The Talented Mr. Damon, Part 4
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!
Had it really been three weeks since Matt and Garrett had been with each other? As he sat in his first-class seat on the huge 747, Garrett pondered that thought. The two guys had been on crazy schedules for the last month, and in a few hours, they would be together again. Just thinking about what they would be doing that evening caused a stir in Garrett's crotch. He could feel his dick starting to grow and his balls churn. "Down, boy!" he said to himself. Despite the fact that he had certainly had his share of action over the last few weeks, there was no question that he was looking forward to sex with Matt Damon, his lover now for more than 6 months. Their relationship had been an open one from the beginning -- Matt had wanted it that way, after his bad experience with Ben, and Garrett was willing to do anything to stay with Matt, even if it meant sharing him with other men. For his own part, Garrett had never been at a loss when it came to finding sex partners. The handsome Voyager star was well known for his string of boyfriends.
In fact, it was a true surprise that the two Hollywood studs had become lovers, albeit non-monogamous ones. While Matt was very gregarious, Garrett had always been less boisterous, and certainly more reticent about any overt displays of sexuality. Being with Matt hadn't changed him that much, but he was no longer afraid of what other people might think or say about his choice of lifestyle. Yes, it had been a choice. Garrett had been quite the young stud with women since he turned 17. But somewhere along the way, in his senior year in college at UCLA to be more precise, he had discovered that he was also intrigued by other boys. He found himself dreaming about having sex with both girls and boys, and then it was just boys. He would wake up from his dream, drenched with sweat, evidence of his dream sprayed on his stomach and chest. Garrett made a conscious decision to seek out a guy to experiment with, to see if his feelings were real or imagined.
That decision had changed his life. Garrett drove to West Hollywood searching for what he didn't know. He went into a bar and was there for several minutes before he realized there were no women in sight. He was just getting over that fact when two boys came up to him and offered to buy him a drink. Before he could respond, they had pulled him over to their table and were putting their hands all over him. He jumped up and almost ran from the building, stopping about a block away, his heart racing and his crotch aching with desire. Was this really what he wanted, Garrett thought, or was it just a phase? He had to admit that both of the boys in the bar were handsome, maybe even gorgeous. But open groping like that just wasn't his style. But what WAS his style? He had to admit he didn't know if he even had a style. Sure, he had always been able to have almost any girl he wanted. But this was different. Someone had put the moves on HIM, and it wasn't a girl, it was a GUY!
As he pondered this situation, he heard a voice asking him, "Are you OK? Can I help you?" Garrett didn't respond. "I said are you OK?," the young man asked once again. Garrett pulled himself together enough to respond. "Yeah, I'm fine. Guess I just got lost. It's my first time in West Hollywood." The stranger responded, "Well, let me show you around!" He put an arm around Garrett's shoulder, and the led the dumbstruck college boy down the street. It was about this time that the other boy introduced himself to Garrett. "Hi, my name is John. John James" Garrett took John's hand in his own, "I'm Garrett Wang. Thanks for helping me out." "No problem," responded John. Garrett tried to hide his excitement at meeting TV star John James. He had watched the handsome star of Dynasty and the Colbys for years. Now here he was, being shown around the gayest part of town with this big-name star.
For his own part, John's interests in Garrett were purely physical. He had spotted the cute young kid standing by himself, and made a decision to try to score with him. As he looked into Garrett's eyes, he saw confusion, desire, and lust. John bet on the latter two winning the war, and leaned forward, planting a kiss on Garrett's lips. Garrett drew back, gasping. His mind was a blur. Part of him wanted to run to his car and get out of here. Another part wanted to punch John out. Another wanted to grab John and return the kiss. The last one won out, and Garrett grabbed the hunky star, pressing his lips against John's and forcing his tongue into the TV stud's hot mouth. The sight of two young men kissing wasn't that unusual in West Hollywood, but John decided to move the action to somewhere more private.
Soon the two young men were in John's home, naked and fully aroused, on his bed. Garrett had decided to let things happen and see what would come of it. His inhibitions were quickly vanquished, and he found himself responding to John's suggestions with joy. In a very short time, Garrett had shot his load twice -- once from the incredible blow job John had given him, and another time from the tender fuck he had taken up his no-longer virgin ass. It had hurt at first, but Garrett found John so attractive, and John had been so gentle and loving, that he found himself begging John to fuck him harder. This second climax was even more powerful than the first, and his load sprayed all over both of them. And John had pulled out of Garrett just before he shot, fisting his cock in Garrett's face, squirting shot after shot in the handsome Asian-American's face and hair.
Garrett awoke the next morning to find himself entangled in John's hairy legs. He kissed John gently, and the cute TV star woke up smiling and returned the kiss, this one more passionately. Soon the two guys were rutting like crazy again, this time with John on his back, his gorgeous, hairy jock legs spread wide, begging Garrett to fuck him. Garrett wasted no time, and in just a few minutes both hunks had blasted their loads on each other's sweaty face and hair…..
Garrett thought back to that time as he had so often done, realizing that John James had truly changed his life. After that weekend, Garrett had accepted the fact that he was attracted to other boys and that he would continue to explore this new side of his life. In the years since, he had been with countless other guys, but John always held a special place in his heart. They had repeated their first-time passion many times over the years, and every once in a while they would phone each other and arrange a special time just for the two of them. It was always hot, sweaty, and satisfying for both of them, and they had learned the secrets of each other's desires and needs, things only seasoned sex partners know.
Garrett pondered this as he sat in the plane, then realized it would be just a few minutes before the plane would land and he would be able to get home and see Matt. John and Matt were alike in many ways, he realized. Both were handsome. Both were well educated. Both were fantastic lovers. Both had incredible sexual energy. But whereas John was quite hairy, Matt was rather smooth, expect for his legs and ass crack. While John was mostly a top, Matt was totally versatile. Matt could never get enough cock, whether it was in his mouth, his hand, or his butt. Matt was a true cockhound, very much like Garrett had become. Whereas John preferred sex in the morning, Matt would fuck all day and all night. Matt was not into armpits, and this disappointed Garrett. John had shown him how hot it was to lick and savor another guy's raunchy armpits, and Garrett had responded with a like passion. He hoped that some day Matt would turn on to this erotic pleasure, too.
The cab ride from the airport was uneventful, and Garrett quickly paid the fare, leaving a generous tip. The cute driver responded with a quick "Thank you Mr. Wang!", and a wink of his eye, smiling at Garrett as he left the cab. Matt bounded into the house. "Hey Matt! I'm home, baby!" Not hearing any response, Garrett decided to unpack and head out to the pool. As he passed the lanai, he spotted action out by the pool. He dropped his bag, and ran to the pool, finding Matt getting it on with buddies Scott Wolf, Jeremy London, and Rob Lowe. Matt was on his hands and knees, greedily sucking Jeremy's hardon, while Rob plowed Matt's hungry hole. Meanwhile, Scott was fucking Rob's hairy butt.
Garrett wasted no time. He stripped off his clothes as he walked over to the 4-man orgy. The boys looked up to find Garrett, naked and stroking his big cock, with a big smile on his face. They uncoupled long enough to let Matt greet Garrett properly, the two hunks kissing passionately, slobber dripping from their mouths to their sweaty chests, their hands roaming over each other, and their hard cocks grinding together.
As they separated, Garrett dropped to his knees, deepthroating Matt's big prick in one gulp, his hands stroking his lover's hairy legs, turning Matt on even more. Jeremy stood behind Matt, and easily shoved his 8-inch hardon up Damon's well-used hole, then started fucking him with abandon. Garrett finished Matt off by hand, letting the stud's load spray his face and chest.
Rob pulled Garrett up by his sweaty armpits, then proceeded to lick Matt's load off Garrett's face. Garrett had not met Rob before, but the two hunks made out like they had been at it for months. It was Rob who lay on his back, spread his super hairy legs, and said "Fuck me, Garrett. Fuck my hairy jock ass with that big cock, baby!"
The orgy continued into the night, with each young stud coupling with all of the others in almost every combination imaginable. Finally, spent, they collapsed in a heap, their bodies covered with sweat and cum, their hairy legs entwined as they faded off to sleep. Garrett was back home. All was right with the world.