Date: Mon, 16 Feb 2004 15:16:29 +0000
From: Hard Tales <hardtales@hotmail.com>
Subject: Orlando Bloom's Hot Afternoon

This is fantasy fiction intended for an audience of gay males over the age
of 18. It contains detailed description of homosexual activity and if you
find this offensive you should not read on.

The central character is the movie star Orlando Bloom. This story in no way
reflects the true sexual preferences of Orlando and should not, in any way
be taken as a true representation of any activity that he has ever
performed.


ORLANDO BLOOM'S HOT AFTERNOON

Orlando Bloom had never seen a man who aroused him in such a way. It was
quite unexpected as well. The last thing on his mind as he walked across the
car park in the afternoon heat was men and sex. In fact he was more
concerned about the fact that he had just signed a contract for a movie that
would inevitably require him to appear in some pretty scorching sex scenes.
The idea of simulating intercourse with a woman was not a pleasant one.

He approached his car, the sun warming his hair and his tight white tee
shirt and jeans making him uncomfortable. He wanted to get back to his flat
and strip down and relax. As he held up his key fob to de-activate the alarm
and unlock the doors a man climbed out of the car that had just drawn up
alongside. He looked, and then looked again and suddenly he was confronted
with such an overwhelmingly beautiful sight that he took a deep gulp and
felt his legs weaken noticeably.

He noticed, first the man's face. He was young, maybe 22 or so, but with
utterly handsome features, deep blue eyes with long lashes. His hair was
dark, almost black and he had the lightest stubble on his face. As if this
were not enough the man was wearing a vest. It was a tight white one that
showed his developed tanned and lightly haired arms and broad shoulders. As
he stood the fabric stretched across his pectorals clearly showing the
firmness of his nipples. As if all of this was not enough, as if this vision
were not in itself the stuff that Orlando's masturbation fantasies were made
of, there was more. Over the top of the lowish neckline of the vest was dark
hair. Not thick hair, but curls that indicated a light coating of his
pectorals. Now if there was one thing that transformed an object of desire
into one of lust it was a hairy chest. A shock of desire surged through
every inch of Orlando.


Joe was not really sure why he had driven into the city that afternoon.
There were things that he wanted to buy but the thought of the bustle in the
stores did not appeal to him. He felt horny today but had resisted the
temptation to release his frustration this morning. He had a lucky feeling
about today and did not want to waste an ounce of his pent up sexual energy.
Since he had split from his boyfriend he had been celibate but his
ever-aching crotch now told him that he was ready for adventure. Last night
he had enjoyed surfing the net for pictures of Orlando Bloom who was his
current object of desire. As he drove, visions of Orlando's shirtless chest
sent surges of blood to his cock. It felt good being hard as he drove. The
blast of air coming through the window cooled his naked arms. He felt good
and he knew that he looked good.

He had to drive to the roof of the car park but found a space next to a
smart sports car. He closed the windows, made sure his credit card was in
the back pocket of his jeans and climbed out.

Orlando Bloom had been on his mind all morning so that when he saw that the
man approaching him bore a striking resemblance he assumed that his
imagination was playing erotic games. The man did look so much like him
though. There was dark curly hair, a 'to die for' face of exquisite
masculine beauty and a perfectly sculpted body clad in white cotton and
denim. He looked again. It couldn't be? Could it?


The eyes of the two men met. Both felt a similar wave of desire. Both felt a
tightening in their jeans as their blood rushed to its target. Orlando's
eyes wandered from face down to the upper visible part of the man's chest.
The car blocked any view of him below the chest but there was more than
enough to look at. He froze. Joe now knew, beyond any doubt, that this was,
indeed Orlando. The man, who only last night, had inspired him to shoot long
hot streams of sperm across his furry chest. He smiled and the smile was
returned. He wanted to speak, to make absolutely sure. It would, at least,
fuel future solo sessions and he could boast to fellow gay Orlando-fanciers
that he had actually exchanged words with him.

'Hi, I think I recognise you.....'

'Oh God! A few people gave me looks today but nobody actually said
anything.'

'Oh! Look, I'm sorry.'

Orlando never minded being 'recognised' and he certainly didn't object to
this man accosting him. Here was the man that would provide him with the
wildest of fantasies as soon as he got home so any chance of extending the
encounter was very welcome.

'Not at all! I take it as a compliment.' His eyes scanned the vest-clad body
again. The image so intoxicated him that he had to pass a comment. 'You look
a lot cooler than me in that. I think I'll slip one on when I get back
though its far to hot for any kind of shirt really!' He hoped that he was
not overstepping the mark.

Joe was rendered speechless for a moment. Orlando Bloom was talking to him
about being bare-chested. He thought of this stunning man entering his home
and pulling the tee shirt over his head. He had to comment.

'Well I wouldn't wear this but you can't go round the stores bare-chested,
can you.'

'Don't see why not.' Orlando really didn't see why this man should be forced
to wear anything if he didn't want to. 'You don't look like you have
anything to be ashamed of.' He bit his lip. He had gone too far.

'Thanks!' Joe said. 'I try to keep myself fit.' He sensed something. Wasn't
it strange that this movie star, up their on the roof of a car park, was
talking to him about being shirtless?'

'Yeah, I can see that. It's paying off as well from what I can see.' Orlando
was now bulging obscenely in his jeans. His long fat cock was reaching
across his hip. He was transfixed. He wanted this moment to continue for as
long as possible even though his throat was now dry and his legs rapidly
turning to jelly.

Joe's eyes wandered over the tee shirt. He was fascinated by the way that it
moulded itself over Orlando's pectorals and the way in which the large
nipples made bulges. And they appeared to be firm and erect. Last night he
had imagined himself licking on them and nibbling them with his teeth. Now
they were a car's width away, with only thin cotton hiding them.

'You look fit as well.' He took a chance. He feared he would regret it but
what did he have to lose? 'You fill that tee shirt really well.' An
embarrassed smile flashed across his face but it was too late. Orlando's
eyebrows were raised.

'I'm not exactly Mr Universe,' the movie star chuckled as he wondered just
where this conversation was heading. 'But it's all pretty firm.' And as he
said that his hand smoothed over his flat stomach and up over his pectorals
lingering over his nipples for a second. He noticed that the other man's
eyes followed his hand. Could it really be this easy? Was this really
heading the way that he thought?
'Then why wear something that covers it up?' Joe was getting increasingly
daring but the situation seemed to banish irrational thoughts from his head.
Or were they irrational? He didn't know.

'Well I can't whip off my tee shirt on the roof of a car park, can I?'
Orlando asked laughing and wondering. He was very tempted to drag it over
his head.

'A lot of men are going without shirts today.'

'You have a vest on!'

'Yeah, but it's not a shirt!' He wondered what Orlando's reaction would be
if he slipped out of it. The thought of being bare-chested in front Orlando
Bloom was driving him almost crazy.

'True! It shows plenty but still hides a lot.' Orlando's eyes traced over
the naked upper arms, the thin straps over the shoulders, the hair visibly
peaking from his armpits and the tempting fur on his upper chest. 'I suppose
I could take this off', he smiled as Joe looked on. He pulled the white
cotton from the waist of his jeans and for a second flashed some firm tanned
flesh, a glimpse of his trail and his navel.

Joe was wide-eyed. His mouth opened as if to speak and his hard cock
lurched. It lasted just a second before Orlando let the shirt drop again.
The signals that Joe gave were unmistakable. He wanted Orlando very badly.
Orlando stepped forward placing his arms on the hot roof of his car.

'Maybe I'll wait 'til I get home. I'll look forward to that. I'll strip off
my shirt as soon as I walk through the door. I can strip everything off at
home.' He was aware that the side of the car was pressing against his cock.

'Everything?' Joe now knew that his instincts were proving correct, unless
this was a cruel tease.

'Yeah, everything! I'm really uncomfortable now. Everything seems really
tight.' He pressed his bulge against the car door. 'Do you ever get that
feeling?'

'I know exactly what you mean.' Joe stepped forward and his own cock pushed
against Orlando's car. 'I have never felt so uncomfortable in my life.' He
raised an eyebrow at Orlando. 'I want to go home and get naked as well.'

'Expose that hairy chest?' As he spoke those words, 'hairy' and 'chest',
gazing at this beautiful man, he imagined himself floating off the ground.
Images of the man, walking around shirtless raced through his mind like
comets.

'Some people don't like hairy chests.' He imagined Orlando worshipping his
body, running his fingers up through the line of hair that reached from his
crotch to his collarbone.

'Don't they? Can't imagine it myself!' He smiled and stared Joe in the eye.
'I reckon some people would get really aroused at the thought of you walking
around without a shirt.'

They gazed into each other's eyes for a moment before Orlando spoke.

'So it looks like we are both going to go home and bare our chests alone.
Both of us will be at home, shirtless and nobody to see us. Shame! I'm going
to go home and lie on my bed without a shirt. I'll probably be completely
naked.'

'And you'll just lie there?' Joe now knew that his dreams could very well
come true.

'Yeah, just lie there and dream. Run my hands over my body and wish that I
wasn't alone. Run my hands all over my body. Some parts of my body need
really special attention.' He deliberately licked his lips.

Joe smiled and his eyes were half closed.

'Shame to waste it all on a wank.' He almost couldn't believe what he had
just said to Orlando Bloom but he was beyond caution.

'Only one wank? The way I'm feeling I'll be wanking all night!' His eyes
were fixed upon the exposed upper part of Joe's chest. 'What a fucking
waste! Wank after wank after wank'

'Yeah' Joe answered, 'sometimes you get so fucking horny that you want to
cum again and again and it's such a waste.'

'What's your name?'

'Joe.'

'Is your cock hard Joe?'

'Yeah! Fucking rigid!'

'I'm rubbing mine against the car door.' And as he said that Orlando gave a
visible thrust.'

'So am I!', Joe did the same.

'You are not going to cum against my car are you?'

'I might have to!'

The teasing had gone on long enough. It was now time to take things further
and Orlando decided to do just that.

'If you do I'll make you wipe the cum off with your vest.'

'But all of the cum will be inside my jeans.'

'Well I'll make you wipe the inside of your jeans clean with your vest.' The
thought made his cock lurch.

'Can't you think of anything better to clean me up with?' Joe was harder
than he had been in his entire life.

'Yeah, plenty of things.' Orlando licked his lips in a very obvious way. He
looked at Joe for a while and then said:

'You know the Quayside Apartments?'

'Sure'' Joe knew where they were. He had dreams of living there.

'I'm at apartment 1102. Are you still thinking of shopping?' He looked at
Joe quizzically.

'No. No shopping. I've changed my mind. 1102 you said?'

'Yeah! 1102. I'll be there in less than ten minutes.' Orlando smiled and
then without another word he climbed into his car, started the engine and
without looking at Joe he drove down the car park ramp.


Joe almost couldn't believe what had happened over the last few minutes. Had
he really been having a conversation about naked chests, erections, and cum
with Orlando Bloom? Had he really been invited back to his apartment? Was
this really going to end with sex? He climbed into his car, his jeans stiff
with his erection, and took off towards Quayside. He wasn't concentrating on
his driving. All that filled his head was an image of Orlando Bloom. This
was going to happen. It was incredible.

Orlando reached the eleventh floor and was wondering whether gorgeous Joe
would turn up. Surely he would! Please! He had never ever desired a man as
much. It had all happened so easily, so quickly, so unbelievably. He wanted
that stunning man and the attraction was clearly mutual. What preparations
should he make? He considered his clothing. Should he peel off his tee shirt
so that Joe would see his shirtless tanned body as soon as he answered the
door? Should he strip down to his obscenely bulging CKs?  Should he present
this beautiful man with an image of him that demanded immediate sex. Should
he reveal almost every secret oh his body at the opening of the door? He
even toyed with the idea of being completely naked and presenting his
impressive cock for Joe's worship? No! He knew the erotic intensity of
discovering a man's body, of tempting and teasing and if Joe wanted him as
much as he thought he would relish the opportunity of exploration. He
swallowed hard at the thought of investigating  the flesh beneath Joe's
vest. He would remain dressed. Jo would be here soon. Wouldn't he?

Although Joe had left the car park almost immediately after Orlando he
hadn't been quite sure as to which street to take and had driven round for
about ten minutes in ever increasingly difficult circles. He was so
desperate to find Quayside that he almost caused an accident when he took a
right turn at the last moment. He was constantly aware of his hardness and
kept glancing down at the long bulge that was uncomfortably constrained by
denim. He imagined finding the apartment and Orlando opening the door and
smiling. Would he be stripped to the waist revealing the object of last
night's wank fantasy? Would Orlando's naked chest present him with an
immediate target for his hands and mouth? Somehow he hoped that  he would
still be wearing that white tee shirt. His mind raced with thoughts of his
favourite sex acts but he had no idea as to what Orlando's preferences were.
It hardly seemed to matter right now.

At last Joe found Quayside and pulled into a parking space. It was far
plusher than he had imagined. As he got out of the car the intense heat of
the sun hit his shoulders. He was both exhilarated and nervous and only too
aware that he had no way of disguising the way that his jeans fitted closely
around his erection. He could remember no occasion on which he had felt so
horny. The foyer was cool and he looked for some direction but the concierge
called him.

'Can I help you sir?'

'Err, yeah, thanks. Apartment 1102 please.'
The concierge picked up a phone 'Could I have your name sir?'

Joe wondered what the concierge would think as a vest clad and somewhat
excited young man asked for Orlando Bloom's apartment.

'Just Joe. I am expected.' He hoped now that this was not some sick hoax on
the movie star's part but his fears lasted only a few seconds as the
concierge spoke.

'Thanks sir. Take the lift on the left to the eleventh floor.'

Joe smiled at the man and walked to the lift on legs that felt like lead. He
was about to visit Orlando Bloom. He was about to have sex with him!

The moment that the intercom buzzed Orlando knew that it was only a matter
of seconds before he opened the door to Joe. He looked in the ceiling high
mirror and finally decided to leave his tee shirt on. The bulge in his jeans
seemed more pronounced than ever and he ruffled his thick dark curly hair.
That lift seemed to be taking an eternity. It was the longest wait of his
life.

The lift doors slid open and Joe walked into a hallway. 1102 was directly
ahead. He feared that this was a dream and willed himself not to awake as he
pressed the buzzer beside the door.


Orlando opened the door wide and they faced each other. Their breath was
taken away. Out of the intense light of a summer sun both men looked even
more beautiful. There was now light and shade on their features. For the
first time Orlando saw how tapered Joe's torso was, how developed were his
biceps. He smiled. He eyes wandered down to the faded denim at his crotch
and his eyes widened when he saw just how well hung this man appeared to me.
He could swear that he could make out the definition of his cock head.

'I still have my shirt on Joe.'

'I'll remove it myself.'

'If I decide to let you.' Orlando winked seductively.

He stood aside so that Joe could enter the apartment. It was huge, with an
open plan feeling, very stylish but with a real eye for comfort. Along one
wall huge windows gave way to a terrace. So this was a movie star's
apartment! Orlando closed the door and followed Joe into the main area. He
could now admire the man's legs and his firm small arse. This man seemed to
be made for him. They stood face to face for a few seconds and Joe's eyes
fixed first on the impressions that the man's nipples made in his tee shirt,
and then on the unmistakeable shape of a large and hard cock.

'Can I get you anything Joe? A drink maybe?'

'I have everything I can imagine ever wanting thanks. Afterwards
maybe......'

'Afterwards? After what Joe? What is it that you want to do?'
'Anything that you dream of Orlando. I am very versatile.' This was said in
a loud whisper. His entire repertoire of sexual skills rushed through his
mind.

'I want to make love with you Joe. I want to make you cum over and over
again. I'm going to....'

And at that he stepped forward, reaching out his arms and laying his hands
on Joe's shoulders, feeling their strength and heat and the thin band of
cotton vest. The first contact was made. Joe let out a gasp as he felt the
hands and he looked deep into Orlando's eyes. They were almost crazed with
lust. Orlando stepped closer and now rubbed his right hand on Joe's cheek,
his thumb grazing the man's lips. He moved forward again so that their
chests were touching. They exchanged their body heat as Orlando's tongue ran
across Joe's lips and quickly but gently entered his warm moist mouth. As
their tongues met and played Joe's hands rested on Orlando's upper arms
squeezing the firm flesh through the cotton of his tee shirt and then
wandering downwards until he felt his warm skin. His biceps were firm and
there was more strength than he had imagined. As he stroked he pushed his
tongue deeper into the movie star's mouth and their saliva mingled. Like
Joe, Orlando was feeling the man's naked arm, the pronounced muscles in his
upper arms and thrilled at the potential of such power employed in the act
of sex. He pulled his tongue from Joe's mouth leaving a little trickle of
saliva as he started to lick across his slightly stubbled chin.

They pressed closer and their erect cocks met through two layers of denim.

'Ooooh... Fuck!' The word left Joe's lips with a hiss as he felt his
engorged head rubbing against Orlando's.

Suddenly their piercing wild eyes met. There was a burning intensity as both
men's lips parted slightly and they pressed again. Orlando took a sharp
intake of breath.

'Fuck! You are big!' He gyrated his shaft against Joe's firmly.

'Yeah! Do you like big cocks?'

'Mmmm. How big? Tell me. I want to hear you tell me.'

'Nine inches! Is that big enough for you?'  He ground his cock against
Orlando again as he licked his neck.

'Nine... fuck, fuck, fuckkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk!' He ran his hands through Joe's
very dark hair.

'You're a big boy as well Orlando. I can feel it all pressing against me.
It's making me really moist down there. You like nice moist cocks?' He
licked his neck again.

They were now firmly pressed together with their hips moving from side to
side, the motion sending surges of lust into each other's cocks. There was
no rush to touch or remove clothing. Both men were wallowing in this utterly
erotic experience. Both could have exploded there and then but this was far
too good to hurry. They both wanted to go on a voyage of discovery of each
other's bodies.

Joe licked at Orlando's ear lobe and then started whispering to him.

'You know what I did last night? What I did when I was on my own, on my
bed?'

'Tell me!' Orlando's hands moved from Joe's shoulders to his naked shoulder
blades feeling the low neckline of the vest.

Joe started to push his hands up under the sleeves of Orlando's tee shirt,
pushing the white cotton further and further towards his shoulders.

'I imagined that I was with you. I had looked at pictures of you, your
chest, your face and I couldn't stop thinking about you.' He chewed gently
on Orlando's earlobe. 'You had made me so fucking horny. So fucking hard.'

Orlando's hands moved further down Joe's back now, beneath the vest, and
massaged his smooth muscled back. Their cocks still pressed together.

'Did you wank over me Joe? Tell me what you did.'

'Yeah, I wanked over you. I had a long firm wank thinking about you. I made
so much fucking cum all over my chest.'

His hands were now firmly on the movie star's shoulders, tight beneath the
cotton sleeves that were now pulled back exposing his upper arms completely.
He licked the flesh of Orlando's shoulder.

'What were you imagining when you shot?' His hands massaged Joe's head
feeling the thick hair in his fingers as his hands pushed further down the
hot flesh oh his broad tapering back.

'I was fucking you!'

'Oh shit! Fucking me! Yes.... How were you fucking me?'

'You were on your back so I could see your lovely face and your chest.' He
pressed his cock harder. 'Your legs were high and wide and I was fucking you
with this!' And at that point he pulled away and then pressed his cock
firmly against Orlando's bulge.

Orlando could hardly speak now but managed to growl:

'Were you fucking me all the way? Was the whole nine inches inside me? Were
you fucking me hard?'

'Yeah. I always go in deep and hard.' He licked Orlando's lips again and
plunged his tongue into the open mouth. This time the kiss was more urgent
and passionate as his hands moved over the man's half exposed shoulders and
he hooked his fingers into the armpits feeling the warmth of the soft hair.

Orlando now needed to see more of the fabulous body that he was embracing.
He removed his hands from beneath the vest and with his hands on the
shoulders, and his cock still pressed against Joe's he arched backwards so
that he could see more. The hair that emerged from above the man's neckline
was like dark silk against the tanned skin. The deep low-scooped armholes
exposed expanses of the sides of his body and these were his next targets.
Slowly he stroked his hands over the sides of the cotton-covered pectorals
and onto the exposed flesh. It was so firm and sculpted.
Looking into Joe's eyes he moved upwards into the dark recesses of his pits
and felt at last the think moist hair that curled so luxuriantly.

'Fuck! You are beautiful Joe!' He massaged the man's pits.

'So are you, and you were so fucking beautiful when I imagined you coming
last night. You were throwing your arms back and your beautiful face was
wild as I pumped my load into you.'

Orlando pushed his hands further beneath Joe's arms feeling his natural
heat. He pushed his tongue against his mouth once more. Their tongues dances
briefly before they embarked upon a deep, wet and passionate kiss. Their
bulging cocks pressed against each other ever harder as their saliva mingled
and they reached ever-higher plains of lust.

Their mouths parted and Orlando looked longingly at Joe through half closed
eyes. His next target was that hairy muscled young chest. His hands moved
through the big armholes of the vest and at last made contact with the
hunk's pecs. Though they were not over-muscled, they were defined and very
firm. The silky dark hair felt wonderful under his fingers. He pushed across
the pecs, stretching the vest and finally his hands met with Joe's rigid
nipples. The dark haired beauty took a sharp breath as the fingertips at
first stroked and then gently squeezed his nipples. Orlando sensed his
pleasure and looked him in the eyes as he rubbed and pinched harder.

'Like that my beautiful man?'

'Fuck yeah! You can do it harder.'

Orlando now applied pressure on the nipples as Joe un-tucked his vest from
the waist of his jeans and pulled it up over his flat hard furry washboard
abdominals. Orlando looked down and almost drooled as he saw the thick trail
that pushed up from the jeans, over his navel and onwards under the vest.
All seemed so perfectly formed. This was the man that Orlando had always
dreamt of.

'So fucking beautiful.' He squeezed the nipples harder.

'You're the most beautiful man in the world mate.' Joe was absolutely
sincere.

Their faces met again with a brief darting kiss and then Joe pushed
Orlando's hands from his nipples, stepped back and slowly pulled up his vest
revealing, for the first time his perfectly proportioned chest and nipples.
Orlando's eyes were everywhere. He feasted on that trail that reached the
bottom of Joe's pectorals and then fanned out in silky glory over his upper
chest in youthful manliness. The nipples were erect and stood proud and as
the vest came over his head, ruffling his hair. His armpits were displayed
fully. Now standing stripped to the waist Joe held out the vest and rubbed
it gently on Orlando's face. His lover felt the warmth of Joe's body in the
fabric. He let it fall to the floor as his hands made contact with Joe's
pectorals and felt their heat and strength as he massaged them ensuring that
he firmly caressed the ever erect nipples. He ran his hands down over the
trail and abs and then gripped Joe's slim firm waist and bent forward
finally able to press his lips to the chest. He kissed the man's sternum
firmly and wetly leaving a little pool of saliva in the hair and then licked
across the right muscle until he could dart his tongue across the nipple.
Joe's knees almost buckled at this. He loved having his nipples licked and
sucked and to have it done by the perfect lips of Orlando Bloom was almost
too amazing to be true. Orlando's lips closed around the nipple and he
flicked his tongue quickly across the rigidity before starting to nibble
gently with his teeth.

Joe pressed the curly haired head against his chest, urging the teeth to
press into him. It was clear that in Orlando he had an experienced lover who
sensed exactly what he liked.

'Oh shit! Shit! That's so fucking, fucking good!' He was breathless and
urgent as Orlando's hand rubbed roughly over his chest and found the other
nipple that he massaged and tweaked. He really worked on that nipple as the
groans and curses of Joe urged him on. His hands pulled and tugged, massaged
and luxuriated in the light furry covering of that chest. His saliva coated
and matted the hair on to the chest as his own cock throbbed in a way that
he could not ever remember happening before.

As much as he wanted Orlando's worship of his chest to continue, Joe wanted
to discover his lover's body now. After all he had spent the previous night
fantasising about the man who was now chewing his nipple. He pulled
Orlando's head off his chest and gave him a deep and lusty kiss before
starting to pull at the warm, and now slightly sweat moistened tee shirt
that covered one of the world's most lusted after bodies. As he smiled into
Orlando's eyes he pulled the shirt from the waistband.

'I want to get my hands on you. You fucking beautiful bastard.' He pulled up
the shirt and for the first time his hands came into contact with the smooth
firm flesh beneath. His cock lurched in his jeans as felt Orlando Bloom's
body. The skin was so soft and the touch made Orlando quiver.

'Oh shit, yes! Even better than I fucking imagined possible.' He looked
downwards, seeing the definition of Orlando's very generous cock and pushed
his hands firmly up the torso dragging the tee shirt with them. It was all
so tanned, smooth and without an ounce of surplus fat, and there, to the
left and just below his navel was that sexy little tattoo. He moved his
hands sideways as well, feeling the entire body. But he had two immediate
targets. He wanted Orlando Bloom's nipples. He felt his fingertips graze the
super-sensitive points and the sensation thrust through his lover like
electricity. They were firm, just as he had imagined, and a look at
Orlando's half closed eyes told him just how much he loved this. He rubbed
his hands across them and then circled his fingers around the peaks as he
listened to the man's breathless moans and whispered obscenities. He tweaked
them gently and then more firmly. Last night, in his long and satisfying
wank session he had licked and sucked them and now it was all to come true.

'Yeah! Lets get this fucking shirt off you mate. I want that fucking body!'

'Pull it off me Joe. It's all yours. Anything that you want.'

Joe needed no more encouragement. He gripped the bottom hem of the garment
and in a single aggressive motion he pulled it up over Orlando's head,
ruffling his hair and leaving him naked from the waist upwards. The object
of so many of his masturbation sessions was now his. He smelt the warmth of
the perfect smooth body and threw the shirt down as he surveyed Orlando's
body. The waist was slim and the chest broader than he imagined. It was
defined but not overly so and the proud nipples tempted him more than he
believed possible. He places the palm of a hand on each one and kneaded them
firmly in circular motions as he moved forwards. He kissed Orlando again,
gently at first, pushing his tongue into the hot mouth slowly before licking
down the light stubble of his chin and neck. His fingers now played with the
nipples squeezing and twisting with greater and greater urgency.

'Oh fuck, fuck, fuck! Get your mouth on my fucking nipples.'

There was a large white leather sofa behind Orlando and Joe pushed him
towards it by his nipples. When he was close enough he pushed the man onto
it. Orlando felt the cool leather on his sweat moistened back and he sat
there, arms wide and eyes crazy. The shirtless Joe parted his legs and got
between then and placed the very tip of his tongue near a nipple. He started
to stroke and lick in circles around the target getting closer and closer as
the man beneath him squirmed and groaned. The tongue hit the very tip of the
nipple and started to bathe it with saliva while his fingers paid attention
to the other one. As the tongue played Orlando thrust his entire body
upwards to meet the assault, and when Joe's teeth started to nibble he
yelled, no he screamed!

'Aaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Uhhhh yessssssssssssssssss. Eat my fucking
tits!'

He gripped Joe's head and pressed it onto his chest as teeth and tongue and
lips became more and more aggressive. It was time to treat the other nipples
now and the man left a trail of his saliva on Orlando's chest as he homed in
on the other target, replacing his fingers on the now wet nipple. It went on
and on, complete nipple worship with the worshipper humping the bulge of his
nine inch cock against the edge of the sofa.

He looked up at Orlando who appeared to have drifted off into heaven. His
fingers closed around the nipples. He gripped them with all of his strength
and tugged.

'Shitttttttttttttt! Yessssssssssssssssssssss!'

'You beautiful, horny fucker! Wait 'til I eat that cock! Before I go down
there do you have any more nice sensitive places up here?'

Orlando grinned lustfully at Joe and placed his hands behind his head.

'What do you think?'

Joe gazed at the two open armpits and their soft dark hair.

'You like having a tongue in your pits?' The answer didn't have to be
spoken.

Joe placed his hands on the backs of Orlando's arms and licked over his
pectoral and towards the depth of his right armpit, licking into the warmth
gently and delicately finally feeling the hair on his tongue. He bathed it
in his saliva and proceeded to lap the flesh in circles, occasionally
tugging the hair with his teeth before finding the epicentre and applying
firm pressure. Orlando threw his head back as his entire body shuddered with
desire. The mouth now made more saliva and drooled it into the cavity so
that it was awash. The hair was soaked now and he pressed it, matting it
against the skin. He lifted his head and looked in lust at the wetness. It
was the turn of the left pit now. His hand moved into the right one and his
tongue trailed across the topmost part of the chest before diving into the
still only moist pit. This time Orlando pressed his face into it hard and
urged him on, pleading for aggression. And aggression is what he got. Joe
gripped the hair in his teeth and pulled with all his strength, almost
lifting his lover clear of the back of the sofa. The man howled in pleasure
as, simultaneously, Joe worked the nipples firmly.

'Fuck! FUCK! You are fucking incredible!'

'You make me so fucking horny mate. I fucking want your fucking body so
fucking much. Wait 'til you feel my tongue in that tight arse!'

Joe now started to trace his mouth and hands back down Orlando's chest and
stomach. He licked at his navel, and across the cute tattoo and then, at
last his hand stroked over the bulging cylinder of cock that the denim was
encasing. It was completely rigid and the shape of the head could be clearly
made out. Joe reckoned it to be about eight inches in length. Gently his
fingers teased and stroked the bulge as he looked up into the movie star's
liquid, pleading eyes. Then he did what he loved to do to his own bulge when
he wore jeans. He applied pressure to the shaft with the heal of his hand.
He moved up and down the length, applying firmer pressure over the engorged
head and that made the amazingly beautiful man thrust his crotch upwards to
meet it. Now his face met the denim. He kissed the head and then started to
nibble on it, loving the taste of the warm denim as he licked and moistened
it. His teeth close around the shape of the head and he bit gently. Orlando
was begging for release. His cock was strained almost to the level of pain
within the tight clothes though one thing was obvious; he was naked beneath
the denim.

Joe looked into his lover's eyes and then at the still wet nipples and pits
as he started to unbuckle the heavy leather belt. The copper rivet at the
top was next and under the considerable strain imposed by the erection his
zipper opened slightly. The sight that met him, of dark curly pubic hair
sent an ooze of moistness to his own cock. He, Joe, was about to work
Orlando Bloom's cock. It was his wildest fantasy come true. Before he went
further he took a look at Orlando. The hair was now ruffled and his eyes
were wide and wild. His mouth opened and closed in anticipation of the
ecstasy to come. His arms were still spread and the pit hair still wet, as
were the large solid nipples. A trickle of sweat ran down his smooth
sternum.

'Go on......'

Joe pulled the zipper down with difficulty; such was the size and solidity
of what was hidden within. The very dark pubic fuzz became a forest and
there, there was the root of a fat cock. He pulled the zipper right down,
and with hand shaking slightly he placed his hand inside and onto the shaft.
Orlando let out a long low growl and bucked his hips. Joe was entranced by
the heat and rigidity of that long fat weapon. He could feel the engorged
veins pulsing with blood. He wrapped his fingers his fingers around it and,
looking at Orlando's face he wanked it gently.

'Oh Jesus fucking hell. YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!' Orlando thrust his hips
upwards.

'I don't want to make you come yet mate.' But he didn't stop the wanking. In
fact he moved his hands further up the shaft until his fingers came into
contact with the head. Orlando's body shuddered. The fingers closed around
the large head and grazed the slit.

'Oh fucking hell! Fucking hell!!!!'

It was wet with his thick precum. He had been oozing since the first moment
that Joe had entered the apartment. Its stickiness covered the head and made
the inside of the jeans wet. Joe pressed his finger against the slit making
his lover hiss with pleasure and scooped some up on his fingertip. He pulled
his hand free and put the finger to his mouth. Orlando watched, enslaved, as
he placed it between his lips and sucked it clean.

'That's so fucking good. I'm going to suck it all right of you.'

'Yessssss, suck my fucking cock, PLEEEEEASE!'

'Lets get these fucking jeans off you then'.

Joe gripped Orlando's trainers and pulled them off, then gripping the
waistband of the jeans he started to pull them down as the beautiful actor
lifted his body.

His cock sprang free!

>From its nest of thick dark curls it stood proud. A full rigid eight inches
long with throbbing veins and a head shining with his precum. It was the
most tempting cock that Joe had ever seen. Beneath it his bollocks were
heavy and full. Joe continued to drag the jeans until they were off and then
he sat back on his haunches and gazed at his conquest.

His own shirtless body now glistened with the sweat of summer and lust as he
drooled over the sight. Orlando was now sweat wet, his cock huge and
begging, and his legs sculpted, tanned and silkily hairy.

'You fucking beautiful bastard!'

He knelt now, pushing the firm thighs apart and leant forward so that his
lips were an inch from the end of the cock. He blew gently on it sensing the
surge of lust running through it. It was craving release but he wanted to
savour this forever. He knew that he could make this man cum and cum over
and over again' but not yet. He darted his tongue onto the slit and Orlando
took a sharp intake of breath followed by a growl and Joe, at last, was
tasting the cock he desired more than any other in the world. The precum
oozed more and he drove his tongue into the slit lapping it up, taking it
into his mouth, and then going back for more. Now he was stabbing his tongue
into the slit as he closed his lips firmly around the base of the head and
his fingers embraced the cock shaft.

Orlando writhed and thrust his naked hips upwards as Joe blew his cock. He
leant forward and wanted to keep the vision of his cock head between those
lips in his mind forever. He placed his hands on Joe's head urging him on as
the blue eyes peered upwards into the movie star's face as the precum welled
up on his tongue.

Joe started to alternate between slathering his tongue over the head and
sucking it firmly and slowly wanking the shaft, twisting it in his fingers.
He could hear Orlando's breathing getting heavier and his low deep moans of
thanks. He would push the head into the corner of his mouth and then the
other, sometimes letting it free for a moment to admire head dripping with a
mix of precum juice and his saliva but as he did firm hands would press his
lips back into contact. The sucking became deeper as centimetre by
centimetre he let the big and fat shaft slip further into him. Orlando was
big but Joe knew he could deep throat him with ease. As the cock slid into
him he used his tongue and teeth to tease it, wanting to feel it deep within
his throat and have Orlando's thick dark bush in his nostrils.  He could
feel every pulse of blood and every throbbing vein. The seemingly endless
stream of precum lubricated him and the taste intoxicated him.

Orlando took control now, gripping Joe's head and pushing him further. Few
things in life were more pleasurable to him than feeling his hardness
gripped by a tight throat and the feeling of his curly hair on a hot
sucker's nose.
'Fuck! Take it all. Swallow my fucking cock all the way. Fuckkkkkk!
Yesssssss'

Joe swallowed the entire 8 inches and without gagging allowed his muscles to
relax and then grip the invader. It wasn't to last long because Joe pulled
his head almost completely off his cock and then forced it back down harder.
He gagged momentarily but regained control before it was done again, and
again, with increasing pace. Orlando was not so much receiving a blowjob but
giving a face fuck. And it was so good. So very good.

The room was filled with the sound of cock sliding in and out of wet mouth
and Orlando's breathing and moaning. Joe's face was slamming down onto him
now and at one thrust Orlando held his head firmly in place, right at the
root, for what seemed like an eternity of heaven. Joe now reached up and
stroked his lover's moist chest until he found the nipples which he massaged
and tweaked. Never had he eaten a cock as beautiful as his life.

'That feels so fucking good.'

Joe knew how to please this man as he let the cock slip out so that only the
tip was in his mouth, closed his lips tightly around the head and worked his
tongue deeply into the slit as his fingers twisted the nipples.  Every
oozing of precum and every groan that Orlando made sent a shiver of desire
through his own throbbing, still constrained cock. He wanted so much to take
it out and send his lover even wilder with desire but he was far to busy in
his worship. There were other targets.

Her let the cock escape his lips and a long strand of saliva and Orli's
juice stretched for a full eighteen inches before it snapped and landed on
the flat smooth stomach. He looked the beautiful man in the eyes as his
hands gripped him below his thighs and lifted and parted them.  Orli's
beautiful eyes were wild with wanting now as Joe went back down and started
to lick his full heavy balls. He ran his tongue between them, and over them,
taking first one and then both fully into his mouth as his fingers teased
the cock slit, torturing it lovingly. The man beneath him lifted his legs
higher, gripping his own thighs and hauling them back against his chest. He
knew what he wanted next and knew that Joe was going to let him have it. Joe
looked at the sculpted backs of Orli's thighs, the soft hair sweat matted to
the muscle. He lick the back of the right thigh tasting the sweat before
placing his tongue just beneath the balls and starting to trace it down into
the deep inviting valley.

Just an hour ago he had met Orlando Bloom on the roof of a car park. Now he
was about to rim him.

His hands parted the arse cheeks. He could never remember feeling such firm
cheeks. His tongue now started to close in on Orli's most intimate place. He
blew on it gently and a long low throaty moan could be heard above him. He
blew again and then let his tongue make just the slightest contact with the
centre of the ring. It was enough to send a howl of delight into the hot air
in the room. He did it again, and again, before starting a long slow
spiralling motion over and over the hole, coating it with his spit. Orli
pushed himself against the tongue begging it to enter him and Joe was ready
to oblige. He lifted the thighs further and pressed his face hard against
the exposed arse cheeks, formed his tongue into a point and pressed it in as
far as it would go.

'Oh My Fucking God! YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!' Orlando shouted so
loudly that the sound must have been heard down on the street. He clenched
his fists and pressed his ring firmly onto the invading tongue as he felt it
probing his chute and starting a flicking pushing and fucking motion. Joe
loved to eat ass and this one was so hot and demanding. Orli was writhing
now, begging for more, and if this was the effect of a tongue he could only
imagine the effect of something much, much larger. He withdrew his tongue
for a moment and prised the hole open with his fingers, spitting hard into
it, and then pushing his tongue back in making the saliva a lubricate that
allowed him deeper access. Orlando was tight but seemed to open up with
relative ease and the sphincter was strong and supple, ideal for clamping
itself around the head of a large wet cock and it was that thought that was
uppermost in Joe's mind now. He was desperate to feel his fat rigid cock
gripped and sucked by that hole, to watch Orli's body sweat and writhe as he
entered, and to see the contortions of ecstasy in that gorgeous face.

His face was pressed hard into the valley of his arse now. His tongue buried
and swirling around washing the walls just inside the ring. A string of
obscenities issued from the mouth of the movie star. As he rimmed he also
wanked the cock, twisting the shaft in steady motions. And still Joe's own
cock was hidden, crammed in by denim and almost bursting for release.

He lifted his face from the arse and looked at the almost delirious Orlando
Bloom.

'You like having your bum played with don't you mate!' He laughed.

'Do me some more you fucking beautiful bastard?'

'Like this?' Casting his eyes from the man's face to his sweat moistened
chest and back to his face he tickled the hole with the middle finger of his
right hand. He ran over it in circles, torturing it with desire, before
pressing in to the second knuckle. The ring immediately shut tight around
the invader

'Fuckkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk! Yesssssssssssss!' Orli through his legs high and
wide, slipping down on the sofa and gripping the back of it with
outstretched hands. He begged to have his arse filled by this hairy-chested
beauty that he had known for such a short time. Joe obliged, forcing in his
finger to its base and fucking it against the prostate hidden deep within.
He watched as the world famous face reacted. As he started to finger-fuck
with long steady strokes the man shut his eyes and bit his lip. Joe used his
free hand to scoop up some of Orli's precum from his cock and put it to his
own hungry mouth. It was so good he had to let Orli taste it and scooped up
even more before pushing his fingers into the waiting mouth. As he did so he
withdrew his finger and replaced it with two, opening the sphincter wider
and once again pushing in to their base.

'Want my cock in there?'

'Uhhhh...... shit! YES!'

'Want my long fat hard cock fucking your tight cunt?'

'Fuck! FUCK! Yes! NOW!!!!!'

'You ain't even seen my cock yet!'

'Fuck! I want to see it. Give me your cock!'

Joe withdrew his fingers and stood before the sprawled out Orli to whom he
appeared so perfect. Tall, dark haired, tanned, slim but muscled, developed
arms, pert hard nipples and that line of hair that spread up from his waist
and fanned out over his pronounced pectorals. And the jeans bulged! Hell,
they bulged. Naked beneath them Joe's cock pushed a long hard cylinder
across his left hip where, at the end, was a huge patch of sticky pre-cum
that had leaked through the fabric.

Joe's hands shook with desire as he started to unbuckle his belt. He looked
down at the man, at the dribble of sweat that ran from his armpits and the
erect throbbing leaking cock.

He popped the copper rivet of his jeans and then yanked the button fly open
all of the way down. His pubic hair was think and black and there, there was
the root of his cock. Looking at his lover he yanked his jeans down to his
hard and sculpted dark haired thighs and allowed his cock its freedom. It
burst out standing stiff at an acute angle and dribbling its honey. It was
indeed a full nine inches in length, and had the girth to match it. The
veins throbbed and his sack was full and heavy with his juice.

He pulled off his jeans and stood powerfully, legs slightly apart, and put
his hands to his shaft.

'This baby wants to be inside you mate!'

'Yes....'

'It wants to be right deep inside you with that tight little ring squeezing
the cream out of it.'

'Fuck me! Fuck me! I fucking want it in me!'

'Better lube me up a little first mate. Suck the fucker good and it'll ram
you into next week.' Joe was getting aggressive and he sensed that that was
exactly what Orli wanted. 'Want it? Want to taste my dick?' He squeezed a
gob of precum onto his fingers, reached forward so his cock was
tantalisingly erect above Orli's and placed the finger at the passionate
lips. It was met with a ravenous tongue that licked it clean, washed the
juice around in his mouth and swallowed greedily.

'Taste good?'

'Let me have it. Please let me eat that cock.'

With one hand wanking his nine inches Joe straddled Orli's sprawling body so
that his cock head was tantalisingly close to the waiting mouth. He took it
in his hand and slapped it onto Orli's cheeks and then against his lips
leaving a trail of precum over him. His knees rested on the sofa either side
of Orli as he pressed his slit against the waiting lips. A tongue met it. It
ran across the head and then drilled into the slit as his hands at last took
hold of the thickness and marvelled at the sheer rigidity of it. He was
rewarded with a thick gloop or pearly salted precum as he opened his lips to
accommodate it. His tongue slathered round and round as he clamped his lips
and twisted the veiny shaft gently but firmly. Joe felt the tongue probing
him and new, at an instant, the technique of an expert and experienced
sucker. He pushed in allowing the first three inches to be enveloped and the
tongue within went into a frenzy of activity pushing it from side to side as
he applied a terrific force of suction. Another inch slid in followed by
another and another. Orli was consuming the entire monster with ease. Joe
knew that a photograph of Orli, his eyes wild, and a huge cock buried in his
lips with trails of saliva and precum on his chin would be worth a fortune.
But this was nor porn. This was real. Orli wanted  it all. His hands gripped
Joe's arse cheeks and pushed him towards him and Joe obliged by pushing
straight down the begging throat forcing his think black pubes into his
nose. His eyes peered upwards over the flat stomach as Joe pulled out to the
tip and ploughed straight in again, into the clenching throat. Not only
could Orli deep-throat nine inches his throat could take a fucking. Joe
thrust again and was astonished at the ease with which the mouth accepted
the attack. With every stroke Orlando's tongue stroked the throbbing vein
that ran the length of the cock and bathed the head before sucking it deep,
deep within him again.

One thing was certain and that was that to orgasm that way would be a truly
remarkable experience, but one that could wait. For his first cum Joe wanted
a different, tighter, more intimate place. He wanted to fuck his beautiful
and skilled lover, and he wanted it now.

'Fuck, mate! FUCK! I want to fuck your arse!'

He pulled his sodden shaft free and wiped it on the man's face and reached
back to probe his new target with a long finger. He looked Orli in the eye
as he penetrated him. 'Want to be fucked?'

'Yes! Yes! Do it! Fuck me! I want you. I want you inside me, fucking me
hard. I want your cum in me!' Orli rode the finger.

Joe pulled away from him and lowered himself onto the beautiful dishevelled
body, pressing his cock against Orlando's so that they could hump each other
gently. He kissed them man deeply as legs entwined him.

'Want me to put it in you? Want to feel it pushing in and then sliding all
the way up you?'

Their cocks and bodies rubbed together mingling their precum and soft summer
sweat. They kissed again.

'Fuck! I want to fuck you so much. I want to feel that tight ring gripping
my cock. I am going to fuck you so hard! Want that? Want a hard fuck?'

'Do it. Do it NOW!' Orli was yelling now. His desire to feel that beautiful
and very large penis inside him was overwhelming.

Joe lifted himself off the man. He knew that he had to fuck him now. He
didn't think that he was going to be able to hold his orgasm back for much
longer and the first one had to be inside his lover. He wanted to fuck him
in every possible position, a squat fuck, a savage ramming from behind,
standing with Orli braced against the wall, on a bed with Orli face down,
even standing on his fucking head as he had once so successfully managed,
but right now things looked good just as they were. The man was sprawled on
the sofa, his arse at the very edge and his arms spread. This would make for
a great fuck.

'Spread those fucking legs for me. High and wide mate.' Orlando obliged as
he lifted his legs and held them in position by gripping his thighs. 'That
looks so fucking good', Joe said as he leant forwards with one hand on
Orli's left leg and the other gripping his cock. He was about to press his
wet precum-dripping knob against the gates of heaven.

The head touched the target and Orli's eyes were wild. Joe felt the strength
of the muscular opening but needed to be in there. He pushed firmly but
gently forcing the ring to stretch so that his entire head slipped inside.
The sphincter snapped shut, like a mantrap, around the base of the head
forcing the accumulated precum to spurt into the deep tunnel. Joe groaned
and caught his breath as Orli pushed upwards to meet him, begging for more.

Orlando had known ecstasy a million times but this, somehow, was on a higher
plain. Never had he felt anything better pushing its way into him. Never had
a better looking man made love to him. As he felt the coming invasion he put
his hands on Joe's pecs, kneading the muscle and feeling the soft hair.
Never had he wanted to climax so much. He massaged Joe's nipples.

'Come on! Push it in me. Push it in all the way.' His body seemed to suck
Joe in. He took light sharp breaths in readiness for what was to come.

'Like that baby? Like my knob inside you? What's it feel like/ Does it feel
good baby?'

'Fuck Yesssssssssssss!'

'Squeeze my knob with that ring. Come on baby! Squeeze out my precum and
make it lube you up!'

Orli used his muscle strength to grip Joe even tighter, held it for a few
seconds and then relaxed.

'Come on man, in me, NOW!'

The time had come and Joe gripped the back of the sofa with an arm either
side of Orlando's head and started to push with a determined and single
motion. As the tunnel relented and he forced inch after inch into its
clenching vice he felt the lips of the ring squeeze his veins and make his
balls churn. He was going in for the kill, not pausing, not teasing now, but
sliding in with determination. Orlando opened his mouth, eyes wide, and held
his breath, as nine inches of fat rigidity slid against his prostate and
embedded itself. Finally, when he felt that familiar pubic bush pressed in
his valley he let out a loud throaty snarl and gripped Joe's back with his
feet.

'You fucking, incredible bastard. You fucking filled me!'

'You're so fucking tight. FUCK!'

'Come on. Do me. Do me hard!!!! I want you to fucking ride me like an
animal. Hard as you fucking want!'

'You got it baby! I'm going to fuck you senseless.'

His hands moved to Orlando's shoulders, forcing him harder against the sofa
as he pulled out to the head. He paused for a second and then slid straight
in again with a power that surprised him. Out again. No pause this time,
just slamming back in to the hilt. He already felt an orgasm welling within
him. This was not going to be the occasion for a lingering sensuous fuck;
they were both too far gone to sustain this for much longer. Joe grunted
loudly with every thrust, and as he did the chute clamped him tighter and
Orli begged for harder deeper thrusts that would electrify his prostate and
push him ever closer. His fingers wrapped around his own cock, firmly and
surely, below the head. It was the place that he knew was the best place to
induce a powerful ejaculation. He started to wank himself as Joe started
small fucking him with increased pressure and speed. They gazed at each
other's physical beauty through half closed lust crazed eyes. They were both
sweating now, their chests moist and their foreheads dripping. A huge well
of precum was dribbling over Orli's hands as he worked himself.

'Harder! Harder Joe! Fuck me harder!' He was screaming now as his entire
body was on fire.

Joe was close now. He felt the explosion rumbling in his groan and a shudder
of pleasure shattered through his body as Orli worked his ass muscles on
him.

'Fuck! FUCK! I'm going to cum! I'm going to fucking cum in you!'

'Yessss. Fuck it into me. I'm so fucking near it. Jeeeeeez! SHIT!'

Orli lost control. There was no point in trying to hold back because it was
inevitable now. He felt a jet of juice force up his shaft.

'I'm commmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmming!'

And this triggered Joe. His balls exploded and started to spew cream up the
column of his cock. He started to slam with incredible ferocity as his mouth
opened and he howled like a beast.

'Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!' Orli shot a jet of white gold onto Joe's furry pecs.

'FUCKING................ SHITTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT!' A huge fountain of
Joejuice shot from his slit deep, deep inside the arse.

They were out of control. Joe's body slammed down onto Orli's so that the
movie star's cock was forced against his hairy belly. The hair was soon
drenched in Orli's liquid lust. Smashed against his lover Joe thrust in
sharp hard motions as jet after jet blasted out. With every shot each man
screamed his passion and the sweat ran more profusely. They moved as one
now, two perfectly formed young men in a unity of sweat, muscle, passion and
orgasmic ecstasy. They writhed, squirmed, yelled, thrust, contracted in a
torrent of homosexual pleasure; they were both having the most powerful,
exquisite orgasms of their lives.

It subsided slowly. With lingering bursts of semen that breathless grunting
the motion slowed until, after what had seemed to be an eternity, they
collapsed against each other. Between them there lay a lake of Orlando's
semen. It smothered his smooth chest and matted Joe's hair to his body, and
deep inside Orli a flood of Joe's semen oozed and slid around his still
erect cock.

They kissed with supreme passion and embraced even harder.

'Even hotter than I ever imagined Mr Bloom!' Joe placed a hand between them,
scooped up some spilt cream and shared it between their hungry mouths.

'Stay inside me Joe! I want your cum again.' He spread his arms wide and Joe
licked into his moist armpit.

'I'm not going anywhere lover! I'm in there for ever.'


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