Date: Sat, 12 Jul 2008 19:26:29 -0400
From: Nicholas A Ryan <nickwhatever@juno.com>
Subject: Anderson Cooper 18

DISCLAIMER: The writer in no way questions the actual sexuality of the
actors involved. Any situations and incidents are purely fictional and in
no way reflect actual events. The writer also holds no license agreement
to the following actors and/or movies that may be mentioned. All persons
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Chapter Eighteen;

A Hotel Suite; Los Angeles

	Mark Furhman was sprawled out naked upon a hotel room bed, resting back
against the head board.   He hairy muscular legs were spread wide and his
head was titled back with a glazed look across his features.  His hirsute
broad chest expanded with every deep breath.  The former LAPD cop was
still in great shape with a gym built muscular body.
	"Mmmmmm," he sighed and half focused upon the lit TV screen at the end
of the bed.
	"Mnmph," A voice gurgled from between his powerful legs.  Anderson
Cooper was belly down upon the mattress between Furhman's thighs sucking
like a vacuum upon Furhman's hard cock.  Fuhrman was uncut and Cooper
forced the tip of his tongue beneath the pulled back skin, tasting fresh
dick cheese.
	"Umph," Cooper gulped slithering his tongue down along the blue veined
rod.
	"Yeahhh," Furhman murmured in encouragement, "work that hard man cock!"
Furhman lifted his arms up against the head board and gripped the top
rim.  "Suck it boi!"
	Cooper moved up and down on the hot shaft.  His lips were tight but
spittle drooled from his lips down upon the bed sheets.  Cooper twisted
his lips around the hot cock, feeling the main vein running its length
pulse against his tongue.
	"Yeahhhhh," Furhman sneered, "I'm getting' close pretty boi."
	Cooper worked faster sucking harder along the hot flesh.  He scooted up
on his knees a bit closer and opened his mouth wide taking the shaft all
of the way down, he whiffed in Furhman's funk as his nose rubbed within
the man's pubes.  Furhman lifted his hands from the head board and
gripped the back of Cooper's head.  He pulled the CNN anchor closer while
bucking his hips upward.
	""Umph," Cooper nearly choked but opened the back of his throat and
inhaled sharply through his nose.  "Numphh," Cooper's grunts and gurgles
drowned out the volume of the TV neither man was watching.


	The TV and VCR continued to run, forgotten by the two men.  On the
screen a handsome young man stood within a prison cell.  His orange
fatigues were unzipped to the waist.  A second young man knelt before the
standing man, twisting his lips around the standing man's hot hard rod.
The man on knees slurped and sucked loudly as the standing man grinned
down upon him and his ministrations.  The upright man clasped the sides
of the lowered man's head, one of his thumbs rubbing the man's cheek.
	"That's it Scotty," Eric Menendez cheered, "suck that hard cock."
	Scott Peterson sucked harder, his lashes fluttering as he gazed up into
the sexy grin of Menendez.  Scott slid his lips to the base of the hard
shaft and gulped audibly.  Spittle drizzled from his chin as he twisted
his face around the base of the hot boner pulsing against his tongue.
	"Mnmph," Scott gurgled around the shaft.
	Eric shifted his gaze from Scott to a third man squatted down behind
Peterson.  A dark head wiggled and pushed between the spread cheeks of
Peterson's bubble butt.
	"Yeah," Eric coached, "Lick that ass bro'!"
	Lyle Menendez shook his head a bit and thrust his tongue deeper within
Scott's tangy slick chute.  When Lyle's tongue stroked against Peterson's
pulsing prostate, Peterson pushed back while his boner surged a bit.
Lyle's tongue twisted between Peterson's pink ass lips.  The tongue tip
stroked the smooth hot walls of Peterson's chute.  Lyle gripped each of
the cheeks of Peterson's bubble butt and spread them wide.  His tongue
snaked deeper, the ass lips nearly stretched to the hilt, gripping Lyle's
slithering tongue.  He gripped Scott's cheeks harder leaving a flushed
imprint on the white smooth skin.
	"French that ass bro'," Eric grunted as he thrust his hips hard, forcing
his large thick cock to the back of Scott's throat.  "Fuck yeah!"  Eric
threw his head back and thrust faster.
	Spittle slithered down off of Peterson's chin stretching to the bare
floor.  He snorted and opened the back of his throat and held to Eric's
pulsing shaft.
	"Yeah Scotty," Eric jeered through clenched jaw, "take it all!"
	Muscleman Craig Titus was walking down the hall when he heard the grunts
and groans from behind a cell door.  It was ajar so Titus stopped and
looked inside.  He chuckled at the sight of the Menendez brothers working
over Scott Peterson.  Lyle had his face so jammed up against Peterson's
ass that Titus imagined the brother could tickle Peterson's throat.  He
had to give it to Lyle, the way he was twisting and burrowing his face
against Peterson's ass Titus knew he was rimming the hell out of that
bubble ass.
	The thought of ass made Titus focus upon Eric's bare ass as he fucked
the shit out of Peterson's throat.  Damn!  That hot muscular bubble butt
dimpled with each thrust.  The skin was smooth and inviting.  Titus felt
his pecker grow within his orange jumper.  No sense not joining in the
fun, Titus shrugged as he yanked down the zipper of his jumper.  Titus
pushed open the garment over his massive shoulders and gigantic guns.
His hard chest flexed a bit as he bent to push the jumper completely off.
 The Weight lifter's 11 inch cock sprung free and hit his sculpted abs
with a loud whack.
	Eric continued to fuck Scott's mouth raw.  Peterson's Adam's apple moved
up and down rapidly matching the rhythm of Eric's thrusts.  The veins
along the shaft pulsed against Peterson's tongue and the apple shaped
head freely dripped pre-cum down the back of his throat.  As he swallowed
he wiggled his butt.
	Lyle had his lips pressed against Peterson's stretched pink ring.  He
hummed loudly as he flecked his tongue against the familiar nub.  The
strokes elicited more backward bucks from Peterson.  Lyle licked and
sucked the tangy juices from Peterson's hole, the rectum muscles squeezed
around the tongue encouragingly.
	"Mmmmmmmmmmm," All three men purred oblivious to the new intruder
entering the cell and securing the door behind him.
	Titus watched Eric's hot ass clench and unclench and couldn't wait to
get a piece of it.  Spitting in the palm of his hand, he slicked up his
hot hard cock with the natural lube before stepping directly up to Eric's
back side.  With nary a word or indication of his intent, Titus gripped
Eric's gyrating hips and thrust savagely, popping the Menendez bro's hot
cherry.
	"Fuckkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk," Eric wailed as the 11 incher slid home,
stretching Eric's hot tunnel all of the way open.
	"Tight asssssssssss," Titus grunted as he ground his hips against Eric's
flushed butt cheeks, burying his 11 incher to the hilt.
	Peterson moved his hands up Eric's hips and around to grasp Titus' hard
granite glutes, encouraging him to fuck with them in tandem.
	"Take it," Eric said in one breath as he pummeled Peterson's throat.
"Give it to me Craig," he growled with the next, twisting and clenching
his ass and chute back against and around Titus' pistoning boner.
	"Fuck yeah rich boi," Titus growled as he jack hammered Eric's chute.
The lips stretched wide with each crash forward while Peterson kneaded
Titus's award winning glutes.
	Lyle was eliciting a pleasant response when he reached between
Peterson's legs and grasped Scott's hard throbbing cock.  It was leaking
pre-cum profusely and Lyle slicked up Scott's shaft with the clear fluid.
	Sweat was building and dripping from between Eric and Craig's meshed
torso's.  Peterson stroked along Titus' crack burrowing his fingers until
they touched the weight lifter's un-popped ring.  Peterson nudged a
finger and the ass lips seemed to kiss the tip.  Peterson had to work the
finger in, Titus was so tight.
	"Ughhhhh," Titus winced uncomfortably with a single finger up his ass.
He bucked against Eric harder, who in turn thrust deeper down Scott's
throat.
	"Mnumph," Peterson grunted around Eric's pumping cock.
	Lyle's tongue curled and whirled about the velvety smooth rectum walls.
His finger tips dug deeper into the smooth globes of flesh as his tongue
nailed the previously un-ventured cherry.
	"Nmmmmmmmmmmmmm," Lyle sucked his lips to the fleshy stretched lips
inhaling the raw sexual scent like an aphrodisiac.
	"Oh Ymph," Eric twisted his head, reaching around with one hand and
dragged Titus's head closer until their lips parted on contact.  Eric
opened his lips against Titus's and waggled his tongue against the former
pro weight lifter.
	"Mummmmmmmmmm," Titus moaned against Eric's feeding mouth and thrust
harder and deeper into the contorting twisting rectum wringing the blood
and pre-cum through the engorged cock.  His balls were boiling.  He
hadn't participated in man sex since... "Ughmmmmmmmmm," Titus growled
from deep in his throat as his balls exploded.  The rush of spoog jetted
from his raw cock into the suctioning milking chute.  "Arghmmmmmmmmmmmm,"
Titus grunted as his tongue thrust deeply to the back of Eric's throat.
His cock pulsed and jerked but Eric's butt muscles only tightened around
the spasming shaft.
	Scott dug his finger deeper within the muscle man's tight cherry.  He
felt the prostrate pulsate against his finger.  He pressed more and felt
the weight lifter's muscles tighten savagely around his burrowing finger.
 The cock in his throat edged deeper and pulsed hard with blood as Titus
filled Eric's rocking ass.  Scott's tongue tickled and coiled along the
length as the cape expanded a bit against the back of his throat.  He
felt Eric's nuts rise upward tight with his other hand.
	"Nmmmmph," Eric snorted as he sucked Titus's tongue hungrily and his
cock jerked against Scott's tongue.  "Urghhhhhhmmmmmmm," Eric gurgled
around Titus's thrusting tongue as the man seed spurted free from his
stretched piss slit.
	"Mmmmmmmmmmmmm," Scott hummed as he gulped down the thick ropes of salty
cock milk as they splattered and flooded his mouth and throat.
	"Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr," Eric growled as his cock winced sensitively as
the last rushes of cum spewed free.
	Titus's own fresh seed dripped down from Eric's stretched butt ring
along the Menendez brother's flushed ass cheeks.
	Lyle rubbed his nosed against Scott's crack as his tongue massaged
Scott's pulsing prostrate.  Scott's eyes widened a bit as the pressure of
Lyle's strokes caused his cock to jerk forward hard, enflamed and ready
to explode.
	"Hmmmmmmmmmmmm," Lyle hummed against the stretched ass ring causing
Scott to shiver.  His knees shook and his balls seemed to draw back
higher than he could remember.
	"Munmphhhhhhhhhhhhhh," Scott gulped around the cock stuffed down his
throat.  His hard cock wagged as strings of spoog splattered down upon
the hard bare cell floor.  His eye lids fluttered, he sucked harder
around the hot spewing cock between his lips and his knees buckled more.
Rivulets of cum rolled down his chin as he almost smiled around the thick
staff jerking the last drops on his tongue.
	Lyle sniffed the musky scent of ass deeply and felt his own hard shaft
bob up toward his hard abs.  He French kissed Scott's ass deeply as the
pretty flesh lips puckered around his tongue and against his own sucking
lips.   "Nummmmmmmmmmmmmm," Lyle purred as his cock banged against his
chiseled abs.  Spoog volleyed from the eye of his cock and smeared
against his cut pac before drooling down to the hard plain floor.


	"Fuckin' harder!" Anderson Cooper's voice wailed as his twisted the
pillow resting between his elbows and the mattress.  The CNN anchor was
belly down upon the mattress with his ass raised high by his bent knees
grinding against the mattress.
	"Uh hunh," Mark Furhman grunted, kneeling upright upon the mattress.  He
was bent a bit at the waist and was deep drilling Cooper's flushed bubble
butt with his thick long cock.  Deep strokes inched the shaft deeper
causing Cooper's knees to dig deeper upon the mattress.  Sweat glistened
on the former cop's forehead as he bent more and pumped harder.  He
twisted his lips into a sneer as he huffed gruffly.  His balls whacked
Cooper's ass cheeks as his hips worked faster.
	"Fuckin' pussy bitch," Furhman hissed digging his fingers into Cooper's
hip flesh.
	"Fuckin' drill it stud," Cooper twisted the pillow tighter and gazed
ahead at the rocking head board.  "Oooooooooooooo yeahhhhhhhh," he
twisted his hips and bucked hard against Furhman's thrusts.
	"So...fuckin'...tightttttttttttttt," Furhman panted.  His balls churned
and pinched.   "Uh hunhhhhhhhhhhhh," he drilled harder and faster.  He
felt Cooper twist and constrict his chute muscles tighter against his
pulsing shaft.
	Cooper's own hard cock was drooling a puddle of pre-cum upon the rocking
shaking mattress.  His balls rocked and swayed with the pummel of
Furhman's hips and cock.  His shaft seemed to rise higher as his nads
tightened.
	"Shittttttttttttttttttttttttttttttt," Cooper howled as his cock
splattered thick strings and ropes from his expanding cock head down upon
the clear white sheets.
	"Shoot it bitch," Furhman hissed from the back of his throat.  "Shoot it
dude!"
	Furhman's breathing was deep and heavy.   His balls recoiled from the
building strain before churning waves of thick viscous man seed through
his engorged shaft.  "Take...ittttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttt," he
grunted as his cock spewed Cooper's hungry hole full of cock juice.
"Shitttttttttt yeahhhhhhhhhhhh," Furhman pressed harder against Cooper's
ass cheeks.  His cock twitched as the rectum muscles around his rod
milked him tightly.
	Cooper pressed his face into the pillow in exhaustion as his body
shivered from the force of his cum spent orgasm.  Furhman panted roughly
as his own dick emptied.  He inhaled deeply as the last drops drizzled
free.  He relaxed a bit upon Cooper's own exhausted body and his dick
sloshed the cum filled raw chute.
	Furhman chuckled as he rubbed one cheek against Cooper's sweat slickened
muscular back.  "Nice," he murmured as he gently patted one of Cooper's
beautiful round cheeks with a hand.  "Real nice."


	Girlish giggles emanated from the TV.  The film of the recorded tape had
cut from the previous secret sex scene to a group of five young Canadian
men sitting around a bedroom set all dressed as gawky teen-age girls.
They giggled and pointed at several male mug shots arrayed upon the rug
beneath them.
	Mark McKinney lifted his gaze toward the TV screen and grinned a full
set of imitation braces.  "Who's the cutest guy on death row?"
	Mark, Scott Thompson, Dave Foley, Kevin McDonald and Bruce McCulloch
giggled and guffawed awkwardly before the familiar intercut music over
played the sketch comedians.

To be continued...