This fictional story is not meant to apply anything about the true sexuality of anybody associated with Dell Computers, including Ben Curtis, who plays the fictional TV personality "Steven AKA The Dell Guy."
This story deals with consenting young adults engaging in homoerotic behavior. Reader's discretion is advised, and no one under the legal age should read this.
"Dude, You're Getting The Dell Guy"
There's something to be said about stage-moms. Or at least mine. A stage-mom, for those out of "the business" is your typical forty-something mother of a child whom she is pushing into show business to live out her own failed dream of being a star.
My mom first got me into "show business" when I was twelve years old. The local mall was having a model-search contest, and unbeknownst to me, she had entered me in it. Before I knew what was happening, I was walking down a makeshift runway centered between The Gap and a Payless Shoe Store, wearing a ridiculously coordinated outfit loaned to me by the good people of Sears.
For some reason or another, I ended up winning that contest, and was told by many different men with greasy hair and contracts that I was on my way to becoming a STAR. Apparently, though, their definition of "a star" consisted of sending me to the set of every L.A. based family sitcom as an extra in the background of scenes. Not that I was complaining, mind you, after all, I was getting $75 a day and got to meet some of my favorite TV stars of the time like Joey Lawrence on the set of "Blossom," or Mario Lopez on the set of "Saved By The Bell." Cheap thrills.
My lucky break into true stardom never came my way, and once I got into high school, I cut back on the "extra" work to focus on my studies. Occasionally my agent would call, and once in a while I'd accept a job, if only to meet the cute lead actor of whatever TV series it was for. But once I hit my senior year, school had to become the main priority, and I quit "show business" forever. Or so I thought.
Eventually, high school ended, college came, and my finances ran dry. I was living on my own in a show of independence against my over-bearing mother, but was realizing quickly that if I couldn't afford to pay for my classes and my dorm, going back home would be my only option. Finding a part-time job would be hard, because no stores in my area seemed to be hiring.
With no other options, I decided that I would call up my old agent and see if he was still interested in representing me. To my fortune, he was, and was even more delighted upon meeting me face to face again (to sign another contract) because though I was now 19 years old, I could still easily pass for younger. I believe he referred to my "boyish good looks" as my key to success. Personally, I think he just wanted to jump my bones.
So now, here I am, 19 years old, trying to pass as a 16 year old high school student in all your favorite teen-based shows. It's a life a little above average, but nothing worth throwing a party for.
It was a week ago that everything changed.
I was in my dorm, watching an episode of Smallville, trying to find myself among the dozens of other extras behind Clark Kent and Lana Lang. From across the room, my pager went off. I knew it was either my mother or my agent, as they were the only ones who had that number. Neither one of them was important enough to make me want to take my eyes off of Tom Welling as Clark Kent.
After a minute or two, a commercial came on. I walked across the room to check who had paged me and found it was my agent. I went to pick up the phone and turn down the volume on my TV when I saw *the commercial.*
It was the latest in those ads for Dell Computers, featuring the "boyishly cute" surfer-next-door-type actor who played the character "Steven." I waited for his catch-phrase before dialing the phone...after all, he had been the focus of many of my recent masturbatory fantasies.
"Steven" had convinced his best friend's mom to buy him a Dell Computer, then turned to his friend and said: "Dude, you're getting a Dell."
I smiled at his sly delivery, then muted the TV to call my agent.
"Star Shine Talent Agency," they answered.
"Hi," I responded, "this is Ray Collins, you paged me."
"Oh yeah, right, Ray! So are you free tomorrow."
"Great! We wanna book you for a commercial!"
"A commercial? Usually I do TV shows."
"We wanna expand your horizons, man. Plus, commercials are more money!"
"Great! I'm there. What's the commercial for?"
"Seriously. You know the ones, right? With that kid and his `dude, you're getting a dell' shtick."
He then proceeded to give me directions to the shoot, as I numbly took down notes. For some reason or another, knowing that in less than twenty-four hours I'd be in the same room as this young guy gave me such a thrill that I'd never experienced before. Something inside me just knew that this was going to be...special.
The next day, I arrived at the studio. I had to park practically a mile away and be shuttled to the set (the benefits of being an extra.) Once I checked in with the assistant director, I was sent to the extra's holding area. I had yet to see "Steven," though I did find out from a production sheet that his real name was Ben Curtis.
After about two hours of waiting and listening to the aspirations of fame from my fellow extras (three guys and four girls) the Assistant Director (A.D. for short) finally came and told us we were going to go to wardrobe for fittings. On the TV shows I had done, they usually had us bring our own clothes, but apparently Dell could afford to clothe all of it's actors.
We got to the Wardrobe Room, and I was last in line (because I lingered behind trying to catch a glimpse of "Steven.") As the other extras were assigned outfits, they left to go back to the holding area for what would probably be another hour of waiting around. Finally, it was my turn and it was just me and the young wardrobe lady, who had short bleached blond hair and far too much make-up on.
She handed me a dull navy blue shirt to wear and a pair of black jeans (heaven forbid the extras stand out on screen!) I was about to turn and walk into the fitting room, when HE walked in.
"Steven," or Ben Curtis as everyone in reality referred to him, walked in wearing a bright yellow shirt that clung to his body, and bright blue jeans. His dirty blond hair only helped to highlight his blue eyes. He appeared to be upset.
"Zoey," he said, his voice a little deeper than the one he uses on TV, "this shirt is too tight."
"That's the look Ben," Zoey the wardrobe lady replied.
"But I can't breeeeathe," he said, pulling at the collar.
Zoey gave an over-exaggerated sigh and pulled out a replica of the yellow shirt "Steve"/Ben was wearing.
"Here, try this one," she said, handing him the shirt.
I expected that he would take it back to his dressing room, and I prepared to walk into the fitting room, but I was stopped in my tracks when I saw him pull of his too-tight yellow shirt.
The moment is forever etched in mind in slow motion. His yellow shirt slowly rose over his body, revealing a perfectly toned smooth body. I knew I was staring, but I couldn't help it. I had fantasized over this guy for almost a year, and now here he was, half-naked in front of me. My eyes focused on his pink round nipples, then trailed down to his abs. I could tell that he worked out, but not to the point of becoming some sort of muscle-head. And then there was that hint of a treasure trail...light brown hair leading from his belly button down to the button of his pants...and below...
"Hey," I heard his voice say.
I looked up and found that he was looking at me staring at him.
"Oh, um, hey," I managed to get out.
"What's up, man," he said casually.
"Uh, nothing," I responded, then quickly went into the fitting room.
From inside, I heard him tell Zoey that the new shirt fit a lot better and that he could breathe without the help of a respirator. I quickly got dressed, thought of "ugly" thoughts to get my boner down, then went back out into the wardrobe room, but "Steven"/Ben had gone.
Apparently, Zoey caught onto my disappointment.
"He's cute, huh," she asked.
"Oh, um, I guess," I replied.
"Yeah," she said, looking lovingly in the direction that he had left.
"Are you two, uh, together," I asked.
"Me and Ben," she asked, laughing. "Oh no...he's--uh, not my type."
I looked at her suspiciously, but she quickly changed the subject.
"That outfit looks great on you," she said. "See you on the set."
With that she turned from me and began fiddling idly with a stack of clothes.
An hour later, the A.D. had finally called us extras to the set. He had informed us a few minutes earlier that the scene they were shooting today revolved around "Steven" trying to convince a series of shopper's at a no-name computer store to, what else, go home and order a Dell Computer instead. Apparently, we eight extras were cast as "The Shoppers." During the scene, we would all be in a mock-computer store, standing in line with our shopping carts full of generic computer boxes, and "Steven" would come up to us individually and while putting down the computer we had chosen, he'd simultaneously be promoting Dell's line of computers.
Despite hours of waiting in the holding area, the production team seemed very anxious to get the scene over with and filmed. I looked around the set, and didn't see "Steven" yet.
The A.D. directed us over to the mock check-out lane of mock computer store, and a mustached man from the Props department assigned us each our own shopping cart. They paired up six of the extras as "shopping couples," then choose the girl who would have been paired up with me to serve as the "Check-out" girl of the mock computer store, which left me alone and last in line with my shopping cart. The A.D. was giving us the low-down on how the scene would be played, and though he was speaking to me directly at one point, I was too busy looking around for "Steven" to hear what he said. I just smiled and nodded when the A.D. looked at me.
"Are we ready," boomed the director.
"Yes, sir," answered the A.D.
I looked around anxiously.
"Right here," a familiar voice answered. Ben appeared from around a corner, in full "Steven" character. I had seen this before on many sets, and apparently Ben was the type of actor who liked to stay in character while on the set.
"Places, Ben," the director instructed.
Ben walked towards us, and I tried not to stare, but couldn't help it. He noticed me looking at him, and gave me a friendly nod.
"What's up, dude?"
I just smiled, like the big dork I apparently am.
He moved on, and hit his mark at the front of the line.
After a few technical problems, the director finally yelled "Action."
And immediately, Ben went into "Steven's" dialogue, about the pros and cons of different computers. To be honest, I don't remember a line of dialogue he said, I was too mesmerized with watching my fantasy guy perform right in front of my eyes. All I knew was that Ben was moving from shopping cart to shopping cart, expressing those little idiosyncrasies that made him such a great spokesperson.
But then something snapped me out of my trance, as I felt Ben/"Steven's" hands on my shoulders from behind, his face leaning into my ear, and his voice saying:
"Dude, you're getting a Dell."
I had more than a Dell at that point.
The director yelled "Cut!"
Ben kept his hands on my shoulders though for a moment, as we all waited for the director's next move. I was literally numb, and stiff all over.
"That was good," the director said, "but I wanna get two more takes in for insurance."
"Right on," said Ben, as he patted my shoulders and walked back to his first mark.
I realized that earlier, in my state of infatuation with Ben, the A.D. had told me that the scene would end with him coming up to me and delivering the catch phrase over my shoulder.
I saw the A.D. approach me.
"Listen," he said, "when Ben comes up to you, we need you to act a little more...easy-going...and not tense up quite as much as you did before. Remember, getting a Dell is a GOOD thing."
"Right," I said, trying to play it cool.
"Okay," he said, then turned to the crew, "let's get this thing done."
We repeated the scene three more times instead of twice because sound wasn't rolling the first time. Each scene ended with Ben standing right behind me, his large hands firmly planted on my shoulders, his mouth mere centimeters away from my ear. I could feel his breath penetrating my hearing canal and it sent tingles down my spine.
Finally, the director had decided they had enough of the main shots, but now he wanted to film close-ups. The A.D. told us extras that we'd each be called to the set one at a time to film the required close-ups of Ben talking to us.
As I walked back to the extra's holding area, I was still slightly in a trance from being so close to Ben Curtis. I didn't quite know what it was about him that appealed to me that much. He wasn't the sexiest guy on the planet, but there was still something about him, that boy-next-door quality, that made me absolutely giddy.
I spent the next two hours in the holding area, watching as one by one, my fellow extras were called to the set. After each one was done with their scene, they were released from the set and told they could go home. It finally came down to just me and the two extras who were cast as a couple in front of me in the line we had created at the fake computer store. When they were called to the set before me, I didn't know whether to be upset that it was taking so long for me to finally get home and get in a good jerking session, or whether I should be relieved that I was able to spend even more time in the very area that Ben Curtis was. I leaned towards the latter.
Another half hour or so, and the A.D. finally came to take me to the set. There Ben stood, leaning against the makeshift cash register. He looked a little more tired than he did earlier in the day. Everyone on the set did, in fact. As I walked to where my mark was earlier in the day, I noticed that the cameras were now set up to focus on me and Ben. Something about the idea of our faces together on screen for millions of people to see across the country turned me on in a way I never had thought about before.
I noticed Ben see me, and could have sworn I saw a slight smile crawl across his mouth. I slightly smiled back and hit my mark.
"Ben," the director said, "let's go for it."
"Right on guy," he replied as he walked towards me again.
The A.D. approached both of us.
"So we're gonna take this," the A.D. began to me, "from where `Stephen' leans over your shoulder and gives you the catchphrase. It's very important that the idea of getting a Dell is the most important thing in the world to you. When he says it, I want you to imagine that you're going to get the thing you want most in the world., and react to that, okay?"
"Okay," the A.D. repeated as he walked back to his off-camera spot.
"It's funny," Ben said as he leaned in to me, "they think actors are a bunch of idiots who wouldn't know how to respond to something if our lives depended on it."
"Yeah," I said, forcing a stupid laugh, again proving how big of a dork I am.
Ben just patted my shoulders and took his mark.
"Are we ready," the director asked loudly. A dozen people responded positively. "Then let's get this thing going. Action!"
In character as "Steven," Ben walked up behind me, placed his hands on my shoulder (tighter than he had before) and leaned into my ear.
"Dude, you're getting a Dell."
I imagined I was getting the Dell Guy and reacted appropriately.
The director yelled cut, and whispered something to the A.D., who then approached me and Ben.
"Okay," he said, "that was absolutely golden, but because the camera needs to be right up their in your faces, we're gonna need your faces to be a lot closer together at the end there."
"Like how close," Ben asked.
"Like this," the A.D. replied, as he placed of his hands one on the left side of my face and the other on the right side of Ben's face, and gently pushed our faces together until it seemed like only a thin piece of lined paper would fit between the two of us.
"Okay," Ben said. "This okay with you," he asked me.
"It's, uh, fine," I managed to get out.
"Great," the A.D. said, as he walked back to his spot.
Ben pulled away from me and walked back to his first mark. I shook my head slightly, cleared my throat and took a deep breath.
I heard the director yell action again, and as Ben approached me from behind, I tried my hardest to focus on my "acting," but apparently Ben had lost his focus of the distance between us, or I had unconsciously moved over a little bit, because as Ben came to put his head next to mine, our faces touched, our cheeks colliding. Instinctively, we both turned to face each other, and our eyes became focused on each others as it was now our noses turn to touch.
The director yelled cut, and after a moment, Ben pulled away, keeping his eyes on me.
"Sorry about that," he called to the director, still looking at me. "My fault completely."
"Let's go again," the director called.
I had to pull away from Ben's stare to get ready again.
The director yelled action once more, and Ben approached me again, placed his head a paper's width away from me and said: "Dude, you're getting a Dell." I reacted the way I was directed to, and after a moment, the director yelled cut.
"We've got it," the director announced. "That's a wrap."
Cheers from the crew erupted as Ben turned to face me, his face slightly away from mine.
"Good work, guy," he said.
"You too," I replied.
"What's your name," he asked.
"Ray," I replied.
"It's been very cool to meet you Ray, I'm Ben."
I smiled. "I know that."
"Oh yeah," Ben said, laughing.
The crew was starting to dissipate, but Ben and I stayed on the set, smiling at each other.
"So, uh," he said, "you have a good time today?"
"Sure," I responded. "I really dig these commercials so it was cool to work on one."
"Right on," Ben said. "Do you have a Dell PC?"
"Actually no," I said, laughing. "No computer at all at the moment. My last one was the victim of a fatal virus."
"Well hey," Ben said, his face lighting up, "let me see what I can do about getting you one."
"Yeah, the people at Dell are always sending me free crap since I've helped make the stuff a household name. I'm sure I can get one sent to you."
"Oh, that's not neccesary."
"Sure it is guy," Ben said, "after all, you suffered through having my cheek up against yours and all...!"
Suffered isn't quite the right word, I felt like saying.
"So why don't you follow me to my dressing room, and I can get your address and stuff so they can send one to you."
"Um, sure," I replied, not wanting to pass up an invitation to his dressing room. "Oh wait," I said, realizing something, "I have to return my clothes to wardrobe."
"Oh yeah," he said, "me too. Well, why don't you go get dressed in your own clothes again and meet me in my dressing room in about five minutes. It's the one right down the hall there. My name's on the door."
"Okay," I said. "I'll see you in five."
After that I walked back to the extra's holding area and changed back into my normal street clothes (a baby blue polo shirt and navy blue corduroy pants.) I stopped in front of a mirror to check my hair. I wasn't quite sure of what was going to happen in that dressing room, I wasn't even sure if Ben was gay, but I knew that no matter what happened, I wanted to look my best.
Four and a half minutes later, I was standing in front of Ben's dressing room. Upon until that moment I had never quite understand the over-cliched statement "butterflies in my stomach," yet here I was, with butterflies going at full force in my poor stomach.
I lifted my arm to knock on the door. Three steady knocks.
"Come in," I heard Ben's voice say from the other side of the door.
Taking perhaps the deepest breath of my life, I opened the door and stepped into the dressing room.
There, standing before me was Ben Curtis, walking towards me with no shirt on, and the top button of his pants undone, to reveal with green and yellow striped boxers.
I lost my breath.
He walked past me and shut the door behind me.
"For privacy," he said, smiling as he walked back to where he was standing when I had gotten there. "Sorry about this," he said, referring to his state of undress, "you caught me just as I was getting changed."
"I can come back if you want--"
"Don't worry about it," he said confidently. With that, he started to pull down his pants, and I was mesmerized. He had a slight tan, not too dark, but dark enough. He probably spent a lot of time at the beach. As he stepped out of his pants, I noticed his legs. Now I'm not much of a leg guy, but his legs were perfect. Not too skinny, not too hairy, his knees were not too knobby...they were absolutely perfection.
I realized that I was staring and looked away.
"So hey," Ben said, "you'll find what you need on the table there."
Ben smiled at me with a sheepish grin. "Pen and paper. You know, for your address. So I can have Dell send you--"
"Oh, right," I said, feeling quite the fool. I walked over to the table and began writing my information down.
"So," Ben said, "do you have a girlfriend, Ray?"
"Uh, no," I responded hesitatingly.
"Not at the moment," I said, trying to subtly let on to him that I was a full-fledged, out of the closet, homosexual young man of the new millennium. I had finished writing my address and turned to face him. He was still in only his boxers.
"Right on," he said, with a sly smile.
Suddenly, a calm came over me and I felt very confident.
"So Ben," I said to him, taking a step forward. "This is very kind of you to get me a free computer and all...I wish there was something I could do for you in return."
Our eyes met...half smiling, half with serious intent.
"Maybe there is," Ben said.
"So Ben, do you have a girlfriend?"
"Not at the moment," he repeated with a mischievous grin. "But I'm always on the lookout."
"Right on," I said, taking another step closer to him as he a step towards me.
"From the moment I walked into that wardrobe room," Ben said, "I've wanted you."
"Very, very cool," Ben said, taking one last step towards me until we were only inches apart.
"I want to feel you touch me."
I lifted my arms and placed my hands on the sides of his bare stomach. He let out a brief sigh.
I leaned in towards him, wrapped my arms around his body, and pulled him in for a kiss. Our lips met softly at first, gently caressing each other's mouth. I felt his arms wrap around me, tighter than I was holding him, and our kiss became harder, more passionate. He pried open my mouth and I felt his tongue inside my mouth, exploring. My tongue met his and they engaged in fervent dance. I felt his hands creep under my shirt, caressing the skin of my lower back. My hands grasped at his back, pulling him in even tighter, hardening our kiss even more so.
He pulled away from me, and we both caught our breath.
After a brief pause, he grabbed my wrists and pulled my arms into the air, leaving them there to pull my shirt up over my head, exposing my smooth chest. He tossed my shirt to the side and embraced me once more, kissing me with the same passion as before. The feeling of his naked chest against mine was like heaven to me. And below that, I could feel his hard on from beneath his boxer shorts pressing against the front of my corduroy pants.
I began to grind my waist against his in circular motions. He responded positively to this, matching my motion. It took all of my willpower to hold back and not climax at that moment. To my fortune, he pulled away once more, to undo my pants. I kicked off my shoes and socks as he fumbled with my belt buckle. Within moments, I felt him pushing my pants to the floor.
We stood there before each other, with only the thin fabric cotton of our boxer shorts hiding our ultimate nakedness.
Ben looked down at his tenting boxers and smiled as he looked back up at me.
I took that as my cue and reached my hands out to the elastic waist of his underwear and slowly pulled them down. The treasure trail that began at his belly button became more and more exposed, until it finally led me to the patch of light brown hair. I hesitated for a moment to appreciate the tease, then when I couldn't take it anymore, I pulled his shorts all the way down, letting them slip to his feet.
His stiff dick flopped out and bounced slightly upon it's release. His low hanging balls harmonized perfectly with his long manhood.
He took the moment I had staring at his dick to pull down my boxer shorts, exposing my rock hard meat. He took it gently in his grip and pulled on it in one long stroke. I'm not quite sure, but I think I actually whimpered at that moment. And before I knew it, Ben was down on his knees, engulfing my penis into his mouth. I felt my knees buckle as my cock became moistened by his saliva. His tongue flicked at the tip of my dick, causing a tingling sensation to come over my entire body. I placed my hands on the top of his head, my fingers running through his dirty blond hair. I gently pulled his head in closer to me, pushing my dick father into his mouth. To my surprise he did not hesitate or put up a fight...he just eagerly swallowed my cock with ease.
I felt my body go weak and began moaning. He wrapped his arms around me, and placed his hands on the cheeks of my ass, squeezing them tightly. I began to push my dick in and out of his mouth, and he gladly accepted it, pushing me deeper into his mouth with his hands. I looked down and watched as my dick kept disappearing into this guy's mouth, only to reappear wetter and harder with each pull out.
His hands inched closer towards the middle of my ass, until finally I felt them spread apart my cheeks and press his fingers against my dry hole. He delicately pressed one finger against my ass, until it began to find it's way inside me. That was enough to drive me over the edge.
"I'm gonnna cum," I let out.
He continued sucking me and pressed his finger into my ass even more.
I let go of all my restrictions, bent over forward, my stomach resting against the top of his head, my hands grasping at his naked back, and my cock releasing my cum into Ben's hungry mouth.
I rested against his kneeling naked body for a moment, breathing heavily, until I realized that I was probably making him physically uncomfortable, so I stood up, and he leaned back, sitting on his bare ass.
"Wow," was all I managed to say.
"Yeah, I second that," he said.
Standing while he was sitting made me feel slightly awkward , like I was towering over him, so I kneeled down to match him. As I did, I noticed that he was absentmindedly fondling his own dick.
"That was great," I said, "but there's still you to take care of."
He gave me one of his trademark sheepish grins...it was totally "Steven."
"I don't know how you'll feel about this," I began, "but I want to feel more than just your finger inside me."
"I thought you'd never ask," he said, springing into action.
He jumped on top of me, causing me to lay flat on my back against the floor. He lowered himself onto my body and kissed me once more. I could taste the flavors of my dick in his kiss.
Slowly he drew away from our kiss and began to lick the inside of my ear. He then traveled down, exploring my neck with his mouth. His hands began to slide down my body as he inched himself even lower, focusing the twirling of his tongue on my right nipple. He pulled his right arm back up from the side of my body and lifted my arm up above my head, exposing my arm-pit. He moved from my nipple to my arm pit, gently nuzzling against it, driving me crazy. He then lifted up my left arm with his and traveled over to my left pit and pressed his mouth against that. Sliding down my body again, his mouth find my left nipple, and he nibbled at it as I continued to moan. His tongue slid down to my abdomen, filling my belly button, trailing across my treasure trail, licking over my soft (though hardening) cock and balls. He brought his arms under my inner thighs and lifted my lower body up, until my ass was a few inches off the ground. I had to hold my hands firm against the ground not to fall.
He leaned in and began to kiss around the area of my ass. His tongue teasing my poor hole. Finally after a few moments of torturous delight, I felt his tongue press against my ass. Within seconds, he was eagerly eating away at my hole, rimming me with no abandon. I felt him move his right hand close to my ass, and before I knew it, I felt his finger at my ass alongside his tongue. He pressed his finger against my saliva-moistened ass, and it began to slide in. My body tensed up, and there was a slight moment of pain, but I breathed through it. I felt a second finger find it's way inside me, carefully widening my hole for his cock. He put his fingers together and moved them in a circular motion inside of me.
"I need you to fuck me now," I pleaded.
He pulled himself up and smiled. He rested on his knees, grabbed hold of his cock with one hand and my waist with the other as I held my legs in the air. He positioned his cock against the opening of my hole and pushed his way in, slowly at first, giving my ass time to adjust to this intruder. He then pushed in a little deeper. I tensed up completely, and he stopped for a moment, until I was ready for more.
After a minute, I breathed in once and nodded to him.
He pushed in even more, and before I knew it, I felt his balls against the curve of my cheeks. I smiled at him as a look of euphoria came across his face.
"You ready," he asked.
"Definitely," I said, preparing myself.
He slowly slid himself out of my until only the head of his cock was inside my ass, then pushed his dick back in, faster than before. He continued this four or five times, increasing his speed with each thrust. The sensation of this young actor's manhood penetrating into me caused my dick to harden. Ben took notice and grabbed it, stroking it to match his thrusts. We were both moaning and groaning in ecstasy, our bodies sweating and connecting, becoming one.
Soon, he was fucking me with no restraint, his balls slapping hard against my ass, the head of his cock poking at my prostrate. It was painful, but in the best way possible. I wanted it to last forever, but his dick had other ideas. I saw his body begin to convulse, and realized that any moment he'd be coming inside my ass. For the second time, my cock exploded out my seed, staining my lower stomach with my own juices. I felt my ass tighten around Ben's cock inside me, which evidently was the last straw for him, as soon I was feeling his cum release inside me. His body shaking, he fell onto me, our sweat-stained bodies pressing against each other, my cum-stained stomach messing with his. He thrust his cock inside me a few more times, until he was spent. His chest heaving up and down against mine, his hot breath beating against my neck.
He pulled his dick out of me, my ass quick to close up after him, and rested on top of me. I wrapped my arms around his back, kissing the top of his head as it lay on my chest.
A little later (time meant nothing to me) we were both dressing after cleaning ourselves off with some convenient towels. He kept smiling at me, which had gotten me absolutely childlike in my giddiness.
"So Ray," Ben said to me after a few moments of silence, "we both are boyfriend-less at the moment...what do you suppose we should do about that?"
"Who knows," I said playfully, "I mean, can a big star like you really want to go out with a lowly little extra like me?"
"Hmm, you're right. I mean, do I really want an extra on my arm at the Oscars?"
"You don't think they give Oscars out to television commercial spokesmen," I replied.
"You're probably right. Well in that case," he began, but cut himself off as he came towards me and kissed me softly. "In that case," he repeated, withdrawing from the kiss, "I see no reason why we can't be boyfriends. Do you?"
"Can't think of a reason in the world," I replied.
"Good," he said, kissing me again.
This time I pulled out from the kiss, looked him straight in the eyes and said, "Dude, I just got the Dell Guy!"
He laughed and kissed me again, as I silently thanked my over-bearing stage mom for pushing me into the career that would eventually introduce me to someone who could very well become the love of my life.
I mean, it's only been a week since we've been together...but I think it's safe to assume that our story will end appropriately with: "and they lived happily ever after."
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