Youre So Unromantic

by Roland Graeme

  Austin's immense prick bored deep into his butt, reaming it out as all of his potent young manhood quickly lodged itself firmly inside Steve's hungry anus. Austin slid in and out of his host's hospitable ass hole repeatedly, his cock moving easily between those experienced anal muscles and membranes that alternately tended to grip and massage his dick, and relaxed to let it push deep into them and fill Steve's guts completely with hard young cock.

  Austin touched Steve's highly responsive prostate repeatedly as the other guy's anal canal constricted around his fuck tool harder, more possessively. With each new thrust, the walls of his rectum drew tightly together until they fit as snugly as a second condom over the plunging cockshaft, pulsating around each lusty stroke and clinging to the steadily fucking penis at each withdrawal, yielding to each ruthlessly renewed penetration as if possessed of a will of their own.

  Steve's narrow hips swiveled freely to increase the grinding friction that was exhilarating both men as their bodies banged together in joyous, uninhibited union. That throbbing phallic piston of Austin's coupled them together in a tight, hot bond of the flesh as his tireless thrusts went on and on, with a truly mechanical, reliable regularity--

  steady, certain, coaxing Steve closer and closer to a second riotous explosion of semen. Austin's loins ached painfully with his need to empty his overloaded nuts deep into the receptacle of Steve's ass, yet he was reluctant to bring himself off because he knew that would mean ending this highly pleasurable agony and suspense.

  Inevitably, though, their prolonged morning fuck had to come to its end. A vast shudder ripped through Steve's body as he shot off, helplessly, his mouth opening in a hoarse gasp of orgasmic excitement as he tensed up all over, impaled on that relentlessly stroking prick that was ready to burst inside him and relieve both men of their accumulated sexual tensions.

  "Oh, yeah," Steve growled from between clenched teeth, closing his eyes and surrendering completely to the delicious sensation of this supreme moment of ejaculatory bliss. "You really know how to fuck! Fuck me hard, Austin, I'm coming again! Now! I'm coming right now, my hot jizz is flying all over the fucking bed! Oh, man! Shoot off in me! Let's get our rocks off together this time. Come in me, blast your hot load right up my ass, lose your fucking wad. Oh, Christ! Yeah! I can feel it, I can feel your dick shaking inside me while you come! I'm coming, you fucker, with your big hard prick up my ass, I'm coming and coming,!"

  His body exploded in ecstasy as a volcanic eruption of seething semen boiled over deep in Austin's balls, shot up through his penis, and burst into the reservoir tip of the rubber that encased it. The recipient of the fuck grunted hoarsely as his ass tightened involuntarily around Austin's spurting cock, which was now stabbed up into his ass hole so fiercely that Steve expected the impetus of each thrust to push him right through the mattress! Moaning, laughing, sobbing with relief and from the overpowering pleasure of having come so hard, Steve collapsed, letting the other stud's huge instrument of lust plunge between his buttocks and sink deep into his rectum again and again, as it continued to fill the condom with its sperm.

  Then Steve heard from somewhere down between his parted legs, a loud, fierce, and very animalistic growl of lust. It wasn't coming from Austin, this time!

  "Shit!" Austin choked in mid-thrust, breaking off with a loud groan of pleasure as his emptying prick slipped all the way up Steve's ass hole with a lewd suctioning noise, the taut-stretched latex of the condom actually squeaking as it rubbed against Steve's sphincter ring. "Steve, your fucking cat is up here on the bed with us again, and she's licking my balls while I come in your ass! And fuck, that tongue of hers is like wet sandpaper scraping against my nuts!

  "Aw, she doesn't mean any harm," Steve said, blithely. "She's just doing what she's seen me doing." As he spoke, he tightened every anal muscle at his disposal to keep Austin's cock trapped up his ass, and he laughed when his efforts, and the cat's, were rewarded by a second, louder, helpless groan of orgasmic excitement from his humpy young fucker. "I've got her well trained, don't I?" Steve taunted, as Austin fucked him through their mutual orgasms with maniacal force.

  "Bitch! Bitch! Son of a bitch!" Austin shouted. It wasn't clear whether he was addressing Steve or the cat, or both.

  Later, as the two naked men lay in each other's arms, getting their breath back after their erotic frenzy, Steve watched the cat energetically licking Austin's sweaty torso with her extended pink tongue.

  "She's hungry, poor baby," Steve said, feeling guilty for neglecting the beast while indulging his own baser passions. "I'd better haul my whorey ass out of this bed and go feed her before she takes a bite out of one of us."

  "I'm hungry, too," Austin complained.

  "No wonder, after the workout we had, on and off all night long. Come on, I'll make us breakfast. No, don't bother about your clothes. I think we left them all downstairs, anyway. Come down naked."

  "All right." Austin gave Steve a quick hug, licking one of his swollen brown nipples, before kissing him on the lips and finally allowing him to get out of the bed.

  Downstairs in the kitchen, Austin watched as Steve dumped a can of cat food into the cat's dish and she began to gobble it up, now blissfully oblivious to the two naked men's presence.

  "Where's the other one?" Austin asked, as Steve got busy, setting a frying pan on one of the burners on the stove.

  "Probably tomcatting around somewhere outside, to the extent that a neutered male can tomcat around," Steve joked.

  "What're their names, anyway?"

  "I'm embarrassed to admit they really don't have names. I just call 'em 'Hey, Cat!' I got them from the animal shelter. That's why they're both neutered. I keep them around to scare the mice away. Scrambled eggs and bacon okay?"

  "Perfect."

  "I'll make us some pancakes, too."

  "Marry me," Austin pleaded. "I love a man who can cook. I'm lousy at it, myself."

  When the food was ready, they sat opposite each other at the kitchen table, both unself-consciously naked, and drank coffee and orange juice while they ate.

  "Have you given any more thought to what we talked about last night?" Steve asked, mumbling a little because he had a mouthful of pancake. "You know, before we went to bed?"

  "I haven't had a chance to think about much of anything, except how hot you are," Austin said.

  "Thanks. But, seriously…what about you and Nick?"

  Austin sighed. "I just don't know, Steve." He stuffed his mouth with another forkful of bacon.

  He and Steve had, as things turned out, enjoyed quite an interesting evening together, if not entirely in the way Austin had anticipated. He liked being in the other man's company, even out of bed. Over dinner, they'd talked, getting to know one another.

  "What do you want to do, now?" Steve had asked, as Austin insisted on helping him clear the kitchen table, and wash and dry the dishes. "Go out somewhere for a drink?"

  "Not really, if you don't mind. I'd almost rather stay here with you, and make it an early night," Austin said, suggestively.

  Steve smiled at him. "Sounds like a plan. But we have to do something between now and bedtime. You're my guest, after all, and it's my duty to entertain you."

  "I'm easy to entertain."

  "Want to watch a movie?" Steve asked.

  "Sure."

  "Okay. You go into the living room and pick something out. I'll get us a couple of beers."

  In the living room, Austin examined his host's collection of DVDs, arranged on a shelf beside the flat wide-screen TV and Steve's audio equipment. There was a preponderance of action movies and thrillers, which was fine with Austin.

  Steve joined him, and handed him a beer. "Find anything you like?"

  "I'm having trouble deciding." A sudden thought struck Austin. "Hey, do you have any porn?"

  Steve laughed. "Of course. I usually bring a guy here, get him drunk, show him some really hot porn to make sure he's good and horny, and then take him upstairs. We seem to have reversed my usu
al procedure! Look in that bookcase, behind the sliding doors."

  Austin looked. This was more like it! Steve owned an impressive array of DVDs with titles on their spines that made it blatantly obvious they were sexually explicit in nature.

  "Oh, wow. This is quite a collection."

  "We have a famous porn star living right here in the area now, you know," Steve remarked, casually.

  "I know," Austin replied automatically. He could feel himself starting to blush, and he took a quick swig to cool himself off.

  "You do?"

  "Sure. A guy named Nick. Runs his own business, designing websites and doing other computer stuff? Plays the trumpet? Is that who you mean?"

  "Yeah. You've met him?"

  "Sure. I've, uh, tricked with him, as a matter of fact."

  Steve laughed. "So have I. Small world. Nick's a hot guy, isn't he? But he's really down-to-earth, too. Nothing stuck-up about him. I like him."

  "So do I." Emboldened by Steve's matter-of-fact tone of voice, Austin asked, "Do you have any of his videos?"

  "Sure. Haven't you ever seen Nick in action?"

  "Not on film," Austin joked. "Only in person."

  "Well, you're in for a treat. Get comfortable, there on the couch."

  As Austin did so, Steve chose a DVD, removed the disc from the case, and loaded it into the player.

  It took a moment for something Steve had said to really sink in. Steve had tricked with Nick! Thinking about that, picturing the two men together, in his imagination, he felt a strange mixture of jealousy and excitement.

  "Do you want to know how Nick and I met?" Steve asked. "I knew him from his videos, of course. Then, one day, I'm walking down the street right here in town, minding my own business when I see this hot-looking number walking toward me on the sidewalk. He sort of smiled at me, not quite cruising me, just being friendly, and as he passed me, I almost dislocated my neck from swiveling it around to get another look at him. Then I recognized him. 'Oh my God, it's you!' I blurted out. He stopped, turned around, and said, Yeah, I'm afraid it is me! with that sexy grin of his plastered all over his face. And we ended up having coffee together, in that place where he goes to play sometimes, on open mic night. "

  "Well, that's a coincidence. The coffee shop is where I met Nick, too."

  "We didn't actually trick that first time we met, believe it or not. I certainly wanted to. I think Nick had an appointment. He gave me his business card, but before I could work up enough nerve to call him, we happened to run into each other at The Driveshaft. That time, I wasn't about to let him get away. I brought him back here and we fucked all night long. God, I couldn't believe I was actually in bed with Niccolo Grandi, the porn star! I never came so hard in my life."

  Steve had a rather dreamy look on his face, as he reminisced.

  Austin suffered another pang of jealousy, but suppressed it as best as he could.

  "Let me see the box," Austin asked, as Steve sat down beside him. Silently, Steve gave the DVD case to him, and silently, Austin scrutinized it. The title was Muscle Fever, and the cover featured a photo of a somewhat younger-looking but still instantly recognizable Nick. Naked, of course, and flaunting that equally recognizable erection of his.

  "Nick has two scenes in this one," Steve said, with a smile. "I'll cue directly to the first one." He pressed a couple of buttons on the DVD player's remote control, and Austin watched, eagerly, as the screen came to life.

  The video had obviously been made on the premises of an actual commercial gym, no doubt made available to the film crew for its purposes. The place was well-equipped with state-of-the-art workout equipment. There was a token plot of sorts, which Austin couldn't quite follow, since they'd jumped directly to the start of a scene. Even though Austin had anticipated seeing Nick in the video, he was still startled by his first sight of Nick's face and body on the screen.

  There was Nick, in a porno film! Nick, the man Austin had tricked with. Austin was still having trouble thinking of the man he'd met and slept with as Niccolo Grandi, his professional name. He was playing the part of a gym employee, a personal trainer. Wearing tight-fitting gym shorts, a tank top, training shoes, and white athletic socks, he was busy putting a fellow actor who was portraying a member of the gym, through his workout routine. Nick's muscular co-star hardly looked as though he was in any need of physical conditioning. He was an undeniably attractive stud, but Austin wasn't particularly interested in him. Austin couldn't take his eyes away from Nick!

  The Nick of today, the man he'd met that night in the coffee shop, was handsome and sexy, all right. But the younger Nick, caught on film, was a god, almost a creature from another world, so buffed and tanned and perfectly proportioned that he seemed to have little in common with lesser mortals.

  "How long ago was this made?" Austin asked.

  "About ten years ago. You have to admit Nick's held up really well, hasn't he?"

  "He sure has."

  "Personally, I think he's even better looking now. I like my men on the mature side. No offense, Austin. I don't mean to imply you're in any way immature."

  "No offense taken." Austin, in fact, had to agree with Steve. There was something almost unreal about the bodily perfection of the man performing on the screen. It occurred to Austin that the porn video was a weird form of immortality. Nick would age and change, like other men. But Niccolo Grandi, his alter ego, was preserved there on the DVD and would never grow old. His sexual desirability would never diminish.

  Evidently tired of working out, Nick and his co-star were now making out, right there in the main exercise area of the gym, surrounded by the workout machines and the racks of free weights. Austin consulted the back of the DVD box, which contained small photos of all of the cast members, with captions identifying them. Nick's partner in this scene billed himself as Jon D'Eau.

  "Jon D'Eau!" Austin scoffed. "Pun intended, I assume. Real subtle."

  "You can't expect these guys to use their real names," Steve pointed out. "At least it beats something like Rock Hard or Max Bigg. And don't knock it. Jon D'Eau is a well-known porn star. He's made dozens of videos."

  "It's funny, though, I don't recognize the name. Never heard of the guy, before now."

  "You hadn't heard of Niccolo Grandi until fairly recently, remember?" Steve reminded him. "And, anyway," he added, sounding rather pensive, "maybe I should've said D'Eau used to be a big star. I haven't noticed him doing anything in the past couple of years."

  "I wonder what happened to him?"

  Steve shrugged. "Who knows? Maybe he's dead, or he got religion, or he's found himself a rich boyfriend, or he's retired from porn and is driving a truck," he suggested, with a laugh. "I'll have to ask Nick about his old buddy Jon, the next time I talk to him. Come on, let's watch the movie. If you've never seen Nick or Jon in action, you're in for a real treat, seeing both of them at once, getting it on together."

  Austin had continued to watch the screen during their conversation, but now both men returned their full concentration to the filmed proceedings. The plot, such as it was, was moving briskly along. Having completed his workout, Mr. D'Eau stood up and stretched, his gym shorts exposing his massively chiseled thighs, his gray T-shirt wet with sweat under the arms and down the front and back. He moved closer to Nick, and a far-from-subtle look of desire and invitation crossed his face as he gazed at him. Nick returned the look, with interest!

  Austin sat back and concentrated on the two actors' dialogue exchanges, which were accompanied by intense, sexually suggestive facial expressions and smiles.

  * * * *

  "How'd that feel?" Nick asked.

  "Fine," Jon replied, stepping still closer to Nick, until he was standing behind him, his thigh pressing against Nick's buttock. "But now I do feel kind of stiff," he added, with unmistakable innuendo.

  "We're going to have to do something to take care of that." Nick held his ground against the pressure of the male hardness of the other guy's leg. Then Jon's hand dropped l
ightly down onto the jut of Nick's hip, bringing the two men's bodies even closer together. Nick leaned back against him, twisting his head back and looking up into his eyes.

  Jon moved his hand to Nick's bare shoulder then slid it down until it cupped his pectoral muscle, the palm pressing against Nick's tit through his tank top. He manipulated the nipple between his thumb and forefinger for a moment as he lowered his head and nuzzled Nick's shoulder and neck.

  Nick pushed his ass cheeks back into Jon's crotch, accepting the hot thrust of his jockstrap-sheathed cock between his thighs in a frantic, furtive dance of desire. Pleasure suffused Nick's face as his nipple responded to the pressure of the other man's hand over it, and with a very sexy-sounding moan, turned in Jon's arms, drawing his nipples across his shirt front like a stiff pencil writing out his lust. He pressed himself to the hard, muscular length of Jon's body, grinding his crotch against Jon's, smiling invitingly as he felt Jon's instant male response …with his eyes and his smile, Nick made it clear that Jon could have him right then and there, fuck him on the gym floor, if he wanted to.

  "He's a good actor," Steve commented. "One of the ones who's sexy even when he still has his clothes on."

  "Yeah," Austin had to agree.

  But this was a porn film, after all, so it wasn't much longer before the two actors began to shed their gym attire, piece by piece. Open-mouthed kissing, accompanied by mutual masturbation, quickly led to the two men taking turns going down on each other's cocks, the camera moving in to capture every nuance of the cock sucking in tight close-up shots. This action was, inevitably, followed by rimming, and when Jon's agile tongue attacked Nick's ass hole, Austin realized something looked rather odd about Nick's body when he dropped his shorts and wriggled out of his jockstrap. It wasn't just that Nick's buffed body was tanned all over, with no tan lines. He didn't have a hint of excess body hair, not only on his chest, shoulders, back, and legs, but on his buttocks and in the crack of his ass! Even his puckered sphincter muscle, which Jon was licking so hungrily at the moment, was surrounded by sleek, hairless tanned skin!