Date: Sun, 9 Jul 2000 19:35:09 -0700 (PDT)
From: WIP MAN <worknprog@yahoo.com>
Subject: Bad Boy B-Rok: The Stripper Movie Part 6-12

Well, this is the next section to Bad Boy B-Rok: The Stripper Movie. Um,
I really don't have tons to say here. So let's start with--If you're not
allowed to read this story for whatever societal, legal or self-inflicted
restriction--don't. This story is only fantasy and holds no truth
whatsoever, blah blah blah. As always, if you need to e-mail me for any
reason, I'd love to hear from you. The addy is worknprog@yahoo.com! Also,
I got an e-mail from a person going by "Zulu"--sorry I didn't respond
dude, but I accidentally deleted your e-mail. Forgive me? Thanks for the
e-mail though, it was greatly appreciated! If you (r)e-mail me about THIS
section, I promise I'll reply! (Ofcourse you can tell I took my time to
get this section out--as you suggested) :-) And CheerJess, I got your
last e-mail, too. I accidentally deleted it, so if you'll e-mail me again
when you read this, I promise to write back this time. Here's the story:


"I'm gonna be a wheel someday, I'm gonna be somebody. I'm gonna be a real
gone cat, then I won't want you. And everything's gonna go my way. I
won't need nobody. I'm gonna be a real gone cat, then I won't want you.
You can cry while you were high high high. If you were wondering why I
don't look at you when I go rolling by. I'm gonna be a wheel someday, I'm
gonna be somebody. I'm gonna be a real gone cat, then I won't want
you."~Sheryl Crow.



Bad Boy B-Rok: The Stripper Movie
By-Lep



(Part 6)

"Not right now, Brian." I groaned sleepily and waved my hand in front of
my face.

For about a full second he left me alone. But then I felt the lips and
tongue on my face again. I shut my eyes tightly and rolled over.

"Damnit, Brian. I'm trying to sleep." I giggled slightly as I tried to
get him to leave me alone.

My rolling away from him didn't deter him. I felt him kissing me again,
running his tongue along my lips.

"Stop it!" I was beginning to get angry as I moved my head away.

Brian just kept on kissing me.

"Brian, I'm going to beat the shit out of you!" I stated angrily, opened
my eyes quickly and grabbed his head.

As soon as I opened my eyes, I was shocked. Brian had grown big floppy
ears, a muzzle, and needed a shave badly.

"My, my, my Brian. You're such an animal." I said dryly as I looked at
the huge dog laying on the bed with me.

The dog just cocked it's head to the side, then lapped its tongue out at
me, licking me across my cheek. I groaned and laughed at the same time,
then rolled out of the bed. The dog, which I could tell was atleast part
golden retriever, laid on the bed and watched me as I stumbled into the
bathroom. I leaned up against the sink and looked at myself in the
mirror. The bags under my eyes had actually gone away since I'd started
my week off from production. I yawned widely as I stood there. The
mystery dog on the bed looked at me and yawned along with me, then began
to pant loudly. I gave a chuckle, then walked back to the bed and sat
down next to him. I was just beginning to scratch him behind the ears
when I heard a kissing noise in the hallway.

"Here boy." I heard Brian whisper, then make more kissing noises.

I looked down at the dog and laughed to myself as I heard Brian getting
closer and closer to our bedroom, his whispers and "kissy" noises getting
louder. I sat there, watching the door, waiting for Brian to peek his
head in.

"Hey, baby." Brian peeked in the door and smiled widely as he saw me
sitting with the dog.
"Who's this?" I pointed down at the dog.
"Um, well, um. I haven't got a name for him yet." Brian looked down at
the floor.
"Where'd he come from?"
"Someone must have dumped him off. He was outside when I went to take a
walk." Brian answered really quick.

I just sat there and looked at Brian, giving him a look like I knew he
was lying.

"Okay, so I got him from the pound. But someone dumped him THERE." Brian
looked up and smiled at me.
"Oh lordy." I looked down at the dog and patted him briefly.
"Well I was watching the T.V. when I got up and they had this spot about
all the dogs at the L.A. shelter that needed homes. And, well, I figured
we could use a dog." Brian tried to state his case to me.
"Brian, he takes up more room on the bed than you do!" I laughed and
waved at the sprawled out dog.
"So?" Brian laughed with me.
"You should've have just gotten Tyke back from, oh, who's-e-what's-it."
"Leigh Anne?" Brian smiled at me.
"Yeah, the cunt." I smiled evily.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah." Brian giggled and walked over to sit down next to me
on the bed.

I looked down at the dog, then at Brian, then back at the dog, then at
Brian again. I could tell Brian was dead-set on keeping the dog and was
already in love.

"Brian, we're in Barb's house. We can't have no dog here." I tried to be
logical.
"Well, can I tell you something?" Brian got a serious look on his face.
"Um, sure baby."
"I've been thinking about this for awhile now. I've been wanting to go to
the next level with you, Matt. And I mean, marriage is not an option for
you right? You have something against it, right?"
"Right." I agreed quickly.
"Well, I thought that the next step considering that would be kids or a
dog." Brian stated it bluntly.
"Okay, we can keep the dog." I laughed loudly.
"I thought you'd feel that way." Brian smiled and wrapped his arms around
my shoulders.
"What brought this on? Back in the day you said you didn't want any
kids." I nuzzled his neck.
"Yeah, but I started to think about how much fun it would be to try and
knock you up." Brian teased.
"Oh really?"
"Yep. I thought you'd look cute nine months pregnant." Brian laid his
hand on my stomach and rubbed it slowly.
"I'm much too vain to get pregnant, you'll have to carry the baby." I
teased back.
"Seriously, baby. Why don't we have a kid?" Brian looked up at me, then
leaned down to kiss my stomach.

I moaned lightly and ran my hand through Brian's hair.

"Brian, as much as I'd enjoy letting you knock me up, there's something
you're missing here." I sighed.
"What?" Brian replied, then went back to kiss my stomach.
"Girls have babies. Guys don't. Do we need to have that talk about the
birds and the bees again?" I teased, then ran my hand through his hair
again.
"I know that, silly." Brian punctuated the sentence with another kiss to
my navel.
"Then what?"
"There's always adoption."
"Good lord." I laughed lightly.
"But I'd still like to try and knock you up." Brian looked up at me
evily.
"Not in front of the children." I replied and patted the dog.
"I don't think he'll tell anyone." Brian smiled up at me and began to
hook his hands into my boxers.
"Brian..." I grabbed Brian's hands and held them where they were.
"Yes, baby?" Brian leaned down and kissed my navel, then looked up at me.
"I'm not saying yes right now." I stated. "It's a big step, ya' know?"
"Will you think about it?"
"Can we get rid of the dog if I say yes?" I smiled.
"No." Brian laughed.
"God, I'm here trying to make a deal and you're just not working with
me." I laughed and leaned down to kiss him on the tip of his nose.
"This means alot to me, Matt. All I'm asking is that you think about it."
Brian said seriously.
"I'll think about it. Anything for you." I replied.
"Now can I try to knock you up?" Brian leered up at me evily as he began
to slide my boxers down.
"If you must." I teased with a wide smile.
"Well I don't have to, but he might kill me if I don't." Brian smiled up
at me as he pointed down at the very visible tent in the front of his
khakis.
"Oh no! We can't upset HIM!" I laughed.

My laughter was cut short as Brian roughly pushed me back on the bed and
jumped on top of me. The dog made a "yip" sound and dashed off the bed to
places unknown. I was about to laugh at the dog, but Brian grabbed my
hands and held them over my head on the bed and began to roughly grind
his crotch against mine. I gently thrust my hips upwards as Brian leaned
down and gently kissed me, then slowly slid his tongue between my lips.

"You scared your son." I smiled as Brian pulled away, then slowly rolled
my hips up to meet his again.
"Daddy will apologize to him later." Brian grinned, then leaned down to
kiss me again.
"If you're daddy, does that make me mommy?" I giggled as I leaned up to
nibble on Brian's neck.
"Well, you are the bitch in the relationship here." Brian punctuated his
smart assed remark by quickly pushing me back on the bed and pulling my
legs up on his shoulders.
"Daddy, don't make mommy show you what a bitch is, k?" I reprimanded him
as he slowly begin to rub his crotch against my slightly upturned ass.
"Ooooooh, kinky." Brian grinned evily, then leaned down and kissed me
roughly, shoving his tongue in my mouth.

I moved my tongue into Brian's mouth, letting my tongue roll around with
his. I reached behind Brian and grabbed his ass, pulling him tighter to
me. I began to rub Brian's ass roughly, then pulled my mouth away from
his and moved my lips down to his neck. I began to suck on his neck, then
licked my way up his neck to his ear and slowly began to nibble on his
earlobe. Brian drew air in through his teeth as I worked on his ear.

"Oh yeah, Matt." Brian groaned heavily into my ear as I sucked on his
earlobe.
"This isn't really fair." I stated as I let go of his ear, leaving it wet
and glistening.
"What's that, baby?" Brian heaved as I rubbed his ass and looked up at
him.
"Well, here I am naked and ready for you to make love to me, and you
haven't even taken your shirt off." I explained as I reached up and
slowly tugged at the collar to his shirt.

Before I knew what happened, Brian had ripped off his shirt and had
thrown it towards the closet, then got off me and let me lay my legs out.
He straddled my waist and looked down at me with passion in his eyes.

"What about the pants?" I grinned up at him.
"I thought you might take care of that for me." Brian smiled
mischieviously.

I leaned up on my elbows, then looked at Brian, taking him in. I let my
eyes pan down from the top of his head, to his neck, to his chest, down
to the button of his khakis. I looked up at him intently as I slowly
unbuttoned his pants and rolled them down over his hips. As soon as I had
his pants rolled down as far as they'd go with Brian sitting atop me,
Brian stood up, towering over me as I laid on the bed. I got up off the
bed into a kneeling position, making sure to keep my eyes on Brian's as I
reached up for the waist of his pants again. I smiled up at Brian as I
yanked his pants down quickly, almost making him fall over on the bed.
Brian eyed me reprimandingly as I reached up and slowly pull his boxers
down. As his cock was released from it's confines, it flipped up and hit
his stomach, making an audible slapping noise. I helped Brian out of his
boxers, then laid back on my elbows, just watching him as he stood above
me, completely naked.

"Well you gonna come down here or not?" I smiled up at him innocently,
with my tongue in my cheek.
"Oh, I'm definitely going to come down there." Brian grinned, then
practically fell on me.
"Well if that wasn't subtle." I laughed, but was quickly silenced by
Brian's lips.



(Part 7)

It won't be long, you know.
What are you talking about?
You know you fucked up, Matt.
I fucked up?
Still don't know anything about covering your ass, do you?
Who the hell are you?
Still haven't figured it out, have you?
Figured what out?!?! What do you want?
Why don't you answer your phone?

BRRRRRRRRRRRRIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIING!

"Holy shit!" I practically jumped out of bed.

My chest was heaving and sweat was pouring off my forehead. I looked
around, seeing nothing but black. The house was completely dark except
for the little bit of moonlight that was streaming through the skylight
over the bed.

Just a fucking dream.

BRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRIIIIIIIIING!

"Jesus Christ!" I jumped as Brian sat up in the bed and flipped the light
on. "How many times does it have to ring before you answer that thing?"

I looked at Brian, then the ringing phone on the bedside table. I just
glanced at Brian, then slowly walked over to the phone. Surely it I
didn't dream the phone was going to ring. That wasn't exactly plausible.
As I reached to pick up the phone, I stared Brian in the eyes, sure my
fear was showing. The sweat ran like a river down my brow as Brian rolled
his eyes, waiting on me to answer the phone.

BRRRRRRRRRRRRRIIIIIIING!

"Well?" Brian sighed.

Instead of picking up the phone, I shoved it, knocking it to the floor,
the reciever falling off the cradle in a clatter.

"What is up with you?" Brian smiled nervously as I slowly sat back down
on the bed.
"Just a bad dream, I guess." I whispered as I looked at the phone on the
floor.
"Want me to make it better?" Brian asked seductively as he crept up
behind me on the bed and wrapped his arms around me, nuzzling my neck
with his face.
"Can you?" I smiled to myself.
"If you want me to." Brian whispered in my ear and slowly nibbled on my
neck.
"Definitely, baby."
"Sorry, but I can't." I felt Brian move back from me slightly.
"Do what?" I laughed and turned slightly to look at Brian.

What I saw immediately scared me. Brian's face was completely pale,
almost as white as a sheet of paper. And his eyes were completely black
and sunk into his face. His teeth were yellow and pointing, twisting his
mouth into a wolf-like shape.

"You should've answer the phone, Matt." I screamed as Brian lunged at me,
his fangs bared.



"Damnit, Matt! Wake up, already." I felt someone shaking me roughly.

Without even opening my eyes to see who it was, I jumped out of the bed,
swinging my arms in all directions, as if fighting off some invisible
man. I kept flailing my arms for a couple seconds and backing up quickly
until I slammed into the wall, hitting my head, and stopping dead in my
tracks. My chest was heaving as I breathed in and out, afraid to open my
eyes. I stood there, with my (probably bleeding) head against the wall,
gasping frantically to catch my breath. Finally I opened my eyes, my
chest still heaving, to see Brian looking at me calmly from the bed, the
sunlight shining bright through the open window.

"Bad dream?" Brian stated subtley.

I didn't answer, I just stared at him, waiting for him to turn into a
werewolf again. I finally got my breathing under control, but just stood
there, silent.

"Baby, you really shouldn't sleep this late, it makes you act odd." Brian
laughed as he hopped out of bed and walked across the room, laughing at
me, to the bathroom.

I exhaled heavily as I heard Brian lift the lid of the toilet and start
to conduct business. I sighed as I walked over to the bed and plopped
down beside the still sleeping and as of yet un-named dog. I sat there
with my head in my hands for a few seconds before I felt a head lay down
in my lap. I opened my eyes to see our new dog look up at me, his head on
my leg.

"What are you looking at?" I giggled and rubbed him behind the ears.
"Baby, I've got a great idea." I heard Brian shouting from behind the
closed door.
"What?"
"Let's go to India."
"Huh?!?" I laughed.
"Let's take a trip to India. Or Tahiti... maybe Costa Rica." Brian
shouted back.

I got up from the bed and went to the bathroom. I opened the door to see
Brian slathering on shaving cream.

"Tahiti?" I looked at him and laughed.
"Yeah, Tahiti." He looked at me and grinned through a face of white foam.

I shrugged my shoulders and hopped up on the counter top, next to the
sink. I ran some water in the sink, then shut off the tap. I grabbed
Brian by the waist, and pulled him between my legs. I wrapped my legs
around his waist, then grabbed the razor. I slowly and carefully began to
slide the razor down his left cheek, the foam disappearing.

"I must really trust you." Brian smiled as I swirled the razor in the
sink to clean it off before going back to his face.
"I wonder why you'd trust me?" I crossed my eyes and made a silly face
before sliding the razor down Brian's cheek again.
"It's sorta nice having someone to do this for you."
"Don't be too thankful, we're going to shave your ass next."
"Funny, ha ha." Brian didn't think it was funny.
"You gots a rug growing back there, baby." I laughed as I swirled the
razor in the sink again.

Brian reached up and ran his finger through part of the foam on his other
cheek and quickly dabbed it on the tip of my nose.

"You dork."
"That's what they call me." I smiled.
"So, how about the trip?"
"You want to take a trip? Why not Hawaii, or Australia ... or even
London?" I asked.
"Anyone can go to those places. It'd be quite something to go somewhere
third world-ish." Brian grinned proudly.
"Well, why don't we go Sarajevo and see if we can find any old land mines
by playing hop scotch?" I laughed.
"Just as long as we get to go somewhere--fine." Brian agreed.
"I was teasing."
"Well, what's wrong with India?"
"A billion people in a country a third the size of the U.S.? Well you do
the math on that one Einstein."
"Okay, so it's a little crowded." He laughed.
"If there was an award for subtlety...."
"Hey, you finish production on your movie in two weeks. I don't have
anything going on for a month or two. Why not?"
"Don't use logic with me, Brian. It's no use." I grunted.
"Am I going to have to hurt you?" Brian cocked an eyebrow evily.
"Be careful baby, I might like it." I laughed as I began work on his
chin.
"Come on. Just promise me we'll take off and get away for awhile." Brian
grabbed my hand and held it in his, keeping me from shaving anymore.
"Jeez, Brian. You're just springing everything on me today. First the
smelly dog, then kids, then a vacation."
"It's just one of those days."

I just stood there and stared at Brian, trying to figure him out. I
watched his big blue eyes stare back into mine, and I began to melt.

"Fine, we can take a damn vacation." I laughed and yanked my hand away
from him.

Brian just beamed at me as I began to finish my job with his shaving.

"There you go. Now I can tell you and the dog apart." I leaned forward
and kissed Brian on the tip of his nose.
"So, we've successfully slept until noon today. Where shall we go to
eat?" Brian slid from between my legs and began to wash his face off in
the sink.
"The Y?" I smiled evily and looked down at his crotch.
"You get one day off and just want to waste it in bed?" Brian scolded me.
"It's not a waste if you're in the bed with me. Duh." I retorted.
"Well, even though you're stroking my ego, I insist we get out of the
house."
"Oh, fine. Let's just do whatever Brian wants to do today." I teased and
hopped off the counter and out of the bathroom.
"Just go get your fine ass dressed." Brian laughed as I walked into the
bedroom.



(Part 8)

"So, what time do you have to be on set tomorrow?" Brian asked as he
sipped his margarita.
"Not until noon. I think they're doing some extras shots, so they won't
need me."
"Good, 'cause I failed to tell you about the big surprise tonight." Brian
smiled across the table at me.
"Um, you got us a cat, too?"
"Okay, mister smart pants. If you keep getting fiesty..." Brian began.
"Okay, okay. Tell me." I laughed.
"The guys are coming into town."
"WOO HOO!" I screamed loud enough for the whole restuarant to hear me.

Brian just laughed as everyone turned to look at me.

"Excited?"
"Ofcourse! I haven't seen them in a couple months." I replied anxiously.
"Well, they're going to be here in like two hours." Brian stated as he
looked down at his watch.

I just sat there and stared at him.

"What?" Brian cocked his head to the side.
"Well, this is a special occasion. Can't I have one drink?" I asked
mischievously and looked at his glass.
"But you've been doing so good."
"I know, but you gotta have fun every once and awhile." I grinned.
"Oh fine. I'll go get you a drink." Brian laughed and got up to go to the
bar. "What do you want?"

My cell phone rang from deep within my backpack right after Brian
finished asking.

"A vodka tonic." I answered and began to dig thru my backpack for my
ringing cell phone.
"Aight, I'll be right back, baby."
"'kay." I responded as I finally found my phone.

I fumbled for a minute to get it to flip open, then hit the send button.
I pulled the phone up to my ear.

"Hello?" I spoke into the receiver as I picked up a morsel of food off my
plate and popped it into my mouth.
"Miss me?" I heard a man's voice ask.
"Is this Nick?" I asked excitedly.
"No."
"Kevin?"
"Not even close, Matt."
"Okay, A.J. Stop playin' around! What's goin' on, boy?" I laughed.
"Third strike, you're out." The man stated in a sinister voice.
"Then who is this?" I asked, turned slowly around in my seat to look at
the people around me, trying not to look too stupid.
"You can't see me, can you?" The man followed up with a maniacal giggle.
"Come on, who is this?" I asked nervously.
"If I told you who I was, wouldn't that ruin all the fun we're having?"
"Listen, buddy. You've been fucking with me for the last three months,
and I still haven't seen you do anything but call my cell phone and make
like a stalker. Give it a rest already. I'm getting tired of making time
for your stupid ass...."
"You'll see plenty soon."
"Is that supposed to scare me?" I gave a pride-filled laugh.
"I could kill you right now if I wanted to."
"Then why don't you?" I stated calmly.

The man didn't answer.

"Oh yeah, that's right. You're probably in some other state. You're
probably some dumbass little teenage jack off that doesn't have anything
better to do than to jack off to my pictures and still lives with his
mommy and daddy." I laughed again.
"You're boyfriend's back." The man stated.

I looked up to see Brian set my drink down and take his seat next to me.

"I can see you, but you can't see me. But just wait, you'll be seeing
plenty of me very soon." Then the caller hung up.

I pulled the phone away from my ear, and looked down at it. I hated to
admit it, but after months of these calls, I was started to get spooked.
They were getting worse and worse as the days went by. I was getting the
calls on set, at Barb's house, in taxi's, while I was at
conferences--just about anywhere you could think of.

"So, who was on the phone?" Brian asked, waking me from my thought.
"A.J." I thought quickly, as to not let on to Brian.
"What did that retard want?" Brian asked as he sipped at his drink.
"I don't know. He was just calling to fuck around." I sighed, and took a
huge gulp of my drink.
"Slow down, baby. I don't want you to be shit-faced when the guys show up
later." Brian laughed.



(Part 9)

"Hey, Barb just paged me." I stopped Brian dead in his tracks as I looked
down at my beeper that was hooked onto my front pocket.
"Well, can't she wait until we get the guys?" Brian moaned.
"Boy, you know I haven't heard from her in a week."
"Then she can wait another fifteen minutes."
"Just go meet the guys and meet me back here." I laughed and pointed to
the food court at the entrance to the airport.
"Oh fine, leave me all alone." Brian teased.
"Just do it." I smiled evily as I walked towards the food court.

I sat down at a vacant table in the corner and dug my cell phone out of
my pocket as I watched Brian walk towards the terminal where the guys
would come in at. I dialed the number on my pager and waited for someone
to pick up.

"Hello?" I heard Barb's voice.
"Yes, this is Pierre at Ho's For Hire returning your call." I replied in
a French accent.
"Hey, Matt!" Barb squealed.
"No, no, no! This is Pierre! I'm calling to tell you about our specials!"
I insisted.
"Okay, Pierre. What do I get for fifty?" She played along.
"I'll keep taking care of your house while you stay on your three month
long vacation. For one hundred, I might water your plants."
"What about two hundred?"
"I'll ditch Brian and take care of YOU!" I replied with a low, sexy
voice.
"You're awful, you know that?" Barb laughed loudly.
"Well, duh! So what's up Shasta McNasty?"
"Guess what?"
"I hate it when you say that. Then I know I ain't gonna like what I
hear!"
"Well, sweetie....I'm going to be gone for another month." Barb sighed,
knowing I was going to chew her out.
"Damnit Barb! I've already been here for three months! Brian wants to
take a vacation in a couple weeks when production is done. Where are you?
I'm at the airport. I'm gonna hop a flight and come deliver you a smack
down." I spoke in a rant.
"I bet you haven't been laid in about a week." Barb retorted.
"Oh, now that was definitely hitting below the belt. I can't believe
you'd call me and ask me to stay at your house for another full month and
then insult my ass after I done stayed there for three months already.
Your plants are gonna die lady! Your lucky you don't have any pets. I'd
kill them and mail them to you!" I kept ranting.
"So, you'll stay and watch my house?" Barb asked sweetly.
"Ofcourse!" I replied cheerfully, acting like I hadn't just cussed her
out.
"You are too crazy." Barbara was laughing so hard I thought she'd choke.
"I know, I know." But if you call again in a month and say you're not
coming back, it's gonna be your and me, missy." I threatened her.
"Okay, okay. Hugs and kisses. Tell Brian I said 'hi' and give him a big
hug for me." Barb responded.
"Aight, bye bye." I stated before quickly hanging up the phone and
sliding it back into my pocket.

I stared down at the top of the table, wondering how I was going to break
it to Brian that we couldn't take a vacation for a month. I took my thumb
and began to scratch at the tabletop where the paint was already begin to
flake away. I sat there for several minutes, just scraping away paint and
thinking about things to myself, until I felt someone tap me on the
shoulder.

"Aren't you Matt Thompson?" The person asked before I could even look up.
"Yeah, that would be me." I replied sweetly, then looked up to see Nick
standing by my side.
"Well, I just wanted to know if I could have your autograph!" Nick smiled
goofily and looked down at me.
"Sure, sexy. Whatcha got?" I played along.

Nick didn't respond, he just reached for his pants and began to unbutton
them.

"Okay, we're not going THERE!" I stopped him quickly with a loud laugh.
"Fine. If you don't want to sign my ass, I don't care." He huffed and sat
down in the chair next to me.
"Maybe next time, dude. I just ate though." I teased.
"So what's up, mister movie star?"
"Working my ass off and missing you buttholes." I smiled and leaned over
to give him a hug.

Nick returned my hug, but seemed to latch on. He practically choked me he
was hugging me so hard.

"Damn boy." I giggled as I managed to pull away.

I noticed the smell of whiskey on his breath as his face went by mine.

"Thanks, Matt. I needed that." Nick sighed.
"Did you and Jack have a fight?" I asked, waving my hand in front of my
face.
"Huh?"
"Your breath, dude." I laughed.
"Oh, yeah. Well A.J. and I are sorta on the rocks." Nick hiccupped,
adding a perfect hint of comedy to his explanation.
"Shit. What happened?"
"I told him he needed to squash the rumors that he's dating Amanda. He
said he wouldn't 'cause he didn't want anyone to know he was gay, yet.
And I told him he didn't have to tell the world he was gay, but he needed
to set things straight that he wasn't dating that nasty skank..."
"Nick baby, slow down." I put my hand up.
"I'm sorry. I'm just upset is all." Nick sunk into his chair.
"I'm sure A.J. will come to his senses and decide to set things
straight." I suggested.
"I hope so. I haven't gotten any for two weeks." Nick grinned evily.
"You are so bad." I laughed at him.
"Duh."
"So, where's Brian and the others?" I changed the subject.
"Getting the bags. Should we go out to the limo?" Nick asked, shrugging
his shoulders.
"Not to disappoint you, but we're in Barbara's car."
"Moving down in the world, are we?"
"I guess. And no, it doesn't have a wet bar in it. You'll have to wait
until we get back to Barb's house."
"Fuck." Nick stated mildly.
"My thoughts exactly."
"Here they come." Nick waved his hand towards the terminal.

I looked over to see Brian walking towards us with a big smile on his
face, the guys trailing behind him. A.J. was clearly upset as well. I put
on my brightest smile as I watched them come towards us.

"Well it's about time! I haven't seen you guys in forever." I remained
cheerful as I stood to hug each one of them.

Each one of the guys seem to be only mildly upbeat. I think all of them
had had something to do with A.J. and Nick having problems.

"Why don't you guys head on out to Barb's car and put your bags in the
back. Matt and I will meet you out there." Brian suggested as I pulled
away from my last hug with Kevin.
"Alright. Come on guys." Kevin took charge like always, and the four of
them headed out towards the parking lot.

Brian and I stood there, watching them walk out of sight. Finally, when
they were out of earshot, Brian turned to me with a frown.

"I hope they cheer up while they're here." Brian shook his head.
"Is this all just because of A.J. and Nick?" I asked.
"I guess so. Nick and A.J. have been staying at the apartment with Kevin
and Howie. I guess everyone has gotten to hear a few fights in the middle
of the night."
"We'll cheer them up tonight, baby." I smiled, trying to be positive.
"I hope you have a plan, 'cause I sure don't know what to do."
"Come on, boy. Leave it up to Ole Matt." I grabbed Brian by the arm and
headed out to the parking lot.



(Part 10)

"So, how have things been?" I asked A.J. as I pulled a shirt off the rack
in front of me and held it up against my chest for him to grade.
"I like that one. Things are okay." A.J. squinted at me, aware that I was
hinting.
"That's good. Any news to report?" I avoided eye contact as I slid the
draped the shirt over my arm and kept looking.
"Okay, so Nick and I are having problems!" A.J. said loudly enough for
the people outside of the department store to hear.

A.J. immediately regained his composure and looked around to see if
anyone had heard him.

"Prozac moment?" I asked blankly as he turned back to look at me.
"I'm sorry. I just haven't slept in like a week." I could tell he was
telling the truth when I looked at his bloodshot eyes.
"So....what's the big deal? Tell the press you aren't doing Amanda. No
biggie." I explained as I pulled another shirt off and held it up.
"No, I want that one." A.J. snatched the shirt away. "It's not that easy.
They're gonna want to know why, when, and who I'm dating now."
"Tell them it's private. I mean, I know you've had to deal with the press
longer than I have, but whether you tell the truth or not, they still
make up stories anyway. So just tell them it's none of their business and
let them speculate. It's not like you haven't had that happen before."
"You sound just like Kevin."
"Probably because Kevin was right and so am I." I laughed.
"I know you're right, Matt. I know Kevin was right. But I'm just scared
is all." A.J. sighed.

I just turned and looked A.J. up and down.

"What?" He asked.
"Scared? You with the body art and piercings? Getting poked with big
pointy metal things doesn't bother you, but the threat of being outted
does?"
"You know what I mean." He laughed.
"Pussy." I pretended to have an attitude.
"What? Oh no you didn't!" A.J. teased back.
"Oh yes I did, bitch. Whatcha gonna do?"
"I'm going to......"
"Yes?" I turned to look at him.
"I'm going to go apologize to Nick." A.J. headed towards the door to the
store.
"Better go do it whilst he's drunk. He might give you a little sumpin
sumpin." I replied.
"Hey, Matt?" A.J. strolled back up to me.
"What, babes?" I looked up from the clothes rack.
"You know, you really are a good friend."
"Thanks, boy. But you know Kevin told you the same thing I did." I
smiled.
"Yeah, but it always sounds better coming from you." A.J. grinned widely
and headed towards the exit.

I picked out a couple more shirts before I realized I was being watched.
I don't know how I noticed, but I was pulling a shirt off a hanger to
"inspect it" and I accidentally dropped it. I cussed to myself, since my
arms were already full of shirts and jeans, but bent down to pick it up.
As I crouched down to grab it, out of the corner of my eye, I saw a pair
of legs on the other side of the rack of clothes. The rack was sorta
tall, but not so tall that I wouldn't have seen the person there while I
was standing. I stayed squated there for a moment, looking at the pair of
legs, thinking miscellaneous thoughts. I started to get spooked, and
slowly stood up and looked across the rack. There was no head to go with
those legs. Just when I was about to push the rack to see if anyone
moved, a head slowly poked up, as if someone standing back up from
squating like I was. The person had on a hat, and he kept his head tilted
down enough so that I could not see anything but a pair of lips beneath
the brim of the hat.
I don't know why, but something about the whole incident made cold chills
run up and down my spine. I turned away from the person and quickly
walked over to the cashier. Nervously, I pulled out my credit card and
paid for my purchases. The girl behind the register almost fainted when
she realized who I was, but I tried to act like it was no big deal. I
didn't want to draw any attention to myself. As soon as I had my bags in
my hand, I walked back, past the rack I was previously standing at. I
noticed that the same man wasn't there anymore. I don't know why, but
this spooked me even more than before. I didn't bother to look for him, I
just left the store as quickly as possible, slamming the door behind me.
I had walked several steps before I looked back, making sure I wasn't
being followed. The man wasn't there, but there were hundreds of people
walking around me down the corridor of the mall. I turned my face back to
look ahead and walked a little further, feeling a bit safer.
I looked back a second time, and practically froze. The man in the hat
was following me. The hat still hung far enough down so I couldn't see
his whole face, but it was the same guy from the shop. For a split
second, I thought it might just be a coincidence that he's walking behind
me. But after that split second, another word entered my mind. Stalker.
Then another. Murder. I quickly began walking towards Old Navy. Brian was
there. I'd be safe with him. The quicker I walked, the more often I
looked back, only to see the man with the hat coming closing to catching
up with me. I don't know how it must have looked, or what possessed me to
do it, but I began running, sliding between people walking in front of
me, jumping over anything in my path, and slightly pushing people here
and there. I saw the sign to Old Navy in front of me, and looked back a
final time to still see the man right behind me, running to keep up.
I turned my head back around just in time to see Brian right before I ran
face first into him, throwing us both to the ground with a "thud".
Instead of getting up slowly and seeing if Brian was okay, I turned over
quickly and looked back to see if the man was still there. I didn't see
him, but the crowd had certainly gathered around Brian and me.

"Jesus Christ, Matt!" I heard Brian groan from the floor to my side.

I whipped my head around like a jittery bitch and saw Brian slowly
sitting up, holding his head.

"Oh, shit! I'm sorry Brian!" I exclaimed, finally realizing what I'd
done.
"Are you two okay?" A woman standing with the rest of the people around
us knelt down to ask.
"I'm fine. Are you okay, Brian?" I looked over to see him shoot me a
'fuck you' look.
"What the hell are you guys doing?" Kevin pushed through the crowd and
looked down at us.
"Matt just ran right into me!" Brian accused me as he was slowly pulled
up off the floor by Kevin.
"Brian, I told you I'm sorry." I gushed as I peeled myself off the
ground.

I looked around to see all the people watching us, feeling quite
embarassed by what I'd just done. I was so embarassed, I almost forgot
that this run in was caused by me running from "the man".

"Jeez, your nose is bleeding, Brian. Come on." Kevin hauled Brian away
from the crowd by the arm. "Come on Matt! Sorry, folks. The show's over."

Kevin sure knew how to take charge. I looked back a final time over my
shoulder as I followed the guys. The man had mysteriously vanished. How
was I going to explain this to Kevin and Brian? I just kept my mouth shut
as I trailed behind them towards the bathroom, carrying my multitude of
bags in my right hand.

"Goddamn, Matt! What the hell did you have to run me down for?!?" Brian
was half-serious, half-teasing.
"I didn't mean to. I didn't realize I was going to run into you." I
explained as I sat my bags on the sink, then squated down to make sure no
one was in the bathroom stalls.
"Well you did. Like a fuckin' truck." Brian laughed.
"I'm sorry, baby. I really didn't mean to." I walked over to him and
Kevin and gave him a kiss on the lips.
"What got into you?" Kevin asked. "I saw you come running all the way
from JC Penny's."
"I guess I just got a little spooked...."
"Shit, I'm gonna spook you sometime and let you try out for the
Olympics." Brian teased, then cringed and Kevin dabbed at his left
nostril with a paper towel.
"Aight, enough jokes."
"Well, he's right Matt. I don't think anything, short of mowing Brian
down, was going to stop you." Kevin laughed.
"Why couldn't you have run into A.J.? You could've knocked some sense
into him." Brian helped Kevin tease me.
"Actually, A.J. said he was on his way to make up with Nick before I left
the store." I sighed.
"Well thank God. And I think you've stopped bleeding now." Kevin replied
as he threw the paper towel in the trash next to the sink.
"Guys, can we head home now? I think I'm ready to leave this place. It's
no wonder I got the creeps, we're in the Beverly Center afterall. All the
anorexia and bulemia can really really scare you." I laughed.
"Yes, we can gather up the guys and head home." Brian grabbed my hand and
led me towards the bathroom door as he laughed with Kevin at my previous
statement.



(Part 11)

"We've had a good day, haven't we?" Brian walked out of the bathroom
wearing just his boxers.
"Yeah. But I'm a tired bitch." I replied over the top of the book I was
reading.

I was already curled up in bed reading a book with our new dog's head
laid on my stomach, sound asleep. I closed my book as Brian slid
underneath the covers next to me and laid it on the bedside table.

"Well, you'll be happy to know that Nick and A.J. are in there fucking
right now as we speak." Brian laid his head on my chest with a giggle.
"I'm glad to hear that they made up," I started as I began to run my hand
through Brian's hair, "but I could've gone the whole night without
knowing that they're getting it on in Barbara's bedroom."
"They better not be the only ones that got it on tonight." Brian spoke
with a hint of horniness in his voice as I stroked his hair.
"They won't be baby." I smiled.
"Oh really?" Brian lifted his head from my chest and looked at me.
"No. I'm sure Kevin's in there getting a little sumpin from Howie as we
speak." I couldn't help it, it was too easy.
"Oh, you are such an asshole." Brian laughed and grabbed his pillow,
swatting me in the face.

I grabbed the dog's head, as if shielding him from danger.

"Brian! You're going to hurt our son!" I scolded him fakely as I held
onto the now awake dog.
"Well he better move, or he's really going to get hurt when I jump you."
Brian all but yanked his boxers down.
"Fuck the dog." I said with a smile, shoving the dog out of the way.
"That's what I'm talking about!" Brian laughed and practically fell on
top of me.
"Baby, I have something to tell you before we do this." I spread my legs
and planted my feet on bed, my knees sticking up in the air.

Brian's body was now comfortably cradled between my legs, his hardening
cock pressing into mine.

"Yes, baby?" Brian whispered before leaning down to bury his face in my
neck.
"I love you...," I paused, then finished my sentence before Brian
could,"more."
"My thoughts exactly, sexy." Brian gave me a wicked grin.

Brian and I stared into each others eyes for what seemed like an
eternity, just exchanging a look that only two people that truly love
each other would understand. Brian slowly lowered his head back down to
my neck. I moaned softly as Brian nibbled and kissed my neck, slowly
working his way to the middle of my chest. I ran my fingers through
Brian's hair as he pulled my shirt up and over my head. Brian wadded up
my shirt and threw it towards the corner of the room, gave me his
mischievous grin again, then moved his attention back to my chest. He
kissed his way to my left nipple, and softly kissed it, then slowly
swirled his tongue around it, making both nipples--and my cock--perk up.
When Brian felt my cock poking into his stomach, he looked up at me with
another grin and slid down my body until his face was right over my
crotch.
Keeping his eyes on mine, Brian hooked his fingers into my boxers. I
lifted my hips slightly, almost making his chin touch my clothe covered
cock. Slowly, as if to tease me, he slid my boxers down. As soon as the
boxers slide past my dick, it sprung free, slapping my stomach, leaving a
trail of precum on my bellybutton. Brian threw my boxers at my shirt and
leaned down quickly to lap up my precum from my stomach. I raised my hips
again as I moaned, my cock slipping across Brian's neck.

"You ready, baby." Brian asked me as he teased the piss slit of my cock
with the tip of his finger.
"God yes, Brian." I groaned loud enough to wake the neighbors.

Brian didn't waste anytime. He firmly grasped my cock, then lapped up the
dribble of precum off the head of my cock, then took me into his mouth. I
immediately grabbed onto the back of Brian's head and began thrusting my
cock into his throat, almost gagging him each time my cockhead hit the
back of his throat. I could hear Brian's muffled groans each time I
thrust into his mouth, but he had me so hard, I couldn't help taking
advantage of the situation. I thrusted a couple more times before letting
go of Brian's head. Brian immediately yanked my cock out of his mouth,
causing a "plop" sound.

"Oh, you're going to pay for that, mister." Brian looked up at me, a line
of drool on his chin.
"I hope so." I shot back a grin.

Without another word, my legs were yanked up on Brian's shoulders, my
asshole wide open for Brian's attack. Brian balanced my legs on his
shoulders as he reached down and yanked his hard cock out of the fly of
his boxers. He held the head of his cock at my opening, and slowly begin
to push into me. I grabbed handfuls of the sheets and closed my eyes
tightly, trying to hold back the urge to scream in pain as Brian's
cockhead entered me. A loud grunt escaped Brian's tight lips as he began
to shove another inch of his cock into me.
Brian pushed harder and harder, inch after inch of his long, thick cock
sliding into me. After several seconds and thrusts, I felt Brian's balls
connect with my ass. He didn't even stop for a second. Immediately, he
pulled out, then slammed his cock back into my ass. Thrust after thrust,
I didn't think I could hold my screams any longer. Brian saw the pain in
my face and quickly leaned down and planted his mouth over mine, shoving
his tongue in my mouth. Brian kissed me passionately, swirling his tongue
with mine, taking my mind off of the pain below. Slowly, the pain
subsided and was replaced by that unbelievable pleasure I could remember
from the first time he took me. I let Brian thrust into me a couple more
times, then pushed as hard as I could, turning him on his back, leaving
me on top of him, sitting on his fat cock.
I sat on Brian's cock and leaned down, shoving my tongue in his mouth,
giving him a kiss back before beginning to move up and down on his hard
cock. I began to ride Brian roughly, my ass making slapping sounds each
time I came back down on his thighs. I pulled away from Brian's mouth and
looked up at the ceiling and groaned loudly as his cock filled every
crevice of my ass on each movement down on him. Just when I thought I was
going to cum without even touching my cock, Brian's firm hand grabbed
ahold of me, immediately making the precum flow from the slit. Brian
began to jerk my cock in time with the movements of my hips. I knew at
the rate we were going, I was gonna cover Brian's stomach with a load
before long.
I tried to hold back, not wanting to shoot before Brian filled my ass
with his load. Before I could even think twice about it, I felt Brian
tense up and thrust upward, almost bucking me off of him. I suddenly felt
the warmth entering me, his cum filling my ass. I could feel his cock
jerk and twitch inside of me while he filled me with his cum. I couldn't
hold back any longer, I groaned loudly, then let go. My cock exploded,
covering Brian's still jerking fist with hot white cream. Brian kept
jerking until the last dribble of cum came out. Brian slowed down his
jerking, but kept massaging my cock as I sat there on his dick, looking
up at the ceiling. My load was sliding from Brian's fist down his
forearm. Finally, I got my senses back and reached behind me. I held onto
Brian's cock as I lifted myself off of him, then laid down on top of him,
my cock slipping out of his fist.

"Jesus Christ.." Brian managed to groan.
"Praying to God won't make it feel any better, baby." I quipped as I
kissed him softly on the lips.
"Matt, you're too much." Brian laughed as he grabbed onto both sides of
my head and gave me a deep kiss.
"I love you, baby." I sighed as I pulled away and laid my head on his
chest.
"I love you more." Brian stated in his triumphant voice.



(Part 12)

Clack. Clack.

I rolled over in the bed and clutched onto Brian in my half-awake state.

Clack.

I buried my face in Brian's chest and pulled my hand up quickly over my
other ear, covering it tightly.

Clack. Clack.

I sat up in the bed, half-awake. Brian didn't even stir. I struggled to
adjust my eyes to the dark bedroom. I sat there for a minute, listening
as closely as I could, waiting for the sound again.

Clack.

I jumped as the noise rang through the house again. I cautiously slid my
legs over the side of the bed and got up, not waking Brian. I walked
towards the close bedroom door and opened it slowly. The door uttered a
low "creak" sound as I opened it. I stood there at the open door peering
out for a minute before the sound echoed up the stairs again.

Clack. Clack.

I almost slammed the bedroom door and ran back to bed with Brian, but
managed to stay where I was without being too much of a chickenshit. I
stepped out of the bedroom and peered down the dark hall. The light from
the moon shining through the few windows scattered about the hall were
casting menacing shadows on all the walls. I spotted the stairs at the
very end of what seemed like a very long walk at the moment.

Clack.

The sound came from downstairs and blew up the stairway, down the hall,
then right into my heart as if it were searching for me all along. I
don't know how, but I managed to begin walking towards the top of the
stairs. With every step I took, it seemed like there was another "clack"
sound imminating from somewhere downstairs. Just a floor beneath me,
there could be a burglar, an axe murderer....stalker.
I got to the stairs and took the first step down, pausing as I heard
another "clack". I slowly took another step, then there was another
noise. Each step I took down the stairs was punctuated with a "clack"
noise.
I finally got to the bottom step and was in the den, staring into a vast
room of nothing but darkness. My eyes hadn't adjusted yet, so all I could
see was blurry shapes shrouded in darkness.

Clack. Clack. Clack.

The noise was coming from my right. In the kitchen. I was about to walk
in to see what was going on, then there was a new noise. The sound of a
glass object hitting the tile floor.

CRASH.

I stopped, dead in my tracks. I had never felt true fear until this
moment. I knew that the man from earlier at the mall was in Barb's
kitchen, yeilding a butcher knife, ready to stab me to death. I couldn't
run back up the stairs and get Brian though. He didn't even know anything
about this. Besides, if the guy in the kitchen was going to kill me, he'd
kill Brian, too.
I began to walk very slowly towards the door to the kitchen, not knowing
what to expect. I got to the door to the kitchen and was about to push it
open when I saw the table next to me. On the table was a candlestick. It
wasn't very big, but I figured that if there was a guy with a knife in
there, I had a chance of beating the shit out of him. On the other hand,
if he had a gun....'oh fuck it' I thought to myself and grabbed the
candlestick. I took one last deep breath and quickly pushed the kitchen
door open.

"What the fuck?" I whispered to myself when I saw the site before me.

The window and shutters over the sink were open, the shutter slapping
back and forth against the house with the wind.

Clack. Clack. Clack.

On the floor in front of the sink was one of Barbara's plants, the pot
smashed to smithereens. The wind blowing the shutters back and forth must
have knocked it off the window sill. I sort of smiled to myself as I
walked over to the open window, being careful not to step on any of the
broken pot in my bare feet. I reached outside of the window and pulled
the shutters back and latched them. I breathed a sigh of relief, knowing
I had solved the problem, then pushed the window down and locked it. I
braced my hands on the sink and bent my head, my eyes closed, thanking
god I suppose. Then I felt a hand grab my shoulder. Without even thinking
twice, I swung around, the candlestick held up high--and swung.

"Matt!" Nick ducked just in time, stumbling back against the fridge and
falling down.
"Oh, holy shit." I cupped my hand over my mouth, realizing I had almost
just brained Nick with my weapon. "Oh, Nick, I'm so sorry!"

I ran over to the fridge and bent down next to him, hoping he was okay.

"Damn, boy. What is this? Clue?!?! Matt in the kitchen with the
candlestick?" Nick made a poor attempt at a joke.
"I thought you were a burglar. I mean, the shutters making that noise
woke me up, then I came down here and saw shit smashed up. Well, I
thought someone was in the house." I explained quickly.
"Well, you're lucky. It was just little ole me prowling about." Nick
slowly stood with my help.
"I'm sorry. Really I am." I smiled, hoping Nick wouldn't punch me.
"It's okay. A.J. is always swinging something at my face." Nick gave an
evil grin.
"Ugh. I didn't need to hear that." I gave a small laugh.
"Well, I guess since I survived, we should clean this up, huh?"
"I guess so." I replied as I walked over to the pantry and got the broom
and dustpan.

In just a few short minutes, Nick and I managed to have all the shards
from the pot in the dustpan and all the dirt swept up. The plant on the
other hand was going to be going to vegetation heaven I was afraid.

"Thanks for the help." I apologized to Nick again as I dumped the dustpan
in the trash.
"No problem. I'm just glad you didn't kill me." Nick laughed.
"You won't be so lucky next time." I teased as I put the dustpan and
broom back in the pantry.
"Yeah yeah, like I'm 'fraid of you."
"Come on, boy. Let's head back to bed." I slapped Nick on the back and
switched the light off as we headed towards the kitchen door.
"Aight, but I get the fluffy pillow." I could see Nick's grin in the
dark.
"You're such a pervert." I laughed.
"I know, bad joke."
"It's alright. I'm just glad it was YOU that opened the window." I
laughed loudly.

I laughed for a few seconds before I realized Nick wasn't laughing back.

"What are you talking about, Matt? I thought YOU opened the window. I
didn't open it....."



To Be Continued(in less than five months this time, I swear)....


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