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Improvisation	By : Rina76 Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Tokio Hotel Views: 1721 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not know Georg Listing, Tom Kaulitz, Bill Kaulitz or any members of Tokio Hotel. This story is a complete work of fiction and not true. I don't own this fandom am not making any money from the writing of this story.

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Over the next couple of weeks, Georg and Tom see each other every night in the privacy of one of their trailers, making sure nobody witnesses anything incriminating. Everyone on set knows that they are good friends so it’s not unusual for the pair of actors to hang out after work, but Tom and Georg don’t want anybody to think anything else is going on. Which, of course, it is. When they’re alone with the door locked and all the windows shut and curtained securely, the two males experiment together sexually, touching and kissing. They practice giving blow jobs to each other, both of them getting better at it and not gagging anymore, although Tom still doesn’t like to swallow. Georg has learned to like the taste of semen so it doesn’t bother him any longer. He loves pushing Tom back, licking and nibbling down the teen’s beautiful body, and then sucking him slowly until Tom is moaning and panting and coming in Georg’s mouth. They experiment on the couch, lying on the bed or in the shower, but only going as far as each other will allow. And being the more submissive one in the pairing, Georg allows Tom to do pretty much anything he likes. Tom grows bolder and bolder with his hands as each night goes on, lightly caressing Georg’s private entrance with one finger during oral sex, discovering that his older co-star really likes that.
Emboldening himself even further, Tom digitally penetrates Georg in the shower one evening after washing him with soap. While stroking Georg’s cock with one hand, Tom probes between the firm cheeks of the other man’s ass and starts to push inside, Georg willingly parting his thighs and having a spectacular orgasm because of Tom’s slippery, yet careful, fingers. Tom is very proud of himself for going that far. Georg isn’t allowed entry into Tom’s body, not yet anyway, but he is thankful for what Tom has let him do and has done for him up till now, in spite of the boy’s fidelity woes. He hasn’t said anything but Georg knows Tom still feels guilty for having a girlfriend. However, Georg is grateful just to be with Tom, no matter what. Although he’s sharing Tom with someone else at present, Georg clings to the hope that Tom will love only him one day. Because Tom said so, didn’t he? He told Georg that if he ever fell for a guy, it would be him. And Georg is still young; he can wait for Tom. He’d wait forever for him.
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One particular night it’s raining. Hell, it’s more than just raining, it’s fucking storming. Judging by the overcast sky, the heaviness in the air and slowly gathering grey clouds, Georg and Tom knew a storm was brewing all day but the heavens didn’t burst open until they were safely ensconced in their own trailers after work ended. It’s pouring down and there’s house-shaking, booming thunder and great forks of bright silver lightning zigzagging across the sky. There are even intermittent periods of dice-sized hailstones hitting the roof and walls of their temporary homes, clattering against the windows like hundreds of small rocks. Though the region is nowhere near Tornado Alley, this is the kind of weather where huge funnels come out of the sky and start sucking up everything in their paths.
It’s supposed to be Tom’s turn to come over but Georg does not expect the kid to venture out in this violent squall. Even Tom’s not crazy enough to do that. Although they would dearly love to see each other after a hard day’s work for some stress relief, all the two co-stars can do is hang out in their respective trailers and wait for the storm to pass. However, going by the sheer force of the wind and the sheets of water bucketing down, it doesn’t look like it’s going to pass anytime soon.
After a huge, loud crack of thunder, the power suddenly goes out and Georg is plunged into darkness so the actor breaks out his emergency reserve of candles and lights them, setting them up on the tables and bench tops so he can see. With no power, that means no TV, no stereo, no nothing, so he is forced to amuse himself in another way. Being made up of XY chromosomes, the male gene, this leads to one easy, natural form of entertainment.
Masturbation. The lonely man’s friend.
Sitting on his mattress, Georg reaches into his beside drawer and pulls out a brown paper bag. Out of that bag he takes a small tube and another object, something long and pink and very much resembling a necessary part of the masculine anatomy. A phallic object, or for lack of a better word, a dildo. Georg had bought it that afternoon from an adult novelty store in a neighbouring suburb just before the storm hit. Fuck, it was so embarrassing. He had to psych himself up to walk in that door by becoming another person. It was the only way he could do it. He had to go inside in character. He waltzed in there not as Georg Listing, petrified sex store novice, but as Miles Vanderwolf, self-assured, been-there-done-that slick-haired stallion. He acted like he knew exactly what he wanted when he really had no idea what to get. He became Miles; he talked like Miles, moved like Miles and even flirted with the sales girl like Miles would. Thankfully, she didn’t recognize him as a celebrity.
The sales girl was very helpful and once Georg told her he was looking for a toy for his girlfriend, she pointed him in the right direction, showing him all the different vibrators and dongs and fake dicks in the shop. Georg had no clue there were so freaking many. She eventually persuaded him to buy this one. It isn’t battery operated (because Georg is pretty sure Tom’s dick doesn’t actually vibrate, plus the high-pitched buzzing noise would be a major turn-off) but it is shaped like the real thing, even down to the attached pair of testicles and the veins along the shaft. It’s a pinky-flesh hue, almost skin toned. The bright blue and purple ones were too lurid-looking for his liking and it’s not made of hard, cold plastic like some of the others were; it’s made of realistic-textured latex - firm but with a little give and slightly warm to the touch.
The sales girl picked out some mango-flavoured lube to go along with the dildo. Chicks absolutely love it, she said and Georg was not about to inform her it wasn’t for a chick but his own shame-filled self. He paid for his purchases with cash and got the heck out of there. Back in his truck, he ditched the Vanderwolf persona, groaning and blushing horribly while burying his burning face in his hands. Good thing he’s such an adept actor. Still, it was singularly the most degrading experience of his life but he had to do it. He figures that if he’s going to get Tom to screw him, he may as well prepare himself so that when it actually happens, it goes as smoothly as possible. He doesn’t want any pain or discomfort because if Tom knew he was hurting Georg, he would stop and not go any further. And Georg doesn’t want that. He wants Tom inside of him. The whole way. He wants Tom to be able to enter him as easily as entering his girlfriend and the only way that’s going to happen is if Georg gets himself ready. If he practices.
And that’s what the nine inches of moulded, flesh-coloured latex in his hand is for.
Placing the dildo beside him, Georg takes off his shirt and his pants and reclines onto the bed, unclothed. He can see what he is doing quite well thanks to the candles on his bedside table. The small flickering points of light cast changing shadows across his bronzed figure, falling into the hollows of his collarbones and navel and highlighting every muscle in his contoured chest, waist and abdomen. He starts off by softly stroking his stomach and thighs while thinking about Tom, about kissing those delicious pierced lips and undressing the kid’s supple, slender body and it isn’t long before there is the shadow of an erect penis on his belly.
Georg makes a sighing sound, wishing his teenage lover could be here to touch him in person. Soon, he is using his right hand to stimulate himself, his long fingers wrapped around his own length, slowly moving up and down. Ever since he grew pubes, he’s had over ten years of getting to know what his man-bits do and don’t like. But there’s one bit he hasn’t really familiarized himself with yet, if you don’t count the odd scratch every now and then. That bit lies lower. Tom’s fingers have in been there (and it was incredible) but Georg’s haven’t yet. Once again thinking of the future, of how he can make sex with Tom go as fuss-free as possible, Georg has already shaved from front to back. He left a neat thatch of brunette curls on his lower abdomen, not wanting to appear like he’s eleven again, but anything below his dick has been whisked away with a razor. His hand goes down between his legs and he smiles, thinking that sleek and silky is good. Tom will like sleek and silky.
He resumes stroking his dick and playing with his now-hairless balls. When he starts producing pre-come, he opens the tube of lubricant and deposits some onto his fingers. The scent of ripe mangoes fills the air and mingles with the honeyed beeswax perfume of the burning candles. He keeps jerking off, the tendons and veins standing out on the back of his hand with the exertion. Those veins also curve around and run up the inside of his arm, branching off into smaller channels, appearing blue under his skin. With his left hand, he spreads the clear gel between his legs and attempts to do what Tom did to him that night in the shower. At first, it’s kind of difficult but when Georg forces himself to relax and breathe, he finds that he can effortlessly slip one lubricated finger in. He experimentally moves his finger back and forth, noting that it is indeed tight in there, but also helpfully elastic. It is also very warm and the walls of his flesh are smooth, pliable and moist. It’s similar to probing in his mouth and touching the inside of his cheek. That’s what it feels like, only all the way around in a perfect tunnel. And tighter than, well, a virgin.
After he gets used to that sensation, the brown-haired actor tries a second finger, very carefully easing that in too. The frictionless lube is making it much easier than he thought it would be. He closes his eyes and works both of his hands at once, thinking back to the marvellous evening in the shower and it isn’t long before he has attained that same level of excitement, especially when he locates his prostate gland. Georg has a rough idea of where it is and bends his fingers up, exploring the front of his pelvic wall, looking for a small bump. He knows he has found it when a shock of shivery pleasure hits him in the gut, causing him to exclaim excitedly.
Just think, all those straight guys out there have no idea what they are missing! Trying a few different angles, he finally finds the correct one to rub the responsive gland while moving his fingers in and out of his entrance. His breathing escalates, becoming ragged and uneven. When he is ready, he removes his fingers and fetches the dildo. Georg smothers it with the colourless gel lubricant and brings it between his thighs. He has his feet on the bed, knees raised for greater access. He touches the life-like head of the phallus to his private opening, starts to apply pressure and then halts, uttering a curse.
The thought that he is going to put something inside himself that’s made of skin-toned rubber is almost too much for Georg to handle. God, if anyone knew what he was doing, particularly Tom, he’d just die. He feels like some kind of sexual deviant for having a dildo in his hand but he makes a deliberate choice to stop thinking of it as a toy, and more in the context of it being Tom’s cock. Yeah. That’s more like it, he tells himself, relaxing and getting into the moment again. It’s not an artificial dong, it’s Tom. It’s Tom and Georg wants this. He wants Tom to fuck him. And, in his fantasy, Tom wants to just as badly. Georg begins to act out the scene, murmuring his lines and conjuring up in his mind the sound of Tom’s voice replying to him.
   “I want you inside of me, Tom,” he says softly.
You do?
   “You know I do.”
You want me now?
   “Mmm, yes,” Georg purrs, rubbing the fake penis against himself, as if Tom is teasing him. “Right now.”
He imagines Tom above him, lying between his thighs, the kid propped up on his elbows and staring down at Georg with those dark-coffee eyes, long blond hair framing his fine-boned face like a curtain. In Georg’s brain, Tom’s luscious lips move.
Ready for this, G?
   “Hell yeah,” Georg whispers. Fantasy-Tom gingerly but insistently presses against his shaved cleft while in the real world, Georg pushes the gelled latex cock towards himself and holds his breath. He feels the tip of it going into him, stretching him. He’s being very careful so the pain is minimal but he relishes the slight burning sensation because it means once it is over, he won’t have to experience it again. It means he is one step closer to not being a virgin. He releases his held breath when realizes the end of the dildo is fully in. His muscles are holding it there so it doesn’t slip out again. Now that initial section is in, it will pave the way and the rest should follow without too much trouble.
You okay, Georg?
   “Yes,” Georg replies to the imaginary voice. “Keep going.”
Inch by indescribable inch, Georg pushes the long object inside himself. He goes in a bit, then back a bit, then in further, expanding the muscular entrance to his body, coaxing it to relent and allow admission to the remainder of the solid, slippery length of rubber. This process seems far too slow for Georg and so he sucks in a fortifying breath and jerks his wrist forward and the mock-penis sinks in right up to the balls, which Georg holds in his hand. At the quick penetration, he gasps and jolts, not in pain but at the unfamiliar, sharp fullness in his belly. It’s in. The entire thing is inside of him. He’s done it. Except, it’s not supposed to be Georg doing this, it’s supposed to be Tom. Resuming the fantasy, he closes his eyes and slowly pulls the dildo out, but not all the way, only to the knob of it, and then back in. Withdrawing a second time, he angles the tool upwards, to touch his prostrate, and as it smoothly glides in again, he shudders and groans Tom’s name.
   “Oh, Tom. That feels so good…” As Georg’s desire increases, so does the pace of his dual masturbating. Screwing himself with the dong while his other hand jacks his prick is a little awkward but he soon finds a rhythm, thinking of Tom above him, the boy’s slim body moving against Georg’s, thrusting inside with steadily increasing strength.
You like that, Georg?
“Yes…Ah, yes. Don’t stop…” Georg increases the speed and depth of his self-stimulation. He is starting to get sweaty and his face is flushed. “Harder. Oh God, harder…”
Georg imagines Tom dominating him and taking charge, Tom grabbing Georg’s legs and lifting them over his shoulders for deeper penetration. He pictures Tom driving a thick, hard cock into Georg’s virgin hole, over and over, possessively and roughly. Georg is so far into his fantasy, he can smell the saltiness of Tom’s sweat and hear the sounds of their flesh smacking together meatily and heavily. He can see Tom staring down at him, lust and pleasure darkening the teen’s already dark eyes, can see the kid’s long blond hair all stringy and wet, dangling and swaying around his triumphant face as he bangs Georg so far into the bed it’s a wonder he doesn’t meet the floor.
   “Fuck me, Tom, please,” Georg pants deliriously as he pumps the dildo in and out of his body in quick jabs. “Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me…”
Grinding his teeth, Georg shoves the rubber dick in deep one final time and ejaculates all over his hand and sheet in explosive surges. He writhes and jerks on the mattress, cursing and gasping with ecstasy until there’s nothing left inside him to expel.
Taking the sex toy out, Georg lays there on his back in limp exhaustion. His whole body tingles and throbs with aftershocks and his heart is thumping crazily. Strangely, though his co-star is yards away and nowhere near talking distance, Georg has never felt as close to Tom as he does right now. His eyes closed, Georg can feel Tom’s presence, his warmth, as if the boy is really here in the bed with him, panting and recuperating from his own climax, as if they had really gotten intimate and just made wild, passionate love.
Reluctantly, Georg lets his fantasy dissipate and comes back to reality. He sighs, opening his eyes and gazing at the candles on the table nearby, the bed empty beside him. As much as he hates to admit it, Tom did not just screw him. He did that to himself. Mixed with his disappointment that it was all an elaborate role-playing scenario, Georg does feel somewhat proud of himself for what he has accomplished. He took a whole nine inches inside his body with only the barest twinge of pain. And he’s never come so hard in his life. If this is what it feels like having sex with a piece of rubber, imagine how earth-shaking it’s going be doing it with real live Tom!
With that buoying thought in mind, he climbs off the bed and goes to wash the lube and sperm off his hands.
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