Date: Mon, 02 Aug 2010 05:42:24 -0400
From: johnathan@writeme.com
Subject: From idol to slut

Disclaimer: Usual disclaimers apply. First off, this is my second published
story here. My first is called MY OLD MAN ROY, in the Adult Friends
category of Nifty. Second, although I am a published author, I've ever
published only one previous erotic story before, so this will be pretty
much unexperienced writing. Third, part of this story is absolutely true,
and part of it is entirely based on my fantasies. So there.

My adventure:

When I was three years old, there was a show on the lebanese MTV that I
loved to watch. It was some sort of educational/fun show with a cast of
young women and men, and I learnt my first English and French with these
guys. And then, one day, the lebanese MTV channel was shut down for
political reasons. I was devastated. I used to watch the show first thing
in the morning before school, and then first thing in the afternoon back
from school. At that time, my dad was in England, studying medecine.

And then they made a theatre with the cast of 'my' show. Mom got us
front-side tickets, and I was so happy when I saw my favourite characters
half a metre in front of me. In the end of the show, mom took me backstage
to talk to the cast. I was very shy back then. I had mentioned to my mom
my great willingness to become part of the cast... And she said that to the
main cast member. She told mom that I was too young, but that I could apply
again when I grew up a bit. So we got a videocassette of another,
previously toured theatre, and we went home.

Eventually, a couple of years later, the show aired on another channel, the
Lebanese Broadcasting Corporation International, and I went back to
watching. The main elements of the show were there, but something about it
had changed, including several new characters.

One in particular, was an eighteen - or twenty - year-old man named
Phillip, who could play the guitar. He was fairly tanned, with dark eyes
and dark hair, and freckles. He had a broad chest, he was quite tall, and a
very sexy grin on his face.

I must've been nine at the time, and I wanted to join the cast more than
ever... but dad and mom thougt I didn't focus enough on my schoolwork, so I
was told to get better grades (than my already superlative 90% GPA) and
then we could see if I was to join them. I kinda forgot about that
condition, and I just carried on with my 90%, and I started getting off on
the guy. I fantasized a lot about us together..

Eleven years later, and I'd become twenty, my grandma's cousin, who was
half German, and her husband, who was purely Lebanese, invited my brother,
my sister and I to a little carnival which was held for the first time that
year, to support a charity for orphans. We immediately said yes.

We went to it on a sunny Sunday - it was too hot, too! - and we watched. As
we sat round the small stage in the middle of the carnival's area, we could
see everything that went on. A young woman came over and sang some songs,
including Que Sera Sera, originally sung by Doris Day, and when she saw me
singing along, she pointed her microphone at me, and I shamelessly sang a
full verse of it. She smiled, took the microphone away, whispered 'thank
you', and went on with her song. I smiled.

But then I was quite distracted when I saw someone most unexpected there.
What the fuck was Phillip doing there?

I stood up, left the table with a small 'entschuldigung' to my grandma's
cousin and a 'bel ezn' to her husband, and went straight up to meet him.

Phillip hadn't changed a lot. He looked a little more serious, but apart
from that, I thougt he was going to take out his guitar and play Money
Money Money...  'Hey man.. I'm J., and I'm one of your oldest fans! I've
watched [the show's name] since I was three, and I have been your fan since
you were eighteen!'  'Oh.. hi..?'

This could've been worse. At least he was giving me that grin on his right
cheek.. it made my Y fronts tent up.

And I think he noticed. And that made his grin broader.

He came closer, as though to kiss me on the cheeks, and he whispered, 'You
a top or a bottom?'  I went pink as I answered with a shy smile, 'I do
both'.

I was with someone at the time, of course {go ahead and check out how that
happened in MY OLD MAN ROY, in the Adult Friends category of Nifty}, but I
had one of my living idols in front of me, and he was asking whether I was
a top or a bottom. Besides, Roy and I were going through a harsh period,
where he had wanted to try out girls, and I'd said, 'go ahead and try them
out, but give me a call when you're through experimenting, so I know
whether to move on or to wait for you'. He'd gone through an emotional fit
when he'd seen how much I loved him. But he'd gone, nevertheless. So I
thougt I wouldn't be the treacherous end if I ended up with my lifetime
idol.

'You busy tonight?'  'Where should I meet you?'  He'd given me an address
and a number. And then left.

I told my parents I was going to have a sleepover with my friends, that
night, and they'd taken note of it. At said time, I took my car and
cellphone and left towards the Grand Hills hotel, one of the best hotels in
Lebanon, and member of the leading hotels in the world. I wasn't headed
there. I went up a road, turned to the left twice, uphill, downhill, right,
and I went on and on and on, following a map in my iPod touch, until I
found the place. A dark alley, to which's end was a dirty building. I left
my car near a policeman's stand, and I went right into the building. B4,
left appartment. I was there. I rang. His voice answered, 'it's open'. I
went right in.

'Over here', he said, and I followed his voice until a bedroom with dirty
furniture. Sure enough, he was there. But naked. On his back, on the dirty
bed, with his guitar in his hands, as he played something, and his dick was
errect.

He had a firm, toned body, which I couldn't have even dreamed of in my
wildest fantasies. He had very firm abdominals and very beautiful, slightly
hairy legs. His face trembled, and although his smile was there, he was
clearly afraid of something.  His dick in itself was quite something to
see. It was about 8", its diametre was around 1.25", and it was slightly
darker that his body. It was quite hairless.  But he had his legs lifted up
enough so that I could see his asshole, pink, sensitive, wirnkled, but
very, very tight, and it made me think he was a virgin. It was also quite
hairless, but it shone as though covered in something. And then I saw a
bottle of lube on a shabby dresser, uncorked and half empty.

He looked at me. 'Could you please be top? Please, please, would you take
my anal cherry? Would you turn me into your boi?'

I was perplexed by that. Usually, I had to force people to say such
things. Not that I didn't like it when it seemed to true...

'Please? Will you fuck the shit out of me?'

'Put away your guitar. Come over here and beg for it.'

He did. On his knees.

'My purpose in life is to serve men like you. I cannot stand to be virgin
anymore! In my whole life, I've never met anyone who could be a top!', he
explained. I smiled evilly.

'You disgust me. Take my clothes off now.'

He did. I was hard again.

'Take my dick into your mouth. Suck on it.'

He did. And his eyes opened up as big as socker balls when he felt
something coming out of my dick into his mouth. Warm piss. Oh, and he
looked into my eyes to ask if he could stop sucking.

'No. Drink that now.'

He teared down like a baby, but I did see his Adam's apple bob up and down
as he drank. I grabbed his naked stomach and pressed, as though to
emphasize what he'd taken in down there. But I wasn't done with him, not
halfway so.

'On the bed. On your back. Now.'

He went there at once. I smiled.

'Good slut.'

I went to him. Halfway though, I changed directions. I went to a door which
I guessed to lead into a bathroom. I went in, and found out I was right. I
found a cabinet full of bottles. I took out some ethanol and some body
lotion, and I mixed both on a cotton puff, which I then wiped my dick with.

Back in the room, I could see Phillip shaking with terror, and with lust,
and I couuld clearly see his boyhole, mine for the taking. I knelt on the
bed, my dick pointing to his hole, and said, 'lift your ass with a pillow
and put your feet high up'.

He did, trembling.

I aligned my dick with his hole, and then I stared to his face. His eyes
were closed. I ordered him to open them, and as soon as he did, my dick
went in. The lotion was an exellent lube, so I could push in all the way,
but the alcohol burnt as hell. He screemed, and he screeched, and his dick
leaked precum, but his face was in extreme pain. I drew out, and he was
silent, but he panted.

'You asked for this, you know?'

He nodded. And he ejaculated with a loud 'Unnnnnnnh'. And I went in again.
He made a face, on the verge of tears, but did not yell. And I stayed in. I
went out again. He was tense, silent, and still. I went in. Pain. Tears.
And then out. I was going very slow, because alcohol can make an ass burn
worse than the immediate fuck of virginity. And by Jove, his ass burnt than
a dozen fires.

Then I got bored. I became more frantic, going right in and out and in and
out, and he yelped as he felt my dick swell up as I threw my cum deep
within my old idol. He moaned again and closed his eyes as he collapsed.
He'd gone out cold. I grabbed his cellphone from the dresser, removed
myself from the contact list and the call logs and the message in and out
boxes, and I gathered my clothes, wore them, and then I put the guitar back
on top of him.

I left. And I was more broken-hearted than when I'd feuded with Roy. My
childhood idol was a pussy. I'd wished we could become equal lovers, like I
was with Roy; wished we could take turns fucking.. but he was nothing more
than a cunt on legs. It would've felt so good to have him play the guitar
for me, in the evenings... but it was just not meant to be.

Later that month, Roy called. He was sure to be purely gay by now, and he
wanted to get back together. I loved my little monkey, so I agreed to that
and we went back together. He made me forget that stupid experience with
Phillip. But I'd forgotten a little detail. I had Phillip's phone number in
my contacts' directory.

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Thank you for reading. Once again, this is my second erotic story posted
online, so I appreciate all constructive criticism at
johnathan@writeme.com.  Soon, I hope to post more stories, unless I notice
not to be read. And I welcome all ideas. Johnathan's boyfriend is Roy, but
I think both of them should have some stories outside each other, don't
you?