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This story is fiction and is not trying to imply anything about the sexuality of either Daniel MacPherson or Jonathon Wilkes.
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MacPherson and Wilkes - Part 1
Daniel yawned.
The rehearsals for his new play 'Godspell' were dragging on, only him and Jonathon Wilkes - with whom he alternated between the parts of Judas and Jesus - shut up in that small room all afternoon, going through their lines and the way they would play the parts.
He had started out casual, in jeans and his trademark ribbed top, but an hour ago or two ago it had become increasingly hot. A stressed PA had whirled into the room and apologized, but said they'd been overhauling the air conditioning, but something had gone wrong and now they couldn't keep the temperature below 23 degrees celsius.
As luck would have it, the two of them had spent that morning being fitted for their clothes - robes and loincloths.
Jonathon had laughed just a little too loudly when Daniel stuffed extra tissue paper down his loincloth, but who would ever have suspected the truth. That he, Robbie Williams's flatmate and biggest confidante was gay!
How he'd had trouble in hiding this. Robbie was always a 'lad' and Jonathon had simply played along with this. All those loose women he had fucked he had never really cared for, they were just a useful release for his built up tension. He'd always imagined he was fucking Robbie, Bryan Westlife, Johnny Shentall or some other hunk.
Heck, he'd seen Robbie in the nude enough. Not only was Robbie unafraid of showing off his thick 7" soft manhood by sometimes wandering around their flat naked, but it was Jonathon's' job to undress and put-to-bed the superstar when he was too pissed/stoned to do it himself.
Ahh, he remembered the time he had encouraged Robbie to take 2 of 'those' pills they got from Elton's 'special friend'. IT had completely knocked him for six, and in a moment of carnal lust Jonathon had unzipped Robbie's' trousers.
He had then proceeded to stroke the 'beast-within' through his boxers. To his surprise the phallus had started to rise. Checking that Robbie was actually out-of-it, he then quickly yanked the pants off. The now 10" cock sprung to attention. The thick pubic hair surrounded it around the top, while large, red-purple bollocks hung manfully below.
Although Jonathon was no expert, he could see that this tackle had seen some hell of action in its time.
"My God, how long had Robbie been fucking? He must have lost his virginity at 12 or 13!"
Continuing to rub in circular motions the head of this massive cock, he produced a large cherry-coloured hard-on. Unbuttoning his own flies, he'd started to rub his own massive hard-on, while slowly bending over. He now placed that Williams cock fully in his mouth. Just the tip, he licked it all over with his tongue, feeling the surface become increasingly hard.
Then using his other spare hand, he started to jack both his and Robbie's' cocks in unison.
Soon, he could feel Robbie's cock start to quiver, the sack rising ready to shoot its first, unknowingly, gay load. Jonathon too reached climax as Robbie spurted his large, thick load over Jonathon's exposed navel.
Ahh . . . he remembered every detail of that night. And how he had asked Robbie the next morning if he'd enjoyed the girl that they hadn't picked up last night. How surprised he was when Robbie replied
"I don't remember a thing about her, except she gave me the best fuck I've ever had. My dick is still horny!"
But back to the story . . .
"Daniels loincloth is adequately filled as it is!"
Jonathon thought as he stared at it in the shop. But as Daniel looked up to catch the reaction Jonathon would give to his prank, Jonathon thought he'd been caught out, staring like that. So he had put on the too false-a-laugh.
The first items that had come off that afternoon in the blazing heat were jumpers. The hot air coming from the vents had caused both actors to become quite tetchy, and what with the late night Daniel had the previous evening, tempers were becoming frayed.
He'd marched over to the window to let some cool air in, but become even more wound up when he realised these were electronically controlled, and thus immovable.
His well defined pecs showed through his light blue shirt, and Jonathon feeling hot himself decided to take his off.
The green F.C.U.K. shirt underneath also belied the fact he'd been spending much time at the gym lately.
As much of the production required them to be bare-chested, he had felt his beer belly and ill-defined pecs would look simply awful next to the fit torso he already knew from Neighbours. So he'd been doing 4 hours per day, for the last 3 months. This had paid off, as he now had a physique similar to Daniel.
Suddenly Jonathon had a simply amazing idea.
Giving the now calmer Daniel a flash of his famous dimpled smile, he suggested that they do a dress rehearsal of their duologues.
He'd expected Daniel to laugh this idea off, but was pleasantly surprised when he agreed
"Hey, it'll make it much easier when we come to the real thing, I'm for it!"
As were too polite to undress in front of each other, they agreed to get changed with their backs to each other.
As he slipped off this shirt, Jonathon's gaze steered upwards, and he saw something which made him say a little prayer to God.
It was one of those rounded security mirrors, which was in front of him, pointing to the other side of the room where Daniel had just taken his trousers off.
Whilst carrying on changing, he stared intently at Daniels arse. As he was bending over trying to take one of this socks off, his boxers had ridden up his crack, giving Jonathon a fine cast of the rounded cheeks which lay below.
Jonathon was transfixed by this sight. He'd first caught a glimpse of Daniels peachy arse on Children In Need night, when he'd stripped in 'Soap Studs Bare All'.
This had been enough to give him an instant boner that whole evening, which had climaxed in a freeze-frame slo-mo playback of him 'shakin his booty'.
Suddenly in an effort to pull one of his socks off, Daniel was spun round by the force of his own tug. His eyes met directly with Jonathon's' in the mirror . . .
TO BE CONTINUED (If there is enough interest) . . .