I've never been so nervous in my life. Not even on reaping day, or during training. Today is the day of the live interviews. I know going into the 65th Hunger Games I should have worse worries than this, but today is the day I will meet Ceaser Flickerman. I know I'm young, and it's so wrong, but I can't help myself. I've had the biggest crush on him for as long as I can remember, possibly the first time I ever saw him. His blue hair and amazing wardrobe drives me crazy. He's the reason I popped my first boner. Every night I dream, very, very, naughty dreams about him. Dreams a fourteen year old boy shouldn't have about a much older man. Wet dreams are the worst when your stylists wake you up to get you ready. It's pretty embarrassing to say the least.

I had requested a very suggestive outfit for his interview. I hoped my stylist would not disappoint. My heart and penis were throbbing as I stepped up on stage for my interview. Wearing nothing but a string attached to a seashell placed over my dick over my dick. The interview went by far too quickly. As I stood up to shake his hand I was shocked when Ceaser grabbed me in a tight embrace grabbing my ass and quickly whispering in my ear "Meet me back stage tonight I want to see the size of your trident" licking my ear lobe, and pulling away.

I came right there, in my pants. I sat in my seat watching him interview the rest of the tributes, but I couldn't stop the tingling sensation in my ear lobe. I'm jealous of every person he touches. Every hand he holds, every hug he gives, makes me cringe. Ceaser will be mine, one day. Maybe even today, he did say meet him back stage. As the interviews come to a close I become more and more nervous. My penis is throbbing again as I make my way backstage to find him. I turn a corner and spot his dressing room. Jillian my stylist stops me. "Where are you going young man?" oh crap what do I say? The truth! "Ceaser asked me to see him after the interviews. He said he needed to tell me some tips for the arena, it can't hurt can it?" Oh but I do hope it hurts. "Okay I'll wait out here; I'm supposed to keep a close eye on you." "I won't be long I promise" I lied. I'll take as long as we need. I will make Ceaser Flickerman mine tonight.

I have a full on boner by the time I reach his door. I swallow hard and start to sweat as I knock twice. "YES? Who is it?" "Umm it's Finnick Odair sir." A few seconds the door flies open, and there stands Ceaser in a blue silky robe. "Finnick…I'm surprised you actually showed up" "Why wouldn't I? You asked I came." "You're not the only one that "came" today" I looked at him shocked "what?" "Do you realize how unbelievably desirable you look in that outfit? Only a shell protecting your package" I stand there stunned, Ceaser finds me desirable, he has no idea what he does to me. My cock is so hard I feel like the shell is going to rip off. I don't know what to say, maybe I should just tell him how I feel. "Umm, you are pretty desirable yourself; actually you happen to be a fantasy of mine." I'm shaking now, and throbbing down below; if he touches me I might cum again. Suddenly before I could do anything Ceaser rips off his robe, revealing his naked body to me. I just stand there taking in his glorious fully naked body. He is beautiful. He has no body hair except for his pubes, which are shaved down and dyed blue. What happens next takes me by surprise, he grabs me, hard, and pushes me full force into a chair and rips off my shirt. With that I feel a little cum start to drips off my dick, out of my shell, and down my leg.

Ceaser stood in front of me with his bedazzled dick right in my face. "Suck me dry fish boy." I was a little taken back. "W-What?" I said with wide eyes. He smirked "You swim in the ocean all day long you like salty things." I tentatively began licking his cock. "Don't be shy." He said smiling approvingly. With that I began sucking long and hard even using a bit of little teeth. Ceaser moaned with pleasure with brought a smirk of satisfaction to mine. My fantasies were finally being realized. Ceaser then came inside of my mouth. I swallowed. Some of his semen trickled down my chin. It was dyed blue, and tasted of blue berries; I couldn't help but lick it all up. He put back on his silk robe "Well cum gobbler, I can say you just gave me the best blow job I've ever had." He thinks I really give the best blow jobs? I was on cloud nine! "So um, what do you want to do now?" I asked nervously. "Well you need your rest for the games tomorrow. I promise to return the favor, if you come out of the games a victor." I was now more than ever determined to win the games. He smiled stroking himself "I'll send you some things in the arena to remember what you're fighting for." He winks at me as I picked up my shell and put it back to leaving his dressing room. This would be my memory to carry me on throughout The Hunger Games.

As I make my way back up to my room, I can't stop thinking about Ceaser's bedazzled cock in my mouth. It looked and tasted amazing. My crew leaves me at my door where I can finally be free to think about Ceaser. I strip completely naked and jump into bed. I lay on my back think about everything that just happened. I can't believe THE Ceaser Flickerman is interested in me. I slowly make my way down to my extremely hard cock, and start to stroke it as hard as I can. I wish he was here right now so he can swallow my load that's just for him. I cum harder than ever, thinking about how he ripped the shirt right off my body. I want him; I want him in me, everywhere. He mentioned he would send me something to remind me of what I'm fighting for, I hope it's something really special, I wish he could just send himself to me. Tomorrow I wake up, get pampered, and then start the games. I'm ready to win it, just for him.