This is an entirely made up situation, sprung from the mind of the author. If this content is illegal in your area, don't read it.
It all started a few weeks ago. I went to a movie premier for the new Spider Man movie, Far From Home. I guess it makes sense that Tom Holland would be there, seeing as he is the actor who portrays Peter Parker. While there, I went and got his autograph, and he left his phone number with a message asking me to call him.
Let me tell you about myself before I continue. I am 21 years old. I work out, so I have some pretty good muscle definition. I am pretty proud of that. I have blond hair and green eyes. I am about six feet tall. My package is about five inches long soft and 7.5 hard. I am gay.
So, a few days after the movie premier, I called the number. I wasn't very hopeful. I thought it would be a prank. It wasn't. Tom wasn't available when I called, and his voice answered as the pre-recorded message. I left my number and told him that I was the one he asked to call him when I got his autograph.
Later that day, I got a return call. "Hey. I bet you're wondering why I asked you to call me. Why don't you meet me at a restaurant and we can go over it? Any preferences?"
"Yeah. I like the steakhouse downtown."
"I like that too. Dinner tonight?"
"Sure. What time?"
"Is 7:00 good?"
"Sounds good to me."
"See you there."
He hung up. I feel that if things go my way, tonight could be a lot more fun that just dinner with Tom.
At 7:00, I was at the restaurant. I saw a fancy car pull up and Tom got out. He was wearing decent clothes, but also had on sunglasses and a hat. I guess he didn't want to be swamped by fans.
We went in, and got a table for two. After a few minutes of small talk, we got down to the main subject at hand. I'll spare you the details, but basically Tom wanted to find some people in America who he could crash with when on tours for his movies, and thought I looked like the kind of guy who would like being involved with that.
He was right. I was thrilled. I expressed that, and he was happy that I was willing to help him out. We ordered our steaks, and ate. The rest of dinner was filled with small talk. After our main courses were finished, we got dessert. Turns out, we like the same kind of desserts.
I initiated the next part of the conversation, "when I was young, my parents rarely ever got dessert at restaurants. Now that I'm in charge of my money, I eat dessert whenever I want."
"I had a similar situation. Now, who's paying?"
"I was thinking we'd split the bill, but if you don't want too, I'll pay."
"Really? Who's the rich one here?"
"True."
The waitress came back, and asked who was taking the bill, and Tom insisted he take it. The waitress saw his signature on the receipt, and asked for his autograph. He obliged. Said he had to be nice to his fans.
After the meal was paid for, we went to leave. I had an idea. Explained that he could test his idea tonight by staying at my house for the night. He accepted. We went to my house for the night.
We put in one of the Avengers movies, but he refused to watch if it was one with him in it. We had fun watching while Tom shared stories from his time working with the Avengers, largely RDJ.
I was woken at the end of the movie so Tom could ask me where he was going to sleep. I led him to the guest bedroom and told him to make himself at home. He seemed to be tired so I left him to his sleep.
The next morning I woke and saw Tom in the doorway. I acted like I was asleep, mainly so I could see what he was about to do. He slowly and quietly walked into my room, as good as Spader Man at stealth. Marvel studios chose the right guy. He made his way to my bed, and then moved to check if I was awake. I did my best to act like I wasn't, and it seemed to satisfy him.
He slid into the bed with me, and pressed himself to me, spooning me. His hands started to wander over me. I was worried. If his hands explored much further, they were going to find my growing erection. Soon, his hands made their way there. I then pretend to jerk awake, and Tom jumped back.
I took his hands and placed them right back where they had been. "If you start the job, you gotta finish it."
Now it was his turn to be worried. I don't think I was supposed to be awake when this happened. But he kept going. After a few minutes, I turned around and rubbed my hard cock against him. He was hard too. It seemed that my plan from the night before didn't fail, it just got postponed.
Soon enough, Tom had taken my underwear off, leaving me with nothing else on, because that's all I sleep in. My hard dick sprang free from the restraint of my boxer-briefs. He took his underwear off as well, leaving him in the same clothing situation as me. His erection was at least 6 hard inches.
I turned myself around and started to lick his dick, and invited him to the same to me. I sucked his balls and he moaned in pleasure. After a quick lick session, we were doing the 69 position so we could suck each other's cocks. He was great with his tongue, and fit most of my hard 7.5 inches into his mouth, almost like he had practice with someone else.
Soon I had him up on all fours with his bubble butt in the air. I was licking and sucking that beautiful ass. He just moaned with pleasure. After applying enough spit to use as lube, I slid a finger into his ass. If he had an experienced mouth and throat, it was definitely not the same as his ass. I asked, and he confirmed that he had a virgin ass. Not for long. I started using my fingers to loosen his ass and apply generous amounts of lube.
After applying the lube, I slipped in another finger to continue stretching him. He was loving every second of it. Tom sat there, ass in the air, fingers in his ass moaning with pleasure and slowly wanking himself. After three fingers had relatively little resistance, I had him lower his ass to make it easier to penetrate. I pressed my cock head to his opening and gently pushed.
As my cock head slid in, Tom shouted in pain and pleasure. I slowly started to push further in, and the look of pain on his face slowly faded away. Now that he was in pure pleasure, I could go faster. I pimped harder and harder, and soon was nearing climax. He asked me to stop so we could stretch the time together, and I did.
After about a minute to calm down, we started again. This time, he was on the giving end, and was fucking me. His cock was amazingly hard, and he was great at hitting my prostate. In minutes, he had me on the edge, and I had him stop. I got back on top, and fucked his ass until I shot my load in him. He shot his load all over my bed, but I didn't care. I pulled out of him, and scooped up some of the leaking cum and put it in my mouth.
He did the same with his, and we kissed, sharing our cum. We sat there for what seemed like only seconds, but was many minutes, kissing and sharing the taste of cum.
"You know, Tom, this stuff is better than the webs you shoot as Spider Man."
"I was wondering if you'd make a comment like that."
After some small talk and joking around, Tom left to go to another movie premier, but asked me to keep in touch.