[Featuring Paul Walker and James Van Der Beek]
I'd never had much success in life, mainly just plugged away at a dead-end job and generally avoiding anything that didn't fit in the "safe and boring" category. I lived in a non-descript apartment in a non-descript town in the bland and boring Midwest. No pets, no boyfriend, no life. It was easier to dream about being King of the World, than actually going out and doing it.
All that changed the day my uncle died.
Uncle Bud had always told me to challenge life, "grab it by the balls and see what comes out!" he'd say. This was advice I'd listened to time and again and did absolutely nothing about. I hadn't talked to Uncle Bud for months, and wasn't aware of how sick he was when I got the call from his lawyer, or more precisely one of his lawyer's flunkies. "Mr. Potter, we regret to inform you that your Uncle, Buddy Potter, passed away yesterday. We need you to come to Los Angeles to handle certain legal matters and for the reading of the will."
So, Uncle Bud was dead, and damn him if he hadn't arranged it so that one way or another I'd be forced to do something NOT safe and anything but boring. When I got to L.A. the lawyer's flunky was at the airport to meet me and get me to Uncle Bud's place in old Hollywood. He gave me the basic details of what had happened, how my uncle had ignored his medical condition until it was too late and how he'd been dead the day after he'd finally gone to the hospital.
It took over a week to go through all the documents and nit-picky details, before I was led into the inner sanctum of the lawyer's office. I had exactly 15 minutes with this over-paid blow-hard who informed me that I was the sole beneficiary of my uncle's estate. He shook my hand and told me to have a nice day. Over a few beers at the local bar, Jason, the lawyer's flunky, gave me more details - how he'd tried to get my Uncle to take care of himself, but how Bud had spent his last year focused on one thing - getting his estate in order so that I would be left with no legal entanglements or tax problems. The house was paid for, and worth millions, tough he'd only paid a few thousand back in the 60's, and there was life insurance and investments to boot. But it all seemed so meaningless. The more we talked, the more I missed the old fart.
The only clue Uncle Bud had given Jason as to why he'd left me all this was a single ominous warning: "Be careful what you wish for."
I spent the next few days settling in. I'd already quit my job and asked a friend to send me what little stuff I had back home to me in L.A. Uncle Bud had been an animation specialist in his day, working on all number of mindless Saturday morning cartoon shows like Grape Ape, Hong Kong Fuey and even Scooby Do. There were mementoes scattered all around the old house, everything from rough sketches of the CareBears to funny drawings of Smurfs doing rude things to each other. It was on the second week of sorting boxes that I came across it, the thing that changed my life.
Now, three years later my life is a wreck. I live in one of the largest houses in the hills, run a powerful but virtually unknown agency in L.A. and have a small staff of loyal and discrete employees that work for me. Pure misery. I just want a rest, I want to get away, go back to Des Moines and my postage stamp sized apartment and hide from the world. But I can't, Brad Pitt is on his way over.
To give you an example of what my life is like, let me tell you about last night. God, I'm still sore from last night's activities! Two of my favorites came over - Paul Walker of Fast and the Furious and James Van Der Beek from Dawson's Creek. These two are minor players by Hollywood standards, but they're on the top of my list of best performers.
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"You two need a shower, but you'll have to share."
"Yes, sir," they said in unison. Paul and James walked silently up the stairs and into the guest bedroom. They paused at the bed and removed their clothing. I stood out of the way, admiring their firm bodies and full, round asses as they bent over to remove their underwear. Paul led the way into the large marble-lined open shower and turned on the water. Each took turns under the jets wetting themselves down and soaping up. The soap was quickly rinsed away by the warm water that washed down their well-defined chests and across their toned and tanned stomachs. The water drizzled and danced playfully down their flaccid cocks then quickly down their hairy legs before running across the marble tiles and down the drain.
"Imagine you're filming a steamy love scene. Use the sponge and caress your partner's body," I instructed.
James took the lead and worked the soapy sponge in slow swirls across Paul's solid pecs, then over to his pits as Paul lifted his arms. They both seemed to be in a dream state as they moved lazily in the steamy shower.
"Paul, do James' back."
Paul took the sponge from James and began with gentle strokes across James' shoulders. As he squeezed the sponge, rivers of white foam ran down Van Der Beek's glossy body, puddling briefly at his feet before running down the drain. "Lower," I commanded. Paul's progress was far too slow, so I repeated, "lower," until he'd finally reached James' ass.
"Turn around, James." They were now facing each other. "Between his legs, Paul." He did as he was told, soaping up his friend's cock and balls, James smiled absentmindedly. "James, do the same to Paul with your hand." Paul quickly became hard as his genitals were soaped up.
Within a few minutes I had them stroking each other off. The shower continued to cascade down their bodies and rinse the soapsuds off their glistening skin. "Show me your best Hollywood kiss," I commanded and was rewarded with a passionate display between the two handsome young men.
They came, first James and then Paul, splashing their loads on each others bellies. They finally broke their kiss and each fell back against the marble shower wall, exhausted.
"Get out and towel off, then go to the bedroom."
They were like puppets for me, following my every word. I could tell them to do anything and they would do it. I had them completely under my control. I watched them dry themselves and walk silently into the bedroom and sit on the edge of the bed. It was time for the big test. Would they really do anything, everything that I wanted?
Standing in front of them, I asked, "Who commands you?" They both responded in low, quiet voices, "You do, master." "Will you do anything that I ask?" They replied with a single word in unison, "Yes."
"I will ask you each a series of questions that you must answer truthfully, is this understood?"
"Yes, sir."
"James, stand up." He did as he was told, standing naked just a few feet in front of me. Instinctively he covered himself with his hands. Not worried, I let this little modesty pass. "Are you a virgin, James?" He replied no. "Have you been with many women?" He told me that he'd been with a few, but seemed reluctant to go into detail. "Other than Paul, have you ever been with another man?" He hesitated. "Answer the question, James!" I commanded.
"There was someone else," he finally admitted.
"The facts, James."
"He used to suck me off, but that's all, I swear."
"Did you ever fuck him, or did he fuck you?"
"No."
"Do you want to be fucked, James?"
Again, he was silent. "James?"
"No," he said in a weak voice that not even he believed. "Sit down, and Paul, you stand up now." The two young men exchanged places, with Walker taking a more casual stance than the more shy Van Der Beek. I followed the same line of questioning, with Paul admitting that he had never been with another man except for James. "Do you want to fuck him, Paul?" I asked. Again, silence. "Paul?" I repeated.
"Yeah," he said, under his breath, so that I could barely hear him. His head was hung down low and his shoulders were slumped down.
I instructed James to get on the bed on all fours, with his butt near the edge. Paul stood behind him. "Paul, have you ever performed oral sex on a woman?" Blushing, he replied yes. "Then you know how to use your tongue then, right?" He eagerly answered, "damn right!" with a broad grin on his face. "Then I want you to kneel down and lick his ass!"
Paul hesitated at first, staring down at James' firm, round buttocks. He scratched his head and then knelt down, placing one hand on each of James' cheeks, then spread them wide. Grimacing at first, he moved in and licked tentatively around the smooth skin of the other man's ass. Within a minute or two he seemed to work up the courage and was eagerly lapping at Van Der Beek's hairy pink pucker hole. Bent over, James squirmed and moaned quietly.
"Don't forget his balls!" I added.
Paul ran his tongue up and down James' crack, playing with his balls and then quickly moving back to his hole.
"Push your tongue in!" I commanded.
By this time, Paul was going at it full tilt. He was stroking himself while he ate out his partner's ass. It was sad to interrupt, but it was time to move on. I told Paul to stop and asked James to lay on his back, with his legs over the edge of the bed. "Did you like that?" I asked him. James looked away and didn't reply. "Did you like that?" I repeated. From the size of the hardon laying stiff on his belly I already knew the answer. My suspicions were finally confirmed when James whispered, "yes."
Moving over to the nightstand, I opened the drawer and took out a bottle of lubricant and handed it to Walker. "Put some on your cock" I commanded.
"James, lift your legs up and against your chest." He looked at me confused and concerned, but did as he was instructed.
By this time Paul was well lubricated, having worked the full length of his eight inch shaft. "Put some more on your fingers, Paul, and work it around his hole."
"Yes, sir."
"Now work in a finger."
James let out a yelp. "Relax, let him in, James."
"Now another, Paul."
Within a few minutes they both seemed ready for the next step. Paul leaned in and lined up his cock as I had instructed him to do, waiting at James' entrance for my final command.
"Fuck him!"
"Yes, sir!" Paul said gleefully, shoving the head of his cock into Van Der Beek's virgin hole. He started slowly, building up a smooth rhythm working his thick cock in and out, in and out. When the two had worked up a sweat, I told James to move back on the bed so that Paul could join him. "Put his legs on your shoulders," I barked at Paul, "and get back to work!"
I stood at the end of the bed and watched the two stars fuck like rabbits. Silently, I removed my clothes and grabbed the bottle of lube from the floor. Slipping in behind Paul I spread some first on my cock, then worked some into his hole.
He paused and turned his head to look at me. "Keep going, damit!" It took some time, but I was able to work myself into Walker's amazingly tight ass. I pushed him down so that he was on top of Van Der Beek and started pounding into him. As I was fucking Paul, he was fucking James and all three of us were grunting and groaning from the experience. Sweat was pouring off our bodies and made holding on a real challenge. For a time, I held myself in place and let Paul's thrusts alternatively fuck James and then fuck himself on my cock as he slid back. His movements built up a ever increasing rhythm as my dick went deeper and deeper inside him.
The session seemed to go on forever, but eventually we each blew our loads, James even managing to shoot all the way across his chest and onto his own chin. I commanded Paul to lick it off and for the two of them to kiss, while I rolled over and watched.
I let them embrace for about an hour and rest in each other's arms before I had them shower off and sent them on their way. I was past two in the morning by then and I was exhausted. I curled up in the bed and fell into a deep, restful sleep.
So that was how I spent last night, and how I've spent many a night over these past three years since my Uncle died. What was it that I found in his house, you ask? I found the thing that I most wanted and I most feared. Power, Absolute Power.
Uncle Bud had warned me, "Be careful what you wish for." He was right and now I was paying the price.
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