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Psyched Out, Part 7: Eric Stoltz Disclaimer: The following story contains adult subject matter. If you are under the age of 21 you should not be reading this and it is illegal for you to possess it. If you read beyond this point, you are claiming to be 21 years of age, and that it is legal for you to possess adult oriented material. This is a sexually oriented work of fiction. If sex between consenting adults, homosexuality or therein is offensive to you, DO NOT READ IT! By reading beyond this point you are accepting homosexuality and adult oriented material willing. What follows is a chapter of a series called Psyched Out. It is celebrity and other fantasies in a confession type setting. These stories are not to imply that the persons involved are gay. They are homosexual fantasies about people who may or may not be gay. Consider them a wish. Psyched Out Seven: Eric Stoltz by R.A. Swain Hey Doc, late for another session. I know, time is money, but you time is my money. "You seem in a good mood today. What are we going to talk about this session?" I know, deep down I have to talk about my lying ex-sex partner who is afraid of facing his sexuality so he's choosing to live a lie with his new girlfriend. I should want to talk about the way I met him, how he left his wife and me for another woman, how hurt I am, but I'm not. You know as well as I that I'm gonna tell you about the hot sexual fantasy I had last night. "If that's what you really want to do." Don't kid me Doc, that bulge in your trousers says you wanna hear sex as much as I like talking about it. "Yes, well....Ahhem......well." Okay, this fantasy is about a really hot actor, Eric Stoltz. He got red hair, incredible eyes, freckled skin, and isn't afraid to appear nude on film. Of course, in my fantasy, there isn't any film. I'm in a convenience store somewhere in California. I'm just about to pick up a bag of chips when I see this red headed guy walk. He goes to the slushy machine and pours himself an orange slushy. I approach the checkout at the same time as him. He sets his slushy down and reaches for his wallet . The guy behind the counter rings up the slushy. 'A dollar twenty-nine,' he says. The red head opens his wallet and takes out a hundred dollar bill. 'Er, this is the lowest I have.' The counter guy looks at him. 'It is after midnight. I don't have change for that much. The red head turns toward me. 'You wouldn't have change for a hundred, would you?' 'No, but I have a dollar twenty-nine. Let me pay for your slushy.' 'I can't ask you to do that,' he says. 'It's okay. Consider it a favor.' I put down my own slushy and a bag of chips. 'Ring it all together.' I hand the checkout guy a five, get my change and we walk out of the store. 'Thanks for the slushy. By the way, I'm Eric.' He holds out his hand. I shake it. 'I know . I recognized you. I'm Bob. It was nice meeting you.' I walk away toward my car. He stands there watching me. I get in and try to start my car. It whirs, and dies out. I try again, and it whirs again and dies out. Eric walks over to my window. 'Could you use a lift?' 'Yeah, but I'll have to call a tow truck.' 'No you won't. Call from my place. They won't be here for hours. Tell 'em where to tow it and call a cab from my house. I only live a few blocks away.' 'Okay.' We drive back to his house, in the hills. It's a warm humid night. The minutes we get to his place he sheds his jacket and undoes several buttons on his shirt. 'Man, it's hot tonight. Wanna go for a dip in the pool?' I nod. 'Love too, but I don't have a suit.' Eric finishes unbuttoning his shirt and reveals a smooth freckled chest. 'Neither do I. You're not shy, are you?' I see the challenge in his eyes and quickly shed my own jacket and shirt. Next are my pants, leaving me in boxers. He smiles at me and lowers his own trousers, showing me a pair of superman boxers. 'These were a give,' he offers. We walk outside to the pool and stand on the edge. He puts his hands on his boxers and tugs them down. I follow suit. We look at each other in the dark, barely seeing what we both want to see, and then he cannonballs into the pool. I follow suit, and we swim and splash each other of a while. He gets a littler braver, and we begin wrestling, playfully. At one point, I feel him trying to slip his leg behind mine, and I feel his cock press against me. It isn't soft. I stop and look down into the dark water, then into his eyes. He smiles at me and pushes me over. I swim back up, a few inches from him. Now standing, facing each other, I feel my own hard cock rub against his. We don't speak, but he presses into me and pulls me close. His lips touch mine and we begin to kiss. I feel his hands running down my chest to my boner, and I do the same to him, grabbing his hot throbbing cock. He moans, and pushes his tongue deeper into my mouth. He's jerking me off, and I'm jerking him. He pulls back from our kiss. 'Let's go inside. I don't need a nosy photographer ruining my evening. Besides, I want to do more than just jerk off.' We get out of the pool and grab towels from the lounge chair on our way in. Once inside, we start to dry each other off. He grabs me again, and starts kissing me, roughly, desperately, with real passion. We sink to our knees in front of his couch and start to turn, kissing our way down each other's chests. The next sensation I feel is his soft hot mouth engulfing my throbbing cock. I do the same to his seven incher. It tastes of chlorine, but all I can concentrate on is looking at his smooth stomach and bright red pubes. Red pubic hair sends me over the edge. I can't believe how sexy he is, and how good it feels to have his tongue licking my balls. I shiver with joy at the feeling of his smooth balls as I suck each one gently into my mouth. I feel his hands exploring my ass, knowing he wants to fuck me. I can sense it, but he stops sucking me only long enough to ask me to fuck him. 'Rim me, and fuck me,' he says. That's all I need to hear before I move behind him and begin licking his hot ass. The little puckered hole is surrounded by red hairs, and I'm in heaven. I rub it gently, and lick it. He moans. 'Please, fuck me.' He reaches under the couch and produces a bottle of lube. 'Here. Hurry, I need it.' I lube up my cock and his ass. Then I slowly press my tip against his waiting hole. He groans and pushes back on me a little. My hands are under him, pinching his nipples and grabbing his own cock. As I thrust into him, I'm also stroking him. It's a hot feeling wrapping my arms around Eric Stoltz , fucking him, and jerking him off. I lean forward, thrust into him and start kissing his neck and back while stroking him. I'm very close at that moment, and three more thrusts has me shooting my load up his hot ass. He pushes back on me, leaning upward, while I jerk him off. 'Yes!' he shouts and I jerk faster and faster, my own rock hard cock still buried in his ass. Five strokes and he shoots over his coffee table to the fireplace beyond. Almost ten feet. 'You are so fuckin' good.' he says. Well, Doc. What do you think? "I think you have an active imagination. Do you masturbate to these fantasies?" Do you? "We're not talking about me." Answer me and I'll answer you. "Okay. Yes, I have." So, same time next week? "You haven't answered my question." I'll tell you next time.