Tom Holland’s naked smooth muscular body waited impatiently on the bed on his hands and knees. His princely curls flopped over his cute pouty face. He looked over his back, arched in perfect lordosis so his firm little glutes popped, pleading brown puppy dog eyes willing the hotel bathroom door to open. The sound of the shower running was driving him wild. Water intermittently splashing told the rock hard lad that his roommate must be really washing himself thoroughly.
Tom almost yelped at the thought. Suppressing squeals into little horny whimpers. Henry Cavill. In HIS shower. Tom’s head rolled as he bounced in place, refusing to break his pose, at the thought of wet suds pooling in Henry’s manly chest hair as those massive hands rubbed the soap across that hefty marble chest. Henry’s handsome face beneath the hot water while his entire 6’1” muscular physique dripped with rolling water beads. “Henry’s super cock must be trickling a heavy river,” Tom thought of streams of running water sliding down every inch and vein of that wagging British cock.
He thought of what it would be like to shower with Henry. His cock hard as he daydreamed about it while he waited. Imagining the man in the other room while his smooth buns wiggled with anticipation. Wishing he could run his fingers down wet soapy muscles. Nurse on wet nipples, explore every ab... Kiss him beneath the warm water, be wrapped in those big strong arms. At only 5'7," the older, handsome man could scoop him off his feet if he want-
Finally, the water stopped. Tom did yelp this time and stiffened into place, a naughty smile lit up his face. He looked back but remembered his orders and immediately looked forward again. His head pounded with curious anticipation while his hole throbbed, exposed to the hotel air and proudly on display.
Wet footsteps and a deep, rolling British chuckle echoed the silent room. No words at first, but as he felt the massive man approach, a large hard palmed his entire right cheek. Another proud chuckle as a gym-calloused thumb rubbed his puckering pink hole.
“Delicious. Good boy, Tom. My my you look extra perfect when you’re obedient.” Henry smacked both cheeks and leaned forward just enough to press his cotton-clad cock on the naked hole before him.
Tom’s muscular back looked irresistible from behind, the boy’s muscles flexed into place as his bouncy round butt wiggled with frustrated anticipation. The boy had waited so long for this. He really was a good boy, Henry thought. He admired the view as he felt Tom push back ever so rebelliously to try to knock off Henry’s towel.
Henry grinned wickedly. The slut! The naughty naughty little lad! He waited to see if he would do it again, ignoring the disobedience while he rambled to his fellow superhero actor about how beautiful and fuckable he looked. “You really were built for this. You love it so much. You’re a natural.” Describing in infuriating detail how delicious a boy like Tom was to a man like himself.
Finally the lad could stand it no more and his famous little ass pushed and rolled back against the hard cock still trapped behind the soft fluffy towel. The cotton-cock slid up Tom’s crack, clenched between muscular buns. Tom instinctively clenched his cheeks and rolled his hips to rip the towel to the floor.
Henry gasped in pleasant delight as the lad fiendishly rolled his hips back again, his hole seeking the throbbing naked cockhead. Tom’s hips thrust backwards, his buns darting around after the wagging erection he had been promised. He looked over his shoulder, trying to find it, (another disobedience) and suddenly the sight of the naked and steamy Henry Cavill threw him into a lustful fervor.
His pouting grew desperate and aggressive, chasing that cock and sliding it between his buns like he was possessed. Henry, uproariously laughing, grabbed the tiny waist and clamped each cheek in his big hands and took control.
Henry Cavill manhandled Tom Holland right onto his cock. Pulling his chaotic hungry pussy right to his cockhead and slid right in.
Tom let out a loud joyful squeal that pierced the room as Henry bellowed with a guttural surprise. Tom’s pussy clamped down at the very base of Henry’s thick, throbbing, 9” cock. The hole cock pushed into his buns like butter. Tom Holland’s velvety pussy slurped down Henry Cavill’s huge cock, hole muscles gobbling up every inch while he memorized every vein as it pressed into him in an instant.
Clamped like a vice, Tom arched back as Henry wrapped an enormous muscular arm around the lad and pulled his smooth slender back against his barrelling hairy chest. Tom’s cock was gushing pre-cum as he was airlessly lifted and loaded. Henry’s primal instincts had kicked in immediately.
Their flirtatious foreplay had started so gentle, the boy playing innocent while doing everything he could to put himself in compromising positions in scantily clad outfits. Even the pre-shower blowjob, there had been a sweetness of romance to their sexual introduction. But this was feral.
Henry pounded and thumped Tom into the bed doggy style. His cock breaking through Tom’s pussy walls and stroking itself with a rhythm that had the lad so overwhelmed he could only be helplessly fucked. Henry, the older, hunkier, hairier, superheroic man fucked Tom Holland doggy style nonstop until he busted a massive load into the smooth ballet-trained spider-boy’s grateful pussy. He pulled Tom’s hair back forcing the lad to shoot everywhere, cock untouched, nimble body locked into place by Henry’s vicegrip hands on his waist and hair. The minute the man shot inside him the lad did too.
They collapsed onto the bed and Henry pulled the lad onto his chest, they were so fired up. Tom finally drank in every inch of the big hunky man he draped himself over. Henry cupped the beautiful lad’s chin and thumbed his cheek as he gushed about how incredible he was.
Tom wasn’t done yet though. He climbed on top of his man and slid the still hard, still throbbing cock up his crack. He wanted more. And he would get more.
Henry protested at first, he had just cum. And cum a lot. But Tom wouldn’t let him refuse. Telling him how handsome and strong he was. The more Tom Holland pleaded and praised his herculean co-star the harder the cock in his slender fingers got.
Soon, he was bouncing in Henry’s lap having the time of his life. Their playful sex rituals continued into the morning. Wake up blowjobs, breakfast blowjobs under the coffee table. Once he had a taste of Cavill, Holland couldn’t get enough. Lucky for him, Henry never ran out.
Tom almost yelped at the thought. Suppressing squeals into little horny whimpers. Henry Cavill. In HIS shower. Tom’s head rolled as he bounced in place, refusing to break his pose, at the thought of wet suds pooling in Henry’s manly chest hair as those massive hands rubbed the soap across that hefty marble chest. Henry’s handsome face beneath the hot water while his entire 6’1” muscular physique dripped with rolling water beads. “Henry’s super cock must be trickling a heavy river,” Tom thought of streams of running water sliding down every inch and vein of that wagging British cock.
He thought of what it would be like to shower with Henry. His cock hard as he daydreamed about it while he waited. Imagining the man in the other room while his smooth buns wiggled with anticipation. Wishing he could run his fingers down wet soapy muscles. Nurse on wet nipples, explore every ab... Kiss him beneath the warm water, be wrapped in those big strong arms. At only 5'7," the older, handsome man could scoop him off his feet if he want-
Finally, the water stopped. Tom did yelp this time and stiffened into place, a naughty smile lit up his face. He looked back but remembered his orders and immediately looked forward again. His head pounded with curious anticipation while his hole throbbed, exposed to the hotel air and proudly on display.
Wet footsteps and a deep, rolling British chuckle echoed the silent room. No words at first, but as he felt the massive man approach, a large hard palmed his entire right cheek. Another proud chuckle as a gym-calloused thumb rubbed his puckering pink hole.
“Delicious. Good boy, Tom. My my you look extra perfect when you’re obedient.” Henry smacked both cheeks and leaned forward just enough to press his cotton-clad cock on the naked hole before him.
Tom’s muscular back looked irresistible from behind, the boy’s muscles flexed into place as his bouncy round butt wiggled with frustrated anticipation. The boy had waited so long for this. He really was a good boy, Henry thought. He admired the view as he felt Tom push back ever so rebelliously to try to knock off Henry’s towel.
Henry grinned wickedly. The slut! The naughty naughty little lad! He waited to see if he would do it again, ignoring the disobedience while he rambled to his fellow superhero actor about how beautiful and fuckable he looked. “You really were built for this. You love it so much. You’re a natural.” Describing in infuriating detail how delicious a boy like Tom was to a man like himself.
Finally the lad could stand it no more and his famous little ass pushed and rolled back against the hard cock still trapped behind the soft fluffy towel. The cotton-cock slid up Tom’s crack, clenched between muscular buns. Tom instinctively clenched his cheeks and rolled his hips to rip the towel to the floor.
Henry gasped in pleasant delight as the lad fiendishly rolled his hips back again, his hole seeking the throbbing naked cockhead. Tom’s hips thrust backwards, his buns darting around after the wagging erection he had been promised. He looked over his shoulder, trying to find it, (another disobedience) and suddenly the sight of the naked and steamy Henry Cavill threw him into a lustful fervor.
His pouting grew desperate and aggressive, chasing that cock and sliding it between his buns like he was possessed. Henry, uproariously laughing, grabbed the tiny waist and clamped each cheek in his big hands and took control.
Henry Cavill manhandled Tom Holland right onto his cock. Pulling his chaotic hungry pussy right to his cockhead and slid right in.
Tom let out a loud joyful squeal that pierced the room as Henry bellowed with a guttural surprise. Tom’s pussy clamped down at the very base of Henry’s thick, throbbing, 9” cock. The hole cock pushed into his buns like butter. Tom Holland’s velvety pussy slurped down Henry Cavill’s huge cock, hole muscles gobbling up every inch while he memorized every vein as it pressed into him in an instant.
Clamped like a vice, Tom arched back as Henry wrapped an enormous muscular arm around the lad and pulled his smooth slender back against his barrelling hairy chest. Tom’s cock was gushing pre-cum as he was airlessly lifted and loaded. Henry’s primal instincts had kicked in immediately.
Their flirtatious foreplay had started so gentle, the boy playing innocent while doing everything he could to put himself in compromising positions in scantily clad outfits. Even the pre-shower blowjob, there had been a sweetness of romance to their sexual introduction. But this was feral.
Henry pounded and thumped Tom into the bed doggy style. His cock breaking through Tom’s pussy walls and stroking itself with a rhythm that had the lad so overwhelmed he could only be helplessly fucked. Henry, the older, hunkier, hairier, superheroic man fucked Tom Holland doggy style nonstop until he busted a massive load into the smooth ballet-trained spider-boy’s grateful pussy. He pulled Tom’s hair back forcing the lad to shoot everywhere, cock untouched, nimble body locked into place by Henry’s vicegrip hands on his waist and hair. The minute the man shot inside him the lad did too.
They collapsed onto the bed and Henry pulled the lad onto his chest, they were so fired up. Tom finally drank in every inch of the big hunky man he draped himself over. Henry cupped the beautiful lad’s chin and thumbed his cheek as he gushed about how incredible he was.
Tom wasn’t done yet though. He climbed on top of his man and slid the still hard, still throbbing cock up his crack. He wanted more. And he would get more.
Henry protested at first, he had just cum. And cum a lot. But Tom wouldn’t let him refuse. Telling him how handsome and strong he was. The more Tom Holland pleaded and praised his herculean co-star the harder the cock in his slender fingers got.
Soon, he was bouncing in Henry’s lap having the time of his life. Their playful sex rituals continued into the morning. Wake up blowjobs, breakfast blowjobs under the coffee table. Once he had a taste of Cavill, Holland couldn’t get enough. Lucky for him, Henry never ran out.
