Date: Sun, 19 Sep 2010 01:23:25 -0700 (PDT)
From: Cool Kid <tookool4skool43@yahoo.com>
Subject: Dirty Teen Singer - Part 1

The following story is a work of fiction. All celebrities presented here are
real people, but they are treated as characters in this story. The text in no
way implies any knowledge of the celebrities' true sexuality or actions, and it
is not intended to suggest that the celebrities are straight, bisexual, or
homosexual. This is from my imagination only; the events depicted here involve
sexual acts with a minor, are fictional, and should not be considered fact. If
you are underage in your location or offended by this type of story, please do
not read.

For legal reasons I've had to keep the identity of the famous teen singer
purposefully vague, but feel free to let your imagination run wild. This is my
first time writing, but if you like it and want more please shoot me an e-mail!


tookool4skool43@yahoo.com


My name is Josh and I live in LA. I come from rural Ohio and was blessed with a
naturally athletic body and bright blue eyes. In high school I used to get all
the girls, and a few of the boys too. When I graduated I decided not to go to
college, but instead to head off to California, the land where dreams come true.
I've been trying to become an actor or model for the past few years but without
many jobs, and bills to pay, I've had to work in catering. I've been working for
a company that caters big media events for the past year and I've earned the
trust of the higher ups. So needless to say I was psyched to hear that our
company had been hired to cater a big music awards show, and that I'd been
assigned to the backstage trailers. I'd catered trailers before and though its
thankless work, I'd found that there were some perks. Last month at a VH1 event
I'd snuck back into a trailer after the show and ended up finding some of Kim
Kardashian's underwear and sold em on Ebay for a cool $5,000. A very nice tip if
I may say so myself.

Anyway, the show rolled around and it was a hectic night. My job didn't really
involve seeing any celebs, more a matter of laying out food in the trailers
before they arrive, then cleaning it up once they left, but I caught a glimpse
of Gaga and saw Kanye and his entourage. It was a crap job but I kept reminding
myself of the payday I had coming.


Finally the show was wrapping up, and I had to start cleaning out trailers. The
backlot was pretty abandoned and I figured if I was going to be supplementing my
income, this was the time. And I knew which trailer to hit up first, the one
marked `JB.' After his big win tonight, I was hoping maybe he left something
that would be valuable to collectors. The girls seemed to love the kid. And who
could blame them, there was definitely something about the cocky little fucker
that gave me a bit of a tingle in my jock. My cock started to grow and I had to
clear my mind. There would be plenty of time to beat my meat later, right now I
needed to stay focused.

I quietly opened the door to the luxurious trailer and slipped inside, the
lights were off and it seemed like the kid and his posse had left in a hurry. I
locked the door behind me, in case any supervisor came looking for me. Empty
cups and plates littered the floor. But there were coats still up on the rack
and a pair of shoes by the door. Looks like some clumsy quick-changes had gone
on in here. I quickly began reaching in the pockets of the coats, hoping that
maybe there was some kind of celeb memorabilia left over. I had a feeling teens
would pay the big bucks for something authentically his...

That's when I heard it, a muffled thud from somewhere further back in the
trailer. I froze. My first thought was that someone had beaten me here. Another
menial laborer looking to score some money off celebrity. I knew I should bolt
but I figured it couldn't hurt to see who else was sneaking around. I titptoed
towards the back room and began to see light shining dimly through a cracked
door. As I snuck closer the sounds became more bizarre. There was thudding, but
also a high moaning. I was confused by this point, but I decided to go for it
and peek through the crack in the door. What I saw I wont ever forget.

Lying on a bed, eyes shut was the naked (but for socks) teenage heartthrob. His
back was arched and he was thrusting his hard dick into his hand. His body was
almost entirely raised off the bed and his face was a silent scream of pleasure.
I couldn't believe what I was seeing, but my cock started to harden instantly.
With each thrust, his young lean body would flex upward, driving his pale, uncut
penis into his clenched fist. His abs tightened at the peak of each thrust,
showing off the beginnings of a six-pack. His skin was smooth and alabaster,
with only a light puff of soft brown hair under each arm and above his groin.
With each thrust he would let out a hoarse little moan and the bed would thud
into the wall behind him. My dick was fully hard and I groped it furiously
through my black dress pants. I realized that this might be the hottest thing
I'd ever seen, it was like watching a beautiful little angel in his most private
moments. Each moan was a little louder and each thrust a little higher. Suddenly
threw his head back and moaned.

"Oh yeah dude, show me your big fat dick."

My jaw nearly dropped to the floor. He let out his biggest groan yet and bit his
plump lower lip. I didn't know if I could take any more. And I moaned. Not on
purpose -- and I stopped myself as soon as I realized that I was making noise --
but it was too late. He froze and his head snapped in my direction. I'd been
caught red handed.