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
9
The sun had set on another perfect Los Angeles summer Saturday evening. Throughout the day, cars had lined the quiet cul-de-sac, stretching as much as two blocks along the curb in either direction from Jesse Metcalfe's ranch-style home. In an area where celebrities lived alongside non-famous sorts, privacy was the golden rule, and so everyone mostly stayed out of each other's business. The few neighbors who took note of all the activity as Jesse's probably guessed it was a barbecue, or a pool party, with so many young men showing up or departing, often two and three at a time. Guests left, more guests arrived. The lane was much busier than a typical Saturday, with cars going past Jesse's neighbor's houses at a rate of one every five minutes or so. But now, almost midnight, only a handful of cars remained. The party was winding down.
Inside, each room was strewn with the wreckage of a hugely successful sex party. In the kitchen, the fridge and cupboards had been emptied of food items that could be used as lube. In the garage, some guests (specifically the sexy neighborhood soccer teens) had found the sling, set it up, and taken turns fucking each other in it. All of the bathrooms in the house reeked of lube and cum, where couples and trios and foursomes had fucked and sucked each other on every available surface. The corners of the large family room had hosted a four-ring sex circus with a changing variety of attractions. Out back, the pool and hot tub were filthy with evidence of group love, and most of the patio furniture was covered with it, as well.
In the living room at the front of the house, Jesse rested. He was vaguely aware that there were still a few guests in the house, but he guessed they were busy entertaining each other and would probably be leaving soon. He had been fucked so many times that he knew whoever was still there must have taken there turn with him already, probably several times, earlier that day. He lay face-down on the sofa, right where his last top had left him. He relaxed and enjoyed the sensation of being flooded with so much wonderful cum. Over twelve hours, he'd been bred like a mare. The juices formed a river out of his pussy, running down his muscular leg and streaking the edges of the sofa cushions before forming a puddle on the carpeted floor.
He felt a soft hand gently shaking his shoulder. Half-awake, he assumed it was his friend and fellow slut-buddy, arriving to once again help lick clean all the hot loads in Jesse's ass. "Adam...?" he murmured.
"Nah..." came the whisper. "He went home a while ago, with the surfers. He was punchy from all those creampies you gave him. Actually, I'm kinda fucked-up on cum, myself." A hiccup finished this thought.
Jesse looked up to see Tom Welling, the guest who had started it all that day. What a transformation, however. This once-cocky stud, who had powerfucked Jesse so brazenly in this very living room some twelve hours before, had gradually in the course of the party turned into a submissive cock-starved oral pussy-boy whore. Countless guests had fucked Tom's face, and toward the end, his asshole. Tom swallowed all the loads he could. He stopped counting at twenty-five, and that was in the early afternoon. Now his pretty face was glazed with spent jism, up into his hairline. One of his beautiful eyes was completely glued shut with cum, and the other carried drops of it on its lashes. He never got around to fucking Jesse again that day, and by now, he was much too tired.
"Wow," Jesse mumbled, still coming to. "You really slutted out today, man."
Tom smiled. "Yeah. You too." Behind him, the last three anonymous tops who used his face and ass were exiting through the front door.
Jesse sighed deeply. "Yeah. What a fuckin' party." A sleepy smile came over his handsome features.
"You had fun, huh? So, how many loads did you get?"
"Fuck knows," Jesse snorted. "I just laid there and took it, at some point. I couldn't believe how many guys wanted to fuck me. I feel like I've got ten gallons of cum up inside me." He paused, pondering the thought. "Maybe I do. Anyway, it feels pretty fuckin' good."
There was a knock on the front door, which was already ajar, and into the house stepped yet another guest, the last who would visit that night. It was a man named Wolf, and he was Jesse's next door neighbor. He fucked Jesse sometimes, and had been doing so for years now, since before Jesse got his big break--but before today, Jesse had never quite let him in on the full scope of all his secret slutty behavior.
Jesse sat up, wide-eyed, momentarily shocked. "Hey Wolf..."
Tom and Jesse watched as the man slowly let himself inside the house, then shut the door behind him. Wolf was a documentary producer, thirty-five years old, and a total fox--tall, hairy, lean and muscular, with a deep tan and a miraculous eleven-inch dick. He lived next door with his wife and two young daughters.
"I, uh, just put the kids to bed, and Sue won't be home for a couple of hours. I saw all the activity over here today, and I figured out you were having quite a party, so I thought I'd check it out..."
For a moment, Jesse felt embarrassed, having his neighbor walk in and see him like this. Tom, likewise, didn't know what to say. But Wolf broke the ice by unzipping his jeans and pulling his dick out, already plenty impressive when it was only half-hard.
"Holy shit!" Tom's jaw dropped (but by this point, it did that naturally). "I gotta suck that..."
Jesse smiled and swatted Tom's sexy ass. "No way, fucker. That's all mine. Party's over. You let yourself out, I'll catch up with you tomorrow. Let's get some lunch, if you want."
He followed Tom across to the front door, and after Tom left, he threw the deadbolt lock and turned off the outside porch light. "Come on, neighbor man," he said playfully to Wolf.
The studly neighbor followed Jesse back through the house, which looked like a crime scene at every turn. Jesse shut off the lights as they went, checking first to make sure all of the guests had vacated the premises. Only one room seemed to show signs of any activity--the guest room--but when Jesse slowly opened the door to see his two hot black neighbor brothers having their way with a bound, gagged, and piss-soaked Chad Michael Murray on the bed, he quietly stepped back and pulled the door shut once again. "Uh, I think they're going to be a while yet," he said to Wolf, and they continued on to the master bedroom.
And so it was that Jesse had the perfect end to a perfect day. He reclined in his own bed, legs spread wide with his beautiful straight married neighbor hunched naked between them, aiming his gigantic eleven-inch tool at Jesse's hole. In it went, and the combination of inner wetness and superior muscle control made Wolf gasp with pleasure and surprise.
"God, you feel good. Still pretty tight, even after all that. How many times they fuck you, boy?"
Jason groaned. "Don't know. Lost count after a while."
Wolf put his cock in slowly, as he always did--it was the curse, it seemed, of being supremely over-hung. As he did, he admired Jesse's broad chest, and his perfect skin, which at this moment seemed to be well moisturized with the cum that all of the other guests had shot there over the course of the day.
At one point, his dick hit a tender spot, and Jesse arched his back and grunted in response.
"Shh-hh-h, it's OK babe. You need to take this big cock. You need to take every fuckin' inch."
Jesse agreed. His physical reaction had been one of pure pleasure, not pain or shock. But he was beyond speaking at this point, anyway, incapable of making words. He wanted to just lie there and let this fantastic man have his way with him, talk dirty to him, fuck him senseless, use up what was left of his ass. He settled back on the bed, giving himself totally to Wolf's fuck, playing the submissive whore that he loved to be.
"Oh yeah, you hot fucker..." Wolf purred. He delighted in fucking hot, muscular men like Jesse. They were slutty for him in ways that women could never be. So masculine, and yet so in need of fucking. He looked down at Jesse, his longing face, his whimpers, his desire to be filled and consumed with cock and cum.
Wolf loved seeing Jesse like this, all used up and depraved. It spurred him to talk even nastier and gruffer than he customarily allowed himself, either with Jesse or with his own wife.
"Yeah, fucker...yeah, take it Jesse..." he moaned rhythmically. "You love a big hot cock. Take it, right up your ass. You're such a good little whore, boy. A hot fuckin' whore."
He banged Jesse's ass as hard as he dared, not wanting to injure the young stud, who was so incredibly slutty that he had taken more cocks and cumloads that day than was possible for him to count. And yet, as he fucked Jesse harder and harder, it became clear that he couldn't harm him, that Jesse wanted nothing less than the strongest fucking Wolf could deliver. In no time flat he was plunging the entire thick length of his cock in and out of him. He couldn't believe it, and yet it was happening. The boy was truly insatiable.
He hoisted Jesse's strong legs up further, hanging them over his shoulders, and used his hips to double the intensity of his pounding into the slutty actor's hungry hole. The whole time, Jesse looked up at him in wonder, his pouty lips parted with ecstasy, his brown eyes connecting with those of the furry hunk that was pounding in and out of his tender ass. Before long, it was too much for Wolf to bear.
"Oh yeah, I'm gonna cum in you, so fuckin' hard...that what you want? You want that, boy?"
The moment was electric. "Oh yes-s-ss-ss!" Jesse cried. "Do it, baby...spray your hot load inside me..."
Wolf grimaced, letting out a strangled yell that subsided into a series of breathless snarls. He began pulling his huge cock out with every stroke, and then thrusting it back inside. After six or seven repetitions it finally exploded, shooting a long, steady line of cum straight up Jesse's ass and deep into his insides. The force of it actually pushed Jesse back another inch on the bed, pressing his head against the headboard, matting down his hair, which was already sticky with sweat and cum.
Jesse gasped repeatedly, unable to catch his breath, as he felt Wolf's cock fill him from the inside like a supersoaker. He had undoubtedly used his ass to bring many men to incredible orgasms that day, but at this moment, he was convinced this was the most intensely shot load of cum he'd felt in his ass all day.
"Oh god...oh god, yes...yes-ss-s..." he moaned.
Gradually Wolf's breathing slowed, and he collapsed on top of his submissive neighbor. He didn't much care for kissing men, but after cumming inside Jesse, he always made an exception. His handsome face connected with Jesse's movie star mug, and they passionately made out for several minutes, savoring the afterglow of such cathartic sex. Following that, he lay on top of the younger man, his lightly hairy chest muscles pressing against Jesse's smooth pecs. They cuddled and dozed, and with his few remaining ounces of energy, Jesse kissed around Wolf's neck, taking in his musk, holding onto his strong frame forever.
Before long, Jesse fell blissfully asleep. He didn't hear Wolf quietly slip out of the bed, pull his clothes on, and return next door to his sleeping wife and kids. He didn't hear the cries of twisted pain and pleasure coming from behind the closed door of the guest room, far off in the house. He didn't even hear Seann William Scott, who had passed out stoned on the patio with eight loads leaking from his ass, stumble through every room in the house looking for his keys at 4am, finally finding them under the ottoman in the living room where he and Justin had fucked the guest of honor as soon as they walked in the door.
Jesse heard none of these things. He slept peacefully through the night and into the late morning, before waking with a happy smile on his face, sipping coffee on his patio, and fingering his naked well-fucked leaking pussy hole, bringing the spunk stored there to his lips for an occasional taste. Still smiling, he looked back through the open doors of the family room, wondering what kind of story he'd tell his housekeeper when she arrived back from visiting her family later that day. The place was a disaster, but he wasn't worried. He could do his best to make the place respectable, then tell the maid he'd just been up late with his friends, drinking and playing computer games and having fun.
Checking his watch, he calculated that this alibi afforded him some free time. The pre-cleaning pass on the messy house wouldn't take longer than a couple of hours. Besides that, and getting something to eat, the rest of the day was still pretty much his own.
His hole twitched. He picked up his cell phone, absently scrolling through the list of programmed numbers. He needed fucking. He wondered whom he should call first.
THE END
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