Date: Wed, 17 Sep 2003 04:09:18 +0000
From: Bobby Reardon <reardon_930@hotmail.com>
Subject: Real World: Paris

Real World belongs to MTV and Bunim/Murray productions. This is just a work
of fiction, a quick story. The men in this story are not (except for Simon)
gay or bi, that I know of, and I'm not claiming otherwise.

I haven't seen every episode of this season, so I may have a few details
wrong. Feel free to write in and tell me what you want to see, and your
thoughts on these hot guys.

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Simon was bored out of his skull. The young Irish lad had joined the Real
World: Paris cast for the chance to explore a beautiful city and interact
with young American men and women. They'd been generally accepting of his
homosexuality, and he'd even managed to become good friends with several of
them. But he was becoming more and more weary of being nothing more than the
honorary girlfriend for the girls of the house, especially Leah. He was a
cute, if pale, man with a compact body, a sweet, sincere face, vulnerable
light-colored eyes, and close-cropped brown hair which he frequently gelled
into an odd rooster style. He was a nice guy all-around.

He was also bloody horny. His smolderingly gorgeous boyfriend, Trisko, was
only available for short visits. Simon had to rely on memories of suckling
those pouty lips or tasting the metallic tang of his shiny lip piercing.
There were so many other places Simon wanted to taste and lick and suck, but
the constant presence of the cameras was a damper to his libido.
Unfortunately, or fortunately, Simon was beginning to forget the cameras
were there, and his dick was urging him to find satisfaction with whatever
hot hunk he could locate.

Not helping his horniness was his close quarters with two gorgeous specimens
of male flesh. Ace, a Southern boy with bedroom eyes, perfectly trimmed
eyebrows, short dark hair, a tight, well-framed ass that made Simon
reconsider being a bottom, and a mouthwatering set of biceps and pectorals
he was not shy about showing off, was one culprit. The other was alone in
the house with Simon right then.

CT was the "bad boy" of the house. A perpetual screw-up, he had swarthy good
looks and a sexual magnetism that could disarm most defense systems. Simon
had fallen into those stormy, bleary eyes a few times himself. CT was
contemplating getting a haircut. His hair was very bushy and thick, and the
girls (Simon included) had suggested a trim might be in order.

"I'll just use these," CT muttered to Simon as he passed by Simon's bedroom.
Simon ran after him. Those were not haircutting scissors, and true to CT's
form, they were from Leah's room.

"Give me those," Simon firmly whispered. Setting them aside, Simon pushed CT
towards the bathroom.

"We'll wash your hair in the sink, then give ye olde locks a tiny trim."

CT flashed a sleepy grin as Simon ran the water.

"Why don't I just take a shower?"

Simon didn't want to say that he was using any excuse to run his hands
through CT's gorgeous, albeit greasy, locks, and to hear him moaning and
groaning as he got a dumb straight boy massage.

"This way gives more attention to your hair. Trust me, I've done this a few
times before. Better lose the shirt though."

CT shrugged. He didn't really care how his hair was cut anyway. He pulled
his black tee over his broad shoulders, revealing meaty, stubbled pecs and
massive, delectable nipples. Simon wanted to sink his teeth into those
puppies. He wanted to pierce them, run rings through them, tug CT to his bed
and ravish him.

As he spread his well-muscled, hairy, shorts-clad legs wide in the
straight-backed chair, CT impatiently stared at Simon. Simon stammered a bit
as he realized he'd been drooling.

"Umm, well CT...here we go then!"

Simon rinsed CT's chestnut tresses, and slowly began applying the shampoo.
His slender fingers were nimble and leisurely as they stroked CT's scalp.
Simon made sure his touch was gentle, loving, and he imagined sucking and
nibbling on CT's lush, pouty mouth, carressing CT's strong, fur-dusted
chest, his light six-pack, his admirable bulge, running his tongue around
the leaking glans of CT's fat USA prime beef cock...

"Oh God Simon...maybe you should stop, I'm gettin' boned..."

Startled from his fantasies, Simon glanced down to the suddenly tight shorts
of his roommate. CT's prick was long and fat, curving sharply against his
right hip. A steady stream of precum had pooled against his upper thigh, and
his equally hairy low-hangers were peeking out of the flimsy material.

Simon couldn't control himself any longer. He sank to his knees, between
CT's legs.

"C'mon Simon please, I'm not queer."

Simon giggled as he pulled CT's shorts down. The fat prong slapped noisily
and juicily against CT's firm belly.

"I guess some parts of you are!"

Simon purred at CT's moans of pleasure as he began to suck down that
mushroom crown on CT's scepter. CT begged Simon to stop, but for every "no",
there was a rough grasp of Simon's hair. For every "don't", there was a
further downward push of the hips to give Simon more access to his thick
club of dickmeat. Simon imagined those sexy, supple legs wrapped around his
lithe, hairless frame, CT's stubble scraping Simon's smooth, boyish neck as
he planted rough, possessive kisses. CT's big commando dick burrowing
between Simon's near-virginal cheeks. Most of all, Simon wanted to swallow
as many inches of CT's prize tool as possible. CT may have been what some
people referred to as an "ugly American", but he was sure as hell a hot
piece of all-American ass. CT at full mast was packing 7 1/2 inches of hard
meat, with a shocking width, almost as wide around as Simon's wrist. His
balls were saggy and very suckable. Simon planned to get every part of CT in
his mouth before the night was over. He leaned over to tear his teeth into
CT's puffy, prominent nipples. CT groaned at the rough, yet tender suckling
and biting of his sensitive tits.

"Oh yeah, Simon, suck my tits, eat my dick, I guess it's good havin' a queer
here. So hot, so sexy with that mouth and oh fffuuuckk...."

Just as Simon was unfastening and tugging down his own jeans to expose his
hard 6 inches, Ace walked in.

CT and Simon glanced towards the new arrival in horror. What would happen
now?

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