Too Easy

"Shit, you're big," Tony called out from the shower.

"Yes I am. And you've got such narrow hips. This is gonna be fun."

"For you," Tony said.

"For both of us--if you like to suffer."

Tony didn't say anything in response to this. He was sure they both knew that it didn't really make any difference how narrow his hips were, but that Gus found this image to be a real turn on. It, thus, did it for Tony as well. They both were panting hard in anticipation. When they came together and connected, it would be explosive.

Tony turned off the water; came out of the shower; slowly dried himself off, making it an exhibition; while Gus watched; and brushed by Gus and into the bedroom. He made sure to touch the other man as he moved. The air was sizzling with electricity.

He picked up his cellphone and went over to the wall of glass overlooking the LAX runways. The glass was in large, square sections, set off by frames of steel, with six-inch deep lips, one running horizontally across the window at Tony's waist level. Elbows perched on this lip, Tony leaned into the window, as Gus went into the bathroom and pissed in the toilet.

Gus came to the window when he exited the bathroom. He stopped at the credenza long enough to pull two condom packets from his wallet. Tony turned his phone from recording his naked torso and hard-on to catch the clothed, but cock-released--older man approaching him. At the window, Gus laid the condom packets on the ledge next to one of Tony's elbows. He was still dressed in his shirt and trousers, with his cock hanging out of his fly. His shirt was open under a pair of suspenders and flared, showing impressive body tattooing the covered his left pec and disappeared into his left arm sleeve.

"Jut your ass back from the window and give me the stance," Gus said. When Tony complied, the man went down on his knees behind Tony, grasped and separated the young man's butt cheeks, and buried his face in Tony's crack.

Tony moaned, pressing his cheek and the palms of his hands to the window glass high over the airport while Gus ate him out, opening him up, preparing him for the massive cock. Eventually, Gus stood, reached around Tony's hip to take up and split a condom packet, extract a disk, roll it on his cock and smooth it down, spit in his hand, and lube up the sheathed cock with the spittle. Tony filmed it all on the cellphone.

Penetration--swift and deep. Writhing at the invasion, Tony suffered, gasping and groaning and complaining, "Fucking shit, it's huge," as Gus opened him up with the shaft.

"I know how fuckin' big it is," Gus growled and then laughed. "Shit, you're fuckin' tight. Just like I like it."

Big man grabbing small young man's hips in his beefy mitts, his thumbs pressing in Tony's butt cheeks to keep them pulled apart, Gus worked his way in until he could slide in and out easily, and he, mostly clothed, fucked Tony, naked, against the window. He started slow, giving Tony a lot of verbal encouragement, but he ended fast and furious, concerned only with himself and his own insistent need and pleasure. Tony writhed under him, crying out the pain-pleasure of the taking. One of his hands went down between his legs and he stroked himself off while Gus was fucking him. The other hand held the cellphone, recording the pounding his ass was taking.

When Gus tensed, jerked, and came, he stripped the now-used condom off, turned, and sat down at the base of the window, back to the glass. Tony twisted and came down beside him. The two embraced and kissed, and sat there, next to each other, calming their panting.

"The movie guy was right," Gus said when he was able to catch his breath.

"How so?" Tony asked. He knew the answer but wanted to hear the big football guy say it.

"You are a great lay."

After several minutes, when they both had recovered, Tony turned and went on his knees in front of Gus. The former football player grunted as Tony grasped his cock, gave it a few strokes, and held in upright. Gus groaned as Tony swirled his tongue around the cockhead and then gasped as Tony swallowed it down to the root and started sucking on it. When Gus was in moaning erection, Tony reached up on the ledge and brought down the second condom packet. He slit it open, rolled the disk on Gus's recovering erection himself, turned and straddled Gus's lap, facing him, descended on the big man's cock, and rose and fell on the shaft, fucking himself for the second go.

As he rose and fell on the cock, Tony ran his hands under the flared edges of Gus's shirt and suspenders and traced the breast tattoo with his fingers, whispering, "Nice; very nice."

* * * *

"I want you to go over and sit at the foot of the bed in the position you were in when I crawled over you in the plane."

Tony laughed. "This could be fun." He got up and went over the bed, sitting down and spreading his legs. He took his cellphone, still recording, with him.

"Didn't you have the seat reclined?" Tony leaned back, supporting his weight on his elbows pressed into the bed behind him. Gus got up from the window. Picked up the two spent condoms and the split packets, made a pass at the wastebasket by the desk, and stood there a minute, looking at the naked Tony on the bed. Gus slipped off his shirt, pulling it from under the suspenders he was wearing and showing his breast and sleeve tattoo in all of its glory. He made a performance of taking the gold football cufflinks out. He walked over to the credenza; placed the cufflinks next to his wallet there; picked up his cellphone and shot off a couple of more photos of his own of Tony sitting, naked, on the bed; and fished another condom packet out of his wallet.

Tony watched him doing this. He'd gasped when Gus took his shirt off, and was panting and recording on his cellphone as the man moved around the room. The swirly tattoo that followed the beefy curves of his left pec and went over his shoulder and down his left arm to his wrist was magnificent. In addition to that the man was cut like a god--Zeus. He was still hanging out of the fly of his trousers and was big, thick, long, and hard again. He slowly rolled another condom on his shaft.

Gus walked slowly to the bed, standing between Tony's spread legs and grasping the young man's knees with his hands just as he did when he climbed over Tony in the plane. He lowered his face to Tony's and they went into a deep kiss. Gus moved his right arm to encircle Tony's waist and he lift the young man's pelvis. Tony rolled his pelvis up to give Gus access and raised his legs, hooking them on Gus's shoulders, just as Gus had mentioned in the airplane. He jerked away from the kiss and gave a gasp and a little cry as Gus entered his passage, strongly, thick, deep. Gus's lips went down Tony's throat to the bars in his nipples, and Gus sucked on those, one after the other, while he held Tony suspended under him, and fucked.

Before finishing, Gus stood and stripped off his trousers, so that they both now were naked. He turned Tony to where the young man was kneeling at the bottom edge of the bed, Gus gripping the back of his neck, pressing the young man's cheek and chest to the surface of the bed, and fucking him vigorously and deep in the doggy position. After several minutes of this, Gus pulled them both up on the bed and went on his back. Tony rode his cock in the cowboy position, facing away from Gus's head and gripping the man's knees. In the last position, Tony showing signs of exhaustion, and Gus seemingly good to go for another hour or so, Gus put them on their sides, stretched out against each other, Tony's buttocks pressed into Gus's crotch. Cupping Tony's chin with on hand, Gus held the young man's right leg raised with the other, and fucked him to an eventual ejaculation in a side split.

After cooling down, Gus rolled away from Tony, who remained stretched out, arms and legs akimbo, panting low and moaning, picked up a pack of cigarettes from the nightstand, lit up, and savored a smoke. When he was done, he looked over at Tony to see that the young man was asleep, an arm thrown over his face, breathing regularly, but still with a hint of a moan in his breath.

Standing, Gus crushed the butt of the cigarette in an ashtray--he'd paid extra for a smoking room--slipped off the third and last of the spent condoms, performed a perfect pitch into the wastebasket next to the desk across the room, and went to take a shower. He wasn't finished with Tony and was thinking of what positions he would take the sweet little piece in during the night. He'd have to fish more condoms out of his suit bag. He stopped at the credenza and took a couple of cellphone shots of the sleeping Tony.

When he came out of the bathroom, Tony was gone. He'd only been in the shower for ten minutes or so and he thought he'd left the young guy exhausted and dead to the world.

Tony wasn't the only thing gone. Tony's suitcase was gone. And, worse, Gus's wallet and the gold cufflinks were gone. His first thought was that he had photos of the little shit, so they'd track him down. But his cellphone was gone too. He then noticed that his carry-on suit bag was open and had been rifled through. Tony had certainly moved fast while Gus was taking his shower.

There had been $2,000 in high-denomination bills in his wallet. There had been another $2,000 in cash in his suit bag. The cufflinks were football championship items, worth maybe $20,000. And then there were all of those credit cards. He didn't even know which of the credit cards in his own name he'd brought--and he'd had some Tennessee Titans account cards to. He was a recruiter. He had a lot of expenses. Not all of them were above the table. What a fool he'd been. Tony had said he'd let him fuck him for a couple of hundred dollars, and Gus had thought the little fucker was just a naïve hayseed in the big city. Tony didn't care how much he said he'd do the fuck for. Tony intended to take it all.

Tony had conned him, taken him for a ride. Gus couldn't even make that much of a fuss about it. He'd told Tony he wasn't married. He was, and he had lied. He'd lied to get the little fucker in the sack, just like he always did.

Had Tony recognized him and known he was married? If he didn't know already; he knew now. The bastard would see the photos of Colleen and the kids in the wallet--and would see what Gus's name actually was. When and where had the con started? Right there in the departure lounge? How had Tony managed to get in the seat beside him in the airplane.

Gus sank down on the bed and grabbed for the pack of cigarettes again. It flashed across his mind that Tony had an audition at the Hawk Studios. Gus could... but, no, of course not. It all--or most of it--had been a lie. Nothing Tony had said about himself could be counted on to be the truth.

Why that little shit. Gus had thought it all had been too easy. He hadn't known that it was Tony it had been too easy for, not him.

The hotel room phone rang. Gus answered it, to hear Tony's voice.

"I can tell you where all of your stuff is and you can have it back--although I've already sent on the recordings we both did to somewhere safe," Tony said.

"You little shit. You want something don't you? You were just too easy."

"Yes, but I don't think it's anything too difficult for you. My boyfriend, Lamont Holly, is a fullback on Notre Dame's team and is in the pro draft. Maybe you've heard about him?"

"Yes, I know about him," Gus said. "All of this was because you want me to get your boyfriend recruited by the Titans?"

"Basically yes, but I can't say I didn't have a great time with you. But, yes, Lamont wants to play for the Titans. All of the stuff I took from you is at the hotel desk in your name, but I still have all the recordings and I know that you, in fact, are married and have children. So--"

"Yes, not problem," Gus said. He wouldn't reveal to Tony that he'd already filed a report on Lamont Holly to the Titans highly recommending they recruit him. "I'd like to see you again, though... to do more with you."

"Even after I've blackmailed you?"

"Even so. Let's say we get together again if and when Holly is signed by the Titans."

"So, you think I'm that easy?" Tony said.

"Yep, I do." Gus responded. And Tony's subsequent agreement to the arrangement then proved him right.