Youre So Unromantic

by Roland Graeme

  "If I come to hear you again, can we go somewhere, afterward? Just the two of us? I'll leave Jared at home, this time. Unless I can talk him into being less of a wuss."

  "Sure," Nick said.

  "Okay." Austin kissed him on his unshaven cheek, then quickly jumped out of the car and ran toward the front porch through the slackening rain. As he pulled away from the curb, Nick turned his head to look back. Austin had lingered at the front door, under the porch light. He waved goodbye. Nick blinked his headlights by way of reply then drove away, slowly, already lost in thought.

  He castigated himself. Insane. You must be absolutely fucking insane--picking up a couple of young guys like that, sucking them off in a goddamn parking lot. Do you want to be run out of this town on a rail? You idiot. You complete asshole! You dumb, horny fuck! This isn't Los Angeles, or San Francisco, or New York City, where you might be able to do something like that and get away with it, you stupid fucking pervert, you!

  The work week passed slowly. Nick didn't really expect Austin to show up at the coffee shop on the next Friday or Saturday night. They hadn't even specified on which evening he might show up. Nevertheless, in the meantime, Nick often thought about the young stud. By the time Friday evening once again arrived, he had masturbated himself to orgasm on three separate occasions in the bedroom of the large, ramshackle house he rented on the outskirts of town. Alone in his bed at night, Nick thought about Austin each time as he made his prick spurt out its fierce active fluid. God, Austin was hot! It had been a long time--too long, maybe, since another man had aroused Nick to such a degree.

  It's because I took such a risk with him. It's the thrill of the forbidden. That's all.

  Friday evening, incredibly, it began to pour rain again, Talk about déjà vu all over again! Nick had no sooner entered the coffee shop than he heard his name called. Austin was there, all right. He was alone, this time, nursing a brew at one of the tables, and he looked eager indeed. He'd been waiting for Nick to show up!

  Nick smiled as the young garage mechanic hurried over to join him. "Hello, there," he said.

  "Hi, Nick! I was hoping you'd be here tonight. It was stupid of me not to give you my phone number, last time. Remind me to give it to you tonight."

  "Where's Jared?"

  Austin shrugged. "I don't know. At home, I guess. Or out drinking with somebody else. Who cares? He's so fucking immature. He's no fun. Listen, Nick…I don't want you to take this the wrong way, I don't want you to think I'm some kind of a whore or something. But, after you're done playing, could we go to your place, maybe? And do it right? You know, in bed, and everything?"

  "Sure. In bed. And everything. And maybe even then some!"

  "Oh, good."

  Nick's smile broadened. "You got any requests? Musical ones, I mean?"

  "Play that one you played last week. It went like this?" Austin hummed the tune, quite accurately and musically. He obviously had a good ear.

  "Printemps qui commence. Sure. I'll play it just for you."

  As it turned out, Austin's car, a rusty clunker, had been repaired by him in the meantime. After Nick's gig, Austin followed him back to his place through the downpour, which showed no signs of letting up.

  "You live here?" Austin asked, as they got out of their cars in the driveway in front of the house, which was located on an isolated side street, not far from the river. The structure was a sprawling one-story affair, with old and weathered clapboard siding, badly in need of repair and new paint.

  "Sure. I don't own it, though, I rent it. I got it cheap, because it's kind of run down. As you can see."

  "It's kind of big for one person. You live here alone?"

  "Yes. I run my business out of here, actually. See the sign?'

  "Oh, yeah." Austin scrutinized the sign, attached to the side of the house near its front door. It advertised Nicholas Grandiforte--Website Design, Development, and Maintenance, with a phone number and an e-mail address. "Are you some kind of a computer geek?"

  "Guilty. Now, enough with the questions, already, until we get inside and get dry."

  Nick set down his trumpet case and then began making slow, skillful, impassioned love to Austin the moment they were inside the front door. As though he'd been starved for this kind of male contact, Austin kissed Nick hard on the mouth. He seemed thrilled by the way the older guy's lips opened to admit his tongue and then tickled deep into his own mouth as their tongues fenced back and forth. Nick's hands slid down Austin's back and clamped on his buttocks, squeezing the twin mounds through his jeans, pulling him in tightly against the front of his own body.

  Austin seemed to lose all self-control at that point. He ground his thighs slowly but urgently from side to side, and Nick could feel the solid pressure of the young stud's cock against his own. As they went on kissing with lustful, open-mouthed abandon, Nick backed away a bit so that he could work his hands down between their bodies. He opened the waistband of Austin's jeans and then unzipped his fly.

  Austin's warm, wet, sweet-tasting tongue went wild inside Nick's mouth, and the older man's fingers quickly moved to grope Austin's dick, caressing the shaft from its base to its tip and then back again. Skillfully, Nick worked Austin's foreskin back and forth over the head of his cock.

  "Oh, Jesus." Austin moaned against Nick's mouth, still speaking. "I'm so horny, I'm starting to drip jism at the tip already, man. Can't you feel it?"

  "I can feel it and I want to taste it. I remember how good it tasted, from last time."

  "Get naked," Austin begged, tugging on a handful of Nick's sweatshirt. "I want us both to be naked, Nick, so we can really make love. The way they do in the porno movies!"

  Nick pulled away from him only long enough to shed his few clothes. "Wait," he gasped. "Your hair's all wet. Let me go grab a towel."

  He ran nude into his bathroom to get two clean towels.

  Nick's brief absence gave his young guest a chance to look around him, at his immediate surroundings. The house was a rather sprawling one-story affair, with an attached garage. Just inside the front door, there was a small vestibule with the living room to one side. On the opposite side was a room, which Nick had set up as a home office. It was furnished with a desk, bookcases, and filing cabinets, with two armchairs positioned in front of the desk. Some very sophisticated looking computer equipment was set on top of the desk, and on a heavy-duty wheeled steel cart, nearby. The only light in the vicinity came from a small lamp, set on a side table in the living room. Nick had left it on when he'd left the house, earlier that evening. The lamp threw a small pool of warm yellowish light around the immediate area, but left the rest of the living room in deep shadow.

  "So you like porn, huh?" Nick teased when he had returned to the living room and tossed Austin one of the towels.

  "Who doesn't?"

  "Oh, you might be surprised. Not all gay guys are into it."

  "Well, I sure am. I like to watch two guys with muscles and hairy chests make love," Austin blurted out, as he, too finished stripping, then began to give his head a vigorous rub with the towel. "Guys like you. You've got an absolutely fantastic body, you know."

  "Thanks. And thanks for not saying, for your age."

  "You're in great shape for a guy of any age, and you damn well know it."

  "Not that you're too shabby, yourself, Austin. This is quite a Mutual Admiration Society we've got going," Nick said, with a chuckle. "Let's talk about something else."

  "All right. What's that you've got around your neck? I can't really see it in this light."

  "It's just a cross. I wear it all the time." Nick moved closer to his guest, who examined the pendant hung on a heavy silver chain around his neck. It was a sizeable cross, about three inches tall by two inches wide, also silver, and it nestled in the groove between Nick's solidly muscled and very hairy pecs just above his breastbone. Small green cabochon gemstones gleamed at the center of the piece of jewelry, and at each of the four ends of the cross.

  "What are th
ose stones?" Austin asked.

  "They're called tourmalines. From Brazil. They're not terribly valuable, but I like the design. I'm still a good Catholic boy at heart," Nick quipped, "but that doesn't mean I can't try to be a little stylish, as well. Are you getting dry? Are you comfortable?"

  "Yes, I'm fine. Come on, Nick, put a record on. A nice soft jazz record, maybe? I want to suck and fuck with you while the music's playing."

  With the towel slung around his neck, Nick chose a compact disc and popped it into his CD player. As the sensuous waves of sound from a small acoustic-jazz ensemble filled his living room, he seized Austin and pulled him down on the carpeted floor with him, kissing him all over his nude body, making Austin twist and shudder and cry out in hoarse counterpoint to the piano, drums, string bass, and trumpet surging from the speaker system. Nick grabbed the leather cushions from the nearby couch and threw them down on the floor to provide a modicum of comfort.

  They sucked each other on this improvised mattress, frantically, locked into a tight, sweaty sixty-nine. Austin was good at it. His mouth seemed to be ravenous for the mature man's solid, pulsating meat! He drove his lips up and down on its bulk like a sword swallower, taking it all the way down to the wiry patch of pubic hair around the very base of Nick's cock. He made impassioned oral love to the big penis, holding it firmly inside his mouth for several seconds at a time while his tongue tickled the shaft, then letting it slide back out from between his pursed and slurping lips only when he felt he was about to choke on it.

  Nick sucked him just as avidly, just as skillfully, until they were both teetering on the verge of orgasm.

  "Fuck me!" Austin gasped, tearing his mouth away from Nick's drooling cock. "You want to, don't you?"

  "Of course I do."

  "Then please, please, Nick. Do it!"

  Barely able to control himself for the few seconds it took for them to move into a new position and get ready for the insertion, Nick dug into the pocket of his discarded leather jacket and pulled out the little foil packet containing a prelubricated condom. Old habits died hard, and making sure he always had at least one condom on him, no matter where he went, was a holdover from his cruising days. He tore the packet open and rolled the rubber down over his prickshaft, and even this slight stimulation made his fuck tool twitch and leak semen from its lips as though he were about to ejaculate.

  Austin stared lustfully at the latex-sheathed cock. "God, you're hung big! I think that's the biggest dick I've ever seen! Or had in my mouth!"

  It wasn't the first time Nick had heard that, but modesty compelled him to say, "You're embarrassing me, Austin. It's just average."

  "Average, hell! I could hardly get it all in my mouth. You're going to have to go slow when you first fuck me with that thing. But go ahead and fuck me. Fuck me, Nick," he repeated. "Oh, God, I want you in me so bad it hurts!"

  Nick slid on top of Austin, who wrapped his arms and legs around him, kissing him furiously on the mouth as Nick reached in under Austin's knees and lifted both of his legs up over his shoulders, his big dick swinging down toward Austin's upraised ass. Austin gasped as he felt the thick head of Nick's cock rubbing against his ass hole. He clenched his teeth tightly together, obviously determined to take the older gay stud's fuck tool up his ass no matter how much it might hurt him. He clawed at the carpet and at Nick's bare shoulders and arms to steady himself once Nick began to push his prick into him. As Nick pushed forward, he could feel the resistance around his cockhead loosening, and, to his infinite relief and excitement, most of his hefty cockshaft suddenly slid deep inside Austin, who took it with a sharp cry, but otherwise made no complaint.

  "Are you all right?" Nick felt obligated to ask. "I'm not hurting you, am I?"

  "It feels incredible. Oh, God, it's really filling me up. Fuck me with it! Fuck me, Nick!"

  On the CD, the instrumentalists were coming together, building slowly but inexorably toward a climax. On the living room floor, on the cushions, the two men were coming together, too, just as energetically, just as uninhibitedly, flesh against flesh. They kissed exultantly, and, as their tongues struggled from one mouth to the other, Nick began to fuck Austin, moving his cock gently inside his new acquaintance's tight ass at first, but then pumping away between his parted buttocks with faster and rougher strokes. The silver cross slung around Nick's neck began to bounce restlessly up and down on his chest, in time to his thrusts. As he fucked, all the while Austin's every gesture and outcry told Nick how much he liked it, how much he wanted it, and how intensely he was getting off on it.

  "Fuck me!" he yelled. "Oh hell, fuck my ass for me, Nick! Get that big dick of yours in there and fuck! Fuck my ass!"

  Nick pulled back from Austin and lifted his legs higher. Holding firmly onto them for support, he drew his dick back until just the head was still jammed inside Austin's ass hole, the condom rubbing erotically back and back, scraping audibly against the puckered rim of Austin's sphincter muscle. Pausing to breathe heavily for a moment, Nick suddenly rammed himself forward, driving the entire length of his cock into Austin's guts again.

  "Oh, fuck! Fuck!" Austin moaned loudly, ecstatically, as he took every thick inch. Nick echoed his outburst. Nick's abrupt, brutal re-entry into Austin's rectum sent hot, fierce spasms of pure lust rippling through Nick's loins. "Do it again," Austin begged. "Do it again! Fuck me just like that, man! Fuck me, fuck me!"

  Nick pulled out a second time, waited for a suspense-filled moment and then plunged his prick right back in, his hips colliding with the backs of Austin's upraised and very muscular, hairy thighs with a crack like a gunshot.

  Five or six times, Nick repeated this newly-discovered technique of pulling his prick almost all the way out of Austin's ass hole, only to thrust it back inside, as though re-inserting a sword back into its sheath. Each time, Austin got more excited under him. Suddenly, Nick made a stronger thrust than usual and his huge cock sank deep into Austin's anus. Nick's prick felt even larger than before, too! Thicker! Harder! Hotter!

  "I'm going to come," Nick moaned, as though in pain. "I can't hold my jism in any longer, kid! Come with me! Oh yeah, baby…come with me, let's shoot off together!"

  They were past the point of no return. Nothing was now going to prevent Nick and Austin from bringing their fuck to its inevitable, explosive conclusion. Austin reached down, blindly, for his own cock and began to masturbate himself with rough, sure, experienced strokes. He didn't seem to have any trouble at all in quickly reaching the edge of a spurting climax. Nope, no trouble at all, Nick thought. Not with his big cock continuing to hammer in and out of that horny young ass, its every thrust skewering deep into Austin's guts and sending skyrockets of nervous sensation shooting through Nick's body!

  Within seconds, Austin's cock burst inside his fist in a hot shower of lava-like come, spraying thickly and wetly onto Nick's chest. Then another spurt of fluid oozed over Austin's hand, and a third squirted over his own stomach, as his swollen and aching balls surrendered their load of fluid.

  Seeing him come like that, so hard, so helplessly, so completely, helped to bring on Nick's own climax. He thrust his penis all the way into Austin's rectum and then kept his cock lodged firmly inside the hole. Fiercely, Nick jerked it back quickly two or three times, finally ramming it forward with an even greater urgency and force!

  An instant later, Nick cried out as though he'd been stabbed in the back, and, as his big body shuddered on top of Austin's, he felt the ballooning of the condom's pointed reservoir tip around the head of his cock, which pulsated away deep inside the younger man's ass. Nick's lust spent itself in a steady flow of sperm every bit as generous as Austin's own outpouring had been, although Nick's come of course remained safely trapped inside the inflating rubber.

  After Nick pulled out of Austin and the two guys had wiped themselves off on one of the towels they'd used to dry their hair, they lay side by side on the floor, hugging each other closely while they listened to another CD. Austin curled up against Nick, i
n the shelter of his arm, his disheveled head resting on the older man's sweaty chest. They didn't say anything, but listened to the music and to each other's heartbeats and breathing. They simply enjoyed lying there together, allowing their bodies to cool off after the intense mutual lust of their frenzied lovemaking. Nick could hear the rain, still beating against the windows.

  "I'm disappointed," Austin finally said.

  "Oh, really? Sorry about that."

  "Oh, not with you. Not with what we just did. That was fantastic. I'm disappointed because we never actually made it to the bed."

  Nick laughed. "Speaking of the bed, I hate the thought of you having to drive home in that rain. I wish you could spend the night, here with me."

  "Maybe I can."

  "You'd be welcome to, but what about your parents? You still live at home, don't you?"

  "Yeah, but they don't wait up for me. I'm over twenty-one, remember? The only reason I still live at home is because it's a convenience. The money I pay them for my room and board helps them out when it's time to pay the bills. However, I really want to find my own place soon. Jared and I have talked about moving into an apartment together. But let's face it, he's such a wuss. Living with him would probably drive me crazy. Anyway, I can call my folks and tell them I had a little too much to drink. That I didn't want to drive, so I'm spending the night at Jared's house. They'll be proud of me for being so responsible," Austin said, impishly. "And they would never think of calling Jared's parents, to call my bluff. Even if they were suspicious, they'd probably assume I was out screwing some girl. I've used Jared as my alibi before, when I wanted to spend the night with a guy."

  Nick shook his head. "Shame on you. And shame on me. But go ahead and make the call."

  Nick got up and went into the kitchen to get them both something to drink, letting Austin have some privacy while he made his call. He and the younger man were now co-conspirators. When he returned to the living room, Austin was still sitting on the floor, putting his cell phone back into the pocket of his discarded pants. Nick could see Austin's eyes resting on him--watching him, frankly admiring him, almost appraising him, as Nick moved about the room nude.