Disclaimer: this is an adult male/male fan fiction. If you are not old enough, or this is illegal in your area do not read this. OK? Thanks.
Note: I am in no way affiliated with Hugh Jackman or The Boy from Oz. This story is completely fictional, or at least to my knowledge, and this is not meant to reflect on Hugh Jackman in any way, shape, or form, and I hope you enjoy it!
The Boy from Oz is no boy
The house lights came to half, and then to full. We began to stretch as everyone else rushed outside to catch a cab. I suppose I should introduce myself. My name is Sean Kolbb and I'm 19 years old and a California boy. I was there until I was eighteen, and then I got accepted to NYU, so I've been living in New York for a year. I've been trying to get work as an actor, and I've been getting some chorus parts, but I've been needing to get in shape. So I've been spending time in rehersal, and at the gym. I've got a pretty good build now, I'm six two, and I weigh 190 lbs of pure muscle. I'm naturally tan and supposedly, I have a nice face. I hate it. My glasses get in the way of everything, but oh well. I spent my first check on a charity auction. It was tickets to Boy from Oz, and then an evening with Hugh Jackman! I'd been clutching my backstage pass all during the second act, and I was just waiting to get back stage. Honestly, I'd never seen him outside of X-men, but I'd seen him now, and boy did I want to see more. When I got backstage, the stage manager took me to his dressing room and told me to just go on in. I lightly tapped on the door and as it swung in I saw him standing there in front of his mirror. My jaw almost hit the floor. He was standing there in a pair of black boxer-briefs, and he just stood there and smiled. I looked at my friend Sonnet, and she was grinning like nobodys business. He just smiled and said,
"G'day! How'd ya like tha show?" I just stood there. I tried to say,
"You were great" but what came out was "You uh... uh, you look fab... I mean you were fabulous." And all I could do was smile. I knew I was turning red, and Sonnet just squeezed my shoulder and asked Hugh where his co-stars were. He told her, and I realized she was going to leave me alone with him! My heart couldn't stop pounding. She said goodbye, and Hugh said goodbye. I just stood there.
"Ey, could you eh, pass me them trousas there behind you?" I looked behind me and on a shelf was a pair of snap pants. I tossed them over, and he started putting them on. Then he put on a white wife beater that was way too small and showed every inch of his rippled torso. "Would ya like to siddown?" he gestured at this huge couch I could barely see through another door. I sat down and he came in and closed the door. "Ya thirsty?" He was pulling two diet cokes out of the fridge, and when I said yes, he pulled two glasses out of a cupboard near the floor. My gaze drifted around, until I saw a basket. While he was pouring out the cokes, I was looking at it, and I noticed some condoms at the bottom of the basket. That set me humming! I started getting hard, but he was still facing away so I adjusted it so you couldn't see it in my leather pants. He turned around and sat down and his hand brushed my knee, when all of a sudden, I felt really comfortable. So I finally started talking, and we started talking about all the shows we'd been in. till finally we got around to Okalahoma!
"I have to say, that last scene when curly comes out in just suspenders and boots, that was so..." and he just started smiling.
"Ya liked it?" he asked, looking really surprised.
"Well, yeah. Who wouldn't? I mean look at you..." He stood up and had a certain smile on his face. It was more a deviant grin than anything else, but it was turning me on. Next thing I know, he was taking off his shirt! His chest and stomach were covered in hair, but not the gross curly body hair, more the hair that just clings. On top of his perfect pecs and abs, I was ready to melt right then and there. Still smiling he asked,
"What's so great about my body?" I knew he was baiting me and I couldn't help but to take it. I stood up and walked over to him.
"Well," I said, lightly stroking his pecs. "You have the best chest ever." My fingers trailed across to his right nipple. As soon as my finger started lightly stroking him, he shivered. Nothing could have been cuter. He licked his lips, so I leaned in and whispered in his ear, "And your lips are so silky, I can't even imagine how they'd feel on my cock." And then I kissed him hard. But he pushed me away. I stumbled back and he grabbed onto my button down shirt, and the buttons popped off, and I landed on his couch, black leather pants, and no shirt, smooth chest bared, and so hard, I could have walked through walls. I was scared, because he looked angry, and I thought it was all a trap, until he jumped on me, and ground his hips into mine and said in his Australian accent, "Well come on Sean. Time to play." And with that he leaned over and kissed me, his tongue massaging mine. He was supporting himself with his arms, so with my hand, I ripped off what I could of the snap pants, and I pulled him down on me. He kept a constant weight on my dick, and he'd grind into it every couple of seconds, sending moans out, partly because of the grinding, and partly because of his tongue being at the back of my throat. When he finally pulled out of my mouth, he started kissing my neck, and down to my chest. He sucked on my nipples for what seemed like hours, but could only have been seconds. I reached around and felt his ass. It was perfectly round, and squishy. That was when he stood up. I thought I had gone too far, but apparently not, cause he dropped his drawers right there, and he finally exposed what must have been 9 and a half inches long, and at least three inches wide. I almost feignted when I saw it, and he just said, "beautiful, aint it?" then I stood up to go over to him. I dropped to my knees, and I just watched it. It pulsated, it bobbed up and down. I could smell his manly scent, and I buried my face in his crotch, smelling the sweat, and feeling the hair on my face. I kissed around the base of his dick, wondering what his balls tasted like. I didn't hesitate. I sucked in his sac that hung inches below him. They were smoothe, and wonderful. All I could think was I was sucking on Hugh Jackman's balls and there was no better sensation. Or at least until I moved up to his cock. I tried to get it all down, but I couldn't do it. I just looked up at his face while I was trying to get him all down, and he just smiled, and he said
"Take your time sweetart." And then he'd say things inbetween moans like "You're the best fuckin blow I've gotten in yeas."
Sooner or later he pulled me up off of the floor. It was his turn to get on his knees. He started un-lacing my pants. They had laces up both sides, so it took him a while. It got me even harder to watch him undo my laces with his teeth. His face was glowing. All I could do was stare at him, his face was chiseled and angled, and he had a five o'clock shadow, and there was nothing sexier. I ran my hands through his short silky brown hair. It was damp with sweat, and I kept shuddering when I felt his teeth on my legs. Finally my pants were gone, and he was pulling my thong out of my ass. I was standing there all seven proud inches were exposed.
"What do ya think?" I asked grinning...
"I see a lolly pop worth sucking..." He said, so I reached down and grabbed his dick, and pulled him over to where the couch was. I laid down and he straddled my chest. I stood there watching his ass. It was perfectly round, and covered in a light coating of hair. I started to palm it, and squeeze it. It was squishy and perfect. I started massaging his balls with one hand, and I licked my fingers, and slid one in. He started moaning while he was working on my piece. The humming made me ache to realease. I felt my balls start to rise, and I finger fucked him faster and faster, working towards blowing my load, when I heard him growl, and pull my nuts down hard. I yelped a little and I heard him humming and laughing at the same time. I pulled him back towards me, and I started eating out his ass. It was pungent and sweet, and strong, and I moved down on his cock. We were 69ing for ten minutes until I pulled off of him. I started spanking his ass, until he got off. I bent him over the arm of the coutch and slid my cock in him. He was moaning, and he winced every time I thrust in.
"You like that huh? You wanna feel more of that huh? You like my cock in your ass?" I asked him, slapping his ass after every question. After every question he moaned, and he said
"Fuck yeh. Oh sweetart, I love the way ya do that." I pulled him up off the couch, and I pulled him over to the table, and I laid him flat so he could face me while I fucked him. When I re-entered him his face creased and he let out a small moan of pain, but then his face relaxed and he just stared into my eyes, and he said "You are the best fuck I've evah had." And I saw him start to cum, his eyes glazed over, and his breathing got heavy and he started heaving his chest, and then, cum started spurting out and it hit me in the face, and I couldn't help it, I let got and blew my hot sticky load into him. I laid down on his chest and started kissing him. Ten minutes later, we got out of his shower. We were clean and dry, and I asked if I could borrow some of his clothes. He said "Occourse." And I kissed him as I left and just watched him smile one last time. My hands were cold when I left backstage, my hands were cold so I put my hands in my pockets, and there was a paper in one. I took it out and it read "Dear Sean, if you feel like bringing my clothes back, be sure to bring 'em by to my apartment. Come by before my show tomorrow. My numbers at the bottom, so gimme a call tomorrow morning, and maybe we can get together for some exercise. I can't wait to see you again. Forever yours, Hugh Jackman, The Boy from Oz." He was definitely no boy. Walking home, I wondered how Sonnet would get back, and I realized, I didn't care!