Date: Thu, 5 Oct 2000 22:21:17 EDT
From: RockLink00@aol.com
Subject: Big Boy Blaine Wilson 3 (celebrity)

"Big Boy Blaine Wilson 3"
Starring:  Blaine Wilson, "Brian Smith"

    Note:  I do not know Blaine Wilson.  He may or may not be gay.  This is
highly unlikely, considering he is engaged.  Remember, this story is complete
fiction: it is not real!  Also, I know the Olympics have ended, but just
pretend that they are going on right now!  Send your comments to
RockLink00@aol.com.


    Previously >>|  Blaine invited Brian to go to Sydney with him, and so
they both went.  Blaine competed in his first night of the men's team finals,
and didn't do so well.  He was optimistic that he would do better the next
night.  In between then, Brian and Blaine went for a walk on the beach and
had some other "fun."  Blaine competed in the final night of the men's team
finals...they didn't win a medal.  Blaine comes back to the village crying
harshly.  Brian wakes up and rushes out to help Blaine, and holds him until
he falls asleep.


    Blaine thrashed around in the bed, having a nightmare about something
that actually had come true that night:  he had lost any chance of a medal
for the team competition.  He continued thrashing and talking to himself in
his sleep.  Brian awoke from all the noises and movement.  He shook Blaine
lightly.

    "Blaine, Blaine wake up," he whispered.

    Blaine quickly jerked himself awake and leaped up off the bed.

    "Where am I?!" Blaine asked apprehensively.
    "Blaine, it's alright, you're here in Sydney with me."
    "Syd---," Blaine trailed off.  The emotion of that word made Blaine begin
to cry all over again.
    "Blaine, come on, don't cry again, please," Brian pleaded.
    "I...I can't...hel---help it," he stammered.

    Brian immediately hugged onto Blaine trying to calm him down.  Blaine
laid against Brian's shoulder and continued to cry.  Brian could tell Blaine
was calming down slightly and could tell he would probably fall asleep again
any minute, so he lifted Blaine into his arms and put him back into the bed.
Brian soon followed, and both men were asleep again.

    That same routine was repeated about five more times that night.  When
Brian woke up that morning he looked over to Blaine, streak marks from tears
covering his face.  Brian couldn't do that much to comfort him, other than
just hold him and hope that Blaine could get over the loss soon.  Brian kept
repeating to Blaine that this was not it, that he could still win medals in
other gymnastics events, but it was no use.  Blaine seemed encouraged by
those comments for a short while, and then he fell back into his depression
once again.

    Brian was crying lightly, not making any noise but tears were coming down
his face.  He wanted so badly to help get Blaine through this ordeal, but
couldn't think of anything else that he could do.  Brian didn't realize it,
but Blaine had woken up and saw Brian crying.

    "Bri...Bri, what's wrong?" Blaine whispered sadly.  Brian was startled by
hearing Blaine's voice, and he turned to face him immediately.

    "Nothing, Blaine.  It's just that I... well, I..can't think of anything
to do to help you and it's scaring me..."
    "Don't worry, babe, I'll be alright.  I've been thinking about what you
said about this not being the end.  I know you're right.  You helped me the
only way you could.  Thanks so much.... I love you, Brian."

    Of course, Brian was amazed at Blaine's seemingly sudden transformation
from depression to optimism.  "I love you, too," Brian finally replied.

    The two men kissed and then just held each other tightly.  Neither one of
them spoke for at least half an hour...they just stayed in the bed, wrapped
in each other's arms.  It wasn't until the phone rang that Blaine got out of
Brian's embrace.

    "Hello?" Blaine asked.
    "Hi, Mr. Wilson.  This is James Robinson, Olympic schedule coordinator.
I was just calling you to make sure you know about your individual all-around
finals...they are taking place tomorrow night."
    "Yeah, I know.  Thanks for the reminder, Mr. Robinson."
    "You're welcome, goodbye."
    "Bye," Blaine clicked the phone to the receiver.
    "Who was that?" Brian inquired.
    "Some Olympic coordinator reminding me of the all-around competition
tomorrow night," Blaine whispered sadly.  A tear fell down his cheek.
    "Blaine, remember what I said....Come on, baby..you'll be alright."
    "Will you just hold me, Brian, please?"
    "Of course, Blaine!  You don't even have to ask," Brian said.

    So, Brian again hugged onto Blaine as he cried on Brian's shoulder.
Brian just held onto him tightly and tried to keep him as calm as possible.
Soon, someone knocked on the front door.  Blaine was still crying lightly and
so Brian got up to get the door.

    "I'll be right back," Brian whispered.

    Brian opened the door to a woman in an Olympic uniform.  "Hi, is Blaine
here?" she asked.

    Brian lied.  "No, I'm sorry but he's training right now.  Can I take a
message?"
    "Yeah, just tell him that he has practice tomorrow from 5AM until
competition, and he has a small practice today from 3PM to 6:30PM."
    "Thanks, I'll give him the message," Brian replied.

    Brian went to the kitchen and wrote down the times on a pad of paper,
then returned to the bedroom.  Blaine was sprawled on the bed, tears still
covering his face, but he had fallen asleep again.  So, Brian decided to go
into the living room and watch TV.  They didn't have local channels, but they
did have the premium channels.  So, Brian tuned in to some movie, and after
watching for about an hour or so, he heard Blaine cry out,

    "Brian!  Brian where are you?  Brian please!"
    "What is it, Blaine?  What's wrong?" Brian asked.
    "It's just... I..well, I woke up and you weren't here.."
    "I'm sorry, I was just watching TV because I wanted to let you sleep for
a little while.  You have to go to practice today at 3.  It's only 9 now, so
you still have plenty of time."

    Blaine groaned about having to go to practice.  "Will you lay down with
me, Brian?"
    "Of course," Brian replied, getting back into the bed and then holding
onto Blaine.  Once again, Blaine fell asleep.  Brian realized all the stress
he was under was draining him of the little energy that he had.

    The two slept until about 1:30 in the afternoon.  Blaine woke up and
looked over to Brian, who was still sleeping.  Blaine got up and went to the
kitchen...He was starving and got some cereal...after all, he hadn't left the
bedroom all day.  Soon after he started on his second bowl, Brian walked in
and sat down.

    "How are you feeling?" Brian asked.
    "A little better, thanks for staying with me."
    "No problem.  I was glad to help.  I love you," Brian replied.
    "I love you too, Brian."

    The two talked for the remainder of the hour.  Blaine then had to get
ready for the meet, and so the two took a nice, long shower together.  About
an hour later, Blaine was all ready to go.  Brian had given him a long "pep
talk" of sorts to cheer him up, and it seemed to have helped immensely.
Blaine was in good spirits again, ready for the all-around competition.

    So, Blaine kissed Brian, hugged him, thanked him for all he had done, and
told him that he'd be back around 7 or so.  Blaine went to practice, working
on his pommel horse, floor exercise, p-bars, etc... repeatedly, trying to
master each of his routine's for tomorrow's all-around.  He returned home
even happier, wanting to get home to Brian so that he could see just how much
Blaine had cheered up.

    Blaine entered the room and saw a shirtless Brian on the couch in front
of the television, sound asleep.  All of his inspirational cheering-up
routines had drained him more than it had Blaine.  Blaine smiled at his lover
and picked him up, putting him onto the bed.  He kissed Brian's forehead and
covered him with a blanket.  Brian moved slightly and moaned.  Just as Blaine
was leaving the room, Brian spoke.

    "Blaine?" Brian whispered with a yawn.
    "Yeah, baby?"
    "Did you just get back?"
    "Yeah," he replied.
    "How was practice?" he yawned out again.
    "It was good.  I'm feeling much better thanks to you," Blaine replied,
coming back into the room and sitting on the bed.
    "Mmm," Brian moaned, falling asleep again.

    Blaine smiled and kissed Brian again, lying next to him and holding onto
him.  "I love you," Blaine said.
    "Mmm-hmm," Brian barely spoke out.

    About half an hour later, Brian woke up from his slumber.

    "Blaine?" Brian called out.
    "In here," he heard from the living room.

    Brian walked out into the living room and sat on the couch next to
Blaine, who was watching a movie.  They kissed a couple of times and Brian
hugged onto Blaine, lying his head on Blaine's shoulder.

    "So, what do you wanna do tonight?" Brian asked.
    "Mmm," Blaine moaned.  "I can think of a few things..."
    "I mean for dinner you horn-dog," Brian replied, laughing.
    "Oh.  Well, I don't know, go to a restaurant maybe?"
    "Sounds good to me.  Let's get ready to go then."

    The two went into the bedroom, grabbed some semi-formal clothes and then
got into the shower together.  Blaine was all over Brian almost immediately.
He grabbed onto Brian's waist and pulled him into a hug, then kissed him
passionately.  He moved his tongue out of Brian's mouth and trailed down
toward Brian's stomach.  He was just about to inhale Brian's semi-hard dick
when Brian picked Blaine up.

    "Not now....Wait until after dinner!" Brian exclaimed.
    "Oh, alright," Blaine replied, quite disappointed.

    They washed themselves off and got out of the shower, dressed themselves,
and then got into the rental car to head into Sydney, searching for a good
restaurant.  They found a sort of bar and grill right on the beach and
decided to go there.

    They both ate their dinners and then decided to go for another walk on
the beach.  It was pretty isolated at that time of night, and it was very
dark:  the moon was covered with a light curtain of clouds.  The ocean waves
fell over the sands on the beach making a light, soothing sound.  It was
quite warm outside, about 85 degrees, and the water was very warm as well.
Perfect for swimming, or another close alternative :).

    Brian and Blaine walked along the beach, letting the waves lap over their
bare feet and legs.  Blaine turned to Brian and kissed him lightly, running
his hands over Brian's clothed back.

    "You know," Blaine said seductively, "this is a perfect night for a
little skinny dipping..."
    "Mmmhmm," Brian replied, causing Blaine to smile brightly.

    They both took off their shirts, followed by their shorts and boxers, and
threw them into a pile above the water line.  Blaine entered the water first
and dove under.  Brian looked around for a few seconds and then felt two
hands on his legs.  Soon, he was thrown underwater by Blaine.  He emerged
from it to see Blaine standing up, laughing lightly.  Brian swam up to him
and grabbed him into a hug, making like he was going to dunk him, but instead
french kissed him.

    "I take it you wanna get down to business?" Blaine laughed.
    "Damn right," Brian replied, kissing Blaine once again.

    Blaine moaned lightly as he wrapped his legs around Brian's back, hugging
him tightly while kissing his neck.  Brian moaned quietly and ran his fingers
through Blaine's short hair.  Blaine soon moved up and kissed Brian on the
lips as Brian slid on the ocean floor and fell into the water.

    "OK, why don't we go up to the beach, I can barely stand!" Brian
complained.
    "OK, we'll go to the shallow area of the beach, because if we get
completely out of the water it'll be too cold," Blaine argued.
    "Sounds good to me!"

    The two went up to the shallow end, in about a foot or so of warm water,
and sat down.  Brian got on top of Blaine and they kissed once again.  They
both moaned lightly as their rock hard cocks rubbed against each other.
Brian moved down to Blaine's throbbing penis and took it into his mouth.  He
flicked the head with his tongue, causing Blaine to moan loudly.  The waves
drowned out his moans.  Then, Brian took the entire rod into his mouth until
his top lip was brushing against Blaine's brown pubes.  He got Blaine's dick
all lathered up with his spit and then took it out of his mouth.

    "Blaine, will you make love to me?"
    "Are you sure you're ready?" Blaine asked.
    "I'm sure...just go as slow as you can."
    "All right.  But tell me to stop if you are hurting, OK?
    "OK, I will."

    So, Blaine got out from under Brian and put Brian on his back, lifting
his legs over Blaine's shoulders.  Blaine slowly inserted his throbbing cock
into the hole, the head only.  Brian shuddered in pain as a single tear
rolled down his cheek.  After a few minutes, Blaine entered about another
inch, and another, until he was all the way in.  When the pain had subsided,
Blaine pushed all the way out, leaving only his head in.  Then, he slowly
pushed his way back in, and then out, and began to get a slow rhythm going.
Both men moaned quietly, totally drowned out by the ocean.

    Soon, Blaine was going as fast as he could, a light slapping sound being
heard as Blaine's balls made contact with Brian.  Both men stared lovingly
into each other's eyes the entire time.  Every now and then, Blaine would
slow up a little bit and go down to kiss Brian and hold him.  Then, he'd get
back up and pick up as much speed as he could, keeping his eyes on Brian to
make sure that he wasn't in any pain.

    After Blaine had been at it for at least 20 minutes or so, his breathing
became ragged.  Brian could feel Blaine's balls as they moved further up
toward his body, knowing so because the slapping noises got a little quieter.
 Blaine moaned loudly and slowed down slightly.  Brian knew he was close too,
and moaned as well.

    Brian was the first to cum.  He felt the white stuff slither through his
long shaft and then squirt out of his dick, coming all the way up to his
chest.  Blaine picked up a little more speed as he increased his breathing
and his grunting.

    "Ungh!  Yeah, yeah Bri...I'm gonna cum... here it comes....," Blaine
moaned as he came.  Several spurts of thick, white ropey strands shot out of
Blaine's cock as he moaned loudly.  He removed his cock from Brian and then
just got on top of him, kissing his passionately as his orgasm subsided into
oblivion.  The two men lay there for a short while, gaining their breath and
just loving every moment of being together.  Soon, they got up, dried off,
put on their clothes, and headed back to the village for a long, restful, and
very needed sleep.

~To be continued.  Please send comments to RockLink00@aol.com.

T.J.