Date: Mon, 08 Feb 1999 19:39:49 PST
From: bussymorgan@yahoo.com
Subject: 98 Degrees: Drew's Love
Here's a story that in no way or how represents the group 98 Degrees's
sexual preferences. Please take this as a work of fiction, and buy
their albums! I hope you enjoy it- email me with comments! thanks!
Happy reading,
Chrissy
bussymorgan@yahoo.com
98 Degrees: Drew's Love
"Ah Hah!" I thought as I stowed away in the tiny towel closet, this
will be the perfect place to hide until the boys get on the bus. I was
in and I was in heaven! I couldn't believe it! I was on their tour
bus! The very same one Nick, Jeff, Justin, and my favorite, Drew.
"Wonder when they'll be here..." my mind asked repeatedly. There sure
were a lot of fans at this meet and greet session before tonight's
concert!
I heard a door open and shut toward the front of the bus. "This is
it!" my mind screamed. I heard footsteps and then another door shut.
My heart began to flutter. What if they were mad that I was on their
bus? What if they thought I was a freak? I mean their typical fan is
usually younger than 17 and certainly not male. I tried to calm and
console myself that if they did have me thrown off the bus at least I
got a chance to be on here and see them up close. Just in case- I
stuffed a towel from the closet in my coat pocket. I mean it's not like
I expected for any of them to like me much less Drew fall madly in love
with me and whisk me away to take my "virginity". All I wanted was a
chance to meet them away from the crowd and maybe see how they really
are.
From the day I found out about the concert I begged my older sister,
Angie (the coolest sister in the world) to help me get tickets. The
best she could do was 10th row floor. Then I heard they were having a
"meet and greet" autograph session for exclusively picked fans. My
sister's good for nothing (well, except tickets and autographs)
boyfriend, Bill, works security and cleanup at the concerts sometimes.
He got me a t-shirt in advance and my name on that exclusive list.
Things got even better when she told me he was working security for
their bus. I knew what I had to do! After some blackmail and promises
I got in here.
I began to think, "I didn't work so hard just to get on here and
hide in a closet! I am Brandon John Everhart and I am on the bus of the
greatest band alive!" I decided to come out and face them. I started
to leave my hiding place when I heard the door open and shut at the
front of the bus again and voices walking my way. I chickened out and
scurried back to the closet. There was one of them. Justin Jeffre! I
felt like screaming! He was with a slender dark-haired man in cowboy
boots, jeans and a t-shirt. I was trapped in the room with them once
they shut the door. I was afraid to breathe.
"Justin," the other man began as he massaged the 98 Degree member's
shoulders. "Don't be upset you aren't the most popular one. If you
were, I'd have to be jealous. And besides- you know you'd rather have
me all over you than a gaggle of screaming little wet pantied girls."
"You're right as always Ben!" Justin said, giving him a long,
lip-locking kiss and groping his crotch.
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"Hey Superstar, is that door locked?"
"Why yes cowboy, I do believe it is." Justin quipped with humor in
his voice, unbuttoning his shirt.
"Lemme see that hairy chest baby!" the cowboy said as he pulled
his t-shirt over his head. "You want the boots on or off this time?"
Justin took a step back and considered. "Nah... Leave em on! And
your jeans too. Looks like someone had to pour you into them this
morning."
"And this is a bad thing?" he replied.
"Didn't say that... They sure do make your ass look fine!" Justin
said in his deep voice, taking the cowboy's smaller-than-average meat
from his jeans and pushing them down a bit so it sprung out. The man in
the boots began rubbing Justin's chest up and down as Justin gave him a
hand job, applying lube from a nearby cabinet. The man was quite
obviously hard.
"Come on baby! We don't have a lot of time!" He tugged Justin's
khaki's off revealing an impressive piece of meat. It was probably 9
inches and roped with veins.
Justin bent over and braced himself on a nearby chair. "BEN!" he
groaned as the cowboy expertly sank into his hole.
I couldn't believe what was happening. Here, right before my own
eyes was a superstar idol of mine having his ass fucked by a nobody. It
really turned me on and as they were making noise, moaning and grunting,
I quietly shifted in my hiding place and unzipped my pants. My cock
sprang out eagerly. I stroked my hardening meat as I watched the two
men make love. My cock grew to it's full length of 7 and a half inches
and began seeping with slick precum. I wanted to make noise of my own
but I knew that that would spell disaster for me before I even got the
chance to meet Drew. I had to be content with listening to the noises
of the men in the room.
"YES BEN! PUMP ME HARDER! FILL MY ASS YOU COWBOY BASTARD!"
"QUIT BITCHING SUPERSTAR! I'LL FILL YOUR ASS WHEN I AM DAMN
READY!"
Ben grabbed Justin around the waist and began rocking his ass back
onto his cock fast and hard. I continued to stroke my throbbing member
while watching the man's face contort as he came to the brink of orgasm
in Justin's ass. He bellowed out, "DAMN IT JUSTIN JEFFRE!" as he shot
his load into the singer. Justin howled loudly and fell foreward,
taking Ben's juices and shooting his own as he did. I even squirted my
own wad, biting my tongue so hard it bled so I wouldn't make a noise.
This was hot! I watched as the cowboy laid next to Justin and ran his
finger down his back and into the star's crack.
"Better get dressed baby. The boys will be on the bus in a few."
Justin grabbed Ben and gave him the most passionate, tongue-filled
kiss I had ever seen. When they finally broke I thought I saw a tear in
Justin's eye. Ben helped him up and quietly slipped out of the room.
Justin grabbed a towel from the chair (WHEW!) and headed to the tour
bus's shower.
I replayed the events in my mind and stroked myself off again, only
to be interrupted by a door opening, the noise of about 500 screaming
girls and the voices of my gods. Nick, Jeff, and Drew!