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.
Harry Styles opened his front door, greeted his new guests and then directed them into the lounge. As they entered, Olly Murs gave them a big grin, happy to see yet more of his regular fuckbuddies joining the party. Harry Judd raised his beer and gave an acknowledging nod, but Liam remained on the sofa facing away from them with Niall pounding away at him, seemingly unconcerned with who had just walked in.
The new arrivals included all four boys from Blue, Aston and Marvin from JLS, and a group of former X Factor contestants made up of Scott Bruton, Austin Drage and Sam Callahan. Harry watched them all go into the lounge, and was about to close the door when someone outside shouted "hold up!". Harry re-opened the door, and grinned as Robin Windsor, James Jordan and Pasha Kovalev from Strictly jogged in to his lobby.
"We heard Judd's here" said James, a little breathlessly.
"Yep, he's through there" replied Harry, his grin only getting wider.
"Cool" said Robin, licking his lips. The three of them hadn't had fucked Harry Judd since he had a been a contestant on Strictly nearly four years earlier. From the start of the series through to Harry's triumph at the end, they had regularly ploughed him in the dance rehearsal studios during the week and backstage at the BBC on the Saturdays. Week 5 had been particularly good, when the boys from The Wanted took a break from loading Tom Parker's holes after their live performance and joined the dancers in Harry's dressing room for a long session.
Once the dancers were all in, Harry Styles stuck his head outside to check there were no more stragglers before closing the front door and wandering back into the lounge. Harry Judd was still sitting on the sofa, looking a little like a rabbit in headlights now that the Strictly gang had turned up, whilst Olly was standing up and greeting everyone else warmly. Niall, meanwhile, was still behind Liam, pounding away ferociously and sweating profusely.
"Oi, Nialler" shouted Max, "you gonna give anyone else a turn or what?"
"One...more...minute..." Niall gasped, his face reddening as he increased the pace of his thrusts yet further. "Nearly...there..." Liam started to moan as Niall neared his climax, a pool of sweat starting to gather on the sofa cushions as it dripped off his face.
"Ahhhh" shouted Niall, suddenly thrusting forward so hard that he pushed Liam down onto his stomach. "Fucking take it!". Niall exploded into Liam, and then collapsed forward onto his bandmate's back while his cock kept throbbing. The pair of them lay there panting and soaked in sweat, while the other guys all gave them a rousing cheer.
The new arrivals began to strip out of their clothes until all but Lee Ryan were stark naked. Lee remained in a navy blue jockstrap, and when he bent over to pick up his jeans some of the guys noticed his arse and thighs were flecked with white. Harry Styles went over to investigate, rubbing Lee's bare backside and poking in a little with his fingers. He then lifted his hand to his nose, sniffed, and loudly declared "cum!".
All eyes turned to Duncan, who smirked coyly, nodded and said "guilty. I was buried to the hilt when you guys called."
Lee was flushing red, still not totally used to other people knowing that he and Duncan were together.
"He should be nice and ready if we need another bottom" declared Duncan, which elicited a cheer from everyone else. Lee shot him a look, but said nothing. He had known this was on the cards for tonight based on Duncan's mood, but he still felt a little sting of betrayal whenever the man who was so tender with him in private offered him up like a platter of canapés.
The tops, newly energised by the extra guests, started to gather around Tom Parker, Olly, Harry Judd and Lee. Hands were going everywhere, fingers were inspecting cum-laden arseholes, cocks were grinding against all and sundry, but over on the sofa Niall and Liam were still joined together. Both had recovered their breathing, and Niall had started to gently nuzzle and kiss Liam's neck. He usually reserved this sort of tenderness for when it was just the two of them together, but on this night he felt at ease, comfortable in his growing feelings for his bandmate, and unashamed to show it.
"Oi, lovebirds!" Max eventually shouted. "Enough with the smooching, it's time for some fucking!"
"I love you" Niall whispered almost silently into Liam's neck, before pushing himself up and off his friend. Liam lay briefly stunned by what he thought he'd heard, and then pushed himself back up on to his hands and knees as Max approached. The shaven Mancunian knelt down behind him, spat into his hand, rubbed it on his cock and then pushed in. He gripped Liam's buttocks and started to pound back and forth.
Niall looked on, trying to feel as turned on as he knew he was meant to, but the magnitude of what he'd quietly admitted to his friend was hitting him. He had just told Liam he loved him. Niall wasn't even sure he knew that himself before, but having whispered it to his friend he knew it was true. He loved Liam, and he was hating watching someone else fucking him just seconds after he'd admitted it. Niall suddenly felt anger brewing up inside of him and was about to pull Max back off Liam when he heard a soft moan from his friend. The anger dissipated, and all Niall wanted at that moment was to comfort the man he loved.
He walked round to the other end of the sofa, sat down and slid sideways so that his lap was under Liam's face. Liam had been looking down while he got shafted by Max, but he slowly raised his head and looked in Niall's eyes. They gazed at one another for a few seconds, and then Niall leaned forward and gently pressed his lips to Liam's. The kiss was short, not least because Max's pounding made it hard to accomplish, but both men knew what it meant. They pulled apart, and after another few seconds of gazing at one another Liam slowly dropped and turned his head, resting on Niall's lap and closing his eyes.
Olly watched Liam and Niall from the middle of the room, while his arse was being probed by Duncan's fingers and his own hands were gently wanking off Anthony and Simon. Despite how busy he was with the three men, his attention was entirely on his 1D friends on the sofa. He continued to gaze at them, until Niall looked up and made eye contact with him. Olly smiled and nodded at the Irishman, who he could see had tears in his eyes. Niall smiled back, and then looked back down at Liam. Olly knew then that he had to help them get through the evening and this meant only one thing: Cumwhore Olly was going to have to take over.
"Duncan, mate, quit fingering me and get on with the fucking!" he shouted. "You two, get those cocks in my mouth!" he then barked at Simon and Anthony, bending forwards in readiness for a very Blue gang bang. The three men wasted in no time in following his orders, and within a minute Olly was full of cock at both ends. There were cheers from some of the other guys as the power bottom from Essex got just what he was after.
Harry Judd had been encircled by the Strictly dancers, and by this point was on his knees going from one to the other with his talented mouth. He had missed these guys, but for some reason had not called any of them to have another tryst since the series ended. He was glad they had showed up, even if their initial arrival had been a bit of a surprise, and he was looking forward to the rest of the evening a lot more now than he had been.
Lee Ryan and Tom Parker, meanwhile, had both knelt down on the other sofa so that their arses were hanging off one side while their heads were over the back. This was the perfect position for spit-roasting, and that was just what the rest of the guys were preparing for them. Dermot took up position at Lee's mouth whilst Marvin stood next to him in front of Tom. The two bottoms opened wide, and the men slid their cocks in and down their throats. Facing them on the other side of the sofa, Aston and Austin were readying themselves behind Tom and Lee respectively, and once lubed up they pushed forward to skewer the two bottoms. Tom and Lee both moaned around the cocks in their throats, enjoying the sensations even if it was a little humiliating to be so used in front of others.
The room filled with the sounds of fucking and sucking. Scott, Tom Fletcher, Dougie and Danny had all sat themselves down in chairs or on the floor, and were stroking their members watching it all going on. Sam was wandering around the room, getting close-up views of each pairing while occasionally giving the bottoms a slap on their arses.
However, Harry Styles and Louis were just leaning against the sideboard over by the music centre, gently sipping beers while they looked across the room at their bandmates. Niall was gazing down at Liam, gently stroking his head while Max pounded him from behind, and occasionally the Irishman leaned forward to whisper in Liam's ear.
"Louis, mate" said Harry eventually, "I think we've got ourselves a situation."
"Yeah" said Louis quietly.
They stared for a bit longer, before Harry turned to his bandmate with a determined look on his face. "I'm calling Zayn."
Louis grinned, and took a sip of his beer. No matter how much bad blood there was between them, he knew Zayn would not turn down an opportunity to get in on this action. It was going to be a long and fun night...
TO BE CONTINUED
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