Date: Sat, 06 May 2006 09:44:10 +0000
From: Patrick Carter <pcwtosh@hotmail.co.uk>
Subject: Goldspunk 2

Calvin arrived in America. He didn't know what he was going to do or whom he
was going to speak to. His plans were simply to see the sites. At that
moment room service knocked on the door.

"Message for Mr Goldspink. There is a taxi outside awaiting your presence
sir. It has been ordered by management to entertain you for today."

Calvin was surprised that the record company had gone to such lengths for
him but he wasn't going to argue. He got dressed as he was only clothed in
his tight CK boxers. He left the hotel in his customary tight shirt and
jeans. The taxi was driving for a while; he saw many sights along the way
until the taxi turned into a television studio. The taxi pulled up and heard
the driver say something about Malcolm in the Middle.

The director of the show who seemed quite nice met him at the door.

"So you're Calvin Goldspink, it good to meet you."

"Yeah it's great to be hear, is it okay if I speak to Frankie and the
others."

"Of course, they'll just be in their dressing rooms."

Calvin made his way towards the dressing rooms. He knocked on the door of
Frankie Muniz's dressing room.

"Would you just Fuck Off and leave me in peace." Calvin was taken aback.
Frankie always seemed so nice on the telly both in looks and personality.
Calvin walked further down the hallway. The next dressing room was Justin
Berfield's. If there was anyone Calvin loved as much as he loved Aaron it
was Justin Berfield. Calvin stood at the door ready to knock but he just
couldn't do it. After Frankie had been so harsh to him, he would be
devastated if Justin were the same. At that moment the door swung open.

"Erik finally I've... who are you? Wait I know you you're that British popstar
aren't you?"

"Errr yeah I am."

"Hi I'm Justin and you're Calvin..."

"Goldspink"

"Goldspunk"

"No no Goldspink."

"I know. Come in have a seat. So what brings you to America?"

"I just wanna get away and relax, you know what it's like all work and no
play."

"Yeah. Sometimes I just want to go far far away and return when I feel like
it. So do you want a drink? I got water, coke or bacardi but only the weak
ones cos I can't be drunk on stage."

"Yeah I'll have a bacardi." Justin walked over to the fridge and took out
two bacardis.

"So what's England like as a country I mean I hear it's a really nice place
from Frankie. I mean I was going to go there later this year. Actually can I
stay with you while I'm out there cos I hate having to stay in a hotel full
of strangers."

"Well, I'd have to ask my mum but I think she'd say yes."

There was a knock at the door.

"Come in. Hi Erik finally I've been waiting. You know how long since I last
shot. Last time I saw you. Anyway this is Calvin. He's British."

"Justin I can't do it now with him in the room."

"Sure you can and you can offer him as well."

Calvin was confused as to what they were talking about.

"Erik please. I've got to go on in ten minutes, just a quick one."

"Okay fine." Erik sighed.

A huge smile spread across Justin's face and he winked at Calvin. Erik
walked towards Justin who unbuttoned his jeans. Erik pulled down Justin's
boxers and put his limp dick into his mouth. Calvin watched wide-eyed and
aroused as the cute Erik Per Sullivan was blowing Justin Berfield. Erik did
this nearly everytime they met for another recording. Justin had his right
hand on the back of Erik's head pushing it further and further onto his now
throbbing cock. Calvin was also throbbing and he desperately wanted to touch
himself but he couldn't in front of two relative strangers. Justin continued
to pound Erik's face until he said he was going to cum. Erik pulled off and
Justin continued until he shot into one of his old shirts he was holding.

"Thanks Erik. I really needed that. He doesn't swallow," he said to Calvin
who was still in shock at what he had seen.

"Does Frankie still need to or not?"

"I don't know you'll have to ask him. Anyway thanks bro."

Justin saw the look still plastered on Calvin's face.

"Oh come on you wouldn't say yes if a guy offered you a blowjob?"

"Well I would but..."

"What's the problem then?"

"I just never expected you to be gay. I mean Justin Berfield."

"Have you got a problem with that or something."

"No, no, I'm just shocked that's it."

"When we've finished I can get Erik to blow you as well. Trust me he is
good."

"JUSTIN COME ON WE'RE READY FOR YOUR SEEN NOW."

"OKAY BE THERE IN A MINUTE. You gonna stick around and watch?"

"Sure."


They returned to the canteen after they had finished. It was just the three
Wilkerson brothers. Both Bob Cranston and Jane Kaczarmek had gone to their
own dressing rooms.

"Well what are you guys doing for the rest of the day?" Frankie asked.

"Nothing."

"Nothing."

"Well I got nothing to do either you all wanna come to my trailer?"

"Yeah sure, but can Calvin come?"

"Who?"

"Calvin didn't you see him. He is that sexy British popstar kid. He's a
really nice guy."

"Oh shit. I think I might have yelled at him earlier. I thought he was
another journalist. Yeah sure I might need to apologise to him."

Justin returned to his dressing room where Calvin was waiting.

"Come on we're going to Frankie trailer."

"What no he told me to fuck off earlier."

"Yeah he told me about that just come on."

They left for Frankie's trailer Calvin was nervous. He wasn't sure why he
agreed to go but he went along anyway. Justin opened the door to the
trailer.

"Hey guys."

"Hi."

Frankie stood up and walked over to Calvin.

"Look man I'm really sorry about earlier I thought you were someone else."

Calvin felt so much better. They all sat down on the sofas laughing and
joking.

"You know hat would make this better? I bit of alcohol right Calvin?"

Frankie looked at Justin then proceeded to his own private mini bar hidden
under his bed. His own parents didn't even know about it and they had both
visited his trailer. He brought out 4 beers and tossed one to Justin, Calvin
and Erik.

"You drink Calvin?"

"Yeah I have the odd beer with Aaron."

"Who's Aaron?"

"Aaron is my bandmate from S Club 8."

"Oh. He's that other sexy one isn't he?" Frankie looked at Justin a little
shocked.

"You said you only loved me."

"I said that to try and get you into bed."

"I'm hurt, truly hurt."

"Ah please. The way you turned me down. Justin you're a great friend but I'm
never gonna love a man, I'm never gonna have sex with a man, not even you.
That hurt."

"I was just trying not to hurt your feelings."

"Well you did a very bad job of it."

The quartet continued drinking. Luckily it was the last and not the first
day of filming as each of them was nearly unable to stand.

"So Calvin what brings you to America?"

"I just wanted to relax. Get away from work in England. Maybe have a bit of
fun."

"What kind of fun?" Justin was hopeful.

"Well actually is was hoping to have some good fun." Calvin moved closer to
Justin. "You know what I'm talking about."

They were so close together they could smell the alcohol on each other's
breathes. Calvin grabbed Justin's head and kissed him on the lips. Frankie
and Erik looked on gob-smacked. Their good friend Justin was there in front
of them kissing another guy. Justin was groping around taking a handful of
Calvin's ass. The two of them continued taking no notice of the others
around them. Justin had pulled Calvin's jeans down to his ankles and was
trying to push down his boxers. Calvin helped him out pushing them down.
Justin went straight for his cock. Taking Calvin's entire dick in his mouth.
Frankie looked on completely engrossed in what was going on in front of him.
Erik was totally aroused and wanted to join in. Justin continued to suck on
Calvin while Calvin tried to unbutton his jeans. Justin's huge boner made it
difficult for Calvin to get his trousers and underwear off. As he got them
off he pushed Justin off his cock and lay on the sofa. Justin knew straight
away what Calvin wanted and he obliged. Justin leaned in and licked Calvin's
hole. Calvin loved it. Justin finished at Calvin's hole and placed his dick
at the hole. In one slow movement he pushed his cock in. Calvin was used to
the pain so it didn't hurt as much. Justin moved in and out of Calvin's hot
hole. Both of them had that feeling of ecstasy. Erik couldn't hold it
anymore. He pulled down his trousers and walked over to the pair of fucking
teens. Justin rolled them onto their side and Erik moved to the front of
them. He slowly pushed himself onto Calvin's dick. The three of them were
now moving to Justin's rhythm. Frankie was feeling left out and wanted to do
something. He thought to himself he was drunk enough to use that as an
excuse. The three of them were now all kneeling on Frankie's sofa, which he
made a mental note to burn afterwards. Justin was pumping harder and harder.
Calvin was feeling so good, his hole was being stretched ever so slightly
and his prostate was being tickled. On the other side his cock was being
covered by the extra tight virgin hole of Erik who had such a soft bum.
Justin couldn't take it anymore more. He shot his second load of the day up
Calvin's ass. Calvin went a couple of seconds later shooting a full load of
white cum into Erik's soft ass. Justin and Calvin were finished but Erik
wasn't. Frankie walked over and took Erik's cock in his mouth. He sucked
Erik's pole, which was growing plenty of hairs at the base. Frankie wasn't
used to doing this but knew basically what to do as Erik had done it for him
plenty of times. Erik loved it.

"Frankie I'm cumming." Frankie just continued to suck Erik's cock until the
boy exploded shooting his cum down the throat of Frankie Muniz. Justin
looked on amazed at what he was seeing. Frankie wasn't gay but he was
drinking Erik Per Sullivan's cum.

Justin and Calvin slept that night together on the sofa. Erik slept on the
other sofa and Frankie slept in his huge king-size bed. As for Calvin's
hotel room that was empty but the hotel wasn't worried cos well it was still
paid for.