Date: Sat, 27 Apr 2002 21:49:40 +0000 From: James Subject: Boy Bands - On The Streets - Part 35 I don't know the Backstreet Boys, or N'Sync, nor is this story meant to imply anything about their sexuality, their private lives or their life choices. Please don't take any of this seriously, it is just a story, nothing more. Nothing in this story is real, it is the product of the author's imagination. That's enough disclaimers I think... Now some suggestions, seeing as everyone else seems to be doing it. My favourite stories are: Forever (Kevin) Jamie's Romance (Justin) My New Life (Lance) JC's Hitchhiker (JC) Get Another Boyfriend (Kevin) Whiplash (Kevin) Blind Date (Lance) My Surprise Romance (Lance) Josh and Just (Duh!) Lottery Winner (Joey) Brian and Me (Brian) That's it, I know there are more I read that I haven't mentioned, but I can't remember them right now, sorry! Well, here's chapter 35, I hope everyone really enjoys it, it's pretty long, and if you like hot sex, flick to the end - great sex scene coming up! On The Streets - Part 35 Last Time: As we walked down the stairs (the lift wasn't working), I was casting glances at Berg, trying to work out what was going on. When we got out to the sidewalk, I had a limo waiting for us. He turned to me with a wide-eyed expression. "Is this for us?" He said excitedly. I nodded. The driver held open the door for us, and we both said thanks as we climbed in. I'd already spoken to him, and he knew we wanted some privacy, and he knew where we were going. "Wow, this is cool, I've never been in one of these." He started touching the sun roof buttons, and the buttons that turned the TV on and off, that sort of thing. "Berg?" He turned to look at me, his eyebrows raised. I wasn't sure how to phrase what I was going on to say next. "Whose baby was that?" He turned towards the front of the limo, and then looked down at his hands. He took a deep breath, then released it. "Mine." Now on with the story: "She's mine." Berg repeated. "Oh. Sorry, I didn't realise you had a kid, and you're like the same age as me, I guess I just never expect someone my age to have a kid, but I guess it's not that unusual." "It isn't that normal Nick, most people are over 23 by the time they have their kid, I was only 22 when she was born." He paused. "My wife, was, well kind of mucked up. Up here." He pointed to his head. "What do you mean?" "She hit Laura." I guessed Laura was his daughter, and my mouth dropped open. He was looking everywhere but at me. "I'm so sorry, that's terrible. Is that why you moved back to Florida?" "Yeah, we had a really quick divorce, and then I had a restriction order to prevent her getting close to Laura, but she broke it, and almost got her again. That's when I decided to do the cross country move. My wife, Jen never knew whereabouts I lived in Florida before I moved to LA, so I'm thinking she went be able to find me." He told me quietly. "Whoa, umm, I don't know what to say...I'm sorry I guess, that you have to move cross country and you have to hide from your wife..." "EX-wife." He said firmly. I nodded. "But at least I got Laura out of it. I love her so much, but she does make problems with dating and stuff. Can I tell you the truth?" "Please." I nodded. "I'm shitting myself here. I haven't been on a date in over 2 years. And Jen was one of the only two women I ever really got into a relationship with. I've never been on a proper date with a guy before." I think my eyebrows shot up - this was the same guy who had forcibly kissed me the first time we'd seen each other. I grinned at him, and he blushed and looked away. "You look cute when you blush." He blushed even redder, and grinned back at me. "I was kinda hoping you wouldn't see Laura tonight though." He said solemnly. "Why not?" "I don't know, I guess, I just didn't want people thinking of me as 'the one with the kid' or something, it's a lot for people to take in that someone as young as me, as young as us, could have a child already." I nodded, and told him not to worry about it, tonight we'd just have fun. A few minutes later, the door to the limo opened, and we climbed out. We were at a really nice restaurant I found last year, it wasn't all that fancy food or anything, but it wasn't cheap either, and the atmosphere was really nice, and best of all, I knew it had private rooms, so I had reserved one for tonight. The host took us back there, and got us settled. "So, Nick, umm, do you want to tell me about yourself?" I looked at him for a second. "I mean, I know some about you, I know you're like Nick Carter the Backstreet Boy and all, but I meant in your personal life, I don't know that much." I picked up the napkin and started wringing it between my fingers. I started to tell him about my mom and dad, and all my younger brothers and sisters. He knew about Aaron, and I told him some about how I got joined up in the Backstreet Boys. That was pretty much it, so I started asking him about his past, as he seemed to know more about me than I did about him. He got up to about 7th grade by the time the meal arrived. He ordered some chicken with mushroom sauce, and sautéed potatoes. I can't remember what I had. He told me the rest of his story while we waited for dessert. He'd had a pretty normal childhood, both his parents were lawyers, he'd been varsity football. Jen had been his high school girlfriend. I think I saw his eyes become watery when he talked about the divorce and subsequent court cases. Although the courts had sided with him, it must have been difficult to go through that against someone you loved. I had only invited Berg out to dinner, so by midnight we were heading home, well, to Berg's home. I offered to walk him up, but he said it was okay, and that if I walked up he'd be tempted to invite me in, he was so cute sometimes. We kissed goodnight in the limo, and I watched him disappear into the apartment building. On the way home, all I could think about was how amazing Berg seemed, he had a kid which frankly I thought was amazing, I love kids, and Berg's daughter looked really beautiful for the short time I saw her. He was handsome and funny, he always knew the right thing to say. I had to talk to someone about my date, or I was gonna explode. Once I got home, it was almost 1, but I still needed to talk to someone. So I phoned Jared. ***Ring Ring*** "Hello?" Jared answered groggily. "Hey Jared! It's Nick." "Whoa! Don't shout so loud! What's the matter, why are you phoning at...1 in the morning? Nick?" "Um...this is gonna sound stupid, but I needed to talk to someone about my date. I needed to tell you how well it went!" I heard Jared breath a heavy sigh. "Go on then." He said dejectedly. "Well, first I picked him up at his place at about 8, he lives in this really small apartment on the East side." "Yeah, go on." "He has a kid!" "Really? Wow." "Yeah, her name's Laura, and she's really cute. Anyway, then I took him out in the limo, we went to this really nice restaurant on Main, I don't know if Kevin's taken you, it's amazing food, and he had this chicken thing, and I can't remember what I had, and we talked for hours over dinner." "MmmmHmmm." "And he told me all about his divorce from his wife, he had a really tough time about it, they had a custody battle and everything, but he won, obviously, and there was a lot of other stuff. Then after the meal, we got back in the limo, and I dropped him home. He wouldn't let me come up again, he's so cute, and we kissed goodnight." I could feel the smile on my face, as I thought about my date. "Jared?" There was no answer. "Jared?" *Snore* I smiled, thinking about Jared falling asleep with the phone on his ear, and hung up. I'd talk to him more in the morning. I showered and went to bed, my eyelids heavy as I climbed into the soft, white sheets. ***Berg*** "Thanks Anna, I'll see you soon ok. I'm sorry I was so late getting home." "It's ok Mr. Thomas. I hope your date was ok." "It was thank you, but you can't tell anyone, you promise?" I said to her worriedly. "I know, I know. It's ok, I won't tell." "Good girl, I'll speak to you soon." I pushed the money into her hand with a generous tip. As I shut the door, I heard Laura whimper in her bed. I walked into the main room, and picked her up out of her crib. I walked back and forwards for a few minutes with her in my arms. "I had a really nice time tonight Laura. I don't think I've ever met a guy as sweet and kind as Nick. He listened to everything I said, and was really interested in me. He's such a nice guy." I slowly laid her down in the crib. "I should never have done this, I could have found another way." I said good night to Laura and walked out the room. ***Kevin*** The Next Day On Thursday, we went into the recording studio at 9 and started work again. Jared had one of his early training sessions with another band, I can't remember who now. I was having a great time. I wrote more for this album than I ever have for any other one, and I was producing a lot of this album too. I was sitting in the booth talking to the sound mixer while Nick was warming up. Well, he was supposed to be warming up, but he carried on stopping to tell us something he remembered about Berg. "And, his favourite food is Thai food." He said just as he finished an arpeggio. "Nick!" I shouted into the intercom. "Just get on with it and warm up, we want to get these tracks down. We've got a training session booked at 1, and I don't want to make it later, and get home too late." He blushed, then started singing again. Finally he started up again. We were laying down some of the heavy ballads this morning. Nick's voice really suited the first song we were doing, actually JC and I wrote it with him in mind to sing the part. Oh Baby no I can't wait, For time to pass me by, I want your heart, your soul, your mind, In my arms tonight. Faith in our friendship, Faith in our hearts, Love between us, Let's never be apart. Why can't we talk everyday? My faith in you is clear, I want to hold you here right now, Your lips so close to mine. Faith in our friendship, Faith in our hearts, Love between us, Let's never be apart. My soul is your soul, Interlocking minds, Hearts, one for the two of us, You and me for all time. Faith in our friendship, Faith in our hearts, Love between us, Let's never be apart. Faith in our friendship, Faith in our hearts, Love between us, Let's never be apart. The song finished with a short piano and flute piece which I'd already recorded with this really great musician who I heard in a jazz club about a year ago. The final notes were the flute just fading into nothing. It came out great, I was really impressed by Nick, he'd put a lot into it, and when he came into the booth, I saw why - he was still thinking about Berg. The song was really a love song, and Nick had someone to think about while he was singing it - that's why it came out so good. I smiled at him, and he smiled back, realising that I'd caught onto him. We laid down two more tracks that morning, both heavy ballads. The album was basically a 50/50 split - ballads against other songs, I knew most of our old material was ballads, but I wanted to get a bit more variety in. At about 12:30, the guys and I had just had an early lunch, and we were getting ready to go get changed for training with Jared, when we heard a knock on the door. Lance Bass poked his head through the door. "Hey Guys!" He smiled broadly. We all greeted him. "Listen, us guys are havin' a big dinner this evening, nothing too fancy, just a big get together, how'd you guys like to come?" All the guys spoke up eagerly, and we all agreed to meet at Lance's house at about 8. We said goodbye to Lance and went to get ready. I was psyched for the training session, and was first out there I grinned when I saw Jared waiting for us at the table in the middle of the dance studio. He was finishing filling in some papers, so I went up behind him and put my arms around his waist. He spun around when he felt my arms on his waist, and looked into my eyes and smiled back. I leant in and kissed him. His grin grew really broad, and so did mine as we pulled away. "How are things going?" I asked him. "Great. I've got a full schedule now." He started. "Do you know why this table's in here?" He asked with a grin on his face. I shook my head no. "It's here because from now on, between 12:30 and 2 o'clock I'm running exercise sessions starting every half hour for all Jive employees, the one at 12:30 being the easiest, the one at 1:30 being hardest. This is here so that I can climb onto it and the people all around can see what I'm doing, and copy me. I had my first session this lunchtime, I only had one of them, the 1:30 one, and the room was full. I've never had so many people listening to what I was saying!" He seemed really excited. "So you happy about doing this?" He nodded. "It's a lot of work, but at least I don't have to work out full exercise schedules for all these people like I do with you guys. Working out fifty or sixty exercise schedules and diet plans every day would kill me." He grinned, and I pulled away from our embrace as the other guys came in and we all started stretching out. "Oh by the way Jared, do you want to go for dinner at Lance's tonight?" He shrugged his shoulders and nodded, telling me he was fine with the plan, before we started the strenuous workout. Jared had brought Swiss balls in to work out with, and some medicine balls, only light ones, but enough to cause a strain. We ended up playing catch, and Nick thought it would be funny to play volleyball. We got him to serve first (I think you can probably guess what happened). We all had a good laugh, and by the time we finished, it was past 4. We all went home. On the way home, Jared kept his hand on my leg. He wasn't looking at me, and I thought that was strange, but then I realised that he wasn't keeping his hand there because he was horny, he was keeping it there because he was comfortable with it being like that. I think that excited me a bit, he was so comfortable with me that he was looking out the window while just resting his hand on my thigh, and it seemed the most natural thing in the world. Once we got home, I fell onto the couch, and Jared laid down on top of me. Jared is not a lightweight. After about two minutes, I twisted to the side, and he fell onto the front of the couch next to me. Next thing I knew, I felt his hand grab my arm, and when I looked over at him, I realised he was falling straight off the edge of the couch. I tried to grab him too, but he just fell straight off. The look in his eyes as he went over the edge would have been funny, if it hadn't been for the fact that I was quickly following behind him. We both ended up on the floor, me on top of him. I leant down, and placed my lips over his. I loved to lick his lips, they were full, fuller than mine at least, but not too thick, and he had just a touch of stubble now. He opened his mouth as my mine fell over his, and I felt our tongues touch. His arms wrapped around me, and I ran my hands up and down his upper arms. Just at that moment when we were getting into it enough to carry it to the next level, the phone rang. "What?" I shouted down the receiver. "Whoa! Kev! It's Howie. Lance phoned me, he said he couldn't get through on your cell, he wanted to know if he could make it 7 instead of 8 tonight - it turns out they want a barbecue, and they want to do it before it gets too cold this evening." I growled at him, then agreed, and said goodbye before hanging up the phone. Looking over at the clock, I saw it was now 5:45, just over an hour before we had to be there. I felt Jared's hands running over my ass, and I looked down at him. I hadn't got of him to answer the phone, and I saw the lust in his eyes. "We don't have time." I said apologetically. He sat up from the hips, and licked my neck, from my Adam's apple around and down to my shoulder blade, then he pulled himself out from under me and kissed me before heading for the stairs. "I'm going for a shower." He said over his shoulder as he headed up the stairs. He disappeared. "Are you coming?" I heard him shout from the upstairs landing. I jumped up and ran up the stairs to join him in the shower, stripping off on the way. *** Later on in the car, we were headed to Lance's house. We hadn't had time to do much more than fool around a bit in the shower, and now we were both still pretty worked up. We pulled into Lance's driveway, and knocked on the front door. We stood there waiting for the door to open and we were looking at each other. I leant on the wall by the door, and he just stood there with his hands locked in front of him. We both had smirks on our faces, I guessed he was thinking about what we'd been up to in the shower. Joey eventually answered the door. "Hey Kev! Jared! Great to see you guys. Come on in." He stood aside, and we walked through to the kitchen. There was Lance, Justin and Britney, Chris and Danni, Joey and his wife, Claire, and their two kids, JC and Jimmy, and Nick was here before us, he was chatting to Justin. Britney was sitting on Justin's lap when we walked in. I don't know why, but I grabbed Jared's hand as we walked in further. Remembering how well Jared and Britney got on, I felt like protecting him, I know that must sound weird. Gradually the other guys got here, and just as Howie, the last one to arrive stepped in the door, a clap of thunder rung across the sky, and it started to rain. Joey, Chris and Nick all ran out back to pick everything up, and we were moved into Lance's living room where all the food and stuff was set out on the big table, and we all sat on cushions around the floor. Somehow, Jared had managed to make it so that there was us, and to our right, the side he was sitting on, was Justin and Britney, and Jared and she were already talking as they ate ribs. Seeing the evil glares Jared was getting from Justin I felt it best to turn the other way, and pretend I hadn't noticed. On our left, I found JC. He was sitting next to Jimmy, and I decided to strike up a conversation with them. JC and I finally settled on music. "How's the new album coming along?" Jimmy asked. "It's great, we laid down some of the ballads this morning, Nick's voice fit really well into that one we did for him JC. Ummm, we're still kinda deciding which one to release as a single first. Then we have to go into all that stuff about all that promotional stuff, and making the video" I chuckled to myself. I looked up and saw JC and Jimmy smirking at each other, then, realising I'd caught them, they looked down at their plates and blushed. "What? What's so funny?" "Ummm, that's how JC and I met. I directed one of the videos they released around July last year. I think we were both just thinking about how we met when you mentioned making the videos." "Ahh that's right, I forgot you're a director. What else have you been working on?" I asked him, suddenly interested, after all, this could save us the trouble of finding a director we like for our music video. "I did a couple of adverts a while ago, yawn! Then I did the N'Sync thing, and I moved into movies straight after. I'm gonna release my second movie later in the summer." "What movies did you make?" I asked, surprised I didn't know about this. "Black Summer." Jimmy answered. "No way! I loved that film! I never knew you did that!" Jimmy was smiling. "No, I didn't put myself in the credits, I put a fake name." "Oh. Why?" He grinned at me again. "Well, let's just say I like my privacy even more than you do." He smirked at me. Damn! Change your name - what a great way to get rid of the press! If only we didn't appear on TV and in videos so much! I laughed to myself at the thought. Though it was a good idea. Jimmy, JC and I chatted for a while longer, and then I turned and saw Jared still talking to Britney, while they ate pudding. ***Jared*** "I know this is gonna sound strange Jared, but why type of music do you like?" Britney asked. We'd been talking for hours, about everything from her tour (which she was started a week and a half ago, but was still in Florida, this was her last day before flying to New York), to her family, to, well everything. This came as an unexpected question out of nowhere. "Umm...lots of different types." I answered quickly. It's kind of the generic answer isn't it? You can't really go wrong with anyone if you just say that. She tutted. "Come with me." She grabbed my arm, and pulled me up. Everyone else in the room turned to look at us as we were the first people to stand in about an hour. "Where you going?" Chris asked. "Lance, we're just gonna use your music room ok? We're gonna find out what type of music Jared likes." She carried on pulling me towards the door. I turned and looked at Kevin, who still had a confused expression on his face. I mouthed the word 'help' to him, and realising Britney was just playing around, he broke into a grin, and mouthed back 'I'll be down in a minute'. I took a deep breath, and we walked to the far corner of the house. "You know there was a hi-fi in the living room, we could have just listened to some music in there." I told her. "Yes, but Lance only has his wishy-washy stuff in there. In his music room, he has samples of loads of different types of music." She pushed open a plain white door. It was obviously sound proof from the amount of effort Britney pushed into opening it. We were in a small room, with one small light, and in the side wall was what looked like a speaker hole. "Ah, now you'll see Lance's love for absolutely useless technology." I was confused. She reached over, and, after clearing her throat, pushed a button. "La-la-la-la-la-la-la." She sung a short scale up and down, and released the button. The door swung open. "You've gotta be kidding me." "Nope. Here, you try." She pulled the door closed again. "That's not a good idea." I answered her. "Come on, get ready to sing." "No! I mean, you really don't want to do that." "Why not?" She looked at me expectantly. "I can't sing." I mumbled. "What?" "I can't sing!" I said loudly. "Oh. Ok." She looked at me with a frown for a second, then opened the door again. We walked in. "What do you mean, you can't sing? Not at all?" I shook my head. "I mean I can't sing. It just comes out sounding wrong, the notes are either flat or sharp, and they just sound terrible." I told her. I was always kind of embarrassed by this, my family could sing, I just couldn't manage it though. "Well, ok, well it's not like we came down here to test your voice or anything, how about we just start listening to some music." She moved over to what looked like a mixing deck. That's when I looked around the room. Music room was an understatement. This room was about the size of my parents' house in England. It was huge. Painted pale blue, there were musical instruments lying all over the place, a baby grand piano and loads of speakers and mixing equipment. I cast my eyes over the other instruments, there was the piano, a couple of guitars, acoustic and electric, and there were even some orchestral instruments. I stepped over and picked up a violin. "Um, Brit?" I asked uncertainly. She turned around, and saw me holding the violin. "Why?" She laughed. "Let's see, who can play that? I think it's Chris, but most of the guys can play some instrument you wouldn't expect." I picked up the bow from the violin and started playing. The horse hair hadn't been waxed in a long time, so I could hear the slight squeak, but it wasn't too bad. Now the violin I can play. This was the one musical thing I could manage. Singing? No way. I even tried learning the French Horn, and the guitar, but couldn't play either of those, but the violin I could play, and play well. I played out a little Debussy, some Holst, and put down the violin into its stand. Britney clapped. I looked up at her. "I didn't know you could play an instrument, and so well!" I smiled back at her. "Yeah well, can't sing, so gotta make up for it somewhere." I grinned at her. She shook her head at me and smiled before grabbing my arm and pulling me over to the equipment set up to one side of the room. "Right, now I think I know how to use this stuff." There was a lot of equipment here, and I had no idea what she was doing. "If we push this button...here." She pushed it. Suddenly, a sound came over all the speakers that sounded like someone scratching their nails down a blackboard. She let go of the button and it stopped. "Ok, apparently it's not that button." She put a finger to her chin, and started reading the titles on sticky labels stuck over each set of buttons. "Ah, here it is 'samples'." "Hmm...I wonder whether that's the one we're looking for, and not this one?" I pushed the button again, and Britney clamped her hand down over her ears. "Haha funny man. Now, do you have any idea what type of music you like? Beyond 'lots of different types'?" She looked at me as I thought it over. "Well...do you have any R&B, Hip Hop, that sort of thing?" I asked her. When I used to rent a place when I could afford it in London, it was almost invariably in Brixton or Lambeth. As districts of London, they're about 90% black, so I listened to, or rather heard, a lot of this type of music. "Ok." She pushed two buttons, and a heavy beat came out over the speakers, and then someone started singing/rapping, and it came out loud over the massive speaker system in this room. "Turn it down a bit!" I shouted as loud as I could. Once it was at a bearable level, I sat on one of the many stools in the room, and listened. I loved the rhythm, the beat was a little too strong, but it was all in all a great piece. She moved onto some other music, more hip hop now, and a woman with a great voice came over the speakers. A few minutes later, we were plunged into silence again. "So, did you like those?" "Yeah! They were great!" Just at that moment, we heard the heavy soundproof door open and close, and then there was a click, and a deep voice singing, before the door swung open. Kevin poked his head around the door. "Am I intruding?" He asked with a grin on his face. "Actually yes." Britney said with a grin. Kevin smiled at her, and he came over and sat next to me. We spent the next quarter of an hour or so listening to music, a couple of other types as well as R&B and stuff like that. "Well, shall we go then?" Britney said as she turned around and looked at us expectantly. "I could really do with a bowl of ice cream." I knew my eyes lit up when she said that - I'd told her that my absolute favourite food in the whole, wide world was ice cream, and she liked to use that against me. I stood up as if in a trance, and started to follow her out. Kevin chuckled, and stood up too. "Hey Kev, have you heard Jared play the violin?" Britney commented as we walked past the stand with it on. Kevin looked at me with a frown. "No, I didn't even know he played." He picked up the violin and handed it to me. I looked from one to the other, and whimpered. Kevin rolled his eyes. "You can have your ice cream once I've heard you play a tune." I growled at him, and Britney chuckled. So I picked up the bow, and belted out Shostakovich as fast as I could. I put it down again, and Kevin stood there with his jaw loose, Britney had a similar expression. "Now! Ice Cream!" I said to that sharply, and I pushed them out the door. *** ***Kevin*** We were on our way home, and it was just past 1, but I wasn't sleepy, and judging by the way Jared was now rubbing my knee, I'd guess he wasn't either. We pulled into our driveway, and went into the house. We went straight upstairs without saying a word, and after we were both done in the bathroom, we headed for the bedroom. Standing on opposite sides of the bed, we undressed, and Jared, having less clothes on to start with, was done first. He jumped across the bed so that he was laying sideways on, and so that his face was now near my crotch. He twisted himself around, so that his head was now on the other side of the bed, and his feet were closest to me. I was naked by now. "Kevin?" He asked slyly. I raised my eyebrows enquiringly. He looked so hot lying there, his smooth body all laid out over the whole bed. His dick was semi-flaccid hanging over his left leg, and his abs were tensed just enough to make the cuts lickable. "Yes?" I asked, seeing as he wasn't continuing. "Have you ever topped a guy?" I could feel my eyes bug out in my head. "Before I met you, I was almost exclusively a top." His eyebrows raised up suggestively, then he rolled forwards slightly, then pulled straight back, and his legs lifted into the air. He grabbed hold of his upper thighs with his hands, and held them there, making a big 'V' with his legs. "So this would be a familiar sight to you?" He purred out. I couldn't believe how hot he looked. I should explain something, Jared is almost perfectly smooth, and he likes it that way. He also makes sure to work out every part of his body - every part, so his butt is firm and round, and he looked so damn hot. "Thing is, I haven't done this really before. I've been fucked once or twice, but not for a couple of years now, at least." He looked at me suggestively again. "Kev, I'm tight as a virgin here, will you take me?" I gasped. "Yes!" I breathed out quickly. He smiled at me, and moved up on the bed, so that his head was resting on the pillow. "You'll have to tell me what to do. I've never really done this in...comfortable circumstances." He said to me quietly. I nodded, and climbed onto the bed next to him. I decided to take this really slow. If he was gonna give himself to me then the least I could do was make it the best experience possible. I sat between his legs, and, holding on to his waist, brought him closer to me. I kissed him softly on the lips, then slowly made it harder and harder. I held his head firmly in my hands, and kissed down his jawline, I heard him moan softly as I kissed my way down his neck, over his Adam's apple, and onto his collar bone. I ran my hands up and down his six pack, and let them slowly linger lower and lower, until finally I could run my hands around the base of his cock. His was thicker, and slightly longer than mine, and it was the most beautiful cock I'd ever seen. I leant down and licked it once or twice, slowly taking it from the base to the tip. After a minute or so, I felt Jared's hands on my shoulders, pulling me back up to face him. "Ok, Kev, I know you're trying to make this easy on me, I do. But, thing is, I actually do want you inside me sometime tonight, so, how can I say this nicely? Go quicker." He said sheepishly. I leant my head down and our foreheads touched. We both chuckled, then I got down to business. I moved back down again, and lifted his legs up into the 'V' again. I don't know how many people do this, but I love to lick a guy out before I fuck them, it loosens them up a lot, and I knew Jared would need that. I couldn't have been more right. In front of me was the tightest hold I'd ever seen or tasted. As I put my tongue in, he groaned, and I felt his hands clutch at the bed sheets. I tongued him for about two or three minutes, before pulling out, and kneeling between his legs. I took my cock in one hand, and put it against his hole, ready to slide in. Then I leant forward, and put my hands down on either side of his shoulders. I slowly pushed my hips forward. Jared started breathing harder and faster. Finally, just before the head of my dick pushed in, his eyes clamped shut, and his jaw started clenching really hard. His forehead broke out in perspiration. I started to pull back. "NO!" He opened his eyes again as he shouted at me. "But I'm hurting you." "No, I want this, please Kevin." He looked at me with a desperate plea in his eyes. I don't know why he wanted this so desperately. I nodded, and slowly started to probe inwards again. Finally, the head pushed in. "Aaaaahhhh." Jared groaned, it was pain more than anything. I couldn't imagine Jared in pain, he was the strongest person I'd ever met. But right now, there was the proof that he wasn't invulnerable, and it felt terrible, I felt like I was the one piercing him, literally and figuratively. I felt like shit. Jared still had his eyes clenched shut, but his breathing had slowed. It wasn't going to get much worse, the thickest part of my cock was already inside him. Then his eyes slowly opened. I tried to look away, but he grabbed my chin and forced me to look at him. "What's wrong?" He asked. I looked down at him, and I could feel the tears in my eyes. "I'm hurting you, I don't like this Jared. I feel horrible." I responded. "Kevin, I really want this. But, if you really don't want to do this, I understand. I wouldn't want to put you through any pain either." I felt his hands wipe the tears off my face, and I saw more tears starting in his eyes in sympathy. Then I had an idea. "Jared, I'm just gonna pull out for a second, I've got a couple of ideas." I slowly eased out, and I saw Jared grimace as the rim passed over the head of my cock. It finally came out with a pop, and he groaned in release. I climbed off the bed, and went into the bathroom. I picked up some lube from the shelf in there, and went back. I laid down on the bed, on my back this time. "Jared, come here." I told him. He climbed over to me. "Straddle my waist." He did. "Can you lube me up?" I poured some into his hand, and he turned around and started spreading it up and down my shaft. I in the meantime was doing his ass. I put some just around the rim, and then pushed one, two fingers inside. I slowly let it melt in all the way around, then pulled out. "Are you done?" I asked him. He turned around again. I think he knew what my idea was, as he got in perfect position. I gripped hold of his waist with one hand, and held my dick with the other. He started to lower himself when I nodded. The head went in easier, and the shaft filled his tight hole to its limits, he was so tight, I felt like I was going to explode. He hit the bottom, and groaned, it wasn't as laboured as before, definitely more satisfaction than pain. Gripping his waist, I slowly pushed him up and off my cock, and he used his legs to join in. His glutes flexed tightly as he moved away, and it milked my cock for all its worth. He looked so hot like that, his abs clenched tight into his eight pack, his pecs hard and smooth. I gripped tighter, sat up and wrapped my arms around his waist. We continued to move together, and he started slamming back into me, his tight ass still milking me. I didn't last long. A few seconds later, I was pumping hard and groaned as I released a load into him. He did the same, and it hit me on the chin, and in the face. I fell back on the bed, and he stayed upright. I could feel him flexing his butt, each side separately, and it created a really erotic rolling effect, which had me at full mast again in no more than a minute. He never went soft, so we were soon at it again. This time though, I took charge completely. I sat up, then carried on going. Soon, he was on his back in the same position as we started in. I pushed in, and pumped a few times, and soon I had him moaning. It felt good to give him the type of pleasure he gave me all the time. I'd never heard anyone moan as much as Jared, he got extremely vocal. After a couple of minutes, I felt his legs wrap around my waist, and urge me on. I went at it like that for over 10 minutes. Sweat was dripping from my hair, and I was leaning down and kissing Jared, and talking to him occasionally, asking him if it felt good, if he felt as good as I did, that sort of thing. I carried on for another 20 minutes, Jared felt so good beneath me, it was like every time I looked down at him, I got a second wind, or a third wind, it just kept getting better. Jared used his butt muscles to massage me more and more, and finally after about forty minutes of constant pounding, Jared grabbed me around the shoulders, pulled me down to him, and bit me in the shoulder as he released his load all over his abs. The intense pain in my shoulder, along with the pleasure as his ass contracted around my dick over and over had me cumming too, and I deposited another load inside of him. I slowed to a stop, and then practically fell off of him. "Wow." I mumbled. "Yeah, wow." Jared answered. When I looked over at him, he had glazed over eyes. "I love you Jared." "I love you too Kev, I'm so tired now." "Me too, good night Jared." I leant over and kissed him gently. Then we moved to our own pillows, we were too hot and sticky too sleep next to one another now. I passed out almost right away. End of Chapter 35 TBC... Well, that's chapter 35. I hope everyone enjoyed it. I have the next chapter all planned out, but nothing after that. How much further I write really does depend on how many people email me! I want to know how many people really like this story, and if you do, tell me! Even if it's just an email with "Keep on writing" as the subject line (if you're really lazy you can just copy and paste that onto the email! But please, say something, it would be really helpful!