Wherein we invite our readers to liberally coat their flesh in the tacky substance of their choice and roll around in the blind item feathers scattered about by humpy E! gossipist Ted Casablanca. This week, Ted manages to appropriate a bathroom stall, normally the province of his blow-hoovering starlets, for his bread-and-butter, guess-which-straight-boy-slurps-schlong tease. Bite the pillow of One Blowin'-in-the-Stall Blind Vice:
Ted sez: "Darn it! I've covered a zillion and one glitzy press events at posh (yet out of the way) hotels, and not once has Vanilla Fill-Ya ever asked me to join him in the bathroom toilets. My feelings are a tad hurt, really. But on with it; I am a solider—sigh. 'Twas just another junket for hottie Van F.—a much more daring adventurer in the boudoir than his teenybopper fans realize. Alas, these media affairs must get so tiresome after a teensy while. Perhaps, then, a combination of jaded boredom and curious kinkiness is what drove V.F. to step into a rather spacious stall with a cute gent for some on-your-knees, open-your-mouth fun. Van was serviced, natch. I mean, he is, like, pretty famous." Read the item.
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