Date: Thu, 17 Apr 2003 22:53:59 -0400
From: Steve Griffin <knack6@hotmail.com>
Subject: Interviewing Ryan Seacrest 2

The men involved in this story, except Bill, who's fictional, are real
people and only used here as objects of my sick depraved fantasy. Please do
NOT read anything into their real lives or sexualities.

I really appreciated the response to chapter 1. You all had great
suggestions, and I'm going to try to incorporate most of them eventually. I
incorporate one in this chapter, I think he's pretty hot, and obviously
others do as well.

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Leering through a gauze of lust, Charlie initially thought he was delirious.
Ryan had been stripped naked and was now making out with...Ty Pennington
from Trading Spaces! The lanky, surly surf god of the home makeover genre
was fondling and sizing up Ryan's body with all the mastery he would
normally save for a sawmill. Ryan had not one ounce on fat on him, but as
Ryan tore off Ty's clothes, Charlie marveled at how slender yet supple Ty
was. His faded, paint-spattered shirt was yanked over his head by the
normally affable, sex-crazed Ryan, exposing his six-pack and large, juicy
nipples. He was a god. Even his belly button was flawless. Charlie stroked
himself again as Ryan chewed Ty's tits and kissed his way down those beach
bum abs to lick the long, dusty treasure trail. Ryan yanked open the button
flies of Ty's pants, his reward being a huge uncut cock smacking his cheek
with a gooey plop. He had to be at least 10 inches hard. Unreal. Charlie was
a big man, but even he felt an extra jolt in his loins at the pure power of
that horse meat. As Charlie ground his soaked suit pants against the wall,
Ryan peeled back Ty's dangling foreskin, licking in wide strokes to clean
every inch of Ty's fat purple cockhead. Ty threw his head back in utter
pleasure, growling the cry of a proud lion, asserting his dominance by
forcing Ryan on his entire shaft.

Charlie's eyes bugged as Ryan near-effortlessly deepthroated the flaring
snake. Charlie could practically feel that tongue tracing and suckling every
vein, every inch grooving down his esophagus to fill his gullet up with
nutritious man-sauce. He could feel Ryan's mouth on him, Ryan's tongue on
his balls. As he neared his orgasm, he imagined himself on his knees,
fellating Ty as Ty pulled his hair by the roots and derided him as a
dickslut, the cheapest kind of whore.

Charlie's closeness to the edge was so overpowering that at first he barely
noticed the extra hands cupping his front and back. Only when they squeezed
did he feel how big they were, and knew. Bill! Panicked, he tried to flee,
only to be pushed against the wall with a silent thud.

"Hot, huh? Seeing fags fucking? I dick everything I can, but I gotta admit
there's nothing that turns me on more than two strong, virile studs in heat.
Except of course a straight boy whimpering and flogging his log while he
watches the dirty boys play. All play and no work."

Too horny and weak to fight, Charlie groaned into the plaster while his
drenched shorts and boxers were ripped down to his ankles. Bill's calloused
hands crept under his shirt, molesting his nipples and light coating of
chest hair, as his denim-trapped bulge dry-humped Charlie's meaty,
hair-dusted buttocks.

"Ain't right, is it? You gotta work too, you know. Like them."

While Bill was pawing Charlie's fat babymakers, Charlie was again glued to
the action in the other room. Ryan had switched to suckling Ty's dangling
lowhangers, the enraged hose he had covered in sweat and spit jutting
against his neck and cheek. One hand scratched at Ty's perineum, Ty humming
to himself while he plucked and teased his own nipples, while Ryan's other
hand slid up and down his own wet crack, sticking two fingers inside with an
audible moan. His volume blocked out Charlie's own moan at the thick black
fingers diving into his honey hole. Bill dug and dug, whispering in
Charlie's ear what a whore he was, tonguing his ear, trapping Charlie's arms
against the walls, refusing to let the confused and crazed convert even
masturbate his pleading, leaking, fat porker. Finally Bill hit the sweet
spot in Charlie's hole, and Charlie's screams could be heard all around.

As the first few impossible wide inches began to enter him, Charlie's eyes
flew open with a start. Ty and Ryan were standing directly in front of him.
Holy shit...what would they do to him?

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If you have ANY suggestions or comments on this chapter or future chapters
(sexual positions, new guys, kinkiness, etc.) e-mail me at
knack6@hotmail.com