Date: Tue, 30 Mar 2010 20:56:55 -0400
From: foxc <foxytwat@gmail.com>
Subject: 'Hot Salted Lutz'{}(MM)[1!1] Celebrity

*Disclaimer*: I do not claim to know the celebrities mentioned below nor
does this story imply anything about their sexual preferences or personal
lives. This story is a work of fiction and is written solely for
entertainment purposes. Enjoy!

*Hot Salted Lutz*

He had become infamous for a video ad in which he asked "Do you want to see
my dick?"

I've been a paparazzo for close to two years. Twenty-five year-old Kellan
Lutz was my latest assignment. Shirtless pictures of the actor and model
jogging through Hollywood had become pretty common in print and online. My
goal was to get some shots of Kellan that revealed even more skin than his
Calvin Klein ads did. I knew these pics would make me rich and famous. Plus,
he was fucking cute. I'd been following the luscious blond for weeks, so far
without much success.

I was hanging out on a street bench down the road from his gym, a place I
knew he visited at least five mornings a week. I had heard from a trainer in
the gym that after Kellan was done working out his upper body, he would go
for a run around the neighborhood if the weather was nice. Shirtless, of
course. I figured maybe if I was unobtrusive enough I might be able to
follow him into the gym after one of his runs and take some pics of him
undressing in the shower room or something. It wasn't the greatest plan in
the universe. Nevertheless, the Fates were about to smile on me.

I'd been watching Kellan for several minutes. He was standing outside of the
entrance to his workout place talking to a random gym slut. She was all over
him. I could tell even from a distance that he wasn't interested but trying
to be a gentleman about it. He talked to her for another few seconds and
then moved away quickly, walking straight towards me. I quickly did my best
not to look as if I had been paying attention. As he moved towards my
position, the hunk took off his tank top and started to stretch his legs in
preparation for his run. When he got near to me he stopped, put down his
shirt down next to me, and then propped first his right then his left foot
up on the bench in order to stretch out his calf muscles.

"''Sup," he said to me. "Sorry, I'll just be a sec."

I smiled and didn't say anything. It was hard for me not to stare at his
chiseled chest. Even thought I only looked at him for a second or two, I
could see he hadn't waxed for one or two weeks and had a nice amount of hair
growing across his tanned chest and big pink nipples. I wondered if I could
get my camera out and pull his pants down and take the shot I needed. Then I
thought about his cock.

"I know you're a pap," he said to me. "I've seen you out here almost every
day for a while. Are you waiting for me or what? There can't be much reason
to take more pics of me with my shirt off, can there? I've already let you
guys take almost as many as you want as it is. What's your deal?" He smiled.


I didn't know what to say. I'm not he kind of paparazzo who'd provoke a
confrontation just to take a picture of it and besides, Kellan was talking
to me, not yelling.

"Um, my editor just wants me to keep taking pictures of you working out and
stuff," I lied. "He says he'll take as many as I can get. I'm sorry, I know
I'm invading your privacy."

"Yah, but it doesn't bug me, dude," he said. "Its not like I stopped jogging
in public is it? At least you aren't being a prick about it like some of the
other guys."

"Thanks," I replied.

"No worries. Anyway, better get to it, right? See you around. Make my ass
look good if you decide to take a snap of me running away," he laughed and
turned to go.

I must have been extra hormonal or something, `cause my first thought was
the only way his ass could look better is at the end of my tongue.

He had forgotten his shirt so I held it up and called out to him before he
was too far away. He turned to look back over his shoulder and smiled at me.
"Oh," he said. "They don't pay me for my brains, huh?" The blond cutie came
back and sat down next to me. "I'm not into going for a run today anyways,"
he offered. "Can I just hang here?"

"Uh... sure, I guess," I replied. It was a sunny day and although I was
sweating it wasn't from the heat. It was from the hottie.

 "You been a pap for long?" he asked me, obviously wanting to get into a
conversation for some reason. "You like it?"

"Yeah, I guess I do," I told him. "I only do this to make enough money so
that I can photograph the things I like. My photos have placed in a few art
shows, but I've still got a lot to learn."

"You want to show me your stuff?"

I pulled my portfolio out of my bag. There weren't any pictures of Kellan in
there but it still felt weird to show it to him. I was proud of my work but
at the same time was having trouble concentrating because of the soap and
sweat smell of fresh, cute boy.

He took my book and flipped through it slowly page by page. "These are
pretty cool," he said, moving closer to me. "I like `em. You're a good
photographer, I can see why you win awards." His sweatpants-clad thigh
grazed mine and gave me goosebumps. "Most paps just want to take a snap of
my tits and don't give a shit about how the picture looks. You seem like
more of an artist. I like that."

It was sweet of him to say, but I really wished he'd put his shirt back on
and leave. I needed to go home and jerk off before my balls exploded.

"What do you think about coming back to my place and taking some good
pictures of me without my shirt?"

The world's luckiest homo says what?

"I live pretty close. If you came back and did it, maybe none of you guys
would need to follow me after that," he said. "What do you think, do you
want to?" He looked at me expectantly.

Duh.

******************

Kellan did live within about a ten-minute walk of the gym. It took us maybe
twenty minutes, though, with him remaining shirtless and carrying my stuff
for me. I pretended to have a stomachache and was hunched over with my hands
in my pockets. Really, I had been trying to hide my hard-on.

We were in Kellan's yard getting ready to try some arty shots of him
standing around looking buff.  Of course I savored the flex of his muscles
under all of that tanned skin. Truth be told, a big reason I became a
photographer in the first place is so I could look at hot guys all I wanted
through my camera. Kellan was a catch, he of the world-famous six-pack and a
sexy flat belly under a pair of champion pecs and unbelievably hot, muscular
arms. He put his hands behind his neck and flexed for me, showing me his
tempting armpits and their two patches of dark blond hair. He turned briefly
to the side showing my lens a swath of his tanned and muscled back. I could
see a light sheen of sweat between his shoulder blades and wondered how ripe
his ass was.

"Like this?" he asked me. "Is the light good here?"

"Yeah, you look great. Keep doing that," I replied.

"Yes sir," he teased me, looking back. Jesus his smile was fucking sexy.

"Listen," I told him. "I don't even know you at all, but seriously it was
really cool of you to let me do this. I guess I feel kind of sorry for
shadowing you for so long. You're a nice guy – I don't know how to thank
you. I guess I should take off..."

He responded by pulling the waistband of his sweats down to reveal another
couple of inches of flat belly. Lucky for me, it was pretty clear that
underwear was something he only wore in Calvin Klein ads.

"My agent made me wax my treasure trail for the ads, y'know" he informed me.
"Which like totally sucks, y'know? I really liked it. I used to touch it and
play with it all of the time. Kind of the sexiest part of a guy, if you know
what I mean."

I did know what he meant. Color me shocked. If there was any spit left in my
throat I probably would have choked. Actually, I think my mouth was dry
because my cock was so wet.

"Anyway, I'm glad I've been able to grow it back. I never liked waxing all
that hair away, I like things natural on a guy." Kellan stopped and then
looked at me with concern. "Sorry," he said. "I've got six brothers. Getting
undressed in front of other guys has never been much of an issue. Does it
make you uncomfortable? I'll put my warm-up jacket on, no problem."

"No," I replied quickly. "I was just a bit surprised – it doesn't make me
uncomfortable at all. Nipples on a guy are sexy too," I offered. "You know,
if you're into that," I concluded lamely.

"What do you mean?"

So I told him. "Well, you know a guy who works out to get his pecs looking
good, if he has nice big nipples and maybe shaves his chest hair to a light
fuzz, there are some people who think that's kind of sexy, is all." Then I
said, "You must see other guy's nipples all the time, what with your
modeling and everything, right?" God, I felt like such a fucking idiot.

"Yeah, you're right about that," Kellan laughed. "Seems like I see them even
when my eyes are closed some days. What do you think about mine?"

Why not tell the truth? "Dude, they're pretty nice. You're a sexy guy."

Kellan said "One of my trainers told me once that my pecs look best when my
nipples are hard. I think he was right. I mean he ought to know, don't you
think, being a professional and all? Anyways, do you want to lick them?"

Obviously, I was about to become the first fag in history to die from a
boner-induced stroke.

"Course, the best thing in the world would be for you and me could cross
swords," he said. "Admit it. You want me. Now."

He pulled his pants down another inch. I looked at his crotch and could tell
he had something amazing waiting for me between his tree-trunk legs. I felt
like I had just used up about a thousand years worth of good kharma. There
was no way I was going anywhere.

Kellan smiled as he took a step forward. His other hand moved to his right
tit and started to rub it softly. "One of us is overdressed," he said. "You
don't get to see mine until after I get to see yours. Show me your cock. Do
it."

I hesitated.

He knelt before me and pulled my pants and boxers down to my ankles. "Don't
be so shy," Kellan said. "It's not like I haven't sucked a guy off before."
Taking my tool in his hand, he opened his lips and started to prove it.

Kellan deep throated my aching rod like a pro. He flicked his tongue over
the head of my dick in swirling motions while holding my sweaty ballsack
firmly with one hand. With the other hand on my ass, he pushed my groin deep
into his own face snorting like a pig and then looked up at me with shining
eyes. He spit my dripping cock out and said "I'm fucking starving. Turn
around so I can eat you out."

Was he high? "No," I told him "I need five more minutes. Trust me, I'll be
sitting on your face later." I took my meat in one hand and positioned the
weeping head of my cock at his wet, hungry and oh-so-fuckable lips. Placing
my other hand on the back of his neck, I pulled his mouth back onto my dick.
With a single thrust I shoved my entire length into his wide and willing
throat. I started fucking his face while he hoovered my dick down to the
base. Despite his clear oral talents and my obvious need, I willed myself
not to cum in his mouth.

"Lick my balls," I told the ravenous stud. He obliged for a few minutes. He
lapped at my nuts and cleaned my thighs with slow, confident strokes of his
talented tongue. His spit-slick chin was buried in my pubes and he made
grunting noises of appreciation that made the pre-cum flow from the tip of
my dick.

"I've got a nice, thick piece waiting for you. I mean, if you're
interested." He smiled. I almost came.

Instead, I reached down and pulled him upright, going in for a kiss. I
licked his sweet lips until he opened his mouth and then started to suck on
his tongue. I could taste myself in him and it drove the two of us wild. I
worked my hands down the back of his sweats to get a feel of his rock-hard
glutes. I couldn't believe this was happening to me. My tongue was so far
down Kellan Lutz's throat I felt as if I could have licked the soles of his
feet. This guy was driving me mental. He pressed his hardness against my
belly and whispered into my ear "Hey stud, this is fun and everything but we
need to get to my bedroom right now so we can fuck for real."

He took my hand and led me from the yard into his house. It was a typical
bachelors pad, big TV and electronics everywhere in the living room, messy
as a dorm room. We quickly went upstairs and he took me into the bedroom.

"Get that shirt off and let me lick those tits," he commanded, pushing me
before him and pointing to his king-size bed. I couldn't wait to play with
his king-size cock and quickly complied.

Kellan got on top to my naked body and stuck his tongue back into my mouth.
He was breathing heavily and giving my tongue the kind of attention that all
wet dreams are made of. He licked my lips and chin and nibbled my neck and
then licked a trail of spit down my chest to encircle my aching nipples. He
chewed on those for a while, going back and forth from tit to tit until I
was so hard there were tears in my eyes.

"Didn't you promise to get naked," I breathed huskily while spreading my
legs. Kellan grunted, got off me and lay on his back.

"Do what you gotta do," he said, putting his hands behind his neck. I
might've wanted to see his cock, but first I needed to taste those sweet
armpits of his. My face descended into the sweaty tunnels under his arms and
I went to town licking his downy armpits. The taste of fresh man was driving
me wild and I spent a few minutes tonguing every inch of his torso. I paid
special attention to his gorgeous nipples, sucking and licking him them
while squeezing his dripping cock through the material of his sweatpants.
They were soaked both in his dick dew as well as my own. Taking a break from
his godlike teats, my hands travelled down his belly towards his crotch. I
slowly worked the sweatpants down over his thighs and I licked his skin,
moving lower and lower. And I had to admit, the treasure trail really is one
of the sexiest part of a man's body. Especially when it ends in such a nice
piece. Salivating, I looked down in anticipation.

I wouldn't say his meat was much bigger than average, maybe seven inches in
length, but it was really fucking thick nestled in a drool-worthy patch of
dark blond pubes. If the world knew Kellan Lutz had a beer can like this
between his legs, he'd need an army to keep the boys off of him. They'd have
to go through me first, and trust me, there was no way anybody but me was
going to get that dick in his mouth.

"Jesus," he gasped as I finally reached between his legs to take his cock by
its base. I started pumping him up and down. The skin of his dick felt like
silk and he was as hard as steel. He reached down, pushed my hands aside and
took his sweats off quickly.

"I want to know what you taste like," I whispered. I bent down and took an
inch of meat into my mouth. He groaned his approval and I slid my lips
another few inches down. He was so thick I was having trouble wrapping my
lips all the way around his cock. He put his hands on top of my head and
pushed me further down until I started to gag. With his cockhead tickling
the back of my throat, I could feel a steady stream of pre-cum sliding down
my gullet. Kellan's hips started to rise off the bed as he gasped with
pleasure. "Wait," I told the blond stallion, "Let me get onto my back so you
can fuck my mouth properly."

We changed positions and I opened wide. He place the head of his dripping
tool on my lips and moved his hips forwards slowly to slide it into my
mouth. I tilted the angle of my throat to give him better access. He put his
hand on my forehead and took a breath before shoving his cock so far down my
throat his pubes gave me lip burn. He started fucking my face, pistoning his
rock hard cock in and out in a frenzy of sexual release. He filled my throat
with cock and pounded my mouth without mercy. The musky scent of his balls
and their weight against my chin told me he was close to blasting a load
down my throat and my stomach growled in anticipation. "Keep going, baby,"
he commanded, "Just like that, just like that, fuck you are such a good
cocksucker." Kellan groaned and kept fucking my mouth faster and faster. His
cock got even fatter and harder as he did so, my spit was flying everywhere
in his frenzy to stuff my mouth with every succulent inch. "Fuck dude, I'm
gonna cum, man, I'm gonna cum all over your face." I felt a spasm in his
thighs as he stradled me and reached up to grab his ass cheeks and pull
every inch of manmeat into my mouth just as he erupted. Kellan shot six, no
seven, pulses of hot salty manbatter into my eager throat, each blast of cum
tastier than the one that came before. I slurped up every drop of his
essence while he writhed on top of me. Kellan let out a final, low and sexy
moan and leaned down for a kiss, sticking himself into my mouth so that our
two tongues could fight over the small bit of fresh semen I hadn't
swallowed.

"Fuck that was great," Kellan whispered to me. "I haven't cum that way in so
long, baby." His hand reached down between my legs to find me as hard as
ever. "Sweet," he chuckled, "We can keep playing with each other. And I have
the best idea."

"What's that," I asked the satisfied hunk.

"Dude, I cornholed Jake Gyllenhaal last month `cause he begged me for cock.
I'm gonna fuck your twat just as hard. But I gotta tell you, man, my butt is
so wet and ready I'm dripping like a faucet. So first, I need you to tap my
ass or I'm gonna go crazy."

He turned around and got onto his knees. "Do you like my ass?" he asked me.

>From my vantage point at the end of the bed, I could see a finely muscled
bum that descended into his firm, heavy pair of dangling balls. When I saw
the light dusting of fuzzy, dark blond hair framing his marbled cheeks and
highlighting the crack in between them, I knew there wasn't a chance in Hell
that I'd be leaving that afternoon without shooting a load into his tight,
sweaty rectum and then riding his tool until he did the same to me.

Leaning forwards onto his elbows, he shifted a bit on the bed and spread his
thighs for me. It was clear he wanted to welcome my tongue into his
impressive love tunnel. "Go to town on it, stud," he said as he looked back
at me over his shoulder with a look sexy enough to give a woman a hard-on.
What Kellen wants...

I got onto my knees and used my hands to spread those sweet cheeks nice and
wide. I licked my lips in anticipation as I took in the sight of his red
pucker framed by a halo of hair that was wet with beads of sweat. Starting
at his hot salted nuts, I licked his scrumptious ass slowly from bottom to
top. His hole opened up like a flower to my questing tongue and I dove into
his velvety smooth rectum like it was my last meal. Inch by inch, I opened
up and loosened his ass, sticking my tongue in and out while he groaned into
the bed. "Jesus stud, fucking tongue me wide open. Fuck that tongue feels
good. Get it in there deep. Deeper than that baby, make me feel it. Yeah,
that's it you fucking stud. Open my ass up. Get me ready to ride your
fucking tool. I need your cock inside me so bad. I can't wait till you
replace that hot tongue with your meat, man, yeah it's gonna feel so good.
Give it to me, you fucking stud. I need your cock now, man, long and hard."

I was ready. I got off my elbows and moved in between the stud's legs.
Kellan moved his knees apart more in anticipation. I grabbed my aching cock
at the base and placed the head at his wet and ready asshole. With my other
hand, I grasped his hip and moved forwards slowly. My cock slid an inch into
his welcoming rectum before it encountered some resistance. Kellan sucked in
a quick breath and moved his ass backwards into my crotch until my dick
slipped further into his rectum. "Oooh yeah sexy that's what I've been
waiting for," he said, continuing to press himself further onto my tool.
"That's nice right there baby. I can feel you inside me and it's so good,
stud. Now I want a good hard fucking baby, I know you can do it."

He was talking too much. I took a deep breath and shoved every last inch
roughly into him, impaling him all at once on my seven inches of steely
meet. "Uhhhhhhh, god," he screamed. "Uhhh.. fuck you're so big, jesus you're
fucking huge... Oh fuck, yeah I don't think I can take it but it feels so
good..."

"Oh, you can take it," I assured him in a growling voice. "And you'll be
taking it every day until I tell you different."  I grabbed his hips with
both of my hands and buried myself in his ass to the hilt. I started to pump
him, and fuck his ass was so tight I couldn't believe how good if felt. "You
love this cock, don't you," I told him. "You want me to fuck you as hard as
I can, don't you, Kellan," I grunted as I pounded him mercilessly. Kellan
could do nothing but gasp as I continued my anal assault, reaming him out
with pistoning motions, pulling him strongly onto my cock so that he had
nowhere to go but back. My nuts slapped against his tender cheeks as I
pumped him raw. Every thrust was met by a screaming grunt from the stud as
he begged wordlessly for more. "Yeah baby," I told him as my hands moved up
to his shoulders to keep him in place. "Open that asshole up for my fat dick
you fucking stud. Take every inch and love it, I'm not gonna stop `till I
blast my load so far up your ass you'll be able to taste it."

"Fuck yeah..uhhhh...fuck that feels so good baby. Oh fuck you're so big. Oh
yeah... Yeah fuck my cunt you fucking stud.. God, I want your cum in my ass,
keep fucking me just like that."

I could feel Kellan's ravaged rectum opening up for me. I knew I was hitting
his prostate with every thrust. I reached between his legs and found a cock
back to its full hardness. Holding his dick firmly, I started to stroke him
furiously, feeling the pre-cum flow in my hand. I could feel my balls
starting to tighten and started to fuck the gasping stud as hard as I could.
His back was slick with sweat and his shiny, muscled ass took every thrust
and begged for more. "Jesus fuck oh yeah... Uhhh... oh fuck, you fucking stud.
Oh fuck me harder, god yeah that's what I need," Kellan whimpered. I was
close to the point of no return and there was nothing in the world for me
but Kellan Lutz's tight rectum holding my cock in its grip. I felt that
final increase in thickness as I shoved myself as deep as I could into his
welcoming ass and the two of us screamed as one when I came, unloading
volley after volley of boiling semen into his hole. It felt like his ass was
literally sucking the cum out of me it was so tight. My sweaty balls
squelched against his heavy nuts as I pumped every last drop into his
battered bum. Finally done, the two of us collapsed onto the bed. I didn't
care if my dick never left his ass, it was the best fuck I ever had.

Kellan's chin turned towards me. "Kiss me," he commanded. Our tongues
intertwined as the two of us cooled down from that epic fucking. As my cock
softened in his drowned asshole, he moved my hand back to his still hard
cock. "What do you think, baby?" he asked me. "Feel like taking a ride?"

The End.