Date: Fri, 04 Aug 2000 17:23:47 GMT
From: Davey R <chunkblossom@hotmail.com>
Subject: Malibu Beach House-1

This is a completely fictional story and involves completely fictional
versions of each of the celebrities involved. It doesn't imply anything
about their real-life sexuality.


We arrived at the beach house early in the evening. Despite the highly
exclusive nature of these things, there's always a big turnout. That night
there were even more people than usual. The guest of honour was obviously
pretty popular. The atmosphere was highly charged, everyone was excited.

As was always the case with these parties, the guests tended at first to
separate into different rooms and different cliques. Hanging around the
glass-walled front room of the house were the newcomers, those who'd most
recently joined the privileged ranks. They were, as you'd expect, the most
excitable of all. Chattering and trembling, partly with intimidation, partly
impatience. Mostly these were relatively new studio execs who'd been waiting
three or four years for their first invite to an evening like this. There
were also a couple of rich Bel Air kids who'd gotten in thanks to their
parent's wealth and influence.

In the next room - a hugely spacious lounge - were those who had a bit more
experience in these affairs. That was where my group and I stood, among the
thirty- and fortysomething executives and businessmen. Most of the room was
male, but there were a couple of women there who got off on watching this
kind of thing. There was a lot more confidence and composure in the main
room than the outer porch. You might even say there was a boardroom
atmosphere with men chugging Martinis and discussing stock options. However,
to provide a bit of silver screen titillation there were also a couple of
movie actors present. Ryan Phillippe was there, along with Brad Renfro. Both
these guys were smartly dressed in suits, standing in the corner smoking
cigarettes and smiling softly. Ryan was there as a real guest for the first
time; he'd been 'guest of honour' himself at the last party. You should have
seen the way Brad went at him that time.

I saw Brad's sexy lips turn up into a smirk several times in that first
hour. He was perhaps remembering his encounter with Ryan last time. But more
likely he was thinking about the fun ahead this evening.

In the study were the oldest members - and some of the founders - of the
casting couch group. Studio heads and extraordinarily powerful businessmen,
mainly. Some of them had been attending these quarterly evenings since the
mid-sixties. Sometimes they didn't want to join in the action at all, only
to watch. However, when one of them got the urge, they took precedence.
Mostly they were gracious enough to let you finish what you'd started.

See, the Casting Couch parties were a little tradition in Hollywood. They
were sort of the test of those actors who really wanted to be stars.
Not that they were forced into anything. They were simply told who to speak
to if they ever did want to volunteer themselves for one of the parties.
This was the deal - the actor would be given a big part in a surefire
blockbuster. In return, he would offer his body to the group for the
evening. Those who really wanted to be stars enjoyed the attention anyway,
so having all the lust in the room directed at them was a treat. Generally,
it was only pride that held them back. For a while.

Tonight's guest had resisted for a couple of years. Which was pretty
standard, but it had been a painful wait for many of us, because he was just
so damn sexy.

At eight pm, he arrived. It's a kind of tradition to pay no attention to the
guest when he first arrives.

I had to try really hard, though. If you want to get me really stiff there's
only two words you need to say -

'Andrew' 'Keegan'

He didn't disappoint us, either. Came through that door in a clinging white
vest and black pants. You might have seen him dressed that way in the Ten
Things movie. The vest showed off the slimness of his waist, contrasting
with the width of his shoulder and arms. And the white showed up the
darkness of his features and his gelled black hair.
He looked probably as nervous as someone like him is capable of looking,
which is not very. His face had a kind of in-built arrogance.
He went over to his friend Brad to speak. For tonight, though, Brad was not
looking at him as a friend. He was checking him out greedily.

I must admit that I was one of the first to break the 'casual' illusion. My
cock was one of the first up. And there was no way to disguise it. I wasn't
alone, mind you, and that was the point of the evening anyway.

The point? Okay.

Around eight-thirty, with the summer sun setting over the beach outside, we
all gathered into the main lounge. Andrew seemed to guess that the fun was
about to start, but I saw Brad whisper gently in his ear to confirm. Brad
was running his fingers over his own crotch as he spoke. This guy was his
friend normally, but the testosterone in the atmosphere was changing things
and he was looking at him now purely as a piece of ass.

Slowly, the gathered members of the group drew back to the walls and corners
of the room, leaving a great pocket of space in the center of the floor.
Naturally enough, Andrew moved back with the crowd too.
Brad smiled grimly and put the palm of his hand against the small of his
friend's back. He pushed Andrew forward with surprising force, so that he
almost fell over. Like a coiled spring, Brad. I enjoyed the look of surprise
on Andrew's face. Then it dawned on him fully that it was time to begin.

The low, slow drumbeat started and the sexy stud began to sway. His eyes
darted about at first, looking at all the guys looking at him. After a
couple of moments, he began looking nowhere in particular; probably
pretending we weren't there like an actor pretends the camera isn't there.
And then his movements really started. He ran his hands over his slim waist,
tipping his head back and half-closing his eyes. Andrew Keegan, handling his
own body and running his hands up over his torso, touching his own broad
shoulders.

Then he cupped his hands behind his neck and up to the back of his head,
entangling his gorgeous black hair between his fingers and flexing his meaty
biceps. Oh yeah, this was going to be fantastic; this was going to be
fucking fantastic. Most of the men around the room were unzipping their
flies already, some were groaning with pleasure. Andrew responded to this
well, turning round and round to give everyone a good view, putting his
fingers through his hair and swaying his ass provocatively. His lips kept
parting and closing, and he started to breathe heavily, erotically, perhaps
because of the increasing heat in the room.

"Oh yeah... the shirt, Andy", someone whispered, "Take off the shirt"
The hunky tease obeyed, but for long, long moments drove us crazy by
rippling it around the edge of his waist and then letting go again, letting
us see only the smallest flashes of his flat stomach, before covering it up
again. Then he crossed his muscular arms and gripped the shirt at each side,
pulling it up over his torso and over his head, stretching his arms rigidly
and letting us see his slender naked waist and gorgeous back.
Then the shirt was off and dropped to the floor, and his well-defined upper
body was there for all to see and want. There was an aggressive, masculine
groan around the room as we looked at him, and as he swayed and fondled
himself some more, feeling his own muscular chest, and the biceps of the
opposing arms and, the tight waist.

And then he bent over as he pulled down his pants. He bent over slowly and
erotically, and stayed that way so that he became simply one gorgeous ass
sticking up in the air and just waiting for one of these rigid boners to
enter it.

As excited as I was, I was prepared to wait my turn. I wanted to see the
other guys taking him first; I wanted to see what he looked like after being
penetrated by other men. That was the Andrew Keegan I wanted to fuck.

The first guy to go forward was Karl, a thirtysomething studio executive
with cold, steely eyes and a dick as rigid as iron. He'd stripped off his
shirt too, and was revealing an almost unhealthily well-developed upper
body. He was really into himself, and really into the idea of impaling this
sexy young hunk on his great big cock and showing him who was boss.

But first he took out a tube of baby oil, poured some on his hands, and
began to smear it all over Andrew. All over his broad back, and all down his
strong legs, and reaching round the front to coat his chest and his stomach
with the stuff. It made the sexy strong body glisten, showed up all the
contours in the back and shoulders. Oh yes, this was my first sight of
Andrew Keegan being handled by an older guy, and I fucking loved it. I loved
even more when he smeared great globs of lubricant around you know where.

Karl took a step back and smiled in satisfaction at his work, and in
anticipation of entering this shining muscular body. His cock might have
hardened even more if it were possible. As it was, the boner was incredibly
long and wide already. Karl was in this business purely for the hard, savage
fucking it involved, for the wide array of sexy, trashy people he met day in
and day out. There was a rumour that the massive size of his cock had been
made achieved by surgical means. But you couldn't really tell whether that
was true. The only scars you were likely to see would be right up inside any
ass that that thing was rammed into too vigorously.

Karl's enormous cock head was closing in on Andrew's ass cheeks now. Andrew
was still bent right over so that we couldn't see his face. Whether that was
because of shame, excitement, or just as a means of teasing and arousing us,
who knows. But Karl was reaching out to fondle his back now, or rather to
stroke it with the palm of his hands like he was trying to see something in
a crystal ball. His hands slid around over the slippery surface of the back,
and I had to hold on to the top of my erection to keep myself from coming as
I saw Andrew Keegan so suddenly transformed into one great lubricated
asshole ready and waiting for cock.

Andrew's hair was a real sexy sight too, all kind of messed up and hanging.
Because it was gelled, it was just as shiny and inviting, as lubricated as
the rest of him.

Karl's cock head forced its way between the buttocks. Oh yeah, this was the
moment when the hot teen hunk would be penetrated for the first time, and by
the most gigantic boner in the room too.
Karl held more tightly onto the waist. He grinned. This was it and we all
knew it, and we knew that Andrew knew it too. The room went quiet.

Everyone heard the thud of flesh against flesh, of body into body, as the
cock went in. The next thing we heard was a massive gasp from Andrew's
throat. It felt good to hear that carnal cry come from his mouth, and even
better to see his head lift up. His eyes were scrunched up, his mouth wide
open, as a man fucked his beefy butt for the first time.

Karl pulled at the waist and thrust forward, pushing his way further and
further in, and savouring each new gasp from the lovely teen star as he made
his way in. Andrew let out such huge cries each time; it was as if the great
cock was knocking the air out of his body. The cock thrust into him again
and again, and he had to collapse forward onto his hands and knees so as not
to be pushed over by it. Karl tore his pants fully off and climbed right on
top of the sexy fucker's back, grabbing onto his shoulders now, and
breathing heavily against the back of his head, into his dark and slightly
curling hair as his dick tore through him.

Andrew grunted and groaned in amazement, clutching at the hard floor as if
he needed something to hold on to. Oh yes, this is you, Andrew. This is you
getting fucked.
Karl was having a damned good time, grinning triumphantly like predator on
prey. He shoved his big cock in as far as it would go, and that was very
very far, and he fucked and fucked and fucked until he exploded a giant
bucketload of burning cum right inside the hot young guy and we all knew
that Andrew Keegan had another guy's load up his smooth rich ass for the
first time. His fingertips squeaked against the floor as he tried somehow to
grip it.
Satisfied, Karl got up, giving the freshly fucked star a gentle kiss in the
middle of his back before heading over to the bar for a drink.

Brad went over and crouched down beside his friend, stroking and playing
with his hair and kissing softly at his sweating face. He was whispering
into his ear, "that was good, Keeg, I loved watching that. You see? You see
how it is?"

I smiled. Already there was a difference in Andrew's expression. Some
element of pride had gone, the strong young body had been penetrated.
Brad rested his slender, very long woody against Andrew's slim waist as he
kept kissing at the face. "In your mouth now" he whispered into the ear.
None of us heard it but we all saw his lips move and knew that was what he
was saying. Andrew pushed himself up off the floor, the backs of his arms
flexing nicely as he did so, and Brad stood up. His dark-haired friend got
onto his knees, his cock chubby but not yet upright.
He had such a gorgeous, tight broad body. Brad played with his sinuous black
hair only for a few moments before stroking his fingertips down the
fantastically sexy face, and then down his neck and throat, running his
finger over that little mole right in the center of his throat, the tiny dot
that called attention to how fucking perfect the throat and the face really
were.
Then he felt at Andrew's thick, sinewy shoulders, and rubbed the palms of
his hands down his hot, packed arms, then felt the contours of his chest,
fondling those hard, really small nipples that made the chest look so much
bigger.
Brad closed his eyes and breathed deeply. It was as if by feeling this body
he was charging himself up, gathering together all the masculine heat and
rage and passion needed to give it the proper fucking it deserved.

Andrew Keegan's lips kissed at the stem of Brad's cock, and he reached round
for Brad's buttocks to force the dick against himself so that he wouldn't
lose his nerve or back away. He licked and licked at the cock with complete
dedication, and started, I think, to enjoy it, as he went further and
further towards the top and his lips started to curve into an O, into that
inviting shape that beckoned the penis to thrust inside.

And the penis did. Right into Andrew Keegan's mouth, that sexy face now
wrapped around a big dick and sucking on it in pleasure. "Mmmmmm" went
Andrew's voice, and he closed his eyes to ignore all of us and focus on his
pleasure.
Brad's back arched and his handsome enigmatic face flushed with life as the
burning cum poured into Andrew Keegan's grateful mouth.

After he swallowed it down, I pretty much dived in for my turn. I had to get
my hand on this body, I had to do it now, that was all I could think, and I
wasn't disappointed when I did. He collapsed helpfully to the floor as I
groped about at his slippery torso, at his wonderful arms and at his chest.
Inhaling the hot, meaty masculine smell of his sweat, I pushed both his legs
up and draped them over my shoulders, massaging his broad chest and flat
stomach as I entered his ass and watched the reaction on his face when my
cock went in. Fuck, yeah, that look on his face was because of me, because
of my cock pushing inside him, and that deep grunt from his throat was
because of me too, and this heat, this tightness I could feel around my
madly itching dick was him, it was the inside of Andrew Keegan.


...More to follow if I get a good response, or just feel really horny. Some
will notice a similarity to my other monodirectional gangbang story 'Bill's
Goodbye Party', but that one only works for Australians and Brits.