Hugh Jackman's X-Men Legacy Part 3

Charles and Erik walked into the bar together, the man they were looking for was sitting in front of the bartender with a lit cigar in the ashtray next to him and a glass of whiskey in front of him. They approached the man from behind, Erik stood on the man’s left side while Charles leaned over on his right.

The man grabbed his cigar and brought it towards his lips.

“Excuse me, I’m Erik Lensherr.” Erik said.

“Charles Xavier.” Charles added.

“Go fuck yourself.” The man immediately replied, ignoring them and taking a puff of his cigar.

Erik furrowed his brow, offended by the rude attitude, he looked over at Charles who had an exasperated expression on his face. “We came to talk to you.” Erik stated firmly, placing a hand on the man’s shoulder.

The stranger turned his head and glared at him. “And I said; go fuck yourself.” He responded, taking the cigar out of his mouth and blowing smoke right in Erik’s face.

Erik glared back him and leaned his head down, staring the man in the eyes. “We can force you if we want...” He warned him.

“That so?” The stranger countered, staring back at him.

“What if I did?” Charles suddenly interrupted.

“What?” The man asked, looking over at him annoyed.

“What if I did fuck myself?” Charles clarified.

The man noticed the bartender wasn’t moving and he looked around and saw that all the men in the bar were frozen in place. He realized these two men who came to talk to him must be mutants like him. “Look bub…” He said, speaking to Erik. “I don’t give a shit what you want, but you and your ‘girlfriend’ better get out of here before things get messy.”

“You didn’t answer my question.” Charles said.

“You two are on my last nerve…” The man growled.

“What if I fuck myself? Will that change your mind about talking with us?” Charles asked.

“Are you fuckin’ serious?” The stranger replied.

Charles smiled at him and undid his belt.

“We told you our names. What’s yours?” Erik inquired as he and the other man watched Charles remove his belt and start to pull down his waistband.

“Logan...” The man replied as Charles pulled his trousers and boxer shorts to the ground; exposing his genitals and pubic bush. Logan took another drag off his cigar, he then reached into his back pocket to pull something out. “Here. Fuck yourself.” He stated bluntly as he handed over another one of his cigars.

The well-mannered British gentleman took the phallic object and smiled at Logan. “Alright then. Good thing this one isn’t lit, eh…?” He replied with a meek chuckle. Charles was quite intimidated this rugged, manly stranger’s confidence. He turned around, presenting his tight bum before he leaned over and began pressing the cigar against his anus.

Both Logan and Erik watched closely as Charles slipped it past his asshole.

Charles grunted softly and gently bit his bottom lip as he slid the cigar forward into his ass. “Well that wasn’t so hard…” He panted to himself.

“Yes. He’s used to taking something much bigger up there.” Erik admitted.

Logan knocked back his whiskey and then looked up at Erik. “Am I supposed to be impressed?” He asked with contempt.

“No. You’re supposed to be aroused.” Erik replied, bring his face close to Logan’s. “I know I am.” He said before leaning in and kissing him on the mouth.

Charles watched from over his shoulder and was shocked at his friend’s bold act.

Logan kissed Erik back and then quickly pulled his face back, dropped his cigar into the ashtray and grabbed Erik by his leather jacket. The two men stared each other in the eye as Logan stood up, lifted Erik into the air and then slammed him down onto his back on an empty table.

“Hey!” Charles gasped in concern.

“It’s alright, Charles!” Erik immediately replied. He looked up at Logan with a wicked grin. “This is between us…” He said as he removed his belt.

Logan grabbed Erik’s waistband and forcefully pulled his blue jeans and boxers off before pulling his own pants down, going commando underneath.

Charles watched as both men’s genitals and asses were exposed. “Oh my God…” He muttered.

Logan was exceptionally endowed; his thick, uncut cock was long and veiny, his large testicles were hairy and hanging low beneath his shaft, and he had a wild, untamed bush of pubic hair.

Erik laid on the table unbuttoning his shirt while he grinned at Logan’s manhood. “Now that’s impressive.” He said.

“I know.” Logan replied nonchalantly before he spread Erik’s legs and plunged his cock into him.

“Yessss!” Erik hissed as he moaned, loving being filled by this alpha-male.

Charles watched as Logan began fucking Erik and felt a swell of jealousy. Erik had fucked him many times before but never allowed Charles to be on top, seeing his best friend loving getting fucked by this other man stung.

Logan pulled off his t-shirt and undershirt, baring his hairy, ripped chest.

Erik opened his shirt, revealing his smooth and toned chest.

Logan quickly leaned down and brought his mouth to Erik’s. The two men kissed again, this time Logan reciprocated and stuck his tongue in the other man’s mouth.

Once again Charles bit his bottom lip as he listened to the other men’s lips smacking together wetly. His cheeks blushed pink, embarrassed that he was left to stand by and watch.

“Uhhh!” Erik grunted deeply, temporarily breaking their kiss.

Logan was driving his cock hard into the other man, showing no restraint.

Even in his jealousy Charles couldn’t help but feel aroused, his own penis was at full erection now and he couldn’t resist stroking it. The sight of their muscular bodies slamming together, the sound of their grunting and groaning and the smell of their sweaty body odour all made for quite the masculine display of homoeroticism. Charles had a firm grip on his cock and pumped it fast, breathing heavy as he felt himself getting close.

Logan and Erik kept making-out as they fucked, Logan pummeling Erik’s ass with his thick manhood and Erik groping Logan’s chest.

Charles brought himself to the edge but felt like he shouldn’t make too much noise while the others were still going at it. He kept biting his lip while moaning softly, his cum spurting out onto the floor. He stood there watching the other guys with a cigar still shoved between his buttcheeks, they didn’t pay any attention to him.

Before too long Logan stopped kissing with Erik. He raised his torso back up, gripped the edge of the table with both hand and thrust himself forward a last few times, growling like a wild animal. The grimace on his face almost made it look like he was in pain but his body shivered in ecstasy as he fired his load into the man underneath him.

Erik threw his head back and moaned out loud, his eyes closed as he felt pleasure flow through him. His stiff cock had been rubbing against Logan’s furry abs and he was now slathering those abs with his cum.

“Hand me my cigar.” Logan said. His huge pecs were heaving as he caught his breath and a few drops of sweat trickled off his chest hair onto Erik.

“Ohh, umm…” Charles started to reach around for the cigar still stuck in his ass.

“Not that one, dumbass… the one in the ashtray.” Logan corrected him.

“Sorry…” Charles said, blushing again as he handed over the lit cigar.

Logan grabbed it and immediately took a long drag before slowly blowing a cloud of smoke into the air. He then looked down at Erik and handed it to him.

“Thanks.” Erik replied as he took it and had a puff himself, blowing the smoke up at Logan.

“So… now that we’re umm… more acquainted--” Charles began to speak.

“Still not interested.” Logan interrupted him abruptly as he stood back up and started pulling his pants back on.

“But, we--” Charles tried to continue.

“I still don’t give a shit.” Logan replied harshly, taking his cigar back.

Logan had pulled up his pants but left his fly open, his pubic bush still exposed. He walked back over and sat down at the bar again, still shirtless.

“Come on Charles, we should get going.” Erik said, getting up and putting his clothes back on.

Charles followed suit, leaving the cigar still lodged in his ass though.

Before they left Erik leaned over and whispered something to in Logan’s ear; “Thanks for the fuck, old man.” He clapped Logan on the shoulder before turning away.

After Charles and Erik left the other men in the bar returned to normal. The bartender cursed, staring in shock at the man in front of him who was now inexplicably bare-chested.

“Gonna’ need a refill.” Logan said casually as he raised his empty glass.

“And cut! Perfect everyone!” The director called out as the scene concluded.

The crew started clapping and cheering as Hugh Jackman stood up and James McAvoy and Michael Fassbender walked back in.

“That was great, best sex scene I’ve ever seen.” The director said as Hugh, James and Michael came over to him.

“Say that ten times fast.” Hugh joked.

“Whew! You boys aren’t wearing deodorant, are you?” The director remarked with a chuckle, waving the air in front of him like it stunk, but really he enjoyed it.

“The Wolverine doesn’t wear deodorant.” Jackman replied giving him a wink.

“We decided to go au naturel too.” Fassbender added with a sly grin.

“Yeah, thought it’d be more fun.” James agreed, chuckling.

“Well that really was one hell of a scene boys…” The director smiled at them.

“It’s easy when you have such great scene partners.” Hugh said, clapping his co-stars’ backs.

-

“And that was the first time you guys had sex?” Ryan Reynolds asked.

“Were you even paying attention?” Hugh asked back, looking down at Reynolds.

Ryan was licking all over Jackman’s uncut shaft as they laid nude in bed together with James and Michael. “Sure I payed attention… to the sex part.” The horny actor replied.

“Fuckin’ dumbass…” Hugh laughed. He was laying with his arms behind his head and McAvoy and Fassbender were on each side of him, licking one of his armpits.

“That was the first of many times we had sex.” James stated.

“Many, many, many times…” Michael commented with a dirty grin.

“Yep… I’ve fucked you all more times than I can count.” Jackman replied, a smug look on his face as he looked at the three men worshipping his sculpted body with their tongues.

“Have you fucked every guy who worked on the X-Men movies?” Reynolds asked.

“Not every guy… just most of them.” Hugh boasted.

“What about Taron Egerton? Is it true you’re fucking him too?” McAvoy asked.

The Aussie stud laughed. “Are you kidding? Everyone knows he’s my personal bitch.” He answered crudely.

“Do you ever wear deodorant?” Fassbender asked jokingly.

“Nope.” Hugh winked at him as he answered simply.

“Thank God for that.” Michael replied before he and James went back to licking the Wolverine star’s hairy, sweat-soaked armpits.

“So Daddy Logan… got another story for us?” Ryan inquired in between nibbling on Jackman’s foreskin.

Hugh grinned knowingly. “Story time’s over for today… but don’t worry; I’ve got more stories to tell.”