Hollywood-Deepthroat-01
"The Hollywood Deepthroat"
The first famous guy I ever deepthroated used to be the star of a TV show twenty years ago. He doesn't do anything now, except live in the house his famous lover set him up in. Behind the house is a small guest cottage, which is where I currently live. I met the guy in Las Vegas. I came to his hotel room to suck him off. I had no idea who he was and didn't even recognize him until after my leg had been broken and he was sitting helplessly on the bed as the paramedics were loading me onto a stretcher.
"Hey, aren't you Xxxx Xxxxxx?" one of them asked. Well, who knew? He'd told me his name was Eddie. And while he admitted that he was indeed that guy, he didn't bother to volunteer that my leg had been broken when I'd fallen off the bed during an unsuccessful attempt to get me to suck my own cock while he was rimming me. Eddie said he felt so guilty about knocking me off the bed and causing my leg to snap, that he offered to let me stay in his guest cottage in Los Angeles while it healed. Frankly I think he was more interested in having a 28 year old cocksucker who could go balls-deep on him living in his backyard, but whatever the case, I thought it was a pretty sweet offer.
After about three blowjobs (over three nights) Eddie said my mouth was "too good not to share," and asked if I wouldn't mind sucking off another guy he knew. Another famous one. "More famous than you?" I tried not to roll my eyes.
He acted offended. "I have connections you know. There are a lot of closeted guys in the Industry who like to drop by and fool around."
Turns out he was right. Two nights later I was sitting back on the sofa, my bum leg propped up on the coffee table, when Eddie appeared at the door. He wasn't alone. Now his friend was much more famous. And already hard, judging from the large bulge in his tight jeans.
I blurted out: "You're...."
"...horny for some head," he finished. He walked over to the sofa, straddled my cast and unzipped. He was freeballing, so his thick cock popped right out like a cannon. "Suck it."
I wasn't sure what protocol was for a sex with a star, but apparently it was kosher for Eddie to take a seat and watch the action. He did just that, making himself comfortable while I started to work some magic on the Movie Star dick.
The guy I was sucking looked back at his friend. "Man, you weren't kidding when you said this guy could suck." He turned back to me. "Come on, baby. Let's see you take all nine inches. Can you do that?" With my mouth full of dick I couldn't really offer a reply, so I just used my tongue to pull the other three inches beyond my lips, feeling the top six slide past my tonsils. "Jesus, fuck! Man, how does it feel to have it all the way in?"
It felt great. I loved it, he loved it, Eddie loved watching it (I turned my eyes toward him and was happy to see he had his own cock out and was merrily jacking off). While my tongue, throat and mouth kept working on the Movie Star dick, the guy leaned down and pulled my shirt up past my pecs and started twisted my nipples like he could somehow fine tune the movement of my tongue against the underside of his shaft.
Now when a guy starts to tease my nipples, I can't have my cock trapped in my jeans, which is just where it was at that point. Eddie, in an apparent feat of mind reading, shuffled his way over to the sofa and unzipped me. I was a little surprised when he went down on me, mostly because he hadn't shown any interest during our previous trysts.
"Oh yeah, suck that hot cock," the Movie Star said. I could tell he was getting close to popping, mostly because his rod was throbbing in my mouth and because his nuts were slowly churning against my chin. He let go of my nips and began to caress my face. "You ready for a feeding?" Apparently he didn't expect me to answer, since a second later his big cock was unloading in my throat.
"Hurry up and finish," Eddie told him. He had (clearly) finished with me and was looking for a place to deposit his own approaching load. The Movie Star pulled out just in time; I opened wide and stuck out my tongue, managing to catch all seven spurts that came from Eddie's piss slit.
Then the Movie Star had a brilliant idea. "Let's feed him his own!" I could already tell he was trying to figure out a way to contort my body so my cock was pointing down at my face. He wasn't going to let the cast on my leg deter him.
I tried to protest, but the Movie Star stuffed his dick (it was still hard) back into my mouth. Luckily, Eddie didn't want a repeat of the Las Vegas incident, so he quickly changed the plan, returning from the kitchenette with a shot glass, which he used to collect my nectar. The Movie Star's dick was removed from my mouth and I was then fed my load from the glass.
I wish I could say the Movie Star took me home with him, or that Eddie suggested we all hop into the bedroom for a real threeway, but five minutes later I was back to my bad TV like nothing had even happened. Will I get to suck off the Movie Star again? I'm hoping... but I suspect it depends on whether or not he can sneak away from his (famous) wife. We'll see.