Date: Mon, 17 Dec 2001 19:39:16 +0000
From: James
Subject: Boy Bands - On the streets - Part 1

	Firstly, I want to say I do not know nor do I make any presumptions about
the sexuality of the Backstreet Boys nor any other celebrities who may
appear in this story. This story is entirely the product of the sick
imagination of the author.

	Secondly, you should know that I am English, I live in London, and that is
where at least the first couple of chapters are set, sorry, but it's the
only city I really know well enough to describe in great detail!!!

	Thirdly, I do not know if the Backstreet Boys are ever coming to Europe
again, nor do I know their tour schedules, nor do I attempt to find them
out, so this really is part of my imagination and this story is set in some
fictional future where the BSB are on some European tour that starts in
London, so on with the story...

On The Streets - Part 1

	I pumped one last time into him, the sweat was running down my chest and my
hands were gripping his ankles. His calves were resting on my shoulders and
my legs bucked one more time. My cum spewed into him, and he deposited his
third load onto his abs. He sighed blissfully and looked up at me, his eyes
glazed over.

	I was real proud of myself - this guy was a real stud, he had it good. This
hotel room was a hell of a lot nicer than most places I get taken. He had
treated me real good too. He said all I had to do to earn an extra couple of
hundred quid was to promise to never tell anyone about meeting him tonight.
I, of course, agreed instantly and we got into his rental car, which might I
add was very nice for a rental, and drove here. This place was classy -
there was a valet to take his car round to the garage and there was still a
receptionist at the desk at 1 in the morning. The guy couldn't have been
much over 30 - probably just married, an investment banker, something else
big in the city. He didn't look like a stockbroker, I have, had, a lot of
them in my family and he didn't seem to fit the mould. He could have just
been some insurance or money broker, but I was definitely still thinking
investment banker. He had a goatee around a set of quite thin lips. When his
eyes were open - he had them shut now, they were a greenish-blue, and while
his features were defined, he had a small scar on his face, but it was
barely noticeable. His hair was dark, almost black and he had it done in a
style I had never seen before, it's kinda hard to describe, but it
definitely didn't suit an investment banker. His chest was smooth, and
rising heavily at the moment. He was probably out of breath after the
session we'd just had. He had the remnants of a six pack, the line of
definition running from his sternum to his navel was still there, but he
lacked any real definition.

	Might I add that as well as doing this work, I spend a lot of time in the
gym and have competed in a couple of physique competitions, so my appraising
eye is pretty good when it comes to guys' bodies. I wouldn't have minded
staying here tonight, this bed was real comfy, and the guy was nice that I
was lying next to, but he told me when he picked me up that it wouldn't be
an overnight thing and I would have to be gone. I swung my legs out to the
side and sat up.

	"Where are you going?" his voice was soft, and had an accent, but I
couldn't place it.

	"You told me I had to be gone before morning, it's almost 4:30 now, so I
thought I'd better get going, that is unless you want me to stay longer?"

	In truth, I wanted to stay. I was tired and I could have done with a good
night's sleep in a comfy bed, I hadn't had that in a long time.

	"Oh yeah, I forgot about that, I guess you had better get going, I can't
let the people I'm here with see you." I hated being treated like a dirty
secret, though I suppose it's to be expected in my line of work. "I'll just
get my wallet and pay you. How much was it again?"

	"£450 mate."

	"Tonight was great man, I haven't had such great sex in years." He fished
into his wallet and pulled out 10 £50 notes. I appreciated the tip. "Is
there any chance we could do this again? Maybe have a bite to eat next time
too?" I took his money.

	"I'm not an escort man, I'm just a... Look it doesn't matter, no. If you
want another night like tonight, fine call me." I gave him my number on a
card. "But don't try and get close to me - it don't work." He sighed and
nodded. I started for the door and he escorted me out. When I turned around
to say bye he was there. He looked into my eyes and leaned forwards to kiss
me. I turned to the side and his lips landed on my cheek. I know it sounds
cliché, but I don't kiss the guys I sleep with. He sighed again and opened
the door. I walked out and down the hotel hallway and out the lobby.

	Once I was outside, I realised it had turned cooler and I started off
towards the West End. I took one last look at this place. It was nice - I
hope the guy did ring and ask for me again, I could do with being treated
like this. I looked up and up and up - this was one tall building. Then on
the 10th or 11th balconies, I saw him, he was wearing a robe and leaning out
over the edge, looking down at me. I turned to walk away and as I did, I saw
him out of the corner of my eye retreat into the warm confines of his room.
Damn! I could really have done with a nice warm bed tonight!


	He didn't call me, at least not the next day. I didn't expect him to. If my
guess was right, that he was an investment banker, then he probably ripped
up that card straight away, in case his wife found it, or something like
that. I had a trick the next night too. He was nothing, some guy in his late
thirties looking for a quick blowjob and a look at my body. These guys were
weird, nothing like that other guy. They always looked scared, like at some
point their wives are going to walk in and demand a divorce or something.
Either way, I didn't much care - it was a quick 100 for me and I was home
free.

	However, on Monday evening, two days after I slept with the guy at the
hotel, he called. He said he wanted me again tonight. He sounded really
desperate, I couldn't put my finger on it, he sounded like he was crying. I
agreed, and he wanted me to come by about 8, much earlier than the last
time, and he would meet me in the lobby. If he wanted me to meet him at 8
then this was gonna be one long fuck session! Anyways, I arrived and he was
dressed smartly, I knew I had him pegged. He was wearing a black suit,
buttoned up, a dark blue shirt and a black tie. His hair was still in that
strange style, but his eyes - his eyes looked terrible. I said he looked
about thirty that other night? He looked about forty now.

	As we went up to his room, I noticed him carry on casting worried glances
in my direction. I smelt something too. It smelt like Crispy Peking Duck,
and Hoi Sin sauce. I looked over at him and noticed the bag in his hands. I
was hoping that he was just into some kinky sex game involving Chinese food,
but I knew I was wrong. We got into his suite and I looked at him. "So, what
do you want tonight?"

	I knew what the answer was going to be, as much as I didn't want to hear
it: "Dinner." I sighed at his word.

	"Look mate, I told you, I'm not an escort, I'm a slut, a rentboy, a gigolo,
whatever you want to call it, but I don't have dinner with my clients. As I
was saying this, the deep smell of the duck met my nose, and my stomach
rumbled.

	"Come on, you're obviously hungry, I don't mind if you don't want to eat
much, but please just sit with me and talk for a bit." This was probably my
worst fear - most guys prefer to fuck something or get fucked by something
that they think is stupid and they can throw away without any feelings of
remorse for what they've done - they de-humanise the thing or person they
are sleeping with (hey whatever turns them on right?). But that's the thing
- I'm not stupid. I have a master's degree in English Literature, I am a
qualified teacher too, but I just failed on that path in life, so I gave up
and became what I am today. So when he asked me to sit down and talk with
him, I wondered how long I could pull off the thick act before he figured
out that that's all it is - an act.

	"Fine, but only cos I'm starving." I sat down and started making a pancake,
throwing in plenty of cucumber and duck. He started talking to me, making
small talk and shit, talking about the weather, the city and what's in it.
He apparently didn't come from around here. I sort of replied in a grunting
fashion to most of his comments and just answered "I don't know" to most of
his questions. Eventually, I could see him start to become flustered and run
out of things to say.

	"Drop the act!" He finally shouted at me.

	"What act? What are you talking about?"

	"You know what act, you're acting like an idiot, but I know you're not, do
you think I'm so stupid, so thick that I wouldn't realise that you're not
half as dumb as you're making out to be?" I didn't know how to reply: he had
me pegged perfectly, no-one had ever done that before. I was lost, in
uncharted territory here - do I stay and talk to him? Do I leave, have I
upset him that badly, or do I agree to fuck him and then leave? "Well, are
you going to say something intelligent and start talking, or do you want to
go back outside?" I nodded.

	"I'll talk with you, I'm sorry I put on an act. What do you want to talk
about?" What else was I supposed to say? It was could outside.

	"Anything, everything, how about You?" I was shocked that he wanted to hear
about me. I started talking, he sat down and was making more pancakes. I
told him about my growing up in North London, England, how I went to a top
private school, then onto the University College London, then I went to
Cambridge to get my teacher's degree, and then when I was 25, I came out to
my parents, and they told me to fuck off basically. I told him something I
haven't told a lot of people - why I gave up teaching. I told him how
although I loved teaching, it was hard work, and I always took the easy
route, so I quit. I was almost crying at this point, between my family
disowning me, giving up on my dream to teach through no-one's fault but my
own and ending up being a rent boy, I guess that's to be expected.

	He just sat there with a look of sympathy on his face for most of this. He
spoke up when I stopped. "So, what's your real name?" Once again, uncharted
territory - I had told him that my name was Mike, totally unbelievable, but
I hadn't told anyone my real name in a couple of years now, there seemed no
point to it, I never got close enough to anyone to bother with it.

	"My name is Jared." I breathed out a sigh. That was my old name, I hadn't
used it in such a long time. "What's your name?" He looked at me and looked
down into his lap. He looked like he didn't want to tell me. "I'm sorry, you
don't have to tell me if you don't want to." I didn't mean to upset him -
hey, a client can still be a friend can't they?

	"No, it's ok, my name is K..K..Kevin." He was obviously scared to have told
me that, so I accepted it was his real name. He looked down and we realised
that we had run out of food, so he offered to get room service to bring us
up some dessert, to which I of course quickly agreed. We had ice cream and
afterwards we sat down on the couch in the living room of his suite.


	Then we heard the knock at the door. I looked at him questioningly. "You
didn't order any more room service did you?" He shook his head.

	"Could you wait in the bedroom, please?"

	"Of course. Hold on a sec." I picked up my jacket from over the chair at
the desk in the living room and walked into the lavishly decorated bedroom.
I shut the door behind me, but being the nosey bastard that I am, I put my
ear to the door. I suddenly thought to myself that I could ask Kevin what he
does for a living once I get out of here. I don't know why I was suddenly
thinking about things like that at a bizarre time like this, but oh well...

	I listened to the voices outside:
	"Come on Kev, we spoke to Mark, he said he's seen you come in twice with
the same guy, you've never had the same prostitute twice, so he must be a
boyfriend"

	"Come on Kevy, we just want to meet your new boyfriend"

	"Look man, we just want to see him!"

	"Where is he? Where'd you hide him?" After that last question, I heard the
bathroom door open and slam, and then the closet door opposite open and
slam, then I heard Kevin talking again:

	"Nick, stop it, there's no-one here!" Kevin's voice sounded strange, almost
strained, as if someone was holding him back. I heard a load of other voices
snickering after Kevin said that. The bedroom door flung open and I was
looking face to face with a 6' blond haired guy who couldn't have been over
23 or so, and, like Kevin, he had the good looks of a model.

	 "Who are you?" I asked as I sprung back from the open door.

	Four guys had now gathered in the doorway, Kevin quickly appeared behind
them and pushed his way through. "Jared, sorry, these are the guys I work
with. They were um anxious, um to meet my new boyfriend." I looked up at
him, and looked into his eyes. There was a pleading there. He looked
distressed, and like he wanted to crawl into a hole somewhere and die. I
nodded to him and he smiled. He leaned forward and kissed me on the cheek. I
reached around his head, grasped it tightly and held him there, pretending
to kiss his cheek back and I whispered into his ear.

	"You are going to owe me big - this is going to cost you a bundle." He
nodded and moved away. Fortunately his back was to the other guys who still
stood in the doorway and he mouthed the words 'Thank You'. I smiled back at
him and decided it was time to start acting. "So you're the guys my Kevin
works with? Are you going to tell me who you are?" Their jaws hit the floor
when I said that, and the look of shock on their faces almost made me break
out laughing.

	"You...You mean Kev didn't tell you who we are?" the shorter blond one
asked that.

	"You don't know who we are?" one of the dark haired ones asked that. He was
kinda cute - very Latin looking. I shook my head, how the hell was I to know
who they were?

	"I really don't think he knows who we are guys, I didn't tell him either."
Kevin told the other four. I was starting to get worried - should I know who
these guys are? Kevin continued: "I want it that way?" The other guys
nodded. And then they started. They sung beautifully. It sounded familiar,
in fact by the time the verses started in earnest I knew that I had heard
the song before and when they came together: "Tell me why..." I knew the
words, I had definitely heard this before, but I couldn't remember when or
where. They came to an end and I stood there clapping.

	"Wow, that was great, so you gonna tell me who you are now?" I thought they
looked shocked before, but nothing compared to how they did now! I just
looked on expectantly.

	"You've never heard of the Backstreet Boys???" The last one said this, the
one with all the earrings.

	"I knew I'd heard that song, yeah my sister used to love you guys. Sorry,
but I never really listened to you before." They all huffed and puffed a bit
like they'd really been insulted. I just snickered a bit, and eventually
they all started smiling an laughing as well. "I suppose I'd better get
going Kev, it was nice to meet you guys."

	"Oh, I was hoping you'd stay tonight." I looked at him for a moment and
then nodded.

	"Sure, I'd like that." The other guys were all really sorry they barged in
on us and they started to file out the door into the hotel corridor. A.J. as
he had introduced himself hung back and then turned around to me with a
suspecting look on his face and offered me his hand.

	"It sure was nice to meet you..." he started "Sorry, I didn't catch your
name?"

	"It's Mike" it came out by reflex, come on I've been going by that for a
couple of years now.

	"I thought Kevin said Jared?" He looked even more suspicious now, I
stumbled out something about that being my real name and then Kevin came up
behind me and said goodnight to A.J. before pulling me inside and shutting
the door.

	"Thank you so much Jared." He kissed me, and I let him.

	"You know we're going to have to sort out how much this costs right?" Kevin
nodded and smiled. "I think A.J. might suspect something, I just slipped out
my name was Mike and he told me he'd heard you call me Jared, what should I
do?"

	"Don't worry about it, I'll come up with something. I just can't believe
I'm going to get to spend the next few days with you. That is okay isn't it?
I mean, it was a bit rude just presuming that you were available for the
next week, but I was really desperate, the guys don't approve of me getting
prostitutes especially not while we're out of the U.S., so I guess I just
want to say thank you."

	"Firstly, yes it is ok, I wouldn't mind getting off the streets for a few
days, especially if I get to sleep in that big comfy bed in there! And,
secondly you don't need to worry about the guys thinking I'm a prostitute, I
can pass for a pretty convincing teacher when I have to!" I smirked at him
and he chuckled gently before leaning forward again to kiss me...

To Be Continued...
End of Part 1