“I can see Nick’s taught you a few things,” Jon observed.
“Let’s not talk about Nick right now.”
“Yeah, that might be a deal-breaker, huh?”
“Nick isn’t here. You and I are.”
“And we might as well take advantage of the fact, is that it? Alright. Get those goddamn clothes of yours, off,” Jon breathed against Austin’s mouth as he broke the kiss. “I want to see your cock, and I want to see you. Naked. Kissing and groping and rolling around in bed, was the way I believe you put it? So let’s fuck, buddy. Let’s fuck like men do.”
Austin stripped, then let himself be drawn toward Jon’s bed. Jon sat on the mattress and spread his legs, urging Austin to kneel down on the floor between them. Austin dipped his head to look closely at the other man’s cock. Jon’s prickhead was so close to his mouth that he could have touched it with his tongue, but he was too petrified to move.
The penis looked so big, so awesome in its mature length and thickness! His mouth was burning for the taste of that cock, but he was afraid. He lusted to put his mouth on it, to suck it, to taste the hot fluid trapped inside it, but his fear of not being able to handle that huge hard thing without gagging on its bulk was momentarily greater than his desire.
“I—I don’t know, man,” he said in a hoarse whisper. “It’s even bigger than Nick’s. I don’t know if I can take it all!”
“Go ahead,” Jon encouraged him, pulling again on the back of his neck. “Just put the head inside your mouth. I bet you can take at least that much, easily.” He seemed to understand the other guy’s timidity and was prodding him just enough to give him courage without frightening him off.
He could easily have rammed his prick into Austin’s mouth and forced him to suck it, but he knew it would be better if his playmate took it willingly. “Don’t be scared. You can handle it.”
“I never sucked one this big before,” Austin confessed. “That dude Ramrod’s, maybe. I don’t know if I can take it all!”
Jon laughed softly and stroked the hair on the back of Austin’s neck. “It’s a lot like starting a career in the sex industry. You’ll be surprised how easy it is once you get started!” His hand urged Austin’s head forward again, and this time Austin moved with it.
He reached for the other man’s hips and gripped them tightly with both hands. His lips touched the head of the other guy’s big cock and parted. His tongue licked out timidly and tasted the spongy hardness of the flesh.
“Suck it,” Jon moaned. “Please, Austin, please suck me. Just a little, baby. Just take the head of my prick in your mouth and slurp on it a little. I’m so hard up! I want to feel you hot, sweet mouth on my dick so bad!”
Austin’s mouth widened and with a faint moan, leaned over beside the bed on his knees and recklessly gorged his mouth with hard cock. He gagged at first and tried to pull back, but Jon’s hands stroked his neck tenderly and urged him onto it again. This time, he took just the cockhead into his mouth and licked at it until he was used to the sheer size and the salty taste of it. His fingers tightened on Jon’s hips as he moved his head closer, taking more of the cock inside his mouth.
It was so thick and stiff that his lips were stretched all the way open around the shaft, and inside his mouth. He could barely move his tongue on it, but he began to rock his head back and forth, working the swollen prick between his lips, forcing himself to take more of it each time he pushed his face forward.
Jon’s legendary cock was so big it was impossible for a relatively inexperienced cocksucker like Austin, who’d thought Nick’s hefty endowment, or Ramrod’s pierced fuck tool, was enough of an oral and anal challenge. That was until this moment as he tried to get all of it comfortably into his mouth. He felt the cockhead pushing down his throat and he gagged again, backed off an inch or two, and began to suck on as much of the length of it as he could handle.
His tongue fluttered up and down the shaft while his lips continued to ease it in and out of his mouth. His hands moved around Jon’s body until they clenched the hard cheeks of his ass. He felt the buttocks moving as Jon slowly humped his pelvis back and forth, feeding his prick into Austin’s mouth in counterpoint to the bobbing of his head. His senses were reeling dizzily as he sucked faster and faster, and Jon continued pumping cock at his face.
Jon’s hand touched Austin’s arm and pulled it away from his ass, forcing it down to Austin’s lap.
“I’m going to come soon, if you keep that up,” Jon told him, his voice hoarse with excitement. “Jerk off, Austin. I want you to come with me. I want to see your jism fly out of your big cock while I shoot my load down your hot cocksucking throat!”
Austin quickly grasped his own swollen member and began to masturbate frenziedly as he sucked even harder, wild with the thought that he would soon be taking Jon’s semen into his mouth, tasting it, swallowing it. He wondered what it would taste like, if he would be able to swallow it without choking on it, but the question was soon put to the test, for suddenly Jon began to gasp and both of his hands dug into Austin’s shoulders as he rammed his hips forward to fuck the young stud’s face even more savagely!
His dick burst in his eager young cocksucker’s mouth with the force of a hose spurting high-pressured water out of its nozzle. Wad after wad of his thick cream squirted into Austin’s throat. The force of it and the strange taste of the scum was all it took to trigger Austin’s own ejaculation.
He felt his semen squirting high into the air, shooting onto Jon’s legs and the floor and the mattress and dribbling over his tightly clenched, still pumping fist, while still sucking on the man’s meat, as Jon gave him more and more sperm to swallow until it seemed he would never stop coming!
When at last he did, Austin was reluctant to take his mouth off the guy’s cock. As it began to go limp, he took more of it between his lips, until they were pressed flush against the thick wreath of hair of its base. Only when Jon’s hands on his shoulders gently pushed him away did Austin let go of the biggest dick he’d ever sucked, a dick belonging to a man who was the idol and the fantasy sex object of countless admirers.
He looked up dazedly into Jon’s handsome, grinning face, and felt tears of sexual release and happiness brimming in his eyes.
“That was kind of intense,” he admitted.
“Yeah, wasn’t it?” Jon agreed. “So, how’d I stack up, compared to Nick? Am I as good as he is, or am I better?”
Before an embarrassed Austin could reply, Jon let him off the hook. “It’s an unfair question, I know. I was just trying to rattle your cage. Sorry. Now come on,” Jon added, with a laugh. “We’d better get cleaned up.”
“No, not yet, man.” Austin moaned, hugging Jon’s legs and pressing his face into the big man’s warm, sweaty groin. “Let me suck you some more. Now that I’ve gotten the hang of having your cock in my mouth, I want to practice!”
Jon laughed. “It’s too bad it’s just the two of us here. If we had Nick, or some other third guy, to work the camera, then we might really end up with something hot captured on video. Oh well, let’s think of this as a sort of undress rehearsal, in case you do decide to start making porn for Nick.” He reached for Austin and drew him against his muscular body in a tight embrace.
They spent most of the next hour in bed until Jon pointed out that dinner was likely to be almost ready.
“I suppose we might as well get dressed for dinner,” Jon joked, when they finally did call it quits, and dragged their butts out of bed.
Jon went to check on the meal, and reported that he’d taken the main course out of the oven and was allowing it to cool for a few minutes, before it would be ready to be served. At Jon’s suggestion, they showered together, which Austin found a delightfully sensual experience. He made a mental note to himself to insist to Nick that he and Nick start doing that!
After the meal, they were standing in front of the kitchen sink together, washing and drying the dishes, when Jon turned and looked at Austin a bit hesitantly.
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br /> “Can I ask you a favor, Austin?”
“Of course.”
“Could I maybe borrow your car for a couple of hours tonight?”
“Sure. What are you up to, if you don’t mind my asking? Don’t tell me you have a date. I didn’t think you knew anybody here in town except me and Nick.”
“I don’t. But I saw they’re holding an AA meeting in one of the churches downtown, so I thought I’d go.”
“Oh.” Belatedly, Austin realized that he’d never seen Jon take an alcoholic drink. Now he knew why. “The other night, Jon, when I took a beer out of the fridge and I asked you if you wanted one, why didn’t you say anything?”
“I did say something. I said, No, thanks. That’s how it works. I’m responsible for myself. I don’t expect other people to tippy-toe around me, acting as though I might fall apart at the slightest provocation.”
“Well, in that case, of course you can have my car. Unless you’d like me to come along with you?”
“Thanks for offering, but frankly, sometimes it’s easier for me to talk to complete strangers, about certain things than it is to people I already know. Plus it’s a lot cheaper than therapy. I did try that, once. I ended up screwing the therapist. Not very professional, on his part. He was one of those sexy little intellectual types—you know, looked like a college professor, with the tweed jackets worn over plaid cashmere sweaters, and the horn-rimmed eyeglasses? I will admit that, once he took the glasses off and you got him going in bed, he was really wild.” Jon paused to reflect. “Come to think of it, we never actually made it to bed. We always did it on the couch the patients were supposed to lie on, in his office. I wonder if any of his other clients ever suspected what went on on that couch.”
“Okay, Jon, now that you’ve got my curiosity piqued, I have to ask. Did he still charge you for your sessions, after the two of you started getting it on?”
“He started paying me. He became one of my clients. I’m not sure which of us was the therapist, at that point, and which was the one receiving the therapy. It was kind of a fucked up arrangement, which probably didn’t do me any good in the long run. But the sex was great while it lasted.”
Austin had to laugh. “Jon, I suspect that when you’re involved, the sex is always great.”
“Flatterer. But thanks for the compliment.”
Jon changed his clothes. “I always try to make myself presentable when I’m going to meet my public,” he joked.
Austin sensed that Jon was a little nervous. He gave Jon his car keys.
“Thanks, Austin. Oh, and don’t wait up for me. I may be late. The meetings don’t necessarily last very long, but sometimes a smaller group will go out for coffee, afterward.”
Austin went to bed early, in Nick’s bedroom, in Nick’s bed. It seemed odd, having an entire, empty house to himself, if only for a few hours. It seemed even odder to be in Nick’s bed, without Nick.
He tried to distract himself by examining the copies of the porno magazines that Jon had given him. The photographs of naked men fucking and sucking in every conceivable position and combination gave Austin a rip-roaring hard-on. He squirmed naked on his bed, fighting the urge to masturbate himself to orgasm to relieve his growing erotic tension.
But he wanted to save his sperm for Jon, that is, if he could somehow entice the other man into going to bed with him again, which didn’t seem outside the range of possibilities.
He examined the German magazine at greater length, trying to puzzle his way through the interview with Jon.
Was macht dich geil? the interviewer asked. Austin drew upon his high school German, and, guessing from the context that geil meant horny or aroused, was able to translate the question as What makes you horny?or What turns you on?
Ein behaarter Muskelmann mit einem grossen Schwanz, Jon replied. Austin didn’t have too much trouble figuring that one out. A hard-bodied muscle man with a big dick.There was more to the world than New York State, but obviously gay men were gay men, and had a lot in common, no matter what their nationality.
Bist du top oder bottom? That one was easy. Are you a top or a bottom?
Ich bin beides. Aktiv und passiv. Mag Küssen, Kuscheln, Blaser oder Ficken. Austin translated this declaration of Jon’s as I’m both. Active and passive. I enjoy kissing, cuddling, sucking, and fucking.
As the interview continued, Austin began to feel a little lost, although the accompanying, highly explicit photos of Jon and his co-stars in action helped to fill some of the linguistic gaps.
Was denkst du über die deutsche Pornoszene? In other words, What do you think of the German porn scene ?
Alles was ich bis jetzt gesehen habe, was ziemlich gut gemacht. Which Austin was able to translate as, Everything I’ve seen so far, has been very well organized.
Austin’s thoughts wandered, and he forgot about his language lesson as he stared at the cover photos of the other porno magazines still strewn across his bed. The covers, of course, all featured Jon, multiple images of whom seemed to be looking back at him.
Hot, such a hot man! No wonder his movies are so popular. No wonder guys are willing to pay to have sex with him. And I got it for free. I guess I ought to be grateful, but once definitely wasn’t enough. I want to get it on with the dude again!
At last, worn out by a combination of anxiety and horniness, Austin turned out the light and fell asleep.
A warm, sweaty hand pressed against his cheek, stroking it lightly, had awakened him and he stifled the instinctive yelp of surprise and fear which sprang to his lips.
“Shush,” Jon whispered reassuringly, as he took his hand away from Austin’s face, making Austin sit up on the bed, naked.
Jon hadn’t turned the light on, but the alarm clock beside the bed read two AM, and enough moonlight penetrated the window curtains to enable Austin to make Jon out. He was dressed.
“Did you just get in?” Austin asked, groggily.
“What are you…my father?” Jon teased him. “I got back a couple of hours ago. I looked in on you, but you were out like a light. Here are your car keys. Thanks. I filled up the gas tank on my way back here.”
“You didn’t have to do that, Jon.”
“I try not to be a free-loader. Not with my friends, at least. When I’m with a john, that’s different. Then I tend to take those guys for everything I can get out of them. It’s one of the things I needed to talk to somebody about, tonight.”
“And did you? Talk about it, I mean? How was the meeting?”
“It was good. But I drank too much of that free coffee they always have brewing. It was strong, too. Went right through me. I had to make one pit stop at the gas station, and then another one here, after I did my bed check on you and started getting ready for bed myself. I’m sorry I woke you up, but I couldn’t sleep with all that caffeine in my system.”
“That’s all right, Jon.”
“There was another reason I couldn’t seem to fall asleep. It was kind of lonely, down the hall, in that big bed Nick uses for his shoots.”
“It’s funny you should say that. I was thinking the same thing myself, earlier. There’s plenty of room right here in this bed.”
“You miss Nick, don’t you?”
“Yeah.”
“So do I. I’m not suggesting that I can take his place, but he did ask me to look after you, while he was away.”
“Oh, he did, did he? Funny, he told me to do the same for you.”
“That’s Nick for you. He’s so fucking self-reliant that he thinks everybody else is totally helpless compared to him.”
Austin pulled the covers aside, and shifted his position on the bed, making room for Jon. “Come on,” he invited. “Hop in.”
“Fair warning, Austin,” Jon said, as he moved closer to the bed. “I may want to do more than just sleep with you. You’re such a good-looking guy, so sexy. I like you. I may not be able to control myself.”
“Who’s asking you to control yourself? I like you, too.”
“Christ, I’m horny,” Jon admitted. “It wasn’t just the coffee that kept me awake. It was thinking about you, how sexy you looked lying there fast asleep. I kept tossing and turning in bed with this big hard-on, thinking about you.”
He was already stripping off his T-shirt, then his pants. When he was naked, he grinned at Austin, almost wolfishly. “Did those magazines give you any ideas, buddy?”
“Plenty,” Austin admitted, as he stared at the man who now stood nude beside his bed, so tantalizingly within easy reach.
Jon’s cock was fully erect, and gleamed wet at its tip with leaking jism. He lifted one arm over his head, and sniffed his armpit.
“God, I smell a little musky,” he reported. “Maybe I should’ve hit the shower before I went to bed. Maybe I’d better jump in the shower first, now.”
“No, don’t bother,” Austin said excitedly. “I don’t mind. I kind of like it when a man smells like a man.”
“Yeah, why should we fight it? It’s the sweat of arousal, kid, the stink of sex. You may as well get used to it! If you’re going to be a big hot-shot porno star like me some day, you’ll have to develop a tolerance for other guys’ funk. Especially when you and a bunch of other guys are all piled up together in a gangbang scene.”
“Why don’t you be a one-man gangbang tonight, Jon,” Austin invited the other man, “and gangbang me, right now?”
“Fuck, yeah!” Jon exclaimed. He embraced Austin violently, pushing him down on the bed, rolling on top of him, growling with animalistic lust.
Austin’s own cock, still semi-erect, swelled into painful rigidity at once, and he could feel his heart trip-hammering madly inside his chest as he writhed against the other man’s hot, damp flesh. Austin had rarely been this aroused, this hot for sex, in his life!
Except with Nick. But Nick isn’t here. And Jon is!
“I can’t wait,” Jon moaned against his mouth, between frantic, tongue-stabbing kisses. “You’ve gotten me just too damn turned on. I have to fuck you!” He seized a condom packet, tore it open, extracted the rubber, and unrolled it down over his cock, inch by inch. Then he squeezed a generous amount of lubricant into his palm and massaged it over the latex-sheathed monstrosity with which he was threatening to fuck Austin, who stared at the massive erection in wide-eyed apprehension.
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