Date: Tue, 15 Nov 2005 01:48:31 -0500
From: Remi G <remiel78@hotmail.com>
Subject: Chris Evan's Slut - Part 3

Disclaimer: This story is about young men having sex together. If that's not
your thing or you're too young to read it, please leave now. The author has
written this purely as a work of erotic fantasy fiction, and implies no
specific knowledge of the celebrity personalities who are described. Enjoy!

Chris Evan's Slut - Part 3

The rest of the evening, night and early morning was spent in the suite.
There room service was ordered which consisted of bottles of water and
sandwiches; didn't need much more than that, didn't want more than that. I
had everything I needed.  At least my mind wouldn't let me think about
anything else outside of the cock that was sawing in and out of me in
various positions through out the night.  I counted and I think it was six;
six for him four for me.   I loved every minute of it.

I could barely stand.  I don't think I've been so sore in my life, my legs
at least.  Some of the positions were a bit much only because I hadn't
worked the muscles before, but I was willing to try anything to have him
pound me the way he did.  Course some of the old stands were some of the
best missionary and straddling him.  Seeing the look on his face as I rode
him was beyond my wildest dreams.   We did that in the chair and in the bed.
  It was so fucking hot, that I prayed for it not to be a dream when I woke
up.

The last thing I remembered was falling as sleep with his fingers stringing
through my hair a little telling me to get some rest that we had all weekend
to enjoy each other's company.  That alone made it possible for me to sleep,
but I wasn't sure what to expect when I woke up.   I wanted to think on some
of things Chris said, but my mind was cheese, it wasn't happening.  If I
thought about something it was him.  Damn it he had me sprung already.

Sleep claimed me and I let my unconscious mind take me away to the only
place that Chris was in my dreams and what a wild dream it was.  Sex, sex
and more sex and then something more.  It was just me and Chris dancing, my
hottie and me holding me close dressed casually standing somewhere, I didn't
know where, because that's the way some dreams are, disjointed. Sometimes
everything's clear and sometimes, sometimes they don't make sense at all.

One time I dreamed that I was being held prisoner by Hayden Christensen and
Chris was coming to rescue me.  I had been watching movies late and had
barely got any sleep the day before.  I tell you the mind does weird things
to you sometimes, but it was a hot dream nonetheless.  The  load in my
boxers and the flashes I remembered were enough to tell me that.

However this dream was different, it wasn't the first time that I had this
dream before, this dream where Chris was holding me, holding me so close
that I thought I would die, because it felt so warm, so right.  It felt
like...God I can't even say it.  The fucking word scares me, because the
moment you say it throws everything to shit, at least in my opinion. I've
seen it tear many good things apart.  Still it felt right me looking into
his eyes, his hands sliding down my back drawing me a little closer.  I knew
it was going to happen he was going to say it and I was going to fuck it up.

Unfortunately what came out of his mouth wasn't what I expecting even in a
dream.

"Did his dick you good," The voice came, but it wasn't Chris', it was
Josh's.

"Ryan?  Ryan..."   My lashes fluttered a little drawing me out of the dream
and it was then I realized that I wasn't alone with Chris.  Josh was laying
on the bed right beside me looking into my eyes like it was time for pillow
talk.

"Shit."  He started grinning and I felt movement on the other side thinking
it was Chris, but when I felt the hand on my shoulder I could tell the
difference.  "Tyler..."

"I forgot you talked in your sleep..."  I groaned, because I do, but also
because they were here.  Just when I think things are good they go to shit,
but as I slid up I realized I wasn't in my room or their room. I was in the
bedroom of the suite.  I looked over at Paul who was sitting on the edge of
the bed who was busy channel surfing.

"So," Tyler looked at me and I was still confused.   I hadn't had a coke or
something caffeinated yet.  Dazed and confused was the name of the game.

"Give me a moment."  I snorted at them.  I can't believe they were in here,
but they were my best friends, they help set this up.  Did this mean Chris
was gone? I thought I was his all weekend.   His.  The very thought of it
made my stomach tighten in a very good way.  Is that possible?

Paul finally turned from the TV sliding up on the bed a little so he could
listen in.   While most people would find this embarrassing since they were
only...in their pajama bottoms I didn't.  I checked the under the cover and
I was wearing a pair of flannel pajama bottoms.  I didn't bring anything.
They were a little bit on me, not that big, just a size too big and I
realized they were Chris.  When did he?

"Where's Chris?"

"Out he said he'd be back in an hour or two. Had some things he had to pick
up. He said relax take a shower, order in, you know all that good stuff,"
Josh said.

"When did you guys get here?"  I was still trying to get my bearings.   My
head wasn't spinning, but I just wanted to make sure everything was cool.
You know make sure that them being here was ok.

"Never left.  We're about two floors down.  Been hanging out, had some fun
of our own," Tyler explained glancing over at Paul who was being awfully
quiet at the moment.

"What?"  I looked right at him wanting him to say something.  He was
instrumental in making this happen, but something was going on.  He was too
quiet, even for Paul.   I moved out from under the covers crawling over
towards him.  Josh and Tyler smiled at one another, but I didn't notice I
was too curious about what was going on with Paul.

Now let me describe Paul to you. Paul used to have the prep look going on
until the Quarterback ball after that he grew his hair out a little down to
his shoulders and he has green eyes.  Nice full lips and a swimmer's body.
He's still quiet at times, but he speaks up more when he wants something
unlike freshman year when he would let things pass him by.   His parents
were a little concerned, but he's still their loveable son, just exploring
different sides of himself.

"What did you do?"  I'm almost afraid to ask he's being so quiet.  It never
dawned on me that he might have had to do something to make this happen.
"Paul."  He wasn't answering, but there was a small smile on his face one
that made me grimace because I hate when they do that.

"Don't do that!" I shoved him a little and he started laughing.

"What you thought I gave my ass up to someone to make this happen."
Actually I did, but I didn't say it, I just looked away.  Yeah I know we're
supposed to be grown, men, but we were comfortable with one another to act
this way, to be ourselves.    Tyler and Josh were still waiting for me to
talk about my encounter, but I still had this nagging feeling that Paul was
holding back and then I saw it.  There was a red mark on his neck.

Zooming in on it I moved to my knees so I could get a better look.  There
were playful snickers from behind me and for a moment I thought they decided
to have a good time themselves, why not, they earned it in my book, but Josh
doesn't do hickeys.   Tyler's don a few, but not on the neck.   He's a punk
like that.

"It was an accident."

"Accident?   Riiiight.  You were loving it," Josh chimed in.

Paul scoffed.  "Yeah you could've left."

"And miss all the action."

I was getting annoyed, because I hate, hate, did I say hate, being out of
the loop.

Paul and Josh were going back and forth a little so I knew who to turn to.
I should be high off of being with Chris and I was, but now I was kicking
back enjoying a moment with my friends. "Tyler, spill."  That's all I needed
to say.

"Chad Michael Murray."   He spat it out just like that.

"Nipples,"   Josh teased.

"Don't call him that."

See, I had my thing for Chris, but we all knew that Paul had a thing for
Chad Michael Murray.  Seems Paul's dad must have put him in touch with more
than just Chris.   I glanced at Paul's neck and smiled. "Chad Michael Murray
do did that," I asked incredulously.  Paul blushed the same way I did when I
talked about Chris.

"Nipples."

"Shud up," Paul in a mock annoyed voice.

Well known fact that Chad Michael Murray had very kissable lips, a drop dead
sexy sneer, gorgeous body and very large if not huge nipples.  Why, who
knows, but none of us complained, Josh just teased, but the sight of them
alone could cause someone if they were inclined to be turned on by such
things to have an oral fixation.  Paulie loved them.

"You're kidding," I said looking over at Tyler.

"Kid you not Ryan.   He said that he had to stay downstairs because he was
waiting for someone to arrive and it was Chad."  My eyes went from him to
Josh to Paul.  "For the month now, off and on.  Just got some time to be
with him last night and he's cool as hell."

"But..."

"Don't even say it. Big mistake.  It just happened."  Big mistake meaning
the Bush incident and I knew we weren't talking about George.  I nodded
deciding not to linger on it.  I thought Chad was sexy as hell, but compared
to Chris, I would always go for Chris.  He was mine you know.

Mine.  Again my stomach tightened at the thought.  He just had his way with
me last night, but was he mine, he said I was his. He said I owned him and
that this was just the beginning.   I tried to figure it all out, but I
can't do that by myself.  Needed the other half of this pair here to do that
and he was out running errands.  Running errands I almost wanted to laugh,
because it sounds ridiculous in a way. I never thought I would just be
sitting in bed, gabbing with my friends while the stud who literally fucked
me senseless just a few hours ago, was out doing errands.

Speaking of time, I glanced over at the clock and saw it was almost 3:30 in
the afternoon.  Holy shit it had to have been about three or four when we
finally decided to catch some sleep.

"You ok, bud?" Josh poked me in the side.  Giving him a nod I looked back
towards Paul.

"Ok back to you and Chad, so have you?"

"Not yet.  Said that he wanted to wait."  Wait?

"But we've done stuff." Stuff, I wasn't going to push Paul, because it was
something that was really happening for him and here I went and fucked Chris
silly.   It was a fantasy come true. I

"Sweet!  I'm happy for you, but why all secretive...wait nevermind." Because
we would've been nosy, just like the bastards are now.  I smirk.  See like I
said he's still that same shy guy that we meet when were freshman.

"Don't sweat it Paul, who are we going to tell?" Josh says in a matter of
fact voice.  Because honestly we would only tell ourselves and since we all
know there's no one else that needs to know as far as we're concerned.
"So now that you know what Paulie was up to, Ryan, let's get back to you,
because I haven't forgotten." None of them did.

"What was it like?"  It was my turn to blush at Tyler's question.  I moved
back up on the bed so I could reach the headboard.   What do I say?  I'm so
not Paul and I talk, because it's me.  "I...it..."

"Oh my fucking God..." Tyler looked at me.

"What," Josh and I said it in unison.

"You're speechless, well not really speechless, but you can't even get it
all out.  It was that good?" I could feel my face starting to heat up.  "No
way?"  Paul and Josh were both looking at me, so it just puts me on point to
say something doesn't it?

"It was amazing."  Plain and simple, that's what it was. "Everything I
wanted and more.   You guys didn't..."  They shook their heads at my thought
of them coaching him."

Josh shrugged. "Well, no, not really. I mean we just said that you were into
him and you were a real pussyboi." They all laughed at that.  I couldn't
help but smirk.

"Yeah I know that's nothing new for you all, but that's it."

"That's it."  Paul said.  "So, he..."

I could feel myself falling against the head board thinking about it.  All
the things he said the way he made me feel.  "He made me feel like he really
wanted me." I know that's why they call it acting, but it was more than
that.  It was like he was really into me.  He liked what I did, but I'm just
a celebrity whore.  That's probably what he thinks. I mean hello, 'Hey how's
it going?' nothing like that.   Just right into it, but he lead me into it.
I could've stopped him.

I could be a one stop fuck around the nation.  It passed through my mind,
but there was another part of me that felt that there was more.  There was a
part of me that felt that this could turn into something great.  I was
having that moment again.  That moment where I let myself believe that
something more could come out of this.

"Sooooo."  My eyes shifted to the left of me where Tyler was.  "Details,
man, details."  I couldn't help the giddy expression that slide across my
face.

"So you want more." Of course they wanted more.   So I gave them highlights
of what happened how Chris turned me inside out and into his little whore,
craving and wanting him more.  How he held me close and fucked me hard.   I
did tell them how I gave him an amazing blow job and he was already craving
a slutty job which might give him once they leave when he gets back.

I told them the various positions that we went in and the number of loads he
let lose in me, though I think I might have lost count, because I want to
say six, but I know there was more.   Head was spinning and I was holding on
for dear life so I think I might have been off by own or two, maybe three.

"And he told me that was just the beginning," I tell them.   Just the
beginning just the thought of it made my crotch twitch apparently everyone
else, because all three of them, Tyler, Josh and Paul were rubbing
themselves through their pants.

"Have I told you guys 'thank you' yet?" Because I can't remember if I did.
I need to thank them.  They smirked and I was being completely serious and
at that moment the door opened.

"Baby?" Chris was home.  I could hear him outside the bedroom.  But it had
only been about forty-five minutes.

"Oh did I forget to tell you we had been here for about an hour," Josh
announced.

Shit!  I gave him my 'You bastard' look and he smirked.

"In here," I called out.  "with my friends." I hope he wouldn't be upset.
He poked his head in seeing us all on the bed sitting and I was still in the
flannel pajama bottoms.

"I see." He waved to everyone and they smiled. Obviously they talked so they
were all googly eyed though they were looking him over.

"Oh I see Ryan's been talking about last night." I started blushing when he
said that.  My eyes glanced down for a moment then they moved over towards
him and he was rubbing the front of his pants.   "Did I tell you were
amazing, babe?"  I almost wanted to fall out of the bed.   He was smiling
when he said it. It was a bit of a cocky smile. "You going to give me
something for that or do I have to climb over your friends and fuck it out
of you."

They all looked at each other and I was mulling the idea over, because I'm
such a bad boy, but I slid up and crawled out of the bed in a cat like
movement that made Chris whistle low once I got to him.  "Fucking hot." I
looked into his eyes and there was a question. He knew there was something,
but I didn't say anything.

"Later," he said.  Again later, but right now I just leaned in and kissed
him.  Yeah my friends were there; didn't matter one bit that they were here,
not to me at least and didn't seem to matter to Chris either.    "Tomorrow
we wake up together," Chris whispered against my lips.

"Promise," I whispered.

"Promise."

To Be Continued.

Little shorter than the first two, but I promise the next one will be
longer.  Just wanted to touch back with Ryan's friends, because they are a
big part of his life and introduce some new dynamics subtly.

So what did you think?  Not enough, too much?  There's going to be more hot
celebrity studs.  Any suggestions? Let me know.  Email me at
remiel78@hotmail.com.   All flames will be ignored.