This is continuation of SIMPLY WORDS, my fantasy with boy band BOYZONE member, STEPHEN GATELY. Again I would like to remind you that this is just a fantasy and none of these events ever happen. Although the first part of the composition stated that it was written before STEPHEN GATELY had came out last June of 1999, this part was written after he came out.
If you are a minor, you know the rule. Please don't read this and find something more suitable for you age. If you're a bigot who just wandered here by mistake, you are allowed to stay. I would like to request you, however, to please keep an open mind
I always hope that this fantasy of mine would become a reality but until then... well. This is the first explicit story I've ever written. I would gladly receive any constructive criticism about this composition. My e-mail is j_andrew_andy@yahoo.com and if another fan of Boyzone is reading this short story, could you provide me with MR. STEPHEN GATELY'S e-mail address? Thanks, I would greatly appreciate it!
Read and enjoy!!!
SIMPLY WORDS
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With the plane ticket and money at my hand, I hurriedly rushed home. I immediately called Mike and told him everything, except for the sex, of course. "So, you had his passport since last night all along."
Mike said. "That's why you were so quiet on the way home."
"Yeah, I couldn't decide whether to give it back or not." I answered.
"Well, it's a good thing you did return it." He told me.
"Yeah I know." I laughed. "I should be thankful to my conscience."
"Look what you have now: a fully paid vacation. And you'll be spending time with your idols. Now, I'm jealous." He laughed heartily. "So, have you already told your parents about this short vacation of yours."
"Not yet... I still hoping for the best." I sighed. "After all, there's still school to deal with."
"But this is the chance of a lifetime." He said. "It's not everyday you get to do this."
"So pray for me." I told him.
Later when my parents arrived home, I immediately told them. At first, they didn't like the idea of me going to Manila with some strangers. I argued, begged and pleaded. Still, they didn't approve. I ran to my room and called Mike. "They won't let me go." I told him almost close to tears. "I'm going to miss the chance of my lifetime."
"Hey, cheer up! There's always a way." said Mike. "Why don't you call the Boys and ask them to tell your parents."
"There's an idea." I lightened up. "But would the boys agree?"
"Hey, they troubled themselves in buying you a plane ticket..." Mike replied. "Why wouldn't they help you now."
"You know you're right." I said. "Talk to you later."
I called Stephen and told him of my predicament. Instantly, he agreed. In less than an hour, Boyzone came to my house and explained to my parents about my heroic act and the reward they've given in their gratitude.
Ronan offered. "Your son, Mrs. Tan is very kind person. I mean, unlike other fans who would have kept Stephen's passport as a personal memorabilia, he returned it without delay."
"That's true, Mrs. Tan." Mikey interjected. "He deserves this reward."
"I am touched by your efforts, Mr. Keating, Mr. Graham." My mother said then sigh. "But I have to consider Andrew's personal safety. Not that I don't trust you but Manila is a very big city. And Andrew can be very burdensome on your tour."
"Believe me, Mrs. Tan." Shane added. "Andy is a big already, he can take care of himself.
Still, my mother was doubtful in letting me go with the Boys. "I'm sorry. Andy, but my decision is still no."
"If this might help, Mrs. Tan, I think you have raised Andy to be a very responsible young man. He is not one who would just do something dangerous or unthinkable, which, for all its worth, reflects a lot on the person raising him since he was a child." Stephen interjected.
"Mrs. Tan, if it weren't for your son, we would miss our concert in Manila. Then, we would be disappointing our fans here in the Philippines." He paused and, frankly, said. "Mrs. Tan, if you wouldn't let Andy go with us, I'm afraid I have no choice but to stay here in Cebu until you agree."
My mother must have been touched by Stephen's act of loyalty because, by the next half hour or so, I was sitting on a plane bound for Manila.
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"I don't know why... " Stephen told me as we were bounded for Manila. "But I'm really intrigue about you. Please tell me about yourself. I want to know all about you."
"Well, right now, I'm a 2nd year college student taking up Architecture from a local college. I'm really interested in photography and I plan to make a photographical essay of the Philippines. Big plans, I know, but I intend to do it."
"Tell me more!" He said enthusiastically.
"I love to cook, unfortunately, the kitchen hates me.
I try my best to make Chinese cuisine." I told him. "I also take my time in writing poetry and stories. I already wrote a few... but they're no good." I smiled sheepishly.
"What kind of poems?" He seemed really interested.
"Oh, nothing fancy, some of them are about friendship." I replied, feigning disinterest. "Others are about nothing really. But I did write more on lost love..."
"Well, aren't you one of the great romantics! May I read them?" He asked. "We may need new material for our next song."
"Oh, no! You'll just laugh." I said
"No, I won't!" He replied, again giving his trademark mischievous smile.
"I'd really like to, but, somehow,..." I grinned as I gazed at his impish, smiling face. "Somehow, I don't believe you."
"Why won't you believe this face?" he gave me a pouty, innocent look with matching set of puppy dog eyes. "Don't I look innocent enough."
"No." I laughed. Hey, I was playing hard to get. So sue me, after all, how many times will this ever happen again!
"Oh, you're being cruel!!!" He began to whine.
"Okay, I'll let you read them but not now." I had to laugh. "Maybe next time. I promise."
"You promised..." He finally looked pleased.
"Now, let's talk about you. I have always been intrigued about you, too..." I returned back the favor. "I heard that the real Stephen Gately is a shy introvert who likes to contemplate about things and think deep thoughts. Is that true?"
He looked me, then looked down and just smiled bashfully.
"I guess it's true then... Stephen Gately is nothing more than an angel disguised as a cute, outrageously mischievous little boy." I laughed.
"Well, the introvert part could be true." He told me, smiling sheepishly and vaguely. "About the angel, maybe not."
"I can't understand you." I narrowed my eyes at him.
"Behind the curtain, you seem to be a quiet loner who prefers to hide in the shadows. But when you're in front of the camera or performing onstage, you're a totally different person, like an exhibitionist or something. Tell me? Are you a schizophrenic?" I quipped.
"No, I'm just one big clown. I just love to please the crowd." He looked at me straight in the eyes as he replied. "I try to make love with the audience or the camera. Anything for my fans."
"Anything for my fans..." He sighed wistfully. Then silently, he looked away, took a deep breath as added, almost sadly. "It's not really easy, you know, when you know there's a million girls out there willing to give themselves to me. The people out there don't know that I'm gay. I have to put on a mask and continue with the show."
Then shrugging again, trying hard to look indifferent, he added. "Anything for my fans..."
"It's not easy wearing a mask. I really hate this, it's not fair for them. I'm no being honest to the fans. I hate lying to my fans, it just not fair for them." He swallowed hard and a tear slowly trickled down his smooth face.
He began to cry softly. "After all, the future of Boyzone, whether we make it or break it, might just hang in my hands." He paused again and wiped the tear out his eyes. "I don't want to that to happen. I don't want to be the weak link in the chain. If people will find out about my homosexuality, then Boyzone might just as well break up. All our hard work would end up in a trash can or a pile of shit. I know it will be my fault,... if that ever happens. I hope you understand that."
I understood perfectly. I believe him. It's because I face that kind of problem everyday. All my life, I also hid behind a mask. "Don't worry Stephen." I squeezed his hand for my support. "Someday, everything will be alright. One day you don't need to wear a mask anymore."
"Thanks..." He smiled. But I can sense bitterness trailing that smile.
I whispered, trying to change the subject. "Do the other boys know that you're... uhm,..." I paused to look around to see if anyone was eavesdropping. "...gay?"
"Yeah, the boys all know... Everyone who had been personally working with us knows." He told me. "From our manager to each of our administrative assistants, you know, Jerry O'Brien"
"Isn't that a little bit dangerous?" I narrowed my eyes in concern.
"No, we trust each other." He told me confidently. "How about you? Does your parents know that you're gay."
"Well, I hope not..." I said, in a hushed voice. "You don't know us Asians. It different here. Homosexuality is definitely a taboo, not very welcome especially if you come from a Chinese family."
"I'm so sorry to hear that..." Stephen looked down. "So are you going to tell them?"
"Right now?..." I thought for a moment then gave him my answer. "I don't think so. In the near future, maybe... maybe not... I don't know. I guess only time will tell. I'm scared, you know. I can't imagine what would happen to my family if they realized that their only son is gay. If my parent would find out that I'm gay, I wouldn't know how they react? Like you said, it's not easy wearing a mask." I paused and asked. "Does your family know about you being gay?"
"Sure, they do." He answered.
"How did they react?" I asked again
"Well, when I told them, they were quiet at first, as if they heard me wrong." He smiled "Then, all hell broke loose. But after the storm, everything went back to normal. They don't ask me about my activities, though. I think dad is still hurting though, but we're all open to that subject. That was about one year after I joined Boyzone. The really funny thing is my parents once even thought that all the members of Boyzone were all gay." He laughed.
"I wished solving this problem was that easy." I sighed. "You know, sometime I wished that I was never born at all."
"Don't worry, everything happens for a reason. When the time is right, you can tell your parents and they'll accept you for who you are." Stephen inquired.
"And if they don't?"
"They will, but it will take time. So does anyone else suspect you to be gay?"
"I think my friend does. Though he does tell me outright, I suspect that Mike knows I'm gay." I told him. "It's not a common thing for a twenty-year old boy to be obsessing after boy bands. If you go inside my room, you can really say that I went overboard with my fanaticism with Boyzone."
"So, is this Mike guy also gay." Stephen asked.
"I wished... he has the cutest dimple, and the most smoldering of eyes." I said dreamily. "But his as straight as an arrow. I used to have the severest crush on him, but I lost it all when we became close friends." I then asked him. "So how did you figured I was gay?"
"Well, I heard you the first time around." He laughed.
"Excuse me?" I narrowed my eyes
"You know when I asked you what you liked most about Boyzone, you answered that you wanted me out of my pants." Stephen grinned.
"YOU HEARD ME!!!"
"Yup!" He laughed. "And I found you too cute to missed out. So I took the chance and gambled. And I guessed I won."
"And the plane ticket..." I inquired
"Well, we have to give some kind of a reward to the person who'd return my passport." He replied in a matter-of-factly voice.
"So whether I was gay or not..." I said "I would still be going to your concert in Manila?"
"Yup!" He replied. "Any regrets?"
"Of course not!!!" I punched him softly on his arm then licked his ear. "I wouldn't have met you, the real you!"
Then with a naughty gleam in his eyes, he told me. "You know that there's a certain club up here in the sky."
"A club?" I looked at him suspiciously.
"Yeah!!! A club!" He grinned.
"What kind of Club?"
"The Mile High Club! Haven't you heard of it before?"
"Not really, though." I replied shrugging. "What's that?"
"You can join, but you have pass the initiation first." He said then stood up "So do you want to join?"
I was curious... Intrigued even, so I replied, without even thinking. "Yes..."
"Good, come with me." He signaled me to follow him
I followed him. He cautiously walked along the aisle, trying not to gain any attention from the rest of the passengers and the flight attendants. He made it to the back portion of the plane and walked towards the washroom. He let me in first and, silently, he ducked in with me.
Inside the washroom, he looked at me and grinned. In the very tight room, his eyes seemed to dance wildly. He moved his face closer and licked my nose. I laughed and blew into his ears. He put his arms around me and we kissed passionately like there was no tomorrow. He unbuttoned my shirt and turned his attention on my nipples, touching it, kissing it, and teasing it with his tongue. I, in turned, slid my hands inside his pants and kneaded his bubble butt.
"Wait..." I gasped for air. "Let me sit down."
I sat on the toilet seat and unbuckled his belt and zipped his fly down. In one stroke, I pulled his pants and boxer down his legs. Quickly, I worked on his meat. I grabbed his dick and stroked it. He kept tossing his head back and letting out little yelps of pleasure and he ran his hands through my dark hair. I then ate it like hungry animal, nibbling the head, tonguing the length, swirled my tongue around it a couple of times. He, then, put both his hands behind my head and pushed it hard. I almost choked on his seven inches of prime beef.
"Oh my god..." He moaned then his voice gradually rose. "Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god, oh my god, OOH MY GO..." I had to cover his mouth to stop him from screaming.
I got hold of his balls and licked it, tongued it. He started to pant, his heavy pant echoed throughout the minute room. I returned my attention to his solid dick. I licked the tip and swirled my tongue around the head. I then took the entire seven inches down my throat. I went up and down his long dong.
His whole body seemed to tremble and violent spasm shook his entire torso. Without any warning, he exploded inside my mouth. The gush of semen flowed freely and bountifully, coating my entire mouth and throat. Sweet man juice filled my entire oral orifice, overflowing. I tried to take it all, swallowing it but his cum flooded out of my lips.
He pulled me up and said. "I want to make love to you now."
I grew afraid. This was my first time... I was still a virgin... never been touched. I looked carefully at his eyes and I saw love. He loved me. He didn't want to fuck me out of lust, he wanted to make love to me because he really needed me. Because of that love, I consented. I sat down back on the toilet seat and lift my legs. He pulled a condom out from his pocket and slipped it on his long, hard, hot meat.
"Don't worry..." He smiled at me reassuringly. "I'll be gentle."
I smiled bravely. "Go ahead and hit me good."
In the very small space, he was able to put my legs on his shoulders. Slowly, he slipped his meat between my legs and pressed it against my burning hole. As he inserted his member against my oh-so-tight sphincter muscle, I can feel the extreme, gut wrenching pain. I whimpered as warm tears started to flow down my eyes. He stopped and said. "What's wrong..."
"Nothing..." I panted
"Come on..." He whispered into my ear. "Please tell me, please."
I looked at his innocent, puppy dog eyes. I hung my head as if shamed. "This... uhm, this is my first time. I am still a virgin and this hurt like hell."
"You should have told me." Stephen whispered in a very concerned voice. "I don't want to hurt you. I love you."
I kissed him and he kissed me back. "So don't just stand there... take me! I'm yours!" I quipped.
"First, let's take this slow." He laughed as he lowered himself into my asshole. Like a cat's tongue, he licked it gently. The touch was new to me but I knew it was good and it would be even better. Slowly, he started to rim my ass, kissing it, licking it, and forcing his tongue into my closed bunghole. My cock sprang into full size, even without touching it. It felt like heaven... Then, he spit into my crack, lubricating it with his saliva. I felt so hot that it seems the room's temperature rose to boiling point.
"Stephen, if you keep on doing that, I'm going to cum." I told him.
"Don't... not yet." He replied as he looked up to me.
I felt something touching my hole... massaging it, then slowly, pressure was added. A jolt of energy rushed all over my body, I realized he just inserted his finger inside my asshole. I shuddered. He proceeded to slide his finger in and out my smooth crack. I could feel the intense pain. Still he inserted a second finger, then a third. Then the severe pain became sweet pleasure. I moaned and groaned with pure ecstasy at the new sensual sensation I felt in my crack.
"Now you're ready." He said
Then he knelt and came close to my face. "I'm going to fuck you like tomorrow's doomsday." He grinned.
He kissed me passionately as pushed his dick up my ass. Although the pain from finger fucking me was gone, I hadn't anticipated the size of his cock. The pain was so intense, so fierce that I had to scream.
But I couldn't... his kiss had locked my lips. He pushed his tongue deeper in my mouth as he shoved his meat in and out my ass. Fiercely, he pushed his dick and plowed into virgin territory. I wanted to shout, because of the pain, of the joy and happiness,.. because of the lust.
Then he grabbed my dick and started to jerk me off. I couldn't believe the sensation. I was on fire. In just a few strokes, my meat tube began spewing my juice all over my chest. In less than a minute after my climax, Stephen was well on his way for his second cumming. He pulled out his dick out of my bunghole and tear away the rubber. Masturbating his cock, he sprayed his semen all over my chest. Jets of his sperm flooded out of his piss slit, mixing a cocktail of my juice and his cum.
"Oh, now I'm a mess." I whined.
"Don't worry!" He responded. "I'll clean it up..."
He grabbed my dick and proceeded to clean it with his tongue. "Yummy!!!" He exclaimed.
"Hey, if you're going to do that, we'll make another mess again." I warned him.
"Then I'll have to clean you up again." I smiled.
"Don't you even think about it." I told him "The plane will land in 15 minutes and we don't want to be caught now, would we?"
"Good point but,..." He gave me his impish smile. "I don't want all of these to go to waste."
"Stephen..."
"Oh, okay... But let me finish cleaning you first." He said in mock disappointment. Then he continued licking my chest.
"You look so cute when you pout." I told him.
"You think so"
"I know so..."
"Then, do you think I should always pout then?" He pouted his lips again.
"Just finish what you're doing." I laughed as I messed up his hair.
-----to be continued-----