Date: Mon, 12 Mar 2007 00:02:00 +1100 (EST)
From: Jason Smith <ross_fan@yahoo.com>
Subject: All Aussie Gangbang - Part One

Warning: This story contains gay sex. If you are under the legal age to
read such material in your country, or are likely to be offended by such
material, then read no further. This story is fiction and in no way implies
the sexual orientation of any of the celebrities mentioned, or any personal
knowledge about their private lives.

All Aussie Gangbang

Part One - The Prelude

Ryan Kwantan loved being fucked. Even before his days as a television star
in Australia and America, he loved the feeling of a guy's slick cock inside
him. It's just in the past five or so years, the cock had been getting more
and more famous. From his co-stars on Home and Away, to Australian football
players, to the cream of the Hollywood A-List, Ryan had been plowed by more
celebrities than Paris Hilton. Depending on the celebrity, he'd fuck them
in return, but that was just an added bonus. To Ryan, all the mattered was
the euphoric feeling he got when his tight hole brought another star to an
earth-shuddering climax. Right now, Matthew McCoughnohey was the star, and
after an hour and a half of relentless fucking, he had finally had enough.

`I'm going to cum baby, gunna shoot a whole load of spunk in you... Oh fuck
man, how come I didn't meet you ten years ago?' Matthew moaned, his ten
inch monster of a cock embedded in Ryan's sweet man pussy. Ryan was taking
his cock, doggy style, his hands gripping the large mahogany bedhead as
Matt wailed against his arse. Three hours ago, Matt had arrived Ryan's
apartment in nothing but a pair of board shorts, thanks to a few days of
organizing with their respective agents. And now, after being sucked and
fucked by this beautiful Australian stud, he was spent.

But Ryan wasn't.

`Let me suck you, I wanna taste it.' Ryan said, reluctantly pulling
forward, releasing himself from Matt's cock.

`Just do it quick babe,' Matt replied. `I gotta blow..'

The pause between Matt's dick being inside Ryan, and Ryan engulfing it with
his mouth, was only a few seconds, but it felt like hours to Matt. He
desperately needed release. Ryan almost took Matt's entire length as he
bobbed up and down. Matt's veiny, ten-inch shaft was the stuff of legend in
Hollywood, but it was his lime-sized balls that Ryan loved. He toyed with
them in his hands as he swirled his tongue over the monster cock. Matt had
previously been sitting up, but the euphoric pleasure of Ryan's mouth was
too much, and he collapsed onto his back.

`Oh fuck baby, gunna shoot a whole big load in your mouth, keep sucking
babe, don't fucking stop!' Matt moaned, writhing in pleasure on the bed,
his eyes closed and his mouth agape in sheer sexual ectasy. All Ryan had to
do was flick his tongue over the tip of Matthew's cock, and it
erupted. First, a massive load filled Ryan's mouth with Matt's hot
seed. Then, when Ryan pulled his mouth back and jacked Matthew's dick with
his hand, another load shot high in the air, painting Ryan's check with hot
seed. `Holy shit!' Matt yelled, as more torrents of cum flew high into the
air. Ryan had seen plenty of guys cum before, but he'd never seen anybody
shoot as much as Matt! It got Ryan so horny that he beat himself to another
orgasm, his third in as many hours, blasting streaks of hot cum onto his
tanned thigh.

`Fuck mate, that was incredible,' Ryan said, crawling up Matt's body.

`Mmm..' drawled the Southern star. `When can I see you again? Tomorrow?'

`Not tomorrow,' Ryan replied. He glanced over at the white business card on
his dresser. `I'm busy tomorrow..'



Bobby Morley had only joined the cast of Home and Away a few months ago,
but he held himself like an acting veteran. His lean, ripped body meant he
was getting more than his fair share of scenes and storylines, much to the
displeasure of his acting rivals. TV soaps were competitive workplaces, and
actors often struggled to get good stories. Bobby, however, didn't find it
much of a struggle. There was a producer on the show, a 32-year old former
actor. He was good looking and talented, but had never gotten a big break,
so moved behind-the-camera. He was also gay, and Bobby had discovered that
in his first week at the show. So, he did what every aspiring actor does -
he seduced his producer.

At first, it was just glances and looks, or making sure he was wearing as
few clothes as possible whenever Jason, the producer, was around. Then it
moved on to friendship, and then, after one cast party, Bobby had given him
a drunken blowjob. That soon became a regular occurance, and once or twice
a week, Bobby would take Jason's creamy loads, and in return, Jason would
make sure he got the star treatment on the show. Nobody knew about Bobby
and Jason's arrangement. Not until today, anyway.

`Oh fuck Bobby, your mouth feels so good,' Jason moaned. He was sitting on
the desk in his office, his seven-incher stuck out of the fly of his dress
pants, while Bobby devoured his cock. Bobby was dressed in jeans and a
singlet, and Jason's hand gripped the back of his head, combing his curly
hair. `I'm cumming man, swallow my load boy,' he panted. He gripped Bobby's
head forcefully, then let out a loud groan as his cock erupted. Bobby
swallowed every last drop.

`Thanks,' Bobby said, all business. Jason was hot, but he only sucked him
off to get something in return, and it wasn't the satisfaction of a blowjob
well done.

`You don't wanna swing by mine tonight after shooting?' Jason asked,
stuffing his cock back inside his pants.

`Nah, I'm good, seeya,' Bobby replied. He fixed his hair, wiped his mouth,
then left the office and shut the door. Just like every other time, except
today, he'd bumped into a roadblock.

`How was Jason?' asked Rhys Wakefield, Bobby's co-star on the show, and the
man currently blocking his path.

`Good..' Bobby replied, brushing off Rhys. He tried to step past him, but
Rhys blocked his way.

`Do you always suck his cock, or just on Fridays?' Rhys whispered. Bobby
stopped in his tracks. `Yeah, I'm not dumb.'

`Listen..' Bobby said, despairingly.

`If you want me to keep quiet, it's gunna cost you,' Rhys replied. He
grabbed Bobby's wrist, then forcefully pressed his hand against the bulge
in his boardshorts. `Feel that?' he asked, squeezing Bobby's hand. `My
dick's feeling awfully lonely.'

Bobby turned away.

`Okay,' Bobby said. Rhys held onto to his hand, and led him down the hall,
into a nearby maintenance room. Well, it wasn't so much a room as a
closet. Rhys and Bobby were mere inches away from each other, and Rhys
still held Bobby's hand on his bulge.

`You like my cock?' Rhys asked. `Squeeze it..'Bobby did so, drawing a moan
from his younger co-star. `It's getting hard..' Rhys whispered. `My
balls..' He moved his hand from Bobby's, giving the shaggy-haired
cocksucker free reign over his growing package. He wasn't wearing anything
under the board shorts, and his cock was expanding with Bobby's constant
groping. Rhys surprised Bobby by taking his shirt off, revealing a tanned,
lean surfer's body. `Can't wait to have your mouth on my dick..' Rhys
said. His cock wasn't fully hard, but was filling his boardshorts. Bobby's
strokes became faster, harder. The fabric of the boardshorts slid all over
Rhys' cock and balls, and his moans became louder too. `Suck it mate.'

Bobby complied, dropping to his knees, then rubbing his face against the
outline of Rhys' hard cock. `You love it, don't you,' Rhys said, his hand
gripping the back of Bobby's head, pushing him closer. His hard cock
strained against the boardshorts, begging for release. Bobby's hands
squeezed the surfer boy's firm arse cheeks, then yanked down his
shorts. With one movement, he took Rhys' entire, cut, seven-inch cock
inside his mouth.

`Oh FUCK yeah man! Take it all down your fuckin' throat!' Rhys moaned. He
thrust his hips, feeding Bobby his cock. Anybody else would have gagged,
but Bobby was a pro. If it took a blowjob to keep Rhys quiet, that was what
he was going to get. `You're such a hot little cocksucker..' Rhys added. `I
can't wait to fuck you.'

That stopped Bobby in his tracks.

`What?' he asked, pulling his mouth off Rhys' wet cock.

`It's going to take more than a blowjob to keep me quiet,' Rhys replied.

Bobby stood up, but Rhys grabbed him, and turned him around, then pushed
him hard up against the wall.

`You know you want it, I've seen you checking me out,' Rhys said, his hands
gripping Bobby's waist. Bobby struggled, but Rhys knew that if Bobby wanted
him gone, he'd be gone. Bobby had a good ten kilos on him. He moved his
hands to Bobby's jeans, and squeezed his prominent bulge.

`Not here..' Bobby said.

`Ok..' Rhys replied.

`But I'll finish you off,' Bobby said, looking down at Rhys' hard cock. It
was dripping wet.

`Go for it,' Rhys said, tilting his head back. It only took a few more
minutes for Bobby's warm mouth to bring Rhys to an earth shattering
climax. `Oh fuck mate! I'm gunna cum!!' He gripped a nearby shelf, his
balls tightened and his body shuddered as he exploded inside Bobby's
mouth. Like the pro he was, Bobby took every last drop. `That was awesome
man..' Rhys added. He slid his cock out of Bobby's mouth, then pulled his
shorts back up.

`Yeah,' Bobby replied. He didn't want to give Rhys the satisfaction, but
the hard bulge in his jeans gave it away. He loved every second of their
encounter.

`And to show I'm not a prick, I won't tell anyone what I saw, and I'll give
you this,' Rhys said. He handed Bobby a white business card, with an
address scrawled on it in pen.

`What's this?' Bobby asked.

`Be there, tomorrow night at eight,' Rhys replied. He moved forward,
squeezing Bobby's hard package, then whispered in his ear. `I'll make it
worth your while..'

Before Bobby could find out more, Rhys had left the tiny room. He looked
down at the card, and put it inside his wallet.



Dean Geyer had claimed to be a virgin when he was in the running to become
Australian Idol. Now, with the competition over, he was free to return to
fucking whoever he wanted. With a model's physique, deep eyes and a perfect
face, he got his fair share of attention. But now he was a celebrity, he
could have his pick. And that's exactly what he had right now. He was on
all fours on a sun-drenched bed in a Sydney apartment, sweat covering his
body. His mouth was stuffed full by Dan McPherson's thick cock, while his
fellow soap star Christian Clark pounded his bubble butt from behind. He'd
met both men at the Idol grand final, and after a few weeks had passed,
decided to invite them over. That was three hours and four cumshots ago.

`Mmff..' Dean moaned, any sound muffled by Dan's frenetic face
fucking. He'd already tasted one of Dan's loads today, and was desperate
for another. At the other end of his body, Christian's fucking became
faster, rocking Dean back and forth. He moaned again. His own cock was
hard, leaking pre-cum onto the sheets. He hadn't come at all today, and
after a few hours of fucking, was desperate to.

`I'm coming man.. Oh fuck mate!' Dan yelled. He pulled his cock out of
Dean's mouth and barely grabbed hold of it before it exploded. White hot
spunk flew onto Dean's face, and another load flew over his head, landing
on his back. Dean's hungry tongue reached out, catching some of Dan's jism,
tasting the creamy load. He wanted more, but before he could, Christian
lifted him up. Christian's muscular chest pressed against Dean's back, and
his hand gripped Dean's aching cock.

`Oh fuck man..' Dean moaned. Christian thought his South African accent was
hot.

`You want to come?' Christian asked. He'd only stroked Dean's dick a few
times, and his hand was already covered in pre-cum. This kid was horny as.

`Only when you are..' Dean replied, bucking his hips against Christian's
cock.

`I want to shoot inside you right now..' Christian said. Dean moaned. He'd
heard a lot of dirty talk in his time, but the thought of Christian Clark's
long cock erupting inside him was too much. `I'm coming mate.. Got a huge
load for you.. Fffuucckkkk..' Christian whispered, containing his
euphoria. Load after load filled Dean's hole, Christian's eight-incher
pumping his second lot of spunk inside Dean for the day.

`Jack me off man..' Dean begged. As Christian came down from his own
orgasm, he brought Dean right up to his.

`OH FUCK!!' Dean yelled. His balls tightened, and his perfect cock sprayed
a cumshot three hours in the making in every direction imaginable. Torrents
of white jizz burst from the head, painting the sheets in the remnants of
the hottest sex of Dean's life. He collapsed. A few minutes later, he was
asleep inbetween Christian and Dan's hard bodies.

When he woke, they were both gone. But Dan had left something - a note, on
the bedside table.

`If you want more than two of us, be at this address, tomorrow night.' Dean
grinned. His soft cock throbbed. This was going to be interesting.



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