Date: Sun, 22 Nov 1998 01:12:44 EST
From: Dudesurfer@aol.com
Subject: Brendan-Brad

This story is fiction and is not ment to imply anything about
the true sexuality of Brendan Fraser and Brad Pitt.

Celebrity;'brendan-brad' (dudesurfer) (m/m) (1!1)

	"Cut!"

	The cast and crew broke up as the director issued his order.  It
was the last day of filming George of the Jungle; the movie could now
be edited and in theaters in a few months.

	Brendan Fraser lept down from the vine he had been swinging on.	
Unfortunately, he didn't have time to hang out with the crew as usual. Today
he was in a hurry.  The studio had scheduled him for a charity ball in New
York in just a few hours.  He would have to go straight to the airport, catch
a flight, and would have just enough time to clean up at his hotel.

	He scanned the lot for Charlie, his manager.  Charlie was a little
abset-minded at times, but Brendan like him so much he kept him around despite
the occassional mistake.  He spotted Charlie running toward him.

	"C'mon, kid." Charlie huffed as he led Brendan by the arm, "You've got
no time to waste.  The limo's waiting to take you to the airport now!"

	"Huh?" Brendan said, a bit dazed by being dragged by his manager.
"I mean, don't I get to change?"  Brendan was wearing just his loin cloth and
nothing else.

	"No time, but don't worry.  I stashed a bag with a change of clothes
in the limo.  You can change on the way to the airport...if you're not too
shy that is."

	"Meaning?"

	"Brad Pitt is riding along.  He was in a meeting with some of the
producers and someone told him about the benefit.  He's gotta go to New York
anyway, so he agreed to make an appearance.  The studio told him he could ride
along with you.  Now in ya go."

	They had reached the limo.  Charlie swung open the rear door,
practically shoved Brendan in, and then hollered up to the driver.  The limo
pulled away from the movie lot.

	After being virtually thrown inside, Brendan found he had landed on
something warm and soft...or rather, **someone* warm and soft.  He had fallen
right into the lap of Brad Pitt.

	"Whoa. Uh...sorry about that man." Brenda stammered, feeling more than
a little embarrassed.

	"Don't sweat it" Brad said.  He was wearing a white button-up shirt,
long sleeves rolled up and the first two buttons undone.  He wore rather tight
fitting Khaki pants and dark socks and shoes.  His hair, golden blond, was as
neat and perfect as his friendly smile.

	Brendan had never met Brad before, so they shook hands and greeted
each other.  After composing himself, Brendan realized that, while Brad was
fully clothed, he was still wearing his little brown loin cloth and that was it.
He began to search around the inside of the limo.

	"Something wrong?" Brad asked him.

	"Yeah.  Have you seen a duffle bag in here?"

	"Nope." Brad replied.

	"Shit!" Brendan thought to himself.  Leave it to Charlie to make his
one mistake of the week today.  He must have forgotten the stash the bag in
here for him.  Now the limo was stuck in late afternoon traffic and there was
no way it could turn around.  What a pain in the ass.

	Brendan, now somewhere between anger and embarassment, blushed a bit
and sat down next to Brad.  It felt awkward, being virtually naked and just
inches away from one of the most hansome men he'd ever seen.  Running around
with a small flap covering his crotch and ass in front of a group of people was kind
of fun.  It was no big deal.  He had worked hard to get his body in great
shape for the movie, and didn't mind showing it off.  But being alone, face
to face with someone in a cramped space, was a little weird.  It didn't
happen very often, but Brendan Fraser was starting to feel a bit self-concious.

	Brendan explained his situation to Brad.  What was Brendan going to
do, he thought, besides kill Charlie when he got back.

	Brad smiled, and told him not to worry.  He then picked up the limo's
car phone dailed one of his assistants, who just happened to live near the
airport.  What a lifesaver, Brendan thought.  He gave Brad his shirt and pant
sizes, which Brad relayed to the assistant.  Brad then hung up the phone.

	"Well," said Brad with a smile, "It's about fourty-five minutes until
we arrive at LAX, so Diane will have plenty of time to grab you some clothes
from the mall and meet us when we arrive."

	Brendan let out a sigh of releif.  His mind had begun reeling at the
thought of sitting for hours in first class while barefoot and shirtless.  Now, at
least, he could rest easy knowing some clothes would be waiting for him.

	The both sat back and began to talk.  They traded stories of life in
Hollywood, talking about the people and places they either hated or loved.
Brendan was pleasantly surprised to find out how much he had in common with
Brad, and how easy he was to get along with.  After about fourty minutes, they
seemed totally at ease with each other.  That's when the subject turned to
sex.

	"I can't wait to get to New York." said Brad, "My girlfriend, Gwen
Paltrow, is meeting me at the charity ball.  And once that's over, trust me,
we are going to definitely going make up for some lost time.  You wouldn't
believe what a hot lay she is."

	"I can imagine." was all Brendan could reply, not really knowing how to
respond.  Of course, he thought Gwendlyn was hot. A total babe.  But he sure
didn't want to say that with her boyfriend sitting right next to him.

	"I just hope I can hold out until we make it back to my apartment on
Park Ave.  I've had a lot of girls, but I tell you, she's got the tightest
little pussy by far.  I can't wait till I can stick my fingers and tounge down
there.  It'll drive her wild."

	"Wow." thought Brendan out loud.  He was glad Brad felt comfortalbe
enough to talk to him about it, but a part of him wished he wouldn't.  After
all, Brendan hadn't had a girlfriend for a few months now, and filming
George of the Jungle from dawn to dusk everyday didn't exactly help.  The past
few weeks he hadn't had the time or energy to even beat off, let alone meet
someone.  He was contantly horny, and hearing Brad talk like this was starting
to make his cock twitch.

	"Man, she got the perkiest breasts, too" Brad continued, almost as if
he were talking to himself. "With nipples you could suck on for days.  I love
doing that while I tease her pussy with my fingers.  You have know idea how
fucking hard that gets me."

	Actually, Brendan was starting to get a pretty good idea.  He was
desperately trying not to, but his cock was starting to slowly but surely fill
out and lenghten.  This would be embarrassing enough, Brendan thought, in any
normal setting.  But sitting there with just a soft leather loin cloth, he
quietly started to panic.

	"I remember this one time," Brad kept going, seeminly oblivious to
Brendan's situation "We were on a yacht all by ourselves in Florida.  I just
pulled down here bikini bottom and started pumping her from behind, right
on the sundeck.  I just slowly sank my cock inside of her and all she could
do was squirm from the pleasure.  It felt so good inside of her."

	"Uh-oh." Brendan thought to himself.  He really didn't know what to
do now.  His prick was now rapidly starting to get stiff, and he couldn't do
a thing about it.  He tried thinking about the Dodgers, but it was too late.
His horny rod was just seconds away from being fully erect, and he didn't think
his little loin cloth was going to being able to keep it all in.

	Brad was looking straigt at Brendan now, still talking about his sex
life with his girlfriend.  Brendan politely half-smiled, trying to look as
though everthing was cool.  He squirmed just a little bit...and then it
happened.  The head of his dick forced it's way past his waistband and popped
out from his loin cloth.  Shit!  And it was still growing.  What the hell was
he going to do.

	"Whoa," Brad smirked as he looked down into Brendan's crotch.  By this
time, about half of Brendan's cock was pointing out of the waist band. "I didn't
know George of the Jungle carried **that* kind of a spear."

	"Well, I, uh....you see, it's like...it's like..." Brandon stuttered,
unable to hide his hard-on and feeling more helpless than ever.

	"I'm impressed." Brad said, his smirk changing into a wide, micheivious
grin.  Without even asking, he reached over and took hold of Brendan's cock,
using his thumb to rub the underside of Brendan's dick head.

	"Oh, man" Brendan moaned.  This was too weird, he thought.  He wanted
to pull away, he really did.  But having neglected his cock for so long, he
just couldn't.  Brad's warm hand felt great on his shaft, which was now harder
than ever.

	"Do you like this?" as Brad seductively.

	"Dude," Brendan moaned, unable to do anything but give in the the
senations taking over him. "I...I can't believe you're making my dick feel this
good."

	"If you think this feels good, how about this..." And with that, Brad
leaned over and took the head of Brendan's dick into his mouth.  With his
hands, he hooked his fingers over the waist band of Brendan's loin cloth and
pulled them down to his ankles.  With Brendan's cock and balls now fully
exposed, Brad opened his mouth wider and swallowed over half of the shaft.

	Brendan shuddered.  He'd always knew he had a big cock, ten full
inches in fact.  It usually freaked out most girls, but here was Brad Pitt,
**the* Brad Pitt, taking his cock down about two inches more than any girl ever
had.  His boner throbbed like never had before.  Brendan was starting to get
the feeling that Brad had done this before.

	Brad took his mouth off of Brendan's rock hard cock and moved down
to the other actor's huge, amazingly low hanging balls.  He licked and kissed
each one as he began to unbutton his own shirt, exposing his hairless chest.
It wasn't as tan as Brendan's, but it was just as muscular.

	Thank God these windows are tinted, Brendan thought.  He looked over at
the man in the car in the next lane.  What would that old fart do if he know
that two of the hunkiest, most sought after studs in Hollywood were having
sex right in the next lane?

In moments, Brad had his shirt off and was kneeling down in front of Brendan.
He had switched back to bobing his head up and down on Brendan's trobbing dick.
Brendan couldn't help but put his hands on Brad's head and run his fingers
through Brad's soft blonde hair.

	About that time, he felt something warm and soft, yet stiff, against
his bare foot.  It was Brad's cock!  He had undone his pants and now his
boner was just resting on Brendan's foot.  This was too much to handle!

	While still slurping on Brendan's huge rod, Brad used one hand to play
with Brendan's nipple and the other to play with his hairy, warm balls.  After
only a few minutes, Brendan couldn't stay still.  He kept involuntarily bucking
his tight ass off the seat, trying to get more of his cock down Brad's amazing
throut.  He was beathing heavily, and couldn't help but move his head side
to side from the passion.

	"I gotta...I gotta..." was all Brendan was able to get out before his
rock hard dick started spewing.  Brad immediately sensed this and took his
mouth off right at the last possible moment.  Brendan's first load of cum shot
up three feet in the air, then fell back down with a splat on his abs.  He
could do nothing but moan uncontrollably as the next four shots did the same.

	As he was cuming, Brendan felt Brad's cock flex on top of his foot.
Then he felt warm liquid all over; Brad had cum without even touching his cock!
It didn't shoot like Brendan's did, it just oozed and oozed until Brendan's
foot and toes were just covered in white jizz.

	At that moment, the limo pulled to a stop at the airport terminal.
Brendan was slumped back in his seat, trying to catch his breath.  His cock was
half hard and wet from Brad's mouth. While still in a daze from the intensity of
his orgasam, he watched Brad get dressed quickly, then open a cabinet on the
far side of the limo.  Brad reached his arm deep inside, then pulled out a blue
back pack.

	"Here you go." he said, tossing the bag to Brendan, who had a completely
confused look on his face.  "I hid the bag before you got here.  I just couldn't
pass up the chance of being with you while you were practically naked."

	Brendan's brain, still a bit out of it from his encounter, finally put
it all together.  Brad had planned to put the moves on him since the moment they
left the studio.  Brendan didn't think of himself as gay, he had never even
considered sex with a man before now.  Still, he thought, there wasn't a girl he
had met yet who made him shot his wad the way Brad just did.  And if you going
to be doing it with a guy, the t