the birthday present

Dougie admired his naked form in the mirror, lit by the soft yellow of the overhead light. 7am in March – the sun was up, supposedly, but not high enough yet to make any appreciable difference. Certainly not enough to wake anyone.

This will be, though, he thought to himself. It was Danny’s birthday, and he’d planned a special treat for his friend. Nineteen… two years older than he was, but it was cool being the youngest member of McFly – he always got a kick out of people calling him cute. If only they could see me now…He chuckled – the papers would have a field day if they knew what went on behind the closed drapes, and while some parents would try to force their children to hate them… well… he’d seen the fan forums before. They’d still like them. Parents could call it perverted, he called it a lifestyle, and if in the 21^st century people still couldn’t get with the idea of gay sex existing… well, hopefully a horde of monkeys would rape them or something. Besides, Will Young was still liked. Though come to think of it, he hadn’t really heard much about the guy for a while… No matter.

He walked over to the chest of drawers, and started searching through the fanmail/panties drawer. Something simple but sexy, he thought, searching a bit deeper, pushing aside marriage proposals and love poetry. He only kept the really funny letters, and the panties that actually fit him. Ah. Perfect. White satin panties, plain. He chucked them onto the bed, and walked over to his wardrobe. Hanging there at the end, untouched since the day he bought it, his mail-ordered Arizona State University cheerleader’s outfit. Danny would love it. He smiled – he’d always felt closest to Danny of all the band, even if Harry was the one who he spent most time in bed with. It was Danny who’d taken his virginity, Danny who he’d first dressed up for… Danny who had woken him on his seventeenth birthday, stark naked, modesty (what little he had) preserved by an electric guitar, and proceeded to serenade him before jumping into bed and giving him a nice morning orgasm. The first of many that day. Now it was time to repay him.

He pulled the uniform on quickly, then went back to the bed, pulling the panties up his smooth legs. He was glad he’d taken Tom up on that dare to shave himself – he preferred it this way to be honest. He loved the feel of satin against his manhood, which was growing now as he got into it. But not quite time yet. He sat down in front of his mirror, and started liberally applying red lipstick – dressing as a cheerleader always made him feel slutty, and he loved the effect it had on others. One thing he’d forgotten, he realised. He pulled open his bedside drawer, and grabbed the bottle of lube, squeezing a dollop onto his fingers then moving his panties aside to work it into his ass. It felt cold against his flesh… so damn good as he pushed two fingers up his ass. He pushed his panties back into place, wiped his hands on a towel and headed to Danny’s room.

The door was ajar, and mercifully silent as Dougie pushed the door open. His friend lay on his back, mostly covered by the quilt, snoring lightly. His brown hair had become fuzzed during the night, making him look kinda cute, and so very sexy. He tip-toed over to the bed, and started trying to get the quilt off the bed without waking his friend. Danny made a few whimpering noises, but stayed asleep, now beautifully naked for Dougie’s pleasure. He was hard already – fun dreams, Dougie guessed. His own dreams tended to involve him being a fish.

Still, no time for that now. He stroked a hand over the hard dong, delighting in the warmth and… well… beauty. To his mind, anyone who didn’t think that a wang like that was beautiful must have something wrong with them. Six inches, which was average he’d heard, but it did it for him, so…

He kissed the head, chuckling to himself at the red stain left by his lipstick, before slowly taking it into his mouth, inch by inch, until his nose was touching Danny’s shaved crotch. Oh yeah, he thought, nothing like giving a blowjob. Just needed Tom up his arse and he’d be in heaven. Then Harry to suck him off. Seventh heaven. Or maybe eighth. He’d entertained fantasies of being gangbanged by the rest of McFly and also Busted, but amazingly, Busted were straight. It pissed him off, and he frankly preferred to be pissed on. You’re in a boyband, he’d argued, how can you NOT be gay? That was when Charlie had punched his lights out.

A low groan came from the pillows – looked like Danny was waking up. He started bobbing his head up and down, his tongue sliding over the underside of that gorgeous schlong, teasing the head the back again.

“Mmm… eurrh… what’s… oh yeah… going on… fuck… mmm… Doug?..”

He grinned, pulling off. “Happy birthday Danny.”

“Is it really?” He seemed to be slightly more awake now. Good.

“Oh yes.” He stood up over Danny, and smoothed out his dress. “What d’ya think?”

Danny smiled. “I always wanted to lay a cheerleader.”

“Then enjoy,” he said, slipping his panties down his smooth legs and kicking them over Danny’s face. His arse was ready, Danny’s cock was ready, and so was his. He lowered himself, loving the feel of anal invasion, so fucking full… He wondered if he could ever manage two at once – that would be fun. He kept thinking about that twelve inch dildo Tom had in his cupboard… kept daring himself to try it but never did. Besides, Danny wasn’t the biggest in the world and he felt so full now, he probably couldn’t take much bigger. Tom’s seven was about his limit.

“God… yeah, babe… Doug… that’s so tight.”

Dougie smiled, he loved getting fucked this way – bouncing up and down to his own rhythm. The cross-dressing was just a plus. He ran his hands over Danny’s chest, knowing it wouldn’t be long – Danny could never last long in the mornings, but that was ok. Dougie knew he’d get some fun properly later. This… this was just a wake up call.

“Dougie… god… cumming…”

“Yeah, come in my tight pussy, birthday boy,” Dougie whispered. “Fill me with your hot cum, pump your jizz up my sweet arse.”

“FUCK!” Danny started bucking on the bed, hips banging as he emptied himself inside the hot cheerleader impaled on his length. When he lay still again, Dougie dismounted, and sloppily kissed him, before going back to his own bedroom. After all, he couldn’t leave Harry tied up forever.