Famous Person: So You Know German?

In September 2009, I made a quick beeline to Palm Springs to see Marcus get married. This was a long time coming, as he and I became friends when I lived in Los Angeles ten years prior after a miserable encounter between us. He liked black guys, and I had a thing for older, black men which made us connect, but the sex was horrible, and we learned we were better suited as platonic friends than guys with big dicks who wanted to hookup.

"I'm done being a whore," said the then-38 year old. "Jack has my heart, and that's all I'm saying."

Marcus was a paid musician who'd struggled as of late when he met Jack, a billionaire who owned a few lucrative businesses. When he announced he was getting married to Jack, Jack reached out to pay for me to fly to Palm Springs to meet him, and receive my blessing for taking the hand of one of my closest friends. Like me, Marcus was an active top who was a sucker for a fat ass, but Jack, with his deep pockets, and manner of just being serendipitous, managed to claw my friend to become monogamous.

"I can't see myself with anyone else," Marcus texted me after I departed.

And I was sold on it, for Marcus wasn't an easy man to lock down. Time rolled along and Jack paid for all of Marcus' friends and family to come to Palm Springs to attend the wedding of a lifetime. Marcus made me his best man, and there were approximately 75 to 100 people who attended "The Good House," a venue listed technically in Desert Hot Springs. The air was filled with expensive fragrances the same as good vibes, with beautiful men coming from as far as Africa, and Europe to attend. Most of the attendees were gay men, and each of them dapper in his own right with one in particular who caught my eye.

"Gentlemen. I consider you both married, and no longer a shacking couple. Kiss each other to make this union complete," said the handsome pastor before the two passionately smooched in front of us all.

The party kicked off officially after they kissed, with a live band playing jazz, rhythm and blues, and even rock hits. The bartender hooked me up with my gin and juice cocktail, and I hit the dance area with drink in one hand, and cigar in the other after hugging the two groomsmen in a congratulatory manner. A good portion of the men stood to the side to mingle, and watch those of us who danced, and I stepped in my suit while giving a show, and catching the eye of one stubbled gentleman standing nearby. We caught eyes, and I mosied to the side where Marcus stood to find out who this gorgeous gentleman was.

"That's Tommy," he said. "You might not be ready for him."

"Not ready? What you mean," I asked Marcus before looking back at the guy.

The guy had a drink in hand, and stood alone as he clearly was looking my way for my attention.

"That man will turn you out," Marcus said.

Marcus' words spurred me to dance my way in "Tommy's direction," and what I found would turn my world upside down.

"I'm Craig," I told the looker.

"Thomas," he replied, with his hand extended for a shake.

I noticed he had a German accent, a turn on I experienced with one of my former lovers. Thomas seemed a bit reserved, yet warm, and smelled the best of everyone in attendance.

"You move like that, I may have to have you teach me a thing or two," he said as he admired my dancing.

"I'm just moving to the music," I told him.

"Well, you've got some moves, Craig," he replied before taking a sip of his drink. "Are you alone?"

"I am," I told him. "Marcus is one of my best friends."

"I've known Jack since his company catered one of my events back in Stuttgart," he stated.

"So you are German," I asked.

"I am, and how could you tell," Tommy added as his face lit up.

"Lass meien hund auf dein.... bein pinkeln," I told him.

"Excuse me," he asked as he wrinkled his face.

"I'm asking you out for dinner," I said. "I speak a little German."

I took German in college some years prior, and thought I was pretty fluent until Tommy told me otherwise.

"Young man, you just told me you let my dog urinate on your leg," he said before bursting into laughter.

"I tried," I said.

"Not good enough," he replied before he gave me a wink. "For the record, I'm here in the area for another three days, before I fly back to Germany. I would love to spend some time with you."

My heart melted as this man, who looked familiar, chose to accept my suggestion. I was slightly taller than the hairy gentleman who might've been in his mid to late 60s, and was smitten with his charm, and of course his scent. I looked him up and down as he stepped away to refill his drink, and paid special attention to his gait, wondering if he had underwear on. We had people around us celebrating as wall huggers, and yet it felt like he and I were the only ones in vicinity. The reception ended, and I would hug Marcus and Jack before heading to my rental to head to my hotel.

"Where are you running off to," Tommy asked.

"Back to my hotel," I said.

"Follow me. Let's go to old Hunters for a drink or two," he said, before I followed him in his rental.

We made it to a crowded Hunters, the infamous Palm Springs bar, but the place seemed dry on this one evening, so we decided to depart. He followed me around Riverside County until we made it to Redlands, to some establishment called The Overland, some quaint, simple spot that wasn't too loud, or too over the top.

We sat the bar, and some random, older females came up to us to show "Tommy" some love.

"I can't believe you're in Redlands," one said.

It didn't dawn on me who Tommy was until the ladies ran off titles of movies he allegedly played in. I listened as they talked, then pulled out my phone to see that this was no ordinary guy.

"Thomas, you're absolutely incredible," one of the women said before they walked off, with Tommy being humbled about the entire situation.

"I'm just glad they didn't hand me any panties," he said as they walked off.

I laughed, then it dawned on me more that he had a familiar face, along with a familiar voice. My mind wandered, then I looked through my phone still trying to figure out who this man was.

"Holy shit," I said to myself as a thought crossed my mind, and I began to swoon more, once I realized he was a voiceover for the character Scar, in the Lion King.

"Dude," I said. "You played in the Lion King?"

"I was just a voice," he dismissed as he read a part in a movie my nephews and nieces loved dearly (and made me watch each time I visited).

Our drinks came, and he couldn't stop smiling as he knew I was digging him.

"Does that mean you want to give me your panties," he joked.

I nudged him, and chided him for being so non-chalant and low key.

"I'm just another actor," he mentioned.

"You're a sexy one," I replied as now he had my full attention.

"And you know how to move," he said as he sipped his drink. "I know you're not a local. How long you here for?"

"Three more days," I told him as I lied through my teeth.

I was supposed to head back east the next morning, but he told me his date, and I extended my flight, as well as told my supervisor to extend my leave since I wanted nothing more than to see him again.

"You know, I'll be busy the next three days," he said. "What are your plans for the evening?"

My dick raged, and my mouth watered at the thought of an evening with this man. Thomas, mentioning his real name, was nothing short of fascinating, and something I wouldn't mind having my mouth on. His celebrity status meant nothing in the sex department: I just wanted a chance to knock this German's socks off.

"I wanna see you," I told him.

"I'm right here," he said with a smirk.

"You know what I mean," I told him before moving my chair closer to him.

He asked for the check, and would pay for our tabs before I booked a taxi for us to head back east.

"So we're just leaving our cars here," he said.

I told him yes, and that I would pay for the taxi that would have us retrieve our vehicles. The taxi came 10 minutes after we cashed out, as it was a big SUV with a barrier window between us and the driver. We fondled each other a bit while looking straight ahead, the both of us having raging hard ons. The SUV would drop us off at my hotel, and we rushed to the second floor of the hotel where we tried ripping each other's clothes off. I took Thomas' underwear and inhaled his scent, and became even more turned on smelling his cologne, mixed with his funk. His moist briefs sent me into a frenzy to where I overpowered him by pushing him on the bed, and making him part his legs to suck that thick, German cock. Thomas' middle contained a thick bush, with his big balls hairy all over, and tasting salty throughout. He pushed his legs near his ears, and I let my tongue venture from his taint to his hole, before putting my head back on his cock tip. He moaned, and cursed me in his native tongue while I gave pleasure, squeezing his cock through my lips as I went up and down that pulsating prick. I slipped a finger in his pink, tight hole, and bobbing my head on that cock while using my free hand to stroke my own stick.

"Craig, slow down," he begged as I only sped it up more. "Oh man, please, please, pleeeeease."

He wailed like a wounded pig while my right middle finger pressed down on his prostate, and his cock released a big, acidic tasting load down my throat as I made him bust. When he finished I still wiggled my finger inside of his hugging hole until he pushed it out of him. I kept stroking my own cock as I stood up, then climbed on the bed as he got a whiff of my musky nut sack, and a mouthful of my hot, sweet cum the same way he gave it to me. We ended up spending the night together in the room, cuddling, sleeping, then going for a second round at sun up during a "69" of which the both of us ended up swallowing a second load. He'd depart soon after, choosing to get his own taxi, and retrieving his vehicle without offering me a ride.

"This can never happen again," he told me as he rushed out.

I was no longer smitten, but satisfied for this quick beeline resulted in this: me getting a taste of one of Germany's famous actors. I extended my reservation, hung out more with Marcus and Jack, before I darted back for the east coast.