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.
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.
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.