This is a work of fiction which has absolutely no bearing on the real life of Anthony Fedorov or of anyone else at American Idol (Ryan Seacrest, etc.). Anthony is one of the first really sexy guys I've seen on the show who knows how to work his looks, so I wanted to write this. Don't read the story if yo uare not over 18 or the age of majority in your area. American Idol is the property of 19 Entertainment. I'm not making any profit off of this, aside from your hot feedback.
Please write me back if you want to see more! This story is set 3-4 weeks before the current episodes.
Anthony Fedorov felt like he had a lot to prove on American Idol. In many seasons this slim, 19-year old blue-eyed blonde-haired young man would have been a clear star. He had charisma, he could sing, he got along well with everyone. The Ukraine native even had a great backstory, as he had been given a tracheotomy at a young age and for some time thought he could never sing. But this was the season of the "rockers" and Anthony just wasn't able to appeal to the broader pool of fans or to get the attention and positive comments he needed.
As he wondered what to do to save himself, who should knock on his dressing room door but Ryan Seacrest. Anthony was surprised. Seacrest didn't exactly make frequent visits. Anthony opened the door and found a pile of clothes thrust into his cherubic face.
"Anthony, don't have much time to talk. You're looking overdressed."
"What? Come again?"
Seacrest smirked his trademark smirk. He came again and again every time he watched Anthony.
"I just feel like you could be doing better, and wanna help Don't tell anyone, 'k? Just look through these clothes and try on what you like. They're your size. Unlike the clothes you wear now, which seem to fit Ruben."
Anthony chuckled. He liked to wear baggy clothes. He felt embarrassed by his body. Men weren't supposed to display themselves. And he had quite a bit to display.
"Thank you, Ryan," Anthony said in his halting English. "I will try these on after you leave."
Ryan squeezed his arm.
"I'm a busy man. Just take 'em off now, not like you go commando or anything."
Anthony stared in puzzlement.
"Oh, sorry. Not like you don't wear underwear."
Anthony nodded. The clothes looked so tight, and revealing. Butt-hugging jeans, tight t-shirts. He gulped and slipped off his boxy jacket, followed by his T-shirt. Ryan licked his lips as Anthony avoided looking in the full-length mirror. Anthony had such a perfect body. The last dregs of baby fat combined with a slim overall build and as he unbuckled his trousers and slid them down, a mouthwatering bubble butt. Ryan glanced in the mirro and noticed the surprisingly ample bulge packed into the blue boxers. Such a goregous man, such boring underwear.
Ryan couldn't stop himself. He yanked Anthony's boxers down and sucked Anthony's uncut Ukranian cock into his hungry mouth. Soon he had every inch stuffed down his throat. As Anthony's knees buckled, those inches soon swelled to 8. What was he doing? Anthony was in shock. But the pleasure, such pure pleasure. He did not deserve...but he couldn't tear himself away. This was his first blowjob and Ryan had such a talented tongue.
As Ryan began to fondle Anthony's low-hanging balls,he slipped his hot mouth from Anthony's throbbing member.
"Fondle your tits. Your nipples. Pinch them."
Lustily, Anthony stared into the mirror. Glazed over eyes as he watched himself assaulting his own nipples, yanking and pulling. He felt so dirty, yet so fulfilled. For the first time ever, he felt like a man. Right then, Ryan put a finger around his hole, tickling the soft lining of downy hairs.
Anthony shot gallon after gallon into Ryan's capable mouth. Right down his throat. Before he could even see, much less speak, he was pulled to the floor. He watched as Ryan began to tear off his own clothes.
The day was only beginning.