Date: Fri, 09 Apr 1999 10:06:11 PDT
From: eathan spencer <eathh@hotmail.com>
Subject: Eath does Hollywood Part 2 - by Eathan Spencer

Eath Does Hollywood Part 2

As always, this is a work of fiction, and in no way implies anything as to
the sexuality of Tom Cruise or Ryan Phillipe.

Please send any comments or ideas my way at eathh@hotmail.com. Thanks!


I've just returned from the first screening of my new film and I'm
walking on air. I may be a little biased, but I thought it was fantastic
- and the other dozen or so people at the screening seemed to agree.

I'm glad that Nora knows enough to realise it's not a great idea for an
actor see himself on screen for the first time at a gala premier. I'm
sure the event will be nerve-racking enough without having to deal with
major league performance anxiety.

Tom Cruise couldn't attend the private screening at Nora's house, and I
was actually quite glad. I've seen him once or twice since our romp in
the trailer, and I know that his guilt makes him a little uncomfortable
around me. The note he left made it clear: fucking me was a first and,
while he had no regrets, he had no immediate plans to go back for
seconds. I understood.

The arrangements for tomorrow night's premiere are finalised. I've
purchased a tux, my hair's been trimmed and I found my first pair of
sensible shoes. I have my share of black boots, but most of them are
bordering platform territory, and I don't want to be snapped in a monkey
suit with chunky feet. Even if I do like a little height.

I'm going to bed right now to re-read my diary entry on the Cruise
Affair. Bygones, of course, but there's no harm in keeping the memory
alive. Once or twice a day.

************

Now that I'm experiencing my first proper hangover, I've decided that my
`no drinking to excess' policy was quite a wise one. My head is
spinning, my stomach's queasy, but I'm glad to say my memory is intact.
I'm thankful for that, because to have lost consciousness of such a
magical evening would have been a tragedy.

It began in the limousine. I'd arranged for Nora to pick me up at seven-
I had nobody I was aching to take, and Nora was in the middle of a messy
divorce. It made sense that we should escort each other. I thought it
would look nice - a respected director guiding her newest discovery
through the unchartered waters of a film premiere.

I was in my tux with my hair styled and my shoes shined by six-thirty. I
paced my living room for half an hour, refusing to sit for fear of
wrinkling myself. The thought that I would have to relent when I got to
the car did not dawn on me at the time. Perhaps I was expecting the limo
to have a really high roof.

The doorman of my building buzzed me to signal Nora's arrival. I rushed
down the single flight of stairs, halting at the entrance to regain my
composure before striding confidently to the door.

I tried hard to contain my excitement over travelling in a limo for the
first time, but I think the size of my grin as I slid across the seat
may have given me away.

Nora smiled and handed me a glass of champagne as I surveyed my swanky
surroundings. "Here, a little something to make smiling for the press a
bit easier."

I took the drink and laughed. "I don't think smiling is going to be a
problem." I sipped from my glass and watched the scenery fly by.

"Isn't the theatre in the other direction?" I asked Nora as we turned
onto Broadway.

"Sure it is, sweetie, but we've still got one more stop to make. We're
bringing a special guest with us."

I looked at her expectantly. "Well?"

"Ryan Phillipe, darling. I've signed him for my next film - I thought
this might be a nice way for us to get to know each other."

Oh. I sat back and thought about this for a moment.

"You should have told me about this, Nora. I'll look like a third wheel
now that you have a date and I don't."

"Oh darling, don't worry about that. Anybody who knows anything will
assume I'm chaperoning the two of you."

She chuckled softly as she refilled my glass. I smiled at her as she
handed it to me, but I didn't get the joke.

************

As it turned out, Ryan and I got along like a house on fire. He laughed
when Nora repeated her line about being our chaperone and promised not
to take advantage of me on our first date. "Just one good night kiss is
all I ask." he winked.

Guzzling my fifth glass of champagne, I thought this was hilarious.

I was still laughing as we pulled up at the red carpet, but regained
control as I stepped out of the car. I walked alongside Nora and smiled
and waved amidst the blinding flash of snapping cameras. It was my first
small taste of fame, and it was over all too quickly as we entered the
foyer of the theatre.

I could only gape as I stood before the biggest picture of myself I had
ever seen at the foot of the stairs, alongside an even bigger one of Tom
Cruise. My cock stirred involuntarily as the memories flooded back, and
I jumped as I felt a sharp slap on my ass.

"Not too shabby, huh?" Ryan smiled.

I shook my head and giggled. He was a really funny guy.

I managed to traverse the flight of stairs without incident, but Nora
and Ryan both laughed as I fumbled slightly on the way to my seat. I'd
already explained to them that four glasses of alcohol was usually my
limit, and that even a small amount could leave me extremely... well,
happy.

I was still chuckling as I sat down in my appointed seat, but stopped
short as I realised who I was sitting next to.

"Hi Tom."

"Hey Eath," he clapped me on the shoulder. "First premiere! Are you
excited?"

I smiled and nodded. "Sure am." Pause. "Hi Nicole."

Tom's wife leaned over to take my hand in both of hers.

"I've heard great things about you, Eath. You should be very proud."

I smiled weakly and hung my head in what I hoped looked like modesty,
when in fact I was not able to look her in the eye. I didn't feel too
proud at all, and if she ever heard some of the `great things' about me
that Tom had obviously edited out, she would definitely not be smiling
as warmly as she was now.

I settled back in my seat as the lights dimmed and the curtains parted.
For the next hour I divided my attention between the action on screen
and the reaction of the audience. It seemed to be going over well. I
unconsciously sat forward on my seat as my big confession scene began. I
kept my eyes on the people in the next few rows, and knew that the scene
had worked when I caught at least three women wiping tears from their
eyes. I leaned back in my chair, grinning ear to ear.

Tom leaned towards me and patted me on the leg. "You did great."

He smiled and then turned back to face the screen. But memories came
flooding back as I noticed that his hand did not leave my thigh. I
closed my eyes and told myself he was just being friendly, until his
hand made its way to my rapidly expanding cock. As he began to massage
it with his index and middle fingers, I realised that the boundary
between reassuring pat and dangerously erotic grope had been well and
truly crossed. For a man who did not intend to be coming back for
seconds, he certainly seemed to be making the trip.

I sat there and allowed Tom to feel me up for way longer than was safe.
My new pants were in real danger of being drenched in pre-cum, and at
the pace Tom's fingers were working, a huge gush of the real thing was
definitely on its way.

I suppressed a gasp as I reluctantly wrenched Tom's hand from my crotch
and jumped up from my seat. Crouching forward to hide my bulging
erection, I made my way into the aisle and sprinted towards the rest
room. Thank God I was seated in the back row and was able to leave
relatively unnoticed.

I gasped for air at the entrance to the bathroom and quickly scanned
under the doors to make sure I was alone. Finding no feet, I burst into
the nearest cubicle, shrugged off my jacket and removed my shirt and
tie. Naked from the waist up, I undid my pants to free my aching dick.
Oh God, he had the power to make me hot!

I fell onto the seat below me and fervently began to pump my cock. I had
to do this if I was going to be able to get through the rest of the
movie, and I wanted to make it fast.

A loud moan escaped me but was cut short as I heard the bathroom door
creak open. I sat frozen, my hand around my pulsating shaft, as
footsteps echoed through the room. I looked down as two shiny black
shoes parked at my door. I stopped breathing.

"Eath," A whispered voice. "Is that you?"

Could I trust myself to answer? I had to.

"Yeah, Ryan, it is." Had I sounded normal? God I hoped so.

I watched as Ryan's feet moved from in front of my door, turned left,
and entered the cubicle next to mine.

"I know what you're doing, Eath, and I don't want you to stop."

I almost died of embarrassment right there.

"Don't be embarrassed." Was he reading my mind? "I'm going to enjoy
this as much as you are."

I thought for a moment, then shrugged, leaned back and continued
pumping. Quietly. It was probably the champagne, but all of a sudden
masturbating with Ryan Phillipe seemed like the most natural thing in
the world. For the next few minutes I surrendered my mind to him as he
softly described what he would like to do to me - and what he would like
me to do to him.

My balls tightened as he talked about filling my tight hole with his hot
meat and I cried out as a stream of cum spurtered from my cock, landing
as high as my chin. Five seconds later, I heard Ryan follow suit.

I quickly wiped myself off, threw on my clothes and burst out of the
cubicle. Ryan was at a basin, washing his hands.

He turned to me and grinned impishly. "That was fun, huh?"

I smiled and nodded.

"You know, I'm home alone tonight. Maybe you'd like to come over for a
few drinks?"

I blurted out the first thing that came to mind. "Oh, I don't really
drink."

Ryan shrugged. "Oh, well that's a shame. But not to worry, I guess I
don't mind going home alone." He smiled as he turned towards the door.
I reached out and spun him around.

"I, uh, I mean, I... I'll drink. I'd be happy to drink. At your place.
Drinking."

Ryan pretended to think about this. "Well, I don't know, I mean if you
don't drink..."

"I'll drink! I'll drink!"

Ryan flashed his million dollar grin, grabbed hold of my waist and
kissed me with luscious, wet lips.

"Eath, by the time you finish drinking me tonight - you'll be a fucking
alcoholic!"

************

The rest of the evening flew by. The movie received a standing ovation,
industry people and hangers on tripped over themselves to congratulate
me on my debut, and after the bathroom incident, I had more than just
the limo ride home to look forward to.

At the after-party, it seemed that every few minutes Ryan found an
excuse to touch me in some casual, teasing way. A brush here, a pat
there - it was almost impossible to remain calm while his constant
contact combined with the anticipation of what was to come.

I was glad when the first guests began to trickle out, and quickly let
Ryan know it was time to follow their lead.

In the limousine, Ryan sat across from me and drew his long legs up
beneath him. We chatted about the movie's success and Ryan's role in
Nora's new film, and when the car parked in front of Ryan's apartment
building it seemed as if we had only just left the theatre.

"So here we are," Ryan smiled as we stepped into the living room.
"Would you like a tour or would you rather I fucked you straight
away?"

It turned out to be a rhetorical question, because before I could
calculate a response we were on the floor locking limbs and tongues. I
tore off Ryan's shirt while he straddled me, and lay back as he removed
mine.

I grinned as Ryan began to plant kisses all over my torso, starting at
my shoulders and working down until his tongue was tickling my navel. He
continued licking while he removed his pants and briefs, before grasping
my hands and pulling me to my feet.

"You have a beautiful body." He stared intently into my eyes as his
fingers nimbly unclasped my pants. I stepped into freedom as they and my
boxers fell in a puddle around my ankles.

We stood for a moment, kissing and caressing, my hands kneading his
muscled shoulders and back, desperate to trace every inch of his elegant
neck. Ryan wrapped his arm around my waist and brought me to my knees. I
broke away from his hungry kiss and dove straight for my target,
swallowing his eight inch cock to the hilt.

Ryan moaned as his hands dug into my hair before moving down to massage
my shoulders while I worked on his meat. I loved his cock. He had a huge
mushroom of a head that was almost a mouthfull on its own. Sucking his
dick was like devouring the sweetest lolly-pop imaginable.

Ryan's breathing accelerated as I sucked harder and faster on his
throbbing rod. I knew he was close when he grabbed my head and gently
pulled me to my feet. My own cock was almost at boiling point due to my
fervent pumping, and our two rock hard muscles battled like swords as we
passionately kissed.

His lips still delicately brushing my own, Ryan's hot breath mixed with
my own as he spoke.

"Would you like me to fuck you?"

Our tongues danced as I nodded my assent before Ryan directed me onto my
hands and knees. He pried apart my ass cheeks and began to plant hot
kisses on the smooth flesh. He began to dart and flick his tongue as he
approached my puckered hole, and I moaned in ecstasy as it suddenly
entered. Ryan's tongue was as strong as some cocks I've known, and his
wetness provided natural lubrication as he worked me over.

I groaned as his head pulled away from my hole, and then gasped as his
other head took over.

I had been longing for that big mushroom to push through my ring, and
was not disappointed with the sensation.

"Your ass is so tight." Ryan panted as he slid his tool further inside
me. "Do you like this?"

I could only nod my head like a jack-in-the-box, because Ryan's
increasing pace was taking my breath away. His strong hands clung to my
shaking hips as I bucked and writhed in time to his thrusts.

Ryan's heavy breathing told me he was close, and was the signal for me
to grab my cock and begin to pump as Ryan's thrusting reached a manic
crescendo. His moan was a roar as hot cum filled the condom inside my
ass, his cock in its final thrust as I chimed in with my first.

By the time I had milked the last drop from my pulsing rod, Ryan had
collapsed onto my back, his deflating cock resting inside me, his hot
breath bathing my neck.

"If this is the way a premiere ends, I'm making fifty films a year!" I
grinned as Ryan dismounted me and pulled me onto his lap.

"Well, if you make fifty films a year and I make fifty films a year, I
think we'll be just about set."

We sat for a while, smiling and caressing each other's faces before Ryan
stood and guided me to his bedroom. We celebrated the release of our
next three movies in advance before falling asleep, exhausted, in each
other's arms.

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