Date: Sun, 09 Oct 2005 17:22:52 +0000
From: twm morgan <twmmorgan@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Wonders of Will Young: Chapter 5

***Disclaimer***
If you are under the age to read porn or it is not
accepted in your area, please leave now. The fictional
story below is completely from my imagination. Nothing
from it is true.only in my dreams.

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Chapter 5

Will woke the next morning, his throat feeling very dry
and painful. He placed his grey robe around his broad
naked shoulders and walk towards the kitchen. He put the
kettle on and returned to the bedroom where he searched
his open suitcase for the brochure of the hotel. Finding
it, he sat on the bed and picked up the phone. He hoped
the picture had been found.

In big bold but elegant writing he read the cover - The
Grand Hilton Hotel "Where dreams are possibilities". He'd
wished his dreams had become reality last night. He
closed his eyes and thought back to his dream that night.
He had been sitting in a room similar to this. His only
clothes being a pair of jogger bottoms, grey at that.
He'd been sitting in the chair near a window. Thin cotton
curtains blew in from the cold air of the city. There had
been not a sound from outside. He had been interrupted
from his thinking with the soft call of "William" through
the wind.

He had turned to look opposite the window to a double bed
where Tom had been laying, posed waiting for him. He had
beckoned for Will to come over to him. William had
accepted the offer but everything had been moving so
slowly, as though the two wanted the moment to last
forever. Will had sat on the bed next to Tom, glazing
into his eyes. The eyes he'd longed for so many years
after their break-up.

He'd moved his head forward, waiting for Tom to move, to
show some sign that he too was thinking what Will was
thinking. As though the gods agreed and opened the
heavens - Toms head had moved forward, kissing him
lightly on the cheek. He'd kissed here for some time
before moving towards the lips. Will being mesmerized by
Toms kissing had begun to groan softly. His hands now had
moved from the bed sheets to Wills grey jogging bottoms.
Rubbing the bulge that had appeared, Tom had made Will
groan even more.

**Ring Ring**

Will shot back to reality and opened his eyes to the
sound of the actually phone ringing. He answered, still
slightly groggy from the day dream.

"H-Hello?"

"Will? It's Marcus - are you free now? The papers know
where you're staying. If you look out the window, you'll
see why I'm calling"

It was Marcus Duvall, Will's and manager. His
specialities however remained as a true friend. Noticing
from before the day dream, there appeared to be a lot of
noise from outside. He picked himself up from the sleepy
position from his day dream and walked over to the glass
balcony doors. After a few minutes working out how to
open the sliding doors, he stepped out onto the balcony,
over looking the city of LA. The sun hurt his eyes as he
stepped out, bare footed. The noise was tremendous - the
screams and cheers of young teenagers. Not all from young
ladies mind thought Will, many times he'd had quite a few
guys come up to him and try it on. Some had seemed quite
cute but only after the publicity. He smiled whilst
thinking this - he was no fool.

Glancing down from the balcony, he could see crowds
gathering, screaming his name. Some even held posters.

"I love Will"

"William Young. Marry Me"

He chuckled as the crowd went wild due to his appearance.
He realised, he was only wearing his robe. Although the
sun was warm, there was a chill in the air. Camera
flashes went off. He didn't mind, a picture of him only
in a grey robe might turn some men and women on from the
front page of The Sun. Or the Daily Mirror. A thought
suddenly struck him. What if Tom would see the photo? His
grin widened and he exposed a little more chest, camera
lights flashing wildly. This is for you Tom, he thought,
grinning and waving.

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The green Vectra hit 120mph down the long stretch of
motorway. Its shape made the car aerodynamic, making that
sort of speed easy to reach. It also helped that the 3.0
litre engine was working overtime. Tom gripped the
steering wheel hard, concentrating on the road. Thought
flew through his head of what had been, what could have
been and above all - what he wanted. All he knew was that
he needed time to get away - away from it all. With the
help of a little favour, Tom had booked two weeks off
work and decided to visit his mother and father back home
in Wales.

"I think I better leave right now, before I fall any
deeper, I think I'd better leave right now, feeling
weaker and weaker" sung the radio. The melodic voice
carrying the song very well. It came to a halt when Tom
quickly pressed the CD button. Automatically it loaded up
all sixty eight CD's. The one that had been chosen was
'Cher - the greatest hits'. The beat thumped - "Do you
believe in love after love?"

Tom relaxed a little and eased his foot off the
accelerator. The car eased to an easy 90mph. So what was
all the fuss about getting to see him? Twelve days, he
would spend that long with his parents - if not more. He
couldn't believe his stupidity for not taking the number
out. He'd also checked with the cleaner but she also said
that the little piece of paper would probably have been
ripped up in the wash. A thought suddenly hit Tom; he
picked up his mobile and dialled the banks number,
including Matthew's extension number. He activated the
hands free kit and the line started to ring. It wasn't
long before.

"Mr. Matthew Johnson speaking of Morgan Banks - I must
warn you however, I am not into gay sex and I never will
be although I know you want me - what the fuck do you
want at 7.30am Tom?"

Tom was gob smacked. "How did you know it was me?"



"Your number comes up dumb ass" replied his best friend
"anyway - it's not your number - your dial name is Lord
Tom". Tom giggled at this, a childish name from a game
they had once played as kids. "So what's up? Morgan Boss
dude said you'd taken all your holiday time off? I was
hope you and me could go hiking somewhere? How come you
didn't tell me?"

"It was all short notice Mat" said Tom and then went on
to explain the whole situation. Matthew remained silent
all the way through. "You there mate?" asked Tom.

"Yes course I am" answered Matthew "Do you still love him
Tom?"

"Love who? Will? No way"

"Cos it seems as though you do mate - sorry gotta dash, a
fit young blonde has just walked in - I got to get me a
piece of That!" The line went dead.

Tom de-activated the hands free kit and relaxed as Cher
soothed him with her silk woven voice. He wondered if the
fit young blonde had been male or female in Matthew's
eyes. Although he was always certain about his sexuality,
Tom had always notices the hint of curiousity that came
across in Matthew's voice everytime he'd ask a question
on homosexuality. He settled again in his seat, he would
be in Wales in no time. He had longed to see his parents
for so long. Finally he could spend some time with them.

The vectra picked up speed again, hitting at least 100mph
with the beat of Cher in the background. It was going to
be a long journey.

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Ok guys, there's chapter 5, concentrating more on Will
this time. The dream was just a teaser, there's going to
be a lot more, more explicit. Anyways, if you like it,
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