Disclaimer: this is an adult male/male fan fiction. If you are not old
Enough to read this story, or this is illegal in your area do not read this, I know it's hard, but don't. OK? Thanks.
Note: I am in no way affiliated with Hugh Jackman, his wife Deborra 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!
Another Note: In my last story, all of Hugh's dialogue was written in his accent, but as this one is told from his perspective, I'll keep the Australian accent only when he talks, cause I don't want to spend hours re-writing this story with a scribed accent.
My Biggest Fan
"Good god. That blasted alam. What time is it? Glory, its seven theaty. What do I ave to do today? Ah Right! The tonys!" All I could do was wonder what on earth had happened last night. I sat up and reached for my towel. I took one step towards the shower, and I felt sore. And then I remembered a beautiful tanned body, and a gorgeous face. And just then the phone rang. "G'day?" I heard silence on the other end until a stuttering voice tried to say good morning. All I could do was smile. "Hallo sweetart." Then a sudden sigh, and
"Hey. How ya feelin?" I lied down on the bed, and said,
"Sore as all get aut. You sure gave me a wark aut lahst naight. And I've neva felt betta."
"Glad to hear it. Hey, I just wanted to say thanks for lending me some clothes last night." I couldn't help but smile at his voice. His voice just made me think of his tight leather pants, and black button down shirt.
"No worries. Hey, I feel sawrta bad about rippin your shert. Maybe I could buy ya a new one some tayme." I heard a giggle on the other end of the phone. I told him he should come over and bring my clothes back, so I gave him my address and weird enough he lived in the same building as me. He said he'd be up in a few minutes, and I couldn't wait to see him again. I started looking around my apartment for his pants when I remembered, I'd left them at the theater... I smiled as I realized that just meant that he had to come over to the theater again...I got hard just thinking about the next night, but then I realized I couldn't very well have him come over with me with a raging hard on in my boxer-briefs. So I put on a pair of jeans and walked over towards the kitchen. I walked past a mirror, and I looked over my reflection. "I look damn good." I messed up my hair a bit and put some water on for tea. I remembered in the nick of time to write Deborra a note. "Deborra, darlin'. I'm planning on having a visitor over today for a little bit, and we might end up shutting the drapes... so if you hear anything, just let us be alright? Thanks. You're favorite fake husband, Hugh." As soon as I slipped the note underneath the door, I heard him nock on the door. I went over to the door, and I opened it. He looked up and said,
"Hey. You uh...hi." A smile creased his face, and his eyes flashed, and his dimples were so sexy. Then I noticed, he was still wearing my clothes!
"What the bloody hell are you doin? Why on eath..." Just then the kettle started screaming. "Well come on in." After offering him some tea, we sat down at the kitchen table, and we started talking. Sooner or later, I got around to asking him how he was going to give me my clothes back, when he was still wearing them.
"Oh. Right!" He stood up and he took my shirt off of his back. This was really the first time I'd gotten a good look at his body. His chest was wide and strong, his nipples were hard and round. My gaze moved down to his perfect stomach. He had a six pack that could make anyone drool. He was sagging my jeans, and I could see the cut muscle of his torso moving down into the top of his jeans. I saw he wasn't wearing any underwear and I was rearing to go. He was using the exact same moves that I had the night before, and I was loving every minute of it. I started grinning, and I said in my sexiest voice,
"Ya know, I dunno if you should be doin this in hea, I mean my room is a lot more, uh secluded. Whadda say dahlin?" He looked excited, but at the same time, kind of puzzled.
"Is your wife home? I mean, aren't you married." All I could do was giggle.
"Yeh, she's hoam, and yeh, she's me waife, but, uh, she and her garlfriend are in her room." He just smiled and asked where my room was. I walked behind him, and put my hands in his back pockets. His ass was firm, and dimpled. I directed him down the hall to my room, and while I was walking I leaned forward and started nibbling his neck. I pushed him up against the wall and kissed his chin. It was hard and rough because it was covered in dark brown stubble. I pinched his nipples and kissed my way down towards that little indentation below his Adams apple. He was breathing heavily now, and I could feel his chest heaving underneath me. He put his arms up above his head, so he could hold on to the edge of the doorframe. I licked down past his collarbone, and started sucking my way across his chest over to his armpit. He still smelled from the night before. He took a shower with me, but we did a bit so we could smell some more. It was harsh and ripe and beautiful. I couldn't help but love the manly scent and taste I was experiencing. The experience was made all the more intense by the feeling of the hair beneath my tongue. I kept swirling my tongue up and down, drawing moans from Sean. I loved hearing his voice, and knowing that I was making it happen.
"Hugh, oh god Hugh! I want to suck your fucking cock so bad. Lets get into your bed. Please? Oh god! I need you in my mouth right now! Please baby." It was hard for me to stop licking him. I lifted him off of his feet, and he wrapped his legs around my waist. I grinded into him a bit, and I bit my lip.
"Sure thing sweetart." I looked into his eyes, and at his skewed brown hair. I ground in a little bit more and plunged my tongue into his mouth. His mouth was warm and moist, and his tongue darted in and out of my mouth and around my tongue. I felt his hands move down my sides, and around to my ass. His hands managed to slide under my jeans, and under my boxer briefs, and he stroked my hole with his finger. My ass tensed up and Sean pulled his tongue out of my mouth and said,
"I can't wait to feel my cock in your ass again." With that one small sentence, I nibbled at his chin a little more, and I picked him up off of the wall, walked through the door of my room, and I carried him over to my four-poster bed, and threw him down.
"Now don't you move an inch, sweetart." I walked over to the door, closed it and locked it. As I walked over to the bed, Sean sat up and started licking his lips. "Ang on a moment, baby. It's my turn to play. I pushed him back down on the bed, and I loved feeling his smooth sculpted skin, underneath my calloused hand. I moved to the foot of the bed, and I started kissing and sucking his toes, then I started licking his feet. I moved up his legs. I slid my hand up his jeans, and massaged his legs. I kissed my way up his legs, until I was up at his crotch. I nuzzled my nose in his crotch, and bit through the denim. He shuddered underneath me. I moved my way up and swirled my tongue in his belly button. I kissed and sucked and licked at it. I kissed my way down back to his jeans. I grabbed the button with my teeth. I love taking off pants like that. I looked up at him, and there was the biggest look of longing in his eyes, so I unzipped his pants, and I loved that he wasn't wearing any underwear, so I nibbled away at the head of his dick. That was when I got up off of him and finished taking off his pants, and then I took off my pants. I moved over to the bed. And I laid down beside him. I stroked his chest, and moved my leg up over his stomach. I moved into towards his ear and whispered, "I can't wait to feel them lips around my dick." I bit at his earlobe and he smiled at me and said,
"I can't wait to be there." He giggled and stroked my chest. The hair stood on end as he gently stroked and rubbed me. He sat up, and trailed his finger down my chest, and my abs, and down my treasure trail. The way he stared at me was so hot; I just wanted to slam his face down on my cock. Instead I just reached up and fondled his ear. He closed his eyes and a slight smile crossed his face. I moved my way down to his piercing, and twirled it in his ear. He opened his eyes, and moved down on my piece. I couldn't help but gasp. The combination of his hand on my balls, and his tongue flicking over my piss slit brought me inches away from shooting a hot sticky wad down his throat. I held back though. My mouth started to open, and my face started to scrunch. I started to buck while his tongue swirled around my shaft, and he bit down on my piece. It brought me down from my orgasm, and I gave one final buck, and he started to cough. And it was so adorable, so I pushed him up off of me, and said I had a surprise. I pulled him to the edge of the bed, and I spit on his hole, and I licked it, and spit on it again. My cock was wet, and ready to go.
"Ya think you're ready for me sweetart?" I learned to ask after many a fuck, because most aren't ready for it. He had a glint in his eye and his eyes sparkled as he said,
"Give it to me! I want you inside of me. Now." I started gently. I just pushed in a bit of the head. He was so tight, it was hard to get it in, but I had some equipment on hand. I move over to my nightstand and pulled out a bottle of KY Jelly, and lubed myself up. Then, feeling really confident of myself I thrust all of me, all of my 9 inches, into him all at once. He screamed in pain, and his ass convulsed. It squeezed my cock so tight I started to pull out, and push in, slowly, and then, faster, then faster. I was an inch away from putting my boy juice in his ass, so I pulled out of his ass and I jacked off onto his stomach. When I was done, I licked up all of my cum, and kissed him as hard as I could. As I pulled away, I saw a bit of cum hanging off of his lips. He licked it away, and begged,
"Just suck my cock. Just suck my fucking cock." I couldn't help but grin as I went down on him. He lost control really quickly, and I felt his cum shoot down my throat. I collapsed down on top of him and kissed him one last time. He said that he was tired , and I said that there'd be nothing better than him falling asleep in my arms. I felt him snuggle up against me, and I could feel my cock in his ass crack, and all I could do, was reach around and hold him to me. And the two of us fell asleep, laying there at twelve in the afternoon. It was one of the best fucks of my life. I knew he was my biggest fan.