Date: Mon, 31 May 1999 12:13:50 -0400
From: Teen Jock <teenjockmm@mailcity.com>
Subject: Sabre Clashing {Teen Jock} (mm oral anal kiss) [1!1]

   This is TOTALLY FanFic, not actually in the sci-fi setting, more of just
meeting the gorgeous stud Ewan McGregor.  I do not imply that he's gay, but
I think it'd be cool if he were.

                              _Sabre Clashing_
                                by TeenJockMM

   As Ewan left the filming studio, he felt hot and tired, not to mention
horny.  He had just finished another grueling day filming his latest movie and
didn't want to be hounded for signatures, so he took the back exit.  As he
exited, he deposited a can of beer in the trash.
   He got into his car, and lit a Marlboro.  Instead of heading straight
home, he decided to stop off at one of the gay bars he frequented, the
Pink Flamingo.  He parked his car and locked it, hoping noone would notice
who he was and entered.
   The place was dimly lit, so he didn't have to worry exclusively on being
completely anonymous and worried about signature hounds, since no girls were
in gay bars.
   He went over to the glory holes, but thought the better of it and placed
a hankerchief strategically on his body, signaling that he was a top looking
for some rear entry.
   He was spotted quickly by a young stud with short blond hair, green eyes,
and decent muscles.  They grabbed hands and the hunky Scottish man led the
young blond to one of the rooms.  They entered and Ewan removed his shirt
as the blond locked the door.  The blond turned the light up a bit, turned
around and stared in awe.
   "Ewan?  Ewan McGregor?"
   "Yes, I'd hoped you wouldn't have noticed."
   "You're...," he was at a loss for words, though he didn't need to confirm
it.  He was here, and here for one thing.  But before he could speak, Ewan
spoke.
   "Yes, I am.  Since you know me so well, why don't you introduce yourself?"
   "Oh, sorry.  I'm Ray Garad."  He stuck out his hand to shake the sexy
older man's hand, who did the same, but pulled Ray onto the soft bed.
"I'm...," he said, unable to finish his sentence, as Ewan grabbed his head
and began kissing passionately and ferociously.
   Ewan was a great kisser, who snaked his tongue into Ray's mouth, licking
every bit, yet sucking and eating Ray's tongue at the same time.  Their hot,
sweaty chests against each other's, hearts pounding, emanating the heat and
smell of man sweat and light cigarette smoke.  Ewan almost seemed as if
trying to perform a tonsilectomy on Ray, whose kissing was not as superior
as Ewan's, but then, very few were.  When he was satisfied with Ray's return
kissing, he broke it, both gasping for air in the hot, sweaty, humid
atmosphere they had created around themselves.
   "That...was...the best...kiss...I...ever...had," Ray said between deep
breaths.
   "That's very flattering, but you're pretty good yourself," he said with
his light, sexy, Scottish accent.  "Shall we again?"
   "After."
   "So you're ready?"
   "As ready as I'll ever be."
   As they stood up, they both shucked their pants and were now only in
their only remaining clothes, underwear.  Ewan wore boxers, while Ray had
worn briefs.  Ewan's boxers were painfully bulging out, hiding all but his
length due to his hard-on.  Ray removed his briefs, revealing a cut, 5-inch
cock with a deep purple head and veins surrounding it.
   Ewan stepped over to Ray and got behind him, still wearing boxers and
whispered in his ear, "I love to have sex with someone who's worn out," and
as he said that, stroked lightly around Ray's cock, which couldn't take
very much more, topping it off with Ewan slowly humping through his boxers,
Ray shot his load onto the the floor, bucking, with Ewan nearly losing it.
   Ewan helped the heavy Ray onto the bed, who could scarcely move from his
earth-shattering orgasm.  He laid down face up on the bed and removed his
sweaty boxers, revealing an medium uncut cock.
   He helped Ray lay down on top, who was recovering from his orgasm.  He
placed Ray onto his cock, and Ray slowly pushed back, saying in-between deep
breaths, "I'm...a...virgin...you're...my...first."
   "I'm quite glad to be your first."
   "My first is my idol and...," he trailed off as Ewan turned his head and
engulfed him in another kiss while he pushed in, muffling a slight cry, but
taken over by the kiss.  Ewan slowly caressed Ray's chest, circling the
nipples, tweaking a little to cause the ass on his cock to twitch.
   "That's it.  I'm in.  Now, ride my Jedi lightsabre."
   "Oh yeah," Ray moaned, having never been impaled before, and definitely
not by a superstar.  The sabre in the movies wasn't much different from the
one up his ass, both large and hot.  He contracted and sqeezed with his ass,
trying to get more up him.
   "Oh, yes, take that lightsabre in as far as it will go and further until
I shoot my burning hot white sabre in you."
   All the dirty talk from Ewan combined with his uncut sabre pressing his
prostate with Ewan's slow, rhythmic humping had taken him up, over, and past
the point of no return.  Ewan sensed this and went into yet another deep
kiss, better than the first two since they were so close to orgasm.  For
the second time in fifteen minutes, Ray started to buck, Ewan holding him
tightly, still kissing, Ray's ass started spasming, with Ewan knowing he was
going to lose it, and Ray started shooting out his hot, creamy load all over
his chest, Ewan's hands, and a couple shots on both their faces.  Ewan was
shooting his load up into Ray's nether-regions, warming up the ass as it
began to slowly leak out.
   Ray broke the kiss and moved up to Ewan's cheek and scooped up the load
with his tongue, while Ewan did the same, but with a tentative lick, then
taking it all down his throat as he moved down to Ray's chest.
   "Your load is pretty sweet.  You can try mine in a few minutes, after I
recharge my sabre batteries," he said with a small smile.
   Ray was about to reply when he started squirming as Ewan lapped the jizz
from his chest, savoring it and then mouthing the whole area he just licked,
as if the clean it up.  He cleaned up every thing, then decided to clean
up the cock from which it all came.
   Ewan was a novice at sucking but had heard and felt some of the basics.
He made his mouth into an 'O' shape and then started licking, flicking the
circumcised head with his tongue, teasing the slit, prompting pre-cum that
was duller than the actual load.  How he knew was that Ray's cock started
to pulse, and he made his best effort to swallow it all, but almost choked
and had to pull off in mid-orgasm, getting his face thoroughly splashed.
   Ray bent over to the coughing stud and asked, "Are you alright?"
   Ewan stopped coughing for a moment and said "Yeah.  I'm just novice.  I
never tried it before."
   "You were pretty good.  Just relax for a moment," he said, but Ewan
needed no further prompting and just collapsed backwards onto the bed.  Ray
laid on top of him, cocks touching each other, and licked the remains off
the star's face, and noticed he was smiling.
   "Thank you, Ray, for...," he said as Ray put a finger to his lips.
   "We're not done yet," he said and went down on the cock which had been
lubed with KY just minutes before, smelling of ass and looking like a truly
white sabre.
   He sucked powerfully, yet gently, with all of his expertise from a few
months in the glory holes.  He fondled Ewan's balls with one hand and traced
lines up, down, and around Ewan's chest.  Ewan couldn't take any more and
started shooting another massive load, this time down Ray's end opposite the
first `shooting gallery.'  Ray thought Ewan had the most honey-like cum of
all people he'd ever met.
   They hugged on another warm embrace for about ten or twenty minutes,
oblivious to time, just kissing and hugging, and gazing into each others'
eyes, whispering a few sweet nothings here and there, until they realised
they had to leave eventually.
   They swapped phone numbers and a time when Ewan could sign an autograph
for Ray and some other info so that they could keep in touch.  They left
each other on a happy note and a kiss.

STAR WARS(R), THE EMPIRE STRIKES BACK (R), RETURN OF THE JEDI (TM),
THE PHANTOM MENACE (TM) and associated elements are trademarks of and
copyright Lucasfilm Ltd.

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