Date: Sun, 17 Aug 2003 15:35:48 +0100 (BST)
From: Hmm Hmm <monging_ming@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: Boys get Busted: Part two, Charlie and Matt

USUAL DISCLAIMER: This fictitious story is just that:
fiction. It sadly does not reflect the true
sexualities (as far as I know) of the fabulously
talented band, Busted. If you're American and haven't
heard of them, you can buy their brilliant self-titled
album from Amazon.co.uk or something like that, or
hell, probably even download some tracks for free. Not
that I condone that, of course. I recommend "Britney"
and "You Said No."
PS. This story mentions a school in England. I have
never been to the aforementioned school, and I'm sure
stuff mentioned in this story does not REALLY go on
there. (Yeah, Right).

1) Don't read this if you're underage or if it's
illegal cos your local government's backwards.
2) Don't read this if guy/guy sex offends you.
3) Be safe -- rubber up.

"You can call me crazy" said Charlie, exasperated as
he explained what he just seen to Matt. "But I know
what I saw." The 18-year-old had just walked in on his
bandmate James shagging another boy their age and had
fled the scene after being sprung watching them.

"You ARE crazy, mate; guys just don't do that stuff
with other guys. Not in the real world anyways. You
must have seen them mopping up a spilt drink or
something... James isn't queer!" The oldest of the
group, Matt was currently sporting bottle-blonde
spikes on a bed of black roots. Since they were
winding down after the gig, his nooky ass was left
hanging out of the top of his loose jeans, unchecked
in his boxers. He had been lying on the bed watching a
movie, but as Charlie had burst in with his
revelation, had sat bolt upright at the news.

"Well...it doesn't necessarily make him queer..." Charlie
trailed off...

"Does in my book, mate! What do you mean?"

"Well, it's just that, what about prison? Guys do guys
there but they're not gay. And...boarding schools..."
Charlie was looking at the ground now, his bushy
eyebrows hiding his eyes from Matt's view.

"But we're not prisoners, OR public schoolboy..." Matt
stopped when something in his mind clicked -- he
himself had been to a modest Molesey comprehensive,
but Charlie... Charlie had gone to a posh public school
himself! "Mate...what are you saying?"

"Don't get me wrong, I just mean that sometimes if
you're separated from girls and girlfriends for a long
time...you look for ways around the problem." At
"problem", Charlie gestured to his trousers, an Armani
pair which he complimented with a hot pink shirt and
black tie, all still sweaty from the gig. "Some people
say if you're not doing something with another girl,
it's not cheating..."

Matt couldn't believe what he was hearing; one of his
best mates was practically admitting that he'd screwed
around with other guys! He'd always been more distant
from Charlie than James, their backgrounds being so
different, but he'd never expected this revelation
from him. The news was almost as much as a shock to
his system as the initial story about James. James had
always been "sensitive" -- if he'd gone to school with
Mattie he'd probably have good naturedly called him
"poof" or something, he could understand it more from
James...but Charlie seemed all man. His deep voice,
pretty-but-rugged good looks and domineering height
made him an unlikely gay, so Matt was stunned.
"Spell it out for me...I don't want to assume anything
here, Charlie."

"I've messed around before. When there's not girls
around...anyone's fist is better than your own, and
reciprocating-" Charlie noted the blank look on Matt's
face "-doing it back to the other guy -- is a small
price to pay for a good cum."

Matt stared on, stunned. While Charlie had been
talking Matt's hand had absent-mindedly dropped down
to the low crotch of his own jeans. What he had found
there was a surprise -- he was hard, and he didn't know
how or why.

"The rules are simple," Charlie continued. "You don't
talk about it to anyone else unless you've done stuff
with them too, and you never call it "gay" -- it's just
two (or more) lads messing around cos they're horny."
Chazwick's memories of his time at Uppingham and his
school before that were making him horny, too. His
hardness was becoming visible inside the flimsy cloth
of the trousers.

"What else happened?" Matt was transfixed, idly
rubbing his cock through his boxers.

"Well, if you could find a genuinely gay guy you were
set! They love nothing better than giving blowjobs,
and often didn't want anything more than a wank in
return. I'll tell you something; I love girls and I'm
not gay, but ladies just can't give head like guys
can."

An awkward silence followed. Charlie was worried that
he had told his band mate and friend too much, and was
also lost in happy memories of the horny fun he had
had in his youth. Matt was contemplating the news
Charlie had just dumped on him, and contemplating the
possibilities! If what Charlie was doing wasn't gay
AND wasn't cheating, then what was to stop him doing
it? He had a girlfriend, true, but their hectic
conflicting schedules made seeing her difficult, and
seeing her long enough to get some action near
impossible. Also, he was INCREDIBLY horny, and seeing
the lump in Charlie's trousers wasn't helping his
situation any.

Charlie sat on the bed next to Matt. Both stared
ahead, not sure what to do next. They had been a long
way together, along with James, but this was uncharted
territory and neither completely trusted the other
that this wasn't some kind of huge prank.

Finally Matt spoke, his voice husky with lust. "So are
we gonna do this then?"

Charlie didn't say anything, didn't even look at Matt.
He simply stood up, undid his black belt and let the
smart trousers fall to his ankles. All that was left
was his tight black elasticated boxers to hide an
impressive 7+inch cock, pulsing and pointing and 45
degrees away from his body.

Matt took a deep breath and stood, his wide-waisted
trousers falling down without any need of assistance.
His boxers were plain cotton, with a checked pattern.
It meant that his bulge was more restricted and
therefore less obvious, but there was doubting that he
was as turned on as Charlie. They turned to face each
other, making eye contact for the first time in about
15 minutes. Matt grinned and, taking Charlie by
surprise, went to pull down his own boxers but faked
at the last minute and pulled down Charlie's instead.

"You bastard!" said Charlie, laughing, the
uncomfortable tension broken. He lunged at Matt,
pushing him onto the bed, and in doing so pulled down
his underwear. There was another pause as both took in
the new sights in front of them.

Matt's cock was shorter than Charlie's, but fatter and
uncircumcised. It stuck straight out, a pale contrast
from the nest of black hairs surrounding it, maybe
just under 7 inches. Charlie had seen many bigger and
smaller than this in his time, but this was something
different, the member of the guy he had spent nearly
the last two years with and had never seen. Matt's
eyes, meanwhile, were bulging out of their sockets.
Before him stood a beautiful, tanned and smooth cock,
bigger than his own, but not grotesquely or comically
so. It stood almost upright, circumcised which was a
surprise, and leaking precum. It curved upwards
slightly so that with each heartbeat Charlie's spongy
head would brush his bellybutton, leaving a trail of
slime between the two.

Matt was transfixed and automatically reached out to
touch the thing of beauty in front of him -- no longer
did he think about the beatings he would get from his
friends back home in Molesey, it was all about the
here and now. Charlie moaned as Matt wrapped his hands
around the thick shaft and reached out to do the same
to Matt. He worked Matt's loose skin over the top of
his helmet again and again, jacking him off quickly
and efficiently. Matt was a little less skilled than
Charlie, the new angle put him off and Charlie's cock
was the first cut schlong he had seen. Charlie was
also leaking huge amount of precum, a new experience
for Matt. Still, he seemed to be doing something right
as Charlie started bucking into his hands.

Matt was now lying on the bed, with Charlie straddling
his knees above him. They were in a perfect position
for pumping each other's hard tools, while keeping a
suitably "manly" distance from each other.

Charlie was enjoying this; he hadn't been with a boy
in a long time, and Matt's inexperience did not seem
to matter since the grasp of another boy was still 100
times more proficient than the fumbling yanks of a
teenaged girl fan. Yes, pussy was another thing, but
when it came to whacking off, men just knew what to do
together. He ground into Mattie's fist, breathing
heavily, his eyes rolling back into his head. Below
him, Matt was doing the same, under Charlie's faster
but shallower pumps. He could feel himself getting
close, but he was worried about what should happen --
did Charlie used to cum on his friend's hands? Or did
he warn them to stop and then finish himself off? As
he thought this, Charlie's hand gripped him more
tightly and he was sent over the edge into oblivion as
his stomach muscles tightened up and he let out an
involuntary "Shit!" He pumped three, four, five times
into Charlie's grip, shooting onto his hand and over
his belly. As he came, he unconsciously grasped
Charlie extra hard, and pushed and pulled as he
thrashed out of control. This was enough for Charlie
who now threw his head back and ground up against
Matt's softening cock as he spurted. The angle of his
cock was such that his cum just went to join Matt's
puddle on Matt's belly, but the spurts were so strong
that they went up to his nipples, which were still
going up and down in time with Matt's laboured
breathing.

They paused to get their breath back, the two of them
still on a lusty high, not yet burdened by the
embarrassment of what they'd done, in their
post-orgasmic glow. Each released the other's
softening cock and wiped their cummy hands on the
bedsheet below them.

"Now that's what I call a show," came a voice from the
other single bed in the room. Unbeknownst to them,
James had come in and sat down, with his lover from
downstairs. They sat, hand in hand, on the bed,
watching Matt and Charlie frantically get back into
their clothes, Matt pausing before pulling his T-shirt
down, wincing as the cold cum spread across his skin
and made the T-shirt stick to him. "Don't hurry on our
accounts lads," said James, this time a smirk on his
face. "After all, Charlie's already seen me now
haven't you mate?" The bashful, shy James was gone, he
had a power over them now that he hadn't had before --
they'd done the same things he had, they were no
different! "I think it's time we had a talk, don't
you?" He changed positions on the bed, sitting on the
side of it while he could back up into his lover's
arms.

Jamie rested his head on James's shoulder, watching
the other two with a shocked look on his face; he had
never expected this! Taking the shift at the hotel
that night was possibly the best thing he had done to
his life, and he hadn't even know how it would turn
out! "Well," he thought to himself. "At least I know
they wont forget me!"

TO BE CONTINUED?