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HARRY & DOUGIE PART 2 – ROOM ON THE 3rd FLOOR
"CHARLIE?!" exclaimed Dougie. "Charlie saw us... doing...?" He didn't need to finish the sentence.
"Yeah," said Harry.
Good friend of the band, Charlie Simpson from Busted, had seen them through the kitchen window, getting it on on the kitchen table. So far, nobody except their bandmates Tom and Danny had known about them, and they had wanted to tell their mates in their own time. They had no idea how Charlie would react. But Harry had just found out.
Ten minutes earlier...
Harry quickly got dressed and raced down the stairs to answer the door while Dougie, the world's deepest sleeper, lay there in horny dreamland, completely oblivious.
"Alright, Chaz," a surprised looking Harry said, as he answered the door and let in his mate.
"Yeah I'm alright, dude, you?" he said, walking into the front room, seeming a little uncomfortable and looking around for signs of Dougie. "Dougie still in bed then is he?"
"Yeah, the lazy git," laughed Harry, still slightly confused about Charlie's unexpected early morning visit.
"In your bed?" asked Charlie, suspiciously.
"Um... in his bed," muttered Harry, who had no idea where this was leading. He decided to be more direct. "What are you doing here Charlie?"
"I saw you yesterday," said Charlie, looking Harry square in the eye. "You and Dougie. Doing it on the kitchen table."
Harry was shocked and very embarrassed. Telling his mates was one thing, but the thought of his mates actually seeing them at it...
"It's sick, mate," Charlie continued. " It's dirty and disgusting. I can't believe you're a couple of poofs! You and him! It's so fucking wrong!"
"I love him." Harry didn't know what else to say. "And he loves me. What's so wrong about that?"
"What's so wrong about that?!" exclaimed Charlie. "You're shagging another bloke!"
Harry was at a complete loss for words. He had no idea Charlie would react this way. He had grew up and gone to school with Charlie and he thought they were mates. There was one time they'd even got drunk and jerked each other off in bed. Oh how Harry had enjoyed that so much more than he had let on at the time. And then there were the rumours he'd heard about how Charlie loved to suck cock for money, even though he'd never believed them and had never had the nerve to mention it to him. He never imagined Charlie would be this homophobic though, he thought he would understand, but he had been wrong. And it was upsetting him.
But Charlie's rant wasn't over yet. "I don't get it. Why him? He's only 16! You're shagging a little boy!"
"He's 17," Harry corrected him. "And he is NOT a little boy!" In more ways than one, thought Harry, but thought better than to say it out loud.
"Whatever," continued Charlie. "I just think you can do so much better. You're a good looking guy, mate. There's thousands of girls that would do anything to get you into bed."
"I don't want them. I want Dougie."
Charlie looked at Harry in exasperation. He realised he was fighting a losing battle. "I give up," he sighed, and turned and left, leaving Harry stood there in disbelief and almost in tears. He felt like he was on the verge of losing one of his best mates. But at least he still had his Dougie. He went back upstairs, and by now Dougie was awake. He told him all about what Charlie had just said, and Dougie looked worried. "D'you think he'll tell anyone?"
"No, I don't think he would," Harry replied.
"I can't believe he's so pissed about it."
"Pissed OFF." Harry liked to correct Dougie's annoying little Americanisms.
"Yeah. I just don't understand why he's being like that."
"Oh well," shrugged Harry. "Fuck him."
"Um... d'you think he'll let us?" asked Dougie.
Harry looked confused for a moment before realising it was a joke.
"Don't worry, babe, we'll sort it out," Dougie smiled re-assuringly. "Now come back to bed and get your cock out! It's breakfast time and I'm hungry!"
The prospect of his morning blowjob cheered Harry up no end, he gave Harry a big snog and got back into bed, letting Harry undress him and then suck him to climax, swallowing his breakfast load as usual. The boys then went for a shower and Dougie's morning wank. The rest of the day was spent rehearsing for a big gig they were performing that night, so they decided to focus on that and put Charlie and his homophobic opinions to the back of their minds. They'd deal with him afterwards.
The show went well, and all of the Busted boys had been there to watch, even Charlie. However, he seemed to be avoiding them, as only James and Matt were there when they all met up for a drink in the hotel bar afterwards. It wasn't a late night though, as everyone was shattered, so just two drinks later, everyone decided to call it a night and go up to their rooms (on the third floor, of course). As usual, Tom and Danny got a twin room and Dougie and Harry got a family room, with a double bed and a single bed. This made it look much less suspicious, and if anyone asked, the official line was that Harry didn't like single beds, and could only sleep comfortably in a double bed. It was Danny that had come up with this idea, which Harry and Dougie thought was genius.
They were too tired to fuck that night so they fell asleep in each other's arms, still fully dressed. Or at least Dougie fell asleep in Harry's, out like a light, but now that he had time to think again, the conversation with Charlie was still pressing on Harry's mind, keeping him awake. But then the more he thought about it, the more he decided it didn't matter, he and Dougie loved each other and had each other and that was all that mattered. Who cared what anyone else thought. He looked at Dougie, lying there peacefully asleep, snoring ever so slightly, looking so cute and sweet. He couldn't believe that this hot little stud was all his. To do whatever the fuck he wanted with. Now there was a thought. He felt a stirring in his boxers. His cock wanted action. He lifted the covers to reveal Dougie's still fully dressed body. He was feeling horny as fuck, but knew Dougie was tired so didn't want to wake him. He pulled Dougie's T-shirt up to his chest and feasted his eyes on that smooth body. Those cute little nipples. That perfect six pack. That faintest of treasure trails disappearing into his jeans. Even though he got to see it every single day, he just couldn't get enough of it. Looking down at his crotch, he noticed Dougie was bulging. He must be hard. He wondered what he was dreaming about, the horny little bastard. He unbuckled Dougie's belt and one by one undid the buttons of his jeans, slowly and silently. Dougie didn't stir. It wasn't easy but he managed to get Dougie's jeans down to his ankles and now he could clearly see the outline of Dougie's erection through his tight boxers. Mmmm. Feeling like a naughty schoolboy, he ran his fingers over it, giving it the occasional squeeze. Dougie still didn't flinch. Slowly, Harry unbuttoned the buttons on Dougie's boxers and pulled out his cock. It looked just as tasty as ever. Suddenly, Harry had a naughty idea. He reached for his phone and took a picture of Dougie's hard cock poking out of his boxers. He giggled. He was going to use it as his screensaver.
There was a knock on the door. Harry looked confused. Who could it be at this time of night? He pulled the covers back over Dougie and went to answer it. Charlie was stood there, dressed in his trademark black suit. White shirt, black tie, smart trousers. He looked great in it. In fact, for the first time, it occurred to Harry that Charlie was pretty damn FIT. Shame he was such a homophobic arsehole.
They stood facing each other in an awkward silence. Charlie gave Harry a faint smile, and Harry opened the door, inviting him in. Charlie looked around the room, at the empty single bed and Dougie asleep on one side of the double bed.
"Nice trick," remarked Charlie.
"Danny's idea," said Harry.
"So they know then?"
"Danny and Tom know. No one else does. You haven't said anything to anyone, have you?"
"Of course not."
Charlie sat down on the bed, next to the sleeping Dougie. "Why him?" he asked.
Harry looked at Dougie and smiled. "Look at him. He's gorgeous. And he's funny. And he's great. I don't know why you've got such a problem with it."
Harry noticed Charlie was looking a little upset.
"It's... just a bit of a shock, that's all," replied Charlie quietly.
"Remember that time at school?" Harry asked. "What we did under the covers."
"We were drunk," said Charlie, looking embarrassed.
"It was good though, wasn't it? Playing with each other."
Charlie didn't answer, but the smile on his face said it all.
Things were beginning to click in Harry's mind. Charlie's reaction. Charlie's comments. Charlie's attitude towards the whole thing. Putting all this together, things were suddenly starting to make sense.
"You're not homophobic at all, are you?" asked Harry. "It's not that you've got a problem with. It's Dougie, isn't it?"
Charlie was impressed that Harry had worked it out so quickly. "I just don't get what you see in him. You can do so much better than him."
Harry now knew exactly what Charlie meant. He sat down on the bed next to Charlie. "Like you, for example?"
Charlie wasn't expecting Harry to be so frank. But they both knew he was right. Charlie wanted Harry. Everything he had said had been out of pure jealousy. Seeing them fucking in the kitchen yesterday had made him sick. Sick with jealousy. He wanted it to have been him with Harry. He resented Dougie for it.
Without waiting for Charlie to reply, Harry leaned forward and planted a kiss on Charlie's lips. "Is this what you want?"
Charlie's response was to grab Harry and kiss him hard. He had been waiting to do this for years. He ran his hands slowly and softly up and down Harry's body, desperately wanting every inch of it. Harry ran one hand through Charlie's hair, the other one caressing the soft skin of his neck and jawline as they kissed passionately. Harry lifted the covers and gently eased Charlie down on to the bed, so that he was lying side by side with the still sleeping Dougie, blissfully unaware of what was going on around him. Harry got on top of Charlie and they continued snogging, as Harry dug his crotch into Charlie's, both boys clearly able to feel the other's hard-on. Charlie couldn't believe his luck, but wondered how on earth this was gonna work with Dougie asleep next to them. But Harry knew exactly what he was doing. Charlie was a mate, a decidedly fit one at that, and he was gonna enjoy having sex with him. But it was all about horny lust, whereas with Dougie it was all about love. And anyway, it wasn't as if Dougie wasn't going to be part of it. They had talked about a threesome before, so Harry knew that Dougie was well up for it. As they continued to snog and grind into each other, Harry slid his hand across to Dougie, gently rubbing his body, moving down to touch his exposed cock, checking it was still hard - which it predictably was. He squeezed Dougie's cock and now he stirred slightly. It was time for a wake-up kiss. Pulling away from Charlie's lips, he lent over and put his lips over Dougie's. Dougie responded immediately by sticking his tongue into Harry's mouth - almost as if he'd been awake the whole time, ready for Harry's kiss... which, unbeknown to Harry, he actually had.
Charlie looked across and felt a little awkward at the two of them kissing. Harry must have sensed this, as he moved his hand up to Charlie's face and put his finger in his mouth for him to suck on, so as not to make him feel neglected. Charlie sucked eagerly, as Harry moved away from Dougie's lips and licked all over his face. God, he loved licking that face. Dougie turned to face Charlie, smiling at the sight of him, all suited up and lying next to him, with his boyfriend on top of him, who was currently leant over nibbling on his earlobe, which Harry knew he loved.
Charlie was sucking hard on Harry's finger, and Harry was loving this unusual but highly erotic sensation. He would have to remember it for him and Dougie to try some time. Harry continued to lick his way across Dougie's face and then down to his neck and shoulders, kissing, licking and sucking on his soft tender skin. Dougie leant across and kissed Charlie's lips. Harry withdrew his finger from Charlie's mouth, so that Dougie could move in and replace it with his tongue. Suddenly, Charlie didn't hate Dougie any more, and he kissed the randy little teenager with as much passion and lust as he had Harry. They kissed each other's lips and sucked each other's tongues. Harry sat up, enjoying the horny sight of Charlie and Dougie getting off with each other. He touched both of their faces as the kissed, then ran his hands through their hair. Finally, he decided he wanted a piece of the action and joined the two boys for a horny three-way kiss, while rubbing Charlie's hard cock through his trousers.
"Dougie gives the best blowjobs," Harry whispered to Charlie. "Wanna try one?"
Without even waiting for a response from Charlie, Dougie unzipped Charlie's trousers and pulled out his thick manhood, stroking the hard shaft and squeezing the head, which was already slightly moist with precum. Within seconds, he had slid down the bed and was expertly sucking Charlie off, his lips and tongue working wonders on that cock. Meanwhile, Harry played with Charlie's big hairy balls, massaging them softly in between his fingers. Charlie moaned with delight, and Harry grinned at the look on his face, he could tell he was loving the joint attention of two hot studs.
Harry unzipped his own jeans and pulled them down to his knees, before sitting on Charlie's chest and rubbing his cock through his boxers in front of Charlie's face. Charlie licked his lips at the sight of Harry's impressively large bulge, which Harry proceeded to thrust in his face, Charlie's mouth desperately trying to get at that cock. Putting Charlie out of his misery, Harry pulled his boxers down, and his hard cock sprang up, slapping Charlie in the face. They both laughed, and then Harry pressed his cock on Charlie's lips, forcing it into his mouth. Charlie started sucking, and instantly Harry knew that those rumours about Charlie's cock-sucking days weren't just rumours. He knew damn well how to suck cock. Fuck, he was almost as good as Dougie.
But only almost. Charlie was getting such a great blowjob from Dougie, he couldn't hold back any longer and, just as Dougie had hoped, he came in Dougie's mouth, Harry's cock in his mouth stifling his moans. Keeping a watertight grip around Charlie's shaft, Dougie swallowed all of Charlie's juicy offerings, not letting a single drop go to waste.
"Told you he was good, didn't I?" Harry smiled at Charlie, who just nodded and kept sucking, eager to give as good a blowjob as he'd just got. Dougie sat up next to Harry and they snogged, Harry enjoying the salty taste of Charlie-cum from Dougie's mouth. As Charlie kept sucking, Harry and Dougie stripped each other of their tops, and Charlie eagerly got an eyeful of their sexy toned bodies. Harry noticed Charlie gawping, and as much as he was enjoying Charlie sucking his cock, he could see he wanted to play with their bodies.
He took his cock out of Charlie's mouth, lay down on the bed and pulled Dougie down next to him, putting his arm around his boyfriend's shoulders. "Wanna play with us, Charlie?"
Charlie got up, still fully dressed in his suit, with the exception of his cock poking out of his trousers. He pulled both boys' jeans and boxers right off, so that they were laid there naked and hard. He positioned himself with one knee in between each of their legs, and for a moment sat there admiring these two naked young hunks, with their perfect, sexy, toned bodies, lying in each other's arms. They looked so sweet together, and were clearly so in love, that Charlie now felt bad for having been so jealous. He was happy for them, and even happier that he was getting to play with them. He touched their bodies, slowly rubbing his hands up and down their chests and stomachs, enjoying the feel of their smooth warm skin. His hands moved down, stroking their thighs and caressing their pubic areas, before starting to fondle their balls and their hard throbbing cocks. Being touched by the same guy was making Harry and Dougie hornier than ever, and they started to engage in another passionate snog, their lips and tongues all over each other's, while Charlie's cock-fondling turned into full blown wanking. Gripping their cocks hard in each hand, he wanked them together in rhythm. Through their snogging, he could hear them moan with the pleasure he was giving them, and he wanked them harder and faster. Wouldn't it be great, he thought, if he could make them both cum at the same time? Whether it was co-incidence, or whether these lovers were so close to each other that they actually could time their orgasms simultaneously, Charlie didn't know, but that's exactly what happened.
There was nothing Charlie liked better than the sight of an ejaculating cock, and watching both of these cocks shoot their hot creamy loads together, over their respective chests and stomachs, was just out of this world. Spurt after spurt of the white stuff shot uncontrollably out of their cocks and landed on their bodies, and Charlie was more than impressed at how much these guys could shoot.
"Cheers Charlie, that was fuckin' awesome, man," Harry said.
"Yeah, it was," Dougie agreed.
Charlie grinned at the compliment. "Thanks guys. I'm glad I came now." And then he chuckled at his own non-intentional pun. "Well, I suppose I'd better get going."
Dougie whispered something in Harry's ear, and Harry grinned back at him, before turning to Charlie. "Oh no you don't, mate. We haven't finished with you yet."
"Actually," smiled Dougie. "We haven't even started with you."
Before Charlie could say anything, they both grabbed him and threw him down on the bed, sandwiched in between them both, and then proceeded to strip him.
Charlie knew he couldn't leave now, even if he wanted to. He lay there with a huge grin on his face, while Harry and Dougie undressed him. This was gonna be a night he would never forget. And nor would his poor virgin arse. Fuck it, he thought. Literally. His arse was theirs.