Hitch Hikers

Author; Amy Redek E-mail address; adultreading@gmail.com

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This books is for persons eighteen or over and it is a work of fiction.

Hitch Hikers

I judged that it was about ten o'clock with the sun already climbing high into the cloudless sky. It was hot and I was perspiring freely and had been since we left the town just after eight that morning. My shirt was sticking to my back and I paused to wipe my forehead with the bandanna from my neck.

I glanced at my watch to check the time and moved off, counting my paces again. I was four minutes out when I rechecked the watch, so either I was taking shorter steps or my pace was getting slower. I believed it was the latter as the heat was really strength sapping.

I began praying for some sort of vehicle to come to give us a lift. We'd only seen one in the past two hours, and that had been going the other way. The black ribbon of tarmac stretched out before us, shimmering in the heat. Little dust devils rose and fell, they too not having the strength to stay up with the small, slight gust of wind that did nothing to cool us down. If we didn't get a lift soon, it would be well after sundown before we got to the next town.

My name is Chris, and walking slightly ahead of me was Tom, my college roommate, sharing for the past six months. I've just reached eighteen years of age and Tom is four months older than I am, and due to that fact, and also that he'd been in the room first, sort of made him the leader.

I'd no objections to that, as by nature I would say that I was a shy person. But don't get me wrong with that. I could talk quite easily to most people, and answer their questions, but I was always rather hesitant to instigate any sort of conversation.

The sun was really getting hot, and being a natural blonde, I would get red and burn before I tanned. My forearms were already red and I could feel that happening to the back of my neck. I envied Tom his colouring, as he tanned so easily and quickly. I adjusted the bandanna again to cover as much of my neck as possible.

We both were wearing jeans and sturdy hiking boots, shirts sticking to our backs, even though they were open to the waist, and rucksacks. The straps of which were cruelly cutting into my shoulders and just to add to my discomfort, was sure I was getting a blister on my foot.

'Doesn't anybody drive in this part of the country,' I heard Tom mutter, and as if to belie his words, the sound of tyres humming on the asphalt came to our ears from behind. We both stopped and turned to face the approaching vehicle, and held out our thumbs in the universal gesture that begs for a lift, hopeful expressions on faces.

It was a large 'Overlander' four wheel drive peoples carrier, and I could see that it held two persons in the front seats. As it got closer it became apparent that it was a man driving and that the passenger was a woman. She looked at us and I saw her lean towards the driver as the vehicle swept past us. Whatever she said had its effect, because the car suddenly slowed and came to a stop about thirty yards ahead of us. The woman got out and waved for us to come forward. We jogged up to the car, more sweat breaking out with this short show of exertion.

'Going far?' she asked as we arrived and stopped in front of her, slipping the rucksacks off our shoulders.

'As far as you can take us,' Tom replied.

'Throw your kit over the back seat,' she said, opening the rear door, 'and get in. It's bloody hot out here. You,' she said, pointing to me, 'You can sit in the front, and you,' to Tom, 'can ride with me in the back. Come on, quick. We're losing the air conditioning.' We obeyed and, for a big woman, she was very agile and quick in following her own directive. The air in the car was lovely and coldly crisp, and made me gasp as goose bumps came out on my arms. I could see Tom in the rear view mirror, this car had two of them, and he also shivered. The woman saw this and gave his arm a rub with her hand.

'My name's Thelma, and the bum driving is my husband, Trevor.' We said our hellos and Tom did our introductions. I gave Trevor a nod and saw that Thelma still had her hand on Tom's arm.

'Thanks for this lift. It's much appreciated. It was getting rather hot out there,' Tom said.

'Think nothing of it,' Thelma answered. 'We couldn't let two young fella's like you suffer out in that sun, an' we know that not much travels on this here stretch of road around this time of day.' I saw her hand drop from sight, and by the angle of her arm guessed that the hand had come to rest on Tom's thigh. I adjusted the mirror and saw that I was right.

'We're off to some friends of ours who live up off the highway apiece. They're having some sort of party, so, instead of coming next week, we thought we would drop in a little earlier.' I could see her hand now rubbing itself up and down Tom's thigh, moving closer to his crotch with every stroke.

'Say! Would you two fella's like to come along? There's always plenty of food and drink, and I'm sure some of the girls will be there too. Maria lays on a good spread, believe me.' I could see that Thelma's hand was now rubbing the bulge in his jeans and he was beginning to move about uncomfortably.

'Well,' Tom laughed a little self-consciously, 'I'm game for anything,' giving Thelma a sideways glance to see if she picked up the innuendo. 'What about you Chris,' he said, giving me a short punch on the shoulder. I half turned my head and nodded.

'That's settled then,' said Thelma. 'Hit the gas Trev, and keep your eyes on the road. I'm going to be busy.'

Both her hands now moved over the front of Tom's jeans and undid the top button, and pulled down the zipper. She parted the front of them and putting her hand inside, pulled out Tom's growing erection. With a few hand movements, it was rampant and sticking straight up into the air from the folds of cloth.

She seemed fascinated by the colour differences as she held his throbbing piece of flesh in her hand, the pink head straining against the dark foreskin. Her lightly sun tanned hand seemed small and barely big enough to hold his cock upright. By shifting slightly myself, me also having an erection within my pants, saw Thelma unconsciously lick her lips and lower her head. Moving again, I saw her open mouth move to the head of Tom's cock and take it in.

I risked a quick look round and saw that Tom was staring straight ahead, looking at the back of Trevor's head. I flicked my eyes across at Trevor, but he never moved, his hands staying steady on the wheel as he drove the car.

Some anxiety on Tom's part must have conveyed itself to Thelma, because she lifted her head off of Tom's cock, its raw redness glistening with her saliva.

'Don't worry about Trev,' she said with a smile, 'we both can do what we want to do. We swing, as I think it's called, so relax and let yourself go.' She gave his cock a squeeze. 'This is some tool that you carry around, now enjoy what's coming and let it go.' Her head went back down on Tom and really gave him a working over. I could see him getting carried away and when his legs stiffened, I knew he was coming. Thelma's head kept going up and down and guessed that she was swallowing it as it came.

When she eventually lifted her head and sat up, her lips were wet and shiny and there was a small trickle of semen at the corner of her mouth, which her tongue flicked out and caught. Just like that of a lizard when it catches a fly on the wing.

'That sure is some powerful poison that you got in there boy,' she said, licking her lips clean. 'Debbie will die when, er, if she can get a taste of that, and I'm sure of that and you are pretty well hung down there.' She even had Tom's balls out and was now holding them in her hand as though she was trying to guess the weight. Tom gave her a small smile and nodded his head toward Trevor, still facing forward and driving.

'Ha ha,' she laughed. 'Trev knows what I like, and I know what he likes. As I said, we both swing every which way, don't we Trevor?'

'We sure do Honey,' he replied, 'I'm sorry about that Tom. I should have warned you. She eats anything that moves, and I do mean anything, so don't you worry none.'

I looked across at him and saw that he was smiling, so I guessed he was used to his wife giving blow jobs to perfect strangers, I didn't know then that she was a confirmed lesbian but still liked to suck on a cock now and then.

The car suddenly lurched to the left as we left the highway onto an unmarked dirt road that was heading out into the foothills some distance away. With the bouncing about of the car, I could see that Tom had great difficulty in putting himself away, but he eventually managed it.

The track finally reached the hills and weaved in and out and through some canyons before emerging out into a small valley. In its centre, was a sprawling white building, Spanish style with its low red sloping roof that overhung the white walls with many arches. There were trellises covered in greenery and bright flowers that surrounded the open end of a sparkling blue swimming pool. We bumped down the last of the track and Trevor pulled up and parked in a shaded car port with the dust cloud that had followed us down, dispersing in the slight wind and settling on the two other already dust covered cars that were parked there.

'Welcome to Pancho's Villa, ha-ha,' laughed Trevor, 'that's what we call him. Pancho! His real name is Sebastian, but everybody calls him Pancho on account of the house, see?' We did see and agreed with him as we disembarked from the car. The dust was still settling and the heat from the sun hit us after the coolness of the car. I fell in step beside Tom, and we followed Thelma and Trevor around the house corner and into the pool area.

The water of the pool was an inviting cool looking blue, sparkling in the sun. There was one figure in the water; a female I thought, but couldn't be sure because the reflected sunlight made it difficult to tell. But it definitely was a female that reclined on a lounger on the other side of the pool. The sun's rays were caressing a magnificent pair of breasts, and even in that supine position, the rounded mounds were full and the nipples pointed skyward. Silicone implants was my first thought, but as I found out later, they were completely one hundred per cent flesh and blood.

Thelma had stopped and raised a hand up to shield her eyes from the sun, and must have recognised the figure in the pool. She gave out a squeal, and kicking off her shoes, swiftly pulled her dress up and over her head and threw it to one side. She wasn't wearing any underclothes and standing just in front of us completely naked. With another squeal, she ran to the water's edge, her white buttocks jiggled and jounced as she moved and leapt into the pool.

The figure that was already in the water rose up, making me realise that this must be the shallow end of the pool, and I could now see that it was a woman. She too was bare breasted and the drops that she scattered flicked rainbow colours over us from the refracted sunlight. Thelma surfaced next to her and they both went into an embrace and started kissing each other. The force of Thelma's surge from the water, and the forward lunge, toppled them over, and with their lips glued together, sank below the surface.

Trevor's beckoning hand drew our eyes away from the water, and he led us past glass sliding doors on our right, the water being on the left, and towards a table at the other end of the pool. Seated there were three people, two of whom rose as we approached, the third being a young woman, remained seated.

'Hello Trevor, you're early! About a week,' and Trevor laughed and embraced the other man with both slapping each other's back.

'You know I cannot keep away from Maria's cooking. Let me introduce you to some new young friends that we found lost out on the highway. Tom and Chris. And this is Pancho.'

I leaned forward and shook a hand that had a firm grip saying the usual words of greeting. He was about thirty odd years of age, nicely tanned and lovely light blue eyes in a very pleasant face. His shirt was open to show a good chest also as bronzed as his face. He wore a sarong in the fashion of a Hawaiian islander.

The next man was Richard. He too looked to be about the same age and also had a well tanned body. I didn't like his choice of swimwear really, the trunks looking as though they were made from a tartan kilt. His handshake was firm as well and not a macho type bone crusher that some men like to use.

The young girl was a striking beauty, a Eurasian I guessed, and her name was Heloise. Her tiny hand was soft and small in mine and she gave a small flutter of her lashes as she smiled at me. The eyes were very dark and seductive and her teeth showing up very white in her tanned face. Her breasts, that were uncovered, were small and looked as firm as round apples, with large dark aureoles and small pert nipples in the centre.

When Tom finished his round of handshakes, Pancho spoke, 'Welcome to the villa and I can see that the first thing you would like is a nice cold beer. Santos!' he called over his shoulder at the open door behind him. 'Five cold beers please.'

It must have been anticipated, because almost a once, the houseman, wearing a white jacket, appeared with five bottles of beer, speckled with frost, and glasses on a silver tray. Both Tom and I declined the offered glass and took a bottle each, and almost as one, we lifted them to our mouths and downed the contents without taking the bottles from our lips.

'Bravo,' clapped Pancho, 'you must have been thirsty. Another two if you please Santos. Would you like a swim,' his hand waved at the pool, and without waiting for an answer, 'Trevor. Take the two young men and show them where they can change for a swim. I can see from their faces that it would be most welcome.'

We nodded our agreement at that last statement, and putting down our empty bottles on the table, followed Trevor round this upper end of the pool. We passed a small, but well equipped gym and then into a changing room that had shelves of towels, swim suits etc.

'There are showers just through there and a sauna too, but with this weather,' he laughed, 'it's not used very much.'

Tom quickly stripped off his dusty clothes and started to sort through the trunks, and a gold coloured pair he threw across to me. Trevor had selected a red pair and was soon out of the door with a, 'See you in the water,' as he disappeared. I faced the wall as I stripped down and quickly put on the trunks that Tom had tossed over. He, meanwhile had found a white nylon pair that suited his colouring and put them on. They were a bit tight and he took a moment or two to adjust himself inside them.

Our appearance at the poolside was, I think, a bit theatrical. Two young men, both muscular, fit and healthy, ebony and ivory as we paused at the edge of the pool. Then together, we dived into that welcoming coolness and stayed down till the need for air made us surface. We looked at each other and then raced away down to the shallow end, churning up a huge froth of water behind our flailing feet, we turned and continued back to the deep end. I think Tom touched just ahead of me, but I'm sure it appeared as a dead heat. There was applause as we touched from those that were watching as we had raced. I also think that the reason he touched ahead of me was because I had brushed against Thelma as I passed her.

Thelma swam down to us and introduced us to the other woman in the pool who came up behind her. Her name was Claire and she was the wife of Richard. And your lover too Thelma, I thought as we shook hands with her as we trod water.

The girl who had been on the lounger came and sat down on the side of the pool and dangled her legs in the water next to Tom.

'Hi,' she said, her voice low and husky, 'my name is Debbie.' Tom swung round, trapping her legs between his arms and chest. She was leaning forward and Tom had to lean his head right back, his view of her face being obscured by her large breasts swinging just above him.

'Nice to meet the pair of you,' he said to those beautiful mounds slowly swinging over his head. I could see that she had a lovely face and a smile to match.

'I'm Tom and that's Chris over there.' I gave a little wave in her direction and sank below the surface. I could see her legs moving and it looked as if her toes were scratching at Tom's chest. I blew to the surface in time to see Tom reach up his arms, and she automatically took hold of them, but was surprised when he held on and lunged backwards.

She fell into his arms and had her breasts crushed to his chest as they went under. She'd had the wit to take a lung full of air before submerging and also to swing her legs up around his waist, clamping them tight, forcing air out of him. They rose up and broke the surface, he was choking and she was laughing. She helped him to the side and pushed him up the ladder to cough up the water he had swallowed. She followed and stood in front of him, legs apart and her hands on hips, her tits heaving up and down, and bouncing about with her laughing. Tom finally straightened up and Debbie stopped laughing when she looked down at his groin.

'My God! It's a horse!' she exclaimed. As Tom was sideways to the pool, we could see what Debbie meant. It seemed that it had been a waste of time him putting on that costume. With it being wet, it was now almost transparent. His cock was curled above his balls and all were clearly visible. Debbie seized him by the shoulders and swung him round till he faced those at the table and those in the pool.

'Look what I've found girls,' she screamed. Thelma laughed from the water, 'Too late honey! I've already seen, felt and tasted it,' she screamed back as she rolled her eyes. The eyes of the other women, those that I could see, gleamed with pure lust. I also had a funny feeling that I might have looked the same way, because I saw a look of surprise in Tom's as he looked at me.

Debbie then grabbed Tom from behind, her breasts squashing up against his back, her hands coming round and delved into his trunks and held him fast. It must have excited him because we could actually see it growing in size in her hands. I swear he was blushing as he then clamped his own arms over hers and fell forward into the water amongst us.

There was a great swirl of splashing as the three girls fought with Tom. I went under and watched as they got his trunks off between them and freed his now erect cock. I surfaced in time to see one of them, Claire I think it was, throw his suit out of the pool. Tom then swam down to the shallow end and back, taking it slowly. I guess it was to gain time for the cool water to reduce his size.

Having seen him in the showers and in our room at college, I knew that when reduced, he was still bigger than some men when erect. I'd seen some of the envious glances cast his way and the racist talk about his parentage.

I'd not been with him long when he told me a little about himself. His grandfather had been a Negro who'd married a Mexican woman, who turned out to have some wealthy relatives that had left her enough money to send his father to medical school, from which he became a doctor. He was in the U.N. Peace Corps and met a married his mother, a Malayan half caste. Her mother had been pure Malaysian while her father had been an English army officer. His father had been killed ten years before by a mortar bomb attack on the hospital where he had been treating the wounded. He also had a brother a few years older than himself. He said that he was black from one grandfather and white from another, and khaki from the distaff side.

There was only a slight trace of Negro in his face and his hair was straight like his mother's. Then he laughingly said that he got his cock from his grandfather, his balls from his father and the spunk from his mother.

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.

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.

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.

'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 Heloise voiced his admonishment of 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.

I was dumbstruck at the simplicity of line and what a few pencil strokes could achieve. Both of us standing there naked, looking at it, would have made a good study as well.

'It's beautiful,' I whispered, giving him a hug.

'Now that is what I mean be being relaxed,' he said, giving me a hug back. 'See the looseness of the limbs and of the facial muscles.' He turned and kissed me, 'It was a wonderful fuck too.' I blushed and stammered something it about being nearly a year since the last time.

'You poor boy, I didn't know. Please forgive me. I thought that you and Tom were regular partners,' he said. 'Here, let's go and sit down.'

He went and sat on the bed and beckoned me to join him. Heloise stirred and briefly woke up as Pancho settled himself down, she moved over but settled back down with her head in his lap. Trevor was gently snoring on the floor as I stepped over him and got onto the bed. He patted the bed by his side and I then laid down next to him. Heloise was gently stroking his flaccid penis which was against her cheek in her half sleep; not in a sexual way, but more in a comforting gesture and occasionally kissing it.

'You've done it with Tom surely?' he asked. 'I saw the way you were looking at him when he came out of the pool. Then when you were sitting next to him, you were full of lust and jealousy. I saw it in your eyes.'

I think it was the many drinks that I had drunk that day, and the fact that we had just made love that I somewhat broke down. I tried to stifle my sobs but only half succeeded. Tears started to run down my face as I rolled over to ostensibly hide them, my head finishing on his chest, just above that of Heloise. The tears dropped onto his chest and he stroked my hair as he asked me in his soft voice to tell him all about it.

I admitted that what he had seen in my eyes was true. I was jealous and I did lust after Tom. I told him that Tom and I had been roommates for the last six months, and every night of those six months, I had watched him get undressed. Every night, seeing that black cock of his being kept between his own legs when I wanted it between mine. Yes, you fucked me tonight, I told him, but I had been wishing that it had been Tom. I couldn't stop myself from telling him about the urge I kept getting to cross that room of ours and take it in my hands, to feel it grow, to kiss and suck it till I'd drained every ounce of strength out of him into my mouth. Then after this, I would have declared my love for him and maybe he would have loved me in return, take me into his arms and fuck me. Let me feel that manhood of his deep inside me, to feel him come and fill me with his love. That was what I wanted.

How my heart had leaped when he asked me if I wanted to come on this trip with him. When we could be alone together, and then maybe my fantasies would come true.

'Maybe they can,' Pancho mused, 'maybe they can. Let me sleep on it.'

He caught hold of Heloise's arm and pulled her up the bed and rolled her in between us. She blinked her eyes as she looked up at us as she lay flat on her back. Pancho reached over and took my hand and placed it on one of her small breasts.

'Have you ever fucked a woman?' he asked with a smile. Heloise also smiled as she looked up at me.

'A couple,' I stammered, blushing again.

'Well take her to bed with you tonight. I've got sleeping beauty down there to keep me company,' indicating Trevor still on the floor asleep. Heloise slowly rolled over me, giving me a kiss as she got off the bed. She took my hand and led me out of Pancho's room and down the hall. I stopped her as I recognised what was my room and had a quick peep inside. Tom wasn't there, so I shut the door and followed her on to her room.

She didn't turn on the lights as there was a soft glow from those of the pool coming through the glass doors. These she opened so that a cool breeze came wafting in, gently moving the net curtains. She then walked over and pressed her breasts up against my chest and kissed me, pushing me back onto the bed and that is all I can remember of that night.

My head was throbbing when I woke up. My cock hurt, my arse was sore and my lips felt bruised. Heloise stirred and opened her eyes and saw me looking at her. She smiled and licking her lips, said, 'Hello lover.' Then she pushed down the covering sheet to her waist, baring those nice little breasts of hers. The action of her stretching her arms up above her head made them smaller and flatter but it also pushed out the nipples. I leaned up and over and sucked on a tit. Her hand came down and stroked my head as I nibbled on a nipple. I ran one down under the sheet and in between her legs, feeling that trim muff. I must have done alright last night for her to call me lover this morning I thought.

'How was it last night then?' I mumbled round the enlarged nipple.

'Great,' she purred, 'just great. Let's do it again.'

She kicked down the rest of the bed sheet and rolled over on top of me. She then straightened up and sat astride my chest and looked down at me.

'Last night you said that I was good enough to eat. So here's breakfast,' she said, moving up my body and bracing her hands against the wall above my head, lowered her pussy down onto my mouth. I poked upward with my tongue, stroking it into her cleft. Not the best thing to do when my tongue felt as if it had more fur on it than on what I was licking. I don't think I was doing a very good job as she brought her hands down to spread herself wider. I could just about see a small bud like piece of flesh which seemed out of place, so I thought that this must be the famous clit that I'd heard of. As you have guessed, this was the first time that I'd ever muff dived.

I say that I could only just see her clit because it was so close that it was making me go cross eyed looking at it. Anyway, I licked at this soft piece of flesh and it seemed to be the right thing to do for it seemed to get harder and she started squirming. Not only that, but groaning as well as she began to rub it harder against my teeth.

She suddenly shot back and felt for my prick. As I wasn't expecting her to be ready so soon, my cock was still on the soft side.

'Shit!' she exclaimed. This was the first time I had really heard a woman swear in that position, yet I can now realise the frustration she had felt at not finding the erection she had expected to be waiting for her. She slithered further down the bed and took my half cocked cock into her mouth and worked furiously on it. Heloise was an expert at this I think, because in no time, I was very hard and ready. She raised her head up with a triumphant grin and quickly raised herself up and stabbed it into her, right between the legs, moving it deep within her.

'Lovely,' she said, now bouncing up and down on my thighs. I could feel the intense heat from her inner body encasing my tool.

'Lovely,' she said again, 'let's do it standing up!'

'What?' I cried, 'I'm lying down!'

'You won't be in a minute,' she said pulling me up into a sitting position which wasn't doing my back any good. With her in my lap, her legs going out either side of me, and her hands on my shoulders, she kept swinging her body round to the side making me swing my legs off the bed till my feet touched the floor. Then she clamped her legs around my waist keeping me firmly embedded inside her.

'Now lean forward and stand up. Come on. You've got the leg muscles for it, and I'm not that heavy.'

So with her hands now round my neck, legs tight at the waist, she arched her body backwards as I heaved myself upright. She looked a lightweight but didn't feel like one as I staggered upright. My knees wobbled, but the sensation on my cock was terrific. With a few tottering steps, the body movements were powerfully erotic, making me harder than I'd ever been before. With every step I seemed to drive deeper into her.

It seemed she also wanted more, because she was bouncing down harder. On top of this, she was also throwing her full weight further back for deeper penetration, causing me to go forward in tottering steps. That was all I could do, move forward. Unfortunately, with every step forward I was that much closer to toppling over.

With her clinging to me and bouncing backwards, I kept going in the same direction, faster and faster. We were lucky that the patio doors were open. We went careering through the curtains and across the patio and straight into the pool.

The impact, the shock of the cold water and lack of breath broke us apart and we surfaced to the cheers and clapping of those having breakfast poolside.

'Bravo,' Pancho cheered and clapped as he stood up as our heads came out of the water. 'A wonderful start to the day. A double fuck twisting into a lateral dive.'

The others were laughing as we climbed out of the pool. I quickly wrapped a towel around myself before sitting down at the table. Heloise took a proffered towel, but instead of wrapping it around herself, she stood there stark naked, water still streaming down her body as she came to me and began to dry my hair. Only after she had finished with my hair did she spread the towel on a chair and sit down herself.

'I wish I'd had a camera trained on that window as you two came bursting out. It would have made a bloody good video clip,' shouted Richard. Prophetic words. I learned later that he was the producer of video films and would use what he saw in some of his later films.

'Some hell of an entrance Chris,' Tom said through a mouthful of sausage. 'Have some breakfast. I think you might have worked up an appetite.'

It was true. Even though I had woken up with a thick head, Heloise apart, the cold water of the pool had cleared it and I was ravenous. I had a plate of everything that Maria had produced, impeccably served by Santos. I also thought, as I was eating, that this kind of living could play havoc with one's health, and a good swim later would be needed to take off the calories that this excellent food was creating.

We were just about finished when Pancho tapped his coffee saucer with his spoon. Everybody looked up as we were now all at the table by this time.

'Ladies and gentlemen,' he announced, rising to his feet. 'Whilst you were disporting yourselves last night. I, I was working! Working with the assistance of Chris,' and he waved in my direction. I felt myself go crimson as the others turned their heads to look at me. I thought he was going to tell them how he first seduced, then fucked me, to give them a vicarious thrill. But I was wrong. He waved a piece of paper above his head.

'With the collaboration of Chris, this is the result.' He again flourished the paper which was actually the drawing he had done that evening. 'Please, please give me your honest opinions of this small piece of work. But wait until all have seen it before making your comments.'

He passed it to Thelma, being the nearest, and from there, it went round the table, each taking several minutes to study the drawing. When it came to me, I passed it straight across to Tom who was next to me.

'That's you!' he exclaimed to me. 'I must say,' he now looked towards Pancho. 'That this?er?is, well, er, I think the best drawing I've ever seen. It really is good. I?I can't, I don't think I can say I've ever seen anything better. It's magnificent!'

The others round the table echoed what Tom had said.

'None better!'

'Best yet!'

'Outstanding!'

'Well I'm pleased you all think so,' Pancho said, beaming at the accolades and continued, 'well, while drawing this picture of Chris, I remembered,' he looked at Tom and I as he spoke, 'I remembered the sight of the two of you when you both stood poised at the edge of the pool yesterday. Two fine specimens of youth. The play of the muscles as you both flexed yourselves just before diving into the water. If only I had caught that moment. The pair in the air,' he mused, seeming to lose himself in thought. 'The pair in the air. I like that. Er?where was I?? Oh yes. Well I would like to do a series of studies of the two of you. That is if you agree, Tom? Chris said last night that it was okay with him. Isn't that right Chris?' he asked of me.

I nodded my agreement, my heart suddenly starting to thump loudly in my chest. If, if, if it was pounding. Say yes, yes, yes it was pleading.

'Well,' drawled Tom as my heartbeat seemed to triple and I started to get an erection. 'Well if it's okay with Chris, I guess it's okay with me.' My heart skipped beats and I almost came underneath my towel.

'Bravo,' clapped Pancho, 'then let's start now.' He then beckoned towards us as he turned and left the table. Tom was dressed in a swim suit and I pulled my towel tighter to hide my erection. As we moved passed the others, Debbie smacked Tom's bum as he passed her. 'Show him what you've got,' she said.

Thelma tweaked my towel off as I passed her. I whirled round to retrieve it giving Claire the opportunity to goose me. This made me and my erection jump and everybody laughed as I grabbed back my towel and scurried after the other two.

We entered Pancho's room and he busied himself by getting out some large sketching pads. Tom and I just stood there, looking at each other rather sheepishly. On a sudden impulse and somewhat out of character, I dropped my towel and stood voluntary naked for the first time in front of Tom, (the shower the day before not counting because Trevor made me turn round), besides, my erection had subsided somewhat.

'Well I'm ready,' I said in an unsteady voice. Tom looked at me, his eyes slowly travelling up till he looked into my eyes. I could discern some puzzlement in them, but he shook himself and hooked his fingers into the top of his trunks.

'Don't bother to strip off yet Tom,' Pancho called out. 'I just want to get a few rough head and shoulder sketches first. No! Don't move a muscle as you are there now. Let me get that expression.'

Tom stood still, not really being able to hold that first quizzatorial look as Pancho quickly sketched away, but it seemed to put Tom at ease. He stood stock still as he was being drawn. I had come out in goose bumps and my legs were a bit wobbly, so I sat down on the end of the bed, praying that I wouldn't get an erection just yet.

This was it, I thought. If I could just blot out the fact that Pancho was in the room, this was about to become my time. The time that I had been dreaming about for the last six months. Pancho looked like pulling it off, no pun intended there. It looked as though Pancho was going to put us in the position, no, positions that I said to him that I had dreamed of.

I had to restrain myself from reaching out to stroke that broad strong back in front of me. Then Pancho bustled about, telling us what position he would like us to pose in.

'Stand together, Tom with your left arm round the shoulder of Chris and you Chris, I want you to look directly at Tom giving me a whole left profile. Tom, you look at Chris, but so that your face is in half profile.' We stood as directed, myself looking at Tom as Pancho moved the arm of Tom slightly and did the same with his chin.

'No, I'm sorry,' cried Pancho, 'take off those trunks Tom,' which he did and Pancho then arranged us both again.

I must say that I was able to keep my head up and not look down at Tom's lower body. Conscious of our nakedness and that we were in physical contact, made me tremble, but Tom gave me a grin and a quick squeeze of his hand around my shoulder. This saved me from falling apart and I was able to give him a weak grin back.

'What do you think he wants us to do?' Tom whispered out of the side of his mouth.

'I don't know,' I replied, whispering like him. 'If it makes for a good drawing, then I'm game for it,' astounding myself at this low keyed outburst with my tongue in my cheek, hoping that Pancho asked for all that I had told him about last night. We kept this pose for several minutes, till Pancho moved out from behind his easel.

'Relax now boys, relax. That was good. I caught the main points that I wanted, the rest I can fill in later. Now for the next pose. No, stay as you are Tom,' Pancho said as he fussed about and produced a small foot stool which he placed next to Tom's leg.

'Now you,' he pointed at me, 'kneel on that stool. Yes. No, don't bend, keep your back straight. That's it. Now I want you to hold Tom's cock in your hand. No, not hold, sorry. I mean to let it lay in the palm of your hand and for you to be looking at it. I want your face in half profile for that. Is that alright with you Tom? I mean, letting Chris hold your cock?' he asked. Tom was looking at me when Pancho asked the question and I kept my gaze back at him steady. I could see that he wanted me to give the answer, so I gave a slight nod.

'Well if it's alright with Chris, it's alright with me,' Tom said.

'So positions please,' said Pancho.

My heart was beating fast as I knelt on the stool and put my arm around Tom's waist, and then, then, with a trembling hand, reached out and hefted Tom's tool onto the palm of my hand.

Oh glory be! My treasure was now actually there in my hand. Even flaccid, it had some weight. Even if it had weighed a ton I would have lifted it. To be holding the thing of my dreams, to feel the soft skin, the warmth of it was making me giddy with lust and desire. It also must have been having some effect on Tom, because I could feel it start to throb and actually start to increase in size.

As if from a distance I could hear Pancho saying to hold that pose. I would have held it till hell froze over, holding Tom's prick in my hand was the start of my dream coming true.

'Don't move now,' came from Pancho. 'This calls for sketches from two different angles.' I kept as still as possible, gazing at this living, loveable piece of flesh in my hand.

'It is done,' cried Pancho, 'I have captured in this picture an expression on the face of Chris that says a thousand words. The enraptured bliss, the emotional look that one normally sees on a mother's face when she first sees, and cuddles her first born child. I'm ecstatic with what I've drawn. Of the full frontals, I'm only happy with one of them, but that is beside the point. So! Now to the next pose,' he said, coming over to us.

'Let it go Chris,' he said as he lightly tapped my wrist. 'Naughty boy. Wait for the next one. Now,' and he paused and adopted a somewhat pompous tone. 'Now for the next few drawings to complete the montage, you must both agree to the positions I ask. If one says no, okay, we stop. But then we'll never see what could be a composite masterpiece. What I want is, will you Chris, take Tom's cock. God, it sounds like a marriage ceremony. Chris, will you take Tom's cock and put it in your mouth?'

This is the crunch I thought. Will Tom let me do it? I looked up at Tom from my kneeling position. I had to control my voice so that it wouldn't come out as a squeak, but it was steady as I spoke.

'Pancho. If it makes it a work of art, I'll do it if Tom agrees.'

I suddenly realised after I had spoken, that I had yet again abrogated any responsibility for whatever might happen. I always had done so since we first shared rooms, let him lead and dictate what we did in respect of our studies etc. This time I had had the chance to speak out first and say what I really wanted. I literally had it in my hand but still could not speak out to Tom to tell him how I truly felt about him, what I wanted from him. I had let the moment pass and I felt as though I could cry at my own stupidity at throwing this one chance away.

Tom. I have to say it again, Tom, with an insight that I would never had credited him with, looked at me for several moments. A quizzical look was in his eye that seemed to bore right down into the depths of me. Never before, or since, has anybody ever looked into my eyes, seeking, and finding the very depths of my soul. I cannot say what my eyes conveyed in those few seconds, but without taking his eyes from mine, he answered Pancho.

'If Chris,' he said slowly, 'is willing to go the whole way,' he paused, and I caught the hidden meaning in his voice, 'I will too.'

My heart leapt up into my throat as I nodded my understanding of what he was asking, and by the fact that I had nodded, agreed to what we were about to do.

Pancho, I saw, had a smug look on his face as he went back to his pad on the easel. I moved the stool to one side and knelt down on the floor in front of Tom. I looked up at him, and felt warmed by his smile and the gentle nod of his head. I then put one hand on his knee to steady myself, and with the other gently lifted up his now semi hard cock and placed it in my mouth.

Even though I only had the head of that beautiful cock in my mouth, letting the rest be seen by Pancho for drawing, I couldn't stop my own erection from rising up between my legs. That moment was the joy of joys. I had my cake in my mouth and now I wanted to eat it. Even while trying to keep still, I couldn't stop myself from running my tongue round the inside of his foreskin. In doing so, his cock began to get harder, tightening itself on my tongue and starting to fill my mouth. I could also feel and taste the sticky sweet love juice that started to emanate from his glands. I also couldn't resist a slight backward and forward movement of my head.

At last I was sucking on the tool that had dominated my dreams for many months. I was delirious with delight that I had this object of my lust in my mouth. I couldn't resist the next urge either, which was to bring my hand up and start working on his shaft, rubbing it backwards and forwards, feeling the hard muscle under the skin as I worked it in and out of my mouth.

'That's enough,' shouted Pancho, giving me a strong cuff to the side of my head, startling me enough for my head to snap back. Tom's cock springing out to slap me and rest against my cheek.

'That's it!' Pancho cried, 'Do not! Do not move a fucking muscle. Keep it there as it is! The expression as well. Don't you dare move a muscle, either of you, or I will castrate you both,' he commanded.

Freezing as I was told, I watched Pancho scuttle back for his pad and pencils and come back and squat down very close to us, feverishly scribbling on his pad. His head was bobbing up and down as he kept moving his eyes from the paper to us and back again.

We both kept still, though I could feel that cock against my cheek was not obeying its master. It kept up its regular throb as the blood still pumped round it making it steadily bounce against my face. A silly thought went through my mind as his cock throbbed against me, that Tom's heart must be beating fast, because it took an awful lot of blood going round the system to keep this monster in an upright position and as hard as it was.

Eventually, Pancho was satisfied, and putting down his pad and pencil spoke to us in a normal voice. 'Relax now, that's the ticket, relax.' It must be his other watchword I thought, he seemed to use it as much as bravo. 'Let's have a drink.' He clapped his hands and as if he was clairvoyant or just waiting outside the door, Santos appeared with a tray of drinks.

'Take a drink and relax on the bed while I put some finishing touches to these drawings we've already done. I would like to do three more, but we'll talk about those after you've had a drink and relaxed. Remember what I said last night Chris? Relaxed models make the best models.'

So Tom and I took the proffered drinks and stretched out on the bed. Tom was looking at me as he sipped his drink, I kept my eyes averted as I drank from mine.

'Chris,' Tom said to me. I kept looking down at my glass, but with it being empty, I put it onto the side. 'Chris,' he said again, and this time took my chin in his hand and turned my face towards him so that I had to look into his eyes.

'Chris. What are we doing? Is it what you want?' I nodded, tears coming to my eyes. His hand came up and gently stroked them away and I choked back a sob and fought to stop any more tears from flowing.

'You won't hate me if I tell you this is what I have been dreaming of,' I whispered. His arm went under my head and I was very conscious that we were both naked, lying close together, my flesh touching his flesh.

'Of course not. I would just like to understand you. Do you still want to go through with the rest of this?' he asked me.

'Of course,' I replied, 'he said it was for art.'

'Are you sure it's not just for his gratification, or?' he hesitated and I felt his body slightly tense up against me.

'Or mine?' I finished for him. I looked up at him, our eyes locked together for several seconds. 'Can?can I speak honestly with you? I?I mean, can I say what I've been wanting to say for a long time now?' He nodded, and I let my head fall back onto his chest.

'When I first entered our room in college six months ago, you were just changing out of your track suit. Do you remember that?' I felt him nod. 'You stripped down and then turned to pick up your towel from the bed. I've seen naked men before, but somehow you were different. I don't mean in size or colour, but you were different. I got an instant erection and my legs went weak at the knees and I sat down on the bed. I?I?, Tom, I don't know how you'll take this, but I've wanted you. There, I've finally said it! I mean I've wanted you in the physical sense. I wanted you to have sex with me. I sat there foolishly like a young girl smitten by love for the first time. I'd finally found someone who I wanted to love and who would make love to me.' Tom stirred, moving slightly, and I felt his arm gently squeeze me. Comforted by this, I moved in closer to his body and it gave me the strength to continue.

'I would watch you every night get undressed and get into bed. I'd turn away to get undressed myself so that you wouldn't see that I'd got a hard on. The same in the showers. I would watch you wash yourself and wish that I could do it for you, all over. Oh God,' I sobbed, pressing my head against him, my tears starting to drip down on his chest. 'I wanted you so bad that it hurt, hurt deep down inside of me. I wanted to hold your cock in my hand, kiss it, suck it, and if God was good, to let you fuck me with it.'

I was really crying now. Tears were pouring from my eyes and my chest was heaving with my sobs. 'Tom, oh Tom. When you asked me to come on this hitch hiking tour, I prayed that we might get together, as we are now, and that you would love me as I love you.'

I lifted my tear stained face up to him and saw the compassion in his eyes, and felt a thrill go through me as he bent his head and kissed me. It was a gentle kiss, but enough to give me hope, so I held him tighter, my arm across his body. His arm tightened about me as his other hand stroked my hair.

'Chris, I too have a confession to make, and this seems to be the right place and time to say it,' as he continued to stroke my hair. 'I asked you to come with me, hoping beyond hope, that we could, and would, get together.

When we first became roommates, I was indifferent towards you. Just another white boy who was forced to share a room with a coloured boy. But I saw in a very short time that you had no discriminations at all. I saw you in a different light then. Then I saw that you had a beauty that is unusual in a man. No, that's not quite right. I'm confusing the beauty that came later, but the er?well it seemed like vulnerability. You were someone to be protected, but even that doesn't seem to be the right word. You have an athletic body and seemed quite capable of looking after yourself. Physically I mean. On the field, in the gym and in the pool, but I sensed something. I too watched you undress as I lay in my bed, taking your clothes off with your back towards me. Shyness I thought, but I would watch your clothes come off and I could see your body. As muscular as mine, but with a kind of softness, a smoothness as opposed to the roughness of mine.

I lay there, watching, wanting, yearning to have the courage to reach out and stroke that soft flesh. To put my hands round the curves that I saw every night. I tried flashing myself in front of you, hoping to see some sign that you might, just might want something from me. But all I could do was dream what it would be like to caress your white curves, hold them in my hands. I would even have kissed your arse if I could have had it. I longed to take you into my bed, where we could kiss and then I would make love to you.' he gave me a kiss and I was lost. His kiss was nectar to me, and I couldn't get enough of his kisses, but he broke them off to roll back and continue talking.

'I wanted you so bad, I was hurting inside and it was affecting my studies. As I said, I wanted you to come into my bed. There we would be able to kiss and touch each other, play upon each other's parts, arousing ourselves to the pitch where you would ask me to make love to you as a woman. Then you would suck on my cock and I would, after a little while, lay you down and with, I hoped, love in your eyes, let me get inside of you and gently prove my love by letting me fuck you.'

I was now crying heartily as Tom told me of his love for me. I was so happy that I just couldn't stop crying. He was trying to kiss away my tears as I slowly came to myself.

'Oh Tom, you don't know the agony I've gone through these past few months waiting for this moment.' His body was hot against mine and my hand went down and felt him hard and solid. 'Tom, now. Will you make love to me? Fuck me now?'

'Yes,' he breathed, and started to move over me.

'Let's break this up at this point,' Pancho's voice boomed out. 'Let's finish the drawings if it's alright with you two? I think we have the makings of a couple of masterpieces. Right?'

I dashed the tears from eyes and sat up, 'Thank you Pancho,' I said, my tears and voice I think conveyed what I was alluding to. I got up off the bed, feeling the movement of Tom getting off too.

'Now if it's alright with you Chris, the next few poses would be of Tom sticking his tool inside you. It sounds obscene I know,' he said as he walked about flapping his hands, 'but! I will draw it as an act of love. Do you see what I mean? If you say no, then we leave it where it is.'

'If you can make it look as an act of love, then we'll make it as that, won't we Tom?' I said as I squeezed his hand, his hand did the same back to me.

'Lovely,' said Pancho, giving me a wink as I smiled and nodded back to him. He fussed about setting us up in the positions he wanted. He handed a condom to Tom and a pot of cream. Tom already had an erection onto which he rolled the condom. I too had an erection in my anticipation of what I was about to receive. Tom applied some cream to the sheath and I let Pancho put a liberal dollop of it to my rear end.

I had to bend over and place my hands flat on a low table and spread my legs. A bit more Pancho instructed me till I was in place, and then he placed Tom between my legs and showed him where he wanted his hands, just on my lower rib cage.

'Now in,' Pancho said. 'Only the head and then keep still.'

I tried to relax as Pancho had already said, but it was still hard to follow as Tom slowly pushed the head of his cock at my entrance. My sphincter muscle automatically flexed against him, but I managed to control it enough to let him push and enter me. There was pain as his muscle fought mine, but his won and the head of his cock slipped inside. The cream helped enormously or I think it would have killed me otherwise.

But when the head of his cock slipped inside of me, I nearly swooned. An old fashioned word I know, but it seems to fit the situation as did Tom's cock head.

It was inside me! Albeit only the head at the moment, but Tom was inside me. That big black cock was on its way. In spite of the initial pain of being stretched by the size of it, I was drooling and I was singing. My dream was coming true and I was being fucked by Tom. The pressure was enormous and I could feel the pulsating heat and throbbing of it and he sensed how I was feeling and kept very still, letting my body get used to the size and to absorb it when I was ready.

Meanwhile, Pancho was scribbling as fast as he could go, knowing that I would not be able to keep still very long with my dreams desire being fulfilled.

It was me that moved first. Slowly pushing back onto Tom, feeling him fill me with his big cock. It was hurting, taking that large shaft inside me, but I gritted my teeth and kept pushing back till my bum touched his thighs. I felt his balls pressing up against my thighs as I finally breathed out knowing that I had done it. Tom was now mine! He loved me! It proved it, didn't it? He was fucking me and my mind was in a whirl as to what to do next. He was inside me, his throbbing shaft was pulsating as well as boiling up my insides. What do I do now?

I moved forward, feeling a little relief from the pressure, but then quickly moved back making the pressure grow, but it was only me moving. I wanted him to do the moving, him to do the loving.

'Fuck me Tom,' I begged in a whisper, 'please fuck now. Slow and gentle, but do it now.'

Whether Pancho was sketching or not, I didn't care. Tom's hands came onto my hips and held me steady as he pulled back, his shaft smoothly riding through me. Then a pause before he moved forward again. I gasped as the pressure built up inside as he did so. There was pleasure in the pain and it became a steady rhythm as he started to piston himself into me. I could feel the tremors as his heavy balls slapping me, started to release their contents.

He was panting as he came in shuddering bursts that I swear I could feel, but knowing they were contained within the condom that he was wearing. The sweat was dripping off him onto my back as he came to a full stop, butted right up tight to my arse. His grip was tight on my hips as I felt the last jerking of his cock, pumping out that last drop of essence of the man.

That's when I came. My cock had become fully rigid at the moment of Tom's entry into me. With his thrusting and pushing, my piece had bounced in unison, and as he came into me, my load erupted over the table I was holding on to. I know I gave out a yell as I came, shooting it all out over Pancho's table, it being the first time I had ever come without it being in a cunt, arse, mouth or hand. A few strands were hanging from the end as we came to a breathless stop.

I heard Pancho calling out some instructions, but I was too full of my own thoughts (and Tom) to hear what he said. If it was not to move, I complied because I couldn't move anyway. I was sated and transfixed on the end of Tom's erection.

Then I felt Tom start to withdraw and I cried out as it came free. Partly from relief but mostly from the loss that my insides had felt. I fell to my knees because my legs just wouldn't hold me up and I sprawled across the table, my chest smearing the sperm that I had shot out. Lying there, I felt my arse being wiped with a towel, removing the cream that was left. Then I was helped up onto the bed, where with some relief, I straightened myself out. I lay there with my eyes closed and then somebody lifted my head and I felt a glass against my lips giving me a drink which I gratefully accepted. Then I sank back down, thinking that being fucked was a tiring business after all. I felt the bed dip and heard Tom's voice telling me to sleep. His hand was gently stroking my forehead and I did as I was told and went off to sleep.

Tom can tell you what happened out by the pool while I was asleep.

My thanks to Chris, but before I continue, let me add my contribution and thoughts to the events of the morning. It was an incredible start, waking up with Debbie's mouth firmly attached to my erection like a limpet. She released it when she knew I was awake, and then nibbled down the length of it with her teeth. Her head went underneath and took my balls into her mouth, and unsuccessfully tried to roll them round inside. It was too much for her and it was also hurting me. So I pulled her head up from between my legs and kissed her, the large wonderful breasts being crushed up to my chest.

'Let's have a swim,' I said, breaking off the kiss and rolling Debbie over, watching those big tits sway about with her movement. I dragged her off the bed and out through the open French windows, and both naked, jumped into the pool. The sun was up and we lazily swam up and down a few times, our bodies brushing against each other as I did the breast stroke and she did the back.

I saw that Santos was laying out things on the patio table as Trevor and Thelma came out of the villa. They waved at us and called out that breakfast was now being served. We swam to the steps and I let Debbie climb out first, with my hand under her bum I almost managed to insert a finger inside her. She picked up a towel as I climbed out and tried to flick me with a corner of it. I managed to turn to one side to take it on my thigh inside of what she was aiming at. She laughed as I made a grab for her, those breasts swinging out wide as she fled from my hands, the cheeks of her arse bouncing nicely.

I picked up another towel and wrapped it round my middle, going round the side of the pool to join the others at the table.

Even though the sun was only just up over the horizon, it was already quite hot on the skin. Debbie didn't bother with a towel, but did use a napkin in her lap, just in case of spilt coffee. Conversation was light between the four of us before Pancho came out and joined us, shortly followed by Claire.

I was starting to wonder where Chris was, when from some billowing curtains, he came staggering out with Heloise wrapped round his middle, and they fell into the pool, much to everyone's amusement. We all clapped when they surfaced and soon they were sitting down with us for their breakfast.

Pancho's announcement surprised me but it explained where he and Chris were when I was involved with Debbie. When the drawing was passed to me by Chris, I was amazed. It was him, no doubt about that, but the drawing itself was a brilliant work of art. It was bloody good and I went on and said so. This pleased Pancho no end, and he went on about our arrival yesterday and how he would like to do some drawings of us two.

As recorded, we agreed and we went in to pose. The first thing that startled me was when Chris, with a little laugh, dropped his towel, and for the first time, except in the shower with Trevor, I saw him stand naked before me. He had half an erection already and I was surprised how big he was. I thought all the shyness of the past months was because maybe he was ashamed of the size compared to mine, so I was completely wrong in that assumption. My eyes had automatically looked down at his tackle, and now I let my gaze travel up to his face. I tried to read what was in his eyes, but wasn't able to discern exactly what was going on in his mind.

We did some poses whilst Pancho sketched and then I was told to strip off. He placed a stool for Chris to kneel on and he was to hold my cock in his hand. I looked down at Chris kneeling there to see that his eyes were fixed on mine. We seemed to be in our own little world as we looked at each other, when I caught a sudden softness in his eyes which he quickly masked. I suddenly realised that that brief flash of softness was in fact a plea. When I said yes to Pancho's question of the pose, I again caught that brief soft flash of his eyes, and I could have sworn that they said a kind of thank you, I'm sure of it.

I could feel Chris trembling against me as we posed, and I could see that he now had a full erection, and his hand seemed to move slightly up and down as though he was trying to guess the weight of my cock in his hand. My hand automatically went out and rested on the back of his head as he looked down at my cock. As my hand moved up and down the nape of his neck, it seemed hot and the hairs seemed to stand out as though electrically charged as he trembled again.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Kree bathed and put Heloise to bed, and then came out onto the patio and asked if she could sit down and have a talk. I told her first to go and get two drinks and then sit down with me to talk. This we did it the short twilight that we have, talked and came to an agreement. She said that she and Heloise had been living with me for the past three years now, and not once did I make any overtures to her, Kree that is. Was I queer or what? I laughed and told her no, it was just that I had my work and that it was just something that hadn't crossed my mind.

Well, Kree continued, that as I had seen that day, Heloise was now a woman. She had seen me watching her in the pool and it gave her cause for concern. Kree had been at that age when she had first been taken by a man and it wasn't right that a child should be deprived of the rest of her childhood. She begged me not to take advantage of her. If she were sixteen years of age, she would have let Heloise make her own decision, but as she didn't know the way my thoughts were going in that direction, she begged me to let her take the place of her daughter.'

She had slipped to her knees in front of me so I took her hands in mine and looked into her eyes.

I swear by all that is holy, I would not touch Heloise, sexually that is, until she was of age, and then, and only then, if it was with her consent. Well, Kree burst into tears at this and buried her face in my lap. I held her head as she cried, and when she lifted her head up, tear stained as it was, I realised then that she was really quite beautiful. Looking a far cry from the wearied haggard drab she had appeared to be when she had first arrived.

She must have seen something in my face because she pulled down the zip of my trousers and pulled out my John Thomas. Unprepared, it was as small and as flaccid as you can get. She then took the whole of it in her mouth and worked it up to its operating size. Boy, those Orientals can sure teach you a few things. It must have been four years since my tool had been used for anything but pissing through. All that sperm cemented into my balls came popping out like bullets from a machine gun. Heh-heh, did I go on firing or not!

Well Kree spent the next year in my bed and then one morning when I was in the gym, Heloise came in screaming. Mama has fallen! Mama has fallen! I rushed out with her into the lounge. I don't know what Kree had been doing, but a chair was on its side and she half lay under a table. Her neck was broken.

We both cried next day as we buried her just over the rise and clung to each other for the rest of the day and night. Even though she spent that night in my bed for comfort, being cuddled and consoled by me, I kept my promise and didn't touch her in any sexual way.

Heloise took over her mother's duties and became both cook and housekeeper. With the aid of books from my library and what she had already learnt, she surpassed Kree in the cookery department. After working all day in the studio, I would sit out here on the patio and watch her swim in the pool. She still swam naked as I watched her change from a girl into a woman, her breasts filling out and the growing of her pubic bush.

Then one evening, she made what was the most loveliest meal she had ever produced. She said that she had been practising this meal for weeks and that that night was the end result. It was to be an Oriental evening she said, so I had to dress for the part she told me. She had raided the old clothes that had been stored away and had squirreled away materials and presented me with a sarong and the rest of the things to go with it. She helped me dress and led me into the lounge. The centre had been cleared of furniture except for a low table and lots of cushions had been spread around the floor. Candles had been placed on the table, these being the only illumination in the room. She then asked if she could sit with me and serve me as the meal deserved. Going along with this whim of hers, I agreed.

She then left to get changed herself and came back dressed much the same as me, bearing dishes on a large tray, which were then placed onto small burners on the table. She then used chopsticks to pick out small morsels from the different dishes, dipping them into one of the sauces before passing it to my mouth. If a stray drop of juice ran down my chin, she would wipe it away with a napkin, passing me the wine glass for sips between mouthfuls. She also took sips and ate too, sitting on a cushion next to me.

Lounging on the cushions being fed these succulent titbits in the savoury sauces made me feel like a king. I was surprised at how much I could eat and we emptied every dish. Sated and replete, if you can be both at one time, I lay back on the cushions. Heloise pulled the table away from the middle of the room and knelt down on a cushion before me. The candlelight giving her hair a lovely sheen and highlighting her Oriental bone structure. She was sitting back on her heels, hands folded in her lap in the fashion of her people as she started to speak. Telling me of the promise that I had made to Kree in regard to her age.

'You kept that promise to Mama, and I kept mine also.' I looked at her quizzically as she continued, 'so I am giving you a birthday present as today is my sixteenth birthday.'

She stood up, and with a few hand movements, the sarong fell from her body to drift to the floor. Yesterday it was a girl in the pool, tonight it was a woman who stood before me. My fingers itched for my pencil. Don't snigger! I meant my crayons and paper. I wanted to capture that picture of loveliness, but I couldn't move I was so mesmerised by her shimmering skin, the glow that seemed to emanate from deep within her.

She moved and the spell was broken. I've tried to capture that vision, but so far have sadly failed. She moved towards me, no, she flowed. Flowed like a brown liquid mercury and settled on the cushions next to me. She lay back and looked at me with those dark eyes that drew me forward to kiss her. Her mouth was soft and pliant and by contrast, her nipples were like hard little rocks on their small mounds.

My own sarong seemed to part of its own free will as I covered her body with mine, her small hand guiding me into that warm young succulent flesh. She was a virgin and had never even seen a naked man before, but she knew what to do and how to do it. I was a rampant stag that night. Daylight was just breaking before we slept, naked in each other's arms, sated and all fucked out.

A few days later, we packed some bags and I got out the old car which hadn't seen much tarmac since it was built, and we travelled for three months. Then I found Maria and Santos, but that, as they say, is another story. I've talked too much already tonight. Come,' he stood up and clapped his hands and shouted to the others down the table.

'Show time everybody. Come on boys,' to us, 'you are now immortal. You will go down in posterity.' He led us out from the dining area and into the lounge where Santos had set up some easels with the sketches on them.

They were evenly spaced so that each was a study alone and each was lit by its own soft light. The first was a head and shoulders of me. It was like looking in a mirror. It was perfect as was the next one of Chris, his face looking upwards, his eyes shining. I murmured my compliments to Pancho, but he shushed me as we moved to the next one. This was of Chris and myself standing together and I could see what he meant when he had said that we were like ebony and ivory. I hadn't realised that the contrast was so startling, and yet it looked right.

The next picture gave me a stirring, seeing myself standing there with Chris holding my dong in his hand. The picture following made my stirring become an erection. Now pictures have never done this to me before, but to see Chris on his knees with that look on his face as he had my cock in his mouth. Such was that picture being able to give me a hard on. My cock and his face in sharp focus compared to the softening and fading out of our bodies.

Chris slipped his hand into mine as we stood looking at this drawing. I gave it a gentle squeeze as we moved on to the next one. In it, my head was thrown back and my back arched as I fucked Chris. My cock was half inside him, and again, the colour contrast between us made it an outstanding drawing. Chris then squeezed my hand at this picture.

The last one was a larger picture that comprised of four small montages of us two in different sexual poses. They were excellent examples of simple line drawing.

I had seemed to pass in front of these drawings in a cone of silence, because the room suddenly seemed to be full of noise. Of the others talking and clucking their appreciation of Pancho's work. They crowded round him, slapping him on the back, kissing and shaking his hand.

'Wonderful.' 'Fantastic.' 'Great work,' were just a few of the adjectives being used to describe his work as they praised him. Then they turned to us, Chris self consciously letting go of my hand as they congratulated us on our daring in the wonderful poses.

Claire was the one that surprised me the most. I thought she was a hardnosed lesbian through and through, but I was wrong for she came up close and kissed me on the mouth. At the same time, her hand came up on the inside of my leg and grabbed my hard piece and whispered in my ear, 'When is it my turn? Don't leave me out, I want you in,' as she gave it a squeeze.

'Soon, soon,' I stammered in surprise.

After another turn round the display, we started to drift off to the deep seats of the lounge, to seat ourselves before the giant screen, the plaudits still being called out to Pancho and his models. I sat down near the back and Chris was just about to sit next to me, when Trevor took his arm, talking to him, leading him away to another seat and Claire shot into the seat instead.

Richard stood up at the front and announced that we were about to see the results of today's filming, but they were only rush shots, not the finished product. The first will be of Claire and Thelma, the second of Tom and Debbie. It is the second set of clips that I would like your comments on if you please.'

With that, he sat down and the lights of the lounge dimmed and the large screen came to life. It was the scene that I had walked out to on the patio that morning. Thelma and Claire were going through their paces on the blanket. First it was Claire doing a good tongue job on Thelma. Close ups of her tongue slipping in and out of the open vagina that looked huge on the screen. A bloody bus could go through there I thought.

Then it was Thelma doing it to Claire, using a slow stroking tongue that travelled up and across the straining clitoris. The camera panned up her body and across her breasts that glistened with sweat. Then up to her face, that if she was an actress, it was a bloody good performance of a woman in the throes of an orgasm. Then a close up shot of fluids seeping out of her to be lapped up by a hungry tongue. There was some clapping when the screen went dark and then a few seconds later it lit up again to show the swimming pool. There I was just climbing the ladder out of the water and then walking towards the camera. Claire grasped my hand as we watched. This was the first time I had ever seen myself as other people did. My heart swelled with pride as that magnificent specimen strode forward. I could now see what had caused the gasps when I had climbed out of the pool the first time. My cock looked huge and clearly visible through that wet see through gauzy costume. What a powerful weapon it looked as it moved about in the suit as I walked.

The film cut to the same opening but with Debbie climbing from the pool. Her walk towards the camera was terrific, with her large tits swaying in opposite time to her hips as she moved forward, water still dripping from her wet bush and passed by out of view.

'Now this is the part I would like your comments on afterwards,' Richard called out. It opened again with Debbie getting out of the water and coming round the side of the pool and towards the camera. But this time she was wearing a bikini bottom. A wet transparent bikini that?. 'Bloody hell!' I exclaimed. Richard had melded the two films together. There was Debbie, her big tits swaying as she walked, and wearing this 'bikini' that had my cock in it. The incongruity of it. Big tits and a big cock on the same body. It was a fantastic bit of film splicing that I had ever seen.

Everybody had shot bolt upright at the sight on the screen, and when Debbie passed out of view, there was a spontaneous burst of applause. Even I joined in and there were shouts of acclaim for what Richard had done. Shouts of encore, encore resounded as the screen went blank. It stayed blank for several minutes as everybody chanted for an encore and they only stopped when it came back on again. It was a wonderful piece of filming and I felt very proud for Richard and envious of Debbie, but it was so good. On reflection, it would have looked silly if those big sun browned tits had been on my chest.

The others crowded round Richard, congratulating him as Claire pulled me away from going forward myself. She held up her fingers to her lips first, and then beckoned me to follow her. As her other hand was tightly grasping mine, I didn't have much choice but to follow.

We left the lounge and went along a bedroom corridor. She opened a door and led me inside. With the door shut behind us, she quickly moved in and started to kiss me rather passionately. Her hips ground into me as she pushed her tongue deep down my throat. She pulled me towards the bed, not letting go of my mouth, her hands starting to pull at the buttons of my shirt. She said between kisses that what she had seen on the screen, she wanted. Not covered, but the whole big naked thing in her hand, her mouth, her cunt. Yes, that was the word she used in reference to her own orifices.

My shirt was off in no time and she was working to free me of my jeans, when I noticed that this was the same room that I had seen in the film last night. I tried to turn round to look for the camera, but my jeans were now down around my ankles. I whispered to her about the cameras, but she said that they were turned off and not to worry about them. She gave me a coy smile and turned me round away from the bed saying that she didn't want me to see her till she was stripped off and ready. While I could hear the rustling of her clothing coming off, I was looking to see if I could spot where the camera was. The walls were covered with all types of artefacts of different cultures, so the camera could be hidden almost anywhere amongst the jumble.

I felt Claire press her breasts into my back as her hands came snaking down my chest and lifted up my tool. She used both hands and still left the head showing as she lifted it up to my belly as though measuring it alongside my navel, the head of my cock being about an inch or so above it. Then she swung my erection from side to side before releasing me and lying back on the bed.

'Turn round now you stud, and bring that big black cock with you,' she said from behind me. I turned to see her sprawled naked across half of the bed, her large breasts heaving with anticipation as she waved me round the bed. I did as she wanted and knelt where she pointed and by putting my knee on the bed brought my erection within an inch or two of her face. My seminal fluid had started to come out, glistening in the light, like drops of dew that her tongue flicked out and captured. She kept licking this off as it came out, making my cock even harder than ever.

She put her hand on it to steady the pulsating throb that was causing it to bob up and down. Holding it firmly, she licked the head thoroughly, even trying to insert her tongue under the foreskin, but was unable to do this because the skin was now tightly stretched over the pink head of my cock. She must have had a good throat, because she then took half of my length into her mouth without gagging. She worked her head backwards and forwards, one hand squeezing and rubbing away at the shaft while the other played with my balls.

I held her head gently as she expertly worked away, and I really had to concentrate on something mundane to stop the natural course of events that would happen if I let her keep on doing what she was. She must have sensed this because she pulled off and lay back with a huge grin on her face.

'Now fuck me Tom,' she said in a husky voice, 'and let's do it slow an' easy. I want to feel it inch by glorious inch as it comes in.'

I shuffled across the bed on my knees and got between her open legs, but because of the way she was laying, I finished up with one foot on the floor. She wouldn't move further onto the bed, so holding myself with one hand, I guided it toward the middle of the glistening patch of moisture that was the entrance to her cave though I really should say cavern. She kept gasping as I slowly penetrated her, but she took the whole length and grunted when I was fully inside and could feel her tighten the muscles inside around it. I don't think with any woman, my sperm would have to fight its way to find the eggs of an ovary. I'm sure I could plant them directly into place.

Now with steady strokes, I shafted her. She was stretched but there was still room for her juices to flow round and down my cock, making it a much smoother ride. Even so, it was an intensive pressure on both of us and she was soon thrashing about and having an orgasm. I managed to hold back and let that pass until she built up for her second one. This one I went along with and increased my thrusting, banging my balls hard against her arse, building up to my own orgasm, which I let loose at the same time as she did.

We both shook with the violence of my coming as I shot into her, and still pumping, I pulled out of her and let my shining cock sit on her bush as the final jets shot up and splashed on her stomach. She grabbed my slippery end and pulled out the last drops, jerking them out to smear over her hand, which she then licked off.

I got off of her and found a towel and wiped myself first and then wiped my come off her stomach and then wiped in between her legs. She stretched out as I did this, her arms up high above her head.

'God that was marvellous,' she said with a drawl, 'and Tom, anytime you want, just crook your little finger and I'll come running.' She then sat up and getting off the bed, started to gather her clothes. I did the same and got dressed. She kissed me again before we left the room and then we returned to the lounge.

'Well done lad,' said Richard as he shook my hand as we entered, 'that was a terrific performance!'

'Did you film that?' I asked, aghast when he nodded. I turned to Claire who just grinned and shrugged her shoulders.

'I didn't know,' she pouted, hugging my arm, 'and what's more, I don't care. I don't care whether they filmed it or not, it was wonderful and I enjoyed it.' She kissed me on the nose.

'Sorry old boy, but I thought you knew,' said Richard, throwing his arm round my shoulder. 'We always do a film from that room. That was tonight's entertainment.'

'You mean everybody watched?' I gasped.

'Yes, and they even applauded. Now that hasn't happened in a long time I can tell you. You're a star, albeit a small one in the universe, but a massive nova here.'

Feeling somewhat hurt having been taken advantage of, but became somewhat mollified when we went round to the bar to be greeted by the others with many toasts and cheers and hailed as being a rising star in the movies. This last remark didn't register until much later in the night when I was in bed with Chris.

As it was, I was being feted along with Claire for an excellent performance. Now I understood why she didn't move from certain positions on the bed. It was to give the camera a good viewing angle for the fellatio and copulation shots.

I could see that Chris was a bit downcast and wondered if it was because of what I had done, or the attention he was being shown by Trevor. Anyway, the rest of the evening at the bar was very jolly and convivial.

It must have been about ten o'clock when people started to think of bed, so I yawned and said that it was also time for me to hit the sack. I said my goodnights as did Chris, and we went off to our room.

I stripped straight off and went and showered, and was soon in bed. Our room was large enough for these two single beds which would have passed as doubles in some hotels, so there was plenty of room to stretch out. Chris had already turned out the lights before he went in for his shower. As I lay there, I started to think of what had passed during the day, but I didn't get far, because Chris had come out from his shower and stood by my bed.

'Tom?' he asked somewhat shyly, 'can I get into bed with you tonight?' I recalled what he had seen, and the crestfallen look on his face as I had gone to the bar with Claire.

'Of course you can,' I replied, moving over to the left so that he could get in. He dropped the towel and got in and lay beside me. We lay like that, silent for quite some time before he rolled over towards me. He put one hand on my chest and spoke softly into my ear.

'I watched you on the screen tonight, and I'm sorry for what happened. I want to say I'm sorry.'

'But Chris you've got nothing to be sorry for,' I said back.

'No. You don't understand,' he laid his head on my chest as he spoke, 'I love you Tom, and I don't want to do anything that you didn't want me to do. I was watching you up there and I was so proud. So proud thinking that what everybody was looking at was mine. I was being foolish I know, because you can do whatever you want. You've never said that you love me, so why should I be jealous? But I was, there, watching when Claire took my?your cock and started sucking on it. Then when Trevor's hand went into my trousers and pulled out my erection, I didn't stop him. I was watching you being sucked and he went down and started to suck on me. It made me feel as though we were both together, but now I feel ashamed.'

I lifted his head up off my chest and kissed him, tasting the salt from his tears.

'Chris, I love you,' I said as I kissed him again. Loyalty like this can never be bought. If it comes, keep hold of it. It only takes a few words, and they are worth saying.

The gratitude flowed out of Chris like a storm as he kissed me back with a passion, and kept kissing me as he moved his head down my body, kissing it all the way. He reached his goal and kissed my prick, bringing it up to attention. In the dim light from the bathroom I could see his eyes shining as he looked at me before taking nearly half my cock into his hot mouth. As hot as any vagina but more manipulative.

He suddenly left the bed and shot into the bathroom, but was back in an instant with a condom and a pot of cream. He rolled the sheath down over my erection and then put some cream on it. I saw his hand go behind himself and guessed that he was also applying some cream to another part. He dropped the pot of cream to the floor, and kneeling, swung a leg so that he could get astride of my body. He raised himself up, and with one hand holding my cock upright, he centred himself over it and slowly lowered himself down upon it.

I could see the pain and effort he went through at the first entry of the head passing his sphincter muscle. My heart went out to him to endure this pain as I felt the head slip past that strong muscle as he steadied himself with his arms on his thighs as he slowly sank down on me. My cock disappearing up into him at the same time, till his body came to rest on my thighs and I was completely inside him before he let out a big sigh from his withheld breath.

He lifted his head and opened his eyes and smiled at me. His white penis was hard and sticking out from my pubic hairs, his balls squashed beneath him. I saw his thigh muscles tighten as he began to lift himself up and down on me. His eyes slowly closed in ecstasy as he moved up and down on my shaft, impaled, yet in control as he rode me, his hand held his own erection which was large enough to make many men jealous of.

'Can?can I come on your chest? There's nowhere else for it to go,' he asked as his hand worked on his tool as he was fucking himself on my body. Fascinated, I nodded, so he jerked himself off as he bounced. He moved faster both with body and hand as I watched him start to come onto my chest. The sperm coming out in short bursts as his hand guided the shots. I came then, bucking my hips up as I pumped up into him. It was a strange and electric experience.

I stopped moving as I finished, and watched the last dribbles come from the head of his cock. His body then drooped and he fell forward, smearing his semen between our chests and we lay like this for a little while until he roused himself, and with great care, slowly lifted himself off of me. My cock flopped onto my stomach as it came free from him.

He seemed to wobble a bit as he went to the bathroom and came back with an armful of towels. He wiped me down first, removing the condom, very carefully before attending to himself. Another clean towel was used to clean up our chests.

He then got back into bed and cuddled up to me, kissing me and whispering his thanks for loving him. I held him in my arms until he fell asleep, letting my mind run over the day's events which I had tried to do earlier.

The posing for Pancho and his drawings, knowing now that it was Chris who had set this up, and yet I was not displeased at this. It certainly got the results that we both wanted, so it was something that I suppose I must be grateful for. This then led to the learning that Chris was in love with me and our subsequent coupling (for the first time). The camera filming of Claire and Thelma and then me and Debbie by Richard. The splicing of the films and a remark that he made at the bar about a rising star in movies, after the filmed session with Claire.

Richard was a porno film maker!

To what extent the others were involved, I didn't know, but guessed they all were. Now this would make for a lively breakfast I had no doubt. So as I drifted off to sleep, I thought it was now the turn of Chris to take over the story.

Hi! This is Chris again to carry on our little saga in the desert. I woke up early and it was only just getting light outside, so I could only just see Tom's profile on the pillow beside me. I gave him a soft kiss on the cheek and stretched carefully so as not to wake him. There was a dull ache in my bum, but it had been worth it. I mentally hugged myself, feeling safe and warm in the knowledge that Tom loved me in return.

What a day it had been. The session of posing with Tom and what happened! Then a good sleep and being woken by my love and given a shower. It was luxurious being soaped down and when he washed my cock, well, I couldn't help myself but go down on him. Kissing him all the way and taking that lovely staff of life in my mouth. I had tried to look up at him, but the water cascading down on us was blinding me, so shaking the water from my eyes, I concentrated on sucking that glorious member of his. I felt it become a rod of iron and stretching my mouth as I sucked and pumped my head back and forth on that pulsating, throbbing more than man size piece of flesh.

I felt his body stiffening and knew he was about to come, and I was ready! It came in bursts with every forward pump, his juice shooting into my mouth, well, into my throat really. It was like swallowing oysters and this was my aphrodisiac.

When we finished in the shower, he dried me and we got dressed for dinner, Tom saying that he wanted to speak to me at the bar. It was with trepidation that I followed him to the bar and listened to what he had to say, but, though I understood what he was saying, he didn't actually say that he loved me too. I covered his hand with mine and smiled at him before we joined the others.

We had a lovely dinner and heard the story of how Heloise came to be living at the villa. Then we saw the drawings and I was both stunned and embarrassed. Stunned at the beauty of Pancho's work and embarrassed because I was so easily recognisable in them. But then I started to feel a certain pride in being a part of what I think were a certain series of some works of art. So much so, that I couldn't help but take Tom's hand in mine when looking at them.

We then went to sit in the lounge, but just as I was going to sit down next to Tom, Trevor pulled me away and went on about how excited he had been when he saw the drawings of Pancho. Now I'd already sucked once on Trevor while being fucked by Pancho, was he wanting another session. He kept on talking through the clip of Thelma and Claire, but he did shut up when the Tom and Debbie clip was shown. The dubbed clip was a brilliant piece of editing. If you didn't know better, it could almost have been the real thing. We all clapped and had a re-run of it.

When everybody had settled down, the screen lit up to the same room we had seen the night before. My heart stopped beating when I saw that it was Tom who appeared behind Claire. He must have recognised the room because he seemed to be looking round for the camera, but Claire soon had his jeans down and her hands raised up his growing cock to the camera, which zoomed in so that Tom's erection filled the screen.

Trevor's hand was pulling down the zipper on my jeans as I sat mesmerised, watching Tom being handled, as mine was pulled out of my trousers. I watched Tom walk round the bed and Claire's hot tongue lick the head of his cock. An electric shock passed through me as Trevor did the same to mine and I felt his breath as his tongue probed the eye before taking me completely into his mouth. My cock was throbbing the same as Tom's must have been as we were both being sucked at the same time.

I glanced down at Trevor working on my erection and saw that he was watching the screen at the same time, copying Claire, but I think he lost the thread, because he slipped off the settee and knelt between my knees and really pumped his head up and down on me, and I just lay back and let it happen.

I was dimly aware of Claire pulling back from Tom and laying back for him to mount her. I then just closed my eyes and let my own steam build up and throw itself into Trevor's mouth. As my hips jerked out the semen, he squeezed my erection with his hand, moving it in an upwards motion and pulling out the residue to roll around in his mouth with his tongue.

'Thank you,' I heard Trevor breathe round my slowly wilting member, well I think that's what he said, but I couldn't see why he should be thanking me, it was most peculiar. So I just nodded and let him fold me back into my jeans and zip me up. Just in time really, because the lights then came back on in the lounge, and Santos went round with his never empty tray. People took their drinks and started making their way round the corner to the bar.

A cheer went up as Tom and Claire entered the bar.

'A rising star,' one of the girls called out, and Claire was clinging to his arm like some simpering starlet who had just been given a one line speech in some epic film. It annoyed me, and I think my petulance showed, also I couldn't seem to throw off Trevor.

He even had the gall to ask Pancho if he would do some sketches of himself with me. I retorted that it would only be happen if I was on top. Trevor simpered as Pancho patted him on the shoulder saying very diplomatically, that when the time came with the perfect contrast to Trevor's endowment, he would embark on that project with the greatest of enthusiasm. Trevor positively glowed and I thought, what a prick, but in spite of that, he did give good head.

I suddenly blushed and realised that I had betrayed Tom with that thought, and I chastised myself. I tried to get in the swing of the party that seemed to have developed, but didn't really succeed. I was grateful when Tom suggested that it was time he went to bed. I scrambled up from my chair as he stood up, and we both thanked those present for the wonderful way they had treated us and the noble efforts of Pancho with his drawings, and that it had really been a day to remember. I think we went a bit over the top with our praises, but it was a relief to escape to the privacy of our bedroom.

I know Tom has already told you what happened between us last night, but I must also put down my thoughts.

Tom had already stripped off as soon as we entered the room and went into the shower. I sort of potted about with my thoughts in a turmoil as to what I had seen on the big screen, and what I had done with Trevor. Tom came out of the bathroom and went straight to bed. I turned the lights of the room off and went and had a lonely shower. Again my thoughts were tortured.

Why did he go straight into the shower and finish before I joined him? Was he ashamed of what he had done, or what I had done? But then he didn't know what I had done, that I had betrayed him with Trevor. I must make amends, say that I was sorry. Must say that I was stunned at what I had seen and I didn't know what Trevor was doing?no, no. That's wrong when I'm throwing my actions at him as though it was his fault. No. It was my fault and that's what I had to say.

I was drying myself on leaving the bathroom, leaving the light on and went and stood by Tom's bed and asked if I could get into bed with him. He said okay and moved over to make room for me. I got in and lay still for a while to let my heart beat slow down, because this was the first time since I'd known him that I was in the same bed with him. I gathered up some courage and rolled over towards him and put my head in the crook of his arm.

I told him that I was sorry for what I let Trevor do to me while I was watching the screen. He didn't really understand what I was trying to say, so with a deep breath, I told Tom that I loved him.

I didn't ask if he loved me or not. I didn't want him to lie or say anything that he might regret. I just told him that I was ashamed of what I had done and I couldn't help the tears that flowed as I begged his forgiveness. He lifted up my head and kissed me. He kissed me and said that he also loved me. I smiled through my tears and kissed him back with great joy. I kissed and kissed him. I kissed him all the way down his chest and stomach till I reached that wonder of wonders that had began to rise up and was soon, after a few more kisses, as rigid as an iron bar.

I held that throbbing black spear and then kneeling between his legs, took as much into my mouth and throat as I could manage. The sweetness was oozing out and was nectar to my taste buds. I thought irreverently of the English Tate & Lyle syrup tin that showed a dead lion surrounded by flies, and the motto saying that out of the strong came sweetness, or something like that. Anyway, that's what came to my mind as I savoured that sweetness and felt the strength of that pulsating cock throbbing in my mouth. But my mouth wasn't big enough, but there was somewhere else that was. Somewhere where I could take it all in, feel all of it, the pulse, the vibration, his very heart beat being transmitted through that organ.

I jumped off the bed and shot into the bathroom. I grabbed a condom and a pot of cream that I knew was there. Back on the bed, I rolled the condom onto Tom's erection and then smeared the top with some cream before I put some around my butt end. Then I knelt astride of Tom, and holding his spear upright, guided it as best I could to my smeared rear, and lowered myself down onto it. With the head pushing at my entrance, I took a few quick breaths and pushed myself down, making the muscles relax as the head of his cock slipped inside me.

God it was tight! It burned as I pushed, but then he was in and the cream helped because I slipped down on his pole till he was fully inside me. I had tried to move slowly, to feel him as I took him inside, but once I started, I couldn't wait till that huge thing was buried deep inside. The pain and pleasure was intense and intermingled as he filled me and my arse came to rest on his thighs. I could feel the head of his cock tight up against whatever it was deep inside of me. The joy of it! I could now control that monster with my inside muscle as I gently moved up and down.

I was in heaven as I moved in that motion on his shaft, feeling him throb and beat inside me. My own prick, normal size for a mortal was as rigid as a poker jutting out over his stomach and was now beginning to hurt me from the internal pressure that was forcing the blood into it.

I shyly asked Tom if I could jerk myself off, but that it would go over him if I did so. He nodded his assent, his eyes aglow. So while I rode up and down on his shaft, I pulled myself off and came all over his chest. As I came, I could feel his heat and pressure as his cock head swelled inside and felt the pulsing jerks as he came inside me, bucking at the same time. The sweat ran down my chest as my sperm covered his, and then I fell forward and smeared my come between our bodies.

My head was underneath his chin and his arms came round my shoulders and he held me tight. We lay like this for some time and I loved the feel of those strong arms about me. Which is strange in itself, because, due to swimming and all that, my arms were just as physically strong as his. But it's not the strength that matters, but the fact that you are being held by someone who loves you. The arms of a child are strong when they hug the one they love, as they also feel safe in the arms and cuddles that they receive.

I roused myself slowly, and gently eased myself forward, feeling his length coming out of me, until with a little sucking noise, it came free and smacked wetly onto his stomach. I got towels and cleaned us both up and then got back into bed and cuddled up to him, kissing and whispering that I loved him. I too then drifted off to sleep.

Daylight had just broken when I awoke, and Tom was gently snoring beside me. I gave him a gentle kiss on the shoulder and eased myself out of bed. I looked out through the curtains to see that it wouldn't be long before the sun came over the horizon, and at this time of the morning, nobody would be about. So I pulled open the sliding doors and stepped out onto the patio, naked and thought that I didn't need a suit and dived straight into the pool. The cold water was a rejuvenating shock as I travelled almost the whole length of the pool beneath the surface before coming up for air. I set myself the task of doing twenty laps and was into my fifteenth before I sensed that I was being watched.

Sure enough, Debbie was standing at the poolside wearing a robe.

'I thought I heard somebody out here. What's the water like?' she called out to me. The sun had just risen above the horizon and caught the top of her head making her hair glow and glint in these early rays.

'Cold,' I shouted back, 'but it should soon warm up with the sun. Come on in, it'll really wake you up.'

'You wearing a costume?' she asked.

'No. Are you?' I replied.

She opened her robe to show that she wasn't and I already knew she was a natural blonde. She shucked off her robe and dived into the water and surfaced close up to me.

'I can see that it's cold,' she said, looking down into the water and her hand cupped my balls and shrunken dick, 'feel mine.' She took my hand and put it down between her legs and pushed it up tight to her wet bush. 'See! It's still warm,' and it was.

'Race you up and down,' she said, pushing herself away and started swimming fast. She had a couple of lengths lead before I started, but I caught her at the turn, but I let her lead and touch just before me at the shallow end.

'That warmed me up,' she gasped as she rose up, her breasts heaving from the exertion, the water drops slowly falling from the erect nipples of those big tits. These she then crushed against my chest as she kissed me. What the hell I thought and kissed her back. Her hand took hold of me beneath the water and started to work on it. The water was cold and her hand was cold. I was cold and so nothing happened.

'Hell,' she said, 'there's only one way to do this.' She let go of me and placed her hands on my hips. Standing in front of me with a big grin on her face, she took some deep breaths. Her breasts swelling up tight against my chest as she did so, and then she ducked below the surface of the water and took me into her mouth. This was like a heater, hot on my cock, and it didn't take long for my body to respond. All I could see was the top of her head, her hair making little swirls on the surface as her head moved in rhythm to her sucking. She suddenly surfaced with a whoosh of water, gulped a huge lungful of air before submerging to take me back in again. This time, her mouth and tongue brought me to a full erection.

She surfaced again fast, and clutching at my biceps, swung her legs up around my upper thighs, trapping my cock between us. She quickly put her hand down and guided me into herself. Then her legs locked themselves round me as she let herself float out backwards, her hands fluttering in the water to keep her torso straight. Her breasts with their erect nipples just jutting out from the surface as she lay flat in the water. I held her hips to keep her steady as I moved in and out of her. She gave out low moans as I gently rocked her on my shaft, the sun now shining on her face and nipples as we fucked in the pool.

The sun was starting to warm my back as I built up my thrusts, her hands moving faster as she bucked into me. The noises from her throat got louder as she started to thrash the water and I had to lean back to maintain balance as well as stay inside her as I began ramming myself harder and harder into her. Then I really pulled her tight into me as I started to come, sending my sperm up on their journey inside her. She gave a scream as she climaxed and really ground her pelvic bones in to mine. Her screams turned to gurgles as she swallowed water and had to release me as she needed to surface to expel the water she had taken in. I held her tight as she coughed up half the pool down my chest. I then held her tight to me as she fought to get her breath back.

'That was great,' she gasped, 'wait till Richard gets his new camera. It must have looked good underwater.' Her hand grasped me again and I was still hard, and small dribbles of sperm floated up to the surface between us.

'That was good darling,' she said, kissing me full on the mouth, her arms around my neck, making the kiss a deep one. She must have a good set of lungs I thought as I broke the kiss to get some air myself. My eye then caught some movement down at the other end poolside, and seeing my glance, she turned round.

'That's Santos. Breakfast! I'm starving, let's go.' She released me and swam off to the other end of the pool. Her brown sun tanned buttocks flashing as she ploughed through the water. I followed slowly, just to watch her climb out of the pool. She picked up her robe and draped it round her shoulders. I realised as I started to climb out, that I didn't have a robe to cover myself like she had. Debbie had sat down in a chair and picked up a towel for me, and with a wicked grin on her face, just swung it on the end of her finger, obviously not going to bring it over to me.

I stood there at the top of the pool ladder, naked. At least my erection had gone down, but I was still big enough to be proud of what I had. Remembering Tom's walk yesterday in front of the camera, and the day before when he was also naked, gave me the courage to do the same. I turned from the steps and walked nonchalantly towards her and take the towel from her hand and wrap it round my middle before sitting down. I had sat down next to her and let Santos pour out some coffee for us. When he left the table, Debbie put her hand over mine.

'I didn't think you were a faggot,' she said.

I was stunned, and I think my mouth dropped open, because she went on hastily, 'Sorry. I didn't really mean that. It?it was just that, seeing those poses last night, and the way you looked at Tom. I?I?just thought. Well I was wrong! You proved that in the pool.'

She gave me a smile and took my hand and rubbed it over a nipple and I felt it get hard under my palm. As I rubbed that tit, I made myself think of what Tom and I had done last night, and that worked. I started to get another erection, and while one hand was rubbing her tit, I took hold of her with my other one and put it up under my towel and let her grasp it.

'Wow! So soon! I definitely was wrong about you.'

She withdrew her hand when Santos came out with plates of food for us. I realised that I was very hungry, and she must have been too, for we attacked our food until the plates were empty. As we drank our third cup of coffee, I remembered something she had said when we were in the pool.

'What was it you meant earlier, in the water. You said something about Richard and his new camera, underwater would be great?' I asked.

'Didn't you know?' she replied.

'Know what?' I asked.

'That Richard makes films. You know, films. Adult films.'

'Go on,' I urged.

'Well, Richard makes the films, Trevor goes out and sells them and we all make a lot of money. Simple.' She gave me a sweet smile. 'I've been here a year now and saved just over eighty grand, and I don't spend a penny of it. Everything is free.' She waved her arms wide, the robe flew open showing her grand chest. 'Look at it! Sunshine every day. Sex. The best food I have ever eaten. Sex. Drink as much as I want. Sex, sex and more sex. As much as I want. I simply love it here,' she stretched herself and shouted, 'I love it here!'

Santos came out and poured us some more coffee, and after he had left, she carried on. 'There's only one taboo here and that is drugs. Pancho will not allow any drugs at all. Only the normal tobacco and alcohol. Definitely no drugs, no siree,' she paused, 'haven't they spoken to you yet?' I shook my head.

'Maybe I've said more than I should have. I'd better let them talk to you and Tom.' She put her hand on mine. 'Don't get me wrong. I think you two are swell guys, and I sure do hope that you will stay with us. If you say yes, I will stay longer, but don't let on that I've told you already. Please? Please??' I smiled and patted her hand.

'Don't worry. I will wait till they speak, but tell me, how did you come to be here? You can tell me that, surely?' I asked. She took a sip of her coffee and drew her robe close, covering those big breasts.

'As I said, it was about a year ago. Mike, my then boyfriend and I were travelling through when we had the car breakdown on us. We spent three days in a stinking motel just outside of town waiting for car parts for the repair. Well, being cooped up in a deadbeat town motel just the two of us, nobody else was staying there. We just finished up fighting and arguing. Well to cut it short, the car finally got repaired and he just took off and left. All my clothes, money, everything! He took the fucking lot!' She was almost at the point of crying, so I patted her hand and she sniffled back the tears and continued after wiping her nose on the sleeve of her robe.

'Well I had a small amount of money left in my purse. He missed that. I was sitting in a bar, well The bar, it was the only one in town, and having a drink with the last of my money trying to make up my mind as to what to do. Do I try to hitch a lift? Though nobody seemed to stop in this place. The cars just roared through, ignoring the speed limits, trailing a plume of dust behind them. I sat there, miserable as sin mentally tossing a coin as to what I should do. Try to get one of these cars to stop and give me a lift, or try hooking. I idly watched this car pull up outside and Trevor and Thelma came inside.

Thelma said 'Hi' to me as she sat down on a stool. Well it was only polite to say that when I was the only person sitting there. She ordered a beer for herself and Trevor, and I think she sensed I was in trouble, because a beer was poured and pushed in front of me. I thanked her for the beer and it wasn't long before I was pouring out my woeful story. Well it was getting late in the afternoon, so I accepted a lift to the villa, where I could spend the night, and if I wanted, go my own way in the morning.'

Debbie paused to drain her coffee cup and I emptied mine as well as I didn't want to distract her from finishing her story.

'I must say that I wasn't pressured into staying or taking part in anything. After a most wonderful meal I had ever eaten, we went into the lounge where the big screen is. I was told then, that what was going to be shown would be an explicit sex film. I could either go to bed there and then, or stay and watch the film with the others. The choice was mine. Well. There were eight people there in the lounge and I thought it would look rather foolish of me if I acted prudish and left, so I said that it was okay with me. Well!'

This seemed to be her favourite word for starting and finishing sentences.

'Well. The lights went down and the film started. It opened with a man and a woman having a drink in a small private bar. She was wearing a very revealing dress showing a lot of cleavage. In fact she was more out of the dress than in it. The man was wearing a white shirt and white slacks. From the conversation and the way they were speaking, they'd had quite a few drinks already. She leaned forward to whisper in his ear and her drink went straight down the front of his trousers. Well, she leant even further forward to try and wipe his front, and as she did so, one of her tits fell out of the top of her dress. She seemed to ignore this as she kept wiping at the front of his trousers. The camera moved in closer to her exposed tit before travelling down to her moving hand, and you could see that the man was getting, or had an erection.

Well, you can imagine what happened next. His fly was down and his penis sticking right out. Right out in front of her face. Well my mouth opened as did hers. I'd heard women did this, but I'd never seen it done. My boyfriend had once asked me to do this to him, but I had said no. I was a bit shy then, apart from the fact that he was drunk at the time, and anything he suggested when he was drunk, I refused on principle.

Well, she took this penis right into her mouth and you could see her tongue inside her cheek, working round the head of it. Well all of a sudden, I realised that the girl I was sitting next to, was the girl up on the screen. I was gob smacked. Then I realised that the bar they were in was the one we'd had drinks in just before dinner. I grabbed her hand and whispered to her, 'That's you!' Jane was her name, and she whispered back, 'Yes, great isn't it. Wait till you see us fuck!'

Well, did I get engrossed in the film or not? You bet I did. I hadn't realised either that when I had grabbed her hand, I had pulled it into my lap. I was wearing a short skirt at the time, and while we were watching the film where he began fingering Jane, she started to finger me. I became confused. I was watching it up there and having the experience myself. That was when my body took over and I flooded my panties. I was really wet and that finger was driving me wild. The edge of my panties were pulled to one side and two fingers were then pushed up into me. I lost interest in the film as I laid my head back and let those fingers work their magic on me.

A pair of lips kissed me which I returned with interest. I'd never been kissed before by somebody behind me. It was an upside down kiss that seemed to last forever. I felt my panties being pulled off and I moved my bum to help as my legs were gently parted. I let myself be pulled down so that my legs were wide open and then I felt the electric touch of a tongue probing and delving into me.

Well I was hooked! That night I had the greatest sex of my life. Mike, he had the same name as my now ex-boyfriend, was the person who had kissed me and was also the man I had seen on the screen and it had been Jane down in between my legs. Well he asked me if I would spend the night in his room. The option was mine. Well after the plating I had been given by Jane and seeing his cock on the screen, I decided there and then that I wanted that cock inside me that night. So I said yes and went to bed with him.

It was exciting and I was a bit apprehensive at first when I went into his room, but he put me at my ease by saying that it was for me to call the shots. We would only do what I wanted to do. He was kissing me as he undressed me, though there wasn't much left to take off, my panties and shoes were still in the lounge with the last of my inhibitions. As we lay on the bed, his erection was digging into my side and I put my hand down and held that hardness. 'What was it like having it sucked?' I asked him. 'It's everything and nothing,' he replied, 'It's the person doing it gets the most pleasure,' he said. I half believed him as he said that I should at least try it. His hands gently pushing me away and down from him so that I was on my knees between his legs.

His cock looked huge there before my eyes, circumcised and ridged at the back of the head. The blood that was throbbing through it gave it a purplish hue and out of the eye of his penis came a clear fluid. 'Lick it,' he said, 'taste the sweetness of it.' I gently put my tongue out and took that pearly drop on the tip and let my taste buds savour that exquisite flavour of that love juice.

Well say no more. My mouth opened wide and I took as much of his cock into it as I could. I nearly choked that first time as his dick hit the back of my throat. 'Whoa there,' he said as he eased my head back. 'Not so fast. Take it in small doses,' and he held my head as he gently fucked me in the mouth. I can still remember the pulse and throb of that first time I had ever taken a man's cock into my mouth and give head. He taught me how to use my tongue and teeth, and being a gentleman, he would tell me when he was coming and I could stop if I wanted to, but if you'd been in my shoes,' Debbie paused and hiccupped a laugh, 'I mean my position, would you have stopped?'

Having been in that position, I would have said no, but I shook my head and said that I didn't know.

'Well I didn't. I could feel the pulse rate increasing and his hands held my head tight as he started to come, and he pumped his sperm right into the back of my throat. I swallowed as he came and kept sucking till only a dribble was left, and this I licked clean. It was two hours later before he could get it up again to satisfy me.

Well after that, the next morning I said that I would stay if they would have me, and I've not regretted a moment of it.'

Just as she finished, and very convenient for the story, Thelma came out and flopped down into a chair.

'What a bloody night. Richard wanted a moonlight scene and so I get bites all over my butt. It'll be days before they clear up. Look!' She got up and turned round and lifted up her gown, showing us her browned bum with six or seven ugly red bites on it.

'Come into my room,' said Debbie, 'and let me put some cream on them for you. They'll be gone by tomorrow then.' Debbie stood up and whispered into my ear, 'If they ask you to stay, please, please stay.' With that, she took Thelma's hand and then went inside.

Tom was the next to come out onto the patio followed by Santos with more coffee and breakfast for Tom. That man was magic. He knew when to appear and be carrying whatever it was that was required.

'Thank you Santos,' Tom said as his plate was placed before him. Tom waited until Santos had left before he placed a hand on mine.

'How are you this morning?' he asked.

'Fine,' I replied, 'in fact I feel great!'

'That's good, because after we?when you fell asleep, I got to thinking about this place. What we have seen. I think?'

'That they make porno films here,' I finished for him.

'How did you know?' he gasped through a mouthful of food, 'I only just realised this myself last night.'

'Debbie told me while we were?in the pool. She told me her story over breakfast,' as I waved my hand over the empty plates, 'and it's not a dissimilar story as to how we came to be here.' I then related to Tom what she had told me. He heard me out in silence while he finished eating his breakfast, and as if on cue, Santos came out with fresh coffee and cleared away the debris from the table.

'Well, what do you think?' asked Tom. I suddenly grinned.

'You sound just like Debbie now, but seriously Tom,' I said, placing my hand on his, 'your decision is my decision. But for what it's worth, I don't mind cutting college and staying here for a while.' Tom reached out and stroked my cheek.

'Chris. Dear Chris. Do you realise what might be asked of us? What we have together is special to us, but others will want to share. Do you know what I mean? They have all seen the drawings by Pancho and they'll want a piece of your ass, as they'll want to taste my cock. Are you prepared for that? Are you?' he demanded.

'Tom,' I said softly, 'if we did all that they ask, would you think less of me? Because if you did, then I would say no. But I trust you to do the right thing by both of us. I don't mind if you don't. But I do have one provisio,' I said laughing, 'and that is if you agree to someone fucking you, promise to let me be the first.'

He laughed and gave my hand a squeeze, 'That's a promise.' We both sat back smiling at each other, secure in our love and knowing that the answer was to be yes on all counts, and that we would be staying on here. By that token, I would also be the first to make love to Tom in our own physical way.

Again, the timing was impeccable, as though it had been scripted for one of their films. Pancho, Trevor and Richard came out onto the patio for their breakfast. Tom and I just had more coffee while they ate. I had to use the toilet after so much of that coffee, but they seemed to have waited till I got back. Santos had cleared away the empty plates and dishes, leaving another full pot of coffee behind. Richard then cleared his throat and began to speak to us.

'Well boys,' he started off with, 'it seems that little birds have been twittering, so I think you know what I am going to say and what we actually do here.' He leaned forward, putting his arms on the table, all serious now.

'What we have here, and I'm speaking on behalf of Pancho and Trevor, is a little film industry. As you have heard, or gathered, we make pornographic films. I will not demean your intelligence or try to make excuse for it. It is purely a business to make money. Everybody is here of their own free will and can leave at any time they wish.

Let me explain our roles. Pancho is the owner of the villa, but does not get involved with taking any parts in the films. We all stay here at no expense as it is paid for by the films. I make the films?no. That's not strictly true. It's the people here who make the films, I just record them on the celluloid. I occasionally do appear in some of the films. The direction is mostly mine, but as it is a joint effort, there are no strict set rules as to the story format, or whatever happens or goes on in these films. We all discuss our various roles and debate the story line. Nobody is under pressure whatsoever in what is, or not filmed. Everybody has the right to say what they will or will not do in front of the camera.' He paused to sip some coffee.

'Trevor here is our outside man. He, er?peddles our wares, and very successfully too I must say. We have a worldwide distribution service set up, and, I must say, make a lot of money in the process.' More coffee was drunk before he continued.

'When the revenue comes in from a finished film, it is equally divided amongst the then current residents of the villa. In other words, if, when we ask you, which we will, and you say yes to our proposition, you would receive benefits from a film that you have not participated in, and likewise, if and when you decide to leave, you relinquish whatever film is currently being produced or sold.

Now at the present, there are nine persons residing here, except yourselves. Santos and Maria do not take any part in the filming whatsoever, but cater to us at all times, so therefore are considered to be part of the company. So each receives one ninth of the revenue of the film being marketed at this moment. The last film sold grossed two hundred thousand dollars. Work it out for yourselves. Each person is given a certified bankers draft for their share paid into whatever bank they choose.

We make about twelve films a year, and that really is money. As with everybody before we ask them, a consensus is taken by us and the others if the person or persons being asked are acceptable to them. I'm pleased to say that we were unanimous in that we would all be delighted if you would like to join our company and be a part of the team in making these films. The choice boys, is yours.'

Richard sat back as Pancho smiled and Trevor nodded his approval. Richard leaned forward again.

'On a pure personal and professional motivation, I must say Tom and Chris, that what you have got between your legs would be a big asset. You could both become quite famous, but as we have said, the decision is yours.' He leaned back again.

Tom looked at me, and put his hand on mine. This was a show that he was putting on for them to show that we were a pair, and I was proud of this gesture of his.

'Chris and I have already talked about this, in fact, just before you all came out for breakfast. Can I just clarify that we are both included in this deal?' Richard nodded, so Tom continued, 'and if one of us does not want to do a particular thing, it can be changed?'

'Of course,' Richard said, 'and we do have rules for ourselves too. No drugs whatsoever. No animals. You know, bestiality. No children and definitely no snuff movies. Have I made myself clear on this?'

'Perfectly,' said Tom, 'then on behalf of Chris and myself, we accept your offer to join the group.'

'You hear that girls,' Pancho called over his shoulder. We heard the squeals from inside the villa as the girls came rushing out and crowded round Tom and myself, kissing us and offering their congratulations. Santos as usual was there, popping champagne corks and Maria was behind him with the glasses. It was the first time we had seen her. A small dumpy woman with a bright smile in her weathered face. Tom, the gallant, stood up as he took his glass from her and thanked her for the delightful meals that he had eaten since our arrival, and hoped that he would eat many more, if his stomach didn't give out first. This brought a laugh and a cheer from everybody and they toasted Maria. She blushed, or so it seemed because it was difficult to tell with her natural colouring. She quickly scuttled back into the villa leaving Santos to finish serving the drinks.

Then the girls were all over Richard asking for parts in the film that would obviously have Tom in a big part. Heloise came and sat on my lap and said that she would rather be with me. I was grateful for the perception she showed in not leaving me out of the attentions being shown to Richard and Tom. They, the other girls, all vying to be the first to be filmed playing with Tom's cock.

The drinks were flowing and it was not yet ten o'clock in the morning. The sun was shining and it was a beautiful day.

Trevor stood and banged on some glasses to get everybody's attention.

'Right. Let's calm down now please. Let's have some quiet. Debbie! Leave it alone. There's lots of time and you'll get more than enough of it, believe me.' Everybody laughed as Debbie took her hand out of Tom's shorts. 'What I want to say first is that I, that is, all of us welcome Chris and Tom into our little family. Second is that we all now sit down and run over the script for our first film with these two in it that we talked over last night.' He took a swig of his champagne as everyone settled down around the table.

'Well there were two scripts that we threw about last night, and this is just a rough synopsis of the one we chose. There are only four people involved, two men and two girls. The girls will be seen as lesbians, but not 100% who run a motel. One of the men is a police officer and the other a prisoner. He went on to tell us the outline of the plot, and fifteen minutes later sat down with a great exhalation of breath taking a big gulp of his drink and emptying the glass before wiping his sweating face.

Everyone clapped and started asking at once, who was to be in the film, though it was understood that the two men would be Tom and myself.

Trevor leaned over and whispered into Richard's ear, who nodded and whispered in turn to Pancho, who also nodded his agreement, then Richard stood again.

'Trevor has suggested, and both Pancho and myself agree that Chris should play the officer, and Heloise the girl opposite him.'

Heloise squealed in my lap and turned and kissed me, her wiggling making me start to rise. She grinned as she felt me moving beneath her.

'And Tom,' Richard continued, 'will play the prisoner. For the part of the other girl?' he paused and looked at the expectant faces of the other girls there. Thelma, Claire and Debbie. He looked at each in turn and they gave back imploring looks, each face saying, pick me, pick me.

'Now you other two girls mustn't be disappointed. You will be in the second film, but the one for Tom's debut will be Debbie.'

Squeals of delight from her this time, and sad smiles of disappointment from the other two, but they gave their congratulations anyway. A cork popped and more champagne was poured out and the toasts flowed back and forth.

A buffet lunch was brought out with a variety of chilled wines. Nobody had left the table since breakfast (apart from the girls hiding when the question was asked), and now it was lunch time. The food soon disappeared and the wines just as quick.

This must have happened before, because somebody behind the scenes, obviously Santos, had laid out mats, you know the type used in judo to break the falls, these had been placed around inside the gym. There were also stacks of towels around the edges and between cushions. These I saw as Heloise led me into the gym and sat us down on some cushions and started to kiss me, pulling my towel away at the same time.

She quickly stripped off and we pressed our naked bodies together as we kissed. I saw Tom come in with Thelma, and Claire had Trevor in tow. I didn't see Richard and Debbie enter, but they were somewhere in the gym. We were all seated, or lying down around the edges of the mats, kissing and fondling each other, leaving the middle clear.

It was Claire and Trevor that rolled into the centre of the floor first. Trevor was between her thighs, licking her as she lay flat on her back with her legs wide open. Thelma pulled Tom into the middle and she went and squatted above Claire's face and with Tom kneeling down, took his erection into her mouth as Claire licked at her. Heloise pulled me into the fray as she, on her knees started to suck on one of Claire's nipples, her pert bum in the air, her wet vulva there before me, inviting me. This I accepted and moved in between her legs and pushed my erection up into her.

As I fucked away at Heloise, I saw Debbie move over to Tom as he kneeled there being sucked, and bent down and pushed a tit into his face for him to suck on. Richard had put on a condom and with cream on the end, went behind Trevor and pushed himself inside and holding onto his hips, butt fucked him.

It was an orgy. Everybody was nearly drunk, but that didn't stop the men from getting erections or the women wanting more from either sex. Soon I was kissing nipples, cunt and the passing cock. It wasn't long before I felt my arse being fingered with cold cream, and this slim long prick being pushed into my rear. I had my face buried into Claire at the time, licking her juices and nibbling at her clit. The cock that slid into me so easily made me know that it wasn't Tom behind me, and I could see Richard out of the corner of my eye when I came up for breath. So Trevor had finally got his way and was fucking me, but I didn't care. I was enjoying myself as was everybody else. Fucking and being fucked.

Then Claire turned round and came under me and started to suck my tool as Trevor held my hips as he pumped away at me. I saw Tom holding Debbie's hips as he rode her as she was bent down to see to Claire. A throbbing erection was waved in front of my face that was being pushed forward for me to take into my mouth. It had to be Richard's which I took in and sucked on.

A fleeting thought that ran through my mind, was that if Richard was here, nobody was filming this, as it would have made for a good orgy scene. I found out later that there were five cameras in the gym and the whole thing was filmed anyway. Many bits of this activity were used in later productions.

How long we were in the gym I don't know, but it was a glorious afternoon and most of the evening. Trays of food had somehow appeared around the walls which took the place of dinner that night. What time we broke up, I don't know, because the next thing I remember is waking up in bed with Tom.

He stirred as I got up and looking out of the glass doors, I could see that the dawn wasn't far off. I went into the bathroom to clean my teeth and do some other functions. He was awake when I got back into bed, so I gave him a cuddle and a kiss as I settled down next to him. He put his arm under my head and held me close as he kissed me. The rasp of his unshaven chin excited me as we kissed and I could feel myself rising, and he felt it too as I pressed against him.

'Tom,' I said, running my hand up and down his chest, 'that was some bacchanalia last night. How often do you think they have those things?'

'I don't know,' he replied, 'why, didn't you enjoy it?'

'Well,' I answered slowly, 'I suppose I did.' I hid my face in his neck. 'But Trevor got at me during it. I didn't intend it, but I was seeing to Claire and he caught me unawares. He fucked me Tom,' and I started to cry.

'Hush hush,' Tom soothed as he stroked my hair, 'your turn will come to have him, Richard too I noticed. He swings both ways as well.'

'I'm glad that they didn't get to you Tom.' I lifted up my head and looked at him. 'Do you remember what we talked about yesterday? If we were going to stay here, and?and we would probably both have to do it, and I could be first?'

'Yes, that's right,' he replied.

'Well,' I said feeling myself blush, 'can?can I do it to you now? Be the first I mean. I wouldn't be able to bear it if you let one of the others have you before me.'

He squeezed me tightly and my erection throbbed heavily against his thigh. 'Get a condom and the cream,' he said. I sat up, smiling now, and swung across him, feeling his erection brush against mine. I went into the bathroom and came back with the two items and a couple of towels.

Tom watched me as I rolled the sheath onto myself before he rolled over and went onto his knees, presenting his rear to me. I put some cream around his arsehole and some on the head of my cock and got onto the bed between his legs.

With one hand on his hip, I guided myself to his hole and pushed in. I could feel his muscle fight me at first, but then he relaxed and the head of my cock slid inside him. It was a terrific sensation sliding up inside the man I loved, feeling the tightness of his ass. He gave a grunt as I fully filled him and started to fuck him. I stroked his broad back as I pushed in and out, feeling on top of the world as I fucked my lover. It wasn't long before I came, surging, filling the condom with my semen as I pushed my thighs tight up to his bum, grinding hard against him as I forced out the last of my coming.

I put my hand down underneath him and felt that he was as hard as a rock, and would now want his turn. So I pulled out and using some of the towels, cleaned us both up. I then threw myself on top of him, kissing him as I thanked him for letting me be the first. I could feel his erection pulsing between us, as I shyly said that it was his turn now.

I let him get off the bed, his big black cock swinging from side to side as he did so as he went and got a condom from the bathroom. I had put two pillows in the middle of the bed and I lay on my back with my bum on these pillows.

'Make love to me like a woman Tom, like this.' I opened my legs wide and he moved in between them. He put some cream on my hole and on the head of his cook, and then lifted my legs high and wide so that they were almost on his shoulders. I felt the head of his cock press against me, so I managed to relax enough for him to push inside. It seemed easy for him to slide in but awkward for me as my stomach was bent upwards. It was great to see his face as he pushed into me, watching his expression as his cock filled me. With his balls touching my legs and him fully inside, he lifted his head and smiled at me. Then with his arms rigid down by my sides, he began to move in and out of me.

It was a lovely feeling, him moving in and out so smoothly, yet pushing my inside about in a way that caused me great excitement as he fucked away at me. I thought I was out of sperm myself, but I was wrong. I became fully erect again as he kept moving in and out, because as he pushed forward, spurts of semen shot out of my penis to splatter my chest. He started to move faster and then came himself in shuddering jerks before he came to a panting stop. My legs slipped down his arms and he tucked them under his arms as he shifted his stance between my legs, his cock rubbing me even more excitedly as he moved.

We couldn't kiss or even make any other parts of our bodies meet because of the angles we were at. He smiled at me and I loved that smile as he made his tool twitch inside me. But he had to move and when he finally roused himself to withdraw, my sphincter muscle tried to hold him there. It failed and I gave out a whimper as he left an emptiness behind. We cleaned each other up and then lay down together again, me doing most of the kissing.

'When did you know that you preferred sex this way?' Tom asked me as we lay there, exhausted after that fabulous sex session we'd just had. We had kissed and sucked each other, culminating with Tom giving me this glorious fucking. His hot tool had seared my insides as he had shafted me. Feeling sore but gratified, I was lying in his arms when he asked me that question. Fulfilled and satisfied, I thought back and told him of my childhood.

'I suppose it began when I was twelve. I used to go swimming in a pond at the end of a meadow just outside of town with Darren, a friend of mine. It was isolated, so we were able to skinny dip. Then we would lay out on the bank in the grass and let the sun dry us off. Nakedness was natural to us at that age. We would lay out there in the sun and talk about everything.

Also as boys do, we experimented with sex, you know, We would talk about girls and jerk off, and then take turns in jerking each other off. Eventually it came round to serious talk about girls as Darren had just started going out with a girl friend. He was two years older than I was, and when he boasted that he'd been able to have sex with her, I believed him. I asked him 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 a girl.

Well show me, I asked him. So with me playing the part of the girl, he showed me. First he stroked my hair, commenting at how fine it was and that it must have been spun from some secret silken hair machine before he gently kissed me.

Remember that we are laying naked in the sun by the pond. Slowly he worked his body across mine till he was on top and gave me a deep, long sensuous kiss. As he did so, I got a hard on and he laughed and said that was exactly what had happened to him at the time. He'd also gotten a hard on, so we mutually jerked each other off at that. We practiced this kiss daily and the result was the same. I got a hard on with his body on mine and the deep kissing.

All this swimming and kissing took place during the summer, and then he told me that she had actually sucked on his cock and that it was the greatest thing that had happened to him so far. How was that, I asked him? Well if I show you, you'll have to do the same to me he said, it's only fair. So I agreed.

This time I was playing his role and rolled on top of him and kissed him as he had kissed me before, both of us getting an erection as we quite often seemed to get when we played these games. He pushed me onto my back and slowly kissed me, moving down as he did so. He then took my cock into his mouth and jerked me off till I came, shooting it deep into his throat.

With a big grin on his face, he came up and kissed me and then it was my turn. Down I went and took the head of his cock in my mouth and jerked him off. I jerked and sucked till he came, and I swallowed it and licked him clean as he had done to me.

We did this all summer as well as progressing to fucking each other, and I loved it. I loved to take his erection in my hand and suck on that hot throbbing piece of flesh, and also, even better, was when I would roll over and kneel so that he could push his prick up into me. To feel that flesh moving inside me was just heaven. The heat of it was enough to make me erect as it moved in and out of me. I seemed to glow inside and the power went down into my own cock. Then I would come as he held my hips tight as his pelvis ground up against my bum as he shot his load too.

For two years we did this to each other, and I was devastated when he went away to college. I did it later with a teacher from school, but it wasn't the same. He was married and very scared that we would get caught, or that I would peach on him. So it didn't last very long, and I felt very lost when he rejected me.

I took to punishing myself by really throwing myself into the school sports, and did surprisingly well. I became swimming champion and only just missed out on some of the field events. This brought girls into my arms, but it wasn't the same. Yes I fucked them, but I wasn't getting the satisfaction that I really needed if you know what I mean.

Then I came to the college and moved into your room and saw there and then that you were the man for me. Well, you know the rest. What about you?'

I raised my head from his chest and looked at him, and he gave me a kiss and a smile, so I settled back down.

'About me?' he asked.

'Yes,' I said, cuddling up closer to him, 'I've told you my start, now tell me yours.'

'It's not pretty,' he said sombrely.

'Kiss and tell,' I said, giving his nipple a kiss and a suck.

'As I said, it's not pretty. But first I should say that really I'm bi-sexual. I like sex with women as well as men, but I suppose I prefer the male sex because it can be two way. I say it's not pretty because,' he paused for a long time before continuing, 'because I was involved with a murder.'

I gave a delightful shudder and hugged him closer.

'I didn't do it,' he was quick to add, 'it was my brother, but I was the cause of it.' He paused again for quite some time, and then with a deep intake of breath, continued. 'I was fourteen at the time I was gang raped.' My breath came out as a whistle and then held it, not wanting to stop this story of his.

'These boys caught me in the woods. I wasn't as big as I am now, so it didn't take them long to catch me, wrestle me to the ground, tie me up and drape me over a fallen tree trunk. They pulled my trousers down and took it in turns to fuck me up the arse. As they did this, they called me all the filthy racial names under the sun that they could think of.

It was dark when my brother found me. He'd been out some hours looking for me when I hadn't got home. He cut me free and carried me home where he washed and cleaned me up. I told him who they were, but he never said a word. A week later, one of these three boys was found dead in the woods. He was only identifiable by an old scar on his leg, his face being unrecognisable. He'd also been sexually abused, his anus being torn and severely bruised.

When I heard the news, I knew who had killed him, and my brother admitted it to me when I asked him. My rape hadn't been reported, so there was no connections to us, except by way of the other two boys, and they weren't likely to speak out. I was with my brother when he caught the second one. I must say that my brother is four years older than I am, and he was a lot bigger in all respects.' Tom gave a chuckle and gave his cock a wiggle with his hand to convey his meaning. 'My brother caught him, as I said, and tied him, as they had tied me, over a tree trunk. He cut off his pants so that his backside was bare. Now you can have him the same way, he said to me. But I hung back, unsure. Don't be a pussy, my brother called out, be a man like this, and he got out his prick and brought it to an erection by stroking it against the boy's thin white arse. Then when it was erect, shoved it into him and savagely fucked him, calling him names at every stroke. The boy was crying as I had done, but I didn't feel any sympathy for him at all. It had excited me to watch my brother fuck him, and when he pulled out, I didn't hesitate, but whipped out my cock from my pants and stuck it up his arse.

What a kick it gave me. Here was one of the boy's who'd had fun fucking me, and now it was my turn, and I was enjoying it. I felt oh so powerful, holding him tight as I rammed myself into him again and again till I came.

Then to my horror, my brother pulled out his knife and cut the poor sod's bollocks off! We cut him free and with his clothes staunching the blood, bundled him into the truck, which I then drove like mad to the hospital. I gathered from what I could hear of the words being said in the back of the truck, my brother said that if he breathed a word about who had done this to him, he would finish up like the other one up in the woods. We dumped him at the hospital steps and drove off. His life was saved, but he stated that he couldn't identify his attackers.

The third boy was picked up in town. Brother caught him by the collar and stuffed him into the front of the truck before driving him off to a secluded spot. The guy literally shat himself when he knew who had got hold of him. Brother made him wash himself and the inside of the truck before he dragged him out to face me. His clothes had already been torn off of him so that he could wash and clean himself. Brother told him exactly what had happened to the other two and why. So either he did as he was told, or he would end up either castrated or dead.

He was in a blue funk as he stood there naked shivering more from fear than the night air. Then I was surprised when my brother told me to strip too. You didn't argue with brother, so I quickly undressed to be as naked as that other fella. Brother then told the boy to go down on his knees and suck on my black cock. The guy couldn't comply fast enough and was down on his knees in an instant with his mouth open. Well stick it in, my brother shouted at me. So I moved closer to the terrified boy before me and let him suck on my cock.

I was startled by the flash of the Polaroid, but not the boy. He was sucking away as though his life depended on it, and I think he had good reason to think that. My brother was taking pictures. Now turn round on your knees to be fucked, he was told. Obediently, he released my prick and turned round with his bare arse facing me. Well go on boy, my brother shouted, your turn now. So I got down between his legs, and with one hand guiding my tool, rammed it straight up him. He cried out, even though my prick was coated with his saliva, I kept ramming it into him, holding him tight as I could as I fucked him. All through this, my brother was taking pictures, and with a final heave and grind, I shot my load into the miserable bastard who had once raped me.

As I dressed, my brother threw his clothes into our truck, leaving him naked and with the promise that if he said one word, the photos of him would be circulated all over town.

From then on, my brother would often bring home some young guy from town and we would have a threesome of sex. I was surprised that even my brother would sometimes be the one in the middle. Mostly it was the other guy who would be there, but then I didn't mind that position either. Sometimes I would be there, either sucking my brother or being fucked by him. Then when he didn't go into town for a pick up, we would suck and fuck each other anyway.

But then again, we'd sometimes pick up some girls to take home. But I preferred it when there was only one. We got to fuck both holes at the same time, and if the truth be known, I would take the rear end because it was tighter. So there my dear Chris, is my sad story up until I went to college and met you.'

While he had been telling me his story, I had been gently massaging his cock, the hard muscle sheathed in the silky skin that moved beneath my hand, throbbing and pulsating, waiting for action. I then used my other hand to feel below and heft up his heavy balls, hopefully full of sperm waiting to be released. After slowly bouncing them in my hand, I let them go and with my free hand, groped for the pot of cream and taking a fingerful, smeared my anus. Still massaging his erection, I leaned up and whispered to him.

'Fuck me Tom. Now. Please!'

Then I rolled over and went onto my knees, legs apart, waiting for him. Tom heaved himself up and moved behind me. I could feel his knees move between my lower legs and his hand came up onto my hip. I then felt the head of his cock nudge and nuzzle against me as he used his free hand to guide himself up to the cream and push. I relaxed myself and then I had the heavenly feel of his erection sliding in to me till his thighs met my buttocks. He held me tight up against him for a few moments before he began his slow thrusting in and out of me.

What bliss at being shafted by the one you love. In and out, I felt every vein and muscle of his thick member as he fucked me. Holding me firm with his hands on my hips, he moved faster and faster as he pushed into me, striving to go further than he had before, he bore into me. My own prick was as hard as ever, bouncing in rhythm with his thrusting and my own orgasm building up with his, and I came as he held me tight to him, bucking hard as he shot his load deep inside me. I could see the dribbles of sperm hanging from the head of my penis as my head drooped and I let out a big sigh with the satisfaction of fulfilment that overcame me.

Dawn had now broken and it was a new day as we cleaned each other up and then kissed some more as I held him tight. We then talked of the future and of what we could expect from it. Here, we would earn more money in one year than we could expect to be able to command in the next five years. How long shall we stay here I asked of him? Let's give it a year at least. The food here is superb and if the films make money, well. They said they only make about twelve of them during the year, but I think they might try to increase that with us here, but that we'll find out later. So is it agreed we stay for a year? I nodded and hugged him.

With that decided, we then talked over the film that Richard had run through the day before. We were both quite excited and really looking forward to it. So with great expectations, we got out of bed, dressed in swim suits and had a quick swim before breakfast.

Pancho, who, apart from Santos and Maria, hadn't taken part in last night's frolics, had spent his time in doing some rough sketches as to how he saw the film as described by Richard. As it had been decided who was in the film, the four of us and Richard, after breakfast, sat down together and went into more detail about it.

Richard went through it scene by scene, using Pancho's drawings to illustrate what he wanted. Basic dialogue was discussed. Just the key words and phrases, the rest to be ad libbed as we went along, keeping it within the film's framework. Heloise and Debbie will help you, Richard said, as to how we go on while filming.

All the interior scenes would be filmed at the villa and the outside scenes should be completed in two days so Richard thought. Pancho knew of a place about forty miles away that would fit the bill for being the exterior of the motel, and the other props required were minimal. A motel sign that could be lighted, a police logo that was to be stuck to the side of a car. The police uniform would come from the props as well as the prisoner's clothes and that was it. The car crash would be simulated by fast camera techniques.

We had lunch as we talked, Trevor declined as he was off to check out the building that Pancho had talked of for the motel exterior location. Then we had the afternoon off for swimming and sunbathing. I think we had really landed in paradise as I swam leisurely up and down the pool and then stretched out in the sun. All I had to do was lift a hand and I could have a cold beer put in it. Or have a plate of snacks laid out before me if I so desired. I could turn my head and see lovely large breasts bob by in the water or close my eyes and see Tom's cock rise up ready for me. With that vision, I drifted off to sleep.

I could see that Chris was asleep, but I'm not sure what he was dreaming about, but it must have been good, for he had a massive erection inside his suit as he slept. I had swum a few lengths in the pool with Chris before he climbed out for a nap. Now Heloise and Debbie were talking to me about our forthcoming film debut, giving me advice. Running over the style of dialogue, keep it short and to the point and never, never look at the camera. Heloise had my prick out of my suit and was playing with it under the water which miffed Debbie, so I gave her nipple a nibble to show that I wasn't favouring one above the other. When Debbie's hand joined Heloise's to work on me, I really started to get hard.

'Look girls, I can only handle one at a time.' They both laughed and both gave me an extra squeeze.

'Oh yes you can,' Debbie said, 'can't he Heloise,' who giggled and nodded. 'Come with us and we'll show you how.' Debbie climbed out of the pool followed by Heloise as I put myself away as best I could before following them into the villa.

We went into the bedroom behind the lounge and Debbie immediately stripped off her wet bikini bottoms, and threw me a towel to dry off as she went to a drawer and rummaged around in it. Heloise, already naked from the pool, knelt down and pulled my suit down, letting my half erect cock unfold itself. I stepped out of the trunks as she took me into her mouth, bringing me up to a full erection. As Debbie came over, Heloise released me for Debbie to kneel down and take hold of my balls with one hand. With the other, she slipped a small rubber ring over them that suddenly contracted the skin just below my penis. It was a very tight fit and it wasn't really comfortable.

'That'll hold it for awhile,' she said as she led me to the bed where Heloise had already laid herself down, legs open showing her moist wet lips ready and waiting. Debbie held my cock as I got onto the bed between those open legs and guided my cock to that shiny slit.

She was wet and ready as I slipped my full length into her small body. She groaned as it went right in and squirmed as my tied up balls bounced against her arse. Her head was just below my chin as I covered her, her arms coming up under my arms to hold my back as I pushed in and out of her. She kept gasping every time I moved forward into her, her fingernails digging into my back each time. I felt Debbie's hand come between us and rub the small breasts beneath me. Heloise came twice as I fucked her. The pressure on my balls was intense, but I didn't come as the girls quickly changed over and Heloise then guided my still hard erection into Debbie. She also came twice to my pumping at her and I was really sweating by that time. My cock was like an iron bar with the blood held there by the pressure from my balls, and they were really beginning to ache.

I rolled off of Debbie and lay between them as they struggled to get the ring off my scrotum, finally getting it off and the feeling was of relief as the blood started to flow again. They then both held my erection as they licked it up and down, their hands moving the outer skin over the solid flesh beneath it. They took turns sucking on the head till I erupted, the sperm shooting up into the air and the girls banging heads as they both tried to catch it in their mouths. The pumping stream hit them both on the cheeks and chins and actually stuck an eye shut of Heloise.

They laughed and giggled as they got covered in it, licking it off each other as it still kept coming out and Debbie stopping the spray with her mouth, taking in the last jerks. Heloise pushed her away to take the final spasm while Debbie transferred her attention to licking my shaft further down. I just lay there gasping as they licked me clean, and when they finished, they cuddled up to me.

'That's how you can do it with two girls,' Debbie whispered into my ear.

'Well I don't really want to do that again, that's for sure,' I said rubbing my sac.

'I must admit it was a bit tight,' Heloise giggled.

'Well I'm for another swim,' Debbie said, getting off the bed and pulling on her still wet bikini bottoms, 'coming?' I got up and put on my wet suit and Heloise just grinned at us as she went out as naked as she had come in. I only did a few laps before climbing out to spend the rest of the afternoon dozing in the sunshine.

I heard somebody call out that it would soon be dinnertime, so I roused myself and went and woke up Chris. We went to our room where we showered together, kissing as well as fondling each other. I felt Chris wince when I had my arms round him and realised that he was really sunburnt on his back so I later put some cream on him before we got dressed.

The bar was animated about the film we were to do, and learnt that we would be starting it the next day. Trevor was telling Pancho that the location was perfect and that we could use the front of the house and that it only took fifty dollars to secure it. Pancho replied saying that the logo for the car was ready and the motel sign would be finished that evening.

'Chris, Tom,' Pancho called out, beckoning us over, so with drinks in hand, we joined them. 'After dinner, can you go with Trevor and run through our things in wardrobe. A police officer's uniform for you Chris, and I'm afraid it just some old shirt and pants for you Tom. Oh, also a second set for the final scenes. Tonight, instead of our usual film show, we will be shooting the inside bedroom scene of the two girls. You'll find it interesting and I hope you'll take notes watching Richard at work,' he chuckled, 'as well as the girls.'

Debbie and Heloise sat with Richard during dinner, going over Richard's plans. Thelma sat next to me, giving me tips and Claire was also doing the same for Chris.

With dinner finished, we followed Trevor around the villa to some sort of storehouse which was really one large room attached to the main house that contained many clothes and props. It didn't take long to kit Chris out as a police officer in a blue shirt, grey trousers, gun, belt and black shoes. For me it was even quicker. A large dirty shirt and a pair of trousers just as dirty, and one clean set.

We were soon back in the lounge where the others were watching the big screen of Richard at work directing Debbie and Heloise. I won't relate those scenes yet but put them in the context with the film. When Richard called a halt to the filming, we all went into the bar for a nightcap whilst Richard talked about what we would be doing in the morning. As it was now getting late, it was suggested that we all turn in. I think Chris was as tired as I was, because we both went into our own beds and it was the first night there that I didn't have sex with anyone and I slept like a log.

Most of us were up early for our morning swim and breakfast, and you could feel the tension in the air and everybody ate quickly so it was soon over. An old pick-up utility truck that had a generator fitted, was loaded with lights and equipment as well as the motel sign that had its own light. Chris changed into his uniform and I put on my first set of clothes, the dirty ones. A picnic hamper was brought out by Santos which indicated that we would be out all day.

Eventually, everything and everybody was ready, so we boarded the two cars and the pick-up. Even though Chris and I had only been at the villa for a few days, it seemed strange to be sitting in a car and driving along the highway. It felt as though we'd been at Pancho's place for months. We drove to the town we had last walked through and stopped just at the beginning of it at a small store.

Greetings were shouted to the owner who was obviously used to having them film there as the truck was unloaded. Richard set up his camera while Trevor rigged up a reflector screen and saw to the sound boom and Pancho got busy seeing that the police logo was stuck to the car. Richard then spoke to us to tell us exactly what he wanted us to do. In all, it took twenty minutes to set it all up and then about two hours to get the first scene done to his satisfaction. I was pleased the way it went and I think the others thought so too. Chris had only one line and it seemed to come out alright, I didn't have to speak.

Everything was repacked into the cars and off we went back along the highway again. We passed the turn off to the villa and kept on going till Trevor had the cars pulled over to the side of the road. Again the cars were unloaded, well partly. It was really just the camera and ancillaries that Trevor set up while Chris and I went up the road apiece to wait for our signal. It was fortunate that Chris had a licence and could drive a car. When the signal was given, we drove down past the camera. We did this four times with the camera being set up in a different position each time so as to get different background shots. Then it was all packed up in the vehicles again before moving off for the next location.

This was to be the motel, and it was about twenty miles further down the road. This was a weather beaten wooden house with a large dirt area in the front that was ideal as a parking lot. To the side of the house was a low building with several doors so that it could be mistaken for a motel. We pulled in and off to one side and a large table was unfolded out and the picnic basket produced. Trevor had gone to the house and had a few words with the occupants before coming back to join us.

As a picnic lunch, it was delightful. Light, yet filling with a nice cool wine to go with it, but soon it was back to work. The sign was erected and I realised that I had put on the wrong set of clothes, so I had to change into the clean set. The police logo was also changed over to the other car, and these scenes took two hours to do with me, Chris, Debbie and Heloise in them. Then Chris and Trevor and I went off for an hour to do some car interior shots. First Trevor in the back with me as he filmed Chris driving, and then he was in the front filming me in the back seat. I had to change back into my dirty clothes for this. Then we covered the windows with a darkened plastic film to do some more so that it appeared as though it was night-time.

It was late in afternoon when we got back to the others. The sign was down and everything packed up and Richard called it a day as the next scenes were to be night time shots. We returned to the villa and had time for a swim before dinner.

It was a lively meal and everybody who had been out on the road were very animated in their conversations, especially Chris and myself. We couldn't talk enough about our first day of filming and even carried it on when we were in bed later.

'Listen up folks,' Pancho said after getting everyone's attention by tapping on his glass. 'As Richard is going to work on today's film tomorrow morning, the night scenes won't start till late afternoon. So I suggest that those involved sleep late, because it will be a late finish, so enjoy yourselves tonight.'

I'd never seen Chris be so talkative. The girls never got a look in as he spent the whole evening talking to me. He was now definitely coming out of his shell, and I was getting more and more attracted to him, seeing his face so flushed with pleasure. Now I had never considered myself to be gay as I liked to fuck women as well, but then I realised that I wanted to go to bed with Chris more than anyone else in the world at that moment.

Eventually, we said our goodnights and rebuffing approaches from both men and women, we went to our room. We got undressed and without any self conscious thoughts, got into the same bed together. Lying in each other's arms, he kept on talking about our day till I shut him up by kissing him. It didn't take long to rouse him and feel his erection pressing up against my thigh. This time, because I could now feel myself falling in love with this guy, slid down the bed and took him into my mouth and started to lick and suck him.

'No Tom, no,' he cried as he pulled at my ears very hard to make me let go and come back up from the covers. 'Together tonight. Let's do it together.' He threw off the covering sheet and turned round in the bed so that we were head to tail. I felt his hand take hold of me as his erection wavered before my eyes. So we lay upside down, sucking on each other, slowly, using the tongue to probe inside the foreskins. Teeth to nibble up and down the shaft and the mouth to take in the head as we both came at the same time, sending out our sperm into each other, swallowing and sucking as we mouth fucked. We then cuddled and kissed again till we at last fell asleep.

We had a late breakfast and swam in the pool and sunbathed till lunchtime, which was held back till mid afternoon. Then we dozed off again for the rest of the afternoon till we were called by Trevor. Off we went and got dressed for the evening's filming and then piled into the cars and set off for the motel location and that of the 'accident'. Pancho had done work on a clear sheet of plastic and it looked terrific. His drawings on it looked just like a windscreen that has been starred by an impact of some kind. When stuck over a perfectly good screen, you couldn't tell that it was a fake.

Richard had been doing some filming as we travelled along the road until we reached the place he had designated for the 'accident'. A large bowl of water was placed under the bonnet and dry ice dropped in to produce a vapour so that it appeared as though the radiator had been ruptured.

With camera and lights set up, it was time for Chris and myself to do our parts. When Richard was satisfied, we went on to the exterior shots outside the motel. After four hours, we were finished and made our way back to the villa for dinner. Like the previous evening, the meal was a happy one and everybody was pleased with what had been filmed.

Now I've deliberately kept away from the girls sex scenes, ours with them and the story of the film, because I want to tell it as it was scripted in the third person.

The film opens on an empty highway and pans round to an office at the edge of town. The door opens and Tom shuffles out, his hands in cuffs in front of him and gets a push in the back by the police officer, Chris, right behind him. Tom stumbles down the steps and stops by the rear door of the police car.

'Get in,' Chris says, opening the door for Tom who gets in the back. Then Chris goes round to the driver's side and after giving a wave back to the office, gets in and drives off onto the highway. The camera is in the rear looking at Chris driving who occasionally looks into his rear view mirror at the prisoner in the back. Quick flash at the speedometer showing a steady sixty miles an hour and of the clock telling us that it was just after four o'clock, then shots of the passing countryside.

Then comes some long shots of the car travelling along the highway and going off into the distance. Interior shot again to the clock to see that it is well past seven o'clock and the light is fading.

Outside panning shot of the motel and it moves towards the main door before changing to the interior. Debbie is standing at a desk looking down at some papers as Heloise goes past her with a vase of flowers.

'I think it's going to be a quiet night,' she says as she passes.

'Maybe, but you never know,' Debbie replies.

Back to the car travelling towards the setting sun and night swiftly falling. Motel outside lights come on. Inside the car again to see the odd car headlight approach and go past and then to see that the clock is showing nearly nine o'clock.

Inside a bedroom in the motel, Debbie is in the shower, her figure clearly outlined against the glass. Heloise walks into the bedroom and sits down on the end of the bed.

'I don't think we're going to get any guests tonight. It's just gone nine and I've had enough for today,' she said slipping her shoes off before standing up and unzipping her skirt. As she steps out of it, the shower door opens and Debbie, turning off the water turns round. Naked and full frontal, dripping wet, steps out and picks up a towel and starts to dry herself. Heloise hangs up her skirt and pulls off her blouse and folds it over the back of a chair as Debbie stretches out on the bed and opens her legs. Debbie smiles as does Heloise, who wearing just a bra and panties, moves to the bed and puts her head down between those open thighs. There are various close ups of her tongue stroking up and around the prominent clit of Debbie, the tongue also going in and out of the vagina. Smiles of pleasure on Debbie's face as Heloise fingers her as well as using her tongue.

'Shall we use the big one tonight,' gasps Debbie. Camera then is looking down over Debbie's big breasts to see Heloise's head come up, her mouth wet and a gleam in her eye as she nods.

They get off the bed and Debbie goes to the dresser and opens a drawer. There are quite an assortment of dildos and restraints inside and she moves them about before picking up a big pink plastic penis with straps attached to it. The camera is also showing the mirror where you can see Heloise taking off her bra and panties before lying down on the bed. Then you see the back of Debbie as she straps on the false penis, passing the straps between her legs before fixing the clip at the back. Then she swings round for you to see her large breasts swing as well as this huge dildo sticking out in front of her.

It has a jaunty bounce to it as she moves over to and climbs on the bed, and the camera moves in closer to see this fake erection slowly disappear up into Heloise. The camera roves around their bodies as Debbie moves in and out of Heloise, her big breasts swaying between them and sometimes brushing the small taut breast below her. Heloise shouts and wriggles as she is brought to a climax and fondles the breasts above her.

Back to the car as it's driving through the night, when suddenly, something hurtles across the road. Chris takes avoiding action, swerving all over the place, flashes of bushes and trees in the swinging headlights.

The girls hear the noise of a crash and Debbie kneels upright, the dildo still inside Heloise.

'What the hell was that!' she exclaimed, her breasts still heaving and trembling. 'It sounded like a car crash. Come on, we'd better go and see.' The camera goes in close to watch the withdrawal and the wide open vagina of Heloise as it slowly starts to close, her juices running down her inner thigh. The big penis jumps and sways about as Debbie scrambles off the bed fumbling at the straps. She gets it off and pushes it into the drawer of the dresser. Heloise has put on a white fluffy bath robe and hands another to Debbie.

The car is off the road up against a tree, steam issuing out from under the hood. The windscreen is starred and the rear passenger door is open and Tom is just staggering alongside the car. His shirt is almost torn off and there is blood all over his face and chest. He moves to the driver's door where Chris can be seen slumped over the wheel, half leaning against the door. When Tom opens this door, Chris falls out into Tom's arms.

With his hands still cuffed, Tom drags him out a little way from the car before lowering him down to the ground and delving into his pockets for the keys to the cuffs. While he's bending over Chris, the camera pans back to show that they are just a few yards from the motel parking lot, intimating that another few seconds of driving would have brought them safely into that area.

Tom now has the keys and unlocks one cuff and lets the other swing on the other wrist as he pulls Chris up from the ground. As he swings him up and over his shoulder, he can just see the light from the motel's sign, so he staggers off towards it. Chris's head is lolling against Tom's back and his face is covered in blood.

The camera is low down behind Tom's legs as he walks across the empty space towards the motel, the light glinting off his swinging cuff and you see the door open and the two girls come out in their robes to meet him. The camera is now behind the girls as Tom comes into the light from the doorway, blood running down his face as he carries the unconscious Chris over his shoulder and the girls start to twitter around him, helping him inside the motel. We see him going in, being helped by the girls and led down a hall.

'Get some towels, antiseptic and lots of hot water. Quick!' says Debbie to Heloise who disappears off on her errand. Debbie leads Tom into a bedroom where he lays Chris down onto the bed. Only then does he stagger and moves towards and falls down into a chair. Debbie sees the cuff on his wrist.

'You're hurt also,' she said moving over to him and pushing his hair off his forehead to reveal a bleeding cut. 'Why didn't you escape while you had the chance?' she asked.

'He's done nothing to me. He was hurt. I couldn't leave him there,' Tom said, wincing as he tried to move in his chair.

Heloise came into the room with a steaming bowl and a tray balancing on top with various bottles on it and some towels over her arm. Debbie pulled Tom to his feet and put his arm over her shoulder.

'You see to that one and I'll take this one into the other room and see to him,' Debbie said over her shoulder as she eased him out of the room. Heloise quickly sponges the face of Chris and then, with difficulty, strips his shirt off and sponges down his chest. Then she unbuckles his belt and pulls his trousers down and off to see that he wasn't wearing any underpants. (We didn't see the socks and shoes come off.) His penis is flaccid as we see his whole naked body lying there on the bed. She then starts to wash his genitals, using lots of hand movements on it. Of course it starts to rise until she has brought him to a full erection as he starts to regain consciousness. A close up of her hand moving up and down on his prick and then we see his face as he gives a wan smile.

'Don't stop,' he whispers, 'it's heaven.'

Encouraged, she smiles at him and bends down and takes him into her mouth. Close ups of her giving him head, lots of them. His face shows his pleasure as she gets up and shucks off her robe and holding his cock erect, straddles him and slowly sinks down onto his erection, taking him fully inside her. Obvious close ups as she does so.

Into the other room and Debbie is pulling off what is left of Tom's shirt and also pulls down his trousers and helps him to stand in the shower. It is only a back view we get of Tom as she holds him up in the spray and she soaps his back from neck to ankles. She is getting wet so she pulls off her robe, throwing it to one side. Debbie then gets into the shower with him and turns him round so that she can wash his front. You can see her soapy hands working down from his head to his lower parts but her body is obscuring his organ though you can see a lot of her breasts.

He leans back against the shower wall and groans as you can see from her arm movements that she is washing his private parts. She also is giving out little groans and mews as she handles him and goes onto her knees and obviously takes him into her mouth. His big black hands hold her head as it moves back and forth on him, but then he pulls her up from him. The water had now rinsed the soap off him and she turns to lead him from the shower.

You now see Tom, half turned in the shower, his dark body gleaming in contrast to the white tiles and this accentuates his huge erection sticking out in front of him. (Gasps from the others as we see this clip for the first time. It looked really massive the way that Richard had filmed this shot.) He is still for a moment before he moves out of the shower, his penis swaying about as he moves, being led towards the bed.

Debbie is rubbing him down with a towel as they move and then helps him to lie down on his back on the bed. His erection flops onto his stomach and the tip of the head is well above the navel to really show just how big he is. She then kneels by the bed, her big tits resting on the edge as she takes Tom's erection in both hands, well down so that a third hand would be needed to completely enclose it. You're looking at the tip of the pink head jutting out from the tight black foreskin as a pearly drop of fluid appears out of the eye. Her face beyond it comes into focus and her eyes are shining and the tip of her tongue peeps out from her full lips.

The camera closes in on that shining drop shimmering in the lights as her tongue comes into view and licks it off. Then her mouth opens wide and she takes as much of his cock in as she can. Her cheeks swell and go red as she sucks on him, moving her hands up and down on his shaft as she does so. As though copying Heloise, she rises up, her breasts heaving as she straddles him and sinks down on his erection. Camera again giving close ups of his dark thick shaft disappearing into the soft pink folds of her wet vagina. The camera looks down his body to see Debbie with her head thrown back, her breasts bouncing in time with her hips moving up and down on his big cock.

The screen splits into two, showing both girls shafting the men underneath them and both are frontal views. Then the pictures start to change in different sequences of close ups of cocks moving in and out, facial expressions, rear views before being mixed up of the girls bouncing up and down.

Debbie collapsed first across Tom's body and then you see Heloise fall the same across the body of Chris. The screen then reverts back to the single scene of Debbie getting off of Tom and taking his wet erection back into her mouth as she moves her body round for him to lift his head to suck upon her vagina. Her breasts are swinging back and forth across his thighs before she releases him from her mouth to work him up to his ejaculation. This shoots up into the air to spatter her face and breasts, (two cameras had been used for this action), and we see the same being done by Chris and Heloise. Then they were back to licking the oozing sperm from the heads of their respective cocks.

Daylight is filtering in through the blinds as Heloise gets up off the bed and leaves the bedroom. She appears in the bedroom where Tom and Debbie are lying naked, asleep. Heloise who is also naked, gently shakes Debbie awake, and with her finger up against her lips for silence, indicates the door and Debbie nods her understanding. Her breasts also seemed to nod as she gently got off the bed and let Heloise take her place while she went in to lie down with Chris.

They started with Heloise gently stroking Tom's penis and we watch it grow to its full length and then she holds it erect, making it look enormous in her small hand. Tom is now awake and he rolls her over onto her back and she gladly opens her legs. The camera moves in from behind and watches as Tom slowly starts to push himself into her and begin his slow thrusts, his cock glistening from her juices as it slides in and out as he fucks her.

Meanwhile, Debbie now leans over and takes the limp penis of Chris into her mouth and starts to suck on it, the camera watching as it starts to emerge from her mouth as it grows in size. She then puts it between her breasts and rubs him with a smile on her face.

'Let's do this the other way,' she says to Chris rolling over onto her back, her hands pushing up her breasts invitingly. Chris then rises up and straddles her stomach and leaning forward, puts his hands on the headboard of the bed as he nestles his erection in between her big tits.

Her breasts completely surround his erect cock with just the head showing as he starts getting a tit roll, her head is tilted to watch the emerging head as it is pushed up between her breasts.

'Come on baby, hit the target,' she urges him, opening her mouth wide, making him move faster. 'That's it baby, come to mama.'

His sperm starts to shoot out and the first load hits her cheek, the second her lips, her tongue licking at it as the third shot hit her mouth, running down her chin. She laughs as he finally came over her face, her tongue flickering all around her mouth. She suddenly releases him to slide lower down and take him into her mouth to suck out the last of his coming.

The screen goes into a four picture montage, two of Tom and Heloise and two of Debbie and Chris, all at different angles. Then it changes to Heloise's sweating writhing head as she screams in her climax, Tom's head as he groans, his neck cords tight. Chris also groans as his body shakes and Debbie gives out gurgles around a mouthful of his cock.

Into the kitchen now. It's full daylight and Heloise, still naked, is at the stove and Debbie, also naked, is pouring out coffee as Tom walks in. His semi erect penis is swinging as he moves to the table and it actually lands on the table before it slips off as he sits down. Heloise puts down a plate in front of Chris and he caresses a small breast as she does so. Tom gives one of Debbie's nipples a kiss as she puts a plate before him and we see as he lifts his hand to eat that he is still wearing the handcuff attached to one wrist. As he is eating, Chris asks if he could have use of a phone and Heloise brings it over to the table. He dials and when it's answered, he asks for a car to pick them up and arrange for a truck to collect the wrecked one.

'We'd better find you some clothes,' Debbie said as they finished eating, and the two men got up and followed her down the hall, her bum swinging nicely as the camera follows close behind before switching to the men's cocks moving in the same rhythm in the walk down the hall. In one of the bedrooms, she opened a wardrobe and pulled out several shirts and trousers and threw them on the bed.

'You'll probably find something that fits,' she said as she sidled up to Tom as he was putting on a shirt and took hold of his prick, 'and I know just where this fits,' hefting it in her hand. Still holding it, she turned to Chris, 'What was he arrested for officer?'

'Rape,' said Chris as he pulled on his trousers and buckling on his gun belt.

'Well I liked it,' she said as she manipulated his cock in her hand, 'What was wrong with the girl?'

'Nothing,' said Chris, 'it was a man.'

'Oh,' she said, dropping his cock like a hot brick as Tom then pulled on some trousers. 'Oh!' A car horn sounded outside and Heloise flew into the room.

'They're here!' she said breathlessly grabbing a bathrobe and putting it on. Debbie put one on too as the four of them left the kitchen and went through the hall to the front door. Heloise gave Tom a kiss and Debbie kissed Chris, saying, 'Call in on your way back, lover.'

They opened the door and went outside and down the steps to the car, the girls staying in the doorway. Chris opened the rear door of the car and Tom paused, looked back at the girls and gave a little wave as he got into the car. Chris also waved as he too climbed in after him. The car pulled away from the motel trailing a plume of dust as it drove across the lot and out onto the highway.

The title of the film is "Crash Motel". Not very original I must admit, but then neither Chris or I were in a position to argue. I'll jump forward a bit to just to say that it was nearly five months before we got any money from that film which netted us three thousand dollars each. We'd also received a cheque of two thousand dollars a month after we had arrived from a film that was filmed and produced before we'd even got there. Can't be bad from a couple of days work that involved fucking a couple of women in the process.

When Richard had finished with "Crash Motel" and it was in the can as they say, we all sat in the lounge and watched the whole film as it would go out to the public. We'd seen rushes of course, but they were just disjointed bits of film that didn't make sense to us, but it allowed Richard to do retakes if necessary. We clapped and cheered at the end of the final showing and all went into the bar for a celebratory drink. Debbie took my arm and I saw Heloise link hers with Chris. Santos, with a big smile on his face, quickly served us all with champagne and we then waited, knowing that Pancho wanted to say a few words.

'Congratulations first to Richard for a very good piece of work,' he said raising his glass, and there were 'hear hears' from all of us. 'Then to Debbie and Heloise for, once again, two very fine performances.' More hear, hears, 'Then to Tom and Chris. This was their first time in front of the cameras,' he then chuckled at the witticism he was about to produce, 'and that they stood up well to what the script demanded.' We all laughed but he held up his hand to say more. 'I think I can say for all of us, that they both acquitted themselves admirably and we are all very, very glad that they have joined our company.'

I saw Chris blush as they cheered and drank to us as well as to themselves and the film. Debbie hugged and gave me a wet kiss as well as giving my cock a gentle squeeze as Heloise kissed Chris. The other girls were kissing Richard and even Trevor managed to get some kisses into the bargain while Pancho stood there beaming at everyone. As the drinks flowed, Pancho went round having words with everybody and then he sat down next to me.

'Well my boy, what did you think of your first film?' he asked, patting my knee.

'Very good,' I replied, 'As good as any I've ever seen, though I must admit that I haven't seen very many.'

'You were magnificent! That cock of yours is going to make you a lot of money. See if I'm not right!'

'You too,' I smiled in reply. He laughed uproariously.

'That too crossed my mind. Let's make more films and more money together.' It was getting late and Chris had come over and he put his hand on my shoulder.

'I'm going to bed now Tom. I've told the girls no, saying that I was too tired.' His hand gave me a gentle squeeze and I got the message. So easing Debbie off my lap, I told her that I was also going to bed, on my own. She gave me a pout but kissed me goodnight and one for Chris too. So saying goodnight to Pancho and a general goodnight to all the others at the bar, Chris and I went off to our room. The door was hardly shut before Chris was in my arms kissing me.

'You were wonderful in the film. I was so proud of you.' I kissed him back. 'And so were you,' I answered him. We broke apart and got undressed and we both again got into the same bed. We were in each other's arms, kissing and getting mutual erections.

'I was jealous of both of them as I watched you. Do you think that we'll be able to make a film with us two together?' he whispered in my ear. 'I can just see it! Our two bodies together as we are now, and then you making love to me. Oh Tom I do love you. Come do it now. Make love to me, please!' I nodded and Chris let me go and I got out of bed. 'Wait!' he cried, and as I turned, he slipped out of bed and went onto his knees on the floor. His cool hand took hold of me and placed me into his mouth. His tongue worked its way under my foreskin and moved right round the head of my cock as he sucked. My hands held his head steady as I felt the pleasure of his tongue sending shivers down my legs. I had to stop him before he went too far, and pushed his head off my flaming flesh and went and got a condom and some cream.

Chris was back on the bed, two pillows beneath his hips and he smiled up at me as I got between his open legs. Those legs went up onto my forearms as I pulled his hips towards me and I slipped into him, loving the tightness that surrounded my cock as I filled him. With his legs high up now on my shoulders, we moved in unison and both gave out groans at the pleasure we were both getting from our movements. Then when I saw that his erection that was bouncing about on his stomach start to spurt out with his come, that was when I came, pumping hard into his arse. His eyes were shining because he could feel that I was coming and that my cock head gave that little bit extra feeling to his insides.

With us cleaned up, we lay and kissed again and he vowed that he would love me forever. Chris was an easy person to love and please.

'Shall we ask Pancho tomorrow to make a film of us, of our love?' he asked of me.

'I think we should leave it for the time being. He knows we are together and he will take his time, but he'll ask, eventually. Also, now don't take this the wrong way Chris, but we've got to circulate. You know, spend some time with the girls, shush now and let me finish. If we are to stay here and make films and money, we can't afford to upset or alienate them or we might get kicked out. Do you see what I'm getting at don't you?' Chris held me tighter in his arms but nodded his understanding.

Tom was right as always. I couldn't monopolise him while we were here, but I did love the feel of his big prick sliding up inside me, giving me more pleasure than I'd ever known before. I was disgruntled at his words, but lying there in his arms, having felt his strength and depth of his love I was forced to agree to what he had said that quoting John Donne, no man is an island. So I held him tight, my head against his chest, I fell asleep listening to the sound of his beating heart.

The sun was just coming up when I awoke. I watched the dust motes dance about in these early rays of sunlight that was filtering through the curtains for a few minutes before I got up out of bed. I took care that I didn't disturb Tom as I did so. Going to the curtains and drawing them back to let the full sunlight invade the room. I eased open the sliding glass door and I stretched myself, legs apart and arms wide open to feel the sun and gentle breeze caress my body. I felt so wonderful that I wanted to sing and shout and dance. I did a little spin there in the doorway before I ran out onto the patio and dived into the pool.

I had dived in towards the deep end and came up near the edge and as I reached out, had the shock of feeling soft flesh instead of the hard cold tiles. I shook the water from my eyes and looked into the laughing eyes of Debbie.

'I thought you might be out early again,' she smiled as she steadied me so that I could tread water. 'So I came out early too. I don't have to ask the same question that I asked last time,' she giggled with a smile, 'I could see quite clearly that you don't.' She was referring to the lack of a swim suit. 'Do you always dance first thing in the morning?' A sly grin on her face. I blushed and could only stammer out an answer. 'No. It's?it's just that I felt so?happy,' and my voice faltered away at sounding so girlish. She came up close to me, her breasts brushing against my chest as she gave me a kiss on the lips. 'If you're happy, then so am I. It's going to be another wonderful day,' she declared looking up to the clear cloudless blue skies, 'and when I'm happy, I want everybody else to be happy too. But I think that this water is still too cold,' she laughed, having taking hold of my limp dick beneath the surface.

'This should warm you up then,' came the voice of Santos as he placed a full carafe of coffee on the table. 'That water does look cold so I do recommend that you have some of this coffee.' He gave us both a big smile before he left the patio.

'Thank you Santos,' Debbie called out, 'he's right. It's too cold in here,' she said giving my limp dick a squeeze, 'let's save it for later,' as she swam to the side and swung herself up onto the side, pausing for a fraction of a second for balance before her knees went up and she was on the tiles. Just in that fraction of time, I saw her breasts swing and sparkle with water droplets and her small bush spraying little streams of water down her legs. She quickly donned a big bathrobe and gave a shiver before turning back to me. 'I didn't think it was that cold,' she said, rubbing herself vigorously. 'Come on out before you freeze.' I didn't need telling twice as I had goose bumps all over me already. She held out her hand and helped pull me out of the water. 'It's still big enough in spite of the cold. Here.' She helped me into another robe and started to rub my crotch as I wrapped it round myself.

'Leave my star alone,' said Pancho as he came out onto the patio, 'you can do it later in front of a camera.' She gave a giggle and went and gave him a kiss. Then we sat down and had some of that hot coffee that was most welcome. 'Pity you went to bed so early,' he said to me. 'We ran the film again and enjoyed it better the second time. I have a feeling that it is going to sell well, so I think we should think of making some kind of sequel. But we have other films to make first.'

'With Chris and Tom?' Debbie cried.

'Of course,' he laughed, 'they're just what we needed. Two rampant cocks to strut amongst you beautiful chicks.'

'Good morning everybody,' said Claire being followed out by Richard and Santos, who gave a little cough and said that breakfast was ready to be served. I looked across the pool and saw Tom looking out of the glass doors of our room. I gave him a wave and mimed eating, which he saw and waved back before disappearing back into the room.

Breakfast was inside this morning, so we all trooped in and were soon joined by Tom, in a bathrobe as well. Then Thelma and Trevor breezed in in the wake of Tom. It was a buffet style breakfast with everything under covers on a hot plate and we helped ourselves. I ate like a horse the food was that good. Santos was told by Pancho when we'd finished breakfast to keep the coffee coming out by the pool.

We went out and sat round the large table on the patio and waited because it was obvious that Pancho had something to say to us, so we waited.

'Well now that we've all had such a wonderful breakfast, let's get down to business. Trevor and I, along with Richard, think we should increase our output of films due to the er, to the attributes that Tom and Chris have brought, or should I say, carry with them.' Some laughter at that. 'So we will be going over some of the scenarios that we have and see what will suit our purpose. Trevor?'

'Well we have got over twenty scripts, but we've narrowed it down to three for consideration at this time. We're putting off the "Swimming Instructors" till we get Richard's underwater camera, which I think we must push harder for with Tom and Chris with us now. Also put back into third will be the "Slave Market" because Pancho needs time to sketch in the backdrops.'

'That's where we come in,' Claire whispered to me, 'we have to double up as painters.'

'Painters?' I queried.

'Yes. Pancho does the outline and indicates what colours and we have to fill them in. Like painting by numbers.'

'Now we also need a little time,' continued Trevor, 'but not much, just a lot of sewing for you girls. That will be for the black capes for "The Coven". So we are going to start tomorrow on the one called "Au Pair" which needs the minimum of props and clothes.' There was a general murmur from the girls, but I could hear what they were saying so I looked over at Tom and grinned.

Pancho tapped on his cup with a spoon and Santos was soon at his side. 'We'll have some cold drinks please, the sun is getting quite warm.' I'd already shucked off the top half of my robe as Tom had done. Debbie remarked that she too was getting hot and dropped hers also, revealing those lovely breasts. Santos brought out the cold drinks and even Thelma and Claire took off their tops so we had a bevy of beauties round the table, the only person missing was Heloise.

'We've added to the original script we had so that you'll all have a part to play,' Trevor said, sipping at his beer before continuing, 'the title role, for obvious reasons will be Heloise. But don't fret girls,' holding up his hand to ward off any possible cries of dismay, 'I have said that you all get into the action. Now the parents of the non-existing child will be Thelma and myself.'

'But I have you many times,' wailed Thelma, 'I want to taste Chris there.' I blushed at the directness of her.

'You will my dear, you will in the film.'

'Oh goodie, and Heloise?'

'That we'll see in the script,' he laughed. 'Chris will be the boyfriend of our daughter,' he gave a sideways glance at Thelma as he said this, and hurried on, 'who will be Debbie.'

'I suppose I'm to be Thelma's sister,' Claire said somewhat dryly.

'Ah, er yes as a matter of fact.'

'It figgers that I would be cast as the old maid.' This created a few laughs.

'Tom will be the electrician. This gives us a chance for some farce.' He then gave us a rundown of the story and each one's part which finished off the morning, and then we had lunch served out on the patio after which it was the sun loungers for the afternoon.

It was nice to drowse in the sun and listen to with half an ear to the laughter of the girls in the water. I couldn't stay too long out in the direct sunlight because my body was still prone to burn before tanning me. So after a quick swim to cool off, I dried myself and wandered into the lounge and in the semi darkness, stretched out on one of the settee's.

'There you are,' came a soft voice after I'd been there a little while, and I opened my eyes and saw Thelma looking down at me. 'I'd wondered where you'd got to, hiding?' I hadn't realised that she could drop her voice so low, and it was quite sexy the way she had spoken and she moved round and knelt down beside me.

'No, it's just that it's cooler in here,' I replied, her hand coming up and resting on my chest.

'My you are hot,' she said, gently feeling down my chest, her hand going across the towel at my middle and onto my upper leg. 'You're hot here too.' Then the hand slowly moved up and under the towel, but guessing that this was going to happen, my cock had already started to rise. Her fingers touched first and then her hand curled round my rising manhood. The thought of me calling it my manhood made me chuckle. Since I'd been here with Tom, and this was when it really came to me at this point, that I had now come to think of myself as Tom's wife. To be held, loved and fucked and be taken care of. I now realised that I was more a woman than I was a man, and what Thelma now held was just an appendage that I could use as a man. But at least it could still give pleasure to women and give me pleasure to use it as well.

Holding me firm with one hand, she pulled away the towel with the other before cupping and slowly bouncing my balls. With slow hand movements, she watched the foreskin move to reveal the head of my cock, then hide it before showing it again. The head started to glisten as it slowly began to be glazed with my love juices that had started to emanate.

She gave out a little groan from the back of her throat and lowered her head and took me into her mouth. She was hot and made my cock feel cool by comparison and her tongue went round in circles under my foreskin, but seemed like a corkscrew, but softer if you know what I mean. I came in a burst of rainbow colours, well that is what I saw under my closed eyelids. With every spurt, a rocket went up to burst in a cascade and that is what I imagined to be happening to my sperm inside her throat. She took each and every surge without losing the metronymic movement of her head upon mine. She sucked until I was clean and only then did she lift up her head and reverently lay my still erect cock on my stomach.

'That tasted even better than Tom's,' she smiled, licking her lips again and that gave my cock an extra twitch. She covered me back up with the towel and stroked my forehead with a hand that surprised me because of its softness.

'Sleep sweet my prince,' she quoted in that soft voice again. I closed my eyes and with a pleasant smile on my face, fell asleep.

I came awake with a start, that sudden jump that leaves you trembling, and you quickly throw your eyes wildly about because you've just been on a sunlit beach and now you are in sudden darkness before your brain remembers to tell you where you actually are. My heart was pounding at that sudden awakening and wondered what triggered me off. I raised myself up and looked over the top of the settee and could see that the outside light was fading. I got up and reeled my way across the lounge, fixing the towels round my waist and went out onto the patio just as everybody was just rising up from the table.

'Well here's sleepy head,' Debbie exclaimed, 'where were you? You've missed some of the script readings.'

'Leave him alone,' interrupted Thelma, 'he's had a busy afternoon,' she smirked.

'Don't you mind them,' Claire said soothingly as she paused beside me, her hand lightly resting on my arm. 'I'll bring you up to date later.' Her eyes had a slightly mocking smile to them.

'Come on Chris. Shower, dress and drinks before dinner.' It was Tom. Dependable Tom, and I gave him a grateful smile and went with him to do as he said.

We met back up with the others in the bar, clean and freshly clad and ready for dinner. Claire collared me the moment I stepped into the bar with a drink in one hand for me and a copy of the script for "Au Pair". She led me to a corner table where her drink was and sat down close to me and started to go through the script. She paid particular attention to the scenes that would involve the two of us. She was not an unattractive woman having what I define as a homely face, one that you can see, but its quality, its honesty, its charm, you didn't notice till later. But still it was that face that when you caught a fleetingly glance, you looked back to make sure that your eyes hadn't deceived you. I caught her enthusiasm and foolishly agreed to rehearse with her after dinner, I say foolish as you will see why later.

Dinner was superb as Claire and I were quartered as it were, with Richard and Heloise at this sitting. Richard, throughout the meal describing how he was going to shoot the scenes, and I was quite glad when the meal was over to get away from him. I got drinks for Claire and myself at the bar and we studied the script more closely.

Our first meeting in the film is when we are introduced, nothing worthy of note there, because we are with the others and all of us are clothed. Our next meeting is where she catches me alone and seduces me. She purred that we should go to her room and rehearse our moves, so with a brave swagger, I went and got refills and followed her from the bar and along to her room.

We entered her room that was similar to mine except that it one large bed instead of singles. I sat down on it and Claire said that as it was a warm night, she would change into something more comfortable, this was as written in the script.

She came back wearing a thin strapped full length gown of some wispy material and sat down next to me. She brushed her hand over my forehead, pushing the hair back and then turned my chin to face her. She kissed me, leaning into me so that I was forced to bend back onto the bed. Then her fingers started to undo the buttons on my shirt and pulled it open to show my chest, one of her shoulder straps slipping off at the same time. So when she leant forward again to kiss my chest, one breast fell out for me to see. My automatic reaction was to cup this tit and massage it with my fingers. She kissed on down to my stomach and then undid my belt and pulled down the zipper. Moving off the bed, she grasped the tops of my jeans and pulled then down to my knees, my erection bouncing out like a jack in the box. Her other strap came down with this action and the other tit came out into view, the gown then falling down to her waist. Claire licked her lips as she leaned over my legs, holding my erection upright as she looked at it before starting to move her hand up and down on the shaft.

The foreskin was then pulled right back so that the glistening purple red head of my cock was exposed before she placed her mouth over it and sucked on me. Then it was exposed again for her to lick the whole cock with slow sweeps of her tongue, across the tip and round the base before engulfing me again. When she lifted her head up, she then let her breasts swing across the head, knocking it from side to side.

Letting go of me, she got off the bed and pulled my jeans completely off and pushed her gown down over her hips to let it settle on the floor. She posed for a moment for me to see her naked body before getting back onto the bed. She then straddled my chest and shuffled forward on her knees till she was over my chin before lowering herself down. Her wide open sex came to my mouth and I tongued her before lifting my head to suck her. Her hands were actively stroking her breasts as I alternated between tongue and mouth between the lips of her vulva.

Claire gave out a groan and stopped and moved back down my body till I felt her pubic hairs scratch my exposed head. This she held it upright and slowly inserted it into herself and poised for a moment with just the head inside before giving out a big sigh and then sank down, the shaft disappearing as if into a well oiled cylinder. She leaned forward as she rested on my thighs and brought my hands up to her breasts as she started to ride me, her arse going up and down as her tits gyrated in my hands.

She uttered a small scream as she orgasmed, grinding herself hard down onto me before carrying on her ride. I lasted a few minutes more before I groaned that I was about to come, and she was off me like a shot and swivelled round to hold my cock upright and pumped on it. She had her mouth open several inches above it as I spurted out directly into it. Only when the stream slowed did she lower her mouth to the side of my cock so that it dribbled from one to the other. Then she swallowed it all and commenced to suck and lick me dry. I stayed in her bed that night and got to fuck her properly before the morning.

I could guess what went on that afternoon. I heard Thelma ask where Chris was, and then she disappeared for quite some time, so I assumed she had found him. I played ball in the pool with the other girls and Trevor, so it was two against three. That was okay until they ganged up and went for me first, getting my suit off in the tussle before they tackled Trevor. We then went for them and managed to de-suit them in short order, then it became more of a groping game instead of catching the ball. I mean the big coloured bouncing thing because my balls were caught several times. We gave up when the scores were level because how can you jump up for a ball when yours are being firmly held by a mouth that has teeth clamped around them.

Time was getting on in the afternoon, so those of us that had been naked in the pool stayed that way as we sat round the table and listened to Richard run through the film while being served drinks by Santos.

The basic story line, Richard related, was that the film opens up with Trevor and Thelma in a lounge, talking and mentioning the au pair, Heloise, who enters. Dialogue about the child etc. Then we get the entry of daughter and boyfriend, Debbie and Chris. Shortly afterwards, sister of Thelma comes into the room, Claire, and they are all there when the lights fuse. Much gropings in the dark, though these can be seen on the film.

Some candles are lit and one person phones for an electrician, who appears after a few goings on, such as in a store cupboard where Trevor gets Claire and with trousers down and dress off, they fuck standing up. Heloise pulls Chris to the back of the sofa and fucks him. Thelma has to wander about trying to find anybody.

Enter Tom who is taken down to the basement by Thelma, and by torchlight, pulls him out and sucks on his cock. Eventually some of the lights come on, catching some of the others unawares before everyone scampers back to the lounge in various states of undress. Tom has another session with Thelma before they realise that not all the lights are working. As Tom goes round the house checking the wiring, he is pursued by all the females in order and gets to fuck and play with all of them. (What a stud! I couldn't have done all this in one visit, but what the fuck, it's a film.) All this fucking between the girls and the men carry on till the very end when the lighting is fully restored. Trevor finishes up wearing the clothes of Chris and vice versa, the same goes for Thelma and Claire, and Tom is found to be plugging away at Heloise. Lots of sex in full colour and close ups and Tom having the last line as he half dresses to flee, saying that it has been nice to have been of service to them.

To jump ahead as before, this film eventually netted us just short of twelve thousand dollars each, but back to the present. Chris eventually emerged from the lounge and we went to our room where we shaved and showered, putting on clean clothes as supplied by the management, and went to dinner. Chris finished up down the other end of the table and I was with Heloise and Debbie apart from the other odd males.

Lovely spread again, and Maria is definitely worth her weight in gold, and as to Pancho's wine cellar, well! We slowly made our way to the bar after that feast for post dinner drinks, both women following me still, and we relaxed to let our dinner go down.

That wasn't long, because Richard called from the archway that led into the lounge, 'Show time.' So we roused ourselves and went and resettled in front of the screen. I hadn't seen Chris since we sat down to dinner, so it was with some misgivings that I watched the screen light up. I was right, because Chris appeared sitting on a bed just as Claire disappeared out of sight. Well Chris has told you what happened, but we saw more than he did. Her sucking on his erection and the finale where, with close up shots of the head of his cock erupting its sperm into Claire's mouth was a great piece of positioning and filming.

While this was going on, I was pushed back onto the settee and Heloise pulled out my erection from my trousers, and in spite of her small mouth, took my length in quite a way. She played with it, sucking, teething, tonguing and licking, in spite of the thrill she was giving me, I could only hold out for about five minutes before shooting out my load. It caught her unawares and half of the eruption caught the side of her face, sticking to her hair and cheek. Her mouth was on me for the next burst and she swallowed that and what followed.

She had just finished when Thelma whispered in her ear and this made Heloise give a pout as she gave up her place for Thelma. My still erect cock was gently stroked and then put gently away inside my trousers which made me sit up in wonderment as to what was to come next. I'm not sure what was going through my mind at the point, but I didn't have to wait long to find out what was afoot, for Richard came and sat down next to me.

'As I handle the camera during the films, I never get into the action at all, and, er, I wondered if you would let me join you and Thelma tonight?' Two men on one girl suited me alright, so I said yes, if she was willing. He then continued, 'Yes, Thelma's okay with that, but, er, there's something else. We know you and Chris are, er, you both, er, you know what I mean. Well, I want to fuck Thelma while, er, while you, er, fuck me.'

That thought hadn't crossed my mind! But, I thought for a quick moment that it might not be bad at that, so I agreed. He smiled and thanked me and nodded across to Thelma. She smiled in return and took my hand and I rose up from the settee and followed her with Richard bringing up the rear.

We went into a bedroom that I hadn't been in before and Thelma gave me a kiss and told me to get undressed and lay on the bed. So while I undressed, she kissed Richard and then started to take her own clothes off and was soon lying down beside me. She started to kiss me as Richard took his clothes off before joining us on the other side of Thelma. She whispered to me that Richard would like to taste what all the girls had already tasted, and while he was sucking on me, she could suck on his piece.

Thelma moved over and sat and watched as Richard, with his short stubby erection get down between my legs. I watched as he almost drooled as he took hold of my prick and held it erect for a moment before he took it into his mouth and started to tongue it. Thelma then rolled over onto her back and shucked backwards till she was under Richard and then took him into her mouth. She was too far away for me to finger her, so I just watched as Richard's head went up and down on my tool, and he was bloody good at it. He eventually pulled himself free from Thelma and released me and crawled up the bed and gave me a kiss.

'That is a cock to be proud of,' he said, 'and it tastes good.' Thelma wormed her way up also. 'My turn now,' she said as she lay back and opened her legs. Richard was quick to obey and moved so that he was between her legs and I expected him to go straight in, but he went down on her instead. So there I was left with just her tits to play with and the skin around her nipples were red from my sucking before she told me to put a condom on.

I got off the bed to find a condom and cream whilst Richard pulled away from Thelma and helped her rearranged the pillows at the side of the bed. I found a condom and put it on as Thelma stretched out and over the pillows to bring her fanny up in the air as Richard entered her, bending over as he did so. Then he paused and waited till I was behind him, creamed and ready.

Thelma's legs were up in the air over Richard's hips as I moved in and pushed myself up into Richard. He gave a gasp and involuntary moved forward making Thelma give out a grunt as we became a threesome. Then with Thelma's heels kicking my arms, I fucked away at Richard, my thrusting doing his job for him with Thelma. He was as tight as any arse I've fucked and I really enjoyed hearing the moans and groans from both bodies below me as I pumped away. I let them know when I was coming, holding his hips tighter as my rhythm increased and Thelma started to shout out 'Yes, yes, yes!' Richard grunted and I could feel the sweat breaking out on his body as I reached my peak. I ground myself up hard against him, pushing him hard against Thelma as I jerked away as I came. He squealed as I came as did Thelma when Richard came into her. She told me later that she'd never orgasmed twice before with Richard.

He fell down onto her, my sheathed cock slipping out of him as he did so, though I did still hold onto his hips for a few short sharp intakes of breath. I left those two still coupled as I went into the bathroom to dispose of the condom and wipe myself, but had disentangled themselves when I returned and were both wearing happy smiles for me as they lay there together. I begged off any more as I was really tired now and they reluctantly let me go, so I got dressed and left them to finish off the night together.

Chris was in bed when I got to our room though he was still awake and he let me have a shower before he opened the covers of his bed for to climb in with him. He didn't ask me where I'd been as I went into his arms and I think he was just content that I was there to hold him as we fell asleep.

After my script session with Claire, I found that the bar was deserted, so I got myself a drink and took it along to my room. I didn't expect Tom to be there, so I wasn't really that disappointed when I found the room was empty, but I had hoped that he would have been there. I had a shower and finished my drink in bed. It was only about twenty minutes later that Tom came in. He went for a shower and I let him come into bed with me, and he held me in his arms till he fell asleep. I could tell when he'd gone to sleep because his arms relaxed and it was easy for me to move. I carefully sat up and pulled the covering off our bodies so that I could look at him, at peace and fully relaxed.

He really is a magnificent specimen of a man. His colour was much darker now with his exposure to the sun and seemed to enhance his beauty. His skin positively glowed with health and his chin was strong as were his shoulders. These showed the muscles that he'd developed with his swimming and had also increased his chest which was rhythmically rising and falling with his breathing. His stomach was flat and his waist slim but then his hips swelled out to his massive sturdy thighs that went down to his strong legs and calves. But it was his penis that drew my eyes, limp across one thigh, but still big in its comatose state. I couldn't help myself from gently touching it, stroking it and watch it thicken and grow against his leg. He smiled in his sleep and muttered something that I didn't catch, but his cock got hard and the smile stayed on his face. I wanted to take him into my mouth but held myself back and contented myself by covering us up again, but I went asleep holding it in my hand.

It was nice to be woken by a kiss from Tom, and more special was that he whispered that he loved me. I didn't show any sign that I'd heard him, but my heart swelled as well as my cock. We showered together, kissing and fondling each other as we washed but refrained from going too far as we had a busy day of fucking ahead of us.

It took seven days of filming for that film before Richard was satisfied with what we had done and it was a relaxed company that dined that night. Both Tom and I begged off after dinner drinks and went to bed. There we had a glorious night.

After sucking upon each other's erections, Tom finally got around to fucking me and I nearly swooned as he entered me after nearly two weeks absence of his cock inside me. It was like a friend coming home as he filled and reamed me, and then we kissed and cuddled afterwards, vowing to love each other for many years to come.

We made many films over the next four years and because of Tom being the main star, they all sold well and we netted over two million dollars each in that time. So much for taking a hitch hiking holiday eh?

I must say that the best film we made started off like this. Two boys were walking along a dusty highway just having left a small town. An "Overlander" four wheel drive car stopped just past them. A big woman got out of the car and asked, 'Are you going far?'

'As far as you can take us,' said Tom.