Date: Sun, 15 Sep 2002 22:00:52 -0700 (PDT)
From: Info Calypse <alpha_male@pridepost.com>
Subject: Bang On -(Part 2)-

Disclaimer: All acts below are fictional, and any celebrity figures
contained wherein are of unknown sexualities, and are used in a strictly
fictional and for adults only manner.  If sexual acts between males offend,
please refrain from reading further.

Bang On
Part 2: The Taming of the Screw

<I'm starting RIGHT where the other left off, so read the other for backstory..>

	"Hi.  I was wondering what was taking Bill so damn long, then I noticed
you were gone too."
	"Well..." Goldberg starts.
	"Lock the door next time, eh?"  Willis grunts, taking a big swig of a
beer he stole from the bar.  With that, he turns to the door and shows how it
won't open now, grinning.
	"I was thinking, maybe I could have some fun with you too.  The movie is a
bit on the bad side."  Willis says with a grimace.  Kimmel and Cain are still on
the couch admiring some rather graphic anal sex on the Spectra, laughing and
pointing at all the amusing attempts at acting by the well hung man and the girl
with obvious hair-extensions.
	"What you have in mind, Bruce?"  Fred says, standing up, grabbing some
Listerine from the sink to gargle.
	"Heh.. well Goldberg looks spent, I think maybe you and me could go ahead
and try something out while he recooperates."  Willis smirks as he finishes his
Moosehead.  Fred spits, and looks Willis up and down.  A well built man, firm
everything, on a form just a hair's bredth shorter than Durst.  Big rounded arms
lead to big hairy hands. Willis notices the look, and takes his time removing his
shirt, exposing his nice abs, and his hairy pecs.  Willis grins at the other
balding man, scratching his head absently with one hand, as he unbuckled his belt
with the other.  Fred is sporting his ten-inch hard-on at full mast, and is
struggling not to walk over and get those damn jeans, so tight and full, off the
action-hero.  Willis finally removes the belt, drawing his hands ever so slowly
apart, pulling the buttons on his fly down one by one; Fred bites his lip.  Willis
looks up at Durst, smirking at the tension in the singer.  Willis wants to draw
this out as far as he can, pushing Fred to make the first move; to break Fred's
will.  Willis does his best to dance a bit, gyrating slowly as his hands moved all
over his own well muscled frame.  Willis tweaks at his nipples, the small round
protrusions growing hard as Fred's enraged cock.  Willis slowly let his hands move
downward, goosebumps rising on his hairy chest, then on the thick patch down his
abs to his pants.  Willis keeps his eyes on Durst the whole time, admiring the man
he couldn't help but eye ball earlier, dropping his pants and pissing with the
door wide open.  Willis is getting Durst back for teasing him so badly earlier.
	"Fred, you gunna be okay?"  Goldberg laughs from the thrown, having thrown
off the towel, as he was actually enjoying Willis' little show.  After a brief
hesitation, Bruce moves his hands down to the taut jeans, cupping his balls,
stroking his throbbing hard-on through the material.  Fred continued to hold the
sink, refusing to budge, to ease his itching member.  Goldberg just keeps slapping
away at his own thick cock, unable to guess which will crack first.Fred finally
lost his patience and walked over to Willis, pushing the actor against the door.
Fred jammed his tongue into the man's mouth, and Bruce responded in the like.  Lips
and tongues force entry, biting and heavy breathing ensues.  Fred pins Willis
against the door with all of his strength, getting what he wants after all the
teasing, from Bruce and Bill both.  Goldberg is getting quite a sight, pumping his
quickly recoiling cock slowly as Fred puts one forearm to Willis' breastbone and
forces his jeans down with the other.
	"I want you."  Fred hisses in Willis' ear, as his pants hit the floor.
Bruce is wearing a pair of tight red bikini briefs, stretched to detonation by
his nine-inch throbber, pulsing above two huge nuts.
	"What do you want me to do about it?"  Bruce hisses back, with a smirk and
a shove.  Willis, free of the wall, kicks off his jeans, and releases his trapped
cock.  Fred grabs some lube from a drawer hanging under the sink and tosses it at
Willis, who catches it and grins.  "Well, bend over then."  Willis jokes,
slathering his penis with the clear liquid from the bottle.  Goldberg still pumping
away by the far wall, grunting and pushing at his own asshole with his other hand.
	"Get to it."  Goldberg grunts, demanding his show continue.  Fred grins,
and catches the bottle back from Bruce, pushing in some of the juice with two
fingers, his ass facing Goldberg.
	"Turn around a bit, if he wants to watch."  Willis says, slapping Fred's
ass and plowing his whole cock in with no warning.
	"FUCK!"  Fred yells, his head turned around in surprise to the actor.  At
this Goldberg laughs and Willis puts a finger over his mouth.  Both men hold back
further outbursts, as two other men are just outside the bathroom.
	Willis starts again, pulling his entire cock out before slamming it back
up to the hilt and then repeating the process.  Fred's face is a grimace at first,
but as he got pumped his face relaxes and he starts groaning.  Willis slaps Fred's
ass, and Fred pushes back with the invasion, trying to get in as much as possible.
	"Hell yeah, man... Hell, yeah.."  Fred groans, his hands, holding against
the assault, on the ground.  Willis leans forward, pumping Fred's throbbing cock
with his left, as he pulled on Fred's big round balls with the other.  Goldberg
can do nothing but watch, but watch he does with quite some interest.
	"Fuck... heh... heh.. fuck..."  Willis grunts deeply, slapping Fred's ass
and returning it back to the blood-filled stick of the singer.
	"Hell yeah, man... fuck me.. do it... fuck..."  Fred groans, pushing the
other celebrity off of him with his thick back.  Willis got the idea, and stopped
pleasing Durst's cock and worked harder at pounding his ass, driving his cock in
and pulling it out with much more furiousity.  Slamming his balls into Durst's,
taking every muscle to its max.
	Goldberg could no long content himself with watching.  The men joined in
raw heat, grunting and moving in unison, with Willis leading, but Durst pushing him
farther, faster, harder.  Goldberg's cock couldn't take being so close to the
action.  He gets up and lifts Fred, shoving his cock into the face of the groaning
bottom, as he engulfed the singer's cock in his thick lips.  Fred's balls brushing
up and down Goldberg's brow, furrowed as he groans, his mouth unable to complete
the thought, so full of rocker meat.
	Goldberg struggles for breath, his chest being assaulted by the thick beer
induced gut of Durst, which is rocking to the malicious thrusting of Bruce Willis.
Endless streams of sweat fall from Willis and Durst, covering Bill Goldberg in
their scent.
	"Uhh.uhh.uhhh.uh.uhh.fuck.." Durst manages to emit around Bill's reddened
rod, growing louder with each hit.  Durst can hardly contain Bruce's prick, as if
Bruce would just plow clean through him if not for what little resistance Fred can
hope to hold out.
	"YEah..take it..fuck..fuck..yeah.." Bruce grunts, slapping Durst between
the beats.
	"MMmmm..." Is all that Goldberg can get out, as Fred finally lets go.  The
musicians balls rising above his face, pendular in motion, hypnotizing.  Fred's
muscles tense, and his cock pulses forth into the wrestler's wanting throat.  Gulp
after mouthwatering gulp of Fred Durst's juice shoot unrelentless over Goldberg's
tongue and into his stomach.
	"UUUHHHhhhhhh...ye-e-e-ahhhh.."  Fred yells as his come flows down Bill's
face, covering his goatee with the creamy juice.  With the warm liquid filling a
void missing in the wrestler's diet, he can hardly hold out until Fred's head stops
shooting before falling over the edge himself.
	"F-uuuck.."  Goldberg grunts in a low bass, as his balls tighten between his
legs, which are attempting to help hold Fred against Willis' power-fucking.
	"Do it man.. I wanna see both of you fucking blow.."  Willis yells,
slapping Fred's ass just as Bill's legs buck forward into Fred's open mouth.  The
second time trying to out do the first, Goldberg's giant prod pulses forth a giant
stream.  The appetizer not filling Fred's thick frame, he swallows as much of the
wad as possible, but soon gags on the cream.  A stream of jizz flows down Fred's
thick lips and past his own goatee on to Bill's perfectly sculpted legs and trimmed
bush of dark pubes, some landing on Bill's swinging nuts, running down the
wrestler's hairy perineum and down to his fuzzy asscrack landing on the black tiles
below.
	Willis continues, refusing to let up on his fast pace.  Bill's ass rubbing
raw on the smooth tiles, smearing come and sweat on the penthouse bathroom's floor.
Fred continues to absently suck on Goldberg's deflating cock, deriving pleasure
from feeling the warm appendage against the roof of his mouth.  Goldberg lets go
of Durst's cock, still dripping juice on the wrestler's broad chest, putting his
concentration on Willis' loose hanging nuts.  Goldberg pulls and yanks on the hairy
beanbag.
	"Fuck..fuck.fuck..uhh..yeah..fuck.."  Willis grunts, bending back, slapping
Fred's ass, while accentuating the satisfying pain drawn from Bill's rough grabs
at his sensitive sack.  Yet, this marked his downfall.
	"Fuck..fuck...yeah..your fucking ass is so... fuck.."  Willis grunted, his
pounding getting faster, more erratic, as will gave out to animal lust.  Bruce
needs to come.  With one last blast from his tightly bound glutes, Willis shot
his load.
	"Fuck!!"  Bruce yells, a low guttural noise from deep inside, something
that has been held back for too damn long.  His euphoria accentuated by the uneffed
tug of Goldberg's sweaty mitts, Bruce emptyed ounce after ounce of his man-juice
up Fred's sweaty, hairy ass.  Durst's tight hole filling to burst with the white
liquid.
	With that Bruce, slapping Durst's ass, pulls back, letting the contents
of Fred's ass empty on the unsuspecting wrestler.  Goldberg devours as much of
the come as Durst's ass would allow, as Fred falls forward, exhausted, on to Bill's
waiting legs.  Bruce grabs a cigar from his case, which he kept in his
backpocket.  He hands one to Goldberg, covered in sticky fluid, and to Durst, who
manages to sit up against the mirror.
	"Now that is partying."  Fred grunts as Willis lights his cigar for him,
off of his own. Willis grins as he puffs, and sits next to his exhausted
compatriot.
	"Goldberg, you got a little something here."  Willis jokes, pointing at his
own nose.  Goldberg chuckles, and gives Willis the finger.  "No, not for a minute."
Willis grunts, smirking around the cigar, wiping some come off of his bushy leg and
on to Durst's hairy stomach.
	"Hey, you can't come out of this clean, fucker."  Durst says, putting his
hands between his splayed legs and rubbing some of Willis' own juice on the actor's
thinnly trimmed scalp. Willis grunts, putting Durst in a headlock, which gets
Goldberg involved, demanding Bruce to do it right.  Goldberg putting some moves
on both men, then letting them copy on eachother.
	"We've been in here a while, dudes."  Fred mentions as Goldberg puts Bruce
into a Boston Crab.  Goldberg helps the star up, and they both look a bit worried.
Reputation matters in this world, one false move and the Enquirer will have three
men on the cover.
	"All right... uh.. Bill you are the dirtiest, so how abouts you take a
shower, really quick."  Bruce starts.
	"Yeah, that can be your cover.  Then me and Bruce... uhh.."
	"Puking."  Bill grunts, walking over to the giant shower situated behind
a thin glass door; four heads pointing every which way.
	"Good one.  I had to, then you barged in too, you were just in here taking
a fucking shower.  Rock, bros."  Fred says, putting some of the water from the
shower in his balding hairline, and splashing some on Bruce's dome.  Goldberg hits
the shower, and Fred emerges first.
	The television is still going, but neither of the other men are there.  The
singer looks around the room and finally sees them in the hot tub, drinking.  Fred
pulls up his boxer briefs, grabs a beer from the bar and heads outside.
	"Hey dude, where were you?"  Dean Cain says, sitting in the six-person tub
in nothing but a gold chain and his boxers, blue with sharks on them.
	"Too much, man."  Fred says, pointing at his left hand.  He shrugs and
drinks a big gulp with a grin.  Dean laughs and toasts him, finishing his own
beverage.
	"Oh, there's Bruce."  Kimmel says, drinking the rest of his lager and
pointing at the man on the couch, who turns around and waves.  The two in the tub
wave Bruce over, who strips out of his shirt and jeans and leaves his bikini's.
All four sit in the pool after Durst switches it to full blast, finding a radio
within the panel of buttons, putting on some death metal.
	"You write this?"  Jimmy jokes.  Durst responds by slugging him in the arm,
and they all laugh.  Goldberg walks out naked.

To be Continued....

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	Hope this is exactly what you guys wanted, I got some emails so I tried to
oblige.  Danken for the input.
	Infocalypse