Here goes for part 9, then. The events in these stories are not true-to-life, and they don't correspond to the lifestyles of any of the real celebrities. Top Of The Pops is made by the BBC, and I have nothing to do with them. Blah, blah, blah...here's the story.
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It was one of those days when there's a buzz going round the Top Of The Pops studios. Everyone wanted to see the big star of the day - Ricky Martin - who had popped into the studio for a bit of promotion, and a performance of a few of his biggest hits. When he wasn't doing interviews or performing, he managed to keep himself quite well-hidden, and out of the eyes of photographers round the studios.
Ricky was a private man, and was desperately trying to find a way to relax. His promotional schedule was hectic, and he had no time to indulge himself. He checked into his dressing-room, and began to get undressed. He wandered into the small bathroom, throwing his silky, white shirt behind him. He stood looking at himself in the mirror as he turned the shower on. Water began gushing out of the shower-head, and he pulled down his faded jeans over his tanned, hairy legs.
Staring at his muscular body in the mirror, he smiled at himself. He was, for much of the world, a sex-god. He could have any girl he liked, but he knew he didn't want a girl. What he wanted was a big, hard cock in his mouth, and a hard, hairy chest to lick. He was turned on as he stroked his six-pack stomach, and teased his own dark nipples. His hot, Hispanic cock began to grow with the sensation, until his full 10in were standing to attention.
With that, he climbed into the shower, and let the hot water pour down over his muscular body. He reached for the shower gel, and rubbed the gel over his stomach, and it ran down into his dark brown pubes. With another handful of gel, he began stroking his long, thick shaft, his back leant against the side of the shower. The steam was rising, and he lost himself as he pumped on his hard cock. He massaged bubbles over his built chest, while his other hand, clamped round his hardened shaft, yanked back and forth. He moaned and sighed in pleasure, as his hand moved round to his arse-cheeks.
He continued pumping on his dick, and explored his hole with the other hand's gel-covered fingers. He pushed his tanned cheeks apart, and forced two fingers into his stretched hole. He remembered then that he had something much better than fingers. He stepped out of the shower, dripping with hot water, and wandered out into the main dressing-room. Walking over to a small cabinet, still completely naked, and his Hispanic cock rock-hard, he pulled out his toy - a foot long arse-stretching dildo, shimmering black. He walked back to the expansive leather sofa, and half-sat down, the water trickling from his body into small puddles on the cushions.
Ricky began stretching his arse open with his slippery fingers once more, taking several minutes to pull his hole open to full capacity. The sofa creaked under his weight and movement, and he pulled his fingers out, leaving his hole open and relaxed. Positioning the long, black shaft at his entrance, he lowered down to take in the first few inches...
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Meanwhile, the Westlife boys had been living it large in the Star Bar, and had now dispersed round the studios. Mark was flirting with the sexy black bartender, while Shane was flirting with presenter, Jamie Theakston at a small corner table, rubbing Jamie's crotch under the table. Bryan was nowhere to be seen, so Nicky and Kian had decided to sneak out for a hot fuck session in their dressing-room. They were wandering down the corridor, slightly merry from the alcohol, but trying to control themselves until they were out of sight. Nicky leant into Kian as they approached their door, and Kian was pressed against the door handle.
Of course, in their blurry state, they had leant on the wrong door, and Ricky had neglected to close the lock. So, with Ricky sitting on the damp, leather sofa, the black dildo half-inserted into his stretched hole, Kian and Nicky tumbled through the door. At first, the two Irish heartthrobs didn't notice, closed the door behind them and clamped their lips together for a long kiss. They shook their jackets to the floor, and started to unbutton each other's shirts, still oblivious to the Latin sex-god sitting naked a few metres away. Kian's shirt was shed first, exposing his lightly tanned firm chest, and Nicky was soon to follow. The pair then broke the kiss and turned to the sofa, where they were greeted with an extraordinary sight.
Worldwide superstar and Hispanic sex symbol Ricky Martin, sitting on the sofa, stark naked and dripping with water and bubbles, with a thick black dildo poking out of his arse-hole. The two Westlife boys were frozen in shock, and were speechless for half a minute. The expression on Ricky's face could not be described; he was similarly frozen. He opened his mouth, but could only managed to stutter, "H-h-hi...er...er...hi..."
The Irish hunks turned to look at each other, then stared back at Ricky, their gaze moving down over his glistening chest and stomach muscles, resting finally on his hard 10in cock sticking up towards them. "What are you doing in here...?" Ricky managed to mumble.
"We're from Westlife..." Kian half-whispered, "This is our dressing-room...and we're..." He stopped to look round for a few seconds, slowly realising their mistake. "This isn't our dressing-room...We should be next-door...Oh God..."
Nicky remained frozen, his eyes fixed on Ricky's hard dick. Without realising, he slowly crouched towards it, his lips getting closer to the throbbing head. Kian could only whimper lightly in the background, while Ricky was staring intently at the Irish stranger approaching his cock. Nicky dipped his head down, and enveloped the tip of Ricky's pole with his lips. Kian, watching this, licked his lips, and began to slip off his trousers. Nicky's mouth closed tightly round the Latin cock, and his head slid down to take in a good 6in, as Ricky sighed loudly.
Ricky summoned his will to reach round Nicky, and he began pumping at his own arse with the dildo again, bucking his hips upwards. Nicky took more of Ricky's hot cock into his throat, until he could inhale the musky scent of Ricky's dark pubes. His mouth slid back and forth over Ricky's thick shaft, as his rhythm increased. Sweat beads began gathering on Nicky's forehead and slim stomach. Kian stood by Nicky's side, looking deep into Ricky's eyes, and stroking his hardening 8in cock through his boxers. Ricky was moaning uncontrollably now, and his wet body was almost squeaking on the leather sofa. He pumped harder into his arse with the dildo, hitting his prostate repeatedly and reaching a new level of pleasure.
In a moment, Kian crouched down and took hold of the dildo, taking over from Ricky himself. Nicky's body moving back and forth as he sucked on Ricky's cock, and Kian reached round him to start slamming Ricky's arse. His sudden force, as he pushed the full twelve inch rod hard into Ricky caused Ricky to cry out in ecstasy. His hips were pushed up, and Nicky took Ricky's whole cock down his throat for a few more thrusts.
After a minute more, Kian was pummelling the dildo back and forth, and Ricky's sense were in overdrive as he approached orgasm. His hips bucked up again, and Nicky took Ricky's full load down his throat, savouring his sweet taste on the tongue at the end. Ricky groaned loudly, and muttered something in Spanish, before relaxing on the puddled cushions. Kian slid the dildo slowly out of Ricky, and Nicky pulled his mouth away from Ricky's gorgeous cock.
The pair of Irishmen stood now, facing Ricky, ready for their reward. They stood side by side, and Nicky dropped his trousers to the floor. Both pairs of boxers had substantial tents sticking out, and Ricky's eyes were already bulging. His mouth opened, and he sighed as the two men slid their boxers down. Kian's 8in cock sprang up and slapped his firm stomach, while Nicky's cock, 8.5in, stuck straight out in front of him. Ricky sat up and slid forward on the sofa, now covered with a mixture of water and sweat. The two Westlife singers closed together, so that their cocks were side by side, and Ricky's mouth was a couple of inches away from them.
After a second's deep breath, Ricky closed his lips over the two cocks in front of him. He adjusted his jaw to accommodate the thickness, before sliding his lips down over the Irishmen. Kian and Nicky groaned lightly at the sensation, both of Ricky's lips and of their cocks sliding against each other. Ricky took a few inches into his mouth, while Kian and Nicky turned their heads to kiss each other.
"More than we bargained for..." smiled Kian to his bandmate.
"Yeah," replied Nicky, "Come here..." And they kissed again as Ricky took 6in into his mouth. His lips were stretched round the two cocks, and he slid back and forth slowly at first. As his throat relaxed, he managed as far as he could, so that the two men above him were pressed tightly together.
Kian and Nicky continued kissing, while their hands ran over each other's chests, stroking their nipples and rubbing their hairy crotches. Nicky then reached down to run his fingers through the Hispanic hair below him, and he held the back of Ricky's head as Ricky sucked in hard.
The Irishmen groaned again, and Ricky increased his rhythm, his lips moist and his tongue lapping around the two cock-heads. His mouth stopped near the tip of the two poles, and he glanced upwards, to see both Nicky and Kian staring down at him. As he started sucking once more, their hips thrust forward. Ricky pulled off the two cocks, leaving Nicky and Kian groaning. The two cocks twitched slightly, before shooting waves of cum simultaneously. Ricky received a coating of spunk on his face and chin. The two Irish dicks continued spurting cum over Ricky's tanned chest, and a few drops landed on his muscled stomach. Ricky sighed lightly, and began licking his lips of the sweet white liquid. Kian and Nicky, after coming down from their high, crouched slowly to help Ricky clean himself up.
Kian licked round Ricky's dark nipples, and sucked in the cum off Ricky's pecs. Nicky kissed Ricky fully, then slurped round Ricky's cheeks to take in his own spunk. Ricky groaned again at this sensation, and soon his body was clean of cum. Not quite clean enough though, and he decided togive his new Irish fuck-buddies a treat.
"Who wantsto clean me up in theshower?" he asked, and the three sweaty singers dashed to the bathroom.
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