"What a dump," Sean thought to himself upon walking into the hotel, which wasn't exactly the Waldorf but it certainly wasn't a 1-star hole in the wall straight out of a dingy cable drama. As a voice actor for Solar Opposites and Netflix's Jurassic World animated series, as well as the star of ABC's The Goldbergs, actor Sean Giambrone was used to staying in slightly nicer places when travelling to press junkets and, in this case, a convention in Ohio to help promote the new season of Solar Opposites.
"Nicer than I thought it'd be," though Scott Wozniak, a YouTuber whose content was recently scooped up for airing on the recently revived G4 network, was asked to make an appearance at a convention a few hours away from his home. He was expecting at most a decent roadside motel but it's easy to say that going in with lowered expectations didn't hurt.
Scott walked up to the front desk and saw a strangely familiar person talking to the person behind the desk. After a while he recognized him as one of the guests at the convention.
"Hey, Scott Wozniak, checking in."
"Oh, hello, Mr. Wozniak. As I was just explaining to this gentleman next to you, we've regrettably overbooked so we're wondering if you wouldn't mind if we put you in Mr. Giambrone's room."
Accommodations usually were tough to find when a convention was in town, even in a decently-sized city as this. Sean was clearly tired and irritable. The desk clerk, a pudgy middle-aged woman, eventually managed to get him to relent.
After getting the keys to the room, one for each of them, they both made quick stride to their lodging. As Scott was fumbling with his key card, Sean pushed aside and jammed the card into the door and swung it open. After the two made their way in, Sean immediately threw his bag onto the queen-sized bed. "You get the couch," Sean said before realizing the only other furniture in the room was a small round table and a handful of chairs. Upon realizing the obvious, Sean slid across the bed to the nightstand on the other side and grabbed the phone. He was trying to get the management to send up a cot, which Scott figured he'd end up sleeping on.
"Screw this," Scott muttered under his breath as he decided to have a talk with the clerk up front.
"Oh, wait, he just walked up. Okay, Mr. Wozniak, as I was just explaining to your roommate our resources are stretched a little thin-"
The round-faced clerk heavily emphasized 'little'.
"-and unless another room opens up, either here or somewhere else, you two are just going to have to stay put. As for a cot, sadly we don't have anything, but we'll be more than glad to pay for an air mattress, which you'll get to keep."
"Fine."
Scott had a long day tomorrow and now he was going to have to sleep on some cheap air mattress in a room he'd be sharing with some snotty Hollywood brat. But little did he know that just on the other side of the door was something neither he nor Sean would expect, and it all began with Scott dropping onto the bed and then hearing the bathroom door open and a freshly-showered Sean walk out of the steamy bathroom, no towel or clothes on. Scott knew Sean played a nerd on TV, but also knew that unlike real nerds like himself, TV nerds were usually more attractive. And the sight of Sean's lean, toned, naked body showed Scott just how much more attractive.
At 5'9", Sean was lean and noticeably muscular for his build. His shoulders were noticeably broad, his biceps and forearms quite pronounced. He had good-sized pecs that looked firm and dense to the touch. While his few shirtless scenes on TV didn't show it, he had a diamond-shaped patch of curly brown chest hair over his sternum, which led to a treasure trail that divided a torso of very little fat which made what abdominal muscles he had look more pronounced. Much like his arms, his calves and thighs were quite fit and sinewy. Not to mention just as hair. But what really stuck out was a thick, flaccid cock and beefy balls sticking out of a patch of poofy brown pubes. His cock, while still completely soft, was still quite formidable at 5 inches, a noteworthy length for a flaccid penis, and his was also noticeably thick. Scott imagined that when hard it'd be an astounding 8 1/2 inches and a good 6 inches around.
"Fuck you looking at?"
"Nothing. So how's the water? You left me some hot water, at least?"
"Not my problem."
"And I guess since we're hanging brain..."
Scott got up and after taking off his shoes and socks pulled his shirt over his head to reveal a pasty, thin frame. He wasn't skeletal by any means, but he wasn't in any way toned. Soft, but not too soft. No body hair, save for his arms and legs, which were now exposed with a drop of his pants. He had beefy-looking calves, big but not muscular. Just like his biceps. Then he dropped his boxer briefs, giving Sean a look of what Scott was packing. Emerging from a dark, straight-haired bush was a soft, lengthy yet lean cock with a helmet head and a pair of plump balls, unlike the bullet-headed prick of his roommate. A few inches longer than Sean's but not as much girth.
Scott walked over to the shower and turned on the water. He fiddled with the knobs to get the water just right. He ran a bar of soap across his soft torso and between his armpits. He tried to get the thought of Sean out of his head, but it would appear that Scott was focusing on getting thoughts of Sean out of the wrong head. It didn't help matters that Scott was now scrubbing his crotch, as if guided by a mysterious force, because now he was at full mast. A good 10 1/2 inches out and 5 inches around pointed from his loins. Suddenly it's like he could hear Sean whisper in his ear.
"Saw something you liked?"
Scott quickly turned his head and saw he was in the shower by himself. Just him and his hand on his handle, slowly pumping away. He tried to steer his thoughts away from Sean, but to no avail.
His girlfriend.
Sean's ripped torso.
The ladies of Xtreme Beach Vollyball.
The quick glance of Sean's round, firm butt.
Piss-poor photoshops of his favorite actresses.
The sudden thought of Sean, pud in hand, tearing open the shower curtain.
Sean stepping into the shower.
Sean pressing his hard, beefy cock against Scott's stiff, veiny prick.
Their right hands and cocks working together.
Sean's left hand clutching Scott's soft, plump ass.
Scott's left hand palming Sean's round, muscular butt cheek.
Their chests pressed together.
Sean's tongue parting Scott's lips and slipping past his teeth.
It was just his imagination running away with him but the thought of him and Sean caused him to jerk and pump harder and faster. Scott tried to hold back his moans of ecstasy as he bit his lower lip and let loose a series of shots of hot spunk the likes of which Scott has never let loose before. He hasn't busted a nut in a while. He was just very backed up. TV's own Sean Giambrone's naked body was the first sexual image he's seen in a while. He tried to rationalize it as he grabbed the detachable shower head, set it on the hardest setting he could and tried to hose the dense globs of jism off the tiles. He then scrambled to turn off the shower, put the shower head back up, towel off and hope Sean's none the wiser. Though he must have been in the shower for a while. He grabbed his glasses and as he slid them onto his face, he walked in on Sean. He was still naked, sprawled on the bed. And Scott showed up just in time to see Sean blow his load all over his chest, with his right hand clutching his still-cumming cock. And his left hand holding Scott's underwear to his nose.
"What the fuck?!"
"Nicer than I thought it'd be," though Scott Wozniak, a YouTuber whose content was recently scooped up for airing on the recently revived G4 network, was asked to make an appearance at a convention a few hours away from his home. He was expecting at most a decent roadside motel but it's easy to say that going in with lowered expectations didn't hurt.
Scott walked up to the front desk and saw a strangely familiar person talking to the person behind the desk. After a while he recognized him as one of the guests at the convention.
"Hey, Scott Wozniak, checking in."
"Oh, hello, Mr. Wozniak. As I was just explaining to this gentleman next to you, we've regrettably overbooked so we're wondering if you wouldn't mind if we put you in Mr. Giambrone's room."
Accommodations usually were tough to find when a convention was in town, even in a decently-sized city as this. Sean was clearly tired and irritable. The desk clerk, a pudgy middle-aged woman, eventually managed to get him to relent.
After getting the keys to the room, one for each of them, they both made quick stride to their lodging. As Scott was fumbling with his key card, Sean pushed aside and jammed the card into the door and swung it open. After the two made their way in, Sean immediately threw his bag onto the queen-sized bed. "You get the couch," Sean said before realizing the only other furniture in the room was a small round table and a handful of chairs. Upon realizing the obvious, Sean slid across the bed to the nightstand on the other side and grabbed the phone. He was trying to get the management to send up a cot, which Scott figured he'd end up sleeping on.
"Screw this," Scott muttered under his breath as he decided to have a talk with the clerk up front.
"Oh, wait, he just walked up. Okay, Mr. Wozniak, as I was just explaining to your roommate our resources are stretched a little thin-"
The round-faced clerk heavily emphasized 'little'.
"-and unless another room opens up, either here or somewhere else, you two are just going to have to stay put. As for a cot, sadly we don't have anything, but we'll be more than glad to pay for an air mattress, which you'll get to keep."
"Fine."
Scott had a long day tomorrow and now he was going to have to sleep on some cheap air mattress in a room he'd be sharing with some snotty Hollywood brat. But little did he know that just on the other side of the door was something neither he nor Sean would expect, and it all began with Scott dropping onto the bed and then hearing the bathroom door open and a freshly-showered Sean walk out of the steamy bathroom, no towel or clothes on. Scott knew Sean played a nerd on TV, but also knew that unlike real nerds like himself, TV nerds were usually more attractive. And the sight of Sean's lean, toned, naked body showed Scott just how much more attractive.
At 5'9", Sean was lean and noticeably muscular for his build. His shoulders were noticeably broad, his biceps and forearms quite pronounced. He had good-sized pecs that looked firm and dense to the touch. While his few shirtless scenes on TV didn't show it, he had a diamond-shaped patch of curly brown chest hair over his sternum, which led to a treasure trail that divided a torso of very little fat which made what abdominal muscles he had look more pronounced. Much like his arms, his calves and thighs were quite fit and sinewy. Not to mention just as hair. But what really stuck out was a thick, flaccid cock and beefy balls sticking out of a patch of poofy brown pubes. His cock, while still completely soft, was still quite formidable at 5 inches, a noteworthy length for a flaccid penis, and his was also noticeably thick. Scott imagined that when hard it'd be an astounding 8 1/2 inches and a good 6 inches around.
"Fuck you looking at?"
"Nothing. So how's the water? You left me some hot water, at least?"
"Not my problem."
"And I guess since we're hanging brain..."
Scott got up and after taking off his shoes and socks pulled his shirt over his head to reveal a pasty, thin frame. He wasn't skeletal by any means, but he wasn't in any way toned. Soft, but not too soft. No body hair, save for his arms and legs, which were now exposed with a drop of his pants. He had beefy-looking calves, big but not muscular. Just like his biceps. Then he dropped his boxer briefs, giving Sean a look of what Scott was packing. Emerging from a dark, straight-haired bush was a soft, lengthy yet lean cock with a helmet head and a pair of plump balls, unlike the bullet-headed prick of his roommate. A few inches longer than Sean's but not as much girth.
Scott walked over to the shower and turned on the water. He fiddled with the knobs to get the water just right. He ran a bar of soap across his soft torso and between his armpits. He tried to get the thought of Sean out of his head, but it would appear that Scott was focusing on getting thoughts of Sean out of the wrong head. It didn't help matters that Scott was now scrubbing his crotch, as if guided by a mysterious force, because now he was at full mast. A good 10 1/2 inches out and 5 inches around pointed from his loins. Suddenly it's like he could hear Sean whisper in his ear.
"Saw something you liked?"
Scott quickly turned his head and saw he was in the shower by himself. Just him and his hand on his handle, slowly pumping away. He tried to steer his thoughts away from Sean, but to no avail.
His girlfriend.
Sean's ripped torso.
The ladies of Xtreme Beach Vollyball.
The quick glance of Sean's round, firm butt.
Piss-poor photoshops of his favorite actresses.
The sudden thought of Sean, pud in hand, tearing open the shower curtain.
Sean stepping into the shower.
Sean pressing his hard, beefy cock against Scott's stiff, veiny prick.
Their right hands and cocks working together.
Sean's left hand clutching Scott's soft, plump ass.
Scott's left hand palming Sean's round, muscular butt cheek.
Their chests pressed together.
Sean's tongue parting Scott's lips and slipping past his teeth.
It was just his imagination running away with him but the thought of him and Sean caused him to jerk and pump harder and faster. Scott tried to hold back his moans of ecstasy as he bit his lower lip and let loose a series of shots of hot spunk the likes of which Scott has never let loose before. He hasn't busted a nut in a while. He was just very backed up. TV's own Sean Giambrone's naked body was the first sexual image he's seen in a while. He tried to rationalize it as he grabbed the detachable shower head, set it on the hardest setting he could and tried to hose the dense globs of jism off the tiles. He then scrambled to turn off the shower, put the shower head back up, towel off and hope Sean's none the wiser. Though he must have been in the shower for a while. He grabbed his glasses and as he slid them onto his face, he walked in on Sean. He was still naked, sprawled on the bed. And Scott showed up just in time to see Sean blow his load all over his chest, with his right hand clutching his still-cumming cock. And his left hand holding Scott's underwear to his nose.
"What the fuck?!"