Date: Mon, 09 Feb 2004 22:29:23 -0600 From: Jesse Mitchell Subject: Real World Vegas- 2 Disclaimer: This story in no reflects in no way the sexual orientation or activities of Clyde "Ace" Amerson or Tim McGraw. It is pure fiction. Please enjoy. The "Real World" series is the property of MTV. The Vegas suite had gained a popularity all its own since it was the backdrop of the wild times first captured there. Ace had joked about being more active if he'd been a member of that cast. So, he couldn't resist visiting it when he was in town. It was being occupied by someone else at the time. The current guest had no problem with Ace checking out the place. Ace himself was shocked to find Tim Mcgraw was the current guest. Both men drank bottles of beer in the kitchen. Ace leaned against a countertop as Tim sat in a chair by the kitchen table. Ace wore loose jeans and light blue shirt while Tim sported dark jeans and a slightly opened white shirt. "They were pretty wild here I'd heard. You guys go on the shows and just get filmed having a good time." "Well, Sir, we work while we are involved with the show. But yep, it's mostly fun. I enjoyed it except when folks kept finding stuff to fight about. I don't care for a lot of nonsense." "Me either. And don't call me Sir, Boy. Call me Tim." "Yessir... I mean Tim. Sorry, I just respect you. You are a big star and all." "You are a stud yourself." Ace was caught of guard by the comment as he looked at Tim wipe his left hand on his jeans. Ace's attention went to the basket between Tim's legs. It was there but didn't give off much of an impression. " I don't consider myself much of a star. I mean, you are a natural. You have it all. And you are just a regular guy." Tim watched as Ace took a drink from his bottle. He saw those round lips wrap around the neck of the bottle, and he wanted them to... "Huh?" "Sorry, Tim. I said are you okay. You looked a little off somehow." "Yes, I'd love to get off." "Me too. I mean here in this place. It just screams for sex." Ace flashed his eyes at Tim as the black lashes batted in Tim's direction. Ace's eyes had caught something in them. When Ace turned his bottle up to finish it, Tim got up and went over to him. Ace was stunned as Tim placed a hand on the now empty bottle and slowly slid it up and down Ace's pursed lips. Tim worked his other hand down the back of Ace's jeans feeling over Ace's ass. Ace could feel the goatee near his ear and the warm breath on his neck. Tim felt hands feeling on his chest and his legs as his young friend responded his actions. Tim took the bottle out of Ace's mouth, and he kissed him. "Tastes just like a fresh picked Georgia peach. " Tim laughed. "I'm from..." Ace tried. "Doesn't matter where you're from. It's where you are going that counts right now. Have you ever?" "I kinda fooled around in Paris, but nothing big." Ace's words were cut off as Tim roughly pulled at his belt. Once the belt was gone, Tim pulled down the young man's jeans and underwear in one fluid motion. "If you don't call this big, I'd hate to see what else comes from your side of town." Tim stroked on eight inches which barely let his fingers touch his thumb. "I'm gonna have to do a solo on this mic." Tim smiled at a blushing Ace. Holding onto the hard eight inches, Tim led Ace into a bedroom. They stopped beside a bed with white sheets and spread. Tim kissed Ace again never stopping the jerk on Ace's beef. Ace pulled away a little to completely undo Tim's shirt. He kissed and sucked from one nipple to the next as Tim placed a hand behind his neck. Ace used his hands to undo Tim's jeans and push them down. He gulped at the sight of the nine inch piece tenting the red boxers. Before Ace could unleash it, Tim ran away from him. Tim went to the other side of the bed. He fell back onto the bed. His head was now hanging over the side of the bed, and he looked up at Ace. Ace wasted no time going over to Tim letting his cockhead touch Tim's ruby red lips. Tim's tongue lapped at the cockhead and his kisses to it made a maddening smacking sound. Kenny Chesney had always told Tim this action would drive any man crazy. "Tim stop... stop or you'll learn what made my prom date beg for mercy. And she was the town whore." Ace warned, but Tim had had his fill and done his share on both ends of this scenario. Suffice it to say, nothing worried this bull fighter. He showed that determination to Ace as his powerful lips drew Ace's branding iron all the way into his mouth. "I'm sorry, but this feels to good." Ace pumped into Tim's mouth that gave first choked coughs and soon long drawn out moans. Ace felt hands caress his asscheeks. Tim loved the feel of the firm ass. And he slowly began to slip a finger, eventually two into the alternately puckering and gaping ass. He could feel it flex each time the plump cockhead tap at his throat. The vibrations from Tim's throat whip Ace into a fucking frenzy. Tim pushed him away from his mouth. "Boy, you fuck like a race horse. Now, slow down just a little. Let my throat get used to it." Tim looked up at a nodding Ace who returned the branding iron back to it's warm, wet place. This time Ace bent down and tore off Tim's silk boxers. Ace took Tim's lengthy nine inches into his mouth. Tim wasn't as thick as Ace, but he was very well equipped. As he bucked his hips into Tim's face, Ace sucked down about two thirds of the country cock. Ace held it with one hand, and he played with the hairy balls with his other hand. The boys played like this for a long time. Ace stood up, and Tim readjusted to sit on the bed. "Sit on it!" "Huh?", Ace frowned. "Sit on it." Ace leaned forward and sucked on it again. This time he made sure to salivate on it more. He had seen his girls do this to his cock in the past when the spur of the moment left them without lube. "That's it Clyde." "Call me Ace." "Hey, fuck the apology out of my ass later." Tim grinned. Ace turned around and sat down on Tim's hard spike. His sweaty ass eased down on the tower which surprised Ace. Ace took a minute or two to adjust to the feel, but he soon found himself going up and down on it. He was riding it. "Uh huh. Ride the pony. Ride the big white horse." Ace recognized the way he was now breathing. He knew getting fucked right always knocked the breath out of people, especially newbies. It felt freaking incredible as he got his cherry popped by one of the biggest stars in country. Unexpectedly, Tim started thrusting upwards harder. "Ah.. a-a-aah! Ah! Aaah!" Ace knew his cherry was thoroughly busted now as the nine inches swelled in his ass and released hot white lava. Tim pushed Ace up letting his erupting cock go forward before slapping his hairy chest. Ace sat on Tim's lap at cum oozed between his back and Tim's chest. He could feel the sweaty goatee on his back. Ace stood up and grabbed Tim's arm. He pulled Tim so that Tim now laid on his back with his feet at the foot of the bed. Very quickly, Ace climbed on the bed and lifted up Tim's legs. His big knob punched at Tim's spread cheeks gaining more entry with every push. "If you're going to fuck me, you'd better fuck me good." Tim taunted, and he received short hard thrusts from Ace. Tim looked up at Ace loving the look of the open mouthed fuck face with the determined eyes. With Tim's legs over his shoulders. Ace looked down at the contorting whimpering face beneath him. The content/ contorted expressions gave Ace the impression he was doing good. He broke from the short hard strokes to administer long strokes that saw Ace's cock leave and re-enter Tim's ass. The sounds of the fucked ass and the two men filled the whole room as Ace returned to his shorter, now faster, thrusts. He growled as he emptied his own thick load into Tim. When Ace had withdrawn himself from Tim, he collapsed beside him and hugged him. "I like to cuddle." Ace said as he saw Tim grin at him. Tim hugged him back."Welcome to Vegas, kid."