"Here are descriptions of the videos on demand you can pay to download," Steve said.
But there weren't just descriptions. There were galleries of still photos, and brief sample video clips which could be viewed by clicking on the appropriate play button.
Want to get a preview of my big Italian cock in action? Watch me jerk off, one of the little windows-within-the-window invited. Steve hit play, and the image of a naked and erect Nick immediately came to life. He was half-sitting, half-lying, on a rumpled bed, in a bedroom, which Austin didn't recognize. It definitely wasn't the master bedroom in Nick's house, and he grinned seductively at the camera as he played with himself. Nick kept one hand on his cock, stroking it from base to tip in a steady rhythm, while he used his other hand to stimulate his nipples, his balls, and his ass. It was quite a display, and Austin gaped at it as though hypnotized.
Steve was standing behind him now. His arms encircled Austin's body and his hands cupping his pecs. His fingers stroked the thin, sweat-dampened T-shirt over Austin's erect nipples. His manhood swelled against Austin's buttocks. Austin could feel the trucker's cock, hot and throbbing through their few clothes.
"Isn't that exciting to watch?" Steve purred, his tongue licking the inside of Austin's ear. "Isn't that Nick one hell of a stud?"
"Yeah," Austin conceded, shakily, his legs weak with lust.
"Jerking off is okay, and so is watching Nick jerk off, but it's no substitute for the real thing. Why don't we turn this off," Steve suggested, "and go upstairs? I want to make love to you again, all night long."
To be continued
About the Author
Roland Graeme, a native of Pennsylvania, resides in Buffalo, New York. He has published both erotic fiction and music criticism. His many interests include literature, history, world religions, art, and music.
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