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I've been working at a popular motel on Sunset Strip for about three years now and I've always had a fantasy about going to some drunk guys room some night and making it with him as he slept. I've had plenty of chances but I've never got the nerve since I would risk losing my job and possibly getting arrested. My whole life could be ruined. I never imagined that someone like Tom Cruise with his homophobic attitude would end up checking in one night because he was too drunk to make it home. It was a slow night and I wasn't getting very many customers so I was busy doing my night audit and looking forward to getting the night over with as I was bored. Then, through the door stumbled some drunk guy. At first I was a little annoyed because it was obvious he was drunk and they are always a pain to deal with. Then, I got a look at his face and felt like screaming; it was Tom himself. I quickly went to the counter and asked him if I could help him. "How about a room!" he slurred. I quoted him a price and tried to act as though I didn't recognize him. He nodded and began to fill out the card on the counter but was making a mess of it so I offered to help. He pushed the card at me and stumbled backward, almost falling over onto his back. "My name is John Smith" he said. I didn't argue; I knew he didn't want the tabloids finding out about how he ended up at a motel, three sheets to the wind. After I finished filling out the card for him, he reached into his pocket and pulled out a wad of bills and threw all of them up on the counter. I took what the cost of the room was and didn't bother to ask for I.D., I knew who he was and I surely didn't need that. I gave him a key to a bottom room close by, but wondered it he would make it there. Also, I figured he probably had some hooker with him or some girl as most guys who check in do. I couldn't see where his car was but I watched him as he stumbled around the parking lot trying to find the room. I knew that I would have to help. I went out there and half carried him to his room. He was really appreciative and was thanking me over and over. I opened the door for him and he quickly stumbled to the bed and fell over on his back. I knew he would be passed out very soon. I started to leave but he called to me, "Hey guy," he slurred and then whispered loudly, "Let's keep this between us; okay?" Then he sort of blinked at me and reached into his pocket, pulled out a hundred dollar bill and threw it in my direction because he sure wasn't going to get up from where he was at. I told him no problem and picked up the bill from the floor before going out of the room and leaving him. I was shaking like a leaf; here was Tom Cruise in a room drunk as he could be and soon would be passed out; this was my fantasy at it's ultimate, how could I resist. I told myself that I had better behave, I might end up in all sorts of trouble. Still, I realized that whatever I did, he wouldn't be the one to say anything if it came to that. That surely would be something the tabloids would love to sink their teeth into. I went back to the office and sat there, my heart beating fast, thinking about what I should do. Could I pass up a chance like this? NO WAY! I guess about an hour had passed before I finally got the nerve to go back to that room and look in on that stud. He was snoring loudly when I opened up the door. I nervously walked over to him and just groped him through his jeans. It would be easy to just unzip him and reach inside for the prize but why fool around, why not go for the whole thing? He'd wake up tomorrow naked but probably wouldn't remember how he got that way; probably figured he had undressed himself. I would just help him out. First though, I bent down over him and kissed those sweet lips and slid my tongue between them to taste the warm moistness of his liquour-covered breath. It gave me a rip roaring hard on and I could of shot my jism in my shorts just by that kiss, but I wasn't going to waste an ultimate moment like this with just a kiss. His shirt was a pull-over type and I had a struggle getting his head lifted so that I could get it off of him but it was worth it; his torso was still just as smooth and muscular as it was when he was young and doing movies like "Risky Business" and "All the Right Moves". I couldn't help sliding my hand down over that chest and stomach, marveling at the feel of warm, vibrant muscles beneath my touch. I took the time to take off his shoes and socks, licking his feet and sucking his toes into my mouth. Finally, I undid his belt and undid his pants, then teased myself by slowly unzipping his fly. Crisp, white briefs greeted my eyes. That suprised me because I figured a guy like him would be wearing some kind of fancy, expensive underwear but it pleased me because it reminded me of that scene he did in "Risky Business" You know; the one where he danced around in his shirttails and jockey shorts. His legs where just as smooth as his chest as I worked down his jeans and off. I took my time adoring him laying there in just his briefs, running my fingers over the firm muscles of his thighs and calves. Now, for the final undraping; something very few people had seen except for a small peek in "All the Right Moves" and I put the tips of my fingers into the waistband of his shorts and slid them down and off, his fat, but little cock bounced on his smooth ball sac. It didn't look impressive, but it was cute. If it had been any other guys I wouldn't have been that turned onto it but that it was this screen Idol's precious jewels made all the difference in the world. I moved his legs apart and lay down on top of him for a moment, again kissing him, driving my tongue deep into the hot, sweet depths of his mouth. Then, I worked downward, licking his soft neck, and even further down to bite his nipples, causing them to harden beneath my tongue. I worked over the firmness of his taut stomach, leaving a trail of saliva over the area I covered until my lips touched his pubic bush. Now, I slowly took his flacid prick into my mouth and worked it with my tongue and lips. It began to slowly grow. Maybe five minutes later, it was totally erect and I released it so that I could adore the tube of flesh that so many men and women had dreamed about. The head had was a reddish pink and larger than the rest of the long shaft of his cock. It looked marvelous covered in my saliva and I flicked at the head of his prick, making it pulse against his stomach. It was surely no longer small; a good 8 inches of thick man meat, and really hard for someone passed out. I lifted his legs with some difficulty and spied the tight virgin orifice of his butthole. Tiny brown hairs surrounded the wrinkled flesh of that tight opening. I licked down over his smooth ball sac and down to his crack until my tongue was at the entrance to that no man's land. I pushed against the orifice until it gave way to my hungry invader and I was tasting the inside of Tom's virgin butt. Oh, how sweet! If I kept this up much longer I would cum in my shorts, I had to slow down. I unzipped my own shorts and moved up to take his hard tube of flesh between my lips and down my throat. I began to work on it, hoping to bring him off to a climax. He might awaken, but what could he do but blow his load into my mouth. I slaved over it, driving my lips down to his brown pubic bush and his cock bouncing against my tonsils. While I sucked his prick, I worked a finger up his tight butthole, breaking past a barrier never crossed before. I looked upward toward his face and saw a grimace as his stomach tightened. The anal muscles around my fingers tightened as his cock grew hard as steel within the hot confines of my mouth and throat and I knew that he was about to shoot his hot load down my throat. Sure enough, his ball sac shrunk almost into his body as he racked with the explosion of his prick and volleys of hot cum spewed forth and almost drowned me. I could hear his moans but his eyes remained closed as I finished him off and licked the last residue off of his appendage. Some had dribbled down into his pubic fur and over his balls. I licked up every drop, cleaning him to leave no traces. He had dropped his hand over his face, covering his eyes from view. I knew that he had awaken some time during his orgasm but wanted to hide from the fact of what had just taken place. I still hadn't shot my load and I couldn't hold off any longer. I stood up and jerked my cock just a few times and shot my load over his chest and stomach, dribbling the last few drops down over his cock and balls. Afterwards, as I heard him again start snoring as he had fallen asleep after his ordeal, I got a towel from the bathroom and cleaned him up. I looked watch, "Oh Shit," I thought, "It's almost time for my shift to end, I had better get back to the office. Later, I made some silly excuse to the clerk who came on duty that the guy in that room was a friend of mine and I was going up to visit him. You wouldn't believe how much fun I had on my second time around with Tom, but I'd be glad to tell you about it. Maybe I'll write about it in Part 2 if enough of you out there want to hear about it. Why don't you e-mail me and let me know; maybe I will. E-mail me at: larclay@postoffice.pacbell.net Hope to hear from you horny readers!