Date: Fri, 1 Nov 2013 02:49:24 +1100
From: Andy Darko <niftyandydarko@gmail.com>
Subject: Channing's Visit Pt. 10

This story will contain sexual acts between two adult males. I am not, nor
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Channing's Visit - Chapter 10
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The Big 10!!! Things are getting serious! I hope you guys enjoy!

Thanks to Loner73, Joebert, Daniel, Anthony, Romario, RJ, Jeff, Eric, Jay
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	"You sure you have everything?"

	"For the third time, Meagan, yes."

	"Hey, last time you left clothes, shampoo, your phone charger -,"

	"I was also nursing a blinding hangover courtesy of my loving,
borderline alcoholic sister."

	Channing slid up next to me, placing a hand on my waist. "I went
behind him and made sure. He's got everything."

	Meagan looked at him for a second before relenting. "If you say
so." She then threw her arms out and pulled Channing in for a hug. "It was
amazing meeting you. Take care of my little brother for me."

	"Three. Minutes," I said through gritted teeth.

	"Of course I will," Channing replied, ignoring my retort. "And,
thanks for having us. We had a great time." Joey was next, jovially lifting
my sister off of her feet for a crushing hug. She laughed brightly as he
set her down. "So, e-mail me, call me, text me, whatever," he said. "Let me
know when you're in town and Chan and I and maybe even Zooey or Anne can
join us."

	She looked over his shoulder at me. "Look at me rubbing elbows with
Hollywood."

	As usual, I rolled my eyes.

	They both gave Meagan one more hug goodbye before climbing into the
car, leaving me alone with my twin. She planted her hands on her hips and
looked at me sideways. "So..."

	I mirrored the move. "So what?"

	"So, I don't need to tell you how much I like him... and
you. Together, that is."

	"I don't mind hearing it again."

	She smirked as we met for a hug. "I love you, Reagan."

	"I love you, too, Meagan."

	"Don't make it another two months before you visit again, okay?"

	I shrugged as I climbed into the passenger seat. "Who knows? Maybe
I'll be off... how did you put it? Rubbing elbows with Hollywood." She
shoved the door shut, playfully banging my elbow. As I started the car and
rolled down the window, she leaned in. "Real quick... have you..." She
paused. "Have you talked to James lately?"

	My smile dropped. "Why would you bring that up?"

	"Well... it's kind of a similar situation to you and Channing," she
said, the look on her face reading how much she regretted broaching the
subject. I felt Channing's eyes on us, so I lowered my voice. "That was
absolutely nothing like Channing and I. And, no, I haven't talked to him
and I don't plan on it. Okay?"

	She held up her hands. "Just thought I'd ask. No need to get all
pissy."

	"You know better."

	"Oh, shut up and get off my property."

	I took the dismissal as a return to our normal catty ways and waved
as I began out of the drive. We weren't a mile away from the house before
Channing leaned over. "So, who is James?"

	I gave him a death stare. "No."

	He laughed at my look before rubbing my leg and giving me a winning
grin. "Come on, babe. Who is he? An ex-boyfriend?"

	"Channing Matthew Tatum, I swear if you don't drop the subject, you
and Joey will be boarding the same flight."

	As Joey chuckled in the backseat, Channing gave me a perplexed
look. "I never told you my middle name." It was my turn to show of the
gloating face. "That's one benefit of dating a celebrity. I can go online
and find out pretty much whatever I want. Like... if a certain someone was
in a Ricky Martin music video."

	"Oh, fuck you."

	Joey was in hysterics as Channing pouted and I reveled in my
victory. We soon settled into a traveling silence. Joey popped in his
headphones and began air drumming. After a few sideways glances, Channing
relented and tangled his fingers in mine. I kissed his hand for good
measure, bringing a small smirk to his lips.

	Before long, we were approaching the Denver airport. Both Joey and
Channing had magically procured sunglasses and baseball caps, hiding their
identities somewhat. "So, out of curiosity, how DO you guys get through the
airport?" I asked as we made our way to Joey's airline drop-off.

	"It's pretty easy, actually," Joey replied. "There are always
private security screening rooms. From there, I usually just wait in a
lounge or something until the flight is called and try to get on last."

	"Last?"

	"Yeah. Everyone's already sitting down," he said, hauling his
suitcase up to the backseat. "It's better than getting on first and having
everyone walk past you."

	"Good point."

	Channing and Joey jumped out and embraced, laughing to each other
as I made my way around the car. Thankfully, the airport didn't seem as
busy as it normally was, so there were few people around us. Channing
patted Joey on the back before springing into the car. I approached for my
hug, feeling genuinely sad that he was leaving. When I told him as much, he
sighed. "I am, too, buddy. But, hey, if Chan ever drags you out to L.A.,
you've got a friend out there."

	"Yeah, we will see about that move."

	He looked over my shoulder to the car, then back to me. "He doesn't
know, does he? About... y'know."

	It took me a moment to register what he meant. "Oh. Oh! No, no,
no."

	"I didn't think so." He left the topic at that, but hugged me
again. "Hey, do me a favor and start a Twitter. Trust me, it's fun."

	"Yeah, we'll see. I'm not a huge social media person."

	He started towards the building. "You will be when Chan drags you
out west! Watch!"

	I waved him off until I couldn't see him anymore, then jumped in
the driver's seat. I had barely closed the door when Channing took me by
the neck and pressed his lips to mine passionately. His tongue rolled
across mine like a wave across the sand, his hands gripping me insistently
but gently. I was soon out of breath as I sat back. "What was that about?"

	"I finally have you to myself again, that's what," he
growled. "And, I plan on taking advantage of being able to fuck you
whenever and wherever."

	"Yeah, we will see about that," I chuckled, pulling back into
traffic. "I'm your boyfriend, not a pocket pussy." Not to be waylaid,
Channing reached across the seat and grabbed my junk in his hand. The car
may have swerved across a lane as my eyes rolled back. I quickly regained
control and smacked his hand away. "Are you trying to kill us?!" I
screeched.

	His hand returned, this time accompanied by his lips on my
neck. "Mm, come on, Reagan," he mumbled into my skin. "It's been so long."

	"It's been two days."

	I grunted as he squeezed my growing bulge. "We'll be home in twenty
minutes." The next word out of his mouth wasn't spoken. It was growled.

	"Now."

	In a flash, my seat belt was gone and Channing had my pants undone
and unzipped. It was all I could do to keep my eyes on the road as he slid
my shorts down to my thighs. By this time, I was hard as a rock and leaking
copiously through my briefs. Channing wasted no time with pleasantries as
he pulled my hard dick out and wrapped his soft lips around the tip. I
gripped the steering wheel in order to keep the car straight, but took a
second to let out a groan. As I pulled onto the highway, I tried to focus
on the road.

	Channing made a show of his road head, glancing up at me as he
dragged his tongue up my shaft slowly. He sucked feverishly on the tip,
then kissed it gently. "Babe, come on," I groaned. "This is dangerous."

	He said nothing, but smiled as he turned his gaze away from me and
took as much of my cock in his mouth as he could. This resulted in my
slamming my foot down on the gas, nearly barreling into the car in front of
us. I managed to brake at the last minute, much to Channing's
amusement. "Having trouble?" he grinned, slowly jerking me off. I glared at
him. "Imagine the headlines if you die with my dick in your mouth."

	He pondered for a moment before shrugging. "There are worse ways to
go."

	"Fuck this."

	I put on the hazard lights and pulled off onto the shoulder. Within
seconds, my seat was back, my shorts were down at my ankles and Channing
was sucking the energy out of my body. I held onto his head with a strength
I didn't know I had, guiding him as he bobbed up and down. His hands roamed
over my chest, my stomach, my thighs, anywhere he could make contact. The
plethora of physical contact sent goosebumps over my skin. I had gotten so
used to having sex with Channing on a daily basis that I wasn't aware how
dependent I had become. After two days without it, I was already about to
pop. Channing, ever attuned to my body, suddenly stopped.

	"Wha-,"

	"Get in the backseat." My face must have registered hesitation
because Channing pressed his lips to mine, then gave me a sexy wink. "Come
on, beautiful. Let's have a little fun." He lifted his hips into the air
and quickly pulled his jeans and underwear down to his ankles, then, after
a moment's contemplation, over his shoes. Unable to resist, I reached over
for his substantial erection, but he swatted me away. "Backseat. And, lose
the shorts."

	Channing sprung over the seat and lay back casually, as if being
half naked on the side of the highway was a normal thing. I looked from his
smirking face to the throbbing piece sticking straight towards my car
ceiling and lost all resilience. I clumsily detangled my legs from my
garments and threw myself into the back. Channing caught me immediately,
flipped us over and shoved my knees back to my chest. Before I even had a
chance to orient myself, his tongue was in my ass, licking and sucking
furiously.

	"Oh, fuck!"

	I writhed in passion as Channing slathered my hole in his spit,
spurred on by the immodest surroundings we were in. He continued only for a
brief minute before climbing over me, pausing only to kiss me passionately
and take a quick peek out the window. Then, without a word, he pressed his
hard cock into my ass, straight up to the hilt. There was a brief sting of
pain that was quickly replaced by the familiar pleasure of having him
inside of me.

	Considering we were on the side of the highway in the middle of the
day and could be interrupted at any moment, I shouldn't have been surprised
that there was no easing into our fuck. I WAS however surprised at the
force behind it. Channing's lust was all-consuming as he railed me into the
seat hard enough to make the Jeep rock. I had no way to move, either, as
Channing's hands were holding my thighs down as he plowed into me. I had
tangled my own hands in the seatbelt and buried my face in my shoulder,
moaning loudly.

	"I knew you wanted to get fucked," Channing grunted, leaning over
me. When I turned to face him, his face reminded me of the first time we
had sex on the couch. He was gearing up for a raunchy, foul-mouthed bang
and I was all for it. "As soon as Joey got out of the car, I knew I was
gonna be in you all day."

	"You couldn't wait, eh?" I shot back, returning his grin. "Thinking
of my ass made your dick hard?"

	"Oh, fuck yeah."

	"It made you wanna fuck me?" He nodded, biting his lower lip
sensually. I reached up and yanked him down by his hair, his face only an
inch from mine. "Then FUCK ME."

	Channing's eyes lit up with an unmistakable male libido. He stared
into me challengingly before planting his hands on the seat by my head,
rearing back and slamming into me so hard that my head hit the door. The
air was knocked out of me, the only sound escaping a slight whimper that
didn't go unheard by Channing. "Is that what you mean, huh? Is that how you
want it?"

	When I couldn't unscramble my brain enough to respond, he did it
again. This time, I managed to let out a rumbling moan. "Again..."

	"You don't have to ask me twice."

	And, the fuck of my life began in earnest. Channing laid into me
with absolutely no mercy. His thrusts drove his dick deep into me. So deep,
in fact, that I felt like his cock was in my throat. The sound of his hips
crashing into mine was deafening, his balls slapping the top of my ass. I
was a tangle of moans, squeaks and outright shouts as Channing had his way
with me.

	The temperature in the car rose exponentially as he ravaged my ass
and, within minutes, we were both sweating profusely. I took a moment to
wipe the sweat from Channing's brow, causing him to pause. He leaned in for
what I thought would be a romantic kiss, but stopped short. "Don't get all
cute on me. I'm going to fuck you so hard you won't be able to walk."

	I had no chance to respond as the plowing began again. Not one to
be outdone, I moved my hand from Channing's brow to his hair and pulled
back until his throat was exposed. I leaned forward and began to bite and
suck on his neck, making him groan. The intensity of the moment was
palpable, the passion undeniable. I was in high heaven, having never had
such rough and animalistic sex. Channing was in the throes of passion
himself, his eyes closed, panting heavily.

	The force of this thrusts were jarring, my head clashing against
the door forcefully. I was sliding further and further up the seat until I
was basically curled up with my back against the door. I managed to lower
my legs and wrap them around Channing's plunging hips. He repositioned his
arms, one on the door behind me and one on the driver's seat before
resuming his piledriving. I was a sweaty, gibbering mess under his touch,
completely unable to form a coherent thought.

	And, I loved it.

	I slid my hands under Channing's shirt, feeling his abs bunch and
tighten as he slid in and out of me. HIs skin, as always, was slightly
flushed, giving him a rosy blush. His tongue ran across his lips
slowly. Above me, I felt him shudder slightly. His eyes opened and locked
onto mine. "I'm getting close, babe," he groaned. "You almost there?"

	I nodded, feeling the familiar quivering in my legs. A smile spread
across his face before he kissed me. This kiss was both rough and romantic,
tender yet animalistic. I could feel myself approaching an amazing
orgasm. However, Channing beat me to it. He pressed his forehead to mine,
his face scrunched and mouth agape. He thrust himself forward a final time
and released a stuttering moan as his dick twitched inside of me, shooting
his massive load into my hole. He pulled me into a trembling kiss with one
hand, breathing heavily.

	After a brief rest, he looked down at my hard dick then back up at
me. "You didn't cum? You always cum before me."

	"I'm close," I replied, lingering in the sensation of Channing's
orgasm. My legs were still quivering and I could feel a sore, yet wonderful
throb in my ass. "Just keep fucking me. I'm right there."

	"I'll do better."

	Channing pulled out of me, evoking a disappointed whine from my
throat, then quickly leaned over and took my leaking cock in his mouth. I
gasped loudly and gripped his head. The feeling of his skilled tongue and
lips manipulating my piece didn't take long to push me over the edge. My
legs tightened, my back arched and I threw my head back... into the
window. But, I barely felt the collision as I exploded into Channing's
waiting mouth. Shot after shot flowed out of me until my load escaped his
mouth and ran down both his chin and my shaft.

	Once I relaxed, Channing sat up, my cum glistening in his facial
hair. Without saying a word, he leaned over me and kissed me gently. "I
didn't hurt you, did I?" he asked quietly, almost worriedly. Coming off of
my orgasmic high, I was slightly aware of the pain in my backside. But, I
simply smiled at him and stroked his cheek. "I'll survive." Channing kissed
me once more before sitting up and looking out of the windows. "Come
on. Let's get home before someone thinks we're stranded."

	"You drive," I grunted. "My legs don't work."

	He snickered, then maneuvered into the driver's seat and retrieved
his pants. After a moment, he tossed my shorts back and turned to say
something, but stopped. "Babe, put your pants on."

	"I am. Hold on."

	"Now."

	"Why?"

	Then, I heard the police siren. I propped myself up on my elbows to
see a patrol car edge up behind us. Being approached by a police officer is
no big deal on a day to day circumstance. But, considering I was half naked
on the side of the road...

	I lay back and kicked one leg into my shorts. My other, however,
got tangled on my shoe and I began furiously thrashing to get it in. "He's
out of the car," Channing informed me, tension in his voice. I hadn't even
considered how it would look that I was naked in the backseat with a
celebrity in the front. The scandal practically wrote itself. "Come on,
babe. Pants, pants, pants."

	With a cry of frustration, I kicked as hard as I could, which
resulted in the pants detangling and my foot shooting through. I yanked
them up and zipped up the fly just as the trooper's shadow passed over my
window. Channing lowered his window, but not before releasing an audible
sigh of relief.

	"Afternoon, officer."

	"Everything all right here?" he asked. "I saw you were pulled
over. You stranded?"

	"No, sir," Channing replied. "Just switched drivers. He's been
driving since Aspen and didn't get much sleep last night." I assumed the
officer peeked into the back, but I couldn't be sure. At Channing's mention
of sleep, I had closed my eyes and feigned a nap. The officer
chuckled. "All right. I'll let you be on your way... if..."

	I felt a lump in my throat.

	"If you'll do me a huge favor and sign something for my wife? She
is a huge fan of yours, Mr. Tatum." I couldn't even stop myself from
rolling my eyes. Channing chuckled before agreeing enthusiastically. He
signed something, then even offered to take a picture with the
officer. After many `Thanks' and `No problems', the cop left and Channing
drove off. I waited a few minutes before crawling into the passenger seat.

	"No more public sex. Ever."

	Channing's grin was pure Cheshire. "Aw, come on, Reagan. That was
hot and you know it. I've never seen you so turned on."

	"And, getting busted by the police makes me so horny."

	Channing scoffed. "We didn't get busted. I mean... almost. But,
that's the thrill of it! That's what makes it so fucking sexy!" He
emphasized his point by tweaking my nipple which resulted in me whacking
him on the shoulder which resulted in him laughing hysterically. I tried to
remain stoic, but ended up laughing along with him. Weeks ago, I never
would have imagined anything like that happening. Now, it was almost
normal. I felt... good. As if reading my mind, Channing took my hand in his
and squeezed.

	We arrived at the house without further incident and headed in for
a quick shower. I threw some clothes in the laundry as Channing headed into
the kitchen. "Babe, you hungry?" he called.

	"No, not really. But, make yourself something. I'm gonna head out
to the studio."

	He emerged from the kitchen with a bag of chips. "Creative juices
flowing?"

	"Possibly," I grinned. "See you for dinner."

	Channing had actually hit the nail on the head. Something had
stirred in me, something that I hadn't felt in a while. Once inside the
guesthouse, in front of my paintings, it began to flow from me. I saw
everything on every canvas. I knew what I wanted to do, I knew what these
paintings would become. And, with a fervor, I began to paint. It was a blur
in my mind, like I was running on automatic. Shapes took form. Colors
blossomed and blended. Everything came to life. I painted and mixed and
brushed and splashed.

	All too soon, there was a knock at the main door. "What's up,
Channing?"

	He poked his head in cautiously, then walked in, wearing nothing
but a pair of colorful briefs. His eyes were half-lidded and he yawned
widely. "You coming to bed?"

	I pursed my lips. "What? Tired already?"

	"Reagan, it's almost midnight. You've been in here for hours."

	I looked at him, stunned, then searched frantically for my
phone. With my hands covered in paint, I awkwardly used my elbow to press
the home button. Sure enough, it was ten till. "Oh. Wow. I... I must have
been in the zone."

	"Apparently," Channing agreed. "I called you three times for
dinner. Didn't you hear your phone?"

	"Silent. Can't be interrupted," I said sheepishly. "Let me clean up
and I'll be inside in a minute." Channing shot me one more grin before
heading back to the house. I washed my hands, took one more look at my
progress and followed. As I entered the house and headed into the kitchen
for a quick snack, I took stock of my current life. Channing. This new
relationship. This new sex life. The artistic inspiration. And, it all
brought a smile to my face.

	I finished my mini-meal and made my way to my room. Channing was
already curled under the sheets, but opened his eyes as I entered. We said
nothing as I crawled in with him, but I found a surprise waiting for
me. "You sleep naked?!"

	A deep, sleepy chuckle escaped his throat. "I thought we talked
about this."

	"We most certainly did not."

	He shrugged. "Nothing you haven't seen... or sucked... or sat
on..."

	I punched him on the shoulder, then slid out of my own briefs and
snuggled up next to him. Channing pressed his lips to mine lovingly, his
hands holding my waist. In turn, I held onto his large shoulders, wrapping
myself around him. It was a perfect ending to a wonderful weekend. We
continued like this until he yawned mid-kiss. I pecked him on the nose
before rolling over and cuddling into his frame.


	I was pulled out of sleep by a jingling ringing from Channing's
side of the bed. He grunted in his sleep, but the phone continued until it
went silent. I began to sink back into slumber when the ringing started
again. When he didn't respond again, I elbowed him in his
ribs. "Channing. Phone."

	"Hm?"

	"Your phone."

	He sighed and separated from me, snatching the phone off of the
bedside table. HIs response was slow and disoriented. "Hey... hello?" I
could hear frantic chattering on the other end, but couldn't make out what
was being said. "What... WHAT?!" Channing suddenly sat up in the bed and
turned on the lamp. "Right now?! Okay! Okay! Okay! Yeah! Bye!"

	He sprung out of bed and began making laps around the room. "Babe,
come on. Get up. We gotta go." I watched as he jumped into a pair of jeans,
nearly falling into the closet. I was totally confused. "What's going on?"

	"We have to go," he huffed, turning around three times before
grabbing a tee and throwing it over his head. "It's Jenna. She's in labor."

	I felt my heart jump into my throat. Channing must have sensed my
hesitation. "Reagan! Let's go!" I slid out of bed and into my underwear,
still not as awake as I could be. Channing was flying around the room
throwing his clothes into his suitcase and fretting. I pulled a shirt and
shorts on, then sat on the bed waiting for him to pack. He darted past me
four times before stopping. "What... what are you doing?"

	I looked at him like he was crazy. "Waiting for you to pack so I
can take you to the airport."

	"Why aren't YOU packing?"

	"Because... I'm dropping you at the airport?"

	Channing sank down to his knees and took my face in his
hands. "Reagan, you're coming with me." Without even processing, I pushed
his hands away. "What do you mean?"

	"What do you mean what do I mean? You're my boyfriend. I'm not
going to L.A. and just leaving you here. Who knows how long it would be
before I could come back? You're coming with me."

	"I... I can't... but, what-,"

	Channing silenced me with a kiss so passionate that I felt my
apprehensions melt away. The kiss continued until Channing pulled back, our
foreheads still touching. "Baby. Reagan. Please." His voice was so quiet
that I could barely hear him, despite our close contact. "I need you with
me. I know it's only been a few weeks, but... I can't imagine not having
you around. Please. Please come with me."

	The intensity in his voice, the vulnerability, the emotion went
through me like a knife. There was no way I could refuse.

	"Okay. I'll come."
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