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  "I want you to come in my ass hole," Austin whispered. "I want you to fuck me."

  He writhed, turning his ass toward Nick's groin, thighs parted as his hand shoved Nick's erection between their bodies again, but in this new position. Austin's hand rubbed the head of Nick's cock lewdly back and forth between his buttocks, over the puckered entrance to his anus. He moved it so that its straining tip pressed directly against his ass hole, which was lubricated only by Nick's dribbled jism.

  "Put it in," Austin pleaded.

  "No barebacking, remember? Not ever."

  "Sorry, I was so excited I almost forgot. But hurry, Nick, hurry!"

  Nick kept a wide selection of condoms and lube handy in the top drawer of the nightstand, right beside his bed. He gloved up his erection quickly, and pushed the now latex-protected prickhead into place between Austin's waiting buttocks. Austin pushed back against the bulky invader to force it to slide deeper into his anal corridor with each stroke, until it was buried within the heated pit and neither man could wait a moment longer to start the actual fucking.

  Nick pressed his hips forward and penetrated the warm tight depths of the other man's anus until their bodies were jammed together and Austin was pivoting as though on a spit. They rolled over together, Austin's more slender body turning under Nick's wide bulk, and Nick posed above him, blanketing him completely underneath his body, surrounding the younger man's narrow torso from above as he worked within him, his throbbing cock knob expanding inside the condom as the blood pulsed through it.

  For a moment they didn't move, holding that delicious depth of penetration, the only motion coming involuntarily as Nick's cock bucked and twitched, and the walls of Austin's anal tunnel tensed around it, then Austin drew his knees up slightly under Nick, pushing his ass cheeks at a different angle, changing and increasing the rigid friction. His hips described a slow circular orbit and his hips heaved upwards. Nick held on, let Austin set the rhythm and the pace, resting his weight on his elbows and knees so that their bodies touched only along the length of Nick's hard-on, around which Austin's ass hole frantically squirmed.

  Austin's hand crept up between them, cupped Nick's scrotum, squeezing gently, and he gasped when he felt the immediate reaction.

  "Oh hell, Nick! Your cock gets so big inside my ass hole when I milk your balls like that!" Austin exulted. He closed his eyes, his face strained with passion, as his fingers tightened around Nick's nuts again, tightened and relaxed, repeating the process eagerly, making Nick's meat swell within his butt, expanding the elastic sheath of his anus with its bulging potency. "Fuck me, Nick, fuck me, please," he moaned. "Fuck my ass!"

  Nick drew back, then thrust deep into him again. His cockhead slid across the sphincter muscle, the knob forcing itself in as far as it could go, probing the hidden recesses of his partner's innermost body, exploring the anal depths where the eventual eruption of his sperm would occur. Austin's hips and pelvis and buttocks followed Nick's fucking motions, pressing up to meet the thrust and immediately drawing back as Nick withdrew, until the two men were humping against each other with urgent speed and the wet friction of their sweaty bodies had reached the melting point.

  Nick reached down under Austin's belly, grasped his cock and milked it, heard his partner gasp and pant with desperate passion, felt Austin's prickhead dissolve around his stroking fingers and his hot flood of thick white jism erupt into his hand. Austin's ass hole contracted around Nick's hard-fucking piston and triggered his own seething release, wave after wave of creamy semen bursting from him and filling the reservoir tip of the rubber on his prick. Their bodies slammed together, until there was no more to come and they both collapsed, drained of desire.

  Chapter Eight

  A Weekend In The City

  Austin passed a milestone of sorts. He stopped using Jared as an alibi. If he didn't feel ready to tell his parents the whole truth, at least he was no longer deliberately lying to them.

  "Who's this guy Nick you're always talking about?" his father asked.

  "I told you, Dad. He runs his own business here in town. Computer stuff."

  "You sure seem to be spending a lot of your free time with him, lately."

  "I'm trying to talk him into maybe letting me work for him." For Austin, this was a daring admission, half-truth or no.

  "All these nights you spend at his house, your mother and I hardly ever see you, any more."

  "Nick's got plenty of room at his place. He doesn't mind putting me up for the night," Austin said, in a masterpiece of glib understatement.

  "He's not some kind of a druggie, is he? Are you two smoking dope?"

  "Dad," Austin protested. "You know me better than that! I can solemnly swear to you that Nick and I are not smoking dope."

  No, because we're too busy sucking each other's dicks and taking turns fucking each other! Jesus, this pretending that Nick and I are just a couple of straight buddies hanging out together is a lot of bullshit. I'm over twenty-one. So what if I'm gay? It's not the end of the world. Maybe I should just come out, and be done with it.

  "Nick, are you in love with me?" Austin asked, the next time he saw the man he was not smoking dope with.

  "I don't know."

  "Well, I guess that's an honest answer. Not exactly the one I was hoping for, maybe, but honest."

  "Austin, I've been in love before. In relationships. The most recent one, it didn't end too pleasantly."

  "Was that with another porn actor?"

  "Yes, it was, as a matter of fact."

  "What happened? To make you guys break up, I mean?"

  "A number of things. He was a lot more interested in the party scene than I was, for one. Oh, don't get me wrong. I was no saint. I liked a good time as much as anybody. I liked group sex, I admit it. Still do! But it was the same old story. I wasn't crazy about all the drug-taking that seemed to go with it, out there in LA and Frisco and places like that. And I wouldn't fuck bareback, which earned me a reputation as a bit of a priss. Well, at least I'm still a live priss, which is more than I can say for some guys I knew from back in the old days. Let's face it, I may be kind of a boring old homebody at heart. When I'm not working, I'm happy going to the gym, sitting around watching TV or reading a book, or playing my trumpet. Boring."

  "You could never be boring, Nick."

  "It's nice of you to say so, Austin, but people want different things out of life, and, as we get older, we change our mind about what we want. What you think you want right now isn't going to be what you'll want ten or fifteen years from now."

  "It's kind of hard for me to think that far ahead. What do you want out of life, right now, Nick?"

  "Peace and quiet, a steady source of income, no major demands made on me, and a few hot men, at my beck and call. I'm not greedy, three or four such guys, at a time, will suffice. The occasional nice quiet boring orgy, in other words."

  "Oh, be serious for once. Not one special guy? In addition to the three or four hot numbers, at your beck and call?"

  "That might be too much to hope for."

  "Or maybe not. I'm right here, Nick. Any time you want me."

  "Austin. I am really fond of you. I want you to believe that. Give me a little time, that's all I ask."

  "All right. In fact, you're going to have a few days to think things over, all by yourself, without me here to influence you either way. I've got a long weekend coming up, time off from work. I'm going to go down to New York City to visit a buddy of mine."

  "Oh? Well, good for you. I hope you have a good time. But I don't recall you mentioning this buddy of yours to me before. You tend to be a little closed-mouthed about your family, let alone your friends. Tell me about this guy."

  "His name is Chad. We used to be best friends back in high school, even though we weren't in the same class. He's a couple of years older than me. He did a hitch in the military. Now he works for some security firm in Manhattan. You know, he guards some of those tall office buildings."

  "It sounds li
ke the kind of side job I used to do," Nick commented. "When are you leaving?"

  "First thing Friday morning."

  "How will you get down there?"

  "There's no point in driving, because it costs a fortune to park your car in Manhattan. I'll take the train."

  "And what do you plan to do in the city? Go out clubbing?"

  "No, I'm not really into the whole club scene. I just want to hang out with Chad, do some shopping, maybe go check out a couple of bars."

  "Gay bars, or straight bars?" Nick teased.

  "Straight bars, I guess, when I'm with Chad and Osvaldo. Gay bars, when I'm on my own."

  "Osvaldo? Who's Osvaldo?"

  "My friend's army buddy. They're roommates, share the apartment. I'll be staying with them."

  "Oh, I see. Two former military men. Buddies. Living together. 'Roommates'."

  "I don't know what you're insinuating," Austin said, mock-haughtily. "Chad is straight, and he probably assumes I am, too. Not everybody is gay, you know. Not even everybody in Manhattan, although I will admit it almost did seem like it, the last time I was there."

  "I suppose you're right, Austin. I suppose somebody has to take up the heterosexual slack, to ensure the survival of the species. And to provide the next generation of good-looking, sexy men. Without them, the porn industry would soon be out of business."

  "You're incorrigible, Nick. I think you're what's known as a bad influence. But I'm going to miss you, these few days I'll be away."

  "I'll miss you, too. I'll give you a ride to the train station, when you leave."

  "Thanks. And while I'm gone I want you to think about some of the things we've talked about. Because, when I come back, Nick--?"

  "Yes?"

  "I'll expect an answer from you. About me working for you, yes or no. If not about other things."

  "All right. I'll try to come to a decision, while you're gone."

  "You do that, big guy."

  Austin also confided his plans to Steve, the next time he saw him. Steve looked thoughtful for a moment.

  "I hope you and Nick work something out, Austin. I mean it."

  "Thanks, Steve. You're a pal."

  "I try to be. Listen. I've thought of something. You may not have to take the train back up here. Just buy yourself a one-way ticket, for now. I think my buddy Denny is scheduled to make a run, from the Big Apple up to Albany, starting that Sunday morning. He'd be glad to give you a ride, and drop you off here on his way through."

  Austin decided to play dumb, pretending he didn't know anything about Denny. "He's a trucker, too?"

  "Oh, yeah. Owns a nice rig. He lives in that big trailer park, about ten miles from here?"

  "Oh yeah, I know that place."

  "And he's done a couple of videos for Nick, too. With me," Steve specified.

  "Oh, really? Now you've gotten me really intrigued, and eager to meet this guy."

  "He's a great guy."

  "This is a small world."

  "And shrinking all the time, thanks to the Internet. That's how Denny and I hooked up with each other and with Nick, originally. You'll like him."

  "Is he going to expect me to put out in exchange for this ride?"

  "Denny's not that kind of a guy. He'll do it as a favor to me. Oh, once he sees you, he'll probably make a pass at you. And when you see him, you'll probably find yourself in a receptive frame of mind. But whatever goes on between the two of you is strictly your business. You're both consenting adults. Want me to call him, right now, to see if I can set it up?"

  "Sure. Why not?"

  Steve made the call, and after speaking with Denny at some length, he put Austin on the phone. Denny was direct and friendly, and sounded very masculine indeed. They agreed to rendezvous in Manhattan early on the Sunday morning of Austin's upcoming three-day weekend in the city.

  It wasn't until after he'd hung up that Austin belatedly admitted to Steve that he'd seen him and Denny in Trucker Fuckers. In fact, in all four of the installments to date!

  "Oh hell," Steve exclaimed, although he then burst out laughing. "Aren't you a sly one? So our secret is out, Denny's and mine, I mean. I do try to be a little discreet, and not discuss my extracurricular activities with just anybody. Let alone what other guys do for Nick's website."

  "So tell me," Austin asked. "Is this dude Denny as hot as he looks in those videos?"

  "Hotter," Steve assured him. "He's a late bloomer, like me. Trying to make up for lost time. The guy is one crazy fuck, as you're likely to find out soon, for yourself. So don't say I didn't warn you!"

  When Friday morning rolled around, Nick drove Austin to the train station, as he'd promised.

  "I've been doing some thinking," Nick said. "About you and Chad. I know it's none of my business, but if you two are really such good friends, it seems kind of strange to me that you haven't come out to him yet."

  "I didn't really know I was gay, back in high school." Austin's tone of voice sounded more than a little defensive, even to his own ears. "And by the time I started fooling around with other guys on a regular basis, Chad had already graduated and joined the army. But I understand what you're saying, Nick. I've thought about telling him, but every time I start to work myself up toward it, I lose my nerve. I guess I'm afraid he'll take it the wrong way and not want to be friends with me anymore."

  "Well, in my opinion, for what it's worth, if he's the kind of guy you want for a friend in the first place, then he'd be willing to accept you for what you are. But admit it, Austin," Nick added, with a sly smile. "You've always had a secret crush on this guy, haven't you? Is he my competition? My straight competition?"

  "Oh, shut the fuck up," Austin retorted. But he returned Nick's smile.

  They were pulling into the train station's parking lot.

  "Listen, Austin," Nick said. "I want you to promise me one thing."

  "What?"

  "While you're in New York, if you happen to meet some guy you like, I want you to go ahead and have sex with him."

  "Oh, really? Why?"

  "So that, if you do decide I'm the one you'd rather be with, most of the time, it won't be because you don't realize you have plenty of other alternatives."

  "I don't want alternatives, Nick. I want you."

  "Still, promise me you'll let yourself have some fun, if the opportunity presents itself."

  "All right, Nick. If you insist. I promise I'll do my best to be a slut, and sleep around, during this trip. Anything to make you happy!"

  Nick hung around the station until the southbound train pulled in, and then said goodbye to Austin, contenting himself with a suitably chaste-looking, buddy-buddy embrace. Damn! Living in this dump, I can't even kiss my boyfriend goodbye. Small town values and prejudices strike again. Austin couldn't help thinking that, as he got onto the train and waved "so long" to Nick through the windows.

  During the train ride, Austin sat and looked out the windows, at the Hudson River and its opposite bank. Oblivious to the commuters and his other fellow travelers, he let his thoughts wander.

  Fuck! Nick can see right through me, can't he? Of course I've always had a crush on Chad, and maybe it wasn't all that much of a secret. I bet Chad's always known, or at least always suspected, that I have the hots for him, although he'd never said anything. Damn! I used to jerk off thinking about him, especially after that first time he came home wearing his uniform, looking so sexy, so butch!

  Maybe, this time, I should just go ahead and do it, tell him I'm gay.

  Hey, I even know how I might be able to start a conversation about it. I can say to Chad, "There's this guy I met recently back home. You'll never guess what he does for a living. Porn!" And then, as I start to tell him about Nick, I can just sort of casually mention, "He does mostly gay porn, in fact, isn't that wild? What do you think about that?" And, depending on how Chad reacts, I can take the conversation either way, I can either change the subject, if he seems turned off, or if he seems to be receptive and not too judgmental, t
hen I can start to tell him about myself!

  As the train began to pull into Penn Station, two hours later, Austin got out his cell phone and called Chad.

  "Austin! Glad you made it all right," his friend's familiar voice greeted him. "Listen. I had to go in to work for a few hours, to justify taking the rest of the day off. You head right to my place. Valdo ought to still be there, and he'll let you in. Get yourself settled, and I'll see you there in time for lunch."

  Austin agreed to the plan, and caught a bus that took him within easy walking distance of Chad's apartment building.

  Austin had met Chad's roommate before. Osvaldo Fitzpatrick was, as his name suggested, half Puerto Rican and half Irish-American. Chad always referred to him, and addressed him, as Valdo for short--except when he wanted to get a rise out of his buddy and piss him off, in which case he called him Ozzie, a nickname Osvaldo loathed. Osvaldo didn't look particularly Hispanic. His good looks seemed to come mostly from his father's side of his family. He had a golden-freckled skin, usually lightly tanned, green eyes, and red hair.

  Like Chad, Osvaldo was a former army grunt. Guys adapted to civilian life after a hitch in the military in different ways. Chad, for example, still tended to wear his hair short, if not quite soldier-short, because he'd gotten used to such a head-hugging cut and found it convenient. Osvaldo, by contrast, had let his fiery red mane grow out, so a habitual gesture of his was brushing it back from his forehead, to keep it out of his eyes.

  He was, characteristically, making that gesture when, after buzzing Austin in through the downstairs door, he opened the apartment door in response to his knock. Osvaldo was padding about the apartment barefoot, naked under a white terrycloth bathrobe, its fabric worn and softened by repeated launderings. The robe was short enough to leave his lower legs bare, and tied loosely enough to expose his pecs and his pointed nipples. Dressed, or rather undressed like that, he reminded Austin of Nick, whom Austin had already begun to miss. Osvaldo still looked rather sleepy, but when he smiled at Austin, a warm and vaguely sexual light flickered to life in his molten green eyes, and Austin suddenly suspected that it wouldn't take much to get Chad's buddy going. Austin was no longer a sexual novice, himself. He'd been intimate with enough men to be able to gauge their responses to him. He was willing to bet that the same familiar unrestrained, animal urges he'd been giving vent to himself recently also lurked beneath Osvaldo's laid-back exterior, waiting impatiently to be unleashed.