Date: Thu, 12 Aug 2004 19:07:19 +0000
From: Dan
Subject: Hollywood Hotel: Room's 1 - 3

Thank you, thank you, thank you for all your e-mails. I have a huge waiting
list of hot celebrities wanting to check in to the hotel! Six actors, one
singer and one sportsmen made it into the final eight, made up of six
Americans, an Englishman and an Irishman. The three that are featured here
were most popular with you guys (and myself!). Keep the suggestions coming!

As always, this does not imply anything about the sexuality of the
celebrities involved. People have voted to read about them fucking so if
that upsets or offends you, don't complain or write an angry letter, you
don't have to be here and you don't have to read this. Further, if it's
against the law for you to read this I suggest you stop.

If you like this then read 'Cream of Orange County' and 'Spencer, Andy and
Den' which will both be receiving sequels due to popular demand!!

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Seemingly watching over a crowded London street, sheltering some against the
thick onslaught of falling snow stood 'ThePalace'. Its staff shut windows up
and down it's length and a lone doorman attempted to create a walkway to
it's revolving doors. The hotel had stood in place for over a century and
whether the staff made the effort or not to shut the hotel up against the
weather, a little snow wasn't going to bring the place crashing down.

The rapidly growing darkness of the outside seemed to cascade towards the
inviting warm glow of the revolving doors. For those people looking in, the
light seemed to promise fires in every room and hot drinks on arrival, snow
white towels and downy bed sheets. The price tag attached to such luxury
soon put paid to anyone approaching the hotel for this comfort and people
resumed struggling against a bitter British winter.

The doorman held his back and let his broom rest against the wall giving up
his fruitless quest to clear a path and likened it to bailing out the
Titanic with a thimble. Allowing himself a brief stoop to ease himself he
spied an approaching black limo and snapped to attention. The car came to a
stop in front of the hotel. The driver opened his door, made his way towards
the back of the Stretch to liberate his passenger. The icy floor made the
trip from front to back seem endless before he
managed to steady himself and open the door.

A single black boot emerged and asserted itself on the pavement. The doorman
jumped and then attempted to regain his composure. The black boot was
followed by another and the passenger stood tall, dropped a cigarette and
extinguished it. Moving towards the hotel, the figure did not struggle in
the snow or ice and the doorman greeted him getting no response.

Inside a scrawny bell boy struggled with a large black suitcase whilst an
elderly women wrapped in a mink barked orders at him. The new arrival made
his way towards the check in desk and found the unfortunate bell boy in his
wake.

'Would you mind getting the fuck out of my way?' he commanded, with a deep
Irish Brogue. The bell boy responded by finding a second wind and heaving
the suitcase out the way of this new hotel guest. The mink clad lady gasped
as if she had never heard a curse before and fixed the Irishman with a look
of disgust. 'What?' He barked in her face before turning away towards the
desk.

>From his position at the desk, the head of hotel staff spied the approaching
man and sighed with recognition. Above the black boots, tight black leather
trousers hugged tree trunk legs. A grey sleeveless vest pulled up and down
with the movement of locomotion and was wrapped in a black leather jacket
matching the trousers. The guest threw his arms down on the check in desk,
fixed the head of staff with lazy eyes beneath thick black eyebrows. The
figure ran his hand threw his shaved head and down to his face through
stubble until it supported the mans chin. Using his free hand, he pulled the
guest book so that he could view it and said:

'So, let's see who's on the menu tonight!'

'Mr. Farrell, please, you know I cannot allow you to look through this. It
is a contract with our guests, if you will, that I will not break' the head
of staff responded taking the book away.

Allowing a faint smile to play beneath an attempted scowl Colin Farrell
reached out to shake hands. 'So how the fuck have you been, Jeeves?' He
enquired, 'See the old girls still standing'

'Well, I always fear for the 'old girls' safety when you arrive, Mr.
Farrell' the head of staff replied dryly gesturing to the hotel at large.
'And, though I am sure you have heard me on your several visits prior, my
name is not Jeeves, it is David and you can call me Mr. Belbin'

'Right you are, Jeeves' Colin answered with a smile. 'Now, let me have a
look at the book or I will have to commence room to room enquiries' he
joked.

Whilst Mr. Belbin organised the particulars of Colin's stay, the Irish actor
looked around at the hotel. Lush red furnishings, fused with brass and gold,
circular seating around a marble column. Colin realised that no other place
this grand could make him feel so at home. He usually felt much more
accustomed to something a little more 'real' but this place had memories.

'Here's your key sir, room number one,' Mr. Belbin began snapping Colin out
of his thoughts, 'And please sir remember what happened with the Josh
Harnett incident. Room 9 is still out of service and 'he likes it rough'
isn't going to cut the mustard this time!' Mr. Belbin allowed himself a
pained smile whilst Colin returned it with a dirty beamer, remembering the
night in question.

'I promise to behave,' He answered giving a faux boy scout sign and walked
off. 'Unless I'm really fucking lucky' he mumbled as he walked off. Before
he made it out of the lobby he turned, a dark haired male catching his eye.
'It's like I've got fucking radar' he thought as he studied the guy.

Longish, curly hair lay about a smooth young face. Colin noted the fullness
of unblemished pink lips and felt saliva run into his mouth. Working his
filthy gaze down to a tight red T-shirt emblazoned with a 'Venice Beach'
logo he could see the
guys tight set muscle. Unlike his own bulky build, rough around the edges,
but heavy and hard this new guy had locked in, compact shapes working
against the t-shirt. Moving the gaze further down to the real interest Colin
chewed on his bottom lip.
In faded blue denim sat a full crotch, it's owner blissfully aware of it's
apparent size and prominence. A black belt strap tailed off down towards the
bulge as if pointing to it on behalf of it's wearer. Colin had a quick recap
of the well stacked preppy-ish guy and mentally added him to his wish list.

'Mr. Welling, welcome back to the hotel. How was you day sir?' Mr. Belbin
asked

'Very good, thank you David,' Tom Welling responded, 'Yet, exhausting. I
would one day like to come back and spend a holiday here but at the moment
it's all work, locations, that sort of thing' Mr. Belbin smiled and handed
Tom his key wondering why all his guests couldn't be so well spoken and
polite. 'Is the gym still open?' Tom asked and headed off at Mr. Belbins
nod.

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Tom found the gym empty and felt a rush of joy. No questions or
interruptions, just him. Moving over to the work out bench, he sat and
removed his suede loafers, placing them to one side. His socks were soon
inside the shoe, all neatly tucked away.

Tom mentally cursed himself realising he had not stopped for his kit bag
containing his sweat top and shorts. Getting up and walking over to the door
he looked around. It seemed quiet, what the hell?

Walking back over to the bench, Tom took his T-shirt in both hands and
lifted it over his head. Tom allowed himself a moment of vain weakness,
running his hands over his six pack and around his chest, letting his
fingers warm his nipples before folding the shirt on top of his shoes.
Taking his black belt in his hand he removed it from his waistband, and
unbuttoned the jeans. The zip moved down, the trousers fell about his feet.
Again they found themselves neatly folded.

Tom sat down on the work bench pulling his legs apart. Seamless, snug white
boxer briefs pulled inward as the legs parted pressing against Tom's cock.
Laying back, Tom gripped the weights above, his whole body rippling with
effect and he lifted .

. .

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At the front desk, a young man complained to Mr. Belbin. His head shook
animatedly. His hair was short and had seemed to want to curl even against
his wishes. A tight blue t-shirt bearing the Harley Davidson logo stretched
with the man's arm movements and dog tags jangled with exaggerated
expression. A firm arse moved in jeans beset with ridges designed to draw
the eye to his butt and crotch. A silver belt caught the light occasionally
dazzling Mr. Belbin.

'And now my shower is broken and I have to go out, dude!' He exclaimed.

'Mt. Timberlake, please calm down. We can assist. We have showers on
premises and I can escort you . . . '

'The gym showers? You want me to go and shower in the gym when there is, or
at least was, a perfectly good shower in my room?'

'Mr. Timberlake, we will attend to your shower presently but . . .'

'Forget it, I have to shower now or I will be late' And with that Justin
Timberlake headed off.

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'Mind if I join you?'

Looking up in panic, Tom spied Colin standing in the door way, leaning and
watching him. Tom could feel his body was damp with sweat from his exertions
and his briefs had soaked right through, revealing his flaccid dick. Colin
hadn't waited for an answer and was pulling off his jacket and throwing it
on the floor, undoing his boots. In his sleeveless vest he looked large and
over bearing and Tom felt his cock fill a little. In his current position
Colin saw it and smiled.

'I hear the best work out isn't weights' he said pulling off the vest to
reveal large solid muscle.

'It isn't running' He moved close to Tom, taking Tom's hand and running it
in between the leather of his crotch. Tom didn't pull away.

'Isn't swimming' He unzipped the leather trousers and let them drop, kicking
them aside. Colin wasn't wearing any underwear and his thick semi erect cock
bobbed at this thigh.

'It a good, hard fuck!' he purred, that Irish accent making Tom part his
mouth and breath out sharply. Colin straddled the work bench either side,
his legs open, the cock making it's way to full hard length. Both of his
hands were on the sodden waistband of Tom's wet briefs pulling them down,
letting the cock emerge and dry slightly against the gym air. Colin stripped
them off the preppy hunk and put them close to his face, sniffing the aroma
of damp prick and then licking against the material. Tom watched as Colin
savoured his smell and taste and saw Colin's cock full and twitching at it's
maximum length. the prick was swollen, a cunt tearing monster, ten inches
long, two fat nuts packed closely to the shaft. Tom sat up and spied the
pronounced mushroom head. 'Fuck me . . .' he muttered and looked up at Colin
still enjoying Tom's sodden briefs.

With his right hand Tom took the monster in a tight grip that just made it
around the shaft and licked his wet tongue on the underside, from just under
the perineum to the slit. Tom felt the taste of the cock wash over him, and
his own cock began to
reach its fullness. Colin had thrown the wet underwear aside and pulled his
cock away. Slapping Tom in the face with his prick, he forced him down and
clambered on top. Colin stooped and smelt the musky aroma of the stud and
licked up a trail of
his sweat greedily. He smiled and studied the Tom's cock. He noted that the
cock was bigger than his own in length, around eleven and a half but more
slender. The pinkness of the shaft was fresh and smooth and the root sat
above to smooth balls.

Colin lowered his head and rubbed his stubble against the prick which made
Tom squirm in pleasure and irritation. Colin let his face move onto the
smooth balls allowing his tongue to nip out and wetting any areas that were
becoming too irritated by the roughness. Tom arched his back as Colin began
to concentrate big slurps on his head. All the time Colin watched Tom's
tight little body strain and flex in pleasure. He wanted to drive Tom into a
stuck pig frenzy before letting him loose on his dick, with his cute lips or
his arsehole.

'Now Tom, I'm going to suck down your cock right to the back of my throat
but I want you to say please'

'Please' Tom answered, clawing at Colin's head. He tried to push the mouth
down around the cock whilst Colin concentrated on lapping the tip.

'Please what?' Colin commanded

'Oh, please swallow my prick Colin. Please choke down my cock, please'

Colin obliged and started taking it in. The first five inches were fine,
thick boy meat making Colin's dick weep pre cum. The next four caused
Colin's throat to expand, taking it further caused it to burn, until Colin
could feel the cock right inside him. Then taking it one stage further Colin
opened his mouth and let his tongue out to wet Tom's fat balls. Tom wriggled
about, his naked skin against the workbench, his huge cock buried in the
Irishman's throat. 'Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck' the pretty boy muttered.

Still with Tom's cock buried up until the hilt, Colin moved both of his
hands onto Tom's arse cheeks and massaged them. They felt hard against
Colin's touch and he had to restrain himself from flipping Tom over and
ripping his arsehole apart. Taking
one finger, Tom inserted it into the ring. Tom bounded up and down as it
slid in. It was easy to get one in as the sweat from Tom's workout worked
with the arse to suck it in. It worked with two and three, until Tom found
his cock buried from view
just as Colin's four fingers and thumb fucked his arsehole. Colin got his
reward as rivulets of warm cock juice began to pour into his throat. Wanting
to taste the precum, he pulled the cock out to settle on his tongue. The
cold air that entered his unplugged mouth hit Tom's cock making it shake and
eject a new batch of Clark Kent cream.

'I am so glad my shower isn't working' Came a voice from the door. Both guys
looked up, Colin not stopping fist fucking Tom's arse. Justin Timberlake
stood at the door rubbing the large bulge in his trousers.

'Get your cock over here and we will give you a shower of our fucking spunk'

'Only if you promise to dump your load on my face' he answered. 'What do you
think Tom?'

Tom didn't answer and writhed on the bench in full blown pleasure at the
hand fucking he was getting. Justin laughed and stripped off his T-shirt
revealing muscles that were much like Tom's yet slightly fuller.

'Leave the dog tags on' Colin commanded

Justin complied and unzipped his trousers. Underneath his black sports
string brief was not enough to hold the full nine inch cock poking out of
the waistband. Two low slung balls trailed under. Once naked, Colin viewed
him and had a filthy little idea.

Swiftly he propped Tom up and grabbed the Smallville hunk's discarded black
belt and tied around his arms to the bench. Justin, quick on the uptake tied
Tom's legs to the bench. Colin stood back and waited for Tom to react.

'Please, don't stop. I need to fuck. Please, fill me up with you big fat
dick' He begged

'I'm afraid, you'll just have to watch!' Colin replied wickedly.

Justin moved over by Tom's head and turned so his arse was right by his
face. Colin made his way behind him and began to lube up his ten inches.
Justin reached out and stopped him. 'I want it raw, fucker'

Colin did not need to be asked twice. Positioning his fat head at the
entrance to Justin Timberlake's ring piece, he made sure the interlocking
organs were as near to Tom's face as possible without touching it. Holding
onto Justin's hips he slammed
that monster home causing Justin to cry out. Tom's cock began to throb and
let out pre cum like a big, juicy fountain, spattering his abs and pubes.
Colin began to assault Justin's arse with animal ferocity, the thick
slapping sound driving Tom wild as it echoed around the gym. Justin pulled
his prick hard and fast. Colin then helped Justin stand above Tom, his low
hanging balls brushing his lips, so that Tom has a view of the monster
penetrating the cherry arse, disappearing. Tom lapped at the balls like a
baby bird receiving food and murmured 'please, please fuck me' in between
licks.

Colin then turned Justin around and lay him out on top of Tom, arching his
arse and back so that there was no contact with Tom's cock. Justin's face
was now laying on Tom's shoulder and his dog tags lay across Tom's pecs. Tom
could not tear his
eye's away from the look of lust in Justin's eye's. 'He's fucking me so
hard,' Justin started, 'I can feel his cock resting against my bowels, I can
feel his warm juice drowning me. He's stretching me, making my hole raw. You
want it, don' you? I
can feel your pre cum wetting my abs'

Tom found himself ripping against his bonds. All he could concentrate on was
the need to be fucked. As he felt himself getting free Colin has moved
Justin's arse above Tom's mouth still fucking him solidly. 'Open your mouth'
He moaned to Tom.

Tom opened his mouth and as he did so he saw Colin's nuts expand and then
contract, watched as Colin ground himself with hard, hard, cock punching
into Justin. Justin felt spunk fill him and the warmth of it trickle out of
his ring. The spunk dripped
into Tom's mouth. The cock was withdrawn and Justin in the midst of an anal
orgasm sat down on Tom's face, letting Tom's tongue move in the space left
by Colin's cock. Tom lapped deep within Justin and then felt his tongue
being contracted by the
arse wall as Justin began to ride his face and nut his load. The load moved
down the shaft of Justin's leaking prick, under his balls to his arse adding
to the taste Tom was getting. Some dappled Tom's face.

Now Colin and Justin moved away and watched as Tom lay covered in his own
pre cum and his face awash with Colin's shitted spunk.

'You bastards, stick me! Make me bleed!' Tom struggled against his bonds.

'He was such a well spoken young man, 'Colin told Justin, 'Never a bad word.
Look at him now!'

Justin and Colin's lips met, their tongues exploring each other. Justin
fingered Colin's arse whilst Colin made his way back into Justin's crack.
Both of their cocks were getting hard again and Tom could see this from his
restrained position.

'Now, Justin, I would like you to sit on Tom's cock. He's begging for some
release'

Justin moved over and faced away from Tom, gripping the superman stud's meat
in his hand and positioning it his once-already-fucked hole. He moved his
arse back and forth over the head teasing Tom and also holding off from
taking Tom's eleven and a half inches. At the same time Colin was dangling
his mushroom head over Tom's mouth allowing it to brush his lips.

'One inch' Colin commanded.

Justin sat back, let his arse open and took in Tom's mushroom head. Colin
pushed forward and let his own head enter Tom's mouth. 'Another' Colin
ordered. Justin sat down a little more letting out a deep breath, having as
much trouble from holding
off as Tom was being forced to do. Colin let more cock into Tom's mouth.
This allowed Tom to start bobbing his head over the monster. 'Sit down
hard!' Colin ordered pushing his entire length into Tom's mouth. At the same
time, Justin let his whole weight go and fell, impaling his anal cavity on
the prick and coming to a stop against Tom's body. Tom began wailing,
finally filled with a cock and buried in Justin's arse. Colin grabbed his
head and started to skull fuck Tom who was sucking so very hard, desperate
to keep the taste of Colin's meat in his mouth. Justin was riding Tom's
prick hard now, allowing himself to raise and then drop hard. Justin
expertly squeezed Wellings cock, ringing it dry of pre cum and all the time
letting out low, harsh grunts.

Then Colin withdrew and pulled Justin off Tom. 'You cunt, can't you just
fuck me! You pussy, fill me with cum, fucker, fuck my cunt, fuck my tight
little cunt'

Colin laughed and took Justin by the hand. Leading him over to another bench
at waist height, he bent Justin over the table and spread his cheeks until
his pink insides were visible. He slapped the arse and moved over to Tom.
'Brace yourself, Timberlake. I'm letting Tom free'

Colin quickly undid the bonds holding Tom down. Tom pushed him aside and
sped toward Justin, quickly positioning his cock at Justin's ring and
slamming home eleven inches with one thrust. Justin arched right back and
screamed, 'Jesus fucking Christ'.
Tom grabbed the back of Justin's hair and slammed him down onto the table
using his other hand to steady himself as he fucked Justin's arse raw.
Justin could feel the cock sliding all the way inside, accounting for every
burning inch and crying out. Tom proceeded to climb onto the bench whilst
still impaling Justin and managed to slide deeper into the pop singers butt.
Tom picked up his pace and began a fast, hard fuck. He scratched down
Timberlake's body causing Justin to cry out even louder. Then Colin stood
behind Tom and filled his butt with two fingers that Tom backed up on every
time he moved away from Justin. Tom turned and looked at Colin. The Irishman
smiled at the look of ravenous lust in his eyes.

Moving off the Bench, Tom pushed Justin down and carried on filling his
chute, the ex-nsync'r moaning like a stuck pig. Using his free hand Tom
grabbed Colin and pushed him on top of Justin, much to Coin's surprise,
making sure he still had a good
angle on Timberlake's funnel. Justin could feel the heat and weight of Colin
above him. Tom then grabbed Colin's leg and heaved it over so that now Colin
lay above Justin completely and straddled Tom's rapid fucking movement into
Justin. Both
ring pieces now sat above each other, Justin's wide open and full of fat
meat and Colin's above, tight and unfucked.

Taking a step back, Tom withdrew his eleven and a half inches and with one
long thrust pushed it into Colin who pulled down like he had been punched in
the stomach. Before he could get used to the monster, Tom had pulled out and
stuffed it back into
Justin, satisfying J's need to be filled. Then the cock moved out of
Justin's chute and straight back into Colin who clawed at Tom to stop. Tom
began to repeat his movement, out of Justin, into Colin, out of Colin into
Justin, fucking both men in long and oh too quick thrusts. Justin, crushed
beneath Colin felt like an extension of his quivering, pre cum filled hole,
whilst Colin felt vulnerable and oozed his own juice onto Timberlake below.
The pre cum from Tom created strings of white wetness
moving from ring to ring, connecting the two stars. Tom began to alternate
fucking one arse with his cock and another with fingers.

As Tom entered Colin for the hundredth time, Colin felt the familiar rise of
hot cream and remembered his promise to shoot on Justin's face. Tom had
settled inside his arse now and it seemed he was banging him exclusively,
knowing he was going to nut.

Pushing himself off J and keeping Tom inside him, Colin twisted Justin
around and indicated that he kneel. Justin obeyed and opened his mouth
knowing what he would receive. Tom saw this happening and pulled out from
Colin taking his place by the well fucked hunk. Both men stood before the
pretty boy and jerked their meat watching as Justin looked up, stroking his
own cock, waiting for their loads.

Colin was the first to Nut, feeling the warm spunk erupt from his slit. He
groaned and watched as the babe below him was hit with spurt one, on his
pink, pouty lips, some cum slipping in the mouth, the rest covering his
cheek, The second hitting Justin's chin and dripping down onto his abs, the
third aimed at Justin's cock so that he was milking himself and lathering
the Irishman's thick juice into his balls. Still hard from his ejaculation,
Colin stood behind Tom and entered his arse for the first time in the whole
three-way. Tom churned on the cock, cleaning up the remnants of spunk,
milking the last few dying moments of Colin's orgasm before beginning to cum
himself. Instead of adding his cream to Colin's he took Justin's mouth and
filled him
down to the throat, skull fucking the cum out of himself. Justin gagged on
his loads as they washed inside, the cum surging up and back down in
Justin's mouth.

Colin withdrew from Tom who collapsed next to the bench and Colin knelt
behind the cum covered Justin, finding enough hardness to fill J's arse.
'Always nice to cum with a fat dick up your arse, you little whore'. With
those words and the cock slamming home, Justin let rip, hitting the
collapsed Tom and showering himself. Justin felt slick with Juice, ran his
hands through it and brought it to his lips. Finding some energy Tom crawled
over and lapped at the cum, tasting Colin and Justin mixed together. A hot
French kiss between Tom and Justin saw trails of spunk mat their faces
before the three lay on the floor quietly.

One by one, the three left the gym, Colin to room one, Tom to room two and
Justin to room three. Each called the front desk and extended their stay,
perhaps never to leave!! Each fell asleep that night in downy sheets
wondering who would fill room's four, five and six and possible their mouths
and arses . . . .