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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Elijah Wood, Topher Grace, and Jake Gyllenhaal all sat in lounge chairs, nearly nude, in the noontime sunshine surrounding Elijah's outdoor pool. Each boy had his Speedos at his ankles and a smile on his face, eyes shut and head tipped back. Crouched on the aggregate patio was their newest friend, Brandon Routh--who had been plucked from obscurity to play Superman in the forthcoming feature film--who eagerly went from stud to stud, expertly sucking their cocks.
Of the three boys seated, Topher was the most animated. His boyfriend, a swarthy non-Hollywood stockbroker in his mid-thirties, had been traveling for work the past week, and as busy as his career was getting all of a sudden, Topher had lacked the time to search elsewhere for release. He had five days' worth of cum stored up in his loins, and it made him antsy to blow. His legs, slender but well-developed, crossed and uncrossed as he waited his turn for succulent head from Brandon's eager, submissive mouth.
Elijah was more laid back. Ever since the early days of Lord of the Rings, Elijah was getting blowjobs around the clock, from a steady stream of fans, male supermodels, high-rent hustlers, and Hollywood stars, all of whom were known to show up at his house day or night and offer their services to him. When it was the right time for fucking, he would usually lead one or more of them up to his master bedroom, with its views of the whole city, and get them face-down on his bed for him to drive his throbbing eight inches deep inside. However, when he simply was getting head along with his buddies, on a sunny day like today, his favorite locale was poolside, where they could take in the California rays while feeling the warm suction on their celebrity dicks. That, together with the sight of his sexy friends getting their balls drained right before his eyes--such as his newest friend, the furry and ever-horny Jake--was a very pleasant combination.
The phone sat on the table next to Elijah, and when it rang, Brandon's mouth was on Jake's slim, nine-inch cock, a few feet away, and Jake was fixing to blow his load. So, he decided to answer the call. "Hello?"
"Dom here. Get your ass off whatever cock is in it, and meet us over at Jesse Metcalfe's. Turns out he's a total cum-starved slut. He's taking loads all day and wants us all to show up and take a turn on his hole."
"Hey Dom!" Elijah chuckled. "Uh...well, that sounds hot, actually. I've got some friends over right now, and we're all just getting some head. It's Topher and Jake, you know them. Is it OK to bring them along?"
"More the merrier, lad," Dom said, and they both laughed. ("More the merrier" had been a code phrase for them on the set of Lord of the Rings, whenever Dom--whose character's name was Merry--wanted to fuck Elijah's sweet young ass.) "And just who's providing the head for you lads?"
"Superman," Elijah replied cryptically, and then laughed.
"Ah," Dom said. "Well, that all sounds splendid, but Jesse's ass is going to feel even better. See you there!"
Elijah hung up the phone. "Good news, boys. Get your suits back on and meet me in the driveway. We're gonna go sink these boners into some sweet, prime new prime-time tail."
* * *
From Elijah's car, Topher used his cell phone to call Ashton Kutcher, who had been his semi-regular suckbuddy (and sometimes fuckbuddy) ever since their early days on "That Seventies Show."
"Ashton, what up--it's Topher, man. You want some sex?"
"Gettin' some already, my man..." Ashton went silent for a moment, then emitted a familiar moan, making Topher smile with recognition.
"Hot, man. That sounds like your blowjob moan, not a dick-in-your-ass moan. Who's workin' your knob?"
"You won't believe me, man. Johnny fuckin' Knoxville."
"Yeah? I thought you two were old enemies, the whole Jackass/Punk'd thing," Topher mused. "And, I didn't know he sucked dick...thought he was trade only. Hm, this is good information."
"Get him stoned, man, he'll do anything. He even let Seann here fuck his ass a few times on the 'Dukes of Hazzard' set."
"Fuckin' hot. How's his bone?"
"Bigger'n mine!" Ashton laughed. "So that's saying something. Seann's here too, we're just doin' what comes natural...you should stop by." As he said this, Johnny made his way from Ashton's cock to Seann's.
"Thanks man, I would...but here's the deal, I'm actually headed over to Jesse Metcalfe's right now. He wants to take on stud after stud, all day. Feel like shooting your loads into the gardener?"
"Fuck yeah! Hey dudes..." Ashton cupped the phone momentarily while conferring with his buddy Seann. Momentarily, he returned to the phone. "Holy shit, dude. Yeah, we're totally on for it. What's the address?"
Topher read him the address from the notepad where Elijah had jotted it down. "It's down in the valley. We're on our way now."
"Fuckin' A. Cool. This is gonna be so much better than plowing Seann's stretched-out old cooze..."
There was an audible tussle over the phone line, followed by Ashton's giggle, and just before they hung up, Topher heard Ashton coo: "Aww baby, c'mon you know I'm just kidding...here babe, gimme a kiss..."
* * *
"Jesse Metcalfe? Slutty? No shit! Fuck dude, he's fuckin' hot!" Seann William Scott was incredulous.
"Who is he, again?" Johnny asked, always the clueless one. He was on his knees between Seann's legs, wearing a stoned expression and a sexy smile. A string of spit swung between his lips and Seann's fat cock.
"Fuck dude, wake the fuck up," Ashton said. "He's the fuckin' hottest dude on TV. He's the gardener stud from 'Desperate Housewives'. He's got this big smooth pretty chest, and a hot round fuckin' ass that won't fuckin quit."
"Never watched that show," Johnny said, and resumed sucking. Even though he was relatively new to cocksucking, he knew that Seann's cock was one of his favorites: thick, uncut, sticks straight out. Delicious.
"Freak." Ashton looked over at Seann. "We should call Nick."
"Fuck yeah," Seann responded. "He'd love this party. Is he with Jessica today?"
"I doubt it. Week-ends they mostly go dick-hunting on their own. But I don't have Nick's number. Do you?"
"Nah. I usually just fuck him when I run into him at a party or a sex club."
"Hey shithead," Ashton said, giving Johnny a playful nudge in the ribs with his athletic sock-covered foot. "Get your cute face off Seann's big ol' cock for a second. You got Jessica's number? We're calling Nick."
"Huh?"
"Jessica. Daisy. That girl you were been banging non-stop on the 'Dukes' set. Get her number for me, we're gonna tell her husband to join us at this party and help us all fuck Jesse-boy's sweet hot little ass."
* * *
Nick was indeed not with Jessica, but he was grateful as ever to have such an understanding wife who passed his private cell phone number out to so many other hot studs. When it rang, he was face-down on a hotel bed in Culver City, where he and Justin Timberlake had rented a room for a few hours, as they did whenever they needed a quick, discreet hookup. The hotel was part of non-descript discount chain, but the owner was especially discreet about the stars who showed up there. He even sectioned off a private section of the parking lot near the service entrance to allow short-term celebrity guests to enter and exit covertly.
Such was the action in room 105. Laying his powerful chest against the pillows, Nick grunted and reached back with both hands, holding his hungry ass open for Justin to ram with his giant footlong juicy prick.
"Oh do it, Justin...fuckin' slam me...all the way out, all the way in...I'm your cum hole, man...oh man, oh god...uh-nn-nnh...oh fuck, I fuckin' love getting filled with your huge fuckin' cock...mmm-nn-nh..."
Justin needed no further elaboration. He knew Nick loved his cock. Nick, Drew, Usher...they all did. And they especially loved the tireless way that Justin could pound it non-stop into a hot slutty man's ass for hours on end. Justin himself loved taking dick up his ass--the early years of his career had been a non-stop gangbang of his ass by his (mostly older, mostly black) R&B peers and elders. But once word got around that he had a gigantic dripping 12" boner and the stamina to use it on many boys' asses in a single day, he was suddenly in demand as one of the hottest and horniest powertops in the music business.
The phone rang five times before Nick could finally muster the strength and wherewithal to answer it. From his subservient position, he hooked his strong arm around, slapping the nightstand wildly several times before his hand finally found the receiver of the phone. He knocked the receiver free, then after several attempts to grip the phone while getting incessantly plowed by Justin's cock, he finally brought it to his mouth and spoke.
"Yeah?" he panted, completely out of breath. It was all he could do to mutter just that one syllable.
"Dude! It's Ashton," came the chipper voice at the other end. "Who's fuckin' ya?"
It took several gasps before Nick was able to register a reply. "Justin..."
"Hot, man. Oh fuck, I haven't swung on that big dick in a while. Enjoy it, man!" Ashton indeed had many pleasant memories of spreading his cheeks for Justin's pole. "But here's the deal...ya know Jesse Metcalfe?"
Justin looked down at his muscle bottom, Nick, who was panting in heaving breaths while listening to the speaker at the other end of the phone line continue. Justin saw that Nick's eyes were glazed over from the sheer exhaustion and desire of their fucking, but after thirty seconds or so of listening over the phone, Nick's eyes brightened slightly, and his sexy mouth curved upward ever so slightly into a cute grin. At this point, Nick shut his eyes again and let go of the receiver, allowing it to spring back toward the phone, falling off the bed and onto the carpeted motel room floor. Nick relaxed once again into the pillows, turning his head to one side, the broad smile still on his handsome face.
"Who was it?" Justin asked, poking deep into Nick's hot chute at a rate of 2-3 strokes per second.
"Ashton..." Nick said, dreamily. "Wants us...to go...to a party..."
Justin felt his loins begin to warm up, a precursor to the violent orgasm he always enjoyed when his big rod was up inside Nick's moist hole. "Oh yeah? Well, I'm cumming in you in a sec, and I know I'm up for more after that. What kind of party is it?" The cum continued to swell in his balls, reaching the point of no return.
Nick still couldn't form sentences. "Fuck...Jesse..." He then felt Justin's hot cum start to flow inside him, and he responded by wailing mercilessly for over two minutes, relishing the flood of hot boy-band sperm rushing way up into his insides. There was no better feeling on earth that getting hosed down from the inside by a hot stud like Justin, with his tight little body and his king-sized billy club of a cock.
After humping the final few sprays of cum into Nick's butt hole, Justin--who was a little winded himself by this time--asked: "Jesse who?"
Nick sighed happily. During Justin's orgasm, he had pumped his own cock a few times and unloaded his own jism all over the cheap quilted bedspread. Now, his muscular body was awash in jizz, coated with Justin's love lotion and his own, both inside and out.
"Uh, Metcalfe, I think his name is. Desperate Housewives gardener stud. You know, with the hot chest."
"Oh yeah, nice. Never fucked that hole before, but I hear it's sweet." Justin pulled out his dick in a long, wet stroke, punctuated by a satisfying pop. It was coated with cum and a bit of Nick's ass juice, but otherwise, it was clean. So, he moved around to Nick's face and slapped the married hunk's tender cheek with it a few times, a clear signal for the bottom muscle-boy to suck it. Of course, Nick instantly obeyed.
"Lick it all off, man. And then let's go to this party."
Nick drove them to the party, after first laying out a towel he'd grabbed from the motel on the driver's seat, so that Justin's big load, which was already seeping out of his well-fucked asshole and through his cargo shorts, wouldn't stain the upholstery of his car. Meanwhile, in the passenger seat, Justin was making a call.
"Right. OK, I'll call you back after we get there, and let you know the address." He clapped the phone shut.
Nick had in fact been to Jesse's house to fuck him before, so he knew his way. It was only a short drive from the flophouse motel where he and Justin had met to fuck.
"Who was that?" Nick asked.
"Jared Leto. You know him?"
"Yeah, of course. He was Colin's buttboy in `Alexander'. Hot guy. He's going to join us?"
"Yeah. He's a fuckin' great lay. He and I used to do 3-ways with Cameron, back in those days."
Nick paused to make the connection. Oh yeah, Justin once dated Cameron Diaz, who then dated Leto right after that. "Fuckin' hot, man. I didn't know Cameron partied like that. And you guys did each other?"
"All the time. She loved getting her snatch licked by Jared while I railed his tight, studly little musclecunt."
"Cool."
"You and Jess ever do that scene?" Justin asked.
"Sometimes," Nick says. "It's usually with Drew, but sometimes other guys."
"Drew? Your fuckin' brother?" Justin was incredulous. "I mean, I've fucked him, but I didn't know you..."
"Shit yeah, man!" Nick flashed a dirty smile. "My lil' bro has such a great dick. I've been sucking it and taking it up my ass for, like, over ten years." Nick's cock stirred, recalling the times Drew had worked over his hole. "And Jess totally digs watching brother sex. It's the main reason she and I originally hooked up."
"Holy shit." Justin's cock had never totally lost its hardness after exploding up Nick's butt at the motel, and now the image of Nick getting his ass reamed by his sexy younger brother had it bursting out of his pants again. He tossed the cell phone into Nick's lap. "I gotta see this. Call Drew and have him meet us there."
At the precise moment that Justin called his cell phone, Jared Leto had his tongue wedged as far as it could go up in the succulent, incomparable ass of the one and only Brad Pitt. Not just that, but behind him, Colin Farrell was clutching Jared's hips and ramming his thick Irish bone in and out of the stud's pretty little ass.
"Get that," Colin growled to his bottom as soon as the cell phone rang.
The conversation that ensued was much like the one between Nick and Ashton, where Jared could barely speak for all the action his hot, lovely slim ass was getting. Naturally, he thrilled to the idea of a sex party on Jesse Metcalfe's beautiful hole, and when he hung up, he breathlessly told the others about it.
Colin was all for the idea. "Fuckin' yeah!" he enthused, and to emphasize his point, he came in Jared's butt.
"Thank you, sir," Jared muttered softly. Colin had taught him to say this automatically each time he received one of his huge, sticky Irish loads, either in his pretty mouth or up his hungry, slutty little ass.
"You're welcome, cunt," Colin said, flashing his cocky grin. "And now, I say let's all drive down to the valley and have a shot at this gardener lad's arse hole. What d'ya say mates? Mr. Brad, are you in?"
Brad Pitt relaxed against the headboard of the giant bed he had once shared with Jennifer, his wife. He was totally relaxed, having emptied a load into Jared's butt about twenty minutes earlier, and was lazily stroking his hard cock and holding his sexy legs aloft while their butt boy rimmed out his sexy, tangy, macho hole.
He checked his watch. "Yeah, I guess so. We've gotta take separate cars, though, and I won't be able to stay for long. There's press on my ass these days everywhere I go." He began pulling a little harder on his cock.
Knowing they were about to wrap up, Jared dutifully increased the intensity of his rimming, spurring Brad to jerk off faster and harder, moaning and holding his strong, tan legs up in a V-form, pointed at the high ceiling of the master bedroom. Within moments, his moans grew loud and his handsome face squinted with pleasure. With Jared's tongue lapping happily in his rear end, Brad unleashed a big second load of movie star cock syrup onto his belly. Jared moved his face up to catch the last few shots of cum, which formed globs and streaks across his sexy face.
Colin then leaned forward, his cock deflated but still lodged up Jared's ass, and gently kissed the boy and licked Brad's cum from his face. They'd been lovers since the early days of shooting `Alexander.'
"Beautiful," Colin murmured, smiling at both Jared and Brad. Brad smiled back weakly, his broad, sleek, slightly hairy chest muscles moving slowly up and down as he caught his breath.
For his part, Jared felt his cock was raging hard, aching for release. He'd been fucked hard by both studly men, without taking any time to cum himself. With their thick, creamy loads percolating in his hole, the desire was strong to take matters into his own hands before getting dressed. But now that he knew they were going to a party, he figured he would wait. Jesse Metcalfe was one hot motherfucker. The load that was swelling in Jared's cock now would soon get deposited into the horny gardener's beautiful behind.
Drew Lachey was on his back on a bench in the L.A. Laker's private locker room, taking his nineteenth assload of the day from a handsome black player whose name he didn't even know. All around them, other players were waiting their turn or else cleaning up, having already shot their wad (or multiple wads) into the ex-boy band whore.
Drew's cell phone rang, but he ignored it. He wanted to focus on receiving the sexy player's cum. The hot juice sprayed deep inside him, and just like the dozen and a half loads before it, it forced cum to back up out of Drew's asshole and land on the tile locker room floor with an audible splat. The player kept his big ebony rod inside Drew for a moment afterward, and they both savored the afterglow of a good fucking.
About the time Drew's ass was vacated, the phone beeped, indicating a message. This time, he looked to see who had called him. The caller ID flashed a familiar name from his address book: "JUSTIN T." Intrigued, he told the players who were waiting to fuck him that he needed to take a quick break.
He hopped off the bench and walked around the row of lockers, stretching his legs (the insides of which were streaked with tandem rivers of fresh, leaking cum) and to check the message on his phone. When he heard what Justin had to say, his eyes widened, and his dick was instantly erect, despite having cum three times in he past few hours (while receiving loads number 3, 10, and 12, respectively).
When the message was over, he headed back to the bench area where the players were waiting, and immediately started gathering his clothes. "Ok guys, that's it for me today. I've got somewhere I gotta be."
A few of the guys muttered in dissent, but otherwise the crowd dispersed. Beefy Luke Walton approached Drew as the bottom boy was getting dressed. Luke was totally naked, and he had in his hand the monstrously thick white bone that he'd used to pump two loads into Drew that morning. "So, we're all on for next week again, though, right? The team'll be back in town starting Friday."
"Same time, same place, guys," Drew assured all who were within earshot. "You know I love getting fucked by all your huge boners. I'll be right here. My ass will be lubed and ready to take on all your loads!"
With that, Drew pulled on his tight T-shirt, grabbed his duffle bag filled with sex toys and lube, and hastily made his way to the player's exit where he'd parked his car. If he moved fast, he could make it from the stadium to Jesse's house in the valley in about a half-hour. He couldn't wait to get there and plow that hole.
TO BE CONTINUED
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