Disclaimer: This story is about young men having sex together. If that's not your thing or you're too young to read it, please leave now. The author has written this purely as a work of erotic fantasy fiction, and implies no specific knowledge of the celebrity personalities who are described. Enjoy!
JESSE'S LOAD PARTY
by Backlash29
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Chad Michael Murray sat back on his haunches, his slender tan legs folded Indian-style underneath his sweaty, naked frame. He was centered at the foot of his king-sized bed, facing the headboard. Less than two feet in front of him was the beautiful, bent-over ass of Adam Brody, which Chad had been fucking literally all night. It was now nearly noon on Saturday morning, and even though he had cum four times into Adam's bottomless hole since their encounter began more than twelve hours earlier, he was still transfixed by the boy's beauty, and his 10.5-inch dick was still hard and ready to keep on plundering the sexy brunette's firm, round, white boyish butt.
Adam, for his part, was in a state of bliss. Obviously, when he was invited to Chad's house the previous evening, he knew what was going to happen. Chad was well-known for fucking boys at his home whenever his new wife, Sophia, was out of town; he even did it with her blessing, as she enjoyed taking cock from plenty of other men as well. And Adam made it known in his circle that he loved nothing more than taking cock and fresh cum loads from hot studs like Chad. But he hadn't been prepared for the sheer intensity of the experience. He and Chad made out, fully clothed, for over an hour before the sex even started, and once it did, Adam was blown away by Chad's prowess: His hard muscles (everywhere!), his excellent blowjob skills, and of course, the immense length and girth of his cock which had--amazingly--been rock hard non-stop, through several explosive orgasms, ever since the moment Adam arrived.
Now, Chad was pulling on that hard cock as he viewed Adam's butt, trying to decide what to do next. They were both a little tired from their all-night romp, but Chad needed to get off at least a couple more times, and it was clear that Adam was willing and able to go the distance, no matter how long it would take. Adam had taken Chad's cock in every position, along with four huge loads of cum, and every sex toy in Chad and Sophia's special drawer. He loved everything that Chad put up his tender ass, and he was ready for more.
"Fuck, that's a sweet hole," Chad said softly, mostly to himself. Adam smiled and purred, wiggling his butt.
Unable to keep from touching Adam's amazing ass, Chad reached out and laid his large palm on one of the cheeks. Hearing Adam moan, he smiled. He loved the way the brunette stud responded to his every touch. He continued jerking off his own cock while using the other hand to gently rub around Adam's perfect little glutes. As his fingers neared Adam's crack, they naturally got slippery. The residue of the four loads of jism Chad had shot inside the boy was leaking out of the hole, as it had done all night, forming a soapy film on the inside of Adam's butt cheeks, as well as a small puddle on the bedclothes where it had drizzled over Adam's cute legs and run off his slender body.
The more Chad fingered around Adam's crack, the more he heard his fuck toy moan and shudder with pleasure. This inspired Chad to stop jerking off and use both hands to pry apart Adam's fuzzy globes, allowing him to push his index finger deeper inside the crack. As his fingertip reached the button of Adam's sphincter, the bottom yelped, and a second later his ass lips parted invitingly. Chad continued pushing his finger all the way in, going as deep as he could. Adam shook with paroxysms of sheer bliss, crying out happily at the intrusion. He wiggled his ass backward on Chad's finger until the blond stud was touching his prostate, then thrust his ass back and forth hard, fucking himself on the stud's digit the same way he had fucked himself for hours on his cock.
Chad smiled the whole time, amazed that this cute young stud could be so endlessly happy about having something hard up his ass. Chad, too, liked getting his ass fucked from time to time, but when he was with guys like Adam, he realized he would never be a true bottom. The boy just seemed to live for getting his ass filled up with cock, tongue, dildos, fingers, and cum.
After about five minutes of this deep prostate massage, Chad withdrew his finger. The scent of fresh cum, which had been faint before, now filled the room. Chad had obviously stirred up quite a few juices by twirling his strong finger inside Adam's sexy ass. Craving a taste, Chad brought the finger to his lips, gave it a quick sniff, and then pressed it into his mouth as deeply as it had been pressed inside Adam's hole. The finger laid on his tongue and he rolled it around, tasting as much of his own fresh spunk as he could. It was delicious. Then, he stuck the finger back in Adam for a while, getting more sperm on it, and again withdrew. This time, he got up off his knees and reached around to Adam's face, wagging the finger under the boy's nose, and wiping a few drops of cum onto his upper lip and handsome chin, before finally (and forcibly) pressing the finger between Adam's supple lips and into his sexy mouth.
"Mmm-mm-mm..." Adam moaned, with Chad's finger in his mouth, feeding him cum. The taste of cum made him delirious. Knowing it was Chad's, fresh from his own butt, made it intoxicating. He lovingly sucked the strong finger for all he was worth.
At that moment, the phone rang on the bedside table. Continuing to feed Adam his spunk, Chad used his free hand to grab the receiver.
"Hello?"
"Dude, it's Jesse. What's up?"
Chad fondly recalled power-fucking Jesse's divine ass a few weeks earlier. When they parted ways, Jesse promised to contact him soon for a repeat performance.
"Hey man, not much. Got my dick in some prime hole right now. Call you back?"
"Sure, man. Who you got over?"
"Adam Brody."
"Fuck, very nice. I hear he's good tail. Listen, I'm gonna take some loads today, from Tom Welling and some other studs he's bringing by. Thought you might want to join in the fun. If you're not too fucked out."
Chad laughed. "No actually, I've still got a few left in me. What time?"
"Any time. Tom and them are on their way over right now. Show up whenever you want."
"Cool. Hey, Adam hasn't gotten off yet. I bet he'd love to lose it into your sweet hole. Can I bring him too?"
"'Course, man. You know I take 'em all. Bring him by, plus whoever else you can think of."
"Will do, stud," Chad promised, and they both rang off.
When the cell phone rang in his pocket, Benjamin McKenzie was fully clothed, but he was on his knees, doing his favorite thing: giving good, sloppy head to a serious, dark stud, who was seated in a chair in the corner of Ben's bedroom. In this case, the stud was Matthew Fox, who had stopped by Ben's house for a blowjob, as he had done many times before. Matthew was mostly straight, but his wife was a lousy cocksucker, and she even admitted it. So, he had free reign to get head elsewhere, but only from guys. (Other women made her jealous.)
While continuing to suck, Ben fumbled through his pocket for the phone. He recognized the number: Adam Brody, his co-star on the O.C. There weren't many callers for whom Ben would interrupt giving head, but he decided to see what Adam had to say. Maybe he wanted head, too, later that day.
One minute, Matthew was lost in bliss, sliding his thick nine inches up and down in Ben's soft throat. The next minute, he heard a phone ring, and then the mouth was gone. When he opened his eyes and looked down, Ben was using his fist to pull up and down on Matthew's spit-lubed dick, keeping it hard as he hurriedly spoke into the phone.
"Hey Adam, what's up? I'm givin' some head here."
"Hey man. Chad's here, with his dick up my ass. And we're going to a party later. Jesse Metcalfe's over at his house, taking loads all day. Wants us to bring some guys to help slam-fuck his pretty little hole."
"Cool! Man, that's fuckin' hot. You both going?"
"Yeah. Chad's been doing my ass all night, and I gotta get off, so I'm gonna sperm my load right into him. Chad's pretty hot for his ass, too...says it's all wet and tight, like mine."
That was all Ben needed to hear. He hung up and tossed the phone away.
"Two choices, stud," he said, looking up at Matthew's handsome, stubbly face. "I can keep going, and you can cum in my mouth. Or, we can move this party over to Jesse Metcalfe's, and you can slide right into his ass. He's having a load party, and he wants to get fucked and spermed by as many dudes as he can get!"
It took Matthew all of two seconds to mull over these choices. "You want to drive, or should I?"
Moments later, Ben and Matthew were in Matthew's truck, headed down the freeway toward Jesse's house in the valley.
"You know where we're going?" Ben asked.
"Yeah. I've been there before, but not in a little while." Matthew gestured toward the glove compartment. "I think my phone's in that thing...can you hand it over?"
Ben found the phone and handed it to Matthew, who scrolled through the preprogrammed numbers until he reached "I". A few clicks later, he had the phone up to his hear, and could hear it ringing on the other end.
Ian Somerhalder didn't hear the phone at first, over the sounds of his own wailing. His face was pressed deep into three feather pillows, one of the many that adorned his modern, enormous California king-sized bed. His ass was getting fucked repeatedly by a whole roomful of young men, and at any one time he usually couldn't be sure who was inside him. Even if he managed to raise his face and twist it around to look, the tears in his beautiful eyes would have blurred his vision to an extent that made recognition impossible. This was common. He loved being fucked so much that it often made him sob with delight. Now, as was typical for him at noon on a week-end, he was in hour three or four of a non-stop gangbang on his succulent hole, and the seven men he'd invited over showed little sign of wanting to slow down.
Ian had always been a slut, going back to his early modeling days. Men in his industry always demanded sexual favors, and he gave himself freely, honing his skills as a cocksucker and as a fabulous, insatiable bottom. His strategy was to make himself so sexually desirable that he could climb the ranks of his profession and eventually earn himself gigs in movies and on TV.
Obviously, his plan had worked. On the set of "Rules of Attraction" he gave up his ass every day to James Van der Beek and Kip Pardue. James was impressed by Ian's ass, and had enough influence to pass it around to the rest of Hollywood, most of whom eventually had access to it at one time or another. Kip was a model (like Ian) whose big footlong dick was making its way into quite a few famous holes, both female and male. When Kip encountered an opportunity with an influential Hollywood player who preferred to give rather than receive, Kip kept Ian's name handy as a reference, and Ian did the same for him.
Then came "Lost." By that time, Ian had tens of thousands of loads in him from all of the beautiful men around Hollywood, but this was his first big break. And it had come about through none other than his co-star, Matthew Fox, who himself got the role by throwing a sex party for the producers and offering up Ian's oral and anal services as the centerpiece attraction. By the end of that party, Ian had more than fifty loads of cum inside him from Tinseltown powerbrokers, and he and Matthew both had landed roles on the series.
Since that time, the sex had never slowed down, but now that he had visibility among the powerful elite, he was content to have sex more often for pleasure than purely for promoting his career. Thus, he began marketing himself directly to the other male sluts he found attractive around the town, and they often brought an entourage with them, which was perfectly fine by him. Tom Cruise and several bodybuilders showed up at least twice per month to pound their loads into Ian's hole. Likewise, Brad Pitt stopped by often with a few of his drinking buddies, including Colin Farrell, Jared Leto, and a host of non-celebrity beauties as well. The previous week-end, Ian's firm, accommodating ass had played host to half of the Lakers basketball team, in a marathon session that started Friday night and continued well into Saturday afternoon.
Today, the guest of honor was Dominic Monaghan, the mouthy Berlin-born uber-top who was gaining a reputation around Hollywood as a dominant, mega-hung punk. Indeed, he had been most eager to fuck Ian's ass that day, and his thick eleven inches (pierced with a PA)--which he shoved unceremoniously into Ian's butt as soon as they were both naked and the hole was within reach--was the stuff of submissive size queen bottoms' dreams. Ian wailed for twenty minutes while taking that initial fuck from Dom, and after it was done and Dom pulled out, Ian's ass lay gaping and leaking cum, ready for more.
Dom had brought with him a ragtag gang of surfer punks, all mid-twenties, sexy, and very well-hung. In private, it was rumored, they gangbanged Dom himself. But, more publicly, they preferred to take their show on the road, and Dom joined them as a top, leading the charge as they powerfucked willing boys up and down the California coast.
The lead skate rat, Artie, was a sex god. He had blond spiked hair, multiple piercings, three grand tattoos, a perfect tan, a hot surfer body, and a twelve-inch cock that never went down. It was Artie who was fucking Ian (while his four surfer buddies exchanged blowjobs) when the phone rang in another part of the house. All of the young men were content to let the phone ring without answering, but whoever was calling seemed persistent, calling back every time a few minutes later. Finally, Dom went to find the cordless phone, and growled into it as he made his way back to the bedroom.
"Who's this?"
"Matthew Fox. Who's this?"
"Hey, Matt. It's Dom."
"Hey. You over there with your gang?"
"Fuckin' right I am. This slut's so-o-o terrific. You should see him taking all our cocks."
"Yeah, I know. He took a load from me every day when we were back in Hawaii. Listen, though, I'm with Ben McKenzie and we're headed to a party at Jesse Metcalfe's. You met him yet?"
"No man," Dom replied. "We were supposed to meet up with him sometime next week. He's fuckin' hot."
"Yeah," Matthew agreed. "Listen, you should pick up and get over there. Ian can keep taking it there, if he wants. But he can also drop a load into Jesse. You gotta try Jesse's ass, man...I had it a few months back and there's nothing like it."
"Cool, man. I'll round up the boys and we'll meet you there. I've got the address written down in my book."
Dom hung up the phone and walked into the bedroom.
"Hey, you sluts," he shouted above Ian's whimpering moans. "You want to get out of here and go fuck the pretty gardener boy from 'Desperate Housewives'?"
The boys on the floor didn't respond right away, mouths full with their hot surfer double-69. Artie was too close to cumming, and shot his load into Ian before anyone could reply. When he came back down, he smiled over at his friend and replied. "Fuck yeah, man. Lead the way!"
They all uncoupled and started pulling their clothes back on temporarily. As two of the surfers dragged a groggy Ian out of the bed, Dom used the phone to place another call.
TO BE CONTINUED
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