Date: Sat, 11 Mar 2000 17:07:15 -0800
From: Richard Pickman <billy_bob42@theglobe.com>
Subject: 'Justin Control' {Richard Pickman} (MMM/Celeb/oral/anal)
STORY NOTES: This story takes place in the fourth (and, unfortunately,
final) season of 'Lois and Clark', just before filming begins of the episode
'Bob and Carol and Lois and Clark' in which Antonio Sabato Jr. guest
The show starred. Dean Cain, of course, played Superman, and Justin Whalin
portrayed Jimmy Olson.
DISCLAIMERS: If you've gotten this far, you know what this site, and this
section, is about. If you're reading this, it's your choice.
This story is SO TOTALLY FICTIONAL! I have NO CLUE as to the actual
sexual orientation of the celebrities portrayed. REALLY!
GENERAL NOTE: Feedback is welcome. Encouragement is appreciated.
I do try to respond to all comments received, positive or negative. All part
of improving what I do. And special thanks to Mark, for helping me come up
with the title. <g>
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As Dean Cain pulled into the driveway of his secluded house late one
Friday afternoon and parked, he looked to his lone passenger and said
lightheartedly, "It's not much, but I call it home."
"Not much!" said Antonio Sabato Jr., getting out of the car, "It's a
mansion!"
"Just a small one." Dean said offhandedly. "Only twelve bedrooms.
Bought it after the first season, when I knew we were getting renewed."
"Lucky you. What do you do with all that room?"
"Oh, I find . . . uses for it, Tony," said Dean. They had established an
easy rapport on the drive over, and Antonio had told Dean to just call him
Tony. "It's really great for parties. By the way, I'll be having one when our
episode wraps. I expect you to attend, and won't take no for an answer."
"Wouldn't miss it for the world, Dean."
By this time, they had reached the front door. Cain unlocked it and
ushered Sabato in, letting him go first, which allowed Cain to take in the
view of the magnificent man before him. Sabato was wearing a loose fitting
dark green buttoned shirt with short sleeves, showing off his splendid biceps
to their best advantage. The shirt was tucked into a pair of tight Calvin Klein
jeans that hugged his legs and butt to a degree that left little to the
imagination. With black socks and two-toned green and white high top
sneakers, Sabato was the ideal image of casual style.
They made their way to the living room, where Cain invited his guest to
sit, then went to the liquor cabinet. The maid and the cook had been given
the night off. He wanted Sabato all to himself for the evening.
'So, Tony, what's your poison?"
"Oh, gin and tonic. Small, though. Want to have a clear head while we're
running lines."
"A small gin and tonic it is."
Dean prepared Antonio's drink, as well as a scotch for himself,
remembering how he had been able to get Antonio on the show in the first
place, giving him this opportunity.
Cain had casually suggested to the casting department that Sabato might
be good for the part of Bob, a/k/a Deathstroke, in the 'Bob and Carol and
Lois and Clark" episode. They had agreed, and luckily the model/actor was
available. Like many others, Cain had fallen in lust with him after seeing the
Calvin Klein underwear ads he had done. Some further investigations
through discreet channels had revealed that Sabato was 'available and
open-minded," as one of Cain's friends had put it.
During the read through earlier, and on the drive to Cain's house, he had
confirmed the information. The holding of each other's gazes those few extra
seconds, the covert glances at each other's crotches, and a number of other
subtle signs were evidence enough that Sabato was gay, as Cain had hoped.
The invitation to run lines was one of Cain's favorite ploys for getting
male guest stars on the show to his place, to have some uninterrupted fun.
Not only was the house large, it sat on a 5 acre lot, tree-lined and fenced in,
with a pool in the back yard. The privacy that the property offered was one
of the chief selling points for Cain.
What Dean did not realize, but was soon to discover, was how attracted
Antonio was to him.
Antonio had watched 'Lois and Clark' since the beginning, and had
become a big fan. When the casting call had come, he accepted in a
heartbeat.
It was good I wasn't doing anything else, Antonio mused to himself.
Though I would have made sure to do the show, one way or the other. How
could I not, he thought, as he observed Dean, who was still facing away,
preparing their drinks. Antonio noticed how impeccably the long sleeved sky
blue shirt fit him, and how it complemented so flawlessly the snugly fitting
charcoal grey slacks. He's gorgeous, Antonio marveled, and he wears clothes
better than some of the male models I know. But it's the tights that just
knock me out. I plan on finding out how much is padding and how much is
real. From what I could tell in the car, I think it IS all him. Tonight will be
fun, no question.
"Alright, Tony, here's your . . . drink," Dean said, his right eyebrow
raised knowingly as he caught Antonio checking him out when he turned. He
brought Antonio his gin and tonic, then sat in a chair opposite him, but only
a few feet away.
"I think a toast's in order, don't you, Tony."
"Certainly, Dean. What should we toast to?"
"How about . . . to getting to know each other . . . better."
"I'll drink to that, Dean."
Finishing, they put their drinks down on the end table between them,
staring into each other's eyes for a few quiet moments, matching Mona
Lisa-like smiles slowly spreading across their faces. Both of them understood
they no longer needed to be surreptitious in their admiration of each other.
Each now knew what the other had in mind, at least generally. It was
working out the details, they both thought, that would consume the rest of
the evening, and them.
"So, Dean, you didn't really bring me here to run lines, did you." Antonio
stated, finally breaking the silence.
"Honestly? No. We can, if you want. But I had . . . other ideas. Do you
mind?"
"Mind? Well, it all depends on what you want to do." said Antonio, a
devilish glint in his eyes.
"Well, I was hoping to see more of you."
"More of me? You mean, like this?" Antonio said, as he reached up and
unhurriedly began to unbutton his shirt.
"Oh, yes, Tony. That's exactly what I meant. Slowly, Tony, slowly. It's
too nice a job to rush." Dean said as he settled back in his chair, savoring the
view. "Do you know how glad I am that you were able to do the show? I've
wanted to know you better since I saw you in those Calvin Klein ads."
"Yes, I get that a lot. I can't understand why." Antonio said impishly.
"And I've been wanting to work on the show since it started." he continued,
standing up and tossing his shirt on the chair behind him. Dean was dazzled
by Antonio's bright smile, and how adorably his cheeks dimpled. Those lips,
too, so full and ripe for kissing. As he looked downward, he noticed how
small, almost dime sized, the nipples looked on his squared pecs. Beneath
them, Dean let his eyes rest on Antonio's defined abdominals. When the term
‘washboard abs' was invented, Dean thought, Tony must have been the
inspiration for it.
"So, Dean, ready for more?"
"Definitely, definitely! Don't stop now."
"Just making sure you're enjoying my little show as much as I've enjoyed
‘Lois and Clark.'" Antonio said, kicking off his shoes, and then beginning
taking off his skin-tight jeans. "I've loved the show since it started. I mean,
who hasn't been a Superman fan since they were a kid? And you're the
hottest guy to ever wear those tights, Dean."
"You do say the nicest things, Tony. Charm, as well as looks. And you
ARE the best looking guy to ever wear a pair of Cal. . ." Dean paused,
speechless at the sight before him. Antonio was now clad only in socks, and
briefs. They were Calvins, alright. But the ads don't do him justice, Dean
thought. With his dusky good looks, bronzed skin, and perfectly
proportioned muscles, he was desire made real. And from the erect nipples
and the mound in his briefs, Dean could tell Antonio was ready for just about
anything.
"Well, you like?"
"Oh, Tony, like is not the word that comes to mind. Not even close. . . "
he breathed. After a moment, he shook his head to clear it. "Yes, that's
enough for now. I want to leave something for me to . . . unwrap later. Now,
turn around, Tony. I want to see the rest."
"Who am I to argue with the Man of Steel?"
"Mmm, I like your attitude, Tony. I like it a lot. Now, just . . . stand there
a minute."
Dean stood and stepped behind Antonio, pressing himself close. He
reached around and started caressing Antonio's chest, the stud's silky
smooth skin exhilarating him. Dean took a deep breath, inhaling the
fragrance of the man he held. Then he buried his face, vampire-like, in
Antonio's neck, working at giving him a hickie that would show up even on
his swarthy skin. All the while, Dean was rubbing his painfully hard erection
in the cleft of Antonio's firm, round bubble butt, a pre-cum stain becoming
visible in the crotch of Dean's slacks.
"Oh-oh-uunnh," Antonio moaned, his breath coming out in short gasps.
"I'd love to get some of that steel."
Taking a break from his efforts, Dean said, "Baby, did you EVER have
any doubt?"
Just then, their passion was interrupted by the buzzing of someone at the
front gate.
"Fuck!" said Dean, "Who could that be? Well, whoever it is, I'm gonna
get rid of them so fast it'll make their head spin. Go on into the master
bedroom, Tony. It's up the stairs, at the end of the hallway, through the door
at the end. I'll be there before you know it. And Tony?" Dean said. Antonio
stopped, stepped back with his right foot, then twisted his waist until he was
looking back, his breathtaking body in a stunning profile. Shit! Dean
thought, the man doesn't know how NOT to look sexy. "DON'T start
without me."
"Is that an order?" the hunky vision before Dean said mischievously.
"You can take it anyway you want it."
"No, Superman, I'll take it any way YOU want it." He walked back and
gave Dean's rod a quick squeeze through his slacks, sending a shudder
through him and causing the pre-cum stain to grow even further, then
strolled off to the bedroom.
Oh, man, thought Dean. This is going to be one for the books.
Dean walked to the speaker at the front door, his 8" pole tenting his
slacks. "I am in NO condition to see anybody." Dean mumbled to himself,
"I'll just send them away. If it's a tourist, or another goddamn reporter, I
swear, I'm going to hire a security guard."
Dean reached the speaker, activated it, and yelled, "Whoever it is, I don't
want any!"
"Hey, Dean, it's just me. Could you open up?"
The voice, however, made Dean reconsider. "Come on up, Justin!" he
said, another set of possibilities for the evening tumbling through his head.
A couple of minutes later, a knock sounded on the door. Dean opened it
and said, "Justin! Come in!"
The young man, wearing a off-white T-shirt, beige shorts, and open-toed
sandals, spoke contritely, "I'm sorry, Dean. I hope this isn't a bad time. I just
wanted to ..." Justin's voice trailed off as he glanced below Dean's waist, his
eyes widening as he became mesmerized by the evidence of the obvious
arousal there.
"Don't just stand there with your mouth hanging open," said Dean with
more than a hint of humor in his voice, as he closed the front door, then
draped an arm over Justin's shoulder, leading him into the house. "There're
much better things you could be doing with it."
"Sh . . . Sure, big guy. What have you got in mind?" Justin said,
recovering.
Dean warmly recalled the time when he had first met Justin. The original
Jimmy Olson on the show, Michael Landes, had repeatedly ignored Dean's
advances. This had irritated Cain to no end. Didn't the guy realize that there
were women, or men, for that matter, who would have PAID for the chance
to have sex with Cain, and HE could have had it for FREE?!
Near the end of the first season of the show, though, the ratings began to
slide. Dean knew the producers had some misgivings about Landes. They
thought he had too much similarity in appearance to Dean, confusing the
show's viewers. And there hadn't been a strong audience response to the
character, according to surveys. Dean, realizing an opportunity was at hand
to punish the recalcitrant Landes for his earlier rejections, slipped a word or
two in the producers' ears. Before long, Landes found himself unemployed,
and the search was on for a new Jimmy.
Dean took a personal interest in the casting, frequently attending the
auditions. The producers were happy with Dean's interest in the well being
of the show outside his own role. Dean, however, was looking for something
extra in the new Jimmy. After all, this was someone he would be working
with closely. And Dean always liked a close, personal relationship with his
fellow cast members, particularly the attractive ones. Dean wanted someone
more. . . open. Someone, unlike Landes, who was. . . more susceptible to
Dean's substantial charms.
The producers were looking for a younger actor to play Jimmy this time
around, not only to differentiate the character more from Dean's, but also to
appeal to the valuable adolescent market. When the boyish Justin Whalin
walked in for his audition, he seemed like a prime candidate for the role. For
Dean, though, there was something more, something that said Whalin just
might be 'it'. He's cute, that's for sure, thought Dean. And there was a look
of yearning, as well as admiration, in Whalin's eyes. He also noticed out of
the corner of his eye how the young man kept checking him out during the
audition, particularly Cain's ample package. Yes, he thought, I believe Mr.
Whalin has REAL potential.
After that day's auditions, he asked around about Whalin amongst his
more intimate circle of acquaintances. That was when Dean knew the show,
and he, had to have the young man. For behind that cherubic face lurked a
cock hound of notorious, and even epic, proportions. The more in his mouth
and up his ass he could get, the better. Dean realized he'd heard stories about
the kid (for Dean, at 31, couldn't help but think of the 23 year old Whalin as
a kid), but had never met him. Whalin liked the kind of places that were
more on the wild side. This was a chance Dean wasn't about to miss.
Dean encouraged the producers to pick Whalin for the part. They
commented on the chemistry between the two actors. If they only knew,
Dean thought. And when they tested him with Teri, the results were even
better. The fact that Justin had won an Emmy a few years back was an added
bonus. Soon, Whalin found himself cast as the new Jimmy Olson.
Dean invited him over to his house (which, at the time, he had only
owned for a couple of months) afterwards to celebrate. He informed the
young man how getting the role was in large part due to Dean. Whalin told
him he wanted to show his appreciation. He asked meekly if one of the
Superman costumes was available. Dean kept a couple at his place, for
'special' occasions. He told Justin to wait, and in a few minutes returned
from his bedroom dressed as the Man of Steel.
The rest of that night was an orgiastic blur. Dean knew, though, that it
had been some of the most incredible sex he'd ever had. The old joke about
someone being able to suck a golf ball through a garden hose drifted through
Dean's mind during the first blowjob he received that evening. Justin, mused
Dean, could actually do it, I believe. He gives head like a pro. No, I take that
back. He could give a pro a few lessons. Then Dean could think no further,
as his mind was temporarily obliterated by an intense orgasm.
He also remembered how Justin's ass fit Dean's dick like a warm, velvety
glove. He lost track of how many times he came that night. When Justin left
hours later, having fully expressed his gratitude for his new job on the show,
Dean could not even get out of bed. He could hardly move at all. "The kid
totally wore me out," said Dean, "And that's saying something. He's
definitely a keeper!" Dean slept late the next morning, and was still barely
able to get out of bed. Fortunately, it was Saturday, so there was no filming
for a couple of days. Dean stayed home the entire weekend, recuperating.
That was the first of many such evenings. Whalin was up for almost
anything, as long as it involved Dean's cock in him one way or another. But
Whalin especially went crazy anytime Dean dressed as Superman. When the
suit was on, the sex was like it was that first night. It was so good, it was
almost addictive.
And, as it turned out, Justin was good for the show, too. After the first
few episodes of the second season, he started getting flooded with fan mail,
and was asked for interviews by teen magazines. The producers were
ecstatic that the precious youth demographic for the show was expanding.
Justin loved being on the show. One of his favorite things, though, was
the ‘fringe benefits'. He made a point of getting to know every male guest
star, on very intimate terms. It became a friendly contest between him and
Dean as to who would ‘get' a guest star first. Justin could charm the pants
(and underpants, and every other article of clothing) off of almost any man.
Dean really liked watching Justin's work on the more reluctant ones. With
the young man's considerable charisma, backed up by his other outstanding
skills, rare was the man who did not succumb.
Dean chuckled as he remembered one of the foremost encounters. Justin,
with extraordinary care, had seduced Jon Tenney, Teri Hatcher's husband,
when he had guested on the show. He was singularly proud of having
accomplished this without Teri even realizing. Considering Justin's
reputation, which was an open secret on the set, this was no mean feat. Jon,
knowing how much trouble he would be in if Teri ever found out, swore
Justin to keep it ‘Our little secret'.
Justin HAD to tell Dean, of course. Especially that Jon's ‘secret' was by
no means little. The costume people had almost as much trouble keeping
Jon's spandex bodysuit from being too revealing as they did with Dean's
Superman costume. "If he fucks HER half as good as he did ME," Justin
told Dean, chortling, "no wonder she's got that look on her face all the time.
The lucky bitch."
So Justin's arrival, Dean thought, isn't exactly unwelcome. In fact, it had
made Dean think of ways to make this evening even more fun. Dean and
Antonio had left the set separately, meeting after the readthrough for a quick
bite to eat, before Dean had brought Antonio home with him. Justin had no
way of knowing that Antonio was even there. Dean had seen Justin checking
out Antonio on the set hungrily. He knew his young co-star would take the
earliest opportunity to add Antonio to his growing list of celebrity
conquests. Well, Dean thought rather smugly, it looks like I got him first.
Still, it might be fun to share. And it's not as if it'd be the first time we've
had a threesome.
"Well, buddy, I'm . . . entertaining, if you know what I mean. But I think
there may be room for one more . . . " Though an actor, Dean considered
himself better at being a writer. He had worked on a couple of stories that
had been made into episodes for "Lois and Clark." The feeling of taking the
ideas in his head and making them reality was better than sex. Almost. Dean
was also working on being able to direct and produce his own work
eventually, so he would have total control of his artistic expression.
So, when a chance to combine two of his greatest loves (writing, and
sex), he could not resist. And there was an exotic fantasy Dean had long had
that seemed ideal for the occasion.
As he told Justin who else was in the house, and began to share his
fantasy, he watched the gleam in the young man's eyes grow. Justin
contributed his own ideas eagerly. The two, filled with inspiration, rapidly
worked out a scenario. As Dean went upstairs to get his Superman outfit,
and fill in Antonio on the plans, Dean felt excitement coursing through him.
Somehow, it was all 'right'. He could not wait for tonight's private episode of
"Lois and Clark" to begin.
* * * * * * * * * *
Snap!
"Well, Superman, glad you could join the party."
"Jimmy! How did I get here? What's going on?" said Superman, walking
towards Jimmy.
"No, no, no, that won't do at all." Jimmy said, as he raised both his hands
and did a double snap, "Stay still, Superman, while I fill you in."
"I . . . I can't move. Why are you doing this, Jimmy?" A note of worry
and concern crept into the Man of Steel's voice.
"Oh, Superman, Superman, Superman. Or should I call you. . . Clark
Kent?" Superman's eyes widened when Jimmy spoke the name of his alter
ego. "Or Kal-el? You have so many names. But how rude of me not to
introduce myself. My name is Pzyxltmk. But you can call me 'Tim'. You met
my cousin, Mxyzptlk, a while ago. Sorry, MISTER Mxyzptlk. That's my
cousin, MISTER Formality."
"But you. . ."
"Look like your friend, Jimmy Olson? Neat, huh? I'm actually inside his
body, in a manner of speaking. Helps keep me more solidly in this dimension.
Oh, and don't think that 'get him to say his name backwards' trick's gonna
work on me. That's another reason Jimmy and I are so close. I learned from
Myxie's mistakes. I'M gonna be staying around for the long haul, buddy."
"So, you're planning on taking over the world. How are YOU going to
do it, considering how badly your cousin failed."
"Supey, I don't even know if I WANT to take over your world. You
realize how much paperwork there is for a world dictator to deal with?
Doesn't leave ANY time for fun. And that's what I'm here for, big boy. This
little planet of yours ain't gonna know what hit it! But first, I'm going to deal
with YOU. That was Myxie's biggest mistake. He just HAS to have an
audience. The stories I could tell you. . . If you knew what he made Caligula
and that horse do, you'd have a whole new appreciation for history, let me
tell you. Yeah, he HAD to have the whole Roman Empire watching THAT
one. Of course, orgies? My idea. Shame the Romans weren't more
imaginative, though. Believe me, what they did would give orgies a bad
name, if more people knew. Borrrr-ing! But what do you expect from the
people who invented bulimia. Vomitoriums, yuck! Hey, HEY, don't try using
your superpowers on me. Geez, you think I'm stupid enough to let you be
able to fry or freeze dry me?"
"Well, then, 'Tim', what ARE you going to do?"
"Ooooh, aren't WE crabby. Don't worry, Supes, I'm not going to kill you,
or even hurt you. That would be such a waste. OK, I'll give you a hint. It's
my middle name."
"Middle name?"
"Yes. Pzyxltmk is my full name. Pah Sexual Timk. But how, how, that's
the question." As he said this, the ersatz Jimmy began pacing back and forth.
"I could. . . no, too easy. Hmm, there is. . . no, that'd take too long.
Something exciting, like. . . oh, dammit, did that in Pompeii. And the
cleanup afterwords was a real bitch. . ." He stopped pacing, spun around and
examined the Man of Steel, narrowing his eyes in concentration. Suddenly,
his eyes shot open.
"It's been staring me in the face all the time! That ridiculous outfit! It's
like a kid's Halloween costume. And since you're dressed like a big kid. . ."
He began walking in a circle around the immobilized superhero, chanting in a
singsong voice,
Red and yellow, and also blue
Check out those tights, and that cape, too.
Dressed like a kid on Halloween
The biggest kid I'VE ever seen.
Well, as you're dressed, so shall you be;
Just like a child when you're with me!
An age before young boys are men. . .
Ah! More than eight, and less than ten!
Your life will never be the same
Because it's now a great big game.
You'll gladly do all that I say
On this and every other day.
When he finished, he stopped and faced Superman, then snapped his
fingers. His enchanted subject stumbled slightly forward, then looked up
with bright, childish eyes.
"Gee, Mr. Pizic. . . Pizicsal. . ."
"Oh, Clarkie, just call me Timmy, OK?"
"Sure, Timmy. That's lots easier! So what are we gonna do, huh,
Timmy?"
"We're going to play, Clarkie. Follow me, and we'll go to the playroom.
I've got a surprise for you there."
"A surprise? Oh, goodie, I love surprises!"
Superman willingly let himself be led up the stairs. In a few moments,
they had reached the end of the hallway and went through the open door
there.
Within, they found a large bedroom. The bed itself was at least three feet
wider than a normal king size bed. And at the foot of the bed was standing a
dark-skinned, well-built, and totally naked man, unmoving.
"Wow, Timmy, is that the surprise? Is it real?"
"Of course he's real, Clarkie. Don't you recognize him?"
"Hey, he looks like Bob, my neighbor! Why doesn't he have any clothes
on, Timmy? And why ain't he moving?"
"It's part of the game. But first . . .
Bobby's naked, that's very true
Because there's things for him to do
That work better with him undressed.
We don't want all his clothing messed!
Now Bobby joins the jamboree
A child as well, just like Clarkie!
An age before young boys are men. . .
He's more than eight, and less than ten!
His life will never be the same
Because it's now a great big game.
He'll gladly do all that I say
On this and every other day.
"And now, meet your new friend, Bobby." Another snap, and Bob
unfroze. He ran up to Superman and shook his hand.
"Hi, Clarkie. What a neat-o costume! Are we gonna play?"
"We sure are, Bobby! So, what are we gonna play, Timmy?"
"We're gonna play a game called 'Timmy Says'. It's like 'Simon Says', but
it's my own more fun version. So, are you ready to play, boys?"
"Yeah, Timmy!" the two men shouted.
"Alright. Timmy says, give each other a hug."
Without hesitation, they entered into a close embrace.
"Timmy says. . . taste each other's tongues."
An expression of puzzlement, then a smile, passed quickly across the
men's faces. Dean, momentarily breaking character, gave Justin a wink. In a
moment, Dean and Antonio's tongues were in each other's mouths, their
hands exploring each other's bodies. Dean's excitement was making itself
obvious, as his red spandex trunks expanded further. Antonio was grinding
his hardness into Dean's, the pre-cum staining the tights.
Justin was intoxicated by the spectacle. Two of the sexiest men in the
industry were letting him, Justin Whalin, completely control them. The
feeling of power, even though illusory, was extremely arousing. Justin began
taking off his clothes, so he could take a more active role in the fantasy.
"Oh, Bobby, the stuff from your wee-wee has gotten all over Clarkie's
costume. Well," Justin said, with a mock sigh, "I guess you're just going to
have to clean it. Timmy says, lick Clarkie's costume clean."
Antonio slowly ended the kiss and pulled away from Dean. He gave
Justin a frown, but there was a twinkle in his eyes showing how much he
was enjoying the fantasy. Antonio got down on his knees in front of Dean,
and began carrying out Justin's command. His tongue traced the outline of
Dean's erection through the spandex, licking off his own pre-cum in the
process. Soon, he was mouthing up and down, occasionally giving a playful
bite. With the tights on, Dean could not feel Antonio's teeth, only the
pressure. Dean's eyes closed and his head fell backwards, a moan of pleasure
escaping from him.
"Alright, Bobby. BOBBY! Timmy says, that's enough, now stand up."
Antonio reluctantly stopped and rose to his feet. Dean's eyes opened, still
slightly glazed with euphoria, and refocused on Justin, waiting for further
instructions.
"Now, Clarkie, it's your turn. Timmy says, clean Bobby's wee-wee, with
your mouth."
Dean let out an in-character 'Eeew!", then got down on his hands and
knees and began playfully licking Antonio's shaft. Justin, deciding it was time
to join in the fun, got on his hands and knees behind Antonio, and started
rimming him. The double onslaught sent dizzying waves of delight through
the Hispanic hunk. He bent forwards, laying against the broad, strong back
of the ‘superhero' in front of him for support. In the process, he made it
easier for Justin's tongue to probe even more deeply.
Antonio floated timelessly on the ocean of ecstasy the two men were
giving him. His groans grew louder, yet deeper. After a while, however, they
became higher pitched, indicating he was close to cumming. Justin stopped
his rimming, and said, "Timmy says, stop what you're doing, Clarkie, and sit
on the bed. And Bobby, don't you DARE let anything come out of your
wee-wee until I tell you! You sit on the bed, too."
Justin's timely intervention allowed Antonio to halt his incipient orgasm.
Both men's skins were glimmering with sweat, their breathing returning to
normal now that they were no longer so intensely stimulated.
After he judged them sufficiently recovered, Justin said, "OK, kids,
playtime's over. It's grown-up time now." He strolled up to the two of them
and put his hands on their foreheads.
Kids no more, now you are men.
Now things really will happen.
We're going to have some fun tonight
But let's make sure it's all just right.
Obey me, do all I require
Slaves to me and my desire
I own you both, mine to control
Submissive toys, your only goal
To please me, do you understand
Strong and proud, mine to command
Remember, me you must obey
on this and every other day.
With a snap, he activated the ‘spell', then said, "There now, that's better.
Now, boys, repeat after me. I am the property of Pzyxltmk."
Both men droned, "I am the property of Pzyxltmk."
"I will obey him completely."
"I will obey him completely."
"I will fulfill his every desire, eagerly and without question."
"I will fulfill his every desire, eagerly and without question."
"I will call Pzyxltmk 'Master'"
"I will call Pzyxltmk 'Master'"
"Good. That should do nicely. Now, Bob, get on the bed."
"Yes, Master!"
"Good boy. Lie on your back, and hang your head over the foot of the
bed."
"Yes, Master!"
"Very good. Now, I'm going to stick my dick in your mouth, and I want
you to give your Master the best blowjob you can, stud."
Antonio began devouring the dick in front of him enthusiastically. In a
short time, he was able to deepthroat it, the angle his head was at helping the
process, as Justin had planned.
"Oh, that's nice. You're a good little cocksucking slave, Bob. Now,
Superman, drop those tights, grease up that Kryptonian cock," he said,
tossing him a tube of lube he had gotten earlier from the night stand when
the two men had still been acting like children, "and fuck Bob. Be careful,
though! I don't want you to break him."
"Yes, Master!" This, of course, was what Dean had been waiting for. He
quickly took off the boots for the costume, so he could get the tights off
more easily. Soon, he was wearing only the blue skin tight top, the red and
gold 'S' symbol emblazoned across his broad chest, and his red cape draped
behind him.
Dean got on the bed, lifted Antonio's legs and put them on his shoulders.
Squeezing the tube, he applied the lubrication liberally to his own rod, and
Antonio's ass. It had been opened up somewhat already by Justin's earlier
rimming, so Dean slid smoothly into Antonio. It was everything he had
imagined, and more. Hot, smooth, and tight, Dean gave it the pounding he
had wanted to all night. Justin, looking at Dean, saw the pleasure on his face.
Their eyes would occasionally meet, then Dean's would almost roll back into
his head as his fucking became more vigorous. Both men were running their
hands over the sweat-soaked body between them, sometimes tweaking a
nipple and eliciting a guttural groan. Antonio felt like a pig at some lewd
luau, Dean and Justin the skewers (and screwers), roasting from the heat of
their combined passion, and doing everything he could to make them
marinade him in their hot juices.
This, however, was not Justin's ultimate plan. He pulled out of Antonio's
mouth, and ordered, "That's enough, Superman. Stand up, both of you, and
go sit on the bed, Bob."
"Yes, Master!" the two men said almost in unison. In a few moments,
they had complied. Once again, Justin had managed to stop either man from
cumming. He was enjoying prolonging their ecstasy, and his.
"Now, Superman, give me that lube. Good. Now, I'm going to get both
your dicks nice and slick. That feels good, doesn't it?" said Justin, loving the
feel of their hard, pulsing manhood. "Up and down. No, no, no, don't cum
yet. That's better. Alright, boys, I want you to fuck me. At the same time."
Both men's eyes widened, but they quickly said, "Yes, Master."
Justin, still holding Antonio's dick, pushed it down as he sat on the other
man's lap, the rigid member laying against Justin's ass. He wrapped his hands
around Antonio's neck, and his legs around his waist.
Now firmly anchored, he commanded, "Alright, Bob, stand up."
Antonio took a moment to adjust to the new center of gravity, then
carefully stood. His thighs were bulging from the effort, but Antonio was in
great shape, and Justin was not that heavy.
Justin hitched himself up Antonio's chest a bit. He then said, "OK,
Superman, come over here and stand behind me." Justin twisted around to
watch the apparently entranced Man of Steel walk up to him. Justin's own
boner was wedged firmly between his own chest and Antonio's. The feeling
alone almost made him cum.
"Now, Supey, grab Bob's dick and yours and hold them together. Good,
very good. Now, I'm going to lower myself. Make sure they both go in, big
boy."
"Yes, Master!" Dean couldn't believe it. This was better than anything he
had thought of. He had no regrets about allowing Justin to join in the
evening's fun.
"Alright, I'm lowering myself. I can feel them. Oh, my god, they're going
in. Uuuuuuunnh!"
As the heads of both men's cocks entered Justin, an involuntary shiver
went through both men. His downward progress was steady, and shortly
both of them were inside Justin totally. A sigh escaped from all of them.
"Oh, OK. Supey, help Bob hold me up." Dean, his hands now free,
hugged Justin's chest, supporting some of the young man's weight. "That's,
that's good. Now, fuck me, boys. Fuck me like there's no tomorrow."
With Dean's help, Antonio was easily able to carry Justin. The two men
made small thrusts, getting used to their unusual position. As they grew
more accustomed, their fucking became more frenetic. Justin was also
bobbing up and down, squeezing his ass muscles as tightly as he could,
milking the two powerful organs inside him.
After a few minutes, sweat was pouring off them from the exertion.
Justin, realizing they couldn't last much longer, said, "My, my slaves, on the
count of 3, you will both cum. Do you un-un-understand?"
"Y-y-yes, Master!"
"On the count of three." Justin let go of Antonio's neck, reached back,
and clenched his hands behind Dean's neck, turning his head to see him.
"One, twoooooo, threeeeeeeee!"
The pent up jism exploded out of Antonio and Dean, filling Justin. This
triggered Justin's orgasm, cum jetting out, hitting Antonio under his chin and
falling back down to drip on both men's chests. As he came, Justin roughly
kissed Dean, their tongues wrestling as he worked his ass to siphon the cum
from them.
Antonio, finally overwhelmed by the strain of carrying Justin and the
potency of his own orgasm, felt his legs starting to buckle, even as he kept
slamming into Justin. He fell to the floor, pulling Dean down with him.
Somehow, they both managed to stay inside Justin, partly because he didn't
want to let them go.
Gradually, Dean and Antonio stopped their ravaging of Justin's ass.
Panting, they held each other close, heat radiating from their skin, the carpet
beneath them drenched, the smell of sweat and cum filling the air. Justin, at
last, whispered, "So, was it good for you, too, Dean? Tony?"
Dean said, "Justin, that was . . . that was . . . oh, MAN, that was fucking
fantastic!"
"And a fantastic fuck!" added Antonio. "You better keep him around.
And I thought YOU were out of this world, Dean!" So saying, he pulled
Justin's face closer and gave him an fervent kiss.
"OK, kids. Kids?" said Dean. Reluctantly, Antonio and Justin broke their
kiss. "I think we could ALL use a shower."
"Righty-o, Dean." Justin said. He eased himself off the two men, their
dicks popping loose, their cum trickling out as he stood. As the other two
got up, Justin grabbed their still stiff members. "Come on, you two. The
night is young, and so are we. Let's get cleaned up for round two."
Antonio looked at Dean incredulously. "Doesn't he EVER stop?"
"Eventually. He IS kind of like the Energizer bunny. Maybe I should have
warned you." said Dean, shaking his head, grinning.
Later (after several blowjobs, a 69 daisy chain, and the use of three
sexual positions that somehow never made it into the Kamasutra), the three
men lay together on Dean's spacious bed, exhausted.
"Thank God it's the weekend. I KNOW I won't be able to stand for a
while, much less work." said Dean.
"Yeah. I think it's time for get some rest." Justin said, yawning.
"The boy has limits! I didn't think it was possible." teased Antonio.
"Hey, watch it with those 'boy' cracks. . ."
"Well, I, for one, WAS paying attention to one boy's 'crack' in particular"
said Dean, giving Justin's butt a playful swat.
". . .You're only a couple of years older than me, you know." Justin
continued, ignoring Dean's interruption. "Still, thank you, both, for pushing
me beyond my limits." Justin yawned again, then got under the covers,
snuggling between the two men.
"Alright. Good night, Justin. Night, Tony."
"Night, Dean. Night, Justin."
"G'Night, John boy." said Justin dreamily. Before they knew it, they were
all asleep, enveloped in each other's arms.
* * * * * * * * * *
Antonio and Dean had a few one-on-one sessions during the shooting of
the episode, and Justin found his solitary opportunity to show Antonio how
glad he was that he was guesting on the show. These encounters were great,
but the night with Justin and Dean was one that Antonio would remember
for a very long time. Afterwards, whenever Dean saw the 'Bob and Carol
and Lois and Clark" episode, he would get hard instantly.
The private wrap party for the episode, at Dean's house, though, was
something special, too. He STILL couldn't believe what had happened at the
pool with those other five guys . . .
But that, as they say, is another story.