Date: Tue, 08 Feb 2000 15:37:10 EST
From: That's The Way I Like It <bsb_stories@hotmail.com>
Subject: By My Side Chapters 1-2

Yes folks, I am writing another Backstreet Boys story, but it
will be very different from "Changes."  Not so depressing!  More
just plain ol' sex and silliness.  I hope people like it.  Please
note that the story is set in 1994 and the narrator will switch
around from character to character, although it will mostly be
from Brian's point of view.  I hope it's not difficult to figure
out who is "speaking."

Please don't read this if you have a problem with gay sex.
This is a work of fiction and does not imply anything about the
habits, personalities or sexual orientations of any real life
people who are used as characters in the story.  I really
appreciate any feedback, suggestions and criticisms about this
and my other story ... Thanks and enjoy.  :-)  -- May


CHAPTER ONE

Please allow me to introduce myself.  One day I'll be a celebrity,
but I'm best known right now as that guy in your social studies
class who's the shortest guy on the basketball team, liked to
sing in church and makes a mean batch of hush puppies.  I'm 19
years old and I'm on a mission ... the perfect lay.

Now before you go thinking I'm shallow, keep in mind that sex
with Brian Thomas Littrell could be compared to a religious
experience.  I like to think I'm doing community service in a
perverted kind of way.  I'm well built, athletic, and I have
the stamina of a pro football team (now that is a fantasy I'd
like to explore in more detail at a later time).  Dishonesty
and comments about short people don't fly with me, but
otherwise I think I'm pretty tolerant.  After all, my Backstreet
brothers are all at least as demented as I am.

We're starting a tour in Canada right now and can I just say,
it's really fucking cold here?  We'll do some stops in the
Maritimes and then a whole shitload of appearances in Quebec.
We seem to have some kind of angle on that market.  Kevin will
be thrilled 'cos he can speak a little French.  That's my older
cousin, well, I call him Kevin usually, or sometimes Kev.
Bone calls him Train because he's so fucking dead-set on
what he wants.  D calls him KFC and that's short for Kentucky
Fucking Chicken ... there's a story there.  Frack calls him
Boo Boo.  That's pretty bad, but it's nowhere near as bad as
what Kev calls Frack.  Bunny.

I never really thought about it before, but I guess we don't
call each other by our real names too much.  Yes, if you're
wondering, Kevin and Nick are together.  They know where they
want to get married, what colour they want to paint their back
porch, everything.  Of course, Nicky, Frack, Bunny, Blondie,
Kaos, whatever you want to call him, is only 14, and he and
Kevin have both slept with other people.  But who am I to
judge their relationship?  I just hope they don't slip up and
call each other Bunny and Boo Boo on stage.  Kevin's already
been yelled at for slapping Nick's ass one time too many.  Not
that all of us haven't done it.

We're all pretty much queer, if that was your next question.
Howie and A.J. are bisexual and Nick claims to be.  He is
always talking about boobies.  But he's such a fucking pansy,
he wouldn't have any idea what to do with a woman.  A.J. is
obsessed with orgies.  I've sucked A.J.'s dick and gotten
fucked by Kevin and Howie.  I have to say, I've never had any
desire to mess around with Frack.  I'll leave the kiddie porn
to Kevin.  At least he doesn't sleep with underage girls.  The
last thing we need is a pregnant 13 year old on our asses.

We're in St. John's, Newfoundland, and thanks to Frack, who
isn't all that bright, we're out on the water, where the wind
is blowing in gale force and freezing cold, bundled up in parkas
and waiting for the bus to head back to our hotel.  Kevin had
his arm around Nick and they stood on the shore kissing while
seagulls swooped around making that God-awful creaking screeching
sound they make.  "I'm sorry it's so cold, Boo Boo," Nick said
in his cutesy baby voice, snuggling up with Kevin and rubbing
his cheek on Kevin's chest.  "It's not your fault, Bun Bun,"
Kevin smiled, "I know it was important to you to see the water."
"We saw plenty of water on the fucking airplane," Bone piped up.
D and I both snorted.  "Nicky, put your toe in the water," D
said.  "Since you made us come out here."  "Oh, that's a good
idea," Nick said.  "Bun Bun, I don't know, it's really cold
and I don't want you to get sick."  "If I do, will you take
care of me?"  "Of course sweety pie..."

"Baaaarf," Bone said, sticking a finger down his throat as Kevin
and Nick walked over the big stones to get down to the water.
"I bet he gets sick," D said with morbid excitement.  "You know
we're bored when this is the highlight of our day," I commented,
and we all cracked up, shivering at the same time.  "There he goes,"
Bone said, "what an idiot."  Nick was putting his foot in the water,
and although he was clinging to Kevin, he did manage to kick his
shoe into the ocean.  We all yelled and hooted at them while Kevin
retrieved the shoe and dumped sea water out of it.  "Now he's
*definitely* going to get sick," Howie said triumphantly.
"Come on, you dorks!  The bus is coming!"

The place we were performing that night was pretty cheesy.  It was
basically a comedy club, although there were musical acts as well.
We were in between an enormous fat guy whose jokes were all about
being an enormous fat guy and this weird dude wearing bright orange
hunting gear whose jokes were all very Canada-specific, I guess.  We
had no idea what he was talking about.  After eight songs, we were
done for the night, and we dutifully went back to our hotel to get
tucked into bed by our road manager.  He's a real pervy prick named
Leon and he's always hitting on us.  Don't get me started on Lou,
a.k.a. "Big Poppa."  You'll meet him soon enough.  Anyway, after
"lights out" we gathered in my room to make plans for our
entertainment.  So what if we had to leave early the next morning?
We were going to "do" St. John's that night.

Kevin and Nick started making out on my bed, and I squeezed in
between them.  They both made pouty faces at me.  "Nobody blows a
wad in this bed unless I planned it," I said.  "Understand?"  "We
were just kissing," Nick said, while his hard-on poked the hell out
of my thigh.  "Group sex!" A.J. said, and he jumped on top of Nick
and started grabbing his dick.  "Boo Boo," Nick whined, "where are
you?"  "I thought we were going to go out," D said irritably, "I don't
want to have sex with any of you rejects."  Somebody knocked at the
door and I got up to answer it, assuming it was Leon telling us that
we were supposed to be having beddy-bye time.  Instead, it was a
porter with a huge bouquet of flowers.  "For Mr. Little?"  "Littrell,"
I snarled, and took the flowers.  Very funny, you oversized piece of
Canadian crap.  "Heyyy," Howie said, sneaking a peek at the card,
"somebody's got an admirer!"  "I admit it," Bone said, "I'm in love
with B-Rok.  Just look at that glorious ass."  "Boo Boo's ass is
better," Nick said (of course).  "Thank you Bunny."  "You're welcome
Booey."

I was pretty damn flattered, I have to say.  The card read, "Dear
Brian, I caught your show tonight and was I impressed.  You have a
beautiful voice and I thank you for sharing your gift with the rest
of the world.  If you ever come through this town again, I'd love to
hear from you, and if that's not possible, just remember that you've
touched somebody's soul with your music.  All my best.  J.D."  "How
romaaaantic," Bone cooed.  Nick and Kevin made eyes at each other.
"I bet it's a woman," Howie said.  "I don't think so," I smirked.
"You just wish it was a woman, so I wouldn't be getting some from a
FAN.  MY fan."  "Hmph," Howie sniffed, "somebody's ego just got even
more inflated.  It doesn't sound like something a man would write.
Whatever.  Bone, you wanna come out with me?"  "Strippers," Bone said
decisively.  "Let's go see strippers."  "Have fun with your mysterious
admirer," Howie said as he left.  I just laughed, since I could tell
he was green with jealousy.  I was about to pick up the phone to call
this "J.D." when I heard a moan from the bed.

"Okay you two," I said, standing over the bed.  Kevin had both hands
down Nick's pants and was fondling his boy toy's hard dick while Nick
was being a pillow queen, licking his fingers and then rubbing and
squeezing his own nipples.  Spoiled much?  "Bri, would you mind
leaving for a bit?"  Kevin said.  I have to admit, my cousin has
balls.  "It's my goddamned room!" I said, "get the hell out!"  I
never used to curse.  Can you believe that?  Less than a year with
these guys and now I have the worst potty mouth of all.  Kevin
gave me a look.  "Go call your flower person from my room," he said
in his bossy way.  "Look at Bunny, he's so comfy..."  He smooched
Nick on the lips, and Frack gave him a pretty little smile.  I think
he might have fluttered his eyelashes at him.  They really were
disgusting together.  "Fine," I said, "but I mean it, any boy juice
in this bed and I'm going to get revenge, and believe me, it won't
be pretty."

Kevin and Nick's room was a complete disaster area, but I did manage
to find the phone.  "Yes, hello?"  It was a man.  Score.  "Hi," I
said, "uh, this is Brian ... Brian Littrell?"  There was no answer.
"Maybe I have the wrong number," I said.  "Wow, I can't believe you
called me," he said finally.  "You got the flowers..."  "Yes I did,"
I said, smiling widely.  "That was so sweet of you."  Yes, I said
sweet...  Oh come on, like he wasn't going to be gay.  "Oh, it was
nothing," he mumbled, sounding flustered.  "Hey, we're leaving town
early tomorrow morning," I said, "but if you want to show me the night
life of St. John's tonight, I'm up for it."  I sound like a real
"playa", don't I?  There was another little pause.  "I would love to."
"Well, J... I guess I don't know your name-"  "Josh.  It's Josh."
"Josh, come on by the hotel, and I'll meet you downstairs.  How does
that sound?"  "Too good to be true," he said with a little laugh.
"See ya soon," I said, hanging up the phone.  Well, let's hope he
doesn't look like Leon.  I checked myself out in the mirror.  Gonna
get laid tonight, maybe... Now I was anxious about meeting him and
didn't want to take too long to go downstairs, since I had no idea
if he lived close by, so I had to go and bang on my own door forever
until Kevin finally opened up.  "Got a mouth full of splooge?" I
asked when he turned away without saying anything.  Nick giggled.
"Okay you two, out."  "Have fun," Kevin said dryly.  Nick hugged me
and gave me a kiss on the cheek.  "Be bad!" he chirped.  Gross, did
he just slime me?  I checked my pants where he had rubbed up against
me.  Then I checked the bed.  Ugh!  Well, I would have to plan my
revenge later.  First, I had to get ready for my date and my on-going
quest... for the perfect lay.

CHAPTER TWO

I wasn't disappointed in the least.  Josh was pretty tall, but he
didn't tower over me.  He had thick, dark brown hair and cute little
glasses.  I found out later that he had hazel coloured eyes, which
meant that I couldn't really tell what colour they were at first, and
a nice lean body.  Overall, I'd say he was a good looking guy with
hottie potential.  He looked like he was maybe in his late twenties,
and it was one of the first things I asked.  "I'm a little over the
hill," he laughed.  "I'm 32."  "Eh," I grinned, "that's do-able."
Okay, so it was a little worse than Kevin and Nick, but nobody was
going to go to the state pen for boinking me any more, regardless of
the age gap.  "You do know that I'm 19," I had to ask.  He looked a
little embarrassed, and he might have blushed.  "Don't take this the
wrong way," he said, "but you do look a little older."  "Hmm," I
grinned, "maybe that's why I can get served sometimes when we're
back home in the States."

It was funny that I said that, because we'd just left the hotel and
ran into Howie and A.J. on the street.  A.J. looked really pissed
off, and Howie was being all smarmy with Josh.  "I thought you guys
were going to go to a strip club."  "We went to three different
places," A.J. scowled, "but they wouldn't let me in!"  "How old are
you?" Josh asked.  "Well... I'm 16.  But don't I look older?"  "Wow,
I thought you were at least 18.  The only one I thought was a
teenager was the blonde..."  "Nicky," Howie smiled, "he's the baby
of the group.  I'm 21 myself, fully legal."  He winked at Josh to
emphasise his point.  "Well, we were on our way out," I said rudely.
"Can't we come with you?" Howie asked.  "I mean, unless it's a
*date.*"  I wanted to kill him.  "Oh, uh, sure?" Josh said weakly.
He obviously didn't know what to do, and it felt too awkward to me
too to say anything.  We walked down the street, trying not to kill
ourselves on the ice, and I snuck behind Howie and whispered in
his ear, "I hate you, fuckhead."  He grinned.

There really wasn't much to do in St. John's, especially with a 16
year old, but we ended up at a gay bar that seemed pretty casual
about carding us, and Bone went off to shoot pool, drink beer and
hook up with freaks.  The last time I saw him, he was with some
biker lady who looked about 40.  D was being a third wheel and
chatting up Josh.  He has a habit of doing this kind of thing, we
have a little competition going, you see, so I decided to ignore
him and started talking to Josh like he wasn't there.  Josh picked
up on it and did the same thing, and finally D got offended and
left.  "You seem more mature than Howie," Josh said with a grin.
"I'm pretty immature," I said, setting down my almost empty beer
bottle.  The last couple drinks in a beer bottle are total nastiness
and I don't go there.  "But yeah, compared to those other losers..."
I smirked.

"Maybe we should ditch them, since they're occupied," Josh said
with an evil smile.  "Good plan.  Are we clear?"  "Yeah... Let's
make a break for it."  We headed over to a coffee place and just
chilled there for a while, talking.  Josh was a songwriter, now
isn't that a nice coincidence?  He was all into talking about the
music business.  I admit, I'm just a kid who sings and I don't pay
all that much attention to the business side of things.  But I
explained more about how our group got together, and what we want
to do with our careers.  "You guys can really sing," he said.  "I'm
not just flattering you because you're fine..."  Josh smiled at me
over his latte.  "I believe ya," I laughed.  "I mean it," he said.
"You guys might just make it big one day.  And I can say I knew
them when..."  "Maybe," I said, stirring more sugar into my coffee.

I'm not a big coffee drinker, but I thought it would be good to
wake me up a little in case we'd be up for a while.  Ya know.  It
was getting pretty late and we still hadn't had that little
discussion, the "your place or mine," so I decided to make the
first move.  "Josh," I said, giving him the come fuck me look,
"what say we head back to my hotel?"  "You have your own room?" he
asked.  I like the way this guy thinks.  "Well, sort of, I have
a suite with Howie and A.J.  Oh, but you know what, my bed is kind
of gross right now, we shouldn't go there."  Josh grinned and I
blushed a little.  I guess that was a little forward of me.  "Why
don't we go to my place instead?" he said.  "Okay.  But I have to
be back at the hotel real early in the morning."

"Should I ask what's wrong with your bed?" Josh asked as we walked.
I laughed out loud.  "Li'l Nicky sprayed a big load everywhere.  I
have to get revenge on him and Kevin."  Josh looked confused, and I
could see his mind trying to figure it all out.  "They're in looove,"
I said, making a face.  He laughed.  It was kind of a long walk to
Josh's place.  He had a cute little apartment that was decorated
really faggy, if you know what I mean, and all this cat stuff but no
cat.  "Do you have a kitty cat?" I asked, standing in the living
room while he hung up the coats.  "I did, but she got hit by a car."
"Oh no ... I'm sorry."  "Yeah, it was just a few days ago."  "Poor
kitten."  Josh came up to me and we started kissing.  "I might get
a new cat, but I want to wait a bit," he said.  "Uh huh," I said,
I wasn't really listening any more since all my blood was rushing to
my cock.  He put his hands all over my body, my chest, my stomach,
my ass.  "Your body is so hard," he said in my ear, "god, I just
want to worship it."  "Mm Josh," I said back, "I need some
worshipping."  We walked to his bedroom together, kind of funny
looking I'm sure since we were making out and trying to get
undressed and climbing on each other and walking at the same time,
and then I laid down on his futon, which was just on the floor but
nice and springy, and he pulled my jeans off and stood there
drooling away.  I'm proud of my body, I work out a lot and God gave
me some damn fine material to start with.  I stretched out and
ran my hand over my pecs and on down my six-pack.  My dick was
poking out the top of my boxers and I patted the bed next to me.

Josh stripped and climbed on board.  I was a little disappointed
that his dick wasn't bigger, but I really am working on my size
queen issues.  His upper body could be more toned too.  Damn, I'm
picky.  He had nice balls though, heavy and smooth and without
tons of scaggy pubic hair all over the place.  We gave each other
some hot open mouthed kisses and he grabbed my dick and started
pumping it gently.  It's always kind of weird with one-night stands
'cuz you never really know if they want to be top or bottom.  I go
either way, I guess that's why I don't pay attention when I hook up
with guys.  I was guessing that Josh wanted in to my sweet shit hole,
though, and I pushed his head down to get him to suck me for a
while first.  Damn, he was eager to please, he took me all the way
into his mouth and hummed on my cock.  "Oh yeah," I moaned, running
a hand through his hair and bucking my hips up, thrusting a little
and feeling a bit of sweat trickling down the crack of my ass.  "I'm
gonna... oh yeah... oh..."  I let out a big grunt as I started to
cum, it felt so good blowing down Josh's throat.  He let the last
couple blasts hit him in the face and I lay back, watching my cum
drip down his handsome face while he stuck his tongue out to lick
it off his chin.  Damn, it was sexy.

To my surprise, Josh didn't make another move on me, instead he
just cuddled me and kissed me.  I was really tired and about to
fall asleep if he didn't start getting funky with me, and I tugged
on a piece of his hair that was hanging in his face.  "Hey babe," I
said all sleepy sounding, "don't you want to keep going?"  "Nah,"
Josh said, and he kissed me really sweetly on the lips.  "I can
tell you need some sleep."  I felt guilty.  Here I was looking for
a good lay and I just get mine and crash?  What a prick!  I fumbled
around for his cock, but he took my hands in his and kissed me
again.  "Just sleep, cutie," he said, "what time do you need to get
up?"  It was really hard to think, I was so tired, but finally I
remembered, "the bus is leaving at six thirty."  "Okay.  Good night."
"G'night..." This was weird, but my body was betraying me, and I
was out like a light.  After sleeping on our tour bus in Europe for
the last couple of weeks, the futon felt like heaven.  I woke up
to Josh kissing me and running his hand through my hair.  I must
have had morning breath from hell - beer and coffee! - but he
didn't seem to care.  "I called a cab," he said softly, "so you
don't have to walk back to your hotel."  "Damn," I said, "you are
such a sweetheart."  I just lay back and looked at him.  "Too bad
you can't come on tour with us."  I gave him a silly little smile.
"Maybe I'll come catch one of your shows in New Brunswick," Josh
said.  My heart did a flip flop kind of thing.  This didn't usually
happen after I spent a night with a guy...

When I got back to the hotel, I got majorly busted by Leon.  "Pack
up your room pronto," he said, "when we get to Moncton, you are
really gonna get it from Lou."  I shuddered.  That could be taken
in a variety of ways.  We crammed into our tour bus, where we would
be spending most of our nights on the road in Canada - oh joy.  "So
was he a good lay?" Bone wanted to know.  We were all sitting on
top of each other in the game room, where Frack and me were playing
Nintendo.  Whenever he kicks my ass real bad at video games, I make
him play basketball with me and teach him a lesson about who is the
boy and who is the MAN.  For some reason I wanted to lie and say
that we had monkey sex all night long.  It would really piss the
hell out of Sweet D, for one thing.  But I didn't.  "He just blew
me, no big whoop," I said, concentrating on my game.  "Ah ha,
prepare to die!" Frack said as his little dude started whailing on
my little dude.  "I think not!" I yelled back, and we were in mid-
battle when Kevin stuck his head in angrily.  "Brian," he said,
"what did you do with my stuff?"  "What stuff Kevvy Kev?" I asked
innocently.  "I think you know what stuff."  "I have no idea what
you are speaking of," I said with a little grin spreading over my
face.  "And I don't know why you are accusing *moi*."  "Brian, just
give us back the condoms.  Okay?"  "The condoms?" Nick asked,
looking up in shock.  I took the opportunity to kill his little
dude.  "Oh, no fair, Frick!  You suck!"

When we got to New Brunswick, the first thing I thought was,
I wonder if Josh will come to the show.  I tried to tell myself
that I was just thinking with my dick and wanted some more
action.  But you know, it did seem like something more.