DISCLAIMER: This story doesn't mean to imply anything about the real sexuality of the celebrities portrayed. I don't know them (as much as I wish I did). If you're not suposed to read this, don't. ------ I hope you all enjoy this story, if you do, I would like to hear what you think. Other stories I've written: "Tearing up my ass" in the Boybands section and "Virgin Nephews" in the Incest section. -----
I KNOW WHAT YOU DID LAST NIGHT
By Rick - jc.chasez@gmx.net
It was the filming of the movie "I know what you did last summer". The actors were Ryan Phillipe, Freddie Prinze Jr., Sarah Michelle Gellar and Jennifer Love Hewitt. They were almost done, only two weeks left. Ryan was getting tired, they were stuck in a town in the middle of nowhere. Although the two women have been throwing themselves at him and he had been doing them alternatively, he wanted to go home. It was friday. Therefore, he decided that today was a good day to get wasted. He went to Freddie and asked him to go with him to the bar to have some drinks. Freddie was a different story, he couldn't get enough of looking at Ryan. From the first day, he had been wanting to get him in bed. But to his bad fortune, Ryan didn't seem interested. It wasn't like he could go and ask him to fuck, so he tried to be available whenever Ryan felt like hanging out with him. He made sure to be near the set when the shower scene took place. He stayed saying that he was interested in the filming process, asking the director for tips and stuff. When Ryan came in without his clothes, he nearly slobbered all the place. He was so fucking awesome! He didn't get to see his dick, but all his body seem like it had been sculpted by the greeks. He swore he would have him somehow. Freddie too was getting tired, because he didn't even have the women to get off with. They both were only interested in Ryan. He was left to jerk off in his room at night. So, when Ryan asked him to go out that night, he jumped at the chance. He had seen that Ryan was not too much of a drinker, so he figured he could get him drunk off his ass easily. He went to the bar at lunch, and gave the owner a couple of hundred dollars, telling him to make sure Ryan never ran out of alcohol in his glass and to serve the drinks specially strong. After getting done for the day, Ryan went to Freddie and told him to get his coat and head to the bar. Freddie was ready and they took Ryan's car to the place. When they got there, Freddie went to the owner and made him a sign. As the night went by, Ryan was getting drunk and Freddie acted like he was, but he was drinking only water and juice. Ryan made some comments about how strong the drinks were in that place. Freddie just shrugged and said that it was good, they were getting their money's worth. At some point, Ryan had to go to the bathroom, but when he got up, he couldn't walk anymore. Freddie approached him and put Ryan's arm on his shoulder. His sole touch made him shiver. He helped him and when Ryan was relieving himself, he seized the moment to take a look at the piece that he had so much wanted to see. He licked his lips and thought of the hours that were still ahead. Ryan didn't want to drink anymore, but Freddie insisted. He didn't want him to remember anything this night. Ryan reluctantly agreed and had a couple more drinks. When it was obvious that if Ryan got any drunker, he would end up in the hospital, Freddie said that they were going back to the hotel. He almost had to carry Ryan to the car. He drove with trembling hands. Even his knees were shaking. Part because he was so damn horny and part because he was extremely nervous. What if Ryan woke up and realize what he was going to do? He figured that he could always blame it on the booze and besides he was sure Ryan wouldn't remember anything in the morning. When they got to the hotel, Ryan had already passed out. He seemed peaceful in his sleep. Since the parking lot was empty, Freddie couldn't wait anymore and slipped his hand between Ryan's legs. He cupped his balls in his hands. He leaned towards Ryan and kissed his mouth. He ran his tongue over Ryan's lips and parted them slightly. He tasted alcohol. It seemed he could get drunk just by kissing him. He got off the car and went to the other door. He had to carry Ryan to his room, because Ryan wouldn't wake up. But he did it gladly, because that assured him he wouldn't know what he was going to do. Finally, he had Ryan in bed and he started undressing him. First his sneakers and socks. Then the jacket. He struggled a little to get him out of his t-shirt, but was rewarded by the sight. He ran his hand over Ryan's chest, pinching the nipples. Then over his washboard abs. Ryan's jeans were next. He unzipped him slowly, teasing himself. He knew he had several hours, it was only midnight. He got off the bed to see his toy for the night, looking so fucking in just his white CK briefs. He remembered he had brought his digital camera with him, so he ran to his room to get it. He came back with his backpack as fast as he could. And started taking pictures. He even thought that he should upload the to the internet and share Ryan's beauty with the rest of the world... then thought better of it, it was too risky. When he had enough pictures, he went to the bed again. This time he would uncover the first prize. He smelled Ryan's genitals through his briefs, and lapped at them. The smell was something that made his sight blurry. He hooked his fingers inside the waistband and took the underwear off. He saw Ryan's cock and balls up close for the first time. He ran his hands over his slightly hairy tights. He took the camera again and snapped some more pictures. Then he opened Ryan's legs to get a look at the dream of many men, his tiny puckered asshole. Freddie felt he was going to faint. He never thought this could be possible... him having fun with Ryan Phillipe's body! even if it was again his will. Well, he wasn't complaining now... he thought with a smirk. He took some pictures of Ryan in that position too, he wanted to have everything pictured, so he could remember it always. He took his own clothes off. His cock was about to burst through his pants, and his own briefs were badly messed. He felt like a bitch in heat. He laid over Ryan's body and kissed him again. He touched him everywhere, he fondled Ryan's dick and balls. He sucked his chin, his neck... then he went to his chest and sucked his nipples. He alternated between sucking Ryan's left and right nipples, pinching the other. In no time, he had them hard. He descended to Ryan's stomach and licked his navel, then the manly treasure trail. He was crazy and couldn't wait more. He attacked Ryan's dick with his tongue, lapping, licking, nibbling, and then, he took the head in his mouth. He sucked like a vacuum cleaner. Although he was drunk, all this heavy action woke up Ryan's cock and it started to get hard. Freddie couldn't be happier. Freddie kept sucking that magnificent cock and rolling the stud's balls in one of his hands, while fondling the perfect buttcheeks and asscrack with the other. It took Ryan a long time to cum, but that was more than ok with Freddie. He kept nursing himself on that cock. Ryan just let out a soft moan when he came and filled Freddie's mouth with his hot cream. After that, Freddie couldn't contain himself anymore and exploded all over Ryan's chest. He had to lick all his sperm from Ryan's body, but it was the best experience he'd ever had. Still not satisfied, Freddie turned Ryan's body around and placed the pillows under his hips. This lifted his ass and Freddie saw the luscious round orbs in all their glory. He kneaded the flesh and kissed it for some time. He then used his hands to part the buns and look at the tight rosebud that would give him endless pleasure tonight. It looked inviting and irresistible. He leaned to take in the smell and the heat coming out from it. He licked tentatively... just barely touching. He hadn't really been inclined to rim a guy until now, but this was an opportunity he could not waste. Ryan's anus felt like velvet to his tongue and tasted surprisingly exciting. He couldn't fully understand the feeling. But he kept going at it, now in a frenzy. He also experimented with his fingers. First he slipped one inside that hole. It was a tight fit. After some action he slipped in the second. He couldn't wait anymore. Maybe it would be difficult to get his cock into Ryan, but he didn't care. He searched in his bag. He had bought some lubricant in the morning. He took a dab and applied it inside Ryan's opening. Then he coated his aching dick with it. He positioned himself between Ryan's legs and guided his cock with his hand at the target. He started pushing but the sphincter didn't seem to cooperate. A little more force and in a snap the head was inside. He let out a groan when he felt the heat inside the hole. He kept applying presure and soon enough his cock was buried to the hilt. It was the best feeling he'd ever had in his whole life. While he was plowing Ryan's ass, the hole was gripping his cock like it wanted to milk him. He ran his hands along Ryan's back and hips, massaging the soft butt. He didn't know how more longer he could last. He kept fucking Ryan who was kind of stirring now. He grabbed Ryan's hands and laid his body over Ryan's back. All of a sudden, he felt he couldn't contain himself anymore. He took his dick out of that hot moist hole and bathed Ryan's back with his load. While Ryan remained unconscious, Freddie took some last pictures and licked the cream he had spewed all over Ryan. He turned Ryan over again and couldn't resist but sucking that big cut cock again. He spent a good half hour doing that. It had been several hours now and he figured Ryan could wake up if he kept doing things to him, so he slipped Ryan's briefs back on, and cleaned him with a damp towel. He figured he could leave him like that without much suspicion. And he left for his room with a smile... He would remember this night all his life. The next morning, he saw Ryan hanging at the pool with the girls. He approached them carefully and everyone waved at him cheerfully. They spent most of the day playing and chatting. He didn't want to be so close to Ryan now, fearing he might remember something. When he went to his room, he saw a white envelope in his bed. In plain writing, it said "I know what you did last night". Chills ran down his spine and his heart sunk. Someone saw him and would probably rat on him. He saw himself in jail for the rest of his life. Slowly, he opened the envelope and read what the letter said. He ran to the door and got out in a hurry. The letter said... "I know what you did last night. Meet me tonight for a repeat performance in my room. Ryan."
The End
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