Date: Wed, 15 Oct 2003 16:54:03 +0100 (BST)
From: Hmm Hmm <monging_ming@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: Boys Get Busted: All the Way part two

DISCLAIMER: I do not know if any of this could happen.
I wish it could, maybe when I met them on Saturday?
But to the best of my knowledge they're not. So don't
go suing. ;)

INTRODUCTION: This is the fourth part of my "Boys get
Busted" stories. This is probably the last to feature
all three boys, after this it's back to Jamie and
James. If you want more Charlie and Matt action,
please write it yourself! I can't believe the response
I've had from so many gay Busted fans, yet no-one else
is writing about them. Crashed The Wedding, the quite
fabulous debut single from Busted's new album, is out
November 10th with the album following a week later.
If you want to see some Busted-on-Busted action, check
out the video for the new single. You'll be surprised.

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. This story is dedicated to Alex.


"And another one?"
"And another one."
James and Charlie couldn't believe it. Matt, the
no-nonsense punk boi from Kent was going to get in on
their man action? James looked deep into Matt's eyes.
There was uncertainty there, sure, but there was also
a longing to be included and almost a look of love for
his fellow bandmates who, minutes ago, he had watched
fuck to climax.

"Don't forget, I'm getting my cock sucked as well,"
said Charlie. "I want you in my backside, mate, but I
want James clamped on my front too. And Matt? Go
gentle?"

Matt got a devilish look in his eyes as he positioned
himself at Charlie's hole, which was still slick with
James's cum. Charlie was now lying on his back, legs
spread and bent upwards with the soles of his feet
flat on the bed. James was idly sitting next to him,
slowly jacking his cock, waiting for Matt to make his
move before repaying the deal to Charlie. Matt grabbed
Charlie just below the knees and pulled him down on
the bed so that Charlie's hole was moving towards
Matt's cock, which stuck straight out and pointed
almost directly at Charlie's asshole. As he pushed in,
James swallowed Charlie's tool right down to the base,
causing Charlie first to cry out in pain, and then
change his yelp to a moan of satisfaction; James had
certainly learnt all about deep-throating in his two
weeks of homosexuality.

For Matt, this was all too weird. The feelings around
his cock were like fucking the tightest pussy ever...
and so much hotter, with so much...movement! At the far
point of his mind was a tiny voice that said "Think
what comes out of that hole you're fucking!" but at
the same time another voice was saying just as loudly
"But think how good it feels!" Charlie's innards were
massaging the entire length of Matt's stubby, fat
cock, and Charlie for his part, was wriggling like a
stuck pig. The combined arousal of being sucked into
James's gullet and having his prostate prodded by his
older bandmate Matt was just incredible, it felt like
one continuous small orgasm, yet all the time building
to a higher peak. After James stretching him, Mattie
had slipped easily into Charlie's hole and now there
was no discomfort, just pleasure.

James kept sucking at Charlie, knowing that it
wouldn't be long until his young bandmate would get
off, seeing as how he'd already been fucked once and
now was getting penetrated again. Again and again he
swiped his tongue over Charlie's circumcised slit and
time after time he was rewarded with another gallon of
pre-cum, which James swallowed down greedily. He had
stopped deep-throating now and focussed instead on
stimulating the head of Charlie's large cock, which
pulsed with every heartbeat; James could feel it rise
and fall in his mouth. He remembered when he felt this
at one with Jamie and missed it. He felt warm feelings
for Charlie of course, like he did with Matt, but he
thought of them both as brothers only, and this act
they were sharing was strictly carnal, he knew that.
He was interrupted from his thoughts by a stronger,
slightly higher groan from Charlie, and at the same
time felt his Charlie's manly hands on the back of his
head, clutching slightly painfully at his head.

Charlie's eyes had rolled back in their sockets and
his instincts were taking over, each hump into James's
mouth brought him slightly closer to orgasm, slightly
higher on the slope to the peak of cumming. James and
Matt has just about achieved synchrony, he thought
with a smirk as Matt's push forced Charlie's crotch
towards James's mouth, which at the same time bobbed
to take slightly more of Chaz's cock. Matt was now
right up inside the posh boy, and the feelings flowing
through him were fantastic, a judder of electricity
with each swipe over the prostate. He knew that
letting himself be fucked wasn't exactly the most
manly thing in the world, but then he looked down at
his older bandmember James swallowing his cock and
thought to himself, "The rules just don't apply any
more."

If Charlie's feelings were fantastic, Matt's were
unbelievable! The hot and tight hole he was now
fucking was at least ten times more inviting and
engulfing than any cunt he had entered, and he was
seriously beginning to appreciate the benefits of
manlove, despite that same voice in his head telling
him which hole it was exactly that he was penetrating.
He didn't care; it was manly, what he was doing.
Penetrating another was the very definition of
masculinity, and he wasn't compromising his own
sexuality. Besides, he didn't care right now, it felt
so fucking GOOD. He reached around and grasped
Charlie's hips to increase his fucking power, and with
each thrust his fingers grazed through James's hair,
James's head thrusting in the other direction to meet
Matt's thrusts and Charlie's cock.

"Ungh." That was Charlie, and Matt suddenly felt like
he was a cow in a milking machine; his cock was being
grasped by Charlie's insides and being manipulated and
contorted, and it felt fuckin' great! A second later,
Matt realised what was happening; Charlie was cumming,
cumming into James's mouth. Charlie's convulsions
sparked off a chain reaction in Matt, and
unconsciously Matt's hips bucked faster and faster
into the young man in front of him until SLAM! Matt
drove into Charlie up to the hilt and stayed there,
falling over his back and resting his head on
Charlie's shoulders as his cock spurted up into
Charlie's hole one, two, three times before falling
out with a little pop.

Charlie now felt strangely empty again after cumming
into James's mouth and having had Matt cum into his
ass. That feeling, of losing sperm through one exit
only to gain it being driven up inside his ass from
another, was something he wouldn't forget for a long
time. He looked down at his softening cock, and
noticed something; James had drawn a little blood -- a
little scrape on the top of his penis, near where the
base met his pelvis. Smirking to himself he thought he
might have been a bit rough with JB. Where WAS James
anyhow? Charlie'd been so lost in his world of orgasm
that he didn't notice James slip away to the bathroom.
Matt was still cleaning his cock, paranoid, looking
for any sign of shit or any other evidence that his
cock had been "up there". Charlie laughed at this --
Matt's post-orgasmic high was hardly long and drawn
out. He himself reached into the minibar for a beer
and waited for hit turn in the bathroom.

Inside, James was sitting on the toilet, heads held in
his hands looking into space (think like that bit in
the Sleeping With The Light On video where he's
missing the one he loves). In fact, he was missing the
one he loved. This recent trail of lust he'd embarked
on with his friends was too little. He thought it
would be therapeutic, but it had just left him empty
and aching for one thing; he wanted Jamie back.
Amazingly, he hadn't gotten off during the band's hot
threesome and he still had a rock-hard cock waiting
for release. He vowed at that moment that the next
"release" would be saved for Jamie, and no one else.
He strode from the bathroom, stopping in the room only
to change his t-shirt (an Incredible Hulk one, still
covered in Charlie's cum from the blowjob) to a
skeleton design before heading straight out. Charlie
and Matt were already asleep -- together on the same
bed.
James muttered to himself as he left: "So much I need
to say, now he's mine."