In his Dolphin Floor hotel room, sixteen-year-old British-Australian model William Franklyn-Miller was frustrated, from having to share his room with his younger brother Noah, instead of who he had actually put on his paperwork to share with. His former Merci co-star and unknown to most of Hollywood, outside of their closest friends, his seventeen-year-old boyfriend: Louis Partridge.
Will had been dreaming of everything him and Louis could have done with a hotel room to themselves. With the model knowing and hoping that his ass would have been plowed against every inch of that room by his slightly older, stud of a boyfriend.
Noah had been understandably excited to share a room with his idol and big brother, yet that was quickly overshadowed when he saw the kids water park; He and a bunch of other boys his age, who Noah didn't even know, raced off as soon as their bags touched the floor. Leaving William alone in a sun-filled room resting on the bed. Louis was yet to arrive at the resort, his boat was at least an hour away.
Meaning that the sixteen-year-old had to entertain himself and as any boy would do...
His hands began to explore and soft sighs began drifting from his lips.
Already, Will had pushed up his shirt. Letting it ride up his chest to expose his light olive skin and the toned muscles hidden underneath; His fingers were delicately tracing along the sculpted lines, bringing out the moans from deep in his chest. Soft and silky, almost breathless moans hinting at the stirrings of pleasure. After a short while, he fished out his phone and went to message Louis, before he instead decided on sending his boyfriend a short video of playing with his abs. Teasing his boyfriend by rubbing them sensually.
Will's hand pushed the white fabric further up as he glazed over his muscles. Flexing them a little to show off their chiselled details for Louis and how he easily slipped into the cracks. Tracing through their paths downwards to the true prize. But, since Louis was bound not to be alone, that's as far as he got to see. He might be willing to show his muscular chest to people now, but he wasn't paid to show anyone what was below his grey sweats so only Louis got that pleasure.
The phone was set aside, and Will let his hand slide lower to a set of grey sweatpants that sloped to one side and exposed his white waistband, grey Calvin Kleins. The boy's hand lightly massaging his thick, hardened shaft through the thin fabric. Will groaned louder as the shape of his cock filled his hand. Thickening up to part his fingers so its full size was able to rest comfortably in his loose clothes.
His length and thickness would be another shock to many people. The boy had been shocked and a little disturbed by some of the writers online, with what they had given him. He really had to question people's sanity who gave boys lengths double figures and above. Sure once in a red moon, someone might be blessed with ten or more, but it's not some teenage actor nor was it him as a tween.
Will felt up and down from his base to his tip, flowing along his grey sweats with quiet moans. His fingers accentuating its already impressive shape. Its thick bulge jumped lightly, but Will held it tight as he continued to stroke it.
"Umph... fuck, that's nice," His hand moved to his balls, rubbing them slowly. Wishing once more that he had Louis to be playing with, rather than just his hand.
Finally his thumb sunk into his sweats then lowered them under his dick. Seeing his outline in the tight white Calvins, allowing his hand to slowly palm over the length of his cock. Pushing his hips forwards slightly as he did. Glazing his dick against his hand. It was time to pull out his sexy British dick.
But as his thumb sunk in, Will's phone rumbled. Demanding his attention. He opened it with one hand and lazily let his eyes read over a few messages from Louis in awe of him. Will smirked at the messages coming through, then noticed a video file.
