The Hung Bunch Go Hollywood

“Excuse me, you can’t enter, the street is closed for filming” said a girl wearing a headset. She was standing next to a young guy wearing a headset.

“SUCK MY DICK!” snarled Frank as he pushed past them, we followed him. Frank, Vinnie, Eric and I had cut school on a Monday and were in downtown East Lansing hanging out and we wanted to get a coffee. We kept walking to the Starbucks. Wow! There was a film crew all over the area, trailers around and a camera on a crane. The Starbucks was closed and the out of business furniture store next to it had been decorated to look like the “Imperial Bank.”

“This is a closed set!” yelled a big guy who was with three other big guys. “You have to leave!”

“Oh, these boys are just curious about making a movie. I’m sure they won’t get in the way” said another guy who came over.

It was DIRK SHAW! Dirk Shaw the 42-year-old action movie star who’d won an Oscar a few years ago for playing a crusading lawyer. He wasn’t as handsome, was shorter and less muscular looking in person.

“We promise not get in the way Mr. Shaw, we’re big fans!” said the smiling Frank.

“Call me Dirk.”

“Sure, Dirk.”

“Chip, these boys are my guests. I have to get ready; Chip will take care of you.”

“Right, Dirk!” said Chip the production manager. “Come with me,” we followed him to an area near the exterior bank set.

Dirk Shaw had been married to a female former makeup artist for 11 years and had three kids, there weren’t any gay rumors about him. But he sure as hell was! He obviously checked us all out. I could see his eyes zeroing in on our crotches. The way he spoke was unlike how he sounded in the movies. It was just enough hint of gay voice to let us know what was up.

Crash Job was some lame heist flick where Dirk and three good-looking younger nobody actors played a gang who rob a seemingly minor bank because Russian mobsters have stashed hundreds of millions worth of dollars in diamonds in safe deposit boxes there.

“Action!” yelled the English-accented cool looking director in his 30’s.

A car drove down the street, it parked, and Dirk and his posse got out and entered the bank. This part took several takes and couple of hours to to get. “That’s a wrap!” yelled the director. Everyone started packing up. Dirk wasn’t around, so we turned around to leave.

“Excuse me” said a tall handsome dark-haired built guy in his late 20’s. “I’m Daniel, Dirk’s personal assistant. He’d really like you all to visit him tonight at 10:00 PM at the Bellwood, he’s in the Presidential Suite.”

“That would be possible, Daniel” smiled Frank.

“Dirk really appreciates bluntness” said Daniel as he handed each of us an envelope.

“We’ll be very blunt” said Frank.

“Oh, be careful of Dirk’s hair…”

Holy Fuck! Our envelopes each had a $1000! We were big-time studs!

At 10:30 that night, we swaggered into the grand old Bellwood Hotel’s lobby. We were each wearing torn tight jeans, showing off our massive junk as we weren’t wearing underwear, black work boots, white T-shirts and scruffy black leather biker jackets. We were so badass! We got a lot of looks from the sophistos in the lobby. We went up to the VIP front desk.

“We’re here to see Mr. Shaw” said Frank in a deep voice to the cute blond, blue-eyed 24-year-old black-suited hotel agent who stared at us. His name badge said Lance. Lance was a real beauty, the kind if that you were into guys made your dick instantly pop, especially when seeing his luscious pouty cock sucking lips.

“Mr. Shaw is expecting you, that elevator will take you directly up to the Presidential Suite” said Lance in his gay voice.

“Thank you, Lance” said Frank, extending his hand. Lance extended his, and Frank gave him a firm handshake, Frank noticed his wedding ring.

“What does your husband do?”

“He’s a medical resident.”

“Bagged yourself a doctor, nice Lance. I bet you keep him really happy.”

Lance blushed and nodded, “Well, have a good evening sir.”

“We plan to, see you around.”

We walked to the elevator, just knowing that Lance was watching us. We got to the Presidential Suite and knocked.

“Hey, I was getting anxious that you guys weren’t coming” said Dirk when he opened the door wearing a red velvet robe.

Frank punched him in the stomach! Dirk fell to floor. Frank bent his head and spat on Dirk’s face. Frank undid his belt, unzipped his jeans and stood proud with his eight and half inch hard cut dick out.

Dirk was still moaning from just getting punched, but his eyes lit up at the sight of Frank’s prize dick that was better than an Oscar! Dirk Shaw had millions of dollars, that Oscar and fans around the world. But he was also a cocksucking bottom who craved to be put in his place by young tops with prime dicks. In a split second, he had that movie star mouth wide open and was slobbering all over Frank’s cock and then gobbling Frank’s smooth swaying ball sack.

Vinnie, Eric and I undid our jeans and took our junk out, we spat on Dirk. This old movie star was on his knees groveling before us four 18-year-old gods, each with a thick cut rod of at least eight inches. Dirk Shaw took his mouth off Frank’s cock and went to work on Vinnie’s eight and quarter tool while stroking Eric and my eight-inch cocks. Dirk fondled my balls. He was a demon working on our dicks with his hands and mouth. Oh, fuck! Dirk was now sucking my cock. I stared down into his bulging eyes and saw the face I’d seen on the big screen stuffed with my dick and his tongue licking it all over. I looked at his lustrous dark brown hair. Up close, it appeared to be some kind of wig or “hair system.” His hair was as fake as the rest of him, none of us touched it.

Frank pulled Dirk off my dick, raised him up and ripped off his red velvet robe. Dirk had a smoking chiseled lean body, as befitting an action star. He was wearing a red jock strap, encasing his puny junk. He was clearly not hung; his bulge wasn’t much. No wonder he was a big dick worshipper, Mr. Movie Star had tiny meat. The wardrobe department must pad his crotch so it looks bigger on screen!

We grabbed him and hustled him to the bedroom and tossed him in the bed. He moaned as he got into the doggie position, on his hands and knees, ass raised. Wow! There was Dirk Shaw’s fine round butt and his weathered hole presented to us to fuck. Frank set his iPhone to the Rolling Stones, “Start Me Up,” indeed!

Frank lubed his lethal weapon, slapped Dirk’s ass and just rammed it right in. Dirk was in ecstasy. “Deeper! Fuck me deeper!” He howled in his familiar voice.  Frank complied; I’d never seen him so rough before. When Frank came, he pulled out and blasted Dirk’s back with an explosion of cum. Money shot!

Vinnie, Eric and I took our turns with our cocks on Dirk’s ass. I fucked my first movie star! I seeded his ass! We were all fucked out, Dirk was sobbing, twitching and shaking. “Get him up!” yelled Frank. I could see that Dirk’s red jock strap was all stained up from his cumming by our fucking him.

We grabbed him and Frank led us to the bathroom, Frank threw Dirk into the lavish sunken bathtub. Holy fucking shit! Frank was PISSING on Dirk! Frank’s triumphant cock was spraying piss all over Dirk including his face! Talk about marking territory! Vinnie, Eric and I began pissing on Dirk.

“Was that blunt enough for you?” said Frank.

“It was fantastic!” laughed Dirk, “Same time tomorrow?”

“You got it” said Frank.

So, the next two nights were rerun rad fuck sessions with Dirk, with us each getting an $1000 envelope.

We were in the Bellwood lobby, dressed in our badass gear about to check in again with Lance before going up to the Presidential Suite.

“Mr. Shaw sends his deepest regrets, he’s unable to keep his commitment, but tomorrow night is on” said Lance. “He asked me to give you these” he said as he handed us each an envelope.

“What gives, Lance?” said Frank.

“It was a last-minute guest slot with Jimmy Fallon in New York. Mr. Shaw left this afternoon.”

“Aww, we were expecting to have fun tonight” said Frank.

“I get off at midnight” said Lance, his face flushed and his lips quivering, “If you’d like to have fun with me.”

“Oh, I know I speak for everyone when I say, we’d definitely be into it. Don’t you have to get home to your husband?”

“He’s doing a 36-hour shift at the hospital.”

“What’ll we do for the next hour and a half?”

Lance gave Frank his debit card, “Hang out in the bar, and I’ll meet you there. After, I have access to a room.”

“Sounds like a plan!” laughed Frank.

In our torn tight jeans showing off our massive junk as we weren’t wearing underwear, black work boots, white T-shirts and scruffy black leather biker jackets, we strutted into the fancy wood-paneled Bellwood bar. The old sophistos pretended not to notice us. We piled into a secluded booth.

“What’re you boys having?” asked the cheerful middle-aged waiter with a gay lilt in his voice.

“Four Gray Goose dirty martinis” said Frank.

“Coming right up!” said the waiter who didn’t ask to see our fake IDs.

So, we sat sipping our perfect martinis, vaping on our JUULs, our dicks stiff in anticipation of tapping Lance’s beautiful mouth and firm young ass.

“Another round gentleman?”

“Yes, indeed and we’ll take a fifth” said Frank, “We’ll close out.”

The waiter returned with our drinks. Frank paid the check with Lance’s debit card, leaving a generous tip.

“Hey!” said Lance. He was medium height; up close he was so fuckable as he crammed into the booth with us and began sipping his martini. Frank and Lance were grinning. Sure enough, I saw that under the table Lance had his hand on Frank’s crotch and was kneading his hardon. Oh, yeah! We had ourselves a hot fucking slut! Lance swilled down his drink and rose. He was so ready for action. We left the bar and took an elevator. Walking down the hall, I could see that Lance had a fine ass. We got to a room and entered. It wasn’t as grand as the Presidential Suite, but it would do for what we all had in mind.

Frank wrapped his arms around Lance, they embraced as if they were long-time lovers. Their mouths and tongues passionately devoured each other’s. Their hands caressed each other’s bodies. Frank lowered Lance to the ground. Lance stared up with his gorgeous face and wide blue eyes and then his hands undid Frank’s belt, unzipped his jeans, and his eight and half inches sprang forward.

Oh! What a beautiful sight! An eager gorgeous young WASP blond cocksucking bottom on his knees servicing a young masculine dark hung Italian American top. Lance got down to business on Frank’s cock as he stood stroking that shimmering blond hair that was real. Lance was a virtuoso cocksucker, swirling his tongue around Frank’s cockhead and licking the underside, driving Frank wild. Lance slathered every bit of that long fat shaft with his lips and tongue and finding his way to Frank’s heroic balls which got expertly tea bagged. Then it was on to a serious round of deepthroating. Lance moved his head and mouth all around to accommodate Frank’s exceptional manhood.

Frank stood in a state of bliss from Lance’s cocksucking. He edged Lance off, there was Frank’s magnificent rod gleaming with Lance’s spittle and his precum. He raised up Lance, they took their clothes off. Lance had a nice tight lean bod and a nice seven incher that was rock hard. His ass was as appealing as the rest of him. Two sculpted cheeks framing an inviting pink clean hole. Frank propelled him to the bed on his back. Lance raised his legs. Frank lubed them up and thrust his hardon into Lance in a steady yet tender swoop. “Oh, my God!” moaned Lance.

Frank who could be so rough when fucking, was now gently making love to Lance with his cock. Lance’s ass would bang back at Frank’s dick. It was so moving watching them as they were in The Zone with their fucking, listening to their sounds of pleasure.

Lance was yelping and soon his swollen dick spurted cum on to Frank’s chest. Frank kept fucking Lance and was cumming in him. They hugged each other briefly. Then Lance got up, out of the bed smiling and walked toward us. By then we were nude on the couch where we’d been watching him getting fucked, while playing with our stiff leaking dicks out, waiting for our turn.

Lance dropped to his knees and sucked Vinnie’s eight and a quarter inch. Then Lance did Eric and my eight inches. He was a damned fine cocksucker and nearly got me off early. I guess because it had been so romantic with Frank and Lance, Vinnie wanted it nasty.

“Ride my cock, bitch” he snarled.

So, Lance sat on Vinnie’s cock and rode it up and down till Vinnie came. Then Lance rode Eric and then me. I would have preferred missionary but I’m low man on the totem pole but I do get to be the boss with my cute 18-year-old boyfriend Alex.

We all showered, dressed and went to our homes.

“Would you boys like to be in the movie?” asked Dirk who was in the bathtub drenched in our piss after another rough fuck session the next night.

“Wow, Dirk!” said Frank, “That would be so exciting!”

“Aww, it’s background, but you’ll see what’s it’s like. Daniel is in the living room he’ll give you the details. See you tomorrow night.”

We showered, dressed and went to the living room. Daniel was sitting at a coffee table with a bunch of papers.

“Hey boys, the director wants more hot young guys to play SWAT team members. It’ll be a lot of standing around and running in uniform, is that cool?”

“Sure, Daniel” said Frank.

“Great, everyone fill these payment forms out and be at the wardrobe truck at 7:00 AM tomorrow.”

“We’ll do!”

“Oh, I’m glad you guys showed up to take Dirk off my hands at night. I have a lot of stamina but Dirk as you know is insatiable and satisfying him was wearing me out! I was too pooped to fuck my husband, for Christ’s sake. Thanks, and see you on the set.”

“Good morning, I’m Randy, I’ll be fitting you for your costumes” said the tall skinny long-haired guy who looked like he just graduated college, in his gay voice. We were in the wardrobe truck with lots of clothing racks of stuff.

“Hey, Randy, I’m Frank. I have a problem that will make the fitting complicated.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah, it’s this” said Frank unzipping his jeans and hauling out his hard dick. “See, it’ll get in the way!”

“Frank, I do see that you’re right that THAT is quite a problem. I could take care of your problem and everyone else’s.”

“That would be so great, Randy!”

Randy dropped to his knees and began sucking away on Frank’s dick and licking his balls. Frank came rapidly. Randy sure could suck a cock. Vinnie, Eric and I all blasted down his throat. Morning blowjobs rock!

“Action!” yelled the 35-year-old English director Alan Gregory, who’d directed several hit Hollywood action movies. He was medium height, slim, and had a strong if quirky presence.

For the next three days we hung around outside the bank getting filmed as part of the SWAT team, then storming the building and running around inside. Dirk and his gang had escaped with the diamonds through a secret tunnel. It was all kind of boring, but Randy’s morning blowjobs were a treat. We were done we returned our costumes for the last time.

“Alan would like to meet with all” said a guy to us outside the wardrobe truck.

“Sure” said Frank.

“I’ve been looking at the footage and you lads bloody well pop! You’re all so masculine, confident and charismatic! Dirk speaks very highly of you. You’ve inspired my new idea to improve the film…” said Alan the director in his English accent while we were all in his trailer.

Originally, there were scenes in a conference room where Dirk and his crew had tied up bank employees played by extras. Alan’s outlined his script change, three of the gang untie a young guy, hustle him off to another office while Dirk watches over the hostages. They come back later with the guy and it’s implied that they raped him. Nothing was shown but the audience would get it. Dirk being a beloved star didn’t participate in that.

The next morning, we were hanging out nude in an office set as directed by Alan. Eventually, the door opened and in walks a hot young brown-haired guy in a suit and tie. “What the fuck?!” he yelled when he saw us. Alan emerged from another door.

“Calm down Rick” said Alan. “I cast you as an extra because you have a great look, I gave you five lines because you’ve got a good voice and personality. Trust me, this new sequence is going to jumpstart your career. You’re a 23-year-old nobody in Nowheresville, you’re not getting any younger, this is the way! You’re perfect! A straight all-American guy gets ravaged by a gang of thugs it’ll be riveting cinema!”

“What the fuck are you talking about? Ok, I agreed to play this new bit with reluctance, that I get raped off screen by three guys. What’s going on with these guys here?”

“Ah! Imagine how much truer it will seem if you really were raped! The pain and anguish on your face, the physical reactions afterward it will be sensational! We just filmed you entering the office and cut. Later, we see the door open, and you stumble out after having really been raped followed by the three gang members who are walking behind you grinning. Such realism! Then when you return to the conference room your co-workers instantly know what happened and offer sympathetic and sad expressions. This will be a standout bit!”

“Are you expecting me to get fucked by these guys and then walk out and pretend the three actors did it?”

“Exactly!” said Alan handing Rick an envelope. Rick opened it and gasped. “You can buy yourself and your girlfriend a lot of nice things. So, are we on?” Rick nodded. “Super! In reality the gang members would want their pricks sucked first. Go to it Rick!” said Alan as he turned on a camcorder on a tripod.

“What the fuck, Alan?! You’re recording this?!”

“Major executives and industry people are going to be offering you so much work if you pull this off!”

The trembling Rick with tears in his eyes slowly walked over to us who were now sitting nude on a couch with our great tools out. We were told to be silent. Rick in his suit and tie got on his knees, just staring at Frank’s menacing cock. Frank put his hand on the back of Rick’s head and guided him to his cock. Rick looked disgusted as he opened his mouth and Frank pushed Rick down on his cock.

“Excellent! 10 minutes per prick, I’ll let you know when to move on” said Alan at the camera. So, for 10 minutes Rick endured sucking his first dick with Frank as his aggressive teacher. It was so fucking hot watching Rick struggle to suck cock and lick balls. “Next!” Vinnie grabbed Rick head and viciously face-fucked him. “Next!” By now, Rick was catching on and was giving Eric a decent blowjob. Shit! When he got to me, he knew how to work my dick like a pro! Going last sometimes has its advantages!

“Very good! Now Rick, we’ll get to the main course! After you’ve been roughed up and degraded by giving head for the first time, your spirit is broken. You know what’s coming next and you’re resigned to hit. Rick get up, walk to the desk, take down your trousers and knickers and bend over.”

The shaking Rick got up and did as directed. There was this young straight Michigan guy bent over a desk, his pants at his ankles displaying his creamy virgin hairy asshole for us to fuck!

“Action!” yelled Alan.

Frank and we started to move in.

“Hey! What about lube?” said Rick.

“They wouldn’t have lube. It’s all impromptu, they’d use spit. Now, boys keep in mind the gang wouldn’t have a lot of time for this. Be brutal as you can and get yourselves off as fast as possible” said Alan.

Frank grinned, spat a few times on his hands, fingered the sobbing Rick and slicked up his dick. He rammed it into the crying Rick and for five minutes thrust his hips and cock and pounded out Rick. He grunted, pulled out and there was Rick’s ass leaking cum. Vinnie was even rougher as held Rick’s hips and fucked him mercilessly. He pulled out and Rick’s ass was a cummy mess. Eric did his thing. When it was my turn, I was so horned up! I tried to be as evil as I could with my cock! I fucked Rick like he was a bitch, which he was after taking three big dicks. I shot off buckets of cum in him.

“Excellent! Rick pull yourself together” said Alan.

Rick painfully stood up and pulled up his underwear and pants. Holy shit! The desk was covered in puddles of cum! Rick had shot a few times! Of course, we satisfy our bitches! Oh, we gave him a workout he’ll never forget.

As a gay total top, sex with a slutty cocksucking bottom who owns what he is, is sensational. But, I got to tell you, it’s so fucking hot to break in a straight guy who never thought about dick before. Especially because most of them look down on gays. Their scared eyes, the loud sounds they make, their awkward sucking, their tight resistant asses, it’s such a victory when it’s done, when they’ve been used as a cum bucket. It’s a great feeling to have crushed a straight guy, shattering their masculine pride as they’ve now sucked dick and taken it up the ass. They’re never the same afterward. I’m so glad and proud to be buds with Frank, Vinnie and Eric, I never would have had these rad adventures without them.

Six months later, we went to the mall so see Crash Job. WOW! There we were, looking great in our black SWAT team uniforms on the big screen. Dirk was Dirk. Alan did a very good job with it even though it was the same old. Rick was amazing! Alan filmed his post-rape walk down the hallway in one take, panning in for closeups of Rick’s teary face and pained red eyes. The way Rick limped was so real, he never could have done it if not for getting fucked by four on point hung tops like us! The sadness and embarrassment of his co-workers when he was brought back into the conference room was so touching. Even before Crash Job had come out and was a hit, Rick was signed to play the lead in a superhero movie. Alan was right about his career taking off. We never heard from any of them again, that’s Hollywood.