Date: Mon, 20 Jun 2005 13:32:14 -0700 (PDT)
From: iaSoN MiNK <minkiason@yahoo.com>
Subject: My Funky Avatar part 2

This is a work of gay erotic fiction.  All similarities in real life
including the band are unintentional and purely coincidental.  This work is
copyrighted by the author and may not be copied or distributed in any form
without the written permission of the author, who may be contacted at:
minkiason@yahoo.com

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MY FUNKY AVATAR part 2

I opened my eyes to find out I'm face to face with Adam.  He was staring at
me thoughtfully as he ran his fingers through my hair.  I then realized
that both of us were on the same bed, and inside the same room, which was
probably a hotel's.  I was about to jump out of his reach when he hugged me
tightly, brushing my cheek against his.

"My God," he whispered, "I can't believe you're in my arms.  You don't know
how long I've waited for you."

To be honest, I didn't know what he was saying.  Only when I felt a tear,
his tear, flow from his eyes to my face did I understand his sincerity.  My
heart went out to him, and I hugged him back, trying to assure him I won't
be running away.

A voice inside me told me it was wrong, but somehow, it felt
right. Besides, that voice is almost a faint murmur now, and nothing could
stop me from making my idol happy.  Am I doing this because I adored him?
Was respect for the singer my only motivation for allowing him to do this?
There was no time to think though, since my head was reeling once again the
moment he brought his lips to mine for another breath-taking kiss.

Adam's lips were perfect- soft and supple, just the way I like them.  He
was an expert kisser, and his techniques were taking their toll on me.  I
was moaning.  My cock was getting hard.  He kissed me with undying passion,
and I was more than willing to be on the receiving end.  I could get used
to this.

I'm telling you again- I haven't questioned my sexual orientation before,
but now I'm beginning to have doubts.  Certainly, Adam's ministrations were
giving me incredible effects, but my cock getting erect because of them got
my attention.  How far would I go?  How much more would I give him? I
understood that he urgently needed my answers when he reached for my hand
and led it to his crotch.

"No," I declined, pulling my hand away from that strange encounter. "This
isn't right.  I'm not ready. I don't even know if I want to do this."

"I won't do anything you wouldn't want me to," Adam simply put.  He kissed
me again, and my defenses were becoming weaker and weaker. "I want to
please you."

I was never really good at playing hard to get. Aside from that, I actually
liked what he'd been doing so far.  "Let's see this body you boast about,
then," I said, trying to ease the situation a little.

Adam was quick to comply.  He sat up and removed his shirt, teasing me as
he slowly revealed his awesome body to me.  He was not buffed up, but I
could tell he had muscles in the right places.  Soon, he unzipped his jeans
and tugged them down, showing me his boxers.  His cock was straining to get
out, and it frightened me.  But all the fear I felt vanished as Adam helped
me up and gently took my clothes off me, assuring me with his brooding eyes
everything would be fine.

"Oh Ryan," he said appreciatively after I sat naked before him. "You're
quite a sight.  I'm going to cum by just looking at you."

With all our clothes out of the way except his underwear, Adam slid in next
to me, hugged me, and kissed me.  Skin to skin, lips to lips- all this
contact made me shiver with anticipation.  His hands roamed my body as if
he could never get enough of me.  His grip was firm but loving, and his
touch was warm and comfortable.

Instinctively, I pulled down the last remaining clothing on him- his
boxers.  His 7 inch cock sprang to attention.  I reached for it with my
right hand, and he moaned when I finally held it.  I slowly moved my hand
up and down, trying to make him feel good.  But after a while, he moved my
hand away, and I thought he didn't want to come ahead of me.

Adam lay on top of me, with my back against the bed.  We kissed as his dick
pushed down on my 6 inch erection.  He slowly gyrated, and it did not take
long before the friction our bodies were experiencing was getting too much
to handle.  Waves of pleasure rushed through me as he moved in rhythm, our
cocks dancing with one another.  We shared our massive orgasms and lay on
the bed spent, trying to catch our breaths.  During the whole time we did
not talk, because it was our eyes remaining in contact that told everything
we wanted to say.  Soon enough, the contentment I was drowning in got the
best of me, and I was off to dreamland once more.

When I opened my eyes, I realized that I was alone on the bed, so I sat up
and saw that Adam was standing in front of me, wearing only a towel on his
waist, and a stupid smile on his face.  All we did previously soon caught
up with me, and it hit me hard. I was shocked and clearly regretful.

"You!" I shouted in panic, threateningly pointing at the singer. "What did
you do to me?"

An unreadable expression replaced his smile.  It was as if what I said
didn't register on him.  He then raised an eyebrow which I understood as,
"What the hell are you talking about?"

"We had sex, for crying out loud!" I yelled. "Oh how can I be so stupid? I
am just another of your one night stands, am I right?"

"What???" Adam gasped. He was so surprised he almost fell from where he was
standing.  At that moment, I knew I was confused as he was.

"You're planning on denying what happened between us, then?" I asked, my
voice filled with anger. "I see. It would be your downfall if anything goes
public.  It looks like I should be keeping this dark secret for myself."

He was lost, and I was mad. I got out of bed with the purpose of walking
out only to realize I still had on the clothes I wore at the concert.  The
bed was also neatly organized except the area I slept on, which meant he
never spent the night with me.  Furthermore, I had a crusty feeling on my
underwear, signifying I creamed my pants.  Was that sexual encounter only
my dream? Damn, I needed to straighten things out.

"Did you kiss me last night?" I asked him, looking straight into his
eyes. I noticed he was hesitant.  "Answer me honestly, Adam."

He nodded his head.  I figured he didn't want to talk about it since he was
the one who started it.  I guessed he was trying to figure out how to
explain them to me. So, the embarrassing scene at the hallway of their
concert venue was real after all.

"I'll take it as a yes," I said. "I got one more question. Did we have hot
steamy sex last night?"

I was dumbstruck when he shook his head.  That was clearly a no.  But then
again, maybe he was playing games with me.

"Are you sure?"  I asked again. He answered yes.

"Then why do you only have a towel on?"  I wondered.

"This is my hotel room, Ryan," he said, his dark eyes glowed as if telling
the truth. "I took you here when you fainted, and I let you sleep in my
bed. Just so you know- I slept on the couch.  I finished taking a bath when
I entered here to change since my clothes are all here, but you found me
staring at you because you looked so cute sleeping. That's all there is, I
swear."

My face was burning with embarrassment.  I readily believed him. There was
only one way to get out of this situation- walk out. I was making progress
regarding that idea when Adam's strong arms made me turn around to face
him.  I was expecting he would kiss me again like what he did the other
night, so I closed my eyes and prayed that this would be over soon.

"You forgot this," Adam said, his voice was calm and soothing.  I opened my
eyes as he went to the bedside table, took my signed Avatars CD out of the
drawer and gave it to me.  I was on a roll for making false accusations
today, I thought. I wanted to embarrass him a little, just to be fair.

"Thanks, Adam," I put in blankly. "Why did you kiss me?"

The question seemed to catch Adam off guard.  He was scrambling for words
while he scratched his head, as if doing it would help him find what he
need.  Then he let out a big sigh, undoubtedly giving up.

"You may not believe this," he explained, "but I have dreamed of you."

"You saw me in your dream?" I asked, forcing myself not to laugh. He was
hurt by what I said because his expression became downcast.

"Not really," he continued. "I never recognized the person in my dream.
But definitely it's you."

"What makes you think I am that guy, huh? You didn't even see his
face. Give me proof that I'm the man of your dreams, and I may actually
spend some time with you," I joked.

Adam's handsome face was full of sadness now, since he was doing his best
to persuade me, and there I was, not taking him seriously.  But in the end,
I thought he decided to play with me.

"Your scent," he said almost in a whisper. "You have the same scent as the
person in my dreams."

I laughed out loud, and he smiled. Damn, he was real gorgeous when he
flashes that killer smile.  I checked myself before I find myself drooling
over him.  I was going out the door when he grabbed me again to face him.
I began melting in his arms.

"So what's your final judgment?" he said in the most seductive manner he
could muster.  "Can we meet tomorrow?"

"OK. Let's make a deal," I said, trying to get something out of the mess
we're in. "I could go out with you tomorrow, but promise me we'd never talk
about this again.  However, if the media finds out anything about the whole
incident, our date tomorrow would be our last. Is that clear?"

"Sir, yes sir." He shouted as he let go of me and faked a salute.  His
brooding eyes were gleaming with happiness, and I guess mine were, too.
When he embraced me, I wanted to control the situation before things got
out of hand.

"Don't," I resisted, pulling away before he could kiss me. "No more kissing
starting today. The first one was horrifying enough. And what made you
believe I might possibly be into you?"

"For starters, you dreamed about having hot steamy sex with me," Adam said,
then put his lips on mine.

I shoved him as hard as I could. He fell on the bed, and then for some
unknown reason his towel untangled itself, revealing his stunning physique
in all its glory.  I stared at the scene in front of me for what seemed
like forever.  Adam, on the other hand, did not do anything to cover
himself.  Instead, he flexed his muscles and pretended he was not doing it
on purpose. Embarrassingly, I was obviously appreciating his efforts.

A lot of questions were running inside my head.  Everything happened so
fast I could barely cope up. I wanted to get out of there. I chose to have
nothing to do with Adam again.  At the back of my mind though, a voice was
telling me I could be letting go of my first chance at happiness, at love.
I was brought out of my reverie when Adam shook me.

"Is something wrong?" His touch was very warm, just like in my dream. His
voice was raspy and soothing, just like in my dream. I was out of words, so
I just shook my head to say I was fine.

Those thoughts made me wonder. Were we dreaming of one another? Was it
destiny that brought us together at the concert? Was what Adam said true-
that we're soul mates? He certainly won me over, because I realized it
would be best to play along for now, and not make any snap decisions.

"I have to go," I said. "I'm confused right now. I need some fresh air. I
need some time to think."

"OK," he answered with a hint of fear in his voice. "What about our date
tomorrow?"

I quickly gave him my address and contact numbers. I thought Adam sensed I
was in a hurry to leave, but I was glad he didn't press on the issue
anymore.

"See you tomorrow?" he asked smiling, hoping for a positive response.  I
must admit I was beginning to like him more.

"Yeah, I guess we'll see," I replied. And with that I left him alone.

To be continued...

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