Well, there has been a lot going on at the TOTP studios - well, in my head anyway. These events never really happened, but I like to imagine. I have nothing to do with Top Of The Pops, or the BBC. I don't know anything about the sexuality of any celebrities in the stories, and they have probably never done anything as interesting as this! If only...
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Since the break-up of Steps, the individual members had been trying to carve out new solo careers for themselves. Today, Lee found himself at a loose end, so he decided to pop into the Top Of The Pops studios, to relive happy memories. Steps had provided the happiest days of his life, and through it all, he had managed to keep his sexuality a well-covered secret. The media never knew that he was gay, and only some people in the music business knew, many of whom he'd fucked during his five years on the circuit.
He was walking down one corridor of the studio, and could hear a female voice rehearsing on the stage next-door, sounded like Pink. He looked at the various photos on the corridor walls, and wasn't looking where he was going. He happened to gaze rather too long at a photo of an old Steps performance,when he bumped into someone and was brought down to earth.
"Oh sorry!" said Lee, in shock. He looked away from the photo and found himself confronted with Shane Filan, one fifth of Westlife, probably the most successful act in the British charts today, and one of Lee's favourite fucks.
"Mate! How are you? How are you getting on?" said Shane, excitedly. The two had not seen each other for several months now, and had not fucked since Steps' last performance in December.
"Oh...you know...just came over here to reminisce..." said Lee, not in a very happy voice. Westlife and Steps had been matched against each other in 'chart wars' in the press many times, but in reality, Lee and Shane made it practice to have a hot fuck session whenever they bumped into each other. The rest of Westlife had no idea about Shane's actions, and at this moment they were all having a kick-around with a football outside. They would never find out...
"I think I know how to cheer you up..." said Shane seductively, with his soft Irish voice. The two looked into each other's eyes and connected. Shane grabbed Lee's hand and, running, dragged him to Westlife's dressing room. They shut the door behind them, and bolted it. They could not keep their hands off each other.
Their lips and tongues entwined, and they both breathed heavily. Lee's hands ran all over the back of Shane's black shirt, and Shane's fingers rubbed Lee's muscular stomach through his T-shirt. "You know what?" said Shane suddenly.
"What? Why are we stopping?" said Lee, almost disappointed. Shane gave Lee a long, hard kiss, biting Lee's bottom lip as he pulled away. "Well?" asked Lee, still confused. Shane rushed to the door on the other side of the dressing-room, went through and shut it behind him. Lee was too slow, and banged on the door impatiently. "Shane!!! Baby, what's going on?" At that moment, Lee heard running water, and a smile grew on his face.
He stood back, and Shane opened the bathroom door. He had removed his dark trousers, and stood next to the shower, with his black shirt half-undone. "I fancied a shower..." smiled Shane, and he laughed as Lee stepped forward. Lee grabbed hold of Shane's shirt collar, and pulled him in for a kiss. They both moaned, and Lee's other hand slid down to rub Shane's hairy stomach. Shane's hands ran through Lee's dark, curly hair and held his head tightly. The pair separated, and Lee finished unbuttoning Shane's shirt. He pushed the shirt off Shane's shoulders and it fell onto the floor.
"I love that tummy of yours..." said Lee, growling, and he dropped down to lick round Shane's navel. Shane continued to hold the back of Lee's head as Lee's tongue swirled over Shane's flat stomach, and plunged into his navel.
"Mmmmmmm...you're good at that, baby," moaned Shane. "It's been too long..." Shane's hands reached down to pull Lee up for another long kiss, and then peeled Lee's tight T-shirt up over his head. Lee's body was firmly muscled, thanks to many hours in the gym, and his six-pack was already glistening with beads of sweat. "Looking good, mate..." Shane continued, licking his lips. The pair kissed again, and Lee's strong arms wrapped around Shane as they pressed their torsos together. They both moaned again, and then remembered that the shower was on.
"Get those boxers off!" said Lee, in an aggressive tone.
"Hey!" said Shane, raising his eyebrows. "Same goes for you!" The pair laughed, and Lee pulled down his jeans. The pair stood next to the shower, wearing only their boxers, and Lee licked his lips as he noticed Shane's cock peeping out from his waistband. Shane stepped forward and strongly grabbed Lee's hard cock through his boxers. Lee was taken aback, and Shane spun Lee around.
"Woah!" shouted Lee, almosty dizzy. He had not expected this rough treatment, but Shane pressed him up against the wall so that the tent in his boxers was pressed against the cold wall tiles. Shane stood behind him, and pulled on Lee's waistband, sliding the boxers down over his arse. As he did this, Shane leant down and followed the waistband with his tongue, licking over Lee's buttocks, and down his crack. Lee breathed out slowly, causing the tile in front of him to steam up. He didn't know what Shane was going to do next. Shane seemed in a strange mood; one minute passionate and tender, and next pushy and aggressive. Lee couldn't concentrate on thinking, though, as he could only close his eyes, and enjoy the sensation of Shane's tongue in his arse-crack. Shane's licked around Lee's arsehole, then he licked two fingers, and began to press into Lee's hole.
"Mmmmmmm...." Lee sighed with pleasure.
"You like that, baby?" said Shane. His accent drove Lee wild, and Shane pushed harder with his fingers, working in and out of Lee's hole. Lee's moans and deep breathing grew and Shane's rhythm increased, but just as Lee was getting sweaty, Shane suddenly stopped, and pulled his fingers out.
"Shane, man, what's up?" asked Lee, frustrated. He was about to turn round, when Shane grabbed him forcefully, bent him over and pushed his head under the shower. Lee was caught short of breath, and swallowed a load of water. Shane held Lee in position, and slipped his own boxers off. Grabbing hold of Lee's hips, he pushed as hard as he could to get his thick, 9in cock deep into Lee's hole. Lee shouted at this 'choking' sensation, but could not do anything, as the shower water pelted down on his head and shoulders. Shane managed to get 6in in his first push, then forced the whole 9in into Lee's stretched hole. Lee had taken cock before, but the force caused Lee to shout again. Shane continued to pummel Lee's arse, his cock forcing in and out of his hole like a piston. Lee was pushed forward and backwards, and could not turn round to get his head out of the shower. Sweat was pouring down Shane's hairy chest, as his energy increased, and he pounded Lee's arse still harder.
Lee's shoulders and back were pelted with water, and he kept his head down so he could breathe, but he shouted with pleasure at Shane's amazing fucking. Shane's sweat ran down his stomach, and started to dampen his crotch. Lee felt Shane's pubic hair on his arse at every thrust, and Shane's speed increased further.
Shane began shouting as loud as Lee, but the noise of the shower made sure nobody outside knew what what going on. Shane looked down at Lee, and smiled, then closed his eyes as he approached the point of no return. With a final burst, he pulled Lee's shoulders out of the shower and gave two final, forceful thrusts, before he came.
"Mmmmmmmmm...AAHhhhhhhhhh...!" Shane pulled his cock, coated with spunk, out of Lee's arse. He began to get his breath back as he collapsed on the bath-mat. Lee took the opportunity to turn round, and shake the water from his hair and face. Lee was also out of breath, but had a huge smile on his face after an amazing fuck. Shane's sweat-soaked hairy chest received a spattering of water from Lee. Shane looked up and saw Lee's hard, veiny, 10in cock sticking out of a mass of dark curly hair. Lee's body was much smoother than Shane's, and his strong shoulders, pecs and abs were glistening with beads of water. He was irresistible.
Lee hadn't quite got his breath back when Shane sat up off the floor and began to suck Lee's dick. Lee was, again, taken aback by Shane, and he let out a long moan. This, he thought, was his reward for being half-drowned in the shower. Shane licked up and down Lee's veiny shaft, then moved his head round to suck Lee's balls. The pair moaned again, and Lee's hand reached down to stroke Shane's spiky-haired scalp. Shane manoevred himself round again and took all of Lee's cock into his mouth, so that Lee's pubes were up against his nose. Lee gave a loud moan, "Yessssss..." and he pushed on the back of Shane's head.
He couldn't help but give back a bit of aggression after such a hard fuck, so he began to thrust into Shane's mouth and face-fuck the Westlife singer. His hands closed round the back of Shane's head, so he couldn't move back, and his strong arms held him there. Shane's moans grew, and Lee looked down to see Shane slurping over his shaft. This image drove him wild, and he thrust harder. Sweat grew in beads, and ran down his defined muscles, and they tensed as he continued thrusting. He was almost ready when he released Shane's head. Shane's mouth left Lee's cock, and his head went back in a rebound. Lee's cock then spurted over Shane's face, covering his forehead, cheeks and chin with drops of spunk. Lee let out a loud shout of ecstasy, as the last spurts fell on Shane's hairy chest.
Shane licked his lips, tasting Lee's juice, and he couldn't help but laugh. "Nice aim, there...!" he laughed. Lee knelt down to Shane's level, and kissed him. Then Lee pulled up and licked all over Shane's face, and round his chin, swallowing as much of his own cum as he could. They kissed again and lay down on the bath-mat, staring up at the shower.
"Wow, mate! You were so aggressive..." said Lee, still breathing heavily. "Was anything wrong?"
Shane's cum-stained lips curled up into a smile, and he laughed, "Well, the other lads all scored penalties against me outside..." ..........................................
Well that's part two - another fantasy of mine. People wanted it aggressive, so I tried. Thanks for all your comments, and keep suggestions coming to muinimula@hotmail.com . I'll try to acknowledge your ideas as much as I can. Look out for the next instalment soon.