Hitchhikers

Pancho did his sketches and then waxed eloquently on what he had just done, asking Chris to finally let go of my piece which now felt quite hot from his touch. To complete his drawings he wanted more physical contact, in short, I was to stick my prick into the mouth of Chris for the next drawing.

Before I could even draw breath, Chris said that he would do it and then he looked up at me. Then I realised that I was being manipulated by either Pancho or Chris, and I strongly believed that it was Chris behind this. Then the penny dropped!

Chris wanted me! That's what this was all about. The eyes in the pool, the bashfulness when undressing and the look in his eyes when we first started posing. He wants me! He wants me to fuck him. Not for arts sake, but for his own. Not that I wouldn't be averse to it. I've known for a long time that I'm bi-sexual. Man, woman, front or rear, a hole is a hole is a hole as they say.

I could feel my prick start to rise, because I had wanted to fuck him ever since he moved into my room at college. I'd see him undress every night before going for a shower before bed, and I would be in bed when he came back to watch him. I would see those two white cheeks of his arse in front of me, and I wanted to hold them in my hands and put my rampant erection up in between them.

I wanted and waited for some sign from him that he was interested, anything so that he would climb into my bed. There I could kiss him and then stroke him and have him suck on me before he raised himself up so that I could get between his legs and push myself inside and fuck him. The purpose of me asking him to come hitch hiking was to break down his reserve and then have the joy of him doing just what we've just been asked to do. So I let myself be persuaded. Chris's eyes shone as we posed as when I finally had it in his mouth, I knew I was right. His tongue worked round the inside of my foreskin as he held it there but he was still sucking at the same time.

I could see that it would make a good drawing, my big black cock half buried in his white mouth. His tongue had started my juices moving, which he licked and sucked and was obviously enjoying it. Then Chris started to lose it. His head started to move on me, going backwards and forwards on my shaft and his hand came up to hold it while he did so.

Pancho shouted out and came over and cuffed him. The shock to Chris made my tool come out and rest against his cheek and Pancho again shouted and made us keep very still. We held the frozen position while Pancho sketched feverishly for quite a few minutes. Then when he'd finished, he told us to relax and have a drink. We stretched out on the bed, my erection smacking my belly as I lay next to Chris. Then, with tears in his eyes he told me of his dream and I told him of mine.

Then in a faltering voice, Chris asked if I would kiss him. In answer, I leaned down and gently kissed him, stroking his hair and face as our lips worked together. My erection was pressing hard into his thigh and I shifted so that I rolled on top of him, my cock going down between his legs as his arms went up round my neck. That's when Pancho broke it up wanting us for the next pose.

'You'll do it then? Fuck me?' Chris asked, tears still in his eyes and I nodded. He let go of me and I got off the bed and stood as directed, my erection sticking straight out in front of me. So with Chris bent over and me sticking it inside him, we were all getting what we wanted. Chris being fucked by me, me fucking Chris, and Pancho getting his rocks off by watching as well as getting some good drawings out of it.

Chris was tight as the head slipped in and I heard him gasp, but he was brave and pushed himself back till he had it all. Pancho couldn't have stopped either of us from going all the way till we both came, and I felt that I loved this boy beneath me and I sure as hell was going to do it more often with him.

What a grand tight fuck that was I thought as I pulled out, feeling the cool air around my groin as I came out with a sucking sound. Chris fell forward onto the table and lay there gasping. I grabbed a towel which I used to pull off the condom first before wiping the cream from around his bum, and then I finished wiping myself.

I helped him up and got him to the bed where I laid him down on his back. He still had an erection with sperm dribbling out onto his stomach, his chest also smeared with it. I used the same towel to wipe him down and also wiped his now semi erection clean. I held his head and gave him a drink and then gently stroked his hair, speaking softly to him and a few minutes later, he was asleep.

I got off the bed as gently as I could and went over to where Pancho was still working at his drawings.

'No, no,' he waved at me, 'go away, I've not finished yet. Wait till this evening. I'll show you then, now go on outside and see if there's anything left of lunch. I'll look after Chris.'

'What about you? Do you want something to eat?' I asked.

'No, no,' he waved me away again, 'Santos will see to me when I'm ready.'

I picked up my swim suit and put it on, it was the same one that I had worn yesterday. I settled my now deflated member comfortably and went outside. I had to pause at the door to the patio to let my eyes adjust to the brightness. When I could see properly, it was a nice sight that I saw.

By the pool was a blanket spread out over what must have been two of the lounger cushions placed together. On top of this were Thelma and Claire. Thelma was flat on her back with her thighs spread wide and in between them was Claire, plating her. She had a long pink tongue which was giving out long slow strokes to Thelma's clit. But it wasn't them that had caught my attention, nor the audience watching them, but Richard. He was crouched down by the side of them, looking through the view finder lens of a bloody great tripod mounted camera.

He was filming them!

I could now hear the soft whir of the camera's motor. Richard's hand moved and made an adjustment to the front part of the lens, which I assumed was the zoom focus. He straightened up and switched off the camera.

'Okay girls, you can take a break now.' He turned and went to the table and took a mouthful of beer. As he drank, he saw me standing in the doorway.

'Hi Tom,' he called out. 'How was the session? Come and have a beer.' I went over and helped myself to a beer from a silver ice bucket and took a good long pull at it. I could see that Thelma and Claire weren't going to take their break, they were still going at it together now.

Debbie waved to me and patted the seat next to her. I emptied the bottle and said to her, 'In a minute. A swim first,' as I put the bottle down and with a short run, made a clean dive into the pool. The cold water was a dream to my sweaty body and by the time I had done two laps, I felt as fresh as a daisy, or should I say pansy. Not with the tackle I've got, I chuckled to myself.

I floated on my back and thought of how it was with Chris. Boy, that was tight bit of ass. I'd been wanting to do that for months now, and I was glad that he had come along on this trip. If I didn't rip him up inside, he'll be wanting a lot more of this big mother fucker, I thought as I stroked myself. It was getting hard again just thinking about it, so I rolled over and swam underwater to surface by the ladder.

I climbed out and walked round to the others. Thelma and Claire had finished their little session, and were at the table drinking beer. Everybody was watching me walk towards them, except Pancho and Chris, who were still inside the villa. As I walked, I realised that I had on that suit that went transparent when wet. I also had this semi hard on, which was only just staying inside the suit, albeit curled round to my thigh.

'Magnificent,' Richard said as I walked past the camera. He got up and turned it off. He'd filmed me coming out of the pool and the walk towards them.

'That was truly magnificent,' he repeated. 'You don't mind do you Tom? You walked like a prince just then.'

He carried on with such outrageous flattery that I couldn't help but laugh and give in. He then snapped his fingers and whirled round and pointed to Debbie.

'Debbie! Into the pool, and I want you to climb out and walk towards us exactly as Tom did just then. I want to try an experiment later on. Come on girl, into the pool.'

Debbie rose up and gave me a smile and stroked my cock as she went past me. She jumped into the water and her large tits acted as buoys and quickly brought her to the surface.

'Take off the bottoms. I want that walk done naked,' Richard shouted. He started the camera going and kept his eye glued to the viewfinder. I sat down with the others and watched her do as I did. She looked great climbing out of the pool and then walking towards us. The huge breasts dripping with water and running down between those two mounds to collect in her bush. As she passed out of the camera lens eye, Richard switched off the camera and gave her a big kiss as she came over and sat down beside me. Her hand reached out and took mine and I gave it a squeeze. Richard fiddled with the camera and took out the film saying that he'd get right to work on it. He called back over his shoulder saying that we could all see the result that evening and went into the villa.

It was an indolent afternoon. I dozed in the chair, half watching Heloise sitting in Trevor's lap while kissing him. Thelma and Claire had gone into the water and were playing with each other. Debbie let her hand occasionally stray to caress my cock. I must have fallen asleep because I was suddenly woken up by a nipple pushing its way into my mouth.

'Wake up lover boy. Drinky time,' Debbie crooned, and it was her tit that I sucked as I came awake. I could see that the sun was low in the sky. I gave the nipple a nip with my teeth which caused her to jump back with a squeal.

'Ooh you beast,' she said, rubbing the offended nipple. I rose swiftly and took her into my arms and gave her a deep tonguing kiss, fondling the aggrieved tit with my palm.

'Sorry darling,' I said, 'you startled me. There, that should make it better,' as I kept rubbing that large breast with my hand.

'You're still a beast,' she said as she took a good handful of my crotch and squeezed what she had a hold of. 'And what a beast,' she breathed softly. 'I'm the beauty and you're the beast. Walt Disney, eat your heart out. This is the real McCoy.' She gave me another squeeze and a quick kiss before she waltzed away to get changed, or should I say dressed for dinner.

I got up and made my way to Pancho's room. He was still working on the drawings, so I didn't interrupt him but went to the bed where Chris was still asleep on the bed.

'I got a chance to do some more studies while he was asleep,' called out Pancho. I could see that Chris did indeed make a good study lying there. He was half curled with one hand under his head. The other was holding his erection whilst curled in that position. I didn't need two guesses as to what he was dreaming about. As I sat on the edge of the bed, he woke up. He looked at me sleepily and smiled. I've never seen such a smile like that in all my life. It was big and wide with his eyes so soft. This crazy coot really was in love with me I thought.

'Tom,' he said softly, 'Oh Tom, I hurt, but I don't mind. You didn't mean to. It was my fault, I shouldn't have led you on.'

'Hush yo' mouth boy,' I said brusquely, 'I didn't mean fer it to hurt. Now come on, let's get you to the shower, and after that, you'll feel like a new man.' Yuk! What did I just say. I helped him off the bed and didn't bother with the towel he'd been wearing, and got him down the hall to our room and into the shower. I turned on the water and took off my own trunks and got under the spray with him. He just stood there as I soaped him down, it was the least that I could do, and I actually enjoyed it. He stood still while I ran the soapy sponge all over his body, but being gentle around his bum. Then I turned him round to do the front, using my hand now instead of the sponge around his genitals. As I washed his balls, I could see his prick rising up to my manipulations.

He suddenly threw his arms around my shoulders and pressing his erection up against my stomach, kissed me. He continued kissing me, the neck and throat, my chest, sucking on a nipple. My own body was responding as he knelt down and took my rising cock into his mouth, sucking in half its length. He was oblivious to the water streaming down my body and onto his head as he sucked and choked on my now full erection. I couldn't help but put my hands to his head as it moved back and forth on my erection. He was taking in as much as he could, sucking and chewing on me, bringing me closer along the road to my ejaculation.

This didn't take long. I leaned back against the tiles of the shower and let him literally suck the sperm from my body. My cock was throbbing in his mouth as I came in spurts between every throb. His mouth keeping time to the rhythm of these bursts of semen, swallowing between gulps of air that he seemed to be depriving himself of, to get as much of my cock into his mouth as possible.

But all good things come to an end as I gave up the last of it to his hungry lips. He then rose up and with his arms clasped tightly round me, laid his head against my shoulder and gave out a deep, deep sigh. We finally made it out of the shower and dried and got dressed for dinner. This time I put my shoes and socks on. Then it struck me as we were dressing, that for the first time, Chris was actually getting dressed while facing me. This troubled me. I knew now that he loved me, that was obvious, but he still had to realise that I was still a man who had propensities towards those of the other sex.

'Chris...' I faltered. I couldn't do it then I thought. At the bar! Yes, he couldn't cause a scene there, I hoped. 'Chris...er, let's go and have a drink at the bar and talk. Man to...man eh?' I didn't give him a chance to answer as I turned and left the room, making him follow me.

We got to the bar, and a well stocked bar it was, and took the cocktails that Santos passed across to us, and I steered Chris to a table a little way from the bar. The others looked on somewhat curiously as we sat down on our own and sipped at our drinks, and I took a deep breath and started.

'Chris. You and I have found something special, but we've got to be realistic. Here we are in a household of free and easy women, and I think, men. But don't let us become possessive. Let us have what we have, but keep it apart from these here. Let's take what there is to offer from the others, like you had Heloise last night. Who do you want tonight? With your physique Chris, you could have anyone, and that just doesn't mean the girls.

I'm not saying that I don't care for you, because I do. After many months of wanting you, you are now mine, as I am yours, but don't let it become a fixation. Let's have fun while we're here and just hold in the back of your mind that I will still be here for you to fall back on.' He gave me a wan smile and I realised the pun that I had made. I smiled back at him.

'But at the same time, please don't restrict me. We are both sharing the same room, as in college, and we seem to have come on apace since then, and we will have our nights together.' I gave a little laugh. 'Don't you see? We can play their game, and whatever they come up with, they won't beat us. Why? Because we know, that whatever happens, we will come out of this together.'

Chris put his hand on mine and smiled. Goddammit! That smile was like the kiss of Judas, crucifying me. I was thinking of my pleasures. There was still the two dykes, Thelma and Claire waiting to feel my God given prick shoved up into their private domains. Heloise has already had sport with Chris's prick but yet had mine to sit on. Debbie has already had a taste of heaven, so why not the others. Of Richard, Trevor and Pancho, I was not sure yet whether they wanted any, but they would soon show their colours if they wanted it too, I thought.

'You see what I'm saying?' I asked of Chris

'Yes, I think so, and you are right in what you say,' he replied, giving my hand a squeeze.

'Well let's join the others and see what's been cooked up for us tonight,' I said, finishing my drink and standing up. Chris did the same and we went to the bar where fresh drinks were immediately pressed into our hands by Santos, Pancho turning round and slapping us both on the backs.

'My favourite models,' he cried, draping his arms across our shoulders. 'Seriously boys, I think you have helped me do my finest drawings to date. In fact, they're so good, even if I do say it myself, that we are having a special viewing after dinner. So let's go and have something to eat, and I want both of you to sit next to me so that we can talk.' Still with his arms around us, he led us to the dining table.

Words fail me to describe the meal that Maria, who we had yet to see, had produced. It was out of this world. Everything just melted in the mouth and tasted fantastic, even if I didn't know what it was, it was superb. The wines served with each course, a large single glass being enough, were excellent and complimented each dish. Soon it was coffee and brandies, Trevor and Thelma being the only ones to take the cigars.

It was over the post prandial drinks that Pancho became loquacious, sniffing at his brandy before sipping it. He indicated Heloise further down the table and told us how she came to be living at the villa.

'Like you two, I was a college student, believe it or not, studying art when I got the news that my parents had been killed in an accident.' He crossed himself before continuing. 'I came home here to this empty villa, where I stayed, giving up college, to live here like a hermit. My parents had left enough money so that I didn't need to go back to college, not that I had any inclination to do so, or really bother to find work. I cooked and cleaned for myself, never seeing a soul for months on end.

I would occasionally go to town to get supplies, but, other than that, I stayed here and continued with my drawing and painting. Then about ten years ago, Heloise and her mother, on a whim, saw the faint tracks off the highway and decided to follow them. They had been walking for days, and they followed these faint tracks and came to the villa. I was startled to see them and they were a sorry sight to see, covered in dust and wearing clothes that weren't much more than rags. Young Heloise stood there, barefoot, holding her mother's hand, looking with awe at the sight of so much water in one place in the desert. In spite of the grime on her face, I could see that she was a really beautiful child, and she still is as you can see.

Anyway, it was her sweet smile that prompted me to ask Kree, that was her mother's name which I found out later, was if she could cook? In her broken English, she said that she could, and that her daughter was the best at polishing and dusting. In a moment of aberration, I suddenly found that I had acquired a cook and a cleaner without any discussing of wages or the like. She was a good cook, if you are partial to Vietnamese food, and her daughter was a veritable whirlwind with the duster and polish.

Heloise, it turned out, was the result of an overpaid, oversexed American serviceman, hence her lighter colouring. Then when she found out that she was allowed use of the pool, it was an enormous job to keep her out of it. Before long, swimming was second nature to her as was walking. Being it such a secluded place, it never dawned on her that she had to put something on before entering the water.

I enjoyed those days, watching her growing up as she swam naked in the pool. She was thirteen when she started to turn into a woman, right there in the pool. She went berserk when she saw she was swimming in bloody water. Kree took her inside the villa and told the girl what was happening to her, and that is was just a part of growing up and the bane of a woman's life.