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Author's Note: This story takes place in February 2022, in Los Angeles, California.
Notes: the masked boy toys, in order of appearance, are: Simu Liu (sucking Timberlake) Nick Jonas (riding Timberlake) Richard Madden (fucked by Manganiello near the bar) Tom Holland (riding Trevor Noah) Lucien Laviscount (sucked by Manganiello) Tyler Hoechlin (sucking Timberlake) Oscar Isaac (sucking Manganiello)
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"Hell yeahhhhh..." The words rolled out of Justin Timberlake's throat, his blue-grey eyes half-closed as he leaned back on the couch. Breathing deeply, he took in the sounds of music and merriment surrounding him - a beat pumping out of speakers, laughter-filled conversations, glasses clinking...with an undertone of wet sloppy sounds. Opening his eyes, he looked down to watch as a mouth slid up and down his cock. The mouth curled up in a smile, lips stretched around his meat pole, dark brown eyes sparkling with amusement behind a red domino mask. Justin reached out, stroking the wavy black locks of the stud's hair, fingers trailing up the red and black horns rising up from the other man's scalp.
The beep of a timer signaled the end of their mini-tryst. Pulling off and wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, the guy stood up, his muscles flexing under lightly tanned skin. The movement caused the large "T" drawn on his chest with body paint to flex...and so did the black and red wings drawn across his shoulder blades. Looking back over his shoulder, the sexual man-turned-party-favor winked. "Enjoy the rest of the party, hot stuff."
"Oh, I will. Thanks!" Justin slapped the guy on the butt, watching it move under the red trunks - the only clothing the guy was wearing, unless you counted the black leather harness wrapping over the well-toned shoulders and across his back. Grinning lecherously, Timberlake tucked his hard cock back into his pants and picked up his drink.
"I love these parties." Joe Manganiello spoke up, resuming the conversation they'd been having before Timberlake used on of his tickets to "buy" a blowjob.
The pair clinked glasses, winking. "Hell yeah. I look forward to the years that I get an invite."
"And we mourn the years that we don't get an invite. Just gotta work harder the next year." The two men scanned the room, taking in the wonderful debauchery filling it from wall to wall. Every February the Hemsworth Brothers threw a party, inviting the actors, musicians, athletes, and other celebrities who had performed well in their field the previous year. Chris and Liam hand-picked a dozen guys to work the party. Decked in a minuscule costume for that year's theme and masks to hide their identity, the "boy toys" sucked, fucked, and rode the guests, satisfying their desires. Letters drawn on their chests indicated if the party favor guy was a top, bottom, or vers. The two main rules were that guests had to check in their phones and devices at the door...and they could only play with the boy toys, not each other. Chris had told Joe about the first time they ever threw the party and how the resulting orgy got way too out of control, so they'd settled on that idea starting the next year.
"I just wish we got more than six tickets, you know?" Justin took a drink while looking around the room, watching as a hunk with huge muscles and dark brown skin walked by, making his mouth water.
"Yeah. But then the party would last like two or three days."
"I'm okay with that!"
"Ha!" The pair roared with laughter, their blood pumping with hormones and booze.
I got this feeling, inside my bones...
"Aww, fuck." Justin looked over, his head bouncing to the beat, to find Joe rolling his eyes. "Sorry. I think I've heard this song like a million times."
"Kids?"
"Niece."
"Sorry."
"No you're not!" Joe grinned, knocking back his drink.
"You're right. Love the royalty checks from this shit." Justin leaned back, dodging a pretend punch that came his way.
"Hey stud. Looking for a good time?" They looked up to find a scantily-clad cutie standing in front of them, his eyes darting down from Justin's face to the singer's lap.
"Not any more. I think I just found it." Timberlake handed over a ticket and patted his thighs. "Come sit on papa's lap." The boy toy tapped a timer on his wrist and turned, allowing Justin to pull down the back of his gold-colored underwear. Eagerly sitting on his guest's lap, the eager bottom reached down and unzipped Timberlake's pants and pulled out his trouser snake. Already lubed up, he lifted his hips and sank back down, impaling himself on the hard rod.
Justin took hold of the white harness and pulled the other man back, bringing their mouths together, kissing as they worked their hips against one another. Joe watched, analyzing the smaller man's face. "You know, I always play a game of trying to figure out who might be under the mask."
"Me too. But the whole hidden identity thing makes it hot."
"Yeah. Just curious, is all."
"To be honest, I don't care who it is, as long as they give good head or have a tight hole, like this one here." Justin patted the bottom's chest, pushing up with his hips. The narrow eyebrows, wavy mound of hair, something about those lips...
Joe snapped his fingers and grinned a little as a lightbulb went off. A few minutes later, the timer on the boy toy's wrist sounded out, bringing his ride to an end. With a final kiss, he pulled himself up and off of Timberlake's lap, tucking the nice-sized dick back into the guest's pants and zipping them up. The mystery figure broke the kiss as he pulled up the back of his trunks...and turned his attention to Joe, one eyebrow raised.
Reaching up, Joe pulled the young man down, growling a little whisper into his ear. "Hey, Nick." He felt the smaller hunk's body stiffen slightly.
"Maybe. Maybe not. You know we can't reveal our identity. Hemsworth Rules." Those sexy lips curled up in a shy smile.
"Well that's too bad. Channing Tatum's in town, was going to see if my friend Nick wanted to meet up. Oh well." He shrugged nonchalantly.
"Uhh..." The party favor swallowed, eyebrows knitting as he visibly struggled with the dilemma of the bait that Manganiello had laid out for him.
The Magic Mike actor reached around and squeezed the perky butt. "Would be great to spend more than six minutes with this. A LOT more than six minutes."
"I...fuck."
"So much for your mystery identity." Joe laughed as the young Jonas brother's face and body language completely gave away his secret. "Just have to know what buttons to push." His finger pressed in towards Nick's hole.
"Call me."
"Tomorrow or the next day. Not sure if you'll need to rest after all this."
Nick's eyebrows scrunched together, this time from laughter. "Tomorrow's fine."
"That's my sexy little horndog. I'll let Channing know."
Shaking his head and laughing, Nick rose back up to a standing position, almost skipping away as his mind swam with visions of Joe and Tatum and...mmmmm.
"Did you figure out who he was?"
"Naw. Sometimes you win the game, but usually not. I'll get us another round." Winking, Joe stood up, his pants visibly bulging as they struggled to hold in his manhood.
He returned and settled down next to Justin again, waving at his friend Trevor Noah who was sitting just several feet away.
"When are you going to use your tickets?" Joe looked down in his hand, revealing that he was down to just two left. "You sly dog."
"Pounded one over near the bar. That one." He poined at a hunk with a B scrawled on his chest, chiseled jaw covered in a stubbled beard, piercing blue eyes visible under the silver mask, a gold halo hovering over his wavy brown hair. "Trevor, how are ya, buddy?"
"I'm good, can't you tell?" The Daily Show host laughed as he patted the hip of a guy riding his lap. It only took Joe a moment to figure out this one - the puffy cheeks surrounding those lips, tussled brown hair, that chest which made the internet swoon. 'Of course Holland's here, the little cum-catching web-slinger,' he thought, smirking into his drink.
"Nice piece of ass?"
"Oh hell yeah. He's great!" Trevor smiled from ear to ear as the twunk ground down on his meat pole. "If I knew who he was, I'd probably take him home." Joe bit down on his lower lip, fighting back the temptation to spill the beans. A moment later, Trevor groaned, his thighs quaking as he pumped a load into Tom's rear. The devil-dressed-as-an-angel rose up, making out with the comedian until the six minutes were up.
"There we go." Joe lifted his hand, waving at one of the party workers. This one was wearing pink trunks and a blue harness, a purple laurel wreath resting on his head, his cocoa-colored face covered by a mask that swirled with pinks, blues, and purples. Lips parted into a big beaming smile, stretching the stud's beard.
Joe handed over his ticket and tucked down the front of the pink underwear, swallowing the hefty dick, savoring the taste of the other man's precum. Justin watched, slightly confused. Most of the party guests opted to get sucked, or to fuck or be fucked. It was less common that they chose to suck off one of the boy toys. Although, as he watched as someone slobbered on the ten-inch pipe of another vers party favor, he could understand the temptation. Joe appeared to be taking his time, enjoying the boy toy's meat. Those sexy lips dropped into an o-shape, groaning as his ass clenched, shooting jizz down Manganiello's throat. Licking his lips, he tucked the piece of meat back into the pink trunks, pulling the costumed cutie down for a kiss.
"Down to our last tickets."
"Choose wisely." They grinned as they clinked their glasses, looking around the room. Justin found his target first, waving over someone who looked like he might be the brother of the guy Joe had railed earlier: chiseled jaw, high cheekbones, short stubble beard. The only difference was that this guy was more muscular and had green eyes instead of blue; he also sported the black and red devil costume of a top rather than the white and silver/gold outfit of a bottom. Moments later, Timberlake surrendered his last ticket and watched as those pouty lips surrounded his dick.
Just a minute later, Joe had waved over one of the men - this one was similarly decked out in the devil outfit, complementing his salt-and-pepper hair. Olive skin, five o'clock shadow, and thick fingers. Justin's mouth watered as he watched the man sink to his knees and pull out Joe's cock...and Justin's blue-grey eyes went wide. He knew Joe was a big tall strapping dude but the length of his piece still took Justin by surprise, his eyes tracing the thick veins that made their way up the girthy shaft. He watched, his own cock seeming to throb even harder, as the party favor opened his mouth wide and swallowed Joe's rod, slurping on it at a fast noisy pace, spit hanging down from his chin as the boy toy energetically worked the large bone.
Joe looked up to find Timberlake's gaze riveted to his crotch, the other man watching as his big cock disappeared over and over again between the party favor's lips. Licking his lips, Justin's pulse was visible as the vein running up his neck throbbed, his fingers curling up in the hair of the stud sucking on his own dick. With a loud groan, Justin began to fire away, his balls finding their release as he continued staring at Manganiello's meat. Enjoying the sight of Timberlake's obvious lust and the feeling of the tight throat wrapped around his pole, it wasn't long before Joe was spilling his seed as well, each drop greedily swallowed down by the devil resting between his legs. The two costumed men rose up and smiled, waving as they made their way elsewhere in the house.
"That was...damn, these parties are amazing."
"Hell yeah they are." Joe paused for a moment before he spoke again. "Want to head to an after party?"
"There's an after party?" Justin's eyebrow rose, curious and intrigued.
"Uh huh."
"Like this one?"
"I mean, it's smaller. And there aren't dudes in costumes. But it's a good time." He winked, grinning into his glass as he took a long drink.
"Hell yeah. Where at?"
"I'll text you the address. Ready to go, or want to stay here a little longer."
"I mean...this is fun. But I'm out of tickets. And you're out of tickets. So..." Justin held his palms up, shrugging with a smile.
"Follow me." Joe rose up, setting his drink down and heading for the front door of the house.
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"So, thought you said there was an afterparty?" Justin Timberlake followed Joe Manganiello inside the "True Blood" actor's home, looking around, silently addressing the lack of music or guests.
"There is an afterparty."
"Really? 'Cause I don't see anything here."
Joe stepped forward, closing the distance between them, his voice lowering. "I am the afterparty."
"Well..." Justin reached out and traced his finger down Manganiello's chest, feeling the broad muscle underneath the form-fitting shirt. "...looks like the party is banging."
Joe reached down and grabbed the hem of his shirt, peeling it off of his body and tossing it to the floor. "And now?"
Justin swallowed, taking in the very fit form of the stud just inches away. He quickly regained his cocky attitude, one half of his mouth pulling up in a grin. "Looks like the party is very very - " His words were cut off as Joe leaned forward, their lips meeting as his tongue pushed into Timberlake's mouth. Justin reached up reflexively, one hand gripping a giant bicep, the other laying flat against the other man's chest.
A hand raked down Justin's torso, ripping the buttons from the front of his shirt before casually stripping the fabric away. The same hand reached down and caressed his bulge, teasing him through his pants. Joe's other hand took hold of Justin's and brought it to rest on his own crotch, the hefty member throbbing through the taller hunk's jeans. His fingers curled up and down, scratching at the hard pole, resisting the urge to brazenly paw at it, struggling to keep his cool.
He had every intention of putting this stud on his back and drilling Joe's guts - his desire for this huge fuck-stick was only getting in the way of that goal.
Joe's hand brought Justin's fingers up to the top of his jeans...and Timberlake's hand went back down to grope the other man's cock. Joe repeated the motion...and then again. On the third pass, Justin growled lightly, deciding to go ahead and undo the zipper. 'Hell, gotta get him out of these things if I'm gonna fuck him,' mentally shrugging as his thumb and finger worked the button and then pulled down the zipper, the sound seeming to echo loudly in the empty living room. A hand rested on Justin's shoulder and applied pressure - light but determined. Despite wanting to maintain the upperhand, Timberlake found himself awash in the musk of Joe's manly scent, his nostrils flaring as he took in a deep breath to take in even more. Fuck, he could smell the other man's precum and the remnants of his fucking from the party. Licking his lips, Timberlake found himself on his knees, eight and a half thick inches right in his face...and then right down his throat.
What started as a casual blowjob, meant to work Joe up so that Justin could have his way, turned into something else. Timberlake found himself bobbing up and down, just like the boy toy at the party had, eagerly slurping the thick cock, wanting more, needing more. A hand rested on the back of his head, guiding him up and down, slowing him down when his sucking started ramping up to a hyper speed.
Regaining his senses, Justin pulled off, staring longingly at the large piece of man meat as he wiped his chin and stood up. "My turn."
"As you wish." Grinning, Joe picked Justin up and tossed him over his shoulder.
Reaching the couch, Joe tossed Justin down, quickly undoing his pants and removing them, throwing them over against a wall. His boxer-briefs followed, leaving him nude on the stud's couch, his cock sticking up in the air, ready for action. He didn't have to wait long - Joe was down on his knees, spreading Justin's thighs as he inhaled the singer's dick, bobbing up and down on it as he stared into Justin's eyes.
His thick fingers dug into into the meat of Justin's thighs, slowly pulling them further apart...and up...as his tongue began going back and forth between the singer's dick and his balls...and then his dick and the space between his legs, hearing that high-pitched voice turn into a squeal when his tongue ran across his hole. He could feel the other man's legs flex as he began ravishing the tight knot of flesh, the moans turning into whines, until he felt Justin's hips begin to thrust forward, eager to get more of Joe's tongue at his rear entrance.
Grinning, Joe came up for air. "Want a beer?"
"Huh?" Justin blinked, his chest rising and falling as he panted for breath.
"A beer."
"Uh, sure?" Timberlake felt his legs lower to the couch as Joe released his grip and watched as the tall muscular form rose and turned, walking towards the garage.
"Coming?"
'I think I was about to,' Justin thought. Shaking his head in both confusion and to clear away the fog of lust, he got up and followed. "Yeah."
He found Manganiello standing in front of the open fridge in the garage, the light beaming around his naked body, accentuating every curve and ridge of muscle. Grinning, he sauntered up and pressed his body against Joe's. Justin ran his hands around to Joe's front, kneading the hunk's chest and stomach, as he began rubbing his throbbing hard cock up and down the cleft of Joe's ass.
"Get the beer and let's go to bed, man. I'll do what you just did, make you feel realllllly good."
"Mmmmm." Joe growled with pleasure. Justin almost sighed at the feeling of it rumbling through the big chest, right against his palms.
"Come on. Let me make you feel good." He was eager to sink his meat into this stud's hole. He was also surprised at how much of a difference four inches in height made - he had to rise up and down on his toes in order to rub his meat over Joe's ass.
"Sounds good. Let's get to business then." Joe grabbed a six pack of beers by the rings, closing the door to the fridge. As he turned, he bent slightly and wrapped his arm around Justin's waist, easily picking up the smaller man and tossing him over his shoulder. Timberlake found himself in a familiar position, staring down the length of Joe's backside, held over the man's shoulder like a sack of potatoes, as they trundled back through the living room...and kept going, to a guest bedroom on the first floor.
Joe dropped Justin onto the bed, handing him a beer. Opening his own, he grinned from the other side of the can. "Drink up, little stud."
'Little???' Justin's eyebrow twitched. Determined, he matched Joe's pace, quickly chugging the entire beer. Wiping his chin, his eyes caught movement and he glanced down to find some of the beer had escaped Joe's mouth and was trailing its way over his large pec muscle...and kept going.
"Oops." Manganiello looked down as if surprised. "Want to help clean up?"
Timberlake kicked himself mentally as he found his legs working to lift his body, his tongue working to clean up the spilled beer. His mouth moved south, cleaning more of the amber fluid...and kept going. 'Damn, how much did he spill?' the singer thought as he continued downward until he was back on his knees (again) with that big dick hovering in his face (again), his mouth opening and taking it in (again). This was not how he'd expected the evening to go - he'd planned on tapping that gloriously-muscled ass, not kneeling and worshiping this god's cock.
He soon found himself lifted up and tossed onto the bed again. Joe leaned down and took in Justin's dick, sucking it for a short while before flipping the smaller man over again and returning to eating his ass. Justin's toes dug at the sheets, his voice rising to a whining pitch again as Manganiello's tongue sent shivers up his spine. He was barely aware of Joe's licking up his backside, along his shoulder blades, nuzzling his neck. He broke out of the hypnotized state as he heard the sound of a plastic clicking, becoming aware that Joe's cock was grinding against his ass...the movement aided by lube that had been applied just now.
"Hey." Timberlake looked over his shoulder, working the smile that he knew made men's knees melt. "Let me fuck you. It'll feel amazing."
"Mmmm." A beefy growl against his neck caused Justin to moan lightly again. "Tell me you don't want this." Joe slid his cock up, slowly but firmly.
"I...ungh." Timberlake bit back a moan as the meaty head grazed his hole.
"You were whining with just my tongue up your ass. Imagine how much better this will feel in there." There was pressure mounting at Justin's entrance...and then it gave way, the singer gasping as the tip of Manganiello's pushed inside. It moved back and forth, teasing Timberlake until he was panting eagerly.
Any sense of him dominating Joe's hole melted away as he gave in, his face rubbing against the sheets as he felt his hips betray him, his rear pushing back to meet the hard throbbing pole.
He felt Joe rise up onto his knees, still just easing the tip in and out. "Fuck, when are you going to stick the rest in?"
"I'm not. You are."
"Huh?"
"C'mon baby, back that sexy ass up. Bring sexy back."
Justin groaned, both from impatience and the reference to his own song being used against him. Gritting his teeth, he pushed back, taking an inch of cock before stopping, breathing hard as his hole stretched to accommodate the girthy member. He rocked back and forth, slowly but surely taking more and more of Joe's meat inside, until he felt the other man's pelvic bones resting against the cheeks of his ass.
"Fuck man, you're...unnghhh...really...fuck...big, you know that?"
"Naw. I'm average size."
"For what? A horse? AhhhGGHHHH!!" Justin's blue-grey eyes popped open as Joe pulled back and then thrust forward again, spearing his guts "Fuck! FUCK! FUUUUUCK!!!!!" His cries went from pain to pleasure and then ecstasy as Joe stretched him wide and deep, hitting spots inside that made fireworks go off behind his eyelids. They worked up a good tempo, with Manganiello slowing down any time one of them began getting close to cumming.
"Want to keep the party going all night?"
"Hell yeah. Fuck me. FUCK. MEEEE!!!!" Justin reared back, desparately taking Joe's cock. He paused when he felt the other man leaning back and heard the
sound of Joe rummaging through the nighstand drawer. A vial of blue pills appeared.
"All night?"
Determined to match this stud's confidence, Justin arched his eyebrow with attitude. "I said 'hell yeah', didn't I?"
"Okay." Joe grinned wolfishly as he handed a pill to Justin, popping one down his own throat as well. Justin swallowed his, feeling a little bit of euphoria a moment later. His cock began to feel...harder, more there, as if his entire body was working simply for the purpose of driving his manhood.
Joe took hold of Justin's hips and began hammering his ass, with Justin egging him on, begging him to fuck him, fuck him faster, fuck him harder. He felt like if Joe got off, it'd get him off, fulfilling his need to satisfy his own dick's cravings. He heard Manganiello roar, felt the throbbing rod in his ass begin firing off shot after shot of cum...and kept going. In the instances when Timberlake had bottomed, he was used to the top getting off and then pulling out a minute or so later, their loins satiated. That moment...didn't happen. Propelled by the blue pill they'd each taken, Joe's cock remained rock-hard, his cum serving as lube as he continued rocking Timberlake's insides, his groin slapping against the singer's ass again and again and again.
And then Joe did pull out...and pulled Justin backward on the bed, dragging him half off of it. Timberlake found his body flipped back over and then Joe was on top of him, kissing him...and taking hold of his lower back as he lifted Justin into the air. The Magic Mike actor stepped forward, holding Justin up, the Trolls actor wrapping his legs around Manganiello's waist...and then he felt himself pressed back against the wall, his ankles dangling in the air. A pair of fingers raked back and forth across his hole.
"What's this? Are you wet for me, baby?"
"What?"
"Feel that?" The thick digits sank into his hole, lube and Joe's cum and dripping out. "So fucking wet. Your hole is hungry for me, isn't it? All wet for my dick."
"Oh fuck. I thought it was going to be my tu-"
"So wet. It's like your ass is singing for me, I can hear it calling for my cock."
"I..ohhhhhh." Justin moaned loudly as the head went back inside. Instinctively, he pushed down, taking in another inch.
"Yeah, there's that hungry hole. Fucking wet, hungry ass, hell yeah."
"Ohhh fuuuuuuck." Timberlake groaned as the entire length sank back inside, his ass coming to rest down against Joe's groin.
His feet danced in the air, bouncing as Joe pounded him into the wall. On the other side of the room, Justin could see their bodies in a mirror, the muscles of Joe's backside working hard as he drove in and out of Timberlake. He nestled his face against Manganiello's shoulder and moaned, surrendering to the stud. Soon, he was cumming, coating their stomachs with his juices. His still-hard dick throbbed between them, still feeling hot and heavy. Another loud outburst and Joe was flooding his insides again.
Moments later, Justin was on the bed again, this time on his back with his feet in the air. Joe was on his knees, ramming his cock back in, holding Justin's ankles high up and far apart, slowly deep-dicking the singer, who kept arching his back, needing more, both of their hard cocks calling out for attention. Timberlake reached down and stroked himself at a furious pace, yearning to get off again.
It felt like ages until he did, coating himself in more jizz. Looking down, his body was a mess of sweat and cum...and was soon eclipsed by Joe's body as it lowered down, covering his own, those sexy lips meeting his again, that meaty tongue shoving inside.
Justin's legs wrapped around Joe's waist, flexing to pull him in, needing him deeper inside. A moan blasted air against his face as Joe found release yet again, breeding Timberlake for the third time in an hour.
Justin groaned in pleasure and pain as he found himself rolled over, Manganiello knocking his knees apart as he slid back inside. Whimpers filled the room as Justin was pounded into the mattress. Part of him was wondering when the pills would wear off and they'd finally both go limp. However, with his cock doing the thinking, he found himself softly pushing up, partly meeting Joe's thrusts, ready to take that cock again and again all night...until they were both finally spent.
It wasn't how Justin thought the night would turn out...and yet he wasn't complaining one tiny bit. As he came against the sheets, flashes of light popping in his eyes, he moaned out two words. "Don't...stop..."
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The grey light of early morning cut through the thin curtains of the guest bedroom, which was filled with the sound of the mattress squeaking under Joe and Justin's movements, lengthy groans rolling out of Timberlake's mouth while Joe growled with hungry pleasure into his ear. He was on his back, laying on top of the taller man, his arms and legs laying limply on either side as the stud thrust up into his ass. It was the...hell, he'd lost count of how many positions they'd gone through that evening. 'Probably some that aren't even in that Kama Sutra book,' he thought, another whimpering moan hitching out of his throat as Manganiello bottomed out and ground against his hole again.
Reaching down, he found his own cock to be only mostly-hard. The effects of the blue pill they'd each taken were finally beginning to wear off. Looking down, Timberlake took in the sight of his body and the room. His torso and legs were matted with cum and sweat. 'How many loads?' he wondered. He'd lost count after they'd each reached double digits. The sheets were tangled, damp with sweat and stiff with dried jizz. Hell, the bed wasn't even lined up anymore - it was sticking at an angle away from the wall, knocked askew as Joe railed Timberlake's hole throughout the evening.
Fingers at his nipples, a tongue in his ear, and a big cock sawing in and out between his legs. It finally pushed Justin over the edge, his dick spurting out a small burst of cum - all that his aching balls had left to offer. Everything hurt, the result of his body being pushed further than ever before...but it hurt so good. His finally deflating dick flopped around as Manganiello continued pounding upward, feeling tender after hours of being hard. He'd gone from crazy-rock-hard to just throbbingly-stiff, at some point settling on a normal feeling erection, T to the "about to give out" mostly-erect state he'd been in since Joe had rolled the singer on top of him and began gently pawing his body while slowly sliding in and out from below. And now...blissfully limp, his poor dick at last getting a chance to relax. His balls could tell a similar tale, having coughed up load after load until he'd pretty much run out of juices...but still they worked to offer up what little nut-juice they had left.
Not his hole though - that was a different story. He reached down, fingers grazing the spot where Joe's thick member pumped in and out. 'Fuck baby, you're so wet.' Joe's earlier words rang through his head as he felt his inner thighs covered in a layer of cum - his and Joe's. In his mind, he could picture the sight of the stud's cream coming out with almost every stroke, his guts not able to contain the volume of man-nectar that'd been blasted into them through the evening. His mind flashed back to Nick's 30th birthday celebration, the one that Drake had put together, with 30 guys running a train on the Jonas brother all night long. Justin had groaned when he'd sank his cock into Nick's hole, watching as other men's baby batter had leaked out as he pushed in, feeling the way their juices sloshed around his shaft as he began taking his turn on "Nick Jon-ass", the joking nickname he had for Nick based on the sheer number of guys who'd tapped it over the years. He'd been there for the first birthday train, when Nick turned 20, although he'd missed the 25th birthday. Drake seemed to do them every 5 years, which meant it'd be a while before it happened again. Justin sighed, both from longing for the eventual future gang-bang on Nick's rear and the way his own hole felt right now. It seemed to be simultaneously singing praises in worship of Manganiello's thick piece of meat and feeling sore from the non-stop use, hour after hour. He was afraid to look at his ass in the mirror, sure that it would look raw and abused.
Timberlake groaned again, a sound of lust and ache, filled with a new appreciation for Nick. 'Hell, how does he take that much dick and keep his ass that tight? Oh fuck - am I going to be...???' Justin blinked, worried that his ass might be permanently loosened as a result of Joe's big dick pummeling it for so long without a break. The note of worry passed as teeth nibbled on his ear, sending another shiver down his body.
"Fuck dude, I'm so close. Soooo close."
"Unnnghhhhh..." Justin whimpered again, eager to feel Joe's cock throb again as it released another load...and wondering if the hunk's dick would finally relent.
"You want me to breed you again, or..." Thick fingers found Justin's lips, teasing them. He heard his mouth let out a hungry cry on its own. "Yeah, that's what you want, isn't it? My baby boy needs his breakfast?" Justin's mind was blank with lust as he sucked on Joe's fingers.
The fat piece of man meat slid out of his ass, leaving him feeling empty. After so much time being filled with cock, it felt strange for his guts to not be stuffed with Manganiello's dick. Justin felt himself rolled over, a broad hand on his shoulder nudging him down. He slid down...down...down the long torso until he found himself staring at over eight inches of hard cock swaying in the air, sticking up proudly from Joe's crotch. That hand wrapped around the back of his head and pulled him closer until he was nuzzling the lengthy rod with the side of his face. Opening up, he took in the thick bell-shaped head and suckled on it for a moment before sliding his lips about halfway down the shaft. He could taste the flavor of Joe's cum and his own body on the ample fuck-stick.
"That's it, baby. Suck it. Get that load. I think it'll be the last one."
Justin whimpered again, not sure if it was from an eager urge to feel Joe flood his mouth or a vague disappointment that this was the end of their evening tryst. He bobbed up and down with as much energy as he could muster, the long night's hours finally catching up with him.
"Oh fuck. Here it comes. Heeeeeere it...fuuuuuuuck." Joe's head rolled back, his hips bucking up as he fed Timberlake his seed. The singer gulped down Joe's babies, savoring the taste of it, noting that the size of the actor's load seemed to be less than the ones he'd shot into Justin's ass. Joe groaned, deep and long, the sound similar to Justin's earlier orgasm, his body spent as well.
Timberlake felt the meaty rod continue to throb as it softened. He kept it in his mouth, sucking on it.
"Mmmmm, that's it. Clean that dick." Joe slid his meat out from between Justin's lips and watched as that cute tongue popped out and began lapping at his balls, his deflating shaft resting over Justin's nose and along his cheekbone.
Reaching down, he pulled Justin up, turning the smaller man on his side and nestling behind him, becoming the big spoon to Justin's small spoon. As exhaustion took over, he mumbled a command to his phone to set a one hour timer. Moments later, both men were lightly snoring, their legs tangled up as their chests rose and fell with the heavy breath of well-deserved rest.
~ ~ ~ ~
"How?" Justin chuckled, amused and nervously, as soap and water flowed from the end of Joe's half-hard dick. His own manhood rested between his legs, soft and worn out. Yet the other man's cock had miraculously arisen (mostly) as they showered.
"Mmmm, I don't know. Seems like you have a Midas touch there." Justin looked down at his hands, covered in soap and resting against Joe's body. The stud had lathered Justin up and rinsed him off, cleaning his sore tired body from the perspiration and cum that was slathered over nearly every inch of his skin. Justin had been returning the favor and maybe had spent a little too much attention on the muscles of Manganiello's chest and arms, if the rod between his legs was any indication.
"If you're going to keep your eyes on it, might as well have your mouth on it too." Justin didn't even notice that Joe didn't touch his shoulder this time - he dropped down on his own, taking the big dick into his mouth, feeling it swell up and fill his throat as he looked up at the scruffy beard, sparkling brown eyes, and amused grin. Justin looked up, eyes and mouth both wide as he worked back and forth on the thick dick.
The shower water turned off, the dripping sound echoing from the tiled shower wall. Joe pulled him up into a kiss, half-drying their bodies off and moving them back into the guest room, settling his long frame into a chair with his legs spread wide, Justin resting on his knees to continue servicing this gifted manhood in his mouth. That bear-paw of a hand rested on his scalp, stroking his hair and guiding his head up and down.
"Sorry about the foot thing earlier."
"Hmmmph?" The questioned sound was muffled, as Timberlake's mouth was stuffed full.
"When I put my foot on the back of your head, fucking you from behind. I got carried away." The memory rolled into Justin's mind, which was working slower than usual, still hazy from lust and a lack of sleep. He recalled being on his hands and knees, Joe's foot hitting his shoulder and pushing his upper torso down against the mattress, sliding up to rest against the back of his head. His cheeks burned, blushing as he recalled turning his face and licking at the bottom of Joe's foot, sucking on his toes, worshipping his foot. The memory seemed like it had happened to someone else.
He pulled off, sucking his spit from the meaty cockhead. "It's okay." His lips parted to encircle Manganiello's shaft, gliding up and down. Before long, he felt the long veiny cock swell and throb, depositing more of Joe's DNA into Justin's body, joining the earlier load that had also gone into his stomach. Impossibly, he found that his own dick was hard. Joe pulled Justin up into his lap, facing away, caressing the singer's body as he stroked his cock, murmuring sweet affectionate comments, his thumb swiping over the head again and again, the fingers of his other hand pressing into the space between Justin's legs, right behind his balls. Right as Justin was about to lose it, Joe grasped his rod by the base of his shaft and pointed it downward as he spilled his juices, a scant amount of cum splattering onto the floor.
Wiping it up with a towel, Joe winked as he headed for the door. "Be right back - I'll go get our clothes."
"Oh." Timberlake blinked, recalling that Joe was married. His eyebrows scrunched down, confused and a little concerned. 'Where's his wife...?' His head tilted to the side, trying to peer around the door.
"Ah, that's sweet." Joe picked up their clothes, nicely folded and resting in a stack just outside the guest room door. He closed it most of the way, handing Justin his clothes as he set his own aside on the bed. Fingers plucked the pair of underwear from the top of the pile. "Do you mind if I...?"
"Um, go ahead." Justin watched as Joe pulled on Timberlake's boxer-briefs.
They were a size too small, making the large bulge in between Joe's legs appear even bigger, almost obscenely so. The corner of Justin's mouth tugged in a small grin. 'If he gets hard...fuck, somehow, after all that...he'd probably bust those things apart.' The imagined sight popped into his mind, causing his grin to grow even further. The tingling feeling in his own crotch caused him to shake his head, driving away the lustful vision as he finished getting dressed.
He stepped quietly through the living room, not wanting to wake Joe's family.
"Hey, hon."
Justin stared, wide-eyed, as Joe leaned forward and gave his wife a kiss on the cheek.
"Do you guys want some coffee? You look...sleepy." Sofía had an amused smile, like the cat who caught the canary. Justin felt his cheeks burning bright again, embarrassed to be caught by Joe's wife after an entire night together. "Or I can make breakfast. I'm sure you've worked up an appetite." Her eyes darted down Justin's body and back up, lips pursed as if she were holding back a small laugh.
"Just coffee'd be great."
Timberlake stood still, numb with surprise as Sofía brought them each a full cup. "Cream?" The way she said the word, there was an unspoken joke dancing within the question, a knowing glance that was aware that their guest had already had some cream, just of another sort. Justin's brain popped up the mental image of Joe stroking his large cock, shooting a load into a cup of coffee. He swallowed hard and blinked quickly, pushing away the thought. It felt surreal, standing there, his ass stinging, freshly fucked raw by this man standing there in another man's underwear, talking to his wife, as if they were having a normal Sunday brunch.
Justin chugged down his coffee, waiting for a natural break in their conversation to say good-bye, feeling absurd as he thanked Sofía for the coffee...and catching himself before he thanked Joe for...last night.
"The party was a blast. We should hang out again sometime." Justin's mouth went dry as his hole twitched. The idea sounded both highly appealing and...somehow he knew that he was not going to get a crack at this stud's ass. And part of him was perfectly okay with that, content with the idea being a hole for Manganiello to stuff again and again. He'd have to think about it, long and hard.
"Yeah, sure, that'd be great!" Timberlake was surprised by the tone of enthusiasm in his voice. Hugging both of them quickly as he said good-bye, he left the house and got into his car, pulling out of the driveway and heading down the street. A couple of blocks later, he pulled over, grimacing as he shifted on the seat, his sore rear irritated at the pressure of his body pressing down on it.
Closing his eyes and taking a deep breath, he pushed past the pain, feeling a deep satiated sense of pleasure still radiating out from his guts...and an empty ache that seemed to call for Joe, or someone, to fill him up again.
Thumbing through his phone, Justin found Nick's name and shot him a message, seeing if the cute little singer was in town. Moments later, he got a reply - no, but he'd be back in a few days. Did Justin want to hang out?
Grinning, Timberlake sent a thumbs-up and devil emoji. The two settled on a day. Tossing his phone into the passenger seat, Justin pulled back onto the road and began driving home, thoughts of railing Jone-ass swimming through his mind.
~ THE END ~
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