DISCLAIMER: This story is purely fictional although any resemblance with actual persons living or dead could have preserved. None of actions depicted really have happened. The story is fiction and is not intended to imply anything about the true sexuality of the celebrities mentioned or any personal knowledge about their private lives.
(t/t celeb anal oral)
WARNING: This story involves graphic description of some kind of sexual relationship between a young male and another male. If you are under 18 (or under the legal age in your area), if you feel offended or if a male-male relationship isn't your cup of tea then please exit this file now.
Silverchair by Benjie
Silverchair
Amongst the sweaty Australian bodies jumping and pounding into each other at the Silverchair concert last Thursday, I was bounding into every male there trying to get laid. Australians alone are hot to me, let alone the band on stage. I had a long standing crush on Silverchair for some time now. It started with bassist Chris then once he lopped off his hair my loins traveled to the troubled singer, Daniel Johns.
In a mash pit, I bounced off a few hard bodies to get to the front of the stage. There he was, Daniel Johns, a skinny dirty blond that I will be able to meet after the concert. A friend was able to get me invited a party that Mr. Johns and company will be attending. His piercing blue eyes stared down at me for a second, a long second to me, his small lipped mouth slipped into a smile-just as a boot came flying out of no where and knocked me back.
Later, in the restroom, I was washing my eye out at a sink. Looking up into a mirror, past my my black eye, I saw a few husky sweaty boys romping in and out. They were standing somewhat close to a troth to take a leak, but you when you are so drunk you do not give a damn where you piss. A gay guys heaven of eye candy.
The party was all right, loud hard rock and other angry youth music blasting, beer in over-sized cans, somebody off to one side smoking a joint, another eating some special brownies. A large teen was joking and laughing quite loudly. Girls laughing at jokes they do not understand but wanted to be band-aids or just give a hummer to the band. The drummer enjoying the female company as only a straight shooter can, laughing at jokes that only he gets. The bassist, Chris escaped into the back with two pretty young things. Then that left my Daniel, but where was he... did he already leave?
Through out the evening I made idle chit-chat and small talk (which I hate)with a few good looking dudes, only to have their attention wander toward young lady giggling away with their breasts somewhat exposed.
The smoke, general topic exchange, and straights were getting on my nerves, not to mention two hours and no Daniel. So I went outside onto a patio overlooking the night city scape. I sighed as a couple went inside. My arms went cross over the ledge next to a dark figure smoking. My eyes wondered along the night lights as the person next to said, "Couldn't stand the company huh?"
It was Mr. Daniel, outside, alone. The fates were with me. "Nope," I answered trying hard not to freak out.
"Nether could I, I have been here awhile waiting to leave."
"Why don't you just say you are going for more beer or something?" Not that I wanted him to leave.
"Can't, the crowd would envelope me."
I looked around, the dark room patio next to us was close. "We could sneak next door and then escape."
Daniel looked next door, "How will we get in?"
Then I pulled out a a credit card, "I have a personal key."
He smiled. Bingo, I have made contact.
We snuck through the hotel and out to the city. I introduced myself. We drank, found out about each other and we generally had a hoot. However a the night ran down, then he mentioned he needed a place to stay for the night so I offered my condo.
At my bachelor pad, we both flopped on the bed. As the bed springs shrieked (I said I had a pad, not rich) we fell back and his had was on my thigh. I was happy but not too hopeful, after the luck I was having he will end up straight and just really drunk or something. However his hand roamed up my chest and rested on my right peck.
I looked over and there was a that smile again. My heart stared to pound, I did not say a word. His smiling face came close to mine and his other hand wrapped around my head and we locked in a kiss.
My right hand traveled down his chest, feeling him up. My finger tips run across his puffy nipples, then through his light dusting of blond hair between his pecs. My tongue, still in twined in Daniel's mouth, moved temporary out of his mouth to look at him. In the moonlight, me was beautiful, his blue eyes, his pouty red lips, heaven in Australia.
My mouth traveled down to his chest, unbuttoning his black shirt, started at his big nipple and ended at his fuzzy navel. There amongst the darkness I went for his crotch. Undoing his black pants and revealed a long hard uncut cock. Shimmering in the moonlight, precum ran down from the uncut tip. Daniel pulled his pants completely off and rolled on his back, so I had complete access to his privates.
His rigid love muscle went directly down my throat, I guessed it to be a seven incher, and I went on with my vacuum cleaner impersonation. Daniel put his hands over his head and groaned. His eyes went closed, and his mouth went open. My tongue ran up and down his shaft as my hand wrapped around his base.
There I was giving head to my rock star idle, I wanted all of him that night. My hand left his groin as both my hand and hand went for his hands. I pulled them down so that he held my head as I continued an up and down motion. His rough hands seized me head and ran through my longish hair. Daniel started to thrust into my face and I took the opportunity to grab his small buns on a upward thrust. His ass was hot, figuratively and realistically. God, he was now face fucking me and I wanted this to never end. My mouth left his shaft to rub it across my face; his precum mixed with my spit covered my face. He bounced up as he moaned and grabbed my head, his voiced was tense, "Don't stop I was almost there."
Not wishing to upset him, I gobbled his organ up again and started to supercharge on the suction factor. His hand grabbed my head. He was there, I knew it and so did he when he asked, "I'm going to spooge, do want to swallow?"
I answered by pump his cock faster. "Oh gawd!" he yelled as hot semen screamed out of his warm cock-head and covered the walls of my mouth. His whole body flexed into an arch as I inhaled all that was Daniel Johns.
In a mass of sweaty bodies we both collapsed on the bed almost swinging ourselves off on the rebound. My head was on his lap, boxers still tied between my legs, one sock on, one sock off and and the joy of having a hottie's sperm in my belly.
Daniel was the first to say something, "So... what's your name again?"
Then it came to me, I had not given any personal information, maybe that was a good thing. I just raised my head, looked at him through my sweaty bangs and replied,"Jesse." Even if we do work out a relationship, why spoil the evening with the truth.
"Well Jesse," Daniel said as he got up,"we should take a shower." Like a puppy dog I followed, my erection swaying all the way.
The water came hard and hot, a surprise since I couldn't get hot water at my hotel to save my life. The lights were bright in the bathroom and I was able to look at the thinly shaped Daniel. The curve that ran up his spine, how the globes of his ass were perfect and tight. his blond hairs turned dark in the moister that lined his thighs and calves. He shook his head back and rinsed his shoulder length hair. I stepped up to his back in the shower to warm up a bit. He turned his head and smiled,"Your turn, Jesse." We swapped places and I rinsed the sweat, cum and spit off my face and body when a pair of hands came around from the back. They felt my now hard as a nail shlong, then traveled up my belly to my pecs.
As I was about to say some smart Alec reply to the situation, a hard pecker aligned itself between my big butt cheeks, and a cheek rested next to my head. That was when I noticed his height in comparison to my own. A hand was placed on my groin as Daniel proceeded to rub his wet Dick between my rump. He continued this for a while before he spoke, "We should continue this on the bed."
Still soaking wet, we leaped onto the bed, both erect and anxious, I about to loose my cherry to a Rock God, and Daniel for about to get his nuts off. "Get on all fours," Daniel ordered.
I did as commanded and got a treat as his moist tongue went to my rear for lube. Lapping away at my anus, I was on fire, and started to giggle. "What's so damn funny," he asked in mid lap.
"I just tickles."
"Well, then we should do something not so funny."
He got on his knees behind me and aimed his rod at my virgin hole. His large course hand rested on my hips as he lunged forward and nailed my passage open. I grasped as he put all seven hot inches in me. We have just lost cabin pressure.
I grunted a huge "Uuugh," as he started to fuck me in earnest, his hands now were vises and I was a willing bottom ready to be overtaken by Mr. Johns. He fell forward and lay on my back, all 130 pounds of this hottie was now a blanket of lust. His arms coiled around my chest and his mouth was now next to my ear. Hot breaths brushed my ear and words of nothing gasped out of him. "Aw gawd," he breathed and we both collapsed onto the bed. The sheets were now drenched and we were oblivious to the noise we were making, Daniel kept thrusting hard and I was whimpering in pleasure of my insides torn out from the inside. The plain doors have just been blown off.
Daniel leaned back so his cock was still in me and his knees were next to my head. Riding my like a cowboy, Daniel turned into a pscho-sex-crazed man on fire as turned up the tempo.
The message my prostate was getting and the fact that it was Daniel Johns that was fucking me was too much. The airplane has turned into fireball.
My penis fired below my chest as I felt Daniel lunge one last time into me. We both yelled out with ecstasy. "AAAAAARGH!" as our orgasms rushed over us. We flopped on the bed, breathing heavily and basking in the aftermath. In heaven, I rolled over and held my rock idol for the night.