Date: Sun, 21 Apr 2002 22:44:15 +0100 (BST)
From: becki_monster@yahoo.co.uk
Subject: Backstage Life: Part one, Nothing But Trouble.

Disclaimer:  The story is totally fiction and we don't
know anything about sexuality of the characters
mentioned and are not implying anything by writing
this.  I am not sure if this legal where you live and
if it isn't or you are under 18 please do not
continue.  This story contains sex related material
and may offend some people.

Chapter 1

The sun streamed through the open gap in the curtains,
creating a shaft of light right along the lad's king
size bed.  As the light hit Ben's face he slowly began
to open his eyes, he blinked a couple of times and
then raised himself into a sitting position.

" Oh God.... I hate mornings!"  Ben rubbed his eyes and
looked down on his sleeping friend.

Mark was curled up facing away from him with the
sunlight resting across the side of his head, ` God,
was he cute first thing in the morning' Ben thought to
himself, he leaned towards him and gently kissed his
cheek.  Ben decided to get up and have a shower, he
hated just sitting around, it bored him too much.  As
he entered the bathroom he heard a muffled whimper
from behind him, he turned round to see Mark slowly
sitting up.

"Hey Honey, sleep well?" Ben asked as he entered the
bathroom and turned the shower on, to warm up the
water.

"Would have! If you hadn't kept snoring in my ear."
Mark replied jokingly.  Ben ran back into the room and
threw himself onto the bed,

"Me! You're the one who sounds like a bulldozer when
you snore."  Ben jumped onto Mark pushing him down and
pining him there,

"See.  You can't even fight your way free, let alone
win this argument."  Mark struggled underneath Ben
trying to get free,

"Well if you didn't weigh so much then maybe I would."
Mark replied, he stopped moving and quietly smiled and
whispered,

 "I bet I know one way I could get free."

"Try your worst wimp!" Ben replied with a big grin on
his face.

With that Mark lent up and kissed Ben, Ben's grip
loosened and he followed Mark's head back to the
pillow.  Mark rolled Ben onto his back and lay on top
of him.  They kissed every now and then, letting their
tongues explore the other's.  Mark lifted his head
away from Ben's and smiled

"See, told ya so."  Ben smiled back and went to kiss
Mark again.  Mark sat up, smiled and just replied,

"Well my shower awaits me, thanks for putting it on
for me Sweety, should be nice and hot by now."

With this Mark jumped up and ran towards the bathroom,
with Ben closely following behind him.

"Just you wait a minute mister!  Who said anything
about you having MY shower?" Ben exclaimed rather
regally.

"No one.... I just decided to have one and there's
nothing you can do about it," replied Mark, taking his
top off and exposing his tanned body and pecs.

On seeing that Mark really did intend getting in the
shower before him, Ben threw off his top and boxer's
to reveal his naked body, jumped into the shower and
immediately jumped out again shouting,

"OUCH! That's hot, very hot!!!"

Mark burst into a fit of laughter and turned the heat
down.  Seeing Ben was getting agitated by his giggles,
Mark went over to him and started rubbing Ben's penis.

"Ahh, there there.... Daddy will make it all better,"
he said in a rather condescending voice.

Ben getting turned on by Mark's rubbing action, pulled
Mark's boxer's down and rapped his fingers round
Mark's rapidly expanding penis.
Ben's penis was now fully hard and measured about 8
inches, when Mark's was full, which it soon would be,
it measured 10 1/2 inches.  Although Ben was envious
of Mark's tackle, he was none-the-less happy with his
own. Now the two guys were naked, Mark pulled he and
Ben into the shower and closed the door.  He then
proceeded to kiss Ben's neck and shoulders, while
still caressing his penis.

"Oh, Mark that feels so good! Gasped Ben

"Give me more."

"What, more.... I don't think you deserve more Ben, in
fact I think you've had quite enough!"

"Mark... Baby.... please?" implored Ben.

"Okay, you know I can't resist you when you give me
those puppy dog eyes." said Mark.

He then crouched down and took Ben's penis whole into
his mouth, sucking and teasing with his tongue.  Ben's
arms, now outstretched, pushed against two walls of
the shower unit, showing the intense pleasure he was
receiving from his band mate.
He could feel the swell begin to build inside him,
getting ready to explode with all the force of an
atomic bomb and then he couldn't hold it anymore, he
shot his load, wave after wave of hot cum, into Mark's
mouth.
Mark swallowed the sweet liquid and stood up.

"Now, don't you think I deserve a little something in
return?" asked Mark.

"Yep, here you go," said Ben kissing Mark on the lips.

"Oh no, not this time.... I've fallen for that before
you little sneak, now bend over!"

Mark was quite upset, Ben had played this trick on him
several times before and gotten away with it.  He
grabbed Ben and turned him round.

"Take it like a man Ben!" Shouted Mark as he pushed
his 10 1/2 inches into Ben's bottom.

Half an hour later, Ben limped out of the bathroom and
gently perched himself on the corner of the bed, he
could feel an intense wave of pleasure and pain engulf
his entire body as he sat and reflected on what had
just happened.

"Now, maybe that will teach you not to mess with me!"
Ben looked round, Mark was leaning up against the wall
with just a towel wrapped round his waist.

"Didn't hurt you too much did I baby?" he enquired.

 Mark slowly made his way towards the bed and sat down
next to Ben placing one arm round his shoulders and
squeezing gently.

"It hurts!" Ben replied sulkily, he lifted his head
and gazed into Mark's liquid green eyes.  Mark smiled,
and gentle kissed Ben on the forehead,

"Well, maybe if you weren't so much of a wimp and more
of a man then you'd be able to take it.  Now get off
your fat arse and get ready, we have a dance rehearsal
in an hour and it takes you two hours just to do your
hair."  Mark ran back into the bathroom, locking the
door behind him.

Ben slowly lifted himself off the bed and limped over
to the wardrobe.  How the hell was he going to be able
to dance, when it felt like his legs would drop off
any second.  He opened he wardrobe and pulled out a
pair of blue joggers, a white T-shirt, a black jumper
and a pair of Tigger boxers, and started to get
dressed.  He tenderly pulled on his boxers and
joggers, flinching slightly as he did so, gently he
lifted himself off the bed and started to reach for
his T-shirt when he felt someone grab him from behind.
"I always thought you should dance topless, it's so
much nicer than looking at a top that's two sizes to
big for you."  Mark gently spun Ben around to face him
and kissed him, Ben looked at him and replied,

"I'm not talking to you, you bastared.  You hurt me!"
Ben turned around reached for his T-shirt and pulled
it over his head.

"Oh come on baby, you know you loved it." Mark placed
his arms round Ben's waist and squeezed him gently.

"And.... That's not the point you hurt me, and I didn't
hurt you.  It's not fair!" Ben turned around and
looked straight into Mark's eyes.

"I'll tell you what, you get through today's dance
rehearsal and then tonight you can get your own back
all you want.  How's that sound?" Mark pulled Ben
close to him and started to kiss his neck.

Ben could feel the pain start to fade out of his body,
a wave of pleasure was washing over him and he just
wanted to dissolve into it.  He knew he had to stop
Mark before things got out of control, he didn't want
to, but he had to.  Paul and Christian where going to
turn up any minuet, and if he and Mark where found
like this then, who knows what would happen.  He had
to say something, he moved slightly making Mark lift
his head.  As Ben looked into his eyes all he could
whisper was,

"Promise?"  Mark nodded silently, smiled and gently
pushed Ben back onto the bed, he lay on top of him and
softly whispered,

"Oh yeah baby, I promise."  Before returning to Ben's
neck and softly kissing it, he was just about to move
Ben's T-shirt up when there was a loud bang at the
door.

"Oh shit they're here already, and I haven't done my
hair!"  Ben rolled Mark off him and ran into the
bathroom, locking the door behind him.

Mark grabbed his book off the bedside table, rolled
onto his front and opened it where he had last left
off.  He would get up and answer the door, but knew
that if he did he would show off a rather large bulge
in his trousers, and this would cause questions to be
asked.  Not only that, they had been so tired last
night they had left the door unlocked by mistake, and
he couldn't be bothered to get up.

"Come in, it's unlocked. We ain't quite ready yet!"
Mark yelled at the door.  Slowly it opened and two
heads peered round it.

"Typical for you two to be the slowest, as usual!"
Christian remarked as he stepped into the room, Paul
followed closely behind and closed the door.

"And the place looks like a shit hole." Paul strolled
over to the bed and sat down,
"Where's Ben?"  Mark pointed in the direction of the
bathroom while pretending to be indulged in his book,
really he was praying that his penis would hurry up
and settle down, that way he would be able to stand up
and not show off a 10 1/2 inch erection, if only he
could stop thinking about Ben.

"Hello.... Markyboy.... Is there any one home?"  He looked
up and saw Christian sat in front of him.

"Uh?" Mark lifted himself up slightly and stared into
Christian's blue eyes.

"I know the `Wizard Of Oz' must be interesting, but
what's Ben doing?"

"Oh, his hair, or that was what he went in there to
do."  His mind wandered back over earlier events.

`Shit! Well that was stupid!' He thought to himself as
he felt something move down below, `Oh, how I hate
him! No, I love him. God, do I hate being in love! No,
I love it.  Now don't start that again!' His thought
pattern was interrupted by Christian yelling at Ben to
hurry up and commenting on how they might well be sat
there till Christmas.  Finally the bathroom door
opened, and Ben casually walked out, he had gelled his
hair neatly and so simply that no one could believe
that it had taken him the last twenty minutes to do
it.  Christian threw his hands up in the air and
stormed out the door with Paul in close pursuit.  He
was always like that and the others had just got used
to it, no one argued and no one complained it was just
easier to agree and fall into place, well it was if
you wanted an easy life.  Mark and Ben grabbed their
trainers and pulled them on.  Mark started heading for
the door while Ben grabbed his jumper and tied it
round his waist, before grabbing the key and their
coats and walking out of the room.  Mark shut the door
behind them and they both silently walked down the
stairs to the car and the other guys waiting outside.
As they got in and the car sped away to the dance
studio Ben thought to himself, `No matter what happens
today, at least I can look forward to tonight.'  With
that he sneakily smiled at Mark, closed his eyes and
focused on the quiet hum of the engine, before
drifting slowly off to sleep.

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Bec and Scott.