Date: Sun, 25 Jun 2000 21:09:46 PDT
From: hymmetru@hotmail.com
Subject: Sooner or Later-1

Standard Disclaimer:
This entire piece is fictional. Any true to life
correspondences would be coincidental, if not surreal.
Also, if some facts are wrong, then please, correct me. I'm
just about trying to find out as much about them. The piece
also does not point fingers at the sexuality of the members
of BBMak, or any other affiliation. Also, if you're not of
legal age, or uncomfortable with gay erotic literature,
leave now.

Sooner or Later by Hymmetry

The day had been fairly hectic for the members of BBMak.
British boys Mark Barry, Christian Burns and Ste
(pronounced, stEE) McNally all were rather surprised at how
things had turned out for them. Just months earlier, they
had been relative unknowns, busking their sound to the
corporate music industry until they finally got noticed and
discovered. Not long after that, they had an album out and
were touring the United States.
The trio, undoubtedly were very close. But still, secrets
were being kept, and would test the group's future.

	*	*	*	*	*	*	*	*	*

	"Damn!"
	Ste McNally was having a crisis. The tall, pale
handsome young man's expression was troubled, his emotions
otherwise contorting his chistled features. It had happened
again; he was dreaming about his bandmate, Mark.
	This had never happened to him before. He had always
considered himself to be a straight man, a guy interested
in girls. But lately, he had been having odd dreams-his
hands caressing Mark's strong, hairy chest, his lips
roaming all over Mark's body. It wasn't normal for him, he
thought. And yet a part of him enjoyed the experience
immensely.
	Perhaps he was just suffering from no release. The
tour had taken its toll on him, and he was tired. He was
tired everyday, and there was nothing he could do about it.
	Ste checked the time. 5:00 am. Time to get up and face
the new day. Suddenly his hotel room looked uninviting, and
god, he wanted out of a place where he had just gone
through perhaps one of the more uncomfortable nighttime
experiences of his life.
	The youth got up, removed his top, and proceeded to
change for the day's work.
	"Oh shit."
	Ste had looked down to see a full grown hardon, his
penis reaching its maximum length of 8 inches, poking out
of his boxer's garter. He couldn't go out with that jutting
out. Ste furtively look around-he knew he needed release.
And hey, maybe it would take away his thoughts of Mark.
	After making sure his door was looked, Ste finally lay
himself on his bed, pushing away the rumpled sheets. He
sighed as he kicked off his boxers, and began to gently
stroke his penis, his other hand cupping his balls for
added pleasure. His body began to shake in response. Ste
smiled and licked his lips, and went on his usual pace.
	Somehow though, it wasn't enough. Ste gripped his
penis more firmly, stroking faster. He wanted the most of
this experience, he wanted to blank away all ideas and just
live for the pleasure of the moment. He grew more frantic,
and stroked faster than before. Ste's expression was one of
ecstasy, and moans came unbidden out of his mouth.  The
Brit's body was writhing on the bed, and finally, Ste knew
he was about to come.
	It was that moment that Mark suddenly entered Ste's
head. Mark's face reflecting pure pleasure. Mark submitting
to an orgasm. Mark's body shuddering as Mark's dick was
spewing out loads of cum. Ste didn't shirk from the intense
pictures as he did earlier; he had entered orgasm, and he
moaned out Mark's name, over and over again.
	Cum came gushing out of Ste's dick, milky white semen
spilling all over his toned abdomen. Some had even reached
Ste's chest. But he didn't mind. He had just had the most
intense orgasm of his entire masturbatory life.
	Ste sighed. It looked he had to clean himself up.
That, and he was still thinking of Mark.

	Hours later, Ste joined Mark and his other bandmate,
Christian Burns at the bus. They were riding for Arizona,
where they would meet with some music executives who were
planning a joint concert between them and Britney Spears.
It was a rather long drive, so the guys amused themselves
with conversation.
	"Hey Ste, how was your night? You look pretty tired.",
asked a concerned Chris(tian).
	"Well.it wasn't so good." Ste avoided looking at Mark.
	Ste obviously didn't want to talk about it, so Chris
shut up. An uncomfortable silence filled the room. It was
finally Mark who broke it.
	"Are you guys excited about Britney? I hear she's a
real flirt. Do you think she'd want to go for us?"
	Chris smiled. "I certainly hope so. It's been quite a
while since my last good shag. Too bad we don't have
groupies yet." The blond singer smiled again, obviously
thinking about the last time. His green eyes seemed dazed,
and he sort of blanked out.
	Seeing this, Mark gave up on Chris to keep up the
talking and turned to Ste.
	"And how about you? You do remember you're the guy who
answered 'Yes please' when TRL asked what would be the
first thing that entered your head when Britney's name was
mentioned."
	"Uhhhmmm." Ste bit his lip. He had regretted that
moment, and he didn't want to relive it. Besides, didn't
Mark know he was joking then?
	"Then again," Mark continued, "You also did say 'Yes
please' when it came to masturbation." Mark grinned, as Ste
choked on that.
	Ste couldn't but help feel annoyed. Here was the bloke
who he had fantasies about jabbing insults at him! Insults,
no matter how friendly, were pretty dangerous at the
moment, and Ste sincerely wanted to punch Mark at the nose.
	"Shut up, Mark." Ste's nostrils were flaring. Why did
Mark have to act.so.so freaking straight?!?
	Wait. Where did that come from? Ste's mind began to
reel has he realized he was thinking himself different from
Mark. He was different. He had categorized Mark as
something else.and what did that mean to him? Could he
admit it to himself? Was he, Ste McNally, gay?
	It was too much. Ste eyelids began to flutter as his
head began to droop.
	"Ste? Ste?!? Ste, what's happening?!? STE!!!!"

	*	*	*	*	*	*	*	*	*

	"Ste? Are you okay?" A voice was tenderly asking.
	"Oww.who is it? Who.what's happening here?" Ste's
voice came out groggily. He fluttered his eyes, and finally
adjusted them to the light that was pouring in. Above him,
Mark Barry, his bandmate, his fantasy, was looking upon him
in concern.
	"You hit your head fainting, Ste. Wonder why you did
that, but doctor says you'll be fine, but god, man, you
have a bump the size of me fist on ye!" Mark breathed.
	Ste smiled. Mark always lapsed into a semi-Scottish
accent when he was feeling emotional.
	"So where we are we?" Ste asked.
	"In the middle of nowhere." Mark smiled. "No, just
kidding ye, we're in another hotel room. Ye've been
sleeping like a tot for the past several hours."
	The prone member of BBMak grimaced. "Great. I was out
cold for." Ste looked at the clock. It registered 4 am.
Considering that he fainted early in the morning, he
computed that he'd been out for over 18 hours!
	"Oh shit." Ste muttered.
	"It's okay.well.oh." Mark's sentence was punctuated
with yawns. Ste noticed this with some worry.
	"How long have you been waiting for me to get up?"
	"Well.(yawn).I guess since ye.(yawn).first knocked ye
head." Mark's head began to droop.
	"You've been bloody awake for the past 18 hours?!?"
Ste cried. "Get to sleep, why dontcha!?!"
	"Yes.mummy." Mark grinned softly, as he crashed
himself on a nearby couch. He was obviously tired, and
could finally rest, knowing that Ste was okay. In seconds,
he was asleep.
	Ste gazed on Mark's sleeping form longingly. It had
been ages since he and Mark had slept in the same room
together, not since their starving artist days. He had
forgotten how Mark's breathing was unreal. Soft, rhythmic,
and deep. With that memory, Ste knew at that moment that he
loved Mark. He couldn't deny it any further-how else could
he explain the beating in his chest, and how it was
fluttering quickly like a frightened bird.
	Ste breathed. His heart was pounding even faster, and
his body started shaking. Cold sweat began to appear all
over his body as his emotions took over him. Somehow, he
had to show Mark that he loved him. Somehow, he had repay
Mark for the concern that Mark had shown for him.
	Unbidden, Ste went of his bed, and approached the
couch where Mark was sleeping. He took one long look and
breathed deeply, knowing that his next actions would make
or break him.
	Ste reached out with hands, and gently lay them over
Mark's chest. Mark felt nothing-his breathing continued,
undisturbed. Ste longed to feel was was under the shirt
upon which his hands lay, and gave in to the urge.
	Slowly, carefully, the Brit lifted his hands off
Mark's chest and slid them underneath his love's shirt. Ste
began to breathe even more deeply.
	No use doing this, he thought, if it only makes me
collapse due to hyperventilation!
	Ste had always known that the handsome lead singer of
BBMak was a something of a bear. Nevertheless, he gasped as
his hands roamed over the fur that covered Mark's chest,
and smiled as the hair thinned into a treasure trail
leading to Mark's pubic areas. Ste licked his lips. He
prayed that he wouldn't be broken.
	Not knowing what caused him to do it, Ste carefully
raised Mark's arms and slid off his bandmate's shirt. He
had some trouble to take it all off when it reached the
head, but thankfully, the collar could be stretched, and
Ste was able to finally his love's full torso.
	Ste was still shaking, whether from nervousness or
arousal, he didn't know. He leaned forward, not quite
trusting himself, and planted kisses all over Mark's chest.
	Out of some sheer impulse however, Ste kissed one of
Mark's nipples. The result was gratifying.
	Mark's regular breathing suddenly rose to a soft gasp,
as Ste continued kissing his nipples with a gentle kind of
passion. Ste, galvanized by the sound, began to suck on it,
bringing even more gasps and a raspy, throaty sound to come
out of Mark.
	Ste was not satisfied, however; he still wanted Mark
to know what he felt, to feel what he felt for Mark.
	So, going lower, Ste kept on kissing and licking
Mark's body, his hands trailing in interesting places when
finally, he stopped at Mark's shorts, one of two obstacles
left to his desired prize.
	Recklessly daring, Ste pulled off Mark's shorts. He
tugged, and somehow, Mark subconsciously complied by
raising his pelvis up and bringing it back down. All that
remained were a pair of light blue Jockeys that Ste
promptly gazed at in adoration.
	It looked like his ministrations on Mark Barry had had
an affect on his precious bandmate. There, underneath the
briefs and clearly outlined, was a cock large enough to
rival, nay, surpass his own. It looked sturdy; it was
roughly 9 inches in length and 1.5 inches in diameter. As
it was, it was still growing, and it generously leaked
precum at the tip, staining the light blue of the briefs
into a navy.
	Ste smiled. It was now or never. Ste felt Mark's penis
through the fabric of Mark's underwear, and was further
turned out as Mark began to groan softly, still unaware of
the erotic motions done upon him.
	Well, it's about time he found out, Ste thought.
	Easing the waistband down, Ste saw Mark's penis spring
into its full height of 11 inches, dripping precum. Ste
licked his lips and muttered, "God, I'm new at this, help
me now."
	Ste took the cock in his hands, lovingly held it, and
for the first time in his life, let a penis enter his
mouth. It tasted good, he noted, and nibbled at the tip,
while his tongue slathered all he felt for Mark all over
the shaft.
	Mark Barry, in the meanwhile, was grunting heavily.
His dreams were awfully erotic.but then.a wave of pleasure
so real passed over him, that he woke up.
	Mark was surprised to find himself in Ste's room. Then
he remembered that he had crashed on the couch, tired,
having cared for Ste for almost the whole day. But
this.Mark suppressed an urge to moan loudly as another wave
of pleasure hit him, coming from his dick. Looking down, he
saw, to his amazement, one of his best friends, Ste, giving
him a blowjob. His first blowjob.
	Mark had never admitted it, but he was a total
stranger to the world of sex, and even more of a stranger
to the world of sexuality. To him, pleasure was pleasure.
Sure, he jerked off once in a while, and looked at girls
like he was supposed to, but what Ste was giving him was
special. And he found that he wanted more. He reached over
with his hands to urge Ste's head to urge Ste on to more
places where he wanted the pleasure to come from.
	Unaware that Mark was awake, Ste was shocked to feel
hands run through his hair, guiding him to different parts
of Mark's cock. Forcing his head up, he was amazed to see
Mark, his head thrown back, his lips mouthing out Ste's
name over and over again. Encouraged, he went back to his
work, making Mark cry out in even more pleasure.
	Finally, it was too much for Mark, who had been
receiving Ste's touch for quite a while now. At last the
time had come.
	"Ste..oh yeah.shit Ste.yes.oh
fuck.more.more..yes.Yessssss..Ste...STE! STE!!! Aaaa..I'm
cumming..I'm cumming..!!!"
	Ste was busy letting his tongue lap up Mark's shaft
and firmly clamped his mouth on Mark's dick when finally,
the world stopped.
	Load after load exploded out of Mark's dick,
overflowing Ste's mouth, and covering the rest of Ste's
face. Mark, on the other hand, was shuddering, his orgasm
screaming through him. Mark's groans were filling the
entire room. Ste, hot, aroused, began lapping up Mark's
semen, cleaning up the spill.
	Ste couldn't believe his luck. And Mark either. The
two of them looked at each other, not knowing what to say.
When finally, Mark pointed to Ste's hardon and asked,
	"Do you want help with that?"
	"Sure."
	As they get ready for the second wind, the door swung
open, exposing two cum-dripped members of BBMak to the
third and last member of BBMAK.
	"WHAT THE HELL IS THIS?!?" Chris shouted.
	And all hell broke lose.


Sorry to say this, but can't seem to find a way to
continue the story. I'm having trouble with development as
it is. Wish I did know more about BBMak, aside from the
fact that they're a kick-ass group with good looking guys.

Constructive Criticism could be sent to hymmetru@hotmail.com