This is a purely fictional story and does not indicate knowledge of the true sexuality of the celebrities/people involved. I have no knowledge of their sexual orientation, and again, this is all pure fiction. Any resemblance to real events is purely coincidental. This story contains sexual material occurring between two males. If you are offended by such material, or it is against the law to view such material in your area, please leave now.
Austin's Meat 2
Austin completed his show just before midnight, he had sung and gyrated his way across the stage to a horde of screaming teenage girls and quite a few young men too. It was always like that in Soho, whilst known for being a gay area, there was still the bevy of screaming teenage girls to make up the bulk of the crowd, wailing for his highly toned, muscular physique. He did have a semi all evening after all, even though he'd shot his biggest load ever just an hour or two before going on. Austin simply couldn't stop thinking about the blowjob he'd received from his would-be rapist, Robert. He'd sprayed so much cum down Robert's throat he'd practically drowned the poor guy in his rich, creamy load. After Robert had gone, he'd finished getting ready and left for the venue in his typical attire: jeans sagging so his Armani underwear waistband showed above his thick leather belt, and a t-shirt, with short sleeves to highlight his muscle-bound arms. He'd slung his holdall in the back of his car and sped to the venue -- Austin had to arrive with plenty of time to do some exercises and get pumped up for his show.
At the venue, the manager had been typically fawning over Austin, practically begging to lick Austin's butt before he went on stage. Austin just asked for half an hour on his own. He shut the changing room door and stripped off his t-shirt and jeans. He got on the floor and started doing press ups as he did every time he performed. "49...50..." Austin counted out loud. He started doing one-armed push ups, enjoying the sight of his arms and chest flexing with each lowering of his chest to the floor. He did 25 on each side before turning on to his back and doing sit-ups. "99... 100..." he said through clenched teeth before he got a call that he was to go on in 5 minutes. Austin got dressed again, thinking about taking another shower in the one that had been allocated to him by the manager. But he didn't have time then and there, besides the sheen of sweat on his chest made him all the more appealing. He pulled a vest on and his jeans. He walked over to the full length mirror and flexed. His biceps were pumped and huge, his chest rock hard, like two concrete slabs, the cut clearly visible down the middle. He lifted his vest, revealing his sharply defined, brick-like abs. "Fuck, I'd suck me off too." He smirked at himself, then checked his reflection once more, gave his crotch a grope and headed for the door.
While singing, Austin had done his typical tactic of catching the eye of some girlies he wanted to fuck and doing a sexy grind just for them, maybe a flex to show off how hard his muscled body really was, and then moving on. For the hour and a half or so he was on stage, he'd caught about 5 girls' eyes and, just for a laugh, he'd even done it to a couple of guys. One in particular had been fun for him. He saw this guy looking at him, practically drooling, and this guy was hot himself, wearing a dark red leather jacket, about 6' tall, broad-shouldered, stubbled face, tan, overall very nice. Austin smiled, flexed his right arm to a rock hard peak earning a scream from the girls in the audience before moving on to sing the remainder of his set. Austin took his well earned bow, ripped his vest in two and pulled a double bicep flex before leaving the stage. The manager was gob-smacked and unable to speak as Austin walked past him. Finally he spoke as Austin was going into his changing room. "Austin, honey, there's a couple of VIPs in the audience. One of them would love to meet you; do you think you'd be able to meet him, just quickly?" Austin shrugged and agreed, so he went into his changing room to wait. He pulled off his boots which he'd been wearing and his socks which were sweaty and he threw them in his holdall. There was a knock at the door, and the manager walked in with another man -- it was the guy from the audience who Austin had flexed for. "Austin, this is Dale Howard, he was on Big Brother this year and he just wanted to meet you."
"Hi there Austin, that was a great show. I was wondering if you'd like to go for a few drinks." Austin smiled at him, `he's got a cute smile,' Austin thought to himself, and then shook his head. "Us celebs have got to stick together after all." Dale continued, and then he looked at the manager and Austin did too -- the manager finally got the idea and left. Austin agreed to the drinks but said he'd have to finish getting ready, and Dale could hang around while he got done. Dale took off his dark red leather jacket, revealing a t-shirt that was clearly covering a sculpted chest and a muscular set of arms, nowhere near the same proportion as Austin's, but clearly well muscled. Austin watched Dale for a while, before realising that this guy had fucking stunning lips that he wanted his cock to plow through again and again. He thought he'd seen the guy staring at his body while on stage so over the next five minutes or so he touched himself, his chest, his abs, he rubbed his arms and even lifted his holdall just so they would be flexed as Dale watched him move. Finally, he said to Dale he had to take a shower as he was so sweaty. The shower was in a small room just off his changing room. Dale took a seat on the sofa in the changing room. Austin dropped his jeans and groped his crotch once to re-arrange himself, then turned away from Dale, and pushed his boxer-briefs down over his well muscled thighs to the floor. He grabbed a towel and sauntered into the bathroom. If he'd been able to see Dale's face, he probably would have simply fucked the open mouth then and there. Austin deliberately left the door open a few inches, not quite enough for Dale to look in without moving from the sofa, but enough that he could look in if he wanted to move.
Austin climbed in under the steaming hot water and started to wash his sweaty body clean. The water ran over his smooth pecs and abs, running in streams down the deep crevices between his muscles. His arms raised and flexed as he washed his hair and under his armpits. Then he heard the door creak open, and as he turned, pretending his head was still under the water so he couldn't see, he saw Dale's face in the crack in the doorway. So, he decided to put on a show for the studly voyeur. He lifted his arms to wash his hair and flexed his biceps hard, making them bulge and strain under the running water. He soaped his muscled chest, and let the suds run down over his rippling mid-section. He let Dale watch as he soaped up his muscled butt. Finally, he turned fully and saw that Dale's eyes were glued to his muscular body. Dale's hands were clearly groping his own crotch and massaging his cock to full mast in his jeans which he had unzipped and was just now pulling his thick 8" of meat out. Austin reached down and watched Dale's hands and imitated them on his own cock -- he started to slowly run his hands up and down his meat, and as he did so his chest flexed hard eliciting a gentle moan from Dale who realised what Austin was doing, even if he didn't realise yet that it was for his benefit.
Finally, Austin's cock was about half hard and was about the same size as Dale's own, but Austin needed to fuck that stunner of a face, hard. "Oi you dirty perv, get over here on your knees, gay boy. Show me how much you want this meat." Austin said loud enough to be heard over the water running. Dale froze, but then pushed the door open. His face had gone red through the embarrassment of being caught, but he was clearly too turned on by the thought of kneeling before this muscle-god to turn down the offer. He walked right up to the shower and dropped to his knees. His t-shirt was immediately soaked as were his jeans. He didn't seem to care, as he leant in to worship the growing meat. Austin leant back, his broad muscled back hitting the cold tiles. Dale's hot mouth landed about halfway down the shaft of Austin's meat and worked its way to the bell end. "That's it bitch, work it in." Austin laced his hands into Dale's hair, guiding him, forcing him down to the tip of his mighty cock before shoving his face down, not using too much force to start with. Dale moaned as the thick meat stretched his mouth wide, so far the length of Austin's cock had just filled Dale's mouth, but Austin longed for the kind of domination he had felt with Robert just a few hours earlier. "You like my meat bitch boy?" Austin asked, looking down at the handsome man on his knees. Dale nodded and answered as well as he could with a massive cock in his mouth. "You like my muscles too?" Dale nodded again in the affirmative, and swiped his tongue over the tip of Austin's cock. Austin pulled Dale up and looked at him. His six pack was clearly visible through his soaked t-shirt. No doubt this guy was hot too. Austin flexed his right arm hard, making the peak of his bicep pulse and strain, clear lines of definition making a road map over his upper arm. "Suck it." Dale did as he was told and worshipped the shorter muscleman's huge bicep. "Yeah that's it, now suck my hard pecs." Austin flexed them and Dale did as he was told, lathering the slabs of flexing meat with his tongue. "Now my abs, worship them." Austin ordered and Dale sucked slowly on each of the eight bricks that formed Austin's rippling abdominals. Finally, Austin pulled Dale to his feet, he was rock hard now and his cock had been rubbing against Dale's stubbly cheek which was getting him off incredibly fast. Austin looked at those lips he'd wanted to fuck and got an overwhelming urge to lean in and before he knew it, he had Dale up against the shower wall, his tongue buried in the taller man's mouth. Dale's hands were locked around Austin's head, the taller man's body grinding against the musclegod before him. Austin's hands ran down Dale's back and he cupped the older man's butt in his strong hands and squeezed, hard. He never could have done that to a girl, he would've hurt her, but Dale just moaned. Austin tucked his hands down the back of Dale's jeans and played with the warm flesh of Dale's butt. "On your knees pussy boy," Austin said as Dale moaned, losing the tongue in his mouth. Dale dropped and gasped; only now seeing how massive Austin's meat truly was. He gulped and held his mouth open. Austin slapped his cock from side to side on Dale's face before grabbing his hair, tilting his head back further and forcing all 10" down Dale's throat. Dale had deep-throated before, but the sheer thickness of Austin's muscle cock almost made him throw up. He was pinned between Austin's muscular body and the stone wall behind him. He had to take it all, he didn't have a choice. "Get your cock out. I want to see you wanking off too." Austin announced, and Dale started to jerk his smaller meat. He was being forced to take this huge meat he desired more than anything, but he was never more turned on, and his own cock was shooting its load in seconds over Austin's feet. "Lick it off bitch!" Austin shouted and yanked his cock out of Dale's mouth. He forced Dale to suck up all his own cum while Austin wanked his enormous cock. Just as Dale came up from licking up his own mess, Austin started to shoot and he jammed his cock into the kneeling man's mouth. Dale started to swallow, but found he couldn't swallow it all and it started to make his eyes tear up, as cum spurted from the corners of his mouth and dribbled down his chin. Finally, Austin pulled out and shot his last few loads over Dale's handsome face. Austin took a deep breath, then grabbed the shower head and took the blasting water to Dale's face to wash him clean.
Austin stepped out the shower and dried off. Dale was still sat in the cubicle trying to catch his breath. Austin dressed in his Calvin Kleins and a pair of jeans, another black vest and he put a thick gold chain round his heavily muscled neck. "You need some spare clothes if we're going for a drink, don't you?" Austin said as he turned to face Dale fully dressed. Dale nodded pathetically. "Well, better see what we can sort out for you, unless you'd rather we go straight back to mine for a repeat performance?" Austin smirked as he cupped Dale's face in his hand and got a smile from the breathless man. "So, what'll it be bitch boy?"
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