Date: Mon, 25 Aug 2003 00:29:00 +0100 (BST)
From: Hmm Hmm <monging_ming@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: Boys Get Busted: Interlude part two.

INTRODUCTION: This is the concluding part of the
interlude. Though it does not finish or have any kind
of closure at the end of this chapter, it's where I'm
leaving it. I'm going to work on the main story after
this instead!

DISCLAIMER: I still don't know Busted personally, so
cannot reflect upon their true sexualities. None of
this happened to the best of my knowledge in real life
and I'm SURE Busted don't drink to excess or use
illegal substances. Too often.

"Goddamn." James stumbled into some broken glass as he
staggered up out of his chair. He was angry that he'd
obviously missed a good time last night judging by the
mess around him and the way Matt and Charlie were
spreadeagled on the bed beside him. This always
happened -- he always got drowsy after too much alcohol
and it looked like last night had been no exception.
His crusty blue shirt proved his suspicions that he'd
lost all bodily control last night -- he always
dribbled in his sleep, that was why he hated
travelling and sleeping on trains. What he didn't know
was that the dried dribble on his shirt was also mixed
with the cum of his two bandmates.

Coming back from the bathroom, James felt a little
more human. His hair still fell lank across his face,
getting so long now it was almost in his eyes, but his
face was splashed with clean water and he'd had a piss
(the whole reason he woke up in the first place). He
was so thirsty he'd tried drinking the tap water as
he'd splashed his face, but it wasn't cold or
plentiful enough. He half laughed to himself as he
opened the minibar door: as sure as day turned into
night, youcould be sure that the only item left
untouched in the Busted minibar was the water!

He greedily gulped down the icy Evian, hating that it
only came in the small bottles. For some reason his
breath was more disgusting than normal today, the many
happy returns of last night's Indian mixed with some
salty, musty tang which triggered recognition in the
back of James's mind but no more. Still a little
drunk, he decided the best course of action was to
take a shower. Fully clothed.

Normally James's shower routine was to get nekkid
first and then to turn on the water, reaching from
outside of the tub until the water's temperature was
just right, before stepping in and directing the water
at his feet until he'd adjusted it more. But alcohol
makes experts of everyone, and while the shower was
still icy James plunged in clothes and all. He gasped
as the cold water hit him, making his shirt cling to
his trim body and his dark denim 3/4 lengths got heavier
and heavier. Eventually they just sagged and fell to
the floor of the tub leaving just his shirt and Union
Jack boxers. The shirt went next, to the floor of the
bath as well before James dropped his boxers and stood
right under the water, now heating up to a more
reasonable temperature.

James threw his head back, letting the water cascade
directly onto his face and into his open mouth. He
absent-mindedly rubbed his chest against the slight
chill of the shower, his hardened nipples erect and
causing the water to flow either side of them, around
his slight but defined pecs and down to his fuzzy cute
belly button. He had the hint of a six-pac but it did
not show unless he tensed. From his bellybutton there
was a definite treasure trail of dark hair down, where
the water now continued through his downy dark pubes,
to the base of his cock. Considering the temperature
of the water, James's penis was pretty small at
present and hanging limp down to his balls, which were
also shrunken up and clinging to his body. As the
water fell over his shoulders it flowed down his
smooth, muscular back and over his perfect bubble
butt, with just a slight covering of peachy fuzz on
it. It then flowed down his hairy legs (a softer, less
coarse hair than Matt's, but definitely more than
Charlie's -- James suspected he shaved on the sly)
before going over his cute big feet and into the
plughole.

The shower was really waking James up. He still felt
like shit, his head hurt and he couldn't anticipate
EVER eating again, but he felt more alive. He hated
the fuzzy-headedness of early morning hangovers. He'd
rather just be sick quickly and get it over with, but
it looked like today was not going to be a "sick" day.
He washed under his armpits, feeling the soft hair
under his arms and ran his hands briefly over his back
before washing his chest. He enjoyed playing with his
nipples, they were like funny toys he had decided,
amazing that just by touching and tweaking them he
could make them harder and more erect, and then by
leaving them a couple of minutes they'd fade back to
their original state. He had a small circle of fine
blonde hairs around each nipple -- practically
invisible unless you looked close up -- and enjoyed
watching them change and move in reaction to the
current of the downward shower and his own movements
on his nipples.

This attention to his nipples was making him a little
hard; James forced himself to wash completely before
stepping out of the shower, towelling his lovely
blonde hair with the small white towels provided by
the hotel. He made no attempt to dry the rest of
himself; instead he stared at his reflection in the
mirror and admired every bit of the specimen before
his eyes. He looked again at his pecs and six-pac,
liking that he was fit and toned but not overly
muscular. As the thinnest of the band (Charlie still
had some boyish puppy fat, despite his height, and
Matt was quite chunky), James liked being slimmer and
having to work less for his muscles to be visible. It
was an injoke that he wore skeleton t-shirts all he
time purely because he was skin and bone in real life
too! But he knew he was more than that, and he knew
that thousands of teenage girls (and it hadn't escaped
his attention; a few boys too) would kill to have the
view that he was having now. He also knew that his
cock was responding to his erotic thoughts. He had
felt it get heavier and fill with blood as he was
playing with his tits in the shower, but now it was
rising of it's own accord, currently about at
half-mast, sticking out straight from his body and not
yet at full size, thickness or strength. He spread his
legs a little and began to rub lower, down to his
belly button and then running his hands through his
still wet and soft pubes. He tickled the base of his
cock a little, being careful not to be too full on
just yet, he wanted to make this last. His six and a
half inches was not much compared to either bandmate --
both registered over the 7 mark, he'd heard them
bragging, but it was his, and it was hot.

Suddenly thinking about Charlie and Matt, catching him
at any moment made his patience soon go out of the
window and before long he was jacking on his cock
furiously, desperate to get off. He watched in the
mirror as his foreskin flew back and forth over the
red, angry-looking knob of his cock, and he reminded
himself of how hot he looked. He threw his head back
as his orgasm approached, with his right hand he
continued pumping and with his left he pinched his
left nipple hard, gritting his teeth as his hips
bucked involuntarily. At first, there was nothing to
be seen and for a second James stopped to note that it
was strange that his hips always started cumming
before his cock did, and then all coherent though was
lost as the orgasm took over. His cock suddenly got
harder than it had been previously, swelled to what
seemed twice its size, and the first shot flew out of
James's dick and over the hotel's full-length mirror.
The second followed soon after and splattered slightly
below the first's impact. James was in ecstasy, seeing
stars with his head still thrown back, his eyes
rolling in their sockets. His heartbeat was racing and
seemed to be pounding much more heavily than before.
His balls had all but disappeared inside his body and
his cock was getting sore from all the jacking -- he
suddenly realised that his orgasm was over. His
softening cock was still weeping a little cum and
without thinking James licked off the small amount
that had dribbled onto his finger. It was then that
James realised what the taste in his mouth had been
earlier that morning, he'd had someone else's cum in
his mouth earlier that evening!

Hastily grabbing a towel and wrapping it around
himself (being a hotel freebie it was small and
James's semi made quite a bulge in the white fabric),
James went back outside to confront the others about
what exactly HAD happened that night.

THE END

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