Date: Tue, 23 Jan 2007 06:59:40 -1000
From: Julian Travis <juliantrav@hotmail.com>
Subject: Chris and Ace, Part 1  (Celebrity/Gay)

Disclaimer:  This story is purely fictional.  It does not contain any known
facts regarding the sexual orientation of the individuals listed in this
fantasy.  If this type of fantasy offends you, please exit now.  This story
is not meant to harm anyone in any way.  It is just a made-up fiction of one
person's private thoughts.

Chapter One

Hi, I am Chris Daughtry.  Many of you know me from Season Five of the
American Idol.  I am writing this while alone in my hotel room.  Things have
really changed in my life and only a few persons know the real basis of the
change.  So here am I writing these feelings down on a piece of paper while
feeling so lonely in my room.  Even though i greatly miss my wife and
children, there is more to my life now that it has become so complicated.

Let me begin by telling you how I came to this level of confusion.

First, remember Ace Young?  Well, during the season of the contest, I met
Ace for the first time.  For me, growing up in North Carolina, I was two
things for sure.  I was religious, who isn't down around my town?  And, i
was definitely anti-fag, just to be blunt.  I mean, a homo was a person who
was soft, fem, and sissified.  So I thought.  So you can imagine all of my
feelings about gay guys which I soon learned about while on national
television and in the American Idol competitions.

The first time I got an email with a picture of an male athlete who told me
that he was in love with me was a shocker.  A shocker!  Hell, I thought,
he's pulling my chain.  But, later, I began to get other letters from guys
that appeared very masculine like me and some of them with families like I
have.  So I began to think, WOW, THIS MUST BE A JOKE.  Inspite of all the
fan mails and many from young guys and older men who wanted to expand my
horizons, as  one guy said, I just went on my merry way and focused on
practicing, competing, and doing my best for the American Idol Season Five
Competitions.

Back to Ace Young.  When i first met Ace, I must tell you that I immediately
noticed his looks.  As a straight guy, that's not something you usually do
and if you do, you never ever admit it.  But, I did.  He was tall, he had an
appealing smile, and he looked straight at whatever body parts he wanted to.
  That much I noticed.

I am not sure what week it was, but I was gyrating on the stage when I
finally finished and went backstage, Ace came up to me to give me a hug
after the performance.  I had great reviews by the judges and I was feeling
like I was on a high.  My beautiful wife was nearby and I looked for her
smiles of affirmation and pride.  She's my everything, my everything.  But,
she was being complimented by others too so I just walked towards her when
Ace grabbed me and hugged me.  It was not the hug that bothered me, but what
he whispered in the most sensual whisper I have ever heard in my life.  I
actually felt this strange vibe or energy and felt like someone was making
love to me and whispering to me sweet nothings in bed when coming to a
climax.  I thought Ace was purely straight, but there was something about
the way he spoke and what he said.  Ace whispered in a sensual tone, CHRIS,
I LOVE IT WHEN YOU MOVE YOUR BODY LIKE THAT ON STAGE.  YOU MUST REALLY  KNOW
HOW TO WORK IT IN BED.  And then he hugged me and kissed my neck lightly as
I pulled away.  But, when I did, I looked at him straight in his eyes and he
stared right through me.  I felt a strange connection at that moment, but I
never ever felt that way from a guy before and especially one as handsome
and straight-acting as Ace Young.

That night, I made love to my wife wildly. Even she did not know what was
going on with me, even though she knows when I am up emotionally, so are my
body parts (hmmm).  Yet, for the first time in my life, I was actually
thinking about Ace when I finally shot my gushes into my pretty beauty.
Guys, she is my everything.  I am so sad now as I am writing this letter to
"the guys."  Whoever they maybe, maybe no one, but I am sad because my wife
knows that something has changed from inside of me.  She's still my heart,
but my body yearns for variety now and I hate it so badly.

Back to Ace. . .  Ace likes to hug.  From that moment on, he began to make
strange comments to me when he would hug me, building me up with a kind of
curiosity.  I think Ace knew when to 'come on to a guy."  Right after I did
a stunning performance or right after a good competition, he would make his
way to me and hug me and whisper something to me.  Once after he sang a
beautiful song on stage, a love song, can't even remember it now, at least
not tonight while writing this letter, he came up to me, hugged me again and
said, I WAS THINKING ABOUT YOU SINGING IT ALONE, I WAS THINKING ABOUT YOU
SINGING IT WITH ME, I WAS THINKING ABOUT YOU WHILE SINGING IT.  YOU, CHRIS,
YOU!

That comment really planted a curiosity inside of me.  What was happening to
me?  Was I crazy?  Was I imagining?

The night I sang WHAT A WONDERFUL WORLD, something happened.  Sorry, I
cannot again recall the actual week of the competition, but I was on guard
for the next seductive visit from my new friend when I noticed he never came
around.  At first, I pretended to myself that I was relieved, but the truth
of the matter is, I was somewhat curious and disappointed.

Then I saw something that really ticked me off.

Remember Mario Vasquez from Season Four?  Mario was what I will call a gay
guy.  He had a little flamboyance in his walk and his smile was too cute to
be just a hard rock guy looking for a pretty girl to enjoy making out with.
Mario came back stage and seemed to be in a deep conversation with Ace and I
felt a sense of rejection.  Rejection?  What the hell?  Why would a straight
guy feel some kind of rejection when Ace is talking with Mario?  Then I saw
Jared Yates and Eric Yoder (Season Four, Season Three) come up to Ace,
obviously with Mario.  Admittingly, now, I had to admit that all three of
those guys were warm, handsome, and touchy.  I noticed Mario hugged Ace and
let his hands stay on the hips of Ace for an extended period of time.  I was
shocked as I observed it.  Ace did not move away as Mario kept his hands on
the hips of the Ace.  Then Jared Yates came up and hugged him too and Jared
did something else I thought was crazy.  Jared attempted to pinch the
nipples of Ace quickly and then smiled. Ace smiled back and that smile
seemed like a communications signal.  Then handsome Eric Yoder.  Now, I knew
Eric somewhat.  He wrote me on the email too.  He was like me, a kind of
religious guy, so we had a few things in common.  Eric totally ignored me
and he just spoke with Ace.  He smiled right into the eyes of Ace and
suddenly kissed him quickly on the cheek.  I thought, WHAT THE HELL IS GOING
ON?  But, honestly, I was more hurt that Ace seemed to have a friendship
with them that seemed like what he was making me think was special to us.

After stirring around backstage, I decided to go up to Ace and make
conversation.  HEY, ACE, YOU DID GOOD TONIGHT.  Ace looked right at me,
without his warm smile and said, AND?  I was shocked. I anwered, AND WHAT?
WASSUP WITH YOU, MAN?  YOU SOUND UPSET AND COLD?  Ace spoke with some
irritation and said, SO, YOU NOTICED HUH?  WELL, CHRIS, YOU HAVE A LOT TO
LEARN AND I AM NOT PLAYING YOUR HARD TO GET GAMES.  BUZZ OFF!

I was left with eggs all over my face and Ace pranced off from the
backstage.  That night, I went back to the hotel room and my wife was back
in North Carolina and I was alone, all alone.  I hugged my pillow and for
the first time in my life, I cried myself to sleep.  This was too much, I
thought.  A guy like me crying over a comment by a new friend, a guy at
that.

About 2 a.m., I could not sleep so I decided to turn the light on and watch
some television.  I noticed that I was having a hard-on so I decided to look
at the playboy channel. But, no matter how beautiful those girls and women
were iin the movie, I did not find them attractive or part of my fantasy for
the night.  I tried to stroke my manhood and think about those pretty women
in the movies, but I was so hurt and not sure of what.

Then the unsual happened.  My cell went off.  I ran to the end table to
fetch it. And it was Ace.  My heart was beating fast and I did not know
whether to answer it and get hurt again over nothing or ignore it and do
what he said about me, HARD TO GET GAMES.

Well, I decided to answer the cell.

HI, CHRIS, THIS IS ACE.

HI, ACE, THIS IS CHRIS (and I attempted to laugh, like nothing was wrong).

WELL, CHRIS, I DO NOT FIND THAT FUNNY.  I THINK IT IS TIME FOR US TO HAVE A
REAL TALK, GUY TO GUY. I TRIED TO BE YOUR FRIEND AND THE MORE YOU THINK YOU
ARE GOING TO WIN THIS CONTEST, THE MORE YOU PULL AWAY FROM ME.

WAIT, ACE, THAT IS NOT TRUE.  I  AM PULLING AWAY FROM YOU BECAUSE YOU ARE
MAKING ME FEEL UNCOMFORTABLE.

Ace interrupted. . . UNCOMFORTABLE ABOUT WHAT?  WHY IS IT THAT WHEN I TELL
YOU SOMETHING GOOD ABOUT YOU, YOU TIGHTEN UP?  DON'T YOU KNOW THAT I KNOW
THAT YOU GET STIFF ON ME WHEN I AM HUGGING YOU AND TALKING WITH YOU.  ARE
YOU GAY, CHRIS, SO AFRAID OF A STRAIGHT GUY LIKE ME HUGGING YOU?

Ace continued . .  BACK IN NORTH CAROLINA, ARE MEN STILL HUNG UP ABOUT
HUGGING AND TOUCHING MEN?  FUCK, CHRIS, YOU GUYS IN NORTH CAROLINA ARE
MESSED UP.  IN THE WEST, WE HUG, WE TOUCH, WE FEEL, AND WE ARE OKAY FEELING
TURNED ON BY A GUY.  YOU, FUCK YOU, CHRIS.

I can tell that Ace was losing it too and in some way I felt good about
that.  I did not want to misread his signals and I did not want to think
about a thought that he could accuse me of thinking about without merit.

I broke in and said, ACE, WHY IS IT THAT WHEN YOU HUG ME YOU MAKE STUPID
COMMENTS TO ME?

Ace defensively restorted. . .WHAT THE HELL, CHRIS, TELL ME WHAT DID I EVER
TELL YOU THAT YOU NOW CALL STUPID.  YOU WANT TO MATCH YOUR EDUCATION WITH
MINE, BUDDY?  YOU WANT TO MATCH YOUR SMARTS WITH MINE, PUNKHEAD?

I stopped him and said, ACE, WHY ARE YOU CALLING ME AT THIS HOUR OF THE
NIGHT AND MORNING.  JUST TO BLAST ME OFF?  ARE YOU DRUNK?  YOU KNOW THE
RULES ABOUT DRINKING OR PARTYING?

Ace simmered down a little and began to speak to me in a gentler voice tone.
  WELL, CHRIS, DID YOU SEE MARIO, JARED, AND ERIC WITH ME TONIGHT?  THEY
JUST LEFT MY HOTEL ROOM.  MARIO IS ALL FAG, MAN, CHRIS, ALL FAG.  I KNOW
HE'S HANDSOME AND I TOLD HIM THAT, BUT I DID NOT KNOW HE WOULD TAKE IT AS AN
INVITATION.  I JUST INVITED HIM UP HERE AND HE STARTED TO DO A STRIP DANCE
IN FRONT OF ME AND THE GUYS.  I WAS NOT READY FOR THAT.  MAN, A GUY
STRIPPING FOR ME.  I MEAN, I FOUND HIM TO BE HANDSOME, BUT THAT DOES NOT
MEAN I WANTED HIM AT ALL.

OK, ACE, I said, THEN YOU FEEL YOU CAN MAKE ALL OF THESE COMMENTS AND BE
FUNNY.

Ace sounded different in this response. . .  NO, CHRIS, FOR MARIO, YES, BUT
NOT FOR YOU.

Ace continued. . .  I TOLD MARIO TO STOP AND HE WOULD NOT.  JARED AND ERIC
ARE ALSO HANDSOME AND I MUST ADMIT THEY ALL LOOKED GOOD, BUT I NOTICE IT
BECAUSE I AM INTO MODELING AND FASHION TOO.  BUT, I WAS NOT TRYING TO INVITE
THEM TO A SEX ACT.  FUCK, NOT THEM.  GUESS WHAT, CHRIS, THEY ACTUALLY HAD A
SEX ORGY IN FRONT OF ME.  I WAS TOO SHOCKED TO LET THEM TOUCH ME, BUT I DID
WATCH AND I GOT A HARD-ON.  I HAVE NEVER EVER SEEN A GAY MOVIE IN MY LIFE
NOR HAVE I EVER SEEN REAL GUYS WITH GUYS.

OK, I told to him, SO WHY ARE YOU CALLING ME UP AND TELLING ME THIS.  JUST
LET IT GO, ACE.  THEY ARE WEIRD.  MARIO IS WEIRD, NOT SURE ABOUT JARED AND
ERIC.  BUT I HEARD ABOUT MARIO AND I KNOW HE LOVES TO SEDUCE BORDERLINE
GUYS, GUYS THAT COULD SWING BOTH WAYS IF GIVEN THE OPPORTUNITY AND SAFE FOR
THEM.  ERIC IS A FRIEND OF MINE AND I KNOW HE WAS SEDUCED BY THAT PUNK,
MARIO.

Ace moved on and asked  me, CHRIS, WHAT DID I TELL YOU THAT MADE YOU
UNCOMFORTABLE?

i had to respond, no matter what.

ACE, YOU SAID A FEW THINGS TO ME THAT SHOCKED ME.

FIRST, YOU TOLD ME HOW YOU LIKE THE WAY I MOVED ON STAGE AND THAT I MUST BE
GOOD IN BED.  ACE, WHAT WOULD MAKE YOU COMPARE WHAT I DO ON STAGE WITH WHAT
I DO IN BED WITH MY WIFE?'

THEN, YOU TOLD ME THAT YOU LIKED IT WHEN I WOULD GRAB THE MIKE AND SING INTO
IT WITH THE KNOB OF THE MIKE NEAR MY LIPS.  WHAT THE FUCK, ACE? WHAT THE
FUCK!  DO YOU THINK I AM THAT NAIVE THAT I DO NOT KNOW WHAT THE KNOB REFERS
TO WHEN YOU SAID IT WAS NEAR MY LIPS.  YOU EVEN SAID TO ME, I LIKE THE WAY
YOU HOLD THE MIKE. WHO CARES HOW I HOLD THE MIKE?

I noticed that Ace was quiet so I became a little more hesitant coming up
with other examples.  But, Ace insisted in what seemed like a hurt voice.

CHRIS, YOU MUST TELL ME ALL, I NEED TO KNOW.  I DO NOT WANT TO LOSE YOU AS
MY FRIEND AND I AM GETTING TIRED OF YOU GETTING HARD ON ME WHEN I AM JUST
MAKING THESE COMMENTS.

Honestly, guys, I thought to myself. WHY SAY . . . HARD ON ME?

OKAY, ACE, LET ME TELL YOU WHAT ELSE.

REMEMBER WHEN YOU FELT REALLY GOOD, THAT NIGHT YOU DRESSED UP WITH YOUR SUIT
AND ALL, AND YOU CAME FROM BEHIND ME BACKSTAGE AND GRABBED ME. ACE, WHAT WAS
THAT ALL ABOUT?  I AM A GUY AND I DO NOT GO BEHIND ANOTHER GUY AND PRESS MY
BODY INTO HIS.  BUT, YOU DID, ACE, YOU DID.  AND DO YOU NOT THINK I COULD
FEEL THAT YOU WERE HARD AS YOUR HIPS PRESSED INTO MY BACK.  I FELT YOU, ACE,
AND YOU WERE HARD. IT FELT LIKE A HARD AND THICK BAT.

Ace interrupted. . . AND SO, YOU DID NOT HAVE A HARD-ON BEFORE.  WHY DO YOU
THINK IT WAS HARD FOR YOU?

I DID NOT SAY THAT, ACE, BUT WHY HUG ME IF YOU KNOW YOU HAVE A BONER.  WHY
SHOULD I HAVE TO FEEL IT JUST BECAUSE YOU GOT A COMPLIMENT FROM PAULA THE
JUDGE WHO THOUGHT YOU WERE HANDSOME IN A DELICIOUS SORT OF WAY?

Anyway, guys, Ace realized that I did take notice of what he was doing and
even though he pretended to be apologetic about it, I think he was also
turned on.  Ace insisted on coming to my room so we could talk face to face.
  I felt that Ace must be straight and safe so after all the security
clearance, he did leave his room and come to mine.  It was now about 5 a.m.,
and I was still going crazy in my head.  No wife, no climax, no sex, and
then feeling confusion about another guy.

Ace knocked. I decided not to dress but stay in my shorts without a shirt
on.  When Ace came in, he immediately looked at my protruding nipples and
said, WOW, ARE YOU MAN OR WOMAN.  He reached out and pinched my left nipple
quickly and laughed out loud.  At first, I got angry at the tease and then I
realized how good that touch felt from a guy like Ace. . .  tall, handsome,
and intense.  Even when he acts like he's tender, he had an air of strength
that broke through my facade of being southern white male, totally
homophobic.

Ace was dressed with his tight jeans and well curved t-shirt.  I could see
his muscles and even his own nipples were protruding as well.  I smiled at
the thought. . . touching mine, I thought, when his is just as out there.

Ace asked me, CHRIS, DO YOU MIND IF I GOT MORE COMFORTABLE?  I DID NOT WANT
TO LEAVE MY ROOM DRESED DOWN.  BUT I DO NOT WANT TO BE IN THIS ROOM WITH MY
TIGHT JEANS.  Without waiting for an answer, Ace stripped off his jeans and
had on a nice looking shorts.  The t-shirt matched it so I was sure that was
planned.

Ace sat in the living room sofa across of my bed.  He looked at me and
smiled.  I hated it when he smiled. Somehow, I knew what it meant and here I
was ignoring any other signs in my life.

Ace said to me, CAN I ASK YOU A QUESTION, CHRIS?  WHY WERE YOU BOTHERED BY
MY COMMENTS TO YOU ANYWAY?  DID I TURN YOU ON WITHOUT YOU KNOWING IT OR
WANTING IT?

I got so defensive at that point.  I said, LOOK HERE, ACE, IN MY PART OF THE
COUNTRY, GUYS DO NOT TALK LIKE THIS ANYWHERE, NOT WHEN YOU ARE MAKING SEXUAL
STATEMENTS AND CERTAINLY NOT IN MY HOTEL ROOM TRYING TO THINK ABOUT THEM.  I
DID NOT LIKE THEM.

Ace pondered. . .  CHRIS, HOW WOULD YOU KNOW WHAT IS NOT FOR YOU UNTIL YOU
HAVE TRIED IT OUT?

Ace continued without waiting for my answer as if he was afraid of my
answer.  He said to me, CHRIS, I HAD A THING WITH A GUY ONCE AND EVEN THOUGH
I THINK I AM STRAIGHT, I CANNOT TELL YOU THAT IT WAS BAD.  AS A MATTER OF
FACT, I CANNOT HAVE A GIRLFRIEND TODAY UNTIL I WORK IT OUT.

Ace started to proceed by telling me the story.  Here I thought that that
moment he was speaking about was many years ago, during this boyhood days of
playing around.  But, it was not.  As a matter of fact, it was very
recently.  According to Ace, Ryan Seacrest invited him to dinner after the
first week of competition and there Ryan told him that he had a way of
influencing good reviews with the judges, but that Ace had to play it right.
  Ace said to me that he was curious because his brothers would tease him
and touch his crotch area in jest for several years even after they all
became adults.  But, Ryan was more daring and specific.

According to Ace, Ryan told him that he wanted to meet him in the hotel room
and go over an understanding of what was required to have an advantage in
the competition.  And when Ace went back, Ryan told him that he had to model
for Ryan with private pictures for his collection.  Ace did not think that
was so bad, so he started to prepare for picture taking as Ryan set up the
camera.

As the night progressed, Ace was asked to take off several clothes items
until he had only his underwear.  Ace told me that even though he was not
comfortable at first, he felt flattered that a guy like Ryan Seacrest wanted
pictures of him in his underwear, really speedos.

After the shoot, according to Ace, Ryan came up to him while he was still
in his speedos and said, NOW THE UNDERSTANDING MUST BE SIGNED.  And Ryan
reached out and touched Ace's dick.  Ace immediately got harder and Ryan
kept massaging it and holding it through the speedo.  Ryan then asked Ace,
ARE YOU WILLING TO SIGN THE DEAL?  Ace, thinking it was a real signature
said yes, but then Ryan fell on his knees and took out the cock of Ace.
Ace's cock was large, 9 inches and thick, hard as a rock.  Ryan started to
suck it passionately.  Ace told me that all he wanted to do was to cum and
beat it out of there.  But, Ryan would not let him cum.  Every time Ace was
ready to shoot, Ryan would use his hand to tighten the grip on the base of
his dick and wait until it settled back down.  Finally after thrity minutes,
Ryan milked Ace to a full-on climax, right into his hungry mouth and Ryan
swallowed all the cum gushing from Ace's curious manhood.

As Ace was telling me the story, I was actually getting hard myself.  I
adjusted my shorts so he would not easily recognize my stiffness.  But, Ace
looked at me and said, CHRIS, AM I GETTING YOU BOTHERED?  YOU SEEM TO BE
GETTING HARD DOWN THERE.

I did not answer.

Then Ace strolled over to my side of the room and pushed me gently down.  I
laid back, totally in confusion, not knowing what to do, hating to lose my
friend, and curious about all this guy talk now that I am in the big city.

Ace started to pull my shorts down and reached in to touch my cock.  FUCK!
It was the first time a guy ever touched me there.  I was hard as a rock,
hard!  He started to stroke it so it would get harder and then immediately
put me into his mouth.  His tongue started to enter into my piss slit and
his whole mouth swallowed my growing manhood.  His right hand grabbed the
base of the dick and started to massage my balls.  I went into frenzy.  Even
though I love my wife with all of my heart, she never had a thing for
sucking me off.  For us, it was straight sex, me enter, she and I cum
together.  But foreplay like this, no way.  She barely sucks on my dick and
when she does, it's only for the moment.  But, Ace was savoring my cock and
worshipping it.  I was so sensitive at his stroking that I began to thrash
all over the bed.  I started to move from one part of the bed to the other
and Ace kept moving with me, my cock in his mouth.

Before I could shoot my load, Ace said to me, CHRIS, YOU MISS YOUR WIFE,
HUH?  LET ME BE YOUR WIFE TONIGHT.  I AM CLEAN.  I JUST TOOK A SHOWER.  I
WANT YOU TO ENTER INTO ME AND MAKE BELIEVE THAT I AM YOUR WIFE.

Before I could answer, Ace stripped down and I looked at his body and
admired how well muscled he was.  At first, I felt intimidated.  He was
handsome with a nice body and a large dong that was not yet fully hard.  He
did not ask me to touch him, but he put some oil on my cock and then told me
to put it inside of him.  He laid there and started to tell me to think
about my darling wife and fuck his ass.  By then, guys, I was pass the place
the no return.  I needed to shoot and somehow a delicous guy like Ace was
becoming a quick option.  So I crawled on top of his body and placed my cock
into the opening hole of this hungry friend.  I was hard, but I was not sure
how to put it in when his butt was so muscular and his hole was so tight.
PUT IT IN, CHRIS, Ace begged.  And after a few moments of trying, I finally
entered and started to fuck him with venom.  I did not know what took over
me.  It was a combination of missing my wife and needing sex with her (we
had sex everyday) and wanting to explore this kind of sexuality with a
friend like Ace.  It did not take me long, as you can suspect, for me to cum
way inside of Ace's ass.  I kept shooting inside of him, more than I have
ever done with my wife.  It felt good, but strange.

As you can imagine, I turned to immediate guilt and shame.  To me, when a
guy fucks a guy, he's only to be viewed as gay.  Not bi, not curious, JUST
GAY.  FUCK!

I thought to myself that I must be gay and that I had to face it or else the
word would leak out. As I pulled out of Ace, I started to cry and Ace
immedately got up and held me. As he was holding me and as I was crying
almost uncontrollably, he started to kiss my brow, then my cheeks, and
finally my lips.  I tried to pull away but Ace applied some of his obvious
masculine strength and held me close to him.  My cock was spent so I did not
want his hand to touch me.  I was a clean freak and really wanted to bathe
again.  But, he kept playing with my tits and kissing me passionately, then
to my neck.  Wow!  I was getting hard again.

Then Ace said to the most fearful thing I had not wanted to hear.  CHRIS,
WHAT ABOUT ME?  RYAN WAS MY FIRST, NOT COUNTING MY BROTHERS.  I WANT YOU TO
MAKE ME CUM AS MY FRIEND.  I WANT US TO BE LOVERS AND THAT BE OUR SECRET.  I
felt so obligated to do somethin in return so I got the oil and laid him
down and began to stroke his cock.  The least I could have done, I thought,
was to milk his dick.  But, for the first time as it was my first time, I
wanted him to feel what I had wanted my wife to make me feel.  I love my
wife as I have said over and over again, but sex is very strong in a
conventional way between us.  She would not hardly stroke my cock and I
thought about how I wished she would.  But, I wanted Ace to find pleasure in
my hands so he would not expect me to use my mouth or my ass.  So I started
to massage his cock with sensual strokes, sparking sensations all over his
body.

As I did that, Ace started to talk sex talk.  When i was fucking him, we
were both quiet, but now, he needed to talk sex in order to cum.

But, what he was saying was troubling at first and then I realized how
turned on I was getting.

Here's Ace's sex talk without caps.

AAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH, baby . . .yes, Mrs. Daughtry. . . yes, Mrs. Chris
Daughtry.  Chris does not need to know.  I love your hands, so soft, so
beautiful . . I knew the moment I saw you with Chris that you admired me
too.  I know Chris is your husband, but you really want me to put my manhood
way inside of your hungry pussy.   Oooooooohhhhh, Mrs. Chris Daughtry.
Stroke me, milk me, and make cum all over your wedding band.  Baby, that
would be so  hot.  Milk me with your soft hands, little fingers, milk me,
baby, as I get ready to fuck your pussy.

I felt really contaminated by the conversation, but at the same time, i felt
this heat rising in my dick. I looked down and saw that I was getting hard.
I looked at the body of Ace and thought about how it would look on top of my
little wife, pushing his thick member into her small and tight pussy.  I got
hard just imagining it.

Then as he was ready to climax, he continued the story.

Yes, baby, Yes, Mrs. CHRRRRIIIISSSSS DAUGHTRY.  Spread your legs wide open
and take in my secret weapon.  I saw the way you looked at me, baby, I saw
the way you admired my body.  I know what you really wanted.  To try out my
goods.  My hot cock.  Here is it baby.  AAAHHH, baby, it feels so good going
inside of you.  Chris told me that you both were virgins when you got
married and now you know what it feels like to have a huge cock inside of
you.

AAAAHHHH, CHRIS, your wife is yellling out my name, Chris.  She loves the
way I feel inside of her.  She is going to cum, Chris.  Can you hear her
now?  You know how she sound when you made her cum, but, Chris, she is
yelling out my name.  Can you hear her?

OOOOHHHHH, Ace, I LOVE THE WAY YOU FEEL INSIDE OF ME.  YOU ARE SO BIG, SO
HUGE, YOU ARE STRETCHING MY PUSSY.  I AM GOING TO CUM, ACE, PLEASE SHOOT
YOUR LOAD IN ME, I WANT YOUR BABY.  I WANT TO REMEMBER YOU AND HAVE A SON
JUST AS HANDSOME AS YOU ARE.
aaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.

Right there, I got angry and turned on at the same time and started to
rapidly stroke Ace's cock.  I was angry inside to think of such a
possibility between Ace and my wife, but it was not long before he shot a
huge unbelievable load of cum all over the bed and even on top of me and my
skin.  My skin?  Can you imagine?  Cum on my skin?  I was more confused than
ever.

After Ace came, I needed to address what had just happened.  i told Ace,
HEY, PLEASE DO NOT USE MY WIFE IN YOUR FANTASY.  SHE'S OFF LIMIT, OKAY, ACE?
  Ace nodded in agreement. I KNOW SHE IS, I JUST WANTED YOU TO FEEL WHAT I
WAS FEELING, ALL THOSE EMOTIONS. . .  FEAR AND PASSION, Ace commented.

Anyway, the season is over.  Ace and I never talked about it or had anything
do with each other again.  I took it personal.  I wanted it again, but Ace
seemed to be disinterested in me.  I did not know why.  When my wife came
back from North Carolina, I observed Ace a lot and he would look her over
and smile at himself. I was getting angry, jealous for involving my wife in
his fantasies and turned on at the thought that another man could fuck her
or me and keep both secrets.

Well, guys, here I am.

I feel really lonely tonight.  I sang and as I sang, I saw some guys looking
at me the same way Ace used to look at me.  Ace never ever spoke to me once
the season was over.  And when he did after that one night, he was cold, no
smile, no spark.  Something had died inside of him after he managed to turn
me on to this whole curiosity.

I am not sure what I am going to do now.  I cry myself to sleep a lot and I
have pulled away from my wife.  Even when I make love to her, I think about
Ace, either the way I fucked his hungry ass or the way he said he was
fucking my wife.  And I come away angry and hot at the same time.  What a
contradiction of emotions.  Fear that she will stray and passion that I will
stray myself as I did anyway.

Tonight, I saw Justin Gaurini in the audience.  After the show, he came up
to me and introduced himself to me.  He's not that handsome, but for some
reason, I knew he knew "how to work it in bed" (something like what Ace said
of me).  I was sad when Justin came to talk to me, so out of the blue, i
asked him if he had ever met Ace and he said that Ace calls him all the
time.  I was even more hurt.  Then Justin said something that really sparked
me. . .  HEY, CHRIS, CAN WE MEET EARLY TOMORROW MORNING.  YOU KNOW, WHEN WE
BOTH HAVE BONERS, AND WORK ON OUR NEED TOGETHER, I MEAN A POSSIBLE PROJECTS
TOGETHER?  Justin smiled and agreed to meet with me at my hotel room at 7
a.m.

How can I give myself to another guy anyway?  Ace is the total package.
He's handsome, tender, masculine, hard, wild, and a guy that loves to
fantasize every imaginable sexual scenes to turn a person completely on and
uncontrollably so.  But, why would Ace just "walk out" and never talk to me
again once the season was over.

I won't forget the last night.  I decided to go to him and thank him for
knowing him and the friendship.  I went to hug him, I wanted to feel that
embrace again, and he stuck out his hand.  WELL, CHRIS DAUGHTRY, HOPE YOU
HAVE A GREAT LIFE, Ace said saracastically.  I wanted to punch him for some
reason, tell him that I was so upset for turning me on and then chasing me
out.  But, I could not as my wife was approaching.  Then Ace went to grab
her, held her a little too long.  He whispered something in her ear and she
smiled back.  I thought to myself, FUCK YOU, ACE.

I hope Justin does not want sex with me.  He does not turn me on, but I bet
he'd be good in bed somehow and in someway.  I can tell now that I have been
with Ace that one time.

I will report to you what happens in the morning at a later posting.  By the
way, I just got an email from John Edwards, former senator from North
Carolina.  He wants to meet me personally.  This is hat  he said, HI, CHRIS,
AS YOU MAY KNOW, I AM RUNNING FOR MY PARTY'S CANDIDACY FOR THE PRESIDENCY OF
THE UNITED STATES.  I WOULD LIKE TO MEET WITH YOU PRIVATELY AND IN SECRET.
CAN WE MEET?  TELL ME WHEN, TELL ME WHERE, AND I WILL TELL YOU HOW.

Strange email, huh?

to be continued