Date: Wed, 18 Feb 2004 16:14:22 -0800
From: Backlash29 x <backlash29@hotmail.com>
Subject: kennys-tale

Kenny's Tale

Disclaimer: This story is about men having sex with men. If that's not your
thing or you're too young to read it, please leave now. The author has no
knowledge of Justin Timberlake's or Colin Farrell's sexuality, and has
written this purely as a work of erotic fantasy fiction. Enjoy!

KENNY'S TALE

by Backlash29

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My name is Kenny. I'm 19 and live in Florida. This story takes place last
summer, when I was just out of high school and trying to figure out how to
pass the time before starting up college in the fall.

You might recall that Florida is the home state of many of the boybands that
have dominated the airwaves over the past several years. Some members of
N'Sync and 98 Degrees were either born here or spent time here during their
youth. Backstreet Boys, the band that started it all, formed when all five
members were in high school in my state. Justin Timberlake was born in
Memphis but is known to spend time in Florida, visiting various family
members and friends.

About me: I'm goodlooking, gay, and slightly shy. I've had dreams about
different movie stars and boyband members for years, and I always fantasize
about running into someone famous, but it never happened to me until now.
Before this encounter I'd had a few sexual experiences, mostly just messing
around with other friends my age, but enough to know what I really liked.

This story is about the first time I ever spotted a celebrity in the flesh,
and how I acted against my shy impulses to actually meet him and hang out.
It resulted in the most fantastic experience of my young life!

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I was walking to work in the downtown district of the major Florida city
where I work. I got a temp job through a family friend to make some extra
cash. It was dull work but it got me out of the house.

Anyway, I stopped to get a coffee and as I got my change, out the window in
the distance I saw a hot man step out of a cab and duck into the back door
of a building. I later figured out that this was the service entrance to a
grand hotel. What struck me was how much the man looked like Colin Farrell.
Colin was (and still is) one of my favorite actors. His movies are awesome
and he is one of the sexiest men on the screen.

Not eager to get to get to work, I decided to sit outside the coffee shop
for a few minutes and see if the man reappeared. I was ready to give up when
the door opened again, and the man stepped out, lighting a cigarette and
leaning back against the concrete wall, one knee raised and bent in a casual
pose. He was dressed in dark, tight jeans with a simple T-shirt that clung
to his slight, well-muscled frame. Very nice.

The guy was in an alley that led onto a small parking lot, where service and
delivery vehicles came and went. From my vantage point I realized that the
steps where this guy stood were mostly invisible from the street. I was
probably sitting in the only location where you could actually see anyone
come or go. Then I noticed that, as he smoked, this guy was looking around,
slightly anxious, as if he didn't want to be spotted. He was probably just
getting a quick smoke there because it wasn't allowed inside.

I started to wonder if this could actually be Colin, in the flesh. The
resemblance was uncanny. He had a dark buzzcut (this was around the time
"The Recruit" was released), thick brows, deep brown eyes, and that same
sexy permanent scowl that oozes sex appeal to all that catch his attention.
That's when I realized that as I was staring, even from fifty feet away, I
had INDEED caught this stud's attention. He focused intently on me as he
continued puffing the cigarette. My heart leapt in my chest. I'd rarely been
cruised by anyone before, much less a swarthy look-alike of a famous, sexy
young actor. Why was he watching me?

Nervously, I dumped my coffee in the trash and prepared to walk away. My
instinct told me to run, but something made me look back at the hunk one
last time. I expected him to be looking the other direction, but his gaze
was still fixed on me, and now he was even offering a sexy smile. It had to
be him. He looked just like Colin Farrell! That smile, those lips, those
eyes...oh my god, now he was motioning me over...

What should I do? I had no idea. As if on auto-pilot, I crossed the street
over to the alley, nearly getting hit by traffic in my lustful stupor. Soon
I found myself standing at the foot of the concrete steps where this
magnificent stud peered down at me, still smiling.

"Hey kid," he said. "What's up?"

There was a tinge of an accent in his voice. Yep, it was an Irish brogue. No
shit!

I didn't want to look stupid in front of such a sexy man, but I had to ask.
"Um, are you...?"

His eyes darted around me quickly. "Yeah, kid, I am. I don't want lots of
attention, though." Quickly, he dropped his cigarette onto the concrete
platform and stomped it out. "Just wondering what you're up to. A friend and
I have a suite in the hotel together. Thought you might want to stop up and
join us for a bit?"

Still in a daze, I nodded, climbing the steps and following him back inside
the door and into the building. He wrapped his arm around my shoulders, in a
buddy-buddy way that made me shiver with excitement. Silently, we strolled
through several passages that made up the kitchen and service areas of the
hotel, stopping finally at a single elevator that appeared to be used mostly
for freight and food carts. Colin led me into it, and pressed the button for
the hotel's uppermost floor.

Once we were in the elevator, I got up the nerve to look him in the eye once
more. He was still smiling. "Don't be nervous, mate," he offered. "We're
pretty easygoing, my friend and I. We just like the company of young bucks
like yourself. Nothing at all that you don't want to do, we promise. Are you
in?"

Finally, I managed to smile myself. "Uh, sure, Colin," I said. "I...would
love to hang out for a while."

The biggest surprise, of course, was yet to come. We exited the elevator
into a storage room, at which point Colin used his cell phone to call his
friend in the room. "I got us a mate, mate," he said cheerfully. "Look out
the peephole in the door and tell me when the coast is clear." We waited a
few seconds, and then Colin said: "Fine." He clapped the phone shut, and
hurried me out of the storage room into the hotel's hallway, where we jogged
together to the end of the hall and stopped in front of a set of double
doors.

"In here," Colin invited me, waving his cardkey at the reader and pushing
the door wide open.

I stepped around him into a beautiful set of rooms, with a stunning view
over the city and down to the water. After Colin shut the door, I heard a
voice behind me say: "Man, Colin, he's cute. You did well!"

The voice seemed familiar somehow, but I had no idea where I might know it
from. Slowly I turned, and before me, standing next to Colin and matching
the sweet, sexy smile on his face, was Justin Timberlake.

I'm sure my jaw dropped. "Uh...uh-mm..." I stammered in disbelief.

"Welcome, buddy. Don't be shy. What's your name?"

"Kenny," I managed to say. I felt faint from the erotic possibility of being
here with these two dream men.

"Sit down, Kenny," Justin said gently, motioning me toward the sofa. "Colin
and I want to make you feel really special. Just relax, and leave everything
up to us."

Numb with shock, I obeyed. I felt disconnected from my whole body, except
for one part--the raging hard-on that was growing inside my casual slacks.
As I took my place on the sofa, both men joined me, one sitting on either
side. They each put an arm around me, and I felt Colin's strong hand rubbing
my chest ad Justin felt his way around my crotch.

"Is he enjoying this, you think, Justin?" Colin asked.

Justin wrapped his hand around my hard seven inches through the fabric of my
khakis and gave it a squeeze. "Oh yeah, man," he replied. "I'd say he's
ready for anything we've got to give him."

My head was pulled toward Colin, and before I knew what was happening, he
planted his lips on me for a sweet, wet kiss. His touch was softer and more
gentle than I would have imagined, and I melted underneath him, finally able
to surrender all of my tension to these two incredible studs. I reached up
with both hands and pulled Colin's whole head toward me, intensifying the
kiss, vaguely aware that Justin was unbuttoning my pants and tugging them
off my legs. When the kiss broke, I glanced down and got the thrill of my
life: Justin had taken his place between my naked legs and pulled the
elastic on my underwear forward, and was preparing to lower his sweet,
famous mouth onto my spurting teen-age cock.

A second later, my cock was inside his mouth, and Colin was kissing me
again. The rush of feelings was almost too much. Our kiss broke again, this
time because I was involuntarily moaning from the pleasure Justin gave me
with his lips and tongue. Colin kept his sweet face near me, unbuttoning my
dress shirt and kissing his way down my neck and chest. He nipped gently at
my skin as he went along, not hard enough to cause pain but enough to
stimulate my skin like an electric charge. He licked my nipples and rubbed
me all over with his free hand, as I moaned and pulled Justin's sucking
mouth up and down on my cock.

Before long we had stood up and were headed into a nearby bedroom. Both
hunks got naked and reclined on the king-sized bed. I too removed what was
left of my clothing, then walked over to the bed to join them. I was still
nervous, but my raging hormones were taking over. "What should I do?" I
asked.

"Come lie between us," Justin said softly. I obeyed. As I crawled onto the
bed, Colin said: "Justin loves a good tongue bath. So do I. Maybe you want
to take turns on each of us, and show us what you've got?"

I didn't need to be told twice. Justin's nude body produced an instinctive
reaction toward licking, anyway. I got on all fours over his lithe frame,
and began by nuzzling his neck with licks and kisses, just as Colin had just
been doing to me. Justin responded gloriously to this, hugging me to him and
groaning with ecstasy, his eyes shut and his soft hands pulling against my
back. Gradually I worked my way down his body, kissing his shoulders, his
cute little biceps, his flawless midsection, his rippled abs.

Then, I was at his cock. I'm not a size queen (not really) but this was a
sight to behold: twelve glorious inches, a huge slab of boyband meat that
was deliciously out of proportion to the rest of him. I'd read the rumors on
the Web--now I knew it was true! I couldn't wait to wrap my lips around it,
to make it cum, to feel it all the way up my ass.

"Pretty amazing, eh?" Colin chimed in. He was stroking his own impressive
cock and making out with Justin as I applied my oral worship to the singer's
body. "That's the reason Justin and I get together so often. He can't live
without my sweet mouth and ass, and I need to feel that cock in me every
chance I get."

Colin went back to kissing Justin, leaving me to figure out what to do with
this amazing specimen of meat. It was nearly the size of my forearm. I'd
sucked a few cocks before, but nothing like this. Tentatively, I held the
giant head up to my lips and stroked the base a few times. A few
intoxicating rivulets of precum oozed out from the slit. As soon as I
smelled that I shut my eyes and smiled a heavenly smile. My mouth opened
wide, and within moments I was doing my best to return the favor for
Justin's fabulous blowjob on the sofa.

As it was, I could only get four or five inches inside my mouth. This cock
was incredible thick in addition to being inhumanly long. Justin seemed to
enjoy my efforts, though, and I definitely loved sucking that big celebrity
prick. After a brief blowjob I continued my tongue bath, licking fervently
down Justin's fine, sexy legs, the light hairiness of them matted with the
combination of spit, sweat and juices from his giant cock.

After that, it was time to treat Colin to the same pleasure. The famous duo
continued heavily making out, their arms wrapped around each other, as I
gratefully continued in the role of guest boy, serving them with oral
pleasure. Colin's skin was different, the hair on his legs more coarse, and
overall his body smelled and tasted different from Justin's. Just as
wonderful, but different. When I reached his cock and started sucking, he
broke the kiss with Justin and grabbed the back of my head, saying
enthusiastically: "Oh yeah Kenny, suck my cock boy, that's so good...really
blow me good, you look so hot doing that, now..."

I love it when a stud top verbally encourages me, so dutifully I stepped up
the pace on my blowjob. Colin had about nine inches, not quite a cock I can
deep-throat but I gave it my all and got as close as I could. He seemed
appreciative, offering grunts and whines of pure pleasure as Justin
continued nibbling at his neck and ears. I was posed like a submissive slut,
crouched between Colin's knees and looking up at his lustful, handsome
grimace as my lips and tongue made their way up and down his slick, tasty
rod.

"Oh shit, I can't cum yet," he said all at once, pushing me gently away. "Oh
fuck, Kenny, that feels so good. Why don't you lick my balls and my as for a
while...?"

There was nothing I wanted more. I sucked his egg-sized nuts, slathering
them with spit and rolling them gingerly over my tongue, as he and Justin
went back to making out like a couple of horny teenagers. Then I was aware
of Colin raising his legs slightly off the bed. Taking the hint, I hoisted
his thighs high and pressed them forward against his gorgeous chest,
exposing his winking butthole, coated all around its perimeter with dense,
sweaty fur. Hungry for male pussy, I pushed my face into the pucker, tasting
its clean manliness and pressing my tongue against it in frantic, lapping
strokes.

Colin cried like a hyena as I gave pleasure to his most intimate spot.
Breathlessly breaking the kiss with Justin once again, he moaned: "Oh fuck
yes, Kenny, oh yes-s-s...eat me, eat my hole..."

Justin reached over and stroked the back of my head approvingly. "You know,
Kenny," he purred, "I just fucked that sweet hole with my big dick an hour
ago, and I gave Colin a nice big load of pent-up cum. Maybe if you lick nice
and deep you'll taste a little of me inside his ass..."

Drunk with cum lust, I dove in as deep as I could, following Justin's
advice. After a few more moments I swore I did actually taste fresh cum in
Colin's ass, but it might have just been the power of suggestion. In any
case, Colin's hole was opening nicely now. But, I preferred to get fucked,
and there was no way I was going to spend the morning in bed with Colin
Farrell and not feel his Irish cock buried deep inside my ass.

Taking a bit of control over the situation, I got our from between Colin's
legs and flopped myself forward on a free portion of the bed. I know I have
a great ass that's hard for guys to turn down, so I pushed it up in the air
suggestively, saying: "Please, Colin...I want you to fuck me...I want both
you guys to fuck my ass!"

Colin didn't move at first, but Justin responded by crawling over to me and
kneeling on the mattress behind me spread legs and cheeks. I felt his hands
gently rubbing my firm teen-age butt, followed by the magical sensation of
his pretty mouth against my hole, and his flickering tongue working its way
inside me.

"Oh-h-h...oh, fuck, oh yes...Justin, yes-s-s..." I couldn't believe I was
getting rimmed by Justin Timberlake.

After a few minutes of licking, Justin pulled back. "Man, that's a sweet
hole, Colin. I think we should fuck it, just like Kenny says. Do you want to
go first, or should I?"

"You go first," Colin said. "I love watching your big rod go in and out of
these hot young guys we pick up."

My ass was stretched as wide as a virgin girl's pussy as I felt Justin's
huge bone make its way up my ass. As I said, I'd been fucked before, but
never by anything so huge as this. To tell the truth, if it hadn't been the
boyband superstar himself, I probably would have said no. But knowing it was
him helped me through the initial pain, until before long I felt his soft
pubic hair against my ass cheeks, and I knew I had twelve whole inches of
Justin Timberlake cock all the way up my hungry ass.

He started by just moving it and out a little bit, and I was grateful for
his restraint. He probably fucked enough guys and girls on the road to know
that even the most experienced ones needed time to work up to being full-on
fucked by his massive bone. I laid my head on its side and focused on
breathing. In this position, I had a perfect view of Colin, reclining sexily
in the dim room, pulling lazily on his own dripping hard-on. This was the
peak of my sexual experience in my young life thus far: feeling Justin
Timberlake's gigantic cock working its way in and out of my tender young
asshole, while watching Colin Farrell beat off, and knowing he was the next
one in line to give pleasure to my cock-hungry hole.

Before I knew it, Justin was slamming my ass full-throttle. I was amazed
with his slender frame that he even had the ability to piston as far in and
out of me as he did. With every stroke, he pulled his foot-long wang almost
the whole way out of my ass, and then pushed the whole thing back in again.
At a rate of two or three full strokes per second, I barely had any way to
react, other than to lie there and enjoy it.

I reached down to touch my own cock, and as soon as I wrapped my right hand
around it, Justin hit my prostate. The force of his fucking pushed my own
cock in and out of my hand, and within a few strokes I was blasting my teen
jizz all over the bed. As I did this, my ass clasped down on Justin's huge
rod, and as my orgasm reached its peak I suddenly felt the deluge of Justin'
hot cum way up inside my ass as well.

"That was so hot," Colin said as Justin collapsed on my back and we both
caught our breaths. "But I'm gonna cum any second...Kenny, if you want to
feel this, you better get your ass on my cock right away!"

Justin fell to one side in my puddle of cum as I scrambled to get on Colin's
dick. My ass was well-lubed and dripping cum all over as I squatted over
Colin's nine inches and lowered my hungry ass onto his cock. As I gave him a
good ride, he struggled visibly to hold back his orgasm. I leaned forward
and kissed him sensuously. I wanted to feel him moan in my mouth as his big
cock filled my boy-toy ass with his seed.

And that's just what I got. Holding off for that long made Colin's orgasm
that much more explosive, and I felt him shoot wad after wad after wad of
sticky celebrity cum into my well-greased chute, his sperm mingling with
Justin's as it flowed out of my ass and down his pole with every outward
thrust. I couldn't believe I was in bed with two of the world's sexiest
stars--and now both of them had cum up my ass!

Then I was aware of Justin behind me, pulling my shoulders slightly to one
side. Colin, too, took my midsection in his hands and helped me dismount his
cock. "A little tradition of ours," he said, still out of breath. "Lie on
your back and spread your legs. We love to rim a stud bottom boy and eat our
fresh cum."

No argument here. These guys were hot and nasty! I relaxed on my back next
to Colin, pulling my legs back so they hugged my chest. Cum was oozing out
of me, but both hunks got in position as quickly as possible between my
legs, and immediately I felt their tongues on my hole and my inner legs,
slurping up as much of the precious fluid as they could get. Each took turns
sticking their tongue inside me, as the other simply lapped up the juices
that had already escaped and tongue-bathed the most sensitive parts of my
legs.

"Oh fuck...oh man, that's good...that feels so-o-o good..." I moaned. Justin
and Colin responded with their own grunts of approval and satisfaction as
they deliriously sucked and licked and prodded to get all the cum they
could. I'd heard that fresh cum tastes great out of a just-fucked ass, but
these guys...who knew?

By the time they had licked me clean, I was ready to be fucked again. This
time Colin did the honors once again, but he had me lie on my side as he
spooned behind me and worked his newly hard cock inside my ass. This gave
Justin room to kneel behind Colin, perpendicular to the Irish stud, and work
his own monster dick into Colin's sweet ass at a ninety-degree angle. Colin
yelled and moaned and swore as Justin's cock took its place inside his ass,
and I felt Colin's dick in me get even longer and harder as Justin
penetrated him from the other side. And then we were off and fucking: Justin
in Colin, Colin in me, like a machine.

It took the guys longer to cum this time, of course, and they got no
complaint from me. When they finally did cum, Justin and Colin once again
lapped up the juice from my hole (just Colin's load, this time) and then
Justin invited me to sample the same pleasure from Colin's ass as well. This
was a first for me, but I definitely loved it. I will forever savor the
image of Colin Farrell on his back in that hotel bed, holding his legs up to
his chest, writhing in ecstasy as I helped eat Justin Timberlake's fresh
cumload out of his hole.

Finally, we took a break. "I gotta get going," Colin said. "I've got a plan
to catch in a little over an hour."

"What about you, Kenny? Are you rushing off?" Justin asked. "I've got a
couple more hours free."

Holy shit, I'd forgotten totally about work. "Um, not really," I replied. As
usual, I was in no hurry to get to that office. "I can call work and make an
excuse to be there later."

Justin and I remained on the cum-coiled bed and kissed tenderly as Colin
took a shower. Fifteen or so minutes later, he appeared at the bedroom door
again. "Well, boys, it was fun, as usual," he said. "Kenny, you're a real
sporting boy. I think Justin and I will look you up again the next time
we're both in town."

"Deal," I said, as Justin kissed my chest.

Then Colin left, and it was just the superstar singer and me. We made out a
while longer, and then he looked up soulfully into my eyes and asked: "What
now? Tell me something else you enjoy."

I felt butterflies, and smiled a sappy grin. Having someone as beautiful as
Justin ask such a thing was enough to make a boy like me almost die from
sheer happiness. What did I want now? I wanted to run away forever with this
beautiful creature, to always be with him, to wake up next to him every day
and kiss him and fuck him and be his lover every day until the end of time.
But I knew that really wasn't realistic.

"Hm, let's see," I said playfully, pondering the question. "I really
like...getting fucked in the shower."

As I said the words, I saw Justin's cock leap. He smiled, and rubbed his
growing twelve-inch boyband erection against my naked thigh. "You got it,"
he said sweetly. "Your wish is my command."

He hopped up from the bed just then, and I saw his sweet ass disappear into
the adjoining bathroom. The shower started, and I realized I couldn't wipe
the silly smile off my face, no matter how hard I tried. This was the best
experience of my life. College started in two months, and all this would be
a distant memory. I couldn't tell the story to anyone, because who would
ever believe it?

But now, I only had a few hours left to enjoy it, which didn't leave much
time to ponder my fate. In the next room was a delicious young man with a
twelve-inch cock, waiting for me to join him. With a deep breath, I got up
off the bed, matted my sweaty body with a nearby towel, and followed the
column of steam into the hotel suite's bath area, ready to explore the next
scene in my sexual adventure.

THE END

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What do you think? Feedback and suggestions? backlash29@hotmail.com

My other stories are: "Ryan's Hole", "Ryan Goes Down", "40 Days and 39
Nights", "Enrique, Justin and Eminem", "Swimslut" and "Bulletproof Hunk" in
Gay/Celebrities; "Seann and Justin" in Gay/Celebrities/Boy Bands; "Group
House", "Birthday Slut", "Frat Slut Gangbang" and "Substitute Slut" in
Gay/College; "Week-end Hotel Party" in Gay/Encounters; "Slutty Lil' Bro" in
Gay/Incest; "Cup of Joe" in Gay/Authoritarian; and "Buttsex Junkie" in
Bisexual/Beginnings.