Date: Sat, 9 Jul 2005 00:10:42 EDT
From: JOSHUASPEEDlbf@aol.com
Subject: "SUB SELLECK"
OFFICIAL DISCLAIMER: This story (dedicated to all guys who have had the
hots for this super-hot jock!) is TOTAL and COMPLETE FICTION and in NO
WAY suggests that actor Tom Selleck is anything but 100 per cent
straight. Selleck has always driven me wild from day one, and, writing a
story on him set in an SF leather bar has been a LONG time coming! OK,
that being said,
ENJOY!!! (San
Francisco,1985).
He was the hearthrob of television; a hairy, hunky,
super-hot stud that had gay and bi guys everywhere whacking their boners
big-time. The hot-looking, hairy, mustachioed jock star of a popular
dectective show, Tom Selleck was a gay man's wet dream cumtrue.
A "Tom Of Findland" drawing come to life. Though Tom made
many comments on how he resented his appeal to the gay community, it was
only afront.
Secretly, Tom was gay,
but, he knew that if his homosexuality was revealed, it would be the end
of his stardom. So, to most people, Tom was strictly 100 per cent hetero.
But, here it was, a very warm night in San Francisco, and Tom was walking
down the street, heading for a leather bar called "TheHog".
He certainly turned more
than a few guy's heads, with his skin-tight red tank-top and painted-on
jeans, that hugged his manly bubblebutt like a second skin. His dark
shades gave him a menacing, highly erotic look, and his black motorcycle
boots completed his hot attire for the evening. By this time, Tom was a
regular at "The Hog", and always used an inconspicuous doorway in the
rear when hevisited.
Though the bouncer and a
few of the patrons had known it was Selleck, they said nothing, knowing
that his career depended on his remaining incognito. On this particular
evening, Tom entered an area known as "Cycle Hell", which had formerly
been a truck garage. Now, the spacious, grimy, oil-splotched area was
full of old motorcycles, padded sawhorses, and other furnishings to be
used for hot manly encounters. Two burly, hairy regulars, beefy Italian
bikers in their early 50s, saw Tom come in and wasted no time in calling
him over and treating him to a couple of beers. These two macho monsters,
Vic and Spike, obviously knew the mustachioed Selleck quite well, and
felt him up considerably while they talked and guzzled their coldbrews.
When the beers had been
guzzled, Vic growled at Selleck, ordering him to drop his jeans and bend
over the worn, cum-stained seat of an old Harley in a nearby corner. The
horny Selleck wasted no time in obeying, and Vic and Spike felt their
cocks throb in their worn jeans when Selleck's jeans dropped to his
boots. His huge, throbbing cock and hairy balls were barely contained by
his sweaty, cum-encrusted jock pouch, and his round, juicy, hairy
assmounds looked hotter than hell, framed by the legbands of his jock.
Once Selleck was in position across the old bike, Spike slapped a pair of
cuffs on his wrists, and Vic produced a worn razor strop. Vic came before
Selleck, and ordered him to slick up the strop with his
tongue. Selleck wasted no time, and his big tongue
really made a show of slicking up that worn leatherstrop.
Then Spike unbuttoned his tight jeans, and his
beer-can cock, its angry head slick with lube, sprang out, just out of
reach of Selleck's mouth. Spike started rubbing his aching member of
Selleck's thick, black cockcomb, and he moaned in pleasure as Selleck's
thick, sexy 'stashe tickled his throbbing tool, coating the thick black
hairs with stickylube.
Then, Selleck opened up his mouth and Spike
shoved his thick cut cock into Selleck's hot mouth, loving the sight of
Selleck's thick mustache melding into his own thick pubic jungle. Selleck
moaned deeply, loving the familar tangy, sweaty taste of Spike's beer-can
cock, and Spike's big paws held tightly to Selleck's head as he slid his
fat dong in and out of the hunky star's talented
mouth. As Selleck happily sucked off
Spike, Vic's rough paws explored the furry, meaty contours of
Selleck's hairy butt. He started whacking Selleck's furry glutes,
obviously enjoying his task. The thick learther strop lashed into
Selleck's meaty, hairy glutes with a loud report, mingling erotically
with the sounds of blaring disco music and raw, unhibited mansex around
Selleck and his two machomasters.
Selleck could only grunt as Vic
walloped his hairy butt, as his mouth was too full of Spike's fat log to
do otherwise. Soon enough, all other action in "Cycle Hell" came to a
stop, and the other sweaty, macho guys were all stroking their throbbing
cocks, watching the hot, humpy stud (who was, in reality, one of
television's hottest stars) getting his furry bubblebutt thoroughly
stropped, while he sucked off one of his leather-vested masters. Soon,
Selleck's big, meaty glutes were a deep, glowing crimson, and Vic then
tossed aside the hot strop, and dropped to his knees between Selleck's
hairy, muscularlegs.
His hot tongue slithered and danced along the hot welts that
criss-crossed Selleck's furry buns, and then his powerful paws pulled
Selleck's fiery glutes apart, and the goateed master buried his menacing
face between those tortured mounds, his hot tongue teasing and thrusting
in and out of Selleck's sweaty, fur-lined, clean-tastingpucker.
Selleck was trying hard not to
to cum, as his aching cock, pinned beneath his torso and the cycle seat,
throbbed and pounded, begging for relief. Cursing loudly, and thrusting
his hips hard, Spike's overloaded balls, smacking Selleck's chin, finally
blew, and jet after jet of thick spunk flooded Selleck's cock-filled
mouth, sliding down his throat and trickling down his
chin.
Meanwhile, Selleck moaned anew as Vic's huge cock slammed into his furry
butt, his tight, slick chute grabbing onto his master's dong like a vice.
Vic roughly spanked Selleck's sore, furry buns as he thrust his throbbing
cock in and out between the handsome hunk's hotglutes.
Vic fucked Selleck roughly, obviously intending to get off
quick and get off big. Vic and Spike both leaned forward, and their lips
met, and their hot tongues started dueling it out as they impaled Selleck
from both ends. The audience was really going nuts now, their hot, hard
shafts bieng rougly whanked by strong, leather-glovedhands.
The crowd cheered as
one as Vic shot his long-pent up load, and gobs of his thick sperm were
injected deep between Selleck's flaming buttcheeks, as he and Spike
continued deep-kissing over Selleck's sweatytorso.
Then, at a
signal from Spike, Vic pulled his spent cock out of Selleck's cum-loaded
butt, and then motioned to the menacing looking, leather-clad stud to
start fingering Selleck's slick chute. Selleck moaned loudly as the
hunk's thick, hairy-knuckled fingers invaded his hairy, cum-leaking
chute, and his overworked prostate finally gavein.
Humping the seat
of the oldcycle,
Selleck's thick nine-and-a-half
incher let loose with massive volleys of hot studsauce, soaking his
jockpouch, the leather seat, and even Spike's boot. Spike was pissed as
hell, as he did not give Selleck permission to cum. So Spike called over
about a half-dozen other guys, who, at Spike's command, started whacking
their fat cocks, all aiming for Selleck's handsome, mustachioed
face. Selleck felt
his cock throb anew at the sight of all those hot-looking cocks drooling
just inches from his face, while, by this time, Vic had inserted in his
hand into his ass to the wrist, and, making a tight fist, was now
powerfully fisting Selleck's hairy, cum-soaked butt. Each thrust of that
big fist to his already-battered prostate made Selleck grind his now-hard
again cock against the jizz-soaked bikeseat.
It was obvious to all
that the guys near Selleck's head were all trying to shoot their cumloads
at the same time. Curses, grunts, groans, and moans of raw, masculine sex
rang out as the hunks let loose all at once, their throbbing cocks,
fisted by their gloved hands, started spewing out jet after sticky jet of
thick cum, all over Selleck's manly face, splattering his hair, his
shades, his nose, and, of course, that thick blackmustache.
Selleck felt Vic's fist
withdraw from his tortutred rump, and then Vic called over another bunch
of guys (some of who whom knew Selleck as "Jock") and told them they
could each have 20 swats apiece at Selleck's flaming rear, using a riding
crop he produced, along with thier leather-gloved hands. Selleck yelped,
moaned, and pleaded as his sore, furry, manly ass felt both the bite and
the sting of the crop, and the powerful, authoritive blows of manly
hands. Sensing
that Selleck was again getting close to cumming, this time he gave
permission and Selleck bellowed like a wounded bull as his thick cock
again soaked his cum-soaked jock and the sticky bikeseat.
A few moments later,
Selleck heard more grunting and moaning behind him, and he then felt the
sticky spunk of at least six or so sweaty studs splattering his beefy,
glowing, sizzling buns. He felt the hot jizz slither down into his sweaty
crack and then felt his raw globes bieng pulled apart again, as the tough
jocks jammed their tongues into his furry crack, greedily lapping up the
hot spunk they just shot. Soon enough. the cuffs
were taken off Selleck's wrists, and Spike and Vic helped him straighten
up and helped him pull up his jeans up over his flaming, well-whippedbutt.
The guys around then
started getting aroused again, as they watched Spike and Vic start
licking the dripping jizz from Selleck's handsome, rugged face, their big
hands rubbing and squeezing the hefty bulge behind his bulging fly.
Selleck glanced at his watch and saw that only an hour had
passed.......and the night was still VERY young!! THE END!! Hope you
guys enjoyed!!