This is continuation of SIMPLY WORDS, my fantasy with boy band BOYZONE member, STEPHEN GATELY. Again I would like to remind you that this is just a fantasy and none of these events ever happen. Although the first part of the composition stated that it was written before STEPHEN GATELY had came out last June of 1999, this part was written after he came out.
If you are a minor, you know the rule. Please don't read this and find something more suitable for you age. If you're a bigot who just wandered here by mistake, you are allowed to stay. I would like to request you, however, to please keep an open mind
I always hope that this fantasy of mine would become a reality but until then... well. This is the first explicit story I've ever written. I would gladly receive any constructive criticism about this composition. My e-mail is j_andrew_andy@yahoo.com and if another fan of Boyzone is reading this short story, could you provide me with MR. STEPHEN GATELY'S e-mail address? Thanks, I would greatly appreciate it!
The two poems "ONE FINE DAY" and "FROM A 'TRY-HARD, DIE-HARD' SUITOR" were written by Mr. James Aevans Yu.
I've gained full permission from Mr. James Aevans Yu to use these compositions in my stories.
Read and enjoy!!!
SIMPLY WORDS
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It was already nearing eleven in the morning when we finally arrived at the hotel. The press conference took over an hour and I was getting tired at the meeting with the media. I had nothing to do there but sit down and wait for the boys. As the press asked about the album, the boys' stay in Cebu and their performance tonight, I was ready to doze off because of boredom. I was relieved when the media finally ended the interview and we were brought to the hotel.
As we entered our suite, Stephen reminded me of my compositions. "So when can I read one of your poems."
"Maybe later..." I said.
"Why not now? I have nothing to do this morning." He looked in one of those childish, sad faces, which he knows I can't resist.
I looked at his angelic face, sighed and said. "Okay, if you must. Wait for a moment while I dig through my stuff."
"What are you doing?" He asked as peered from my back.
"Excavating my bag. I can never leave home without bringing two things, my camera and my journal." I responded, while opening my bag. "Here we are, my camera and my journal."
"Give me, give me." He said grabbing my book. "Hey, here's a catchy title 'From a Try-hard, Die-hard Suitor'. May I read it?"
"Go ahead..." I answered. "Just be careful and try not to get any creases on the pages."
FROM A "TRY-HARD, DIE-HARD" SUITOR
I sought for you the moon and stars,
you only needed the earth.
I bought you the whole garden,
you only required the dirt.
I gave you a whole bouquet,
you only desired a rose.
I wrote you an epic love poem,
you only wished for a prose.
I fetched you the lightning, the thunder,
you only wanted the rain.
I hope you don't mind me complaining,
but, you're beginning to be a big pain.
but, really, please don't get angry with me,
I'm just doing my very, very best.
I'm doing what I really think is right,
so, please give me a rest.
I'd bring you what I could offer,
but you'd only want a part.
I'd give to you my very whole body,
But, I guess you'd only want my heart.
"Hey, this is funny and cute!" He laughed.
"I know! Isn't it a blast." I laughed with him. "You know, it all started as one big joke. But I when realized that it had some potential, I decided to go through with it. Now, this is the outcome."
"May I have a copy of it?" He asked me.
"Sure, just write it down." I said as grabbed a pen and paper. "Here, you are."
"Do, you have another poem?" he asked enthusiastically.
"Sure, there's another one in there somewhere." I told him. "I entitled it 'One Fine Day'", it's basically the story of my love life."
"Here it is... found it!" Stephen declared.
ONE FINE DAY
It was that one fine day,
when I was minding my own way.
Suddenly, across the street,
who do I see...
Can it really be?
And my heart skipped a beat.
I walked towards and...
and, as if by pretend,
I crossed her path.
Then she saw and noticed me
Oh, how my heart felt so free
and it started again just like that.
Oh! We talked and we talked.
We talked while we walked
about how our lives had been
I told her that everything's fine.
Although deep inside, how I wished she was mine.
How I wished to fall in love again.
As we were talking along the way,
we passed and stopped by a small cafe.
Then and there, I felt a tiny light sparked.
As she was ordering our drink,
I looked at her and stopped to think
about the old memories in my heart.
Memories that I've kept inside.
Old feelings that I've tried to hide.
Oh! I still love her so.
But I don't know what to say,
It might just frighten her away.
Yet, I really wanted her to know.
Oh, I so love her still... love her still.
This void in my heart, only she can fill.
But what if she just wants to be a friend.
Then I would just destroy the magic
and that would certainly be tragic.
Then my heart would just shatter in the end.
I, then, looked closely into her eyes.
But so much to my surprise,
the flame in her heart for me had died.
What if I tell her now.
Would it change her mind somehow,
that my love for her may not be denied.
Then she told me that it was getting late
and she still has to prepare for her date.
So with a broken heart, I sigh.
I, then, tried to smile and gave her a kiss,
A kiss given with an unmentioned wish
I, then, said to her "forever... good-bye."
Even though my heart now is broken,
and so many words are left unspoken,
deep inside my heart I knew.
Although she will never be mine.
We'll always have old times.
If she's happy, I'm happy too.
As silence spread across his face, Stephen energetic smile became lost in an emotion alien to this usual persona. "Is anything wrong, Stephen." I was concerned. "Stephen, are you okay?"
"So sad..." He looked at me with melancholy in his eyes. "It's so sad,... Why to you have to write it this way? Why? Why did you have to make this poem so sad?"
"I guess, I never have found happiness in any of my past relationship." I looked down and told him, quite frankly, actually. "I guess I'm just a fatalist... I always had believed that I'll never find happiness in any of my romances.
I paused and smiled with a bittersweet smile. "My last, serious relationship was with Christina, about two years ago. We had a fall out and I guess I took the all blame for our break up. I guess she was the inspiration for that poem." I cast my eyes down again, trying to hide my sadness. "After that, none of my relationship seemed to work out."
"Please, don't make into just one your poems." He leaned on my shoulders and looked me straight in my eyes. "Please?..."
I stroked his hair and said nothing. I thought to myself. "I wish that question was so easy to answer."
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I decided to take a bath while Stephen dived right into the bed to doze off.
In the shower, I started to sing one of my favorite songs by Cat Stevens, which was later remade by the boys, themselves 'Father and Son'. "It's not time to make a change, just relaxed and take it slowly. You're still young, that's you're fault..." While singing I hadn't noticed someone was standing inside the bathroom.
"Hey,..." A voice called out.
Quickly, I grabbed my towel and wrapped it around my waist. I looked around and found it was Stephen. Relieved, I smiled. "I thought you were someone else.
You said you were going to sleep."
"No, not if you're not with me." Stephen smiled. I was happy that he recovered from his depression a moment ago.
"You're insatiable." I told him.
He told me in a matter-of-factly voice. "Hey, it's been hours since I last had you."
"Come here, lover boy, and join me." I called out.
He suddenly lunged at me. I fell on the wet bathroom floor. Luckily, the bathroom shower area was quite spacious or I would have hit my head. He wrestled me and pinned me on the floor. I couldn't move. "Now, you're really mine." He smiled and filled my face with his kisses.
I looked into his eyes. Under the shower, his eyes seemed to dazzle. I kissed him back and whispered softly to his ear. "You know,... people usually take a bath with their clothes off. So, what happen to you?"
"Minor inconvenience!" He said as he slowly and sexily peeled his wet clothes off. "Now where were we?"
"Right about... here!" I jumped on top of him and tickled his sides. "Don't you just love that."
"Andy... Ha... Haa,... Stop that. I can't stand being tickled" He laughed so hard. "Don't do that... stop, please." He continued laughing, so I continued tickling him. I felt him trembled and jerked in a strange fashion. Then he stopped laughing...
He wasn't moving...
Was he breathing?...
HAVE I JUST KILLED HIM?!!!!
"Oh my god... oh my god... oh my GOD..." I cried. I started to panic. I shook him up "Stephen, are you okay. Please say something... ANYTHING... OH MY GOD, STEPHEN, DON'T DIE!!!"
I lifted him up to my arms. I shook him up. Then he opened his eyes and said. "You could try kissing me and maybe I'd wake up."
"Stephen?!!!" My eyes grew wide with shock and indignation. I dropped him on the floor and punched him on the shoulder. "I HATE YOU!!!!"
"Ouch, hey, that hurt!!!" He whined.
"GOOD!! I HOPE IT'LL HURT EVEN WORSE!!!" I stood up and started to leave the bathroom.
"Andy, wait ..." He chased me and grabbed my arm.
"DON'T..." I shouted. I was already hysterical. "DON'T YOU DARE TOUCH ME!!! DON'T YOU EVEN COME NEAR ME."
Stephen stopped me and gave me his disarming grin. "I'm sorry... I didn't mean to scare you..."
"Stephen, I don't want to lose you that way... or in anyway." I silently said, wiping the tears off my eyes and feeling his face. "I love you."
"I'm sorry. I love you, too. You know that!" He said as he caressed my face and kissed my forehead. We began kissing passionately. He leaned on the wall and climbed on me. He lifted his legs and spread his ass. Still kissing, I guided my erection to his crack and inserted it inside his hole.
"Ahh!!! Come on, baby, give it to me... give it all to me." He moaned. "Screw me,... screw me,... FUCK ME!!! FICK ME GOOD!!!"
I pushed it all in. I took it almost all out and slammed it right back to place. I felt my balls impacted against his heated hole as my engorged weapon invaded his person. I continued to prod his ass lustily, pushing to glory. Just the idea that he wanted me to fuck him brought me off.
"I'm cumming,... I'm cumming, oh my god, I'M CUMMING." I screamed.
I came inside him, I could feel the jets of my man juice gushed out of my piss slit. But I continued to prod him. I didn't,... I couldn't stop fucking him. I was burning with lust and passion. Stephen was shouting, screeching me to continue screwing him. "Come on Andy, fuck me you stallion!!! Fuck me until doomsday."
That was all the encouragement I need. It was amazing but I was building a second cumming. I was so full of lust that my hard beef stick began spewing semen all over again. Finally, it stopped... I was done. Stephen climbed down from me and slipped my prick out his ass. Semen started to flow out of his ass... and down to his legs. There must have been enough semen to fill a third of a coffee cup.
"You were tremendous." He said as he kissed my cheek.
"You were better." I replied.
"Now, I wonder if I can ever stand straight again. Boy, my ass is painful." He complained as he walked to the bathtub, limping and groaning. He looked at me, smiled and said. "Thanks!"
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After taking a bath, Stephen and I decided to go out to the mall and checked out the local scene. About 12:30 p.m., we arrived at the one of the local malls. Stephen opted to wear a baseball cap and a pair of heavy eyeglasses to conceal his identity.
"Let's pass by the record bar." I suggested as we went. "I'm looking for a CD, I was hoping to buy a Phil Collins CD back in Cebu, but all the record bar there seemed to be all out."
"Sure, no problem." He said as cautiously looked around. "I just hope no one recognizes me. I would definitely want a day without screaming fans,... present company excluded and no offense.
"None taken." I told him.
We went to a record bar and looked for my CD. A young saleslady approached and said "Sir, may I help you?"
"Oh, sure. I'm looking for a Phil Collins CD, the concert disc." I replied. "I was wondering if you have any of those left."
"Excuse me, sir?" The saleslady turned to Stephen. "By any chance, do I know you? You really look familiar to me."
"Uhm, I don't think so." He said politely then turned around to face one of the CD display racks, avoiding everyone.
"Oh, I'm sorry." She said then turned toward the racks to scan for the Phil Collins disc. "Sir, the Phil Collins disc is over..." She paused as she saw the 'Said and Done' CD and looked back at us. "I knew it,... I knew it. STEPHEN GATELY!!!!"
"Stephen, I think that's our cue to leave... Don't you think so?" I tugged his sleeve asking in a nervous whisper. The people began looking at us
"Yup, I think your right." He looked at me as he backed towards the door. "I do hope that you know how to run."
With that, we hurriedly rushed out of the record bar, ran as fast as we could. Looking behind us, we saw quite a number of people chasing us. We continued running until we reached the video arcade. We went inside and mingled with crowd. Just as our pursuer entered the arcade, we escape out to a different entrance. We quickly ducked into the washroom and hid inside a cubicle. Inside the booth, he leaned on the water tank to catch his breath. I, on the other, was pacing back and forth inside the tight space to find a way to get out of the washroom.
"You know..." He looked at me without too much emotion. "You're liable to make a hole on the floor if you keep on doing that."
"I'm thinking how we could be able to leave this place without causing too much commotion." I said rubbing my temples, still pacing. I then stopped and asked him. "Do you think they're gone."
"I don't know." Stephen said and, then, he hushed me.
"Shhh..."
The washroom door opened and we heard voices. "Do you think they're inside." We heard a male voice saying.
"Let's check under that stalls." We heard some other person say.
Quickly I stood on top of the toilet bowl while Stephen immediately sat on the water tank and lifted his legs up in the air, pressing them against the door so as to accommodate me on the toilet bowl. We could hear their footsteps coming closer and closer... until they reached our cubicle. Then I saw a shadow then a hand on the floor of our toilet stall. "Hey this door is locked!" We heard the voice of the first guy. "Should we break it down?"
"No, you moron, can't you read the sign?" Another guy said. "It's Out of Order!"
"Boy, would my little sister be disappointed if she hears that I've missed a member of Boyzone." The second guy said with disappointment in his voice.
We heard the footsteps faded and the door opened. Then, there was silence. Stephen started to snicker. "Isn't this a compromising position."
I looked at ourselves and indeed our situation was very compromising. With Stephen's leg spread open and me in front of him, I stuck out my tongue at him and just laugh. Stephen now was giggling loudly. "That's was fun, wasn't it? Let's do it again!"
I could just shake my head, rolled my eyes and smile. He looked at me and said. "You know, you look cute when you smile." He moved closer to me and started to kiss me.
"Stop!!!" I ordered. "Not in here. This isn't the right place. Let's wait later, okay."
"We don't have to do much, you know." He raised an eyebrow. "We are already in a "ready" position. All we have to do now is..."
"No... No,... No!... and most of all, NO!!!"
"Ohhh..." He pouted his lips, He's trying to arouse me again.
"That's not going to work, Stephen David Patrick Gately!" I said in a firm voice.
"Actually it's Stephen Patrick David Gately." He corrected me
"Whatever!!!" I sternly replied
"You look cute when you're angry." He examined my face, then he moved his face closer top mine to kiss me.
"Stephen, I said stop it." I ordered him firmly. I stepped down from the toilet bowl and fixed my now crumpled shirt. I opened the cubicle door and said. "Come on. Let's get out of here."
As soon as we went out of the cubicle, I said. "I'm hungry. Let's go find something to eat."
"What about your CD?" He asked as he fixed his hair in front of the mirror.
"Are you willing to go there and be chased out by your fans?" I pointed out, as I washed my hands at the sink.
"Good point." He answered, then chuckled. "But that was fun, wasn't it?"
I can only groaned. As soon as we went out of the washroom, a person in the crowd shouted. "There he is, Stephen Gately!"
"Any ideas, Stephen?" I asked as we backed into a corner.
"Well, right now, just smile and wave to the crowd." He answered and walked towards the crowd, smiling and waving.
After an hour of meeting and Q and A with fans, Stephen finally ended the unscheduled appearance. "I hope you are all coming to the show tonight. We've got a surprise for all of you. You see this guy over here." He put his hand on my shoulder.
"This is my good friend, Andrew Tan." He introduced me to the crowd. "Smile and say hi to the crowd, Andy."
"Hi!" I smiled and waved to the crowd, wondering what the hell this surprise is all about
"The surprise is, at our concert tonight..." He shouted. "Andy's going to be a guest singer!"
"WHAT!!!" I was shocked beyond belief.
----to be continued-----