The O.C., Part 1
This story is purely fictional. It in no way suggests the true sexuality of Adam Brody, Peter Gallagher or Benjamin McKenzie, nor reveals any personal knowledge about their private lives.
The O.C. and its characters are trademarks of and copyright Warner Bros Television.
"Now Ryan, are you SURE you don't want to go to Cotillion?"
"Yeah. I'll just stay home--watch some t.v., play some video games."
Ryan Atwood lay on his poolhouse bed with his arms behind his head. The Cohens (Kirsten and Sandy) stood at the doorway, trying to convince their newly-adopted son to watch as the young girls of Newport made their debut into society.
"You're sure, kiddo?" asked Sandy, winking. "There might be some hot babes there--"
"Sandy!" shouted Kirsten.
"For RYAN!" chuckled Sandy, "For RYAN!"
Kirsten smiled and gave Sandy a kiss. Ryan laughed.
"Ok, Ryan," said Kirsten, walking over to his bed. "Here's my cell phone number, and here's Sandy's. Seth is getting out getting pizza with some friends, so he'll be back at around 8." The kind woman left two slips of paper on the bedstand table, and gave Ryan a peck on the forehead.
"See ya later, buddy," nodded Sandy, holding the door open for Kirsten. "Don't have too much fun while we're gone." With that, he left, and Ryan was alone.
Bored already, he flipped on the television and looked for something good to watch.
"Ugh, nothing's on!" he thought to himself, shutting off the t.v.. Suddenly, an idea struck him. It had been days since he had last jacked off. He had a horrible case of blue balls, and his thick sausage was craving attention. With Seth still gone for at least half an hour, right now seemed like the perfect time for a little whacking off. Just thinking about it made the donkey dick in his pants twitch.
Quickly, he got up, went over to the bookcase by the television, and opened up "The Anthology Of All That Is Classic." The book, hollow inside, held one of Ryan's most prized possessions. Already excited, Ryan popped the tape in. Immediately, the bathroom of the Cohen house appeared on the screen.
You see, Ryan was gay. He was great friends with Marissa, of course, but never wanted to pursue her as more. He just did it to piss off Luke (who, by the way, was considered one of the hottest guys in Newport in Ryan's eyes). Not only was Ryan gay, though--Ryan was also naughty. Weeks ago, Ryan had installed a video camera into just about every room in the house. He had plenty of alone time every day, so he made good use of it.
Once everything was in place and the cameras were all hidden, Ryan began to spy. And damn, did he spy good.
Now, though, Ryan basked in happiness as he watched one of his favorite scenes.
On the television screen, the upstairs bathroom was empty. Then, the door opened.
"Yeah, whatever, mom!" said Seth, yelling out the door before shutting it. Then he muttered to himself "Suck my cock, bitch."
"Speaking of my cock..." he said to himself, locking the door. A smile slid across Seth's face as he navigated his strong hand down his jeans. He moved it around a little bit before taking it out to remove his shirt. Seth had a nice body. He had an under-defined six-pack, but still a six-pack. His biceps were in need of some work, but he didn't have a hair on his strong body. As he took off his shirt, it was clear that he had an erection.
Soon, his jeans came down, and all that was left was his boxers. Because he had such a raging boner, the cotton boxers were stretched in the front to their limit. Happily, they came down too, and what was left was marvelous.
Seth's enormous cock belonged on a horse instead of him. It was the thickness of a beer can, and the length was even longer. Nine inches was how long Seth's monster dick was. His huge, hairy balls were the size of golf balls, and seemed to be almost touching the floor. And once Seth's pants went off, Ryan knew where all the hair from his body was. Seth had a thick black bush of pubic hair at the base of his fat horse cock, and all over his big balls.
Seth's firm hands (it was way too thick for just one to fit around it) slid up and down his beefy cock.
"Ohhhh, fuck," he moaned, closing his eyes. His fat prick was on the verge of cumming.
Increasing the pace, Seth stroked and jacked and beat and whacked his big dick, until finally, he moaned as nine thick, hot, gooey ropes of cum shot out of his nine inch slab of thick meat.
Contented with his nice masturbation session, he closed his eyes for a moment, and then opened them up again, gazing around the room. Then he spotted Ryan's camera.
"What the...?" he began, walking up to it. He started right into the camera's lens. And then he grinned.
PART 2, COMING SOON!