Date: Sat, 9 Jul 2005 00:10:42 EDT From: JOSHUASPEEDlbf@aol.com Subject: "SUB SELLECK" OFFICIAL DISCLAIMER: This story (dedicated to all guys who have had the hots for this super-hot jock!) is TOTAL and COMPLETE FICTION and in NO WAY suggests that actor Tom Selleck is anything but 100 per cent straight. Selleck has always driven me wild from day one, and, writing a story on him set in an SF leather bar has been a LONG time coming! OK, that being said, ENJOY!!! (San Francisco,1985). He was the hearthrob of television; a hairy, hunky, super-hot stud that had gay and bi guys everywhere whacking their boners big-time. The hot-looking, hairy, mustachioed jock star of a popular dectective show, Tom Selleck was a gay man's wet dream cumtrue. A "Tom Of Findland" drawing come to life. Though Tom made many comments on how he resented his appeal to the gay community, it was only afront. Secretly, Tom was gay, but, he knew that if his homosexuality was revealed, it would be the end of his stardom. So, to most people, Tom was strictly 100 per cent hetero. But, here it was, a very warm night in San Francisco, and Tom was walking down the street, heading for a leather bar called "TheHog". He certainly turned more than a few guy's heads, with his skin-tight red tank-top and painted-on jeans, that hugged his manly bubblebutt like a second skin. His dark shades gave him a menacing, highly erotic look, and his black motorcycle boots completed his hot attire for the evening. By this time, Tom was a regular at "The Hog", and always used an inconspicuous doorway in the rear when hevisited. Though the bouncer and a few of the patrons had known it was Selleck, they said nothing, knowing that his career depended on his remaining incognito. On this particular evening, Tom entered an area known as "Cycle Hell", which had formerly been a truck garage. Now, the spacious, grimy, oil-splotched area was full of old motorcycles, padded sawhorses, and other furnishings to be used for hot manly encounters. Two burly, hairy regulars, beefy Italian bikers in their early 50s, saw Tom come in and wasted no time in calling him over and treating him to a couple of beers. These two macho monsters, Vic and Spike, obviously knew the mustachioed Selleck quite well, and felt him up considerably while they talked and guzzled their coldbrews. When the beers had been guzzled, Vic growled at Selleck, ordering him to drop his jeans and bend over the worn, cum-stained seat of an old Harley in a nearby corner. The horny Selleck wasted no time in obeying, and Vic and Spike felt their cocks throb in their worn jeans when Selleck's jeans dropped to his boots. His huge, throbbing cock and hairy balls were barely contained by his sweaty, cum-encrusted jock pouch, and his round, juicy, hairy assmounds looked hotter than hell, framed by the legbands of his jock. Once Selleck was in position across the old bike, Spike slapped a pair of cuffs on his wrists, and Vic produced a worn razor strop. Vic came before Selleck, and ordered him to slick up the strop with his tongue. Selleck wasted no time, and his big tongue really made a show of slicking up that worn leatherstrop. Then Spike unbuttoned his tight jeans, and his beer-can cock, its angry head slick with lube, sprang out, just out of reach of Selleck's mouth. Spike started rubbing his aching member of Selleck's thick, black cockcomb, and he moaned in pleasure as Selleck's thick, sexy 'stashe tickled his throbbing tool, coating the thick black hairs with stickylube. Then, Selleck opened up his mouth and Spike shoved his thick cut cock into Selleck's hot mouth, loving the sight of Selleck's thick mustache melding into his own thick pubic jungle. Selleck moaned deeply, loving the familar tangy, sweaty taste of Spike's beer-can cock, and Spike's big paws held tightly to Selleck's head as he slid his fat dong in and out of the hunky star's talented mouth. As Selleck happily sucked off Spike, Vic's rough paws explored the furry, meaty contours of Selleck's hairy butt. He started whacking Selleck's furry glutes, obviously enjoying his task. The thick learther strop lashed into Selleck's meaty, hairy glutes with a loud report, mingling erotically with the sounds of blaring disco music and raw, unhibited mansex around Selleck and his two machomasters. Selleck could only grunt as Vic walloped his hairy butt, as his mouth was too full of Spike's fat log to do otherwise. Soon enough, all other action in "Cycle Hell" came to a stop, and the other sweaty, macho guys were all stroking their throbbing cocks, watching the hot, humpy stud (who was, in reality, one of television's hottest stars) getting his furry bubblebutt thoroughly stropped, while he sucked off one of his leather-vested masters. Soon, Selleck's big, meaty glutes were a deep, glowing crimson, and Vic then tossed aside the hot strop, and dropped to his knees between Selleck's hairy, muscularlegs. His hot tongue slithered and danced along the hot welts that criss-crossed Selleck's furry buns, and then his powerful paws pulled Selleck's fiery glutes apart, and the goateed master buried his menacing face between those tortured mounds, his hot tongue teasing and thrusting in and out of Selleck's sweaty, fur-lined, clean-tastingpucker. Selleck was trying hard not to to cum, as his aching cock, pinned beneath his torso and the cycle seat, throbbed and pounded, begging for relief. Cursing loudly, and thrusting his hips hard, Spike's overloaded balls, smacking Selleck's chin, finally blew, and jet after jet of thick spunk flooded Selleck's cock-filled mouth, sliding down his throat and trickling down his chin. Meanwhile, Selleck moaned anew as Vic's huge cock slammed into his furry butt, his tight, slick chute grabbing onto his master's dong like a vice. Vic roughly spanked Selleck's sore, furry buns as he thrust his throbbing cock in and out between the handsome hunk's hotglutes. Vic fucked Selleck roughly, obviously intending to get off quick and get off big. Vic and Spike both leaned forward, and their lips met, and their hot tongues started dueling it out as they impaled Selleck from both ends. The audience was really going nuts now, their hot, hard shafts bieng rougly whanked by strong, leather-glovedhands. The crowd cheered as one as Vic shot his long-pent up load, and gobs of his thick sperm were injected deep between Selleck's flaming buttcheeks, as he and Spike continued deep-kissing over Selleck's sweatytorso. Then, at a signal from Spike, Vic pulled his spent cock out of Selleck's cum-loaded butt, and then motioned to the menacing looking, leather-clad stud to start fingering Selleck's slick chute. Selleck moaned loudly as the hunk's thick, hairy-knuckled fingers invaded his hairy, cum-leaking chute, and his overworked prostate finally gavein. Humping the seat of the oldcycle, Selleck's thick nine-and-a-half incher let loose with massive volleys of hot studsauce, soaking his jockpouch, the leather seat, and even Spike's boot. Spike was pissed as hell, as he did not give Selleck permission to cum. So Spike called over about a half-dozen other guys, who, at Spike's command, started whacking their fat cocks, all aiming for Selleck's handsome, mustachioed face. Selleck felt his cock throb anew at the sight of all those hot-looking cocks drooling just inches from his face, while, by this time, Vic had inserted in his hand into his ass to the wrist, and, making a tight fist, was now powerfully fisting Selleck's hairy, cum-soaked butt. Each thrust of that big fist to his already-battered prostate made Selleck grind his now-hard again cock against the jizz-soaked bikeseat. It was obvious to all that the guys near Selleck's head were all trying to shoot their cumloads at the same time. Curses, grunts, groans, and moans of raw, masculine sex rang out as the hunks let loose all at once, their throbbing cocks, fisted by their gloved hands, started spewing out jet after sticky jet of thick cum, all over Selleck's manly face, splattering his hair, his shades, his nose, and, of course, that thick blackmustache. Selleck felt Vic's fist withdraw from his tortutred rump, and then Vic called over another bunch of guys (some of who whom knew Selleck as "Jock") and told them they could each have 20 swats apiece at Selleck's flaming rear, using a riding crop he produced, along with thier leather-gloved hands. Selleck yelped, moaned, and pleaded as his sore, furry, manly ass felt both the bite and the sting of the crop, and the powerful, authoritive blows of manly hands. Sensing that Selleck was again getting close to cumming, this time he gave permission and Selleck bellowed like a wounded bull as his thick cock again soaked his cum-soaked jock and the sticky bikeseat. A few moments later, Selleck heard more grunting and moaning behind him, and he then felt the sticky spunk of at least six or so sweaty studs splattering his beefy, glowing, sizzling buns. He felt the hot jizz slither down into his sweaty crack and then felt his raw globes bieng pulled apart again, as the tough jocks jammed their tongues into his furry crack, greedily lapping up the hot spunk they just shot. Soon enough. the cuffs were taken off Selleck's wrists, and Spike and Vic helped him straighten up and helped him pull up his jeans up over his flaming, well-whippedbutt. The guys around then started getting aroused again, as they watched Spike and Vic start licking the dripping jizz from Selleck's handsome, rugged face, their big hands rubbing and squeezing the hefty bulge behind his bulging fly. Selleck glanced at his watch and saw that only an hour had passed.......and the night was still VERY young!! THE END!! Hope you guys enjoyed!!