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You're So Unromantic
Nick Grandiforte finds that winding down his career as a porn actor isn't so easy, after all. Moving to a small town has made Nick's life less complicated. But he hadn't counted on meeting Austin, a local boy who will do anything to win Nick as a lover--including working in the adult entertainment industry himself. Nick doesn't want Austin to make the mistakes Nick has made in his own life. But it's hard for Nick to discourage Austin--or to keep an emotional distance between the two of them--when the action, on camera and off, is so intense.
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You're So Unromantic
Copyright © 2011 Roland Graeme
ISBN: 978-1-55487-956-4
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You're So Unromantic
Part One
By
Roland Graeme
T.S.
Part One
Prologue
Wind-driven rain beat against the bedroom windowpanes in a steady drumming sound. The interior of the room was warm and dry, however, and silent except for the slow, steady breathing of its occupant. He was a young man, sprawled naked on the broad double bed, sunk in his dreams, his hard-muscled body vividly outlined against the mussed white sheets. He was slumped flat on his back with his thick thighs spread, his dark tousled head pressed into the pillow, and his left arm flung out as though to embrace the empty side of the bed, where a depression in the mattress and the strong curves formed by the rumpled sheets betrayed the fact that another warm, naked body had been lying there only a few minutes previously.
The sleeper's handsome, still slightly boyish, features, relaxed in sleep, were set in a dreamy smile. A dark down of hair covered not only his chest, with its heavy pectoral mounds and broad brown nipples, but also his flat stomach and powerful legs, the hair growing more densely in the V-shape of his naked crotch. His long, limp penis sagged in a deep sleep of its own, lying snugly between the smooth curve of one thigh and the relaxed, low-dangling scrotal sac that held his weighty balls.
The young man was dreaming, in confused yet heated and arousing images, about sex--specifically about the vigorous and prolonged sexual romp that had taken place in the very bed he was sleeping in during the night before. With a faint moan, the sleeping stud bit his full lower lip. Then, with his breath coming more rapidly and deeply now, he rolled onto his side, his arm sliding down his torso, over his hip, along the lower curve of his belly until his fingers brushed through the dark bush of pubic hair that sprouted just above the thick root of his awakening cock.
He was getting hard as the increasingly explicit images of hot, sweaty couplings flashed through the innermost recesses of his brain and stimulated his body as well. His fat, uncircumcised cock began to thicken and throb with urgency as it wobbled gradually up into standing position, sagging only slightly now from its own hefty weight as it pointed away from his body and trembled perceptibly in mid-air.
The young man let out a sigh of pleasure. Shifting his position to make himself more comfortable, he allowed his exploring hand to caress and stroke the lengthening, swelling rod in a gesture well remembered from his precocious and horny adolescence. This was by no means unfamiliar to him even now that he was a grown man and kept himself busy with more sophisticated methods of erotic gratification with a variety of partners. One special one in particular. He gasped and a slight dew of sweat broke out all over his naked body. His warm hand, the pads of its fingers calloused and toughened by manual labor, now closed into a loose fist around his turgid penis, and began to masturbate that fully-rigid prong in earnest.
Half-awake at this stage in the proceedings, but still unconscious of what he was doing, the young stud abandoned himself to feverish erotic fantasies of warm, moist enveloping and gripping orifices…both oral and anal. He ran his tongue over his parted lips to wet them. His breath came and went in hoarse, drowsy pants. His buttocks ground restlessly against the semen-stained sheets. His fist continued to milk the early morning hard-on that both tormented and excited him.
After a moment, the bedroom door opened, and another man slipped noiselessly into the room. He was wearing only an old, well-worn terrycloth bathrobe. He had to suppress a low laugh of surprise and amusement when he caught sight of his overnight guest, lost in semi-conscious masturbation on the bed they had shared. Intrigued by this unexpected sexual display, the man watched for a moment before he went over to the bed and sat on the edge of it.
His lithe athletic body creased the thin, clinging terrycloth of the robe as he leaned over the writhing muscular body on the bed and let a stray lock of his black hair fall down over his forehead. He laid one hand over the sleeper's as the latter pumped away at himself, to stop him from masturbating, and at the same time he glued his warm mouth to the nude man's in a long, sensual kiss.
The naked young man shivered slightly at the shock of awakening in the middle of his lustful frenzy, and his companion felt, with a mixture of amusement and tenderness, his momentary disorientation. But the sleeper's mouth began to respond to the pressure of the kiss, and his warm, sweat-beaded body strained upward from the mattress to meet the other man's in a tight embrace.
"Good morning, Austin," Nicholas Grandiforte said, in the slightly raspy voice that was only one of the many things other men found intriguing about him when they first met. Nick allowed his lips to linger against Austin's for a moment longer, savoring the scratchy texture of his unshaven chin and cheek. "That must've been some dream you were having. Were you dreaming about me, by any chance?"
Austin, fully awake now, had recovered from his confusion and smiled up at the other man with mocking blue eyes. "Of course. I was dreaming about you, about what we did last night before we finally fell asleep, and, as usual, you were the star of the show. And what a performance! Too bad you interrupted it before the big finish."
"Missed the money shot, did you?"
"I was getting there."
"Well, maybe the delay and the frustration will only make it better for you when I do let you finish whacking off--you poor, sexually-deprived thing, you." Nick smiled. "And how is my discovery doing, otherwise, on this fine morning?"
Austin yawned, caressing the other man's body intimately through the gap in the front of his loosely tied robe. "I'm not your discovery, Nick. You're mine."
"Oh really?"
"Sure. You thought you could hide yourself away in this small town, and nobody would ever suspect your secret. But I found you out, didn't I?"
"Your memory is kind of selective. I recall volunteering certain personal information about myself."
Austin yawned again, glancing toward the windows. "And what's this fine morning crap? It's raining, I s
ee."
"I like the rain. I always have. And it was raining the night we met."
"Yes, I remember that. It's still dark outside. Why are you up so early?"
"To get the coffee started."
"Come back to bed," Austin pleaded.
"I intend to, but only for an hour or so. Then you have to get up and go to work--and I have appointments this morning."
Austin yawned again, more loudly this time, and sank back on the bed. "Come on," he urged, tugging at Nick's arm. "Get back in here next to me. Let's fuck. I've got a hard-on that won't quit and I have no intention, thanks anyway, of just lying here and whacking off, as you put it. Not when I have the real thing--the sexiest guy on the East Coast--right here with me." As he spoke, Austin began to embrace and caress Nick languidly, feeling the ripe curve of one ass cheek through the threadbare bathrobe.
Nick laughed and let Austin grope him. "Don't you want your coffee, first?"
"I want you more. Coffee can wait. This can't!"
They rolled over the bed together as Nick let himself get caught up in the impulse of the moment. As a self-employed man with a number of different irons in the fire, he tended to be a bit of a workaholic. This was a chance to deviate from his routine and indulge in pure fun. He surrendered to Austin, letting himself be seized and stripped of his bathrobe and thrown down on the bed. This was the prelude he anticipated--correctly, as it turned out--to his being quickly, fiercely, and deeply fucked by this young stud who was every bit as highly sexed as Nick was. And that was saying a lot. They were well matched in that respect, for sure!
"I want some more of what you gave me last night," Nick said, moaning, as he felt the younger guy's warm hands running with eager possessiveness over his now-naked body. "Come on, make love to me. Warm me up, get me in the mood. And then put that big hard cock of yours in me and fuck me really good and hard, the way you know I like it, stud!"
No more words were exchanged for some time as Austin, very willing to comply with Nick's demands, set to work with a minimum of intense and effective foreplay. The slam-bang approach was not quite what Nick was used to, not exactly what usually turned him on, but a little variety in bed never hurt, and the very rapidity and impetuosity of it was exciting for him. His mouth was crushed against Austin's parting lips once again, and Nick let his tongue slide into the interior of his lover's mouth. Austin retaliated by driving his own tongue deep into Nick's mouth, and the supple penetration triggered a violent response deep in the older man's groin. He was aware of a growing tension in his stiffening cock, a tingling readiness in his balls and in the pucker of his anal opening, as it constricted involuntarily in anticipation of being stretched, and reamed out, by Austin's oversized penis.
Emboldened by this hot flush of raw desire that flooded over him, Nick grasped the warm, smooth, rounded head of Austin's hard cock and was thrilled to feel, when he rubbed his thumb over it, that it was already slick with leaking pre-come, and trembling with impatient arousal. He desperately wanted that dick in him, he had to feel the heart-stopping bulk of that huge proud male member plunge deep into the narrow channel of his ass hole and fill it and stretch it, bringing every nerve ending within his body to life.
Incongruously, Nick suddenly remembered the night he'd lost his cherry, many years ago, and how that first good, rough anal plowing had shattered any lingering ambiguity he might still have felt about his sexual orientation. He'd been younger, at the time, than Austin was now. That one fuck had committed him to gay sex for life, and had also transformed his ass into an insatiable erogenous zone, overnight!
But he wasn't a virgin, now, eager but inexperienced and somewhat frightened. No, he was a mature gay man who'd had more sex partners than he could count, and who knew exactly what he wanted in bed. Even though he'd decided that he wanted this early-morning fuck to be fast and brutal, a good bestial rut, Nick was almost alarmed at the suddenness with which he found himself lying on top of Austin's hard young body. He was taken by surprise at the speed with which his bedmate's strong hands thrust his legs apart and tucked them on either side of his own outstretched legs and he was, momentarily, anxious as a result of the unpreparedness with which his buttocks were being spread open in gaping, wanton readiness by Austin's fingers.
Nevertheless, both men were firm believers in safe sex, and grabbing a condom and a tube of lube from the nightstand drawer, and applying them to Austin's tool, was the work of a moment. Satisfied that they were both ready, Nick sat up, straddling Austin's hips, and began to ease his butt down over the young stud's crotch, aiming his ass hole at the tip of the upward jutting prick. He availed himself of a dab of the lubricant, reaching down to rub the gel between his buttocks, which Austin was still holding apart, to slick up his hole. Then he took his massaging fingers away and let his weight sink down onto Austin's prick, the puckered rim of Nick's slippery ass hole swooping downward to meet the blunt upward thrust of that stallion-like dick, and…
"Uh, yeah, uh!" Nick grunted, in undisguised delight. "Uh, that's one hell of a big cock! No matter how many times I've let you shove it into me, I'm still surprised by how thick it is!"
"Surprised, are you? Well, get used to it!" Austin retorted.
Austin was already sliding up into him, the knob of his thick cockhead forcing Nick's sphincter muscle wide open, pushing the ring of muscle back and stretching it to make way for his probing shaft. Nick's body seemed to open up like some dark, moist exotic flower to accept Austin's pistoning prick and swallow up all of that hard male power. Nick's hungry ass sucked the hard dick deep into his body until he was exulting in that familiar, longed-for sense of fullness and distension and solidity that rammed up into his butt and sent his mind reeling with lust. He was impaled on Austin's prick, stuck on it as firmly as if he'd sat on a sharpened stake driven into the ground with the point piercing his innards. But this wasn't torture. This was pure pleasure!
Nick leaned forward, over Austin's heaving chest, placing his hands on Austin's pecs to support himself. He grunted out loud once more as Austin sat up a bit, his mouth seeking Nick's pecs, seizing first one swollen nipple and sucking on it greedily, then on the other, while he worked his hips to create the first convulsive fucking movements deep inside Nick's body as Austin's cock slid easily back and forth in the hot anal passageway. Nick got more and more turned on, and now that he was used to the feeling of being penetrated, he was able to force his sphincter and rectal muscles to relax and accept the strokes from Austin's prick as the young stud pushed it in and out of his bunghole in long, hard, steady lunges and withdrawals.
"Uh, yeah, give me that big dick," Nick gasped. "Fuck me, fuck me hard--oh God, how good it feels to have you deep in there! Oh God, this is the way I wish I could wake up every damn morning…with your big cock inside me, reaming me out!"
He thrust his knees apart as far as he could get them, and, leaning over Austin to give his chest the full benefit of his sucking and licking mouth, he pushed his ass down hard around Austin's cock, meeting his thrusts more than half-way. This position, with Austin flat on his back and Nick sitting on his dick, was one of Nick's favorites because it widely opened up his ass, enabling him to take even the largest erections all the way inside him. Because of this, it allowed him to ride Austin for as long as he wanted to, or rather for as long as his partner could hold out, without coming. He moaned as he let Austin take full advantage of this fact by driving his bludgeon-like prick in and out of his rectum even more violently than before. But Nick's cock-craving body accepted it, welcomed it--all of it, greedily, gorging itself on hard young stud cock!
"Fuck me, I'm a goddamn whore!" he gasped.
"You sure are." Austin had no intention of contradicting him.
"You don't have to agree with me quite so fast," Nick complained, his handsome, virile face suffused with hot passion as he ground his hips in wild humping and grinding rhythms. He was determined to give his fucker the ride of his life.
"We're both whores, Nick. That's
why we get along so well."
"Okay, stud, we can debate the fine points of morality later. Right now, shut up and fuck!"
Nick was shivering uncontrollably all over with lust as Austin humped him from below. Austin sucked at one of Nick's nipples with his lips and tongue while he pinched the other dark rosette between his fingertips. They fucked frantically, lashing one another's bodies toward their mutual goal of speedy and overwhelming orgasm.
Austin had drawn up his knees so that he was actually sitting up now, while Nick was mounted on him, impaled on his rising and falling length of prickshaft. His anus was tensing and flexing in exact synchronization with Austin's thrusts and withdrawals, the mattress creaking and squealing beneath them as though, embarrassed, it wanted to drown out the two lovers' stifled cries and moans and labored gasps for breath as they fucked and fucked!
Austin's hands were kneading Nick's firm ass cheeks now as he drove himself between them from below. He nuzzled his face between Nick's pecs, his hot, flushed cheeks rubbing between those two well-developed mounds of smooth muscle. Together, the two men united their efforts and strained to achieve an even greater degree of intimacy--an even deeper extent of penetration--a still tighter conjunction of hard hot cock and hot receptive ass hole! Austin rammed his dick up into Nick with all of the lusty potency he had at his command. As his guts accepted the thrust, Nick felt that familiar burning, itching sensation rapidly pouring itself throughout his pelvis as though his body were an empty vessel being flooded with hot liquid fire. Nick knew that neither of them could hold back any longer. He knew that Austin was going to come, and come hard, in Nick's ass, and that he was going to shoot off at virtually the same moment as his fucker!
Austin's cock, slithering about within the gripping fist made by Nick's firm ass muscles, ached with its need to unload. Both men felt dizzy and weak from their exertions. Their chests heaved with their effort to fill their straining lungs with air--air that seemed burning hot when they did breathe it in. Austin was blinded by his own sweat as it ran down into his eyes from his forehead. His mouth drew hungrily on that hard nipple that trembled against the flat underside of his wet, scraping tongue as he sucked and sucked on the tit. All the while, his cock pounded in and out of that tormenting ass with even greater force.
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