Slash Meets Slash

By Nicholas Ryan

Published on Jun 4, 2005

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WARNING: The following story depicts consensual male sex. The story in no way reflects the actual sexuality of the actor's involved and/referred to. All real personages are heterosexual and the actions depicted are purely from the imagination of the writer.

Slash Meets Slash

Ethan Hawk was seated at his desk in the office of his Manhattan apartment looking at his laptop. He was at a loss. He'd been working on a new novella but had been paralyzed for the last few hours with writer's block. He was frustrated as hell. Despite his previous literary endeavors, this was turning into a piece of tripe.

"Ah hell!" He released audibly.

However, he refused to move from the desk, eyes transfixed on the screen of the lap top. Even the sound of the doorbell didn't waver his trance. He had a housekeeper, she could deal with the afternoon intruder. He'd left explicit instructions that he wasn't to be interrupted. Of course, at this stage, very little was likely to be interrupted.

When the office door did open, Ethan half turned, expecting the housekeeper to inform him of the visitor she took care. He was surprised to see Ben Stiller saunter into the room. "Ben," he greeted with a smile.

Ben smiled, "what's up dude?"

"Not much," Ethan shrugged, "I've just been sitting here working on a new short story." Ethan expelled a breath in frustration, "or at least trying to work on a story."

Ben nodded and walked around the desk to stand behind Ethan, looking over the actor's broad shoulder. "Hmm, I see what you mean." He moved and sat on the edge of the desk. "Writer's block sucks," he sympathized, "I've had it numerous times myself."

"How'd you break it?"

Ben shrugged, "I kill it in different ways, mostly trying to think about other things. Some times I'll go on line and surf the web for ideas."

"Hmm, I guess I could try that." Ethan said in an off hand manner. "You search the net a lot?"

Ben chuckled, "about as much as anyone else. I need to get my ideas from some place."

Ethan made a face. "I doubt I'd get any inspiration from any of the vapid things on line."

"Oh I don't know," Ben offered, "you'd be surprised at some of the interesting shit I've found on line."

Ethan laughed, "yeah? Like what?"

Ben thought a moment. "Well, like that slash fiction shit."

Ethan frowned. He had no idea what Ben was talking about. "Slash fiction? Is that a literary form of the slasher film?"

"No," Ben laughed. "Slash fiction is a story that involves romance or sexual relations between famous people or fictional characters of the same gender."

Ethan was stunned. Ben had to be kidding. "Get the hell out of here," he chuckled in disbelief.

"No, I'm serious." Ben insisted. "Its one of the biggest things right now. Women really dig it."

"No shit?" Ethan just couldn't believe it.

"Yeah," Ben insisted. "They write a large majority of it. Women on women; men on men," he elaborated.

Ethan was incredulous. "Really?"

Ben nodded. "Sure a lot of the stuff is written by gay dudes, but women write it for the most part."

"No kidding," Ethan said in awe.

"Yeah," Ben went on, "but I've always wondered if a straight dude could write one just as well as the chicks and," he looked at Ethan, "the gay dudes."

Ethan couldn't quite say. He'd never tried his hand at any sort of erotica, heterosexual let alone gay. But hell, who was he to criticize what people were into.

"Hey," Ben chimed, a thought coming to him, "maybe you and I should try our hand at it."

"I don't know," Ethan hedged. He had no idea what two dudes could do together sexually.

"Come on dude," Ben encouraged. "We could look at it as a writing exercise."

Ethan shook his head. "I don't know Ben."

"Come on Ethan," Ben stood. "It might give your creativity a furtive stir."

"Well....." Ethan hedged. "I wouldn't even know how to begin."

Ben walked around behind Ethan and looked over his shoulder. "I'll start it for you." Ethan looked at the computer screen silently while Ben thought furtively. "Now let's see," he scratched his head, "who could we write about?"

"Well," Ethan offered half heartedly, "everyone seems to be in love with that pretty boy Brad Pitt."

"Hmm, Brag Pitt," Ben said, "not a bad idea. Now who could we hook him up with." Ben twisted his lips a bit in concentration. "I know," he said at last, "that British soccer player, David Beckham. The chicks and gay dudes are really into him."

Ethan shrugged, "ok," he said unenthusiastically.

"Ok," Ben looked at the screen, "type this. David Beckham is sitting in a cyber cafe in the US somewhere and he's sending e-mails to his wife, that Spice Girl bitch."

Ethan reluctantly began to type, "a cyber cafe in Manhattan."

"That's good," Ben agreed. "So Beckham's in this cyber cafe and Brad Pitt strolls in." Ethan rolled his eyes; as if! But he continued to type. "So Pitt sees Beckham and he's always been hot for the British athlete so he decides to seduce him."

Ethan paused, "in a cyber cafe?" He voiced in disbelief.

"Sure, sure," Ben glossed over the unlikelihood of such a thing. "The cafe's closed and the two are alone." Ben nudged Ethan's shoulder to encourage his continued typing.

"Ok," Ethan rolled his eyes typing it out. "They're alone in a closed cyber cafe."

"Anyway," Ben continued. "Brad walks up behind Beckham and waits for the soccer player to notice him but Beckham is too absorbed in his e-mail, so Pitt lifts his hands and runs them down under Beckham's shirt," Ethan was startled when Ben began to act out the scenario, reaching low beneath Ethan's loose fitting cotton shirt. "Like this." Ben's hands were warm as they slid along Ethan's lightly hair dusted chest. Ben's palms warmed Ethan's nipples and they tingled to erect little nubs. Whether Ben was aware of the reaction or not, he moved his hands lower to Ethan's six pack. "So Pitt is feeling up the soccer player and Beckham is getting excited and really into the body worship."

Ethan had to admit he could understand such a response as Ben rubbed his hands across Ethan's abs then moved the hands up and gently tweaked his nipples. Ethan shifted in his seat and was embarrassed by the erection that began to tent his Khakis. However he continued to write and attempted to be as nonchalant about it like Stiller.

"Beckham is really turned on by the pretty boy actor's and reaches down and pulls his hard cock out of his pants," Ben bent further and pulled at the fly of Ethan's pants. Ethan nearly jumped out of his seat as Ben reached inside and fished out his hard cock. "Just like this."

Ethan was only relieved that Ben wasn't making a big deal out of the fact that Ethan was getting turned on by all of this. Ethan shivered as Ben massaged his cock with his hands and jerked it a few times.

Ben smiled and cast Ethan an enthusiastic grin, "pretty good so far, huh?"

Ethan couldn't find his voice. He merely nodded.

"Well, Beckham is one sexy stud and Pitt lets him know it by leaning in a bit and running his tongue up the column of Beckham's throat." Ethan gulped as Ben followed suite. "Pitt pays special attention to the stud's ears," and Stiller ran the tip of his tongue along the folds of one of Ethan's ears and gently bit the ear lobe. "So Beckham is really turned on the way Pitt wants so he drops his own pants." Ethan didn't have to look to know that Stiller was doing so as well. Ethan merely looked at the laptop screen, but of course he was no longer typing. He was too confused and turned on at the same time.

"Anyway," Ben said, "Pitt proceeds to climb up on Beckham's lap, like this," and Ben climbed up on Ethan, straddling him and facing him so that their chests nearly touched. Ethan was wide eyed and speechless. If he had wanted to move or push Stiller away, he was powerless to do so. "Pitt reaches around behind him," Stiller followed suite, "grasps Beckham's big hard dick," Ben's hand was warm and firm on Ethan's engorged cock. "He lines it up with his tight hole and sits down on it."

Ethan expelled a hot breath as Stiller pushed down, enveloping his hard cock in his tight warm hole. Stiller tightened his butt muscles around Ethan's cock. Unconsciously Ethan ran his hands up Stiller's thighs and grasped his tight bubble butt.

Stiller grinned, "Beckham is a stud but Pitt is a power bottom and begins to ride the soccer player's big dick." Stiller began to bounce upon Ethan's engulfed cock. Squeezing as he slid up and down. The sensation made Ethan's cock surge even more. "But," Stiller began to breath deeply, "Beckham....is...a...top...and knows....how to.....treat....a....bottom!"

Ethan gripped Stiller's butt cheeks tightly and began to thrust upwards.

Stiller pushed down to meet the thrusts. His breathing was ragged.

"Beckham.....ughh....Beckham....thinks that Pitt's hole.....ughh....is tighter than his wife's, the silly Spice bitch....ughh." Stiller grunted, riding Ethan's cock, meeting each thrust with his own downward thrust, convulsing his rectum muscles around the invasive cock. "Pitt," he gasped, "Pitt tells Beckham to fuck him! Fuck him! Ughhh....fuck me!" he chanted, "fuck me Ethan!"

Ethan slammed into Stiller, pulling the actors's butt back down harshly with each thrust. "Ride my cock, Ben!" He finally growled. "Ride it baby!" He rubbed the bubble butt a bit, "its so tight, so hot..."

"Shut the fuck up and fuck me stud!" Stiller wailed, "fuck my hole!"

Ethan gritted his teeth and reamed Stiller's hole. His balls were churning, he was so close. He was going to blow, right up inside of Stiller. "I.....I'm gonna....cum....." he panted.

"Shoot it baby," Stiller cheered, "shoot it!"

Ethan's balls tightened and his cock jerked. "Ahhhhhh fuckkkkkkinnnnn aaaaaaaaaaaaa," Ethan groaned as his cock released a jet of hot cum inside of Stiller's tight hole. "Ughhhhh Ahhhhhhhhhhhh Yeahhhhhhhhh." And his cock pumped Stiller full.

Ethan's orgasm triggered Ben's, "Shitttttttttttttttttt yeahhhhhhhhhhhh," he gritted as he spurted ropes of spoog across Ethan's abs. He reached up, grabbed his cock, and milked it empty.

Ethan was just regaining his breath while Stiller collapsed atop him. Both men's breathing was belabored for several minutes. Ethan was too stunned to speak. He couldn't believe that he had fucked another dude and enjoyed it.

Stiller smiled. "That was pretty good," he said in good nature, "but I think the next story we write will be even hotter."

Ethan blinked in surprise but then smiled and nodded. "Yeah," he chuckled. "The next one will definitely have to be hotter."

"Well," Stiller began licking Ethan's neck, "let's get working on it." And Ethan's spent cock began to stir in Stiller's ravaged, but still tight hole.

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