This story is about male/male relationships and contains graphic descriptions of sex.
You should not read this story if it is in any way illegal due to your age or residence.
This is a work of pure fiction. It mixes fictional characters and events with real people. However any real person mentioned in this work is purely an actor playing a part. This story in no way is meant to imply anything about the sexuality, personality, or behaviour of the actual person.
"OK, see you soon mate" said Harry Styles, bringing his iPhone away from his ear and clicking off the call. "He's in" he said, looking up at Louis.
"Cool" replied his bandmate, smiling. He and Zayn hadn't exactly seen eye to eye for a while, but he was still looking forward to another session with the guy.
"Guess I'll get another beer" said Harry, his eyes surveying the roomful of fucking still going on.
Harry wandered past the sofas where Tom Parker, Lee Ryan and Liam were taking poundings, and headed into the kitchen. He had just started to wonder where Dougie and Matt had got to, when he heard some noises coming from the utility room. He crept through the darkened kitchen and poked his head round the doorway into the neighbouring room, and couldn't help but break into a grin at what he saw. Dougie Poynter was bent over the washing machine, gripping the sides like his life depended on it, while Matt Willis hammered into him from behind.
"Hey boys" said Harry, "having fun?"
Matt and Dougie's heads both shot up, looks of surprise on their face.
"Don't mind me" said Harry, his grin getting wider. "Just getting a beer."
"We were just..." Matt started saying.
"...checking if the laundry's finished?" Harry laughed.
Matt smiled at him. "Yeah, but the load's not quite done" he replied.
"Well, you better get back on that" said Harry, winking at him and turning back into the kitchen. Behind him, he could hear that Matt had started pounding away at Dougie again.
Harry grabbed a beer from the fridge for himself, and then took a few more bottles to put out in the lounge for anyone else that wanted one. He then padded back next door to carry on enjoying the show.
By this time the other Harry had moved positions, and was now lying on his back on the floor, with Robin and James kneeling by his head feeding the McBusted drummer their cocks to continue sucking on. Pavel, meanwhile, was down at the other end, lathering up his enormous member while fingering Judd's cum-stained hole. Harry Styles watched as Kovalev pushed on Harry's knees to push his arse up higher, and then plunged his cock into the boy in one swift thrust. Judd groaned around James's cock, his eyes clenched shut at the pain of Pasha's rough entry, but he soon relaxed and started to enjoy the rhythmic thrusting from the Strictly dancer.
The main noise in the room at this point was the slapping of Duncan's thighs against Olly's bum, as he fucked the brains out of the Essex singer. Duncan's ripped body was covered in sweat as he used all his energy to pound the eager bottom, who was rocking back and forth in his bent over position from the force of the reaming he was taking. Duncan's bandmate Simon had his giant cock buried in Olly's throat, but Anthony had wandered away from this particular bit of action as he had seen something he wanted. Sam Callahan.
Never a particularly impressive contestant on X Factor, Sam had managed to keep a lot of people interested in him by posting image after image of himself in various states of undress on Twitter. Anthony had enjoyed these as he imagined everyone else did, and now that the boy was in the room he wanted to sample his ripped little body in person. Sam, however, was unaware of the interest he was garnering, as he stood between Aston and Austin so that he could watch Lee and Tom Parker get fucked up close.
Anthony stood behind the three short men for a while, mostly admiring Sam's body but also enjoying how it felt to be the tallest for a change. He then stepped forward and cupped Sam's bottom, causing the boy to jump and turn his head to find out who was behind him.
"Hey Mr Busker Boy" said Anthony, "how's about you join the other two on the sofa?"
"Wh...what do you mean?" replied Sam, his normal cockiness suddenly vanished.
"Well, instead of just watching guys get fucked, how about you try it out for yourself?" suggested Anthony.
"Bu...but...won't it hurt?" quivered Sam, suddenly feeling scared.
"I'll be gentle" Anthony whispered, raising his hand up to Sam's shoulder and gently pushing him forward. Despite an initial resistance, Callahan gingerly stepped forward, planted his knees on the sofa and then leant over the back, squeezed in between Lee and Tom. Both guys were rocking back and forth as they got fucked, with a dick planted between their lips, but Sam could tell they were enjoying it.
"OK, go for it" he quietly said.
Anthony smirked, and then got down on his knees so he could start to rim the fit young lad. Sam's hole puckered tightly when Anthony's tongue first touched it, but he soon relaxed as the pleasure of the gentle licking on his sensitive anus swept over him. He started to arch his back to open his bum cheeks even more, allowed Anthony deeper access to his crevice, and soft whimpers started to come out of his mouth as his secret desire to bottom started to come true.
Anthony rimmed Sam for a while, before gently starting to insert a well-lubed finger into the boy's hole. When Sam received it without protest, Anthony added another, and then another, and then finally had four fingers prodding in and out of Callahan.
"I think the boy's ready" he said to no-one in particularly, before removing his fingers, lubing up his cock and standing up behind Sam. He pressed the head of his dick against Sam's bottom, and then gently but firmly started to push in. About an inch in, Sam suddenly tensed and tried to jolt forward, causing Anthony to stop.
"Easy boy, easy" he said. "It'll be worth it."
Sam's whimpering hadn't stopped since the rimming began, but as Anthony began to press forward again the sounds turned into moans. Anthony buried himself to the hilt, and then held in position for a while to allow Sam to get used to being full.
"OK boy, here we go" he said, before starting to pull out and in of the formerly-virgin hole. "We'll start slow, but soon I'm gonna be giving you what these guys are getting!"
Sam closed his eyes, and started to whimper again.
Over on the other sofa, Niall was still gently stroking Liam's hair while his bandmate was being pounded by Max. Liam was gently resting his head on Niall's lap, his eyes closed, and his mind all over the place. Niall had said he loved him. Love. He was resting his head on the lap of a guy who loved him, while a bit of Mancunian roughage was fucking him. What the hell was happening?
Liam decided he needed to be out of this situation, so he started to work his arse muscles to bring Max to the edge. His expertise in this area never failed, and sure enough within a couple of minutes Max started to bellow as he blew his load into Liam. He slipped his cock out of the hole and collapsed sideways onto the sofa, giving Liam the opportunity he needed to stand up before anyone else tried to swoop in.
Liam looked down at Niall, who was now looking up at him with big doleful eyes.
"Come on" said Liam, extending his hand to his bandmate.
Niall took his hand and allowed Liam to pull him to his feet, and then they hurried off into the hall and up the stairs. Liam chose a bedroom and random, opened the door and pulled Niall in. He closed the door behind the Irishman, and then turned to face him in the gloom.
"Mate, I didn't..." Niall started to say, but Liam cut him off by stepping forward, taking his face in both his hands, and leaning in to kiss him. This time the kiss was not short. Niall threw his arms round Liam and held him tight, and Liam then did the same so that they were locked together while they explored each other's mouths, while they moaned lightly together, while they said what didn't need to be said.
Liam eventually started to push Niall towards the bed, breaking the kiss as he encouraged his lover to lie back. He then lay down on top of Niall, moving in to resume their passionate embrace. They kissed like neither of them had ever kissed, before Liam pulled his head back and gazed into Niall's eyes. They had both become used to the gloom, and in the soft blue of the moonlight from outside they could see the tears on each other's cheeks and the need on each other's faces.
"Make love to me" whispered Niall.
"You sure?" asked Liam.
Niall nodded, and Liam leaned in to kiss him again. Liam's lips then moved to Niall's neck, before he started to work his way down the Irishman's body. He kissed his shoulders, his chest and his nipples, he traced his tongue down the centre of his torso, and then he enveloped Niall's aching cock in his mouth. Just a few gentle sucks, and then he carried on his journey south, tracing his tongue down the impressive member to the balls. He nuzzled the hairy sacks, and then started to reach underneath with his tongue. Niall instinctively raised his legs, and Liam reached his final destination.
Niall's eyes had been closed, but as Liam began to gently lick his rosebud, he opened them again and gazed up and out of the window. He could see the trees outside swaying in the wind, the moonlight dappling through the leaves. He could hear the dull noises coming from downstairs as the party continued, but he could also hear the gentle noises some of the leaves made as they rubbed against the window. He could hear Liam breathing through his nose. He could smell Liam. He could taste Liam.
He thought of how long he had wanted this, and how much pain he had put himself through keeping this a secret. He thought of all the times he'd wanted to cry as he'd watched the other guys fuck Liam. He thought of how much he wanted to just reach out and hold the guy whenever it was his turn to throw him a pounding.
Now, here he was about to finally give it all up for Liam. Give it all. They were alone, and Niall was finally happy...
TO BE CONTINUED
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