Kenny's Tale
Disclaimer: This story is about men having sex with men. If that's not your thing or you're too young to read it, please leave now. The author has no knowledge of Justin Timberlake's or Colin Farrell's sexuality, and has written this purely as a work of erotic fantasy fiction. Enjoy!
KENNY'S TALE
by Backlash29
My name is Kenny. I'm 19 and live in Florida. This story takes place last summer, when I was just out of high school and trying to figure out how to pass the time before starting up college in the fall.
You might recall that Florida is the home state of many of the boybands that have dominated the airwaves over the past several years. Some members of N'Sync and 98 Degrees were either born here or spent time here during their youth. Backstreet Boys, the band that started it all, formed when all five members were in high school in my state. Justin Timberlake was born in Memphis but is known to spend time in Florida, visiting various family members and friends.
About me: I'm goodlooking, gay, and slightly shy. I've had dreams about different movie stars and boyband members for years, and I always fantasize about running into someone famous, but it never happened to me until now. Before this encounter I'd had a few sexual experiences, mostly just messing around with other friends my age, but enough to know what I really liked.
This story is about the first time I ever spotted a celebrity in the flesh, and how I acted against my shy impulses to actually meet him and hang out. It resulted in the most fantastic experience of my young life!
I was walking to work in the downtown district of the major Florida city where I work. I got a temp job through a family friend to make some extra cash. It was dull work but it got me out of the house.
Anyway, I stopped to get a coffee and as I got my change, out the window in the distance I saw a hot man step out of a cab and duck into the back door of a building. I later figured out that this was the service entrance to a grand hotel. What struck me was how much the man looked like Colin Farrell. Colin was (and still is) one of my favorite actors. His movies are awesome and he is one of the sexiest men on the screen.
Not eager to get to get to work, I decided to sit outside the coffee shop for a few minutes and see if the man reappeared. I was ready to give up when the door opened again, and the man stepped out, lighting a cigarette and leaning back against the concrete wall, one knee raised and bent in a casual pose. He was dressed in dark, tight jeans with a simple T-shirt that clung to his slight, well-muscled frame. Very nice.
The guy was in an alley that led onto a small parking lot, where service and delivery vehicles came and went. From my vantage point I realized that the steps where this guy stood were mostly invisible from the street. I was probably sitting in the only location where you could actually see anyone come or go. Then I noticed that, as he smoked, this guy was looking around, slightly anxious, as if he didn't want to be spotted. He was probably just getting a quick smoke there because it wasn't allowed inside.
I started to wonder if this could actually be Colin, in the flesh. The resemblance was uncanny. He had a dark buzzcut (this was around the time "The Recruit" was released), thick brows, deep brown eyes, and that same sexy permanent scowl that oozes sex appeal to all that catch his attention. That's when I realized that as I was staring, even from fifty feet away, I had INDEED caught this stud's attention. He focused intently on me as he continued puffing the cigarette. My heart leapt in my chest. I'd rarely been cruised by anyone before, much less a swarthy look-alike of a famous, sexy young actor. Why was he watching me?
Nervously, I dumped my coffee in the trash and prepared to walk away. My instinct told me to run, but something made me look back at the hunk one last time. I expected him to be looking the other direction, but his gaze was still fixed on me, and now he was even offering a sexy smile. It had to be him. He looked just like Colin Farrell! That smile, those lips, those eyes...oh my god, now he was motioning me over...
What should I do? I had no idea. As if on auto-pilot, I crossed the street over to the alley, nearly getting hit by traffic in my lustful stupor. Soon I found myself standing at the foot of the concrete steps where this magnificent stud peered down at me, still smiling.
"Hey kid," he said. "What's up?"
There was a tinge of an accent in his voice. Yep, it was an Irish brogue. No shit!
I didn't want to look stupid in front of such a sexy man, but I had to ask. "Um, are you...?"
His eyes darted around me quickly. "Yeah, kid, I am. I don't want lots of attention, though." Quickly, he dropped his cigarette onto the concrete platform and stomped it out. "Just wondering what you're up to. A friend and I have a suite in the hotel together. Thought you might want to stop up and join us for a bit?"
Still in a daze, I nodded, climbing the steps and following him back inside the door and into the building. He wrapped his arm around my shoulders, in a buddy-buddy way that made me shiver with excitement. Silently, we strolled through several passages that made up the kitchen and service areas of the hotel, stopping finally at a single elevator that appeared to be used mostly for freight and food carts. Colin led me into it, and pressed the button for the hotel's uppermost floor.
Once we were in the elevator, I got up the nerve to look him in the eye once more. He was still smiling. "Don't be nervous, mate," he offered. "We're pretty easygoing, my friend and I. We just like the company of young bucks like yourself. Nothing at all that you don't want to do, we promise. Are you in?"
Finally, I managed to smile myself. "Uh, sure, Colin," I said. "I...would love to hang out for a while."
The biggest surprise, of course, was yet to come. We exited the elevator into a storage room, at which point Colin used his cell phone to call his friend in the room. "I got us a mate, mate," he said cheerfully. "Look out the peephole in the door and tell me when the coast is clear." We waited a few seconds, and then Colin said: "Fine." He clapped the phone shut, and hurried me out of the storage room into the hotel's hallway, where we jogged together to the end of the hall and stopped in front of a set of double doors.
"In here," Colin invited me, waving his cardkey at the reader and pushing the door wide open.
I stepped around him into a beautiful set of rooms, with a stunning view over the city and down to the water. After Colin shut the door, I heard a voice behind me say: "Man, Colin, he's cute. You did well!"
The voice seemed familiar somehow, but I had no idea where I might know it from. Slowly I turned, and before me, standing next to Colin and matching the sweet, sexy smile on his face, was Justin Timberlake.
I'm sure my jaw dropped. "Uh...uh-mm..." I stammered in disbelief.
"Welcome, buddy. Don't be shy. What's your name?"
"Kenny," I managed to say. I felt faint from the erotic possibility of being here with these two dream men.
"Sit down, Kenny," Justin said gently, motioning me toward the sofa. "Colin and I want to make you feel really special. Just relax, and leave everything up to us."
Numb with shock, I obeyed. I felt disconnected from my whole body, except for one part--the raging hard-on that was growing inside my casual slacks. As I took my place on the sofa, both men joined me, one sitting on either side. They each put an arm around me, and I felt Colin's strong hand rubbing my chest ad Justin felt his way around my crotch.
"Is he enjoying this, you think, Justin?" Colin asked.
Justin wrapped his hand around my hard seven inches through the fabric of my khakis and gave it a squeeze. "Oh yeah, man," he replied. "I'd say he's ready for anything we've got to give him."
My head was pulled toward Colin, and before I knew what was happening, he planted his lips on me for a sweet, wet kiss. His touch was softer and more gentle than I would have imagined, and I melted underneath him, finally able to surrender all of my tension to these two incredible studs. I reached up with both hands and pulled Colin's whole head toward me, intensifying the kiss, vaguely aware that Justin was unbuttoning my pants and tugging them off my legs. When the kiss broke, I glanced down and got the thrill of my life: Justin had taken his place between my naked legs and pulled the elastic on my underwear forward, and was preparing to lower his sweet, famous mouth onto my spurting teen-age cock.
A second later, my cock was inside his mouth, and Colin was kissing me again. The rush of feelings was almost too much. Our kiss broke again, this time because I was involuntarily moaning from the pleasure Justin gave me with his lips and tongue. Colin kept his sweet face near me, unbuttoning my dress shirt and kissing his way down my neck and chest. He nipped gently at my skin as he went along, not hard enough to cause pain but enough to stimulate my skin like an electric charge. He licked my nipples and rubbed me all over with his free hand, as I moaned and pulled Justin's sucking mouth up and down on my cock.
Before long we had stood up and were headed into a nearby bedroom. Both hunks got naked and reclined on the king-sized bed. I too removed what was left of my clothing, then walked over to the bed to join them. I was still nervous, but my raging hormones were taking over. "What should I do?" I asked.
"Come lie between us," Justin said softly. I obeyed. As I crawled onto the bed, Colin said: "Justin loves a good tongue bath. So do I. Maybe you want to take turns on each of us, and show us what you've got?"
I didn't need to be told twice. Justin's nude body produced an instinctive reaction toward licking, anyway. I got on all fours over his lithe frame, and began by nuzzling his neck with licks and kisses, just as Colin had just been doing to me. Justin responded gloriously to this, hugging me to him and groaning with ecstasy, his eyes shut and his soft hands pulling against my back. Gradually I worked my way down his body, kissing his shoulders, his cute little biceps, his flawless midsection, his rippled abs.
Then, I was at his cock. I'm not a size queen (not really) but this was a sight to behold: twelve glorious inches, a huge slab of boyband meat that was deliciously out of proportion to the rest of him. I'd read the rumors on the Web--now I knew it was true! I couldn't wait to wrap my lips around it, to make it cum, to feel it all the way up my ass.
"Pretty amazing, eh?" Colin chimed in. He was stroking his own impressive cock and making out with Justin as I applied my oral worship to the singer's body. "That's the reason Justin and I get together so often. He can't live without my sweet mouth and ass, and I need to feel that cock in me every chance I get."
Colin went back to kissing Justin, leaving me to figure out what to do with this amazing specimen of meat. It was nearly the size of my forearm. I'd sucked a few cocks before, but nothing like this. Tentatively, I held the giant head up to my lips and stroked the base a few times. A few intoxicating rivulets of precum oozed out from the slit. As soon as I smelled that I shut my eyes and smiled a heavenly smile. My mouth opened wide, and within moments I was doing my best to return the favor for Justin's fabulous blowjob on the sofa.
As it was, I could only get four or five inches inside my mouth. This cock was incredible thick in addition to being inhumanly long. Justin seemed to enjoy my efforts, though, and I definitely loved sucking that big celebrity prick. After a brief blowjob I continued my tongue bath, licking fervently down Justin's fine, sexy legs, the light hairiness of them matted with the combination of spit, sweat and juices from his giant cock.
After that, it was time to treat Colin to the same pleasure. The famous duo continued heavily making out, their arms wrapped around each other, as I gratefully continued in the role of guest boy, serving them with oral pleasure. Colin's skin was different, the hair on his legs more coarse, and overall his body smelled and tasted different from Justin's. Just as wonderful, but different. When I reached his cock and started sucking, he broke the kiss with Justin and grabbed the back of my head, saying enthusiastically: "Oh yeah Kenny, suck my cock boy, that's so good...really blow me good, you look so hot doing that, now..."
I love it when a stud top verbally encourages me, so dutifully I stepped up the pace on my blowjob. Colin had about nine inches, not quite a cock I can deep-throat but I gave it my all and got as close as I could. He seemed appreciative, offering grunts and whines of pure pleasure as Justin continued nibbling at his neck and ears. I was posed like a submissive slut, crouched between Colin's knees and looking up at his lustful, handsome grimace as my lips and tongue made their way up and down his slick, tasty rod.
"Oh shit, I can't cum yet," he said all at once, pushing me gently away. "Oh fuck, Kenny, that feels so good. Why don't you lick my balls and my as for a while...?"
There was nothing I wanted more. I sucked his egg-sized nuts, slathering them with spit and rolling them gingerly over my tongue, as he and Justin went back to making out like a couple of horny teenagers. Then I was aware of Colin raising his legs slightly off the bed. Taking the hint, I hoisted his thighs high and pressed them forward against his gorgeous chest, exposing his winking butthole, coated all around its perimeter with dense, sweaty fur. Hungry for male pussy, I pushed my face into the pucker, tasting its clean manliness and pressing my tongue against it in frantic, lapping strokes.
Colin cried like a hyena as I gave pleasure to his most intimate spot. Breathlessly breaking the kiss with Justin once again, he moaned: "Oh fuck yes, Kenny, oh yes-s-s...eat me, eat my hole..."
Justin reached over and stroked the back of my head approvingly. "You know, Kenny," he purred, "I just fucked that sweet hole with my big dick an hour ago, and I gave Colin a nice big load of pent-up cum. Maybe if you lick nice and deep you'll taste a little of me inside his ass..."
Drunk with cum lust, I dove in as deep as I could, following Justin's advice. After a few more moments I swore I did actually taste fresh cum in Colin's ass, but it might have just been the power of suggestion. In any case, Colin's hole was opening nicely now. But, I preferred to get fucked, and there was no way I was going to spend the morning in bed with Colin Farrell and not feel his Irish cock buried deep inside my ass.
Taking a bit of control over the situation, I got our from between Colin's legs and flopped myself forward on a free portion of the bed. I know I have a great ass that's hard for guys to turn down, so I pushed it up in the air suggestively, saying: "Please, Colin...I want you to fuck me...I want both you guys to fuck my ass!"
Colin didn't move at first, but Justin responded by crawling over to me and kneeling on the mattress behind me spread legs and cheeks. I felt his hands gently rubbing my firm teen-age butt, followed by the magical sensation of his pretty mouth against my hole, and his flickering tongue working its way inside me.
"Oh-h-h...oh, fuck, oh yes...Justin, yes-s-s..." I couldn't believe I was getting rimmed by Justin Timberlake.
After a few minutes of licking, Justin pulled back. "Man, that's a sweet hole, Colin. I think we should fuck it, just like Kenny says. Do you want to go first, or should I?"
"You go first," Colin said. "I love watching your big rod go in and out of these hot young guys we pick up."
My ass was stretched as wide as a virgin girl's pussy as I felt Justin's huge bone make its way up my ass. As I said, I'd been fucked before, but never by anything so huge as this. To tell the truth, if it hadn't been the boyband superstar himself, I probably would have said no. But knowing it was him helped me through the initial pain, until before long I felt his soft pubic hair against my ass cheeks, and I knew I had twelve whole inches of Justin Timberlake cock all the way up my hungry ass.
He started by just moving it and out a little bit, and I was grateful for his restraint. He probably fucked enough guys and girls on the road to know that even the most experienced ones needed time to work up to being full-on fucked by his massive bone. I laid my head on its side and focused on breathing. In this position, I had a perfect view of Colin, reclining sexily in the dim room, pulling lazily on his own dripping hard-on. This was the peak of my sexual experience in my young life thus far: feeling Justin Timberlake's gigantic cock working its way in and out of my tender young asshole, while watching Colin Farrell beat off, and knowing he was the next one in line to give pleasure to my cock-hungry hole.
Before I knew it, Justin was slamming my ass full-throttle. I was amazed with his slender frame that he even had the ability to piston as far in and out of me as he did. With every stroke, he pulled his foot-long wang almost the whole way out of my ass, and then pushed the whole thing back in again. At a rate of two or three full strokes per second, I barely had any way to react, other than to lie there and enjoy it.
I reached down to touch my own cock, and as soon as I wrapped my right hand around it, Justin hit my prostate. The force of his fucking pushed my own cock in and out of my hand, and within a few strokes I was blasting my teen jizz all over the bed. As I did this, my ass clasped down on Justin's huge rod, and as my orgasm reached its peak I suddenly felt the deluge of Justin' hot cum way up inside my ass as well.
"That was so hot," Colin said as Justin collapsed on my back and we both caught our breaths. "But I'm gonna cum any second...Kenny, if you want to feel this, you better get your ass on my cock right away!"
Justin fell to one side in my puddle of cum as I scrambled to get on Colin's dick. My ass was well-lubed and dripping cum all over as I squatted over Colin's nine inches and lowered my hungry ass onto his cock. As I gave him a good ride, he struggled visibly to hold back his orgasm. I leaned forward and kissed him sensuously. I wanted to feel him moan in my mouth as his big cock filled my boy-toy ass with his seed.
And that's just what I got. Holding off for that long made Colin's orgasm that much more explosive, and I felt him shoot wad after wad after wad of sticky celebrity cum into my well-greased chute, his sperm mingling with Justin's as it flowed out of my ass and down his pole with every outward thrust. I couldn't believe I was in bed with two of the world's sexiest stars--and now both of them had cum up my ass!
Then I was aware of Justin behind me, pulling my shoulders slightly to one side. Colin, too, took my midsection in his hands and helped me dismount his cock. "A little tradition of ours," he said, still out of breath. "Lie on your back and spread your legs. We love to rim a stud bottom boy and eat our fresh cum."
No argument here. These guys were hot and nasty! I relaxed on my back next to Colin, pulling my legs back so they hugged my chest. Cum was oozing out of me, but both hunks got in position as quickly as possible between my legs, and immediately I felt their tongues on my hole and my inner legs, slurping up as much of the precious fluid as they could get. Each took turns sticking their tongue inside me, as the other simply lapped up the juices that had already escaped and tongue-bathed the most sensitive parts of my legs.
"Oh fuck...oh man, that's good...that feels so-o-o good..." I moaned. Justin and Colin responded with their own grunts of approval and satisfaction as they deliriously sucked and licked and prodded to get all the cum they could. I'd heard that fresh cum tastes great out of a just-fucked ass, but these guys...who knew?
By the time they had licked me clean, I was ready to be fucked again. This time Colin did the honors once again, but he had me lie on my side as he spooned behind me and worked his newly hard cock inside my ass. This gave Justin room to kneel behind Colin, perpendicular to the Irish stud, and work his own monster dick into Colin's sweet ass at a ninety-degree angle. Colin yelled and moaned and swore as Justin's cock took its place inside his ass, and I felt Colin's dick in me get even longer and harder as Justin penetrated him from the other side. And then we were off and fucking: Justin in Colin, Colin in me, like a machine.
It took the guys longer to cum this time, of course, and they got no complaint from me. When they finally did cum, Justin and Colin once again lapped up the juice from my hole (just Colin's load, this time) and then Justin invited me to sample the same pleasure from Colin's ass as well. This was a first for me, but I definitely loved it. I will forever savor the image of Colin Farrell on his back in that hotel bed, holding his legs up to his chest, writhing in ecstasy as I helped eat Justin Timberlake's fresh cumload out of his hole.
Finally, we took a break. "I gotta get going," Colin said. "I've got a plan to catch in a little over an hour."
"What about you, Kenny? Are you rushing off?" Justin asked. "I've got a couple more hours free."
Holy shit, I'd forgotten totally about work. "Um, not really," I replied. As usual, I was in no hurry to get to that office. "I can call work and make an excuse to be there later."
Justin and I remained on the cum-coiled bed and kissed tenderly as Colin took a shower. Fifteen or so minutes later, he appeared at the bedroom door again. "Well, boys, it was fun, as usual," he said. "Kenny, you're a real sporting boy. I think Justin and I will look you up again the next time we're both in town."
"Deal," I said, as Justin kissed my chest.
Then Colin left, and it was just the superstar singer and me. We made out a while longer, and then he looked up soulfully into my eyes and asked: "What now? Tell me something else you enjoy."
I felt butterflies, and smiled a sappy grin. Having someone as beautiful as Justin ask such a thing was enough to make a boy like me almost die from sheer happiness. What did I want now? I wanted to run away forever with this beautiful creature, to always be with him, to wake up next to him every day and kiss him and fuck him and be his lover every day until the end of time. But I knew that really wasn't realistic.
"Hm, let's see," I said playfully, pondering the question. "I really like...getting fucked in the shower."
As I said the words, I saw Justin's cock leap. He smiled, and rubbed his growing twelve-inch boyband erection against my naked thigh. "You got it," he said sweetly. "Your wish is my command."
He hopped up from the bed just then, and I saw his sweet ass disappear into the adjoining bathroom. The shower started, and I realized I couldn't wipe the silly smile off my face, no matter how hard I tried. This was the best experience of my life. College started in two months, and all this would be a distant memory. I couldn't tell the story to anyone, because who would ever believe it?
But now, I only had a few hours left to enjoy it, which didn't leave much time to ponder my fate. In the next room was a delicious young man with a twelve-inch cock, waiting for me to join him. With a deep breath, I got up off the bed, matted my sweaty body with a nearby towel, and followed the column of steam into the hotel suite's bath area, ready to explore the next scene in my sexual adventure.
THE END
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My other stories are: "Ryan's Hole", "Ryan Goes Down", "40 Days and 39 Nights", "Enrique, Justin and Eminem", "Swimslut" and "Bulletproof Hunk" in Gay/Celebrities; "Seann and Justin" in Gay/Celebrities/Boy Bands; "Group House", "Birthday Slut", "Frat Slut Gangbang" and "Substitute Slut" in Gay/College; "Week-end Hotel Party" in Gay/Encounters; "Slutty Lil' Bro" in Gay/Incest; "Cup of Joe" in Gay/Authoritarian; and "Buttsex Junkie" in Bisexual/Beginnings.