Date: Fri, 30 Dec 2005 02:56:56 +0100
From: tsunami@london.com
Subject: Kind of Perfect, Parts 1-3

Kind of Perfect, by mattbuck
Parts 1-3


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Other stories I've written can be found on my website, in the fiction section
http://mattbuck.sixwinter.com



My other stories in the Nifty Boy Bands section are:

Dougie's Private Fantasy
Pattycake
And I Love Him
Changing Rooms
Dreamscape
The Nurse



Usual disclaiming sort of stuff, I don't know McFly, I don't know their
sexualities, this story is not in any way based on real life events. Oh,
and it contains gay sex, so please make sure you're 18.


      I lay naked in bed, looking up at the teen angel standing over me,
the soft material of the duvet covering me from the neck down. His lean
torso was covered with a tight black T-shirt, his legs with dark blue
jeans, over the belt of which some black and blue patterned boxer shorts
peeped enticingly. A few plastic bracelets circled his wrists, and metal
necklace adorned his collar. His dark brown hair went down past his eyes,
and almost obscured the small earring in his left ear. God he was so
fucking perfect. His smile was infectious, his open mouth showing perfectly
straight white teeth as his tongue swept around his lips erotically as his
hands wandered over his chest, down until his left went under his T-shirt,
pushing until it was at his right shoulder, incidentally showing off cute
stomach. My right hand went under the duvet, softly squeezing my hard cock,
anticipating what would happen next.

      Now, if the girl groupies had seen this, they'd have fallen into two
groups.  One group who go off to cry that their favourite popstar is gay;
the others who would find a chair, open their legs and masturbate watching
Danny slowly tease his shirt off standing by my bed. Damn the guy was
gorgeous - toned chest and stomach, powerful looking arms, cutest face
imaginable... His chest was totally hairless, which struck me as slightly
odd for an eighteen year old - I guessed he shaved it. He turned his back
to me, folding his arms above his head, saying in his (oh so sexy) Bolton
accent,

      "Come on Matt, cop a feel."

      I reached out my left hand (my right still a bit busy), stroking his
round ass through his jeans. His hands moved to his waist, pushing the
jeans down his legs, bending over making his now boxer-clad arse all the
more appealing to me. He wiggled slightly as he stepped out of his jeans,
backing up a bit to get his sweet sweet arse closer to my loving hand. But
one hand wasn't enough for me - I pulled my right hand out from under the
covers, placing it on the back of Danny's upper thigh, slowly sliding it
up, underneath his boxers while my left hand squeezed his ass cheeks
gently.  I moved my fingers into his crack, finding no hair, but making him
jump slightly when my fingers ran around his asshole. Then his hands were
at my wrists, pulling them away from his arse. He walked a few steps away,
then bent over. I whimpered slightly, looking at that perfect arse just out
of reach. He turned round, grinning widely, knowing what effect his
performance would be having on me. His cock was tenting his boxers, pointed
straight at me so I couldn't tell how big it was yet - apart from those,
all he had on was a pair of red socks (if you don't count the bracelets and
that necklace) - I fucking loved it.

      He pulled the duvet off my bed, exposing me totally, his blue eyes
sweeping my body before fixing on mine as he crawled onto the bed. He
dragged his body over mine, his warm flesh against mine, delicious torture
for my cock; I closed my eyes to better enjoy the sensations. Finally, he
reached my head, and I could feel his hot breath on my face moments before
his soft lips touched against mine in the day's first kiss. My heart
skipped a beat as his tongue slipped into my mouth. A second later, his
lips left mine - I looked up at him, saw his green eyes sparkling before
his lips descended onto mine again. I now had my arms wrapped around his
shoulders, very unwilling to let go now I had this cutest of popstars in my
grasp.

      Our lips parted, I drew a breath, moving my hands down his back.

      "Can I see you naked now?"

      He grinned at me, and moved so he was lying between my legs, his feet
near my face. They stank.

      "God, Danny, mate... how long you been wearing these?"

      He smirked at me, "Few days. You like it?"

      "Hell yeah!"

      He pushed his feet into my face, I tried to pull back but he had
better reach than me. I laughed,

      "OK, OK, I surrender! No more!"

      Danny's was grinning widely, showing his perfectly white teeth. I
looked at his fit body again, so smooth and sweet, so gorgeous I could
spend a lifetime staring at it and never get bored. I peeled off his socks
and threw them at him - he batted the first one away, but the second hit
him on the nose and he fell onto his back in mock agony, making some sort
of impromptu speech about being wounded that was so clich‚d Jack O'Neill
would have a heart attack. God, enough of that - I had to stop him. I
watched his toes wiggling, then took his left foot in my hands, put it to
my face and dragged my tongue up the underside.

      "Hey!" He shouted, but I just went back to the heel and dragged my
tongue towards his toes again.

      "Come on, stop that!" He said, between fits of giggles. "I'm ticklish
dammit!"

      Three more licks.

      "Okay, okay, okay!" He laughed. I moved to sucking on his big toe
(was there ANY part of this boy that wasn't gorgeous?). "Call it evens?" I
removed his toe from my mouth, a temporary cease-fire if you will,

      "It's only even when I get those boxers off you." I replied, licking
at the sole of his foot again.

      "You can have 'em! Keep 'em! Please, stop!"

      I went back to sucking his toe, holding the foot still with one hand
while my other dragged his boxers down his legs towards my face. Finally I
could see him totally naked, and what a sight. I... well; words can't
really do him justice. They're just a pale impression of what was to me
probably the hottest guy to ever walk the earth, and certainly the hottest
guy to get into bed with me. I could barely think - I know the toe dropped
from my mouth, and I think I just stared until he batted me on the side of
the head with a foot.

      "We're not gonna get far if you just stare at me," he laughed. I
shook my head, trying to clear it as he wriggled until he was lying on top
of me, his bare chest against mine so warm, so comforting, so fucking
sexy. I wrapped my arms around him as he looked into my eyes before kissing
me once more.



      *****



      As I kissed Danny, I became aware of someone singing - at this point,
I was living in halls of residence at university (private room - none of
the roommate crap) - I could definitely hear singing from somewhere on the
floor, and the voice seemed familiar. It was also getting closer. I felt
Danny stiffen in my arms as he heard the tune, then almost collapse on me.

      "What's the matter?" I asked, still trying to place the voice. Then
it suddenly came to me -

      "Tom." Danny replied sullenly. "He's found me." In the background,
the song changed into calls for my naked lover, sounding faintly mocking.

      "So what?"

      "Well, you'll probably get to fuck the rest of McFly this evening,
but I don't think we'll get a nice slow fuck."

      I turned the possibilities over in my head - group sex with the rest
of McFly sounded great, but at the same time, I got the feeling there was
something Danny wasn't saying, and that whatever it was would probably keep
me from him. I thought about that for a second and decided that I really
didn't want to let him go. In the background I heard the guy who lived
opposite (conveniently called Danny) answer Tom's summons, his Liverpudlian
accent contrasted against Tom's London. I heard him describing the body
pressed against mine, and thanking Danny.

      "Maybe we can't enjoy a fuck, but I'm going to make sure we enjoy
this kiss."  With that, my lips found his again, and we kissed slowly,
trying to enjoy every moment.

      My door opened, and in walked Tom - blonde, spiky hair, and generally
odd- looking. But kinda cute.

      "New fix, eh Danny-boy?"

      "Tom," Danny whined, "Can't you leave me alone for one night? We
hadn't even got to the good part yet."

      "Uh-uh, you remember the deal. On the floor, on your knees, ass
up. Move it."  Danny slid out of my bed and crawled to the middle of the
floor, where he got down as if to be fucked doggy-style. Tom turned to me.

      "And you'd be Matt, right?" I nodded as Tom continued. "You're
welcome to stick around if you want. We'll even pay for pizza. Get dressed
though, would you?"  He chucked me the boxers and trousers I'd left lying
on the floor, and I quickly pulled them on under the covers before getting
up to find a shirt. Tom meanwhile got out his mobile, dialling someone and
giving them directions to my room. Dougie and Harry, I presumed.

      "They'll be here in about twenty minutes," Tom said, "You know, if
you want, you can take him now, while we wait." I looked at the sweet ass,
quivering on my floor, and then at Tom.

      "Really not what I wanted."

      "Oh, you like to... okay then, I reckon we can live with that. You
are staying then?"

      "It's my room."

      "I like it. You do realise that poster of Danny has me on the back,
right?"

      "And I like him more. What the fuck is this deal anyway?"

      "Well... more a bet, I guess. He bet his services as a slave I
couldn't eat three twelve inch pizzas in an hour, and it turns out I
could. He's just fulfilling the terms of the bet. Besides, he'll enjoy it -
he always does. Question is - do you want to take it with him, sit back and
watch, or help us?"

      That... was a tough one. On one hand, I loved the idea of Danny doing
whatever I wanted; on the other hand, I wanted no part of hurting Danny;
and on the third hand I borrowed from Zaphod Beeblebrox, I wanted to be
with Danny at all costs. Plus... the idea of having three guys dominating
us was... well... pretty sexy.

      "Talk it over with Danny, hope you don't mind me using your PC." He
walked over to the computer, giving Danny a small kick in the ribs, "You -
get up. You can stay up until the others get here. Matt, after that, you'd
better make a choice."

      He started messing around on my PC, I saw windows explorer open, and
wondered if he'd find the McFly stories I had... and then if he'd find the
strange one of him being raped by one of those anime tentacle monsters that
seem to like pre- pubescent Japanese schoolgirls. Heh. Tom dressed as a
schoolgirl. It made me smile. I pulled my dressing gown from the peg on the
door and handed it to Danny. We sat down together on the bed, me resting a
hand on his bare leg.

      "I'm sorry, Matt - I didn't mean you to get involved with this. Look,
just... go to the bar or something for a few hours. I'll phone you when
they're done with me."

      No. No way. I couldn't let him do that. I made up my mind.

      "Anything they do to you, they do to me. I guess it's... kind of a
fantasy of mine. Now, shh."

      I kissed him softly on the lips, pulling open the dressing gown and
moving down his chest. So smooth and sexy. He knew what was coming
(hmm... bad pun there), and was quiet to hopefully avoid alerting Tom. I
could hear a few clicks of a mouse, and a car pulling up outside, but
nothing else. I took his limp (but inflating) cock into my mouth and rolled
it around, feeling it swell against my tongue, hardening with each passing
moment. Gorgeous. I looked up into Danny's eyes, saw he was excited by the
idea of doing this behind Tom's back (literally and figuratively), and ran
my tongue over his head. The way his face puckered trying to hold back a
moan was brilliant to watch, to the point where if it weren't for my mouth
being a bit busy, I'd have laughed. He was so fucking cute at times. I
flicked and teased him, still loving the expression on his face.

      "Hey, Matt, what's... hey!"

      Tom pulled me off roughly, making me fall off the bed onto the
floor. Danny leapt onto Tom's back, trying to make sure he couldn't get
near me again. I started to get up, but the door opened, letting in Dougie
and Harry.

      Our time was up.



      *****



      The three of them stalked around us like hyaenas, laughing like
hyaenas, smelling... well, frankly, Dougie smelt like what I imagine a
hyaena would smell like.  He did have a bit less fur though, and didn't
seem to be trying to kill lion cubs for the advantage of Disney
cameramen. Still, the question of exactly what he'd rolled in on his way
here came to mind, and I wondered if I should ask a window be opened so I
didn't smell that for the rest of my stay in the room. But maybe that was
part of the torture.

      Tom had briefly introduced me to Dougie and Harry before making me
get down on the floor with Danny. My tormentors, my fantasies; my cellmate,
my lover.  It smacked of some cheap porno flick... and I really hoped it
ended that way, My McFly gangbang fantasy with Tom and -

      "I'd piss on you, but I want to be able to eat here later," Harry
started, "so...  Matt, get naked. Danny..."

      "Come suck my turgid fuckpole." Dougie interrupted.

      "You what?" Danny said, getting to his feet.

      "He means suck him off, Dan." Tom said. "It's not hard."

      "Oh yes it is!" Dougie said indignantly

      "Well, just fucking say so in future..." Danny grumbled, getting on
his knees in front of Dougie and reaching for the fly. I slowly got to my
feet and turned my back on Harry, my trembling fingers fumbling for my
butto-

      "Face me."

      I turned round, finally undoing the first button on my shirt, moving
to the second. Harry suddenly came to me, and put his hands on either side
of my shirt.

      "Too fucking SLOW." He growled, ripping the shirt apart on the last
word. A few red buttons fell to the floor as I quickly shrugged the shirt
off my shoulders. My trousers I was able to undo faster, and pushed them
down my legs. I risked a glance into Harry's sapphire eyes, and knew I
wouldn't be getting any reprieve. I hooked my thumbs inside my boxers and
shoved my boxers down, tensing my legs to let them slide down to my ankles.

      "Tom," Harry called over his shoulder, "Come over here."

      I shivered, even in the warmth of my room (and trust me, I like it
very warm), wondering what would happen to me. Maybe having Harry up my
ass... that sounded good. But Tom could be fun... Double fuck... wouldn't
fit... would it?

      "What d'ya think Tom?"

      "Hmm... hair around the nipples... not nice."

      "Never complained about my hair Tom."

      "Yeah, but you've got lots of it. That..."

      "Yeah, he should just shave it all off. Either have loads or
none. Bit spotty too."

      "Yeah, needs more sun."

      "And more exercise - rather fat."

      "You never complained about me."

      "You're hot, Tom. He's... well... Danny never did have any taste."

      I just stood still and silent during all this, not really wanting to
say anything.  It's hard to describe the mix of fear and sexual hunger I
felt. I'm not sure I was truly afraid (Tom had told me they wouldn't do
anything too far, and had given me a safe word which I was determined not
to use), but I definitely wanted to just get everyone in the room naked and
have them take turns up my ass.

      "Given any blowjobs before?" Harry said sharply.

      "Uh... a few."

      "Good, since Tom found you, he gets first go at your mouth." He
leaned in close, letting me smell the musky odour of stale sweat from his
armpits. "I hope you're good, maybe then we'll be inclined to do something
for you." A kiss on my ear. I was so his. Whatever he wanted, I'd be a
willing little slut for him. As long as there was the promise of my fantasy
fulfilled at the end of it. Oh, and Tom paying for pizza.

      I dropped to my knees, and turned to face Tom, pawing at the front of
his beige trousers before realising they didn't have any flies. He helped
me by pushing them down his creamy legs, leaving me staring at a black
thong, the tip of his cock sticking out over the top. I could see a few
cumstains on the fabric - I was starting to wonder if anyone in McFly ever
bothered to wash or change clothes. Or use deodorant. Not that I really
minded. I nuzzled against the tight fabric, running my tongue up over it
until I reached his bare cock. I took the head in my mouth and dragged the
thong down his legs, engulfing his cock as it was revealed, until I felt it
against the back of my throat. There was about two inches left outside my
mouth, then soft blonde pubes. Gods... a bit of soap never hurt anyone. I
pulled back off, admiring it, placing kisses along the underside, gently
biting the foreskin, pulling and letting it snap back before taking the
head back into my mouth, swirling my tongue over the sensitive skin. His
hands came to the side of my head, directing my movements on his cock, up
and down.

      "Got any lube?" I heard Harry ask. I tried to speak round the
obstruction in my mouth, but it came out sounding like some sort of
demented kazoo. Tom seemed to quite enjoy it - I heard a sort of
giggle-moan. I gave up, and just pointed to the desk drawers, continuing my
mouthwork. I wanted to look over my shoulder, see Danny and Dougie, find
out what Danny was doing to have Dougie making little squeaking
noises. Cute squeaking noises.

      A hand on my shoulder, and I was pulled away from Tom.

      "Good enough?" Harry asked.

      "I reckon so." Tom said.

      "Okay then, time for the main event. Oi, Doug! You done yet?"

      A few short squeaks followed by one lasting about ten seconds
apparently signalled Dougie's orgasm, as when Harry pulled Danny to his
feet, there was a fresh load of cum dripping off his face. I guess Danny
was good at sucking "turgid fuckpoles". Dougie's cock was sticking out of
his trousers, his shirt hanging open and a sheen of sweat gracing his
beautiful chest. Damn he was gorgeous. I fucking jumped him, pushing him
back onto the bed, licking his chest, tugging at his nipples with my
teeth. I pinned his arms, trailing my kisses up his neck, finally meeting
with his soft lips, refusing to be denied the prize. I released his arms as
I felt his tongue enter my mouth, felt them wrap around me, one hand slowly
moving downwards, searching...  Dougie you naughty naughty boy...

      "Come on you two, off the quilt."

      Harry pulled the quilt from under us, rolling us over so that Dougie
was on top and my hands were securely planted on his perfect ass. His
groping hand was...  well...

      "So?" I queried. "How about it?"

      He just smiled. I sat on the edge of the bed, watching Tom and Danny
mess around with baby oil on the quilt lain on the floor. Harry and Dougie
stripped off as Tom inserted himself into Danny's tight ass, finally
receiving the payment on his bet.  My hand found Harry as Dougie crouched
in front of me, leaning in closer...