Date: Mon, 2 Jun 2003 00:11:48 EDT
From: SLIPMAHONEY57@aol.com
Subject: "Hogan's Hero" (celebrity)
OFFICIAL DISCLAIMER: This story is TOTAL FICTION, and is NOT to imply
ANYTHING of the sexuality of the late tv actor Bob Crane. Unzip, read, and enjoy!! I
dedicate this story to my good friend, Mike........Mike, enjoy, man!!
(Hollywood, Ca., !967) On television, to
millions of viewers, Bob Crane was known as the suave, daring, handsome WW2 Air
Force colonel who, with the help of his friends, was determined to spell doom
to the Nazis from within thier POW camp in Germany. On and off camera, Bob
was known as an ever-horny womanizer who always had pussy on the brain. He was
famous for his orgies and he was well-known in countless strip joints. He often
made home movies of his wild and kinky escapades. All these orgies had been
exlusively 100 per cent heterosexual. Until he met Mike.
Bob met Mike through an aquaintence, and, after having a
couple of beers together, Bob found out a lot about his new friend; some things
that promised to add a new dimension to Bob's kinky escapades.
Mike, a big, hunky,
good-looking stud, was gay. Straight acting and talking, this guy found a
willling audience in Bob as he told him about his homosexual lifestyle. Crane
seemed to get more and more interested as Mike told him about his fetishes for
uniforms, boots, and leather. Even though Bob considered himself totally
straight, he couldn't deny his cock was twitching in his slacks as he listened to
Mike's accounts of his hot fetish sessions with other guys.
Bob was really getting curious about
this.....even if he were straight, he didn't think it was any harm in getting
it on with another guy just once. So, over another beer, Bob and Mike made up
thier plans, and agreed to meet at Mike's place the following Friday.
So, after dark that next Friday, Bob pulled
up in front of Mike's home in nearby Santa Monica. Bob was still in costume
from the show, wearing his trademark leather jacket and Air Force cap. When Mike
opened the door, straight-shooter Bob Crane felt his big cock throb in his
sweaty boxers.
Mike was dressed as a German officer, complete with jet-black jackboots and a
leather raincoat. It was then that Bob had to admit to feeling his cock
twitch lately whenever he saw his co-star Werner, who played the bumbling German
colonel, whenever he was in full uniform.
Mike led Bob down to his basement,
which was furnished to look like the office of a high-ranking German officer
during WW2. Here, Mike, in a growling German accent, ordered Bob to drop to
his knees and start licking his cock through his uniform trousers. Bob never
hesitated, and just dropped to his knees and his hot tongue started to slowly
trace the outline of Mike's pounding monster behind his fly. Already, a large
lube stain was spreading across the crotch of Mike's uniform trousers, and Bob
moaned as his tongue eagerly lapped up the sweet man-nectar that seeped through
Mike's pants.
On the nearby hi-fi, a
record of traditional German army music played, which seemed to spur Bob on
even more. When the bulging crotch of Mike's trousers were soaked with lube and
Bob's spit, Bob looked up at Mike's menacing face and winked. Bob's hands
unbuckled Mike's belt and unzipped his fly. Then, he slid the sweaty uniform
trousers down Mike's muscular, hairy legs to his ankles, and Mike's huge cock, lube
dribbling from the thick head, jutted out of the fly of his boxer shorts. Bob
wrapped his strong fist around the base of Mike's thick, pounding shaft, and
then leaned foward, his tongue slowly starting to slither and lap around the
slick, angry head of Mike's angry cock.
Mike growled in German as Bob opened his
mouth, the same mouth that formerly only tasted skanky, fishy-smelling twat ,
and wrapped his manly lips around the pounding length of Mike's mighty shaft.
Suddenly the hot, erotic, musky scent of Mike's sweaty balls, the leather
raincoat, and the sounds of the German music hit Crane like a thunderbolt. As
though he were starving, Bob swallowed Mike's sweaty prick right down to his hairy
balls. Bob had had countless sluts suck his own meaty dong, but here he was,
on his OWN knees, sucking the cock of another guy, a guy dressed as a German
officer.
As Crane slurped away and his fat cock, Mike reached down and
pulled Hogan's uniform cap off his head, and brought it to his face. He
inhaled deeply, getting off on the masculine aroma of Vitalis and Old Spice, mixed
with Bob's own sweat. Mike buried his face in Bob's cap, and his hot tongue
slurped madly away at Bob's cap, while Bob continued to deep-throat Mike's huge
dong. As he sucked on
Mike's prick, Bob unzipped his own fly, and his fat, sweaty prick sprang out,
rubbing against Mike's hairy leg. He reached into Mike's sweaty boxers and
pulled out Mike's bull balls, and he played with them while his other hand reached
around to rub and squeeze Mike's round, firm buns through his sweaty shorts.
Bob's finger found a small rip in the seat of Mike's shorts, and he worked a
finger in, enlargening the tear.
Mike let out a long moan as he felt
Bob's fingers slip into his hairy, sweaty crack and start fingering his tight,
twitching chute.
He felt his big cock leak more lube into Bob's hot mouth as Bob's fingers
began slipping in and out of his hairy ass-chute. Mike could
no longer hole back. Snarling in German, his big hands grabbed onto Bob's
head, and started throttling it back and forth, his fat, drooling dong pounding
the hell out of Bob's talented mouth. As Bob's fingers sank deeper into his
hairy crevice Mike felt his hairy nuts blow, and his fat dick let loose with hot
jets of sticky sperm, sliding down Bob's throat and flooding his hot mouth.
This was the first load
of jizz Bob had ever swallowed, and it tasted so fuckin' good that Bob tried
to swallow every hot drop. At about the same time, Bob reached his own
climax, and his throbbing cock ground against Mike's hairy leg, spewing hot jizz all
over it, dripping down into Mike's gartered sock.
Bob then slowly
pulled off of Mike's spent cock, and wiped its slick, drooling head all over his
handsome, square-jawed face. Mike nearly went nuts seeing the handsome, manly
face of one of televisions hottest stars, totally slick with another man's
hot cum. Bob sucked on Mike's hairy balls and then let his hot tonue slither up
and down the length of Mike's worn hose.
Then, in his terse German
accent, Mike told Bob to stand up. He planted his masculine lips against Bob's,
and his hot tongue dove into Bob's hot, cum-sticky mouth. Mike's big hands
went around to rub and squeeze Bob's firm buttcheeks through the seat of his
pants, all the while inhaling the hot, sweaty, cock-stiffening aroma of Bob's
leather jacket.
Bob wrapped his arms around Mike's studly frame, and held
him close as the two men deeply kissed, thier hot tongues dueling it out in
each other's mouths. Then, again growling tersely, Mike ordered Bob to drop his
pants and shorts, and then bend over the desk.
Bob
obeyed, and Mike felt his balls churn again as he saw Bob's tight, round ass bent
over his desk, the cleft between his tight globes black with hair.
Mike then took his riding crop and began to whip Bob's ass. Bob grunted,
groaned, and yelped as the riding crop lashed into his quivering assflesh, each
stinging blow making his cock stiffen even more against the desk.
Mike grinned an
evil, sadistic grin as he thrashed Bob's quivering, masculine buns. Soon, Bob's
ass-globes were criss-crossed with hot, red welts, and then Mike took a
leather glove and angrily swatted Bob's smarting buns a few dozen times , making
those sizzling hot globes of man-flesh even redder.
Mike then took off his raincoat,
which was damp with his musky sweat, and laid it over his desk top, lining-side
up. He
made Bob bend over again and start licking his raincoat, while Mike dropped
to his knees, and, prying Bob's round, blistered buns apart, started rimming
his hairy, sweaty crack, Mike's hot tongue teasing and torturing the hell out of
Bob's soon-to-be-slammed chute.
Then Mike spit into his hand a few times, and then lubed up his
massive, throbbing ass-slammer. So caught up in a sexual frenzy was Bob, he not
only didn't care that he was a straight guy that had just sucked off another
guy, BUT was also about to take that SAME cock up his tight, macho, virgin
ass!!!! Bob moaned as he
felt the thick head of Mike's cock start to ease into his virgin hole. He
whimpered and cussed, but made NO attempt to have Mike stop, as slowly, inch by
inch, Mike's fat cock slid deeper and deeper into the depth's of Bob Crane's
hairy, sweaty, ass.
At the same moment Mike's hairy
balls were up against Bob's well-striped buns, the automatic record changer on
the hi-fi flipped on another record, and now, the familiar theme of Bob's
show blared out from the speakers.
At that, Mike felt his bull balls churn and he started to plow in and out of
Bob's sweaty asschute.
Fuck, Mike, thought, NO ass he'd ever
fucked before was THIS tight, and he'd fucked plenty of tight-assed macho studs
over the years to know. Bob's tight hole
grasped Mike's pole as though to urge it deeper, and Bob was going nuts as he
licked Mike's sweaty raincoat, his own hard cock drooling lube onto the hot, sticky
leather.
Mike's rough hands rubbed Bob's broad back through
his leather jacket, and the feel of that hot leather made his hard cock pound
even harder in Bob's tight, hairy ass. Mike's big cum-loaded balls thudded and
thwacked against Hogan's round, blistered rump with every forward thrust.
And Bob felt his pulsating prostrate going haywire with each new thrust of
Mike's massive man-fucker. He knew he couldn't hold back much
longer.....................
With a leather-gloved hand, Mike reached around to wrap
itself around the pounding length of Bob's throbbing cock. A few yanks was all it
took to set off a massive explosion in Bob's overloaded nuts. Spewing
obscenities, Bob's cock started spraying jet after jet of hot, thick spunk all over
Mike's raincoat, as well as Mike's leather-gloved fist. Bob's twitching,
clutching asshole gripped and tightened around Mike's throbbing pole, and that sent
the big stud into overdrive. Again growling and
cursing in German, Mike plowed in and out of Bob's hairy hole, and his huge
fuckrod started unleashing geysers of thick, gluey cum deep between Bob's round,
blistered buttcheeks. His big balls slapped angrily against Bob's well-thrashed
buns, and Bob's well-fucked hole milked every last drop of jizz from Mike's
overworked balls.
Mike collapsed on Bob's back, and he started
licking the hot, worn leather as his cock grew soft in Bob's hairy, well-fucked
ass.
As Mike slowly pulled out his battle-scarred dong out of Bob's raw ass, he
slowly flipped Bob onto his back and started sucking his sweaty, jizz-coated cock,
his leather goved hands reaching up under Bob's sweaty shirt, along his hairy
chest, to tweak and pinch his stiff nipples.
As Bob felt his sticky dong
start to twitch anew in this hot hunk's mouth, he knew one thing. He had always
considered himself totally straight, one hundred-per cent heterosexual, only
hot for pussy, but, now......he knew his sex life would NEVER be the same,
thanks to this hunky stud in his sweaty German uniform. THE END Comments and
feedbacks are always welcome. Hope you guys enjoyed!! PS...Mike......have
you come back to earth yet?? LOL