From: ethand99@aol.com (EthanD99) Subject: A Brad Renfro Story Date: 1 Nov 1996 00:04:46 -0500 This story is intended only for adults over the age of 21 who are interested in explicit, erotic literature. The story is fiction; no described events or circumstances concerning actual celebrities are true. -------------------------------------------------------------------------- --------------------------------- Me and Brad My name is Justin Daye. I'm sixteen and I live with my parents in Hollywood, California. For the past few years, I've been trying to break into the movies. My folks started me doing commercials when I was very young, and since then, I've had small roles on TV and in films. Perhaps you've seen me in a few of them. Hopefully I'll really be discovered and get some starring roles soon. I've been very lucky to work on some movies with famous people. I don't always get to spend much time with them, but when I do, the experience is great. I have had conversations with Robert DeNiro, Tim Robbins, and Christian Slater, who have all offered me good advice on show business and told me some incredible stories. What happened while working on my last movie, though, is unbelievable, and I have to tell you all about it. You see, the last movie I did is called Tomorrow Lasts Forever. We filmed it over three months during the summer. It will probably be released next summer, so look for it. It's a coming-of-age movie starring Brad Renfro as a fifteen-year old who falls in love and loses his virginity during a summer at sleepaway camp. I play one of the campers who is his friend. I also had three scenes with him, so we spent quite a bit of time together and I got to know him very well. Teen idols drive me crazy, and I'm secretly crazy about Brad. I was so thrilled to learn I would be working with him. In real life, he is so cool. Even more blond and gorgeous than he looks in the pictures, he's really cocky and confident, and he sneaks cigarettes off camera. He has a great sense of humor and likes to tell dirty stories and jokes. Well, something amazing happened to me during the making of the movie: my wildest dreams came true, and I got to know Brad better than I ever thought I would. The events unfolded something like this. Sometime in August, we had just finished shooting scenes outdoors, and the weather was incredibly hot. We had a two hour break, and lighting a cigarette, he asked me if I wanted to go for a walk. I was anxious to get some exercise, so of course I agreed. The film was shooting on a large campground in California, so we headed off toward the woods. We were chatting about this and that, the events of the day, while Brad smoked his cigarette, wiped sweat off his brow, and made some comments on the scene he had just filmed. Suddenly, frustrated by the heat, he interrupted himself with "Man, it is so fuckin' hot outside!" Simultaneous with his comment, he reached down and pulled his t-shirt up over his head. He thought nothing of it, but I was totally stunned...I just kept walking with my tongue almost hanging out, my eyes fixated on the golden torso that had just been revealed to me. He shoved his shirt into his shorts, and he was talking about something, but I couldn't concentrate. He was so goddamned gorgeous!: totally smooth chest with a light mist of sweat, well defined teenage pecs, button nipples, faint blond trail leading down from beneath his bellybutton, nicely defined arms with wisps of blond hair underneath... It must have looked like I was sweating because Brad said "It's so damn hot, man, why don't you take off your shirt too?" Suddenly I felt my heart rate speed up and my bone throb in my shorts. Just the idea of having a shirtless walk with my idol was enough to give me serious wood! So of course, I did, and we walked with our teen chests bared to the sun for quite a while. A little later, we passed a shallow stream, and Brad and I peeled off our socks and sneakers to walk across. He even had incredible feet! I would have liked to drape his sweaty socks over my face, pull out my dick and start jerking off, but I thought better of it. Soon we sat down in the shade underneath a tree, shirts off, Nikes and socks scattered on the ground. He lit another cigarette and offered me one, but I refused. He sat on the ground, leaning against a tree, and I sat on the grass facing him as he inhaled the cigarette smoke and closed his eyes. Next, Brad shocked me with the statement: "Dude, man....I am SO damn horny! God, I could use a fuck." He went on to tell me that he had filmed a really hot kissing/ make-out scene with one of the actresses in the movie earlier in the day and had popped the biggest fucking boner. "I wonder if she'll let me fuck her." I was incredibly turned on by his sexual forthrightness. We talked a little more and as the conversation got increasingly explicit, he confided to me that he had already fucked eleven different girls. I guess I wasn't surprised. He was after all a hot young superstar. I didn't have the nerve to tell him I was still a virgin, so I said I'd just screwed two girls. He went on to tell me how much he loved to fuck and how easy it was to "bag pussy." Brad smiled and confided to me that he sometimes dug guys too. "Uh huh," I stammered, and just stared, my dick engorging with blood. Abruptly, Brad stood up and said, "Will you excuse me a minute?" I asked, "Gotta take a leak?" With a shake of his blond hair and a wry smile, he said, "Acually, Justin, I need to jerk off!" My cock sprang to rapt attention. I just kept thinking to myself....oh fuck...oh fuck...oh yeah! This was Brad-fucking-Renfro here who was into guys and about to jack off! His next words, however, got me so wildly excited and horny that I thought I would pass out: "Want to join me?" All my teenage adolescent hormones pulsed and pounded in my head at the thought of doing this. I could smell my own sweat and felt my balls drawing close to the base of my dick. Brad then laughed and pointed at my crotch: "Looks like you're pretty damn horny too!" I was so fucking embarrassed. The knob of my erect cockhead was making a little bulge in my shorts, and a small circle of moisture had seeped through my underwear and right through the fabric of my shorts: a slick dot of precum! I quickly turned around, wiped off the spot, and repositioned my dick so it didn't pop out so much. As I was fixing up, Brad said, "Well man, I'm having a jerk. You could come if you like." With that, he trotted deeper into the woods. A few moments later, drawn by some indescribable force, I followed, wondering how this all was going to turn out. I came upon Brad behind a large oak. He was totally naked now, his shorts and Calvins littering the forest floor. His face was sweaty, his brow furrowed, and his hand wrapped tightly around the most incredible hard dick you could ever imagine. It was about six or seven inches long, curving slightly upward, with a big, gorgeously sculpted head. The organ was crowned with a small thatch of blond pubic hair, and his tight balls were pulled close to the underside of his cock. A large drop of golden honey-colored pre-cum dangled beautifully from the slit as he furiously pumped his inches. He looked up at me, and then, completely casually, as if nothing unusual was going on, he said "Hey, dude," then went right on back to his cock-pulling. I stood there for what seemed like an eternity, my eyes wide and mouth open, staring at the king of the teen idols pulling his meat and worshipping himself. One hundred percent hot blond teenage male sex drive at work. He looked up at me again, and said simply: "Strip down, fucker." I needed no more invitation than that. In one pull, I had my shorts and underwear down at my feet. My cock was finally free from its cloth prison. I wasted not a second getting to work, jerking myself furiously. I had already been highly aroused for quite some time. Brad and I both kept our eyes glued to each other, with dazed half-smiles on our faces. The joy of watching each other hand-fuck was obvious. We were both getting off on it, big time. Brad is very perceptive. He must have seen the desire in my eyes when he turned to face me, his cock perfectly perpendicular to his torso, and said, "Suck me, man." No question, no hesitation, no nothing. Just the way I like it. And he knew it. I stepped toward him, dropped to my knees, grabbed his teen dick with one hand, and swept my tongue across the drop of precum that had tantalized me so badly. It tasted as good as it looked! He let out a groan of pure desire as he felt my mouth engulf his tool. "Oh yeah, suck it, motherfucker!," he groaned. Well, after that, I just went fucking crazy on that golden teen cock. All my ecstatic jerk-off fantasies were coming true all at once. I sucked dick like my life depended on it; I took his hot meat all the way into my throat, until his bush pressed up flat against my nose and his testicles lightly touched my chin. I went nuts, eating, sucking, breathing cock, getting high off of it like a joint. Every so often, I pulled it completely out and cleaned off the tip, gently easing my tongue into the slit. I would even pull the slit apart a little bit with my fingers so my tongue could get a little more inside. Brad writhed and grunted with unbridled pleasure! My idol leaned back against the tree as I explored his balls, sucking them one at a time, and burying my face in his crotch. The smell was incredible: hot, musky, teenage stud. As I sucked, he started to masturbate me...with his foot!--rubbing it up and down the length of my ultrahard tool. His toes moved around my cockhead and up and down the shaft. Finally, I heard the words I was waiting to hear. Brad exclaimed, "Fuck, man, I'm gonna shoot!" "Do it, man, do it!" I replied excitedly. "Give me your sperm!" This was one load I wasn't going to miss. I wanted it all, on me and inside me. "Ah, fuck, yeah...shit!" Renfro let his cum erupt while his cock was lodged in my throat. I felt his cock twitch and the flow rise up through the length of his meat. He must have shot out six or seven copious ribbons of semen, as it was still shooting as he pulled out, filling my mouth with the most insanely delicious teencreem. As his cockhead left my lips, a ribbon of glistening jism still connected my mouth to it. My lips were smeared and glossy with the stuff. I licked them off and did a washjob on the head of his cock. Simultaneous with his orgasm, my cock exploded, jetting white streams of sperm all over his foot. I bent down and gave him a toe job, sucking his feet and eating my spunk off of them. I looked up into my lover's eyes, my heart filled with admiration, sex, and idolatry, and said, "Brad, man, I love you...I need you...I want you...let me be your suck slave, please." He touched my face and ran his fingers through my hair. "Yeah, man, I know...I know," he responded. "You will be." We gathered up our stuff and took a nice, slow walk back to the set, barefoot and shirtless, covered in sweat and drying cum. Two teeenagers exhausted from a bout of boy-on-boy lovemaking, consumed by the lust of their hormones. I thanked my fortune to have a taste of super hot stud Brad Renfro, whom millions of other men and women worshipped from afar. He was my love, my blond God of Cock. I will taste him again.