Date: Wed, 10 Apr 2002 01:04:42 EDT
From: BillyFantasy2001@aol.com
Subject: Joyride

This story is fiction and is not intended to imply anything about the true
sexuality of the celebrities mentioned or any personal knowledge about their
private lives. I do not know Paul Walker (wish I did though).  Feedback is
always welcomed.


As I drove along the deserted interstate I noticed the dark clouds forming in
the distance. I clicked on the radio and the DJ confirmed it, a major
thunderstorm was in the area.
I noticed a car on the shoulder of the road with the hood up and a figure
standing nearby. Also noticed a few raindrops starting to splatter on the
windshield. As I got closer the rain started. I felt sorry for the guy
standing at his car as I drove by and pulled off onto the shoulder.
I watched as he ran up to the car and jumped in just as the heavy rain poured
down.
"Thanks man." He gasped.
I looked over at him and got a boner. He had blonde hair, blue eyes, about
6'3".
"I'm Paul." He said as he reached his hand over to me.
"Billy." I shook his hand as I pulled back onto the road.
"If you can drop me off in the next town I can get a mechanic out here."
"Sure no prob man."
My wipers were going full speed and it was still hard to see. Plus, it was
starting to get very dark. The black clouds darkening the sky.
"We better get off the road for a bit." I suggested.
"You might be right. It looks bad."
There was a small motel just off the next exit. I pulled off and we raced to
the office, getting drenched in the process. The manager was an older guy,
smoking a nasty cigar.
"Yeah?"
"We need a couple rooms." I said.
"Sorry, only got one left."
"We'll take it!" interrupted Paul.
"Yeah OK." The manager sneered.
We signed in and he handed Paul the key to the room. Again we had to race
from the car to the room, getting even more wet.
The room was small. A double bed, a dresser, and a stand with a TV. The
bathroom was at the back of the room.
"Home, sweet home." Paul joked.
"Better than being out there in that shit." I answered as I turned around.
Paul had his shirt off and was holding it in his hands. It was soaked clean
through.
He had the most awesome body I've seen in a long time. He must have noticed
because he walked over and stood in front of me.
"Your turn."
"Huh?" I acted confused.
"Get that wet shirt off." He reached over and lifted my shirt up and over my
head then tossed it aside.
I reached up and touched one of his nipples then started to pull away. He
grabbed my hand and pushed it back to his pec. I looked at him and he smiled
back. I swallowed hard as he took my hand and guided it down to his
well-sculpted abs.
"Billy?"
"Yeah?" I looked him in the eyes.
"I think I want to have sex with you."
"What?"
"I want to fuck you man."
He pushed me back and I fell onto the bed. I lay there motionless and silent
as I watched him kick his shoes off, pull off his socks and undo his pants
and shove them down. He stood there in just his boxers. I reached for my own
pants before he stopped me.
"Let me."
He pulled my shoes and socks off, then pulled my pants off tossing them
aside. I lay there in my briefs as I watched climb onto the bed, lying on top
of me, pushing my legs apart.
"I..." He put a finger to my lips silencing me.
"It's OK. I'll be gentle."
He reached down and pushed his boxers down and used his legs to shake them
away. I couldn't see his cock but I could feel it as it lay against me.
"Ready?"
I nodded.
He guided his hard cock to my hole and slowly began to slide it in. I reached
up but he pushed my arms down and pinned then over my head against the
mattress. He shoved it all the way in making me gasp with pleasure and pain.
"AHHHH!" I squirmed but couldn't get away. "It hurts!"
Paul ignored my pleas and began to fuck my ass. In and out in and out. He'd
pull out almost completely then shove it hard back inside me.
He held my arms with one hand as he reached down and played with my nipple,
continuing to fuck me.
"Damn! Go slower! It hurts!"
He picked up his pace fucking me faster. The pain shooting through my body.
"AHHHH!" I screamed as a clap of thunder echoed in the background.
He glared at me, pressing his free hand over my mouth tightly. My legs were
wrapped around his waist as he fucked me harder and harder.
Paul leaned in and began to lick my armpit. My moans muffled by his hand
still over my mouth.
He pushed his cock all the way up in my ass until it could go no further. He
held it there. His face buried in my pit, hand over my mouth, other hand
pinning my arms as he began to shoot his load into my ass.
"UUUUUGH!" he moaned into my pit.
He stayed on top of me until every last drop had been shot into my ass and
his cock began to deflate. He moved his hand from my mouth, caressing my
cheek. Kissing my throat.
"That was awesome man!" he gasped as he rolled off me.
After a few minutes he rolled back over towards me, propping himself up on
one hand. I looked at him as he smiled at me. He reached over and traced my
lips with his finger.
"Did you know that you are fucking sexy?" he asked. I just smiled.
I grabbed his hand and brought it to my mouth.  I ran my tongue over his
palm, then took each finger into my mouth and sucked them individually.
He jumped out of bed and headed to the bathroom, I heard the shower start. I
climbed off the bed and walked over to the window, pulling the curtains apart.
The rain had stopped and the sun was peeking through the clouds.
Paul came up behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist, burying his face
in the nape of my neck sucking on it.
"We better get back on the road if you want your car fixed." I said.
"Sure I guess. Unless."
"Unless what?"
"We could stay here and mess around some more."
"Paul! You bad boy."
"And you love it!"
This time I pushed him back on the bed, yanking the towel from his waist
licking my lips.
"Now it's payback time." I laughed.
Paul looked up at me as I climbed up on the bed...

To be continued...