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.
Right as Harry erupted inside Duncan, coating the hunk's innards with load after load after load, the security buzzer rang. None of the men in the lounge reacted, still too busy giving or receiving loads from each other to notice. However, a second and more insistent buzz caught Louis's attention, and he pulled back from sucking on Tom Fletcher's engorged cock.
"Just a sec" he said as he stood up and headed for the lobby, still completely naked. He spoke into the receiver. A minute later he saw the lights of another car pull up outside Harry's house, and he peered through the glass to check who it was. At that moment he felt a hand roughly tug on his shoulder. Tom had followed him from the lounge, unimpressed that his blow job had been interrupted.
"Just open the fucking door and then get back to work" Tom gruffly said.
A little startled by Tom's unusual impatience, Louis did as instructed and opened the front door a little, before turning round, getting back down on his knees and resuming his servicing.
Zayn pushed the door open a little hesitantly, but when greeted by the sight of Louis on his knees with a cock in his mouth he relaxed and went into the lobby, shutting the door behind him.
"Evening cocksucker" he said to Louis, giving his former bandmate a little slap on the cheek as he passed by. Louis grunted, but didn't stop his sucking and slurping on Tom.
Zayn headed into the lounge, just as most of the fuckings were coming to an end. He stopped a gawped at the sheer number of men in the room, and particularly at how many of them were bottoming that night.
"Oi Styles" he barked over to Harry, "why the urgency when you've got so many cumsluts here already?"
Harry turned and managed to smile, exhausted from the pounding he'd just delivered to Duncan.
"Payne's upstairs" Harry replied. "With Niall." he added.
"Yeah, and...?" asked Zayn.
"Don't reckon they're gonna be coming back down again" said Harry. "All loved up or something."
"Niall?!" Zayn said. "Seriously?"
"Yep" said Harry, coming over to Zayn. "You should have seen `em. Proper into each other. It was quite sweet actually."
"Wow" said Zayn. "Never would have expected that."
"No" said Harry. His eyes narrowed a little as he took on a smirk. "And now we've lost both of our favourite holes."
Zayn smiled and then stuck out his tongue. "You know mine's always available" he said, turning around and playfully sticking out his bum at Harry.
"Fucking hope so" said Harry. "Got a lot left in me tonight, so you better be ready."
"Always" Zayn replied, sounding sincere.
Zayn pulled off his clothes while Harry watched, and then stepped closer to the party's host. He put his tattooed hands on Harry's face and pulled him in for a kiss, which Harry responded to a little hesitantly at first but soon got into. Zayn then pulled away but continued to hold Harry's face.
"You're not about to go all Niall on me are you?" asked Harry.
"Haha, no" replied Zayn, smiling. "Just missed you, that's all."
"Yeah, me and my dick" said Harry, smiling back.
"Yep, that too" said Zayn.
Zayn pulled away from Harry and reached down to his trousers, pulling out a packet of cigarettes and a lighter. Sparking up, he then wandered over to the sofas to see just who had been getting pounded.
Meanwhile, in the utility room Matt was just reaching his climax, and with one final deep thrust he exploded inside Dougie. Matt leaned back as he unloaded inside his bandmate, and then collapsed backwards onto his arse, his cock slipping out of Dougie.
"Fuck...me..." breathed Matt.
"Yeah..." said Dougie.
The two of them remained on the floor, before Dougie sat up and shuffled forward towards Matt, feeling the cum leaking out of himself and onto the floor as he did so. When he got closer Matt smiled at him, and then leaned forward to kiss Dougie. They embraced for a minute or two, and then got up and started to wipe themselves down with some towels from a laundry basket.
"Fuck man, even in the dark you are so hot" said Matt, who had stopped cleaning himself off and was just watching Dougie.
"Yeah?" asked Dougie, looking up at him.
"Yeah" said Matt, gently.
Dougie straightened up and moved closer to his boyfriend. They wrapped their arms around each other and kissed again. After a few minutes, their mouths pulled apart and they rested their foreheads on each other.
"Whaddya say we go back and join the others?" asked Matt.
"Sure" said Dougie, smiling. "I'm about ready to do some more fucking."
"Cool" said Matt, but they didn't pull away from one another. In the dim light of the room the just stayed face-to-face, looking into each other's eyes and occasionally reaching a hand to each other's nipples, dicks, arses or any other body parts they felt like running their fingers over. Unsurprisingly, they both started to get hard again.
"Or we could just stay here?" Dougie said eventually.
"That works too" said Matt.
"But..." said Dougie, licking his lips.
"But what?" asked Matt.
"The thing is..." said Dougie.
"What's the thing?" asked Matt, smiling.
"Well, I feel like doing some fucking" said Dougie. "My dick, someone's arse."
"Is that so?" said Matt. "Well, we'll just have to see what we can do about that then, won't we?"
"Yeah?" said Dougie, a little surprised at what Matt appeared to be agreeing to.
"Yeah" said Matt, reconnecting their mouths to kiss again.
"Cool" Dougie tried to say, muffled by Matt.
Back in the lounge, the bottoms were all wearily getting to their feet, cum leaking out of their abused holes and their bodies covered in sweat. The tops were mostly too exhausted to move from wherever they had collapsed after orgasming, with the exception of the three Strictly dancers.
They had been taking it in turns to plunge into Harry Judd, and had all now blown a load in his arse. The drummer had done most of the work as he went into his now infamous cockhungry haze, so James, Pasha and Robin still had plenty of energy left. Faced with the sight of the new arrival, they all got hard quickly again and decided another trio tag-teaming was in order.
Pasha hopped off his chair and went over to Zayn, putting his arm around him and leading him to the sofa that Lee, Tom Parker and Sam had just vacated. Zayn grabbed an ashtray off the coffee table as they passed, and then lay down on his back on the sofa. He plonked the ashtray on his stomach, lifted his legs and then looked up at Pasha.
"Ready" he said, smiling.
Pasha kneeled down on the sofa, moving into position. Zayn raised up his arse while Pasha rubbed some lube on his cock, which he then pointed at Zayn's open hole.
"You good to go?" asked Pasha, not wanting to hurt the boy with an unprepared entry.
"Yep" replied Zayn, "got four loads up there already."
Pasha needed no further encouragement, and plunged his cock into Zayn.
"Mmmmm" said Zayn, taking a long draw on his cigarette.
Pasha started to pound in and out of Zayn, who just lay on his back smoking his cigarette and blowing smoke rings up at his fucker.
Robin and James stood beside them, stroking their cocks as they watched.
"Little slut" grunted James.
"Pound his hole" muttered Robin.
Gradually the others gathered round to watch, cigarettes and beers in one hand while they used their other to stroke one another's cocks or cupping one another's arses as they began to get ready for another round. Pasha ignored them all, increasing the speed of his pistoning in and out of Zayn while the boy stubbed out his cigarette in the ashtray on his stomach before lighting another.
A small yelp from the hallway caused some of the guys to turn around, only to watch as Tom Fletcher slid his cock up Louis's arse. Louis was on his hands and knees on the tile floor, not looking exactly comfortable as he gritted his teeth and scrunched up his face.
"Yeah, fuck him Tom!" shouted Olly.
Louis started to pant as he grimaced from the pain, but Tom kept pushing forward until he was fully buried inside Tomlinson. He then started to pull back and forth, causing Louis to grimace even more.
"Haha" shouted Olly, pleased to see Louis getting taken down a few more pegs. "Not so fun now is it Tommy?"
Louis didn't respond, barely hearing the taunts has he focused on trying to take the cock that was barrelling in and out of his previously virgin hole.
While Olly watched and guffawed at Louis's predicament, he felt a cock prodding at his own hole. Not taking his eyes off what was going on in the hall, he leant forward to allow whoever it was access, and in no time he was getting fucked himself. He never looked round to see who was behind him, nor who took over when his innards had been sprayed with yet another load. He just stood there, bent over slightly as guy after guy fucked him, all the while watching and laughing at Louis.
He took five loads in that position, before curiosity got the better of him when a particularly thick cock slid up his hole. Looking round he was pleased to see Harry Judd behind him.
"Mr Judd" said Olly, smiling back at him.
"Mr Murs" replied Harry, also smiling.
"Here was me thinking you were all bottom tonight" said Olly.
"You knows I gotta get me some of this fine ass" replied Harry, mocking a ghetto accent.
"I surely do knows it" replied Olly, in a hammy attempt at a Southern American accent.
They laughed at one another as the fuck continued, until eventually Harry erupted inside Olly. When he slipped out Olly straightened up and turned around, no longer as interested in Tom and Louis now that Tomlinson had adjusted to the deep-ricking and had started to enjoy it.
Olly re-joined the rest of the gang crowded around the sofa, where James Jordan was now at Zayn's rear end powering his cock through the copious load Pasha had just deposited in there. Olly noticed some cum on Zayn's face and chest as well, but looking around the men standing there he didn't know who had just dumped it there as everyone looked horned up.
Olly then felt another hand on his arse, and looking round he saw Harry Styles smirking at him.
"You ready for some more?" asked Harry.
"Sure thing" said Olly, turning round and bending over the coffee table. Harry stepped round behind him and slipped his dick into the cumsloppy hole. He held on to Olly's thighs, and started to fuck him slow and deep.
"Oh yeah" said Olly. "Just like that."
The sexual heat in the room started to peak again, and men started to pair off with one another while some of the tops waited their turn for a piece of Zayn. Danny Jones took Sam Callahan over to a chair, bent him over and slipped inside. Duncan and Simon encouraged a reluctant Max back over to the other sofa to spit-roast the new bottom. Marvin picked Lee and took him to the dining table, bending him over and slipping inside. Austin and Aston were deep in a kiss, duelling with their tongues to work out which one of them was going to be getting fucked. Dermot had Tom Parker down on his back on the floor, and plunged inside without so much as a `how do you do'.
The room filled with the sounds of fucking as yet another group gang-bang got underway. But the night was still young, Zayn was only just getting started, and there was a lot more cum yet to spill...
TO BE CONTINUED
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