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
6
Adam Brody was so turned-on watching Brandon Routh fuck Brad Pitt that he was instantly rock hard, and before long he knew that he had to fuck the host of honor, Jesse, once again. He yanked down the gray jockstrap he'd been wearing all day (he loved getting fucked in a jock) until it circled his slim thighs, then sunk his bone directly into Jesse's hole.
"That's so fuckin' hot..." Jesse moaned, peering around Adam's slight frame at the other couple, as he spread his meaty hairless thighs wide to accept his buddy's hot bone once again. "Damn, I knew Brad liked taking it sometimes from well-hung younger dudes, but he looks so fuckin' good like that, all bent over and holdin' his butt open for that big hard dick..."
Indeed, Brad was on all fours, his upper body resting on the arm of a chair for support, his feet firmly on the floor, his knees bent, his pants at his ankles, and his sweet Hollywood butt pointed directly backwards at Brandon's throbbing cock. All ten inches of Brandon's supercock were plunging in and out of Brad's sweet hole, and Brad reached around with both hands to hold his ass open for the maximum deep penetration.
"Go fast," Brad said, a little out of breath but still commanding in his understated way. "I like it rough and hard. Just fuck me. Do it. Pump me full of that beautiful dick and give me all the sperm you can."
Overhearing these commands put Adam in a swirl of uncontrolled bliss. His cock spat forth another load, and he emptied it into Jesse's hole right on top of the load he'd put there a short while earlier, plus whatever remained from the two loads Brad had put there prior to bottoming for Brandon across the room.
"Ooo-ooh, yeah..." Adam groaned. "So fuckin' good. God, Jesse..." Weak-kneed, he slowly spun himself around, pulled his jock back up with a lewd snap, and sat down between Jesse's spread legs, his trim bare butt resting on the cum-covered cushion of the ottoman. In this position, he could lean back against Jesse's solid chest and the two of them could watch as Brandon finished up in Brad Pitt's sexy ass.
"Oh, oh, oh..." Brandon's moans escalated, and a moment later his eyes crossed, rolled up, and slowly shut. The orgasm was so intense that Adam thought he could actually hear the cum shooting into Brad's ass from across the room. It was just like the kind of orgasm that Adam used to shoot all over himself when he took Brad's cock up his hole every day on the set of "Mr. and Mrs. Smith," big globs of goodness that he splashed all over his and Brad's sexy tummies, the whole while gazing fondly up into the superstar's eyes.
Brad let out a low moan as well, gratefully receiving the big load of jizz from the young stud's cock and clenching his ass cheeks to milk every last drop. Then, after only a moment's rest, Brad stood, hitched up his pants around his slim waist, gave Jesse and Adam a quick smile, and disappeared out the front door. When Brad got home, Adam knew from experience, he would strip again and pleasure himself to another intense orgasm as he fed himself Brandon's cum from his perfectly-muscled, freshly-fucked ass.
Brandon, collecting himself, waited a minute and then got to his feet in the living room. He felt a bit wobbly from having cum so hard in Brad Pitt, but he wouldn't have traded the sensation for anything in the world. Seeing Adam and Jesse smile at him, he smiled back. "Da-a-ammn..." he chuckled. What else was there to say? A few months ago, he was nobody, not even a D-list actor. Today he had buttfucked Brad Pitt.
"Congrats, man," Adam said. Jesse was silent, and reached down between his body and Adam's to work a finger into his cummy asshole. It had been ten minutes or so since Adam had finished fucking him. He was starting to crave more cock.
Outside, voices were audible. One was Brad's...he seemed to be greeting some other guys he recognized, who arrived at the house just as Brad was departing. The boys in the living room waited a moment until the conversation ended, expecting the door to open, but no one entered the house.
"Addie, go see who it is," Jesse said. "I need cock. Tell whoever it is to get in here and fuck me. Now."
Adam went to the door and opened it. There, on the front porch, was a tasty sight: Matthew Fox, his shirt pulled up and his jeans pulled down, leaning back against the porch railing, feeding his cock to his sexy co-star Ian Somerhalder, who was fully dressed and down on his knees like the submissive slut he liked to be.
"Fuck yeah..." Matthew was repeating breathlessly, in a low voice. Noticing Adam, he said: "Hey man. Sorry, we ran into each other parking out in the street and didn't quite make it all the way to the door."
Adam laughed. "Get in here, before you get arrested. Jesse's right inside the door, ready to go."
Matthew didn't really want to leave the fantastic blowjob, but he knew there was promise of even better sensations inside. He put his big hand on top of Ian's head and mussed his pretty hair playfully. "Alright, little cocksucker. Let's go in, now." He pulled back slightly, to begin backing out his nine big inches.
Reluctantly, Ian slowly spat out Matthew's cock, which was thick and throbbing. Ian stood up just as the rest of the posse arrived from his house: Dom Monaghan, along with three of his hot surfer punk friends. (The rest of the surfers, including Artie, had already arrived in a separate car and shot their loads in Jesse's ass.) Walking with Dom was Ben Mackenzie, who had arrived with Matthew earlier but who saw Dom's car arriving and playfully decided to run out and greet it, and wound up giving some head to the surfer punks right there in the car while Dom beat off and egged him on.
Matthew and Ian entered the house, but Adam stayed to greet his O.C. pal. "Ben! You made it," he said, beaming. He gave Ben a macho back slap as the crowd arrived on the porch.
"Fuckin' right we made it," Dom said. "Let's get this party goin'! I need me some o' that hot Jesse ass."
"Actually, it's well underway," Adam told them, holding the door open. "Step inside."
The boys all entered the foyer, and immediately they could see two hot sex scenes: to one side of the front door, Chad Michael Murray was on his back on the dining room table, getting plowed by a series of very hot athletic-looking young men; and, on the other side, in the living room, Jesse was propped up in his fuck-nest, taking the engorged cock of Matthew Fox. Matthew hadn't even bothered to zip up his fly after dipping his nine inches in Ian's pretty mouth on the front porch. Now, all nine inches were buried deep inside Jesse' hot male pussy, Matthew's jeans were still bunched and hugging his tree-trunk legs, and the hot dark-haired host bottom was clutching Matthew's hard ass cheeks and pulling that big cock deeper into him, crying out with pleasure at every stroke.
"Oh yeah, fuck me, fuck my pussy Matt...fuck my hole..." Jesse begged. He always thought the "Lost" star was unbelievably handsome, and it had been too long since he'd felt his gigantic bone filling up his hole.
"Oh yeah, I'm on the edge already baby..." Matthew warned, already primed from the head he'd gotten on the porch and back at home. "I'm gonna shoot my fuckin' nut right into your cunt..."
"Do it...breed me..." Jesse whined. He needed Matthew's sperm so fucking bad.
As Matthew unloaded in Jesse's hole, Ben and Ian both opened their pants and pulled out their hard-ons, ready to fuck the party host next. Seeing this, Dom said to his surfer punk friends: "Looks like it will be a while here, mates. Let's go see what other action we can partake of, shall we?"
As they left the room, they heard Jesse call after them in a breathless plea: "Don't forget the rules...your first load goes in my hole...!"
The last surfer was exiting the room just as Jesse said this. He was short and built, with a mean face. He gave Jesse a nasty, snarling smile of acknowledgement, then followed his crew into the back of the house.
On the dining table, Chad Michael Murray lay splayed erotically, his lightly hairy legs spread wide and hanging on James' shoulders, his long arms reaching down to clutch James' firm thighs and pull the rugby stud deeper into his ass. With every stroke that James' fat dick made into his hole, Chad gave out a high-pitched cry and his phenomenal brown nipples jumped a little on top of his broad, taut pectoral muscles.
"Unn-nghh... un-nnngh..." James grunted, exerting himself steadily to keep up his rhythmic pounding of Chad's cunt. Chad's hole was almost as good as Jesse's had been, and he felt his next orgasm slowly rising.
Chad couldn't believe how hot this jock was. He wanted the strapping hunk to inseminate his Hollywood blond-boy cooze, filling it up with his virile young sperm. He wanted to get bred by James, who was Tom Welling's hot soccer friend, and then by James' brother Kevin, and then their three soccer-playing buddies after that. He couldn't wait to feel all their cum shooting up into his hungry hole and then oozing back out.
"Do it. Fill my ass up with your hot fuckin' cum," Chad begged. "Blast it in me. I need it so bad..."
While Chad pleaded, James felt a large, warm hand on his right butt cheek, gently encouraging him, and without looking back he knew right away whose hand it was. His brother, Kevin, often yielded to the urge to touch James' amazing ass when he saw it flexed and dimpled in the act of pounding some willing guy or girl. And James loved his brother's touch. A few times, including today, he had felt that hand on his ass in an even more intimate context--when James' cock was down his brother's throat. But usually the two sexy brothers had not done much together sexually, besides sharing their sexual partners in these group settings.
Feeling Kevin's hand on his ass was all James could take. His vision blurred, and his thrusts into Chad's hole became more erratic as he started to lose control. His sperm rose and rose, and finally erupted into Chad's ass. Groaning loudly, he felt the intensity peak when Kevin's touch grew firmer, squeezing his butt as James unloaded into Chad.
"Man," James breathed, sighing deeply. He couldn't believe how expertly Chad's ass received his cum. The TV and movie star's sphincter seemed to suck and drink the male juice right out of his dick. "Oh, man..."
Chad was in heaven. All of James' tangy cock batter was in his hole. And there was plenty more to come. He focused on smacking his butt lips together in order to milk the last drops out of James' oozing schlong.
"Dude," said Rich, the soccer boy who was primed to fuck Chad next. "You're gettin' a little bruised, there."
Chad, out of breath, lifted his left arm and examined the area around his shoulder and bicep. Rich was right, he was red and sore. Getting his ass gang-fucked hard on the dining table probably wasn't the best idea. "Let's go somewhere else," he said, sitting up and carefully hopping down from his tabletop perch.
Hunching for a moment before they left the room together, Chad reached down to his leaking hole, giving the guys a nasty smile. He took some of James' fresh cum and brought it to his lips for a taste. Then he reached down for more, and rubbed the rugby stud's essence onto first one, then the other quarter-sized nipples on his own (Chad's) luscious chest. As he rubbed the cum lotion in, Chad groaned erotically. His nipples were very sensitive. Kevin had been craving Chad's nipples since they all first saw him, and he couldn't resist stepping over to Chad and licking and nibbling softly at the nearest cum-covered bud.
"Mmmm, that feels nice," Chad purred softly as the soccer hunk worked over his fabulous chest. Then after a minute, he and Kevin followed Rich and James down a nearby corridor to the guest room.
In the living room, Jesse was done receiving loads from Ian Somerhalder and Ben Mackenzie, so Matthew climbed on for round two. Ian was almost never a top, so he got hard and came quickly inside their whore host's ass. Ben, on the other hand, had a reputation for going all night. He was usually more oral--he loved nothing more than giving head to a hot guy for hours at a time--but all of this buttsex action at the party was putting him in the mood for some more ass. He blew his load in Jesse after fifteen minutes or so, but he remained rock-hard, so he sat on a nearby chair, lit up a joint, and let slutty Ian sit down on his fat cock, facing away from Ben and riding him hard while they both watch Matthew fuck Jesse a second time.
The room fell silent. All guys present were fairly quiet during sex. Ben said nothing. Ian whimpered lightly as he felt Ben's bone carve into him with every upstroke into his luscious, fuckable ass. Jesse barely managed to moan "Fuck me..." over and over, hoarse as he was from begging so many men to fuck him harder and fill him with juice. And Matthew, the strong silent type, was simply lost in his own thoughts...
Fucking Jesse's hole. What a fuckin' hot little treat. He'd fucked it before, a few times in fact, including the last time, when he ran into Jesse at a sex club (Matthew was a little drunk), fucked him in a sling, and then carpooled back to Jesse's house for a night-long marathon fuck session between the sheets. There was something so good about fucking a hot, masculine boy like Jesse. His ass stayed so tight, and yet it was warm and accommodating, like a good pussy. And he was such a grateful fuck. Even now, here in his own living room, having taken loads from god knows how many men in the past few hours, he just wanted more. "Fuck me," he said, over and over. Matthew loved it when guys said that. His fucking wife always made HIM do the begging. It was good to have a willing hole, for once. A pussy that loves being fucked.
They all continued like this for nearly a half-hour. Surprisingly, there were no new arrivals to fuck Jesse, and Matthew and Ben being on their second loads were in no real hurry to shoot off. Finally, Ian sensed a slight uptick in urgency from the fat cock that was vertically installed in his ass. Dutifully, he leaned forward with his hands on his thighs for leverage, and started bucking himself up and down on Ben's dick, slightly faster, then slightly faster again. Feeling it coming on, Ben lightly clutched Ian's trim waist, and remained relaxed and slack-jawed, a little bit stoned, as the juicy hole bounced up and down on his pole.
"Eee-e-ee-yaa-aarr-rrr-rgghh!" Ben's roar pierced the silence of the room, and his hot batch of goo poured into Ian's sweet little pleasure hole. Ian expertly used his sphincter control to milk the cock dry of all its good cum. This distracted Matthew, who lazily looked over at the pair--hot little Ben in the throes of orgasm, Ian accepting his big deep load. Seeing his impossibly pretty "Lost" co-star so sluttily taking that load was enough to force Matthew's nut. He grunted once, and instantly spat a big glob of boy batter into Jesse' cunt.
Moments later, all was silent once again. Jesse smiled sweetly up at Matthew, mouthing the words: Thank you. Meanwhile, Ian dismounted and turned around, dropping to his knees to suck the last vestiges of sperm off Ben's deflated member, cleaning his cock so they could both venture on to the rest of the party.
Entering the family room following his mind-blowing fuck of Brad Pitt, Brandon saw sex every place he looked: Jensen Ackles, bent over the wet bar at a 90-degree angle, pressing his sweet ass backwards onto Tyson Beckford's meaty pole; Chris Evans, legs spread and whining like a bitch as Ryan Reynolds tore into his ass with his huge, angry cock; Dom Monaghan, newly arrived, with his trousers dropped and Scott Caan's face buried between his ass cheeks, eating his hole like a man possessed; and a bunch of surfer-looking dudes, one of whom was riding Paul Walker's cock, while the others noisily sucked each other off. But the most activity was in the far back corner, where a crowd of studly men were all grouped together, facing one another in a tight huddle. Curious, Brandon approached the group.
It was, he figured out, a sort of oral gang-bang. Some slutty boy was on his knees, pleasuring all of these studs, one right after the other. He saw the undulating butt cheeks of the sexy top who was currently skull-fucking this mysterious cocksucker, and determined that the skullfucker was Wentworth Miller...but he still couldn't quite discern who was doing the sucking. Waiting in the wings, somewhat impatiently, were Heath Ledger, a few of Wentworth's "Prison Break" co-stars, and a handful of other studly non-celebs. All men pulled on their dicks and jockeyed for position, each wanting their dick in the slut's mouth next.
The cocksucker was so depraved that it seemed to Brandon like he was on some kind of drug. He sucked Wentworth's cock at a hundred miles per hour, then spat it out and urgently moved on to the next one. Brandon felt his cock take a jump. He knew there were no drugs at this party, so the boy on his knees must simply be addicted to sucking dick. As the boy slowly came into view, Brandon noticed to his surprise that it wasn't a boy really, but a very well-built man about his age, with shaggy hair and alabaster skin, and cute muscles everywhere and beautiful eyes and lips that were totally covered with fresh cum...
Oh my god. Brandon's heart skipped a beat. The cocksucker was none other than his idol, Tom Welling. The ethereally beautiful star of "Smallville," the actor he aspired to be like. The other young Clark Kent.
In spite of all the action he'd seen that day, Brandon was instantly once again rock hard. How many nights had he beat off to this image: Tom Welling, a lover of men. Tasting him. Fucking him. Now here Tom was, on his knees at a party, gorging himself on one fat cock after another, not even caring whose it was, just needing to satisfy his own lust for big dicks going in his mouth and shooting off their loads. Tom was, to all appearances, a champion cocksucker, and (like so many others at this party) a seemingly insatiable slut for men's cocks. Brandon couldn't believe his luck: first Brad Pitt, and now this.
Of course, there was a reason Tom was so popular at this moment. His sheer bravado and excellent oral skills commanded a sizable audience. He clearly could suck cock tirelessly, probably for hours on end. From the look of the studly tops that surrounded him, once they had their first feel of Tom's mouth on their dicks, they knew they wanted more. And these were the kind of tops who liked to take more, to keep on fucking Tom's face until they'd had their fill--or rather, until he was filled with their cum.
Tom looked so beautiful to Brandon, taking all of those cocks. His rosy cheeks appeared especially flush with one big dick after another disappearing into them. His lips, tender and bulging, moved expertly up and down the shaft of each member, wetting it, passing the spit from his throat and applying it with his tongue. His every action was motivated by giving pleasure, and his tops were loving the chance to powerfully fuck his pretty face. His entire face was covered with sweat and cum, evidence that he'd in fact been in this same position for quite some time (it had actually been over two hours). Cum dripped from his lashes and stuck to his hair. And still he drove on, insatiable, never wanting the parade of dicks to end. Just as Jesse in the other room craved cocks and loads in his ass hole, Tom lived for feeling his mouth pussy penetrated and filled to capacity again and again.
Brandon watched for a long while, as each stud took his turn fucking Tom's pretty mouth. One by one, they came, and Brandon stroked himself to the image of his idol swallowing their hot jism, eagerly drinking down one load after another from their pulsating cocks. As the last top (for now) unloaded in Tom's throat, Brandon moved in. Tom saw him, blinking up at him blearily through his cum-soaked features. Brandon wasn't sure at first if he recognized him, but then Tom managed a smile.
"Hey..." he said hoarsely. "I know you." His eyes seemed to twinkle just then. "You're Superman."
They gazed at each other, taking in the absurd sexual irony of the moment. "Um, yeah..." Brandon uttered finally. "And you're...Clark Kent."
Tom's smiled widened. "Yeah." He reached forward, gently grabbing Brandon's throbbing cock, and pulled the studly boy closer to him. "Hey Superman, get over here. I wanna suck your dick."
Brandon stood as close as possible, and looked straight down his muscular chest at the image of Tom Welling, the milky-muscled boy wonder of his wet dreams, hungrily take all of his fat cock into his mouth in one delicious inhale. Trembling at first, but increasingly steady and confident, Brandon placed his hands on Tom's shoulders and started moving his massive kryptonite cock steadily in and out, in and out.
"Aw fuck, I'm horny!" came Dom's yell, as he made his way back to the living room. He continued, to no one in particular: "What an awesome fuckin' party. So many horny little sex gods. And me, I'm gonna play by the rules. Where's the host? I'm ready to help me-self to some of that fine, fine little gardener tail!"
His timing was just right. A couple of Dom's surfer friends who'd arrived with him had just finished up shooting their loads into Jesse's hole. Dom entered the room just as the last one was stepping aside.
"Eh, there you are," Dom said, smiling seductively. "All full up with cum, are ye? Filled to the brim?"
"See for yourself," Jesse said, reaching down to his honey hole and producing sticky fingers, which he then licked clean. Without Adam to perform clean-up duty, his well-fucked hole had more than enough lube.
Dom's dick bounced in front of him as he stepped across the room. "I'm gonna really fuck you, now," he promised with a sexy growl. "Fuckin' hard. You're gonna get inseminated by me, ya sexy little fuck."
"Do it," Jesse sighed. He loved dirty talk from aggressive men. "Fuck me good and hard. I need it."
In went Dom's cock, and they were off and running. Dom fucked like a wildcat. Jesse lost his breath almost immediately. Not only did Dom's cock enter him brutally, but Dom seemed to enjoy extending the whole experience by pushing and slapping Jesse about. He stretched the bottom whore's legs uncomfortably wide, then slapped hard against his thighs, midsection, and butt cheeks (where they were lifted off the chair). All of this, plus a lot of whooping and macho trash talk, put Jesse into a parallel universe of total bliss. He loved being manhandled and fucked hard by mouthy little tops like Dom.
"Oh ya Jesse, you're fuckin' lovin this shit, aren't ye," Dom chortled. "So much fuckin' goo in yer hole, and you jes' can't wait for more of it, can ye. Take it now, ya little bitch. Ya fuckin' sexy wee whore. More and more cock, that's what you live for. More and more cum in your sweet, pretty little hole. You love it, right? I know ya do. I betcha can't wait for me to shoot it in ya, so you can go on and get some more."
Dom was working the brogue a bit thick, but it had its intended effect. Hearing his dirty egging and taking his wild fuck felt to Jesse like he was being slam-fucked by the craziest, hottest, sexiest leprechaun who ever lived. By the time it all reached a crescendo, and he was sure Dom's raging cock was going to shoot any minute, Jesse had already decided this was the best fuck of the day so far. And then, the orgasm still held off for another several minutes, with Dom hooting and hollering so loud for so long that Jesse was sure the neighbors would send around the police. Finally, Dom screamed right in Jesse's face and pissed a fierce, forceful stream of sizzling Scottish babies straight into his deep, gaping, oozing pussy hole.
Dom leaned all the way forward, his sweaty, steak-red face an inch away from Jesse's, and kept his prick inside the slutty bottom as the last vestiges of sperm drained out of his cock into the boy's ravaged hole. Jesse was almost frightened by the stud's release, yet totally turned on at the same time. During Dom's orgasm, he'd felt a range of experiences in his body all at once, and when Dom finally backed away and pulled out, Jesse realized he had also shot his wad, onto his own belly, as Dom had been cumming in him.
My god, Jesse said to himself. That was some fuck. Out loud, he repeated: "That was some fuckin' fuck."
Dom slapped his spent cock one last time against Jesse's thigh, which was covered with cum from all the loads his fuck had plunged out of that ass. "Fuckin' right it was," he muttered, and walked out of the room.
TO BE CONTINUED
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