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
7
Between holding his knees to his sexy chest and tipping his head sideways, struggling to fit the rugby player's gigantic cock in his mouth, Chad Michael Murray was in a position that most would find awkward and uncomfortable. For Chad, however, it was all perfectly familiar, and he wouldn't have it any other way. Yet another cock had just shot its wad in his sperm hole, its juice joining the fountain of fresh, leaking jism that poured forth from him and spread across the topsheet of Jesse's guest room bed. His strong neck muscles allowed him to continue deep-throating Rich's thick eight inches, while hoisting both legs with one arm and deftly reaching down with the other to finger his boy cunt and guide the next cock inside.
"Mmm-mm-phghh..." Chad sighed around Rich's cock. His hole felt gooey and cavernous. He flexed his sphincter a few times, pursing the lips of his opening into a momentary, fleshy O. As he did so, a few extra waves of fresh man batter lapped over the side, trickling down to join the pool of odorific wetness that was forming on the bedclothes underneath him and sticking to his lower back. Although he had been used repeatedly and mercilessly, he wasn't sore, and he wasn't bleeding. He was ready for much, much more.
Glancing about, Chad realized he had no idea who had just cum in him, and his legs blocked the view of whoever was in line to fuck him next. Not that it mattered. After this much steady gang-banging, he pretty much operated by instinct and scent. He shut his eyes and reached down, grabbing the next nearby hard-on and pulling it into his ass. "Oo-ooh-hhmmm-mmgh..." he moaned appreciatively. This one had a big head.
Deep into him the cock traveled. It felt long and luscious. When you're a sex-crazed bottom, there are three sensations that you live for. One is feeling warm cum shooting into your hole. You crave it, day and night. Another is that feeling of a fresh cock going in for the very first time, pressing its way into your insides, plumbing your depths, feeling its way around this new territory. And the third sensation, of course, is feeling a hard dick pounding relentlessly in and out of your ass.
This cock now pumping him (he soon enough peeked around and learned that it belonged to Andy Roddick) plunged its way to his very core, rubbing the cum-slick walls of his clean, moist canal, massaging his prostate, poking into the central essence of his being. Then it pulled all the way out of him, and for a split second he felt weightless, hungry, exposed, a baby chick with its young mouth open, craving nourishment from its momma's beak. Soon enough, however, Andy lined up the bulbous head lined up with Chad's gaping cunt lips, and once more stuffed himself fully inside. Chad's ass hugged Andy's big cock gratefully, his whole passage tightening around the tennis star's fleshy pole, as Andy commenced pistoning in and out of Chad's ass in wondrous, energetic, flourishing strokes.
Watching the hot tennis pro flex his cute muscles as he sank his raw dick into Chad's sexy pussy was too much for Rich to bear. "I'm fixin' to cum..." he muttered suddenly, and Chad instantly spat him out.
"No," Chad protested, begging. "Please...I want your load in my ass." He looked around, bleary-eyed from sex, at the small crowd that had formed in the room: a few more celebrities, but also some goodlooking newcomers who were friend of Jesse's, or friends of friends. "Dudes, I want ALL your loads in my ass."
"Alright, then you gotta please move aside, Mr. Roddick," Rich said urgently. "Lemme blow this load in there, and then you two can pick back up where you were."
Andy pulled out and stepped aside. Rich's cock made it half-way into Chad's hole before exploding. Chad smiled brightly. It felt like fireworks going off inside him. Cum went everywhere inside his ass. He used his ass muscles to grip Rich's erupting geyser and draw out every last precious drop of his sperm. Then Rich, catching his breath, looked down at Chad gratefully, gave him a polite salute, and pulled out, leaving his tangy goodness to drip across the gaping mouth of Chad's sphincter. After wagging his semi-deflated cock to get all of the sperm off, Rich stepped backward into the crowd, allowing Andy back in to continue his deep, hard plundering of Chad's insatiable young twat. As he did so, Chad thrusted upward, meeting Andy blow for blow, crying out in a sharp yelp with every stroke, his breathing uneven, his muscular ass seizing Andy's supercock at maximum depth, his eyes crossed with lust, his mind dizzy with hot desire.
In the front room of the house, Jesse had changed positions. Normally he could stay getting fucked on his back for several hours, but that was usually at a sex club, where reclining in a big leather sling provided comfortable support. (He also owned a sling, stored out in the garage, but he was too far-gone to set it up now. Some of his guests knew where it was, and would undoubtedly make use of it if inspiration struck.)
Here at the party, his makeshift fuck nest--a large chair and ottoman pulled together and covered with a king-sized satin sheet--was working out OK but his back got sore more quickly. So for now he'd rolled onto his knees on the ottoman, pressing his ass backward just as he'd done for Tom Welling, his first fuck that day. This position had the added benefit of putting his face in licking range of the cum puddle that his ass had dribbled onto the bedsheet, and as the top behind him (a mega-hung black teen-ager from the neighborhood; the party was really expanding now) railed in and out of his hole, Jesse could bliss out while lapping at the pool of spent man essence that had partially soaked into the satin fabric.
From time to time, guys would walk over and feed their cocks to Jesse, either tops waiting in line or other party guests just passing through. At one point, a nude Jake Gyllenhaal bounded in, announcing: "Holy shit, I just fucked Chris Evans! It was so sweet, Jesse...you've gotta eat some of his ass juice and my cum off this pole." And with that, he'd slapped his still-hard dick against the left cheek of Jesse's pretty face. Intrigued, Jesse obediently used his pussy mouth to clean Jake's cock, savoring the two superstar's combined essence.
After a moment, he spat it out again. "You're an asshole, you know," Jesse said, pulling on Jake's rod. "You were supposed to give my ass the first load. Those are the rules of the house."
Jake looked surprised for a moment, then howled with laughter. "I did give you my load! You big slut, you don't even remember. I walked in the door just when that Brandon Routh kid was done pounding your hole, and then he pulled out and you started to suck all that cum off his cock, so I just stepped up and pushed right into you." Jake pulled on his cock as he recounted the tale. "Fuck, he shot so much cum in you, it felt like a pussy. So, I came almost right away. You were so into your cocksucking, you didn't even notice."
Jesse bit his lip and shined a tiny, coy smile. "Oh, well...yeah. You're right. Sorry. I'm sure it felt great."
"You seemed to enjoy it," Jake assured him with a playful wink.
At another point, Elijah Wood--a surprisingly forceful and mouthy little top--went ballistic on Jesse's ass, spraying not one cumload but two into his hole, in rapid succession...under one minute. "Yeah fucker," Elijah was yelling. "Take that hot nasty load in your ass. You fuckin' whore. Take all that goddamn sperm."
And take it Jesse did, meeting the cute, elfin powertop blow for blow. "Yeah, pump that big load into my hole...breed me Frodo, make me take it you stud...yeah, I fuckin' love your hot juicy sperm...fuck me..."
When Elijah was done pumping both of his loads into Jesse's guts, he immediately pulled out his cock, which was funky with sperm and slime, and practically leapt on top of Jesse's prostrate frame, stuffing his aching, spent eight inches into the gorgeous bottom-boy's perfect little mouth.
"Eat it," Elijah commanded. "Suck this big dick, I just pulled it outa your sweet ass..."
Jesse obeyed, loving every second. Behind Elijah, out of view, another dick went into Jesse's sweet ass.
Around 4:30pm, when Jesse was relaxing on all fours during a break in the action, Adam showed up to once again perform his felching duties on Jesse's hole.
"Dude, where've you been? I'm totally soaked, here," Jesse pouted.
"Mmm-mm." Adam licked his lips. "You're not complaining, though. I know you. You've been reaching down there in between fucks, scooping out some of that yummy cock syrup all for yourself."
Jesse beamed shyly, his dark eyes flickering, betraying his arousal. "Well, yeah."
Adam knelt behind Jesse's bent-over hole. The stud bottom's beautiful round ass cheeks were literally plastered with spent loads. Taking his time, Adam licked playfully all around the lightly hairy globes, as if they were a big double-scoop ice cream treat. "Yum-m-mm..." he purred. "Who've we got here, anyway?"
Jesse chuckled. "Like I really know. I've been on my knees for like an hour, with a dick in my mouth at the same time I'm getting fucked. So, I don't even know any more about all the cocks that cum in me and go."
"Slut." Adam gave his friend a playful spanking, then continued licking all around.
"Colin Farrell was here, I know that. I recognized his voice. Man, he throws a mean fuck."
"Oh yeah," Adam said. "I saw him in the other room with Chad. Christ, he's sexy. I need to try that hot uncut Irish wiener in by hole sometime. I know Justin Timberlake gets fucked with it all the time."
"Yeah, dude, I definitely recommend it. Oh--" Jesse suddenly felt Adam's tongue move from his cheeks to his rosebud. He held his breath for a few seconds, the exquisite soft wetness taking him by surprise, and then let out a long, relaxed whimper, dropping his head in this folded arms and accepting the warm glow of Adam's face pressing hard into his well-fucked rectum. "Jesus, Addie, that feels so-o-oo good," he sighed.
Overall, Jesse scarcely knew how many loads he'd taken, but it was more than forty, maybe even more than fifty. This was the most times he'd been fucked since his 21st birthday, when Galen Gering and Travis Schuldt, his hot co-stars from the soap opera "Passions" where Jesse got his start, had treated him to a tag-team fuck that turned into a gang-bang when they invited some friends over, and ended up lasting most of the night. Jesse had learned to take their cocks only a few months earlier, and the two handsome young men decided that Jesse's pussy was now fine enough and seasoned enough to share with the rest of the world. Every hot soap actor and extra under the age of 30 that Jesse had ever seen fucked his ass that night, and in the weeks that followed most of them returned for more and more and more. The night of the birthday party, Travis had kept a tally of all the loads shot in Jesse's hole, and by morning the final count was 91. Jesse wondered if maybe this party would surpass that number before it was over. He'd been gangbanged a great many times in his slutty gay life, but this party promised to give him more loads than ever before.
Out in the family room, Brandon Routh had just finished shooting a nice goopy load of cum into and onto the hauntingly beautiful face of his idol, Tom Welling. Tom was a crazed cock-whore, perched on his knees and sucking every cock that came into range. Waiting for Brandon to finish was his "Superman Returns" costar, James Marsden, who had just arrived and was now stuffing his own dick straight down Tom's eager throat. James was an oral top extraordinaire, as Brandon knew well from their long days and nights together on the movie set. And James's dick was a great one to suck: It looked beautiful, sticking out through the crotch of his tight jeans, and even now, at partial hardness, it stretched part-way down his denim-covered thigh. Brandon recalled how tasty James' cum was, and breathlessly licked his lips.
"Yeah, man," James sighed, relaxing as he started expertly gyrating his hips to skull-fuck their hot submissive friend. "He sucks dick like a demon, don't he?" James flashed Brandon his trademark beautiful grin, and wrapped one arm around him, partly out of camaraderie, and partly for support.
"Yeah, he's a fuckin' great cocksucker," Brandon agreed. "I didn't even know he did this shit until today."
James looked surprised. "You're kidding, right? Tommy boy's got some of the most famous lips in this town. He totally sucked his way all the way up the power chain. It's legendary. After a few months in the business, he finally lost his gag reflex, and right after that, he was playing the young Clark Kent."
Brandon smiled and looked down at Tom, who seemed oblivious to the fact that they were referring to him as a common whore. "Well, yeah. That's not too far off from the story of how I got that role, as well..."
James continued punching his dick between Tom's soft, bee-stung lips. "Yeah, so I heard. And you've got the talent to show for it. A few more years of steady blowjobs and you'll be just as good as Tommy here." To emphasize his point, he gave an extra deep thrust into Tom's mouth, causing his cute butt to dimple in the back of his jeans. Tom took this as a sign to bring his dominant friend over the edge of pleasure, and quickly redoubled the efforts of his mouth and tongue on James's fat meat. James drew his breath in sharply at the change of pace, and gripped Tom behind both ears as the blowjob reached its natural conclusion. "Ohh-hh...swee-ee-eet..." James moaned as he came hard into Tom's mouth and down his throat.
From down the hall came a wild, high-pitched roar. Someone else was obviously cumming, and they were having a good time doing it. It turned out to be Andy Roddick dropping his jock star cum load in Chad's pretty hole back in the guest room, and a minute later, the blond tennis stud appeared at the doorway to the family room, surveying the various sex scenes with a big smile on his face, panting to catch his breath.
"Hot stuff, that Chad Michael Murray," Andy commented to Tyson Beckford, who happened to be nearby, still working away at fucking a very grateful Jensen Ackles' hot bent-over ass on the wet bar.
"Oh hell yes," Tyson said. "I fuck that hot boy every chance I get. He can't fuckin' get enough of it."
Next to them, one of the surfer boys--a tall, tan blond with multiple tattoos--was pulling on his fat ten inches with a PA, waiting for a shot to fuck Tom Welling's mouth-pussy for a second time. "What gives, Roddick?" he asked. "I've seen you at the sex clubs. Thought you were a bottom boy, all the way."
Andy shrugged. "I like to try different things," he said. Peering down at the surfer's rock hard dick, and then brazenly taking it in his grip, he continued sexily: "If you're saying you need a nice, tight hole to stuff this big thing into, I'm totally game. I could take a big fat dick like that up my ass right about now..."
"Totally," the surfer agreed, in awe at the thought. Andy dropped to his knees dutifully for a few nice long sucks, taking in the surfer boy's aroma and ingesting all the heady precum that covered his huge tool. Then Andy found a spot on the carpet to get on his back, and hoisted his legs up high.
"Fuck me hard," Andy instructed. "I need some hot man juice inside me. Do it now, man..."
The surfer instantly complied, dropping down and grabbing the tennis stud's strong, sexy legs, hanging them on his own broad shoulders, and then pointing his cock at the hole and pushing the head inside.
Andy yelped. The cock head was uncommonly thick, even moreso with the PA, and the shaft was wide. His eyes told the top that he needed a moment to adjust. The truth was, Andy already had a few loads of cum in his ass that Andre Agassi had put there an hour or so before, but his hole stayed so fresh and tight that there was always a mild shock at any new intrusion. After several jagged breaths, he felt his butt ring gradually relax to accommodate the giant shaft. He exhaled deeply, then looked up at the surfer boy and nodded. "OK, I'm ready."
Down, down, down the surfer pressed his massive tool into Andy's interior. In an instant, the sensation had gone from pain to pleasure. "Oo-oo-oohhh, man...it feels so good..." Andy cooed, using his legs against the surfer's strong back to pull him deeper and beg for more. "Oh, you got a great cock, man. Fuck me hard!"
"Yeah man..." the surfer said over and over, in a stoned state of sexual bliss as he rhythmically slid his ten inches in and out of Andy's cum channel, fucking the slutty bottom-versatile athlete good and deep.
Across the room, Brandon Routh had once again taken over fucking Tom's pretty mouth, and was already back in the throes of orgasm, spurred along by making out passionately with James Marsden as his cock repeatedly pierced Tom's gulping gullet. As Brandon went over the edge, James spanked his own spent dick against Tom's bulging cheeks, enjoying one Superman's tongue in his mouth while the other Superman's tongue working magic on his make-out partner's shapely bone. For this load, Tom decided he wanted a facial, so he availed himself of Brandon's distraction and spat out his big cock, jerking it with both hands and chanting, "Yeah... yeah... oooh, yeah..." as Brandon's' goo erupted and steadily painted Tom's delicate facial features.
At the wet bar, Tyson heard Brandon cumming and caught a glimpse of Tom the oral pussy-boy taking that load across his cute face. This was enough to bring Tyson over the edge, and he finally lost control inside Jensen' white pussy asshole, giving the "Supernatural" slut what he lived for: Fresh cream up his ass, shot from the massive dick of a hot black stud. Tyson had held off so long that his orgasm lasted over a minute, filling Jensen's ass with so much cum that it plunged back out around the sides of his pounding dick.
Then they all heard: "Fuck, I'm gonna cum already--sorry dude--" and the hot surfer unloaded into Andy, too turned on by all of the other orgasms around him to last any longer than a few minutes up Andy's ass.
In the hazy aftermath of getting powerfucked by Andy Roddick (a dream come true), Chad was in a state of bliss, and had reverted to machine-like state of giving up his ass again and again to the multiple well-hung tops who followed. After taking the tennis star's thick rape rod in his hungry pussy, he was consequently devoured by a steady blur of others: the mega-hung Paul Walker, Matthew Fox, a few surfer-looking punks, and Heath Ledger, as well as Topher Grace and Ashton Kutcher, sitcom buddies who had just arrived, fucked Jesse, cum in his hole, and immediately prowled the rest of the house, their dicks still rock hard, looking for more sweet hot ass into which to shoot their pent-up loads.
Finally, after all of these, Chad got another surprise, on a day full of pleasant surprises: a new face appeared before him, and it was none other than Andre Agassi (who had arrived with his bottom bitch Andy Roddick, fucked Jesse, and then passed the time getting his big dick sucked and his hairy ass rimmed by Ian Somerhalder and Ben McKenzie). Andre dropped his thick wet dick into Chad's cunt hole and began immediately plunging down into it.
"Fuck me, Andre, you're so hot..." Chad panted. "God, I love your cock. I love your big fuckin' hot cock..."
Andre gazed down with a mixed expression that was both smile and sneer. He fucked this whore hard, the same way he always fucked Andy, the same way Pete Sampras used to fuck him. His strong hands gripped Chad's sexy legs, and he fucked the blond boy mercilessly, over and over, dominating the prime-time cunt boy and his slutty ass, while others in the room lingered around them and beat off to the incredible sight.
Finally, getting close, Andre muttered: "Oh man, that's good...oh yeah, your fuckin' hole needs this load...oh god, it feels so fuckin' ni-i-ice..."
"Yeah!" Chad said excitedly. "Yeah...go on, fuck my cum hole...put your load in me, man...I need more cum... more... cum... oh please, ple-e-ease... fuck me, Andre... fuck me hard..."
There was a tortured, gargling sound from Andre as he expelled his fresh jock cum into Chad's luscious loins. Buckets of fresh jism poured forth into the slutty bottom's well-used asshole, so much that Chad's eyes bulged with erotic surprise. The amount of cum even surprised Andre himself--he had shot two wads into his butt-slave Andy ("Raw Dick") less than two hours before, in advance of their trip to Jesse' home.
Chad had just felt Andre's cum load escaping into his hole when he groggily noticed a familiar face smirking at him from the doorway. "You whore," said the new arrival. "Funny how the tables turn, eh?"
It was Adam Brody, whose slutty ass Chad had spent the entire previous night fucking into oblivion.
"Oh god man, I just can't stop taking cock..." Chad moaned, lost in ecstasy, clenching his ass to milk the last few squirts of Andre's load out of the sexy rogue's boner. "This is just...too fucking...good..."
When Andre stepped aside, Chad saw there was no one waiting behind him--a bit of a relief for his ass, a temporary break in the action. He felt the multiple of loads that were in his ass trickle out and run down his sexy legs all over the bed. His head cleared, and he prepared to be felched by his submissive young friend.
"Yeah, tell me about it," Adam teased. "This was supposed to be Jesse's party, but you're giving him a run for his money here..." He licked his lips, watching the rivulets of Andre's cum emanate from Chad's sexy, well-fucked asshole.
Chad was in no mood. "Shut up, boy," he said. "Get over here and eat these fuckin' loads outa my hole."
With his cute smile, Adam immediately obeyed, dropping to his knees and performing his clean-up duties on Chad's ass, just as he'd done on Jesse's hole a few minutes before. One whiff and he was beyond rock hard. He attacked the task with his usual relish, but there was something especially intoxicating about this sperm--Andre's--and after a few minutes of slurping it down, he suddenly pulled back and said:
"Jesus, this cum tastes so good...I think...I'm gonna..."
Chad saw it in Adam's eyes, and nudged him to stand up. "Well, do it in me, then, fucker," he said.
Adam stood, and his aching boner barely made it into Chad's sloppy hole before it exploded. "Oh fuck... oh fuck..." he whimpered, surprised by the timing and ferocity of his own orgasm. He spilled his cum into Chad's boy hole until it trickled out around the edges. Then, when he had recovered somewhat, he fell to his knees again, worshipping at his favorite ass altar, and resumed hungrily eating loads from Chad's ass.
"Yeah, that feels so good..." Chad purred, stroking the soft hair on Adam's head as the dark-haired boy's tongue lovingly lapped up all of the man honey that filled his hot, macho pussy trench. Using his expert sphincter control, he released the cum bit by little bit to Adam's sucking mouth, feeding him steadily over the next ten minutes or so until finally more men--actually three hot young neighborhood teens who Chad didn't recognize--showed up, their cocks dripping cum from shooting in Jesse but still rock-hard.
Adam saw the new arrivals, and with a few final slurps on Chad's rosebud fountain, moved respectfully aside. Without words, the first hot teen (a strapping 17-year-old who was the basketball and track star at his high school) immediately lined up his dick and started fucking Chad's slutty asshole once again.
TO BE CONTINUED
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