Disclaimer:This story is fiction and is not intended to imply anything about the true sexuality of the celebrities mentioned or any personal knowledge about their private lives.
In America, Men Penis You! By J.B. Munrau
There are plenty of bars in West Hollywood, but only the highest percentage are overtly queer. The Goldheart Mountaintop looked like a synthesis of
your forever bachelor uncle's brickwalled den and any chalet from an 80's ski movie. Sipping on a more G than T Anton Yelchin's beautiful green eyes noticed that most of the intricately carved wooden crossbeams were rotten through and through. Five years and the place might graciously fold in on the usual Saturday night crowd jumping around for some shitty North Cali jam band. The gin was turning him bitter as the plump girl with a crooked and jet black bob babbled on about a hilarious night in downtown Vegas that probably never happened. She sauntered over to him at the bar and then sauntered over to the lonely booth he escaped to during one of her multiple bathroom departures. The white flecks hung from her long, swaying nostril hairs and he considered asking her for some but decided against it.
He ducked out and into the warmed over Pacific night with a faux phone call, smoking a cigarette and considering returning home before he was too
drunk. He really wanted to get properly laid, though. Not with the buxom coke liar, guessing her already strained heart to explode at the prospect of consuming him within her powdery folds. No, he wanted something else. He leaned against the brick wall lined with graffiti now ancient and thus deemed untouchable by respects of a artful thug parliament. Tom Wait's "I'm Your Late Night Evening Prostitute" played through the bar's exterior speakers and a bottle smashed in the distance. He laughed gently and breathed a great plume of smoke into the air with the whim of a booty prayer. Eros having taken the night off, it was Priapus who took notice of the youth's plea.
The bar's door swung open with a creak and Anton's cherub visage creased into disdain at the expectation of renewing conversation with the everpursuant girl. Instead it was an obvious male form in a athletic fitted "Fantomas" emblazoned t-shirt and tight blue jeans. He looked up to the man's divine gaze and was suddenly, utterly devoured by the moment of lust. It was that pouty lipped beaut Aaron Johnson, Calvin Klien model and star of the film "Kick-Ass", walking towards him with a rather shit-faced gait. As his British accent cut the evening air with question Anton felt his knees weaken and his cock twitch just a bit. The question was asked twice before Anton could bring himself to ascend from the depths of Aaron's own green eyes and verbally respond. "Spare a smoke?" "I'm hoarding them for an early death." "Come on." Anton grinned and tossed him the pack, one cigarette quickly placed between those luscious lips. He tossed the pack back and then searched himself for a lighter, failing at each empty pocket. He looked back to Anton with a sheepish grin. "A light, sailor?" mumbled Aaron. They hooted with drunken laughter at the cliche come-on and walked down the street toward the next bar, both realizing who the other was and mutually deciding introductions were unnecessary.
When Anton came to it was a quarter til 3 and he was in a mold stinking cab nearing his house in Burbank. And if he wasn't experiencing drunken delusions there slumbering against his shoulder was none other than that dreamboat met outside a forgotten West Hollywood shithole. The cab came to a sudden halt and both slumped forward with a groan, Anton tossing the belching cabby a wad of crumpled bills. Aaron slumped against his shoulder and stumbling they made it to the front door, when the door was finally open he crumbled across the threshold. Anton sighed and dragged him by his feet into the house and over to the couch, all the while tempted. The bulge in Aaron's pants was more than prominent it was fucking empirical. Watching his obviously fit chest rise and fell with each snoring breath, how he longed to lift that shirt and explore. Nobody would blame him, but he knew that wasn't the way to go about things. At least that's what he told himself while lifting Aaron onto the couch and putting a light blanket over his still clothed body. Exactly what he told himself as he repositioned his own rock hard boner and headed to his bedroom.
Anton took off his clothing and climbed into California King bed, considering that he'd missed his one and only chance to do something with Aaron. But he truly believed that if he waited he could have still have the prize tucked away in Aaron's Levis. He remembered his seduction and rapid education by Chris Evans during the the filming of Fierce People. Chris having boned him so many time and so many ways that when they parted it was as a graduation of sorts, his virginity stripped by the hairy fellow and replaced with the knowing of one's own self. Which in Anton's case was a deep yearning to be fucked in the roughest possible way by one similar in age and of a certain quality. Aaron definitely met all prerequisites in that sense. Anton's hand wandered down to his boxer shorts as he considered what slept on his couch, his other hand moving spry fingers to his rather hungry ass. He worked out his boner with decent results, wishing the night had been more productive, and gently passed out.
Anton awoke to something quite rigid and warm pressing against the base of his spine and wedging between his boxer short clad ass cheeks, and a heavy arm was draped over his waist pulling him ever closer to this hard object. He felt hot breath on his neck and then a kiss just beneath his ear. He attempted to turn over but the arm held him in place, the hand of the restraining arm moving down between his legs. With the illuminating assistance of minimal sunlight peeking through closed blinds Anton could see in the mirror beside his bed the reflection of Aaron laying directly behind him, clutching him closer before placing another kiss on his neck and slowly dry humping a horsecock into him. He gently moaned as Aaron's hand slipped beneath his boxer shorts and wrapped about a modest length now moistened in anticipation and previously mentioned humping.
With the combined movements of lowering Anton's grizzly bear checkered boxer shorts to give his own large and aptly leaking cock further grinding access and rubbing Anton's precum about the head of his penis with his thumb Aaron was able to elicit yet another whimpering moan. He nuzzled his nose into Anton's short curly locks of light brown hair and moved his other hand around to gently tweak one of his small pink nipples, pushing his cock against a hole not ready to yield to such girth no matter how naturally lubricated by those large balls between Aaron's muscular upper thighs. He slowly descended Anton's back, kissing goosebumped flesh every few inches until his angelic face reached those pert cheeks, their dusting of light brown hair catching the sunlight as covers left bodice and found floor.
Anton murmmered slight confusion as his cheeks were spread by strong hands and then gasped as a curved, skilled tongue quickly circled his boyish muskbud. Its rapid circumnavigation of his hole caused him to clutch his pillow with one hand and the other to seek Aaron's head to push his delving, wet tongue further unto the pleasuredome. Aaron incline his jaw forward and continued to stoke the seven and a half inches of Anton's member, cries and random curses of ecstasy calling out high and heaven bound. Instead reaching the ears of one ,Martina Moto, a suddenly befuddled, middle-aged FedEx employee approaching the front door with a cardboard box that concealed a Latino gangbang DVD ordered a week ago. Hearing demands of penetration and answers of whorish submission she tossed the box down by the door and hurried back to her delivery truck not begrudging those within their carnal desires, having worked a backwoods Texarkana sex bar for three awful years in her early twenties.
Back inside Aaron was still nose deep in the sumptuous depths of that ass, with his tongue and prodding fingers sending vibrations of lust deep within both of the enraptured youths. As if a physical answer to what Martina had overhead, Anton slipped down across the bed and was now rapidly bobbing his head and choking a bit in an effort to deepthroat Aaron's terribly thick nine inch dick, and if that was a failure at least it would be thoroughly aroused for the coming event. Aaron's hands found the other by his dick and forced the majority of his dick into his mouth by way of clutching the back of the boy's head. Some gagging ensued but eventually his cute little nose was buried in Aaron's somewhat trimmed pubes, inhaling the sandalwood odor through his nostril whilst his tongue worked the base of the cock. Aaron proceeded to vigorously skull-throttle that learned mouth as his anal spelunking wrought more and more mammoth cock muffled squeals of delight.
This Mobius Strip of male beauty and prime sexual devotion was brought to a close as Anton lifted his mouth from his gluttonous cocksucking and made an announcement as best as he could with the pleasure crippling sensations rendered by Aaron's assbound mouth. "I need your...uh...uh..cock in me, dude. Please fuck me." "You want me to fuck this ass, turn you into a trough for cum? Only my cum?", said Aaron as he raised his head, wiped his mouth, and vigorously slapped said buttocks with a gasp from Anton. "Please, make me your raunchy bitch, Aaron. I need this big dick in me now." A few moments later found Anton on his hands and knees with his head and chest lowered and ass held level with Aaron's thunderous and spit wet boner. He grabbed a small lube bottle beside the bed with a grin, slapping Anton's ass once more and was rewarded with another cock-breathed pleading to fuck him. "I want your big cock so bad, hurry up and turn me out with that giant fuck-"
His slutty rambling was cut short as his head was pushed down in the same sequence with nine inches of thick British cock slamming home into his well-tongued and soon well fucked asshole. He cried out into the pillow as Aaron laughed aloud and forced his fairy tale big dick deep into the utterly filled ass. Aaron wasn't about to give this uppity slut time to get used to his hog, he would just have to learn in the saddle as it were. He withdrew to the tip and held it there for a moment, grabbing the back of Anton's head and pulling him up. His tongue found Anton's panting mouth and they kissed passionately for those few moments, Aaron's strong arms wrapping around the boy for a moment. Then he slammed his dick into the hilt and tossed wailing Anton back down to the bad, setting into a vigorous pounding of the ass. If Martina had decided to return for the signature she would have thunderclaps of balls slapping ass and slutty incoherent shrieks from up the street.
Aaron had mounted Anton's ass and was now shoving that cock into his moaning trophy, the monster cock working a fierce number on his prostate and laying him deep in a wet pit of his own precum and sweat. Every time Anton's hands reached for his own cock it was slapped away by Aaron and reprimanded by a particularly vicious thrust, to which there was always a moaning apology for his presumptions. Eventually Anton gained enough composure to begin thrusting his needy ass back in time to meet Aaron halfway, both grunting like animals in heat. Aaron's sweat raining down on his back as his gripped the other's shoulders to deliver long, deep thrust into his worn but still tight slut. He repeatedly slapped and viciously gripped that sweating ass with his hands, verbally mocking Anton for being such a good fuck. Between exacting thrusts he grabbed the boy below him by the hip and flipped him onto his back, Anton sighing as he felt the lake of precum along the sheet beneath coat his back. His legs held high he was again invaded, but now he could see the sweat coating Aaron's lean, muscled chest. He could watch his man fuck him with every fibrous muscle in his fine body, and when Aaron leaned down to passionately kiss him while still banging the hell out of his ass he could take it no longer. His hot salty load sprayed across their chests and pelted their smiling faces, Anton's cock erupting blast after blast as he panted with barely opened eyes. He watched as Aaron licked a glob from the corner of his own face and then went right back to fucking him with an inspired vigor. Anton felt every inch moving in out of him, his dick still rock hard and not without pleasure's grip.
Aaron leaned down and slipped his strong arms under Anton, proceeding to lift him up in this cradle and forcefully throttle his cock within and without Aaron's well used hole. He could only cry out as he was used as a vessel for this man's sexual fury, staring into those passion crazed green eyes he felt another orgasm coming on. Their mouths met once more and Aaron felt Anton's orgasm induced asshole grip his cock with wild abandon, milking out the building orgasm with it's spasms. As Anton's load shot high and pelted their bodies once more, he could feel Aaron blasting his insides with shot after copious shot of warm seed. He fell atop Anton and rolled to the side to withdraw his still hard and leaking penis. His hand fell down to the boy's cum filled hole and much like the that yellow bear of children's tales used two fingers to scoop out a portion of the manly load. It was brought forth to Anton's passion curled lips as Aaron leaned in whilst pinning him with those lusty jade peepers. The two of them kissed madly with those two fingers between them, consuming the honey of their efforts to contentment before falling back into each others arms. A shower was needed.
Fin
Comments or suggestions: hastur.servitor@gmail.com