Date: Tue, 23 Jan 2007 06:59:40 -1000 From: Julian Travis Subject: Chris and Ace, Part 1 (Celebrity/Gay) Disclaimer: This story is purely fictional. It does not contain any known facts regarding the sexual orientation of the individuals listed in this fantasy. If this type of fantasy offends you, please exit now. This story is not meant to harm anyone in any way. It is just a made-up fiction of one person's private thoughts. Chapter One Hi, I am Chris Daughtry. Many of you know me from Season Five of the American Idol. I am writing this while alone in my hotel room. Things have really changed in my life and only a few persons know the real basis of the change. So here am I writing these feelings down on a piece of paper while feeling so lonely in my room. Even though i greatly miss my wife and children, there is more to my life now that it has become so complicated. Let me begin by telling you how I came to this level of confusion. First, remember Ace Young? Well, during the season of the contest, I met Ace for the first time. For me, growing up in North Carolina, I was two things for sure. I was religious, who isn't down around my town? And, i was definitely anti-fag, just to be blunt. I mean, a homo was a person who was soft, fem, and sissified. So I thought. So you can imagine all of my feelings about gay guys which I soon learned about while on national television and in the American Idol competitions. The first time I got an email with a picture of an male athlete who told me that he was in love with me was a shocker. A shocker! Hell, I thought, he's pulling my chain. But, later, I began to get other letters from guys that appeared very masculine like me and some of them with families like I have. So I began to think, WOW, THIS MUST BE A JOKE. Inspite of all the fan mails and many from young guys and older men who wanted to expand my horizons, as one guy said, I just went on my merry way and focused on practicing, competing, and doing my best for the American Idol Season Five Competitions. Back to Ace Young. When i first met Ace, I must tell you that I immediately noticed his looks. As a straight guy, that's not something you usually do and if you do, you never ever admit it. But, I did. He was tall, he had an appealing smile, and he looked straight at whatever body parts he wanted to. That much I noticed. I am not sure what week it was, but I was gyrating on the stage when I finally finished and went backstage, Ace came up to me to give me a hug after the performance. I had great reviews by the judges and I was feeling like I was on a high. My beautiful wife was nearby and I looked for her smiles of affirmation and pride. She's my everything, my everything. But, she was being complimented by others too so I just walked towards her when Ace grabbed me and hugged me. It was not the hug that bothered me, but what he whispered in the most sensual whisper I have ever heard in my life. I actually felt this strange vibe or energy and felt like someone was making love to me and whispering to me sweet nothings in bed when coming to a climax. I thought Ace was purely straight, but there was something about the way he spoke and what he said. Ace whispered in a sensual tone, CHRIS, I LOVE IT WHEN YOU MOVE YOUR BODY LIKE THAT ON STAGE. YOU MUST REALLY KNOW HOW TO WORK IT IN BED. And then he hugged me and kissed my neck lightly as I pulled away. But, when I did, I looked at him straight in his eyes and he stared right through me. I felt a strange connection at that moment, but I never ever felt that way from a guy before and especially one as handsome and straight-acting as Ace Young. That night, I made love to my wife wildly. Even she did not know what was going on with me, even though she knows when I am up emotionally, so are my body parts (hmmm). Yet, for the first time in my life, I was actually thinking about Ace when I finally shot my gushes into my pretty beauty. Guys, she is my everything. I am so sad now as I am writing this letter to "the guys." Whoever they maybe, maybe no one, but I am sad because my wife knows that something has changed from inside of me. She's still my heart, but my body yearns for variety now and I hate it so badly. Back to Ace. . . Ace likes to hug. From that moment on, he began to make strange comments to me when he would hug me, building me up with a kind of curiosity. I think Ace knew when to 'come on to a guy." Right after I did a stunning performance or right after a good competition, he would make his way to me and hug me and whisper something to me. Once after he sang a beautiful song on stage, a love song, can't even remember it now, at least not tonight while writing this letter, he came up to me, hugged me again and said, I WAS THINKING ABOUT YOU SINGING IT ALONE, I WAS THINKING ABOUT YOU SINGING IT WITH ME, I WAS THINKING ABOUT YOU WHILE SINGING IT. YOU, CHRIS, YOU! That comment really planted a curiosity inside of me. What was happening to me? Was I crazy? Was I imagining? The night I sang WHAT A WONDERFUL WORLD, something happened. Sorry, I cannot again recall the actual week of the competition, but I was on guard for the next seductive visit from my new friend when I noticed he never came around. At first, I pretended to myself that I was relieved, but the truth of the matter is, I was somewhat curious and disappointed. Then I saw something that really ticked me off. Remember Mario Vasquez from Season Four? Mario was what I will call a gay guy. He had a little flamboyance in his walk and his smile was too cute to be just a hard rock guy looking for a pretty girl to enjoy making out with. Mario came back stage and seemed to be in a deep conversation with Ace and I felt a sense of rejection. Rejection? What the hell? Why would a straight guy feel some kind of rejection when Ace is talking with Mario? Then I saw Jared Yates and Eric Yoder (Season Four, Season Three) come up to Ace, obviously with Mario. Admittingly, now, I had to admit that all three of those guys were warm, handsome, and touchy. I noticed Mario hugged Ace and let his hands stay on the hips of Ace for an extended period of time. I was shocked as I observed it. Ace did not move away as Mario kept his hands on the hips of the Ace. Then Jared Yates came up and hugged him too and Jared did something else I thought was crazy. Jared attempted to pinch the nipples of Ace quickly and then smiled. Ace smiled back and that smile seemed like a communications signal. Then handsome Eric Yoder. Now, I knew Eric somewhat. He wrote me on the email too. He was like me, a kind of religious guy, so we had a few things in common. Eric totally ignored me and he just spoke with Ace. He smiled right into the eyes of Ace and suddenly kissed him quickly on the cheek. I thought, WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON? But, honestly, I was more hurt that Ace seemed to have a friendship with them that seemed like what he was making me think was special to us. After stirring around backstage, I decided to go up to Ace and make conversation. HEY, ACE, YOU DID GOOD TONIGHT. Ace looked right at me, without his warm smile and said, AND? I was shocked. I anwered, AND WHAT? WASSUP WITH YOU, MAN? YOU SOUND UPSET AND COLD? Ace spoke with some irritation and said, SO, YOU NOTICED HUH? WELL, CHRIS, YOU HAVE A LOT TO LEARN AND I AM NOT PLAYING YOUR HARD TO GET GAMES. BUZZ OFF! I was left with eggs all over my face and Ace pranced off from the backstage. That night, I went back to the hotel room and my wife was back in North Carolina and I was alone, all alone. I hugged my pillow and for the first time in my life, I cried myself to sleep. This was too much, I thought. A guy like me crying over a comment by a new friend, a guy at that. About 2 a.m., I could not sleep so I decided to turn the light on and watch some television. I noticed that I was having a hard-on so I decided to look at the playboy channel. But, no matter how beautiful those girls and women were iin the movie, I did not find them attractive or part of my fantasy for the night. I tried to stroke my manhood and think about those pretty women in the movies, but I was so hurt and not sure of what. Then the unsual happened. My cell went off. I ran to the end table to fetch it. And it was Ace. My heart was beating fast and I did not know whether to answer it and get hurt again over nothing or ignore it and do what he said about me, HARD TO GET GAMES. Well, I decided to answer the cell. HI, CHRIS, THIS IS ACE. HI, ACE, THIS IS CHRIS (and I attempted to laugh, like nothing was wrong). WELL, CHRIS, I DO NOT FIND THAT FUNNY. I THINK IT IS TIME FOR US TO HAVE A REAL TALK, GUY TO GUY. I TRIED TO BE YOUR FRIEND AND THE MORE YOU THINK YOU ARE GOING TO WIN THIS CONTEST, THE MORE YOU PULL AWAY FROM ME. WAIT, ACE, THAT IS NOT TRUE. I AM PULLING AWAY FROM YOU BECAUSE YOU ARE MAKING ME FEEL UNCOMFORTABLE. Ace interrupted. . . UNCOMFORTABLE ABOUT WHAT? WHY IS IT THAT WHEN I TELL YOU SOMETHING GOOD ABOUT YOU, YOU TIGHTEN UP? DON'T YOU KNOW THAT I KNOW THAT YOU GET STIFF ON ME WHEN I AM HUGGING YOU AND TALKING WITH YOU. ARE YOU GAY, CHRIS, SO AFRAID OF A STRAIGHT GUY LIKE ME HUGGING YOU? Ace continued . . BACK IN NORTH CAROLINA, ARE MEN STILL HUNG UP ABOUT HUGGING AND TOUCHING MEN? FUCK, CHRIS, YOU GUYS IN NORTH CAROLINA ARE MESSED UP. IN THE WEST, WE HUG, WE TOUCH, WE FEEL, AND WE ARE OKAY FEELING TURNED ON BY A GUY. YOU, FUCK YOU, CHRIS. I can tell that Ace was losing it too and in some way I felt good about that. I did not want to misread his signals and I did not want to think about a thought that he could accuse me of thinking about without merit. I broke in and said, ACE, WHY IS IT THAT WHEN YOU HUG ME YOU MAKE STUPID COMMENTS TO ME? Ace defensively restorted. . .WHAT THE HELL, CHRIS, TELL ME WHAT DID I EVER TELL YOU THAT YOU NOW CALL STUPID. YOU WANT TO MATCH YOUR EDUCATION WITH MINE, BUDDY? YOU WANT TO MATCH YOUR SMARTS WITH MINE, PUNKHEAD? I stopped him and said, ACE, WHY ARE YOU CALLING ME AT THIS HOUR OF THE NIGHT AND MORNING. JUST TO BLAST ME OFF? ARE YOU DRUNK? YOU KNOW THE RULES ABOUT DRINKING OR PARTYING? Ace simmered down a little and began to speak to me in a gentler voice tone. WELL, CHRIS, DID YOU SEE MARIO, JARED, AND ERIC WITH ME TONIGHT? THEY JUST LEFT MY HOTEL ROOM. MARIO IS ALL FAG, MAN, CHRIS, ALL FAG. I KNOW HE'S HANDSOME AND I TOLD HIM THAT, BUT I DID NOT KNOW HE WOULD TAKE IT AS AN INVITATION. I JUST INVITED HIM UP HERE AND HE STARTED TO DO A STRIP DANCE IN FRONT OF ME AND THE GUYS. I WAS NOT READY FOR THAT. MAN, A GUY STRIPPING FOR ME. I MEAN, I FOUND HIM TO BE HANDSOME, BUT THAT DOES NOT MEAN I WANTED HIM AT ALL. OK, ACE, I said, THEN YOU FEEL YOU CAN MAKE ALL OF THESE COMMENTS AND BE FUNNY. Ace sounded different in this response. . . NO, CHRIS, FOR MARIO, YES, BUT NOT FOR YOU. Ace continued. . . I TOLD MARIO TO STOP AND HE WOULD NOT. JARED AND ERIC ARE ALSO HANDSOME AND I MUST ADMIT THEY ALL LOOKED GOOD, BUT I NOTICE IT BECAUSE I AM INTO MODELING AND FASHION TOO. BUT, I WAS NOT TRYING TO INVITE THEM TO A SEX ACT. FUCK, NOT THEM. GUESS WHAT, CHRIS, THEY ACTUALLY HAD A SEX ORGY IN FRONT OF ME. I WAS TOO SHOCKED TO LET THEM TOUCH ME, BUT I DID WATCH AND I GOT A HARD-ON. I HAVE NEVER EVER SEEN A GAY MOVIE IN MY LIFE NOR HAVE I EVER SEEN REAL GUYS WITH GUYS. OK, I told to him, SO WHY ARE YOU CALLING ME UP AND TELLING ME THIS. JUST LET IT GO, ACE. THEY ARE WEIRD. MARIO IS WEIRD, NOT SURE ABOUT JARED AND ERIC. BUT I HEARD ABOUT MARIO AND I KNOW HE LOVES TO SEDUCE BORDERLINE GUYS, GUYS THAT COULD SWING BOTH WAYS IF GIVEN THE OPPORTUNITY AND SAFE FOR THEM. ERIC IS A FRIEND OF MINE AND I KNOW HE WAS SEDUCED BY THAT PUNK, MARIO. Ace moved on and asked me, CHRIS, WHAT DID I TELL YOU THAT MADE YOU UNCOMFORTABLE? i had to respond, no matter what. ACE, YOU SAID A FEW THINGS TO ME THAT SHOCKED ME. FIRST, YOU TOLD ME HOW YOU LIKE THE WAY I MOVED ON STAGE AND THAT I MUST BE GOOD IN BED. ACE, WHAT WOULD MAKE YOU COMPARE WHAT I DO ON STAGE WITH WHAT I DO IN BED WITH MY WIFE?' THEN, YOU TOLD ME THAT YOU LIKED IT WHEN I WOULD GRAB THE MIKE AND SING INTO IT WITH THE KNOB OF THE MIKE NEAR MY LIPS. WHAT THE FUCK, ACE? WHAT THE FUCK! DO YOU THINK I AM THAT NAIVE THAT I DO NOT KNOW WHAT THE KNOB REFERS TO WHEN YOU SAID IT WAS NEAR MY LIPS. YOU EVEN SAID TO ME, I LIKE THE WAY YOU HOLD THE MIKE. WHO CARES HOW I HOLD THE MIKE? I noticed that Ace was quiet so I became a little more hesitant coming up with other examples. But, Ace insisted in what seemed like a hurt voice. CHRIS, YOU MUST TELL ME ALL, I NEED TO KNOW. I DO NOT WANT TO LOSE YOU AS MY FRIEND AND I AM GETTING TIRED OF YOU GETTING HARD ON ME WHEN I AM JUST MAKING THESE COMMENTS. Honestly, guys, I thought to myself. WHY SAY . . . HARD ON ME? OKAY, ACE, LET ME TELL YOU WHAT ELSE. REMEMBER WHEN YOU FELT REALLY GOOD, THAT NIGHT YOU DRESSED UP WITH YOUR SUIT AND ALL, AND YOU CAME FROM BEHIND ME BACKSTAGE AND GRABBED ME. ACE, WHAT WAS THAT ALL ABOUT? I AM A GUY AND I DO NOT GO BEHIND ANOTHER GUY AND PRESS MY BODY INTO HIS. BUT, YOU DID, ACE, YOU DID. AND DO YOU NOT THINK I COULD FEEL THAT YOU WERE HARD AS YOUR HIPS PRESSED INTO MY BACK. I FELT YOU, ACE, AND YOU WERE HARD. IT FELT LIKE A HARD AND THICK BAT. Ace interrupted. . . AND SO, YOU DID NOT HAVE A HARD-ON BEFORE. WHY DO YOU THINK IT WAS HARD FOR YOU? I DID NOT SAY THAT, ACE, BUT WHY HUG ME IF YOU KNOW YOU HAVE A BONER. WHY SHOULD I HAVE TO FEEL IT JUST BECAUSE YOU GOT A COMPLIMENT FROM PAULA THE JUDGE WHO THOUGHT YOU WERE HANDSOME IN A DELICIOUS SORT OF WAY? Anyway, guys, Ace realized that I did take notice of what he was doing and even though he pretended to be apologetic about it, I think he was also turned on. Ace insisted on coming to my room so we could talk face to face. I felt that Ace must be straight and safe so after all the security clearance, he did leave his room and come to mine. It was now about 5 a.m., and I was still going crazy in my head. No wife, no climax, no sex, and then feeling confusion about another guy. Ace knocked. I decided not to dress but stay in my shorts without a shirt on. When Ace came in, he immediately looked at my protruding nipples and said, WOW, ARE YOU MAN OR WOMAN. He reached out and pinched my left nipple quickly and laughed out loud. At first, I got angry at the tease and then I realized how good that touch felt from a guy like Ace. . . tall, handsome, and intense. Even when he acts like he's tender, he had an air of strength that broke through my facade of being southern white male, totally homophobic. Ace was dressed with his tight jeans and well curved t-shirt. I could see his muscles and even his own nipples were protruding as well. I smiled at the thought. . . touching mine, I thought, when his is just as out there. Ace asked me, CHRIS, DO YOU MIND IF I GOT MORE COMFORTABLE? I DID NOT WANT TO LEAVE MY ROOM DRESED DOWN. BUT I DO NOT WANT TO BE IN THIS ROOM WITH MY TIGHT JEANS. Without waiting for an answer, Ace stripped off his jeans and had on a nice looking shorts. The t-shirt matched it so I was sure that was planned. Ace sat in the living room sofa across of my bed. He looked at me and smiled. I hated it when he smiled. Somehow, I knew what it meant and here I was ignoring any other signs in my life. Ace said to me, CAN I ASK YOU A QUESTION, CHRIS? WHY WERE YOU BOTHERED BY MY COMMENTS TO YOU ANYWAY? DID I TURN YOU ON WITHOUT YOU KNOWING IT OR WANTING IT? I got so defensive at that point. I said, LOOK HERE, ACE, IN MY PART OF THE COUNTRY, GUYS DO NOT TALK LIKE THIS ANYWHERE, NOT WHEN YOU ARE MAKING SEXUAL STATEMENTS AND CERTAINLY NOT IN MY HOTEL ROOM TRYING TO THINK ABOUT THEM. I DID NOT LIKE THEM. Ace pondered. . . CHRIS, HOW WOULD YOU KNOW WHAT IS NOT FOR YOU UNTIL YOU HAVE TRIED IT OUT? Ace continued without waiting for my answer as if he was afraid of my answer. He said to me, CHRIS, I HAD A THING WITH A GUY ONCE AND EVEN THOUGH I THINK I AM STRAIGHT, I CANNOT TELL YOU THAT IT WAS BAD. AS A MATTER OF FACT, I CANNOT HAVE A GIRLFRIEND TODAY UNTIL I WORK IT OUT. Ace started to proceed by telling me the story. Here I thought that that moment he was speaking about was many years ago, during this boyhood days of playing around. But, it was not. As a matter of fact, it was very recently. According to Ace, Ryan Seacrest invited him to dinner after the first week of competition and there Ryan told him that he had a way of influencing good reviews with the judges, but that Ace had to play it right. Ace said to me that he was curious because his brothers would tease him and touch his crotch area in jest for several years even after they all became adults. But, Ryan was more daring and specific. According to Ace, Ryan told him that he wanted to meet him in the hotel room and go over an understanding of what was required to have an advantage in the competition. And when Ace went back, Ryan told him that he had to model for Ryan with private pictures for his collection. Ace did not think that was so bad, so he started to prepare for picture taking as Ryan set up the camera. As the night progressed, Ace was asked to take off several clothes items until he had only his underwear. Ace told me that even though he was not comfortable at first, he felt flattered that a guy like Ryan Seacrest wanted pictures of him in his underwear, really speedos. After the shoot, according to Ace, Ryan came up to him while he was still in his speedos and said, NOW THE UNDERSTANDING MUST BE SIGNED. And Ryan reached out and touched Ace's dick. Ace immediately got harder and Ryan kept massaging it and holding it through the speedo. Ryan then asked Ace, ARE YOU WILLING TO SIGN THE DEAL? Ace, thinking it was a real signature said yes, but then Ryan fell on his knees and took out the cock of Ace. Ace's cock was large, 9 inches and thick, hard as a rock. Ryan started to suck it passionately. Ace told me that all he wanted to do was to cum and beat it out of there. But, Ryan would not let him cum. Every time Ace was ready to shoot, Ryan would use his hand to tighten the grip on the base of his dick and wait until it settled back down. Finally after thrity minutes, Ryan milked Ace to a full-on climax, right into his hungry mouth and Ryan swallowed all the cum gushing from Ace's curious manhood. As Ace was telling me the story, I was actually getting hard myself. I adjusted my shorts so he would not easily recognize my stiffness. But, Ace looked at me and said, CHRIS, AM I GETTING YOU BOTHERED? YOU SEEM TO BE GETTING HARD DOWN THERE. I did not answer. Then Ace strolled over to my side of the room and pushed me gently down. I laid back, totally in confusion, not knowing what to do, hating to lose my friend, and curious about all this guy talk now that I am in the big city. Ace started to pull my shorts down and reached in to touch my cock. FUCK! It was the first time a guy ever touched me there. I was hard as a rock, hard! He started to stroke it so it would get harder and then immediately put me into his mouth. His tongue started to enter into my piss slit and his whole mouth swallowed my growing manhood. His right hand grabbed the base of the dick and started to massage my balls. I went into frenzy. Even though I love my wife with all of my heart, she never had a thing for sucking me off. For us, it was straight sex, me enter, she and I cum together. But foreplay like this, no way. She barely sucks on my dick and when she does, it's only for the moment. But, Ace was savoring my cock and worshipping it. I was so sensitive at his stroking that I began to thrash all over the bed. I started to move from one part of the bed to the other and Ace kept moving with me, my cock in his mouth. Before I could shoot my load, Ace said to me, CHRIS, YOU MISS YOUR WIFE, HUH? LET ME BE YOUR WIFE TONIGHT. I AM CLEAN. I JUST TOOK A SHOWER. I WANT YOU TO ENTER INTO ME AND MAKE BELIEVE THAT I AM YOUR WIFE. Before I could answer, Ace stripped down and I looked at his body and admired how well muscled he was. At first, I felt intimidated. He was handsome with a nice body and a large dong that was not yet fully hard. He did not ask me to touch him, but he put some oil on my cock and then told me to put it inside of him. He laid there and started to tell me to think about my darling wife and fuck his ass. By then, guys, I was pass the place the no return. I needed to shoot and somehow a delicous guy like Ace was becoming a quick option. So I crawled on top of his body and placed my cock into the opening hole of this hungry friend. I was hard, but I was not sure how to put it in when his butt was so muscular and his hole was so tight. PUT IT IN, CHRIS, Ace begged. And after a few moments of trying, I finally entered and started to fuck him with venom. I did not know what took over me. It was a combination of missing my wife and needing sex with her (we had sex everyday) and wanting to explore this kind of sexuality with a friend like Ace. It did not take me long, as you can suspect, for me to cum way inside of Ace's ass. I kept shooting inside of him, more than I have ever done with my wife. It felt good, but strange. As you can imagine, I turned to immediate guilt and shame. To me, when a guy fucks a guy, he's only to be viewed as gay. Not bi, not curious, JUST GAY. FUCK! I thought to myself that I must be gay and that I had to face it or else the word would leak out. As I pulled out of Ace, I started to cry and Ace immedately got up and held me. As he was holding me and as I was crying almost uncontrollably, he started to kiss my brow, then my cheeks, and finally my lips. I tried to pull away but Ace applied some of his obvious masculine strength and held me close to him. My cock was spent so I did not want his hand to touch me. I was a clean freak and really wanted to bathe again. But, he kept playing with my tits and kissing me passionately, then to my neck. Wow! I was getting hard again. Then Ace said to the most fearful thing I had not wanted to hear. CHRIS, WHAT ABOUT ME? RYAN WAS MY FIRST, NOT COUNTING MY BROTHERS. I WANT YOU TO MAKE ME CUM AS MY FRIEND. I WANT US TO BE LOVERS AND THAT BE OUR SECRET. I felt so obligated to do somethin in return so I got the oil and laid him down and began to stroke his cock. The least I could have done, I thought, was to milk his dick. But, for the first time as it was my first time, I wanted him to feel what I had wanted my wife to make me feel. I love my wife as I have said over and over again, but sex is very strong in a conventional way between us. She would not hardly stroke my cock and I thought about how I wished she would. But, I wanted Ace to find pleasure in my hands so he would not expect me to use my mouth or my ass. So I started to massage his cock with sensual strokes, sparking sensations all over his body. As I did that, Ace started to talk sex talk. When i was fucking him, we were both quiet, but now, he needed to talk sex in order to cum. But, what he was saying was troubling at first and then I realized how turned on I was getting. Here's Ace's sex talk without caps. AAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH, baby . . .yes, Mrs. Daughtry. . . yes, Mrs. Chris Daughtry. Chris does not need to know. I love your hands, so soft, so beautiful . . I knew the moment I saw you with Chris that you admired me too. I know Chris is your husband, but you really want me to put my manhood way inside of your hungry pussy. Oooooooohhhhh, Mrs. Chris Daughtry. Stroke me, milk me, and make cum all over your wedding band. Baby, that would be so hot. Milk me with your soft hands, little fingers, milk me, baby, as I get ready to fuck your pussy. I felt really contaminated by the conversation, but at the same time, i felt this heat rising in my dick. I looked down and saw that I was getting hard. I looked at the body of Ace and thought about how it would look on top of my little wife, pushing his thick member into her small and tight pussy. I got hard just imagining it. Then as he was ready to climax, he continued the story. Yes, baby, Yes, Mrs. CHRRRRIIIISSSSS DAUGHTRY. Spread your legs wide open and take in my secret weapon. I saw the way you looked at me, baby, I saw the way you admired my body. I know what you really wanted. To try out my goods. My hot cock. Here is it baby. AAAHHH, baby, it feels so good going inside of you. Chris told me that you both were virgins when you got married and now you know what it feels like to have a huge cock inside of you. AAAAHHHH, CHRIS, your wife is yellling out my name, Chris. She loves the way I feel inside of her. She is going to cum, Chris. Can you hear her now? You know how she sound when you made her cum, but, Chris, she is yelling out my name. Can you hear her? OOOOHHHHH, Ace, I LOVE THE WAY YOU FEEL INSIDE OF ME. YOU ARE SO BIG, SO HUGE, YOU ARE STRETCHING MY PUSSY. I AM GOING TO CUM, ACE, PLEASE SHOOT YOUR LOAD IN ME, I WANT YOUR BABY. I WANT TO REMEMBER YOU AND HAVE A SON JUST AS HANDSOME AS YOU ARE. aaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. Right there, I got angry and turned on at the same time and started to rapidly stroke Ace's cock. I was angry inside to think of such a possibility between Ace and my wife, but it was not long before he shot a huge unbelievable load of cum all over the bed and even on top of me and my skin. My skin? Can you imagine? Cum on my skin? I was more confused than ever. After Ace came, I needed to address what had just happened. i told Ace, HEY, PLEASE DO NOT USE MY WIFE IN YOUR FANTASY. SHE'S OFF LIMIT, OKAY, ACE? Ace nodded in agreement. I KNOW SHE IS, I JUST WANTED YOU TO FEEL WHAT I WAS FEELING, ALL THOSE EMOTIONS. . . FEAR AND PASSION, Ace commented. Anyway, the season is over. Ace and I never talked about it or had anything do with each other again. I took it personal. I wanted it again, but Ace seemed to be disinterested in me. I did not know why. When my wife came back from North Carolina, I observed Ace a lot and he would look her over and smile at himself. I was getting angry, jealous for involving my wife in his fantasies and turned on at the thought that another man could fuck her or me and keep both secrets. Well, guys, here I am. I feel really lonely tonight. I sang and as I sang, I saw some guys looking at me the same way Ace used to look at me. Ace never ever spoke to me once the season was over. And when he did after that one night, he was cold, no smile, no spark. Something had died inside of him after he managed to turn me on to this whole curiosity. I am not sure what I am going to do now. I cry myself to sleep a lot and I have pulled away from my wife. Even when I make love to her, I think about Ace, either the way I fucked his hungry ass or the way he said he was fucking my wife. And I come away angry and hot at the same time. What a contradiction of emotions. Fear that she will stray and passion that I will stray myself as I did anyway. Tonight, I saw Justin Gaurini in the audience. After the show, he came up to me and introduced himself to me. He's not that handsome, but for some reason, I knew he knew "how to work it in bed" (something like what Ace said of me). I was sad when Justin came to talk to me, so out of the blue, i asked him if he had ever met Ace and he said that Ace calls him all the time. I was even more hurt. Then Justin said something that really sparked me. . . HEY, CHRIS, CAN WE MEET EARLY TOMORROW MORNING. YOU KNOW, WHEN WE BOTH HAVE BONERS, AND WORK ON OUR NEED TOGETHER, I MEAN A POSSIBLE PROJECTS TOGETHER? Justin smiled and agreed to meet with me at my hotel room at 7 a.m. How can I give myself to another guy anyway? Ace is the total package. He's handsome, tender, masculine, hard, wild, and a guy that loves to fantasize every imaginable sexual scenes to turn a person completely on and uncontrollably so. But, why would Ace just "walk out" and never talk to me again once the season was over. I won't forget the last night. I decided to go to him and thank him for knowing him and the friendship. I went to hug him, I wanted to feel that embrace again, and he stuck out his hand. WELL, CHRIS DAUGHTRY, HOPE YOU HAVE A GREAT LIFE, Ace said saracastically. I wanted to punch him for some reason, tell him that I was so upset for turning me on and then chasing me out. But, I could not as my wife was approaching. Then Ace went to grab her, held her a little too long. He whispered something in her ear and she smiled back. I thought to myself, FUCK YOU, ACE. I hope Justin does not want sex with me. He does not turn me on, but I bet he'd be good in bed somehow and in someway. I can tell now that I have been with Ace that one time. I will report to you what happens in the morning at a later posting. By the way, I just got an email from John Edwards, former senator from North Carolina. He wants to meet me personally. This is hat he said, HI, CHRIS, AS YOU MAY KNOW, I AM RUNNING FOR MY PARTY'S CANDIDACY FOR THE PRESIDENCY OF THE UNITED STATES. I WOULD LIKE TO MEET WITH YOU PRIVATELY AND IN SECRET. CAN WE MEET? TELL ME WHEN, TELL ME WHERE, AND I WILL TELL YOU HOW. Strange email, huh? to be continued