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Chris Evans: The Meet And Greet

Title: The Meet And Greet
Rating: NC17
Summary: A lucky fan wins a meet and greet with Chris Evans.

I had been trying to get a meet and greet with Chris Evans for months now.

Such a hot man.

It would be unthinkable NOT to have wild passionate sexy dreams about him.

Imagine my yell of victory when I finally scored that meet and greet.

I would get a set visit on Captain America 2.

And of course I would see Him.

I wondered if I had the nerve to tell him that I make manipped pictures of him.

That and that I was so head over heels in love with him.

But would he appreciate that from a gay male fan?

He probably has millions of female fans and would rather be interested in them than some male fans who worship him like a Sex God.

Sometimes I dream that scenario.

Him sitting on a throne and me in front of him, on my knees, doing everything that he wishes me to do.

Sometimes he's clothed and I unzip his zipper with my teeth before I take him in my mouth, other times I just focus on that throbbing cock of his right from the start.

Yes, I'm pretty excited but also pretty nervous for the meet and greet with him.

So much that I can't sl**p that night.

No matter what I do, I open my eyes again.

I just can't get myself to sl**p.

Until I do and I just don't care what happens in those dreams until I awake.

The next morning I take a shower.

This scenario has also played with my thoughts.

Where I lather up his godly body with soap until I once again take that cock of his in my mouth to stimulate him.

Will you just stop it and take a normal shower for once! I think to myself.

I don't eat anything for breakfast.

I just hop into my car and drive to the set.

Just when I park my car, I see him.

God, he's just so beautiful.

I pull my seatbelt off and am outside the car in a second, the door closing behind me.

"Good morning, Chris!" I excitedly say and wave.

He had just gotten there himself and is now walking toward me.

"Hey there, you must be the lucky fan."

I want to fling my arms around him and kiss him, but I don't.

We shake hands.

"Yup, that's right." I say with a smile as I tell him my name.

"Well, let's get started, shall we?" Chris asked.

"Sure thing, Chris. Lead the way."

Oh Dear Lord.

I can't stop staring at his ass as he walks a little bit in front of me.

I think he's noticed too.

"I was so excited, I actually forgot to take a shower. Stupid of me, huh?" Chris said.

I stop dead in my tracks.

He's forgotten to shower?! I thought as I look at him.

He's beautiful, he doesn't need to shower every day. I add to my thoughts.

"Uhm, yeah. B...But..." I stammer.

He stops walking too and looks at me.

"But what?"

"W...Well, you're b-beautiful as it is. You don't need to s-shower daily, as long as you don't do it once a week." I say with a smile on my face while I try my hardest not to stammer, but that damn beautiful face I have fallen in love with makes it so hard for me to keep my cool.

I bet he is thinking oh, a gay fan, lucky me now.

Or maybe Of all the persons who can have male fans, I have to end up with a gay fan.

But he just smiles at me.

"Actually... I have a shower in my trailer. Figured I would take a shower there."

The question Can I watch? pops up in my head and I blush fiercely from it, but I don't ask it.

I'm too embarrassed to ask it.

"Would you mind waiting a few minutes before we really start the set visit?" Chris asked me.

"Sure, Chris." I say with a smile.

For Fuck's sake, tone it down will you?

Because my smile widens and the imagery is just too fucking hot to pass up.

"Thanks, man. I really appreciate it." Chris tells me as we walk to his trailer.

We walk into the trailer and he goes straight for the shower.

I see how he takes his shirt off while he is standing with his back to me.

I feel something harden in my pants at the sight of the naked upper part of my celebrity crush's body.

"Uhm... do you mind?" Chris asks me.

I know what he wants me to do.

"Don't worry, Chris, I don't mind, you can show it to me. I promise not to tell." I say with all the confidence I can muster.

He raises his eyebrow.

"Do you now?" he asks me.

I nod.

"Okay." Chris says and takes his pants and briefs off right in front of me.

Look at his face... I thought as I willed myself not to look down.

But I can't help it!!!

Hmm... Chris thought as he caught me looking down. He's not so bad on the eyes and face. I wonder what his body looks like now that I have shown him my body... I know I shouldn't, but fuck it.

"Want to take a shower with me?"

My eyes widen as I look back up at him.

What the hell did he just ask?!

"Well, if you don't mind, Chris, I would never just invade your personal space like..."

"I just asked you, didn't I?" he says while cutting me off.

Okay, pal, decline NOW. Say you already took your shower. A handsome red devil says to me.

This is what you always dreamed of, isn't it? Say yes! A handsome white angel says to me.

"Wow, you really are nice to your fans." I say as I move my hands to my shirt and pull it off.

"Yes, especially gay fans like you."

I freeze up while my hands are moving to my jeans.

"You've... you've done that before?" I ask him.

"Yeah... sometimes I've regretted that decision. Go on, take your jeans off." he says, coaxing me to get fully nude.

"Oh," I just say and take my jeans off.

"Ohhhhh, no briefs. Naughty gay guy." he teases.

He's walking toward me.

"I couldn't help but notice how you kept staring at my ass while we were walking to my trailer..." he says in a husky voice.

For Fuck's sake, JUMP HIM ALREADY!

But I don't do that.

Not until I feel his cock touch mine.

I wrap my arms around him and kiss him hard on his lips.

"Yeah, it's one of the male parts I really love to look at."

"But is it your number one part you really love to look at?" he asks me as his hands wrap around me while he kisses me back on my lips.

I can feel his hands trail all the way down to my ass and then I feel my celebrity crush's hands squeeze them.

I completely lose it by moaning.

"No, it's cocks that are my number one part to look at." I tell him.

"Does my cock fit that profile?" Chris asks me.

"Yes, oh God Chris yes."

He leaves my side then and takes my hand.


I let him walk me to the shower.

He smirks at me while he turns it on.

And turns up the heat, I think to myself.

"Well, then, if you say so, then why don't you suck me off?" Chris asks with a grin.

"Mmm, I've dreamed of this, you know. But then it was me soaping up your body." I say as I kiss my way down to his cock.

My tongue licks from his balls all the way up to the head of his cock before I take him in my mouth.

"Have you now?" he asks just as I begin to suck him.

"Ohhhhh fuck yeah," he groans as one hand runs through my hair.

"Turn... oh shit... around..." he tells me.

But that means I have to leave that delicious cock alone! I want to protest.

But I don't dare to disobey him.

So I do it, leave his glorious cock alone with an ache in my heart.

Chris gets on his knees and then he lashes out.

I cry out at feeling two loud smacks on my ass cheeks, one on each.


"Spread them wide." Chris asks me.

With my hands I try to spread them as wide as I can.

"Mmm, now if only I had a dildo with me." he says with a wicked grin.

I freeze up hearing that.

I don't own any toys myself but hearing him that he does kinda scares me.

And then I feel his tongue between my ass cheeks.

"Mmmmmm!!!" I moan out.

"I never thought you were this dirty, Mr. Evans." I tell him.

"Damn, that makes me feel so old. Call me Chris instead."

Then I feel one of his hands grab my cock and stroke it.

"Ohhh yeah!!" I moan out.

"Do you like this, you horny male fan you?" he asks my asshole as he licks me there.

"Oh yeah, I do... please fuck me from behind!"

"Did you dream this once as well?"

"To be honest, the fucking from behind yes, but you slapping my ass cheeks and licking my asshole, no I didn't."

I didn't hear him rise up, but he did.

And thrusts hard into my asshole.

I scream his name in heated pleasure.


"Sssh, I'm here." he says as he adds his second hand to the stroking of my cock.

"I fucking love you, Chris!" I groan out.

"How's that feel, your crush's cock in your ass hmm?" he asks me.

"It feels wonderful!" I tell him.

Then I feel his hands leave my cock.

I grow frustrated as my need to cum in the shower of Chris Evans's trailer is put on hold.

In exchange I feel his hands tweak my male nipples while his thrusts speed up.

"Chris... please make me cum with your skilled hands."

I'm so scared he will reply with achieve it with your own skilled hands.

"Oh alright." I hear him whisper in my ear, his tongue with my assjuices licking me there.

His hand firmly envelops my cock and by way of hard and fast stroking mixed with the hard and fast thrusts in my asshole I cum.

At that moment I am blessed beyond pleasure when I feel his cum shoot in me.

We cry out at exactly the same time.

"That was so fucking awesome!!" I say when I know he is no longer in my asshole with his cock and so I turn around, wrap my arms around him and kiss him deeply.

He responds with his own and a passionate french kiss.

"Hmm... are you free later?" Chris asks me.


"Good, now let's get dressed so we can start showing you the set."

My hands glide from his back to his ass cheeks and I smack them back.


The End.

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