Date: Sat, 04 Jun 2005 09:30:15 +0200
From: citizen citizen <citizentoo@hotmail.com>
Subject: "on our way to fame" chapter 5 (revised)

The following story is entirely a work of fiction.

The story below will involve sex between teenagers. As the story progresses
it will involve sex between adult males.  If that offends you, I wonder how
you ended up here! All the usual rules apply, if it's illegal for you to
read this, don't and if you're under 18, I suppose it's time for you to
leave unfortunately.

This is my first attempt at writing a story so I'd really love to hear what
you think.
Comments and criticisms, or just a little message telling me what you think
of the story
can be sent at:
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thank you

Now here comes chapter 5

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The following saturday, Rob and I decided to go to Dublin together to walk
around Grafton Street and spend some money in, guess where? music
stores? Yeah, you got it right!
we were also curious to locate the building where the appointment was going
to take place and when we did we stared at it for 10 minutes. I don't know
what we were looking at but we couldn't really bring ourselves to leave.
Unfortunately, we couldn't go in, it was closed.

By 7 pm, all the shops started closing but we didn't want to go home. We
decided to stay and celebrate the fact that maybe, we were gonna become rich
and famous! Oh What the hell, we WERE gonna become rich and famous! I
didn't even want to think that it might not work out that way. Dream away!

We had some dinner, had a few drinks in Temple bar and around 11, started
our search to find a club where they wouldn't check our Ids. I wasn't too
worried because we looked old enough to go clubbing but most clubs in Dublin
asked for your ID anyway.
By the third try, we found one, pretty cool I must add and we started
dancing, enjoying what I thought might become a major part of our future
life style! Dream Away some more!

We danced, drank, danced and drank. At some point, we were sitting down
really close to each other in the club, watching people dance and rob leaned
towards me and said
"check out that guy with the red shirt, man he's soooo hot"

"who do you think you're talking to?" I joked but agreed nonetheless.
He started pointing out all the guys he thought were cute and I started to
realize we had slighlty different taste in men. I was going for guys older
than me, who looked a little more masculine, with strong shoulders and arms,
a little hair on their chest, handsome and built but not too much (probably
because I felt that they could protect me. All the guys I liked were
slightly bigger than me, well like Rob was) and Rob liked, well guys who
looked more like me, which made sense. He was very picky and there really
weren't that many guys he really fancied, which made me feel confident about
myself again. He liked guys who you could see had hard, smooth and
well-defined bodies but not overly built, just really cute guys. And I gotta
admit, he picked a couple of guys who were really really adorable, like you
can't-stop-staring-at-their faces kind of adorable! I still found it hard to
believe that that was how he felt about me. I mean I know I was cute but the
way he looked at me sometimes, staring, I found myself wishing I could see
what he saw in me.

I was about to tell him about the girls I thought were attractive but I
decided against it, thinking it was probably best not to remind him he had
twice as much competition as me and I decided to save that for Jordan, who
I'm sure would be much more up for the game.

When the Dj started playing a selection of RnB tunes. We immediately got up
and entered the crowded dance floor, excited by the entertaining sound of a
tune we loved and started dancing closer to each other, trying to grind our
bodies together without making it too obvious but desperately needing to
touch. There were so many people around us that it made it more easy to get
close but I was still trying to resist the urge to grab him by the waist and
pull him towards me when Rob brought his face closer to mine and said in my
ear "I want you so bad right now, it's torture, you look so hot"
Fuck, that was definitely hard to resist, he wasn't helping.

We had been drinking way too much. I felt dizzy and I knew I was not really
thinking straight. After a few minutes, the dancing, the people around and
the alcohol in my system started to make me feel really hot and sweaty and I
decided to get out of the dancefloor. Rob followed me, holding my arm and
laughing and we both went to the restroom to piss and take a break. It was
full and there was a queue so we decided to go to another one we had seen
before on the lower floor.  We relieved ourselves but I was done before Rob
so I took a look around, my eyes stopping almost immediately on the condom
vending machine, making my cock expand a little in my pants

" oh man Rob, there's no one in here, let's do it here. Look at that" I
pointed at the condoms, "let's get some?"

"what, you wanna have sex in here?" he asked surprised "what if someone
comes in?"

"so what? they won't see us, we just have to be quiet, come on, it'll be
fun, give me a pound"

"oh and I have to pay for it?" he asked, sounding very chocked but
clearly faking it

"yeah, that's how much I cost, you might wanna take advantage of that very
affordable price now because when I'll be a huge star, it'll be much more
expensive" I kidded giving him a little slap on the ass

"we don't need to use that, it doesn't feel the same!"

"oh I think we do! look they're already lubricated and that's a good way
to stay clean, it's not exactly like we can take a shower around here,
come on you've been all over me all night, I know you want it" I teased,
grabbing his cock through his pants

he still looked a little hesitant, maybe not as drunk as I was, but what I
felt in my hand showed me that  the idea excited him too. He looked at me
and said "oh, fuck it" he searched his pockets hastily and handed me a
pound and I got the condoms

we urgently entered one of the stalls locking the door behind us, giggling.
I backed Rob up against the wall and kissed him roughly, feeling extremely
excited by the surrounding

"I'm gonna  fuck you, I'm gonna fuck you so hard !" I said, my tongue
darting past his lips, pushing its way inside and unzipping his pants "do
you want it? tell me you want it"

"yes!" he managed to mumble in my mouth
I pushed his pants and briefs down and took his cock in my mouth, moving my
head up and down his length a few times, sucking him urgently before
standing up again to shove my tongue in his mouth. He responded by kissing
me hungrily and after a few seconds of grinding and kissing, I turned him
around. He pressed one of his hands on the wall and bent over a little,
stroking his cock and moaning at his own touch, which made my cock jump for
attention.
I rolled a condom on my throbbing penis and as I looked down at his cute
ass, the head of my cock almost touching his man hole, I felt like all I
wanted to do was to jam my cock deep inside him in one quick thrust. I was
so turned on but I knew I had to get him ready. I brought my fingers to his
mouth "suck on them"

He soaked them with his saliva and I brought my hand to his entrance and
opened him up with two fingers. I slid them in and out, feeling him relax.
"Oh man this is so hot" he sighed

"it sure is" I said feeling the warmth of his insides around my fingers
Once I was sure he would accept me easily, I aimed my cock at his hole and
buried myself into him. He yelped but the sound coming out of him sounded
more like pure pleasure than pure pain. He turned his head a little and
smiled, and I leaned over to kiss his lips lovingly. We stopped kissing but
our lips were still millimeters apart and I could feel his breath on my lips
as he said "ohhh you feel so good, I feel so full...yeah fuck me baby, fuck
me hard" the condom apparently not bothering him so much.

He then pressed his arms on the wall, resting his face on one of them and
started almost biting his lower arm as I quickly began to fuck him, obeying
him. I slid both my hands under his shirt and caressed his upper chest,
feeling the sweat on his body while my eyes were fixed on my cock sliding in
and out of his tight hole, turning me on even more.

"put your hand on my cock Mark, god I'm so hard, it almost hurts" he
whispered. I did, giving it a few firm squeezes which made him whimper and
push himself harder against my cock, making all sorts of noises, that let me
know he was really loving this.

Our rythm increased and I wasn't sure I would be able to keep it up very
long. I pressed his body firmly against mine holding his taut chest and
masturbating him and started withdrawing my cock just a little before
pushing all the way back in again, my thrusts were small but quick and I
knew I was hitting his prostate with each thrust. Rob was practically
whining as I did this and I just loved listening to every sounds that came
out of him, he was just so damn sexy. I started kissing and nibbling at his
earlobe and his neck, making him shiver a little and I think he must have
temporarily left his body when he finally reached the point of no return. I
felt him go weak and I had to hold him tight as his knees buckled and I felt
hot sperm pour over my hand. I had almost forgotten to cum myself, amused at
how he was losing control of himself and quite proud that I was doing this
to him (or maybe the alcohol hehe), but my balls quickly reminded me they
had to empty themselves. I withdrew my cock completely from him and push
back in a few times, increasing the pace with which I fucked him while he
was still trying to come back to reality and unloaded hard inside the
condom, almost biting his shirt to stifle my moans a little as I enjoyed the
incredible feeling of release.

We stayed there, not moving for a while, smiling and I continued caressing
his chest under his shirt. I just loved how tight and smooth he felt. Once
our breathing had calmed down, I gently pulled out of him and threw the
condom in the toilet. We cleaned ourselves a little and listened carefully
if we could hear anyone talking in the restroom, feeling very naughty. I
slowly opened the door but saw no one. I had absolutely no idea if someone
had come in while we were doing it, but if they had we probably wouldn't
have noticed. Oh what the hell, this was Dublin, we didn't know anyone here.
We started washing our hands and I said laughing,

"you know, I think that was pretty slutty" but not thinking it was
necessarily a bad thing "maybe we should try making love again soon or
we're gonna become fuck buddies before we even know it" I told him
"I'm afraid it's too late already but I don't care, that was just so good,
you're the best...Man, I'm so wasted, I'm gonna have the worst headache of
my
life tomorrow" he complained
"Come on let's get out of here"

We left the toilets and walked our way back to the dancefloor
"do you want to go dancing again" I asked even if I didn't really want to
"No, let's go, I don't have the energy anymore, I wish we were already in
bed, I could just hold you and fall asleep" he said kissing my cheek

We went home, spending way too much money on the cab, but we had been
spending so much money anyway, it didn't feel like it mattered anymore. I'm
sure we were gonna regret that. But it sure had been a fun day !
The next day however was spent throwing up, taking aspirins, watching tv and
basically trying to recover!

Around 5, the door bell rang, it was Rachel. We heard Rob's mother tell
her that we were upstairs and she came up. I was lying on the bed and Rob
was on the computer when she came into the room

"hey guys" she said shyly

"Hi" I answered feeling a bit uncomfortable, knowing she probably wasn`t
here to hang out considering how she had reacted to the news a few days ago.

"uhm Rob, do you mind..."

"yeah ok" he answered quickly and left the room, closing the door.
`Coward' I smiled to myself, it sure didn't take him long to get out of
there. Man, I was feeling like shit today, I wasn't sure I wanted to engage
myself in a deep, meaningful conversation about being gay, or a fight, or
whatever it was that she wanted to talk about but I was glad that she was
here, the expression on her face giving a good indication that she wanted to
work things out.
She came and sat on the bed next to me

"I'm glad you're here" I told her. She looked at me and smiled

"I can't really stay mad at you very long. I thought a lot about what you
said the other day and I spent all day with Jordan yersterday and he helped
me realize some stuff"
I don't know what he told her but I was gonna have to thank him for that

"what kind of stuff?" she was silent and I talked again  "you know I
think you're amazing rach, I really do, if I didn't I wouldn't spend so much
time with you, but I don't really think of you as a possible girlfriend. I
love the way things are between us right now and I don't want anything to
change"

"I don't want anything to change either. Well, that's not totally true, I
think
I'm curious to see what it would be like if we were dating, but I guess I'll
never know, and it's ok, really it is.
It's just, I feel so at ease with you, so much more than with any other
guys, you understand me, you're fun to hang out with and it was just so easy
to fall in love with you. But now that I know it's not gonna happen,
I...look
can we just go back to being friends and forget about this".

"I'd love that. But are you ok with me and Rob?
I don't want to hurt you, and I guess you probably feel like rob stole me
away from you or something but it's not that. I mean... I am attracted to
some
girls but I don't think I could date you, you know ? I just don't feel that
way about you. I really think of you as a friend ... and you probably don't
like hearing this very much but I am so in love with Rob. He's really
important to me"

"yeah, I understand, it's fine. I know how much he means to you. You've
always be very close so I guess that since you're gay, it makes sense that
you want to be together. He's lucky."

"so am I. So? we're ok?"

"yeah, we're more than ok" she said and hugged me

"cool, and you know what? now you can even talk to me about guys" I
laughed

she smiled "so tell me? what made it be ok to fall in love with Rob but not
me, I
mean I know you already said you love me as a friend but I'm sure you felt
the same way for rob?" why was everyone asking me that? I bet Jordan had
put this idea into her head

"I don't know rach, It felt so natural with him, like all of a sudden I
saw him completely differently and it just happened. I can't really explain
why, but now I can't even remember how it was like before. It just feels so
natural to be with him."

She seemed satisfied with that answer and we kept talking for a while about
our feelings. I'm sure we were gonna be fine now. I was so glad that this
all coming out thing was not such a big deal for anyone after all. It felt
great to be totally honest with them.

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The only thing that still scared me at that time was the doubts I still had
about the band and as the fateful date approached, we were growing more and
more nervous, coming up with a bunch of different scenarios but we were
afraid to get too excited about it, even if deep down we were hoping to sign
a contract like right now on the 9th.
It was hard to resist the temptation to dream about it.

And soon, it was the 9th. We had decided to ditch school without telling
anything to our parents, just in case they wouldn't let us go. We took the
bus to Dublin early in the morning and by 9 , we were already there. We
decided to sit down in a coffee shop while we waited, not really able to
drink or eat anything because of the butterflies in our stomachs. After what
felt like the longest hour of our lives, it was finally time to go. When we
got there, we were greeted by a very nice woman who asked us to sit down and
wait for a bit (again arggg), and finally we were escorted into an office
where a middle aged man was waiting for us behind a quite impressive desk to
discuss our destiny. scary!

"Hello boys, have a sit please, My name is Scott Clarcy, I'm in charge of
dealing with new talents here at BMG"
He chitchatted with us for a few minutes, asking us unimportant questions
like do you want a drink ? did you get here easily? stuff like that. We
were all answering quite timidly, very intimidated by him, and finally he
got to the point.

He sat down behind his desk and said,
"you boys are extemely lucky, it's very rare that we listen to unrequested
tapes but we have just hired a young woman who's doing her job very
thoroughly. She had a look at it and told us it was worth watching so we
made an exception, and I gotta admit, we were quite impressed by the quality
of your playing" (Oh boy, whoever she is, thank you thank you, thank you)

"You", he said very seriously, pointing his finger at Rob "you have
something that I haven't seen in a young artist for a long time. There is
something about you that draws people's attention, you're very
charismatic ...you have star quality young man"

We all looked at Rob who I could tell, was trying not to blush at what was
propably one of the nicest compliment he had ever received. He was so cute!

"oh, really? thank you" he muttered

"that's a great advantage you have here, you need someone like that in a
band. And from what I've seen, you are all getting on quite well with your
instruments. But I've also noticed you are all good-looking lads, and trust
me, image doesn't do everything when you have talent but it sure helps a
lot!
so here are the reasons why we asked you to come down today. I'm intrigued"

hehe I knew it, my boyfriend was a star! but God did that guy saw  all that
just by watching the tape? If he actually saw us perform live, he'd sign us
right now, I thought or did I just hope? not sure.

"How old are you?" he asked all of us

"I'm 17, they're 16", dylan answered

"oh, that young? very impressive" he just looked at us and finally said.

"well your age might be a problem right now though. As long as you're not
18, we can't deal with you directly, we need parental authorization to work
with you, but it's still too early for that anyway ...tell me, what do you
boys expect from this ? what motivates you?"
Ok, here we are I thought. It was time for us to prove we were dead
motivated.

Damon spoke first and we all took turn telling him what we dreamed about,
grinning
"we want to have fun, play music together and record albums, we just love
it"
"and we want to write great songs, the kind of songs that  everyone is
instantly familiar with, we want to be number one in the charts, and we want
people to relate to our songs and our lyrics" I added
"yeah and we want to fill up stadiums and play for thousands of fans and
sell millions of albums all over the world" Jordan said enthusiastically
"and travel all around the world, win awards and be famous" Rob concluded

"ok, ok, I get it, that's a good plan" he laughed

He then asked us plenty of music-related questions like what kind of music
we listened to, why, what we could play, when we started playing together,
how many songs we had written, which was about 20 so far, but only like 12
were good enough to be played live...We were very enthusiastic and he seemed
to enjoy that. If anyone started talking to us about music, it was hard to
stop us anyway. There was a good atmosphere in the room, and we were growing
more and more relaxed, he was a very nice, self-assured man who had probably
seen a lot.

"ok, let's get serious, you realise we don't invest hundreds of thousands
of pounds in a group, no matter how talented they may be just after watching
a couple of songs on a video. We need more than that ...so considering
you're
still quite young and I suppose you're still going to school, we are gonna
take it slow.
First I'm gonna need to see you play. Have you ever played in front of an
audience?"
We told him we had twice, and that he had been awesome

"ok, very good ! well I'd like you to do that again soon and tell me when
and where so that we can see and hear you play.
I, but more generally the people who might consider invest in you need to
know you better.
We need to hear your songs, we need to see if it's good enough to be
marketed to a targeted audience, and we need to see you play, see how you
communicate with the audience. We need to see if it works, if something
happens.
And we want to know what motivates you, how hungry you are to make it, how
well you get along. we need to feel that there is a chemistry between you
and with your audience. Ok ? we don't want to invest money in a group who is
going to give up after a few months because they can't stand each other
anymore or because they get so big-headed right from the start that they
start to live it up all the time and completely forget what their goals were
in the first place ; If you want to make it, you need to throw yourselves
100% into everything that you do, you need to work hard, it's an extremely
difficult business. It's about working and working and working, it's not
about just having fun. It requires commitment and dedication, because as
soon as you stop working, it's over, someone else takes your place !
if you don't give everything you can possibly give, you won't survive your
first album, no, even your first single! And even if you work as hard as you
can, it's still not possible to assure you that you'll be successful in the
end. The public decides, if they don't like you, you're screwed, no matter
how hard you try.
Is this clear in your minds ? Are you ready for this ? Are you all ready to
give up a normal adolescence or going to college, or living every man's life
for this band ? Do you think it's worth it? because if you do make it, your
lives can change dramatically and you will have to deal with it... So?"

We looked at each other, he sure had done a good job of describing the harsh
reality but of course we still wanted it ! I know I did, I had faith in us !

"I'm even more ready than I was before I stepped into this room" dylan
said and we all agreed

He seemed happy with that answer
"All right then, well here's my card, here are a few information about BMG
" he handed us plenty of papers.
"Now, let me know when we can see you play. And one more thing, you are
gonna need an adult to speak in your name and to take care of administrative
forms for you, as long as you're not 18 anyway, so I advise you to find
someone you trust completely and who knows enough about business to act in
your best interests! and now, If you don't have any more questions, I'll
let you leave and I hope to hear from you soon.
But it's you and only you who can really make it happen, so good luck!"
We thanked him, chatted some more and finally left.

We were extremely silent on the way out and we walked for a few seconds lost
in our own thoughts before dylan said
"this guy so wants to sign us, I didn't know what to expect but that was
beyond everything I had hoped"

"I know, oh my god, this is huge, isn't it? I asked "I mean this is it,
if we work on the songs and if we perform like we did last time at school,
they're gonna sign us. Did you hear him? he wouldn't have told us all that
if he didn't hope to do something with us"

"We're gonna be famous!" jordan screamed in the street  and we all
laughed and cheered, genuinely happy.

We had thought about going back to school on the afternoon if we were home
soon enough but after a morning like the one we had had, there was no way we
were gonna sit in school. We wanted to play. We knew we had pressure on our
shoulders now. We had to work on the songs, we had to organize a great gig
and be the best we could possibly be if we wanted to make an impression. And
we couldn't play a bunch of covers this time, we had to play our songs,
that's what they wanted to hear but I wasn't sure we had enough finished
songs to make a good gig. Maybe we could still play a couple of covers but
that was it. We really had to work our asses off ! We wanted it so bad,
that was the dream, sign a record deal, my God, that was THE DREAM! and
now, it was actually reachable . It felt so real and yet I still could
hardly believe it.

We played and worked hard all afternoon and for two weeks after that, every
day after school, we even stayed home to play a few times, hoping we
wouldn't get into trouble. The school had agreed to let play in the
gymnasium again and the gig was scheduled for the 21th.

Of course, we had talked a lot to our parents about all that, well not mine
but whatever, and Rob's father agreed to talk to the record company for us
if it was necessary. I suppose he was our manager now. He was a great
person, just looking at him, I knew who Robbie had inherited his charisma
from. He was very funny and in his free time, he did one-man shows in pubs,
or small theatres, especially in Dublin.

The days had flashed by and we had only a couple of days left before the
gig, Rob and I were hanging out, lying on his bed fully dressed, just
talking. My head was on his chest and one of my legs was raised and rested
on his crotch as he caressed my tigh through my jeans.
"Do you think we're ready?" he asked

"probably not, we can never be totally ready, but we just need to be
confident and everything will be fine. Do you think you can handle that ?"

"Do I have a choice?"

"not really" I giggled "but I know you, even if you're scared shitless,
you'll do it, because you don't give up. You always finish what you've
started and you always go for what you want"

"yeah that's true, I do do that" he caressed my hair, god I just loved his
hands, no matter where he touched me, it turned me on.
I looked up at him  and raised myself up a little to kiss him lightly on the
lips

"wanna fool around?"

"I don't know if we have time, my mum's making dinner, it should be ready
soon"

"well, we'll just have to make it quick then" I flashed my most devilish
grin and slipped my hand under his shirt.

"oh, jeez, I can't resist you anyway so let's" he said putting his hands
on each side of my face and pulling me close to him.
We kissed lovingly for a few minutes, just enjoying the closeness. I loved
kissing him, his lips tasted so good, his scent was so enticing. I lay on
top of him, just making out when my cock started to be painfully hard. I
adjusted it a little and whispered in his ear "I wanna suck you" , he
smiled and moaned "ughhh suck away!"

I unbottoned his pants and pushed them down just a little along with his
boxers, freeing his cock. I took his hard member in my hand, and stroked it
a few times, feeling his erection grow harder. I loved feeling him expand in
my
hand or my mouth.
We had trimmed a couple of days before and his balls were smooth and
perfectly proportioned to his cock, which looked gorgeous and quite big.
I started licking up and down his shaft and pinching his nipples
under his shirt cos I knew he loved that. I closed my mouth around the head
and teased him a little with my tongue, tasting a lot of pre-cum

"ohhh fuck take me all the way please, please" he begged and I buried his
cock down my throat, trying to hold back from gagging, breathing through my
nose as I held his cock in my mouth, applying pressure with my tongue. I
could feel it throb a little and my own cock was rock hard. I unbottoned my
pants and freed myself, moaning and dripping pre-cum too. I pulled off of
his cock a little to suck the tip and took him down to the base again. His
groans and his hands in my hair were urging me to go faster and I began
sucking him more urgently, knowing he wanted to cum.

"ughh I'm close, ohhhh yeah, so good" I tighened my mouth around the
head, took his balls in my hand as he began cumming in my mouth, holding my
head as his body shook.

As soon as he was done cuming, he let go of my head, pushed me down on the
bed and reached for my cock, swallowing me in one quick movement.
I moaned, extremely turned on by his orgasm and warned him "baby, I can't
last, I need to cum" that just made him suck me faster and within seconds I
was cumming hard down his throat and quivering. I lay there almost wanting
to fall asleep when we heard his mother call us for dinner
"hehe perfect timing, now I have some cream to mix with the vegetable soup"
he laughed

We got ourselves back together, put our pants back on, I did my hair that he
had
completely messed up and we headed down the stairs. We chatted about the gig
with
his parents and brother during dinner. We knew that this gig was most likely
to change our lives for the better. We couldn't wait.

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to be continued