Date: Thu, 21 Mar 2002 13:48:24 +0000
From: Mac Smith <muinimula@hotmail.com>
Subject: Sexy Stars At TOTP, Part 1

I don't know any of the celebrities in the story, and I don't know if
they are gay or anything. It's all in my imagination...but it's damn
hot!!!

Top Of The Pops is a registered programme of the BBC. I have nothing to
do with them, and these events didn't happen. This is my first time
writing a story, but I've tried my best to get them as sweaty as possible
- so enjoy!
.........................................

Robbie Williams was backstage at Top Of The Pops, ready to come out in
front of the crowd to perform another chart-topping single. The audience
of fans were cheering and waiting in anticipation of seeing the British
king of pop and hearing his amazing performance. Robbie had the power to
send anybody weak at the knees, and his voice could drive them wild. The
dressing room was quite large, and he stood, shirtless, looking at
himself in the mirror, preparing himself.

Normally he would do vocal exercises, or a few press-ups to work on his
muscular chest, but what he really needed was a fuck. The showbusiness
world was fully of gorgeous hunks, who he'd love to get in the sack. He
just had to get on with it, and approach one. He thought of all the
people he'd met at Top Of The Pops, and started to get hard: Ronan
Keating, the boys from Westlife and Blue, even the presenter, Jamie
Theakston. Robbie began stroking his hairy, muscular chest and moved his
hand down to his bulging pants. Stroking back and forth, he began moaning
and fantasising about the hunks he wanted to suck and fuck.

He was brought to an abrupt stop when there was a knock at the door. He
sorted himself out, so he looked presentable, chucked on a shirt and went
to the door. As he opened the door, he found himself looking at two
dreamy-eyed guys from the successful British boyband, A1.

"Alright guys?" said Robbie, gesturing to them to come in. He stood back,
and Mark and Christian entered the room.

"Not bad mate," said Mark, with a smile. "Just getting ready for our
performance. We heard you were here, and we realised we hadn't spoken to
you for ages. So we thought we'd come and see you!"

"Right well, d'you want a drink?"

"Please," said Christian, with that irresistible Nordic-American accent.
Robbie went over to his fridge, and opened a few bottles. He'd forgotten
his shirt was hanging open, and his jeans undone at the top. Passing the
bottles to the other guys, he said "So how's it going?"

Mark replied, "We're in rehearsals for our next tour, all going really
well..."

"When are you on?" asked Christian.

"Ten minutes, they said" said Robbie.

"You'd better get yourself ready. People will faint if you go out looking
like that!" laughed Christian. Robbie looked down and realised that his
hairy chest was visible, and laughed.

"They probably wouldn't concentrate on my singing!" he smiled.

"Not that you don't look good, mate," said Mark, with a wink. "You're in
really good shape."

"Cheers!" said Robbie, looking pleased. "Glad you think so - you guys
always look amazing..." Mark lifted up his shirt to reveal a tight
six-pack.

"We do try," he said.

"You are rock solid!" said Robbie, astounded. "Can I feel? How d'you get
it so hard?" He reached forward, and placed his hand on Mark's muscular
stomach, feeling the firm six-pack with his fingers. He didn't hear
Mark's response, but just gazed longingly at the Mark's firm abs, with a
tantalizing stroke of hairs down the centre. Robbie realised that he had
kept his hand there too long when he broke out of his trance.

"Rob!" shouted Christian. "Wow, you're really obsessed with Mark's
stomach!"

"No - it's just..." Robbie decided to take the plunge. "I've seen it in
your music videos and always wanted to see what it felt like..."

"Wow!" said Mark, slightly taken aback. "So you think I'm cute?"

"Well...yeah..." continued Robbie, trying to avoid eye contact. He looked
down at the floor, and didn't notice that Mark and Christian were
stroking each others thighs as they watched him. "You guys are gorgeous,
and I'm not that good at approaching guys, because everyone thinks I'm
attracted to supermodels." Robbie looked up, and raised his eyebrows in
surprise. Christian and Mark were leaning forward eagerly, rubbing each
others thighs and crotches, listening to Robbie's words.

"So...what would you want to do with us?" said Christian, almost growling
with anticipation.

"Well, I guess a kiss to start..." said Robbie, slightly nervously. Mark
leaned forward and kissed Robbie full and hard on the lips. Their tongues
twisted round each other, and they both moaned with pleasure. Robbie
pulled away and broke the kiss, only for Christian to lean in and kiss
him. Robbie and Christian's tongues swirled over each other, and there
was another moan. They pulled apart, and Robbie struggled for breath.
"And then..." he gasped, "A little more flesh..."

Mark and Christian smiled, with animal instincts in their eyes. Mark
stood up and peeled of the tight shirt he was wearing, to expose a
hard-trained-on chest and stomach. A trail of dark hair led from between
his hard nipples, down his six pack to just above his trouser buttons.
Meanwhile, Christian leant forward and pulled off Robbie's shirt exposing
Robbie's dark-haired chest and large tattooed arms, then rubbed Robbie's
crotch through his jeans. Robbie didn't know where to look; here he was,
being treated to every teenage girl's dream - and he knew what could be
in store...a hot fuck session with two of the sexiest boys on the pop
circuit.

Christian pulled of his own jumper and T-shirt to reveal a broad chest,
covered with dark blonde hairs. He kissed Robbie again, and then lowered
himself down to lick round Robbie's nipples. Robbie moaned as he looked
up into Mark's eyes. Mark stood above him, sexily undoing his combat
trousers and pulling them down, inch by inch. Robbie licked his lips as
he saw the tent in Mark's boxers. Robbie moaned uncontrollably as
Christian licked down to Robbie's stomach and navel. His hands reached
forward and massaged Christian's shoulders, while Christian started to
slip Robbie's jeans down. Mark stepped back to the door, and locked it -
they didn't want any interruptions.

After having teased Robbie, Mark pulled down his trousers to fully expose
the tent in his boxers. Christian manoevred Robbie's jeans down and
stared eagerly at Robbie's large bulging briefs. The blonk stud stood up
and teased Robbie as Mark had done, pulling down his waistband to reveal
a thicker trail of hair, then sliding the trousers down to release his
enormous bulge from its tight prison. The three all stared at each other,
with aggressive faces, and knew the time had come.

Christian lunged at Mark, grabbed him and threw him down on the sofa to
the side of Robbie. He kissed him passionately, and rubbed his hands all
over Mark's hard chest and stomach. Robbie whistled to them, and they
both looked up to see Robbie sliding down his briefs. Robbie's dark chest
hair trailed down to the waistband, and Robbie's 10in cock sprung out
enthusiastically. Robbie's hand reached down and stroked his shaft slowly
up and down. Christian's hands were holding Mark down in place, even
though he obviously wanted a piece of the action.

Robbie then reached out, pulled Christian towards him to kiss his
stomach, then pushed him down to lick his hard dick. Christian's blond
head bobbed up and down as he sucked for all his worth. The king of pop's
cock in his mouth. Mark stood up and removed his own boxers, releasing a
thick, hard 9in dick surrounded by dark hair. He stepped forward and
pulled Christian off Robbie's cock, forcing him to suck his own thick
shaft. Christian moaned acceptingly as he tasted the new dick, and his
lips closed over the head of Mark's cock.

"You like that, you little cocksucker?" laughed Robbie, but with a hint
of aggression in his voice. Robbie crouched down next to Christian and
started rubbing Christian's hairy stomach, and licking round his dark
nipples. Mark looked down at the pair on the floor, and gave a long moan
of pleasure. He pushed the back of Christian's head with his hand, and
forced the whole 9in into his mouth. Christian moaned at the sensation of
Robbie's tongue.

Robbie pulled away from Christian, and said strongly, "Boys, give me some
cock!" With that, Christian stood up, pulled down his own boxers, and his
hard 9in dick, surrounded by dark blonde hair, sprang out. Robbie
crouched down and took all of Christian's dick into his mouth in one go,
causing Christian to gasp. Mark walked round to behind Robbie, and
started fingering Robbie's hole. Robbie groaned as he sucked the
Norwegian's cock, and when Mark thought Rob was ready, he pulled him up
from a crouching position, and thrust his thick cock into Robbie's arse.

Robbie's shout of pleasure could probably have been heard by the audience
outside, but they didn't care. Mark thrust in and out of Robbie, and
sweat ran down over his hard muscles, glistening on his six-pack. Robbie
bucked forward and backward from Mark's thrusts, all the time sucking
Christian's cock. Soon, the two A1 boys were thrusting back and forth in
unison. Their cries of ecstasy grew until they were physically shouting.
Mark and Christian thrust for all their worth into Robbie, and Robbie's
moans grew. Their speed increased, and Mark started pounding Robbie's
arse as hard as he could. Christian and Mark looked into each others eyes
as they fucked Robbie, and both yelled as they came. Robbie did his best
to swallow all of the Norwegian's spunk, but some dribbled out the side
of his mouth, and ran down his chin. The three collapsed in a sweaty heap
on the floor, spent and exhausted.

"Wow guys! That was incredible!" gasped Robbie, short of breath. There
was a knock on the door, and a voice called in from outside.

"Mr Williams? Your stage is set - whenever you're ready!"

The three hunks laughed and enjoyed a final passionate kiss before
getting ready to go outside. The two boys from A1 walked out of the room,
and down the corridor without saying a word. Robbie smiled to himself,
checked himself once more in the mirror, and went out on stage.

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This series of stories could involve any music stars you like. So e-mail
me at muinimula@hotmail.com with any suggestions or comments. Hope to
hear from you!