Date: Wed, 23 Aug 2000 21:58:41 -0700 (PDT)
From: Chase Donovon <chase_donovon@yahoo.com>
Subject: 2Gether

Author's note: 2Gether and the characters in the MTV movie and TV series
are trademarks of and copyright Keystone Productions and MTV Networks.
This is not meant to imply anything about the sexualities of any of the
actors who play these roles.  Now, enjoy yourself!


  Q.T. McKnight moaned softly as his hand worked it's
way up and down his hard five inch cock. The warm
water from the shower head cascaded down over his
soapy body as the youngest member of 2Gether, his eyes
tightly closed, stroked himself slowly and firmly.

 He'd been in the shower for nearly half an hour now,
coming close to a climax three times already but
pulling back from the brink at the last moment each
time. He wanted the feelings that were builiding up
inside of his body to last for as long as possible.

 "Q.T.! How you playin' me, man?? I gots to use the
bathroom!" His band mate, Mickey Parke, banged loudly
on the bathroom door, but Q.T. didn't break his rhythm
at all.

 His soft moans and the squishing sound of the soap
between his fingers, wrapped tightly around his cock,
were very loud in the confines of the shower as Q.T.
began to stroke a little faster. He was approaching
the breaking point once again, and this time he knew
he wouldn't back off.

 "Q.T.! Now, damn it! If you don't come outta there,
I'm gonna have to bust this door down!" Mickey yelled
again, pounding on the door with a fist and kicking it
with his foot at the same time.

 "Come in," Q.T. said softly, not loudly enough for
Mickey to hear. But the image of his band mate barging
through the door and stopping in shock as he watched
what was happening in the shower sent Q.T. over the
edge. An eruption of hot cum splattered against the
wall of the shower as an exclamation of release and
pleasure shot out of the singer's mouth.

 Q.T.'s climax left him feeling momentarily weak and
he wanted to sink down to the floor of the shower and
just sit there for a few minutes, letting the hot
water massaging his aching arm and shoulder.

 "Q.T.!" Mickey's voice had taken on an edge of
pleading mix in with usual bravado. Smiling to himself
and feeling the warm afterglow of a good stroke
session, Q.T. stepped out of the shower and whiped the
steam from the bathroom mirror.

 He sighed as he looked at his reflection. 'Still too
scrawny!' Q.T. wished he had a body like Mickey's, or,
even better, one like Jerry's. Even Chad had a more
built physique, Q.T. knew.

 "How am I ever going to get any looking like this?"
Q.T. muttered to himself as he wrapped a towel around
his waist and walked across to the bathroom door.

 "'Bout time, fool! What you got to be takin half
hours for? You aint got much to wash on dat little
body!" Mickey said as he hurried into the bathroom and
slammed the door behind him.

 Q.T. looked across the hall at Chad Linus, who was
standing in the doorway of his room, and rolled his
eyes. Chad smiled and then watched intently as Q.T.
turned and walked down the hall to his own room.

 Feeling the stirrings inside his khaki's, Chad looked
down at the growing bulge in the front of his pants.
"Oh, no! It's happening again!" Chad turned quickly
into his room and shut the door.

 His brother and fellow band mate, Doug, had told him
about the birds and the bees a long time ago, so Chad
knew what it meant when he got hard like that. But
what he couldn't figure out was why it always happened
when he looked at Q.T. in a towel, or at Jerry walking
around shirtless after a workout.

 "It must be broken!" Chad shook his head as he stared
down at himself.

 Downstairs, Jerry O'Keefe was doing the very thing
that often got Chad into that most confusing state-
pumping iron. As he laid there on the bench and pushed
the heavy weight up into the air and then brought it
slowly back down, feeling the burn in all the right
places, he smiled.

 He was so ripped! He knew his girlfriend Erin loved
his hot body, and she wasn't the only one. Most of the
fans were hot for him, too. Jerry let his mind wander
to his so called competition, the heart throbs of
other boy bands. He let his mind drift over every inch
of their bodies, long since committed to his memory.
Yes, his body was much pumped than Justin
Timberlake's, much harder than Brian Littrel's.
Neither of them had anything on him.

 As he thought of their bodies and how much better his
was, Jerry felt another key part of his body growing
harder. Sitting up, he wiped the sweat from his
forehead and reached for the phone. As he dialed, he
slowly carressed his cock through the thin fabric of
his work out shorts.

 "Erin? Hi. Can you come over? I really need you baby.
I need you so bad," Jerry moaned into the phone as he
stroked himself slowly. As he did so, he thought about
the size of his package. He was sure he must have the
biggest cock out of any boy band member ever. Surely
none of them could beat his eight inches!

 "Okay, baby. Hurry." Jerry hung up the phone and
looked at his reflection in the mirror. Yes, he was
not only a better singer than the competition, he had
a hotter body, and he was sure he knew how to use it
better, too. Often while he was fucking Erin he'd
picture those other guys in his mind, thinking about
their lesser bodies and lesser cocks, and how clumisly
they must use them in bed. They could never satisfy a
woman like he could. They were probably queers anyway.
Jerry O'Keefe was all man, though, and he grinned in
anticipation of Erin's arrival as he slowly rubbed his
cock and checked out his own body in the mirror.

 "All man," he moaned softly.

 (More later! Watch 2Gether on MTV! It's a cool show,
very funny, and the guys are HOT!)