What We Won't Tell
by Limpbiz-Kid

I was responsible for George Clooney while he was shooting "Oceans Eleven". In fact, I had to take care about George 24/7. The agency wanted to know about every step he does. I had to call them when he was at the set, I had to arrange everything from morning to night. First I was very excited to work with such a popular actor, but after a while we became sort of friends. It was the best thing we could actually do. I felt like his shadow sometimes, so we had to get along with each other. But that was no big deal, he is one of the nicest people I've ever met.

It was about three weeks after the very first take for the movie--I was sitting in George's van watching TV and waiting for him. I had a new version of the script he had to see urgently. The agency told me to hand it to him as soon he comes from the set. So I waited, and around 10 PM he finally stepped inside the van.

"What you still doing here?" he wondered.

"Got a new script here for you. You better learn the text. . . " I said.

He sat down first "Gosh I'm tired. That was just too much today"

"Want a drink or something?" I asked.

"I think I need sleep" he muttered.
"Umm . . . you need to read the new pages, George." I said. "Listen I'll get you a beer. You read the script and I give you a massage. What you think?"

He raised one eyebrow "Good idea. That's what I need now." he smiled. He took off his Jacket, kicked his shoes off, I could now see his black dress socks, he had worn all day. I walked over and handed him a beer from the fridge.

I start slowly to massage George's shoulders. He groan a bit and closed his eyes, laid back his head. I was real close to him now, could smell his sweat from working all day.

After a while I said: "Won't you take off your shirt, so I can do this here a bit better?"

He said nothing, just took his white shirt off, and threw it next to his shoes. He laid back, so he was right between my legs. We're both were sitting on the large couch, and I again began to give him a massage. He excitement of this was just too much for me. I mean, I could touch his neck with my lips, and his back was moving slowly between my legs. I let my hands slide down to his nipples, over his chest. I felt one nipple between two of my fingers and it was getting harder. I kissed his neck, his ear.

Finally he looked at me and smiled "What you doing?"

"There's something else I want you to do. . . " I said. "I want you to put your feet up here . . ."

So we sat face-to-face on the couch and he rubbed my cock through my pants with his feet. I took one of them in my hand and right under my nose. I sniffed George's footsweat and the warm smell of his worn socks.

"You like that, hmm?" he asked. He put one of his feet in my mouth, and I could taste his dress socks. His big toe was deep in my mouth and moved over my tongue. I could see that he liked it too, cause through his pants I saw an huge dick, still growing bigger.

After he took his feet out of my mouth, I unzipped his black dress pants and his big cock was released now. I slowly began to lick his dick and George laid back and enjoyed it. He took my head in his hands and then I got his cock in my mouth. I started to suck and after a bit I tasted his salty juice.

He said "Stop - I don't wanna come now."

He took off one of his socks, opened my pants and put the sock over my hard cock. "I will take care of this one later. . . " he said.

Then he took off the second black sock and tied it around his own dick, which was all hard and fully grown. He had beautiful feet, and I promised myself to give them my attention later tonight. But now I put his dick back in my mouth and began to suck again. He groaned louder and louder, telling me he would come any second. I won't stop sucking his hard dick or smelling his sock which was right under my nose.

He told me to stop, but I sucked and licked over his pink glans, tasting his sperm which was about to shoot out. With his eyes closed, his head shaking back and forth, George Clooney was getting real horny. Then, with a loud groan, he released his white salty cockjuice and I swallowed it all down. I buried my nose in the wonderful smell of his dress sock and sniffed it deep in.

After recovering, he kissed me and said "Gosh that was. . . amazing. We won't tell the agency about this! "

"Yeah, it was amazing, but. . . "

"But what?" he asked.

I pointed down to my dick, still hide in his worn sock.

"Oh, right." George smiled "Let me see what I can do. . . "

to be continued . . .

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