Rob and Anderson go storm-hunting
Far be it from me to take advantage of disasters to write porn, but hey, you've got to work with what fate gives you, and recently it gave me Rob Marciano, the unbelievably hot CNN weather reporter. There was a clip back with Hurricane Ivan of Rob and Anderson Cooper reporting together, and they had to hold onto each other in the strong winds. That gave me the idea for this story.
This story is fiction and is not intended to imply anything about the true sexuality of the celebrities mentioned or any personal knowledge of their private lives.
If you don't know what Rob looks like...you've been missing out. These are some of my favorite photos (I think this link will work): http://photobucket.com/albums/a367/asf6/ (note where Rob's looking in the third pic...)
It was hurricane season again, and CNN meteorologist and reporter Rob Marciano had been deployed all over the southeast chasing storms and wading through floodwater to get the story. He'd loved the weather since he was young, got his degree in meteorology from Cornell, and gone across the country from Louisiana to Oregon, trying to get his break and make it big. He'd done it with CNN, and it looked like he might move up even further as he'd done a few guest stints as an anchor for the regular news desk.
And although he was a talented reporter and spoke clearly and confidently, Rob's looks hadn't hurt his rise toward the top. He was 6'2" with a nicely built physique, his muscular arms and torso beautifully toned from years of working out. He looked good in a suit but even better when he was sent into the field to report on extreme weather. Right now, as he prepared for an interview on the relatively mild storm he'd just covered, he wore a plain gray t-shirt, which had been pretty loose but was starting to cling to his body as the light rain and humidity continued.
This allowed Rob's whole upper body into view beneath the tight shirt--his bulging pecs, the hard nipples pushing out slightly into the fabric, his solid delts and traps, forming two beautiful broad shoulders, and his thick biceps and triceps, which swelled incredibly as he gestured to the camera and at his surroundings, inadvertently flexing and showing off their gorgeous rounded bulges. All this not to mention his face, with Abercrombie model good looks, his cheeks and jaw chiseled, his eyes dark and handsome, and his brown hair gelled slightly. Rob Marciano was nothing short of a weatherman Adonis.
And there was no shortage of fans to appreciate it, including one of his own fellow reporters. Sure, all the female anchors loved to flirt with Rob when he was delivering the weather report, but admiration of the stud reporter's body was not limited to them. As he stood next to Rob, waiting for his turn to be interviewed on scene, Anderson Cooper, the silver-haired hunk from 360, couldn't help but gawk openly at the unbearably hot Marciano.
Little did Rob know that it was Anderson who'd put in a good word for him and gotten him the anchor stint--though they'd started out on really good terms, Anderson had found it more difficult to talk with Rob since realizing that he wanted the gorgeous weatherman. But he hadn't been able to avoid him completely, since Rob was a huge admirer of Anderson's show, and unbeknownst to the well-known host, of Anderson himself.
Their mutual attraction had secretly come to a head on this trip, Anderson jacking off to Rob in his hotel room, Rob's mind wandering to sex as he watched Cooper's show in his. Now, as the two handsome CNN guys stood there before the camera, both wished without the other knowing that they could somehow get closer.
As Rob continued talking about the storm, Anderson looked discreetly over his cut body, quietly admiring his fellow reporter's built torso, able to make out even the sharp definition of Rob's deliciously ripped eight-pack beneath the shirt. His eyes wouldn't stay above the waist for long, though, and he quickly dropped his gaze to stare in awe and lust at Marciano's tight ass bulging softly out into his khakis. Suddenly he felt his dick pushing against his own black pants and cursed silently, realizing he'd gotten boned just checking Rob out. As luck would have it, just then Rob finished his report and the anchor asked Anderson a question. The camera flipped to him, and his eyes jerked up from his crotch to stare like a deer in headlights at millions of viewers. Stuttering, he asked her to repeat herself.
Rob could barely contain his attraction to the hunky older anchor as Anderson fumbled for words. He wasn't usually into guys at work, and in fact tried to keep his public life totally free of his sexual desires, but something about Anderson Cooper got him instantly hard and breathless whenever he was around him. He never expected reciprocation, and in fact Cooper had been colder to him recently, but as he glanced accidentally down to where Anderson's eyes had been, he was amazed to see that the other reporter was tenting furiously in his modestly tight black pants.
Rob was stunned--first of all by the fact that Anderson was hard (what could be turning him on?) and also by the sheer size of Cooper's bulge. In Rob's dreams Anderson was always a healthy 7 inches or so, but this tent looked to be held up by a shaft that pushed 8 full inches! Without even a moment's thought, Marciano was hard too, his own tool swelling instantly and pushing forcefully into his pants.
And if CNN viewers had been watching carefully, they would have seen Anderson Cooper glance over to Rob Marciano's crotch and his eyes widen slightly, giving a momentary pause in his report, as he caught sight of Rob's thick 9-inch cock pressing insistently into his khakis. But, a man of poise, Anderson kept talking and with only the slightest glance to Rob's face, turned back to the camera.
Rob waited nervously for a few minutes as Anderson finished his report and they went off the air. Now the truly nerve-wracking moment had come--both CNN studs were breathing shallowly, totally hard for each other. Rob searched for the right words, opening his mouth as if to speak, but his irresistible attraction to Anderson as well as his anxiety at being caught prevented him from saying anything at all.
Luckily for both of them, Anderson had decided upon seeing Marciano's bulge that he couldn't keep himself away any longer. He put his hand to Rob's back and guided the breathless reporter toward the CNN trailer. "Can we talk in the trailer?" said Anderson, barely in control of his own body anymore.
"Sure...sure," stuttered Rob, almost speechless in anticipation. They walked over to the trailer and up the stairs inside, the door closing behind them. A quick glance to make sure there was no one inside, and Anderson Cooper turned to Rob Marciano, a look of irrepressible lust in his eyes, and surged forward, kissing Rob deeply on the lips. The sensation of Anderson's lips on his, of Anderson's tongue creeping out to force open his mouth, was enough to break Rob out of his hunk-induced stupor.
"Oh, fuck..." he whispered through the kiss as his hands clenched against Cooper's tight ass. Rob threw his head up in ecstasy and Anderson devoured his chin and neck, his mouth racing over the body he'd wanted for so long but had been denied till now. Eventually he rose back up to meet Marciano's lips again, but already Anderson's mind was back on the monster tool he had glimpsed through Rob's pants, and he wasn't going to miss out on that.
Even as he kissed his stud colleague, Cooper let his hands slip down to ease under Rob's t-shirt. The slick skin, wet with rain and Rob's sweat, felt so good beneath his fingers as he traced the outline of the other reporter's eight-pack, then pushed higher to grip Rob's massive pecs, taking the shirt with them as he felt Marciano's built torso for the first time. A few seconds later, the wet shirt was coming off completely, rolling tightly over Rob's thick biceps and delts, leaving his tanned and muscular upper body completely bare. Anderson didn't waste a moment, kissing and licking all over Rob's thick, lightly haired chest, then down over his abs and obliques, easing closer and closer to the ultimate prize.
And Rob, though he lusted after Anderson's prick as well, felt the natural progression of the stud anchor's head down to his own aching boner and didn't resist. Cooper couldn't get Rob's pants off fast enough as he unbuckled his belt and unzipped them, sliding the obstructing fabric down to the floor of the trailer. Now just a pair of tight gray boxer briefs separated Anderson's hungry mouth and throat from Rob Marciano's thick 9-inch prick, which was clearly leaking precum freely as it bulged hard into Rob's briefs. He knew this could end his career, but Anderson had wanted this for too long, and he quickly pulled them off and caught Rob's massive cock in his mouth as it flopped out, liberated from Marciano's pants only to be sealed up tightly between Cooper's lips.
Anderson spent a few seconds just licking and sucking on the broad mushroom-shaped cockhead, tasting the precum Rob had made for him, before clutching Marciano's ass tightly in his palms and swallowing the hot weatherman's dick whole, inch after thick, beautiful inch sliding through his lips and down his throat. Anderson had sucked cock before, but never one this gorgeous, this absolutely perfect. Finally his throat opened wide and Rob's entire 9-inch meat was plunged into Anderson Cooper's mouth. He massaged Rob's tool with his throat and mouth, gleefully cupping Marciano's balls with one hand and squeezing his muscular ass with the other. Although he loved the feeling of Rob's cock in his mouth, Cooper wanted it all--he wanted to taste this hung reporter stud's juice more than anything else.
And he was certainly close to getting it as Rob moaned softly, his abs tensing and his dick swelling inside Anderson's mouth as he felt his balls start to churn. He reached out and grabbed Cooper's silver-gray hair hard, fucking his huge dick into Anderson's throat. "Fuck, feels so good, your hot mouth all over my big fuckin' cock," Rob grunted. "Anderson Cooper eating my fat fuckin' meat," he whispered as Anderson also got off on the dirty talk, feeling his own prick pressing into his pants, demanding attention.
But Anderson remained focused--obsessed, really--with Rob Marciano's huge, painfully hard dick, just waiting until it finally--
"Awwwhhh..." Rob groaned as he felt his cock explode inside Anderson's throat, shot after shot of hot weatherstud cum shooting into his fellow reporter's mouth. Cooper pulled off and caught the last couple shots on his tongue, tasting Rob's batter happily, even licking the throbbing cockhead clean.
"Oh fuck, dude," said Rob, "I've wanted you since the first time I saw you, and...and--"
"Shut up, Rob," Cooper answered. "You're a fucking god--don't tell me what you want. Just take it."
Rob didn't need any more prompting as he tore off Anderson's blue button-down shirt, not letting the buttons get in the way of his quest for Cooper's body. His own thick chest and shoulders were heaving as he looked over his partner's shirtless torso, just thinking about what he was now free to do.
And he didn't waste any time doing it as he pulled off Anderson's belt, undid his pants and pulled down the zipper. Cooper, who'd kept from jacking his own dick while he was sucking Rob's, felt the desperate desire to blow his load as Marciano shoved down his pants and boxer briefs, but held back to make this last as long as possible. Rob, meanwhile, who had just busted his, was already hard again as he swallowed Anderson's 8-inch cock, his boner pushing against Cooper's leg.
Rob deep-throated the gray-haired hunk's fat tool for a few seconds, but quickly dropped to tongue his balls, then slid all the way around to stick his hot tongue deep into Anderson's ass. Cooper gasped in pleasure as he felt Marciano enter him, and as the gorgeous weatherman continued eating him out, Anderson felt himself nearing the edge, his eyes flicking as his balls tightened.
"Oh no you don't," said Rob huskily as he pulled away, then shoved Anderson back onto the bed at the back of the trailer. Anderson looked up to see Rob's naked, muscular Italian frame towering over him, his cut torso gleaming with sweat, his handsome face grinning with lust, and his 9-inch cock standing full mast and already dripping again. Right then he knew he was going to be fucked.
Rob slid inside him so easily, his cock pushing halfway in on the first stroke alone. Anderson gasped, not at the penetration, which he'd felt before, but at the thought of Rob Marciano, the built stud he'd wanted for months, finally fucking him. Rob seemed to be equally enthusiastic, pushing harder and deeper until finally his entire massive length was buried in Anderson Cooper's asshole.
"So full of your huge fuckin' cock," the anchor whispered, breathing shallowly. "Rob Marciano fuckin' my ass." He closed his eyes as Rob's broad cockhead massaged his prostate, the hot reporter's big hands caressing Anderson's pecs and neck, then up to his cheeks, at the same time. As he looked into Rob's eyes and felt the enormous mass of his friend's prick expand further in his hole, Cooper lost it. He felt his load come pouring out of his aching 8-inch tool onto his abs, onto Rob's, and all over the bed. Marciano needed only the sight of Anderson Cooper, moaning, his thick cock oozing cum, his defined torso tense with pleasure, his tight ass full of Rob's dick, and he too was busting his nut again, filling Anderson's ass just as he'd filled his mouth.
Eventually Rob put a hand to his eight-pack and scooped some of Cooper's juice to his lips. He tasted it, smiling broadly, then leaned down to kiss Anderson more passionately even than before.
"Fuckin' hot," breathed Anderson through the kiss. A moment later Rob stood and began dressing again. Cooper looked disappointed.
"That's it?"
"I got a report at 8, man. Can't fuck all day." Anderson just nodded sadly as Rob pulled on his pants. He didn't see it coming as Marciano moved back to the bed and pushed Anderson to his back, his big hard pecs pressing against Cooper's, his lips embracing Anderson's, and his still-hard cock straining into Anderson's leg through the pants fabric. "Doesn't mean we can't fuck all night." With that he pulled away.
Rob Marciano pulled his shirt on and walked out, leaving a very satisfied but very spent Anderson Cooper behind him. Anderson sighed loudly as he grinned--this was gonna be a fucking amazing day.
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