USUAL DISCLAIMER: This fictitious story is just that: fiction. It sadly does not reflect the true sexualities (as far as I know) of the fabulously talented band, Busted. If you're American and haven't heard of them, you can buy their brilliant self-titled album from Amazon.co.uk or something like that, or hell, probably even download some tracks for free. Not that I condone that, of course. I recommend "Britney" and "You Said No." PS. This story mentions a school in England. I have never been to the aforementioned school, and I'm sure stuff mentioned in this story does not REALLY go on there. (Yeah, Right).
- Don't read this if you're underage or if it's illegal cos your local government's backwards. 2) Don't read this if guy/guy sex offends you. 3) Be safe -- rubber up.
"You can call me crazy" said Charlie, exasperated as he explained what he just seen to Matt. "But I know what I saw." The 18-year-old had just walked in on his bandmate James shagging another boy their age and had fled the scene after being sprung watching them.
"You ARE crazy, mate; guys just don't do that stuff with other guys. Not in the real world anyways. You must have seen them mopping up a spilt drink or something... James isn't queer!" The oldest of the group, Matt was currently sporting bottle-blonde spikes on a bed of black roots. Since they were winding down after the gig, his nooky ass was left hanging out of the top of his loose jeans, unchecked in his boxers. He had been lying on the bed watching a movie, but as Charlie had burst in with his revelation, had sat bolt upright at the news.
"Well...it doesn't necessarily make him queer..." Charlie trailed off...
"Does in my book, mate! What do you mean?"
"Well, it's just that, what about prison? Guys do guys there but they're not gay. And...boarding schools..." Charlie was looking at the ground now, his bushy eyebrows hiding his eyes from Matt's view.
"But we're not prisoners, OR public schoolboy..." Matt stopped when something in his mind clicked -- he himself had been to a modest Molesey comprehensive, but Charlie... Charlie had gone to a posh public school himself! "Mate...what are you saying?"
"Don't get me wrong, I just mean that sometimes if you're separated from girls and girlfriends for a long time...you look for ways around the problem." At "problem", Charlie gestured to his trousers, an Armani pair which he complimented with a hot pink shirt and black tie, all still sweaty from the gig. "Some people say if you're not doing something with another girl, it's not cheating..."
Matt couldn't believe what he was hearing; one of his best mates was practically admitting that he'd screwed around with other guys! He'd always been more distant from Charlie than James, their backgrounds being so different, but he'd never expected this revelation from him. The news was almost as much as a shock to his system as the initial story about James. James had always been "sensitive" -- if he'd gone to school with Mattie he'd probably have good naturedly called him "poof" or something, he could understand it more from James...but Charlie seemed all man. His deep voice, pretty-but-rugged good looks and domineering height made him an unlikely gay, so Matt was stunned. "Spell it out for me...I don't want to assume anything here, Charlie."
"I've messed around before. When there's not girls around...anyone's fist is better than your own, and reciprocating-" Charlie noted the blank look on Matt's face "-doing it back to the other guy -- is a small price to pay for a good cum."
Matt stared on, stunned. While Charlie had been talking Matt's hand had absent-mindedly dropped down to the low crotch of his own jeans. What he had found there was a surprise -- he was hard, and he didn't know how or why.
"The rules are simple," Charlie continued. "You don't talk about it to anyone else unless you've done stuff with them too, and you never call it "gay" -- it's just two (or more) lads messing around cos they're horny." Chazwick's memories of his time at Uppingham and his school before that were making him horny, too. His hardness was becoming visible inside the flimsy cloth of the trousers.
"What else happened?" Matt was transfixed, idly rubbing his cock through his boxers.
"Well, if you could find a genuinely gay guy you were set! They love nothing better than giving blowjobs, and often didn't want anything more than a wank in return. I'll tell you something; I love girls and I'm not gay, but ladies just can't give head like guys can."
An awkward silence followed. Charlie was worried that he had told his band mate and friend too much, and was also lost in happy memories of the horny fun he had had in his youth. Matt was contemplating the news Charlie had just dumped on him, and contemplating the possibilities! If what Charlie was doing wasn't gay AND wasn't cheating, then what was to stop him doing it? He had a girlfriend, true, but their hectic conflicting schedules made seeing her difficult, and seeing her long enough to get some action near impossible. Also, he was INCREDIBLY horny, and seeing the lump in Charlie's trousers wasn't helping his situation any.
Charlie sat on the bed next to Matt. Both stared ahead, not sure what to do next. They had been a long way together, along with James, but this was uncharted territory and neither completely trusted the other that this wasn't some kind of huge prank.
Finally Matt spoke, his voice husky with lust. "So are we gonna do this then?"
Charlie didn't say anything, didn't even look at Matt. He simply stood up, undid his black belt and let the smart trousers fall to his ankles. All that was left was his tight black elasticated boxers to hide an impressive 7+inch cock, pulsing and pointing and 45 degrees away from his body.
Matt took a deep breath and stood, his wide-waisted trousers falling down without any need of assistance. His boxers were plain cotton, with a checked pattern. It meant that his bulge was more restricted and therefore less obvious, but there was doubting that he was as turned on as Charlie. They turned to face each other, making eye contact for the first time in about 15 minutes. Matt grinned and, taking Charlie by surprise, went to pull down his own boxers but faked at the last minute and pulled down Charlie's instead.
"You bastard!" said Charlie, laughing, the uncomfortable tension broken. He lunged at Matt, pushing him onto the bed, and in doing so pulled down his underwear. There was another pause as both took in the new sights in front of them.
Matt's cock was shorter than Charlie's, but fatter and uncircumcised. It stuck straight out, a pale contrast from the nest of black hairs surrounding it, maybe just under 7 inches. Charlie had seen many bigger and smaller than this in his time, but this was something different, the member of the guy he had spent nearly the last two years with and had never seen. Matt's eyes, meanwhile, were bulging out of their sockets. Before him stood a beautiful, tanned and smooth cock, bigger than his own, but not grotesquely or comically so. It stood almost upright, circumcised which was a surprise, and leaking precum. It curved upwards slightly so that with each heartbeat Charlie's spongy head would brush his bellybutton, leaving a trail of slime between the two.
Matt was transfixed and automatically reached out to touch the thing of beauty in front of him -- no longer did he think about the beatings he would get from his friends back home in Molesey, it was all about the here and now. Charlie moaned as Matt wrapped his hands around the thick shaft and reached out to do the same to Matt. He worked Matt's loose skin over the top of his helmet again and again, jacking him off quickly and efficiently. Matt was a little less skilled than Charlie, the new angle put him off and Charlie's cock was the first cut schlong he had seen. Charlie was also leaking huge amount of precum, a new experience for Matt. Still, he seemed to be doing something right as Charlie started bucking into his hands.
Matt was now lying on the bed, with Charlie straddling his knees above him. They were in a perfect position for pumping each other's hard tools, while keeping a suitably "manly" distance from each other.
Charlie was enjoying this; he hadn't been with a boy in a long time, and Matt's inexperience did not seem to matter since the grasp of another boy was still 100 times more proficient than the fumbling yanks of a teenaged girl fan. Yes, pussy was another thing, but when it came to whacking off, men just knew what to do together. He ground into Mattie's fist, breathing heavily, his eyes rolling back into his head. Below him, Matt was doing the same, under Charlie's faster but shallower pumps. He could feel himself getting close, but he was worried about what should happen -- did Charlie used to cum on his friend's hands? Or did he warn them to stop and then finish himself off? As he thought this, Charlie's hand gripped him more tightly and he was sent over the edge into oblivion as his stomach muscles tightened up and he let out an involuntary "Shit!" He pumped three, four, five times into Charlie's grip, shooting onto his hand and over his belly. As he came, he unconsciously grasped Charlie extra hard, and pushed and pulled as he thrashed out of control. This was enough for Charlie who now threw his head back and ground up against Matt's softening cock as he spurted. The angle of his cock was such that his cum just went to join Matt's puddle on Matt's belly, but the spurts were so strong that they went up to his nipples, which were still going up and down in time with Matt's laboured breathing.
They paused to get their breath back, the two of them still on a lusty high, not yet burdened by the embarrassment of what they'd done, in their post-orgasmic glow. Each released the other's softening cock and wiped their cummy hands on the bedsheet below them.
"Now that's what I call a show," came a voice from the other single bed in the room. Unbeknownst to them, James had come in and sat down, with his lover from downstairs. They sat, hand in hand, on the bed, watching Matt and Charlie frantically get back into their clothes, Matt pausing before pulling his T-shirt down, wincing as the cold cum spread across his skin and made the T-shirt stick to him. "Don't hurry on our accounts lads," said James, this time a smirk on his face. "After all, Charlie's already seen me now haven't you mate?" The bashful, shy James was gone, he had a power over them now that he hadn't had before -- they'd done the same things he had, they were no different! "I think it's time we had a talk, don't you?" He changed positions on the bed, sitting on the side of it while he could back up into his lover's arms.
Jamie rested his head on James's shoulder, watching the other two with a shocked look on his face; he had never expected this! Taking the shift at the hotel that night was possibly the best thing he had done to his life, and he hadn't even know how it would turn out! "Well," he thought to himself. "At least I know they wont forget me!"
TO BE CONTINUED?