The World Idol Threesome Becomes a Foursome, Ryan -- Berlin to London
Disclaimer: While these are real people, the story is fabricated fiction. I do not pretend to know the true sexuality of any of the people on Fox's World Idol, and presume that Alexander Klaws, Heinz Winckler, and Ryan Malcolm are straight. Although Will Young is openly gay, I do not presume to model any attraction that he might have toward the other three Idol competitors. This is a work of fiction and does not represent any real actions. World Idol is not my property, but the following work of fiction is mine.
Author's Note: Welcome, welcome, welcome all! This is my first ever story. Hope you like it. I'd love to hear feedback, comments, suggestions at jaxboi6t9@yahoo.ca or sent it over to Big K, who authored the first Chapter in this series. Much thanks to K for all the help, encouragement, and for inspiring me to try writing out. I'm already starting another chapter, but your feedback tells me my writing's shit, I'll save myself the embarassment! Thanks in advance. Happy thoughts à WAH!!! Sincerely, Marek (Dan) Wahpjd. J
"Fuck!"
A couple of curious heads turned to catch Canadian Idol Ryan Malcolm blurt out his profanity amid the crowded airport terminal in Berlin. But Ryan was sure some of those heads weren't just turned because of his speech. Ryan caught a couple of cute twenty-somethings checking out his ass. Despite his mild feeling of flattery, Ryan was still upset.
Shit, thought Ryan to himself, I guess that's one word that international. He began to laugh. Not that Ryan cared, really. Would he ever really see these retards again anyways? Most likely never.
An old couple gave frowning faces and muttered something harsh. At least it sounded harsh to Canada's newest entree into the music label. Malcolm didn't understand a word of German, except for a few curses he'd picked up glancing at a porn magazine in the Duty Free. He didn't care really. Since first auditioning for the Idol series in Canada last April, he'd been on the road non-stop. Rehearsal, appearance, screaming people...ugh. And don't even mention the tons of ugly people Ryan had to cope with. God! Honestly, Ryan hadn't had a good lay in months. His girlfriend was permanently scarred when Ryan admitted he was gay earlier that year. Ever since, Ryan had only been intimate with his trusty hand, giving self-gratification from what little experience with men he could recollect.
Ryan returned to his cell phone. "Damn you bastard! If I had my way, I'd schedule my own flights, dumb shit! Christ, now I'm late!..." Ryan's frustration from his heated conversation with his phone was showing. His large hand wiped off the sweat that was accumulating on his forehead, above his signature black frames. He switched hands, on the hunt for his now-useless plane ticket.
"Damn pockets!" Ryan muttered as he rushedly pried into the pockets of his slim Armani suit. He was quite a state to look at. Dress shirt untucked. Tie, long-been thrown in the heat of his frustration. His right hand finally found his seek in his right ass pocket. "Gotcha, you fucker!"
Finally some good luck. Ryan was hoping the ticket line would be just as helpful...
It wasn't. Some lady was making a scene. Ryan zombied out, his luggage at his feet. Yikes, these people in line stank. Hadn't these people heard of showers?, Ryan thought. The only thing that presented itself as a welcome distraction was a nice piece of ass a few ugly people ahead in the line. I mean, this guy's ass was godly! Whoever this mystery guy was, he was tall, hair snowed blond with reddish-brown roots. He bent over, his medium build hunching on the rail of his luggage cart. His dirty white wife-beater huge tightly to his well-defined back, trailing down to the perfect ass that lay incased by a pair of tight-fitted jeans.
But soon enough, this mighty distraction was gone too. Ryan waited a few more minutes, drilling fantasies of pounding the solid piece of ass he'd witnessed well displayed only moments before.
Ryan battled through purchasing his plane ticket to London. The teller, although a cute-looker too, understood minimal English. Wow, what a struggle! Ryan could've blown up again on the cute teller but he decided against it. For one, Ryan was pretty exhausted...Although he couldn't teach this guy English, maybe there were other oral activities Ryan could teach the cute teller. But Ryan snapped back into reality and accepted the ticket the teller printed out for him. Ditching his luggage, Ryan realized his seat would be at the back of the plane. Ryan rolled his tongue seductively around his lips and winked at the teller before he walked slyly away. Hey, it'd been a shitty day. Might as well get your kicks where you could find them!
Ryan was one of the first people to board the small plane and made his way to the back. He sat down and pulled out a magazine. Soon he became lost in his reads.
"Excuse me" a deep voice interrupted. Ryan looked up abruptly, but his facial annoyance turned to shock. His jaw stayed fixed open. It was him! The guy with the perfect ass! And now, Ryan was taken aback by the likewise perfect face of the guy from the ticket line. The blonde's chest was well presented through his thin white beater, his nipples poking through.
"Uh...hello?" the guy continued in a smooth tone.
"Sorry, sorry," Ryan replied, backing in his seat to allow the guy to pass. Travelling economy usually sucked for Ryan because of the cramped space, but now space, or the lack there of, seemed to be gift from God. The blonde passed in front of Ryan, the perfect bubble butt passing just in front of Malcolm's chest. Casually, Ryan raised his arm which came in brushing contact with the other man's jeans. A strike of energy passed through Ryan, his hard-on instantly jolted. Ryan quickly grabbed for his papers to cover his mound. The blonde turned his head and made a friendly smile at the contact.
For the next hour or so, Ryan was very uncomfortable. His hard on persisting, the Canadian Idol fumbled keeping his papers to conceal the tenting in his suit pants. He changed positions in his seat, trying to induce his 8-inch pole to subside. This wasn't helping. Meanwhile, the gorgeous blonde was lost in his music with a huge set of headphones encapsulating his perfect ears.
The guy in the white beater looked so at peace. His eyes were gently closed. His lips were moving, undoubtedly mouthing the words to some foreign song. God those lips...so perfect and pout. Ryan just wanted to bite down on this hunk's lower lip, to invade his mouth... But that's just one of two openings that Ryan had in mind of invading.
Crash. The drinks vendor slammed into the chair at the front of the plane.
"G'day mate." the now familiar deep tone addressed Ryan. His accent wasn't quite like a hard Brit, but not really German either. Anyhow, it didn't matter. It was exotic, just like his lightly tanned skin and deep green eyes. "Finally done with your paper, aie?"
"Yeah." Ryan stuttered. "Just a nervous habit, is all. What are you listening to?"
"Oh nil. Just mouthing words. I got this gig up in London. Hopefully get my big break."
Ryan became more intrigued. Common ground. "Really, eh? I'm the Canadian Idol." Ryan immediately wished he hadn't said that. Did he want to interest this guy or make him laugh? But his self-correction ended as he saw the hottie beside him flash a perfect smile with his pouting mouth, raising his left eyebrow ever so slightly, inciting interest...or attraction...
"And how did a gorgeous guy like you get the contract?" the blonde whispered, seductively leaning into Ryan, placing one of his soft tan hands on Ryan's leg.
"I...uh...." was all Ryan was able to blurt out, as his breathing jumpstarted.
"You know," the seductive lad continued, "contracts are hard"- instantly groping at Ryan's crotch -- "to come by in Germany." - emphasizing to word "come". "Maybe we could make our own deal..."
Ryan panicked. This couldn't be happening. A dropping sound of papers was heard as Ryan's magazines crashed out of his hands.
The blonde boldly leaned over Ryan's lap to pick up the papers from the aisle. "Here, let me get those." The lad moved slowly, purposefully grinding his chest into Ryan's tenting crotch. The instant the strategic lad had his hardening nipple brush Ryan's crotch, Ryan could feel drops of precum begin to soil his white briefs. On his way back up, the foreigner whispered into Malcolm's ear, "I'm feeling tight. Maybe the loo might let me release some tension."
With that, the hot guy passed to the aisle, rubbing his perfect ass hard against Ryan's fabric-concealed pole as he managed his way to the lavatory.
"Holy shit." Ryan managed, once the slut was in the lavatory- Ryan left to look at the pool of wetness that was dampening his front pants. He speedily threw off the Armani jacket that still encased his slim but toned torso. Antsy, but trying not to draw attention to the back of the plane as the drinks where being distributed in the front, Malcolm opened the lavatory door...
A determined hand grabbed Ryan by the collar and pulled him in, locking the door. The space in the lavatory was minimal, but that didn't matter now. The next while was a hallucination of pleasure and pure animal lust. Both guys worked lustfully to remove each other's shirts as their lips locked and their tongues ventured into the recesses of each other's. The tan lad skillfully undid Ryan's belt and his suit pant fell to his ankles, exposing his dampened briefs, his 8'inch dick hard as steal poking well over the limits of the elastics.
"Shit man, you're huge!" the stranger gasped genuinely.
"Shut up, whore" Ryan breathed, lancing the slightly taller lad against the door. Ryan savagely began suck the hunk's hardened nipple, pinching at the left one as he worked. Ryan swirled his masterful tongue around the pink hardness, and up and down, until he began biting.
"O Christ!" was all Ryan could make out among other foreign swears that escaped the blonde's perfect pouty mouth. Two strong hands forced Ryan's head back to the foreigner's mouth and the savage kissing continued. Breathing was short and intense wherever it was found. The small limits of the lavatory weren't helping either. Both men were sweating considerably by now and the blonde's well kept hair was becoming a disarray of thin hair, matting to his forehead.
Ryan's hand dropped to grope the beautiful ass that he was determined to make his own. All the while precum continued to stream from Ryan's cock. In earnest, Ryan ripped the lad's tight jeans open and laboured the confines off his whore's perfect legs. There were no briefs to remove...just nothing. What stood in front of Ryan was the model of a god. What stood in front of Ryan was the epitome of all his nastiest fantasies. What stood in front of Ryan was a beautiful blonde, with a tight ass, a trail of hair leading to a trimmed patch of pubes -- encompassing a beautiful 9 inch cock and two egg-size low hangers.
"O fuck. I love you Germany!" Ryan began as he instantly took the foreigner's cock into his mouth...all of it. Ryan deepthroated the pole immediately without hesitation or even a hint of a gag. Years of vocal training provided Ryan with a remarkable throat. Just like when performing any good song, Ryan had to open his throat wide. This was no different...He wanted to make it a good job.
Ryan's head bobbed up and down the mighty cock, his tongue running on the underside, his lips pursed tightly around the thickness. The moans and swears from the guy he was servicing indicated an impending release.
"Not yet whore." Ryan commanded as he pulled off the monstrous cock abruptly. He brought his hand to the stranger's mouth. The foreigner took all of Ryan's finger into his warm mouth, sucking incessantly. Ryan took to savagely licking the cheek of the sweaty and lusting blonde before him.
Suddenly, Ryan replaced his fingers with his aching mouth. His well-sucked fingers trailed down in between the slut's legs. Ryan jacked the moaning whore violently then continued his trek finding the other man's asshole. Amid the heat and mess of the kiss, Ryan inject all three of this long bony fingers up the blonde's ass.
"AH!! FUCK!!!!" the stranger yelled in his deep broken voice, breaking their heated kiss. "O shit! Ah fuck!" Ryan had never heard anyone moan in such a sexy way. This was it.
Ryan prodded his fingers up the asshole deliberately, despite his counterpart's painful moans. Man he was tight! Now it was time for Ryan's cock to get some action.
With his strong arms, the paler of the two-Ryan-forced the whining blonde around and placed his pulsating cock at the loosened sphincter. With a swift upward jab, Ryan impaled the perfect ass he had been fucking only in his fantasies hours earlier. The fit was tight, but Ryan forced his cock up into the confines brushing hard into the prostate therein. The hot foreigner shot his head back crying a swear that Ryan couldn't decipher. Fuck deciphering. It didn't matter. Ryan had been waiting too long for this. Hours, months...hell, a lifetime. To hell with romance, Ryan pounded that ass with all he had. Sweat dripped off both guys, a haze of their lust collecting in the hot air of the lavatory stall.
Ryan's powerful tongue commenced lapping at the flexing muscles of his whore's back, the salty taste of sweat a welcomed guest to Ryan's dry mouth. One of his hands returned attention to his whore's cock. A furious jacking ensued, Ryan's hand slamming down the long pole in rhythm with his own cock forcing back the opposite way into the tight ass. With his left hand, Ryan forced his fingers back into the whimpering god's mouth - the same hand he used to open up the ass he was presently fucking (like soldier fucks a whore he finds after going dry in months of service). With his hand moistened by his fuck puppy, Ryan alternated unmethodically caressing his victim's nipples and tugging at the well-shaped balls.
This was heaven. Hands down. Ryan couldn't believe it. If not for anything else, he felt like a king now. Screw World Idol. That bitch Kelly or some the hottie from the UK would probably win. THIS is what he'd remember his World Idol experience: Ryan fucking some random guy in the lavatory of fucking plane!
The asshole around Ryan's cock was continually tightening. Ryan knew he was gonna cum soon.
"OOOO FUCK!!!!!!!FuCK! Fuck! FUCK!!!!!!!" Ryan and the random guy exchanged in the disorienting pulse of Ryan's cock. Ryan was first to blow. His cock spewed a good ten thick loads, so much for such a tight ass that cum leaked back to the base of Ryan's cock. Combining with the sweat that formed there, streams of cum trickled down Ryan's ball and hit the floor like drops of liquid lava.
The hot blonde exploded at the feeling of Ryan's ejaculation. He could feel hot cum, shot after shot, invading his well used but still tight ass, filling his bowels. One last strike on his prostate sent the stranger shooting his own series of thick cum ropes.
Ryan's hand and explosive fucking didn't stop even after both guys had cummed. Ryan's hand was now fully covered with the fucker's cum...each finger. The door was the lavatory was a mess of sweat and spills of cum that were slowly streaming down the door by gravity.
Ryan suddenly released his fuck buddy from his still hard cock and brought his cum-covered hand to his mouth, feasting on a job well done. The stranger immediately knelt, surprisingly still energetic, and took Ryan's cum covered balls into his eager mouth. Ryan's cock shot up again sending another five loads of thick white cum all over the horny fuck puppy's face.
"Ah shit. That's it fucker. You done well. Shit, German ass is tight!" Ryan teased arousingly. "Did you like that `release' you tight fuck?" he continued playfully.
"Fuck yes...Fuck yes, my idol..." the response escaped the now cum covered lips in between the licking and sucking. And then he paused. "Oh, and by the way fucker...I'm not German..."
Ryan pulled up his messy fuck partner to his face. Ryan's thick signature glasses were well beyond proper now, all fogged and smudged from the sweat and cum. He licked the cum that was dripping down the blonde's chin and made his way back to the mouth that he'd been enjoying for this whole flight.
The cumfilled kiss seemed to last forever. Ryan ended, "Let's fuck again."
Days later, Ryan met at the airport in London for a photo session. The media wanted to have it look like all the idols arrived at the same time, but in fact, Ryan had been in London for about a week already.
"World Idols! Welcome to London!"
It was that hot guy who'd won Pop Idol in the UK, Will Young. Damn he was fine! Ryan made a mental note to give him a "personal thank you" for such a nice welcome.
Will injected, "Ok everyone, meet everyone. Go mingle."
Aww, what a cutie, thought Ryan. I'd take that shit up the ass.
But Ryan's dirty one-man conversation was interrupted by a hand that grabbed his. Ryan lazily turned around to catch whoever was trying to meet him.
A deep broken voice addressed, "Hi. I'm Heinz Winckler..."
Ryan was in shock.
"See, I told you I wasn't German. I'm the Idol winner from South Africa."
Things were looking up. Ryan had already fucked one of his fellow contestants...even before they'd arrived in London! Ryan had his eye caught for the ass of the tall guy who evidently turned out to be the German Idol. Alex Klaws or something. Getting Will Young to drop his pants probably wouldn't be too hard a challenge. Will had a pretty mouth that could use some Canadian training.
"Hey, I'm Ryan Malcolm." Ryan returned.