Date: Fri, 2 May 2014 06:07:53 +0100
From: David James <tennistales@outlook.com>
Subject: Dirty One Direction

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Niall Horan:

"Thank fuck" Niall sighed, entering his hotel room at 9pm. It had been a
long day of filming for One Direction's latest music video and he was
exhausted. He had been on set since 7 in the morning and was absolutely
shattered, having flown from London with his band-mates late the previous
night, managing to get virtually no sleep. He closed the door behind him
and scanned the luxurious room, his eyes darting from the huge flat screen
TV on the wall to the lavish four-poster bed. Even after 4 years he
couldn't believe that this was his life. Here he was in a five star hotel
in Los Angeles, staying in a penthouse room which was probably the size of
his entire house back home in Ireland! He saw his suitcase had already been
delivered to the room and was lying at the side of the bed. He walked over
to the sliding glass doors which led out to the balcony, admiring the view
which greeted him. It was dusk, and the lights of the city landscape stood
out against the ever darkening sky. He walked out onto the balcony, the
cool night air reviving him slightly. He spent around five minutes admiring
the view, appreciating how lucky he was. He began to get cold and decided
to head back into his room again, closing the sliding doors as he did so
and pulling the curtains. He knew all too well that there would be
paparazzi lurking nearby and he didn't want them to get any photos of him
as he got undressed later.

He sat down on the bed, grabbing the TV remote and switching it on. He
spent several minutes flicking through the channels but there was very
little on. Finally he settled for an old episode of "Scrubs" which he had
seen countless times before, however he still found it funny. After the
episode ended he decided it was time for bed. He stood up and stretched,
yawning as he did so. He peeled off his jumper, in the process his t-shirt
underneath rolled up, revealing his pale, toned torso. He quickly tossed
the jumper over a nearby chair, closely followed by the t-shirt. His upper
body was toned, not quite defined and he had always been quite
self-conscious about it. He knew he wasn't as well built as Liam, but he
had been spending more time in the gym recently and it was starting to
tell. He had the beginnings of a six pack developing and his chest was
beginning to fill out too. His pale complexion also bothered him
slightly. All the other boys in the group were a lot more tanned than him,
but any time he went out in the sun he simply got sunburnt and went bright
red, which annoyed him. The only positive of his fair skin was the fact
that it made his dark chest hair more pronounced. Niall was incredibly
proud of his chest hair as he felt it marked him out as a masculine guy. He
always teased Harry and Zayn due to their lack of chest hair, saying they
weren't real men, however Zayn often shot back that at least he could grow
a proper beard. Over the past few months, Nialls chest hair had grown
nicely, sprouting outwards from the centre of his chest and around his
nipples. He noticed recently that his stomach was beginning to get a bit
furry too. He had had a happy trail for a while now, however over the past
month or so, he noticed the hair had started to become thicker and darker,
leading from his belly-button and disappearing from sight beneath the
waistband of his Calvin Klein underwear. He stretched again, raising his
arms above his head, revealing his furry pits. He kicked off his Nike
shoes, revealing his big feet, clad in white adidas socks. He undid the
belt buckle of his jeans, followed by the buttons. Once they were undone,
the jeans fell to the floor and he stepped carefully out of them. His legs
were skinny, and no matter how much he tried to bulk them up it made no
difference. He spent countless hours at the gym with a personal trainer,
trying to get bigger quads and calfs, however nothing seemed to
work. Recently, he hadn't been able to train as he had surgery on his right
knee, which had left a nasty pink scar on his leg. He tossed the jeans onto
the chair on top of his jumper and t-shirt. He was now standing in only his
white Calvin Klein briefs and his white adidas socks. He sat on the bed
again, bending over to remove his socks, rolling them off over his size 12
feet. He stood up once again, heading to the bathroom to brush his teeth
and take a piss before bed. The bathroom was just as opulent as the
bedroom, with a stand-alone bath, marble floors and a power-shower. He went
to the sink, grabbing the complimentary toothbrush and toothpaste on the
counter-top. After a quick brush, he spat the last of the toothpaste from
his mouth. He turned around and walked to the toilet. He reached under the
waistband of his briefs, grasping his dick and balls in his hand and
lifting them out, tucking the waistband underneath them. His dick was a
decent size, despite being flaccid- around 4 inches, while his balls were
large and hung heavily, covered in hairs. His dick was nestled in his
trimmed bush of dark brown pubes. He rolled his foreskin back, revealing
the deep red-coloured head of his dick. He relaxed and let the piss stream
from his slit, sighing as he did so. Once he was finished, he shook his
dick a few times, making sure there was no piss left, before tucking it
back into the underwear. He flushed the toilet, heading back into the
bedroom.

Back in the bedroom, he climbed into bed, enjoying the feeling of the silk
sheet against his skin. He reached down under the covers, tugging at the
waistband of his briefs, pulling them off. He tossed them on the pile of
already discarded clothes on the chair next to the bed. He enjoyed lying
naked, it gave his dick and balls time to "breathe" after being stuffed
away for the whole day. He reached down and gave his dick a slight squeeze,
resulting in it giving a lurch. He hadn't played with it for nearly a week
as he had been so busy with the band. Despite the tiredness which was
crashing over him, he decided that he would have a quick wank, it would
probably help him get to sleep anyway, he said to himself! Again he gave
his dick a squeeze and again it gave a lurch. He was now semi-erect, his
dick beginning to throb and sway as blood pumped through it.  He gripped
the base, enjoying the warmth of it against his hand. He slowly began to
snake his way up the shaft, as he did so his cock continued to swell, and
by the time he had reached the tip, it had grown to its full 7 inches,
creating a rather large protrusion of the bed covers. He threw the blankets
back, allowing his cock to be displayed freely. He sat staring at it for a
few moments, admiring it. He admired the deep red mushroom head, the veins
which ran down it's length, the hairs which had started to sprout along the
shaft, towards the base, the way it got thicker towards the base, the way
it swayed to his heartbeat. He grabbed it again, giving it a firm tug,
pursing his lips as he did so. He ran a thumb along it's underside,
releasing a low moan as it rolled over his sensitive glans. He continued to
circle the head with his thumb, whilst with his other hand he cupped his
hairy balls, feeling their heat. He played with each ball in turn,
squeezing them gently, every so often allowing another moan to escape his
lips as the combination of sensations from playing with his dick and balls
increased his arousal. His head was swimming with pleasure. Over the past
few months he had neglected his dick, only ever taking speedy wanks, never
taking time to experience the pleasures he could give himself. Precum was
spilling from his slit, slicking his head as he continued to rub it. He was
overcome with pleasure. Suddenly he decided to increase the pleasure even
further. He reached out to the side of the bed, grabbing his suitcase and
hauling it towards him as he lay on the bed. He reached down and unzipped
the case, flipping the lid open, revealing numerous t-shirts, vests,
shorts, pairs of trainers. He delved his hand into the case, feeling
towards the bottom of it. His fingers connected with a solid object around
the size of an old VHS tape case. He smiled and wrapped his hand around it
and pulled it out through all of the clothes. Once he removed it from the
case, he put it on the bed next to him. It was a small safe, made of plain
black metal, with four rows of numbers on the side. Niall took this
everywhere with him, in case he ever got the chance to have some alone time
like he had now. He twisted the numbers to the correct combination and
heard a click. He lifted the lid of the safe to reveal a sex toy. A 6 inch
vibrator with a curved end. His heart began to thump in anticipation. His
dick was still rock hard, leaking precum onto the silk sheets. He wasn't
gay, he kept telling himself, he just liked to give himself as much
pleasure as he could, and if that meant using a sex toy, so be it. Sure, he
had seen all of the other guys in the band naked, and he knew they were
attractive, but he never fancied them or thought of them in a sexual way at
all.

He licked his lips in anticipation, "This is going to be fucking amazing"
he whispered to himself in his deep, Irish voice. He grabbed the vibrator
in his left hand, it was a bit smaller than his dick, but it was the same
girth, if not a bit thicker. "Shit" he muttered to himself, he had no
lube. He decided that the copious amounts of precum he was producing would
be sufficient to lube the toy up- his ass wasn't as tight as it first was
when he started using the toy, it had stretched slightly and he hoped that,
despite the fact that nothing had been up there for quite a while, his
precum should lubricate the toy enough.

He had never told anyone about the vibrator. One time around a year ago,
Liam came into his room when the safe was sitting out and tried to break
into it, but Niall told him it was family photos from his childhood and
Liam quickly lost interest, happy to respect his friends privacy.

Niall reached down to his dick again, squeezing the inflamed head to force
out any precum. Sure enough, a sizeable amount oozed onto his fingers,
which he transferred to the toy, trying to make it as slick as possible. He
gathered some saliva in his mouth and spat it on too, rubbing it on to make
it as easy to enter as possible. Once he had done as much as he could, he
sat up on the bed, flipped himself over and drew himself onto his knees so
that his ass was in the air. He arched his back, making his ass protrude
further. His dick and balls hung low between his legs, his dick still
obscenely hard. His heart began to race and his breathing quickened as he
pictured what he was about to do with himself. He gripped the lubed up sex
toy in his left hand, while he moved his right hand towards his ass. He
reached around, spreading the slightly hairy cheeks as best he could,
revealing his deep, hair-filled trench. While his exercises in the gym did
little to improve his legs, they worked wonders on his ass, the two globes
of muscle perched proudly on top of his skinny, hairy thighs. He moved his
fingers into his trench, inching towards his quivering hole. He used the
tip of his index finger to rub his rosebud gently as it pulsated in
anticipation for what was to come. He slipped the finger inside, gasping as
he did so, his beautiful Irish face contorted in pleasure. He thought of
all of the millions of girls (and guys) who wanted to pleasure him, wanted
to worship him, but none of them could give him the pleasure he could give
himself. He pushed the sole finger in and out, rocking his body as he did
so, his dick swaying and spilling more precum onto the sheets. He was
getting close to his climax already and he hadn't even started using the
toy yet and he hadn't touched his dick in almost 15 minutes. He removed his
finger, his hole protesting at the emptiness it felt. He pulled the finger
to his nose and sniffed it, the deep smell of his ass filling his nostrils,
causing him to feel dizzy. He now moved the toy towards his hole, pressing
it against the hairy entrance. He forced himself to relax, allowing his
hole to open of its own accord. Slowly, he began to push the toy in gently,
the curved end entering with a slight pop. Niall hissed in pleasure, beads
of sweat beginning to form on his forehead, his normally perfectly preened
blond hair becoming dishevelled as he lost himself in pleasure, fucking
himself with a vibrator. He pushed the toy in to the hilt, his moans
becoming more guttural and animalistic as he satisfied his urges. He
twisted the toy slightly, searching for his prostate. After a few seconds
of searching, he found it, his body shaking from the explosion of pleasure
he experienced. His dick lurched once more, spewing yet more precum onto
the bed. He flicked the switch on the vibrator, turning it on and hearing
the faint hum of the toy and feeling it as it repeatedly pulsed and hit his
prostate. Already he could feel his heavy balls churning his cum. He used
his free hand to reach down to his cock, burying his face in the soft
pillow and moaning loudly. He began to wank his dick furiously, whilst at
the same time he pressed a button on the vibrator, increasing the speed of
vibration, taking him to the next level of of bliss. He raised his head
from the pillow screaming "Fuck me! Fuck me! Yeah, fuck me!" His hand was
now a blur on his dick as he pulled it as fast as he could. After a matter
of seconds his toes began to curl, his legs stiffened and he began to
convulse. His dick exploded, massive shots of cum flying from the slit and
landing on the sheets. He roared incoherently, lost in pleasure. He
continued to shoot for what felt like an hour, cum continuing to gush from
his dick. His orgasm finally subsided and he breathed heavily. He turned
off the vibrator and pulled it slowly out of his used hole, hearing the pop
as it came out, the emptiness filing his ass again. His dick quickly
softened, now fully spent. He rolled off the bed, standing up and observing
the mess he made, the sheet was drenched in both precum and cum. He reached
a finger down, picking some up on his finger. It was still warm having only
been churned from his balls a few seconds before. He raised the finger to
his mouth, placing it in his mouth and sucking it, being overwhelmed by the
saltiness that filled his mouth. He always tried a small bit of his cum
every time he wanked, it was like a tradition by this stage. He enjoyed the
deep, musky taste, the taste of sex, of manliness. There was a smell of
testosterone and cum in the air. He pulled off the sheet from the bed,
carrying it to the bathroom together with the vibrator. He dumped the sheet
in the bath, deciding he would clean it in the morning. He held the toy
under the tap, washing it clean. He returned to the room and placed it back
in the safe. He collapsed naked on the bed, on top of the duvet, and sighed
contentedly, enjoying the sense of relief he had now that he had released
all of his tension. He quickly fell asleep, his beautiful naked body
finally relaxed, his well stretched pink ass recovering from the abuse it
had just received.


Thanks for taking the time to read this. I would appreciate any feedback as
this is only my second ever story and any advice/input would be welcome.

Email: tennistales@outlook.com