Date: Tue, 11 Oct 2011 16:28:45 +0100
From: Ashley M. <mryouknowwho2008@hotmail.co.uk>
Subject: Strictly 2011

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction and is not supposed to imply anything
about the celebrities and characters mentioned or their sexuality. I
repeat, this is completely fictional and never did or will happen. This
story contains scenes of a homosexual nature, if you are not of the legal
age to view this material then please leave. Feedback is always welcomed at
mryouknowwho2008@hotmail.co.uk

Also, I'm British and it's a British show so any Americans will have to put
up with the English words and phrases. Just so you've been made aware.


Strictly 2011


It had been a good start for Harry Judd from McFly and his professional
partner Aliona Vilani. They had consistently good scores from the judges
and had been an easy vote through for the public. Harry had been told he
could dance which, on a dancing show, was some of the highest praise he
could be given. It was only week three though and he was already getting
frustrated that every week was a new dance.

He'd been in McFly for years and was used to learning new songs but he
never had to learn a new song every week. Here he was, being thrown into
something that was brand new to him; after all he was just the drummer and
so never really came out from behind his instrument.

Aliona was a good teacher and was pushing him well, even if he did consider
it a bit too hard at times. The other guys from McFly had come to visit him
the week before and of course every week two of them were sat front row to
see him dance. When they visited Aliona had tried to teach the other three
boys to dance but it seemed Harry was the only one who could dance or was
taking it seriously.

Sure the boys had given him a hard time about wearing the outfits that they
always had to wear on Strictly. It was easier for the women, Harry thought,
because they knew that they'd have to wear those dresses. Men never put a
second thought into what they would have to wear and sometimes those tight
clothes and revealing shirts were a bit awkward.

Harry wasn't against showing off his body, he had toned up recently and
looked better than some of the professionals, but it was awkward wearing
those bright colours and strange clothes. Nudity he was fine with but camp
clothes were a completely different matter.

Harry was in the gym working on his routine for the next week. He liked
practicing in the gym because he felt more comfortable in his grey
tracksuit bottoms and t-shirt. Aliona had disappeared after getting a phone
call and telling him that she "had to take it." Harry was going through the
steps feeling a bit uncomfortable that he'd have to be doing Broadway next
week. He was a musician but not a show tunes kind of guy.

He was halfway through a difficult step and turn combination when the door
opened. He expected Aliona to be stood in the doorway with a disapproving
look on her face, telling him that he was clearly doing it wrong. She
wasn't mean but she didn't particularly have a way with words. But it
wasn't Aliona.

Robbie Savage stood in the doorway, his blonde hair hanging loosely. He was
carrying his training bag over one shoulder which he threw into one corner
when Harry noticed him.

"Practicing for your Broadway routine?" Robbie said as he sat down on a
nearby bench and began re-lacing his shoes.

"Yeah, Aliona's got me working pretty hard. It's a difficult routine and I
just don't think I'm going to get it." Harry was in a better position than
Robbie was. Robbie came from a footballing background and was not
particularly graceful and elegant by nature. He'd received contrasting
scores, the first week doing badly and then the second week doing
considerably better.

"At least you've got some rhythm." Robbie got to his feet and began to
stretch. Harry realised now that he had run over his allotted time to be in
the gym.

"I'll be out of your way in a second." Harry told him.

"Oh it's okay, Ola's running late anyway." Harry was about to say something
when he looked over and saw Robbie, facing away from him, bent over and
touching his toes. His blue tracksuit bottoms really emphasised Robbie's
arse. Harry couldn't take his eyes off of the blonde stud's beautiful round
arse.

He'd never felt this way about a guy before. Well he had a few times but
never as intensely as this. He'd liked a few guys before and was
comfortable in himself to say that a guy was good looking or handsome but
this was the first time he'd ever wanted to run his hands all over Robbie's
toned frame.

"Harry?" His attention was snapped back to reality, not noticing now that
Robbie had stood up straight and was stretching his arms. "Can I ask you a
question?" Harry nodded, unable to actually form words. "You're in a boy
band right?"

"Well, not really. We're considered a boy band but we all play instruments
and we don't dance. Not synchronised anyway. Maybe we'll jump around a
bit. We're a bit more of a group than a boy band."

"But you're known as a boy band yeah?" Harry nodded again. He'd wasted all
the words he could muster on his stupid explanation of why he wasn't in a
boy band. "So who's the gay one?" If Harry couldn't find words before then
they were certainly lost now. Robbie Savage just asked him if anyone in the
band was gay. It's not something you discuss with manly football players
and not something Harry had ever been asked by someone who wasn't a close
friend.

"No one in the band is gay."

"I was just asking because I saw you guys in rehearsals the other week and
some of them look a little bit more girly than manly."

"They're my friends you're talking about." Harry found himself getting
slightly angry that Robbie was judging people on how they looked. "Plus,
you're the one with the long girly blonde hair. And we're both doing
ballroom dancing so it hardly makes either of us the manliest people in the
world." Harry turned around to pick up his sports bag when he felt Robbie's
presences behind him.

Robbie was the kind of man that didn't have to touch you or even speak to
you; you knew when he was behind you. He was the kind of man that when he
entered a room, everyone knew he was in the room.

"I get what you're saying." Harry bent over to pick up his sports bag when
he felt Robbie's hand on his arse. He didn't say anything, thinking it
might just be a mistake and Robbie would come to his senses soon. Suddenly
he felt Robbie's hand get a little rougher, feeling and groping its way
around Harry's tight arse.

"What the fuck?" Harry stood up and pushed Robbie away. "I just told you
I'm not gay." Robbie smirked.

"The way you were checking me out earlier and that huge bulge in your pants
begs to differ." Harry looked down and noticed that he was majorly tenting
his tracksuit bottoms. He didn't know what to say but didn't need to;
Robbie reached out and wrapped his hand around Harry's bulge. He slowly
began to rub it.

"Fuck." Harry whispered as Robbie's hand snaked its way inside Harry's
trousers. Harry leant in to kiss Robbie on the lips but he was
stopped. Robbie gently pushed him away with one finger.

"Maybe another time. I've got other uses for your mouth right now." Harry
was about to drop to his knees when Robbie stopped him. Clearly Harry was a
little less experienced than Robbie was. Something inside Harry told him
that this may not be Robbie's first time.

There was a broom cupboard over in the corner of the room. Usually it was
never used, at least not while anyone else was in the building. It was just
a place where the cleaner's tools were stored.

Robbie led Harry forcefully by his cock over into the cupboard. They got
inside and Robbie shut the door, sliding a broom across the handle because
there was no lock.

Harry was naked within seconds and Robbie followed suit. Although they were
both in fine physical shape, they both had different bodies. Harry's body
was tight and toned, lither and sculpted while Robbie's was more athletic
and, whilst not being fat, he wasn't as toned and thin as Harry
was. Harry's cock was already hard and stood at an impressive eight inches,
nestled in a neatly trimmed bush of brown pubes. Robbie guided Harry's hand
to his waistband and let him pull them down. Robbie's cock was just over
eight inches but looked bigger because he had no pubic hair.

Harry looked at Robbie who just smiled, his pearly white teeth telling
Harry that he was allowed to do what he was thinking. Harry sunk to his
knees and immediately licked at the head. The taste of precum filled his
mouth immediately; it was a taste that overpowered everything else. Robbie
put his hand on Harry's head, guiding his cock into Harry's mouth.

"You ever deepthroated a cock before?" Robbie asked. Harry shook his head
gently, unable to actually answer with Robbie's cock inside his mouth. A
small chuckle was heard from Robbie as he applied more pressure to Harry's
head. Slowly Harry felt Robbie's cock slide its way to the back of his
mouth and then prod at the entrance to his throat. Harry wasn't sure he was
ready for it but Robbie didn't waste time and just forced his cock down
Harry's throat.

Harry began to gag on Robbie's large cock, feeling Robbie's balls smack his
chin as the McFly drummer was facefucked quite viciously. Tears began to
form in the corner of Harry's eyes as he occasionally struggled for
air. Robbie was enjoying it more than ever before, he had hold of Harry's
ears like handles and was shoving his cock repeatedly in and out of the
boys throat.

Harry had to push himself off of Robbie's cock and gasped for
breath. Robbie had a very dominant side and seeing Harry in that situation
just made his cock even harder. Robbie was known as being quite rough on
the football pitch but he was rougher in the bedroom, or broom cupboard.

Robbie's foot made its way over to Harry's cock and he slowly began playing
with it. Flicking it gently and rubbing his toes over Harry's swollen
dick. Harry's hand instinctively went to his own cock and he began jerking
it. Robbie watched as the foreskin rolled back and forth over the head of
Harry's cock. Here was the McFly drummer, on his sexy arse, jerking off his
cock for a sexy football stud.

"Come here." Robbie grabbed Harry under the arms and lifted him off of the
ground. He bent him over a nearby crate and straight away his hands found
Harry's tight hole. "Anyone ever fucked your hole before?" Robbie leant
over and whispered it into Harry's ear.

"No." Harry replied nervously. "I've never had anything up there." Harry
felt Robbie withdraw his fingers momentarily before feeling them back
again, this time though Robbie just shoved a spit lubed finger straight
inside Harry's virgin hole. Harry squirmed but it only made Robbie add
another finger and, shortly afterwards, a third.

"How does it feel having another man's fingers up inside your tight
arsehole?" Harry wanted to answer but couldn't, his words had run off
again. Robbie wanted an answer and so fucked Harry with his fingers which
elicited a moan from the younger man. "Good."

Robbie withdrew his fingers and watched as Harry's hole closed again,
loving the feeling of nothing keeping it open. Harry meanwhile was a bit
angry because he'd loved the feeling of Robbie's fingers inside of him. His
anger soon subsided when he felt the large erection of Robbie Savage poking
at his hole. After a few prods, Harry's arse opened again and Robbie slid
all the way in.

All eight plus inches were buried inside Harry's arse as he was in complete
bliss. Robbie wasted no time and immediately withdrew his cock and slammed
it back into the drummer. Harry screamed out in pain but Robbie knew it
wasn't going to last, he'd broken in too many virgins too know that Harry's
screams of pain wouldn't last long.

Harry wondered whether to ask him to stop but that thought soon went out of
his mind when Robbie hit his prostate. A flood of emotion ran through his
brain as his cock twitched and felt like it was going to erupt. Robbie hit
it again, harder and harder. Harry was being fucked like a toy.

As Harry reached back between his legs he felt his balls begin to tighten
and then his cock began shooting his spunk all over the crate beneath
him. The sensation running through his body was immense and he loved every
second of it.

Robbie felt Harry's hole clamp down and that was a sensation that Robbie
loved. The tightness of his hole added extra friction and soon Robbie threw
his head back and emptied six shots of spunk into the younger McFly
drummer.

Harry lay on the crate, recovering from his hard fucking. He thought it was
the end but Robbie had other ideas. He put his two index fingers into
Harry's hold and opened it up wide. Then Robbie leant in closely and licked
his own cum out of Harry's now no longer virgin hole. He didn't swallow it
though, he simply brought his head up to Harry, who willingly opened his
mouth, and the two began making out.

Harry didn't know he'd be getting a mouthful of Robbie's jizz straight from
his arse but he knew what to do when he felt it flood his mouth. When
Robbie had emptied into Harry's mouth he pulled away and watched as Harry
eagerly swallowed all of his jizz.

Robbie smiled and ran a hand over Harry's head, noticing the cum still
coating his lips and the exhausted expression over his face.

"Maybe next time we'll get some of the others involved." Robbie said as he
playfully spanked Harry's arse and began to get dressed.

"I've been waiting for you." Ola said as Robbie emerged from the broom
cupboard with Harry following closely behind. "What were you doing in
there?"

"Practicing." Robbie said with a smirk. Harry didn't say anything, he just
picked up his bag and left. They both knew this wasn't going to be the last
time they fooled around.