This is my first, possibly my last, attempt at writing a story like this. My only real writing experience is writing letters replying to customer inquiries. I hope you readers like this story and will ask for it to run through its conclusion, somewhere between 7 to 10 chapters. So please write me at yhh_sttng@hotmail.com and let me know what you think. I'll try to reply to all who ask, but no promises.
Also please remember this story is a work of fiction and is not meant to imply anything about the celebrities mentioned. I have never met any of the celebrities mentioned in this story. I mean come on people, if I had, do you think I'd be writing about it? I also have no knowledge of the sexual preferences of any of the celebrities mentioned.
Thank you, Jesse yhh_sttng@hotmail.com
Mine In Private
I watched in silence as the airplane rose into the sky, getting smaller in the distance until it disappeared. On it was the man I loved, leaving for good. Carlos and I had been boyfriends since our sophomore year at college.
I thought3/4we thought we'd be together forever. Then he got a scholarship to Johns Hopkins. He couldn't turn it down. I couldn't let him either. He'd wanted to be a doctor since he was 10, and where better than Johns Hopkins to learn? Sure we had thought about me going with him, or keeping a long distance relationship. In the end though, we decided to break up. Now I was watching him leave my life. Tears rolling down my face, blurring the spot where the plane disappeared.
I don't know how long I was watching the sky, but when I turned to leave it seemed like hours had passed.
I slowly walked away, head down, watching my feet. I didn't feel someone run into me, until I was on the ground. Someone heavy was on top of me, holding me down. I thought I felt him thrust his hips into me a little pressing his cock right up against my ass, but he was just repositioning himself on me, shifting his weight to his hands.
"I'm so sorry." The person on top of me said. Definitely a guy was on top of me, a soft voiced guy, but a guy. "I mean really sorry."
"Uh, Okay, but could you let me up?"
"Oh? Man I'm sorry. Here "
I felt the guy get off me. I placed my hands on the ground and started to push myself up. Or at least I TRIED to push myself up. Pain shot through my left wrist, and I fell back down. "God damn it!" I yelled. I rolled myself on to my back, my right hand grasping the wrist. "Damn it hurts!"
"Oh shit man, I'm sorry. I wasn't looking I I was in a hurry and then I I'm sorry."
"Just help me up." I said while I was propping myself up on my elbows. He reached out with his hand I grabbed it and he pulled me up.
This guy was tall, at least six feet. He was wearing a baseball cap, turned backwards, and his blond hair stuck out from under the edges and over the adjustment strap. He looked solid under the blue tee shirt he was wearing, his nipples clearly outlined by the material and his faded jeans showed a prominent bulge. He also had my weakness, blue eyes. That was all I noticed before my wrist took my attention. I tried to move my hand and the pain shot through it. Damn it hurt!
"Let me help you." He said, as he reached out and took a gentle hold on my hand. One hand stroked my wrist, soothing me. "Where's your luggage?"
"I live here. I was seeing someone off."
"Well, can you drive?" He asked me still stroking my wrist. His hand was traveling further up my arm now, and I thought I noticed a slight twitch in his bulge. I was always a crotch watcher, drove Carlos nuts. "Want me to get you a cab or something?"
"I can drive, I'll be okay. Really? I'll be fine."
"You sure?" He asked, putting his head down so my downcast eyes could see him. His eyes again, they were beautiful. Full of concern and worry, and seemingly glowing with their own light.
"Yeah. I'm sure." I said staring back into his eyes. He held my stare for a few moments, as we both stood upright. He seemed to look into me, like he knew me all my life.
"Ok. But please, let me know if you need a doctor to see it, so I can pay for it. Here take this " He reached into his wallet and pulled out a business card with his Email address on it. "Email me, tell me what it costs and just let me know you're okay. Ok?"
"Alright I will." I said taking the card.
"Good. I gotta go or I'll be late. Be sure to Email me." He was walking backwards as he said that. Then turned around and quickly took off to baggage pickup.
I watched as he took off around the corner. Then looked at the card. No name on it, but in raised blue letters was his address, "MaleTwoMe". Interesting spelling I thought.
My wrist did hurt. But I thought it would stop. It didn't and late that night I had my roommate Marco take me to the Emergency room. It wasn't broken, just sprained. But it still hurt like all hell. Cost a hell of a lot too. Now I was going to see if that address was real, but that would be in the morning. The painkiller had its hold on me and I slept all the way home, I don't even remember getting to my bed.
In the morning, my wrist woke me up. It didn't hurt as much as before, but it still hurt. Well, I guess I should check my Email. Carlos should have sent me one by now. It was there. I almost didn't read it, but I did. He arrived. Liked his roommate, having fun. He'll write more later. That was all. No, "I love you Javier." or, "Javier, I miss you." or, anything to let me know he still cared. I cried. The tears came out fast and hot. I didn't feel my wrist anymore, just my heart. I cried until that pain went away.
It wasn't until the next day that that I was able to send that guy an Email.
I let him know the cost and that despite his efforts I'd live. I was just about to log off when an instant message popped up. It was him. Man he was quick.
I'm so sorry, he told me. Let me make it up to you.
The money would be enough, I wrote.
Please, I'm only going to be in town a few more days. It'll make me feel better, and I need to give you a check anyway. So what'd-ya-say? How about a late lunch? Meet me at La Mansion say about 3?
I did need the money, and I liked the restaurant he chose. Ok, I replied, I'll be there.
Well 3 became 3:30 before he arrived. He was wearing all black, and a baseball cap. His eyes lit up like the sun when he saw me, and a he smiled shyly.
"I'm hungry." He said as he came to me. "Let's eat."
"But we need " I was going to say, " a table." But he walked off to the hostess, and said something to her. I don't know what he said, but she nearly fainted when he said it. She just couldn't keep her hands off him. Grabbing his arms, and touching his shirt, she seemed crazed. He didn't seem bothered by that, he just smiled and laughed along with her. He waved me over, and she started showing us to a table.
"What was with her?" I asked after we had sat. He just looked at me from behind his menu. His eyes were close together, his brows furrowed. Then at once he lightened up.
"You don't know me, do you?" He was now laughing. A full hardy laugh, other people were looking at us. "You don't."
"Why? Should I?" I said back quickly.
He calmed himself down, taking deep breathes. Still smiling he looked right back into my eyes. He held me in his stare. It was then that I saw just how beautiful he was. I felt my heart twitch. It still cried for Carlos, but it just at that instant made a space for for
"I don't know you." I said.
Still smiling he leaned back in his chair; his smile grew even wider, as he took his hat off. His blond hair fell around his face. I can be clueless at times, but this was bad. I don't know how wide open my mouth was, but I do know it was for a good long time.
"I guess you know now?" He said still smiling from ear to ear. "So you really didn't know? I just thought you were really pissed at me."
"Uh Nick I uh, was. I " I laughed. I can be so stupid at times. I knew I was turning red, but there was no stopping it. "I'm sorry." I couldn't think of anything else to say.
"Look, don't say you're sorry. It was my fault. I had to hurry and was looking at my watch. I should say, 'I'm sorry.' So here it is, Javier, I'm sorry." He was looking me straight in the eyes. He was being sincere.
"Ok, it's not that bad. Really. It's just a sprain. Pop a codeine tablet and, pain go bye-bye."
We talked over lunch. He was a great guy, not what I expected from a Pop star. We talked about family, friends, his life on the road, mine in school. It was fun, but all too soon he had to go.
"Ok I gotta go now. We have pre-show sound test and light tests to do. Hey, do you want to go to the concert? I can give your name to the guard at the stage entrance." What could I do? I, of course, told him yes. This was going to make Marco so jealous. "Great! Listen, maybe then you can tell me why you looked so sad standing there at the airport? Ok?" With that, he left.
I couldn't believe my luck. I was going to a Backstreet Boys concert, and I didn't have to pay. I was right about Marco too.
"Damn boy! You gotta get me their autographs. All of them." He said, while shoving his autograph book at me. "And have them personalize it. Like to my dear friend No. To my best friend Marco, you da man. Ok?"
"I don't know them yet. Besides, I don't know what they'll think. I don't even know if any of them are gay. Or if they'll like it that I'm gay, or anything."
"Come on sweetie, get me the autographs."
"Ok I'll get them."
"Now tell me what did you and Nicky talk about? Tell me everything."
"We just talked. He told me about his family, a bit about touring, I just told him about my family, a little about you."
"You tell him about Carlos?"
I choked on my words. Damn, I started crying again. I hadn't thought of him much today. It's how I deal with pain, don't think about it and it goes away.
"I'm sorry, love." Marco said hugging me. "You'll be alright. Have I ever lied to you? You'll get through this sweetie. Hush now baby."
Marco was the best friend I ever had. He'd been my friend since we were in 7th grade. He and I had been through almost everything. We were Lucy and Ethel. He was the first person I told I was gay, and he shocked me back by saying he was too. When his parents threw him out I moved out too so he wouldn't be alone. He is my brother. He held me and rocked me gently until the tears stopped.
"Honey, you'd better clean up. You don't want to be late to meet Nick Carter, do you?" He said while pushing me up. "And you need to get me my autographs, so there's no way I'm letting you stay here. Besides the concert's sold out so finding parking's going to be a real bitch."
Finding parking at the sold out Dome wasn't a problem, so long as you don't mind walking half the way to it, through crowds of teenaged girls who were not going to be stopped until they were secure in their seats. The only problem I had was finding the stage entrance. Once I found that, it was easy going.
The guard was waiting for me. He called over some lady who gave me a backstage pass and led me through the people and all the rooms back to the dressing rooms. She pointed to one door and told me that "Mr. Carter" would be back shortly and I should wait for him there. At that, she walked off, never looking back at me.
I waited alone in the room, marveling at just how messy one person could be.
Clothes were scattered everywhere. I guessed there had to be some order to it so I resisted the urge to clean. Finally he came back.
"You're here," He said with that same broad smile from the restaurant. I had to smile back. I couldn't help it. It just came across my face, before I could stop it. He grabbed me in a big hug and said, "I'm glad you made it." He was strong, picking me up off my feet and bringing me down. "You're gonna love the concert, we have a new routine worked out, it's just awesome."
"Well I've never been backstage before, so that's even better." I added. I wish I had something better to say. I guess I was still in shock at how this day was going. Here I am with Nick Carter, the other Backstreet Boys were bound to come in at anytime and I was going to meet them. Which reminded me of something.
"Nick, could I get your autograph. Not for me. It's for my roommate, Marco." I was handing him Marco's book, when I noticed it was covered in pink triangles and gay flags. Nothing I could do about it now. Except he never even noticed them. He just took the book, opened it and signed.
"Want the others to sign it?" He asked. That grin never left his face. Did he ever not smile? I nodded yes. "Great. I'll be right back. Just sit anywhere. Oh, and I still want to know why you spent so much time staring out the window and looking so sad the other day." He said as he headed back out. As the door closed I heard him yell out, "Hey Kev, sign this "
I looked around shaking my head as I moved things round and sat on what appeared to be a chair.
I wondered why he wanted to know about that day. That really was not a day I wanted to remember, except for having him run into me. He ran into me. He RAN into me, from behind. If he was late and running to make up time, how did he know I was staring out the window and looking sad? Had he been watching me? And if he was, why did he run into me?
The answer to that made my heart skip. So Mr. Carter was just playing it cool before. He just might like me. It seems Nick's not the only one who can grin.
He came back into the room just then laughing and shouting back at someone. I just smiled.
"Here it is. All signed, and Bri even put a personal message in it." He said handing it back to me. "So," he began, "how long have you lived with Marco?"
"Since we were 18, so it's been almost 5 years." My smile was getting broader. "So, how long were you watching me, before you realized you were late?"
He face froze. I could see his mind working trying to come up with an out. His eyes looked off to one side and his mouth opened on the other. When he finally looked back up at me, he could only laugh. "You saw me?"
"No, but I figured it out." I said.
"I was watching you for almost half an hour. I saw you crying and I thought that you must've been terribly hurt. I was going to ask you then what had happened, but then you started walking away and I needed to stop you. I didn't think that you'd fall so easily." He came and sat right next to me. His eyes looking right into mine. "I just wanted to talk with you, see why you were crying."
His hand was on my leg, making small circles as he moved it up my leg. His face was right in front of mine. He put his other hand on my shoulder, slowly gliding it across until he held my neck in his palm.
"I just wanted to do this." He pulled me by my neck towards him and kissed me. I resisted for just a moment, before I gave in.
We kissed deeply, tongues entwining. Our bodies pushed next to each other. My hands roamed his body pulling him in to me. His hand on my leg moved up to my crotch, messaging my hardening cock. I reached down and pulled his shirt up and off him.
He pushed me back, laying me on my back, his body over mine. Still kissing me he reached between us and began undoing my pants. His hand grabbed my hardening cock through the cotton of my underwear. Our tongues dueled in his mouth, while my hands roamed his back, traveling the length of his spine.
He picked me up and pulled me further up the couch. He was completely covering me; my legs were on either side of him. I grabbed his firm ass and pulled his groin into me, grinding it against me. I could feel his hard cock pushing up against me through his pants. Nick pulled my shirt off me, and began sucking on my nipples. Gently he nibbled on them. I was moaning in pleasure, lost in the feeling of this hot star.
When my nipples were hard, wet spikes he started moving down my body. He licked and kissed his way down the center of my chest following the line between my pecs and abs to my belly button. He started French kissing it, tickling me with delight. He moved back up to kiss, and then began undoing my pants.
He undressed us both and began grinding himself into me. His dick rubbed against mine. Sliding his cock back and forth against me he drove his tongue into my mouth. Pulling back, he gave me a sly smile and grabbed our cocks in his hand and jacked them together. Pumping them slowly, rubbing his hand over the sensitive head making me shiver.
I had surrendered any control I had to him, and followed where he led. From the moment he kissed me I was under his spell, and loving it.
Nick turned around on me; his dick was just above my face. I licked the underside, and tasted his precum. I aimed it at my open mouth and wrapped my lips around the base of the crown. My tongue swirled over the head, then along the shaft as I took more of him in my mouth. Nick pumped his dick into my mouth going farther and farther down my throat each time. I opened my throat letting him in, getting his hairy balls on my nose on each down thrust. I sucked on it hungrily running my tongue on the hard tube as it moved in and out of my throat.
He reached down, and took hold of my cock, pumping it up and down, before he leaned over and took my cock in his mouth. He went at it as if possessed. He drove his face down on my cock taking half of it in his mouth. He aggressively sucked on it, making loud slurping sounds on each stroke. He had one hand rolling my balls around and the other was probing my ass trying to find my hole.
I spread my legs apart giving him complete accesses. He took the opening I gave him, and released my cock and had his breath against my opening. I was moaning with his dick still in my mouth, muffling the sound. My moans grew in intensity as his tongue traced my holes outline. His tongue shoved its way past the muscle and licked the violated walls. He then pushed a finger in while he lapped at my hole. He twisted it around as he sunk it in past the knuckle.
I relaxed my hole letting his finger slide in and out. He pulled his finger out and licked my ass. I shivered with the pleasure of it. My mind focused in on his dick. I pulled back licking the head while pumping the hard length of his meaty cock. I grabbed a hold of his balls squeezing them gently in my hand and pulling on them.
He responded by shoving a second finger in my ass. He twisted them around in me, stretching the sides of my ass. He had them in me past the knuckle, probing me, opening me up for his hard cock.
This was almost more than I could take. My every nerve was on end, nearly overloaded from the pleasure. I was lost in the feelings coming from my ass. Too quickly I felt three fingers stretching me open. I didn't let go of his cock, instead sucking on it harder, getting it as wet as I could. He pulled it from my mouth, and came back around.
He put my legs over his shoulders, and rubbed the broad head against my hole. He pushed it in, spearing me on his organ. He kept up the pressure, pushing in past the muscle. I felt every inch sliding in past the spasms of my hole. I felt every one of his nine inches in me. He ground his pubes into my ass, like he was trying to shove his balls in too. His body was against mine, his mouth gently biting my neck my cock was throbbing between my abs and his.
Slowly he pulled his cock back, stopping when the head was just about to pop out, then shoved it back in. He did it again and again, pushing back harder and harder each time. My cock was sliding against him, getting jacked by his body. I squeezed down on his dick, getting him to moan and making him pound more into me.
I was licking his neck and ear, taking in sharp breaths every time he hit bottom. I lost track of everything except his cock pushing into me. He pumped hard into me, shoving in at different angles, pushing apart the walls of my ass. His searching organ found its mark and he began to hump his dick right at the spot of my prostrate. I cried out in the pleasure of it. I was soaked in my sweat and his. He kept up his steady hard thrusts into me, as I felt myself lose control.
Nick felt the change in me, and pressed his mouth to mine, kissing me hard; and began speeding up his thrusts, catching up to me. My dick began throbbing hard between us as my balls pumped out their hot load. He slammed his dick into me pushing my cum out with each thrust. I held his face to mine, kissing him hard as I shot my load between us.
Nick pumped faster, his cock fighting the contractions of my ass. I felt him shudder; the beginning of his orgasm was here. He pulled his cock back and slammed it in, blasting his cum in me. His whole body shook with each blast. I felt each shot in me, and held him tight against me.
When he finished cumming, he let his full weight on me, and began kissing my face. He looked into my eyes, that big Cheshire cat smile, across his face.
He lay his head on my chest, and we both started to relax and drift off.
"What the fuck, Nick!" followed by furious pounding on the door jolted us both back into the room. "Damn it, Nick! You're gonna make us late! Get your ass up and out here NOW!!!"