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Niall Horan:
"Thank fuck" Niall sighed, entering his hotel room at 9pm. It had been a long day of filming for One Direction's latest music video and he was exhausted. He had been on set since 7 in the morning and was absolutely shattered, having flown from London with his band-mates late the previous night, managing to get virtually no sleep. He closed the door behind him and scanned the luxurious room, his eyes darting from the huge flat screen TV on the wall to the lavish four-poster bed. Even after 4 years he couldn't believe that this was his life. Here he was in a five star hotel in Los Angeles, staying in a penthouse room which was probably the size of his entire house back home in Ireland! He saw his suitcase had already been delivered to the room and was lying at the side of the bed. He walked over to the sliding glass doors which led out to the balcony, admiring the view which greeted him. It was dusk, and the lights of the city landscape stood out against the ever darkening sky. He walked out onto the balcony, the cool night air reviving him slightly. He spent around five minutes admiring the view, appreciating how lucky he was. He began to get cold and decided to head back into his room again, closing the sliding doors as he did so and pulling the curtains. He knew all too well that there would be paparazzi lurking nearby and he didn't want them to get any photos of him as he got undressed later.
He sat down on the bed, grabbing the TV remote and switching it on. He spent several minutes flicking through the channels but there was very little on. Finally he settled for an old episode of "Scrubs" which he had seen countless times before, however he still found it funny. After the episode ended he decided it was time for bed. He stood up and stretched, yawning as he did so. He peeled off his jumper, in the process his t-shirt underneath rolled up, revealing his pale, toned torso. He quickly tossed the jumper over a nearby chair, closely followed by the t-shirt. His upper body was toned, not quite defined and he had always been quite self-conscious about it. He knew he wasn't as well built as Liam, but he had been spending more time in the gym recently and it was starting to tell. He had the beginnings of a six pack developing and his chest was beginning to fill out too. His pale complexion also bothered him slightly. All the other boys in the group were a lot more tanned than him, but any time he went out in the sun he simply got sunburnt and went bright red, which annoyed him. The only positive of his fair skin was the fact that it made his dark chest hair more pronounced. Niall was incredibly proud of his chest hair as he felt it marked him out as a masculine guy. He always teased Harry and Zayn due to their lack of chest hair, saying they weren't real men, however Zayn often shot back that at least he could grow a proper beard. Over the past few months, Nialls chest hair had grown nicely, sprouting outwards from the centre of his chest and around his nipples. He noticed recently that his stomach was beginning to get a bit furry too. He had had a happy trail for a while now, however over the past month or so, he noticed the hair had started to become thicker and darker, leading from his belly-button and disappearing from sight beneath the waistband of his Calvin Klein underwear. He stretched again, raising his arms above his head, revealing his furry pits. He kicked off his Nike shoes, revealing his big feet, clad in white adidas socks. He undid the belt buckle of his jeans, followed by the buttons. Once they were undone, the jeans fell to the floor and he stepped carefully out of them. His legs were skinny, and no matter how much he tried to bulk them up it made no difference. He spent countless hours at the gym with a personal trainer, trying to get bigger quads and calfs, however nothing seemed to work. Recently, he hadn't been able to train as he had surgery on his right knee, which had left a nasty pink scar on his leg. He tossed the jeans onto the chair on top of his jumper and t-shirt. He was now standing in only his white Calvin Klein briefs and his white adidas socks. He sat on the bed again, bending over to remove his socks, rolling them off over his size 12 feet. He stood up once again, heading to the bathroom to brush his teeth and take a piss before bed. The bathroom was just as opulent as the bedroom, with a stand-alone bath, marble floors and a power-shower. He went to the sink, grabbing the complimentary toothbrush and toothpaste on the counter-top. After a quick brush, he spat the last of the toothpaste from his mouth. He turned around and walked to the toilet. He reached under the waistband of his briefs, grasping his dick and balls in his hand and lifting them out, tucking the waistband underneath them. His dick was a decent size, despite being flaccid- around 4 inches, while his balls were large and hung heavily, covered in hairs. His dick was nestled in his trimmed bush of dark brown pubes. He rolled his foreskin back, revealing the deep red-coloured head of his dick. He relaxed and let the piss stream from his slit, sighing as he did so. Once he was finished, he shook his dick a few times, making sure there was no piss left, before tucking it back into the underwear. He flushed the toilet, heading back into the bedroom.
Back in the bedroom, he climbed into bed, enjoying the feeling of the silk sheet against his skin. He reached down under the covers, tugging at the waistband of his briefs, pulling them off. He tossed them on the pile of already discarded clothes on the chair next to the bed. He enjoyed lying naked, it gave his dick and balls time to "breathe" after being stuffed away for the whole day. He reached down and gave his dick a slight squeeze, resulting in it giving a lurch. He hadn't played with it for nearly a week as he had been so busy with the band. Despite the tiredness which was crashing over him, he decided that he would have a quick wank, it would probably help him get to sleep anyway, he said to himself! Again he gave his dick a squeeze and again it gave a lurch. He was now semi-erect, his dick beginning to throb and sway as blood pumped through it. He gripped the base, enjoying the warmth of it against his hand. He slowly began to snake his way up the shaft, as he did so his cock continued to swell, and by the time he had reached the tip, it had grown to its full 7 inches, creating a rather large protrusion of the bed covers. He threw the blankets back, allowing his cock to be displayed freely. He sat staring at it for a few moments, admiring it. He admired the deep red mushroom head, the veins which ran down it's length, the hairs which had started to sprout along the shaft, towards the base, the way it got thicker towards the base, the way it swayed to his heartbeat. He grabbed it again, giving it a firm tug, pursing his lips as he did so. He ran a thumb along it's underside, releasing a low moan as it rolled over his sensitive glans. He continued to circle the head with his thumb, whilst with his other hand he cupped his hairy balls, feeling their heat. He played with each ball in turn, squeezing them gently, every so often allowing another moan to escape his lips as the combination of sensations from playing with his dick and balls increased his arousal. His head was swimming with pleasure. Over the past few months he had neglected his dick, only ever taking speedy wanks, never taking time to experience the pleasures he could give himself. Precum was spilling from his slit, slicking his head as he continued to rub it. He was overcome with pleasure. Suddenly he decided to increase the pleasure even further. He reached out to the side of the bed, grabbing his suitcase and hauling it towards him as he lay on the bed. He reached down and unzipped the case, flipping the lid open, revealing numerous t-shirts, vests, shorts, pairs of trainers. He delved his hand into the case, feeling towards the bottom of it. His fingers connected with a solid object around the size of an old VHS tape case. He smiled and wrapped his hand around it and pulled it out through all of the clothes. Once he removed it from the case, he put it on the bed next to him. It was a small safe, made of plain black metal, with four rows of numbers on the side. Niall took this everywhere with him, in case he ever got the chance to have some alone time like he had now. He twisted the numbers to the correct combination and heard a click. He lifted the lid of the safe to reveal a sex toy. A 6 inch vibrator with a curved end. His heart began to thump in anticipation. His dick was still rock hard, leaking precum onto the silk sheets. He wasn't gay, he kept telling himself, he just liked to give himself as much pleasure as he could, and if that meant using a sex toy, so be it. Sure, he had seen all of the other guys in the band naked, and he knew they were attractive, but he never fancied them or thought of them in a sexual way at all.
He licked his lips in anticipation, "This is going to be fucking amazing" he whispered to himself in his deep, Irish voice. He grabbed the vibrator in his left hand, it was a bit smaller than his dick, but it was the same girth, if not a bit thicker. "Shit" he muttered to himself, he had no lube. He decided that the copious amounts of precum he was producing would be sufficient to lube the toy up- his ass wasn't as tight as it first was when he started using the toy, it had stretched slightly and he hoped that, despite the fact that nothing had been up there for quite a while, his precum should lubricate the toy enough.
He had never told anyone about the vibrator. One time around a year ago, Liam came into his room when the safe was sitting out and tried to break into it, but Niall told him it was family photos from his childhood and Liam quickly lost interest, happy to respect his friends privacy.
Niall reached down to his dick again, squeezing the inflamed head to force out any precum. Sure enough, a sizeable amount oozed onto his fingers, which he transferred to the toy, trying to make it as slick as possible. He gathered some saliva in his mouth and spat it on too, rubbing it on to make it as easy to enter as possible. Once he had done as much as he could, he sat up on the bed, flipped himself over and drew himself onto his knees so that his ass was in the air. He arched his back, making his ass protrude further. His dick and balls hung low between his legs, his dick still obscenely hard. His heart began to race and his breathing quickened as he pictured what he was about to do with himself. He gripped the lubed up sex toy in his left hand, while he moved his right hand towards his ass. He reached around, spreading the slightly hairy cheeks as best he could, revealing his deep, hair-filled trench. While his exercises in the gym did little to improve his legs, they worked wonders on his ass, the two globes of muscle perched proudly on top of his skinny, hairy thighs. He moved his fingers into his trench, inching towards his quivering hole. He used the tip of his index finger to rub his rosebud gently as it pulsated in anticipation for what was to come. He slipped the finger inside, gasping as he did so, his beautiful Irish face contorted in pleasure. He thought of all of the millions of girls (and guys) who wanted to pleasure him, wanted to worship him, but none of them could give him the pleasure he could give himself. He pushed the sole finger in and out, rocking his body as he did so, his dick swaying and spilling more precum onto the sheets. He was getting close to his climax already and he hadn't even started using the toy yet and he hadn't touched his dick in almost 15 minutes. He removed his finger, his hole protesting at the emptiness it felt. He pulled the finger to his nose and sniffed it, the deep smell of his ass filling his nostrils, causing him to feel dizzy. He now moved the toy towards his hole, pressing it against the hairy entrance. He forced himself to relax, allowing his hole to open of its own accord. Slowly, he began to push the toy in gently, the curved end entering with a slight pop. Niall hissed in pleasure, beads of sweat beginning to form on his forehead, his normally perfectly preened blond hair becoming dishevelled as he lost himself in pleasure, fucking himself with a vibrator. He pushed the toy in to the hilt, his moans becoming more guttural and animalistic as he satisfied his urges. He twisted the toy slightly, searching for his prostate. After a few seconds of searching, he found it, his body shaking from the explosion of pleasure he experienced. His dick lurched once more, spewing yet more precum onto the bed. He flicked the switch on the vibrator, turning it on and hearing the faint hum of the toy and feeling it as it repeatedly pulsed and hit his prostate. Already he could feel his heavy balls churning his cum. He used his free hand to reach down to his cock, burying his face in the soft pillow and moaning loudly. He began to wank his dick furiously, whilst at the same time he pressed a button on the vibrator, increasing the speed of vibration, taking him to the next level of of bliss. He raised his head from the pillow screaming "Fuck me! Fuck me! Yeah, fuck me!" His hand was now a blur on his dick as he pulled it as fast as he could. After a matter of seconds his toes began to curl, his legs stiffened and he began to convulse. His dick exploded, massive shots of cum flying from the slit and landing on the sheets. He roared incoherently, lost in pleasure. He continued to shoot for what felt like an hour, cum continuing to gush from his dick. His orgasm finally subsided and he breathed heavily. He turned off the vibrator and pulled it slowly out of his used hole, hearing the pop as it came out, the emptiness filing his ass again. His dick quickly softened, now fully spent. He rolled off the bed, standing up and observing the mess he made, the sheet was drenched in both precum and cum. He reached a finger down, picking some up on his finger. It was still warm having only been churned from his balls a few seconds before. He raised the finger to his mouth, placing it in his mouth and sucking it, being overwhelmed by the saltiness that filled his mouth. He always tried a small bit of his cum every time he wanked, it was like a tradition by this stage. He enjoyed the deep, musky taste, the taste of sex, of manliness. There was a smell of testosterone and cum in the air. He pulled off the sheet from the bed, carrying it to the bathroom together with the vibrator. He dumped the sheet in the bath, deciding he would clean it in the morning. He held the toy under the tap, washing it clean. He returned to the room and placed it back in the safe. He collapsed naked on the bed, on top of the duvet, and sighed contentedly, enjoying the sense of relief he had now that he had released all of his tension. He quickly fell asleep, his beautiful naked body finally relaxed, his well stretched pink ass recovering from the abuse it had just received.
Thanks for taking the time to read this. I would appreciate any feedback as this is only my second ever story and any advice/input would be welcome.
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