OFFICIAL DISCLAIMER: The following story is a work of FICTION, AND BY NO MEANS is it meant to imply that the late John Wayne was ANYTHING BUT STRAIGHT. This story is intended ONLY for pleasure, and is TOTALLY FICTICTIOUS! That bieng said, unzip and enjoy!
(August, 1962) John "The Duke" Wayne sat in his hotel room, staring blankly at the test pattern on the old Emerson television screen. The a.c. had gone out, and, even with the windows open, the room was as humid as a rain forest. Wayne had stripped off his clothes earlier, taken a quick shower, and then slipped on a pair of red-striped boxers. But the cooling effects of the shower had long since been fogotten; now his big hulking body was glistening with sweat. On the tv tray beside him were six empty beer bottles.......the Duke had been thirsty as hell, especially after long, hot day on the set, and now, he was buzzed big-time. As the Duke swigged the last drops of beer from the latest bottle, he heard a knock on the door. "YEAH, WHOIZZIT?" He growled, his deep voice thick from all the brew he chugged. "It's Jack, the hotel repairman.......I'm here to try to fix your a.c. Mr. Wayne." "ABOUT FUCKIN' TIME," the Duke snarled. He got up off the chair and opened the door. Jack Anderson, the repairman, was a good-looking young buck just a few years out of college. Jack was tall and lean, strong-jawed face and a crew cut. His khaki uniform was heavily splotched with sweat. Jack told the Duke not to mind him as he worked, and the Duke simply grunted as he sat down again in his chair.
As he sat down, his cock escaped from the fly of his sweaty boxers. Jack Anderson became like a man under a spell; he forgot who he was and where he was, and could only stare at the huge slab of cockmeat that dangled between the Duke's thick, wide-spread legs. "Fuck, what a fuckin' piece of horsecock," Jack thought as he continued to stare. The Duke's cock was as thick as a beer can, and looked to be at least 11 inches long. The head was huge and thick, and the telltale bulge of the Duke's huge bull-balls could clearly be seen through the red-striped boxers.
"HEY, JACK, WHAT THE FUCK ARE YA STARIN' AT?" The Duke growled, bringing Jack Anderson back to reality. "YA BEEN STARIN' AT MY COCK FOR FIVE MINUTES NOW.......ARE YOU A COCKSUCKER OR SOMETHIN'?" Jack Anderson, though a tough guy in his own way, an ex-high school and college basketball star, was at a total loss for words. Fuck, he thought, this is one of the most famous actors in the world.....what the fuck is he gonna do to me?" Before the jittery repairman could respond, the Duke said "FUCK IT.....I'M FUCKIN' DRUNK AS HELL, THERE AIN'T ANY PUSSY AROUND FOR ME TO PLOW, SO, JACK, WHY DON'T YOU JUST GET ON YOUR FUCKIN' QUEERBOY KNEES AND SUCK THAT FAT IRISH COCK....YA KNOW YA WANT TO...... RIGHT, COCKSUCKER?"
Before he could reply, the Duke reached out and grabbed the startled repairman by his muscular, hairy arm. He pulled him down to his knees, and spread his huge, hairy legs even further apart. "YA WANNA SUCK THAT FAT COCK, JACK?" Jack Anderson licked his lips greedily, feeling his own fat cock pound in his uniform pants. "Yeah, Mr. Wayne, I do," Jack replied in a husky whisper. "Yeah....gimmee that big Irish cock of yours." Jack kneeled forward, and the sweaty, musky smell of the Duke's crotch made his senses reel. His tongue began to slither around the thick head, which was drooling lube by now, his hot tongue encircling the slick head of the Duke's massive horsecock, then teasing the sensitive underside as well. "OOOHHHHFUUUCCCKKKKK," the Duke growled, as the horny, hansome young repairman wrapped his manly lips around the the thick girth of his throbbing cock. "FUCK, YOU'RE ONE GODAMN HOT COCKSUCKER, JACK", the Duke sneered "YOU MUST HAD A LOT OF PRACTICE GIVING YOUR BUDDIES HEAD!" Jack slurped noisily, as he sucked the Duke's fat prick like there was no tomorrow. He slid his hand into the fly of the Duke's sweaty boxers, and pulled out his massive, hairy nuts. "Fuck," Jack thought, "these balls should be on a fuckin' bull!" Now, Jack slowly stroked the Duke's throbbing dong with one hand, while his tongue explored the Duke's massive, furry, sweaty ballsac.
"MMMMNNNNNNNNHHNNHHHHHHH" Jack moaned, as he his hot tongue tortured and teased the Duke's huge, cum-loaded balls. So aroused was the Duke by now, he could care less that it was a guy between his legs instead of a big-titted slut. "AAAAWWWWW,FUCK, JACK, THAT'S GREAT......YEAH, SUCK THAT BIG MAN'S COCK, YOU LITTLE COCKSUCKER!" Now Jack was deep-throating the Duke's big shaft, and his strong hands slid up and down the Duke's thick, hairy, muscular legs, the thick black hairs of the Duke's crotch tickling his nose. The Duke began to squirm in his chair, his huge nuts about to blow. His huge, meaty hands grabbed the cock-hungry repairman's head and pumped it back and forth. "AAAAAAWWWFUCK, JACK.....AAUUGGHHUUUGHHHAAAWWWCHRISSSTTTTTT...UUGHHNNNNNNN!" The Duke's huge hairy nuts exploded. and his huge horsecock began spewing gallons of hot, thick, salty jizz into Jack Anderson's hot studly mouth. Jack tried to swallow it all, but there was simply too much of it; it overflowed his mouth, dribbling down his chin and staining his uniform. Jack kept on massaging the Duke's powerful legs as he swallowed the last of the hot cum from the Duke's massive tool. Jack let the Duke's spent log slowly slip out of his cum-flooded mouth, and he continued to suck on those sweaty, furry bull-balls as the Duke gently carressed his crew-cut head.
"FUCK, JACK, THAT WAS FUCKING WILD........NO BROAD EVER GAVE ME A BLOWJOB THAT HOT, AND I'VE HAD PLENTY!" Jack Anderson made no reply, he was lost in a world of erotic bliss between the the thick, muscular legs of one of the greatest stars in the world. To his surprise, Jack saw the Duke's slick shaft begin to harden again. What the Duke said now nearly blew Jack's mind away. "I HAD A GUY BLOW ME, AND HE WAS BETTER THAN A BROAD...I NEVER THOUGHT I'D LET A COCKSUCKER GUY SUCK ME OFF, BUT I'M DRUNK, HORNY, AND DON'T GIVE A GOOD FUCK!!"
Jack watched as the Duke got up, doffed his sweaty boxers, and grabbed the pillows from his huge bed. He put the pillows in the center of the bed, and got up over the pillows, positioning himself that his crotch was resting on them, his big, round, massive hairy glutes raised up....and waiting.
"I FUCKED A FEW BROADS UP THE ASS, JACK," the Duke chuckled, "AND THEY SEEMED TO LOVE IT....LET'S SEE HOW I LIKE IT........C'MON, JACK....SHOW ME HOW A HOT GUY LIKE YOU FUCKS ANOTHER GUY IN HIS HAIRY ASS!!"
In a rush, Jack stripped off his pants and briefs, along with his shoes. He got up on the bed, and his strong hands gribbed the Duke's huge, hairy buns and pulled them apart. The humpy repairman lowered his face between the Duke's huge glutes, and his hot tongue slithered through the thick jungle of black hair, searching out the Duke's tight pucker, savoring the taste of soap and sweat.
"AAAAWW,FUCK, THAT FEELS SO FUCKIN HOT.........I COULD NEVER GET A CUNT TO DO THIS!!" The Duke squirmed on the pillows, rubbing his big meaty ass in the horny repairman's sweat-slick face, his stubbly five o' clock shadow sending erotic jolts of ecstacy through his big, churning balls.
Jack could have rimmed the Duke's big hairy ass all night, but he could not hold back any longer. Rising to his knees, he had the Duke pull his huge glutes apart as far as he could, and then he slowlllllyyyy started to slide his fat 8 incher into the Duke's tight, sweaty, virgin chute. "HOLY FUCKIN' SHIT...AWWFUCCKKINNNN DAMN!!" the Duke moaned, as the hunky repairman's big shaft slid deeper into his stretching sphincter. The Duke's big fists punded the matress as more of Jack's cock buried itself deeper into his hairy rump..........................................................................
........ There was no danger of anyone hearing the masculine goings-on in Room #69, as, to insure the Duke's privacy, the two floors beneath them were empty. Now Jack's hairy nuts were resting against the Duke's broad, furry globes, and grabbing the Duke by his broad, powerful shoulders, Jack began to slowly fuck the ass of one of the toughest, most manly, most famous stars in the world.
AAWWFFUUCKKKKKYYEEAAHHHHHHHHHH," the Duke snarled, "YEAH, JACK, FUCK MY BIG HAIRY ASS GOOD...YEAHHHHHHHH.....FUCK ME LIKE THE MAN-SLUT I AM!!" Jack was now fucking the Duke like a wild animal, his big balls smacking the Duke's broad, hairy buns with each hard forward thrust. Jack's mind was reeling at the incredible events of the evening, and, even though he'd fucked many guys up the ass before, NO ass was ever tighter, hotter, or more huge than the Duke's. God, Jack thought, this is too fucking wild!!!
Never before had a hairy ass been as tight as the Duke's; it felt as though a fist was gripping his hard shaft through the Duke's butt, that's how tight it was. The two men grunted and groaned, moaned and cussed, as the Duke felt his big, hairy, he-man ass getting royally fucked by the hotel repairman.
"AAAAAWWWWWFUCK, JACK.....GONNA CUM...GONNA FUCKIN' CUM, BOY...YEAAHH...OOHHFFUUCCKKK...YYEESSSSSSSSSSSSS...AAUUGGHH!!" The Duke humped the pillows angrily, the bedsprings creaking, as his huge cock began shooting. Thick, sticky geyers of hot spunk soaked the pillows, matting the Duke's thick pubic hairs, splattering the sheets.
The Duke's convulsing asshole clutched at Jack Anderson's prostate-slamming cock. Grunting and cussing, roughly smacking the Duke's hairy, quivering globes, his overloaded nuts blew, and he kept on thrusting in and out as his fat cock shot wad after hot wad of repairman's cum deep into the Duke's meaty, furry, macho ass. When the last drop of hot spunk had been drained from his aching balls, Jack just collapsed onto the Duke's broad, sweaty back, his cock growing soft in the Duke's big hairy ass, his mind reeling.......................................................................
..........................................The Duke, totally spent from his mind-boggling homosexual experience, his first and only, fell into a deep sleep as Jack Anderson got dressed and repaired the balky a.c. The next morning, Jack had to come back to check and see if the a.c. was still functioning. The Duke was dressed for his day's film work, his typical cowpoke garb, and was obviously glad to see the handsome young repairman who had not only sucked him off, but fucked him as well. The Duke explained he was rip-roaring drunk, and hoped that he didn't force himself on him. The grinning, crew-cutted repairman assured him everything was cool, that it was the most awesome experience of his life. Of course the Duke made Jack promise he would NEVER reveal what had happened to anyone, and Jack easily agreed. The Duke never had another man-to-man session again, but he often thought about that night, and would slowly whack off as he recalled the events of that hot, sweaty night in '62...and, as for Jack, every time he sat in the darkened movie theatre and watch the Duke up on the big screen, he would feel his big cock stiffen, as he recalled that night, the night where he, and ONLY he, had gotten it on with the Duke himself! THE END!!!!! Hope you guys enjoyed this!! Now, if you'll excuse me, I gotta take a really cold shower.........