Date: Sun, 21 Apr 2002 15:36:31 -0700 From: Backlash29 x Subject: ryans-hole-8 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 8: Afternoon Delight My ass was made for fucking. Guys have told me this for years, but after what happened last week-end in Percy's and Frank's dorm room, I now know it for sure. I am an ass-whore, a slut put on earth to take men's cocks and loads. I use my ass to give men pleasure, and I milk their cocks with it to give pleasure to myself. Of course, I have more to offer besides an insatiable butt. Every part of me was built to service men. My perfect, pouty little lips--the same lips that first got me noticed in Hollywood--were made to suck the cum from men's cocks. My sharp tongue, so famous for its abilities on the silver screen, is actually a muscle I use for giving pleasure to a man's cock-tube, ass-crack, or any other body part he puts in front of me. My cute, strong legs are meant for wrapping around the torso of a hot man to pull his big dick deeper inside me, or to hold my ass in position for long periods when I'm on all fours getting railed by some stud's hard shaft. But it is my ass itself that is my most purposeful feature, the center of my whole being. As I walk around in my daily life, I am acutely aware of it at all times. Sometimes I even feel it can speak to me. It is a source of so much hunger and desire, a container of pure lust. I can be acting in a scene, or driving in my car, or sitting in a restaurant, or spending time with my wife and family, and suddenly I am consumed with the familiar longing: to be filled, to be fucked, to pull a man's cock into my ass and suck on it with my butthole until I make him cum deep into me, my reward for milking his bone so thoroughly with my anal talents. I've had a lot of wild scenes, but nothing was ever better than that day I was Frank and Percy's dorm slut. I got fucked for hours and hours and hours. They told me afterwards that over 125 guys had fucked me, and that I got over 200 loads of cum shot up my ass. It's more than I usually get in a whole week! Looking back, it's hard to believe one little guy like me could have had the stamina to take all of that fucking and abuse, but I did. It's also hard to believe that so many guys could shoot their loads in me in the space of one afternoon and evening, but the truth is that for every guy who spent five minutes railing me, there were five other guys who came inside me within a few seconds. I guess most of the guys got so turned-on watching the gang-bang in progress that by the time they stuck their dicks in me they were just about ready to blow. No matter--their cocks and loads were welcome all the same. After the last few jocks left and we'd finished off our pizza, Frank got on the Internet and put an ad in a few of his favorite gay sex chat rooms: "Who wants to help us use a well-fucked movie star? Cum to our dorm room, drop a load in his hole. Discretion required. Serious replies only. RT right now! Send face and body pic for address. UB under 25 and hot." Over the course of the evening and into the night, this produced another dozen or so fucks, all of them from well-hung goodlooking studs like the ones who had been using my ass hard all day. In between the fucks I dozed on Frank's bed, or snuggled with him and Percy and Joe, or we all just chatted about stupid stuff. It was great to make some friends who were outside my Hollywood circle, who treated me like just a regular guy. Well, a regular guy with an insatiable need for men, sex, dicks and jizz. "Aren't you worried these guys will know who you are?" Joe asked before the first few Internet hook-ups arrived. "Nah," I said. I was relaxing pensively on the mattress, in a puddle of sweat and cum, tipping my torso forward and backward, feeling all the hot sperm that had been dumped inside me run slowly up into my crack and deep into my hole as I leaned backward, then back out of my hole and joining the rivulets of cum that spread across my inner thighs when I leaned out. "Thing is, even if they go tell their friends the fucked Ryan Phillippe, who's going to believe them?" The guys laughed at this, but we all knew it was true. * * * After that, Frank and Joe hit the sack, but Percy took me out to a great sex club in West Hollywood I'd never heard of before. It was nearly three o'clock a.m. when we got there. I made my way past dozens of sexy and admiring men, found the sling room, and crawled into the sling. Percy fucked me first, and by the time he was done there was a small crowd waiting, fifteen or so hot guys all stroking their dicks. I took all of their cocks and cum for the next three hours or so. When I finally stumbled home and dragged my sore, well-used ass into bed, it was nearly sunrise. I took a shower, crawled into bed with Reese, kissed her sleeping head, and dozed a few more hours before waking up groggily to the sound of my 8:30 alarm. Brady showed up, as usual, at around 10. I was fixing a light breakfast and trying to face the day. His Salt Lake trip had only lasted a couple of hours, so he'd caught the last flight back to LAX the night before. "Flying always makes me horny," he told me. "I almost called you to see if you wanted to fuck, but I didn't get home from the airport until after eleven last night." "I wouldn't have been home anyway," I said, and proceeded to tell him what had gone on in the twenty-four hours since we had last seen each other. As I described more and more details about the gang-bang scene, Brady's eyes slowly widened and his jaw literally dropped in awe. "You're shitting me," he said, aghast. "You...are...shitting me. Fuck." He blinked a few times. "You mean to tell me...I go out of town for one day, one fuckin' day, and when I get back I find out...you've been getting gang-banged by a whole dorm building full of horny jocks?" "Right on," I said. "Got all their cocks, and all their cum. you should have been there. It was incredible." He asked how many cocks I'd taken, and how many loads. When I told him, he jumped out of his chair and rapidly paced the room, almost hysterical with rage and jealousy and horniness, which made me laugh. "I don't believe it! I don't fuckin' believe it! There's no way you did it. No one can take that much cock." "Well, I did it. And it was amazing." Subconsciously, I felt my asshole twitching already at the recollection of the previous day's events. I had woken up REALLY sore that morning (big surprise) and had to take a bath with epsom salts and then rub lotion all around my swollen hole to keep it from burning. "It really happened. You can call my buddies, Percy and Frank, if you don't believe me." He looked in my eyes, saw my impish grin, and gradually I could see his expression change to one of acknowledgement. "Incredible," he mumbled. "Jesus Christ, how can you be walking around? Your ass must feel like the Holland Tunnel right about now." "It does," I agreed. "Don't know how many dicks I'll be able to take today." I grinned at him again, pouring us a couple of glasses of fresh juice. "Not 150 again, that's for sure." "Fucker. Don't rub it in." "Ooooooh, speaking of rubbing it in," I went on, relishing the chance to tease him. "In between the guys fucking me, there was so much cum pouring out of me that it ran all over the bed, and the guys had to either rub it into my skin, or use it as lube on my ass, or use it to jerk me off. A few of the guys even helped lick it up. Frank and these other two hot dudes ate a lot of it out of my ass-cunt towards the end of the day." Brady collapsed into a chair, his sexual frustration visible both on his face and in the well-packed crotch of his sexy jeans. "Holy shit, I shoulda been there," he whistled. "Jesus Christ, I can't believe you took all those cocks, and I wasn't there to lick your hole when they were done." He suddenly looked back up at me, expectant. "Is there any still in there?" "No babe, sorry," I laughed. "I washed it all out after I got back in this morning." Brady thought for a moment, then said: "Well, you'll just have to invite me to the next one." "I promise I will," I said. "Meanwhile, have a bagel. You'll feel better." * * * After mercilessly teasing Brady about missing out on the gang-bang, I took pity on him and gave him some head. He was ready to blow a gasket, sexually speaking. There was no way in hell I was letting him go up my ass--I was still way too sore down there. So, my pants stayed on. In fact, I kept all of my clothes on, stopping only to unbutton my Armani shirt and pull it back over my shoulders a little. Brady is quite a shooter when he cums, and I didn't want my favorite shirt to get ruined. I love sucking Brady's tool. He makes the cutest moaning noises when I do it, and he has the sexiest legs of just about anyone I know, so it's a pleasure to find myself crouching in between them. He also had delicious cum, and I don't get to taste it very often because we both usually prefer that he shoot it into my ass instead of down my throat. On this morning, however, my mouth was the only option, and so when he blew all ten ropes of his tasty seed into me, I savored it all in my mouth for a moment and then swallowed it down. My abstinence from buttsex didn't last long, however. I took a quick power nap in the mid-afternoon, and after waking from that, my ass--which had been painfully sore all day--felt almost entirely back to normal. Not just that, but when I sent my hand down to check the swelling, I was pleased to find not only that it had gone down as well, but also that my hungry hole was back to responding in its usual way to such a sensation: My hole seemed to pull my fingers inside, and the lips of my ass-cunt smacked instinctively on the fingertips, as if anticipating penetration by a long, juicy cock. Yep, I was definitely healed! The problem was, I had to be on-location in just over one hour. There wasn't enough time to call Brady again and invite him over. And I had told him to cancel my sex appointments for the whole day, figuring my ass would be out-of-commission. I could call up my UCLA friends--shit, I had a lot of those, now--but the campus was still too far for any of us to drive and be back within one hour. Then I remembered Jaron and Duane, the hot black brothers who lived just down the street. I had seduced them a few weeks earlier, in my less than subtle way: I saw them out doing yardwork, walked over, and offered to suck their dicks. That led to a great scene back at my playpen, where Brady walked in just as Jaron was failing wildly in and out of my with his gargantuan black dick, while his kid brother Duane waited impatiently for his turn. The two together were great sex, and had invited me to call them anytime I felt horny again for deep penetration from two hot black brothers' huge cocks. I ran out to the playpen and rifled through the desk drawer, looking for their phone number. I finally found it and placed the call. The younger brother, Duane, answered. "Duane, man, it's Ryan. Across the street. Remember me?" "Hey pussy-boy. Yeah, I remember you. You that sweet-looking whiteboy who likes to take black dick." "That's me," I said, suddenly breathless. "I...I need it again. Now." "Now?" Duane laughed. "Boy, you are one horny lil' bitch. You want me to just come over there and fuck you right now?" "Yes please," I blurted. "And your brother, if he's...?" "Jaron's not home, pussy-boy. Jaron's out with his friends. You might like to meet them sometime." "I will. I mean, yes, I'd like to. But right now...I've only got an hour..." There was silence on the phone. I was aware I sounded desperate, but I didn't care. I really was desperate. I was a junkie, coming down off a huge high, in need of another fix. "Please..." I added. Duane chuckled softly and then said, "That's it, bitch. You know how to beg. I heard you do it, c'mon." "Please!" I whined. "Oh please, yes Duane, I want cock...I want your big black dick, any dick, just get it inside me...I want your big cock up my ass..." "Damn, that's sweet, bitch," he said. "It's sweet when you beg like that. You got me all hard already. Beg for me some more, lil' white cunt. Beg like you mean it. I like that shit." "Oh please, please don't touch your cock sir...let me do it, Duane...let me suck your big cock into my mouth and into my asshole, let me make love to it with my tight white boy-pussy..." I left off there, crazy with lust. I had my pants open now and was fumbling with my painfully hard dick. Duane was silent, but unrelenting. "Go on." "Fuck, sir, please come over and fuck me...please, I'm waiting...I'm already hard and getting naked, I need you to fuck me, please! My hole needs your dick so bad...please sir, I haven't been fucked all day..." "All DAY?" Duane said with a whoop. "Bitch, did you just say your ass ain't been fucked all DAY? Shit, you are one crazy motherfuckin' white slut, you know that? Is one day really a long time for you to go without getting some dick?" I swallowed hard, thinking about his question. "Well...yeah, I guess it is..." "Bitch, how many cocks do you get in you in a typical day? How many have you had in, let's say, the last forty-eight hours?" I didn't really want to go into the whole gang-bang thing. There wasn't time. "A lot, I guess," I said. "What's a lot, bitch?" he asked. "More than five?" I grinned into the phone, still breathless. His gross underestimate struck me as funny. But I still really wanted his cock. "Answer me, cunt-hole. Did you get fucked by more than five cocks in the last forty-eight hours?" Out of breath, but trying not to laugh, I responded: "Yes sir. It was more than five cocks." "Shit." Duane let out a long whistle. "Shit, pretty boy, you get even more pussy than me and my brother do. And you IS the pussy, in this case. You rich and famous types, all into your weird sex games and shit, you got nothing but time on your hands to go out and get laid. That must be quite the life." I did laugh, then, breaking character. "Man, Duane, your family's a lot richer than I am, and you and Jaron get pussy all the time." "I guess that's true." "So, you going to fuck me or what?" "Fuckin' right I am," Duane said. "I'll be there in five minutes. Be face-down on your bed and leave the door open. I'm gonna pump your ass like an old BB gun and make you beg for these black babies. I bet I can blow three whole loads in you in one hour, before you gotta go." "Let's do it," I said, removing the rest of my clothes as I hung up the phone. * * * As it was, he did shoot three big loads of hot cum into my hungry ass-twat, and with enough time left over for me to suck heartily on his luscious black wang. We ended up in the sling, him standing to the side, me covered in cum with his delicious long ebony cock driven straight down my throat. With my right hand I held the shaft of it and pulled the skin through my fist in a hot jack-off motion, longing to feel his cream in my belly. With my left hand, I reached between my legs, which were spread wide and held high by the sling, and frantically jammed three fingers in and out of my well-used male pussy. All of the cum Duane shot there was frothing out around my fingers. Just as I was bringing Duane to the brink with my mouth, I heard a knock at the door to the playpen, followed by the door opening and someone coming inside. Not wanting to remove Duane's tasty cock from my mouth, I strained to peer around and see who had joined us. It was none other than my old friend and former co-star, Freddie Prinze Jr., stopping by for a casual fuck. He was wearing some hot little cargo shorts, a tank top that showed off his cute muscles, and a coy little smile. He looked hot as shit. Without a word, he approached us, dropped between my spread legs, and began lapping around the place where I was shoving my fingers in and out of my hole. I quickly moved my hand away so that he could enjoy better access. "Oooh, uuungh..." I grunted happily as I felt Freddie's hot, wet tongue slither around the entrance to my ass and then poke its way deep inside. I pulled Duane's cock out of my mouth momentarily to urgently address our new arrival. "Oh Freddie, man, you gotta fuck me fast, I'm on location in about fifteen minutes..." Freddie lapped lovingly a moment longer at my gaping, leaking ass-cunt, then stood and opened his shorts, revealing that long, plump dick he fucks me with at least once or twice per month. "Will do!" he said. His shorts fell to his ankles, and he jammed his whole hard dick into me, sending me into an ecstatic orbit as I resumed expertly deep-throating Duane's huge chocolate pole. Both guys, aware of the need to get off in me as soon as possible, redoubled their efforts and began fucking me in earnest, one at either end. I was being orally penetrated by my hot black neighbor as Freddie used my asshole to get off his superstar cock. Finally, both hot guys shot their loads in me, into my wanting, sucking mouth and ass holes. I swallowed lovingly all of the cum Duane blasted down my gullet, then reached down to scoop out as much of Freddie's cum as I could from my leaking gut. He joined me, and soon both of us were pawing at my ass and licking our fists like bears reaching inside a tree for honey. Then I looked at my watch, "Shit, I'm late," I said as I ran to the small shower bath in the corner of the room. I took a thirty-second soak, then returned to the play area and pulled on my clothes. The two frisky studs were still at it, and by the time I left hurriedly out the door, Freddie was on his back on my bed, with Duane's hard cock firmly installed up his tender ass-chute. As Duane fucked him maniacally, Freddie cried and begged for it harder, pleading with the young hot black sex machine to drill his fine ass as hard and fast as he could. I took one last look at the scene, grinned, groped my own crotch, and went on my way. * * * Shooting went well that day, and after it was over I invited one of the hunky extras back to my trailer for a fuck. He was definitely a man's man: mid-thirties, rough tan skin, sandy longish blond hair, solid chest and biceps, deep green eyes. He didn't smile much while we were chatting. I got the feeling he'd be a mean top. I was right. No sooner had we got to the trailer and shut the door, and he was grabbing my shoulders and forcing me roughly to my knees, undoing the buttons on his dirty jeans. I eagerly peeled the denim down off his massive, strong thighs, then buried my face in his pouchy white underwear, smelling his musk and licking the cotton that held his growing package. When I pulled back his briefs, the cock that awaited me was luscious, uncut, half-hard, and leaking pre-cum. I slurped it off and set to work administering some good serious head. As I did so, my top (who's name I didn't quite catch, but oh well) groaned in a deep butch voice and grabbed my head by the back of the hair, forcing my mouth down deeper on his manhood and steadily fucking my face in hard, manly jerks. After a while of sucking him I knew he was getting ready to cum. I spit out his dick, and slowly stood, leaving a trail of soft, appreciative kisses up his sexy body, from his cock to his bush to his hairy navel, and on up to the wide, strong pectoral muscles that formed his massive chest. He did a little pose for me, spreading his pecs wide for me to worship. I lingered on each nipple, sucking, twisting, biting. All of my actions produced a pleasurable response from this beautiful man. I couldn't wait to have him inside me. "That's good, Ryan," he praised me in his delicious, deep voice. "You do that real well." I continued making sweet love to his gorgeous body, loving the taste of sweat and funk that covered his skin. "But I feel like I want to cum. Is there something else you might be wanting?" I smiled up at him then. "Well, rumor has it I like to get my hard ass fucked..." He grinned back. "Yeah, I've heard that rumor, too." "Really? Who told you?" "Are you kidding?" he laughed. "Everyone knows about you, whoring your hot ass for any stud who wants to take it. You're a legend around this town. Every actor I know with an inclination to dump loads into hot man ass knows that a Ryan Phillippe gig is the best extra's gig in town." "No shit," I replied, stopping for a moment in wonder. Well, I suppose it was inevitable that word would get around. "And does my ass get good reviews?" "Sure does. I've had quite a few dudes tell me it was the sweetest and tightest hole they ever fucked." He took me by both arms, massaging my biceps and upper arms in an act of daddy-bear affection. "And..." "And?" "Well..." For a moment he seemed shy about going on. "They say you love to take your loads raw. That you can let a whole gang of guys use your ass, and then you lie there and beat off while all the jizz runs out." "It's true," I told him. "The more cocks and loads I can get inside me, the better." His raging hardon was thumping impatiently now against my leg. "Damn, man. I gotta try out some of that fine Ryan pussy. You ready for my dick right now, you slutty little bitch?" The anticipation was making me dizzy. "I've been ready for it all afternoon, stud. I saw you as soon as I walked on the set, and I knew right away I wanted to feel your dick inside me." He pushed me down onto the crappy little half-sofa that filled the back windshield of my trailer. "You got it, pussy boy," he growled. "Bend over for me now. Bend over and beg for daddy's big dick." I obeyed immediately, wanting to utterly submit to this beautiful hunk of muscles. "Yes, daddy," I whined in my horniest, sluttiest voice. "Please daddy, rail me with your cock. I want your big juicy dick inside me. I want you to fuck me and fuck me, bang your big cock in my hole, use my ass and fill it up with cum." He used his thumb to rub some of the pre-cum in as lube. Then he pointed his fat dickhead at my rosy hole and drilled it straight in up to his balls. He groaned appreciatively, then started fucking me in earnest. "Fuck, Ryan..." he moaned. "Fuck, Ryan, man...oh, fuck..." "Yes," I agreed happily. "Fuck Ryan. Ryan loves his daddy's big cock. Ram it to me, stud. I love your dick in there. I love a big, strong man who knows how to use me and use my ass to get off his juicy load." The guy kept at it, banging me in long, hard strokes. I had a big, dopey grin on my face that I couldn't get rid of, not that I even wanted to try. It felt so fantastic to take this stud's big dick. I wanted him to fuck me forever. Getting fucked by Duane and Freddie several hours before had primed me well, and I knew there were remnants of their loads still floating around inside me. I wanted nothing more than for this latest top to dump his cum into me, right on top of those earlier loads. I ached to be full of his cock and cum. "Oh stud, oh yes, do it..." I moaned. "Your big cock feels so good, daddy...so fucking good..." "You like that, bitch?" he snarled, punctuating the rhetorical question with a few extra-hard jerks of his pelvis, thrusting his huge cock deeper inside me. "You live for that, don't you, you slutty little spoiled Hollywood butt-slave. You love daddy's cock drilling your fine ass. You probably get more cock than any other slut can even think about, don't you? Answer me, bitch...don't you get fucked every fuckin' chance you get?" "Oh yes sir, I do, daddy," I moaned. "I live for cocks. My ass was made for fucking. I can't get enough. I need to be fucked by big cocks every day, every fuckin' hour of the day. I live to serve hot men. I need all the sperm inside me I can get. I'm just a fuckin' cum-hole for hot daddies like you to use and fill and fuck." He must have liked what he heard, because as I finished saying it, he let out a last, long whoop and I began feeling the familiar sensation of a hot, gooey cum-load escaping into my hungry ass. "Oh yes, daddy," I went on, encouraging him to keep fucking me. "Fill me up with your load. I love all that daddy-sperm. Keep fucking me, daddy...I want it all. Spray all that hot, nasty cum in my hole." He blasted me with more than a dozen jets of scalding jism, then finally relaxed and withdrew his massive cock. I still had the grin on my face, hunched over forward on the cushions, panting with happiness as my stud top's cum trickled out of my hole and ran down the inside of my right leg. He reached down with the index finger of his right hand, traced the trail of cum until he'd gathered a huge dollop of it, then reached around my face and shoved the finger into my mouth. "Eat it, cunt," he commanded, and I sucked all the cum off his finger. "Do it, Ryan, that's it...lick all of your daddy's fresh hot spunk off my finger. Eat it all." I was happy to oblige. By the time I had licked his finger clean and rolled over on my back again, he had his underwear on and was pulling up his jeans. "That was a lot of fun, Ryan-boy," he said with a wink. "The rumors all were true. You're one hot fuck." "Yes, daddy. Thank you." I marveled at his body as he slowly got dressed. "It was my pleasure. I loved your cock in my hole. Please, sometime, come by and fuck me again." * * * I didn't cum when that extra fucked me, and by the time we were finished, everyone else from the shoot had gone home. So, I was horny as hell and needed to find more studs to fuck me so I could get myself off. I called Brady and he told me he was curious about the sex club I had visited the previous evening, with Percy. I told him where it was located, and we arranged to meet there in an hour. When I got to the club, Brady was waiting for me outside the entrance. "This must be a very exclusive club," he said. "I've seen nothing but hot guys going in and out of here. How did you find out about it?" He stood in front of a non-descript doorway with nothing but the street address spray-painted on it. "Percy brought me," I told him. Then I remembered something Percy had said to me when we were on our way over to it, in our middle-of-the-night sexual reverie. "Actually, he told me he found it through a friend of his who's a talent agent in the movies, just like you are. It's a members-only club, and they only advertise by word-of-mouth. Percy said I could come here without worrying about people recognizing me, or if they do, they won't care. Everyone's very discreet. He says there's other celebs who come here all the time." "Interesting," Brady mused. "So, if it's members-only, how are we going to get in?" I grinned. "Oh, that's easy." I walked past him toward the door, pulled it open, and motioned him inside. Then we approached the counter, where a strapping college-age lad in a yellow football jersey noticed us and smiled, showing off his pearly-white perfect teeth. "Ryan!" he greeted us. "Back so soon?" "You know it, Gus," I said. Then I turned to Brady and explained. "Last night, when all the guys were fucking me in here, Gus decided he wanted in on the action, so he came by and took a turn on my ass." "Two turns," Gus corrected me. "It was just about closing time, and I was so jazzed-up from watching all that action all night that I had to go and check it out for myself." He reached down and grabbed his well-packed crotch. "That's when I met Ryan here. He just smiled up at me, so sweet and horny, and said: I want you to fuck me. So I stuck it in his hole, and it was so sweet that it just seemed to pull the load right out of my cock. After I fucked him once, the other guys were starting to leave for the night, so I stayed hard and fucked him again." "Sounds nice," Brady said, looking at me admiringly. "Gus, I want to get a membership for my friend Brady here," I told him. "Oh never mind that, Ryan," Gus protested in his gentle drawl. "Any friend of yours is more than welcome. Just bring him on in. And he can come back any time." We thanked him for his generosity, and proceeded past the check-in window into the club. It was a fairly typical sex club, just with a more exclusive clientele than most. After Brady and I had slipped off out clothes and stored them in our lockers, we explored each of the rooms to get our bearings. Percy and I had gone directly to the sling room the previous night, so I was pleased to see there were many other interesting areas as well, including two mazes, dozens of glory holes, and several large open areas for watching videos and playing in group fun. Indeed, there were a few parties going on as we wandered through. In one video room, a hot young twinkie-looking guy was riding the huge, fat cock of an older, well-muscled daddy-type with a goatee. The younger kid was beautiful and obviously enjoyed what he was getting. In another room, five hot guys were all in a pile, sucking one another's cocks in an orgiastic frenzy. The sling room was already occupied, this time by a goodlooking, conservative-type, probably 35 years old or so, whose toned legs were raised high as he got powerfully railed by a muscular tattoo-covered kid in his early twenties. The kid looked like your typical skate rat, his sinewy frame dotted with multiple piercings. He threw a mean fuck into the older dude. I made a mental note to hook up later with him if possible. I wanted some of that skater dick in me. After making our tour of the facilities, Brady and I decided to get something started in one of the open, common areas of the club. Brady sat down on a bench near another couple who were making out and jerking each other off. I knelt between Brady's legs and sucked his hard cock into my mouth. As we continued, the couple next to use began showing more interest. They were a couple of young beauty-boys, right out of an Abercrombie & Fitch catalog: soft skin, clean-shaven, deep-set eyes, and wonderful muscles. I sucked Brady's cock a while longer, and then, after it became obvious the two boys near us were interested in joining us, I shuffled over slightly and took their cocks in my right and left hands and began blowing them as well. I figured they recognized me at this point, but I didn't care. I wanted their frat dick loads in my mouth, on my face, and all the way up my ass. Soon a couple of other studs showed up as well. These guys were a few years older than me, and very hot. They watched me give head to the two young studs, then started rubbing and kissing Brady, who groped their cocks from his seated position and eventually fed them into his mouth, one at a time. He sucked the new arrivals until they were nice and hard. Then one of them got down behind me and started fucking my ass. One of the young guys I'd been sucking thereupon coaxed Brady into a bent-over position on the bench and plugged his fat cock into Brady's hole, giving him a good hard fuck. The other young guy sat on the bench and spread his legs wide; the friend of the guy who was now fucking me knelt and rimmed the young beauty for a few blissful minutes before ramming his cock into that hole and fucking him good and hard. We fucked, as three hot sweaty couples, on a bench and a hard concrete floor, until all of us had spent our loads. It felt especially good to beat myself off while this stud fucked me, because his cock was nearly as big as the hot extra's daddy-dick I'd taken in my trailer earlier in the day. He shot off inside me; I whacked off a copious, slimy load onto the floor of the sex club, then rolled onto my back just in time for Brady above me to spray his load on my face. At the same moment, the young stallion who was fucking Brady screamed loudly and came up his ass. The other young beauty had turned into quite the slut himself, pulling the shoulders of the stud who was fucking him, begging him to do it harder and fill his ass with cum. The guy soon did exactly that, and at the same moment, the demanding bottom juiced all over himself. When I looked up again, I was happy about what I saw. We had evidently attracted a crowd. This was just what my ass wanted. "Hey everyone," Brady said to the group of onlookers. "My friend Ryan here wants to take as many dicks in his ass as he can get. As you can see, it's an amazing ass, and it's ready to use. Fuck him raw, as hard as you want. He's a total slut and he loves to get men's cocks and loads inside his ass." On cue, I turned over onto my knees again, my palms stretched flat on the cold concrete floor. I pushed backward in a long, languorous movement, presenting my desirable ass for all to see. I heard a murmur of obvious appreciation from several of the guys. I love showing off my very fuckable ass to hot men. They pulled a train on me, starting right then. I stayed on my knees and took one cock after another. Each guy shot his load and then moved on. It was like the previous day at the dorm room, but in a different kind of setting, more dark and mysterious, and even more anonymous and seedy than the gang-bang those jocks had given me all day and all night. As they fucked me, I sucked the cocks and asses of whoever put themselves in front of me. While he was waiting his turn, Brady got fucked by another stud as well, and so when he was done he bent over before me and let me lick out the two fresh sex club loads he had collected. At one point, I felt a cock go into me that had something attached. It felt small and metallic, and I realized it must be a Prince Albert piercing. I momentarily spat out the cock I was sucking and looked back. Sure enough, there was the skate rat stud, his muscled and tattooed arms gripping my midsection as he thrust happily in and out of my hole. I smiled at him, but he was too much rough trade to smile back. I twisted back and resumed my blowjob. I loved the sluttiness of the whole encounter, and I knew I would be back for more. * * * We stayed a few hours at the sex club, and I got about fifteen cocks and loads shot into my ass, give or take a few. Brady was nearby for most of it, getting his own ass fucked nice and hard by whatever hot guy was hanging around. Every two or three times a guy came in my ass, Brady would maneuver himself closer to me and lick me nice and clean, getting me ready for the next onslaught. His tongue in my hole is always a welcome experience. I find myself craving it from time to time. Even as much as I love feeling a man's nice tube of flesh pressing in and out of my assring, there are still times when I'm being fucked and Brady is nearby that I realize he's waiting to lick my butt, and I catch myself anticipating the moment when the top shoots his load in me so that I can feel the heavenly sensation of him pulling out, and his fat dick being replaced by Brady's sucking tongue. After we left the club, Brady and I grabbed dinner. I checked messages on my cell phone, and found out that Scott and Zack, this hot couple who had three-wayed with me several times, were looking for someone to join them for an evening of fun. Because it was on our way home anyway, I called them back and told them I'd be there, and asked whether Brady could come, too. Of course, they agreed. By this time it was nearly eight o'clock, and we both had to get up early the next morning, so we kept it short and sweet. Right there in their living room, Scott (a bodybuilder) drilled my hole doggy-style on the floor, while Zack (a thin, dark-haired stud with dreamy bedroom eyes) got spread-eagle on the sofa and took Brady's fuck. After Brady shot in Zack, and of course sucked out his own load, I felt Scott cum erupt in me, and then everyone changed places. Scott banged Brady on the sofa as Zack took his turn behind me, filling me with his long fleshy cock and pumping me full of jism. When we finally got back to my house, I invited Brady inside. Reese was out-of-town with the baby, and while I didn't expect to break our rule of "no man sex in the house," after a few nightcap drinks and tender conversation, sure enough, Brady was kissing me, groping my swelling crotch through my jeans, and reaching around to squeeze my hard, round ass. He took me right there on the living room floor, a nice easy, passionate fuck. We remained kissing the entire time. He's one of the best kissers I've ever known. Something about it--the taboo of having sex in the house instead of the playpen, the knowledge that Reese was away, the way Brady was such a good sport about missing out on the dorm room gang-bang and still taking me around town for plenty of sex the following day--made me suddenly feel very tender around him. I wasn't sure what it was, but I knew I had felt it many times, especially recently. What was happening? He was just a good friend, that was all. Sure, he fucked me regularly, but so did half of the male population of L.A.. All I know is, curled up on my back on the floor of my living room, my knees at my earlobes, pulling Brady on top of me and taking his tongue in my mouth as he slowly and steadily, good and deep, with his cock, it just felt...right. And when he came in me, he didn't even move down to slurp it out the way he is always eager to do. He just kept kissing me, harder and more passionately, probing inside my mouth with his tongue. His cock stayed in side my ass, and his lips pressed hard against mine, harder in fact with each passing moment. I didn't react at first, but soon I moved my hands from where they had been clutching his strong shoulders during his passionate fuck, to the back of his neck, where I tousled his scruffy short hair and then pulled his face more firmly onto mine. I loved kissing him, I loved the feel of his spent cock inside me, I loved...? We fell asleep like that. In the morning, I woke up naked and cold on the floor, and Brady was gone. * * * To be continued... What do you think? Feedback and suggestions? backlash29@hotmail.com My other stories are "Buttsex Junkie" in Bisexual/Beginnings and "Cup of Joe" in Gay/Authoritarian.