Date: Sat, 12 Jul 2008 19:37:03 -0400
From: Nicholas A Ryan <nickwhatever@juno.com>
Subject: Chris Meloni Two

DISCLAIMER: The writer in no way questions the actual sexuality of the
actors, athletes and other celebrities involved. Any situations and
incidents are purely fictional and in no way reflect actual events. The
events herein depicted involve consensual male on male sex.  If this
offends please do not continue.

Part Two

	Chris Meloni pushed through the door to an upscale bar and scanned the
crowd.  He noted several politicians, sports figures and celebrities and
grinned in satisfaction at the veritable choices of studs available that
night.  Sauntering through the crowd towards the bar, he confidently
leaned atop the bar, deliberately pushing his ass a bit back as an
indication of temptation and availability to any curious or interested
gaze.  His tight denims molded the contours of his round bubble butt. 
Ordering a beer, Meloni rested his arms upon the bar and remained with
his backside to the crowd.
	New York restaurateur Bobby Flay was out on a night on the town
celebrating a successful wrap to his current season of his 'Food Network'
program.  His wife was in LA filming a movie so he was alone, pretty
buzzed and quite horny.  Leaning against the wall at one side of the club
casually holding a mixed drink, he looked around the club with half
interest.  There were several people he recognized and were quite
familiar with but he really was in no mood for conversations with self
important celebrities.  Flay lowered a hand to the mound of his package
and rearranged the heavy cock constrained with his slacks.  
	Sipping his drink and rather bored, Flay lamented the absence of his
wife.  He really could have used a hot fuck that night.  Sure there were
plenty of available women in the club, but Flay wasn't one to cheat on
his wife.  He sipped his drink again, scanning the club again.  He
grinned a bit as his gaze stopped upon a familiar male frame at the bar. 
The man was leaning against the bar and casually chatting with a woman at
his side.  Flay recognized the rugged profile instantly.  More
importantly, he recognized the man's tight muscular bubble ass showcased
in its splendor within the tight confines of denim.  Fucking around with
a chick was infidelity, fucking around with another dude was an entirely
different thing all together.  
	Flay straightened, his cock hardening, and began to move across the club
to the man at the bar.
	Meloni was pleasantly chatting with the slightly familiar actress at his
side.  She had introduced herself and indicated her work on some
afternoon soap opera but Meloni really was indifferent.  The chick was
looking to score with him, but tonight, he was the one who was going to
get fucked.  
	"Chris," a familiar voice greeted from over his shoulder.  
	Meloni turned as did the woman seated at his side.  Flay grinned at
Meloni and curtly nodded to the woman who cast him a venomous look.
	"Well I'll be damned," Meloni broadly grinned taking in Flay's
pleasantly cute face and form.  "If it isn't the Betty Crocker man."
	Flay pursed his lips in a sour look at the annoying appellation the
actor had bestowed upon him during the time Meloni and his wife costarred
together in ~QLaw and Order SVU~R.  
	"Where's the pretty little woman?" Meloni offered conversationally.
	"In LA," Flay replied before sipping the drink in his hand.  "You out
and about alone as well?"  Flay deliberately ignored the woman trying to
appear possessive at Meloni's side.
	"Yep," Meloni nodded before turning his gaze back to the bar top to
swipe up his brown bottle and bring it up to his lips.
	Flay watched the way the sexy actor~Rs lips wrapped around the lip of the
bottle.  Fuck!  He wouldn't mind Meloni's lips wrapped around his cock.
	"Chris," the woman at Meloni's side began.
	"Managing ok without the wife," Meloni ignored the woman and turned a
bit to look at Flay again.  The woman released an exaggerated huff of
indignation but neither man paid any attention.  
	"So, so," Flay grinned, shifting his weight from one leg and foot to the
other.
	Meloni nodded, his gaze drifting down to Flay's tented groin.  Not bad,
he measured.  The Betty Crocker man was carrying a hefty package.  Flay
smiled confidently at Meloni's appraisal.  He'd show this macho stud just
what this Betty Crocker man could do!  Flay noted that the woman at
Meloni's side had given to defeat and was turned the opposite way in her
seat talking to some politician.  
	Meloni turned a bit back to the bar and replaced his empty bottle to
order another.
	"This one is on me," Flay interjected to the bartender before Meloni
could reply and moved closer to the actor.  Flay leaned into Meloni and
murmured into the actor~Rs ear.  "You don't mind, do you?"
	"Nah," Meloni demurred.  "I appreciate it bro',"
	"Yeah?" Flay began to rub his groin against Meloni's tight ass, subtly
swaying his hips.
	Meloni chuckled.  "I really appreciate," he pressed his ass back against
Flay's straining boner, "it."
	Flay reached over Meloni~Rs shoulder to pass the bartender a few bills. 
The bartender placed the new brown bottle and moved to another patron. 
Flay rested his hand on Meloni~Rs shoulder and began to gently massage the
broad muscular blade.
	~SThanks,~T Meloni twisted a bit back toward Flay.  ~QDrinking alone
tonight?~T
	~SAt the moment,~T Flay~Rs other hand brushed against the slope of Meloni~Rs
ass.
	~SSeems we're of the same mind,~T Meloni grinned as he lowered the hand
clasping the bottle and deliberately brushed his knuckles against Flay~Rs
obvious boner.  ~SSo Betty Crocker man,~T Meloni murmured, ~Sany new recipes
up in that kitchen?~T
	Flay chuckled, ~Sa few.~T
	~SMmmm,~T Meloni twisted the bottle in his hand nudging his knuckles more
firmly into Flay~Rs tented crotch.  ~SAnything I might be interested in?~T
	~SPossibly.~T
	Meloni grinned.
	Flay looked at the wrist watched strapped around the base of the hand
massaging Meloni~Rs shoulder.  ~SThe restaurant~Rs closed,~T Flay began,
~Qmaybe you'd like to head back there with me so you could just see what I
can cook up in the kitchen.~T
	Meloni chuckled.  ~SWhat are we waiting for?~T
	Flay nodded and led Meloni through the crowded bar.

	L.L. Cool J and Sean Combs were seated at a table catching up on old
times.  Both independently noticed Flay and Meloni pass there table.  LL
Cool J couldn't help but stare at Chris Meloni~Rs hot round ass showcased
in his slacks.  
	Damn, but he wouldn't mind fuckin~R the shit out of that ass, he thought.
	Combs~R eyes traveled up Meloni~Rs form as he passed and slyly grinned. 
Word was that he sucked a mean cock.  Shit!  He wouldn't have minded
fucking the shit out of that rugged face with his big black pecker!

	Flay and Meloni stepped out onto the street side walk.  As the two men
stood to hail a cab, Flay lightly rested the palm of one hand over one
side of Meloni~Rs perfect ass.
A cab pulled up to the curb with Derek Jeeter and his current model
girlfriend.  As he climbed out of the cab, he noted Meloni and exchanged
a knowing wink with the actor.  Jeeter grinned as he waited a moment to
watch Flay and Meloni climb into the now vacant cab.  So, he inwardly
chuckled, Flay was going to get a bat at Meloni~Rs hot ass.  It was the
best God damned ass Jeeter ever plowed; tight as shit.  He and the model
on his arm turned toward the bar entrance but Jeeter~Rs mind was
determining that it was time to give Meloni a ride on his bat again,
soon, real soon.


	Flay and Meloni entered Flay~Rs upscale restaurant ten minutes later. 
The lights were off and Flay wasted no time in going to the main switches
but instead led Meloni within the large kitchen.  In the darkness the two
men faced one another expectantly.
	~SSo,~T Meloni chided, ~Sthis is where you whip up things to eat?~T
	Flay didn't respond but merely watched Meloni as he walked around the
darkened room.
	~SAnything you think you wanna~R cook right now?~T  He still before a large
cutting block central to the large kitchen, ~SI know that I~Rm starving for
one thing you got.~T
	~SYeah,~T Flay finally spoke.  ~SWhat~Rs that?~T
	Meloni sauntered over to Flay and boldly groped the other man~Rs stirring
groin.  ~SSome prime A beef.~T
	~SDidn't think you thought the Betty Cocker man,~T he jested, ~Shad it in
him?~T
	~SHe doesn't,~T Meloni grinned and sauntered back to the cutting block. 
Leaning over the wooden plateau, he thrust his ass out so Flay could see
it in its tight bubbly glory.  ~SBut I guarantee that he'll have it in
me.~T
	~SYou're pretty sure of yourself,~T Flay teased as his eyes warmly ran
over the hot tight ass outlined within Meloni~Rs skin tight jeans.
	~SWhat~Rs the matter Betty Crocker man,~T Meloni taunted as he reached down
to pop open the fly of his pants and tug them down over his tight ass. 
Meloni rarely wore underwear so the perfect muscular ass was open to
Flay~Rs appraisal.  ~SMaybe that grade of beef isn't so great.~T
	Flay chuckled.  ~SOh yeah,~T Flay reached low and yanked on his belt and
pants~R fly.  ~SThis is no ground chuck.~T  He began to push his pants and
boxers down over his hips and legs.  Meloni watched over his shoulder as
Flay~Rs thick meaty cock sprung free.  It was hard as hell and pointing
directly toward his ass.  Meloni moved his feet a bit and his ass
wiggled.  Flay began to walk toward Meloni, his cock bobbing hard before
him.  ~SThis here,~T he briefly stroked his boner, ~Sis the finest Filet
Mignon you'll ever need.~T
	~QYeah?~T Meloni spread his legs a bit further apart, giving Flay a
tantalizing peak at his beckoning twitching quim.
	~SYeah,~T Flay murmured before spitting in the palm of one hand.
	~SWell,~T Meloni twitched his ass and scooted his feet even further apart,
~Sthis is pretty hungry bro~R.~T
	Flay slicked up his shaft.  ~SYou think you can afford this cut?~T
	Meloni chuckled.  ~SYou think you can satisfy this hunger?~T  His legs
spread wider.  Some of the slick pink inner flesh of his tight ass was
exposed to Flay~Rs intense gaze.
	Flay stopped directly behind Meloni~Rs offered up ass.  ~SAlways gets the
highest ratings in reviews.~T
	~SI think that matter deserves further probing,~T Meloni offered with a
nod of his head.
	Flay nodded with a grin, ~Sa penetrating review.~T
	Meloni turned his head forward and gripped the edge of the block with
his hands while bracing his feet firmly upon the floor.  ~SBring it on
Betty Crocker man.~T
	Flay gripped the base of his shaft and nudged the cap of his boner
against the twitching ass ring.  ~SThis ain't no Betty Crocker.~T  He
roughly slapped one of Meloni~Rs hard globes with his free hand.  ~SThis is
a modern day Renaissance man; a real man,~T he added.
	~SI'll be the judge of~E~E~E~E..Fuckkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk!~T Meloni
gasped as Flay~Rs cock punctured his ring and slid forward and deep.
	~SOh yeahhhhhh,~T Flay hissed as he completely buried his hard pecker
within Meloni~Rs tight molten core.  ~SReal nice,~T Flay ground his hips
against Meloni~Rs flushed ass, driving his cock even deeper.  ~SReal nice,
theatre boi,~T he chided, suddenly formulating his own appellation for
Meloni.
	~SMmmmmmmmmmmmm,~T Meloni closed his eyes and purred from deep in his
throat.  
	~SPretty good fit,~T Flay rubbed the slopes of Meloni~Rs hot buns before
digging his fingers into Meloni~Rs hip flesh, ~Shunh, theatre boi?~T
	~SLet~Rs get some dramatic action going on then,~T Meloni whined
impatiently.
	~SYeah,~T Flay began to withdraw his shaft from the convulsing chute. 
~SYou're about to give the performance of a life time.~T  
	~SLet~Rs get this show on the road!~T  Meloni urged feeling all but Flay~Rs
cock head slip from his hungry hole.  ~SOnmphhhhhhh,~T Meloni huffed as
Flay slammed his thick boner all the way back in.  ~SYeah,~T Meloni hissed,
~Sagain!~T
	~SYeah?~T Flay chuckled deeply before abruptly swinging his hips back and
slamming forward again.
	~SUghhhhhhhhhh,~T Meloni grunted, gyrating his hips to meet Flay~Rs thrust.
 ~SYeah!~T
	~SOh yeah,~T Flay growled as he repeated the heavy thrust. 
~SI'm~E.gonna~Ework~Ethese~E.hot~E..buns~E~E~E~E..overrrrrrrrrr,~T Flay panted as he
began to set a steady rhythm.  Pumping hard and even he began to drill
Meloni~Rs perfect ass over.
	~SGive~E.it~Eto~E.meeeeeeeeeeee,~T Meloni chanted between heavy breaths as he
bucked back to meet Flay~Rs heavy forward thrusts. 
~SWork~E.that~E~Easssssssssss!!!~T
	~SYou~E~Ework~Eit~E~Etheatre~E..bitch~E.boi,~T Flay grunted between heavy
thrusts.  Flay~Rs butt cheeks dimpled in the seesaw sinewy of their two
bodies.  Flay~Rs nads were rocking like pendulums.  He worked that ass
hard and deeper.  Both men grunted and huffed as Flay pounded Meloni~Rs
sucking hole harder and deeper.
	~SNice~E.tight~E..assssssss,~T Flay panted as he increased the tempo.
	Meloni~Rs sack swatted the edge of the cutting block with each of Flay~Rs
strokes.
	~SFeed it to me!~T Meloni hissed, the veins of his throat pronounced and
flushed.
	~SYeahhhhh,~T Flay hissed, ~Syou like this piece of meat!!!!~T  Flay bashed
his pelvis against Meloni~Rs flushed ass cheeks.  His cock rubbed deep
within Meloni~Rs chute.  
	~SHarder!~T Meloni bellowed as he tried to moved his legs further apart to
allow the hot rod to sink deeper in his guts.  ~SCome on Betty Crocker
man!~T
	~SOh yeahhhh,~T Meloni contorted his face as he pummeled Meloni~Rs ass. 
The cutting block scraped a bit across the table as Flay~Rs legs and hips
worked harder and faster.
	~SGonna~E..stuff~E~Eyou~E~Egoodddddddd,~T Flay hauled Meloni closer, his
fingers really pinching and digging into Meloni~Rs flesh.
	~SFuck~E.me~E..the~E.way~E.you~E.wish~E..the~E..Mrs~E..would~E.let~E.you!~T 
Meloni~Rs sack was churning.
	Flay worked harder, drilling Meloni~Rs ass for all his worth.  His own
nads were twisting and on fire.  
	~SFuckkkkkkkkkkk!!!!!!~T Meloni suddenly wailed as his cock rained spoog
all along the side of the cutting block.  He was panting deeply but
reached behind him to pull Flay~Rs cock deeper.  His throat was dry and
his nuts winced from churning out such a heavy load.
	The jerks of Meloni~Rs body caused Flay~Rs rectum to tighten around his
pecker.  He felt his nut sack draw up tightly.  ~SGettin~R close!~T he
bellowed.
	Meloni was ready for it!  He wanted to feel that cock pump him full!
	Flay was panting.  His throat convulsed.  A wicked grin crossed his
features and he abruptly withdrew his cock from Meloni~Rs ravaged hole.
	~SWhat the fuck~E~E~T before Meloni could even finish the cry of
disappointment, Flay hauled him from the block and forced him to his
knees before Flay.
	~SHow~Rs this bitch!~T Flay growled as his cock spasmed and his piss slit
flared to release jets of spoog to splatter across Meloni~Rs startled
face.  ~SYeahhhhhhhhhh,~T Flay gritted as he sprayed Meloni~Rs handsome
features with fuck juice.  ~SFuck~E.yeahhhhh,~T he grunted as more ropes and
strings flew across to splatter Meloni~Rs highly prolific face.
	~SMnmphhhh,~T Meloni opened his mouth and thrust his tongue out trying to
catch some of the raining spew.  Rivulets ran down across his cheeks and
chin.  The spray on his forehead ran and clung to the actor~Rs eyelashes.
	~SOooooooooooo,~T Flay wheezed as the last strings were expelled from his
raw sensitive cock.  He began to chuckle gazing down on his handy work
across Meloni~Rs face.  ~S~RThe best I've ever seen you look theatre bitch!~T
 Meloni grinned and licked his lips.  ~SThe best,~T Flay confirmed
confidently, ~Sthe best!~T

To be continued~E~E~E