Date: Sun, 16 Oct 2005 22:55:21 -0500 From: Nicholas A Ryan Subject: Anderson Cooper Investigates Part Eight Author's Note: All apologies to those who have been waiting for additional chapters. Weeks ago I experienced a severe virus infection and computer crash and lost nearly all of my documents. I have had to rewrite all chapters not yet added to the site; a daunting task. I hope the rewrites live up to the previous published chapters. I would be eager to hear from all who wrote previously. I fear that I have lost many e-mails as well as documents. Thank you for the support and patience. DISCLAIMER: The writer in no way questions the actual sexuality of the actors involved. Any situations and incidents are purely fictional and in no way reflect actual events. The writer also holds no license agreement to the following actors and/or movies that may be mentioned. All persons and films are a copy write and/or are the property of the people and films themselves. The author in no way holds or maintains any rights to films and actors. Part Eight Meteorologist Jim Cantori arrived at the Florida hotel shortly after 10pm. Despite the lateness, he was still revved by his tracking of hurricane Rita. Once he checked in, he decided to go to his room and shower and then hit the Florida night life. In the elevator up to his floor, he groped his hefty cock and grinned at the idea of a hot fuck. By the time the elevator arrived on his floor and he was nearing his hotel room door, he was throwing a boner. He grinned, perhaps he'd have to jerk in the shower. As he put the key in the lock and pushed the door open, he noted groans emanating from the room. Kicking the door closed behind him, the Italian stud walked further into the room and stopped dead in his tracks. CNN news anchor Anderson Cooper was sprawled on the double bed naked. Cantori's boner raged as he took in the CNN anchor's muscular form. Cooper was resting back upon the head board. His hips were lifted and his legs were thrown up over his head. He was holding the position by hooking his feet against the headboard. The sexy CNN anchor was stroking his hard cock that in the position of his body was aimed at his sensuous lips. The anchor's eyes were closed and he was jerking furiously. Cantori rearranged his boner in his jeans and stepped closer. He surmised that the hotel double booked. Ordinarily he would have been pissed off but....fuck! Cooper was hotter in person. He was so wrapped up on his cock that he hadn't even noticed Cantori's entrance. Cantori grinned and stepped closer. Unzipping his jeans, he pulled out his ten inch boner and jerked it as he watched Cooper. Whatever the hell the CNN anchor was fantasizing about, it was hot. The National Enquirer; Secret Hollywood Sex Files: >From the Set of the Dukes of Hazard: John Schneider was lying flat on his stomach on the sofa in his trailer on the set of the CBS television series. He was still damp from the recent shower, but his towel had been long discarded. His muscular arms were stretched up over his head and he was gripping the arm of the sofa tightly. His legs were spread a bit and Tom Wopat was kneeling on the floor over the opposite arm rest of the sofa. The dark haired actor was bent forward a bit, his face pressed into the crack of Schneider's ass. His muscular hands cupped Schneider's bubble butt and pulled the cheeks a bit as his tongue darted deeper up Schneider's dank tight hole. "Eat my ass," Schneider encouraged in a hoarse whisper. Wopat replied by twisting his head, burrowing deeper. Wopat's lips were locked and pressed against Schneider's ass lips. The hunky brunette continued to french kiss the blonde's ass sucking and lapping against the hot pink wet walls of rectum. "Eat ittttttt," Schneider wiggled and pushed back against Wopat's face. "Mnmph," Wopat gurgled, tongue fucking his costar. "Ugh," Schneider winced as the tip of Wopat's tongue grazed his prostate. "Oooooooo," he released in a wheeze. Wopat thrust his tongue harder and deeper. The slurping his mouth made was loud and hungry. "Nmnmph," he articulated as he gurgled and slurped at Schneider's hot ass. "Yeahhhhhhh," Schneider pushed back harder. "Tongue fuck me baby! Deeper! Harder!" Jerking just wasn't doing it anymore for Cantori, so he climbed up on the bed with nary a notice from Cooper. As Cooper stroked furiously on his enflamed cock, Cantori moved and stood over Cooper's uplifted ass. The puckered hole winked at Cantori. He spit on the palm of his hand and worked it over his shaft. Next he spit over Cooper's ass ring, the spittle running along the CNN anchor's crack. Gripping the base of his cock, Cantori rubbed his bulbous head against the puckered ring and abruptly broke entry. "Ughhhhhh," Cooper grunted as Cantori rocked forward and buried the length of his shaft in the wet constricting hole. "Yeahhhh," Cantori approved huskily as the rectum walls clenched around his hot throbbing shaft. Cooper slowly opened his eyes and gazed up at Cantori. He nodded and Cantori returned the gesture. "Fuck me stud," Cooper encouraged. Cantori slapped one of Cooper's ass cheeks as he withdrew a bit and thrust forward. His fingers dug deeply in the flesh of Cooper's hips as he began to rhythmically thrust. Cooper constricted around Cantori's thick cock as the shaft massaged the walls of his rectum. "Nice and tight," Cantori approved as Cooper bucked against him. "Take it!" He slapped Cooper's butt cheek again. Cooper closed his eyes and resumed jerking his cock. Cantori rocked and thrust harder and deeper. His balls slapped against Cooper's butt cheeks as he pile drove the ass. He slapped the suffused ass cheek again. He threw his head back as he pulled Cooper roughly against him with each thrust. The balls whacked louder against the bubble butt. Cooper stroked faster as he clenched tighter about Cantori. The men's breathing increased and grew louder. Cooper let out a puff of air each time Cantori buried his cock completely within his tight quivering hole. Perspiration developed and ran in rivulets, drops falling from Cantori's face to Cooper's butt and legs. Cantori pumped faster. Cooper jerked harder. The flesh met flesh in sinewy rhythm. The bed jerked loudly, the head board beating a steady thud against the plaster wall. Cooper shook with the vibration, his own head knocking against the head board a few times. The CNN anchor bit his lip. Cantori gritted his teeth. Both were close. Anderson Cooper's rectum muscles were warm under the massage of Cantori's cock. Cooper was so close. He was going to shoot. Cooper winced as a convulsion racked his muscular form. He opened his mouth and extended his tongue just as his piss slit was forced open and ropes of cum sprayed from the red bulbous head landing in splats across his lips and tongue. "Shoot it bitch!" Cantori growled as he ground deeper within Cooper's clenched butt. "Shoot it!" He panted. "I'm....I'm gonna j...join you bitchhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" Cantori hissed as his thick cock let lose and pumped the CNN anchor's slick hole full of his thick sticky load. "Yeahhhhhhh," Cantori's fingers pinched and roughly dug into the flesh at Cooper's waist as he unloaded up the milking slut hole. Cantori leaned forward as he unloaded, pushing the head of Cooper's cock head against Cooper's tongue and between his two lips. Cooper clamped around his own cock and slurped the rivulets of cum until the last drop. Cantori pumped and pumped; the meteorologist's jizz squirting from Cooper's ass lips and drenching clenched butt cheeks and mattress. Cantori was gasping, his chest heaving while Cooper let his cock head flop from between his lips. "Pretty good fuck," Cooper gasped appreciatively. "Not bad yourself," Cantori said between deep breaths. "I guess there isn't any need to call down to the desk and complain about being double booked." Cooper chuckled. "I guess not stud." to be continued......