Date: Sun, 26 Mar 2000 22:24:26 -0800
From: JNN <JNN_Luva@email.com>
Subject: Sudsy Fantasies

Author's Note: Hi ppl! :) It's me Whitney, your friendly "short scenes"
author. Well I wrote anudder story, short scene-esque in it's own way, but
a bit different. I just felt like getting something out, and I think it
turned out alright. So you have to tell me what you all think...I need the
inspiration to keep writing this stuff! Alllllrighty, enjoy!
JNN_Luva@email.com

P.S. This is a one part, one time thing. No sequals. :)

Disclaimer: This story is a work of pure fiction. It implies nothing about
the people mentioned. If you are offended by stories describing homosexual
activities, or are underage, please turn around and go to mtv.com or
somethin'. :P

Sudsy Fantasies
by JNN
***********

His bare feet padded down the hallway, making no noise whatsoever.  He
shivered as his bare chest soaked the cold early morning air.  He walked
faster towards the bathroom, eager to feel the warmth of the shower water
run down for his too cold body.  He found the door and turned the frozen
knob till it clicked, and opened to the modest room within.  He felt for
the light switch on the wall instinctively, the darkness providing no
assistance.  The vanity lit up and he gazed at himself in the high mirror.
Stubble to be shaven...hair to be combed...things he'd do after his shower.
He pulled down his boxers, stepped out of them, and walked to the toilet.
A long groan of relief left his lips as he emptied himself into the
porcelain contraption.  He finished, flushed, and headed to the shower.

He pulled back the curtain and fiddled with the hot and cold knobs until
he'd found the perfect medium.  He stepped into the enclosed area, and
pulled the curtain shut. He sighed as the water surrounded him, wrapping
him in a warm watery blanket.  He reached for the shampoo, put a quarter
sized glob into his hand, then ran that hand through his hair, the other
joining to massage the liquid into his scalp.  He closed his eyes and
enjoyed the feeling.  He was finally beginning to wake up, no coffee for
him.  He rinsed the shampoo out, and repeated the entire process.  He was
always one to be leisurely in the shower, it was a rare occasion that he
was able to relax as much as he did in here.  After he had finally gotten
the last remnants of shampoo out of his hair, he reached for the bar of
soap that rested on the small shelf next to him.  He wet it, then began to
run it up and down his arms, moving it around his tight muscles until he
was lathered completely.  He did the same with the other arm then rinsed it
all off.  He repeated his movements with his calves and thighs, taking as
much time as he wished.  Then he moved the bar up to his chest, rubbing it
along his hard abs and pecs.  His nipples turned to rigid points as the bar
passed over them.  He moaned quietly.  He hadn't any sort of sexual release
for quite some time, why pass up a perfect opportunity for a little self
love?  He put the bar of soap back on it's shelf.  He moved his hand to his
nipples, pinching and twirling them until he made himself whimper in
pleasure.  He wrapped a hand around his rapidly swelling penis, moaning at
his own touch.  He began to fantasize about who he wish was touching him in
such a private way.  His thoughts turned to his ultimate dream people.

Aj McLean, with a muscled body and sexy dance moves Aj always made him weak
in the knees.  He thought about Aj's cock, long (at least 8 inches) and
slightly skinny.  It was 2 or so shades darker then the rest of his body,
surrounded by wiry black hairs, a true Latin cock.  He thought about how it
would feel to wrap his lips around that masterpiece, swallowing it to the
base until Aj's hot cum would spray down his throat.  The man stroked his
dick up and down in quick movements.  His eyes were closed, and his free
hand braced against the shower wall.  He imagined Aj returning the favor,
down on his knees; his sexy lips wrapped tight around the man's penis.

"Aj..." he whispered to the air in a small groan.  He stopped movement on
his dick and reached down to grasp his balls with one big hand.  He pulled
and massaged them, while his hips thrusted involuntarily forward, causing
his penis to hang oddly out in front of his body.  His thoughts turned to
another young man, whom he often fantasized about.

Nick Carter, the pretty blonde with the mischievous blue eyes.  He pictured
Nick on his hands and knees before him, taking his hard cock into that
tight asshole the man knew Nick possessed.  He could almost hear the little
boy whines and moans Nick would make.  He thought about fucking the blonde
until he begged him to go harder and faster.  In reality he was pumping his
cock with his fist, stretching the skin up and down the shaft as the
sensations built in intensity.  He groaned a deep rumble that resonated
through the echo carrying bathroom.

"Nick...oh fuck yeah..." the man once again said the name of his dream
lover, his mind lost in a world of pleasure.  His head swirled as another
image, another person popped into his mental vision.

Howard Dorough, flowing brown hair, broad shouldered, the body of someone
who works out every chance he can get.  His big puppy dog eyes and full
soft lips made the man sigh happily.  He saw Howie in his head, standing
behind him, inserting his thick meat into the man's willing asshole.  He
longed to have Howie fuck him with that powerful body.  Howie possessed a
fire inside, that he knew was only brought out by sexual activity.  He
could hear the curse words Howie would say, some in Spanish, some in
English, all calling the man nasty names that made him quiver.  He knew
Howie would fuck rough, and he couldn't be more pleased at the thought.  He
pulled his cock roughly, then began to fuck his fist, imagining the way his
ass may clench around Howie's hard cock..  He groaned, knowing his release
would be soon.  The water was running down his body, the loud sound of
water hitting tile partially drowning out his constant moans.  Finally, as
he neared the pinnacle, one more person surfaced from the pits of his
subconscious.

Brian Littrell, a gorgeous smile, small tight body, and eyes that glowed as
he spoke.  The man felt slightly guilty for imagining Brian in any sexual
way, but he couldn't help himself.  He thought about a hot 69 position with
Brian, his body laying across B-Rok's small frame, licking up and down his
cock like it were a lolly pop.  He could feel Brian's thin lips wrapped
around the base of his cock, his tongue paying attention to the sole vein
that protruded from his smooth dick.  The man pinched the head of his cock,
and pumped furiously now, his cum stirring his balls, just waiting to
explode.  He imagined Brian tonguing his asshole and finally, with a low
grunt, began to shoot his hot cum all over the shower wall.  His body shook
with the force of his orgasm, as the white liquid squirted 1, 2, finally 5
times from his cock.  He breathed heavily as he tried to calm himself and
return his heartbeat to it's normal pulse.  He put his face directly under
the stream of water and closed his eyes.  He'd needed that, and it was
certainly enjoyable.  After he felt he was steady enough again, he turned
off the water and reached for his towel, hanging just outside the shower
curtain.  Without the noise of the shower, he realized the phone was
ringing.  He grabbed the towel quickly and rushed out of the bathroom,
dripping on his hardwood floor.  He reached the phone and picked it up.

"Hello?"

"Yo Kev, it's Aj.  I'm at the gate, buzz me in," Aj said groggily into the
speaker, Kevin could tell he hadn't woken up all the way yet.

"Oh, yeah sure.  But I'm not really ready; actually, I'm kinda naked, *and*
dripping all over my living room floor," Kevin replied.

"Shit man, you and those showers. Just let me in, and hurry up!  Fatima'll
have a fit if we aren't there by 6," Aj said.

Kevin hit the button to let Aj in and hung up the phone.  He smiled a
moment, thinking about "those showers".  He sure did love those...