Date: Sun, 07 Jul 2002 23:04:33 +0000
From: Davey R <chunkblossom@hotmail.com>
Subject: malibu beach house 8

This is a fantasy story and involves fantasy versions of the celebrities
involved. Found myself thinking about this particular guy after he 'cameoed'
in earlier instalments...

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One guy fucking Ashley Parker Angel, that's no problem at all. Karl bends
the guy over and buries himself deep inside Ashley Parker Asshole.

Two guys fucking Ashley Parker Angel is no stretch either. The boy gets on
all fours, takes it up his butthole, opens his mouth wide and takes it in
the face.

Add a third guy and it gets more difficult. With nowhere left to penetrate
he has to settle for kneeling by the side of Ashley Parker Angel's head and
jerking himself off against his face. He finds it's more fun not to use his
hands, he simply sways with his hips and strokes the underside of his dick
and its throbbing head against that pretty face. It's fun to feel his balls
pressed against Ashley Parker Angel's cheek, even more fun because the
cheeks themselves are sucked in as Angel blows the other guy. He can even
sense the thrusting motion of the other guy's shaft in Angel's mouth, and
now he is allowing the cocksucker to enjoy the feel of hot hairy balls
alternately rubbing and tickling at his face.
This must be an uneven sensation for Angel, of course, so it's obvious where
the fourth guy can go for his own part in the fun. Soon Ashley Parker Angel
has another dick against the opposite side of his face, another pair of
balls against his cheek and his nose, another long member against his temple
and his golden blonde hair. His face smothered in cock, and filled with cock
too, and his nostrils filled with the odour of the two heavy scrotums, the
four stimulated balls.

Angel is sucking on a West Hollywood guy in his forties, who's more athletic
and more tanned than guys in their forties from anywhere else. The guy's two
waster sons, both in their twenties, both latino like their mother and both
gorgeous, are the ones sandwiching that face between their manmeat. It's
their father's gift to them. Loads of rich guys' offspring come here to sate
themselves on the latest pieces of sweet boy ass. They've done it so
regularly since their early teens that it's a way of life - a guy opens wide
for them, pretty soon he's on magazine covers and in movies.

"Man", one of them said once, when he recognised one of his conquests on the
cover of a magazine,"My cum fucking makes stars"

There's room for a fifth guy here, in the hollow beneath Ashley Parker
Angel's torso. So Josh Hartnett slides underneath him, horizontally, his
body at ninety degrees to Angel's, and happily jacks the head of his cock
off against Ashley Parker Angel's stomach.The muscles beneath the smooth and
tender stomach rhythmically clench and relax, involuntarily reacting to the
jolts inside Ashley Parker Angel's body, the jolts from Ashley Parker
Angel's prostate, which is being insatiably cocked. The hot boy knows that
ever part of his body must be toned and worked out if he's to get his
fifteen minutes. And he knows that his prostate will get the biggest workout
of all.
He is aware too that there is one part of him that will not be tightened,
and that is his anus. Right now Ashley Parker Angel is allowing his anus to
be stretched out around the hugest of cocks. Before his first night here we
gave him a caseful of dildos for practice, five of them, each bigger than
the last. The cock that is up him now is larger than the biggest of those
and he was still not prepared for the extent of its invasion of him.
Lubricant helps only a little.
Most likely it's not the cock Karl was born with. But it may just be the
biggest in the world.
And barely any of it remains outside of that asshole now. It's crammed so
damn deep inside him I don't know where it all fits. He'll be sore inside
for days.
But there's a sixth guy getting impatient here. He sits on Josh Hartnett's
chest and leans forward to make out with Ashley Parker Angel's back. He
tongues hungrily at Angel's back and his shoulders and the groove of his
spine. He gets off on it so much you'd swear that he was fucking that back
with his mouth, that it was as deeply satisfying as anything he could do to
Angel with his cock.
Eminem can never resist a boy band prettyboy. He'll always deny afterwards
that he was as into it as you say he was, but right now his face is flushed
pink with his lust, his eyes are bleary with the ubelievable pleasure of
being part of this.
Ashley Parker Angel's teen back glistens with the sweat and the saliva. The
shining contours make the catamite even more attractive for Karl. His upper
legs press deeper against the backs of Angel's thighs as he tries to push
himself further against Angel, to close every gap between his body and the
boy's.
A seventh and an eighth guy join the fun. They're a couple of Angel's
bandmates. One's called Jacob, I gather, the other Dan. They're not as sexy
as him but we've let them come along, we figure they complement him well and
they may come in useful later in the night. There's not much left for them
now, so each gets down on hands and knees and passionately kisses the soles
and heels and toes of one of Ashley Parker Angel's feet.

Ashley Parker Angel is now being made love to by eight men.

This is happening on the marble floor of a bathroom of the beach house in
Malibu. Literally dozens of straining limbs on all sides of the slut. It's
like he's being fucked by a single being split into eight bodies. Even their
groans of pleasure are now happening in rhythm as the men savour every part
of him.

*

Earlier in the day Ashley Parker Angel had poledanced for us at a private
club. Karl hadn't heard of him before and I'd arranged to have the boy
displayed to him that way.
In fact we'd had the whole group perform for us so that Karl could take his
pick for the evening's party, but really that was just to get us guys hot. I
knew all along which one Karl would choose. The fucking cutest one, of
course.
Sexy pop music playing as Angel stripped down from leather jacket and ripped
jeans down to black boxer briefs, swaying softly around the pole, hanging on
with one arm, cupping his other hand behind his blonde head and wrapping his
near hairless boy thighs tight around the cold glistening metal. The briefs
dropped around his ankles as he stripped down to just a sheer mesh thong.
His genitals were tightly held but clearly visible. His dick hardening as
ran his butt down the length of the pole and bent forward like he was being
fucked by it. The other guys were trying their best but couldn't compete
with him for our attention.


*

One guy cums, and the others follow. Pehaps it's the gasp he makes that
pushes the right button, perhaps they hear that relief and pleasure of
consummation and can't hold their own back any longer. One of the West
Hollywood brothers clutches onto Angel's head and shoots his load all over
the side of his face, and as he groans "ohyesohyesohmanyeahhhh..." his
brother's hips buck and he begins to jizz up too. A stream of cum fires over
Angel's head and lands across his hair and the brother's fingers. The next
burst hits his temple and then splatters into his ear, and down his cheek.
When the father sees all the cum splattered across that beautiful face that
is sucking on his dick, sees his sons smearing the cum into Angels' hair, he
is turned on not only by the sight, but by the hot, fresh smell of it and
lets himself go, and go... and gooo... right inside Angel's throat. He draws
out a little as the last dribbles of stringy cum leave him, until finally
the reddened head of his cock slides out over Ashley Parker Angel's tongue,
trailing the last of his cum for Angel to taste.
Seeing this, Karl finally loses control and lets go of his load. Angel gives
an agonised groan as Karl absolutely creams his insides, and as he wheezes
in exertion he coughs up spatters of the cum lining his throat and someone
jokes that it's really Karl's cum he's coughing up. Without the support of
the dick in his mouth, Angel loses control of his numb arms and slides
forward, his torso collapsing against the floor, his slick face against
black marble, cum and saliva dribbling from his mouth.Karl is still enjoying
being in his ass, holding tight onto his waist and downing a scotch someone
has handed him. Karl fucks pretty singer boys like other guys would smoke
cigarettes, and he savours this last drag. He watches as Eminem jerks
himself off over Angel's back, and then tugs his cock from the asshole with
an almighty popping sound, clutching hold of the bandmate's - Jacob's -
dreadlocks and guiding his head towards the yawning butthole. "Come on, kid,
let's see you make out with some ass" he instructs, sitting back to watch.
Josh Hartnett is bucking upwards, cumming partly on Angel's stomach, partly
back onto his own, and Eminem is gritting his teeth as he spills his seed
onto Angel's back. Angel's face is still against the floor, and he's
reaching limply around to feel at his own butt. He must have lost all
feeling in his asshole, because he doesn't seem to know that Jacob is
tonguing it. Nevertheless, Jacob bats his fingers away and continues to do
so, while Josh wriggles out from beneath and sits on the same vinyl sofa as
Karl. This is the kind of bathroom where a sofa doesn't look out of place.
Josh is unable to keep his eyes off the size of Karl's penis but doesn't
cover his own. Soon Karl is reaching over to fondle the young hunk's
genitals. Soon after that he turns around, drapes his leg over both of
Josh's and starts kissing him while jacking him off. He pushes him down
against the sofa and, stroking that lithe and muscular body, it's not long
before he's erect again. He wraps his arms around Josh's body and
langorously dry humps him, half his attention still focused on the cute boy
band guy making out with Angel's rectum.
Eventually Jacob gives in to instinct and pushes himself up on his knees to
pork the asshole with his own dick. He look to Karl as if for permission,
but seeing that Karl's eyes are closed as he cums against Josh's stomach and
forearms, he simply goes ahead. He slides in easily, but Ashley gasps as he
feels another dick enter him. It hits the right spot and Angel claws at the
smooth floor as the guttural pleasure spreads through him. He spunks up at
the same time as Jacob, who's moaning that "You turn me on, oh God you
really turn me on..."
"Oh fuck me, Jake, fuck me yeah".
The guy called Dan is jerking himself as he lays in the corner and watches.
When Jacob is done he shuffles over and clumsily spills his load across
Angel's buttocks.

Now Ashley Parker Angel's naked body is both sticky and flaky with semen.
He's absolutely coated in the stuff. He's so visibly fucked.
It's such a satisfying sight, we stare at it for ages.