Date: Mon, 29 Jun 2009 10:01:29 -0400 From: Heather Thomas Subject: AMERICAN IDOL FANTASTIC FUCKS 8 (Usual disclaimers apply. I have no knowledge of any persons mentioned and this is just fantasy fiction) AMERICAN IDOL FANTASTIC FUCKS Chapter 8 BRITAIN'S GOT FUCKING TALENT NOTICE: I have been forced to open a new e mail account due to some internet problem I have greatly appreciated the comments on my submissions. Please continue to send them, but at this new e mail address. Thanks (This chapter is dedicated to my dear friend Jack. I am sorry not to have been able to include him at this party -- at least as an onlooker -- but Simon was resolute about the privacy of his guests, so Jack will have to read about the party here.) Simon and Adam flew first class to London and went straight to Claridge's, the grand old dame of British hostelry. They immediately went to sleep, recovering from jet lag and mild hangovers, sleeping around the clock. When they awoke, Simon said he would call Ant McPartlin, his steady piece of ass throughout the Britain's Got Talent series. Simon explained that his real name was Anthony and that although he was very excitable and often "over the top," he was a talented producer and a great and appreciative fuck who anxiously spreads his legs every time he was with Simon. Ant arrived at the hotel a couple of hours later, excited to see Simon and anxious to meet Adam. Simon embraced him and they had some small talk. Ant had one very exciting tale to tell -- namely that he had seduced and been fucked by Prince William. Ant said the Prince was nothing special in the sack, but was after all a future king. "I think Harry would have been much better" Ant declared, "but, of course, he's probably not really Charles' son, so there's the difference." He went on to say that William had left his pants there so Ant had a souvenir. "You mean the Prince went out in the street with no pants?" Adam asked. "Yea, sure," Ant replied. "who would ever notice?" At this point, Simon intervened, explaining that "pants" means something totally different between England and the US. "Pants in America of course means ONLY trousers where over here that term is often used for what Americans call "shorts" or just "underwear." Adam was relieved to know that the young Royal had not gone bare legged into the streets of London. Simon stroked his crotch and asked "are you ready for this monster, Ant?" Ant just grinned and nodded and Simon said "OK, boys, let's get naked. I'm going to fuck you Ant and you're going to give Adam one of your inimitable blow jobs." Both Ant and Adam smiled broadly and joined Simon in stripping naked. Simon fucked Ant from behind so he could better give Adam his blow job. "Oh my God, I've missed your huge cock" Ant told Simon as the AI star plunged deep in his boy cunt. Adam was moaning at the intense blow job he was getting from Ant who was deep throating his nice cock. This intense sexuality went on for 20 minutes or so when both Simon and Adam exploded big loads into Ant's ass and throat. The guys decoupled and Simon had them sit in the living room as he explained the week's agenda. Simon had rented a manor estate in Southwest England which cost him an arm and a leg but which was perfect for this British fuck fest. It has a huge ballroom where Simon would have the requisite number of beds placed so all the fuckers could comfortably fit into one room. His rental fee included staff that would provide all services needed including all meals for the three day orgy, but who were forbidden to go to the ballroom where the orgy would be held. Thusfar, Simon said he had acceptances from the following: 1-2 Ant & Dec of course. 3-4 Ewan McGregor and Jude Law who first fucked each other as roommates at university more than a decade ago. 5-6 Clive Owen and Colin Farrell -- the latter being Irish, but whom Clive fucked early in Colin's career. Both are total hound dogs. 7-8 David Morrissey and Michael Sheen who love some variation in their sex lives. 9 -David Beckham, the British soccer expatriate who will take a break from his underwear modeling to get a little more man sex. 10- Also, Theo Walcott, a young star with the Arsenal club who loves cock up his firm ass. 11- Robert Pattinson, the new young star on both sides of the Atlantic who supposedly loves big cocks up his ass 12-13 Colin Firth and Hugh Grant, veterans of several films popular in both countries. Allegedly not good friends, but both connoisseurs of boy pussy. 14 An outsider -- Marat Safin, the Russian tennis star whose cherry was popped by Simon two years ago on the Cote d'Azur and who wants to discreetly get some man pussy himself. Simon said he had several more invitations extended with no replies to date, but that these 14 plus he and Adam should provide a great experience in a fuck filled holiday. Simon fucked Ant once more and Adam sucked Ant off before they called it a night. Ant happily agreed to come back the following evening and spend the night. When Ant came back the following eve, he brought his souvenir -- a pair of light blue pure silk boxers with a Burberry label. "Must have cost 40 quid or so" Ant said of Prince William's underwear. Simon asked him to describe how he got the Prince into his bed. Ant said they were both at some sort of television conference which was really boring and the average age was 50+. So, Ant asked him if he'd like to slip away for a drink and William happily agreed to that. They went to Ant's room and the Prince complimented Ant on discovering Susan Boyle for Britain's Got Talent, saying she was a big boost for the nation's psyche and as an international instant star, particularly in America, was a major asset for the British entertainment industry. As they sipped white wine, Ant detected vibes from the Prince that indicated an interest and signals that William was not totally immune to man sex. So, Ant put on his seductive charms and in due time the two were undressing. "Oh yes," Ant had said, "please fuck me your Highness." And, William did, a bit clumsily and quickly, thrusting into Ant's boy cunt with rapid strokes. William came in less than 5 minutes and then seemed uncomfortable and made some excuse about having to meet his father. But, the seduction had worked and Ant had been fucked by the very handsome future king. "Have you fucked any royalty?" Ant asked Simon. "Just Prince Edward for the last 20 years" Simon said laughing. "However, I did nail Tony Blair shortly before he became Prime Minister." Simon went on to tell of an incident many years ago in Cardiff. Blair had only recently been made head of the Labour party and both he and Simon were there at an entertainment industry conference. That afternoon an incredibly terrible storm hit the area, closing down all transportation in and out of the city. Simon had wisely booked a deluxe hotel room but Blair had planned to return to London and his car, driver and wife were planning to pick him up after an event they attended in Bristol. Mrs. Blair called to tell him that was impossible with the storm still raging and Tony tried to book a room, but the hotel was absolutely fully booked and he was told he'd just have to camp out in the lobby. Simon overheard this and invited the Labour leader to share his room which was large with two beds. After a bit of small talk, Simon moved the subject to sex. After a couple of drinks, Blair admitted he was dominated by his wife, an actress and confirmed political leftist. "Sex with her is rather like having sex with a man" he told Simon. "Well then, let's see if sex with me is better" Simon replied and began undressing him. Much to the party leader's joy, Simon fucked him three times and got a very accomplished blowjob. There was no question that Tony enjoyed sex with Simon much more than with his wife The skies cleared the next morning and Simon and Tony were having breakfast in the dining room when Mrs. Blair arrived. "Holy shit, Tony" she bellowed "did you have to get stranded in God damned fucking Wales?" Tony asked her to be quiet as they might be recognized. "Are you kidding; the Goddamned fucking Queen could come in here and these ignorant Welshmen wouldn't know it." At that point Simon proceeded to introduce himself. She responded with "Oh, you're that rude and obnoxious bloke who brings these whores and faggots on stage and then makes fun of them." Simon was stunned and hastily made his exit, asking Tony to just drop the keys up front as the bill had been paid. "Poor bastard," Simon told Adam and Ant, "she's the worst bitch I've ever seen and I must say I've voted solidly Tory ever since that event." Adam's performance at Wembley was very well received and got good reviews in the London press. He sang four numbers, all with soul and enthusiasm. Simon was pleased and proud and told Adam he was on the road to a fine career. The next evening Dec joined them as the four of them would leave for the Southwest in a limo the next morning. Simon first fucked Dec who although he usually topped Ant was delighted to have Simon Cowell's big cock ravish his ass. Ant fucked Adam and then they switched with Adam topping Ant. They left the following morning, making a short stop at Stonehenge to show Adam that bit of British antiquity. By mid-afternoon all of the other 12 guests had arrived. Simon suggested they all strip to their underwear and then have a champagne toast before they begin the fucking. "We have a sumptuous banquet tonight, so get some exercise first" he said laughing. Simon was in his usual Dolce Gabanna briefs; Ant and Dec wore blue bikinis and Adam his favorite silky white briefs. Colin Firth, Hugh Grant and Robert Pattinson were all in print boxers. Ewan, Jude and Marat all wore American Calvin Klein white briefs and Beckham wore the sharp Armani briefs he's been modeling as did Colin Farrell. David Morrissey, Clive Owen and Michael Sheen wore standard British white y-fronts and Theo Walcott was in black bikini briefs. Simon said they should begin with 3-somes, He would fuck Marat whose cherry he had popped two years ago and get him in shape to do some man-fucking of his own. In turn, Marat would fuck Adam who lusted after the hunky Russian. Colin Firth would fuck Michael Sheen who would plunge his cock into Robert Pattinson. David Morrissey would fuck Ewan McGregor who would nail Ant. while David Beckham would nail Jude Law who would top Theo Walcott. Finally, Clive Owen would fuck Colin Farrell (his old fuck buddy from Gosford Park) who would fuck Hugh Grant. Odd man out was Dec who would suck Hugh Grant while Colin fucked Hugh. Before they began the fuck fest, Marat suggested they have a cock measuring contest. He really wanted to see if he was as big as Simon. They all got hard ons before Ant and Dec did the measuring and Simon did win with 10.4 inches. David Morrissey followed with 10.2 and Marat was third with ten inches even. The rest trailed behind significantly. At that point everyone found their appropriate beds. Simon began removing Marat's tight briefs and the young Russian got the giggles. "I remember you liked to take off my underwear" he said in his heavy accent. "Most of all I like what's underneath it" Simon replied as he began sucking his ass. Marat in the meantime removed Adam's briefs and was fingering his ass. "Go ahead and start your fuck" Simon told him which Marat did with a fierce thrust of his huge cock into Adam. Adam winced and moaned and seconds later Simon rammed his massive pole into Marat. Needless to say, that bed squeaked loudly with two powerful fucks. Beds were actually squeaking all over the room as five three-way fucks were underway. David Morrissey's huge 10 incher was ravishing a wailing Ewan McGregor whose cock was firmly ensconced up Ant's ass. David Beckham was conducting a noisy and thorough fucking of Jude Law who was ravaging young Theo Walcott's boy pussy. Colin Firth and Michael Sheen climaxed first, pissing their loads into fresh boy pussy. Then Clive Owen shot his load into Colin Farrell's ass just after Colin came in Hugh Grant whose cock had been masterfully sucked by Dec. Jude Law shot his load into Theo Walcott seconds before David Beckham came with torrents of cum in Jude's ass. A very noisy bed across the way saw David Morrissey fucking the living shit out of Ewan McGregor who was fiercely pounding a very happy Ant. Ewan came inside Ant and then his ass became the receptacle of Morrissey's incredible load. Marat was grunting and groaning as Simon climaxed in his boy pussy just as Marat's load soaked Adam's well used cunt. After a few minutes of relaxation, Simon suggested everyone find a partner for the next round of one-on-one fucking. He immediately chose Clive Owen whose ass he had wanted for years. Marat selected Ewan McGregor, saying "I'm going to paint that pretty smile of yours permanent with my Russian fuck." Adam was chosen by David Beckham which really pleased him. And, Dec got picked for his first fuck of the evening by David Morrissey who approached him with his incredible dick standing at full mast, red, thick and huge. Clive told Simon he had not bottomed since university days but looked forward to the much heralded Cowell fuck. Simon complimented him on his fine ass and then mounted him, driving all 10 plus inches into the British hunk's ass. Marat promptly mounted Ewan, telling him it was the first time he'd fucked a man. "I've fucked way more than a thousand girls" the Russian tennis star proclaimed, "so I guess I'll fuck you just like I fuck girls—hard and heavy". "Go for it, Marat---God, I want a Russian power fuck." So, Marat delivered one, just pummeling McGregor's boy cunt. David Beckham and David Morrissey -- well experienced fuckers of female cunts -- also delivered power fucks to Adam and Dec respectively. Dec looked over and saw his buddy and partner Ant swooning over the fuck he was getting from Jude Law. There was loud moaning and grunting as eight couples were fucking. Simon, as usual, delivered a masterful fuck on Clive Owen who moaned and wailed but was rewarded with a gush of Cowell juice soaking his ass. Marat really gave Ewan a fierce fucking, kissing and sucking him as his enormous cock devastated him. "Here it comes" Marat finally yelled as copious amounts of cum flooded his boy pussy. David Beckham -- no stranger to man sex -- reamed Adam's boy cunt with perfection culminating in a prolonged strong climax. David Morrissey who considered himself an expert fucker really worked over Dec's boy pussy, plowing in and out with a vengeance. He finally came, giving Dec a big kiss as he unloaded his cum deep inside him. And, Ant was delighted with the fine fuck delivered by Jude Law who regularly fucked whichever gender available at least three times a week. Simon then suggested they all put on their underwear and go to the banquet hall where a magnificent meal and lots of wine awaited them. During the dinner, all the guys checked out each other's bulges and asses, deciding who they wanted to couple with in the next round. Simon urged bottoms to proposition tops as well as vice-versa. Everyone fucked and/or got fucked twice more that night and at least eight times over the next two days and nights. Simon fucked all 12 guests (excluding Adam, Ant and Dec who he was taking back to London) and gave second fucks to Marat and Ewan. Marat proved to be the champion fucker, fucking 19 times in all. He nailed everyone but Simon, of course, and got seconds from four more including Adam and Ant who relished his powerful, dynamic fuck strokes. Adam was fucked but everyone but Simon and fucked four guys himself -- Robert, Ewan, Theo and Michael. Ant and Dec also were fucked by all the guests and got a little boy pussy themselves. They also gave several blow jobs to happy recipients. The party ended with delighted but exhausted guests. Simon and his three protégés headed back to London, sated and pleased over their British fuck fest. (to be continued)