Date: Wed, 18 Aug 2010 01:16:59 -0500
From: J B <hastur.servitor@gmail.com>
Subject: In America, Men Penis You!

Disclaimer:This story is fiction and is not intended to imply anything
about the true sexuality of the celebrities mentioned or any personal
knowledge about their private lives.

In America, Men Penis You!
By J.B. Munrau

	There are plenty of bars in West Hollywood, but only the highest
percentage are overtly queer. The Goldheart Mountaintop looked like a
synthesis of
 your forever bachelor uncle's brickwalled den and any chalet from an 80's
ski movie. Sipping on a more G than T Anton Yelchin's beautiful green eyes
noticed that most of the intricately carved wooden crossbeams were rotten
through and through. Five years and the place might graciously fold in on
the usual Saturday night crowd jumping around for some shitty North Cali
jam band. The gin was turning him bitter as the plump girl with a crooked
and jet black bob babbled on about a hilarious night in downtown Vegas that
probably never happened. She sauntered over to him at the bar and then
sauntered over to the lonely booth he escaped to during one of her multiple
bathroom departures. The white flecks hung from her long, swaying nostril
hairs and he considered asking her for some but decided against it.
	He ducked out and into the warmed over Pacific night with a faux
phone call, smoking a cigarette and considering returning home before he
was too
 drunk. He really wanted to get properly laid, though. Not with the buxom
coke liar, guessing her already strained heart to explode at the prospect
of consuming him within her powdery folds. No, he wanted something else. He
leaned against the brick wall lined with graffiti now ancient and thus
deemed untouchable by respects of a artful thug parliament. Tom Wait's "I'm
Your Late Night Evening Prostitute" played through the bar's exterior
speakers and a bottle smashed in the distance. He laughed gently and
breathed a great plume of smoke into the air with the whim of a booty
prayer. Eros having taken the night off, it was Priapus who took notice of
the youth's plea.
	The bar's door swung open with a creak and Anton's cherub visage
creased into disdain at the expectation of renewing conversation with the
everpursuant girl. Instead it was an obvious male form in a athletic fitted
"Fantomas" emblazoned t-shirt and tight blue jeans. He looked up to the
man's divine gaze and was suddenly, utterly devoured by the moment of
lust. It was that pouty lipped beaut Aaron Johnson, Calvin Klien model and
star of the film "Kick-Ass", walking towards him with a rather shit-faced
gait. As his British accent cut the evening air with question Anton felt
his knees weaken and his cock twitch just a bit. The question was asked
twice before Anton could bring himself to ascend from the depths of Aaron's
own green eyes and verbally respond.  "Spare a smoke?"  "I'm hoarding them
for an early death."  "Come on."  Anton grinned and tossed him the pack,
one cigarette quickly placed between those luscious lips. He tossed the
pack back and then searched himself for a lighter, failing at each empty
pocket. He looked back to Anton with a sheepish grin.  "A light, sailor?"
mumbled Aaron.  They hooted with drunken laughter at the cliche come-on and
walked down the street toward the next bar, both realizing who the other
was and mutually deciding introductions were unnecessary.

----

	When Anton came to it was a quarter til 3 and he was in a mold
stinking cab nearing his house in Burbank. And if he wasn't experiencing
drunken delusions there slumbering against his shoulder was none other than
that dreamboat met outside a forgotten West Hollywood shithole. The cab
came to a sudden halt and both slumped forward with a groan, Anton tossing
the belching cabby a wad of crumpled bills. Aaron slumped against his
shoulder and stumbling they made it to the front door, when the door was
finally open he crumbled across the threshold. Anton sighed and dragged him
by his feet into the house and over to the couch, all the while
tempted. The bulge in Aaron's pants was more than prominent it was fucking
empirical. Watching his obviously fit chest rise and fell with each snoring
breath, how he longed to lift that shirt and explore. Nobody would blame
him, but he knew that wasn't the way to go about things. At least that's
what he told himself while lifting Aaron onto the couch and putting a light
blanket over his still clothed body. Exactly what he told himself as he
repositioned his own rock hard boner and headed to his bedroom.
	Anton took off his clothing and climbed into California King bed,
considering that he'd missed his one and only chance to do something with
Aaron.  But he truly believed that if he waited he could have still have
the prize tucked away in Aaron's Levis. He remembered his seduction and
rapid education by Chris Evans during the the filming of Fierce
People. Chris having boned him so many time and so many ways that when they
parted it was as a graduation of sorts, his virginity stripped by the hairy
fellow and replaced with the knowing of one's own self. Which in Anton's
case was a deep yearning to be fucked in the roughest possible way by one
similar in age and of a certain quality. Aaron definitely met all
prerequisites in that sense. Anton's hand wandered down to his boxer shorts
as he considered what slept on his couch, his other hand moving spry
fingers to his rather hungry ass. He worked out his boner with decent
results, wishing the night had been more productive, and gently passed out.
	Anton awoke to something quite rigid and warm pressing against the
base of his spine and wedging between his boxer short clad ass cheeks, and
a heavy arm was draped over his waist pulling him ever closer to this hard
object. He felt hot breath on his neck and then a kiss just beneath his
ear. He attempted to turn over but the arm held him in place, the hand of
the restraining arm moving down between his legs. With the illuminating
assistance of minimal sunlight peeking through closed blinds Anton could
see in the mirror beside his bed the reflection of Aaron laying directly
behind him, clutching him closer before placing another kiss on his neck
and slowly dry humping a horsecock into him. He gently moaned as Aaron's
hand slipped beneath his boxer shorts and wrapped about a modest length now
moistened in anticipation and previously mentioned humping.
	With the combined movements of lowering Anton's grizzly bear
checkered boxer shorts to give his own large and aptly leaking cock further
grinding access and rubbing Anton's precum about the head of his penis with
his thumb Aaron was able to elicit yet another whimpering moan. He nuzzled
his nose into Anton's short curly locks of light brown hair and moved his
other hand around to gently tweak one of his small pink nipples, pushing
his cock against a hole not ready to yield to such girth no matter how
naturally lubricated by those large balls between Aaron's muscular upper
thighs. He slowly descended Anton's back, kissing goosebumped flesh every
few inches until his angelic face reached those pert cheeks, their dusting
of light brown hair catching the sunlight as covers left bodice and found
floor.
	Anton murmmered slight confusion as his cheeks were spread by
strong hands and then gasped as a curved, skilled tongue quickly circled
his boyish muskbud. Its rapid circumnavigation of his hole caused him to
clutch his pillow with one hand and the other to seek Aaron's head to push
his delving, wet tongue further unto the pleasuredome. Aaron incline his
jaw forward and continued to stoke the seven and a half inches of Anton's
member, cries and random curses of ecstasy calling out high and heaven
bound. Instead reaching the ears of one ,Martina Moto, a suddenly
befuddled, middle-aged FedEx employee approaching the front door with a
cardboard box that concealed a Latino gangbang DVD ordered a week
ago. Hearing demands of penetration and answers of whorish submission she
tossed the box down by the door and hurried back to her delivery truck not
begrudging those within their carnal desires, having worked a backwoods
Texarkana sex bar for three awful years in her early twenties.
	Back inside Aaron was still nose deep in the sumptuous depths of
that ass, with his tongue and prodding fingers sending vibrations of lust
deep within both of the enraptured youths. As if a physical answer to what
Martina had overhead, Anton slipped down across the bed and was now rapidly
bobbing his head and choking a bit in an effort to deepthroat Aaron's
terribly thick nine inch dick, and if that was a failure at least it would
be thoroughly aroused for the coming event. Aaron's hands found the other
by his dick and forced the majority of his dick into his mouth by way of
clutching the back of the boy's head. Some gagging ensued but eventually
his cute little nose was buried in Aaron's somewhat trimmed pubes, inhaling
the sandalwood odor through his nostril whilst his tongue worked the base
of the cock. Aaron proceeded to vigorously skull-throttle that learned
mouth as his anal spelunking wrought more and more mammoth cock muffled
squeals of delight.
	This Mobius Strip of male beauty and prime sexual devotion was
brought to a close as Anton lifted his mouth from his gluttonous
cocksucking and made an announcement as best as he could with the pleasure
crippling sensations rendered by Aaron's assbound mouth.  "I need
your...uh...uh..cock in me, dude. Please fuck me."  "You want me to fuck
this ass, turn you into a trough for cum? Only my cum?", said Aaron as he
raised his head, wiped his mouth, and vigorously slapped said buttocks with
a gasp from Anton.  "Please, make me your raunchy bitch, Aaron. I need this
big dick in me now."  A few moments later found Anton on his hands and
knees with his head and chest lowered and ass held level with Aaron's
thunderous and spit wet boner. He grabbed a small lube bottle beside the
bed with a grin, slapping Anton's ass once more and was rewarded with
another cock-breathed pleading to fuck him.  "I want your big cock so bad,
hurry up and turn me out with that giant fuck-"
	His slutty rambling was cut short as his head was pushed down in
the same sequence with nine inches of thick British cock slamming home into
his well-tongued and soon well fucked asshole. He cried out into the pillow
as Aaron laughed aloud and forced his fairy tale big dick deep into the
utterly filled ass. Aaron wasn't about to give this uppity slut time to get
used to his hog, he would just have to learn in the saddle as it were. He
withdrew to the tip and held it there for a moment, grabbing the back of
Anton's head and pulling him up. His tongue found Anton's panting mouth and
they kissed passionately for those few moments, Aaron's strong arms
wrapping around the boy for a moment. Then he slammed his dick into the
hilt and tossed wailing Anton back down to the bad, setting into a vigorous
pounding of the ass. If Martina had decided to return for the signature she
would have thunderclaps of balls slapping ass and slutty incoherent shrieks
from up the street.
	Aaron had mounted Anton's ass and was now shoving that cock into
his moaning trophy, the monster cock working a fierce number on his
prostate and laying him deep in a wet pit of his own precum and
sweat. Every time Anton's hands reached for his own cock it was slapped
away by Aaron and reprimanded by a particularly vicious thrust, to which
there was always a moaning apology for his presumptions. Eventually Anton
gained enough composure to begin thrusting his needy ass back in time to
meet Aaron halfway, both grunting like animals in heat. Aaron's sweat
raining down on his back as his gripped the other's shoulders to deliver
long, deep thrust into his worn but still tight slut. He repeatedly slapped
and viciously gripped that sweating ass with his hands, verbally mocking
Anton for being such a good fuck.  Between exacting thrusts he grabbed the
boy below him by the hip and flipped him onto his back, Anton sighing as he
felt the lake of precum along the sheet beneath coat his back. His legs
held high he was again invaded, but now he could see the sweat coating
Aaron's lean, muscled chest. He could watch his man fuck him with every
fibrous muscle in his fine body, and when Aaron leaned down to passionately
kiss him while still banging the hell out of his ass he could take it no
longer. His hot salty load sprayed across their chests and pelted their
smiling faces, Anton's cock erupting blast after blast as he panted with
barely opened eyes. He watched as Aaron licked a glob from the corner of
his own face and then went right back to fucking him with an inspired
vigor.  Anton felt every inch moving in out of him, his dick still rock
hard and not without pleasure's grip.
	Aaron leaned down and slipped his strong arms under Anton,
proceeding to lift him up in this cradle and forcefully throttle his cock
within and without Aaron's well used hole. He could only cry out as he was
used as a vessel for this man's sexual fury, staring into those passion
crazed green eyes he felt another orgasm coming on. Their mouths met once
more and Aaron felt Anton's orgasm induced asshole grip his cock with wild
abandon, milking out the building orgasm with it's spasms. As Anton's load
shot high and pelted their bodies once more, he could feel Aaron blasting
his insides with shot after copious shot of warm seed. He fell atop Anton
and rolled to the side to withdraw his still hard and leaking penis. His
hand fell down to the boy's cum filled hole and much like the that yellow
bear of children's tales used two fingers to scoop out a portion of the
manly load. It was brought forth to Anton's passion curled lips as Aaron
leaned in whilst pinning him with those lusty jade peepers. The two of them
kissed madly with those two fingers between them, consuming the honey of
their efforts to contentment before falling back into each others arms. A
shower was needed.

Fin

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