Ryan's Hole

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 Ryan Phillippe's sexuality, nor that of any other famous personality mentioned here, and has written this purely as a work of erotic fantasy fiction. Enjoy!

RYAN'S HOLE

by Backlash29

backlash29@hotmail.com

Chapter 12: London Calling

Ryan moaned loudly: "Oh man, baby please, fuck my ass harder, gimme that big cock...yeah, I want it!"

The party at LFO's rented beachhouse was still going on. Ryan laid on the sand, moaning in ecstasy, his hot legs flapping above him as he held the torso of the boy-band adonis who was currently slamming in and out of his well-stretched pucker. His current fuck was JC Chasez of 'N Sync, who was using Ryan's hot boy-hole as his bandmate, Justin Timberlake, knelt on the beach next to Ryan's head, slapping his fat, spent log-like cock around Ryan's pretty face.

"Eat it boy-bitch," Justin commanded. "Slurp that yummy jizz of my cock and make me nice and hard again. I want another shot at that ass."

Ryan moaned and obeyed. He licked up and down on Justin's huge cock, then licked the singer's hairy balls and ventured down toward his asshole, wiggling his tongue deep inside and eagerly licking at the traces of cum that had been shot there earlier in the evening. Then Justin backed off with his ass, and spanked his hard, jizz-dripping cock all around Ryan's pouty lips once again.

"Yeah, you hot little blond whore. You like eating that big dick, don'tcha? You love my big cock in your mouth. Eat it, lick my knob, suck all the juice out of my fat cock. You love that big log, slut. Eat it all."

JC, who was panting with every thrust he made into Ryan's asshole, agreed. "Oh man Justin, you got such an awesome cock. Ryan looks so fuckin' hot licking your big dick. Feed it to him, nice and slow. I want to watch it while I pound on his ass. It's gonna make me squirt nice and high into this fine bitch's hole."

Justin complied, fucking slowly in and out of Ryan's face so that his bandmate and fuckmate could see every luscious motion. "You like that, cunt?" he asked Ryan. "Suck that cock. JC here loves to suck it, too. And that big cock he's giving you, I get that up my asshole every lovin' night, whether we're in town or on the road. You're gonna love how much cum he shoots. It's gonna feel so good squirting way up high inside your ass. I oughta know--I've had enough of JC's cum in my ass to make a thousand boy-band babies!"

The crowd of onlookers, all famous boy-band musicians themselves, continued to look on, naked, and jerk themselves and each other off. Some of them were still waiting for their first shot at Ryan's hole, but most of them had fucked Ryan once already and were ready, like Justin, to take a second (or third or fourth) turn.

Of the ones who had already spent their first cumload inside Ryan--including the Lachey brothers of 98 Degrees, and all three members of LFO--Ryan had enjoyed Nick Lachey the most, his dreamy eyes and stellar body making their coupling that much more intense. He gratefully held Nick by his strong shoulders with one hand as his other roamed up and down over the hard muscles in Nick's ass, shoulders, neck and back. When he felt Nick ready to cum, he clutched the stud firmly around his sexy waist and pulled him deeper inside him in a succession of deep, pounding thrusts, ending with a dozen volleys of hot cum being propelled out of Nick's turgid prick and deep into Ryan's masterful hole, where the stud's cum joined all the other boy-band loads that had been shot there, along with the many more that were yet to come.

Now JC was close to doing the same, plugging his meaty dick into Ryan over and over with a contstant intensity, slamming the whore's ass with every stroke. "Yeah, take that fuck, Ryan," he yelled. "You love all this hot cock inside you. You can't get enough..."

"Yeah...yess..." Ryan agreed with a deep sigh, his mouth still occupied by Justin's superstar prick. Justin pushed his cock all the way into Ryan's mouth, all the way to his throat, and started face-fucking him. Ryan took Justin's cock down his gullet like a pro, releasing his gag reflex and preparing the giant dick to fuck him. Moments later, after JC released his steamy, sticky load of hot boy-batter into his loins, Ryan spat out Justin's cock so that the striking lead singer could take his bandmate's place, fucking Ryan's supreme ass.

Ryan looked down eagerly across his own sexy, sweaty body as Justin spread his fine legs and aimed his enormous cock into Ryan's well-fed asshole. "Ohh..." Ryan moaned as the huge head screwed into him, followed by the luscious nine-inch shaft: "Ohhh-hh-hh...! Yes...oh yeah Justin, that's so good..."

"You like that, you little fucking whore?" Justin asked with a playful sneer. "You like Justin's big cock in your party-boy ass?" Ryan just nodded, holding his breath, wide-eyed with anticipation. So Justin pulled back again, his gigantic cock almost fully released from the slut's hole. Ryan's reaction was to drop his head back and exhale a long, high-pitched squeal. Then Justin slid in again, and again and again, and soon Ryan was getting fucked senseless once again.

"Fuck me...oh yes Justin...fuck my asshole...please...I want your cock so bad..."

"Yeah?" Justin sneered, banging him harder. "You live for all this cock in you, don't you, little fuckin' pussy-boy? You're just a cute, needy little slut. You love all these big dicks ramming your hot tight ass."

"Yesss..." Ryan sighed. "Fuck me harder, Justin. Make me your bitch."

Justin couldn't believe how tight and moist and warm Ryan's asshole was. It was almost like fucking Britney, only about ten times hotter. He hoped that his hole felt this good when he gave it up to JC and the other bandmates, and everyone else who he let fuck him--but he hadn't been doing it for as long as Ryan, and besides, Ryan was well-known the undisputed master Hollywood bottom. He took the cocks of every hot stud in Hollywood, straight or gay, without shame, no questions asked. No one else even came close.

From where he stood nearby, Erik-Michael Estrada of O-Town watched the hot power-couple of the moment and slowly pulled on his engorged uncut dick. Justin looked so fuckin' fine ever since he shaved his hair and put on all that sexy muscle. And Ryan was a total little voracious bottom slut, ready to take on a whole party of guys in his beautiful ass. Erik wasn't sure he could ever do that himself, although there had been several times back at his own house where the rest of his band had all pulled a train on him--Dan, Ashley, Jacob and Trevor all using Erik's ass and mouth for their pleasure, individually or all at once. His fine ass had been enjoying cock since he was 14. When the band was first starting out, Erik was more than happy to give up his body to his horny bandmates. But these days, he was more of a top himself. And his favorite boys to bang were the boys like Ryan: sweet, young, with beautiful hungry asses and an appetite for fucking. Ryan, although Erik had never fucked him before tonight, certainly seemed to fit the bill.

Dan Miller came up behind Erik and pinched his supple ass by way of a friendly hello. "You like it, baby?" he whispered in Erik's ear. "That little slut takes it over and over up his ass, just like you used to do."

Erik smiled at his friend, then instantly returned to the hot scene. "Yeah man," he replied. "He's got quite the hole. And he seems to love taking all our dicks up there, the horny little slut. I can't wait to fuck him."

Dan kept his hand on Erik's butt-cheek, and very soon had parlayed his pinch into a two-handed ass massage. "Yeah," he cooed into Erik's ear. "Me too." He stood behind his bandmate and wedged his own fat cock into the crack in Erik's ass. "But I thought...while we're waiting here...maybe...?"

In response, Erik shut his eyes and moaned, visualizing all of the pleasure he'd gotten previously from his friend's big, hard cock. "Yess...Danny..." he moaned. "Slide it in me, just don't cum...I want you to shoot in Ryan, not in me. He's such a pretty little cunt-boy. I want to see him get all the cum he can."

"Absolutely," Dan said, and spitting in his hand, he lubed Erik's hole momentarily, then slid his big cock in.

Nearby, and all around them, similar activities were taking place. Everyone was waiting their turn to fuck Ryan, but as they did so, they all also played with each other. Jeff Timmons was on his knees in front of all of LFO, alternately taking in Devin, Brad and Rich for deep, sensual sucks. Likewise, Drew Lachey knelt before his brother, Nick, and expertly deep-throated the older stud's delicious cock, covered as it was with sperm and Ryan-funk. Trevor Penick of O-Town was lying back on a chaise lounge, holding one bandmate's ass (Ashley's) as it sat down on his face, while the other bandmate (Jacob) rode slowly up and down on Trevor' juicy fuck-stake. As he took Trevor's mighty dick up inside him, Jacob Underwood jerked off his cock, as did Ashley Angel, receiving Trevor's tongue. Neither boy was worried about cumming prematurely, as they had shot multiple loads that evening (including up Ryan's ass) already.

Ryan was in heaven, transported to another dimension--his "special place"--as Justin continued deep-dicking him, driving hard in and out of Ryan's well-worn asshole. At one point, Justin caught him looking to one side at all the other hot stars that were sucking and fucking around them. Justin reached down and gave Ryan's ass a hard slap from the side. "Keep your focus on me, cunt," he warned. "Don't worry about those other fucks. You'll have all of their big cocks and slimy fuck-juice up in your hole soon enough."

And so Ryan obeyed, holding Justin by the shoulders and hanging onto him for dear life, as the impossibly handsome andsexy six-foot blond dreamboat, reigning queen of the boy-bands, drilled his fuck-meat in and out of Ryan's hole, building up faster and harder toward the inevitable crescendo, the next of many to come. By the evening's end, his fuck-hole would be wide open and overflowing with hot, juicy boy-band loads!

"Did you have fun last night?" Brady asked the next morning over breakfast. They were grabbing a bite at a beachside place en route to the office, where they were making arrangements for Ryan's next movie, "Gosford Park."

"Hell yeah," Ryan said with a big grin. "Shit, I never thought I'd be fucked by any of those guys. That was a hell of a party. Thanks for setting it up."

"You're welcome. So, are you sore?"

"A little, I guess. Why? You want to fuck me? We could swing by a motel on our way..."

"No," Brady laughed. "Just making sure you're feeling OK. I don't know how you do it."

"Do what?" Ryan asked. "Oh, you mean, how do I get fucked all the time? I dunno, it's just a gift."

"It sure is," Brady agreed, admiringly.

Ryan took another bite of his breakfast, adding casually: "Actually, I got fucked twice this morning already, before you came over."

"What?" Brady had come by at 8:30, which is an hour before Ryan typically awoke, and long before they ever scheduled any players. "How did you manage that?"

"Paperboy," Ryan said, flashing an evil grin. "Sixteen years old. Fuckin' cute, and built. Hung like a horse."

"Christ," Brady said. "Sixteen? You gotta be careful, man."

"Ah, he came onto me," Ryan said. "He knew what he was doing. Anyway, I didn't really sleep much after the party, I was too wired...so I stayed up and watched some TV, and after that I put on some porn. I was jerking off right there in the living room, when I heard him come up on the front porch. I'm never awake when the paper gets delivered, so I was surprised. I looked right out the window at him, and he was looking in at the stuff I was watching on the TV and watching me pull on my cock. And after a few minutes, when he didn't move, I invited him out to the playpen."

"Hot," Brady said. "And he fucked you? Nice big dick?"

"Fuckin' right," Ryan said. "Jesus. And he knew how to use it, too. I think he makes the boys and girls at school very happy."

"Who was the other one? You said there were two."

Ryan grinned again. "His buddy. Called him and woke him up, after fucking me and cumming in my ass. He said he had this skateboarding friend who was totally hot and liked to fuck boy's asses. I told him to invite him over, so he did. So he showed up, even cuter than the paperboy, not hung quite as big but still pretty nice. So I bent over and sucked off the paperboy's huge dick, while this stud gets behind me and rails me to fuckload number two. Sprayed his hot young seed way up into me, about the same time the paperboy shoots another hot wad in my mouth. Then the paperboy got down there and licked it all out."

"No shit." Brady smiled across the table at his friend. "Christ man, you're such a fuckin' slut."

"I know it. I get it every way I can!" Ryan pointed to a link sausage on Brady's plate. "You gonna eat that?"

At the office, two of Brady's agency co-workers gave a presentation about the new movie. Brady remained quiet for most of the time--pitching projects to Ryan wasn't really a part of his job, although he wanted to learn how it was done. When the presentation was over, Ryan asked several questions, including a few about the script, which he had read a few days before. The agents had the answers Ryan needed, and overall, by the time they were wrapping up. Ryan was excited about the project.

"When does shooting start?"

"Well," the agent said, "very soon, actually. You're one of the last stars to be cast, and the pre-production has been underway for several weeks. If can make it, they'd like you on location in England next week."

Ryan looked at Brady, who just shrugged. Other than an upcoming press junket for Ryan's last movie, there wasn't a lot taking up his schedule.

"Sounds okay to me," Ryan said. "So, I should pack for a couple of weeks?"

"At least, yes," the agent said. "You can use our agency plane, of course. We'll send you hotel and car information later today."

"Is it filming in London?"

The agent looked over at Brady. "No, actually," Brady spoke up. "It's in a country estate, about two hours outside the city. But, in addition to getting you a local room, we'll get you a suite in London, also. We realize you probably want to spend some of your free time up there."

That evening, Brady called Ryan's cell phone. "So, does your paperboy stop by at the same time every morning?"

"I guess so," Ryan said. "Why? You want to fuck him with me tomorrow?"

"That might be nice," Brady mused. "What are you doing right now?"

"Well..." Ryan kind of chuckled. "You know Scott Lasky? The guy from the beach show on the E! channel?"

"What, you mean the 'Search Party' and 'Celebrity Adventures' stud? Yeah," Brady said. "He was at the LFO party the other night. He's a fuckin' fox."

"I'm riding his cock right now. We're at his condo, not far from your place. Want to stop by?"

"Sure!"

Ryan was distracted for a moment as he conferred with the hot, hairy-chested stud who was fucking him. Brady could hear his muffled voice at the other end of the line. "It's my friend Brady," Ryan was saying. "The dude who came to the party with me."

"Oh man, he's hot," came the other voice. "Tell him to come over."

"Come on by," Ryan said, returning to the phone. He gave Brady the address. "He says the door's open and you should let yourself in."

When Brady arrived, the two were still fucking, in the same position. Scott laid back leisurely on his king-sized bed, his broad, tan fabulous chest and gorgeous eyes shining in the dimly-daylit room. His legs, also hairy and tan, were spread comfortably on the bedclothes, and Ryan was mounted on his dick. Ryan was leaning forward slightly, his hands pressed flat against Scott's hard pec muscles as he pistoned himself up and down. From that angle, Brady could see Scott had a nice, thick slab of meat that he was giving to Ryan's grateful ass. Without a word, Brady stripped and approached the bed.

Brady stood at the bedside as the two silently fucked. Ryan smiled at him, and leaned forward further so that Brady could give him a deep, tender kiss. "Hot," Scott said, and reached out for Brady's expanding boner. Scott pulled on Brady's cock a few times as Brady and Ryan continued to make out.

Scott was so turned on by the two boys, and by the gradually intensified fucking that he'd been giving Ryan's ass for the last half-hour, that he soon realize he was about to blow. "Ohh...oh fuck, oh man..." he grunted softly, and his thick cock spat its load into Ryan's tender butt.

Brady smiled down at his newest friend. "Feels good, doesn't it?"

Scott was out of breath, but still jacking Brady's cock. "Mmmm," he agreed. "But I'm more of a bottom."

"Shit, so am I!" Brady laughed. "Hm, three hot bottoms hanging out together...what are we gonna do?"

Ryan dismounted, and Scott spread his legs a little wider, invitingly, bending his knees and cupping his hands underneath them as he kept Brady in his smoldering gaze. "Take turns fucking each other, I guess," he responded. His enormous cock laid half-flaccid on his hirsute belly, still ejecting droplets of hot fresh jizz. Brady instinctively bent forward to lick them off.

"Brady..." Scott moaned. "That's your name, right?"

Brady gobbled away at Scott's spent cock and the sticky juice on his tummy. "At your service," he whispered back.

"Brady..." Scott repeated. "I want you to fuck my ass, Brady."

So Brady got between the stud's legs and spread them wide. He wiggled a finger into Scott's asshole, and was surprised to find a familiar substance inside. "Shit, there's cum in here. Did Ryan...?" It seemed impossible.

"No, my boyfriend fucked me about an hour ago, before Ryan arrived," Scott explained.

"Ah. Lucky guy," Brady said, knowing right away that he would be tasting this unknown fucker's spent sperm before Scott got his dick inside there. "Do you mind if I...?"

Scott looked questioning at first, then understood, and shut his eyes with a moan of kinky satisfaction. "Oh, that's so fuckin' dirty! You want to eat my boyfriend's cum from my hole?"

"Fuckin' right I do," Brady said, and immediately he went down on Scott's hairy pucker, lapping away at the stale jizz that filled it, still sweet and tasty and tangy on his lips.

"Oh! Yess! Scott hissed with delight. "Do it! Get down there man! Slurp all that jizz from my cum-filled pussy!"

Ryan was turned on by this, as he always was by Brady's wanton cum-eating ways. He approached Scott, got on the bed, and straddled the hot man's shoulders with both feet, standing over his handsome face.

"I'm gonna sit on your face," Ryan told him. "Why don't you eat your load out of me while my friend here does the same service to your ass."

Before Scott could protest, Ryan had sat down completely onto his tongue. Scott was disgusted, alarmed, and incredibly turned-on, all at the same time. His boyfriend considered rimming distasteful, so felching was completely out of the question. But alas, he didn't know what he was missing--the poor guy.

At the LFO party, one of the first times Scott ever stepped out on his boyfriend in a group setting, there were guys eating asses and cumloads left and right, but Scott was too shy (or too busy getting fucked) to join in. The truth was, he'd never licked a freshly-fucked ass before in his life, and we wasn't sure he ever wanted to.

But now he had no choice, and before he knew it, his whole face was parked in Ryan Phillippe's beautiful man-cunt, and out of instinct he immediately started licking, probing deeper, tasting his own manly cum-essence where he had poured it into Ryan's hole. He mimicked what Brady was doing to his asshole, and very soon he was hungrily devouring Ryan's hot ass for all he was worth, licking and swallowing that fresh jism as voraciously as he could quaff it down.

Just when Scott thought the pleasure couldn't get any greater, Brady lifted himself from rimming Scott's hole and plunged his big cock right in. Brady was harder than a steel pipe, and he sunk his cock into Scott balls-deep on the very first thrust--just how Scott liked it. Scott groaned into Ryan's ass, then continued lapping greedily at the blond boy's famous butthole as Brady began railing deep and hard in and out of Scott's fine, hungry ass.

"Oh yeah, you're a sexy fucker," Brady grunted. "You've got a nice hot hole, just like our little Ryan here. I guess you loved to be fucked as much as he does. Take it, take that cock, you want it deep inside you...take my cock and my cum. Your hot asshole feels so fuckin' good..."

As he fucked Scott, Brady hoisted the stud's perfect, muscular legs up high off the mattress, allowing himself deeper access to his asshole. Brady loved holding a man's sexy pair of legs, and Scott had the kind he most admired: hairy, toned, and tan, in perfect proportion. Somehow, a bottom dude with hot legs made fucking him even more pleasant. There was nothing quite like a handsome stud spreading his gorgeous legs and holding them high in the air while you crouch between them, inviting yourself inside.

Presently Ryan removed his ass from Scott's face, giving the felching first-timer a chance to swallow and breathe. Scott took the opportunity to egg on his top: "Oh Brady, fuck me man...juice my hole, I want to feel your hot cum inside me, I want to take your load in my butt just like Ryan here takes it all the time..."

Ryan, meanwhile, squatted nearby, sitting backward on Scott's cute, licking face. Ryan loved watching Brady in action. "Fuck him..." he muttered softly, over and over, as a mantra of encouragement. "Fuck his ass, man...just fuck him...fuck him...fuck his hole...fuck him...yeah, just fuck him...just fuck him..."

Soon Brady could hold out no longer, and he sprayed his seed into Scott's hairy ass. Scott whined gratefully as he took Brady's load: "Oh, man! Yes Brady! Fuck me! Fuck..! Me! Do it! Oh yes, gimme your cum!"

When Scott had taken all of it, he begged Brady to kneel down and lick it out once more. Brady didn't have to be asked twice. While Brady lapped at Scott's freshly-fucked hole, Ryan, seeing Scott's rejuvenated hard-on, mounted it once more, in the same position they'd shared earlier, and eagerly bounced up and down on it until Scott let one last orgasm escape into the blond super-bottom's fiery loins.

Brady set his alarm to wake early the next morning, hoping to join Ryan for some fun with the studly young paperboy. But as luck would have it, he still overslept, and by the time he reached Ryan's house, the little hunk was long gone. Fortunately, Ryan had still intercepted the paperboy and gotten his fine ass filled with cum by the randy youth. As the paperboy was pulling his shorts on afterward, Ryan asked about the possibility of introducing him to his friends.

"You mean your friends? Or more of mine?" the paperboy asked.

"Either way," Ryan said. "I have a friend Brady who really wants you to fuck him. But if you know more guys who'd want to get together, I'm totally fine with that. Especially if they are such fine young specimens of manhood as yourself!" With that, he swatted the young hunk on his bare ass.

"Hot, man," the paperboy responded. "Sure, I know a whole bunch of dudes who'd get off on fucking your ass. Most of them are my skate buds who go skateboarding with me. Really, they're all totally hot. They fuck girls mostly, but we're all so horned most of the time that we don't turn down a hot male ass or two, when it's available. Plus, we jerk each other off all the time, and a bunch of us like to suck cock..."

"Perfect." Ryan immediately pictured a whole team of straight, horny high school skaterats lining up to stick their big teen dicks in his hole. He couldn't wait to set up a meeting with the paperboy's studly friends.

The following Saturday morning, Ryan rose earlier to pack a bag for the twelve-hour journey to the UK. He was just putting his favorite sex toys into the suitcase when his cell phone rang. By the special ring tone, he knew without looking or answering who it was. "Hey, Brady."

"There's some problem with the agency's plane," Brady told him. His voice sounded weary from the inconvenience and the early hour.

"Hm, great." Ryan looked down at his half-packed belongings. "How long will it take to fix it?"

"Too long. Altman wants you there on Monday. We're going to have to fly commercial, later on tonight."

"Shit. I hate commercial."

"I know, and I'm sorry. We tried to get a charter but there wasn't one available on short notice. Don't worry though, the flight we're going on is a red-eye, so I don't think it's going to be very full."

"Cool. What time?"

"We're flying out of LAX tonight at 10:30. I'll pick you up at your place around 7, OK?"

Ryan reached into his boxer shorts and pulled on his dick, already thinking about how many cocks he could get in the extra twelve hours of time. "Very cool. See you then."

"Ladies and gentlemen, this is your first class attendant speaking..."

The first class attendant was a total fox, by anyone's standards: Tall, with dark, slicked-back hair, deep-set coal-black eyes, a square jaw, and a tight butt and package packed into his uniform. He stared intensely at both Ryan and Brady the whole time he was delivering his take-off routine, but while Ryan imagined the stud wanted to fuck him, Brady thought it was more realistic he was simply star-struck.

"What's the fuckin' difference?" Ryan asked with a whisper. "Part of being famous is that everyone wants to fuck you. I'm going to wait until we're in the air, and then slip up there and see what's what."

Brady smirked. "So, with our twelve-hour delay today, did you manage to score any action?"

"What do you think? Of course I did," Ryan grinned. "I went to a glory hole in the park and sucked some cocks for a while, and then one of them was so big and nice that I pulled my pants down and backed up to the hole. I took that stud's jizz deep inside me, right through the wall. Pretty fuckin' nice."

"Yeah," Brady agreed. "Who else?"

"Two players, and a guy from the internet," Ryan replied. "Oh, and then Nick and Drew Lachey came by to pound me one more time before they left on tour."

"Sweet. That's six loads..." Brady licked his lips.

"Yeah. But I already cleaned them out. Sorry, babe!"

Brady laughed. "It's OK. I'll just have to wait until you collect some more. Probably soon, knowing you!"

Then both young men realized the attendant had stopped speaking altogether. Although the plane had not yet pulled away from the gate, the jetway had been removed, and the cabin entrance had been sealed shut. However, the attendant and a few other crew had suddenly gathered near the entrance door again, and one of them was receiving instructions over the intercom phone.

After two or three minutes of this confusion, a different voice came over the PA:

"Uh, ladies and gentlemen, this is your captain. We've added of some last-minute passengers, and we need to return the jetway so that they can get on the plane. As you know we have a pretty empty flight tonight, and these boys missed their connection getting over to Paris, so we're going to let them ride with us. They are a high school soccer team going to an international competition. We're sorry here for the inconvenience. It shouldn't take more than ten minutes to get all of them on board the plane, and then we'll be on our way."

Ryan only heard four words in that whole announcement: high, school, soccer, and team. Ever since his encounter with the paperboy and his studly friend, Ryan had craved boy-cock, and hard fucks from hot boys much, much younger than himself. In the last several days he had cruised the online chat rooms for young cock, cajoled Brady into picking up young-looking street hustlers on Sunset and Melrose, and even gone to a glory hole at the local Boys and Girls Club, a well-known haven for chicken and chicken-hawks to meet up. All in all, he'd gotten well over a dozen cute teen-aged boys to fuck him since the morning romp with the paperboy, but alas, with Ryan it was never enough.

Sure enough, when the cabin entrance re-opened, the first several passengers through the door were all stunning specimens of prime young jock meat. The boys were lanky but athletic, and wore very little to hide their tan muscles and hairy, sexy legs. Laughing and dragging their duffle bags, they chatted playfully with each other as they wandered onto the plane, through the first class section, and back to the multiple rows of seats that had been newly reserved for them at the rear of the plane. Ryan watched with wide eyes as one beautiful young jock after another stepped onto the plane, for a total of two dozen young studs in all.

Toward the back of the line was kid who stood alone, quieter than his teammates but every bit as beautiful. He had short blond hair in a buzzcut, and his features were vaguely Scandinavian. He had the perfect soccer player's body: stout frame, toned legs, square shoulders, and a broad chest. He paused in first class, waiting for the line of boys ahead of him to find their seats, and in a moment of patient distraction, he happened to look down at the seat next to where he stood, and right into Ryan's eyes.

"Hey," the kid spoke. "You're..."

"Yep," Ryan confirmed in a low, conspiratorial tone. He didn't want the others to overhear them. "Where are you guys from?"

"All around the Bay area," the kid replied. "I live in Cupertino." He moved the duffle bag he was carrying and slung it over one shoulder, freeing him to extend his hand. "I'm Kris."

"Ryan," Ryan said, taking the boy's hand. "Nice to meet you."

"You too. I'm...a big fan."

Kris was blushing now. It looked fantastic. He was medium height, with blond spikey hair and tanned, toned muscles. Just like his teammates, he wore only bermuda-style baggy shorts and an untucked jersey, which showed off his cute hairy belly and his tapered waist whenever he stretched his arms in any direction. His legs were statuesque, as though they had been sculpted from marble. At crotch level, inches from Brady's and Ryan's faces, a large bulge showed under the cotton fabric of Kris' soccer shorts. Ryan licked his lips.

"If..." Ryan began, suddenly hasty. The rest of the line had moved ahead. "If...you want, you can come up here and join us. Later. I mean, there's lots of empty seats."

Kris was incredulous. "Man, that would be awesome. Thanks."

"See you later, then."

As the airline crew once more prepared for take-off, Brady leaned over to his friend and employer and said in a teasing tone, "You're such a chicken-hawk."

"Yeah right," Ryan shot back. "Like you weren't checking out all that fine-looking cock getting on the plane yourself. You'd have to be dead not to want all those throbbing teen hard-ons up your ass."

"True," Brady agreed. The truth was, he'd had a hard-on himself ever since the first high school soccer player appeared on the jetway and stepped into first class.

"Besides, at that age, they can just pump out the cum like there's no tomorrow," Ryan said. "Shit, when my sixteen-year-old paperboy shoots his jizz inside me, it feels like a firehose pointed straight up my ass."

"Yeah, that sounds nice. How does he like to fuck you?"

"He seems to like it best when I'm on my knees. He's a couple inches shorter than me, kind of a wrestler build, so if I just point my butt up at him he can shove it right in and ride me hard." Ryan looked up to accept a cup of water from the flight attendant, who was obviously overhearing some of their conversation. "Thank you, Todd," Ryan said with a sexy smile, reading the stud's nametag.

"You're welcome, Mr. Phillippe," Todd said in a low tone, smiling back. "Please, don't let me interrupt."

Ryan made direct, prolonged eye contact with this swarthy man, then returned to talking to Brady. "So, the paperboy has been doing me doggy-style most of the time. I try to bend over for him as far as I can, so his huge cock can go straight down into me, and when he blasts his cum, I can feel it go all the way inside."

"Hot," Brady said, distracted by Todd's fantastic ass, hugged inside his dark cloth pants as he moved forward through the cabin. "Jesus, that flight attendant is a sexy guy," he added to Ryan under his breath.

"Yep. And it's a long flight," Ryan pointed out playfully. "Ever joined the mile-high club?"

"No, I haven't. Have you?"

"A few times. But it was always on the company charter. Alan would fly in some players to the location where I was shooting, and we'd fuck on the set when I had some spare moments, and then they'd fuck me on the plane going back to L.A." Ryan looked up and down the fuselage of their plane, which was now careening down the runway, preparing to take flight. "Never on a commercial flight, though. Could be hot!"

It took nearly an hour after take-off for Kris to summon the nerve to join the boys in their part of the cabin. The whole plane was dark by now. First class only had two other people in it, and they were fast asleep in a different row, so Kris took a seat across the aisle from Brady and Ryan.

"Hi stud," Brady greeted him. "I'm glad you decided to join us." He gave the young jock a smoldering gaze to make it obvious he approved of the boy's fine features and chiseled body.

"Yeah, thanks," Kris smiled, looking down shyly. "We fly around a lot. Our team is probably on planes at least three times every month. It's kinda cool to...meet new people along the way."

"Wow, you must be a very good team to travel to so many matches," Brady said.

Ryan added, "Yeah. That must be how you stay in such great shape. Your body is awesome, man."

Kris was silent for a moment, nervous about how to proceed. "So what are you guys doing in England?"

"Ryan's in a movie that's shooting over there. We'll be there for a couple of weeks."

"That's cool."

Brady, seated closest to their new young friend, continued making small talk with him, as the checked out each other's crotches. At one point, they weren't making eye contact at all, and when Brady looked up at Kris' face he caught the boy half-consciously licking his lips. Meanwhile, Ryan listened in, and looked frequently up at Todd, seated in his staff chair at the front of the cabin. Todd was supposedly reading a fitness magazine, but his beautiful dark eyes were on the first-class studs and their conversation. As Kris and Brady continued to talk, Todd eventually put down his magazine and casually approached their seats.

"Can I get you gentlemen anything right now?" he asked suggestively. He was facing Kris' seat, and his clear arousal made a huge bulge in the front of his uniform. Brady and Ryan noticed first, and then Kris looked up and saw it as well. He gulped, wide-eyed, and then looked around nervously. "I'm the only attendant on duty up here," Todd continued softly. "So if I you need anything, just be sure to let me know."

It was now approaching midnight, and the airline crew had already explained they would be dimming all of the lights and suspending any further announcements so that the passengers could get their sleep. The next meal service wasn't scheduled until morning.

"Uh, I think our friend Kris here might need to use the washroom," Ryan suggested playfully. To clear up any ambiguity, he reached forward and gently grabbed the bulge in the front of Todd's uniform.

Kris shot the blond star a quick, terrified look. "I...uh, um..."

Todd smiled, and laid his hand over Ryan's momentarily, his hard cock jumping at the added stimuation. "Right this way, kid," he said, and walked toward the front washroom, reserved for first-class guests. In a trance, Kris followed, and no sooner had he entered the tiny compartment than Todd, with one last glance around the cabin and a sly smile at Ryan and Brady, ducked into the washroom behind the soccer stud.

"Damn," Brady whistled. "I'd love to be a fly on the wall in there right now."

Ryan laughed. "There probably isn't even room for a fly on the wall in there right now." He looked down at Brady's lap and noticed the bulge growing there, as well. Lovingly, he reached over and discreetly rubbed Brady's big cock through his jeans. "But I know what you mean. That little blond hunk is going to get it deep in his ass right now, I bet. Lucky kid. And it looks like the flight attendant has a big ol' dick."

Kris sweated in the pitch darkness, hi lithe body pressed forward against the washroom compartment's rear wall. Then Todd, behind him, slid the latch to lock the door, and the dim light came on. Not that Kris could really see much. With Todd's body in there with him, he was confined to simply planting his feet in the only available locations--on either side of the tiny stool--and gravity propelled him forward so that his palms were flat against the curved exterior wall of the fuselage. From this vantage point, the only thing truly visible was the speckled off-white wall, and the flush button below him on the back of the commode.

Todd stirred behind him, undoing his uniform. Kris grew excited and short of breath. Their bodies were so close that when Todd unbuttoned his pants they had no room to fall to the floor, so the foxy attendant grabbed them and pulled them, along with Kris' athletic shorts, down the seam between their bodies, to about mid-thigh. It wasn't traditional but it was comfortable and plenty convenient for what they were about to do.

No words were spoken, at least at first. Kris instantly felt Todd's giant hard-on pressed against him. First it was wedged between Todd's ab muscles and Kris' firm left buttock, but after a moment of slapping it around, Todd quickly had the hard dick aligned with the young stud's crack and hole. Kris realized he was about to stick it in and panicked: Was he going to be fucked without lube? I mean, he had some fresh cum up there from that afternoon, when three of the other jocks from the team had come by his house and taken turns deep-fucking him in his parents' basement family room. But his hole had shrunk back down by now; he needed something to soften it up.

Fortunately, then next sound he heard was Todd squeezing a bottle and rubbing the stuff around on his cock. Kris breathed a sigh of relief. Then, a moment later, before he had a chance to even anticipate what was happening, the thick knob of Todd's monster cock was prying its way into his hole. It felt divine at first, scratching the ticklish sphincter, but then, as it began filling him, the unexpected girth and the abrupt way their act was proceeding began causing Kris pain. He yelped and winced, then realized he couldn't fight it, and simply relaxed forward as best he could, still supporting himself against the washroom's back wall.

Then, the cock was all the way in him, and all pain went away. There was nothing but bliss. Todd kept his cock there, motionless and fully installed, for a few seconds, just to let the moment sink in and to give his sexy young prey a chance to collect his wits. After that, he pulled back, gently but firmly, until his cock was nearly removed and his bare butt was grazing the compartment door. He had done this so many times before, to so many wonderful, hot, willing young boy's asses, that he had the stroke perfectly measured. He also had the pace just right: deep and hard enough to bring the optimum pleasure over the shortest time, but not so wild as to cause a ruckus as create a scene. He fucked Kris like this, mechanically and hard.

Kris, meanwhile, was in a state of bliss. He loved men's cocks, he especially loved getting them up his ass, and while he got all of the hard cock he ever wanted from the other boys on his team, it was a rare treat to meet such a hot, slightly older man who knew what he wanted, and how to take it out of Kris' hot ass. Of course, the fact that Todd was beautiful and well-hung didn't hurt matters in the slightest. Kris whined out a long, low-pitched quiet moan of pure ecstasy as he felt the plane stud's rocket pump evenly in and out of his rear end, probing him deeper and harder with every thrust, and finally planting its seed inside him.

Less than five minutes later, the washroom door was unlatched, and Todd slipped out, glancing furtively around the fuselage, then flashing a vague and knowing smile in the boys' direction. A minute or so after that, Kris emerged as well, his shorts and T-shirt fetchingly disheveled, his expression in a kind of daze.

"So how was that?" Ryan asked as soon as he sat back down.

"Whoa," was all the boy could say at first. "I mean...uh, wow...that was..."

"Pretty amazing?" Brady asked. "C'mon, you can tell us. "What did you guys do in there?"

Kris looked at them, not sure at first how to verbalize his thoughts, or whether he should share them with these two sexy strangers. But the intensity of his recent experience was making him feel at peace.

"It was fuckin' great," he said. "Man, I forgot how good that was. It's been a few weeks since I did it..."

"Did what?" Ryan asked.

"Got fucked. On a plane." Kris didn't look at the other boys when he said it.

"Man, that's awesome," Brady said. "Good for you. That guy is hot! Are you doing OK?"

Kris looked up then, and his eyes flashed excitement. "Me? Oh yeah, man, I'm fine. It was great." The boy was obviously shy, but he was experienced. "You're right, the guy is very hot. Nice big cock, too!"

"Sweet," Ryan said excitedly. "Maybe I'll have to check it out for myself..."

"You?" Kris was incredulous. "You mean..."

Brady spoke up. "Yup. Ryan here is a bona fide sperm-catcher. His ass sees more action than a whore's pussy."

"Mmmm," Ryan agreed heartily, looking up once again at Todd, who was checking some items stored in the galley bins. The lighting perfectly struck his round butt inside his pants. "How did he fuck you?"

Kris shrugged. "He just yanked my shorts down and stuck it in. Usually I like to suck on it first---I love to suck a nice big cock and make it wet for fucking--but there wasn't really room."

"No lube?" Brady asked.

"Yeah, he had some," Kris said. "I've got some cum in there too, from getting fucked earlier today. Plus, I fingered and lubed myself when I jerked off a few hours ago, so my hole was nice and ready for a fuck."

"That's hot," Brady said. "Man, I want some of that, too. Did he shoot his cum in your ass?"

"Oh yeah. Nice big load."

Brady exchanged a knowing glance with Ryan, who simply smiled. "Uh, can I...lick it out?"

Kris' eyes grew wide. "You mean..." He glanced around the near-pitch-dark cabin.

"Yeah, right here. Look, just move over..."

Kris moved to the window seat, and Brady crossed the aisle to join him. In one deft move, Kris pulled down his shorts and got on his knees, his cute face pressed close to the dark window. Brady instantly crouched behind him and pressed his face into the soccer stud's fresh young ass. The pungent odor of hot cum propelled his tongue into the boy's beautiful crack, and he made short work of licking all around it, deep inside the hole, dredging out as much of Todd's tasty, sticky load as he could find.

"Oh...yes...oh man, yes..." Kris whimpered softly, not wanting to call any attention from the sleeping passengers nearby. Brady expertly ran his tongue into the young jock's clean, perfect ass, holding the tan globes of his butt open with both hands and humming with relish as he pressed his face between their flesh.

Todd watched all of this from his seat at the front of the cabin, and when Brady was finished and Kris had pulled his shorts back up, he again approached the boys. "OK my friends," he said, smiling. "It's too risky doing that stuff up here. But if you like, there are some empty rows all the way at the back of the plane..."

"Perfect," Ryan said, already unbuckling his safety belt. "We'll have more room that way, anyway. And I want to get my ass fucked, too."

"And me as well!" Brady chimed in. At this point, he meant only that he wanted to feel Todd's big bone deep inside him, but Kris had another idea.

"Hey, my buddies will do it," he suggested. All three men turned to look at him. "Yeah, we do it all the time. Sometimes with a guy, sometimes a girl. They're all horny and they just like to fuck. And we're sitting in the back rows already. The whole rest of the plane is asleep..."

Ryan was fully aroused at this point. "Are you sure?"

"Well, let me go check with them," Kris said. "But yeah, it shouldn't be a problem." He took off through the curtain into the coach class cabin.

Todd was giving both Brady and Ryan a look of passionate will. "So, while we're waiting..." he invited.

Brady looked at Ryan. "Do you mind if I go...?"

"Be my guest," Ryan said. "It sounds like I'll be getting plenty of cock very soon anyway."

So Brady followed Todd into the washroom, and just as Kris had done, he simply leaned forward over the toilet as the humpy flight attendant opened his fly, then unbuttoned Brady's jeans and pulled them all the way down, boxers and all. Todd has a bottle of lube with him, and he squirted a handful onto his cock, using the excess to lube up Brady's hole for entry. Seconds later, the huge cock began pressing its way into Brady's rectum, and Brady let out a moan of satisfaction at the stud's intrusion.

"Uuhhnh," Brady grunted, instantly out of breath. "Oh man, that's a big fuckin' cock...I want you to fill me with that thing!"

Happy to comply, Todd continued pushing forward, his long glorious dick snaking its way up Brady's intimate back passage. Once he was all the way in, he readjusted his grip on Brady's hips, muttered "OK, hang on..." and proceeded to bang the hot man's hole in long, steady strokes.

"Oh yes...oh yeah...fuck me Todd...do it, bang me, drill me hard...harder!" Brady groaned.

Todd loved Brady's tight, submissive body, and began a low mutter of expletives as he took Brady's fine young ass. "Yeah...take it...you little fucking whore...you love that big cock...take my cock in your pussy...take it just like that hot kid did...I want to give you my big load just like I gave it to him..."

Brady was in heaven, reduced to mere grunts and moans as he pushed his ass back and forth to take all of Todd's giant pole. The friction of Todd fucking him made his ass feel full and hot, filled with cock in the best way. Too soon, he felt the stud flight attendant achieving his climax, and then long hot ropes of fresh jizz were escaping way up high into Brady's asshole. Brady waited for the stud to finish, then stood up, wrenching his neck backward for a furtive open-mouth kiss.

Seconds later, Todd popped open the door to the washroom and let himself out, zipping his fly and adjusting his uniform as Ryan looked on with approval. Brady gathered himself and pulled his jeans and boxers back up, then let himself out as well.

"Thanks man, that was hot," he whispered to Todd in the galley. "I just wish it wasn't so fast!"

"It's gotta be, in my job. I can usually do it in under five minutes. Sometimes faster, on shorter flights."

Brady licked his lips. "I could use another ride on that sperm-hose, and I bet Ryan would like it too...are you staying over in London at all?"

"Just overnight. But I fly back at least once a week."

"That's great," Brady said. "Ryan is shooting in the countryside but he's got a hotel room to use in London on the week-ends. Maybe we can get your information and hook up with you sometime there?"

Todd flashed a handsome smile, and his dark eyes flickered with excitement. "Perfect. You've got a date!"

As soon as Brady got back to his seat, Kris re-emerged from the coach cabin.

"Sounds like we're on, dudes," he said. "All the guys are willing to go for it. I didn't tell them who you were."

"Cool," Ryan said. "So they're all going to fuck me? Can I take their loads, too?"

"Yeah man, as long as you don't mind getting your ass spermed by a bunch of horny straight guys."

"I got no problem with that," Ryan said excitedly.

"Cool," Kris said. "OK, so go to the back row and sit in 45-C. It's the middle seat in that row. Take your pants and underwear off but leave your shirt on. That way it won't look too crazy if people end up looking back there."

"Right," Ryan agreed. "But what about when your friends are fucking me?"

"The guys are going to come one at a time and sit in the aisle seat right next to you. When the coast is clear they'll open their pants and lube up. All you have to do is sit down on their cocks and take their fucks and loads."

"Hot," Brady said. "It sounds like you already had this all planned out!"

Kris gave a coy shrug. "Well, we've kinda done it before a few times, on red-eye flights," he admitted. "But only with one or two guys. It will be trickier with all of us but if we're careful it should be fuckin' hot and fun! If we do it quietly no one else on the plane will notice. I left a blanket for you on the seat, so if a flight attendant or anyone else comes by, you can just cover up with that."

Ryan was already out of his seat and climbing into the aisle. "45C?" he queried as he reached the curtained doorway leading into the coach cabin.

"45-C," Kris confirmed, and Ryan disappeared.

Brady and Kris chatted a while after Ryan left, mostly about Ryan's varied and wild sex life. Brady regaled the young hunk with tales of Ryan's wanton prowess and many sexual adventures, including a few that Brady himself had taken part in. Kris listened, wide-eyed and aroused. He seemed very turned on by the stories, and he was very attracted to Brady himself. Several times while they were talking, Kris' gaze gradually lowered to take in Brady's hot, tight body, and he had a watery look of lust when he returned to meet Brady's piercing blue-eyed gaze. Overall, it had the effect of making Kris want Brady's cock in his ass also, but alas, they both figured that wasn't meant to be--not on this flight, at least. But it made him feel hot all over just thinking about it. Brady noticed the bulge in Kris' baggy shorts as their conversation ensued.

Then, after about fifteen minutes, the curtain opened abruptly and one of Kris' teammates came bounding up to their seat. He was a lanky, handsome kid with longish dark hair and broad shoulders. He collapsed onto the open seat next to Brady.

"Holy shit Krisser," he panted. Brady noticed that the boy's fly was still partially undone, and a vague aroma of sweat and cum hovered around him. "That's some good fuckin' sex. Shit, that blond kid just sucked all the cum out of me with his butt!"

"He's a good fuck, isn't he," Brady said, and introduced himself to the stud.

"Yeah, what a great little ass. I'm going to have to try some more of that later. I'm Greg," the new boy said, shaking Brady's hand. "I'm on the team with Kris here."

"Greg's straight," Kris told Brady with a rueful smile at his friend. "But he sure likes to get off with boys!"

Greg laughed. "Hey, my dick doesn't know male ass from female ass, or a guy's mouth from a girl's," he said. "Besides, when the team travels all the time like this, we all get horny, and we gotta help each other out. We do some wild shit sometimes, all of us, but this trip takes the cake!"

"What kind of wild shit?" Brady wanted to know.

"You know. The usual bullshit. Hand-jobs on the bus. Circle-jerks in the hotel rooms. Every once in a while one guy will suck the others off in the locker room after a long practice or a good game."

"Yeah," Kris said, smirking in a sly manner. "And then there's the after-school club..."

"What's that?" Brady asked.

Greg explained. "Sometimes we pick a teammate who likes being fucked and we'll all do him at one of our houses after practice. We even had a thing with one of the other teams in town for a while where if one team lost the game, they had to offer a guy to the other team to be their slave for a day and a night."

"That sounds pretty wild," Brady said, looking over at Kris. "So Kris, were you ever the slave? Did that other team ever get that sweet ass of yours as their booty prize when your team lost a game?"

"No-o-o-o..." Kris protested, smiling shyly. "We didn't lose very often. And when we do, there's this other kid, Johnny, who has a really great ass, so we usually send him. The hotter the ass on the guy we send to them, the hotter the ass on the guy we get to fuck when we win." Then he looked impishly up at Terry, who beamed at him with a knowing grin. "But...I have let a few of the guys on our team give me pleasure from time to time..."

Greg howled. "From time to time? Shit, from the night Krisser here discovered how much he liked big cocks up his ass, he wouldn't leave us alone! We all fucked him every single night, for weeks..."

"Do you let them cum in your hole, Kris?" Brady asked.

"Always," Kris said. "That's the best part, I think. I love feeling some stud's cream spray all over inside the walls of my asshole. After they cum in me, I'll usually stick my fingers in there and eat it all out."

"It's true, he always does that," Greg confirmed. "Kris has a nice, sweet hole that loves to massage my cock. I even let him fuck me a couple of times, but I made him promise not to tell the rest of the team!"

Kris laughed softly. "Yeah, you're a pretty good fuck yourself, man. And you seem to like it. You should whore yourself out to them team, like I do. Or sell that hot butt through a personal ad on the web!"

"Ha! That's right! Kris even gets paid for getting fucked by guys," Greg told Brady. "He likes it that much!"

"Paid? Are you serious? You mean..."

"Yeah," Kris said, shy again. "I'm a slut, in the true sense of the word. I got told by a few guys that my ass was good enough to pay for, so I decided to try it."

"That's incredible," Brady marveled. "How much do men pay you?"

"It depends," Kris said. "I only do it if the guy is good-looking, or if he has a good cock. Sometimes, if he's both, I'll let him fuck me and I'll take his load for, like fifty bucks. But usually I can charge around a hundred. More than that, if I stay the night."

"Damn, that's a pretty good income!"

"Yeah, it gives me some spending money. And I get a real variety of cocks a loads inside me. But the team keeps me busy, too, so I can't complain."

"Tell him about your finals week special," Greg said, egging him on.

"Finals week?" Brady inquired.

Kris took a deep breath. "At the local college, on-campus only. A lot of guys stay up late, trying to study and cram for finals, and they get horny, so I offer a discount," he explained. "Twenty bucks, I come to their dorm room, drop my shorts, and the guy gets to hammer my ass until he shoots his load. It's pretty popular, and I make good cash. I can usually get between 100-200 bucks every night for a week."

Brady was in awe. The wheels were turning in his head: He would love to sell his ass for money, just for the thrill of it! Or sell Ryan's! Even though neither of them really needed the money, it might be a lot of fun. "That's fuckin' great," he complimented his new friend. "You sound like a real insatiable little hunk!"

Kris merely looked down into the bulge in his lap and blushed, flashing his fetching young jock grin.

Meanwhile, in row 45, a young lad named Cody was enjoying some of the nest sexual sensations of his young life. He'd never even considered fucking boys until joining this team, and when Kris and a few of the others revealed their enjoyment of being a bottom-slut for the rest of the team, Cody was unsure he was up for such a challenge. From the first time he felt a male ass around his pole, however, he knew and understood this was a sensation he couldn't live without.

That was nearly a year ago. Now, a few weeks after his seventeenth birthday, he was on a dark plane, and some lithe, late-twenties anonymous male hotbody was mounted on his cock, pleasuring both Cody and himself as he worked Cody's throbbing, juicy boner with his talented hole. The slut was facing away from him, but Cody could still hear the faint moaning that accompanied each long exhale from the boy as he expertly squeezed the shaft of Cody's prick while riding it gently and silently up and down.

Cody still very much loved sex with women, and he (like most of the team) partook of it as often as he was able. He loved to fuck girls, both in their asses and in their pussies; he loved looking down at a hot chick giving him head, and he absolutely loved, more than anything at all, eating out a girl's cunt. There were a few female soccer whores at his school who put out at the drop of a hat for any of the boys on his team, and quite often his teammates would get together and gang-bang one or two of them, up to eight or ten young soccer hunks at a time, all taking turns pumping their steaming teen loads into these beautiful wanton girls at both ends. Just recently, in fact, Cody, Kris, Greg, and the twins (Jamie and Jeremiah) had met a girl at a party and taken her home to the twins' basement and fucked her on the spare bed in the family room for most of the night. Her ripe, firm, eighteen-year-old tits had bounced in a rhythm with the bedsprings as she spread her legs and moaned a constant stream of obsceni ties and encouragement, as all five boys used her dripping cooze repeatedly for their own pleasure.

Strange, then, that whenever any of the boys wanted, they could have much the same pleasure with Kris himself. There were other known sissies around the school who had a reputation for putting out for other boys, and all of the soccer studs knew full well that if they wanted to find other young gay men to give up their asses to them it would hardly be a difficult task. However, the convenience of always having Krisser around, especially on their frequent out-of-town match trips, along with the fact that Krisser was their buddy and an all-around masculine kid and a great sport--all of this made their habit of fucking him more appealing. All the teammates did it at one time or another: straight, gay, bi, or undecided, with girlfriends or single, cocky or shy, all of the soccer team eventually learned the secret of Krisser' hot, insatiable ass.

When the team went on the road, the boys frequently argued about whose turn it was to share a room with Kris. Typically there were four boys to a room, so with twenty-five boys on the team, that meant that each player's turn only came around once every eight trips. Whoever was lucky enough to share a room (or especially a bed) with Kris got to fuck his ass all night, for as long as he wanted, as many times as he wanted, as long as he shared with the others in the room.

The door to the hotel room was also always left partially ajar so that the other teammates could stop by throughout the evening and fuck the stud team bottom. When they entered, they would invariable find Krisser in one of two positions on the bed: On his back, his cute chest muscles jiggling with the rhythm and his tan, hairy soccer legs wrapped around the chest of the lucky stud who was plunging in and out of his teen jock pussy; or, for the more dominant teammates, on his knees, clutching a pillow or the headboard, aggressively pushing his round ass straight backward to meet each of his top's powerful thrusts.

When Cody fucked Krisser, he preferred the team slut to be on his back. He was turned on by the soulful looks Krisser gave gazing up at Cody as he fucked him, good and hard. Watching Krisser's expressions and knowing how much he loved getting his cock just made Cody want to bang him harder, deeper, longer. And even though Cody loved women, he had to admit that most of his best orgasms were always with Krisser, or even thinking about banging Krisser during those frequent moments alone when Cody was jacking off.

Just then the slut clenched down tightly on Cody's rod with his pucker, and sped up his strokes. "Oh fuck," Cody whispered, and shot his creamy load into the mysterious blond hunk's already sperm-filled bowels.

Ryan was in ecstasy. He'd been fucked by about half the team by now, he estimated, and there were still several hours to go before the plane landed in England. The loads of cream inside him were constantly leaking out of his ass, and each slab of teen jockmeat he took inside him plunged more the juices out and sent them streaming down his legs. So, as he mounted yet another hot dick, he positioned his legs as wide apart as possible so he could reach down between them, wiping the cum off his inner thighs and feeding it into his mouth. The boys fucking him seemed to approve of this activity, and he loved the taste of fresh spunk, especially spunk that had just been shot into his warm, moist, iniviting male hole.

As he felt around his thighs for more leaking cum to swallow, he frequently brushed against the boy's cock that was fucking him. All of these studs were exceptionally well-hung, and many were especially thick around the base. It was a turn-on to stick his hand underneath and feel this action. If he stretched his arm he could just barely wrap his thumb and forefinger around the studs shaft and squeeze it for added stimulation, causing the soccer fucker to groan with extra delight as he continued pummeling in and out of Ryan's rear.

The boy presently fucking him was called Jeremiah by the others, and Ryan could swear he was identical to the boy who had fucked him shortly before, called Jamie. Fucked by high school soccer jock identical twins. How perfect! There was evidence, however, that their similarities were not total: Ryan was sure this brother had an additional half-inch or so of length over his twin's already monstrous cock.

"Oh yes-s-ss..." Ryan moaned, ever so softly. He figured the tops could hear him, but he didn't want to draw attention to their sex party from the other passengers several rows ahead, so he moaned mostly to himself. "Big...fucking cock...that feels...so fucking good...yeah, fuck me, use my ass...little fuckin' stud..."

From a nearby seat, Jamie watched his gorgeous twin brother exert himself, fucking this blond beauty's hole. He was jealous. On most trips by plane, Jamie would find a way to sneak off and get his brother's dick deep inside his own ass. Jeremiah had been fucking him for three years now, ever since, at age fifteen, Jamie announced to his twin that he was gay. Jeremiah was straight, but always very horny. In fact, they were both Scorpios, and horny teen-agers beside, so very soon after Jamie's confession he was sucking his brother's big cock every chance he got, and not too long later Jamie was taking his brother's cock up his ass just about every night. It was their little secret; not even their teammates knew, though many suspected.

Jamie knew he had to be a good-looking guy, because his twin brother Jeremiah was one of the hottest studs he had ever seen. Even in the dim light of the plane, he could make out his brother's sexy features: his square jaw; the thick hair on his legs, chest and arms; his broad pectoral muscles and his iron quads, from years of training as the team's center forward. Jamie was the team's goalie and had a slighter build than his brother, but all the same bone structure and the same smoldering Irish good looks.

The scene in 45-C of his hot brother fucking this blond stud was too much. Shit, whoever he was, this kid was a dead ringer for Ryan Phillippe, the movie star Jamie himself has dreamed of boning for several years. The raging hard-on in Jamie's shorts begged to be released, even though he'd shot his own wad into the slut's hole only twenty minutes before. Silently, he opened his short and pulled out his aching rod, beating it in time to Jeremiah's strokes into the bottom-boy's rectum, dreaming his brother was fucking him instead.

Brady wanted to stay and hear more stories about the soccer team playing together and Kris whoring out his incredible tight young ass, but he realized that he could go to the back of the plane right now and see the same studs in action. He departed the first class cabin, making his way down the dark aisle past all the sleeping bodies in coach, until he reached the back of the plane. His eager young friends Kris and Terry followed behind him in close pursuit.

Kris was right, the sex didn't attract much attention until you got all the way to row 45, and even then you had to really focus a moment in the dark to see what was happening. At first glance, it appeared only that Ryan was sitting in a seat by himself, moving slightly up and down, and leaning slightly forward. But as you came fully upon the row, it was clear there was another person sitting there also, behind and under Ryan. Brady couldn't make out the stud's face but he did see a beautiful pair of splayed legs, opened up like butterfly wings, with Ryan resting between them, bouncing on the unseen jock's crotch. The jock had his hands around Ryan's belly, his small, strong hand clutching the movie star's abdomen as he gently rode up and down on the young man's cock.

"Ohh...Brady..." Ryan greeted his friend, moaning. "Shit...this is a nice big one...nice, big...cock..."

Terry returned to his original seat, up a few rows from the sex scene. Kris and Brady quickly shuffled into the adjacent seats in row 45, across the aisle form 45-C.

"Oh, yes...yes-s-s..." Ryan continued softly, just loud enough for the boys around him to hear. "Oh, fuck me, stud...that's so good...nice, big cock of yours...feels so good in my pussy...yeah, man...oh fuck, it feels so good...in my hole..."

As their eyes adjusted to the dark, Brady and Kris could make out the features of Dan, the boy who was fucking Ryan. Like Greg and Kris, he had broad shoulders and thick, yummy legs, but he also had more brawn than them, and was somewhat taller. He had a sexy tan, a square jaw, and a dark hair cut short, caesar-style. To Brady, he looked like the quintessential straight horny boy-jock from every gay kid's fantasies, and for all he knew, that's what he was.

Kris already had his shorts open again and was beating his monster rod. "Can I?" Brady asked, reaching over. Without replying, the younger boy moved his hand away and let Brady stroke his cock. After a minute of this, Brady pulled down his own jeans, releasing his own turgid prick, which Kris instantly took in hand and started pulling on. Together they jerked each other off while looking over at Ryan, their insatiable and sexy blond friend, still wearing his Armani T-shirt but with no pants on underneath, as he expertly fucked himself on Kris' teammate's giant cock.

Dan, the young top, grimaced as Ryan rode up and down on his fleshy pole, his concentration devoted utterly to the pleasure Ryan's ass-tube was giving his fuck-stick. Brady knew all too well how Ryan's ass could grip a whole cock and milk it up and down, squeezing out all the pent-up sexual energy. Soon enough, the soccer hunk reached the point of no return, and he started thrusting heartily up into Ryan's asshole, pounding out a flurry of a few dozen frenzied strokes as he sprayed his seed deep into Ryan's loins.

When he was done, Ryan moved silently aside, and without a word, the jock who had fucked him pulled up his shorts, buttoned them, and departed, with only a half-smile in Kris' general direction.

"God, it's fuckin hot," Ryan whispered to them, taking the aisle seat so he could lean in close for dialogue. He reached down to feed himself more of the leaking cum. "Kris, man, thanks for setting this up."

"No worries, man," Kris said. "It's a fuckin' hot scene. It's fun to watch. Man, I wish it were me!"

"Yeah, I'm jealous too," Brady said. "I'm just going to sit here for a while. I love watching all these studs take your hole. How many have done you so far?"

Ryan smiled proudly. "I've got fourteen loads so far," he replied. "Fourteen hot, creamy loads from fourteen beautiful, delicious young studs. And it sounds like there's at least a dozen more!"

"Don't worry," Kris laughed. "They'll all fuck you. These guys are horny as anything. Once they're done, the first ones will probably be ready to fuck you again."

"Bring 'em on, I can take it," Ryan vowed. At that, his next customer appeared looming in the darkness: Jake, a strapping, sandy-haired kid with cute, lop-sided smile. Ryan moved aside to make room for him. "Have a seat, kid. I'm ready when you are."

By the end of a few hours, Ryan indeed had all twenty-five boys' cum inside him, and several of the more eager ones were already waiting around for seconds. Ryan was ready for them, but Brady made him do something else first: get on his knees across the seats so that Brady could clean his hole of all their cum.

"What are you doing now?" one of the soccer boys wanted to know. Several had gathered around to watch.

"Something special that I like very much," Brady said, his heart racing with anticipation. He knew this act would probably gross out a few of them, but he scarcely cared. He lowered his nose to Ryan's freshly fucked butt, where the all the most recent creamy loads of hot fresh jism were already leaking out and running down the insides of his legs. He licked first at the rivulets of jock-juice on Ryan's hairy leg-flesh, then burrowed his tongue and face good and deep up inside his hole, slurping away at all the oozing spunk he could find. There were twenty-five young jock loads of fresh cum in there, and he wanted to eat it all.

"Holy shit!" muttered one of the sexy clan. "He's licking out our cum!"

"Dude, that's sick," another one chimed in.

"It feels pretty good," Kris told them. "He did it to me earlier, after the flight attendant in first class fucked my ass."

"No shit?" a teammate laughed. "Fuck, Krisser, you're a total hot dog. I shoulda known you'd pull this off."

"Hey man, don't knock it," the first jock retorted. "This dude was the best fuck I've had in a year, boy or girl or whatever."

"Even better than me?" his companion, Jake, the strapping sandy-haired guy, teased him.

"A lot better than you, fuckhead," the jock relied. "You fuck yourself with those huge dildoes so much, my dick hardly touches the sides of your ass!"

"Fuck you," Jake said. "Christ, look at how he's cleaning out all that cum."

"It's a sight to behold."

"I think it's fuckin' hot."

"I wanna try that sometime. I wanna get my asshole licked by a guy."

"I wanna do the licking!"

Their banter continued, and only served to fuel Brady's lust for the aromatic juices he was imbibing. It turned him on incredibly to hear these young soccer ruffians talking shit among themselves as he sucked out all of their tasty young spunk from Ryan Phillippe's tender, well-fucked behind. As he held Ryan's ass open with both hands and ate his male cunt, he wagged his own gorgeous ass back and forth invitingly to the others who were watching. Soon enough, he felt them undoing his jeans. Brady was going to get a little bit of teen soccer jock cock himself, firmly planted up his hungry ass. Life was too good!

After Brady was done licking out Ryan, and the nearby jock who pulled Brady's pants down finished cumming inside his hole, Brady and Ryan snuggled together and kissed for a while. The soccer studs who had gathered also debated this activity: was it sick, was it hot, or was it both? They didn't manage to agree.

Finally, the several boys who wanted a second shot at Ryan's asshole went ahead and got it. They tried a different position this time. Ryan stayed on his knees, spread across seats 45-A, 45-B and 45-C, the same position he'd held as Brady had felched his delicious hole. The soccer fuckers took their turn one at a time behind him, pressing their fat knobs into his aching, twitching boy-hole and slamming their thick slabs of young jock-meat all the way inside him, in and out. The fact that several of them had gathered in the row immediately ahead of row 45 (to watch the action) made for an effective privacy buffer from the rest of the cabin, so they could now carry out their full-on fuck sessions with Ryan and make somewhat more noise as they did so.

And so Ryan took four more soccer jock loads, plus Brady and finally Kris, who decided to hop on last and blast his cum into Ryan's Hollywood ass as a final gesture of fan lust. Moments after Kris exploded, the crowd of boys was dispersing back to their assigned seats, Kris was buttoning up and Brady was licking out the fresh cum from Ryan's hairy butt when suddenly a figure emerged from the darkness of the plane.

"Mind if I take the last shot?" It was Todd.

Ryan peeked around behind himself to see who had spoken. Seeing Todd, he grinned. "Sure, stud. Fill 'er up." Ryan reached back with his free hand to pull his butt cheeks wide open. Brady gave his hole a few final licks, then moved out of the way so that Todd could fuck it. The studly flight attendant opened the fly of his uniform and deftly brought out his hard dick, sliding it into Ryan in one thrust. Although Brady had already been fucked by this meat, this was his first time seeing Todd's cock, and it was as big and delicious as he had imagined. Todd sawed in and out of Ryan in long, even strokes, building slowly over a few minutes until he lost control inside Ryan's rectum, shooting off his third ass-load since the plane left L.A.

For Ryan, the total count was 32.

To be continued...

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My other stories are "40 Days and 39 Nights" in Gay/Celebrity, "Buttsex Junkie" in Bisexual/Beginnings, and "Cup of Joe" in Gay/Authoritarian.