Date: Fri, 15 Feb 2002 01:55:38 -0000
From: Alex Huntington-Leigh <alex_huntingtonleigh@hotmail.com>
Subject: MacPherson and Wilkes - Part 1

DISCLAIMER

This story is fiction and is not trying to imply anything about the
sexuality of either Daniel MacPherson or Jonathon Wilkes.

'Neighbours' the TV programme and its characters are trademarks and
copyright of Grundy International.  'CIN' is copyright BBC Television.
'Godspell' is copyright Theatre Maximus.  No copyright infringement of the
above mentioned shows is intended.

If you are under 18 years old or do not like stories involving homosexual

activities please leave now.


MacPherson and Wilkes - Part 1


Daniel yawned.

The rehearsals for his new play 'Godspell' were dragging on, only him and
Jonathon Wilkes - with whom he alternated between the parts of Judas and
Jesus - shut up in that small room all afternoon, going through their lines
and the way they would play the parts.

He had started out casual, in jeans and his trademark ribbed top, but an
hour ago or two ago it had become increasingly hot.  A stressed PA had
whirled into the room and apologized, but said they'd been overhauling the
air conditioning, but something had gone wrong and now they couldn't keep
the temperature below 23 degrees celsius.

As luck would have it, the two of them had spent that morning being fitted
for their clothes - robes and loincloths.

Jonathon had laughed just a little too loudly when Daniel stuffed extra
tissue paper down his loincloth, but who would ever have suspected the
truth.  That he, Robbie Williams's flatmate and biggest confidante was gay!

How he'd had trouble in hiding this.  Robbie was always a 'lad' and Jonathon
had simply played along with this.  All those loose women he had fucked he
had never really cared for, they were just a useful release for his built up
tension.  He'd always imagined he was fucking Robbie, Bryan Westlife, Johnny
Shentall or some other hunk.

Heck, he'd seen Robbie in the nude enough.  Not only was Robbie unafraid of
showing off his thick 7" soft manhood by sometimes wandering around their
flat naked, but it was Jonathon's' job to undress and put-to-bed the
superstar when he was too pissed/stoned to do it himself.

Ahh, he remembered the time he had encouraged Robbie to take 2 of 'those'
pills they got from Elton's 'special friend'.  IT had completely knocked him
for six, and in a moment of carnal lust Jonathon had unzipped Robbie's'
trousers.

He had then proceeded to stroke the 'beast-within' through his boxers.  To
his surprise the phallus had started to rise.  Checking that Robbie *was*
actually out-of-it, he then quickly yanked the pants off.   The now 10" cock
sprung to attention.  The thick pubic hair surrounded it around the top,
while large, red-purple bollocks hung manfully below.

Although Jonathon was no expert, he could see that this tackle had seen some
hell of action in its time.

"My God, how long had Robbie been fucking?  He must have lost his virginity
at 12 or 13!"

Continuing to rub in circular motions the head of this massive cock, he
produced a large cherry-coloured hard-on.  Unbuttoning his own flies, he'd
started to rub his own massive hard-on, while slowly bending over.  He now
placed that Williams cock fully in his mouth.  Just the tip, he licked it
all over with his tongue, feeling the surface become increasingly hard.

Then using his other spare hand, he started to jack both his and Robbie's'
cocks in unison.

Soon, he could feel Robbie's cock start to quiver, the sack rising ready to
shoot its first, unknowingly, gay load.  Jonathon too reached climax as
Robbie spurted his large, thick load over Jonathon's exposed navel.

Ahh . . . he remembered every detail of that night.  And how he had asked
Robbie the next morning if he'd enjoyed the girl that they hadn't picked up
last night.  How surprised he was when Robbie replied

"I don't remember a thing about her, except she gave me the best fuck I've
ever had.  My dick is still horny!"

But back to the story . . .

"Daniels loincloth is adequately filled as it is!"

Jonathon thought as he stared at it in the shop.  But as Daniel looked up to
catch the reaction Jonathon would give to his prank, Jonathon thought he'd
been caught out, staring like that.  So he had put on the too false-a-laugh.



The first items that had come off that afternoon in the blazing heat were
jumpers.  The hot air coming from the vents had caused both actors to become
quite tetchy, and what with the late night Daniel had the previous evening,
tempers were becoming frayed.

He'd marched over to the window to let some cool air in, but become even
more wound up when he realised these were electronically controlled, and
thus immovable.

His well defined pecs showed through his light blue shirt, and Jonathon
feeling hot himself decided to take his off.

The green F.C.U.K. shirt underneath also belied the fact he'd been spending
much time at the gym lately.

As much of the production required them to be bare-chested, he had felt his
beer belly and ill-defined pecs would look simply awful next to the fit
torso he already knew from Neighbours.  So he'd been doing 4 hours per day,
for the last 3 months.  This had paid off, as he now had a physique similar
to Daniel.

Suddenly Jonathon had a simply amazing idea.

Giving the now calmer Daniel a flash of his famous dimpled smile, he
suggested that they do a dress rehearsal of their duologues.

He'd expected Daniel to laugh this idea off, but was pleasantly surprised
when he agreed

"Hey, it'll make it much easier when we come to the real thing, I'm for it!"

As were too polite to undress in front of each other, they agreed to get
changed with their backs to each other.

As he slipped off this shirt, Jonathon's gaze steered upwards, and he saw
something which made him say a little prayer to God.

It was one of those rounded security mirrors, which was in front of him,
pointing to the other side of the room where Daniel had just taken his
trousers off.

Whilst carrying on changing, he stared intently at Daniels arse.  As he was
bending over trying to take one of this socks off, his boxers had ridden up
his crack, giving Jonathon a fine cast of the rounded cheeks which lay
below.

Jonathon was transfixed by this sight.  He'd first caught a glimpse of
Daniels peachy arse on Children In Need night, when he'd stripped in 'Soap
Studs Bare All'.

This had been enough to give him an instant boner that whole evening, which
had climaxed in a freeze-frame slo-mo playback of him 'shakin his booty'.

Suddenly in an effort to pull one of his socks off, Daniel was spun round by
the force of his own tug.  His eyes met directly with Jonathon's' in the
mirror . . .

TO BE CONTINUED (If there is enough interest) . . .