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!
Not Just a Dream
God that was good! I just had sex with Hugh Jackman, and GOD it was good. Not to mention, I just woke up from the greatest dream I'd had in years. Well then again, I don't know if you can call it a dream. Really it was a sleeping memory. A memory of the night before. Not of my wonderful time in the dressing room, but of the better time afterward.
When 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 go and blew my hot sticky load into him. I laid down on his chest and started kissing him. I could feel his cock shrink underneath me, and I thought the night was over. I turned around looking something to wipe off the sweat and the cum, when all of a sudden two big hairy arms wrapped themselves around me. I felt his abs on y lower back, and his cock against my ass.
"Wat would you say to a hat showah? I know I could use a good washin', and I would love someone to halp me aut. I knaw Ai've got soame places that'll be had fa me to reach." That was his cue to tongue my ear, and his hands ran all over my chest, one hand at my nipple, and one hand caressing my abs. His touch was somehow light and somehow rough all at the same time. It tickled enough that I wanted to cry, and laugh, and melt, all at once. Instead I just turned to him, and kissed his cheek, and he just flashed that gorgeous smile. I asked,
"Well, where the hell is this shower?" He just laughed, and pushed me ever so slightly onto the couch. I watched the way his body moved. His muscles weren't too big, but they were there. He was tall, with wide shoulders, and he walked with a swagger, and a look in his eyes that just said,
"I'm gonna fuck the hell outta you!" He put his knees on the floor right in front of the couch, and he ran his hands up and down my legs. He looked directly into my eyes, and said,
"Alri', Mate. You sir, ar gonna set hea', while I get tha shawah' ready." And with that, he kissed his way up from my stomach, moving slowly, and lovingly, kiss by kiss, up my chest, and then he looked into my eyes, just before he was going to kiss me, he just smiled and said, "You 'ave gat tha most beautiful eyes evah. But, I think Ai'd love 'em a lat more, if we didn't have these glasses." And with that, he pulled my glasses off, and stared deeply into my eyes. It gave me goosebumbs, just watching Hugh Jackman staring at me, with his brown eyes, and sexy smile, and that blasted glint in his eye. And he got up and moved out of the room.
While he was the other room, I heard a nock at the door. I looked around, and pulled on a black satin robe with green lining. It felt so nice on my skin, partly because it was satin, and partly because Hugh had worn it before. I ran to the door in the main room, and looked out of the peep hole. I saw Sonnet outside. Excited to see my friend, and tell her the news, I threw back the door. She looked at me and her jaw dropped, and she just stared at me.
"Why are you almost naked in Hugh Jackman's dressing room?"
"Great isn't it?"
"Wha... why? What were... I am so confused!" I just smiled.
"Apparently so is he... but I'm lovin' it!" She grinned, and ran away down the hall. And dogged into what I guess was the green room. She had perfect timing, because I heard water start to run, and Hugh's voice calling out.
"Are you ready, sweetart?" I wanted to run towards the door, but I just took a breath, and walked out of his makeup room, and then into his dressing room. He was lying on the couch with a glass of champagne in either hand, lying naked, with one arm propped up on one knee, and one arm dangling off of the couch. The clincher was there were candles everywhere, and I don't know how he managed it, but he had rose petals covering his cock, and it looked like he was wearing a rose thong. He had a rose clenched in his mouth, too.
I strolled over to the couch and sat on the floor, facing away from him, and grabbed the champagne from his hand, and settled underneath it. He ran his hand all over my chest, until he pulled the rose from his mouth and said,
"The showa's ready, baby." I don't know how he knew, but my ears and neck are my sensitive spots, and he started massaging my neck, and began nibbling behind my ear. The combo of the two got me hard and ready to go. I started to moan, and smile, and reached up and ran my hands through his hair, and dragged my fingers down his neck, and through his hair again. When he pulled his tongue out of my ear, I turned and said I was ready. He took one look down at the robe I was wearing, and he saw that I was sporting a raging hard on, and he told me that he could see I was ready to take a cold shower. "But, I'm sorry, love. The shower's as hot as you ah." I jumped up, and pulled Hugh up into a kiss, and while he was hugging me, I walked backwards, towards the sound of the water, and he walked with me. I turned around to open the door and looked inside. I gasped when I saw the room, and I gasped again when Hugh hugged me, and I could feel his hairy chest, and raging hardon up against my lower back. The room was lit by candles, and there was a fur rug on the floor. Beige tile lined the walls, but roses adorned the granite counters, and the shower door stood open, and I could see there was a ledge big enough that I could lie him down, and fuck the shit out of him. I was ready. I walked towards the steamy shower, and he followed me. He suddenly turned me roughly, and pulled at the robes tassel, pulling the robe off, then I walked into the shower, and he followed me. The water was clear and warm, and the lighting was dark, and the room smelled of roses and lavender. I could feel a pair of hands pulling my hips back onto Hugh. He was sitting down on that ledge. It was similar to the one that girls use to shave their legs, but bigger. When he sat me down on top of him, he made sure his dick was wedged in between my cheeks. I had to slowly slide down onto his cock. Very slowly. It was nine inches long and fat, so I had some trouble getting it all in. While I was slowly sliding down his cock, quarter inch by quarter inch, he massaged my shoulders. The pain in my ass was so intense, but so was the pleasure, I had trouble deciding whether or not to go on, but every time I squeezed my ass around his cock, he squeezed my shoulders a little harder. I knew he loved it, because of the squeezing, but also because of the moans. When I started to ride him the moans got louder, and higher. I started panting, and sweating, and I was feeling so hot, the water was feeling cold. I started feeling scratches on my stomach and realized he had scratched me hard enough I was bleeding. I let out a yap of surprise, and he let go. I didn't care about the pain though. All I could concentrate on was the monster cock in my ass, and the moans of joy coming from my Aussie Stallion. My concentration broke though, when his arms tightened around mine, and his hand wrapped around my cock. He pumped me as hard as he could for what felt like seconds but it must have been minutes at least, because when I blew my shit all over the shower, it shot farther and harder, and more jizz than I had ever before. Just when I finished coming, Hugh said he was going to blow, so I jumped up and turned round, and fell to my knees, and took in his fuck stick one more time. It tasted like shit, and piss, and pre-cum and I loved it. I licked up and down the shaft, and tickled his balls, and swirled my tongue around his head, until when I felt his balls rise, and I deep throated him the best I could. His cum shot down my throat, and I could feel the warm gooeyness rise up into my mouth. I leaned back and I spit it all on his chest, the cum clung to the hair, and I lapped up every last drop, tasting the water and the sweat, and the hair, and then I felt his hand under my chin, and he dragged me up to his mouth, and then his tongue mingled with the tastes in my mouth. He and I got to share a bit of his cum, and we pulled apart, smiling, and clean, but at the same time, very dirty.
Ten minutes later 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!
I opened my eyes, and I looked at the clock. It was two thirty and I heard a nocking on the door. Not quite thinking what I was doing, I went to the door and opened it. Standing there, looking very interested was Deborra Jackman. She looked me up and down, lingered a bit on my cock, and said, "You might want to wake Hugh up. I figured you two were sleeping since I didn't hear anything since twelve. He's got to be in the radio city music hall in about two hours for the call for the Tony Awards. Can I trust you to wake him up?" "Yeah... sure! I think I know just how." I guess I smiled funny cause she said that I needed to leave him some energy for the show that night. I knew that, but a harmless little blow job never did anyone any harm... I knew I was living a dream!