This is a fictional story about a Hollywood fictional movie called "Cry_Wolf" with stars Julian Morris and Jared Padalecki Although the actors are real and this would in no means dictate their sexual preference...
::Just so everyone's clear, I know "Cry_Wolf" is a very underrated movie so I'll tell you who the actors are that play these characters that are mentioned in this story Julian Morris is Owen. Jared Padalecki is Tom. Jon Bon Jovi is Mr.Walker. Jesse Janzen is Randall.
Owen stood in the room by himself, naked. He heard the radio and shower turn on in the bathroom. Just then the door swung up and Randall walked in, "Whoa Owen," Randall said staring him up and down, "Just get done beatin off?"
"Yeah," Owen said swallowing hard hoping Tom wouldn't come barging out of the bathroom.
"Thinking about Tom again?" Randall said walking into the room and closing the door.
"Sort of." Owen replied.
"Where's the music coming from?" Randall asked and looked at the door to the bathroom. "Were you spyin on Tom in the shower?"
"No, I just, thought of him in the shower." Owen said thinking fast.
"Come here." Randall said with a smirk. Owen did what he was told, still naked, he walked over to Randall and let his soft dick bounce freely. The two of them were face to face and Randall suddenly thrust his tongue in Owen's mouth. His tongue scrapping against Owen's tongue. Owen attempted to return the kiss but Randall stopped him, "Not so fast faggot. You do what I say. Got it?" Owen just shrugged. "Now get down on your hands and knees and suck my dick," Randall said with an evil smirk.
Owen did what he was told he now had his face right infront of Randall's crotch. Randall undid his jeans and pulled them down to reveal his tented boxers. The tent was right Owen's face, he couldn't help it, he licked his lips, it looked enormous. Owen took the elastic on Randall's boxers and began to pull them down. He saw Randall's dark batch of pubic hair when Randall stopped him. "Listen here fag, you're gonna suck my dick and that's ALL you're gonna do. You're not gonna play with my balls, you're not gonna play with my pubes, you're not gonna feel up my shirt, and you're DEFINATLY not sticking your fingers near my ass or I'll smack the shit out of you, got it?"
Owen once again just shrugged. This time Randall pulled down his boxers revealing his pierced, thin, ten inch dick. Randall smirked, "Pretty fucking big ain't it?" he said proudly, "Now open your mouth."
Owen opened his mouth and began to take Randall's dick in slowly but Randall shoved over half of his dick in Owen's mouth. The pierced stub poking his tonsils. Owen gagged so Randall pulled out, "Too much for you?" Randall said shoved even more down his throat. Owen gagged again and pushed off of his dick. "Allright, allright. I'll take it easy," Randall said shoving half of his dick back into Owen's mouth. Only this time he went slower, giving Owen a chance to breathe every now and then.
Once Owen got the hang of it, he took seven inches down his throat. He had never really deep throat before but he got used to it. Owen then reached up Randall's shirt and felt his happy trail and his big bellybutton. "HEY! What the fuck did I say!?" Randall said shoving more dick down Owen's throat. "That's you're punishment" he told him with a moan.
Randall began fucking Owen's mouth rapidly, "Fuck," Randall moaned then realizing Tom was still in the shower he held down his voice some, "Fuck, yeah, take my dick fag. Ahhhhhhhhh, OOOh, FUCK, FUCK, Ahhhhhhhhhhh." Randall let out as he shot four very thick creamy loads down Owen's throat. Owen once again, spat it back up, "What the hell do you think you're doing?" Randall asked catching his breath, "Eat it, NOW." Randall told him shoving his face into the floor where he had spit up the cum.
"Why were you reaching up my shirt fag?" Randall asked Owen with his boxers and jeans still down around his ankles. His dick was beginning to soften, he was playing with the stub in the head of dick.
"I wanted to feel how muscular you were," Owen said innocently, still naked on the floor.
Randall avoided that, he knew that was his only weakness. He didn't have those washboard abs. He wasn't fat, he wasn't thin, he was built. He just didn't have those abs he wish he had.
"Can I feel up your shirt? Rub around your nipples?" Owen asked him.
"Some other time," Randall said pulling up his clothes. He grabbed at his crotch and gave Owen the finger and left the room.
Just then Tom walked out of the bathroom, naked, dripping wet from the shower. "Gotta get my clothes," Tom said with a smirk as he walked over to his dresser. He bent down infront of Owen on purpose, "Still naked? I heard moaning, what were you watching?" he asked putting a pair of checkered boxers.
"Porno, website," Owen said with a smirk, "You done in the shower?"
"You should have came in with me," Tom said with a laugh as he put on a wife beater.
"You should have invited me," Owen said smiling as he headed to the bathroom. He closed the door behind him and sniffed the pair of boxers Tom left in the bathroom. It smelled like fresh cum, he loved the smell. He then hopped in the shower and turned on the water. He closed his eyes and thought of Tom's big, thick, 8 incher. He then envisioned Randall's big, pierced, 10 incher. He imagined, Tom and Randall in a 69 position. He began to get hard again so he jerked off a bit until he had a dry orgasm. He then washed up and got out. Third period was about to start.
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