The Return of My Sweet Hitchhiker (part 2 - seeing the future)

It was almost noon when Rick and I finally took a break.

The sheets on my bed were twisted and damp with perspiration and we were both sore, and sweaty and sated.

“Damn”, he said reaching for a cigarette, “You sure know how to show a fellow a good time”.

“Nothing but the best for poor college students”, I said laying flat next to him on my back.

I watched as blue smoke rose into the air making ghost images in the brilliant September sunshine that flowed through my bedroom window.

“Hungry”? I asked.

“Famished”, he replied.

I leapt from the bed and grabbed a pair of jeans from my closet and sauntered on into the bathroom to clean up. “Do you want to go out for a bite?” I yelled from the hallway.

“Could we order in?” He shot back, his voice flat and frank, always, like a punch line to some joke that only he knew he was telling.

“Sure”, I hollered back, as I turned on the sink and began giving my self a sponge bath.

An hour later, two pizzas arrived and we were camped out on the floor in the living room enjoying greasy faux Italian and a bottle of good red wine that Rick had brought. We talked world politics while we ate, both bemoaning that fact that Reagan’s America would pretty much become Bush’s America shortly. And then he asked me about Chris.

“Say whatever happened to your friend in Denver?”

“He got married”, I sighed. “He has a wife now and is living the American Dream.”

“Just like that?” He asked incredulously, “He went from being gay to straight?”

“It’s a long story”, I said pouring some more wine.

“I’m not going anywhere”, he said making himself comfortable … and so as my sweet young hitchhiker reclined on my living room floor, I told him the whole story…

“Damn”, he said when I was through, “That’s really, well I don’t know what to say. It’s kind of like since he could not have you, he cut off his nose to spite his face.”

“Something like that”, I said hoping to change the subject.

Rick saw the look on my face and moved closer to me, “Hey, he said, I’m sorry; I don’t want to dredge up bad memories…”

I turned and faced him, staring into those green eyes and that boyish, somewhat impish face and said, “No sweat.”, and then we kissed long and it was sweet and perfect; a Saturday kind of kiss full of sunshine and promise.

“Would you mind if I spent the weekend here? He whispered...

I smiled and said, “Rick, nothing would make me happier.” We kissed again and then I tousled his already unkempt hair and said, “Come on, reds, help me clean up this mess.”

After we cleaned up the living room and tossed the pizza boxes away, Rick took a shower while I poured myself another cup of coffee and pondered how we’d spend the next few days … more sex was a given, but what would we do to fill in the hours between orgasms.

He emerged from the shower looking crisp in a red t shirt and tight jeans. I wanted to eat him alive, he looked so cute.


So we spent the balance of the day running errands, walking a local flea market, going back to his hotel to check out and pick up his things, and finally to the video store where we picked up a John Cusak film.

Driving back to my apartment, the night had turned cooler. Rick smiled over at me from the passenger seat and his face seemed so familiar, like it was always supposed to be where it was, smiling at me.

“So, it’s cool if I stay the weekend? I have to be at Philadelphia Airport on Monday morning, I’ll leave the rent a car at Hertz and …”

“Of course”, I interrupted, “Rick, you can stay the rest of your life if you’d like”.

“Careful what you wish for”, he snorted.

Back at my place, we made our selves comfortable in the living room. Once more, he leaned back into the crook of my arm and we watched the video I rented and shared a couple more joints.

An hour into the movie and I was feeling very relaxed and began to nod off. Rick poked me in the side and said, “Hey man, your missing this Oscar contender”. I smiled goofily and shrugged my shoulders and then instinctively pulled him close and began kissing him.

Rick moaned his approval and moved his right hand under my shirt and began to rub my chest. We maneuvered on the over sized couch until we were long ways, Rick on top of me, his hips grinding against me; I let my hands come up and slowly worked back to his denim encased butt and massaged it, pushing him towards me. He moaned again and I think I did likewise.

We continued dry humping each other for some time, kissing each other exploring and playing, the pot magnifying the sensation of pent up lust.

He sat up for a second and took his shirt off, tossing it across the room and then began to tear at my shirt. Once I was shirtless, Rick went at my torso, licking and kissing my stomach and then slowly, maddeningly, making his way up until he reached my chest and then started sucking on my nipples, his tongue darting and stabbing at my rock hard tits. Every time he bit at them, I felt white hot explosions of pleasure shoot through my whole being. I’m sure I began groaning and Rick saw that it was good and so he kept it up.

Feeling playful I grasped him by his hair and guided him to my arm pit and he lapped at the sweat hungrily like a parched animal, “You taste good”, he said between laps, and so I lifted my other arm and put him to work on my left arm pit.

When he kissed me again, I tasted my own perspiration as well as his saliva. I reached down and began to undo his pants until I freed his cock which was soaked with pre-cum. I rubbed some of it off and put a finger in his mouth so that he could taste his own slime. He licked it up and winked at me as he adjusted him self so that he could get his pants off.

Sitting astride my chest lit only by the glow of the television he looked like some kind of renegade spirit, and angel with a dirty face ….

I reached up and began to play with his tits and he gasped and threw his head back and said, “Harder, pinch ‘em! Oh god, yes!”

I did as he asked and saw that his cock continued leaking juice all over my still buttoned jeans.

“Undo my pants, man”, I directed him.

With much finesse, he got my 501’s undone and released my own raging member. Spitting on his hand, he reached down and began milking me with gusto. I thought I was going to shoot it felt so good. And then he slipped a hand under my ass and began to finger my butt while he jerked me and I was off to the races.

“Ah, you dirty mother fucker”, I growled.

And then, he lowered his head and began licking at my ass. Every time his hot tongue punched up against my hole I gasped. I grabbed his head and held him down there while he licked me raw, my body wracked with spasms of pleasure.

Pulling him up, I lifted him up off the sofa in a bear hug and brought him down on the floor, propping him up against the sofa and attacked his dick, giving him a blow job that I hoped would send him back to the Rocky Mountain state smiling. I deep throated him and began to lightly tug at his nuts while doing so. Rick began to push at my face, his hand pressing at the back of my head until I took every inch of him, and even though I was gagging, I would not stop, I wanted my sweet hitchhiker to remember this moment.

He came in my mouth and it was unexpected and unannounced. One second he was bucking like an electrified pony and the next thing I knew he was shooting his seed down my throat.

“FUCK!” he yelled, as he threw his head back.

I got up and kissed him and let him taste his come again, and then I threw him down on the floor and threw his legs up over my shoulders, produced a condom that was lying in the drawer of the coffee table, and threw a fuck into him. He grimaced at first and then I saw that smile on his face as I fucked him and leaned foreword and kept kissing him while I made love to him. His asshole was so tight and it seemed to lock around my cock like his mouth, and I wanted to go deeper, I wanted to merge with him, to become one, and at that moment, when Rick said my name out loud, I shot my load and leaned down and we kissed as I came, one long, hard passionate kiss, a kiss unlike any I’d ever had in my life, a kiss that was magnified by the tsunami like climax I was having, a kiss that told me that Rick, my sweet hitchhiker, was something more than a fuck buddy, something more than a recreational pal in the carnal circus of life … that kiss made my heart open up and burst with love for this young man…

Like before, I was still hard after I came and this time, Rick said it. “Stay inside of me, I need you so bad.” I looked and saw tears in his eyes, and I leaned down, and kissed him gently this time, and whispered his name to him and his face looked up at me and I felt that I’d suddenly seen something I’d never seen before, in my life, I felt that I was staring into my future…

Our future…

TO BE CONTINUED…

The Return of My Sweet Hitchhiker (part 1)

I saw my sweet hitchhiker, Rick, again about two months after we spent that amazing night and morning at the Gold Rush Inn in Castle Rock, Colorado earlier that summer.

It was a beautiful September morning when my phone rang. I had been sitting in my kitchen drinking coffee and reading the New York Times when I took the call. His voice, as familiar as the rosy dawn outside my kitchen window was a pleasure to hear again.

“Hi tough guy”, he said in that flat, frank tone of his.

“Rick!” I exclaimed, almost overturning my cup of joe, “What’s up, man?”

“Do you really want to know?” He said, chuckling.

We had been talking for almost ten minutes when he sprung his surprise on me, “Listen, I’m in Cherry Hill New Jersey at the Inn for a Young Journalist’s convention and, well I don’t leave until Tuesday morning I was thinking…”

“Say no more”, I replied, “You’re only about fifteen minutes away”.

He had a rental car and so I gave him directions.


I opened my front door a half an hour later and there he was. That beautiful crop of somewhat disheveled reddish brown hair, those beautiful green eyes, he wore a plain white t-shirt and a pair of 501’s and a blindingly white pair of new white Puma’s on his rather large feet.

I ushered him in and gave him the grand tour of my apartment. Later on we updated each other on this and that over another cup of coffee and some of the best pot I’d smoked since 1979.

“Where did you get this stuff?” I asked feeling the top of my head going numb.

“This girl I know, she lives in a commune in the Flatiron Mountains with some guy who herd’s sheep for a living”.

For whatever reason, the image of Heidi and her pot growing goat-herder beau struck me as hysterical and I began to chortle, and soon we were both laughing. Tears streamed down our faces as we continued howling over the supplier of this righteous weed.

In spite of the coffee, but probably because of the dope, we were both pretty blitzed, so we repaired to the living room and I turned on the stereo. Rick immediately went to my CD and album collection and began looking through my library of music. He yanked out “See How We Are” by X and asked if we could listen.

On the sofa he lazed into the crook of my arm and we got comfortable as we let the music of X wash over us. I smelled the faint odor of soap and after shave on my new friend as I pulled him closer to me. He moaned and put his arms around my chest and said, “I missed you”, and then he laid his head on my chest and closed his eyes.

We remain like that for a few minutes in a state of pure bliss, two souls at peace with each other.

When the album ended I asked him if he wanted to go into the bedroom, he looked up at me with those beautiful eyes of his and feigned shock and said in a faux Southern accent, “Sir, do you think I can be had for a cup of coffee?”

I pushed him off me and gave his ass a quick hard slap and said, “Get in the bedroom, Blanche”

He was shirtless on my bed when I walked in, his tight jeans revealing a nicely accentuated bulge. I jumped on the bed and threw my arms around him and kissed him long and hard. Rick moaned again. I reached down and rubbed his crotch and he said my name.

Like lovers who have known each other a lifetime we touched and licked and pressed, each, somehow, knowing what the other wanted … I pulled at his tight jeans and undid the button fly and felt his cock spring forth like a jack in the box. Licking my lips I went down on him and savored his dick, letting my tongue massage and stimulate it. Rick groaned and kept saying my name as I sucked him off. I lifted his thighs and brought my hands to his ass cheeks which I massaged as I continued blowing him. I brought my fingers inward towards his asshole and when I finally touched his spot he yelled out and shot his load in my mouth.

After he came, he leaned up and kissed me on the mouth and whispered in my ear, “Please, fuck me”.

I gently turned him over and straddled his back while I pulled a condom out of the bedside table and sheathed my member. Once I was lubed up I slowly pushed into his alabaster ass which was more beautiful than I’d remembered, “God damn!” Rick groaned and then began to bite at the pillow.

His tight ass welcomed my throbbing cock and I soon found my rhythm and began to fuck him in earnest, every nerve in my body tingling with pleasure. After a few minutes Rick began to push his ass up at my cock which intensified the feeling, I wanted to fuck him forever.

The sex was getting intense, the way I liked it, I began to fuck him harder and he took it like a champ. When I slapped his ass, his head shot up and he cried out, “Yeah, that’s what I’ m talking about!”

We rolled about the bed some until finally he was hanging over the edge as I continued nailing his sweet little ass, he started coaxing me saying, “Come on man, give it to me”, and then, again he said my name, and I climaxed.

After I came, I remained on top of him, still hard and still in him. Rick was breathing heavily and we were both pretty sweaty and both worn out.

When I pulled out and removed the condom, Rick flipped over and began sucking on my still engorged member. I could not believe this, I’d just had a four star orgasm and yet I felt I was ready to go again as the red head slurped hungrily at me.

He went at it fast and furiously and I was shocked and pleased when I came again; this time in his mouth.

TO BE CONTINUED….