Ricky Smith - Fame,fortune and lust

On those hour breaks she'd go for a walk in the desert sunshine, or she'd take a swim in the pool, or have a light lunch. But more often than not, she'd meet Gerry in her dressing room. He'd pull his dance tights down and grab his dance belt and get it down to his knees. Then Lindy'd get on the floor and he'd fuck her fast, hard, till he came. Or he'd just stand, there, leaning against the door, and watch as she opened his sweaty dance clothes, pulled his hardening cock out, and took it in her mouth. Each time she sucked him, she was getting better at it. He'd come fist, filling her cheeks till they bloated out, and after a few times she was learning how to swallow the whole load without letting any dribble down her chin.

The first time she took all his cum, she got back up and looked into his eyes and giggled. Then she said, "I can't believe I took the whole thing!"

Gerry laughed, then forced her back down in front of him and made her suck him off a second time.

Sometimes they'd go up to Lindy's room – the one she still shared with Julie – and fuck on the bed. But they liked doing it in strange places, just as Terry Peerce liked heating off in strange places. Gerry threw a fuck into Lindy backstage, in a dark corner, against a pile of ropes and flats for sets. One time they ducked into the men's room backstage and he ate her pussy out as she stood up on the sink! Another time, she pulled his cock out of his pants as the cast sat at a big long table, listening to notes from the director. Gerry came all over his pants and her hand, but no one knew about it. Naturally, Gerry and Lindy were the last to leave the table.

And every night, with the lights out, after some gambling – Lindy was becoming addicted to playing keno – and a few drinks, she'd let Julie have her body. She even started licking the older woman's pussy herself – and found that she was liking it. They finally ended up in a sixty-nine position the night before Ron and. Terry arrived, and brought each other off with their tongues.

Ron and Terry took an evening flight. After they were in the sky for about an hour and had their sandwiches and cocktails, the lights in the cabin dimmed and the stewardess brought pillows. Terry put his in his lap and leaned against the back of his seat and the window.

Ron looked around. There was no one in the row but them – all the way across the plane. The stewardess was nowhere to be seen. This was the time – his cock was bursting with anticipation in his shorts. "Terry, open, your zipper," Ron said softly.

Terry opened his eyes. "What?"

"Open your zipper," Ron repeated.

"Why?"

"What do you mean? Why? 'Cause I want to play with your dick, that's why."

Terry looked around the dark plane. "Ron, this is dangerous."

"Like hell," Ron whispered. "Reach under your pillow and pull your cock out or I'll cancel your L.A. show."

Who was Terry to argue with that? He pulled his zipper down and moved the pillow to one aide, looking toward the aisle, afraid that someone would see him.

Ron's hand moved across the seat to Terry's cock and held it tightly. It began, to fill, began to push its way through Ron's hot fingers, hardening Terry closed his eyes again and leaned back. Man, that feels good. He decided he'd let Ron do what he wanted – the hell with anyone seeing. He figured Ron knew what he was doing.

"That's it, Terry, just let me work your nice dick up and down," Ron whispered, leaning his head back in his seat. He pumped on Terry's cock as if it were his own, pulling his hand up to the tip, flicking it with his thumb, dragging his fingers down the shaft again to Terry's zipper.

"Oh, man," Terry moaned softly, arching his hips forward in the seat. His cock stood at attention, sticking out of his red pleated pants, with Ron's hand wrapped around it, holding it, pulling on it, jerking him off.

"Terry, you like it?" Ron muttered.

"Love it," Terry replied.

"Listen, kid," Ron whispered as he felt Terry's dick getting still harder in his grasp, "Tell me when you're gonna shoot."

"I'll… I'll get my pants all messed…"

Terry started to murmur, but Ron stopped him.

"I'm gonna go down on you, so you tell me when," Ron said.

Terry felt relieved. He shoved his hips up again and pressed his band under his balls. He could feel Ron's hand hitting his as his cock was being worked up and down…

Suddenly, just as Terry thought that he was going to come, a little bell sounded, behind them and the stewardess walked down the aisle. She didn't look down at them, but even if she had, she wouldn't have seen anything. Terry had pressed the pillow over his hard cock, and Ron had pulled his hand to the seat rest.

In a moment she was gone and they were at it again. Terry leaned back and closed his eyes. He thought of Lindy sliding her finger up his asshole and making him come in her mouth. He thought of the situation they were in now – Ron with his baud wrapped around Terry's cock, beating him off somewhere above Kansas! In a plane full of people!

"Getting near, Terry?" Ron whispered in a low tone.

"Yeah, close, close," Terry muttered, gritting his teeth. He pressed on his balls and felt them quivering between his legs. He was nearly there.

Ron looked at the boy's cock in anticipation. He couldn't wait to put his lips over the big red cockhead and drink the juices down. He beat it hard, up and down, breathing deeply. "Tell me when… tell me when…"

Terry held his breath and then clenched his fists. He tossed his head back and shook his long shaggy hair. Then he opened his eyes wide and said, "Now."

In one fast move, Ron bent over and slammed his head down on Terry's hard cock. Just as the end of the boy's penis hit the back of his throat, cum filled his mouth. He'd promised to take it all down, not, to spill a drop, so he started swallowing, again and again, as each spurt of semen shot out of the tip of the hot throbbing cock.

"Oh, Ron, yes…" Terry moaned, pressing his head to the window and pushing up with his hips so his cock was shoved all the way down Ron's throat.

Ran kept at it till the last drop came out of Terry's cockhead, and then he pulled off, kissed the tip of his dick, and sat up again. He wiped his lips and leaned his head back and closed his eyes. He didn't say another thing till they landed in Vegas.

But Terry watched him for a few minutes. He wondered what in the hell made Ron tick? The guy liked girls and boys both, just like his wife. He was handsome and had the biggest cock he'd ever seen. Julie was a beautiful woman, but apparently they didn't satisfy each other. He wondered if this was what he would have to be giving in to the sexual advances of both Ron and Julie – in order to sustain a career. No, he figured. As soon as he was on top, he'd go to another agent, someone better, someone who didn't demand his body. He'd take his money and run…

But, for now, at that moment before they landed, he felt his softened cock inside his shorts. It still felt wet and warm. He'd liked what Ron had done – a blow job was better than his hand any day – and he knew he had a strange affection for the guy, one that he couldn't explain.

Ron opened his eyes as the Fasten Seat Belts sign clicked on. "You okay?" he asked.

"Sure," Terry said, nodding.

"Yes, I'm here for Lindy Travis' opening. Then I have three concerts lined up…"

One of the press people stood up and asked, "Where are they?"

"Albuquerque, Las Vegas, and Los Angeles," Terry replied.

Ron added, "He'll do Albuquerque after Lindy's opening, then come back here for his own concert."

Another member of the press stood up. "Terry, how does it feel to have your record climbing the charts so fast?"

"Fantastic!" Terry said with a huge smile.