Date: Mon, 29 Jun 2009 10:01:29 -0400
From: Heather Thomas <hhj1970@gmail.com>
Subject: AMERICAN IDOL FANTASTIC FUCKS 8

(Usual disclaimers apply.  I have no knowledge of any persons mentioned and
this is just fantasy fiction)

AMERICAN IDOL FANTASTIC FUCKS
Chapter 8
BRITAIN'S GOT FUCKING TALENT

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(This chapter is dedicated to my dear friend Jack.  I am sorry not to have
been able to include him at this party -- at least as an onlooker --
but Simon was resolute about the privacy of his guests, so Jack will have
to read about the party here.)

Simon and Adam flew first class to London and went straight to Claridge's,
the grand old dame of British hostelry.  They immediately went to sleep,
recovering from jet lag and mild hangovers, sleeping around the clock.

When they awoke, Simon said he would call Ant McPartlin, his steady piece
of ass throughout the Britain's Got Talent series.  Simon explained that
his real name was Anthony and that although he was very excitable and often
"over the top," he was a talented producer and a great and appreciative
fuck who anxiously spreads his legs every time he was with Simon.

Ant arrived at the hotel a couple of hours later, excited to see Simon and
anxious to meet Adam.  Simon embraced him and they had some small talk.
Ant had one very exciting tale to tell -- namely that he had seduced and
been fucked by Prince William.  Ant said the Prince was nothing special in
the sack, but was after all a future king.  "I think Harry would have been
much better" Ant declared, "but, of course, he's probably not really
Charles' son, so there's the difference."  He went on to say that William
had left his pants there so Ant had a souvenir.  "You mean the Prince went
out in the street with no pants?" Adam asked.  "Yea, sure," Ant replied.
"who would ever notice?"  At this point, Simon intervened, explaining that
"pants" means something totally different between England and the US.
"Pants in America of course means ONLY trousers where over here that term
is often used for what Americans call "shorts" or just "underwear."  Adam
was relieved to know that the young Royal had not gone bare legged into the
streets of London.

 Simon stroked his crotch and asked "are you ready for this monster, Ant?"
Ant just grinned and nodded and Simon said "OK, boys, let's get naked.  I'm
going to fuck you Ant and you're going to give Adam one of your inimitable
blow jobs."  Both Ant and Adam smiled broadly and joined Simon in stripping
naked.

Simon fucked Ant from behind so he could better give Adam his blow job.
"Oh my God, I've missed your huge cock" Ant told Simon as the AI star
plunged deep in his boy cunt.  Adam was moaning at the intense blow job he
was getting from Ant who was deep throating his nice cock.  This intense
sexuality went on for 20 minutes or so when both Simon and Adam exploded
big loads into Ant's ass and throat.

The guys decoupled and Simon had them sit in the living room as he
explained the week's agenda.

Simon had rented a manor estate in Southwest England which cost him an arm
and a leg but which was perfect for this British fuck fest.  It has a huge
ballroom where Simon would have the requisite number of beds placed so all
the fuckers could comfortably fit into one room.  His rental fee included
staff that would provide all services needed including all meals for the
three day orgy, but who were forbidden to go to the ballroom where the orgy
would be held.

Thusfar, Simon said he had acceptances from the following: 1-2 Ant & Dec of
course.  3-4 Ewan McGregor and Jude Law who first fucked each other as
roommates at university more than a decade ago.  5-6 Clive Owen and Colin
Farrell -- the latter being Irish, but whom Clive fucked early in Colin's
career.  Both are total hound dogs. 7-8 David Morrissey and Michael Sheen
who love some variation in their sex lives.  9 -David Beckham, the British
soccer expatriate who will take a break from his underwear modeling to get
a little more man sex.  10- Also, Theo Walcott, a young star with the
Arsenal club who loves cock up his firm ass.  11- Robert Pattinson, the new
young star on both sides of the Atlantic who supposedly loves big cocks up
his ass 12-13 Colin Firth and Hugh Grant, veterans of several films popular
in both countries.  Allegedly not good friends, but both connoisseurs of
boy pussy.  14 An outsider -- Marat Safin, the Russian tennis star whose
cherry was popped by Simon two years ago on the Cote d'Azur and who wants
to discreetly get some man pussy himself.

Simon said he had several more invitations extended with no replies to
date, but that these 14 plus he and Adam should provide a great experience
in a fuck filled holiday.

Simon fucked Ant once more and Adam sucked Ant off before they called it a
night.  Ant happily agreed to come back the following evening and spend the
night.

When Ant came back the following eve, he brought his souvenir -- a pair
of light blue pure silk boxers with a Burberry label.  "Must have cost 40
quid or so" Ant said of Prince William's underwear.  Simon asked him to
describe how he got the Prince into his bed.  Ant said they were both at
some sort of television conference which was really boring and the average
age was 50+.  So, Ant asked him if he'd like to slip away for a drink and
William happily agreed to that.

They went to Ant's room and the Prince complimented Ant on discovering
Susan Boyle for Britain's Got Talent, saying she was a big boost for the
nation's psyche and as an international instant star, particularly in
America, was a major asset for the British entertainment industry.  As they
sipped white wine, Ant detected vibes from the Prince that indicated an
interest and signals that William was not totally immune to man sex.  So,
Ant put on his seductive charms and in due time the two were undressing.
"Oh yes," Ant had said, "please fuck me your Highness."  And, William did,
a bit clumsily and quickly, thrusting into Ant's boy cunt with rapid
strokes.  William came in less than 5 minutes and then seemed uncomfortable
and made some excuse about having to meet his father.  But, the seduction
had worked and Ant had been fucked by the very handsome future king.

"Have you fucked any royalty?" Ant asked Simon.  "Just Prince Edward for
the last 20 years" Simon said laughing.  "However, I did nail Tony Blair
shortly before he became Prime Minister."

Simon went on to tell of an incident many years ago in Cardiff.  Blair had
only recently been made head of the Labour party and both he and Simon were
there at an entertainment industry conference.  That afternoon an
incredibly terrible storm hit the area, closing down all transportation in
and out of the city.  Simon had wisely booked a deluxe hotel room but Blair
had planned to return to London and his car, driver and wife were planning
to pick him up after an event they attended in Bristol.  Mrs. Blair called
to tell him that was impossible with the storm still raging and Tony tried
to book a room, but the hotel was absolutely fully booked and he was told
he'd just have to camp out in the lobby.  Simon overheard this and invited
the Labour leader to share his room which was large with two beds.

After a bit of small talk, Simon moved the subject to sex.  After a couple
of drinks, Blair admitted he was dominated by his wife, an actress and
confirmed political leftist.  "Sex with her is rather like having sex with
a man" he told Simon.  "Well then, let's see if sex with me is better"
Simon replied and began undressing him.

Much to the party leader's joy, Simon fucked him three times and got a very
accomplished blowjob. There was no question that Tony enjoyed sex with
Simon much more than with his wife

The skies cleared the next morning and Simon and Tony were having breakfast
in the dining room when Mrs. Blair arrived.  "Holy shit, Tony" she bellowed
"did you have to get stranded in God damned fucking Wales?"  Tony asked her
to be quiet as they might be recognized.  "Are you kidding; the Goddamned
fucking Queen could come in here and these ignorant Welshmen wouldn't know
it."  At that point Simon proceeded to introduce himself.  She responded
with "Oh, you're that rude and obnoxious bloke who brings these whores and
faggots on stage and then makes fun of them."  Simon was stunned and
hastily made his exit, asking Tony to just drop the keys up front as the
bill had been paid.  "Poor bastard," Simon told Adam and Ant, "she's the
worst bitch I've ever seen and I must say I've voted solidly Tory ever
since that event."

Adam's performance at Wembley was very well received and got good reviews
in the London press.  He sang four numbers, all with soul and enthusiasm.
Simon was pleased and proud and told Adam he was on the road to a fine
career.

The next evening Dec joined them as the four of them would leave for the
Southwest in a limo the next morning.  Simon first fucked Dec who although
he usually topped Ant was delighted to have Simon Cowell's big cock ravish
his ass.  Ant fucked Adam and then they switched with Adam topping Ant.

They left the following morning, making a short stop at Stonehenge to show
Adam that bit of British antiquity.  By mid-afternoon all of the other 12
guests had arrived.  Simon suggested they all strip to their underwear and
then have a champagne toast before they begin the fucking.  "We have a
sumptuous banquet tonight, so get some exercise first" he said laughing.

Simon was in his usual Dolce Gabanna briefs; Ant and Dec wore blue bikinis
and Adam his favorite silky white briefs.  Colin Firth, Hugh Grant and
Robert Pattinson were all in print boxers.  Ewan, Jude and Marat all wore
American Calvin Klein white briefs and Beckham wore the sharp Armani briefs
he's been modeling as did Colin Farrell.  David Morrissey, Clive Owen and
Michael Sheen wore standard British white y-fronts and Theo Walcott was in
black bikini briefs.

Simon said they should begin with 3-somes, He would fuck Marat whose cherry
he had popped two years ago and get him in shape to do some man-fucking of
his own.  In turn, Marat would fuck Adam who lusted after the hunky
Russian.  Colin Firth would fuck Michael Sheen who would plunge his cock
into Robert Pattinson.  David Morrissey would fuck Ewan McGregor who would
nail Ant. while David Beckham would nail Jude Law who would top Theo
Walcott.  Finally, Clive Owen would fuck Colin Farrell (his old fuck buddy
from Gosford Park) who would fuck Hugh Grant.  Odd man out was Dec who
would suck Hugh Grant while Colin fucked Hugh.

Before they began the fuck fest, Marat suggested they have a cock measuring
contest. He really wanted to see if he was as big as Simon.  They all got
hard ons before Ant and Dec did the measuring and Simon did win with 10.4
inches.  David Morrissey followed with 10.2 and Marat was third with ten
inches even.  The rest trailed behind significantly.

At that point everyone found their appropriate beds.  Simon began removing
Marat's tight briefs and the young Russian got the giggles.  "I remember
you liked to take off my underwear" he said in his heavy accent.  "Most of
all I like what's underneath it" Simon replied as he began sucking his ass.
Marat in the meantime removed Adam's briefs and was fingering his ass.  "Go
ahead and start your fuck" Simon told him which Marat did with a fierce
thrust of his huge cock into Adam.  Adam winced and moaned and seconds
later Simon rammed his massive pole into Marat.  Needless to say, that bed
squeaked loudly with two powerful fucks.

Beds were actually squeaking all over the room as five three-way fucks were
underway.  David Morrissey's huge 10 incher was ravishing a wailing Ewan
McGregor whose cock was firmly ensconced up Ant's ass.  David Beckham was
conducting a noisy and thorough fucking of Jude Law who was ravaging young
Theo Walcott's boy pussy.

Colin Firth and Michael Sheen climaxed first, pissing their loads into
fresh boy pussy.  Then Clive Owen shot his load into Colin Farrell's ass
just after Colin came in Hugh Grant whose cock had been masterfully sucked
by Dec.

Jude Law shot his load into Theo Walcott seconds before David Beckham came
with torrents of cum in Jude's ass.  A very noisy bed across the way saw
David Morrissey fucking the living shit out of Ewan McGregor who was
fiercely pounding a very happy Ant.  Ewan came inside Ant and then his ass
became the receptacle of Morrissey's incredible load.

Marat was grunting and groaning as Simon climaxed in his boy pussy just as
Marat's load soaked Adam's well used cunt.

After a few minutes of relaxation, Simon suggested everyone find a partner
for the next round of one-on-one fucking.  He immediately chose Clive Owen
whose ass he had wanted for years.

Marat selected Ewan McGregor, saying "I'm going to paint that pretty smile
of yours permanent with my Russian fuck."  Adam was chosen by David Beckham
which really pleased him.  And, Dec got picked for his first fuck of the
evening by David Morrissey who approached him with his incredible dick
standing at full mast, red, thick and huge.

Clive told Simon he had not bottomed since university days but looked
forward to the much heralded Cowell fuck.  Simon complimented him on his
fine ass and then mounted him, driving all 10 plus inches into the British
hunk's ass.

Marat promptly mounted Ewan, telling him it was the first time he'd fucked
a man.  "I've fucked way more than a thousand girls" the Russian tennis
star proclaimed, "so I guess I'll fuck you just like I fuck girls—hard
and heavy".  "Go for it, Marat---God, I want a Russian power fuck."  So,
Marat delivered one, just pummeling McGregor's boy cunt.

David Beckham and David Morrissey -- well experienced fuckers of female
cunts -- also delivered power fucks to Adam and Dec respectively.

Dec looked over and saw his buddy and partner Ant swooning over the fuck he
was getting from Jude Law.

There was loud moaning and grunting as eight couples were fucking.  Simon,
as usual, delivered a masterful fuck on Clive Owen who moaned and wailed
but was rewarded with a gush of Cowell juice soaking his ass.  Marat really
gave Ewan a fierce fucking, kissing and sucking him as his enormous cock
devastated him.  "Here it comes" Marat finally yelled as copious amounts of
cum flooded his boy pussy.  David Beckham -- no stranger to man sex --
reamed Adam's boy cunt with perfection culminating in a prolonged strong
climax.

David Morrissey who considered himself an expert fucker really worked over
Dec's boy pussy, plowing in and out with a vengeance.  He finally came,
giving Dec a big kiss as he unloaded his cum deep inside him.  And, Ant was
delighted with the fine fuck delivered by Jude Law who regularly fucked
whichever gender available at least three times a week.

Simon then suggested they all put on their underwear and go to the banquet
hall where a magnificent meal and lots of wine awaited them.  During the
dinner, all the guys checked out each other's bulges and asses, deciding
who they wanted to couple with in the next round.  Simon urged bottoms to
proposition tops as well as vice-versa.

Everyone fucked and/or got fucked twice more that night and at least eight
times over the next two days and nights.

Simon fucked all 12 guests (excluding Adam, Ant and Dec who he was taking
back to London) and gave second fucks to Marat and Ewan.

Marat proved to be the champion fucker, fucking 19 times in all.  He nailed
everyone but Simon, of course, and got seconds from four more including
Adam and Ant who relished his powerful, dynamic fuck strokes.

Adam was fucked but everyone but Simon and fucked four guys himself --
Robert, Ewan, Theo and Michael.  Ant and Dec also were fucked by all the
guests and got a little boy pussy themselves.  They also gave several blow
jobs to happy recipients.

The party ended with delighted but exhausted guests.  Simon and his three
protégés headed back to London, sated and pleased over their British fuck
fest.

(to be continued)