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  "I don't plan on heading a corporation, or running for office, or becoming a scientist, although I do see your point. I'm not worried about it."

  Nick sighed. "I just hope you're not thinking about doing this because, well, out of some sort of weird misplaced hero worship. Because you want to be like me."

  "Wow. That's some ego you've got there, Mr. Niccolo Grandi."

  "All right, don't rub it in."

  Their steaks arrived, and they fell to with gusto, so that their conversation flagged for a few minutes.

  "Oh, and by the way," Nick mumbled around a mouthful of steak. "What's this nonsense about your cock being only 'average'?"

  Austin nearly choked on his own forkful of meat. "You're embarrassing me, Nick."

  "Am I? Are you that easily embarrassed? You're going to have to develop a much thicker skin than that, if you want to be a porno actor. Anyway, supposedly only about ten per cent of men have a penis that's much larger than the average. That puts both you and me in the minority, for better or worse."

  "I figured most guys who fill out the application and send it back to you check off 'extra large' as a matter of course."

  "They do. That's why, if a guy ever actually claimed to be 'small,' I'd be tempted to hire him, sight unseen, just to reward him for his honesty."

  After dinner, Austin followed Nick to his place in his car. He assumed they'd end up in bed together before the evening was over. Rather cold-bloodedly, Austin decided that if rational argumentation couldn't persuade Nick to hire him, maybe showing the other man a good time in bed would do the trick, so to speak!

  He was encouraged when, the moment they were inside the front door, Nick turned to him, embraced him, and gave him a kiss.

  "Make yourself at home," Nick said. "Do you want something to drink?"

  "Maybe a beer?"

  "Coming right up."

  Austin followed Nick into the kitchen. "I've never had a chance to see the rest of your house," he pointed out, as Nick took two bottles of beer from the refrigerator and handed him on. "How about giving me the tour?"

  "If you like. There's not all that much to see. And I'm a lousy housekeeper, so be prepared to fight your way through some clutter, and some dust bunnies. Wait a minute. I'll put a pot of coffee on, in case we want some later."

  "Show me where you make your videos," Austin asked, while Nick busied himself with the coffee maker. "I admit it, that's what I really want to see."

  "We don't always shoot them here in the house. We go 'on location,' so to speak, a lot. We film anywhere there's an opportunity to set up the equipment. It's got to be private and secure, of course. In fact, we've done a lot of shoots at Steve's place, since it's kind of isolated and he has all those spare rooms. Didn't he mention that to you?"

  "He never mentioned a word about that to me. I had to figure it out for myself, when I saw Steve and Denny having sex in Steve's bedroom, on the video."

  Nick smiled. "Steve is very discreet, which is a good quality to have, in our line of work. Come on, I'll show you what I laughingly call 'the studio' or 'the main set,' here in the house."

  He led Austin down the familiar long hallway that ran the entire length of the house, past the master bedroom and the bedroom. Nick opened the door of a room Austin hadn't been in before, turned on the ceiling light, then, ushered Austin through the doorway.

  "This is where we make the magic," Nick joked. "Hollywood on the Hudson, to coin a phrase."

  It was a large rectangular room, dominated by a king-sized platform bed in the center. To one side, between the bed and the wall, stood a tall five-paneled Japanese shoshi folding screen, consisting of large pieces of opaque rice paper set in dark wood hinged frames. There was no other furniture except a chair and a small chest of drawers, on which was set a lamp with a pleated shade. On the wall behind the head of the bed was hung a huge oil painting of a male nude, his brawny body sprawled across tangled sheets and sporting a larger-than-life erection.

  "That's some painting," Austin commented.

  "It was a gift from a friend of mine, back in LA. A professional artist, obviously. Not all of my friends work in the porn industry. Some of them do more respectable things for a living."

  Various pieces of equipment filled the corners of the room, or were pushed against the walls. There were large photographer's lights, with shutters, on tall adjustable stands, cameras, a large television monitor, and even a microphone, positioned just under the ceiling on a boom. The floor was an obstacle course, criss-crossed by electrical cables.

  "I'm impressed," Austin said. "This is quite a set-up."

  "I always say the most important thing on a shoot is the actors, but the second most important thing is the lighting," Nick explained. "You don't want there to be any shadows at all, to get in the way of the action. The third most important thing is the camera man, and the director comes in a poor fourth."

  "Do you really need a director?" Austin asked.

  "Absolutely. Somebody usually has to decide, ahead of time, who puts what up whom, where, and in what order," Nick said, with a laugh. "We even rehearse first, you know, making sure the positions and the lighting are right, deciding what camera angles to use. That sort of thing. It's more complicated than you might think. Of course, since we're using digital cameras, it can all be edited, afterward."

  "As a set, it's kind of minimalist, isn't it? I guess all you really need is the bed," Austin commented.

  "Basically, yes. That screen comes in handy sometimes, either just as a backdrop, or to hide some of the equipment behind it," Nick explained. "And I move smaller pieces of furniture, and accessories like that lamp, in and out of here, you know, change things around, so it doesn't look the same for every shoot. I even change the pictures on the walls, rotate them. And of course we go through a lot of sheets and pillowcases. I have black rubber sheets and pillowcases, for some of the rougher action, to protect the mattress from, well, you know, bodily fluids."

  Austin looked at him curiously. "What about the, ah, the really rough stuff? The bondage and discipline, and so forth? Do you do that in here, too?"

  "No. Next door." Nick led Austin back into the hallway, then into the adjacent room.

  "Fuck!" Austin exclaimed, at his first sight of the space and its furnishings. It was nothing less than a small but well-equipped private dungeon! The walls were painted a matte black, and the floor was hardwood planks, stained a dull black as well. There was a leather sling suspended from the ceiling by heavy chains, a padded leather bench with a section that could be tilted and adjusted for height, and, taking up much of the free space in the middle of the room, a steel-barred cage, cube shaped and measuring about five feet on each of its sides, with a sliding door.

  "Okay, I'm not even going to ask what the cage is for," Austin said.

  "Some guys enjoy being locked up in there. As punishment. There's not enough room inside it to stand up, or lie down stretched out at full length, you see, so it can get a little uncomfortable after a while. Give me a hard time, and you might find yourself in there, yourself."

  "In your dreams, Grandiforte!"

  Nick laughed.

  Austin noticed an odd piece of machinery, mounted on a sturdy adjustable tripod stand. It resembled a long, narrow hydraulic piston, and its angle could also be adjusted.

  "What's this?" he asked.

  "It's a fucking machine."

  "You're kidding me."

  "Not at all. You fasten the dildo of your choice to the end of the piston rod, there, adjust it for height and the angle of penetration you want, and then you turn it on. You use this control box to change the speed and the depth of the stroke. This is a quite sophisticated and expensive model. You can even make it rotate, inside you."

  "That's disgusting, Nick!"

  "Don't knock it until you've tried it, as they say. It can be kind of addictive. Imagine a well-hung human guy fucking you, but one who never gets tired, and never goes soft, and who keeps right on going until you
decide to switch him off."

  Austin was studying the assortment of restraints, whips, paddles, and other sex toys and accessories displayed on hooks on the walls. There was quite an extensive inventory. It might have been the display room of a sex shop.

  "You don't just film videos in here, do you?" he asked. "You use this room for your customers who want to be topped."

  "That's right," Nick said, evenly.

  "Do any of them ever want to top you?"

  "Sure. But I only do that if there's a third guy present, one of my buddies, whom I know I can trust. I'm not stupid, or reckless. There's no point in taking unnecessary chances."

  "Quite a little enterprise you've got going here."

  "So you do disapprove."

  "Sorry, Nick. Don't mind what I say. You've got to remember that all this is still so new to me. I don't know quite what to make of it. But I do know one thing. It doesn't change my feelings for you. I hope you believe that. I just want to learn, and start to understand. I don't want to be a dumb hick from a small town all my life. You're going to have to be a little patient with me, at first, that's all."

  "You are so cute. You are so sweet."

  "I don't want to be cute, or sweet. I want to be sexy."

  "Don't knock it. And you are sexy. Damn sexy."

  "You can top me, if you want to, Nick," Austin breathed. "You can tie me up and do whatever you want to me. It's a little scary, sure, but I know I can trust you. I know you'll go easy on me, at first, until I get used to it."

  "Jesus," Nick muttered.

  "You'd like to do all that stuff to me, wouldn't you?"

  "Don't tempt me. Maybe we should back off a little, and take things one step at a time, okay? It's a little early in our relationship for me to start bringing out the restraints and the whips."

  "But you've done that S and M stuff, lots of time, I bet, with guys, on pretty short acquaintance. Haven't you?" Austin challenged.

  "What I've done with other guys has nothing to do with how I feel about you, or what I want to do with you," Nick blurted out. "You are not just any guy. You're kind of special to me."

  "I can be special to you, Nick, and still do the things you like. Still satisfy you."

  "You satisfy me just by being here with me. Although I do have to admit I'm starting to feel a little excited, right how. There's satisfaction, and then there's satisfaction, if you know what I mean."

  "I know exactly what you mean."

  They had finished their beers, and were holding the empty bottles in their hands. Nick took Austin's bottle from him. "Want another?" he asked.

  "No thanks. Some coffee would be nice, though."

  "Come on back to the kitchen. The coffee should be ready by now."

  They sat at the kitchen table and enjoyed their coffee.

  "I really embarrassed you, when I offered to let you to top me, didn't I, Nick?" Austin asked.

  "I wouldn't say I was exactly embarrassed. Taken by surprise, is more like it. A lot of guys just can't get into that sort of thing."

  "I bet I could. Hell, I know I could. With you, anyway."

  "I don't want you to feel under any sort of obligation to, uh, experiment. Sure, I've been involved in the whole leather scene for quite a few years, but, personally, I can take it or leave it."

  Austin scoffed. "Nick, a man who has a sling, a cage, and a fucking machine in his house does not strike me as the kind of guy who can 'take it or leave it.' You're really into all that kinky shit, aren't you, so don't even bother to deny it."

  "All right. I won't. But I think we'll put the rougher stuff on hold, at least for now, and concentrate on the tried and true. Shall we? You know, good old-fashioned vanilla sex?"

  "I can't believe you're such a prude," Austin protested. "Not after everything you've already told me about yourself, and some of the stuff I've already seen on your website. You don't really think you're in any danger of corrupting my youthful innocence, do you? I don't have much in the way of youthful innocence left to lose. I do want to go to bed with you again, Nick, in fact, I'd like to do it right now! But only if you promise to stop treating me like a child. I want you to treat me the same way you behave toward your other tricks. I want it to be man to man."

  Perhaps Nick had felt that Austin was teasing him before, but now he realized that the younger guy was being very serious indeed. The stubborn set of Austin's jaw was one giveaway, and the firmness of his voice was another. Nick must have stared harder at him than he'd intended to, because Austin's eyes caught Nick's and suddenly sparkled with a combination of amusement, and satisfaction. Austin knew that Nick wasn't going to be able to resist him, not for long, anyway. He had Nick exactly where he wanted him!

  Nick put down his coffee cup, rose from his chair, and drew Austin into his arms.

  Austin trembled in his embrace for a moment, almost as though he was frightened, a different kind of tremor than that of lust, but certainly not any indication of reluctance. More likely, it was the recognition of impending emotion, intensifying the mere sensual anticipation of physical pleasure. Nick had known Austin for only a couple of weeks, but he already knew that every time he and this particular number had sex with each other, it would inevitably be more than "just sex."

  At any rate, the tremor passed in an instant as Nick held Austin against his chest, and Austin's mouth slid up to his. Their lips met, moved together lightly, and then ground together firmly. Austin tasted sweet and natural as Nick's tongue roamed across his lips, found them parting to admit the probing tip of Nick's tongue into his mouth, and met it with his own tongue, lashing together inside the oral chamber and then, together, coiling lasciviously back into Nick's own open mouth. Austin's tongue played flutteringly over the roof of Nick's palate, darting, dancing, squirming, leaving behind tiny pinpricks of heat as it passed on. The pinpricks flared up in a dozen different spots and then merged together, joining in a sheet of warmth that spread rapidly to shoot flames through Nick's veins and nerves.

  Nick's entire body mingled as though from a mild electric shock, and the sensation pulsed stronger as it hit his loins. A similar process was clearly setting Austin's flesh on fire.

  Nick drew back. Austin's lips pursued his, reluctant, unwilling to break to break the contact. His tongue ran wetly over his lower lip, darting with nervous excitement. Nick held him away, his hands on his shoulders. Then Austin pressed against him again, that hungry mouth buried in Nick's neck, its kisses searing his skin, setting the current of lust flowing once more.

  Austin's lips sucked on his flesh. Nick knew that Austin was going to mark him, brand him with his burning desire, and his own mouth branded Austin in turn, sucking with firm pressure against his satiny skin until the faint taste of salty sweat tingled on his tongue.

  "Yeah, man, go ahead, mark me, bite me, chew on me," Austin hissed with frantic pleasure, his words muffled against Nick's skin. "Bite me there, hard! Where it'll show, so everybody will know you've had me, will know that my body's been yours tonight, that you've fucked me."

  He broke off into a whimper, lifted his face to offer Nick his throat, and Nick moved down until he could tear open Austin's shirt and his tongue lashed over his taut nipples. They surged up into swollen, enflamed nuggets of flesh, begging to be soothed, and Nick took them into his mouth and sucked on them wetly, felt them explode within his nursing lips as his hands worked gently on the solid mounds of pectoral muscle surrounding the hardened tits.

  Austin ran his hands over Nick, sliding his palms over his shoulders and chest, down to his thighs, feeling the man's hard body under his clothes.

  "Let's get naked together," he whispered.

  "And let's go into the bedroom first," Nick replied. "I want to try to be a little less untidy!"

  His bed was unmade, the sheets and pillows rumpled from last night's sleep. Discarding his clothes, Nick sat on the edge of the bed, watching as Austin, too, stripped in a feverish haste of sexual impatience. He kicked his shoes off and tore awkwardl
y at the fastenings of his jeans, sliding them down, revealing his strong hairy thighs and that sensationally rounded ass that Nick had already been given the chance to admire, and to possess. His chest hung over Nick's face, the nipples ripe and succulent, like fruit ready to fall from the vine, burning for the appreciation of the other man's hot mouth, bobbing above it tantalizingly until Nick rose up to sample once more their hard texture and rich flavor. Austin moaned as Nick sucked his tits, but his hands continued to shed his clothes, until he was as naked as Nick was and they stretched out on the bed together.

  Austin's chest flattened against Nick's, his belly shifted like liquid over Nick's, his arched thighs encompassed the other man's legs. Their cocks collided, and Austin's lips returned to Nick's and his probing tongue added its oral stimulation to the other contacts of their heated, ready flesh. Nick moved his hands behind Austin, cupping the tense mounds of his butt and drawing him even closer. Nick's erection lay like a bar of steel between their stomachs, and he felt Austin's own tool thrust itself fiercely against his ramrod shaft and burn into his swollen balls.

  Austin squirmed, hips and ass cheeks rotating erotically, rubbing his dick against Nick's. The head of his cock rested for a moment against Nick's navel, pressed into the shallow indentation, as the first preliminary fluid appeared. Nick felt it, hot and wet and sticky against his belly, and he moaned. Austin reached down between them and took Nick's organ in his hot hand, pulling his hips back so could freely manipulate the pulsing manhood. His hand closed around it, moving up and down in slow rhythm as his thumb slid across the veined shaft, back and forth, a rotating, teasing digit of fire which threatened to melt Nick too quickly, but which he was powerless to resist.

  Austin realized this, and stopped caressing the other guy's cock, although he kept it in his hand.

  "Do you like that, Nick? Do you like me to play with your prick?"

  "I love it, but I don't want to come all over you, which is what's going to happen if you keep that up," Nick warned.