Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction and is not supposed to imply anything about the celebrities and characters mentioned or their sexuality. I repeat, this is completely fictional and never did or will happen. This story contains scenes of a homosexual nature, if you are not of the legal age to view this material then please leave. Feedback is always welcomed at mryouknowwho2008@hotmail.co.uk
Also, I'm British and it's a British show so any Americans will have to put up with the English words and phrases. Just so you've been made aware.
Strictly 2011
It had been a good start for Harry Judd from McFly and his professional partner Aliona Vilani. They had consistently good scores from the judges and had been an easy vote through for the public. Harry had been told he could dance which, on a dancing show, was some of the highest praise he could be given. It was only week three though and he was already getting frustrated that every week was a new dance.
He'd been in McFly for years and was used to learning new songs but he never had to learn a new song every week. Here he was, being thrown into something that was brand new to him; after all he was just the drummer and so never really came out from behind his instrument.
Aliona was a good teacher and was pushing him well, even if he did consider it a bit too hard at times. The other guys from McFly had come to visit him the week before and of course every week two of them were sat front row to see him dance. When they visited Aliona had tried to teach the other three boys to dance but it seemed Harry was the only one who could dance or was taking it seriously.
Sure the boys had given him a hard time about wearing the outfits that they always had to wear on Strictly. It was easier for the women, Harry thought, because they knew that they'd have to wear those dresses. Men never put a second thought into what they would have to wear and sometimes those tight clothes and revealing shirts were a bit awkward.
Harry wasn't against showing off his body, he had toned up recently and looked better than some of the professionals, but it was awkward wearing those bright colours and strange clothes. Nudity he was fine with but camp clothes were a completely different matter.
Harry was in the gym working on his routine for the next week. He liked practicing in the gym because he felt more comfortable in his grey tracksuit bottoms and t-shirt. Aliona had disappeared after getting a phone call and telling him that she "had to take it." Harry was going through the steps feeling a bit uncomfortable that he'd have to be doing Broadway next week. He was a musician but not a show tunes kind of guy.
He was halfway through a difficult step and turn combination when the door opened. He expected Aliona to be stood in the doorway with a disapproving look on her face, telling him that he was clearly doing it wrong. She wasn't mean but she didn't particularly have a way with words. But it wasn't Aliona.
Robbie Savage stood in the doorway, his blonde hair hanging loosely. He was carrying his training bag over one shoulder which he threw into one corner when Harry noticed him.
"Practicing for your Broadway routine?" Robbie said as he sat down on a nearby bench and began re-lacing his shoes.
"Yeah, Aliona's got me working pretty hard. It's a difficult routine and I just don't think I'm going to get it." Harry was in a better position than Robbie was. Robbie came from a footballing background and was not particularly graceful and elegant by nature. He'd received contrasting scores, the first week doing badly and then the second week doing considerably better.
"At least you've got some rhythm." Robbie got to his feet and began to stretch. Harry realised now that he had run over his allotted time to be in the gym.
"I'll be out of your way in a second." Harry told him.
"Oh it's okay, Ola's running late anyway." Harry was about to say something when he looked over and saw Robbie, facing away from him, bent over and touching his toes. His blue tracksuit bottoms really emphasised Robbie's arse. Harry couldn't take his eyes off of the blonde stud's beautiful round arse.
He'd never felt this way about a guy before. Well he had a few times but never as intensely as this. He'd liked a few guys before and was comfortable in himself to say that a guy was good looking or handsome but this was the first time he'd ever wanted to run his hands all over Robbie's toned frame.
"Harry?" His attention was snapped back to reality, not noticing now that Robbie had stood up straight and was stretching his arms. "Can I ask you a question?" Harry nodded, unable to actually form words. "You're in a boy band right?"
"Well, not really. We're considered a boy band but we all play instruments and we don't dance. Not synchronised anyway. Maybe we'll jump around a bit. We're a bit more of a group than a boy band."
"But you're known as a boy band yeah?" Harry nodded again. He'd wasted all the words he could muster on his stupid explanation of why he wasn't in a boy band. "So who's the gay one?" If Harry couldn't find words before then they were certainly lost now. Robbie Savage just asked him if anyone in the band was gay. It's not something you discuss with manly football players and not something Harry had ever been asked by someone who wasn't a close friend.
"No one in the band is gay."
"I was just asking because I saw you guys in rehearsals the other week and some of them look a little bit more girly than manly."
"They're my friends you're talking about." Harry found himself getting slightly angry that Robbie was judging people on how they looked. "Plus, you're the one with the long girly blonde hair. And we're both doing ballroom dancing so it hardly makes either of us the manliest people in the world." Harry turned around to pick up his sports bag when he felt Robbie's presences behind him.
Robbie was the kind of man that didn't have to touch you or even speak to you; you knew when he was behind you. He was the kind of man that when he entered a room, everyone knew he was in the room.
"I get what you're saying." Harry bent over to pick up his sports bag when he felt Robbie's hand on his arse. He didn't say anything, thinking it might just be a mistake and Robbie would come to his senses soon. Suddenly he felt Robbie's hand get a little rougher, feeling and groping its way around Harry's tight arse.
"What the fuck?" Harry stood up and pushed Robbie away. "I just told you I'm not gay." Robbie smirked.
"The way you were checking me out earlier and that huge bulge in your pants begs to differ." Harry looked down and noticed that he was majorly tenting his tracksuit bottoms. He didn't know what to say but didn't need to; Robbie reached out and wrapped his hand around Harry's bulge. He slowly began to rub it.
"Fuck." Harry whispered as Robbie's hand snaked its way inside Harry's trousers. Harry leant in to kiss Robbie on the lips but he was stopped. Robbie gently pushed him away with one finger.
"Maybe another time. I've got other uses for your mouth right now." Harry was about to drop to his knees when Robbie stopped him. Clearly Harry was a little less experienced than Robbie was. Something inside Harry told him that this may not be Robbie's first time.
There was a broom cupboard over in the corner of the room. Usually it was never used, at least not while anyone else was in the building. It was just a place where the cleaner's tools were stored.
Robbie led Harry forcefully by his cock over into the cupboard. They got inside and Robbie shut the door, sliding a broom across the handle because there was no lock.
Harry was naked within seconds and Robbie followed suit. Although they were both in fine physical shape, they both had different bodies. Harry's body was tight and toned, lither and sculpted while Robbie's was more athletic and, whilst not being fat, he wasn't as toned and thin as Harry was. Harry's cock was already hard and stood at an impressive eight inches, nestled in a neatly trimmed bush of brown pubes. Robbie guided Harry's hand to his waistband and let him pull them down. Robbie's cock was just over eight inches but looked bigger because he had no pubic hair.
Harry looked at Robbie who just smiled, his pearly white teeth telling Harry that he was allowed to do what he was thinking. Harry sunk to his knees and immediately licked at the head. The taste of precum filled his mouth immediately; it was a taste that overpowered everything else. Robbie put his hand on Harry's head, guiding his cock into Harry's mouth.
"You ever deepthroated a cock before?" Robbie asked. Harry shook his head gently, unable to actually answer with Robbie's cock inside his mouth. A small chuckle was heard from Robbie as he applied more pressure to Harry's head. Slowly Harry felt Robbie's cock slide its way to the back of his mouth and then prod at the entrance to his throat. Harry wasn't sure he was ready for it but Robbie didn't waste time and just forced his cock down Harry's throat.
Harry began to gag on Robbie's large cock, feeling Robbie's balls smack his chin as the McFly drummer was facefucked quite viciously. Tears began to form in the corner of Harry's eyes as he occasionally struggled for air. Robbie was enjoying it more than ever before, he had hold of Harry's ears like handles and was shoving his cock repeatedly in and out of the boys throat.
Harry had to push himself off of Robbie's cock and gasped for breath. Robbie had a very dominant side and seeing Harry in that situation just made his cock even harder. Robbie was known as being quite rough on the football pitch but he was rougher in the bedroom, or broom cupboard.
Robbie's foot made its way over to Harry's cock and he slowly began playing with it. Flicking it gently and rubbing his toes over Harry's swollen dick. Harry's hand instinctively went to his own cock and he began jerking it. Robbie watched as the foreskin rolled back and forth over the head of Harry's cock. Here was the McFly drummer, on his sexy arse, jerking off his cock for a sexy football stud.
"Come here." Robbie grabbed Harry under the arms and lifted him off of the ground. He bent him over a nearby crate and straight away his hands found Harry's tight hole. "Anyone ever fucked your hole before?" Robbie leant over and whispered it into Harry's ear.
"No." Harry replied nervously. "I've never had anything up there." Harry felt Robbie withdraw his fingers momentarily before feeling them back again, this time though Robbie just shoved a spit lubed finger straight inside Harry's virgin hole. Harry squirmed but it only made Robbie add another finger and, shortly afterwards, a third.
"How does it feel having another man's fingers up inside your tight arsehole?" Harry wanted to answer but couldn't, his words had run off again. Robbie wanted an answer and so fucked Harry with his fingers which elicited a moan from the younger man. "Good."
Robbie withdrew his fingers and watched as Harry's hole closed again, loving the feeling of nothing keeping it open. Harry meanwhile was a bit angry because he'd loved the feeling of Robbie's fingers inside of him. His anger soon subsided when he felt the large erection of Robbie Savage poking at his hole. After a few prods, Harry's arse opened again and Robbie slid all the way in.
All eight plus inches were buried inside Harry's arse as he was in complete bliss. Robbie wasted no time and immediately withdrew his cock and slammed it back into the drummer. Harry screamed out in pain but Robbie knew it wasn't going to last, he'd broken in too many virgins too know that Harry's screams of pain wouldn't last long.
Harry wondered whether to ask him to stop but that thought soon went out of his mind when Robbie hit his prostate. A flood of emotion ran through his brain as his cock twitched and felt like it was going to erupt. Robbie hit it again, harder and harder. Harry was being fucked like a toy.
As Harry reached back between his legs he felt his balls begin to tighten and then his cock began shooting his spunk all over the crate beneath him. The sensation running through his body was immense and he loved every second of it.
Robbie felt Harry's hole clamp down and that was a sensation that Robbie loved. The tightness of his hole added extra friction and soon Robbie threw his head back and emptied six shots of spunk into the younger McFly drummer.
Harry lay on the crate, recovering from his hard fucking. He thought it was the end but Robbie had other ideas. He put his two index fingers into Harry's hold and opened it up wide. Then Robbie leant in closely and licked his own cum out of Harry's now no longer virgin hole. He didn't swallow it though, he simply brought his head up to Harry, who willingly opened his mouth, and the two began making out.
Harry didn't know he'd be getting a mouthful of Robbie's jizz straight from his arse but he knew what to do when he felt it flood his mouth. When Robbie had emptied into Harry's mouth he pulled away and watched as Harry eagerly swallowed all of his jizz.
Robbie smiled and ran a hand over Harry's head, noticing the cum still coating his lips and the exhausted expression over his face.
"Maybe next time we'll get some of the others involved." Robbie said as he playfully spanked Harry's arse and began to get dressed.
"I've been waiting for you." Ola said as Robbie emerged from the broom cupboard with Harry following closely behind. "What were you doing in there?"
"Practicing." Robbie said with a smirk. Harry didn't say anything, he just picked up his bag and left. They both knew this wasn't going to be the last time they fooled around.