Date: Tue, 23 Nov 2004 15:00:37 -0500
From: bedroom athlete <bedroomathlete84@hotmail.com>
Subject: Celeb Foot Fun: Gareth's Solo Performance

Disclaimer/Intro: Alright, I'm back with another story after way too long a
time.  Unfortunately, there isn't even any sex in it!...well, sorta.  The
following story involves the young hot British pop singer Gareth Gates
enjoying some quality time at home by himself, during which time he decides
to explore all the various fun things he can do with his body.  Anyone who
isn't turned on by feet, piss, or depictions of homosexual activity in
general should probably stop reading this now.  Same applies for those under
legal age.  And yeah, I don't know Gareth Gates in real life or anything, so
this is not meant to imply anything about his sexuality, it's just my own
fantasy.  (If anyone likes this, by the way, I may also do a separate series
of celebrity piss stories, as I've had quite a few ideas in my head
regarding that topic (and judging from this story, I seem to be leaning that
way anyhow).  Can't promise I can actually do them with any sort of
regularity, though.  Also, comments, suggestions, praise, hot photos of
Gareth Gates barefoot and/or peeing, and all that good stuff can be sent to
bedroomathlete84@hotmail.com.)

Gareth Gates' Solo Performance (j/o, solo, feet, ws)

	"Oh, for God's sakes, get up already, you lazy git!"
	Wendy Gates nudged her son in the side.  She had been prodding the lump in
the bed for nearly half an hour now.
	"This is ridiculous, Gareth, your father and I have to catch a jet at 4!
We need you to get up already!" She was practically screaming by this point.
	Gareth stirred some more, trying to rouse himself out of sleep.  He had
been exhausted staying up the night before, trying to write a new song, that
he hadn't realized it when 5 AM.  It was now noon, and he usually didn't
function well on less than nine hours of sleep.  He grumbled a bit and then
acknowledged his mother's presence with a sore "Yeah, yeah, I'm getting up,
don't get your knickers in a twist," though he mumbled this last part so it
was below hearing level.
	His mother, satisfied, exited the room, leaving Gareth free to get dressed.
  Another reason he was hesitant to wake up and get out of bed so soon was
that he had had a raging case of morning wood and it would've been really
embarrassing for his mother to have seen that, considering he usually slept
in just a pair of boxers.  Sitting up, Gareth yawned and stretched, wiggling
his toes and flexing his arms to try to snap himself out of his lethargic
state.
        The one good thing about sleeping at his parents' home in Kensington
was that he had his huge comfy childhood bed that he could sleep in.  He had
been asked to take care of his parents' house while the rest of his family
took a four-day trip to Paris, which had been somewhat supplied for by
Gareth's Pop Idol and record sale earnings.  Gareth himself unfortunately
could not go with them, and in fact had to go record some tracks in the
studio for his upcoming new album.  Of course, he knew that if he went
anyway, he would probably be harassed by gaggles of French teenyboppers and
while he adored his fans, he wasn't terribly in the mood to deal with that
whilst on vacation.  He certainly didn't want to put his family through such
an ordeal, either.  So he'd decided that the best course was for him to stay
home and watch over things while his family enjoyed themselves on his
earnings.  Plus, who can resist having a big house all to themselves?  He
loved his family but at the same time was sort of happy to know that they
were all letting him lord over the whole house.
        Putting on a tight red shirt from his closet and slapping on a
crumpled pair of jeans that he'd tossed on his floor the previous night, he
stretched again and then went to the bathroom to check himself out in the
mirror.  His hair, as he usually felt, looked awful, so he opened up the
medicine cabinet and took out his trusty bottle of hair gel.  Even when at
home, popstars had to look good.  He slapped some of the sticky
straightening fluid in his hair until he was satisfied with it and then
gazed at himself once more in the mirror.  Taking out his toothbrush, he
applied some toothpaste and brushed heartily, eliminating his nasty morning
breath.  Rinsing thoroughly, he gargled and spit his mouth scum into the
sink, washing it away with a quick twist of the faucet.  He flashed his
gap-toothed smile in the mirror, taking note of how white his teeth were
(these are important features for a pop singer, after all).
        Heading downstairs, he found his parents and his three sisters,
Nicola, Charlotte and Jessica, plus his foster brother James, waiting
downstairs with all their bags.
        "Well, looks like the famous pop star has decided to grace us with
his presence," joked Paul Gates, Gareth's impatient father.
        "Oh, come off it, you'll catch your plane.  Got your tickets and
everything?" Gareth inquired, trying not to sound too enthusiastic.
        "Yes, right here," Nicola said, flashing six tickets in her right
hand.  "So eager to get us out of your hair, I presume?"
        "Why, why would I want this entire house all to myself?" Gareth
asked, faking naivete.
        "Oh, after all the hotel rooms you've stayed in, Gareth, this is
hardly posh at all.  And there's no mini-bar, either," joked Wendy.
        "Oh, mum, you know I don't drink," assured Gareth.  "And besides,
it's just nice to be home instead of China or some place."
        "Well, don't go too mad while we're away.  We know you'll miss us
terribly but try to not rack up the phone bills trying to reach us," joked
Charlotte.
        "Oh, group hug!" Gareth exclaimed.  Everyone jokingly gathered
together in a large embrace, squeezing tightly.  The honking of a cab horn
outside, the one that belonged to the cab Gareth had ordered for his family
the previous day, broke the cushy love-in.  The Gates family began to hustle
their belongings outside.
        "Have a great time, everyone!" Gareth said, pausing to individually
hug his family members goodbye.  "Bring back some yummy French food!"
        "Will do, Gareth!  Take good care of the house, don't burn anything
down!" exclaimed his father as he entered the cab.
        Gareth watched as his family peeled down the street in their cab.
Seeing that they were very much out of his depth of vision, he smiled and
became really excited.  The whole house to himself for four days!  He
envisioned that for most of this time, he'd have some mates over, order a
lot of pizza, maybe make a few stiff drinks (clearly what he'd said to his
mother was a lie).  Aside from all his labor in the studio, he could see
that the next couple of days without parental supervision in his own home
would be wonderful.
        Problem was, it was still only noon and he had nothing in particular
to do at that point.  He remembered the family's new computer in the back
den, which he had helped pay for, and so made it a point to check it out
immediately.  He realized how potentially lame it was that with the whole
place to himself he was going to go online, but he figured he could maybe
slip on under his covert screen name and see if any of his mates were
around, and if not, perhaps just browse the internet to find ideas for
timekillers.
        Passing the kitchen on the way, he stopped and rummaged through his
freezer to find a suitable breakfast/lunch.  He took out a box of frozen
French bread pizza and popped it in his toaster oven.  While that cooked, he
poured himself a glass of wine from his father's liquor cabinet in the
dining area.  One little drink here and there couldn't hurt, and wine was
supposed to be, in fact, good for you.  Plus, at 20 years old, he was of
legal drinking age in England anyway, so it's not like when he was younger
and would steal snifters of brandy away from his father without his
knowledge (or so he'd hoped).
        Making his way to the den with his glass of wine, he signed onto his
family's computer.  As he liked to do so often, he typed his own name into a
search engine just to see what would come up.  He enjoyed looking at his
fan's pages devoted to him, not out of narcissism, but because he genuinely
loved making so many of his fans happy with his music.  However, he came
across one site that he'd never seen before in all his searches over the
Internet.  It was a Gareth Gates photo gallery, nothing new to him of
course, but all the photos of himself had one thing in common: he wasn't
wearing socks or shoes in any of them.  Occasionally during his many photo
shoots, the photographer had asked him to remove his footwear because baring
skin, even if it's your feet, is considered sexy, he'd been told.  He found
out that the entire website contained nothing but photos of male
celebrities, all barefoot.  He clicked out immediately, a bit disturbed by
what he had seen.  Now, teen girls devoting pages to all his various pop
music magazine pullouts was nothing; girls had been doing that forever.  But
for a bunch of guys to devote themselves to nothing but his feet was a
little strange.
        Not wanting to explore that mess any further, Gareth headed back to
the kitchen to check on his pizza.  Seeing it was nearly done, he pulled it
out of the oven and waited for it to cool down.  While he did, he looked
down and noticed that he'd forgotten to put socks on that morning and had
been parading barefoot throughout the house.  Sitting down, he propped his
right foot up onto his left knee and examined it for awhile.  What was
supposed to be so hot about feet?  It was generally accepted that they
smelled sort of gross and he couldn't really understand what their sexual
appeal was.  He did, however, take very good care of his feet, considering
that he had to dance onstage very frequently and so wanted to keep his feet
in top shape.  He trimmed them regularly, even.  He supposed as far as feet
went, his really weren't so bad, though he had a bit of stray hair on the
top that made him wonder again how anyone could get a load off thinking
about his feet.
        His pizza had cooled down by this point, so he took a bite into it.
The copious amount of sauce on the pie didn't quite make it all into his
mouth, however.  As he bit into it, a little drop of pizza sauce landed on
the sole of his foot, which was still crossed on his left knee.  Reaching
for a napkin and finding that there weren't any, Gareth wondered what he was
going to do.
        By this point, his curiosity about the foot thing had reached such a
peak that he really started to wonder if there was something behind this
foot worship business.  Since there was no cleaning implement within sitting
reach of him, and no one was at home anyway so no one could walk in on him,
he decided that he take an extreme measure, just as an experiment.  Hoisting
his foot up to his face (being a dancer, he was quite flexible), he
tentatively stuck his tongue out.  Pulling back, he decided that maybe this
wasn't such a good idea.  He really couldn't fathom doing what he had
planned to do, but then again, if he didn't try it now, he may never have
gotten a good chance to find out ever.  Once again lifting his foot, Gareth
bent his head down, stuck his tongue out, and licked the drop of pizza sauce
off of the sole of his foot.  He tasted...nothing, really, except for the
sauce, and that always tasted good.  It was a little bit salty, maybe, but
not quite as stomach-churning as he had expected.
        So there, he'd decided that there wasn't anything special about
feet, so back to lunch for him.  He took another bite into his pizza and
another sip of his wine.  Apparently, the wine was making him really
courageous and experimental, because all of a sudden he got the urge to try
again and see if he could produce any sort of reaction from licking his own
feet.  Deciding to try it without the sauce this time, Gareth hoisted up his
foot once more and, this time without so much hesitation, ran his tongue
along the back of the sole.  This time, he was surprised to feel his cock
twitch underneath his jeans.  He didn't understand why he was starting to
feel aroused for doing something that wasn't supposed to be sexual in the
least.  Smearing a bit more sauce on the back of his sole, he licked it up
again, eager to taste the sauce juxtaposed with the slightly salty skin of
his soles.  He put his foot down, realizing that this was totally wrong that
he was getting any enjoyment out of doing this.  He stood up and went to get
a wet towel to wipe away his spit and any residue of sauce from underneath
his sole.  Wiping it clean, he started to realize again how good the hot,
moist sensation of the sopping wet towel felt against his sole and he
started to get hard again.  He couldn't believe that cleaning his feet was
making him get stiff!
        He worked the towel against his foot long after he had cleaned up
his spittle and the sauce, letting it massage against the backs of his toes
and up and down his soles.  He rubbed the tops of his feet with the towel,
smearing the warm cloth against his sensitive skin.  He dug in between his
toes and scrubbed his toenails clean, all the while procuring a very
prominent growth in his pants.
        Taking his other foot into his lap, he started to rub it down too,
despite the fact that he hadn't gotten anything on it.  He massaged his left
foot with the towel, working it against the pink flesh of his feet, coating
his entire foot, toes, sole, and all, with a thin layer of moisture.  After
he had finished, he threw the towel on the table and began to rub his soles
together.  It felt really good to rub one of his feet against the other; it
created a unique sensation that was definitely, to Gareth's slight dismay,
pleasurable.  Rubbing his feet against one had caused Gareth to go rock
hard, and he decided that since it wasn't going to go down any time soon, he
best take care of this problem.
        He was about to head to the bathroom when he realized that no one
was home anyway, so no one could really catch him if he did it right then
and there.  Besides, there was an element of danger to it now that made it
really exciting.  Standing up for a second to remove his jeans and boxers,
Gareth Gates was now sitting naked from the waist down in his kitchen,
playing with his feet and groping at his cock, ready to cream himself at any
moment.
        Thrusting his hand up and down his cock, he sat at the table in his
kitchen with the soles of his feet touching and resting somewhat
uncomfortably on his seat, he began to jerk off, feeling the intense
pressure building up in the core of his throbbing prick.  Being on the road
and spending so much time at the studio, and having no time for a
girlfriend, he had found any chance to wank enjoyable, since such times were
few and far between with someone who was constantly as busy as he was.  He
prided himself on his hard work, but for now, he was concentrating most of
that energy into getting one off, right there at his kitchen table.
        Pounding his hard dick while rubbing his feet against one another,
it was hardly any time at all before the cum surged up his cock and spurted
out of the purplish irritated knob of his penis.  Gareth gasped as his juice
gushed out of his cock with tremendous force, sailing in the air before
landing on the back of his feet like the pizza sauce had before.  A few more
staccato bursts of cum had oozed down his hand instead, not having achieved
the arc that his initial spray of cum had managed.
        It felt really good to get his rocks off like that, but he now had a
problem.  He had thrown the towel out of his reach when he tossed it onto
the table, and getting up would require getting his floors sticky with his
own jizz, and he knew that the knowledge that either his parents or siblings
would subsequently walk across that spot of the floor afterwards would make
him feel very uncomfortable.  He had no other way of removing the cum,
except...but no.  He couldn't do that, that was totally gross.  Feet, he
learned, he could deal with, but licking your own cum?  Not bloody likely!
Especially when it's on one's feet!
        However, he slowly and sadly realized that desperate times called
for some desperate measures.  Craning his neck down, he hoisted his foot up
and, after deliberating for some time, stuck his tongue out and brushed the
tip of one of his globs of cum with it.  He instantly drew back, the texture
appalling him, somewhat like lukewarm rice pudding but probably
fouler-tasting.  He decided that he was just going to lick it and deposit it
in the sink perhaps, and then scrub his mouth out with as much mouthwash as
humanly possible.
        Being a trooper and not wanting to back down, Gareth closed his
eyes, breathed in deeply, and licked up every last bit of cum on his soles.
Once he was positive that he had scooped up every last drop with this
tongue, he ran to his upstairs bathroom and spat it out into the sink,
though the sticky nature of his cum had made that a bit difficult and
strands of still remained trapped under his tongue.  He quickly poured
himself a glass of water and rinsed his mouth out thoroughly with it.  In
the heat of the moment though, he managed to swallow a little bit, including
a big gulp that contained some of his sperm.  He gagged for a bit upon
realizing this, until he realized that there was nothing to make a fuss
about; he had hardly tasted anything.  Still naked from the waist down, he
noticed that there was still a little drop of cum clinging on the edge of
his pisshole.  Using his index finger, he swiped it off and gazed at the
drop glistening on his finger for awhile.  This seemed to be Gareth's day
for experimenting, for he closed his eyes and sucked the drop into his
mouth.  Rolling it around, he found that the texture still put him off a
bit, but the taste was interesting.  It was certainly saltier than his feet
but there was an erotic quality to ingesting one's own semen that he
couldn't deny.  He swallowed it back, completely stunned that he had been
able to do such a thing.
        Heading back downstairs after that debacle, his wet feet gliding
across his kitchen floor, Gareth finished off the rest of his pizza and wine
and then saw to it that he'd get another glass.  Maybe if he drank enough he
could wipe what just happened from his memory.
        Pouring himself another glass, he went straight back to his computer
area.  He decided he was going to stay away from such sites as he had seen
before from now on, without a doubt.  Desperate to find something to
distract himself from what had just happened, Gareth typed in the first
thing that came to his mind.  He knew that his family was planning on taking
a train down to the south of France and while there, had planned on doing
some sort of aquatic activity as a family.  He wasn't totally sure if they'd
decided on a specific activity yet, so he decided to type into a search
engine information on "water sports."
        Looking through the first batch of links, he found nothing
particularly interesting.  Then he noticed links that contained terminology
like XXX and 18+ in the link info or URL, and his curiosity was piqued.
Every healthy teenage boy with an internet connection knew what these terms
signified.  Did people waterski nude now, or something?  Clicking on the
link, he discovered the actual alternate meaning of the term and was
initially horrified to see what it entailed.  Clicking out of the browser,
which had contained images of a man peeing on a woman's face, he shuddered
at the thought of ever doing that to someone or indeed having someone do
that to you.  Pissing all over someone?  That's just disgusting!
        He couldn't imagine for the life of him how anyone could find that a
turn-on.  After all, it's something that people do every day and it comes
from your dick.  Having tasted his own cum only minutes prior, he assumed
that he really wasn't missing out on anything that came from there.  Though
now that Gareth had emphatically voiced his doubts in his head, he couldn't
help but wondering, since he didn't know: what did piss actually taste like?
  He imagined it couldn't taste very good, since it was essentially a waste
byproduct.  All sorts of nasty little diseases could be lurking in there,
too, he figured.  However, it struck him as strange and not a little
thought-provoking that there seemed to be so many websites dedicated to
drinking piss or getting pissed on, so surely there's something a little bit
appealing to it all?
        Torn between wanting to find out and being completely repulsed by
the idea, Gareth once again took the side of the intrepid experimenter
willing to do anything in the name of science, not having anything better to
do with his time.  He took one of his family's plastic cups (there's no way
he'd use a cup that the whole family drank out of for this!) and filed into
the bathroom.  Closing the door shut and locking it behind him, even though
he had no reason to fear intrusion by his parents or siblings, he stood in
front of the toilet like he was about to piss into it.  Holding the clear
plastic cup in his right hand, just below his cock, and aiming his piss tube
with his left, he relaxed his bladder muscles and let flow a golden stream
of piss into the cup.  The yellow liquid filled it nearly the entire way,
and a concentration of foam accumulated at the top, giving it the appearance
of lager.
        After shaking out the last bits of piss, Gareth held it up to eye
level and observed it through the clear plastic of the cup.  It certainly
did look apple juice or cider or any other golden beverage he'd grown up
drinking.  He held it up under his nose and was almost instantly repelled by
the smell.  He was just about ready to ditch this entire idea and relegate
it to some sick fetish he found by accident on the Internet, but he had been
particularly curious this day and was not going to give in so easily.
        Employing a trick he'd learned from his grandma about holding his
nose to disguise the aroma of anything that tastes bad, he held the cup up
to his lips.  He tipped it ever so slightly up, inch by inch, until he
finally felt a little splash of piss hit his bottom lip.  He recoiled
instinctively, the nose pinching not hiding much and the taste so
overwhelmingly...piss-like.  He really, honestly could not believe he was
going to go through with this, nor could he not believe that this was
happening despite his better judgment.  He lived fairly cleanly but urine is
liquid waste; surely this isn't good for you at all?  Though he did recall
once hearing some doctors talk about urine therapy as a medical treatment,
though he dismissed the doctors immediately as sick quacks.  Of course, some
small part of him was wishing to test his offhand hypothesis.
        He tried again, lifting the cup to his lips and letting the piss
strike his lip.  Again, it was too much for him.  The taste that collected
on his lip was totally overpowering and noxious.  He laid the cup down on
the sink and decided this was a fetish he'd let slide.  As he was about to
pour the cup into the toilet, he noticed the tap dripping and realized that
maybe if he watered down his stuff that it would be somewhat more palatable.
  Once again assuming the role of experimenter, Gareth turned on the hot
water tap, let it run for a bit to heat up, and then filled up the cup all
the way to the top with extra liquid.  Turning the tap off, he once again
held the cup to his lips.  Still hesitantly, he tipped it forward and let it
hit his lips.  The diluted piss did not taste nearly as bad as the first cup
had.  He sipped again, letting his urine linger in his mouth a little
longer.  It was still a very curious smell, but now that the taste was no
longer as repellent, he found the idea of drinking his own piss erotic, and
he was beginning to get hard again despite having cum only about an hour
ago.
        He raised the cup of diluted urine to his lips again and opened his
mouth wider, letting more of the golden liquid flow into his waiting mouth.
This time he swallowed it with less hesitation, still grimacing but still in
awe of how hot the act was.  Another sip produced the same reaction,
uncertainty mixed with arousal.  He, Gareth Gates, the young famous Pop
Idols winner, was standing in his bathroom, half-naked and sipping his own
piss from a cup like it was lemonade, and on top of that, it was making him
horny as hell!
        A trickle of his "homemade lemonade," remembering an obscene
playground rhyme from his younger days, seeped down his chin, rolling along
his soft skin and dripping down his shirt.  The feeling of the hot liquid
that came from his own cock dripping on his chest had gotten him hot, and
then he remembered that in addition to drinking piss, a lot of guys got
really turned on by being covered in it, too.  Putting the cup down and
stepping into his shower, he removed his shirt and tossed it on the floor,
well away from the shower area.  Grabbing the cup once more off the sink, he
held it up to his chest.  Tipping the cup towards him, Gareth let a stream
of his golden piss flow in a river down his chest, following his happy trail
and collecting in his pubes like dew on grass, with some of it dripping down
onto his legs.  He relished in the hot feeling of coating himself with his
own piss.  He poured some more of his piss over his legs, allowing it to
trickle down, clinging to the hairs on his strong, supple legs and letting
it pool at the bottom around his feet.  He once more brought the cup to his
mouth and, raging horny this time, took a big sip of it.  He gargled and let
it leak out of his mouth, flowing over his chin and running down his neck
and chest.  He was basting himself in urine and it was totally, completely
hot.
        Deciding to go all-out, Gareth held the cup above his head and
tipped it over totally, resulting in being drowned in a deluge of his own
nitrogenous fluid.  He was now standing in his shower, totally soaking in
golden yellow piss from head to toe.  He ran a finger over his slick,
urine-stained torso and popped it in his mouth.  He relished the salty taste
and trembled at the idea of even just standing there like he was, soaked in
pee.  By this time of course, his penis, which had also been coated with
urine, was hard as a rock.  Lying down in the puddle of piss that had
collected under him, he laid on his back and began to move his fist up and
down his cock.  The stench of urine which had previously put him off now had
an erotic connotation for Gareth, and to celebrate his newly found piss
fetish, he was working off his second load of the day.  Pouring a cup of his
own pee on himself was something he would never have considered doing before
yesterday, and now it was, along with indulging in his feet (and maybe
covertly someone else's), a new private pleasure in which he could revel,
whenever he had time.
        Jacking himself off with intensity, the buildup of sexual pressure
in his organ was begging for a release.  His cock was once again primed to
burst, and did so with nearly as much force as his prior load.  He threw his
head back and panted as the cum came soaring out of his cock, striking his
piss-soaked chest and running down his right hand, which was now coated in
his jism and urine.
        Lying on the shower floor, Gareth felt totally content.  He couldn't
believe what he'd done, but he also couldn't believe that he hadn't done it
sooner.  He lay on the floor for some time in post-onanistic bliss before
deciding that he had to get up.  Before that, he scooped up the cum that had
struck his stomach with his right hand and fed it to himself, letting it
roll around in his mouth with his tongue before swallowing the load whole.
He had decided after all that the taste of cum was something he could
handle, especially now that he had accustomed himself to his own pee.
        Knowing it would do him no good to lounge around the house reeking
of urine, Gareth turned on the tap and let it warm up a bit before hitting
on the shower.  He coated himself with a thick lather of soap, making sure
to cover every inch of himself, including his balls and still semi-erect
penis, and then shampooed his hair to cleanse it of his own bodily fluid.
        Fully clean, Gareth stepped out of the shower and put his red shirt
back on, continuing to relax the rest of the day away in bottomless
splendor.  Stepping out of the steamy bathroom, Gareth decided that he was
definitely going to spend the rest of the day all by himself, possibly
discovering new kinks that would whet his 20-year-old sexual appetite.

(possibly tbc)