Date: Fri, 11 Mar 2005 21:09:13 +0000
From: tsunami@london.com
Subject: McFly - Dougie's Private Fantasy - Part 1

Usual disclaiming sort of stuff, I don't know McFly, I don't know their
sexualities, this story is not in any way based on real life events. Oh,
and it contains gay sex, so please make sure you're 18.

      Dougie sat by the bath, twisting the can-opener, his hands shaking.
It was weird, he thought, that he could be nervous about something so
simple. He was just going to have a bath. Yes, that's all. Have a bath. One
last twist and the can came loose, dropping to the floor, some of the
contents spilling bright red onto the yellow bath mat. He cursed, grabbing
for the toilet roll and mopping up the slick mixture.  Carefully, he poured
the contents of the tin into the bath with all the others, and stacked the
tin with the other discarded ones by the toilet. He was almost ready. He
stood, and purposely looked away from what awaited him. He slowly took off
his t- shirt, looking down at his thin body. All the fansites said he was
hot, sweet, cute, sexy... but he'd never seen it. He'd looked at his
bandmates and seen why everyone fancied them... except Tom... but he had
a... weirdness value all to himself. Back to the present, trembling hands
undid his belt, thinking of how much he'd seen his bandmates do that, yet
not been able to enjoy it. No! This wasn't about them, it was a private
fantasy. He pushed his jeans down his legs, now in just his boxers,
slightly tended. Goddammit, this wasn't a sexual thing, why couldn't he get
the guys out of his head? He shook himself, but that didn't help. He went
to the basin and ran it full of cold water, before plunging his face
in. That worked. He pulled a towel from the rack and dried his face, his
still-wet hair hanging down over his eyes. He turned back towards the
mirror, catching sight of the bath, filled with red juice. He
shivered. Still, he'd come this far. His white boxers slid down his legs,
leaving him naked. He carefully removed the few items of jewellery he had
on, and placed them on the windowsill, before turning round. The bath
awaited.

      Now he was in the position to do it, his mind was telling him every
second what a dumb idea it was. Why would anyone do it? Why did he want to?
Suddenly the red slop in the tub took on a scary quality. It was calling to
him more than anything he'd known before (well, except maybe Danny's
arse... Goddammit, not again!). He took a step forward, another, another,
until he was standing over it, looking down into the red goo with orange
lumps. A baked bean bath. Something he'd wanted for ages.  As a kid, he'd
always liked getting messy -- his mum had hated him for the amount of
clothes he went through playing in the mud. Much as he hated to admit it,
that mud had almost been sexual for him. He remembered how much he'd liked
all those CBBC shows with gunge in them -- Run the Risk, Double Dare, Get
your Own Back, and of course those random celebrity gungings on the
Saturday morning shows. Fun House too -- in fact, that had been the best of
all. Somehow the gunging was always so much risqué on it than on the other
shows. That and he'd liked the Go-Karts. He'd had his first dry orgasm
thinking of competing on that show. With a hot girl of course.

      As he grew up, he'd learnt of people doing crazy things for charity --
wearing drag, vows of silence, dying their hair... but the messy things
always fascinated him most. He'd paid at school to pour cold water over his
maths teacher for Children in Need. But what fascinated him most was the
baked bean bath. It was a ridiculous concept. Fill a bath full of baked
beans, get in. Stay in for charity. Who came up with it? Dougie didn't
care, he just wanted to try it. Obviously, it was a bit hard to do at home
since his parents would wonder why he had a thousand tins of baked beans in
his cupboard, but now he was living with the guys... they wouldn't
care. He'd indulged enough of their whims over the time they'd been living
together. They'd have to live with his.

      Again, he looked down at what awaited him. He was this close, but he
couldn't decide how to start. Stepping in and sitting down seemed a bit
lame for something so special. He stood there for a while, inhaling the
tomato aroma. Best vegetable in his opinion. After all, something that went
on pizza, chips and in beans couldn't be beaten. Except by
broccoli. Finally, he worked out the best way to get in.  One hand on the
nearside of the bath, other on the far side, he lifted his left foot off
the ground, placing it at the end of the bath, then did the same with his
right foot. He was poised precariously a few inches above the beans. So
close...

      He was scared. He admitted it. He'd never done anything like this
before, but it was thrilling. And exciting, if his cock had a say in
things. He slowly started lowering his naked ass towards the beans. So
close... close, closer, closer... He jumped as the cold beans touched his
smooth cheeks. Heh -- that felt nice actually. He lifted up again, and then
back, the beans moving half an inch higher up his ass than before. Oh yeah,
this was nice. An inch lower, the tomato juice was tickling the few hairs
in his ass crack. No. Not yet.

      He raised himself back up again, and let one foot fall into the
beans. He wiggled his toes, loving the feel of the beans squishing between
his toes. He brought his foot back above the surface, and watched the juice
drip off, making his foot feel silky and smooth. He wriggled his toes
against each other, rejoicing in the sensations.

      But enough playing. His arms were getting tired, and he wanted to
feel the beans on the rest of his body. He lowered his ass again, stopping
only when the beans touched his asshole -- a sharp intake of breath for the
pleasure. Down further, he sighed as the beans rushed to cover his
hips. Moving his legs in one by one, he lowered himself fully into the tub,
watching the beans rise up his chest, past his pink nipples until he was
submerged up to his neck. He let his arms sink into the slop, finally
fulfilling his fantasy. There was a load of beans squished up his ass
crack, he wiggled a bit, trying to get them out, but gave up. Still, it did
make the beans move against his hard cock, making him giggle.

      He sat up a bit higher, watching the juice run off his smooth
chest. He rubbed his hands over his nipples, delighting in the smoothness
of the contact. He grabbed a handful of beans and mashed them onto his
chest, squishing them into his smooth skin, laughing ecstatically. He
scooped up some juice, splashing it over his shoulders, then rubbing it in
to his armpits. Once again, his hands returned to his nipples, pinching
them, though they slipped with the juice. He let his hand wander down under
the surface, down over his flat stomach, feeling the rougher texture of his
pubes. A second later, his hand was wrapped firmly around his hard cock,
and he gave a contented sigh. Still, he wanted to try something else. He
let go of his cock, and ran his hand over his balls, tight up against his
crotch. Not there, lower... Finally, his middle finger settled on his
asshole, running around the rim, again delighting in the smoothness. He
started pushing slowly, unsure of this. He's never really tried sticking
things up his ass before, even though that was what his latest batch of
fantasies were based around. The image of Danny invaded his head again, but
this time he didn't try to get rid of it. He'd seen him naked before, brief
glimpses, accidentally of course. He cast his mind back to the time he'd
walked in the bath -- remembered the splashing and how Danny hadn't really
seemed that bothered about getting him out of the bathroom, even though the
water was perfectly clear. It was that one moment that had deluded him
enough to think he had a chance of getting together with Danny. He knew his
friend was straight -- he'd seen him bring home enough girls, and heard them
too. In fact, he was probably the only member of McFly to never have kissed
someone with a passion. There had been that light kiss on the lips at that
new years bash he remembered -- that cute newsreader Kate Sanderson -- but
that had been it. In fact, that was pretty much the only bit of the evening
he remembered -- Tom had been handing him vodka the entire evening. He'd
woken up the next morning in his clothes cuddling Harry's Eeyore donkey.
His middle finger slipped into his ass, and he settled deeper into the
beans, a contented smile on his face.


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