Date: Tue, 19 Sep 2000 20:28:05 -0700 (PDT)
From: WIP MAN <worknprog@yahoo.com>
Subject: Bad Boy B-Rok

I'm back again already, aren't you proud? I got an e-mail from JM the
other day, and he was thoroughly surprised at how quickly I've posted the
last couple sections. So, I know all of you readers are shocked shitless,
too. But I've just been having way too much fun writing lately to quit,
so you're all gonna get as much Bad Boy B-Rok as I can dish out for
awhile. I'm sure there won't be TOO many complaints about that one. So,
here we go again. Don't read this story if it offends you, you don't like
it, don't like homo-sex, etc. Because I really don't feel like answering
your petty e-mails. My friends and I can only make fun of them for so
long before they get old. Also, don't read it if it's illegal for you to
do so for whatever reason. All that said--just remember this is also
fiction. I'm not Matt& I ain't datin' Brian--just incase you needed
clarification. Anyhoo, if you have any questions, answers, concerns,
comments, want to say you liked or hated the story, you can e-mail me at
worknprog@yahoo.com! Here's the story--enjoy!


"You can try to suck me dry, but there's nothing left to suck. Just you
try to hold me down, come on try to shut me up. Step and fetch, grease my
hips. I don't even have to pause. I don't really miss God, but I sure
miss Santa Clause. Gutless--you're gutless. Gutless--you're
undressed!"~Courtney Love in the song 'Gutless'.



Moving On
By-Lep
(Part Five)


"I can't fucking believe this!" Brian pushed the door open violently and
stormed into the house.
"Brian, keep your voice down." I stated as Rimbaud and I followed him
into the house and shut the door behind me.
"Who gives a fuck who can hear us?!!?" Brian screamed.

I slowly locked the door and turned to look at him as Rimbaud ran off in
fear towards our bedroom.

"I don't care who hears any of this, but you're not going to scream at
me, either."
"If I were you, you'd be screaming, too!"
"What the hell did I do? I just said I'm going back to work, what the
hell is wrong with that?" I kept my voice as low as possible.
"You knew I didn't want you going back to work!" Brian screamed again.
"Aye Aye, Cap'n!" I stood up straight and saluted Brian.
"Don't be a smartass, I'm serious."
"I am too, Hitler."
"That's not funny."
"I'm not trying to be funny. I'm being serious, too. You're not my daddy,
you ain't in charge, so I'm gonna do what's best for me."
"Do what's best for you?" Brian cocked an eyebrow.
"Well, yeah."
"What about what's best for US?" Brian stated simply.

I didn't know what to say to that, I just slowly walked over to the couch
and sat down. I pulled my cigarettes out of my pocket and lit one,
watching Brian standing a couple feet away from me as I did so.

"Listen, Matt. I just want you to do what's good for us right now. I
don't think you making another movie and me taking off on tour alone is
the best thing right now." Brian walked over and sat on the coffee table
to face me.
"But me taking a ten month vacation from my career while you continue on
with yours is good?" I looked him in the eye.
"You can go back to making movies anytime you want, Matt. You're a great
actor. A ten month hiatus won't kill your career."
"How do you know? Can you honestly say that if you didn't do any singing
or made any new records in a year that your fans would take you back? Or
would they have moved on to some new group?" I asked quickly.
"Honestly, no I couldn't say that, Matt. But why can't you take a
chance?"
"Take a chance that I'll end up unemployed?" I asked with a touch of
sarcasm.
"No, I meant take a chance on me."
"What do you mean?"
"Am I not worth the risk?" Brian cocked his head like a lost puppy--he
knew what to do to get to my soft side.
"Making that face is not gonna work." I leaned back in the couch, trying
not to look at those blue eyes.
"Please, baby? Can't you just give me time to love you without
interuption? I want to wake up to you every morning and be with you every
second of the day. Have you on the bus so I'll have someone to hold when
I'm lonely or scared or just plain needing love." Brian slowly moved over
to the couch to sit next to me.
"I'm not looking!" I turned my head the other way.
"You don't have to look at me." Brian knew he was hitting all the right
buttons. "You don't have to look at my face to know how much I need you
right now."

I kept my face turned away, puffing on my cigarette. Brian just grabbed
my free hand and brought it up to his chest, holding it there with both
hands. I could feel his soft touch and could actually feel the love
radiating from his hands.

"Feel that?" Brian asked.
"Can I feel what?" I turned to look at him.
"My heartbeat."
"Yes, Brian, I can feel it." I sighed.
"You know who it beats for, right?" Brian smiled sweetly.
"You are a such an asshole." I laughed.
"What did I do?" Brian asked innocently as he took one of his hands and
caressed my cheek with it.
"You know what you're doing. Don't play innocent with me, boy!" I looked
him in the eye.
"I'm not doing anything. I'm just being honest." Brian batted his eyes.
"Not to sound rude or anything Brian, but let me ask you a hypothetical
here." I began.
"Sure, baby." Brian laid a hand on my thigh.
"If I take a long vacation and go on tour with you and the
guys--well--what's in it for me? I mean it looks like everything works
out in your favor, and there's nothing for me." I explained my stance
quickly.
"Well, if you come with me, you'll get too be a lazy boy for a year and
not have to worry about running around on the time trying to get stuff
done. You'll get to see places in the world you've only dreamed of.
You'll get to spend time with four of your best friends. And lastly,
you'll get me--every night, in every way you can imagine." Brian didn't
miss a beat as he leaned forward to kiss my neck, slowly moving his hand
up my thigh.
"You sure make it sound appealing." I moaned as Brian sucked gently on my
neck.
"You know you want this, Matt. You just don't want to admit that not
working is appealing. And it's alright to feel that way. Just come with
me." Brian moved his hands up the top of my jean shorts and slowly began
to unbutton them as he breathed heavy on my neck.
"Cum with you, huh?" I smiled evily at him.
"That too." Brian leaned forward and lightly kissed me on the lips.
"Baby, really, I won't have anything to do while on tour with you, I'll
be dreadfully bored." I explained, but returned his kiss, running my
hands up to his chest as he worked on my jeans.
"Any job you want on tour, you can have it. You know you have
connections." Brian laughed a breathy laugh in my ear as he pulled the
zipper down on my shorts.
"Are you serious?" I grabbed his face and held it so he'd have to look at
me.
"Anything you want, baby. I'll do anything to get you to come on tour
with me." Brian reached down and began to pull my shirt up.
"Anything?" I smiled.

Brian just grinned as I raised my arms and he slid my shirt off over my
head. Brian moved over and straddled my lap, a knee on each side of me
planted in the couch. He slowly leaned down and began to suck on my neck
again. I moaned loudly and reached up to run my fingers thru his hair.
Brian pulled back and smiled at me, then moved down and kissed my
shoulder where my scar was, running his tongue over it. He then moved
down to my chest and kissed my other scar. He kept moving down and took
my nipple between his teeth, chewing lightly, then began licking around
it slowly.

"Wait, wait. Brian stop." I was almost out of breath.
"What is it, baby?" Brian looked up at me, his lips moist from his
saliva.
"I know what I want." I slowly reached down and began to unbutton his
pants.
"What do you want, baby?" Brian moaned and looked down at my hands as
they worked on his pants.
"I want to go on tour with you. I want to be with you everyday and love
you everyday, too. And I want to see the world with you."
"Is that it?" Brian looked up at me and smiled in triumph.
"No."
"What else?"
"I want you to make love to me." I smiled wickedly as I reached into his
now undone pants and grabbed his long, hard cock.
"Oh jesus, baby." Brian leaned his head back and groaned.
"And I want you to be careful." I giggled as I slowly began to stroke his
cock up and down.
"You keep doing that baby, I'm gonna blow before I even have a chance."
Brian groaned again and began to move his hips, thrusting his cock in and
out of my fist involuntarily.
"We don't want that, do we?" I pulled my hand out of his pants and
practically ripped his shirt off of him.
"Feeling a little frisky tonight, are we?" Brian grinned evily down at
me, his cock now sticking out of his pants.
"I feel frisky everytime I'm with you, baby." I agreed and leaned forward
to kiss his chest.
"Well, what are we gonna do about that?" Brian reached down and slowly
stroked his cock as I lick around his nipple.
"Stand up, baby." I ordered.

Brian slid off of my lap and stood up in front of me, his cock just
inches from my mouth. He smiled down at me and slowly stroked his cock in
front of my face as I licked my lips and looked up at him. I leaned
foward and pulled Brian's balls out of his pants and slowly began to lick
up and down his sack, still looking up at him as he jacked his cock off
over my upturned face.

"Baby, please...." Brian begged.

I lapped my tongue at Brian's balls a final time then moved my mouth up
to his cock and circled the head with my mouth, slowly running my tongue
around his fat cockhead. Brian groaned and grabbed onto my head for
support. I could feel his knees were getting weak. I just sucked hard as
Brian groaned and began to thrust his cock into my mouth, almost gagging
me.
Brian continued to shove his cock further and further into my mouth, his
cockhead hitting the back of my throat on each thrust. I stopped trying
to slow him down and reached up to play with his balls, my other hand
going around and holding onto his ass. Brian began moaning loudly as I
rolled his balls around in my hand and massaged his ass. His thrusts came
quicker and quicker. He was thrusting so hard, I let go of his balls and
they began to slap my chin over and over. I watched Brian's balls and saw
them drawing up tight to his body. I knew he was gonna blow anytime.
I quickly tried to pull back to keep Brian from cumming already, but he
had a death grip on the back of my head. Brian kept thrusting harder and
harder into my mouth. I reached up and put my hands on his hips and
pushed away quickly. My mouth came off of his cock with a "plop" sound.
It was too late though. Brian came as soon as his cock was out of my
mouth. The first shot hit my nose and dripped off, the second squirted
into my open mouth and the third shot slathered my chin with creamy jizz.
I didn't stop, I just grabbed Brian's cock again and kept jerking his
hard shaft until the last bit of cum shot out onto my lips.

"Oh shit, baby. I'm sorry." Brian looked down at me sincerely.
"Shhhhhhh..." I silenced him as I kissed the tip of his cock, making him
shiver.

I grasped Brian's cock firmly and began to rub it into my face, wiping up
all the cum he had spewed. Brian looked down at me and groaned as I wiped
his cum off of my lips with his sensitive cock. As soon as my face was
clean and Brian's cock was covered with his own cum, I gave a final lick
on the tip of his cock and stood up.

"I'm sorry, baby. I didn't mean to..." I silenced Brian with a finger to
his lips.

I leaned forward and slowly kissed Brian. I slithered my tongue into his
mouth and let him taste the shot that had landed on my tongue. Brian
grabbed the back of my head and pulled me into him, shoving his tongue
into my mouth and cramming his cock into my leg. I broke away from Brian
and bent down, pushing my shorts down to my ankles, then stepping out of
them. I turned around, and pushed Brian down on the couch into a sitting
position. I slowly straddled his lap, stroking my own cock as I looked
into his eyes.

"I want you to give me another load--just somewhere else, baby." I smiled
evily and leaned down to suck on his neck.

Brian moaned and reached down to my cock. He yanked my hand off of my
cock and begin to furiously stroked my cock. I pulled away from Brian's
neck and smiled evily at him and reached behind me and grasped Brian's
slimey cum covered cock and held it against my asshole.

"Oh god, Matt." Brian looked at me and moaned.
"I'm gonna ride your cock 'til you blow another wad in me." I leaned down
and whispered sluttily into Brian's ear.
"Goddamn, baby. You make me so fucking hot." He moaned back.
"You like it when I get nasty, don't you?" I whispered again and pushed
down 'til just the head of his cock was in my ass.
"FUCK!" Brian screamed as his cock pushed past my ring.
"I can get as nasty as you want, baby." I breathed into his ear as I
lowered myself further onto his cock.
"Just take my cock, Matt." Brian surprised me by turning his face to look
at me, then pushed down on my hips as he thrust upward, shoving all of
his length into me.

I just groaned in ecstasy as Brian took charge, making me take all of his
cock into my ass. Brian thrusted upwards a couple more times, then
quickly threw us both down on the couch with me on my back and him
between my legs. I quickly reached behind Brian and grabbed his ass,
shoving him deeper into me.

"Get ready to take my dick, baby. I'm gonna fuck you 'til you can't
walk." Brian got as nasty as he could.
"OH FUCK!" I screamed in pleasure as Brian plowed into me, the length and
width of his cock stretching me to capacity....


(Part Six)


"I can't fucking believe this!" Barb paced in front of me in her office.
"You know, Brian said the same thing." I tried to laugh, but when Barb
snapped her head to look at me, I got silent.
"Matt, you're throwing away two and a half years work to go on tour? What
the hell is wrong with you?" Barb threw her hands up in the air and sat
down on the edge of her desk facing me.
"It's not like that..."
"It's gonna be like that, Matt. You know it and I know it. Some people
take vacations, then they come back to find out that vacation is
permanent. Wanna know why?" Barb stared at me.
"Why, sugar?" I was sarcastic.
"Because they come back, and everyone's forgot about them, and no one
gives a fuck about them anymore--that's why!" Barb screamed, then walked
around behind her desk and plopped down in her chair.
"Give it up for Miss Drama Queen 2000!" I began clapping.
"Matt, you know this is a bad idea." Barb condescended.
"Hey, listen Barb. You're my manager."
"Yes, and I'm telling you this is a bad idea." Barb shook her head.
"Well, why don't you try managing without me for awhile." I stood up.
"You're serious, aren't you?" Barb's eyes got real wide.
"Well, I didn't come over here just so I could jack around with you and
Scott." I pointed out the door at her assistant.
"My God, Matt. Does Brian know you're going to throw your career away?"
Barb jumped up.
"It was actually his idea."
"Oh good lord." Barb fell back down into her chair.
"Hey, listen. I'm not under contract with anyone--including you--so I
just came by as a friend to let you know that for the next ten to twelve
months I'm not going near a studio." I stated quickly. "But I guess I'll
be on my way, sweetness."

I headed towards the open office door.

"Matt, listen." Barb stood up and ran over to me.
"Yes'm?"
"Just," Barb tentatively reached up and hugged me, "just call me when
every now and then to let me know how you're doing, alright?"
"You know I will, miss girl." I laughed and hugged her tightly.
"Love ya'." Barb whispered in mye ar.
"I love you, too. But I'm gonna be back, and we'll knock 'em on their
asses again." I laughed as I pulled away.
"Okay, just send me postcards or something."
"I will." I began to walk away.
"And if you bring me any cheesy tourist trap shit, I'm kicking your ass!"
Barb hollered after me.

I smiled to myself as I walked down the hall, passing office after office
of agents and managers alike. I made my way out to the lobby, and was
greeted by the limo driver.

"Are you ready?" He asked as he stood and put his hat back on.
"Yeah, I need to go to the Paramount lots." I stated as I followed him to
the front door.
"Yes sir." I didn't feel like correcting him on the 'sir' thing as he
opened the front door for me.

As soon as we got on the street, the people rushed us. I guess word got
out that Matt Thompson went into the PRM building, and the crowd
gathered, waiting for me to exit.

"It's Matt!!!" I heard someone scream, then looked up to see the crowd
rush me.

The driver did his best to get in front of me and keep people from
grabbing at me. Ofcourse one man compared to fifty screaming fans was
like a piece of paper keeping someone from getting thru a door. The
driver pushed his way through the crowd, trying to be as nice as he could
be about shoving people away. I held onto his suit jacket tightly as I
followed him to the limo. People kept grabbing at me, almost jerking my
hat, sunglasses, and backpack off of me. Finally, the driver got us thru
the crowd to the limo and jerk the door open and practically shoved me
inside, slamming the door behind me. I quickly hit the locks on each side
of me to prevent the maniacs from getting in. I dug into my backpack and
got my cell phone and quickly dialed Brian's cell.

"Hello?" I heard Brian's voice.
"Meet me at Paramount in like ten." I stated.
"Hey, baby!" Brian laughed. "Why do you want me to meet you there? What's
all the screaming?"
"I have crazy bitches all around my limo, Brian. I need you to rescue
me." I laughed.
"Okay, I'll meet you there in like fifteen, I gotta get Rimbaud back to
the house."
"Aight, hurry up. I want to tell you about the face Barb made." I
laughed.
"Bad boy." Brian laughed. "See ya' in a bit, baby."
"Bye."



(Part 7)


"Matt, can we get another take of that?" Chapman came over the intercom
and waved from the control booth.
"Yeah, anytime you're ready." I looked up from the mic stand I was in
front of.
"Give us a second to set up tape again."
"Okay." I took the headset off and placed it on the podium.

I walked over to the couch set against the wall to my left where Brian
was sitting and plopped down beside him, bringing my legs up to his lap.
I laid my head back against the arm of the couch and acted exhausted,
giving a long sigh.

"Ah, the poor boy is worn out." Brian laughed and held my feet in his
lap.
"I'm ready to go home, baby. I just want to relax. I've had enough noise
for one day." I laughed slightly as I tilted my head up to look at him.
"That bad a day, eh?" Brian lifted his arm to look at his watch. "Boy, it
ain't even one o'clock yet!"
"Yeah, well I've been up since five and I've been all over the freakin'
place already!" I acted like I was gonna kick him.
"Don't make me get you down and spank you."
"Oooooh, baby!" I laughed.
"I thought you'd like that." Brian pinched my leg.
"Well, I just hope they like this next take so we can leave."
"You're forgetting that we have somewhere to be at two o'clock."
"Oh fuck, where do we have to go?"
"We're meeting the guys for lunch, 'member?" Brian cocked his head.
"Oh, well that's okay." I smiled.
"Good. I just hope you hurry your little ass up so we'll be on time."
"I like being called little."
"I know you do, baby. Damn, how long does looping take?" Brian groaned.
"Hey, I have to do this. Believe me, I wish I didn't." I laughed.
"Well all I'm saying is they better hurry."

We both sat there for a minute, just staring straight ahead. We were both
tired and ready to go have lunch and relax.

"I bet you brought MY car didn't you?" I stated out of the blue.
"Huh?" Brian woke up from his dream.
"I bet you brought my car. You're car didn't have any gas in it, and I
bet instead of taking your car and filling it up with gas, you decided to
be a lazy bitch and just bring mine instead, huh?" I laughed.
"Baby, you know me all too well." Brian laughed with me.
"Matt, we're ready for you now!" I heard Chapman state over the intercom.
"Go get 'em, boy." Brian slapped my ass as I stood.
"Yeah, yeah." I laughed as walked back towards the podium.



"I think he should do assistant work." Nick argued as the waiter brought
us our drinks.
"I really don't think so, Nick. PR definitely." Kevin stated like he was
in charge, but still in a giddy tone.
"Can't we let MATT decide what HE wants to do?" Howie laughed.

I just smiled to myself as the waiter sat my cafe mocha in front of me. I
picked up the cup and took a sip as Brian rubbed my thigh under the table
and the guys argued over what I would do on tour with them. We hadn't
even told the guys ten seconds ago that I was gonna go on tour and they
were already arguing. The whole situation was quite funny to me. I didn't
really know if I wanted to "work" for the guys, but I knew that if I
didn't have something to do all the time on tour, I'd be extremely bored.
You can only watch the guys perform so many times before you want to get
a shotgun and take the speakers out.

"Damn guys, just sit back for a minute and breathe." Brian laughed and
squeezed my thigh.
"We're just trying to think of things to help keep Matt busy is all."
Nick defended their arguing.
"Yeah, yeah." Brian teased.
"Well you're all driving me crazy, 'cause I have the perfect idea." A.J.
spoke up then took a sip of his coke.
"Oh god, I'm dying to here THIS." I laughed and sipped my cafe mocha.
"Me, too." Brian smiled.
"Wardrobe." A.J. stated then raised his hands in the air dramatically as
if his idea was straight from God.
"Hey, that's actually not a bad idea." Kevin actually agreed.
"Yeah baby, you can do that." Brian thought it was a great idea, too.
"Wardrobe? So like I'll help pick out your stage clothes and whatnot?" I
asked.
"Yeah." Howie replied.
"Hey, I'll get to see you guys get undressed and dressed." I licked my
lips for dramatic effect. "Yeah, that'll be perrrrrrrrfect."
"Ohhhhh baby." Nick reached under the table and grabbed my other thigh
with a laugh.
"Don't be touchin' my man." Brian queened out and grabbed me around the
neck.
"I've never gotten so much love in my whole life." I laughed as Brian let
me go.
"So, anyway, we've decided we're going to rehearse in O-Town." The way
Howie referred to Orlando made me laugh.
"When do we go down?" Brian asked.
"Well, we fly down Monday. Fatima doesn't get there 'til Wednesday,
though." Nick answered.
"Hello, Monday is five days away!" Brian screeched.
"Chill out, baby." I grabbed Brian's hand and pointed out that people
from other tables were beginning to look.
"Yeah, we know, but we gotta rehearse for three weeks before we go on the
road, boy." A.J. replied.
"So, pretty much what we're saying is hurry up and get your shit packed
and whatever else you need to do." Kevin stated.
"I'm already done. Brian packed my shit last night." I stated just as all
the guys were taking a sip of their drinks.

No sooner had I said it than streams of liquid came spewing out of all
five mouths. I didn't even crack a smile as all the guys spit out the
drinks they had just taken. However, every single person in the
restaraunt turned around in their seat to look to see what all the
comotion was. I just took a sip of my cafe mocha as all the guys reached
for the napkins hurriedly to wipe their mouths.

"Goddamnit, Matt!" Brian couldn't help but laugh.
"Jeez boy, warn us next time." Nick joined Brian in his laughter.
"What, did I miss something?" I put my cup down and looked at them all
innocently.
"You can play innocent all you want." Brian smacked me on the knee.
"Oh good, our food's here." I announced with an evil grin as the waiter
approached our table with a tray full of plates.

All the guys just ignored me for a minute as the waiter dispersed all the
plates to the appropriate people and took back off.

"If you make me spit my food out, I'm jack slapping you." A.J. whispered
over the table.
"Like I'm scared of you." I laughed back at him.
"Baby, just eat your food." Nick smiled at A.J., a grin adorning his
face.
"Brian, what are we going to do with Rimbaud?" I asked quickly, thinking
of the dog.
"We'll take him with us, don't worry." Brian replied right before he
shoved a forkful of food into his mouth.
"Well, isn't it gonna be rough for him riding on a bus all day, then
staying in a stadium the rest of the night?"
"We'll get one of the crew members to walk him, don't worry, baby. The
dog is the least of your worries right now." Brian smiled widely to
comfort me.
"Okay." I smiled, feeling a little bit better.



(Part 8)


"So, what about this one? Keep or throw away?" I asked A.J. as I pulled
on another shirt.
"Don't keep that one." A.J. replied.
"Yeah, it's not my style anyway." I agreed and yanked the shirt off over
my head and threw it on the bed.
"You're exactly right. It's MY style." A.J. laughed as he snatched the
shirt up for himself.
"I should've known that's why you agreed to help me clean out my closet."
"Ah, just try another one." A.J. waved his hand at me.
"I hope Brian and Nick aren't too bored in there." I motioned towards the
living room.
"Hell no, they're in there playing Nintendo." A.J. laughed as I reached
into the closet for another shirt.
"Okay, what do you think of this one? I really like this one." I replied
as I pulled on a long sleeved sweater shirt.

The sweater was a body-hugger, and the sleeves formed perfectly to my
arms, and came down to my thumbs. I always referred to it as my "Ricky
Martin Shirt".

"Yeah, I like that, it's sexy." A.J. replied.
"Good. Now move on to pants." I smiled evily.
"You're such a tease."
"Yeah, well what're you going to do, it's my nature."
"Just make sure you have drawers on. I don't want Brian and Nick to come
in here and see your shit swangin' and start thinkin' things." A.J.
laughed loudly.
"Don't worry, boy."

I reached into the closet and grabbed the first pair of pants my hands
came in contact with. The pair I brought out were my brown cordouroys.
They were always sorta baggy on me, but the waist fit good, so they
weren't droopin' to my ass or anything. I laid them on the bed and
stripped off the khaki shorts I had on.

"I think I got a dollar here somewhere." A.J. sat up on the bed and
grabbed the waistband of my boxer briefs.
"Boy, get the hell away from me." I laughed as I pulled away and began to
pull on the pants.

As soon as I got the pants on a fastened, A.J. gave me a thumbs up.

"Like 'em?" I asked quickly, turning around.
"Yeah, those are cool. Definitely keep those."
"Okay."

I went back over to the closet and took out several pairs of pants.
Without even trying half of them on, I knew I didn't want them. I chunked
the ones I didn't want at A.J. so that he could go thru them.

"You know, I'm really glad you're going to go with us." A.J. stated as he
began holding up pants and examining them.
"Me too." I stated as I dug deeper into the closet.
"Well, I'm glad 'cause it'll be cool to have someone new around on the
tour bus. AND it's good for Brian." A.J. stated quickly.
"Yeah, I figured it'd be good for him." I turned my head to smile at him.
"How do you feel about leaving the movies for this?"
"I'm not LEAVING the movies for this." I laughed. "I'm just taking a
leave of abscence. Well sorta."
"Yeah, I understand."
"I just thought it'd be a good chance for me to get away from all the
people clamoring for my photo and autograph and let someone else suffer
thru that crap. You know, still experience it, but only vicariously thru
you guys." I giggled.
"Good plan, man. Well I'm gonna get on out of here. That's if I can pry
Nickie away from the Nintendo to leave anyway."
"Aight. Well if we don't see you before, we'll see you Monday at the
airport, right?" I turned and asked as I tossed more clothes on the bed.
"Sure thing. Just keep Brian in line 'til then." A.J. smiled.
"You know I will, babes."
"Okay, bye boy."

I kept sorting thru clothes, deciding which ones were going to Goodwill
and which ones were going on tour with me. I heard A.J. having to
practically yank Nick away from the Nintendo over his and Brian's
protests. I heard Nick say something about how he was about to beat
Brian's ass to death something like that, and just smiled to myself.
After a couple more minutes, I heard Brian telling the guys goodbye, then
the door shutting behind them.
Finally, I had all the clothes sorta into two piles and was completely
satisfied with my decision. I knew I could part with the clothes in the
Goodwill pile--which was pretty small--and I knew I had to take all the
others with me. I was about to start putting all the "keeper" clothes
back on hangers when Brian snuck up behind me and grabbed my hips,
pushing his crotch into my ass. At first I jumped two feet high, but then
realized it was just Brian in a horny mood.

"Good lord, boy. You scared me!" I laughed as he leaned forward to kiss
me on my neck.
"Baby, I really need you. Like NOW." Brian breathed heavy on my neck and
spun me around to face him.
"Damn boy, even after last night?" I laughed slightly as I kissed him on
the lips.
"That wasn't enough." Brian moaned as he pushed me down on the bed on top
of the clothes piles.
"Not on the clothes!" I laughed as I spread my legs for Brian.
"I can't help it!" Brian laughed and began to kiss down my neck.
"But baby, I already had these sorted!" I tried to refuse.

Then Brian reached down and slowly began to massage my soft cock thru the
corduoroys I had on.

"Ah, fuck it." I said with a laugh, leaned up to kiss him and reached
behind him to grab his ass....


TO BE CONTINUED....


Well, that's it for now. I know it's a real short chapter, but I just
wanted to make a bridge between Matt getting better and Matt going on
tour with the guys. This seemed like the perfect time to do it. And you
guys can't complain much since it only took me a week to do this, right?
Well, shout outs to Miss "Fruit Fly" Sher(fag hag fag hag), Mattie
boy--yeah you Mr. Bess, Jon(good to be talkin' to you again), Dennis,
Jesse (little m, big ORGAN) Morgan, and anyone else I forgot. Love you
guys, blah blah blah. If you want your kiss, IM me or sumpin. Well
anyway, if you have anything you want to say, or HAVE to say, e-mail me
at worknprog@yahoo.com! Take Care, Lep.