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When Owen had heard about Walker’s promo tour in Europe, he had texted him immediately. After finding out that he would be in London when he had his upcoming audition, he persuaded his parents to book his accommodation in the same hotel. They would stay in the north, letting him travel on his own – he would visit friends of the family in the evening, and be accompanied by his agent to the audition itself. He would have the afternoon for himself – or that’s what they thought.
Thinking about spending said afternoon with Walker had occupied his fantasy for days now, and the day before he would board the train to London was the worst. He was so horny when he finally came back from school, gulped down some food and stormed up into his room, locking it.
He spread a towel on his bed, and pulled his equipment out of his backpack – a large banana, a condom and a small bottle of lube.
Then he stripped naked and stood before his full-length mirror. He was more or less ok with what he saw. Despite his growth spurt, he was not gangly, a bit skinny maybe, but he had started to do a bit of a workout – at least his biceps were visible when he flexed. Looking at his reflection, he started to caress himself. Walker had treated his nipples in an unexpected way, and he pinched them hard. When turning halfway to take a look at his round ass-cheeks, he noticed his now full erection in profile as well. Was it too short? The blonde American seemed to have liked it, and that was good enough for him.
Hi dick bounced a bit on the way to his bed. There, he unpacked the condom and rolled it on to the fruit – the way they had practiced it in sex-ed. After lying on his back in the wide-legged position Walker had let him fuck him, he spread some lube on the condom and then in his own asshole. Wiping his hand on the towel, he grabbed the stem and positioned the banana at his entrance. A mirror would be good, he thought, before pushing.
As expected, it was not as easy as it seemed to be in the porn he’d been watching lately. He knew it from fucking Walker, and he didn’t give up when the tip of the fruit only got in a centimetre at first. It felt a bit weird when he pressed further, it burned a bit, and the ring around his hole resisted the intrusion. It actually hurt when he got a bit further in, feeling the stretch and the slick fruit entering him a bit more. Walker had told him that it hurt, and since Owen had played football when he was younger, he was not afraid of a little bit of pain.
He inhaled deeply once, twice, then pushed hard. This time, the banana broke the resistance and slid in halfway, widening him with a pang of burning pain. At the same time, being filled like that felt right, good, and after waiting a few seconds, he pushed it deeper. Due to its curvature, it hit a certain spot inside his body just behind the root of his dick, and he gasped out loudly. This! He started to move it a bit further in, then out and back in. Every time he brushed against this spot, his dick jumped with an intensely arousing feeling that was totally new for him. He felt his orgasm building up without even touching himself, and when he started to only move the natural dildo a centimetre in and out, always hitting the sweet spot, he came harder than ever before, arching his back and pumping his seed all over his smooth body.
After he pulled the banana out, he saw the mess covering him, and he couldn’t resist tasting the cum that was pooling in his bellybutton. Later, he ate the somewhat mushy banana, took a shower and hid the condom. Before he went to sleep, he jerked off thinking about Walker Scobell.
He met Walker in the lobby, shaking hands publicly, whispering a room number and ‘one hour’ privately.
Owen had showered and waited in the white bathrobe and slippers the hotel had provided.
Walker smiled brightly when he slid through the door, looking as cute as he looked on screen. As soon as the door was closed, Owen pinned him to the wall and kissed him hungrily. Their occasional texts had been innocent enough, but they both knew of the underlying desire to do it again as soon as possible – and that was now.
Walker had just a black t-shirt and plain blue jeans on, and when Owen pressed himself against the American’s slim body, he felt the bulge in his pants. His hands found stiff nipples under the thin cotton and pinched them, smirking as he heard Walker gasp into their kiss. Then they broke the kiss, and Owen stepped back, opening the bathrobe and letting it slide to the ground.
Walker looked his naked body up and down, licking his lips when his eyes lingered on Owen’s full erection. He pulled the t-shirt over his head and opened his jeans.
Walker was a bit more defined, more masculine than Owen, his shoulders broader, the chest wider above his slim waist. There was a promising tent in his boxers when the blonde teenager came close again, kissing him with open lips, tongues playfully fighting. This time Walker actually bit into one of Owen’s nipples before kneeling before him and starting to suck him off.
The English boy’s hard-on had been waiting for Walker for twenty minutes before he had finally knocked on the door, and he lasted only a minute before he shot his load into his mouth.
He pulled the blonde boy up to kiss him, only to kneel before him a moment later. The boxers came down, and his cock looked even more delicious that he had remembered it. And it tasted so good! He sucked at it, pushed it into his cheeks, massaged the stiff shaft and the balls. Walker soon warned him, and he pulled out, only to present his wide-open mouth and outstretched tongue. Without hesitation, the slightly older actor grabbed his dick, and jerked once, twice before cumming into the open mouth, covering the offered tongue in white goo.
They kissed on top of the bed-covers, tasting shared cum, touching and relearning each other’s smooth bodies.
“I want to be fucked today,” Owen whispered after making out for a while. “I know you prefer…”
“Don’t worry, I like both,” Walker grinned. Owen felt the bright-blue eyes on him when he walked over to his bag to pull out another condom and the bottle of lube.
He had fucked Walker bareback himself, but after doing some research, he didn’t like to take the risk of bottoming out the same way. That didn’t seem to be a problem, the blonde just took the wrapped sheath while he watched Owen positioning himself.
When Walker unrolled the rubber over his hard dick, Owen thought it was a bit longer, but not as thick as a certain banana, and relaxed a bit. After lubing up, he let Walker finger him as preparation, but told him to go ahead fucking him before he even had put the second one in.
Walker bent over him, placed a soft kiss on his lips and asked:
“Are you sure? I don’t mind…”
“I want you inside me,” Owen interrupted. They kissed more passionately, while he felt the slick, sheathed cock at his entrance. Then Walker pushed in.
The warm length slowly penetrating him felt similar, but totally different at the same time. It was harder, less pliable, but the warm flesh slowly stretching him was in a strange way comforting. He was expecting the burning pain, and it was not too bad. Anyway, looking at the cute face over his body now a bit scrunched up in concentration made up for a lot, and he reached out to touch the slim body, the flexed sixpack pushing his cock forward. Then Owen’s body gave up on resisting the unfamiliar intrusion, and Walker slid in, brushing against the sweet spot he had discovered the day before.
“You feel so good inside me,” he moaned before pulling him down for another kiss, then wrapped his legs around the smooth ass of his teenage lover. “Fuck me!”
He moaned loudly whenever he felt the dick hitting the right way deep inside, and Walker adapted his angle when he fucked him hard. He wrapped his hand around Owen’s still sensitive cock and pumped him in the rhythm of the fuck, until the English boy came hard, his cum spritzing up to his face. Walker followed soon after, filling the condom to the brim.
“So, have I been the first one to fuck you?”
They had spent a lazy hour on the bed, talking, kissing, not bothering to take a shower or dress.
“If you don’t count the banana…”
Walker burst out laughing, then kissed the brightly smiling dark-haired boy, this time closing his fingers around his dick, smiling as he felt it growing in his fist.
“Now it’s your turn.”
Owen had only brought one condom. He thought ‘fuck it’ before he started doing that.
Both boys had already cum twice, so it was no surprise that Owen lasted considerably longer this time. First, he forced his fat, lubricated dick into Walker’s tight hole missionary style. This way, he could see the gorgeous face and the sexy chest of his friend while he pounded into him, and his stamina allowed him to try different things, like taking the American’s legs on his shoulders, obviously hitting Walker’s sweet spot this way. He kissed the pale inner side of his thighs when he paused, catching his breath, then fucked on.
They even switched position, and Owen really appreciated the sight of the smooth, round ass-cheeks waiting for him for a round of doggy-style. When he felt his final climax getting closer, he pulled up Walker’s upper body to kiss him, holding him with one hand around the chest, the other pumping his hard cock, while pounding up into his ass with a final effort. They kissed when they finally came, Walker Scobell’s cum covering the British actor’s hand, while Owen Cooper pumped his seed deep into his body.