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Fuck, he thought, as he heard the hotel room’s doorbell over the sound of the shower. Josh Allen quickly rinsed the remaining soap off his body, turned off the water, and grabbed the first towel he saw. I’m coming, he shouted, as the doorbell rang again. He unfolded the towel as he exited the bathroom, heading through the suite’s bedroom, and realized, only as he was halfway across the living room, that he had grabbed a hand towel, which could never wrap around the waist of the 6’5”, 240 pound stud. He covered his crotch with the towel, checked the peep hole to make sure it was him, and opened the door.
“Dude, you’re early,” he said with a grin. “I was still in the shower.”
“Sorry, man,” Michael B Jordan replied with a wide smile. “I figured you would just be hanging out.”
Spotting a hotel guest heading down the hall, Josh grabbed Michael by the shoulder and pulled him into the suite.
“No worries, but get in here. I can’t be out in the hall like this.” As the door closed behind him, Michael turned around looked at the sight in front of him. The big QB was naked, save for a way too small hand towel held in front of his crotch. His hair was wet and stuck to his head, drops of water covered his body. Josh used his free hand to pull his hair back out of his face and exhaled. Michael drank in the big muscular body and felt an involuntary rush of blood in his pants. He clapped his hands together, and smiled.
“God damn, bro. I’m sorry to catch you like this,” Michael said. “You want to get yourself put together?”
“It’s fine,” Josh sighed. “You’re the one helping me out. But, yeah, can you give me a couple of minutes?”
“Yeah, of course,” Michael said, stepping into the suite’s living room and waving his arms at the view. “Nice suite, dude. They’re taking care of you, aren’t they?” Michael took in the panoramic view of downtown Mexico City from the penthouse suite of the St. Regis.
“Yeah, it’s nice. I kind of splurged. I think Hailee will like it when I see her tomorrow. Have a seat. Make yourself comfortable. I’ll be back in a minute.” Josh moved toward the bedroom, as Michael took a seat on one of the two couches in the big living room. He took the one that faced Josh’s bedroom. That position let him watch Josh’s big muscular ass as he walked away. Michael felt another surge of blood to his crotch as the two round globes rose and fell with each step.
He licked his lips and adjusted himself. His swelling dick was bent uncomfortably in his sweats. Repositioned, he felt it inflate a little more. He leaned back on the couch and let out a sigh. Michael expected to give the big man his backstage credentials for the Sinners premier and be gone, but maybe there was more to this visit.
Michael’s thoughts were interrupted a few moments later when Josh reappeared in the door of the bedroom. Michael’s cock grew another inch or two at the sight. Josh stood in the door, his hair messy and towel dried but still damp, wearing a bathrobe. It was clearly the hotel’s white robe, designed for an average person, because, on Josh’s 6’5” frame, it tied well above his waist and only hung to a few inches above Josh’s knees. Michael looked appraisingly at the man in front of him. Josh was built like a brick shithouse. Tall and solidly muscled. Half a foot taller than Michael and maybe 50 pounds heavier. Michael had more of a movie body: trim waist, cut muscles, and he found Josh’s strong bulk incredibly sexy.
“Again, man. I’m sorry about this. You caught me off guard,” Josh said as he sat down on the couch across from Michael. “But I can’t thank you enough for helping me out with this. I think Hailee will love the surprise.”
“It’s my pleasure, bud,” Michael said as he felt yet more blood rush to his cock when Josh leaned back and spread his legs across from him, the too-small robe letting Michael see more than halfway up Josh’s lightly hairy, massive thighs. “It was easy to get you added to the list for the premier. And I’m confident that Hailee doesn’t know you’re here.”
“Awesome,” Josh said grinning. “Thank you again. This is a big role for her, and I want to support her and show that I care about her career.”
“She talked about you a lot on set. She’s going to be so excited that you made the trip and that you went to the trouble to surprise her. It’s a very sweet gesture.” Michael smiled, resettling into the couch and spreading his legs wider, his half hard cock stretching down the leg of his sweats. His heart beat picked up as he caught Josh’s eyes briefly shift down toward Michael’s crotch and widen at the outline of his dick.
“Here you go,” Michael said, reaching into his pocket to grab the VIP pass and lanyard. He tossed the credential onto the low table between them. It landed close to Josh and slid off the table and onto the carpet. “Shit, sorry, dude,” Michael said, starting to get up to retrieve it.
“Ha, don’t worry about it,” Josh said, leaning forward. “Shit it’s under there good.” Josh stood up and bent over to look under the couch, treating Michael to a view of the back of his thighs, the robe ending tantalizingly close to his ass. Josh wedged his body between the coffee table and the couch and laid on the ground, reaching his long arm under to retrieve the pass. “Got it,” he said, awkwardly removing his bulk from the narrow passage, as he stood up, the robe caught on the edge of the table and shifted around his body, giving Michael a brief glance at Josh’s plump cock and impressive set of low hanging balls. That sight sent more blood to his cock, stretching to nearly its full length and flexing involuntarily.
Now standing, Josh fixed the robe around his body and looked down at Michael. Michael had long been a crush of Josh’s, and this sight reminded him why. Michael’s jacked torso was highlighted by a white t shirt that clung to every curve. He had a hungry smile on his face, and his lower half was shown off in a pair of gray sweats that hugged all the right places. And Josh now noticed that what had been the sizeable bulge in the sweats was now just the outline of a hard cock. A big, hard cock, snaking down Michaels’ right thigh.
“Um,” Josh stammered, “um, thank you again for the help with this Michael.” His head raced with images of the things he wanted to do with the sexy actor, and he felt his cock swelling.
Michael smiled and spread his arms across the back of the couch. Josh had that dazed look Michael had seen many times before. His cock flexed in his sweats, as he could tell where this was going.
“It’s entirely my pleasure, Josh,” Michael said. “I’m just glad I could help.”
“Well, um,” Josh said, licking his lips, “if there’s ever anything I could do to help you out…” Josh trailed off, distracted.
Michael stood up and walked around the table to stand next to Josh. Up close, the big man was even bigger. And he was radiating heat, his breathing becoming shallower with each step Michael took toward him. Standing so close their bodies were nearly touching, Michael softly said, “Now that you mention it, there is something.” As he finished the statement, he grabbed Josh by the wrist and moved the big hand slowly toward Michael’s crotch. As Josh’s hand touched Michael’s sweat pant-covered cock, Josh closed his eyes and licked his lips, his whole body relaxing involuntarily. Leaving Josh’s hand on his dick, Michael grabbed Josh by the back of the neck and pulled his head down toward Michael’s. Their lips touched, and Michael’s tongue snaked between Josh’s lips and explored his mouth. With his other hand, Michael reached down and found Josh’s hardening cock. They explored each other’s mouths and handled each other’s cocks for about a minute before Michael pulled away.
He placed a hand on Josh’s chest and said, “sit down.” Josh sat perched on the edge of the couch and reached to pull down Michael’s sweats. “No,” Michael said, gently pushing Josh to lean back into the cushion, a sizeable tent in the robe as he did. Michael removed his t shirt and took off his sweats, while Josh untied the robe and threw it open.
Michael moved the coffee table out of the way, and knelt on the rug between Josh’s big thighs. Staring into Josh’s eyes, he ran his hands slowly up the length of his hairy thighs, feeling the cords of muscle underneath. At the center, Josh’s fat eight inch cock stood at attention atop a pair of heavy balls resting on the couch. Michael grabbed it again, and stroked, watching the balls rise and fall with each pump. After a minute, a thick drop of precum emerged at the top of the swollen, flared head of Josh’s dick. Michael leaned forward and grabbed it with his tongue. It was sweet and salty, and he kept it in his mouth as he leaned up for a kiss. Josh moaned into his mouth, and Michael could feel his cock pulse as they made out.
Michael returned to Josh’s cock and took the whole thing in his mouth in one swoop. Josh let out a sigh, as Michael started pumping his head up and down on Josh’s cock. Josh ran his hands over the stud’s muscled shoulders and arms as the sensations of the expert blow job coursed through his body. With Josh’s cock in his mouth, Michael reached down to Josh’s heavy balls and worked his fingers behind the big loose sack. They were more than a handful, and Michael gently pulled on them, feeling Josh’s cock harden in his mouth as he did so.
Josh adjusted his weight to slide his hips closer to the edge of the couch, sinking back into the cushions. His balls lifted off the couch in this position, and Michael popped Josh’s big dick out of his mouth and moved south, taking each ball into his mouth one at a time, while steadily stroking Josh’s cock.
“Of fuck, that feels so good,” Josh moaned shallowly as Michael’s tongue worked on his sack. Josh slid his hips even further forward on the couch and put his feet up on the table behind Michael.
“I know what would feel even better,” Michael said from between Josh’s legs. He knew what Josh was asking for.
“Yeah, dude,” Josh said breathlessly. “Go for it.”
Michael went further south with his tongue, licking the bottom of Josh’s sack, between his thighs, and snaking his long tongue into the cleft below. He licked the light hairs in that gap until his tongue found a smooth spot. He put his hands under Josh’s thighs and rotated them up to open up Josh’s cheeks. He saw Josh’s tight pink hole surrounded by light brown hair, and dove in.
“Oh fuck,” Josh mewled in ecstasy as Michael’s big tongue made contact with his hole. “Eat that hole. That feels so good.”
Michael worked his tongue over the hole. He spit on it, licked it, stabbed at it with his tongue. Each new technique eliciting a moan from the big QB.
After a couple of minutes, Michael rotated Josh’s hips back down. “Turn around,” he said firmly. Josh crossed his arms on the back of the couch, his knees at the edge of couch by Michael, and arched his back to display his big muscular ass to Michael. Michael’s cock was leaking precum at the sight before him. He looked over toward the floor to ceiling window and saw an incredible reflection. Josh Allen bent over and presenting his hole, with Michael’s hot jacked body kneeling before it, his fat nine inch cock standing at full attention below.
Micael put his hands on the big globes of Josh’s ass and spanked him as he dove in again. Josh was moaning nonstop, and, from this position, Michael wrapped a hand around Josh’s fat, leaking cock.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Josh quietly sighed as Michael jerked his cock and tongued his hole. “Use that hole,” he said quietly. “Eat that pussy.” Hearing that, Micheal’s cock flexed and released precum. He grabbed the strands gathered at the pink swollen head of his dick, and placed them at Josh’s hole. He used his precum to get a finger tip inside Josh’s tight ass.
“Yeah, finger me, stud,” Josh moaned, flexing his tight hole around the thick finger.
“You like that finger in you, don’t you big guy?” Michael asked, slapping one of the muscular ass cheeks and stroking his cock.
“Fuck yeah, stud,” Josh said, a little louder. “Open me up.” He backed his hips back on the finger and took it to the base.
Michael’s cock grew even harder in his hand as he watched the finger disappear into Josh’s ass. He pulled it out, and grabbed Josh’s cock. He moved his head down to the tip of Josh’s cock, licked up the precum oozing out of it, and licked up all fat eight inches, over Josh’s heavy nuts, which were now tight to his body, and up to Josh’s crack. He buried his face back between Josh’s cheeks and stabbed his tongue into Josh’s hole. Josh let out a moan as Michael’s tongue penetrated Josh’s hole.
“Fuck me with that tongue,” Josh said. “Get my pussy wet and ready.” Josh bucked his hips back against the tongue, trying to get even more of Michael inside him.
Michael pulled his head back and licked his fingers. He slowly inserted two fingers into Josh, stroking his hard, angry cock as he watched Josh open up and take two fingers all the way down. Michael moved his fingers around slowly until he found the spot. He wiggled his fingers back and forth over Josh’s prostate, and Josh started involuntarily bucking each time.
Michael stood up, removing his fingers from Josh’s hole. Josh turned his head around to see what was happening as he heard Michael on the move. Michael walked around the couch, his fat nine inch cock leading the way, a stream of precum dangling from the pink tip.
Josh opened his mouth without thinking, and Michael slid the beast between his lips. Josh could barely open his mouth wide enough to take Michael’s girth. Michael grabbed his head and pulled the stud’s head down on his cock.
“You gotta get me wet and ready too, stud,” Michael said softly as he reached over Josh’s head to slap his ass. Josh let out muffled moans as the dick assaulted his mouth. His eyes watered as he tried to swallow every inch of Michael, but he couldn’t take it all. Michael stared down at Josh’s face as he pumped his cock into the star QB, the sight of tears in the corners of his eyes from choking getting Michael even more turned on.
“You like that cock, don’t you, dude?” Michael asked with a smile. Josh nodded as the massive dick pumped in and out of his mouth.
“You want that dick inside you, don’t you, stud?” Josh moaned and nodded again.
“You want me to fuck your pussy?” Josh’s eyes grew hungry when he heard Michael use that word, and he slowly nodded three times moaning louder than before around Michael’s big cock. Michael smiled and pulled his big dick out of Josh’s mouth. He took his hand and held out his four fingers in front of Josh’s face. Josh opened his mouth, and Michael put his fingers all the way in. Josh looked up at him with slightly red, puppy dog eyes as he slurped and slobbered on Michael’s hand.
Michael withdrew the slimy hand, and walked around the couch to position himself behind Josh again. He placed his dry hand on one of Josh’s massive cheeks and slid the wet hand around Josh’s crack, sliding each of the four fingers into him before sliding all four together as far as they would go. Josh gasped at the intrusion, and Michael applied persistent pressure, as he watched Josh visibly relax and his hole stretch as he slid farther down the group of fingers. When they bottomed out at his knuckles, he pumped them in and out, eliciting loud moans from Josh.
When he could easily pump the fingers in and out of Josh’s hole, Michael pulled his hand out. He stroked his hard cock a couple of times, and grabbed the base of his cock. He slapped Josh’s crack a couple of times, the hairs grabbing strands of precum with each slap. Michael pressed the swollen pink head of his cock against Josh’s opening and watched the ring envelop his cock head. Josh’s warmth surrounded his cock, and Josh let out a long, low groan as Michael penetrated him. Michael watched in the window’s reflection as Josh slid back onto his big cock, each inch slowly disappearing into the guts of the big stud. Michael stood and watched as Josh slid himself back on all nine inches, and started bouncing his hips against Michael’s.
“God damn, that feels amazing,” Michael said quietly as he bottomed out inside the beefy ass.
“That fat cock feels so good inside my pussy,” Josh moaned, as he adjusted to Michael’s size. Fully inside Josh, Michael grabbed the sides of Josh’s big hips, and started pumping, tentatively at first to make sure Josh could take it, and then more aggressively when it became clear Josh knew what he was doing. With each long thrust into Josh’s ass, Michael’s muscular torso slapped against Josh’s big ass, making the round muscular cheeks bounce with each thrust. Josh was moaning nonstop and muttering to himself, clearly in bliss at the fucking Michael was giving him.
For his part, Michael was in heaven. He was balls deep inside a football hero, whose muscular ass was gripping his cock. He watched in the window at the incredible sight of his big cock pumping in and out of Josh’s ass. He felt himself getting close but didn’t want the encounter to end. Michael slowed his strokes and pulled out, leaving Josh’s pink hole puffy and slightly gaping. He slapped Josh’s ass, and Josh turned around to see Michael walking back to the other couch to sit down.
“Bring that pussy over here and ride me,” Michael said with a smile, stroking his slick, swollen cock. Josh didn’t need to be told twice. He put his knees on either side of Michael’s hips and lined up his hole over the big cock. As he slid down Michael’s length, Michael’s cock found his prostate. His hard cock leaked from this new position, and Michael took the head of Josh’s cock in his mouth. Josh was panting with pleasure from the dual sensations of Michael’s cock assaulting his prostate and Micheal’s wet warm mouth enveloping his cock.
“Breed my pussy. Give me all your cum,” Josh said insistently as he clenched tight around Michael’s cock and picked up the pace of his riding. “Flood my pussy and get me pregnant,” Josh moaned. Michael could feel the urgency and the look on Josh’s face was incredible. He pulled Josh’s face down to him and gave him a kiss. As his tongue entered Josh’s mouth, Michael let out a quiet gasp and he felt his orgasm rush over him. His dick was hard as steel as he pumped shot after shot of cum deep inside Josh. Josh moaned loudly from the rigidity deep inside him, and his whole body trembled as he came from the hot slickness inside him as Michael drained his balls inside him. His cum shot up between them coating Michael’s chest and chin.
As the orgasm subsided, Josh licked his cum off Michael’s face and the two men made out, swapping Josh’s load back and forth between them. Josh gingerly pulled Michael’s cock out of him, and stood up, his now-gaping hole dripping cum down his leg.
“Fuck,” Michael sighed. “That was hot.”
“Yeah, man,” Josh said with a smile. “Thanks for the fuck. I guess you didn’t know I have the best pussy in the NFL.” He laughed, somewhat awkwardly, as he picked up the robe and started wiping himself down. “Come see me again sometime.”
“Yeah, damn,” Michael said quietly, grabbing a napkin off a room service cart in the corner of the room to wipe down his long greasy dick. He looked at Josh with a wry smile, “almost as good as Hailee’s.”