Date: Sun, 16 Oct 2005 22:55:21 -0500
From: Nicholas A Ryan <nickwhatever@juno.com>
Subject: Anderson Cooper Investigates Part Eight

Author's Note: All apologies to those who have been waiting for
additional chapters.  Weeks ago I experienced a severe virus infection
and computer crash and lost nearly all of my documents.  I have had to
rewrite all chapters not yet added to the site; a daunting task.  I hope
the rewrites live up to the previous published chapters.  I would be
eager to hear from all who wrote previously.  I fear that I have lost
many e-mails as well as documents.  Thank you for the support and
patience.

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
and films are a copy write and/or are the property of the people and
films themselves. The author in no way holds or maintains any rights to
films and actors.

Part Eight

	Meteorologist Jim Cantori arrived at the Florida hotel shortly after
10pm.  Despite the lateness, he was still revved by his tracking of
hurricane Rita.  Once he checked in, he decided to go to his room and
shower and then hit the Florida night life.  In the elevator up to his
floor, he groped his hefty cock and grinned at the idea of a hot fuck.
By the time the elevator arrived on his floor and he was nearing his
hotel room door, he was throwing a boner.  He grinned, perhaps he'd have
to jerk in the shower.
	As he put the key in the lock and pushed the door open, he noted groans
emanating from the room.  Kicking the door closed behind him, the Italian
stud walked further into the room and stopped dead in his tracks.  CNN
news anchor Anderson Cooper was sprawled on the double bed naked.
Cantori's boner raged as he took in the CNN anchor's muscular form.
Cooper was resting back upon the head board.  His hips were lifted and
his legs were thrown up over his head.  He was holding the position by
hooking his feet against the headboard.  The sexy CNN anchor was stroking
his hard cock that in the position of his body was aimed at his sensuous
lips.  The anchor's eyes were closed and he was jerking furiously.
	Cantori rearranged his boner in his jeans and stepped closer.  He
surmised that the hotel double booked.  Ordinarily he would have been
pissed off but....fuck!  Cooper was hotter in person.  He was so wrapped
up on his cock that he hadn't even noticed Cantori's entrance.  Cantori
grinned and stepped closer.  Unzipping his jeans, he pulled out his ten
inch boner and jerked it as he watched Cooper.  Whatever the hell the CNN
anchor was fantasizing about, it was hot.

The National Enquirer;
Secret Hollywood Sex Files:
>From the Set of the Dukes of Hazard:

	John Schneider was lying flat on his stomach on the sofa in his trailer
on the set of the CBS television series.  He was still damp from the
recent shower, but his towel had been long discarded.  His muscular arms
were stretched up over his head and he was gripping the arm of the sofa
tightly.  His legs were spread a bit and Tom Wopat was kneeling on the
floor over the opposite arm rest of the sofa.  The dark haired actor was
bent forward a bit, his face pressed into the crack of Schneider's ass.
His muscular hands cupped Schneider's bubble butt and pulled the cheeks a
bit as his tongue darted deeper up Schneider's dank tight hole.
	"Eat my ass," Schneider encouraged in a hoarse whisper.
	Wopat replied by twisting his head, burrowing deeper.  Wopat's lips were
locked and pressed against Schneider's ass lips.  The hunky brunette
continued to french kiss the blonde's ass sucking and lapping against the
hot pink wet walls of rectum.
	"Eat ittttttt," Schneider wiggled and pushed back against Wopat's face.
	"Mnmph," Wopat gurgled, tongue fucking his costar.
	"Ugh," Schneider winced as the tip of Wopat's tongue grazed his
prostate.  "Oooooooo," he released in a wheeze.
	Wopat thrust his tongue harder and deeper.  The slurping his mouth made
was loud and hungry.  "Nmnmph," he articulated as he gurgled and slurped
at Schneider's hot ass.
	"Yeahhhhhhh," Schneider pushed back harder.  "Tongue fuck me baby!
Deeper!  Harder!"

	Jerking just wasn't doing it anymore for Cantori, so he climbed up on
the bed with nary a notice from Cooper.  As Cooper stroked furiously on
his enflamed cock, Cantori moved and stood over Cooper's uplifted ass.
The puckered hole winked at Cantori.  He spit on the palm of his hand and
worked it over his shaft.  Next he spit over Cooper's ass ring, the
spittle running along the CNN anchor's crack.  Gripping the base of his
cock, Cantori rubbed his bulbous head against the puckered ring and
abruptly broke entry.
	"Ughhhhhh," Cooper grunted as Cantori rocked forward and buried the
length of his shaft in the wet constricting hole.
	"Yeahhhh," Cantori approved huskily as the rectum walls clenched around
his hot throbbing shaft.
	Cooper slowly opened his eyes and gazed up at Cantori.  He nodded and
Cantori returned the gesture.
	"Fuck me stud," Cooper encouraged.
	Cantori slapped one of Cooper's ass cheeks as he withdrew a bit and
thrust forward.  His fingers dug deeply in the flesh of Cooper's hips as
he began to rhythmically thrust.  Cooper constricted around Cantori's
thick cock as the shaft massaged the walls of his rectum.
	"Nice and tight," Cantori approved as Cooper bucked against him.  "Take
it!"  He slapped Cooper's butt cheek again.  Cooper closed his eyes and
resumed jerking his cock.
	Cantori rocked and thrust harder and deeper.  His balls slapped against
Cooper's butt cheeks as he pile drove the ass.  He slapped the suffused
ass cheek again.  He threw his head back as he pulled Cooper roughly
against him with each thrust.  The balls whacked louder against the
bubble butt. Cooper stroked faster as he clenched tighter about Cantori.
The men's breathing increased and grew louder.  Cooper let out a puff of
air each time Cantori buried his cock completely within his tight
quivering hole.  Perspiration developed and ran in rivulets, drops
falling from Cantori's face to Cooper's butt and legs.  Cantori pumped
faster.  Cooper jerked harder.  The flesh met flesh in sinewy rhythm.
The bed jerked loudly, the head board beating a steady thud against the
plaster wall.  Cooper shook with the vibration, his own head knocking
against the head board a few times.  The CNN anchor bit his lip.  Cantori
gritted his teeth.  Both were close.
	Anderson Cooper's rectum muscles were warm under the massage of
Cantori's cock.  Cooper was so close.  He was going to shoot.  Cooper
winced as a convulsion racked his muscular form.   He opened his mouth
and extended his tongue just as his piss slit was forced open and ropes
of cum sprayed from the red bulbous head landing in splats across his
lips and tongue.
	"Shoot it bitch!"  Cantori growled as he ground deeper within Cooper's
clenched butt.  "Shoot it!"  He panted.  "I'm....I'm gonna j...join you
bitchhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"  Cantori hissed as his thick cock let lose and
pumped the CNN anchor's slick hole full of his thick sticky load.
"Yeahhhhhhh," Cantori's fingers pinched and roughly dug into the flesh at
Cooper's waist as he unloaded up the milking slut hole.  Cantori leaned
forward as he unloaded, pushing the head of Cooper's cock head against
Cooper's tongue and between his two lips.  Cooper clamped around his own
cock and slurped the rivulets of cum until the last drop.  Cantori pumped
and pumped; the meteorologist's jizz squirting from Cooper's ass lips and
drenching clenched butt cheeks and mattress.  Cantori was gasping, his
chest heaving while Cooper let his cock head flop from between his lips.
	"Pretty good fuck," Cooper gasped appreciatively.
	"Not bad yourself," Cantori said between deep breaths.  "I guess there
isn't any need to call down to the desk and complain about being double
booked."
	Cooper chuckled.  "I guess not stud."

to be continued......