Tom Holland, Hollywood's rising new young star, had started to work as a model since the launching of Spiderman and its enormous success.
Since then, various agencies and companies have started to look for him as their new poster boy in an attempt to connect their elitist capitalistic projects with the new generations.
It paid very well, which was very good, and Tom was allowed to keep all the clothes and shoes he used for the campaigns, which was also good. So he didn't care after all. But the best thing for Tom was that he had the opportunity to meet a lot of new people, make contacts, arrange dates... and, of course, having a lot of sex with strangers.
But Tom was very careful to hide his true intentions behind his interest in working on the campaigns for these luxurious fashion companies. He always hid his personality of a dom fuckboy behind a mask of shyness and kindness, the good boy, the golden kid.
Whatever.
As long as he got what he wanted, and he always did, it was just fine for him.
His career as actor and model was all arranged by his best friend, personal secretary, and cumdump, Harrison Osterfield, the man whom he sharedthe badevery night.
Secretly, of course.
Tom and Harry have been best friends since childhood. They knew each other for their entire lifes. In time, they grew, went through adolescence, and survived the waves of heat and hormones that their bodies caused them. In time, they also grew more intimate to each other as well.
Tom didn't like labels such as gay, bi, or even straight.
He was very, very hot, and he knew it very, verywell. He was astonishinglyhandsome, and he also knew it. He had grown strong and muscular, and his daily gym workouts were working pretty well. He developed the body of an Adonis and had the face of Apollo, the perfect image of a Greek God.
So, for him, sexuality was pretty well simple: if he got hard, it's because he wanted to fuck.
That was it.
Simple as that.
He didn't care if the partner of the night was a man, a woman, a trans, or whatever. If they were hot enough to make him hard, then that was it.
He never struggled much to get sex anyway. Since he became a world celebrity, the number of people who would pay him large amounts of money for a mere nude was increasingly high. To have the opportunity of being fucked by the pretty boy himself, well, they would kill for it.
But Tom wasn't a prostitute or something likethat, he would fuck for free anyway, as long as it all was kept in secret, and didn't interfere with his triple careers of actor, model, and fuckboy.
Tom Holland and Harrison Osterfield kept their open relationship in total secrecy.
They knew that nobody could know what they did in their beds, and in Tom's dressing room, and in Harrison's house, and in Tom's kitchen, and in the bathroom, and many other places as well.
It all started with Tom getting hard while they were watching a movie. Then Harry started to touchTom'sbody. Then they praised each other's bodies and the hard work they put in to build them. Then they finally kissed, a passionate, slow kiss. Then Harry got hard, and they started to masturbate each other. Then, in the end, they came over each other's abs.
It was all pretty hot and sexy for both of them. So they made this agreement: they would continue to give pleasure to each other, but in absolute secrecy. They weren't official boyfriends, nor did they care for anything like that. They wanted pleasure. But as time passed, both Tom and Harry got busy with their own works. They also started to travel and sometimes couldn't be together for long.
So their agreement evolved into something else: when they were together, they would be only with each other, but when they were separated, they were both free to give pleasure to themselves as they saw fit.
That included: masturbating (which Harry enjoyed more than Tom); prostitutes (which Tom enjoyed more than Harry); dating with strangers (which both enjoyed); or even sex toys (which none enjoyed).
As that long and boring day started slowly as a turtle, Tom saw that the pleasure of the day would be self-giving. That is, he would have to masturbate alone, in the loneliness of his bathroom, then again in the studio's camarim, then perhaps again back in home.
He had a photo shoot to make that day for GQ Style Fall/Winter Cover. It would be another tedious day that he already knew very well.
He arrived soon at the studio's office and went to his private dressing room to read alone while listening to a good song, as he loved to do. He sat comfortably at a leather couch, put his phones on, and opened "The Picture of Dorian Gray" by Oscar Wild...
But it didn't last long until he was interrupted. The studio's assistant knocked on the door and entered, bringing a wardrobe with Tom's clothes.
- Good morning, Mr. Holland - said him shyly.
- Good morning - answered Tom, distracted by his lecture.
- I just brought the clothes you will be wearing for the campaign, sir. I...
- Alright, thank you - said Tom, rapidly, didn't paying much attention to the assistant.
- Oh, surely... - the assistant said, leaving, until Tom finally looked at him and called him back.
- Hey, you! I remember you...
Tom met that boy not a long time ago, in another campaign he made. He worked as an assistant for another studio.
- What are you doing here? Didn't you work on that other agency?
- I did, sir, but I was fired not long after we met.
- Oh, right.
Tom understood perfectly what the assistant meant.
Tom got interested by the boy, not much older than him. Skinny, shy, handsome, he was the perfect twink.
Tom started to talk to him, got his contact (for future private business), arranged a date with the boy, and then fucked himharder than that boy was ever fucked in his little life.
Tom got up from the couch and started to walk slowly into the assistants direction.
- I-I already finished my job, s-sir, can I go?
- But are you leaving so soon? - Tom said, with that smirky smile in his face the assistant saw before - We've just met again... aren't you happy to see me again?
- O-Of course I a-am, sir, it's just t-that I...
- Shhh...
Tom put his left hand at the assistants mouth and even came closer to him until he made the boy feel his wooden perfume, a movement that made him tremble the right leg.
- So, are you still single? - he asked, almost whispering, with a deep voice.
- Y-yeah, I-I am, but...
- Great, great... so, that means your services are still available?
- S-services, Tom?
- Your sexservices. Let me be more clear - he laughed a little - I want to fuck someone today, are you available for the task?
- P-please, Tom... I got fired last time, I can't afford the risk of losing yet another job, I need...
- Hey, hey, calm down, little boy, I had nothing to do with you being fired. Didn't I satisfy you that time?
He did.
- Y-yes, y-you d-did, Tom, b-but I...
- So... - he looked at him with that cute face and bright eyes - Don't you wanna be satisfied again, pretty boy?
- Please, Tom, I can't...
- Why not? I need you, and you want me. What's wrong with a quickie fuck right now?
- Tom, I...
- C'mon, don't disappoint me, little faggot.
- I can't help you, Tom, excuse me.
Tom sighed.
- I see the faggot is playing hard to get for me.
- I'm not! And stop calling like this...
- What, faggot? Isn't that what you are, a faggot?
- I can't help you every time you want to fuck like a mindless beast, Tom!
Tom frowned, angrily, and stared at me with a penetrating look.
- Then get the hell out of here - he whispered threateningly.
- Please, I'm sorry, Tom, I didn't...
- I SAID GET THE HELL OUT OF HERE, YOU FAGGOT! - he shouted to the assistant, that left quickly, crying.
Tom was alone again. He now was more stressed than before. He wouldn't get sex that day. As he walked to the leather couch again, to go back to his reading, he finally looked at the clothes the assistant brought him.
They were on a wardrobe. Sweaters, pants more appropriate for the elder, but amidst them he saw something that immediately got his attention: a dark blue leather outfit, a suit, pants, and boots.
Tom fell to the leatherspell. He walked into its direction, like a predator walking towards his prey. He grabbed the suit out of the wardrobe, sensed its softness, the sensation, like a secondskin. He then smelled the leather and got drunk.
In an almost primalinstinct, he undressed. He took his sweater off and thrown it away, unzipped his pants and put it down together with his underwear. His big cock bounced out of its cage, already semi-hard, and leaking pre-cum.
Tom put the suit on, shirtless, and felt it fall on him, covering his toned chest and shoulders, enveloping his muscular arms, showing off the six peck abs he workerd so hard to get...
It was too much for him: his cock was now fullyhard in its 26cmglory, standing up in front of him like a sword.
He looked at he mirror, and got enchanted by his vision of heaven, or hell. It's the same thing anyway.
He flexed his biceps in front of the mirror, trapped by the leather suit, yet still visible though it, tearing it. He bounced his pecks, his abs, and his cock throbbed in response.
In yet another primitive almost beastlyinstinct, he put the pants on. I mean, he put his cock inside it. It was a hard task, he was without underwear. It was just skin, rock hard dick and the leather covering it, trapping it into a big bulge in his crotch.
Tom was possessed now.
But now... what the fuck would he do with a throbbing boner in his crotch? If anyone caught him it would be his undoing!
He finally noticed it when the door was knocked, and he entered into despair.
- Tom, it's me, Lucio, I'm gonna do your make-up, can I enter, please?
FUCK!
Lucio was his make-up artist. He was a professional in the area. Well, in the area surely, but not on the bed. He was Tom's first "date", and was the first man ever to touch his body, and suck his cock. They knew each other for a long time, but even then... he was embarrassed.
- Tom? Are you there?
- Yes! - Tom shouted, more desperate than he would like to sound - I'm in Lucio! But I'm dressing, wait a...
- No problem, I'm entering...
He entered. And Tom immediately shouted:
-Fuck!
Lucio quickly found out what was going on. He stared at Tom, looking enchanted by the vision too. TomFUCKINGHolland, dressed in a darkblue leatheroutfit, with a throbbing bulge in his leathercrotch... his unbuttoned leathersuit showing off his abs and pecks.
- Oh-my-fucking-Gosh! - he said, emphasizing each word. - Tom... what is this?
- Lucio, I...
- What are you doing, Tom? You're in the studio's camarim, if anyone sees you like this...
- No! - he replied, and started to panic. - I just saw the outfit and...
- Fuck, man - Lucio laughed at his hard situation, and Tom felt a little bit offended by that other faggot mockery - So the great Tom Holland is a leather freak? I always thought you were a kinky guy, but I would never think that you're into this kind of thing!
- Shut the fuck up, faggot! - Tom shouted, but Lucio knew him very well to be scared - I saw these leathers that that other faggot brought me and decided to dress them. To make my situation worse, I don't fuck for a week now. I'm fucking horny, and stressed, and pissed, and...
- Oh, my God, this is so hot! - Lucio was clearly enjoying Tom's misery a lot, and that offended the little fuckboy even more.
Lucio started to drool a little bit. He was an extremely kinky guy and was a hardcore into leather.
- Listen, Lucio... please, don't tell anybody about this.
- Oh, you bet I won't, darling, don't worry. You know me well to know that I'm a professional. But what are you going to do about... this? - he pointed at Tom's crotch.
- I... I don't know, man, I just got fucking rock hard, it's so hard it's painful already - Tom tried to fix his pants a little to make it more comfortable, but only made his crotch to throbb harder.
- Fuck, Tom, you look as if you were an adolescent in puberty! Control yourself, you're a professional too.
- Yeah, right, like you could control yourself when I was fucking your mouth.
- Oh, c'mon, don't remind me of it, Tom - Lucio placed his arms around Tom's neck -You're the hottest man I've ever met.
- I'm the hottest man you've ever met and you still let me go - he fell to Lucio's flirt, and placed his leather-clad arms around his waist.
- You know I can't stay with one man. And neither do you.
- Yeah, right, so, what are you suggesting, you little fucking faggot?
- Well, we can have a little bit of fun now, can't we?
- So, what are you suggesting? - asked Tom, in a deep voice.
- I want a kiss, Tom.
- A kiss, just that? - he said, laughing a little.
- Yeah, I miss your taste.
- My taste, am I so delicious that you haven't forgotten me?
- Oh, c'mon, shut up and kiss me.
Lucio approached him slowly, and Tom did the same, until their lips finally met. A slow, deep kiss, full of sensuality, a passionate kiss.
Tom ran his hands through Lucio's back, heading towards his butt. Lucio also teased him, running his hands through his chest and squeezed his nipples, eliciting a sensual moan from him, and then proceeded to his six peck abs.
Tom got even harder thanks to Lucio, his bulge throbbed against Lucio's own bulge. But Tom noticed that differently of him, Lucio wasn't excited.
Lucio distanced himself from Tom, and the sensual act was followed by a long silence, with the two men looking at each other, panting.
- Fuck, dude, this is so fucking hot - Lucio said, finally.
- That's all you've got?
- C'mon, you liked it too.
- Whatever.
- Okay, enough. It was nice, but I have work to do.
- Yeah, yeah.
Tom sit down on the chair in front of the mirror, admiring the vision of himself shirtless, with that dark blue leather suit half covering his upper part but still showing off his toned chest and abs. Lucio started to apply Tom's makeup. He was very good, and did a quick work.
- So, are you gonna tell me why you haven't had sex in a week?
- Harry's out. And all faggots in the world seem to have found a boyfriend and decided to be faithful to them.
- You're not one to talk.
- Shut up, Lucio, you know he and I have an agreement.
- So, where's Harry now?
- He's in the USA.
- In the USA?
- Yeah, in New York. I didn't went with him because of this fucking work today.
- Poor baby.
- Fuck off.
Lucio finished the make-up and Tom was ready.
- Well, you look like a Greek god.
- Like usual.
- But... I see you're still hard...
- Yeah, thanks to you. Deal with this shit now!
- How so? Do you think I'm gonna give you a blowjob here or let you rip my pants off and fuck me right here?
- Yes, that's exactly what I think.
- No way. I don't care if you're now thinking with the lower head and the Dom Tom took over you. We have a deal, remember? No sex while we are working together. I won't risk my job only because you're horny.
- So what are you going to do, now?
- Me? Nothing. Masturbate alone and get this dick down so that nobody will see you like this.
- C'mon, Lucio.
- I won't suck you or let you fuck me, that's final.
- But...
- You should have been careful with this, now live with the consequences.
Lucio turned his back and left.
- See ya!
Tom was alone again, and now, more stressed than ever.
- SHIT!
Tom didn't know what to do, he was still hard and his cock was aching for release.
- Fuck, I have to deal with this, or it'll never get down - he thought.
Tom got on the leather couch again, and started to touch himself, rubbing his cock. He took the suit off and thrown it away, so he was just wearing the pants, in front of the mirror, his arms and legs spread over the couch, and that hard rod in the crotch of his leather pants.
He touched his bare abs and his pecs, getting more turned on by the leather sensation, feeling his leather-covered cock and his balls, massaging his leather-clad legs...
- Fuuuuck, this is so good.
But no matter how hard he tried, Tom couldn't get his cock down.
- Shit. I'm fucking horny. I need a man.
After a while, the door was knocked again.
- Tom? Are you there?
This voice... the assistant, Tom recognized him.
- Yeah, I'm here. What is it?
- I-I'm sorry about what happened earlier, can I come in and apologize?
- Alright, but be quick, I'm in the middle of a crisis right now.
- Thank you...
The assistant entered and immediately saw a half-naked Tom, only wearing the leather pants. His body was glistening, wet, sweaty, and his bulge was even bigger.
- Oh, God!
- What, faggot?
- You're...
- Yeah, yeah, I'm fine.
- Was you...
- Trying to get my fucking cock down? Yes.
- Okay...
- Why are you here, faggot?
- I-I'm sorry for leaving earlier, Tom. I...
- Whatever. Get the fuck out.
- Please, Tom, I don't want to be bad with you...
- Listen, faggot, I'm horny, stressed, pissed, and my cock is throbbing painfully. If you don't wanna be fucked right here, right now, harder than you had ever been fucked in your fucking life, then leave, you faggot!
- Tom, I...
The assistant was shocked.
- Okay, so you want me to fuck you?
He did. But didn't want to say it loudly. So he said nothing.
- Oh, so you want me to fuck you...
He stared at the assistant and went, slowly, in his direction.
- Do you want me to fuck you, faggot?
He whispered it. The assistant, scared, couldn't take his eyes away from the big bulge on Tom's leather pants, throbbing hardly as if it were alive.
- Do you want it, or not?
- I... I...
Tom got angry, and slapped him on the face, and the assistant fell on the ground.
- You know what? I'm fucking done. I will fuck you right here and now and I don't give a fuck if you like it or not, you fucking faggot...
He then grabbed the assistant by the neck and pulled him towards his crotch, making his face be slapped by the leather bulge. Tom forced his head against the leather, his boner throbbing in response.
He then pushed the assistant onto the floor, and walked away. The assistant looked at him confused, thinking he had done something wrong.
Tom went to take the leather suit laying on the floor that he had thrown away before and dressed it, leaving it unbuttoned to show his peck and abs off.
- I felt naked without it - he said, with a smirky smile.
The assistant laughed.
- Now, take off your clothes.
- My... clothes, Tom?
- Yeah, your clothes, faggot, and make a strip tease for me.
- Here? Now?
- Yeah, I want to see that skinny body of yours.
- B-but, what if someone enters here and sees us?
- Who cares, I'm the one who makes the rules here. Now, strip, faggot!
The assistant was scared. But more scared of what could do to him if he refused. So he did it. He took his clothes off, slowly, and stood naked, covering his dick and his pubic area with his hands, feeling embarrassed and ashamed, looking to the floor, until Tom made him look into his eyes.
- Look at me, faggot.
He then stared at Tom's naked torso, his chest, his abs, and his crotch, throbbing under the leather pants, his huge bulge making the pants seem small.
- Now, lay down, I want to see the whole picture.
- Y-yes, sir...
He laid down on the floor, covering his body with his hands and looking to the ceiling. Tom walked around him, checking his body, until he finally stopped behind his head, and looked into his eyes.
- Spread your legs.
- T-Tom, please...
- Spread. Your. Legs. Faggot.
He obeyed, and spread his legs.
- That's better, isn't it?
Tom slapped his cheeks, making him moan.
- You like that, huh, faggot?
- Yes, s-sir.
- Now, spread your ass cheeks.
- W-what?
- You heard me. Spread your ass cheeks, I want to see your hole.
The assistant was surprised, but did it anyway, grabbing his buttocks and spreading them, revealing his tight little hole.
- That's better, isn't it, faggot?
- Y-yeah, sir...
- Good. Now, I will have to punish you for being so naughty.
- P-punish me?
- Yes. For walking away when I ordered you to stay. For being disobedient. For not doing what you are told to do.
- What are you...
- Shut the fuck up! I'm in no mood for this bullshit.
- Yes, sir.
- You will be punished for your actions. And after the punishment, I will fuck you. I will fuck you, and you will thank me for it.
Tom continued to slap his cheeks hardly, making it red.
- O-ouch, s-sir...
- Oh, I'm sorry, do you feel pain?
- I do, Tom.
- Well, this is not even the beginning of your punishment.
He then got up and walked around the room, until he finally found something: a bottle of shampoo, the one they use for the models hair.
- Here we go.
He came back to the assistant and knelt between his legs, looking at his hole, and the assistant's eyes, staring at him.
- This will teach you a lesson.
He put some shampoo on the hole, and the assistant screamed, feeling the burning sensation.
- Ouch! Ouch!
- Does it hurt, faggot?
- P-please s-stop i-it!
- That's good.
Tom then grabbed the bottle and poured more of the liquid on the hole, now penetrating a finger inside it, and the assistant moaned, and screamed.
- Ouch! S-sir, please, no more, I beg you!
- Oh, you're begging now?
- Please, Tom, no more, please.
- Well, too bad, I'm not done yet.
NHe continued to pour the shampoo into the hole, and penetrate his finger deeper and deeper, and the assistant moaned and screamed.
- Oh, sir, no more, no more, please.
- I said shut the fuck up, faggot!
The assistant remained quiet, moaning and crying silently. Tom then stood up, and started to walk around him again.
- Look at this pathetic faggot. On his knees, begging for me to fuck him. Isn't that what you want, faggot? To be fucked by Tom Holland?
- Yes, Tom! Fuck me!
- You will have to deserve it, faggot. I don't put my cock inside every hole that begs for it. Now lick my crotch, faggot.
He grabbed the assistant's neck, and pulled him closer to his leather pants. The assistant did it, and stuck his tongue out, licking the bulge, and Tom moaned.
- That's it, faggot, keep doing that.
- Y-yes, s-sir...
Tom was in a frenzy now, and pulled the assistant's head even closer, until his nose was pressed against the leather, his tongue touching the bulge, and the tip of his cock, the outline of it, was visible through the leather pants.
- That's right, faggot, keep going, and suck it, suck my cock, make it wet and throb.
The assistant sucked it, and Tom felt his cock get even harder, and the sensation of the leather against his cock, his tongue, and his nose was amazing, and he moaned and groaned.
- Fuck, faggot, that's good.
Tom felt his cock leak precum, dirtying the leather from within, and he pulled the assistant away.
- That's it, I'm not satisfied yet.
He unzipped the pants, slowly pushing it down to reveal his rock hard 26cm thick length.
He pulled the pants up again, and bottomed them, leaving his cock and balls off, while still dressing the leather.
He took the cock onto his hands, slapping it against them.
- Is that what you want, faggot?
- Yes, sir.
- Yeah, is that what you want, faggot?
- Yes, sir.
- Then come here and take it, faggot.
- T-thank you, sir.
- Come here, and suck my cock.
- Y-yes, sir.
He knelt and opened his mouth, sticking his tongue out, and Tom grabbed his head and put the tip of his cock inside his mouth, the thick helmet head and the first inches of the shaft.
- Now, suck it, faggot.
The assistant did it, sucking it, and Tom felt the heat and the wetness of his mouth, and moaned.
- Yeah, that's it, suck my cock, faggot.
The assistant continued, taking more and more of the shaft inside his mouth, and Tom felt his throat, and the walls of it, and groaned, feeling his balls getting fuller, and his cock throbbing, and the pleasure increasing, the feeling of the leather pants against his body was amazing.
- Oh, fuck, that's good, faggot. Keep doing it, suck my cock, faggot.
Tom grabbed the assistant's head and pushed him forward, forcing his cock deeper inside his mouth, and the assistant choked.
- Suck it, faggot. Suck my cock!
Tom was hard for so long now that his cock was desperate to be released. It's pulse almost announced his cum being gushed down the assistants throat. But Tom didn't want to end his suffering yet. He was enjoying that faggot. He took it out, and slapp the assistants face with the dick.
- Now, let's give that tight little hole of yours the attention it deserves.
Tom picked the shampoo bottle again, and shed a thread over his cock.
- What are you doing, Tom?
- Gonna fuck your hole, and fill it with cum.
A chill went up the assistants spine, and he got scared, for Tom, as he was now, raw and savage, would absolutely destroy him.
- Now let me see this hole, faggot.
He put a finger inside the hole, and the assistant moaned, the burning sensation being felt again.
- Are you gonna be a good faggot and open up for me?
- Y-yes, sir, please.
- Open up, and let me fuck you, and fill your hole with cum.
Tom opened his asshole, and the assistant screamed.
- Fuck, Tom, please!
- Shut up, faggot. I'm gonna fuck you, and make you beg for more.
Tom pushed his cock inside the hole, and the assistant screamed.
- Yeah! - he shouted, triumphantly, for he, as always, got what he wanted, a twink to fuck - Once it gets inside you, is over. You're mine now, you faggot.
He let his cock pulse inside the assistants tight little hole for a moment, and pulled it out, to then pushed it inside. The assistant cried and screamed.
As Tom pushed and pulled his cock from the hole, he felt the assistant slowly moving his butt to meet it, as if he was hungry for it.
- You fucking faggot! You wanted this all time, didn't you? - He asked.
- Y-yes, sir, I did, I'm sorry.
- Yeah, you faggot. Take my cock!
- Fuck me, sir, fuck me.
As Tom fucked him harder and faster, the assistant moaned and screamed, and Tom slapped his butt, leaving his big hand marked upon it.
- You're such a naughty faggot, taking my cock like this.
Tom was always the kind who swears during sex. It was part of the fuck for him. To remember his partners who was in charge.
He was also the kind of guy who like it raw, fast and hard.
So he fastened the movement, the assistants ass bumping against his leather pants, being penetrateddeep by his cock. The sound was dominating the room, and the smell of sweat and sex was raising in the air.
- You're such a faggot, taking my cock. I'm gonna cum inside and gonna fill you up, faggot.
Tom was reaching the edge, his orgasmbuilding up.
- Fuck. Fuck, faggot. Yeah, take my cock. Take my cum. I'm gonna cum inside you, faggot!
- Yeah, Tom. Fuck me. Cum inside me. I'm yours. Take my ass.
- You're a fucking faggot. I own your ass, and I'm gonna fill it up.
- Fuck. FUCK. I'm gonna cum, take my load, faggot. TAKE MY LOAD. I'm cumming...
Tom groaned and screamed, and finally exploded, gushing his seed into the assistants ass.
- Fuuuuuuck, yeah, faggot. Take my load. Take it. take it.
- Yeah, Tom. Give me your load. Fill me up. Make me yours. Make me yours...
Tom was still cumming, loads and more loadsgushing from his cock, filling that tight littlehole, and the assistant came as well, shooting his own cum onto the floor, moaning.
- Fuck, yeaaaaah, take-my-load, faggot. Take. It. Take it...
After his orgasm finally finished, Tom was completely drained and satisfied.
A sensation of relaxation and calmness went over him, as if his senses and intelligence came back from the prison of lust.
He was all sweaty, the sweat dripping from his brunette locks of hair stuck in his forehead.
His suit was drenched in sweat, a few drops sliding down the dark blue leather, leaving a trail of sweat, like the course of a river, before finally falling to the ground.
His exposed toned chest and six pack glistened with the sweat, under the soft lights of the dressing room.
Tom looked at the lights, recovering conscience after the explosive orgasm, his cock still penetrateddeepinside the assistant'sass. The sensation of his spermgushed off the cock, exploded and deposited in the hole was simply amazing. It was all becoming sticky and wet inside there.
Tomfinally pulled it off, and a trail of his spermgushed out, dirtying the couch and the assistant's legs.
That post sex smellreigned in the air, expliciting the great sins that were committed there, but none of them cared.
They didn't regret anything.
Tom, on the complete contrary, was filled with pride of himself seeing thatscene, cum, hiscum, gushing from that twink faggot's hole.
Moments of silence proceeded. The assistant trying to recover his breath, and Tom drying himself, and his clothes, with a towel. Tom finally broke the silence:
- Tha-was-awesome, boy - he said, smiling proud of what he had just done.
- Yes, it was! - the assistant responded, still panting - Everything with you is amazing, Tom.
Tom's ego was raised even higher, and in a kind demonstration, he went towards the assistant and kissed him.
- Thank you for your services...
- Faggot? - the assistant joked, kidding with him.
- Victor.
The assistant got a little surprised for hearing Tom finally calling him by his name, so he kissed him back in retribution.
- But now we have work to do. Clean this. - he ordered.
The assistant cleaned himself first, then the couch and the floor, and discarded the scarves into the trash can, beneath the rest of the trash so that no one would see them dirty with sperm.
Tom had dried himself, then he took the wardrobe with the rest of his clothes, dressed his first clothes, and went, as if nothing had ever happened, to finally take those fucking photos he was hired to take.
Pounded By Tom Holland, by "The Smut Writer".