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Part Fifteen On the Set of Will and Grace;
Actor Eric McCormack checked the recording device hidden in the plant on the entertainment center before he walked to the door to answer the bell.
He pulled it open and grinned at his new costar Sean Hayes.
"Hey Sean," McCormack greeted, "I'm glad you could make it."
Sean nodded, "no problem."
"Come in," McCormack ushered and watched Sean move forward, his eyes riveted to Sean's tight bubble butt. McCormack's cock stirred. The actor was very much trade, using his body to get ahead in Hollywood. However, every now and then he fucked around with a dude merely for the pleasure. This was going to be one of those times.
Sean felt a bit awkward on McCormack's apartment. When he'd met McCormack at the show's auditions he'd immediately been riveted by how hot his costar was. After being cast, he'd found it an effort not to throw a boner every time he saw McCormack. And now he was here, against his better judgement, in his present wet-dream's apartment.
"Have a seat," McCormack indicated the couch. Hayes obliged, sinking down upon the plush sofa. "Would you like a drink?" McCormack offered.
"No," Hayes shook his head. "Um, on the phone you mentioned problems with the script."
"Oh," McCormack smiled, taking a seat next to Hayes on the couch. A bit too close for Hayes taste. "Yes." McCormack sat back and spread his legs a bit, deliberately rubbing his calf against Hayes.
Hayes moved it away as naturally as possible despite the now raging boner it elicited. He lowered his arms and tried to rest his hands in a manner that would shield his reaction. "So," he cleared his throat. "What were you having problems with?"
"Well," McCormack slowly began. "It's the entire gay thing."
Hayes tensed a bit. "You have a problem playing gay?"
"No," McCormack chuckled, "not at all," and he patted Hayes thigh with his hand for effect. "Its just, I studied with Uta Hagen and she stressed method acting." Hayes looked him warily. "And," he offered confidentially, "the fact of the matter is; how can I play gay when I don't even know what it feels like?"
"Feels like?" Hayes parroted.
"Yeah," McCormack shrugged. "They might call for me to do some sort of love scene with another actor...."
"I hardly think that a sitcom would have a sex scene," Hayes awkwardly interjected.
"Well, a kiss then. I won't know how to really emote it realistically."
"Oh," Hayes replied nervously. "And you need me to...."
"To really understand it." McCormack looked at him with as much innocence as he could muster.
"A kiss between men is no different than a kiss with a woman," Hayes was deliberately off hand hoping McCormack would drop this thread of conversation.
"Well," McCormack grinned again, "its not exactly the same."
Hayes laughed awkwardly, "what do you want; a demonstration?"
"Well," McCormack deliberately hedged in feigned uncertainty, "if you're up for it, I could try."
Hayes gulped and looked at McCormack a bit wide eyed.
"Hmmm," McCormack pressed.
Hayes nodded silently. He balled his hands nervously search for a way to do this as innocently as possible. "S...sure."
"Alright then," McCormack smiled. Hayes sat silently dumbfounded. "Well," McCormack hedged.
"Um, well," Hayes bit his lower lip. "I guess it would be like this," and he moved and quickly pecked McCormack's lips with his own.
"That was hardly the way a man would kiss a woman," McCormack scoffed.
Hayes turned awkwardly on the couch. "You're right. It.....would be more like this." Hayes limply rested his hands on McCormack's waist and pressed his lips against McCormack's. Hayes fought not to deepen the kiss, but when he felt the tip of McCormack's tongue run across his lips he pulled away.
"I think that I get it." McCormack nodded in contemplation. "So, if you were my lover," McCormack reached out and hauled Hayes by the waist across his lap, "I'd have you like this." Hayes was in stunned silence. "And maybe I'd have one of my hands like this," and McCormack moved the hand closest to Hayes back and slid it down beneath the waist band of Hayes slacks. His fingers gently rubbed the slight curve of one of Hayes' butt cheeks. "And I'd kiss you like this." He dipped his head and really kissed his costar, hungrily, prying Hayes lips apart with his tongue.
Hayes was unresponsive until McCormack's tongue touched his own. With a groan, he lifted his hands to McCormack's shoulders and clung to him as their tongues danced and curled together. Hayes purred and sighed and McCormack used his free hand to haul him closer until their chests were slightly touching.
After several minutes McCormack reluctantly lifted his head. There was more to do. "The next lesson," McCormack gently urged Hayes off his lap next to him again. Hayes was disappointed and McCormack could easily read the expression across his face. He felt more confident. McCormack moved his hands to his waist and pulled open the fly of his jeans. Hayes watched in mute silence. "What does a blow job feel like."
Hayes was shaken from his sexual stupor by precaution. "Eric," his throat was dry. He wanted to suck McCormack off more than anything. "You what a blow job feels like."
"No," McCormack lied, "I don't."
Hayes narrowed his eyes speculatively. "You've never had a blow job before?" McCormack shook his head. Hayes scoffed. "You're bull shitting me."
"No, I'm really serious," McCormack insisted. And just to prove his point he pushed his slacks down a bit to expose that he had no underwear on. His pubes were neatly trimmed and the cock that he pulled out was long, thick and hard. He gripped the veiny flesh tube at the base. "Do this look like I'm kidding?"
Hayes looked at the enflamed shaft. He was hypnotized by its beauty and size. It was at least ten inches long and about the width of a beer can.
And it curved slightly, Hayes mentally noting that it would fit beautiful in his mouth and throat.
McCormack was pleased by the look in his costar's eyes. Lifting the hand closest to Hayes, he touched the base of his costar's neck and drew him down to his cock. As he drew closer, Hayes noted the ooz of pre-cum escaping McCormack's piss slit. It rolled a bit down the bulbous head and slowly dribbled down in the air. Hayes quickly thrust his tongue out and caught the clear liquid. McCormack nodded and satisfaction and pushed Hayes head closer. Hayes licked the red spongy head and suckled more of the leaking pre-cum. Hayes noted a thick vein running down the length of McCormack's shaft and ran the tip of his tongue along the pulsing vessel. Hayes licked up on the flat of McCormack's pelvis before dragging his tongue back up to the head. He licked it like a lollipop, tracing the ridge with the tip of his tongue. He flecked at the underside of the head and McCormack trembled in response.
"Suck it," McCormack urged in a hoarse whisper. "Show me what a great cock sucker you are."
Hayes puckered his lips and kissed the cock head slurping in more of the leaking pre cum before opening his mouth and taking in the shaft. His lips sucked hard on the shaft as he slipped them further along taking the shaft deeper and deeper.
"That's it," McCormack hissed reaching down and holding on to Hayes' head.
Hayes twirled his tongue around the pulsing staff of flesh feeling every inch of the hot flesh. He took it all the way down, snorting loudly as his nose brushed McCormack's trimmed pubes. He slurped loudly and held the entire length in his mouth for several seconds before running his lips back up to the head. McCormack's shaft glistened with Hayes spittle. He swirled his tongue around the head again. When he lowered to take in the entire length again, McCormack bucked his hips up. Hayes snorted again as the spongy head touched the back of his throat. He sucked loudly and moved his hands along McCormack's thighs pushing the slacks further down his costar's legs. Hayes rubbed his nose in the pubes and sniffed in McCormack's musky sent. He was conscious of his own rock hard cock straining in his jeans. His own cock was leaking pre-cum and a wet circle was appearing on his pants.
McCormack nodded the wet spot and grinned. "I think that I get it." He pantomimed as he sat forward a bit and grasped Hayes by the waist. With barely a disturbance to his costar's suction on his throbbing cock, McCormack twisted Hayes around upside down. He leaned back bringing Hayes legs with him until that bent and the knees rested partially on his shoulders and the back of the couch.
"Let me try," McCormack said concentrating on tugging open Hayes slacks.
He pushed them up a bit on Hayes inverted legs and then pushed at the waist band of Hayes BVDs. Hayes' hard cock sprung free, the head nearly touching McCormack's lips. Pre-cum glistened at the tip of the head, a drop clinging from the piss slit. "Like this," McCormack licked the pre-cum from Hayes' cock head. "Right?"
"Mnph," Hayes gurgled, concentrating on the thick cock stuffed down his throat.
"Now," McCormack gripped Hayes at the base of the cock and slowly slipped the cock head between his lips. "Mmmmmmm," McCormack bathed the spongy flamed head with spittle with his tongue, sucking and lapping more of the pre-cum.
Hayes shivered at the warm wet mouth slowly sucking his shaft in. With the pleasure that McCormack was giving him, he was all the more determined to bring McCormack to the edge. He sucked harder and sucked the veiny staff in and out of his mouth. McCormack bucked his hips and began face fucking him in response. While he took in more of Hayes cock between his lips. He felt a vein along the shaft pulse against his lips.
He sucked hard while playing with Hayes balls. He gently rolled them, focused on the large gonads as he deep throated Hayes hard shaft. He held the shaft easily down his throat while his gaze moved further past Hayes balls. Eagerly he pushed Hayes slacks and shorts further along his legs until the were up near his inverted ankles. McCormack looked at Hayes round smooth bubble butt. He ran his palms along each cheek and pulled them apart exposing Hayes pink pucker. It twitched and winked at McCormack's intense gaze.
Hayes was semiconscious of his butt being exposed. He continued sucking McCormack even when McCormack allowed Hayes cock to slip from his mouth.
"Can I fuck you?"
Hayes stilled his mouth on the hard shaft at his costar's' question.
"Holy fuck!"
Anderson Cooper paused the video in the VCR. He was sprawled out naked on his sofa, legs resting upon the coffee table. His hand gripped the base of a cock-it wasn't his own. But another hand gripped his own. He moved his leg a bit, dragging the recent National Enquirer between his foot and the table. His foot brushed another man's bare foot. He glanced at his buddy.
Newscaster Brian Williams was sprawled out next to his fuck buddy, equally naked with Cooper's hand wrapped around his hard ten inch cock. His own hand gripped Cooper's nine and one half in shaft.
"Pretty damn hot, hunh?" Cooper tugged on Williams cock.
"Damn hot," Williams returned the gesture on Cooper's shaft.
With his free hand Cooper gripped the VCR remote and fast forwarded the tape. "Wait until you see this."
Sean Hayes was sprawled down along Eric McCormack's coffee table flat on his stomach. His butt was elevated a bit and McCormack was on his knees on the floor lining up his cock with the valley of Hayes bubble butt. McCormack nudged his cock head deeper between the cheeks until it nudged Hayes quivering ring.
Hayes gripped the opposite end of the coffee table with his hands, preparing for the fuck. He felt McCormack grip him at the hips and bit his lip waiting for........"Ughhhhhhhh!"
In one full thrust, McCormack buried the entire length of his shaft within Hayes hot chute. He was pleased when he felt Hayes rectum muscles clench and squeeze around his thick buried cock. "Tight ass pussy!" He complimented.
"Fuck me!" Hayes called back impatiently.
"Yeah?" McCormack swatted Hayes bubbly butt.
"Yeah," he winced at the sting.
McCormack pulled from Hayes quivering chute and slammed forward again roughly. He repeated the piston motion.
"Harder!" Hayes pushed his butt back to meet McCormack's thrusts.
McCormack obliged and was soon drilling Hayes' ass with a rapid rhythm. His balls slapped against Hayes butt and as he thrust harder and deeper the coffee table shook with the vibrations of McCormack against Hayes.
Hayes thrust back and wiggled his butt as the thick shaft assaulted his hole. He bit his lips as the thrusts grew faster and deeper. "Ughhhh," he grunted as the shaft massaged his prostate. His own cock was hard, flat between the table top and his stomach. It rubbed against the wood with each of McCormack's heavy cleaves. Initially the friction against the table stung but soon his cock grew accustomed to the surface and twitched and throbbed , his balls churning.
McCormack's knees were getting rug burns but he was oblivious. All he could think of and feel was Hayes tight warm pussy constricting around his shaft with each heavy thrust. He watched his cock slide in and out from between Hayes pink ass lips, puckering with each backward movement and swallowing his throbbing cock with each forward movement. McCormack was pleased that Hayes was such a good fuck.
"Yeah," he rasped slapping Hayes butt cheeks again. "Tight little pussy!"
Hayes whimpered at the intensity of McCormack's shaft stretching out his hole. His own cock was dribbling pre-cum upon the coffee table and it was smearing against his stomach.
"You love my cock," McCormack panted increasing his pace. "Yeah! Take this cock! Take it!" He slapped Hayes ass cheeks again.
"Mmmmm," Hayes bit his lip as his balls tightened and his cock spasmed between the coffee table and his stomach. He gritted his teeth as cum was forced from his cock head, his stomach further smearing the spoog with each of McCormack's heavy forward thrusts.
"You....want....it?" McCormack chanted piston pumping Hayes' ass and getting close. "Your....ass....wants....to.....drink...it!" He banged harder against the coffee table, his fingers digging into the flesh at Hayes' hips. "Oh.....yeah!" McCormack's legs tensed and his cock jerked ands thrust. "Take......thisssssssssssssssssss," McCormack gritted as he pumped loads and loads of spoog up his costar's hungry ass. "Drink....it....with.....your.......asssssssssss!" McCormack's piss slit expanded further as a second wave of spoog erupted just as the initial slowed. "Fuckin' ayyyyyyyyyyyyyyy," McCormack hauled Hayes closer and kept his cock buried within the quivering sucking chute until the wave subsided and the last spurts of cum were forced from his spent cock.
"Fuck!" Cooper paused the tape again and worked Williams cock faster.
"Luv your fat cock bro'" Williams enthused as he pumped Cooper's shaft with equal force.
"Yeahhhh," Cooper enthused pumping Williams throbbing shaft. The veins pulsed against his palm and fingers. He bucked his own hips against Williams rapid strokes against his own cock.
"Close," Williams panted. Cooper nodded as he felt his own balls churn.
"Here...it....comesssssssssssssss," Williams' legs tensed and his cock jerked in Cooper's grip. The head flared and ropes of cum sprung free.
"Shoot.....it.....dude!" Cooper encouraged as his balls tightened, thighs tensed and his cock head pulsed. "Fuck yeahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh," Cooper growled as cum shot like a volcano into the air.
Both men groaned and pumped the other's cock as the ropes of cum splattered across the floor to land upon the coffee table. They pumped and bucked ropes and ropes until the spasms subsided and they slumped upon the couch in exhaustion. Cum was splattered all over the table, with drops of cum across the National Enquirer Headline; 'Secret sex tape of gay and straight sitcom costars discovered!'
to be continued.......