Thank you to the people who sent in comments and suggestions after the first chapter. I will be including some of those soon. I hope you enjoy this chapter. As I mentioned before, this is just fiction, none of this is happening in real life, etc.
9
Gethin didn't have anywhere near enough time for training sessions with his dance partner. Matt always needed more time to prevent more mistakes. Somehow, they still managed to sneak away a few moments here and there for important activities, like Matt sitting on Gethin's face as Gethin stroked the throbbing meat between his own legs, getting Matt ready for his first fuck.
Gethin put Matt's knees legs on his shoulders, sliding the first few inches of his cock into Matt's virgin, freshly rimmed hole. Matt didn't exactly have a poker face. Gethin wasn't sure if "poker" was the best term to use right now anyway. All he knew was he was taking Matt's cherry and this boyish young man had a look on his face of pure, open-mouthed awe, pain, and bliss.
Matt eventually got used to the unfamiliar sensations in his bowels as Gethin slowly plowed into him. Gethin kept his comforting brown eyes focused on Matt's nervous brown eyes the whole time, reassuring him, running his fingers over the light stubble masking Matt's baby face.
"Ohh..." Matt moaned as Gethin's big cock made contact with Matt's prostate. Gethin smiled. This was the most pleasure a man could ever feel. He knew Matt would never be the same after this. He'd want more and more cocks up his arse, and Gethin had been the one to break him in.
"Feel good?" Gethin asked as he leaned over to lick the sweat from Matt's face. Matt could only pant as Gethin bit at his nipples and then began to smell and lick his sweaty, hairy pits. Soon he moved back to Matt's face, extending his tongue for Matt to suck on.
"This is what it feels like to truly give yourself. From now on, every time you see a fit bloke, you'll look between his legs and wonder when you can ride his cock."
Gethin said all this in his presenter voice, all while tweaking Matt's nipples and biting his neck. Every time Matt tried to wank himself, Gethin would brush his hand away.
"You're mine now, Matt. Always. No matter how many babes you pull, you're gonna be thinking about what it feels like when I come inside you. Make me come, Matt. Please. Yeah, that's right, squeeze my cock with your tight hole. Yeah..."
Gethin buried his head in Matt's neck, releasing a loud moan at the same time as he unleashed his load inside Matt's now devirginized fuckhole. He felt Matt's own semen erupting between their flat bellies. Matt had come without ever touching himself.
Gethin had been so tender with Matt, although Matt still felt some pain. A good kind of pain. Gethin rested his head against Matt's chest before they kissed, lovingly and exhaustedly.
"Gethin, if this is your way of making me so tired I can't stay in the competition...it's bloody well worth it!"
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A few days later, Gethin had to film another segment for his TV show. He was supposed to be training with his partner, Camilla. Unfortunately, she had an emergency, so the crafty producers brought in some other guests. "Gethin Jones...you're even more gorgeous in person. I hate you!"
Gethin nervously shook John Barrowman's hand. John was most famous for his musical work and for playing the dashing Captain Jack Harkness, but Gethin had heard his share of raunchy stories from friends and lovers about Barrowman's sexual exploits. John flashed him that mega-watt smile and Gethin felt himself melting at the sight of those beautiful teeth and perfect bone structure.
"Is this about your series, or your new CD?"
John shook his head no, then paused as if to ponder the idea, then shook no again.
"I'm sure we'll get in some subtle plugs," he winked at Gethin, "but I'm here because I want to help you work on your hip action."
Gethin was stunned. He knew that the judges had beat him down over his hip movement in the rumba, but this surely wasn't what they had in mind. When he thought of the handsome and dashing John Barrowman thrusting his hips, he popped a boner in his slacks. He hoped John didn't notice.
"Are you a dancer, John?"
John gave a big smile, but soon told the truth.
"Only on tabletops after a few too many. I'm just here to have fun. This is your real coach on hip action."
Dressed in a black short-sleeved shirt and tight black pants, cricketer Mark Ramprakrash, winner of the previous series, strolled into the room. His half-unbuttoned shirt showed off his smooth, muscled, tan chest, and his megawatt smile was well offset by his laughing brown eyes and wavy light brown hair.
Gethin felt his knees go weak. This was just a dream come true, yet also a nightmare, to be near those gorgeous men and not able to act on his desires.
"Are you winding me up?" he looked at both of them, hiding his apprehension behind his calm smile.
They swore they weren't. The cameras rolled, and John made funny comments as he and Gethin watched Mark slither and swivel his hips in the salsa moves that had so entertained viewers. Gethin tried not to blatantly stare at Mark's muscular big bum, the bum he'd wanked off to so many times while watching the previous series. Then Gethin did a few hip movements of his own for the cameras, with John whistling and Mark offering praise and criticism.
Soon they had enough footage for the segment, and the cameraman left for another assignment. Gethin was about to leave himself, when John stopped him.
"Mark's going to offer you some more private lessons."
Gethin wanted to say no, but one look at Mark's calm, confident smile and Gethin was a puddle.
Mark put his hands on Gethin's hips, standing directly behind him. He began to grind his crotch into Gethin's rear end. Gethin tried to suppress his shock at what was going on.
"Just go with me," Mark whispered in Gethin's ear.
Gethin went along, and soon he began to pick up the hip movements of the man behind him. The very large penis pressed against his backside was a distraction, but with their layers of clothing, Gethin could almost ignore the temptation.
As if John had read his mind, John came bounding over to them.
"I think he really needs to FEEL this, don't you, Mark?"
Before Mark could respond, John ripped open Mark's shirt, his bare chest exposed as buttons flew everywhere. He next lowered Mark's tight pants, leaving him only in white boxer briefs. John kneeled at Mark's crotch, mouthing his huge uncut cock head through the thin fabric. Any pretense of a dance lesson was now essentially gone. With one hand unfasting his trousers, the other hand yanked down Gethin's slacks. Gethin was hard and leaking, his own cock sticking out of his boxers. John wasn't wearing any underwear, and soon wasn't wearing a shirt. Gethin slipped off his own shirt, and sank to his knees to join John at Mark's cock.
They looked into his rich chocolate eyes, and he seemed to be amused by them. Gethin wondered if this was even close to being new for Mark. John and Gethin slid down Mark's underwear and smiled as his fat 9 inches hit his flawless abs with a loud smack.
Gethin began sucking on and kneading Mark's large, hairy balls, while John deep-throated him with such speed and skill that Mark nearly came right then. John didn't want that, and soon eased into an agonizingly pleasurable slow suck and jerk session. Meanwhile, he licked his fingers and began to finger fuck Gethin. Gethin was usually a top, but in cases like this, he was more than happy to make an exception.
Mark put his hands on Gethin's hips again, running his donkey dick up and down the slick crack. He slowly filled Gethin up. There was some pain, but boy was it worth it. Gethin's entire being soon became about the huge meat now tormenting his prostate beyond all bounds of decency. Mark's sinewy hip action really was driving him well past the brink of madness. Gething sensed he had learned more about sensual movements with this brutal yet tender fuck than he could in a lifetime of dance lessons with Camilla.
John meanwhile stood in front of Gethin and put Gethin's dick in his already lubed hole. John had come prepared. He was now all but fucking himself on Gethin's cock. Gethin threw his head back, his body on fire from the sensations in front of and behind him. He usually didn't do things like this. So slutty and so hot.
Much too soon, he came in John's expertly milking hole, and the clamp down on Mark's horse meat led to a flooding of his own core. John came on himself, and began licking his fingers, holding them out to Gethin to taste. Gethin eagerly sucked at them.
Gethin carefully detached himself from Mark's big dick, giving the snake one last squeeze between his cheeks as a thank you. His body felt spent, but he also wanted to do more. He shoved a finger into John's chest.
"When you said plug, this isn't what I had in mind!"
The three men laughed before they began to kiss each other, ready for another round.
999
Matt wanted to pop by the studio to surprise Gethin. Instead, he got a surprise. Gethin, John Barrowman, and the bloke who had won the last series were on the floor, and Gethin and the bloke were fucking John Barrowman at the same time. John had a look of absolute bliss.
Matt quietly shut the door and went back to his car. He knew he wasn't exclusive with Gethin, but he still felt left out, and dejected. He had come to care about Gethin and thought they had more than just sex.
Maybe love was for a man and a woman ,and sex was for a man and a man. If that was the case, Matt decided to get some of the biggest, most powerful cocks he knew of to give him a good fucking.
He already had a list of a few based on his time on Dancing. He'd have to go see them...