Date: Tue, 22 Aug 2000 04:15:24 -0700 (PDT)
From: Jonathan Andrew Ybanez <j_andrew_andy@yahoo.com>
Subject: initial installment of simply words

	This story is a simple fantasy of mine with boy band
BOYZONE MEMBER, STEPHEN GATELY.  The story is entirely
fictitious and is wholly made up.  Except for the
concert in Cebu Coliseum, all the events didn't
happen.  Though STEPHEN GATELY had already came out
June of 1999, this part of the whole composition has
already existed long before his confirmation of his
homosexuality.

	If you are a minor, you know the rule.  Please don't
read this and find something more suitable for you
age. If you're a bigot who just wandered here by
mistake, you are allowed to stay.  I would like to
request you, however, to please keep an open mind.

	I always hope that this fantasy of mine would become
a reality but until then... well.  This is a first try
for me so I would gladly receive any constructive
criticism about this story.  My e-mail is
j_andrew_andy@yahoo.com and if another fan of Boyzone
is reading this short story, could you provide me with
MR. STEPHEN GATELY'S e-mail address?  Thanks, I would
greatly appreciate it!

	Read on and enjoy!


SIMPLY WORDS

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C h a p t e r   1
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	It all happened so innocently enough, as if the fates
willed it to happen.  I was going home from the local
university with a friend.  I was hitching a ride with
my best friend Mike.  He had parked his car at the
Cebu Coliseum, where the Boyzone were currently
performing.

	"Hey, Mike, are you going to watch the Boyzone
Concert?"  I asked.

	"Wanted to, Andy, but no more time.  The concert had
long started," Mike pointed out "And look the concert
is almost over."

	"Since, its almost over let's stay out here and wait
for a while."  I suggested.

	Secretly, I wanted to have a glimpse of the group,
especially Stephen Gately.  Boy, does he have the
cutest face.  There were rumors surrounding his
sexuality, people has been talking that he is gay.  I
always shrugged it off, though I privately, how I
wished it was true.

	"As long you want to, I mean, after all, I'm just
riding with you."  I added.

	"Sure, I've got no problem."  He looked at me in a
funny way, as if he was reading my mind.  "You sure
liked this group, don't you."

	"Yeah, I liked their music."  I narrowed my eyes,
returning his strange gaze.  "Why you do you asked?"

	"Nothing... just nothing."  He smiled as he
declared... such a mysterious smile...

	I beginning to suspect that he knows about my secret
obsession for the Boys, especially for Stephen Gately.
 There are a million Boyzone posters and a thousand
Stephen Gately Solo pictures posted on the walls of my
room.  My obsession for this guy stemmed from his
youthful looks and his shy personality.  Though he
especially gives his all during their concert, Stephen
is said to an introvert, a deep thinking individual...
certainly my type of person.

	As Mike and I continued our chat, somebody shouted,
"They're coming out.  Let's go to the back stage
entrance."

	Hurriedly, I ran to the back stage.  I didn't care if
people were staring at me or if I left Mike at the
parking area, I had to see him... I had to see
Stephen.  I rushed and plunged into the mob.  I clawed
my way in up to the front.  I need to see Stephen
Gately, I have to see him,... even just a glimpse of
him.

	When the boy group finally came out of the backstage
door, the already untamed crowd behind me went
savagely feral and started to push forward.  I stood
on my ground, hoping not to give way, hoping to at
least stay put,... until I see Stephen, that is.
Unfortunately the mob was so strong that I couldn't
hold on.  Just as the boys came out, the crowd rushed
in.  I fell and landed on someone.

	"Ohhh,..."  Somebody groaned in pain.

	"Ouch..."  I moaned, rubbing my shoulder.  "Hey, I'm
so sorry.  Are you hurt?"

	"Just my pride..." He joked. "Are you okay."

	I stood up and began brushing out the dirt off my
shirt.  "No, I... I, ai, yai, YAI!!!..."  I gasped.  I
landed on top on of him.  I shrieked.  "STEPHEN
GATELY!!!"

	"So are you okay?"  he asked me again  "Hey, do you
feel okay?"

	"Stephen, let's go!"

	"Sorry I have to go now."  He told me, concerned.  "I
hope you're not hurt."

	Then, he had gone to their bus.  I was left standing
in a catatonic state, contemplating what just
happened, what I had done and what I should have done.
 Sure, it was one of my greatest fantasies to be on
top of him or, even just, under him, but this is
ridiculous, ARGGGGG!!!!

	When the crowd had left the spot to chase the Boys, I
finally regained my composure and started to walk away
from the backstage entrance.  Then, as I walked back
towards Mike's car, I stepped on something, I looked
down and saw something brown, about the size of
videocassette tape.  I picked it up and realized it
was a leather binder.  I opened and examined it
carefully and realized that it contained a passport...
I studied it carefully then realizing whom it belonged
to, I exclaimed.  "STEPHEN GATELY'S PASSPORT!!!"

	The fates must have been smiling.  I couldn't believe
my luck.  My heart was racing and my thoughts were
running a million miles per second.  Should I keep it,
after all, this is a Stephen Gately memorabilia.
Gingerly, I put it in my backpack and slowly returned
to the car.  Throughout the ride home, I was in deep
though!  I barely said a word.  Mike must have noticed
something had happen.  "Anything wrong?"

	I didn't hear him.  "YO! ANDY!"  He called out as he
flashed his palm across my face.  "ANDY!!!  Yo! Man
can you hear me?  I said if there was any problem?"

	"No. Nothing."  I answered without any emotion.  "Not
a thing.  Nada."

	"If you say so..."  He answered.  He carefully looked
at me, then triumphantly declared.  "You didn't see
them, did you!"

	"Guess again!"  I answered.

	"You've caught a glimpse of them?  So why so glum?"
He looked at me.  "You saw the Boys and you're acting
as if somebody died."

	"I saw them alright."  I told him "But I made an
entire fool of myself in the process.  I fell on top
of Stephen Gately.  And, if that wasn't a huge
embarrassment, I got tongue-tied when he talked to me.
 He must have thought me as a total idiot!"

	"Hey, don't worry!  All fans are like that."  He told
me as he patted my back.  As he slowed down on a
curve, Mike informed me.  He told me as he slowed down
to a corner.  "Your ride is up to here only.  You're
home, Andy."

	"Thanks for everything." I said as I went out of the
car.  "Talk you later."

	"Sure, call me anytime!"

	Later that night, as I was watching the evening news,
I saw the Boys making a public announcement.  "Yes, I
would like to call to the person who found my
passport, please return it to me.  I desperately need
it tomorrow."  Stephen said.  "If you ever find my
passport, please go to the Cebu Plaza Hotel or contact
me at telephone number 255-6458."

	Should I return the passport or not.  This was
Stephen Gately's passport, this could be the only
connection I have with Stephen.  On the other hand,
the poor guy can't leave the country.  This is indeed
a big moral dilemma.


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	The next morning, I guess my conscience got the
better of me... and I also guess this would be the
only way I could introduce myself to Stephen.  I
quickly got out of bed and took a bath.  I didn't even
eat breakfast.  I had to go.  "Okay where's that
leather binder."  I said searching for Stephen's
passport.  Finding it on the glass cabinet, I
exclaimed.  "There it is!"

	"Andy, had you eaten your breakfast?"  My mother
inquired as she slowly descended down from the wooden
stairs.  When she finally reached the ground floor,
she saw me getting ready to leave.  "Andy, where are
you going?"

	"Good morning, mom."  I said as I headed for the
front door.  "I have to go somewhere, returning
something.  Expect me after lunch.  And no breakfast
for me, I am already late."

	I gave her a kiss on the cheek and left.  She
followed me out of the house and said.  "Come back
before lunch."

	"Can't promise..."  I said as I hurriedly got into my
car.  "But I'll try."

	I drove off and went directly to the Hotel, where
Boyzone was staying.  Though the hotel was relatively
near my house, the drive seems to take hours.  When I
finally reached the hotel, another mob was forming at
the front door.  Again, I had to claw my in.  When I
finally reached the front door, the guards stopped me.

	Thinking that I was just another fan trying to get
in, one of the security personnel asked.  "Where do
you think you're going."

	"I'm here to return Stephen Gately's Passport."  I
replied.

	"You're here to return his passport?"  the guard
answered in irritation.  "Well, get in line, pal.
Everyone here claims to have Mr. Gately's passport."

	"But I'm telling the truth."  I said as I reached
inside my bag to retrieve my evidence.  "Here's his
passport."

	The guard took the passport and examined it
carefully.  As he motioned me to go inside the hotel,
I overheard him saying to the crowd. "Those who claim
to have Mr. Gately's passport, you can all go home
now."

	I entered the hotel and went directly to the front
desk.  "Good morning, sir.  My name is Shirley and how
may I help you?"  The female receptionist smile.

	"Yes. Good morning, Shirley ."  I smiled as I
replied. "Well, I'm here to return Mr. Stephen
Gately's passport."

	"Yes, sir."  She answered.  "I'll inform Mr. Gately.
Who shall I say is calling."

	"Please tell him that Andrew Tan is here to return
his passport."  I answered

	"Hello, good morning.  May I speak with Mr. Stephen
Gately please...   Thank you...  Hello, good morning
Mr. Gately,.. this is Shirley from front desk, there
is a Mr. Andrew Tan to see you... Yes, he's here to
return your passport...  You'll be sending down one of
your staffs... Yes, sir, I'll tell him that... Thank
you and good day to you too, Mr. Gately."  Shirley
said and turned to me.  "Mr. Tan, he'll be sending
someone over to get you.  You can sit there in the
lobby while you wait."

	I thanked Shirley and went over to one of the
couches.  My heart was thumping so fast that I
wondered if it would burst.  I can barely hide my
excitement and nervousness.  I was asking myself if
this was really sane.  I could see Stephen in person
and tell him my feelings or I could just give his
assistant the passport and run away like hell.

	Suddenly, a tall man in a gray suit was standing in
front of me.  "Mr. Tan, I presume..." The man said.

	"Yes, I am Andrew Tan!"  I said standing up,
excitedly.

	"I'm Jerry O'Brien, Mr. Stephen Gately's
administrative assistant.  He asked me to take you to
his room."

	"Hey, can just take his passport to him, please?" I
handed Jerry the passport.

	"But sir, he insist to see you." Jerry told me.  "He
wished to thank you personally.  He'll be disappointed
if you failed to show up"

	I hate to sound like an ingrate to circumstances, but
I'm having second thoughts about meeting Stephen.
What if he isn't gay.  I'd only look and sound like a
fool.  "Sir, please come with me."  He asked as if
pleading.  "He'd really like thank you."

	Reluctantly I agreed.  We went up to the penthouse
and Jerry knocked on the door.  The door opened and
Ronan came out to greet us.  "Hi, I'm Ronan." He
smiled as introduced himself.  "Please come in.  You
must be Andrew.  Stephen has been waiting for you.
He's just over in the other room taking care of
somethings."

	I couldn't believe my eyes.  All the members of
Boyzone were there.  It was like being in the presence
of royalty.  I went into the room and stood there
stunned.  All the boys introduced themselves and thank
me.  But Stephen wasn't there with them.  I was
beginning to wonder where he was.  Then behind I heard
somebody spoke.  "Hi there!  You must be Andy."

	"Stephen Gately!!!!" I started gushing after I turned
around.  "Mr. Gately, I have been a big fan of yours
since 'Love Me For A Reason'.  There is nothing I
could compare with your voice.  Believe me, you really
sound like an angel."

	Then I stopped.  I couldn't believe that I just
said... I couldn't believe that I sounded like an
obsessive stalker.  I started to apologize to him.
"I'm really sorry for sounding like a obsessive,
compulsive fan.  But you are really a great singer.
You really are!"

	"Just a normal fan reaction.  I have seen that a
billion times already."  He shrugged with a smile.
Then he quipped.  "And that was just today!"

	We all giggled.

	"I'm really sorry for landing on top of you last
night."  I apologized to him again.  "I just hope that
you didn't hurt yourself last night."

	"Just my pride."  He smiled shyly.

	"I can see that we are not wanted here."  Shane
joked.  "Let's move out, men."

	"No, please... don't go."  I asked them, though deep
inside I really wished to be alone with Stephen.  "You
can't believe how long I wanted to talk with you all."

	"That's okay, really."  Keith said

	"No problem, Andrew.  Actually, we have to do some
packing right now.  We'll be leaving for Manila this
morning."  Mikey said in a matter of factly manner.
To my relief, all of them left the room.  Now, my
biggest problem was how to talk with Stephen without
getting tongue-tied.

	"I'm very please that you were able to return my
passport to me." He flashed his cutest of smiles.
"Most fanatics would rather keep it for themselves.
You don't know how much trouble you have saved me."

	"That's no problem.  Anything for the Boyzone" I
smiled back then thought "...anything for you,
Stephen..."

	"If I really lost my passport," He explained. "I
would have to go to the Irish Embassy.  And believe
me, that would be no easy task."  Then he went on
babbling about something or another.  In my mind,
undressing him, unbuckling his belt, opening is shirt,
sliding his pants and underwear down his sexy legs.
I stood there, imagining...  fantasizing how it would
feel being the bottom of a very impish angel.

	"Andrew, are you still with me here?"  He gave me one
of his trademark grins.

	"Oh,.. uhmm,.. oh sure!"  I drown in my flight of
fancy.  "You were saying?.."

	"Well, considering you are one of our biggest
fans..." He began. "Might I asked what you really
liked about us?"

	"Well, I really like you out of your pants." I
thought out loud.

	"Oh, did I just blurt that out?"  I thought
wide-eyed.  "Oh, I couldn't believe I just said that.
I hope he missed that line."

	"Pardon me."  He turned around to asked me.  He
looked quite shocked.

	I turned away from his gazed as I blushed.  "I said
your music,... uhmmm,..  your music can really put me
in a trance."  I hastily added. "That's what I really
like about your songs."

	"Oh, I thought I heard something else."  He smiled
again.  This guy can really smile, and it's making me
a nervous wreck.  "Well, Andrew..."

	"Please, all my friends call me Andy." I interrupted

	"Okay...  Andy, I'd like to thank you very much for
this act.  You don't know how much heartache you have
spared me."  He said as he handed me a white letter
envelope.  "So I'm giving you this..."

	I looked at the envelope carefully and opened it
gingerly.  Inside, the envelope contained a plane
ticket to Manila and US$1,500.00 in cold cash.  I
looked at him with a quizzical look and asked.
"What's this all about?..."

	"In gratitude for the return of my passport, the boys
and I decided to take you with us to our Concert in
Manila."  He told me.  "Now the question is 'Will Mr.
Andrew Tan be joining us in our tour of Manila or
not?'"

	"And, you know what Andy..."  He came close to me and
whispered to my ear.  "I never take 'no' for an
answer"

	For a shy type person, he was really intimidating.
He came closer to me... still closer and yet closer.
Then he gave me a kiss, a very sweet kiss on the lips,
a kiss titillating yet innocent, a long hot kiss that
would melt iron into a boiling puddle of fire.  I was
surprised...  uncomfortable...  shocked even...

	I was bothered with what he had done...

	But I loved it...

	Sensing that I failed to return the kiss, he broke
away from our close embrace and apologized to me.
"I'm sorry... I'm sorry, Andy, I shouldn't have done
that.  That was very unprofessional of me.  I do hope
that this wouldn't leak out in the media."  He walked
away, looking a bit edgy.  He turned towards the
window and looked out towards the mountainside. "I can
understand if you decided not to go with us."

	I approached him and held his shoulder.  He turned
around and I said  "I understand and don't worry about
it.  It will be our little secret."  I looked at his
sad bluish-grayish eyes and instantly kissed him back.
 The fire inside me couldn't take it anymore.  If I
had to stop this, I would literally explode.

	"Stephen, you don't know how long I wanted to..."

	"Shhh..," Stephen said as he covered his hand on my
mouth to hush me.   Softly, he caressed and touched my
face, moving his hands up to my forehead then running
and feeling his finger down to my cheek moving further
down to my lips.  He, then, wrapped his arms around
me. He slowly began passionately kissing my neck.

	I could feel his erection pressing against my own. He
reached forward and pulled my T-shirt, sliding it up
my chest. I closed my eyes and was drowning in the
deep passion that I felt at that moment. Stephen
pulled away and took my hand. He took me over to the
bed and sat on it. He smiled at me, making me turn
into total mush.  He, then, proceeded to gently tongue
and nibble my hard nipple. I moaned with pleasure as
he moved on to my other nipple.

	After giving them each quite a few minutes of
attention he began to kiss his way down my chest and
stomach. He reached my belt and undid it, sliding my
pants down to my ankles. He looked at the large bulge
in my briefs, the front so soaked with pre-cum it
looked like I had already shot my load. He then pulled
down my briefs and my six-and-a-half cock sprang free.

	"Oh, wow. It's beautiful."  He said and I blushed
intensely.

	He bent forward and slowly licked my excitement off
of the exposed head.  A shiver of sensuality ran up
and down my spine. He ran his tongue around my glans
and cleaned up the pre-cum from all around the head.
He then looked up at me, his eyes sparkling and
driving me wild. He began to slowly slide his head
down my cock, savoring every inch of it.  The next
thing I knew, his face was buried deep in my pubes. He
paused there, allowing himself to adjust his jaw to
the length and girth of my dick.  It was like dream.

	Stephen's warm mouth was sliding up and down my cock.
 He began to play with my balls, which were tightening
as I felt a familiar tingling in them. This was so
hot.  I knew I wasn't going to last much longer.  I
was on the edge of ecstasy, on the verge of physical
eruption.  He began to suck faster and even faster.
Finally I could hold back no longer.

	"Stephen, OH MY GODDDD!!!."  I cried out. "EAT ME
GOOD!!!"

	He only grunted and slid back so that the first shot
landed right on his tongue.  I shot like I never had
before.  I didn't know I had so much cum in my balls.
He tried to take it all but couldn't.  I could see the
cum dripping at the side of his lips.  Finally, he
withdrew it from his mouth and jerked the last few
shots onto his face.  Stephen gently turned me around
and sat me on the bed, then took of his shirt.  I
evaluated his body.  "Nice, smooth chest and a
six-pack.  This is just going to be great."

	He used his shirt to wipe the jizz off his smooth,
handsome face and smiled at me. "I love your taste."

	"Let me taste you, please."  I begged

	He just smiled his usual disarming smile.  So I
grabbed the buttons of his jeans. He just looked down
at me while I undo his pants and boxers.  Before me
was the most amazing cock I had ever seen. It was cut,
about seven inches with a big, purple mushroom head on
it. It was so thick, that I wondered where to start
and how to fit it all in my mouth.

	"You like?"  He asked, still smiling.  I responded by
sliding the head into my mouth.  Now, I don't  how to
suck cock because it was my first time but I know I
could do it.  So I started to work over the head with
my tongue as he moaned in approval.  Surprisingly my
cock resurrected back to hits full height again. I
sucked Stephen for a few minutes before he pulled my
head off his dick and leaned over and kissed me, hard
on the lips.

	"Let's see if your dick is as good in my ass as it
was in my mouth."  He said.

	I was absolutely stunned.  I figured that we would
suck each other and jerk off, but I didn't think of
anal. This was my ultimate fantasy... fucking my
bronze god in his ass.  But even if I had, I had
assumed Stephen was a top.  But he wanted me to fuck
him!  All I could do was nod.  So he reached into the
nightstand and brought out a bottle of lubricant and a
condom.

	"Give it all to me Andy.  I can take you" he
whispered as he applied some lubricant into the condom
and then rolled it down my hard dick. He then squirted
more lube on the condom and stroked me to get it
properly lubed up.  Then he lain on his back on the
bed and spread his legs.  I bent over and kissed him,
then positioned his legs up on my shoulders.  Slowly,
I pressed the head of my dick against his asshole and
pushed. He groaned as the head broke through the ring.

	"Oh my god, that's painful!!! He screamed in anguish

	"Did I hurt you..." I stopped, worried... I became
afraid.  Never in my life did I want to hurt him in
anyway.

	"No, keep going. It's been a while but it'll feel
good."  He said.  So I began to slowly slide my cock
in and before I knew it my balls were resting against
his smooth ass.  I leaned over and began to kiss him
as I slowly slid my dick in and out of his ass.  He
groaned with pleasure as I nibbled on his neck.  I
found my rhythm and began to fuck him faster, causing
him to cry out ecstatically.

	Next thing I knew something wet and sticky landed on
my chest.  Another splatter hit me in the stomach and
I realized he was cumming!  This caused his sphincter
to tighten, making me lose it. My cock swelled up and
then began to fill the tip of the condom with another
big load of cum.  We gasped as our orgasms subsided
and my softening cock slipped out of his stretched
hole.  He kissed me again, then grabbed some tissue
and began to slowly clean the cum off of my body, then
his. I stopped him, and licked up the last few drops.

	"Ohhhh, you're good..."  I said.  He kissed me again,
and tasted some of his cum that was still on my
tongue.

	"Yeah, but you're better. "  He said.

	He gently unrolled the condom from my cock, tied it
up, and tossed it into the garbage. He kissed me again
and I laid my head on his muscular chest.  He was
cradling me in his chest, cuddling me as if I was a
young babe, and before I knew it I fell asleep in his
warm and gentle arms.

-----to be continued-----