave him a bonus by going into his room early in the morning and waking him up by taking him in my mouth again to suck and play with him till he came in an almighty surge that nearly choked me. He kissed my sperm covered lips and held me tight as I then, in my excitement, came all over his stomach because of how tight he had been holding me. We laughed and then had our shower before breakfast and saying goodbye to my parents, telling them that we had decided to have a visit to Europe, England being our first place to visit.

We flew into London and spent a week visiting all that we could think of that was worth seeing. I was delighted after a day of sightseeing to get back to our hotel for dinner and then have him all to myself for the whole night. These nights were the highlight of the trip, him not having one of the other girls begging for his attention. He was mine from nightfall to daybreak.

Then we went to see if we could find Angel Productions, the film unit that made films like we did, having got their address before we left home. We found it eventually, Tom having some problem with having to drive on the wrong side of the road as it were. I spent more time watching him fumble the gear stick, that too being on the wrong side of the steering wheel than looking at the map to give him directions. We eventually found the farm where their studios were situated only to find that Angela no longer lived or worked there. Karl, he was the director who had visited us when he and Angela had come over to discuss getting their films into our distribution network. It was he who was now in charge of productions as well as directing.

'Angela retired, as it were, some time ago,' I saw Tom's face drop as I guessed he'd hoped to have again, having had her which was captured on film in that special bedroom of ours. I don't think I ever told him that I too fucked her the same night, so I was as disappointed as he was that she was no longer there. 'She met and married this French Count, d'Eider, I think his name was. We made a couple of films at his chateau, but I think he talked her into giving up appearing in the films because of his social position. He died not so long ago in an avalanche, and I think she went into some sort of spin at losing him for she hasn't spoken to any of us since then. She used to send us scripts, but they've stopped coming and we are now running into trouble by not having any good stories left to film, if you know what I mean.' That we understood only too well as you can only sell a good porno film if it has a decent story to it unlike most of the continental films which was all just a lot of tedious fucking.

Karl asked us to stay and make a film with him, offering us cash, but we declined saying that we were on holiday, but, if time allowed, we'd call back before we went home. He was a bit crestfallen at our refusal as he knew what we could do for his ailing studio, but said that he hoped we would have the time as we said our farewells. We went back to our hotel in London for our last night before going across to the continent.

TOM

I was disappointed not to have found Angela there at the studios and thought about her on our drive back to London. I could still her quite clearly even though it was about three years ago, the way she looked at me and my cock and what we had done together. Well I'm lying a bit there, because I had Richard re-run the film of us together that night and got so hard, I couldn't wait to see if she was still the same, fired up and would want me again.

I drove along with this hard on as I ran that film through my mind several times. Chris noticed it and gave me a stroke and told me to concentrate on my driving, which I had to do really seeing I was driving on the wrong side of the road in this country.

'Thinking about Angela are you?' he asked, reading my mind and couldn't stop myself from nodding.

'Well pull over somewhere and let's see if I can help get your mind back onto the driving.' I knew what he had in mind and had no objections, so when we came up to a picnic area, I pulled in and stopped well away from the two other cars that were parked there.

'I don't mind you thinking of her, so just imagine that it's her in the car with you now. Lay back and close your eyes,' Chris said as he pulled down the zipper of my trousers. I lay there with my eyes closed as I felt his hand pull me out and I could feel the cool air swirl round my throbbing cock head. Then it was his warm breath next before the heat of his mouth covered it and I gave myself up to the beautiful way he had when he tongued and sucked me. He would get the foreskin right back and then slowly drag his teeth up the head, very gently as his tongue played with the eye. Then it was a suck as he moved his hand on my shaft. He would do this very, very slowly and it sent shivers up and down my spine when he played with me like this.

Even though he told me to think of Angela, it was his face and sparkling eyes that swam before me as he moved his hand up and down as he sucked and tickled the head of my cock. It wasn't long before I held his head as he held the base of my cock steady as my hips began to buck for me to come in his mouth with quite a lot of sperm. This he swallowed and kept on sucking and licking till he had drained me in this way and I smiled and finally opened my eyes to see that he was smiling too.

'That was good, wasn't it?' he asked, a trace of semen still clinging to the corner of his mouth which I took off with my finger and licked.

'Yes,' I breathed out, 'but it was you I saw in my mind, not Angela.'

'Thank you Tom,' he said, giving my still hot cock head a kiss, 'and now we'd better be getting on before it gets too dark. I don't want us finishing up in a wreck because of this,' he finished, giving my shaft a final squeeze before helping me put it back inside my trousers.

I took special care over Chris in bed that night after dinner. I gently sucked on his erection for a few minutes before getting him to turn round on the bed. The cheeks of his bum a nice golden brown now from the sun, unlike the two pale white moons that I had first seen. I made him quiver by stroking them gently with my finger tips before spreading them and teasing him with the tip of my cock. I did this till he begged me to start as he'd been waiting all day for this moment and so I stopped teasing and pushed myself up into him.

He gave out his gasp as the head of my cock enlarged his ring piece before it finally slipped in and I felt the muscle tighten up to grasp my shaft as the rest of my length moved in till my thighs met his bum. I loved fucking Chris as he knew exactly what to do to my cock when I was fully embedded inside him, joined together like this. He squeezed and tried to milk me as I began to move and slowly slid in and out of him, pulling back so that his ring could grip just under the head before breaking his grip by moving forward again. He loved me fucking him as I liked doing it and we would move together, both trying to hold me back from coming to make it last. But come I did with that usual tightening of my hands on his hips as I reached my peak, pushing hard and fast as I rammed myself into him till I came to a shuddering stop and lay across his back. Then he would slowly slide down onto the bed, his bum cheeks squeezed tightly together to hold me there so that he could rock on the bed and come himself onto the sheets with me still hard up inside him.