Date: Wed, 8 Dec 2004 02:58:19 EST
From: Loismustdie123@aol.com
Subject: McFly: Dougie's Initiation - Part 1 Dougie's Birthday

AN: For now I have finished with my Busted series 'Busted Love', (sorry
for the bad title) instead I have begun this McFly story, after a few
chapters of this I'm planning a cross-over. Perhaps the band goes on tour
a festivities happen back stage (let's think about that for a second!).
All ideas and comments are welcome just email me.
DISCLAIMER: This probably wasn't an accurate account of what happened on
Nov 30th (Dougie's Birthday) but I guy can dream but in no way am I
implying any of the actions in the following document happened in real
life... but they may have. ;.)

Enjoy.

Seventeenth

Dougie was just sixteen, he was the youngest member of McFly and tomorrow
was his seventeenth birthday and he was excited.
Harry and Danny are eighteen and Tom is nineteen, so Dougie has always
felt a little left out. He had been hoping something would happen that
something would change tomorrow, he still wouldn't be able to drink
alcohol in public like the others or go to the clubs they do but he was
hoping for more acceptance into the social side of the group. Tomorrow
things will change.

Dougie woke up that morning excited about his birthday, and by something
else by the look of the lump at the centre of his sheets. He reached down
and found his boxers damp, he didn't remember having a particularly
erotic dream. He lifted the covers to check the damage and realised that
there was semen trailing up his body. 'Shit! That must have been some
good dream.' He grabbed a tissue from the box at side of the bed, the
place every teen boy needs one. He then tried to get as much of the cum
of his body. He changed his stained boxers for some fresh ones and threw
on a robe. The used underwear was tossed across his bed; it slid down the
corner of the room where the rest of his clothes lay. Dougie headed to
the kitchen not knowing how early or late it was but knowing that he was
thirsty.
"There he is the birthday boy!" Tom hollered even though the others were
right next to him. They all looked rather smug, Dougie wondered why that
was.
"Take a seat Mr. Poynter." Danny said in a butler style voice, he stood
up offering a seat between Tom and Harry.
"I'm just going to get a drink thanks," Dougie tried to edge away, it
looked like they were planning something.
"We insist." Danny added with a smile, practically dragging the boy to
the empty seat and pushing him down. "What do want to drink, I'll get it
for you."
"Err, thanks," Dougie half smiled still suspicious, "Orange juice will be
fine."
Danny wondered off to the kitchen which was just off the room they were
in. Dougie watched him in his tight blue boxer briefs and a navy blue
t-shirt just covering the top of the half-moon shaped bum.
"Is there anything else you want birthday boy." Tom added eyes lighting
up.
"Wh..." Dougie was a little distracted, "Oh, em, I think I'm alright
thanks."
"We got to give you your presents." Tom left obviously excited.
"Seventeen, you're growing up." Harry mocked, rustling Dougie's morning
hair.

The rest of the band continued to act like this throughout the morning.
He received a Kill Bill DVD, the new Green Day album and new t-shirt.
"Time for the final present," Tom said, still unable to control the
volume of his voice, "Here you go."
The present was a big rectangular box wrapped in foil. Dougie stripped
the shiny paper away expecting big things from this final present.
It was a black leather box just larger than a shoe box. Dougie yanked at
either side of the box until his fingers slipped and it snapped tight.
"It's locked! What's the use of a locked box?" Dougie asks.
"You get the box first you'll have to work for the key!" Harry said with
a wink. Dougie wasn't sure what he meant by that.


Dougie was going to meet his family and after his breakfast he decided to
get ready, "do you guys know if anyone's in the shower?"
Tom was for some reason straddling Danny, "No it's free." Tom had pinned
Danny's arms to the ground, maybe they were play fighting?
So Dougie headed to the shower as he got closer he saw the door was ajar
but he could hear the water going. He started to wonder whether Harry
might be using it or maybe he just forgot to turn off the water. Dougie
peered around the door and saw the water was running. Then he saw Harry
standing there with his back facing him. He was now only wearing blue and
white cotton stripe boxers. His thumbs hooked his remaining clothing and
slowly, almost purposely the cotton slipped down the flesh of his butt
revealing more of this rather impressive feature of his. So there was
someone in the shower, Dougie thought unable to take his eyes off the guy
he had been friends with for over almost two years, his tongue wetting
his lips. 'I can't watch him have a shower', Dougie thought, but what his
mind was saying is wrong his cock was saying is right. It thumped against
his thigh as if to remind him not to take his eyes of this gorgeous
specimen who had now stepped under the shower. The water streamed off his
young shoulders and down his back and fell into the crack off his cute
ass.
Dougie's hips played a mind of their own, his dick rubbed up against the
cold wall as he gript on to the door frame, at any moment Harry could
turn round and he would be caught, this added to the excitement.
Harry lathered up his shoulder and the suds followed the stream of hot
water. Dougie could see from the back that he was lathering his arms, his
chest; his stomach and his arms went lower over the part Dougie was dying
to get his hands on.
"Mmm." Harry moaned. Dougie imagined what Harry would look like rubbing
soap over his huge cock, rubbing his firm hand tightly against his thick
dick slicking it with bubbles of shower gel, tugging at his balls. He
could see Harry's arm rise and fall slowly. Dougie needed more than just
light friction he reached into his boxers and to rub his moist dick soft
and firmly sending tingles up and down his back. Harry's armed quickened
and his quiet grunts got louder, the hand that wasn't playing with his
cock was continuing to spread soapsuds across his broad chest down to his
right hip and then he began rubbing the white foam across his firm
buttocks, pushing them together and pulling them apart roughly getting
more vigorous. The hand slipped into the boys crack.
'God this what hot!' Dougie thought biting his lip not wanting a sound to
escape him, if only he would turn round so he could see his hardness
protrude from his skater body. Dougie watched closely as Harry slipped a
finger into his tight hole with a low sigh.
"So, there is someone in the shower."
'Who's that?!' Dougie jumped, he was too scared to move and he'd been
caught. It was Danny he could tell from the sound of his voice, he
quickly removed his hand from his boxers and Harry turned round to see
the noise, which is when Dougie saw a generous glimpse of his beautiful
manhood just for a second.
"Maybe we should leave him alone to wash," Danny said patting Dougie on
the shoulder closing the door. Dougie couldn't help it, he couldn't hold
it in, and a single shot of semen ejected from is dick and trickle down
his smooth leg.
'Oh, God,' Dougie though, but Danny must not have noticed as now he had
carried on down the hall.
Dougie headed straight to his room determined to avoid the rest of the
band for the rest of the morning trying to avoid the most embarrassing
moment of his life, he didn't even feel like finishing off his wank. He
removed his freshly damp boxer and changed them for the second time to
day and added it too the pile. He would just get ready and head to his
parent as fast as he could hoping this would all blow over.

The whole of the time he spent with his family he was distant thinking
over the event that had happened thinking about whether Harry or Danny
had seen him watching the show whilst jerking off. They'd think he was
some sort of gay pervert; they may even throw him out of the band. They
had had such a good time this month as well. Both Danny and Dougie were
up for most fanciable male at the Smash Hits poll winner's party and the
band were having fun over who to vote for. Harry voted for him, he felt
flattered and Tom had voted for Danny and they laughed about it and
played about saying how fanciable they were but he'd ruined that now, on
his birthday!
Dougie had got here at 12 it was now ten past five. His mom was surprised
he had spent so long here he usually always wanted to go out with the
rest of the boys, but Dougie insisted that he spend more time with them
for now.
'Beep, Beep! Beep, Beep!' The sulking teen had a text message.

'Wher r u? we ave more surprises 4 u. Harrys cook an everything! Tom'

Dougie let the corner of his mouth turn up, 'at least Tom doesn't hate
me. Everything must be alright or they wouldn't invite me back, would
they?'
"I think I'm going back to the flat now mom." Dougie said standing.
"Aren't you staying for tea?"
"No, apparently Harry's cooking."
"I doubt that! Anyway I'll take you down."
Dougie said goodbye his sister and left to head back to the flat.

Dougie headed back in his mom's car smiling to himself, his mom gave him
looks of curiosity but dared not ask what it was he was smiling at.

The birthday boy waved his mom away after she had dropped him in front of
the home of four teen boys. He opened the front door and was greeted by
the smell of Greek food and the strong guitar cords played by Blink 182.
He walked in and the rest of the band jumped out yelling and whistling
and pulling party poppers causing coloured ribbons of paper to rain on
his head.
Dougie giggled and laughed grabbing a clump of the party streams and
throwing back at them unsuccessfully. He looked over at the selections of
his favourite foods.
"You made all this!" He asked as the excitement toned down.
"Sure, I phone the guy myself." Harry laughed.
"I helped open the containers and put it on plates!" Danny added; acting
annoyed that Harry was getting all the credit for ordering Greek food.
Danny was now dancing on the table with Tom both showing off their low
hanging trousers.
'Aren't those the same underwear I was wearing this morning,' he though
looking at Danny helping himself to food, 'and the pair that Tom is
wearing are those others, they can't be! Why would they clean my dirty
clothes and then wear them, unless it was a joke?'

The party continued with much dancing and eating and plenty of drink, it
seemed that every time he went back to his drink more had been added.
Suddenly the music stopped and an eerie silence swept across the room.
"What happened to the music!?" Dougie slurred.
The three other looked at him seriously and took a seat.
"What's the matter?" Dougie said innocently.
"Sit down, the party's over," Harry replied gravely.
Dougie sat between Danny and Tom, Harry sat opposite.
"What?" he asked
"It's 10:48 exactly the very moment you were born. We think now we should
tell you now that we know, we caught you, you dirty perverted faggot!"
Harry spat.
"What?" is all Dougie could whimper not knowing what else to do or say,
his heart sank. Danny and Tom clamped down on his arms enabling no
escape.
"It's time you got your punishment!" Harry added standing.

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A/N: Don't worry it will turn out ok!