Date: Sun, 4 Aug 2013 23:03:59 -0400
From: Ryan Smith <ryanswim83@gmail.com>
Subject: Ryan Reynold's Premiere Night

This story fiction and is not intended to imply anything about the true
sexuality of Ryan Reynolds or anyone else mentioned.  I do not have any
personal knowledge about their private lives.  The movies Turbo, R.I.P.D,
Green Lantern, and the Change-Up are copy written and trademarked and are
not the property of the author of this story.

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It had been an exhausting day.

Ryan Reynolds had just shut the door to his hotel suite, eager to shut out
the entirety of the outside world.  He had been extremely busy this summer,
criss-crossing the globe to promote his two latest movies; Turbo and
R.I.P.D.  He had enjoyed making the two films; it turned out he had quite a
knack for voice acting and the chance to work with Jeff Bridges had been a
highlight of his career, but all he wanted to do now was crawl get out of
his suit, into a hot shower and then lay down between the 600 thread count
sheets on his king sized bed.

He had returned to his hotel from the New York premiere of his latest
movie, Turbo, and while he had been jovial with his cast mates, the press,
and the fans who had attended the event, inside he was extremely
frustrated.  Blake had flown back to Los Angeles directly after the
premiere to attend to some of her own business, so he was left in New York
City alone.  As he kicked off his shoes and removed his socks he could not
help but think how the critics savaged his most recent movie, and the
advanced reviews he read made it clear they would be even worse to his soon
to be released film, R.I.P.D.  While every actor has to accept the fact
that they are going to make a couple of flops in their career, it seemed to
Ryan that he had made nothing but flops these last few years.  Green
Lantern had been savaged by the critics and at the box office, as had his
movie The Change-Up and while Safe House had been a small success, he could
not help shaking the feeling that his star was on the descent.

As he crossed the suite heading for the bathroom, he began to loosen his
tie and unbutton his suit shirt having already thrown the dark blue suit
jacket across the suite's couch.  By the time he hit the light switch in
the bathroom, both his tie and shirt were on the floor.  He moved to the
sink and turned the cold water faucet on full blast.  He let the water
collect in his hands, leaned over the basin and splashed the cool water on
his face, noting how good the cool water felt after a long hot evening in
New York City.  He did it a couple more times before he reached for the
wash cloth and patted his face dry.

As he lowered the wash cloth from his eyes, he came face to face with his
reflection in the mirror.  He would never consider himself a narcissist,
but since being named the Sexiest Man Alive in 2010 by People Magazine, he
had begun to pay additional attention to how he looked and how he presented
himself.  As he gazed at himself in the mirror, he was struck at just how
good he looked tonight.  Drinking in his image in the mirror, he was struck
at how his his 5 o'clock shadow, his puppy dog hazel eyes, his impeccably
cut hair, and his goofy yet irresistible grin all seemed to be working
seamlessly together tonight to make him look good...actually really good if
he didn't say so himself.  As his eyes travelled down his torso, he became
even more engrossed with himself.  He had always been in decent shape, but
since he began to take on more and more action roles, he found he had to
pack additional muscle onto his already svelte and lithe body to compete
for the roles of today's action hero.  He had two impressive mounds for
pectoral muscles each of which was topped with a pert quarter-sized nipple,
imposing biceps and shoulder muscles that were clearly distinct without him
even having to flex, and an eight-pack of abdominal muscles which taped
down to his trim waist and his defined adonis lines that created that so
desired "V" that disappeared down into his suit pants.

As he gazed at the entirety of his body, Ryan could not help but think how
attractive, striking, desirable and erotic the male form truly was.  Ryan
had dated women his whole life; heck, he had even married two of the
sexiest women in the world in Scarlett Johansson and Blake Lively, but he
had always found himself attracted to men.  He had an almost primal
attraction to men, always letting his eyes linger just a bit too long on
attractive guys in the crowds of his premieres or trying to catch a glimpse
of other guy's physiques at the gym and trying to catch a peek of a bulge
in their workout shorts.

As Ryan began to cycle through some of the images of hot guys he had
spotted in the crowd that night, he began to feel a stirring in his tight
suit pants.  His thinking sexual thoughts about men was quickly causing his
cock to grow and the discomfort of his rapidly inflating dick against the
fabric of his pants and the pressure it was causing made him snap out of
his day-dream.

As he tried to adjust himself and alleviate some of the pressure, he
stopped and began to think about the kind of day he had been having.  With
no one to talk to about his doubts and uncertainties about his career, he
needed to find some alternative way to release his annoyance and
frustration with how things were going right now.  He figured listening to
his body was probably the best relief he could expect for the time being
and he began to undo the button and zipper of his dark suit pants.

As Ryan's pants dropped to around his ankles, he stepped out of them and
was left standing there in nothing but his white Calvin Klein body brief
underwear.  The bright white fabric of his underwear hugged his hips and
seemed dazzling white and clean when juxtaposed against his tight, taught,
tan body, but Ryan barely noticed as his eyes were glued on the obscene
bulge contained within the pouch of his CKs.  He could not help but notice
how his adonis lines were leading down into his underwear, guiding him,
beckoning him to reach into his tight briefs and taunting and teasing him
with the relief that a few minutes of self-gratification would bring.  As
he slid both his hands down his muscled torso and under and past the
waistband, his head swung down so he could see his hands finally came into
contact with his cock that was crying out for attention.  As soon as his
hands touched the top of his shaft, he felt an electric current of pleasure
pass through his entire body, starting at his genitals and coursing through
the entirety of his body, His whole body flexed, his muscles grew taught,
his ass clenched, and a gasp escaped his lips.  As his body began to relax,
he sighed and his hands reached down further into his briefs, one playing
with the head of his cock, while the other took hold of his balls.

With both hands down his underwear, Ryan swiveled his head up so he was
looking once again at himself in the mirror.  He felt like a little kid who
just got caught with both hands in the cookie jar.  As his hands began to
massage and manipulate his swollen member, one of his patented shit-eating
grins spread across his face; he was going to enjoy himself tonight.

He brought his hands out of his briefs just enough to allow his thumbs to
hook themselves on the waistband as he ran his tongue across his lips,
moistening them.  He watched himself in the mirror as he slowly began to
lower his briefs, allowing the base of his cock and the neatly trimmed
blondish-brown pubic hair which surrounded his dick to come into view.

Just as he was about to allow his cock the freedom it was yearning for, he
was brought out of his sexual daze by a pounding on the front door of his
suite.  Wrenching his hands out of his briefs, he muttered to himself as he
glanced at the clock in the bathroom which read 11:15pm.  Irritated, not
only with the pressures of the day but with also with having to put his own
sexual relief and pleasure on hold, he strode across the room heading
directly for the door completely oblivious to the fact that he was clad
only in his tight white briefs.

Wrenching the door open, Ryan was prepared to fling a string of profanities
so vulgar at whoever was on the other side of the door that they would have
no choice but to flee and leave him alone with his hands and cock.
However, as the door swung open, what he saw on the other side changed
everything.

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Sorry to leave it as a cliff-hanger, but I wanted to know what you guys
thought first before I continue the story.  Who or what should be on the
other side of the door?  A fan?  A celebrity?  A sex toy with an intriguing
note?  Write to me with what you think of the story and what you would like
to see happen.  I write to please my readers so feedback is important and
most appreciated.  Please send your feedback, both good and bad, to me at
ryanswim83@gmail.com.  Hope you enjoyed the story!  More to come.