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Hitch-Hiker

By: Svenskaflicka



Karen wouldn't have spotted him if it wasn't for his white shirt that reflected the light of her headlights. He was standing next to the road, waving. She noticed a car in the ditch and realized that there must have been an accident. She hit the breaks and was out of her car before he had even opened his mouth.

"Are you all right?" she asked. "What happened?"

"I'm fine," he said. "I drove off the road when I was trying to avoid hitting a deer that jumped out in front of my car."

"You're bleeding!" said Karen, and pulled out a handkerchief. "Here, press this against your forehead..."

She led him to the car.

"Do you want me to take you to a hospital?" she asked.

"No, I'm fine," he assured her. "I just need to borrow your phone to call for a tow truck."

"You're lucky to be alive!" said Karen.

"And I'm lucky you stopped," he said. "I'm a damsel in distress, and you're my knight in shining armour."

"Don't you mean a knight in a shining Opel?" Karen giggled.

"How romantic!" he smiled dryly.

"Oh, about as romantic as imagining you as a damsel," said Karen, flashing him a naughty smile.

What's the matter with me? she thought to herself. I'm FLIRTING with him! He's a stranger, I don't know first thing about him!

"The name's Stephen, by the way," he said. "Stephen Mitchell."

"Karen Anderson," she replied.

* * * * *

They stopped outside Karen's house, and she showed him up to her flat.

"I like this place," he said. "Nice and spacious."

"Thanks," said Karen, smiling proudly. "The phone's over there. I'll get the first aid kit."

She got the little box out of the bathroom cabinet and returned to the kitchen just as Stephen hung up the phone.

"They'll pick it up first thing tomorrow morning," he said. "Would you mind if I used your phone again to call for a cab?"

"Yes, I would!" said Karen. "Head injuries can be tricky. You may feel OK right now, but you might wake up with a seizure in the middle of the night. I think you better sleep over."

"Well, if you insist..." he said. "Is your couch comfortable?"

"Very comfortable," said Karen. "I've received lots of praise for my comfortable couch."

He smiled at her. It was a nice smile, but at the same time a little wicked. With his blond hair and blue eyes, he looked like a fallen angel. All of a sudden, her knees felt unstable, and she quickly sat down.

"Take a seat," she said, and pulled out the other chair for him. "I want to take a look at that cut in your forehead."

He obediently sat down and allowed her to tend to his injuries. Like he had said, it wasn't as bad as it looked. She washed it and put on a Band-Aid. He closed his eyes.

"I'm sorry, did I hurt you?" said Karen.

"No, not at all," he said. "I'm just enjoying your tender care. You've got soft, warm hands."

He took her hands in his and opened his eyes. They weren't just blue, they had a green tint in them, too. Like the sea.

"You're not only beautiful, you're also very kind," he said. "May I thank you?"

"She smiled and closed her eyes. His kiss was light and gentle. She opened her eyes and gave him a dirty smile.

"Surely you can do better than that?" she teased him.

Oh, yes, he could! His next kiss was soft, sensual, and hot. His hands travelled down her neck to her shoulders, pulled her closer, and moved down to the first button in her blouse. They rushed to see who could get the other one's shirt off first, and it was a tie. Karen left her chair and straddled Stephen's lap. While he fumbled with the clasp of her bra, she drew a work of art over his hairy chest, and he moaned when she flicked her tongue over his nipples.

"You're the sexiest woman I've ever met!" he growled, and tossed her bra across the room.

He attacked her breasts like a hungry dog, and his 5 o' clock shadow scraped her sensitive skin in a way that made her tremble. He was rough, and it turned her on. She humped his hard-on through the clothes, and he tore himself away from her breasts.

"I need you!" he panted. "I want you right now!"

"What are you waiting for then?" said Karen, a little out of breath. "Take me!"

He abruptly stood up, with his hands around her ass. She wrapped her legs around his waist and stole another kiss as he carried her into the bedroom. They fell together down on the bed, and he went back to sucking on her nipples. Karen opened up her jeans, and he pulled them off her. Her body ached for him the few seconds it took him to do this, but then he was back, and so was his tongue; wet and teasing and intuitively knowing just where and how she craved its touch. She put her legs around his neck and locked him against her clit. He didn't even stop when she screamed with pleasure and arched her back off the bed. He kept licking away until she felt good enough to cry.

"Come inside me!" she begged. "I want you so fucking much!"

In three seconds flat he was naked and warm and driving his hard tool into her wetness. Karen was trembling, her legs kept shaking, and she clung to him for support while he worked his magic between her legs and brought her to another orgasm. He grabbed her wrists and pressed them down against the mattress. He fucked her roughly, and she moved with him, moved her hips up to meet his every thrust. He let go of one of her arms to lift her leg up, thus getting a different angle to penetrate her from. He reached new areas within her, and she grabbed on to the headboard with her free hand and indulged in the fantasy of being ravished. He bit her neck and groaned. Her next climax coincided with his. He kissed her deeply before he pulled out of her, and then he laid down next to her, put his arms around her, and pulled her into a spooning position. He kissed her neck and fondled her breasts. He took one of her hands in his and steered it down between her legs. Following his lead, she played with herself, moaning shamelessly to get him excited. Her show, together with his own playing with her breasts, soon got him hard again, and he entered her from behind. Karen closed her eyes and enjoyed the double stimulation of his cock and her own fingers. She could feel the tension build up again...

* * * * *

When she finally woke up, he was gone. She looked through the apartment to find a note or something, but the only evidence that he had ever been there was the first aid kit on the kitchen table and her bra that he had tossed into the kitchen sink. Disappointed and a little angry, she put the coffee on and stepped into the shower.

* * * * *

It took 2 months of detective work, but she'd finally managed to find his address, and here she was, driving up the road to a small house not far from where she'd picked him up that night. Karen parked the car and stepped out. A door opened, and a woman came out of the house. Karen felt her stomach cramp up. Who was this?

"Hello..?" said the woman. "May I help you?"

She was in her late 40'ies, had a plump figure, and large blue eyes.She somehow looked familiar...

"Hello," said Karen. "I'm looking for Stephen Mitchell."

"Stephen?" the woman tensed up. "And you are..?"

"My name's Karen Anderson," said Karen. "I don't suppose he's mentioned me?"

The woman merely stared at her. She didn't look very friendly. Oh, great! Had she run into Stephen's jealous wife? But she had to be a lot older than him...

"I met Stephen a few months ago," Karen explained. "He'd just had an accident with his car..."

"...and drove off the road trying to avoid hitting a deer," the older woman filled in. "Yes. I know."

"Well... I just wanted to stop by and make sure he was all right," said Karen, feeling more awkward by the minute.

"Miss Anderson... the woman sighed. "There's something I think you should know about my brother."

Brother! Her brother! Karen couldn't help but smile with relief.

"Stephen died in that car crash," said his sister. "He's been dead for 14 years, miss Anderson."

Karen took a step back.

"What... what are you saying?" she stuttered. "Someone... pretended to be Stephen?"

"Oh, no, I'm sure it WAS Stephen," said his sister. "Every now and then, he shows up at the place where he had that accident. He stops drivers and asks for a ride. When they come close to town, he's suddenly gone without a trace."

"But... this man came home with me," said Karen. "He called for a tow truck and spent the night! I washed blood off his forehead and put Band-Aid on him! It was a man of flesh and blood, I know he was!"

"Excuse me one moment, miss Anderson."

The woman went into the house and came back out with a photo.

"This is my brother Stephen," she said. "Is this the man you met?"

The blue, glittering eyes, with just a shade of green... the messy blond hair... the dirty smile...

"That's him," Karen whispered. "Oh, my god! That's him!"

"I'm sorry, miss Anderson," said Stephen's sister. "It's not the first time people have come up here to ask about him, but... miss Anderson? Miss Anderson! Are you all right?"

Karen fell on all four on the ground and threw up. Her head felt heavy, and she put a hand over her stomach. Two months late... He'd been dead for 14 years, and yet there it was, the result of a night of passion, hidden inside her yet flat stomach...

She threw up again.

Hitch Hikers Two



CHRIS

I suppose you can call this a prequel as well as a sequel to a middle part of my life and Tom's as related in the story of the Hitchhikers. Tom and I are lovers, male lovers and we make love to each other as only men can, so if this turns you off you might as well close the book now.

I am now twenty four years of age, fair haired, blue eyed and stand just a shade under six feet in my socks. I weigh in around one hundred and ninety pounds and am well built having toned up my arm and shoulder muscles as well as my thighs by my swimming. You wouldn't have thought this twelve years ago when my sexual experiences began, being somewhat on the skinny side and having found out that the thing between my legs had more uses than for just peeing through. It would get hard at seeing a half naked breast and I would have an ache in my balls that I found I could only relieve by using my hand until I could come and splatter the handkerchief that also became stiff and hard after too much use. 

I didn't dare put this into the laundry basket for my mother to find and ask why was it in that condition, so I would throw it away and say later that I had lost it somewhere. I began to get quite a supply of these as presents because of this habit of mine of constantly losing them. 

I lived in a small town where my father owned a drugstore and mother used to work with him, both having gone through school and university together before getting married. They obtained their degrees to become pharmacists and with help from both their parents, got enough money to open their own store. I came along a few years later and they were satisfied with the one child and I must say, gave me a good grounding in my education as I grew up.

I learnt to swim in a pond that was in a meadow just outside of town and this was where I spent most of my summer holidays. An old elm tree grew on the edge and some past boys had rigged a rope up to a convenient bough so that one could swing out from the bank to land right in the middle of the water and then learn to swim back to the bank. A friend of mine, Darren, would come with me and there we would go skinny dipping and then lie out in the sun to dry off afterwards. He was two years older than me and it was with him that I learned more about sex than any book can tell you.

We had no modesty at that age and with the pond being so isolated, swam naked and stayed that way the whole time there, lying on the grass when not swimming. We talked, as boys do about everything under the sun, including girls and then jerk off when we became aroused and even to do it to each other. So I got quite used to holding somebody else's cock in my hand quite early on in life, to move the flesh under my hand, feeling the strength and watch the sperm shoot out as he writhed under my touch.

With him being older, he started to date girls before I did and when we lay there in the sun he would relate in detail all that he and the current girl friend had done together and would also boast of the sex he'd had with them. I believed him and asked how did he go about it, getting her ready and willing to have sex. The technique, he told me was in the way you kissed and spoke to the girl. Well show me I demanded of him and that's where it all started for me to be as I am now.

'Okay. Let's pretend you are the girl,' he began and you must remember that we are both lying there naked in the sun in this secluded patch of grass by the pond. 

'You begin by stroking her hair,' which he proceeded to do to me, 'saying that it must have been spun from some silken machine for it to be as fine as this. You gently brush it away from her forehead before gently kissing her there.' 

He was doing this to me as he spoke, kissing me just below the hair line before kissing me on the lips. I didn't move as I accepted that first kiss but my body began to react, getting a hard on as he moved his body closer to mine. 

'Your eyes are of a shade of blue that I've never seen before in any painting by the Masters,' kissing me on the eyelids before kissing me on the mouth again. His body was slowly moving half across mine and I could feel that he too had a hard on. 

'We kiss like this for some time, while I'm letting her feel that I've got a cock that's as hard as a rock wanting to be used. If she responds to your words and kisses, you know that you'll get what you want in the end.'

This took place at the beginning of the holidays, and as we went swimming every day together, he told me more as his relations with his present girl friend developed. He couldn't wait to tell me one morning that she had actually sucked on his cock the night before.

'It was the greatest thing I've ever known,' he exclaimed, his eyes shining as we climbed out of the pool to dry off. 'Look! I've even got another hard on just thinking about it.'

'Do you want me to jerk you off?' I asked reaching out for him.

'No, not yet. Let me tell you, it was terrific.'

'Well tell me for Christ's sake!' I said. 'I'm getting a hard on in anticipation.'

'I can't! It's indescribable, but I can show you.' His eyes lit up at the thought he'd just had. 'But if I do it to you, you'll have to do it to me afterwards, okay, it's only fair?' To this I agreed, my erection now beginning to hurt at the thought of having it sucked.

'Right. I'll play the part of the girl and you've got to kiss me and talk to get me to do it okay?' To this I also agreed and he lay back and gave me a smile as I leaned into him and kissed him. This took some time and I enjoyed kissing him before I moved so that I was fully on top of him, squashing our erections between us. He then slowly, after a while of deep kissing, began to roll me off of him so that I was then on my back for him to kiss me.

He kissed my lips first and then moved down to my throat and chest, moving slowly downwards and across my stomach, still kissing me and I felt his hand take hold of my hard and rigid piece of flesh. I was trembling in anticipation as I felt his kisses move to the side of it and then felt his hot breath blow across the top of my erection. Then I experienced that thrill of having a mouth take in the head of my cock and begin to suck and lick it. I was in heaven having it sucked, tongued and tickled by another mouth, not caring whether it was male or female giving me this pleasure.

'I'm...I'm going to come,' I gasped as I felt it begin to build up before the surge that would soon be coming up that thin tube inside my penis.

'Let it go,' was the quick reply from Darren, releasing me briefly for me to feel the cold air waft round the head before being engulfed again in the heat of his mouth. So I let my head fall back onto the grass and bucked my hips as I came, his lips firmly clamped around the head of my cock as I sent out my stream to fill his mouth. Then incredibly, well to me then, he swallowed it all without letting me go from his mouth until he had sucked all that was to come from the eye of my cock. 

Then came that cold air again as he let go of me to roll over onto his back and I just lay there in a state of euphoria at having the most incredible experience of my short life up to that point.

'Well? What do you think of that then?' I heard Darren say as if from a great distance. 'Can you describe what you have just experienced?'

'No,' I gasped.

'That's why I could only do it to show you exactly how I felt. Now when you're ready, it's my turn to have the same done to me,' he said. So after several minutes while I screwed up the courage, I finally rolled over and kissed him and began the downward journey to my fate. His chest was hairless like mine and only had the similar sparse hairs at the crotch and then I was faced with his erection that lay like a sausage on the lower end of his stomach. I could see the head peeking out from the stretched foreskin, pink and glistening and watched it twitch as I took it in my hand. I didn't close my eyes and I could see his balls contract inside the sac as I took the head of his cock into my mouth. It throbbed and pulsated as the foreskin slid right back so that it was pure flesh I had and I ran my tongue round this rubbery knob and sucked, letting my saliva work its way round the head to make it easier to suck upon. I used my hand to work the skin of his erection up and down that hard flesh beneath and felt his thighs quiver as I did so. He was so keyed up at what he knew would happen that it didn't take me long in using my hand and mouth before I heard give out a warning gasp.

'I'm coming Chris, I'm coming now,' and he began to buck as I had and I felt the extra little bit of stiffening in the hand held cock and the throbbing increase as the underside sperm tube swelled and he came in a great burst of come into my waiting mouth. It came in several gouts, lesser each time but there was enough for me to hold until he stopped momentarily for me to close my eyes and swallow that mixture that had collected in my mouth. It didn't seem to taste of anything I have ever had in my mouth before and wasn't unpleasant at all. I then kept on sucking at the last few drops that came out as I squeezed it to the top of his penis and then giving him finally a kiss on the tip of his cock before falling back to lie beside him.

'That...that was incredible,' he said leaning up on his elbow. 'That was better than I got last night! You sure you haven't done this before?' he asked with a big smile on his face.

'No, and as you say, it was incredible. I enjoyed both, very much indeed.' 

As I well and truly did. For the first time I had sucked on another man's cock, the fact that we were still boys didn't come into it. We had the balls and the cocks to prove that we were men and I had loved the feel of that throbbing flesh between my lips and feel the power that I was controlling inside my mouth. The heat and the pulse that increased as he had come and I was proud that I had swallowed it without spitting it out. I couldn't wait to have the same experience again. From that day on I loved the feel of a hot throbbing piece of flesh first in my hand that I knew I was going to taste and have in my mouth.

We now did this every afternoon and I gloried and revelled at having him suck on me but the best was when I was doing it to him. Until the day came when he gave me the news that he had finally got to fuck the girl.

'Well? Come on! Tell me,' I cried, agog to hear of how he did it to a girl. 

We lay there wet from the pool as he tried to describe what he had felt in doing it and said that it was as hard to describe as it had been when trying to explain about cocksucking. So it came about that he would fuck me and I would then be able to do it to him. I played the girl again as we kissed there naked on the grass and then after a bit of sucking on his erection, he rolled me over onto my stomach and pulled me up onto my knees.

'This is the only way we can do it as we don't have the same number of holes that a girl has, but there's not a lot of difference except that I think we will be a bit tighter.' I heard him spit on his hand and guessed that it was for lubrication as I trembled there on my knees, looking down at the grass as I felt him put one hand on my hip and then feel the touch of the head of his erection to the hole of my arse. 

'Are you ready for this?' he asked, as I could feel the tip of his cock nuzzling my rear entrance.

'Yes,' I said, tensing up and he then slapped me on the cheek of my bum telling me to relax as I felt him try to push inside me and found that I was resisting him. Another slap did the right thing and I relaxed and then the head of his erection was suddenly inside me. What a feeling that was in spite of the pain of that first entry before the whole length of him slid inside and his thighs came up to rest against my bum.

Wow. I nearly freaked out at the multitude of feelings that surged through my body at his penetration and filling of me from the rear. I positively drooled at the feeling of that throbbing cock inside me, pulsating in time with his heart beat and making my own cock rise up harder than I'd ever known it as I had his power inside me creating all kinds of turmoil in my mind. Then he began to move and I could feel every vein and ridge of his erect penis as he began to shaft me, only pulling back far enough the let the head of his cock start to expand the entrance for me to feel before plunging back and buffeting me with his body as he fucked me. Both hands were now on my hips as he moved in and out of me, ramming harder and harder at me as he approached his climax and then held me tighter than he had ever done before as only his hips moved as he came, shooting his stuff up inside me.

Even now, twelve years later I can remember with great clarity that feeling of having the first cock up inside me that sent me up to heaven with all the wonderful sensations that coursed through my body at that time, especially when he came. I think I shot half my load before I got a chance to do the same to him which I did a few minutes after he pulled out of me. That in itself was rather an event for I experienced such a loss as he left me, my ring expanded to its utmost and had that feeling of loss as it contracted back to its normal size.

I was in love! Not with Darren especially, but with the erect male organ, be it in my mouth or up inside me, I loved the feel and texture and the thrill that one could give me. This was even before I got to know what it was like to have a woman, and I must say that it was a disappointment to say the least. Yes I loved the softness of a woman's breast and the small hands that made my cock look bigger than it was, but to stick myself inside a female had no comparison to doing it to the rear end of a male. But it was that a woman didn't have that flesh that I could get my teeth around, to scratch and then suck on solid muscle and have the end result come into my mouth for me to savour before swallowing. Or use it where I wanted it most, up inside me to ream and pleasure me as well as quell the fire that the sight of one aroused up the desire within my body.

Needless to say, Darren and I for the rest of the summer, sucked and fucked each other like there was no tomorrow, and I loved every minute of the holidays. Summer finished and it was back to school and how I missed those days by the pond, having Darren kiss me and letting me suck his erection before having him put it inside me. We did manage the odd evening but he was really getting into the girls and so I was left out in the cold. It seemed an eternity before the summer came round again and we would spend time swimming and having sex, me taking more than I was giving.

I lost him when he turned sixteen and went off to college and so I was without friend and sex and as yet, still not been with a girl. I was now fourteen and had grown till I was just an inch or two under my height now. I had started to fill out body wise also what with my swimming so I looked quite good when I was in a swimming costume at the school pool. I filled my costume very well and by winning many races started to get some attention from the girls. I could see that when I walked along the edge of the pool, the first thing they looked at was my tackle that made quite a bulge in my costume. Then they would look at my face and start to talk after having a giggle and a few whispers behind raised hands to their mouths.

I am quite shy as a person and I couldn't pluck up the courage to ask one of them out on a date so it was some time before I got to know one of them. She was in my class and she shyly stopped at my desk one day and asked me if I could help her with her chemistry studies as she was falling behind in her grades. This was my best subject and to have a girl ask me to help was a boost to my ego. Her name was Mary-Ann and had a nice bust for her age and had blond hair like me but was much prettier. I agreed and suggested the next Thursday night as this was when my parents had the drug store open late and we could study without interruption.

She knew where I lived and at six on that evening, she knocked at the door and I let her in and took her books from her to carry them into the parlour.

'This is a nice house you've got,' she said somewhat nervously. She had her hair tied up in a pony tail and she wore a kind of tank top that left her mid section bare and a short skirt. 

'Can you show me round?' Well there's not much you can show anybody of a three bedroom house they all being much the same, but I did anyway. 

'Which is your room,' she asked when we got upstairs, so I showed her, pleased that I am a really tidy person. She went in and looked round at the posters on the walls and made a point of studying the books on the shelf before sitting down on the bed.

'This is a lovely room,' she said, having a little bounce on the bed. 'Come and sit down and tell me what else you like to do apart from swimming. I like to watch you when you're swimming. You move more like a fish than a man.' Flattered, I went and sat down next to her, feeling the heat radiating from the closeness of her thigh to mine. 

'Also, you don't swagger down the side of the pool like some of the others, and,' she gave a little giggle, 'you fill the costume out better too.' I started to get a hard on at these words and I glanced down and could see it beginning to move the front of my shorts that I was wearing. She noticed it too for she then spoke in a small and coy voice.

'Would you like to kiss me?'

'Yes, I would,' I replied, trying to keep the tremble out of my voice, as this would be my first kiss with a girl. I leaned in and kissed those soft lips, not knowing where to put my hands as with Darren, we'd always been lying down flat. Mary-Ann solved that by taking hold of the sides of my head and holding me close as we kissed, then slowly fell back to be flat on the bed.

That first kiss was delicious and I went in for more which she wanted too and then I felt her hand take mine and slide it up under the tank top to let it rest on one firm breast with the nipple in my palm, hard as a nut.

'Rub it,' she whispered in between kisses and when I did so, her hand went down and started to rub my erection through my shorts. 

'Wow, you are big,' she murmured and then slipped her hand inside the top of the shorts and grasped me. I couldn't help but give out a groan as she squeezed it and then she moaned as I gave her breast a squeeze back. 

'Let's do this properly,' she said, breaking off the kissing and letting go of me to sit up. She swiftly pulled her top up over her head for me to see those wonderful tight breasts, one of which I'd already felt. She then pulled up the bottom of my T shirt and I lifted my arms for her to take it off completely. Then she stood up and undid the clip of her skirt so that it fell in a heap at her feet and I then could see her neat triangle of hair at the top of her legs as she wasn't wearing any panties. I began to sweat at the sight and didn't resist as she pulled me up from the bed and tugged down my shorts. My cock bounced free and caught her alongside the face as she went down to help get my feet out of the shorts. She was on her knees now looking first at my swaying erection only inches from her eyes before she looked up at me.

'This is some weapon you've got here Chris,' but I don't think she noticed me blushing for she moved her head forward and took me into her mouth. It was hot and soft as Darren's as her tongue traced round the head as she gave out a sucking sound as she took in some breath around it before her lips clamped on tight as she bobbed her head back and forth on it.

'No Mary-Ann,' I cried. 'Not too much. Let's put it where it really belongs.' 

She released me and came upright with a smile on her face and got onto the bed and lay back, beads of perspiration were on her face and between her breasts as I got on the bed with her. My cock was now really throbbing and my balls were aching as I rolled her over and brought her up onto her knees. I got between her legs and then pushed myself inside her and she gave out a scream. She was tight and I loved the feel of my cock sliding in till our thighs met. I didn't want to wait too long because I didn't think I would be able to hold out too long this being my first fuck with a girl, so I started to move myself in and out of her.




Hitch Hikers Two



'What the fuck are you doing Chris,' she screamed as I reamed her, holding her fighting body tight as I fucked her. 

'Stop it, stop it!' But I couldn't, I was getting toward my peak and kept on going. 'No Chris, no!' she screamed again as I held her tight as I began to come inside her and then the truth dawned on me why she was screaming. I was fucking her in the wrong place. 

She fell forward and I went with her, still bucking my hips at my coming as I lay full length on her, giving those last little jerks to get the last of it out of me. It was too late to say sorry as I pulled out for her to whirl round, her breasts shaking with her anger as she raised her hand and slapped me round the face.

'You fucking animal!' she shouted, tears streaming down her face as she got off the bed. She was sobbing as she picked up her clothes and ran out of the room. I lay there stunned at what I had done, cursing myself for forgetting that a woman has two holes and not just the one like me. My first experience and chance of finding out what it would be like doing it with a woman and I fucked it up good and proper. A few minutes later, I heard the front door slam before I could get dressed properly to try and tell her what went wrong. What on earth was she going to tell the other girls? I'd blown my chances of ever getting one now at school, I could have wept, so I went and had a shower to clean myself properly. Darren and I always went back into the pond after having anal intercourse to keep ourselves clean as it was pure common sense to do so.

I didn't bother going downstairs but went straight to bed wondering if she'd report me to the head or tell her parents what I had done. It was a worrisome night and I really dreaded going to school the next day and I fretted the whole time, waiting for a call that never came. I avoided all the girls that day and over the weekend but I still had to go to school on Monday. Who was the first person I bump into, Mary-Ann. I tried to stammer out an apology but she swept past me without saying a word.

'What did you do to her the other night?' Ellen, another girl from the class who had come up behind me asked. She had obviously seen the encounter and wanted to know. 'We know she was going to your house but she won't say a word about it.'

'Er, we seem to have got off on the wrong foot,' I answered rather lamely. 'I was too eager it being my first time,' realising I shouldn't have said that last part. Now all the girls will know that I hadn't been able to do it properly.

But time went by and she still refused to talk about it for I suppose she didn't want the others to know that she had been buggered instead of fucked. So my having it off with a girl seemed to get put on the back burner for the time being.

It was some time later, just after finishing swimming practice that Mr Robbins, the school's art teacher asked me if I would pop along to his study for a chat when I'd got dressed. I had a shower to get the chlorine off and when I was dressed, went up and knocked on his door.

'Come in Chris, come in,' he said when he saw it was me at the door. 'Sit you down, sit down,' indicating a couch near the desk. I went and sat down wondering what we wanted me for and looked about his study at the many pictures that adorned the walls of the room. It took a few minutes before I realised that they were all of men in a variety of poses. Weight lifting with heavy bars showing all the muscles, then running, jumping, swimming and some just of men flexing their muscles to be photographed or sketched.

'I watched you swimming today, well I've seen you several times and must say that you have a lovely body. Have you ever thought of weight lifting, to build up those arm and shoulder muscles?'

'No,' I replied, 'It seems like hard work. No, swimming is enough for me.'

'Pity, but there is something you could do that isn't strenuous in the least. In fact you don't even have to move a muscle, just sit still. I'm asking if you could find it in yourself to pose for the senior art class? We, or rather they, are now entering their last phase by drawing and sketching the human form.' I was speechless and didn't expect that this was why he wanted to see me. We sat there for an hour as I put up all kinds of objections that he shot down and in the end I agreed, much to his delight. My studies were changed slightly so that I could be in his class three afternoons a week, two hours at a time, and it was with some trepidation that I presented myself for the first time in his art class.

There were about twenty students there of about half and half mix of boys and girls and I caught sight of the girls start to whisper when they saw it was me that was to be their model.

'Welcome Chris,' he said after I had walked in. 'I think most of you know our Chris,' he said to the class at large, 'and I'm most happy to welcome and thank him for being our live model. Now this way Chris,' he said, leading me to a large screen and he explained that here I could undress and there was a towel for me to put round my waist when I was not actually in a posing position. He watched me as I undressed and then, with a towel round my middle, he led me out to the small podium where there was a large stool for me to sit on.

'Now you all know what you are to do so let's get started,' he said to the class as he placed me by the stool and took off my towel to sit me down. I heard gasps from the boys and smothered giggles from the girls who could see the frontal side of me as Mr Robbins sat me down on the stool. I couldn't understand the gasps from the boys having seen most of them in the showers and knew I was much better endowed than they were. For the girls, I think it was because they had all seen me in my swim suit but were now seeing me in the raw. I could also hear sighs which I took to be disappointment from those who only got a side or rear view of me. 

The teacher moved my arms and legs into the position he wanted and when he moved out of the way I could then see the wide eyed girls looking at what I'd got between my legs and then I started to get a hard on. There were more gasps from the girls as it rose up and Mr Robbins dropped the towel into my lap.

'Now then Chris. Try and control yourself. Think of something banal and get your mind off whatever you are thinking. This is an art class, not a biology lesson.'

'Sorry Mr Robbins. Couldn't help it,' I blushed.

'Well start drawing,' he called out to the class, 'you can draw the finer points in later.'

So I sat there for half an hour, thinking sad thoughts or rather trying to before the towel was removed for the next hour and a half. The bloody thing kept rising every now and again as I caught some pretty chick's eye and kept getting a gentle slap from the teacher when he saw it begin to come up. He kept moving around the class telling them the finer points of drawing and I was thankful when he came back up and dropped the towel in my lap again and said that the lesson was over for the day.

He told me later that he could have trebled the class after my first sitting, all girls, to which I blushed and stammered that those he had was enough for me to contend with.

'We must do something about you getting an erection all the time during the lesson,' he said. 'We've got to take the edge off your sexual appetite.' He mused on this as he paced up and down the study. 

'Take your clothes off as though you were in the class room.' He said finally. Not quite understanding what he had in mind, but did as he asked and stood there naked in front of him. 'Here, look at this,' and he passed a small magazine over to me. I puzzled for a moment as I opened it and found that he'd given me a pornographic one, full of pictures of the sex act between men and women, woman and woman and man with man or men. Of course I got an instant hard on at seeing these and looked at him somewhat bewildered, book in my hand and my throbbing erection jutting out in front of me.

'Now what do you normally do when you're in that state?' he asked and without waiting for me to answer went on. 'You either jerk off or have someone do it for you. Have you ever had sex with another boy, jerking off and the like?' I nodded dumbly at this.

'Fellatio?'

'Pardon?' 

'Oral sex. Have you ever been sucked off?' Again I could only nod dumbly.

'Go and lie down on the couch,' he said, and so I moved back and lay down, my erection still hard and laying on my stomach.

'What I do for art's sake,' he muttered as he came over and went down onto his knees. 'This is what you need just before you go into the class,' he said, and I could only lie there and watch him take hold of my erection and lower his head and take me into his mouth. I must say I was shocked but not displeased at having a teacher do this to me and rather enjoyed having him do what I'd been needing for some time now. His mouth was hot and he was rather good with the using of his tongue and teeth as he sucked and chewed on me as he slowly jerked me off at the same time.

'I'm coming,' I managed to get out in a strangled voice.

'Great,' he said, briefly lifting his head up off me, 'keep going and let it come,' as his mouth engulfed me again. I sighed and closed my eyes and gave myself up to the pleasure of having my cock sucked again by an expert. I couldn't but help myself to buck my hips as I came, shooting out the lot into his waiting mouth for him to swallow and lick me clean when I'd finished.

I opened my eyes when he let go of me and I saw that he had both hands at his front below the edge of the couch and realised that he was putting himself away inside his own trousers. The bugger had been jerking himself off as he had sucked on me, but I didn't care as I'd had the release that I wanted, so why shouldn't he.

He straightened up and waited for a few minutes and then asked me to stand up, which I did, my cock now at half mast.

'Well that seems to have done the trick,' he smirked. 'How long can you last before it rises again?'

'About an hour,' I replied.

'Well try and make it longer. Let's do this before each session if you've no objection Chris?' he asked with a warm satisfied smile.

'None at all,' I replied having got the measure of his desire, 'providing you don't get rid of your erection under the couch.'

'What do you mean?' he asked warily.

'Come off it Mr Robbins. I'd rather you fucked me than waste it that way.'

'Really?' he asked, his face brightening up into a big smile. 'You'll let me do it to you before we go out for the next class?'

'Of course,' I smiled back at him. 'It's the only thing I'm really going to get out of this posing for you aren't I?'

So for the rest of the year, three times a week just before the art class started, I would go to his study and he would go down on me to try and prevent the erection in class and then he would take me on the couch to rid himself of his own sexual frustrations that I knew was apparent with such lovely girls in front of him every day.

It got to a point that I didn't bother with a towel when I emerged from behind the screen and I let them all see what was hidden in my costume when I was swimming. That was how I was picked up by Juliet. She wasn't one of the crowd that mixed with Mary-Ann, so there was no connection that she might get to hear of what I had done to her. She was in the art class and wondered if I wouldn't mind letting her put the final touches to her drawing in private, at her house one evening. It was coyly said and I guessed what touches she wanted to do and accepted. The promise was there and I hoped that I wouldn't make the same mistakes again because she would be quite a catch. Her parents were amongst the richest folks in town and it wouldn't be a bad thing to get my feet under the table there.

I duly turned up at her house at the appointed time and it was Juliet that opened the door with a big smile.

'Come in Chris,' she said taking my arm, swinging the front door shut behind us. 'We're all alone as it's the staff's night off and Mother and Father are out at a function, so we are perfectly safe.'

'Safe from what?' I couldn't help but ask.

'Safe from being interrupted,' she replied with a smile, dragging me through the house and out into what was an indoor swimming pool. It was massive, at least twenty five yards in length and had side glass panels that could be opened in the summer. There were loungers around one side and it was to here that she led me.

'Let's have a swim first,' she said, starting to take off her clothes.

'I haven't brought a costume,' I said in protest.

'I've seen you without one in the classroom, now you can see me without one too,' as the last piece of clothing came off for me to see her fine figure. I saw more because she did a back flip into the water, that is, to do this properly, you have to open your legs as you bend them for the lift up and so I quite clearly saw the bush and open lips of her sex for that briefest of glimpses. What she had said was true that she had seen me in the full flesh so I thought, what the hell, and quickly stripped off and joined her in the cool water of the pool. 

We swam a few lengths before she stood up in the shallow end, the water still moving just below her full breasts as I surged up in front of her. I stood there looking at the secret smile she was giving me and I couldn't but help look down to those two orbs seeming to float on top of the water.

'Do you like them?' she asked as she put her hands underneath them and lifted them up for my inspection. The water was still running off them and each outstanding nipple had one drop poised at the tip. 'You can touch them,' she said, taking hold of my hands and placing them on these two floating balloons. 'Rub them and warm them up.' As my hands made circles round their softness, her own hands went below the surface and took hold of my cock and balls and the warmth of her hand made it start to rise.

'Let's get out of here,' she said, giving me a quick kiss before turning and striking out for where our clothes lay. She was up and out of the pool before I reached the side and she began pulling the long lounger cushions onto the floor and then lay back on them and beckoned to me as I came up out of the water.

Her legs were parted and I could see what I had to aim at this time and went and lay down next to her and she was immediately in my arms and kissing me. This only lasted a few minutes before she whispered that she wanted me, now, there and then. Forget the foreplay, let's fuck.

So with her leading, she guided my throbbing prick into the orifice where she wanted it put, and it was warm and wet enough for me to slide in without the slightest effort on my part. As that heat surrounded my erection I was thankful that it was wet and also that Mr Robbins had given me a blow job that very afternoon for I think I would have come straight away it being the first time I'd been able to actually put my thing up inside a woman. 

I can't truly say it was wonderful as I was comparing it to the back passage of a man. It was softer and though there were more muscles inside, they didn't have the strength of a sphincter. They could touch and make you feel them but had insufficient power to hold you inside. This was the downside I felt as I moved myself slowly in and out of that enclosing warmth of her vagina. Don't get me wrong by imagining that I didn't enjoy it because I did. Her enthusiasm helped as she had wanted my tool inside her and she was trying to milk what she could out of it. She bucked and thrashed, pulling at me to try and dig deeper inside, her legs coming up to grip my waist as we fought each other on the cushions, her trying to take more and me trying to get further in as we fucked. It was great and I became alarmed when she went into a paroxysm of movement and then went rigid as she gave out our scream that echoed round and round the enclosed pool area.

I nearly panicked thinking I was in the wrong place again, but I know now that she was in the middle of an orgasm, but it had its effect of not letting me come. I kept on ploughing into her until she begged me to stop. I lay there panting on top of her heaving body, her breasts squashed under my chest as she too heaved, trying to take in more oxygen.

'You're a fucking stud, man. That's the first time somebody has made me come like that for the first time you wonderful man!' Boy did my heart swell at that pronouncement. 'God, I've got to cool down after that!' she exclaimed as I slid out of her, still not having come myself yet. She was up and into the pool as I stood up not certain exactly what I had done at that time. My cock was still up and hard, throbbing and not yet had my release when she surfaced. 

'Come in here and keep that bloody great tool ready for another session,' she cried. I dived in and joined her as she frolicked about in the most childish fashion and I was glad when she got out of the water and beckoned me out to join her. I couldn't get out of the water quick enough to dip my wick again, hoping that she would stay still long enough for me to come at the same time as her.

She was flat on her back with her legs wide open, the lips of her sex glowing pink inside that slight hairy surround and I fell between her legs and drove straight in to that wet warmth again. She was bucking up against me again, her legs high up at my side for the deepest penetration when she gave out a scream and so I let myself go and started to come myself. She screamed again and suddenly started to push me off of her just as I was letting go. Her strength was amazing and managed to force me back so that I slid out and then I saw what and why she had screamed. It was not just of her coming but also that of her parents.

I got up on wobbly legs and stood there with my cock still throbbing and small jets of sperm still coming out of the tip as I faced her parents who were standing there on the opposite side of the pool looking at us. I could hear Juliet trying to get her clothes together as she cried at being caught in the act. I was standing there like a statue, not knowing really what to do in this situation, dribbles of sperm still issuing out from the end of my cock.

'You bastard! Get out of my house!' her father started screaming, drowning out the sobs of Juliet. Her mother had a hand to her mouth and her eyes were as wide as dinner plates as she looked at me. I didn't know what to cover first, my face or my dripping erection as her eyes bored into mine. The screaming of her father was washing over me in the melee of Juliet crying and trying to get her clothes from under my feet. All I kept hearing was him calling me a bastard and to get out of the house. I didn't realise until afterwards that though he ranted and raved, he stayed on the other side of the pool for I think he saw that I was much bigger and possibly stronger than he was. His wife said nothing but just looked at the aftermath of seeing me fuck her daughter.

The spell broke and I grabbed my clothes and fled through one of the side doors of the enclosed pool. I managed to get my trousers on in my flight across the garden and it wasn't until I was three houses away before I stopped to try and put my shoes on. There I found I only had one sock left, my underpants had gone too, so throwing away the odd sock, I put my shoes on and my T shirt and went off to my home. 

As I trudged on my way I reflected on what could be the repercussions from this episode in my trying to have a normal relationship with a female. The only consolation I had was that I had actually been inside a female with my cock for the first time and though I didn't come properly inside her, I at least had done half of it, the rest shooting and dribbling out afterwards.

I crept into my own house and had my shower before going to bed and there re-lived the past few hours, dreading the possible aftermath from Juliet's parents. But at least I now knew the difference between what a woman had between her legs and what a man had. Then to be honest with myself, I'd rather stick myself into a man, unless a woman would want it the same way as the mistake I had made with Mary-Ann. I know I shouldn't make comparisons with only one experience with a female, but there was one major difference that the man had over the female. He could do the same to me! That is what I wanted! I was enjoying my sessions with teacher Robbins because he was putting himself into me which is what I desired most of all. The fact that he was blowing me either before or afterward was just a bonus as far as I was concerned.




Hitch Hikers Two



But still I worried, waiting for that phone call to my Dad about what had gone down at Juliet's home, but again, nothing came through. I noticed at the next posing session in the art class that she wasn't there, and this caused me some concern until I heard what happened. Her parents had pulled her out of school and sent her to an all girl school somewhere further north which told me all I wanted to know.

It wasn't much longer before Mr Robbins stopped using me as a model. He gave me all kinds of reasons why he was dropping me but I eventually got to the bottom line and that was that he was frightened. Frightened that what we had been doing together in his study prior to the classroom would somehow leak out. We would get caught and then that would mean the end of his career as a teacher and also break up his marriage by having sex with a student, even worse, by it being a male student.

He was almost in tears when he said that we had to finish our personal relationship, and I cried too for I was now going to lose having his cock ream me on a regular basis which was more of a loss than him sucking me off. I had found that I preferred having another man behind to give me the thrill that I had now become accustomed to. I know I'd only ever really fucked one girl once, but what I really wanted, needed, was to have that hard piece of male flesh push up inside me and then ream my canal and give me the satisfaction I now craved above all else.

So being dumped by the teacher, the girl being sent away and one, that I'd fucked the wrong way, I was back on the outside again of having a good, loving, sexual relationship. So I threw myself into my swimming and other sporting activities to work off my energy and just jerk myself off at night when it became too much.

I was in my last year of school and at the age of sixteen when I had a one night stand and another one that lasted quite a few weeks. The single one came out of the blue and it would have been the last thing I would of thought of happening to me. I was down in the Mall, window shopping more than anything else when I bumped into Juliet's mother.

'Chris! I wondered when I would bump into you. Why haven't you called round about Juliet?'

'I...I...didn't think I'd be welcome,' I stuttered.

'Nonsense. Here, take these bags and help me to the car with them,' she said, passing across several parcels that I couldn't help but take them from her and follow her as some kind of lap dog in her wake. I went with much misgiving down to her car and helped her put them inside.

'Get in,' she said, and it was more of an order than a request and I don't know why, but I complied and got in beside her and she drove off to her house. 'You know that Juliet is now at a different school,' she said by way on breaking the silence in the car as she drove along.

'I guessed that when she didn't show up for classes,' I said rather drily.

'God, it was funny!' she laughed, though I didn't feel like joining her in this. 'Ralph, that's my husband's name, shouting out like that but didn't have the balls to move round to tackle you. Talking of tackle, what I saw seemed quite good and felt proud of her for picking a boy that was that suitably endowed.' I began to shift in my seat feeling quite uncomfortable at the way the conversation was going. 

'I...I'm sorry for the embarrassment I caused,' I stuttered.

'You didn't embarrass me in the slightest,' she laughed. 'I was just glad that she picked a boy like you to give her a yard stick as it were on picking her future mate.' I had no answer to this and was thankful that we had now just pulled into the drive of her house. She parked the car and opened the rear door where here packages were. 

'Bring those in for me will you please,' she said turning away to go to the front door. Rather than be crass and rude, I gathered up the boxes and bags and took them into the house and followed her upstairs and into what appeared to be her bedroom. 

'Put them down anywhere,' she said, her back to me as I did so. When I went and turned round, I found that she had taken off her blouse and I had these two big heavy breasts facing me. She had a big smile on her face as she moved in and kissed me, pressing those big mammeries up against my chest. Taken aback and having no apparent alternative, put my arms round her and returned the kisses I was getting.

'I've waited a long time for the opportunity to do this,' she said breathlessly as she feverishly unbuttoned my shirt and almost tore it off my back so that I could feel those hot two protuberances being pressed against my chest again. She kissed me as her hands fumbled at my belt and I guessed she must have had much practise at this, for it was soon undone as was my fly and my jeans were being pulled down below my knees. She broke off the kiss to finish the job of getting them off from my feet. Her hands seemed to flutter around her waist and the skirt just seemed to float away to leave her in just a wispy piece of material that didn't hide what was underneath.

'God Chris, it looks bigger than what I saw from across the pool,' she said as she sank to her knees and took me into her hands. The touch of them was enough to start it begin to rise up till it attained its full erect length and stature. 'The last time I saw this it was dribbling,' she said in an awesome voice and I couldn't but help notice that she too was dribbling from her mouth before it opened and took me inside.

'What about Mr.....?'

'He's away for the night,' was the brief reply before taking me back into that hot eager mouth.

'Juliet....?'

'She's away,' was the gulped answer as she continued on her attack on my erection, sucking, tonguing and making use of her teeth, gently I might add. 

'God, let's put this where it will do the most good,' she said rising up and quickly pulling off her panties and pulling me onto the bed. 'I was right,' she breathed out as I sank inside her, 'it's bigger than I thought it was. Now fuck me as you did my daughter and tell me which is the better.'

I didn't like this idea of making comparisons when I didn't really have many, in fact just the one, but I did as I was told and fucked her. Now that was a woman! She, well, Juliet knew nothing about how to manipulate the vagina as her mother did. But, and I say but, it still wasn't the same as fucking someone up the back passage. She was much looser than Juliet and the thought that went through my mind as I kept moving into her, was that this woman beneath me had given birth, but still knew how to use her body to give a man pleasure. 

When she began to scream, I froze and let her continue in her gyrations as she bucked and twisted up to my body that was supporting what was stuck inside her. She was literally fucking herself on my erection and so I let her carry on till she shook and shuddered as she came, her legs almost squeezing me to death as she forced out her coming and I felt it begin to seep down round my balls.

'Stay inside and suck my tits,' she gasped, her face shining with sweat. 'Suck them and bite them,' she urged. 'Let me feel the pain as you bite into them.' I felt foolish to try and do this and it wasn't easy to twist my upper body down to take the breast in my mouth and still stay inside her, but I managed and bit into her tit and made her scream again that made me release her immediately. 

'Again, again,' she cried out, writhing under me and so I did it to the other one and heard her scream again and I felt a sudden pressure round my cock as she orgasmed again. I could do nothing but carry on moving in and out of her as we fucked to bring her through to the end and I then came and cried out to let her know that I was done, pumping my hips hard, ramming tight up between her legs and then I had a helpless mass of woman beneath me as she gave out one last gasp and became almost lifeless. I was covered in sweat and I could see it dripping onto her already sweat sheened body as I finally pulled out and flopped down beside her.

'Chris,' I heard her murmur and felt her hand grasp mine as we lay side by side. 'That was the best fuck since my school days,' and she squeezed my hand. There was nothing I could say to that and just squeezed her hand back as an answer. We lay there together letting the night air slowly cool our bodies and it was several minutes before she spoke again.

'Juliet's pregnant you know.'

'What?' I cried, rearing up onto an elbow and looked down at her feeling my body start to tremble. 'What...what did her father say?'

'He went ballistic when she told us and it serves the bastard right for not listening to me,' she smiled.

'What...when...how...'I stuttered.

'Don't worry about it Chris,' she said, running her fingernails down my chest. 'It's been taken care of. A distant relative has agreed to marry her and pass off the child as his own. What with getting a lucrative position in the firm as well, he jumped at the chance.'

'What...what did Juliet say?' I couldn't help repeating myself as I stammered out the question.

'She would rather have had you but her father wouldn't hear of it. He thinks you did it on purpose to get into the family and try for a slice of the pie.'

'What about you? You knew and yet you've let me make love to you too.' She smiled at me again.

'It doesn't matter to me. I'm glad we've found a way of getting back at him for the miserable way he has treated us for the past fourteen years.' Her hand was now handling me and bringing me up to full standard. 'Now one last time Chris, make me happy again because we can't do this anymore.' 

Her eyes were alight with expectation and I couldn't help myself but roll over on top of her and slide in between her open legs to have her again. As I entered her and our stomachs met, she reached up and kissed me before I raised myself up on my elbows and began to move myself inside her. It was a lovely fuck and drove the thought of Juliet out of my mind as I ploughed deep and often into her. She screamed out once more as she held me tight in the throes of another orgasm and I let myself go and felt my seed shoot up into her hot waiting cavern. I eased myself down onto her sweat covered body and kissed her and then her breasts as I slowly pulled out of her and then flopped down by her side again to regain my breath.

'Thank you Chris,' she breathed and I could see her breasts, heave up and down as she took in deep breaths. 'That's got to last me for a long time. Ever since that night by the pool when I saw you standing there like Adonis with your erect penis still dripping with sperm, I've dreamed of having you myself. In fact, that very night I stopped taking the pill.' It took several minutes before what she had said sunk in.

'Oh Christ!' I groaned, covering my eyes with my forearm as I saw the implications of what she had done.

'Yes Chris,' she said softly. 'I thought that if you could get her pregnant while still losing half of it on the floor of the poolside, you could do the same to me.'

'But he'll kill me!' I cried, coming back up on my elbow to look down on her smiling face again.

'No he won't, because I'm not going to tell him. If you have succeeded, and I hope you have, it'll be too late when he realises the truth.' Her hand came up and stroked my cheek. 'I hope it's a boy too so that I can name him Christopher as another slap in the face for him,' she laughed. 'Now my sweet lover, my Romeo to my Juliet, give me one last kiss before you go.' She pulled my head down and we spent several minutes kissing before she released me to get up from the bed. 'I'm going to relive this night for many years to come,' she said, hugging her breasts as she watched me get dressed. I paused at the bedroom door to have one last look at her naked body there on the bed, the dreamy smile on her face, eyes closed as she gently rocked herself on the crumpled sheets.

I've been had, I thought as I made my way home, I had been used as a pawn in her game of life with her husband. In some ways I hoped she hadn't been got pregnant, but then there was a secret wish that she was for her sake. I now began to pay attention to the local newspaper because it always carried gossip about the top echelon of our community, and it wasn't long before I read that Juliet had been secretly wed some months earlier and was now expecting her first child. It was an obvious lie because the dates didn't tie up, but they had to give that out to make it look as though she hadn't conceived the child out of wedlock. Then a couple of months later another snippet was there that Mr and Mrs Westcliffe were expecting their second child and I wasn't sure whether to be delighted or not. Well at least it proved that I was a man even if it was another man I preferred to be with than a woman.

To combat my sexual urges, I literally threw myself into my swimming and field events at school. What I wanted most of all out of this was to beat the school's swimming record for the one hundred metres. My problem was that I still hadn't learned how to turn fast enough to do this. Here is where Mr Clayton came in as my trainer. He was the sports coach and he would spend hours with me, drilling me and showing me how to turn at the end of the twenty five metre pool. How to pace myself and not go flat out and not have anything left at the final stretch.

I still had about six months left of school before I perfected the somersault turn that Peter, for that was Mr Clayton's name was and told me to call him that when we were alone down at the pool. He would constantly rove up and down the side of the pool shouting out instructions when my head was above the surface as he did on this day. I stood on the block as he held the stop watch and shouted go for me to start a timed swim. I gulped in air at every fourth stroke as I ploughed down the length of the pool, taking in one big gasp before the turn. It felt good as I did the return run. The turns were good at both ends and I began to feel the strain after the last turn, and I could hear his yells as I made the effort for the last twenty five metres.

When I touched the end, I had to hang on to the side as I fought to get breath into my lungs as he gave out great shouts and then jumped into the water and hugged me.

'You did it!' he spluttered as he jumped me up and down. 'Nearly five seconds!' his eyes alight at my achievement as he held me in his arms in the water. In my exuberance at hearing this, held him tight too and then kissed him. His eyes went a bit wider and I couldn't see what thoughts ran through his mind at my reaction to the news. 

'Come on, out of the water. You've done enough for the day. It's not official, but you've broken the record and we'll set up a proper timing later for you to do it again.'

We got out of the pool and he looked as though he'd been drowned for he'd jumped in with all his clothes on in his excitement. Into the changing room we went with his arm around me where we had a shower and got changed.

'Chris. Will you come up to my rooms for a moment where can talk about you really going for the school's record?' he asked of me.

'Sure,' I replied, following him and we went on through his study and into his bedroom where he said he wanted to change his shirt. I sat down in the chair that he indicated while he took off his shirt and got a clean one out of a drawer and then sat down on the bed with it in his hand but not putting it on.

'Chris. I've two questions to ask you,' he said quietly. 'Did you really mean to kiss me or was it just exuberance at breaking the record?' He was looking me straight in the eye as he asked.

'Yes to the first part and no to the second,' I said just as quietly holding his gaze with mine.

'Would you like to kiss me again then?' he asked softly.

'Yes,' I replied just as softly, getting up from the chair and going over and sitting down next to him. Both our arms opened automatically as we twisted our hips round to face each other as we embraced and kissed, slowly falling back to lie on the bed. We kissed for several minutes before he whispered to me, ' I have one more question.'

'You said two questions. This will make it three.' I said.

'Ah, but I couldn't ask it until you said yes to the first two. The question is, do you want to take this further than just kissing?'

'Yes,' I breathed, giving him a quick kiss. We got up from the bed and quickly took our clothes off and then looked at each other, naked, both with erections for a moment before going into each other's arms again to kiss, feeling our erections clash and get squashed between our bodies. We fell onto the bed as we kissed and as soon as we landed, we parted and turned round so that we were head to tail and I found he was as avid to suck my cock as I was his. His hot mouth went onto mine as I went down on his and we lay there unable to talk as we licked, tongued, teased and gently sucked upon each other. It was lovely to have a soft and yet hard piece of flesh in my mouth again, to have a different taste and feel the throb and power that was inside that skin that I moved slowly up and down with my hand. I was getting pleasure at both ends as I felt my balls begin the process of my sperm making itself ready to make its way up to the surface. 

I caressed his balls as I gently sucked on him and knew that he was ready too as I let myself go and felt my cock swell that little bit more as I began to come in his mouth. He was a fraction of a second behind me as I felt it began to move up his shaft and erupt into my mouth. I kept my lips clamped tight round the head of his cock as it jerked his coming out and held it there, moving it round as more came out. Then it was a pause as I swallowed it before resuming my sucking and squeezing to get the last drops up and out. Then when the head was clean and no more forth coming, it was to gently nibble the length of his now slightly softer shaft, kissing and running my tongue up and down and over the exposed head.

It seemed that we both gave out sighs at the same time as we slowly moved apart to change our position to get back into each other's arms to kiss some more. We lay there for more than hour just kissing and stroking each other, waiting for us to regain our strength for what I really wanted more than sucking on an erection.

'You know where I really want you to put this?' I said as I stroked his now erect penis.

'In the same place that I want yours,' he chuckled. 'There's some condoms on the side,' and he broke away and rolled over onto his stomach.

'Where's the cream?' I asked, having got up and was rolling the rubber down over my erection.

'No cream. I want to feel every inch of it,' he said in a muffled voice from the pillow.

'Get ready then,' I said as I got back onto the bed, and he rose up onto his knees, presenting me with his backside. I shuffled forward a bit between his legs and nuzzled the tip of the condom to his arse and felt him take a deep breath and begin to relax. With one hand on his hip and the other on my shaft I put it up to him and pushed in. He gave a grunt as I pushed and I felt the resistance of his sphincter muscle but continued and suddenly the head was inside and I was then able to slide in till our thighs met.

'Wow,' came the muffled voice as I now had both hands on his hips and began to fuck that tight little hole. Why did I ever want the slackness of a woman when I had this I thought as he squeezed me tight with every thrust I made into him. This is what it's all about and quickly came as I couldn't wait to be on the receiving end of his which I knew would be bouncing about beneath him. I ground my hips up tight to his lower body as I jerked out my coming into the condom until it was all gone from my body.

He gave out a little cry as I pulled out and then went to the basin and pulled off the condom and dropped it in the wastebasket and washed my hands.




Hitch Hiking



The highways seemed to stretch straight into an unseen point into infinity. Hitch Hiking is not safe, sure, but it is the only way I can travel. I stop and work when and where I can, I do not have a car, cannot spare my meager earnings on bus fare or trains, so I am forced to live with hitch hiking. Truckers are usually safe, they are on the road for long, lonely stretches of time and are more than willing to pick someone up – if only for the conversation. And I can usually hold my own in conversation, I may be a bit poor, but I am not ignorant, I keep up with current events and I am a good listener. The skill of listening lends itself to insight that many others do not achieve, as they are so wrapped up in themselves. They miss out on the human drama.....lives that are intertwined with one another, and affecting each other in ways the average man does not even realize. I have become a student of life, learning from the experts......the average person.

This hot, muggy evening the truckers are few and far between. I have not even seen a car for the last 45 minutes and I am beginning to think I will be spending the night alongside the road. I keep walking west along the highway...the land is flat and there does not appear to be a place that I can crash for the night. The sun is beginning to set and I do need to be off the road before it gets completely dark. Watching the sky turn orange, I finally hear a low humming in the distance. I stop, turn around and wait.....sure enough a vehicle is coming. I stretch out my hand, thumb up, mentally crossing my fingers that are compassionate to strangers on the road. When the vehicle comes closer, I see that it is an old commercial van....you know, the kind with no windows except in the front. The van slows and I see that there are two occupants, both young guys.

They pull over to the side of the road just ahead of me and I walk up to the passenger door. The driver, a dark blonde with bright green eyes, leans over and offers me a ride. It is hot and I notice that neither of them is wearing a shirt. Ah, if only I could get away with doing the same thing!!! There are empty cola cans, chip bags, and t-shirts with some school logos casually tossed in back. Students on summer break.

I accept the offer and the passenger hops out to let me climb in. He is nice and tall a well built guy with the most beautiful smile I have ever seen. I am offered a cold drink and readily accept. I felt like I was dying of thirst, this is just what I needed. We introduce ourselves, the drivers' name is Doug and his friend is Evan. We offer brief explanations as to what we are doing out on this lonely stretch of back highway. They tell me that they are heading for Mexico, for a couple of months, ready to party, do odd jobs and soak up the local-color before returning to school at the end of the summer. Conversation slowly ebbs and I crawl into the back to stretch out. The heat from the day lingers past sunset, but the air from the windows does help cool my skin a bit. I am still awfully sweaty and would love to tear this soaked t-shirt off my body. I sleep a little; the hum of the engine lulls me. I feel the few beads of sweat trickle down my side to my back. I cannot get comfortable....it is too hot....so, I throw out my pride, and take of my t-shirt.....leaving me in my skimpy lace bra. I feel better already with the air flowing across my stomach and chest.

I hear a rustling and see Evan climbing into the back. He is yawning and appears as if he will drop as soon as he lies down. He stretches out beside me, crumpling a t-shirt to use as a pillow. He turns to me and asks if I would mind if he stretches out. I tell him that I do not mind at all, after all, I was the guest in this van. We lay side-by-side in silence, the humidity swirling in the wind around us. Taking out my water bottle, I wet a cotton scarf and wipe it across my neck....the water drips down my chest into my bra. I wet the scarf again and let the water run down my arms in an effort to cool myself further.

I remove my old tennis shoes and pull off my jeans. It is just too hot to worry about being proper. Lying back, I stretch out and relax, closing my eyes and letting the heat just rise from my body. I must have dozed a little and the next thing I feel is the damp scarf being wiped across my stomach. Evan is sitting up wets the scarf again and strokes my legs with the cool rag. He soaks the scarf with last of the water and squeezes it out over my midriff and down to my crotch. My silk thong is now drenched and clinging wetly to me. Evan sits me up, reaches around behind me and unfastens my bra, slipping it off my shoulders and tossing it aside. The damp cloth still in his hand is passed across my exposed breasts. God, that felt so good, so cool and hot at the same time.

Evan sits in front of me and I get on my knees, kneeling....he brings his face to my breast and tastes my nipples, blow and sweet, hit beautiful lips teasing my nipples to erection. Tongue making tiny circles around each one, using his hand to cup and tickle the other breast. My own hands reach his chest and caress his nipples, they rise instantly. Raising his head our lips meets in an urgent seeking a kiss, mouths open and tongues tasting each other. Lips crushed together, his hot breath on my cheek. I wrap my arms around him and straddle his lap, grinding my mound against his hard cock, we continue to kiss passionately. His hands guide my hips, pulling my thong down, I lean back, sitting and he pulls it off over my feet. He rises to his knees and undoes his jeans and slips them off as well. Pushing me back, he takes my ass in each hand and lifts my pussy to his face.

First his lips nips and pinch my clit, then his tongue teases, barely touching.  Tasting my flesh and licking up my juices. Kisses to my pussy, tongue plunging in as deep as he can. He licks inside me with fervor and I feel as if I will explode. He pulls away and gets behind me. Reaching around me with both hands, he plays with my clit, slipping fingers across and around, two fingers from his other hand fuck my pussy. He kisses and nibbles my neck all the while; I barely notice that his huge cock is rubbing between my ass cheeks. He is so hard and I start to think of it entering me.....pounding me hard and I beg him to fuck me.

He pushes me forward onto my hands and knees and pushes hard and fast into my pussy. I feel his balls lightly slapping my clit as he fucks me steady, hands holding my hips to the rhythm. It is not long before I feel the electric jolt of orgasm and cannot control my quick scream as I cum. He pulls out and pushes his hard cock into my ass, slow and easy, pushing into the tight hole, grasping my hips hard.  Just hold my breath.......the erotic sensation is unreal. I relax to his pushing and he fucks me slow and steady, then faster. I feel him get even harder right before he explodes his cum, pulling my ass hard against him and keeping me there until he is empty.

I open my eyes and the van has stopped. Doug's kneeling in front of me, naked and hard as a rock. He plunges his hard cock into my face, hands in my hair, raping my mouth. I am moaning. Evan pulls out, cum dripping down his thighs as he reaches around to tickle my clit to more ecstasy. He is flitting his fingers across my pussy fast and hard.....I explode into another orgasm, just seconds before Doug's hard cock loses his load into my mouth. I swallow it all down and lick him clean before we all fall together in a loose, tangled heap.

We are tired, but wide awake. Our hands find each other and gently, slowly caress each other in a beautiful glow of hot passion. Not thinking, just feeling, stroking, exploring. It is not long before we are napping with hands holding each other. Doug's fingers resting on my pussy and Evan's head is on my breast, lips against a still erect nipple. I feel complete and totally relaxed with these two guys. 

I cannot wait to wake up and experience more of this human drama.



Hitch Hiking



I see a car approaching along the quiet country road as I stand there thumb out looking hopeful. It's almost dark and I really don't want to be stuck out here tonight. A midnight blue Mercedes sports car pulls over and as I open the door I am immediately taken by the beautiful sexy woman driving. She has long dark hair pulled back into a tight ponytail, full red lips and matching nail polish. My eyes run over her stocking clad thighs to her short black leather skirt and crisp white blouse. A smile plays on her lips as she watches me.

"Get in tiger I guess you are going my way"

Our conversation turns to flirting and glancing over she notices the bulge forming in my dusty jeans. Reaching across she traces the outline of my hardening shaft with her long red painted nails. Its dusk and the sun has almost set. Suddenly she swings the car off the road and along a dirt track. After a minute or so we find a clearing. Smiling seductively she opens the door. She moves around to the front of the car and lit up by the headlights she beckons me to follow. I stare transfixed as she slowly removes her skirt and crisp white blouse revealing a sexy lacy g-string with matching red basque. My eyes pour over her long slender body and pert breasts as I feel my heart beating like a drum. 

I follow quickly removing my own clothes as I stumble from the car. I join her in the headlights ripping off my boxer shorts with my cock already hard in my hand. She pulls me forcefully against her smooth body pushing her tongue deep into my mouth. Kissing her back, my hands caress her soft skin running along her hips to her firm sweet ass as our lips press together. She pushes me away slapping me hard across the face and I feel the sting of her palm. 

"On the bonnet my little slut, I want to watch you play with that big hard cock of yours" she barks at me whilst sucking a finger seductively and giving me that wicked smile again.

Embarrassed and shocked I walk over to the car thinking to myself she's so gorgeous and I'm so fucking horny that I would do almost anything to fuck her. Lying back I feel the warm metal against my back. I push myself higher, feet on the bumper; legs apart. I grasp my hard cock between my eager fingers and slowly start to stroke myself whilst looking deep into her eyes. Cupping my balls I begin to moan loosing myself in the moment as she watches silently. Longer strokes as my arse grinds against the bonnet. She knows that I'm close and orders me to stop. She approaches 

"Off the bonnet and turn around slut."

I turn facing the car and she pushes my feet apart with her own. She's still wearing those sexy calf length black leather boots with the 5 ins spiked heels. 

"That's better you little whore; now I'm going to give you what you really want." 

She slaps me hard across the arse, my cheeks stinging as she pushes my shoulders forward, making me lie across the bonnet and says; 

"Don't move my little bitch. You're going to love this, I promise" 

She walks around grabbing something from the glove compartment before returning. I lie there transfixed. Wow a real hot one here I think to myself. She grabs my wrists and before I know what's happening I feel the snap of cold metal before realizing that I have been handcuffed. 

"Shout all you like hun, no one's going to hear you out here and you really don't want me to leave you like this now do you!" 

Now I am confused and scared. Maybe she's just kinky? I tell myself by way of some sort of reassurance. She walks behind me and I hear the sound of fabric against skin as she removes her g-string. She throws it onto the bonnet next to my face. My cheek is pressed against the cooling metal as the smell of her sex fills my nostrils on this windless evening. My cock's pressed between my stomach and the bonnet of the car harder than I ever thought possible.

"Relax lover, once you've experienced the delights of Tania, there's no going back." 

She almost whispers as she massages a cool liquid between my arse cheeks. I gasp as I feel her thumb entering me. 

"Relax honey don't fight it. Wow you are tight! I guess you've never experienced anything like this before?"

Terror flows through my veins. No this is not happening to me, it's just a dream. Then there's the moment of clarity as I feel something far bigger than her finger pressing against my tight virgin ring. Her hands grab my shoulders and I feel her long painted nails biting into my skin. I cry out as she thrusts her hips slowly forward penetrating my ring with her huge hard throbbing girl cock. I feel my ring yield to her and I moan loudly as I feel each and every inch of her hard throbbing dick slowly enter me until finally her body's pressed against mine and her cock's throbbing deep inside me. She bites by shoulder hard as I feel her erect nipples pressing into my back. 

"What a tight little boy cunt baby, now doesn't that feel good" she whispers in my ear. "I'm going to enjoy fucking your tight little pussy. Just relax my little slut and you'll enjoy it all the more. There's no point in fighting it just let it happen. Mmm I really am the first aren't I? Not the last though I'll bet." 

She stands up running her long painted nails down my back scoring my skin as long red welts follow. Biting my lip hard I try not to cry out. She grabs my hips forcing my feet further apart. With her nails biting into my skin she withdraws almost entirely before slowly pushing her delicious cock back in. Enjoying the tightness she fucks my tight virgin hole with long deep strokes, eyes half closed. Gradually the pain subsides and I realise that her magnificent fat cock in my arse is actually turning me on.

She removes the handcuffs and tells me to turn around and lie on my back. Lifting my calves onto her shoulders she pulls me towards her and sinks her cock back inside me. She wraps her long slender fingers around my impossibly hard cock stroking me as she fucks me. Staring deep into my eyes she knows I am under her spell and that I am enjoying the moment. 

Pulling out with a pop she tells me to turn around and crawl further up the bonnet climbing on behind me. I lie forward, my body pressed against the windscreen, my chin resting on the roof. I push my arse out in anticipation, knees folded beneath me on the bonnet as she positions herself behind me. She pulls my cheeks apart and sinks her big throbbing girl cock back inside me, fucking me faster this time. She reaches around and grabs my cock between her fingers wanking me furiously as she fucks me with deep hard strokes. I know she's close to cumming.

"Tell me how much you want my dick you cock whore" she rasps in my ear. "tell me how much you want me to fuck you over and over with my fat cock"

Moaning, I tell her "Oh yes I love your big hard cock in my tight hole, I love being fucked by your big dick, fuck me fuck me fuuuckkkk me!"

I can't hold back. My cock erupts spurting my hot jism over her hand and the windscreen and with one final thrust her body collapses against mine burying her cock deep inside me. She sinks her teeth into my shoulder and her hands grasp mine as her girl cock explodes. I tighten my sphincter squeezing her spasming meat, which is jerking erratically deep inside me. Moaning with pleasure I feel her hot thick cum spurting from her balls and filling my arse. The weight of her body presses against me pinning me to the windscreen and her rock hard nipples dig into my back. 

She finally pulls her softening cock from inside me and sitting back against the windscreen she stretches out her long legs. 

"Now get me a cigarette and then come back and clean me up. I don't want to soil my nice clean panties with your spit and cum when I get dressed."

Obediently I grab a cigarette from the glove compartment. I light the cigarette inhaling deeply before passing it to her. I climb back onto the bonnet shivering slightly in the cool night air and crouch between her open thighs as I start to lick her cock and balls clean. 

"Mmm that's great hun make sure you get it all or I will have to leave you here." 

I hungrily peel back her foreskin making sure I lick every millimeter of her delicious cock which only a few minutes ago was buried deep inside me. Looking up I smile as I feel her cock begin to harden again as her cum seeps from my recently fucked ring and down my inner thigh. It's a long drive to town and who knows what else will happen along the way...



Hitch Hiking in Germany



I never did like to hitch hike. When we were kids my old man used to tell me and my brother: if you don't have anything to do, go to the end of the drive way and stick out you thumb. Seek adventure. I never took his suggestion. My brother did. He ended up in a mountain campground in the Pennsylvania hills. Had the time of his life. Got laid, got drunk, got in a fight and got his ass kicked. He still talks about it as the best week-end of his life.

I was in the middle of a dart shooting challenge at the Rod and Gun Club at Hahn Air Base in Germany. It is a famous place for people in aviation because Chuck Yeager had been assigned here. I had images of sitting and drinking beer knowing "Chuck" had been in the same spots. "Yeager" means "Hunter" in German. Yeager was unsurpassed as a hunter. He always made the first kill.

I guess the name of the town is Hahn. It consists of the "First G" which is the first Guesthouse (Bar) outside of the gate. There are other small bars lining the single exit street from the main gate. I never got much farther then the "First G."

Dart shooting at the Rod and Gun club was good. I was drinking free. Everytime I won I got paid with a Konigsbocker. It's a very tall bottled beer. Normally I drank Bitburger Pils in a smaller bottle. A winning concept of quantity versus quality. The joker that I was shooting was hell on hitting the triple twenty. This is the highest number you can score in darts. But I was winning every game because I was shooting big meat twenty's. I always scored a 60 with my three darts. He was lofting darts in the one or the five that surrounds the twenty. Every time he scored a 26 we all yelled "peaches and cream" we don't have a clue what this means, we had heard an English player say this. Darts is the national pastime in England and he was a good Representative.

The Rod and Gun Club sits on an isolated side road located in the middle of the golf course. It is towards the back gate of the Air Base.

I lived in a little village outside of the back gate about 16 klicks, called Peterswald. My family unit and one other American family lived there. All the villagers knew us and what we ate each day. We dumped more in the village dump then the rest of the village combined, everything we bought at the base was wrapped in some type of plastic that never decomposed. My landlord's wife cautioned me to never throw away any food in the dump. Too many people almost starved during the War and this action would be an insult to the village. She picked up our leftovers every day and dropped us off a bowl of sauerkraut. She kept two large crocks of kraut festering in the basement, under a board with a brick on it. It was wonderful. I believe it had juniper berries in it.

I was the last person standing in the Rod and Gun club. I said my good nights and went out to drive away on the snowy roads in my trusty 1600 volkswagon. It was gone. I had forgotten that my young bride had secured the car after telling me I was a drunken slob. I was wheel less on a cold snowy night. 

I returned to the Rod and Gun club. They told me I was out of luck. The Base cab's had stopped running. I needed to get my butt outside and start hitch hiking, while there was still people moving around.

I returned to the bitter cold of the snowy Hunsruck Mountains. I buttoned up my ski-jacket, heavy snow was falling. Large flakes established a random drift for my viewing challenge. I watched closely trying to see identical twins, they were consistently different. I saw some cars approaching; I had my thumb out jerking in the air, masturbating snowflakes. The cars always buzzed past on another road. The place where I stood didn't seem to have many travelers. I kept my thumb out, waiting. Soon I was covered with snow. The hitch hiking snowman, still no ride. Meanwhile the employees inside the Rod and Gun club had finished all of their work cleaning up the place and were preparing to leave. I could hear them talking in German.

Then I heard the American manager say. "Yah, that's him. That's not a snowman in the driveway. That's a drunk-ass American that doesn't know a damn thing about hitch hiking."