Hi guys,
Thanks for your feedback on the last instalment. I love writing about Jared Padalecki. I can feel a Supernatural series of hot tales coming on. The hose up inside Chad seemed to be a huge favourite of your guys! But keep the feedback coming cos that's the only reason I bother with this. The following is the 'Best TV or Film male in a Submissive Role" award. I am writing it in two parts and here is the first. I may have a break in between, write something else, depends on you.
Remember, it's for over eighteens or whatever you age is in your part of the world and is completely made up, not intending to suggest any of these real people are real homosexuals or extreme sex enthusiasts. And if your offended by bad language, gay sex acts or poor spelling, run, run for the hills.
"Oh fuck man, that thing is huge . . . oh, man, oh god" gasped Jared Padalecki. His forehead runs with sweat, sticking his hair in ragged ankles across his brow. His eyes are almost as wide as his mouth as the 'huge thing' slides further inside his cunt. "Oh shit, Chris, I'm not sure I can take another inch"
Jared looks over his naked shoulder, past his broad, muscled back and down to his fully plugged hole. From his wet, stretched arsehole, a long snooker cue protrudes. The fat end of it is buried inside him, forcing his legs out at an unnatural angle that makes them twitch with sinewy muscle. Attached to the cue the strong hand of Chris Evans grips harder and moves the cue inside Jared's chute causing him to cry out. Moving up the hand we find a very large, built arm and shoulder. The Fantastic Four star looks down at Jared's hole and smiles a big, perverse grin.
"I think you can afford to take a few more inches, Jared" he replies, twisting the cue to find more space inside. "What do you reckon, Paul?" he asks, turning to look away from Jared.
On a nearby chair, watching, Paul Walker sits. His jeans are unzipped and partially pulled down around his thighs. His cock lies up against his abdominal muscles twitching between a recent cum load now swimming inside Jared's anal passage and the fresh buds of a new hard-on ready to fuck. Resting his head on one side and running a finger from his cock head, trailing spent cum up to his nipple, he fixes his co-fuck with a smile and says "I reckon the little cunt shouldn't be given a choice in the matter, Chris. Fucking impale the horny little cunt. Pull that cue out, give him a breather, then push that fucker right back up"
"No, no . . . ." Jared begins. With one swift movement, the cue is out and Jared's arsehole begins to close down to normal size. With another, the fat end opens him up again and Jared pisses cum onto the snooker table. Chris repeats short bursts of removal, watching with expert eye as the young studs hole closes just enough to make it pleasurable and painful all at the same time before stuffing it back in. "Oh motherfucker, oh motherfucking cunt. You fucking stud. My hole is on fire, oh fuck, oh fuck . . ." Jared mumbles before his remarks are nothing but a mixture of animal grunts and whispered, breathy expletives. The table below him is drenched in a flat puddle of Jared's cum.
Chris pulls out the cue fully and chucks it on the floor. Jared collapses forward into his own spunk and softly moans as his anal orgasm continues unabated. Chris sits down nest to Paul who is hard again and holding a big, black dildo in his hand. The end of it glistens with wetness.
"You know", Paul begins before licking the wet juice of the end, "I think this thing was my favourite. He really liked it when I let him ride it. We should include it". With that statement, Paul slides end into his mouth, stretching it, and moving it around.
"Whatever you think" Chris says dropping to his knees taking Paul's dick into his mouth . . . .
"Gentleman", the hotel speaker system began, "I am pleased to announce the nominees for the 'Best television or film male in a submissive role'. Would they please report to the V.I.P. bar area immediately"
The speaker system was plugged into every room in the hotel, every lift, every function room. Many a time a spectacular fuck fest had been broadcast to every hotel guest at the incorrect flick of a button.
"CHAD MICHAEL MURRAY" the loud speaker boomed.
Chad looked up from the mouthful of cock he was getting and smiled. One nomination in the 'Best Television category' (and a severe fucking from a phantom hose) and here he was nominated again.
"Those guys must really love you" Jesse Metcalfe signed, knowing this meant he might not get chance to blow his load in Chad's mouth today. Chad looked up and nodded, descended on Jesse's meat and shoved his index finger up Jesse's arse instantly milking a fat load into his mouth.
"Fuck . . . " Jesse moaned as he emptied three more loads inside. Chad stood, kissed Jesse and leaked his warm spunk back into the TV gardeners mouth.
"See you later" Chad offered cheekily and headed out the door.
"TOM WELLING" boomed the speaker.
Tom opened his eyes inside his shower and his mouth dropped. He to had been nominated last category and he laughed with joy. "Someone thinks I can ride dick well" He muttered to himself. Moving quickly from the shower he dried his naked form and threw on some shorts and a t-shirt and left.
"ADAM BRODY" boomed the speaker.
"Fuck Ben, I've been nominated in the 'Taking it in the hole' category", Adam shouted down his mobile.
"Well, we both know how good you are at it", replied Benjamin McKenzie, his O.C. co-star, "Go show them how it's done"
Clicking shut his mobile and chucking it into his rucksack, Adam headed off to the bar.
"IAN SOMERHALDER" the speaker finished, announcing the final star hole.
"I always saw myself as the King of Cock-sucking" Ian Somerhalder said to himself as he strided off towards the bar as well.
The four nominees sat together listening to masters of ceremonies Paul Walker and Chris Evans. As Chris explained the competition Paul Walker looked at the prime hole he might have the chance to plug. He eyes up Tom Welling, looking up the leg of Tom's flimsy shorts to try and see the famously large Welling prick. There, lolling against equally flimsy white briefs, he could make out a large ball and the head of a fat prick. Moving his gaze across to Adam, his eyes drifted up skinny jeans and a button up, short sleeved shirt. The young guy was surprisingly toned for a slim lad and Paul knew what this might mean. A skinny, tight arse with muscled receptive cheeks that tucked in to the body enough to see heavy balls and a long prick hand down. Bliss.
Chad and Ian sat next to each other, both with long, long frames packed with interesting knotted muscle. Chad's shoulders were broader and his choice of T-shirt accentuated his chest. Ian's looser fitted shirt was made up for by tight jeans, a tight hung package and when he moved over to reach for a glass of water, a beautiful rounded arse that Paul desperately wanted to pound.
"Paul and I have been chosen, and this is between ourselves, to officiate this competition as we are two of the nominated 'Best Tops'. Kinda like a special treat. Our fellow nominees can't take part for various reasons but we will get to that. Depending on how this works, the winner will not only get points and an award but will help judge the 'Best Top' Category. In terms you buckets will understand, your going to get gang-fucked by those four nominees"
An audible babble of ecstatic contentment at the though of servicing Chris, Paul and two other studs erupted around the bar.
"However, you going to have to beat each other to it. We have three rounds of arse-filling action that Jared Padalecki helped us test this morning. Each round tests you as a bottom, the first looks at how well you know your own arse. So boys, get your clothes off and hitch up your legs. It's time to watch you finger fuck yourselves" Chris and Paul watched with steely gazes as the nominees striped off. Tom's shorts and underwear came down quickly, his huge prick swaying and spraying. Tom was obviously up for showing his talents. He hitched up his legs as instructed, spreading his hole and he rested one finger in front of his naked ring, smiling directly at Paul.
Chad instead turned his back on the judges taking his trousers and grey A and E boxers down around his ankles. He put his knees up on his chair and positioned his hand below himself, sitting down. The boy was gonna ride his pinkies.
Ian was already licking his fingers and running them around his hole before Chris or Paul could notice. He, like Tom, had rested back in his chair with his legs up and was ready to begin.
Finally, Adam was standing against the wall, one arm out, naked. His jeans were only pulled down a little but enough for everyone to see his tight, tight arse and his coke can like prick swinging below. "It'll stop me from playing with my prick if I stand like this" Adam explained waiting for the off.
"Right lads, the deal is no one cums. Anyone cums and they lose, the others go straight through to round two. The person who has four fingers and a thumb up him first is safely through. But, if you get their first, you gotta wait for the others to try catching up so you could be filled with fingers for a while. You can touch your dick if you want. Just don't blow. Pre-cum is safe. GO!"
At the sound of his commanding voice the boys began to work. From his standing position Adam Brody bent his knees a little and positioned his middle finger at this hole. With a light stabbing movement the tip slid in and then stopped. Adam's butt muscles pushed back against the invading finger before relenting against the pressure, popped and let the finger in. Adam let out a satisfied little moan and rested against the bottom of his now hidden finger.
Meanwhile, Ian Somerhalder was slowly rotating three fingers around his ring. With each circle the hole opened and closed, getting looser and looser. Using this method he began to jab at his hole and finally all three disappeared together. Ian threw his head back as they impacted inside him letting out a dirty "Fuck" that made Paul turn and fixate on his finger crammed cunt hole.
Paul turned his attention to Chad next to him who was slowly bouncing his tight arse on two fingers, pointing directly up into his sphincter. His prick was fully hard and occasionally rubbed against the chair leather. Chad moved his last two fingers underneath and in a swift movement had them up his hole letting out a prolonged groan. He then moved his knees of the chair and put his legs either side and rested on his hand. Working his ring piece open some more with his thumb he found a small area of space and it slid up inside him. Paul Walker moved over to his chair and looked closely at Chad's arsehole, widened considerably by his entire hand. Now all Chad had to do was sit their and not shoot.
Chris Evans had now moved his chair very close to Tom's, staring in captivated lust at the performance Tom was giving him. The Smallville hunk's legs were hitched up but wide apart. Chris's own legs were either side of Tom's chair and Tom's feet rested on Chris's own. Down below Tom was fisting himself with four fingers and using his thumb to pull his balls up and down, making the fat nuts descend and pull down his big, fat cock. "I just want you to know", Tom whispered to Chris, "my cunt is twitching for your meat and when I push my fat thumb up to meet the rest of my fingers I'll be imagining it's your quivering prick breaking my hole in two". With that, the thumb went in, Tom pushing down to meet it and swearing hard into Chris's face. In between Chris's legs his dick was harder than it had ever been, filled to bursting at the sight and sound of Tom Welling losing his digits in his dark, wet hole and promising him a fuck.
The race was on now between Adam and Ian, unless Tom or Chad blew. Adam's hole was now filled with four fingers, reached around from the front to his naked back. Paul loved the sight of him standing there, his body buckling around his chute, his other arm pulsating with muscle keeping him upright. But then all eyes were on Ian. is breathing was laboured and his eyes dilated. He was pulling the fingers out and shoving them back up hard, and using his other hand to pound on his dick. "I don't care guys. I just want to cum so badly. I've never been this wide open before" and without removing his stare from the crowd he blew a load that coated his chin and broad chest. Ian moved his hand out of his hole and smeared the cum up on his chin, licking at arse juice and cock cream all at once. Ian was out.
Ian had left a few moments earlier as Chris outlined the next challenge.
"A bottom not only knows himself but can accommodate something big up his tiny hole. The three of you now need to take three different sizes of object. If you cum, you loose, which is hard considering you've just near-fisted yourselves. If you can't take something, you're out as well. Paul, show are competitors what they will be riding"
Paul moved to the snooker table and held up a long snooker cue, wanking the fat end with one hand. He then produced a large black dildo, twelve inches by five which he smiling placed on the table by the cue. Finally, he stood next to Chris and unzipped bother their jeans with both hands letting their dicks fall out, both hard and rubbed them together. "Both of these at once" he purred.
Adam was straight up and over to the guys. Reaching out his grabbed both dicks and lightly wanked them. "I'll be having these, please" he explained.
Chad moved over to the table and picked up the snooker cue handing Tom the dildo. "Good luck" he offered to his rivals.
Well, that's part one of two for this instalment. I'm far too horny to complete and therefore am off to sort myself out!! Tom, Adam or Chad will be crowned 'Best bottom'.
Cheers.