Date: Thu, 12 May 2016 17:03:21 +0000 (UTC)
From: Eric R <xtorr3@yahoo.com>
Subject: I Fell in Love with Jose Canseco - Celebrity

My name is Eric. I am a skinny, 5'8 nerdy white boy. And this is the story
of how I came to love the Latin muscle god Jose Canseco.

It's 2010 and I just graduated from ITT tech. It was summer and I had been
looking for a job for about two months now. There were so many tech support
jobs out there, but they all preferred a couple of years of hands on
experience. After two months of not getting any replies I took some
creative liberty with my resume. I added one past employment record with a
dummy website, even made myself some freelance business cards. It took me
all afternoon to make the website for the business, a car wash that had
closed down last year.

I had my friend Chris, who had a real deep, stern voice, be the fake
manager and put his cell number as a reference. Chris was a burnout and
lived at home, so he had all the time in the world. A week later I had my
first interview lined up. It was in Santa Monica, working for a start up. I
met both of the owners at a cafe. Both of them were in their early 30's,
really handsome and professional looking.

Instead of being asked questions about technology I was asked some personal
questions What do I do after work, do you like to go clubbing, do you have
a gf. Nothing, not really, no... not really into girls. The interview was
over soon after that. They said that I wasn't a right fit for the culture
of the company. My first interview ended in complete and utter failure. I
left the cafe and wandered around. I paid for an hour of street parking and
had only been 10 minutes in the cafe so I wanted to make the most of it.

I decided to go to Whole Foods and maybe buy a drink. I was at the beverage
aisle when I heard a man's voice an aisle behind scream at his phone.

Ahh shit! Stupid app! Not again! ?Fucking phone!

I walked around to the other side and saw this huge 6'4 guy in a tank top
and board shorts fiddling with his phone.

Oh great, now you're fucking frozen!

My heart was racing; I'm sure my face was beginning to redden but I
mustered up some courage and walked over to him.

"Um... Are you having phone problems, Sir?" I asked.

He turned to me and looked me over.

"I am. Hey! Are you one of the Geek Squad guys?"  His face went form
flustered to kind of relieved. I wasn't geek squad but I wasn't about to
disappoint him.

"Yes I am! Eric here." I extended my hand. "What seems to be the problem?"

He shook my hand. My got his hands were so big!

"Jose." He said. "I'm trying to submit some paperwork that needs to happen
ASAP. And my phone doesn't want to send it."  He handed me his phone.

We worked together for a few minutes. I force rebooted his phone, converted
his work doc to a PDF, reduced the size with an app I helped him download
and we submitted his document. He stared at me and smiled.

"Holy shit that was fast!" His phone buzzed. "Application confirmed
complete. Fuck yeah!!!" He extended his hand again and we shook hands, his
handshake was even firmer this time. I winced. "Oh sorry about that
buddy. I mean Eric! You're seriously a lifesaver man!"

His phone started to get a phone call.

"Ah shit I have to take this." The stud said. I began to frantically look
through my wallet. I pulled out my business card and gave it to him.

"If you ever need any tech help let me know!" I gave him a dorky smile.

"Thanks man!" He turned around, took his call, and walked away.

I walked back to the beverage aisle, picked up an organic coke and smiled.

I arrived back home to my single apartment. It was a dark shoebox of an
apartment but it got the job done. It was all I could afford with the
graduation money my friends and family had given me. I tossed myself on the
bed and thought about the big stud I had just met. He's never going to
contact me. I thought to myself as I closed my eyes and fell asleep.

I woke up a few hours later to the sound of my phone buzzing. I reached
around in the dark room for the light switch. I picked up my phone and had
a text from an unknown number.

J -Hey Eric it's Jose. Wanted to ask which Geek Squad you work at so I
could drop by and give you something for the help you gave me.

I looked at my phone for a while and decided to fess up.

E- Hey Jose, I actually don't work for the Geek Squad. I'm unemployed right
now.

J -Ah I see. So does that mean you have time to come help me out with some
other computer issues I have? I'll pay for your time of course. 50 an hour
sound fair?

E- Yeah that sounds great! Want to work at a Starbucks or something?

J- Not really, just come to my place man. It's in Manhattan Beach. Tomorrow
at 10:30 good for you?

E- Yes!

I could hardly sleep that night. I woke up early the next day, made some
coffee and sorted my tech equipment. I decided to wear some slacks and a
grey polo shirt. I drove out to Manhattan and found his place, the gorgeous
three-story home with American and Cuban flags out front.

I rang the doorbell. I wasn't ready for what was behind. Jose opened the
door and was shirtless. His hair was tousled and he only had on black
briefs. There was a considerable bulge in the front of the black briefs. He
wasn't toned, he was beefy and solid. I felt like I was going to faint for
a second.

"Is this a bad time? I can com back?" I said, already stepping back.

"No man, I was just sunbathing on my deck. Ladies love the tan." He stepped
aside, "Come on in Bud." He led us to the second floor, The view from
behind as we walked up the stairs was making my heart race. His huge
muscular ass bulged and bounced as he took each step. I started to get
hard; hopefully he wouldn't notice my 4 inch erection.

His home was really nice on the inside, sporty, but classy. There was a
huge 70" TV in the living room and trophies all over.  Some places in the
house looked really empty, like someone had just moved out.

"Go ahead and sit at that table." I sat down quickly to conceal my
boner. "Can I get you anything? He asked from the kitchen as I heard a can
open and fizz.

"Some water would be nice." I replied as I set my things on the table. He
returned with a Perrier and I tried my hardest not to stare at his stunning
body.

"Thank you."

"Make yourself comfortable while I put some clothes on." He went upstairs
for a few minutes and came back wearing some shorts and a white V-neck. He
brought down his laptop as well.

"I just bought this thing a few months ago and already it's turned into
crap." He placed a huge 17" Lenovo computer adorned with shiny stickers
detailing it's expensive components.

I started to run some diagnostics and I tried to delete an app. I had him
type in his password to delete the app. It asked for a password so
frequently Jose just got sick of it and just wrote his password down for
me. Bas3ballz.

"Wow you're really into baseball." I said, playful but serious.

He looked at me and narrowed his brow. "You really don't know who I am do
you?"

"Um no? sorry." I replied, turning red.

"No wonder you didn't ask for an autograph when we met!" He let out a
laugh. "I'm Jose Canseco, kid. Former MLB player. I'm sure your dad would
probably know me." He laughed again. "This is actually pretty cool, I'm
used to people using me because I'm famous, prefer working with guys who
wont be asking about baseball every two seconds. I need a break from all of
that sometimes too"

I just smiled and went back to work. An hour later after my tinkering I had
Jose check his laptop again. It was running much better.

"It's really hot today, could I have another water?"

"Yeah man." He went to the kitchen and got a water. "Hot weather is perfect
tanning weather. But you wouldn't know anything about that would you?" He
gave me a sly grin. I blushed.

"Ha! I'm only teasing you. Would you like to try it out? We finished at the
perfect time. It's noon and the Sun is perfect right now."

"Um I'm not sure? I've never ?"

"That's the perfect reason to do it! No c'mon, leave all that shit down
here and lets go up to my balcony."

We went up the balcony and I was surprised by how beautiful the view
was. Jose's three-story place towered over the neighbors, it was very
private. There were two lounging chairs, some towels, and a table with some
oils and lotion.

"Take off your clothes and use that lotion over there. Use as much as you'd
like that stuff is the best." Jose took off his shirt. "Ah shit forgot my
phone."

While he went downstairs I stripped down to my boxers, I lotioned my chest
shoulders, legs. I started to feel comfortable. I reclined back and enjoyed
the sun.

Jose returned. He placed his phone on the table and stripped off his
shorts. I nearly choked when I saw him strip off his briefs as well off the
corner of my eye.

 "I don't like tan lines, hope you don't mind Bud."

"No I don't mind." I heard Jose chuckle and murmur something. I was too
afraid to sneak a look at the naked jock.

Some time went on and I felt myself falling asleep. I was suddenly awoken
by some loud and deep snores. My heart began racing again. I leaned up and
looked over to the naked bronze god. I honestly felt like I was dreaming
because he looked perfect. His big chest was raising and falling with every
breath/snore. His whole muscular body looked like it was made of bronze; it
glistened so majestically under the sun. But what really took my breath
away was the fat, hard piece of meat sticking up proudly into the air. It
must have been over 8 inches easily! I was so transfixed by the throbbing
cock I didn't realize Jose had woken up and caught me ogling.

"You just going to stare at it all day or are you going to suck it?"

"You knew I was?gay?"

"Yeah bud, from the moment we met. I could tell by how you looked at
me. There were lots of gays in the locker room. I consider myself Bi, just
don't go announcing that."? "Now come over here and suck on my big fat
cock."

I walked over to where he was lounging. He spread his legs wider, giving me
access. I knelt down and started to suck on the head. His cock was easily
the biggest cock I've ever sucked. As soon as my shyness went away, my
inner cock-slut came out. I began kissing, licking, worshipping Jose's
Cuban manhood. I knew I was doing a good job because Jose started moaning
and thrusting his hips. He grabbed onto the back of my head and started to
skull-fuck me. I could feel his thick cock completely plug up my
throat. His cock beat-up my tonsils. I was moaning like a little slut,
whimpering, trying to be a good faggot.

"That's it baby? Just like that!" He continued his assault on my throat
when he suddenly stood up.  He grabbed the back of my head and shoved me
firmly against his pelvis; he impaled me on his cock. I could feel his
manhood throb even bigger as he shot his load down my throat. The jock
moaned and bucked. His orgasm felt like it lasted for a whole minute, I was
afraid I was going to pass out from lack of oxygen. He finally stopped
cumming and pulled his cock out of my mouth. Some more cum dribbled out of
the fat cock and I lapped it all up, savoring the taste.

"Come here man" He grabbed my hand and lifted me up to my feet. I was
shocked when he leaned down and kissed me. He swirled his tongue all around
my mouth. His lips felt so good! Latinos are the best kissers! He pulled
away, his chin coated with cum now too.

"Jose?I"

"Shhh shhh shhh." He placed a big finger over my lips.

He got on his knees and pulled my boxers down. I was worried he was going
to laugh at my 4 inch cock but he just took in in his mouth and started
sucking. He sucked my cock like he kissed; passionately! It felt so good,
it all felt so unreal. In no time I was quivering and shaking. I shot my
load into his mouth. The amount of cum I shot paled in comparison to the
Cuban god. He stood up and kissed me again. The taste of our cum together
was heavenly. He pulled me into his big strong arms.

"Let's schedule another appointment for next week? After we hit the
showers!" Jose said with a chuckle.

End of Part 1

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-Eric