The following story is a work of fiction. All celebrities presented here are real people, but they are treated as characters in this story. The text in no way implies any knowledge of the celebrities' true sexuality or actions, and it is not intended to suggest that the celebrities are straight, bisexual, or homosexual. This is from my imagination only; the events depicted here involve sexual acts with a minor, are fictional, and should not be considered fact. If you are underage in your location or offended by this type of story, please do not read.
For legal reasons I've had to keep the identity of the famous teen singer purposefully vague, but feel free to let your imagination run wild. This is my first time writing, but if you like it and want more please shoot me an e-mail!
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My name is Josh and I live in LA. I come from rural Ohio and was blessed with a naturally athletic body and bright blue eyes. In high school I used to get all the girls, and a few of the boys too. When I graduated I decided not to go to college, but instead to head off to California, the land where dreams come true. I've been trying to become an actor or model for the past few years but without many jobs, and bills to pay, I've had to work in catering. I've been working for a company that caters big media events for the past year and I've earned the trust of the higher ups. So needless to say I was psyched to hear that our company had been hired to cater a big music awards show, and that I'd been assigned to the backstage trailers. I'd catered trailers before and though its thankless work, I'd found that there were some perks. Last month at a VH1 event I'd snuck back into a trailer after the show and ended up finding some of Kim Kardashian's underwear and sold em on Ebay for a cool $5,000. A very nice tip if I may say so myself.
Anyway, the show rolled around and it was a hectic night. My job didn't really involve seeing any celebs, more a matter of laying out food in the trailers before they arrive, then cleaning it up once they left, but I caught a glimpse of Gaga and saw Kanye and his entourage. It was a crap job but I kept reminding myself of the payday I had coming.
Finally the show was wrapping up, and I had to start cleaning out trailers. The backlot was pretty abandoned and I figured if I was going to be supplementing my income, this was the time. And I knew which trailer to hit up first, the one marked `JB.' After his big win tonight, I was hoping maybe he left something that would be valuable to collectors. The girls seemed to love the kid. And who could blame them, there was definitely something about the cocky little fucker that gave me a bit of a tingle in my jock. My cock started to grow and I had to clear my mind. There would be plenty of time to beat my meat later, right now I needed to stay focused.
I quietly opened the door to the luxurious trailer and slipped inside, the lights were off and it seemed like the kid and his posse had left in a hurry. I locked the door behind me, in case any supervisor came looking for me. Empty cups and plates littered the floor. But there were coats still up on the rack and a pair of shoes by the door. Looks like some clumsy quick-changes had gone on in here. I quickly began reaching in the pockets of the coats, hoping that maybe there was some kind of celeb memorabilia left over. I had a feeling teens would pay the big bucks for something authentically his...
That's when I heard it, a muffled thud from somewhere further back in the trailer. I froze. My first thought was that someone had beaten me here. Another menial laborer looking to score some money off celebrity. I knew I should bolt but I figured it couldn't hurt to see who else was sneaking around. I titptoed towards the back room and began to see light shining dimly through a cracked door. As I snuck closer the sounds became more bizarre. There was thudding, but also a high moaning. I was confused by this point, but I decided to go for it and peek through the crack in the door. What I saw I wont ever forget.
Lying on a bed, eyes shut was the naked (but for socks) teenage heartthrob. His back was arched and he was thrusting his hard dick into his hand. His body was almost entirely raised off the bed and his face was a silent scream of pleasure. I couldn't believe what I was seeing, but my cock started to harden instantly. With each thrust, his young lean body would flex upward, driving his pale, uncut penis into his clenched fist. His abs tightened at the peak of each thrust, showing off the beginnings of a six-pack. His skin was smooth and alabaster, with only a light puff of soft brown hair under each arm and above his groin. With each thrust he would let out a hoarse little moan and the bed would thud into the wall behind him. My dick was fully hard and I groped it furiously through my black dress pants. I realized that this might be the hottest thing I'd ever seen, it was like watching a beautiful little angel in his most private moments. Each moan was a little louder and each thrust a little higher. Suddenly threw his head back and moaned.
"Oh yeah dude, show me your big fat dick."
My jaw nearly dropped to the floor. He let out his biggest groan yet and bit his plump lower lip. I didn't know if I could take any more. And I moaned. Not on purpose -- and I stopped myself as soon as I realized that I was making noise -- but it was too late. He froze and his head snapped in my direction. I'd been caught red handed.