Date: Wed, 15 May 2002 15:38:22 -0700 (PDT)
From: Shane Vertagio <shane_vert@yahoo.com>
Subject: CK guy is OK

Disclaimer: This story involves two celebrities,
Travis Fimmel and Kate Moss. I have never met either
one. This story is fiction and is not intended to
imply anything about the true sexuality of the
celebrities mentioned or any personal knowledge about
their private lives.

Copyright: This story is copyright 2002
shane_vert@yahoo.com. Please feel free to drop me a
line.

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It had been a very long week, so I was obviously glad
that Friday afternoon had arrived. Working long hours
on placing the final touches to a new ad campaign for
Calvin Klein underwear had left me mentally exhausted.
The ad campaign featured CK models Kate Moss and
Travis Fimmel in a new line of underwear. Of course,
it being a CK ad, the images were nothing less than
erotic - about as close to porn as you can get and
still publish in a mainstream mag. The photos of
Travis and Kate together were nothing less than
perfect art, however. Two of the most beautiful people
on the planet in an embrace sure to catch the eye of
even the most oblivious reader. Saturday would be the
"unveiling party" - when the two models would arrive
to fanfare at a local hotel here in New York. The
party invite list would include all the magazine
execs, media and other celebs. The photo op provided
the perfect launch for the new ad campaign. I, of
course, would also be there.

Let me tell you a little about myself. I'm a 25-year
old magazine hotshot. For this particular gig, I was
the "eye" - the guy who would sort through the
hundreds of photos and pick the final shots that would
become the ads. It sounds easy, but only a select few
are identified as having the eye to pick those photos
that will become the talk of the nation when they are
published. For that rare talent, I'm paid quite
handsomely. My Benz is shiny and my view of Manhattan
is unparallel. In so far as my appearance, I'm nothing
short of impressive - in fact, CK had considered me
for a spread, but nixed the line I had been tabbed for
at the last minute. I have deep brown hair, medium
length that lays messy, hanging just above my
brilliant sky blue eyes. It frames my chiseled jaw
line and full lips and square nose perfectly. I'm
obviously a workout freak. No, not like some roided up
wrestler, but my body is typical CK style. At 6'2" and
185 lbs, I get noticed by even the most beautiful of
beautiful women. Even a fair number of "straight" guys
at the gym can't help but look - even if they attempt
to quickly look away. And, it turns out, I'm bi. Who'd
of thunk? I haven't really messed around with any
guys, but I knew what I wanted and who.

Friday night was a total bust. I headed back to my
apartment where I crashed for the night. I needed my
rest anyway - the Saturday bash was sure to be a late
night affair and I wanted to be rested up.

Saturday night finally arrived. I was at work, where I
was to meet two magazine execs. We were going to ride
down in the limo together to walk the red carpet. As I
headed down to get in the limo, I was told that Kate
and Travis would be going in my limo instead of the
magazine execs. Fine by fucking me - I hated making
small talk with arrogant pricks like them anyway. I
had met Kate and Travis, independently, before. Kate
was a quick hello; while Travis was a dinner meeting
when we were doing the shoot I was slated to be in.

When I arrived downstairs, Kate was talking on a cell
phone standing in a corner. Her hair was long - about
shoulder blade length. She was wearing an incredible
dress. She looked picture perfect, not much change
from the hundreds of pictures I had gone through over
the previous three weeks except she had a lot more
clothing on now. I walked up to her as she was ending
her conversation with whoever was on the cell phone.

"Hello, Ethan," she said to me. Taken a little aback
she had remembered my name, but I did not flinch.

"Good evening, Miss Moss," I returned while lifting
her hand for a kiss on its perfect back.

"Kate, please - I'm the same fucking age as you."

Again, I was somewhat surprised by her candor and
tone. I really liked this chick.

"You got it, Kate," I said with a slight smirk on my
face. "Where's Travis at?"

"Christ - he's still in dressing room. You know how he
is - hates the fuss of these things, so he's never in
a hurry to go."

She said, not taking her eyes of mine. She turned to
look at the door, which he would appear from. Not more
than 10 seconds later, the door opened and he walked
out. The blond hair was not pulled back and the steely
blue eyes penetrated all that they looked at.

"Hey, Mate!" He said in his friendly Australian
accent.

"Travis - what's up, dude?" I said to him. Our
previous meeting had been a blast. We talked about the
industry for a bit, but we talked more about our
common interests of surfing and camping. While we
hadn't spoken since, he made it feel as though we were
regular buds. His boyish looks and grin welcomed me
along with a strong hug.

"I'd rather be in fucking Cali right now, but you now
the drill," he said.

"You ready?" Kate said, poking Travis in the ribs.

"Shit, do I have a bloody choice?"

We climbed into the limo - ladies first, followed by
Travis. As he bent over to enter the limo, his
sculptured ass was framed perfectly by the black
cotton slacks he was sporting. I couldn't help but
notice.

The limo ride over was pretty tame. We talked about
boring stuff - where we were headed. Upcoming gigs,
shit like that. Travis and I still were clicking like
old mates. Our limo finally pulled up to the hotel.
The red carpet was out. Being the "little one" of the
three, I stepped out first. There were a few photo
flashes, but nothing big. I walked up about ten feet.
Travis was next out - the ladies behind the ropes went
nuts. He smiled his "little boy, ah shucks" kinda
smile as the cameras popped. He stepped to the side
and extended his hand to help Kate out of the limo.
She smiled like a movie star, as the camera flashes
seemed like the pinnacle of an incredible
thunderstorm.

The party itself was pretty standard. While I mingled
and made small talk with execs and Calvin Klein, the
two "stars" of the show truly shined. It was after the
party that the real fireworks began. It was 2 AM when
I decided to call it quits for the night. Kate and
Travis had spent the entire night smiling and laughing
those courtesy laughs you have to give to rich
blowhards. I ran into them as they were leaving for
their hotel.

"Hey Mate - where the hell have you been all night?"
he said to me, putting his arm around my neck.

"You know the shit - same old same old." I said.

"Where are you headed now, bro? Home - I hope not?"
Travis stared at me. It's almost as if he were asking
me another question.

"Guys, I am exhausted - I'm going to head back to the
hotel," Kate said," I don't feel like spending another
night out."

"Good night, Kate," I said.

"Suit yourself," Travis fired back at her.

As Kate's limo took off, Travis turned his attention
to me.

"So, where the hell are we going?"

I hadn't given it much thought - I hadn't anticipated
hitting the town with him.

"Shit bro - there's a ton of fucking places. What are
you up for?"

At that moment, Travis gave me "the look". Like he
wanted to say "You, you fucking bastard." He finally
came out of the awkwardness and said, "whatever you
like, mate. I'm game."

I decided to put a plan in motion.

"There's a bar by my apartment. Lots of hot fucking
chicks - classy ones."

"Cool, dude," he said.

Rather than arrive at a bar in a limo - a definite
no-no - we took my Benz, which I had parked at the
hotel earlier in the day. Rarely do I drink and
usually leave without the benefit of a limo. As we
pulled into my apartment complex parking lot, things
took a quick turn.

"So tell me, mate, you fucking scored lately?"

I was stunned at the question. I knew we felt
comfortable around each other, but this was unreal.

"Fuck yeah, bro. This chick I'm seeing is the shit.
Hotter than hell. She can suck dick like nobody."

He looked at me a moment. His blue eyes were shining -
even in the dark of the parking deck.

"Fuck - you've never had a blow job like I can give."

Now, I was freaked. "Excuse me?" I stammered.

"Don't fuck with me - Excuse me - please. I know you
want to fuck me."

This was unreal - yes, I wanted to fuck him. How he
knew I have no idea.

"Fuck Travis, I... I don't know what to say."

"How about inviting me up to your fucking apartment so
we talk some more."

He smiled - that was it. We were on our way up to the
apartment and I could barely hold back tearing his
clothes off. I could tell the same feelings were
coming over him.

As we hit the apartment, I opened the door, and before
the thing could shut, clothes were flying off both our
bodies. We were naked in no time flat - two studs
staring down one another. No that fucker wasn't even
hard yet, and his 8-inch soft (yes, soft 8 inches)
cock has huge. I, on the other hand, already had my 7
inch dick hard - this fucker is hotter naked than I
ever imagined.

"Don't let the size scare you mate - it only increases
about an inch hard."

I had to keep from laughing at the comment. Only one
more inch I thought.

"What was that about your blow jobs?" I asked.

"Fuck" was the only word out of his mouth. He pushed
me down on the couch. He started by masturbating my
cock. This guy has perfect hands - he reached under
and groped by huge testicles. He slowly rubbed the
area between the sack and my asshole. This drives me
nuts - how he knew this was totally weird. I moaned a
little as he smiled, opened his mouth and licked the
head of my shaft. I had to restrain every muscle in my
body from going berserk. This fucking stud could suck
a cock. I moaned again and took a deep breath. He
continued to move his fingers back as they now landed
on my asshole. He rubbed my anus around and around as
he gobbled my cock. This guy was unreal.

"Dude - you're fucking unreal."

He just smiled with my dick deep in his mouth. I
reached down and grabbed his pecks in each hand. This
guy is so hot - his body is just fun to touch. I was
very close to coming when he let go of my dick. He
stood up in front of me and stretched. His cock was
only an inch from my mouth - it was now very hard, and
very long. Now, I had never sucked a guy off before,
but his dick is a work of art. I grabbed it and
started sucking it. He moaned and sighed and kept
doing it. A screamer I thought to myself - I fucking
love screamers.

"Suck my cock dude, suck it. Oh yeah, baby, you're not
bad yourself mate."

The taste of his precum was like sweet cream. I really
like this dick.

"Oh fuck yeah dude - keep sucking." His testicles were
pulled tight up against his body. I reached around and
grabbed his fleshy ass checks and massaged them as I
worked him in and out of my mouth. This guy was a pro.
He just kept talking dirty to me.

"There's not a fucking chance of me cumming in your
mouth. I have other ideas for this load."

With that, I popped his dick out of my mouth. We'd
spent a good 20 minutes just sucking each other.

"Fuck, I'd hope so," I said to him. Now, Travis had
obviously been with guys before. Whether or not he'd
been fucked, I had no idea. He seemed to sense my
question.

"You can't fuck me tonight, mate, but I would love to
ram my monster in your ass."

Now, having never been fucked before, I was of course
a little nervous. What the hell, I decided - besides
in my state, I really wanted that cock inside me.

"Shit dude - you better fuck my ass. It'll be its
first cock, so feed it slowly."

He smiled that wicked smile. I was still on my back on
the couch as he lifted my legs up, exposing my hole to
him. He spit on his hand and jerked his cock for a
good 10 seconds - the stick was glistening by the time
he was done.

"Alright, mate, here goes."

He grabbed my legs. I was relaxed - I have no idea
why, but Travis has a way of making you feel that way.
He aimed his cock at my hole - I was sweating with
anticipation. As his cock head made the first contact
with my hole, a chill ran down my spine. He laughed at
me. "Here goes, Mate" and with that, his head was
inside me. He moaned and I did the same. It felt so
good. He inched slowly - conscious of my request. It
felt so right to me to have this monster going inside
my ass. I yelled out.

"Fuck yeah, you stud, that cock is awesome."

He grinned as his testicles slapped my ass indicating
that he had hit home. He started pumping slowly.
"You're fucking tight dude - I really like a tight
ass. Squeezes my cock like nothing else." He kept up a
good pace, the sound of his nuts hitting my ass filled
the room in between our moans. We kept riding me.
Again, he spit on his hand, except this time, he
started jerking me off. Here we were - two studs who
could have any lady and we were fucking our brains
out. We kept at this pace for a good half hour.
Finally, I felt what could only be described as
another inch of his cock grow inside me.

"Oh fuck dude - I'm going to shoot this load straight
up your asshole!" He was really going to town on my
cock as well. It was on the verge as well. As I felt
the first load of cum splatter around my anus, I
immediately let loose the biggest load of my life.

"Fuck!" I screamed as shot after shot of cum flew thru
the air, landing on Travis, me, the couch, the floor -
all over. As his dick pulsated for what must have been
a solid two minutes, the cum started running out of my
ass.

"Yeah bro - your anus is sweet." As he slowed his
piston like motion on my ass. He removed his cock - it
glistened with cum and was still quit hard.

Travis spent the night at my place - we talk quite
often now. He has frequent trips to New York -
thankfully.