Date: Thu, 31 Mar 2005 14:13:01 +0000
From: Blue Boy <blueboy3649@hotmail.com>
Subject: More McFly Part 2 - Room on the 3rd Floor

This story contains scenes of a sexual nature between consenting adult males
and if this offends you, or if you are underage, or prohibited by law from
viewing such material, leave now.

This story is a work of pure fiction. Nothing in this story should be taken
to imply that any of McFly are gay (as much as you'd like them to be!) I
don't know anything about their true sexualities.

This story is especially for Mupps :-)

Comments and suggestions to blueboy3649@hotmail.com



HARRY & DOUGIE PART 2 – ROOM ON THE 3rd FLOOR


"CHARLIE?!" exclaimed Dougie. "Charlie saw us... doing...?" He didn't need
to finish the sentence.

"Yeah," said Harry.

Good friend of the band, Charlie Simpson from Busted, had seen them through
the kitchen window, getting it on on the kitchen table. So far, nobody
except their bandmates Tom and Danny had known about them, and they had
wanted to tell their mates in their own time. They had no idea how Charlie
would react. But Harry had just found out.

Ten minutes earlier...

Harry quickly got dressed and raced down the stairs to answer the door while
Dougie, the world's deepest sleeper, lay there in horny dreamland,
completely oblivious.

"Alright, Chaz," a surprised looking Harry said, as he answered the door and
let in his mate.

"Yeah I'm alright, dude, you?" he said, walking into the front room, seeming
a little uncomfortable and looking around for signs of Dougie. "Dougie still
in bed then is he?"

"Yeah, the lazy git," laughed Harry, still slightly confused about Charlie's
unexpected early morning visit.

"In *your* bed?" asked Charlie, suspiciously.

"Um... in his bed," muttered Harry, who had no idea where this was leading.
He decided to be more direct. "What are you doing here Charlie?"

"I saw you yesterday," said Charlie, looking Harry square in the eye. "You
and Dougie. Doing it on the kitchen table."

Harry was shocked and very embarrassed. Telling his mates was one thing, but
the thought of his mates actually seeing them at it...

"It's sick, mate," Charlie continued. " It's dirty and disgusting. I can't
believe you're a couple of poofs! You and him! It's so fucking wrong!"

"I love him." Harry didn't know what else to say. "And he loves me. What's
so wrong about that?"

"What's so wrong about that?!" exclaimed Charlie. "You're shagging another
bloke!"

Harry was at a complete loss for words. He had no idea Charlie would react
this way. He had grew up and gone to school with Charlie and he thought they
were mates. There was one time they'd even got drunk and jerked each other
off in bed. Oh how Harry had enjoyed that so much more than he had let on at
the time. And then there were the rumours he'd heard about how Charlie loved
to suck cock for money, even though he'd never believed them and had never
had the nerve to mention it to him. He never imagined Charlie would be this
homophobic though, he thought he would understand, but he had been wrong.
And it was upsetting him.

But Charlie's rant wasn't over yet. "I don't get it. Why him? He's only 16!
You're shagging a little boy!"

"He's 17," Harry corrected him. "And he is NOT a little boy!" In more ways
than one, thought Harry, but thought better than to say it out loud.

"Whatever," continued Charlie. "I just think you can do so much better.
You're a good looking guy, mate. There's thousands of girls that would do
anything to get you into bed."

"I don't want them. I want Dougie."

Charlie looked at Harry in exasperation. He realised he was fighting a
losing battle. "I give up," he sighed, and turned and left, leaving Harry
stood there in disbelief and almost in tears. He felt like he was on the
verge of losing one of his best mates. But at least he still had his Dougie.
He went back upstairs, and by now Dougie was awake. He told him all about
what Charlie had just said, and Dougie looked worried. "D'you think he'll
tell anyone?"

"No, I don't think he would," Harry replied.

"I can't believe he's so pissed about it."

"Pissed OFF." Harry liked to correct Dougie's annoying little Americanisms.

"Yeah. I just don't understand why he's being like that."

"Oh well," shrugged Harry. "Fuck him."

"Um... d'you think he'll let us?" asked Dougie.

Harry looked confused for a moment before realising it was a joke.

"Don't worry, babe, we'll sort it out," Dougie smiled re-assuringly. "Now
come back to bed and get your cock out! It's breakfast time and I'm hungry!"

The prospect of his morning blowjob cheered Harry up no end, he gave Harry a
big snog and got back into bed, letting Harry undress him and then suck him
to climax, swallowing his breakfast load as usual. The boys then went for a
shower and Dougie's morning wank. The rest of the day was spent rehearsing
for a big gig they were performing that night, so they decided to focus on
that and put Charlie and his homophobic opinions to the back of their minds.
They'd deal with him afterwards.

The show went well, and all of the Busted boys had been there to watch, even
Charlie. However, he seemed to be avoiding them, as only James and Matt were
there when they all met up for a drink in the hotel bar afterwards. It
wasn't a late night though, as everyone was shattered, so just two drinks
later, everyone decided to call it a night and go up to their rooms (on the
third floor, of course). As usual, Tom and Danny got a twin room and Dougie
and Harry got a family room, with a double bed and a single bed. This made
it look much less suspicious, and if anyone asked, the official line was
that Harry didn't like single beds, and could only sleep comfortably in a
double bed. It was Danny that had come up with this idea, which Harry and
Dougie thought was genius.

They were too tired to fuck that night so they fell asleep in each other's
arms, still fully dressed. Or at least Dougie fell asleep in Harry's, out
like a light, but now that he had time to think again, the conversation with
Charlie was still pressing on Harry's mind, keeping him awake. But then the
more he thought about it, the more he decided it didn't matter, he and
Dougie loved each other and had each other and that was all that mattered.
Who cared what anyone else thought. He looked at Dougie, lying there
peacefully asleep, snoring ever so slightly, looking so cute and sweet. He
couldn't believe that this hot little stud was all his. To do whatever the
fuck he wanted with. Now there was a thought. He felt a stirring in his
boxers. His cock wanted action. He lifted the covers to reveal Dougie's
still fully dressed body. He was feeling horny as fuck, but knew Dougie was
tired so didn't want to wake him. He pulled Dougie's T-shirt up to his chest
and feasted his eyes on that smooth body. Those cute little nipples. That
perfect six pack. That faintest of treasure trails disappearing into his
jeans. Even though he got to see it every single day, he just couldn't get
enough of it. Looking down at his crotch, he noticed Dougie was bulging. He
must be hard. He wondered what he was dreaming about, the horny little
bastard. He unbuckled Dougie's belt and one by one undid the buttons of his
jeans, slowly and silently. Dougie didn't stir. It wasn't easy but he
managed to get Dougie's jeans down to his ankles and now he could clearly
see the outline of Dougie's erection through his tight boxers. Mmmm. Feeling
like a naughty schoolboy, he ran his fingers over it, giving it the
occasional squeeze. Dougie still didn't flinch. Slowly, Harry unbuttoned the
buttons on Dougie's boxers and pulled out his cock. It looked just as tasty
as ever. Suddenly, Harry had a naughty idea. He reached for his phone and
took a picture of Dougie's hard cock poking out of his boxers. He giggled.
He was going to use it as his screensaver.

There was a knock on the door. Harry looked confused. Who could it be at
this time of night? He pulled the covers back over Dougie and went to answer
it. Charlie was stood there, dressed in his trademark black suit. White
shirt, black tie, smart trousers. He looked great in it. In fact, for the
first time, it occurred to Harry that Charlie was pretty damn FIT. Shame he
was such a homophobic arsehole.

They stood facing each other in an awkward silence. Charlie gave Harry a
faint smile, and Harry opened the door, inviting him in. Charlie looked
around the room, at the empty single bed and Dougie asleep on one side of
the double bed.

"Nice trick," remarked Charlie.

"Danny's idea," said Harry.

"So they know then?"

"Danny and Tom know. No one else does. You haven't said anything to anyone,
have you?"

"Of course not."

Charlie sat down on the bed, next to the sleeping Dougie. "Why him?" he
asked.

Harry looked at Dougie and smiled. "Look at him. He's gorgeous. And he's
funny. And he's great. I don't know why you've got such a problem with it."

Harry noticed Charlie was looking a little upset.

"It's... just a bit of a shock, that's all," replied Charlie quietly.

"Remember that time at school?" Harry asked. "What we did under the covers."

"We were drunk," said Charlie, looking embarrassed.

"It was good though, wasn't it? Playing with each other."

Charlie didn't answer, but the smile on his face said it all.

Things were beginning to click in Harry's mind. Charlie's reaction.
Charlie's comments. Charlie's attitude towards the whole thing. Putting all
this together, things were suddenly starting to make sense.

"You're not homophobic at all, are you?" asked Harry. "It's not that you've
got a problem with. It's Dougie, isn't it?"

Charlie was impressed that Harry had worked it out so quickly. "I just don't
get what you see in him. You can do so much better than him."

Harry now knew exactly what Charlie meant. He sat down on the bed next to
Charlie. "Like you, for example?"

Charlie wasn't expecting Harry to be so frank. But they both knew he was
right. Charlie wanted Harry. Everything he had said had been out of pure
jealousy. Seeing them fucking in the kitchen yesterday had made him sick.
Sick with jealousy. He wanted it to have been him with Harry. He resented
Dougie for it.

Without waiting for Charlie to reply, Harry leaned forward and planted a
kiss on Charlie's lips. "Is this what you want?"

Charlie's response was to grab Harry and kiss him hard. He had been waiting
to do this for years. He ran his hands slowly and softly up and down Harry's
body, desperately wanting every inch of it. Harry ran one hand through
Charlie's hair, the other one caressing the soft skin of his neck and
jawline as they kissed passionately. Harry lifted the covers and gently
eased Charlie down on to the bed, so that he was lying side by side with the
still sleeping Dougie, blissfully unaware of what was going on around him.
Harry got on top of Charlie and they continued snogging, as Harry dug his
crotch into Charlie's, both boys clearly able to feel the other's hard-on.
Charlie couldn't believe his luck, but wondered how on earth this was gonna
work with Dougie asleep next to them. But Harry knew exactly what he was
doing. Charlie was a mate, a decidedly fit one at that, and he was gonna
enjoy having sex with him. But it was all about horny lust, whereas with
Dougie it was all about love. And anyway, it wasn't as if Dougie wasn't
going to be part of it. They had talked about a threesome before, so Harry
knew that Dougie was well up for it. As they continued to snog and grind
into each other, Harry slid his hand across to Dougie, gently rubbing his
body, moving down to touch his exposed cock, checking it was still hard -
which it predictably was. He squeezed Dougie's cock and now he stirred
slightly. It was time for a wake-up kiss. Pulling away from Charlie's lips,
he lent over and put his lips over Dougie's. Dougie responded immediately by
sticking his tongue into Harry's mouth - almost as if he'd been awake the
whole time, ready for Harry's kiss... which, unbeknown to Harry, he actually
had.

Charlie looked across and felt a little awkward at the two of them kissing.
Harry must have sensed this, as he moved his hand up to Charlie's face and
put his finger in his mouth for him to suck on, so as not to make him feel
neglected. Charlie sucked eagerly, as Harry moved away from Dougie's lips
and licked all over his face. God, he loved licking that face. Dougie turned
to face Charlie, smiling at the sight of him, all suited up and lying next
to him, with his boyfriend on top of him, who was currently leant over
nibbling on his earlobe, which Harry knew he loved.

Charlie was sucking hard on Harry's finger, and Harry was loving this
unusual but highly erotic sensation. He would have to remember it for him
and Dougie to try some time. Harry continued to lick his way across Dougie's
face and then down to his neck and shoulders, kissing, licking and sucking
on his soft tender skin. Dougie leant across and kissed Charlie's lips.
Harry withdrew his finger from Charlie's mouth, so that Dougie could move in
and replace it with his tongue. Suddenly, Charlie didn't hate Dougie any
more, and he kissed the randy little teenager with as much passion and lust
as he had Harry. They kissed each other's lips and sucked each other's
tongues. Harry sat up, enjoying the horny sight of Charlie and Dougie
getting off with each other. He touched both of their faces as the kissed,
then ran his hands through their hair. Finally, he decided he wanted a piece
of the action and joined the two boys for a horny three-way kiss, while
rubbing Charlie's hard cock through his trousers.

"Dougie gives the best blowjobs," Harry whispered to Charlie. "Wanna try
one?"

Without even waiting for a response from Charlie, Dougie unzipped Charlie's
trousers and pulled out his thick manhood, stroking the hard shaft and
squeezing the head, which was already slightly moist with precum. Within
seconds, he had slid down the bed and was expertly sucking Charlie off, his
lips and tongue working wonders on that cock. Meanwhile, Harry played with
Charlie's big hairy balls, massaging them softly in between his fingers.
Charlie moaned with delight, and Harry grinned at the look on his face, he
could tell he was loving the joint attention of two hot studs.

Harry unzipped his own jeans and pulled them down to his knees, before
sitting on Charlie's chest and rubbing his cock through his boxers in front
of Charlie's face. Charlie licked his lips at the sight of Harry's
impressively large bulge, which Harry proceeded to thrust in his face,
Charlie's mouth desperately trying to get at that cock. Putting Charlie out
of his misery, Harry pulled his boxers down, and his hard cock sprang up,
slapping Charlie in the face. They both laughed, and then Harry pressed his
cock on Charlie's lips, forcing it into his mouth. Charlie started sucking,
and instantly Harry knew that those rumours about Charlie's cock-sucking
days weren't just rumours. He knew damn well how to suck cock. Fuck, he was
almost as good as Dougie.

But only almost. Charlie was getting such a great blowjob from Dougie, he
couldn't hold back any longer and, just as Dougie had hoped, he came in
Dougie's mouth, Harry's cock in his mouth stifling his moans. Keeping a
watertight grip around Charlie's shaft, Dougie swallowed all of Charlie's
juicy offerings, not letting a single drop go to waste.

"Told you he was good, didn't I?" Harry smiled at Charlie, who just nodded
and kept sucking, eager to give as good a blowjob as he'd just got. Dougie
sat up next to Harry and they snogged, Harry enjoying the salty taste of
Charlie-cum from Dougie's mouth. As Charlie kept sucking, Harry and Dougie
stripped each other of their tops, and Charlie eagerly got an eyeful of
their sexy toned bodies. Harry noticed Charlie gawping, and as much as he
was enjoying Charlie sucking his cock, he could see he wanted to play with
their bodies.

He took his cock out of Charlie's mouth, lay down on the bed and pulled
Dougie down next to him, putting his arm around his boyfriend's shoulders.
"Wanna play with us, Charlie?"

Charlie got up, still fully dressed in his suit, with the exception of his
cock poking out of his trousers. He pulled both boys' jeans and boxers right
off, so that they were laid there naked and hard. He positioned himself with
one knee in between each of their legs, and for a moment sat there admiring
these two naked young hunks, with their perfect, sexy, toned bodies, lying
in each other's arms. They looked so sweet together, and were clearly so in
love, that Charlie now felt bad for having been so jealous. He was happy for
them, and even happier that he was getting to play with them. He touched
their bodies, slowly rubbing his hands up and down their chests and
stomachs, enjoying the feel of their smooth warm skin. His hands moved down,
stroking their thighs and caressing their pubic areas, before starting to
fondle their balls and their hard throbbing cocks. Being touched by the same
guy was making Harry and Dougie hornier than ever, and they started to
engage in another passionate snog, their lips and tongues all over each
other's, while Charlie's cock-fondling turned into full blown wanking.
Gripping their cocks hard in each hand, he wanked them together in rhythm.
Through their snogging, he could hear them moan with the pleasure he was
giving them, and he wanked them harder and faster. Wouldn't it be great, he
thought, if he could make them both cum at the same time? Whether it was
co-incidence, or whether these lovers were so close to each other that they
actually could time their orgasms simultaneously, Charlie didn't know, but
that's exactly what happened.

There was nothing Charlie liked better than the sight of an ejaculating
cock, and watching both of these cocks shoot their hot creamy loads
together, over their respective chests and stomachs, was just out of this
world. Spurt after spurt of the white stuff shot uncontrollably out of their
cocks and landed on their bodies, and Charlie was more than impressed at how
much these guys could shoot.

"Cheers Charlie, that was fuckin' awesome, man," Harry said.

"Yeah, it was," Dougie agreed.

Charlie grinned at the compliment. "Thanks guys. I'm glad I came now." And
then he chuckled at his own non-intentional pun. "Well, I suppose I'd better
get going."

Dougie whispered something in Harry's ear, and Harry grinned back at him,
before turning to Charlie. "Oh no you don't, mate. We haven't finished with
you yet."

"Actually," smiled Dougie. "We haven't even started with you."

Before Charlie could say anything, they both grabbed him and threw him down
on the bed, sandwiched in between them both, and then proceeded to strip
him.

Charlie knew he couldn't leave now, even if he wanted to. He lay there with
a huge grin on his face, while Harry and Dougie undressed him. This was
gonna be a night he would never forget. And nor would his poor virgin arse.
Fuck it, he thought. Literally. His arse was theirs.