What You See Is What You Get-1
The following story is a work of fiction that does not want to imply that anyone in this story is gay, lesbian, or bisexual. Just take this story as entertainment. Thank you
God, look at his butt.. Such a nice ass too. Perfectly shaped on him. The curves are perfect, the size. Damn my ass fetish. Damn me being gay. I never wanted to choose this, but damn it's a fucking good way to live. I have never been ashamed of being gay, and I never will be. Everyone here knows. But God, look at his ass. Oh, I just want to..
"Hey," Walter yelled at me. "I'm sorry to bore you and all, but we need to get everything set before we begin on the new project."
"Sorry, Walt," I spoke calmly, trying to calm Walter down. "I was just out of it for a second, but I'm back."
"Good," Walter said calmly, "Now let's talk about the upcoming recording."
"Awe, jeez. Can you wait until we get the damn songs first," Chris complained
"We need to talk about it now," Walter said firmly.
Chris sighed and sat back in his chair. He's had a hard time lately, but it's all on him. Chris is a funny guy, unless he's horny.. which is a lot. Especially since he broke up with Melissa, his steady girlfriend for a good six months. Why? Well, let's just say that what happened the night before Chris and Melissa broke up has a lot to do with alcohol and the stale relationships between Chris and Justin. Not to mention Chris's new found religion, bisexuality. Now don't get me wrong, I believe being bi is a good thing if it fits you, but in Chris's case, it's disgusting. He thinks that since he's bisexual, that he has a greater chance of getting some ass. Yes, Chris is a sick fuck, but he's my friend as well. He helped me through the gay issue when I was having trouble with it. He has always been a friend.just a friend with a dick control problem.
"Well, will we, at least, get a month off before we start on the new album. I mean we finished the album, promoted it, did a concert, and remember the lawsuit with Lou during our `vacation.' We need the break."
"Justin, I will talk to the big heads upstairs. They will probably ok it, but you also have to be aware that we gotta promote the new single soon," Walter said as he stood near Joey and Chris.
Nobody has been a better friend than Justin. He may be well, different. I mean sometimes I think he thinks he was raised in the mean streets of Harlem. And so he sometimes throws in ghetto slang into his vocabulary when the press is not around, he's still Justin and he's still my best friend and I love him. We have been friends for, what it seems like forever. I mean my parents and his parents are close, as well as us. I can hang out with him and do anything with him and not even feel uncomfortable, or feel like he's uncomfortable in what we are doing. Me and him are the closest in the group and it is cool. I would never replace him with anyone. And we've only had one fight that lasted longer than an hour. It lasted for a year, but we are over that hump, and I'm glad.
"I was also thinking you guys could do some promotional stuff. I mean wouldn't it be cool to sell Pepsi," Walter asked with a smile.
"Oh, come on. We already sold our souls to McDonalds," Joey yelled. "Besides, Sisqo's got Pepsi."
"Well we always beet up the Taco Bell dog into doing "Yo quiero N'Sync," Chris smiled.
"Chris," Joey yelled annoyed as he slapped Chris on the head.
Chris's protector. That's what Joey was named, because Chris could get into some unusual, stupid, even dangerous and life threatening situations, and for some remarkable unknown reason, Joey got him out of them. Because of that, Joey and I hang out the least with each other, but when we do, it's always memorable. Like the time we went for a massage and where locked in accidentally. We sweat of so much water, but we got to know each other very well. I believe that was the day I started calling Joey a friend, and he deserves every recognition of it, because he is a true friend to all of us.
"Lastly," Walter continued, "we need to discuss expenses."
We all groaned.
"Guys, it's nothing big. The big heads decided that rooming expenses will go down. They figure since you guys are friends, that you could share rooms. So from now on, three in one room. Two in another."
"I am not rooming with Girlie," Chris protested.
"Fuck off, buttplug," Lance snapped back. "Who says I want to room with your stank ass."
"Lance, Chris, that's enough," Walter yelled. "Maybe you two should room permanently, or until you guys can get along."
"Fuck," they said simultaneously.
Now Lance and Chris have hated each other from the get-go, but for two different reasons. Chris hated Lance because Lou picked Lance over Chris's cousin, Denny, when we started the group. It took Chris a good three years to get over that, especially when Denny killed himself. Then Chris went out with Melissa.. Lance's best friend. So when Chris and Melissa broke up, and why the broke up, Chris and Lance just couldn't get along. Lance and me get along great. He's my girlfriend, since we are both gay and stuff. It's cool, like he's the one I can talk to about anything, especially my problem.
My problem. I need Lance's advice. He'll give it to me.
"Ok, guys. Meetings over," Walter said as he packed up his stuff.
We all sighed and got out of our seats. I caught Lance's arm just as everyone left.
"Jay," I smiled as I tugged on Lance's arm.
"Hey, Josh," he smiled, "what's up? I know you gotta tell me something cause you were not in that meeting."
"Yeah, I do," I said as I looked at his shoes. "I have a crazy crush on someone, and I need your advice."
"Ooh, dirt," He smiled as we sat back in the chairs. "Who is it?"
"Well, it's someone in the band."
"Don't be coy, jackass. Who is it?"
Just as I was about to tell, the door flung open and Justin stood there.
"Are you ladies coming, or am I gonna have to take off my pants and show you a real man's dick," Just said in his best tough guy voice.
"No thanks," I smiled.
"Yeah, I've seen it, Just," Lance smiled. "That's a real man's dick at the age of 5."
Justin smiled, then did his sad puppy dog face.
"Pweese come wit me? We gonna have peeza and stwuff," Justin mocked childishly.
"Fine, you idiot. We're coming," I smiled as Lance and I got up.
"Tell me later," Lance whispered as we left the room.
To Be Continued..
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