Date: Fri, 11 Jun 2004 05:46:43 -0700 (PDT)
From: John Kraemer <storyedit@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Boy From Oz chapter two: Hugh's Biggest Fan

Disclaimer: this is an adult male/male fan fiction. If you are not old

Enough to read this story, or this is illegal in your area do not read
this, I know it's hard, but don't. OK? Thanks.

Note: I am in no way affiliated with Hugh Jackman, his wife Deborra or The
Boy from Oz. This story is completely fictional, or at least to my
knowledge, and this is not meant to reflect on Hugh Jackman in any way,
shape, or form, and I hope you enjoy it!

Another Note: In my last story, all of Hugh's dialogue was written in his
accent, but as this one is told from his perspective, I'll keep the
Australian accent only when he talks, cause I don't want to spend hours
re-writing this story with a scribed accent.

My Biggest Fan

	"Good god. That blasted alam. What time is it? Glory, its seven
theaty. What do I ave to do today? Ah Right! The tonys!" All I could do was
wonder what on earth had happened last night. I sat up and reached for my
towel. I took one step towards the shower, and I felt sore. And then I
remembered a beautiful tanned body, and a gorgeous face. And just then the
phone rang. "G'day?" I heard silence on the other end until a stuttering
voice tried to say good morning. All I could do was smile. "Hallo
sweetart." Then a sudden sigh, and
	"Hey. How ya feelin?" I lied down on the bed, and said,
	"Sore as all get aut. You sure gave me a wark aut lahst naight. And
I've neva felt betta."
	"Glad to hear it. Hey, I just wanted to say thanks for lending me
some clothes last night." I couldn't help but smile at his voice. His voice
just made me think of his tight leather pants, and black button down shirt.
	"No worries. Hey, I feel sawrta bad about rippin your shert. Maybe
I could buy ya a new one some tayme." I heard a giggle on the other end of
the phone. I told him he should come over and bring my clothes back, so I
gave him my address and weird enough he lived in the same building as
me. He said he'd be up in a few minutes, and I couldn't wait to see him
again. I started looking around my apartment for his pants when I
remembered, I'd left them at the theater... I smiled as I realized that
just meant that he had to come over to the theater again...I got hard just
thinking about the next night, but then I realized I couldn't very well
have him come over with me with a raging hard on in my boxer-briefs. So I
put on a pair of jeans and walked over towards the kitchen. I walked past a
mirror, and I looked over my reflection. "I look damn good." I messed up my
hair a bit and put some water on for tea. I remembered in the nick of time
to write Deborra a note. "Deborra, darlin'. I'm planning on having a
visitor over today for a little bit, and we might end up shutting the
drapes... so if you hear anything, just let us be alright? Thanks. You're
favorite fake husband, Hugh." As soon as I slipped the note underneath the
door, I heard him nock on the door. I went over to the door, and I opened
it. He looked up and said,
	"Hey. You uh...hi."  A smile creased his face, and his eyes
flashed, and his dimples were so sexy. Then I noticed, he was still wearing
my clothes!
	"What the bloody hell are you doin? Why on eath..." Just then the
kettle started screaming. "Well come on in." After offering him some tea,
we sat down at the kitchen table, and we started talking. Sooner or later,
I got around to asking him how he was going to give me my clothes back,
when he was still wearing them.
	"Oh. Right!" He stood up and he took my shirt off of his back. This
was really the first time I'd gotten a good look at his body. His chest was
wide and strong, his nipples were hard and round. My gaze moved down to his
perfect stomach. He had a six pack that could make anyone drool. He was
sagging my jeans, and I could see the cut muscle of his torso moving down
into the top of his jeans. I saw he wasn't wearing any underwear and I was
rearing to go. He was using the exact same moves that I had the night
before, and I was loving every minute of it. I started grinning, and I said
in my sexiest voice,
	"Ya know, I dunno if you should be doin this in hea, I mean my room
is a lot more, uh secluded. Whadda say dahlin?" He looked excited, but at
the same time, kind of puzzled.
	"Is your wife home? I mean, aren't you married." All I could do was
giggle.
	"Yeh, she's hoam, and yeh, she's me waife, but, uh, she and her
garlfriend are in her room."  He just smiled and asked where my room was. I
walked behind him, and put my hands in his back pockets. His ass was firm,
and dimpled. I directed him down the hall to my room, and while I was
walking I leaned forward and started nibbling his neck. I pushed him up
against the wall and kissed his chin. It was hard and rough because it was
covered in dark brown stubble. I pinched his nipples and kissed my way down
towards that little indentation below his Adams apple. He was breathing
heavily now, and I could feel his chest heaving underneath me. He put his
arms up above his head, so he could hold on to the edge of the doorframe. I
licked down past his collarbone, and started sucking my way across his
chest over to his armpit. He still smelled from the night before. He took a
shower with me, but we did a bit so we could smell some more. It was harsh
and ripe and beautiful. I couldn't help but love the manly scent and taste
I was experiencing. The experience was made all the more intense by the
feeling of the hair beneath my tongue. I kept swirling my tongue up and
down, drawing moans from Sean. I loved hearing his voice, and knowing that
I was making it happen.
	"Hugh, oh god Hugh! I want to suck your fucking cock so bad. Lets
get into your bed. Please? Oh god! I need you in my mouth right now! Please
baby." It was hard for me to stop licking him. I lifted him off of his
feet, and he wrapped his legs around my waist. I grinded into him a bit,
and I bit my lip.
	"Sure thing sweetart." I looked into his eyes, and at his skewed
brown hair. I ground in a little bit more and plunged my tongue into his
mouth. His mouth was warm and moist, and his tongue darted in and out of my
mouth and around my tongue. I felt his hands move down my sides, and around
to my ass. His hands managed to slide under my jeans, and under my boxer
briefs, and he stroked my hole with his finger. My ass tensed up and Sean
pulled his tongue out of my mouth and said,
	"I can't wait to feel my cock in your ass again." With that one
small sentence, I nibbled at his chin a little more, and I picked him up
off of the wall, walked through the door of my room, and I carried him over
to my four-poster bed, and threw him down.
	"Now don't you move an inch, sweetart." I walked over to the door,
closed it and locked it. As I walked over to the bed, Sean sat up and
started licking his lips. "Ang on a moment, baby. It's my turn to play. I
pushed him back down on the bed, and I loved feeling his smooth sculpted
skin, underneath my calloused hand. I moved to the foot of the bed, and I
started kissing and sucking his toes, then I started licking his feet. I
moved up his legs. I slid my hand up his jeans, and massaged his legs. I
kissed my way up his legs, until I was up at his crotch. I nuzzled my nose
in his crotch, and bit through the denim. He shuddered underneath me. I
moved my way up and swirled my tongue in his belly button. I kissed and
sucked and licked at it. I kissed my way down back to his jeans. I grabbed
the button with my teeth. I love taking off pants like that. I looked up at
him, and there was the biggest look of longing in his eyes, so I unzipped
his pants, and I loved that he wasn't wearing any underwear, so I nibbled
away at the head of his dick. That was when I got up off of him and
finished taking off his pants, and then I took off my pants. I moved over
to the bed. And I laid down beside him. I stroked his chest, and moved my
leg up over his stomach. I moved into towards his ear and whispered, "I
can't wait to feel them lips around my dick." I bit at his earlobe and he
smiled at me and said,
	"I can't wait to be there." He giggled and stroked my chest. The
hair stood on end as he gently stroked and rubbed me. He sat up, and
trailed his finger down my chest, and my abs, and down my treasure
trail. The way he stared at me was so hot; I just wanted to slam his face
down on my cock. Instead I just reached up and fondled his ear. He closed
his eyes and a slight smile crossed his face. I moved my way down to his
piercing, and twirled it in his ear. He opened his eyes, and moved down on
my piece. I couldn't help but gasp. The combination of his hand on my
balls, and his tongue flicking over my piss slit brought me inches away
from shooting a hot sticky wad down his throat. I held back though. My
mouth started to open, and my face started to scrunch. I started to buck
while his tongue swirled around my shaft, and he bit down on my piece. It
brought me down from my orgasm, and I gave one final buck, and he started
to cough. And it was so adorable, so I pushed him up off of me, and said I
had a surprise. I pulled him to the edge of the bed, and I spit on his
hole, and I licked it, and spit on it again. My cock was wet, and ready to
go.
	"Ya think you're ready for me sweetart?" I learned to ask after
many a fuck, because most aren't ready for it. He had a glint in his eye
and his eyes sparkled as he said,
	"Give it to me! I want you inside of me. Now." I started gently. I
just pushed in a bit of the head. He was so tight, it was hard to get it
in, but I had some equipment on hand. I move over to my nightstand and
pulled out a bottle of KY Jelly, and lubed myself up. Then, feeling really
confident of myself I thrust all of me, all of my 9 inches, into him all at
once. He screamed in pain, and his ass convulsed. It squeezed my cock so
tight I started to pull out, and push in, slowly, and then, faster, then
faster.  I was an inch away from putting my boy juice in his ass, so I
pulled out of his ass and I jacked off onto his stomach. When I was done, I
licked up all of my cum, and kissed him as hard as I could. As I pulled
away, I saw a bit of cum hanging off of his lips. He licked it away, and
begged,
	"Just suck my cock. Just suck my fucking cock." I couldn't help but
grin as I went down on him. He lost control really quickly, and I felt his
cum shoot down my throat. I collapsed down on top of him and kissed him one
last time. He said that he was tired , and I said that there'd be nothing
better than him falling asleep in my arms. I felt him snuggle up against
me, and I could feel my cock in his ass crack, and all I could do, was
reach around and hold him to me. And the two of us fell asleep, laying
there at twelve in the afternoon. It was one of the best fucks of my
life. I knew he was my biggest fan.