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Room #69, Part 2

by Noodle


A lot has happened since last summer, and my sexual experience with Brad Pitt. The last time I saw him was in that hotel. Sadly, the business I was working for has fired me since then. To be more accurate, I got laid off. That's okay, though, 'cause I found another job in Colorado. Brad gave me his phone number last summer, which I had to swear I would never give to anyone else. Anyway, I haven't even thought to call him until now. I forgot I even had his number until now, strange as it seems. I remembered him saying something last summer about his vacation homes throughout the world, and I recall something about a home in Colorado. My new job is at Vail ski lodge, which is really expensive and is gonna pay me real well. I oughta call Brad and see if we could get together sometime. Let's see. "Hello, this is my answering machine. Please leave a message" Hmm, only after one ring. He must be screening his calls, seeing how he is a superstar and all. Besides. This was the number to his "special" phone. Anyway, "Hey, Brad. This is me. Do you remember what we did last summer in California? Well, anyway, I lost my job since then and..." *click* "HI! It's me! I haven't heard from you for nearly a year!" God, it was great to hear his voice. It made me horny as hell. "Yeah, I know. Sorry. Guess what? I lost my job from last summer, and now I'm going to Colorado! Isn't that cool? Don't you have a vacation home there or something?" "Yes, as a matter of fact. Actually, to tell you the truth, this is where my permanent home is, but I'm keeping it hush-hush. I just pretend to live in California. My house is in Vail." After he said that I freaked. I explained to him how my new job was there and all. He gave me his address and I made sure I wrote it down. My stuff was already being delivered to Vail and I was soon on my way. I stopped at several truck stops in hope for a little glory-hole, but came up empty-handed each time. Oh, well, I had to save my sex for Brad. I haven't jacked off in weeks. My spooge should be about ripe by now. Nothing like Colorado in the springtime. I love the mountains, especially now, when I know what to expect when I arrive to my destination. Brad agreed to let me live with him for a while while I get back on my feet. It sure is easy to get lost up here, but I have found my way to the glorious, isolated home of Brad Pitt. My things have apparently already found their way into the house, so I take a deep breath and knock on the door. I hear footsteps and then some unlatching of locks. He opened the door and I see the most beautiful face in the world. He smiles and lets me in. I look around at his fancy house and get over-exited. I tackle him and we land on a couch. I kiss him all over, but he says, "not now, I'm not in the mood." Ouch. Well, I have my methods on getting what I want. He offers me coffee and we get to talking. We catch up on the past year and I decide to finally get what I wanted in the first place. "So, brad, have you seen yourself on the internet?" "Yeah, why?" "Well, have you seen yourself naked?" "What? I haven't had any nude photos taken of me, except that which I have myself!" naturally, I have him lead me to his comp and I have him look at himself. "Oh, that isn't me, but it's sure a whole lot like me." "Well, then, why don't you show me your real photos?" He leads me to a room and pulls a photo album from behind a box in the closet. I look in and se him in the hottest positions and having sex with other stars, like Tommy Cruise, Leo, and Chris O'Donnell. It turned me the hell on and turned him on, too. I bring him to the bed and unbutton his shirt. I reveal his smooth chest and look him in the eye. His eyes are so deep and gorgeous. He smiles and runs his hand through his ear-length blond hair, I do the same to mine. He undresses himself the rest of the way and I do it too. I always loved seeing him naked. I lay him down and rub our cocks together. It feels so good, and I hear him release a couple moans. I turn and get on my back, as he reaches in the nightstand and takes out some lube. I take it from him and apply some to his cock. I lift up my legs and let him fuck me slowly. It feels soo good. His breathing increases and I make him pull out and put his member in my mouth. I suck and swirl and he moans in ecstasy. He rotates and sucks on me, too. I love him so much. I couldn't help but thrust into his face. He did the same to me, but I didn't mind. As I thought how lucky I was to be having sex with this mega-hunk, I came into his mouth and he swallowed my juice. This apparently got him off and he shot his load into me. He turned back around and we kissed very deeply, his tongue twirling with mine. Our chests were heaving, our bodies were sweaty. I felt so comfortable were I was I decided to go to sleep. Brad did the same. We must have slept for several hours, cause when I woke up I was all crust and stuff. The thing that woke me up was the sound of the phone ringing. I woke Brad and I told him that a phone was ringing. It takes him a little while to see where he is, then he looked at our naked bodies and smiled. Then he jumps up and rushes out of the room into the hall. I asked him what was going on, and he said he had to answer the special phone In the next room. I heard what was going on. "Hello? Oh, hey! How are you doing? Great. What? He's there with you now? Okay, it's alright with me, and I'm sure my friend here won't mind, either." When he came back into the room, I asked him what the call was all about. He said it was nothing and then climbed back into the bed. We squeezed tightly and kissed. We remained cuddled and I got horny again. I ask brad if he wants to do anything and he says: "save it, you can have some in a little while" with that the doorbell rang, brad got up and put a robe on, and then he walked out the room and shut the door. I looked up at the door and smiled. In brass numbers it read "69" To be continued? Thank you for reading my story. If you like what you read(either room 69 part one or two) please write me at NoodleJ@aol.com Special thanks to Men On The Net!

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