Date: Wed, 1 Dec 2004 13:06:02 -0500
From: Nicholas A Ryan <nickwhatever@juno.com>
Subject: Butch and Sundance

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
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				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."