0 comments/ 14981 views/ 2 favorites Hitchhikers By: Hitchhikers But back to the pool where he was still slowly swimming around, when Pancho called out that our beers were getting warm. I climbed out and taking a towel off of a chair and rubbed my hair as I went and sat down and drank half of the beer at one swallow. Pancho then called out to the girls that their drinks were waiting. 'So are we,' they giggled back, but climbed out anyway. 'He's got to get out sometime,' Debbie said, her tits swinging nicely as she towelled her hair. Then sat down and waited. Tom swam to the side of the pool, having made up his mind to get it over with. He climbed out and disdaining a towel, walked round the edge of the pool and walked towards us. I felt proud of Tom and his élan, as he came closer, his cock swinging from side to side and then pulling a chair back, swung his leg over the back to sit down; his cock swinging wide so that we all could see his heavy balls swing too. He lifted up his bottle of beer and raised it in salute before putting it to his lips. 'Bravo,' clapped Pancho. It seemed to be his favourite word, 'Bravo. Now that girls,' waving his hand in the direction of Tom's lap, 'that is what is known as a cock. Anything smaller is a prick. I never thought that I would have to admit to the fact that I am a prick!' He laughed uproariously at his own joke at his own expense. 'Come on,' he choked, 'Trevor and Richard, I can't speak for Chris, yet. But admit it that you're both pricks as well!' Off he went again in another fit of laughing, the girls also joining in the laughter. 'He's the only one sitting there in the buff. If he can do it, so can I,' said Debbie standing up and quickly shedding her bikini bottoms and sitting down again. Her blonde tush, as quickly as I saw it, disappeared below the tabletop level as she sat. Two towels suddenly floated over the table to land in the water as Thelma and Claire also bared all. Heloise smiled shyly and shook her head and remained seated. Snacks appeared on the table along with forks and plates, and then more beers. Even though I was sitting in the sun, I kept myself cool by drinking the cold beers. Then the men started talking about the breasts on display at the table. The roundness of one compared to the dimples on another. The difference between large and small and whether they were hand size, hat size or mouth size. The girls took it all with good humour and joined in by holding up the breast in question as it was being discussed. I just nodded my head when in agreement, but otherwise kept quiet. We'd had quite a few beers and time was getting on, so I gave Tom a nudge and pointed at the lowering sun. He got the message and nodded at me and waited for a break in the conversation to speak to Trevor. 'What are the chances of a lift into the next town. It's been a really great day, but we shouldn't really impose...' 'What!' roared Pancho, 'you want to leave? I won't hear of it! The party's only just starting,' he flung his arms out wide, 'and Santos and his wife are preparing a feast for us.' He leaned forward conspiratorially, 'The like of which you'll have to travel far to find better. We have plenty of rooms and we don't get much chance to have youngsters with us very often. So say no more about lifts back to town, and just enjoy yourselves.' He sat back, beaming expansively. 'He's right you know,' said Trevor as an aside to me, 'that Maria is a cook made in heaven. I've tried more than once to entice her away, but that bugger has got her loyalty, so we have to come out here as often as we can to eat her delicious dishes, and by golly we do eat well.' We had another round of drinks and watched the shadow of the villa slowly walk across the water of the pool. Santos came out of the villa and whispered in Pancho's ear and then went back inside. Pancho clapped his hands for attention. 'I have just been informed that dinner will be ready in one hour. So let's finish off here and get changed, or for some,' he sniggered, 'to get dressed.' The women were the first to rise, and it was a pleasure to see those, except one, uncovered bottoms jiggling away to disappear inside the villa. Tom and I finished our beers, of which we'd had quite a few, and stood up with Trevor, and then followed him into the changing room. It only took a few seconds for me to strip of my suit and get under the shower spray. Tom and Trevor came into together and turned on their sprays. I had my back to them as I soaped myself, but I could hear Trevor say that he'd seen some cock's in his time, but nothing to match Tom's. 'I mean, just look at mine. It must be half the size. How big is yours Chris?' When I didn't answer, he pulled at my arm and swung me round and I just stood there with soap suds running down my body. 'Well that's nothing to be ashamed of there boy. Same size as me, maybe bigger.' Trevor said. I just stood there feeling a little strange. This was the first time in all of six months of rooming with Tom, that I had ever stood naked in front of him. His eyes were looking into mine and I tried to mask what was in them. 'Get the soap off yourself and let's get dressed. Dressed!' Tom exclaimed, turning to Trevor. 'Dress for dinner! All we've got are the dusty clothes we came in with.' Tom turned off the water and went into the changing room. 'Our clothes have gone!' 'Don't worry,' soothed Trevor, 'the term dress for dinner is very loose. It's casual wear, besides, Maria has probably already washed your clothes before she started on the dinner. They may be in your room already, cleaned and pressed. She's a diamond that woman. Let's finish here, and I'll show you where you'll be sleeping.' I was rinsed off by the time he'd finished talking, so with the showers all turned off, we wrapped towels round our waists and followed Trevor out. We padded down a hallway that was covered with a carpet that was thick and luxurious underfoot. The hallway itself was softly lit and the walls painted in subdued pastel colours and on the walls in between the windows were a few prints. Being small, means that they must be worth a lot of money. We passed several doors before Trevor stopped and opened a door. He waved toward the interior, bowing slightly. 'Your room young sirs. Pre dinner drinks in the bar in,' he had looked at his wrist, and gave us a grin, for he wasn't wearing a watch, 'well, in about ten minutes time.' He ushered us in and left, closing the door behind him. 'Well he was right about our clothes,' Tom said. There on the foot of each bed were our clothes. Neatly folded, all clean and smelling sweet. The room itself was, well I've stayed in a first class hotel before, but I don't think it could have been any better than where we were standing right now. It was fabulous. It had two large single beds, and I could see that it had its own bathroom. The carpet was as plush as the hallway and the walls were of similar pastel colours that were easy on the eye. One whole wall was made of windows, the type on runners, covered by net curtains, and the outlook was to the shallow end of the pool. 'Wow. I could stay here longer than one night,' Tom said, 'it's great eh?' I just nodded and watched Tom drop his towel and sort out his jeans. His tackle swung heavily as he lifted each leg into them. I sat on one of the beds with my back to him and put on my socks, then shorts, jeans and shoes leaving the shirt till last. Tom now had his shirt on and was looking at me curiously as I turned. 'What's up?' I asked. 'Nothing,' he answered and turned for the door. I saw that he wasn't wearing shoes or socks. Now that's being casual, I thought. We walked down the hall, well I did, Tom padded along, and we found ourselves out by the pool, and walked to the first open door and looked inside. It was a large lounge and off to the right could see some soft lights and hear the murmur of people talking. We went and made our way past some tables and chairs and through an arch and we were in the bar. 'Come in boys,' Richard beckoned, him seeing us first, 'come and have a drink.' We walked over and soon had a drink passed to us by Santos. What was in it, I don't know, but it was so refreshing that I had another couple. I soon sat down in a chair, feeling a bit faint. I think I had taken too much sun that day. My neck was burning and my arms were quite red. I felt better sitting down and closed my eyes for a few minutes and thought of the day so far and what had led up to it. It was three days ago back in college that Tom had announced that he was going to spend the half term hitch hiking. Then he asked if I wanted to go along with him. Now I wasn't sure if he really meant it, or if he was just being polite. Well I nodded my acceptance, but couldn't tell if he was pleased or not. Anyway, we'd set off, getting some very good lifts taking us in whatever direction that the driver was going. I let Tom decide what lifts we took or where we got out. He did most of the talking and I just followed. It was nice to be out of the restraints of the college and walking along the highway alone with Tom. He's a great fellow and I admire him a lot for he has a sense of presence in any situation and I was happy that he was my roommate. I was glad of the lift by Trevor, but it started to go sour when I watched Thelma open his fly and take out his big black cock and start sucking on him. It made me feel ill. Ever since I became Tom's roomy, I've watched him undress in our room and in the showers. From that first time he stripped and I saw his big swinging prick, I wanted to hold it. To hold it and feel it get hard and grow in my hands. I wanted to kiss it, suck it and even put it inside me. I wanted to feel his hardness throbbing inside me, even if it did tear me to pieces. I wanted to get down on my knees and worship that big piece of flesh that was backed up by the biggest pair of balls I had ever seen. Since that day, and for the last six months I've been in a state of torment, hiding my aroused state when seeing him naked. Letting him believe that it was shyness on my part. I thought that with this hitch hiking, just the two of us away from the college and being on our own, might be a way for us to get closer together; then this. I felt betrayed, and by a woman we had only just met. I could hear her at the back behind me. I could see in the rear view mirror, see that wide open mouth of hers over the head of his cock. My cock! My cock I was screaming inside. She was tasting my cock, the one I have been pining for, tasting him, the fluid, the essence of my man. The thick sticky juice would soon be shooting up into her mouth. I could only hope that it would choke her. Then she would lick the head clean and kiss it. It was with some relief when Trevor swung off the road and down to the villa. Those cold beers had been most welcome. Then the changing room; I couldn't help but look at the violated treasure that hung between his legs to see if she'd had any effect on it. My legs had trembled as I undressed, and I quickly put on the trunks he had thrown me. When I turned round and saw Tom in those white trunks that contrasted starkly with his dark skin, my heart skipped a beat. An Adonis he looked like after he had folded his cock inside and made himself comfortable. How I had longed to have helped him do that. To hold it in my hand and help put it inside his swimsuit. But all I got was a grin before we went outside. I do think though, that Tom had chosen the worse suit to wear. When he was pulled from the pool, we could all clearly see the cheeks and cleft of his arse, and when he was turned round, well! With his cock and balls clearly defined, he looked magnificent standing there with his dark skin glistening with the water droplets giving off little sparkles of rainbow colours. Then Debbie almost spoilt it by trying to get him out of the suit. The girls achieved that in the pool anyway, and then throwing his suit out. There were gasps from the table when he came walking towards us, and it made me think of "Mandingo". A story of a black prince taken up into slavery and sold at auction in the south. I'll never forget that sight of that big prick swing from side to side as he walked majestically to the table and the way he sat down. I got an instant hard on and was very uncomfortable inside my suit. Then the towels were off and the talk was of tits. Now don't get me wrong on this. I was quite happy being in the pool with the girls and seeing their tits bounce around, and even going to bed with them. But I couldn't follow the men's talk about tits when, just next to me was Tom, sitting there with his cock resting on his leg and only a foot away from my hand. That's a joke, by the way. How I wanted to just reach out and stroke it. To gently run my hand from the pubic hairs down that length to the foreskin covered head that showed a little bit of pink flesh at the tip. I wanted to get away, for us both to leave and go away together. To be on the road again, where I could hope that that would be mine. But he'd accepted dinner and bed for the night, and then Trevor embarrassing me in front of Tom. On the way to our room, I noticed the small pictures on the walls of the hallway. But they were not pictures, but very good line drawings of male nudes, each in a different pose and all different models. They were excellent pieces; erotic, but definitely art. Then as we got dressed, my mind started to wander. Wouldn't it be nice for the both of us to stay in this lovely room, just the two of us. Out of the confines of the college, maybe I could get Tom to.....I was getting an erection again, so I quickly finished dressing, hiding my aroused state. 'Hey buddy,' Tom said, nudging me, 'it's nearly time for dinner and you haven't finished your drink yet.' I came out of my reverie and gulped down whatever it was in my glass. Those few minutes with my eyes closed had helped me a little. I could now see that the bar was up to the wall on my left and very well stocked. Stools were in front and various chairs and tables fairly close to it. The lighting dim, but quite sufficient for the space. Off to my right was the dining section, a long table across the room where Santos was lighting candles spaced along its length. Beyond the table were the big glass windows that overlooked the pool that had its own coloured lights that flickered with the slight surface movement of the water. I then realised that I was drinking on an almost empty stomach, and these cocktails that I had been drinking seemed to release some of the inhibitions, the reserve that I always seemed to have. I accepted another drink from Santos and sat down on a stool next to Pancho, who was talking to Richard. I listened to them talk about lines, shade and form and realised that they were talking about drawings. I asked if this was so, and suddenly I was with them, talking. I then guessed that one of these two was the artist of the drawings adorning the walls of the hall were my bedroom was. I was wrong, because they both were artists, five of the drawings being done by Pancho and the other two by Richard. I told them that they were exquisite, the pictures, I stammered, feeling my red face getting even redder. Not you yourselves, no you are lovely people. I really tangled myself up and apologised for not really saying what I meant. Richard slapped me on the back making the sunburn sting. Pancho laughed and handed me another drink. 'Don't worry. We know what you mean. Have you done any drawing or painting yourself?' Pancho enquired. 'No,' I replied, 'well I tried. I spent a few months in an art class, you know, trying to draw the usual bowl of flowers or fruit, or a naked man. I couldn't get the hang of it.' This sent Richard off into a paroxysm of laughter. 'Not like Tom,' he choked. I then laughed, seeing and understanding what I had said. 'No, not like Tom, but you do have a fine physique. A good bone structure that's nicely fleshed,' said Pancho, 'and I must say, a most delicate umbilicus.' 'Umbilicus?' I echoed. 'Yes. The navel. The belly button. Also the muscles of the calves. Very strong lines there.' He was interrupted by Santos telling him that dinner was ready to be served. 'Come Chris,' Pancho said, 'you will sit next to me so that we can talk.' So carrying whatever the drink was in my glass, I followed him to the laid table and sat where he indicated. With the candles and table decorations positioned as they were, effectively quartered the table so that each group were an island to themselves. With Pancho sitting at the end and Richard opposite me and the decorations placed thus, it was virtually a private discussion. The meal was an excellent display of the talents of Maria as Trevor had promised. Each course was a delight, with a different wine each time and a fresh glass being used. I cannot remember everything we talked of during the meal, except that at one point Pancho said that he would like to do some drawings of me. Flattered, I said that I didn't think I was a worthwhile subject. This he pooh poohed and countered with sunflowers. Were they good subjects? Van Gogh thought so. Brandy and coffee were served after the meal and Santos went round with a humidor, but only Thelma and Richard took a cigar. The rising of Trevor from the table caught my eye and I saw him pause behind the chair of Heloise, and I saw, through the flickering candles, his hand slide down into the top of her dress. His hand began moving about as he fondled her breast as he bent his head and whispered into her ear. She turned her head slightly and kissed him and taking his proffered hand, rose from the table. At their departure, Richard stood up and said to the rest of us at the table, 'Show time everybody.' Even though the room was quite dark with only the candles giving us light, I saw Debbie fairly drag Tom away from the table and disappear into the lounge. I stood up and staggered a little, whoa boy, I thought to myself, you've had quite a bit to drink. I followed Richard and Pancho into the lounge and really saw it properly for the first time. It was quite large and on the wall opposite the pool doors was a huge screen and there were several sofas placed around the lounge, all facing this screen. The seats at the front were already occupied and Pancho steered me to one at the back that was a three seater. I sat down with Pancho on one side and Richard on the other. They were talking across me as the screen flickered to life. The scene was of a bedroom, and the door was just opening. I was amazed to see that it was Trevor and Heloise that walked into the room. They kissed and then started to undress each other and then she sat on the edge of the bed and began to suck on Trevor's erection. The camera moved to get a close up of his prick sliding in and out of her delightful mouth. This started me off on one of my fantasies, that it was me and Tom up there and I was startled when a hand rested high on my thigh, it was Pancho's. * Tom At this point, Chris has asked me to relate what went on between myself and Debbie there in the lounge, and I must say he's done pretty well with the story so far. He seemed to doze off in the bar before dinner, so I got collared by Debbie. She hung onto my arm as we talked, not really letting anyone else get close. I didn't mind, with one firm breast pressing up against me as she seemed to hang onto every word that I said. When dinner was announced, she pulled me along with her and sat me down beside her. I was hungry and ate everything that was put in front of me. I have never eaten such wonderful food in my life and the wines were out of this world. Thelma took a cigar and though I don't smoke myself, I do like the smell of a good cigar. It made me wonder if it was in my genes that my ancestors must have worked the tobacco fields for me to like the smell of the leaf. Hitchhikers It surprised me when Trevor stood up and stuck his hand down the front of Heloise's dress, though it didn't seem to faze anybody else at the table. 'Quick. Let's get the best seat,' Debbie said to me just after Richard's announcement that the show was about to begin. She had jumped up and grabbing my hand, virtually dragged me through to the lounge. Here we made our way down to the front before the huge screen. She fell into the soft cushions, pulling me down on top of her, her hot mouth pressed onto mine, her hands holding my face as she passionately kissed me. I could hear the others taking their seats and the large screen flickered into life. Debbie pushed me so that I rolled onto my side next to her and in the light from the screen, I saw her pink tongue flick out and wet her lips. They were parted and a light of expectancy shone in her eyes. The scene, as you know was of a bedroom into which walked Trevor and Heloise. I shot a glance at Debbie and she nodded her head in answer to my unspoken question. I turned my head back to watch the screen. The kissing and then the slow undressing, Trevor slipping the straps off her shoulders and pulling it down to her waist and then bending his head to suck on a nipple. The camera moved in for a closer view of his tongue teasing the nipple till it was erect and hard. As the camera panned back, he released Heloise to start to undress himself. She then kissed and caressed his nipples as the rest of his clothes came off to reveal his erection. Her clothes were soon off and she climbed on the bed and sat back on her heels at the foot end. Trevor moved round to face her, his erection wavering in front of her face. Her small hand reached out and grasped the base of his cock and pulled him forward to her open mouth. The camera moved in till the screen was filled with her open mouth, lips wet and glistening, teeth shining white as into the shot came the engorged head of his penis going into that wide open mouth. 'My God,' said Debbie, her hand frantically tugging down the zip on my jeans. Her hand having a problem of getting out what she was looking for, and finally managed to pull out my semi erection. 'My God,' she said again, 'what would this thing look like up there.' She gave out a moan and twisted herself round and down on the settee and took the head of my cock into her hot mouth. This was living colour. I watched that cock slide in and out of the wet mouth of Heloise, and felt the teeth scrape my exposed head. The difference being that the cock on the screen was going in and out to its full length, only the head of my cock was being sucked. Debbie had both hands round it now and only just managed to make her lips meet her hands. The camera moved back to show Heloise's head bobbing back and forth on the end of Trevor's prick, until it sprang free, bouncing in the air, glistening wet from her saliva. She turned round on her knees and presented her rear towards him, leaning forward and raising her arse up higher, her wet sex clearly visible to all watching. Debbie, on seeing this, released me from her mouth and sat up. She crossed her arms and grasped the hem of her dress and in one movement, pulled it up and over her head and threw it to the floor. She wasn't wearing any underclothes as she moved and got astride me, and with one hand holding my erection upright, zeroed it up to her pussy and sank down onto it. She threw her head back as she let go of it as it moved up into her, arching her back, she gargled out a scream as my cock stretched her wide as she felt its throbbing hulk fill her. Perspiration flowed down her face, dripping onto those great breasts above me before running off the tips of her nipples onto my own chest. Those mounds heaved and quivered as she finally settled herself. Now I could reach what I'd been waiting to touch since I first laid eyes on them. My hands stroked upwards from the waist and took those big orbs into my palms. Those tits in my hands were like my cock in hers, only these were bigger by far. I massaged them with my fingers as she started her up and down movement impaled on my shaft. As Debbie was on top doing the fucking, I turned my head and watched as Trevor shafted Heloise. His hands on her hips as he thrust in and out, the camera moving in again for a close up of his wet member sliding in and out of her pussy. I realised then, that somebody had to be operating some sort of control over the camera. I wondered if other people were watching us now, me flat on my back with Debbie's tits in my hands and her bouncing up and down getting, I think, the ride of her life. Her groans and thrusts were becoming more fierce and violent, her arse pounding my balls was having its effect. I could feel the sap rising and I let go of the handfuls of flesh and gripped her waist tight as I heaved my hips up while pulling her down. She became a rag doll as we both came at the same time, her juices flowing down onto me and around my balls as mine pumped up into her. She fell forward onto my chest as I jerked out my last drops and lay there with this gorgeous blonde lying on my chest, her eyes closed, listening and feeling her heart beat against mine. I think we fell asleep, well I did. It had been a long day with quite a bit of drinking since before lunch. It was dark in the lounge and the screen was blank when I looked up at it, and the sound I could hear was the gentle snoring of Debbie still lying on my chest. My cock, though now soft, was still inside her. I gently shook her awake and she began to stir and lifted up her head, her eyes blank for an instant before the awareness lit them up, for she stretched out on me before giving me a kiss. 'Wow,' she whispered, 'that was some fuck! It blew me away.' She moved up a bit and we heard my penis come out of her with a sucking sound and I could feel the cold air around it after the heat from her body. She gave out a small giggle at the noise we had just made uncoupling. 'What time is it?' she asked, looking over the back of the settee, 'and where is everybody?' 'Probably in bed,' I said, struggling out from underneath her, 'where we should be.' 'Good idea,' she said, getting up and grabbing my hand and pulling me up. 'Let's go to bed,' pulling me after her, not bothering to collect her dress. She walked in front of me and I could just see in the dim light filtering in from the pool lights, her bare bum as it swung nicely before me. I stumbled after her, having to stop so that I could at least do up the top button of my jeans. We went into a bedroom corridor and into what obviously must have been her room. She threw herself onto the bed and held out her arms. 'Come and make love to me Tom. I want you to fuck me and blow my brains away again.' I couldn't wait to get my jeans off, my eyes fastened on her body lying there, legs open, pussy waiting as well as those two big soft breasts waiting for me. With jeans and shirt off, I was soon on the bed, fondling those lovely breasts again, feeling the nipples harden enough for me to nibble as well as suck on. I absolutely lathered them. She pulled me up onto her so that we could kiss and also so that she could reach between my legs to take hold of my appendage. This she massaged till it was up and ready for action again and as her legs opened to accommodate me, I slid in like a hot knife through butter she was so wet. I moved and heaved as she squirmed until I was deep and fully inside her. 'You lovely big black fucker you,' she moaned, her eyes closed, 'I can feel it at the back of my throat and I'm starting to come already. Please, please fuck me now. Fuck me! Fuck meeee,' she screamed, bucking under me till I could get into her rhythm, fucking her as she wanted as she orgasmed, and then continuing to plough her furrow as she got her second wind and started to push back hard against me again. I came in massive spurts, jolting her every time I came and her fingers raked my back as she had another orgasm. Both exhausted, I pulled out and with our legs still entwined, we fell asleep. But I must admit that as I was drifting off to sleep, my last thoughts were of Chris. * Chris 'Does this turn you on?' Pancho asked, and at first I thought he meant the hand on my upper thigh, but then saw that he was indicating the screen where Trevor and Heloise were swapping body fluid. 'No, not really,' I replied lying through my teeth. I had a semi erection already, and it was only later did I question myself as to whether it was the actions on the screen or having his hand so high up my thigh. 'Me neither. I prefer to see the human body in repose. Lying still in a position where the lighting can darken some areas while highlighting others. A still, living sculpture! My fingers then itch for a crayon, a piece of charcoal and a virgin sheet of paper to capture that person in an intimacy that exists only between the artist and model. Do you understand that?' he asked. 'I think so,' I nodded, not quite sure though, 'yes, I think I do.' Pancho took my hand and pulled me up from the settee. 'Come,' he said, 'let me show you what I mean.' He said a few words to Richard before leading me out of the lounge, the huge screen showing the enlarged penis of Trevor's cock going in and out of the mouth of Heloise. I think I must have bounced off all the walls of the corridor as I followed Pancho into a large room that appeared to be a studio and bedroom combined. There were several easel's with canvasses on set at various intervals around the room. Sketches were strewn about at random and the ceiling above the bed section and half the room was festooned with lighting tracks supporting all sizes of lights. The other half of the ceiling as well as most of the walls were of glass and it was apparent even to my befuddled mind that this room must be facing North for the light. 'This is where I work,' said Pancho, flinging his arms wide, 'and sometimes sleep.' He indicated the bed. 'Make yourself comfortable and ready for me to draw you. I will change into my favourite and inspirational work clothes.' He disappeared through a door that I hadn't noticed. I wandered about the room and looked at some of the sketches that lay scattered about. All were good and yet seemed to have been treated with some disdain. I was now really feeling the effects of all the alcohol I had consumed, so I laid down on the bed. 'No, no, no,' said Pancho bustling back into the room wearing some kind of artist's smock. 'Not like that! Take your clothes off and drape,' he stressed the last word, dragging it out, 'drape yourself across the bed. Be a thing a beauty! There's nothing more beautiful on this planet than the human body, be it male or female. Be a beautiful body reclining, not just a body sleeping,' he snorted. 'Go on!' he prodded me, 'get undressed while I set up the lighting.' I got off the bed and undressed, somewhat self consciously as he fussed around a bank of switches. Lights coming on, going off. Bright, subdued, coloured, soft, the room flickering as he played with the lights. 'Lie down,' he commanded, 'lie down on the bed so that I can get the right focus.' I did as I was told and laid myself down. 'Up on the right elbow, not too high. Lift that right leg slightly, no, too high. That's better,' he shouted. Lights were coming on behind me, not bright, but soft and then even more soft lights came on that were facing me, making his contrasts. I saw him throw up his arms up in the air and he came over and sat down next to me on the bed. 'Chris, Chris, Chris. You've got to relax. You're too wooden.' His hand smoothed the hair from my forehead. 'You've got to relax.' He gently pushed me back till I was flat on the bed. His hand stroked my face, down the side of my neck and down my chest. He kept saying over and over in a soft voice for me to relax as he stroked me and then he kissed me. It was not a passionate kiss but more like a gentle meeting of lips. I was relaxing to his soothing voice and didn't object to the kiss, or the others that slowly followed as I relaxed even more under his soothing stroking. They were somehow comforting and I had no objection as he lay down beside me so that our bodies were touching. Neither did I object to his continual stroking over my chest or when his hand went lower and reached my penis, which he also stroked. 'Relax,' he said between kisses, 'it's the relaxed body that makes for the perfect pose.' He kept on kissing me, moving down from my mouth to my chest and then my stomach. I felt his hot breath stir my pubic hairs and then felt his tongue trace a line down the length of my penis, which was starting to rise under this attention. Then his tongue curled round the foreskin before his wet mouth slipped over the head of my cock, and held it gently between his teeth as he sucked on me. I could feel the blood pulse into my prick with this suction, making it thicken and grow in size. My eyes were still closed, savouring the ministrations, feeling myself relax. I felt his body move round, his mouth not letting go as I felt his body leave the bed. His hands moved my legs further apart as he positioned himself better as he then took me fully into his mouth. I groaned as his head went up and down on me, his mouth tight as a clamp around my cock as he gave me head. I loved it! I loved it as the power surged up my cock and erupted into his mouth. He swallowed as I came, not letting go but sucking and swallowing till I finished bucking, and he still kept on till I began to wilt. He let it slowly slip from his mouth for it to flop against my thigh as he then moved back up the bed again till our lips met again, but this time the kiss was more passionate from him. That what I have just related, I remember quite clearly, but not exactly what followed. I lay there now perfectly relaxed, just as he had wanted me to be. My mind swirling with the combination of drinks and sunshine and of the fact that I had been just given such good head, relaxed me too much I think, I don't really know. Pancho kept repeating the word relax to me and I let myself go loose and let him move my limbs about and place them in the positions that he wanted. With his moving me about as and between sketching, I accepted every position he put me in. Even when he pulled me over so that I was bent over the end of the bed, hands flat and legs apart, I didn't know what was coming. I felt the hand of Pancho touching my rear with a coldness that I guessed was some kind of cream. He worked the cream round the entrance to my bum and even poked his finger inside me. That's how relaxed I was because I didn't even flinch at this intrusion. Then I felt the head of his prick start to work at the entrance behind me. 'Relax,' came the soothing voice as I felt a quick sharp pain as he pushed himself inside me. The cream helped and his cock slid in and he was buried deep inside me. I could feel the hard throb of him as it pulsated within me. Then came the pulling of my flesh as he partially withdrew and then the warmth as he moved forward again. My own prick was now erect again from the pressure inside of his cock as he moved in and out, giving me the first fuck I'd had been given for at least a year. I can't remember who that last person had been, but I suppose this was the next best thing to Tom at the moment, and I was loving it and I felt as though I was in control. I made Pancho gasp when I clenched my sphincter muscle, completely trapping his movement, and then relaxing as he would have said, to free him and letting him continue to ride me. My own cock was throbbing as it bounced up and down to his thrusting within me, my hands were clenching and unclenching as I felt there was something else I should be doing. My inside were positively glowing with this steady rhythmic penetration. It must have been a good picture when the door opened. Me bent over with Pancho fucking me up the rear. I looked up in alarm to see the naked figures of Trevor and Heloise enter and come towards the bed. Pancho never faltered at this intrusion, but kept up his steady ploughing of me. 'Oh goody,' Heloise cried, 'can we join in and make it a gang bang?' I bent my head in shame at being caught in this position, at other people seeing me being used in this way, but it didn't seem to faze them in the slightest. Pancho must have given some sign because the next minute, Heloise, with a stroking of my arm, slid beneath me and rested her head against the bottom edge of the bed before taking my erection into her mouth, her hands holding onto my waist. Pancho supplied the movement, pushing me forward as he fucked and my cock going in and out of Heloise's mouth in time to him. Trevor then climbed on the bed and pushed his body under my arms so that his legs dangled over the edge by the shoulders of Heloise. This placed Trevor's penis right under my nose and he used his hand to hold it upright. In my euphoria of being fucked and sucked, I avidly took this offering into my own mouth and tried to copy what was being done to my own cock down below. I finished up with both my arms on Trevor's thighs as I held his erection in both hands as I sucked on him as Heloise was sucking on me and Pancho using me as a woman. I was in some kind of heaven. Images kept flashing through my mind faster than a computer display. Nearly all were involving Tom, as they moved faster and faster. Tom behind me, between my legs and between my lips. I liked the sensation of Trevor in my mouth, the smell and taste as I moved, not of my own volition, sucking on his cock, as Pancho started to move faster. His hands gripped my waist as he started to push harder, his balls banging at my upper thighs. My own prick being raked by the teeth of Heloise, and Trevor's hands on my head as he came in my mouth. I couldn't do anything but swallow as his sperm shot out in small bursts, as I did, coming in the mouth of Heloise. Her hands were pushing hard against my thighs as my cock was being forced into her throat as Pancho came inside me. His short sharp jerks as he rammed me hard was having a domino effect on all of us. He fell on me as he finished, Heloise shot out from between my legs as my cock nearly choked her, and I nearly bit off Trevor's piece as I collapsed on him. As Trevor rolled, Heloise was knocking my legs out from under me, and Pancho came out rather painfully and we all seemed to finish up on the floor laughing together. I was all tangled up with Heloise and Trevor and Pancho on top of me. Pancho then jumped up and shouted that no one was to move. Not a muscle, he shouted over his shoulder as he picked up a large pad and pencil and started sketching. I watched him from the corner of my eye as he voiced his admonishment of Heloise, telling her not to move, watched his hand dart to and fro across the paper, his head bobbing up and down as he kept darting glances at us on the floor. It seemed to be only a few minutes before he straightened up and put the drawing on an easel and stood back to view it. He moved about several times to see it from a different angle, his head cocked to one side as he did so. Curiosity got the better of me and I struggled up onto my feet, pulling Heloise up as well. She flopped onto the bed when I let go of her hand. I then went over and stood beside Pancho and looked at the drawing. He put his arm over my shoulder as he moved to one side for me to have a look. It was beautiful. I couldn't really tell that it was me that he had sketched. It was of a young man with his head thrown back and to one side. One knee was half drawn up, just covering the genitals and one leg was forward. It was a picture of exhaustion. You could just imagine that this was a young Greek athlete who had just collapsed after finishing the marathon, spent and utterly worn out.