Disclaimer: This story completely fiction, and is not intended to imply anything about the sexualities and personal lives of Kris Allen, Michael Sarver, Matt Giraud, or anybody a part of American Idol. In other words, none of this happened except in my own imagination. The story contains homosexual sex, so please don't read it if you find that kind of thing offensive or are under legal age in your country to view pornography. American Idol is property of FOX. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- --------------------------------
The American Idol experience brought something new out of the contestants. Many found their voices to be better trained, others rediscovered a fondness for the camera. In Kris Allen's case, his discovery was somewhat different.
As the weeks progressed and the finalists were announced, the show's contestants were shacked up into a large, luxurious mansion overlooking Hollywood. Rooms were shared between two people; the girls resided in an area far removed from that of the men, who dominated a floor below them. Their close proximity to one other eased the process of bonding, and all thirteen contestants grew quite close as they lived and rehearsed together.
Kris Allen, a religious guy from Arkansas, was the season's token hottie. He shared his room with dueling pianist Matt Giraud, a man who he'd grown close since the early Hollywood rounds. They were both peaceful men who liked nothing more than to enjoy a good book or television once the work day was done. As they both returned from a photo shoot the day after the gut-wrenching Wild Card rounds, they wanted nothing more than to unwind.
"Hey man, do you mind if I get the shower before you?" asked a sweaty Matt as he started to loosen his tie. Kris gave him a go-ahead and watched the pianist disappear into the bathroom, leaving the younger man time to himself.
Kris was a family man. He was married to a beautiful wife who came to support him every week he was on. And up until his plane ride to Hollywood, Kris was the devoted husband. They both believed in the sanctity of marriage as the Bible defined it. However, upon setting foot in the land of lights, cameras, and action, Kris discovered a side of himself he was quite frankly scared.
His sex drive had gotten the best of him, and his attention even steered away from the beautiful busty Los Angeles babes that many men his age fantasized of. Rather, his eyes would find themselves wandering off to the luscious mounds of Hollywood's built gentlemen. And with his sexual discovery, he grew curious of men. That curiosity would only be satisfied if he initiated action; and that's what he did, with his fellow Idol comrades who were within easy reach. He worked his way around the cast and quickly developed a talent for getting guys off, a skill that gained him notoriety around the set. Many nights he'd spend getting pounded by the crew, sometimes more than one at a time. He'd learned to fit cocks of all sizes into his tiny mouth. In addition to being a decent singer, he was now a whore as well, and he liked it.
As Matt showered away, Kris decided to get himself out of his work clothes. He only managed to get his shirt off when he heard a knock on the hotel door. Anticipating another booty call, the brunet headed to the door and opened it, seeing a timid-looking Michael Sarver stand out in the hallway.
"Hey, man. What's up?" Kris gave a weak grin as he greeted his neighbor.
"I know you're tired," started a humble Michael as his hands duck into his pockets, eyeing the younger man's toned bare chest. "But I was wondering if you could, uh, help me out again tonight?"
That was all Kris needed to hear. He grabbed Michael by the shirt into the room, shut the door behind him, and proceeded to undress him.
Michael Sarver was similar to Kris in many ways. He was a married and devoted Christian. Unlike Kris, he was also a father to two kids. He was also a much heavier man, having developed an impressive muscle mass in his previous work as an oil rigger. But like Kris, Hollywood has induced a hunger for cock and male ass. And Kris provided.
Michael was pinned to the door as his shirt was tossed aside. Kris bathed the older man's hairy chest with his tongue, licking the hardened pecs as it worked its way down. His hands undid Michael's belt buckle and unzipped his jeans, dropping them to his ankles as he cupped the bulge hiding behind the boxer shorts. Looking up, Kris gazed the blue-eyed blond with lust in his stare. "What do you want tonight, big guy?"
"Lube me up and get on the bed. I want a shot at that ass of yours."
With a smirk, Kris tugged down Michael's boxers as the heavier man's astounding ten inches stood rock hard, pointing in the younger man's face. Parting his lips, Kris took Michael's cock into his mouth, swirling over the head with his tongue before taking more of it in, inch by inch.
"Fuck," groaned Michael. "You really are a great cock sucker."
Kris's accommodating mouth took Michael in completely, gagging as the stiff member poked at the back of his mouth. Michael felt as though he could cum there and there, but wanted desperately to be inside Kris' behind that he tried his best to hold on. Kris bobbed his head a few times as he went down on the giant oil rigger, loving the taste of Sarver's large, sweaty dick.
Once it was well wet all over, Michael slid out of Kris and the younger man instantly went to Matt's bed, as his own was covered with his bags he felt too impatient to clean up. He undid his khakis and slid out of his boxers, exposing his luscious bubble butt. He bent over the corner of the bed, waiting for Michael to follow. And that he did.
Michael stepped out of his jeans and approached Kris from behind, grabbing the boy's beautiful cheeks and parting them as his erection poked its way into Kris' hole. As Michael's head made its way in, Kris' jaw dropped as Michael groaned at the tightness and warmth that surrounded him.
"FUCK. God damn, Kris. Your ass is so tight."
Michael was far too aroused to hold himself back. With one painful thrust, he filled Kris with his throbbing meat, causing the other man to whine like the slut he's come to be.
"MICHAEL! WHAT THE FUCK, DUDE?"
"Shut up and take it," Michael grunted as he pulled himself halfway out of Kris, only to slam back into the poor boy and head him scream. A sadistic smirk came to Michael's face as he pulled back and bucked back in. Kris grit his teeth and reached back to grab at Michael's mammoth, muscular thighs for support as the blond started to fuck him mercilessly.
"You like that cock, Kris. I know you do."
"Mmph," Kris grunted as he bit his lower lip.
The sight of the younger man squirming on his cock drove Michael wild. He grabbed Kris' hips and drilled harder into the boy, shoving his dick into Kris' boy pussy. The bed shook below them, and he was sure the room below could hear. But all Michael cared about was ramming Kris like the whore he was. The room was only filled with the sounds of skin slapping and Kris screaming, as well as the muffled sounds of water from the shower.
"Fuck me, Michael. Drill me with your daddy dick," Kris begged. Michael gave a soft chuckle at the words before doing as asked.
It didn't take long before Michael found himself close to climax. He felt that familiar burning sensation in his gut. Kris' pussy felt so good, but as he felt his orgasm draw near, Michael wondered how Kris would look like as he came. With that, he pulled out of the boy and flipped him around so Kris laid on his back. Michael crawled on top of the brunet, kneeling over Kris' chest as he grabbed his cock and jerked himself furiously, pointing in Kris' stunned face.
"Fuck. I'm close, Kris. You want me to cum on you, don't you, baby?"
"Y-yes," Kris moaned as his tongue reached forward to lick Michael's balls, covering them in his saliva. "Cover my face."
"Lucky you," Michael muttered in between heavy breaths as he felt his nut sack contract. "FUCK!" He gasped as ropes of hot, white liquid shot from his swollen cock and onto Kris' innocent face. A glob of cum landed on Kris' forehead, and a second stream fell onto his chin, the third on his lips, and the final few spurts onto Kris' neck and chest.
Michael panted as he looked down to see heart-throb Kris Allen covered and dripping with his cum. Smiling, the beefy guy hopped off of the bed and headed to the door to grab his clothes. As he pulled up his jeans, he fished his cell phone out of his pockets and flipped it open. He opened the video camera application and pointed it down at cum-covered Kris as the younger man grabbed his own throbbing cock and beat it ferociously, all the while giving the camera a smoldering stare. Before long, Kris was whining and groaning again as his cock erupted with more white hot liquid decorating his smooth, well-defined chest, and slightly fuzzy lower abs.
With that, Michael laughed as he shut his phone and proceeded to get dressed.
The sounds of the shower behind him came to a halt, and out of the bathroom stepped Matt Giraud, covered in only a towel. "What the hell was going on h-" Matt was stopped by the sight of his room mate in such a compromising situation.
"Man, you just can't get enough, can you?" Matt chuckled as he approached Kris and grabbed his legs, dragging him down so Kris sat down at the edge of the bed. Matt unwrapped the towel at his waist to expose his own eight-incher, hardened by the sight of a slutty Kris. "Open up, hot stuff. I want to add to all this cum you got on you."
Kris didn't need to be asked twice as his mouth parted and made way for Matt's monster cock as it invaded him. Matt bucked his hips into Kris as he instantly face-fucked the boy, who only moaned in pleasure, sending vibrations around Matt's rod. A shiver was sent through Matt's spine, and Kris brought him to orgasm in no time at all. Matt grunted and unleashed a torrent of his juices into Kris' well-used mouth, his cum oozing down into the younger man's throat as he tried his best to swallow.
Matt panted as he crawled onto his bed, collapsing onto the mattress completely naked. Kris mustered all the strength he could to push himself up and lay down beside the pianist.
"Fucking hot," cheered Michael in the background, buttoning up his shirt. "I'll see you two in the morning." He stopped on his tracks toward the door to give Kris a grin. "Thanks for the fuck, cum whore."
"Anytime," Kris whispered weakly through a lazy smile.
Michael shut the lights in the room and ventured out the hotel room and wandered into his own.
Kris fell asleep in Matt's arms, satisfied. As he drifted off to a well-deserved sleep, he fantasized about all the cocks he hoped to have the following day.