Date: Mon, 26 May 2003 22:54:10 -0400 From: Steve Griffin <knack6@hotmail.com> Subject: Interviewing Ryan Seacrest 3 I don't own or intend to speculate on the sexualities of Ryan Seacrest, Charlie Maher, or Ty Pennington. I do own Bill, a fictional character, and have no problem speculating on his sexuality. Please don't distribute or archive this fantasy without my permission. Don't read if you aren't over 18. I'm sorry for the delay guys, I know it's been much too long. Please, keep sending your e-mails though, I love them! -- His exposed, sex-wracked body groped and gripped at every turn by a sea of manly hands, Charlie couldn't quite adjust to the situation he was is in. Whatever the position was, it certainly wasn't missionary. He had been literally carried to the bed, the thick hairs on his muscled thighs and calves glued to his pinkish skin from sweat and spatterings of semen. His intense brown eyes, half-closed from perspiration, fluttered on the orgy around him...about him. All about Charlie. Ryan Seacrest licked his unblemished arches, Bill the black cameraman massaged his hairy belly and stroked his thick meat, Ty kissed his flushed cheeks with his fat mushroom head, leaving trails of slime on his cheeks, chin, forehead, nose, eyelids, leaning over to lick that handsome mug clean. They seemed to work in tandem - Ryan sucked both big toes deep, Ty sucked his tongue deep down, far enough to tug at the roots and dominate his mouth, Bill deep-throated his shaft as he carefully paced his pumping of Charlie's thick dick. Charlie writhed at the various sensations, arching into Bill's mouth, gripping the back of Ty's head as their tongues dueled in a swashbuckling frenzy, wiggling his lithe digits in the pool of saliva dripping around Ryan's stuffed face. The sensation burring into his tight hole, the long, gooey fingers raping his pucker, brought him to his final destination of complete orgasmic insanity. Grunting and gasping in Ty's mouth, he shot his wad, first into a deep chasm, then into the cold, open air. His cannon flailed from side to side, spraying all the hungry men with a creamy shower. They surrounded him in triangle fashion, manipulating every part of his vulnerable body, rolling his low-hangers, extending his semen show for an agonizing eternity. When Charlie finally finished shooting, his eyes, nose and mouth were glued shut by his cum facial. He had *never* gone this far over the edge with a woman or even with his own hand. As he felt the weight on the bed lessen, his heart raced in fear and his spent shaft throbbed in curiousity as to what might happen next. "The camera does love him, and now it's REALLY going to love him," he heard Ryan saying. A clicking noise went off near the foot of the mattress. Charlie swallowed hard. He couldn't let them FILM this! "Hey, y-you guys...don't...UNNGGGHHH..." His plea was preempted by 3 fingers sharpy diving into his asshole. How could this be happening, and why was his cock slowly filling back up at the thought of this porno. Bill's hollow laughter rung in his ears. "Look at that slut start back up again! He loves this. Hey Ryan, get a shot between his legs." Charlie moaned an unconvicing no as Ty and Bill spread his beefy legs apart and against his chest. His hair-dusted cheeks were lewdly spread open. Charlie imagined watching himself on TV, or millions watching him, his face distorted, his chest heaving and sweating, his man-pussy twitching and quivering for their approval. Charlie groaned at the very image, and even louder at the tongue sliding down his greasy entrance. "Showtime, boys. This is what I refer to as Raping Spaces...just kidding Charlie." Charlie could picture that surfer-dude, stoned grin of Ty's as easily as he could feel the long, wide log making it's presence known inside his tight chute. Back and forth, with no mercy, Ty slammed home, with Charlie slowly overcoming the pain and absorbing the pleasure. Finally Ty pulled out of the velvet glove, giving a true money shot all over Charlie's chest and thighs. Bill was next, even fatter than Ty, but surprisingly gentle in comparison. Charlie heard Ryan's husky moans and the camera being set on a nearby table. The slick, sloppy sounds and harsh whispers from his former interview subject suggested Ty was sampling that Idol-worthy bubble butt. Charlie envived Ty, but Ryan too, before Bill wrapped his being up in a passionate kiss and gallon after gallon of sperm. A wet plop indicated Ty had yanked himself out of Ryan. Charlie sensed and hazily saw the 3 very different, very sexy studs surrounding him again, standing over him, leering and lusting. Ty spoke up. "Well Billy, now that you've given him jungle fever, let's cool ol' Charlie down." Both men glanced at him and then Charlie in bafflement, until they heard the light trickle from his half-hard shaft. Slowly but surely, he erupted to a full stream. Bill was next, and finally Ryan, all 3 hunks giving their new friend a dirty golden shower. Charlie opened his mouth to protest and nearly gagged on the stench and bitter urine taste. As he had to swallow, he began to adjust to the acrid smell, and to his surprise, his cock erupted for yet another heavy load. While the guys were shaking their flaccid, weary prongs, they smiled at his reaction. "You really are a pig bottom, Charlie. Oink oink. We've been at this for hours, so maybe we should get some sleep before we fuck your ass again." Surprisingly, that one was from Ryan. The 3 men nestled beside Charlie under the covers, wrapping their arms, thighs, and cocks around him as well as each other. For all their machismo, their touches and whispers were tender, even loving. Charlie felt warm, utterly safe, and strangely enough...fulfilled. He dozed off, wondering what tomorrow would bring. -- Again, *please* send your suggestions, thoughts, or even to say how hot this stuff got you, to knack6@hotmail.com. I'd love to hear from you. If not then there probably won't be a chapter 4, because feedback is what keeps writers going.