Date: Tue, 23 Jul 2002 23:44:35 EDT
From: Skiboy1284@aol.com
Subject: My Shooting Star

This has taken awhile to get posted since it started out as just a diary
entry of mine. I had no intention of submitting it to the public; but after
reading some of these hot stories figured that some of you might want to
read a story with a little more romance and not just the rutting. I like
that stuff, too, but I REALLY like the romance!

***

For a guy who has spent the majority of his twenty-eight years in the
theatre, I am considered remarkably well adjusted by most of my friends. In
fact, I sometimes worry that I'm growing old before my time because I'm so
levelheaded. That's why it came as a total surprise to me when I was
encouraging an acting student of mine to leave college and seek a
professional acting/modeling career. But the minute Chad came into the
studio, I could tell this guy had the "IT" that makes an average man a
STAR!

There was more to Chad than just his Ben Affleck-A & F good looks and his
quick and easy smile. He was one of the few genuine people I've met in this
business. During his first lesson, Chad confided in me that he was
considering giving up his quest (or more accurately, his parents' quest)
for a business degree and wanted to take a shot at the bright lights.
That's not an unusual fantasy for many 22-year-olds, but he had the stuff
to back it up. I could tell he had enough natural talent to take him far.

Chad was my last student for the night so we decided to continue our
discussion of his future over coffee at a local cafe. Our conversation
ran the gamut of topics from high school football careers to our views on
world politics. This evening was certainly turning out to be very
stimulating.

Right before we left I told him about a script I had at home that would be
perfect for him.  (I know...it seems like an obvious ploy, but I really
was sincere about it!) He said he was really interested and wanted to read
it.

The climax of the play involved a young man falling in love with his
father's new bride.  I've never had any desire to be a woman, but for the
sake of the rehearsal I agreed to read the role of the stepmother. Chad had
really gotten involved with the character he was playing. During an
improvisation I suddenly noticed his hand reaching for my face. I pulled
away as he brought my face close to his and I complimented him on his
involvement with the scene. He reached for my face again and said, "Who was
acting?"

Soon, two of the strongest arms I had ever felt were wrapping me into a
hot, passionate kiss. As our mouths were pressed together, I suddenly
flashed back to Scarlet O'Hara and Rhett Butler--the burning of Atlanta
couldn't match the heat I felt when our tongues met.

Chad's hands left my body just long enough to unbutton my shirt and jeans,
leaving them in a heap on at my feet. He stepped back but never took his
eyes away from mine. In what seemed like a slow motion strip, this young
god started to free himself of his clothes. Under his shirt Chad had a
chest that would make a young Brando look like Pee Wee Herman. It was like
a marble statue in golden-tan skin. His jeans were the next to go. As he
removed them (wearing no underwear, of course--what a rebel!) he
unveiled a beautifully hard cock that pointed straight to its object of
desire--ME!!!

It didn't take me any time to fall on my knees before him. I took his
luscious hardon into my mouth slowly, feeling each rugged vein of it with
my lips and tongue. I held on tightly to his hips so I wouldn't lose my
balance as he thrust his hot cock deep to the back of my throat and out to
the ridge of his head.

Reaching between his legs for his balls I could tell that we would reach
the final act very soon if I didn't provide for a short intermission. As
much as it hurt to do it, I slipped his rod out of my mouth. Next, I led
him into the bedroom not saying a word but only staring into his deep brown
eyes.

Chad gently laid me back on the bed, removing my underwear and sliding his
shoulders beneath my knees in one graceful move. With my legs resting high
above me, Chad went to work on my cock. He slowly ran his tongue around the
head of my cock starting a fire in my balls that ran down the inside of my
thighs. He began to slide his head up and down my shaft slicking it for
even more excitement to come.

With the skill of a Cirque de Soleil acrobat, Chad turned me onto my
stomach but kept his face in my crotch. The next sensation sent me through
the roof. With my cock pulled down behind me, he ran his tongue up the
underside of my pole and over the balls. I knew where he was headed, but
the excruciatingly slow and deliberate pace he took getting there gave me
plenty of time to anticipate the next sensation I knew was coming.

Sure enough, his tongue was soon tracing the ridge of my ass sending
shivers straight up my spine. He teased me mercilessly before spreading my
muscles and licking at the hole.  The instant his tongue touched my hole,
my breath made an audible rush out of my lungs.  I guess that was all the
encouragement Chad needed because the next thing I knew he had buried his
tongue deep inside me.

After spending what seemed like eternity, Chad slowly moved his body on top
of mine. I guess he figured he had worked long enough on my ass that he was
ready to take his payment. As his face came close to mine I whispered,
"This sounds corny, but I really HAVE never done this before." (And I
hadn't.)

He gently brushed his hand against my cheek and said, "Tell me to stop and
I will."

I said nothing.

He understood that he had permission but assured me, "I want you so
desperately. I will only go as far as you want me to and will stop whenever
you say."

With that assurance he started to press that golden rod into my ass. I
fought the mixed emotions--fear of the imminent pain and overwhelming
desire to feel a part of him.

I hugged desperately to the pillow as his beautiful cock found its way into
me. As his head entered I did feel that initial shock I had heard and read
about so often. But what amazed me was how quickly that pain subsided and
the incomparable feeling of completeness overtook me. He kept his mouth
pressed to my ear through the coupling and continued to whisper his
passion.

Usually, this is the part where the guy starts talking dirty, right? I
assumed that was what would come next. To my surprise, his words were more
like, "You are so beautiful." "I need you." "God, you are amazing."

That's when I knew my heart was no longer mine.

I pressed back to meet his thrusting. I wanted to meld into him. I could
feel him all the way through my body, feeling complete.

In too short a time, he started pushing harder and harder but managed to
keep his face pressed to mine. He stretched me even farther than I thought
possible and I soon felt him cumming in hot (no, searing) gushes inside of
me.

When he finished he stayed inside of me, kissing my ears and the back of my
neck for the rest of the night.

***

He continued to take my classes until he decided to take the big step and
move out to California. He has been out there a little over three years now
and has had some moderate success getting walk-ons and small speaking roles
in a couple of films.

He stays in touch and promises that as soon as he has a featured role he is
going to call on his private acting coach to join him.

Chad, my bags are packed and ready to go!