Disclaimer: The following story centers around Jake Gyllenhaal, who, after the filming of his gay cowboy film, Brokeback Mountain, becomes so consumed with unsatisfied queer lust that he builds himself a special machine to help with his urges.and in the process, inadvertently gets one of his hot actor buddies to assist him further. I know nothing about the sexuality of Jake or Adam Brody, and this story is not meant to imply anything about their orientations. If the idea of guy/guy sex grosses you out, or if you're under 18, then please stop reading any further. If you're into the idea of Jake and Adam getting fucked, by both real and artificial means, then do read on. Comments/constructive criticism/nude photos of either celeb can be sent to bedroomathlete84@hotmail.com. If you like this story, I also write (or used to write, though this might change one day) the Celeb Foot Fun stories, also archived at Nifty. Enjoy!
Jake's Machine
Jake Gyllenhaal sipped his black coffee, eager for it to kick in so he could finally wake up. It was nearly eleven o'clock and he hadn't slept a wink all night. His sleep problems of late were largely due to one overriding fact: he wasn't getting any. Like most single guys with raging hormones, Jake was given to tossing and turning all night with sexual angst, writhing around until they finally decided to just to give up and wank their way to sleep. He hadn't had any action in months. He and Kirsten Dunst were pretty much just friends at this point, since their schedules and conflicting personalities just meant that they couldn't make things work out. In addition, his other recent sex partner had flown back to Australia to spend some time with the family before heading back to the States, where, with Jake, they'd together collect the fruits of their recent labor; namely, the accolades for their performances in Brokeback Mountain. So in the meantime, he had no one to turn to for his sexual frustration, and he vented it inwardly on himself.
Another related, but bigger, problem was to due to a singular obsession which had been occupying him for the past few weeks. He had been hard at work on a machine which would take care of the first problem, a machine which would aid in his getting off whenever he wanted. Jake, however, had very specific desires which weren't easily satisfied by a quick jerk-off, though he did of course enjoy any quality time he spent masturbating. No, this was going a step further than that.
The results of his project were stored in his living room closet, underneath a white tablecloth. The project in question was rather large and, even with the covering, called attention to itself. The thing, however, wouldn't fit in his bedroom closet, and indeed, the living room closet was the only one in his house in Los Angeles that could accommodate the project's size. As a result of this, Jake had to insist on hanging up people's coats whenever they came by, which wasn't that often in the first place. He'd managed to conceal himself from the paparazzi well enough by not going out much to party in the first place. In fact, that was one of the reasons why Kirsten had broken up with him. He generally desired to just stay home and read a good book than go out and get sloshed and risk embarrassment in front of the press. Well, if the press caught wind of what he was doing right now, he knew that they would have a field day with it, so he made sure to keep his project very tightly under wraps.
Drinking the last remnants of his coffee, Jake went to the closet and, lifting up the sheet, removed from underneath it an antique cigar box that he'd been using as a makeshift toolbox. He opened it up and took out a large portion of nuts and bolts and screwdriver. He laid them all out methodically, knowing precisely which part went where and to what each gadget corresponded. Though acting was his number one passion, very few people knew that Jake additionally had a passion for building things. As a kid he loved tinkering around with his grandparents' Erector set, building robots and model buildings, and he thought to himself, with some humor, that right now he was building another type of "Erect-or" set altogether, one that his grandpa certainly wouldn't have approved of.
Hauling out his project from the closet and removing the tablecloth cover, he set to work. Once Jake became obsessed with creating something, he saw to it that he finished it, with his film roles as with his personal projects. He especially did not like when other people bothered him in the middle of his craft, preferring instead to focus singularly on whatever toy he was creating. For about half an hour he worked in peace, forgetting for a while the demands of the outside world, including his work, his surroundings, and most importantly, his hormones. In a way, the project also worked to take his mind off of his insatiable desires, despite the fact that this particular project was being designed for his satisfaction.
At around 11:45 am, Jake's phone, to his dismay, rang, while he was screwing something in, no less. He was going to just ignore it but he knew it would just keep gnawing at him if he didn't answer it. Putting down his tools, Jake got up and ran over to his telephone, which had rung about four times by then.
"Hello?" answered Jake irritably, not bothering to check who was even calling him.
"Hey man, it's Adam."
Fuck! Jake had totally forgotten that he had made lunch plans for noon with Adam Brody today. The two had become friends about a year ago when they realized they both have a mutual love for surfing and shared some pretty similar musical tastes. Their busy schedules meant that neither of them had much time for hanging out, but they had planned a lunch at a relatively discreet caf‚ on the Strip today, which, in Jake's mad scientific lust, he had completely forgotten about.
"Oh shit, where are you? Am I late for our lunch?"
"Well, actually, I don't have a lot of time for lunch, I'm supposed to be doing a script reading for the O.C. today, but I'm in my car driving around and I'm pretty close to your house right now, mind if I stop by?"
"Sure thing, man, how far away are you?"
"Um, about five minutes or so. Almaveda Street, right?"
"Yeah, that's it. Come on over, man, I'd love to see you."
"Me too, see you in a bit. Bye."
"Later." Now Jake had the unfortunate problem of having to put away all this crap in about five minutes to make sure Adam didn't think he was a total weirdo creep. Gathering all the nuts and bolts scattered around him, he threw them together in the antique cigar box. He placed the cigar box on the top shelf of his closet and then draped his project in the protective tablecloth. Pushing the thing in, he had just about gotten it into the closet when the doorbell finally rang.
Jake, with a final heave, managed to fit the unwieldy project into his closet, and, being sure to close the door first, responded to the doorbell. He opened up and, sure enough, Adam Brody was standing there.
"Hey, man."
"Hey, Adam. Come on in. Oh, let me grab your coat." It had been a particularly brisk February day, which was still barely cold for California, but enough to warrant at least a sweatshirt.
"Oh, sure thing," said Adam, who disrobed and handed Jake his pullover hoodie. Jake went back over to his closet and discreetly opened the closet door and hung Jake's sweatshirt on a plastic hanger. "It's pretty chilly outside, but it's still a nice day to be driving around. Wish I had time to, though."
"Yeah, I hear that. I've got some stupid interviews to do later today. People magazine or whoever. I'm sort of sick of telling people about my love life and what it was like to play a gay character, as if it's a big deal anymore."
"Seriously, straight guys play gay guys all the time now. Plus about half of Hollywood is gay anyway. People keep talking about it like it's some big secret."
"Yeah, you're telling me. Want some fruit or anything?" asked Jake, eager to change the subject away from discussions of sexual orientation. The doe-eyed actor definitely had a soft spot in his heart from Adam, with his curly hair and boyish good looks. He was extremely cute, but he didn't want to let slip his real feelings on the matter. Besides, it's not like they would've gotten anywhere anyway; Adam was, as far as he knew, as straight as a pencil.
"Yeah, I'll have a banana, thanks," responded Adam.
Jake tore one off the bunch that lay in his fruit bowl on the kitchen counter and tossed it to him. "So how's the show going?"
Adam peeled the banana, took a bite and spoke, with a full mouth. "Ith pree goo. The ebitho' wir thoon today ith intenth."
"Uh, come again?"
Adam swallowed. "Sorry. It's pretty good, the episode we're shooting today is intense."
"Hah, aren't all the episodes of the O.C. intense? It's like, someone finds out someone is cheating on them in every other episode, and then someone shoots someone else, or something like that."
"Well, hey, we're a soap opera, what do you expect? There's always ratings to consider, too."
"Yeah, I imagine it's pretty nerve-wracking to work for TV in that respect. Knowing that you really have to do something to command the audiences to watch week after week. Must take a lot out of you."
"Yeah, well, movies are pretty stressful, too. I've only done a few myself but I think TV is way less hectic and more relaxed. I'd be so nervous that the movie wouldn't do well all the time."
"That's why I like doing low-budget indie movies a lot, there's none of that pressure to sell movies. And I don't think movies should really be treated as commodities anyway, I like to watch something that'll actually make me think and feel instead of some boring Hollywood blockbuster."
"Dude, c'mon, you were in The Day After Tomorrow!"
"Yeah, but there's a difference between acting in films and actually watching them. I only ever watched it at the LA premiere and then tried to tune every bit of press it got after that out."
"I guess you have a point, even though I liked The Day After Tomorrow. I'm a sucker for movies with explosions and stuff. And you were cool in it, too."
"Haha, thanks for your warm compliments," replied Jake sarcastically.
"No, but I don't really watch my show much either, but for other reasons. I've been acting for so much of my life and I still feel weird just listening to my recorded voice. Where's your garbage can?" Adam had finished the banana.
"Here, let me get that." Jake took the banana peel from Adam and went to the sink, under which was the trashcan. He deposited the peel, noting that it was probably about time to take the garbage out.
"Oh hey, do you mind if I step out a bit to smoke a cigarette?" Adam asked.
"Not at all, man," replied Jake, at the kitchen sink.
"Okay, cool, I left my cigarettes in my jacket, though, I think."
"Oh, well, let me get them for you, then." Jake bolted upright, eager to make sure Adam wouldn't step into the closet.
"Nah, dude, it's alright, I can get them myself," replied Adam, wondering what to make of his host's eagerness to attend to him so readily. He was already closer to the closet than Jake was, anyway, and reached it in time before Jake could protest.
Opening the closet, Adam rifled through Jake's coats until he found his own. What struck him as he was searching though was the large object, obscured by a bedsheet, which took up about half the closet's space. Adam, always curious, took a peek underneath the cloth. "Hey, what's this chair doing in your closet?"
"Oh, never mind that, it's nothing. Just, uh, junk," stammered Jake.
Throwing the tablecloth off, Adam said "Well, if you don't want it anymore, I need some new furni."
Adam paused mid-sentence and took a look at the strange old chair, with what appeared to be a rubber penis jutting up noticeably in the middle of the seat, planted within the cushion, not entirely sure what to make of it. Jake registered the look of confusion on Adam's face and, formulating a quick response, stammered, "It's, uh, something I found on the street, and I thought it was so.ugly and weird that I decided to keep it. Trippy, huh?"
"Sure is," replied a still confused Adam, who then happened to notice the toolbox on the floor next to it, which, with its cluster of bolts scattered everywhere, indicated that it had obviously been recently used. "Have you been tricking it out, then? Why is it in your closet?"
"Because, um." Jake couldn't really reply to this without giving away his game, so he just came out with it, gritting his teeth and hoping to God that word of this contraption wouldn't leave his house. "I didn't.actually find it on the street at all. It's a special sort of device that I've been working on."
"I can see that," replied Adam, still eyeing the contraption. "So what does it do?"
"Well, I should give some background on it first," said Jake. "See, when Ang directed Heath to fuck me in Brokeback, he decided that we should just simulate the action and have no actual penetration. Except for one thing; whenever we faked it, it didn't look believable at all. Eventually, I convinced both Heath and myself, without letting Ang or anyone else know, to actually fuck me, right there. It was the only way we could get the shot to look, you know, natural."
At this, Adam raised an eyebrow. "Right, so, what happened?"
"Well, we did it, and we looked natural enough that Ang didn't even question anything. It was the first time I'd ever been fucked in the ass, and even though it hurt a lot at first, it started feeling really good the more we rehearsed the scene. We once almost gave the game away when Heath kept humping me after the final take because he was so desperate to shoot a wad in my ass. So then after the movie finished shooting, I realized that it would probably be awhile before I could get fucked again, and I sure as hell wasn't about to go to gay bars or the Castro or anything to pick up dudes. I mean, can you imagine what the tabloids would say? So, one day, out of sheer horniness, I discreetly ordered the dildo on that chair from an internet website. It felt so good to finally have something approximating a dick in my ass again, but I really missed the feeling of having someone thrust something into me instead of doing it all by myself. So I bought this small piston motor from a parts shop, rigged it up inside of this old chair, re-shaped the back of the chair and the seat to better accommodate my ass, and made myself this.amateur fucking machine." Once Jake had started telling Adam what had happened, he found himself unable to stop, so desperate was he to let someone know the truth about his newfound passion.
Adam stood there stunned, absorbing all of this information in for a second, before he spoke up, "So, the piston inside makes the dildo go up and down?"
"Yeah, but I'm also working on this other addition to it. I'm trying to get it to replicate the human penis as much as possible, so in addition to the thrusting, I'm implanting this tube inside the dildo, which I carved out myself. The tube is full of Vaseline hand cream so far, since I haven't found a more suitable replacement yet. There's a sensor built into the machine that indicates when ten minutes have passed. After ten minutes, a spring mechanism at the base of the dildo forces the cream out of the makeshift urethra and into your ass. If you want to keep riding it for longer than ten minutes though, there's a switch on the side that disables the sensor temporarily. Sort of like when someone gets really tired thrusting and needs to take a break for awhile."
"And then when you want to resume, you just switch it back on?"
"Yeah, that's the plan. I think I'm nearly done with it, and while I'm being totally honest with you, I might as well admit: when you called me before, I had just taken it for its first test drive. So I don't know whether it actually works or not." Jake couldn't believe he had divulged all of this information to Adam, who must have thought by now that he was totally insane. He'd probably never be able to show his face in public again after this.
Adam continued to inspect the machine, flicking the switch on the side. He was startled by the sudden loud vibration and the motion of the dildo which was, sure enough, bucking and thrusting in the manner of a piston. Turning it off again, he remarked "Looks like you really did spend a lot of time on this."
"Yeah, sort of a pet project of mine." Adam noticed that Jake could barely muster the energy to look him square in the face. He had to admit, he wouldn't have wanted anyone to find out if he'd made something like this, a contraption employed in the service of satisfying a perverse curiosity. However, he could sympathize, knowing the shame he felt when his parents walked in on him masturbating, or that time on the set of the OC when his co-star and ex- girlfriend, Mischa Barton, walked in on him and Ben Mackenzie.well, that wasn't important right now. At the moment, his friend looked in need of reassurance.
"So Jake, um, if you'd like a test subject, I'd be willing to volunteer. To, you know, see if it works."
Jake looked up in amazement, not believing what Adam had actually said. "Are you shitting me, man?"
"Naw, man, I'd love to try. After all the work you put into it, it would be sad if only person was able to get any fun out of it. Besides, it's a pretty hot idea."
Jake smiled. "Y-you really think so? I mean, I know how.weird and unusual it is."
"Well, I'm a pretty weird and unusual guy myself," replied Adam reassuringly. "So how `bout we get this thing started?"
"Sure! Just let me grab some lube first real quick. While I'm doing that, could you just move it out of the closet? It'd be easier for you to, you know."
"Haha, I got you, don't worry about it," smiled Adam. Jake blushed, ecstatically. That turned out far better than he'd expected!
After coming back from his room with the KY in hand, Jake found, to his surprise, Adam standing there already with just his t-shirt and socks on, his impressively-sized and cut penis with its low-hanging balls dangling in full sight between his legs. With a little luck, he'd be able to assuage Adam to take the chair's place for him later.
"You're ready, I see?"
"Yeah, all set. Sorry to disappoint you, but do you mind if I lube myself?"
Jake laughed. "Go ahead, man. Wow, I'm hoping this works out."
"Yeah, me too. It's a pretty sweet invention."
Jake was somewhat taken aback at Adam's eagerness to get fucked, but he didn't press his curiosity about it further. His own confessional was enough for one day.
Adam had gotten himself ready by squirting a dollop of KY on his index and middle fingers. Bending over, he inserted first the tips and then the entirety of his two fingers into his asshole, stretching it open to better ease the insertion of the dildo. The sight of Adam Brody finger- fucking himself to get ready to impale himself on the mechanized dildo was enough to make Jake grow rock hard in about three seconds. After buggering himself like this for awhile, he removed his fingers and, squirting a larger drop of the lube into his palm, massaged the dildo, making it wet and slick. When he had deemed the machine and himself both ready, he gave Jake a thumbs-up.
"Alright, so, take a seat," Jake urged of him.
Adam gladly obliged, positioning himself over the seat. Jake assisted him with actually sitting on the dildo, maneuvering the hot actor's ass so that it was directly over it. Easing him down slowly, Adam grimaced a bit as the head of the rigid rubber phallus first made contact with, and then stretched open, his already irritated asshole. Moving down in centimeters so as to acclimate himself, Adam finally came to rest in the seat, his asshole now entirely stuffed with the eight-inch fake penis. Jake quietly enthused to himself that he had found a more than suitable test subject, having had the hots for the cute star of the O.C. for some time.
His ass now firmly in place, Jake asked, "Ready?"
"You bet, man," said Adam, stiffly. He looked as ready as he would ever be.
Reaching down, Jake flicked the machine on. The loud vibrating hum started again, and the piston started firing. The motorized dildo, aided with the copious amounts of lube Adam had applied, slid in and out of Adam's ass. Jake had not yet worked on making the piston go first slowly and then increasingly faster, which he imagined would've led to both a more tremendous orgasm on the subject's part and not, instead, the look of surprise mixed with discomfort that showed itself across Adam's face just now.
"Sorry, man, I still need to work a few of the kinks out, I guess," said Jake sheepishly.
"Don't apologize man, this is fucking hot!" gushed Adam. "Besides, Heath wasn't slow with you when he first fucked you, was he?"
"I never fuck and tell," replied Jake, knowingly. He was glad that Adam had not been repulsed by him and instead excited to share in the pleasures his new invention had to offer. Obviously he wasn't going to patent it or anything, but that made the pleasure he would undoubtedly derive from it in the future all the better, the fact that it was his machine and no one else's. Also, who knew? Maybe he could get some of his other hot actor friends to come over and give it a whirl, too. Heath was a top all the way, but in Hollywood, he knew some 100% bottoms who would kill for a contraption like this in their bedrooms.
Jake watched intently as Adam got buggered by the machine, as his face contorted alternately with pleasure and pain, as his dick grew harder with each thrust of the mechanized dildo into his eager asshole, as sweat collected and dripped down his face and legs from the intensity of the experience. The experience of watching this happen was so fucking hot that he was tempted to rip Adam off the machine and finish the job himself, but this was additionally a scientific experiment, and one which he would be glad to see to completion. Jake had occasionally glanced at the clock. Nine minutes had passed already, so in about a minute they'd see whether the spring and sensor mechanisms would work. Adam seemed to have no interest in stopping and starting over again, so Jake just let the machine run its course.
In a manner of seconds, the dildo stopped moving and Adam's face contorted in surprise. Jake took this to mean that he had been successful.
"So, it worked?"
"Ohhhh, yeah, and it is cooooooold," replied a shivering Adam. Pulling himself slowly off of the machine, the now-stationary dildo was dribbling the last remnants of the hand cream that Jake had loaded into its storage tank. He noticed additionally that a fairly copious amount of the stuff had squirted into Adam's ass, since it was literally dripping out of his asshole and onto the carpet. Running into the kitchen, Jake grabbed a towel and threw it in Adam's direction.
"Here you go, man, sorry that so much came out."
"It's alright, I'm used to the feeling," replied Adam. Jake paused to consider this statement briefly and then let it go.
"So I guess my experiment was a success, huh?"
"Oh yeah, you should market that thing. Lots of guys and probably lots of girls too would love to own one, I bet."
"Yeah, can you imagine my name and face on the box? `Jake Gyllenhaal's Patented Fucking Machine, now only $249.95 at your local retailer!'" The two men both laughed.
"So what do you mean, you're used to the feeling?" Jake summoned up the courage to ask.
"Oh, you know," replied Adam somewhat timidly. "Ben and I, we've fucked around in the trailers from time to time. Since Mischa dumped me, I'm just sort of horny for whatever I can get. The days get to be so long and I'm too busy concentrating on something else, if you get what I mean."
"Oh, I do," said Jake, who looked knowingly at his own crotch, which was still hard as a rock.
"I think your dick is looking to conduct a follow-up experiment," Adam teased.
"Well, for interested subjects, the hours aren't too long and the benefits are definitely worth it," replied a coy Jake.
Adam smiled. "I definitely don't think those ten minutes were enough for me."
"Me neither." At that, Jake undid his belt and pushed both his denim jeans and boxers down in one swift motion, revealing his seven inch rod. Removing his shirt, he instructed Adam to bend over. Scooping up some of the hand cream that was dripping out of Adam's ass, he applied it liberally to his own penis.
His ass already full of all the lubrication it could handle, Jake aimed the tip of his penis at Adam's creamy asshole. Grabbing hold of Adam's hips and pushing forcefully, his cock, not surprisingly, slid easily into the hot actor's ass, it being loosened already by the thrusting dildo. He sank his seven inches all the way in, burying his cock up until his pubes were brushing up against Adam's smooth buttcheeks. Inching it back out slowly, he quickly thrust it back in again, tickling the hot actor's prostate. Adam gasped in pleasure and pain, the exquisite feeling of having another guy's throbbing dick buried up his asshole providing immense stimulation.
Jake quickened his pace, bucking and thrusting his cock deep inside his fellow actor's hot rectum, aiming for the prostate each time the way Heath had in the pup tent in the mountains in Manitoba. Even if the hand cream hadn't worked, Jake was pretty sure he could've lubed Adam's asshole with the bountiful portion of pre-cum that was oozing from his dickhead right now and mixing with the Vaseline. The only sounds that could be heard in the big, empty house was the slapping of balls against ass and the squishing noise caused by Jake Gyllenhaal's penis hammering directly into the hot, moist asshole of Adam Brody. Jake was officially having the time of his life, and he was pretty certain that Adam was feeling similarly ecstatic.
Feeling the rising tension in his loins, indicating that he was about to burst, Jake quickened his speed and grasped Adam's hips ever closer to his groin. Jake thrust in and out feverishly, working towards building up to an intense climax. Adam was meanwhile close to bursting himself, the pre-cum from his hard cock collecting at the tip of his penis and dripping onto the carpeted floor. He hadn't expected he would be welcomed into Jake's house in such a manner, but if this was how he treated all of his guests, he'd be sure to bring some friends along next time he was in the area. Adam accommodated Jake by clenching his asshole tight around Jake's penis, creating a more stimulating sensation for his friend.
His balls drawing up tight and his cock reaching its breaking point, Jake finally clenched Adam's hips and, with a groan, blasted six or seven volleys of cum inside Adam's ass, the tension in his groin now finally released. His load was so profuse that, like the hand cream before it, it began to leak out of the hot young actor's ass, spilling onto the floor and basting Jake's own cock as well. Jake collapsed his upper body onto Adam's back, the sweat from his chest commingling with that on Adam's back. The two men remained in this position until Jake, growing soft inside of Adam, pulled out gingerly, so as to not irritate his now- sensitive cockhead.
Adam stood up, his legs wobbly from the pleasure of having, in the span of half an hour, two cocks squirting creamy substances into his ass. Jake handed him the towel he'd been using to dry himself off, and Adam wiped up the extant bits of the hand cream/semen mixture that had accumulated in his anus.
"So, what were the results of that experiment, Dr. G?" quipped Adam.
"Well, the results so far indicate that having a dick up your ass is an awesome feeling," replied Jake in a mock- scientific tone, "but so far the results are inconclusive."
"Inconclusive? How's that?"
"Well, the researcher has decided, after careful consideration, to better familiarize with the topic by volunteering himself as a subject. Now, if the researcher's assistant would like to volunteer his cock, we can get underway with the experiment at hand."
Adam laughed. "Well, got any more hand cream? I mean, most of it went up my ass already, but."
"I left the bottle of lube on the counter," replied Jake, as he lay down on his living room couch.
Heading over to the counter, Adam took the bottle of lube and greased up his second cock and asshole of the day. Applying the KY to his already leaking penis, he then squirted another drop onto his fingers, the same two he'd used to prep himself for the dildo machine, and inserted one and then the other into Jake's spread-eagled asshole. Jake wiggled and writhed as he felt Adam's fingers work their way past his clenched asshole and up into his rectum, nearly stroking his prostate in the process. Working his fingers in and out until he was loosened up enough, Adam then propped Jake's butt up on a nearby throw pillow to provide easier access.
Positioning his cockhead squarely at Jake's asshole, Adam pressed forward diligently, stretching the reddish- brown hole with the help of his engorged rod. He sank his cock in inch by inch, having felt the burning and initially painful sensation of a cock tearing open someone's asshole twice that afternoon already. With careful precision, he finally managed to bury his eight inches all the way in, right down to the hilt. Sliding his dick out again, he began to thrust, registering the pain and pleasure on Jake's face and thereby knowing how fast or slow he should take it.
Jake was in heaven. It had been several months since he'd had a real cock buried up his asshole, pounding and driving its way into his sphincter. When Heath had done this to him it had felt amazing, and now Adam doing it was a different kind of amazing altogether. He realized that, overall, it just felt amazing to have a guy fuck you, and that straight guys everywhere had no idea what they were missing out on.
Adam was similarly feeling awesome, not having fucked a guy since that one time he and Ben Mackenzie had fooled around in his trailer. Of course, that ended up being a completely awkward experience for him because Mischa Barton had walked in on the two of them mid-sodomy, which was the real cause of the end of their relationship. He couldn't blame her of course, and he did still like Mischa and girls in general, but having relations with a guy just felt different than the usual in-and-out with girls, and sometimes a little variety is a very good thing. It was an especially good thing when you were fooling around with Hollywood heartthrob Jake Gyllenhaal, and knowing that they were both two hot actors who were very frequently desired by millions of adoring fans and that they were going at it like bunny rabbits made their experience a million times sexier than if it was just some trick he picked up at a bar or something.
His thoughts turned once again to his fucking Jake's ass, pushing his thick rod in and out repeatedly, building up immense pleasure and a numbing sensation in his loins. Adam could feel his precum leaking out of his dick, which had been hard for about a half-hour straight, starting with when he began riding the dildo and then subsequently when Jake fucked him. He was just about ready to burst, despite wanting to make this sensation last as long as possible. He loved the warmth of Jake's asshole and how it felt when Jake, whenever Adam had stroked his prostate with his swollen dickhead, bristled and clamped his asshole tight around his aching cock, making it even tighter and hotter. Their bodies uniting in this manner was just about the hottest thing in the world at that moment.
Adam could not stave off the pleasurable sensation for long, though, and he knew that he was about ready to blast one off. Quickening his speed, his thrusting became more intense until finally, he couldn't take it anymore. Grasping Jake's hips, Adam allowed his cum to gush up through his urethra and out the tip of his cock. Jake's ass became stuffed with Adam's thick, pearly-white cream, which oozed out of his asshole, owing to the tremendous quantity of cum which had spilled forth from his cock. Adam buried his irritated cockhead in even further, blasting several more quick sprays of cum into Jake's hungry asshole, until finally the explosion subsided. Easing himself out of the hot actor's ass, Adam finally collapsed onto Jake, their chests resting against one another and their now-soft cocks in contact.
Breathlessly, Adam joked "So, the results are conclusive, I guess."
"Yeah, no further research is necessary. At least, not for another thirty minutes."
Adam smiled. "I'm probably running late for the script reading, unfortunately, or else I'd help you out further. My test tube could use a rest, anyway."
"Don't underestimate yourself, Adam. It's more like a beaker."
"You are such a nerd," Adam teased.
"You love it, though. So I'll see you soon?"
"Definitely, dude. Who knows? I may bring some friends over to try out your machine, also, now that we've determined that it works."
"You know other guys who'd like to try this out?"
"Oh, definitely. In fact, some of them are probably bored with real penises by this point, they get fucked so much."
"Wow. Would I know any of them?"
"Oh, a few famous names. But I think I'll just surprise you by showing up at your doorstep tonight. If you don't mind."
"Not at all, man. You should get to your reading, though."
"Yeah, gotcha." Adam lifted himself off of the sweaty Jake and collected all of his clothes. Jake likewise got up and, grabbing the throw pillow and the hand-cream-and-cum covered towel Adam had used to wipe himself off, put both items into his laundry hamper. In case anyone else decided to conduct a surprise visit that day, he didn't want anyone to notice that all his furniture and accessories had become stained with bodily fluids.
Adam, now fully dressed again, exchanged goodbyes with Jake. As soon as Jake closed the door, his thoughts turned once more to his fucking machine. His mechanical mind was already scheming and devising new contraptions to accompany it, and once he polished the machine off, changed a few small kinks here and there, he knew for certain that he was going to be throwing some wild parties at his house.