Date: Wed, 31 May 2000 02:38:27 NZST From: joe blow Subject: Male Celebrity - "Just Cruisin'" - Part 1 Disclaimer: This story is fiction and is not intended to imply anything about the true sexuality of Tom Cruise, nor any other celebrities mentioned. Just Cruisin' After six months of simulating drug busts, bank robberies, hostage situations, and high speed chases, I was ready for a break. We'd been on location in San Diego, shooting most of the scenes for the next action blockbuster "Wake Up Call". Actually, I was hoping it would be the next action blockbuster, for this was my first major role and of course I wanted the film to do well. And perhaps my part wasn't so major, but at least I'd finally made it into the big league, starring with some of Hollywood's biggest names: Edward Norton, Angelina Jolie, and Uma Thurman. However, I wasn't really interested in any of those. One of the reasons why I took on this role was to star alongside the sexy god that is Tom Cruise. I don't know why, but I'd always had a thing for him. Maybe it was his thick dark hair, or his sly sexy smile, or his deep brown eyes, or his luscious hot body. Yep, it was definitely his luscious hot body. I hadn't seen much of it on film since "Risky Business", but even then he wasn't so developed as in "Magnolia". I think that was the clincher for me. When I saw "Magnolia" I popped a woody so big I had to sit the bucket of popcorn in my lap for about half an hour. As I watched his near-naked body cavorting across the screen (and his limp cock bouncing loosely in his briefs), I had to resist touching myself. After all, what would my friends think? More to the point, the press would probably have a field day. No one knew I was gay, which was probably one of the reasons I got any work at all. One breath of which team I was really playing for and I'd probably be out of the business straight away. As you might have guessed, it was a little difficult trying to work with this man whom I revered so much. I think perhaps the most embarrassing moment was when during the filming of one fight sequence. Mine and Tom's characters begin arguing about what to do next, start throwing punches and eventually end up wrestling each other on the floor. Need I say more? I jumped off Tom as soon as the director yelled "Cut!", hoping he hadn't felt the hard lump in my trousers digging into him. But he gave me a sly wink as he got up, brushed himself down, and returned to his trailer. That was the only time he ever alluded to liking me. Until the final night on location... During the course of filming, I hadn't seen much of Mr Cruise's body because, naturally, he had his very own trailer on the film set. Well, so did I, but mine was nowhere near as luxurious as his. I'd only been inside a few times when he and I rehearsed some scenes, but he was always fully clothed. I used to try and enter when I thought he was changing or if I heard the shower running, but he would always ask if I could come back in five minutes or so. I only ever saw his smooth almost-hairless chest a couple of times, usually when we had a break and would bake ourselves under the hot California sun. But after the director had said "That's a wrap!" on the final day, Tom invited me back to his trailer for a few celebratory drinks. Naturally, I said "Yes" and agreed to meet him there around 7 o'clock. It was about ten minutes to seven when I rocked up at Tom's trailer, when I realized the hissing sound I'd heard en route was coming from inside. "He must be in the shower," I thought, raising my hand to the door. I thought twice about knocking, as he hadn't let me in the last few times he was in the shower and I'd dropped by, but I thought that seeing as this was the last night, why not try again? "Come on in!" I heard Tom's muffled voice call out. I was a little shocked as to the fact that this was the first time he'd admitted me into his trailer whilst he was showering. I grasped the metal handle, opened the door, and stepped up into the trailer. "Give me a couple of minutes, Cameron, ok?" Tom's voice emanated from the shower cubicle in the bedroom at the far end of the trailer. "I just got back from a post-production meeting with Rob. I haven't had time to shower or change. Help yourself to a beer." My eyes took in my surroundings, and for the first time I realized what an incredibly messy person Tom was. There were shoes and socks strewn across the floor as if he'd walked out of them, and sweaty shirts hanging limply over the backs of several chairs. The only sign of cleanliness was a pair of chinos laid out on the small kitchen table. A rough attempt had been at ironing them and I could see that Tom hadn't done a very good job. I waded through the mass of clothing to the small refrigerator under a bench which was basically the kitchen. Inside was about half a carton of Bud Light. I grabbed one and opened it with an opener fixed to the wall. The hissing noise stopped and I realized Tom had turned off the shower. I heard the cubicle door open and close, followed by the sound of wet feet slapping on the linoleum floor. The curtain separating the living area from the bedroom was dragged open. The sight of Tom standing half-naked in the doorway gave me an immediate hard-on, forcing me to sit down before it was noticed. He had a white towel wrapped around his waist, while his hands held another one which dried his hair and face. He looked over at me and smiled that sexy grin. His wet hair hung low on his forehead, almost covering his eyes. Beads of water made their way slowly down his neck and face, before sliding over his shapely pecs and washboard abs and resting in the small line of hair leading from his navel to the thing that lay beneath the towel. Tom walked the length of the dining area (about three paces) and bent over to open the fridge. I could see his tight ass straining against the towel as he retrieved a Bud from the fridge and leaned across the bench to open it. He turned his dark eyes towards me. "So, finally over, hey?" he breathed. "What did you think? An exciting enough time?" "Yeah, I mean, it was okay. You know, when we were actually filming. But it's a little hard to do anything out here when we're not filming. You know?" Tom swallowed a mouthful of beer. "Yeah, I know what you mean, Cammo. There's not much entertainment, so to speak." "Exactly. What's a guy supposed to do to get a little action out here?" "Why not just ask?" Tom's question threw me a little off-guard. "What do you mean, Tom?" He could see I hadn't understood the intention of what he said, so he rephrased it. "Why don't you just ask for a some action?" Still clueless, I said, "Well, I can't just walk up to Rob and say 'Hey, I want a piece of ass here now!' He'd fire me on the spot." Tom rolled his eyes and smiled. "Are you that thick? Not Rob. Me." I nearly spat my beer all over the place. I swallowed hard. "Excuse me?" Tom took another gulp before walking toward me. "If you want a little action, just ask. I've been checking you out since the first day on set, and I definitely know you've been checking me out." "H-how can you....?" I stuttered. Tom took my beer and placed it on the table with his. "Six months without any action makes me kinda tense." Tom took my face in his hands and pulled me towards him. Our lips met and at first I was a little taken aback. Then I realized Tom wanted me as much as I wanted him and I placed my hands on his back, pulling him closer to me. Our lips parted and our tongues were intertwined, exploring each others' mouths, gently at first, and then more vigorously. I ran my hands up and down Tom's back, while his hands moved from my face to the buttons of my shirt. Our lips never parted as Tom badly attempted to undo my buttons, before eventually ripping my shirt open and sliding it off my shoulders and down my arms. Tom took his lips from mine and made his way down my neck. I breathed deeply and the scent of Tom's aftershave overwhelmed me. I shivered as Tom's tongue gently brushed across my left nipple which hardened at once, and then moved across my smooth hairless chest to the right one which hardened as well. Tom lifted his head and smiled slyly. "Looks like those pants are gonna have to come off," he breathed. He grabbed my belt buckle and pulled me up off the seat. We kissed passionately while his hands fumbled at my waist. I had to back up as Tom started moving forward. We had gone a few paces before I tripped over the edge of the bed and landed on my back. "Eager beaver, aren't we?" grinned Tom before wrenching my trousers from my legs. I closed my eyes and gasped as his hand grabbed my crotch. Tom put on a little child's voice. "A present? For me? Oh, you shouldn't have!" I moaned softly as he gently caressed my huge balls through my satin boxers. "I wonder what it could be," he said, his eyes gleaming with excitement. It was at this point that I opened my eyes and noticed Tom had removed his towel. His semi-erect dick stood out about six inches from his body, nestled in a mass of thick dark pubic hair. His balls were not huge but were quite big, hanging low beneath his cock. The purple head of his dick slid out from its sheath as his dick rose to it's full length. I felt his fingers grab the elastic of my boxers and slowly pull them down. I gasped again as the waistband became caught on my erect cock, but Tom just tugged the boxers harder and slid them down my legs and onto the floor. He leaned over and pulled himself onto me, straddling my chest, his knees at my shoulders and his round ass resting on my chest. Tom then lifted his ass from my chest and guided his eight inches of manhood towards my drooling mouth. I stuck out my tongue and began licking the head of his cock. Then he pushed his cock past my wet lips and into my mouth. He moaned as he felt my hot breath on his cock. I closed my mouth around his dick and started licking and sucking for all I was worth. "Oohhhh, you really know how to suck a cock, Cammo!" Tom moaned. Each time he withdrew his cock, he would thrust it in further until eventually I could feel the tip of his cock brushing the back of my throat and my nose was buried in his pubes. I breathed in deeply his manly scent. Tom gained momentum and began pumping my face harder and faster. I raised my eyes and saw his expression of pleasure. He had his eyes closed and his mouth open, gasping and panting as he fucked my face. My mouth made slurping noises as he thrust his cock in and out. I lifted my hands and placed them on his firm round ass, squeezing his cheeks tightly. Each time he withdrew his cock, I would push his ass down, adding more force to the next thrust. "Oh yeah. That's it man. Oh this is fuckin good shit Cam! Ooohhhh yeeeeaahh!!" Tom's breath quickened and I knew he would cum soon. "Suck my dick, Cam! Yeah, that's the stuff! Eat my meat! Oh man, I'm gonna cum Cameron! I love ya man!" Tom's dick pumped in and out my mouth faster and faster. His balls, which were previously slapping against my chin, tightened. Tom moaned again. "Oh yeah man. This is it. I feel it cummin. Oh yeah." Then he started shouting, "That's it! Suck my dick, Cammo! I'm gonna cum in your hot mouth! I'm gonna... I'm gonna... CUUUUUUUUM!!" With that, my mouth began filling with Tom's hot creamy sperm which I gulped down eagerly. Tom continued fucking my mouth as fast as before, until I'd drained him of his load and he started slowing down. It wasn't until his cock was totally limp that he removed it from my mouth. He lowered his head to mine and kissed me hard, his tongue forcing its way into my mouth and savoring his own cum. "Man, that is the best blowjob a guy's ever given me!" Tom declared. I grinned up at him. "Oh, and just how many guys have blown you, hmm?" Tom grinned back at me, then looked down at my still erect eight inches, dripping precum into my navel. "Well, well, well. Looks like we're gonna have to do something about that!" Tom said, as he made his way towards my cock...