Date: Sun, 28 Jun 2015 14:37:48 +0000 (UTC)
From: Chunky Chains <chunkychains@yahoo.com>
Subject: [Gay - Celebrity] Olly Helps Liam - 4

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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With one final thrust, Duncan unloaded inside Olly. At almost the same
moment, his bandmate Simon filled Olly's throat with his seed, gripping the
sides of the singer's head firm while he finished off. Olly was kind of
relieved, as the two Blue members had been giving him quite a rough
spit-roasting towards the end. However, as always, his mind started to turn
to who might be next.

Simon and Duncan slipped their cocks out of Olly, and headed over to the
sofa next to Max to collapse. Olly groaned slightly as he stood up straight
for the first time in a while, which is when he noticed that Liam and Niall
had disappeared from the room. `Good on them' he thought, glad his
volunteering for a gangbanging had actually helped.

Olly turned towards the other sofa, where Austin, Anthony and Aston were
wedged together quite tightly as they fucked their chosen bottoms. This
meant Olly couldn't see who the lucky guys were on the receiving end, so he
wandered round to the side to get a better angle. He wasn't surprised to
see Lee and Tom Parker there, but the sight of Sam Callahan taking a
pounding was more interesting. Olly had always thought that Sam might
eventually end up getting his cherry popped, but had someone like Simon
Cowell or Dermot O'Leary down as the likely deflowerer.

Sam had his forehead resting on the back of the sofa, his eyes shut and
light whimpers emanating from his mouth. However, there was no look of pain
on his face, and Olly guessed that the boy was somewhere between confusion
and outright pleasure. He'd experienced much the same himself when Danyl
Johnson had fucked him for the first time during the X Factor Judges'
Houses trip to LA.

Olly watched for a short while, before he felt a hand cupping his
buttocks. Looking over his shoulder he saw Danny Jones standing behind him
and smirking.

"Ready for some more, Mr Murs?" asked Danny.

Olly just smiled at him, and pushed his bottom back. Danny's hand moved
into the crevice of his arse and a finger slipped into Olly's hole,
garnering a hum of pleasure that only intensified as Danny started to probe
back and forth.

"Wow, Duncan's left you gaping" said Danny. "No point in beating about this
particular bush."

Danny removed his hand, stepped forward and bent his knees slightly to get
his erect cock into position. He then straightened up, allowing his penis
to penetrate and slide into Olly's well-used hole.

"Oh yeah" said Olly, "all the way in mate."

Danny's pubes pressed against Olly's bottom, and the two held in position
for a short while so that both could savour the feeling. Olly's hole fit
Danny's cock like a glove, and every time they met up for a fuck they
always liked to just enjoy the perfect pairing of pole and hole.

Eventually Danny started to slide in and out, and soon pushed Olly over to
lean on the side of the sofa so that he had better access. Danny could be a
rough fucker if the mood took him, but tonight he felt like just giving
Olly a firm but pleasurable shafting that they would both enjoy.

"Oooooh" moaned Olly, "so good mate. Right there. Keep doing what you're
doing right there."

Danny smiled, and gave Olly's arse cheeks a playful slap as he pushed back
and forth.

"You like that Murs?" he asked.

"Yeeeeaaahhhh" moaned Olly, lifting up one of his arms to rub his own chest
while he supported himself with the other. "So goooood."

Danny and Olly settled in for a nice long fuck. Tom Fletcher, however, was
now feeling a bit left out. Before Danny had got up to start his session
with Olly, the two of them had been wanting together while they watched all
the action going on around them. Tom now wanted in on it as well, but there
didn't seem to be anywhere for him to get some relief. Duncan, Simon and
Max were all on the sofa looking completely spent, whilst the two
spit-roastings on the other sofa had those guys pretty much occupied. He
toyed with going over and turning Sam's deflowering into a spit-roast, but
it looked a bit cramped between Marvin and Dermot. He had no idea where
Matt and Dougie were, but suspected their not-so-well-hidden relationship
was being explored somewhere again.

Tom then noticed Louis was still standing over by the music station slowly
jerking his cock, and decided it was time to get him involved. Tom hoisted
himself off the sofa, and wandered over to Louis. Their eyes met as he
approached, and they stayed in eye contact right until Tom reached out and
grabbed Louis's cock.

"You not joining in" asked Tom, as he gripped the rod and rubbed it a
couple of times.

"Er...Zayn's on the way" stammered Louis.

"Cool" replied Tom, licking his lips at the prospect. "How's about we get
warmed up first?"

"Er...OK" said Louis, not sounding entirely certain. "Wha...what did you
have in mind?"

Tom didn't reply, but just winked at Louis. He then moved his hands up on
to Louis's shoulders and applied some pressure, clearly meaning for Louis
to descend. Louis did not respond at first, but eventually looked down with
a defeated expression on his face and started to bend his knees. He
squatted down in front of Tom, until he was faced with Fletcher's erect
cock. He looked at it briefly, and then slowly leaned forward, opened his
mouth and took it in.

"Mmmmm" moaned Tom, "there you go."

Louis hesitantly sucked the cock a few times, before repositioning himself
onto his knees. He then started a more enthusiastic bobbing back and forth
on Tom's dick, as Tom rested his hands on Louis's shoulders. Tom closed his
eyes, his face adorned with a satisfied smile as he got serviced.

Harry Styles was still just enjoying all the action going on his house,
wandering from place to place to watch as some of the most well-known faces
in British pop did things that would appal many of their fans. This was
actually what he found most appealing about what they all got up to, and
was why he so regularly liked to host his bandmates and anyone else who
cared to join. Life in One Direction was stifling, especially for someone
like Harry who regarded himself as more of a rock fan, but he managed to
find outlets for his rebellious streak through his tattooist's needle and
his friends' wanton sluttiness.

Harry eventually decided it was time for him to get involved, as all the
action had turned him on sufficiently to quell his heterosexuality for a
bit. As host, there was an unwritten rule that he could pick out whoever he
wanted to service him, and tonight he had his eyes on one guy. Harry walked
over to the sofa where three hunks were recovering. As he approached, a
gleam in his eye and a hunter's look on his face, the three men looked up
at him uncertainly. They knew the time had come for Harry to take his
payment for hosting, so now it was just a question of which one of them
would be taking it for the team.

Harry stood in front of the three men, and toyed with them by darting his
eyes back and forth between them, licking his lips each time. He raised his
hands as though to point.

"Eenie meanie mini mo, which of you three shall be my ho?" said Harry, his
hand gesturing between the three hunks. Eventually he stopped when pointing
at Duncan.  "You're it" said Harry, smirking evilly.

Duncan sighed and closed his eyes. Simon padded him on his thigh, friend to
friend, while Max breathed out deeply at the relief of not being picked.

Harry reached out his hand, which Duncan reluctantly took so that he could
be helped to his feet. His bulging, ripped torso looked enormous next to
Harry's slender frame, but his sagging shoulders made it clear to anyone
watching who was in charge here.

"In position, solder" said Harry, pointing down to the floor.

Duncan got down on his knees, and took Harry's penis into his mouth. This
he was fine with, and he got on with an expert blowjob. Max and Simon
watched him do what he did best, finding themselves increasingly turned on
by the sight of such a handsome, muscled guy servicing a twink like Harry.

After a short while Harry pulled himself back to remove his cock from
Duncan's mouth.  "OK soldier, time for part two" barked Harry, looking
expectantly at Duncan.  The Blue singer sighed again, before turning around
on his knees and then bending on to all fours. Harry smiled, but then
looked up at Max and Simon.

"Well" he said, "don't just sit there! Get down here and get him ready."

Max and Simon were reluctant at first, but a stern look from Harry got them
shuffling forward on the sofa so that they could kneel down on the floor
too. Max was a little uncertain about what he was supposed to be doing, but
Simon headed for Duncan's back end, leaned over and started to lick his
hole. Duncan moaned, his head now hanging down next to Max.

"Soldier, attend to that Mancunian arse" barked Harry.

Max looked at Harry with wide eyes, and then down to meet Duncan's eyes.

"You heard him" said Duncan. "Turn around and bend over."

Max paused, but then shuffled round so that his arse was by Duncan's
head. He leaned forward on to the sofa, exposing his behind. Duncan leaned
forward a little, and then stuck out his tongue to begin rimming Max. A
moan emanated from the Mancunian at this, as until that point the
shaven-headed singer had never been rimmed.

The rimming daisy-chain continued for a while, with Harry standing over
them gently stroking his penis while he watched. After their initial
hesitation, all three men got into what they were doing, particularly
Max. His moaning never subsided as Duncan's tongue probed his hole, and he
had even started to push himself back to try to get it in deeper.  This is
what Harry had been waiting for.

"Right, that's enough" he barked. "Simon, time for you to fuck that
Mancunian while I get take my prize right here."

Harry dropped to his knees behind Duncan, lubed up his dick and pushed it
in.  Duncan grunted at the entry, but otherwise stayed quiet as he was
fucked for the first time in a year. Max was still on the sofa, seemingly
having not heard or understood what Harry had just instructed Simon to do
to him, but as he felt Duncan's tongue disappear and a rougher hand touch
his right bum cheek, he suddenly came to.

"Woah" he said, pushing forward as he turned his head to look at Simon. "I
don't know about this!"

Simon smiled at him, as he leaned forward to cup his hand round Max's thigh
to pull him back towards him. "You heard the man. I'm just following
orders."

Simon moved so he was straddling Duncan's head, lined up his cock to Max's
hole and began to push in. Max moaned in protest, but Simon didn't let up
on the pushing until he was completely buried inside. He paused briefly,
and then began to fuck back and forth, his thick black cock pistoning in
and out of Max's pasty white hole.

"Oh yeah" said Harry, slamming into Duncan. "This is what I like. Tops to
bottoms. Oh yeah."

The orgy in the lounge was now at full-pelt. Harry Judd, Tom Parker, Sam,
Lee, Duncan and Max were all getting fucked. Louis was on his knees with a
cock in his mouth. Just a short distance away Dougie was now on his back on
the floor of the utility room, Matt fucking him even more relentlessly.

Yet upstairs things could not have been more different.

Liam was lying on Niall, the two of them locked in a deep kiss. Niall's
hands were on Liam's back, curling occasionally to gently scratch at his
lover. The Irishman's legs were raised, and Liam had his cock buried to the
hilt inside the boy. Liam was gently thrusting back and forth, bringing
both guys huge amounts of pleasure as he rubbed against Niall's
prostate. Partly stifled by their deep kissing, their moans were gentle but
perfectly in sync.

Liam eventually pulled up a little to break their kiss, propping himself up
on straight arms so that he could look down at Niall's face while they made
love. Their eyes locked together, but they could still make out the
expressions on each other's face. Liam, straining slightly from the
exertion of fucking, was dripping sweat onto the body below him. Niall's
face jumped a little with each forward thrust, the corners of his mouth
curling into the beginnings of a smile every time.  Neither said a word,
and now that they were no longer kissing the moans had been replaced by
their deep breathing.

Niall could no longer hear the sounds from downstairs or the leaves
outside. The world started and ended in this bed. All he could see, hear,
taste, smell or feel was Liam. Inside him, on top of him, all over him. The
pleasure was indescribable, but the sense of relief, of things being
finally the way they should be, was even greater.

Their lovemaking went on for over an hour. Every time he felt he was
getting close to the edge, Liam would stop thrusting and settle himself
down on top of Niall again to kiss his lover, eager to make this last as
long as possible. But eventually he allowed a rising orgasm to keep going,
and he started to thrust into Niall just that little bit harder. Sensing
the change, Niall also let himself go, relaxing into the pleasure that was
radiating from Liam's cock inside him. He started to whimper a little as he
felt the thrusts get harder and deeper, the rubbing of his prostate pushing
him over the edge.

Niall's back suddenly arched a little, and he felt himself start to
cum. This was too much for Liam, who started bucking in and out of Niall
much harder. Right as Niall started to spray their torsos with his cum,
Liam yelled out as he started to cum. He collapsed forward onto Niall, his
head landing on the mattress beside Niall's as his body convulsed, load
after load pouring out of him and into his lover.

Both young men were breathing fast and deep, but as they came down from
their orgasms they calmed. Niall put his arms around Liam and hugged him
tightly, turning his head to kiss at the nape of his neck. Liam had become
like a dead weight on him, no longer trying to support himself and instead
just lying on the Irishman, exhausted. Liam's softening cock slipped out of
Niall, who allowed his legs to drop down from their raised position right
as Liam finally pushed himself up on his hands again.

Liam raised his head up to face Niall, sweat still dripping off him and
onto the man below him. The two gazed at one another for what seemed like a
blissful eternity, before Liam leaned forward and pressed his lips to
Niall's. They gently kissed for a few minutes, and then Liam shifted
position so that he moved down Niall's body a bit. He lay down again, this
time so that his head was resting its side on Niall's chest, and Niall put
his arm round the boy.

"I love you" Liam whispered.

"I love you too" Niall whispered back.

They lay together for a few minutes, Liam enjoying the feeling of Niall's
chest rising and falling as he breathed. Niall stroked the top of Liam's
head, running his fingers through his lover's hair and occasionally down
the stubble on his face. Sighing contentedly, they both gradually drifted
off to sleep, lulled by the sound of each other and the wind outside.

For the rest of the night they were either asleep or making love. Niall
showed Liam how tender he could be as a top, and Liam revelled in finally
being able to use his talents as a bottom to express his love for another
man.  The fucked in every position possible, but never left the bed and
never left one another's arms.  When the sky outside finally started to get
light again the two lovers were spent, sleeping deeply and peacefully
together as the first day of the rest of their lives dawned.

Downstairs, however, there was no sleep being had by anyone, and dawn was
still a long, long way off...

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TO BE CONTINUED

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