Date: Sat, 22 Oct 2011 13:15:56 -0700 (PDT) From: Jay Cee <gaymalesex_99@yahoo.com> Subject: The Adventures of C. Breeze (Chapter 15) The Adventures of C. Breeze This story is total fiction. The characters used are either recording artists, models, or actors/actress, if being gay is total fiction. If you are under age (-18), please dismiss yourself from this site. Thank you. Chapter 15 Voice: WAIT! (grabs Chris by the wrist) Chris: (furiously, snatching his hand back) WHAT!? (realizes it isn't Pooch) Oh! I'm sorry! I'm thought... Voice: ... I was Pooch? (grins gracefully) Chris: (admires smile with smile) Yeah... Voice: Wanna sit down, and talk about it? (positions his arm as a welcome to his table) Chris: Na.. I was just gonna walk on the beach... You can come if you like? Voice: Sure! (smiles) - Meanwhile, as Chris and his new friend left the restaurant, Trey was on his way home from The Jungle with Mike in Mike's Mercedes Benz, wearing a hand-me down from Mike's ex-boyfriend's closet. A pair of snowy blue ripped skater jeans that couldn't fit over his fat ass all the way, but with a lose green hoodie to cover his head and ass appropriate enough to walk into the house. It was a silent ride, until half way there Trey decided to break the ice. Trey: So... Tell me about your ex boyfriend? (tries to get comfortable in them) Mike: (hesitates) He was 5 foot 7, 17 pounds lighter then you, but skinny instead. He was lighter then you, pink juicy dick sucking lips, beefy 7inch dick, an ass just like yours. Trey: (Giggles) Are you tempting me? Mike: Please. I'm talking about my ex here. Trey: Oh! Shit! Excuse me.. Mike: (looks at him weird) Yeah... I met him at The Jungle, also. Trey: So he was a Celebrity also? Mike: Na... Actually... Some of the rappers brought in their little fuck buddies, or hoes, or whatever. He was there, but I knew he didn't belong there. He was being pimped by... Trey: (waits) by....? Mike: (hesitates with embarrassment) ... Flava Flav. Trey: OH SHIT! (laughs so hard) Mike: Laugh all you want. At least he had cloths. So he was walking the halls, and Flava was choosing the highest paid actors for him. There was George Cloony. After he seen a Tranny suck his dick right when asked, he said "No! I can't do this shit!" and started running down the hall. He stopped when he heard Flava cock his gun, and told him to prance his ass back. I saw that shit from a far when I was getting my dick sucked with Lenny Kravitz by 2 of his hot male porn stars he always invited over his house. I pulled one of their heads off my lap, and marched right to them. Trey: So you was naked? Your thick hard wet dick was swinging an shit? Mike: (pauses and shakes his head) Anyways, I told him it's company policy to not endanger another person's life here, especially in public. If it was done in private, it's whatever, but no guns, and shit allowed. He got mad, and told me to fuck off, and I damn near broke his arm for that boy. He didn't stop me, but he said it was because he admired my strength as I kicked Flava out of there. He stayed with me, we got closer, and we got Engaged. Plus, he's the reason why it's an all Celebrity thing. Trey: (in thought) *Damn. He must have looked hella good*. So what happened? Mike: It seemed like I gave up security more and more as I got closer to him, and stopped Patrolling in the morning, and just let him suck me dry, or fuck his brains out. So one morning I was making love to him, we heard shouting and loud fighting in the hall. I immediately got off him, and we went into the hall. Some guy was drunk, fighting everyone in site until he saw me in the hall. I told him to stay in the room while I tell him to leave. The guy decided to fight me. We wrestled until he pulled a gun out his pocket. I knocked it out of his hand, and he was fighting me too it. I tried to grab it and throw it to my ex, but the guy got it first. He aimed at me, fired, but missed, and got my ex. Trey: Damn... I'm sorry that happened. Mike: Yeah. Well... he's at peace now. His last words we're to love, and to never forget him. (stops car) We're here. Trey: Damn.. Well, if there's anything you need me to do, you know where I live. Mike: Yeah, and if you need a place to stay 'cause your tired of Soulja Boy shit, you know where to run. Trey: (giggles) Thanks. Trey slowly worked his way out of the car, and waved at Mike with his keys in his hand as Mike drove off. He heard grunts as he opened the door, and all he seen was Soulja Boy in between some other guy's legs with the guy's legs up as high as they could go with his ass hanging over the cushions as Soulja pounded him through the sofa. Trey: Well damn!! Soulja: Fuck you want!? I'm busy! Trey: Right. (as he seen that the other guy was Pleasure P.) Trey immediately stormed to his room where in the hall, he saw Arab getting blowed by some random model, he saw Steph Jones in Missionary position as Rockmond Dunbar fucked him hard in his and Soulja Boy's bed with Romeo on the side slowly getting rode on their chair by Lupe Fiasco as they both shared a blunt. With no aknoledgement showed, Trey packed his bags with his cloths, and shit. He opened the bathroom door to get his toilettries, and saw Prince arching his facial hair and went straight for his pubic hair while Floyd Mayweather was getting his dick sucked on the toilet by Darryl Stephens. Prince had a nice cut 6inch dick. However, Floyd had a fat ass dick and Darryl was bobbing on that shit, slobbing on that shit. Once Prince was done, Darryl was done, and Prince immediate sat on Floyd's dick, groaning as his ass gets invaded with a fat 9inch dick. Floyd moaned at the feeling and they went straight to work asPrince started riding him. Floyd put his arms up in relaxation behind his own head and his eyes closed. Darryl came up to Trey and started kissing his neck. Trey was getting tempted as Darryl encouraged him to grab his ass. Trey gripped that shit as they both kissed passionately. Trey kissed his way down Darryl's body to the point he had Darryl's long and hard monster down his throat. Darryl threw his head back with his eyes closed, moaning to Trey swallowing his knob. Trey stopped all the sudden. Trey: *The fuck am I doing?* Darryl didn't care. He brought Trey back up and tried to undress him. Darryl: Come on baby.. Get comfortable. Trey: Oh... I am. Trey grabbed all his toiletries and started throwing them in his bag, and marched out of the house. Darryl stood there, lost but forgot all about it as Romeo came in front of him. Darryl: Fuck wrong with him? Romeo: Fuck that bitch. (grabs Darryl's hair in full grip and pushed his head down with part of his strength) Just suck this dick bitch. (Darryl swallows it) Ohhh.... Yeah... You like that don't you bitch? You gonna give me that ass too when I bust? Huh!? Can't say shit with that dick down your throat can you? Ahh fuck! Trey started walking out the door with his cell phone calling Mike. Trey: You got an extra room? Mike: (pulls right up in front of him outside) Sure do. (hangs up) You got everything? Trey: Yup. Let's ride. - While Trey got ready for a new experience, so did Chris. Chris was walking down the beach, admiring the sunset eating ice cream with a guy he hardly knows, or about to. Chris: So... What's your name? Lucien: Lucien. Chris: Laviscount? From "Big Brother"? Lucien: Yup. Chris: I knew it! Every time on my down time in the UK I watch your show. Lucien: (chuckles) Yeah. I can say the same for you, Mr. Brown. Chris: Word? Lucien: Yup. Chris: What's your favorite song? Lucien: (thinks appropriately) "Beautiful People". Chris: I love that song too. Well I love all my songs, but it's one of my favorites also. (they stare at each other flirtatiously) Chris: So what brings you to LA? Lucien: Well... I was suppose to be shooting this movie with a friend of mine. Mr. Lautner? Chris: Taylor? Lucien: Yes, him. We we're suppose to meet for dinner so we can get closer on and off set, but he stood me up as it seems. Chris: Damn. I'm sorry about that man. Lucien: Yeah. It's alright. Happens to the best of us. So tell me what happened with you? Chris: Oh... Me and Pooch was very close, and his wife didn't like it, apparently so. Lucien: (laughs) Chris: What? Lucien: Just say it. Chris: Say what? Lucien: You and Pooch were fuck buddies, and you both got caught. It's perfectly fine. Me and Taylor were suppose to also but he didn't show. Chris: (laughs) Alright, but so you know we weren't fuck buddies. We we're actually talking to each other, but I just found out while I haven't called him, he got married. Lucien: Aww... Man. I'm sorry lad. Chris: It's alright. I know I'll find better. Chive gave Lucien that flirtatious stare and Lucien shoulder bumped him and they wrestled in the sand. When they stopped, Chris realized Lucien was laying on top of him in a very romantic position right now that reminded him of a movie. They gazed into each others eyes, and moved in for a kiss Lucien pointed out the beautiful sun st behind Chris. They lied next to each other, talking, and admiring it. Out of no where, Chris heard a camera go off. He hopped up immediately, and looked out, and noticed a camera man standing over him. Lucien didn't seem to care much, but Chris did. Chris chased the guy down the walk way, and when he got close enough, he tripped him onto the ground. Lucien was right behind him, and pulled Chris back before he started his brutal rampage. Lucien: Let it go Chris! He's not worth it! Chris: (looks over at the camera the guy dropped) Of course he ain't. Chris ran over to the camera, and started stomping it hard with his right foot, shattering the camera until it wasn't able to take no more. When he finished, him and Lucien walked to the walk to the Parking lot, talking more, engaging in convo until they got to Lucien's car. Chris: So... Can I get your number? (biting his bottom lip) Lucien: (giggles) Boy, give me your phone. Chris: (hands it to him) Now yours. Lucien: Uh uh! I'll call you.. Lucien kissed Chris on the cheek and got in his car, smiling as he pressed for his window to go down. Chris bent over to the window but Lucien pulled off into the street. Chris: (grins) Oh I see. Got a hard ball on my hands. Photographer: (from a distance) SHIT! IF ONLY I HAD MY CAMERA! (has a fit as he walked away) Chris just stood there before walking off back to his own car before heading back to the house for a surprise. To Be Continued... If you have a response or any other singers/rappers/actors/athletes/models that's rare on here that's well-know, send your reply to (GayMaleSex_99@yahoo.com)