Disclaimer: This story is fiction and this not intended to imply anything about the true sexuality of the celebrities mentioned or any personal knowledge about their private lives.
A Chance with Greyson Part 1
On the palm of my hands is the golden ticket. It's priceless and sacred among Greyson Chance fans, or what we like to be called, Enchancers. Only five of these tickets are issued in Singapore and it has to be won, not bought. Thousands entered the contest but only five lucky Enchancers will finally get to meet their idol personally after his concert here. I'm one of them.
I tried my best to persuade my boyfriend, Andy, to accompany him, even promising that I'd swallow the next time I give him a blowjob. However, he's unwilling to fork out 128 bucks to watch a guy who he doesn't even listen too. He insulted Greyson once, saying he's overrated. I nearly broke up with him right there if not for his puppy eyes that he'd do every time he apologizes.
I put back the ticket back at my wallet and head out to the venue.
Most of the Enchancers have already arrived at Festive Grand Theater. I look around the crowds and begin to think I may be the only male Enchancer here. Some of them have brought colorful banners to parade around the concert later. Bitch, better not block my view, I say to myself. Others have had "Greyson" and "Enchancer" written on their arms with colorful markers. I give out my golden ticket to usher in exchange with a purple rubber bracelet with words "M&G Pass" written. I could feel daggers being stabbed on my back as I put it on. Those Enchancers can be very jealous and disturbing at times.
I'm being ushered in by a burly bodyguard at backstage. The bodyguard then goes behind the curtains. I see a silhouette of Greyson talking to the bodyguard. As I wait for Greyson to come out, I replay his concert in my mind.
I screamed when he first came on to the stage. The atmosphere was surreal. We were loud and erratic. I sang out to every one of his songs. I tear up when he sang purple sky. I pointed my finger to the sky as he said the names of the bullied victims. We shouted for an encore and jumped up and down when he came back for one last song. I swear he made eye contact with me a couple of times during his performances.
I feel a sudden push. The bodyguard points me to go to the front.
I have a sudden fluttery feeling in my stomach.
"Hi! I'm Greyson Chance. Nice to meet you." He says as he shakes my hand. My mind goes blank. I awkwardly smile at him. I fumble my words when I ask him to autograph my mp3 player. The photographer tells us to smile for the camera. Greyson put his hand behind me. I feel his hand goes inside my back pocket of my jeans, takes it out and places firmly on my ass. I feel a sudden pinch on my ass.
The bodyguard ushers me out of backstage. I feel a bit disappointed that I didn't manage to introduce myself. I couldn't even talk properly! I reach out for my wallet at the back pocket. I open the flap to see a note, sandwiched in between. I read the note:
Marina Bay Sands Hotel. Room 2056. 11pm. Knock three times and say Michael Doe.
I'm confused. Did Greyson slip this inside earlier? I read the note again and again. My heart seems to beat a little louder.
I'm standing at the door. Room 2056. I glance at my watch, 11pm. I knock on the door three times and say Michael Doe. My heart skips a beat when the door opens.
It's dark inside. My intuition tells me not to enter. I walk in.
The door slams behind me. I turn around to see the same bodyguard from the concert earlier. He switches on the lights and tells me to wait by the bed. He opens the door and leaves the room.
I seat at the edge of the bed. A million thoughts are running through my mind. My hearts pumps faster as I start to fear for the worst. My mind tells me to get out of here but my feet seem to be glued to the floor. A smell of rose petals surrounds the room. I close my eyes and inhale the refreshing aroma.
I open my eyes and see a half-naked Greyson Chance standing in front of me. His hip is wrap with a white towel and his hair is wet. He flashes a smile. My jaws drop instantaneously. My heartbeat seems to be beating out of my chest.
"Greyson!" I finally say.
"You're shotasbelow, am I right?" he asks.
"Ho-How do you know that?"
"I'm not lying when I said I stalk my followers." He says with a smirk. "I've read all those explicit tweets you want to do to me"
My eyes widen.
"Shit! I'm so sorry Greyson! I didn't mean anything by it. Don't throw me in jail, please." I beg. "Then I suggest you to strip now."
I'm shock at his request but I'm not going to argue with him. I begin to erect as I strip down to my underwear. I cover my erection with my hands but he slaps it away. He grabs the waistband of my underwear and pulls it down. My fully erect penis is now out in the open. Precum starts to drip down my 5 inch shaft. His soft hand grabs hold of my dick. An electric surge goes through my body. He pulls my tight skin back and forth. I'm biting my lips.
"Greyson, please...stop. I'm close." I say.
He gives me one more jerk before letting it go. I miss his touch already. He stands up and smiles at me seductively. He un-wraps his towel, slowly.
I clasp my hand over my mouth.
His white meat is standing proudly at 5 inches. His bulbous red mushroom dickhead peeking out of his foreskin. There's precum forming around his foreskin. There are strains of brown pubic hair on the base of his dick. His ballsac is hairless though.
"I remember you tweeting something about wanting to taste my dick." He moves closer to me. His dick is inches away from me. I give his foreskin a squeeze. A drop of precum falls to my finger. I rub the droplet between my forefinger and thumb. It `s not very sticky. I lick it. No sign of saltiness. It's actually pretty sweet, I'm beginning to think if his cum is really that sweet or he drinks too much pineapple juice beforehand.
I pull his foreskin, exposing his thick dickhead. I lick his piss slit, tasting more of that sweet nectar of cum. He shivers.
I lick the whole length of his shaft but he isn't quite fond of it and promptly put his hand behind my head and guides me to his dick. I open my mouth and swallow it hungrily. I bop my head up and down, swirling my tongue around it. It's driving him crazy. I could his cum I my mouth and I know it wouldn't be soon before he blows. "Not that fast." He says as he pulls my head away.
He pushes me to the bed.
"Are you a virgin?"
I shake my head, no.
"Okay. Then, spit on my hand."
He lifts my legs up, spread my butt cheeks to inspect my boypussy. He licks his lips.
He rubs my crack using my spit. I let out a moan.
"You sound like a slut." He says with a giggle.
He spit on his hand and rubs it around his dick. He holds his dick and slides it up and down my crack. I let out another moan. He let out another giggle.
"Don't tease me." I say with a whimper. "I need your cock inside, please."
With that, Greyson plunges his dick inside me, breaking the inner ring of my boypussy. I let out a faint scream.
"Shh"
He stops for a while to get me use of his dick inside me. I gasp as he pushes his dick deeper inside.
"You're tighter than I thought." He says as he pulls his dick slowly only to thrust it all in again.
I moan out his name. "Greyson."
He begins to thrust his hips back and forth. I pick up his rhythm and start to enjoy his fuck.
I'm in ecstasy. My hands explore his smooth body as he fucks me. I twist one of his nipples, making him moan in pleasure. I reach behind his ass and locate for his boypussy. I tease him by circling around it and poking it gently.
"Ungh. Ungh."
He picks up the pace. His rhythm is getting faster. His dick begins to expand. I forcefully pole his boypussy, finally managing to get inside.
"Ahh!"
He slams his dick deep inside me. His hole throbbing around my finger. I could feel every shot of cum inside.
He takes out his slippery dick out of me. I quickly clench my hole, not wanting a single drop of cum flow out of my hole. He lies on top of me, our eyes meet.
"I love you."I say.
He kisses me on the lips and parts away.
"I can never see you again." He finally says.
"What?" I search his eyes to see any truths in that. "Don't say that, Grey."
He kisses me on the forehead.
"I'm sorry." He says before getting up and head to the bathroom.
Tears start to run down my face. I cover my face and start to sob quietly.
"You should have known that this is nothing more than a one-night stand." He says, already all dressed-up.
I keep quiet.
He opens the door and the bodyguard appears.
"Rob, can you please accompany him back home when he's done changing?"
Rob nods.
"Goodbye." I hear Greyson say. He doesn't even turn around. ...
I stand beside rob in the elevator. It's a long way down to the lobby from the 20th floor.
"Does Greyson always do this?" I ask, breaking the silence between us.
He shakes his head.
"Wait-Am I his first?"
He nods this time.
"Why me?"
He shrugs his shoulders.
"Can you talk?"
He stares at me. His intimidating look nearly makes me wet my pants. I quickly apologize.
"Here's fifty bucks for cab." He says in a hoarse voice.
I decline his offer.
"It's from Greyson. Just take it." I can see him roll his eyes. "And here's something Greyson wanted me to give you."
In his hand is a Polaroid. I take it and look. It's a picture of us backstage earlier with his autograph on it. I flip the Polaroid around and see a written note:
You could be in a lot of trouble for what we did. I couldn't do that to you. If the media finds out, both of us will suffer miserably under the limelight. I cared for you too much for that to happen.
I love you.
Love, Greyson.
This is part 1 of a planned 3-part series I'm writing. I hope that you guys enjoyed this story. You can send your comments on azwan_liverpoolfc@hotmail.com. I'm looking forward to reading and replying your comments. It'll make me improve my writing.