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This story is a work of pure fiction. Nothing in this story should be taken to imply that any of McFly are gay (as much as you'd like them to be!) I don't know anything about their true sexualities.
Thanks to Simon for providing the inspiration for this story!
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PART 1 - DOUGIE & HARRY
Harry had Dougie pinned against the wall, his boyfriend's hard cock firmly gripped in his hand, and Dougie knew that when Harry had him like this, everything was beyond his control. His head was tilted back against the wall, his eyes closed and with the faintest but sweetest of smiles on his face. Harry could happily stare at that face all day. He was the most gorgeous guy he had ever set eyes on, and still had to sometimes pinch himself to believe that not only was he in a band with this hunk, but they were best mates and lovers too.
He let go of Dougie's erection for a moment, still lost in that smile, and waited... as soon as Dougie's eyes opened to find out why Harry's hand wasn't where it should be, Harry pounced, smacking his lips back onto Dougie's, tasting his lips, their tongues flicking playfully against each other. Harry pushed his body hard against Dougie, trapping that aching cock in between them, knowing full well what this did to Dougie, who had possibly the most sensitive penis in the world, and any pressure against it drove him wild beyond belief. He grabbed his arse cheeks and pulled him even closer, making sure to press hard against that cock and Dougie responded by grabbing him tighter and kissing him even harder and more desperately.
"Let's go upstairs babe," moaned Dougie, barely able to get the words out.
"No," replied Harry firmly, a cheeky glint in his eye. He grabbed Dougie by the cock and gently pulled him towards the kitchen table. They had only recently moved into the flat and although they had christened most rooms, they kitchen had yet to bear witness to any of their horny love-making.
The boys smiled at each other expectantly, and Harry lifted Dougie up on to the kitchen table, where he sat as Harry slowly stripped him of all his clothes. First off were the trainers and socks, then the trousers and boxers, which were already down to his ankles, now falling to the floor in a clumsy heap, and finally the T-shirt, swiftly off over his head, leaving the sexy 16-year-old sat on the kitchen table wearing nothing but a cheeky smile, his legs spread wide and his beautiful hard-on sticking proudly up into the air. Harry took a step back, surveying this stunning specimen of teenager, while he quickly undressed himself.
"Have I ever told ya how sexy you are?" he said.
Dougie chuckled, a little embarrassed. "No," he lied. "I think you need to tell me now."
A now naked Harry joined his bandmate and lover on the desktop, and looked into his eyes. "Dougie," he whispered. "You are one sexy fucker."
"I know," came the cheeky reply, but they were all the words he could get out, as the boys were once again clinched in a hot French kiss. Harry's hand wandered down Dougie's silky smooth body, pausing to tweak his hardening nipples, but quickly found its ultimate target - that throbbing seven inches of hard teen cock meat. Taking it expertly in his hands, he started wanking it the way Dougie knew only Harry could.
Now Dougie didn't mind his cock being sucked, but more than anything, he loved being jerked off. Harry, on the other hand, loved nothing more than a good blowjob, and every morning when they woke, Dougie would suck Harry off in bed, and Harry would in turn toss Dougie off in the shower. They would then do the same at night, before falling asleep in each other's arms. (Except for the one time Dougie was so shattered from a gig that night, that he literally fell asleep on the job, Harry's cock still in his mouth, bless him!) And then every now and again, when the boys were feeling adventurous, they would even get up to some horny mischief outside of the flat, disappearing together into the toilets after an interview in a hotel, or fondling each other under the table in a restaurant, and once Dougie surprised Harry by getting his cock out while they were stuck in traffic in Harry's beloved Clio. They enjoyed anal sex too but never liked to rush it, and their busy schedules only occasionally allowed them the time to engage in it. But they didn't mind too much, as it made it all the more special when they did fuck the brains out of each other.
But back on the kitchen table on this steamy afternoon, and Dougie had just shot a copious cum load all over his firm, smooth stomach. Harry sometimes liked to lick it clean, but on this occasion, he was quite content just rubbing it playfully around Dougie's stomach, working it in to the skin like massage oil.
"I'm hungry, Harry, got anything to feed me?"
Dougie spoke the words so innocently that it took Harry a moment to realise what he meant. This deceptive innocence was one of the things that Harry loved about him. As sweet, polite and innocent as he came across on the outside, Harry knew that on the inside he was just a filthy, randy, cock-loving teenager.
Harry perched himself gently on Dougie's chest, while Dougie helped himself to a serving of Harry-meat, sucking deftly away on the now comfortingly familiar eight-inch cock.
As he sucked, Dougie could have sworn that out of the corner of his eye he saw a figure moving about at the window, but thought that then again maybe he just imagined it. Either way, he chose to ignore it at that moment and concentrate on the task in hand... or, more literally, in mouth. He was too busy enjoying his daily dose of Harry cock to worry about anything else. Harry's was the first cock Dougie had sucked but he had taken to it like a natural. He loved that big organ in his mouth and always eagerly anticipated those tasty first few drops of precum, knowing they were just a teasing appetiser for the main course. Sometimes Harry would shoot straight into Dougie's mouth and let him swallow all his juicy cum, and sometimes he would withdraw in time and shoot his load over Dougie's pretty face. Today he felt like going for the latter option, and he just managed to retract his cock in time to produce a load big enough to rival Dougie's, decorating his face with the creamy white spunk.
With cum all over his face, Dougie always felt like a dirty whore, but he was Harry's whore, to do with as he pleased. And right now, what Harry wanted to do was lick the cum off his face, every so often stopping to feed it into Dougie's mouth. This was concluded with another extended snog, after which the boys went up to shower together, Dougie's cock dutifully springing up again for its regular shower wank.
The next morning, Dougie awoke alone. Slightly worried, he looked around for signs of where Harry might be, and then he heard the sound of the front door closing, followed by familiar footsteps up the stairs, and then Harry, already fully dressed, appeared through the bedroom door.
"Who was that at this time of the morning?" muttered Dougie.
Harry had a concerned look on his face, and Dougie could tell that there was something the matter.
"What's up babe?" asked Dougie, his voice now taking on a more serious tone.
"He knows," said Harry quietly.
Dougie looked at him, confused. "What?"
"He saw us."
"Who saw us?"
"Yesterday, through the kitchen window."
"Who?!"
(to be continued...)
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