Butch and Sundance

By Nicholas Ryan

Published on Dec 1, 2004

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DISCLAIMER: The writer in no way questions the actual sexuality of the actors involved. Any situations and incidents are purely fictional and in no way reflect actual events. The writer also holds no license agreement to the following actors and/or movies that may be mentioned. All persons and films are a copy write and/or are the property of the people and films themselves. The author in no way holds or maintains any rights to films and actors.

Butch and Sundance

"This is ridiculous!" Robert Redford gazed at his reflection in the long wall mirror of his trailer. His lips twisted at the image of the pinstriped breeches that hugged his lower body so tightly, his genitalia was outlined quite plainly and obscenely. "The damn wardrobe head must have made a mistake." He savagely pulled at the button fly and zip, but the pants were so tight that he wasn't sure he'd be able to remove them without ripping them.

He'd just managed to get the waist low on his hips when a knock at his trailer door paused the endeavor. "Yes?" He questioned irritably.

"Robert," Paul Newman's voice called from outside the door, "do you have a minute?"

"Come on in," he acquiesced, "maybe you can help me." Robert hissed in impatience.

Paul Newman entered the trailer, casually dressed in khakis and T-shirt.

"Help you with what?" Paul smiled in good nature.

"With these," Robert tugged at the waist band of the pants. Paul's eyes traveled Robert's form. "Some one in wardrobe got my measurements wrong." Robert huffed. "I'm not even sure if I can get the silly things off."

Paul's lips lifted in a grin. "How in the world did you get the things on in the first place?"

"I couldn't tell you," Robert replied. "But now I'm not even sure if I can get them off."

Paul walked to Robert. "Turn around," he instructed, making Robert face the wall mirror again. Paul remained behind Robert, facing the mirror and Robert's back. "I'll help pull them."

Robert nodded. "Fine." He made a face, "I can't believe that wardrobe made such a mistake. My agent specified my measurements for costumes months ago."

Paul shrugged, "who can say what the problem was." But Paul could say what the problem had been. He'd been the problem. The entire scenario was a setup from the get go. He'd deliberately changed the measurements just so such a situation would arise. He'd been hot for Redford for ages and cooked up the plan as a means of seduction. "Ok," he gripped the waistband of the pants, "I'll tug them down off of you. Brace yourself against the wall."

Redford complied, extending his muscular arms and flattening his palms against the paneling on either side of the mirror.

"Ok," Paul nodded in concentration, "here goes," He pushed down on the fabric but it barely bugged. However enough of Redford's butt was exposed to stir Paul's groin. "Damn," he recited, "I'm going to have to kneel and really tug at them." He pantomimed in innocence.

"Do whatever it takes," Robert instructed impatiently, "I'm afraid the circulation in my legs will be cut off soon."

Paul kneeled and gripped the waistband again. "Here goes." He tugged none too gently, and the material moved down over Redford's buttocks, calves and thighs until the pants were a pool around his ankles. Unfortunately-or rather fortunately for Paul-Redfords white bvds were pulled down around his ankles as well.

Redford blushed at the unintended exposure to his costar and the suffusion flooded his buttocks' cheeks as well. Paul was momentarily speechless. Redford's buttocks was bubblier than Warren Beatty had led him to believe. His cock went rock hard.

"Jesus," Redford began, "sorry about....."

Before Redford could finish the statement, Paul was moving in closer, spreading the muscular ass cheeks and burying his face in Redford's crack.

"Hey!" Robert startled, "Paul....." he squirmed uncomfortably as Paul thrust the tip of his tongue into Redford's tight hole. "What...." he panted as the discomfort slowly ebbed into pleasure, "are you.......doingggggg?" he released in a hiss, as Paul's tongue probed deeper.

Paul gripped the cheeks with his palm's but pulled away a bit to respond. "Relax," he cajoled, "go with the flow."

"But I'm not," he swallowed, "I mean, I'm not....you know....." Of course Robert wasn't being perfectly honest. He'd bent over once before, for Warren Beatty and his impressive cock, to get his first break in the industry. He was enjoying Paul's probing tongue, just as he'd enjoyed being fucked by Beatty's cock. "Umm," he sought for an out so Paul wouldn't realize just how turned on he was, "what about Joanne?"

Paul noted Redford's hard-on immediately, but continued the charade, to ease Redford in. "What about her?" He shrugged as his lips touched one of Redford's round butt cheeks. They moved across the flesh kissing the flamed flesh gently. "Our marriage is one of convenience." He moved his lips to the other cheek. "Besides, she spends most of her time eating out Henry Fonda's daughter."

"N...n...no kidding," Robert tried to ignore the sensations Paul's lips were invoking, but his dick was already leaking pre-cum. "Joanne and Jane?"

"Mmmm Hmmm," Paul's affirmative response was muffled as he re buried his face in Redford's crack.

Redford soon gave into the pleasure, throwing caution to the wind. He haunched over a bit, spreading his legs, offering Paul a better vantage to his sphincter. He threw his head back as Paul's tongue thrust into him, "Ughh, yeahhhh," he panted. Paul's tongue hit Redford's prostrate, "Oooooohhhh yeahhhh." He pressed harder against the paneled wall. "Eat my butt. Paul, eat me out!" He thrashed his head as the tip of Paul's tongue moved in and out of him, fucking his hole. "Fuccckkkkkkkkk."

Paul continued rimming his costar for several minutes, but then abruptly pulled away. Robert's eyes focused on Paul's reflection. Paul was standing and Robert was afraid the butt munching was over. Paul caught sight of Robert's disappointment and confidently smiled.

"You know Robert," he addressed Redford's backside, "I can think of something better to take care of that butt."

Redford's eyes zeroed in on Paul's reflection, specifically, the waistband of Paul's pants as his hands moved to the fly and began to loosen the zip. The hard 10 inch cock that was quickly exposed elicited a gasp from Redford. He couldn't believe it Paul Newman had a bigger cock than Warren Beatty's 9 incher.

"Ugh, I don't know Paul." Robert shook his head but didn't move away from the wall or change his position.

Paul took that to be an invitation. He spit in the palm of his hand and slicked his own saliva along the length of his boner. "Come on Robert, I'm telling you that you'll love it." He sounded a bit cocky and Redford's cock bobbed up harder at the sound.

"Paul, I'm really not sure about this."

But Paul was grasping Robert at the waist as he spoke.

"I think that we should.........FUCCCKKKKKKK!" Robert whelped as Paul slammed the entire length of his cock up his butt.

When Robert went to pull away, Paul held him fast. "Easy baby," he whispered into one of Redford's ears. "You just have to get used to it."

"Jesus!" He panted, "it feels as if you're splitting me in two." However, even before his sentence was completed the pain was already easing up into a warm pleasure.

Paul saw the tension ease from his features. "Better?" When Redford nodded, Paul eased a bit out of his tight hole, then slammed back in.

"Ughhhh," Robert grunted.

Soon Paul had an easy respective rhythm, easing in and out of Redford's tight, hot constricting anal muscles. Redford was tighter than Paul had hoped, certainly tighter than that stretched out whore Sal Mineo. "Take it," he gritted as he rammed in and out of Robert's willing hole.

"Yeahhhhh," Robert was soon absorbed by the pleasure of Paul's invading cock. "Fuckkkkk meeeeeee!"

Paul was pleased when he felt Redford constrict his anal muscles tighter around his cock. He increased the tempo. "Fuck!" He threw his head back, "you've got one tight ass hole!"

"Ughhhh" Redford groaned, "shut the hell up and fuck me!" He insisted, bucking back at Paul's thrusts. "Yeahhhhh fuck my assss!"

"Yeah," Paul cajoled, he rammed hard. "I'm fucking your ass!" The sound of his balls slapping against Redford's bubble butt grew louder. "I'm fucking breeding you bitch!"

"Oooooooo, I like.....thatttttttt," Redford panted between thrusts. He really loved Paul's cock up his ass. He was definitely going to enjoy the rest of the time spent filming. "Breedddddd my ass!"

"Oh," Paul gritted his teeth, ramming Redford's hot hole, "I'm breeding you bitch!"

"Yeah......I'm......your.....bitch......fuck......me........harder...... ..harder!" He whelped. Robert's dick was rock hard pointing obscenely upward, watering pre-cum. "Come on, fucker! Harder!"

Paul gave all that he was worth. As he slammed in and out of Redford's butt, the fucking reverberated throughout the thin walls of the trailer, even shaking it a bit. Paul's grip on Redford's waist was tight, his fingers digging into Redford's flesh as he fucked his costar for all that he was worth. Before long, Paul felt the telltale churning in his nuts.

"Oh fuck," he forewarned, "I'm gonna come Robert! I'm going to fill you ass!"

Robert balled one fist and smashed it against the paneling. "Yeah, do it, Paul, fill my hot ass with you spoog! Fill me up!"

"Oh God!" Paul's nuts tightened and a convulsion ran through the length of his body. "Oooooo fuckkkkk, ughhhhhhhhhh yeahhhhhhh" he shot like a gushed, his cum filling Redford to capacity. "Take it! Milk my cock!" He roared as Redford's sphincter was flooded with his cum.

"Shit! Ahhhhhhhhh! Ughhhhhhhhh! Yeahhhhhh!" Redford wailed as his own balled tightened and his own cock exploded in a shower of cum, spraying the mirror and paneled wall.

"Shoot it baby!" Paul cheered, as rivulets of his own cum began to seep from his Redford's but, running down his thighs. Paul reached a hand around and helped Redford milk the last drops from his cock. "Spray that load!"

After several moments both men were spent. Redford collapsed against the mirror, while Paul collapsed against Redford's strong back. Their breathing gradually steadied and Paul ran his lips the length of Redford's throat.

"You were one hot fuck," he whispered into Redford's ear.

Robert chuckled, "you weren't half bad yourself."

Paul wrapped his arms about Redford's waist and ran the palms of his hands up under Redford's loosened shirt against his flat muscular stomach. "Mmmm, baby," he murmured, his lips brushing Redford's cheek. "I've wanted that along time."

"A long time, hmmm." Robert's mouth broke into a sex grin. "Well I guess we'll have to spend the next few months making up for lost time."

Paul lowered one hand and swatted playfully at Redford's butt, "whatever you say stud. Whatever you say."

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