S-CLUB LOVERS
DISCLAIMER: This story in no way implies that Jon or Paul from S Club 7 are gay. It is purely fictional. All comments welcome at jon_stansfield@talk21.com
As normal, every member of S-Club 7 was on a high. They were backstage after a live gig for Radio 1, feeling on top of the world, basking in the glory of the excellent performance they had just given.
"You know what we should do?" Rachel said as the band hurried towards their dressing rooms.
"No," Bradley chirped, flashing his pearl-white grin for all to see, "why don't you tell us?"
"Have a party!" Rachel exclaimed, "celebrate the gig."
Paul flashed Jon a look, indicating that they should use the opportunity and make their excuses. For the past couple of weeks, Jon and Paul had realised that they were attracted to one another, that they wanted to be lovers, but they had spent no time alone together, had had no opportunity to explore their desires. Now, Paul could see their chance. With the other S-Clubbers partying, Jon and he could be alone together at last.
"I dunno," Jon said, trying to formulate an excuse on the spot, "I'm feeling a bit weak. Got a headache. Loud music, y'know?"
"Aaah," said Paul in mock sympathy, "we can't leave you in on your own. Tell you what, I'll come round to your room and we'll watch a video, OK?"
"Cheers, Paul," Jon said, with equally mock gratitude.
"Settled then!" Rachel grinned, "the two old men can watch a vid, the rest of us party!" Then came a general murmur of assent from the rest of the band, and they reached their own private dressing rooms and parted.
Later, Jon was slumped in front of the TV in his hotel room, casually dressed in black jeans and a red shirt, when he heard the long awaited knock at his door. He jumped up out of his chair and opened the door. Standing there, a cheeky, almost child-like grin on his face, was Paul. Unlike Jon, who was skinny (although nicely toned) with a cute but slightly feminine face and blonde hair, Paul was more muscular. His chest and arms were broad and well developed, no flab, no six-pack, but one got the impression that he kept fit. His hair was brown and cut short, his face cute but more masculine than Jon's. He was wearing a white T-shirt and black jogging bottoms. On his feet were white trainers, which he threw off as Jon ushered him in.
Without a word to each other, the couple moved in for a passionate kiss. Jon could feel the heat radiating from his friend as their lips met, and would have sighed with pleasure when his tongue met Paul's if he'd not been in another boy's mouth and so unable to make a sound. The couple fell onto Jon's bed, Jon on top, all the while frenching away like there was no tomorrow. Passionately, Paul had slid his hands under Jon's shirt, and was rubbing against Jon's hot bare flesh, basking in the sensuality of it all. He withdrew his hands, and started to unbutton Jon's shirt, practically ripping the fabric off his friend's shoulders in his frantic desire to expose Jon's bare chest. When he'd finished, he climbed on top of Jon, admiring his nicely toned physique, his lightly tanned skin and his immensely suckable nipples. In a mad sexual rush, Paul tore off his own T-shirt, exposing to Jon his muscular torso, broad shoulders and equally suckable nipples.
The couple kissed again, exchanging oral juices, savouring the taste of one another as they rolled around on the bed, semi-naked, the bare flesh of both their chests rubbing erotically together, the immense heat of sexual desire radiating between them. By this time, they were both hot and sweaty. Paul moved down to the bottom of the bed and pulled Jon's sweat soaked socks off his feet. Inhaling the aroma deeply, Paul thrust his face into Jon's feet, licking the sweat from in between his toes and lapping up the sweat from his soles. Jon, whose feet were very ticklish, wriggled about on the bed, moaning with pleasure as Paul continued to lick every part of both of Jon's beautiful bare feet.
When he'd finished, Paul yanked off his own socks, and thrust his sweaty feet in Jon's face. Overcome with an urge of sexual heat, Jon licked all the sweat from Paul's feet, running his tongue sensually along the soles, taking the toes one by one into his hot mouth and sucking all the sweat from them, and finally licking the tops of both feet for good measure. Paul then began to lick Jon's chest, coating it with saliva, flicking his tongue sensually over both nipples. Jon was in heaven.
By now, both boys' crotches were stretched to the full. Jon's dick ached for release, throbbing in his boxers, pouring out pre-cum which wet not only his underwear but also his jeans. Paul was in a similar predicament; Jon could see the boner stretching the front of his mate's joggers and could also see the damp patch that could only be pre-cum.
"Enough foreplay," Jon said, "I want some dick!"
On saying this, he reached down and unbuttoned his jeans, then yanked them off, revealing his damp white boxers, soaked with sweat and pre-cum. He pulled his boxers off too, revealing to Paul a completely erect, uncut, throbbing 8-inch cock. Paul hurriedly removed his own pants and underwear, and moved in to suck Jon's cock. Jon groaned with pleasure as Paul's hot lips closed around the head of his dick and Paul began to suck it, slurping the pre- cum from his piss slit. Paul sucked fiercely, and it felt to Jon like he'd caught his dick in the hose of a hot, wet vacuum cleaner. He was in paradise, seeing Paul's erect 9-inch uncut dick throbbing and spilling out pre-cum whilst his own 8-incher did the same thing in Paul's mouth. Paul was enjoying it just as much. He loved the salty sweet taste of Jon's pre-cum, and longed for hot wads of the real thing to shoot down his throat. He was getting into a good rhythm now, and was able to take progressively more and more of Jon's shaft into his mouth. Sweat was dripping from them both, soaking the bed sheets, as Jon began to automatically thrust his hips forward, forcing his dick down Paul's throat. Paul kept on sucking as Jon's thrusts became faster and harder, and soon Jon let out a moan as thick, creamy streams of cum shot out of the end of his rod and down Paul's throat. The taste of Jon's hot boy-juice sent Paul wild, and he gulped the majority of the load greedily down. He saved the last of it on his tongue, and moved up to kiss his friend. Jon groaned faintly as he sucked his own cum off his mate's warm tongue.
"My turn to cum," Paul said, simply, when the kiss had finished, "get on all fours!"
This excited Jon, who had never had a dick up his arse before, and was, although a little nervous of how painful it would be, really looking forward to it. He obligingly got into the doggy position, and felt Paul's body-heat behind him, and the heat from Paul's chest above his own back. Jon had never wanted anything as much.
"I'm gonna fuck you like a dog," Paul whispered in Jon's ear. Jon moaned as he felt his friend's hot breath on the back of his neck.
"Woof woof!" Jon panted, a huge expectant grin showing Paul that his friend had no objections to being fucked in this way. Jon's arse was already well lubed with all the sweat that had secreted itself there, and the same applied to Paul's dick, which was coated in sticky pre-cum. Paul lined his cock up with Jon's cute, immensely tight pink pucker and pressed gently forward. The head of Paul's dick just penetrated Jon, who let out a yell of surprise and pain.
"You OK with this?" Paul asked, concerned for his new-found lover.
"Yeah, it just hurts a bit," Jon panted. "I'll be alright in a bit."
"You just tell me if you wanna stop," Paul said, kissing the back of his friend's neck.
"Not really fucking me like a dog are you?!" Jon panted between husky breaths. "Gone soft?!"
That worked. Jon wanted the sex to be rough, and knew the only way to get that was to taunt Paul. Obligingly, his friend rammed his dick all the way up Jon's chute. The pain as his sphincter was forced open was incredible, Jon thought his insides were being torn apart.
"You like that?" Paul asked, his tongue licking the sweat off Jon's back, "you like my red hot poker up your arse?"
By this time, Paul had got a regular thrusting motion going, fucking Jon's arse rhythmically, and the young blonde gradually felt less pain and more pleasure. His dick was rock hard in front of him, and throbbed every time Paul hit his prostate.
"Yeah." he replied, dreamily, ".keep.fucking.me.please.Paul!"
"Pleasure!" Paul said. The feeling of Jon's hot chute clamped around his dick was sending Paul wild, and he thrusted faster and faster, harder and harder. All the while he licked Jon's back, enjoying all the new erotic sensations he never thought he'd experience. To be with a guy, to be up Jon felt so natural, so beautiful and so right. Jon and Paul found each other beautiful, and now they were having sex. Waves of emotions surged through Paul as his hormones took over, as the pleasure of the sex welled up inside him, as his dick slid in and out of Jon's hot, tight rear. Eventually, he let out a final moan as huge wads of cum shot from his dick straight into Jon's insides. He withdrew and gently, almost lazily wanked Jon's dick until his friend came once again. He licked some of the cum off his hand, but the rest had flown all over the bed. The sheets they both lay on were drenched in sweat and cum, but the couple didn't care. They hugged up close and fell asleep, naked in each other's arms. They had had sex. They were as one. One beautiful pair of young, fit lovers, who would doubtless have sex together again.