This story is not true. I made it up. It doesn't imply anything about the sexualites of any of the Hollywood studs mentioned. As far as I know, Josh Hartnett and the others area all as straight as Tom Cruise claims to be. :)
If you'd like to see more of this sort of story, write me at xanderharris02@hotmail.com
"Damn, have you seen this??" Josh Hartnett asked, holding out the latest issue of Vanity Fair.
Ben Affleck took it from his hand and looked down at the cover, which featured a shot of Brad Pitt's bare chest.
"Nice," Ben smiled.
"Have you ever got with that?" Josh asked.
"Got with that?" Ben imitated Josh's way of speaking and laughed. "No. I haven't. But I had a full report from Matty."
"Matt and Brad?" Josh asked. His eyes got a far off look in them as he imagined that sex scene. Without thinking, he started rubbing his dick through the shorts he was wearing.
"Yeah. Matty fucked the shit out of Brad on a regular basis during the shoot for Ocean's 11," Ben grinned.
"Brad's a bottom? I always thought he'd be more of a top," Josh said. Ben watched the younger man's hand rub the growing bulge in the front of his shorts and smiled.
"That's because you're a bottom boy and you think every hot guy is a top," Ben said.
"I'm not a bottom boy!" Josh protested.
"Really?" Ben looked amused.
"Really. I've only bottomed once!" Josh insisted.
"For who?" Ben was curious.
"Shawn Hatosy," Josh said.
"Who?" Ben asked.
"He's an actor. We were in The Faculty together," Josh explained.
"Never saw it," Ben grinned.
"Your loss, dude," Josh laughed.
"So, this Shawn guy. He's hot?" Ben asked.
"Hell yeah. We fooled around for most of the shoot. Just little stuff, though. A quick blow job between scenes. A hand job here and there. Then the fucker talked me into letting him rim me!" Josh shook his head.
"Really?" Ben sounded amused again.
"Yeah. I'd never been rimmed before. It felt fucking awesome! Having a guy's tongue licking my hole. Then fucking it! The dude had his tongue up my ass, man," Josh shook his head again in amazement, his hand still stroking his cock through the shorts as he recalled the rim job.
"Drive you crazy?" Ben asked.
"Hell yeah! Then he started slipping in a finger. Then two. Finally he had three fingers up my ass. It felt pretty good. When he asked if he could fuck me, I was so turned on that all I could say was yes!" Josh smiled.
"How was it?" Ben asked, a bulge growing in the front of his jeans.
"Pretty hot. It hurt like hell, but then it started getting to me. Felt pretty intense," Josh explained.
"You just do it that one time?" Ben asked.
"Yeah, that was it. So, I'm not a bottom boy," Josh reminded him.
"Oh, you're some studly top?" Ben laughed, showing his disbelief. "How many guys have you fucked?"
"Enough to know that I'm the bomb when it comes to fucking ass, Affleck!" Josh retorted.
"Yeah. Okay, Hartnett," Ben laughed.
"Look who's talking man! Word has it that Matt fucks you like a bitch every chance he gets!"
"I'm no ones bitch, pretty boy!" Ben told him, his voice no longer amused.
"So Matty doesn't ride your ass twice a day?" Josh smirked.
"Matt's a top. I'm versatile. So he tops me. But I'm not his bitch," Ben said.
"I heard you can't get enough of Matt's dick. You're the big bottom boy here, man. Your hole has been fucked way more than mine," Josh grinned.
"We can change that, pussy boy," Ben snapped. He grabbed Josh by the shoulders and pushed him back into the sofa.
"Dude, what are you doing?" Josh sounded shocked and a little scared.
"I'm going to make you my bitch, Hartnett. Fuck you good."
"Hey, I was only kidding around man! Let go of me!" Josh yelled up at Ben. In response, Ben grabbed the front of Josh's shirt and ripped it open, sending buttons flying all over the room.
"Hey! My shirt!" Josh yelled. "This has gone far enough, dude."
"Look at your dick, man. It's a fucking rock," Ben nodded down at the front of Josh's shorts. "Don't pretend you don't want this."
Before Josh could respond, Ben kissed him hard, his tongue diving inside the younger man's mouth while his hand moved down to squeeze the rock in his shorts.
When Ben pulled back from the kiss, Josh stared up at him intently, his chest heaving. "Fuck me!"
"What?" Ben asked, his eyes gleaming.
"Fuck me," Josh said a little louder.
"Can't hear you, sorry. What did you say?"
"Damn, Ben. Shut up and fuck the shit out of me!" Josh yelled. To demonstrate that he meant business, Josh lifted his ass off the sofa long enough to pull off his shorts. He wasn't wearing anything under them and Ben was met with the sight of Josh's hard cock, already leaking pre cum.
"Well, well," Ben smiled. "How big is your little friend there?"
"Seven inches," Josh sounded proud.
"Let's find out if you're telling the truth," Ben said.
"I am. Got a ruler?" Josh asked.
"No. I have my own way of measuring," Ben smiled. He dropped to his knees in front of the sofa and licked the pre cum from the tip of Josh's dick.
"Mmm. Now, let's see how big you are," Ben said. With that, he bent down and practically inhaled Josh's dick, taking it all the way to the base.
"Oh, fuck!" Josh groaned, throwing his head back and thrusting upwards in pleasure.
Ben pulled off the hard cock, leaving it glistening with saliva. "Yeah, about seven inches. I can take eight and you're not there, but you're bigger than Matty and he's got six. But, he's thicker than you," Ben explained.
"How big are you?" Josh asked, reaching down to rub the bulge in Ben's jeans.
"You're about to find out," Ben grinned. He stood up and unbuttoned the jeans. The sound of the zipper seemed loud in the small room as Josh held his breath, waiting to see Affleck's tool.
The jeans hit the floor and Ben kicked them across the room, followed by a pair of black briefs. Standing before Josh, naked from the waist down, he waited for some comment.
"Shit. That fucker is going to hurt!" Josh sounded awed.
"Eight inches, baby. Bigger than Shawn?" Ben asked.
"Yeah. He was about five and a half," Josh couldn't take his eyes off the big dick in front of him.
Ben stepped forward and, wrapping one hand around his dick, playfully slapped it against Josh's lips. Josh opened his mouth and stuck out his tongue, anxious for a taste.
"Get it wet, or it's really going to hurt," Ben whispered. Josh complied, opening his mouth wide to take in as much as he could.
After a few minutes, Ben pulled out of Josh's mouth. "You still want this?"
"Oh, yeah," Josh moaned.
"Show me how much," Ben smirked.
"What? What do you mean?" Josh asked, looking confused but willing to do just about anything to get that dick inside of him.
"Show me how hungry your hole is for this dick," Ben said.
Josh looked uncertain for a moment, but then he nodded and scooted forward on the sofa so that he was laying flat on his back, his ass slightly in the air. He spread his legs wide and reached down between them with one hand.
Soon, Josh had a finger sliding in and out of his hole as he groaned and made little whimpering sounds.
"I want you to fuck me," Josh said after a minute or so of fingering himself.
"Nope. You're obviously not serious. One finger? That's how hungry you are for this dick? Please," Ben laughed, stroking his cock while he watched Josh finger bang himself and beg for a fuck.
Josh added a second finger and began to fuck himself faster. As he did, he locked his eyes onto Ben's face and began to beg in earnest.
"Please fuck me, Ben. My ass is so hungry for your meat. I need that big fucking cock in me, dude. Please!"
"Are you saying you want to be my bitch, Josh?" Ben asked.
Josh hesitated, but then gave in. "Yes! Fuck me. Make me your bitch. Please!"
"So you're saying that you're just a big bottom boy who needs this fat cock, right?" Ben smiled.
"Fuck! Yes, all right? I'm a big bottom boy. I need it up the ass bad. Now please, fuck me!" Josh sounded desperate as he added a third finger to his self pleasuring.
Ben moved forward and brought his dick in line with Josh's hole. Josh pulled his fingers out and grabbed hold of Ben's dick, eager to guide it inside.
"Oh, yeah!" Josh groaned as the head made it's way in. His face contorted in pain and pleasure as he gritted his teeth and breathed in and out through them, squinting up at Ben.
"Ride me, Ben. Fuck me harder. Harder!" Josh begged and moaned and Ben plowed in and out of his tight ass. "Yeah. Oh, yeah. Yes! Yes! YES!"
Ben continued to fuck Josh's ass, thrusting his large dick in and out, while Josh moaned and writhed beneath him. After several minutes, Josh's dick suddenly exploded cum all over his sweaty chest as he groaned and grunted in pleasure.
Less than a minute later, Ben pulled out of Josh's ass and quick position his dick above Josh's face.
"Take my cum in the face like a good bitch," Ben panted as he began to unload. The first shot hit Josh square on the lips, for which he was grateful as he eagerly began to lick it up. The second landed directly on his closed left eye while the third his him on the cheek. The fourth and final shot of cum hit him on the forehead some of it landing in his dark brown hair.
Ben stood back and let his breathing slow down as he surveyed the studly young actor. Josh was laying completely naked on the sofa, his face and hair dripping in Ben's jizz as he ran his tongue out to lick up what he could and used his fingers to get to what he couldn't reach.
The sight turned Ben on all over again. He hadn't gone soft yet. Moving forward again, he shocked the hell out of Josh when he suddenly plunged his dick back into the younger man's ass in one thrust.
"Awww!" Josh groaned, his one cum free eye flying open.
"I'm ready to go again, bottom boy," Ben grinned.
"Fuck, you're a stud!" Josh moaned as Ben began to fuck him in earnest again.
"That's right, bitch," Ben smiled. "And don't forget it."