Finally, it was over. The Opie & Anthony show had ended. Anthony sighed in relief to himself: sure, he was glad that the show had given him success, fame and money, but it didn't stop him hating his life. Most of all, he detested having to repeatedly pretend to be dating young girls, on the radio and in reality.

Very few people knew of Anthony’s sexuality. He came out to his manager before he began the radio show, but she told him to stay in the closet until the end of the program. She was also responsible for setting him up with Dani Golightly. She was a nice girl, but he just isn’t into girls at all. To be honest, he thought, it was Gregg "Opie" Hughes who really turned him on. Anthony dreamed about rubbing the man’s scrumptious body, licking his mouth and model jaw, stroking his rollerblader legs…

He was awoken from his day dream by a sharp knock on his house door. It was the evening after the firing, so he suspected it was just a reporter or one of Ant's hangers on. He swung the door open, but to his surprise it was Opie!

“Hey there, Ant. I was just wondering if we could get a beer together and figure this shit out. Hold on, though, I gotta take a shower, though, I'm all sweaty from playing basketball."

Anthony quickly stopped himself from drooling at the thought of Opie naked in his bathroom: “Sure thing, I’ll just grab you a towel”. He opened the door fully, allowing the sixty-one year old hottie to enter the room.

“There you go man”, said Ant, passing a towel to Opie. He couldn't help himself but brush his hand against the tanned man’s forearm. The hard muscle sent shivers down his spine. He was almost licking his lips by the time Opie shut the bathroom door. He was so horny, he felt like if he simply touched his man meat, he would cum.

He decided, to try to calm his raging boner, to watch Alfrd Hitchcock Presents on TV to distract himself. However, 20minutes later, he was still daydreaming about Opie’s hard, long cock up his tight hole. The sharp click of the bathroom door suddenly being unlocked awoke Anthony from his fantasies.

“Sorry, I don’t want to be a pain, but it's hot as fuck in here. Do you mind if I keep my shirt off while we grab a couple of beers?”

Anthony knew that at this moment, he could either collapse from pure ecstasy of seeing every radio host’s dream in his towel, or he could keep some of his dignity and be cool. He chose the second.

Smiling, he replied: “Judging from the chatter on Twitter last night, I have a feeling that you and your wife had a few grapefruit beers yourself last night!"

Opie smiled guiltily: “That may also be the reason I came over today."

Anthony laughed, getting off the sofa to get the beers, carefully concealing his raging cock as he did so. The last thing he needed was to have to explain his erection to the towelled hunk – he wanted him to stay for as possible. “So you enjoyed yourself then?”

Opie paused for a second before replied: “Yeah, sure, it was fine. It’s just… I dunno, I just don’t feel like chicks do it for me anymore. I mean, they still turn me on, and the sex is amazing, but they just don’t give me that special something…” Ant tried to remain as calm as possible, but he was almost shaking with excitement: “Do you mean, you know, that you prefer guys?”

The sixty one year old smiled guiltily to himself: “I think I’m just experimenting at the moment, to be honest”.

Anthony didn’t know what to say, so Opie continued: “I just feel that I can do so much more with guys than I can with chicks. The guys that I’ve tried it with were wild…”

At that moment, the sexual tension in the room could have been cut with a knife. Ant stood up from the mini-fridge, stared at the embarrassed man in his towel, and just said: “Top or bottom?” Opie roared with laughter, mainly because of his relief that Anthony hadn’t reacted badly: “Still on top. My hole is purely exit only.”

Hearing this, Ant casually strolled over to Opie, pushed a beer bottle against his now hard dick, and lent in towards his ear, quietly whispering: “Well you can enter my hole any time”. Anthonys’s warm breath tickled Opie’s ear, and made him even hornier. Ant started to back away, but Opie grabbed him by the back of the neck and pulled him into a tight kiss.

Within seconds, tongues were roaming around the insides of mouths: Opie’s warm tongue was pushing into Ant’s mouth, stroking his teeth and pushing into his throat. Anthony had never felt more turned on in his life. Their muscular bodies were soon pressed up against each other, sharing body heat. Opie’s hot hands started exploring Ant’s face, before moving down his chest and under his shirt. With Opie already being in just a towel, Ant stroked the hunk’s muscular chest, defining his muscles.

After what seemed like hours, Opie broke the kiss, pulling Ant away by his hair. Staring straight into the older man’s eyes, he said: “I’m in charge now”. Forcing his head down, Anthony happily submitted to licking and sucking Opie’s entire huge chest. It was so warm and muscular that Ant felt like he would happily do that forever. But Opie had other ideas…

Pulling at the back of his towel slowly, his man meat was being revealed to Anthony. The sensation of licking the sweat off Opie’s body was enough, but after he saw the 9inch dick, which was oozing "the pre", he knew he had to have Opie in his mouth, alroight.

Opie sighed loudly as Ant attempted to get his hand round his cock: he was secretly proud of the incredible width of his meat. He could feel Ant breathing on his dick, the warmth of his breath making him wriggle with the ecstasy: then Ant took one long lick up the shaft. Opie simply couldn’t describe the intense pleasure he was feeling. As Anthony took as much of the dick in his mouth as he could, Opie thought he was going to release his juices right there and then. He pushed Ant away, the fear of cumming to early taking over, and planted a wet kiss in his mouth, tasting his own dick in Anthony’s mouth. He then pulled off his Ant’s shirt and jeans, revealing a solid six pack and tight thighs. Kneeling down, so Opie could feel the heat radiating off Ant’s cock, he slowly pulled down his boxers, and Ant’s hard dick sprung up, catching Opies lip on the wet head. Ant groaned, so Opie took this opportunity to please his co-star, and immediately wrapped his wet lips around the 7inch member. Anthony breathed in in a short, rapid pattern as the stud deep throated his cock, choking on it as he took it down his throat. They were both in ecstasy: Anthony was panting as his cock swelled in Opie’s mouth, and Opie enjoyed the taste of wet cock in his mouth. He started to slowly rub his hand in between Ant’s thighs, slowly coming round to Ant’s firm ass cheeks.

“Mmm yes!” Ant moaned as Opie stroked his hole with his middle finger, dick still in his mouth, “Yes Opie, stick your finger in me! Fill me up”.

Opie pulled away from Ant’s crotch, smiling, as he stood up and pushed the older star onto the bed, back down. Ant trembled with nervous anticipation as Opie pushed his bare legs into the air, knelt down and immediately started rimming his tight hole. “Oh God Ant, your hole is so tight!” exclaimed Opie between licks.

Anthony was squirming, his body in absolute heaven, as Opies thick tongue dove deeper into his ass hole, rubbing up against the sensitive walls of his rectum. This continued for about five minutes before Opie stood up, long dick at full mast, and looked down at Ant.

“I’ve been waiting for this for a long time. Can I fuck you?” Opie asked, already lining his cock up with Ant’s asshole. He knew the answer.

“Fill me, Opie. Fill me with your meat. I want to feel you in me”. With this, Opie smirked at the other man, who was obviously madly in lust for Opie. He spat once more on his dick, and then lent forward, his lips coming close to Ant’s, as his legs were pushed up against Opie’s broad shoulders. The two men sighed in unison as Opie’s head entered Ant’s ass, then they locked lips as Opie slid another 4 inches in. The kissing became frantic, tongues exploring all cavities of the mouth, as both men started to sweat, so turned on by the hot sex. Ant’s asshole was tight, and Opie could feel his walls closing in around his unprotected cock as he pushed all nine inches in.

Anthony moaned in pleasure at the feeling of the brotherman's cock deep inside his wet Sicilian boypussy. Finally, Opie exclaimed as he finally came a gigantic load of thick, creamy cum up Anthony's thirsty asshole:

"I'm ALL IN."