It was Peter’s turn to cook dinner for the guys, but with one sad look in the empty refrigerator, he sighed and said, “I’m going out to the store. We need some food.”

Micky decided to look over the proofs from the photo shoot earlier that day.

One photo caught his eye. It was the one with Davy upside-down on a trapeze while the band played. Every group needed something to get them noticed, the photographer had told the boys.

Micky studied the photo then laughed to himself. He ran upstairs to tell Mike what was so funny.

“Michael? Hey, can I come in?”

Micky knew how much Mike hated to be disturbed when he was writing his music, but this was too funny to wait until later.

“Sure Mick, I think I got it down okay already.”

Micky marveled at Mike and his song-writing ability. He went to the bed and sat on the edge. Mike was lying on it, back against the headboard with his guitar in his lap.

Micky said, “Look at this picture from today.”

Mike took the picture and looked. “What? I don’t see nothin’... Wait! We’re both eyein’ Davy’s behind!”

“Are we becoming that obvious? We really need to watch out in the future!” Micky giggled nervously.

“Oh Mick, don’t you worry your pretty little head!” Mike patted Micky’s hand.

Since the group had formed about six months earlier, Micky and Mike had become more than friends. Neither ever really directly spoke about their affair, both knowing that Davy,Peter and the rest of the world would ever understand the relationship they had. It was almost as if they didn’t speak about it, then it really wasn’t happening. But sharing a bedroom was just too much of a temptation for the two young men.

Mike put his guitar down by the night stand and beckoned Micky to come up next to him. Micky eagerly obliged. Micky loved Mike’s attention, and frankly, Mike enjoyed Micky’s hot blow jobs.

“We have a few minutes,” Micky hinted with a twinkle in his eye, “Davy is in the shower and Peter went to the grocery store.”

Mike wasted no time and pulled Micky closer. Tenderly looking into each other’s eyes, Mike drew close to Micky’s face and kissed him softly a few times. Micky’s manhood stirred as Mike’s tongue entered his mouth gently in slurpy kisses. Mike knew that was the fastest way to motivate Micky into some quick action.

Micky moved down Mike’s body and focused on his crotch. He massaged Mike through the denim of his jeans, feeling the hard cock underneath. Mickynipped at Mike’s stiffness through the fabric and unzipped Mike’s pants. Mike’s cock had become a hard rod and Micky swirled his tongue around it, paying close attention to the tip.

Mike growled with pleasure and then ordered Micky to strip. Without hesitation, Micky obeyed, then unbuttoned Mike’s shirt. Micky loved the feel of Mike’s strong, hairy chest as he rubbed his hand across it.

“Come here, my little bitch,” Mike commanded. “Keep sucking my cock and let me have yours.”

“Yes, sir,” said Micky. Micky climbed on top, and the two slurped each other tenderly yet eagerly, moaning with the sound of half desperation and half ecstasy.

“What the bloody ‘ell is goin’ on ‘ere?” shouted Davy from the doorway.

Oh no! They had been caught, thought Micky, jumping off Mike. Micky’s eyes began to tear with worry.

Mike looked up at Micky with a look that said, “Don’t worry babe.” Mike was convinced that there was no other alternative, “Let’s get him!”

They both grabbed Davy, whose mouth was still hanging open from what he had seen.

“No! Stop! I’m not that way!” Davy protested.

Fresh from the shower and wrapped only in a towel, Davy would be an easy target. Mike pushed Davy’s head down to the bed as Micky slicked up Mike’s cock with his spit. Micky spread Davy’s soft white cheeks for his partner. Silently, Mike motioned to Davy’s rosy pink ass hole. Micky slathered spit on it and gave a wiggle of his tongue just to make Davy squeal more. Being as gentle as he could, Mike pushed his dick into Davy’s hole, at first in tiny thrusts to loosen the tight muscles. Screaming, Davy tried to wiggle free, but the Mike held his head down on the bed. Mike slowly pumped and Micky got underneath, having always wanted to see Davy’s fat little cock up close. Using his hands and mouth, he teased it until it became hard.

“Ah ha!” Micky reported, “You must like this, ‘cos your dick is as hard as a rock.”

Davy’s screams and grunts were slowly alternating with moans. Could it be true? Did he actually LIKE this? He never ever thought he would.

“What is WRONG with me?” he thought to himself.

Finally stopping his struggle, he let Mike’s big cock massage him in ways he’d never felt before. Much as he hated to admit it to himself, this was better than fucking any girl — Micky’s gentle sucking of his dick and Mike pounding his ass. Before he could think more, Mike pulled out and exploded cum all over Davy’s back.

“Yay! My turn.” Micky called out.

“Go for it, babe.” said Mike.

“Whah...?” Davy was dazed and said something incoherent.

Micky got up and pushed his dick near Davy’s face. “Give us some lube, luv.” Micky mocked Davy’s British accent. Davy spat and Micky mounted him.

Mike took the towel Davy had been wearing and wiped his dick clean with it. Then he went around to the front of Davy and demanded a blow job. Davy shrieked in horror at the thought, but Mike forced his dick into Davy’s mouth. Mike smacked the back of Davy’s head, “And don’t bite!”

Micky pumped harder to punish Davy for even thinking of hurting his Michael. Davy preferred Micky’s slender dick to Mike’s huge cock that tore into his ass. Soon Davy really got into it and started to suck Mike with the same rhythm as the ass fuck.

After a few minutes, Mike was wondering what the English boy’s little cock tasted like, so he suggested a new position and the two others moved accordingly. Mike was lying flat on his back on the bed with Davy in a sixty-nine position. They both enjoyed sucking the other while Micky was still at Davy’s back pumping.

Finally, Davy couldn’t stand it anymore. He exploded in and around Mike’s mouth. Seconds later, after thrillingly witnessing this, Micky came inside Davy. Mike was just too tired to come again. The three young men fell exhausted across the bed.

While resting, Davy just didn’t know how to react. Should he be angry because they’d technically raped him? Or should he be delighted that his best friends had taken him on a fantastic sexual adventure? Could he ever admit that he had enjoyed it?

Micky and Mike didn’t know what to say either. What was Davy thinking? Would he leave the group? Would he tell Peter?

Just then, the three heard the door open downstairs. It was Peter returning from the grocery store. Luckily, they had no time to react to what had just happened. They all scurried to find their clothes. Davy put on his towel ran out of the room first, down the spiral staircase.

“Hey, Petah! What’d you buy me? I’m famished!” Davy glided down the stairs, acting like nothing had happened. Mike and Micky were still listening from the top of the staircase, worried that Davy might tell Peter.

“ I got you those English cookies you like, Davy,” Peter replied.

“Ah, Petah, thank you. You do such a great job. You can do the food shopping EVERY WEEK.” Davy shouted so the two upstairs could hear him.

Micky and Mike were gleefully relieved. They had their answer. Mike hugged Micky and then went back to the bed to grab his notepad and guitar. Both went downstairs and Mike started singing part of his new song for the group:

“All men must have someone, have someone who would never take for granted all the pleasures and the fun. Someone to stand beside them and you just may be the oneI saw when you walked by, the love light in your eye, and I knew I must try...To win you more than as a friend, I'm starting near the end, and here I go again.”