This story is fiction and is not ment to imply anything about the true sexuality of Brendan Fraser and Brad Pitt.
Celebrity;'brendan-brad' (dudesurfer) (m/m) (1!1)
"Cut!"
The cast and crew broke up as the director issued his order. It was the last day of filming George of the Jungle; the movie could now be edited and in theaters in a few months.
Brendan Fraser lept down from the vine he had been swinging on. Unfortunately, he didn't have time to hang out with the crew as usual. Today he was in a hurry. The studio had scheduled him for a charity ball in New York in just a few hours. He would have to go straight to the airport, catch a flight, and would have just enough time to clean up at his hotel.
He scanned the lot for Charlie, his manager. Charlie was a little abset-minded at times, but Brendan like him so much he kept him around despite the occassional mistake. He spotted Charlie running toward him.
"C'mon, kid." Charlie huffed as he led Brendan by the arm, "You've got no time to waste. The limo's waiting to take you to the airport now!"
"Huh?" Brendan said, a bit dazed by being dragged by his manager. "I mean, don't I get to change?" Brendan was wearing just his loin cloth and nothing else.
"No time, but don't worry. I stashed a bag with a change of clothes in the limo. You can change on the way to the airport...if you're not too shy that is."
"Meaning?"
"Brad Pitt is riding along. He was in a meeting with some of the producers and someone told him about the benefit. He's gotta go to New York anyway, so he agreed to make an appearance. The studio told him he could ride along with you. Now in ya go."
They had reached the limo. Charlie swung open the rear door, practically shoved Brendan in, and then hollered up to the driver. The limo pulled away from the movie lot.
After being virtually thrown inside, Brendan found he had landed on something warm and soft...or rather, *someone warm and soft. He had fallen right into the lap of Brad Pitt.
"Whoa. Uh...sorry about that man." Brenda stammered, feeling more than a little embarrassed.
"Don't sweat it" Brad said. He was wearing a white button-up shirt, long sleeves rolled up and the first two buttons undone. He wore rather tight fitting Khaki pants and dark socks and shoes. His hair, golden blond, was as neat and perfect as his friendly smile.
Brendan had never met Brad before, so they shook hands and greeted each other. After composing himself, Brendan realized that, while Brad was fully clothed, he was still wearing his little brown loin cloth and that was it. He began to search around the inside of the limo.
"Something wrong?" Brad asked him.
"Yeah. Have you seen a duffle bag in here?"
"Nope." Brad replied.
"Shit!" Brendan thought to himself. Leave it to Charlie to make his one mistake of the week today. He must have forgotten the stash the bag in here for him. Now the limo was stuck in late afternoon traffic and there was no way it could turn around. What a pain in the ass.
Brendan, now somewhere between anger and embarassment, blushed a bit and sat down next to Brad. It felt awkward, being virtually naked and just inches away from one of the most hansome men he'd ever seen. Running around with a small flap covering his crotch and ass in front of a group of people was kind of fun. It was no big deal. He had worked hard to get his body in great shape for the movie, and didn't mind showing it off. But being alone, face to face with someone in a cramped space, was a little weird. It didn't happen very often, but Brendan Fraser was starting to feel a bit self-concious.
Brendan explained his situation to Brad. What was Brendan going to do, he thought, besides kill Charlie when he got back.
Brad smiled, and told him not to worry. He then picked up the limo's car phone dailed one of his assistants, who just happened to live near the airport. What a lifesaver, Brendan thought. He gave Brad his shirt and pant sizes, which Brad relayed to the assistant. Brad then hung up the phone.
"Well," said Brad with a smile, "It's about fourty-five minutes until we arrive at LAX, so Diane will have plenty of time to grab you some clothes from the mall and meet us when we arrive."
Brendan let out a sigh of releif. His mind had begun reeling at the thought of sitting for hours in first class while barefoot and shirtless. Now, at least, he could rest easy knowing some clothes would be waiting for him.
The both sat back and began to talk. They traded stories of life in Hollywood, talking about the people and places they either hated or loved. Brendan was pleasantly surprised to find out how much he had in common with Brad, and how easy he was to get along with. After about fourty minutes, they seemed totally at ease with each other. That's when the subject turned to sex.
"I can't wait to get to New York." said Brad, "My girlfriend, Gwen Paltrow, is meeting me at the charity ball. And once that's over, trust me, we are going to definitely going make up for some lost time. You wouldn't believe what a hot lay she is."
"I can imagine." was all Brendan could reply, not really knowing how to respond. Of course, he thought Gwendlyn was hot. A total babe. But he sure didn't want to say that with her boyfriend sitting right next to him.
"I just hope I can hold out until we make it back to my apartment on Park Ave. I've had a lot of girls, but I tell you, she's got the tightest little pussy by far. I can't wait till I can stick my fingers and tounge down there. It'll drive her wild."
"Wow." thought Brendan out loud. He was glad Brad felt comfortalbe enough to talk to him about it, but a part of him wished he wouldn't. After all, Brendan hadn't had a girlfriend for a few months now, and filming George of the Jungle from dawn to dusk everyday didn't exactly help. The past few weeks he hadn't had the time or energy to even beat off, let alone meet someone. He was contantly horny, and hearing Brad talk like this was starting to make his cock twitch.
"Man, she got the perkiest breasts, too" Brad continued, almost as if he were talking to himself. "With nipples you could suck on for days. I love doing that while I tease her pussy with my fingers. You have know idea how fucking hard that gets me."
Actually, Brendan was starting to get a pretty good idea. He was desperately trying not to, but his cock was starting to slowly but surely fill out and lenghten. This would be embarrassing enough, Brendan thought, in any normal setting. But sitting there with just a soft leather loin cloth, he quietly started to panic.
"I remember this one time," Brad kept going, seeminly oblivious to Brendan's situation "We were on a yacht all by ourselves in Florida. I just pulled down here bikini bottom and started pumping her from behind, right on the sundeck. I just slowly sank my cock inside of her and all she could do was squirm from the pleasure. It felt so good inside of her."
"Uh-oh." Brendan thought to himself. He really didn't know what to do now. His prick was now rapidly starting to get stiff, and he couldn't do a thing about it. He tried thinking about the Dodgers, but it was too late. His horny rod was just seconds away from being fully erect, and he didn't think his little loin cloth was going to being able to keep it all in.
Brad was looking straigt at Brendan now, still talking about his sex life with his girlfriend. Brendan politely half-smiled, trying to look as though everthing was cool. He squirmed just a little bit...and then it happened. The head of his dick forced it's way past his waistband and popped out from his loin cloth. Shit! And it was still growing. What the hell was he going to do.
"Whoa," Brad smirked as he looked down into Brendan's crotch. By this time, about half of Brendan's cock was pointing out of the waist band. "I didn't know George of the Jungle carried *that kind of a spear."
"Well, I, uh....you see, it's like...it's like..." Brandon stuttered, unable to hide his hard-on and feeling more helpless than ever.
"I'm impressed." Brad said, his smirk changing into a wide, micheivious grin. Without even asking, he reached over and took hold of Brendan's cock, using his thumb to rub the underside of Brendan's dick head.
"Oh, man" Brendan moaned. This was too weird, he thought. He wanted to pull away, he really did. But having neglected his cock for so long, he just couldn't. Brad's warm hand felt great on his shaft, which was now harder than ever.
"Do you like this?" as Brad seductively.
"Dude," Brendan moaned, unable to do anything but give in the the senations taking over him. "I...I can't believe you're making my dick feel this good."
"If you think this feels good, how about this..." And with that, Brad leaned over and took the head of Brendan's dick into his mouth. With his hands, he hooked his fingers over the waist band of Brendan's loin cloth and pulled them down to his ankles. With Brendan's cock and balls now fully exposed, Brad opened his mouth wider and swallowed over half of the shaft.
Brendan shuddered. He'd always knew he had a big cock, ten full inches in fact. It usually freaked out most girls, but here was Brad Pitt, *the Brad Pitt, taking his cock down about two inches more than any girl ever had. His boner throbbed like never had before. Brendan was starting to get the feeling that Brad had done this before.
Brad took his mouth off of Brendan's rock hard cock and moved down to the other actor's huge, amazingly low hanging balls. He licked and kissed each one as he began to unbutton his own shirt, exposing his hairless chest. It wasn't as tan as Brendan's, but it was just as muscular.
Thank God these windows are tinted, Brendan thought. He looked over at the man in the car in the next lane. What would that old fart do if he know that two of the hunkiest, most sought after studs in Hollywood were having sex right in the next lane?
In moments, Brad had his shirt off and was kneeling down in front of Brendan. He had switched back to bobing his head up and down on Brendan's trobbing dick. Brendan couldn't help but put his hands on Brad's head and run his fingers through Brad's soft blonde hair.
About that time, he felt something warm and soft, yet stiff, against his bare foot. It was Brad's cock! He had undone his pants and now his boner was just resting on Brendan's foot. This was too much to handle!
While still slurping on Brendan's huge rod, Brad used one hand to play with Brendan's nipple and the other to play with his hairy, warm balls. After only a few minutes, Brendan couldn't stay still. He kept involuntarily bucking his tight ass off the seat, trying to get more of his cock down Brad's amazing throut. He was beathing heavily, and couldn't help but move his head side to side from the passion.
"I gotta...I gotta..." was all Brendan was able to get out before his rock hard dick started spewing. Brad immediately sensed this and took his mouth off right at the last possible moment. Brendan's first load of cum shot up three feet in the air, then fell back down with a splat on his abs. He could do nothing but moan uncontrollably as the next four shots did the same.
As he was cuming, Brendan felt Brad's cock flex on top of his foot. Then he felt warm liquid all over; Brad had cum without even touching his cock! It didn't shoot like Brendan's did, it just oozed and oozed until Brendan's foot and toes were just covered in white jizz.
At that moment, the limo pulled to a stop at the airport terminal. Brendan was slumped back in his seat, trying to catch his breath. His cock was half hard and wet from Brad's mouth. While still in a daze from the intensity of his orgasam, he watched Brad get dressed quickly, then open a cabinet on the far side of the limo. Brad reached his arm deep inside, then pulled out a blue back pack.
"Here you go." he said, tossing the bag to Brendan, who had a completely confused look on his face. "I hid the bag before you got here. I just couldn't pass up the chance of being with you while you were practically naked."
Brendan's brain, still a bit out of it from his encounter, finally put it all together. Brad had planned to put the moves on him since the moment they left the studio. Brendan didn't think of himself as gay, he had never even considered sex with a man before now. Still, he thought, there wasn't a girl he had met yet who made him shot his wad the way Brad just did. And if you going to be doing it with a guy, the t