Disclaimer: This is a fictional story about the Irish pop band Boyzone. It involves male/male sex, so if you are under 18 or don't like that kind of thing then leave now, if not read on. This story is fictitious and by no way implies anything about the sexuality of any members of the band.
The First Time
by bomber Chapter 1
Stephen stood in front of the mirror gazing at his reflection through his tears. He was lost in his thoughts, so didn't notice Ronan walk up behind him and put his hand on his shoulder. Stephen jumped and turned his head to see Ronan standing behind him. "Steve, you all right?" he asked.
"I'll be fine," he said, "it's nothing big. It'll be all right for when we go on," he sobbed back. "I just need to be alone for a while."
"OK, if you're sure, I'll let the others know."
"Thanks," Steve said as he turned to face the mirror again. But everything wasn't all right, Steve had been in the papers for a few days now. Normally, it wouldn't have bothered him but they were saying that Steve was the only member not to be married yet because he was gay and for once it was true. Earlier that day, he had had to break up with James, his boyfriend, because he didn't want James to have the press hounding him. James had said he understood but he still thought it was because Steve had finally won over Ronan. Steve had had a crush on Ronan since the start but recently it had got worse because of his marriage. So their break up had been on very bad terms.
Steve had plunged back into his thoughts again but they were of the event that just happened. "Steve, don't let the bastards get you down. We'll find someone who'll tell 'em it's not true," Ronan said trying to cheer up Steve. But Steve just stared blankly at the mirror. Ronan moved his head down and pecked Steve on the neck. Ronan looked up to see Steve's reaction but Steve was still staring at the mirror. So Ronan kissed him harder on the neck and turned Steve to look at him. They looked into each others eyes and moved forward until their lips touched. The kiss instantly became wild and passionate. Their hands roamed over each others back. As Ronan pulled them closer together, they could feel each others hard member straining underneath their dressing gowns. Steve reached down and pulled on the cords of their gowns, causing them to fall to the floor with the gyrating action that was now happening. Steve could now feel Ronan's chest against his own and got turned on even more. His hands reached behind Ronan and began to squeeze the cheeks of his arse. This caused Ronan to increase the speed of his hips, rubbing harder and faster against Steve.
Steve broke off the kiss, letting his tongue make a trail down from Ronan's mouth to his neck. There he started to kiss Ronan, and moved down from his neck to his throat aiming towards Ronan's pale chest. Steve's tongue now flicked out and revelled in the hair on Ronan's chest. It made its way from there to Ronan's nipple, where it rolled over it a couple of times. Then Steve's mouth came down and began to suck on the nipple, causing Ronan to moan with pleasure. Steve nipped at it, the ecstasy making Ronan moan even more. Steve's tongue traced its way across Ronan's chest to his other nipple and gave it the same treatment the other had just received. He continued his journey down Ronan's body until he reached Ronan's navel. His tongue circled around it and then flicked in and out of it. Ronan's head was now rolling from side to side and his hands were running through Steve's dark hair.
Steve followed the thin trail of hair from Ronan's navel to the waistband of his boxer briefs. At the front of them, Steve could see how excited Ronan was because of the wet patch at the front. He began playing with the waistband with his teeth, pulling it down a bit at a time. He looked up at Ronan whose face was begging Steve to release his cock from the confines of his pants. Steve's hands traced up the inside of Ronan's muscular legs, across the bulge in the front of his boxers finally reaching the waistband of the pants and pulling them down. Ronan's nine inches of cut meat immediately flew back into Steve's face. Steve flicked his tongue at it a couple of times and then moved down to Ronan's knee. He licked the inside of Ronan's leg up to his balls. He sucked them into his mouth one by one, rolling each one around in his mouth and squeezing them. The tongue then wandered down Ronan's other leg to his knee.
"Steve, suck it please," Ronan panted.
Steve looked up at him and smiled, "All in good time, hunk."
With that he moved back up to Ronan's balls and sucked on them some more. His tongue found it's way underneath them and along the trail that led to Ronan's tight butt. Ronan gasped as Steve manoeuvred so he was now sitting underneath Ronan his face directed towards the cheeks of Ronan's arse. He buried his face between them and his tongue flicked at the rosebud of Ronan's arse. Steve stayed there lapping at Ronan's crack until he noticed a change in the rhythm of Ronan's breathing. He came from underneath Ronan to see that he had spit on his hand and was rubbing his cut dick, his hand a blur. Steve, immediately, caught hold of Ronan's hand and said, "No, let me."
Steve turned and placed his hot mouth over the head of Ronan's cock. He lapped up all the precum that was leaking from Ronan's dick, when it had all gone, he lapped at the piss slit a few more times for good measure. He took his mouth off of Ronan's dick and licked all around the base of the head. His tongue stopped when it got back to his piss slit and moved down the underside of the rock hard cock. It moved back up it and Steve now took half of Ronan's cock into his mouth. After sucking on it a few times, he moved down and took the whole length into his throat. It didn't take long for Ronan to start fucking Steve's face, pulling his head back and forth in time with his hips. Steve was loving the feeling of Ronan's dick in his throat and the smell and feel of Ronan's pubes on his nose. Ronan bucked faster and faster. With a huge roar he spewed his load deep down his throat.
Steve jumped as he felt Ronan's hand against his shoulder again. "Looks like you're feeling better," said Ronan pointing to the bulge showing through his dressing gown and giggling. Steve turned red and turned away from Ronan.
"Yeah, I'm feeling a bit better," he said, "is it time to meet the fans before the show already?"
"Yeah, so you better get changed and get rid of that."
"OK," Steve said, "give me a couple of minutes to get changed," with that Ronan threw Steve's clothes at him and left the room. Steve felt so embarrassed, not only had was he caught with a huge hardon but it was by Ronan, which made it worse. He got dressed and went to join the others.
This was written before the whole thing about Stephen coming out on June 16th.
The First Time
by bomber
Before I start the next chapter, I think I'd better tell you some things about myself. My name's Darrell, I'm 21. I'm about 5'7, 140lbs, slim and smooth. I have short brown hair and blue eyes. I must also point out something else, as it is a major part of my life, I play American Football for my uni team the Lancaster Bombers. Anyway, enough of that lets get on with the story, that's why you're here.
Chapter 2
I don't know how but my sister had won. The phone call from the local newspaper office confirmed it. She now had two tickets with backstage passes to the Boyzone concert. We had both been Boyzone fans since the start of their career here in England. Before the concert we got to go get autographs and take pictures of the guys. I was stood there with a gang of teenage girls, I can't imagine what it must have looked like to the group as they walked towards us. The girls ran up to them and swamped them. I stood there watching in awe as the five guys were almost taken out by the girls. I don't know how they coped with all that every day of their lives. There were flashes everywhere as the girl's were taking pictures of the lads. Suddenly, someone grabbed me on the shoulders, someone else pulled down my trousers and a flash went off in my face. I reached down and caught hold of my trousers to pull them up but as I began to pull them up, someone pinched my butt. I finished pulling up my trousers and looked around to see who had pulled them down. My vision was still blurred but I recognised the outline of Stephen, one of the band members.
"What the hell did you do that for, especially in front of all those girls?" I shouted out.
"Sorry, it was meant to be a joke," said Ronan, trying not to laugh.
"What girls," Stephen asked, "they've all gone, apart from that one." He pointed to my sister.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to blow up like that," I said starting to laugh.
My sister came over laughing her head off. "Can I get a copy of that picture, I'm sure the team would love a picture of Darrell with his trousers off and you lot behind him," she said.
"No, you can't do that to me," I blurted out staring at her.
"Which team would that be?" asked Shane.
"The American Football team he plays on," she replied back.
"Oh come on Louise, those pictures of me puking were bad enough," I pleaded with her.
"OK, they won't get the picture if you come back after the show," Shane said to me and winking at Steve. Steve went bright red and turned away.
"Come on lads, its time to go do the show," Ronan said walking towards the dressing rooms.
"I suppose I can come back, see ya later."
Louise and I walked around and joined the last few fans entering the arena. We found our way to our seats and prepared for the concert.
After the concert I took Louise to where my parents were going to pick us up. I told them what had happened and said I'd find my own way home. I walked back to the backstage area. There was a girl waiting for me, she showed me to a room with a table full of food and drink.
"Take a seat," she said pointing to one of the sofas in the room, "can I get you anything?"
"No, I'm fine thanks," I replied.
"The guys will be a while changing. Did you enjoy the show?"
"Yeah, it was OK, although I didn't hear much of the music, my sister was screaming all through the show. I don't know how she kept it up without losing her voice."
She laughed, helped herself to a drink and sat down next to me.
"Do they ask people back often?" I asked her.
"Not really, but they don't normally get men backstage, apart from dads with their kids. They probably want to know why you were here."
Just as she'd finished, Shane popped his head around the door. "You did come back then," he said as he piled food onto a plate, he had just picked up.
"Yeah, I had nothing better to do," I replied.
"Gee thanks, I've never felt so wanted," he replied smirking, "so what did you think of the show?"
"It was great, what I could hear of it anyway."
Shane came over and sat opposite me, "Yeah, those girls can scream."
"Tell me about it, I think my sister deafened me."
"I still don't believe you play American Football, you're too small."
"I can prove it," I said pulling out a couple of pictures from my wallet(Ed. Yes, I'm that sad I have football pics in my wallet). "This is me killing someone," I said showing him a picture of me planting someone into the ground, "and this is me off the pitch leading the cheers."
"That first picture is awesome, that guy looks twice your size."
"They're all smaller than me as soon as they step on the pitch," I replied.
"Seen any NFL games live?"
"No, but I've watched some college games live."
"Yeah, which team?"
"Purdue, I studied there for a year. It was amazing watching the games with about 60,000 people. I could never imagine playing in front of that many people, we only get about 15 at each of our games."
"If it's anything like our concerts, it's terrifying at first but you get used to it."
Just then Ronan and Stephen walked into the room. As soon as Stephen saw me, he went bright red again. They too walked over to the table, got some food and came and sat by Shane and me. I hadn't noticed before but they were all dressed up, like they were about to go out.
"He really does play American Football," said Shane excitedly, "let them see the photos, Darrell." I took the photos out of my wallet and showed them to Stephen and Ronan.
"God, you look tiny compared to some of them," said Ronan.
"So, up for the club?" Stephen asked me.
"Club, what club?" I answered.
"Oh, I forgot to ask you if you wanted to go clubbing with us," said Shane, now turning red too.
"I'd love to but I'm skint and I'm not exactly dressed for clubbing."
"You don't really need money, I'm sure we can stretch to buying your drinks. There's bound to be some clothes around that'll fit you. Steve, why don't you help him find something out," Ronan said.
"OK, this way Darrell." Steve said standing up and walking towards the door. I couldn't believe it, I had actually got to meet my fantasy guys and they were all being so nice to me, I was even going to be going clubbing with them. As he passed Ronan he gave him a sly kick. I got up and followed him. He led me to a room full of clothes, quite a lot of it was designer label stuff. "You're about my size, try these," he said handing me a pair of white trousers and a blue shirt. I began to take off my T-shirt not even bothering to think about someone else being in the room. Then I felt a hand running up my stomach, following the bottom of my shirt. When I pulled it over my head, there was Stephen right in front of me with his shirt unbuttoned, one hand on my chest and the other on his own chest. His face moved forward and his lips touched mine. My mind swam, I had dreamed of this for years but now it was happening, I didn't know what to do. His lips parted and his tongue pushed its way through mine. He pulled away from me.
"I'm really sorry, I couldn't help myself, you remind me so much of James," Stephen said nearly in tears.
"It's OK, I just wasn't expecting it to happen, who's James?" I said as I reached round to try and comfort him.
"James is my boyfriend, sorry that's ex-boyfriend now," he began to cry.
"Don't cry," I said cuddling him.
"Why ex?" I said, bringing his body closer to mine.
"I had to break up with him because I didn't want him to be hounded by all the press," he sobbed back.
"I'm sure he would have been fine with it," I said and loosened my grip around Stephen as I felt his sobs dying away, "especially if he loved you as much as you do him."
"That's the thing though, he didn't love me that much, otherwise, he would have been fine with me being around Ronan all the time," he said his sobs finally dying down.
I picked up some tissues from a box on the nearby table and handed them to Steve, "Here, clean yourself up before we go back in. You don't want the guys to think we got up to anything in here," I said with a smile.
He laughed, came over and hugged me again, then hit me in the stomach. " You better get your shirt done up before they come looking for us." I laughed at him and pointed out he was in the same predicament. We both did up our shirts and went back to the other room.
"Where have you been for so long?" Shane said smiling at us.
"This guy's so picky," Stephen said smiling and hitting me in the stomach again.
"It's true, I can't wear just any old clothes," I say in my best posh accent, at which they all laughed. "So we gonna hit this club or not?"
"Yeah, let's go," said Keith racing for the door, "the limo's been waiting for ages." The others get up and we follow Keith outside. There waiting for us is a huge white limo. We all clamber in to it, with Shane and Stephen making a point of having to sit by me.
"Aren't I the popular one," I said. At that point in time, I didn't have a care in the world, I mean who would surrounded by five gorgeous blokes.
"Nah, it's just you don't smell as bad as they do," Shane said laughing and digging me in the ribs. "So where is Purdue?" he asked.
"It's in Indiana, about halfway between Chicago and Indianapolis."
"Do they play Notre Dame then?"
I pretend to spit, "Don't swear in my presence," I said trying to hold back the laughter of how their faces turned after I had spit. "Sorry, Purdue and Notre Dame are huge football rivals. The game I saw them in, was huge, the stadium was beyond capacity and there was a huge party on the field when we beat them."
"Hey, it's cool, not many people over here like the sport and are so enthused about it. I have to be an Irish fan with my background though."
"It's cool. I thought you were more of a basketball fan though."
"Well, yeah, but I think most American sports are cool. So had did you get into playing anyway?"
"I've watched it since I was a kid, and when I saw the desk to sign up at the Fresher's Fair at uni, I couldn't resist. I've been playing ever since, and hopefully, will play for a few more years."
"Cool," said Shane.
"Looks like we're here," said Keith virtually jumping through the limo roof, as he got out of the car.
"Is he always like this?" I asked finding his behaviour absolutely hilarious.
"Yeah, he's always been a bit of a party animal said Mikey as he too climbed out of the car. Ronan followed Mikey out of the car with Shane not far behind. As I edged towards the door, Steve pulled me back and kissed me on the cheek. It completely blew me away, I was soaring with the birds.
"Thanks for earlier," he said smiling at me, he has the cutest smile in the world.
"No probs," I say while getting out of the car, "come on, looks like the others have already gone in." I waited as Stephen got out of the car and we walked into the club. We found the others at the bar already ordering drinks. I looked around the club, there were only a few people there. "Pretty quiet tonight," I shout towards Steve.
"Yeah, we booked the club, all the drinks are being put on a tab, so have whatever you want." As I turned towards the bar a drink was shoved into my face.
"Here try this," Shane said shoving the drink towards me again.
"What's in it?"
"Just try it."
I take the glass from him and sniff the bright orange coloured drink. I felt a rush from my nose to my head as the fumes hit me. But me being me, I had to taste it. It tasted just like something I'd had before but couldn't identify it. Then it hit me and it felt like my throat was on fire. "Shane what did you give him," Stephen shouted at him, and stared at him.
"Just my usual, quadruple vodka, double Jack Daniels and Red Bull."
"Darrell, are you OK?" Stephen said with a worried look on his face.
"Yeah, I'm fine, that's a good drink." Ronan came over and pointed to a table and nodded his head towards it. Shane and Stephen both nodded back and we went over to the table and took a seat. I started to tip the drink back (I don't know any other way of drinking apart from fast). Just as I was halfway down the drink, 'Tragedy' by Steps came on. I run onto the dance floor dragging Ronan with me. Then it all goes hazy, I remember dancing to the song and going back for some more of my drink. But that's about it.
Bright sunshine hits my face and I open my eyes. Then the pain starts, the room starts spinning and my head starts pounding. I try to sit up but just fall back onto the bed, my arm hitting something. I look over and see Stephen sound asleep. My mind started racing, what did I do last night? Did I do anything with Stephen? Then I looked at him again, he looked so cute his hair falling across his face. I try to get up again and do so with the help of the bedside cabinet. I realise I've got no clothes on. I search around for something to wear. I grab a dressing gown off the floor and head towards a door. It wasn't the bathroom as I had hoped, it led into a room with sofas in it.
"Morning stud," Shane shouts at me, sending shockwaves of pain through my head. I grab at my head and slowly walk towards the sofa where he's sitting. "Not feeling too good, I'm not surprised after what you did last night," he shouted at me winking.
"Do you have to shout?" I manage to mumble.
"Sorry, come sit down and I'll tell you what you did last night."
"I don't wanna know, it's probably to embarrassing," I say as I walk over to the sofa being the glutton for punishment I am, I wanted to know what I'd done.
To be continued????????????
Well there you go guys, part 2. Hope you like it. Again if you have any comments/suggestions, let me know by emailing me at bomber_90@yahoo.com. Sorry, but this will be the last instalment for a while. I have a few problems I have to sort out over here. But keep an eye out for the rest of the story, if you like it and let me know, I'll write some more.