This story will contain sexual acts between two adult males. I am not, nor do I know the celebrities involved. I do not know their sexual preferences. If you are not of legal age, please direct yourself to another site.
-------------------------------------------------- Channing's Visit - Chapter 2 -------------------------------------------------- Special thanks to James for the e-mail! --------------------------------------------------
Channing was quite the considerate houseguest. He always did dishes after he ate, kept his room immaculate and never bothered me when I was in the studio. More often than not, he was in the gym working on his fitness routine. The night that things changed, he had been jogging for quite a while.
I was splayed across the couch watching some random movie on Netflix when he emerged from the basement. As soon as I caught sight of him, I knew something was wrong. His face was scrunched in pain and he was trying not to put weight on his right foot. "Channing, what happened?" I asked, hopping up from the sofa.
He waved his hand dismissively. "I'm all right. Just rolled my ankle."
As he started hobbling down the hall, I chased after. "Well, should I get some ice or... bandages or something?" Channing laughed as he limped towards his room. "Reagan, I'll be fine. I'm gonna take a hot shower and relax. Thanks, though."
"But, what if-,"
He turned faster than I thought a man with a busted ankle could and took my face in his large hands. "Stop worrying. I'll be just fine. Okay?"
The scent of his sweaty musk filled my nose and scrambled my brain. Combined with my field of vision being filled with his bulging arms and torso clad in nothing but a tank top AND his eyes zeroed in on mine? I could only nod. He smirked as he flicked a strand of hair out of my face then disappeared into his room.
Oh, how a guy could fall for him. I mentally slapped myself. He was married. And, soon to be a father. And, technically, soon to be divorced. Ugh. I had to gain control of myself or else his presence would become too much of a distraction.
I flopped back on the couch and resumed my movie. It was a good half hour before Channing emerged wearing a plain tee and flannel pajama pants. He was limping slightly, but not nearly as bad as before. "Still hurting?"
"Just a little."
"I can arrange a massage if you need one," I offered, picking up my phone. "There's one woman I know that can put you to sleep in seconds."
He threw himself on the opposite end of my couch and reclined against the arm. "Nah. Too much trouble. Although..."
I eyed him carefully. His trademark shit-eating grin had shown up.
"Although what?"
He kicked his right leg up and placed his bare foot on my lap. "Although, YOU could always give me a massage." I laughed out loud as I pushed his leg off mine. "I am your host, not your servant, buddy."
The leg returned. "Come on, Reagan! I'm in pain!"
I pushed again. "And, apparently, out of your mind."
Like a boomerang, it bounced back, along with an overdone pouty face. "Pretty please with a cherry on top? I'll owe you one. I'll be your best friend!"
I groaned. "What is this? Third grade?" But, of course, I wrapped my hands around his ankle and began lightly massaging. Channing jumped at first, but relaxed after a minute or so, resting back on the couch. I, in turn, focused my attention on the slightly swollen tendon under my fingers. I alternated between a tender rolling of the fingers and using the heel of my hand for a deeper massage.
I lost track of how long we sat there; Channing lounging with his leg in my lap and me rubbing his ankle. Once one movie ended, we chose another at random, never moving from the couch. After quite a while, I became aware that I wasn't massaging anymore. My hands were just caressing Channing's calf back and forth. If he minded, he hadn't said anything. Feeling bold, I moved my hand a little farther up, grateful that his pants were baggy. Out of the corner of my eye I saw him look down at my hand, then back to the television, without a word.
I rested my free hand on top of Channing's knee as I continued my physical exploration. At this point, my fingertips were grazing the back of his knee. Super sexy, I know. But, much to my elation, it was Channing who made the next move. Under the guise of getting more comfortable, he scooted down the couch toward me and placed his head on the arm. In doing so, my massage hand slid halfway up his thigh and my free hand was basically on his lap. There was no pretending now. Channing's pant leg was up to his knee with my arm securely inside.
My heart was pounding faster than I thought possible. I wasn't sure what was happening, although it was pretty obvious. On one hand, Channing was married. On the other, Owen had told me himself that he was in the midst of a divorce. On the first hand, he was straight. On the second, there had been rumors of his bisexuality, but every hot male celebrity has those. I kept flipping arguments in my head until Channing made yet another move.
I felt the fabric under my left hand shift slightly and looked to see Channing sliding his own hand under the waistband of his pants. A brief flash of skin at the fly told me that he wasn't wearing underwear. At this point, all of the blood in my body instantly shot to two places: my face and my crotch. Channing's was gathering solely in one place.
As nonchalantly as possible, I looked my studly guest in the eye only to find he was already staring at me. The look on his face was pure lust; glazed over stare, a bite of the lip. I couldn't maintain the gaze as movement from below pulled my eyes away. There was no hiding the slight gasp that escaped my lips.
Channing had guided his hard dick through the fly of his pants and it was now throbbing freely in my living room. To say it was beautiful would be a gross understatement. Maybe about eight inches, average thickness, with a slight upward curve to it. I wanted it in every way, but I couldn't bring myself to move and, thankfully, I didn't have to.
I flinched as Channing took my wrist in his hand, the gesture startling me. He moved slowly toward his erection, then paused and grinned. Instead, he moved my hand up to his face and, as sexily as possible, dragged his tongue across my open palm. Only then did he guide me back down to his manhood where both of us sighed as I wrapped my fingers around him.
Now, I am no stranger to penis, but Channing's felt perfect. Hot, smooth, stiff as a rock. It seemed to fit perfectly in my hand as I slowly moved up and down, causing him all sorts of pleasure. His head was back, eyes closed, mouth slightly agape. I decided to turn it up a bit and began running my thumb against the sensitive spot under the head of his dick. Channing hissed in pleasure as a large spurt of precum came gushing out. I spread the clear liquid over the tip and continued my manipulations.
My guest shifted his leg and moved it behind me, giving me a straight shot at his crotch. This new position changed things for me. With no obstacles, I found myself leaning forward and sliding my lips around Channing's rod.
"Oh, shit!" he gasped, tangling his fingers in my hair. "Oh, holy fuck, Reagan."
I smiled around his member and focused on giving him the best head he'd ever had. After a few teasing bobs, I opened my throat and took him all the way down until my nose was pressed into his flannel covered crotch. Channing let out a deep groan as he pushed his hips upward to meet my lips. I pulled off and gave him a few friendly strokes, then licked my way back up to the tip.
I bobbed and slurped and licked myself silly on Channing's piece for what seemed like eternity. One hand was in my shorts and attending my own erection as the other propped me up between his legs. Besides the occasional grunt or moan, Channing had gone silent. The movie had long-since ended, so the only sound in the room was my lips on his member. I could have stayed like that all night, but he couldn't.
In one quick move, Channing pulled me off of him and spun me around, yanking my shorts to my knees and bending me over the arm of the couch. I was so turned on that I could do nothing but what he wanted. I heard him lower his pants, then spit on his hand and begin exploring my ass. My dick was so hard that I thought it was going to break. This man was going to fuck me whether I wanted it or not.
Although, I definitely did.
There was no warning as Channing shoved his dick inside of me. I threw my head back, moaning loud enough for the neighbors to hear. Well, if I had any. Even though I hadn't been fucked in months, Channing had slid right into me. There was only the briefest flash of pain before the tip of his dick brushed against my prostate, the sensation made me arch my back in pleasure. Channing wrapped himself around me, one hand on my hip, the other on my chest. His face was pressed into my neck, panting heavily.
His initial thrusts were more like jabs, his hips angling back and forth. This kept him rubbing on my button which made sent me into heaven. I played with his short hair as he sucked on my neck, another sensitive spot for me. Between the physical exertion, the closeness of our bodies and the sensuality, we were beginning to build up a sweat. Channing's arms glistened around me in the low light and I could only imagine how hot he looked behind me, fucking me senseless.
The heat must have become too much for him because he released me and yanked his tank over his head. It disappeared somewhere across the room. I felt his hands grab the bottom of my shirt. My demeanor changed instantly.
"No," I heard myself say. "Leave it."
Channing didn't object. Instead, he leaned me forward, took my hips in his strong hands and began fucking in earnest. I couldn't help but whimper as he pulled me back into his thrusts, our bodies meeting with a vulgar slap. He huffed with each move, sweat falling from his body onto mine. I let my head fall as he plowed me. My whole body was his. I couldn't do anything but enjoy the feeling of him taking me.
Channing pulled me by my hips, then my shirt, then my shoulders. He fucked me fast, then slow, then fast again. All the while, neither of us said a word. I was in a sexual daze when he suddenly pulled out and flipped me onto my back. I drank in the sight of a sweaty, naked Channing Tatum as he yanked my shorts off of me then kicked off his pants. As he positioned his hard dick at my hole, he shot me a mind-blowingly sexy grin.
Then, he was buried inside me again. I shuddered in pleasure as I wrapped my legs around his waist. Channing plated his hands on either side of my head and went to town. As he pounded me, he stared directly into my eyes. I felt self-conscious under his gaze, so I turned my head and lost myself in pleasure.
The curve of his dick was putting twice as much pressure on my prostate at this angle, making my own cock leak steadily. There was a growing pool of precum on my stomach and I knew my orgasm wouldn't be far off. Channing dove into my neck, licking and nibbling like an animal. He curled his arms under my shoulders and pulled me impossibly closer to him. In my ear, all I could hear was his ragged breathing, like a steam train plowing on.
It was all too much; the sensations from my prostate, the biting of the neck, the mere fact that Channing Tatum was fucking me stupid. The tingling started in my toes and fingers, then spread through my arms and legs. I felt my back arching off the couch. I clutched a handful of Channing's hair with one hand and gripped at his back with the other. My short nails slid off the sheen of sweat. "Oh, fuck... fuck, fuck. I'm gonna cum," I whimpered. Channing didn't respond in any way. He just kept fucking.
The pressure built up until I felt my whole body tighten around Channing. Then, with a long groan, I came. And, I came hard. My dick shot so hard it hurt, splattering between Channing and I. The first shot whizzed straight between our bodies and hit my neck. The rest formed a warm, slick layer on our torsos as our fuck continued. As my ass spasmed around Channing's dick, I heard him grunt appreciatively.
Spent, my body began to relax around him. He removed himself from my neck and sat back, resting his hands behind him. I couldn't help but marvel again at his body, now covered in my jizz. The sight made my cock jump. Then, he was at it again, ramming into me with reckless abandon. I could tell he was close. His tongue kept running across his upper lip and his eyes were locked on the point where our bodies met. As if he knew I was watching, his eyes caught mine.
"You ready?" he growled. I bit my lip, smiling deviously, and nodded. "Tell me."
"I'm ready."
"Ready for what?" he prodded, leaning over me. "You ready for me to cum?"
I had never been one for dirty talk, but this was outrageously hot. "Yeah."
He placed my leg on his shoulder. "Then, tell me."
"I want you to cum," I moaned. "I want you to cum so bad."
Channing grinned. "Yeah? That's what you want? You want me to fucking blow my load right now?"
"Come on, Channing. Fuck me until you shoot."
His thrusts stuttered. He gripped my leg. His jaw dropped. "Oh... FUCK!"
I felt Channing's dick swell inside of me before firing off an amazing, hot load. I could literally feel every shot as it filled me. And, there were quite a few. Channing pushed further inside of me with every pulse until, spent, he collapsed onto my body, panting.
I could only think of one thing to say. "Wow."
Channing's head popped up, looking a tad more upset than turned on. "I... I didn't hurt you, did I? I mean... I know I got kinda rough with you."
I shook my head. "I'm fine. Just... surprised."
Channing sat back, still inside of me. "I... yeah. Me, too. I guess I got a little carried away."
We sat that way in awkward silence until his softening cock fell out of me. I brushed my hair out of my face and sighed. Things had gotten real weird real quick. "So... I'm gonna go take a shower," I said quietly. Channing jumped at the opportunity. "That's great. Yeah, good idea. I'm gonna do the same. In my room."
We both hopped up and made for our respective rooms. Watching Channing's naked body strut through my house made me shake my head. I just had sex with that.
Hot.
Thanks for reading guys. I decided to make it a little steamier in the second chapter. The third is in the works! Feel free to e-mail me and let me know what you think, what you would like to see or even if you just want to say thanks or anything!
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