Date: Tue, 22 Aug 2000 04:15:24 -0700 (PDT) From: Jonathan Andrew Ybanez Subject: initial installment of simply words This story is a simple fantasy of mine with boy band BOYZONE MEMBER, STEPHEN GATELY. The story is entirely fictitious and is wholly made up. Except for the concert in Cebu Coliseum, all the events didn't happen. Though STEPHEN GATELY had already came out June of 1999, this part of the whole composition has already existed long before his confirmation of his homosexuality. 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 a first try for me so I would gladly receive any constructive criticism about this story. 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 on and enjoy! SIMPLY WORDS ---------------- C h a p t e r 1 ---------------- It all happened so innocently enough, as if the fates willed it to happen. I was going home from the local university with a friend. I was hitching a ride with my best friend Mike. He had parked his car at the Cebu Coliseum, where the Boyzone were currently performing. "Hey, Mike, are you going to watch the Boyzone Concert?" I asked. "Wanted to, Andy, but no more time. The concert had long started," Mike pointed out "And look the concert is almost over." "Since, its almost over let's stay out here and wait for a while." I suggested. Secretly, I wanted to have a glimpse of the group, especially Stephen Gately. Boy, does he have the cutest face. There were rumors surrounding his sexuality, people has been talking that he is gay. I always shrugged it off, though I privately, how I wished it was true. "As long you want to, I mean, after all, I'm just riding with you." I added. "Sure, I've got no problem." He looked at me in a funny way, as if he was reading my mind. "You sure liked this group, don't you." "Yeah, I liked their music." I narrowed my eyes, returning his strange gaze. "Why you do you asked?" "Nothing... just nothing." He smiled as he declared... such a mysterious smile... I beginning to suspect that he knows about my secret obsession for the Boys, especially for Stephen Gately. There are a million Boyzone posters and a thousand Stephen Gately Solo pictures posted on the walls of my room. My obsession for this guy stemmed from his youthful looks and his shy personality. Though he especially gives his all during their concert, Stephen is said to an introvert, a deep thinking individual... certainly my type of person. As Mike and I continued our chat, somebody shouted, "They're coming out. Let's go to the back stage entrance." Hurriedly, I ran to the back stage. I didn't care if people were staring at me or if I left Mike at the parking area, I had to see him... I had to see Stephen. I rushed and plunged into the mob. I clawed my way in up to the front. I need to see Stephen Gately, I have to see him,... even just a glimpse of him. When the boy group finally came out of the backstage door, the already untamed crowd behind me went savagely feral and started to push forward. I stood on my ground, hoping not to give way, hoping to at least stay put,... until I see Stephen, that is. Unfortunately the mob was so strong that I couldn't hold on. Just as the boys came out, the crowd rushed in. I fell and landed on someone. "Ohhh,..." Somebody groaned in pain. "Ouch..." I moaned, rubbing my shoulder. "Hey, I'm so sorry. Are you hurt?" "Just my pride..." He joked. "Are you okay." I stood up and began brushing out the dirt off my shirt. "No, I... I, ai, yai, YAI!!!..." I gasped. I landed on top on of him. I shrieked. "STEPHEN GATELY!!!" "So are you okay?" he asked me again "Hey, do you feel okay?" "Stephen, let's go!" "Sorry I have to go now." He told me, concerned. "I hope you're not hurt." Then, he had gone to their bus. I was left standing in a catatonic state, contemplating what just happened, what I had done and what I should have done. Sure, it was one of my greatest fantasies to be on top of him or, even just, under him, but this is ridiculous, ARGGGGG!!!! When the crowd had left the spot to chase the Boys, I finally regained my composure and started to walk away from the backstage entrance. Then, as I walked back towards Mike's car, I stepped on something, I looked down and saw something brown, about the size of videocassette tape. I picked it up and realized it was a leather binder. I opened and examined it carefully and realized that it contained a passport... I studied it carefully then realizing whom it belonged to, I exclaimed. "STEPHEN GATELY'S PASSPORT!!!" The fates must have been smiling. I couldn't believe my luck. My heart was racing and my thoughts were running a million miles per second. Should I keep it, after all, this is a Stephen Gately memorabilia. Gingerly, I put it in my backpack and slowly returned to the car. Throughout the ride home, I was in deep though! I barely said a word. Mike must have noticed something had happen. "Anything wrong?" I didn't hear him. "YO! ANDY!" He called out as he flashed his palm across my face. "ANDY!!! Yo! Man can you hear me? I said if there was any problem?" "No. Nothing." I answered without any emotion. "Not a thing. Nada." "If you say so..." He answered. He carefully looked at me, then triumphantly declared. "You didn't see them, did you!" "Guess again!" I answered. "You've caught a glimpse of them? So why so glum?" He looked at me. "You saw the Boys and you're acting as if somebody died." "I saw them alright." I told him "But I made an entire fool of myself in the process. I fell on top of Stephen Gately. And, if that wasn't a huge embarrassment, I got tongue-tied when he talked to me. He must have thought me as a total idiot!" "Hey, don't worry! All fans are like that." He told me as he patted my back. As he slowed down on a curve, Mike informed me. He told me as he slowed down to a corner. "Your ride is up to here only. You're home, Andy." "Thanks for everything." I said as I went out of the car. "Talk you later." "Sure, call me anytime!" Later that night, as I was watching the evening news, I saw the Boys making a public announcement. "Yes, I would like to call to the person who found my passport, please return it to me. I desperately need it tomorrow." Stephen said. "If you ever find my passport, please go to the Cebu Plaza Hotel or contact me at telephone number 255-6458." Should I return the passport or not. This was Stephen Gately's passport, this could be the only connection I have with Stephen. On the other hand, the poor guy can't leave the country. This is indeed a big moral dilemma. @;-,-'--- @;-,-'--- @;-,-'--- The next morning, I guess my conscience got the better of me... and I also guess this would be the only way I could introduce myself to Stephen. I quickly got out of bed and took a bath. I didn't even eat breakfast. I had to go. "Okay where's that leather binder." I said searching for Stephen's passport. Finding it on the glass cabinet, I exclaimed. "There it is!" "Andy, had you eaten your breakfast?" My mother inquired as she slowly descended down from the wooden stairs. When she finally reached the ground floor, she saw me getting ready to leave. "Andy, where are you going?" "Good morning, mom." I said as I headed for the front door. "I have to go somewhere, returning something. Expect me after lunch. And no breakfast for me, I am already late." I gave her a kiss on the cheek and left. She followed me out of the house and said. "Come back before lunch." "Can't promise..." I said as I hurriedly got into my car. "But I'll try." I drove off and went directly to the Hotel, where Boyzone was staying. Though the hotel was relatively near my house, the drive seems to take hours. When I finally reached the hotel, another mob was forming at the front door. Again, I had to claw my in. When I finally reached the front door, the guards stopped me. Thinking that I was just another fan trying to get in, one of the security personnel asked. "Where do you think you're going." "I'm here to return Stephen Gately's Passport." I replied. "You're here to return his passport?" the guard answered in irritation. "Well, get in line, pal. Everyone here claims to have Mr. Gately's passport." "But I'm telling the truth." I said as I reached inside my bag to retrieve my evidence. "Here's his passport." The guard took the passport and examined it carefully. As he motioned me to go inside the hotel, I overheard him saying to the crowd. "Those who claim to have Mr. Gately's passport, you can all go home now." I entered the hotel and went directly to the front desk. "Good morning, sir. My name is Shirley and how may I help you?" The female receptionist smile. "Yes. Good morning, Shirley ." I smiled as I replied. "Well, I'm here to return Mr. Stephen Gately's passport." "Yes, sir." She answered. "I'll inform Mr. Gately. Who shall I say is calling." "Please tell him that Andrew Tan is here to return his passport." I answered "Hello, good morning. May I speak with Mr. Stephen Gately please... Thank you... Hello, good morning Mr. Gately,.. this is Shirley from front desk, there is a Mr. Andrew Tan to see you... Yes, he's here to return your passport... You'll be sending down one of your staffs... Yes, sir, I'll tell him that... Thank you and good day to you too, Mr. Gately." Shirley said and turned to me. "Mr. Tan, he'll be sending someone over to get you. You can sit there in the lobby while you wait." I thanked Shirley and went over to one of the couches. My heart was thumping so fast that I wondered if it would burst. I can barely hide my excitement and nervousness. I was asking myself if this was really sane. I could see Stephen in person and tell him my feelings or I could just give his assistant the passport and run away like hell. Suddenly, a tall man in a gray suit was standing in front of me. "Mr. Tan, I presume..." The man said. "Yes, I am Andrew Tan!" I said standing up, excitedly. "I'm Jerry O'Brien, Mr. Stephen Gately's administrative assistant. He asked me to take you to his room." "Hey, can just take his passport to him, please?" I handed Jerry the passport. "But sir, he insist to see you." Jerry told me. "He wished to thank you personally. He'll be disappointed if you failed to show up" I hate to sound like an ingrate to circumstances, but I'm having second thoughts about meeting Stephen. What if he isn't gay. I'd only look and sound like a fool. "Sir, please come with me." He asked as if pleading. "He'd really like thank you." Reluctantly I agreed. We went up to the penthouse and Jerry knocked on the door. The door opened and Ronan came out to greet us. "Hi, I'm Ronan." He smiled as introduced himself. "Please come in. You must be Andrew. Stephen has been waiting for you. He's just over in the other room taking care of somethings." I couldn't believe my eyes. All the members of Boyzone were there. It was like being in the presence of royalty. I went into the room and stood there stunned. All the boys introduced themselves and thank me. But Stephen wasn't there with them. I was beginning to wonder where he was. Then behind I heard somebody spoke. "Hi there! You must be Andy." "Stephen Gately!!!!" I started gushing after I turned around. "Mr. Gately, I have been a big fan of yours since 'Love Me For A Reason'. There is nothing I could compare with your voice. Believe me, you really sound like an angel." Then I stopped. I couldn't believe that I just said... I couldn't believe that I sounded like an obsessive stalker. I started to apologize to him. "I'm really sorry for sounding like a obsessive, compulsive fan. But you are really a great singer. You really are!" "Just a normal fan reaction. I have seen that a billion times already." He shrugged with a smile. Then he quipped. "And that was just today!" We all giggled. "I'm really sorry for landing on top of you last night." I apologized to him again. "I just hope that you didn't hurt yourself last night." "Just my pride." He smiled shyly. "I can see that we are not wanted here." Shane joked. "Let's move out, men." "No, please... don't go." I asked them, though deep inside I really wished to be alone with Stephen. "You can't believe how long I wanted to talk with you all." "That's okay, really." Keith said "No problem, Andrew. Actually, we have to do some packing right now. We'll be leaving for Manila this morning." Mikey said in a matter of factly manner. To my relief, all of them left the room. Now, my biggest problem was how to talk with Stephen without getting tongue-tied. "I'm very please that you were able to return my passport to me." He flashed his cutest of smiles. "Most fanatics would rather keep it for themselves. You don't know how much trouble you have saved me." "That's no problem. Anything for the Boyzone" I smiled back then thought "...anything for you, Stephen..." "If I really lost my passport," He explained. "I would have to go to the Irish Embassy. And believe me, that would be no easy task." Then he went on babbling about something or another. In my mind, undressing him, unbuckling his belt, opening is shirt, sliding his pants and underwear down his sexy legs. I stood there, imagining... fantasizing how it would feel being the bottom of a very impish angel. "Andrew, are you still with me here?" He gave me one of his trademark grins. "Oh,.. uhmm,.. oh sure!" I drown in my flight of fancy. "You were saying?.." "Well, considering you are one of our biggest fans..." He began. "Might I asked what you really liked about us?" "Well, I really like you out of your pants." I thought out loud. "Oh, did I just blurt that out?" I thought wide-eyed. "Oh, I couldn't believe I just said that. I hope he missed that line." "Pardon me." He turned around to asked me. He looked quite shocked. I turned away from his gazed as I blushed. "I said your music,... uhmmm,.. your music can really put me in a trance." I hastily added. "That's what I really like about your songs." "Oh, I thought I heard something else." He smiled again. This guy can really smile, and it's making me a nervous wreck. "Well, Andrew..." "Please, all my friends call me Andy." I interrupted "Okay... Andy, I'd like to thank you very much for this act. You don't know how much heartache you have spared me." He said as he handed me a white letter envelope. "So I'm giving you this..." I looked at the envelope carefully and opened it gingerly. Inside, the envelope contained a plane ticket to Manila and US$1,500.00 in cold cash. I looked at him with a quizzical look and asked. "What's this all about?..." "In gratitude for the return of my passport, the boys and I decided to take you with us to our Concert in Manila." He told me. "Now the question is 'Will Mr. Andrew Tan be joining us in our tour of Manila or not?'" "And, you know what Andy..." He came close to me and whispered to my ear. "I never take 'no' for an answer" For a shy type person, he was really intimidating. He came closer to me... still closer and yet closer. Then he gave me a kiss, a very sweet kiss on the lips, a kiss titillating yet innocent, a long hot kiss that would melt iron into a boiling puddle of fire. I was surprised... uncomfortable... shocked even... I was bothered with what he had done... But I loved it... Sensing that I failed to return the kiss, he broke away from our close embrace and apologized to me. "I'm sorry... I'm sorry, Andy, I shouldn't have done that. That was very unprofessional of me. I do hope that this wouldn't leak out in the media." He walked away, looking a bit edgy. He turned towards the window and looked out towards the mountainside. "I can understand if you decided not to go with us." I approached him and held his shoulder. He turned around and I said "I understand and don't worry about it. It will be our little secret." I looked at his sad bluish-grayish eyes and instantly kissed him back. The fire inside me couldn't take it anymore. If I had to stop this, I would literally explode. "Stephen, you don't know how long I wanted to..." "Shhh..," Stephen said as he covered his hand on my mouth to hush me. Softly, he caressed and touched my face, moving his hands up to my forehead then running and feeling his finger down to my cheek moving further down to my lips. He, then, wrapped his arms around me. He slowly began passionately kissing my neck. I could feel his erection pressing against my own. He reached forward and pulled my T-shirt, sliding it up my chest. I closed my eyes and was drowning in the deep passion that I felt at that moment. Stephen pulled away and took my hand. He took me over to the bed and sat on it. He smiled at me, making me turn into total mush. He, then, proceeded to gently tongue and nibble my hard nipple. I moaned with pleasure as he moved on to my other nipple. After giving them each quite a few minutes of attention he began to kiss his way down my chest and stomach. He reached my belt and undid it, sliding my pants down to my ankles. He looked at the large bulge in my briefs, the front so soaked with pre-cum it looked like I had already shot my load. He then pulled down my briefs and my six-and-a-half cock sprang free. "Oh, wow. It's beautiful." He said and I blushed intensely. He bent forward and slowly licked my excitement off of the exposed head. A shiver of sensuality ran up and down my spine. He ran his tongue around my glans and cleaned up the pre-cum from all around the head. He then looked up at me, his eyes sparkling and driving me wild. He began to slowly slide his head down my cock, savoring every inch of it. The next thing I knew, his face was buried deep in my pubes. He paused there, allowing himself to adjust his jaw to the length and girth of my dick. It was like dream. Stephen's warm mouth was sliding up and down my cock. He began to play with my balls, which were tightening as I felt a familiar tingling in them. This was so hot. I knew I wasn't going to last much longer. I was on the edge of ecstasy, on the verge of physical eruption. He began to suck faster and even faster. Finally I could hold back no longer. "Stephen, OH MY GODDDD!!!." I cried out. "EAT ME GOOD!!!" He only grunted and slid back so that the first shot landed right on his tongue. I shot like I never had before. I didn't know I had so much cum in my balls. He tried to take it all but couldn't. I could see the cum dripping at the side of his lips. Finally, he withdrew it from his mouth and jerked the last few shots onto his face. Stephen gently turned me around and sat me on the bed, then took of his shirt. I evaluated his body. "Nice, smooth chest and a six-pack. This is just going to be great." He used his shirt to wipe the jizz off his smooth, handsome face and smiled at me. "I love your taste." "Let me taste you, please." I begged He just smiled his usual disarming smile. So I grabbed the buttons of his jeans. He just looked down at me while I undo his pants and boxers. Before me was the most amazing cock I had ever seen. It was cut, about seven inches with a big, purple mushroom head on it. It was so thick, that I wondered where to start and how to fit it all in my mouth. "You like?" He asked, still smiling. I responded by sliding the head into my mouth. Now, I don't how to suck cock because it was my first time but I know I could do it. So I started to work over the head with my tongue as he moaned in approval. Surprisingly my cock resurrected back to hits full height again. I sucked Stephen for a few minutes before he pulled my head off his dick and leaned over and kissed me, hard on the lips. "Let's see if your dick is as good in my ass as it was in my mouth." He said. I was absolutely stunned. I figured that we would suck each other and jerk off, but I didn't think of anal. This was my ultimate fantasy... fucking my bronze god in his ass. But even if I had, I had assumed Stephen was a top. But he wanted me to fuck him! All I could do was nod. So he reached into the nightstand and brought out a bottle of lubricant and a condom. "Give it all to me Andy. I can take you" he whispered as he applied some lubricant into the condom and then rolled it down my hard dick. He then squirted more lube on the condom and stroked me to get it properly lubed up. Then he lain on his back on the bed and spread his legs. I bent over and kissed him, then positioned his legs up on my shoulders. Slowly, I pressed the head of my dick against his asshole and pushed. He groaned as the head broke through the ring. "Oh my god, that's painful!!! He screamed in anguish "Did I hurt you..." I stopped, worried... I became afraid. Never in my life did I want to hurt him in anyway. "No, keep going. It's been a while but it'll feel good." He said. So I began to slowly slide my cock in and before I knew it my balls were resting against his smooth ass. I leaned over and began to kiss him as I slowly slid my dick in and out of his ass. He groaned with pleasure as I nibbled on his neck. I found my rhythm and began to fuck him faster, causing him to cry out ecstatically. Next thing I knew something wet and sticky landed on my chest. Another splatter hit me in the stomach and I realized he was cumming! This caused his sphincter to tighten, making me lose it. My cock swelled up and then began to fill the tip of the condom with another big load of cum. We gasped as our orgasms subsided and my softening cock slipped out of his stretched hole. He kissed me again, then grabbed some tissue and began to slowly clean the cum off of my body, then his. I stopped him, and licked up the last few drops. "Ohhhh, you're good..." I said. He kissed me again, and tasted some of his cum that was still on my tongue. "Yeah, but you're better. " He said. He gently unrolled the condom from my cock, tied it up, and tossed it into the garbage. He kissed me again and I laid my head on his muscular chest. He was cradling me in his chest, cuddling me as if I was a young babe, and before I knew it I fell asleep in his warm and gentle arms. -----to be continued-----