The normal legal disclaimer applies here: no one who finds homosexual stuff offensive should read this, no on under the age of 18 (or whatever the legal age is in your area) should read this, and the story is purely fiction and is made for entertainment purposes only, not to imply anything about the celebrities mentioned.
Note to readers: I am going to do something that I don't think anyone's done before, I am going to let the readers choose what happens next in our story and will eventually play out in future installments. In this installment Michael, our main character, is faced with three possibilities, but he can only choose one so I want everyone to e-mail me at reallybigdreamer@yahoo.com and tell me which of the three choices you want Micheal to do. Then I'll write the next installment based on the results. I will accept e-mails with your votes for three weeks after the story is posted and then write and submit the next installment based on the resuly, with that on to chapter 5...
Chapter 5: A week later I woke up when the alarm started to buzz around seven. I rolled over and noticed that the alarm hadn't phased Brian in the least. He had been staying with me in my apartment for the past few days since it was easier than trying to quietly have sex in the hotel room he shared with Nick, which we decided not to try to do. We had talked about our relationship and it looked like it was turning into something long-term. I leaned down and kissed his neck and started to kiss my way down his chest until he woke up with a giggle.
"Didn't you get enough last night?" he asked me.
"I only came three times!" I said with a laugh.
"Hey, you know something,"
"What?" I asked.
"That means you got off once more than me," he said sinisterly as he jumped on me.
We both rolled off the bed and onto the floor with a loud thump. But that didn't stop Brian from ravaging me.
We were still on the floor wrapped in the bed's sheets when the phone started to ring.
"Hello?" Brian answered it.
"Who's this?" Jen asked over on the other end.
"Brian..." he answered.
"Brian...?" she continued.
"Is there something you want, lady?" Brian asked.
"Give me the phone," I said figuring out it was Jen since she's the only one I know up that early other than Brian and he was with me, "Yeah."
"Who the hell was that?"
"Oh yeah," I started, "Jen I forgot to tell you that I'm gay and dating Brian Littrell from the Backstreet Boys."
"WHAT?" she screamed into the phone, "I knew you were bi...but you're dating who?"
"Brian Littrell, and gay, not bi," I said.
"Oh great," she replied, "does his management know about this?"
"Yeah, we're supposed to keep this on a Backstreet Boys and management only basis," I said.
"Well, no FUCK!" she screamed, "if this got out you're career would so dead."
"Anything you wanted?" I said getting kind of sick of her.
"Yeah," she said, "the Billboard Charts come out today, I don't wanna ruin anything for you but I know you have a Gateway somewhere in you apartment so turn it on, get online, and look at the singles charts for yourself okay?"
"Um..." I said kind of confused, "Okay..."
We both hung up and I went over and turned on the computer and logged on to the net. Brian walked out of the bathroom as the Billboard Charts Hot 100 finished loading. I quickly scanned for my name.
"Well, Madonna's still #1, and Janet's still #2," Brian mumbled to himself.
"You follow this?" I asked.
"Yeah, habit I guess, always looking for BSB's name even though we don't have a single out right now."
"Uh-huh..." I said as I scrolled to the end of the page, "I'm not on there, she's on something strong."
"Uh, Mike," Brian asked.
"Yeah?"
"You're going under that name Michael and that's all?"
"Yeah."
"Well then," he quickly scrolled to the top of the page and pointed.
"OH MY FUCKING GOD!!!" I screamed as loud as I could.
I jumped out of the chair and started jumping on the bed and yelling.
"I HAVE THE #7 SONG IN THE COUNTRY!!!" I screamed.
"Hey," Brian said, "let's get showered and go out to celebrate with breakfast."
"You know," I said as I jumped down from the bed, "I just might even eat breakfast today."
"Damn, you must be in a good mood," Brian laughed sarcastically. ***
"I can't believe that my first single debuts #7," I said excitedly as I stuffed pancakes in my mouth.
"Not even our first single did that good," Brian said, referring to the Backstreet Boys.
We finished eating and ran down to Jen's office and she went on lecturing me about neglecting to tell her about my relationship with Brian and the praised me for my single's success, then scolded me some more, then she finished with more praise. Finally she let Brian into her office and they small talked for a few minutes. Then Brian and me walked out of his office and down the street and back into my apartment.
"I could here her yelling at you in the hallway," Brian said as we walked through the doorway and into my apartment.
"Yeah well, that's just Jen," I answered.
The phone and Brian answered it again, this time it was for him though. He said something hastily and then said he had to go to a meeting in Manhattan so he left for next few hours giving me some time alone to jump on the bed some more as I finished letting the excitement get to me.
Chapter 6: The next day
"Why didn't you come home last night?" I asked.
"The meeting lasted until seven and I figured that you'd eaten already so I got some Chinese with the guys and then went back to Nick and my hotel room to pack, but I was really tired and crashed," Brian explained over the phone.
"Where are you now?"
"At Madison Square Garden rehearsing for our show tonight," he said, "the one you're opening for."
"I know, I know,"
"So when do you come here to warm up?" Brian asked.
"I'm supposed to be there at noon, but I when I go on to rehearse depends on how long you take."
"Well," Brian replied, "we could do this in our sleep so don't expect to be waiting too long, besides I wanna hear you sing some of your songs."
"Alright sweetie," I said, "Well I just got a beep, see you in a bit?"
"Yeah," he said before we both hung up.
"Hello?" I answered the beep.
"Mike, it's Jen," she said, "I've got a couple of GREAT offers to make you, but you can only choose one..."
"Go on," I said.
"Option number one: the label informed me today that their willing to set up a low-budget tour for you," she said.
"Are you serious?" I asked hysterically, "me having my own tour!"
"Yeah, but listen your other two options first," she stated, "option number two: Jive Records is willing to give you the opening spot for the Backstreet Boys' upcoming tour."
"Why would I want to do an opening act when I could have my own tour?" I asked.
"Just because your single is doing good doesn't mean that your CD or your own tour will, they could both bomb, and being an opening act would expose you thousands of Backstreet fans every concert night, possibly turning them into your own fans."
"Uh-huh..."
"There's a third option," Jen said, "remember after you left your band to go solo and you weren't sure what to do so you tried for a movie part and the solo artist part at the same time and the movie guys turned you down, but obviously the record label didn't?"
"Yeah,"
"Well the guy they chose to play the part just came down with the chicken pox," she said, "and having the chicken pox in your twenties is VERY dangerous, unlike when you're child and they go away in a couple week they can take months to cure. So he resigned from the movie and you were their #2 choice so..."
"I have a movie offer!?!" I screamed.
"Yup..." she said smugly.
"Oh God," I said, "I don't which way to go...if I go on tour by myself it could flop, but being an opening act doesn't offer much spotlight, and the movie could be a flop as much as my own tour could be..."
"That's the dilemma," Jen stated, "each way could make you big or hurt you big..."
"I need to think about this..." I said.
"You have a day," Jen interrupted me, "Sorry but Columbia/Tri Star is making the movie and they said that they need your decision by tomorrow afternoon. Jive Records says they need your decision on the tour in the next three days so they have time to find another opening act for BSB, if necessary. And Columbia Records, your own label obviously, says they need to know by the end of the week so they can start booking shows if you want to do the tour. So the longer you think the less options you have."
"How much are we talking money wise?" I asked.
"The opening act spot has the least, the movie execs said $500,000 at most, and the money from your tour will vary on how well it does."
"Alright..." I said, "Call you tomorrow."
I hung up, grabbed my jacket, and headed down to the studio to begin rehearsing.
When I got there at a couple before noon the guys were about three-quarters the way through their performance and the stage manager told them to take about ten minutes off so the stage crew could readjust the speakers.
I quickly ran over and grabbed Brian and pulled him into a janitorial closet. I ripped his shirt off of him and rubbed his chest and abs as I kissed his wildly. I soon stopped kissing him and began to ravenously suck on his pecs.
"Mike...oh baby..." he began to pant, "we can't do this here...oh...we don't have enough time anyway..."
"Sure we do..." I said as I knelt and yanked his pants around his ankles and grabbed his semi-erect penis and sucked it all into my mouth.
I began to bob up and down as he began to moan louder and louder.
"Oh baby..."
I took my mouth off his prick only long enough to lube one of my fingers with lots of saliva.
I reached around slowly inserted my index finger as far into his ass as it could go. I began to move it and out, in and out as I continued to suck slightly harder on Brian's dick.
"Oh God..." he moaned in between gasps for air.
I inserted two more fingers into Brian's tight hole and began to pump harder and faster as I his balls and jerked him off...
Soon the precum the escaped his piss-slit dribbled down to my lips, which I eagerly lapped up. I began to finger-fuck him faster as I increased the speed I jacked him off.
"I'm gonna..." without even hearing the rest of that phrase I covered his cockhead with my mouth and swallowed every last drop of cum that he ejaculated.
"That was great..." he said as I pulled his pants back up onto him.
"Anytime, now get out there and finish that act!" I demanded.
"I don't have the energy..."
"Then I guess repeating this escapade later won't...what's the word...interest you either, you won't have the energy, that is..." I said.
With that Brian kissed me and ran on stage to finished rehearsing.
When I took the stage I loved it. I imagined that the place was packed which it would be later that night, and I felt overwhelmed and kinda nervous for later that night.
After I finished my run-through I met up with Brian backstage and we decided to out to dinner with the guys, minus Howie and AJ since they wanted to do some shopping while they were still in town and figured that not so many fans would be shopping at around dinner time.
We decided on a Chinese restaurant on the outskirts of Chinatown and we sat down. I got sweet & sour chicken balls, fried rice, and an eggroll, Brian got the same, except with sweet and sour pork, Kevin got Mu Goo Gai Pan and Nick got the same as me.
We small talked about pointless stuff throughout the meal, all uninteresting stuff until we were just about to pay.
"Well, Mike," Nick whispered into my ear, "how are you and Brian doing together?"
"Not bad," I said out loud, "but he's lousy in bed...and he always makes ME change the sheets..."
"Shut up!" Brian said as he threw his napkin at me.
Kevin laughed with a sort of disgusted look on his face, I guess he didn't like to talk about gay stuff so I was about to change the conversation when he beat me to it.
"Mike," Kevin said, "I heard you were offered the opening act spot on our next tour, any truth to that or is that just some Jive Records office rumors?"
"No," I answered, "it's true, but..."
"Why didn't you tell me?" Brian interrupted.
"I was going to but I have a couple other offers that are promising," I explained.
"Let's go outside and get a cab," Brian said, "you guys get the bill I'll give you the rest outside, but give me and Mike some time to get a cab and talk..."
We walked out of the restaurant and Brian immediately started on me.
"Why didn't you tell me, babe?" he asked.
"I already told you why," I said, "not only that, but I just found out today anyway, and I didn't want to get your hopes up only to choose to do something else."
"What are the other offers?" he asked.
"A tour of my own and a movie deal," I answered, "any way I go is a chance, if I take the tour and it bombs it jeopardizes my career, if I take the movie and it bombs then I am immediately labeled in the acting industry, and if I take the opening act and I hit it big it'll be a waste, in a way..."
"Uh-huh..." he didn't sound convinced.
"Listen," I said, "I don't know the full story on any of the jobs or the money involved, so still don't which one I want, but the movie offer is only good until tomorrow then they go with someone else."
"Alright," Brian said, "I guess I overreacted a little and I know we haven't been out that long but I still feel like we should be honest with each other...well I overreacted...that's all, hey! There's a cab!"
We hailed the cab and Kevin and Nick were obviously uneasy and tense around us now, but I didn't feel like anything was that different.
It was fifteen minutes until I went on as warm-up and I asked no one to tell me how many people were in the audience so I wouldn't get nervous, but then some idiot producer said it must feel great to have my first opening act in front of nearly 60,000 people.
After the urge of shooting him and I had revived from the immediate nausea I felt for the next couple minutes I decided to go suck it up head out there. Well I went on and when I left the stage everyone was one their feet, but I wasn't sure if it was for me or if it was because they knew the Backstreet Boys were coming on next. That's the reason I cheer at the end of warm-up acts, because I know the artist I came to see is coming up next.
I walked by and heard the manager say there was 20 minutes of set change time until Backstreet went on, so when I found Brian putting on his reflective silver suit I pulled him into the janitor's closet we had used earlier.
"Not again..." Brian muttered in the almost pitch black room.
"You complaining?" I asked.
"No, but I can't see,"
"Don't matter," I said, "I just wanted to tell you that I don't think you overreacted because this relationship has gotten really serious really fast and we're both trying to take it at a slower pace to enjoy it more, but we can't help it..."
"Thanks for not making feel like an idiot," Brian said, "so I guess I'll have to wait until bedtime, huh?"
Before the words finished leaving his mouth my hands were unzipping his and grabbing onto his semi-erect cock. I sucked on his cock until it was at full attention and quickly jacked him off. As I jacked him off I used my saliva to lube my own cock and quickly turned him around. I pulled his pants down to his ankles and slowly worked my cock into his tight hole. After I felt the head pop in I began to work the rest in until I was completely inside of him. I fucked his ass hard and fast and knew it wouldn't be long until I blew my load because I was extremely horny. I pumped my rigid cock and barely touched Brian's cock, but I must have hit his prostate in just the right way because I heard him moan loudly and then he creamed all over my nearby hand. Brian guided my hand to his mouth where he began to erotically lick his cum off of my fingers one by one. Feeling Brian's tongue slowly massage my fingers as he licked his own cum off of them I was sent over the edge and exploded deep inside his ass. I felt like collapsing and knew he felt the same but we rushed out and into the bathroom across the hall from the closet we were in to clean up: check to make sure Brian didn't cum on himself, wipe the sweat off of him before he went on stage, etc. Once we had made sure Brian was suitable for the stage I checked my watch and realized that it had been close to twenty minutes so we rushed to where the guys had to go on. They were waiting for him and Kevin had one of those looks on his face, you know, one of those `where have you been' looks.
Well Brian and the guys went on and they were awesome. I can't tell you how good they were. At the end the guys rushed off the stage and outside to the limo, I wasn't sure what was going on or what to do, but Brian dragged me along.
"Sorry about that," Kevin said once inside the limo, "but we have to hurry and leave the area right after we perform or else the crowd inside the arena surrounds the place and looks for autographs."
"Oh how awful to have fans," I said sarcastically.
Once the limo took us back to the guys' hotel they all immediately headed for the showers and once everyone was showered they all headed for bed. Since Brian shared a room with Nick, and Nick wanted some sleep, and Brian wanted to talk with me we decided to head down to the hotel's bar and talk down there. Brian was wearing only a pair of sweat pants and a sweatshirt and me still clad in jeans and a Nike shirt we stood out among the suits and tuxes, well it was a 5-star hotel.
"I'm surprised that they let come into the bar like this," I laughed as I looked around to see the suits and tuxes and assumed there was a dress code.
"They won't throw out a celebrity," Brian said bluntly, "it'd a bad rep for when another celebrity wants to rent a suite. But let's talk about what we came here to talk about."
I waited as Brian sipped his drink.
"Like you said earlier this relationship is going faster than we want it too," he started, "and even though we are trying to take it slow it's not working out that way. I find myself getting jealous over everyone I see you talking to and we've only been seeing each other for about a week. So I feel right when I say that you should choose whatever you want to do with your career and I'll stand by you..."
And that's where you come in! As said in the Note to Readers at the top I want you to vote one whether you think Mike should take the acting job, his own tour, or go with BSB as an opening act and I'll tally the responses and write the next installments based on your votes. E-mail me your choice to reallybigdreamer@yahoo.com along with any questions, comments, or suggestions you might have. Maybe you want Mike to ditch Brian for someone else, or maybe not choose any of the three options and go off on his own to do something else, tell me and I'll consider as I tally your vote in with the others. If this works out maybe I'll do something like this with every installment, or every other installment or whatever. Can't wait to hear from you!