American Idol belongs to 19 Entertainment and Fox. This story is fiction, and the people involved are not gay (sadly). I hope you will enjoy reading this and tell me if you want to see another chapter!
And of course, don't read this if you are not 18 or older, if you are not allowed to read this in your area, or if you don't like hotties having gay sex.
Blake Lewis, one of the semifinalists for American Idol 6, was in the mood for dick. Blake was bisexual - or "trisexual" as he would try anything - but the 25 year old with the surprisingly athletic build and spiky blonde hair was much more interested in the guys around him with this group. Nick Pedro and Chris Richardson were especially fucking hot. Nick wasn't in the greatest of moods, as he suspected he was going to be eliminated tonight, but Blake told him he knew a way to cheer him up after the show.
In the meanntime, Blake sat down for his rehearsal runthru with Ryan Seacrest. Seacrest was very cocky, but cute. Kind of like Blake.
"So, Blake, the question I'll ask is just your general bullshit, like, 'Nervous, Blake?' and then you'll tell me something like..."
Blake nodded. Ryan had such a cute smile, so soothing, little lines around the corners of his mouth. Before he could stop himself he said:
"Like I want to sit on your face."
Ryan, ever the professional, barely flinched at Blake's lewd comment. But his eyes twinkled.
"Don't say that on air or the FCC will have your ass - not that I can blame them, because that is a MIGHTY fine ass."
Blake, a confident guy, didn't have the temerity to blush. His bubble butt had been attracting both sexes since he was still in high school. He liked to wear pants that weren't too blatant, but still showed off the junk in his trunk.
"So, just say, 'Yeah, Ryan, I'm nervous,' or some other line, and then we'll find out if you're leaving or not. OK?"
Blake nodded, and Ryan went on his way. Before he did so, Blake made sure to stand up and turn around, ostensibly to go back to the makeup area, but actually to give Ryan one more look at his truly luscious set of cheeks. And Ryan probably enjoyed that view, as most people did.
A few hours later, the results were in, and Nick was, as he had expected, eliminated. Nick, a 24-year old Boston boy with short brown hair and a nice build, was sad to see go, but knew this was only the first of many opportunities.
Blake and Nick had a big hug after the show ended. Blake huskily whispered in Nick's ear, "Come with me. I have a surprise."
In the few minutes they had before the press would start to interview Nick, he went along. Soon they found themselves at an empty supply closet. Before Nick could react, Blake was groping Nick's pecs through his T-shirt, and biting and kissing Nick's neck.
Nick didn't know what this was about, but the rush of emotions - from sorrow to pure lust all in a few seconds - made him not want to resist. He grabbed Blake's angelic face and passionately, brutally kissed him. Blake only broke away to pull down Nick's trousers and start pleasing him orally.
Nick bit his lip to suppress a moan as Blake deep-throated his fat 7 inches. Damn Blake was GOOD. Soon, he had shot his load into Blake's eager mouth.
"Thanks, buddy. See you around."
Nick, somewhat sheepish, gathered his breath and his trouser zipper and left the broom closet.
Blake was still horny as fuck. He decided to stay in the closet. His slacks around his ankles, he hurriedly fingered his sweet hole, stroking off his 8 inch dick, a nice thick dong that pleased just about anyone and everyone. He was about to finish himself off when the closet door was flung open, and who should be on the other side but...
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