Hey y'all!! This is a short story I've been working on for AGES, and I hope you all like it. Feel very free to write to me with your comments, they will be greatly appreciated. The address is jack_kea@hotmail.com. Look forward to hearing from ya!!
Disclaimer: It's fiction. Don't read if you shouldn't. This story is not intended to imply anything about the sexuality of any celebrity mentioned.
Master and Apprentice by Irda Majere
George Michael sighed as he looked around the club. He hated these showbiz parties. They were full of annoying, uninteresting people who were unfortunately very interested in him and insisted he'd talk to them, just so that they could say they'd been "hanging out with George Michael". 'I need another drink,' the superstar thought glumly as he made his way over to the bar.
"Double gin, thanks," George said with a fake smile to the pretty young girl serving behind the bar. She had this air of 'I'm working in The POD and meeting lots of famous people!' about her, and it was really getting on the singer's nerves. Well, most things were getting on his nerves that night. The girl handed him his drink and he paid up, letting her keep the change. She flashed a smile which was highly exaggerated, and George quickly left before the urge to grab her and shake some sense into her became unbearable.
The singer continued scanning the club for signs of someone worth talking to while sipping his drink, his other hand resting in his pocket. He was looking quite good, even if he said so himself. He was dressed in a dark blue Gucci suit he'd bought recently, and was already very fond of. His well-trimmed beard and dark glasses set the look off perfectly, and he was pretty sure he would get lucky tonight. He felt a pang of guilt as he thought about Kenny, but oh well. What he doesn't know can't hurt him, right? 'Sorry, baby, but I'm bored to death,' he apologized in his mind. 'Maybe getting laid will save me.'
Now the pop star started looking around the room again, looking for something completely different; not for someone to talk to but someone to have quick, meaningless sex with. He was in the mood for a challenge, a straight guy perhaps...
Just then, his prey walked in. The moment he saw the good-looking, young man, George knew he was going to get him naked before the night was out, by hook or by crook. He watched the blond singer as he looked around the club as if searching for someone. 'I hope he doesn't have the wife with him,' George thought as he began walking towards the younger man. As he came closer, he discovered his prey was on his own that night. 'Who died? Those two are usually stuck together.' The blonde hadn't noticed him yet, so he called his name.
"Ronan!" he called, making the pop star turn his head. When he spotted his idol he smiled broadly.
"Long time, no see!" he said warmly as he shook the older man's hand. George smiled back. Little did Ronan know that his famous friend was undressing him in his mind, thinking about all the things he'd been wishing for ever since he'd met the sexy blonde. 'If he could read thoughts, he would probably faint,' George thought to himself, his smile still on his face as he listened to Ronan go on about his wife being away for some reason or another. Just when he had fastened the handcuffs around the younger man's wrists, he heard someone calling his name.
"George, are you still with us?" It was Ronan, unfortunately with his clothes on and the object of George's desire tucked away safely in his pants. He had apparently asked George a question, but the latter had been too busy getting a hard on to hear it.
"Sorry, I dropped out there for a moment," he apologized, "what were you saying?"
"I asked if you'd seen any of the boys around. I was going to meet Steve and Eloy here, and I think Keith was coming too. Have you seen them?" George replied that he hadn't. "Oh, well, they'll turn up sooner or later," Ronan said, thus dismissing the subject.
It amused George immensely that even though he and Ronan had met several times; the younger man was always a tiny bit star struck around the older man. George had read in an interview in some teenybopper magazine or another that he was the blonde's life-long idol, and he toyed with the idea whether that might come to his advantage. Then suddenly something in his head spoke up: 'Get a grip, Georgey boy, you don't have a chance in hell with this one. He's straight as an arrow and happily married to boot.' But the singer had made a decision, and not even The Voice of Reason which tended to rear its ugly head once in a while would get him off it.
"So, can I buy you a drink?" George asked the younger man with his most engaging smile.
"Sure, if you insist!" the latter replied cheerfully.
"Absoloutely," George said as they made their way over to the bar. The elder decided that it would probably be best if Ronan consumed a considerable amount of alcohol before he started making a move, so George ordered drink after drink and soon the younger man was even more cheerful than before.
When George was convinced that Ronan wasn't entirely in his right mind, he began honing his plan, finding answers to questions like: How would he convince Ronan to accompany him to his hotel room? What reason could he possibly give?
But as he considered this, Ronan suddenly asked: "Hey George, I've been recording a few songs back home and I'd really like you to hear them. Your opinion would mean a lot to me, y'know," he said with inebriated enthusiasm.
'Perfect,' George thought gleefully, 'just perfect.' Under normal circumstances he probably would have politely refused, but he wanted this boy BAD. "Sure," he replied instead, "that would be great!" Ronan smiled widely and stood up to leave. George followed him out of the door and into a taxi waiting in a cue outside. Ronan gave the driver his address and off they went.
Once in the house, Ronan lead the way down to the basement where his home studio was situated. George made some polite, almost automatic remarks about how nice the studio was and Ronan accepted the compliments smiling. 'He's obviously quite proud of it,' George thought, amused. He kept forgetting how young Ronan was, compared to what he had accomplished in the music world. 'He must have quite a character, being able to handle it all.'
Ronan had gone upstairs to make coffee, and while George sat on the sofa, waiting for him to return, he started wondering how to make his move. He couldn't really grab him and tear his pants off. George sighed. He was getting too old for this. Seducing young, beautiful, straight men just wasn't as easy as it used to be. The right thing to do would be to forget all about it, listen to those tapes, nod approvingly (whatever they turned out to sound like), return to his hotel room and give Kenny a call.
No! He'd promised himself he would do this, and he was a man who always tried his hardest to keep his promises, at least when it suited him. Just then Ronan returned with two cups of coffee, and a gorgeous hairy chest. George noticed immediately that Ronan had remove his jacket and unbuttoned his shirt almost half the way down, revealing the totally touchable, white chest. Ronan handed the older man his mug, sipping gingerly on his own steaming drink.
"Ahh," he sighed. "Just what I needed." George smiled in reply as he took a small sip of the coffee. He hadn't really wanted any, but hey, you have to be polite to people you were about to seduce. He glanced up at Ronan. The blonde was just standing there, drinking his coffee and staring directly at George with a look the latter couldn't quite read.
Then, without a word, Ronan set his cup down on a table before starting to unbutton his shirt, never removing his gaze from George's eyes. It had been a long time since George had been so surprised and so completely turned on. After loosening the last button Ronan slid his shirt off his shoulders and placed himself astride on the older man's lap.
"God," Ronan breathed, "I've wanted to this for such a long time." He placed his left hand on George's face, his palm covering the bearded chin, and leaned in for a deep, sensual kiss.
As they kissed, George ran his hands up Ronan's bare back, marveling at the softness of the creamy skin which covered the beautiful body. Ronan used his right hand to loosen George's tie, eventually moving the left one down to unbutton the older man's shirt. Once the shirt was out of the way, Ronan ran his finger's tenderly over George's nipples, pinching them painfully before leaning down and taking each in his mouth and biting on them, again calling forth the irresistable feeling of pain and pleasure.
Then suddenly Ronan stopped and stood up. George almost cried out from the sore loss of the warm body in his arms, but swiftly recovered when he saw Ronan remove the rest of his clothes, eventually ending up completely naked and sporting a raging hard on. George's eyes were transfixed on the beautiful organ as Ronan slowly walked towards him. When he stopped, George was face to face with the object of his desire and he quickly engulfed it as if someone was going to take it away from him if he didn't capture it immediately.
Ronan groaned and painfully pulled at George's hair as the older man serviced him greedily. Then suddenly Ronan slammed his member all the way down George's throat, cumming inside him with a roar. He didn't remove his softening cock from George's now-spent mouth until he'd swallowed every drop. Once he did, he pulled George up to his feet.
"Let's go to bed," he breathed into George's ear as he grabbed his belt and led his lover up to the bedroom, still butt naked. His round, firm ass looked so inviting to George, he prayed Ronan would give him a piece.
They entered the large bedroom and Ronan immediately started stripping George of his clothes, impatiently discarding them on the floor in a pile. Then he pushed George down on the edge of the bed before again placing himself astride the older man's lap. Planting his lips on George's, he wrapped his hand around his lover's shaft and placed it at the entrance of his hole.
He broke the kiss and asked in a husky voice: "Do you want it?" George was too horny to speak, he just nodded eagerly in reply. Then, without further ado, Ronan slid the hard member inside of him, making George throw his head back in pleasure. As he worked the older man's cock, Ronan took George's tongue into his mouth and sucked on it in a way that effectively sped up George's climax.
Before long, George shot his load inside his younger lover, making Ronan squeeze his shoulders painfully, and so adding to the older man's pleasure.
Catching his breath, Ronan lay his head on George's shoulder. "God, that was good," he whispered. He raised his head and looked into his lover's eyes. "Did you enjoy that, Georgey?" he said as he took the older man's hand in his and placed one of his fingers in his mouth, sucking on it lightly and making George gasp as he nodded in reply.
After a while he removed George's finger from his mouth and stood up. George could see that Ronan was hard again, and the sight made his mouth water. 'Damn, I wouldn't mind another taste of that,' he thought as he watched Ronan stroke his erection gently.
"Turn around," Ronan suddenly said and George didn't have to be told twice. He turned around and got on his hands and knees, eagerly awaiting what he knew was coming. Ronan leaned over him and whispered into his ear: "Don't know about you, but I like it dry." George smiled inwardly, it was just gettting better and better.
Ronan placed himself behind his older lover and without any warning pushed his member to the hilt into George's ass, making George cry out in pain and Ronan moan from pleasure.
It was a while before the pain began to subside, such was the force of Ronan's hard, fast thrusts. But once it started lessening, it was replaced with an incredible amount of pleasure. Ronan let out a loud groan as he came, and when he'd removed himself from George's tunnel, the older man felt him clean up the mess he'd made with his tongue, the incredible feeling making him collapse onto the bed.
When Ronan had finished cleaning the older man up, he sat up on the bed and George turned aournd to face him. "Thank you," George whispered with a smile. Ronan grinned back and lay back down, pulling George on top of him.
"My pleasure!" he said before planting a kiss on the older man's lips. But as they kissed, someone suddenly burst into the bedroom.
"What the fuck!?" the intruder yelled. George had barely managed to turn around to face the enraged man when he was pulled off the bed and thrown onto the floor.
"Areq, be nice!" Ronan scolded as the man called Areq stormed over to where George lay huddled on the floor, so scared he was close to wetting himself. Areq was about to attack the pathetic looking figure of the superstar, when all of a sudden his clenched fists unclenched and his angry features softened. It was as if he'd recognized the man he'd just thrown on the floor, and decided against poverising him.
"You just thank God you are who you are," he said in an icy tone, "or you'd be a dead man!" That said, he turned around to face Ronan.
"Baby!" Ronan exclaimed and jumped into the huge man's arms. "I've missed you so much," he said as he was engulfed in an equally big embrace.
"Missed you too, beautiful," Areq replied as he lifted Ronan up into the air, the smaller man wrapping his legs around the big man's waist. Suddenly he smiled. "You're naked," he said in a suggestive tone. Ronan's face also broke into a cheeky smile as Areq gently laid him down on the bed before proceeding to removing his clothes.
"I'm glad you've kept your shape," Ronan teased as Areq finished undressing. George's mouth dropped open at the sight of the black man's naked body.
'This guy gives Tyson Beckford a long run for his money,' the singer thought to himself as the tall man gracefully placed himself on top of the blond man lying on the bed. They started kissing, and George admitted that it was the hottest sight he'd ever seen. Then suddenly Areq's head snapped up.
"Get out," he said in a low but deadly voice, and George dared not but obey. As he hurriedly gathered his clothes and exited the room, the couple was already at it, the sexy moans and grunts coming from them making George feel incredibly sorry for himself for having to leave.
On the way to the hotel, George suddenly thought of something. Why had the big guy spared him when he'd found out who he was? 'I doubt he's a big fan,' George thought with a small smile.
When the singer finally reached his hotel room, he lay down on the bed and thought about his exciting and eventful night. It sure hadn't turned out the way he'd thought; what with Ronan seducing him instead of vice versa, but he didn't mind it at all. Sighing, he reached over to the phone and loyally dialled his boyfriend's number.
"Hey, Kenny!" he said happily as the older man answered. "How are you baby?"
The End
Hope you liked it! Send all your lovely comments to jack_kea@hotmail.com I look forward to hearing from you!! Oh, and why DID Areq spare him? Mystery, isn't it? :o)