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I Love You When You Dance By Alana Montgomery
"Oh my god," I yelled into the phone.
"What," my mother responded.
"I got my big break! I am going to be backup dancing for Taylor Swift at the Grammy's in to weeks," I squealed.
"I am so happy for you sweety," my mother replied.
We quickly ended our phone call and I started getting dressed to go to the gym. I was wearing tight black Calvin Klein boxer-briefs that showed off my package and firm ass well. I put on a pair of Nike work out pants and a tight 2(x)ist wife beater and jogged down the stairs of my building then down the street to the gym.
My name is Perry O'Neil and I am 23 years old. I recently graduated from Juliard with a dregree in classical dance. I would work on stage, but the whole workers' strike is hindering that, so I am trying to work with musical acts. A few months ago, I danced in a Jennifer Lopez video and ever since then I have been getting calls for commercials and stuff. This gag at the Grammy's is my biggest one yet.
A lot of people tell me I am the spitting image of Charlie Simpson from FightStar. I even wear my hair the same way and also have a similar mustache and goatee.
The night before the Grammy's I was at rehearsals at Radio City Music Hall. I was so excited coming out the wings that I didn't pay attention to where I was running when I bumped into someone.
"Sorry," the voice said.
I looked up and saw that it was Tyson Ritter from the All American Rejects.
"Break a leg," he said with a wink.
I went out and practiced the routine with Taylor. A few times I peaked over in the wings, I could've sworn I saw Tyson standing there watching.
The next night was spectacular. Every celebrity you could imagine was there and I got to meet so many of them. I even got a few job prospects lined up. This was the first time I really got to talk with Taylor, she is such a sweet girl. She even secured a couple of swag bags for each of her dancers.
A 1/4 of the way into the show we all hit our marks. The presenter was Alicia Keyes and I heard her say, "Now with her hit single, 'Picture to Burn', it's Taylor Swift!"
A giant picture of Taylor was on stage and a huge whole burned in it like on Bonanza. Suddenly we all drove out on stage in a pink Ford F-150. Taylor was driving and all the dancers were in the bed. We all jumped out and started doing our routine.
When we finished we went back to the dancers dressing area. When I was changing my clothes, a stagehand slipped a note in my hand. It read, "Meet me in my dressing room after the show, Tyson."
Each second of the show went painfully slow and I just couldn't wait to meet up with Tyson. Part of me was wondering what could Tyson possibly want. When the show was over, Taylor walked up to me.
"Hey, are you going with us to the after party," she asked.
"I'll have to take a raincheck," I responded.
"So what's your other plans," she asked coyly.
"Nothing," I answered.
"What's in your hand," she asked, I did not realize I had the note in my hand from Tyson and she grabbed it and read it.
"So you are ditching me for Tyson Ritter? Is he the reason for the tear drops on your guitar," she asked mockingly.
"What are you talking about," I asked quite irritated.
"Hon, I have the best gaydar in the state of Tennessee. Your lines are coming up curvier than Mo'nique," she retorted.
"Is Tyson gay," I inquired.
"I have never been around him much, but Keith Urban told me that Tyson should apply to be a White House intern," she quipped.
"Keith?" I gasped.
"Don't get your mind runnin' wild! He just appreciates a good blowjob," she said.
"Taylor," I exclaimed.
"I may be 18, but I am not naive, but there is something I want to say, be careful Perry. I don't want to see you get your hopes up and get hurt. That would just break my hear," she said as she hugged me.
"I appreciate it," I said to her as I left.
I walked to Tyson's dressing room and knocked on the door.
"Come in," he yelled.
I walked in and he was wearing a pair of dark blue jeans and a green wifebeater.
"I was afraid you wouldn't come," he said as he shook my hand.
"It's not everyday you get to hangout with Tyson Ritter from AAR," I said.
"Really, I get to every day," he said with a smile.
"So," I said looking at my feet, "what's up?"
"We're going to the Maxim Magazine party," he responded.
We walked out of the back of Radio City and got into the back of a Towne Car.
When we arrived at the club, we went to a booth in the back of the club. Sitting in the booth was Nick Wheeler from AAR and Adam Levine from Maroon 5. Tyson ordered us a round of Ciroc and we sat and chatted for a while. Tyson was extremely funny and I really liked Adam. Nick on the other hand, was very cold and stand-offish. Tyson went to the restroom and Adam's phone rang, so they both left. It was just nick and I at the table.
"I saw you looking at Tyson," Nick smirked.
"What?" I responded.
"Are you a faggot; do you want to smoke a little flesh pipe," he yelled, causing everyone to pause and pay attention to us.
"That is none of your fucking business asshole," I yelled.
"So you are a fag! Sorry but your wet dream of being plowed by a rock star is not going to come true, why don't you try Elton John's Oscar Party," he screamed at me.
He stood up and walked towards me. I stood up and stared him down. He clenched his fist and reared back. I punched him in the nose then high kicked him in the jaw. I walked out of the club. As I was leaving the club I told him to tell Tyson goodbye and thanks for nothing. I walked about a block away, looking for a cab to take me back to the hotel. I swear, this is the one time there wasn't a cab in sight. I sat down on a bench and started to cry. This was supposed to be the happiest night of my life but thanks to them, it is among the worst. Five minutes later, I felt someone next to me.
"I see you left your mark on Nick," Tyson said.
I just ignored him.
"I was looking for you, why did you leave," he asked.
"I don't stay where I am not wanted," I said without looking at him.
He wrapped his arm around me and said, "I wanted you there. I heard what Nick did, and I am sorry. Do you want to go back with me?"
"No," I answered coldly.
"How'bout we get something to eat then?", he asked, "I at least owe you that."
"I have never been one to turn down a free meal," I remarked with a chuckle.
He called his Towne car and it took us to a Denny's in uptown. During the ride we did not speak to each other at all. Right before we arrived, he grabbed my hand and squeezed it.
"how'bout we take our food to go and head back to your hotel." he asked.
"Why my hotel," I asked.
"Do you really want to see Nick again," he asked, "he is my suite mate."
"I guess not," I said, "why are we going to the same hotel?"
"I would like to get to know you better," he said.
"Why are you so interested in getting to know me?" I asked, staring into his eyes. At that moment he leaned in and kissed me. My mouth opened and accepted him. My body felt light as he kissed me.
"I guess I am a faggot," he said.
We ordered a couple of burgers and fries and drove to The W Hotel on Lexington where I was staying. Once, in my room we sat down on the double bed and ate. I had a standard room and did not have a ton of space.
"So where do you live," Tyson asked.
"I live here in the city," I answered.
"So why are you staying in a hotel if you live here," he asked.
"I am now on tour with Taylor and they put all of us up in this hotel," I said.
"We are done so I get to go home," he said.
"Where is home," I asked.
"Destin, Florida," he answered, "when you stop nearby, feel free to look me up."
He put the to go containers on the floor and crawled on top of me. He kissed me as he unbuttoned my shirt. He then peeled off his.
"You have beautiful eyes," I said to him as I kissed him. I unbuttoned his jeans and noticed he was going commando. I pulled down his jeans and out popped a hard 7" cut leaking dick. He rolled on his back and I took his shoes and socks off and then pulled his jeans completely off. Laying before me was Tyson Ritter naked. I took his dickhead in my mouth and savored the flavor. I licked every inch of that head. I enjoyed his taste so much. I then started taking him inch by inch down my throat. I started bobbing up and down while rubbing and kneading his ass. He moand and grabbed my hair as I blew him.
I took his dick out of my mouth and stripped my clothes off completely. I laid back in the bed and we started 69-ing. I now knew what Keith Urban was talking about. He was fucking fantastic! He then got off my dick and said, "I want to fuck you."
He got up and went over to his discarded jeans and pulled a condom out and a travel size bottle of lube out of his pockets.
"Someone came prepared," I remarked.
He got on the bed and held me close.
"When I first saw you dance, I wanted you," he said.
I took the condom from him and opened it. I stuck it in my mouth and slid it on his dick with my mouth. I then coated his dick with the lube. I laid on my back and he lubed me up. He lined his head up with my hole and slowly slid hin. Once his head was in, he waited for me to get used to it. Once I was comfortable, he slid completely in. He soon started to slowly thrust. I was in heaven. We were both moaning embarassingly loud. I didn't care, I was being fucked by Tyson Ritter.
He kissed me and played with my nipples as he fucked me. I grabbed his ass and carressed his back. He stared thrusting harder as he stroked my dick, after about 15 minutes or so, we both came in unison.
"Wow," he said as he kissed me. We fell asleep with him on top of me. The next morning, I got up and took a shower while Tyson stayed in bed. While I was in the shower, there was a knock at the door. Tyson wrapped the bedspread around his waist and answered the door.
"How did it go with Tyson last--" Taylor asked as Tyson opened the door realizing it was not me she was talking to.
"I think it went rather well," Tyson answered with a laugh while letting her in, "would you like to sit on the bed?"
"No thank you," she responded repulsed as she sait in a small chair.
Tyson started laughing, "Oh yea, I guess you wouldn't want to sit there. I'll go get dressed."
He picked up his jeans and went into the bathroom. When he entered the bathroom, I pulled back the door and noticed him with a blanket around his waist.
"Why so modest now," I asked sarcastically.
"Taylor is out there," he responded.
"Did she see your dirty little secret?" I asked.
"Fortunately, no", he ansered. He quickly put on his jeans and headed back out.
He sat down on the bed in front of Taylor.
"Good performance last night," Tyson said.
"Thank you, I am a fan of yours also," she responded.
They sat and chatted until I got out of the shower. I got out of the shower and dressed. The three of us then ordered room service and hung out in my room watching DVDs all day. We are partial to "City of Angels".
THE END
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