Disclaimer: This story has no affiliation with the Warner Bros film Troy or its writers, characters, actors, and other involved parties. It is a fictional story and makes no claims about the sexuality of mentioned actors.
This is the first installment in a series that I intend to continue, provided that the interest is out there, so email me if you'd like to me to keep writing. Thanks! - rykaction@yahoo.com
Eric and Brad: Part 1, A visit to Orlando's trailer to rehearse scripts.
In what started as a rehearsal session for Troy, Eric Bana and Brad Pitt read their lines with a peculiar tone and passion that Orlando Bloom found quite unusual and rather arousing. Orlando had volunteered his trailer for a bit of a party/rehearsal so they could get to know one another better before the shoot. Little did he know that both Eric and Brad had something else in mind. This is not to say that Orlando wasn't hoping for something to happen. He was just a bit of a shy kind of guy to go parading his ass in front of the two studs. None-the-less, he found a modest outfit for the occasion, a pair of jeans and his trademark white v-neck, which clung loosely to his slim figure.
It was precisely this outfit, however, that made men like Eric and Brad ogle over Orlando's body. In perhaps a parallel universe, they pictured themselves grabbing his shirt by the v and tearing it in half, exposing his slender, toned body, boyish and vulnerable to their touch. But that's perhaps in a parallel universe.
Tonight, Eric and Brad had made plans to seduce Orlando, use him for all he was worth, and make him their sex slave for the rest of the shoot. It would prove to be too easy.
They arrived at the trailer after having played some rugby with the camera crew, a sport Orlando had no intention of participating in. They stood at his doorstep in nothing but their scanty red rugby shorts, sweaty and dirty. Eric's lightly haired chest looked all the more enticing with a brush of mud across his abdomen and Brad's incredibly sculpted torso gleamed in the moonlight. With their matching shorts providing ample viewing of their muscular legs and the only pieces of fabric hiding their manhood, Orlando could only gasp when he opened his door, immediately turning around as he invited them inside so he could hide his instant hard-on.
"Hey guys! Come on in! I ordered us some pizza. It might be cold, now, but I can heat it back up."
"Sorry about our appearances and our lateness," Eric said with his Australian accent as he winked at Brad, "We got carried away in the game and forgot about the time. Luckily we've got a change of clothes in our bags. Do you mind if we use your shower?"
"Um, sure," Orlando replied as he looked them up and down again, "It is kind of late, though, so make it quick. That shoot is really early in the morning."
"We'll use the shower together," Brad volunteered with a gleam in his eye, "We're guys, right?"
"Yeah, no problem," said Eric smiling back, "It's kind of like the showers in the locker room. We can handle it."
"Um, alright," said Orlando with much skepticism, "It's rather small in there, but I guess if you can handle it..."
"Sure, we can," they said simultaneously as they pushed each other towards the bathroom and started stripping off their shorts midway there.
Orlando gulped as he watched their muscular asses parade to the back of his trailer, fantasizing about them together in the shower. But no, they wouldn't, would they? They were both married and perhaps the two most hetero icons in Hollywood.
As the two naked men stepped into the cramped bathroom, they looked at each other with a familiar desire. After all, they'd been fucking each other since they first met for the movie. Eric pushed Brad playfully into the shower and stepped inside. He pressed his raging hard-on against Brad's crack, not like he had much of a choice. Both their muscular bodies hardly fit into shower. They had just enough room to "fuck around".
Eric grinded his cock against Brad's ass crack as he wrapped his hands around his pecs and started to play with his nipples. Brad responded with an incredibly deep moan of ecstasy and both their cocks spurted a few shots of precum.
"This Achilles has another weakness," Eric whispered in Brad's ear as he continued playing with his nipples, "but we've got business to tend to."
Their cocks were huge and hard as rock, but Orlando was their priority for the evening. It was going to be a night of hot and dirty athletic sex that only Eric and Brad could perform. Brad lathered up Eric's ruggedly muscular hairy body and Eric did the same for Brad's smooth godly arms and legs. They finished and dried off, their dicks still at full attention, still leaking a little bit.
Again, they both had the same outfits in their bags- Both men preferred CK's, a form-fitting pair of jeans and a white tank top. They took one look at eachother and practically went at it again, but they were quickly reminded by Orlando's voice.
"Are you guys ready? It's getting rather late!"
When the two men returned, Orlando had to do everything in his power to stop from getting down on his knees and worshipping their bodies. There they stood, with what were incredibly huge bulges in their jeans and looks of lust in their eyes. Tight white tank tops framed defined pecs and sculpted tan shoulders. Orlando pictured himself with Eric Bana's body wrapped around him from behind, fucking his ass while Brad fed him his cock.
"Orlando, are you ok?" Brad said as Orlando snapped out of his fantasy. The gorgeous duo had moved to the couch and sat suspiciously close to one another, script in hand. "So let's get started."
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