Date: Tue, 06 Jun 2000 10:40:29 MDT
From: Jay AKA Calguy19 <calguy19@hotmail.com>
Subject: My night with Mytown

My Night with Mytown
By Calguy

AUTHORS NOTE: Hello everyone. Well, I'm diving back into the world of
boy-bands again with this new story. If you haven't read it yet, I highly
recommend you check out Banging B-rok, my first Nifty story and the original
Boy Band story. Also feel free to check out "Jughead Comes Out" and "Up
Dawsons Crack" in Celebs, as well as "Security Blues" in the beginnings
section.
The following is a story about Mytown, a Irish pop group that is just
starting to break into the pop market in North America. Their official
website is www.mytown.ie, so check that out so you can get and idea of what
they are like :) This is however not to imply that any members of mytown are
gay.
Feel free to e-mail me at Calguy19@hotmail.com, find me on AOL IM as
CalguyJC, or on MSN messenger as Calguy19. I like getting comments and
e-mails.
Thanks to Nifty for supporting my work and giving me a way to put my product
out on the net. It only strengthens my writing ability to be able to be
published like this, and to get the feedback I get from the fans. Without
Nifty a lot of young authors wouldn't have a place to publish some really
great work, and who knows, maybe someday a author from here will be
published "Mainstream".
A large portion of this story is true. I'll leave it up to you to figure out
where reality ends and fiction begins :)

J.

Walking through the nearly deserted department store, I followed the
unmistakable sound of thousands of pubescent females screaming. In a matter
of moments I found the center court of the local mall, surrounded by a mass
of 13 year old feminine humanity.

"Christ I feel out of place, why do I bother coming to these things?" I
asked myself as I struggled my way around. When I finally got a good look at
what I had come for, I realized why I kept fighting throngs of teenyboppers
to attend these shows, 4 incredibly cute guys sitting on a stage, 2 with
guitars, singing a acoustic number. Marc Sheehan, Paul Walker, Terry Daly
and Danny O'Donoghue. Yes, this was definitely the reason I was here. I had
only just recently discovered the band, having seen their video "Party all
night." Although very similar to well, every other boy band video ever
aired, the guys struck me as being hot. It wasn't until a few days later
when I saw an interview on TV with them and heard their oh-so-sexy Irish
accents that I began to feel the same lust I get over members of bands like
98 degrees and nsync. I've always been a sucker for accents, although mostly
English and Australian ones, an Irish accent is pretty damn sexy too.
Watching them on the TV I knew that they had the potential to be another new
favorite band. What really amazed me however was when they picked up
instruments and played a song acoustic. I discovered that they wrote and
played their own songs, so now not only was there an attraction, but respect
as well.

	The local radio station announced that mytown would be having a free
concert and autograph session at a local mall, but it took me a few days for
it to click who exactly mytown was. So after getting off of work I hitched a
ride with a co-worker to the nearby train station and took it to the mall. I
was 10 minutes late to the show, but it had evidently just started. I
wandered around checking out the crowd and the show. I went up to the second
level and got some snapshots of the four of them, then got closer and took
some better shots. They were obviously enjoying themselves, running out to
the barricades and shaking hands and getting people to sing along. One of
the more interesting highlights, one bopper threw her bra at the stage, and
it hit Terry right in the face. After the song ended he paused with a goofy
grin on his face.

"Excuse me. What is this?" he asked the screaming crowd.
"Don't worry mate, it's just a headband!" Paul said, grabbing it and
wrapping it around his head, eliciting laughter from the crowd. The guys
slowed it down and picked up the guitars again. When I listened to their
four voices harmonize together in such beautiful lyrics that they wrote, I
melted too.

"I see the heavens open
A heart that once was broken
Is holding nothing back
Now that I found you
You hold me like a prayer
You touch me everywhere
A lifetime just ain't enough
To love you true
Now that I've found you"

Finally the boys ended off the show and left the stage, chased by a pack of
girls who were stopped by security. I had no idea where the line up for the
autograph session began so I followed the group until I came to the line...
nearly the end of it. Sighing I resigned myself to a long, and considering
the company, irritating wait.

After another ten minutes the band reappeared and sat down to begin signing
autographs. First they signed for the "VIP" audience who had one passes
through the radio station, then those of us who were in line. All around me
young females squealed in delight when a band member would wave, or the line
moved, or a breeze swept through the mall. They get excited about everything
it seems. It literally took forever to get anywhere, and being taller then
everyone (and thus feeling yet even more out of place, sigh) I could see
why. The band hugged every single girl. All of them. Each girl got four
hugs, and after they started doing it, everyone wanted one. It took an hour
and a half to get anywhere close to the band, and I was seriously
considering just packing it in. Knowing my luck, they'd cut off the line
anyway right before I got up there. Finally I got up to the main fence,
where a promo guy promised us that everyone would get an autograph.

So after an eternity, there I was, standing on the stage waiting to walk
over and get signatures on my postcard to make it all worthwhile. The
security guard waiting there looked at me funny.

"Quiet, I've heard it all before and it's a long story." I said, knowing
before he opened his mouth that he was going to ask what I was doing here.

"It's cool, just don't ask them for a hug." He said smiling.

"Well, everyone else is getting them, that's why it's taking so long."

"They aren't supposed to do that. Their manager's here and is getting
pissed, they were supposed to be out of here forty-five minutes ago."

"Yeah well, at least everyone gets a autograph, that's pretty cool of them."
With that he let me go to the table. There they were, four very cute young
guys all grinning at me. As usual, I suddenly lost the ability to form
sentences. I guess in a way I am exactly like the girls I so love to target,
minus the screaming and crying. I just smiled as I made eye contact with
Paul.

"Hey buddy, how ya doin?" he asked, eyeing me curiously.

"I'm pretty good." I said, finding my voice as he scrawled on my postcard.
He smiled at me and passed it on to Marc.

"Hey man, how are you?" I was asked again... ahh accents.

"I'm good. Yourself?"

"Eh, pretty good." He said, adding more ink to the card. Then suddenly I'm
in front of Danny, who had also added a kiss on the cheek to his hugging
routine. I got neither. Just a signature and a smile. Finally, I was in
front of Terry, the one who had first captured my fancy. He looked to me
kind of like the actor who plays Xander on Buffy, and he had been acting
goofy during the entire show/autograph session.

"Fuck it" I decided. "When do I get chances like this?" I smiled at him as
he grinned at me and signed my card. "Ya know, everyone else has gotten one,
can I have a hug?" I asked. If I had blinked I would have missed it, he was
up and around the table so fast. As some people laughed and the girls
screeched, he wrapped his arms around me and gave me a big, strong hug. I
hugged him back and patted him on the back, enjoying and savoring every
second, and fighting off the sudden urge from my groin to sprout an
erection.

"There ya go buddy." He said to me quietly, surprisingly not letting go.

"Thanks." I replied.

"Stick around for a bit, will ye, I'd like to talk to you after we get done
with this crap." He whispered before pulling away. I just stared at him, in
shock. He smiled at me, his eyes pleading for an answer. I nodded then
turned and bowed to the applauding females before exiting stage left.
Suddenly I was losing the battle to hold back my hard on. Then I was gone,
off to the side as another crying female took my place. I just stood
watching as they wrapped up the last few dozen autographs. Every couple of
minutes, Terry would look over, see me standing there, and smile. Finally
they were done, and security surrounded them as they prepared to exit. I saw
Terry say something to one of his entourage, who looked at him funny, then
spoke into a radio. Then they made a bolt for the back of the mall, as girls
screamed and chased them. I just watched, amused. Then I felt a hand on my
shoulder. I looked up at a big security guard.

"I've been asked to take you outside through the back, Terry wants to talk
to you apparently. Can you come with me??" he asked. I just nodded and
suddenly I was the one with security around my, pushing my way past the
girls, which was a odd feeling. Then I was in a hallway. "Go down there,
turn left at the end of the hall, and go out the fire exit." He said, before
turning back to crowd control. My heart beating a mile a minute. The
corridor seemed endless until finally I was out a door and in the cool
spring night. There was a van idling at the sidewalk, and the door slid
open, showing Paul's adorable face.

"Hurry up mate, get in before we get mobbed." He called, ushering me in.
Without even thinking about what I was doing, I dove in, the door slammed,
and we were gone. There I was, sitting there surrounded by four incredibly
cute Irish lads. What followed was a few moments of awkward silence, as I
digested the fact that I was actually there. Finally I found a voice.

"Hi." Ok, so it wasn't much of a voice, and it came out a little squeaky,
but hey, it was a start.

"Hi." 4 Irish voices said together. Again that damn awkward silence. I
couldn't really think of anything else to say past that. Finally Paul spoke,
his gorgeous deep blue eyes sparkling. "How ye doin bud?"

"I think I'm in some kind of shock to be honest." I said, cracking a smile.
Laughter filled the van and the ice was broken.

"Well, I think you know our names, what's yers?" Terry asked.

"Oh, shit, sorry. I'm Mike." I shook all their hands, and finally began to
get comfortable. We chatted for a few minutes, before I finally asked the
question that had been plaguing me since I before I got in the van. I turned
to Terry. "Why am I here?" I asked. The guys looked at each other before
Terry spoke.

"Well, we get so many girls at these things, it was a nice surprise to have
a guy come out to see us, let alone have the guts to do what you did."

"What, the hug? It was nothing. Everyone else was getting one, so I figured
I deserved one.

"Yeah well, it still took balls. Not many people would ask for that. I
figured, `Hey, this bloke is cool.', so I took a chance and asked ye to
stick around. I figured since were here tonight we could use someone to show
us around. Seeing as most of the people there were 12 year old girls, you
were about the only candidate. So I asked."

"That and yer cute." I heard a voice mutter under their breath. My head
immediately jerked around, trying to figure out who exactly had said that.
Awkward silence... I thought we had broken that.

"Alright, my turn to ask a question... which one of you is gay?" I asked
straightforwardly. They all looked at each other, then Terry, grinning
sheepishly, raised his hand...followed by Paul. I did a double-take. "Both of
you?!?!?!" I exclaimed, only to turn and see Marc with his arm in mid raise.
"3 of you?!?!?!" I turned and looked expectantly at Danny, who looked
suddenly out of place, staring at the ground. He looked up and saw my
expression.

"Me?! Oh shit, no way man. These dumbasses are, but I ended up being the
straight one."
"Which explains why he's the least talented!" Paul joked. Danny gave him a
dirty look and flipped him the bird. "Sod off."

"So 3 of you are gay, man.."

"Well, there's more to this." Marc said. "Paul and I are a couple, we've
been together for, god, how long now?"

"Two years babe." Paul said, taking his lovers hand in his.

"Wow.. why are you telling me this? You hardly know me, not that I would,
but your giving me an awful lot of information here that one could attempt
to use against you."

"Fuck, we don't care. We've been out for years before we got signed to a
record contract, everyone knows us back in the bars in Dublin, it's only a
matter of time before we are ready to officially announce that 3 members of
the band are gay. We're just gonna see how the album sales go first."

"Aren't you afraid that being a openly gay pop band will be detrimental to
your careers?" I asked, surprised. I knew that there had to be gay boy-band
members, but none of them had come out, and I figured it would be because it
would be detrimental.

"Have you heard of Boyzone?" Terry asked.

"A bit. I think I saw them on the Brit awards or something, why?"

"Well, they are huge in Europe. One of their main singers, Stephen Gately is
openly gay, and they are still huge."

"Yeah but Europe is a lot more open to the whole alternative lifestyles
thing then we are in North America. Look at Queer as Folk, I've seen it, and
it would be banned so quickly here it's not even funny."

"Well, We'll see what happens. What's the sense in writing our own songs and
putting ourselves out as real people and not a studio creation if we can't
be completely honest?" There was silence as I digested that, before finally
just saying "Wow."

"So what do you think?"

"I'm stunned I guess. I thought it was so cool that you guys wrote your own
songs and stuff, and to find out you guys are so honest about who you are,
it's incredibly respectable."

"So on that note, what is there to do in this town?" Terry asked me.

"Well, we could go to the gay bar, but.."

"Great, let's do it!!!" chimed in Paul.

"Well, um, er.."

"Hey, were still relatively anonymous when we aren't surrounded by 12 year
old girls, I think we should enjoy it while we can. When we play the big
arena this summer we may not be able to do it again."

"Big arena?"

"Yeah." Danny said, speaking for the first time in a long time. "We're
touring this summer, opening for Christina Aguillera. So we will be back."

"wow, cool. Well, ok, let's go then!"

"Is that ok with you Danny?" Terry asked.

"Sure guys. Why not. Let's have some fun." So it was set. After quick stop
off at their hotel for them to change, and a stop at my place for me to get
dressed, we were off. We went to a nice restaurant, where despite my
protests, the boys bought me dinner, and we got to know each other a bit
more.

"So, you have a boyfriend?" Terry asked between mouthfuls of seafood.

"Nope, my last relationship ended a couple of months ago, and I haven't been
actively looking. I guess I've gotten tired of gay people. I'm so sick of
attitude and the games. So I just kind of keep to myself these days. Tonight
will be the first time I'll have been out in a long time."

"Well, if you don't want to go,  we don't have to." Terry said.

"Nah, it'll be fun. Plus I'll have really cool bar friends with me, I'm sure
you guys can make the night fun. Since it's a Wednesday Night, it won't be
too packed." We chatted a bit more, about their lives growing up in Ireland,
and my life growing up in Canada. There were a lot of similarities, despite
being across the ocean from each other, the 5 of us had a lot in common.
Terry, Paul and Marc had met in 1996 at the Digges Lane Performing arts
school in Dublin, and all had a lot of history.

"Terry was a graphics design student, Marc was pretty established as a
choreographer, and I'd been in a bunch of Irish TV and film, so we all had
pretty solid backgrounds. When we added Danny here things just sort of
clicked. It's been a interesting ride, but it's been worth it." Paul said,
smiling at Marc next to him. They continued on to tell me how they had sung
for Boys to Men, and that had helped there careers, and how that had also
lead to Teddy Riley of Blackstreet producing a couple of tracks on their
upcoming album. I also learned a bit more about Paul and Marc's
relationship.

"Well, when I met him 4 years ago I was instantly attracted to him, but he
had a boyfriend at the time." Paul said of Marc.

"Then by the time that relationship ended, Paul was seeing someone. So even
though I thought maybe I had a thing for him, he was unavailable, and I
couldn't tell him how I felt." Marc chimed in.

"So I dated this bloke for over a year, the whole time thinking how I wish
Marc was the guy I was dating. But I didn't think that Marc liked me the way
I liked him. It was a real jocker.."

"I'm sorry?" I asked.

"Eh, you'll learn our slang I'm sure. Jocker means a big mess. So my
preoccupation with Marc was detrimental to my relationship with this Patrick
guy I was seeing, and we ended up breaking up. It was then that Marc and I
finally sat down and talked about what was going on in our lives, and ended
up admitting our feelings towards each other. We've been together ever
since." Paul finished, placing his hand over Marc's on the table.

"And what about you?" I asked, turning to Terry.

"I just sleep with them behind the others back." He said, bringing on a fit
of laughter from the group. "I've been single for awhile, it's hard with all
our recording and touring and promotional work to find time to see anyone.
Unfortunately Danny still is going through his little hetero stage, so my
choices of band members to date are out, I just have to wait till he finally
admits he's a little homo like the rest of us, then I can finally boink him
like I've been wanting to for the last 4 years." Terry grinned at Danny and
winked at him.

"Oh sod off, ye eejit" Danny said, rolling his eyes.

"Well boys, I think it's time. Let's split." Terry said, getting unanimous
approval. After paying the bill, we piled into the limo the boys had rented
("If we're goin out, we're goin out in style" Terry had said) and headed to
the local gay club. There was a small line up inside that we could see, and
the limo pulling up raised a lot of eyebrows. We piled out on the sidewalk
and the limo departed, to pick us up when we phoned him. I was a member to
the club, but the boys had to sign in. I had to struggle to keep a straight
face when I saw the names they signed in as. Terry started, being Patty
O'Lantern, Followed by Danny as IP Freely, Paul as Patrick Fitzmichael and
Marc as Michael Fitzpatrick.  Then we were in the club, which was still
rather busy, but not packed like it would be on a weekend. We ordered a
round of drinks, again paid for by Terry, who insisted I would pay for
nothing that night. "Your showing us a good time mate, it's my pleasure. I'm
sure you can make it up to me later." He said grinning, before heading to
join the other 3 on the dance floor. I just stood there stunned, trying to
figure out exactly what he meant by that comment, and if it meant what I
hoped it meant.

We danced for about 20 minutes, until the DJ reminded the crowd that they
needed contestants for amateur strip, starting in 5 minutes.

"What's that?" Marc asked.

"I forgot about that. Wednesday Nights they have a amateur strip contest.
People take off their clothes and the winner gets 100 bucks. It's usually
won by some straight boy though.

"Do they strip all the way?"

"Sometimes. Usually it's just to their boxers, maybe give us a look at their
ass. Depends on what other strippers have done, the crowd reaction, and how
modest they are."

"Interesting." Marc said, a suspicious gleam in his eye. I couldn't ask him
about it, as we were grabbed by Terry and Paul and sat down to watch the
show. The show started with the drag queen hostess doing a number, tonight
it was some dance song I recognized but didn't know the artist. She then
announced that there were 2 contestants, and brought out the first one.. who
had no business being on stage. He was just completely unattractive and
very, very drunk. Marc and Paul made a big show of covering each other's
eyes, and when the guy took his boxers off, Terry and I screamed and grabbed
each other, burying our faces in each others necks... and man did he smell
good. Poor Danny had no one to protect him, and just stared at the ceiling,
looking uncomfortable. Finally he went backstage, and the crowd breathed a
sigh of relief. Contestant #2 was very cute, no rhythm what so ever, but
cute none the less... He stripped to his boxers, then got shy and went in
back.

"Well, there's your two contestants. Do we have any challengers?" The
hostess asked. She made a few jokes to kill time, and tried to convince some
people to go on stage and strip. Finally she gave up. "All right then, let's
bring out your two contestants." She looked in back, then turned around with
this look of pure joy on her face. "We have another challenger!" she cried
out, to cheers. "Man, This is going to be nice." At that exact moment I
looked over at Paul.

"Paul, um, where's Marc?" I asked, noting the empty space Marc had been
occupying moments before.

"I dunno, he must have gone to get a drink or something" he replied, as
Five's "When the lights go out" exploded out over the speakers... and out
danced Marc.

"OH MY GOD!!!" 4 voices, 3 with Irish accents cried out in shocked unison.
Marc noticed, smiled and waved, then proceeded to dance circles around the
two previous challengers. After the initial shock was overcome, the laughter
started. There were tears streaming down the faces of the other three, and
between gasps of air, Terry said to me "God, management's going to ave is
hide."

"Who cares?!" Danny responded. "This is deadly!" The laughter stopped
though, when Marc's shirt hit the floor.. as did my jaw.

"I hate you Paul!" I yelled at him. Marc had a perfect upper body, 6-pack
abs, a perfectly developed chest. My dick started to poke at the inside of
my pant leg.

"You should see what else he has." Paul said, grinning proudly. Soon Marc
was dancing around in just his underwear. There was a very obvious, very
large outline in his boxers. He pointed to his boxers, the place went nuts,
and I screamed myself hoarse. He teased pulling them down, then pulled them
back up, just giving a glimpse of pubic hair. He smiled, danced over in
front of me, and pulled up the leg of his boxers a bit, revealing the head
of his enormous cock. Then he dropped it again, touched my cheek, and danced
his way backstage. I just sat there, staring at the place where he had been.

"I hate you Paul!" I yelled again. He grinned and leaned over.

"Now ye know why I'm the top." He said, patting my leg and sitting back
down. There weren't any other contestants, I think it would have been hard
to top Marc, (no pun intended) and it was no big surprise that Marc won,
especially with the huge ovation he got from the crowd. He whispered
something into the drag queens ear, and her eyes opened wide as she handed
him the mike.

"Thankyou so much." Marc said, grinning. "That was fun. But what I'm going
to do with this 100 dollars, I'm going to give it to Izabella here, and have
her donate it to her favorite charity." He said, handing the stunned Queen
the money back. He then headed backstage.

"I love a man with a accent." Izabella said. "Especially a generous one!"
With that she tucked the bills into her bra, told us all to play and drive
safe, and headed backstage. We were waiting and the moment Marc came out
with his shirt over his arm, we jumped him.

"You ass! What the hell was that! I can't believe you just did that! Man, if
management finds out yer a dead man." All came out of 3 mouths at varying
times.

"What?" Marc said, blinking. "Someone had to save the night." Shaking our
heads, we went to the bar and ordered drinks. We were joined by the drag
hostess, who thanked Marc for his charity and said she would donate the cash
to a local aids hospice, which Marc was all for. Then to top it off, he gave
her another hundred.

"What's this for?"

"Something from us. I don't have any more cash on me, but if it's going to a
good cause..." he said, smiling.

"Thanks." She said, stunned. She kissed him on the cheek, then headed off.
We danced for a little while, and then Terry pulled me aside.

"Listen Mike, can I ask you something?" He said.

"Anything."

"Well, I'm just wondering where this is leading?"

"I'm not sure."

"Well, I really like you. Like you as in, you know, like you. But I don't
want to take anything for granted or assume anything, cuz you might not be
interested or some..." I cut him off, placing my finger to his lips. I leaned
forward and gently brushed his lips with mine.

"Feelings mutual." I said, smiling.

"Wow. Cool." Was all he could say. I leaned forward again and we kissed a
bit more passionately now, our tongues probing each other... which we broke
off when a resounding 3-person cheer erupted behind us. Both turning bright
shades of crimson, we saw the other 3 smiling.

"I think these two are about right to leg off,  eh?" Paul asked.

"Yeah, I think so. Let's split." Terry said, taking my hand. We called up
the limo outside and he was there minutes later, whisking us off to the
hotel, for a night that was sure to fulfill some of my wildest fantasies.

Paul, Marc Terry and I were all sitting in Terry's room, talking. Danny had
begged off for the rest of the evening, claiming he was tired and wished to
head off to bed. This left the four of us sitting on Terry's bed. I was
sitting between Terry's legs, my head against his chest and his arms around
me. Marc was recreating the exact same position on Paul, and we just sat
there, talking comfortably. Although I noticed the warm, hard thing poking
into my back, I managed to ignore it, just relaxing and feeling incredibly
relaxed considering the company, and the possibility of the events still to
come.

"So where do you guys go from here?" I asked, resting my head.

"We're headed back to Ireland, then to the US for a bit of promotion as
well." Marc replied. "We'll be back touring Canada as one of the openers for
Christina Aguillera in the summer, and then doing some festivals and stuff
in Europe. We just want to get this album out and heard. Then we go back
into the Studio in the fall to begin work on the follow up."

"Wow, you guys really do live a crazy life." I said, Marveling. "I've always
thought that stars lives this amazing life, but it really is a lot of hard
work."

"Well Don't get me wrong, we wouldn't give this up for anything. But it's
not easy." Paul replied.

"Especially to meet people." Terry added on, gently running one finger along
my stomach as he kissed the back of my neck. I leaned back into him and he
gently nibbled my neck, eliciting a soft moan from me.

"Well Marc, I think it's time we headed off." Marc said, disengaging himself
from his lovers grasp and slipping off the bed.

"No guys. Stay." Terry replied, smiling.

"You sure?" Paul asked. I was kind of disappointed at this suggestion. I
wanted to get Terry alone and find out what was beneath that cloth prison
and pressing so urgently into my backside. But what Terry said next changed
my mind.

"Sure, you can join in."  My eyes grew wide and I turned and looked at Marc
stunned. "That is, of course, if it's ok with you?" He asked. I couldn't
speak for a few moments. A 3-some with mytown? Man, this was beyond my
wildest fantasies.

"Uhhh. Sure. Ok." I replied.

"Well then, I guess we should get things started before we all fall asleep."
Paul joked.

"Well, why don't you guys start, and we'll watch." Terry suggested. I nodded
enthusiastically in agreement.

"Aight." Paul replied. Marc already had his shirt off and was unbuckling his
pants. Paul pulled him forward and engaged him in a slow, passionate kiss,
running his hands over Marc's muscular body. Marc reached forward and
untucked Paul's shirt and pulled it over his head. Paul's body too was
gorgeous. He was really muscular and well developed. My cock was raging by
this time, which Terry must of noticed since he began to gently brush it
with his hand through the fabric while sucking on my ear. I groaned
approvingly while  Marc slowly pushed Paul back.. until his head gently
rested on my thigh. Marc went to work on Paul's pants unbuckling them and
sliding them down. Paul was wearing a tight pair of dark navy blue
boxer-briefs, which clung to his crotch like a glove. Marc began to lick the
outline of Paul's hard cock that was bulging through the material. His
shorts were already moist from his precum. Finally the shorts slid to the
floor, and there it stood for all of us too see. A nice, 7 inch, thick uncut
slab of Irish meat. I just stared in awe, still unable to comprehend that
here I was, lying on a bed with one member of Mytown's dick pressing into my
back while two others were getting it on right in front of me.

Marc grinned up at me while slowly jacking Paul.

"Ye like it?" he asked.

"It's gorgeous." I replied, unable to take my eyes off the hypnotic up and
down motion of Marc's hand.

"Thanks" Paul said, smiling up at me. My dick was throbbing pretty angrily
in my pants, and it strained even harder as Marc finally opened his mouth
and swallowed his lovers cock. He bobbed up and down while Paul writhed
around, his head rubbing against my cock, the fabric and friction along with
Terry kissing the back of my neck sending me into the throes of ecstasy. If
things kept up like this I was gonna blow my load before my cock even got
out in the open. Terry seemed to sense this as he shuffled back and has me
sit up more. He turned me around so I was sitting on his crotch and leaned
forward, his lips tenderly pressing against mine.  His tongue probed it's
way into my mouth and we made out passionately as he struggled to untuck my
shirt. We paused long enough for him to pull my shirt up over my head.

"You've got an amazin bod Mike." He said grinning, before latching onto my
left nipple. I moaned loudly, and it was sort of stereo since Paul groaned
at the same time. I desperately wanted to see Terry shirtless. I unbuttoned
his top and slid it backwards, leaning forward to kiss him again. We ground
our crotches together as we made out. Finally we separated and Terry had me
lie down next to Paul. In moments my pants and shorts were on the floor. My
dick was very similar to Paul's but a little thinner and lacking the
foreskin. Paul looks down at our two cocks, side by side, then whispers in
my ear.

"Nice cock." I can't even respond because at that moment Terry is working
his magic on my cock with his mouth. I suppress a groan as he expertly works
his lips and tongue around my dripping head. I turn my head and am greeted
by a half-sloppy kiss by Paul. So there I was, making out with one hot
Mytown boy, well two others sucked our cocks. Never in my wildest fantasies
had anything like this existed, now here it was in reality. Terry worked
over my balls and got them really moist, before moving back to my cock.

Moments later we switched. I'd already seen Marc's giant dick. It looked
even more impressive, easily 10 inches, so thick I couldn't get my hands
around it (and trust me, I tried) and the head was a deep red poking out of
the foreskin. Terry was very nice too. Also uncut like a typical European,
he was about 7 and a half inches long and about medium thickness, with a
narrow head. Eager to taste my little rock star I began to suck eagerly at
the head, swallowing his sweet sticky precum. I was urged on by his groan of
satisfaction as he gently pushed my head up and down on his cock.  I looked
over and saw Paul licking up and down on Marc's giant dick.

"I'd love to get a part of that." I said

"Go right ahead" Paul replied, backing off. I gently set Terry's dripping
dick on his stomach a and switched with Paul. The task ahead of me seemed
even more daunting up close.  It was by far the largest, thickest cock I had
ever seen, and I wasn't really sure where to begin. I took the thick head in
my mouth and started to slowly lower my mouth over it

"Yeah, that's it, just like that." Marc moaned as I worked my tongue around
the head, sticking my tongue underneath the foreskin. I slid more of his
cock down my throat and he seemed amazed by how far I could go. I have no
gag reflex. I bobbed up and down for a bit before he pulled me off.

"Christ your good. Stop, or I'll cum."

"Alright." I said. Terry was then there and making out with me again.

"Can I fuck you?" he whispered in my ear.

"I can't think of anything I'd rather have you do." I replied, kissing him.

"I have an idea" Paul said. His suggestion was awesome and we all agreed.
Paul got at the head of the bed, and Marc laid on his back. Paul lubed
himself up and put on a condom, then gently applied pressure to his lover.
It didn't take long for him to be fully entered as Marc was very used to
being screwed by his boyfriend. I got on all fours above Marc in a 69
position. I felt cold lube against my hole, then warmth as Terry's cock
pressed against my hole. I braced myself, as it had been awhile since I had
been fucked. However my ass opened for him easily and he slid himself in
with only mild discomfort to me. Soon our little foursome was in full swing.
Marc and I 69'ing as our lovers plowed us. It was kind of awkward at first
to get a rhythm going, what with the force of us getting fucked while trying
to maintain oral sex. Especially with the size of Marc's massive tool.
However our clumsy sucking was intensified by the hot fuck we were getting.
All of us had broken out in a sweat, and Terry kept leaning over me for some
reason. I realized soon that he and Paul were making out above us. All of
this intensity was building up inside me and I knew soon I wouldn't be able
to take it anymore. Before I gave out however, Marc did. With a audible pop
my cock slid out of his mouth and he cried out.

"Arrgh. I'm cummin!" I sucked harder and it came in volleys. Shot after shot
of sweet juice coated my mouth as Marc bucked and trashed around, his
massive cock pulsating with each shot. I couldn't take anywhere near all of
it, and ended up having to jerk the last few shots onto my neck and chin. I
felt Marc's mouth back on my cock moments after he was done, and he seemed
determined to get me off. Terry's pounding became more frantic and fast as
he slammed into me approaching his own orgasm. I couldn't take it anymore
and shot for what seemed like a eternity into, onto and around Marc's head.
Suddenly my ass felt empty and I heard Terry groan behind me as he splashed
his warm seed across my back. I looked up just as Paul pulled his cock out
of Marc's ass and ripped the condom off.

"Co'mon mate, finish me off. I gotta cum bad." He pleaded. More then happy
to oblige I took the head of his cock in my mouth and jerked him off. It
took only a few shots before his entire body stiffened and he was adding his
cum to the lingering taste of his lovers from moments before. Finally spent
we all collapsed.

After awhile of just laying there I went and took a quick shower to wash the
cum off. Terry joined me rather quickly, and soon had my cock in his mouth.
As the hot water poured down on us, I came again, all over his face, which I
then gently washed off. By the time we got back to the room, Marc and Paul
were asleep in each others arms. Terry and I crawled into the other bed and
we spooned together, his soft dick pressing limply into my ass. We held each
other until we drifted off to sleep.

The next morning was gone all to quickly. No time for sex, just a quick
breakfast and then the guys were packing up, ready to continue on.

"Thanks for everything" I said, savoring every last kiss as Terry backed me
against the doorway.

"Trust me, the pleasure was ours." He said, grinning. That was it. Then he
was gone. He had my phone number. I had his e-mail address and we swore we
would keep in touch. Somehow I doubted it. But I knew that he would be back
in a few months opening for Christina Aguillera. He promised he'd see me
then. I'm counting the days.

The End.