Date: Tue, 22 Aug 2000 04:16:29 -0700 (PDT)
From: Jonathan Andrew Ybanez <j_andrew_andy@yahoo.com>
Subject: second installment of simply words

	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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C h a p t e r   2
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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-----