Subject: REPOST by Pen Nomen:  THE HITCHHIKER  (m/m cons;
From: an497751@anon.penet.fi
Date: Thu,  1 Feb 1996 18:39:18 UTC

This is a repost of THE HITCHHIKER attempted in one part.  I'm finding that
multipart (more than 3 parts) stories often don't make it through penet to
the various news servers intact . . .often missing one, two or even three
parts.  (THE JOHNSON TWINS in six parts did make it, however.)  I've tried
reposting the ROOMMATES (7 parts) and DON'T ASK, DON'T TELL (eight parts,
although numbered 1/7, 2/7, . . .7/7 because there was a part 3A/7) several
times, but you know the old joke about the Phantom striking again!

This story has not been reposted since initial post more two weeks ago.

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                                                  THE HITCHHIKER
                                                              by
                                                     PEN NOMEN



                                                              -1-

	Michael had been driving for three hours in the rain, and it would
surely be another three at best before he arrived home.  He saw a 24 hour
truck stop at the upcoming exit from the interstate and veered off up the
ramp.  He could get some coffee and something to eat.  Maybe that would
help get rid of the highway hypnotism.  And he would call Sally and tell
her that he might not make it tonight.

	He made his telephone call and entered the men's room to urinate
and throw some cold water on his face before ordering food.  There was a
young guy - college kid he'd guess - washing up and taking a change of
clothes out of his knapsack.  Michael stepped to the floor mounted urinal
and relieved himself.  As he turned away, he noticed the young guy looking
at him.  Michael nodded in acknowledgement and received an answering nod.
He stepped to the lavatory and splashed his face, head and the back of his
neck with cold water and began to dry vigorously with the long strip of
paper towel he'd pulled from the dispenser.  As he finished, he looked in
the mirror above the lavatory and saw the young guy standing naked.  He was
well built and had a larger than average, shapely penis.  He was putting on
dry socks and underwear and a dry shirt, but he slipped his still damp blue
jeans back on.

	"Been standing in the rain a lot today," the young guy explained.
"Not many people will stop for a hitchhiker in the rain these days."

	Michael smiled and nodded in acknowledgement as he left the men's
room.  "Well, good luck."

	"Thanks," the hitchiker said.

	Michael ordered coffee and a stack of pancakes with scrambled eggs.
He was half finished when the hitchhiker emerged from the men's room, his
knapsack slung over his shoulder, and sat at the counter to eat a sweet
roll and drink his coffee.  As Michael smoked a cigarette with his second
cup of coffee, the hitchhiker walked over from the counter.

	"Look, mister, I hate to impose, but I really need a ride.  Which
way are you headed?"

	Michael hesitated.  He wasn't at all happy about this development.
"Atlanta," he muttered grudgingly.

	The hitchhiker slipped into the booth across the table from him
with his coffee.  "I don't blame you for being reluctant," he said.  He
pulled his wallet from his hip pocket.  "I'm Jeremy Watkins.  My family and
friends call me Remy."  He pronounced it Reemy.  "Here's my driver's
license and student ID."  He displayed the picture identification.  It was
the same guy, and the IDs said "Jeremy R. Watkins."  His home address was
in Atlanta, not too far from where Michael lived.  His student ID was from
Duke.  Michael was somewhat put at ease.

	"What bring's you out on the highway on a day like this, Remy?"

	"It was crazy.  My kid brother called last night and he was all
broken up about a fight he'd had with his girl.  For some reason, I felt it
was important to be there.  And guess what?  I called a few minutes ago and
they'd already made up.  Thought I'd go on home anyhow, since the weekend's
coming up and I'm this close."  He smiled and shook his head in chagrin.

	"Are your parents in Atlanta?"

	"My Mom.  My father died three years ago.  I guess that's the
reason I was coming to be with Josh - that's my brother.  He still gets
upset and I guess I'm the closest thing to a father."

	"Okay, Remy.  I'll give you a ride.  Are you ready?"

	Remy stood up and slung his backpack over one shoulder.  "Sure."

	About twenty miles down the highway, the thunderstorms picked up in
intensity so that Michael could hardly see the road.  He pulled to the
shoulder to await a slackening.  They talked.  Michael told Remy about his
work as district sales manager for Procter & Gamble and revealed that he'd
gone to college at UNC.

	Remy smiled.  "Well, actually I play football at Duke, but that
shouldn't cause you any problem.  UNC's beaten us the last two years."

	"What position?"

	"Tailback.  Second team."

	"Well, I was a second team flanker at UNC twelve years ago."

	The rain slacked, and they drove another ten or twelve miles before
it resumed in even fiercer intensity.  There was a mom and pop motel at the
upcoming exit on the right called Moon Lodge.

	Michael said, "Look, Remy, I'm sorry, but I don't think I can keep
this up.  Its been like this for the last four hours.  I'd like to stop at
this motel.  I assume you're short on cash or else you wouldn't be
hitchhiking.  I'll rent the room . . . No, that's okay, it'll probably be
the same cost as a single.

	He was right.  They checked in and picked up a key.  Michael saw
that the mom and pop operation was probably a rent-by-the-hour
establishment since a small sign advertised three triple-x movie channels.

	The room had a single king sized bed.  Michael called the office
and asked for a room with two double beds.  Hanging up, he said, "Crap!
All the rooms are kingsized beds."

	"Okay by me," Remy said.

	"Well, I guess it'll have to do.  Think I'll take a hot shower and
get some of this chill off."

	"Good idea.  I'll take one after you."

	He was glad he always traveled with a change of clothes and a dop
kit.  He removed and folded his suit over a hanger neatly and hung it
outside the closet to remove the dampness.  He stripped to his briefs
before entering the bathroom, and again noticed Remy watching him rather
openly.

	In the bathroom, before showering, he examined his naked body in
the mirror above the lavatory as he brushed his teeth.  He'd kept in pretty
good shape, he decided, for a thirty-three year old.  Not as much bulk as
when he'd played football, but leaner, with more muscle definition and
still no belly bulge.

	There was a tap on the door.

	"Yes?"

	"Mind if I take a leak before you shower?"

	"Uh, no, come on in."

	Remy walked in wearing only his low-rise jockey briefs, no fly and
very thin cotton jersey that clearly revealed his generous genitalia.  Now
there's a tailback, Michael thought, taking note of Remy's slender waist,
deep wide chest and high round butt.  Remy stood at the toilet and pulled
his briefs to his thighs to pee.  Michael, glancing down quickly, had a
flash of a rather straight, full cock and light blond pubic hair, only
slightly darker than Remy's light blond curly head.  As he looked up, he
caught Remy looking openly at his own nakedness.  Michael blushed slightly
and turned slightly away.


                                                               -2-

	When Michael emerged from the bathroom, towel wrapped around his
waist, Remy was watching one of the triple-x channels.  He quickly changed
channels as Michael entered the room and stood to go in for his own shower.
Michael noticed that the bulge in his briefs was larger and almost as
clearly visible as if he'd been unclad.  He could see the outline of a semi
erection as Remy passed him to enter the bathroom.

	Michael looked at the channel Remy had changed to.  Strange, it was
triple-x, too, so why had he changed channels?  Man and woman screwing.  He
wondered what Remy had been watching that he had changed channels so
hastily.  He picked up the remote and flicked through the channels.  Not
only did the motel have three triple-x channels, it had ONLY the three
triple-x channels.  The one just above the channel Remy had changed to was
a gay male channel.  Two rather good looking guys kissing and handling each
other's genitals.  One of them had semen on his lips.  The other went down
on him and began sucking his cock.  Michael felt that he should turn it
off, but he continued to watch spellbound as the hard flesh pumped in and
out of the other guy's mouth.  Michael, like most guys, had fantasized from
time to time what it would be like to be sucked by another guy and to suck
another guy's cock.  He observed the technique on the TV screen with some
interest.  The guy doing the sucking was obviously enjoying it as much as
the other guy.  He would stop and kiss the other guy's testicles and lick
the head of his cock, run his hands across his flat belly and his fingers
through the heavy growth of pubic hair and would began sucking again, his
mouth moving up and down the hard cock.  Michael watched, fascinated, as
the guy being sucked ejaculated into the other guy's mouth and the guy
sucking swallowed it with obvious relish.  Michael became aware that he had
developed a partial erection and turned off the television, dropped his
towel to the floor and quickly slipped under the covers naked to hide his
condition as Remy reentered the room.

	Michael turned on his side, facing the edge of the bed, as Remy
turned off the lights and got in on the other side.  Michael's eyelids,
weary and stinging from having driven so many hours in the rain, dropped
and he slept.  Or maybe he only dozed, because sometime later on - Michael
wasn't sure how much later - he awakened to find himself on his back.  Remy
was still awake, and kept shifting position, and Michael knew that he was
antsy about something.  He became aware of a flickering in the room and
looked for its source.  It was the TV and it was tuned to the gay channel.
Michael watched through half closed eyes and two good looking guys
performed sixty-nine together.  He felt that he ought to be repelled but,
he admitted to himself, he honestly was not.  He'd never engaged in a
homosexual experience and had never been tempted, yet he found himself
erotically interested in what was happening.

	Remy clicked the TV off and continued to turn and change his
position.  Michael remained still, pretending sleep.  After a few minutes,
he could tell from the movement of the bed that Remy was edging toward him
and then, when he was within a half-arm's length, he turned on his side
toward Michael.  Michael felt the light touch of fingers on his hip and the
brush of them as they lightly skimmed his pubic hair.  He continued to
pretend sleep, not knowing what else to do but also not wanting Remy to
stop.  Remy's hand touched the softly swollen shaft of his cock lightly.
When Michael did not waken, Remy was emboldened to grasp it lightly and
squeeze softly.  Michael's cock began to lengthen and become stiff.
Experimentally, hesitantly, Remy moved the skin back from Michael's
circumcised cock.  As Michael's cock continued to swell and became harder,
Michael shifted his legs, moaned softly as if in his sleep, and moved his
hips slightly.

	Remy's head disappeared beneath the sheet, and Michael could feel
his warm breath on his genitals.  Michael was now rampantly erect.  Remy's
soft moist mouth enclosed the smooth, spongy, tender helmet of his cock and
licked wetly in slow, circling movements.  The lips began to slip down the
length, and Michael involuntarily thrust slightly forward.  Remy's mouth
and tongue moved up and down for several strokes, and Michael tried to
restrain his thrusting with just enough success as to pass for the
instinctive reactions of a man still asleep.  After a couple of minutes,
however, with Michael feeling the beginnings of an ejaculation deep within
his loins, Remy released him and stealthily resumed his place on the far
side of the bed.  Michael felt sexually frustrated but, in view of the way
he'd handled it, felt that he had no other choice than to continue his
pretense of sleep.  Slowly his cock relaxed and softened, and his
frustration receded.  Remy continued to move and shift, restlessly, for
several minutes, and then his breathing became deep and regular as sleep
overtook him.  After a few minutes, Michael turned to his side away from
Remy, and he slept.

	Sometime during the night Michael became conscious of a weight on
his back and the warmth of a human body.  He came awake.  In his sleep,
Remy had rolled over and lay cupped against Michael's back.  Michael felt,
first, his warm breath against the back of his neck and, then, the press of
pubic hair and genitals against his buttocks.  Remy's chest and stomach
pressed warmly against his back, and the front of his thighs and knees were
in warm contact with the back of Michael's thighs and the hollow of his
crooked knees.  But most of all he was acutely aware of the heat of Remy's
genitals against his firm, rounded buttocks and the rasp of pubic hair
against his smooth skin.

	As the shaft of his cock began to lengthen once again, he thought
to himself, "This is really just too much!"  Torn between a desire to break
contact and the fear of losing contact, Michael irritably pushed his
buttocks back against Remy.  He heard Remy's deep breathing break and
become quieter and knew that Remy was now awake.  Michael still felt it
necessary to pretend sleep so that Remy would not move away and he,
Michael, would not be required to commit himself.  He felt Remy's cock
swelling against his buttocks.  A light hand was on his hips, resting
quietly to test the soundness of his sleep.  Reassured that he had not and,
perhaps, would not awaken, the hand moved slowly and softly to his cock,
again grasped it softly and began to move slowly back and forth.  Michael
became fully erect and, as if in his sleep, began to slightly buck back and
forth against Remy's genitals pressing into his buttocks and against the
hand stroking his cock.

	When Remy's lips pressed softly against his back, Michael felt that
he could no longer feign sleep.  He must either choose to go forward or
break off the progression of events.  He was not sure how to react.

	"Hunh?" he said as he pretended to awaken.  Remy's hand quickly
released him, but he was unable to move himself from his close fitting,
spoon-like position against his back.

	"Remy?" Michael asked, raising up on his elbow and looking over his
shoulder.  He reached over and turned on the lamp on the bedside table.  He
sat up and looked at Remy.

	"What's going on here, Remy?"  Michael's voice was soft and
nonthreatening.

	Remy was blushing, but he bravely looked Michael in the eye though
his own were watering with mortification.  "I'm sorry, Michael.  I think I
must've rolled over against you in my sleep, but when I woke up and didn't
want to - couldn't move, and I-I g-got an erection."

	"I - me - caused you to get an erection?  How . . . I mean, did I
do something?"

	"N-no, n-not really.  I guess I got kinda turned on to you back at
the truck stop.  I mean you're really a good looking guy.  But I didn't . .
. I mean I wasn't planning that anything like this would happen.  I didn't
even expect to be here.  I thought we'd be in Atlanta by now."

	"Remy, are you . . . gay?

	"No!  I mean I don't think so."  He was blushing furiously and
staring resolutely at his knees.  "I don't . . . Heck, I don't know, maybe
I am," he finished miserably.

	"H-have you been, uh, with another male before?"

	Remy nodded, embarrassed but resolutely honest.

	"Have you been with women?"

	Remy again nodded, refusing now to look at Michael.

	"Uh, how many times have . . . you know, with other guys?"

	"I don't know, several times, but only with two guys."

	"Remy, I don't mean to pry or get too personal.  But I-I've never
done anything with other guys.  Is this something new with you."

	Remy was silent and then sighed with resignation, looking up at
Michael.  "I'm not sure how to answer that.  The first guy was my best
friend since we were four or five.  We played football together, and I
don't think either of us had thought of it until we were in the locker room
and shower so much together.  We, uh, did it for a of couple years, I
guess, from about sixteen until we went to college."

	"What five times, ten?"

	"More than that.  Maybe a couple of hundred."

	"A couple of hundred?  Were you having sex with girls?"

	"Yeah, but not as often."

	"You said there were two guys."

	"Yeah, the other one was an English teacher my freshman year.  That
lasted about six months.  He's doing post-doctoral work at Cambridge now."

	"You've been, uh, celibate since then . . . what?  Two years?  Any
women?"

	"Yeah, some."

	"Remy, I've never even thought seriously about it before.  BUT I've
got to confess that when I woke up I had an erection, too, and I guess it
came from your being near me in bed."  Michael was clearly confused, as
well.

	Remy, looked at Michael, a glimmer of hope or anticipation in his
eyes.  "Michael, I'd like to, uh, make love to you, if you'd be willing.
You don't have to do anything to me, just me with you."

	Michael looked at Remy speculatively, but with obvious curiosity
and trace of . . . what?  Anticipation?  After thinking for a few moments,
he said, almost reluctantly, perhaps realizing that he was making some sort
of choice, "Okay, Remy."  He leaned back against the headboard of the bed,
half sitting, half reclining.  Remy reached across for the lamp switch, but
Michael stopped him.  "No.  Leave the light on.  If we're going to do this
I want to see."

	Remy looked at him, curious.  He pulled the sheet down and, as
Michael's nakedness was revealed, tossed it over the foot of the bed.  He
looked at Michael's nakedness.  He had a large cock in repose.  Its
circumcised crown was only slightly darker than the skin of his beautiful
cock.  His testicles were full and lay heavily on his thighs.  Michael had
medium brown hair, and his pubic growth was a the same color, rather sparse
and fairly short but growing to a slight peak in the middle and trailing a
delicate line up to and past his navel, across his muscled stomach to
dissipate into a smooth, hairless chest.

	Remy used his hands to coax Michael to spread his legs and crawled
between, kneeling erect on his knees.  Michael looked at Remy's genitals,
straight circumcised cock, loosely cradled testicles and light blond pubic
growth.  He was hairless on his torso and very well built with slender
waist flaring to wide, deep, well muscled chest and shoulders.  Michael's
cock began to stir and lengthen, as much from Remy's nakedness as from
anticipation of what was about to happen.

	Remy rocked back on his heels as knelt between Michael's legs and
propped on his elbows.  He touched Michael's cock and lightly grasped it,
lifting it slightly.  He lowered his head and enclosed the helmeted
cockhead with his lips, still holding the shaft with his hand.  He ran his
warm, wet tongue in circular motions around the entire sensitive surface
and began to take more of the length into his mouth.  Michael was becoming
rapidly erect, and Remy removed his hand and slid his lips down the length
until it was wholly engulfed.  He pressed his tongue against the hard tube
on the underside of Michael's cock and stroked up and down.  He withdrew to
the corona, hesitated there, licking and sucking, and slid his lips back
down the wetly gleaming shaft.

	Michael watched what was happening with growing erotic pleasure,
visually as well as tactilely stimulated, as he watched his gleamingly
moist shaft thrust into and out of Remy's lips and felt a firm suction and
stroking tongue against his hard flesh.  Soon he was thrusting slightly in
and out of Remy's sucking mouth in rhythm to Remy's movements.  Remy was
further aroused in his lust for Michael's cock when Michael placed his hand
on his head, stroking, combing his fingers through his curling locks and,
finally, grasping two handfuls as he now purposefully thrust in and out of
Remy's mouth.

	Michael felt his cock harden still further and swell as an ache
developed in his loins.  "Remy," he whispered, "I'm going to cum."  But, if
anything, Remy became more diligent in his licking and sucking.  "Remy,
aaahgh!  I'm coming.  Ungh!  Here it comes."

	Remy was greedy for Michael's semen, and when it came in spurting
jets in large amounts, he swallowed rapidly and sucked the last traces from
Michael.  He continued to suck and stroke Michael's cock with his tongue
for three or four minutes until it was completely soft, and then he let it
slip from his lips with a sigh and kiss to its pouting red lips of the tiny
mouth at the tip of his cock.

	Remy rolled to his back beside Michael, his own cock half hard.
Michael looked at it and at Remy's lips, slick with semen and, not for the
first time that night, imagined himself sucking Remy and doing to Remy the
things Remy had done to him.

	Michael reached for the remote control and turned on the TV to the
gay channel where it was set.  By a wild stroke of coincidence there were
shown two guys in a king sized bed.  One was dark haired and in his mid
thirties, very well built, and the other was young and blond in his early
twenties and also very well built and endowed.  The younger guy was just
coming up from having sucked the older guy's cock.  They lay quietly.  The
older guy looked speculatively at the younger guy and reached his hand to
his genitals.

	Michael looked at Remy, and found Remy looking at him.  Hesitantly,
Michael reached his hands to Remy's swollen, but not yet hard cock.

	"Michael, you don't have to."

	"Yeah, but I think I want to."

	He touched Remy's genitals, and the straight shaft of the younger
man's cock stirred beneath his touch and began to lengthen.  As it
stiffened, Michael grasped it and began to move his hand.  After several
strokes, it was fully erect and hard.  Michael watched the effect
fascinated.  He looked back at the TV screen, the older guy was going down
on the younger guy!  An uncontrollable resolve built in Michael.

	He rolled over and got to elbows and knees between Remy's legs.  A
dew pearl of semen was standing on the opening at the tip of Remy's cock.
Michael lowered his head and experimentally licked it, tasting a pleasant
salty sweetness.  His wet tongue snaked out and licked in wider circles
around the head of Remy's cock and he opened his lips wider and covered the
smooth soft head.

	"Mmmmm," he moaned involutarily, and his lips moved lower, sliding
down the hard shaft, his tongue pressing and stroking the throbbing ridge
on the underside as Remy had done.  Michael found himself loving the feel
of the pulsing, throbbing hard flesh in his mouth, the covering skin soft
and warm.  His nose was in Remy's pubic hair and he inhaled the musky scent
with increasing erotic pleasure.  The head of Remy's cock pressed against
the back of his mouth, throbbing with an intensity Michael could feel.  He
slid his lips back up, licked and slid them down again.  Remy thrust
forward, grabbing two handfuls of Michael's hair.  Their movements
continued with growing erotic intensity.

	"I'm coming, Michael."

	Michael heard Remy's warning with a mixture of nervous anticipation
and erotic excitement and sucked the pulsating flesh harder.  He felt
Remy's cock lengthen and become rock hard, and it began to spasm and jerk,
emptying pulsating streams of cum into his mouth.  Michael swallowed
rapidly, savoring more completely the salty sweetness of Remy's maleness.

	Afterward, Michael lay on his back with a confusion of emotions and
reactions.  He was ashamed, afraid, excited, happy, sad, erotically
aroused.  Remy had been gentle and reassuring, but he knew that what had
happened was something Michael would have to work out alone, within
himself.  After laying awake for an hour or so awash in conflicting
emotions and thoughts, Michael fell into an exhausted sleep.


                                                          -3-

	When he awoke, he could tell from the angle of the sun through the
drapes that it was late.  He looked at his watch.  Nine thirty.  Well, at
least it was Friday, his day for doing paper work at his office.  He often
took off on Friday and caught up on reports on the weekend.  He sat up and
looked at the sleeping young man next to him.  His long lashes lay against
the clear, rosy tan skin of his cheek.  In his sleep, he looked innocent
and even younger.  His blond curls were tousled.  He admired the muscular
torso, resisting an urge to touch it.  The single covering sheet revealed
the outline of his genitals in repose.  He got out of bed quietly and took
his cellular phone into the bathroom.  He reached Sally on the third ring
and told her that he'd had car trouble and that it would be night before he
could get away, maybe tomorrow.  He promised to call if he could not get on
the road until Saturday.

	He brushed his teeth, shaved and got into the shower.  He'd half
lathered up when the curtain pulled back and Remy stepped into the shower
with him.

	"Here.  Let me," Remy said, taking the soap and washcloth from him.
Remy slowly washed his neck, shoulders and arms.  Raising his arms, he
washed the hair under his armpits, his chest and stomach.  He turned
Michael with his hands and washed his back with nothing but his thickly
lathered hands, kneading his firm muscular back as he did so.  Stooping
with lathered rag, he raised each foot and thoroughly washed it, between
each toe and up the ankles and calves to mid-thigh.  Remy rinsed the
washcloth and relathered it.  He gently but thoroughly washed his thighs,
his scrotum and hips.  He turned him again and washed his buttocks,
scrubbing thoroughly deeply into the cleft and rubbing his anus with the
soapy cloth.  Remy turned Michael again, lay the washcloth on the side of
the tub and worked a rich lather into his hands.  He soaped between
Michael's thighs and testicles, and resoaped his testicles, and washed his
genitals thoroughly, pulling the skin back tightly from the head of his
cock to aid his ministrations.  He rinsed his hands and guided the spray to
Michael's genitals, using his hands to rinse each crease and crevice.
Michael stiffened and then relaxed as Remy's fingers invaded the cleft of
his ass and pulled his cheeks apart to rinse it thoroughly, running his
finger over and around his anus.  A finger slightly invaded the tight
sphincter to remove all traces of soap.  They were facing each other,
standing close as Remy reached around to rinse his cleft and anus.  Michael
felt Remy's cock stiffening against his genitals, and his own began to
swell.  Remy completed that task and, pouring some motel shampoo into his
palm slowly and thorough lathered the hair on Michael's head then dropping
his hands lathered his pubic growth, scratching and scrubbing with his
fingers.  He again performed the rinsing ritual, and Michael felt cleaner
than ever before in his life.

	Michael took the soap and washcloth and performed the washing
ritual on Remy, lingering over his beautiful genitals and ass.

	Afterwards as they finished toweling dry, Michael said, "I called
my wife and office and told them that I had car trouble and would not be
back before night, maybe not until tomorrow."

	"I know.  I heard on the phone.  I'm glad.  I haven't had enough of
you yet."  And with that, Remy took Michael by the hand and led him into
the bedroom.  They lay on the bed, Michael on his back and Remy on his
side, propped on his elbow looking down at Michael.  He lightly traced the
tips of his fingers across Michael's erect nipples and with the tip of his
index finger, followed the line down his stomach across his navel to the
thick, curling growth of pubic hair.  He combed it with his fingers,
relishing its coarse but soft texture.  Michael had followed the movement
of his hand with his eyes.  Now as his cock began to swell and lengthen
without becoming hard at the nearness of Remy's touch and as Remy caressed
his pubes with obvious admiration and enjoyment, Michael looked up at him.
Remy's eyes turned to meet his, smiling, and then became more solemn as he
gazed deeply into Michael's.

	Michael anticipated what was about to happen and was prepared as
Remy lowered his lips to his.  Michael's lips were soft, moist and
yeilding.  As Remy opened his mouth and caressed Michael's lips with a
gently inquiring tongue, Michael opened his own and slowly thrust his own
tongue past Remy's, caressing it as his entered Remy's mouth.  Remy's hands
began passionately to caress Michael's chest, ribs and stomach.  Michal
raised his arms to embrace Remy and stroked his back in long firm strokes
from shoulder to thigh.  He turned to his side facing Remy, and they
embraced passionately, grinding their lips and thrusting tongues together,
first in Michael's mouth and then in Remy's.  Their arms were tightly
around each other stroking and caressing every available expanse of skin.
They were pressed against each other from chest to knees, their genitals
rubbing against the other's insistently.  They began to become large and
hard, throbbing hotly against each other.

	Remy rolled over, forcing Michael to his back with Remy on top of
him.  Remy began to squirm down, breaking the passionate kiss of his lips
and kissing his neck and shoulders.  His tongue flicked Michael's nipples
and sucked them voraciously as he kissed and licked downwards.  He was
between Michael's legs, and his tongue thrust into the indention of his
navel.  He moved lower kissing each protruding point of Michael's pelvic
bones at either hip.  His lips and tongue were in his thick pubic growth,
wetting it as his hand grasped and moved the hard throbbing cock away.  Now
his tongue licked at the fold between thigh and testicles and over
Michael's testicles, taking them, one at a time, gently into his mouth and
caressing them with his tongue.

	He raised his head and kissed the length of the hot, hard shaft and
enclosed the head of Michael's cock in his searching mouth licking in fast,
firm circular motions and sucking firmly.  His mouth moved down the shaft
and Michael thrust deeply into his mouth, and within minutes, all too soon
but not soon enough, Michael tightened his grasp of Remy's curly locks, and
thrust urgently, emptying pulsating jets of cum into his mouth.  Remy
continued to suck him clean as Michael's cock softened and he regained his
normal breath and pulse.

	Immediately upon being released by Remy's lips, Michael pulled Remy
up and kissed his come covered lips passionately, rolled him over and slid
down his body kissing and licking passionately and wetly, as Remy had done
to him.  He stared lovingly at the blond pubic growth and the perfectly
straight, beautiful cock.

	"So beautiful.  Beautiful Remy."

	He lowered his mouth and engulfed it, sucking furiously and running
his warm, wet tongue down its length and around its sides.  As his head
bobbed up and down, Remy watched his wetly gleaming shaft thrust into and
out of Michael's mouth.  He combed his fingers through Michael's hair and
grasped it as Michael's avid lips and tongue moved up and down.  His cock
became harder and lengthened.  "Unghhh," he groaned, as release was
imminent, "I'm coming, Michael."  The suction Michael's mouth increased
and, with firmer, faster strokes, his tongue stroked the large, swollen
vessel on the underside of Remy's cock.  Remy's cock was flexing furiously
and then jerked and spasmed as he flooded Michael's mouth with spurting
streams of his salty-sweet cum.

	Afterwards they lay together, kissing and tasting their own semen
on each other's lips and in their mouths.

	"I never imagined this," Michael said.

	"What?"

	"That I'd like it - love it so much."

	"I never thought it would become this . . . well, this mutual!"
Remy said.  "I thought I'd maybe get to suck your cock and then that would
be it.  But this!  I couldn't have even imagined such perfection."

	"Yeah."  Michael was silent for several minutes as they held one
another.  "Remy?"

	"Yes, Michael."

	"I don't want this end, do you?"

	"I can't stand to think about it."

	"We've got to figure something out.  I get to Raleigh-Durham every
two weeks, and I can arrange to stay in that area for two or three days.  I
do that sometimes, now."

	"I'd love that, Michael."

	"We only live three or four miles from each other in Atlanta, but
that doesn't do much good.  We can't very well go to each other's homes for
. . . for this.  Of course, we can figure out a place or go to a motel.
But I want us to be together for more than just this, too."

	Remy felt that he would explode with happiness.  Was it possible?
Was Michael saying that he loved him?  Maybe even as Remy had realized last
night that his lust for Michael was becoming something more, something more
profound?  His eyes stung and a couple of tears splashed Michael's
shoulders.

	"What's wrong, Remy?  Did I do something?  D-did I . . . was it
what I said?"  He felt Remy's head nod.  "D-did I scare you?"

	"No, Michael.  I'm just happy.  I-I love you, Michael, and what you
said made me think that maybe you loved me, too . . . a little."

	Michael was shocked, at Remy's words, and then amazed, as he
examined his own feelings.  "I think I do, Remy.  I think maybe I love you
a lot."

	They spent the remainder of the day in the motel room, occasionally
watching some of the all male triple-x channel, but mostly talking about a
variety of subjects.  That night, before sleep, they again had sex with one
another and, again, when Remy awakened to find Michael between his legs
slowly sucking his cock.

	The next morning, Michael took Remy to the bus station to catch a
bus to Raleigh- Durham.  They'd decided that since no one knew Remy was
coming home, it would be better for him to go back to school.  Michael was
scheduled to be in Raleigh-Durham for two days of business in three weeks,
and he promised Remy to make it at least three and to stretch it to four if
possible.


                                                          -4-

	Three weeks later Michael arrived in Raleigh-Durham a little after
ten o'clock at night.  Remy was expecting his call when he arrived, but
Michael called twenty miles outside of Raleigh-Durham and asked him to meet
him at the Avis Rent-a-Car at the airport.  When Michael arrived, Remy was
already in the terminal.  Michael wanted him to rent a car for three days
and gave him $150 in cash to do so.  Remy was to come to the bar at the
Residence Inn, and Michael would meet him.

	Michael had checked out the hotels.  The Residence Inn had suites
with kitchenettes and king-sized beds and a private entrance.  When he
checked in, he told the desk clerk that his kid brother from college might
be staying over and asked for two keys.  It developed that the corporate
rate was a single rate, single or double, and Michael was not asked for any
information concerning his "brother."  He met Remy in the bar, and they had
a beer and then left for the room.

	They'd barely shut the door behind them, when Remy had his arms
around Michael, kissing him and Michael was ardently returning both embrace
and kiss.

	"Whoa," said Michael, breaking away.  "Let's get our things put
away and get more comfortable."

	"I don't have anything except what I'm wearing."

	"Well, you won't need it.  You won't even need what your wearing
very long.  Help me get some things out of my car."  Michael had stopped at
a grocery store and had bought some breakfast rolls, orange juice and
coffee.

	Michael insisted on unpacking his bag and arranging his toiletries.
Making sure that the drapes were pulled and the door doubled locked and
night chain in place.  He and Remy turned back the spread and removed it
from the bed.

	Only then did he approach Remy to embrace and kiss him.  Remy
stepped back from the embrace and reached for Michael's tie which he
removed and hung up in the closet.  Next the shoes and socks which he lined
up neatly on the closet floor.  The shirt, slowly unbuttoned and then hung
in the closet.  Michael began to get the message and a smiled tremored at
the corners of his mouth.  When Remy undid his belt and the fastener at the
waistband of his trousers, slowly unzipped his fly, let them drop to the
floor, picked them up and began to fold them for hanging, Michael took them
from him and tossed in a heap in the corner.  Remy smiled in satisfaction
as he pulled Michael's tee shirt over his head.  He noticed that Michael
was wearing new briefs, contour bikinis that showed off his muscular body
to advantage and lifted and slightly thrust forward his genitals.

	He knelt before Michael and looked at the briefs and their
contents.  "New?"

	Michael blushed slightly.  "I wanted to be attractive for you."

	"You are, Michael, and would be in anything, but I like these."  He
brought his hand to the bulge in the briefs and traced his finger around
Michael's cock barely concealed under the thin jersey.  Placing his hands
on the elastic he slowly pulled the briefs down.  As the dark, soft curly
pubic hair was revealed, Remy put his face in it, inhaled with a sigh of
satisfaction and kissed it around the edges and then all over.  Leaning
back he pulled further, gazing at the large, soft tube of flesh as he
slowly uncovered it.  Michael put a hand on his shoulder to steady himself
and stepped out of it.  Remy laid his cheek against the soft genitals and
reached around to cup and squeeze Michael's buttocks with firm but gentle
pressure.

	Turning his face into Michael's genitals he kissed them and would
have taken his cock into his mouth immediately, but Michael held him and
stepped back.  "Wait," he said.  "Stand up a minute."  Remy complied, and
Michael disrobed him, stripping him to his Fruit of the Loom briefs.
Michael grasped them and ripped them down the sides, letting the pieces
drop to the floor.

	"Michael!  I don't have any others!"

	Michael picked up the ripped cloth, dropped them in the trash can,
and brought a package to Remy.  It was six pairs of the same bikini contour
briefs in white, heather grey and black.  "I brought these for you, but you
won't need them any time soon."

	Remy to Michael by the hand, led him to the king sized bed, and
coaxed him to lie down.  He joined him, laying on his side facing Michael's
body propped against a stack of pillows.  Remy kissed him lingeringly, and
Michael opened his lips to his gently inquiring tongue.  As they kissed
deeply, Remy explored Michael's body with his hands, probing his pectoral
muscles with soft squeezes and stroking the light growth of hair on his
stomach, his pubic area and genitals, his inner thighs, and his lips and
tongue slowly and lingeringly followed the same, skipping over the genital
area as he spread Michael's thighs to obtain access to the soft, sensitive
skin of his inner thighs.  He raised his head and took Michael's hardening
cock into his mouth, sighing with satisfaction as he licked the smooth skin
of the head of Michael's cock and slid his lips down the shaft to its base.
As he entered his rhythm, Michael began to thrust gently and run his
fingers through his hair.  After a minute or so, Michael said, "Wait a
minute.  I need to move."  He shifted from the stacked pillows to lay flat
on his back, and Remy shifted with him, Michael's cock still throbbing in
his mouth.

	"Turn around, Remy.  I want you while your sucking me."

	Remy shifted around and Michael guided him to straddle his head.
Remy's beautiful cock was withing inches.  Michael placed his hands on
Remy's buttocks and pulled him down, raising his head to capture the hard
flesh.  At first it was awkward, but after a few minutes their rhythm was
synchronized - Remy raising and lowering his mouth along the length of
Michael's cock and Michael thrust in and out, and Remy moving his hips up
and down as Michael's head moved up and down along Remy's cock.  Michael
wrapped his arms around Remy's waist and hips as he sucked, and Remy ran
his hands under Michael's buttocks to stroke and squeeze.  The speed and
passion of their sucking and thrusting each signaled to the other the
nearing orgasm.  Each of them felt the other's cock lengthen and harden in
their mouths, and almost simultaneously, their cocks began to jerk as they
shot spurting streams of semen into each other and swallowed rapidly.

	Afterwards they lay in each other's arms.  "Have you ever done that
before, Remy?"

	Remy had but he wasn't about to burst Michael's bubble.  "No,
Michael, I never have.  It was wonderful."  And at that moment, it was as
if he never had!


...finis