This is a fantasy story and involves fantasy versions of the celebrities involved. Found myself thinking about this particular guy after he 'cameoed' in earlier instalments...
One guy fucking Ashley Parker Angel, that's no problem at all. Karl bends the guy over and buries himself deep inside Ashley Parker Asshole.
Two guys fucking Ashley Parker Angel is no stretch either. The boy gets on all fours, takes it up his butthole, opens his mouth wide and takes it in the face.
Add a third guy and it gets more difficult. With nowhere left to penetrate he has to settle for kneeling by the side of Ashley Parker Angel's head and jerking himself off against his face. He finds it's more fun not to use his hands, he simply sways with his hips and strokes the underside of his dick and its throbbing head against that pretty face. It's fun to feel his balls pressed against Ashley Parker Angel's cheek, even more fun because the cheeks themselves are sucked in as Angel blows the other guy. He can even sense the thrusting motion of the other guy's shaft in Angel's mouth, and now he is allowing the cocksucker to enjoy the feel of hot hairy balls alternately rubbing and tickling at his face. This must be an uneven sensation for Angel, of course, so it's obvious where the fourth guy can go for his own part in the fun. Soon Ashley Parker Angel has another dick against the opposite side of his face, another pair of balls against his cheek and his nose, another long member against his temple and his golden blonde hair. His face smothered in cock, and filled with cock too, and his nostrils filled with the odour of the two heavy scrotums, the four stimulated balls.
Angel is sucking on a West Hollywood guy in his forties, who's more athletic and more tanned than guys in their forties from anywhere else. The guy's two waster sons, both in their twenties, both latino like their mother and both gorgeous, are the ones sandwiching that face between their manmeat. It's their father's gift to them. Loads of rich guys' offspring come here to sate themselves on the latest pieces of sweet boy ass. They've done it so regularly since their early teens that it's a way of life - a guy opens wide for them, pretty soon he's on magazine covers and in movies.
"Man", one of them said once, when he recognised one of his conquests on the cover of a magazine,"My cum fucking makes stars"
There's room for a fifth guy here, in the hollow beneath Ashley Parker Angel's torso. So Josh Hartnett slides underneath him, horizontally, his body at ninety degrees to Angel's, and happily jacks the head of his cock off against Ashley Parker Angel's stomach.The muscles beneath the smooth and tender stomach rhythmically clench and relax, involuntarily reacting to the jolts inside Ashley Parker Angel's body, the jolts from Ashley Parker Angel's prostate, which is being insatiably cocked. The hot boy knows that ever part of his body must be toned and worked out if he's to get his fifteen minutes. And he knows that his prostate will get the biggest workout of all. He is aware too that there is one part of him that will not be tightened, and that is his anus. Right now Ashley Parker Angel is allowing his anus to be stretched out around the hugest of cocks. Before his first night here we gave him a caseful of dildos for practice, five of them, each bigger than the last. The cock that is up him now is larger than the biggest of those and he was still not prepared for the extent of its invasion of him. Lubricant helps only a little. Most likely it's not the cock Karl was born with. But it may just be the biggest in the world. And barely any of it remains outside of that asshole now. It's crammed so damn deep inside him I don't know where it all fits. He'll be sore inside for days. But there's a sixth guy getting impatient here. He sits on Josh Hartnett's chest and leans forward to make out with Ashley Parker Angel's back. He tongues hungrily at Angel's back and his shoulders and the groove of his spine. He gets off on it so much you'd swear that he was fucking that back with his mouth, that it was as deeply satisfying as anything he could do to Angel with his cock. Eminem can never resist a boy band prettyboy. He'll always deny afterwards that he was as into it as you say he was, but right now his face is flushed pink with his lust, his eyes are bleary with the ubelievable pleasure of being part of this. Ashley Parker Angel's teen back glistens with the sweat and the saliva. The shining contours make the catamite even more attractive for Karl. His upper legs press deeper against the backs of Angel's thighs as he tries to push himself further against Angel, to close every gap between his body and the boy's. A seventh and an eighth guy join the fun. They're a couple of Angel's bandmates. One's called Jacob, I gather, the other Dan. They're not as sexy as him but we've let them come along, we figure they complement him well and they may come in useful later in the night. There's not much left for them now, so each gets down on hands and knees and passionately kisses the soles and heels and toes of one of Ashley Parker Angel's feet.
Ashley Parker Angel is now being made love to by eight men.
This is happening on the marble floor of a bathroom of the beach house in Malibu. Literally dozens of straining limbs on all sides of the slut. It's like he's being fucked by a single being split into eight bodies. Even their groans of pleasure are now happening in rhythm as the men savour every part of him.
Earlier in the day Ashley Parker Angel had poledanced for us at a private club. Karl hadn't heard of him before and I'd arranged to have the boy displayed to him that way. In fact we'd had the whole group perform for us so that Karl could take his pick for the evening's party, but really that was just to get us guys hot. I knew all along which one Karl would choose. The fucking cutest one, of course. Sexy pop music playing as Angel stripped down from leather jacket and ripped jeans down to black boxer briefs, swaying softly around the pole, hanging on with one arm, cupping his other hand behind his blonde head and wrapping his near hairless boy thighs tight around the cold glistening metal. The briefs dropped around his ankles as he stripped down to just a sheer mesh thong. His genitals were tightly held but clearly visible. His dick hardening as ran his butt down the length of the pole and bent forward like he was being fucked by it. The other guys were trying their best but couldn't compete with him for our attention.
One guy cums, and the others follow. Pehaps it's the gasp he makes that pushes the right button, perhaps they hear that relief and pleasure of consummation and can't hold their own back any longer. One of the West Hollywood brothers clutches onto Angel's head and shoots his load all over the side of his face, and as he groans "ohyesohyesohmanyeahhhh..." his brother's hips buck and he begins to jizz up too. A stream of cum fires over Angel's head and lands across his hair and the brother's fingers. The next burst hits his temple and then splatters into his ear, and down his cheek. When the father sees all the cum splattered across that beautiful face that is sucking on his dick, sees his sons smearing the cum into Angels' hair, he is turned on not only by the sight, but by the hot, fresh smell of it and lets himself go, and go... and gooo... right inside Angel's throat. He draws out a little as the last dribbles of stringy cum leave him, until finally the reddened head of his cock slides out over Ashley Parker Angel's tongue, trailing the last of his cum for Angel to taste. Seeing this, Karl finally loses control and lets go of his load. Angel gives an agonised groan as Karl absolutely creams his insides, and as he wheezes in exertion he coughs up spatters of the cum lining his throat and someone jokes that it's really Karl's cum he's coughing up. Without the support of the dick in his mouth, Angel loses control of his numb arms and slides forward, his torso collapsing against the floor, his slick face against black marble, cum and saliva dribbling from his mouth.Karl is still enjoying being in his ass, holding tight onto his waist and downing a scotch someone has handed him. Karl fucks pretty singer boys like other guys would smoke cigarettes, and he savours this last drag. He watches as Eminem jerks himself off over Angel's back, and then tugs his cock from the asshole with an almighty popping sound, clutching hold of the bandmate's - Jacob's - dreadlocks and guiding his head towards the yawning butthole. "Come on, kid, let's see you make out with some ass" he instructs, sitting back to watch. Josh Hartnett is bucking upwards, cumming partly on Angel's stomach, partly back onto his own, and Eminem is gritting his teeth as he spills his seed onto Angel's back. Angel's face is still against the floor, and he's reaching limply around to feel at his own butt. He must have lost all feeling in his asshole, because he doesn't seem to know that Jacob is tonguing it. Nevertheless, Jacob bats his fingers away and continues to do so, while Josh wriggles out from beneath and sits on the same vinyl sofa as Karl. This is the kind of bathroom where a sofa doesn't look out of place. Josh is unable to keep his eyes off the size of Karl's penis but doesn't cover his own. Soon Karl is reaching over to fondle the young hunk's genitals. Soon after that he turns around, drapes his leg over both of Josh's and starts kissing him while jacking him off. He pushes him down against the sofa and, stroking that lithe and muscular body, it's not long before he's erect again. He wraps his arms around Josh's body and langorously dry humps him, half his attention still focused on the cute boy band guy making out with Angel's rectum. Eventually Jacob gives in to instinct and pushes himself up on his knees to pork the asshole with his own dick. He look to Karl as if for permission, but seeing that Karl's eyes are closed as he cums against Josh's stomach and forearms, he simply goes ahead. He slides in easily, but Ashley gasps as he feels another dick enter him. It hits the right spot and Angel claws at the smooth floor as the guttural pleasure spreads through him. He spunks up at the same time as Jacob, who's moaning that "You turn me on, oh God you really turn me on..." "Oh fuck me, Jake, fuck me yeah". The guy called Dan is jerking himself as he lays in the corner and watches. When Jacob is done he shuffles over and clumsily spills his load across Angel's buttocks.
Now Ashley Parker Angel's naked body is both sticky and flaky with semen. He's absolutely coated in the stuff. He's so visibly fucked. It's such a satisfying sight, we stare at it for ages.