Here's a preview of my Tom Holland/Henry Cavill fanfic. To set it up, the two are both in Atlanta. Henry is about to do BvS reshoots, and Tom is about to shoot his part in Civil War. They're in a private gym... all alone.
Preview: Workout Buddies
Tom Holland arrived at Rod Channing’s Atlanta gym in the late afternoon. The eighteen-year-old actor was eager to maintain his chiseled frame the week before he was to begin shooting his scenes in Captain America: Civil War. Other than Rod, there was only one other client in the exclusive facility. The man was wrapping up his workout with tremendous battle ropes. Tom’s mouth became dry. The horny teen had no choice but to gawk at the hulking male swinging the heavy lines as though they were nothing.
“Welcome, Mr. Holland,” Rod said, approaching the young actor with a clipboard. “I’ve gone over your personal trainer’s notes, and I’ve got a workout here that I think will get you where you need to be by next week.”
Tom’s attention was elsewhere. The thick arms moved furiously up and down as the ropes blurred in front of him, sweat dripping across every curved muscle. The man’s teeth were gritted. His concentration was on his workout, and his immense body was a testament to his discipline. Tom’s cock grew hard as he admired the other man’s physique.
“Mr. Holland?” Rod asked again. “Tom?”
“Oh… I’m sorry,” Tom replied, taking the clipboard from Rod. “That sounds fine.”
“Do you know Henry?” Rod asked. “He’s getting prepared for reshoots for Batman v Superman.”
“No, we’ve never met,” Tom said. “He’s so much larger in person.”
“I can introduce you if you’d like,” Rod suggested.
I’d prefer it if you left us alone, Tom thought. Then I could sit on what must be a beer can-thick cock to match the rest of his body. “I don’t want to bother him,” Tom said. “He looks like he’s in the zone.”
“Yeah, he always is,” Rod laughed.
Rod and Tom got started right away with a rigorous workout that made Tom feel faint the entire time. As much as he wanted to ogle Henry, he knew he was there for the job of a lifetime: playing Spider-Man in the Marvel Cinematic Universe. After ten minutes, he quickly probed the gym, but Henry was nowhere to be found. Damn, Tom thought. I would have liked to see just how straight he is.
Thirty minutes later, Tom was startled by something he noticed out of the corner of his eye. Henry was sitting against the wall and watching Tom as the teen completed reverse crunches. The Man of Steel actor was noticeably rubbing his cock through the front of his workout pants. Tom could only take brief glances, but it was enough to see that Henry had a substantial slab of meat stuffed between his firm thighs.
“Looks like you’ve got yourself a fan,” Rod said.
“What?” Tom asked, blushing. “Really?”
“You don’t have to be shy with me,” Rod said, gradually moving his hand across the young actor’s swollen shaft. “Since you walked in, you’ve barely been able to take your eyes off of Henry. Don’t worry. Personal Trainers have a professional code when it comes to discretion. You want me to wrap up here so you two can be alone?”
“Um, yeah,” Tom answered. “Please.”
Tom was letting his libido do the thinking these days. After his marathon auditions with Chris Evans and Robert Downey, Jr., the young actor was a certifiable cum dumpster. There were plenty of men to go around in Hollywood, and Tom was confident of one thing: he wanted to sample as many as he could. The teenager was already looking forward to his weeklong shoot on Civil War, which he expected would be a veritable dick binge.
Rod grabbed his gym bag, stood up, and left the gym in a hurry. Tom remained seated and looked toward Henry, who had taken his cock out and planted his fingers around the monster. Though Tom knew what he wanted, he wasn’t sure what his next move was. He decided to grab his cock through the front of his shorts and gave it a shake. Good call, Tom thought as Henry immediately got to his feet and walked toward the young actor.
“You’re the kid who’s going to play, Spider-Man, right?” Henry said, standing tall over the teenager.
“Uh-huh,” Tom said, wishing Henry would go ahead and release his cock. “I’m Tom.” The young man felt more comfortable in his skin when he was being a slut. It came surprisingly easier for him than acting.
“Tom, something tells me you know how to suck a cock,” Henry observed with his hands on his waist. For Tom, there was nothing as arousing as a man with the sort of big dick energy Henry was exuding. “Those lips have been around their fair share, haven’t they?”
Moving to his knees, Tom reached up for the muscle-bound stud’s waistband, preparing to pull them down. Henry’s thick shaft pushed against the front, making the younger actor’s mouth water in anticipation. Tom crossed his fingers that Henry hadn’t showered. Letting his tongue lap up every ounce of musk from a man’s body was something Tom had grown to crave. He could only imagine the savory aromas that must have permeated Henry’s crotch.
“Mm-hmm,” Tom said, pulling the shorts down and letting Henry’s heavy cock flop out. It looked as though it weighed five kilograms. From one workout to the next, Tom thought to himself.
“Go for it, kid,” Henry said. “Suck Superman’s cock!”
Instantly, Tom smothered his face against Henry’s enormous tool, running it between his top lip and nose to soak up the actor’s pungent musk. It was still there, like a special gift for the young actor. Tom got a kick out of walking around with the smell of cock on his face. There was something about it that relaxed him, especially when he attended auditions. It had become a security blanket for the young actor.
“Mmm… you don’t like cock,” Henry acknowledged. “You love it!”
You’re right, Tom thought, his lips wrapped tightly around the cockhead as droplets of salty precum exited. The young actor’s face fell forward, allowing his mouth to engulf the wooden rod all the way down to the balls. Henry’s top half jerked forward in surprise, clearly not expecting the entirety of his dick to be swallowed. One hand massaged the back of Tom’s head while the other moved down the young man’s muscular back.
“All right, we’ve got something of an expert cocksucker here, don’t we?” the buff actor gasped. “Time to see how much pressure your throat can take, boy!”
Bringing the energy Henry summoned when he managed the battle ropes, he pummeled the younger man’s throat full throttle. There was no obscene language and no checking to see if Tom was comfortable. There was simply grunting as Henry slammed his hips toward the young man’s face. Closing the hand on Tom’s head into a fist, Henry grabbed the teenager’s hair to hold him in place.
“Shit… shit… never had someone take my cock so easily,” Henry moaned through his gasps. The muscled actor was pushing himself, and Tom was prepared. This was no easy task for the teenager, but he had no intention of leaving Henry with a marginal memory of their first time together. Not if he wanted a second (which he did). Tom was there to impress the muscle-bound actor, and his approach was working. “Swallow that thick cock, boy… oh, fuck yeah!”
Tom finally pulled away from the king-sized tool and said, “I want you to split me open, Mr. Cavill.”
“There’s plenty of time for that,” Henry said, pushing Tom onto his back against the exercise mat. “Lay all the way back, kid. I need to keep punishing that beautiful mouth.”
Henry moved above Tom’s face and plunged his cock down the young man’s throat, pounding it at an excruciating rate. Tom brought his hands to the other man’s furry asscheeks and grabbed onto them. Henry’s body is perfect, Tom thought. The teenager was ready to spend as long as necessary exploring every perfect muscle within his reach.
“Yeah… fuck, kid… never had such a hungry throat!” Henry roared as he pumped his hips like a machine. “You must really want that load, eh? I’ll warn you… I can be quite the cummer, boy. Be prepared!”
This was no time for Tom to lose his focus. He could feel his cock dripping with precum. The promise of a generous helping of semen had the young actor buzzing with so much excitement that he could hardly keep his legs still. Give it to me, stud, Tom said to himself.
“Unf… can’t hold it… aaaahh… anymore!” Henry called out before moaning through an orgasm that was more explosive than he promised.
For the first time in a long while, Tom let out a cough as his throat filled with an extraordinary amount of cum. Tom chose to keep his mouth in place, holding still while Henry continued his assault on the teen’s mouth. More and more cum flushed from the man’s cock as Tom swallowed every last dollop. The young actor became delirious, losing his grip on what was happening and wondering whether he could continue as Henry’s balls eventually emptied.
“Almost… aaahhh… almost there, boy!” Henry said, wriggling the last drops of cum from his dick. Tom was relieved. Any more cum and the teen was sure he would have had to call a time-out. “Damn… I normally have to pull my cock out halfway through nutting, boy. I’m impressed.”
“Thanks,” Tom said, clearing his throat. It was on fire after what felt like chugging a gallon of Henry’s semen.
Sitting back on the mat, Henry pulled the teen toward him like he weighed nothing. Henry’s grasp was tight. He had one hand on Tom’s back and the other around the younger actor’s neck. Tom’s instinct was to try and free himself, but Henry wasn’t letting go.
“Let me get a taste,” Henry said, planting a full, warm kiss on Tom’s lips.
The man’s tongue searched for any remnants of his cum. You won’t find much, mate, Tom thought. When it came to cum, Tom had grown greedy. His sexual partners so far have had a similar hunger, so he knew to lap the sticky stuff up while it was still fresh.
“You didn’t leave much, did you?” Henry laughed. “Glutton.”
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