Date: Sat, 8 Mar 2008 12:18:30 +0000
From: Michael Butterfield <lardy_da14@msn.com>
Subject: McFly: Almost Haunted - Part 2

DISCLAIMER:

If you're under 18 then dont read this, or your brain may throw up. This is
purely a work of fiction and I have no knowledge about the true sexuality
of the members of McFly, nor do I care. Now enjoy...

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Outside, Harry and Dougie sprinted through the castle grounds, being pelted
forcefully by the freezing cold wind and rain, towards the vast iron
gates. But there was nothing there waiting for them. It seemed they were
completely abandoned.

Harry was shaking the gates bars angrily, shouting at no one. None of them
had the keys to get out. They were completely stuck. Meanwhile Dougie stood
watching helplessly, clutching at his own body, his head aching with pain
from the freezing storm they were right in the middle of. Then the sounds
of the rattling gates stopped.

    `Listen,' shouted Harry over the gale, `we need to get inside!'

Dougie nodded and made to go back to where they came from, but Harry
grabbed his arm and said `No, it's too far... come on, this way'. And Harry
began tearing through the wind and rain towards a much nearer tower than
where they had come from. Dougie quickly followed, squinting to try and see
his mate through the darkness and rainfall. The ground was as wet as water
and as slippery as ice. It was so bad that Dougie almost slipped into the
muddy grass before Harry suddenly grabbed him by the arm again and helped
him up.

   With only the light coming from the moon and the distant window where
Tom and Danny were on the other side of the castle, and the rain drops
being so fat and many- Dougie and Harry were completely disorientated.

    But together through the mud and rain, they ran towards the tower and
barged through the door. Climbing and climbing up the narrow spiral
staircase in complete darkness, they eventually came to another door at the
top of the tower which led them into a dark space. Groping around for a
switch, Harry turned on the light. It was a large and grand bedroom, with
rich tapestry hangings and eerie ornate furniture that looked like they
would turn to dust if they were touched.

    Right in the middle of the room was a small single bed which, like the
room itself, looked as though it hadn't been used for years. Dougie banged
the door shut behind them making Harry jump and look back at Dougie. He saw
Dougie standing there without so much as a jumper on; he was soaked through
to his skin, his long hair plastered to his face.

    `You're shaking like a leaf,' said Harry moving towards him.

    `I'm c-cold.' replied Dougie, shivering.

    Harry immediately whipped off his heavy black trench coat and wrapped
it around Dougie. He began to rub Dougie's body through the coat in an
effort to warm and dry him. He rubbed and rubbed, but Dougie was still
shaking, as though it was nothing to do with being cold...

    Dougie couldn't stop himself- he leaned closer into Harry's body, and
slowly rested his head on Harry's broad shoulder. Harry froze in confusion,
taken aback by the move, not understanding why Dougie had done it. Maybe he
was delirious from hypothermia? However, much to his chagrin and wanting
desperately to comfort his friend, Harry resisted his instinct to back away
from him, and put his arms around Dougie, embracing him.

     Then, realising what he was doing, what it must look like, Harry
quickly detached himself from Dougie and said `Come on. We need to get out
of these wet clothes or we'll freeze'. He turned around and sat on the edge
of the bed, where he began to yank off his muddy, sodden boots, avoiding
Dougie's eyes.

    Dougie followed suit, gently laying Harry's trench coat over a chair
and pulled off his drenched shirt and trousers with great difficulty, as
his hands were so numb. Together, in total silence, they stripped down to
their underwear. Harry gave Dougie a look as if to say `well we've gone
this far...' And anyway, it's not as if they've never seen each other's
bodies before.

    Now standing there both completely naked, Harry said `Get under the
covers. Just to warm up.' he added quickly.

The guys tugged hard at the stiff sheets to release them from their
tightness. Dougie got under the covers and huddled his body close to
prevent himself from shivering still, and rested his head on the single
hard pillow that was there.

    Harry meanwhile was going round the room searching for a radiator, or
something to heat up the room- but there was nothing, and the large dusty
fireplace was just as empty. `Even if there was wood I couldn't light it- I
left my lighter with Tom and Danny' said Harry, `actually I better text
them- tell them what's going on.'

    `Thank fuck there's a signal in this bloody place'. Harry said as he
lifted up his coat from the chair to put back his mobile.

`Oh yeah, forgot about this' he said pulling out the camcorder from the
same pocket.

`Why did you even b-bring th-that?' Dougie asked tentatively, noticing how
angry and worked up Harry had gotten that night.

`I said earlier' explained Harry irritably as he put the camcorder on top
of the dusty dresser adjacent to the bed, `If we're gonna be trapped in
some god-forsaken castle for some god-forsaken programme, we might as well
do what we're here to do'.

    Dougie watched him from the bed; his naked friend bending over slightly
as he set up the device, and nearly getting caught by him when Harry
suddenly turned round.



Harry could have sworn he saw Dougie looking at his arse just then, but
ignored it and asked him if he was warming up yet.

  Dougie couldn't stop himself admiring Harry's caring and fatherly
nature. Dougie never really grew up with a proper dad, so Harry had always
taken it upon himself to protect him, and teach him how to shave, cook, and
drive a car...

Of course, standing there, rubbing his hands together desperately, the air
so cold you could see his breath escaping, Dougie also couldn't help
himself admire how good Harry's body looked- hairy, taut, slim...

    Harry resisted the urge to jump under the covers (not that it would
make that much difference) as he stood over Dougie in the single bed,
trying to think of an alternative. But he was simply too cold, and instinct
took over.

    `We could always burn our c-clothes' joked Dougie, as Harry eventually
climbed under the covers next to Dougie, where he threw his head onto the
hard single pillow which Dougie's head also rested on, apparently
exhausted.

    But Harry still felt uncomfortable; not physically though. The bed was
so small that their bodies were practically on top of each other. So when
Dougie started to shuffle even closer to Harry than he already was, Harry
decided to sit up slightly and rest his head on the head board. Then, for
the second time, Dougie rested his own head on Harry's body. As soon as
Harry had got into the bed he knew this would happen, but he could never
have had predicted how he'd feel at this moment, and he suddenly felt his
own heart beat harder against Dougie's cold face.

    As looked down at his best mate, feeling Dougie's soaking wet hair
against his own hairy chest, he realised he'd never been this intimate with
Dougie before, and that no matter how awkward he was, he still felt
incredibly protective of Dougie.

Dougie though, knowing that there was only a single sheet on top of them,
tried his best to hide his slowly hardening cock...

    Harry looked out the window opposite them and listened to the fierce
wind and rain that pelted the pane. He could feel the rickety bed shake
under him as Dougie still trembled. But just as Harry considered putting a
comforting arm round him though, there was a loud BANG! against the bedroom
door, making Dougie shout and sit bolt upright next to Harry.

    `Dude what the fuck was that?!' came Dougie's voice now as tense as his
naked body.

    `It's nothing don't worry about it, just calm down yeah?' Harry
reassured him, although he was trying his hardest not to show his own fear.

    `I fucking hate this castle dude, seriously' Dougie said as he felt
himself beginning to shake again, which Harry must have sensed as he
suddenly put his arm around him. He held him tight, and then his other arm
came in, and he hugged him. Harry didn't know what he was doing, but he
knew it felt right. Then, as unexpected as the bang at the door, Dougie
turned his head towards Harry, looked down at his lips, closed his eyes and
gently kissed them.

    Harry's stomach lurched in shock. His eyes were still open and he
looked at Dougie as he kissed him back. All he could hear now were the
sounds of their hearts beating and the rain pounding on the windows
outside...

But Dougie suddenly pulled back from his friend, and whispered nervously:
`Harry, I...'

Dougie opened his eyes to look back at him. `What?'

    `I love you. I try not to, but I can't stop' Dougie trembled- his brain
no longer in control of what he was saying.

Harry didn't know what to say. He felt like he'd just swallowed his heart
and was chocking on it. He couldn't find any words, so again started to
kiss. After a moment though, Harry broke off once more, and said `Wait
Dougie, maybe we shouldn't-'

But Dougie quickly held up a finger to Harry mouth to silence him:
`Don't. Just kiss me'

    Dougie's mind had left its body, it was what he had been dreaming about
for so long, every time he closed his eyes, and it was as fantastic as he
ever imaged. Their lips glided smoothly with each other's as they were
still wet from the rain. Dougie began to feel his way down Harry's body
with his damp hand, which clashed uncomfortably with Harry's furry chest
and torso. Dougie moved lower and lower down towards Harry's groin. He
opened his eyes at Harry's handsome face to find no sign of objection from
him, so he continued to slide his hand under the loose covers- now able to
lay his hands on the buried treasure he'd so longed for. Groping, squeezing
and stroking, and somewhat surprised at just how hairy he was down there-
Dougie thoroughly savoured every part of his mates furry balls and
hardening shaft.

    Dougie was now very slowly jerking Harry's rock hard manhood under the
covers, every now and then squeezing it firmly, making his mates eyes bulge
in discomfort as Dougie grinned cheekily at him.

    Feeling increasingly confident now that he knew for sure his mate was
happy to oblige, Dougie sat atop of Harry- now able to have a proper look
at his gorgeous friend as he looked up at him. Harry's heart was beating so
hard he thought it would break his chest. He was so glad to see Dougie
happier than he'd seen him in months.

    Dougie rubbed their cocks together whilst he lowered himself back onto
Harry's soft lips again. He liked the sensation of his own soft skin
against his mate's rough stubble. Harry wrapped his arms around Dougie's
soft bare back, noticing that he'd stopped shivering completely. Then
Dougie began to kiss his stubbly neck, his furry chest and torso, down his
thick treasure trail...

    `Doug mate, what are you...?'

    Dougie shushed him, pinned his hairy arms down so he couldn't move, and
smiled teasingly `Don't worry- I know what I'm doing...' As his lips moved
lower and lower, Harry became slightly anxious, as he was about to have a
guy put his dick his mouth for the first time ever. Except Dougie went past
his hirsute dick, and finally reached his destination. Dougie lifted
Harry's legs slightly and lowered his head onto Harry's arse. Harry jumped
with shock when he felt Dougie's hot wet tongue suddenly glide over his
tight arse hole, making his cheeks instantly squeeze together. Dougie
simply prised them apart and carried on licking Harry out. Dougie circled
his anus over and over with his wet, nimble tongue as Harry squirmed on the
spot. Then Dougie tensed his tongue, and pushed it into the now wet hole.

    `Whoa shit mate!' Harry said before he could stop himself. He'd never
felt anything like it. Dougie began to kiss his hole just as passionately
as he'd kissed Harry's lips. Harry groaned in confused pleasure as he
looked down at Dougie buried in his arse, his eyes were closed as he
gyrated his own cock against the mattress.

    Dougie could feel Harry's whole body struggling against this alien
bliss, and he loved it. He loved it so much he couldn't wait to move onto
his next fantasy. The one he'd gone over and over in his head, day and
night whilst he pleasured himself to it.

So, leaving copious amounts of saliva on Harry's tight, hairy hole, Dougie
moved forward onto Harry, and without warning forcefully pushed his own
hard cock right up into it.

     As he did so, Harry's body surged with sharp agony as he suppressed a
huge gasp of immense pain. Just as Dougie hoped, Harry's arse hole clenched
incredibly tightly around his entire cock. For a few moments neither of
them moved- Harry was almost frozen by the shock of the pain, and Dougie
was literally salivating with ecstasy, as he had finally done what he'd
prayed of doing for years- he had entered Harry...

But the moments of stillness didn't last long. Instead of taking Harry's
sensitive virgin arse hole slow and gently, Dougie immediately began making
huge big thrusts in and out of Harry's arse- sliding his fat dick right up
inside as far as it could go.

But Harry couldn't take it- he squeezed his eyes shut, put his fist in his
mouth and bit hard- hard enough to displace the incredible sharp ache in
his arse that Dougie didn't seem to care about at all.

    `Aaahh shit!' Dougie exclaimed loudly, running his hands through his
own wet hair as he relentlessly ploughed away at Harry's raw butt. He was
moaning and shouting so loudly that he didn't notice Harry lying there in
agony- trying his hardest not to let on- biting his own fist harder and
harder as Dougie fucked faster and faster.

    Dougie was now pinching his own nipples and rubbing his tanned stomach
all over- the pleasure was almost unbearable. He opened his eyes to see
Harry gnawing his fist- but Dougie didn't let-up and simply lowered down to
kiss Harry's torso so that his soaking wet hair flopped onto Harry's dark,
furry chest- making him grin as it tickled him slightly.

    That sudden moment of lightness gave Harry the strength to sit up, hold
Dougie still, kiss him on the forehead and pull Dougie's thick cock out of
his own arse hole- which gave a huge feeling of relief and comfort
(although he was sure he'd feel it still in the morning).

    Dougie didn't know what was going on- it couldn't be over already? What
if he'd hurt him? Did Harry suddenly realise it wasn't for him? But before
Dougie could actually begin to ask him any of these questions, Harry pushed
Dougie back down onto the bed. Harry then got up off the bed and stood at
the end of it- his taught, lean, furred body- his long, hard, curved dick
pointing right at Dougie who lay there on the bed in confusion. Harry then
suddenly grabbed Dougie by his ankles and dragged him like a dog to the end
of the bed where he stood. He held out his hand which was covered in big
red chunks where he had bitten himself, and spat great gob-full's into his
palm. And with that, Harry coated his dick in his own spit until it was
positively dripping, and he drove it without warning into Dougie's butt
hole.

    But to his surprise, Dougie did not yelp in pain or recoil in agony- in
fact his bony dick slid into Dougie like a hot knife into butter. Dougie
showed no sign of discomfort, and immediately begin rubbing his body again
and begging Harry to keep going. Had he done this before, Harry thought?

Thrusting fast and furiously, Harry loved being in complete control during
sex. He soon realised that a holes a hole- doesn't matter who it belongs
to- as long as he shows them a good time. And my god, he thought, with the
look on Dougie's little face; he was definitely showing him a good
time. Harry thought he might as well go the whole hog- Dougie had just
proclaimed his love for him, and now they were shagging each other. So
Harry, for the first time in his life, took hold of another guy's penis,
and wanked Dougie off with his still wet hand.

     `Harry! No mate don't stop! Oh duuude!'

Harry was loving it. It was as if his dick wanted to get even harder- like
it was going to explode right inside Dougie. Harry thought he'd have even
more fun, with a little dirty talk:

   `You like my dick in your ass, huh? You like that bitch?' said Harry
forcefully as he continued to bash away at his mates arse.

   `I'm gonna fuck you so hard- I'm gonna make you bleed'

   `You want it harder bitch? Do ya?'... `Come on you fucking bitch, say
it!'

Harry was now gyrating and humping his furry ass so hard against Dougie it
was making the creaky old bed's headboard bang and bang against the
wall. And it was the only sound being made now- because Harry was in such
intense bliss that he couldn't even carry on speaking. He suddenly grabbed
hold of the bed posts either side of him as he threw his head back in
ecstasy. He dug his nails into the tall bed posts- scratching into the old
wood.

    Harry looked down at Dougie on the shaking bed as he took over from
Harry at tossing himself off. His slim, tanned, skater's body breathed
heavily. Dougie looked right back into Harry's handsome, defined, chiselled
features and bright blue eyes, and remembered why he loved him so.

Something was bubbling up inside Harry's hot and hairy groin. Every thrust
began deeper, firmer, rougher... He squeezed his cock, hoping to see if he
could make Dougie hurt just a little. But then he began to see Dougie's
breathing getting shorter, his eyes rolling into the back of his head- he
was beginning to peak.

Dougie's hand was almost a blur as he wanked himself off, faster and
faster, squirming all over the bed, his body suddenly lurched and spasmed,
and he ejaculated load after load of thick, white cum-juice onto his golden
stomach and chest.

    Harry pulled out his curvy boner from Dougie's wet hole- but he didn't
seem to notice at all. He still seemed to be reeling from his intense
orgasm. He stood there at the end of the bed in silence, starring at his
best mate, wondering what to do. But then his dick made an involuntary
twinge and he realised he had a job to finish first. Crawling on his knees
he gets back onto the hard bed and kneels over Dougie's limp body. He must
have gone to sleep already, thought Harry. Harry quickly took hold of his
aching shaft and in three swift seconds he ejaculated, and before he could
stop himself whispered `Oh god Dougie, I love you so much' as his load
landed heavily all over Dougie's sweet, gorgeous face.

    Harry's stomach lurched also at that point- but not because of an
orgasm. Letting go of the bed posts, he strokes Dougie's smooth legs,
taking in the realisation of what he just said.

Dougie's hand began to caress Harry's hairy thighs, stroking them adoringly
with his eyes still closed, and grinning.

    Harry was so confused, he needed to think. So he decided to lick both
their loads off of Dougie's soft silky skin, and swallow it all. Harry
wiped his lips clean, kissed Dougie on the forehead again, and beckoned him
back onto the single hard pillow and under the thin cover,
exhausted. Holding his body close to his, Harry didn't know whether Dougie
was asleep already or not- he'd never seen anyone fall asleep with such a
sweet smile on their face before...

`So, what did you guys get up to last night?'

    McFly were leaving the castle ground, sitting in the back of their car
together, on their way to the next adventure.

Danny and Tom had avoided eye contact all morning, and Danny in particular
had been very quiet by his usual standards. Danny interjected quickly
before Tom could answer with an ambiguous `Nothing. We just went to bed.'
and said nothing more for the rest of the journey.

That morning on the way down the tower stairs and through the castle
grounds, Harry and Dougie held hands. They knew though that once their
fellow band mates joined them, they would have to play it cool, for now.

    Every 5 minutes, Dougie swore to himself that the previous nights
events surely could not have happened. It was only the fact that they knew
everything had been captured on camera that reassured him it had all been
true.

But then Dougie quickly turned to Harry and whispered `Shit- the camera!'

Harry smiled and said nothing, as he reached into his coat pocket and
pulled out a small black tape.

    `As if I'd forget this' Harry whispered back, grinning, making sure not
to rouse suspicion from the other two.

Tom, the eldest of the group, reached into his own small pocket and pulled
out a folded up picture of his beautiful girlfriend.

He looked at it for a long time, his face completely passive, and his heart
beating hard with guilt. He glanced over the photo to watch Danny sitting
opposite him, staring out the window and into the distance. Tom had never
felt as alone as he slid the photo back into his pocket, next to a small
tape cassette which pressed tightly against his thigh.

But the thought of loneliness never seemed to drift into Harry and Dougie's
minds much. The two were completely inseparable, constantly mucking around,
having a laugh. Whatever happened from now on would always come from that
night when McFly, were almost haunted.