Date: Sat, 15 May 2010 09:05:54 -0500
From: Joseph Biggers <josephbiggers@gmail.com>
Subject: Max Thieriot and Allan Hyde Chapter 2

"Max Thieriot and Allan Hyde"
by Joseph Biggers

Disclaimer:  This story is entirely fiction.  I do not know Max Thieriot or
Allan Hyde and this story is not meant to be an actual depiction of either
of their lives.  I do not make claim to know their true sexuality nor is
this story intended to imply that either of them are actually homosexual.

Have any questions, comments, criticism, or insults?  Contact me at
josephbiggers@gmail.com

Chapter 2

I felt much, much better this afternoon than I had in days.  The sun was
shining in New York but the air was still cold in March, unlike California.


I sat in the terminal with my face down at my phone, hoping no one would
notice me.  I made myself look busy but I kind of was.  I searched online
for Allan Hyde to see what I could find out.  Not too much in the way of
words but there were several pictures of him online.  Pictures in novelty
shirts, some he was all dressed up for premieres, and in others he was
shirtless.  I stared at the pictures on my phone, imagining all of the
possibilities.  I thought about hugging him, kissing him, licking him,
fucking him, it all came to mind and I couldn't seem to get enough.

"Well hello again, Max."  He said with the sound of his voice sending
goosebumps down my arms.

"Hey," I responded nervously and quickly hit the end key on my phone.

"I figured you would be here," Allan admitted.

I looked at my phone and noticed it had frozen on this big shirtless picture
of him so then I repeatedly hit the end key hoping it would go away
immediately.

"How are you feeling?"  I questioned him.

"Excellent!"  He said.  "May I sit with you?"

"Of course," I assured him, still trying to make the shirtless Allan
disappear from my phone.

"What's wrong with it?"  He asked pointing at my cell.

"Oh nothing, it just freezes a lot," I told him as I almost pushed the end
key through the front of the phone.

He reached his hand out and asked, "May I?"

"No really, I mean it will be fine," I tried to convince him.

"Okay," he complied.

At this point in time I had become severely impatient.  I flipped the phone
around, took off the back cover and removed the battery.  My heart was
racing but seeing the blank screen helped me calm down immensely.

"Problem solved." I said holding both pieces in my hands.

For a little bit we talked.  I was getting to know small details about him,
like when he came to the US, how he got the role of a very old vampire, and
other things.  Although our conversation was very informative, it stayed
just that.

They called our flight for boarding and I felt reluctant to leave him for my
assigned seat.  We already compared tickets and did the math to find out we
were sitting on opposite ends of the plane.

He wore a gray sweater that hugged his form perfectly.  You could see his
muscles coming through it.  I thought about those muscles in the picture,
how they weren't all out of control and full of veins. How they were just
perfect.  I imagined touching his body first with my hand, then tasting it
with my mouth.  I stood behind him in line.  He was also wearing jeans,
frayed at one of the back pockets, kind of low riding but perfectly, and I
do mean perfectly forming around his ass.  Through the fray I could see
orange boxers or briefs, I could not tell but from what little of them I
could see they appeared to be tight with his skin.

I wanted him so badly.  I wanted to feel his face, his hair, his chest,
stomach.  I wanted to do such dirty things to Allan Hyde and I could not
stop staring at him.  There was a voice in the back of my head that said
stop, people will notice, but I did not care.

"How about you?"  He asked.

"I'm sorry what was that?" I questioned him quickly removing my eyes from
their inappropriate stare.

"I said I can't wait to get home."

"Me either."  I said out of fear, wondering if he had caught me staring at
him.

He boarded the plane before me and by the time I got on I could see him all
the way in the back of the plane.  I wanted to sit next to him but since the
flight was completely booked I didn't want to go through the awkwardness of
asking someone to trade seats with me.

Five minutes after I sat down we continued our conversation via text
message.

Allan:  So what do u do when your not busy...have a girlfriend?

Me: no I don't, and u?

Allan:  Nope!

For a few moments there was nothing.

Allan:  I want to be bold but I am not sure I should.

Me:  What do u mean?

Allan:  Lol, ummm, idk if I should say it, u might feel weird.

Me:  u would be surprised, I'm very open minded.

Allan:  you're a very attractive person.

At once I was excited that he was brave enough to make this move.

Allan:  sorry if that offends you I just had to get it off my chest.

I wanted to respond with something, anything that would assure him I felt
the same way.

Me:  you're incredibly hot :)

Our flight took off an hour late, our flight which put an end to our
electronic conversation.  I ordered a drink as flying made me nervous and
felt its effects straight away.  The inflight movie was ten minutes in when
Allan surprised me with a tap on my shoulder and handed me a folded up piece
of paper.  After this I watched him walk away and into the bathroom.

Max,
I know this is extremely lame, but I just want to kiss you.  Meet me where I
just went in five minutes.

I was amazed, I was aroused, excited.  A part of me felt dirty about kissing
him in the bathroom but the idea of kissing him was most important.

After five minutes have passed I got up from my seat and headed for the
bathroom.  I looked around to see if anyone was watching out of fear they
would realize that somebody was already in the stall I was going for.  I
tapped on the door twice and Allan opened the door.  I stepped into the very
small room and right off he pressed his lips into mine.

It was fantastic.  Realizing right away that I was taller than he was I bent
my head down so that he would not have to stand on his toes.  He was an
expert at kissing.  His warm lips were only complimented by his warm hands
as they embraced the middle of my back.  Without warning his tongue slipped
slight into my mouth and I mirrored him with touching the tip of my tongue
to his.  Goosebumps again raced down my arms and chills up my back.

I stared with one hand in his shoulder and the other on the back of his
head.  His short brown hair was as soft as the clouds we flew through and I
loved the texture of it as I ran my hand the opposite direction in which it
grew.  I felt for his back with both hands and could almost visualize what I
was feeling.  I could tell he was muscular here also, but not the
overwhelming kind.  I moved one hand to his side, and another to his chest,
feeling his defined pecs before his perfectly flat abdomen.  Then I moved
both hands to his lower back with the tips of a few fingers resting beneath
his waist line.

I stopped kissing him for a moment to ask, "may I?"

"You may."  He said with a slight head nod and a wonderful sparkle in his
eye.

I returned my lips to his and with that I slightly forced my hands beneath
his belt so that they had full handfuls of his bare ass.  I kind of smiled
since I only intended to get past the jeans and not his boxers but oh well.


His hands were exploring my body just the same and he stopped with the tips
of his fingers hooked into my front waist line, barely touching my pubes.

Without him having to ask I said, "you may."

Right off his right hand slid down the front of my pants and he gently
grabbed my hardened dick.  I let off a soft moan in his ear as he
simultaneously began to suck on my neck.  He removed his hand for a moment
and began to undo my belt, but he ran into some trouble.

"This goes faster if I do it," I informed him while I undid my pants myself.

This allowed him easier access to everything and he began to play with my
balls as he stroked my dick.  It was rough on my sensitive skin, but felt so
good.  He began to kiss his way down my chest, then my stomach until he was
kind of kneeling in front of me in the cramped room.  Then he took both
hands and pulled down my jeans and boxers.  With this I could hear and feel
my dick slapping against my lower stomach.

"Very nice," he complemented.

"Thank you," I responded as a rush of blood came to my face.

At first he played with it for a moment, then his mouth was on my balls.
This was a first for me and the feeling was almost too much to bare.  His
tongue flickered across my skin like a snake and it tickled but felt so
incredibly good.  He continued to work my cock in his hands then without
warning he licked the head.  I quivered a little bit but instantly learned
to control my reactions as he took all of it into his mouth.  The feeling of
warmth was amazing as his lips circumferenced the base of my dick.  I wanted
to let it all go right then and there but again quickly learned to control
it.

At first his head motions were slow, and intoxicating.  I rubbed my hands
through his very short hair, again running them the opposite way in which is
grew.  I wanted to grab his ears and face fuck him so badly but I felt this
would be rude.  I was amazed at watching his skill as he would start at the
tip and in a split second swallow me whole.  My head could feel the back of
his throat and throbbed whenever it felt the vibrations caused by his
moaning.  He looked at me from below as he worked me and at first I thought
it was kind of weird to stare him right in the eyes during this but having
let go of all inhibition I began to like staring right back.  The look in
his eyes was that of an angel, an angel that's an expert at giving head.

The more he went at it, the more my body shook.  At times I had to stop
watching him so that I could hold on just a bit longer.  His perfect lips
felt amazing as they slightly squeezed my head, then his tongue came out and
flickered around the rim.  I kept touching his ears, but very gently and
kept reminding myself not to grab them, not to force the back of his head
down on my cock.  I felt like an animal and had to constantly remind myself
to remain human.

"I'm gonna cum," I whispered.

But he did not stop.  Instead he grabbed my balls, pressing a few fingers
with pressure beneath them and began to work me faster than he did before.

With that I felt the sensation running up my legs, down my back and to the
tip of my dick as I unloaded in Allan's mouth.  Each shot sent my body
thrusting forward as we both quietly moaned.  The feeling was immense and I
must have cummed a lot since it seemed to go on forever.  It was almost too
much to bare and I had to stop him as my cock was extremely sensitive in his
mouth.

No words were spoken and after he stood up again I just kissed him.

Wasting no time I began to undue his belt and quickly moved on to the fly of
his jeans.  He helped me and pulled them down himself.  I didn't slowly kiss
my way down to his dick as he did mine, I was just so hungry for the boys
cock.

He stood in full hardness, probably about six, six and a half inches, but
something was different.  I began to stroke him and instantly realized that
there was more skin than meets the eye.

"I am uncircumcised, I hope you don't mind."  He apologized.

At first I was speechless, I've never seen one that was uncut, at least not
in real life.  It was hard to tell with him being hard.  Only when you
pulled on it did the skin partially cover his head.  He was very clean and
without even knowing it before I actually like the extra part of him.

Immediately I dove into his dick, trying to swallow all of it at once but
having more problem than he did.  He tasted slightly of salt, mostly of
flesh.  The taste of his precum was good, yet very starchy on my tongue.
After licking it from his head I continued working him with my mouth.
Getting better at taking him deep into my throat and when coming up I
swirled my tongue around his head, making him quiver and moan every time I
did this.

I wondered if he had to keep control as I did since he continuously moved
his hands from barely touching my ears to slightly rubbing on the back of my
head.  A part of me actually wanted him to push down on the back of my head,
to grab me by my ears and fuck the hell out of my mouth.  I wanted him to be
rough but I wouldn't say so, not yet at least.

He said something I couldn't understand and I stopped blowing him for a
moment to ask, "what?"

"Nothing, keep going," he said guiding the back of my head back down his
cock.

As I became a pro at sucking Allan's dick, he grabbed me with both hands by
the jaw line and held it still.

"I'm going to cum," He announced.

He kind of bent over me as spurt after spurt of warm cum hit my tongue, and
the back of my throat.  He came as much as I did and probably more as when
it was all said and done I got three mouth fulls of Allan Hyde's cum.

I continued to clean up his cock with my tongue and he quivered every time
my tongue touched it.  I knew the feeling and stopped before he stopped me.


I stood up and faced him.  Both of us were naked from the waist down and I
leaned my whole body into his to kiss him.  Both of our softening dicks were
pressed against each other and since the airplane bathroom was freezing cold
I enjoyed the warmth his body gave me.