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….
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