Disclaimer: This story is fiction in no way am I implying that any member of Busted are gay
My story begins on a cold and somewhat lonely night in the back alleys of Manchester, cold and hungry feeling rejected by the world I huddled tightly into the corner of a doorway trying to keep as warm as my thin dirty clothes would allow. Looking about me making sure that this alley, this place I had chosen to house me till dawn, was safer than the last, safer than all of the rest. Hoping that I would hear nothing more than the wind as it blew down the alley carrying the remains of peoples everyday littering with it. Sweet wrappers, cans, and then some chips, cold, stale and probably full of germs and bacteria but a feast to my hungry eyes. As I looked about me I was sure the area was empty and it was safe and that there would be no contest for this feast I had found. I stood and moved across the alleyway, lifting the chips from the floor I returned to my corner. I slowly started to eat them peeling them from the newspaper that they had become encrusted to. Trying not to think about my current mouthful I dreaded the next but took pleasure in the last. As I ate my mind wondered, and travelled deep into itself trying to stop myself from thinking about what it was I was doing, but try as I may I couldn't do it, the taste and texture of those rotting chips were to overpowering for my now weak and feeble mind. With a reluctant heart but thankful mouth I threw the chips across the alleyway in disgust. I stared at them for a second, thinking to myself 'you fool, you snob of a fool'. How had I come to this? How had my life degraded into such pointlessness that I was here in this alleyway beating myself up for not wanting to eat cold and rotting chips. As I went back into the depths of my mind, the depths of self-pity and hatred my weak and tired body took control. As I slowly drifted off to sleep my final thoughts were painful ones again. This night like all others would be full of nightmares too.
I woke and roused with dramatic speed expected off someone who spied the clock in a drowsy consciousness and realised they were late for starting their life, as I jumped up from my corner I looked about me realising the alleyway was now well lit, and yet still it was dark. As I looked about me I realised that lights had been switched on at the end of the alleyway that lit the whole place. I feared this was another police unit or worse a gang of drunks triggering security lights as they moved through the alleys of Manchester looking for pussy to relieve their desires. As I began to move away from the light a voice came out of the darkness behind me. I panicked and sped up, although the voice was not a scary and bitter voice that I was used to I had learnt that this was often worse. As I sped up the person shouting began to move towards me still calling to me 'hey, you! Are you ok? Hey wait up there!' the voice was that of a man it was soft and caring, for some reason I knew this voice, I knew its warmth. I stopped walking and turned into the light, I saw the figure move closer to me, he was holding a bin bag to his side, he must live or work in these buildings. As he caught me up he spied my state and spoke up. 'I saw you sleeping down there besides the bins in that corner, I was going to wake you but u looked comfy' I laughed slightly at his ignorance to the lack of comfort that there is in sleeping rough. He placed the bin bag down and moved his hand to meet mine. 'Hi, my names James, who are you?' I let his hand meet mine as I studied his face and body, he was a good-looking man no older than 20 with messy blonde hair that was died black at the fringe. He seemed a stocky fellow, not fat just well built. He held my hand in his soft and fresh hands and shook it firmly before placing his over hand over it and shaking once more. HE looked me up and down before speaking up once more 'your freezing, and dirty' he pulled away his hands and looked at their now dirty appearance.' why don't you come inside, there's no-one there you can spend the night if you like, have a proper meal and wash up a bit, I have a spare room and some old clothes if you like?' I studied his face as he said this, I was unsure, he seemed so nice, polite and caring and despite that he seemed genuine too but in nine months I had met so many guys who had all seemed just as genuine just as kind, until I had finished cleaning up, then the payment had come up. But this guy, this...James seemed so genuine that I agreed, I mean even if he were the same as the rest at least he was actually cute.
I should take the time between getting from this alleyway into the flat (which involved nothing but walking in silence, very boring) to say that my name is Ian, i am 17 years old and obviously I am a street rat, no possessions other than those that I carry on may body I have nothing else in this world, I have long shaggy black hair and deep blue eyes, I have a small beard and moustache (due to not having a razor). I am fairly tall about 6 ft something but I don't know what, I am fairly well built with my stomach and chest being defined yet thin. Oh and btw, yes I am quite gay but am straight acting, through force.
As we entered his flat I looked around in disbelief of the obvious wealth of this young looking guy, the room was filled with expensive looking furniture and decorations, the flat was fairly large and well lived in. I could tell he did not live here alone merely from the fact that there appeared to be four bedrooms, three of which having names on the door. As i stood and looked around James motioned for me to follow him into the kitchen area. Once we were in there he told me to site and asked me what I would like. As he did he smiled, not wholly but just a flicker in the corner of his mouth, a cheeky smile, a cute smile.
As the hours passed I feasted upon a fine cuisine that James had prepared for me, I bathed in a hot bath and scrubbed away dirt that I ad thought were parts of my body it had been there so long. Now I was sat clean fresh and well fed in James housecoat on his couch waiting for him to return from his room with a bundle of clothing for me to try on. As I sat there I felt like crying into a pillow at the generosity that this man had shown me, this compassion that I was feeling from him. As I sat there my eyelids grew heavy, and head began to bow, it was so warm in the room so very warm that it was sending me to sleep, I felt rude at this but could not help myself. Before long I was deep asleep on this guys sofa wearing only his housecoat, although rare this was a familiar experience, what was not however were the first good and truly happy thoughts in my head as I drifted off.
As I roused in the morning I looked about hoping not to be in that cold alley, hoping that last night had not been a dream, that last night had not been an illusion. As I looked about I realised that it had not been, however something had defiantly changed, I was now in a bed, a warm soft and comfy bed, as I looked to the floor James house coat was there, as I lifted the quilt from above me I realised I was completely naked. I stirring went through my gut, a horrible feeling that maybe last night was not as innocent as I had hoped that maybe this guy had drugged me that he had waited till I couldn't protest. As these thoughts ran through my head a knock came at the door before it was pushed open, his head his sweet head came around the corner with that same sweet smile. He motioned downwards and as he did I dreaded to see what he was motioning towards, but instead of my fears he was holding a tray full of fried food and a large mug of coffee. He walked into the room and placed it on my lap as I sat up in the bed. I looked into his eyes, as I did I realised that my fears were unjustified, that this man this loving man would never be capable of the things I thought of him, I cringed at the idea that I had even entertained the idea. As I looked up I noticed his mouth moving, as I came out of my thoughts and realised he was asking me if I was ok, apparently I had gone into some sort of trance, starring into his eyes. I reddened in the cheeks as he laughed at me after my apologies then he explained how he had found me passed out in a rather compromising position on the couch so he had lifted me and put me to bed. I laughed as he told me the story. He then went on to apologise for his near nudity but someone had his housecoat he laughed again. I looked him up and down and realised he was only wearing boxer shorts, I couldn't believe I hadn't noticed, I looked him up and down taking in every inch of his body, his legs looked firm strong his chest tight and defined, he had nice strong arms and has a nice six pack for a belly. As my eyes ventured lower I noticed he was sporting a healthy bulge in his black ck's. As I looked on the familiar stirring came about in my stomach except this was not triggered by fear and regret, instead this was lust good and pure lust, a feeling that slowly moved down towards my groin. As I shifted about in the bed to arrange the tray so it covered my growing manhood James noticed my discomfort, he had perched himself on the edge of the bed and spoke to me as I ate. Noticing this discomfort the familiar cheeky smile rose in the corner of his mouth as he stood, he turned away from me showing off his finely trimmed buttocks. Then he bent over completely so the fabric pulled tight over his arse, I swore I moaned out loud at the sight. He rose back up again with his housecoat in hand, he turned his head slightly as he walked towards the door and again smiled in the same cheeky fashion before leaving the room. I honestly think he was deliberately teasing me, as I sat eating my breakfast the image of that arse kept running through my head making me harder and harder until I was at full mast under the tray. As I finished my breakfast, coffee an all James walked back into the room, he had obviously showered since as his torso was all wet and his hair dripping, he was wearing only a towel held loosely around his waist. The image was driving me insane I thought I was going to explode, as he saw me looking the smile reappeared, he then looked down toward my crotch and tray and spoke 'finished already?' I wanted to say so much 'no I'm still waiting' and pull back the covers but I thought no that's stupid. Although I swore his bulge had grown since being in boxers it seemed to pushing outward now. As he moved closer to me he leant down and put his hands beneath each side of the tray and lifted it, my face went red as anything as the pressure on my now pulsing cock was lifted and my bulge under the quilt was exposed. As he looked down at me he smiled completely, he then looked at my bulge and his smile grew, he turned slightly and placed the tray on sideboard before leaning in and kissing me on the lips. I nearly chocked on his tongue as he pushed it into my mouth, I was in shock, this guy was gorgeous and he wanted me, one of his hands were placed on the wall behind me the other on the quilt covering my groin rubbing it. He stood and looked down at me, as he did he pull away his towel revealing a good 8-inch cock hard as wood pointing straight up. My mouth juiced as did my cock and I groaned once more. I then pulled aside the quilt covering my nakedness; he looked down at my 7 inch hard on and licked his lips. He came back at me this time sitting on my lap and began to kiss me once more; he rubbed his crotch into mine so our two boners were pressed tightly against each other. He began to hump as he kissed me deeply. Slowly we worked our way down to a lying position him on top and me obviously under him, still humping his hard cock was pressed firmly against mine. His hands were running down my chest tickling me just enough to make me squirm about beneath him. Then he pulled away from our kiss and moved his way down my body kissing slowly as he went, as he rubbed, pinched and played at my nipples he kissed down my belly to the tip of my hard cock. Once there he licked from my balls right up to the top before swallowing it all. He lifted it with his lips and just went straight down on it. The feeling was amazing; he pushed his head up and down on my hot cock, as I slowly trusted it into his throat. I put my hands in his long hair and gripped his head taking control of his movements, as I did he groaned loudly in appreciation of my control. This guy was good, in fact he was amazing it had been along time since someone had pleasured me but this guy made up for that, James was fantastic with his mouth and he knew it. As I thrust into his throat he slid his hands under my ass and gripped it tight, he started to pull it up fiercely making me fuck his face, the whole thing was fantastic then it got a whole lot better. He slipped his index finger up my arse, no lube no warning he just put it straight in there, the feeling sent me over the edge and my balls tensed up before shooting load after load of hot cum into his hungry mouth he tried hard to keep it all I could tell but he failed, letting some drip down his face. As he pulled me out of him I was still Cumming and a huge load landed on his face. He moved up to me before letting a load of cum fall from his mouth and onto my face, he then moved down to my lips and kissed me as my juice flowed between us. Suddenly as we were kissing we heard a noise at the door, as we pulled away and looked to the door of the bedroom there were two guys stood there boner in hand watching us lustfully. James jumped off me shouting shit fuck shit but the two guys just laughed and looked down to their hard dicks, James then shut up and the same smile I had come to love appeared across his face. He walked upto one of the guys and kissed him before turning to me and then I realised that's when I knew were I recognised his voice from, he wasn't just James, he was James Bourne and these two, his flatmates were Charlie Simpson and Matt Willis together they were, they are Busted.