Date: Thu, 14 Apr 2005 20:01:04 +0000
From: Blue Boy <blueboy3649@hotmail.com>
Subject: More Mcfly Part 3

The usual disclaimers:

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 is for Mupps and Mikey and anyone else who's enjoyed reading my
stories!


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HARRY & DOUGIE PART 3 - IT'S ALL ABOUT LOO, BABY


It was the Brits aftershow party. McFly had won Best Pop Act, and deservedly
so. It had been an amazing night for them in so many ways, meeting people
they had always wanted to meet, getting drunk for free on expensive
champagne, and of course going up to collect their first ever Brit Award.
The aftershow party was a posh do in a classy five star London hotel, and
the boys continued to party well into the night, along with a guest list
that read like a who's who of music, and swarming with more A-list
celebrities than you could shake a Brit Award at. The stars mingled, the
music pumped and the champagne flowed.

Boyfriends Harry and Dougie so wanted to be all over each other, but knew
better than to show their affection in public. But they were on such a high
tonight they knew that they would be more than making up for it in the hotel
room upstairs later.

Harry and Danny were engaged in an interesting debate with Will Young about
the state of current pop music, but Harry's mind was secretly drifting off,
entertaining the idea that Will might be up for a threesome sometime. After
all, he was gay and him and Dougie were two fit young lads, even if he said
so himself. He, Dougie and Charlie had shared several nights of passion
since that first night in that room on the third floor, and now they had a
taste for threesomes. Their number one choice was Danny, but they knew he
was straight and there was little chance of it happening. And anyway he was
their best mate, so it probably wouldn't be a good idea.

As Danny continued to discuss with Will the merits or not of Girls Aloud,
Harry excused himself as he needed a piss. Dougie, who was meanwhile being
bored out of his wits by a couple of over-excited teenage girls who had won
tickets to be here, noticed Harry make his way towards the toilets, and
excused himself and followed him.

Harry finished taking a piss and was just shaking his dick when Dougie's
arms suddenly appeared around his waist.

"Hello, big boy," smiled Dougie, as he grabbed Harry's cock from out of his
hands, and began thrusting his groin against Harry's arse.

"Oi! You'll get us into trouble!" chuckled Harry, as he tried to break free
from Dougie's grip. But a determined Dougie continued to play with Harry's
limp cock and grind into him from behind. He kissed Harry's neck, and then
his jawline, and then his cheeks, and finally on the lips, the boys engaging
in a brief tongue-wrestle, before Harry pulled away, this time more
decisively.

"We can't do this in here!" he said, as he turned around to face his randy
boyfriend. "Anyone could walk in!"

"So? We can charge them to watch," said Dougie, not giving up but pulling
Harry towards him again.

"You're fuckin' wasted!" laughed Harry, actually enjoying Dougie trying to
molest him.

"I can't resist you when you're in a suit," said Dougie. Both boys had a
thing about suits, and Harry had to admit, seeing Dougie all suited and
booted had been turning him on all night.

"Let's go up to bed," said Harry.

"I can't wait that long. I want you now!" And with that, Dougie grabbed a
shocked looking Harry and pulled him into one of the cubicles, locking the
door behind them.

Being in a five star hotel, the cubicle was spacious and clean, not like
your average public toilet cubicle. The floor and tiled walls were gleaming
white, and the toilet was immaculate and shining.

For a moment, both boys stood there facing one another, surveying each other
in their sexy suits, both designer of course. Harry had gone for a red silk
tie, whilst Dougie had chosen a white one, also smooth silk. Dougie's
trousers were visibly tenting with his growing hard-on, and Harry's cock,
still poking out of his flies, was also slowly hardening. There was a look
of unmistakeable lust in their eyes, as they stepped towards each other,
wrapped their arms around each other and kissed. Whether it was because they
were drunk or exceptionally horny or just the fact that they were doing it
in a public toilet, their kisses were somehow more passionate than usual.
They wanted each other desperately and couldn't keep their hands, lips or
tongues off each other. Harry's hand reached down and fumbled with Dougie's
belt, finally getting it unbuckled and his trousers and boxers down. He
grabbed and pulled at Dougie's hard cock, while kissing him harder still.
Dougie's hand was reaching behind Harry's jacket and into his trousers,
massaging and squeezing at his fleshy buttocks.

Anybody could walk into the toilets but they were way past caring. Nothing
else mattered right now. Dougie pulled away from Harry and breathlessly
whispered, "Fuck me, baby." With his trousers and boxers around his ankles,
he bent over and spread his legs wide for Harry, who didn't need asking
twice. He grabbed Harry's hips and pressed his cock against Dougie's hole,
before sliding it firmly into his arse. Grabbing him tighter, he began
fucking him with a steady rhythm.

"Faster, babe," pleaded Dougie. "I want it rough and hard."

This was unlike Dougie, but Harry did as he was told, pounding Dougie's sexy
little arse deeper and harder and faster with every thrust. It hurt, but
Dougie didn't care. The pain was just turning him on even more. He was
moaning like a bitch, not caring that anybody who ventured in would hear
them. Having his arse painfully ripped apart by Harry in a toilet cubicle
was too much of a thrill to be worrying about anything else.

Harry was fucking Dougie so hard that he soon felt close to orgasm. "I'm
gonna cum inside you, baby," he whispered, as he shot the first of his load
deep inside Dougie's arse, moaning as he came.

Just then, the toilet door creaked. Someone was coming in. The boys froze,
Harry still in mid-orgasm, doing his best to control his whimpering voice,
as his cock kept filling Dougie's arse with its ample load. They heard the
sound of footsteps approaching the cubicle door, and then stop. Then a knock
on the door. Harry pulled out of Dougie and they looked at each other,
wondering what the fuck to do. Their hearts were racing, they could feel the
adrenaline pump through them.

"I know you're in there, boys. I saw you both go in." It was Danny's voice.
The boys remained silent, a little relieved that it was Danny and not some
stranger, or worse reporter.

"Open the door, it's important." The boys now looked confused. Danny surely
had some idea what they were doing in there, so what could be so important?
Harry unlocked the door and poked his head out. That's the head on his
shoulders. Not the other one ;-) Obviously.

"Hey," he said, sheepishly, embarrassed at having been caught having sex in
the toilets.

"You filthy little fuckers," Danny grinned. There was something about the
way he said that in his dirty Bolton accent that made it sound so fucking
sexy. Harry just grinned back at Danny, pleased that Danny was taking it in
good humour.

"Can I come in?" asked Danny.

What the fuck?! thought Harry. Why on earth would Danny want to come into a
cubicle he and Dougie were having sex in?? Danny barged his way in anyway.
He looked quite amused at the sight of Dougie, stood there with his pants
down, and Harry still fully clothed but with his cock out of his trousers,
dripping with cum. Harry and Dougie surveyed Danny, who was looking just as
drunk as they were, his hair all scruffy and messed up, his black silk tie
loose around his neck, and one side of his shirt hanging out of his
trousers. In one word, sexy.

"Charlie told me about your little threesomes," Danny said with a grin.

The boys looked shocked. "Charlie's got a big mouth!" exclaimed Dougie.
"Yeah, but that big mouth has its uses," grinned Harry, and Dougie chuckled.

Ignoring their little joke, Danny continued. "He reckons you give the best
blowjobs going," he said to Dougie. "But I think I need to find out for
myself."

Harry and Dougie couldn't believe what they were hearing

"Are you winding us up?" asked Harry.

Danny undid his flies and pulled out his flaccid cock. Then he sat down on
the toilet. "Does it look like I'm winding you up?"

This was the first time either of the boys had seen Danny's cock. It was
certainly bigger than Harry had expected it to be. Well a cock being taken
out of its trousers was little more than an automatic invitation to Dougie,
who immediately got on his knees, put his head in between Danny's open legs
and began sucking him off. Danny gave Harry a cheeky smile, and Harry
grinned back at him. "You dirty little dog."

Dougie's mouth worked its usual wonders, and Danny was hard in no time,
enjoying a drunken suck from his equally drunken bandmate. Harry got on his
knees behind Dougie and started touching his bare arse, groping and
squeezing at the flesh. He slid his hand into his crack, and Dougie moved
back and spread his legs a little to give Harry better access. Soon Harry
had a couple of fingers up Dougie's arse, which was still dripping with his
warm cum.

Danny had the biggest smile on his face, clearly loving Dougie's work. He
ran his fingers encouragingly through Dougie's hair. "Fuck, you're good."

"He swallows too," smiled Harry. "And then licks it clean."

"He likes it all over his face too, doesn't he?"

Harry laughed. "How do you know that?"

"I saw you."

"What? Saw us when?"

"That time Charlie did. Through the kitchen window. You were shooting all
over Dougie's face."

Harry stopped finger-fucking Dougie, trying to take in this revelation. "You
were with Charlie??"

"No, Charlie doesn't know. I was kinda watching him watching you, if you
know what I mean. Shit, I'm so pissed. I wasn't even gonna tell you!" he
laughed.

"You were spying on us!" exclaimed Harry.

Now even Dougie stopped sucking and looked up in disbelief at Danny, who was
enjoying the looks on their faces. What Dougie didn't realise was just how
close to orgasm he'd got Danny before he's stopped sucking. Taking advantage
of the situation, Danny began vigorously wanking himself, and within
seconds, before Dougie realised what was going on, his face became the
target for Danny's shooting cock. Spurt after spurt of hot white cum
splattered his pretty face, some even landing in his hair. He tried to
retreat but Danny tightened his thighs around Dougie's head, locking it in
place, keeping it there, as he continuted spraying his cum over Dougie's
cheeks and nose and lips and chin. Harry just looked on in amusement, as
Dougie struggled to break free, but Danny's grip was just too tight.

It was only when he had finished cumming that he wiped the tip of his cock
over Dougie's lips and then let him go.

"You bastard!" said Dougie, sounding as annoyed as he could, even though he
was secretly quite amused and impressed with Danny.

"Suits you," replied Danny, trying his best to keep from laughing. But
Dougie didn't let up and gave him the coldest, dirtiest look he could
muster. He just didn't realise how sexy that look was on him.

"Awww, poor baby, come here," smiled Harry, putting his lips on Dougie's,
partly to comfort his boyfriend but partly for a taste of Danny's fresh cum.
The boys enjoyed another French kiss, this time with Danny for audience, who
stood up and watched with a smile.

Harry pulled away and looked at his sexy boyfriend with his cum-covered face
and hair. "You're right," he smiled. "It does suit you."

This time, Dougie couldn't help but break into smile, as Harry rubbed the
cum through his hair like gel. The scene from 'There's Something About Mary'
sprang to mind. Harry then proceeded to lick the remaining cum from off
Dougie's face.

"I'm sorry, mate," said Danny, and kissed Dougie on the lips. "Thanks for
the blowjob. It was awesome. You might have to do it again some time."

"I'll think about it," teased Dougie.

"You do that," Danny grinned back, playing along.

"Right, we'd better get out of here," said Harry. "Before someone else comes
in."

All three boys smiled at each other, as they did their trousers up. They
left the cubicle, then one by one, they cautiously slipped out of the toilet
and made their way back back to the party. Poor Dougie though. In all the
drunken excitement, he'd forgotten to wash the cum out of his hair, and
there were still drops on his face which Harry had missed. With a bit of
luck, though, everyone would be too drunk to notice...


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