Date: Sat, 26 Sep 1998 22:47:50 -0600 (MDT)
From: BBBRok1057@aol.com
Subject: Bad Boy B-Rok (Part 3-5)

Ok, here's that continuation I promised all of you!  I first just wanna
thank everyone that sent me letters telling me how much they liked the
first part of the story!  It was really encouraging and an ego boost to get
so many letters!  So, thanks!  Anyway, don't read this story if homo-sex
offends you(why read something you don't like or approve of????), and don't
read this story if you are under 18yrs of age, yada yada yada!  I hope all
of you enjoy this part as much as you enjoyed the first!  And to a certain
someone(you know who you are): I'll be working on those stories we
discussed after I finish this one!  Anyway, if you like the story and wanna
tell me, give constructive criticism, or just say hello, you can e-mail me
at BBBRok1057@aol.com!  Enjoy!


Bad Boy B-Rok
By-Leprechaun

(Part 3)

    I woke up at six o'clock in the morning to a knock at my hotel door.  I
turned to look at the clock on the bedside table.  Six o'clock???  Who the
hell is knocking at this time of the morning?!?  I rolled out of bed, not
very happy, and stumbled towards the door.

    I had gotten back to my hotel about 3 a.m.  I had sucked Brian off two
times and he had given me the most intense blowjob I had ever had.  I was
hoping we would try some anal, but it was never brought up.  I had wanted
to stay and let Brian hold me all night as we slept, but I thought about
how it would look in the tabloids if I was seen coming out of his hotel in
the morning and decided I had better leave.  As I went to leave, Brian
kissed me and begged to come with me back to my hotel.  I guess sometimes
logic must win over lust.

    I opened the door to a paper being held up to eye level for me.  The
headline caught my eye first thing.  It read "BSB Drunken Night On The
Town".  I was dumbfounded.  My jaw hit the floor.  I looked up to see
Barbara smiling over the top of the paper.  I didn't know what to say or
do.

    "Isn't this fabulous?"  Barbara grinned.
    "FABULOUS?" I screeched.

    Barbara pushed past me and sat on the unmade bed.  I slammed the door
and stumbled over to the bed and sat next to her.  I snatched the paper
away from her and read the headline over and over.  "Drunken Night"?  I
couldn't believe it.  Did those reporters just stake out clubs and wait for
stories to unfold?  I read the headline over and over until it was stuck in
my mind.

    "Isn't this great?  Great PR!"  Barbara was still smiling.
    "Great?  Barbara this is awful!"
    "Read it!"
    "I can't, I'm afraid to see what it'll say about me."  I threw the
paper on the floor infront of us.
    "Fine, I'll read it!"  Barbara reached down and picked the paper up.
She must have known what part she was looking for because she didn't start
from the beginning. "Bad Boy B-Rok was lucky to have such a good friend as
Matt Thompson last night when his partying came to a halt at the Crystal
Connection, a trendy night club, in downtown L.A. last night.  Mr. Thompson
had to hold the BSBer up and help him outside to the waiting limo around
midnight last night."

    I was stunned.  I helped HIM out of the club?  I snatched the paper
away again and read the paragraph she had just read.

    "This is terrific!  This makes you look like a wholesome person to all
your fans.  It also makes you look like a good role model for everyone!"
Barbara was ecstatic.
    "Not Really, Barb.  Don't you think everyone will assume that I was
looped, too?"  I replied snottily.
    "Read the next paragraph."  Barbara replied.

    My eyes dropped down to the next paragraph.  I began to read about how
I was seen sipping a coke all night and became concerned for my friend's
safety when he became obnoxious and started stumbling around the club.  I
couldn't believe it!  Brian was in for some shit.

    "Oh my god."  I whispered.
    "Have you talked to Brian yet?"  Barbara asked.
    "Hello?  It's like six in the morning, Barb."  I laughed.
    "Well, give him a call.  I want to know what he's thinking and how he
feels after that." Barbara pointed at the magazine.
    "Barbara, this is sooooo untrue.  If anything, he would have carried ME
out of that club."  I was serious.
    "I meant after he read that article."  Barbara looked at me like I was
stupid.

    I stood up and walked to the other side of the bed by the table.  I sat
back down, picked up the phone, and dialed the Carlton Hotel.  After three
rings, the operator picked up.

    "Thank you for calling the Carlton Hotel, which room please?"
    "Room 307, please."  I replied.
    "Thank you."
    "Hello?"  I heard Brian's voice after two rings.  He sounded beat.
    "Um...Brian, this is Matt."  I was cautious.
    "Oh, hey!  I was hoping I could have been holding you in my arms when I
woke up."  Brian perked up right away.
    "Yeah, I had fun, too.  Listen, did you see the paper, yet?"  I spoke
quickly.
    "Yeah, my manager came in about five this damn morning.  He was all
asking me about it, and I told him it was bullshit.  He didn't seem to be
too worried."  Brian soothed me.
    "So, everything is okay?"
    "Yeah, I'm great."  Brian was chipper.
    "Good."  I replied, giving Barbara a thumbs up sign.
    "So, are you gonna come see me or what?"  Brian asked.
    "Hold on." I put my hand over the reciever. "Barb, do I have anything
to do today?"
    "No, why?"  Barb replied.
    "Yeah, I'll be over as soon as I get rid of Barbara."  I replied, and
stuck my tongue out at Barb.
    "Okay, just come on in and we'll take a nap, then maybe we can go do
some shopping or go see some sights."  Brian urged me.
    "Okay, see ya soon."  I knew what Brian meant by a "nap".

    I hung up the phone, very relieved.

    I got to the Carlton Hotel about seven o'clock, still pretty tired.
The doorman greeted me and showed me to the elevator.  I got in the
elevator and pushed the button for the third floor.  The elevator chimed
it's arrival on the third floor and the doors opened.  I stepped out into
the hall.  I walked down to 307 and turned the knob.  The door opened and I
quietly pushed it all the way open.  I guess all the guys were sleeping in
because the hall was completely quiet and empty.
    I got inside Brian's room and closed the door quietly.  The room was
completely dark, save a crack of pre-morning light that was coming through
the curtains on the balcony doors.  I walked over to the bed and saw Brian,
sound asleep.  He didn't have a shirt on, but I couldn't tell if he had
anything else on due to the bedspread that was pulled up to his waist.
    I stripped all my clothes off and pulled the covers back.  Brian was
completely nude.  I stood there like an idiot and stared at him.  He was so
beautiful.  Finally, I came back to reality and climbed into the bed next
to him.  I pulled the blankets back up and draped my arm over Brian,
holding him close.
    I laid there for awhile, wondering how I had gotten here.  I was
holding the man of my dreams, nude, and extremely happy.  I let the memory
of the night before flood back to my mind in waves.  Soon, I was fast
asleep, with Brian in my arms.


(Part 4)

    I woke up about two hours later, feeling alone since I was on my back
and Brian was no longer in my arms.  I blinked my eyes.  The room was still
pretty dark, but more light was shining through the curtains to the
balcony.  I reached up and rubbed my eyes.  I turned my head and saw Brian,
laying on his side, his head propped up by his hand, looking at me
lovingly.  I smiled.

    "What are you doing?"  I giggled.
    "Looking at you."  Brian smiled.
    "Why?"  I cocked an awkward grin.
    "'Cause you're just so beautiful."  Brian was serious.
    "Well, see anything you like?"  I teased.
    "Maybe, just maybe."
    "Well, maybe you would like a sample to make up your mind?"  I laughed.

    All I had to do was entice Brian.  He was on top of me in nothing flat,
shoving his tongue into my mouth.  I kissed him back deeply.  I grabbed his
ass and pulled him on top of me.  I shoved down on Brian's ass, causing our
hips to grind.  Brian let out a moan loud enough to wake everyone on the
floor.  I was afraid we would have the other guys coming to investigate any
minute, but didn't care.  Soon both of our hips were pounding against the
other's.

    "I believe it's my turn to settle the score."  Brian moaned as he
kissed my neck.

    With that, Brian kissed his way down my neck and chest, stopping at my
left nipple.  He licked all around my nipple, sucked and nibbled on it.  I
grabbed the back of his head to let him know I loved it.  He kissed across
my chest to my other nipple and gave it the same attention.  I was in
heaven.  Brian then kissed down my stomach, stopping at my belly button to
dip his tongue in.  My back arched off the bed when Brian finally reached
my erection and popped the whole thing into his mouth.
    Brian pushed down until his nose was in my pubes.  He started to gag,
which felt pretty good, so he pulled back a bit.  Soon my hips were rising
off the bed to meet his mouth.  I grabbed the back of his head and fucked
his mouth.

    "Matt, will you fuck me?"  Brian pulled away and looked up at me.
    "Lay back."  I wanted to cheer, but managed to keep my cool.

    Brian laid back on the bed, his knees bent.  I reached over to the
bedside table, hoping he stayed prepared.  My hunch was right.  I grabbed a
condom and the lube from the drawer.  I ripped the condom open and poured
lube inside, then slipped the condom down my eight inches.  I then rubbed
some more lube onto my latex covered cock.  I pulled Brian's legs up and
rested them on my shoulders.  I aimed the head of my cock at his lovehole
and inched forward.  Brian drew air through his teeth as my head slipped
through the ring.  I paused.

    "Keep going."  Brian moaned.
    "You sure you're okay?"  I was worried.
    "Yeah, just keep going."

    I pushed forward inch by inch until my balls were resting against
Brian's smooth ass.  Finally, I start pulling back out.  When just the head
was still in Brian, I pushed back in.  I couldn't believe how great it felt
to be fucking Brian.  After I started a good rythm, Brian reached down and
started jacking off.  That only made it more intense for me.  I started
slamming into Brian, making him moan louder.  I slammed into Brian a few
more times, and then he let loose a torrent of cum that splattered against
my face, chest and stomach.  That did me in, I pumped one last time and let
loose, filling the tip of the condom.  I humped a couple more times, then
collapsed on top of Brian, still inside him.
    Both of us just laid there, stuck together by Brian's pool of cum.
Brian's heaving was lifting me up and down in the air.  I felt at one with
him.  I knew I was breathing heavy, too.

    "You know what?"  Brian pushed my hair out of my face.
    "What?"  I smiled down at him lazily.
    "I just might be falling in love with you."
    "Yeah yeah."  I laughed.
    "No, I really think I'm falling in love with you."  Brian was teary
eyed.
    "Well, you know what?"  I asked wiping his tears away.
    "What?"
    "I might be falling in love with you, too."

    Brian reached up and grabbed me around my neck, then kissed me deeply.
I responded by pushing my hands underneath him and rolling, pulling him on
top of me.  We were like that not even ten seconds before there was a knock
at the door.  Brian and I broke immediately and sat up in the bed.  We sat
there silently looking at the door, hoping whoever was there would think he
wasn't in there and leave.  I realized how stupid we would look if someone
would see us just sitting there motionless, afraid we would get caught, and
I got the giggles.  After Brian saw me start giggling, he started, too.

    "Yo, Brian?  You in there?"  I heard Howie's voice and started cracking
up.
    "Yeah, hold on."  Brian yelled back, then jumped out of bed, tripped,
and landed flat on his face on the floor next to the bed.

    I busted out.  I couldn't control myself.

    "What's going on in there?"  Howie sounded worried.
    "Nothing, be right there."  Brian groaned as he peeled himself off the
floor and began looking for something to put on.  I threw him his boxers
that were on the floor next to the bed and pulled the covers up to my
waist.  Brian slid on his boxers and went to the door.

    "What the hell is wrong with you."  I heard Howie laugh.  He pushed
past Brian and walked into the room.  He stopped dead in his tracks when he
saw me in the bed.  I just waved really whimsically and smiled.
    "Hi, Howie!"
    "Um...I'm sorry, I didn't know, that you had someone in here."  Howie
started backing out of the room.
    "That's alright, com'n in."  Brian closed the door.
    "Um...I was just coming to remind you that we have rehearsals for the
charity concert tomorrow night after breakfast.  They should be bringing
breakfast up to Nick's soon."  Howie looked over at me every now and then.
    "Oh, shit! I forgot, I'm sorry Matt.  I know we were planning on going
out, but I forgot about rehearsals."  Brian turned to me apologizing.
    "That's okay, he can come watch us rehearse."  Howie spoke for me.
    "Yeah, I'd love to."  I agreed with Howie.
    "Do you want to come see the concert tomorrow night?"  Brian begged me.
    "Sure, I haven't see ya'll in concert in awhile."
    "Great!  Want to come have some breakfast?" Howie asked me.
    "Um...could I have a little privacy real quick?"  I asked, lifting the
covers and looking down.
    "Oh, yeah!  Just meets us down at Nick's room, k?"  Brian asked as he
grabbed a t-shirt, slipped it on and walked out with Howie.

    I hurried and crawled out of the bed, threw some clothes on and went
into the restroom.  I looked myself over in the mirror to make sure I
didn't look like I had just had a tumble in the hay, then walked out of the
hotel room.  There still weren't any people in the hallway.  I didn't know
which room was Nick's, but I saw a room service cart down towards the end
of the hall by an open door, so I walked down.  I peeked in and saw the
guys sitting around the table in the room, and walked in.  It got really
quiet when I walked in, which seemed odd, but it didn't stop me.

    "Hey, come sit down."  Brian patted the chair next to him.  I guess he
didn't notice the silence or just didn't care.

    I smiled and walked over.  I sat down next to Brian.  Nick was sitting
across the table from us, just smiling at me.  I gave him and curious look.
Then he did something I'd never expect, he mouth the words 'I told you he
wanted to fuck you'.  I looked down at the table.  I crossed my arms and
rested them on top of the table and just stared back at him.  After awhile,
Nick became nervous with me watching him and started shifting back and
forth in his seat.  I just kept staring.  All the guys had noticed the
awkwardness, but it didn't stop them from shoveling themselves full of
eggs, pancakes, fruit and sausage.

    "Matt, aren't you going to eat?"  Brian inquired after swallowing a
mouthful of food.
    "Nope, I'm not really hungry."  I replied and kept staring at Nick.
    "Well, stop bothering Nick, then."  Brian must have seen what was going
on.
    "Okay."  I looked away.

    All of the other guys kept giving glances towards me and Brian and
Nick.  Since I wasn't eating, I stood up and walked over to the balcony and
sat down in the overstuffed chair.  I pulled my cigarettes out of my jeans
pocket and lit one.

    "I'm gonna have to break you of that."  Brian chastised me by pointing
his fork at my cigarette.  I just rolled my eyes at him.
    "So, Matt, I hear you're gonna come watch us rehearse?"  Kevin tried to
make conversation.
    "Looks like.  I can't wait to see ya'll perform in person again."
    "I told him he had to come see the concert tomorrow night."  Brian told
the guys.

    I noticed Nick was looking over at me again.  I took another drag off
my cigarette, blew the smoke in his direction, and smiled widely.  Brian
noticed that me and Nick didn't exactly appreciate one another's company
but tried to ignore it.

    "So, did you guys have fun last night?"  Nick decided to be an asshole.
    "Nick, shut the hell up!"  Brian threw his fork down.  I shot a 'shut
the fuck up' look at him.
    "What?!  I'm just asking a simple question."  Nick replied snottily.
    "It's none of your damn business."  Brian stood up and walked out of
the room.
    "Brian, don't be like that."  Nick stood up and followed him.

    The guys and myself watched them walk out, fascinated.

    "What the hell was that?"  I asked, as soon as they were out of sight,
with a laugh.
    "That was childish."  A.J. spoke up, getting nods of agreement from
Howie and Kevin.
    "They need to stop being so damn retarded and fighting all the time."
Kevin shoved another forkful of food into his mouth.
    "I know, this is what, the fifth time in the last week?"  Howie backed
Kevin up.

    I couldn't understand why Brian and Nick would be fighting so much.  I
thought they were like best friends.  I decided to ask.

    "What are ya'll talking about?  I thought Brian and Nick got along
fine."
    "Don't buy into the hype, Matt."  Howie laughed.
    "Nick and Brian don't get along well at all anymore, ever since they
broke up."  Kevin looked at me.

    Broke up?  What was he talking about?

    "They used to get along great, but now they're like cats and dogs."
A.J. explained.
    "What do you mean, 'after they broke up'?"  I laughed slightly in
disbelief.
    "Nick and Brian used to be TOGETHER."  Howie practically spelled it for
me.

    I knew I must have looked shocked because all of the guys were staring
at me.

    "Didn't Brian tell you about it?"  Kevin looked shocked.
    "No, I didn't have the first clue."  I laughed.
    "Well, anyhow, they aren't together anymore.  They broke up about a
year ago, right before Nick turned eighteen."  Howie explained further.
    "Well, why aren't they together anymore?"  I asked.
    "Because they don't love each other at all.  This little argument is
just jealousy."  A.J. tried to sooth me.
    "Jealousy?"  I was baffled.
    "Yeah, they don't want each other, but god forbid that one or the other
finds someone else to date."  Howie laughed.
    "How cute."  I lit another cigarette after snubbing the first one out.

    We sat there in complete silence, the guys feeding their faces, for
another ten minutes before Nick and Brian returned to the room to finish
breakfast.  I decided to go on the offensive, there was no way Nick was
going to screw this up.  I immediately put my cigarette out and went and
sat down next to Brian at the table.  I grabbed his hand and held it on the
table.

    "You smell like an ashtray."  Brian laughed as he took a bite.
    "Only the best for you."  I laughed back.

    The rest of the meal went by without incident, save a glance from Nick
at me and Brian every now and then.  After breakfast, Brian and I went back
to his room so he could shower and get some fresh clothes on.  I wanted to
shower with him, but knew that would keep him from getting to rehearsals on
time.  After he had finished, I took a quick rinse off shower and put my
clothes back on, ready to go.


    We arrived at the stadium around noon and the boys were immediatley
ushered onstage with Fatima, the choreographer, and began practicing some
new dances.  I could tell Fatima liked working with the guys, although I
knew she had to have a lot of patience to do it.  I had only known Brian
and the guys a couple days, but I knew that their attention spans were not
that long.
    Everytime Fatima would pull one of the guys to the side or one of the
guys would ask her to help with a dance step, Brian would pull me up on the
stage and get me to try a dance with him.  Brian seemed to be fairly
impressed on how well I caught on to each dance.  Fatima would always usher
me off the stage, but Brian would always pull me right back up when her
back was turned.
    I got really excited when the boys started practicing their dance for
'Everybody'.  I had never seen them do the dance live, except on the
T.V. at the talk show.  I hooted and hollered things like 'Go B-Rok, Go
B-Rok'.  My screaming only encouraged Brian to work even harder.  They also
did the dance from the video for 'As Long As You Loved Me', which also made
me holler for Brian more.
    Finally, around three o'clock, they all decided to break for an hour to
get a late lunch.  All the guys were going to go to a deli down the street,
but Brian told them he wanted to take me to a place where we could talk
alone.  I couldn't have care less if we just stayed onstage and sat and
talked.

    After the boys and Fatima left to go get lunch, Brian and I went
backstage to the green room to 'relax'.  He led me through a pair of heavy
steel doors at the other side of the stage, and down a long corridor that
went to the green room.  He opened the door for me to go in, and I noticed
that it was laid out alot like the green room of the talk show we had both
appeared on.  As soon as we walked by the couch, Brian threw me down and
jumped on top of me.  He shoved his tongue down my throat and ran his hands
through my hair.

    "Get off me!"  I screamed, trying to fool him.

    Brian immediately pulled away from me, looking scared that he had upset
me. We both sat up.  Then, I immediately got on the floor in front of him,
kneeling.

    "Ha Ha!"  I teased as I started ripping his jeans open.
    "No fair!"  Brian tried to act like he cared.

    I pulled Brian's hard eight and a half inches out and impaled my face
on him.  His face turned up towards the ceiling as he placed his hands on
the back of my head.  I shoved down on him until his whole length was deep
in my mouth.  I looked up and saw that Brian was looking down at me very
lovingly.  I kept sucking up and down on his thick cock, but kept my eyes
connected to his.  It was so erotic looking into his blue eyes while I
sucked him off that I would have cum if I touched my dick.  I loved sucking
Brian, but wanted the feeling of him inside me.  I pulled away, much to the
protests of Brian, but when I pulled my shirt off, and dropped my pants, he
knew what I wanted.  I bent over, placing my hands on the back of the
couch.

    "Brian, fuck me." I practically demanded.
    "No."  I looked back at Brian in disbelief. "I'll make love to you."

    Brian smiled at me, and I was so happy at that moment, happier than I
had ever been.  He then stood and walked around behind me.

    "You sure you want to do this without a condom?"  Brian asked.
    "Yes, I really do."

    Brian held his cock against my puckered opening and slowly moved
forward.  It hurt like hell, but I didn't want to make any noise so Brian
wouldn't stop.  After Brian got halfway in, the pain was replaced by a
feeling of total pleasure.  I started moaning loudly.  It was like nothing
I had ever felt before, but then again, this was my first time being
fucked.

    "Damn, Matt, you're tight!"  Brian exclaimed as he exhaled.

    I didn't figure there was a point in telling him then that he was on
virgin soil, so I just let him keep going.  Soon, I was slamming back into
Brian as he slammed towards me.  Brian was starting to go faster, slamming
me without mercy, so I knew he was close.  I reached down and grabbed my
swollen cock and started jacking off quickly.  It wasn't long before I let
loose a huge spray of cum that landed on the floor of the greenroom.  Thank
god that's tile, I thought to myself.  My convulsing had sent Brian over
the edge, I felt him slam into me two more times really hard, then he
groaned my name loudly.  I felt his cum flood my bowels, then felt some
escape and drizzle down the back of my thigh. Brian slammed me a couple
more times before pulling out and falling down on the couch, dragging me
with him.

    "I love you, Matt."  Brian whispered as he kissed me.
    "I love you, too, Brian."  I whispered back.

    We laid there for the rest of the lunch break, in each other's arms.
We drifted in and out of sleep.  I felt so content just laying in Brian's
arms.  Finally, we had to get up so we could get back to the stage before
anyone came looking for us.  We both went into the bathroom and cleaned up
as best we could, dressed, and headed back to the stage after a short
make-out-session.

    When we got back to the stage, the other boys and Fatima were waiting
on us.

    "It took ya'll long enough."  A.J. looked us both up and down.
    "It was a big lunch."  Brian looked over at me, causing me to blush and
look down at the stage.

    I went and sat down in the front row and watched the boys start back up
again.  Finally, they got the sound working and the boys started practicing
their songs.  Fatima came down and sat next to me, and shouted directions
every now and then.  Fatima made small talk after introducing herself and
asking how I had met Brian.  I told her about the talk show, and the night
at the club.  She seemed to be fully aware that Brian was gay.

    "If Brian drops his arm like that again, I'm gonna drop him on his
ass."  Fatima pointed out mistakes when each of them messed up, causing me
to laugh.


    Finally, about eight o'clock, the boys were done with all of their
rehearsing and we were told that everyone could leave and go back to the
hotel or just go have some fun.  All the guys were gonna take the limo back
to the hotel, but Brian and I told them we would walk since it was only ten
blocks away from the stadium.
    Brian and I stepped out of the gates of the stadium parking lot and
headed towards the hotel.  We peeked into shops along the way, watched
people in cars go by, and talked about everything.  I told Brian what I was
going to do in college if I had not come to Hollywood, told him about my
family, my sister, and how my parents were both divorced and remarried 5
times between them before I turned thirteen.  I told him all my hobbies
that I had, and what my favorite music was(Backstreet Boys, ofcourse) and
told him who my influences were when it came to acting.  After Brian had
done the same, we had walked around the stadium and hotel three times.
    We finally got back to the hotel after our short "trip" and went
inside.  We went back up to Brian's room and we took off our shoes and fell
on the bed.  Brian laid on his back and I rested my head on his chest, my
arm draped over him.  Brian clicked the remote and turned it to MTV.  There
was some commercial on about some woman's yeast infection, which made me
start laughing.  Brian gripped me tightly to him, and starting running his
hands through my hair.  Before long, I was fast asleep in B-Rok's arms.


    I woke up at five a.m.  I looked up at Brian and saw that somehow he
had taken his shirt off without waking me and had turned the television off
and pulled the covers over us.  I laid my head back down, listening to his
breathing through his chest.  I wondered how I could ever get so lucky.  I
laid there for another few minutes before realizing what I had done.  I had
stayed all night in Brian's arms and now it was almost morning, and people
would see me coming out of his room.  I slowly crawled out from under the
covers and put my shoes on, trying not to wake Brian.
    I left the room, slowly shutting the door, and ran for the service
elevator.  When I got down to the first floor, I went out the back way,
into the alley.  I walked to the nearest payphone and called a cab.

    When I got back to my room, I fell down in the bed.  I was so relieved
that I had made it back without anyone seeing me come out of his hotel.
Barbara would have a shit-fit if THAT was in the paper.  I stripped down to
my boxers after catching my breath and crawled under the covers.  I was
asleep again in no time.


(Part 5)

    I was woken up again at eight o'clock by a knocking at my door.  I was
starting to get used to it.  I walked to the door and opened it wide.
There was Barbara smiling at me.

    "Hello, Barb."  I smiled back.
    "Hey, how'd the rehearsals go last night?"
    "Do you have a life?"  I laughed and invited her in.
    "So, did you enjoy the boys rehearsals last night?"  Barb asked as she
sat down on the bed and lit a cigarette.

    That reminded me, I found my pack in my jeans pocket and lit one, too.
I sat down next to her and fell on my back on the bed.

    "That fun, huh?"  Barbara laughed.
    "Barb, can I tell you something?"
    "Sure sweety, what is it?"
    "I think I am falling in love, hard."  I grinned dumbly.
    "That's really great Matt, but, let's keep this between you, me and
Brian, alright?"  Barbara replied genuinely.
    "Okey Dokey."  I was still smiling as I took my second puff.
    "So, did you and Brian......"she tried to insenuate.
    "Yes, we...."I answered by trailing off like she had.
    "Okay, just wanted to be nosy.  So, listen, I've got good news for
you."  Barbara slapped me on my stomach, making me sit up and cough.
    "Damn, Barbara."  I laughed.
    "I talked to Bob last night while you were gone, and he had showed your
movie to some pals of his.  These people are critics for big time
magazines, so this is very good.  They all LOVED it."  Barbara smiled
widely.
    "Really?  That's great, so when is the premiere gonna be?"
    "We're gonna set up for premiere tomorrow night, instead of Monday."
Barbara puffed her cigarette again.
    "Well, that's a good sign if they push the premiere up, right?"
    "Oh, hell yeah!  By the way, Bob wants me to get you on the Tonight
Show next week to promote the movie."
    "Okay, do I have to fly out for that?"  I asked, not wanting to leave
L.A. if Brian was going to be around.
    "Yeah, but you come back on the same day.  Don't worry."  Barbara knew
I didn't want to leave.
    "Good."
    "Also," Barbara reached into her bag. "Here are a couple scripts Bob
wants you to look at."

    Barbara pulled out three thick books and handed them to me.  I was
amazed that he wanted me to look at all of them.  I looked at the covers,
looking to see what the titles were, noticing that most of them looked part
independent.

    "Jeez, why three?"  I was happy, but put back.
    "He wants you to stay with his studio, so he wants to find a movie for
you."  Barbara explained.
    "Well, Barb, I do have to work with different people every now and
then."  I snorted.
    "I know, I know, just look at them to make him happy."  she
smiled. "Also, I got a call from People magazine, they want to do a story
on you."

    I looked up at Barbara, shocked. PEOPLE MAGAZINE?  I felt like
everything was happening so fast.  Oh well, I was ready for it.

    "Okay, when?"  I tried not to do any cartwheels.
    "They would like you to come in Monday, if possible.  They don't want
to do a normal story.  Since you are so new to Hollywood, they want to have
a camera man and columnist follow you around to see what you do on your
free time."
    "Did they mention the article in the paper?"  I asked, smiling to
myself.
    "Nothing gets by you, does it?"  Barbara laughed.
    "Nope."
    "Well, you do intrigue people since you are like so popular already,
and after the article, they wanted to know what you were like."
    "Yeah, sounds like fun.  I'm sure the boys would like the coverage,
too."  I replied, still looking over the scripts.
    "Well, if you spend time with Brian, just be careful of what you say
and do."  Barbara gave sound advice.
    "No shit!" I laughed. "Oh, I have backstage passes to go to th concert
tonight, do you want to come meet Brian?"
    "Sure, I'd love to."  Barbara smiled.

    Barb left after a few more minutes of small talk and I was left alone
to look over the scripts in piece.  I lit myself a cigarette and sat down
at the table.  The three they sent me were all pretty interesting, from
what I saw skimming through them.  One was called "The Sweet Hereafter"
which was about a man with AIDS, one was "A Bowl Of Fish Hooks" which was
about a brother and sister thing, and the last one was "Castles In The
Sky", which when I opened it, it had a note saying I should read the part
for the serial killer.  I quickly nixed it.
    After skimming over the scripts, I decided that I shouldn't call Brian,
that I should let him call me.  Besides, he needed to get some rest without
me bugging him.  I was looking forward to the concert that night, just
waiting to cheer on B-Rok and the boys with ten thousand other adoring
fans.  I just couldn't believe everything that was happening.  I decided to
go back to bed, since I was going to have a long couple days ahead of me.
I laid in bed for the longest time, just thinking about everything, and
wondering if I could be any happier than I was, when there was another
knock.
    I figured it was Barbara again, so I threw a t-shirt on and lit a
cigarette before walking to the door.  As soon as I opened the door, I was
surprised. It was Brian.

    "What are you doing here?"
    "Duh, I came to see you."  Brian laughed.

    I remembered that I had a cigarette hanging out of my mouth and quickly
took it out and held it at my side, to avoid any chastising.

    "Well, com'n in."  I opened the door wide.

    Brian walked in and sat down on the bed.  I sat down with him and told
him all about the People Magazine article, and Barb coming to see me, then
told him about the scripts and showed them to him.

    "This one looks pretty cool."  Brian was looking through 'The Sweet
Hereafter'.
    "Yeah, I like what I've seen so far, but I still have a long way to go
before making up my mind."  I replied, taking another drag off my cigarette
while he wasn't looking.
    "I think you should do this one."  Brian announced.
    "Well, I have awhile, first I have to see how 'Glass Houses' does this
week."  I slowed him down. "By the way, it's premiering tomorrow night, you
still want to come?"
    "Can I really?"  Brian looked up.
    "Yeah, I can bring up to five people, besides Barb."  I assured him.
    "Do you mind if I invite the guys, they really have been bugging me
about it."  Brian asked sheepishly.
    "Sure, I don't have anybody else to go with."  I laughed.
    "Cool."
    "Oh, I told Barb she could come with me tonight so she could meet you,
is that okay?"
    "Yep."  Brian was engrossed in the script.

    I took another drag off my cigarette and noticed Brian looking at me
over the top of the script.  I rolled my eyes and put it out in the ashtray
on the table.  Brian then just dropped the script on the table and attacked
me.  He started kissing me like there was no tomorrow.  I kissed him back,
trying to calm him down.

    "Sorry, but I can barely control myself when I'm around you."  Brian
heaved.

    I pulled my t-shirt over my head and Brian leaned down to kiss my neck,
working his way down my chest.  When he reached my dick, I was thrown into
ecstasy by his expert lips once again.....


(I DON'T CARE WHO YOU ARE, WHERE YOU'RE FROM, WHAT YOU DID, AS LONG AS YOU
LOVED ME)

TO BE CONTINUED (AGAIN) ...