Date: Thu, 01 Dec 2005 00:01:03 -0500 From: James Branson Subject: Gay Celebrity Survivor Guatemala 3 Apologies for the lengthy delay. I hope you're still reading this, and enjoying the many hunks in this season. This is only fiction. None of this ever happened. -- Brian was crushed to be voted out. The bubbly young man was a HUGE Survivor fan and he hadn't even made the jury! He was the smartest player out there - too smart for his own good, apparently. He was blindsided by his whole tribe, even Gary, whom he'd shared a...bond with. A bond and some handjobs and blowjobs. The first thing Brian did was shower and shave. Ugh, he hated facial hair. Next he had a sensible meal and slept for what seemed like an eternity. The next day he got to talk to a few of the people who had been voted out before him. He wasn't that close to the 2 bimbos from his tribe (that's why he had helped vote them out), but he was cordial to them now. He also had a long talk with Blake. He'd basically engineered Blake's departure by painting Blake as a smug, vapid frat boy who didn't deserve to win a million dollars. He hoped that Blake didn't realize just how big a role Brian had played in that, because Blake was a great guy, what Brian did was just in the spirit of the game. Blake sat Brian down and handed him a beer. As Brian had one beer, then another, then another, his exhaustion and hunger quickly reduced his alcohol tolerance to less than zero. He was bombed. Blake had this halo about him, his blonde hair flowing, his teeth pearly white, his bronzed shoulders so beautifully offset by his baby blue tank top. Soon, Brian could barely even walk, and Blake helped him back to his room. Once there, Blake slammed him up against the wall. "I KNOW WHAT YOU DID, YOU LITTLE FAGGOT. TELL ME WHY!!!" Brian slurred out a few words. "It was jush a...g-game. Jush game, Blake. S'all." Blake slammed Brian's the back of Brian's head against the wall. "You made me look like some punk, and where all my friends and family will see me. That's not a game! That's my whole life! I guess it's easy for you, since you live a fucking lie every day." Brian began to get angry. Using what little strength he had at the moment, he shoved Blake away. "S'not true! I'm just as shraight as you are!" Blake smirked at him. "That's not saying much, bro." With that, Blake grabbed Brian for a violent kiss. Their mouths smashed together and Brian was too weak to fight, even if he had wanted to fight. Blake tore Brian's black T-shirt to shreds and shoved Brian's shorts and boxer briefs down. Blake pulled off his wifebeater and yanked down his shorts, and he quickly buried his face in Brian's bubble butt. Brian moaned incoherently into his pillow at the crude oral assault on his shithole. It felt so good. Nobody had ever done that to him. Just as the pleasure became too much to bear, that tongue was replaced by 8 raw inches of Texan horse meat. Thick, long and juicy. Blake barely bothered to take his time. He wanted Brian to feel this, to remember who the real bitch was. Brian screamed into his pillow as that behemoth busted his cherry. After he got used to the intruder, he began to thrust back as best he could. The room filled with their wails and moans of lust, of primal manhood, of dominance. Soon, Blake realized he was near the boiling point. He pulled out, flipped Brian onto his back, and gave him a crude facial. Brian sluttily, drunkenly opened his mouth to gobble up as much cum as he could. He slid his clumsy fingers around his cheeks and nose and eyes, gathering the semen to slide into his hungry mouth. Blake leaned over and took Brian's erection into his mouth. Brian shot his wad, and Blake left him, muttering a few words of profanity as he gathered his clothes and left the room. Brian, bruised and well-fucked, began to drift off. As he did, he slid a few fingers into his loose hole and scooped some of Blake's seed. He licked his fingers. Damn, Golden Boy even had perfect cum. This was an experience Brian would never forget.