Date: Tue, 22 Aug 2000 04:20:56 -0700 (PDT)
From: Jonathan Andrew Ybanez <j_andrew_andy@yahoo.com>
Subject: fourth installment of simply words

	This is continuation of SIMPLY WORDS, my fantasy with
boy band BOYZONE member, STEPHEN GATELY.  Again I
would like to remind you that this is just a fantasy
and none of these events ever happen.  Although the
first part of the composition stated that it was
written before STEPHEN GATELY had came out last June
of 1999, this part was written after he came out.

	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 the first
explicit story I've ever written.  I would gladly
receive any constructive criticism about this
composition.  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 and enjoy!!!


SIMPLY WORDS

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C h a p t e r   4
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	After the crowds had dispersed, we went to McDonald's
to grab a bite, Stephen told me.  "You go find us a
place.  I'll buy the food.  What do you want to eat."

	"I'm not hungry!!!"  I told him curtly.

	"Go, just find us a seat or something."  He ordered.
"I'll buy the foods."

	When he finally came with the food, he told me the
whole story.  "Back in the shower, when you were
singing?  I thought you've got a very nice voice.  So
I told Ronan, why not let you sing a song or two in
tonight's concert."

	"BIG DIFFERENCE!"  I almost choked him.  "I can not
sing!  Can't you tell the difference between singing
and howling!"

	"I know the difference between singing and howling.
And you, darling, you were singing.  I know you can...
 I heard you."  He smiled his disarming grin.  Boy,
does he abuse his smile. "Please do it for me, hmmm?"

	"I hate you."  I shot a look at him.  "I'll do it but
if anything will go wrong, it'll be your fault."

	"Nothing will go wrong, trust me." He said, grabbing
his Big Mac and a few sticks of fries. "I trusted you,
don't I."

	At that point, I wanted to pour the entire content of
my large coke over his head.  I wanted to strangle
him, push his head so far down his neck that it would
come out of his asshole.  How did I ever sink into
this much shit?

	"Andy... Earth to Andy... Hey, are you there?"
Stephen was waving his large coke at my face, trying
to get my attention.  "Andy!!!"

	"I'm no talking you!!!" I looked at him sharply.  "I
never talk to traitors and/ or back stabbers!"

	"We have to go now!"  He grabbed my hands  "We still
have to practice."

	"WE?"  I asked.

	"Yeah, we.  We still have to practice for the concert
tonight." He looked at me, matter-of-factly

	"We?  We are not going to be singing tonight at the
concert." I explained.  "You!  You are going to be
singing tonight at the concert!  The boys!  They are
going to be singing tonight at the concert!  Me?  I am
not going be singing tonight at the concert!  Is that
too hard for you to comprehend?"

	"Oh, stop over dramatizing!"  He smiled at me.  "It's
definitely not you."

	"Okay, I'll sing."  I mumbling.  "But I won't like
it."


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	"Hurry!"  He shouted as we ran towards the backstage
entrance.  "I don't want to be late."

	"I'M NOT GOING TO SING." I shouted. "CAN'T YOU
UNDERSTAND THAT!!!"

	"We already talked about it, and YOU WILL SING!" He
growled at me, so fiercely that he scared me.  Then
his features softened as looked at me with his puppy
dog eyes. "Please? For me, huh? Please, for me?"

	"I hate you." I smiled in exhaustion, in
exasperation.  "You know, you should get that smile
amputated.  You abused it shamelessly."

	"It's a curse, I know."  He smiled then went in the
door.  "Come on."

	We went in the backstage, and all of then, they're
already there.  "Hi, Stephen, Andy, what took you so
long."  Ronan greeted us.  I felt being part of the
group already.

	"Looks like you guys really hit the town."  Mikey
added cheerfully.  "I just hope no one saw you getting
intimate."

	I squirmed with discomfort with that remark.  "Of
course not!"  Stephen filled in.

	"Andy, I heard that you can really hit notes."  Keith
told me.

	Shane interjected.  "Why don't you try some of our
songs."

	"I'll try.  Any request?"  I said shyly, then joked.
"Probably the 'Sound of Silence'?"

	"From what Stephen been talking, you can really sing
'Father and Son'." Ronan replied then added grinning.
"I hope you're not here to replace me."

	"The guy can really talk, can't he!"  I shot Stephen
a dirty look, which he returned a sweet angelic smile.
 "I think I can start now.  So anytime now, you guys
can start covering your ears.  Feel free to stop me."


	"It's not time to make a change
	just relax and take it slowly
	you're still young that your fault,
	there's so much you to go through
	find a girl, settle down
	if you want you can marry
	look at me, I am old
	but I'm happy..."


	During my song, I continually faced the floor.  I
didn't like to see their horrified expression while
they listened to me.  I know I don't have a voice to
match theirs, so I continued singing the best that I
can and hope that they didn't listen to me too much. I
thought how good it would be to tear the smile off
Stephen's face.


	"I was once like you are now
	And I know that it's not easy
	To be come when you found
	Something going on
	Take your time, think a lot
	Think of everything you've got
	For you will still be here tomorrow
	But your dreams may not."


	"I'm going to kill him,"  I thought.  "I going to
kill Stephen. I'm going to chop off his head, stuff it
with cotton and mount it on a pole.  I'm going to cut
his head and draw on it as if it was a chalkboard and
display it for all humanity to see."


	"How can I try to explain
	When I do he turns away again
	It's always been the same
	ame old story
	From the moment I could talk
	I was ordered to listen
	There's away and I know
	That I have to go away
	I know I have to go."


	Finally, I thought that they've suffered enough, I
ended the song.  "There, I won't finish the song.  I
hope you don't hate it that much."  I faked a smile
with a pained expression on my face.

	Judging from their stunned faces, I knew I wasn't
good.  "So, after hearing my song, I guess I won't be
singing tonight."  I sighed with mixed emotions.  I
was relieved that I wasn't singing but only now did I
realize that I was such a bad singer.  "So now that's
this over, I'll leave so that you can continue with
your rehearsal.  I'm sorry if wasted your time.  If
anyone needs me, I'll be at the hotel, soaking my head
in the bathtub until I drown."

	As I began to walk away, I heard Mikey shout. "STOP
HIM BEFORE HE GETS AWAY!!!"

	"WE LOVE YOU!!!" Ronan shouted running toward me.

	"Hey, I discovered a new star."  Stephen cheered,
then looked at my pale face. "Andy, are okay?"

	"I feel weak." I began fall and the darkness covered
my sight.

	"Medics!!!... Somebody call the medics!"

	After the haze finally cleared out of my head, "Ohhh,
my head..." I groaned.

	"Andy,... are you okay?" Stephen asked. "You suddenly
collapsed."

	"What had happen."  I asked as I started to stand up

	"Well,..." Ronan started.  "We were looking for a
sixth member, so... hello, sixth member."

	"Excuse me?!" I asked in shock

	"Well, you're part of us now."  Mikey smiled.
"Welcome to Boyzone, Andy."

	I was so shocked, that I didn't know what to do.  I
stood there stunned, dazed and confused.  I wanted to
say something, but I didn't know what to say.  For the
very first time in life, I was speechless. "Come here
and kiss me, you fool!!!" Stephen grabbed my hand.

	I smiled and gave him a kiss on the cheek, on the
forehead, on his lips.  Heck, I didn't know what the
hell I was doing.  I looked around me if there was any
shocked expression.  No, nothing. The boys did
absolutely nothing.  Nobody was shocked, as if me
kissing Stephen was the most typical and average thing
they had ever seen... Mike was shaking his head,
laughing.  Keith and Shane helped me up to my feet.

	"Okay, guys, I think it's time to practice."  Ronan
shouted.  "People, prepare yourself."

	"You sit there on the front row."  Stephen suggested
and gave a light kiss on the cheek.  "You'll be our
critic this afternoon."


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	"So what are you going to sing for us to night?"
Ronan asked me as we were going back to our hotel
after their rehearsal.

	"Well, if it's okay with you, I'd like to sing
'Father and Son'."  I asked.  "It's my favorite."

	"BUT THAT MY SONG!"  Ronan shouted angrily.  I was
shocked by the sudden change of his personality.  I
halt on my tracks.  Then, he laughed.  "Got you!!!  Of
course you can.  How about for your second song."

	"My what?" I was bewildered.

	"Your second song." Shane offered to answer.  "Since
you're not yet an official part of the act, you can't
be part of the whole show.  So we decided to give you
two segments."

	"You mean, you're willing to stake you career over a
guy who sounds like a frog?"  I looked at them in
disbelief.  "I can't believe you guys!"

	"Believe it, we know talent when see one."  Keith
encouraged me.  "Besides, would we make you our sixth
member if you were no good?"

	"We don't think so." Mikey added.

	"What would be your suggestion?" I inquired.

	"Any song you liked." Stephen answered and then
quipped.  "Just don't sing anything from the
Backstreet Boys."  We all laughed.

	I thought for a while then said. "I think I'll sing
'Quit Playing Games with My Heart'".  I looked at
their stunned faces and shouted.  "Kidding!!!  No,
seriously, I'll go with 'Love moves in mysterious
ways' by Julia Fordham."

	"Guess who's the great romantic."  Quipped Mikey.

	"Good choice." Keith said. "Hey, here's my room.  See
you later, I going to get some rest for later."

	"Me, too!"  Mikey responded then joked.  "Hey, Andy,
Stephen, don't over work yourself.  Wink,... wink,...
nudge,... nudge..."

	"Don't worry!  We won't."  Stephen retorted.

	"Stephen, I have something to tell you."  I began
when we finally entered our room.  "Can you spare me a
minute."

	"Sure, what's on your mind."  He told me as he
embraced his arms around my shoulder.  "What the
problem, Andy."

	"I just nervous about tonight.  This is my first
time, after all."  I told him.  "What did you do to
get the butterflies out of your stomach when you first
appeared on stage."

	"I try to make love with the crowd..."  He said it in
a straightforward manner.

	"Don't you ever think of anything else besides sex."
I laughed as I was sitting on my bed.

	"I'm not kidding.  When you make love, you don't have
to be ashamed to you partner."  He explained.  "You
know, like being naked in front of someone you really
love.  Do you understand what I'm saying."

	"I can't imagine,... No, wait I don't want to imagine
what you're theory is."  I had to shake my head and
grinned.

	"Then, want to put my theory to test?" he told me
teasingly.

	"Ohhhhh, I don't think so..." I stood up from the
bed.  "I think I'm already tense enough"

	"Well, they say sex can really put you at ease."
Stephen said with a wicked sparkle in his eyes.  He
came behind me and massaged my back and shoulder
muscles.  "So,... do you care to disprove that
explanation."

	"Who said that first."  I mocked him.  "Dr. Stephen
David Patrick Gately?"

	"I think it was Masters and Johnson."  He pointed out
then corrected me again.  "And that's Dr. Stephen
PATRICK DAVID Gately to you.

	"Whatever!!!"  I raised my arms in exasperation.

	"So, like I said, would you like to disprove my
theory."  He challenged me.

	"I have an idea."  I ran to my bag and dug up my
camera.  "Found it.  Let's see how daring you really
are in front of the camera."

	"Try me!"  He dared me.

	"That is what I exactly plan to do."

	As I ordered him to strike a pose, he began doing a
model's catwalk moves.  I started shooting. He turned
round in a gesture of fake self-indulgence.  Stephen
tossed his hair back in a very overdone way.  "You're
such a ham."  I laughed then encouraged him.  "Now
tear you're shirt open.  Rip it up like you're in
lust."

	He tore his shirt apart and out came the most
beautiful chest I ever saw.  Sure, I saw it may times
before, but it was only when I was behind the camera
when I realized its youthfulness and masculinity.  His
chest was super smooth, not even a single, sparse hair
could be found, yet it was well chiseled as if a Greek
marble statue had came to life.  It was rippled with
muscle, a six-pack cracked on his abdomen, but it had
hint of about an ounce of baby fat, to remind me of
his youth and vitality.

	I wanted to grab Stephen then and there but I told
myself.  "Patience, remember that he wants you bad,
you know that.  You can have him anytime and anywhere
you want.  Just wait and watch his reaction in front
of the camera."

	He continued his dance that would certainly shame
Salome with her rendition of the dance of the seven
veils.  With every twist of hips, every shake of his
shoulder and with every thrust of his groin, his bulge
seemed to get bigger.  "Now, unbuckle you belt and
used it like a lasso or something, cowboy!" I
commanded as I proceeded to click my camera.  "Come
on, give me more,... give me more, yeah!"

	He pulled his belt out from its place and handled
like a whip.  Like some dominator, he looked the
camera and ordered me to come closer.  I moved to
another angle as I continued to take shot of him.
"Good, very good.  Now, unzipped your fly and
slowly... slowly drop it to the floor."

	He did it as I told him.  Sexily, he unbuttoned his
pants and slowly lowered his zipper.  He turned his
back towards me and casually pushed it down his
hairless legs, raising his boxer-covered bubble but in
the process.  "Now, for the coup de grace, tear off
you boxer."  I ordered him.  "Let the world see
your,... uhm,.. your bratwurst.  Come on done be shy."

	He stopped dance and stood there stunned.

	"What happened, stud."  I laughed at his shocked
face.  "What happened to your 'making love to the
camera' routine."

	"I'm not going to continue..." he paused and came
closer to me. "If you're not here beside me."

	"What about you're experiment." I smiled.

	"Who cares.  I just want you."  He grabbed my crotch,
grinned and said.  "Ah, I see you were please with my
dance."

	With him leading the way, Stephen pulled me to the
bed and said "Let's take care of that problem between
your legs.  Come on don't be shy.  I want you to fuck
my face."

	I didn't have to be told twice.  Immediately, I
stripped to my birthday suit and climbed on top of
him.  "Straddle my face."  He said grabbing my dick
and pulling my dick over.

	He put two pillows behind his head as I mounted his
head.  My knees were like a nutcracker to his skull.
I used the top of the headboard to situate my weight.
My dick was hovering over top of his mouth, I looked
into his eyes for a moment then shoved my cock down
his throat.  He took it all, even grabbing the back of
my ass cheeks to push me down further.

	I got into a fast pumping motion moving it in and out
of his mouth.  I pumped in and out of his face,
causing my dick to become a blur in his mouth.  I
moaned and cried out in pleasure.  I felt my balls and
my dick tense up.

	"Oh God!"  I cried out, "I'm going to cum!  I'm going
to cum straight down your throat!!!"

	I shoved my dick in as deep as I could and exploded
down his throat.  It seemed like endless ribbons of
cum kept jetting out of my dick.  I have to give
Stephen three thumbs up.  He was able swallow it all
or even just keep my cum inside his mouth with out
leaking it all over his face. I fell down on top of
him.  Kissing his face and mouth.  Then he opened up
his mouth and on his tongue was a splattering of my
cum that he didn't shallow.

	He smiled like the impish angel.

	I lunged at his mouth and sucked on his tongue
tasting my own cum.  We kissed and fondled each other
for over ten minutes.  Licking each others mouths,
necks, chests. "Don't move."  I instructed him.  'Just
stay on your back."

	He did as he was told and I moved to turn around.  I
moved up and placed my legs so his head was between
them.  I laid down on him and moved my body so that
his mouth was below my cock.  I also found what I
wanted his cock.

	"I thought you might want to try 69."  I said
speaking into Stephen dick

	I licked at his head and tongued it.  I wanted it,
and I didn't want to waste my time beating around the
bush.  I opened my mouth and took his tool.  I relaxed
my mouth and took his whole cock into my mouth, my
face rubbing against his crouch hairs.  I sucked hard,
using my tongue inside my mouth to lick it up and
down.

	Stephen also took my cock into his mouth.  He used
his mouth like a vacuum, sucking hard, and long.  He
inserted it in and out of his mouth, letting it bob in
and out, sucking it hard. I was in heaven.  Sucking
and being sucked.  I gobbled and licked his entire
shaft, moving my head to suck it from the tip to the
end.  He also sucked with great force, and used great
speed.

	Soon both our balls were getting tight.  I knew we
were both close.  I sucked harder, using my hands to
rub his balls.  I heard Stephen  moan with my dick in
his mouth and his dick go tense.  I was then treated
to hot cum exploding into my mouth and down the back
of my throat.  He pushed his crotch straight up into
my mouth, as I continued sucking.  He shoot load after
load as I swallowed it all savoring each drop. I felt
my dick tense up, and I moaned over Stephen's dick.  I
shot down his throat, pumping my cum as I felt him
swallow it all.  My dick shot my load into his mouth.
We both sighed, enjoying each other.

	"I hate to break this up but..."  I told him  "Don't
we have to prepare for our performance tonight."

	"Oh, sure..."  He answered unenthusiastically. "Like,
I'm so excited."

	"If you want to rest go ahead, I going out for a
while and look for something to eat."  I replied.  "I
hungry."

	So I stepped out the room and proceeded to the
elevator.  As I walked through the corridors passed by
the other boys' rooms, I noticed that the doors were
opened and ajar.  Afraid that someone might have
broken in, I, silently, walked in.  Much to my
surprise, I found no one there and the rooms remained
untouched and were not in disarray.

	"Strange,"  I thought.  "Where would they be?"

	I continued my search until reached Shane's room.  I
heard their voices.  They were talking about
something.  It wasn't my nature to eavesdrop but this
was totally unexpected.  I mean why didn't they
include Stephen and me.  Does this mean anything?  I
stayed outside the doorway and listened to their
conversation.

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