Date: Sun, 19 May 2002 16:55:07 -0700
From: Backlash29 x <backlash29@hotmail.com>
Subject: ryans-hole-09 (revised)

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 9: The Boys in the Bands

Last night is like a blur. I fucked Ryan--no big deal, of course--but there
was something special about it, and it's kind of freaking me out. It was the
way it felt. Normally, putting my dick in his hot hole is a very gratifying
sexual experience, but this time it was even more than that. I guess I
usually put my emotions on hold when we're going at it, and just let the
sexual energy swoop in and consume us. Last night, however, the emotions
came through.

We had spent the evening rounding up cock for him, starting at the sex club
where I think he took on about fifteen hot guys. That sex club is something
else...every guy I've met there so far has been unbelievably hot and sexy.
Then, while we had dinner at this shitty roadside place off of Sunset, his
phone rang, and these two guys Scott and Zack wanted us to stop over. I
didn't remember who they were but recognized them after we got to their
house. I fucked the hell out of Zack, the thin, model-looking one, while his
boyfriend, Scott, the bodybuilder, threw a mean, hard fuck into Ryan's
asshole, and then into mine. That really got me going, and I sprayed a load
all over myself while Ryan was next to me getting railed by Zack.

Then, back at Ryan's house, the unthinkable happened. We were just hanging
out on his patio with all of the lights turned off, chatting over a glass of
wine, and it struck me how beautiful he looked in the moonlight. I mean,
it's no secret how beautiful Ryan is, but at this moment, it was
just...different. As we continued talking, I began to realize how much he'd
come to mean to me over the past few years, and soon I was getting all
flustered during our conversation. The wine didn't help any. I got up
abruptly and walked into the house to collect my wits, cursing myself for
being so girlish and mushy all of a sudden.

Ryan followed me inside. I was at the living room fireplace, my back to the
open patio door, and I suddenly felt his presence behind me. I didn't want
to turn around, for fear of what might happen. I knew that Reese, his wife,
disallowed him from having sex with men in their house. But when I felt
Ryan's gentle hand on my shoulder, I closed my eyes and knew I was powerless
to resist. I slowly turned, and he held me...nothing more, just a firm,
tender hug. My hands went up and down his strong back, finally resting on
his ass. He responded by pushing the perfect, fleshy mounds back against my
palms, and then...we were off and running, down our familiar path, but with
this peculiar glow around us, as if the evening were somehow more special
than all of the other times we had kissed, fondled and fucked.

I don't think the gravity of the scene hit Ryan at quite the same time it
dawned on me. I kissed him passionately, then pulled him to the living room
floor, right there in front of the unused fireplace, the open door blowing a
faint LA breeze into the darkened room. I pulled his jeans off and sucked
his cock, tasting the dried cum from the loads he'd shot while being fucked
in the sex club and at Scott and Zack's. Then I licked his hole, and then I
got naked and pushed myself deep inside him--fucking him, violating him,
performing the inevitable act that occurs when Ryan's hole is anywhere in
range of a hard male dick.

As I plunged in and out, wave after wave of feelings washed over me. Not
just the erotic thrill and stimulation of burying my cock inside such a fine
ass--that was familiar, though it never seemed to get old. The feelings were
more cathartic, as if the last few years and the last few days had a special
meaning between us that we were only just now beginning to acknowledge. When
he got gang-banged while I was out of town, it hurt my feelings not to be
included. I was never jealous of other men using Ryan's insatiable ass, I
only got upset because I felt he and I were close enough now that when he
indulged such an amazing fantasy, he would let me be a witness to it. The
uneasiness over that incident became almost like our first fight, and now we
were having the make-up sex. But how could that be? We weren't a
couple...were we?

Before I realized it, my cum flooded his rectum, and I broke out of my moody
trance. I realized I had been kissing him passionately for the last several
minutes. Ryan was fervently kissing me back. This felt so ultimate, so
right...he pulled me onto him, and we made out as lovers. We both fell
asleep with my spent cock still buried inside him, and when I woke up a few
hours later, I was careful to steal out the open patio door soundlessly, not
wanting to wake him up and spoil what might have been a perfect dream.

I went home and fell asleep again in my own bed. My last conscious thoughts
were the wonder of my new feelings about my client, and wondering what it
all could mean.

*     *     *

And so, this morning, I didn't know what to do. Normally I go directly to
his house, but I couldn't quite bring myself to do it. Instead, I went to
the sex club. Gus wasn't working at that time of day, so another stud let me
in. This one was very young and flirty, almost too young (it seemed) to be
working at such a place. I got undressed and wandered through the maze of
corridors, looking for whatever distractions I could find.

As I expected, a few celebrities could be seen hanging around, even at that
early hour of the day. Eddie Cibrian, whom I recognized from some new TV
show about hunky firemen, was deep-dicking some lucky hot little blond boy
in the sling. Scott Wolf, who had acted with (and regularly fucked) Ryan
during the filming of "White Squall," was on his knees in front of two
beautiful black studs, hand-jobbing one's dark throbbing cock while sucking
the other one's deep into his throat, then coming up for air before
switching cocks, back and forth. Next to him, a very tasty-looking jock-type
kid was bent over on all fours, getting his fine ass throttled by none other
than the very sexy Billy Zane.

Elsewhere, throughout the club, other hot non-celebs were having their fun
as well. In particular, I found a gorgeous blond stud, very young, who
looked a lot like Ryan, assuming a very Ryan-like pose: He was on his back
on a bench, holding his legs in the air as a rough-looking boy fucked him
good and hard. Several others were standing around to watch. In fact, I
thought for a moment that the boy might be Ryan, but I could tell he wasn't.
Ryan's legs were longer and less hairy. This boy looked familiar just the
same, but in the shadows it was hard to tell why. Whoever he was, he was
definitely enjoying the ride. His cries of pleasure filled the entire sex
club, punctuated every second by the force of the handsome stud who was
filling his ass with cock. The bottom had a slim but worked-out physique
that showed in the way his arms bulged as he held his well-toned legs up in
the air in a V formation. The guy fucking him couldn't have been more than
twenty or twenty-one, and had a great body as well. He had a few days'
growth of stubble, and an intense burning in his beautiful eyes that showed
to everyone watching that he knew how to fuck.

In one of the private rooms, through the open door, I saw another guy I
recognized, but again, I wasn't sure from where. He was young, with short
dark hair, and impossibly beautiful. He was sitting on the cot, his sexy,
hairy legs spread wide, as a handsome middle-aged daddy knelt before him and
sucked his cock. He had an impressive nine-inch meatstake, and didn't seem
to mind my company, so I stood at the door awhile, jerking myself off as I
watched the scene. Soon, the stud getting the blowjob motioned me inside,
and I took my place next to him on the cot. He reached around and pulled me
to him, kissing me soft and deep.

The dude blowing him was very hot, early 40's, with dark features and
beautiful deep-set eyes. His body was in fantastic shape, and he eagerly
sucked down this kid's big cock like he definitely knew what he was doing.
After I joined them, he spat out the cock and jerked it with his slimy spit
while he breathlessly took a look over at what was swinging between my legs.
He must have liked what he saw, because a moment later he had pushed his
whole face over my direction, using his free hand to tip my hard dick into
his mouth. He was like a Hoover, expertly taking me down to my balls and
back up again, coating my cock with spit and massaging it with his
flickering tongue. As he went back and forth between us, the kid and I made
out.

After a few minutes of serious head, the kid I was kissing jumped down off
the cot. It was time to re-arrange. Turns out, he wanted to blow me. So he
got on his knees in the older guy's place and took over sucking my cock. He
wasn't as good as the first guy, but I wasn't complaining. Just seeing his
pretty face on my dick was enough to make me want to squirt my nut all over
him.

The daddy got behind the hot kid, and I figured out very soon that this was
the kid's whole reason for wanting to get down off the cot. He was a horny
bottom, eager to be fucked. The daddy guy spit into his palm and greased up
the kid's fine-looking ass with his spit, then got some more lube on his own
cock and prepared to stick it inside. It was a huge dick--ten inches, I'd
guess--so I figured it would hurt a little. But the next thing I knew, it
was inside my cocksucker's ass, and I didn't hear a single moan of
complaint. In fact, my cock received uninterrupted service the whole time
the older dude was sinking his huge bat in this bottom's ass. Looks like we
have another Ryan on our hands, I thought to myself, grinning down at him.

After a few minutes of fucking this cute young stud at both ends, I noticed
another figure arrive at the door. I couldn't quite make out his face at
first, but he seemed to be a friend of the kid sucking my cock, as he smiled
and gave a "thumbs-up" to him. The bottom slut didn't acknowledge his
friend; he just kept on sucking. Then, the new arrival took another step
inside our room, obviously turned-on and wanting to stay and watch the
scene. He moved into better lighting, and I knew right away who he was:
Devin Lima, the lead singer from a boy band that's just getting started
called LFO. Immediately I looked down at the submissive boy who was
deep-throating me and getting throttled from behind, and realized it was
Rich Cronin, Devin's bandmate. This was too hot! I knew that this sex club
was a favorite for celebrities, but I had no idea that hot young singers
like these boys got their rocks off here.

Devin moved closer to me, and I wrapped my left hand around his firm butt
and pulled him closer still. His long uncut cock hung between his sexy legs,
still only half-hard but slowly rising. With my right hand, I played with it
a bit, trying to getting it to an erect state. I realized it was covered
with fresh jizz, and I looked up at Devin's handsome face.

"I just shot," he whispered, smiling. "Got fucked by this hot dude in the
room next door. But don't worry, it's good for another round."

I put him in my mouth then, blowing him to hardness as his bandmate
continued to administer his own wet, sloppy head to my dripping hard-on.
Devin was soon fully erect, and I knew I wanted him inside me. I'd thought
he was sexy ever since I first saw their video for "Summer Girls." I popped
my cock out from Rich's sucking mouth, and curled up onto my back on the
cot, pulling my knees up to my earlobes to make it perfectly clear what I
wanted. Devin took an extra step toward me so that he was in position, then
aimed his fat hard dick at my rosey hole and worked the bulbous knob inside.
I accepted it gratefully, and soon it was followed by the rest of his fleshy
shaft. I held my breath in ecstasy until it was fully in me, then sighed.

"Yessss..." I moaned happily. "Do it, Devin. Fuck my hole, please...I want
it!"

He looked shocked at first that I'd said his name, then grinned at me a
moment later. There were no secrets here.

He plunged in and out of me, good hard, as Rich continued getting pounded by
the super-handsome older stud. Now that I'd called Devin by name, he
addressed his friend, who was on his knees alongside us: "Yeah, Richie, you
liking that big daddy cock? I got a nice sweet hole wrapped around my bone
up here, too. He's almost as tight and wet as your pussy hole." He looked
back at me with a vicious snarl. "Rich here is a mighty good fuck. And so
are you!"

I just moaned. I was too happy to communicate, just accepting Devin's big
salami cock in my butt was plenty for me to focus on. He railed me harder
and harder, until we were both screaming, him loudly and me twice as loud.
His cum poured into my ass-tunnel, and the second it did, I blasted my own
load all over myself, the cot, and Devin's hot chest. Then we looked down,
and Rich was beating his meat frantically while supporting himself with his
free hand against the daddy-stud's climactic onslaught. A minute later, the
daddy came loudly inside Rich's hole, and Rich lets loose with his own load,
shooting a cum puddle onto the carpet.

We all had to get out of there then. I wasn't like Ryan, hanging out for
hours and taking a dozen or more cocks all at once. One good fuck was enough
to last me, at least for now. Rich, Devin and I all hit the showers together
and then got dressed in the locker room. As we did, they asked me what I did
for a living.

"I'm a talent agent," I told them. "My primary client is Ryan Phillippe."

"No shit!" Devin said, and laughed. Rich just looked at me for a second and
whistled. "Damn, that's got to be interesting. Does he ever...you know...?"

I actually wasn't sure what he was asking at first. "Does he...what?"

"You know, does he...ever do boys?"

"Oh man!" I laughed. "You gotta be kidding. Shit, we were here at this place
together last night."

"You're shitting me!" Rich said. "Dude, that stud has, like, the prettiest
lips and ass I think I've ever seen."

"Well, they're open for business," I told them. "His lips AND his ass. He
loves it. He can't get enough." I went on to tell them about the players,
the playpen, the action in his trailer on a typical shoot. I mentioned that
many other Hollywood celebrities had had their way with him, but I stopped
short of mentioning exactly which ones. I figured, unless they show up at
places like this sex club, I shouldn't really name names. "But with Ryan,
it's pretty much an open secret at this point," I finished. "You know, you
two guys are totally hot. I'm sure Ryan would love to get fucked by you. If
you want, I can set it up."

"Yeah! Do it!" Devin said excitedly. "Shit, that would be great!"

"And maybe...in return..." Rich began cautiously. He and Devin exchanged
uneasy glances.

"Maybe...?" I asked. "Maybe what?"

"Well...we know a few others, too..."

"Other what? Other hot guys?"

"Well, yeah..." Devin said. "Actually, we get it on with some of the other
guys from other bands."

"No shit!" I said. "Well, I know Ryan's met Justin Timberlake a few times,
but other than that, I had no idea."

"Oh yeah, JT's a real man-slut," Rich said, laughing good-naturedly. "Shit,
that kid's cock is a bottomless hole. He loves getting fucked by nice, big
cocks. Hey, he even looks a bit like Ryan, don't he?"

"JT's got a nice big tool, too," Devin said. "Fucked me with it more than
once. Ouch!"

"Aw, you loved it," Rich teased his bandmate. "You just roll over like a
bitch for those big ones, don'tcha."

Devin rolled his eyes and looked back at me. "Whatever. Anyway, JT is here
at the club, somewhere. He's been here most of the night. We dropped him off
last night after a party, and came by this morning to get him, but there
were still studs fucking him, so we decided to have our fun, as well!"

It suddenly dawned on me that I had seen JT that morning. That was the blond
Ryan look-alike getting his ass pumped by the handsome punk! Right on cue,
we were joined at the doorway by none other than the legendary JT, stark
naked and looking a bit wobbly and sweaty but none the worse for wear. He
was still as beautiful as ever.

"Hey bros," he greeted us, still out of breath. "I think I'm finally ready
to get out of here. I need to get some sleep before we hit the studio this
afternoon."

Rich introduced me to JT, and told him I worked with Ryan, setting up (among
my other duties) his various and sordid sexual appointments.

"Oh you're THAT guy!" JT laughed. "Ryan said you were a lifesaver. Shit,
that guy gets more cock than I do. Makes me jealous, sometimes. But every
time I sink this big dick into him" --JT reached down and flopped his cock,
which wasn't hard but still hung half-way to his knees-- "I understand why
the dudes find him so appealing. He's got one of those asses that was just
made to be fucked."

"Well, what about you, big guy?" Devin chided his hot blond friend. "Haven't
you been here all night yourself, taking on every cock you can find?"

"Shit, yeah, I have been," JT said. "It was an awesome night. Never really
let up. I must have gotten fucked by, I don't know, probably thirty or forty
tops." JT grabbed a towel from a nearby shelf and sat down next to us on the
locker room bench. He rubbed his beautiful chest with the towel, and I
realized there were patches of cum all over him, mostly dried but some still
runny and glittering under the harsh light.

"I got so much cock," he went on. "It was just one hot guy after another,
all fucking me in that room on the bench. One guy would shoot his hot load
in me, and the next guy was right there to shove his hard dick in and fuck
my ass until he shot it full of cum again. I got a few hours sleep, but then
I just woke up to more guys fucking me. "

"Insane," Rich whistled. "I'm amazed your ass isn't, like, broken or
something."

"Nah," JT smiled. "Besides, I've seen each of you guys take on nearly that
many cocks before." JT looked at me with a rueful expression. "They're both
a couple of slutty insatiable bottoms, you know, just like I am most of the
time myself. Don't ever let them tell you otherwise."

Devin changed the subject. "So, Brady here was saying we need to plan a
little party. Maybe later tonight?"

JT rubbed his sore butt and snickered. "Hm, I probably shouldn't, but
knowing me I'll be ready for more."

Devin looked at me. "What do you think, Brady? Later tonight?"

I responded, "Sure, that works for me. And I'm sure Ryan will want to be
there."

"Then let's set it up, man," Rich said to me. "You're a hot fuck, and if you
can bring us Ryan, I think we can talk the others into showing up as well."

"Awesome," I said. "So, where and when?"

*     *     *

After the LFO boys helped me hatch a plan, I got up the nerve to drive to
Ryan's house in the hills. I knew he was home all day, because his shooting
schedule doesn't require him to be on site until later this week. I got to
his house at around 1130 a.m., a few hours after I usually arrive.

When I knocked on the door to the house, there was no answer, so I checked
the playpen. Bingo. Lots of activity this morning: I could hear moans from
at least three people as I climbed the outdoor stairway and passed under the
open window. Inside, there was a sight to behold: Ryan and Freddie Prinze
Jr., both on their backs side-to-side on the bed, their butts hanging off
the edge, as two black studs had their way with their movie star asses. And
it wasn't Duane and Jaron from down the street. These men were slightly
older, around my age I'd guess, and had slightly browner skin than the
neighborhood brothers' deep ebony.

Both tops' backs were to me as I entered the room, so I couldn't make out
their faces at first. All I could see was the backs of their bodies as they
stood and delivered each white boy a good, hard fuck...and believe me, this
vantage point suited me just fine. Freddie and Ryan moaned loudly with joy
as these studs had their way with their holes. The perfect curves of each
stud's legs, the fine tight dimples in their asses as they thrust into
Ryan's and Freddie's asses, the bulbous biceps in their sinewy arms as they
each held their bottom-bitch's legs at shoulder-height for a steady
fucking--the whole scene was incredible, and although I was disappointed
that I couldn't catch Ryan alone to talk, I decided to stay anyway and see
what developed.

I took a seat in a nearby chair, between the bed and the sling, and casually
unzipped my jeans, taking out my rock-hard tool. It hadn't really gone down
since my experience at the sex club with LFO. As I began stroking it, my
eyes wandered over the entire scene, until I finally looked up at the faces
of the two black strangers. It was none other than Taye Diggs and Shemar
Moore! I couldn't believe it. I knew that Taye and Ryan had had drinks
fooled around a few times during the filming of "Way of the Gun" but
according to Ryan, it hadn't gone very far...a few blowjobs and a quick,
one-time fuck. Taye was very straight. Ryan had chalked their encounters up
to drunken experimentation and pure boredom from being on a four-week shoot
in Salt Lake City for a mediocre movie that no one ever saw. But here he
was, expertly sawing in and out Ryan's lily-white ass, making him cry with
heavenly desire as Ryan the slut-bottom reached back and grabbed the
bedclothes in his fists. Taye had a huge black cock, Ryan's all-time
favorite kind, and from the look of Ryan's reaction, he definitely knew how
to use it.

Freddie, meanwhile, was in heaven himself from getting drilled by Shemar. As
he told me later, getting railed by nineteen-year-old Duane from down the
street yesterday in this same room had renewed his desire to be fucked by
beautiful black men with nice big cocks, so he had called up Shemar and told
him to meet him at Ryan's playpen. Shemar, who loves getting fucked by black
dick himself, was only too happy to agree after Freddie told him his old
friend Taye would be there also. Now he was throttling his dark throbbing
boner into Freddie's juicy pussy, making his writhe back and forth on the
bed and beg for more.

"Fuck me, Shemar...fuck me, man....I love that cock...give me that big black
cock..."

This inspired Ryan to verbalize his groans of desire, also. "Yeah, Taye,
gimme that big black bone..." he muttered, and the sound of his sexy
familiar voice made my hard dick splurt out an extra pre-cum wad. "You love
giving me that dick...fuck my ass, man, it loves your big cock...go ahead,
shoot your load inside me. I want your hot cum, I want all your black
babies...give it to me, man, I want it all!"

Hearing Ryan command Taye to fuck him gave me a rush of desire. That was the
voice Ryan used when he was most turned-on by a guy. He used it sometimes
with me. From my vantage point to one side of the bed, I could just make out
Ryan's asshole, and the big cock plunging in and out of it. Every deep, hard
stroke Taye made caused a squishing sound, which told me that Ryan must
already have some cum-loads inside there from earlier in the morning. I
vaguely remembered from his calendar that a few players were scheduled to
come by at 10 o'clock. So Taye's imminent orgasm would be the third load of
cum Ryan had inside him that day--unless Freddie or Shemar had fucked him
already, in which case it was the fourth or even the fifth. In any case,
Taye was fixing to blow, and within a few minutes after I sat down, his
cries of ecstasy rose to a crescendo, and he unloaded his jizz into my
favorite bottom.

"OH! Fuck...! Oh Ryan, oh fuckin' pussy-boy...oh, you little white whore,
that feels so fuckin' sweet..."

"Yes! Fuck me! Cum in me!" Ryan wailed, encouraging him. "Fill my ass with
your load! Oh Taye, I love your sweet cum..."

They settled back down a moment later, but Freddie and Shemar were still
going at it. "Hey Shemar," Ryan said softly. "Don't cum yet. I want your
cock in me. Please, fuck my hole." Ryan then looked over my direction and
winked. "My friend Brady here can fuck Freddie. Please, I want your black
dick in my hole!"

So Shemar pulled out of Freddie's cooze and dutifully slid into the
cum-filled ass of our sexy host. On cue, I stood and approached the bed,
positioning myself between Freddie's splayed, sexy legs. They were taut with
slim muscles, like the rest of him, and very hairy. He looked up at me with
passion, his beautiful eyes glazed over with supreme lust and happiness. It
felt strange to be looking down at a famous person other than Ryan who was
so willfully offering himself to me for a fuck. I grabbed his knees, looking
down at his milky, kissable chest, his soft nipples, his gorgeous face. Then
I hoisted his hairy legs, exposing his hole. It was still gaping open and
frothy from Shemar's pre-cum, and whatever other loads might have been shot
there already that day. I fingered it, resting his ankles on my shoulders,
and Freddie responded by shutting his eyes and moaning loudly. Then I
pointed my hard cock at his hole and slid inside.

"Ohh...yeah, man," Freddie cried, wincing slightly and then looking back at
me with lust. "Fuck me, stud. Do it...I need your cock, I need to feel a hot
guy like you bang his big dick deep inside me..."

So I did. Fucking Freddie was almost as great as fucking Ryan. He has a very
talented ass, and I have since learned (from Ryan) that he puts it to good
use, getting plowed by pretty much every movie star, TV star, music
celebrity, or other well-known Hollywood type he meets who is so inclined to
fill him up. He's not the whore Ryan is, but he's readily available. He's
also versatile, which means that he shoots his load up the asses of many of
Hollywood's elite as well, which is how he came to fuck Ryan when they met
on the set of "I Know What You Did Last Summer." According to Ryan, the two
boys fucked every chance they got. Even if they only had a break of fifteen
minutes, they would find a dark corner or empty room nearby, drop their
pants, and Freddie would saw his big bone frantically in and out of Ryan's
beautiful asshole.

As I drilled in and out of Freddie's hole, he responded by alternately
looking soulfully up into my eyes, and clenching his eyes shut on the bed as
he begged for more.

"Yes...fuck me...do it...fuck me...god, give me your cock...I love it...fuck
my asshole, fuck me harder..."

This steady banter, especially coming from such a lovely, sexy young star,
soon brought me over the edge. I fucked harder and harder until I pounded a
load into Freddie's sexy ass. Then, realizing that Shemar wasn't quite done
with Ryan, and Freddie had yet to cum, I surprised Freddie by crawling on
top of him and mounting his cock. I put my strong legs on either side of his
midsection and squatted directly onto it, riding him vigorously up and down
while watching the cute look of shock on his face, until he blew a steaming,
milky wad of cum up into me, and I beat off another follow-up load all over
his chest.

When I dismounted his cock, I licked my cum off his slim pectorals, then
sucked his load and my ass-juices off his cock, and then, ultimately, parted
his legs and felched my cum from his tender twat, savoring the sticky
essence. Freddie, like Ryan, has a beautiful asshole, a true male cunt, with
folds of meaty flesh on either side and gently spread lips that are juiciest
right after being fucked. It drew my tongue inside, and I lapped at him
eagerly, trying to get all of the cum I'd shot in there. Freddie whimpered
happily as he felt my tongue fluttering inside him, the juices running in
rivulets down his hot legs and all over my face.

"Oh god...that's so good, oh yeah man...eat my ass...eat out that
load...that feels so-o-o-o good man..."

Meanwhile, Shemar was getting serious about firing off a load into Ryan's
pussy. He banged and throttled, thrust and cussed, until finally his sexy
black torso made one final, climactic lunge into Ryan's rectum. Shemar's
ass-cheeks dimpled deeper than ever, and as he came in Ryan's ass he
shouted: "Motherfucker! Yes, bitch, take that load! Take that big fuckin'
load of hot cumm-m-m-mmm..."

When Shemar withdrew his cock, a long strand of pearly white cum came with
it, connecting droopily his spent cock and Ryan's jizz-soaked hole. I of
course bent down to help out, sucking Shemar's tender knob to get the fresh
cum from there, and then pressing my face into Ryan's nether regions, poking
my tongue into his well-fucked hole and dredging out all of the fragrant
goodness these hot men (and others, I guessed correctly) had recently shot
there. By the time I was done licking it all out and stood up again, both
Shemar and Freddie were nearly dressed.

"We'll have to do this again," Freddie said to us, smiling.

"Definitely," Ryan agreed. "You know you're welcome here anytime."

"What about me?" Shemar said. "This is my first visit. From the looks of
this place--" he gestured around to the sling and the wall of sex toys-- "it
would appear you have fun like this on a regular basis. Am I right?"

"You're right," Ryan said. "This is my play space. I bring men here so they
can fuck me. Shemar, you can stop by any time. Your big black cock shooting
off in me felt so fuckin' good."

"I'll remember that," Shemar said, flashing a coy smile. "Usually, it's me
down there, doing what you do. But in this case I'm happy to make an
exception."

"Really?" I asked, butting in. "Shemar, are you more of a bottom, too?"

"Hell yes. I love getting dicked. I love black dick especially. I get it on
a regular basis, from a long list of players and from bunch of my friends. I
work hard to keep my ass in shape for their big cocks!"

"That's fuckin' hot," Freddie said, awe-struck. "Man, you know I love
getting black dick too. Shemar, you've been holding out on me! Where can I
get some of this?"

"Shit Freddie," Shemar laughed. "You're so sweet-looking, I just know you
can find any black brother you want to let you swing on his dick for a
while. What do you need me for?"

"It's not that easy," Ryan said. "I don't meet many black studs, either,
unless they're players. And there aren't too many black players around."

"He's right," Freddie agreed. "And, as you know, being in the movies means
you have to play it somewhat discreet."

"Well shit, I'll hook you up," Shemar offered. "Hell, I know my friends
would love some fine white asses to poke. And believe me, you'll feel it
when they do. I choose my brothers for their looks and equipment. All of
these men are prime, and they've got really big tools swinging between their
black legs."

"That sounds hot," Ryan said.

"Very hot," Freddie agreed, mumbling in awe. "We need to do a
hook-up...soon. Shit, I'm getting horny all over again, just thinking about
a group of black studs having their way with my hole!"

"I'll set it up, and let you guys know when I do," Shemar promised, and then
he looked directly at me. "You too, Brady. Nice meeting you today. You look
like a good fuck...maybe I'll get your big tool inside me next time?"

"It's a deal," I said. "And I like black dick in me too, just like these
pretty-boy sluts." We all laughed.

"Should work out, then," Shemar said. "I'll let you know."

*     *     *

After Shemar left, Ryan was horny for another fuck, so Freddie and I
tag-teamed him. Freddie went first, slamming Ryan's hot boy-pussy as Ryan
choked down my cock, crying and moaning with happiness the whole time. Then,
after Freddie shot inside Ryan, I bent down behind Ryan to lick out the
juicy loads from his tender hole, as Freddie spread his legs to let Ryan
suck his cock and ass. Soon my cock was planted deep up inside Ryan's
hoover-like butthole and I was banging his slutty ass good and hard, as he
slung Freddie's legs over both shoulders and made sweet oral love to his
former co-star's hot, tangy ass. When I finally came in Ryan, he grunted
into Freddie's hole and shot onto the edge of the bed. Freddie, turned on by
Ryan's talented tongue in his asshole, groaned loudly and beat a huge load
all over Ryan's face and hair.

As we were all cleaning up, Freddie told us he had to be on location for his
current film later in the afternoon, but he was looking forward to getting
together with us again soon. Ryan agreed. "Especially if Shemar can score us
some big black dick," he said. "I love feeling a hot black dude squirt his
nut in my pussy."

"It's a date, then," Freddie said. "As soon as one of us hears back from
Shemar, let's plan to meet up someplace and get all our asses royally fucked
by some nice dark meat!"

Freddie then left, leaving me alone with Ryan at last. I didn't know how to
bring up the subject with him, so I decided just to cut to the chase.

"Last night was...quite something," I said tentatively.

Ryan gave a nervous laugh, and didn't quite meet my eye. "Uh...yeah, yeah it
was."

"What do you think was up with that?"

He looked pensive for a moment, and then sat back down on the bed. "I really
don't know, Brady. It was really intense all of a sudden. I could feel it,
and I know you felt it."

"Yes, I did," I said.

He was silent for a moment, then looked at me with his gorgeous eyes. "It
felt really special."

I wanted to kiss him right then. "Yeah, it really did," I agreed, suddenly
hoarse.

Ryan leaned back on the bed, his cute faded jeans hugging his compact little
body. "It's just..." His voice trailed off. Deep in thought, he ran his hand
around his bulging package. I knew he didn't mean to be overtly sexual, it
was just a habit that came naturally to him. "It's just that, I love sex.
You know that. I get it all the time, whenever and wherever I can. It
doesn't usually feel special like it did with us last night, but it always
feels...good. Fantastic, in fact. When you fuck me, when other guys fuck
me...I just have this crazy need. I need men to fuck me all the time."

"So, the idea of being special to one guy..." I ventured.

"It's a pretty much impossible idea," he said. "Sexually, at least. I could
never stop being fucked by all the guys who fuck me. I need dicks in me
every chance I can get." He paused, looking up at me. His eyes were wet.
"And yet, you know you mean more to me than the others. You've got to know
that by now."

Hearing those words, I felt a flutter of love for him all over my body. I
didn't know what to say. "Ryan..."

"No man, let me finish. Brady, you're an amazing guy. You're a great lover
and a good friend. The last couple years have been really special, and I
want us to keep going with things, as naturally as they come."

"So, does that mean..."

"I don't know exactly what it means," he said. "Look, I love Reese. I'm
married to Reese. We have a kid together. But she knows that I don't
exactly...tie myself down. Ever. I like to keep my options open."

I looked at him, his perfect little body sprawled on the bed, and I decided
that words were failing both of us. I wanted to hold him, to kiss him all
over, to forget about analyzing whatever it was we were going through and
just go with the good feelings we generated together.

I moved toward the bed, and as soon as I did, we both knew what was going to
happen. A moment later, we were a tangled mess of arms and legs on the bed,
and my kisses were everywhere on his beautiful body. We kept our clothes on,
but I managed to kiss his lips, his neck, his arms, his chest, even his sexy
legs and butt through the jeans. And Ryan kissed me back, all over. It was
the sweetest session of pure make-out I'd had in years. We continued like
this, groping and fondling and deep-kissing, for fifteen minutes or more, I
don't know...we lost track of time in the sheer bliss of having our stolen
moment. Then, inevitably, I noticed the raging hard-on in Ryan's pants, and
without being aware of it previously, I realized I had one, too.

"Er...Brady..." he whispered, and we both stopped what we were doing.

"Yes, baby," I cooed.

His hands were on my shoulders, mine were on his ass, and I was softly
kissing around his neck.

"After all that..." he said.

"Yes?"

"Will you...fuck me?"

So, of course, I did.

*     *     *

An hour later or so, we finally dragged ourselves out of his playpen and
went for a late lunch. Over burgers, I mentioned to him that I'd run into
Justin Timberlake, Devin Lima and Rich Cronin at the sex club.

"No shit?" Ryan said. "JT was hangin' with the LFO studs? God, those guys
are fuckin' sweet. I bet they fuck like demons."

"Well, trust me, they do. But if you don't want to take my word for it,
there's only one way to find out."

"Oh yeah? Do they want to set something up?" Ryan looked thrilled. Rich
Cronin and Devin Lima...I could tell he was already imagining getting those
two sexy stud's ripe young pricks jammed into his pretty little chute.

"Well, right now, they're sharing this rented beach house in Redondo. They
said we could stop by later tonight if we wanted to."

"Sweet," Ryan said. "Let's do it. I want some of that LFO dick up my ass!"

*     *     *

Of course, I didn't tell Ryan the whole plan. Devin and Rich, much like Ryan
and Freddie, were quite popular in certain celebrity circles, thanks to
their willingness to whore out their fine young asses to quite a few studly
members of the Hollywood set. They mentioned a few names to me when I saw
them this morning, enough to get my interest, and told me there were quite a
few more where that came from.

So, by the time Ryan and I arrived around seven o'clock, a party was already
approaching full-swing. The house was a modest stucco place, but it was set
back a long ways from the road, and it walked out to a narrow but lengthy
and totally private beach. We parked the car and followed the sound of the
music to the front door.

There were beautiful men everywhere we looked--on the front porch drinking
beers, or gathered in the living room laughing and chatting. Some of the
faces were famous, some merely familiar. I saw Josh Jackson (one of the
first studs I'd seen fuck Ryan) hanging out with James Van der Beek and
Shawn Hatosy in the driveway. The trio greeted us warmly as we approached.
Inside the living room, Josh Hartnett was sharing a drunken joke with Brian
Austin Greene, Jason Priestley, and two tall, beautiful blond kids (who I
found out later were the two 90210 co-stars' regular fuck-toys). And, lest
it be unclear exactly what kind of party this was, in one corner of the
room, Hal Sparks and Eric Lasky from the E! channel both had their pants
around their ankles, as Devin Lima knelt between them, a cock in each hand,
and alternately deep throated each one. A small crowd of admirers looked on.

But we had been promised boy-band dick, and I was anxious to see who was
able to make it from Devin's and Rich's circle of music industry friends. I
found out soon enough when we rounded the corner to the kitchen and bumped
into a familiar face.

"Ryan! You made it!" It was Nick Lachey, one of the two hot brothers from 98
Degrees. He had a beer in his hand and wore a beaming smile. "We were hoping
you would. There are a bunch of us who really wanted to meet you."

>From the way Ryan's eyes bulged at seeing Nick, I could tell they hadn't
been introduced before. Nick is an imposing sight: Tall, strapping, and
gorgeous. I smiled, and Ryan gulped, as we both realized he would be taking
this superstar's cock up his ass before the evening was through.

"Hi Nick," he said, falteringly. "Wow. I...I had no idea you'd be here."

"Yep. My brother and I got a call from Rich this afternoon, saying he was
putting this together."

"Your brother...?" Ryan said, incredulous. "Drew is here too?"

"Oh yeah," Nick said casually. "He's in one of the bedrooms right now, I
think, getting fucked by Usher."

Ryan swooned.

I was then distracted by a slight commotion directly behind where Nick was
standing. A bare pair of legs was being hoisted into the air, visible beyond
Nick's imposing shoulders, and a fully-dressed guy was crouching somewhere
between them. Nick stepped aside, and we all saw that the legs belonged to
none other than Justin Timberlake, fully naked except for a T-shirt, sitting
fully on the kitchen countertop as some beautiful young man I didn't
recognize knelt to rim his hole.

"Oh yeah, stud, lick me out...I really dig that..." JT moaned. "Two dudes
just railed me out on the beach, so I've got some nice tasty cum in there
for ya...yeah, c'mon man, eat it all out..."

Justin looked as fine as ever, his taut body and hot legs flexing and
gyrating erotically in mid-air. The kid eating his ass was in heaven,
slurping ravenously to catch every drop of JT's superstar essence. A couple
of other guys, standing nearby, had their dicks out and were beating off to
the scene. One of them was quite tall, and had a nice long, thick cock, so
when the first stud was done rimming JT's ass, the tall guy moved in and
stood on his tip-toes, snaking his dick into the boy-band slut's well-primed
hole. Seconds later he was battering JT's butt, stuffing him full of his
juicy prick over and over in hard, driving thrusts. I was impressed that the
guy could deliver such a mean fuck in such an unwieldy position. For his
part, JT was soon wailing in ecstasy as loudly as I'd heard him wail while
being fucked by the young punk at the sex club earlier in the day.

We went from the kitchen to the deck, and that's where the real action was
unfolding. Sounds of fucking and sucking seemed to come from every
direction. It was much darker here, but as my eyes adjusted I could make out
the centerpiece of the scene: a tall, fabulously handsome young man with an
unbelievable butt was bent over on all fours over a chaise lounge, screaming
with joy as a muscular stud stood solidly behind him and throttled his fine
ass good and hard. I soon determined that the swarthy top was Mark Wahlberg,
feeding his long, meaty cock deep into the happy bottom with each thrust.
But the hot bottom slut's face was turned away from me, and it was now late
dusk anyway, so I couldn't make out who it was. Then I realized the bottom
guy's moans were in Spanish, with a distinct Puerto Rican accent. Could this
be...?

"It's Ricky Martin," said a voice next to us. Rich Cronin joined us,
stripped to the waist, drink in hand. "He doesn't usually come to these
parties--he has about twelve or fifteen regulars who travel with him
wherever he goes and fuck his ass every hour of the day. But I guess he was
looking for some fresh meat tonight."

We watched a moment longer in awe, as Ricky's superstar butt was pounded and
penetrated by Mark's giant schlong. Like every other gay boy I knew, I'd
wanted to get fucked by Marky Mark ever since the first Calvin Klein
underwear ads appeared when I was in high school. Now he was standing five
feet in front of me, pummeling the ass of the foremost Latin heartthrob on
the pop music scene. It was hard to believe!

Ryan smiled at Rich, and stuck out his hand. "I'm Ryan," he said, simply.

Rich laughed and shook Ryan's hand. "I know. I'm Rich. I met your friend
Brady here earlier today. He said you'd probably like to come to our little
party. Do you like what you see?"

"I do," Ryan enthused. "God, look at all the hot bodies and cocks! I can't
wait to get in on this action."

"Well, jump on in any time. Everyone's getting naked inside. Our house is
your house; grab a stud, pick a comfortable spot, and do your thing!"

I had a feeling Ryan was going to pick Rich right then and there, so I
excused myself from my friends and wandered back inside. Rich was right--the
action had started. In the ten minutes or so I'd been away, the party had
progressed into a full-scale orgy. In the kitchen, JT had moved from the
kitchen counter to the kitchen table, still on his back, his fine ass
hanging over the edge as Shawn Hatosy now plundered in and out of the
boy-slut's hot male pussy. The tall beauty I'd seen fucking JT a moment
earlier had obviously exploded inside JT's rear end, as I saw him now at the
sink, cleaning himself with a rag.

In the living room, a gang-bang had formed around three bottoms: Hal Sparks,
Devin Lima, and Brian Austin Greene. Devin was aggressively shouting for his
top to fuck his hole, harder, harder. Hal was simply squealing and
whimpering with happiness as a husky footballer-type railed intensely in and
out of his hot little hole. All three bottoms were on their backs on the
carpet, legs hoisted high, and were getting fucked by random party guests,
including not only the other celebrities but also the plethora of beautiful
non-famous studs (at least, I didn't know them) who had showed up to join
the fun. Of the three hot celebs getting fucked, Brian seemed to be getting
the most attention. Several hot guys had gathered around them, jerking their
long, hard pricks as they waited their turns. As I watched, Brian's former
co-star Jason Priestley was loading his legendary enormous cock into Brian's
asshole, driving it deep inside him with each thrust as a nearby college boy
lost control and jacked his load all over Brian's hot, lithe little body.

I felt a warm had touch my arm, and spun around to see Josh Hartnett looking
me in the eyes. His gaze was smoldering; he wore a sexy half-smile and pair
of boxer shorts--nothing else. "You look a little...warm," he said to me.
Then I realized that I was one of the few guests at the party still fully
clothed. After a moment's shock, during which I struggled to register the
reality that Josh Hartnett was standing in front of me requesting that I get
naked, I quickly ripped at my clothes, pulling off my shirt, jeans and
underwear in one swoop. Seconds later I was pressed against his studly body
and we were kissing soulfully. I was at a party, making out with Josh
Hartnett. He was in his underwear, and I was naked. It was goosebumps
material.

As we kissed, Josh's hands groped all around my neck, back and ass,
eventually landing back on top of my head, whereupon he gently pressed
downward, a clear sign that his intention was to make me kiss him lower. I
moved to his wonderful little chest, barely taking the time to lick each
nipple before his persistent tug pulled me lower still, down to his sexy
belly, onto my knees, and finally to the impressive tent in his boxers. I
pulled the shorts down, and was excited to see the biggest cock I'd looked
at in a while: thick and veiny, it looked like a white, even bigger version
of the two brothers, Jaron and Duane, who fucked Ryan (and sometimes me as
well). I licked my lips, suddenly breathless. Then Josh pulled my face onto
it, and I inhaled as much of that huge dick as I could, slobbering on it
with my lips and tongue until I felt it slide into my throat, carrying my
face all the way up his stem until my lips stopped a half-inch from the
base.

"Ooo-oo-ooh, fuck..." Josh groaned, sucking in a deep breath. I could tell
he hadn't expected my deep-throating ability. "Jesus..."

I pulled back again, spitting out the fleshy cock, which I had now made wet
with my spit. My tongue lingered around the knob of his cock, licking all of
the sensitive areas in a circular motion, and then a few seconds later, I
propelled my whole face down once again on his shaft. I repeated that,
several times in succession, and felt his huge prick go even harder inside
my mouth.

"Fuck, oh yes, oh man!!" Josh moaned appreciatively. "Oh man, fuck...that is
some GOOD head...oh, keep going, baby, that's so great..."

I continued doing my best to please this stud, slurping his horse-dick way
inside me in repetitive, wet strokes as my hands moved over his tight thighs
and ass muscles in a constant massage. Finally I settled my hands on his
hard butt and gripped his cheeks so he could fuck himself with my face. On
cue, Josh began thrusting his hot little midsection roughly forward, pushing
his huge meat deep inside my mouth. With my gag reflex fully relaxed, I was
able to simply breathe easy and enjoy the show. After a few minutes of this,
I knew he was ready to blow, so I moved my right hand down slightly behind
him, parted his cheeks, and wiggled a finger into his prime little hole.
That did it! Soon, a gusher of cum flooded my mouth and poured itself all
the way down my hungry throat.

When I finally stood up again, he was out of breath. "Jesus, that was
fuckin' great..." he said, smiling as he leaned against the wall, half-ready
to collapse. "What's your name, man?"

"Brady," I told him. "And it was my pleasure. I'll suck that cock again any
time you want. Or, if you want, you can shove it up my ass, because I love
getting fucked by the big ones!"

"Well, I'm not quite up for it again at the moment, but I'll keep the offer
in mind," he replied with a wink.

I left him then to head down the hall, the delicious taste of his juicy
sperm on my breath, and what felt like a pint of his cumload deep in my
belly.

*     *     *

The first bedroom down the hall had so many people in it that at first I
could only peek in from the doorway, looking over people's heads. Whatever
was happening, I figured it had to be hot, because the four or five guys
blocking my view were all turned facing the bed and they all seemed to be
jacking off as the watched. Finally one or two of the moved on, and I could
see the action for myself.

Drew Lachey and Jeff Timmons, the other two-thirds of 98 Degrees, were flat
on their backs on the bed, getting fucked by two ultra-butch daddies, hot
muscular men in their late thirties or so. Not only that, but they were
lying facing opposite sides of the bed, so that the guys fucking them were
standing facing each other. At the middle of the bed, Drew's head rested
directly alongside Jeff's, allowing the two of them to twist slightly toward
each other and kiss. As they made out, their legs flailed wildly under the
rutting fuck session that was being applied to both their holes. Jeff rested
his feet gently against his top's solid, hairy chest, digging his toes into
the manly fur as the stud's missile-like prick continued to exquisitely
torture his hole. Drew, meanwhile, relaxed his legs totally, and the stud
that was power-fucking him held them out, spread-eagle, showing off Drew's
elegant muscles, tanned and toned.

I remembered Nick's brother, Drew, saying in the kitchen that Drew was being
fucked by Usher. I looked around and, sure enough, there was Usher standing
nearby. Nick was with him and the two were arm-in-arm. Usher's cock was
deflated and spent but Nick had reached down and was jacking it back to good
health. Usher reached down and did the same with Nick's engorged pole. Fully
naked, both men were a sight to behold: Usher's fine abs, shining with
sweat, looked in perfect proportion with the rest of his hot ebony physique,
and made a nice complement to Nick's own hard-won well-gymmed bronze body.
Both young men's dicks snaked down an impressive nine inches between their
legs, and soon both were rock-hard and ready to go.

The action on the bed built to a climax, and I soon heard Jeff shout: "Yeah!
Fuckin' do it! Blow that load inside me! I want that rich Daddy cream inside
my hole! Fuck me, do it, yeah...fill me up with cum..."

Likewise, Drew, lost in passion and kissing his bandmate fervently even as
they both took their hot top's loads, moaned, "Oooh, yes...stud, give me
your hot fuck-sauce...I want your creamy load inside my ass..."

The two muscular tops screamed in unison as their pounding dicks delivered
two batches of hot cum, one in each of their celebrity boy-band bottom's
holes. When they had fully spent themselves and stepped away, the two
bandmates continued making out momentarily, trapped in a dream state. Then
Drew said to all of us in the room: "OK, we want more cocks now! Who's gonna
be next?"

"I am, little brother," Nick said with a smirk, decoupling from his embrace
with Usher and approaching the side of the bed between Drew's splayed legs.
"You ready for some 98-degree dick?"

"Oooh, baby yes..." Drew cooed. "Bro, you know I love your dick. Give it to
me, nice and fine."

Nick reached his position, but rather than plunge right away into his
younger brother's fine asshole with his engorged prick, he instead dropped
to his knees and hoisted up Drew's legs to expose his cummy hole. "First,
I'm going to sample some of that daddy sauce," he said quietly. From where I
stood I could see some of it running out of Drew's hot hole, but a second
later Nick's face was in there to catch it. He licked around for a few
minutes, penetrating Drew deep with his tongue, then withdrew with a loud
"Mmmmm!".

"Yeah, Nick, yeah baby, lick it," Drew coached breathlessly. "Lick my hole.
Do it, big brother. Lick out all that cum and get me ready for your big fat
cock. You know I love it when you rim me and then drill me good and deep."

"What about me?" Jeff wondered aloud. "I need some cock, too. I want more
loads in my hole. Who's gonna fuck me?"

Needless to say, about four guys all stumbled over each other in response,
trying to get closer to the bed. When the winner emerged, I saw that it was
Eric Lasky, the stud who hosted that outdoors show on E!. He was a tall,
striking stud with beautiful eyes and a luscious covering of chest hair. A
fat, uncut hard-on swung below his belly, and he wasted no time pointing it
at Jeff's hole and slamming it inside. A moment later, Nick stood up from
rimming his little brother and plunged his dick into Drew's asshole,
well-lubed with his own spit. He fucked his brother nice and hard, making
Drew moan as he resumed kissing his fellow bottom-boy Jeff, who was loving
the long strokes Erik was taking up and down his tender, well-toned ass.

*     *     *

Further down the hall, in the other bedroom, the action was similar but the
room was much larger, so it was easier for me to see what was going on.
There weren't as many people crowded in, either, and the action didn't seem
focused in any one area. As a result, when I entered the room, everyone
turned to look at me.

"Hey, it's Ryan's pimp--I mean, Brady," laughed a familiar voice. I looked
over to see Ethan Hawke, seated on a bench by the window, naked, his
chiseled body relaxed as a cute, high-school-aged blond kid knelt between
his sexy legs and sucked obediently up and down on his dick.

"Hey Ethan," I greeted him with a laugh. "I didn't know you were here."

"Wouldn't miss it," he said. "These boy band boys definitely know how to
round up sexy tail."

Next to Ethan, a goodlooking dude in his forties with a round, tight butt
was on all fours, getting his asshole rimmed by a strapping, slightly pale
guy probably half his age. The boy doing the rimming had shaggy
medium-length dark hair that fell around his beautiful face and shoulders.
When he opened his eyes, barely visible above the man's hairy ass, I could
see they were a deep brown, soulful, and very intense. I was intrigued by
this kid. For being so young, he obviously knew what he was doing and
enjoyed doing it. With his free hand, the kid reached down and alternately
jacked off the older guy's cock and pulled on his own.

On the bed were a couple of goodlooking twinks, both blond. One had a big
cock and was lying on his back while the other one rode it, up and down. The
kid riding the cock was practically squealing: "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck
me..." over and over. It looked like a scene out of every porno movie you've
ever seen, but they were having their fun.

Next to the bed, on the floor, was another hot sight: one-time teen idol
James Marsden was scrunched up against the wall on his back, his knees at
his shoulders, as one-time heartthrob Antonio Sabato Jr. railed mercilessly
in and out of his hole with his long, thick uncut Latin prick. James was
taking it like a pro, looking soulfully into Antonio's eyes and wordlessly
pleading with him to bang him, deeper and deeper, good and hard. James' lips
were parted, and his handsome gaze seemed in awe of Antonio's driving fuck.

"You like what you see, stud?" came a voice from behind me. I spun around,
and there between me and the door was a vision that took my breath away.
Mark Wahlberg, aka Marky Mark, was standing there in all his glory, his
bulging muscles and deep tan and beautiful aged pretty-boy face. He was
nearly naked, but not quite--perhaps as a joke, or maybe just to cover up
his spent dick after fucking Ricky Martin, he was wearing a clean, bright
white pair of Calvin Klein underwear.

"Hey man," Antonio greeted him as he continued relentless thrusting into
James' ass. "Those look familiar."

I approached Mark, trembling but determined to worship his might body and
cock. When I got to him I stopped, unsure where to touch him first or how to
proceed. He helped me out by giving me a command:

"You look good," he told me, his voice a sexy, low rumble. Tentatively, I
reached out and rested my hand against his marvelous chest. "Yeah, that's
it...goodlooking stud like you, go ahead, feel those muscles..."

I continued rubbing his chest, slightly more firmly, in disbelief that I was
actually in foreplay with this man who had been one of my first jerk-off
fantasies. My eyes darted up to his, and his gruff features formed a slight
smile. I could tell he liked the way I looked, and the way my caress was
making him feel.

"Why don't you lick my nipples, bitch," he growled at me. "I've got a very
sensitive chest."

Like a moth to a flame, I lit into his chest with my tongue, tasting his
sweat, savoring the manly essence of him, and fulfilling his wish by
covering his hard nipples one at a time with my whole mouth and licking,
biting, and sucking them. He groaned in response, obviously appreciating my
attention.

Then he suddenly pushed me backwards, toward the bed, and with a second push
I was on top of the mattress. The blond twinks were in the throes of a
mutual orgasm by now, but I tuned them out. I focused only on Mark, the
powerful stud before me, trembling under his gaze, wanting to do whatever I
could to please him. As my back hit the bedclothes, a rope of flying jizz
hit me right across the face, propelled from the cock of the nasty little
blond bottom who was wildly riding his boyfriend a few feet away. Barely
noticing the intrusion, my eyes still fixed on my new master, I licked some
of the cum from my lips and slowly reached down to lift and separate my
strong, well-muscled legs.

"Leave 'em down, kiddo," Mark said. "I want to suck me some of that big
cock."

I couldn't believe it--Marky Mark wanted to give me a blowjob. He wasted no
time, either, and a moment later he was on his knees before me, almost
subservient, and his masterful hot, wet mouth was wrapped around the entire
length of my aching prick. He slurped up and down, giving head like a true
pro. Struggling to catch my breath, I peeked down to see his broad shoulders
spread at my waist and his crew-cut head bouncing slowly up and down as this
matinee idol from my youth made oral love to my cock.

After just a few minutes, I was dangerously close to being ready to blow.
"Mark...Marky..." I wasn't even sure what to call him. "I'm...don't...not
yet..."

Just in time, he pulled off my cock, wrapping his strong fist around it as
he smiled up at me, panting. "That's one delicious cock," he said to me.
"What else have ya got down here?"

I hoisted my legs a little in response, and his hands grabbed my thighs and
pushed them up the rest of the way. This exposed my brown, winking hole,
which had been fucked over a dozen times in the previous twenty-four hours:
the long interlude at the sex club yesterday, the four-way sex session with
Ryan at his friends' Scott and Zack's place afterward, then back at the sex
club this morning to take Devin Lima's cock and load, and finally the quick
ride I took on Freddie Prinze Jr. after fucking him full of cum myself. Now
it was ready for Marky Mark!

I expected Mark to stand and deliver, but instead he stayed on his knees and
rimmed me first. His tongue was as strong and as sexy as the rest of him,
licking all around the rim of my asshole, then plunging inside. While he
licked away at the inside walls of my man-pussy, the blond kid who'd shot on
my face dismounted his top and knelt next to me, using his huge but flaccid
dick to smear his cum around on my cheeks, nose, lips and next. I took his
spent cock in for a suck or two to get the last few drops of teen jizz.

Then, before I knew it, Mark was standing before me, and my legs were hooked
over his manly shoulders, framing his beautiful chest. His smoldering gaze
penetrated me deeply as he worked his dick into my hole to do the same. I
let out a long groan that emerged as a shout after his monster cock finally
bottomed out inside me. Once inside, he withdrew abruptly and then slammed
back in me again, opening and shutting my sphincter like a rubber band.
Every time his big dick escaped my ass on the outward thrust, I felt a tiny
half-second of emptiness and need, only to be fulfilled all over again by
his long, thick flesh-tube completely filling me back up.

As Mark railed into me, I could no longer concentrate on the twink who was
trying to fuck my face. It seemed incongruous, anyway, to have a skinny
teen-ager vying for my sexual attention when this rippling, gorgeous mass of
muscles and sex stood before me, plumbing my depths repeatedly with his
famous snake in long, forceful strokes. A moaned constantly, knowing I might
never again experience such heaven with this celebrity stud. I gave myself
to him, wanting him deeper, craving his seed. He was there to fill me, and I
gave him my best fuck.

Soon, he seemed to lose his balance somewhat from the wanton wildness of it,
and his hulking body fell slowly over me, like a tree coming down in a
forest. His warm, tight skin pressed against mine as he wrapped himself
around me, kissing me, manhandling my shoulders and chest, grunting deep
into my mouth as his giant cock continued its pummeling assault on my gaping
hole. For my part, I groped back, at first just massaging up and down the
muscles in his back, but eventually grabbing his perfect ass and holding
onto it for dear life. I held his marvelous buns as he continued to fuck me.
The twin hard, hairy globes felt like two footballs in my hand as he gyrated
up and down, pistoning in and out of my male pussy. His hard, furry thighs
rested inside mine, pressing against my inner legs, holding me open for his
fuck.

In the heat of our intense copulation, I was vaguely distracted by some
commotion to my right, off the edge of the bed. Dazed, I turned my head to
see Antonio reach orgasm from drilling James. The bulk of Antonio's sweet,
sexy form was glowing from his tan and sweat, and he shouted as he exerted
himself utterly to send his final climactic blows into James' tortured hole.
James, who had already been forced into the room's corner when I first
noticed him, was now squeezed into an almost inhuman position, like a
contortionist, his back pressed flat into the wall and floor and his cute
legs flailing wildly high above him. He was screaming in a high pitch: "Oh!
GOD! YES! DO IT! CUM IN ME, DO IT, RIGHT NOW!"

A few minutes later, as they came back down to earth, the two decoupled.
Antonio stood, and for a second he looked ready to depart the room, but the
sight of Mark fucking me gave him pause. Instead, he slowly approached us on
the bed, wagging his sizable cock toward my face. It was still half-hard and
even from my distance it smelled sweetly of fresh cum.

"You want this cock, little whore?" Antonio muttered. "You want me to feed
it to you while Marky Mark here slams his big club up your tight little ass?
Would you like that, sexy man?"

I tried to respond, but my words came out in an ecstatic gargle, so I ended
by simply nodding. His cock appeared at my lips, and I slurped it in. I
recalled as I blew his freshly spent meat that Antonio had achieved his rise
to fame by modeling Calvin Klein underwear, just like Mark. That explained
his comment as he greeted his friend when he walked in the room. So here I
was, eating the fresh salty cum off one hot model from my youth as another
one impaled me good and deep and hard at the other end.

When I had sufficiently cleaned Antonio's tool, he left the room, and a
second later James crawled onto the bed with me to replace him. "Shit, you
look like a real sexy fuck," he said softly to me, as he batted his own hard
cock around my cheeks and lips. "It's gotta be nice getting railed by a real
stud like this. Mark doesn't just fuck anybody. You're a really hot-looking
guy. Lucky, too."

I was unaccustomed to the praise, so I made an attempt to form words for my
reply. "Thanks..." I said, breathless from Mark's relentless pounding into
my asshole. "You looked hot, too. Did..." I paused to take a particularly
deep thrust from Mark. "Unnh...oh god... oh yes, do it, Marky...fuck me
hard..." Then, I looked back at James. "Did...did he fill you up with lots
of cum?"

James looked down at me with a quizzical grin. "Fuckin' right he did," he
replied. "Why?"

"I..." Mark was fucking me harder than ever, making it hard for me to phrase
my request. "I...want to...lick it out..."

"Oh," James said, instantly switching his position. "Well, I've heard about
you fags who get off on felching hot cum. What the hell, brother. Go at it."

His divine butt lowered itself on my face, and I immediately commenced
slurping out Antonio's fresh load. The taste and smell were divine.
Unfortunately, it blocked my view of Mark, but his cock inside me was
unmistakable, and I was still fully engaged with his rip-roaring fuck. I
rimmed James' hole nice and deep for several minutes, grunting and moaning
as I did so, both from the exhilaration of eating my favorite meal and the
dynamic pleasure of Marky Mark using my hairy male cunt.

As I rimmed him, James let out a constant stream of obscenities to show his
appreciation. "Oh Jesus Christ...yes, that's good...that's so fuckin'
good..." he groaned. "Lick out that hole, lick my pussy...get all of that
stud's juicy load on your tongue...fuck my tight little asshole with your
face, motherfucker...oh, that feels so fuckin' good..."

Another voice was soon audible above me, as a new body moved closer to the
bed. "Hot stuff, man. Is he a good fuck?"

Mark replied by giving several accentuated thrusts into my hungry ass, and
muttered: "A fuckin' great fuck. The sweetest ass I've had in a long time."

"Hot tongue, too," James sighed, riding up and down on my face as I cleaned
the last vestiges of Antonio's cum from his delicious pussy. As I grabbed
his tight ass in both hands to rim him, I wondered who the new visitor might
be.

A moment later, I had my answer, as James moved off my face and offered it
to the newcomer. It was Justin Timberlake, sweaty and sexy and ready for
more.

"Go ahead," James said. "I'm sure you've got some cumloads pumped into you
by now, JT. You always do at these parties. This slut really loves to lick
them out of you, and he does a pretty good job."

JT smiled at me. "It will be my pleasure."

Just as JT climbed on the bed to mount my face, two more bodies entered the
room. It was Antonio returning, and this time he'd brought with him a new
whore to fuck: Josh Hartnett. He pushed Josh onto the bed next to me, just
as roughly as Mark had done when he made it clear I was his bitch of choice.
Josh's head landed directly next to mine, and I instinctively swiveled over
to give him a deep, soulful kiss.

Josh returned the kiss passionately, only to break it and whisper to me: "I
see you really do like to be fucked, after all. So do I."

"Well, Antonio's the man for the job," I told him. "I just watched him fuck
the holy shit out of James Marsden, right over there. You're in good hands,
believe me."

Then our banter was interrupted, as Antonio squatted on Josh's chest and
began feeding his beer-can-thick cock, now fully hard once again, directly
into Josh's sucking, obedient mouth. "Yeah, take that fuck-log, little
pussy," he said. "Suck that sperm-hose nice and fuckin' wet. I want to drill
it right up your tight little pretty-boy cunt."

At the same time, JT hunched with his hot legs on either side of my torso,
and slowly lowered his hole onto my ready face. His ass was even tastier
than James', and it seemed to contain more cum. I had watched the tall stud
fuck him in the kitchen, along with Shawn Hatosy, but that was nearly an
hour ago, and he probably had several more loads inside him by now. Luckily,
I was the guy who was going to lick them all out! As I did so, JT writhed
back and forth, grinding his ass onto my face, and moaning: "Oh yes, do it
Brady, lick me out...clean my ass for me, eat out all those stud's hot
loads..."

I heard a conversation next to me, as I continued eating ravenously at JT's
hairy ass. "Dude, you mind if I take a crack at this ass?" a voice asked. I
wondered if they were referring to me, and as much as I craved fresh dick, I
didn't want Mark to stop fucking me until he had blown all of his hot male
juices inside me. I pressed up on JT's ass momentarily, glimpsing out to see
who had spoken.

It was Usher, looking fantastic as ever, fully naked and ragingly hard. But
he wasn't talking about fucking me; it was Josh's hot booty he wanted. As
Antonio was currently dominating Josh with his face-fuck, Usher felt the
need to request permission to have his way with Josh's divine little ass.

"Sure, man, go ahead," Antonio responded. "His throat feels pretty good.
I'll spray my load up here...you fuck him, I hear he really likes black
meat."

And so Josh continued deep-throating Antonio's big salami dick as Usher
parted Josh's legs and drilled his big cock inside. As first entry, Josh
moaned loudly with Antonio's cock all the way down his throat, causing him
to choke slightly and his eyes to water up. But Usher paid no attention,
taking Josh's ass as he saw fit, finding a good position and a steady rhythm
and just pounding his black snake in and out in long strokes. And as Usher
deep-dicked Josh, Antonio likewise refused to let up on his face-fuck, even
though it appeared that Josh had a little more than he could handle at
first. Like a good slut, Josh continued choking down the fat white cock and
accepting the fat black cock up his love-chute, like a blissed-out celebrity
sex-cherub getting pile-driven by hot studs at both ends.

JT went back to riding my face with his ass, but just before he did, I saw
the Lachey brothers arrive, visible over Usher's shoulders. Then I just had
JT's ass in my face, my nose pressed into his rectum as my tongue fluttered
around and slurped up all the cum. I had nearly all of it, but licking his
hole was a supreme pleasure, and just like Mark fucking me, I wanted to
savor the experience because I might never again get the chance.

"Yeah, man, go!" a voice said, and I knew it was Drew Lachey, urging his
friend Usher on. "Do it, Usher, waste this slut's ass. He loves it, you can
tell. Look at the way he sucks Tony's cock while you fuck him. What an eager
little whore."

"Dude, I've wanted to fuck this boy's hole ever since his first movie," said
the other voice, Nick. "Shit, I can't believe how good he looks taking cock
like that."

Usher continued pounding Josh's hot butt-pussy as he sneered down at Josh
and addressed Drew and Nick. "Fuck yeah, he's a good fuckin' slut," Usher
muttered. "Cute, too. Knows how to take big dicks."

Nick let out a slow, soft whistle. "I think we should bang him nice and
hard. Let's give his ass a good pounding from all our cocks. You wanna?"

"Hell yes!" Drew chimed in.

"It's alright with me," Usher said. "I always share my toys. Let's fuck this
whore. Let's fuck him 'til his eyes shake."

The sexy brothers, arm in arm, smiled down, almost maliciously, at their
prey. Josh just groaned in anticipation as he continued sucking Antonio's
meaty Latin cock.

JT got off my face shortly after that, and spun around to kiss me deep. "I
liked that," he said in a hoarse, intimate tone. "I think you did, too?"

"God yes," I croaked, also whispering. "I'll do it anytime. Anytime, JT.
Please, just come and find me sometime, when you have lots of cum in your
ass...I will lick it all out. Please, do it? Ryan always knows how to find
me."

He smiled at the eagerness of my request. "Yeah, man. I think I can do
that."

Then he left the room, leaving me to concentrate once again on the intensity
of Mark's fuck. He was sweating like crazy now, and building up to a mighty
crescendo. His face was turning a dark tan from his exertion, and I egged
him along by moaning each time he entered me and squeezing my ass rim
against his shaft with every inward thrust.

Finally, the inevitable happened, and Marky Mark exploded inside me. His
semen splattered my guts as more than a dozen long, steamy bursts of jism
shot straight up my hole and deep inside my being. After the last shot was
spent, he continued thrusting, and we both continued moaning in unison,
until finally he collapsed on top of me, and I held his exhausted body
against me, my big strong bear, my wondrous celebrity daddy-fuck, my Marky
Mark.

Next to us, a double orgasm was happening: Usher screamed as he unloaded
into Josh's ass, and at the same exact moment, Antonio groaned something in
Spanish, and we looked over to see him filling Josh's mouth until it
overflowed with cum. Josh struggled to suck and swallow as much sperm as he
could, but even after several gulps Antonio was still shooting. The Latin
top pulled his hips back, releasing his cock from Josh's pretty mouth and
shot the last several wads onto Josh's face, neck, and shoulders. Then
Antonio fell forward, and Usher too, and the threesome relaxed with a group
hug just like the one Mark and I shared.

Behind Usher, the Lachey boys were growing impatient. "Alright, man, it's
our turn," Nick said. Usher moved aside, making room for Nick and Drew to
assume the position between Josh's hot legs.

"Which end do you want, bro?" Drew asked.

Nick had already started rubbing his dick around the area where Usher's seed
was spilling out from Josh's anal cavity. "I'm using this end," he
announced. "Why don't you try up there."

Drew gave Antonio's shoulders a brief squeeze, a cue that he needed the
spent stud to move off the bed and make some room. Antonio did so, and Drew
straddled Josh's face. "C'mon, bitch, suck this cock," he said crudely, but
Josh immediately obeyed. And a second later, when Nick's mighty dick
disappeared into Josh's love tunnel, the bottom slut didn't even flinch. I
figured Usher's thick tool probably plowed a hole so wide that Nick's
longer, skinnier dick barely even touched the sides.

"Oh fu-u-u-uck..." Nick moaned as his cock disappeared into the luscious
folds of Josh's young pussy.

"Feel good, brother?" Drew grinned, twisting around to view his brother's
reaction. "Nice hot hole?"

"Not as sweet as yours, little brother," Nick promised. "But pretty fuckin'
sweet, just the same."

On top of me, Mark stirred from our blissful embrace and got up, moving
slowly off the bed. "Thanks," he said to me, gentle now, sealing the words
with a kiss on my lips. "That was a hot scene."

"My pleasure, man," I said. Then, as an afterthought, I added: "I'm Brady,
by the way."

For a second he seemed shocked by my politeness. I've never quite mastered
sex party etiquette, anyway. But then his beautiful face broke into a
chuckle, and he picked up my hand for a shake. "I'm Mark," he said.

Of course, then I felt really stupid. "Uh, well...yeah, I know."

*     *     *

I was tempted to follow Mark out of the room and see what else was going on
at the party, but something made me stay and witness the private party that
was starting to develop all over Josh's gorgeous body. He had each of the
brothers from 98 Degrees fucking him now at both ends, with Usher and
Antonio still looking on, jerking their incredible cocks back to yet another
state of readiness.

Restless and horny, I touched my own cock, which I hadn't allowed to cum all
evening. Watching Josh expertly handle all that cock, I was turned-on but
also a little jealous. I knew this was heating up to be a gang-bang, but
damn it, I wanted the gang-bang to be on ME!

Just then, Jason Priestley walked into the room. Our eyes met and locked
immediately. He was naked, and his throbbing cock swung between his sexy
thighs. Jason's size was well-known in gay Hollywood--at over twelve inches
and as thick as my wrist, it was almost grotesque. Tonight was my first
chance to ever see it up close; Jason had fucked Ryan many times, but never
in my presence. In the living room earlier, I'd seen him plowing the
gigantic prick in and out of Brian Austin Greene, his co-star and the cock's
most frequent recipient. Now I wanted that monster cock for myself, so by
way of invitation, I spread my legs and put a really slutty smile on my
face, reaching down to finger my cummy twat (still overflowing with Mark's
jizz) as I gave Jason my best "come hither" look.

He took the bait, and very soon I was getting one of the biggest cocks of my
life up my ass. I was glad Mark had fucked me as hard as he did, because
without that workout I would never have been able to take all of it. Jason
seemed genuinely impressed that he could enter me, balls to the walls,
without pain or lubrication. I probably would have felt pain if I hadn't
been so horny. As it was, I was so motivated to be fucked by him (by all of
them, actually) that I barely felt it at all until I was wonderfully,
totally full.

Jason showed his appreciation by hammering in and out of my male pussy with
all his might, and cumming in me in under one minute. After that, he never
lost hardness, and kept on fucking. Quite a feat for having that much meat
to swing around and keep erect. I loved the feel of his sperm escaping
inside me and his enormous cock continuing to push it deeper into me. His
beautiful eyes and his slight, sexy build were my focus as he railed up and
down in my hole with his enormous prick. He fucked me for another ten
minutes or so, and then he came again, adding one fresh load of his sexy
jism right on top of the one he'd shot into me before.

Usher was up next, hard once more and ready to give his black meat to my
ready ass. As he fucked me, his washboard abs rubbed against my inner
thighs, and I relished the contrast of our skin: white muscles against dark
muscle, legs against stomach, hard black meat inside tender white ass. When
he came, it flooded my butt with ribbons of sauce, his black babies swimming
up deep into my hole, adding to the honey pot of sweet man-nectar I was
collecting.

When Usher moved aside, James stepped up, a shy smile over his face. "I'm
usually a bottom," he said. "But you look really good getting fucked like
that. You're a sexy guy. You turn me on."

Works for me. "Fuck me, James," I said simply. "C'mon, put your meat inside
me. You know how good it feels. Give that big cock to my hungry ass."

So he slid into me, his turgid cock pumping out left-over cum from the
previous fucks so that it ran down my crack and onto the bed. He held my
legs high and spread them wide, giving himself the best leverage to rail in
and out of me, to have his way with me as his fuck.

After James came in me, the Lachey brothers got into the game, ditching Josh
to cum over and add their hot loads to the pile. I was fucked by Nick first
and then by Drew. The sensation of being team-fucked by the two famous
brothers was almost other-worldly. I squeezed their dicks in my ass ring
with every thrust. Nick especially threw a lot of energy into the fuck. He
was the alpha male brother, the total top. Both studs had nice meaty cocks
and shot huge loads of sauce inside me.

When the Lacheys were done with me, Antonio emerged from the shadows to use
me next, and after he sprayed his jizz inside me, Josh himself took a turn.

"Man, you're really insatiable," he said in an awed tone as he worked his
achingly hard dick inside me. "Look, I'm not going to last very long..."

"I don't care," I blurted. "Fuck me. Just fuck me. I want your big dick. I
need your cum inside me. Go."

So Josh banged into me steadily, never letting up, furiously using my
gripping twat to jerk off his load. I could tell he was over-stimulated from
all the attention his cock and ass had received over the course of the
evening, and I was delirious with excitement, knowing I would very soon be
the beneficiary of his superstar seed. He grunted and screamed as he fucked
me, finally rising to orgasm and spraying deep inside my well-used butt.

When Josh had finished cumming, we looked around and realized the others had
all departed the room. Undaunted, Josh smiled at me conspiratorially, and
asked: "How do you want me to make you cum?"

He was right--I needed to shoot, bad. My mind reeled at the choices. He
could ride my dick, or suck me off, or...

"Do you like to eat out loads?" I asked him.

He glanced down at my ass. "You mean...out of..."

"Out of my ass," I told him. "Like I did, with James and JT."

Josh's cute face split into an ear-to-ear grin. "Yeah, man! That's hot!"

I sighed in erotic anticipation. "Then do it," I said, pulling my knees up
to my chest. "C'mon, I've got, like, eight guys' sauce down there. Eat it
all out for me, and I'll jerk off my dick."

Josh knelt and pressed his heavenly face into my hole, lapping away at my
pucker like a kitten at a bowl of milk. His touch was so soft, so tender,
that I relished the feeling and decided to make it last as long as I could.
With his hands, he was supporting my buttocks, so I laid my left hand on the
bed for balance and wrapped my right hand around my pulsating shaft, lazily
stroking myself back and forth, avoiding any intense movements until I knew
I'd reached the point of no return.

Alas, with Josh's delicate, loving ministrations, that point arrived sooner
than I expected. Feeling his tongue puncture my yawning brown hole over and
over was just too stimulating. I clenched my dick, saying, "I'm gonna shoot,
man." To my surprise, he immediately dropped my legs and pushed his face
into position to catch my cum.

I aimed my dick at him and started my final volley, jack-hammering myself
another ten or so strokes until my balls tingled, my legs went straight and
numb, and with a loud yelp I shot long streams of pearly white fluid all
over my new friend. Eyes closed in rapture, he received the entire load--on
his face, in his hair, down his neck, and into his open mouth. When I was
done shooting, he crawled up to meet me face-to-face, and we shared a
beautiful kiss. I tasted my own cum on his breath, and licked some of the
rest of it off his chiseled features. Then we laid in bed and snoozed for a
little while.

*     *     *

Throughout the house, more sex was still going on, but I noticed the numbers
seemed to be far fewer than when I arrived. I took this to mean things were
gradually winding down. In the other bedroom, where I had first seen Drew
Lachey and Jeff Timmons getting their asses porked by the daddy studs, now
hosted two more bottoms in a similar position: Ashton Kucher and Seann
William Scott, whose movie "Dude, Where's My Car?" was recently released to
theaters, featuring their sexy make-out scene. They were re-enacting it now,
kissing soulfully over the top of the mattress as they bent over for two
other young stud's fabulous dicks: James Van der Beek fucked Ashton, while
Shawn Hatosy pounded Seann's sexy hole. I fondly recalled the first time
Seann and Ashton had come by Ryan's trailer, and we'd had fantastic four-way
sex.

In the living room, only three men remained: Hal Sparks, who looked winded
from the gang-bang that had occurred on his ass; a beautiful black stud with
rippling muscles; and the same very young lanky boy I had noticed earlier,
the one with the shaggy medium-length dark hair and the beautiful brown eyes
who was rimming a hot older stud in the other bedroom, but had disappeared
before our gang-bang action had heated up. He was now throwing a mean, hard
fuck into the black stud, who I guessed to be a college baseball player from
his age and build. The black stud, in turn, was licking out Hal's hole, as
Hal relaxed on his back, slumped down on the sofa and holding his white,
hairy legs out wide.

I paused before moving on. The hot young kid truly knew how to fuck. I was
amazed and in awe of him, for some reason I couldn't describe. It was almost
like he seemed familiar to me, although I was sure we'd never met. He had an
impressive cock, average length but plenty thick, with a delicious-looking
bulbous head that I glimpsed with every stroke he made entirely out of the
black man's bubble butt, just before he plunged it back inside. The black
guy was in heaven, tears streaming down his cheeks as he gasped and moaned
in wonder at the excellent fuck this young stallion was giving him. I was
impressed, too. The kid couldn't have been more than nineteen or twenty, and
he had the look of a straight rough type, a street punk. But here he was, at
a celebrity sex party, fucking ass like a pro. I wished it were me receiving
that cock of his, even though it was plenty stimulating to see him reduce a
hot black jock to jelly with his eager thrusts.

The kitchen was empty, so I proceeded to the deck. There I found two more
boy band members I hadn't encountered thus far at the party: Kevin
Richardson and Brian Littrell, the two sexiest (in my opinion) studs from
Backstreet Boys. Both were standing and fucking the opposite ends of their
eager prey. When I realized who was the lucky beneficiary of their boy-band
meat, I laughed out loud: It was Ricky Martin, in exactly the same position
I'd seen him earlier, in the same location, just with two different tops. He
seemed to be a wantonly cock-hungry bottom, like the rest of us. Brian had a
nice fat bone that he was feeding into Ricky's cute, sucking face; Kevin had
his hands firmly planted on Ricky's famous hips, gripping him just above the
ass for leverage as he throttled his own hot cock energetically in and out.

I thought at first we were alone, but I heard some commotion nearby, and
went to investigate. Beyond the deck were some woods, and beyond the woods
was the roar of the ocean. On the steps that led from the deck to the woods,
Ethan Hawke was seated, his tasty legs spread wide in a leisurely pose, as
he got his fleshy shaft and bulbous head expertly blown by none other than
Freddie Prinze, Jr. Ethan smiled when he saw me, and a few seconds later,
Freddie came up for air and noticed me as well.

"Hey Brady," he grinned, breathless. "Long time no see."

"Yeah man," I said, smiling back. I explained to Ethan: "Freddie here has
been at Ryan's playpen a lot recently. In fact, I fucked his ass there
earlier today, along with Taye Diggs and Shemar Moore."

"Pretty hot," Ethan agreed, as Freddie's pretty face disappeared once again
over his cock. "Hey, have you checked out the party on the beach?" He
gestured in the direction of the water. Now that he did so, I realized I
could hear the distant sounds of some commotion.

"No man, I figured everyone else had left," I said.

"Nah, they're all down there, fucking Ryan, making him do all kinds of crazy
shit," Ethan said. "You gotta see it. They were sticking fresh fruit up his
ass a while ago, bananas and shit, and then taking turns eating it back out.
It's kinda a trip."

"Holy shit," I said, not wanting to interrupt the blowjob I knew he was
enjoying, but dying for more details about what he saw. "Who?"

"All of the bands," Ethan told me. "Ryan was getting fucked up here for a
while, and then he said that he wanted a private gang-bang on the beach, and
only the boy-band boys could go down there. I snuck in for a while just to
watch." Ethan groaned then, holding Freddie's hair in his hands as the boy's
handsome face moved masterfully up and down on Ethan's fat schlong.

Ethan continued. "He's got all of them down there. He's taking them one band
at a time. LFO went first, then Kevin and Brian here from Backstreet. After
that it was JT and a few of his N'Synch buddies. Usher's down there now with
the boys from 98 Degrees. I think BoyZone's here too--all of them, if you
can believe it. I guess Ryan's reputation really gets around!"

I laughed. "I guess it does," I said, leaving Ethan and Freddie in peace as
I turned and started down the path to the water, following the sounds of
sex. As I walked, shaking my head and chuckling to myself, I repeated
softly: "Yes, I guess it does." Crazy little Ryan.

Ryan was living out another fantasy, and I was once again about to be among
the lucky witnesses. Well, good for him. I was happy for him, and I was sure
that any notion of ever having him to myself was unrealistic. Not because he
couldn't love me, or because he didn't love me--but because what he said to
me, what he always said to me, was perfectly true: He lived to be fucked by
men.

All in all, I told myself, it was a fantastic party. My own ass had been
treated well. I had sucked some nice famous cocks, and licked loads out of a
few very pretty asses. I had watched plenty of hot men going at it together,
and I had been fucked by more celebrities and other beautiful people in one
setting than I'd managed to do in a long time. The wantonness of it was
alluring and dream-like. Maybe I had a bit of Ryan in me, myself. I could
analyze it any way I wanted, but why bother? Mine is a great life, pure and
simple.

And with that, I turned the final corner of the wooded path, and emerged
onto the beach.

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To be continued...

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My other stories are "40 Days and 39 Nights" in Gay/Celebrity, "Buttsex
Junkie" in Bisexual/Beginnings, and "Cup of Joe" in Gay/Authoritarian.