Date: Mon, 22 Jun 2015 15:54:50 +0000 (UTC)
From: Chunky Chains <chunkychains@yahoo.com>
Subject: Olly Helps Liam - 2

This story is about male/male relationships and contains graphic
descriptions of sex.

You should not read this story if it is in any way illegal due to your age
or residence.

This is a work of pure fiction. It mixes fictional characters and events
with real people. However any real person mentioned in this work is purely
an actor playing a part. This story in no way is meant to imply anything
about the sexuality, personality, or behaviour of the actual person.

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Harry Styles opened his front door, greeted his new guests and then
directed them into the lounge. As they entered, Olly Murs gave them a big
grin, happy to see yet more of his regular fuckbuddies joining the
party. Harry Judd raised his beer and gave an acknowledging nod, but Liam
remained on the sofa facing away from them with Niall pounding away at him,
seemingly unconcerned with who had just walked in.

The new arrivals included all four boys from Blue, Aston and Marvin from
JLS, and a group of former X Factor contestants made up of Scott Bruton,
Austin Drage and Sam Callahan. Harry watched them all go into the lounge,
and was about to close the door when someone outside shouted "hold
up!". Harry re-opened the door, and grinned as Robin Windsor, James Jordan
and Pasha Kovalev from Strictly jogged in to his lobby.

"We heard Judd's here" said James, a little breathlessly.

"Yep, he's through there" replied Harry, his grin only getting wider.

"Cool" said Robin, licking his lips. The three of them hadn't had fucked
Harry Judd since he had a been a contestant on Strictly nearly four years
earlier. From the start of the series through to Harry's triumph at the
end, they had regularly ploughed him in the dance rehearsal studios during
the week and backstage at the BBC on the Saturdays. Week 5 had been
particularly good, when the boys from The Wanted took a break from loading
Tom Parker's holes after their live performance and joined the dancers in
Harry's dressing room for a long session.

Once the dancers were all in, Harry Styles stuck his head outside to check
there were no more stragglers before closing the front door and wandering
back into the lounge. Harry Judd was still sitting on the sofa, looking a
little like a rabbit in headlights now that the Strictly gang had turned
up, whilst Olly was standing up and greeting everyone else warmly. Niall,
meanwhile, was still behind Liam, pounding away ferociously and sweating
profusely.

"Oi, Nialler" shouted Max, "you gonna give anyone else a turn or what?"

"One...more...minute..." Niall gasped, his face reddening as he increased
the pace of his thrusts yet further. "Nearly...there..." Liam started to
moan as Niall neared his climax, a pool of sweat starting to gather on the
sofa cushions as it dripped off his face.

"Ahhhh" shouted Niall, suddenly thrusting forward so hard that he pushed
Liam down onto his stomach. "Fucking take it!".  Niall exploded into Liam,
and then collapsed forward onto his bandmate's back while his cock kept
throbbing. The pair of them lay there panting and soaked in sweat, while
the other guys all gave them a rousing cheer.

The new arrivals began to strip out of their clothes until all but Lee Ryan
were stark naked. Lee remained in a navy blue jockstrap, and when he bent
over to pick up his jeans some of the guys noticed his arse and thighs were
flecked with white. Harry Styles went over to investigate, rubbing Lee's
bare backside and poking in a little with his fingers. He then lifted his
hand to his nose, sniffed, and loudly declared "cum!".

All eyes turned to Duncan, who smirked coyly, nodded and said "guilty. I
was buried to the hilt when you guys called."

Lee was flushing red, still not totally used to other people knowing that
he and Duncan were together.

"He should be nice and ready if we need another bottom" declared Duncan,
which elicited a cheer from everyone else. Lee shot him a look, but said
nothing. He had known this was on the cards for tonight based on Duncan's
mood, but he still felt a little sting of betrayal whenever the man who was
so tender with him in private offered him up like a platter of
canapés.

The tops, newly energised by the extra guests, started to gather around Tom
Parker, Olly, Harry Judd and Lee. Hands were going everywhere, fingers were
inspecting cum-laden arseholes, cocks were grinding against all and sundry,
but over on the sofa Niall and Liam were still joined together. Both had
recovered their breathing, and Niall had started to gently nuzzle and kiss
Liam's neck. He usually reserved this sort of tenderness for when it was
just the two of them together, but on this night he felt at ease,
comfortable in his growing feelings for his bandmate, and unashamed to show
it.

"Oi, lovebirds!" Max eventually shouted. "Enough with the smooching, it's
time for some fucking!"

"I love you" Niall whispered almost silently into Liam's neck, before
pushing himself up and off his friend. Liam lay briefly stunned by what he
thought he'd heard, and then pushed himself back up on to his hands and
knees as Max approached. The shaven Mancunian knelt down behind him, spat
into his hand, rubbed it on his cock and then pushed in. He gripped Liam's
buttocks and started to pound back and forth.

Niall looked on, trying to feel as turned on as he knew he was meant to,
but the magnitude of what he'd quietly admitted to his friend was hitting
him. He had just told Liam he loved him. Niall wasn't even sure he knew
that himself before, but having whispered it to his friend he knew it was
true. He loved Liam, and he was hating watching someone else fucking him
just seconds after he'd admitted it. Niall suddenly felt anger brewing up
inside of him and was about to pull Max back off Liam when he heard a soft
moan from his friend. The anger dissipated, and all Niall wanted at that
moment was to comfort the man he loved.

He walked round to the other end of the sofa, sat down and slid sideways so
that his lap was under Liam's face. Liam had been looking down while he got
shafted by Max, but he slowly raised his head and looked in Niall's
eyes. They gazed at one another for a few seconds, and then Niall leaned
forward and gently pressed his lips to Liam's. The kiss was short, not
least because Max's pounding made it hard to accomplish, but both men knew
what it meant. They pulled apart, and after another few seconds of gazing
at one another Liam slowly dropped and turned his head, resting on Niall's
lap and closing his eyes.

Olly watched Liam and Niall from the middle of the room, while his arse was
being probed by Duncan's fingers and his own hands were gently wanking off
Anthony and Simon. Despite how busy he was with the three men, his
attention was entirely on his 1D friends on the sofa. He continued to gaze
at them, until Niall looked up and made eye contact with him. Olly smiled
and nodded at the Irishman, who he could see had tears in his eyes. Niall
smiled back, and then looked back down at Liam. Olly knew then that he had
to help them get through the evening and this meant only one thing:
Cumwhore Olly was going to have to take over.

"Duncan, mate, quit fingering me and get on with the fucking!" he
shouted. "You two, get those cocks in my mouth!" he then barked at Simon
and Anthony, bending forwards in readiness for a very Blue gang bang.  The
three men wasted in no time in following his orders, and within a minute
Olly was full of cock at both ends. There were cheers from some of the
other guys as the power bottom from Essex got just what he was after.

Harry Judd had been encircled by the Strictly dancers, and by this point
was on his knees going from one to the other with his talented mouth. He
had missed these guys, but for some reason had not called any of them to
have another tryst since the series ended. He was glad they had showed up,
even if their initial arrival had been a bit of a surprise, and he was
looking forward to the rest of the evening a lot more now than he had been.

Lee Ryan and Tom Parker, meanwhile, had both knelt down on the other sofa
so that their arses were hanging off one side while their heads were over
the back. This was the perfect position for spit-roasting, and that was
just what the rest of the guys were preparing for them. Dermot took up
position at Lee's mouth whilst Marvin stood next to him in front of
Tom. The two bottoms opened wide, and the men slid their cocks in and down
their throats. Facing them on the other side of the sofa, Aston and Austin
were readying themselves behind Tom and Lee respectively, and once lubed up
they pushed forward to skewer the two bottoms. Tom and Lee both moaned
around the cocks in their throats, enjoying the sensations even if it was a
little humiliating to be so used in front of others.

The room filled with the sounds of fucking and sucking. Scott, Tom
Fletcher, Dougie and Danny had all sat themselves down in chairs or on the
floor, and were stroking their members watching it all going on. Sam was
wandering around the room, getting close-up views of each pairing while
occasionally giving the bottoms a slap on their arses.

However, Harry Styles and Louis were just leaning against the sideboard
over by the music centre, gently sipping beers while they looked across the
room at their bandmates. Niall was gazing down at Liam, gently stroking his
head while Max pounded him from behind, and occasionally the Irishman
leaned forward to whisper in Liam's ear.

"Louis, mate" said Harry eventually, "I think we've got ourselves a
situation."

"Yeah" said Louis quietly.

They stared for a bit longer, before Harry turned to his bandmate with a
determined look on his face. "I'm calling Zayn."

Louis grinned, and took a sip of his beer. No matter how much bad blood
there was between them, he knew Zayn would not turn down an opportunity to
get in on this action. It was going to be a long and fun night...

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TO BE CONTINUED

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