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Hollywood Deepthroat 6 - "The Blindfold"

Some guys are too afraid to let you see them, so they expect you to wear a blindfold. The one I went down on last night, didn't even trust me with the blindfold, so he sent someone ahead to make sure I was properly blinded before he arrived.

The "assistant" (as they are most often called) showed up a half hour before the pre-arranged sucking time; he had a black silk lined sleep mask that was going to double as a blindfold. The assistant told me his name was Terry, and only smiled when I queried him lightheartedly about the man he worked for. Terry was a handsome young man of Middle Eastern descent (as far as I could tell) with striking green eyes and fur-covered forearms that always give me a hard on. Since there was easily 27 minutes remaining before the "Star" arrived, I asked Terry if he wanted head in the meanwhile. Not only did he decline, but he told me he was actually straight. This struck me as even more bizarre when Terry informed me that not only was he supposed to fit me for the blindfold, but he was supposed to stick around while his boss was getting deepthroated and make sure I didn't try and take a peek.

"Doesn't it bother you to have to watch a guy suck off another guy? If you're straight, I mean." Terry shrugged, and explained that the job paid pretty well and that his boss had promised to shop his screenplay around when it was finished. To give you an idea what a lame trade-off that was, I'd already had three famous men bargain sex acts in exchange for helping me with my screenplay... and I don't even have one!

Terry and I mostly sat around and didn't talk until his cell phone rang; the boss calling to let him know he was there and wanting to make sure I wasn't able to see anything.

It's true what they say about being blind... your other senses are heightened. Though I couldn't see the famous man who was stripping naked in the room with me, my ears told me his voice was deep and rich. The sound of his quiet exchange with Terry - overlaid with the noise of the rustling of his clothes as he stripped - made me hard (Terry had already made sure I was stripped down to a jockstrap - black, to match my blindfold). My nose told me he wasn't wearing expensive cologne. My anonymous suitor only smelled of masculinity. I could tell his cock was near my face because I could smell him.

"Open up," the deep voice told me. My lips parted and his cock slid inside me. Fat head. Precum on the piss slit. Veins snaking like vines around the long swollen shaft. I knew he was wearing a cockring before my hands felt it. Cold smooth metal, separating the root of his thick cock from his plump shaved balls, which kept pressing against my chin as he slowly fucked my mouth.

He let my hands explore; I felt his own on my head, probably holding the sleep mask in place, in case I decided to tear it off in a fit of curiosity. His body was hard, muscled, and hairy. My fingers traced the outline of his six pack while he continued to pump my throat. Hairy belly. I followed his bristly treasure trail up to his pecs (nice!) and tugged on his nipples. Someone had been stretching the fuckers, because they were taut and fleshy. Had his dick not been embedded in my throat, I definitely would have been climbing his torso to get them both between my lips.

I heard Teddy's cell phone chirp again, and his boss told him to take the call outside. Ah... he trusts me. Or, more likely, he is just too blissed out by my cocksucking to think clearly.

I felt him slide my body down, pushing me onto my back. My head sank into the pillow and the stud straddled me, forcefully pumping my mouth. I sensed he wanted me to gag, but my deepthroating skills are too advanced for that. His dick was big, but it had a nice curve to it; it dropped into my gullet like it was designed to be there... a perfect fit.

I wanted to massage his nuts, his taint, his hole... but my famous lover had other ideas. I felt my arms pulled up, pinned to either side of the pillow. Held down, I was throatfucked harder, faster. The guy on top of me was grunting and cursing, his sounds making my dick throb. Had I not been wearing the jockstrap, the load that exploded would have soaked the guy's bare back. I'm not even sure he knew I had busted a nut.

I couldn't concentrate on my own orgasm for long; my hot buddy was on the edge himself, letting me know in so many dirty words that his dick was ready to explode and my belly was going to be his cumdump. He released my arms (which were now numb, anyway) and put his hands on my chest, twist my nipples as his cock began to shoot like a gun.

His cum flood was hot and thick, each blast punctuated by a loud "fuck!" Terry returned to the room just as buddy boy was extracting his cock, which was just as hard as it had been from the beginning. I would have killed for a peek at it (the sight of swollen red veiny cocks turn me on), but I didn't dare risk easing the blindfold up to see if I could catch a glimpse of it.

Terry must have read my mind, because he was suddenly at the bedside, his (sweaty) hands holding the blindfold securely in place while my satisfied sex partner dressed himself. Terry actually made me keep the blindfold on for three full minutes after the guy left, I guess in case he realized his cock was still raging hard and he decided to turn around and come back for seconds.

Once the blindfold came off, I noticed Terry taking more than a passing glance at my body. Maybe he was just eyeing my cum-soaked jockstrap, who knows. Once again I offered him a blowjob, but he declined. But that second time, he actually mulled the idea over for a good twenty seconds before turning me down. I kind of hope his boss becomes a "regular," not so much because I want to find out who the celebrity is behind the beautiful dick, but because I want to get in the pants of his assistant.