Sexy Stars at Totp

By Mac Smith

Published on Apr 13, 2002

Gay

Hello again, hope you're enjoying these stories. Keep your comments coming, or I'll run out of ideas soon. Again, these stories are not related to real life, and having nothing to do with any of the celebrities mentioned, or the BBC. Keep reading, though, cos you might just enjoy it!

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The headlines had been plastered all over the papers : "Paul quits S Club 7". The band were a little shaky, after Paul had announced that he wanted to leave the group, but they were adjusting, and had decided that Paul would probably be fine on his own. The band had come along to Top Of The Pops, to have one final look around in their original line-up, and then wanted a good night of drinking in the bar.

Paul was the oldest of the group, and was generally seen as the 'lead male'. So the other guys, Jon and Bradley, wanted to give him a night he would never forget. They had to thank him for all his hard work for the group, and wanted to wish him well on his way.

After a couple of hours in the bar, the group were having a great time, and making sure that Paul had the most to drink. Paul was almost unrecognisable from what people expected, as he had bleached and shaved his hair very short, but in the midst of the S Club party, people knew not to intrude. This was Paul's last night at Top Of The Pops with his mates, and the group had decided he had to get plastered.

After a couple more hours, Paul was decidedly wobbly, so Jon and Bradley decided to take their opportunity. "Girls," they said to the four S Club ladies, "We're just gonna take Paul to the loos." Paul could not really stand up on his own, so they pulled him along, on their shoulders. He was mumbling nonsense, with a huge grin on his face. He had no idea of what was coming next.

Opening the door to the bar's toilets, Jon and Bradley staggered in, dragging Paul along, and rested him up against the tiled wall. They had arranged a surprise for Paul, and locked the door behind them. Bradley called out, "Alright guys! He's here!"

Paul's face changed to an expression of confusion, as the four cubicle doors opened. Out of each door stepped a member of Britain's hottest new boyband, Blue. From the door next to Paul stepped Duncan, and from the farthest door, Simon, with Anthony and Lee in between. "What's going on, guys?" laughed Paul, slightly slurring his words.

"Well," explained Jon, "We know you like these guys, so we thought..."

"...As a treat," continued Bradley, "We'd get them to come in here..."

"...And??" said Paul, an expectant look on his face.

"...And give you all they've got!" smiled Jon. With that the four members of Blue closed round Paul, and began stripping him of his clothes. Paul's denim jacket was pulled off by Duncan, while Lee and Simon swarmed around his jeans buttons. Anthony lifted Paul's T-shirt up over his head, and his jeans were pulled down to the floor. Paul couldn't believe his luck, and he smiled gleefully over to Jon and Bradley, who had organised this for him.

As Paul leant against the wall, now rid of his clothes, a large tent began sticking out in his boxers. This was because Duncan, Simon, Lee and Anthony were all stripping before him. These four studs were slipping off their shirts and trousers, all for him. Paul was licking his lips as each of the four threw their clothes to the floor, until they were all down to their underwear. Paul's eyes bulged as he looked at the guys, who were all wearing matching black briefs - very small, very tight - each with a nice bulge of cock waiting to burst out.

Jon walked into one of the cubicles and brought out a small bottle of oil, which he then proceeded to drizzle over the chests of the hunks around him. Paul couldn't move from against the wall, but Lee was the first to step forward. Paul's hand reached out, and began to rub the oil all over Lee's young, firm body. Simon came forward, and grabbed Paul's other hand, to rub over his muscular torso. Paul didn't know where to look, as there was so much going on. Anthony had stepped forward now, and pressed his hairy, oil-drizzled chest up against Paul's, and gyrated up and down. Duncan did the same on the other side so that Paul's chest became covered with oil like the others.

Jon and Bradley watched from the back of the room, and stroked their crotches at the show before them. They then kissed each other passionately. They thought they may as well enjoy themselves, as Paul was.

By this time, the four members of Blue was all sporting hard-ons, and their tight briefs were stretched out by their hard cocks. Paul's hands ran all over their oily stomachs, then reached down to give each cock a stroke beneath the fabric. Duncan, Simon, Lee and Anthony all stood back, and then looked at Paul, weakening at the knees. They each slowly pulled down their tight briefs, allowing Paul to see some of the most sought-after cocks in Britain.

Duncan's cock was 9.5in long and thin, and it sprang up to slap his stomach as it was released. Simon's chocolate dick was the longest, at 10in, and its dark head was throbbing. Lee, the youngest of the four, had a veiny, 8in shaft, and a dirty look on his face. Anthony's 9in cock was the thickest, and stood out from his hairy crotch. Paul collapsed to the floor, in a drunken daze, with four handsome faces and four hard cocks swirling above him.

The four Blue lads lifted Paul up, to confront his fantasy. They had to get on with the plan - a full-on gangbang. Each of them would pummel Paul's hairy arsehole, and they couldn't stop in-between. They decided they would be kind to Paul, fuck him in different positions, and they asked Paul to make a decision.

"So..." Duncan snarled, "Who do you want in you first, bad boy?" Paul lifted his arm, and pointed his finger at cute-boy Lee. Paul had expected Lee to be the gentlest, so Lee's fucking would be a warm-up for the others. However, choosing Lee was diving in at the deep end. Catching Paul off-guard, Lee's twisted Paul round to face the mirrors and basins. Paul placed his hands on the counter to support himself as Lee edged up behind him. Lee grabbed the waistband of Paul's white boxers, tugged hard and pulled them to the floor, exposing Paul's hairy arse cheeks.

He immediately sucked his finger, and pushed it hard into Paul's hole. Paul could see Lee's dirty expression in the mirror, and the other guys were all standing behind Lee, stroking their hard cocks in anticipation. Lee's hard, veiny cock was poking at Paul's hairy hole, and Lee pulled his finger out to insert his pole. Paul was beginning to sweat, and his eyes were fixed on Lee's expression as Lee's cock dug into his receptive hole. Once Lee was inside, he grabbed hold of Paul's shoulders, and thrusted hard, gaining leverage on Paul's back. Lee's hands rubbed back and forth on Paul's sweaty back, and he pumped hard and fast into Paul's hole. His veiny cock was soon ready to shoot, but he kept his eyes open and stared at Paul's face in the mirror as he came. He coated Paul's insides, then slipped out, leaving Paul's arse ready for attack.

Paul was suddenly spun around, and lifted up so he was sitting on the counter with the basins. He found himself facing Duncan, his legs being lifted up, and before he knew it, Duncan's 9in cock was pushed into his hole. There were groans from both guys, and Paul's arse-cheeks were pressed against the cold surface of the basin as Duncan's cock pumped in and out. Duncan could twist himself down to lick around Paul's dark nipples, and his fingers ran through the pubes surrounding Paul's delicious 9 incher.

Duncan began shouting in ecstasy, and Paul repayed the favour, licking round Duncan's small nipples, tasting Duncan's sweat and scent. Although they almost lost their balance from the movement, they managed to keep their perch as Duncan spilled his load deep into Paul's arse. Duncan back off, and Paul slipped off the counter, only to be grabbed fiercely by Simon. He was lifted up by the muscular singer, and held against the wall. His legs were pushed apart, and Simon's hard, chocolate cock slid deep inside Paul's cum-coated hole.

Paul was pressed back against the cold toilet wall, held in place by Simon, and he was thrust up and down quickly. Simon's cock pummelled his prostate, and Paul yelled repeatedly in pleasure. Paul's arms stretched out, and he accidentally turned on the hand-drier. This inspired Simon to lift Paul so that he was backed-up against the drier. As Simon cock thrust fast into his hole, Paul's cheeks were blasted with hot air. Paul could only groan in approval.

A few more hard thrusts, and Paul's insides were swamped with a third load of spunk. Simon's muscular, oiled body relaxed, and he let Paul slip down the wall. As Paul lay on the floor, Anthony approached, and he pulled Paul's legs apart for the final fucking. Paul was laid back on the floor, with Anthony leant over him, his thick cock probing Paul's crack, and his hairy chest still glistening with oil. He plunged his shaft hard into Paul's squelching tubes, and bucked his hips back and forth.

This onslaught to Paul's prostate was driving him crazy, and he was yelling the roof off in pleasure. His chest was covered with sweat and oil, and Anthony's hairy chest pressed down against him as his thrusting continued. Paul's eyes gazed up into the bright ceiling light, and Anthony's hands grabbed hard on his hips for his final pushes. Anthony's pole spurted his load into Paul's now oozing-hole, and his hairy body almost collapsed onto the singer beneath him.

Paul's intense orgasm coincided exactly, and his cum spurted over his own face and chest, with some spots having the energy to reach the far cubicle door. His sweaty body lay there, completely exhausted on the floor, and he had never felt better. The four lads from Blue stood above him, and quickly got dressed. Meanwhile, Jon and Bradley wanked off over their bandmate. Paul grinned as he received two more loads of spunk over his face and chest. He let out a long sigh, and was infinitely appreciative to his bandmates.

They had a final suprise, though. After the six men had got dressed, Paul was still laying naked on the floor, too drunk and exhausted to get up. Jon, Bradley, Simon, Lee, Anthony and Duncan didn't say goodbye, but quickly turned on the taps, and showered him with ice-cold water.

Paul yelled in shock as the guys all ran out of the toilets, back into the real world, leaving Paul in a wet and cum-soaked, but entirely happy, heap on the floor.

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Guys, I need your requests and comments at muinimula@hotmail.com otherwise these stories will run out of steam. Hope you enjoyed part 7, and if there are plenty of ideas from you, then I'll get on with part 8. So get writing!

Next: Chapter 8


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