Date: Tue, 30 Jun 2015 20:13:14 +0000 (UTC)
From: Chunky Chains <chunkychains@yahoo.com>
Subject: [Gay - Celebrity] Olly Helps Liam - 5

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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Right as Harry erupted inside Duncan, coating the hunk's innards with load
after load after load, the security buzzer rang. None of the men in the
lounge reacted, still too busy giving or receiving loads from each other to
notice. However, a second and more insistent buzz caught Louis's attention,
and he pulled back from sucking on Tom Fletcher's engorged cock.

"Just a sec" he said as he stood up and headed for the lobby, still
completely naked.  He spoke into the receiver. A minute later he saw the
lights of another car pull up outside Harry's house, and he peered through
the glass to check who it was. At that moment he felt a hand roughly tug on
his shoulder.  Tom had followed him from the lounge, unimpressed that his
blow job had been interrupted.

"Just open the fucking door and then get back to work" Tom gruffly said.

A little startled by Tom's unusual impatience, Louis did as instructed and
opened the front door a little, before turning round, getting back down on
his knees and resuming his servicing.

Zayn pushed the door open a little hesitantly, but when greeted by the
sight of Louis on his knees with a cock in his mouth he relaxed and went
into the lobby, shutting the door behind him.

"Evening cocksucker" he said to Louis, giving his former bandmate a little
slap on the cheek as he passed by. Louis grunted, but didn't stop his
sucking and slurping on Tom.

Zayn headed into the lounge, just as most of the fuckings were coming to an
end. He stopped a gawped at the sheer number of men in the room, and
particularly at how many of them were bottoming that night.

"Oi Styles" he barked over to Harry, "why the urgency when you've got so
many cumsluts here already?"

Harry turned and managed to smile, exhausted from the pounding he'd just
delivered to Duncan.

"Payne's upstairs" Harry replied. "With Niall." he added.

"Yeah, and...?" asked Zayn.

"Don't reckon they're gonna be coming back down again" said Harry. "All
loved up or something."

"Niall?!" Zayn said. "Seriously?"

"Yep" said Harry, coming over to Zayn. "You should have seen `em. Proper
into each other. It was quite sweet actually."

"Wow" said Zayn. "Never would have expected that."

"No" said Harry. His eyes narrowed a little as he took on a smirk. "And now
we've lost both of our favourite holes."

Zayn smiled and then stuck out his tongue. "You know mine's always
available" he said, turning around and playfully sticking out his bum at
Harry.

"Fucking hope so" said Harry. "Got a lot left in me tonight, so you better
be ready."

"Always" Zayn replied, sounding sincere.

Zayn pulled off his clothes while Harry watched, and then stepped closer to
the party's host. He put his tattooed hands on Harry's face and pulled him
in for a kiss, which Harry responded to a little hesitantly at first but
soon got into. Zayn then pulled away but continued to hold Harry's face.

"You're not about to go all Niall on me are you?" asked Harry.

"Haha, no" replied Zayn, smiling. "Just missed you, that's all."

"Yeah, me and my dick" said Harry, smiling back.

"Yep, that too" said Zayn.

Zayn pulled away from Harry and reached down to his trousers, pulling out a
packet of cigarettes and a lighter. Sparking up, he then wandered over to
the sofas to see just who had been getting pounded.

Meanwhile, in the utility room Matt was just reaching his climax, and with
one final deep thrust he exploded inside Dougie. Matt leaned back as he
unloaded inside his bandmate, and then collapsed backwards onto his arse,
his cock slipping out of Dougie.

"Fuck...me..." breathed Matt.

"Yeah..." said Dougie.

The two of them remained on the floor, before Dougie sat up and shuffled
forward towards Matt, feeling the cum leaking out of himself and onto the
floor as he did so. When he got closer Matt smiled at him, and then leaned
forward to kiss Dougie. They embraced for a minute or two, and then got up
and started to wipe themselves down with some towels from a laundry basket.

"Fuck man, even in the dark you are so hot" said Matt, who had stopped
cleaning himself off and was just watching Dougie.

"Yeah?" asked Dougie, looking up at him.

"Yeah" said Matt, gently.

Dougie straightened up and moved closer to his boyfriend. They wrapped
their arms around each other and kissed again. After a few minutes, their
mouths pulled apart and they rested their foreheads on each other.

"Whaddya say we go back and join the others?" asked Matt.

"Sure" said Dougie, smiling. "I'm about ready to do some more fucking."

"Cool" said Matt, but they didn't pull away from one another. In the dim
light of the room the just stayed face-to-face, looking into each other's
eyes and occasionally reaching a hand to each other's nipples, dicks, arses
or any other body parts they felt like running their fingers
over. Unsurprisingly, they both started to get hard again.

"Or we could just stay here?" Dougie said eventually.

"That works too" said Matt.

"But..." said Dougie, licking his lips.

"But what?" asked Matt.

"The thing is..." said Dougie.

"What's the thing?" asked Matt, smiling.

"Well, I feel like doing some fucking" said Dougie. "My dick, someone's
arse."

"Is that so?" said Matt. "Well, we'll just have to see what we can do about
that then, won't we?"

"Yeah?" said Dougie, a little surprised at what Matt appeared to be
agreeing to.

"Yeah" said Matt, reconnecting their mouths to kiss again.

"Cool" Dougie tried to say, muffled by Matt.

Back in the lounge, the bottoms were all wearily getting to their feet, cum
leaking out of their abused holes and their bodies covered in sweat. The
tops were mostly too exhausted to move from wherever they had collapsed
after orgasming, with the exception of the three Strictly dancers.

They had been taking it in turns to plunge into Harry Judd, and had all now
blown a load in his arse. The drummer had done most of the work as he went
into his now infamous cockhungry haze, so James, Pasha and Robin still had
plenty of energy left. Faced with the sight of the new arrival, they all
got hard quickly again and decided another trio tag-teaming was in order.

Pasha hopped off his chair and went over to Zayn, putting his arm around
him and leading him to the sofa that Lee, Tom Parker and Sam had just
vacated. Zayn grabbed an ashtray off the coffee table as they passed, and
then lay down on his back on the sofa. He plonked the ashtray on his
stomach, lifted his legs and then looked up at Pasha.

"Ready" he said, smiling.

Pasha kneeled down on the sofa, moving into position. Zayn raised up his
arse while Pasha rubbed some lube on his cock, which he then pointed at
Zayn's open hole.

"You good to go?" asked Pasha, not wanting to hurt the boy with an
unprepared entry.

"Yep" replied Zayn, "got four loads up there already."

Pasha needed no further encouragement, and plunged his cock into Zayn.

"Mmmmm" said Zayn, taking a long draw on his cigarette.

Pasha started to pound in and out of Zayn, who just lay on his back smoking
his cigarette and blowing smoke rings up at his fucker.

Robin and James stood beside them, stroking their cocks as they watched.

"Little slut" grunted James.

"Pound his hole" muttered Robin.

Gradually the others gathered round to watch, cigarettes and beers in one
hand while they used their other to stroke one another's cocks or cupping
one another's arses as they began to get ready for another round.  Pasha
ignored them all, increasing the speed of his pistoning in and out of Zayn
while the boy stubbed out his cigarette in the ashtray on his stomach
before lighting another.

A small yelp from the hallway caused some of the guys to turn around, only
to watch as Tom Fletcher slid his cock up Louis's arse. Louis was on his
hands and knees on the tile floor, not looking exactly comfortable as he
gritted his teeth and scrunched up his face.

"Yeah, fuck him Tom!" shouted Olly.

Louis started to pant as he grimaced from the pain, but Tom kept pushing
forward until he was fully buried inside Tomlinson.  He then started to
pull back and forth, causing Louis to grimace even more.

"Haha" shouted Olly, pleased to see Louis getting taken down a few more
pegs. "Not so fun now is it Tommy?"

Louis didn't respond, barely hearing the taunts has he focused on trying to
take the cock that was barrelling in and out of his previously virgin hole.

While Olly watched and guffawed at Louis's predicament, he felt a cock
prodding at his own hole. Not taking his eyes off what was going on in the
hall, he leant forward to allow whoever it was access, and in no time he
was getting fucked himself. He never looked round to see who was behind
him, nor who took over when his innards had been sprayed with yet another
load. He just stood there, bent over slightly as guy after guy fucked him,
all the while watching and laughing at Louis.

He took five loads in that position, before curiosity got the better of him
when a particularly thick cock slid up his hole. Looking round he was
pleased to see Harry Judd behind him.

"Mr Judd" said Olly, smiling back at him.

"Mr Murs" replied Harry, also smiling.

"Here was me thinking you were all bottom tonight" said Olly.

"You knows I gotta get me some of this fine ass" replied Harry, mocking a
ghetto accent.

"I surely do knows it" replied Olly, in a hammy attempt at a Southern
American accent.

They laughed at one another as the fuck continued, until eventually Harry
erupted inside Olly. When he slipped out Olly straightened up and turned
around, no longer as interested in Tom and Louis now that Tomlinson had
adjusted to the deep-ricking and had started to enjoy it.

Olly re-joined the rest of the gang crowded around the sofa, where James
Jordan was now at Zayn's rear end powering his cock through the copious
load Pasha had just deposited in there. Olly noticed some cum on Zayn's
face and chest as well, but looking around the men standing there he didn't
know who had just dumped it there as everyone looked horned up.

Olly then felt another hand on his arse, and looking round he saw Harry
Styles smirking at him.

"You ready for some more?" asked Harry.

"Sure thing" said Olly, turning round and bending over the coffee
table. Harry stepped round behind him and slipped his dick into the
cumsloppy hole. He held on to Olly's thighs, and started to fuck him slow
and deep.

"Oh yeah" said Olly. "Just like that."

The sexual heat in the room started to peak again, and men started to pair
off with one another while some of the tops waited their turn for a piece
of Zayn. Danny Jones took Sam Callahan over to a chair, bent him over and
slipped inside. Duncan and Simon encouraged a reluctant Max back over to
the other sofa to spit-roast the new bottom. Marvin picked Lee and took him
to the dining table, bending him over and slipping inside. Austin and Aston
were deep in a kiss, duelling with their tongues to work out which one of
them was going to be getting fucked. Dermot had Tom Parker down on his back
on the floor, and plunged inside without so much as a `how do you do'.

The room filled with the sounds of fucking as yet another group gang-bang
got underway. But the night was still young, Zayn was only just getting
started, and there was a lot more cum yet to spill...

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TO BE CONTINUED

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