Date: Thu, 27 Oct 2005 03:05:50 +0000
From: twm morgan <twmmorgan@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Wonders of Will Young: Chapter 6

***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 6
"Alright Marcus - don't rush me. You're lucky I haven't
unpacked yet or we'd be even longer. Why must I move
anyway? I'm not worried about what my fans are going to
do - you've heard them - they love me!" whined Will to
his manager.

"Look Will - It's like this mate. Your arse is worth more
than three quarters of a million on my account. If
anything happens to you, I loose that money - as much as
I love you pal, your arse is mine and if I wanna move it
to another hotel - I'll damn well move it - ok buddy?"
replied Marcus in a very smart sarcastic voice.

Will rolled his eyes. Marcus had always been a fuss pot.
Will was starting to get sick and tired of - "my arse is
yours?" realised Will "Is it hell - it belongs to a
certain someone but that aint you"

Marcus blushed "Who then? Please don't tell me that awful
Tom man? Oh please Will - you deserve better- much
better."

"Marcus, - I would not expect you to understand" spoke
Will "What me and Tom had was real - really real and it
had to be put on hold for awhile. I have more free time
now. I have more money now. For Christ's sake Marcus, I
could buy his bank in a few months!"

Marcus stood staring at the red Will. His face had turned
as red as a tomato. The music artist breathed and with
every gulp of air, colour returned to his face.

"Sorry - I got carried away" apologised Will, testing the
water.

"Don't worry about it Will. I can see you like him and if
he makes you happy - it means I don't have to put up with
yours moody tantrums" laughed Marcus "Now hurry up with
your bags, I'll send someone up in a minute to carry them
down - see you in the limo" he shouted before
disappearing around the corner of the door frame and the
door slamming shut behind him.

Silence

At the moment - silence was bliss. Will placed his grey
robe he'd been wearing earlier that morning on the bed,
folded nicely before returning to the window. The
cheering was amazing. Solid glass and the noise was still
thunderous. He smiled to himself. Girls were is usual
fans, even though they knew he was gay. He placed his
hand upon the ice cold glass, sending a shiver down his
spine. He thought of Tom, he hadn't heard anything from
him. He'd given the right number - he hoped. He left the
sliding glass door and walk to where he'd left his cell
phone. Should he ring? No - he didn't want to sound too
forward. He didn't want to push Tom into a relationship.
Things were going to be different this time.

His thoughts were suddenly interrupted by the room's
phone ringing. He picked up the receiver and spoke.
"Hello?"

"Will, its Marcus, look I hate to rush you like this mate
but we gotta go, you've got a photo shoot in 30 minutes!"

"alright Marcus, give me 5 ok? I'm sure I'll have
everything done and ready"

"I hope so pal" spoke his manager into the phone "for
your sake and mine"

The line went dead.

Will placed the phone back and quickly backed up the last
of his belongings before struggling yet again with his
suitcase. A voice from behind startled him.

"Eh Excuse me sir - shall I take your luggage now?"

Will turned to look at the person. In the doorway stood
David Charles, Will's private driver and 'right hand
man'.

"Oh David, yes please and - yes and that one - oh by the
way, the names Will - not sir"

David smiled before taking most of the luggage in his
hands and disappearing through the doorway. Will grabbed
his shoulder bag and made sure everything had been
packed. He wasn't going to leave Anything behind this
time.

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Suddenly the rolling hills of Wales started to take
shape. Tom Lewis was home in the rolling valleys of
Wales. The lush green hills spread out all around him. He
was still on the motor way yet the smell in the air could
tell him he was home in Wales. The smell of sulphur. He
passed Swansea steel works- the orange and blue flames
flickered high in the sky. Like a guiding star to the
lost shepherds thought Tom and laughing at the image in
his head of him dressed up with a tea cloth on his head.
With thanks to his mother's artistic work, he had been
the best looking shepherd in the whole primary school
play. The orange and blue star was a sign that it wasn't
long before he'd be home.

Since the start of the trip, he'd moved from Cher's
greatest hits through to Charlotte Church's album and the
mega bass stereo was now pumping out 'Love it when you
call my name'. He smiled as he listened to the lyrics to
the song. He also had loved it when Will had called out
his name during their steamy times of passion. He laughed
when he thought of how Will was turned on the most. He'd
loved it when he was kissed or even touched on the inner
side of the thigh. Tom could turn Will on by a touch, not
even to the genitals.
He pressed harder on the accelerator pedal as he realised
of the lump in his trousers. He placed a hand on it,
rubbing it slightly. It sent a pleasurable shiver down
his spine - he groaned and shifted slightly in his seat.
He continued to rub, his manhood seeming to get larger
and thicker until it was at its full size of 8.5inches.
He continued to rub, each time shivering with pleasure.
The last thing he wanted was to greet his parents with a
huge hard-on. He raised his hand back up to the steering
wheel, promising himself the pleasure he craved as soon
as he was alone at home. Slowly with time, the throbbing
lump in his trousers decreased in size - returning to its
normal shape.

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Will opened the door to the stretch limo waiting outside.
Inside sat Marcus Duvall. He'd changed- now wearing a
cream suit - making him look like a pimp. Yet strangely
the suit worked for him due to his dark hair. His Italian
features helped - the jet black sleek hair - the dark
tanned skin. Will would joke that he was Will's personal
'Italian Stallion'.

"Hey what's up boss?" asked Will in his sauciest American
accent.

"We - you have a photo shoot in less than 15 minutes at
Polydor. You're lucky it's not far from here" answered
Marcus, waiting for an apology - it never came.

Silence between the two. The limo begun to move and
hummed along the road, hitting a steady 50 mph. Wills
eyes caught the mini bar, illuminated with green
florescent lighting. He leant forward, taking the orange
juice and pouring it into a glass found in the other
compartment. He took a gulp and sat back- relaxing in his
seat.

"You need a haircut too. I'll get in touch with Mr.
Goldberg - see what he can do" said Marcus.

"I don't need a haircut" replied Will smiling to himself
"Tom likes it this way"

Marcus Duvall reached into his pocket and pulled out his
slim line cell and pressed a few buttons before raising
it to his ears.

"Mr. Goldberg. Francis? Yeah, Marcus Duvall - Yeah Will
Young. That right - yes a bit of an emergency - photo
shoot until 3pm - that's fine - thank you very much - see
you in a little while - bye"

He slipped his cell phone back into his pocket, and
glanced at Will. He grinned like the cat from Alice in
Wonderland thought Will.

"He can fit you in at 4. Anyway, I just remembered -
you'll have to cut your hair for your new video shoot. I
have the plans for the new video of the single back at my
flat. Wait until you've had your shoot and we'll call
back at mine."

Will nodded his head in agreement. It was always the
same, he'd read the plans, dislike them and they would
have to be changed by himself. He leaned against the
window of the limo, the cold glass felt good against his
raging headache.


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The green Vectra pulled up outside the Tudor style
cottage. It had not changed all these years - the
darkened wood - the white washed walls. Tom had parked
his car in the usual place outside. Positioning the car
so that he could look over the hills of Wales. His
parents had a great view here - something that could not
be bought in England like most things. He stepped from
the vehicle, suddenly sensing himself being watched. The
oak door swung open, his mother appearing with a large
warming smile upon her face.

"Oh Twm" spoke his mother as she ran towards him. The
word 'Twm' being the welsh version of Tom. His mother had
not changed, perhaps looked a little older but that was
expected - Tom had not been back home for around 3 - 4
years. Will had been here many times with him. His
mother, a very petite woman wore old light blue jeans and
a purple jumper. Her long greying hair swept back behind
her back. Tom always remembered his mother to have blonde
hair - bottle blonde but blonde never the less. She
grabbed him and pulled him into her, Tom had to stoop
slightly to receive the hug. The welsh accent hit him
immediately although his mother did not speak welsh.

"Oh Twm, it's so good to see you - was the trip ok coming
down?" asked his mother eagerly - her sparkling blue eyes
piercing him. The whole family were blessed with blue
eyes.

"Yes mam, the trip was fine" replied Tom embracing his
mother again. "It's so good to be home - how is
everyone?"

"Everyone's fine" his mothers face suddenly turned more
serious "I hope your ok, really ok - have you heard from
Will recently? Your father and I have been watching him
on T.V. He's rather a hit now isn't he?"

Tom smiled and threw an arm around his mother's shoulders
and directing her to the house. "Yeah, he's even bigger
in London - I have heard from him"

"And?" asked his mother. Tom's smile widened - his mother
had always liked Will. Both got on really well in each
others company. Tom had to sometimes drag Will from his
mother's stories of when he was a child. Thinking back,
he'd wished he'd let Will listen.

"And nothing - we'll take it slow and see where it ends
up" replied Tom, not wanting his mother to know the full
story of him loosing the number. Tom quickly changed
topic, "Where's Dad?"

"Your father is fussing in the shed, I did shout for him
to come in - his hearing is going now too" Tom laughed at
this statement. His mother had been saying that for the
last 10 years. Indeed his fathers hearing had gotten
worse but most of the time he was in a world of his own,
so he couldn't hear a thing.

Tom suddenly removed his arm from around his mother's
shoulders. "I'll just grab my bags mam; I'll be in in a
minute ok?"

Tom turned to run back to the car, he swung the passenger
side door open and removed the suitcase on the back
seats. He locked the car and stood, staring at the house.
This little holiday was going to be interesting,
disturbing yet heart warming. He stood there a little
while longer before he was interrupted by his mother's
calls.

"Gerwyn, your sons here, now hurry up or you can forget
be cooking anything tonight". Tom laughed at his mothers
shouts - she had not changed. A chill suddenly caused Tom
to shiver. The sun was setting, the sky turning a red and
purple colour. He steadied himself before walking back up
to the house, wondering what Will was doing at this
moment in time.

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Ok, there's chapter 6 done, aint heard any feedback for
awhile now - it is much appreciated. Anyway chapter 7
shouldn't be long, already writing it lol.
Twm xx

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