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 5: Housewarming
By mid-2000 my days as a celebrity cock-whore were in full swing. I knew I loved men's dicks, and I wanted to have them inside me as often as possible. Brady did a great job, and still does, of supplying me with an endless amount of dick. I have also made a greater number of contacts within the Hollywood community, discreet superstars of the screen and music stage who seek me out as a willing hole, always ready and eager to take their big cocks deep inside my ass.
You might wonder how I can pull this off with such a high-profile marriage. Well, allow me to explain. I married Reese for a couple of reasons. First of all, she was pregnant, and while I wasn't quite ready to start a family in a lot of ways, it just seemed to make sense for us to do it together. Another reason, of course, was that I found her to be an amazing person, and we were very much in love. The final reason was that she understood about my needs, not only as a famous personality like herself but as an individual also.
We bought a house together in '99, and our daughter was born a few months after the marriage. For logistical reasons, I decided to keep my crappy apartment for a while. It was a great place to meet tricks. Before ever knowing Reese I was probably fucked by over a hundred men in that little apartment. In the months we were dating, and up to one year after our wedding, I was fucked by who knows how many dozens more. I craved cock, all the time...I loved getting it, as often as I could. I lusted for as much cum as I could get, in my mouth, on my face, all over my body, and especially up my ass. Reese understands this, and our own sex life is very rewarding in its own way. But she knows I need this to be truly happy.
Finally, it came time to give up the apartment. As I've stated, Reese is very understanding about my getting gratification from men, but we agreed I should be closer to home more often to spend time with the baby. So, in the summer of 2000, we converted a space over our garage into a separate studio, with its own entrance and stairway leading down to the driveway. The driveway holds several cars, so the new room is a perfect spot for my "friends" to come and go without intruding on the rest of the family inside the house.
Reese and I worked out a schedule where I would spent part of each day with her and Ava (our daughter). The rest of my free time was generally mine to spend in the new "play area" I had finished off for the purpose of entertaining a plethora of big-dicked, goodlooking men. We lived in a secluded enough spot where people wouldn't notice the extra car traffic coming and going. It was perfect.
One morning, when the studio was nearly finished, I stopped by the apartment to grab a box of playthings that I had collected--butt-plugs, anal beads, some dildoes and vibrators, plus an assortment of flavored lubes. The king-sized bed in the new studio was to be delivered the next day, and I had to be out of the apartment by the end of the month, so I decided to start grabbing what few belongings remained there whenever it was convenient to stop by.
I was pulling into my driveway at the house when I noticed the van belonging to my contractor, Charlie. I got out of the car, popped the trunk, and walked around to hoist out the box of pleasure supplies. Charlie was nowhere to be seen, but his assistant, a rakish, handsome lad of twenty-eight named Terry, was coming down the steps from the studio to greet me.
"Hey, Ryan," he said. "I'm glad you got here. I'm just finishing with the floors."
"The floors?" I was disappointed. "I thought those were done by now. You know, the furniture arrives tomorrow, including my bed."
"Yeah, I know." Terry smiled a wicked grin. He had a tasty 9-inch cock that he had drilled into my asshole several times already at the old apartment. He and his boss, Charlie, a 40-something stud with a nice fat unclipped dick of his own, often got together and tag-teamed me after a long day's work on the jobsite. "Don't worry," he assured me. "They'll be ready. You just need to stay out of the studio for the rest of today. Can you handle that?"
"I suppose," I agreed. "I wanted to start moving some boxes in, but I guess I can wait." I set the box I was carrying next to studio steps. "Do you mind moving this up there when you get the time?"
"No problem," he assured me.
We stood there a moment in silence. Reese and the baby were at my in-laws; I had taken the whole day off at the studio to deal with this move, and now suddenly I didn't have anything productive to do. The morning sun beat down on us as we stood in the driveway. Terry was a great-looking guy, and he looked sexy as hell in his work-stained blue jeans and chambray shirt. After a moment, he rubbed his crotch.
"So..." he asked. "You wanna...?"
I smiled. I had an erection that had stayed with me all morning. "Sure," I told him. "Thing is, though, Reese doesn't let me do it in the house..."
Terry nodded toward the van. "I got just the place."
I got in the van with Terry. The vehicle had two front bucket seats only, and the rest of the area was kept clear for cargo. He pushed some tools aside in the back area. A layer of gold carpeting covered the floor.
I unbuttoned my shorts and pulled them off. I was wearing my usual briefs, a hot red pair of bikinis I got from Saks. I bent over with the red fabric covering my ass. As Terry undid his own jeans and pulled out his cock, he rubbed his strong hands over the mounds of my butt.
"Ooh," he moaned. "You got such a sweet one, Ryan baby."
I loved his voice. Everything he ever said when we were together came out as a sort of growl. It made me horny as hell. So did the throbbing, fat nine-inch cock he had in his hand.
"Yeah" I prodded him. "You want some of this? You wanna fuck me, stud?"
"Fuckin' right," he replied. "God, I love gettin' inside your pussy-hole."
I moaned and collapsed slightly forward, letting him strip my underwear off. He made short work of the skimpy briefs, yanking them down to my ankles and off. His hands continued working their way around and in between my round, firm cheeks. He wiggled a finger inside.
"You got any loads in here yet?" he asked.
"No," I breathed. "None so far today. You're the first."
He continued wiggling. "Feels good and loose, though. Who fucked you last night?"
I had to stop and think for a moment. "Some high school hockey player over in Pasadena, and a bunch of his friends," I replied. "After that, a couple of black dudes who hang out down at the pier in Santa Monica."
"How many loads?"
I counted. "Ten or eleven, I think, total. Maybe more."
"Nice..." He then dropped to his knees behind me, and put his face between my cheeks. I felt his hot tongue inside me.
"Ooohhh..." I moaned. Terry didn't usually rim my ass before fucking me. "Terry...man, that feels sweet..."
He responded only with a few grunts, and pressed himself deeper in. He loved eating my hole.
"Yeah, Terry...eat me, suck out those loads...your tongue feels so good, man, eat my fuckin' hole..."
This lasted a few minutes, and then Terry couldn't take it any more. He pushed his whole cock into me, fucking me nice and hard, the whole while grabbing my hips and growling obscenities at me.
"Yeah, fuckin' pussy-boy..." he muttered. "You love that fat fuckin' cock, don'tcha...goddamn faggot...you need that big cock in your hole? You like it when I fuck you with my big dick?"
"Oh god yes...please man, fuck me. I need it. I need your big cock in my pussy."
He slammed over and over into my man-cunt, filling me with his rod, and then finally, with his cum. He shot so much inside me that it started leaking back out. I didn't mind. I pulled my red underwear back up, letting the load that oozed out simply soak into the cotton fabric. Then I spun back around and took Terry's deflating cock into my mouth to clean off the cum and ass-juice.
"Yeah, that's a good slut," he praised me. "You're not gonna get off, pussy-boy?"
I took his cock out of my mouth, smiled at him, and started pulling up my shorts. "Hell, no," I replied. "It's my day off...I've got plenty more chances to spill my load!"
I was so fucking horny after the encounter with Terry, I could barely concentrate on the road. I started driving down the 405 toward my old neighborhood. Brady was busy with another client, so I couldn't get him to fuck me, or to set me up with anyone else. Shit, who was I going to contact? I needed more dick!
I remembered that Bob, one of my neighbors at the apartment, was a screenwriter who worked from home during the week and could usually be counted on for some hot midday sex. He was a married blond stud, mid-thirties, with a dick of death. I'd met his wife a few times; she was a damn lucky woman to get that big thing inside of her every night! Who knows if she knew about Bob's other interests, but since she worked long hours, there was never any chance of interruption when I stopped by. Bob told me he generally needed sex more times in a day than his wife was able to accommodate, so after the first time I saw his dick up close I was more than happy to be his substitute cunt!
"Well-well-well," he said, smiling, as he answered the door and saw my face. "If it isn't the old neighborhood rascal, come back to offer me some trouble. What can I do for you?"
I always felt shy around Bob. He was so good-looking. I blushed and looked at my feet as I replied: "You can...give me a fuck?"
"What was that?" Bob asked, teasing. "I'm not sure I understood."
I was embarrassed to be on his front porch, begging for sex, when anyone nearby in the neighborhood might have overheard us. "Um, I want...I want you to...fuck me, Bob."
Bob folded his arms, not budging from the doorway. "You're going to have to do better than that."
"Come on..." I whined. "Not here, you know what I'm after...!"
"Nope. You gotta tell me. In detail, boy. Tell me exactly what you want."
I hated this little game. Finally, I took a deep breath, and said in my sexiest voice--as loudly as I dared: "OK Bob...I want you to get me naked, hold me down, and fuck the hell out of my hot little hole. I want to be your cunt-boy. I want to feel your long, hard dick ramming into me the same way your lucky wife gets to feel it every goddamn night. I want you to shoot inside me. I want to feel a load of your hot cum shoot into me deep, way up my ass. And if you don't take me inside and use me right now, I'm going to cream myself just thinking about your dick in my hole, so why not put it in there and make me cum that way instead?"
Bob's eyes widened. I could tell he was turned on. Sixty seconds later I was naked on my stomach on top of his bed, grabbing the headboard between where he and his wife slept and splitting my legs far apart to give him access to my hole. He drove his huge cock into me, fucking me senseless until he shot his load.
I knew him well enough to realize he was good for another deposit, however, so as soon as he finished shooting and withdrew, I turned around and sucked him clean--just as I'd done with Terry--and then flopped onto my back and begged him to fill my hot man-cunt all over again.
"Please Bob!" I pleaded. "You've gotta fuck me again...please, it won't take much time...your cock is still big and hard...I need it in me! Fuck my hole! Give this little pussy-slut what he really needs!"
Bob gazed down on me fondly, slapping his still-hard dick around my balls and the inside of my thighs. It's a good thing he didn't reach for my cock or I think I would have exploded on contact. Instead, he simply smiled, and once again worked his fat dick into my insatiable hole.
"Oh god, oh fuck, yess...." I sighed. I love getting fucked when my hole is full of fresh jizz. This only happens when a guy like Bob is able to stay hard and fuck me twice in quick succession, or when I am being gang-banged, such as with the hockey teen and his randy friends the evening before. What a fuck that had been! Five boys, all ages 17 to 19, handsome young jocks with cum to burn, all lined up to fill my hole with their boy-cream. After each one came, he got back in line and prepared to fuck my hole again.
I went into my familiar trance state as Bob railed in and out of my hot pussy. As it was his second cum in a row, it took him much longer to work his way up to having an orgasm inside me. I relished this time spent feeling his relentless thrusts inside me. Every plunge he made into my jizz-coated cum-tunnel rocked my body underneath his. His big, strong hunky frame carried each thrust of his big dick deeper and deeper inside me. He was like a locomotive, chugging and puffing steadily toward its destination. His cock banged in and out of me so steadily and so hard that by the end of it my man-pussy felt like a gaping hole of open flesh, filled with jism, thoroughly violated and totally used. By the time he added his second fresh hot load to the pile of cum that was already streaming out of me, we were both screaming our breathless lust.
"Fuck!! Oh, yes, oh fuck--I'm cumming!" he shouted. I felt his cock squirt an admirable second load inside me, spraying me, effectively douching me with the other loads of cum that were already inside my ass.
"Oh man, yes, do it!" I screamed back, lost in ecstasy. I savored the feeling of this hunky married stud losing control inside me. I wished I could stay the whole day and night and be fucked by him. I wished I was his wife, feeling this glorious stud hose me out with his big cock and load whenever we both wanted!
Again, I didn't touch myself. I wanted to save it for later. After all, I'd been fucked three times already today, and it wasn't yet eleven in the morning. How far could I push my luck?
I decided to stop by the UCLA campus. This is always a dangerous move for any celebrity, as the screaming fans who generally hang out there are more intrusive and annoying than just about anywhere else in the city. However, using a ball cap and sunglasses I kept in the car, I could pass around reasonably well undetected. I cruised there sometimes, when I was at my most horny and desperate for cock.
There was a stud, Percy, who lived in one of the dorms on campus, whom I had messed around with once at a park nearby campus, and whom I had cautiously let invite me back to his dorm room--again, deep in disguise. Percy knew my real identity, and after the first time he fucked me with his enormous dick, I knew I would be back for more. He was a junior, and didn't own a car, so he told me whenever we met again it would have to be back at his dorm. He also mentioned that he knew some buddies who were also very sexy who would probably love meeting me as well, and could be counted on to keep their mouths shut.
I looked up Percy on my cell phone and gave him a call. "Hey, it's Ryan. What's up?
"Not much, stud. Hangin' out, between classes. You?"
I paused. "Horny. I really want to be fucked."
"Yeah? You should stop by then," he offered. "Where you at?"
"I'm on campus."
"Sweet. Do you want me to round up the others?"
It was a moment of weakness for me. Normally I would never run the risk of discovery by a group of total strangers--much less an unpredictable herd of randy college studs--but I was so horny, and so ambitious and determined to get as much cock inside me as possible, that I heard myself saying yes. "Just make sure..." I began.
"Yeah, don't worry," Percy assured me. "They're cool. We do this a lot together."
So I wandered across campus to Percy's dorm. It was a large building, overrun with students of every kind, talking and yelling and running, but mostly ignoring me. Good. I rode the elevator to the fifth floor, walked to Percy's door, and knocked.
"Hey dude," he greeted me, letting me in. "Come inside, the others are stopping by in a bit."
Percy was shirtless and wearing a pair of cut-off sweats, showing off his muscular legs. At 6'-1" and about 200 pounds, he was a rugby player for UCLA, and had the chest and body to match. His pecs were smooth, but he had an adorable pleasure trail leading down inside the cut-offs. His powerful legs, covered in dark hair, were handy for the jack-rabbit motions he made when he drove his huge dick inside me, over and over, deep and hard.
As Percy shut the door and pulled down his cut-offs, revealing his flopping, half-hard monster dick, he motioned to the other bed, and I realized we weren't alone. "This is my roommate, Frank," he introduced. "He wants to fuck you, too."
Franks was a short, dark-haired, dark-eyed Italian-looking beefcake. He had to be a full six inches shorter than his roommate, and was dressed similarly, wearing only shorts and reading a chemistry textbook. He looked up from his book at me, appraising me wordlessly and without expression, and then nodded his hello. His exposed legs and chest showed a deep, sexy tan. His bulge appeared to rival that of Percy's.
"Let's get started," Percy said, wanking himself as he stood in the middle of the room. "The other guys will be over here shortly."
I pulled off my clothes for the third time in two hours, and got on Percy's skinny dorm bunk on my back, with my legs hoisted above me, my toes hooked onto the front of a bolster cabinet that hung above the bed.
"Fuck me, Percy," I moaned.
"Yeah?" Percy slapped his dick around my face. "Check it out, Frank," he said with a chiding tone. "I told you, this little slut knows what he's after, and he doesn't mess around. He loves to get fucked."
Frank still said nothing, but I noticed he had put his book aside when he saw me recline on the bed. He also began stroking his bulge. He was obviously ready to watch and partake of some action.
Percy got on the bed and immediately dropped down to lick my hole. "Jesus, dude," he exclaimed after his tongue had roamed inside me for a few seconds. "Whose load is this in here?"
I explained that it was actually three loads. "One from the contractor at my house, and two from this married stud who used to be my neighbor," I told him. "I'm feeling pretty fuckin' horned today."
"Shit, I guess so," he replied, and then went into my hole with his tongue, lapping up the cum and moistening my well-fucked cunt-lips. "Mmmm, man," he said, looking up at me, with fresh cum all around his mouth. "Whoever it was, they shoot a pretty tasty load."
I felt him rim me for another minute or two, but by then I was wiggling out of control. I needed to be fucked so bad!
"Dude, you must be ready or somethin'?" Percy teased me, grinning.
"Fuck yeah, do it," I blurted out. "I'm so fuckin' primed for cock. Please...stick it in my pussy!"
"Oh yeah," Percy moaned, lining up his cock with my hole and slowly pushing inside. "Fu-u-u-uck! That's so fuckin' good... Frankie, you gotta try some of this. I'm telling you, it's better than any cunt you or I have every done on this campus!" He looked back at me with a stage whisper, adding: "Including each other's..."
I gulped as his monster bone burrowed deep inside my love-chute. As he bottomed out, I realized he was hung bigger than either of the first two men who had used my hole that day. He was also bigger than any of the high school studs from last night, although the black studs in Santa Monica I met up with later on could probably match Percy's dick size pound-for-pound. As Percy commenced plowing in and out of my hole, my mind wandered back to those two dark studs who had used me...one filling my ass as I bent over to suck the other, then letting them switch places, then doing it all again...all in the storage room of a restaurant just off the Santa Monica Pier!
"Oooh...oooh....oooh..." I moaned steadily as Percy worked his big jock cock in and out of me. We both worked at a great fuck. Just as he was cumming inside me, the door to the dorm room opened, and three more guys came inside. All three were gorgeous frat-types, like my host and his roommate. Within a few minutes they were naked, and by the time Percy rolled off my ass, the first one--Clint--was ready to put his big dick in to replace him.
Clint fucked me nice and deep, calling me names as he did it, like his "celebrity cum-bitch" and "star pussy, ready to take some loads"...all that shit. Of course, I ate it up. I wanted nothing more at that moment than to be totally used by this gang of randy college stallions, to feel them deep-dicking me with their engorged cocks and to let my talented ass-pussy soak up their loads, as fast and as many as they were able to give me. After Clint came, it was Pete's turn, followed by Troy. As Pete and Troy fucked me, Clint and Percy stuck their dicks in my face. I lovingly and dutifully sucked their big cocks, which prepared them to fuck me again. Which is exactly what they did--no sooner had Troy shot his jock-jizz into me than Percy was ready to fuck again, and soon all four boys were having their second time inside me.
Finally, after I had taken my eighth load from the horny group, I felt warm hands part my legs yet again, wanting more. I couldn't see who it was, because I had Clint's ass on my face and was licking his hot college rosebud as I moaned in ecstasy into his ass. (Percy had fucked him while they were both waiting their turns, so now I was eating out Percy's load.) Then I remembered Frank, who must have been watching this scene the whole time from his bed. After over an hour of watching his buddies have their way with my ass, he had to be ready to explode! And so he was...he pressed what felt like an enormous cock into me, and as Clint moved his butt off my face, I looked down to see Frank's intense stare fixed on me, my legs around his strong, compact upper body as he vigorously and powerfully fucked in and out of my hole.
"Oh...yesss..." I gasped, loving his deep, staccato strokes. His fat salami plowing my hole made me twitch and beg for more. "Fuck me...oh yes, god man, give it to me...use my pussy, have your way with that ass..."
The other boys were all jerking their cocks nearby. "Shit," Troy commented. "I don't believe it...fuckin' Ryan Phillippe is right here, in your dorm room, on your bed, taking all our cocks and begging for more!"
"Yep," Percy said. "It's gotta be our secret, man. As long as it is, he can keep cumming back!"
"What a fuckin' little slut this dude is," Clint added. "He ate my ass like it was his last meal."
"Yeah, he's a fuckin' whore for cock," Pete agreed, still reeling from his orgasm. "Shit, I've never met a girl who could work that big a load out of my with her pussy before!"
All of this praise and dirty talk on the sidelines was making me shake with horny fervor. Frank looked so incredibly handsome and powerful as he fucked me, I knew I couldn't hold out any more. I had to shoot my load. As I began pulling on my raging dick, and Frank built up to his inevitable orgasm, the other boys all approached me where I lay on Percy's bunk. "Oh yes, oh fuck..." I yelped, firing my own load high in the air, onto my face and stomach. An instant later, Frank roared and sprayed his huge load of cum way up deep inside me. The four boys each took their turn beating one last load onto my prostrate, exhausted body.
After catching my breath, I thanked all of the boys and promised to return. I pulled my clothes on, still panting, and adjusted my disguise before exiting the room. In the elevator on my way back down, I looked at my watch: 12:45. I smiled. The day was still young!
In one of the science buildings on campus, there is a little-known glory hole in the men's room behind the ground floor auditorium. I found it once on the tip of one of my players, and enjoyed sucking many dicks and getting ass-fucked there over several afternoons. The best time for action seemed to be generally around lunchtime, so this was where I took myself next.
As I entered, the looks of several hot young college-age men fell on me. I hoped none of them would recognize me. No one was in the stall with the glory hole, so I quickly ducked inside and shut the door.
Almost immediately, a dick showed up through the hole. I slobbered all over it, giving it the best head I knew how, until it came for me--all over my face and into my mouth. Fuckin' fantasic!
The next cock, and the next one after that, were very much the same. I loved the thought of sucking off all of these anonymous college studs. It was the perfect way to be used for their pleasure without the risk of revealing to them my true identity. As the third cock came inside my mouth, I swallowed its load eagerly, then put my tongue through the hole for more.
About five or six dicks in, I had plenty of cum in my belly, and the familiar rumbling in my groin and ass area started informing my sex-crazed brain of my other needs. I wanted more cocks to use my ass! I sat on the edge of the toilet, my shorts at my ankles, beating myself off as I waited for the next cock to appear at the hole. It was a huge one--uncut, veiny, and black!
That did it, I had to have this one somewhere other than my mouth. This time I sucked on it for only a little while, then climbed onto the toilet and backed up on the cock, impaling it instantly on my jizz-soaked dick-tunnel. The guy on the other side let out a gasp and a satisfied moan when he figured out what I'd done.
"Oh, shi-i-i-itt..." he groaned. "This hot fucker's got me up his ass. Yeah, fuck yourself on it, little pussy boy! You like that black meat? Go ahead, little slut, take it. Let's show us what you've got."
So I got into position, humping this well-hung horny stud, ramming myself forward and backward on his beautiful pole as hard and as steadily as I could. I got a good rhythm going fairly quickly, and soon enough he lost control, sperming my ass with his black babies. Of course, I was totally dick-crazed by now, so I simply left my ass there, lined up with the glory hole, so the next guy in line could step up and push right in.
I got five ass-loads in a row that way, until finally I lost the strength in my legs to keep fucking myself on all those anonymous cocks. After the fifth top came, I slowly got down off the wall, trembling but still horny. I unlatched the door to the stall and the two guys who remained inside the men's room--a shy blond hunk and a striking Hispanic punk--both did me in the stall itself, with me sitting on the toilet and leaning back, my legs over their shoulders. After they came and left, the tearoom was empty, and it was nearly 3 o'clock. Once more, I pulled on my clothes and moved on.
After that, I swear, I had every intention of going home to my house in the hills. I was driving up Sunset Boulevard, jizz now pouring out of my hole and soaking through my shorts onto the leather seats of my car, when my cell phone rang. It was Brady.
"Hey sexy," he greeted me. I automatically pictured him on top of me, fucking my ass like he does so well.
"Hi man," I said. "I took today off."
"Yeah, I heard," Brady said. "I stopped by your house and Terry told me he'd seen you this morning."
"Right," I said. "He's still working on the fuckin' floors. I wish this studio were done with. I want to move in and start using it!"
"You're pretty horny, then?" Brady asked.
"Always," I told him. "Although I've had plenty of men in my ass today. Starting with Terry. He fucked me this morning in his van."
"Hot." Brady paused for a moment. "Well, I gotta get off, and I've got about an hour....where you at?"
"I'm on Sunset. Want to meet at that crappy little motel?"
"Sure," Brady agreed. "Don't worry, I'll get the room."
So, I met Brady at the motel on Sunset that we used sometimes for our trysts or for meeting players. The management is known for being very discreet, as the place is frequented by many of my famous neighbors, as well. Once Brady and I are inside the room, we don't hesitate...just start stripping.
I'm just about to get on the bed, when Brady steps over to me, looking fine as ever and totally naked, and says: "I want to fuck your tight pussy-hole harder than it's ever been fucked."
"Sounds good, man," I mutter, just before he takes me in his arms and gives me a hard kiss and a long embrace. Man, that's nice. He's going to make someone a real nice boyfriend someday.
Brady fucked me in every position. He must have been extra horny that day. He drilled me as I was standing up and leaning into the bathroom doorframe; he poked my hole deep as I laid on my back with my butt hanging right at the edge of the cheap mattress; and of course, he did me doggy-style, fucking me like the bitch I am whenever I'm with him or any other sexy stud who wants to work his dick over with my hole.
We finished with me riding him. I had only cum one time so far that day, while being gang-fucked in the jocks' dorm room on the UCLA campus. It was heaven to just slide my sore, tired ass down onto Brady's rock-hard pole and jerk myself off to a long, blissful orgasm. He followed suit by spraying his man-cream into my well-used hole. Then I dismounted, and we both got dressed.
"I need to go over some papers with you if you've got a second," Brady said as we were leaving the motel.
"Sure thing," I replied,. "Why don't you follow me up to the house. The flooring dude ought be done by now, and I want to check out the final product."
We got into our separate cars, and Brady followed me the mile or so to my place. When we pulled into the driveway, I noticed two extra cars that I didn't recognize. Terry's van, too, was still there. What was up?
As I stepped out of the car, Terry came down the stairs, just as we'd met each other that morning. "How goes it?" I asked. "Don't tell me you're still working on it. I've really got to move some shit over tonight."
"Nah, it's all yours," he said, flashing a smile at Brady. "You should come up and check it out."
I followed him up the stairs and into the room. At first glance, it looked completely finished and ready to move-in. Then I realized there were a few items that hadn't been there before. Specifically, in one corner, four thick bolts had been screwed into the ceiling beam, and suspended between them on heavy chains was a contraption I had heard about but so far only seen in porn movies: A large, shining black leather sling.
On the wall next to the sling was a pegboard, attached to which were shelves and pegs, each holding items that I quickly recognized as the sex toys I had packed into the box that morning. All of my butt-plugs were arranged in a neat row; the anal beads hung from a hook; the dildos and vibrators hung on separate pegs, top to bottom according to size. Nearby, a few jars of grease and lubricant were handy, and lying on another shelf were an intriguing pair of rubber gloves...
"I hope you like it," Brady said quietly from behind me. "It was Terry's idea, but I thought it would be OK...?"
"Yeah, plus we had to get Brady to keep you busy for another hour, becasue we weren't quite done," Terry chimed in. "And, I unpacked that box you gave me this morning to help you get moved-in."
I was in awe. I approached the wall of toys. All of them seemed so newly alluring on full display. There were also, I noticed gratefully, plenty of spaces for new toys as I saw fit to add them. I turned to the sling. It was imposing in size and girth, occupying a whole corner of the room, opposite the doorway and directly across from the bed. Dazed, I grabbed one of the chains that hooked it to the ceiling and gave it a tug. It didn't budge. I pulled harder. Nothing. Obviously, Terry had put some extra support in the roof to contain any ruckus my tricks and I saw fit to engage in. I giggled, suddenly excited. I couldn't wait to try it out!
"I'm glad you like it," Brady said. "Because I invited some of your friends over to help you try it out."
Out from the adjoining bath, four figures stepped forward. All were recognizable celebrity; two were kinky married studs, like me; all were sexy as hell; all were dressed only in skimpy shorts; and all were real men who had, in the past, given me incredible pleasure, stuffing my hole with cocks and tongues and cum and toys. I was vaguely aware of Terry and Brady behind me, pulling my shirt off and my shorts down, one more time, as the four surprise guests before us went about their preparations...
Matt Damon, expressionless, went immediately to the windows and pulled down the black-out shades.
Ethan Hawke moved behind us to shut and lock the studio door.
Mark McGrath (of Sugar Ray), all tattoos and attitude, grabbed the largest vibrator, turned it on to a low hum, and wagged it in my direction, grinning like a menace.
And, calmest of all, Jude Law opened the large jar of lubricant and slowly pulled on the rubber gloves.
All at once, I felt dizzy all over with lust; my mind raced and reeled at the extreme pleasures I knew would be bestowed on me in the coming hours. Brady and Terry took me by each arm and led me forward, turning me around, and then finally lowering me into the sling and raising my ankles toward the restraints.
To be continued...
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My other stories are "Buttsex Junkie" in Bisexual/Beginnings and "Cup of Joe" in Gay/Authoritarian.