Austin has fallen in love with porn legend Nicholas Grandiforte, who is trying to ease himself, gradually and gracefully, out of the sex industry. Austin is willing to do anything for Nick, including become a sex performer himself. But Nick resists carrying their relationship to a level of greater commitment, citing the disparity in their ages and his own sordid past. Operating, however, on the principle that “faint heart ne’er won hot number,” Austin persists, and begins to wear down his lover’s resistance.
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Copyright © 2011 Roland Graeme
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You’re So Unromantic
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Roland Graeme
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Part Two
Chapter Seven
Applying For A Job
Alone at home, sequestered behind closed doors at his own computer, Austin spent a great deal of his spare time investigating Niccolo Grandi’s website in more detail.
He accessed the Models Wanted page, and read the solicitation.
Grandi Videos is looking for handsome, in-shape men to model and perform in our video shoots. If you think you’ve got what it takes to be a porn star, please complete this application and send it in to me, along with some face and nude body shots of yourself. I give all of these applications my immediate personal attention!
The online application form, Austin saw, was comprehensive indeed. Among the questions were ones that wouldn’t have occurred to Austin, such as Nationality, Country of Passport, and Do you have a visa allowing you to work in the USA? Nick certainly seemed to have covered all the bases.
Then, the questions got a little more personal, asking for such information as Dick Size, Body Hair, Tattoos, Piercings, and so forth, with drop-down menus for the answers. Under Dick Size, for example, the drop-down choices were Small, Average, Large, and Extra Large.
Even Austin found himself blushing a little as he contemplated the topic Willing to do in movie? Please be very honest. The boxes an aspiring actor could check off were labeled Kissing, Sucking, Get sucked, Fuck, Get fucked, Rim, Get Rimmed, Dildo bottom, Dildo top, Double penetration bottom, Double penetration top, Fisting bottom, Fisting top, Bondage bottom, Bondage top, Spanking or flogging bottom, Spanking or flogging top, Water sports bottom, Water sports top, and, finally, the catchall Anything goes.
“Jesus,” Austin muttered to himself. “What else is there?”
To access the streaming videos, the videos on demand, and the live sex shows on the site, you had to purchase a membership. Austin hesitated before doing so, not because he was reluctant to invest the money, but because he was afraid that Nick would find out. But then he rationalized that the financial transactions on the website were no doubt handled by a third party, a “webmaster” which might even be physically located in another part of the country. Nick was unlikely to have direct access to the real names and credit card information of the guys who patronized his site, only the screen names which they invented for themselves, along with the passwords that allowed them access.
He took the plunge, signed up, and once the transaction was successfully concluded, he soon found himself able to access a wealth of smut, all of it, presumably, originating right there in their quiet Hudson River community!
In the days that followed, Austin was a man obsessed. He seemed to devote every minute of his spare time to monitoring “Niccolo Grandi’s” website.
He read the entries in Nick’s blog, which tended to be chatty, light-hearted descriptions of his recent travels and his porn-making activities.
I’m back home and hard at work after my trip to Berlin, Nick wrote. From the date of this particular blog, Austin could deduce that the trip to Germany had taken place shortly before he and Nick had first met. What a fantastic experience! I loved the city, and the people were incredibly hospitable. Most of them spoke English, which was a good thing because I can’t speak a word of German. And man, were the guys ever hot! I have never seen so many fuckable bubble butts in one city before. The bar that had invited me over to participate in a leather event and give a live sex show for them put me up at a great hotel, very comfortable.
At the bar’s event, I performed with several German guys. We stripped down, oiled up, then wrestled for the audience, going at each other like animals. We were slamming each other down onto the mats and blowing each other and eating each other’s asses. The crowd loved it! And when we proceeded to the fucking, they really went wild. After the performance, I got pretty wasted. It was the first time I had allowed myself to get really drunk in a long time, but after all, it was a special night.
I met some great guys in Germany, one of whom I can’t wait to see again. Check out the attached photos, in which I’m making out with him. I loved Berlin, and I can’t wait to go back there and get to know the city and the culture even better. I should also try to learn some of the language. However, not knowing exactly what the hot little bubble butted German dude you happen to be fucking is saying can be kind of a turn-on, so maybe I should just let well enough alone and allow them to speak their sexy broken English to me in bed.
Austin examined the accompanying photos, which showed a half-naked Nick in leather gear necking and petting with a very sexy blond number on the dance floor of a crowded bar.
“Son of a bitch!” Austin exclaimed, out loud. He could feel hot jealousy welling up inside him, again.
Austin also systematically explored all of the videos on demand featuring Nick that were on the site.
In several of these, Nick was partnered by Steve, who’d been too modest to draw Austin’s attention to them. Austin had to admit that the two men looked incredibly hot together. These videos all appeared to have been shot on the same basic set. It was dominated by a huge platform bed, although the other items of furniture in the immediate area seemed to change from film to film.
Steve was also paired up with other men, whom Austin didn’t recognize.
This week’s movie is Trucker Fuckers 4, he read. In the fourth installment of one of our most popular series, real-life truck drivers Steve and Denny once again show how they handle each other’s big rigs.
When he downloaded the video and played it, Austin instantly realized that Steve and his muscular playmate had been filmed in the bedroom of Steve’s farmhouse, on the very same bed where Steve had entertained Austin, overnight! The other trucker, Denny, was a handsome, roughly masculine type who was even less inhibited sexually than Steve, which was saying a lot.
With admirable fortitude, Austin made it through Trucker Fuckers 4 without giving in to his insistent urge to masturbate. However, when he backtracked and started to investigate the first installment in the series, he wasn’t so stoic. He was halfway through Steve and Denny’s prolonged and enthusiastic sixty-nining in Trucker Fuckers 1 before he surrendered, pulled his aching dick out of his pants, and quickly worked it to orgasm. He came even before the two truck drivers finished sucking each other. Gasping, Austin interrupted his viewing and turned off his computer. The rest of Trucker Fuckers 1, to say nothing of 2 and 3, would have to wait for another night.
His porn viewing gave Austin considerable food for thought.
If Steve can do all that sex stuff in front of a camera, I bet I could, too. Steve is just a regular guy. There’s nothing weird about him. And he even uses his real first name on Nick’s website!
When he wasn’t seeing what Nick and his friends were up to, Austin found himself just as obsessively checking out the johns’ website which Steve had introduced him to. Austin committed to memory every description of the encounters with Nick. The details seemed burned into him, as though by a branding iron.
I had hired Niccolo previously for several “massage” sessions, one guy’s entry gloated, and I always found him to be exceptionally professional and, of course, hot, hot, hot! I finally broke down and sprang for an entire weekend. As you can imagine, this was pretty expensive, but it turned out to be worth every penny. I’ve always thought I was a good cocksucker, but while we were sixty-nining Niccolo brought me to the verge of ejaculation again and again. We quickly proceeded to anal, and he fucked me until I screamed for mercy, and I came so hard I was afraid we were going to have to call the paramedics!
Then, when we got dressed and went out to dinner, Niccolo was a delightful companion. Every gay man we ran into cruised him, and looked at me enviously, but Niccolo ignored them and devoted his entire attention to me. I couldn’t wait to get him back to our hotel room and get naked with him again, and feel that big thick cock of his in my ass!
“Fuck!” Austin shouted. “You can’t have Nick, you rich sons of bitches! You can’t have him! He’s mine! Nick is mine!”
He wanted to drive his fist through the PC’s screen. The violence of his feelings took him by surprise, shocking him. He forced himself to calm down.
Then Austin had an inspiration. He called Jared.
“Hey, man,” Austin said, once he had his friend on the phone. “Have you figured out how to use that fancy new digital camera of yours yet?”
“Aw, knock it off, Austin. I’m taking some really good pictures with it, now.”
“Glad to hear it. How’d you like to take some pictures of me?”
“Sure.”
“Come on over to my place.”
Jared was mildly shocked, but also titillated, when he found out that Austin wanted to pose for him in the nude. They had a couple of beers apiece, and then held the improvised photo session, in the privacy of Austin’s bedroom.
“What are you going to do with them?” Jared asked, as they inspected the results in the camera viewer.
“Oh, send them over the Internet.” Which was literally true, after all.
“Come on, Austin, You wouldn’t, would you?”
“Try me.” Austin didn’t see any need to provide further details of his plan.
They ended up in bed together. As usual Jared wanted to confine their activities to mutual masturbation, followed by cocksucking, tentative on his part, much more enthusiastic on Austin’s. But for once Austin didn’t press the issue. He realized that, although he and Jared were still buddies, he was to a great extent “over him” as a sex partner. Jared was still a naïve, callow boy at heart, and Austin had been keeping company lately with a succession of mature men.
He transferred the photos from the memory card in Jared’s camera to his computer. Then, after Jared had left, Austin got down to the serious business of filling out Nick’s online questionnaire.
He tried to be as honest as possible, and stated that he was willing to Kiss, Suck, Get sucked, Fuck, Get fucked, Rim, Get Rimmed, Dildo bottom, and Dildo top. He wasn’t sure about Double penetration bottom, or Double penetration top, so he left them unchecked, along with Fisting bottom, Fisting top, Bondage bottom, Bondage top, Spanking or flogging bottom, Spanking or flogging top, Water sports bottom, Water sports top, and Anything goes. After a moment’s hesitation, he did go back and check off Bondage bottom. What the hell, he rationalized, he was willing to try anything once, especially if Nick was going to be the guy doing the binding!
When it came to Dick Size, he decided to err on the side of caution, and modestly claimed to be Average.
He attached what he felt were the two most flattering of the photos, and clicked a tab marked submit to send the electronic application off. He couldn’t help smirking a little, as he imagined the look on Nick’s face, when he sat down at his own computer and saw it. At the same time, though, Austin felt a certain apprehension. He still didn’t know Nick well enough to be able to predict exactly how he might react. Well, it was too late now!
He heard from Nick within twenty-four hours.
“Austin? It’s me, Nick,” Nick said, when Austin answered his phone. “What do you think you’re playing at, filling out that application and sending it to me, along with those photos?”
“I wasn’t playing at anything.”
“God damn it, Austin, I’m running a business here. It isn’t a joke.”
“What makes you think I was joking? I’m dead serious. I’m applying for a job.”
“You can’t.”
“Why not?”
“Because, uh—” But Nick obviously didn’t have a ready answer to that question.
Austin took advantage of Nick’s sudden silence by jumping right in. “Why do you put that application out there, if you don’t want guys to respond to it? Well, I’m responding, just like anybody else. I decided, since you don’t seem to want me to be your boyfriend, maybe I could work for you, instead. That’d be the next best thing.”
That seemed to shut Nick up, and gave him something to think about, Austin thought, a little smugly. There was another long pause.
“But you and I can’t get into a business relationship,” Nick finally said. “Especially not my kind of business. We know each other. We’re friends.”
“I don’t see what that has to do with it, Nick. After all, you told me you’re friends with the other guys who do those for videos for you, and with you. And I don’t have to take your word for it. I know it for a fact. I’ve met a couple of them.”
“Who? Which ones?”
“Oh, you have your secrets, and I have mine.”
“And who took those pictures of you?”
“What difference does that make? Are you jealous? Because I posed in the nude for some other guy?”
“God damn you, Austin!”
“Don’t get mad.”
“I’m not mad. And I’m certainly not jealous. I just don’t want you to get yourself into some kind of trouble.”
“I’m a big boy, Nick. I can take care of myself. You know that. Now, tell me something. Be honest. If you and I didn’t know each other already, if I was a complete stranger to you, and you got that application from me, would you consider me as a prospect? Would you get in touch with me, give me an interview?”
“Probably,” Nick said, grudgingly. “You do look kind of hot in these photos. I have to admit that.”
“Well, then, I want my interview, just like any other applicant. And I don’t expect to receive any special treatment. Strictly business.”
“I can’t discuss this over the phone. I have to see you face to face. Let me take you out to dinner.”
“I said, no special treatment.”
“You’re impossible.” But Nick already sounded less agitated, more like his usual good-natured self. “For your information, I often treat my prospects, as you call them, to lunch or dinner, the first time I meet them. It breaks the ice and gives us a chance to start getting to know each other, before we start talking business.”
“Then I accept.”
They agreed to meet a local steakhouse. Austin told himself this was a business meeting, not a date. Nevertheless, he fussed over his appearance, determined to look good for Nick. He was rewarded when he arrived at the restaurant, to find Nick already seated in a booth. Nick smiled at him in that way that made Austin feel flustered and vulnerable, but Nick was smiling and relaxed, not tense.
“Don’t you look nice,” Nick said, as Austin sat down opposite him.
“So do you.”
They made small talk as they studied their menus, and ordered. Nick waited until their salads arrived before getting right down to it.
“All right, Austin. Are you going to tell me who took those pictures?”
“It was my buddy Jared. You remember him, don’t you?”
“Vaguely.”
“He wasn’t one of your more memorable blow jobs, huh?”
“Sarcasm doesn’t become you, young man.” But Nick, far from being angry, was smirking. “And these other acquaintances we seem to have in common?”
“Steve, for one. You know, the guy who lives on that old farm on the east bank of the river?”
“Oh, Steve. That’s a relief. Steve’s a great guy. Unlike, well, let’s just say I’ve hired one or two local boys who turned out to be slight disappointments. Not in how they performed in the videos. I mean their personalities, off stage.” He looked at Austin, who was attacking his salad with his fork. “Who else?”
“Steve’s buddy Denny. The other truck driver. Well, I haven’t actually met him, yet. I’ve just seen him and Steve in, ah, Trucker Fuckers. I like truckers,” Austin admitted, provocatively. “As do a lot of the guys who subscribe to your website, apparently.”
“Well, I must say you’ve got good taste in men.”
“Working for you doesn’t seem to have done Steve or Denny any harm.”
“No, I guess it hasn’t, if I do say so myself.”
“So why are you so reluctant to give me a chance?”
“Have you really thought this out, Austin? I mean, for one thing, once you go ahead and do this kind of thing, there’s no putting the genie back in the bottle. Let’s say you do one nude photo shoot for one photographer. Years later, you can turn out to be the head of a major corporation, or a politician, or a scientist who’s discovered a cure for cancer, and those naked pictures of you in your younger days will pop up all over place, and that’s the one thing people will remember about you, no matter what else you’ve accomplished in your life.”
“I don’t plan on heading a corporation, or running for office, or becoming a scientist, although I do see your point. I’m not worried about it.”
Nick sighed. “I just hope you’re not thinking about doing this because, well, out of some sort of weird misplaced hero worship. Because you want to be like me.”
“Wow. That’s some ego you’ve got there, Mr. Niccolo Grandi.”
“All right, don’t rub it in.”
Their steaks arrived, and they fell to with gusto, so that their conversation flagged for a few minutes.
“Oh, and by the way,” Nick mumbled around a mouthful of steak. “What’s this nonsense about your cock being only ‘average’?”
Austin nearly choked on his own forkful of meat. “You’re embarrassing me, Nick.”
“Am I? Are you that easily embarrassed? You’re going to have to develop a much thicker skin than that, if you want to be a porno actor. Anyway, supposedly only about ten per cent of men have a penis that’s much larger than the average. That puts both you and me in the minority, for better or worse.”
“I figured most guys who fill out the application and send it back to you check off ‘extra large’ as a matter of course.”
“They do. That’s why, if a guy ever actually claimed to be ‘small,’ I’d be tempted to hire him, sight unseen, just to reward him for his honesty.”
After dinner, Austin followed Nick to his place in his car. He assumed they’d end up in bed together before the evening was over. Rather cold-bloodedly, Austin decided that if rational argumentation couldn’t persuade Nick to hire him, maybe showing the other man a good time in bed would do the trick, so to speak!
He was encouraged when, the moment they were inside the front door, Nick turned to him, embraced him, and gave him a kiss.
“Make yourself at home,” Nick said. “Do you want something to drink?”
“Maybe a beer?”
“Coming right up.”
Austin followed Nick into the kitchen. “I’ve never had a chance to see the rest of your house,” he pointed out, as Nick took two bottles of beer from the refrigerator and handed him on. “How about giving me the tour?”
“If you like. There’s not all that much to see. And I’m a lousy housekeeper, so be prepared to fight your way through some clutter, and some dust bunnies. Wait a minute. I’ll put a pot of coffee on, in case we want some later.”
“Show me where you make your videos,” Austin asked, while Nick busied himself with the coffee maker. “I admit it, that’s what I really want to see.”
“We don’t always shoot them here in the house. We go ‘on location,’ so to speak, a lot. We film anywhere there’s an opportunity to set up the equipment. It’s got to be private and secure, of course. In fact, we’ve done a lot of shoots at Steve’s place, since it’s kind of isolated and he has all those spare rooms. Didn’t he mention that to you?”
“He never mentioned a word about that to me. I had to figure it out for myself, when I saw Steve and Denny having sex in Steve’s bedroom, on the video.”
Nick smiled. “Steve is very discreet, which is a good quality to have, in our line of work. Come on, I’ll show you what I laughingly call ‘the studio’ or ‘the main set,’ here in the house.”
He led Austin down the familiar long hallway that ran the entire length of the house, past the master bedroom and the bedroom. Nick opened the door of a room Austin hadn’t been in before, turned on the ceiling light, then, ushered Austin through the doorway.
“This is where we make the magic,” Nick joked. “Hollywood on the Hudson, to coin a phrase.”
It was a large rectangular room, dominated by a king-sized platform bed in the center. To one side, between the bed and the wall, stood a tall five-paneled Japanese shoshi folding screen, consisting of large pieces of opaque rice paper set in dark wood hinged frames. There was no other furniture except a chair and a small chest of drawers, on which was set a lamp with a pleated shade. On the wall behind the head of the bed was hung a huge oil painting of a male nude, his brawny body sprawled across tangled sheets and sporting a larger-than-life erection.
“That’s some painting,” Austin commented.
“It was a gift from a friend of mine, back in LA. A professional artist, obviously. Not all of my friends work in the porn industry. Some of them do more respectable things for a living.”
Various pieces of equipment filled the corners of the room, or were pushed against the walls. There were large photographer’s lights, with shutters, on tall adjustable stands, cameras, a large television monitor, and even a microphone, positioned just under the ceiling on a boom. The floor was an obstacle course, criss-crossed by electrical cables.
“I’m impressed,” Austin said. “This is quite a set-up.”
“I always say the most important thing on a shoot is the actors, but the second most important thing is the lighting,” Nick explained. “You don’t want there to be any shadows at all, to get in the way of the action. The third most important thing is the camera man, and the director comes in a poor fourth.”
“Do you really need a director?” Austin asked.
“Absolutely. Somebody usually has to decide, ahead of time, who puts what up whom, where, and in what order,” Nick said, with a laugh. “We even rehearse first, you know, making sure the positions and the lighting are right, deciding what camera angles to use. That sort of thing. It’s more complicated than you might think. Of course, since we’re using digital cameras, it can all be edited, afterward.”
“As a set, it’s kind of minimalist, isn’t it? I guess all you really need is the bed,” Austin commented.
“Basically, yes. That screen comes in handy sometimes, either just as a backdrop, or to hide some of the equipment behind it,” Nick explained. “And I move smaller pieces of furniture, and accessories like that lamp, in and out of here, you know, change things around, so it doesn’t look the same for every shoot. I even change the pictures on the walls, rotate them. And of course we go through a lot of sheets and pillowcases. I have black rubber sheets and pillowcases, for some of the rougher action, to protect the mattress from, well, you know, bodily fluids.”
Austin looked at him curiously. “What about the, ah, the really rough stuff? The bondage and discipline, and so forth? Do you do that in here, too?”
“No. Next door.” Nick led Austin back into the hallway, then into the adjacent room.
“Fuck!” Austin exclaimed, at his first sight of the space and its furnishings. It was nothing less than a small but well-equipped private dungeon! The walls were painted a matte black, and the floor was hardwood planks, stained a dull black as well. There was a leather sling suspended from the ceiling by heavy chains, a padded leather bench with a section that could be tilted and adjusted for height, and, taking up much of the free space in the middle of the room, a steel-barred cage, cube shaped and measuring about five feet on each of its sides, with a sliding door.
“Okay, I’m not even going to ask what the cage is for,” Austin said.
“Some guys enjoy being locked up in there. As punishment. There’s not enough room inside it to stand up, or lie down stretched out at full length, you see, so it can get a little uncomfortable after a while. Give me a hard time, and you might find yourself in there, yourself.”
“In your dreams, Grandiforte!”
Nick laughed.
Austin noticed an odd piece of machinery, mounted on a sturdy adjustable tripod stand. It resembled a long, narrow hydraulic piston, and its angle could also be adjusted.
“What’s this?” he asked.
“It’s a fucking machine.”
“You’re kidding me.”
“Not at all. You fasten the dildo of your choice to the end of the piston rod, there, adjust it for height and the angle of penetration you want, and then you turn it on. You use this control box to change the speed and the depth of the stroke. This is a quite sophisticated and expensive model. You can even make it rotate, inside you.”
“That’s disgusting, Nick!”
“Don’t knock it until you’ve tried it, as they say. It can be kind of addictive. Imagine a well-hung human guy fucking you, but one who never gets tired, and never goes soft, and who keeps right on going until you decide to switch him off.”
Austin was studying the assortment of restraints, whips, paddles, and other sex toys and accessories displayed on hooks on the walls. There was quite an extensive inventory. It might have been the display room of a sex shop.
“You don’t just film videos in here, do you?” he asked. “You use this room for your customers who want to be topped.”
“That’s right,” Nick said, evenly.
“Do any of them ever want to top you?”
“Sure. But I only do that if there’s a third guy present, one of my buddies, whom I know I can trust. I’m not stupid, or reckless. There’s no point in taking unnecessary chances.”
“Quite a little enterprise you’ve got going here.”
“So you do disapprove.”
“Sorry, Nick. Don’t mind what I say. You’ve got to remember that all this is still so new to me. I don’t know quite what to make of it. But I do know one thing. It doesn’t change my feelings for you. I hope you believe that. I just want to learn, and start to understand. I don’t want to be a dumb hick from a small town all my life. You’re going to have to be a little patient with me, at first, that’s all.”
“You are so cute. You are so sweet.”
“I don’t want to be cute, or sweet. I want to be sexy.”
“Don’t knock it. And you are sexy. Damn sexy.”
“You can top me, if you want to, Nick,” Austin breathed. “You can tie me up and do whatever you want to me. It’s a little scary, sure, but I know I can trust you. I know you’ll go easy on me, at first, until I get used to it.”
“Jesus,” Nick muttered.
“You’d like to do all that stuff to me, wouldn’t you?”
“Don’t tempt me. Maybe we should back off a little, and take things one step at a time, okay? It’s a little early in our relationship for me to start bringing out the restraints and the whips.”
“But you’ve done that S and M stuff, lots of time, I bet, with guys, on pretty short acquaintance. Haven’t you?” Austin challenged.
“What I’ve done with other guys has nothing to do with how I feel about you, or what I want to do with you,” Nick blurted out. “You are not just any guy. You’re kind of special to me.”
“I can be special to you, Nick, and still do the things you like. Still satisfy you.”
“You satisfy me just by being here with me. Although I do have to admit I’m starting to feel a little excited, right how. There’s satisfaction, and then there’s satisfaction, if you know what I mean.”
“I know exactly what you mean.”
They had finished their beers, and were holding the empty bottles in their hands. Nick took Austin’s bottle from him. “Want another?” he asked.
“No thanks. Some coffee would be nice, though.”
“Come on back to the kitchen. The coffee should be ready by now.”
They sat at the kitchen table and enjoyed their coffee.
“I really embarrassed you, when I offered to let you to top me, didn’t I, Nick?” Austin asked.
“I wouldn’t say I was exactly embarrassed. Taken by surprise, is more like it. A lot of guys just can’t get into that sort of thing.”
“I bet I could. Hell, I know I could. With you, anyway.”
“I don’t want you to feel under any sort of obligation to, uh, experiment. Sure, I’ve been involved in the whole leather scene for quite a few years, but, personally, I can take it or leave it.”
Austin scoffed. “Nick, a man who has a sling, a cage, and a fucking machine in his house does not strike me as the kind of guy who can ‘take it or leave it.’ You’re really into all that kinky shit, aren’t you, so don’t even bother to deny it.”
“All right. I won’t. But I think we’ll put the rougher stuff on hold, at least for now, and concentrate on the tried and true. Shall we? You know, good old-fashioned vanilla sex?”
“I can’t believe you’re such a prude,” Austin protested. “Not after everything you’ve already told me about yourself, and some of the stuff I’ve already seen on your website. You don’t really think you’re in any danger of corrupting my youthful innocence, do you? I don’t have much in the way of youthful innocence left to lose. I do want to go to bed with you again, Nick, in fact, I’d like to do it right now! But only if you promise to stop treating me like a child. I want you to treat me the same way you behave toward your other tricks. I want it to be man to man.”
Perhaps Nick had felt that Austin was teasing him before, but now he realized that the younger guy was being very serious indeed. The stubborn set of Austin’s jaw was one giveaway, and the firmness of his voice was another. Nick must have stared harder at him than he’d intended to, because Austin’s eyes caught Nick’s and suddenly sparkled with a combination of amusement, and satisfaction. Austin knew that Nick wasn’t going to be able to resist him, not for long, anyway. He had Nick exactly where he wanted him!
Nick put down his coffee cup, rose from his chair, and drew Austin into his arms.
Austin trembled in his embrace for a moment, almost as though he was frightened, a different kind of tremor than that of lust, but certainly not any indication of reluctance. More likely, it was the recognition of impending emotion, intensifying the mere sensual anticipation of physical pleasure. Nick had known Austin for only a couple of weeks, but he already knew that every time he and this particular number had sex with each other, it would inevitably be more than “just sex.”
At any rate, the tremor passed in an instant as Nick held Austin against his chest, and Austin’s mouth slid up to his. Their lips met, moved together lightly, and then ground together firmly. Austin tasted sweet and natural as Nick’s tongue roamed across his lips, found them parting to admit the probing tip of Nick’s tongue into his mouth, and met it with his own tongue, lashing together inside the oral chamber and then, together, coiling lasciviously back into Nick’s own open mouth. Austin’s tongue played flutteringly over the roof of Nick’s palate, darting, dancing, squirming, leaving behind tiny pinpricks of heat as it passed on. The pinpricks flared up in a dozen different spots and then merged together, joining in a sheet of warmth that spread rapidly to shoot flames through Nick’s veins and nerves.
Nick’s entire body mingled as though from a mild electric shock, and the sensation pulsed stronger as it hit his loins. A similar process was clearly setting Austin’s flesh on fire.
Nick drew back. Austin’s lips pursued his, reluctant, unwilling to break to break the contact. His tongue ran wetly over his lower lip, darting with nervous excitement. Nick held him away, his hands on his shoulders. Then Austin pressed against him again, that hungry mouth buried in Nick’s neck, its kisses searing his skin, setting the current of lust flowing once more.
Austin’s lips sucked on his flesh. Nick knew that Austin was going to mark him, brand him with his burning desire, and his own mouth branded Austin in turn, sucking with firm pressure against his satiny skin until the faint taste of salty sweat tingled on his tongue.
“Yeah, man, go ahead, mark me, bite me, chew on me,” Austin hissed with frantic pleasure, his words muffled against Nick’s skin. “Bite me there, hard! Where it’ll show, so everybody will know you’ve had me, will know that my body’s been yours tonight, that you’ve fucked me.”
He broke off into a whimper, lifted his face to offer Nick his throat, and Nick moved down until he could tear open Austin’s shirt and his tongue lashed over his taut nipples. They surged up into swollen, enflamed nuggets of flesh, begging to be soothed, and Nick took them into his mouth and sucked on them wetly, felt them explode within his nursing lips as his hands worked gently on the solid mounds of pectoral muscle surrounding the hardened tits.
Austin ran his hands over Nick, sliding his palms over his shoulders and chest, down to his thighs, feeling the man’s hard body under his clothes.
“Let’s get naked together,” he whispered.
“And let’s go into the bedroom first,” Nick replied. “I want to try to be a little less untidy!”
His bed was unmade, the sheets and pillows rumpled from last night’s sleep. Discarding his clothes, Nick sat on the edge of the bed, watching as Austin, too, stripped in a feverish haste of sexual impatience. He kicked his shoes off and tore awkwardly at the fastenings of his jeans, sliding them down, revealing his strong hairy thighs and that sensationally rounded ass that Nick had already been given the chance to admire, and to possess. His chest hung over Nick’s face, the nipples ripe and succulent, like fruit ready to fall from the vine, burning for the appreciation of the other man’s hot mouth, bobbing above it tantalizingly until Nick rose up to sample once more their hard texture and rich flavor. Austin moaned as Nick sucked his tits, but his hands continued to shed his clothes, until he was as naked as Nick was and they stretched out on the bed together.
Austin’s chest flattened against Nick’s, his belly shifted like liquid over Nick’s, his arched thighs encompassed the other man’s legs. Their cocks collided, and Austin’s lips returned to Nick’s and his probing tongue added its oral stimulation to the other contacts of their heated, ready flesh. Nick moved his hands behind Austin, cupping the tense mounds of his butt and drawing him even closer. Nick’s erection lay like a bar of steel between their stomachs, and he felt Austin’s own tool thrust itself fiercely against his ramrod shaft and burn into his swollen balls.
Austin squirmed, hips and ass cheeks rotating erotically, rubbing his dick against Nick’s. The head of his cock rested for a moment against Nick’s navel, pressed into the shallow indentation, as the first preliminary fluid appeared. Nick felt it, hot and wet and sticky against his belly, and he moaned. Austin reached down between them and took Nick’s organ in his hot hand, pulling his hips back so could freely manipulate the pulsing manhood. His hand closed around it, moving up and down in slow rhythm as his thumb slid across the veined shaft, back and forth, a rotating, teasing digit of fire which threatened to melt Nick too quickly, but which he was powerless to resist.
Austin realized this, and stopped caressing the other guy’s cock, although he kept it in his hand.
“Do you like that, Nick? Do you like me to play with your prick?”
“I love it, but I don’t want to come all over you, which is what’s going to happen if you keep that up,” Nick warned.
“I want you to come in my ass hole,” Austin whispered. “I want you to fuck me.”
He writhed, turning his ass toward Nick’s groin, thighs parted as his hand shoved Nick’s erection between their bodies again, but in this new position. Austin’s hand rubbed the head of Nick’s cock lewdly back and forth between his buttocks, over the puckered entrance to his anus. He moved it so that its straining tip pressed directly against his ass hole, which was lubricated only by Nick’s dribbled jism.
“Put it in,” Austin pleaded.
“No barebacking, remember? Not ever.”
“Sorry, I was so excited I almost forgot. But hurry, Nick, hurry!”
Nick kept a wide selection of condoms and lube handy in the top drawer of the nightstand, right beside his bed. He gloved up his erection quickly, and pushed the now latex-protected prickhead into place between Austin’s waiting buttocks. Austin pushed back against the bulky invader to force it to slide deeper into his anal corridor with each stroke, until it was buried within the heated pit and neither man could wait a moment longer to start the actual fucking.
Nick pressed his hips forward and penetrated the warm tight depths of the other man’s anus until their bodies were jammed together and Austin was pivoting as though on a spit. They rolled over together, Austin’s more slender body turning under Nick’s wide bulk, and Nick posed above him, blanketing him completely underneath his body, surrounding the younger man’s narrow torso from above as he worked within him, his throbbing cock knob expanding inside the condom as the blood pulsed through it.
For a moment they didn’t move, holding that delicious depth of penetration, the only motion coming involuntarily as Nick’s cock bucked and twitched, and the walls of Austin’s anal tunnel tensed around it, then Austin drew his knees up slightly under Nick, pushing his ass cheeks at a different angle, changing and increasing the rigid friction. His hips described a slow circular orbit and his hips heaved upwards. Nick held on, let Austin set the rhythm and the pace, resting his weight on his elbows and knees so that their bodies touched only along the length of Nick’s hard-on, around which Austin’s ass hole frantically squirmed.
Austin’s hand crept up between them, cupped Nick’s scrotum, squeezing gently, and he gasped when he felt the immediate reaction.
“Oh hell, Nick! Your cock gets so big inside my ass hole when I milk your balls like that!” Austin exulted. He closed his eyes, his face strained with passion, as his fingers tightened around Nick’s nuts again, tightened and relaxed, repeating the process eagerly, making Nick’s meat swell within his butt, expanding the elastic sheath of his anus with its bulging potency. “Fuck me, Nick, fuck me, please,” he moaned. “Fuck my ass!”
Nick drew back, then thrust deep into him again. His cockhead slid across the sphincter muscle, the knob forcing itself in as far as it could go, probing the hidden recesses of his partner’s innermost body, exploring the anal depths where the eventual eruption of his sperm would occur. Austin’s hips and pelvis and buttocks followed Nick’s fucking motions, pressing up to meet the thrust and immediately drawing back as Nick withdrew, until the two men were humping against each other with urgent speed and the wet friction of their sweaty bodies had reached the melting point.
Nick reached down under Austin’s belly, grasped his cock and milked it, heard his partner gasp and pant with desperate passion, felt Austin’s prickhead dissolve around his stroking fingers and his hot flood of thick white jism erupt into his hand. Austin’s ass hole contracted around Nick’s hard-fucking piston and triggered his own seething release, wave after wave of creamy semen bursting from him and filling the reservoir tip of the rubber on his prick. Their bodies slammed together, until there was no more to come and they both collapsed, drained of desire.
Chapter Eight
A Weekend In The City
Austin passed a milestone of sorts. He stopped using Jared as an alibi. If he didn’t feel ready to tell his parents the whole truth, at least he was no longer deliberately lying to them.
“Who’s this guy Nick you’re always talking about?” his father asked.
“I told you, Dad. He runs his own business here in town. Computer stuff.”
“You sure seem to be spending a lot of your free time with him, lately.”
“I’m trying to talk him into maybe letting me work for him.” For Austin, this was a daring admission, half-truth or no.
“All these nights you spend at his house, your mother and I hardly ever see you, any more.”
“Nick’s got plenty of room at his place. He doesn’t mind putting me up for the night,” Austin said, in a masterpiece of glib understatement.
“He’s not some kind of a druggie, is he? Are you two smoking dope?”
“Dad,” Austin protested. “You know me better than that! I can solemnly swear to you that Nick and I are not smoking dope.”
No, because we’re too busy sucking each other’s dicks and taking turns fucking each other! Jesus, this pretending that Nick and I are just a couple of straight buddies hanging out together is a lot of bullshit. I’m over twenty-one. So what if I’m gay? It’s not the end of the world. Maybe I should just come out, and be done with it.
“Nick, are you in love with me?” Austin asked, the next time he saw the man he was not smoking dope with.
“I don’t know.”
“Well, I guess that’s an honest answer. Not exactly the one I was hoping for, maybe, but honest.”
“Austin, I’ve been in love before. In relationships. The most recent one, it didn’t end too pleasantly.”
“Was that with another porn actor?”
“Yes, it was, as a matter of fact.”
“What happened? To make you guys break up, I mean?”
“A number of things. He was a lot more interested in the party scene than I was, for one. Oh, don’t get me wrong. I was no saint. I liked a good time as much as anybody. I liked group sex, I admit it. Still do! But it was the same old story. I wasn’t crazy about all the drug-taking that seemed to go with it, out there in LA and Frisco and places like that. And I wouldn’t fuck bareback, which earned me a reputation as a bit of a priss. Well, at least I’m still a live priss, which is more than I can say for some guys I knew from back in the old days. Let’s face it, I may be kind of a boring old homebody at heart. When I’m not working, I’m happy going to the gym, sitting around watching TV or reading a book, or playing my trumpet. Boring.”
“You could never be boring, Nick.”
“It’s nice of you to say so, Austin, but people want different things out of life, and, as we get older, we change our mind about what we want. What you think you want right now isn’t going to be what you’ll want ten or fifteen years from now.”
“It’s kind of hard for me to think that far ahead. What do you want out of life, right now, Nick?”
“Peace and quiet, a steady source of income, no major demands made on me, and a few hot men, at my beck and call. I’m not greedy, three or four such guys, at a time, will suffice. The occasional nice quiet boring orgy, in other words.”
“Oh, be serious for once. Not one special guy? In addition to the three or four hot numbers, at your beck and call?”
“That might be too much to hope for.”
“Or maybe not. I’m right here, Nick. Any time you want me.”
“Austin. I am really fond of you. I want you to believe that. Give me a little time, that’s all I ask.”
“All right. In fact, you’re going to have a few days to think things over, all by yourself, without me here to influence you either way. I’ve got a long weekend coming up, time off from work. I’m going to go down to New York City to visit a buddy of mine.”
“Oh? Well, good for you. I hope you have a good time. But I don’t recall you mentioning this buddy of yours to me before. You tend to be a little closed-mouthed about your family, let alone your friends. Tell me about this guy.”
“His name is Chad. We used to be best friends back in high school, even though we weren’t in the same class. He’s a couple of years older than me. He did a hitch in the military. Now he works for some security firm in Manhattan. You know, he guards some of those tall office buildings.”
“It sounds like the kind of side job I used to do,” Nick commented. “When are you leaving?”
“First thing Friday morning.”
“How will you get down there?”
“There’s no point in driving, because it costs a fortune to park your car in Manhattan. I’ll take the train.”
“And what do you plan to do in the city? Go out clubbing?”
“No, I’m not really into the whole club scene. I just want to hang out with Chad, do some shopping, maybe go check out a couple of bars.”
“Gay bars, or straight bars?” Nick teased.
“Straight bars, I guess, when I’m with Chad and Osvaldo. Gay bars, when I’m on my own.”
“Osvaldo? Who’s Osvaldo?”
“My friend’s army buddy. They’re roommates, share the apartment. I’ll be staying with them.”
“Oh, I see. Two former military men. Buddies. Living together. ‘Roommates’.”
“I don’t know what you’re insinuating,” Austin said, mock-haughtily. “Chad is straight, and he probably assumes I am, too. Not everybody is gay, you know. Not even everybody in Manhattan, although I will admit it almost did seem like it, the last time I was there.”
“I suppose you’re right, Austin. I suppose somebody has to take up the heterosexual slack, to ensure the survival of the species. And to provide the next generation of good-looking, sexy men. Without them, the porn industry would soon be out of business.”
“You’re incorrigible, Nick. I think you’re what’s known as a bad influence. But I’m going to miss you, these few days I’ll be away.”
“I’ll miss you, too. I’ll give you a ride to the train station, when you leave.”
“Thanks. And while I’m gone I want you to think about some of the things we’ve talked about. Because, when I come back, Nick—?”
“Yes?”
“I’ll expect an answer from you. About me working for you, yes or no. If not about other things.”
“All right. I’ll try to come to a decision, while you’re gone.”
“You do that, big guy.”
Austin also confided his plans to Steve, the next time he saw him. Steve looked thoughtful for a moment.
“I hope you and Nick work something out, Austin. I mean it.”
“Thanks, Steve. You’re a pal.”
“I try to be. Listen. I’ve thought of something. You may not have to take the train back up here. Just buy yourself a one-way ticket, for now. I think my buddy Denny is scheduled to make a run, from the Big Apple up to Albany, starting that Sunday morning. He’d be glad to give you a ride, and drop you off here on his way through.”
Austin decided to play dumb, pretending he didn’t know anything about Denny. “He’s a trucker, too?”
“Oh, yeah. Owns a nice rig. He lives in that big trailer park, about ten miles from here?”
“Oh yeah, I know that place.”
“And he’s done a couple of videos for Nick, too. With me,” Steve specified.
“Oh, really? Now you’ve gotten me really intrigued, and eager to meet this guy.”
“He’s a great guy.”
“This is a small world.”
“And shrinking all the time, thanks to the Internet. That’s how Denny and I hooked up with each other and with Nick, originally. You’ll like him.”