I was tired. I had been working for seven and a half-hours, and was dying for the end of my shift to come. I was only twenty, and felt as though I was wasting my life away in my native city's most expensive hotel. Walking down the hall, I picked up litter from the floor as I heard the elevator open. I only turned around when I was spoken to. "Excuse me, but could you please help me. I don't know where the hell the bellboy went who was carrying my bags." I turned around; ready to deal with another shit "guest" in the hotel, when I gasped for air. Standing before me was TOM CRUISE. His eyes sparkled in a way different from TV, and he was not that tall. But he stood, handsome and muscular, and I just wanted to eat him alive. I watched as he surveyed me. I am a handsome young man, with dark hair and eyes, tall and broad, muscular and hairy. Tom, however, showed no interest. I took his key, and lead the way. After having him settled in the room, he asked me to go find his bags, and return with them. "And Hurry!!" he added to me as I rushed out of his glorious suite. It did not take me too long to find Ted; the moron was freaking out, because he had lost Mr. Cruise. I told him to relax, grabbed his bags, and headed back up to Tom's room. I just wanted to go home, and jack off to seeing Mr. Cruise in person. When I entered the hotel room, Tom was laying on the bed, taking a nap in only a towel, obviously wet from a recent shower. If I bent down at the right angle, I was sure I would be able to get a glimpse of his cock... "What are you doing?" His voice startled me, and so I stood straight up. "Nothing, but I would like to repay you for the mix up with the bags." "How would you do that?" he asked, his eyes growing wider. "With a blow job. I will give you a blowjob." And without another word, I dove on the bed, and ripped open his towel. His cock was already semi-hard, at seven inches and growing. I began slurping and sucking away. He tasted so good. It was like a dream come true. Tom soon began to start grunted really loud and roughly, and pulling on my short dark hair, jabbing his cock deep into my throat. His head shot back against the pillow and his body tensed, as he shot a load down my throat. I gulped eagerly, happy for the treat. As Tom lay, breathing heavy and deep, I stripped off my own clothes. My eight-inch cut cock stood at attention, its fat head beckoning to Tom. Tom slowly opened his eyes, and looked at me. "What the fuck do you think you are doing? Put your clothes on and get the fuck outta here." "I don't think so," I answered, "now whatta you gonna do for me? "Nothing. I'm not giving you any fucking blow job.” he said. "I don't want a blow job." I told him. "Then what are you waiting for?" he asked curiously. "For you to lift up your legs, so I can fuck your tight little ass!!" And with that I pounced on him. Tom didn't stand a chance against me. I was taller, bigger, and stronger than he was. I muffled his screams with my hands, and slapped him a few times. I told him it would hurt less if he fucking stopped struggling. I turned him over on his stomach, his legs dangling off the bed. I shoved my dry finger up his ass, and felt his body tense against my index finger. I then massaged his bubbly white ass, and guided my hard cock to his tight hole. He cringed as my dick worked his way up his hole, and I waited until it was totally buried before I started fucking him. In and out I went, panting, and soon Tom was back in the motion of things, humping to the pattern. I worked one hand under him, and began to jerk his hard cock. He creamed all over my hand, and lay limp, exhausted. With my last bit of energy, I slammed into Tom again and again, until at last I came, filling him with my cum. I lay atop his limp, sleeping body. My cock soon went soft, and I slid out of him. I rolled beside him, onto my back, and looked at him. He stared at me, and then I bent down and kissed him, deep and long. "I guess I'm spending the night here." I said to him. He smiled.
