Date: Mon, 25 Feb 2013 01:08:09 -0400
From: Tristan Chaulk <lordgagaxox@gmail.com>
Subject: palm-springs-has-me-sprung-1

This is my first Nifty story. You?re welcome to e-mail me anytime at
lordgagaxox@gmail.com if you want to leave feedback. :)

DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN ANY RIGHTS TO THE CELEBRITIES MENTIONED IN THIS
STORY. THIS IS PURELY FICTION. THIS DOES NOT IMPLY THE TRUE SEXUALITIES OF
ANY CELEBRITIES MENTIONED IN THE STORY. IF YOU ARE NOT 18 OR DO NOT HAVE
PERMISSION TO VIEW THIS CONTENT, PLEASE EXIT NOW.

Other than that, please enjoy the first installment of Palm Spring Has Me
Sprung. :)

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	My phone quietly rang on my left thigh. I looked at the caller ID
and was shocked at what I saw. I looked over to my friends and showed them
the name on the screen.
       It read: "Zayn Malik".
       I didn't react as quick as I should have, so my fellow Directioner
pressed answer for me.
       "Hello, is this Jason?" he asked in his sexy British born accent.
       "Ahem- uh, yeah. Who is this?" I obviously knew this was Zayn. How
couldn't I? His sweet voice was echoing in my ear each and every time he
spoke.
       "This is Zayn Malik. I would like to invite you to Palm Springs this
weekend for a da- erm...  Interview... Of sorts," he replied, once again
causing a stir in my already semi-hard crotch.
       "I'm there," I said, cutting straight to the point. I wasn't, under
any circumstances, going to turn down an "interview" with Zayn Malik of my
most adored boy-band. In addition to that fact, it was PALM SPRINGS.  PALM.
FUCKING. SPRINGS. How could anyone pass up an offer like that?
       It seemed to be forever until Friday rolled around. I couldn't bear
waiting anymore. As soon as I got home, I packed all of my things. My
mother and father would questionable about as to where I was going, so I
explained to them this once in a lifetime opportunity. They weren't going
to allow me to go, so I gave them the speech I longed to for a long time. I
told them I was my own person, and they couldn't tell me what to do
anymore. While I was only 16, they didn't say anything after the words I
had spoken.  So, I up and left, taking my new car to the Halifax
airport. Being Canadian, it was an exciting adventure for me to be
traveling all the way to Palm Springs. For free at that! God bless you,
Zayn Malik.
	It took me an hour to reach the airport, and when I arrived I was
surprised to see a valet waiting for me. He briskly took my car keys and
drove my car into the portion of the airport where planes actually take
off. I was guessing Zayn knew I would probably be making a more "permanent?
stay with him and his fellow band mates of One Direction. Good thing I
packed everything there had been in my room. As well, that I have a massive
trunk and excess backseat space to fit everything.
	I approached the service counter of the airport and told them my
name, also handing the kind man at the desk my passport. After all the
registration and processing was done, I was confused as the man pointed to
the door boarding the plane. My plane wasn't set to depart for another 2
hours? Oh my.
	As I boarded the plane, I realized the situation. Zayn was standing
in the walkway of the plane, with his 4 fellow mates standing behind him. I
dropped to my knees and cried in utter joy. ONE DIRECTION WAS STANDING
DIRECTLY IN FRONT OF ME. I texted my friends swiftly, telling them what was
happening along with a picture of me and the boys. I wasn't surprised to
have received an excess of 30+ texts mere minutes later, all saying; "OMG
THAT IS FUCKING CRAZY GET ME SOMETHING AUTOGRAPHED PLEASE I LOVE YOU. TELL
ME HOW IT GOES. TELL ME HOW SOFT THEIR HAIR IS. TELL THEM MY NAME. GET THEM
TO FOLLOW ME ON TWITTER." Not exactly in that order.
	I ignored the fact of how bad I wanted to text them back, seeing as
the 5 boys were standing in front of me with sexy smirks on their faces.
	"Well, Jason. We have a 24 hours flight ahead of us. Might as well
have a little fun," Niall said to me. I couldn't believe he had actually
spoken to me. He really did have the most adorable accent of the five,
admittedly.
	"What do you have in mind?" I asked.
	With that, all five boys no more than pounced onto my slim body. I
felt their hands all over me, in places I longed for them to explore. Harry
had his lips sucking on my left earlobe, Louis working on the other. Niall
was buried in my neck, kissing and biting with all he had. I was beginning
to sport a rock hard erection of my 6.5 inches. I longed for my prized boy
to release it for me.
	Liam was behind me rubbing his hardness against my virgin asshole.
What better than to be bred for the first time by his alleged 10.2 inches.
I couldn't wait to feel him inside me.
	Finally, my boy Zayn unbuttoned my corduroy pants and ripped them
off. I didn't care, as long as he got the prize that was my throbbing cock.
He tugged on the waistband, looking up at me with a questioning smirk. I
pulled him up to my face and kissed him long and hard. I felt his hardness
press against my own as we made out for a good ten minutes. The other
realized how into him and I were getting, and allowed us some space for the
given time. They went into the back part of the plane, but, I swore I heard
muffled moans of a threesome perhaps. I would ask them how that went later.
	Zayn broke the kiss suddenly, pulling off my shirt as well as his,
getting us both completely naked. The head of his cock poked at mine as he
walked forward and began attacking my mouth with his tongue again. He then
moved away from my mouth and nibbled at all the parts the other men had
turned me on with before. This was a feeling of ecstasy. He began getting
lower, finally reaching the prize.
	He pushed me back onto the pull-out bed I hadn't noticed was
existent before. The other men must have put it out for us. Gentlemen.
	He wrapped his perfect lips around the head of my cock, swirling
his tongue around the sensitive part. This caused me to moan exceptionally
loud, causing the boys in the other room to listen intensively. I rubbed my
fingers through his black hair, pushing his head all the way down on my
member. He gagged a few times, but slowly began comfortable with
deep-throating me. I was in a state of awe.
	I pulled out of his mouth and said; "Let's 69."
	He then flipped around so his member was above me, and began his
relentless assault on my cock once again. I first took in the true beauty
of his cock. It had to be a full 8.5 inches, nothing like what people in
the fandom said. It had a slight upward curve, making me drool with
excitement to have it abuse my insides later. I took it in my mouth in a
swift movement, closing my throat around the head.  Zayn pulled off of my
cock and moaned loudly.
	"Fuck Jason, ahhhh. Keep that up and I'll be blowing any minute,"
he said lustfully. He was enjoying this as much as I'd hoped he would.
	I did as he had stated, and kept relaxing my throat around his
cock. I knew I was close to the peak, so I pulled off and said: "Zayn,
let's cum together."
	We both closed our throats around each others member, and the flow
started. I felt 10 spurts of his hot cum hit my throat, as I swallowed 9
and kept the last to share. He seemed to have done the same, as he brought
his face to mine and we shared the remains of the feast we both had. It was
the best experience of my life to be kissing Zayn Malik, sharing the cum we
had both just shot.
	After it ended, we lay there in the bed, myself cradled into his
body so that his now flaccid penis was against my back.
	Before we fell asleep, I heard Zayn say; "Jason, that was perfect.
I've never shot so much in my life. This is going to be a regular thing
with us. Hell, I hope we become a couple."
	At that, a tear dripped down my face. When Zayn saw this, he tilted
my face towards his, wiping away the tear and planting a gentle kiss on my
lips.
	I retaliated by saying: "I love you already."

I hope you enjoyed the first installment! There will be many more to come,
as long as you all like it.

Remember, send me feedback at lordgagaxox@gmail.com :)