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!
Read and enjoy!!!
SIMPLY WORDS
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After the crowds had dispersed, we went to McDonald's to grab a bite, Stephen told me. "You go find us a place. I'll buy the food. What do you want to eat."
"I'm not hungry!!!" I told him curtly.
"Go, just find us a seat or something." He ordered. "I'll buy the foods."
When he finally came with the food, he told me the whole story. "Back in the shower, when you were singing? I thought you've got a very nice voice. So I told Ronan, why not let you sing a song or two in tonight's concert."
"BIG DIFFERENCE!" I almost choked him. "I can not sing! Can't you tell the difference between singing and howling!"
"I know the difference between singing and howling. And you, darling, you were singing. I know you can...
I heard you." He smiled his disarming grin. Boy, does he abuse his smile. "Please do it for me, hmmm?"
"I hate you." I shot a look at him. "I'll do it but if anything will go wrong, it'll be your fault."
"Nothing will go wrong, trust me." He said, grabbing his Big Mac and a few sticks of fries. "I trusted you, don't I."
At that point, I wanted to pour the entire content of my large coke over his head. I wanted to strangle him, push his head so far down his neck that it would come out of his asshole. How did I ever sink into this much shit?
"Andy... Earth to Andy... Hey, are you there?" Stephen was waving his large coke at my face, trying to get my attention. "Andy!!!"
"I'm no talking you!!!" I looked at him sharply. "I never talk to traitors and/ or back stabbers!"
"We have to go now!" He grabbed my hands "We still have to practice."
"WE?" I asked.
"Yeah, we. We still have to practice for the concert tonight." He looked at me, matter-of-factly
"We? We are not going to be singing tonight at the concert." I explained. "You! You are going to be singing tonight at the concert! The boys! They are going to be singing tonight at the concert! Me? I am not going be singing tonight at the concert! Is that too hard for you to comprehend?"
"Oh, stop over dramatizing!" He smiled at me. "It's definitely not you."
"Okay, I'll sing." I mumbling. "But I won't like it."
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"Hurry!" He shouted as we ran towards the backstage entrance. "I don't want to be late."
"I'M NOT GOING TO SING." I shouted. "CAN'T YOU UNDERSTAND THAT!!!"
"We already talked about it, and YOU WILL SING!" He growled at me, so fiercely that he scared me. Then his features softened as looked at me with his puppy dog eyes. "Please? For me, huh? Please, for me?"
"I hate you." I smiled in exhaustion, in exasperation. "You know, you should get that smile amputated. You abused it shamelessly."
"It's a curse, I know." He smiled then went in the door. "Come on."
We went in the backstage, and all of then, they're already there. "Hi, Stephen, Andy, what took you so long." Ronan greeted us. I felt being part of the group already.
"Looks like you guys really hit the town." Mikey added cheerfully. "I just hope no one saw you getting intimate."
I squirmed with discomfort with that remark. "Of course not!" Stephen filled in.
"Andy, I heard that you can really hit notes." Keith told me.
Shane interjected. "Why don't you try some of our songs."
"I'll try. Any request?" I said shyly, then joked. "Probably the 'Sound of Silence'?"
"From what Stephen been talking, you can really sing 'Father and Son'." Ronan replied then added grinning. "I hope you're not here to replace me."
"The guy can really talk, can't he!" I shot Stephen a dirty look, which he returned a sweet angelic smile.
"I think I can start now. So anytime now, you guys can start covering your ears. Feel free to stop me."
"It's not time to make a change
just relax and take it slowly
you're still young that your fault,
there's so much you to go through
find a girl, settle down
if you want you can marry
look at me, I am old
but I'm happy..."
During my song, I continually faced the floor. I didn't like to see their horrified expression while they listened to me. I know I don't have a voice to match theirs, so I continued singing the best that I can and hope that they didn't listen to me too much. I thought how good it would be to tear the smile off Stephen's face.
"I was once like you are now
And I know that it's not easy
To be come when you found
Something going on
Take your time, think a lot
Think of everything you've got
For you will still be here tomorrow
But your dreams may not."
"I'm going to kill him," I thought. "I going to kill Stephen. I'm going to chop off his head, stuff it with cotton and mount it on a pole. I'm going to cut his head and draw on it as if it was a chalkboard and display it for all humanity to see."
"How can I try to explain
When I do he turns away again
It's always been the same
ame old story
From the moment I could talk
I was ordered to listen
There's away and I know
That I have to go away
I know I have to go."
Finally, I thought that they've suffered enough, I ended the song. "There, I won't finish the song. I hope you don't hate it that much." I faked a smile with a pained expression on my face.
Judging from their stunned faces, I knew I wasn't good. "So, after hearing my song, I guess I won't be singing tonight." I sighed with mixed emotions. I was relieved that I wasn't singing but only now did I realize that I was such a bad singer. "So now that's this over, I'll leave so that you can continue with your rehearsal. I'm sorry if wasted your time. If anyone needs me, I'll be at the hotel, soaking my head in the bathtub until I drown."
As I began to walk away, I heard Mikey shout. "STOP HIM BEFORE HE GETS AWAY!!!"
"WE LOVE YOU!!!" Ronan shouted running toward me.
"Hey, I discovered a new star." Stephen cheered, then looked at my pale face. "Andy, are okay?"
"I feel weak." I began fall and the darkness covered my sight.
"Medics!!!... Somebody call the medics!"
After the haze finally cleared out of my head, "Ohhh, my head..." I groaned.
"Andy,... are you okay?" Stephen asked. "You suddenly collapsed."
"What had happen." I asked as I started to stand up
"Well,..." Ronan started. "We were looking for a sixth member, so... hello, sixth member."
"Excuse me?!" I asked in shock
"Well, you're part of us now." Mikey smiled. "Welcome to Boyzone, Andy."
I was so shocked, that I didn't know what to do. I stood there stunned, dazed and confused. I wanted to say something, but I didn't know what to say. For the very first time in life, I was speechless. "Come here and kiss me, you fool!!!" Stephen grabbed my hand.
I smiled and gave him a kiss on the cheek, on the forehead, on his lips. Heck, I didn't know what the hell I was doing. I looked around me if there was any shocked expression. No, nothing. The boys did absolutely nothing. Nobody was shocked, as if me kissing Stephen was the most typical and average thing they had ever seen... Mike was shaking his head, laughing. Keith and Shane helped me up to my feet.
"Okay, guys, I think it's time to practice." Ronan shouted. "People, prepare yourself."
"You sit there on the front row." Stephen suggested and gave a light kiss on the cheek. "You'll be our critic this afternoon."
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"So what are you going to sing for us to night?" Ronan asked me as we were going back to our hotel after their rehearsal.
"Well, if it's okay with you, I'd like to sing 'Father and Son'." I asked. "It's my favorite."
"BUT THAT MY SONG!" Ronan shouted angrily. I was shocked by the sudden change of his personality. I halt on my tracks. Then, he laughed. "Got you!!! Of course you can. How about for your second song."
"My what?" I was bewildered.
"Your second song." Shane offered to answer. "Since you're not yet an official part of the act, you can't be part of the whole show. So we decided to give you two segments."
"You mean, you're willing to stake you career over a guy who sounds like a frog?" I looked at them in disbelief. "I can't believe you guys!"
"Believe it, we know talent when see one." Keith encouraged me. "Besides, would we make you our sixth member if you were no good?"
"We don't think so." Mikey added.
"What would be your suggestion?" I inquired.
"Any song you liked." Stephen answered and then quipped. "Just don't sing anything from the Backstreet Boys." We all laughed.
I thought for a while then said. "I think I'll sing 'Quit Playing Games with My Heart'". I looked at their stunned faces and shouted. "Kidding!!! No, seriously, I'll go with 'Love moves in mysterious ways' by Julia Fordham."
"Guess who's the great romantic." Quipped Mikey.
"Good choice." Keith said. "Hey, here's my room. See you later, I going to get some rest for later."
"Me, too!" Mikey responded then joked. "Hey, Andy, Stephen, don't over work yourself. Wink,... wink,... nudge,... nudge..."
"Don't worry! We won't." Stephen retorted.
"Stephen, I have something to tell you." I began when we finally entered our room. "Can you spare me a minute."
"Sure, what's on your mind." He told me as he embraced his arms around my shoulder. "What the problem, Andy."
"I just nervous about tonight. This is my first time, after all." I told him. "What did you do to get the butterflies out of your stomach when you first appeared on stage."
"I try to make love with the crowd..." He said it in a straightforward manner.
"Don't you ever think of anything else besides sex." I laughed as I was sitting on my bed.
"I'm not kidding. When you make love, you don't have to be ashamed to you partner." He explained. "You know, like being naked in front of someone you really love. Do you understand what I'm saying."
"I can't imagine,... No, wait I don't want to imagine what you're theory is." I had to shake my head and grinned.
"Then, want to put my theory to test?" he told me teasingly.
"Ohhhhh, I don't think so..." I stood up from the bed. "I think I'm already tense enough"
"Well, they say sex can really put you at ease." Stephen said with a wicked sparkle in his eyes. He came behind me and massaged my back and shoulder muscles. "So,... do you care to disprove that explanation."
"Who said that first." I mocked him. "Dr. Stephen David Patrick Gately?"
"I think it was Masters and Johnson." He pointed out then corrected me again. "And that's Dr. Stephen PATRICK DAVID Gately to you.
"Whatever!!!" I raised my arms in exasperation.
"So, like I said, would you like to disprove my theory." He challenged me.
"I have an idea." I ran to my bag and dug up my camera. "Found it. Let's see how daring you really are in front of the camera."
"Try me!" He dared me.
"That is what I exactly plan to do."
As I ordered him to strike a pose, he began doing a model's catwalk moves. I started shooting. He turned round in a gesture of fake self-indulgence. Stephen tossed his hair back in a very overdone way. "You're such a ham." I laughed then encouraged him. "Now tear you're shirt open. Rip it up like you're in lust."
He tore his shirt apart and out came the most beautiful chest I ever saw. Sure, I saw it may times before, but it was only when I was behind the camera when I realized its youthfulness and masculinity. His chest was super smooth, not even a single, sparse hair could be found, yet it was well chiseled as if a Greek marble statue had came to life. It was rippled with muscle, a six-pack cracked on his abdomen, but it had hint of about an ounce of baby fat, to remind me of his youth and vitality.
I wanted to grab Stephen then and there but I told myself. "Patience, remember that he wants you bad, you know that. You can have him anytime and anywhere you want. Just wait and watch his reaction in front of the camera."
He continued his dance that would certainly shame Salome with her rendition of the dance of the seven veils. With every twist of hips, every shake of his shoulder and with every thrust of his groin, his bulge seemed to get bigger. "Now, unbuckle you belt and used it like a lasso or something, cowboy!" I commanded as I proceeded to click my camera. "Come on, give me more,... give me more, yeah!"
He pulled his belt out from its place and handled like a whip. Like some dominator, he looked the camera and ordered me to come closer. I moved to another angle as I continued to take shot of him. "Good, very good. Now, unzipped your fly and slowly... slowly drop it to the floor."
He did it as I told him. Sexily, he unbuttoned his pants and slowly lowered his zipper. He turned his back towards me and casually pushed it down his hairless legs, raising his boxer-covered bubble but in the process. "Now, for the coup de grace, tear off you boxer." I ordered him. "Let the world see your,... uhm,.. your bratwurst. Come on done be shy."
He stopped dance and stood there stunned.
"What happened, stud." I laughed at his shocked face. "What happened to your 'making love to the camera' routine."
"I'm not going to continue..." he paused and came closer to me. "If you're not here beside me."
"What about you're experiment." I smiled.
"Who cares. I just want you." He grabbed my crotch, grinned and said. "Ah, I see you were please with my dance."
With him leading the way, Stephen pulled me to the bed and said "Let's take care of that problem between your legs. Come on don't be shy. I want you to fuck my face."
I didn't have to be told twice. Immediately, I stripped to my birthday suit and climbed on top of him. "Straddle my face." He said grabbing my dick and pulling my dick over.
He put two pillows behind his head as I mounted his head. My knees were like a nutcracker to his skull. I used the top of the headboard to situate my weight. My dick was hovering over top of his mouth, I looked into his eyes for a moment then shoved my cock down his throat. He took it all, even grabbing the back of my ass cheeks to push me down further.
I got into a fast pumping motion moving it in and out of his mouth. I pumped in and out of his face, causing my dick to become a blur in his mouth. I moaned and cried out in pleasure. I felt my balls and my dick tense up.
"Oh God!" I cried out, "I'm going to cum! I'm going to cum straight down your throat!!!"
I shoved my dick in as deep as I could and exploded down his throat. It seemed like endless ribbons of cum kept jetting out of my dick. I have to give Stephen three thumbs up. He was able swallow it all or even just keep my cum inside his mouth with out leaking it all over his face. I fell down on top of him. Kissing his face and mouth. Then he opened up his mouth and on his tongue was a splattering of my cum that he didn't shallow.
He smiled like the impish angel.
I lunged at his mouth and sucked on his tongue tasting my own cum. We kissed and fondled each other for over ten minutes. Licking each others mouths, necks, chests. "Don't move." I instructed him. 'Just stay on your back."
He did as he was told and I moved to turn around. I moved up and placed my legs so his head was between them. I laid down on him and moved my body so that his mouth was below my cock. I also found what I wanted his cock.
"I thought you might want to try 69." I said speaking into Stephen dick
I licked at his head and tongued it. I wanted it, and I didn't want to waste my time beating around the bush. I opened my mouth and took his tool. I relaxed my mouth and took his whole cock into my mouth, my face rubbing against his crouch hairs. I sucked hard, using my tongue inside my mouth to lick it up and down.
Stephen also took my cock into his mouth. He used his mouth like a vacuum, sucking hard, and long. He inserted it in and out of his mouth, letting it bob in and out, sucking it hard. I was in heaven. Sucking and being sucked. I gobbled and licked his entire shaft, moving my head to suck it from the tip to the end. He also sucked with great force, and used great speed.
Soon both our balls were getting tight. I knew we were both close. I sucked harder, using my hands to rub his balls. I heard Stephen moan with my dick in his mouth and his dick go tense. I was then treated to hot cum exploding into my mouth and down the back of my throat. He pushed his crotch straight up into my mouth, as I continued sucking. He shoot load after load as I swallowed it all savoring each drop. I felt my dick tense up, and I moaned over Stephen's dick. I shot down his throat, pumping my cum as I felt him swallow it all. My dick shot my load into his mouth. We both sighed, enjoying each other.
"I hate to break this up but..." I told him "Don't we have to prepare for our performance tonight."
"Oh, sure..." He answered unenthusiastically. "Like, I'm so excited."
"If you want to rest go ahead, I going out for a while and look for something to eat." I replied. "I hungry."
So I stepped out the room and proceeded to the elevator. As I walked through the corridors passed by the other boys' rooms, I noticed that the doors were opened and ajar. Afraid that someone might have broken in, I, silently, walked in. Much to my surprise, I found no one there and the rooms remained untouched and were not in disarray.
"Strange," I thought. "Where would they be?"
I continued my search until reached Shane's room. I heard their voices. They were talking about something. It wasn't my nature to eavesdrop but this was totally unexpected. I mean why didn't they include Stephen and me. Does this mean anything? I stayed outside the doorway and listened to their conversation.
-----to be continued-----