My night with Mytown

My Night with Mytown By Calguy

AUTHORS NOTE: Hello everyone. Well, I'm diving back into the world of boy-bands again with this new story. If you haven't read it yet, I highly recommend you check out Banging B-rok, my first Nifty story and the original Boy Band story. Also feel free to check out "Jughead Comes Out" and "Up Dawsons Crack" in Celebs, as well as "Security Blues" in the beginnings section. The following is a story about Mytown, a Irish pop group that is just starting to break into the pop market in North America. Their official website is www.mytown.ie, so check that out so you can get and idea of what they are like :) This is however not to imply that any members of mytown are gay. Feel free to e-mail me at Calguy19@hotmail.com, find me on AOL IM as CalguyJC, or on MSN messenger as Calguy19. I like getting comments and e-mails. Thanks to Nifty for supporting my work and giving me a way to put my product out on the net. It only strengthens my writing ability to be able to be published like this, and to get the feedback I get from the fans. Without Nifty a lot of young authors wouldn't have a place to publish some really great work, and who knows, maybe someday a author from here will be published "Mainstream". A large portion of this story is true. I'll leave it up to you to figure out where reality ends and fiction begins :)

J.

Walking through the nearly deserted department store, I followed the unmistakable sound of thousands of pubescent females screaming. In a matter of moments I found the center court of the local mall, surrounded by a mass of 13 year old feminine humanity.

"Christ I feel out of place, why do I bother coming to these things?" I asked myself as I struggled my way around. When I finally got a good look at what I had come for, I realized why I kept fighting throngs of teenyboppers to attend these shows, 4 incredibly cute guys sitting on a stage, 2 with guitars, singing a acoustic number. Marc Sheehan, Paul Walker, Terry Daly and Danny O'Donoghue. Yes, this was definitely the reason I was here. I had only just recently discovered the band, having seen their video "Party all night." Although very similar to well, every other boy band video ever aired, the guys struck me as being hot. It wasn't until a few days later when I saw an interview on TV with them and heard their oh-so-sexy Irish accents that I began to feel the same lust I get over members of bands like 98 degrees and nsync. I've always been a sucker for accents, although mostly English and Australian ones, an Irish accent is pretty damn sexy too. Watching them on the TV I knew that they had the potential to be another new favorite band. What really amazed me however was when they picked up instruments and played a song acoustic. I discovered that they wrote and played their own songs, so now not only was there an attraction, but respect as well.

The local radio station announced that mytown would be having a free concert and autograph session at a local mall, but it took me a few days for it to click who exactly mytown was. So after getting off of work I hitched a ride with a co-worker to the nearby train station and took it to the mall. I was 10 minutes late to the show, but it had evidently just started. I wandered around checking out the crowd and the show. I went up to the second level and got some snapshots of the four of them, then got closer and took some better shots. They were obviously enjoying themselves, running out to the barricades and shaking hands and getting people to sing along. One of the more interesting highlights, one bopper threw her bra at the stage, and it hit Terry right in the face. After the song ended he paused with a goofy grin on his face.

"Excuse me. What is this?" he asked the screaming crowd. "Don't worry mate, it's just a headband!" Paul said, grabbing it and wrapping it around his head, eliciting laughter from the crowd. The guys slowed it down and picked up the guitars again. When I listened to their four voices harmonize together in such beautiful lyrics that they wrote, I melted too.

"I see the heavens open A heart that once was broken Is holding nothing back Now that I found you You hold me like a prayer You touch me everywhere A lifetime just ain't enough To love you true Now that I've found you"

Finally the boys ended off the show and left the stage, chased by a pack of girls who were stopped by security. I had no idea where the line up for the autograph session began so I followed the group until I came to the line... nearly the end of it. Sighing I resigned myself to a long, and considering the company, irritating wait.

After another ten minutes the band reappeared and sat down to begin signing autographs. First they signed for the "VIP" audience who had one passes through the radio station, then those of us who were in line. All around me young females squealed in delight when a band member would wave, or the line moved, or a breeze swept through the mall. They get excited about everything it seems. It literally took forever to get anywhere, and being taller then everyone (and thus feeling yet even more out of place, sigh) I could see why. The band hugged every single girl. All of them. Each girl got four hugs, and after they started doing it, everyone wanted one. It took an hour and a half to get anywhere close to the band, and I was seriously considering just packing it in. Knowing my luck, they'd cut off the line anyway right before I got up there. Finally I got up to the main fence, where a promo guy promised us that everyone would get an autograph.

So after an eternity, there I was, standing on the stage waiting to walk over and get signatures on my postcard to make it all worthwhile. The security guard waiting there looked at me funny.

"Quiet, I've heard it all before and it's a long story." I said, knowing before he opened his mouth that he was going to ask what I was doing here.

"It's cool, just don't ask them for a hug." He said smiling.

"Well, everyone else is getting them, that's why it's taking so long."

"They aren't supposed to do that. Their manager's here and is getting pissed, they were supposed to be out of here forty-five minutes ago."

"Yeah well, at least everyone gets a autograph, that's pretty cool of them." With that he let me go to the table. There they were, four very cute young guys all grinning at me. As usual, I suddenly lost the ability to form sentences. I guess in a way I am exactly like the girls I so love to target, minus the screaming and crying. I just smiled as I made eye contact with Paul.

"Hey buddy, how ya doin?" he asked, eyeing me curiously.

"I'm pretty good." I said, finding my voice as he scrawled on my postcard. He smiled at me and passed it on to Marc.

"Hey man, how are you?" I was asked again... ahh accents.

"I'm good. Yourself?"

"Eh, pretty good." He said, adding more ink to the card. Then suddenly I'm in front of Danny, who had also added a kiss on the cheek to his hugging routine. I got neither. Just a signature and a smile. Finally, I was in front of Terry, the one who had first captured my fancy. He looked to me kind of like the actor who plays Xander on Buffy, and he had been acting goofy during the entire show/autograph session.

"Fuck it" I decided. "When do I get chances like this?" I smiled at him as he grinned at me and signed my card. "Ya know, everyone else has gotten one, can I have a hug?" I asked. If I had blinked I would have missed it, he was up and around the table so fast. As some people laughed and the girls screeched, he wrapped his arms around me and gave me a big, strong hug. I hugged him back and patted him on the back, enjoying and savoring every second, and fighting off the sudden urge from my groin to sprout an erection.

"There ya go buddy." He said to me quietly, surprisingly not letting go.

"Thanks." I replied.

"Stick around for a bit, will ye, I'd like to talk to you after we get done with this crap." He whispered before pulling away. I just stared at him, in shock. He smiled at me, his eyes pleading for an answer. I nodded then turned and bowed to the applauding females before exiting stage left. Suddenly I was losing the battle to hold back my hard on. Then I was gone, off to the side as another crying female took my place. I just stood watching as they wrapped up the last few dozen autographs. Every couple of minutes, Terry would look over, see me standing there, and smile. Finally they were done, and security surrounded them as they prepared to exit. I saw Terry say something to one of his entourage, who looked at him funny, then spoke into a radio. Then they made a bolt for the back of the mall, as girls screamed and chased them. I just watched, amused. Then I felt a hand on my shoulder. I looked up at a big security guard.

"I've been asked to take you outside through the back, Terry wants to talk to you apparently. Can you come with me??" he asked. I just nodded and suddenly I was the one with security around my, pushing my way past the girls, which was a odd feeling. Then I was in a hallway. "Go down there, turn left at the end of the hall, and go out the fire exit." He said, before turning back to crowd control. My heart beating a mile a minute. The corridor seemed endless until finally I was out a door and in the cool spring night. There was a van idling at the sidewalk, and the door slid open, showing Paul's adorable face.

"Hurry up mate, get in before we get mobbed." He called, ushering me in. Without even thinking about what I was doing, I dove in, the door slammed, and we were gone. There I was, sitting there surrounded by four incredibly cute Irish lads. What followed was a few moments of awkward silence, as I digested the fact that I was actually there. Finally I found a voice.

"Hi." Ok, so it wasn't much of a voice, and it came out a little squeaky, but hey, it was a start.

"Hi." 4 Irish voices said together. Again that damn awkward silence. I couldn't really think of anything else to say past that. Finally Paul spoke, his gorgeous deep blue eyes sparkling. "How ye doin bud?"

"I think I'm in some kind of shock to be honest." I said, cracking a smile. Laughter filled the van and the ice was broken.

"Well, I think you know our names, what's yers?" Terry asked.

"Oh, shit, sorry. I'm Mike." I shook all their hands, and finally began to get comfortable. We chatted for a few minutes, before I finally asked the question that had been plaguing me since I before I got in the van. I turned to Terry. "Why am I here?" I asked. The guys looked at each other before Terry spoke.

"Well, we get so many girls at these things, it was a nice surprise to have a guy come out to see us, let alone have the guts to do what you did."

"What, the hug? It was nothing. Everyone else was getting one, so I figured I deserved one.

"Yeah well, it still took balls. Not many people would ask for that. I figured, `Hey, this bloke is cool.', so I took a chance and asked ye to stick around. I figured since were here tonight we could use someone to show us around. Seeing as most of the people there were 12 year old girls, you were about the only candidate. So I asked."

"That and yer cute." I heard a voice mutter under their breath. My head immediately jerked around, trying to figure out who exactly had said that. Awkward silence... I thought we had broken that.

"Alright, my turn to ask a question... which one of you is gay?" I asked straightforwardly. They all looked at each other, then Terry, grinning sheepishly, raised his hand...followed by Paul. I did a double-take. "Both of you?!?!?!" I exclaimed, only to turn and see Marc with his arm in mid raise. "3 of you?!?!?!" I turned and looked expectantly at Danny, who looked suddenly out of place, staring at the ground. He looked up and saw my expression.

"Me?! Oh shit, no way man. These dumbasses are, but I ended up being the straight one." "Which explains why he's the least talented!" Paul joked. Danny gave him a dirty look and flipped him the bird. "Sod off."

"So 3 of you are gay, man.."

"Well, there's more to this." Marc said. "Paul and I are a couple, we've been together for, god, how long now?"

"Two years babe." Paul said, taking his lovers hand in his.

"Wow.. why are you telling me this? You hardly know me, not that I would, but your giving me an awful lot of information here that one could attempt to use against you."

"Fuck, we don't care. We've been out for years before we got signed to a record contract, everyone knows us back in the bars in Dublin, it's only a matter of time before we are ready to officially announce that 3 members of the band are gay. We're just gonna see how the album sales go first."

"Aren't you afraid that being a openly gay pop band will be detrimental to your careers?" I asked, surprised. I knew that there had to be gay boy-band members, but none of them had come out, and I figured it would be because it would be detrimental.

"Have you heard of Boyzone?" Terry asked.

"A bit. I think I saw them on the Brit awards or something, why?"

"Well, they are huge in Europe. One of their main singers, Stephen Gately is openly gay, and they are still huge."

"Yeah but Europe is a lot more open to the whole alternative lifestyles thing then we are in North America. Look at Queer as Folk, I've seen it, and it would be banned so quickly here it's not even funny."

"Well, We'll see what happens. What's the sense in writing our own songs and putting ourselves out as real people and not a studio creation if we can't be completely honest?" There was silence as I digested that, before finally just saying "Wow."

"So what do you think?"

"I'm stunned I guess. I thought it was so cool that you guys wrote your own songs and stuff, and to find out you guys are so honest about who you are, it's incredibly respectable."

"So on that note, what is there to do in this town?" Terry asked me.

"Well, we could go to the gay bar, but.."

"Great, let's do it!!!" chimed in Paul.

"Well, um, er.."

"Hey, were still relatively anonymous when we aren't surrounded by 12 year old girls, I think we should enjoy it while we can. When we play the big arena this summer we may not be able to do it again."

"Big arena?"

"Yeah." Danny said, speaking for the first time in a long time. "We're touring this summer, opening for Christina Aguillera. So we will be back."

"wow, cool. Well, ok, let's go then!"

"Is that ok with you Danny?" Terry asked.

"Sure guys. Why not. Let's have some fun." So it was set. After quick stop off at their hotel for them to change, and a stop at my place for me to get dressed, we were off. We went to a nice restaurant, where despite my protests, the boys bought me dinner, and we got to know each other a bit more.

"So, you have a boyfriend?" Terry asked between mouthfuls of seafood.

"Nope, my last relationship ended a couple of months ago, and I haven't been actively looking. I guess I've gotten tired of gay people. I'm so sick of attitude and the games. So I just kind of keep to myself these days. Tonight will be the first time I'll have been out in a long time."

"Well, if you don't want to go, we don't have to." Terry said.

"Nah, it'll be fun. Plus I'll have really cool bar friends with me, I'm sure you guys can make the night fun. Since it's a Wednesday Night, it won't be too packed." We chatted a bit more, about their lives growing up in Ireland, and my life growing up in Canada. There were a lot of similarities, despite being across the ocean from each other, the 5 of us had a lot in common. Terry, Paul and Marc had met in 1996 at the Digges Lane Performing arts school in Dublin, and all had a lot of history.

"Terry was a graphics design student, Marc was pretty established as a choreographer, and I'd been in a bunch of Irish TV and film, so we all had pretty solid backgrounds. When we added Danny here things just sort of clicked. It's been a interesting ride, but it's been worth it." Paul said, smiling at Marc next to him. They continued on to tell me how they had sung for Boys to Men, and that had helped there careers, and how that had also lead to Teddy Riley of Blackstreet producing a couple of tracks on their upcoming album. I also learned a bit more about Paul and Marc's relationship.

"Well, when I met him 4 years ago I was instantly attracted to him, but he had a boyfriend at the time." Paul said of Marc.

"Then by the time that relationship ended, Paul was seeing someone. So even though I thought maybe I had a thing for him, he was unavailable, and I couldn't tell him how I felt." Marc chimed in.

"So I dated this bloke for over a year, the whole time thinking how I wish Marc was the guy I was dating. But I didn't think that Marc liked me the way I liked him. It was a real jocker.."

"I'm sorry?" I asked.

"Eh, you'll learn our slang I'm sure. Jocker means a big mess. So my preoccupation with Marc was detrimental to my relationship with this Patrick guy I was seeing, and we ended up breaking up. It was then that Marc and I finally sat down and talked about what was going on in our lives, and ended up admitting our feelings towards each other. We've been together ever since." Paul finished, placing his hand over Marc's on the table.

"And what about you?" I asked, turning to Terry.

"I just sleep with them behind the others back." He said, bringing on a fit of laughter from the group. "I've been single for awhile, it's hard with all our recording and touring and promotional work to find time to see anyone. Unfortunately Danny still is going through his little hetero stage, so my choices of band members to date are out, I just have to wait till he finally admits he's a little homo like the rest of us, then I can finally boink him like I've been wanting to for the last 4 years." Terry grinned at Danny and winked at him.

"Oh sod off, ye eejit" Danny said, rolling his eyes.

"Well boys, I think it's time. Let's split." Terry said, getting unanimous approval. After paying the bill, we piled into the limo the boys had rented ("If we're goin out, we're goin out in style" Terry had said) and headed to the local gay club. There was a small line up inside that we could see, and the limo pulling up raised a lot of eyebrows. We piled out on the sidewalk and the limo departed, to pick us up when we phoned him. I was a member to the club, but the boys had to sign in. I had to struggle to keep a straight face when I saw the names they signed in as. Terry started, being Patty O'Lantern, Followed by Danny as IP Freely, Paul as Patrick Fitzmichael and Marc as Michael Fitzpatrick. Then we were in the club, which was still rather busy, but not packed like it would be on a weekend. We ordered a round of drinks, again paid for by Terry, who insisted I would pay for nothing that night. "Your showing us a good time mate, it's my pleasure. I'm sure you can make it up to me later." He said grinning, before heading to join the other 3 on the dance floor. I just stood there stunned, trying to figure out exactly what he meant by that comment, and if it meant what I hoped it meant.

We danced for about 20 minutes, until the DJ reminded the crowd that they needed contestants for amateur strip, starting in 5 minutes.

"What's that?" Marc asked.

"I forgot about that. Wednesday Nights they have a amateur strip contest. People take off their clothes and the winner gets 100 bucks. It's usually won by some straight boy though.

"Do they strip all the way?"

"Sometimes. Usually it's just to their boxers, maybe give us a look at their ass. Depends on what other strippers have done, the crowd reaction, and how modest they are."

"Interesting." Marc said, a suspicious gleam in his eye. I couldn't ask him about it, as we were grabbed by Terry and Paul and sat down to watch the show. The show started with the drag queen hostess doing a number, tonight it was some dance song I recognized but didn't know the artist. She then announced that there were 2 contestants, and brought out the first one.. who had no business being on stage. He was just completely unattractive and very, very drunk. Marc and Paul made a big show of covering each other's eyes, and when the guy took his boxers off, Terry and I screamed and grabbed each other, burying our faces in each others necks... and man did he smell good. Poor Danny had no one to protect him, and just stared at the ceiling, looking uncomfortable. Finally he went backstage, and the crowd breathed a sigh of relief. Contestant #2 was very cute, no rhythm what so ever, but cute none the less... He stripped to his boxers, then got shy and went in back.

"Well, there's your two contestants. Do we have any challengers?" The hostess asked. She made a few jokes to kill time, and tried to convince some people to go on stage and strip. Finally she gave up. "All right then, let's bring out your two contestants." She looked in back, then turned around with this look of pure joy on her face. "We have another challenger!" she cried out, to cheers. "Man, This is going to be nice." At that exact moment I looked over at Paul.

"Paul, um, where's Marc?" I asked, noting the empty space Marc had been occupying moments before.

"I dunno, he must have gone to get a drink or something" he replied, as Five's "When the lights go out" exploded out over the speakers... and out danced Marc.

"OH MY GOD!!!" 4 voices, 3 with Irish accents cried out in shocked unison. Marc noticed, smiled and waved, then proceeded to dance circles around the two previous challengers. After the initial shock was overcome, the laughter started. There were tears streaming down the faces of the other three, and between gasps of air, Terry said to me "God, management's going to ave is hide."

"Who cares?!" Danny responded. "This is deadly!" The laughter stopped though, when Marc's shirt hit the floor.. as did my jaw.

"I hate you Paul!" I yelled at him. Marc had a perfect upper body, 6-pack abs, a perfectly developed chest. My dick started to poke at the inside of my pant leg.

"You should see what else he has." Paul said, grinning proudly. Soon Marc was dancing around in just his underwear. There was a very obvious, very large outline in his boxers. He pointed to his boxers, the place went nuts, and I screamed myself hoarse. He teased pulling them down, then pulled them back up, just giving a glimpse of pubic hair. He smiled, danced over in front of me, and pulled up the leg of his boxers a bit, revealing the head of his enormous cock. Then he dropped it again, touched my cheek, and danced his way backstage. I just sat there, staring at the place where he had been.

"I hate you Paul!" I yelled again. He grinned and leaned over.

"Now ye know why I'm the top." He said, patting my leg and sitting back down. There weren't any other contestants, I think it would have been hard to top Marc, (no pun intended) and it was no big surprise that Marc won, especially with the huge ovation he got from the crowd. He whispered something into the drag queens ear, and her eyes opened wide as she handed him the mike.

"Thankyou so much." Marc said, grinning. "That was fun. But what I'm going to do with this 100 dollars, I'm going to give it to Izabella here, and have her donate it to her favorite charity." He said, handing the stunned Queen the money back. He then headed backstage.

"I love a man with a accent." Izabella said. "Especially a generous one!" With that she tucked the bills into her bra, told us all to play and drive safe, and headed backstage. We were waiting and the moment Marc came out with his shirt over his arm, we jumped him.

"You ass! What the hell was that! I can't believe you just did that! Man, if management finds out yer a dead man." All came out of 3 mouths at varying times.

"What?" Marc said, blinking. "Someone had to save the night." Shaking our heads, we went to the bar and ordered drinks. We were joined by the drag hostess, who thanked Marc for his charity and said she would donate the cash to a local aids hospice, which Marc was all for. Then to top it off, he gave her another hundred.

"What's this for?"

"Something from us. I don't have any more cash on me, but if it's going to a good cause..." he said, smiling.

"Thanks." She said, stunned. She kissed him on the cheek, then headed off. We danced for a little while, and then Terry pulled me aside.

"Listen Mike, can I ask you something?" He said.

"Anything."

"Well, I'm just wondering where this is leading?"

"I'm not sure."

"Well, I really like you. Like you as in, you know, like you. But I don't want to take anything for granted or assume anything, cuz you might not be interested or some..." I cut him off, placing my finger to his lips. I leaned forward and gently brushed his lips with mine.

"Feelings mutual." I said, smiling.

"Wow. Cool." Was all he could say. I leaned forward again and we kissed a bit more passionately now, our tongues probing each other... which we broke off when a resounding 3-person cheer erupted behind us. Both turning bright shades of crimson, we saw the other 3 smiling.

"I think these two are about right to leg off, eh?" Paul asked.

"Yeah, I think so. Let's split." Terry said, taking my hand. We called up the limo outside and he was there minutes later, whisking us off to the hotel, for a night that was sure to fulfill some of my wildest fantasies.

Paul, Marc Terry and I were all sitting in Terry's room, talking. Danny had begged off for the rest of the evening, claiming he was tired and wished to head off to bed. This left the four of us sitting on Terry's bed. I was sitting between Terry's legs, my head against his chest and his arms around me. Marc was recreating the exact same position on Paul, and we just sat there, talking comfortably. Although I noticed the warm, hard thing poking into my back, I managed to ignore it, just relaxing and feeling incredibly relaxed considering the company, and the possibility of the events still to come.

"So where do you guys go from here?" I asked, resting my head.

"We're headed back to Ireland, then to the US for a bit of promotion as well." Marc replied. "We'll be back touring Canada as one of the openers for Christina Aguillera in the summer, and then doing some festivals and stuff in Europe. We just want to get this album out and heard. Then we go back into the Studio in the fall to begin work on the follow up."

"Wow, you guys really do live a crazy life." I said, Marveling. "I've always thought that stars lives this amazing life, but it really is a lot of hard work."

"Well Don't get me wrong, we wouldn't give this up for anything. But it's not easy." Paul replied.

"Especially to meet people." Terry added on, gently running one finger along my stomach as he kissed the back of my neck. I leaned back into him and he gently nibbled my neck, eliciting a soft moan from me.

"Well Marc, I think it's time we headed off." Marc said, disengaging himself from his lovers grasp and slipping off the bed.

"No guys. Stay." Terry replied, smiling.

"You sure?" Paul asked. I was kind of disappointed at this suggestion. I wanted to get Terry alone and find out what was beneath that cloth prison and pressing so urgently into my backside. But what Terry said next changed my mind.

"Sure, you can join in." My eyes grew wide and I turned and looked at Marc stunned. "That is, of course, if it's ok with you?" He asked. I couldn't speak for a few moments. A 3-some with mytown? Man, this was beyond my wildest fantasies.

"Uhhh. Sure. Ok." I replied.

"Well then, I guess we should get things started before we all fall asleep." Paul joked.

"Well, why don't you guys start, and we'll watch." Terry suggested. I nodded enthusiastically in agreement.

"Aight." Paul replied. Marc already had his shirt off and was unbuckling his pants. Paul pulled him forward and engaged him in a slow, passionate kiss, running his hands over Marc's muscular body. Marc reached forward and untucked Paul's shirt and pulled it over his head. Paul's body too was gorgeous. He was really muscular and well developed. My cock was raging by this time, which Terry must of noticed since he began to gently brush it with his hand through the fabric while sucking on my ear. I groaned approvingly while Marc slowly pushed Paul back.. until his head gently rested on my thigh. Marc went to work on Paul's pants unbuckling them and sliding them down. Paul was wearing a tight pair of dark navy blue boxer-briefs, which clung to his crotch like a glove. Marc began to lick the outline of Paul's hard cock that was bulging through the material. His shorts were already moist from his precum. Finally the shorts slid to the floor, and there it stood for all of us too see. A nice, 7 inch, thick uncut slab of Irish meat. I just stared in awe, still unable to comprehend that here I was, lying on a bed with one member of Mytown's dick pressing into my back while two others were getting it on right in front of me.

Marc grinned up at me while slowly jacking Paul.

"Ye like it?" he asked.

"It's gorgeous." I replied, unable to take my eyes off the hypnotic up and down motion of Marc's hand.

"Thanks" Paul said, smiling up at me. My dick was throbbing pretty angrily in my pants, and it strained even harder as Marc finally opened his mouth and swallowed his lovers cock. He bobbed up and down while Paul writhed around, his head rubbing against my cock, the fabric and friction along with Terry kissing the back of my neck sending me into the throes of ecstasy. If things kept up like this I was gonna blow my load before my cock even got out in the open. Terry seemed to sense this as he shuffled back and has me sit up more. He turned me around so I was sitting on his crotch and leaned forward, his lips tenderly pressing against mine. His tongue probed it's way into my mouth and we made out passionately as he struggled to untuck my shirt. We paused long enough for him to pull my shirt up over my head.

"You've got an amazin bod Mike." He said grinning, before latching onto my left nipple. I moaned loudly, and it was sort of stereo since Paul groaned at the same time. I desperately wanted to see Terry shirtless. I unbuttoned his top and slid it backwards, leaning forward to kiss him again. We ground our crotches together as we made out. Finally we separated and Terry had me lie down next to Paul. In moments my pants and shorts were on the floor. My dick was very similar to Paul's but a little thinner and lacking the foreskin. Paul looks down at our two cocks, side by side, then whispers in my ear.

"Nice cock." I can't even respond because at that moment Terry is working his magic on my cock with his mouth. I suppress a groan as he expertly works his lips and tongue around my dripping head. I turn my head and am greeted by a half-sloppy kiss by Paul. So there I was, making out with one hot Mytown boy, well two others sucked our cocks. Never in my wildest fantasies had anything like this existed, now here it was in reality. Terry worked over my balls and got them really moist, before moving back to my cock.

Moments later we switched. I'd already seen Marc's giant dick. It looked even more impressive, easily 10 inches, so thick I couldn't get my hands around it (and trust me, I tried) and the head was a deep red poking out of the foreskin. Terry was very nice too. Also uncut like a typical European, he was about 7 and a half inches long and about medium thickness, with a narrow head. Eager to taste my little rock star I began to suck eagerly at the head, swallowing his sweet sticky precum. I was urged on by his groan of satisfaction as he gently pushed my head up and down on his cock. I looked over and saw Paul licking up and down on Marc's giant dick.

"I'd love to get a part of that." I said

"Go right ahead" Paul replied, backing off. I gently set Terry's dripping dick on his stomach a and switched with Paul. The task ahead of me seemed even more daunting up close. It was by far the largest, thickest cock I had ever seen, and I wasn't really sure where to begin. I took the thick head in my mouth and started to slowly lower my mouth over it

"Yeah, that's it, just like that." Marc moaned as I worked my tongue around the head, sticking my tongue underneath the foreskin. I slid more of his cock down my throat and he seemed amazed by how far I could go. I have no gag reflex. I bobbed up and down for a bit before he pulled me off.

"Christ your good. Stop, or I'll cum."

"Alright." I said. Terry was then there and making out with me again.

"Can I fuck you?" he whispered in my ear.

"I can't think of anything I'd rather have you do." I replied, kissing him.

"I have an idea" Paul said. His suggestion was awesome and we all agreed. Paul got at the head of the bed, and Marc laid on his back. Paul lubed himself up and put on a condom, then gently applied pressure to his lover. It didn't take long for him to be fully entered as Marc was very used to being screwed by his boyfriend. I got on all fours above Marc in a 69 position. I felt cold lube against my hole, then warmth as Terry's cock pressed against my hole. I braced myself, as it had been awhile since I had been fucked. However my ass opened for him easily and he slid himself in with only mild discomfort to me. Soon our little foursome was in full swing. Marc and I 69'ing as our lovers plowed us. It was kind of awkward at first to get a rhythm going, what with the force of us getting fucked while trying to maintain oral sex. Especially with the size of Marc's massive tool. However our clumsy sucking was intensified by the hot fuck we were getting. All of us had broken out in a sweat, and Terry kept leaning over me for some reason. I realized soon that he and Paul were making out above us. All of this intensity was building up inside me and I knew soon I wouldn't be able to take it anymore. Before I gave out however, Marc did. With a audible pop my cock slid out of his mouth and he cried out.

"Arrgh. I'm cummin!" I sucked harder and it came in volleys. Shot after shot of sweet juice coated my mouth as Marc bucked and trashed around, his massive cock pulsating with each shot. I couldn't take anywhere near all of it, and ended up having to jerk the last few shots onto my neck and chin. I felt Marc's mouth back on my cock moments after he was done, and he seemed determined to get me off. Terry's pounding became more frantic and fast as he slammed into me approaching his own orgasm. I couldn't take it anymore and shot for what seemed like a eternity into, onto and around Marc's head. Suddenly my ass felt empty and I heard Terry groan behind me as he splashed his warm seed across my back. I looked up just as Paul pulled his cock out of Marc's ass and ripped the condom off.

"Co'mon mate, finish me off. I gotta cum bad." He pleaded. More then happy to oblige I took the head of his cock in my mouth and jerked him off. It took only a few shots before his entire body stiffened and he was adding his cum to the lingering taste of his lovers from moments before. Finally spent we all collapsed.

After awhile of just laying there I went and took a quick shower to wash the cum off. Terry joined me rather quickly, and soon had my cock in his mouth. As the hot water poured down on us, I came again, all over his face, which I then gently washed off. By the time we got back to the room, Marc and Paul were asleep in each others arms. Terry and I crawled into the other bed and we spooned together, his soft dick pressing limply into my ass. We held each other until we drifted off to sleep.

The next morning was gone all to quickly. No time for sex, just a quick breakfast and then the guys were packing up, ready to continue on.

"Thanks for everything" I said, savoring every last kiss as Terry backed me against the doorway.

"Trust me, the pleasure was ours." He said, grinning. That was it. Then he was gone. He had my phone number. I had his e-mail address and we swore we would keep in touch. Somehow I doubted it. But I knew that he would be back in a few months opening for Christina Aguillera. He promised he'd see me then. I'm counting the days.

The End.