*** I don't know Ashton Kutcher, nor have I had sex with the actor, nor do I know anything about his life, or his sexual orientation. This is a work of fiction only. ***

Later on that year Ashton and I sat down together at the breakfast table.

"That gay bar we went to earlier this year was crazy, man. Remember that old guy who asked us if we were interested in having a threesome with him that night? That was wild," I said.

"I don't remember that. I was really wasted that night," Ashton confessed. "Speaking of that night, did we bring home a girl with us to the dorm afterward? I'm not sure if I was dreaming or not but I remember waking up in the middle of the night to the most amazing blowjob ever," he said.

"No, you were just really drunk," I said, laughing.

The table went silent for a second after we both realized that neither of us was comfortable talking about what had happened that night after we came home.

"Man, I gotta piss so badly right now..." Ashton said, switching the topic, stretching his arms up as he yawned.

"Fuck me too!" I said.

We began racing for the bathroom at the top of the stairs, but Ashton beat me.

"I'll wait," I said, standing outside the bathroom door.

"Naw, just come in with me, man," he said.

After we'd finished pissing, I noticed Ashton's dick getting hard.

"Excuse my woody, but the Pamela Anderson poster on the wall over there always gets me hard whenever I'm in here," he admitted, smirking at a poster of the sexy actress posing half naked in a poster that hung above the bathroom sink.

"Nothing wrong with that my man," I said, smiling back.

And, with that, we started jerking off together looking at the Pam Anderson poster. Eventually we began fucking too -- me bent over the sink, Ashton behind me pounding into my ass hard and fast, both of us groaning and grunting until Ashton busted a nut all over my back.

To be continued...




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