Lockdown with Dan Osborne

By Lidon Dyte

Published on Apr 4, 2020

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LOCKDOWN WITH DAN OSBORNE - PART 1

DISCLAIMER - This is a work of pure fiction and fantasy.

Feedback please to lidon.dyte@gmail.com

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Young gay reporter ends up in lockdown with buff TOWIE hunk and UK reality TV personality Dan Osborne

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Hey there. I'm Trent, a junior reporter for GuyNews, a popular celebrity news and gossip website based in New York City. 22 years old, in decent shape I guess ... and, yeah, gay. What a sterotype huh. I don't plan on doing this forever ... my dream is to become a serious news journalist at CNN or WaPo. But you gotta start somewhere.

"His name's Dan Osborne. He's 28 and well known in the UK, looking to make a name here in the States. Did well in their Celebrity Big Brother."

Mark Keane, the editor at GuyNews, gave me the lowdown on the next Z list celeb I was supposed to interview. I googled the guy. Standard reality TV showpony, I thought. Yeah he's good looking with the mandatory jacked physique. Yawn. These Brits are like 10 years behind Jersey Shore.

We met in a suite at the Orpington Hotel in downtown Manhattan. I had just set up for the interview when there was a knock at the door and Dan entered. Fuck, he was very good looking in the flesh - and huge. Easily six and a half feet tall with muscles bulging in all the right places through his tight T-shirt. Stylish ink adorned his massive cobra-like arms. His ripped designed jeans were a standard fit but still bulged obscenely with his colossal thighs and a well-packed crotch.

"'ello mate," he boomed in a sexy deep Brit accent, grinning a perfect smile and offering one of his huge meaty paws in a handshake. "Not late, am I? Traffic was fuckin' awful."

"Um... no, I just got here," I regained my composure and shook the stud's hand. Fuck, he was powerful. Crushing my hand as his grin widened in a friendly but very masculine manner.

"Cool, great," he said. "Where d'ya want me. Over here, yeah?" He was full of energy, clearly a typical gymbunny, and a proper alpha male too. Confident but matey, not threatening. Fuck, he really was hot.

The interview went fine - Dan was really easygoing and friendly. And actually pretty funny, cracking a few jokes at his own expense, poking fun at his own celebrity. "Good job I'm fuckin' tall," he boomed, "otherwise you'd never tell the difference!" he said of a picture of him towering over his showmates from "The Only Was is Essex" - some UK reality show he'd started in. "Bit like Lurch from the Adams family eh!" he broke into that devastatingly handsome grin again.

"I dunno," I joked, "you're as tall as him but do think you're as good looking as Lurch?"

"Haha, you cheeky cunt," Dan laughed. "Yeah, maybe on a good day."

We were soon chatting like old buddies. Sorry, "mates". Dan was loud, borderline cocky, but such a nice guy. And seriously fucking hot. As we chatted he would occasionally reach up a hand to rub the back of his head, treating me to an insanely erotic display as his colossal bicep cannonballed and flexed under that gorgeous tanned inked skin. His other habit was grabbing his well-packed crotch to adjust his clearly ample junk, his big manly hand groping subconciously at that mouthwatering bulge between those massive ham-like thighs.

After about an hour, we were done. We shook hands again. I was sorry to see the guy go ... idiot I am, I'd started to develop a bit of a crush on the manly straight hunk. But it had been fun, and not to be crude, but I definitely had some top class wanking material for later.

"You'll make me look good in the write-up, yeah?" Dan grinned.

"I'll do my best," I smiled back. "Might take a while though..." I joked back but my voice went high and I blushed slightly. Dan caught it and raised an eyebrow. Shit, he knew I fancied him. But then, fuck it, he's gotta be used to the attention.

"You are a cheeky cunt," he laughed again. "It'd better be good or I'll have to come and sort you out." He winked mischeavously. Fuck, what a hunk. I could only laugh and try not to blush further.

He turned to leave; I drank in the sight of his huge muscular back stretching insanely at his Tshirt, one final treat before the straight married stud left forever. But as he opened the door, a stocky black guy from hotel security ushered him back in.

"I'm sorry sir," he said, "but there's been a major incident in the city and we're in lockdown. You'll both have to remain in this room until further notice."

The hunk looked confused. "Nah mate," he said. "I've got a flight to catch, back to the UK. I gotta get to the airport, mate. My wife's waiting for me."

The security guard fixed Dan with a serious stare. "I'm sorry sir," he said firmly. "But it's the orders of the NYPD. Nobody is allowed to leave their room until the situation has been declared safe. Your wife will be in the same situation."

"What is it?" I asked. "What's happened?"

Security turned to face me. "We don't have all the details yet, sir", he was polite but firm. "Look, I'm sorry guys, but you're gonna have to sit this out and wait. OK?"

Dan sighed but could see that further argument was useless. "Yeah, OK, thanks mate," he said. "Any idea how long it's gonna be?"

"At least 24 hours," security said. "That's what the NYPD have said, and that's all we know. Look, I gotta make sure the other guests are secure. Stay in here, OK?"

"OK. Yeah, OK."

The door clicked shut. My heart was racing, wondering what the fuck had happened. It barely registered that I was alone with this huge manly handsome hunk and would be for the duration of this lockdown.

"Um... you wanna see what's going on?" I broke the silence and reached for the TV remote.

"Fucking hell, yeah mate," Dan pulled up a seat next to mine, facing the large plasma TV screen. "Crazy innit."

I turned switched on to CNN. Images of police and other emergency services, sirens blaring, racing around upper Manhattan. Smoke billowing and several buildings on fire. Some sort of terror attack, but there were also reports of people showing signs of radiation poisoning in emergency rooms. A dirty bomb? Fuck.

"Oh, man," Dan was staring wide-eyed at the screen. "Jesus. Looks fucking bad."

"Yeah," I glanced at him. He was sitting right next to me ... and fuck me he looked stunning. While his colossal muscular body was a feast for the eyes, his face was also strikingly handsome - a strong, chisled jawline was completmented with a fleshy straight nose and large blue eyes. God, he was a stunningly good looking dude.

After a while we agreed to switch off the news and pass the time with a movie. The hotel service had opened up all the channels for their captive guests, so we had the pick of the latest titles. Turns out we both loved action movies so we loaded up the latest blockbuster and cracked open a couple of beers from the minibar.

"Wanna move onto the bed?" Dan asked, taking a swig from his beer. "I love watching movies in bed. Much more comfortable."

I tried to keep my cool as my head spin. "Yeah, sure," I squeaked. Dan laughed again at my nervousness.

We sat side by side on the king size bed, inches apart. I could feel the heat from the straight stud's insanely huge muscular body. As the beers took hold I could feel myself getting hornier ... not helped by Dan's increasing habit of rubbing his crotch and flexing his huge arms.

"Do you know what mate?" Dan turned to me as the credits rolled. "I am Horny. As. Fuck." One of his big manly paws has rested on his crotch and gave it a slow, erotic squeeze. "Was expecting to be back with my wife by now, wasn't I, haha."

"Fuck man," I gave a nervous smile. Deciding to take the chance, I gulped heavily. "What, you want some help with that.. or something..?" I tried to sound joking, like we were just buddies horsing around.

Dan was looking directly at me now as he continued to rub at his lovely plumping junk. "Yeah?" he intoned in that sexy deep Essex accent.

"Well you are our guest here Mr Osborne," I tried to keep my voice level. "And, um, I guess I feel bad that you've got stuck here... so if we can help then.. y'know.."

The hunk sighed heavily ... his breath was hot and sweet and I could smell the beer on it. The TV had fallen silent and the screen turned blue. The stud's handsome face was just inches from mine and looking directly into my eyes, trying to gauge how serious I was. The beer had started to give me a bit more courage and I managed to stare directly back. Jesus, he was a fucking handsome dude.

Eventually he spoke, his tone now serious. "Whatever happens in here stays in here, yeah?" his low, deep voice was insanely erotic. "Yeah?"

I gave a slightly more confident half-smile. "Sure. Lockdown bro code applies," I said deadpan.

Dan grinned slightly. "Lockdown bro code," he chuckled slightly. "Yeah, I like that. Sounds good to me mate."

TO BE CONTINUED...

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