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Room #69, Part 1

by Noodle


Last summer I was in California on a business trip. We were staying in a Holiday Inn just outside of Hollywood. I had a room by myself, which was room #69. I had just been swimming and, as soon as I walked into my room, I began to strip off my wet speedo. I am about 6'2", i have straight brown hair (parted in the middle), a well built body, and a 7" cut cock. I got into the shower and started jerking off. I don't really know why; I just felt like it. Before I got too far with my jacking, I heard a knock coming from the room connected to mine. I wondered who it was because no one I knew was staying in the room next to me. I turned off the shower, put on a towel around my waist and answered the connecting door. I nearly fell over and died that very moment. It was Brad Pitt!!! He also was wearing a towel around his waist. I looked at his gorgeous body and his beautiful face and got hard all over again. He flashed me a sweet smile of perfect teeth and asked me if he could use my shower, his was broken. I agreed instantly and led him to my bathroom. He ran his fingers through his ear-length blond hair and brushed against my hard cock, which was poking out of my towel. I really hoped he didn't notice. he walked into the bathroom and closed the door, leaving it a little bit open. I peeked through the crack as he stripped off his towel. He looked a lot better than the pics of him I have seen on the internet. He hopped into the shower and after a little while asked me to bring him some shampoo. I promptly grabbed the complimentary stuff and walked into the bathroom. I stuck my hand through the curtains, only to be yanked though them by a strong arm. All of a sudden i was pinned against the wall. He looked into my eyes and kissed me deeply. I wished that moment would last forever, but it only got better. He tenderly lowered me to the floor of the tub and he lay down next to me. We were both pretty hard and wanted it bad. his 7" cock reached toward my mouth, begging for attention. I slurped it up, and he slurped up mine. we lay there sucking each other like no one ever could. It felt great. He moaned as I slid a finger into his asshole. He came into my mouth, and i swallowed every drop of it. This stuff was worth its weight in gold! Soon I blew my load and relaxed. He turned around and kissed me again. It felt even better than that last time. This one was way more passionate. we stayed in each other's arms for a minute or two when he finally said, "I wanna fuck you." I gladly agreed. I couldn't wait for that meat to slip into my asshole. I stood up and leaned forward against the wall. He slowly slid in and began moving back and forth inside of me. I was in heaven. I had always dreamed of sex with brad, and now I was getting what I wanted. I remembered back to the days I used to jack off to him when I was on the internet. Believe me, this was a trillion times better. He filled me up once more and then turned off the water. We dried each other off, and guess who slept in my bed that night, naked. I stayed there for about a week, and Brad and I really got to know each other, sexually and mentally. We are pretty good buds now, and often get together and celebrate our maleness with each other, and sometimes even with his friends (Chris O'Donnel, Bruce Willis, Leonardo deCaprio, Tom Cruise, and Mel Gibson) We always know how to have a great time:)

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7 Gay Erotic Stories from Noodle

Backstreet Desire, Part 1

Kevin Richardson lay on a beach in California, watching his fellow Backstreet Boys play frisbee by the light of the setting sun. His eyes drifted from the running bodies to the distant horizon. The sun burned its way into the ocean, fighting a losing battle against the conquering night sky. A line of Jewel's song "Down So Long" played in his head, "The sun sets across the

Backstreet Desire, Part 2

Hey all! This is the second in my series of Backstreet Desire. For those of you who tried to email me about my first installment I apologize for misprinting my email address. My real address is NoodleJ@aol.com. Here goes... AJ had his back to the bathroom door, head in hands. He was in shock; his two best friends were fucking in the shower. *I'm an idiot,* he thought. *I

Backstreet Desire, Part 3

Nick handed his credit card to the giggling and flustered cashier. He had managed to spend $500 in a half-hour, he was proud. The cashier fumbled at the register to push the right buttons and then scrambled to find a pen. "Don't worry, I've got one," said Nick. "Okay, thanks," she bubbled. Nick signed the receipt and handed it to the nearly hysterical girl. He left the store,

Backstreet Desire, Part 4

The Backstreet Boys were greeted at Blockbuster by a burst of excited whispers and unrestrained squeals. They knew the drill, try to finish their task while signing a seemingly unending number of autographs. However, the store wasn't busy and they only spent a few minutes fulfilling the dreams of the girls present. Nick worked his way to the comedy section, Howie drifted to the drama

Room #69, Part 1

Last summer I was in California on a business trip. We were staying in a Holiday Inn just outside of Hollywood. I had a room by myself, which was room #69. I had just been swimming and, as soon as I walked into my room, I began to strip off my wet speedo. I am about 6'2", i have straight brown hair (parted in the middle), a well built body, and a 7" cut cock. I got into the

Room #69, Part 2

A lot has happened since last summer, and my sexual experience with Brad Pitt. The last time I saw him was in that hotel. Sadly, the business I was working for has fired me since then. To be more accurate, I got laid off. That's okay, though, 'cause I found another job in Colorado. Brad gave me his phone number last summer, which I had to swear I would never give to anyone else.

Room #69, Part 3

After Brad left the room, I was a little curious about who was at the door, so I got out of the bed and quickly dressed myself. Leaving the bedroom, I wandered down the hall until I found my way back to the entryway. Nobody was there, but I heard voices coming from the kitchen and headed down in that direction. When I made it there, I saw Brad, and with him was Tom Cruise and

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