Well, I think I "hit the nail on the head" with the Kevin-Matt-Brian triangle going on here. The last time I got so much e-mail was back in 1998!! Ofcourse, back then I was only the second person to write a Backstreet Boys series for Nifty Archives. Now, four years later, I'm getting e-mail like I have a brand new series. Go me and my perverted self! LOL Anyhoo--the general consensus is that everyone thinks that the sex is hot, and the drama that may or may not ensue is FABulous. So, having said that, I'm going to tuck a bunch of that in this section, too. Also, all my queer (and non-queer) friends, please take this next warning to heart! We live in a time where safe sex is literally a matter of life or death. Alot of the sex scenes in my story are completely NOT safe. I actually don't think I've ever mentioned condoms, dental dams, etc. when sex has come up. However, this is all fantasy. My characters stay healthy and safe because I make it so. Remember, you aren't that fortunate. Sharing bodily fluids (ie. semen, vaginal secretions, fecal matter, blood, etc.) can lead to numerous diseases and illnesses, not to mention it's kinda icky. Remember to wrap it up, k? Enough with the public service announcements. I don't know the BSB or any other celebrity mentioned here, but I would fuck 'em all. I'm a whore--so what? If it's illegal for you to read this--well, I won't be the one facing charges if you get caught. Kapesh?!? If homo-sex offends you (you KNOW you like it), then don't read it. Or read it and satisfy those homosexual tendencies of yours. If you want to write me for any reason, feel free! My e-mail is bbbrokworknprog@aol.com! Don't flame me, though. It pisses me off, then I'm forced to destroy you. Don't cuss me, either. I know more dirty words than you and will feel obligated to send them in response. SMILE Enjoy wanking everyone....
"Tell me why everything turned around. Packing up, shacking up is all you wanna do. If I could, baby, I'd give you my world. Open up, everything's waiting for you. You can go your own way, go your own way. You can call it another lonely day. You can go your own way, go your own way."~Go Your Own Way, Fleetwood Mac.
Bad Boy B-Rok All In The Family By-Lep (Part 36)
"Are you insane?" Garrett's voice crackled thru my cell phone.
"You call me at five in the morning, and call me insane? It's like, what, two in the morning in L.A.?" I stated loudly.
"Pictures of Kevin and you holding hands on eighty-second..."
"Eighty-third."
"Eighty-third street." He stammered. "That's not so bad, but then there are pictures of you two kissing!"
"Kissing?!?" I squealed.
Kevin rolled over in bed next to me. His arm flung across my stomach, hugging me tightly as he spooned up against me.
"Kissing?" I asked in a lower voice.
"Yes! Brian--your boyfriend--has called me already to ask if this is some type of publicity stunt. Ofcourse I said it was..."
"Thank God." I sighed, relieved.
"But your old chap Nathan from People Magazine called and asked about it." His voice was getting higher and higher.
"What did you tell him?" I unconciously clutched my hand to my chest.
"I told him to bugger off, ofcourse. Told him to write what he wants or just forget about it. Now all we need is Twiggy in a pork commercial to shock me more." He squealed in a voice so high I had to pull the phone away from my ear.
"You've gone supersonic, Garrett." I stated blandly.
"Obviously you're not appreciating the severity of this situation." Garrett screeched.
"I think this all has to do with your own prejudice." Okay, so I was hitting below the belt.
There was a few seconds pause.
"You bastard." He hissed lowly.
I didn't know how to respond to that.
"Just because you're a poof and I'm not doesn't mean...."
"Come back to bed, baby." Kevin grunted at my side.
I slapped a hand over his mouth, hoping that Garrett hadn't been able to hear anything.
"Oh, I see." Garrett confirmed that he had heard Kevin in the background.
"Garrett..." I began.
"Just fix it, Matt. I don't care what you do with your boyfriend, or his friends." He threw that last part in with an annoyed growl. "Just fix it so you don't look like a poof to the media. A whore, as well!"
"Fine!" I answered loudly, knowing he was right.
"Fine!" He hissed back.
I sneered at the phone.
"Oi, Matt!" Garrett shouted before I hung up.
"What?" I sighed in a defeated tone.
"I'm glad you got the job."
"Thanks." I replied.
"Cheers." He replied, then hung up.
I turned the power off to the phone completely and set it on the bedside table. I scootched back down in the bed until I was lying on my back. Kevin hugged me tightly again and gave a contented sigh.
"Who was it, baby?" He groaned, half awake.
"Garrett."
"What did he want?"
"Just to give me congrats on getting the job." I lied--sorta.
"That's nice of him." Kevin yawned.
"Yeah." I agreed and pursed my lips for Kevin as he moved to my mouth with a kiss.
Kevin let his tongue roll into my mouth as he grabbed one of my wrists tightly with his hand. His hand wrapped around my wrist easily.
"What?" I pulled away with a laugh as he held my wrist tightly.
Kevin didn't answer, he just tightened his hold on my wrist. It didn't exactly hurt, but the pressure was enough to make it uncomfortable. Kevin kept his eyes locked on mine as his grip got tighter and tighter.
"What are you doing?" I laughed nervously, but let him keep my wrist.
"Seeing how much pressure you can take."
"Why?" I laughed loudly.
"Wouldn't you like to know?" He licked my chin.
"Are we playing master and slave?" I asked with an English accent.
"Maybe."
"Ooooo, which one am I?"
"The slave, obviously." Kevin shook my wrist.
"Just because you have one wrist trapped?" I asked.
"I could easily overpower you." Kevin stated matter-of-factly.
I didn't like the tone he was using. Sure, he was just being kinky, but no one dominated me without running it by me first. I just smiled at him, then pressed my lips to his.
"Sorry." I pulled back.
"For what?" Kevin cocked his head to the side.
I reached out quickly with my other hand and squeezed him thru his boxer briefs. Kevin gasped suddenly and let go of my wrist. I took the oppurtunity to jump on top of him, straddling his waist. I let my butt rest on top of his crotch. Kevin looked up at me in amazement, obviously surprised that I had gotten him to lose his grip.
"What's dominating who?" I teased from above him.
"You play dirty." He whined playfully.
"I thought you liked it that way?" I moved my ass slightly against him.
"I do."
Kevin grabbed my hips roughly and rolled both of us until I was on my back and he was on top of me. He pressed himself against my ass again. I guess it was his version of a victory dance. I couldn't help but groan slightly when his boxer brief covered cock pressed against the ass of my boxer briefs. His cock felt like it would break thru both sets of underwear and penetrate me.
"You like that?" Kevin asked in a voice I'd never heard him use.
"Fuck yeah, I like it." I grunted as Kevin grabbed both my wrists and held them over my head with just one hand.
"I want to do something kinky." Kevin growled, pushing himself against my ass again.
"I thought we were?" I teased.
"Kinkier." Kevin growled and slammed in my ass so hard I almost screamed out in pleasure.
"What?" I asked.
I wanted to pull a hand free and grab his cock. Wanted to stroke it, jerk him off hard. I wanted it in my mouth. It was almost a need, like food or water. My thoughts were interrupted when Kevin thrust again. His aim was perfect, and he did it so hard, that he actually poked by the ring of my asshole. If it hadn't been for our underwear, he would have slammed his full length into me. Kevin gasped loudly before pulling back from me slowly. He shivered violently.
"I want it rough." Kevin growled from the pit of his stomach.
"How rough?"
Kevin answered me by reaching between us and grabbing the waistband of my boxers. He looked into my eyes, then squeezed my wrists with his one hand so hard that I gasped. He was only using one hand and had made it hurt. He obviously had been gentle earlier. He squeezed again and my cock shot straight up. With lightning speed, Kevin ripped my boxers down the side, then off me.
"Jesus!" I jerked as the material was pulled away from my body.
Kevin didn't respond. Instead, he reached down and yanked his hard cock out of the fly of his underwear.
"Goddamnit, fuck me!" I screamed when he didn't thrust into me immediately.
"You want me to fuck you with this?" Kevin asked evily as he grabbed his cock and slapped my ass with it.
"Yes..." I began before looking down at it.
My mouth began to water as I scanned the length of his thick cock. It was the first time I really looked. In fact, it was the first time I had paid much attention to looking at anyone's cock. It was beautiful--perfectly straight pale shaft with a pinkish-purple head. It wasn't amazingly thick, but just right. Finally, my eyes confirmed Kevin was around seven and a half inches long. The whole thing was roped with veins. Kevin's balls were a little over walnut size, and tight against his body, not saggy.
"I want it in my mouth. Down my throat." I moaned as my cock began drooling precum from the sight.
"You want to suck my cock?" Kevin moved up quickly to straddle my stomach.
"I want it bad." I moaned again.
"You want me to ram it down your throat?" Kevin grabbed his cock and "waved" it at me before he began to stroke it in front of me.
"Ram it down my throat hard."
"Make my balls slap your chin?" Kevin asked lowly as he scootched up to my chest, stroking his cock over my lips now.
"Hell yeah." Kevin's talk was making the precum flow from my cock freely.
Kevin let go of my wrists and pulled me up towards the headboard. He pulled me up until my head was propped up by the headboard and his cock was staring "eye to eye" with me. Then he scootched up, still stroking himself, and planted a knee in each of my armpits.
"I like you like this. In that position." Kevin leered down at me.
I didn't answer, I just stuck my tongue out and lapped up the precum off his cockhead. Kevin continued stroking himself as I wrapped my lips completely around the head of his cock. He stroked from the base, all the way to the end of his shaft. When his fingers touched my lips, he'd stroke again. He was pumping a steady stream of precum into my mouth.
"You ready?" Kevin let go of his cock and grabbed the headboard with both hands.
All I could do was mumble an "mm-hm". Without a warning, Kevin's cockhead was deep in my throat. Instinct told me to swallow.
"Oh yeah." Kevin groaned, holding himself in place as my throat convulsed.
As soon as he jetted another shot of precum down my throat, he pulled out. When just his cockhead was the only part of him left in my mouth, he thrust again. This time I gagged on him when the back of my head slammed into the headboard. Kevin wasn't bothered by it, he just pulled out, then thrust back into my throat again.
Kevin held tightly to the headboard as he assaulted my mouth with his hard cock. Kevin was thrusting so fast and hard, his balls were making an audible "slapping" noise each time they connected with my chin. Kevin was grunting roughly and saying things like "yeah, take it all, baby", as he fucked my throat harder and harder.
When I reached around and shoved two fingers in his asshole roughly, Kevin yelled out like a madman. I swirled my fingers until the nail was pointed upwards, and then I pushed my fingers down on his prostate. Kevin thrust a final time with a shrill intake of breath, burying the full length of himself down my throat.
"Oh fuck, drink my cum." Kevin growled.
I couldn't taste anything, he was buried so deep in my throat.
"Oh yeah!" Kevin's body jerked.
Quickly, he pulled out of my throat and tossed himself off into my face. Shot after shot of cum struck my cheeks, chin, forehead, and even landed in my open mouth. Kevin seemed to cum forever. His whole body jerked and spasmed as he unloaded onto my face. When I thought he was finished squirting, I leaned forward and kissed the tip gently. Kevin's body jerked again and his cock fired two more ropes of cum at my nose.
"Oh shit! Suck it! Suck it!" Kevin stated urgently and shoved himself back in my throat.
I sucked hard as Kevin's body shook and another squirt of cum landed on my tongue. Kevin kept shaking, but he finally stopped shooting cum. When his body stopped spasming, he pulled his shiny, hard cock out of my mouth. Kevin smiled and began to smear his cock into the cum on my face. After a few seconds, his cock was glistening with his load of cum.
"Get up." Kevin moved off of me, holding his cock by the base.
I didn't say anything, I just got up from the position I had been laying in.
"Hands and knees." Kevin ordered.
I did as he said, knowing he had smeared his cock on my face to get it lubed up for my ass. As soon as my butt was pointed at him, he slammed his cock into me. Kevin slammed his cock all the way into me in one thrust. He held himself inside me and laid down on me, his chest resting on my back.
"Oh God, you're so tight." He grunted, trying to shove further into me.
"You're cock is so fucking huge." I moaned.
"I love you, Matt." Kevin kissed my neck and reached under us to grab my cock.
"How many guys have you had sex with?" Kevin asked.
I was laying on my side, up against Kevin as he laid on his back. My head was resting on his chest with my right arm buried under us. My left arm was across his chest, a cigarette in my hand. My thumb ran across his nipple every now and then.
"Including Brian, you, Nick and A.J.?" I asked, bringing the cigarette to my lips.
"Yeah." Kevin took the cigarette from me when I got done taking a drag.
"Um, let's see. Just the four, then." I stated with a smile.
Kevin blew out smoke with a look of shock on his face.
"You never had sex before Brian?!?"
"Is that so hard to believe?" I laughed and took the cigarette back from him.
"Well, you are pretty good looking. And, I mean, you're so good at it." Kevin chuckled.
"Thanks." I giggled. "But yeah, unless touching Bobby Watkins cock during a game of truth or dare while camping out in seventh grade counts, Brian was the first."
"Why didn't you have sex before that?" Kevin rolled onto his side and propped himself up on an elbow to look at me.
I took a drag of my cigarette and thought about it for a second.
"I guess I was too worried about finishing school with good grades. That and I was working on acting like a son-of-a-bitch" I exhaled.
"You were working on an acting career that early?" Kevin asked.
"Yeah, since I was like fifteen or so. I wanted to get out of my mother's house. The only way I could do that was if I had some money." I explained.
"Oh. Seems sorta sad." Kevin replied.
I curled up the corner of my mouth into a half smile. I snubbed out my cigarette and lit another as we laid there, naked and unashamed.
"What about you?" I asked slowly.
"I'd never had sex with a guy before you, either." Kevin smiled playfully at me.
I playfully slapped Kevin on the cheek.
"How many girls, dipshit?"
Kevin caught my hand as I pulled it away and held it, lacing his fingers thru mine. He held our hands against his chest lightly.
"Six. And then you."
"You big whore." I teased and scootched closer into him.
"I know, right?" He smiled and held me close to him. "But I'd rather end it at seven."
"If you ended up with me, you'd never have anymore poontang." I nibbled at his ear.
"Hmmm...that is something to think about." Kevin sighed as I worked at his ear.
"Never have kids..." I continued.
"Mm-hm."
"And no breast-eses." I giggled.
"Well, you're forgetting three things." Kevin grinned lazily as I pulled away from his wet ear.
"What?" I wiped my lips with the back of my hand.
"Your mouth and ass is better than poontang." Kevin mocked me with a blush rising in his cheeks. "You're gay and have a kid. And you're so maternal you're practically a breast."
"You're so funny." I bit his chest playfully.
"Have you decided what to do about Brian and me?" Kevin's drawl was in full force.
"No."
We laid there in silence as Kevin held me and I held him back. I brought one leg up and tangled in in his. Kevin ran a hand thru my hair while the other ran from my neck to my back. He was so tender. Kevin knew how to seperate sex and love. When we had sex, we had real sex. The rest of the time, he just loved me. Right then and there, I realized that that was what was missing in my relationship with Brian.
I grabbed Kevin's shoulders lightly and rolled, pulling him on top of me. Kevin didn't try to stop me. He just rolled with me until he was above me, holding himself up by his arms, his groin pressed against mine. He stared down into my eyes and smiled warmly at me.
"What can I do for you, sir?" Kevin asked gently.
"Make love to me." I stared hard at him.
Kevin nodded knowingly, keeping his warm eyes on mine. He leaned down slowly and kissed me as his cock slowly started to inflate between us. Our tongues filled each other's mouths as his cock got harder and harder, slowly inching it's way up between our stomachs. Kevin pulled away from my mouth when the time was right and put my legs on his shoulders. He muttered "I love you, Matt" as he entered me gently, sliding in slowly.
With each thrust into me, Kevin's stomach rubbed my cock between us. Each time he groaned, I groaned with him. I wrapped my arms around him tightly and held on as his movements sent me over the edge, spraying both our bellies with cum. As soon as I came, Kevin moaned, signaling he was close, then went to pull himself out of me.
"Leave it inside me." I stopped him.
Kevin locked his lips to mine as he spasmed and came inside of me for the first time. I don't know how long it was, but Kevin shook for quite awhile. After he calmed down, he collapsed on top of me, still inside me.
"I love you, too, Kevin." I stated gently.
"You're...something else." Kevin smiled and kissed me again, gently pressing his lips to mine. "I love you, too."
Then, we fell asleep with Kevin on top of me and his cock still inside me.
(Part 37)
Here I am again, I thought to myself as I walked into Clinnon's office on 83rd with Kevin in tow. Around lunchtime, Kevin and I awoke to the phone ringing. It was Clinnon on the other end, hurriedly asking me to come in to see me again. The only thing I could think of was he saw the pictures of Kevin and I and decided to tell me to forget the movie. Garrett's screaming would probably make his head explode this time.
"I'm here to see..." I started as I walked up to his secretary's desk.
Clinnon's office doors swung open roughly, making me stop mid-sentence.
"Matt!" He said cheerfully, and loud enough for everyone to know I was there.
"Clinnon." I walked over and let him smooch me on the cheek, as was customary for him.
Most guys that try that, I think they are one of three things: 1) gay, 2) being fake, 3) strange. Clinnon was none of the above. He was straight, sincere, and foreign. Where he came from, everyone was like that.
"How good to see you! I have great news! Ah, and you brought the boyfriend!" I wished he would have lowered his voice.
"I'm not..." Kevin tried to argue for me.
"Let's go to lunch. My treat!" Clinnon had never been this happy.
"Uh, yeah, okay." I didn't know what else to do besides agree.
"Let's hurry before those goddamned producers call again." Here was the Clinnon I knew.
He hurried us out of his offices and down the street to the place he would tell me the good news at. The place he had in mind was strange, even for Clinnon. It looked like an old-time blues lounge with decorum that hadn't changed since the late 60's. Clinnon said they had the best drinks and food, though. The waiter had seated us in a round booth in a dark corner before Clinnon said anything to me.
"Eat and drink anything you want. I'm paying." He reminded us.
"Yeah, okay." Kevin looked at me nervously.
The waiter came and took our drink orders. He had time to return with Kevin's Jack and Coke, my gin and tonic, and Clinnon's scotch before Clinnon said anything more.
"The ribeye is excellent here." Clinnon winked at us over the top of a menu.
"I don't like steak..." I began.
"No steak?!?! That's insane. Well, their spicey chicken spaghetti is good, too."
"I guess a ribeye would be good." Kevin tried to be nice.
"Good man!" Clinnon reached over and slapped him on the back.
"Clinnon, what's the good news?" I rushed him with a laugh.
"I'm interested, too." Kevin chuckled.
"Matt, you are like a God-send to me." Clinnon was way too happy. "Our movie we made--you remember--the one they said had too much sex in it?"
"Thanks, and yes, I remember."
How could I forget that movie? It had been a fight from the beginning. They had paid me twelve million to make it. When they ended up shelving the film due to sexual content, I was contractually allowed to keep the money. How could anyone forget that?
"The studio picked it back up. It will be released in December!" Clinnon took a gulp of scotch.
"That's great." I agreed, but didn't see how it was exciting enough to buy me lunch over.
"Yes, yes. And the studio has agreed to fund another screenplay of mine!" Clinnon motioned at the waiter.
"Wow! That's great, Clinnon. I'm really happy for you." I sorta bobbed my head and smiled.
"But one condition." He held one finger up as he handed the empty glass to the watier.
I waited as the glass was taken and a full one was handed over.
"You have to agree to star in it." He finished.
"You mean, you want me to do the film we talked about earlier, and then this other one?"
"Yes, two movies." Clinnon slapped a smiling Kevin on the back again.
"Plus, the last one they are going to release in December?" I was shocked.
"Yes, that would make three." He smiled widely.
"Why me?" I was confused.
A week ago I was begging for work, now jobs were being thrown at me.
"When you're hot, you're hot, Matt." Kevin shrugged.
"I think the pictures and rumors in the papers helped." Clinnon was more honest.
"How much and when?" I chugged my drink and motioned to the waiter like Clinnon had.
"Well, the one we discussed yesterday is next June. This new one starts filming this December. Bob at the studio--very nice man as always--told me to tell you he'll pay twenty million." Clinnon was pleased.
"That's ten a film." Kevin did the math for me.
"Thanks, Kev." I laughed. "He paid me twelve for the last one."
Clinnon looked smug. Too smug.
"That's twenty million apiece." He laughed loudly and joyfully.
"What?" I slapped a hand over my mouth as the waiter set my new drink in front of me.
"Bring me another." Kevin handed the waiter his empty glass.
"Twenty a film is generous, yes?" Clinnon looked worried.
"Well, yeah. Very." I took another drink.
"So?" He pushed.
"Do you have the script for this other one I just heard about?" I just wanted to say 'yes' and forget about it.
"Yes, yes, ofcourse. You'll read it and love it--then you'll sign the contracts for both." Clinnon was arrogantly sure of himself.
"Well, normally I'd argue, but you're probably right." I laughed loudly.
"Cheers." Clinnon held his glass out and Kevin and I followed.
"Cheers." We repeated back to him.
"Wow." I looked up to see Clinnon watching me from across his desk nervously. "It's great."
Clinnon sighed in relief as I closed the script.
"Good. I knew you'd like it." He smiled.
I had been sitting in the same chair for two hours, reading the script. Clinnon wanted me to read it right then, and in front of him. So, I read while Kevin dozed on the couch. He was sitting up, wide awake now, as I told Clinnon I loved it.
"Good. Then sign!" He shoved two collections of papers and a pen across the desk to me.
"You have to chill." I laughed and went about reading the contracts.
Barbara had taught me enough back in the day to see that the contracts were standard. There wasn't anything "funky" about them. They even stated that I got to keep the money again as long as I fulfilled my end of the bargain. I picked up the pen and realized that by signing these two documents, I was going to be forty million dollars richer. I savored the thought, then signed both contracts quickly. When the room didn't melt away to show this was some elaborate dream, I sighed heavily.
"Excellent." Clinnon smiled. "When you get back to L.A., Bob will probably want a meeting."
"He's got it."
"Listen, you've made me a happy man." He beamed. "Have dinner on me tonight. If they won't bill me, just let me know how much it was and I'll reimburse you."
"That's awfully nice..." Kevin shook his head.
"I insist." Clinnon stood.
"Yes sir!" I saluted him and stood to shake his hand.
"We saved each other today, didn't we?" Clinnon whispered into my ear as he pulled me into a hug.
"Damn right we did." I whispered back.
Clinnon let go of me and shook Kevin's hand with a smile, then we were gone again.
(Part 38)
"Daddy, I have a friend!" Booker squealed.
"Oh you do, do you?" I laughed into the phone.
"Yeah, he's sooooo cool." Booker answered matter-of-factly.
"So you liked school then?" I asked the natural question.
"I love school, daddy!" He yelled.
I just laughed.
"Here's Daddy." Booker announced he was putting Brian on the phone. "Love you, Daddy!"
"I love you, too, Booger!" I hollered quickly so he wouldn't miss it.
There was a slight pause while I waited for Brian.
"Hey, baby." Brian's voice came across deep and velvety.
"Hey there." I replied.
"I miss you." He cooed.
"I miss you, too. And the rest of the guys."
"Garrett told me you signed a two movie deal today for forty-million. Jesus, will you be my sugar daddy?" He laughed into the phone.
"Sure." I laughed, but wasn't amused.
"And I saw the pictures of you and Kevin in the paper." Brian stated.
I was going to make up some lie to cover it up, but Brian started talking again.
"If you two ever fuck, I wanna watch." He laughed loudly. "I can't join in since he's my cuz, but I'd love to watch. That'd be hot."
"Yeah, sure." I was more than annoyed, but didn't let him know that. "Kevin wants to talk to you."
I shoved the phone at Kevin. He took the phone, looking at me funny.
"Hey, cuz." Kevin stated happily.
Kevin looked at me with wide eyes as Brian was apparently talking to him.
"No, why would you think that?" Kevin looked totally distressed.
I just rolled my shoulders as he continued talking.
"It's just not something he wants to hear his boyfriend saying right now, Bri. No, I don't think I'd go for that, either." Kevin stated angrily.
My eyes got wide as Kevin's face got red. He was obviously very pissed. I had never seen him look this angry.
"Brian, I don't want to talk about this anymore. That's just ridiculous, and you know it. No one...no, Matt's not in the room with me."
I cocked my head to the side and listened while Kevin stared into my eyes.
"Listen, why don't we just talk about this when I get back to L.A.? Yeah, alright. Give my love to the guys and Booker."
Then Kevin hung up the phone. He sighed, still looking at me.
"Well?" I asked.
"I think that our little affair wouldn't matter to him." Kevin got up and walked towards the bathroom.
"What did he say?" I followed him, but Kevin shut the bathroom door behind him, shutting me out.
I heard running water, then silence.
"Kev, what did he say to you?" I asked again.
The next thing I knew, the door had swung open, and Kevin was standing in front of me.
"Kev.."
"He said it's okay if I want to get laid." Kevin stared at me hard.
I didn't know what to say.
"He said he didn't mind, he just wishes you weren't pissed at him."
"So, basically, he gave you the okay to get your rocks off with his boyfriend?" I squinted.
"Yeah. I guess we shouldn't disappoint him." Kevin shrugged. "But, it just pisses me off, Matt."
"Why? He just gave you permission to do what you want with this sexy...hard...tanned...buff....body." I moved in closer on each word, a smile on my face.
"Because, if you were truly mine, I wouldn't share you with anyone. Not even to save my life." Kevin answered.
"Oh." I felt ashamed all the sudden, and stepped back.
Kevin placed his hands on my shoulders.
"But, if I have to share you, I will." He sighed, but managed a smile.
"I feel like such an idiot." I laughed angrily and pulled away from Kevin.
"Why?" Kevin followed me as I went over and plopped down on the couch.
"Because, I know I should be loyal to Brian. I know this with you is so wrong."
"Oh." Kevin sat down next to me. "But..."
"But, I love you, and this FEELS so right." I couldn't help it, I threw myself on Kevin and kissed him roughly.
Kevin grabbed me quickly and pushed me down on the couch, putting his body on top of mine. Within seconds we were both naked.
"This is great news, Matt. You've made alot of people happy today." Bob sounded very cheerful over the phone. "When you're back in L.A., I want to take you and anyone else you deem fit out to dinner."
"That's awfully nice of you, Bob. You've always been very kind to me." I stated graciously.
"Clinnon owes you his life. His movies would never see the light of day without you."
"I wouldn't go that far." I chuckled nervously.
I was sitting out on the balcony, talking into my cell phone. Kevin had helped me move one of the smaller tables out onto the balcony so I would have something to write on while I talked to Bob. So far, there hadn't been anything I needed to write down.
"It's true. I don't know how you do it, Matt, but everytime you're down, you just come right back."
"What do you mean?" I was utterly curious.
"Well, two weeks ago, and you weren't even considered for any parts, now you have a two movie deal with forty million. It amazes me, even if I am the one that signed you." He laughed joyfully.
"Well, that's quite a compliment coming from you."
"And my pals over at Miramax are fighting other studios to sign you for a film. There's a bidding war going on behind your back. There's talk of up to twenty-five mil per picture." Bob sounded thoroughly impressed.
"Bob, with all due respect, some racy pictures come out and all the sudden I'm a sought after actor."
"Matt, I understand where you're coming from. However, surely you're not naive enough to not realize that the media controls this business. If people are talking about you, you're a hot property." Bob explained it to me.
"I see." I finally DID see how everything worked.
"Just keep it up. I know you're a good actor. You know you're a good actor. Hell, everyone knows it. You're an Academy Award winner for God's sake. Keep whatever you're doing going."
"You haven't seen anything yet, Bob." I laughed. "If print is what you want, I'll be in every paper and magazine tomorrow."
"Spoken like a true pro." He laughed with me. "I bet Barbara would be proud."
"Yeah, is she still in the clinic?" I asked.
"Yeah, she's still in there. I know she'd be proud of how well you're doing, though." Bob consoled me gently.
"I hope so..."
"Listen, we can talk more when you come to L.A. Right now you need to write down all the meeting times and dates I have lined up for you. Do you have a pen and paper?"
"Sure do." I replied, picking up the pen quickly.
"Okay. Day after tomorrow, ofcourse you're having lunch with me at eleven in the morning. No if's and's or but's." He chuckled. "Then, at one, I want you to meet with Harvey Weinstein at Miramax about an offer he has for you. After that, I need you to meet with Miranda Barrens at US Magazine offices for an interview about the new deal."
"Okay, gotcha." I jotted everything down.
"Then, on Thursday, you need to meet with Nathan from People. I know you dislike him, but it would mean alot to me if you met with him and answered his questions. Then OUT Magazine wants to interview after that. Then Todd Hansen wants you on his show Friday. We have photo shoots lined up with XY, Vanity Fair and GQ. You'll probably need to wear something high end for the last two."
"Calling out the big dogs, eh?" I teased as I kept writing studiously.
"You're going to be bigger than you ever were, Matt. Trust me on that one. Then on Friday night, we have a banquet, dinner-thing you will need to attend in your honor. We're going to unveil the new deal to the rest of the media and the big players here in L.A."
"Okay."
"That's all I have for now, but there will be plenty more when you come back to town, I'm sure."
"Alright, I think I've got it all." I replied.
I repeated back all the information to Bob, and he confirmed I had it all right.
"I have already told your new agent, Garrett I believe his name was, all this. Nice guy. What a find."
"Yeah, he's pretty awesome." I replied.
"Listen Matt, thanks again. I'm really looking forward to working on the next couple projects." Bob stated grandly.
"As long as you pay me that forty million, the pleasure's all mine." I teased.
"I'm sure." He got a kick out of that. "I'll see you Wednesday."
"Right on. See you then." I replied and hung up after we said our "goodbye's".
I sat there for a minute, staring at my cell phone. Was this really happening? Was I making multi-million dollar deals? Was I really going to be the next big blockbuster star? If I went thru with what was being placed on the table, was the public going to eat it up, or ignore it?
"That sounded good." I looked up to see Kevin looking out of the balcony doors at me.
"Yeah, it was." I smiled lazily.
"I don't know if it'll sound genuine, since I'm sure everyone's told you already--but I'm really proud of you. Happy for you." Kevin came out onto the balcony and sat across from me.
I looked at Kevin for a second, and something in his eyes told me he was truly happy for me. It made my whole body feel warm.
"Thanks, Kev." I smiled back at him.
"Whatcha doin'?" He asked as I began pushing numbers on my phone.
"I'm going to call Harvey Weinstein at Miramax." I replied.
"Go for it, boy." He cheered me on.
"I know he is going to offer me that musical. I don't really want it. I can't sing." I laughed nervously.
Kevin reached across the table quickly and grabbed my hand, keeping me from hitting the "send" button on my phone.
"What?!?" I laughed loudly.
"You can't sing?" He cocked his head at me, but let go of my hand.
"Yeah, I sound like a cat in a bear trap."
"Sing for me." Kevin sat back and folded his arms over his chest.
"What? No!" I blushed.
"Why? Is little ole Matt nervous?" Kevin teased me as he stood up and walked over to me.
"No.."
"Then do it." Kevin straddled my lap and sat down.
"It's too embarassing."
"Oh my god! I've found the one thing that embarasses the unflappable Matt Thompson! Get the reporters!" Kevin moved 'til his nose was against mine and teased me further.
"Shut up!" I laughed.
"Weren't you the one that got me to talk dirty to you?" Kevin kissed the tip of my nose as he sat on my lap.
"Yeah..."
"Then sing for me." He urged me on, wrapping his arms around my neck.
"No. I can't." I had to admit, he found my weak spot.
"Please? Did I mention it makes me hard?" Kevin smiled evily as he pressed himself against me.
"Fine." I blushed so much I could feel the heat rise in my face.
"I'll make it up to you." Kevin bit his bottom lip seductively.
"You better." I suddenly lost my breath.
Kevin sat inches from my face and waited, a smile continuously on his face. He wasn't going to give up. I don't know why I was nervous. I just wanted Kevin to like whatever came out of my mouth. I was nervous that he would hate it. He was going to think I was awful. Finally, I just decided to sing. If I didn't, he would never leave me alone. I didn't know what to sing. The first song that came to mind came out of my mouth. In this case, it was 'Complicated' by Avril Lavigne. I sang the first verse and a chorus, then stopped, turning my head so I wouldn't have to look at him.
"Well," he finally broke the silence, "I don't think that's the kind of stuff they'll have you singing in a musical, but it rocked."
I laughed when I turned to see his wide, approving smile.
"Shut up." I placed a hand on his face and pushed away gently.
"No, it was awesome." He pushed my hand away. "Is there anything you can't do?"
"Yeah, eat pussy. It makes me vomit." I rolled my eyes.
"Well, I wouldn't expect that from you." He got off me and stood in front of me. "See, made me hard."
He pointed at the crotch of his jeans, and sure enough, the front was taut against his hips. I could make out the outline of his cock thru his jeans.
"You're hard all the time." I laughed, but wanted to drop to my knees, rip his jeans open and suck him. "I'm gonna call Harvey before you distract me."
"Okay, baby." He beamed down at me, but didn't move away.
I shook my head, trying not to laugh as I dialed the number to Harvey's office. It took a couple rings, but finally I heard a familiar voice say "Hello, Harvey Weinstein's office, this is Janine".
"Yes, Janine, this is Matt Thompson, is he in?" I asked slowly.
"For you, yes." She sounded cheerful, too.
It was amazing how everyone sounded happy when you were happy.
"Well, let me talk to the old man." I teased.
"Oooh, he won't like that one." She snickered. "One second, Matt."
It took a couple seconds, but I finally heard the phone click over.
"Matt?" Harvey's voice came thru.
"In the flesh. Or phone anyway."
"I've been waiting forever to hear from you. How've you been? Big deal with Bob, I heard. Forty Million for two pictures? Wow!" He spoke ninety to nothing.
"Yeah, it's all crazy, Harv. He said you wanted to talk to me about another movie, though?" I inquired.
"You bet your marketable ass I did. You know, that musical is still not cast for the lead." He stated quickly. "I know you said you can't sing, but come on, I want you for this. You know you want to do it, too."
"Give me one good reason to do it." I asked, fully joking.
"How about twenty-five million reasons?"
I almost dropped the phone.
"Excuse me?" I asked quickly.
"That's the offer, Matt. You read the script and heard the songs awhile back. It hasn't changed. I want you, and I'm willing to pay the price." He was sure of himself.
"Twenty-five million dollars?!?!" I gasped.
Kevin looked down at me with a huge smile on his face. I smiled back up at him, totally not believing what was going on. Before I could object, Kevin lowered himself to his knees in front of me. When his hands reached for my zipper, I tried to push him away, but he wasn't having any of that.
"Oh, wow." I announced to Harvey as my zipper came down by Kevin's hand.
"Just say yes, Matt. I'll have the papers ready when you come back Wednesday. Just say yes."
Kevin reached into my zipper, rubbing his hand on my cock, almost making a moan escape my lips. He smiled up at me evily as he played with my cock thru my boxer briefs.
"I don't know, Harvey. Twenty-five million? What's the catch?" I laughed nervously as Kevin reached thru the slit in my underwear, finally touching my cock.
"No catch. Bob said you'd want the same contract you had with him. It's all standard. You keep the money, even if I pull out of the picture. You just have to fulfill your end of the bargain by starring in it. Just say yes." He pleaded.
"Didn't Bruce Willis get paid more for Die Hard 2?" I asked, gasping as Kevin pulled my cock out of the zipper of my jeans.
Kevin smiled up at me, as if he had won a prize, then started to stroke me to get my cock completely hard.
"Goddamnit, Matt. Bob told me you like to get in pissing contests." Harvey sounded amused.
"He was right." I tried to breath normally as Kevin stroked me.
"Ask for thirty." Kevin whispered up at me.
I looked at him like he was crazy.
"Twenty-six." Harvey offered.
"Huh?" It hadn't registered.
"Okay, twenty-seven." He laughed loudly.
"Thirty, sexy." Kevin squeezed my dick hard, but not so that it hurt.
"Twenty-eight, Matt." Harvey was laughing deliriously.
"Thirty, Harvey!" I gasped as Kevin grabbed my balls with his other hand.
There was a very long pause.
"There ya' go." Kevin smiled at me as he leaned down and swiped his tongue over my balls once, then went back to stroking me.
"You're an asshole." Harvey stated, then laughed. "I love it. You've got balls of solid fucking steel. You just asked for more than most actors would even dream of asking for for one movie."
"Take it or leave it." I breathed heavy as Kevin squeezed my balls.
"Tell ya' what--I'll pay you thirty. You agree, contractually, to star in one more picture of ours. Ofcourse we'll pay you for that one, too. If you agree to do another picture in the future, we'll pay you the thirty million you want for this one. And ofcourse, you better help promote the ever living fuck out of it."
"I'll be in Wednesday to sign off on it." I gasped as Kevin looked up at me joyfully, my cock clutched roughly in his hand.
"You're a real asshole, Matt. Real asshole. No wonder you're doing well. But I still love the hell out of it." Harvey laughed again.
I managed to laugh with him as Kevin stroked me.
"See you Wednesday." Harvey stated.
"When does shooting begin, though?" I managed to ask.
"November first thru December thirteenth. So, you better come in and learn the songs quick, eh?" He cooed.
"I'll be there." I blurted out.
"Sounds good, can't wait. Bye, Mister Balls-o-Steel." He laughed and hung up.
"Goddamn, Kev." I gasped as I shut the phone off and dropped it on the table.
"You get the thirty million?" He smiled evily up at me.
"Yes." I breathed heavy.
"Then you deserve something special." Kevin leaned down and licked the precum off of my now fully hard cock.
"What did you have in mind?" I asked quickly.
"Whatever, and I do mean whatever, you want." He put my cockhead in his mouth and sucked it real quick, then pulled back to stroke it again.
"You tease!" I groaned.
"Matt Thompson, you just made seventy million dollars today. Before we go out to celebrate, what would you like to shove your hard, long, juicy cock into?" Kevin spoke in an "announcer's" voice.
"I want you to suck it." I replied, but stopped Kevin as he lowered his mouth to my cock. "Then I want you to ride me. I want it up your tight straight boy ass."
"Straight boy ass, eh?" Kevin grinned, amused at my comment.
"Yeah, I want to fuck that tight little asshole again." I growled in a voice he would have used.
"Okay, but you'll owe me." He agreed with glee.
"Anything, sexy." I nodded.
Kevin didn't reply, he just took my cock in his mouth and swallowed me down to my balls. Granted, my cock isn't that large, but it was quite a feat for someone that was new to the world of gay pleasures. When his lips touched my balls, my body did something it had never done before. I jetted precum. I had never shot precum before. It had always leaked out, but not shot out. Kevin didn't miss a beat, he swallowed the shot of precum and started bobbing up and down on my cock, getting it wet with his spit.
"Oh fuck yeah, Kevin. Take my cock." I moaned as I grabbed his head and held him onto my cock while I started thrusting.
Kevin reached underneath me and grabbed my ass as I thrust into his throat. Every time I thrust, I could feel his throat envelope my cock and swallow on me. Kevin massaged my ass, rubbing it roughly as I assaulted his mouth with my cock. Kevin gagged a couple times as I rammed the length of my cock down his throat, but didn't try to move off me, he kept taking me down his throat. Right when I felt my balls start to draw up, Kevin jerked away from me, leaving my cock wobbling in the air, wet with his spit.
"Don't want it to end so soon." He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and stood, reaching for his belt.
I smiled at him evily and grabbed his belt, pulling him towards me. Within seconds I had his belt off and his pants ripped open. Kevin just watched me as I pushed his pants and boxer briefs down to his ankles. Kevin stepped out of his pants, and quickly stripped his shirt off over his head, throwing it down with his pants. He finally stood in front of me, fully nude, and fully hard, pointing straigt at me.
"You're so fucking beautiful." I reached a hand up and ran it from the top of his chest, down over his stomach to his cock.
Kevin watched my hand travelled all the way down his body, lust in his eyes. I ran my hand over his chest and stomach several times until Kevin grabbed my wrist and shoved it onto his cock. I just smiled up at him as I began to stroke him. Kevin returned my smile for a second, then let his head fall back, staring at the ceiling as I stroked his cock. He didn't let me stroke him for long before he moved forward, straddling me again.
I groaned loudly as Kevin lowered himself onto my cock, sliding down slowly, inch by inch until he was sitting fully on my lap. Kevin immediately began moving up and down on me, his ass milking my cock for all it was worth. All I could do was grab his hips and bite my lip to keep from screaming out in pleasure. Kevin began to make noises that hinted to the fact he was on the edge of pleasure and pain. I finally managed to reach around him, reaching for his cock.
"No, don't." Kevin gasped as he sped up his bouncing on my cock.
He had said it too late. As soon as my hand was wrapped around his cock, he shot. Load after load of cum shot from his cock, landing and splattering on the balcony floor. I began stroking him harder, milking his cock for every last bit of cum. As he came, Kevin's asshole tightened and constricted on my cock, making me gasp out in pleasure. Suddenly, cum was flowing up my cock and pumping into Kevin as he bounced on my lap. I wrapped my arms around Kevin as I unloaded into him. As soon as he was sure I had stopped shooting, he stopped bouncing on me, but stayed on my lap, my cock still buried in him.
"That wasn't so bad." He laughed with a shiver.
"Not too bad at all." I laughed with him and leaned down and kissed the back of his neck.
TO BE CONTINUED.....
This section was kinda short, I know. However, I'm gonna put out a Halloween Chapter, so I had to give you guys something until then. Anyhoo, I hope everyone enjoyed the gratuitous sex again! Ciao for now!