Date: Sun, 24 Aug 2008 17:51:06 -0500
From: Kyle Senn <kylesenn21@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Pitt Affair - Chapter 2

*This story is completely fictional and does not make any factual
representations of any of the people involved. I dont know Brad Pitt or
anyone else mentioned in this story. If you are underage or it is illegal
to view this kind of material then dont be stupid and stop reading now.*


	2004

	The next morning I woke up with someone or some*thing* jamming into
my ass. It turns out that it was Brads raging hard on. I slowly started to
remember what happened last night... the touches, the kisses, the
sucking. Oh god, I just screwed around with a married moviestar! Knowing
that I had to get out of there before he woke up and all hell broke loose
when he came to the realization that he just fucked some gay kid from utah,
I gently peeled myself away from his embrace without waking him and started
to gather my clothes. I continued looking back to see if he was awake but
he never even fucking moved.

	'Looks like I oversexed his old ass last night...' I thought
smiling to myself.

	I grabbed all of my things that were at various parts of the room
and tiptoed into the other room to put my clothes on and shake myself out
of the sleepy stupor I was still in. I felt something hard and crusty on
the upper part of my shirt once I had put it on and I realized it was
Brad's dried cum. I looked around and saw one of his shirts and put that on
instead, shoving my crusted one into the garbage. I was feeling
particularly whorish sneaking out of the room like that and so, not wanting
to be rude or anything, I decided I would write him a note.

	Using the pen and paperpad that were on the hotel room desk I
wrote:

	-Thanks for the amazing time. Sorry about taking one of your
shirts, mine had some Brad juice on it so I hope you dont mind. I'll never
forget the guy who gave me my first non-selfimposed orgasm... even if it
was just mediocre. ;) -Luke*

	I know it was bad of me to steal his clothing but since mine had
his cum all over it I figured he owed me. Plus it was only a shirt. I snuck
out the hallway and started down towards the lobby with the sudden
realization that I didnt have a ride back home. I couldnt really call my
parents since they thought I was at Sara's and I didnt have my cell on me
so I couldnt call anyone since I couldn't remember anyones numbers. Fuck.

	All of my fears were soon dissolved once I arrived at the lobby,
since this was the film festival there were hordes of black cars waiting
out front for guests to use.

	"Will you be needing a car today sir?" said the nice man in a gray
hotel suit.

	"Uhhh. Yes, please." I replied politely.

	"And which room do we bill this too?" The man asked.

	This was insane, I had never heard of charging a car service to
your hotel room but I guess anything goes with the uber rich. I told the
nice hotel man the room number, got in the car and started my descent back
into reality.


=-----------------=


	The next day I was back to my regular life, the film festival was
still going on but that was in a different valley and seemed a million
miles away. I still had a hard time believing that I had fucked around with
a moviestar so I decided it would probably be the best thing for me to do
to keep it to myself. I was so caught up in my thoughts that I didnt notice
that Sara had walked in.

	"Yo! What the fuck, where were did you go on Saturday? Dont leave
out any details!" Sara asked me rather loudly.

	"I actually just ended up going to a different party." I
lied. "This producer guy offered an invitation for me to come. I was only
there for like an hour before I went home."

	"Oh, well I ended up going home with the actor I was making out
with. O-M-G Luke, he was fucking amazing." Sara said in her shrill yet
girly voice. Subtlty was clearly not one of her strong points.

	And so began the step by step play of her erotic night. Thank god
no one was in the gym during her story, otherwise they would have heard
things that not even the most lewd gay man would say... but I loved Sara
none-the-less. After about an hour of her and I swapping repetoire she
finally decided to leave and let me get back to work. I had taken over the
gym as a manager which was a pretty amazing accomplishment if I do say so
myself. At 18 I had beat out the other 30 something (and more qualified)
applicants due to my cut-throat attitude towards business and shameless
flirting with the owner. I dont think he's gay but he definitely loves
attention. He's one of those 40-something beefcakes with a bad hairline and
sexy body that want everyone to look at them. It's a little tiring
pretending to oggle his body on a day to day basis since I started but it
was becoming so routine I just started to look at it as an exercise
regiment.

	Everytime I looked at my boss I pictured Brad and I knew that this
day was going to be a fucking long one...


=-----------------=


	When my shift had FINALLY ended after what seemed like 3 days
wrapped into an 8 hour period I decided to run home for a quick shower
before I hit the gym. I dont know why I liked doing this because it was a
total waste of water and it clearly wasnt the smartest thing to do since I
would be getting sweaty like 10 minutes after I got out but I loved the
feeling of water on my skin so I never really thought twice about it. The
normally long drive home seemed to go by in seconds since I couldnt take my
mind off of Brad and his body. I could still taste his cum in my mouth even
though I had brushed my teeth twice since then.

	As I walked up to my apartment there was a small vase with a long
stemmed white rose in it and a note attached. Smiling to myself I knelt
down to read the note.

	*I want my shirt back... with you in it. Call me. 555-2106 -B*

	'How the fuck did he find me?' I wondered.

	I walked into my apartment and placed the flower and note on my
counter and hit the message button on my answering machine. I poured myself
a glass of water listening to my whole two messages. It was kind of
pathetic if you think about it because in 9 hours of me being gone I had
received only two messages on my home phone. The first one was from my
mother, making sure I remembered that this Saturday was one of her weekly
family get togethers. Not really something I looked forward to but because
it was my mom I was sort of obligated to go. The second message caught me
off guard, the instant the deep baritone voice rang through the receiver I
almost choked on my water.

	'Hey Lukey... it's been 4 hours since the rose was delivered. I
want you to know that I'm not taking no for an answer... I know you've been
thinking about me all day so call me. 555-2106. I'll be in my room for
another few hours... Oh and just as a little incentive...' With that he
banged something against the phone receiver making a wet slapping noise.

	I could hear the cocky smile in the message and I knew I was going
to call him, I mean who wouldn't?

	Feeling freshly horny from his phone cock-slap I picked up the
phone and dialed his room. After about 6 rings I was about to hang up when
the phone suddenly picked up.

	"Hello?" said Brad almost frantically and out of breath.

	"Well well well, look who's picking up his own phone. I thought you
would have had some servant of yours pick up for you." I laughed.

	"They're all chained up back in LA." I could almost see his smile
through the phone. "Why didnt you call me sooner? Roses not your thing?"

	"I actually just got back from work... with all of your detective
work I figured you would have known that." I was so nervous that I was
almost positive that I sounded like a stupid jackass. "How did you end up
finding me?"

	"I hired a guy to track you down..." The phone went silent.

	"Wait, seriou--."

	"The front desk found out the address the driver dropped you off
at." He laughed, i'm sure at my breathtaking wit.

	"Gotcha." I was blushing so hard I was suprised the phone didnt
turn pink. What happened next was no less mortifying than when I ate gym
floor in front of my entire graduating class in High School, the weirdes
and strangest laugh-snort came out of me.

	"I think i'm going to have to start calling you Nervous-Pervous if
you keep acting like this every time we speak. It's just as cute as it was
last night but just calm down. It's not like my dick hasnt already been
inside of your mouth or anything." He said.

	I laughed, taking a breath before I spoke again. "You're right,
you're right. I mean it's not like you're anyone special."

	"Of course not." He laughed, sounding unamused in a playful
way. "Listen, I want to get together with you later. Are you free tonight?"

	"Um sure. What did you have in mind?" I asked.

	"Well I want you to come back up to my hotel room and have dinner
with me." He requested.

	"Ok!" God I sounded sickeningly eager. "Well it'll take me about 30
minutes to shower and get ready and then i'll head up there which will take
about 40 minutes. So i'll be there around 9ish, is that ok?"

	"Mannn, That long? I got hard just talking to you... Fine yes,
that'll work. Wear my shirt and dont wear any underwear." He said sexily
with and air of authority.

	I laughed. "Alright, i'll see you in a while. Oh and um... make
sure you dont think about sloppily eating my pink, tight, virgin asshole, I
wouldnt want you to be hard the whole time you're waiting."

	He moaned a frustrated sound. "Ass. Hurry!"

	"Well the longer you keep me on the phone, the longer it's goi--."
The line went dead.

	I couldnt help but laugh, I guess I was just a natural born
tease. I almost ran to my bathroom and jumped in the shower.


=-----------------=


	I didnt know how I got up the canyon so quickly from my apartment
because it was only 8:40 and I was 20 minutes early. I kept debating on
whether or not I should just drive around for 20 minutes or just suprise
him and show up. I decided on the latter. After valeting my car and walking
nervously to Brad's room I started to second guess what I was doing. He was
a married man, and according to all of the tabloids he was happily
married. The battle between my hormones and logic waged on until I suddenly
realized I had been standing in front of his door staring at it for the
better part of a minute. Without thinking, my hand went up to the door and
knocked three times. I figured I'd just make peace with hell when it was
time.

	What greeted me was nothing short of a devine vision. He was
wearing nothing but a white terrycloth towel barely staying up on his
waist, his entire body was moist and shining with every muscle popping
under the low hallway lighting. I just stood there with my mouth hanging
open in awe and lust as he let me soak him in and smiled at me. He reached
up and grabbed the back of my neck and pulled me inside, kissing me
passionately and pulling me close to his body as his bare foot kicked the
door closing it. I wrapped my arms around his musclular back as he started
to push me back against the closed door and shove his tongue down my
throat.

	I was instantly hard as he started to hump and dry fuck me against
the door. The kisses were sloppy and wet and my right hand went up to his
long wet hair to play with it and my left went down to feel the top of his
ass crack that was poking out through the rapidly lowering towel. Our
pheromones were mixing together and driving the two of us into a crazed dry
fuck-a-thon. The sound that came out of his mouth while it was against mine
could only be described as a growl as he took his bulging right arm and
picked my left leg up so his hard covered dick was now rubbing on the
underside of my crotch. I wasnt wearing any underwear, per his request, so
my own hard dick was rubbing against the V on his torso through my jeans,
driving me crazy.

	"Mmmmmmmm." I moaned into his mouth, the sensation of dry fucking
and wet, face-sucking driving me wild.

	My breathing started to get heavier and he only pushed into me
harder lifting me up from the ground and pulling his face back far enough
so that just his tongue was in my mouth. I started to suck on it as he
looked into my eyes with a passion he didnt express last night. I savored
the taste of his tongue and my lips continued to wrap tightly around it,
feeling it pulsating in my mouth. His thrusts started becoming longer and
harder with each buck and I couldnt hold it in any longer. The bottom part
of my thighs and ass squeezed tightly, trapping the top half of his covered
hard on and my cum blasted out from my jean covered cock, coating the
insides of my pants with my young seed. My mouth opened to moan loudly and
the second it did I felt his lips cover mine with his tongue, licking
around my lips and eating my moan.

	I continued to cum over and over for what felt like the longest
orgasm I had ever had. His left hand was brought up to my shirt covered
nipple as he tweaked it until it was hard, making me squirm under him. He
continued to dry fuck me with the top half of his shaft being squeezed by
the underside of my body. I continued to quiver in recovery from my orgasm.

	Feeling my body convulse against his body from my cumming sent Brad
over the edge and he started to pick up his thrusting. He immediately
dropped me to the ground so I was standing facing him. He ripped off his
towel, exposing his rock hard, throbbing piece of meat and started to
stroke it fast with his left hand and with his right he lifted up my (his)
shirt and blasted my six-pack with his massive load. Stream after stream of
white, thick and hot fluid painted my abs up and down making it look like a
fucked up street grid of a metropolitan city. We just stared at each other,
breathing heavily and coming down from the sudden burst of passion we both
just experienced.

	After a few moments he, in a gentle way, reached down and scooped
up some of his hot sperm off of my stomach and brought it up to my lips. I
opened my mouth and sucked his middle finger while he painted the top of my
tongue with the cum covered digit. His cum tasted better than it did the
night before, bitter but sweet and VERY thick. He continued to scoop up and
feed me his man juice until my stomach was void of the white liquid and was
left with just a sheer, wetlooking gloss. He leaned in and kissed me almost
romantically and I could feel my stomach knot in bliss.

	He pulled away with a wet pop and looked at me with a shit eating
grin on his face. "Mediocre my ass."

	And with that he walked away, naked and glistening with his two
mounds of hard ass cheeks rubbing together, back to the bathroom; Leaving
me completely out of breath and in an overwhelmingly silent, horned up
stand still.

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*Sorry its been over a year and it took me so long to write the next
chapter!! I had planned on making regular updates to this story but as time
went on I got too busy and then eventually completely forgot all
together. I love hearing from people who have read this so send me an email
telling me if you liked it, didnt like it, or even just to say you read
it. You can send me suggestions too and I love getting comments, positive
or negative. Anyway, I promise the next chapter wont take nearly as long as
this one did to write. :) - Kyle

Kylesenn21@hotmail.com