Date: Fri, 23 Nov 2007 23:04:06 -0500
From: Wana Max <wandamaxa@hotmail.com>
Subject: Gay Celeb Strictly Come Dancing 2

Thank you to the people who sent in comments and suggestions after the
first chapter. I will be including some of those soon. I hope you enjoy
this chapter. As I mentioned before, this is just fiction, none of this is
happening in real life, etc.

9

Gethin didn't have anywhere near enough time for training sessions with
his dance partner. Matt always needed more time to prevent more mistakes.
Somehow, they still managed to sneak away a few moments here and there
for important activities, like Matt sitting on Gethin's face as Gethin
stroked the throbbing meat between his own legs, getting Matt ready for
his first fuck.

Gethin put Matt's knees legs on his shoulders, sliding the first few
inches of his cock into Matt's virgin, freshly rimmed hole. Matt didn't
exactly have a poker face. Gethin wasn't sure if "poker" was the best
term to use right now anyway. All he knew was he was taking Matt's cherry
and this boyish young man had a look on his face of pure, open-mouthed
awe, pain, and bliss.

Matt eventually got used to the unfamiliar sensations in his bowels as
Gethin slowly plowed into him. Gethin kept his comforting brown eyes
focused on Matt's nervous brown eyes the whole time, reassuring him,
running his fingers over the light stubble masking Matt's baby face.

"Ohh..." Matt moaned as Gethin's big cock made contact with Matt's
prostate. Gethin smiled. This was the most pleasure a man could ever
feel. He knew Matt would never be the same after this. He'd want more and
more cocks up his arse, and Gethin had been the one to break him in.

"Feel good?" Gethin asked as he leaned over to lick the sweat from Matt's
face. Matt could only pant as Gethin bit at his nipples and then began to
smell and lick his sweaty, hairy pits. Soon he moved back to Matt's face,
extending his tongue for Matt to suck on.

"This is what it feels like to truly give yourself. From now on, every
time you see a fit bloke, you'll look between his legs and wonder when
you can ride his cock."

Gethin said all this in his presenter voice, all while tweaking Matt's
nipples and biting his neck. Every time Matt tried to wank himself,
Gethin would brush his hand away.

"You're mine now, Matt. Always. No matter how many babes you pull, you're
gonna be thinking about what it feels like when I come inside you. Make
me come, Matt. Please. Yeah, that's right, squeeze my cock with your
tight hole. Yeah..."

Gethin buried his head in Matt's neck, releasing a loud moan at the same
time as he unleashed his load inside Matt's now devirginized fuckhole. He
felt Matt's own semen erupting between their flat bellies. Matt had come
without ever touching himself.

Gethin had been so tender with Matt, although Matt still felt some pain.
A good kind of pain. Gethin rested his head against Matt's chest before
they kissed, lovingly and exhaustedly.

"Gethin, if this is your way of making me so tired I can't stay in the
competition...it's bloody well worth it!"

99

A few days later, Gethin had to film another segment for his TV show. He
was supposed to be training with his partner, Camilla. Unfortunately, she
had an emergency, so the crafty producers brought in some other guests.
"Gethin Jones...you're even more gorgeous in person. I hate you!"

Gethin nervously shook John Barrowman's hand. John was most famous for
his musical work and for playing the dashing Captain Jack Harkness, but
Gethin had heard his share of raunchy stories from friends and lovers
about Barrowman's sexual exploits. John flashed him that mega-watt smile
and Gethin felt himself melting at the sight of those beautiful teeth and
perfect bone structure.

"Is this about your series, or your new CD?"

John shook his head no, then paused as if to ponder the idea, then shook
no again.

"I'm sure we'll get in some subtle plugs," he winked at Gethin, "but I'm
here because I want to help you work on your hip action."

Gethin was stunned. He knew that the judges had  beat him down over his
hip movement in the rumba, but this surely wasn't what they had in mind.
When he thought of the handsome and dashing John Barrowman thrusting his
hips, he popped a boner in his slacks. He hoped John didn't notice.

"Are you a dancer, John?"

John gave a big smile, but soon told the truth.

"Only on tabletops after a few too many. I'm just here to have fun. This
is your real coach on hip action."

Dressed in a black short-sleeved shirt and tight black pants, cricketer
Mark Ramprakrash, winner of the previous series, strolled into the room.
His half-unbuttoned shirt showed off his smooth, muscled, tan chest, and
his megawatt smile was well offset by his laughing brown eyes and wavy
light brown hair.

Gethin felt his knees go weak. This was just a dream come true, yet also
a nightmare, to be near those gorgeous men and not able to act on his
desires.

"Are you winding me up?" he looked at both of them, hiding his
apprehension behind his calm smile.

They swore they weren't. The cameras rolled, and John made funny comments
as he and Gethin watched Mark slither and swivel his hips in the salsa
moves that had so entertained viewers. Gethin tried not to blatantly
stare at Mark's muscular big bum, the bum he'd wanked off to so many
times while watching the previous series. Then Gethin did a few hip
movements of his own for the cameras, with John whistling and Mark
offering praise and criticism.

Soon they had enough footage for the segment, and the cameraman left for
another assignment. Gethin was about to leave himself, when John stopped
him.

"Mark's going to offer you some more private lessons."

Gethin wanted to say no, but one look at Mark's calm, confident smile and
Gethin was a puddle.

Mark put his hands on Gethin's hips, standing directly behind him. He
began to grind his crotch into Gethin's rear end. Gethin tried to
suppress his shock at what was going on.

"Just go with me," Mark whispered in Gethin's ear.

Gethin went along, and soon he began to pick up the hip movements of the
man behind him. The very large penis pressed against his backside was a
distraction, but with their layers of clothing, Gethin could almost
ignore the temptation.

As if John had read his mind, John came bounding over to them.

"I think he really needs to FEEL this, don't you, Mark?"

Before Mark could respond, John ripped open Mark's shirt, his bare chest
exposed as buttons flew everywhere. He next lowered Mark's tight pants,
leaving him only in white boxer briefs. John kneeled at Mark's crotch,
mouthing his huge uncut cock head through the thin fabric. Any pretense
of a dance lesson was now essentially gone. With one hand unfasting his
trousers, the other hand yanked down Gethin's slacks. Gethin was hard and
leaking, his own cock sticking out of his boxers. John wasn't wearing any
underwear, and soon wasn't wearing a shirt. Gethin slipped off his own
shirt, and sank to his knees to join John at Mark's cock.

They looked into his rich chocolate eyes, and he seemed to be amused by
them. Gethin wondered if this was even close to being new for Mark. John
and Gethin slid down Mark's underwear and smiled as his fat 9 inches hit
his flawless abs with a loud smack.

Gethin began sucking on and kneading Mark's large, hairy balls, while
John deep-throated him with such speed and skill that Mark nearly came
right then. John didn't want that, and soon eased into an agonizingly
pleasurable slow suck and jerk session. Meanwhile, he licked his fingers
and began to finger fuck Gethin. Gethin was usually a top, but in cases
like this, he was more than happy to make an exception.

Mark put his hands on Gethin's hips again, running his donkey dick up and
down the slick crack. He slowly filled Gethin up. There was some pain,
but boy was it worth it. Gethin's entire being soon became about the huge
meat now tormenting his prostate beyond all bounds of decency. Mark's
sinewy hip action really was driving him well past the brink of madness.
Gething sensed he had learned more about sensual movements with this
brutal yet tender fuck than he could in a lifetime of dance lessons with
Camilla.

John meanwhile stood in front of Gethin and put Gethin's dick in his
already lubed hole. John had come prepared. He was now all but fucking
himself on Gethin's cock. Gethin threw his head back, his body on fire
from the sensations in front of and behind him. He usually didn't do
things like this. So slutty and so hot.

Much too soon, he came in John's expertly milking hole, and the clamp
down on Mark's horse meat led to a flooding of his own core. John came on
himself, and began licking his fingers, holding them out to Gethin to
taste. Gethin eagerly sucked at them.

Gethin carefully detached himself from Mark's big dick, giving the snake
one last squeeze between his cheeks as a thank you. His body felt spent,
but he also wanted to do more. He shoved a finger into John's chest.

"When you said plug, this isn't what I had in mind!"

The three men laughed before they began to kiss each other, ready for
another round.

999

Matt wanted to pop by the studio to surprise Gethin. Instead, he got a
surprise. Gethin, John Barrowman, and the bloke who had won the last
series were on the floor, and Gethin and the bloke were fucking John
Barrowman at the same time. John had a look of absolute bliss.

Matt quietly shut the door and went back to his car. He knew he wasn't
exclusive with Gethin, but he still felt left out, and dejected. He had
come to care about Gethin and thought they had more than just sex.

Maybe love was for a man and a woman ,and sex was for a man and a man. If
that was the case, Matt decided to get some of the biggest, most powerful
cocks he knew of to give him a good fucking.

He already had a list of a few based on his time on Dancing. He'd have to
go see them...