by Rolan Graeme
Ramrod was aiming his cock at the lens of George’s camera, and he was indeed making a small production number out of the process of removing his Prince Albert and setting it aside, then putting on a rubber and slicking it up with lube.
“Get on your hands and knees, boy,” Ramrod ordered. “I’m going to take your ass!”
Austin realized that Ramrod was addressing him. Too aroused to hesitate, Austin assumed the position the biker had asked for. Denny gave him another whiff of the poppers. And then Austin felt his ass hole being invaded by Ramrod’s awe-inspiring fuck tool. It was the speed bumps all over again. Each of those metal studs running the length of Ramrod’s shaft could be felt as it passed through Austin’s taut-stretched sphincter and slid deep into his ass. The condom and the lube reduced the friction somewhat, but even so, Austin tensed his whole body and let out a yelp of surprise at the bizarre sensation.
“Christ!” he yelled. “Oh, Christ!”
And when Ramrod gripped him by his hips and actually began to thrust in and out of him, the sensation of those studs rubbing against his sphincter ring drove Austin wild.
“Fuck me!” he heard himself screaming. “Fuck my ass!”
“Yeah, boy!” Ramrod exulted. “Your hole is mine!”
Austin barely noticed that Krishna was now lying flat on his back on the bed beside them, with his legs raised and draped over Denny’s broad shoulders. Denny was kneeling on the bed, fucking Krishna up the ass, vigorously enough, if not quite as dramatically as the plowing Ramrod was giving Austin. Ramrod took Austin in one position after another, manipulating him on the bed as easily as though Austin was a large rag doll he was humping. He imitated what Krishna and Denny were doing by fucking Austin on his back. Then he stretched out on his own back and urged Austin to sit on his cock. Austin rode the full length of the biker’s erection, up and down, faster and faster. Denny removed the inhaler from around his neck and passed it around. Another hit of the amyl, and Austin lost himself in a fever of lust, the action on the bed becoming a hot blur around him.
He was vaguely aware that, as he continued to ride Ramrod’s dick in his seated position, that Steve was kneeling behind him, reaching around him and pinching his tits. Already close to coming, Austin gasped as each hard pinch on his nipples seemed to make his ass tighten and flex around the bulk of Ramrod’s deep-penetrating shaft. Krishna was still lying beside them on the bed, being fucked by Denny. The bearded blond guy reached out with one hand and closed it firmly around Austin’s cock. He began to jerk Austin off. That did it!
“Oh, Christ! I’m coming!” Austin warned.
“Bust your nut, baby,” Ramrod urged. “Spray your hot fucking scum all over me!”
Austin did so, as Steve continued to work on his tits, Ramrod continued to hump him, and Krishna’s skillful fingers milked him dry.
Denny withdrew from Krishna’s ass, peeled off his condom and tossed it aside, and then both he and Krishna began to masturbate, as they stared intently into each other’s eyes. They ejaculated simultaneously, grunting with pleasure and relief as they lost their semen.
Austin, even though he’d stopped coming himself, was still riding Ramrod’s cock.
“Don’t stop, oh don’t stop,” Austin pleaded. “Don’t stop fucking me, big man! Keep fucking me with your big, hard cock!”
“Don’t worry, pretty boy,” Ramrod growled. “You’re going to get all the fucking you want! I’m not done with you yet!”
Steve remained in place, embracing Austin behind, as Ramrod continued to jackhammer his dick up into him. Long moments passed, and Austin lost all track of time as, whimpering, he allowed Ramrod to use him. Finally, though, even the biker’s sexual stamina reached its limit.
He rolled over onto his side, easing Austin down onto the bed as well, and pulled his cock out of Austin’s ass, treating Austin to another breathtaking sphincter ring massage from his “speed bumps.” Bellowing with lust, Ramrod ripped the rubber off his prick, which he grasped in his fist. He masturbated himself savagely, as Austin once again moved quickly to position his face as close to the thick cockhead as possible. It was swollen and had turned dark purple, and Austin could see the two holes where the Prince Albert went in, gaping wide open, as was the slit in the tip of the glans. Ramrod was aiming his cock at Austin’s open, panting lips as though it was a firearm, cocked and ready to go off.
“Fuck!” the biker roared. “Fuck! I’m coming! Take it, you hot-assed little bitch! Take my come!”
Ramrod erupted, bathing Austin’s face with his semen. Thick wads flew inside Austin’s wide-open mouth and landed directly on his tongue, like so many spoonfuls of fresh, creamy yogurt. There was so much come that Austin had difficulty swallowing it all. Some of the excess escaped from between his lips and ran down his chin.
He extended his soiled tongue and lapped at Ramrod’s pierced cockhead, licking it clean. Austin may have been a newcomer to the porn industry, but he was sure he’d just participated in one hell of a visually stunning come shot.
They lay there, panting, waiting until Nick called out, “Cut!”
Ramrod leaned over and slapped Austin, none too gently, on his butt. “Nice scene, pretty boy. Not bad for a rookie!”
“Thanks,” was all that a breathless Austin was able to gasp out.
Denny smirked at Krishna as he handed the blond a towel. “Yeah, nice scene, Norbert!”
“Fuck you,” Krishna retorted, as he wiped himself off. But he returned Denny’s grin.
“Any time, baby,” Denny said. “Any time!”
Ramrod was groping about the bed, feeling the rumpled, semen-soaked rose pink sheets. “Help me find my Prince Albert, guys. It’s here somewhere.”
Austin explored, too, and suddenly his right hand, the one with Nick’s bracelet around the wrist, touched the piece of genital jewelry. “Here,” he said, handing it to Ramrod.
The biker grinned at him. “Want to put it back in for me?”
“Sure. Just show me what to do.”
Nick interrupted them. “Wait! Shoot this, George. Get a good tight close-up. It’ll make a nice clip for the website. We can use it as a promo.”
Steve, watching as Ramrod showed Austin how to insert the ring through the head of his penis, and George filmed the procedure, shook his head. “Don’t you ever think of anything besides business, Nick?”
Nick smiled. “Not when I’ve got a roomful of hot naked men and a camera at my disposal. I believe that’s what they call making hay while the sun shines. Or, in our case, making porn while the dicks are still stiff.”
Chapter Eighteen
Five Bucks For The Jizz Jar
The morning passed swiftly. Denny, to Austin’s astonishment, wanted to get fucked by Ramrod again, and the biker eagerly complied. Austin didn’t see how the two men could get it up again so soon, let alone ejaculate again, but they did, with the equally tireless George filming every detail of their no-holds-barred sex. And Austin was even more astonished when, immediately after performing with Ramrod, Denny excused himself and, standing there in front of them nude, his body dripping with sweat and semen, he pulled out his cell phone, to check in, he said, with his wife!
“She knows you’re here, and she knows what you’re doing?” Austin couldn’t help asking, after Denny had completed his conversation and hung up.
“Of course she does. We have an open marriage. We don’t keep anything from each other. After all, we’ve got so much in common. She likes guys, too,” Denny joked.
Nick took advantage of the lull in the proceedings to draw Austin aside.
“I wanted to tell you how impressed I was, by that scene you did with the other guys,” Nick told him, in a low voice. “I didn’t want to say too much in front of them, because—well, I didn’t want them to think I was singling you out for special treatment. I didn’t want to embarrass you. But you did well. Give me a kiss.”
Austin could feel himself flush with pleasure. If Nick was pleased, then he was pleased
.
Before Austin realized exactly how much time had elapsed, Nick called a break for a late lunch.
“I’m afraid we’re eating you out of house and home,” Austin commented to Steve, as they all sat down around the kitchen table.
“Nick helps me out with the groceries, on these weekends,” Steve explained. “So don’t be shy. Dig in.”
“And I save the receipts and write it off as a business expense,” Nick said.
“What about the condoms and the lube?” Denny asked. “I suppose you write them off as a business expense, too?”
Nick grinned at the trucker. “Sure. And I buy them in bulk. Wholesale.”
Denny laughed. “What an entrepreneur!”
“I’m impressed, man,” Krishna said. “I didn’t think you were smart enough to use big words like ‘entrepreneur.’ But can you spell it?”
“Shut up, Norbert,” Denny retorted, which did indeed shut Krishna up, at least for the moment.
Austin felt a need to change the subject. “Where’s this jizz jar you guys told me about?” he asked. “Does it really exist, or were you just ribbing me?”
“Oh, ye of little faith.” Steve rummaged in one of the kitchen cabinets, pulled out a glass jar which had once contained pasta sauce, and set it down on the table. Several pieces of paper money were deposited in the bottom of the jar.
“Okay, I stand corrected.” Austin extracted a five-dollar bill from his wallet. “Technically, I wasn’t scheduled to perform yet, last night, when Nick and I went to bed—”
“Oh, Nick, you horny bastard!” Denny gloated. “It sounds like Austin got more than one birthday present!”
“But fair is fair. I sort of feel obligated to pay up, now,” Austin said, as he folded the bill and dropped it into the jar.
“Think of it as our form of union dues,” Steve quipped. “Anybody else’s conscience bothering him? Want to ‘fess up?”
To Austin’s surprise, George pulled out his own wallet, counted out five one-dollar bills, and stuffed them into the jar.
“I’m not even going to ask,” Nick said.
George was actually blushing, while Ramrod had a self-satisfied smirk on his face.
“Ramrod?” Steve coached.
“Don’t look at me,” the big biker protested. “I didn’t shoot my wad last night.”
“Then explain?” Steve began to ask.
“All right, all right, already!” George exclaimed. “Enough with the interrogation! Ramrod and I were in bed together, and the son of a bitch started talking dirty to me, and he got me kind of excited so I ended up jerking off. And I let him watch. Damn! If I keep on hanging out with you guys, I’m going to turn gay.”
As the general laughter died down, a thought occurred to Austin. “But you’re the cameraman, George. You’re not a performer. So, technically, you can come as many times as you want, right?”
George. “Oh, shit. That’s right. You guys got me so flustered, I forgot about that.”
“Want to take your five bucks back?” Steve asked.
“No. Leave it. At this rate, we’ll soon have enough to buy beer.”
Nick wanted to take full advantage of the pool of performers at his disposal. The moment lunch was over, he was ready to direct another scene.
“Okay, let’s see if we can put one more in the can before we break this party up,” he urged.
“Fresh sheets on the bed?” Steve asked.
“Yeah, fresh sheets on the bed.”
“And who do you want to step up to bat, this time?” Denny asked.
Nick looked around. “It depends on who’s still good and horny. Any volunteers?”
“I’ll do it,” Krishna said. “How about me and Austin?”
“Not a bad idea,” Nick said. “Two good-looking young guys together, but no rough stuff, this time. Just lovemaking. Good, clean fun. Assuming you’re up to it, Austin?”
“Of course I’m up to it,” Austin bragged.
“I’ve got an idea, Nick,” Steve said. “Why don’t you join in? Let Austin and Krishna play around with each other for a while, and then you turn it into a threesome. Strut your stuff for the camera and show us how a real pro does it. If,” he added, slyly, “you still think you’ve got it, at your age.”
“At my age!” Nick retorted. “I’ll make you eat those words, fucker!”
“So you’ll do it?” Steve asked.
“You’re damn right I’ll do it. But don’t think I can’t see right through you. You just want me to cough up my five bucks for the jizz jar.”
“Yeah, payable in advance.” And Steve actually held his hand out, waiting until Nick handed over the five dollars.
With these preliminaries out of the way, they quickly got the “set” ready. The sheets and pillowcases, this time, had a pattern of broad blue-and-white stripes. It was Denny, who suddenly displayed a previously unsuspected flair for interior decoration, who suggested that they replace the nightstand beside the bed with an old, battered side table that was badly in need of paint. On top of this, he set an oil lamp with a tall glass chimney. As a final touch, Denny took one of the quilts which Nick and Austin had used when they’d bedded down in front of the fireplace the night before, and arranged it across the foot of the bed, so that part of it trailed down onto the floor.
“There we go,” Denny said, with satisfaction, as he observed the effect. “Your basic ‘rustic butch’ look. Now Krishna and Austin can pretend they’re a couple of farm boys who’ve just come back from plowing the north forty, so they can plow each other.”
“I’m afraid I look more like the kind of farm boy who has marijuana plants growing, indoors, under artificial lights,” Krishna said.
“Well, we’re aiming for illusion here, not reality,” Denny conceded. “Just fuck, guys, and make it hot!”
Nick intervened. “Who’s the director here, me or you?”
Denny grinned as he stepped back, out of camera range. “Sorry.”
As George started shooting, Austin and Krishna embraced and kissed, first standing in front of the foot of the bed, then sinking down onto it. They rolled back and forth across the blue-and-white stripes, kissing and fondling each other with ever-increasing urgency.
“Stand up,” Krishna suddenly demanded. “I want to suck your dick.”
Austin stood on the mattress. Krishna sank down on his knees and wrapped his arms around Austin’s waist, pulling the other young man to him. His mouth showered Austin’s belly, thighs, balls, and firm cock with hot kisses. He was moaning, and muttering something in his throat, but Austin didn’t need to know exactly what he was saying. He knew he had the guy thoroughly aroused and that soon he’d be treated to another demonstration of exactly how good at sex this totally uninhibited dude was!
“Go ahead,” Austin urged. He pushed Krishna’s face to his waiting cock. “Go ahead and suck it. I want you to.”
“Yeah,” Krishna sighed. “Hell, yeah! Anything you want, I’ll do for you, anything, buddy!”
He opened his mouth and put Austin’s cock in it. His arms tightened around the other guy. His lips slid steadily down the thick shaft until the whole of Austin’s prick was stuck in his mouth. He held it there for several moments without moving, bathing it in his saliva, his eyes wide open, his fingers digging into Austin’s naked buttocks. Then he began to suck it.
Austin took a firm grip on the other man’s head and guided it back and forth, feeding his prick into his mouth as Krishna sucked and licked him. He wanted to moan with joy! Krishna might not have been the hottest cocksucker Austin had ever met, but he was definitely a contender, ranking somewhere in the top ten! The sensation of his wet lips sliding on his shaft, his warm agile tongue stroking the full length of his dick each time Austin pumped it at his face, the pressure he was able to exert from deep down in his throat, it all combined to set Austin’s entire body ablaze with a fiery lust.
“Go on!” Austin gasped. “Take it! Take it all! Suck me off! Ram my fucking dick
all the way down your throat! Suck it!”
Krishna’s hands dug deeper into his ass cheeks. His chin was dribbling with tiny rivers of saliva as he sucked Austin’s cock harder and faster, taking the head of it all the way into his throat and half-choking himself on it.
“Go on, keep going,” Austin told him. “Suck it!” He strained closer, bending Krishna backwards as his dick continued to ram in and out of his mouth and throat. “Make me come. Suck me until I come.”
Krishna grunted louder. The grunt was more eloquent than words. That was what he obviously wanted, all right, Austin’s hot load of come blasting into his throat.
“Oh fuck, eat it,” Austin moaned. “Eat that dick of mine, eat it all!”
Krishna began to experiment, reaching up to play with Austin’s nipples, then using one hand to press between his buttocks and finger his ass hole and tickle his balls as he blew the other young man. Back and forth Austin pumped at his face, his cock driving like a pneumatic drill between Krishna’s lips. Krishna seemed to really get off on it. He obviously liked to be treated rough, to be dominated during sex by the force of a stronger man’s body and the throbbing need imprisoned within his cock.
Austin wondered if this was what Krishna had done for Nick, too, not in front of a camera, but in the privacy of Nick’s bedroom, when, by his own admission, he’d made a play for Nick. Krishna had probably let Nick shove that big prick of his in his mouth and then begged him for even more, letting Nick ram his hot dick down his throat and ultimately choke him with his spurts of sperm.
Jealousy acted as a spur to Austin’s lust. Just the thought of it, the mental image of his lover feeding this hungry cocksucker his load, brought Austin to the crisis. His hard young body tensed, glistening with sweat in the hot glare of the lights, and he shoved Krishna’s mouth all the way down on his cockshaft. Austin gasped as he began to shoot off in his fellow performer’s incredibly hot, wet mouth. The bursts of semen came hard and fast, like liquid bullets driving straight down the cocksucker’s eager throat.
At the last moment, though, Austin remembered to need for a come shot. Grabbing a fistful of Krishna’s sweat-soaked long blond hair, he yanked the guy’s mouth off his dick, which he wiped back and forth over Krishna’s face as it continued to unload. He coated Krishna’s face with his semen, and he could tell, from the way George moved in close behind him, that the camera man was capturing it all.