Once again, I'll say that nothing in these stories bears any resemblance to the real celebrities or the real TOTP studios. If you're not supposed to be here, go and find something else to do. If you're allowed to be here, and you're ready for a hot and sweaty celebrity fantasy, then read on... ........................................
Having proved the critics wrong, Darius was on top of the world. He was sitting comfortably at number one for the second week, and was thoroughly enjoying every moment. Walking through the bar at TOTP, he felt everyone was smiling at him, and he was smiling back. His energy was radiant, and his sex-appeal was at its peak this week. Various men and women couldn't help but stare at him as he walked through the room. His patterned, purple shirt was tight and stretched across his broad chest. The buttons were not fastened at the bottom, so occasionally, people caught a glimpse of his lightly-tanned, muscular stomach. He was quite the heartthrob this evening. He would flash smiles to nearly everyone, as he was keep to pick up some action; being at number one does have its perks.
After having a drink at the bar, and flirting with anyone and everyone, Darius continued wandering round looking for any potential conquests. He caught sight of his old Pop Idol rival, Gareth. The teenager looked very out-of-place, drinking a glass of lemonade, and smiling weakly at the man talking to him. In that moment, Darius remembered the whole Pop Idol experience. Despite his innocent looks, Gareth was an excellent cocksucker, and had pleasured Darius no end thoughout their friendship. Darius loved taking advantage of the youngster, and forcing his monster Scottish cock down Gareth's throat. Darius smiled to himself, and continued looking round.
A few minutes later, after smiling seductively at a few hunky guys, Darius popped to the toilets. He stood at one of the urinals and was just getting started, when he heard the door open behind him. A couple of footsteps, and Darius felt the man standing at the next urinal. He couldn't help himself, and had to take a glance at this guy's cock, even without looking at his face. Darius tried to be as discrete as possible, but needed a cheap thrill, so he glanced over to the stranger's cock. It was uncut, reasonably thick, caramel in colour, hanging out from a small clump of dark brown hair. Darius suddenly realised...he knew that cock. He looked up to the man's face for the first time.
Danny was staring right back at him. He'd noticed Darius come into the toilets, and decided to try his luck. Danny was here with the other members of Hear'Say, and was an old friend of Darius. Before Pop Idol, of course, Darius had taken part in the Popstars series, where he had met Danny. The pair had fucked about a few times, but hadn't bumped into each other for quite a while now. Darius could hardly believe his eyes. No words were required - they both saw what they wanted in the other man's eyes. In a moment, Darius had backed into one of the cubicles, and Danny followed, locking the door behind him. With his back to the door, Danny's trousers fell to the floor, and Darius knelt in front of him, clawing Danny's boxers down.
The lust was incredible between these two, and they were already nearly out of breath. Danny's cock was hardening, and Darius clasped a fist round it, massaging it to get it rock-hard. It didn't take long, and in a moment, Darius was kneeling before Danny's 9in, caramel pole. His teeth nibbled on the tip of Danny's foreskin, and Danny began to groan immediately. Danny ran his fingers through Darius' smooth black hair, as Darius's lips closed over his cock-head. Darius' tongue moved like lightning, tickling round Danny's dick while his lips enveloped the shaft. His eyes were closed as he took more of the cock down his throat, until his noze nuzzled into Danny's dark brown pubes.
Sweat was beginning to gather on Darius' forehead, and he could taste the sweat in Danny's crotch. He teeth scratched along Danny's shaft each time he moved his head, and the groans of approval from above were getting louder every second. Danny had to raise one hand to hold the top of the door behind him for support, and his other hand wiped some of the sweat from the top of his shaved head. Darius's head bobbed back and forth, faster than ever, and Danny was moaning loudly, "Yeah. Oh yes..." Darius's hands clasped hold of Danny's tanned arse-cheeks as he deep-throated Danny as far as he could.
He could feel Danny's cock-head throbbing at the back of his mouth every few seconds. Darius' fingers rubbed over Danny's arse, delving into the crack after minute or so. Then, one finger slipped inside, massaging Danny's entrance in rhythm with Darius' sucking. Danny groaned with approval, and his hole relaxed, allowing Darius' second finger to explore further. He continued taking Danny's pole deep into his throat, whilst pushing hard into Danny's hole with his fingers. Danny lowered a hand to run across his own sweaty stomach, and pinch his own dark nipples.
A while later, and Danny's hips were thrusting back and forth as he reached ecstasy. Darius pulled back off Danny's throbbing, caramel cock to receive a shower of cum over his face. He lapped it up, and sucked the last few drops from the tip of the softening dick before him. As Danny's moans died away, Darius pulled his fingers out of Danny's hole to taste them too. Without a word, Danny pulled up his trousers, unlocked the door and slipped out to the basins. Darius was left on the cubicle floor, entirely happy with himself, and licking round his mouth for any final drops of spunk. He heard taps being turned on; Danny was washing his face with cold water. The cubicle door swung shut.
Darius sat on the toilet, a 10.5in hard-on straining to escape from his jeans, waiting to see what would happen next. He heard the main door open, and then footsteps. Someone had gone into the cubicle next-door. He couldn't help himself - he had to see who it was. As quietly as he could, he stood up on the toilet seat, and peeped over the dividing wall into the next cubicle. His jaw nearly dropped to the floor at what he saw. Two young men shedding their clothes alarmingly quickly. Within about twenty seconds, the two men were completely naked, and both were very hard. Darius recognised both of them, of course; he had seen them in the bar, and now couldn't wait to see what would happen next. Darius unzipped his trousers, and his 10.5in cock forced its way out into the open. His eyes were fixed on the spiky-haired head below him, for it was Gareth Gates who was in the adjacent cubicle. Darius was incredibly turned on by Gareth's young, smooth body, and began slowly stroking his monster cock.
The scene he watched was getting very interesting. The other man, who had been talking to Gareth in the bar, was none other than Duncan from Blue. Duncan was a well-known male slut who would fuck, or get fucked by, anyone. He had, on this occasion, eyed up the teenage heartthrob Gareth and seduced him as quickly as possible. The pair were now standing facing each other, their cocks inches almost touching. The head of Duncan's 9.5in pole was already throbbing with expectation, while Gareth's 7.5in dick was just waiting to be grabbed. Duncan seemed to tower over the youngster, and he made the first move, leaning in to kiss Gareth full on the lips. His tongue pushed between Gareth's lips, and Gareth returned the favour. As their lips separated, Gareth licked down to Duncan's unshaven chin.
Darius began stroking harder and faster now, getting into a rhythm as he watched. He really wanted to moan and groan, but had to hold it in. He didn't want to disturb the other two. He watched as Duncan pushed Gareth away and turned him round. Duncan was bigger and stronger than the teenager, and could make Gareth do whatever he wanted. He didn't even prepare Gareth's hole for his cock. He spat on his hand, and lubed his cock-head quickly, then bent Gareth over the toilet. Duncan's cock slipped slowly into Gareth's tight, pink hole. Gareth could feel Duncan's thickness stretching him open, but resisted the urge to cry out. He wanted to take it like a man.
The sight of Duncan's pole disappearing between Gareth's arse-cheeks almost made Darius lose his balance from his perch. His Scottish cock was throbbing, and his fist was pumping fiercely back and forth from his black pubes to his uncut tip. His other hand was stroking his muscled stomach, getting sweatier by the second. He began stroking in rhythm with Duncan's thrusts. Duncan was pushing his entire length into Gareth, and increasing in speed. Beads of sweat were forming across his chest and forehead. The trail of light brown hair down his firm stomach was soon darkened with moisture. He was getting rough now, and began clawing on Gareth's teenage back with his fingernails. He moaned loudly with every forceful thrust, and didn't care who heard. His pubes pressed up to Gareth's entrance every other second, and the toilet seat was rattling from the force of his thrusts.
Gareth was looking straight ahead at the wall, enjoying every moment. The initial pain had gone now, and his prostate experienced an intense pounding from Duncan's quickening thrusts. Duncan grabbed hold of Gareth's shoulders and pulled him up so that his chest was touching Gareth's back. Their sweaty torsos slipped against each other for a few moments before he pushed Gareth away again. Keeping hold of Gareth's shoulders, he thrust harder and faster for the final seconds. At that moment, his head leaned back and he looked upwards. There, over the wall, he spotted Darius' excited face gazing down. Their eyes locked, and they stared at each other as they both came simultaneously. Duncan's spunk pooled into Gareth's arse, while Darius' load spattered across his cubicle door. Duncan groaned loudly, and Darius winked at him, nodding happily.
Darius stepped down from the toilet seat, to lick his own cum off the door. He licked his fingers too, making sure he got every last drop. As he fastened his jeans, his huge, softening cock still formed a sizeable bulge, but he didn't care. He strode out of the toilet, washed his hands, and returned to the noisy bar. ........................................
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