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HARRY & DOUGIE PART 3 - IT'S ALL ABOUT LOO, BABY
It was the Brits aftershow party. McFly had won Best Pop Act, and deservedly so. It had been an amazing night for them in so many ways, meeting people they had always wanted to meet, getting drunk for free on expensive champagne, and of course going up to collect their first ever Brit Award. The aftershow party was a posh do in a classy five star London hotel, and the boys continued to party well into the night, along with a guest list that read like a who's who of music, and swarming with more A-list celebrities than you could shake a Brit Award at. The stars mingled, the music pumped and the champagne flowed.
Boyfriends Harry and Dougie so wanted to be all over each other, but knew better than to show their affection in public. But they were on such a high tonight they knew that they would be more than making up for it in the hotel room upstairs later.
Harry and Danny were engaged in an interesting debate with Will Young about the state of current pop music, but Harry's mind was secretly drifting off, entertaining the idea that Will might be up for a threesome sometime. After all, he was gay and him and Dougie were two fit young lads, even if he said so himself. He, Dougie and Charlie had shared several nights of passion since that first night in that room on the third floor, and now they had a taste for threesomes. Their number one choice was Danny, but they knew he was straight and there was little chance of it happening. And anyway he was their best mate, so it probably wouldn't be a good idea.
As Danny continued to discuss with Will the merits or not of Girls Aloud, Harry excused himself as he needed a piss. Dougie, who was meanwhile being bored out of his wits by a couple of over-excited teenage girls who had won tickets to be here, noticed Harry make his way towards the toilets, and excused himself and followed him.
Harry finished taking a piss and was just shaking his dick when Dougie's arms suddenly appeared around his waist.
"Hello, big boy," smiled Dougie, as he grabbed Harry's cock from out of his hands, and began thrusting his groin against Harry's arse.
"Oi! You'll get us into trouble!" chuckled Harry, as he tried to break free from Dougie's grip. But a determined Dougie continued to play with Harry's limp cock and grind into him from behind. He kissed Harry's neck, and then his jawline, and then his cheeks, and finally on the lips, the boys engaging in a brief tongue-wrestle, before Harry pulled away, this time more decisively.
"We can't do this in here!" he said, as he turned around to face his randy boyfriend. "Anyone could walk in!"
"So? We can charge them to watch," said Dougie, not giving up but pulling Harry towards him again.
"You're fuckin' wasted!" laughed Harry, actually enjoying Dougie trying to molest him.
"I can't resist you when you're in a suit," said Dougie. Both boys had a thing about suits, and Harry had to admit, seeing Dougie all suited and booted had been turning him on all night.
"Let's go up to bed," said Harry.
"I can't wait that long. I want you now!" And with that, Dougie grabbed a shocked looking Harry and pulled him into one of the cubicles, locking the door behind them.
Being in a five star hotel, the cubicle was spacious and clean, not like your average public toilet cubicle. The floor and tiled walls were gleaming white, and the toilet was immaculate and shining.
For a moment, both boys stood there facing one another, surveying each other in their sexy suits, both designer of course. Harry had gone for a red silk tie, whilst Dougie had chosen a white one, also smooth silk. Dougie's trousers were visibly tenting with his growing hard-on, and Harry's cock, still poking out of his flies, was also slowly hardening. There was a look of unmistakeable lust in their eyes, as they stepped towards each other, wrapped their arms around each other and kissed. Whether it was because they were drunk or exceptionally horny or just the fact that they were doing it in a public toilet, their kisses were somehow more passionate than usual. They wanted each other desperately and couldn't keep their hands, lips or tongues off each other. Harry's hand reached down and fumbled with Dougie's belt, finally getting it unbuckled and his trousers and boxers down. He grabbed and pulled at Dougie's hard cock, while kissing him harder still. Dougie's hand was reaching behind Harry's jacket and into his trousers, massaging and squeezing at his fleshy buttocks.
Anybody could walk into the toilets but they were way past caring. Nothing else mattered right now. Dougie pulled away from Harry and breathlessly whispered, "Fuck me, baby." With his trousers and boxers around his ankles, he bent over and spread his legs wide for Harry, who didn't need asking twice. He grabbed Harry's hips and pressed his cock against Dougie's hole, before sliding it firmly into his arse. Grabbing him tighter, he began fucking him with a steady rhythm.
"Faster, babe," pleaded Dougie. "I want it rough and hard."
This was unlike Dougie, but Harry did as he was told, pounding Dougie's sexy little arse deeper and harder and faster with every thrust. It hurt, but Dougie didn't care. The pain was just turning him on even more. He was moaning like a bitch, not caring that anybody who ventured in would hear them. Having his arse painfully ripped apart by Harry in a toilet cubicle was too much of a thrill to be worrying about anything else.
Harry was fucking Dougie so hard that he soon felt close to orgasm. "I'm gonna cum inside you, baby," he whispered, as he shot the first of his load deep inside Dougie's arse, moaning as he came.
Just then, the toilet door creaked. Someone was coming in. The boys froze, Harry still in mid-orgasm, doing his best to control his whimpering voice, as his cock kept filling Dougie's arse with its ample load. They heard the sound of footsteps approaching the cubicle door, and then stop. Then a knock on the door. Harry pulled out of Dougie and they looked at each other, wondering what the fuck to do. Their hearts were racing, they could feel the adrenaline pump through them.
"I know you're in there, boys. I saw you both go in." It was Danny's voice. The boys remained silent, a little relieved that it was Danny and not some stranger, or worse reporter.
"Open the door, it's important." The boys now looked confused. Danny surely had some idea what they were doing in there, so what could be so important? Harry unlocked the door and poked his head out. That's the head on his shoulders. Not the other one ;-) Obviously.
"Hey," he said, sheepishly, embarrassed at having been caught having sex in the toilets.
"You filthy little fuckers," Danny grinned. There was something about the way he said that in his dirty Bolton accent that made it sound so fucking sexy. Harry just grinned back at Danny, pleased that Danny was taking it in good humour.
"Can I come in?" asked Danny.
What the fuck?! thought Harry. Why on earth would Danny want to come into a cubicle he and Dougie were having sex in?? Danny barged his way in anyway. He looked quite amused at the sight of Dougie, stood there with his pants down, and Harry still fully clothed but with his cock out of his trousers, dripping with cum. Harry and Dougie surveyed Danny, who was looking just as drunk as they were, his hair all scruffy and messed up, his black silk tie loose around his neck, and one side of his shirt hanging out of his trousers. In one word, sexy.
"Charlie told me about your little threesomes," Danny said with a grin.
The boys looked shocked. "Charlie's got a big mouth!" exclaimed Dougie. "Yeah, but that big mouth has its uses," grinned Harry, and Dougie chuckled.
Ignoring their little joke, Danny continued. "He reckons you give the best blowjobs going," he said to Dougie. "But I think I need to find out for myself."
Harry and Dougie couldn't believe what they were hearing
"Are you winding us up?" asked Harry.
Danny undid his flies and pulled out his flaccid cock. Then he sat down on the toilet. "Does it look like I'm winding you up?"
This was the first time either of the boys had seen Danny's cock. It was certainly bigger than Harry had expected it to be. Well a cock being taken out of its trousers was little more than an automatic invitation to Dougie, who immediately got on his knees, put his head in between Danny's open legs and began sucking him off. Danny gave Harry a cheeky smile, and Harry grinned back at him. "You dirty little dog."
Dougie's mouth worked its usual wonders, and Danny was hard in no time, enjoying a drunken suck from his equally drunken bandmate. Harry got on his knees behind Dougie and started touching his bare arse, groping and squeezing at the flesh. He slid his hand into his crack, and Dougie moved back and spread his legs a little to give Harry better access. Soon Harry had a couple of fingers up Dougie's arse, which was still dripping with his warm cum.
Danny had the biggest smile on his face, clearly loving Dougie's work. He ran his fingers encouragingly through Dougie's hair. "Fuck, you're good."
"He swallows too," smiled Harry. "And then licks it clean."
"He likes it all over his face too, doesn't he?"
Harry laughed. "How do you know that?"
"I saw you."
"What? Saw us when?"
"That time Charlie did. Through the kitchen window. You were shooting all over Dougie's face."
Harry stopped finger-fucking Dougie, trying to take in this revelation. "You were with Charlie??"
"No, Charlie doesn't know. I was kinda watching him watching you, if you know what I mean. Shit, I'm so pissed. I wasn't even gonna tell you!" he laughed.
"You were spying on us!" exclaimed Harry.
Now even Dougie stopped sucking and looked up in disbelief at Danny, who was enjoying the looks on their faces. What Dougie didn't realise was just how close to orgasm he'd got Danny before he's stopped sucking. Taking advantage of the situation, Danny began vigorously wanking himself, and within seconds, before Dougie realised what was going on, his face became the target for Danny's shooting cock. Spurt after spurt of hot white cum splattered his pretty face, some even landing in his hair. He tried to retreat but Danny tightened his thighs around Dougie's head, locking it in place, keeping it there, as he continuted spraying his cum over Dougie's cheeks and nose and lips and chin. Harry just looked on in amusement, as Dougie struggled to break free, but Danny's grip was just too tight.
It was only when he had finished cumming that he wiped the tip of his cock over Dougie's lips and then let him go.
"You bastard!" said Dougie, sounding as annoyed as he could, even though he was secretly quite amused and impressed with Danny.
"Suits you," replied Danny, trying his best to keep from laughing. But Dougie didn't let up and gave him the coldest, dirtiest look he could muster. He just didn't realise how sexy that look was on him.
"Awww, poor baby, come here," smiled Harry, putting his lips on Dougie's, partly to comfort his boyfriend but partly for a taste of Danny's fresh cum. The boys enjoyed another French kiss, this time with Danny for audience, who stood up and watched with a smile.
Harry pulled away and looked at his sexy boyfriend with his cum-covered face and hair. "You're right," he smiled. "It does suit you."
This time, Dougie couldn't help but break into smile, as Harry rubbed the cum through his hair like gel. The scene from 'There's Something About Mary' sprang to mind. Harry then proceeded to lick the remaining cum from off Dougie's face.
"I'm sorry, mate," said Danny, and kissed Dougie on the lips. "Thanks for the blowjob. It was awesome. You might have to do it again some time."
"I'll think about it," teased Dougie.
"You do that," Danny grinned back, playing along.
"Right, we'd better get out of here," said Harry. "Before someone else comes in."
All three boys smiled at each other, as they did their trousers up. They left the cubicle, then one by one, they cautiously slipped out of the toilet and made their way back back to the party. Poor Dougie though. In all the drunken excitement, he'd forgotten to wash the cum out of his hair, and there were still drops on his face which Harry had missed. With a bit of luck, though, everyone would be too drunk to notice...
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