Disclaimer: This story is a work of gay fiction. It is not meant to make any implications or accusations about the real people depicted. It is purely fantasy. I don't know the people portrayed in the story and I don't claim to know them. This is fan fiction.
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Chapter 1
Chris Hemsworth sat back in his recliner in his trailer. Another long day of filming the latest Avengers project had ended, and he had hurried back here to get to what he had been waiting all week for. He sat, dressed only in a thin bath towel, legs stretched wide apart, and observed his own reflection in the floor-to-ceiling mirror ten feet away. His body glistening with droplets of water. He hadn't showered today, it was the sweat from the long day of stunt work. He knew his incoming guest preferred him sweaty, and he liked giving him exactly what he wanted.
He stared at his vascular biceps, eyed his hairy chest, the sweat clinging to the fur that ran down his stomach, and ending at a patch of his thick bush that was peeking out over the loosely hanging towel. The real sight was the obscene fucking bulge that strained through the thin cotton, occasionally twitching and pulsing with the anticipation of the sloppy attention it would soon be enjoying. Chris' own mirror image was intensifying a primal hunger that had been building all week, and he was going to make sure he savored every moment of what he was about to do to his slutty little co-star.
There was a soft knock at the trailer door.
"Come in."
The door opened and Tom Holland entered, closing the door behind him and locking it purposefully. He turned around to face Chris and gasped. The sight of him there, in nothing but a towel that was barely holding itself together, his legs splayed far apart, the small beads of sweat sprinkled everywhere that made his intimidating physique practically sparkle...it all hit him at once and instantly Tom felt his tight pink hole twitch and practically drool.
But the cherry on top was the bulge. Tenting Chris' towel was a 9" pole that was fucking aching to be released. Tom swallowed a lump in his throat and stared at it, mouth agape and salivating.
Chris broke the silence. "Did you wear what I told you to wear?", he asked.
Tom nodded, staring dazedly at the god sitting in front of him. His thoughts were a mixture of anticipation, desperation, and fear. He knew what Chris wanted of him, and Tom, seeing the size of the meat that was eager to abuse him, was beginning to think he wasn't fully prepared for the punishment it would inflict on him.
"Good. Show me.", Chris commanded.
His deep, authoritative voice broke Tom out of his hypnosis. Tom removed his shirt first while Chris kicked back and supervised. His thin yet athletic chest, arms and abs sent another hungry pang through Chris' already impatient dick. Tom reached down and hooked his thumbs into his sweat pants, sliding them down and then tugging them over his sneakers, which he then kicked off of each foot and nudged them aside.
Chris smirked as he eyed his prey. This baby-faced jock boy stood before him wearing nothing but a tight pair of thin tighty whities. Tom had his own bulge fighting the strain of the thin fabric, but Chris wasn't concerned with that.
"Show me the other side.", he said in a deep, lusty rasp.
Tom turned around and Chris almost emptied his full nuts on the spot. This is why he wanted him. At the base of Tom's naturally arched back, firmly cupped by the tight briefs, were the two perfectly round, peachy, phat globes of Tom's bubble butt that jiggled and bounced with the slightest movement. Chris had never seen a butt so fucking perfect. The kind you can grab big handfuls of that never seem to stop juggling and clapping.
Even though his ass was still covered by the briefs, the size of it stretched the thin fabric and made the briefs even more sheer. Chris also saw that Tom, as Chris had ordered, had made a small hole in the fabric right around the middle of his crack, where his tight pink slit was hiding just out of view.
Chris' face was flushed with heat. He was gonna do things to this boy that would make him moan, whine, squeal, cry for help, and then beg for more.
"Turn back around." He ordered.
Tom spun to face him, and Chris grabbed the towel and slowly pulled it aside. First his bush came into view, and Tom stared as the towel ran the length of the thick, veiny, rock hard cock until it passed over the tip and off, causing the entire 9 throbbing inches to spring back and point straight up, its hardness keeping it perfectly still, except for the occasional twitch of excitement.
Tom stared at it hungrily, waiting for his orders. His mouth was producing more saliva than he knew what to do with. Swallowing what he could until he had some better use for it. Chris said something, but Tom was too lost in the fog to really make it out. He hoped it was the command he'd been waiting for, and decided to just move in.
He knelt in front of the man, between Chris' knees that were stretched far apart, and was determined to make Chris' head spin. He gently pressed his nose into the large furry nuts that hung low and full under the monster cock. Taking deep whiffs of the sweaty musk that was radiating pure heat. Chris watched as Tom's nose gently slid up the shaft of his meat, his lips following along and tickling his pulsing unit, making his eyes roll a bit and his cock bounce again, looking for more. Tom then moved back to the base, using his soft warm tongue to slowly swipe against the entire length.
"Oh, fuck."
Then he did it again. A long, slow, wet lick. Leaving a shiny coating of saliva behind. Then again. From the base of Chris' nuts, his tongue moved up the entire length and flicked off from the tip. Then the other side. Then again. And again. Loooong, slow swipes of his dripping wet tongue tracing the entire length, from balls to tip. Over and over.
Chris couldn't even see straight. This controlled, slow teasing was driving him insane. His eyes were fully rolled back, he was just continuously groaning, and his cock was leaking so much precum that was flowing down his cock, mixing with Tom's saliva, keeping his cock drenched and slick.
"Quit teasing me boy, get to work", said Chris. He looked down just as Tom parted his lips to the fat mushroom tip and slid them over his cock, his upper lip keeping a tight grip on the top as the underside slid slowly along the velvety tongue. Chris was expecting it to be slow going at first, allowing Tom to get used to the girth and length of the monster Chris was packing. He couldn't have been more wrong.
Tom, in one sure and steady movement, slid down the entire 9 inches of fat raw cock and didn't stop until his nose was buried deep in Chris' sweaty bush. Chris let out an involuntary growl, one hand gripping the arm of the recliner, and the other grabbing the back of Tom's skull. He twisted his fingers into Tom's mop of hair and gripped tight, holding Tom's head firmly in place while the ridges of his throat contracted and gripped his cock, squeezing and massaging it like a Fleshjack.
"This changes things", thought Chris. It seemed as though Tom was more of a pro than he anticipated, which meant Chris wouldn't have to wait as long to stop being gentle.
Lost in new thoughts of what he was about to do to the boy, he suddenly realized the massage his cock was receiving was from Tom attempting to breathe around his monster meat. He kept his head in place and let him panic for a couple more seconds before pulling up on the boys hair slowly, peeling him off his cock's long length until the tip was released with a loud, wet pop.
Tom drew in a loud gasp for air, eyes dazed and glassy, and thick strands of drool running down his chin and hanging low. He sat, taking deep breaths, not taking his eyes off the fat, wet cock in front of him.
Chris didn't bother asking if he needed time to recover, he reached out, twisted a fistful of hair into his grasp, and pulled the boys face back down, lining up his pole perfectly with the open mouth and driving it in to the hilt. Now he knew what Tom could do, it was time to take what he wanted from him. One hand still gripping the top of his head, the other wrapped around the back of his neck, Chris took what belonged to him now.
He began fucking Tom's throat like the Fleshlight it was. He made long, deep, steady strokes. Tom's nose would hit Chris' bush forcefully, and then immediately he'd be pulled back up the entire length. And just before his lips were about to pop back off the head, he'd feel himself thrusted back down to the base. Over and over. And over. And over. Tom was not in control of his movements. Chris was deciding when and how he moved.
And he fucking loved it. His eyes were bulging and watering, he was losing air, half-conscious, his throat was being assaulted and punished. But all that was being overshadowed by a feeling he was getting in his hole. It was warm, it was tingling, it was desperate. Even though the savage attack on his throat was rough and painful, he was so distracted by the feeling in his ass he was grateful for it.
Chris looked up at their reflection in the mirror. He saw the back of Tom, on all fours, his back arched with his briefs up in the air, the hole in the fabric just barely concealing the prize hidden behind it. He wanted it bad. If Tom's throat could handle an assault like this, imagine what the pink little jockpussy could handle.
He released Tom's head and let him work at his own pace for a bit. He kept staring hungrily at the reflection of Tom's bubble butt bouncing and jiggling while Tom used both his throat and a wet fist to work together milking his huge cock, while Tom's other hand massaged and tickled Chris' nuts, the sensation of all three at once was sending Chris into a feral state of lust.
Chris' toes were curling and his nuts were spasming. He couldn't handle much more of this. He needed to switch it up.
"Get up," he ordered. Tom obeyed.
"I want you to walk back to the bedroom. Get on all fours on the edge of the bed, arch that back and get that jockbubble uo in tbe air." He gave Tom a smack on one of his big cheeks as he turned around and went off to do as he was told.