Disclaimer: This story is about young men having sex together. If that's not your thing or you're too young to read it, please leave now. The author has written this purely as a work of erotic fantasy fiction, and implies no specific knowledge of the celebrity personalities who are described. Enjoy!
JESSE'S LOAD PARTY
by Backlash29
5
On a typical day, whenever Jensen Ackles closed his eyes, he automatically thought of one thing: Getting his ass fucked by huge black cocks. This was even true on days like today, when we was cock-crazed at a mostly-white sex party, sucking the delicious cum-covered bone of Wentworth Miller. Wentworth was sexy and forceful, just how Jensen loved it, but within seconds of closing his eyes and getting orally penetrated by the "Prison Break" hottie his mind naturally drifted to his favorite subconscious image: black dick. Sucking it. Getting it wet and lubed. And then taking it hard up his lily-white toned little ass.
It had started years before. Jensen's inauguration to male sex was gradual. As a teen, he got his knob polished by a multitude of TV and studio execs en route to landing his role on "Days of Our Lives," his first serious gig. He wasn't freaked out by it, having seen plenty of back room male-on-male cocksucking during his years on the modeling circuit. As his fellow male models had sucked each other off, however, Jensen had never really felt or shown much interest in joining them. But the experience had opened his eyes, and when he began to unzip at the request of various execs who shut their office doors and knelt before him, he quickly learned the old credo: a mouth is a mouth is a mouth.
His true awakening came late in 2000, when he was all but guaranteed the role of Clark Kent in a new show called Smallville, but learned at the last minute he had been replaced by an even more unknown actor named Tom Welling. Furious, Jensen had phoned his agent to find out what went wrong. After much hemming and hawing, the agent finally told Jensen the truth: that while Jensen was plenty generous in flashing his nine-inch cock to the execs and feeding it to their mouths, Tom had regularly gone the extra mile and sucked their cocks as well. All of them. Guys in their thirties, forties, fifties, and sixties. Dicks of every shape and size. Usually several at one time. Tom blocked off his schedule to spend whole afternoons at the studio offices, on his knees in a locked office, sucking every cock that discreetly entered the room. And he always made a show of swallowing their cum or (more often) letting them paint his cute face with it, bukkake-style. He would leave the cum on his face the whole time as he continued sucking.
After that, Jensen had realized that simply being open-minded wasn't enough to get ahead (so to speak). He begged his agent for another chance, and within a week he was getting blowjob lessons from his buddy Kerr Smith and, shortly thereafter, sucking all the same cocks Kerr had sucked to land his role on "Dawson's Creek." By the time Jensen got his bit part on the same series, the show was nearly canceled, but his hard work had still paid off: Jensen was noticed, and with regular maintenance on a few of the cocks he was regularly sucking, plus a strategic group of new cocks, "Supernatural" was just around the corner.
Of course, not all of the execs were satisfied with just getting head. Around the time "Dawson's Creek" ended, Jensen was getting pressure to fuck and get fucked. Desperate, he once again called Kerr Smith.
"Man, you gotta help me," Jensen said. "I think I can fuck a guy's ass. I give girls the back door all the time. But I've never had anything more than a finger in my hole."
Kerr arrived at Jensen's apartment less than one hour later. He had been longing for this day.
First, Kerr stripped, then stripped his friend and got on the bed with him. "Lie on your back," he said. "I'll show you how easy it is to fuck a guy." Straddling Jensen's groin, Kerr spit in his hand and then reached underneath to pull Jensen's nine-inch dick to hardness. Then he lined up the cock with his hole and slowly sat down on it, exhaling deeply with pleasure as he did so. He had cum in his ass from being fucked that morning, so his hole was pre-lubed already to receive Jensen's dick.
Kerr rode Jensen, breathlessly coaching him: "See man, it's easy. Just close your eyes and think about all that pleasure. A mouth is a mouth, and a hole is a hole. And oh, fuck, your dick feels so good inside mine."
Jensen exploded in Kerr's ass about thirty seconds later. Kerr dismounted. It was time for the harder part.
"Alright, now just try to relax. I'm going to lick your ass, just like you eat a pussy before you fuck it, to make it nice and juicy and loose." He spread Jensen's legs, exposing his perfect little rosebud, which Jensen had dutifully cleaned up prior to Kerr's arrival. Kerr pushed his face in, grunting noisily as he fulfilled another dream: rimming Jensen, one of his best friends. "Dude, that's so good," he mumbled, and then returned to his anal tongue-bath. drinking in the essence of musk, ass, and soap.
Finally, it was time for Jensen's deflowering. "Just breathe easy," Kerr said softly. "Relax, and when you feel me going inside you, just gently push out, like you're taking a dump."
Jensen swallowed nervously and nodded. When he felt Kerr's tool at his hole, he obediently pushed out, and one second later he felt the most unusual experience of his young life. He had a cock inside his ass.
Their fucking proceeded with Kerr holding Jensen's sexy legs over his shoulders as he slowly but firmly plowed into his friend on the bed. Kerr attempted to play the coach, but he was mostly too overwhelmed by the sensation of fucking his friend that he was unable to form thoughts and words. So he simply cooed: "Yeah man, that's it stud...you're doing good...take it like a man..."
Kerr was ready to cum right away, but he knew that the best favor he could give his friend was to get him used to being fucked for as long as possible. So he held off for twenty minutes before finally blowing his pent-up seed into Jensen's tender rectum. Falling forward in relaxation over Jensen's sexy body, he instinctively went to kiss his face. He only stopped because he realized that Jensen might not like it.
"Uh, dude..." Kerr whispered. "Is this cool? I get kinda emotional in scenes like this."
"It's fine," Jensen replied. "I've been kissing all the guys who fuck my face. They like it, 'cos they get to taste the cum in my mouth after they've shot it. So, go ahead."
The two friends made out. After a moment, Jensen even reached up to circle his strong arms around his friend, a gesture that made Kerr melt into his arms. For Kerr, it was the completion of a fantasy come true: fucking Jensen until they both came, and then lingering afterwards in a passionate embrace.
"So..." Kerr asked when he eventually rolled off Jensen and lay next to him in the bed. "How was that?"
Jensen's eyes were wide, and at first Kerr was worried that his formerly-straight friend was completely weirded out. The truth was, Jensen felt plenty strange, but not for the reasons he expected.
"I...liked it," Jensen said. He then turned to look at his friend. There was really nothing more to say.
"You like...what? What part of it?" Kerr asked.
"All of it. I love fucking you. Cumming in your ass was great. It was...weird to feel your cock inside me, but after a while, I kind of liked that, too. I could totally get used to it."
Kerr laughed. He couldn't believe his luck. "Want to do it again?"
After that fateful day, Jensen went on to discover that while he indeed enjoyed all forms of male sex, he did in fact feel much more attracted to certain men than others when it came to giving up his ass. In truth, the only guy he felt comfortable doing it with was Kerr, at least at first. Kerr was happy to oblige, but being much more of a bottom himself, Kerr mostly wanted to use their time together to get his own sexy hard ass plowed by Jensen's big cock. Jensen was fine with this also, and so the only bottoming he did for along while was the whoring of his ass to studio and TV execs who were in positions of power over his career.
Until one day, when he was in downtown L.A. and happened to notice a very hot man sitting alone at an outdoor cafe. His name was Dwight, and he'd modeled a few times with Jensen years before. Jensen knew he was gay because he'd watched Dwight fuck the ass of a skinny white production assistant backstage at a fashion event in 2000. After cumming in the boy's ass, Dwight had smiled over at Jensen and said: "Yep, I love fuckin' those pretty white boys. You ever decide to take a turn on our team, Jensen, you let me know."
The memory had stuck with Jensen these five years, along with the memory of how rock-hard his cock had been in his pants while watching the 6-foot-4 black stud pile-drive the handsome PA's cute bubble ass.
Jensen approached Dwight, saying hello. Dwight smiled, recognizing his former co-worker, and invited him to join him for a bite. An hour later, they were back at Dwight's apartment, and Jensen's ass received it's first black cock. And what a cock it was: At 12" Dwight was even bigger than Jensen remembered, and at least one inch bigger than the best-hung TV exec who'd been inside his rear end. Dwight was also the most aggressive fuck Jensen had ever been with. He gripped Jensen's ass hard and taunted the young man with verbal abuse as he power-slammed his foot-long cock in and out of the submissive stud's white hole.
""Yeah, feel it, pussy boy," Dwight grunted. "Feel that black cock moving inside you. Givin' you all that good, black honey for your pretty white ass. Take that big hard chocolate fuck stick in your creamy hole."
The sex was exhausting, but transcendent. At the end of a mere half-hour of fucking, Jensen's ass had two huge loads of Dwight's cum inside it, and he lay totally spent and happy on Dwight's bed, seeing stars.
"That was..." Jensen murmured. "That was...so...fucking good..."
Dwight was silent, getting dressed.
Jensen couldn't believe how he felt. "It's so hot, Dwight. Pleas...I gotta have more of that. Fuck me again."
Dwight laughed, half-good-naturedly, half-nasty. "All the white boys love this dick," he said, flopping his huge, flaccid cock at Jensen before hoisting it into his boxer briefs. "I gotta throw you out right now, pussyboy. But I can fuck you tomorrow. We can take more time. And I'll bring along some other well-hung brotha's if you want. I got plenty o' buds who'd get off on slamming that pretty little white pussy hole."
At the thought, Jensen's eyes widened, and without touching himself, he sprayed a load of cum on his belly.
And so it was, the next day and many, many days after that, Jensen came to be a true blue white pussy boy for black dick. He took black men's cocks morning, noon and night. He moved to an apartment in a building where several black male models lived, and he gave each of them a key to his front door. Many of them made copies of the key for their black male friends. The simple rule was, any time of day or night, any one of them could enter Jensen's home and, if Jensen was home, he would service them with his mouth and ass. In this way, he typically took at least four or five black loads anally each day--usually many more.
On Jesse's bed, sucking Wentworth Miller, he dreamed of the three black studs who had raped his ass that morning and planted their seeds. The image was so potent that he had to pull on his own dick. Wentworth noticed, saying: "Hey, don't do that, Jensen. You should have my dick up your ass if you want to beat off."
The offer was tempting, but Jensen hesitated. Apologetically, he said: "My ass only takes black dicks."
Wentworth smiled. "I played half-black in a movie once. And I'm part African-American and Jamaican."
That was all Jensen needed to hear to break his own rules. Lying back next to his TV brother Jared on the king-sized bed, he spread his legs wide to receive Wentworth's cock into his aching pussy hole. Wentworth proceeded to pound him every bit as hard as Dominic Purcell was fucking Jared's ass in the same position.
To Wentworth's mind, this too was a dream come true. Normally, he was the bitch boy on the "Prison Break" set, getting dick up his ass from both Amaury and also Dominic, the Aussie father of four. Now, he was unleashed to play the top at this party, fucking the sweet asses of boys like Jensen, Jesse, and others.
Taking the fuck and beating his cock, Jensen knew that his orgasm was only moments away, and that there was only one more sensation he needed to make it perfect. He rolled his head to one side, smiling at Jared. Jared smiled back, and the two young men carefully pushed their faces together, lip-locking in a hot french kiss as they beat off their loads and got their asses filled with cum by their fellow TV brothers, Dominic and Wentworth. It was a brotherly 4-way a long time in the making, every bit as hot as Jensen liked it.
When their fuck was over, the others left the bedroom in search of further adventures, while Jared Padalecki stayed behind on the bed to catch his breath, with Dominic's fresh load percolating in his freshly-fucked ass. He heard Dominic greet someone on his way out: "Hey mate, glad you could make it." Craning his neck around, Jared saw that it was Ryan Reynolds, who knew Dominic from "Blade 3." Ryan was as solid and hunky as ever, the rippling muscles of his nude form filling the doorway. His hard-on was recently deflated and leaking cum, but was still cocked upward at an angle from his hard-packed abs.
"Dude," he offered Jared, wagging the semi-hard dick in Jared's direction. "I just fucked Jesse. Got his stink on my dick, and lots of good fresh creamy cum. Mine, and all the other guys'. You wanna clean me off?"
In response, Jared licked his lips, and when Ryan approached the bed he devoured the stud's eight inches.
As he was sucking Ryan, Jared noticed another guy enter the room. He recognized him as Adam Brody, whom he'd never met, but whose reputation preceded him as another young horny bottom like himself.
Adam approached the bed and, without any introduction, he lifted Jared's strong legs and aimed his face for the hairy young stud's leaking pucker.
"Whoa man..." Jared spat out Ryan's cock, surprised. "What are you up to down there?"
"I heard you got a few loads in here," Adam said, smiling coyly and licking his lips. "I'm on clean-up duty for all the bottom boys today. Jesse's ass is giving me lots of cream to eat, but your's is really hot as well."
Jared smiled back. "Go for it. It's the hispanic guy from 'Prison Break' and the guy who plays the older brother." Jared thought it was hot that he didn't even know these guys' real names. "And if you wanna go find Jensen, he just got a load from the guy who plays Michael. Wentworth Miller, I think is his name."
"Fuck, that sounds delicious," Adam said, before his cute face disappeared totally into Jared's male cunt.
Jared resumed sucking Ryan's pole for a while, until the muscular stud grew distracted by Adam's perky ass, which pointed straight up in the air as the "O.C." star audibly gulped sperm from Jared's hole. Pulling out of Jared's mouth, he climbed on the bed behind Adam and pointed his cock between the eager slut's round, white cheeks.
"You want this big horse cock in you, boy?" Ryan asked, sneering.
"What do you think," Adam responded, reaching back with both hands to pull his cheeks open for maximum dick, and then pressing his own cummy hole directly backwards onto Ryan's throbbing piston.
Heath Ledger was still new to all this fag stuff. On the "Brokeback Mountain" set, the studio had insisted that he fuck Jake Gyllenhaal a few times to get in character for their scenes, so begrudgingly, he played along, even though he was already getting plenty of action on the set from Michelle, his future wife.
At first, he thought it was pretty silly, seeing Jake bent-over and wagging his hairy little butt at him. He got hard thinking about Michelle, then pointed his blunt eight inches at Jake's hole and pushed in. They were in Jake's trailer, and the bed made a lot of noise, so he was pretty sure everyone who walked by realized what was going on. Still, the tightness of Jake's ass felt like a refreshing change of pace--Michelle was so baby-crazy that she never allowed him to use her back door.
What's more, Jake seemed to like it, kind of moaning and pushing back as Heath tentatively fucked his ass. He later figured out that his lupine young male co-star had done this ple-e-enty of times before.
They fucked four or five times over that first week of filming, and then it cooled off for a while. Heath enjoyed their sex, and he felt increasingly less self-conscious about putting his cock in Jake's ass and mouth. By their last session, he found to his surprise that he was already hard when he arrived at the trailer, and didn't need any of the usual warming-up. Still, after that week was through, he rarely thought about their encounters, other than the obvious times when he needed to draw on the experience for their scenes.
But then Michelle got pregnant, and by mid-summer when the film was wrapping, she'd grown as big as a house. She still loved sex, and Heath loved her, but for various reasons, the situation was not ideal. She finally told him she'd be jealous of another woman, but if he needed to get off by going back to Jake or any other guys, she'd understand.
Heath was puzzled by the idea, but glad to have her permission for a little release. So he looked up Jake, who was only too happy to meet up with his friend and get fucked by him again. This time they met at Jake's house, so they felt more leisurely in the amount of time they could take for pleasuring each other. Heath was so horny that he came up Jake's ass right away, but Jake knew that if he sucked Heath's knob a while he could take a second and third load from the stud, and maybe even a fourth.
The two fell into a daily routine, which was great for Jake except that he had other sexual partners, mostly men, needing his attention as well. Finally Jake asked Heath whether more friends could join them, and from that point on, Heath was part of the Hollywood gay celebrity orgy subculture. Soon he was invited to sex clubs and parties all over L.A., fucking and getting sucked by the likes of Tom Cruise, Colin Farrell, Ian Somerhalder, and Nick and Drew Lachey--all the powerful down-low slutty Hollywood bottoms.
For all his cavorting, Heath was only ever a top, and that was all he wanted to be. He was straight, after all, not gay. Not even bisexual, which surprisingly was how many of the other men identified themselves--not only Jake, but also Ryan Phillippe, the most unbelievable bottom Heath had ever fucked, who operated a well-known sex ring out of the room over his garage, complete with slings and sex toys, for the sole purpose of maintaining a steady line of dicks to pound his sweet, insatiable, talented little hole.
Now that Michelle had the baby, their sex life was back in full swing, but he'd opened Pandora's Box and they both knew it was never going to fully shut again. So, with her blessing, he attended the occasional party, such as the one Jake had invited him to today, at Jesse Metcalfe's. Heath was only vaguely aware of who Jesse was, but when Jake described him as having a round, hard ass that loved getting pounded, Heath knew that he would cancel his plans for the day and meet Jake over there as soon as he could.
Upon arriving, he'd done his duty by stepping up to Jesse's ass in the front room and fucking the hosts' sweet boy hole until it was loaded with Heath's tangy jism. After that, Heath considered zipping up and leaving, but his curiosity got the better of him, and he made his way through the house, wondering to see what he might find.
He got no further than the kitchen, where the beautiful black model Tyson Beckford sat on the floor with his back to a row of cabinets, gripping the muscular flanks of Scott Caan as the hunky muscle bottom stud rode cowboy-style up and down on Tyson's thick dark dick. Nearby on the kitchen island sat Paul Walker, listening to the noisy coupling of his "Into the Blue" co-stars, with whom he enjoyed regular sex. Paul leaned back slightly with his palms flat on the countertop, looking straight down his firm tan chest at the cute face of Chris Evans as the "Fantastic Four" stud lovingly nursed Paul's aching hard-on.
Paul saw Heath enter, and smiled, lifting his head up as a hello. The two knew each other in passing, as they were both tops who frequented a hidden sex club for celebrities in Long Beach. Noticing Chris' ass, which protruded invitingly as the stud hunched to suck off Paul at countertop level, Heath made his way over to the pair. He was still fully dressed, but his fly was open and his cock was exposed, still dripping from the powerful load it had just shot in Jesse's ass.
"You want this?" Heath offered, spanking the still-hard eight-inch cock against Chris' perfect cheeks. He had no idea if the dude liked dick up his ass or not, and so he felt it was only gracious to ask before acting.
Chris didn't take his mouth off Paul's cock. He didn't even try to look and see who was offering to fuck him. Instead, in reply, he simply thrust his beautiful ass backward several times, effectively begging to have it filled. Not one to disappoint, Heath spread the boy's muscular cheeks and drilled his hard-on inside.
"Oh yeah," moaned Scott, watching the scene from a few feet away. "I always wanted to try that dick out, man," he said to Heath, whom he'd never met but heard about as a newbie on the gay sex scene. "Give Chris a load and then fuck me with that! I want to mix up some black and white loads in my fuckin' hole..."
Hearing this plea sent Tyson over the edge. "Oh Scotty..." he moaned. At the last moment, just as he was starting to cum like a rocket into his co-star's squeezing hole, Tyson happened to glimpse a familiar face as it passed the doorway: Jensen Ackles, whose white pussy used to take Tyson's huge black dick on a regular basis but who had fallen out of touch in recent months. Knowing that Jensen's hungry hole was at this party, available to take Tyson's cock, made Tyson cream that much harder up into Scott's firm, hard ass.
Wandering by, Jensen didn't notice Tyson in the kitchen. He was already too distracted at the sight of Tom Welling in the family room, doing what he did best: Crouching on his knees with his face covered in cum, and sucking every cock within reach. Several sexy, tan young guys were huddled around him, all nude and waiting for their turn on Tom's talented mouth. Jensen would later find out that this was the gang of surfers who had been gang-fucking Ian Somerhalder along with their buddy Dom Monaghan when Dom had received the call about the party.
One of them--a tall, pierced stud with blond hair and tattoos--noticed Jensen, wandered over, and told him:
"Dude, you have a really sweet butt."
Jensen blushed a little. Was everyone a top at this party? "Uh, thanks."
"You want to get it pounded?" To emphasize the invitation, the surfer god took his gigantic twelve-incher in one hand and slapped it a few times into the open palm of the other. "I'm Artie, by the way."
"Nah man, I don't do that..." Jensen protested.
Artie waited a moment, smiling, to see whether his new friend's protests were real. He decided that they were. "It's cool, dude." He reached out and rubbed Jensen's firm cheeks. "But you still got a fine little ass. You want me to lick it?"
"Oh fuck yes," Jensen blurted out. He'd caught Adam Brody emerging from Jesse's bedroom moments before and the lad had given Jensen's ass a quick felching right there in the hallway. But the moment had been fleeting--Adam had rapidly disappeared, and Jensen's hole was still quivering for more tongue.
"Let me get on my back so I can truly enjoy this fine meal," Artie said, lying back and stretching out his long, tan frame on the family room carpet. As he slowly pulled on his foot-long dick, Jensen straddled his handsome face and lowered his ass onto Artie's flickering tongue. "Mmm, you got some goo in there, man."
Jensen simply smiled, glad that there was still some of Wentworth's cum in his hole that he could feed to this new stud. He relaxed in his squatting position and rode Artie's tongue, watching and listening to all of the hot sex action in the other parts of the house.
Adam Brody was as excited as a schoolboy. The reason he'd abruptly left his felching of Jensen Ackles in the bedroom hallway was that he'd been informed that Jesse had more loads ready for him in his ass, and they were going to go to waste on the upholstery if Adam didn't return immediately to suck them out.
So now, here he was, eating loads once more from Jesse's perfect cum-dish of an ass. As he licked and swallowed, Jesse breathlessly described the studs who had shot the cum--Heath Ledger, Paul Walker, Scott Caan, and Tyson Beckford, plus a handful of others who had shown up and already left. All in all, there were close to a dozen loads to clean up since Adam's last visit, when he was eating the "Prison Break" loads, before he wandered away to join the mini-party in Jesse's bedroom.
But that wasn't all. The living room was empty for the moment, which meant that as soon as Adam had licked Jesse's deep hole clean, he had a clear shot at fucking Jesse himself. He'd already done this earlier, shortly after he arrived, but he so rarely got the chance to top--especially for a cock-crazed bottom bitch like himself--that he was anxious for to go for a second round.
In fact, Jesse was impatient for this as well. As much as he loved Adam's tongue inside him, he was so slutty that he didn't want to go without cock for long. After only a few minutes, he said to Adam: "Fuck me. I need it so-o-o bad. After you cum in me you can eat it out again. But I really, really gotta get more cock."
And so Adam fucked his friend, happily plunging his long skinny dick in and out of the host's boy hole. As he did this, he happened to notice some other commotion nearby, coming from behind him. He looked over Jesse's head into a large mirror that hung over the fireplace, and in it he could see that there was someone on his back on the dining room table, getting fucked by an athletic-looking stud as several others looked on.
"Who's that in the other room?" Adam asked. From his perspective, he could only see a pair of sexy, hairy legs wrapped around the top stud's broad upper body, and hear faint grunts of pleasure from them both.
"Chad..." Jesse groaned in response, too lost in pleasure from Adam's dick to say more.
"Oh." Adam smiled. It made sense that Chad, who had fucked Adam all night the night before, would set up shop at this party as a bottom, taking all of the sloppy seconds he could get up his ass from men who had already had their turn with Jesse. Looking again, Adam recognized the studs as Tom Welling's soccer and lacrosse playing friends from back east. They were all taking turns loading Chad's ass up with loads.
Just as Adam was squealing loudly and spraying a juicy load in Jesse's ass, the front door opened, and Brad Pitt entered the house. Adam first saw the actor's face in the mirror and thought it was a hallucination, brought on by the exquisite orgasm he had experienced. When he turned and saw it was true, he gasped.
"Brad!" Adam had been fucked by Brad repeatedly during the filming of "Mr. and Mrs. Smith" and a few times since. Because of his many issues with the paparazzi, Brad was incredibly discreet about his exploits, and he very rarely showed his face at sex clubs and sex parties. When he did, it was often very brief.
"Hey Adam," Brad greeted the young man casually, as he started to strip. "Mind if I take my turn?"
Adam stepped aside, still in awe over this new arrival.
Jesse smiled dreamily as he watched Brad approach him. "Hey, you made it," he murmured.
"You bet, man," Brad said. "Who am I to turn down a friend in need?"
The two obviously had a rapport, Adam noticed. Brad wasted no time in sticking his fat seven-inch pole right into Jesse's gooey twat, and with surprising force, he immediately began railing the slut boy with all of his force. Jesse suddenly started screaming, taking Brad's raging strokes for two solid minutes until Brad's own yells raised in volume to match. Brad exploded in Jesse's ass but didn't withdraw. They shared a silent stare for a short while, as Brad kept his dick hard by continuing to slide it slowly in and out.
"You like that, little slut?" Brad asked in a low tone, almost a whisper.
"Yes, Brad," Jesse replied submissively. "Please, I want more."
Brad kept up the slow thrusts for another few minutes, then repositioned himself for better leverage and once again began a full-throttle assault on Jesse's hungry ass. Both men were screaming with lust again, and this time, it took nearly ten minutes of non-stop pounding before Brad came. When he did, he immediately ripped his hard bone completely out of Jesse's sphincter, and before the well-fucked hole could close, all of his cum from both loads fell out in a wet plop on the cushion.
Adam rushed over, not wanting Brad's sperm to go to waste. He eagerly licked up the puddle of cum that had landed directly on the ottoman fabric, and when he had all of that, he pressed his face back into Jesse's hole, licking and sucking and snorting for all he was worth. As Adam felched him, Jesse did what he had so far held off doing all day: He pulled on his own cock frantically until Adam's tongue brought him to a giant, messy orgasm, spraying sweet fresh cum all over his chest and belly, and Adam's sweet smiling face.
While this went on, Brad had started getting dressed, but was interrupted by a handsome young man who appeared from another part of the house. Seeing Brad and obviously recognizing him, the nude boy paused.
"Hi," Brad greeted his new friend. He looked down at the boy's hard-on, dripping pre-cum, and then took the liberty of reaching out and wrapping his hand around it for a few strokes. "Who are you?"
"Brandon..." the boy replied. "Uh, Brandon Routh..."
Brad nodded. He'd heard the name. The unknown actor who'd been recently picked up for the new Superman movie. "Nice cock," Brad complimented him. It was a fat, juicy ten-incher.
"Um, thanks." Brandon was in a daze. This was his first celebrity sex party, and now a half-dressed Brad Pitt was giving him a hand-job. "I, uh...fucked Jesse here earlier, but I'm still really horned, ya know...so I was coming back for more..."
"Excellent. Why don't you fuck me, instead," Brad offered, getting on all fours. "I could use a load."
So Brandon knelt on the carpet behind him, tugging down the trousers that Brad had been putting on at the moment their eyes met. If his cock was hard before, it was marble now. He pressed it between Brad's perfect glutes, finding the moist hole, and pushed inside.
Brad let out a long groan, then twisted his head around and said to his handsome dark-haired young top: "Go fast. I like it rough and hard. Pump me full of that beautiful dick and give me all the sperm you can."
Brandon obeyed. fucking Brad hard until he dropped his load in the movie star's hole. By the time he stood up and looked over at Adam and Jesse, who were relaxing together in post-orgasmic bliss, Brad was gone.
TO BE CONTINUED
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