Filming breaks always took forever, but today's break was particularly grueling. During the last scene a crew member accidentally kicked up a stone which cracked the lens of the main camera, so we had to wait around for hours for a replacement. I was working as a production assistant for a project that I can't reveal the name of, and it was the middle of October. We were shooting in Arizona, so although it was warm during the day, as soon as the sun started going down it got very chilly. But gee was it beautiful all around. I liked my job and knew I was lucky to place such a cool gig at such a young age. I was 22 and just your typical nerd with huge glasses. I was an awkward 5'8 and 125lbs with huge size 14 feet which I thought looked stupid on me. Despite my age I looked like a freshman in high school, as I had no body hair and hardly any peach fuzz grew when I didn't shave my upper lip and chin. The only thing hairy on me was my massive bush of curly black hair, and my ass, which kind of made it look like I was wearing some sort of furry speedo. Where I'm from in the Midwest it was pretty unmanly to shave so I tended to just let my pubes grow wild, and honestly I was pretty proud of them. I didn't mind too much about my body frame because there was one significant part of me that was man-sized, and that was my cock. I thought it was cool that I was this frail dork with a huge penis, I got off on a lot of porn involving nerdy kids with huge cocks titty fucking milfs and what have you. The only time I feel like a rock star is when I hop out the shower and look at myself in the mirror with my fat donkey cock just swinging around.
Anyway, enough about me. The project I was working on was co-starring Finn Wolfhard, and without giving too much away, the film was about a famous rock band in the 80s. As I mentioned, my main job was production assistant which involved various on-set activities, but I also was the number one runner/liaison for Finn. I lucked out because he was a really cool guy-- as much as I felt it appropriate to address him as `Mr. Wolfhard', he insisted that I called him Finn. At this point I've worked with a few celebrities, but Finn took the cake for being the most personable. Maybe it was because I saw a bit of myself in him. Though I was nowhere near as good-looking or tall, we were both skinny and pale white boys with big feet who enjoy a good game of Assassin's Creed—he was just a super famous movie star. I wished I was like him when I was his age; to be 19 and so successful, and so down to earth. We've developed a great working relationship and I feel that I'm really in groove with his schedule. I knock on his door two hours before every shoot so he can mentally prepare, bring him coffee at 6 am, and I notify him every time there's a change in the shooting schedule.
So it turned out that shooting for that day was going to be more delayed than expected, and the higher-ups suggested that I let Finn know. I headed over to his trailer and knocked on the door. "Yeah, come in," Finn said from inside his trailer. I turned the knob, but it was locked. "Uh I think it's locked Mr. Wolf- I mean Finn." There was a quick silence and then I heard flip flops shuffle across the floor. Finn unlocked the latch and the door pushed open toward me. When I entered the trailer, I saw that Finn was wearing a navy-blue heavy plush robe and black flip flops with white stripes on them "Come on in, Andy. Sorry, I'm gaming."
"Oh cool, where are you at in the game?"
"The part where I keep dying over and over again," he scoffed with a smile as he began zoning in his focus on the game screen.
I looked Finn up and down as he played. The robe looked really comfortable in the way that it kind of swallowed him, and it ran down just above his shins. It seemed vintage or something, but I had never seen it before. His legs had thin hairs on them that you could barely see unless you really focused, just like mine, and his feet were wide and long and looked very soft and clean. He had a `just had sex' or a bedhead look going on with his hair, and I liked the way it kind of covered his eyes because his plump pink lips made him look like a drawing of a rockstar. When he finally noticed me looking at him, he glanced quickly away from the screen and nudged me with his elbow in a playful manner, "What's up Andy? Are we going to start soon?"
"Oh right, sorry. They are saying that if we don't have the lens in an hour then we'll have to reschedule for tomorrow."
"Oh. Shit. Ok."
"...yeah so if not today, then tomorrow before sunrise."
"Before sunr-"
Before he could finish, Finn jumped in the air and yelled, "FUCK YEAH!" and that was when I realized he was not wearing anything under his robe. A pale thick flaccid cock just flopped out of Finn's robe in front of me. My jaw dropped as Finn kept jumping and thrusting as he celebrated while carelessly showing off his junk. I couldn't help but stare at it. It looked fluffy because it was so fat and wide, and with his huge knob head his cock just flopped up and down like a sock with a tennis ball in it. I don't know if it was because he's a celebrity, but I had never been so amazed by another dude's penis. He then flopped down onto the couch and sighed in relief. I don't know why but my eyes went straight to his cock, and this time Finn noticed and coolly covered himself. He smirked at me and said, "And by the way I'm naked under this robe."
"yeah I noticed," I laughed trying to play it cool.
"I was so friggin hot after our first shoot so I got naked as soon as I got in, then I got cold because of the AC. Hence, robe."
"hey, you owe me no explanation. I totally get it, sir."
"Andy, enough with the sir stuff, I told you about that," Finn said rolling his eyes.
...
I left Finn's room with my head in a daze, and I didn't know why. I mean it was just a cock, and I had seen so many in locker rooms and in porn... so what's the big deal? Being hung myself I knew how relieving it is to shed your bottoms, especially in Arizona heat. My cock was always smooshed and sweaty in my black jeans. I couldn't help but to constantly notice the humidity emanating from my crotch as it rubbed up against my pants, thigh, and sometimes even my taint. Honestly, it kind of felt good every now and then, but nothing beats letting your dong swing freely, so with Finn's long fat sausage it made a lot of sense. I decided to just chalk it up to the fact that I had just seen a famous person's cock, and it just so happened to be a very impressive one.
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A few days later I was instructed to make sure Finn was on set by 8 o'clock sharp. I had his coffee and an apple in one hand and a clipboard in the other as I approached his trailer. I knocked, "Mr... uh, Finn! It's me Andy." "Come in!" he shouted from what seemed like far away. This time the door was unlocked, and I entered the trailer to find Finn still in bed. He was face down and propped up on his elbows and looked back at me.
"How much time do we have?"
"A little over an hour, sir," I replied.
To that he didn't answer but got up with the comforter still around his whole body and hobbled to the bathroom. I don't know why I stayed, I could've just put the coffee and the apple on his coffee table and left. I just stood there and watched as he stared at himself in the bathroom mirror. From where I was standing, he couldn't see me, but I could see him completely. He let go of the comforter and when it opened up, I almost dropped the coffee. His fucking cock was sticking straight out through the leg of his plaid boxer shorts. I had been in his situation many times before, waking up with a huge raging boner that my underwear just couldn't contain. Finn stood there and just stared at himself, then his woody, and then he grasped the pink head of his massive rod like a doorknob and gave it a twist.
"Hey Andy, you still there?"
I answered quickly and stuttering, "uh.. y-yep"
"Come here for a sec."
At that I began to approach the bathroom door, my whole body shaking. I get to the door and just stop in awe as Finn's dong rested on the bathroom counter. His cock was so hard that it didn't flinch at all, as if he could blow a load at any minute.
"Check out my wood," he giggled with a devilish grin.
"Jesus..."
"I know right, and this is like every morning"
I just stood there and stared. He began to make it jump up and down, causing a thud, thud on the counter. Suddenly, I started to chub up. I thought, What was happening to me? As I watched him twist at his head as I had done so many times before.
"How am I gonna fit this in my pants Andy?" looking me straight in the eyes.
As if in a trance I said, "Are you gonna take care of it?" At that he reached for the cabinet above him and pulled out a giant jar of Vaseline. He used his first and second finger to get a pretty sizable glob and started lubing up his massive cock right in front of me.
"I'm guessing you mean like this, right?"
I was hard as fuck at this point and was in no headspace to question why. I looked down at myself and saw that my cock was creating this sausage shaped bulge pointing to the left of my hip, almost poking out of the pocket. Finn just stood there while making eye contact with me through the mirror, stroking his cock. "Sorry about this Andy, I don't know what else to do...", he said. "D-do you want your coffee?", I said stupidly. He turned around cock in hand, expertly stroking is fat greasy cock, and grabbed the coffee from me. He started chugging the coffee and slowly thrusting his cock into his fist. The coffee poured out the sides of his mouth and down his neck. When he finished he handed back to me
"Fuck, I need to cum Andy, you mind?"
"N-no of course not..", I said as I turned to go, my cock oozing precum out of the side of my obviously protruding pocket, Finn goes, "Wait man, you can't go out there like that."
"Sorry, I didn't have time to jerk off this morning," I said trembling.
He took off his boxers and then stood there with both hands to his sides fully exposing his naked body and pink veiny pole as he curled his toes into the carpet.
"Cum right here, right now," he ordered.
Without a word I unzipped my tight pants and let my boner (which had snaked itself through the fly of my boxers) spring free. My cock is kind of shaped like a football in the way that it is thickest in the middle with one big vein going down the middle, and it hooks at the base to the right.
"Here, take some lube," he said as he rushed to the bathroom with his perfectly straight and massive rod leading the way, and got a glob of Vaseline. He returned and took his fingers and smeared it on his palm, then took his cock and squeezed it right at the head so that a fat bead of precum oozed out on top of the Vaseline.
"Pre always makes it more slippery," he whispered as he grabbed my fucking cock head and twisted it a bit. I was trying so hard not to spray Finn with my load. My balls were aching, my head was spinning, and I felt tingles all over.
"Go ahead Andy, stroke it out with me. Jesus look at that thing," he chuckled.
"OK," I mumbled as I gripped my dick hard and nervously slid the lube and pre cum all the way down to my unruly mass of pubic hair. It felt so good to touch myself in the open like I do at home, and I got lost in the pleasure. I expertly twisted and stroked myself, enjoying the ecstasy. I realized my eyes were closed and when I opened them, I realized that Finn was watching me intently, and mimicking my motions.
"Damn dude, your dick is so cool. Maybe I should grow out my bush too, whatdya think?" he asked casually.
"Uh huh...," was all I could utter.
"Fuck, fuck, here I go dude."
"Yeah, me too"
"Try not to moan loud, ok dude?"
"O..k-kay"
Then, like a fountain we both shot our loads into the air, and I could've swarn that our streams of cum crossed paths. Honestly, it was fucking beautiful. We were both out of breath and not making eye contact while our big ol dicks deflated.
"Alright, I'm gonna shower. See you around?"
"Yes, of course sir."
"Andy.."
"Sorry, I meant yeah of course Finn"
"Ha, cool man see ya," and he reached out his cum covered hand to bump his fist, which I obliged.
I tucked my cummy cock back into my boxers, zipped up, and went to work. Every time I saw him throughout the day I would chub up a little.
I thought to myself, `I should probably invest in some tighty whities to conceal my boners'
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