Calvin arrived in America. He didn't know what he was going to do or whom he was going to speak to. His plans were simply to see the sites. At that moment room service knocked on the door.
"Message for Mr Goldspink. There is a taxi outside awaiting your presence sir. It has been ordered by management to entertain you for today."
Calvin was surprised that the record company had gone to such lengths for him but he wasn't going to argue. He got dressed as he was only clothed in his tight CK boxers. He left the hotel in his customary tight shirt and jeans. The taxi was driving for a while; he saw many sights along the way until the taxi turned into a television studio. The taxi pulled up and heard the driver say something about Malcolm in the Middle.
The director of the show who seemed quite nice met him at the door.
"So you're Calvin Goldspink, it good to meet you."
"Yeah it's great to be hear, is it okay if I speak to Frankie and the others."
"Of course, they'll just be in their dressing rooms."
Calvin made his way towards the dressing rooms. He knocked on the door of Frankie Muniz's dressing room.
"Would you just Fuck Off and leave me in peace." Calvin was taken aback. Frankie always seemed so nice on the telly both in looks and personality. Calvin walked further down the hallway. The next dressing room was Justin Berfield's. If there was anyone Calvin loved as much as he loved Aaron it was Justin Berfield. Calvin stood at the door ready to knock but he just couldn't do it. After Frankie had been so harsh to him, he would be devastated if Justin were the same. At that moment the door swung open.
"Erik finally I've... who are you? Wait I know you you're that British popstar aren't you?"
"Errr yeah I am."
"Hi I'm Justin and you're Calvin..."
"Goldspink"
"Goldspunk"
"No no Goldspink."
"I know. Come in have a seat. So what brings you to America?"
"I just wanna get away and relax, you know what it's like all work and no play."
"Yeah. Sometimes I just want to go far far away and return when I feel like it. So do you want a drink? I got water, coke or bacardi but only the weak ones cos I can't be drunk on stage."
"Yeah I'll have a bacardi." Justin walked over to the fridge and took out two bacardis.
"So what's England like as a country I mean I hear it's a really nice place from Frankie. I mean I was going to go there later this year. Actually can I stay with you while I'm out there cos I hate having to stay in a hotel full of strangers."
"Well, I'd have to ask my mum but I think she'd say yes."
There was a knock at the door.
"Come in. Hi Erik finally I've been waiting. You know how long since I last shot. Last time I saw you. Anyway this is Calvin. He's British."
"Justin I can't do it now with him in the room."
"Sure you can and you can offer him as well."
Calvin was confused as to what they were talking about.
"Erik please. I've got to go on in ten minutes, just a quick one."
"Okay fine." Erik sighed.
A huge smile spread across Justin's face and he winked at Calvin. Erik walked towards Justin who unbuttoned his jeans. Erik pulled down Justin's boxers and put his limp dick into his mouth. Calvin watched wide-eyed and aroused as the cute Erik Per Sullivan was blowing Justin Berfield. Erik did this nearly everytime they met for another recording. Justin had his right hand on the back of Erik's head pushing it further and further onto his now throbbing cock. Calvin was also throbbing and he desperately wanted to touch himself but he couldn't in front of two relative strangers. Justin continued to pound Erik's face until he said he was going to cum. Erik pulled off and Justin continued until he shot into one of his old shirts he was holding.
"Thanks Erik. I really needed that. He doesn't swallow," he said to Calvin who was still in shock at what he had seen.
"Does Frankie still need to or not?"
"I don't know you'll have to ask him. Anyway thanks bro."
Justin saw the look still plastered on Calvin's face.
"Oh come on you wouldn't say yes if a guy offered you a blowjob?"
"Well I would but..."
"What's the problem then?"
"I just never expected you to be gay. I mean Justin Berfield."
"Have you got a problem with that or something."
"No, no, I'm just shocked that's it."
"When we've finished I can get Erik to blow you as well. Trust me he is good."
"JUSTIN COME ON WE'RE READY FOR YOUR SEEN NOW."
"OKAY BE THERE IN A MINUTE. You gonna stick around and watch?"
"Sure."
They returned to the canteen after they had finished. It was just the three Wilkerson brothers. Both Bob Cranston and Jane Kaczarmek had gone to their own dressing rooms.
"Well what are you guys doing for the rest of the day?" Frankie asked.
"Nothing."
"Nothing."
"Well I got nothing to do either you all wanna come to my trailer?"
"Yeah sure, but can Calvin come?"
"Who?"
"Calvin didn't you see him. He is that sexy British popstar kid. He's a really nice guy."
"Oh shit. I think I might have yelled at him earlier. I thought he was another journalist. Yeah sure I might need to apologise to him."
Justin returned to his dressing room where Calvin was waiting.
"Come on we're going to Frankie trailer."
"What no he told me to fuck off earlier."
"Yeah he told me about that just come on."
They left for Frankie's trailer Calvin was nervous. He wasn't sure why he agreed to go but he went along anyway. Justin opened the door to the trailer.
"Hey guys."
"Hi."
Frankie stood up and walked over to Calvin.
"Look man I'm really sorry about earlier I thought you were someone else."
Calvin felt so much better. They all sat down on the sofas laughing and joking.
"You know hat would make this better? I bit of alcohol right Calvin?"
Frankie looked at Justin then proceeded to his own private mini bar hidden under his bed. His own parents didn't even know about it and they had both visited his trailer. He brought out 4 beers and tossed one to Justin, Calvin and Erik.
"You drink Calvin?"
"Yeah I have the odd beer with Aaron."
"Who's Aaron?"
"Aaron is my bandmate from S Club 8."
"Oh. He's that other sexy one isn't he?" Frankie looked at Justin a little shocked.
"You said you only loved me."
"I said that to try and get you into bed."
"I'm hurt, truly hurt."
"Ah please. The way you turned me down. Justin you're a great friend but I'm never gonna love a man, I'm never gonna have sex with a man, not even you. That hurt."
"I was just trying not to hurt your feelings."
"Well you did a very bad job of it."
The quartet continued drinking. Luckily it was the last and not the first day of filming as each of them was nearly unable to stand.
"So Calvin what brings you to America?"
"I just wanted to relax. Get away from work in England. Maybe have a bit of fun."
"What kind of fun?" Justin was hopeful.
"Well actually is was hoping to have some good fun." Calvin moved closer to Justin. "You know what I'm talking about."
They were so close together they could smell the alcohol on each other's breathes. Calvin grabbed Justin's head and kissed him on the lips. Frankie and Erik looked on gob-smacked. Their good friend Justin was there in front of them kissing another guy. Justin was groping around taking a handful of Calvin's ass. The two of them continued taking no notice of the others around them. Justin had pulled Calvin's jeans down to his ankles and was trying to push down his boxers. Calvin helped him out pushing them down. Justin went straight for his cock. Taking Calvin's entire dick in his mouth. Frankie looked on completely engrossed in what was going on in front of him. Erik was totally aroused and wanted to join in. Justin continued to suck on Calvin while Calvin tried to unbutton his jeans. Justin's huge boner made it difficult for Calvin to get his trousers and underwear off. As he got them off he pushed Justin off his cock and lay on the sofa. Justin knew straight away what Calvin wanted and he obliged. Justin leaned in and licked Calvin's hole. Calvin loved it. Justin finished at Calvin's hole and placed his dick at the hole. In one slow movement he pushed his cock in. Calvin was used to the pain so it didn't hurt as much. Justin moved in and out of Calvin's hot hole. Both of them had that feeling of ecstasy. Erik couldn't hold it anymore. He pulled down his trousers and walked over to the pair of fucking teens. Justin rolled them onto their side and Erik moved to the front of them. He slowly pushed himself onto Calvin's dick. The three of them were now moving to Justin's rhythm. Frankie was feeling left out and wanted to do something. He thought to himself he was drunk enough to use that as an excuse. The three of them were now all kneeling on Frankie's sofa, which he made a mental note to burn afterwards. Justin was pumping harder and harder. Calvin was feeling so good, his hole was being stretched ever so slightly and his prostate was being tickled. On the other side his cock was being covered by the extra tight virgin hole of Erik who had such a soft bum. Justin couldn't take it anymore more. He shot his second load of the day up Calvin's ass. Calvin went a couple of seconds later shooting a full load of white cum into Erik's soft ass. Justin and Calvin were finished but Erik wasn't. Frankie walked over and took Erik's cock in his mouth. He sucked Erik's pole, which was growing plenty of hairs at the base. Frankie wasn't used to doing this but knew basically what to do as Erik had done it for him plenty of times. Erik loved it.
"Frankie I'm cumming." Frankie just continued to suck Erik's cock until the boy exploded shooting his cum down the throat of Frankie Muniz. Justin looked on amazed at what he was seeing. Frankie wasn't gay but he was drinking Erik Per Sullivan's cum.
Justin and Calvin slept that night together on the sofa. Erik slept on the other sofa and Frankie slept in his huge king-size bed. As for Calvin's hotel room that was empty but the hotel wasn't worried cos well it was still paid for.