Date: Thu, 15 Aug 2002 01:29:48 -0700
From: Backlash29 x <backlash29@hotmail.com>
Subject: ryans-hole-11

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 Ryan Phillippe's sexuality, nor that of any other famous
personality mentioned here, and has written this purely as a work of erotic
fantasy fiction. Enjoy!

RYAN'S HOLE

by Backlash29

backlash29@hotmail.com

Chapter 11: On Location

Gosford park, Day One - 10am

Now I know why movie stars live in California. This place is dismal. We're
in the English countryside, in the middle of nowhere, and it's been pissing
down rain every hour of the day. We just began shooting yesterday, and I'm
already sick of it. Two and a half weeks to go, with only two week-ends to
escape into London!

Worse, I have less access to getting fucked here than I had planned. Brady
originally agreed to stay with me for the entire shoot, rounding up men to
fuck me wherever he could, and substituting with his own sweet prick as
needed. But he got called back to California last night for some kind of
work emergency.

He promised to work on getting me some players from that end. I hope so. My
ass smarted all day yesterday from taking those 32 loads on the plane coming
over, but today I'm fresh and ready once again. My ass aches for cock. I
really need to get fucked, very soon. Hopefully things will look up by later
today.

*     *     *

Gosford park, Day One - 4pm

OK, so there's this hot limey actor I've seen in a few movies, Clive Owen.
At least I think he's a limey. Might be Aussie. Anyway, he was in this
little art film that nobody saw, called "Croupier" and I thought he was
totally hot. Well guess what, he's in "Gosford Park" also, and he just
arrived on the set today looking as fine as ever. I'm trying to figure out
what he's got in his pants, and to see if I can catch his eye. It's been a
while since I truly cruised for a fuck. Not to be a dick about it, but I've
usually got guys hanging all over me waiting to give my ass a good plugging.
It's a bit different out here. I'm going to have to do some work.

I'll see if I can get this Owen bloke's attention. Even if he doesn't dig
guys, he might be persuaded to bury his dick in me just to get it off. He's
probably as horny as I am, stuck in this miserable place. I can make my
pussy just as sweet and juicy for him as any girl's...

*     *     *

Gosford Park, Day Two - Noon

No action on Mr. Clive Owen yet, but I managed to track down some action.
First, it was one of the local extras last night, who gave me what I was
needing. I saw him in the dinner line with a few of his "mates." They're all
around my age and pretty sexy I guess, in that English way. Anyway, after
dinner they were hanging out making plans to go to a nearby pub. The cutest
extra was standing by himself in one room, so I just went over and groped
him. Like this was a sex club instead of a deserted mansion at the end of
the fuckin' earth.

He got all surprised, but I could tell from what I felt in his crotch that
he liked the idea, so a few minutes later we were upstairs in one of the
servant's rooms, both with our pants around our ankles, and he was drilling
in and out of me as I leaned over the bed. After his jizzed in me I told him
I was just getting started, and he should round up his friends for some fun
instead of heading out to the pubs. He conferred with them and they
eventually agreed, and so I spent the evening on my back at one of the
extra's nearby apartment, getting my ass banged repeatedly by six hard
pricks, good specimens of some juicy, uncut British sausage.

Then at breakfast this morning, Clive Owen is there again, and there's this
total babe of a butt-boy hanging out with him who I didn't recognize. I
asked around but nobody knew who he was. I overheard him talking in an Irish
accent. He's a few years younger than Clive, with pretty little brown eyes,
perfect skin, and a sinewy little body that would look so fine just
thrusting itself at my backside, driving his thick Irish weiner deep and
hard in and out of my cunt. I want him. I want both of them. Today is the
day I make my move.

*     *     *

Gosford Park, Day Two - 830pm

Yep, I finally scored with Clive and his butt-boy. Clive finished his
shooting before I did, and I saw him immediately disappear with the little
stud. They were practically arm-in-arm. The Irish guy is so hot.

His name is Colin Farrell. No one's ever heard of him before. I guess he's
been doing some minor stuff and now he's hanging around the big boys to see
what he can make happen for himself, in that pay-to-play Hollywood kind of
manner. God knows, I've given up my butt to plenty of big-dicked producers,
directors, and other influential types in my time.

Anyway, I got out of shooting about a half-hour later and took off to find
them. We're all staying on location, all of the actors at least, because
there's so many freakin' rooms in this country house, it only makes sense.
I've got a pretty spacious pad of my own on the top floor. Clive and his
butt-boy are right down the hall. I figured they wouldn't expect me to come
wandering by their door in the late afternoon, so I walked as quietly as I
could. Sure enough, as I approached the door, I heard the muffled cries of
good sex.

"Oh, please...fuck me...fuck me..." came the Irish stud's sexy little
whimper. The other voice just grunted.

I had spent enough time wandering the house to know that these upstairs
rooms all connected to each other in various funky ways. It wasn't just the
straightforward hallways and doorways you get in American houses. So I set
off in search of a corridor that led around Clive's room, and found it, just
next to the maid's closet. It was a secondary closet that connected to the
closet in Clive's room around the back. I slipped through the passage as
silently as possible. When I got through Clive's closet, the door into his
bedroom was ajar, and the grunts and groaning on the bed were somewhat
louder.

I pushed the door open slightly further, and it was then that I got the
perfect view. Clive knelt on his mattress, his pale skin and muscles shining
in the afternoon light, with the expression of a lusty monster and the
composure of a king. His back was to me, and Colin's sexy, hairy legs were
wrapped around his torso. Colin lay on his back, and was scooting his hips
down into Clive's crotch in a wanton, staccato rhythm, fucking himself on
the top stud's pole.

"Ohh...unhh...yess...fuck me..." he grunted desperately with every thrust he
made onto Clive's hot dick.

For his part, Clive simply held the young man's legs and flexed his thigh
and ass muscles, fucking the eager boy deeply with each inward thrust. His
alabaster butt formed cute little dimples with every exertion he made to
fuck the fiery Irish bottom.

I pushed the door fully open. Like every other goddamn door in this rickety
place, it complained with a long squeak. Both boys stopped and spun their
heads toward me, surprised by the intrusion. They didn't expect to be
interrupted, of course, but they also probably never expected anyone to
enter from that corner of the room.

I smiled at them, somewhat wickedly. "Thought so," I said.

Colin's handsome face was fixed in alarm, but Colin's gaze softened quickly
into its regular, steady seductive trance. "You like what you see, Ryan?" he
asked in his low, soft voice.

"Bloody right," I said, trying out the vernacular. "Got room on there for
one more?"

I had already started pulling off my clothes, and soon I stood there, fully
naked and hard. Clive looked appraisingly up and down my body, his jaded
expression momentarily lifting into a slight smile.

"Maybe so," he drawled. "But you're going to have to beg me for it."

"I can beg with the best of them," I promised.

"Let's hear it then," he said. "Go."

I approached the bed and crawled onto it, positioning myself on all fours,
next to the butt-boy, Colin. I pushed my ass up like a cat's, figuring I
should show the boys my best asset right off the bat. Clive whistled
approvingly. Colin just gulped.

"You...you take cocks in...that thing?" Colin asked, stumbling over the
question. Clive's dick was still hard and motionless, deep inside his ass.

"Yep," I said, stretching luxuriously, wagging my butt around. "It loves
dicks. I intend to take as many up there as I can while we're stuck in this
place. including his--" I nodded at Clive-- "and, hopefully yours."

"Mine?" Colin laughed. "Man, I haven't been a top in...well, forever."

"Ah. Another pussy-boy, like me?"

"Fuck yes," Colin replied, then gasped slightly as Clive sent a few teasing
pokes into him, grinning down at his butt-boy to emphasize the point. "Can't
you tell? Ol' Clive here is hung like a horse, and that's just how I like
'em. There's nothing better than getting a big, juicy uncut prick sliding in
and out of my cunt."

I smiled. "I couldn't agree more, my friend," I said. "Hung like a horse,
eh? Am I gonna get some of that?"

Clive's smoldering expression fixed on me. "I told you. You have to beg."

"Oh really," I said. "And how much begging did this one have to do? You
can't fool me, you've had your dick inside this cheap B-list Irish slut
every spare second since the day he arrived."

"That's right," Clive said. "And after I fucked him the first time a few
months ago he had to follow me around London for a week just to get me to do
it again."

I looked down at Clive's prick. It certainly looked huge and luscious, at
least from the thick stem protruding out from Colin's hot asshole. I licked
my lips. I wanted some of that cock in me.

Then I looked also at Colin's meat. It was about eight inches, nice and
thick, also uncut. Not too bad. I bet it would make a nice mouthful. And
maybe after I sucked it I could hop on top of it and give this Mick whore a
good ride, just to show off to both of them how well I can take it.

So that's what I did. Without a word, I spun my body and slurped Colin's fat
meat-stake into my mouth. He was already hard, and as I applied my voracious
hummer abilities, his cock spat wad after wad of slimy pre-cum into my
throat. I sucked it all down and slurped for more, taking his thick bone in
long, sucking motions, up and down the shaft, running my tongue all over
every inch of the stem and head.

Colin moaned as I did this, and a few seconds later, his moans intensified
as Clive began pushing his big log in and out of Colin's asshole once more.
I could tell from the ways Colin's body twisted and the way he moaned
exactly how big and how deep Clive's cock was going inside him, and this
knowledge gave me a raging hard-on. I tried to focus on the blow-job I was
giving this sexy young man, but I was distracted by jealousy. I wanted
Clive's huge boner ramming my ass as well.

But Colin's cock would do for now. After several minutes, I had his eight
inches rock hard and spit-lubed, and without ceremony I swung my right leg
over his midsection, lined up the cock with my hole, and slid my hungry ass
right down onto it. Oh man, it was heaven. Colin's cock inside me was the
itch I'd needed to scratch all day. It poked way up high into my rectum, and
as I rode him up and down, his foreskin made for an extra layer of
pliability, milking his bone and my ass with every in-and-out motion.

Unfortunately, Colin was so unaccustomed to this stimulation (an ass on his
cock) that it only lasted about thirty seconds. I gave him an easy ride,
hoping to draw it out for a while, but when I looked down at his gorgeous
face, his eyes were bulged from exertion, and all at once he hollered
something unintelligible in his crazy accent, and I felt him spray his
steaming goo way up high into me.

"Way to go, butt-boy," I praised him. But he wasn't off the hook, not yet.

I dismounted his cock, stood on the bed, and switched the sides that my feet
were on, turning my body fully around. I slapped my dick a few times in the
direction of Clive, who was still powerfully fucking our butt-boy, to see if
he might want to take a suck. But he was a typical trade top, and I could
tell right away I wasn't going to get any action from his handsome mouth. So
I did what I'd planned on anyway: I sank once again to my knees, this time
lining up my freshly-fucked ass with Colin's cute face. His stubble on my
inner ass-cheeks told me I'd found my mark, and in a flash, his tongue was
going inside me.

"Oh yeah," I moaned. I always love a good rim-job after getting fucked,
especially if the dude who fucked his hot load into me is the same one who's
licking it out. "Let's see what you got, ass-boy," I taunted him. "Lick out
my fuckin' hole. I want to feel that hot tongue deep inside me, eating out
your tasty load."

"He'll lick it all," Clive told me. "He's pretty eager to please."

"Yeah?" I grunted, humping my face down on his flickering tongue a few
times, extra hard. "You want to lick that, slut? You want to make two big
movie stars happy with your cock and your ass and your tongue? You ready to
play with the big boys?"

Clive smiled at me, amused by my power trip. Funny, he knew I was a much
bigger star than he was, but of course he didn't say so. He just played
along. "Yeah, I get sluts like this one all the time. They want to make it
in Hollywood, so they just hang around me and the others, giving up their
ass for a big juicy dick."

"Fuckin' right. And his cock and tongue feel so fuckin' good. How's his ass,
man?"

"Sweet," Clive said, pumping in a few extra-hard thrusts, making Colin grunt
into my asshole. "Very sweet."

"Alright," I said, excitedly, and began pulling on my hard dick. "Good ass,
great dick, knows how to lick out loads with his tongue--he might make it to
celebrity status after all. Maybe we've got the next Tom Cruise here. What
do you think?"

Clive was getting closer and closer to cumming. "Nah, Tom's ass is even
tighter than this one," he said. growing breathless. "But this hot little
fuck sure knows how to use it. I think he's going to be big."

I looked down approvingly at Colin's cock, hard again and leaking jizz. "I'd
say he already is!"

At that moment, Clive exploded into Colin, and I pressed my ass down hard on
the bitch's face to keep him from squirming out of control. I know how it
can be to have a load pounded into you deep and hard by a powerful stud, and
having a cock or an ass for focus on with your mouth can only enhance the
pleasure. I love feeling a stud's cum escape into my asshole while I've got
another asshole sitting on my mouth.

We all switched positions after that, and we talked a lot less. Colin rolled
onto his knees, and Clive went and stood at the head of the bed, slapping
his spent dick around Colin's face to make it hard again. As Colin slurped
off all the dripping cum from Clive's huge member, I hunched down between
Colin's lovely spread cheeks in back and drive my face into his
freshly-fucked buns. He has one of the most gorgeous asses I've ever seen.
No wonder he's a butt-boy. He better not ever move to Hollywood, or he's
going to give me a run for my money!

As I pushed my tongue into his butthole to return the favor of him rimming
out my ass for his load, I thought about how many studs had pounded their
cocks into this bitch's tight cunt. It was certainly pretty far from his
first time. Had he ever been gangbanged? Was it a half-dozen guys? A dozen?
More? I doubted seriously he could have taken on as many as, say, I did that
day at Percy's dorm. But who knows? I ate out all of Clive's slimy, hot
load, humming happily as a pictured Percy's group using Colin's ass.

Once Colin had licked Clive hard once again, I knew it was only a matter of
time before I had Clive's gigantic rod plunged deep inside me, the same way
he'd plunged it into Colin. Then I remembered that Clive had wanted me to
beg. I was all for it. I knew how to beg for cocks. I never usually had to,
but it was certainly something I knew how to do.

I laid back on the free part of the bed, stretching my tan body out, bowing
my legs slightly, and taking my throbbing cock in hand. I gave Clive my best
come-hither look, and gently spread my legs a little further apart. "Please,
Clive..." I said. "Will you fuck me? Please?"

Clive was still standing off the other side of the bed, pointing his cock
into Colin's mouth as the Irish butt-boy worked his magic lips up and down
on the hard, juicy shaft. Clive focused his steamy gaze on me, but didn't
reply.

I continued jerking my dick, giving him a solo session. Then I spread my
legs ever further, and sent my free hand down between them, working the nub
of my middle finger into my hairy little man-twat. As soon as I felt it I
shut my eyes and moaned, tipping my head backward gently, exaggerating the
effect for his benefit. I continued with my eyes shut, jerking and
finger-fucking myself, as my head rolled in ecstasy.

"Oh...Clive..." I groaned passionately. "Please Clive...I've wanted your
cock all week...it's gonna feel so good to have you in my pussy..."

His crooked sneer gradually spread into a wicked smile. His gaze was fixed
on the area where I was finger-banging my hole. Some of Colin's cum and spit
were oozing out. He liked what he saw.

Soon, I had him on top of me, my soft legs wrapped around his strong torso
as he fed that fat cock into me. Fuck, it felt great. I really had wanted
him all week. It wasn't just the deprivation of not having hot men to do me
service night and day, like I was used to. He was a very hot and handsome
stud in his own right, the kind that once I take a look at them I want them
inside me, fucking me, pounding me, using my hole for their pleasure. And
Clive delivered the goods: even after spending what sounded (and tasted)
like a big, gooey load up inside Colin's asshole, he had plenty more cum
stored up where that came from. For the next few minutes I made it my
mission to earn it for my ass.

He settled into a good, trade-top-bang--no kissing or mushy stuff, no coy
banter, just good hard slamming, up into my twat, then all the back out,
then all the way in again. It was the kind of purposeful, hot fucking that
makes you lose your breath within the first few strokes, and you never quite
regain it for the duration of the ride. Clive fucked me senseless, making me
cry for more, making me want it badly, making me beg.

"Oh...yes...man...fuck me...that's so...so fuckin' good...yeah...oh man, I
need that dick...do it...c'mon, fuck me harder...please sir...please...fuck
me ple-e-ease...!"

After a while I started to wonder what the other butt-boy was doing. I kind
of wanted Colin's cock in my mouth again, all eight thick Irish inches of
it, penetrating my mouth while I felt Clive's monstrous dick fill up and
vacate my ass. But when I looked dazedly around the room, I didn't see
him--at least, not at first. Then I noticed him across the room, sitting
naked on a sofa, watching our action. He looked stunning, sprawled
luxuriously on top of the antique cushions, his hairy legs spread and one
hand between them, the other one pulling on his dick.

Then I noticed what the hand between his legs was doing: Colin had a
vibrator, and was using it on his own ass! It looked so fucking hot. He had
the thing set to a low hum and was plunging in and out while he moaned and
looked on, watching our hard fuck through the dim slits of his gorgeous
brown eyes as he vibe-fucked his hairy Irish hole--the same hole I had just
licked clean--and whacked off his big floppy sausage.

Without any warning, I felt the cum rise up in my balls and slash out of my
cock, coating my chest and stomach. It was an incredibly pleasurable burn. I
didn't even have my hand on my dick when it happened--I was holding Clive's
shoulders, pulling him toward me with every deep stroke of our fuck.

My orgasm spurred his, and after he dumped his juicy load inside me, I
looked back over at Colin, in the throes of a hot orgasm himself. "Oh-h-h,
yes mates, fuck...! That's so fuckin' hot...Ryan...Clive man...oh shit, I'm
gonna shoot now, mates...I'm gonna cum!" And he pulled several long, white
ribbons of cum from his uncut prick, coating his own sexy chest with it, as
the vibrator hummed at full-strength inside his ass.

*     *     *

Gosford park, Day Six

I've gotten lots of good fucking out of both Clive and Colin over the next
few days. Colin ended up falling in love with my ass, and it was interesting
to watch his transformation from total pussy-boy to at least part-time top.
His fat dick felt so good getting crammed up into my hole. I love how eager
he gets, how his handsome face gets all scrunched up from exertion as I ride
his pole, squeezing his cock with my pussy-lips and making it explode deep
inside me.

Colin's sexy stubble is always covered in a layer of sweat while he's
fucking me. The experience of being a top is so unusual for him that it
takes all his energy to keep from cumming as soon as his uncut prick is
inside my hole. He generally lasts only five minutes or so, but then I lick
his cock until it's hard again, usually while Clive is taking his turn
slamming my asshole, and by the time Clive cums inside me, Colin is ready to
be ridden once again.

Of course, he still takes his turn plenty often as the butt-boy. Clive sinks
his dick into him just about every spare minute, including several times
throughout the day when I'm unable to join them. They'll sneak off together
while I'm finishing a scene, and by the time I get to their room, there are
one or two new fresh loads of semen ready for me to drink out of Colin's
pussy. He'll see me arrive, smile, and roll over onto all fours, pushing his
hot Irish ass backwards at me by way of invitation. While he puts Clive's
dick down his throat, I'll get on the bed behind him, part his round
ass-mounds, and press my whole face into his sexy crevice, lapping and
licking like crazy around his hairy little twat. He loves this, and always
pushes his ass back at me so hard that I nearly lose my breath while
savoring all the delicious jism buried in his hot little trench. Then, when
we both can't stand it any more, one of us will lie back and take Clive's
hot, hard fuck.

I still haven't been getting much other sex, beside these two. And even as
insatiable as they are, there's only so many buttloads of cum to be gotten
from two tops in a given day. Tad, the cute extra who fucked me with his
team of friends a few days ago, is gone now, back to the city. But his
friends are still around, and I've been managing to score about two of them
per evening after shooting is over. They stop by my room as soon as I'm out
of make-up, and take turns pile-driving me on my creaky little bed. One of
them, Daniel, is not such an attractive chap but he's got a cock like a
billy club and it shoots nearly a gallon of hot cum. He fucks like a demon,
too. His is my favorite English fuck to take so far, even including Colin
and Clive.

*     *     *

Gosford park, Day Seven

We finally wrapped shooting for the week last night at about eight pm. Most
of the cast was too tired to head into the city, but I had been dreaming
about cocks all day, and I knew that if I made the two-hour drive into
London there would be no end of possible top studs available to fuck my
brains out. I confirmed this with Brady, who as I write this is on his way
over (finally) from Los Angeles, and who managed to make contact with some
hot studs in the London area to meet me at my hotel.

So I got to London a little after ten, and checked into my hotel--a suite of
rooms at a fancy, modern place just off Trafalgar Square. The lobby was
packed with great-looking hunks, many of whom were watching me, and some of
whom even seemed slightly familiar. I finished check-in and followed the
bellhop, a blond Scottish stud in his mid-twenties, to the elevator.

As soon as the elevator door was shut, the bellhop said: "Mr. Phillippe, my
name is Nick, and I have instructions from Mr. Brady Jones to give you
anything you might need while you're a guest at our hotel."

I looked in his eyes then. They twinkled. I noticed he hadn't pushed the
call button yet for any floor.

"Yes?" I mused. "And what exactly might you have to offer?"

Wordlessly, Nick opened the zipper on the front of his tight slacks, reached
inside, and brought out a huge cock. Even soft, it looked totally
out-of-proportion with the rest of him. I salivated instantly, and my
asshole twitched.

"Do you like it?" Nick asked.

"Yes, very much," I said. "Did...um...did Brady say anything else?"

"Just to come to your room and fuck you as many times as you want me to, and
to see about rounding up some others to do the same until he arrives."

"Perfect," I said. "Let's go to the room right away so we can get started."

In the suite, Nick parked all my bags in the corner of the front room, while
I immediately went to the sofa by the window, pulled my pants and underwear
off, unbuttoned my dress shirt, and lifted my legs, spreading them wide.
Nick was right there to take my ankles, and a moment later he had opened his
zipper again and pulled out his massive cock. It was now spitting pre-cum,
totally rock-hard. I gulped.

"Fuck me as hard as you can, man, I've needed it all fuckin' day," I told
him. "After you cum in me, why don't you call around and see who else you
know that might want to join in."

"I've already made those calls, sir" Nick said, his thickly accented voice
showing no emotion other than the dutiful courtesy of his job position.
"Some of the young men you saw downstairs will be up here shortly. I will
call down to them when you're ready."

He took some lube from his pocket, squeezed a glob of it onto his hand, and
proceeded to lube up his long pole, smearing the left-over on my hungry
pucker. Then he lined up his big cock and rammed it straight forward into my
aching twat. "UHH-HH-HNGH..." I moaned loudly with pleasure at the
intrusion. Nick waited a beat to make sure I had stopped dilating around his
enormous prick, then started pounding my hot hole forcefully in hard, eager
strokes.

"Oh god...oh shit...yess..." I moaned. "Fuck me...do it...stud...that feels
so good..."

As he fucked me, I looked up at him. His bellhop uniform was still
completely on, but he had undone his shirt and tie partially so that he
wouldn't sweat out the clothing. I could make out ripples in his chest and
stomach, and his pretty green eyes shone down at me as I continued to
receive his fuck.

He asked in a low, soft whisper: "Mr. Phillippe, do you want me to call the
others?" I just nodded weakly, my mouth gaping at his pure beauty and the
intensity of his fuck. Without missing a beat, Nick withdrew a cell phone
from his pocket, touched one number, and spoke: "He's ready. Bring up the
first team now."

Then he shut the cell phone, tossed it on the sofa cushion next to me, and
returned to focusing on his fuck.

A minute or two later, the door opened, and five more studs filed in. I
recognized them from the lobby, but I also seemed to recognize them
from...somewhere else? There wasn't much to distract me from the blond
beauty who was furiously hammering my hole, but I watched the crew of
English studs undressed through bleary blissed-out eyes, as my ass continued
receiving its primal pleasure.

Soon the newcomers had gathered around me. They were all mid-twenties, and
all had medium-to-dark hair, slight trim builds, and handsome features. They
almost like some the hot frat boys who fucked me mercilessly that day in
Percy's dorm room, but I knew it wasn't possible that Brady had flown them
all the way over here. Then who...? I wondered dreamily as they all smiled
down at me, totally naked now and pulling on their growing uncut erections.

Nick, following my instructions to slam my ass as hard as he was able, was
beginning to grow winded, and I could feel his orgasm approach. But even in
the dream-state of fucking me, he maintained his decorum sufficiently to
provide introductions. With his last gasps of air, he announced: "Mr.
Phillippe, at Mr. Jones' request and arrangements, I would like to introduce
the members of BoyZone--Stephen, Ronan, Shane, Michael, and Keith. They are
here to serve your needs and to show any manner of hospitality you see fit."

I couldn't believe it. I looked around once more at their faces. At that
point, I finally recognized Stephen Gately and Ronan Keating right away. The
others were less well-known, but every bit as sexy and ready. The boys all
wore impish grins, and their cocks had grown out of control. They were all
eager to fuck the hell out of the visiting movie star from America. And I
couldn't wait to take all their wet, delicious ass-fulls of hot limey
boy-band cum!

Ronan went first. He waited while Nick flooded my intestines with his load,
then immediately stepped in to replace him after the bellhop withdrew and
moved away. I stayed in my position, and Ronan slipped his big cock into my
freshly-fucked hole, poking it as deep as he could. I was still in shock
from the fact of having five hot young celebrities all waiting to fuck me as
soon as I arrived in town, so I continued moaning as loud as I could. That
ended a moment later, however, when one of the others--Shane Lynch, it turns
out--knelt on the sofa and fed his long dick into my mouth. As I sucked on
Shane lovingly, his bandmate Ronan continued to rape my hard, hungry asshole
with every bit as much fervor as sexy Nick had before him.

Ronan soon shot his wad inside me as well, but I was having such a great
time deep-throating Shane and hearing his sexy moans that I barely noticed,
and within a few seconds of ejecting Ronan's spent dick, my pussy hole felt
another hard boy cock sliding all the way deep inside it. I spit out Shane
tot catch my breath, hand-jobbing as I smiled down at Stephen, whose huge
gay cock was now re-shaping my ass from the inside. "Feel good, mate?" he
asked. "Wonderful, man," I assured him, and went back to sucking off Shane.

Shane dropped his load in my mouth about the same time Stephen lost control
inside my ass. But even as Keith Duffy stepped in and took his turn to fuck
me, I kept Shane's cock in my mouth, sucking off the remnants of his cum and
making him hard once more. The last member of the band, Mikey Graham, knelt
on the other side of me, and I went back and forth between there cocks,
spinning my head to one side to coax the cum further along Mikey's
flesh-tube, and then to the other side to get Shane's fuck-stick nice and
hard again so he could fuck my ass. The whole time I'm doing this, Stephen
and Ronan jerk each other off lazily, while Keith fucks my man-pussy with
everything he's got.

Soon I had Keith's cream inside me as well, clearing the way for Shane to
assume the position and fuck me. I was getting a little cramped in the
missionary position, so before he could enter me I deftly rolled onto my
knees on the sofa, pressing my ass backwards into his meaty cock as I
continued blowing his bandmate, Mikey. Mikey had the least impressive cock
of all of them, but it was certainly delicious, and I knew it would spray
plenty of fine goo into my hole just the same. As it was, he could barely
contain his cum, and by the time Shane had shot his evening's second
cum-load into my ass, Mikey had to scramble to get in line behind me and
bang the last several dozen strokes into my hard ass before his cum exploded
as well.

I was given no cock to suck while Mikey banged me, so I decided to
concentrate solely on giving up my ass to his frenzied, animalistic
copulation. I grunted and groaned and grimaced, pushing back with my ass on
every stroke, right up to and through the point where his cock exploded and
long, hot ropes of jism flew into my ass-shaft, adding his cum to the pile
of limey boy-band loads.

When Mikey pulled out of my ass, it felt suddenly vacant, and I hoped that
one of the boys would be hard enough to take me for a second round. However,
the next sensation I felt was much different than a cock. Stephen got on his
knees behind me, and where my ass was hanging off the sofa, leaking out all
their loads of man-juice, he stuck his face inside and began licking it all
up. I was in heaven. He was as good a felcher as Brady himself, and he
seemed to enjoy it every bit as much. My ass released its treasure drop by
little drop. As soon as he'd licked me clean I would let out a little bit
more. Eventually I couldn't restrain myself any more, and I released all of
the cum onto his handsome, boyish face. He greedily ingested all of it,
humming hungrily as he ate the meal that poured out around his lovely
features.

Once Stephen had licked me clean, we all retreated to the bedroom for a
repeat performance. All five boys fucked me again, in the same order they
had the first time, and when they were done, Stephen once again got between
my legs (I was on my back this time) and drank out all of their celebrity
loads. It was around that time that Nick made a return appearance, and,
seeing our progress, offered to call in "the second team" to satisfy me.
"Bring them on," I sighed, lost in ecstasy as Stephen's tongue fluttered
inside my ass.

*     *     *

The next group of men to fuck me didn't arrive for ten minutes or so, so I
savored the time to relax on my back and enjoy Stephen Gately's expert
rim-job. "Oh yeah man, do it," I moaned. "Eat the cum out of my ass. All ten
hot loads. You love sucking out all that boy-band jizz...eat my ass, man,
lick it all out of me."

Soon enough, Stephen's bandmates had all gotten dressed again, and were
opening the outer suite door to let in the "reinforcements" who would take
over as tops for my insatiable butt. I was holding the back of Stephen's
head, combing his soft hair with my fingers as he rimmed me, when I looked
up to see a dozen more fantastic-looking young men, all around the same age
as the BoyZone studs. They were rowdy, horny and ready to fuck. As they
began to strip for me, Ronan entered the room and smiled over at me on the
bed.

"These are some more of our mates from the business, Ryan," he said by way
of introduction. "Christian, Mark and Ste from BBMAK; from WestLife, Nicky,
Shane, Bryan, Kian, and Mark; and, fairly new on the scene, the A1 boys:
Mark, Paul, Christian, and Ben."

Each of the beautiful boys nodded and smiled excitedly at me when their name
was called. I was in heaven with anticipation. As they pulled off their
clothes, I studied their perfect young bodies, taut slim muscles, and
growing bulges. Soon they were all in their underwear, gathered around the
bed.

Mark Read from A1 was the first to speak up for the group. "It's our
pleasure to meet you, Ryan," he said, his off-kilter smile and luscious lips
matching the erotic tone of his accent. "We get mighty horny on the road,
and we've all just recently returned from tours, so it's great to have such
a stunning little butt to drop our loads in. We've been looking forward to
this all week!" The other studs all murmured their agreement.

Mark went on. "It turns out we've got a couple other dedicated bottoms among
us. Hope you don't mind." Paul Marazzi, a sweet, compact little stud with a
bicep tattoo and dreamy green eyes, wandered over to join his bandmate.
"Paul here is our dedicated butt-boy. He takes all our cocks while we're on
tour, along with any other dicks we pick up to swing on along the way. I'm
sure he'll want to fuck you, but while you're busy with the rest of us, it
will be in his nature to be getting fucked by the rest of us on the side."

Christian Ingebrigtson, the gorgeous blond hunk from their band, chimed in.
"It's true, he has a sweet little ass...I fucked him twice already before we
came over," he said, reaching into his tight briefs and hefting his package
with a grin. "But don't worry, there's plenty left in here for your sweet
butt, Ryan. I've wanted to fuck you since I saw 'White Squall' all those
years ago!"

"Me, too," their fourth and youngest bandmate, Ben Adams, a precious
dark-haired blue-eyed beauty, agreed.

"In our band, it's Ste," said Christian Burns, BBMAK's lead hunk, referring
to the gorgeous brown-eyed Stephen McNally, seated nearby. "It took him a
while to agree to it, because we all love pussy so much--man pussy
included--but from the first time Mark and I tasted his fine butt once at a
little post-concert orgy..." --he motioned to Mark Barry, the third in their
trio-- "...we knew we had to train him to take our dicks. He loves it now,
and wants to be fucked whenever he can."

"That's pretty funny, mates," laughed Nicky Byrne, who stood in a huddle
with his WestLife bandmates, reaching into each other's boxers to massage
their massive tubes of fuck-ready meat. "All five of us are essentially
bottoms. Bryan, Mark and I have always done that way, and even though Shane
and Kian here still fuck us constantly, the truth is they have grown
addicted to the feel of getting penetrated as well. These days I'd say they
like it just as much." The others--Bryan McFadden, Mark Feehily, Shane
Filan, and Kian Egan--all agreed.

"But we're here to fuck," Mark hastily assured me. "I spent so much of this
last tour on my back, getting poked and slammed by every hot boy we could
find after our concerts...I'm ready to switch now and give my ass a break!"

I smiled at him, sympathetically. God knows I never had that desire myself.
Too much cock in my ass? Never! I need it all the time, and I licked my lips
as all of them started removing their underwear and approaching my bed. I
crave cocks and cum constantly, and I silently wondered how many loads my
fine, talented ass would be able to pull from all twelve of their eager,
young dicks.

*     *     *

The boys fucked me all night and into the next day. I was exhausted from a
long week of shooting out at the site, but I was sustained by the adrenaline
charge from having so many hot young local celebrities all exerting
themselves to pleasure themselves inside my ass. As usual, when the cramping
got intense from holding one position too long, I would switch to another.
Between taking their cocks on my back, on my knees, riding their crotches,
and standing up hunched over the wall, the chair, or the bed, I managed to
put on a non-stop show of sheer cock-craving will, over six hours in all,
taking all of their cocks and cumloads several times over.

Stephen Gately stayed behind after his BoyZone mates left, and one of them,
Shane Lynch, even returned at around 2am to continue the party. So, there
were a total of 14 studs for my ass to service throughout the night, and
they all used me several times. Stephen got next to me for part of it and
started taking cocks in his tight male pussy as well; Ste from BBMAK, Paul
from A1, and Shane and Bryan from WestLife all took several cocks and
jizz-loads up their hard little ass during the night as well. At first I was
alarmed to be around so many other natural bottoms, when I greedily craved
all of the cocks for myself. But all of the other bottoms came in me a few
times as well, and I quickly realized that these boys' perpetual hard-ons
contained so many pent-up loads that I would still be plenty satisfied by
all of them before the party was done.

Finally, as the sun slowly rose at around 630am, our action seemed to be
winding down. Only eight studs remained, plus me. I lay back luxuriously on
the hotel's satin bed pillows as sexy Christian Burns used his mighty ten
inches on my ass and his bandmate, the studly Mark Barry, slapped his fat
eight-inch cock around my face and fucked it into my mouth and throat.
Christian exploded into me, and I could tell from the effort it took that
this was his last cum of the night. Likewise, Mark beat off frantically over
my face, trying to time his orgasm with Christian's, but in the end what
dribbled out was just his last few drops of delicious boy-band man-syrup. It
fell on my soft lips and I hungrily drank it down, like the cock-crazed
whore that I am.

In a nearby chair, Nicky Byrne was curled up on his back as Mark Read stood
and delivered a pile-driving fuck to the blond bitch's voracious ass. As
Mark's ten inches dropped its load into Nicky, Shane Filan relaxed on all
fours on the carpet, letting Christian Ingebrigtson lap all the tasty jizz
from his hole, where it had been fucked by various members of the sex party
crew. Christian moaned deeply as he did this, savoring all the fresh cum. In
fact, after the other hot Christian (Burns) moved his spent cock out of my
hole, the hot blond one from A1 crawled sleepily onto the bed to eat out the
tangy cum from my hole, as he (and a few others) had done intermittently
throughout the night.

As Christian dined on my hole, the rest of the boys found their clothing and
began pulling it back on. Mark, who had just cum on my face, bent over to
give me a savory, sensuous kiss. Many of the boys, I learned that night, are
fantastic kissers, and he was probably the best of them all.

"How are you doing, little slut?" he asked me playfully, in a soft voice.

I beamed up at him. "It was the best," I said. "Let's do it again sometime.
Please?"

Mark laughed at my wantonness. "Well, sure, I think so. How long will you be
in England?"

"Another ten days or so," I said. "Back in London next week-end. Can you
meet me here at the hotel?"

"I'm sure some of us can," he promised. "Let me check with the others and
I'll see what I can set up."

They all left then, and I stretched like a cat in my enormous, well-used
hotel bed. A stupid grin covered my face, and my entire being seemed to just
glow. Once again, I had stumbled into an unexpected encounter and spent a
whole night being gloriously used by a succession of hot studs. As I drifted
off to sleep, I thought about how perfect it was. I was happy, and my hungry
male pussy was happy. At least for now.

*     *     *

Gosford park, Day Eight

"Damn, that's quite a tale," Brady commented when I saw him today and told
him about the hotel party. He had just arrived from Los Angeles and was
going to spend the last ten days of the shoot with me, helping out wherever
needed. We were now hanging out at my suite. "How many loads did you get in
your hole?"

"Too many to count," I said. "Probably like three dozen or so. And thanks
for hooking me up with Nick, the bellhop. He did everything just fine."

Brady smiled. "You're welcome. I hear he's got a mean cock, also. Has he
fucked you yet?"

"He fucked me as soon as I got here," I said, "and he did it again this
morning--well, it was afternoon actually--after I woke up. He stopped by
before his shift with two of his studly little friends, and they all banged
me full of their hot loads. Do you want to taste?"

"Sure."

I was wearing only my boxers, headed for the shower, so I pulled them down
and leaned over the bed. Brady, fully clothed, knelt on the carpet and
pushed his face into my ass, licking and drinking all three loads of fresh
jism. When he was done, he stood up again, wiping his face with a nearby
towel.

"Yum," was all he said. I smiled at him, kicked the boxers aside, and headed
toward the bathroom to take my shower. We had only a couple hours before we
had to drive down to the location once again.

*     *     *

Gosford park, Day Twelve (Two Days Prior to Departure)

The rest of my stay in the countryside was more pleasurable than it had been
those first few days. With Brady on duty, is was much easier to get action
during my downtime on  the set. He picked up a cell phone while we were in
London that would work on the European grid, and spent most of my filming
hours coordinating fucks for me up in my bedroom. Generally I was needed on
location for two stints per day, usually one to two hours each. That left
time in the early morning, late morning, early afternoon, and late afternoon
(into the evening) to get naked up in my suite at the empty mansion, getting
on my back or onto all fours, and whoring my ass to whomever Brady saw fit
to bring by.

This included a great many very cute extras and locals. They were different
from my American tops--mostly they were uncut, many had paler skin and
rougher features than the usual pretty boys who came by to fuck my ass. Of
course, their accents were also recognizable, and just exotic enough to make
the experience of being fucked by them more special.

The locals also seemed quite aggressive on the whole: no passive tops in
rural England, it seems. It was like they had more extra energy to get out
of their system. A typical fuck consisted of me assuming the position on my
creaky little bed, and a handsome, horny English stud ripping his trousers
open to reveal an uncut hard-on that was already dripping and raging hard.
They would plow it into me instantly, without any notion of foreplay,
kissing, or lube. They would fuck me until they shot their hot limey jism
inside my boy-toy Hollywood fuck-tunnel, and then with a groan they would
pull off, zip up, and make room for the next one. All in all, I took upwards
of a dozen fucks and loads this way each day, from the same sampling of a
dozen or so hot local men.

My favorite stud was named Liam, and strapping Irish lad with a cock that
just wouldn't quit. Not only was Liam able to bone me relentlessly several
times per session, but he was endowed with the biggest cock I think I saw
during my whole stay in England. When I asked him, he told me proudly it was
28 centimeters long--that's over eleven inches for us American size
queens--when it was hard. And it was always hard. He had the rough features
of a young country tough, and the scarred, devilish good looks of a pretty
thug. When he fucked me, it was always on my knees, and while he pummeled in
and out of my ass he would clutch and slap me around the waist in his large,
strong hands, growling obscenities in his Gaelic lilt.

Then, there were the special treats--other English celebs that Brady enticed
to our deserted location with the promise of banging my sweet, famous
Hollywood hole. I was amazed how many he talked into it. Even the straight
ones arrived, many of them several times, to claim their bit of celebrity
Yankee tail. Among them were many famous actors, musicians (a very hot
fucking from Robbie Williams was among these) and--best of all--footballers.
In England, the footballers enjoy a status that is high above any other
profession. So, when I tell you that my asshole was fucked not once, not
twice, but THREE times EACH over the course of two weeks by the legendary
(and totally straight) Liverpool Football Club players David Beckham,
Patrick Berger, and Michael Owen, you must realize that the cum loads
sloshing around inside my well-used man-cunt following those sessions
belonged not to celebrities so much as to British royalty. All three studs
fucked me together, in succession, and they loved it every time.

(Speaking of royalty--this hasn't happened yet, but before we leave this
place, Brady has hinted that he might have a shot at bringing Prince William
up to my hotel room, along with possibly his younger brother, who is rapidly
developing into quite the hot young troublemaker himself. Both boys, like
the footballers, show every sign of being straight...but evidently the idea
of dropping some of their royal teen-aged cum into Ryan Phillippe's back
door presents some honor that is becoming of their status...)

Last week-end, when shooting ended, it was back up to London for more fun. I
met with a few of the boy-band studs again, although it wasn't quite a
repeat of the full-on orgy that I'd hosted the week-end before. Mark Read
and Christian Ingibrigtson from A1 were there for a while Friday night,
banging my hole over and over and shooting three loads each deep inside me.
>From WestLife, Nicky Byrne and Kian Egan showed up just as the A1 boys were
finishing up in me, and took turns fucking me senseless until three in the
morning or so. In both cases, the duos did a perfect two-holer on me, one
fucking my mouth while the other pounded my asshole, then switching places.

At one point early on, Christian sat on my face to let me drink some cum
(god knows whose) from his butt while Mark worked on drilling his first
boy-load into my hole. Likewise, I rimmed some delicious spent seed from
Nicky's hairy ass as Kian's big ten inches plowed into me. When I asked
Nicky later whose cum I'd drunk, he said it belonged to Pop Idol lovers
Gareth Gates and Will Young, who shared a love nest nearby that they used
for off-camera trysts. I had seen footage of both boys, and had loved them
instantly: Will, in his early twenties, the fetching matinee idol type; and
Gareth, in his teens, the likely poster child of every self-respecting
chicken-hawk in the UK.

Nicky told me this as the boys got dressed, our encounter having ended with
buckets of their fresh jizz inside me, on top of the A1 stud's loads. Before
they left, I made Nicky swear to tell Gareth and Will about my utter
willingness and desire to feel those Pop Idol loads in me as well.

And so it was that I woke the following morning to a loud knock at my suite
door. Groggily, I checked the clock: It was 10am. I stumbled to the suite
door, and opening it, saw the face of my two angels: Gareth and Will, in the
flesh, eager grins on their young faces. I instantly perked up, letting them
into the suite and inviting them to make themselves comfortable while I
disappeared into the bathroom to clean myself up. When I emerged ten minutes
later, the lovebirds were already going at it: Gareth had his pants pulled
down and had his knees on the sofa, his chest pressed against the rear
cushions, pleading with his lover Will, who had his thick limey bone buried
up Gareth's cute little ass and was railing it in and out.

"Well, studs," I said to the copulating pair. "You couldn't wait for me,
eh?"

"No, sir!" Gareth cried, in an amusing display of subservient attitude.
"Please sir, I won't let Will cum in me, but I just had to feel his big
weiner up my arse!"

One look under Gareth and I realized his was hung even bigger than his
boyfriend, who seemed, from what I could glimpse as his cock emerged from
and then sunk into the teen's asshole, to be hefting at least nine inches,
maybe more like nine-and-a-half. I smiled at the lad, trying to figure out
where to fit myself in. I was accustomed to being the only bottom around, at
least when there were only a few of us in the room. Eventually, I pulled my
clothes off and got on the sofa with Gareth, curling up on my back in a
fetal position and lining up his gigantic cock with my hole. It sunk into me
with the very next thrust that Will made into Gareth, and soon we were a
groaning, well-lubed three-fan fuck machine.

Gareth came inside me almost right away, but his cock was so big that even
after it lost half its hardness I could keep nursing it with my asslips as
it slid in and out under the power of Will's thrusts. So we kept fucking
until Gareth came inside me again, some ten minutes later. After he did so,
Will quickly withdrew from his partner and pushed him out of the way, so
that he could sink his huge cock into my pussy right behind Gareth's, just
in time to soak my insides with his load.

*     *     *

Gosford park, Day Eighteen

We leave back for L.A. later today. The agency must have gotten their plane
problems sorted out, because we're not using our return commercial ticket.
So, my hopes for a back-cabin gang-bang from another high school soccer team
are rather dashed. However, Brady has booked a handful of my favorite extras
to join us on the agency charter, and there's a place where we'll have the
privacy we need, so I guess that's OK.

Brady asked me casually this morning who my favorite fuck was from the UK
trip. I told him it was hard to pick just one. My memory goes back to the
biggest dicks I took: Liam, the sexy Irish extra who raped my cunt-hole
viciously every time he took my buttcheeks in his rough, giant hands; Gareth
Gates, whose cock looked outrageously out-of-proportion hanging off his
cute, puny frame, but who knew how to use it as well as any stud twice his
age;

Other memories include the noble and robotic way that the sexy bellhop,
Nick, would fuck my asshole upon command starting the moment I arrived in
London, both week-ends I stayed, including during any single free moment
between the superstar fucks I was receiving non-stop, left and right. And,
of course, converting the delicious Irish fox Colin Farrell from submissive
pussy-boy into part-time top.

Not to mention feeling David Beckham plow his divine nine-inches of jock
meat into me while I laid on my back, and Michael Owen (who I learned had
taken Beckham's dick plenty of times himself) slapped his fat wang around my
face, as Patrick Berger stood jerking off on my other side, waiting his turn
to use my ass.

After a while, Patrick got under me and slid his big eight inches in right
alongside Beckham's! I couldn't believe my luck--a double penetration from
two of the hottest tennis jocks in the world. They pumped in and out of my
greasy, hungry hole harder and harder, until they shot their jizz inside me.
Around the same moment, Michael Owen filled my mouth to overflowing with his
cum, and then used his last several spurts to give me a nice hot facial. His
extra-fat eight-inch dick stayed hard even after he came all over me, so he
went around to my ass where Beckham and Rafter had pulled out, and slid his
raging monster cock into my cum-slick tunnel, banging me voraciously until
another load escaped from his dick and joined the tennis stud cum puddle way
up inside my ass.

Overall, I must say, it was a more successful trip than I had bargained for.
As I type this into my diary, Brady is under me, licking out my boy-pussy,
getting it ready to be fucked on the plane. My bags are packed, and the limo
is arriving shortly.  I return to Hollywood knowing that I have taken a very
special part of England with me, in the form of over two hundred loads shot
by hot English men into my horny ass.

*     *     *

To be continued...

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My other stories are "40 Days and 39 Nights" in Gay/Celebrity, "Buttsex
Junkie" in Bisexual/Beginnings, and "Cup of Joe" in Gay/Authoritarian.