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 11: On Location
Gosford park, Day One - 10am
Now I know why movie stars live in California. This place is dismal. We're in the English countryside, in the middle of nowhere, and it's been pissing down rain every hour of the day. We just began shooting yesterday, and I'm already sick of it. Two and a half weeks to go, with only two week-ends to escape into London!
Worse, I have less access to getting fucked here than I had planned. Brady originally agreed to stay with me for the entire shoot, rounding up men to fuck me wherever he could, and substituting with his own sweet prick as needed. But he got called back to California last night for some kind of work emergency.
He promised to work on getting me some players from that end. I hope so. My ass smarted all day yesterday from taking those 32 loads on the plane coming over, but today I'm fresh and ready once again. My ass aches for cock. I really need to get fucked, very soon. Hopefully things will look up by later today.
Gosford park, Day One - 4pm
OK, so there's this hot limey actor I've seen in a few movies, Clive Owen. At least I think he's a limey. Might be Aussie. Anyway, he was in this little art film that nobody saw, called "Croupier" and I thought he was totally hot. Well guess what, he's in "Gosford Park" also, and he just arrived on the set today looking as fine as ever. I'm trying to figure out what he's got in his pants, and to see if I can catch his eye. It's been a while since I truly cruised for a fuck. Not to be a dick about it, but I've usually got guys hanging all over me waiting to give my ass a good plugging. It's a bit different out here. I'm going to have to do some work.
I'll see if I can get this Owen bloke's attention. Even if he doesn't dig guys, he might be persuaded to bury his dick in me just to get it off. He's probably as horny as I am, stuck in this miserable place. I can make my pussy just as sweet and juicy for him as any girl's...
Gosford Park, Day Two - Noon
No action on Mr. Clive Owen yet, but I managed to track down some action. First, it was one of the local extras last night, who gave me what I was needing. I saw him in the dinner line with a few of his "mates." They're all around my age and pretty sexy I guess, in that English way. Anyway, after dinner they were hanging out making plans to go to a nearby pub. The cutest extra was standing by himself in one room, so I just went over and groped him. Like this was a sex club instead of a deserted mansion at the end of the fuckin' earth.
He got all surprised, but I could tell from what I felt in his crotch that he liked the idea, so a few minutes later we were upstairs in one of the servant's rooms, both with our pants around our ankles, and he was drilling in and out of me as I leaned over the bed. After his jizzed in me I told him I was just getting started, and he should round up his friends for some fun instead of heading out to the pubs. He conferred with them and they eventually agreed, and so I spent the evening on my back at one of the extra's nearby apartment, getting my ass banged repeatedly by six hard pricks, good specimens of some juicy, uncut British sausage.
Then at breakfast this morning, Clive Owen is there again, and there's this total babe of a butt-boy hanging out with him who I didn't recognize. I asked around but nobody knew who he was. I overheard him talking in an Irish accent. He's a few years younger than Clive, with pretty little brown eyes, perfect skin, and a sinewy little body that would look so fine just thrusting itself at my backside, driving his thick Irish weiner deep and hard in and out of my cunt. I want him. I want both of them. Today is the day I make my move.
Gosford Park, Day Two - 830pm
Yep, I finally scored with Clive and his butt-boy. Clive finished his shooting before I did, and I saw him immediately disappear with the little stud. They were practically arm-in-arm. The Irish guy is so hot.
His name is Colin Farrell. No one's ever heard of him before. I guess he's been doing some minor stuff and now he's hanging around the big boys to see what he can make happen for himself, in that pay-to-play Hollywood kind of manner. God knows, I've given up my butt to plenty of big-dicked producers, directors, and other influential types in my time.
Anyway, I got out of shooting about a half-hour later and took off to find them. We're all staying on location, all of the actors at least, because there's so many freakin' rooms in this country house, it only makes sense. I've got a pretty spacious pad of my own on the top floor. Clive and his butt-boy are right down the hall. I figured they wouldn't expect me to come wandering by their door in the late afternoon, so I walked as quietly as I could. Sure enough, as I approached the door, I heard the muffled cries of good sex.
"Oh, please...fuck me...fuck me..." came the Irish stud's sexy little whimper. The other voice just grunted.
I had spent enough time wandering the house to know that these upstairs rooms all connected to each other in various funky ways. It wasn't just the straightforward hallways and doorways you get in American houses. So I set off in search of a corridor that led around Clive's room, and found it, just next to the maid's closet. It was a secondary closet that connected to the closet in Clive's room around the back. I slipped through the passage as silently as possible. When I got through Clive's closet, the door into his bedroom was ajar, and the grunts and groaning on the bed were somewhat louder.
I pushed the door open slightly further, and it was then that I got the perfect view. Clive knelt on his mattress, his pale skin and muscles shining in the afternoon light, with the expression of a lusty monster and the composure of a king. His back was to me, and Colin's sexy, hairy legs were wrapped around his torso. Colin lay on his back, and was scooting his hips down into Clive's crotch in a wanton, staccato rhythm, fucking himself on the top stud's pole.
"Ohh...unhh...yess...fuck me..." he grunted desperately with every thrust he made onto Clive's hot dick.
For his part, Clive simply held the young man's legs and flexed his thigh and ass muscles, fucking the eager boy deeply with each inward thrust. His alabaster butt formed cute little dimples with every exertion he made to fuck the fiery Irish bottom.
I pushed the door fully open. Like every other goddamn door in this rickety place, it complained with a long squeak. Both boys stopped and spun their heads toward me, surprised by the intrusion. They didn't expect to be interrupted, of course, but they also probably never expected anyone to enter from that corner of the room.
I smiled at them, somewhat wickedly. "Thought so," I said.
Colin's handsome face was fixed in alarm, but Colin's gaze softened quickly into its regular, steady seductive trance. "You like what you see, Ryan?" he asked in his low, soft voice.
"Bloody right," I said, trying out the vernacular. "Got room on there for one more?"
I had already started pulling off my clothes, and soon I stood there, fully naked and hard. Clive looked appraisingly up and down my body, his jaded expression momentarily lifting into a slight smile.
"Maybe so," he drawled. "But you're going to have to beg me for it."
"I can beg with the best of them," I promised.
"Let's hear it then," he said. "Go."
I approached the bed and crawled onto it, positioning myself on all fours, next to the butt-boy, Colin. I pushed my ass up like a cat's, figuring I should show the boys my best asset right off the bat. Clive whistled approvingly. Colin just gulped.
"You...you take cocks in...that thing?" Colin asked, stumbling over the question. Clive's dick was still hard and motionless, deep inside his ass.
"Yep," I said, stretching luxuriously, wagging my butt around. "It loves dicks. I intend to take as many up there as I can while we're stuck in this place. including his--" I nodded at Clive-- "and, hopefully yours."
"Mine?" Colin laughed. "Man, I haven't been a top in...well, forever."
"Ah. Another pussy-boy, like me?"
"Fuck yes," Colin replied, then gasped slightly as Clive sent a few teasing pokes into him, grinning down at his butt-boy to emphasize the point. "Can't you tell? Ol' Clive here is hung like a horse, and that's just how I like 'em. There's nothing better than getting a big, juicy uncut prick sliding in and out of my cunt."
I smiled. "I couldn't agree more, my friend," I said. "Hung like a horse, eh? Am I gonna get some of that?"
Clive's smoldering expression fixed on me. "I told you. You have to beg."
"Oh really," I said. "And how much begging did this one have to do? You can't fool me, you've had your dick inside this cheap B-list Irish slut every spare second since the day he arrived."
"That's right," Clive said. "And after I fucked him the first time a few months ago he had to follow me around London for a week just to get me to do it again."
I looked down at Clive's prick. It certainly looked huge and luscious, at least from the thick stem protruding out from Colin's hot asshole. I licked my lips. I wanted some of that cock in me.
Then I looked also at Colin's meat. It was about eight inches, nice and thick, also uncut. Not too bad. I bet it would make a nice mouthful. And maybe after I sucked it I could hop on top of it and give this Mick whore a good ride, just to show off to both of them how well I can take it.
So that's what I did. Without a word, I spun my body and slurped Colin's fat meat-stake into my mouth. He was already hard, and as I applied my voracious hummer abilities, his cock spat wad after wad of slimy pre-cum into my throat. I sucked it all down and slurped for more, taking his thick bone in long, sucking motions, up and down the shaft, running my tongue all over every inch of the stem and head.
Colin moaned as I did this, and a few seconds later, his moans intensified as Clive began pushing his big log in and out of Colin's asshole once more. I could tell from the ways Colin's body twisted and the way he moaned exactly how big and how deep Clive's cock was going inside him, and this knowledge gave me a raging hard-on. I tried to focus on the blow-job I was giving this sexy young man, but I was distracted by jealousy. I wanted Clive's huge boner ramming my ass as well.
But Colin's cock would do for now. After several minutes, I had his eight inches rock hard and spit-lubed, and without ceremony I swung my right leg over his midsection, lined up the cock with my hole, and slid my hungry ass right down onto it. Oh man, it was heaven. Colin's cock inside me was the itch I'd needed to scratch all day. It poked way up high into my rectum, and as I rode him up and down, his foreskin made for an extra layer of pliability, milking his bone and my ass with every in-and-out motion.
Unfortunately, Colin was so unaccustomed to this stimulation (an ass on his cock) that it only lasted about thirty seconds. I gave him an easy ride, hoping to draw it out for a while, but when I looked down at his gorgeous face, his eyes were bulged from exertion, and all at once he hollered something unintelligible in his crazy accent, and I felt him spray his steaming goo way up high into me.
"Way to go, butt-boy," I praised him. But he wasn't off the hook, not yet.
I dismounted his cock, stood on the bed, and switched the sides that my feet were on, turning my body fully around. I slapped my dick a few times in the direction of Clive, who was still powerfully fucking our butt-boy, to see if he might want to take a suck. But he was a typical trade top, and I could tell right away I wasn't going to get any action from his handsome mouth. So I did what I'd planned on anyway: I sank once again to my knees, this time lining up my freshly-fucked ass with Colin's cute face. His stubble on my inner ass-cheeks told me I'd found my mark, and in a flash, his tongue was going inside me.
"Oh yeah," I moaned. I always love a good rim-job after getting fucked, especially if the dude who fucked his hot load into me is the same one who's licking it out. "Let's see what you got, ass-boy," I taunted him. "Lick out my fuckin' hole. I want to feel that hot tongue deep inside me, eating out your tasty load."
"He'll lick it all," Clive told me. "He's pretty eager to please."
"Yeah?" I grunted, humping my face down on his flickering tongue a few times, extra hard. "You want to lick that, slut? You want to make two big movie stars happy with your cock and your ass and your tongue? You ready to play with the big boys?"
Clive smiled at me, amused by my power trip. Funny, he knew I was a much bigger star than he was, but of course he didn't say so. He just played along. "Yeah, I get sluts like this one all the time. They want to make it in Hollywood, so they just hang around me and the others, giving up their ass for a big juicy dick."
"Fuckin' right. And his cock and tongue feel so fuckin' good. How's his ass, man?"
"Sweet," Clive said, pumping in a few extra-hard thrusts, making Colin grunt into my asshole. "Very sweet."
"Alright," I said, excitedly, and began pulling on my hard dick. "Good ass, great dick, knows how to lick out loads with his tongue--he might make it to celebrity status after all. Maybe we've got the next Tom Cruise here. What do you think?"
Clive was getting closer and closer to cumming. "Nah, Tom's ass is even tighter than this one," he said. growing breathless. "But this hot little fuck sure knows how to use it. I think he's going to be big."
I looked down approvingly at Colin's cock, hard again and leaking jizz. "I'd say he already is!"
At that moment, Clive exploded into Colin, and I pressed my ass down hard on the bitch's face to keep him from squirming out of control. I know how it can be to have a load pounded into you deep and hard by a powerful stud, and having a cock or an ass for focus on with your mouth can only enhance the pleasure. I love feeling a stud's cum escape into my asshole while I've got another asshole sitting on my mouth.
We all switched positions after that, and we talked a lot less. Colin rolled onto his knees, and Clive went and stood at the head of the bed, slapping his spent dick around Colin's face to make it hard again. As Colin slurped off all the dripping cum from Clive's huge member, I hunched down between Colin's lovely spread cheeks in back and drive my face into his freshly-fucked buns. He has one of the most gorgeous asses I've ever seen. No wonder he's a butt-boy. He better not ever move to Hollywood, or he's going to give me a run for my money!
As I pushed my tongue into his butthole to return the favor of him rimming out my ass for his load, I thought about how many studs had pounded their cocks into this bitch's tight cunt. It was certainly pretty far from his first time. Had he ever been gangbanged? Was it a half-dozen guys? A dozen? More? I doubted seriously he could have taken on as many as, say, I did that day at Percy's dorm. But who knows? I ate out all of Clive's slimy, hot load, humming happily as a pictured Percy's group using Colin's ass.
Once Colin had licked Clive hard once again, I knew it was only a matter of time before I had Clive's gigantic rod plunged deep inside me, the same way he'd plunged it into Colin. Then I remembered that Clive had wanted me to beg. I was all for it. I knew how to beg for cocks. I never usually had to, but it was certainly something I knew how to do.
I laid back on the free part of the bed, stretching my tan body out, bowing my legs slightly, and taking my throbbing cock in hand. I gave Clive my best come-hither look, and gently spread my legs a little further apart. "Please, Clive..." I said. "Will you fuck me? Please?"
Clive was still standing off the other side of the bed, pointing his cock into Colin's mouth as the Irish butt-boy worked his magic lips up and down on the hard, juicy shaft. Clive focused his steamy gaze on me, but didn't reply.
I continued jerking my dick, giving him a solo session. Then I spread my legs ever further, and sent my free hand down between them, working the nub of my middle finger into my hairy little man-twat. As soon as I felt it I shut my eyes and moaned, tipping my head backward gently, exaggerating the effect for his benefit. I continued with my eyes shut, jerking and finger-fucking myself, as my head rolled in ecstasy.
"Oh...Clive..." I groaned passionately. "Please Clive...I've wanted your cock all week...it's gonna feel so good to have you in my pussy..."
His crooked sneer gradually spread into a wicked smile. His gaze was fixed on the area where I was finger-banging my hole. Some of Colin's cum and spit were oozing out. He liked what he saw.
Soon, I had him on top of me, my soft legs wrapped around his strong torso as he fed that fat cock into me. Fuck, it felt great. I really had wanted him all week. It wasn't just the deprivation of not having hot men to do me service night and day, like I was used to. He was a very hot and handsome stud in his own right, the kind that once I take a look at them I want them inside me, fucking me, pounding me, using my hole for their pleasure. And Clive delivered the goods: even after spending what sounded (and tasted) like a big, gooey load up inside Colin's asshole, he had plenty more cum stored up where that came from. For the next few minutes I made it my mission to earn it for my ass.
He settled into a good, trade-top-bang--no kissing or mushy stuff, no coy banter, just good hard slamming, up into my twat, then all the back out, then all the way in again. It was the kind of purposeful, hot fucking that makes you lose your breath within the first few strokes, and you never quite regain it for the duration of the ride. Clive fucked me senseless, making me cry for more, making me want it badly, making me beg.
"Oh...yes...man...fuck me...that's so...so fuckin' good...yeah...oh man, I need that dick...do it...c'mon, fuck me harder...please sir...please...fuck me ple-e-ease...!"
After a while I started to wonder what the other butt-boy was doing. I kind of wanted Colin's cock in my mouth again, all eight thick Irish inches of it, penetrating my mouth while I felt Clive's monstrous dick fill up and vacate my ass. But when I looked dazedly around the room, I didn't see him--at least, not at first. Then I noticed him across the room, sitting naked on a sofa, watching our action. He looked stunning, sprawled luxuriously on top of the antique cushions, his hairy legs spread and one hand between them, the other one pulling on his dick.
Then I noticed what the hand between his legs was doing: Colin had a vibrator, and was using it on his own ass! It looked so fucking hot. He had the thing set to a low hum and was plunging in and out while he moaned and looked on, watching our hard fuck through the dim slits of his gorgeous brown eyes as he vibe-fucked his hairy Irish hole--the same hole I had just licked clean--and whacked off his big floppy sausage.
Without any warning, I felt the cum rise up in my balls and slash out of my cock, coating my chest and stomach. It was an incredibly pleasurable burn. I didn't even have my hand on my dick when it happened--I was holding Clive's shoulders, pulling him toward me with every deep stroke of our fuck.
My orgasm spurred his, and after he dumped his juicy load inside me, I looked back over at Colin, in the throes of a hot orgasm himself. "Oh-h-h, yes mates, fuck...! That's so fuckin' hot...Ryan...Clive man...oh shit, I'm gonna shoot now, mates...I'm gonna cum!" And he pulled several long, white ribbons of cum from his uncut prick, coating his own sexy chest with it, as the vibrator hummed at full-strength inside his ass.
Gosford park, Day Six
I've gotten lots of good fucking out of both Clive and Colin over the next few days. Colin ended up falling in love with my ass, and it was interesting to watch his transformation from total pussy-boy to at least part-time top. His fat dick felt so good getting crammed up into my hole. I love how eager he gets, how his handsome face gets all scrunched up from exertion as I ride his pole, squeezing his cock with my pussy-lips and making it explode deep inside me.
Colin's sexy stubble is always covered in a layer of sweat while he's fucking me. The experience of being a top is so unusual for him that it takes all his energy to keep from cumming as soon as his uncut prick is inside my hole. He generally lasts only five minutes or so, but then I lick his cock until it's hard again, usually while Clive is taking his turn slamming my asshole, and by the time Clive cums inside me, Colin is ready to be ridden once again.
Of course, he still takes his turn plenty often as the butt-boy. Clive sinks his dick into him just about every spare minute, including several times throughout the day when I'm unable to join them. They'll sneak off together while I'm finishing a scene, and by the time I get to their room, there are one or two new fresh loads of semen ready for me to drink out of Colin's pussy. He'll see me arrive, smile, and roll over onto all fours, pushing his hot Irish ass backwards at me by way of invitation. While he puts Clive's dick down his throat, I'll get on the bed behind him, part his round ass-mounds, and press my whole face into his sexy crevice, lapping and licking like crazy around his hairy little twat. He loves this, and always pushes his ass back at me so hard that I nearly lose my breath while savoring all the delicious jism buried in his hot little trench. Then, when we both can't stand it any more, one of us will lie back and take Clive's hot, hard fuck.
I still haven't been getting much other sex, beside these two. And even as insatiable as they are, there's only so many buttloads of cum to be gotten from two tops in a given day. Tad, the cute extra who fucked me with his team of friends a few days ago, is gone now, back to the city. But his friends are still around, and I've been managing to score about two of them per evening after shooting is over. They stop by my room as soon as I'm out of make-up, and take turns pile-driving me on my creaky little bed. One of them, Daniel, is not such an attractive chap but he's got a cock like a billy club and it shoots nearly a gallon of hot cum. He fucks like a demon, too. His is my favorite English fuck to take so far, even including Colin and Clive.
Gosford park, Day Seven
We finally wrapped shooting for the week last night at about eight pm. Most of the cast was too tired to head into the city, but I had been dreaming about cocks all day, and I knew that if I made the two-hour drive into London there would be no end of possible top studs available to fuck my brains out. I confirmed this with Brady, who as I write this is on his way over (finally) from Los Angeles, and who managed to make contact with some hot studs in the London area to meet me at my hotel.
So I got to London a little after ten, and checked into my hotel--a suite of rooms at a fancy, modern place just off Trafalgar Square. The lobby was packed with great-looking hunks, many of whom were watching me, and some of whom even seemed slightly familiar. I finished check-in and followed the bellhop, a blond Scottish stud in his mid-twenties, to the elevator.
As soon as the elevator door was shut, the bellhop said: "Mr. Phillippe, my name is Nick, and I have instructions from Mr. Brady Jones to give you anything you might need while you're a guest at our hotel."
I looked in his eyes then. They twinkled. I noticed he hadn't pushed the call button yet for any floor.
"Yes?" I mused. "And what exactly might you have to offer?"
Wordlessly, Nick opened the zipper on the front of his tight slacks, reached inside, and brought out a huge cock. Even soft, it looked totally out-of-proportion with the rest of him. I salivated instantly, and my asshole twitched.
"Do you like it?" Nick asked.
"Yes, very much," I said. "Did...um...did Brady say anything else?"
"Just to come to your room and fuck you as many times as you want me to, and to see about rounding up some others to do the same until he arrives."
"Perfect," I said. "Let's go to the room right away so we can get started."
In the suite, Nick parked all my bags in the corner of the front room, while I immediately went to the sofa by the window, pulled my pants and underwear off, unbuttoned my dress shirt, and lifted my legs, spreading them wide. Nick was right there to take my ankles, and a moment later he had opened his zipper again and pulled out his massive cock. It was now spitting pre-cum, totally rock-hard. I gulped.
"Fuck me as hard as you can, man, I've needed it all fuckin' day," I told him. "After you cum in me, why don't you call around and see who else you know that might want to join in."
"I've already made those calls, sir" Nick said, his thickly accented voice showing no emotion other than the dutiful courtesy of his job position. "Some of the young men you saw downstairs will be up here shortly. I will call down to them when you're ready."
He took some lube from his pocket, squeezed a glob of it onto his hand, and proceeded to lube up his long pole, smearing the left-over on my hungry pucker. Then he lined up his big cock and rammed it straight forward into my aching twat. "UHH-HH-HNGH..." I moaned loudly with pleasure at the intrusion. Nick waited a beat to make sure I had stopped dilating around his enormous prick, then started pounding my hot hole forcefully in hard, eager strokes.
"Oh god...oh shit...yess..." I moaned. "Fuck me...do it...stud...that feels so good..."
As he fucked me, I looked up at him. His bellhop uniform was still completely on, but he had undone his shirt and tie partially so that he wouldn't sweat out the clothing. I could make out ripples in his chest and stomach, and his pretty green eyes shone down at me as I continued to receive his fuck.
He asked in a low, soft whisper: "Mr. Phillippe, do you want me to call the others?" I just nodded weakly, my mouth gaping at his pure beauty and the intensity of his fuck. Without missing a beat, Nick withdrew a cell phone from his pocket, touched one number, and spoke: "He's ready. Bring up the first team now."
Then he shut the cell phone, tossed it on the sofa cushion next to me, and returned to focusing on his fuck.
A minute or two later, the door opened, and five more studs filed in. I recognized them from the lobby, but I also seemed to recognize them from...somewhere else? There wasn't much to distract me from the blond beauty who was furiously hammering my hole, but I watched the crew of English studs undressed through bleary blissed-out eyes, as my ass continued receiving its primal pleasure.
Soon the newcomers had gathered around me. They were all mid-twenties, and all had medium-to-dark hair, slight trim builds, and handsome features. They almost like some the hot frat boys who fucked me mercilessly that day in Percy's dorm room, but I knew it wasn't possible that Brady had flown them all the way over here. Then who...? I wondered dreamily as they all smiled down at me, totally naked now and pulling on their growing uncut erections.
Nick, following my instructions to slam my ass as hard as he was able, was beginning to grow winded, and I could feel his orgasm approach. But even in the dream-state of fucking me, he maintained his decorum sufficiently to provide introductions. With his last gasps of air, he announced: "Mr. Phillippe, at Mr. Jones' request and arrangements, I would like to introduce the members of BoyZone--Stephen, Ronan, Shane, Michael, and Keith. They are here to serve your needs and to show any manner of hospitality you see fit."
I couldn't believe it. I looked around once more at their faces. At that point, I finally recognized Stephen Gately and Ronan Keating right away. The others were less well-known, but every bit as sexy and ready. The boys all wore impish grins, and their cocks had grown out of control. They were all eager to fuck the hell out of the visiting movie star from America. And I couldn't wait to take all their wet, delicious ass-fulls of hot limey boy-band cum!
Ronan went first. He waited while Nick flooded my intestines with his load, then immediately stepped in to replace him after the bellhop withdrew and moved away. I stayed in my position, and Ronan slipped his big cock into my freshly-fucked hole, poking it as deep as he could. I was still in shock from the fact of having five hot young celebrities all waiting to fuck me as soon as I arrived in town, so I continued moaning as loud as I could. That ended a moment later, however, when one of the others--Shane Lynch, it turns out--knelt on the sofa and fed his long dick into my mouth. As I sucked on Shane lovingly, his bandmate Ronan continued to rape my hard, hungry asshole with every bit as much fervor as sexy Nick had before him.
Ronan soon shot his wad inside me as well, but I was having such a great time deep-throating Shane and hearing his sexy moans that I barely noticed, and within a few seconds of ejecting Ronan's spent dick, my pussy hole felt another hard boy cock sliding all the way deep inside it. I spit out Shane tot catch my breath, hand-jobbing as I smiled down at Stephen, whose huge gay cock was now re-shaping my ass from the inside. "Feel good, mate?" he asked. "Wonderful, man," I assured him, and went back to sucking off Shane.
Shane dropped his load in my mouth about the same time Stephen lost control inside my ass. But even as Keith Duffy stepped in and took his turn to fuck me, I kept Shane's cock in my mouth, sucking off the remnants of his cum and making him hard once more. The last member of the band, Mikey Graham, knelt on the other side of me, and I went back and forth between there cocks, spinning my head to one side to coax the cum further along Mikey's flesh-tube, and then to the other side to get Shane's fuck-stick nice and hard again so he could fuck my ass. The whole time I'm doing this, Stephen and Ronan jerk each other off lazily, while Keith fucks my man-pussy with everything he's got.
Soon I had Keith's cream inside me as well, clearing the way for Shane to assume the position and fuck me. I was getting a little cramped in the missionary position, so before he could enter me I deftly rolled onto my knees on the sofa, pressing my ass backwards into his meaty cock as I continued blowing his bandmate, Mikey. Mikey had the least impressive cock of all of them, but it was certainly delicious, and I knew it would spray plenty of fine goo into my hole just the same. As it was, he could barely contain his cum, and by the time Shane had shot his evening's second cum-load into my ass, Mikey had to scramble to get in line behind me and bang the last several dozen strokes into my hard ass before his cum exploded as well.
I was given no cock to suck while Mikey banged me, so I decided to concentrate solely on giving up my ass to his frenzied, animalistic copulation. I grunted and groaned and grimaced, pushing back with my ass on every stroke, right up to and through the point where his cock exploded and long, hot ropes of jism flew into my ass-shaft, adding his cum to the pile of limey boy-band loads.
When Mikey pulled out of my ass, it felt suddenly vacant, and I hoped that one of the boys would be hard enough to take me for a second round. However, the next sensation I felt was much different than a cock. Stephen got on his knees behind me, and where my ass was hanging off the sofa, leaking out all their loads of man-juice, he stuck his face inside and began licking it all up. I was in heaven. He was as good a felcher as Brady himself, and he seemed to enjoy it every bit as much. My ass released its treasure drop by little drop. As soon as he'd licked me clean I would let out a little bit more. Eventually I couldn't restrain myself any more, and I released all of the cum onto his handsome, boyish face. He greedily ingested all of it, humming hungrily as he ate the meal that poured out around his lovely features.
Once Stephen had licked me clean, we all retreated to the bedroom for a repeat performance. All five boys fucked me again, in the same order they had the first time, and when they were done, Stephen once again got between my legs (I was on my back this time) and drank out all of their celebrity loads. It was around that time that Nick made a return appearance, and, seeing our progress, offered to call in "the second team" to satisfy me. "Bring them on," I sighed, lost in ecstasy as Stephen's tongue fluttered inside my ass.
The next group of men to fuck me didn't arrive for ten minutes or so, so I savored the time to relax on my back and enjoy Stephen Gately's expert rim-job. "Oh yeah man, do it," I moaned. "Eat the cum out of my ass. All ten hot loads. You love sucking out all that boy-band jizz...eat my ass, man, lick it all out of me."
Soon enough, Stephen's bandmates had all gotten dressed again, and were opening the outer suite door to let in the "reinforcements" who would take over as tops for my insatiable butt. I was holding the back of Stephen's head, combing his soft hair with my fingers as he rimmed me, when I looked up to see a dozen more fantastic-looking young men, all around the same age as the BoyZone studs. They were rowdy, horny and ready to fuck. As they began to strip for me, Ronan entered the room and smiled over at me on the bed.
"These are some more of our mates from the business, Ryan," he said by way of introduction. "Christian, Mark and Ste from BBMAK; from WestLife, Nicky, Shane, Bryan, Kian, and Mark; and, fairly new on the scene, the A1 boys: Mark, Paul, Christian, and Ben."
Each of the beautiful boys nodded and smiled excitedly at me when their name was called. I was in heaven with anticipation. As they pulled off their clothes, I studied their perfect young bodies, taut slim muscles, and growing bulges. Soon they were all in their underwear, gathered around the bed.
Mark Read from A1 was the first to speak up for the group. "It's our pleasure to meet you, Ryan," he said, his off-kilter smile and luscious lips matching the erotic tone of his accent. "We get mighty horny on the road, and we've all just recently returned from tours, so it's great to have such a stunning little butt to drop our loads in. We've been looking forward to this all week!" The other studs all murmured their agreement.
Mark went on. "It turns out we've got a couple other dedicated bottoms among us. Hope you don't mind." Paul Marazzi, a sweet, compact little stud with a bicep tattoo and dreamy green eyes, wandered over to join his bandmate. "Paul here is our dedicated butt-boy. He takes all our cocks while we're on tour, along with any other dicks we pick up to swing on along the way. I'm sure he'll want to fuck you, but while you're busy with the rest of us, it will be in his nature to be getting fucked by the rest of us on the side."
Christian Ingebrigtson, the gorgeous blond hunk from their band, chimed in. "It's true, he has a sweet little ass...I fucked him twice already before we came over," he said, reaching into his tight briefs and hefting his package with a grin. "But don't worry, there's plenty left in here for your sweet butt, Ryan. I've wanted to fuck you since I saw 'White Squall' all those years ago!"
"Me, too," their fourth and youngest bandmate, Ben Adams, a precious dark-haired blue-eyed beauty, agreed.
"In our band, it's Ste," said Christian Burns, BBMAK's lead hunk, referring to the gorgeous brown-eyed Stephen McNally, seated nearby. "It took him a while to agree to it, because we all love pussy so much--man pussy included--but from the first time Mark and I tasted his fine butt once at a little post-concert orgy..." --he motioned to Mark Barry, the third in their trio-- "...we knew we had to train him to take our dicks. He loves it now, and wants to be fucked whenever he can."
"That's pretty funny, mates," laughed Nicky Byrne, who stood in a huddle with his WestLife bandmates, reaching into each other's boxers to massage their massive tubes of fuck-ready meat. "All five of us are essentially bottoms. Bryan, Mark and I have always done that way, and even though Shane and Kian here still fuck us constantly, the truth is they have grown addicted to the feel of getting penetrated as well. These days I'd say they like it just as much." The others--Bryan McFadden, Mark Feehily, Shane Filan, and Kian Egan--all agreed.
"But we're here to fuck," Mark hastily assured me. "I spent so much of this last tour on my back, getting poked and slammed by every hot boy we could find after our concerts...I'm ready to switch now and give my ass a break!"
I smiled at him, sympathetically. God knows I never had that desire myself. Too much cock in my ass? Never! I need it all the time, and I licked my lips as all of them started removing their underwear and approaching my bed. I crave cocks and cum constantly, and I silently wondered how many loads my fine, talented ass would be able to pull from all twelve of their eager, young dicks.
The boys fucked me all night and into the next day. I was exhausted from a long week of shooting out at the site, but I was sustained by the adrenaline charge from having so many hot young local celebrities all exerting themselves to pleasure themselves inside my ass. As usual, when the cramping got intense from holding one position too long, I would switch to another. Between taking their cocks on my back, on my knees, riding their crotches, and standing up hunched over the wall, the chair, or the bed, I managed to put on a non-stop show of sheer cock-craving will, over six hours in all, taking all of their cocks and cumloads several times over.
Stephen Gately stayed behind after his BoyZone mates left, and one of them, Shane Lynch, even returned at around 2am to continue the party. So, there were a total of 14 studs for my ass to service throughout the night, and they all used me several times. Stephen got next to me for part of it and started taking cocks in his tight male pussy as well; Ste from BBMAK, Paul from A1, and Shane and Bryan from WestLife all took several cocks and jizz-loads up their hard little ass during the night as well. At first I was alarmed to be around so many other natural bottoms, when I greedily craved all of the cocks for myself. But all of the other bottoms came in me a few times as well, and I quickly realized that these boys' perpetual hard-ons contained so many pent-up loads that I would still be plenty satisfied by all of them before the party was done.
Finally, as the sun slowly rose at around 630am, our action seemed to be winding down. Only eight studs remained, plus me. I lay back luxuriously on the hotel's satin bed pillows as sexy Christian Burns used his mighty ten inches on my ass and his bandmate, the studly Mark Barry, slapped his fat eight-inch cock around my face and fucked it into my mouth and throat. Christian exploded into me, and I could tell from the effort it took that this was his last cum of the night. Likewise, Mark beat off frantically over my face, trying to time his orgasm with Christian's, but in the end what dribbled out was just his last few drops of delicious boy-band man-syrup. It fell on my soft lips and I hungrily drank it down, like the cock-crazed whore that I am.
In a nearby chair, Nicky Byrne was curled up on his back as Mark Read stood and delivered a pile-driving fuck to the blond bitch's voracious ass. As Mark's ten inches dropped its load into Nicky, Shane Filan relaxed on all fours on the carpet, letting Christian Ingebrigtson lap all the tasty jizz from his hole, where it had been fucked by various members of the sex party crew. Christian moaned deeply as he did this, savoring all the fresh cum. In fact, after the other hot Christian (Burns) moved his spent cock out of my hole, the hot blond one from A1 crawled sleepily onto the bed to eat out the tangy cum from my hole, as he (and a few others) had done intermittently throughout the night.
As Christian dined on my hole, the rest of the boys found their clothing and began pulling it back on. Mark, who had just cum on my face, bent over to give me a savory, sensuous kiss. Many of the boys, I learned that night, are fantastic kissers, and he was probably the best of them all.
"How are you doing, little slut?" he asked me playfully, in a soft voice.
I beamed up at him. "It was the best," I said. "Let's do it again sometime. Please?"
Mark laughed at my wantonness. "Well, sure, I think so. How long will you be in England?"
"Another ten days or so," I said. "Back in London next week-end. Can you meet me here at the hotel?"
"I'm sure some of us can," he promised. "Let me check with the others and I'll see what I can set up."
They all left then, and I stretched like a cat in my enormous, well-used hotel bed. A stupid grin covered my face, and my entire being seemed to just glow. Once again, I had stumbled into an unexpected encounter and spent a whole night being gloriously used by a succession of hot studs. As I drifted off to sleep, I thought about how perfect it was. I was happy, and my hungry male pussy was happy. At least for now.
Gosford park, Day Eight
"Damn, that's quite a tale," Brady commented when I saw him today and told him about the hotel party. He had just arrived from Los Angeles and was going to spend the last ten days of the shoot with me, helping out wherever needed. We were now hanging out at my suite. "How many loads did you get in your hole?"
"Too many to count," I said. "Probably like three dozen or so. And thanks for hooking me up with Nick, the bellhop. He did everything just fine."
Brady smiled. "You're welcome. I hear he's got a mean cock, also. Has he fucked you yet?"
"He fucked me as soon as I got here," I said, "and he did it again this morning--well, it was afternoon actually--after I woke up. He stopped by before his shift with two of his studly little friends, and they all banged me full of their hot loads. Do you want to taste?"
"Sure."
I was wearing only my boxers, headed for the shower, so I pulled them down and leaned over the bed. Brady, fully clothed, knelt on the carpet and pushed his face into my ass, licking and drinking all three loads of fresh jism. When he was done, he stood up again, wiping his face with a nearby towel.
"Yum," was all he said. I smiled at him, kicked the boxers aside, and headed toward the bathroom to take my shower. We had only a couple hours before we had to drive down to the location once again.
Gosford park, Day Twelve (Two Days Prior to Departure)
The rest of my stay in the countryside was more pleasurable than it had been those first few days. With Brady on duty, is was much easier to get action during my downtime on the set. He picked up a cell phone while we were in London that would work on the European grid, and spent most of my filming hours coordinating fucks for me up in my bedroom. Generally I was needed on location for two stints per day, usually one to two hours each. That left time in the early morning, late morning, early afternoon, and late afternoon (into the evening) to get naked up in my suite at the empty mansion, getting on my back or onto all fours, and whoring my ass to whomever Brady saw fit to bring by.
This included a great many very cute extras and locals. They were different from my American tops--mostly they were uncut, many had paler skin and rougher features than the usual pretty boys who came by to fuck my ass. Of course, their accents were also recognizable, and just exotic enough to make the experience of being fucked by them more special.
The locals also seemed quite aggressive on the whole: no passive tops in rural England, it seems. It was like they had more extra energy to get out of their system. A typical fuck consisted of me assuming the position on my creaky little bed, and a handsome, horny English stud ripping his trousers open to reveal an uncut hard-on that was already dripping and raging hard. They would plow it into me instantly, without any notion of foreplay, kissing, or lube. They would fuck me until they shot their hot limey jism inside my boy-toy Hollywood fuck-tunnel, and then with a groan they would pull off, zip up, and make room for the next one. All in all, I took upwards of a dozen fucks and loads this way each day, from the same sampling of a dozen or so hot local men.
My favorite stud was named Liam, and strapping Irish lad with a cock that just wouldn't quit. Not only was Liam able to bone me relentlessly several times per session, but he was endowed with the biggest cock I think I saw during my whole stay in England. When I asked him, he told me proudly it was 28 centimeters long--that's over eleven inches for us American size queens--when it was hard. And it was always hard. He had the rough features of a young country tough, and the scarred, devilish good looks of a pretty thug. When he fucked me, it was always on my knees, and while he pummeled in and out of my ass he would clutch and slap me around the waist in his large, strong hands, growling obscenities in his Gaelic lilt.
Then, there were the special treats--other English celebs that Brady enticed to our deserted location with the promise of banging my sweet, famous Hollywood hole. I was amazed how many he talked into it. Even the straight ones arrived, many of them several times, to claim their bit of celebrity Yankee tail. Among them were many famous actors, musicians (a very hot fucking from Robbie Williams was among these) and--best of all--footballers. In England, the footballers enjoy a status that is high above any other profession. So, when I tell you that my asshole was fucked not once, not twice, but THREE times EACH over the course of two weeks by the legendary (and totally straight) Liverpool Football Club players David Beckham, Patrick Berger, and Michael Owen, you must realize that the cum loads sloshing around inside my well-used man-cunt following those sessions belonged not to celebrities so much as to British royalty. All three studs fucked me together, in succession, and they loved it every time.
(Speaking of royalty--this hasn't happened yet, but before we leave this place, Brady has hinted that he might have a shot at bringing Prince William up to my hotel room, along with possibly his younger brother, who is rapidly developing into quite the hot young troublemaker himself. Both boys, like the footballers, show every sign of being straight...but evidently the idea of dropping some of their royal teen-aged cum into Ryan Phillippe's back door presents some honor that is becoming of their status...)
Last week-end, when shooting ended, it was back up to London for more fun. I met with a few of the boy-band studs again, although it wasn't quite a repeat of the full-on orgy that I'd hosted the week-end before. Mark Read and Christian Ingibrigtson from A1 were there for a while Friday night, banging my hole over and over and shooting three loads each deep inside me. >From WestLife, Nicky Byrne and Kian Egan showed up just as the A1 boys were finishing up in me, and took turns fucking me senseless until three in the morning or so. In both cases, the duos did a perfect two-holer on me, one fucking my mouth while the other pounded my asshole, then switching places.
At one point early on, Christian sat on my face to let me drink some cum (god knows whose) from his butt while Mark worked on drilling his first boy-load into my hole. Likewise, I rimmed some delicious spent seed from Nicky's hairy ass as Kian's big ten inches plowed into me. When I asked Nicky later whose cum I'd drunk, he said it belonged to Pop Idol lovers Gareth Gates and Will Young, who shared a love nest nearby that they used for off-camera trysts. I had seen footage of both boys, and had loved them instantly: Will, in his early twenties, the fetching matinee idol type; and Gareth, in his teens, the likely poster child of every self-respecting chicken-hawk in the UK.
Nicky told me this as the boys got dressed, our encounter having ended with buckets of their fresh jizz inside me, on top of the A1 stud's loads. Before they left, I made Nicky swear to tell Gareth and Will about my utter willingness and desire to feel those Pop Idol loads in me as well.
And so it was that I woke the following morning to a loud knock at my suite door. Groggily, I checked the clock: It was 10am. I stumbled to the suite door, and opening it, saw the face of my two angels: Gareth and Will, in the flesh, eager grins on their young faces. I instantly perked up, letting them into the suite and inviting them to make themselves comfortable while I disappeared into the bathroom to clean myself up. When I emerged ten minutes later, the lovebirds were already going at it: Gareth had his pants pulled down and had his knees on the sofa, his chest pressed against the rear cushions, pleading with his lover Will, who had his thick limey bone buried up Gareth's cute little ass and was railing it in and out.
"Well, studs," I said to the copulating pair. "You couldn't wait for me, eh?"
"No, sir!" Gareth cried, in an amusing display of subservient attitude. "Please sir, I won't let Will cum in me, but I just had to feel his big weiner up my arse!"
One look under Gareth and I realized his was hung even bigger than his boyfriend, who seemed, from what I could glimpse as his cock emerged from and then sunk into the teen's asshole, to be hefting at least nine inches, maybe more like nine-and-a-half. I smiled at the lad, trying to figure out where to fit myself in. I was accustomed to being the only bottom around, at least when there were only a few of us in the room. Eventually, I pulled my clothes off and got on the sofa with Gareth, curling up on my back in a fetal position and lining up his gigantic cock with my hole. It sunk into me with the very next thrust that Will made into Gareth, and soon we were a groaning, well-lubed three-fan fuck machine.
Gareth came inside me almost right away, but his cock was so big that even after it lost half its hardness I could keep nursing it with my asslips as it slid in and out under the power of Will's thrusts. So we kept fucking until Gareth came inside me again, some ten minutes later. After he did so, Will quickly withdrew from his partner and pushed him out of the way, so that he could sink his huge cock into my pussy right behind Gareth's, just in time to soak my insides with his load.
Gosford park, Day Eighteen
We leave back for L.A. later today. The agency must have gotten their plane problems sorted out, because we're not using our return commercial ticket. So, my hopes for a back-cabin gang-bang from another high school soccer team are rather dashed. However, Brady has booked a handful of my favorite extras to join us on the agency charter, and there's a place where we'll have the privacy we need, so I guess that's OK.
Brady asked me casually this morning who my favorite fuck was from the UK trip. I told him it was hard to pick just one. My memory goes back to the biggest dicks I took: Liam, the sexy Irish extra who raped my cunt-hole viciously every time he took my buttcheeks in his rough, giant hands; Gareth Gates, whose cock looked outrageously out-of-proportion hanging off his cute, puny frame, but who knew how to use it as well as any stud twice his age;
Other memories include the noble and robotic way that the sexy bellhop, Nick, would fuck my asshole upon command starting the moment I arrived in London, both week-ends I stayed, including during any single free moment between the superstar fucks I was receiving non-stop, left and right. And, of course, converting the delicious Irish fox Colin Farrell from submissive pussy-boy into part-time top.
Not to mention feeling David Beckham plow his divine nine-inches of jock meat into me while I laid on my back, and Michael Owen (who I learned had taken Beckham's dick plenty of times himself) slapped his fat wang around my face, as Patrick Berger stood jerking off on my other side, waiting his turn to use my ass.
After a while, Patrick got under me and slid his big eight inches in right alongside Beckham's! I couldn't believe my luck--a double penetration from two of the hottest tennis jocks in the world. They pumped in and out of my greasy, hungry hole harder and harder, until they shot their jizz inside me. Around the same moment, Michael Owen filled my mouth to overflowing with his cum, and then used his last several spurts to give me a nice hot facial. His extra-fat eight-inch dick stayed hard even after he came all over me, so he went around to my ass where Beckham and Rafter had pulled out, and slid his raging monster cock into my cum-slick tunnel, banging me voraciously until another load escaped from his dick and joined the tennis stud cum puddle way up inside my ass.
Overall, I must say, it was a more successful trip than I had bargained for. As I type this into my diary, Brady is under me, licking out my boy-pussy, getting it ready to be fucked on the plane. My bags are packed, and the limo is arriving shortly. I return to Hollywood knowing that I have taken a very special part of England with me, in the form of over two hundred loads shot by hot English men into my horny ass.
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.