DISCLAIMER: This story is purely fictional and doesn't infer anything about the sexuality of Tom Welling or any other parties involved. You must be over 18 or convince someone successfully that you are. If you have any comments, questions or suggestions, please email me at alana_montgomery@email.com
The Man Who Loved Tom Welling Chapter II By Alana Montgomery
We arrived at the Hunter Hotel a few minutes later. We entered through the loading dock so we wouldn't be noticed. We took a service elevator up to Tom's floor. My heart was pounding like an out of tune drum and butterflies were fluttering around inside my stomach. I guess Tom noticed this because he wrapped his arms around me and held me close. We got off on the seventh floor and walked down a narrow hallway to room 725. He slipped his room card into the lock and we entered. I was rather shocked at what I saw on the inside. I would expect a star like him to have a bigger suite, but it was basically a standard junior suite.
"I guess the studio doesn't think too highly of you", I said.
"What do you mean", he asked with a puzzled look on his face.
"The room is kinda small", I said.
"Well, I chose to take a smaller room so that the rest of the cast and crew could have better rooms. They were going to put me in the Oil Baron Suite and put the crew in a Days Inn. I took a smaller room because I didn't think it was fair. They work just as hard as I do", he said.
"Screw Mother Theresa, you should be next in line to be cannonized by the Vatican", I said with a half smile on my face.
"Shut the fuck up and kiss me", he said.
"Oh no, what would Jonathan and Martha think of Little Clark's dirty mouth", I said with a slight laugh in my voice.
"Soon you will see that he's not so little", Tom whispered in my ear.
"I just hope your not faster than a speeding bullet", I retorted in his.
"You better pray that you will be able to walk in the morning" he said with that special sparkle in his eye.
"Boy, someone thinks highly of himself", I responded.
"Are you going to kiss me anytime soon", he asked in a mockingly frustrated tone. I took that as my cue. I playfully jumped on him and that caused us both to fall on the bed. I was on top of him looking down into his beautiful eyes.
He moved a strand of hair from my face and said, "You really are beautiful". This really melted me on the inside. This is the first time I have ever been with anyone so sweet and so honest. I leaned down and kissed him passionately on his plump full lips. He opened his mouth the let my tongue in and we kissed like this for a good 5 minutes.
Then I scooted down to wear my head was parallell to his denim clad erection. I unbotton and unzipped his pants. He was wearing blue Abercrombie and Fitch boxer briefs.
"I guess some of us take more than staplers from our former jobs", I said with a chuckle. I slid his underwear and his jeans completely off. His member was about 9" long and pretty thick and cut.
"I now take back all my 'little' comments", I said.
"Now show me yours", he said. He pulled off his shirt as I removed all my clothes.
"You're a pretty big boy your self", he said while admiring my 8 1/2 incher. I laid down on the bed next to him. He crawled on top of me and lined his dick up with mine. As he started kissing me, he was trusting his dick against mine. I soon started thrusting to meet his. I haven't done anything like this since high school, but I never remembered it being so hot and so passionate. He then started nibbling on my right earlobe, which this drove me wild. About an hour later I felt him spasm against me and that caused me to go over the edge. We made out for a while afterwards. A little while later we fell asleep in eachother's arms facing one another.
This is the end of Chapter II. I really hope you like this story and that you stay tuned for the next installment(s). Comments and suggestions are greatly appreciated and you can send those to alana_montgomery@email.com