Date: Sun, 18 Jun 2006 02:19:20 +0100 From: Matt Buck matt_v_jelliclehotmail.com Subject: Dont Go All comments, good or bad, are appreciated - email matt_v_jelliclehotmail.com Other stories Ive written can be found on my website, in the fiction section http:mattbuck.sixwinter.com or on Nifty at http:www.nifty.orgniftyauthors .html#mattbuck Usual disclaiming sort of stuff, I dont know McFly, I dont know their sexualities, this story is not in any way based on real life events. Its an odd fact about stories - whether its TV, a book, a film... whenever theres a funeral, theres a burial. A coffin lowered into the ground and two men in ochre coats standing by

Date: Sat, 14 Jan 2006 17:28:33 +0000 From: Matt Buck matt_v_jelliclehotmail.com Subject: The Musicmaker The Musicmaker, by mattbuck All comments are appreciated - email matt_v_jelliclehotmail.com Please remember to say which McFly boy you think the narrator is Other stories Ive written can be found on my website, in the fiction section http:mattbuck.sixwinter.com My other stories in the Nifty Boy Bands section are: Dougies Private Fantasy Pattycake And I Love Him Changing Rooms Dreamscape Kind of Perfect The Nurse Usual disclaiming sort of stuff, I dont know McFly, I dont know their sexualities, this story is not in any way based on real life events.

We sat together in the airport, and I still couldnt believe who I was sitting next to. Of all the... He brushed against my hand, so I took hold and squeezed gently. He smiled at me, and I smiled back. God he was hot - those pictures Id seen scarcely did him justice. I guess youre probably wondering exactly how we met up. Strangely, we met through the internet, but not like any other internet relationship.

Date: Sat, 22 Aug 2009 02:00:13 +0100 From: Matt Buck matt_v_jelliclehotmail.com Subject: Descent Chapter 1C Disclaimer: This story is entirely fictional in that it never happened. Any likeness to real events is entirely coincidental. The characters are from my imagination. Story by mattbuck matt_v_jelliclehotmail.com. Comments, suggestions and constructive criticism always welcome. This is not part 3 of the Descent story, its a random addition somewhere

There were only a certain number of questions you could be asked, and Danny had been asked them all. Still, hed learned to deal with it -- the game was to come up with the biggest load of bullshit and pass it off as the truth. Not as if the readers could see how badly he lied -- they just saw The preteen girls who thought they were in love with him, the young teens who thought he wanted to see their tits, and the very occasional older girl who hadnt really grown up yet. Dolts. All of them. Theyd commit mass suicide if he asked them to, but probably couldnt add two and two. It sickened him. Why couldnt they put that devotion into actually DOING something with their

As Dougie lay in the beans, his thoughts returned to Danny, thinking through his latest fantasy. It was morning, the sunlight streaming in through the gauzy curtains of his bedroom window, landing on the two naked bodies in the bed. Dougie was covered below the waist only, and even then the thin sheets not leaving much to the imagination. He looked to his left, squinting against the sun, looking up at the face haloed by the morning sunlight.

Last flight, only nine hours... nine goddamn hours before I could say I was nearly home. Still, good company is everything I think Queen said that, or something similar, and I was pretty certain I had the best company anyone could wish for. Unless you want to travel with Paris Hilton, in which case youre insane and should be locked up for life. Im surprised there isnt a Paris Hilton Farm Sex tape yet. Or something like that anyway. I digress. The seatbelt sign had just been turned off, and I stood to stretch my

Dougie sat by the bath, twisting the can-opener, his hands shaking. It was weird, he thought, that he could be nervous about something so simple. He was just going to have a bath. Yes, thats all. Have a bath. One last twist and the can came loose, dropping to the floor, some of the contents spilling bright red onto the yellow bath mat. He cursed, grabbing for the toilet roll and mopping up the slick mixture.

Date: Fri, 21 Aug 2009 12:12:26 +0100 From: Matt Buck matt_v_jelliclehotmail.com Subject: Descent, Chapter 1B Disclaimer: This story is entirely fictional in that it never happened. Any likeness to real events is entirely coincidental. The characters are from my imagination. Story by mattbuck matt_v_jelliclehotmail.com. Comments, suggestions and constructive criticism always welcome. Ill be writing the main Descent story sometime, which features James and

We were back home before wed had a chance to listen to three songs by Bruce Springsteen on Dannys CD player I tried to make him go with Coldplay, but... didnt work. My parents had apparently decided to follow our example and go out somewhere for dinner - it was all I could do to stop Danny stripping before we even reached the front door. I dawdled, checking the post box, even though I knew it would be empty. By the time I reached the door, he was looking oddly like a cat trying to get into my mums bedroom at three in the morning - paws scrabbling furiously, giving the occasional mournful wail or in this case a "Maaaaaatt!".