Date: Sun, 15 Oct 2000 13:38:11 -0700 From: vocal76 Subject: Dirty Mind Games 1 Wooohoooo!!!!! Heres another one by me, Vocal. Yup! Its finally out. I'd like to thank all my readers that wrote in and helped me come up with a title. Huge thanks to Taz for coming up with the actual title. You are the bomb! Um... I guess your hamburgers are in the e-mail... hehehe... Anyways.... on with the story... EVIL DISCLAIMER: Don't know them, wish I did though... Not implying that I know their sexuality (or homosexuality), wish I did though... if you're not at least 18 you shouldn't be reading if you don't like homosexual material then you know where to go and its starts with an 'h' and has 4 letters... not hell silly... I meant home... =) Dirty Mind Games 1 =============================================================================== You're all I ever wanted. You're all I ever needed. So tell me what to do now. When I want your cock. Okay dirty JC. Dirty JC. Spank your hand now. Okay... hmmmmm... maybe not just his cock... the whole package... mmmmmm package... Okay that was bad. Bad JC! Bad JC! Lovesick sigh. Oh shit he's looking. Fuck! Just smile. Its normal to stare, at least for you. Its not like you haven't done this before. DAMN IT!!!!! Didn't I tell you to smile? There you go. See he smiled back. Friends can look at each other. Its nothing unusual, as long as they don't know what kind of sick and dirty fantasies you're entertaining in your head. Okay. Inward laugh. The things I could do to you boy. Man! The things I'd let you do to me. Again with the lovesick sigh. Awwwww man. I don't want to talk to you right now! Stay where you are. Don't come over here. Don't walk over here. I just want to stare at you all day. Well, there are a few other things I'd like to do other than stare. And I wouldn't mind hearing you speak --as long as you're moaning my name and crying it out in pleasure when I... Okay. Dirty Josh. Spank your hand, spank yourself. Ow! I didn't mean literally you ass! Man! Now he's looking at you funny. "You alright man?" Fuck! I hate it when he smiles like that. And he's looking at me like I'm stupid. Because I am. I'm a dirty sick cradle robbing bastard. You need to get laid man. Maybe that will help. Nope, only if he's the one that does it. Shoot. You idled too long bro. Shoulda answered when he asked the first time. DON'T STARE!!!!! At least not the way you are right now. Smile. There you go. Pat yourself on the back. There you go. Not literally you dumbass. FUCK!!!!! What are you gonna tell him now? "You sure you're alright man?" Answer him. What are you gonna tell him. Don't just nod your head silly. Answer him. ANSWER HIM! Yes! Open your mouth and speak! Move your lips. Yes move tongue. Yes move jaw. Air. Talk! Talk damn it! "Yeah." There you go. Pat yourself on the back again. Good boy. See you're learning. Don't do it literally you dumbass. No scooby snack for you. "You sure? I worry about you sometimes. AHHHHHHHHHHHH! He worries about me. He worries about me. Okay you're stupid. Why do you have to pour the water in a cup. Just drink it from the bottle. Or pour it over your body and I'll drink up whatever rolls off your hot body. Hell I'll even drink it if it rolls off your... Smile! Don't pop a woody now you dirty boy. Smile! Whoa! He's handing me the bottle. Take it! Take it! TAKE IT! Good boy! Pat yourself on the head. Good doggy. Good doggy. Hmmmmm... Doggy style. DAMN IT!!!!! Would you stop thinking dirty! You're gonna pop some major wood bro. Calm down. Breathe. Didn't I say not to do shit literally? You look like an idiot patting your head dumbass. "Josh, whats wrong man?" He laughs a little, not mean or anything either, just friendly. There he goes with that smile again. Speak this time. More words. Hehe... More than words to show you feel that your love for me is real... I remember singing that with Tony. There you go with that lovesick sigh again. In front of him even. I should've been singing that song with someone else though. It would have meant so much more. Man. Even back then. There you go with that lovesick sigh yet again. You could've at least waited til he was gone or something or looking the other way. You gonna answer him stupid? You forget he's talking to you? "Yeah, sure. I just feel like..." Think of an excuse. Think fast dumbass. "..like theres something crawling on me, like a bug or something." Good one. Fast thinking. Pat yourself on the back. Ugh! Not literally. You are seriously not playing with Mr. Righty tonight. Hmmmmm... but theres always Mr. Lefty. Dirty boy! "Let me see if I can find it for you." OH SHIT!!!!! He's lifting up my shirt. Fuck his hands feel sooooooooooo good on my back. Gosh I could just bend over now and let him have me every which way I could imagine. Actually no, maybe not every which way. That would take too long, we don't have all day you know. Smile and kill your woody. Just take an axe and chop that tree down. Naw. Then you couldn't... Woooohoooooo!!!!! That tickles. "You alright?" He giggles a little. "Um yeah, that kind of tickles." Whoa! He's resting his hands on my sides like if we we're... you know. Big cheesy dirty grin on your face now Josh. "What? This?" He's grinning. Uh oh! I don't trust that grin. Shit. Oh god stop. Don't stop! Fuck! Bastard! I don't want to be tickled. At least not there. Try a little lower and with a different appendage. You pulled my shirt over my head so I can't look at you! Hmmmmm... like a blindfold. Kinky! Oh god. I'm falling. I'm falling. Ow! I'm on the floor. Oooooooh pinned down on my stomach with my shirt pulled over my head. And he's straddling my ass. Oh damn that feels big! Okay shift so you could adjust your wood while he's tickling you. At least he can't see it in this position. Fuck! why does someone have to be at the door now damn it????? I was having fun. "I'll get it!" Wha ho! He slapped me on my ass. Kinky! I wonder if he'd do that if we... DIRTY JOSH!!!! Stop thinking like that or you're gonna poke a hole in the floor. Who is it. Compose yourself. Damn its Joey! I'm gonna have to kill that bastard. "Why is JC on the floor face down with his shirt up on his shoulders? And why are you out of breath? What have you two been doing?" He raises his eyebrows up and down suggestively. Asshole! Well we probably could've been doing something if you hadn't fucking knocked you asshole wanker bastard! Hey now stop that Josh, he's your friend. Can't help it if he has that idiot timing complex. "Nothing you pervert! Like I'd do that with my best friend!" Ouch. Just ram that knife in my heart. I want to go somewhere and cry. But oh god that laugh just makes me want to love him even more. But that hurt. "Hey I don't care what you guys do behind closet doors... I mean closed doors." Joey smiles. "Ha ha very funny!" Was that nervousness or sarcasm? I guess I can get up now since I'm not 'up' anymore. I hope I don't have a wet spot. Cool no wetspot. Uh oh! Was I kind of obvious. "You lose something Josh? You might wanna see if it went down Justin's throat. Anyways be downstairs in 20 minutes. The limo's taking us to practice. Don't be late or you're gonna have to *ride* your boyfriend to the studio." Joey takes off running. He better because I really wanna kill him right now. Oh god! Justin's blushing. He's so cute when he's all red like that. I wonder if he turns that red when he... What did I tell you about thinking dirty man? You're gonna sport some major wood again. Just me and Justin in our hotel room. I wonder if we could in 20 minutes. But he did say he wouldn't do *that* with me. Kill yourself now Josh. Go to the bathroom and cry before he sees you. Why are you taking it so seriously anyways. Its been like this for what, like 8 years already? Don't let yourself break down now. Man I kind of wish I had the single room, but then I wouldn't be near him. Okay get up and get ready now. And stop moping. He's gonna worry again. Told you. "Joshy, you okay?" FUCK!!!!! I hate it when he talks to me like that. Especially when I'm feeling like this. It just hurts me even more. Run to the bathroom now. Its not like he can't get in there anyways. Just nod yes and get ready. Good boy. Don't pat yourself on the back. "Hey, Joey's an ass. You know that." His hand is on my shoulder. Why do you have to touch me. It makes me feel like shit. I already want to die. Kill me now! Please. I want to cry. I don't know why. I can't break down now. Just agree with him and go and get ready. And smile. Remember to smile. It'll make everything okay. Or at least seem like its okay. There you go, smile. See all better. "Well get ready and I'll meet you downstairs. I'm gonna do my hair in Lance's room." That smile. Wha ho! There he goes again with that ass pat. I feel like shit. The incredibly disgusting squishy kind. Go to the bathroom and cry now. Curl up on the floor and break down while he's not here. Why do you do this to yourself? Just cry and cry and cry and cry and cry and... "Joshy you in here? You ready?" I vaguely hear footsteps. I feel so far off. This never happened before. Body's tingly too. I'm scared. Did I just fall asleep? Shit practiice! I have to get up. "JOSH!!!!! Oh shit! Are you alright?" He's by my side pulling me up. Oh man that embrace is killer. Rest your head on his shoulder. Let him know you're okay. Let him know you're okay. Let him know you're okay. "I'm fine, I must've collapsed or something." Wrong answer asshole. Let him know you're okay does not mean lie and tell him you collapsed. Like thats going to make him think you're okay. "You never collapse. I don't think you should go to practice. I want to take you to a doctor. You're worrying me." "I'm fine Justin, really." Lie through your teeth. Plus I hate doctors, and ugh... they'll probably want blood, which means needles. Obviously he doesn't believe me. He's looking at me. "Josh, don't lie to me." It sounds like I hurt him. I did hurt him. I'm such an asshole. But I don't want no doctor unless... unless he plays doctor for me. Okay you're thinking bad again. Josh, wipe the worry from his face. Tell him you're okay. "Really, I'm fine. I'll be okay at practice." Smile. Smile. Smile. Smile. You are so fake. And its not like he can't read it in your eyes. You're a bad liar, at least to him. "Bullshit Josh! You have *never* *ever* collapsed in the 8 years that I've known you! And the one time you fucking do you won't even let me return a favor and let me help you." I pissed him off. Way to go Josh the man. Pat yourself on the back and kick yourself in the ass. Can I do that at the same time. Don't try it now you dumbass. "I'm fine really, I'll be okay at practice." Liar liar liar liar liar. "Fine whatever. I'll see you downstairs." He gets up and walks off. I pissed him off and now I hurt even more. Don't cry now. You have to get to practice and you can't go there with red puffy eyes. Clean up and go and maybe you could kiss it and make it better later. Okay, one tear, let one tear go, just one. Okay, two. No more please no more. Hold yourself together. Fuck! Screw this. I'm going to cry all over again. And here comes the flood. =============================================================================== Wooohoooo!!! So what you guys think? You like? Am I still yo daddy? hehehehe... anyways.... questions, comments, flames, food, money, donations, JC and/or Justin can be sent to my e-mail at vocal76@hotmail.com... pEaCe aNd aDoBo gReAsE!!!!!