The Talented Mr. Damon, Part 3
Disclaimer: As before, nothing in this story is meant to imply anything about the actual conduct or sexuality of any of the men mentioned. It is strictly a fantasy. But we can always hope!
Matt was stretched out on the chaise by the pool, his toned body covered in sweat. Inside the house, Garrett was pleasuring himself. The handsome Asian-American stud moaned as he pounded his asshole with his favorite dildo. In and out, in and out, faster, faster, in and out, faster, harder, deeper, in and out. In just a matter of minutes, Garrett cried out as his long erection pulsed in his fist and sprayed his chest and face with his warm, creamy load. Five big money shots splattered across his smooth pectorals, then still more in his hair and on his perfect face. Garrett continued to gasp and moan, the dildo still shoved all the way up his young ass, his cock continuing to ooze the last of his load. The gorgeous TV star pulled the enormous fake cock from his ass. It made a loud "schlooooock" noise, and the sudden emptiness caused Garrett to clench his ass muscles, wanting more dick up there.
He rubbed his hands over his sweaty, cum-covered chest and face, then brought his fingers to his mouth, greedily eating as much of his load as he could. Garrett loved the taste of cum. His, Matt's, any guy's. He was a true cum hog, and had been since his first gay sex experience when he was in high school. When he had finished licking his fingers, he stood and looked at himself in a mirror. No doubt about it, he was gorgeous. Nice body, handsome face, beautiful hair, tight buns, jock legs, and a big cock that was always ready for action. "Pretty hot, dude," Garrett said out loud to himself. Pretty hot, indeed!
As Garrett was checking himself out in the mirror, Matt was blasting his own load all over himself. If the amount of cum counted, Matt was in a league by himself. The hot little movie star never failed to amaze himself by the copious loads he shot. He could remember clear back to junior high and high school, when Ben and he would jack off together, he would shoot incredible amounts of jism all over himself and Ben. They would often stroke each other, occasionally rubbing their hairy legs together, and once in a while, getting a hot, wet kiss in before they separated.
Now here he was, in love with Garrett, but still needing to jack off, his body splattered with his cum, his chest heaving from the exertion. Even though his cock was still erect, Matt released it, rubbing his hands over his chest, face, arms, and hairy legs. He scooped up as much of his stud cream as he could, not wanting any of it to go to waste, and licked his fingers and hands clean, savoring the unique flavor of his load.
Deciding he needed a shower, he walked into the house. As he entered the bedroom, he found Garrett, sprawled naked on the unmade bed, his big cock in his fist, his breath in short gasps, as he neared another climax. "Yeah, Matt, oh fuck, yeah, baby, take this big load!" It took a few seconds for Matt to realize that Garrett was fantasizing, but that didn't stop him from jumping onto the bed, grabbing Garrett's throbbing cock in his fist, and deepthroating it in one try. Garrett's eyes flew open, and the hunk moaned loudly as he watched his aching erection disappear into his lover's talented mouth. A few seconds later, Matt had pulled off Garrett's dick, straddled his torso, and lowered himself onto his buddy's hardon, stuffing it into his hungry hole.
"Fuuuuuck, yeaaaah!" screamed Matt, and he started riding Garrett's cock for all it was worth. In less than a minute, both boys cried out as their hairy balls let loose, Matt's impressive load hosing down Garrett's face and hair, and Garrett's creamy jism squirting volley after volley up his lover's tight asshole.
In the minutes afterward, the hunks kissed passionately, groaning and moaning together, feeling their boyfriend's hairy jock legs against their own. It was a major turn-on. No doubt about it - Mr. Damon was indeed talented.