War

I don’t quite know when I realised I was in competition with Danny. It just sort of happened. Over a guy, of course. All the best competitions are. Most don’t have a prize so hot though.

It’s a fairly friendly competition. I admit to putting laxatives in his coffee once… then Tom accidentally drank it. We couldn’t go near the toilet for the rest of the day. Oh, and I once found a shuriken embedded in my wall, but that was probably Harry – he got a set for Christmas. I never did find out who gave them to him. Still, I pulled my pants over my head (must remember to wash those) and pretended to be a (commando) ninja.

Anyway, our little rivalry started somewhere on tour – we met up with Son of Dork, and it ended up being me and Danny in bed together with Dave. I will admit, Danny may be trying to get the same guy as me, and may well be the most disgusting whore on the Earth, but he isn’t half hot when he tries. He also has more sexual energy than a warehouse of nuclear vibrators. He jerks off in his morning shower, he fucks me bending over the lunch table, he takes Harry on the motorway, gets a blowjob from some teenies before the gig, after the gig licks the sweat off Tom and then fucks him, finds someone in a bar to take to his bed (I’ve been that person a few times as well) for the night and wakes them with another fuck in the morning, before going for his shower and starting again. And of course, there are the times in between when someone gets inside his ass. I’ve been there too, or at least a few fingers, my cock and my right big toe have.

Of course, Danny will tell you I’m not exactly the patron saint of chastity myself (that’s Saint Ursula, by the way). I do consider myself slightly smarter than Danny though. I mean, sure I lick sweat off Tom, but I wait till after he’s fucked me so that I get it all rather than cleaning him then getting him sweaty again, which is just stupid.

On the other hand, Danny and I are both competing to be with Dave, which is probably a bit daft, since he prefers us together. Tom and Harry of course don’t even think he’s hot. We don’t want Dave to be faithful to us – we would never be faithful to him. He’s always telling me of how he gets “spit-roasted” between James and… what’s his name – their drummer. Is he a Danny? While the other two look on, playing with themselves inside their jeans. They’re new to the scene, they’ll get more involved eventually. JB introduced the band to it of course, and Dave and… was it Danny?

Fuck it, I’m going to call him Charles.

…and Dave and Charles took to it immediately, and hope to get the others…

I can’t remember their names either, so they are now Priscilla and Reginald.

…and hope to get Priscilla and Reginald to join in properly sometime. JB apparently keeps sitting on them and grinding into their laps to get them horny. It would certainly get me going, though I always preferred his back, mainly because then I don’t have to see his face. Someday he’ll realise how horrible that haircut is.

I really do like his back though.

When I’m lying in bed with Dave, he likes to tell me his fantasies. He doesn’t get it up as fast as Danny, but he has bigger ambitions. Danny’s usually more for the one on one, unless it’s teenies kissing each other over his cock. Dave however, wants gangbangs and orgies, the bigger the better. All with him centre stage of course, usually with him sucking off every cock in the room and them all cumming over his face. Apparently he wants to do this with his bandmates and McFly for starters, get more boybands in if that isn’t enough cum. I know he’s been with the other two guys from Busted before, but hasn’t managed to meet Will Young yet (not that that would really help him – Will’s apparently a right prude who won’t so much as take his shirt off unless the curtains are drawn and the lights out). He’s got a great ass – he’s somehow mastered his ass muscles totally. Zen maybe? He can be as tight as you like, but can also take my entire fist in one go, probably without lube if we tried. Usually by that point there’s enough custard around his ass to use as lube.

(I forgot to mention – he loves food in bed. Well, not all food. He actually refuses to eat pizza in bed because it will leave crumbs, but say you put a piece of chocolate cake and some tins of cream or custard within reach, you’ll find pretty soon that the cake’s disappeared into one of his orifices (never bet on which one – you’ll always be wrong) and the custard is all over him AND the bed, and he’s screaming out for someone to fuck his ass with something large and hard, and lick the cream off his chest. Makes for some fun in the shower afterwards, though I’d hate to have to clean his room.)

The day he got me and Danny, it was just dry fun, though that was partly because we found we couldn’t fit three people into the shower. Dry as in there wasn’t any water or custard or food involved, anyway. Not to say we didn’t end up totally plastered in sweat and cum. That, we had in abundance. Danny didn’t get his morning wank because he had to spend so much time getting dry cum out of his hair. I spent the time with Dave giving my ass a workout and counting the hairs in his left armpit

The end of our tour had gone (I always regret the Nottingham gig – we should have added an intermission after the piano thing. A nice backstage foursome) before I got to see Dave again, and count the hairs in his right armpit (though I’d forgotten the number I counted last time by then). Tom may not like hairy nipples, but I think they’re rather hot, and Dave loves me flicking my tongue over them (usually until my tongue is tired and I can’t do anything but moan as he takes me into his hot mouth).