Tom Hardy Gives in
Part 1
Tom chuckled to himself at he entered the gym's showers. Thinking of the way the receptionist had practically moaned when she saw him enter.This wasn't his usual gym, no he had a late meeting in London, and decided to fit in his workout closer to the studio's office.
It was moments like this that fueled his workouts and he clung to more and more recently. The sight of his fans, especially the female ones, becoming infatuated that Tom got off on.
Seeing the reaction on their face to his mear presence was enough to give him a slight high and send the blood rushing south.The looks of admiration that said I would let you throw me over this table and fuck me senseless, and I don't care who sees, fulled his workouts, to keep his body an unquestionable object of desire.
Tom's had to remind himself a lot more recently of his fantasies involving woman, as lately, he was becoming more conflicted. Yes he was bisexual, but he hadn't acted on those urges in years, it was just a few times with mates in university. He had been committed to women most of his adult life and looked solely at straight porn, dominate hairy guys like himself, fucking the living daylights out of sexy women, picturing himself as the guy. He tried to forget why he was questioning himself and returned to his shower.
The gym was uncared for, a dingy inner-city place that didn't bother to clean as well as it should. There were open showers with signs across a few showerheads asking people to not use them. Tom thought that due to the fact the showers were so exposed maybe that drew a lot of customers away. Lads were so shy with there bodies now, not him, he was used to having his thick cock out on display in locker rooms, nudity didn't phase him.
He picked a shower and began to lather up. Tom knew he had probably pushed himself too hard on the weights, he was overdoing it and wasn't giving his body proper time to rest. Exhausted and he knew why, trying to run away from those thoughts by being even more dedicated to his fitness routine, running away from himself by proving he could run more, lift more. That he truly was a man's man like everyone thought he was.
The water was surprisingly warm, hoping it wouldn't run out soon, Tom got to work, Taking his shower gel and lathering up his hairy chest, noting how his pecs have become even more pronounced lately. Which in turn made his nipples stand out further so he couldn't help but knock them whilst working the soap into his upper body.
A cheeky grin appeared on Tom's face, anyone who had the privilege to get him naked knew what a hound he was for nipple play, letting girls pull and tease them, even a few bite on the nubs. He had heard this was the case with some guys, that their nipples were connected to their cocks, so he wasn't overly worried. Even giving them a quick tug whilst no one was around, letting out a sharp moan laughing that here he was pleasure himself in a public shower where anyone could come in at any moment. He couldn't get caught, he was too well known, so carried on rubbing the soap into his aching muscles.
After running his hand over his abs, biceps, legs and balls, including a quick wash of his foreskin he made his way to his ass. Tom had always been proud of his ass and the way it made his fans drool. He felt lucky to be one of those guys that didn't have to pay much attention to that area, only occasionally doing squats kept his ass large and firm. It could be said he was well gifted in that area. Today he had spent time doing squats and knew the sweat would have penetrated the defined crack of his two pert globes. Cheeks so big he had to get an extra size up in underwear to fit them inside. He also had a nightmare finding jeans that could contain his buttocks and didn't lose their tautness from the strain.
Tom worked the soap over down from his back, rubbing the top of his cheeks, savouring the release it was giving his muscles. Daring to go lower he massaged the upper parts of his ass, working his fingers deep into the muscle if anyone walked in they wouldn't be shocked but any further would arouse suspicion. Thinking he was safe Tom moved to the bottom of his ass, slightly bending forward to reach the area where the top of his legs met his cheeks. As a joke to himself, taking the index finger on both his hands and bouncing the flesh slightly, feeling how much muscles he had grown over the years. Sensing he was unlikely to be disturbed, Tom squeezed more soap in his hands and proceeded to message both checks, moaning at the work his hands were doing in releasing the tension he had worked up in his workout. Squeezing and prodding, pulling them apart and together, working the muscles to feel the full effect of this intimate message.
Realising where he was, Tom snapped out of his bliss, he returned to washing himself, and thought that he needed to clean between his cheeks, time was getting on and he should be heading to his meeting soon. Taking more soap Tom took his right hand to swipe between his cheeks, and then it happened, the feeling he had been dreading, the brief moment of euphoria he had spent the last few weeks running from, scared of what it might mean.
As Tom's hand brushed past his hole, it made his knees buckle slightly, made his balls tight and one single bead of precum ooze from his cock. This is what he was scared of, how could he get so much pleasure from only briefly passing his hole. He had never even thought it could be pleasurable, thought that it could excite him so much, even he had encounters with guys they had only sucked him off, kissed and he fingered them. Never the other way around, and what did this mean, was he gay now, should he tell his wife. The anxiety was building up inside him, but he felt, comfortable, natural, realising that his finger was still grazing over his ass.
He couldn't do it again, not here, anyone could find out, anyone could walk in and see. Last time he promised himself it would be a one-off, a rare occasion simply experimenting, harmless. Tom couldn't help it, running from his anxiety through working out or fucking his wife wouldn't work anymore, he had to face this head-on, and for a second time that month, the second time in his life pushed the tip of his finger into himself and let the pleasure ripple through his body. Fantasizing about the incident two weeks ago.
Tom was home alone, the family were out for the day and as he was struggling to get the lines down for his next movie, and though he couldn't pass up the opportunity for the house to be quiet for an extended period. After breakfast and with the wife gone he showered. Getting dressed he only bothered to put on some white Calvin Klein briefs. Tom enjoyed being naked as much as possible as this was his usual attire when alone. Catching a sight of his package in the bathroom mirror, made him realise he should not pass the opportunity up. Tom practically skipped to the study down the hall. Excited that for the first time in a while. He could jerk off, as loudly as he wanted, to whatever porn he wanted without being disturbed. In his single years, Tom was a keen masturbator, loving getting to know his body in a way only he knew how. That stopped when he got married, as his wife thought it was gross, and she hardly ever put out. She wasn't here now, and Tom loaded up his favourite videoes, of women begging to get fucked in public.
Tom moaned, tweaking his nipples and furiously jerking off his thick eight-inch cock. By mid-morning he had already wanked twice, grunting loudly, realising all his pent up sexual energy. He had even let the cum dry on his body before carrying on in a frenzy of sexual bliss, and getting off on the manly smell emanating from his groin; as the cum dried or was used as lube for his next wank. Whilst looking for more videos a pop up appeared, right above the play button for a video of a woman getting fucked by two plumbers whilst her husband was at work. The pop up immediately took Tom to a strange website.
Normally, when this sort of thing happens, depending on the material Tom just carried on, enjoying the chance to break the cycle of the average videos he watched, but this website sparked a strange fascination. It was a fake celeb site. Tom had seen them before, where people paste pictures of hot celebs over the bodies of porn stars, giving the illusion these were the celebs fucking, pleasuring themselves and getting up to all sorts. This was different though, Tom has bashed out a few wanks to those websites, but this was strange. This was people he knew, this was men Tom knew. This was a gay porn website, showing some of his mates, people he looked up to and industry stars with what looked like their cocks out fucking the living daylights out of each other.
Paul Rudd, getting fucked by Chris Hemsworth as Thor. Tom Holland covered in spunk, Idris Elba grinding against Hugh Jackman wearing the sexiest jockstrap. Tom continued to scroll shocked by what he was seeing. A young Brendon Fraser pissing on a group of men, Logan Lerman in the start of a striptease, a particular picture made his eyes linger for a moment Oscar Issac posing, with a thick cock oozing precum all over his thick lower body and most strangiest, himself. There he was in a deceptively convincing picture, fingering his ass, begging the viewer to fuck him senseless, of course, it wasn't him. It was a fake. Tom thought he would close the website, till he noticed. This entire time his hand had not taken itself from his cock he had increased his speed. Was he enjoying the display of gay celebs in front of him? There was no way, he couldn't be, so why was he getting closer to his third climax, why wasn't he stopping? Why had the picture of himself struck a chord with himself so much? He couldn't stop looking at himself, the expression on his face, In a moment of confusion, and pure primal lust, Tom moved the hand the was stroking his cock down to his ass and pushed against his hole.
No, he stopped, not taking his hand away but thinking to himself this had gone too far, why was he doing this, and why did it feel so good. He felt the heat coming from his hole, the pressure from his cock to let out its third load, his nipples begging for punishment, his brain craving a new sexual venture. Tom pushed his finger in, and in that short time before he came, his body was on fire, he had never been so turned on in his life, feeling that this was what he was meant for, all that time wasted not enjoying this, how he wanted to go past the initial pain and push his himself further to a whole fist was inside him.
A thousand thoughts of this nature rushed through his head, all concerned with how it felt to be pleasuring himself this way. All Tom could think of was the feeling of his hole contracting around his finger as his cock exploded and the third load of cum pooled in his Calvin Kleins.
That was two weeks ago and Tom was scared to jerk off in case those feelings came back. Along with the lack of sex from his wife Tom was unbelievably horny and in that time found himself looking at the Calvin Kleins soaked with dry cum that he sashed in the bedroom. a token of his shame and a reminder he can never do that again, but Tom knew he kept them wishing he could.
Here he was now acting out on those urges, finger in his ass moaning and pulling on his nipples, in a public shower of all places, screaming at himself to stop.
"now that's a message"
The voice cut through Tom's mind, sending fear through his body, he was caught, people would know. There he was with a ruined reputation. He couldn't even run, why was he still fingering himself.
"don't stop on my account mate."
It couldn't be, of all people, standing before him, in this dingy gym, well he guessed it was close to the studios so it must get the occasional visit from famous actors. Oscar Issac, the Guatemalan born actor proudly displaying his manhood, naked in all his glory, clear and unphased as Tom was, well Tom used to be about other men seeing him post-workout. The sweat from his exercise glistened and mixed with the hair, that covered all of this body and muscle, giving the appearance of a sex god.
Yet, there he was standing in front of Tom, encouraging his explicit behaviour.
"Unless you want me to help you out instead?" said Oscar, inching closer and reaching out to cup Tom's firm ass in his hand. He whispered into Tom's ear "I definitely think I should help you out", and raised his palm to give Tom a quick spank that made him wince with euphoria.
---- End of Part 1
Preview of Part 2:
Tom sat at the end of the bed looking at the underwear that was a parting gift from Oscar Issac, thinking of all they had done together, and knowing it could never happen again. Why had he even agreed to swap his sweaty gym undies with him, sure he liked the sight of a woman in lacey knickers, but here he was was excited at the thought of sniffing and putting on this studs used undies, and wearing them for the rest of the day, knowing his cock would be contained by the same fabric he had used. That his dick had stretched and where he was sure he could smell dried cum. No, he thought, he threw the underwear in his gym bag and forgot anything even happed, determined to never let anything like that happen again. Just hoping he could resist these new urges inside of him.
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