Date: Tue, 22 Aug 2000 04:19:13 -0700 (PDT)
From: Jonathan Andrew Ybanez <j_andrew_andy@yahoo.com>
Subject: third installment of simply words

	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!

	The two poems "ONE FINE DAY" and "FROM A 'TRY-HARD,
DIE-HARD' SUITOR" were written by Mr. James Aevans Yu.
 I've gained full permission from Mr. James Aevans Yu
to use these compositions in my stories.

	Read and enjoy!!!


SIMPLY WORDS

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C h a p t e r   3
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	It was already nearing eleven in the morning when we
finally arrived at the hotel.  The press conference
took over an hour and I was getting tired at the
meeting with the media.  I had nothing to do there but
sit down and wait for the boys.  As the press asked
about the album, the boys' stay in Cebu and their
performance tonight, I was ready to doze off because
of boredom.  I was relieved when the media finally
ended the interview and we were brought to the hotel.

	As we entered our suite, Stephen reminded me of my
compositions.  "So when can I read one of your poems."

	"Maybe later..."  I said.

	"Why not now?  I have nothing to do this morning."
He looked in one of those childish, sad faces, which
he knows I can't resist.

	I looked at his angelic face, sighed and said.
"Okay, if you must.  Wait for a moment while I dig
through my stuff."

	"What are you doing?"  He asked as peered from my
back.

	"Excavating my bag.  I can never leave home without
bringing two things, my camera and my journal."  I
responded, while opening my bag.  "Here we are, my
camera and my journal."

	"Give me, give me."  He said grabbing my book.  "Hey,
here's a catchy title 'From a Try-hard, Die-hard
Suitor'.  May I read it?"

	"Go ahead..."  I answered.  "Just be careful and try
not to get any creases on the pages."


	FROM A "TRY-HARD, DIE-HARD" SUITOR

	I sought for you the moon and stars,
	you only needed the earth.
	I bought you the whole garden,
	you only required the dirt.

	I gave you a whole bouquet,
	you only desired a rose.
	I wrote you an epic love poem,
	you only wished for a prose.

	I fetched you the lightning, the thunder,
	you only wanted the rain.
	I hope you don't mind me complaining,
	but, you're beginning to be a big pain.

	but, really, please don't get angry with me,
	I'm just doing my very, very best.
	I'm doing what I really think is right,
	so, please give me a rest.

	I'd bring you what I could offer,
	but you'd only want a part.
	I'd give to you my very whole body,
	But, I guess you'd only want my heart.


	"Hey, this is funny and cute!"  He laughed.

	"I know!  Isn't it a blast."  I laughed with him.
"You know, it all started as one big joke.  But I when
realized that it had some potential, I decided to go
through with it.  Now, this is the outcome."

	"May I have a copy of it?" He asked me.

	"Sure, just write it down." I said as grabbed a pen
and paper. "Here, you are."

	"Do, you have another poem?" he asked
enthusiastically.

	"Sure, there's another one in there somewhere." I
told him. "I entitled it 'One Fine Day'", it's
basically the story of my love life."

	"Here it is... found it!" Stephen declared.


	ONE FINE DAY

	It was that one fine day,
	when I was minding my own way.
		Suddenly, across the street,
	who do I see...
	Can it really be?
		And my heart skipped a beat.

	I walked towards and...
	and, as if by pretend,
		I crossed her path.
	Then she saw and noticed me
	Oh, how my heart felt so free
		and it started again just like that.

	Oh! We talked and we talked.
	We talked while we walked
		about how our lives had been
	I told her that everything's fine.
	Although deep inside, how I wished she was mine.
		How I wished to fall in love again.

	As we were talking along the way,
	we passed and stopped by a small cafe.
		Then and there, I felt a tiny light sparked.
	As she was ordering our drink,
	I looked at her and stopped to think
	 	about the old memories in my heart.

	Memories that I've kept inside.
	Old feelings that I've tried to hide.
		Oh! I still love her so.
	But I don't know what to say,
	It might just frighten her away.
		Yet, I really wanted her to know.

	Oh, I so love her still... love her still.
	This void in my heart, only she can fill.
		But what if she just wants to be a friend.
	Then I would just destroy the magic
	and that would certainly be tragic.
		Then my heart would just shatter in the end.

	I, then, looked closely into her eyes.
	But so much to my surprise,
		the flame in her heart for me had died.
	What if I tell her now.
	Would it change her mind somehow,
		that my love for her may not be denied.

	Then she told me that it was getting late
	and she still has to prepare for her date.
		So with a broken heart, I sigh.
	I, then, tried to smile and gave her a kiss,
	A kiss given with an unmentioned wish
		I, then, said to her "forever... good-bye."

	Even though my heart now is broken,
	and so many words are left unspoken,
		deep inside my heart I knew.
	Although she will never be mine.
	We'll always have old times.
		If she's happy, I'm happy too.


	As silence spread across his face, Stephen energetic
smile became lost in an emotion alien to this usual
persona.  "Is anything wrong, Stephen."  I was
concerned.  "Stephen, are you okay?"

	"So sad..." He looked at me with melancholy in his
eyes.  "It's so sad,... Why to you have to write it
this way?  Why?  Why did you have to make this poem so
sad?"

	"I guess, I never have found happiness in any of my
past relationship."  I looked down and told him, quite
frankly, actually.  "I guess I'm just a fatalist... I
always had believed that I'll never find happiness in
any of my romances.

	I paused and smiled with a bittersweet smile.  "My
last, serious relationship was with Christina, about
two years ago.  We had a fall out and I guess I took
the all blame for our break up.  I guess she was the
inspiration for that poem."  I cast my eyes down
again, trying to hide my sadness.  "After that, none
of my relationship seemed to work out."

	"Please, don't make into just one your poems."  He
leaned on my shoulders and looked me straight in my
eyes.  "Please?..."

	I stroked his hair and said nothing.  I thought to
myself.  "I wish that question was so easy to answer."


@;-,-'---     @;-,-'---     @;-,-'---


	I decided to take a bath while Stephen dived right
into the bed to doze off.

	In the shower, I started to sing one of my favorite
songs by Cat Stevens, which was later remade by the
boys, themselves 'Father and Son'. "It's not time to
make a change, just relaxed and take it slowly. You're
still young, that's you're fault..." While singing I
hadn't noticed someone was standing inside the
bathroom.

	"Hey,..."  A voice called out.

	Quickly, I grabbed my towel and wrapped it around my
waist.  I looked around and found it was Stephen.
Relieved, I smiled.  "I thought you were someone else.
 You said you were going to sleep."

	"No, not if you're not with me."  Stephen smiled.  I
was happy that he recovered from his depression a
moment ago.

	"You're insatiable."  I told him.

	He told me in a matter-of-factly voice.  "Hey, it's
been hours since I last had you."

	"Come here, lover boy, and join me."  I called out.

	He suddenly lunged at me.  I fell on the wet bathroom
floor.  Luckily, the bathroom shower area was quite
spacious or I would have hit my head.  He wrestled me
and pinned me on the floor.  I couldn't move. "Now,
you're really mine."  He smiled and filled my face
with his kisses.

	I looked into his eyes.  Under the shower, his eyes
seemed to dazzle.  I kissed him back and whispered
softly to his ear.  "You know,... people usually take
a bath with their clothes off.  So, what happen to
you?"

	"Minor inconvenience!"  He said as he slowly and
sexily peeled his wet clothes off. "Now where were
we?"

	"Right about... here!"  I jumped on top of him and
tickled his sides.  "Don't you just love that."

	"Andy...  Ha... Haa,... Stop that.  I can't stand
being tickled"  He laughed so hard.  "Don't do that...
stop, please." He continued laughing, so I continued
tickling him.  I felt him trembled and jerked in a
strange fashion.  Then he stopped laughing...

	He wasn't moving...

	Was he breathing?...

	HAVE I JUST KILLED HIM?!!!!

	"Oh my god... oh my god... oh my GOD..."  I cried.  I
started to panic.  I shook him up "Stephen, are you
okay.  Please say something... ANYTHING... OH MY GOD,
STEPHEN, DON'T DIE!!!"

	I lifted him up to my arms.  I shook him up.  Then he
opened his eyes and said. "You could try kissing me
and maybe I'd wake up."

	"Stephen?!!!"  My eyes grew wide with shock and
indignation.  I dropped him on the floor and punched
him on the shoulder. "I HATE YOU!!!!"

	"Ouch, hey, that hurt!!!"  He whined.

	"GOOD!!  I HOPE IT'LL HURT EVEN WORSE!!!"  I stood up
and started to leave the bathroom.

	"Andy, wait	..."  He chased me and grabbed my arm.

	"DON'T..."  I shouted.  I was already hysterical.
"DON'T YOU DARE TOUCH ME!!! DON'T YOU EVEN COME NEAR
ME."

	 Stephen stopped me and gave me his disarming grin.
"I'm sorry... I didn't mean to scare you..."

	"Stephen, I don't want to lose you that way... or in
anyway."  I silently said, wiping the tears off my
eyes and feeling his face.  "I love you."

	"I'm sorry.  I love you, too.  You know that!"  He
said as he caressed my face and kissed my forehead.
We began kissing passionately.  He leaned on the wall
and climbed on me.  He lifted his legs and spread his
ass.  Still kissing, I guided my erection to his crack
and inserted it inside his hole.

	"Ahh!!! Come on, baby, give it to me... give it all
to me."  He moaned.  "Screw me,... screw me,... FUCK
ME!!!  FICK ME GOOD!!!"

	I pushed it all in.  I took it almost all out and
slammed it right back to place.  I felt my balls
impacted against his heated hole as my engorged weapon
invaded his person.  I continued to prod his ass
lustily, pushing to glory.  Just the idea that he
wanted me to fuck him brought me off.

	"I'm cumming,... I'm cumming, oh my god, I'M
CUMMING." I screamed.

	I came inside him, I could feel the jets of my man
juice gushed out of my piss slit.  But I continued to
prod him.  I didn't,... I couldn't stop fucking him.
I was burning with lust and passion.  Stephen was
shouting, screeching me to continue screwing him.
"Come on Andy, fuck me you stallion!!!  Fuck me until
doomsday."

	That was all the encouragement I need.  It was
amazing but I was building a second cumming.  I was so
full of lust that my hard beef stick began spewing
semen all over again.  Finally, it stopped... I was
done.  Stephen climbed down from me and slipped my
prick out his ass.  Semen started to flow out of his
ass... and down to his legs.  There must have been
enough semen to fill a third of a coffee cup.

	"You were tremendous." He said as he kissed my cheek.

	"You were better." I replied.

	"Now, I wonder if I can ever stand straight again.
Boy, my ass is painful."  He complained as he walked
to the bathtub, limping and groaning.  He looked at
me, smiled and said.  "Thanks!"


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	After taking a bath, Stephen and I decided to go out
to the mall and checked out the local scene. About
12:30 p.m., we arrived at the one of the local malls.
Stephen opted to wear a baseball cap and a pair of
heavy eyeglasses to conceal his identity.

	"Let's pass by the record bar."  I suggested as we
went.  "I'm looking for a CD, I was hoping to buy a
Phil Collins CD back in Cebu, but all the record bar
there seemed to be all out."

	"Sure, no problem."  He said as cautiously looked
around.  "I just hope no one recognizes me.  I would
definitely want a day without screaming fans,...
present company excluded and no offense.

	"None taken."  I told him.

	We went to a record bar and looked for my CD.  A
young saleslady approached and said "Sir, may I help
you?"

	"Oh, sure. I'm looking for a Phil Collins CD, the
concert disc."  I replied.  "I was wondering if you
have any of those left."

	"Excuse me, sir?"  The saleslady turned to Stephen.
"By any chance, do I know you?  You really look
familiar to me."

	"Uhm, I don't think so."  He said politely then
turned around to face one of the CD display racks,
avoiding everyone.

	"Oh, I'm sorry." She said then turned toward the
racks to scan for the Phil Collins disc.  "Sir, the
Phil Collins disc is over..." She paused as she saw
the 'Said and Done' CD and looked back at us.  "I knew
it,... I knew it.  STEPHEN GATELY!!!!"

	"Stephen, I think that's our cue to leave... Don't
you think so?" I tugged his sleeve asking in a nervous
whisper.  The people began looking at us

	"Yup, I think your right."  He looked at me as he
backed towards the door. "I do hope that you know how
to run."

	 With that, we hurriedly rushed out of the record
bar, ran as fast as we could.  Looking behind us, we
saw quite a number of people chasing us.  We continued
running until we reached the video arcade.  We went
inside and mingled with crowd.  Just as our pursuer
entered the arcade, we escape out to a different
entrance.  We quickly ducked into the washroom and hid
inside a cubicle.  Inside the booth, he leaned on the
water tank to catch his breath.  I, on the other, was
pacing back and forth inside the tight space to find a
way to get out of the washroom.

	"You know..."  He looked at me without too much
emotion.  "You're liable to make a hole on the floor
if you keep on doing that."

	"I'm thinking how we could be able to leave this
place without causing too much commotion."  I said
rubbing my temples, still pacing.  I then stopped and
asked him.  "Do you think they're gone."

	"I don't know." Stephen said and, then, he hushed me.
 "Shhh..."

	The washroom door opened and we heard voices.  "Do
you think they're inside."  We heard a male voice
saying.

	"Let's check under that stalls."  We heard some other
person say.

	Quickly I stood on top of the toilet bowl while
Stephen immediately sat on the water tank and lifted
his legs up in the air, pressing them against the door
so as to accommodate me on the toilet bowl. We could
hear their footsteps coming closer and closer... until
they reached our cubicle.  Then I saw a shadow then a
hand on the floor of our toilet stall.  "Hey this door
is locked!"  We heard the voice of the first guy.
"Should we break it down?"

	"No, you moron, can't you read the sign?"  Another
guy said.  "It's Out of Order!"

	"Boy, would my little sister be disappointed if she
hears that I've missed a member of Boyzone."  The
second guy said with disappointment in his voice.

	We heard the footsteps faded and the door opened.
Then, there was silence.  Stephen started to snicker.
"Isn't this a compromising position."

	I looked at ourselves and indeed our situation was
very compromising.  With Stephen's leg spread open and
me in front of him, I stuck out my tongue at him and
just laugh. Stephen now was giggling loudly.  "That's
was fun, wasn't it?  Let's do it again!"

	I could just shake my head, rolled my eyes and smile.
He looked at me and said. "You know, you look cute
when you smile."  He moved closer to me and started to
kiss me.

	"Stop!!!"  I ordered.  "Not in here.  This isn't the
right place.  Let's wait later, okay."

	"We don't have to do much, you know."  He raised an
eyebrow.  "We are already in a "ready" position.  All
we have to do now is..."

	"No...  No,...  No!... and most of all, NO!!!"

	"Ohhh..."  He pouted his lips, He's trying to arouse
me again.

	"That's not going to work, Stephen David Patrick
Gately!"  I said in a firm voice.

	"Actually it's Stephen Patrick David Gately."  He
corrected me

	"Whatever!!!"  I sternly replied

	"You look cute when you're angry."  He examined my
face, then he moved his face closer top mine to kiss
me.

	"Stephen, I said stop it."  I ordered him firmly. I
stepped down from the toilet bowl and fixed my now
crumpled shirt.  I opened the cubicle door and said.
"Come on. Let's get out of here."

	As soon as we went out of the cubicle, I said.  "I'm
hungry.  Let's go find something to eat."

	"What about your CD?"  He asked as he fixed his hair
in front of the mirror.

	"Are you willing to go there and be chased out by
your fans?"  I pointed out, as I washed my hands at
the sink.

	"Good point." He answered, then chuckled.  "But that
was fun, wasn't it?"

	I can only groaned.  As soon as we went out of the
washroom, a person in the crowd shouted. "There he is,
Stephen Gately!"

	"Any ideas, Stephen?"  I asked as we backed into a
corner.

	"Well, right now, just smile and wave to the crowd."
He answered and walked towards the crowd, smiling and
waving.

	After an hour of meeting and Q and A with fans,
Stephen finally ended the unscheduled appearance.  "I
hope you are all coming to the show tonight.  We've
got a surprise for all of you.  You see this guy over
here."  He put his hand on my shoulder.

	"This is my good friend, Andrew Tan."  He introduced
me to the crowd. "Smile and say hi to the crowd,
Andy."

	"Hi!"  I smiled and waved to the crowd, wondering
what the hell this surprise is all about

	"The surprise is, at our concert tonight..."  He
shouted.  "Andy's going to be a guest singer!"

	"WHAT!!!"  I was shocked beyond belief.

----to be continued-----