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.
Olly Murs jogged along the corridor of his plush London flat to get to the front door, where the repeated knocking made it clear his guest wanted to be let in quickly. He hadn't had time to sort himself out since the buzz on the intercom, so was still just dressed in a pair of Calvin Klein pants that hugged his much-admired bum.
Opening the front door, his mate Liam Payne rushed in wearing his typical cap and Raybans.
"About time mate" said Liam, as he hurried into the flat. "Your neighbour was staring at me."
"Haha" said Olly, "don't worry about her, she's cool."
"Yeah, whatever" said Liam, looking distracted. "You got a beer?"
"Sure" said Olly, heading for the kitchen. "Make yourself at home."
Olly made his way to the fridge, grabbing and pulling on a vest he had thrown over one of the stools, and then got a couple of cold Becks. He opened the bottles and then headed back to the lounge, but by this time Liam had opened the terrace door and was outside lighting up a cigarette. Olly padded out and handed a beer to his mate, before sitting down in a bench on the shade.
"Cheers" said Liam, taking a swig. "I needed this."
Olly smiled up and him, then nodded towards Liam's pack of cigarettes. "Mind if I have one?"
"All yours" replied Liam, settling himself down on one of the chairs and stripping off his jacket while Olly lit up.
"How's tricks?" asked Olly, blowing out smoke.
"Exhausting" replied Liam, taking a deep draw on his fag. "The tour is doing me in."
"Must be nice to be home for a bit though, right?"
"Fuck yeah. I'd almost forgotten what my place looked like."
Olly smiled at his friend, knowing full well what he meant. Although he often wished his career had taken off round the world like 1D's, he was grateful that his tours were shorter and closer to home.
They both sat for a bit, enjoying their cigarettes, beers and the peace on Olly's terrace.
"So" said Liam eventually, "I did want to ask you something."
Olly smirked, noticing Liam was fidgeting a bit and looking down. "Yeah?"
"I was, er, I was hoping you might come over to Harry's place next week, before we go back to America. We're having, er, a get together."
"Who is `we' this time?" asked Olly.
"I'm not totally sure to be honest" replied Liam, still looking a bit nervous. "All I know is that I'm the centre of attention."
"And?" smirked Olly.
Liam paused, and then sighed. "Mate, they're insatiable. Since Zayn left I'm on my own. I'm fucking knackered."
Olly smiled. Poor Liam. It was a wonder he was sitting down so comfortably.
It was when Olly had supported 1D on their tour of the States that he'd not only learnt what they got up to, but had become an active participant. It had all started one evening when Louis invited him to Harry's suite after a show in Anaheim. They had a few days before the next show, and were having a well-earned night of fun while they were still in LA. Olly had gone along expecting to just be drinking, jamming and talking the night away, but the boys had other plans. To cut a long story short, by the end of the night Olly, Zayn and Liam had taken several loads each up their arses from the other 1Ders and a whole host of visitors.
Thereafter Olly had been a regular attendee at the band's orgies. He liked to mix things up a bit, but did usually end up getting gang-banged. Liam was also versatile, but generally tried to maintain some level of dominance even when he was on the bottom. Zayn, on the other hand, had no such pretences. However the night started, he would always end up lying on his back, legs in the air, an ashtray on his flat stomach to aid his chain-smoking, taking as many loads up his arse as he could.
What Olly was now finding out was that Zayn's departure from the band had left Liam alone as the only willing bottom in the group, and he was clearly being used a lot. Harry, Louis and Niall would have been enough as it was, but Olly knew that the group's band, roadies and assistants usually joined in from time to time, so Liam must have been getting put through the ringer.
"So, you're looking for someone to take some of the focus?" laughed Olly.
"Yeah" sighed Liam. He looked up at Olly with a sincere, slightly desperate expression. "You in?"
Olly finished his cigarette, leaned forward and stubbed it out, before leaning back in his chair. Liam's expression seemed to be getting even more desperate by the second.
"Please mate, I need help."
Olly caught Liam's tone, and suddenly felt concern for his friend. "Are they hurting you?" he asked, leaning forward and putting his hand on Liam's knee.
"No" said Liam. "No, not really. Sometimes I need a break and I don't get one, but they're not doing anything, you know, dodgy."
"Fucking glad to hear it" said Olly. He sat back in his chair and gazed at Liam for a bit longer. "OK, I'm in" he said, garnering and immediate look of relief from his friend, "but on one condition."
"What's that?"
"You get Judd to help out too."
Olly was of course referring to Harry Judd, the studly drummer in McBusted. They were supporting 1D on some of the European dates, and Olly knew they'd probably be there at Harry's party.
"Do you think he will?" asked Liam, who had never known for sure if Harry Judd got involved in such things.
"Yeah, I reckon so" replied Olly. "Give him enough Jagerbombs and he'll bend over for pretty much any old fucker." Olly had ploughed the stud a couple of times himself, as well as lying down next to him on many more occasions while the two of them took on a whole room full of horny men.
"OK, said Liam, "I'll ask him."
"Nope" said Olly, with a jokingly stern expression on his face "you tell him."
Liam nodded solemnly, finished the last of his beer and then stood up. "OK" he said, "I'll text you the details."
"Sure" said Olly, relaxing back in his chair. Liam loitered for a few seconds, and then realising that he was going to be letting himself out, he grabbed his jacket and headed off home.
Olly looked at himself in the mirror. He was clean, shaven, his hair was sorted and he was wearing his favourite black jockstrap. He ran his hands over his hairy chest, and then down to squeeze his own arse cheeks. "Ready" he said out loud to himself.
Slipping on a pair of jeans and a T-shirt, he got into a pair of boots, grabbed a cap, his phone and the car keys, and then headed out. The drive to Harry's place would take no time, but he decided to go a longer route to take in the sights of a summer night in London (plus he wanted to be late). Eventually, he pulled up at the gates of the exclusive cul-de-sac, where he was buzzed in after only a couple of seconds. Someone was clearly waiting for him.
Once out of the car he headed up the steps of Harry's house, with the front door being opened has he approached.
"Mr Murs" said Louis, standing in the lobby wearing only a pair of jeans, "so glad you could make it."
"Tommy" said Olly, brushing past Louis as he went in. Their relationship had cooled a bit after Louis got a bit too aggressive during a fucking, and Olly now liked to take him down a peg whenever he could, often by using that nickname which he knew Louis hated.
Olly went round into the lounge, where he was greeted by a whole gaggle of men. There were: Harry, Niall and Liam; Tom, Danny, Dougie, Harry and Matt from McBusted (no James as usual); Max George and Tom Parker, formerly of The Wanted; and Dermot O'Leary. Olly smiled, and took a beer that Niall was handing to him.
"Evening gents" said Olly, raising his beer.
"Olly Olly Olly!" they all shouted back, smiling. The only one not smiling was Liam, who fixed Olly with a stare and then mouthed "thank you", looking genuinely sincere. Olly winked at him, and then settled himself down on a chair.
The boys all got drinking, many of them lighting up cigarettes while Louis made himself busy with the music. Then, with a smirk round to the rest of the group, he flicked a switch and "Great Balls of Fire" came on. A cheer went up and all eyes turned to Harry Judd, who had danced his way into the Strictly finals to that song. Judd groaned, and then stood up knowing what was required.
"Oi drummer boy" shouted Max, "lose the clothes and show us your moves".
Harry started to gyrate his hips as he stripped out of his clothes, revealing a bright red jockstrap underneath. The rest of the group cheered him on, enjoying the sight of his ripped body as he danced. When the track came to an end, Max again shouted in his direction. "Judd, get over here and set these balls on fire!"
Max whipped out his cock, and Harry went over and fell to his knees so he could start slurping on the Mancunian's impressive member. This got everyone else in the mood, and clothes started to come off everyone. Olly and Liam knew it was time to get on with their duties, and after stripping down to their own jockstraps they got on their knees so that the rest of the guys - all now naked - could start to make use of them.
Olly's first customer was Harry Styles, whose cock was soon down Olly's throat. Liam, meanwhile, was slurping on Niall's rigid pole, the Irishman holding his head firm with both hands. Harry Judd's McBusted bandmates sat together on the couch stroking their own cocks, while Tom Parker leant over on the other sofa so he could suck on Dermot. The guys all became quiet, with only the sounds of numerous blowjobs to be heard.
After a while, Danny Jones decided he wanted to move things on a bit, so got down on the floor behind his bandmate Harry, licked his fingers and started to probe the drummer's arse. Liking what he saw, Dougie Poynter also moved onto the floor and started giving the same treatment to Olly, whilst Matt Willis got behind Liam and started to get his pucker warmed up. Left alone on the sofa, Tom Fletcher got up and walked over to stand beside Dermot, offering the TV presenter his cock to slurp on while Dermot continued to enjoy Tom Parker's mouth. Throughout all this, Louis remained standing beside the music system, stroking his own member gently while watching everyone else.
Eventually the three boys doing the fingering decided it was time to change things up a gear, and reached for the various tubes of lube that Louis threw their way. Matt was the first to get himself ready, and then slid into Liam's well-used hole. Liam moaned around Niall's cock as his chute was stretched, but then quietened down as Matt started to pump in and out.
Dougie was next, pushing his long cock into Olly's rectum. Olly had taken it from Dougie so many times that he relaxed into the familiar feeling, never losing his oral rhythm on Harry Styles' cock. Dougie gripped Olly's hips to gain better traction, and then settled into a firm and deep fucking of his friend.
Danny watched the two other pairings get going, and then started to push his own lubed cock into his bandmate's behind. Harry Judd moaned loudly as he was penetrated, and carried on moaning with every thrust that Danny started to give him. As Danny's pace increased, Harry pulled off Max's cock and lay his head down on the Wanted singer's lap, but soon had his tongue reached out to gently dance on the base of the erect member and the fully-laden balls beneath.
Louis watched the trios do their thing, but a shuffling from the other side of the room grabbed his attention. Dermot and the two Toms had changed position, and he watched in surprise as Parker lowered himself onto Dermot's cock while the TV presenter sucked on Fletcher. Louis had heard that Tom Parker occasionally took it up the arse, but he wasn't expecting to see it happen tonight when they already had three bottoms lined up for a gangbang.
Tom gradually sat himself all the way down on Dermot, resting on Dermot's lap for a bit once he was fully penetrated. Then, with his arms pressed against the spread thighs beneath him, he began in earnest to push himself up and down, loving the sensation as the famous O'Leary cock seared through his backside.
The fuckings continued around the room for a while, before the guys kneeling on the floor started to get uncomfortable. Dougie got around this by just standing up, guiding Olly up into a bent over position while Poynter's cock was still embedded in his arse. Dougie then got back on with pounding his friend, while Olly continued to deep-throat Harry Styles. Nearby, Danny pulled out of Harry Judd, who stood up, turned around and then lowered himself onto Max's cock. Once settled, Danny presented his bandmate with his cock to suck, on which Harry could taste his own arse. Liam, meanwhile, was released by Matt and Niall, and headed over to one of the sofas where he got on his hands and knees. Niall took up position behind him and slid in, while Matt went over to offer his cock to Tom Parker to suck on while he continued to bounce up and down on Dermot's cock. Louis took in all the new positions, and then wander over to the sofa, sat down in front of Liam and encouraged his bandmate to give him his first blowjob of the night.
After a few more minutes, Dougie started to increase the speed of his pounding, and Olly knew he was about to get his first of many loads. He felt Poynter's cock expand in him, and as the boiling hot seed spewed into his guts he enjoyed Dougie's cries of pleasure from behind him. This seemed to get Harry Styles excited too, who lost his load down Olly's throat.
Dermot, meanwhile, started to moan around Tom Fletcher's cock, indicating he was injecting his seed into Tom Parker. While still ejaculating into Parker, Dermot was rewarded with a mouthful of Fletcher's cum, and as it dribbled down his chin the sight of it sent Matt over the edge. Parker, like Olly just before him, got a mouthful of jizz while his arse was being pumped full of the stuff.
Max was next to blow, filling up Harry Judd from behind just a second before Danny filled the drummer's mouth. However, on the other sofa the fucking of Liam was still some way off being done, as Niall's legendary stamina meant he could keep his orgasm at bay for as long as he wanted. He pounded his friend doggy-style, while Liam slurped and swallowed Louis's cock. Louis had less staying power, however, and Liam knew he was near the edge when he felt his bandmate's hand move on to the back of his head and start firmly pushing him onto his cock. Liam concentrated on working the cock, keen to get Louis to blow before he got any more aggressive, so he swallowed it as deep as he could and then used his throat muscles to full effect. Louis went over the edge, and emptied his balls down his bandmate's throat. Liam took the whole load, then dislodged the cock from his throat glad that the typical Tomlinson ordeal was over.
With most cocks emptied, the boys rested on the sofas or the floor, lighting up cigarettes and opening more beers. However, there was no let-up for Liam, who was continuing to take a hard fucking up his arse from Niall. Louis vacated the spot in front of him, so Liam rested his head on the sofa cushions and just settled in for the long haul. Despite the relentlessness of it, and the simmering humiliation he felt at being fucked in front of all these other men, he always enjoyed Niall being inside of him and was in no hurry to end it. Rather than working his arse muscles to try to bring his friend off sooner, he relaxed and just allowed himself to be pounded.
Olly and Harry Judd were both pleased to get a breather, and sat down on the other sofa with beers and cigarettes to watch Liam and Niall go at it. They knew they had a long night ahead, although were pleased that Tom Parker might be taking a bit more of the heat off them if he was in the mood for bottoming tonight.
Just then, the security intercom buzzed. Harry Styles went over and spoke into the receiver, before pressing the entry button. He turned around with a smirk on his face, which broke into a big grin. "Gents, the rest of the guests are here!"
Olly and Harry Judd looked at each other quizzically, and then both turned to Liam. While he continued to take the pounding from Niall, he lifted his head and looked at his fellow bottoms. No words were exchanged, but his face dropped when he realised what this meant. He put his head back down on the sofa, and quietly groaned out "fuuuuuck."
The night had just begun...
TO BE CONTINUED
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