AN: For now I have finished with my Busted series 'Busted Love', (sorry for the bad title) instead I have begun this McFly story, after a few chapters of this I'm planning a cross-over. Perhaps the band goes on tour a festivities happen back stage (let's think about that for a second!). All ideas and comments are welcome just email me. DISCLAIMER: This probably wasn't an accurate account of what happened on Nov 30th (Dougie's Birthday) but I guy can dream but in no way am I implying any of the actions in the following document happened in real life... but they may have. ;.)
Enjoy.
Seventeenth
Dougie was just sixteen, he was the youngest member of McFly and tomorrow was his seventeenth birthday and he was excited. Harry and Danny are eighteen and Tom is nineteen, so Dougie has always felt a little left out. He had been hoping something would happen that something would change tomorrow, he still wouldn't be able to drink alcohol in public like the others or go to the clubs they do but he was hoping for more acceptance into the social side of the group. Tomorrow things will change.
Dougie woke up that morning excited about his birthday, and by something else by the look of the lump at the centre of his sheets. He reached down and found his boxers damp, he didn't remember having a particularly erotic dream. He lifted the covers to check the damage and realised that there was semen trailing up his body. 'Shit! That must have been some good dream.' He grabbed a tissue from the box at side of the bed, the place every teen boy needs one. He then tried to get as much of the cum of his body. He changed his stained boxers for some fresh ones and threw on a robe. The used underwear was tossed across his bed; it slid down the corner of the room where the rest of his clothes lay. Dougie headed to the kitchen not knowing how early or late it was but knowing that he was thirsty. "There he is the birthday boy!" Tom hollered even though the others were right next to him. They all looked rather smug, Dougie wondered why that was. "Take a seat Mr. Poynter." Danny said in a butler style voice, he stood up offering a seat between Tom and Harry. "I'm just going to get a drink thanks," Dougie tried to edge away, it looked like they were planning something. "We insist." Danny added with a smile, practically dragging the boy to the empty seat and pushing him down. "What do want to drink, I'll get it for you." "Err, thanks," Dougie half smiled still suspicious, "Orange juice will be fine." Danny wondered off to the kitchen which was just off the room they were in. Dougie watched him in his tight blue boxer briefs and a navy blue t-shirt just covering the top of the half-moon shaped bum. "Is there anything else you want birthday boy." Tom added eyes lighting up. "Wh..." Dougie was a little distracted, "Oh, em, I think I'm alright thanks." "We got to give you your presents." Tom left obviously excited. "Seventeen, you're growing up." Harry mocked, rustling Dougie's morning hair.
The rest of the band continued to act like this throughout the morning. He received a Kill Bill DVD, the new Green Day album and new t-shirt. "Time for the final present," Tom said, still unable to control the volume of his voice, "Here you go." The present was a big rectangular box wrapped in foil. Dougie stripped the shiny paper away expecting big things from this final present. It was a black leather box just larger than a shoe box. Dougie yanked at either side of the box until his fingers slipped and it snapped tight. "It's locked! What's the use of a locked box?" Dougie asks. "You get the box first you'll have to work for the key!" Harry said with a wink. Dougie wasn't sure what he meant by that.
Dougie was going to meet his family and after his breakfast he decided to get ready, "do you guys know if anyone's in the shower?" Tom was for some reason straddling Danny, "No it's free." Tom had pinned Danny's arms to the ground, maybe they were play fighting? So Dougie headed to the shower as he got closer he saw the door was ajar but he could hear the water going. He started to wonder whether Harry might be using it or maybe he just forgot to turn off the water. Dougie peered around the door and saw the water was running. Then he saw Harry standing there with his back facing him. He was now only wearing blue and white cotton stripe boxers. His thumbs hooked his remaining clothing and slowly, almost purposely the cotton slipped down the flesh of his butt revealing more of this rather impressive feature of his. So there was someone in the shower, Dougie thought unable to take his eyes off the guy he had been friends with for over almost two years, his tongue wetting his lips. 'I can't watch him have a shower', Dougie thought, but what his mind was saying is wrong his cock was saying is right. It thumped against his thigh as if to remind him not to take his eyes of this gorgeous specimen who had now stepped under the shower. The water streamed off his young shoulders and down his back and fell into the crack off his cute ass. Dougie's hips played a mind of their own, his dick rubbed up against the cold wall as he gript on to the door frame, at any moment Harry could turn round and he would be caught, this added to the excitement. Harry lathered up his shoulder and the suds followed the stream of hot water. Dougie could see from the back that he was lathering his arms, his chest; his stomach and his arms went lower over the part Dougie was dying to get his hands on. "Mmm." Harry moaned. Dougie imagined what Harry would look like rubbing soap over his huge cock, rubbing his firm hand tightly against his thick dick slicking it with bubbles of shower gel, tugging at his balls. He could see Harry's arm rise and fall slowly. Dougie needed more than just light friction he reached into his boxers and to rub his moist dick soft and firmly sending tingles up and down his back. Harry's armed quickened and his quiet grunts got louder, the hand that wasn't playing with his cock was continuing to spread soapsuds across his broad chest down to his right hip and then he began rubbing the white foam across his firm buttocks, pushing them together and pulling them apart roughly getting more vigorous. The hand slipped into the boys crack. 'God this what hot!' Dougie thought biting his lip not wanting a sound to escape him, if only he would turn round so he could see his hardness protrude from his skater body. Dougie watched closely as Harry slipped a finger into his tight hole with a low sigh. "So, there is someone in the shower." 'Who's that?!' Dougie jumped, he was too scared to move and he'd been caught. It was Danny he could tell from the sound of his voice, he quickly removed his hand from his boxers and Harry turned round to see the noise, which is when Dougie saw a generous glimpse of his beautiful manhood just for a second. "Maybe we should leave him alone to wash," Danny said patting Dougie on the shoulder closing the door. Dougie couldn't help it, he couldn't hold it in, and a single shot of semen ejected from is dick and trickle down his smooth leg. 'Oh, God,' Dougie though, but Danny must not have noticed as now he had carried on down the hall. Dougie headed straight to his room determined to avoid the rest of the band for the rest of the morning trying to avoid the most embarrassing moment of his life, he didn't even feel like finishing off his wank. He removed his freshly damp boxer and changed them for the second time to day and added it too the pile. He would just get ready and head to his parent as fast as he could hoping this would all blow over.
The whole of the time he spent with his family he was distant thinking over the event that had happened thinking about whether Harry or Danny had seen him watching the show whilst jerking off. They'd think he was some sort of gay pervert; they may even throw him out of the band. They had had such a good time this month as well. Both Danny and Dougie were up for most fanciable male at the Smash Hits poll winner's party and the band were having fun over who to vote for. Harry voted for him, he felt flattered and Tom had voted for Danny and they laughed about it and played about saying how fanciable they were but he'd ruined that now, on his birthday! Dougie had got here at 12 it was now ten past five. His mom was surprised he had spent so long here he usually always wanted to go out with the rest of the boys, but Dougie insisted that he spend more time with them for now. 'Beep, Beep! Beep, Beep!' The sulking teen had a text message.
'Wher r u? we ave more surprises 4 u. Harrys cook an everything! Tom'
Dougie let the corner of his mouth turn up, 'at least Tom doesn't hate me. Everything must be alright or they wouldn't invite me back, would they?' "I think I'm going back to the flat now mom." Dougie said standing. "Aren't you staying for tea?" "No, apparently Harry's cooking." "I doubt that! Anyway I'll take you down." Dougie said goodbye his sister and left to head back to the flat.
Dougie headed back in his mom's car smiling to himself, his mom gave him looks of curiosity but dared not ask what it was he was smiling at.
The birthday boy waved his mom away after she had dropped him in front of the home of four teen boys. He opened the front door and was greeted by the smell of Greek food and the strong guitar cords played by Blink 182. He walked in and the rest of the band jumped out yelling and whistling and pulling party poppers causing coloured ribbons of paper to rain on his head. Dougie giggled and laughed grabbing a clump of the party streams and throwing back at them unsuccessfully. He looked over at the selections of his favourite foods. "You made all this!" He asked as the excitement toned down. "Sure, I phone the guy myself." Harry laughed. "I helped open the containers and put it on plates!" Danny added; acting annoyed that Harry was getting all the credit for ordering Greek food. Danny was now dancing on the table with Tom both showing off their low hanging trousers. 'Aren't those the same underwear I was wearing this morning,' he though looking at Danny helping himself to food, 'and the pair that Tom is wearing are those others, they can't be! Why would they clean my dirty clothes and then wear them, unless it was a joke?'
The party continued with much dancing and eating and plenty of drink, it seemed that every time he went back to his drink more had been added. Suddenly the music stopped and an eerie silence swept across the room. "What happened to the music!?" Dougie slurred. The three other looked at him seriously and took a seat. "What's the matter?" Dougie said innocently. "Sit down, the party's over," Harry replied gravely. Dougie sat between Danny and Tom, Harry sat opposite. "What?" he asked "It's 10:48 exactly the very moment you were born. We think now we should tell you now that we know, we caught you, you dirty perverted faggot!" Harry spat. "What?" is all Dougie could whimper not knowing what else to do or say, his heart sank. Danny and Tom clamped down on his arms enabling no escape. "It's time you got your punishment!" Harry added standing.
A/N: Don't worry it will turn out ok!