Date: Tue, 04 Oct 2005 23:24:48 -0400
From: James Branson <jimryyan@hotmail.com>
Subject: Gay celebrity - Survivor Guatemala 2

Thank you for the response to the first chapter. I hope you enjoy the second
chapter as well.

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Bobby Jon couldn't believe his good luck. But he also couldn't believe his
bad luck. He had been asked to come back for another chance at a million
dollars. A whole new season ,a whole new start. Then he almost had a full
blown seizure the first day thanks to this damn jungle climate. He'd been
weakened ever since. Fortunately he wasn't the only one on the tribe who had
suffered. Some old guy had been voted out the first immunity challegne they
lost, and they hadn't lost any since then. Most likely the next to go would
be Blake. Blake was a fellow Southern boy, a Texan with dirty blonde hair
and a smooth body. Bobby didn't stare at other guys too often, but damn,
Blake was ripped. The girls had drooled all over themselves when they had to
paint his body for an immunity challenge. Blake was the type who would be a
real cocky punk most of the time, but illness had taken his fire real fast.

The water in this part of the jungle wasn't clean enough to bathe in, so
they boiled the water. Bobby was about to wash off when someone told him
that Blake had taken the last of the clean water. Angered, Bobby went to
find him. When he got there, Blake was fully naked, his muscled buns framed
by a white tan line, a drop of sweat glistening as it ran down his back. He
poured the water over his face and it slid across his bulging pecs, down his
flawless six-pack, and ended up at his fat 7 inch cock. Bobby was so horny.
And so angry. Before he could stop himself he yanked the canteen out of
Blake's hand.

"Hey, what are you doing?" Blake said. He tried to get the canteen back.
Bobby laughed and jerked his hand away. Unfortunately it made the canteen
fall to the floor and the water seeped onto the ground.

"FUCK!" Bobby hissed. He was real angry now.

"I'll solve it," Blake smirked.

Quickly, he sank to his knees and began licking Bobby from head to toe.
Every single bead of sweat on Bobby's hair-dusted body soon lapped against
Blake's talented tongue. When he got to Bobby's stubbly face, he moaned and
grabbed Bobby for a rough kiss. Instinctively, Bobby grabbed Blake's bubble
butt and squeezed for dear life.

"They call that there, animal husbandry," another voice added.

It was Brandon, the "hick" smartass farmer from Kansas. Blake blushed.

"You intruding on our time, Bobby? Blake, why don't we show this 'Bama trash
how it's done."

Before Bobby could process the goings on, Blake had gotten on all fours and
Brandon was eating out Blake's phat ass. Soon his dick replaced his tongue
and Blake howled like a doggie as he was buttfucked by 8 inches of farmboy
meat.

Bobby began to violently facefuck Blake. They slammed the pretty boy from
both ends and quickly filled him with their loads.

Then Brandon pulled out before shooting. He pushed Bobby to the ground,
tearing down his shorts. Bobby fought but he didn't really want to win the
struggle. Brandon soon had him pinned and threw Bobby's hairy legs over his
shoulders. Blake cradled Bobby's head and they tongue-fucked.

Bobby learned all about animal husbandry that day.