Date: Mon, 09 Feb 2004 22:29:23 -0600
From: Jesse Mitchell <sinisteri@hotmail.com>
Subject: Real World Vegas- 2

Disclaimer: This story in no reflects in no way the sexual orientation or
activities of Clyde "Ace" Amerson or Tim McGraw. It is pure fiction.
Please enjoy. The "Real World" series is the property of MTV.


The Vegas suite had gained a popularity all its own since it was the
backdrop of the wild times first captured there. Ace had joked about being
more active if he'd been a member of that cast. So, he couldn't resist
visiting it when he was in town. It was being occupied by someone else at
the time. The current guest had no problem with Ace checking out the place.
Ace himself was shocked to find Tim Mcgraw was the current guest.

Both men drank bottles of beer in the kitchen. Ace leaned against a
countertop as Tim sat in a chair by the kitchen table. Ace wore loose jeans
and light blue shirt while Tim sported dark jeans and a slightly opened
white shirt.

"They were pretty wild here I'd heard. You guys go on the shows and just
get filmed having a good time."

"Well, Sir, we work while we are involved with the show. But yep, it's
mostly fun. I enjoyed it except when folks kept finding stuff to fight
about. I don't care for a lot of nonsense."

"Me either. And don't call me Sir, Boy. Call me Tim."

"Yessir... I mean Tim. Sorry, I just respect you. You are a big star and
all."

"You are a stud yourself."

Ace was caught of guard by the comment as he looked at Tim wipe his left
hand on his jeans. Ace's attention went to the basket between Tim's legs.
It was there but didn't give off much of an impression.

" I don't consider myself much of a star. I mean, you are a natural. You
have it all. And you are just a regular guy." Tim watched as Ace took a
drink from his bottle. He saw those round lips wrap around the neck of the
bottle, and he wanted them to... "Huh?"

"Sorry, Tim. I said are you okay. You looked a little off somehow."

"Yes, I'd love to get off."

"Me too. I mean here in this place. It just screams for sex."

Ace flashed his eyes at Tim as the black lashes batted in Tim's direction.
Ace's eyes had caught something in them. When Ace turned his bottle up to
finish it, Tim got up and went over to him. Ace was stunned as Tim placed a
hand on the now empty bottle and slowly slid it up and down Ace's pursed
lips. Tim worked his other hand down the back of Ace's jeans feeling over
Ace's ass. Ace could feel the goatee near his ear and the warm breath on
his neck.

Tim felt hands feeling on his chest and his legs as his young friend
responded his actions.

Tim took the bottle out of Ace's mouth, and he kissed him. "Tastes just
like a fresh picked Georgia peach. " Tim laughed.

"I'm from..." Ace tried.

"Doesn't matter where you're from. It's where you are going that counts
right now. Have you ever?"

"I kinda fooled around in Paris, but nothing big." Ace's words were cut off
as Tim roughly pulled at his belt. Once the belt was gone, Tim pulled down
the young man's jeans and underwear in one fluid motion.

"If you don't call this big, I'd hate to see what else comes from your side
of town." Tim stroked on eight inches which barely let his fingers touch
his thumb. "I'm gonna have to do a solo on this mic." Tim smiled at a
blushing Ace.

Holding onto the hard eight inches, Tim led Ace into a bedroom. They
stopped beside a bed with white sheets and spread. Tim kissed Ace again
never stopping the jerk on Ace's beef.

Ace pulled away a little to completely undo Tim's shirt. He kissed and
sucked from one nipple to the next as Tim placed a hand behind his neck.
Ace used his hands to undo Tim's jeans and push them down. He gulped at the
sight of the nine inch piece tenting the red boxers. Before Ace could
unleash it, Tim ran away from him.

Tim went to the other side of the bed. He fell back onto the bed. His head
was now hanging over the side of the bed, and he looked up at Ace. Ace
wasted no time going over to Tim letting his cockhead touch Tim's ruby red
lips. Tim's tongue lapped at the cockhead and his kisses to it made a
maddening smacking sound. Kenny Chesney had always told Tim this action
would drive any man crazy.

"Tim stop... stop or you'll learn what made my prom date beg for mercy. And
she was the town whore." Ace warned, but Tim had had his fill and done his
share on both ends of this scenario. Suffice it to say, nothing worried
this bull fighter. He showed that determination to Ace as his powerful lips
drew Ace's branding iron all the way into his mouth. "I'm sorry, but this
feels to good."

Ace pumped into Tim's mouth that gave first choked coughs and soon long
drawn out moans. Ace felt hands caress his asscheeks. Tim loved the feel of
the firm ass. And he slowly began to slip a finger, eventually two into the
alternately puckering and gaping ass. He could feel it flex each time the
plump cockhead tap at his throat. The vibrations from Tim's throat whip Ace
into a fucking frenzy. Tim pushed him away from his mouth.

"Boy, you fuck like a race horse. Now, slow down just a little. Let my
throat get used to it." Tim looked up at a nodding Ace who returned the
branding iron back to it's warm, wet place. This time Ace bent down and
tore off Tim's silk boxers. Ace took Tim's lengthy nine inches into his
mouth. Tim wasn't as thick as Ace, but he was very well equipped. As he
bucked his hips into Tim's face, Ace sucked down about two thirds of the
country cock. Ace held it with one hand, and he played with the hairy balls
with his other hand. The boys played like this for a long time.

Ace stood up, and Tim readjusted to sit on the bed. "Sit on it!"

"Huh?", Ace frowned.

"Sit on it."

Ace leaned forward and sucked on it again. This time he made sure to
salivate on it more. He had seen his girls do this to his cock in the past
when the spur of the moment left them without lube.
"That's it Clyde."

"Call me Ace."

"Hey, fuck the apology out of my ass later." Tim grinned.

Ace turned around and sat down on Tim's hard spike. His sweaty ass eased
down on the tower which surprised Ace. Ace took a minute or two to adjust
to the feel, but he soon found himself going up and down on it. He was
riding it. "Uh huh. Ride the pony. Ride the big white horse." Ace
recognized the way he was now breathing. He knew getting fucked right
always knocked the breath out of people, especially newbies. It felt
freaking incredible as he got his cherry popped by one of the biggest stars
in country. Unexpectedly, Tim started thrusting upwards harder. "Ah..
a-a-aah! Ah! Aaah!" Ace knew his cherry was thoroughly busted now as the
nine inches swelled in his ass and released hot white lava.

Tim pushed Ace up letting his erupting cock go forward before slapping his
hairy chest. Ace sat on Tim's lap at cum oozed between his back and Tim's
chest. He could feel the sweaty goatee on his back.  Ace stood up and
grabbed Tim's arm. He pulled Tim so that Tim now laid on his back with his
feet at the foot of the bed. Very quickly, Ace climbed on the bed and
lifted up Tim's legs. His big knob punched at Tim's spread cheeks gaining
more entry with every push.

"If you're going to fuck me, you'd better fuck me good." Tim taunted, and
he received short hard thrusts from Ace. Tim looked up at Ace loving the
look of the open mouthed fuck face with the determined eyes.

With Tim's legs over his shoulders. Ace looked down at the contorting
whimpering face beneath him. The content/ contorted expressions gave Ace
the impression he was doing good. He broke from the short hard strokes to
administer long strokes that saw Ace's cock leave and re-enter Tim's ass.
The sounds of the fucked ass and the two men filled the whole room as Ace
returned to his shorter, now faster, thrusts. He growled as he emptied his
own thick load into Tim.

When Ace had withdrawn himself from Tim, he collapsed beside him and hugged
him.

"I like to cuddle." Ace said as he saw Tim grin at him. Tim hugged him
back."Welcome to Vegas, kid."