Date: Fri, 1 Nov 2002 14:21:32 EST
From: GarethSam@aol.com
Subject: gareth-and-sam 3

This story is a work of fiction. It contains scenes that involve sex
between consenting adult men and if this offends you, you are underage, or
prohibited by law from viewing such material leave now.

Nothing in this story should be taken to imply that Gareth Gates is gay or
that the events portrayed are in any way real or based on knowledge of
actual events. It is a work of pure fiction.

The real Gareth Gates has a speech impediment when talking (but not
singing). While I have acknowledged this in the text I do not attempt to
truly represent it.

Thank you for the generous comments on this story. (Although I don't
necessarily need all the details guys.)  All comments on this gratefully
received at GarethSam@aol.com.

Chapter 3 The day after

I slept fitfully. I always did when I wasn't used to the person in the bed
with me.  (Although my experience of new partners was very limited.)

I didn't mind though because every time I woke I would reposition myself to
watch Gareth sleep. All the lights were on when I first woke so I gently
switched off the room lights at the bedside, there was still plenty to see
by, coming through the open door.

Gareth seemed to be sleeping like a baby. I watched his chest rise and fall
and breathed in hard to take in his scent and gently stroked him. It felt
so good to be there. A feeling of safety and fulfilment. There was a
certainty and rightness about this I had never felt before. I closed in
tighter to Gareth, who had an arm above his head on the pillow and snuggled
into his body again, then fell back asleep. At least twice more I woke and
admired my lover, drinking in the atmosphere and wrapping myself around
him.

The phone rang. I didn't realise the comfort and warmth of having Gareth
curled up behind me, his arm around my chest until he moved away to answer
the phone.

"Yeah."

"Thanks." And Gareth replaced the receiver. He leaned over to me and kissed
me gently on the forehead. "Morning Sammy. I feel fucking fantastic. What
about you?"

"Like all my birthdays just came at once. But you don't think that little
peck is all you are going to get away with do you." I lunged at Gareth's
semi-hard cock and he fell back on the bed. "I want a proper kiss. NOW!"

Gareth was only too happy to oblige as I straddled his hips and held his
arms down.  He is an awesome kisser. "You need a shave." I said as we broke

" You too, and I've got to get up lover. I have meetings this morning and
an interview this afternoon. And I need to rehearse."

"It's only 7 o'clock. Surely we've got time to...you know?"

"I have to be out by 8.15, and it will take me a while to get ready." This
was a new side to Gareth, business like and determined. "And after last
night I am in dire need of a shower."

"Great idea. We can kill two birds with one stone."

"That wasn't what I meant..."started Gareth.

"Don't spoil it by not going with the flow." I shuffled down the bed and
lowered my face to Gareth's crotch and looked hard. "I definitely need to
wash that."

"Okay then." Gareth jumped up from the bed and walked towards the bathroom
door.

I followed him into the bathroom, which had a large shower cabinet in one
corner and a bath in the other. A mirror ran down one side above a counter
with two washbasins in it. Gareth went to the toilet and began to pee.

I moved up behind him and put one hand around his waist and with the other
began to gently brush his nipple. Gareth turned his head and I stuck my
tongue out to meet his. We fenced briefly and I stroked the hair on his
chest. We changed places and Gareth put his hands on my shoulders and
nibbled at my ear. As I finished he went to the shower and started to run
the water.

As I joined him Gareth was half erect.

"I was thinking about this in the shower at Singapore." He said. "It wasn't
just doing my hair that held me up." He gave his dick a couple of quick
pulls and me one of those cute wide grins that made his cheek dimple.

"Me too." I closed the door and took some shower gel and applied it to my
hands and then his chest. We soaped each other and I paid special attention
to Gareth's now fully erect dick. I turned around to let Gareth do my back
and as he got to my arse he worked his fingers into the crack. I
immediately thought of he pleasure he had given me there last night and my
dick virtually screamed for relief.

I turned back and put my arms around his shoulders as the water rinsed off
the soap.

"I think we have time for a little fun." Said Gareth and we kissed under
the stream of warm water.

Gareth slipped from under my arms and knelt in front of me. He took my
straining tool in his hand and then began to lick around the head. He
quickly changed tactic and began to suck my cock and as he did so I felt
his hand at my arse. I parted my legs slightly to give him better access
and he stuck his finger in.

As Gareth sucked he pushed his finger in and out in time. Well musicians
need a sense of timing. This time Gareth varied his technique, alternating
between taking my cock deep into his throat and allowing it to hit his
tonsils and than paying attention to the head, using his tongue to bring me
very close to cumming. I had little to do, but look down and admire his
efforts. He seemed to be able to wrap his tongue around the head and as he
did so for about the fourth time I lost control.

"Oh. Yesss babe.  Here it comes." I groaned "Gazzz". Gareth did not back
off. He stuck a second finger up my hole and started to turn both around. I
began to shoot my load and he swallowed it all.

As I finished he got up and kissed me, and I could taste my cum in his
mouth.

"Good job." I panted, "but only half done". I looked down at his dick and
held it, rubbed it a little then turned. I easily had room to bend over in
the large shower cubicle and I put one hand on the wall to stop me piling
my head into it.

"What about lube?" Gareth asked.

"Use a bit of soap." I replied and Gareth rubbed his fingers on a bar in
the soap dish. He inserted his fingers in my hole again and rubbed the bar
of soap on his dick at the same time.

Satisfied that my hole was ready to take his throbbing member Gareth
positioned himself behind me. He pressed his cock head against my hole and
pushed gently, but firmly. His cock felt tight in my arsehole and he waited
before pressing it further in.  Then with three more gentle strokes I felt
his balls and pubic hair slap against me and I knew he was all the way in.

"That feels so good" I moaned. As I did so I stood up and reached over my
head to find Gareth's. Gareth began to up the speed of his fucking and I
turned my head to his and put my tongue in his mouth. Gareth began to fuck
me hard as I tried to keep our mouths in contact.

Gareth placed his hands on my pecs and began to rub them up and down. I
gave up trying to kiss him and placed both hands on the wall as with the
increasing intensity of Gareth's shagging I was in danger of losing my
balance.

The passion of the moment was becoming overwhelming and Gareth was slamming
his rd deep into me as he began to reach a peak. He put his arms under
mine, placing his hands on my shoulder. It was all I could do to keep both
of us upright.

"Oh yess. Yess.  SAM, this is for you." And Gareth began to plant his load
in my arse. I tried to turn to see his face at that moment, but just caught
a glimpse of him, eyes closed, neck stretched up, giving his all.

As we both relaxed Gareth pulled out and I turned, just catching him under
the arms as his legs seemed to give a little. We began to kiss again as
Gareth regained his composure.

"Shit. Is it always as good as this?" he asked.

"Not always." I honestly replied. "But it helps when both people care so
much for each other."  So much for that `one day at a time' shit from last
night.

With that Gareth let go and said. "I really have to get ready." He quickly
stepped into the water again then left the shower. I followed moments
later, having a little more to attend to.

As we dried off Gareth asked me to order breakfast. "I need at least twenty
five minutes to shave and do my hair.

I went to order breakfast from room service and then returned to the
bathroom where Gareth was using an electric razor.

"I have to use one of these to avoid nicks." He explained. "I have to look
beautiful for my public."

"You achieve your goal." I said as I put the toilet seat down and sat on
it. I was looking forward to watching Gareth get ready.

"You bastard." He yelled.

"What! What is it?" I stood up as I spoke.

"You've given me a zit. Look. Right there under my nose."

I moved across the room and looked at his face in the mirror.

"Where?"

"Just there." He pointed at a hardly noticeable mark. "If I get one every
time we shag I'll look like a pizza by Christmas."

This was encouraging as it was already 13th December.

"You may never touch me again." He decreed, raising his hand in a stop
sign.  "My career will be ruined".

I put one hand on his bare arse and the other on his dick, gently rubbing
the head through his foreskin. Kissing his shoulder I said, "Are you
absolutely sure?"

"Fuck my career then." He laughed and turned and kissed me. "Now get out of
the way and let me do my hair." I sat back down.

"Sam. We just had unprotected sex. Does that matter?"

"Probably not." I had to think. "You can't have anything nasty, and I'm
pretty sure I don't. I've always been totally careful."

"Fine. Just thought I'd mention it." Then he added. "We ought to be careful
from now on though."

"Absolutely." I replied.

I watched as he carefully arranged his hair into spikes, using gel to keep
them in place. He was meticulous, making sure everything was just so. He
began to sing as he did so.

"You are the sunshine of my life..." And he shot glances at me via the
mirror in between lines and spikes.

I was very happy watching him work naked in front of the mirror, but there
was a knock on the door. It was room service.

I got up and looked for a robe, then hurried to the door and let the maid
in. She put the breakfast on the table and left. I was eating some cereal
as Gareth came out with nothing on but his boxers.

"Could you pour me some tea please? I need to phone my Mum." He sat next to
me on the sofa and dialled his home number.

"We speak every day. They worry I'll be lonely." He took the tea and began
to talk at the same time.

He was fine, how were the rest of the family. Everything was going okay. He
was on TV tomorrow, a kids Saturday morning show. Simon Cowell would be out
for the first concert and as far as he knew ticket sales were going fine.

"I've got a friend here keeping me company. The one I met on the plane."

It is always odd being on just one end of a conversation. I made a stupid
face to put him off and he stuck his tongue out at me.

"Yes you will meet him when you get here."

My God he was planning for me to meet the parents. That had never happened
before!

He rang off. "What's the time?"

"Five past eight." I replied.

"Shit." And Gareth ran off to get dressed. Five minutes later he emerged in
jeans, tee shirt and leather jacket. He looked soooo cool. I especially
liked the way the shape of his pecs and nipples stood out under the tight
white tee shirt.

"What are you doing for the rest of the day?"

"I need to go back to my parents."

"I'll send my driver, Steve, back to take you home. Probably around
nine. Is that okay?"

"Fine."

"They want me to go out to dinner with the Managing Director, his wife and
teenage daughters tonight. I'm free from tomorrow lunch until Monday
morning though. Sorry."

"That's okay." I stood up and put my arms around Gareth's neck. "But I
don't know how I will last that long without seeing you." We engaged in a
long passionate kiss that was interrupted by the phone ringing.

Gareth answered while I hung on to his spare hand. "Steve's
downstairs. I'll call you....What's your mobile number?"

"Don't have one here. Too expensive."

"At your parents then. Give Steve the number."

"Okay. Be careful out there. Friday 13th you know." I grabbed him again and
kissed him.

"Got to go." Gareth broke free and made for the door. "Love you Sam."

"Soppy git." I said and threw a cushion after him. "Bye babe."

And he was gone. I worked out how many hours it was until tomorrow
lunchtime. I stopped myself from doing it twice.

I finished eating and then got ready. I used Gareth's razor, I figured he
wouldn't mind, but it did a poor job on my soft beard.

It had been some time since I had been fucked and twice in less than twelve
hours left me moving carefully about the suite.  I decided to stay still
and flicked through the TV channels until at quarter past nine the phone
rang again. My driver had arrived! I was going up in the world.

In the lobby Steve met me. "G'day. You Sam?" he said with a cheery grin. He
was a big man, at least 6' 2", and nearly crushed my hand as he shook
it. Shit. `Is this what happens when you turn into a big nelly bottom', I
thought?

I told him where my parents lived and he took me to the car, a large white
Mercedes. We said little until we were about half way to my folks.

"How do you know Gareth?" Steve asked.

"We met on the plane." I replied.

"He's a different bloke this morning. He was miserable as sin when he
arrived.  Today he was practically bouncing around the car."

"He had some good news." I said. We exchanged idle chat until we got close
to my parents house.

"I need to give you my folk's number for Gareth."

"He said not to bother. I'm to give you the package on the back seat
instead."  Steve said.

I reached back and got the carrier bag from behind.

"That is why it took me so long to come back for you. Gareth insisted we
stop and buy it."

It was taped up across the top. "What is it?" I asked

"Well we got it in a mobile phone shop."  Steve replied.

I decided that I would wait until I got inside to open it.  We arrived and
I thanked Steve for the lift and practically ran up the drive so I could
open my present.

Nobody was at home, but there was a note from Mum that she had gone
shopping, but would be back by lunchtime. I went to my room to open the
carrier bag.

Inside was a box containing a Nokia `Pay-as-you-go' phone. There was some
writing on the box in black felt tip.

`So we can keep in touch. I got them to give me a charged battery. Love
Gaz.'

I opened the box. There was $40 of credits inside. I switched the phone on
and put it on the bedside table while I read the instructions. As I did so
the phone beeped.

`2 messages received' it said on the screen.

I pressed `Read' and the same number came up twice. I opened the first one.

`Thanx 4 last nite. Hope you like the phone. Missing you. Luv Gaz.'

I smiled as I read the message. I opened the second one.

`In a meeting about the staging for the concerts. Not my department
really. Keep in touch. Luv U. Gaz.'

I decided to reply. `Thanks for the phone babe. Luv U 2. Sam.' I pressed
send. The message was not delivered straight away. I guess Gaz had his
phone off.

Being unsure of how much credit was on the phone already I put $20 on. Then
I gathered my laptop and notes to try and do some work on my
dissertation. I had brought it thinking I was going to be bored a lot of
the time!

After twenty minutes or so the phone bleeped again. My message had been
delivered. Less than a minute later the phone rang.

"Hi Sam. It's Gaz."

"Not a shock as you are the only person who knows the number." I said.

"How are you?" he asked.

"I've got a sore arse." I replied.

There was laughter the other end of the phone. "I'm with some people, we
are waiting for the Road Manager to turn up."

I took this to mean he couldn't say anything personal. I naturally
respected the situation.

"I'm stroking my cock now." I said, "And it wants you Gaz." I wasn't but
this was the sort of thing I felt fitted the occasion.

"Good. I'm glad you have something constructive to do."

I decided that I couldn't keep the deception going.

"No, not really, I'm doing some university work."

"Really. What?"

"An econometric model of attendances at Premier League football
matches. It's a sort of statistical analysis of what is most important in
determining attendances."

"Are you doing Bradford?" Gaz asked.

"No. Premier League teams love."

"They will be when I've bought them."

"That's right. Easy come, easy go." I laughed.

"Got to go. Call you later."

He rang off. But during the rest of the day he called three more times. It
helped a lot, as I didn't like being apart from him. I knew we were in the
chemical part of the relationship. In lust as much as in love, but being
apart was agony.

Gaz didn't phone after 3 o'clock, but I knew he was rehearsing. Dad came
home about 4pm. They always knock off early in Australia on a Friday.

Dad said he wanted to play golf on Saturday morning. Would I partner him
against some work colleagues? It meant missing Gareth's TV appearance, but
I thought I ought to go as I had not been around much since arriving. I
wished my sister was there to take some of the pressure, but she was too
busy at work to come out.

At 5.30pm my withdrawal symptoms were manifesting themselves again and I
got up to wander about a bit. As I did so I saw Steve's Merc outside and
Gareth striding up the drive. I immediately headed for the door, excited at
the unexpected arrival of my lover.

The doorbell rang and Dad got there first. Gareth stood there a big smile
on his face.  He held his hand out to my Dad.

"Hi. I'm Gareth..." he looked past my Dad to me walking down the corridor.
"Sam's boyfriend."

Fuck! Dad looked around.

"Sam! What the fucking hell.."

Gareth's expression turned to total horror. He had just outted me to my Dad
and could see he was not happy. Gareth was breathing hard, trying to say
something, but nothing was coming out.

"Sam. What is this bastard saying? Explain yourself." Dad was shouting at
me.

Gareth was beginning to cry. `Sorry' he mouthed to me. Dad was continuing
to rant. I wasn't panicking because of Dad's reaction. I knew he would
react like this, which was why I had never told him. I was worried about
Gareth who was in clear distress.

"I'll be back later." I said and pushed past Dad and bundled Gareth out of
the doorway.

"Okay babe. Don't worry." I put my arm around Gaz and walked him around the
side of the house.

********

The next chapter will feature Gareth as the narrator. This is partly, to
vary the style, but it fits the story well. Also I have to get out of Sam's
head for my own safety!  I have only planned up to the middle of chapter 4
and after that updates will be infrequent, if at all. I have a living to
earn!