Tad Michaels had loved action movies since he was a kid, devouring films like "Kill Phil", "Dark Brunch", "Inglorious Bitches", and his all-time favorite, "Blade Walker". He never missed a single movie starring his idol, Brick Dasher, on whom he’d had a crush since his teenage years. In his West Hollywood apartment, his bedroom walls are filled with pictures, clippings and the infamous Play Dude magazine nude poster which he framed and hung above his bed.
He often dreamed about sharing romantic moments with Brick—watching the sunrise together on a beach, making out atop the Eiffel Tower, skinny dipping in Mykonos, and even being intimate on an airplane in a bathroom. At twenty-one, the devoted fan had started working out to transform his slim frame into a muscular physique he hoped his hero would admire and desire. He even styled his hair to match Brick’s exactly.
Tad searched the dark web to try to discover Brick's address. He longed to shake his hero's hand, get an autograph and maybe be allowed to give him a first-class Blow job or maybe a kiss. Of course, he'd have to take a picture of the two of them standing together. So as to prove to my little world, he'd actually met the reclusive actor.
On a day when he'd just gotten back from the gym, Tad had an e-mail from the dark web from a dude answering my query. The message read:
I can give you Brick's address, but it will cost you. First a thousand dollars. Second, I want a first class blow job from you. I live in West Hollywood as well and I know your address. Gimme the word and I can be there in twenty minutes. Put the money in a bag from Ralph's grocery store
"I'll have to go to the bank." He typed back.
Half an hour later, a knock sounded at the door. Trembling with excitement, he swung it open to reveal someone wearing a green eye mask, just like the Riddler from the classic Batman TV show. The man gripped Tad's shoulders and guided him down to his knees.
Tad fumbled with the zipper but got it down only to discovered he was wearing Batman boxers. He pulled a hefty cock out of the fly of the man's underwear and instantly licked the pre-cum off the cock head. Then he sucked the cock down his throat. Rapidly jacking it with his mouth. Soon the sounds of the Batman geek about to cum rented the hallway. Without warning a huge glob of tasty cum hit the back of Tad's mouth he swallowed it. The man then stuffed an envelope down the front of Tad's pants intentionally squeezing his hard cock in the process.
The mysterious man slipped way still breathing heavy from his orgasm. The door closed.
Tad turned away, tore the envelope open—2015 Mulholland Drive. I got it! He went to the fridge and took out an opened bottle of wine and chugged some. Removing the bitter taste of the stranger's cum from his mouth.
Tomorrow. D-day.
Tad rented an electric scooter and zipped up to the Hollywood Hills. It didn’t take long to spot the mansion. He knocked on the door, and a woman answered. “I’m here to see Mr. Brick Dasher,” he said. Without a word, she shut the door. Plan B: try the back. Tad circled the house and came across a tall wooden gate. He eased it open to reveal a pool, lounge chairs, a grill, and a small house tucked against the back fence.
Out of nowhere a giant of a man wearing a speedo with broad shoulders, thick lips and solid pecs that gave Tad a hard-on.
The tent in his speedos suggested something formidable lay beneath the blue nylon fabric. His jawline and nose were perfectly chiseled, and thick black hair crowned his head. His mouth hung open at the sight of this stunning man as Tad simply said, "I'm Brick Dasher's biggest fan, and I’d like to get his autograph, please, sir. Then I’ll leave."
"I’m going to walk you out, and if you give me any trouble, I’ll hold you and call the police. You’ll spend the night in jail and get hit with a hefty fine. Clear enough, champ?"
Tad hung his head down, "Yes sir. Can you at least tell him that Tad Michaels .. came ... to see him?"
"What?" He stopped. "Let me see your Driver's License."
Nervously Tad gave him his license. Without warning He yelled. "Mary!"
"Am I in trouble, sir?"
The man smiled. "No, you're not. Relax kid."
The woman from the front door appeared in the back doorway. "Where's Brick?"
"His study."
"Follow me, Tad. They walked down a long hallway. The man knocked on the door and then opened it. An old man sat behind a huge desk. "Dad this is Tad Michaels"
"Sit Tad. Welcome to my home."
Tad thought he was hallucinating. This could not be Brick Dasher. This man was in his eighties at least.
The old man smiled and began talking ... babbling ... about me, to me.
"Never missed my birthday. Always kept me updated on what you were doing. Sent Christmas cards, letters from college. Praised my latest movie. Worried about me after that car accident. Defended me when critics said I was too old. And then I got a second chance." Brick stood up, frail, and said, "It's a pleasure to finally meet you, my greatest fan." He walked over with his cane and kissed Tad's forehead.
Mary took him out the study door escorting him to his bedroom for his nap.
I looked at the handsome man who said. "Follow me. By the way my name is Patrick Muldoon, Brick is my Dad."
We ended up in a den-like room. He sat me down on a sofa.
"I'm confused. How can that man have been in the film "Warlords of the Inca." Released two years ago.
"I must admit you are very handsome young man." Without reason Patrick began unbuttoning his shirt then threw it on the sofa. "Look at my chest, Stand up. Come here feel my chest." Tad began getting a hard-on as his hands moved across the man's beautiful chest. He touched a nipple. Patrick quivered.
Tad cleared his throat. "That was the Inca King's chest. I know it was. I've whacked off multiple times with that scene on pause. What's going on?"
"Through AI his face is what it used to look like. I provide the body AI provided the head and I made the voice of my father. His last film."
Tad felt faint. Patrick grabbed him and hungrily began kissing him. Tad kissed back. "I'm going to make love to you. Is that okay."
Tad nodded weakly. "You can fuck me, Patrick! I'm a bottom. I want to feel you inside of me."
"You gave my father someone to think about as his life succumb to old age. A great gift. You never stopped writing. You gave him so much joy! Now I'm here to give you joy for the rest of your life.
Patrick began removing Tad's clothes slowly. They pulled their own underwear down. Patrick spread Tad's legs. Then he playfully slapped his 8-inch hard cock on Tad's chest repeatedly. The young man was in euphoria as Patrick got on top of Tad. Patrick licked the pre-cum off of Tad's piss hole. And he brought his cock up to Tad's mouth. Greedily Tad licked and sucked the man's huge cock. He swallowed a lot of pre-cum.
"You made my father happy and now I'm going to make you happy. With sweat and saliva Patrick played with Tad's pink tight hole and licked it. "I'm big and you're tight." He leaned to a coffee table and found some lube. Then smeared it on his cock and Tad's begging hole.
Tad howled moaned and groaned. "Patrick, you feel like a God in my little hole. Patrick kissed Tad as he slowly invaded the inner sanctum of Tad's body.
"Your hole is so tight and so warm, sucking me into you.' They kissed wildly like young lovers.
"Oh God! Fuck me. Fuck me Hard!" The moaning was musical. The panting and grunts were the choir. Tad was so full of hard, long cock, swaying back and forth, in and out with conviction, love and admiration."
"Cum! Cum up my hole. I want to feel you inside of me forever, Patrick."
