Brad, Orlando and The Champ

By Jason Smith

Published on May 16, 2007

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Warning: This story contains gay sex. If you are under the legal age to read such material in your country, or are likely to be offended by such material, then read no further. This story is fiction and in no way implies the sexual orientation of any of the celebrities mentioned, or any personal knowledge about their private lives.

Brad, Orlando and The Champ

The sound of his cell phone ringing snapped John Cena out of his TV-induced stupor. He hit mute' on the remote control in front of him, then grabbed his phone. Hello?'

`Hey man, it's me. You got a spare hour?' the voice on the other end asked. It only took John a second to recnogise the voice. It was Orlando Bloom, the Hollywood superstar, but also one of John's numerous fuckbuddies.

`What have you got in mind?' John asked, his right eyebrow arching instinctively.

`I want to play some lacrosse, what the fuck do you think I want?'

`I'll bring my lacrosse stick then.' John replied.

`Whatever. Just come over soon, I'm way too horny for this shit.' Orlando said before hanging up. John smiled, lifted himself off the couch and tucked his phone into the pocket of his jean shorts. After grabbing his car keys, John left his lounge room and into the just-as-comfortable surrounds of his Jaguar. As one hand steered the sleek black beast through the wide, extravagant streets of Beverly Hills, John's other hand began massaging his other beast. The 10-inch dick which had quickly became one of the most sought after organs in Hollywood. John had lost count of the stars, both female and male, who he'd fucked in the past few months.

He was renting this house while he filmed the sequel to The Marine, his first movie. And he had quickly learnt that Hollywood was just as crazy as the WWE when it came to sex. Especially the men. A tight, wet pussy was great, but the sheer pleasure he felt when his cock pounded in and out of some stud's bubble butt was something else all together. And in this town, Orlando Bloom was at the very top of the heap. Orlando was John's first Hollywood fuck, and since that wild night, John had fucked Orlando at least three times a week, each fuck more mindblowing as the last. Rain poured down on the hood of John's Jag as he reminisced about the last time he fucked Orlando, inside a bathroom at the Viper Room. The rain seemed to get harder as John came to a stop and exited his car. He walked up the immaculate driveway, getting himself covered in rain, and found the front door to be open.

`Hello? Anyone for Lacrosse?' John shouted into the foyer of Orlando's mansion. After waiting a few seconds, he walked up the large, spiral staircase which adorned the foyer, and took a left, entering Orlando's master bedroom.

Where's your Lacrosse stick?' John heard Orlando say as he closed the door behind him. He turned to face Orlando's bed to see Orlando, wearing only a white towel around his waist. His tanned legs were bent and spread. It was the ultimate fuck-me' signal.

`I could make a dirty joke about me having one in my pants, but I'm not that cheap.' John said with a smile, as he pulled off his wet, black tanktop. Orlando stared seductively at John, whose hairy, ripped chest would soon be lurching over Orlando's own body. Orlando had a small army of fuckbuddies, guys who'd skip their grandmother's funeral just to stick the head of their dick into Orlando's famous hole, but none were as hot as John. Orlando's hard dick grew even harder under the towel as he watched John pull down his jean shorts to reveal a large bulge encased in a pair of white boxer briefs.

`So who fucked you last night?' John asked.

Brad. It was more like last night and this morning' though. That guy has a dick that just won't quit.' Orlando replied. It was true. Brad Pitt's stamina was legendary, so much so that he was just a sought-after top as John.

`He's a hot mother fucker isn't he?' John said, as he pulled off his briefs to reveal a soft, six inch dick, and a massive pair of balls.

`Sure is. Are you jealous?' Orlando asked with a smirk.

Kiss my ass.' John said, giving Orlando the middle finger as he stepped onto the bed. He kneeled on the bed in front of Orlando, who stared into his eyes. Now suck my dick, slut.'

`Somebody needs an ego boost?' Orlando said with another smirk, as he moved forward, crawling up the bed on his hands and knees and assaulting John's soft dick with a barrage of licks, before moving his tongue to his hairless balls. They truly were massive, and Orlando could feel their weight as he licked all over their surface. The two bull balls dangling under his tongue were so big that they rested on the base of his nose, and he inhaled John's masculine scent while he pleasured them. Suddenly, John grabbed Orlando by the back of the head, and pulled back.

I said my dick, not my balls.' John said. Orlando smiled at John, then reached under with his hand to grab John's semi-hard dick. He swirled his tongue over the throbbing, cut cockhead of John, before taking all of the shaft into his mouth. As his tongue ran across the base of John's dick, it began to grow inside his mouth. As Orlando pulled back his soft, red lips, running them across John's thick shaft, it had grown to about 8 inches. As Orlando's lips and tongue sucked and licked at John's dick, it grew even longer and thicker, until it was a thick, glorious ten inches. Fuck...... You know how to suck a dick man.... Shit this is awesome...' John said, as his breaths became shorter. His rippled abs tightened with every breath, and contracted more as he began a slight fucking motion, pushing his hips and cock into Orlando's mouth. Orlando took a good 8 inches of John's cock, and soon John's loud moans were the only sound in the room. He leant back on one arm, and used the other to guide Orlando's open mouth over his dripping shaft. John winced in pleasure as Orlando moved his lips up his shaft, concentrating soley on John's inflamed cockhead. `I gotta fuck you.' John said, pulling his dick out of Orlando's mouth and clasping it with his strong hand.

I suppose it IS why I called you.' Orlando replied, kneeling in front of John. Both studs were at eye level, and John reached in for a kiss, jamming his tongue down Orlando's throat as his hands gripped Orlando's firm waist. John ended the kiss, but Orlando started it anew, squeezing John's cheeks while their lips met. Satisfied, Orlando turned his attention to John's nipples, tweaking them with his hands and occasionally bending down to give them a long, sensual lick. Fuck you're hot.' Orlando said inbetween licks. It was the truest statement he could make at the time. Orlando could spend hours just worshipping the cut body in front of him. Before he met John, "WWE RAW" was his usual jerk-off show. He'd watch it, wait for John's match and pretend his dildo was the WWE Champ's massive dick. One time, when he was being topped by Daniel Craig, he had John's video on (muted), in the background. Daniel was a great lay and a bona-fide stud, but even he couldn't match the sheer sexual enigma that was John Cena.

So are you, now stop licking my pecs and show me that sweet ass of yours.' John said, gently pushing Orlando to the bed. Orlando lay on his back, turning his hips to show off the very definition of a bubble butt. Two perfectly symmetrical globes of flesh and muscle, covered in the same light tan as the rest of Orlando's body. Orlando stared directly at John as he grabbed a bottle of lubricant from the bedside table and coated his fingers, before moving slowly moving his hand down his body, creating a shiny streak of lube. His hand stopped when it reached the crack of his ass, and his lubricated fingers teased the entrance of his hole. John could not help but stroke his own dick while he watched the performance, and his stroking became faster as Orlando's fingers entered his own hole, making Orlando emit a slow moan. You put on a show like this for Brad last night?' John asked. Orlando didn't reply, so John took the initiative, reaching down and pulling Orlando's hand away, and then replacing it with his own. As his fingers pressed against Orlando's puckered hole, he asked again. `I said, did you put on a show like this for Brad?'

`So you ARE jealous?' Orlando replied, smiling to himself. John replied by pushing his two fingers deeper into Orlando's hole, causing Orlando to let out a surprised groan.

I'm going to fuck you so hard for that, pussy boy.' John said, as he lay, on his side, behind Orlando. He gripped his 10 inch member, then brushed the head against the entrance of Orlando's hole. You want my dick?'

No reply.

John brushed the dick against Orlando's entrance once more, this time gently pushing the tip inside Orlando's hungry hole before pulling back out. `I said, do you want my dick?' John said, this time whispering it into Orlando's ear.

`Let me put it this way, if you don't shove that monster of yours up my ass in the next ten seconds, I'm calling Brad.' Orlando said. Behind him, John smiled. He gripped his pre-cum soaked cock, then slowly pushed it into Orlando, until all his length was consumed by the tight grip of Orlando's hole. John's hands moved up to Orlando's shoulders, and he gripped them tightly as he began fucking the most perfect ass he'd ever layed eyes on. Orlando remained still as John's fucking intensified, his huge balls slamming against the underside of Orlando's ass with every powerful thrust. Soon the two men rolled over, John laying on his back while Orlando crouched on top of him, using his thighs to slam his ass down on John's massive cock, feeling it consume him every time he slammed down.

`Take it man... Take my big dick...Tell me how much you like it...' John said, his hands running aggressively up Orlando's chest before they gripped the firm cheeks of his muscular bubble butt.

It's so fucking big.... Orlando said, as his hands squeezed John's massive pecs, living his own wet dream. Every powerful thrust from John almost sent Orlando flying off his cock, but the two men soon found a way to stop that. Orlando leaned forward, letting John absolutely drill him, and the thick cock began machine-gunning into Orlando's hole. They fucked for another hour, in every position imaginable. John would fuck Orlando up against a wall, cradle him in his massive arms and nail him from below, they'd fuck in the shower, on the floor, even on top of a dresser in Orlando's room. John had already blown a load once tonight, filling Orlando as they fucked doggy style, but he had just kept on fucking, and was now ready to shoot again.

`Where do you want it?' John asked.

`On my face,' Orlando begged. Cena complied, pulling his cock from Orlando's hole and beating it. A few seconds later, Orlando watched in awe as Cena's heavy balls tightened, and ropes of cum blasted onto his face. Four loads drenched Orlando in hot jism, which he delighted in tasting. The two fuckbuddies shared a cum-soaked kiss, as Cena jumped from the bed, straight to the shower.

And, as Orlando soaked in the afterglow, he got an idea...

`Oh! Oh fuck! Drill me man! Fuck!'

The sound of Orlando Bloom screaming in sexual ectasy permeated through his massive, luxurious bedroom. Orlando was laying flat on the bed, one leg high up in the air, while his lover lay in the opposite direction, drilling Orlando's hole with his massive dick. He grinded and pushed his hips, the muscles in his butt flexing and contracting with every thrust, as his cock reamed Orlando's willing hole. The two formed an intertwined `L' shape, writhing and grunting in pure sexual ectasy.

Brad! I'm gunna cum! Holy shit!' Without Orlando's touch, his hard, 7-inch dick shot a huge load two feet into the air, before it landed on his smooth, hairless chest. Brad, however, didn't relent. He hooked his right leg over Orlando's, giving his dick even more access to the smooth boy pussy it was pounding into orgasm. Oh jesus Brad! That feels so good! Fuck me! Fuck me!' Orlando screamed, his cock bursting with more cum.

Brad remained silent, concentrating on the relentless fucking he was delivering to his Troy co-star. He had fucked Orlando pretty much every day during filming, but had not seen him for over two months, since filming ended, and wanted to make sure he made the most of it. After a few more minutes in the same position, Brad decided it was time for a change. He pulled his slick, ten-inch dick from Orlando's hole, and stood on the bed. Orlando smiled at him with his famous grin, as Brad draped his legs over his shoulders, and began reaming his hole missionary style. He angled his dick to stab at Orlando's prostate, rewarded with a yelp of pleasure. Sweat caked the two stars' bodies due to the sheer physicality of their encounter. Brad's long blonde hair was damp, and it fell in front of his face before he threw it back. His strong hands gripped Orlando's knees, spreading his legs slightly to allow his massive cock greater access. Brad grunted with every thrust from his powerful hips, and as his tempo quickened, so did his grunts. Eventually, Brad reached his climax. He uttered a soft, deep moan as his orgasm took hold. He quickly pulled out of Orlando, and jacked his long cock until it erupted. Orlando sat up just in time to have three loads of ropey cum shot on his face, neck and chest.

Clean me up.' Brad commanded. Orlando grinned, and took the inflamed head of Brad's dick into his mouth, running his tongue across its surface, extracting every last drop of his cum. Thanks, that was great..' Brad said, stepping off the bed and walking to the bathroom while Orlando watched. Orlando grinned - he had a surprise for Brad.

Brad Pitt stepped into the spacious bathroom, and immediately knew something was wrong. The shower was on. And someone was inside.

`Hayden?' Brad asked over the sound of the shower. Hayden Christensen was one of Orlando's numerous fuckbuddies, and, like Brad, had a key to the house. It wasn't unusual that he just appeared during the day, wanting a suck or a fuck from Orlando (or whoever was lucky enough to be there). As Brad got closer to the steaming shower, the glass door slid open. A few seconds later, Brad was pulled forward by the massive arms of John Cena.

What the fu- Brad said, before he was interrupted by a hard kiss from Cena, who pushed him against the wall of the large shower. The two stud's hard dicks pressed against each other, and Brad broke the kiss. `Not that I'm complaining, but what the fuck are you doing?'

`I hear you've been fucking Orlando,' John replied. He spun Brad around, sliding his rock hard cock inbetween Brad's cheeks, before pushing him up against the wall.

`So what?' Brad asked, moving his body up and down, rubbing Cena's thick cock against his flesh.

`I'm jealous,' Cena replied, moving his hand to Brad's long cock and balls, rougly tugging them.

`Of me, or of Orlando?'

`Both..' Cena added, dropping to his knees, and planting his face in Brad Pitt's million-dollar ass. Brad almost fell over in shock, but steaded himself up against the wall. He couldn't believe what was happening, but he was loving it. He'd heard of Orlando's times with John, and was definitely curious. And, after a few minutes of being rimmed and fingered by the WWE Champ, he was more than curious.

`Do it..' Brad said. Even after the massive load he'd just shot, his cock was rock-hard. After some uncomfortable adjustments and some necessary lube, Cena slid his giant fuckstick inside Brad. Five minutes later, he was fucking the mega-star with everything he had. Water poured down their ripped bodies, washing off the buckets of sweat. It was frenetic, wild fucking, and while Brad was no stranger to getting pounded (he had taken Justin Timberlake's ten-incher a week earlier), nobody fucked as hard as John Cena. After only ten minutes, Brad was ready to blow. He reached down, jacking his wet cock.

Cum for me, bitch..' John said. Brad wouldn't normally let anyone get away with that, but Cena's cock felt too good. And he definitely wasn't going to complain when John's hand returned to his cock, beating him off furiously until Brad climaxed for the second time in the space of thirty minutes, shooting two loads of hot spunk against the shower wall. The thought of making Brad Pitt, the sexiest man alive, blast his load was too much for John, and he too emptied his balls, grunting as his jizz filled Brad's hole, not once, not twice, but three times. Fuck yeah...' Cena moaned. `How was it?' he asked, as the two men turned to face each other, groping their softening cocks.

Well, next time Orlando calls you..' Brad said. Make sure he calls me, too...'

Send me your feedback or suggestions! E-Mail at ross_fan@yahoo.com

Other stories I've written include 'On The Road' and 'Cena and Nitro's Summerslam' in Gay/Celebrity/WWF and 'All-Aussie-Gangbang', 'Jake's Wall To Climb' and 'Kangaroo Teammates' in Gay/Celebrity.

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