Date: Mon, 26 Dec 2016 01:27:18 +0000
From: Pud Gunner <pudgunner@hotmail.com>
Subject: "Gods Among Us" by PudGunner

Disclaimer: This story is a complete work of fiction, written solely for
entertainment purposes only. Any similarities to real life people, places
or events are completely coincidental; I am in no way implying the true
sexuality of either Henry Cavill, Luke Evans, Daniel Cudmore, Charlie Cox
nor Kellan Lutz. This story also contains explicit sexual content between
two or more males, so if you find m/m relationships insulting or if it is
illegal in your country to be reading this, please leave. Please don't
re-post this story without my consent, but other than that, sit back, unzip
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'Gods Among Us'
Written by Pud Gunner

The fabled Athenian hero himself was slouched sexily in his makeup chair, a
swathe of pure muscle under the soft yellow glow of the bulbs that lined
the mirror in front of him. Clad only in a loose pair of rough spun burlap
pants, he had one of his thick legs propped unto the glossy counter, his
large hands working at the sinews of his taunt calves to ease the dull ache
that plagued his muscles from a long day of stunt work. He parted his full,
pink lips, sighing with relief. It was helping.

Henry Cavill, of course, was no stranger to such exertion; at twenty eight
years old, he was in excellent shape--the epitome of male fitness. But
portraying the demigod Theseus in the upcoming blockbuster 'Immortals' was
easily the most demanding role of his up and coming acting career. For the
past couple of months, the British hunk had committed himself to countless
hours of an excruciating training schedule in which he was pushed to
physical limits he didn't even know he had. But the actor was committed;
the pressure was on him as leading man to carry the film and to make his
audience believe he was a true-to-life, mythical Greek hero on screen.

'Well, that and to provide some eye-candy.' He thought to himself slyly,
his cobalt blue eyes flicking over his reflection in the mirror. The actor
licked his lips, tasting salt. His thick black locks fell into a damp mop
across his forehead, and Henry's skin shone with sweat, the perspiration
clinging to his flesh in a wet sticky layer. 'Damn, I am one hot mess' He
snatched his waterbottle off the counter, wrapping his lips around the tip
and taking a long swig--almost draining the plastic container dry. It had
been a particularly grueling day today on set, with one of the larger
battle sequences against the Hyperion forces taking up the bulk of the long
twelve hour shoot, and it had left him exhausted.

He leaned back in his chair again as he sucked down his water. Even he had
to admit, although it had been a challenge, he was proud of the results of
his hard work. His eyes roamed over his chiseled torso. His big, bulging
arms were crossed snugly over his tight chest; his two flat slabs of
pectoral meat crunching together in a tight flex. Even after his most
recent waxing, a soft down had already begun growing on his big teats; with
dark hairs swirling around his big pink nipples.

Henry absentmindedly ran his hand down his smooth flat belly, his fingers
twirling into the hairs of the treasure trail that disappeared under the
waistband of his trousers. With his other hand, he casually twirled one of
his nubs between his fingers, enjoy the tingles of pleasure he got from the
sensation. His cock swelled in response.

"Mmm." He hummed, deep in his chest. Henry palmed his growing bulge through
the rough material of his breeches, sighing deeply. It had been far too
long since he had rubbed one out, what with the promotional material, the
photoshoots, the workouts, the interviews--it seemed he rarely had any time
to himself lately. And by this point the Greek hero felt as if his balls
were about to burst if he went on much longer without squirting a big
one. And it suddenly occurred to the Englishman that most, if not all the
cast and crew would had either turned in for the night or left the set
entirely by now. He guessed he must have at least a few minutes to
himself...

Henry quickly began undoing the loose laces of his breeches, opening the
flaps and finally releasing his hardening length, letting it slap heavily
against his abdomen. It was a beautiful piece; nine proud inches of
luscious uncut limey cock, covered in thick blue veins and built like a
club. Henry had lots of experience in giving both men and women a good
plowing with it, but it seemed like eons since he last got his dick
wet. 'Let alone really letting loose for once...'

The last good fuck he could recall was with Charlie Cox on the set of
'Stardust'; the fellow Englishman was incredibly cute, but ultimately
inexperienced with fooling around with other lads at the time. Henry fixed
that up quickly enough; it took a bit of convincing, but Henry's charm and
devilishly good looks eventually won over the other man and before he knew
it he had Charlie down on his knees, cheeks bulging with thick, hot cock
behind his trailer. By the time shooting had ended, Mr. Cox had a guzzled
gallons of Henry's steaming hot cream and certainly lived up to his name
when it came to his cocksucking talent.

Henry lost himself in the memory of the encounters, closing his eyes and
working his fuckstick in tight corkscrewing motions as his mind became
flooded with images of Charlie's pretty lips smeared with his thick, creamy
jizz. Moaning for Henry to feed him his pent-up cockjuice...

"Ooouuu fuck yeah--take my fuckin' load...!" he grunted, squeezing the tip
of his throbbing meat in his big fist. The familiar tingling sensation
welling up in the base of his cock...!

"Mr. Cavill."

The leading man practically leapt three feet from his seat. Heart hammering
in his chest, he hastly bunched his breeches to cover his modesty, hunching
over in his chair before whipping his gaze towards the doorway.

"Sorry to interrupt you, but I'm going to have to ask you to leave." It was
one of the custodian members, peering through the ajar door, mop in
hand. "We're shutting down for the night."

Cavill composed himself, puffing out his chest.

"No, no, my apologies. I should have been showered and changed twenty
minutes ago." Henry said robotically, heat blossoming across his face. He
snatched his water bottle off the counter top, still holding the flaps of
his trousers shut as he shimmied his way past his uninvited guest, more
than a little embarrassed. "Here, I'll get out of your way. I promise I
shouldn't be that much longer." The custodian nodded silently, tugging his
cart behind him into the dressing room.

Henry sighed, exasperated. He should have been more careful--or at least
locked the damn door. The last thing he needed were pictures of him
whipping his junk out all over the web. He glanced down, his still hard
cock tenting obscenely in his breeches. His sheepishly tied the loosened
laces tight over the long, hard ridge that now ran across his hip and
continued into the darkness of the Vancouver sound stage. 'Fuck. Well, I
guess I'd better get showered, or at least find my clothes before I get
caught with my breeches around my ankles again.'

Looking for his dufflebag of belongings, he weaved his way through the
dimly lit sprockets of the various set pieces that occupied the enormous
sound stage. It was a maze of cables, plywood and carts filled with
peppers, screws and sprockets; more an architectural hodge-podge than
anything else. This sometimes made it difficult to navigate the area
without one of the crew members there to point you in the right
direction. Even Henry himself, who was quite familiar with the location as
he had been on set almost every day for the past month, had trouble finding
his way through the technological labyrinth every so often.

'Such as now, for instance.' It was hard to tell whether he was aimlessly
traveling in circles or not; did he pass the recording booths before?
Cavill couldn't tell. Getting more and more irritated as time passed he
began moving at a slight jogging speed, his torso still glistening with
sweat and his glutes bouncing temptingly with every rise and fall of his
toned thighs. Left, right, right, down this corridor, down that one--all
the while, only the quiet humming of unseen air conditioners and the quiet
padding of his bare soles on concrete reaching his ears.

He whipped around the next corner, and the next one, and then suddenly--he
was in heaven.

It was the vast, mountaintop set used for Olympus; homestead of the
gods. It was a brilliantly lit, wondrous courtyard of smooth, shining
marble of varying colors and designs. Large, imposing columns loomed over
the open space, and an intricately carved porcelain fountain was perched
quaintly in the middle, it's usual flow of water quelled after a day of
shooting. Henry stood in awe of the craftsmanship for a moment; taking in
the divine imagery. It was all so expertly designed, he could swear the
fish adorning the fountain were peering at him with their stony
gazes. That, and he had the distinct feeling he was being watched...

"Hey there, Theseus!" A deep, resonating voice chortled just beyond the
fountain. Henry paused, gazing amongst the lifeless columns. A big, stocky
figure emerged from behind one of them; a shit eating grin plastered over
his handsome features. "What're you doing here at this time of night?"

"I, uh--" Henry composed himself, flashing his teeth at the other man as
realization washed over him. "--I could ask you the same thing, Kellan. I
assume your either surveying your newfound kingdom--" Henry paused. "--or
just looking for trouble, haha." Co-star and resident beefcake Kellan Lutz
slowly strode towards him; blond, barrel chested and cocky as all hell,
sizing Henry up. The Englishman could feel that familiar sweet warmth
flooding through his cheeks again. Kellan paused a few feet in front of him
beside the glorious fountain, smirking.

"Bahaha. Buddy, I AM trouble." The blond crooned, winking. "But nah, I'm up
to the same as you; fucking around, exploring a bit before I head out and
hit the sack. But it seems your on my turf now buddy, I'm the Olympian
here, so I ask the questions, haha." Kellan shook with laughter, his cheeks
dimpling. 'Holy fuck he is sexy.' Henry thought, trying not to openly check
out his co-star. It was easy to see what the casting agents saw in the guy
when they hired him; he truly looked like a true-to-life Greek god. Kellan
was still partially clad in his Poseidon costume; all gold leaf and
dazzling, with him dressed only in his legionary skirt and a set of
glimmering gold greaves. His big tree-trunk legs, his tiny waist, his
rock-hard abdominals, and those pecks--huge, bulbous, proud and and topped
with eraser-tipped nubs. Henry could safely say that the American easily
had the best teats in Hollywood.

"Harhar, haha. Don't let your new godhood give you a big head now." Henry
exclaimed, meandering his way towards the fountain. 'That is, if you don't
give me a big head first.' The actor's cock was inflating in record time
from being in the presence of the brawny sex god before him, his already
sizeable lump across his hip pulsing to life again.

'Dammit.' He was still majorly horny from his interrupted beat-off
session. 'If only I could get a piece of that hot-as-fuck beefcake.' He
thought, his mind rolling over various sexually charged scenarios, although
he honestly had no idea if Lutz batted for his team or not. There were
sparse rumors here and there of course--that the twenty six year old actor
was simply parading a slew of beards across his red carpet events while
behind closed doors he was drilling the scrumptious hottie and Twilight
co-star Taylor Lautner in his pliant ass, but over the course of his career
he quickly came to discover that in Hollywood, gaydar didn't mean
much. Especially when it came to actors; you never know who the cockhungry
ones were until they were gagging on your pole at three in the morning. A
scenario that the raven haired hunk was all too familiar with.

"I'll try not to," The American husked, slowly lowering himself until he
sat perched at the edge of the fountain. He sighed pleasantly. "So I'm
assuming you got lost on your way to the dressing room?" He mentioned,
nodding his head towards Cavill's half nakedness. It was Henry's turn to
smirk this time. "Unless your just looking to air things out a bit?"

"Says the guy dressed in the skirt," he retorted, snorting. The American
stuck his tongue out at him. "And yes, you could say that--or you could
simply say I found something I wasn't looking for. This place is
stunning--I haven't been anywhere near the Olympian set before due to my
shooting schedules! Although admittedly,enjoying it with clothes would
certainly be nice." That caused a manly giggle to burst out of Kellan.

"I see no reason why; wish I had some duck-tape for you dude, because you
are ripped!" Lutz joked, slapping his hip at his own jest. "Seriously dude,
I don't think I've ever seen a guy a chiseled as you. Makes me look flabby
in comparison!" Henry grinned, genuinely flattered as the fair haired stud
puffed out his cheeks and gripped his non-existent beer belly.

"Seems you deflated that head of yours a bit too much. You are certainly no
slouch at the gym my friend, haha. " Henry said warmly, flashing his teeth
as he issued out some of his classic British politeness. And it was true;
of the two men, Kellan simply just had more mass and bulk to him, while
Henry was much more lean and lithe, but just as strong.

"Glad my hard work is paying off." Kellan said, yawning. "Damn it's getting
late. I seriously need to stop pulling all nighters between shooting
days--you have a means to get back to your hotel suite?"

"Yeah, I--oh shit!" Henry exclaimed, mentally slapping himself. "I promised
Luke I was gonna split a cab with him tonight back to the hotel! No doubt
he is already long gone by now though..." The Englishman sighed deeply.

"Fuck man, that's a shame." Kellan cussed, frowning as he crossed is beefy
arms. Then his baby blues flickered back up him. "Well hey, I have a
proposition for you. I was just headin' on my way back to my trailer to hit
the showers and do my usual night owl route. I know you have an early shoot
tomorrow, but would you be up for cracking a few beers with me and having a
bit of a guys' night in for once? You look like you could use a little
R&R."

The American subtly, but noticeably spread his meaty thighs as he shuffled
in his seat--and Henry's eyes widened. The actor had a near perfect
bee-line of sight of Kellan's semi-flacid manhood dangling from beneath his
legionary skirt. It was thick, heavy and powerful, just like it's owner;
with a pair of big low-hanging balls nessled just under the shaft. Churning
with hot jock cum.

Henry's mouth felt so dry he had trouble retorting--or maybe it was because
his cock was so wet?

"S-seriously?" Cavill exclaimed. "That--actually sounds heavenly Kel,
truly, you haven't the foggiest how much I wanna join you--but I haven't
even any clothes on me to bring and I need to keep looking for that bloody
duffle--"

"Dude, relax! My trailer is literally parked just beyond the lot outside,
and I'm sure I have something that'll fit you fine. You can pick up your
change of clothes here early tomorrow, buddy. Wandering around this studio
aimlessly at this hour--dosen't help anybody."

Henry considered that for a moment. He hadn't had a nice cold brew in a
long time--plus the opportunity of drinking in the sight of his sexy
co-star at the same time was a pretty attractive thought as well. "Well--in
that case, I think that sounds like a brilliant plan, Kellan! Plus I
haven't had a can of Newcastle in months it seems." The blond snickered at
that as he stood up, his pecks giggling with the movement.

"Well, sad to say I don't think we have THAT brand in the minifridge, but
I'll see what we can find. I hope you like the taste of American." Lutz
said, giving a suspiciously knowing wink at his co-star before making his
way towards the set exit. Henry's cock throbbed in response, spurting a wet
spot of pre-cum like a wet burp.

"...I'm absolutely parched." Henry murmured to himself. Following in
Kellans stead, they both made their way through and past the row of
stunning marble columns, slowly disappearing into the darkness. All the
while Henry attempting to will his boner away, but instead found himself
sizing up the beefcakes' glutes in front of him and trying very hard not to
picture what the blond hunk's pink pucker might taste like--but not too
hard.
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Kellan was right; he did like the taste of American--even if it did lack
the rich, hearty body of what he was expecting to be drinking that
evening. Henry smirked. 'No matter, I've been thirsty for something else
entirely all day now.'

"Ohhh fuck! C'mon stud, get that hot tongue in there, really make me feel
it--" Kellan grunted over his shoulder, all buff, blond and glorious as the
water cascaded down his thick muscled back and down in between his bulbous
glutes. Cavill paused his oral assault on his co-stars luscious hole with a
satisfactory slurp and glanced upward, a grin plastered upon his handsome
features.

"Eager arn't we?" He chortled, giving Lutz's rump a good wet smack before
prying apart the beefcakes ass cheeks to admire his smooth, hairless
asshole. The Englishman was kneeling just behind him on the wet tiled floor
of Kellan's cramped, enclosed shower that was tucked in the back of his
humble trailer; giving his co-star the tongue fucking of his life. 'Safe to
say, this 'guys night' turned out worlds better than expected.' He thought,
licking the flavor of bitter musk off his lips.

"No shit, Sherlock!" Lutz boomed at him, his moist cunt winking at Henry
tantalizingly. "Now, be a good boy and suck on that juicy hole, stud."
Henry swallowed, the monster between his legs throbbing at the notion as he
obeyed the younger man. Wrapping his hand around his already cast iron
cock, he darted back into action; burying his face in between his
companion's ass cheeks and lapping at his ass lips like it was his last
meal as he slowly stroked his own pole like a pro, moaning deeply into the
jock's scrumptious love tunnel.

Henry closed his eyes; letting the warm, silky sensation of Kellan's tight
ring of muscle spazzming around his tongue wash over him as he idly
considered how such a miserable night turned into one of the best scores of
his life. The walk over had been short, but brisk--Lutz was kind enough to
lend him his pristine leather jacket to cover his half-nakedness for the
trek over--although it did little to combat the damp cold of the Vancouver
weather outside. Once they got into his trailer, they made a little small
talk over the promise of beer until before he knew it, Kellan lifted that
legionary skirt and flashed the goods at him before inviting the actor join
him in getting cleaned off in the shower--to save water of course. Although
mulling over it now, they were doing anything but, considering they had
been in here for over a half hour now.

"Mmmm, oh yeah baby! Just like that--fuck, you love the taste of that jock
snatch, don't 'cha?" Kellan husked, one hand gripped around the shower head
as he arched his back, grinding into the ravenous force of Cavill's
talented mouth. Henry hummed in agreement, kneading the other man's ass
cheeks with his big hands as he finally came up for air, smacking his lips.

"You betcha, sexy--here, have a taste for yourself." The Englishman offered
as he rose from his knees, his hulking figure closing in on Kellan. Slowly
turning around, Kellan's eyes drank the sight of his co-star in greedily;
so broad and trim, looking stellar with the steaming hot water spilling
down those hairy teats of his. His balls churned at the sight, the blond's
jaw slacking goofily. With dark locks falling into his cobalt blue eyes,
Caville closed the gap between them and locked his lips with the younger
man--coaxing Kellan to suck hard on his fat tongue, letting the sweet
flavor of his own asshole fill his eager mouth.

Lutz moaned audibly into his lips, his hand cupping the back of the limey's
head and grabbing a fistful of his silky hair. Crushing their mouths
together, Caville's heart leapt at the sensation of Kellan's thick knob
pressing insistently into his hip, jolts of pleasure shooting through his
groin as their cast-iron erections bumped together--slick and slippery from
the water. As Kellan's other hand ghosted over the small of Henry's back,
it eventually rested on one of his firm ass cheeks, giving it a good
squeeze. Henry wapped his own big arms around Kellan's torso, squeezing
them together, the two entangled in a battle for dominance under the
steaming spray of the shower head--lost in their own personal game of
tonsil hockey.

"Fuck buddy, your goddamn ravenous, haha. Just my kind of man." Lutz
sputtered, coming up for air, flashing his teeth at the other man. Henry
trailed his own incisors along his cut jawline, smirking slightly as his
tongue curled around the shell of Kellan's ear. "Jesus dude, I think you
had your tongue halfway up my..."

"Shut up and lift your arms, 'dude'." The leading man boomed, his voice
surprisingly loud as his baritone voice resounded within the confines of
the cramped shower as he gave Kellan's shoulders a set of brisk slaps with
his hands. Caught off guard by the sudden commanding presence of his voice,
Kellan complied, resting his hands on the nape of his neck and lifting his
sinewy arms over his head.

Lutz, usually so cocky and confident, looked surprisingly submissive as he
leaned against the mustard yellow tiles--back arched, round perky ass flush
against the wall, his blond eyelashes flitting against the tide of water as
he looked meekly up at his comrade. His thick arms now lifted to reveal a
gorgeous set of pits, the fine blond hairs speckled with droplets of warm
water. Henry's mouth flooded with saliva at the sight, his pupils blown
wide with desire.

With a renewed hunger for the delectable-looking stud before him, Henry's
mouth found the American's left nipple, taking the firm tip between his
teeth as his free hand massaged the thick log between the blond's legs,
feeling him throb in his palm. Kellan gasped in surprise at the sensation,
leaning into the raven-haired hunk's talented mouth as he rut his hips into
the Englishman's strong grip on his pole. Henry ran his tongue along the
peak of his chest and up the ridge of his bicep, relishing in the
smoothness of his skin before darting his tongue into the the mass of hair
in his armpit. The bitter-sweet nectar that clung to the hair was pure
ecstasy to the Caville as he pressed his lips firmly into the crevice; he
was determined to taste every inch of the sexy actor.

"Am I making you hard, sexy?" Henry murmured between licks after lathering
the jock's pits with saliva, giving Kellan's other nipple a good
tweak. Kellan grunted at that.

"Fuck! Ow. You little--" Kellan began, before Henry sank his teeth into his
collar bone, cutting him off. Kellan groaned deeply, pain and pleasure
shooting through him as Henry twirled the pink quarter-sized nub between
his fingertips. His free hand now gripped his taut balls, giving his
hairless scrotum a healthy tug or two, beaming.

"You talk to much, Kel, y'know that?" Henry chimed, smiling with an
achingly handsomeness that made Lutz weak at the knees. Just the mire glint
of the future Superman's sapphire gaze was enough to make him wanna cum
right there. "You just keep flapping those oh-so-fuckable lips when what
you really need is to dump your load down my throat." Henry growled,
planting kisses down the blond's wet torso, his hands simultaneously
holding the other man steady and feeling him up.

The older man found himself on his knees again, gazing up at the incredible
view of the Adonis' flawless eight inch tool handing just inches from his
silver tongue and juicy lips; Henry saw that his tool had an incredible
girth that rivaled his own--at least as thick around as a good sized
cucumber--with a bulbous purple head that was dripping pre-cum like a
faucet.

"You wanna cum stud? I know you do--where do you wanna blast that hot
load?" Henry teased, taunting Lutz with the question as he glowered at him
with the deep oceans of his eyes, his fingers idly stroking the base of his
pulsing godrod.

"--fuck dude, c'mon, stop being a cunt--" The beefy actor groaned, looking
as flustered as ever as he looked everywhere other than Caville's eyes.

"Please what, mister? Common', don't pout, tell me what you want." Henry
said, biting his lip to suppress a chuckle. Letting his lips brush against
the tip of his engorged meat, the limey's mouth was now ever-so slightly
sticky with the younger man's cock juice. Kellan squinted at the hunk,
whacking the Englishman upside the head with a free hand, laughing. Henry
joined him with a manly giggle.

"What I wanna do is fuck that filthy mouth of yours, dumb ass--" the Adonis
said dryly, speaking deep within his diaphragm. "--but only on the
condition that you plug my hole with that pile-driving prick of yours. I
haven't been fucked good in ages." Kellan murmured, his voice low and
sultry. He slapped his curved shaft against his flat abdomen playfully--a
calling card if Caville ever saw one. Henry considered his offer, humoring
him if even for a moment.

"...how about you lean back baby--" Henry cooed in a sultry voice, his more
serious tone causing Kellan to comply. "Because it seems as if you got
yourself a deal. Now, feed me that all-American dick you sexy fucking
bloke." Henry growled, eyes twinkling with a child-like mischief as he
parted his full pink lips playfully.

That was all the convincing the buff blond before him needed; his co-star
cupped his stubbly chin with his left hand, stroking Henry's jawline almost
tenderly with his thumb as he lined up his pulsing meat with Henry's
luscious lips. Kellan, breathing heavy and low, slid his fat fucker nice
and slow into the other hunk's eagerly awaiting mouth, gazing at Henry's
face attentively as he fed him his meat. Caville's hands glided along the
surface of his companion's tree-trunk thighs, feeling up and down, kneading
his tender flesh as he concentrated hard on keeping his gag reflex at
bay. The sensation of Kellan's manhood filling his mouth was fantastic,
exciting, and erotic as hell--he had missed the unmistakable sensation of
fresh jock cock filling his gullet more than he thought.

"Ouuu--" Kellan sighed deeply, a coo releasing from his pursed lips as his
hefty balls finally came to rest on Henry's chin. His thick cock head
pressed firmly to the back of the other man's silky throat, causing the
Englishman to tense and his eyes to water as he strained to contain the
sheer mass of Kellan's engorged cock enveloped in the wet cavern of his
mouth.

Resting his hands unto the sides of Caville's head, the blond beefcake
began the steady rhythm of easing his tool out of his sweet mouth until
just the head remained in Henry's cocksucking lips, before plunging back in
with a rolling rut of his pelvis. The raven-haired hunk's eyes closed with
concentration, enjoying the tiny rut's of Lutz's hips as he thrust into his
mouth, his tongue exploring every vein, every bump and every ridge of the
jock's delicious dick. He hummed with satisfaction as the delicious, heavy,
musky scent of cock and cum filled his nostrils.

"Hey dude, open up a bit more." Kellan muttered, causing Henry's eyes to
open and meet his own baby blues again. "As much as I'm sure you love
worshiping this donkey dick, I need to get past crusing speed if you wanna
get my rocks off dude." He added sheepishly, scratching the back of his
head.

Henry mentally sighed at the gesture. Cocky bastard. Slacking his jaw a
bit, the stud's hands found the Adonis's bulbous ass cheeks and gripped
them hard, gaining enough leverage to slam his agape throat down unto the
actors massive meat. Kellan groaned loudly at the sudden intrusion, biting
his lower lip sexily as he gripped an handful of Caville's dark locks to
gain the proper leverage to cram his battering ram of a dick into his
co-stars hungry mouth even further, encouraging his already rampant
motions.

The tall, dark and handsome hunk's world was soon consumed by cock; Henry
had to make a severe effort to concentrate on breathing through his nose
and keeping his throat muscles relaxed as Kellan mercilessly beat the back
of his throat with the club-like head of his shaft. The sloppy sounds of
pure, unadulterated face-fucking filled the small confines of the shower
stall--Caville gagging and gurgling every so often around his ripped
comrade's pulsing shaft, saliva now flowing freely down the corners of his
pretty lips.

Lutz, his steely gaze locked unto the sight of his gargantuan rod
disappearing between the older man's full, pouty lips, smirked with a sense
of smug satisfaction at seeing the glorious sight of the renowned English
sex symbol reduced to just another cock sucking slut trying to milk him dry
in the back of his crappy trailer. With his pulse racing, his breathing
hitched and his balls churning, he began to feel waves of pleasure building
in his gut, threatening to bubble up through his esophagus and escaping
through his lips as one all too framiliar sentence...

"I'm gonna cum--" he choked out, the stream of water blurring his vision as
he threw his head back, huffing air through his teeth as Henry doubled his
oral assault at the notion. "--fuck dude, yeah! That's it--don't you dare
fucking stop taking that dick, oh yeah--oh geezus fuck, here it comes...!"
The brawny actor's muscles tensed, his legs quivering as he gave a few
final, pathetic thrusts into the other hunk's open mouth before he
exploded.

The tip of the Twilight star's horse-hung prick burst with the first volley
of cum like hot lava; flooding the raven-haired hunk's mouth with his sweet
n' salty jock cream. Henry moaned, his eyelids heavy as he savored the
sensation of each subsequent spurt pooling over his tongue as he sucked his
brawny co-star off. Kellan, eager to witness the fruits of his labor,
quickly slipped his sticky rod out from between the other man's cummy lips
and began to furiously stroke his cock; a string of curses escaping his
lips as he wrung his twitching shaft in a series of quick, jerky motions
just inches from Caville's open mouth, letting long, sticky ropes of hot
jizz ooze into the limey's open mouth.

"Oh fuck dude, oh fuck dude, ouuuuu--" Kellan cooed with pursed lips, one
final volley of semen painted a white stroke across the Englishman's
stunning face. Henry's eyes burned into Kellans as he purposefully and
expertly ran his tongue along the underside of his throbbing shaft,
catching a few dripping morsels escaping from the American's piss slit
before swallowing his musky batter with one audible gulp. Kellan's dick
throbbed at the sight of the deep recesses of Henry's mouth pooling with
cum, only to disappear as it was all sucked down his hungry gullet like the
filthy fucker he was.

Henry, licking his lips clean of the blonds intense ejaculation, raked his
eyes over the sight of his recovering co-star--Lutz was in quite the state
of post-orgasmic bliss. He was breathing in deeply through his nose, his
brow was furrowed, his bottom lip clamped between his teeth and his
monstrous pecs heaving as he gripped his shower head for support, leaning
against the wall once more. His spent manhood was still rock hard and
standing at attention, weeping a few drops of cum that still bubbled up
from his pent up ball sack.

'Oops, I think I broke the poor lad.' Henry thought to himself, his hulking
presence rising from his kneeling position, using a free hand to brush the
remnants of the blonds seed off of his face. Kellan pryed open his eyes,
his cheeks dimpling as he saw his handiwork smeared across his chizzeled
features.

"...Dude! I mean, fuuuck meee--" Kellan managed to blurt out, still feeling
his nerves tingling from the mind-blowing oral assault that Caville
executed on his cock. Henry huffed, his gaze following his thumb as it
traced the curved and obscenely deep ridge of Lutz's Adonis' belt that ran
across his smooth, flat navel.

"That's the idea, actually." He husked, his eyes once again meeting
Kellan's as he winked at his barrel chested companion, smacking his lips at
the saltiness that still stained his mouth. "Now a deal's a deal
Kel--spread em' for me blondie, and show me that cute arsehole." The
Englishman said, glowering at the brawny man before him seductively as he
idly stroked his neglected manhood back to full hardness.

"Whatever you say, Hen. Just try to be gentle, okay?" He breathed, eyeing
the other man's third leg gleefully. That infamous shit eating grin spread
across the American's face once more as he swiveled around in a singular
slow, rhythmic motion, brushing his big granite ass cheeks against Henry's
huge rod before bracing himself against the wall once more. The cocky jock
then arched his back, making his bulbous backside perk up and out as his
big hands gripped his pale ass cheeks and pryed them apart; presenting his
succulent jock snatch for his co-stars viewing pleasure.

The Englishman groaned deep in his chest at the erotic sight, roughly
grabbing one of Kellans bulbous ass cheeks and pulling the stud's big hips
closer to his own. Extending his thumbs to part his glutes and spitting a
glob of saliva into his free hand, the lithe stud coated his throbbing pole
with the clear fluid expertly--his manhood now thoroughly lubricated. The
wide eyed Adonis peered over his shoulder, his features a mixture of desire
and curiosity as the older man lined up his cast-iron cock with his
luscious asshole--causing the American's juicy snatch to twitch wildly
under his touch.

"God, look at you. Your already so fucking loose for me..." The ripped stud
husked, slipping the mushroom head of his cock past the blond's tight ring
of muscle with an audible pop--only to let his dick plop out of the jock's
cum chute again. Henry grinned, teasing Lutz's silky anus by edging the tip
of his meat in and out of his rump--Kellan grunting at the sudden
intrusion, arching his back obediently, only to end up whining once he felt
a vacancy in his jock hole once more.

But the Englishman couldn't keep this game going much longer though; even
the briefest sensation of feeling the Twilight hunk's love tunnel eagerly
sucking in the tip his juicy cock sent shivers running up his rippled
torso, and only made him want to pile drive the brawny actor even
more. 'And I'm going to nut nice and deep in that gorgeous arse tonight.'

Using his fingers to guide his prize-winning cock, with one long, sure
stroke, Caville rammed his fuckstick deep into Kellan's slutty rectum--all
the way to the hilt. Finally breaching his comdrade's perfect rump, Henry
let his hefty balls settle against the blonds own low hanging pair nice and
snugly. The jock let out a high pitched coo at the action, throwing his
head back with a sparkling spray of water and golden locks, his fingers
curling against the tiles at the sensation of the limey's girth finally
stretching out his cunt to it's full capacity, just like he wanted.

"OH FUCK. Fuck man, fuuuck--" Lutz cursed with a low resonance, wincing a
bit with every minuscule movement of the limey's powerful hips. Henry's
hands roamed over Kellan's rounded, hard physique--relishing in the feeling
of finally sheathing his prick deep inside of the younger man. With one
hand, Caville slithered between Kellan's tree-trunk thighs to feel his own
beer-can of a cock, whilst the other traced the shape of his washboard
abdominals--feeling his muscles tense and release every time he flexed his
engorged manhood, making the younger shudder at the overpowering sensation.

"Yeah, that's it, you sexy bloke...nice and easy." The actor said, kneading
the Adonis' big glutes, encouraging him to relax. Content that the blond
was ready and more than willing for more, Henry began to gently rutt his
hips in a set of slow strokes, gripping the younger man's trim waist in his
big hands as he allowed his pelvis to kiss against the two beautiful globes
of an ass that were splayed before him.

"Ouuu yeah Hen. Yeah, yeah, fuck that ass. C'mon, give me more." Lutz said
whilst adjusting to Henry's size, but still having that same sneer on his
lips despite himself. Gripping the shower head once more, he braced himself
against Henry's thrusts. The Englishman's cobalt blue eyes eyed him
carefully.

"You sure?" He questioned, a bit skeptical.

"Yeah, go on, I can take it!" The man beneath him challenged, throwing an
irritated glance over his shoulder. "Don't flatter yourself du--Jesus,
fuck! That cock--Y-your talking to a guy who got ripped a new asshole by
Daniel Cudmore before. My sweet ass was a gaping mess for weeks after that,
haha." Lutz admitted, reflecting back to the feeling of the sheer mass of
the 6'6 Canadian on top of him as the colossus power-fucked him into his
hotel bed. Henry considered this for a moment, holding back a smirk.

"...Well, don't say you didn't ask for it."

And with that, the leading man stood steadfast behind the hunk, planting
his big feet as firmly unto the wet floor as he could manage before
beginning to fuck the American with considerably more gusto this time
around. Biting his lip with the effort, Henry finally allowed himself to
become lost in the feeling of the jock's silky walls enveloping around his
buggering bat, his granite ass cheeks dimpling with the effort of
positioning his rod into the other man.

"FUCK! Oh fuck dude, oh fuck, oh fuck--" Kellan uttered in a hoarse voice,
uttering his own personal sexual mantra, cursing in time with every rut
against his swollen prostate. "--fuck, fuck! Yeah, that's it you big
fucking stud. Right there. Now your fucking me right."

"Oh yeah? You like that big fucking cock in that juicy cunt of yours? Want
me to make that tight hole into a slutty pussy?" Caville retorted, the
veins in his flexing biceps popping as his grip tightened on Kellan. His
ocean eyes were glued to the incredible view of his fat dong disappearing
into the sexy cockhound's hungry hole; one moment his jet-black pubes being
flush with his gargantuan ass-cheeks, the next watching his comrade's ass
lips desperately clinging his retreating member as he pulled almost
completely out of his wet cavern.

"Oh yeah baby! Own that ass. Show me how you use that monster cock." The
hunky slut challenged, his hole now relaxed completely against the
unstoppable tide of juicy dick that Henry was providing. Lutz began to meet
Cavill's hard, sure rhythm, rotating his hips up and against the other
man's crotch to meet his fat dick to create a continuous motion--a curt,
wet slapping motion soon joining the sounds of sex in the shower as the two
horny hunks slammed against each other in unison.

"Gods, look at you, your taking my dick so well--you love getting that
cocky arse of yours filled with dick, don't you? Your so hungry for it. I
bet you'd like to get fucked like this every day, wouldn't you?" The
Englishman snarled, wrapping a sinewy bicep around the cockhound's throat
and tugging him upward, his big musclar back now crushed against the
limey's furry chest as he continued to pound his co-star nice and hard.

"Y-yeah, yeah, yeah--give it to me sexy--god damn you fuck ass GOOD!" Lutz
growled, his gaze meeting the future Superman's as he stood his ground,
craning his head back to view for himself the drilling the other man was
giving his pink pucker. Panting with the effort of keeping steady against
the leading man's aggressive sexual assault on his hole, Kellan balanced
percariously on his tip toes, his grapefruit sized calves tense with the
effort of meeting the impressive strength coming up against him again and
again.

"Ughh--ohh god. Oh FUUUCK." Caville gasped, waves upon waves of pleasure
running through his flesh like an electrical current, causing his
abdominals to crunch and his jaw to slack with shock. His breath hitched as
he felt his orgasm coming upon him--albiet sooner than he would have
liked--but there was no stopping the legendary feeling of his new and
insataiable boy-toy milking his godrod with all the percision of a
tripple-A cockslut. He was going to cum, and Kellan could sense it.

"GODDAMMIT! FUCK--oh buddy--oh buddy--" Kellan sang in his own high
chortle. "Do it man, fuckin' unload in my hole. I wanna see how you Brits
breed an ass."

"Oh bloody-fuckin' SHITE! You want that hot cum, slut?" Caville roared, his
fat cock expanding to an impossible girth as he rammed his co-star as deep
as he could. Lutz felt as if he was about to split in half, his cherry lips
forming an 'o' shape as he spat against the sizzling spray of the
shower-head.

"DRENCH MY FUCKIN' CUNT DUDE!" The blond encouraged, clamping his sphincter
muscles expertly around the other man's gorgeous rod. Henry's gaze burned
into the back of Kellan's head as he gave him three hard, final thrusts.

Henry came--hard. Bottoming out in his co-stars asshole, he stopped dead in
his rhythm of thrusting, letting his meat spew forth a rush of warm, gooey
spunk--a good five or six spurts flooding the blond jock's fuck chute in
white cream. The feeling of his own warm man batter pooling around his
twitching prick, planted firmly up the beefy hunk's sexy rump, was
intoxicating. The leading man let out one long, big sigh, water running
down his handsome features as he unloaded into mister Lutz.

Kellan began to chuckle, deep in his throat, composing himself as he stood
up straight. His joints stiff popped as he let his comrade's slimy sausage
slip out of his hole with a slick squish, a small dribble of cum releasing
from his well-used hole. The raven-haired actor took a step back, leaning
his massive frame against the opposing tiled wall as he wrapped a fist
around his soaked manhood, massaging his cock gingerly. He eyed Kellan's
now gaping hole, prolapsed, irritated and oozing copious amounts of his
potent seed. That may be the most glorious sight I have ever seen. He
thought.

"...great, now I have to think up an excuse to tell my agent. He's gonna be
wondering why I won't be able to sit down properly for the next week week
or so." the American said dryly, his fingers slowly probing the fucked-open
gash that used to be his tight, pink pucker. After exploring for a few
seconds, he slowly unsheathed his fingers--now thoroughly white and sticky
with cum--and brought them to his lips, where he greedily sucked Henry's
hot jizz off of his fat digits.

"Ah well, at least you'll have a spring in your step and a buttload of
limey cum up that hot rectum of yours for the next week as well." Henry
chortled, grinning slyly at the other man. Lutz stuck his tongue out at
him.

"Your a real bastard Caville, you know that?" The blond god retorted, his
cocky demeanor returning with full force as he strutted up to the actor,
his chin up and his scrumptious pectorals puffed out for all to see--even
though the Englishman stood just as impressively before him, a cool
confidence about him (as well few inches in height over the brawny
hottie). Caville smirked at the jock's aura of superiority.

"I'm the bastard?" He asked, looking as appalled as he could manage."Your
the dirty fucker who tried to tempt me with the promise of beer--all I was
expecting was a cold brew with a sexy bloke!"

"Cold brew? Hardly buddy, haha. All I needed was this--" Kellan spread his
meaty thighs, swiveling his hips and allowing his now flaccid cock to
helicopter in an outlandish fashion. "--and a little bit of incentive to
get you gagging on this dick!" he boasted, crossing his arms and unleashing
a big, booming laugh.

"Don't push your luck, Lutz." The raven-haired stud warned. "Or else I may
have to rip you a new one again." Kellan's sneer quickly died, as he eyed
up not only the taunt slab of muscle that was Henry Caville, standing in
all his wet, gleaming and naked glory in the shower with him--but also the
monster that had just previously destroyed his slutty snatch dangling
between his legs, still pulsing from the feverish fuck-session it had just
endured.

"Yes sir." Kellan soothed, grabbed the nearest towel and wrapping it humbly
around his trim
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Author's Notes: Wow! First post ever on Nifty, haha. I finally managed to
get around to finishing this mini-novella of an erotica--took WAY longer to
write than expected, and turned out much 'wordier' than I may have liked,
but here it is. I recent popped in 'Immortals' again and reminded myself
why I bought the movie on DVD in the first place; the sweet-ass eye candy
of course! Henry Caville is such a dreamy lead, and it's safe to say I
would pay good money to have mister Lutz sit that fine ass on my face!



Although the movie is older, I thought it deserved to get some steamy
fiction written about it. I've always been facinated by Greek mythology,
and combine that with some clean visuals, good action and some sexy guys,
and it was just right up my alley!



Hopefully from here on out I shall be a bit more prolific with my writing;
I'm planning a few more one-shots like this AND more consecuative
long-running series featuring other celebrties in the (hopefully) near
future. I'm thinking of borowing some fuckable boys from various
franchises--ever hear of The Avengers? How about Game Of Thrones?
Haha. Either way, stay tuned readers, and send me any feedback you ever so
desire! I like hearing about what details finally sent you over the edge,
hehe. Until next time dudes!



*Please send any comments/criticisms to pudgunner@hotmail.com