Date: Tue, 21 Dec 1999 21:45:49 EST
From: PMelo22562@aol.com
Subject: chapter 2 of phil and nick

***Disclaimer:  This is entirely written as a work of fiction.  All of it
is false, well the sexuality of Nick Carter at least.  If you are offended
by gay, male/male situations please feel free to leave now.  Also make sure
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			    Chapter 2: Surprise

              I was so excited the night before, that it was like 4:30 in
the morning when I finally dozed off.  It was a bit after 10 o'clock when I
realized how late I was going to be for what seemed to be the happiest day
of my life.  Too excited and anxious to be groggy, I called immediately for
breakfast as I entered the shower.  In what seemed only seconds, I was in
and out of the shower, dressed and eaten breakfast in about 10 minutes.
Adding the finishing touches to my attire, I called ahead to the front desk
to request for a cab be readied for me before I got there myself.  Almost
giddy as a school girl, I made it down to the front doors of my hotel in
less than 2 minutes.  Tipping the door man 5 dollars for a superb job of
hailing the cab, I jumped in and was finally on the way to my dream man's
home.

  It didn't take too long before the cab was pulling up in front of an
awesome house, which could have only belonged to Nick Carter.  The house
was as beautiful as he was in person.  I got off at the gate and paid the
guy while I was taking in the awesome beauty and grandeur of the
house. Jarred back to reality by the cab driver trying to hand me my
change, I quickly took it and rang the bell.

"Who is it?"  I could hear Nick's lovely voice emanate from the intercom.
"Oh, hey Phil.  The gate is open, just give it a little shove.  C'mon into
the house the door is also open, I've been expectin ya."  Then the intercom
went buzzing off.

I did as told and in no time I was right in front of my greatest fantasy
man's front door.  Regardless of what he said, I still found myself
forgetting that the door was open in my excitement.  As the door opened, my
heart was going miles per second.  Moreso as I finally got to see him in
his boxers.  He wasn't dressed to go yet!

"Told ya, it was open."  He gave me a rather delicate half smile and
welcomed me in.  "Come in.  You want anything to eat or drink?  I was just
about to start breakfast."

"No thanks, I had some at the hotel before I came."

"Sorry 'bout looking like this, by the way.  I just got up.  My alarm
didn't go off."  He quickly turned to me with a sly grin but went on into
the kitchen to fix himself some breakfast. "Oh, make yourself comfy I won't
take long."

So I did my best to appear comfortable despite the fact that I was nervous
as hell to be spending a day with Nick Carter.  However as I sat there
looking around, I couldn't help but find myself more relaxed as I noticed
the very chic design and decor of the place.  It was very modern with all
the pleasures of modern society and yet it all fitted a bachelor type
lifestyle.

'Well of course it was wonderfully decorated, he is a damned celebrity for
crying out loud.'  I kinda said to myself as I was lost in thought.  So
deep was my concentration that I didn't notice the blonde babe standing
right infront of me in his boxers!

He snickered a little, maybe used to the 'awes' and 'ahhs' the place must
get.  He then turned his back on me to bend over and pick up the remote.
Boy what a sight!  I could barely contain myself when he turned on the t.v
to some cartoons.

"Here, sit back a while so I can change so we may be on our way oh outta
here."  Nick turned back to me with an adorable smile.

"Well, it's kinda bit of a pity seeing how great this place is." I winked
and smiled at Nicky.  Risking a quick glance to see his reaction.

He gave me a half cocked smile before he ran upstairs to change.

Minutes later, we were on the way.  Touring around the city with my fantasy
man, what more can a guy ask for?  Together we spent the day in his Durango
and drive throughs as we toured from one landmark to another.  Then we
decide to take a little tour around Nick Carter Memory Lane.  He showed me
where he went to school, his facorite hang out places, mostly basketball
courts and bowling alleys, then finally he asked me if I would like to
visit his parents' house.

"Say, I need to get something from the my parents' house real quick.  You
don't mind if we stop by over would ya?"  He asked bashfully only risking a
sideways glance at me, thinking maybe that I would have hated the idea.
But instead...

"Would I?!"  Wait a minute, I said that with too much enthusiasm so I
quickly came back with a feeble, "Sure why not.  I need to stretch my limps
anyway."  And if I wasn't seeing thing, I think Nick Carter was happier
than he let on with my decision.

To Be Continued...

Hey This is Phil.  I hope you enjoyed the second part of my story.  If you
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