Tom Welling Slash Series - Episode 10A SeXStoRY

Series: Tom Welling Series Title: The Bartender Summary: Something incredible happens to me tonight when I go to the pub. Rating: NC-17 Disclaimer: Only own the other character, which will remain nameless. That's right, no Jan! Now you can imagine YOURSELF in the story... if you're male. Feedback: Pretty please? *puppy dog eyes* Even if it shocked you, or it was totally ridiculous. Note: This will be very different from the other fics. I won't disclose any other name, and will write in first-person. Note2: A special sumthing' sumthin' based on a pilot that Tom Welling did. Seems like he's going to go for the role of bartender. A God. That's what I thought of the new bartender at my favorite bar I always frequented weekly. He still looked like one fully dressed. I wondered what it would be like if I was the last one to leave, then before I would leave he would reach for me and place a hand on my shirt. I would imagine his fingers having slid underneath the fabric to touch the flesh that was my shoulder for real. "Don't go yet. Stay." he said with a smile. "You are the only one left, as you can see." he said as he used his hand to indicate that everyone had gone. In the heat of desire that I felt, I told him my name. "Nice name. My name is Tom Welling." he said with a grin as his hands went to the black tight shirt that he was wearing and pulled it off. "Tom, are you... oh, right, never mind." I said, speaking very slowly. It was like I had trouble speaking because of the hotness of the naked upper part of his body that was right in front of me. "Yeah? What is it? You can say it." Tom said as he pulled me toward him so my ass was on the counter now. "Tom!" I cried out. "Sorry, you are just so fucking hot. I want to do everything there is to do with you." he said, his hands pulling off my shirt. And then he whistled. I had never had any man whistle at me like that. His lips were on me before I could reply. My hands slid around the back of Tom's head while I responded to his kisses with my own. Then I heard the sound of my zipper getting unzipped. My cock hardened as it came into view. "Ooohhh naughty boy isn't wearing any briefs or boxers." Tom said with a laugh. "Guess you are a man of neither." He took one step back as he showed me that he wasn't a man of boxers or briefs either. "Calling the kettle black, Welling." I said, and literally felt my mouth drop. He was a God AND he had a cock of godly proportions?! This was my lucky night! He pulled me against his body once more as he kissed me deeply and passionately. His tongue entered my mouth and we rubbed our cocks against one another like our lives depended on it. "God, your lips feel so good. And your tongue..." I moaned. "Just wait until you feel my mouth around your cock. In fact..." Tom said with a naughty grin. And then his mouth was around my cock. His cocksucking lips were actually sucking off my cock! "Ahhh!!!" I moaned out as my hand flashed out and pulled against the back of Tom's head as I arched against him and puling his head closer to my cock. Someone's too eager, but that's okay, I am too, Tom thought as he sucked me off in a faster speed. One hand of his and one of mine did a race who would be the first to cup his cock. And wouldn't you know it? My hand won from his. I stroked him hard and fast as he still sucked me off. I thought I was going to cum into his mouth but then his delicious mouth and tongue were gone. "Tom?" I asked, fearing this was a dream, that I had woken up and stood there in the bar with thousands of people around me with my cock in full view. But luckily all I saw was that God Tom Welling. He yanked me off the counter which made me cry out in surprise. "Now you go down on your favorite bartender." he whispered as he stood there. "But I've only known you since today." I said. "And yet here we are, I'm sucking your delicious big cock, in case you didn't know, we are the same size. Come on, try it." Tom said with a grin. And then he yanked me even closer so our cocks touched again. "And don't you dare stop visiting this place after this. I want you to return here every week, you got it?!" Tom demanded. It made me fill up with fear actually. "I am not a newbie, if that's what you are worried about. I was already visiting every week. I wouldn't dream of going anywhere else." "Good boy," he whispered against my lips as I felt his hand go to the back of my head. "Now, on your knees. Suck my big cock." I didn't fight this God in front of me. I did exactly as he asked of me. This time I felt his hand grip my hair tight as I sucked him off. "FUCK!" He shouted. "Yeah, baby, that's it!" Tom groaned, thrusting hard in my mouth. I felt his cock hit the back of my throat which almost caused me to gag around his thick piece of meat, but I didn't. "Want to cum in your mouth!!" Tom groaned out, fucking my mouth with a speed I had never been mouthfucked before. "Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm!!!!!" I groaned around his cock, eager to receive his cum. "Yeah, yeah, yeah, I'm so fucking close to cumming!!" Tom cried out, his fingers pinching his nipples. My eyes saw what he was doing to his own skin which made me want to do that to him instead. Maybe my tongue around his nipples wouldn't hurt either. And then it happened. "OH YEAH!!!!" Tom yelled out as his cum burst from his cock and streamed, no, shot down my throat into my mouth. I took everything from him, wanting him to be fully spent when he would pull that cock out of my mouth. He pulled back the moment that he no longer felt cum stream from his cock. I tried to get up from my position but the bartender God pulled me up and gave me a crushing bear hug. "That was great." he whispered in my ear. Yeah, one had gotten to cum. The other hadn't. "I agree." I said just as softly as he let me go and we both got dressed again. And then it was gone, and I was back at the crowded bar, watching the newest bartender that looked a mortal God work. Yes, what a thought. But I would never know if he was gay or not. The End of Episode 10?