Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction and does not imply any truth about
the real Elijah Wood.  It does reveal the wishful thinking of the author

DEEP IMPACT WITH ELIJAH
	
	Tonight was my big night.  I had been looking forward to this day
for weeks . . . and now it was here.  The opening night of "Deep Impact"!
Not only did the movie itself look cool, but my favorite actor, none other
than the incredible gorgeous Elijah Wood, was going to be making a guest
appearance for the opening.
	Oh yeah, my name's Josh.  I'm 15 years old, about 5'8" and 130
pounds.  Brown hair, blue eyes.  I guess I'm kinda cute . . . at least
that's what I've been told.  Anyway, I had been dreaming about Elijah since
I saw him in "The War", and he was even cuter with his shirt off in
"Flipper".  But now, I was going to see him in person for the first time!
	I got to the theatre early, hoping to catch a glimpse of my crush
and maybe even talked to him.  But the crowds were huge.  There were tons
of annoying, screaming girls (how immature is that) lining the walkway to
see him.  Well anyway, he arrived right on schedule and walked right on
down the aisle waving and smiling (oh, I love his smile!), but not even
stopping long enough for me to get a proper look at him.  Eventually, we
were let into the theatre and I made sure that I got a good seat as close
to where Elijah was sitting (and even that wasn't very good -- I was four
rows behind him).
	Before the movie started, I decided to go to the bathroom, so I
quickly left my seat and went into the bathroom to relieve myself.  When I
had finished my business, I went to sink to wash my hands (so I'm hygenic,
sue me).  Just as I was rinsing them off, one of the stall doors opened and
Elijah Wood came out and stood right next to me and started to wash his
hands.
	"Hey, here to see the movie?" He said.
	"Um . . . yeah . . . aren't you . . . Elijah Wood?" I managed to
stammer out.
	"That's me, and you would be?"
	"Josh . . . yeah, that's it.  Hey sorry I'm being so weird, I'm
just a really huge fan of yours.  You were awesome in Flipper and I can't
wait to see you tonight."
	"Thanks man," he replied graciously, "tell you what, I've got
really good seats near the front, but my parents couldn't make it.  I'd
love some company . . . you wanna sit with me?"
	"SURE!!!" I said a little too enthusiasticaly.  This night was
turning out better than I could have ever hoped.
	The movie ended as quickly as it began.  It was really awesome.  Of
course in my mind Elijah stole the show, but the movie really was very
good.  Afterwards, he invited me to head back to his hotel.  He said there
was a big party for some of the cast who had been around for the premiere.
Since my mom was expecting me to be out that night anyway, I (obviously)
obliged and went with him.  Once we got to the hotel, I called up my house
and told my mom that I'd be spending the night at a friends house . . . at
least that way I'd be able to stay out longer.
	The party was great.  I got to meet Robert Duvall and Morgan
Freeman.  Besides that, I mostly just talked to Elijah.  He was so easy to
talk to.  I love hearing his voice.  We actually found out that we really
had a lot in common.  He liked being a movie star, but it was really
stressful sometimes.
	"Listen," said Ellijah, "this party's really dying down . . . wanna
go hang out in my room and watch some TV or something?"
	"Yeah."  So we both headed up to his room.  By this time we had
already decided that I was just going to crash in his room for the night
(yeah, I was psyched) so when we got there, he flipped on the TV and
stripped down to his boxers and a t-shirt and started getting ready for
bed.  I quickly followed his lead, and in a few minutes we were sitting on
his bed talking.
	"Hey Josh, I don't mean to be to direct," said Elijah, "but I'm
just curious . . . have you ever done it, you know sex, with a girl or
anything?"
	"Naw, just haven't found anyone that great really.  How `bout you?"
I questioned, "You must have screwed a few girls . . .  you know, being
famous and all."
	"No . . . I guess I've just never really been into girls."  My jaw
must have hit the floor.  Was this boy, the boy that I had jerked off
dreaming about a million times telling me that he was gay?  No way.  I took
a chance
	"Yeah," I said softly, "me neither, but I like you."  Then I
lightly put my hand on his leg.
	"I really like you too Josh."  And then Elijah placed his hand on
mine.  Then I looked deeply into his crystal clear pools of blue eyes and
our lips met, lightly at first, and then more firmly.  I could feel
Elijah's tongue against my lips, so I opened my mouth and let him in.  And
I put my tongue in his mouth.  And for the first time, I felt the inside of
another boys mouth.  We kissed passionately for a minute more and then
broke apart.
	"I been looking for someone like you for so long!" beamed Elijah.
	"I've been looking for you too."  I smiled.  Then I reached over
and peeled off his shirt to reveal his perfectly smooth chest.  There
wasn't a trace of hair anywhere except for a light dusting under his arms.
He pecs were just beginning to form and I could see the slight definition
of a six-pack at his stomach.
	"Mmmmm . . ." was all I could manage to say as his slid my shirt
off.  We layed back down on his bed, now just in our boxers.  We continued
where we had left off . . . exploring each others mouths.  At this point,
my cock had reached it's full 6 inch length and it was throbbing.  While I
kissed Elijah, my right hand toyed with his nipples and I felt them become
rock hard.  Elijah was sliding his hand down my back and feeling my butt
and teasing it.  I let my hand roam over his hard stomach and it came to
rest on his fabric covered cock.  He was hard as a rock and I couldn't wait
any longer to see it.  I slid his boxers off to reveal his beautiful 5.5
inch cock.  His balls were big and plump and he had a beautiful crown of
brown pubic hair to make the package even better.  I began to jerk him off
as his slid off my boxers and toyed with my balls.  Suddenly I felt mu
balls draw up tight and I shot a load of cum all over Elijah's hand.  He
licked some of it off.
	"Mmmm . . . so good.  I could eat this all day," he said.  I
realized that he was still hard so I leaned over and began kissing down his
chest, stopping to swirl my tongue in his small belly-button.  When my
tongue touched his precum covered head it was magic.  I licked down his
shaft, gave his balls a quick lick and then back up his shaft before I took
his cock in my mouth.  He began to wildly buck his hips and I knew I was
about to get Elijah Wood off.  I felt him tighten up and shoot his load
down my throat.  I swallowed it all.  We just laid in his bed for a few
minutes.  Finally, he broke the silence.
	"That was great," he sighed.
	"Yeah."  We just sat there fondling each other.  He liked playing
with my nipples and rolling my balls around.  I loved gently stroking his
cock and feeling him flex his rock hard biceps.
	"Josh," said Elijah, "you can say whatever you want, but would you
mind if I . . . fucked you?"
	"Not at all, Elijah . . . I love you."
	"I love you too."  By this time his cock was rock hard again as was
mine.  Elijah took some vaseline out of his dresser and smeared it on my
asshole and all over his rod.
	"Ready?" he said, "I'll go gently, I promise."
	He put the tip of his cock at my hole and slowly eased in.  The
vaseline helped him to slip in easier.  It hurt for a minute, but after we
both relaxed, it started to feel so good.  Elijah held on to my hips and
began to slowly rock himself in and out of my hole, just barely pulling all
the way out.  As he became more comfortable, he moved slightly faster.
Seeing the boy of my dreams ram his hard cock in and out of my ass was
driving me wild.  I grabbed my own cock and began to stroke.  At this point
Elijah was moving lightning fast when he began to slow down and thrust
harder and harder.  Finally, he grabben my hips and drove his cock into me
one last time.  I felt him spasm in my ass and erupt a huge load of cum up
my butt.  I've never felt anything better in my life.  We stayed like that
for a minute before he pulled out of me and crawled up in bed next to me.
We snuggled together, pulled the sheets over us, and kissed gently.
	"That was so great Elijah," I said.
	"Yeah it was, thank you," he replied.
	"I really do love you," I said.
	"And I love you too."  We layed in each others arms and began to
drift to sleep.
	"You know," said Elijah with a yawn, "there's always tomorrow.  And
I've got a friend coming to visit who might be a little interested in this
kind of thing."  I kissed him on the lips again.
	"I can't wait to meet him," I said.

To be continued?