Date: Thu, 4 Sep 2003 00:25:00 +0100 (BST)
From: Hmm Hmm <monging_ming@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: Boys Get Busted: All the way

DISCLAIMER: I do not know if any of this could happen.
I wish Busted were gay, but to the best of my
knowledge they're not. So don't go suing. ;)

INRODUCTION: This is the third part of my "Boys get
Busted" stories, it follows on from the first two
parts so if you don't understand who this "Jamie" is
that's why. I've had some interesting requests between
writing the last one and this one, including for the
lads to meet Australian cricketers and for more
leather to feature! Sorry to disappoint, dear readers,
but neither feature in this story. If you still don't
know who Busted are yet -- buy their album! It's
self-titled and available, I'm sure, on Amazon.
Don't read this if:
1)	You're too young
2)	You don't like reading about gay sex
3)	It's illegal to do so for any reason

Remember, the boys don't use condoms in this story cos
it's NOT REAL. In real life, please be safe. It beats
being sorry.

"You're everything I want in someone, but you don't
even know who I am!" Jamie slammed the door behind him
as he left, leaving James alone again in his hotel
room. The couple had lasted just two short weeks
before commitments meant that James saw less and less
of his boyfriend. Jamie at first had been fine with
James's hectic schedule, but soon realised that James
knew nothing about him, whereas Jamie could recite
James's birthday, favourite food, favourite singer and
family members off by heart. It seemed the two had
entered the relationship unevenly; Jamie already knew
James, but James didn't know Jamie, and was just too
busy to take the time. Also, both boys admitted to
themselves that the pairing was not supposed to last,
with Jamie and obsessed fan and James reaching out to
the first person to recognise his new sexuality. Deep
down they could never be more than friends, and sadly
they both knew that. Right now, however, would they
even make it to being friends?

James whipped out his cell phone and started to call
Jamie on it, but then changed his mind and, sighing,
put it away. It was too soon; the feelings they'd dug
up were still too raw. He rested his head on his
hands, stroking and caressing the skin on his face and
head, trying to relieve the tension that had built up
during his row with Jamie. In truth, he didn't know
what he wanted, but the two weeks of the best sex he'd
ever had wasn't something he was willing to give up so
easily. There was also something else hurting inside
of him, a longing to be with Jamie that he couldn't
describe, certainly that he'd never encountered
before. It wasn't love, couldn't be love; it was too
soon, but he felt heartbroken at having lost the
opportunity to pursue things with Jamie further, to
explore their feelings together. He felt tears forming
in his eyes and blinked them back, only for more to
spring forward and replace them. He'd found himself
lost in thought more often than usual recently,
daydreaming about Jamie and about their status as a
couple. They'd taken to sharing a hotel room when
Jamie could travel with him and more than just the hot
sex, they'd snuggled every evening until both fell
asleep. Showering together in the mornings had become
a ritual for them too, often enjoying a soapy cum in
each other's arms before starting the day. Without
realising it, James's tears had gotten the better of
him. He hurriedly wiped them away now as a knock
sounded on the door between the bedrooms of the hotel
room.

"Come in," he acknowledged. It could only be Charlie
or Matt, they had taken to sharing a room too, since
their night together. Both were adamant that they were
not gay, that merely they were helping to get each
other off from time to time, and James respected that.
He himself was happy to admit that he was gay, and
while he hadn't shared the information outside of the
band, Jamie and their manager Fletch, it was purely
because he couldn't be doing with the effort of
telling everyone right now.

Matt trooped into the room, Charlie behind him.

"We heard, mate. Everything. These walls are pretty
thin. I'm so sorry. Are you ok? Shit, have you been
crying?" James knuckled the tears away from his eyes
before making eye contact with his best friends and
bandmates.

"No man, not crying, erm... hayfever, you know? Wrong
time of year I guess, and I couldn't resist rubbing
them this time. It'll pass."

"Bullshit." Charlie's hoarse voice held no aggression;
instead it was full of concern. "It's ok mate, you
don't have to be brave in front of us. We both know
how much breakups suck. Especially with...your first."

At this Matt sniggered, "James was no virgin!"

"No, I know, but since he's a poof-...gay now, it
must've meant more, his first time with another guy."

James didn't even retaliate to Charlie's "poofter"
comment. He felt drained, too tired and emotional to
bother with Charlie, or Matt for that matter. He
drifted off into his own little world again; a world
where he and Jamie could have met under normal
circumstances and things could have progressed
naturally. The others talked about him but their
voices faded to insignificance in James's head until a
comment from Charlie made James realise a response was
necessary.

"Well JB, what do you think?"

"Don't be cruel mate, it's just not on," Matt chided
Charlie.

>From the combination of comment, James could deduce
exactly what it was Charlie was suggesting. Ever since
he'd caught them in the act, Charlie had been
good-naturedly offering his cock to James on every
occasion. At the time, James had turned him down
saying he was with Jamie and it wouldn't be right, but
now James couldn't really see any reason not to. But
he wanted something in return.

"Oh, I'll suck your cock!" James said
enthusiastically. Charlie couldn't believe his luck,
his mate had finally caved and he was going to get
some decent head like back at Uppingham.

"If I can fuck you." James continued. The smile on
Charlie's face froze and Matt cracked up beside
Charlie.

"Beautiful!" the Molesley punkboi laughed, slapping
his thigh at the look on Charlie's face, and James for
putting him in such a position. "Fuckin' A mate, well
done!" He slapped James on the back and even James
managed a little smile, forgetting the pain of losing
Jamie for a little while.

"Well it's made you go very quiet, having to think
about it?" Matt joked, punching his taller bandmate on
the arm.

"Well, yeah, actually." Charlie's bombshell made the
room silent as a morgue. He stared at the floor. As
the silence continued he eventually looked up. "What?
You've seen Road Trip right? Sure James can milk my
prostate if he wants! Besides, Jamie told me he gives
pretty good head. But I'm not doing any kissing."

"No way man, that'd be weird," agreed James. "So are
we gonna do this then?"

"Man, this is fucked up," said Matt, jumping up and
down like an excited schoolboy. "I'm gonna take
pictures!"

"You are NOT!" said Charlie, glowing red from his toes
to his blonde highlights. "That's the last thing I
need. Imagine if they got out -- got onto the
Internet!" He groaned inwardly and began to rethink
the move.

James could see that Charlie was mentally backing out.
"Well then let's get on with it!" he said, before his
younger bandmate could decide again. James liked
fucking, being so deep inside a hot tight hole with
someone made him feel safe and connected to them, a
connection that he'd been missing since his problems
started with Jamie. "On all fours, please!"

Charlie was surprised. "What? Now? But I though you'd
suck me first!"

"It's my way or the highway, Chaz. Oh come, on, at
least get on the bed, don't want us getting rugburns."

Charlie reluctantly did so.

"Oh, and you might need to take off your clothes,
genius." James smirked at Matt, who was spellbound in
the corner, unconsciously groping at his own crotch.
James couldn't see any sign of Matt's arousal through
the heavy denim of his jeans, but he knew it was
there. James himself was fully hard now; the thought
of popping his younger bandmate's cherry was turning
him on. As he investigated the asshole in front of
him, he saw that Charlie was completely smooth and
hairless around his hole. He was as bare there as his
legs were, only smooth and fine peach fuzz to be seen
on his buttocks. James unzipped the fly of his ¾
denims and walked on his knees to position himself
behind Charlie, pushing up against his ring. Charlie
would not give an inch, he was too tight and too tense
about getting fucked for the first time.

"Oh for crying out loud" said James. "This is never
going to work." He flipped Charlie over to see his
limp, cut penis flop onto his thigh. "We're gonna have
to get this up, for starters."  James expertly grabbed
Charlie's fuzzy balls in one hand while gently
reaching for his cock with the other. He knew that he
had to be more gentle on the head of Charlie's cut
cock -- Jamie had taught him some things already -- but
since this was the first circumcised penis he had
touched, played with, he was learning as he went
along. To be safe, he jacked the shaft of Charlie's
joystick, not wanting to over-stimulate the head.
Already, he was seeing a difference between Charlie's
cock and his own (and Jamie's). Charlie was only half
hard, but already he was making a lot of pre-cum,
slime dribbling down from his helmet onto James's
hand, which was jacking around a thickening shaft.
Charlie's cock was also different in that it was a
thing of genuine beauty. To be honest, James had never
thought of his own as anything special, and Jamie's
looked just like his -- not offensive to the eye, but
not especially attractive. Charlie's cock, however,
was magnificent. Its size helped, but more than that
it was...perfect. It was nicely tanned, not an
angry-looking red at the head, nor an anaemic white.
It was smooth, straight from left to right but with a
slight upward curve towards the tip. There was almost
no scar from the circumcision. James was in awe, and
had to restrain himself from sucking it into his hot
mouth right then and there. But he had more important
things to do.

In a stroke of genius, James decided to gather up all
of Charlie's precum and smear it on his own rock hard
cock. Charlie's eyes were closed now, and his
breathing heavy but rhythmic, he hardly noticed as
James's actions changed from a jacking off motion to a
milking one, getting as much of Charlie's slime as
possible before turning him back over and trying his
ass again. In the past, with Jamie, they had always
needed lube with each other, both being uncut they
both did not manufacture as much precum as Charlie had
done but this way James felt a perverted cyclism to
his actions, stuff coming from Charlie's front being
re-inserted into his backside.

The second James inserted a lubed finger into
Charlie's backside; he tensed right back up again.
"Shit," came the muffled response from Chazwick, head
buried in a pillow. James smirked; he'd said exactly
the same thing when Jamie was popping his cherry less
than two weeks ago. Bringing back memories of Jamie,
however, was not what he needed so he blinked them
away and started thrusting his middle finger in and
out of Charlie's fuckhole. He knew that while not
loosening Charlie up any more, it would help in relax
and speed up the experience to arousal rather than
pain for the younger boy beneath him. Already on the
deeper thrusts he could feel young Charlie's prostate,
and knew exactly what kind of pleasures each stroke
would be giving him. Looking up briefly he saw that
Matt had abandoned all pretences of passive viewing;
he had shucked all his clothes and was sitting
buck-naked on the bed, slowly fisting his boner. With
Charlie before he had always had a frantic urgency to
his actions, it had always been about getting off
quickly, but this was a whole new thing, getting the
other to enjoy the experience as much as yourself.
Seeing the fun Charlie and James were having made him
faintly jealous, but very aroused.

By now James had slipped three fingers into Charlie
and the young boy's hole was getting more and more
stretched. It was time. James didn't need to stimulate
Charlie's cock anymore to keep it hard, a steady
stream of precum was dribbling out of his cock as
James nudged his prostate with each thrust of his
finger. With this in mind, James reached round to
Charlie's cock and with one milking motion, gathered
enough of Chaz's slime to coat his dick and Charlie's
own hole. The feelings of just lubing his dick in this
hot situation meant that James was practically ready
to nut without even entering Charlie, laid
spread-eagled below him. James closed his eyes and
stopped for a second, letting the orgasmic wave inside
of him subside before going ahead. Satisfied that he
was lubed enough, James positioned himself once more
at Charlie's entrance. Already, he could sense a
difference, it felt like Charlie's ring was just that:
as ring, instead of the wall of muscle that James had
encountered on his first attempt. Applying a little
pressure, James started to enter Charlie, his foreskin
getting rolled back along his helmet as his hot, hard
knob began to penetrate his bandmate, practically two
years his junior.

Meanwhile, Charlie was having trouble believing what
was going on behind him. Every time he tried to turn
around to view the hot scene, James had pushed him
back down onto the bed with a force he hadn't seen
before. Sure, James's strength had taken him by
surprise before, most recently when a fight with some
rubber snakes for a photoshoot had drawn blood, but
even then they had only been playing. There was no fun
in the snatched glances Charlie got of James's face
any more. This was serious for him and while Charlie
was quite enjoying the fingering he was getting from
James, he hoped that he was also in some way helping
his older bandmate get through his issues with his ex.
He was really getting into the slight pressure on his
back entrance when -  -

"FUCK!"

James's cock head had slipped past Charlie's ring and
the two were now locked together, Charlie's hole
locked around James's helmet in involuntary spasm and
James having to concentrate very hard on not letting
animal instinct take over and pump mercilessly into
Charlie.

"Take it the FUCK out!" Charlie's voice cracked with
the pain and the shock of the sudden stretching he was
experiencing. James remembered how it had felt the
first time Jamie had penetrated him. Focussing not on
the memories of the other boy but on the physical
feelings he had, he remembered the feeling of betrayal
following his first fuck, when all the pleasure
disappeared for a second as the large, solid cock head
popped inside him. He also knew that he was in too
shallow to be doing anything good for Charlie's
prostate, it was just a difficult part of the
procedure that needed doing.

"Shhh. It's ok." James was surprised to hear the
amount of affection that was in his voice. "It'll
pass, the pain will pass. Just try and relax again,
ok?"

He rubbed Charlie's lower back -- a move that had
helped his own deflowering -- and was surprised to find
it slick with sweat. Looking down his own torso he saw
a similar sheen on his own chest, his small but
defined pecs housing some very pert, erect nipples. He
could feel his heartbeat in his chest too; almost see
the vibrations of it change the shimmer of the
dampness on his body. His rhythmic breathing was
making his own sixpac look pretty damn fine too, he
though with a smirk. Jamie's had had some hair but his
was smooth, and while it was partly down to the
lightness of his hair compared to Jamie's dark looks,
he thought he definitely preferred it that way.

Charlie had come to his senses and, aware that the
worst was over, was now actually proactively backing
up onto James's hard cock. Once the shock of being
entered had finished, he was surprised to feel wet
tears on his cheeks but he was even more surprised to
find that he wanted James inside of him, wanted to be
made complete and full by his bandmate. James's
affection in rubbing his back hadn't escaped him
either and while normally he wouldn't approve he was
so caught up in the moment that it didn't seem to
matter.

Inch by inch disappeared inside of Charlie and inch by
inch of pleasure vibrated through him, just as inch by
inch of hot, lubed muscle surrounded James's dick,
causing him to shudder with the feelings. James's
rubbings had continued long after Charlie's whimpering
subsided, and it had now turned into a more powerful
caressing. Finally, Charlie felt something brush up
against his butt cheeks; it was the pubes of his first
fuck. James noticed too, and slowly began moving in
and out of Charlie's ass, slowly at first and then
picking up pace until they were sharing a proper
fucking motion.

Matt couldn't believe what he was watching. Part of
him wanted to join in but he appreciated that this was
not a horny session like those he had participated in
before; it was a pact between two friends which he'd
not had the balls to enter. He also acknowledged that
this was a therapy of sorts for James, and he did not
want to fuck anything up for his friend. Sex with
Charlie was a way of getting the pain of Jamie out of
his system and Matt respected that. However it didn't
stop him from getting very turned on by the hot scenes
in front of him, and he continued to fist his boner
while watching the action. He kept approaching orgasm
then holding off, letting his feelings subside before
restarting. This is what he liked during sex as well,
building to almost a climax before relaxing and
letting his feelings build again. He found it resulted
in a more powerful orgasm when he finally did cum.

James was lost inside his own thoughts now. He was
still unconsciously rubbing Charlie's back and
backside but his eyes had closed and in his mind it
was Jamie he was fucking, not Charlie. He was
surprised at how much one asshole felt like another;
if he pictured it enough he could pretend it was Jamie
beneath him. He opened his eyes and looked down,
confused. Why would he want to think of Jamie when in
fact Charlie was much better looking? His smooth,
glistening and tanned back shook under each of James's
thrusts and his toes flexed from his knees right down
to his soft furry thighs and his feet, in trying to
keep balance. His face was a picture as he enjoyed
each thrust more and more; a slight wince still passed
his features when James went in deep, which relaxed
into pleasure and his prostate got massaged and probed
by James's dick. The look on Charlie's face was enough
to send James over the top and he started bucking his
hips faster, eager to get off. Charlie's outtakes of
breath on each thrust soon made their way into mini
groans and James ended up pounding Charlie's ass in
time with his moans of pleasure. With a final "engh"
James pushed into Charlie right to the hilt and stayed
deep inside of him as pulses of pleasure ran through
his cock and balls, before flowing over the rest of
his body. He was unaware that his toes were cramping
up as his orgasm continued, unaware that Matt had
stood up to get a closer look at James's orgasm face
up close. He didn't even hear Charlie cursing under
his breath, trying to get his wind back after the
pummelling. Judging by the contortions of his hole,
Charlie had been pretty close to cumming too before
James climaxed, he was sure it wouldn't take much
sucking to get him spurting. He slid out of Charlie
with a little pop and his semi flopped down onto his
thighs leaving a smeary trail of cum.

Charlie rolled onto his back on the bed, lowering his
legs down straight and looking at James, still
recovering a little and shaking on the bed. His face
was tearstained, but so was James's. He suspected that
while his was from the shock of having his cherry
popped, James's tears were of a more emotional nature,
as he suspected James had used this fuck to try and
get over Jamie. Charlie just wasn't sure if it had
worked.

"Shit man... just... fuckin' amazing!" Matt broke the
awkward post-orgasm silence with his own, very frank,
reflection on matters. He was right, he had stopped to
think while the other were fucking, just how many
teenage girls would simultaneously be heartbroken to
see these images, yet not be able to get enough of
them. He thought of how much a stolen paparazzi shot
would raise from the tabloids, of how many girls (and,
probably, boys) had fantasized about such a coupling.
"How do you feel Charlie?"

"Erm... pretty empty, actually, now," replied Charlie
honestly. "It was like, really full and close when
James was..." he was still too embarrassed to verbalise
what he had just done with James. "...but now I feel,
lonely... empty." He looked at Matt longingly and using
his puppy-dog eyes from under his sexy dark eyebrows.

James meanwhile had recovered and was just about to
get to work on Charlie's throbbing, VERY hard cock
when a hand stopped him. It was Matt's. His other was
jacking his cock, getting it hard and ready for
something...

"Sorry mate, can't let you do that just yet. Y'see,
I'm gonna help out my mate Charlie here and I kind of
need access, if you know what I mean..."

Charlie just breathed lustfully. "Fun fun fun," he
murmured.

TO BE CONTINUED

So that's it so far. Flames and feedback (and,
doubtless, more copies of SoBig-F) to
monging_ming@yahoo.co.uk please! I want to know where
to take this story after the next chapter, hearing
from you guys is what keeps me going. But I'm going to
be on holiday for two weeks so don't expect any more
too soon!