Date: Sat, 23 Jul 2005 15:08:04 -0500
From: Jake S <txjake@gmail.com>
Subject: Rafting with fitness model Rusty Joiner

This story is fiction and is not intended to imply anything about the
true sexuality of the celebrity mentioned or any personal knowledge
about his private life.

It was forth of July weekend and I was with my wife, Claire, on a
vacation in Colorado without the kids, just time for the two of us to
spend time alone without having to worry about the little ones.  Their
grandparents can worry about them for the weekend.  We had decided
that Friday we would go rafting down the Arkansas River.  We arrived
after lunch and got instructions and changed into rafting clothes
(non-cotton clothing so that they would dry quickly and not just hold
onto the 48 degree water that we would be rafting in).  We then waited
for a while for our group to go. Our group ended up being about 30
people and we were divided into 5 boats. There was a family of 4 that
looked very fragile and had never been rafting before; there were 2
small family groups, maybe 7 or 8 people each, then my wife and
another couple.  As soon as they divided us up and put us with the
other couple, I actually saw who the other couple was and I couldn't
believe it.  In this very normal, very non-descript rafting place, was
Rusty Joiner and his female companion. He had a long sleeve shirt on
and a life jacket so his upper body was basically hidden.  He had on a
ball cap and sun glasses so his face was somewhat hidden too, but I
knew it was him by looking at his incredibly shaped legs supported by
a worn in pair of Tevas, but was it really him?

We introduced ourselves and he said his name was Jason and his friends
name was Ann.  I couldn't believe it. He looked so much like Rusty.
Oh well. So I introduced my wife and told them my name was Jason too.
He instantly said tell you what, it's gonna get confusing having two
Jasons out on the river, so just call me Rusty, that's the name I use
for work anyway.  As soon as the word Rusty came out of his mouth, the
only other thing I heard was blah, blah, blah.  But I had to compose
myself.  My wife cannot find out that the one guy that could get me to
do things I consider gay was standing 2 feet from us talking to us.

Let me say here that I try to stay in shape and I do subscribe to
fitness magazines and always want to look like those guys.  Rusty was
THE guy I always wanted to look like and I guess somewhere that
obsession turned to lust.  So I acted cool, acted like I didn't know
who he was, but I think he might have seen a sparkle in my eye and so
began his torture of me for the next couple of hours.  We had a
15-minute wait and we broke up into our rafting groups.  Turned out
Rusty was visiting Ann, friend that had a vacation home nearby and had
grown up in the area, for the weekend and they had decided to come out
rafting too that afternoon. My wife grew up in the area also and she
and Ann ended up hitting it off and were off chatting in their own
little world.  That left Rusty all to me. And boy did he have fun with
me.  I guess he has guys hitting on him all the time and let me tell
you that he takes it in stride. He's great looking, has a great smile,
and a great persona to him that would instantly make anyone like him,
and he knows how to use all of those things.  It was getting hot in
the afternoon sun not being in the water yet, so he took off his life
jacket and removed his shirt until it was time for us to go.  I don't
think I've seen a better-looking chest and stomach in all my years at
the gym. He was perfect and hadn't shaved his chest or abs in a while
so they had a light dusting of hairs that took that front page model
look away and made him look like a top notch normal athlete guy. He
was slightly taller than me but I couldn't help but compare my body to
his.  I thought I was in good shape for a 33 year old who worked out 3
times a week and ate well, but oh, how much better I could look.

Well I figured I'd play along and not let him think he was getting the
better of me so I took off my life jacket and long sleeve shirt also
saying that he was right, it was getting hot. There were lots of guys
without shirts including most of the guides at this point, so it
wasn't out of the norm. He commented on me being in pretty good shape
and I told him I tried and that's when he told me he was a fitness
guru. So I asked him how I could cut the last couple of pounds off
that were showing up around my love handles and stomach. He said it
didn't look like I had much to lose as he reached over to squeeze my
love handle and then slid his hand around to the front to see how
tight my abs were.  As he did so, his pinky and next finger slid under
the waistband of my shorts a little.  I was in complete shock and was
hoping no one saw that - I wasn't even sure if I saw that right. Did
he just do that or did I drift off and daydream that?

Just then our guide called us and said it was time to go so suit up.
The ladies were already near the boat and still had their jackets on
so Rusty and I helped each other get ours on and tightened up.  When
Rusty checked the back of mine he pulled up on it to make sure that it
would stay on if I fell in and I had to be pulled out of the water by
it, and it did. But then he pulled it back down to a comfortable
height by pulling the bottom back down and I swear he let his hand
linger a few seconds too long on my upper butt.  He had my mind going
crazy and I had to get focused so I wouldn't be discovered by my wife
and so I wouldn't do something stupid on the river and fall out!

Now we are in the boat, the ladies are sitting in the front of the
raft on the edge, like you sit on rafts, and Rusty and I are in the
middle of the boat behind our respective ladies, and the guide is in
the very back. The guide was also a very good-looking young college
guy who probably draws the eyes of guys and girls alike on these
trips.  But today, he would be neglected by me; my attention was
already split between Rusty and the river so I didn't have any to give
to the guide.  We had all been rafting before but we practiced
paddling forward and back in rhythm with each other, we practiced
going opposite directions so that we spun around and we learned how to
secure our legs into the boat so that we wouldn't go flying out as we
went through the rapids.  We had learned on shore how to get someone
out of the water if they did fall in, but we didn't expect that to
happen.

In between sets of rapids we'd have a few minutes to rest so I'd kick
my legs out to the middle of the boat to un-knot them since they've
been wedged very uncomfortably into the side of the boat to keep me in
it through the rapids. Almost without fail, Rusty would put his legs
out there too, always managing to touch my legs.  Once he even stood
up and leaned forward to look over the front of the boat and steadied
himself by putting his hand on my leg, just above my knee and when he
began to come back to the middle, he let his hand drift up my leg
toward my thigh. After he was seated again and after he was sure no
one else could see his face, he got my attention and gave me smirk and
a wink. So here I was with my wife, on a river, with the beginnings of
a hard on and it just kept getting harder and harder.  Luckily, the
guide said that this is an area where you can jump in the river if you
wanted to but beware; it's in the upper 40's.  Well it was either get
caught with a hard on or jump in.  I jumped. Only then did I think
about how to get back in the boat.

Of course my tormentor Rusty came to my assistance and did exactly as
we were instructed. Lean against the side of the raft, grab the upper
part of my like jacket, count to 3 and on 3 dip me down in the water
and when my life jacket started to bring me back up, just hold on and
fall back into the boat. If you did it right, the person in the river
will be laying on top of you, and that's just where I was, laying on
top of Rusty with our eyes inches apart. But we quickly laughed it off
and got up in position for the last set of rapids.  We made it through
them fine and got out of the river and onto the bus to get back to
where we started.  I felt like I hadn't seen my wife in hours and we
cuddled on the bus during the drive back.  Rusty and Ann sat in front
of us several rows and my wife mentioned that they had really gotten
along and that we might have to meet them again sometime when we were
all in Colorado again.  That sounded good to me but I didn't think
Rusty would be visiting her much since he lived in LA and I'm sure had
a busy schedule.  We zoned out for a few minutes on the bus and my
mind replayed some of the events of my day with the one guy who could
turn me gay for a few minutes!

Well we got back to the site and told Rusty bye and my wife and Ann
started talking again about keeping in touch. I grabbed our stuff and
told her I was going to change out of my clothes since I was still a
bit wet. So I got my bag out our car and then returned the borrowed
gear and headed over to a big tent where you could change, no showers,
no toilet, just a little privacy and not much of that. But it was the
last trip of the day so there weren't many people around.  Even where
you return the gear was empty so I had just put my shirt in a big
trash can and headed to the tent. I was inside going through my bag
getting my dry clothes out when I heard the zipper opening. I didn't
pay much attention until a shirtless Rusty asked if I had fun.  I told
him yes I did and then I just kept talking.

I told him please not to say anything to anyone about what I am going
to tell you. And I probably shouldn't tell you anyway because I think
my wife and Ann are new best friends so I bet we'll be seeing her some
more in the future. But, I know who you really are. I know that you
are a model, and honestly you are the only one that could make me do
things that straight guys don't do. I have saved many of your
magazines and have desired to look like you.  Somewhere along the way,
I wanted you-not to just look like you, but you. Last year, I saw the
picture of your bare butt at that bar and I could get hard for a month
just thinking about that. So, I don't know what your game was today,
playing with me, flirting with me, but it got me very hot, but also
very nervous because my wife has no idea.  I had to jump in back there
because I was rock hard^Å

Rusty jumped in saying I know, I felt you when I pulled you in.  I
could explain everything I did, but we may not have much time here so
is this what you want?  As he said that he loosened his shorts and
dropped them to the floor. There was the dick of a super famous model
waiting for me.  He was semi hard by this point and all I could do was
stand there and look while my mind took 10 million pictures to store
for future reference.  Once again he said that this is wasn't really a
secure place and walked closer to me, grabbed my hand and led it to
his dick, so if you want to play or suck on this, you better get to
it.

So I did. I examined my first dick besides my own.  It was, like the
rest of his body, model worthy.  He kept his pubes trimmed and his
balls were smooth. After letting me play with him for a few seconds he
stepped out of his pants all together, pushed me down to where I was
sitting on the bench and then walked over and stuck himself into my
mouth.  I was now sucking my first cock and I guess I was doing it
well because he stiffened up very quickly. I reached around to feel
the butt that I had seen in a magazine. It was smooth and soft but
firm under the skin.  I dared to turn the table a bit and put me in
charge for at least a minute of the day and found his asshole and
slammed my finger in it. He jerked and moaned but let me keep it in
there.  I found his prostrate and began to massage it and almost
instantaneously he came in my mouth.  I know that isn't safe, but my
mouth didn't listen to my mind.  After 4 distinct shots of cum, I
pulled out of his ass and turned him around so I could see his butt in
person. I touched it a little and kissed it once and then he turned
back around, lifted me up, kissed me gently on the lips while
switching positions with me and said now it's your turn.

He sat down on the bench and began undoing my shorts but we heard a
group of kids coming to the tent so we quickly separated and he pulled
his shorts back on. He left as the kids were coming in and I don't
think any of them recognized him. I still had a hard on so I had to
change clothes with my back to the kids. I regained my composure and
headed out to find my wife.

When I got to the car, she was at the car still talking to Ann, who
ended up being parked right beside us. They said their goodbyes and
Rusty gave me a man's handshake and a "nice to meet you" all very
normal so as to not tip off what had happened minutes before.
As we were driving away my wife proceeded to tell me that Ann and
Rusty were also in town through Monday and she asked what I thought
about she and Ann going to Denver to go shopping one day and maybe, if
I didn't mind, hanging out with Rusty or taking him 4-wheeling or
something.  I told her that I was glad she made a new friend and I'm
sure Rusty and I could find something to do if they wanted to go
shopping, he seemed like a nice enough guy.

This is my first story and I'd love to hear some feedback at
txjake@gmail.com . Hope you enjoyed it.