Standard Disclaimer: This entire piece is fictional. Any true to life correspondences would be coincidental, if not surreal. Also, if some facts are wrong, then please, correct me. I'm just about trying to find out as much about them. The piece also does not point fingers at the sexuality of the members of BBMak, or any other affiliation. Also, if you're not of legal age, or uncomfortable with gay erotic literature, leave now.
Sooner or Later by Hymmetry
The day had been fairly hectic for the members of BBMak. British boys Mark Barry, Christian Burns and Ste (pronounced, stEE) McNally all were rather surprised at how things had turned out for them. Just months earlier, they had been relative unknowns, busking their sound to the corporate music industry until they finally got noticed and discovered. Not long after that, they had an album out and were touring the United States. The trio, undoubtedly were very close. But still, secrets were being kept, and would test the group's future.
"Damn!"
Ste McNally was having a crisis. The tall, pale handsome young man's expression was troubled, his emotions otherwise contorting his chistled features. It had happened again; he was dreaming about his bandmate, Mark.
This had never happened to him before. He had always considered himself to be a straight man, a guy interested in girls. But lately, he had been having odd dreams-his hands caressing Mark's strong, hairy chest, his lips roaming all over Mark's body. It wasn't normal for him, he thought. And yet a part of him enjoyed the experience immensely.
Perhaps he was just suffering from no release. The tour had taken its toll on him, and he was tired. He was tired everyday, and there was nothing he could do about it.
Ste checked the time. 5:00 am. Time to get up and face the new day. Suddenly his hotel room looked uninviting, and god, he wanted out of a place where he had just gone through perhaps one of the more uncomfortable nighttime experiences of his life.
The youth got up, removed his top, and proceeded to change for the day's work.
"Oh shit."
Ste had looked down to see a full grown hardon, his penis reaching its maximum length of 8 inches, poking out of his boxer's garter. He couldn't go out with that jutting out. Ste furtively look around-he knew he needed release. And hey, maybe it would take away his thoughts of Mark.
After making sure his door was looked, Ste finally lay himself on his bed, pushing away the rumpled sheets. He sighed as he kicked off his boxers, and began to gently stroke his penis, his other hand cupping his balls for added pleasure. His body began to shake in response. Ste smiled and licked his lips, and went on his usual pace.
Somehow though, it wasn't enough. Ste gripped his penis more firmly, stroking faster. He wanted the most of this experience, he wanted to blank away all ideas and just live for the pleasure of the moment. He grew more frantic, and stroked faster than before. Ste's expression was one of ecstasy, and moans came unbidden out of his mouth. The Brit's body was writhing on the bed, and finally, Ste knew he was about to come.
It was that moment that Mark suddenly entered Ste's head. Mark's face reflecting pure pleasure. Mark submitting to an orgasm. Mark's body shuddering as Mark's dick was spewing out loads of cum. Ste didn't shirk from the intense pictures as he did earlier; he had entered orgasm, and he moaned out Mark's name, over and over again.
Cum came gushing out of Ste's dick, milky white semen spilling all over his toned abdomen. Some had even reached Ste's chest. But he didn't mind. He had just had the most intense orgasm of his entire masturbatory life.
Ste sighed. It looked he had to clean himself up. That, and he was still thinking of Mark.
Hours later, Ste joined Mark and his other bandmate, Christian Burns at the bus. They were riding for Arizona, where they would meet with some music executives who were planning a joint concert between them and Britney Spears. It was a rather long drive, so the guys amused themselves with conversation.
"Hey Ste, how was your night? You look pretty tired.", asked a concerned Chris(tian).
"Well.it wasn't so good." Ste avoided looking at Mark.
Ste obviously didn't want to talk about it, so Chris shut up. An uncomfortable silence filled the room. It was finally Mark who broke it.
"Are you guys excited about Britney? I hear she's a real flirt. Do you think she'd want to go for us?"
Chris smiled. "I certainly hope so. It's been quite a while since my last good shag. Too bad we don't have groupies yet." The blond singer smiled again, obviously thinking about the last time. His green eyes seemed dazed, and he sort of blanked out.
Seeing this, Mark gave up on Chris to keep up the talking and turned to Ste.
"And how about you? You do remember you're the guy who answered 'Yes please' when TRL asked what would be the first thing that entered your head when Britney's name was mentioned."
"Uhhhmmm." Ste bit his lip. He had regretted that moment, and he didn't want to relive it. Besides, didn't Mark know he was joking then?
"Then again," Mark continued, "You also did say 'Yes please' when it came to masturbation." Mark grinned, as Ste choked on that.
Ste couldn't but help feel annoyed. Here was the bloke who he had fantasies about jabbing insults at him! Insults, no matter how friendly, were pretty dangerous at the moment, and Ste sincerely wanted to punch Mark at the nose.
"Shut up, Mark." Ste's nostrils were flaring. Why did Mark have to act.so.so freaking straight?!?
Wait. Where did that come from? Ste's mind began to reel has he realized he was thinking himself different from Mark. He was different. He had categorized Mark as something else.and what did that mean to him? Could he admit it to himself? Was he, Ste McNally, gay?
It was too much. Ste eyelids began to flutter as his head began to droop.
"Ste? Ste?!? Ste, what's happening?!? STE!!!!"
"Ste? Are you okay?" A voice was tenderly asking.
"Oww.who is it? Who.what's happening here?" Ste's voice came out groggily. He fluttered his eyes, and finally adjusted them to the light that was pouring in. Above him, Mark Barry, his bandmate, his fantasy, was looking upon him in concern.
"You hit your head fainting, Ste. Wonder why you did that, but doctor says you'll be fine, but god, man, you have a bump the size of me fist on ye!" Mark breathed.
Ste smiled. Mark always lapsed into a semi-Scottish accent when he was feeling emotional.
"So where we are we?" Ste asked.
"In the middle of nowhere." Mark smiled. "No, just kidding ye, we're in another hotel room. Ye've been sleeping like a tot for the past several hours."
The prone member of BBMak grimaced. "Great. I was out cold for." Ste looked at the clock. It registered 4 am. Considering that he fainted early in the morning, he computed that he'd been out for over 18 hours!
"Oh shit." Ste muttered.
"It's okay.well.oh." Mark's sentence was punctuated with yawns. Ste noticed this with some worry.
"How long have you been waiting for me to get up?"
"Well.(yawn).I guess since ye.(yawn).first knocked ye head." Mark's head began to droop.
"You've been bloody awake for the past 18 hours?!?" Ste cried. "Get to sleep, why dontcha!?!"
"Yes.mummy." Mark grinned softly, as he crashed himself on a nearby couch. He was obviously tired, and could finally rest, knowing that Ste was okay. In seconds, he was asleep.
Ste gazed on Mark's sleeping form longingly. It had been ages since he and Mark had slept in the same room together, not since their starving artist days. He had forgotten how Mark's breathing was unreal. Soft, rhythmic, and deep. With that memory, Ste knew at that moment that he loved Mark. He couldn't deny it any further-how else could he explain the beating in his chest, and how it was fluttering quickly like a frightened bird.
Ste breathed. His heart was pounding even faster, and his body started shaking. Cold sweat began to appear all over his body as his emotions took over him. Somehow, he had to show Mark that he loved him. Somehow, he had repay Mark for the concern that Mark had shown for him.
Unbidden, Ste went of his bed, and approached the couch where Mark was sleeping. He took one long look and breathed deeply, knowing that his next actions would make or break him.
Ste reached out with hands, and gently lay them over Mark's chest. Mark felt nothing-his breathing continued, undisturbed. Ste longed to feel was was under the shirt upon which his hands lay, and gave in to the urge.
Slowly, carefully, the Brit lifted his hands off Mark's chest and slid them underneath his love's shirt. Ste began to breathe even more deeply.
No use doing this, he thought, if it only makes me collapse due to hyperventilation!
Ste had always known that the handsome lead singer of BBMak was a something of a bear. Nevertheless, he gasped as his hands roamed over the fur that covered Mark's chest, and smiled as the hair thinned into a treasure trail leading to Mark's pubic areas. Ste licked his lips. He prayed that he wouldn't be broken.
Not knowing what caused him to do it, Ste carefully raised Mark's arms and slid off his bandmate's shirt. He had some trouble to take it all off when it reached the head, but thankfully, the collar could be stretched, and Ste was able to finally his love's full torso.
Ste was still shaking, whether from nervousness or arousal, he didn't know. He leaned forward, not quite trusting himself, and planted kisses all over Mark's chest.
Out of some sheer impulse however, Ste kissed one of Mark's nipples. The result was gratifying.
Mark's regular breathing suddenly rose to a soft gasp, as Ste continued kissing his nipples with a gentle kind of passion. Ste, galvanized by the sound, began to suck on it, bringing even more gasps and a raspy, throaty sound to come out of Mark.
Ste was not satisfied, however; he still wanted Mark to know what he felt, to feel what he felt for Mark.
So, going lower, Ste kept on kissing and licking Mark's body, his hands trailing in interesting places when finally, he stopped at Mark's shorts, one of two obstacles left to his desired prize.
Recklessly daring, Ste pulled off Mark's shorts. He tugged, and somehow, Mark subconsciously complied by raising his pelvis up and bringing it back down. All that remained were a pair of light blue Jockeys that Ste promptly gazed at in adoration.
It looked like his ministrations on Mark Barry had had an affect on his precious bandmate. There, underneath the briefs and clearly outlined, was a cock large enough to rival, nay, surpass his own. It looked sturdy; it was roughly 9 inches in length and 1.5 inches in diameter. As it was, it was still growing, and it generously leaked precum at the tip, staining the light blue of the briefs into a navy.
Ste smiled. It was now or never. Ste felt Mark's penis through the fabric of Mark's underwear, and was further turned out as Mark began to groan softly, still unaware of the erotic motions done upon him.
Well, it's about time he found out, Ste thought.
Easing the waistband down, Ste saw Mark's penis spring into its full height of 11 inches, dripping precum. Ste licked his lips and muttered, "God, I'm new at this, help me now."
Ste took the cock in his hands, lovingly held it, and for the first time in his life, let a penis enter his mouth. It tasted good, he noted, and nibbled at the tip, while his tongue slathered all he felt for Mark all over the shaft.
Mark Barry, in the meanwhile, was grunting heavily. His dreams were awfully erotic.but then.a wave of pleasure so real passed over him, that he woke up.
Mark was surprised to find himself in Ste's room. Then he remembered that he had crashed on the couch, tired, having cared for Ste for almost the whole day. But this.Mark suppressed an urge to moan loudly as another wave of pleasure hit him, coming from his dick. Looking down, he saw, to his amazement, one of his best friends, Ste, giving him a blowjob. His first blowjob.
Mark had never admitted it, but he was a total stranger to the world of sex, and even more of a stranger to the world of sexuality. To him, pleasure was pleasure. Sure, he jerked off once in a while, and looked at girls like he was supposed to, but what Ste was giving him was special. And he found that he wanted more. He reached over with his hands to urge Ste's head to urge Ste on to more places where he wanted the pleasure to come from.
Unaware that Mark was awake, Ste was shocked to feel hands run through his hair, guiding him to different parts of Mark's cock. Forcing his head up, he was amazed to see Mark, his head thrown back, his lips mouthing out Ste's name over and over again. Encouraged, he went back to his work, making Mark cry out in even more pleasure.
Finally, it was too much for Mark, who had been receiving Ste's touch for quite a while now. At last the time had come.
"Ste..oh yeah.shit Ste.yes.oh fuck.more.more..yes.Yessssss..Ste...STE! STE!!! Aaaa..I'm cumming..I'm cumming..!!!"
Ste was busy letting his tongue lap up Mark's shaft and firmly clamped his mouth on Mark's dick when finally, the world stopped.
Load after load exploded out of Mark's dick, overflowing Ste's mouth, and covering the rest of Ste's face. Mark, on the other hand, was shuddering, his orgasm screaming through him. Mark's groans were filling the entire room. Ste, hot, aroused, began lapping up Mark's semen, cleaning up the spill.
Ste couldn't believe his luck. And Mark either. The two of them looked at each other, not knowing what to say. When finally, Mark pointed to Ste's hardon and asked,
"Do you want help with that?"
"Sure."
As they get ready for the second wind, the door swung open, exposing two cum-dripped members of BBMak to the third and last member of BBMAK.
"WHAT THE HELL IS THIS?!?" Chris shouted.
And all hell broke lose.
Sorry to say this, but can't seem to find a way to continue the story. I'm having trouble with development as it is. Wish I did know more about BBMak, aside from the fact that they're a kick-ass group with good looking guys.
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