Date: Thu, 28 Jul 2005 06:12:31 -0700 (PDT) From: ad mit Subject: Peephole: Colin Farrell - part 1 (Celebrity) Disclaimer: The author of this story in no way questions the actual sexuality of the individuals involved. I do not know Colin Farrell, and I do not represent him in any way. Any situations and incidents are completely fictional and does not reflect actual events. This is only a dirty little fantasy. If you are underage, leave now! If you have any comments, requests or anything, I would love if you would mail them to me at admitq@yahoo.com Peephole: Colin Farrell Hi y'all... My name is Adam, and I'm 21 year old student of art. I spend most of my days painting, and I am right now doing a nude picture of a very handsome friend of mine. But at night, I work at a very big hotel as a piccolo. I carry the bags of the rich and famous. I bring them their breakfast, and I bring out their cars when they leave. And I do whatever they ask me to. That's what I get paid for. And I get to meet all the celebrities. I've carried the bags of Mariah, brought Denzel his breakfast and fetched J.Lo's car for her. All in all, I like my job. And the tip is pretty good too. But there is one thing, I like particularly about it. On the very top floor of the hotel are the master suites. This is where the biggest stars reside when they come here. I was up there in one of the suites, setting up some flowers for the next guest to arrive. I didn't know who it was, but he or she had requested some red roses. And just as I was about to leave the room, the door slammed open, almost in my face. "Whoa! Sorry mate! Didn't see you there..." said a voice. I stepped back and said "It's ok, Mr..." and then I saw who it was. It was mister sexy himself, Colin Farrell. "You can leave now..." he said and handed me 25 bucks. "Yes, sir. Thank you, sir." I answered as I left the room. I went to the room next door, which is where we keep all sorts of sheets and towels and whatever we need to be able to change in a hurry. It is small 5x4 feet storage room, just big enough for one person. As I was folding some towels and putting them on the shelves, the light went out. "Dammit!" I thought as I turned around towards the door. But halfway there, I noticed a little light in the dark. About a meter from the floor. I bent down to investigate. There was a small hole in the wall! About 2 centimetres wide. I had never noticed it, cuz the light was always on. I hunched down to get a better look through the hole. And what I saw still amazes me to this day. This was a peephole into the master suite! And there, on the couch watching television was Colin Farrell. He was flipping through the channels, not being able to find anything interesting. From the little peephole I could see most of the main room, the living room, and about half the bedroom, and half the bed, throught the big doubledoor in the back, and further back the entrance to and a little bit of the bathroom. But right there in front of me, not 3 meters away, was the big, soft couch, with Colin Farrell on it. He had kicked off his shoes and thrown his socks halfway towards the bedroom, and was lying with his feet up on the couch. He had one hand under his unshaven chin and his belly was shoving slightly as his off-red t-shirt had slid up a bit. His tight jeans revealed his finely shaped thighs, and unfortunately not much else. They weren't that tight. I watched him as he yawned and switched the TV to some music channel, and turned up the volume. It was a Coldplay song. He got up from the couch, stretched and started to hum along to the melody. And then he went into the bedroom, and disappeared. Oh, my god! I could not believe this! I was actually looking into the room where Colin Farrell walked around, believing he was completely alone. I could hear him sing along to the TV. Not bad. And then something really cool happened. Colin went from the part of the bedroom I could not see from my position, and through my line of sight into the bathroom. That in it self was nothing really, except for what he was wearing. Nothing but that off-red t-shirt and a pair of black boxers. And what an ass he showed off in those boxers. Then he disappeared in to the bathroom. A moment later I could hear the shower being turned on. Such a shame, I couldn't see him right now, getting ready for shower. Just the thought started to get me a little bit hard. Then I realised I could see him in the mirror of the bathroom! He was still wearing his clothes and was looking at himself in the mirror, singing along to the song. He looked down at himself, and moved a hand towards his crotch. Unfortunately, the mirror cut just above where his t-shirt ended, which means I could not see the bulge, or his hand as he put it down his boxers. He pulled his boxers out from his stomach and looked down. I was quite surprised to hear him say out loud: "Well, ain't you a handsome fella?" directed at his own cock. And then he started playing with it. I, off cause, couldn't see anything, but I could see the movement of his arms and the expression on his face. And what an expression! As he slowly started to play with it and caress it and pulling, his face changed from the silly guy talking to his willie, to really starting to enjoy it and giving that certain sexy look he often gave in press photos. Suddenly he stopped, and pulled off his shirt. What a sight! He was muscled, but not overly so. His pecs where well defined, and he had the most amazing waist and V-muscle leading towards what I could not see. His perfect broad shoulders, and narrow waist made a lovely figure, and he was slightly thinner that I have ever seen him in any magazines. And he looked like he was enjoying the sight. He stood there, looking at himself for just a moment, and then walked away from the mirror, to where I could no longer see him. I saw his boxers being thrown through the room, and then heard the sound of him entering the shower. I leaned back against the wall behind me. This was amazing! I had just seen Colin Farrell half naked! And now he was in the shower, not 10 yards away. I slowly unzipped my uniform pants and pulled out my dick. I was so hard from what I had just seen. I stoked it a few times and put it back inside my pants. I had to keep an eye on when Colin would come out of the shower. But then I heard something... From Colin's room came some noises that were quite familiar to me. The sound of a guy, moaning loudly. I put my ear to the peephole and listened as hard as I could. It started out with just a few Uh's and Oooh's, and then slowly building up to Colin's sexy Irish voice moaning things like "Oh, my god! Oh, yes! Yesss!" and "So hard! Oh yeah! Ungh! Uh!" and as he was, judging by the intensifying of the moans, approaching his climax I heard him scream through closed teeth "Oh, my cock! Oh, I'm gonna come! Oh! Ungh! Uuuhgn... uh... whoa..." and then his panting started to slow down. He mumbled something to himself and I could hear what I belived to be him slapping his dick around a bit, and washing his cum off from wherever it had landed. Once again, I was amazed. What I had just witnessed was nothing short of an experience for life. I had just heard the sound of international superstar Colin Farrell masturbating -- put in other terms, I had just heard the sound of heaven. I put my eye to the peephole again and put one hand on my cock. Could it get any better than this? As it turned out, it could... To be continued...