Date: Sun, 16 Jan 2005 22:26:16 +0000
From: Richard Brunt <humptybruntyfell_off_a_wall@hotmail.com>
Subject: Busted by Busted

Disclaimer: This story is fiction in no way am I implying
that any member of Busted are gay

My story begins on a cold and somewhat lonely night in
the back alleys of Manchester, cold and hungry feeling
rejected by the world I huddled tightly into the corner
of a doorway trying to keep as warm as my thin dirty
clothes would allow. Looking about me making sure that
this alley, this place I had chosen to house me till
dawn, was safer than the last, safer than all of the
rest. Hoping that I would hear nothing more than the wind
as it blew down the alley carrying the remains of peoples
everyday littering with it. Sweet wrappers, cans, and
then some chips, cold, stale and probably full of germs
and bacteria but a feast to my hungry eyes. As I looked
about me I was sure the area was empty and it was safe
and that there would be no contest for this feast I had
found. I stood and moved across the alleyway, lifting the
chips from the floor I returned to my corner. I slowly
started to eat them peeling them from the newspaper that
they had become encrusted to. Trying not to think about
my current mouthful I dreaded the next but took pleasure
in the last. As I ate my mind wondered, and travelled
deep into itself trying to stop myself from thinking
about what it was I was doing, but try as I may I
couldn't do it, the taste and texture of those rotting
chips were to overpowering for my now weak and feeble
mind. With a reluctant heart but thankful mouth I threw
the chips across the alleyway in disgust. I stared at
them for a second, thinking to myself 'you fool, you snob
of a fool'. How had I come to this? How had my life
degraded into such pointlessness that I was here in this
alleyway beating myself up for not wanting to eat cold
and rotting chips. As I went back into the depths of my
mind, the depths of self-pity and hatred my weak and
tired body took control. As I slowly drifted off to sleep
my final thoughts were painful ones again. This night
like all others would be full of nightmares too.

I woke and roused with dramatic speed expected off
someone who spied the clock in a drowsy consciousness and
realised they were late for starting their life, as I
jumped up from my corner I looked about me realising the
alleyway was now well lit, and yet still it was dark. As
I looked about me I realised that lights had been
switched on at the end of the alleyway that lit the whole
place. I feared this was another police unit or worse a
gang of drunks triggering security lights as they moved
through the alleys of Manchester looking for pussy to
relieve their desires. As I began to move away from the
light a voice came out of the darkness behind me. I
panicked and sped up, although the voice was not a scary
and bitter voice that I was used to I had learnt that
this was often worse. As I sped up the person shouting
began to move towards me still calling to me 'hey, you!
Are you ok? Hey wait up there!' the voice was that of a
man it was soft and caring, for some reason I knew this
voice, I knew its warmth. I stopped walking and turned
into the light, I saw the figure move closer to me, he
was holding a bin bag to his side, he must live or work
in these buildings. As he caught me up he spied my state
and spoke up. 'I saw you sleeping down there besides the
bins in that corner, I was going to wake you but u looked
comfy' I laughed slightly at his ignorance to the lack of
comfort that there is in sleeping rough. He placed the
bin bag down and moved his hand to meet mine. 'Hi, my
names James, who are you?' I let his hand meet mine as I
studied his face and body, he was a good-looking man no
older than 20 with messy blonde hair that was died black
at the fringe. He seemed a stocky fellow, not fat just
well built. He held my hand in his soft and fresh hands
and shook it firmly before placing his over hand over it
and shaking once more. HE looked me up and down before
speaking up once more 'your freezing, and dirty' he
pulled away his hands and looked at their now dirty
appearance.' why don't you come inside, there's no-one
there you can spend the night if you like, have a proper
meal and wash up a bit, I have a spare room and some old
clothes if you like?' I studied his face as he said this,
I was unsure, he seemed so nice, polite and caring and
despite that he seemed genuine too but in nine months I
had met so many guys who had all seemed just as genuine
just as kind, until I had finished cleaning up, then the
payment had come up. But this guy, this...James seemed so
genuine that I agreed, I mean even if he were the same as
the rest at least he was actually cute.

I should take the time between getting from this alleyway
into the flat (which involved nothing but walking in
silence, very boring) to say that my name is Ian, i am 17
years old and obviously I am a street rat, no possessions
other than those that I carry on may body I have nothing
else in this world, I have long shaggy black hair and
deep blue eyes, I have a small beard and moustache (due
to not having a razor). I am fairly tall about 6 ft
something but I don't know what, I am fairly well built
with my stomach and chest being defined yet thin. Oh and
btw, yes I am quite gay but am straight acting, through
force.

As we entered his flat I looked around in disbelief of
the obvious wealth of this young looking guy, the room
was filled with expensive looking furniture and
decorations, the flat was fairly large and well lived in.
I could tell he did not live here alone merely from the
fact that there appeared to be four bedrooms, three of
which having names on the door. As i stood and looked
around James motioned for me to follow him into the
kitchen area. Once we were in there he told me to site
and asked me what I would like. As he did he smiled, not
wholly but just a flicker in the corner of his mouth, a
cheeky smile, a cute smile.

As the hours passed I feasted upon a fine cuisine that
James had prepared for me, I bathed in a hot bath and
scrubbed away dirt that I ad thought were parts of my
body it had been there so long. Now I was sat clean fresh
and well fed in James housecoat on his couch waiting for
him to return from his room with a bundle of clothing for
me to try on. As I sat there I felt like crying into a
pillow at the generosity that this man had shown me, this
compassion that I was feeling from him. As I sat there my
eyelids grew heavy, and head began to bow, it was so warm
in the room so very warm that it was sending me to sleep,
I felt rude at this but could not help myself. Before
long I was deep asleep on this guys sofa wearing only his
housecoat, although rare this was a familiar experience,
what was not however were the first good and truly happy
thoughts in my head as I drifted off.

As I roused in the morning I looked about hoping not to
be in that cold alley, hoping that last night had not
been a dream, that last night had not been an illusion.
As I looked about I realised that it had not been,
however something had defiantly changed, I was now in a
bed, a warm soft and comfy bed, as I looked to the floor
James house coat was there, as I lifted the quilt from
above me I realised I was completely naked. I stirring
went through my gut, a horrible feeling that maybe last
night was not as innocent as I had hoped that maybe this
guy had drugged me that he had waited till I couldn't
protest. As these thoughts ran through my head a knock
came at the door before it was pushed open, his head his
sweet head came around the corner with that same sweet
smile. He motioned downwards and as he did I dreaded to
see what he was motioning towards, but instead of my
fears he was holding a tray full of fried food and a
large mug of coffee. He walked into the room and placed
it on my lap as I sat up in the bed. I looked into his
eyes, as I did I realised that my fears were unjustified,
that this man this loving man would never be capable of
the things I thought of him, I cringed at the idea that I
had even entertained the idea. As I looked up I noticed
his mouth moving, as I came out of my thoughts and
realised he was asking me if I was ok, apparently I had
gone into some sort of trance, starring into his eyes. I
reddened in the cheeks as he laughed at me after my
apologies then he explained how he had found me passed
out in a rather compromising position on the couch so he
had lifted me and put me to bed. I laughed as he told me
the story. He then went on to apologise for his near
nudity but someone had his housecoat he laughed again. I
looked him up and down and realised he was only wearing
boxer shorts, I couldn't believe I hadn't noticed, I
looked him up and down taking in every inch of his body,
his legs looked firm strong his chest tight and defined,
he had nice strong arms and has a nice six pack for a
belly. As my eyes ventured lower I noticed he was
sporting a healthy bulge in his black ck's. As I looked
on the familiar stirring came about in my stomach except
this was not triggered by fear and regret, instead this
was lust good and pure lust, a feeling that slowly moved
down towards my groin. As I shifted about in the bed to
arrange the tray so it covered my growing manhood James
noticed my discomfort, he had perched himself on the edge
of the bed and spoke to me as I ate. Noticing this
discomfort the familiar cheeky smile rose in the corner
of his mouth as he stood, he turned away from me showing
off his finely trimmed buttocks. Then he bent over
completely so the fabric pulled tight over his arse, I
swore I moaned out loud at the sight. He rose back up
again with his housecoat in hand, he turned his head
slightly as he walked towards the door and again smiled
in the same cheeky fashion before leaving the room. I
honestly think he was deliberately teasing me, as I sat
eating my breakfast the image of that arse kept running
through my head making me harder and harder until I was
at full mast under the tray. As I finished my breakfast,
coffee an all James walked back into the room, he had
obviously showered since as his torso was all wet and his
hair dripping, he was wearing only a towel held loosely
around his waist. The image was driving me insane I
thought I was going to explode, as he saw me looking the
smile reappeared, he then looked down toward my crotch
and tray and spoke 'finished already?' I wanted to say so
much 'no I'm still waiting' and pull back the covers but
I thought no that's stupid. Although I swore his bulge
had grown since being in boxers it seemed to pushing
outward now. As he moved closer to me he leant down and
put his hands beneath each side of the tray and lifted
it, my face went red as anything as the pressure on my
now pulsing cock was lifted and my bulge under the quilt
was exposed. As he looked down at me he smiled
completely, he then looked at my bulge and his smile
grew, he turned slightly and placed the tray on sideboard
before leaning in and kissing me on the lips. I nearly
chocked on his tongue as he pushed it into my mouth, I
was in shock, this guy was gorgeous and he wanted me, one
of his hands were placed on the wall behind me the other
on the quilt covering my groin rubbing it. He stood and
looked down at me, as he did he pull away his towel
revealing a good 8-inch cock hard as wood pointing
straight up. My mouth juiced as did my cock and I groaned
once more. I then pulled aside the quilt covering my
nakedness; he looked down at my 7 inch hard on and licked
his lips. He came back at me this time sitting on my lap
and began to kiss me once more; he rubbed his crotch into
mine so our two boners were pressed tightly against each
other. He began to hump as he kissed me deeply. Slowly we
worked our way down to a lying position him on top and me
obviously under him, still humping his hard cock was
pressed firmly against mine. His hands were running down
my chest tickling me just enough to make me squirm about
beneath him. Then he pulled away from our kiss and moved
his way down my body kissing slowly as he went, as he
rubbed, pinched and played at my nipples he kissed down
my belly to the tip of my hard cock. Once there he licked
from my balls right up to the top before swallowing it
all. He lifted it with his lips and just went straight
down on it. The feeling was amazing; he pushed his head
up and down on my hot cock, as I slowly trusted it into
his throat. I put my hands in his long hair and gripped
his head taking control of his movements, as I did he
groaned loudly in appreciation of my control. This guy
was good, in fact he was amazing it had been along time
since someone had pleasured me but this guy made up for
that, James was fantastic with his mouth and he knew it.
As I thrust into his throat he slid his hands under my
ass and gripped it tight, he started to pull it up
fiercely making me fuck his face, the whole thing was
fantastic then it got a whole lot better. He slipped his
index finger up my arse, no lube no warning he just put
it straight in there, the feeling sent me over the edge
and my balls tensed up before shooting load after load of
hot cum into his hungry mouth he tried hard to keep it
all I could tell but he failed, letting some drip down
his face. As he pulled me out of him I was still Cumming
and a huge load landed on his face. He moved up to me
before letting a load of cum fall from his mouth and onto
my face, he then moved down to my lips and kissed me as
my juice flowed between us. Suddenly as we were kissing
we heard a noise at the door, as we pulled away and
looked to the door of the bedroom there were two guys
stood there boner in hand watching us lustfully. James
jumped off me shouting shit fuck shit but the two guys
just laughed and looked down to their hard dicks, James
then shut up and the same smile I had come to love
appeared across his face. He walked upto one of the guys
and kissed him before turning to me and then I realised
that's when I knew were I recognised his voice from, he
wasn't just James, he was James Bourne and these two, his
flatmates were Charlie Simpson and Matt Willis together
they were, they are Busted.