Date: Wed, 2 Jun 1999 05:56:56 -0400 (EDT)
From: brok_adam@email.com
Subject: Brian's Beach

     Disclaimer: This story involves male/male sex. If this is not your
bag, don't read it. If you do like it, read on. This story is entirely
fictional, and does not mean to imply any thing about the sexual preference
of the real Backstreet Boys, or Brian Littrell in particular. I hope you
enjoy.

     Preface: This story was written after reading most of the stories in
the celeb archive. It is my first attempt a writing, to please be
gentle. If you're not, I guess I can cope. As with most other people, all
comments are welcomed. Please write, I LOVE e-mail. You can reach me a
brok_adam@email.com, or ky0412@aol.com. I hope you like reading it as much
as I liked writing it.

			       Brian's Beach

	The Sun's last rays reflected off of the ocean, as I took my walk
along the beach. The walk had become my ritual, the way I cleared my head
after going to school all day long. Just so you all know me, my name is
Adam Jacobs, and I am currently in my final year of college. I am trying to
get into Public Relations. It's a gift the way I can deal with people, I
never run out of witty comments, or snide remarks, as the situation
warrants. I am 6', dark hair, blue eyes, and a six-pack, and currently
living in the beachfront property I inherited from my parents.
	As I turned around I realized how far I had accidentally walked
from the house, so I turned around and began to run. The water lapped at my
feet, as I remembered why I usually walked instead of running, while me
feet sank into the soft sand.
     When I finally reached the front of my house, I decided that a swim
was in order. Living on the
 beach for the past three years had finally emboldened my, and I remembered
that almost no one was on the beach at this time, so I decided to swim in
the buff, instead of jogging back to my house to pick up a pair of
trunks. After checking to make sure that no one was around, I dropped my
pants, and jumped in the water. The cool water teased my cock, making me
rise to my full 8''. As I thought over my day I remembered the homework I
had left to do, and the Backstreet Boys CD, I had left playing when I left
the house. As my thoughts usually do when I think of the Heavenly Band
refereed to as the Backstreet Boys my thoughts drifted to Brian Littrel,
the man I wished would be my personal Earth Angel. I began to slowly
massage my cock, letting the waves rock me back and forth, as I imagined
that Brian was floating right next to me. As I floated on my back giving my
slick dick a one handed massage I heard a whistle. Quickly I submerged
myself and looked up, only to see one of the finest men I had ever seen
standing on the Beach laughing his ass off. I looked up and thought I
recognized a small bulge in his pants, and screamed "If you liked that
soooo much, why don't you come down and join me"?
     Comments like that usually put in one of two situations, either the
man above was so embarrassed he ran off never to be heard from again, or he
decided to try and kick the fruit's ass.  Well seeing as my big mouth had
gotten me into trouble on several previous occasions, I had mad sure the
key word in the second option was TRY. Occasionally, as in NEVER before,
the man would accept the invitation, and this was one of those few
times. "Don't mind if I do" the man screamed back at me, "the beach seems
private enough".
     "Well, company is always welcome" I replied making sure that the word
company was the key word.
     It was at that point I realized why I couldn't clearly make out the
man, I had taken my contacts out at home, and I was basically as blind as a
bat. But that didn't really matter I could tell that the incoming man was
about as hot as they come, but would probably still be a disappointment
when compared to my dream man, Brian Littrel. After pulling off his clothes
the man jumped into the ocean, and I looked down, only to notice I was
still hard. I turned my back on the beach, and cutie to see if my dick
would loose some of its stamina. Oh the joy I would receive if I was only
impotent I thought to myself, almost laughing out loud at the thought. It
was at that time when the mystery man decided to make his appearance.
     "Don't turn around" the voice instructed as his smooth strong hands
grabbed my shoulders. I felt some calluses on his fingers, and thought
great another musician. Well I decided that anything was worth some action,
something that I was desperately lacking. "What in the HELL were you doing
when I walked up?" the man asked.
     "You're a big boy, figure it out" I replied smirking at my response.
     "Why in the world were you so anxious for me to join you" he shot back
     "Because your not that bed looking" I responded.
     'In that case . . ." his voice trailed off as I felt his strong hands
begin to squeeze my shoulders. I felt his mouth on my neck and groaned
softly as his massage continued. He then hefted me up, as if I weighed
nothing. "Keep your eyes shut" he told me as he laid me on my back in the
water. I floated, feeling his tongue on the front of my neck. It slowly
moved down, bathing my salt- water covered body with its silky smooth
warmth. His mouth stopped on my left nipple sucking as I placed my hands in
his baby soft hair, content to let them rest as his mouth moved farther
down. He playfully licked my six pack, running his tongue along my scar
left from an appendectomy I had several years ago. After finishing that he
lifted his head up to tell me that he had a scar on his chest as well, and
I should discover it once he was done. I felt his head submerge itself, and
move under my leg, to come up in-between my legs. His warm mouth engulfed
my cock, as his hair dripped cold water on my stomach. His mouth moved all
the way along the length of my shaft and I felt him lick the underside of
my cock. After a few minutes of this sensual cock massage, I couldn't take
it anymore, and I let my load fly right into his mouth. I felt my cum hit
the back of his throat as he struggled to swallow all of my juices. With my
eyes still closed I tried to imagine that it was Brian Littrell between my
legs, and the fantasy of being taken in the ocean was only heightened.
     "If you want that favor returned, lead me up to the beach house right
in front of us" I informed the strange man. "The sliding glass door should
be open, just push it aside, and walk right in."
     We both stood up, and the man took my hands and led me into the house,
step by step. I heard the sliding door open and we walked inside. As I
entered I heard Everybody (Backstreets Back) playing in the background. I
heard the stranger make an odd noise as he recognized the song, but he
managed to keep it under control. It was pitch dark in the house so I took
the mans hand, and led him up the stairs two flights of stairs to my third
story bedroom, as we rounded the landing I could see the display of my CD
player as it switched to the next track programmed to play, All I Have to
Give. As I flipped on the light I heard a gasp as all of my posters of
Brian Littrell were revealed, and the man behind me exclaimed in shock
"There are two observations I have right about now, One; you really don't
know who I am, and Two; You must really, really LOVE me." As I turned
around, I was already slightly prepared for what I'd see, but I could have
never really understood that the stranger who had just blown me was BRIAN
LITTRELL of the Backstreet Boys. Good God, did I ever feel like an idiot.
     "Well, Mr. Littrell, it was nice to meet you. Now seeing as I have
completely embarrassed myself several times, I suppose you will want me to
leave. Unless of course you would like a lesson on how to degrade yourself
in front of your hero/idol. I'm really great at that."
     "Actually, I don't think you're neatly as bad as you think you
are. Give yourself a chance, and I am sure it will all work out." He said
convincingly, I think he should be an actor. "As a matter of fact I would
really like to get to know you better, anyone who thinks this much of me,
and still can't recognize my voice, is someone I would like to get to know
just a little better. So why don't you tell me about yourself"
     "Dear Lord, were do I manage to find all these cute boys who want to
know my life story. Well I guess I will just start. I was born several
years ago, 24 as a matter of fact. I was also blessed to be one half of a
pair of identical twins. My parents had a load of money, and I was never
badly off. 4 years ago my parents and twin were driving home from a camp my
bother went to, swerved to miss some Deer on the way home, went of the
road, and into a river were they drowned. That was the most horrible day of
my life. Now I am in school, to become a PR representative, and I live by
myself. I am currently single, as my last boyfriend and I broke up 6 months
ago, so we could be 'friends', and I was swimming in the ocean naked so I
wouldn't have to walk the 50 feet to my house and get swimming trunks. Now
that you have had the down low on me, how about giving me the down low on
you?"
     "Well, you probably know more than enough about my life. The reason I
saw you was I have a friend who lives in this neighborhood, he said that
the beach was usually empty at this time so I could go outside for some
peace and quiet. Instead, I find the cutest naked man in the city floating
in the ocean. Any questions?"
     "Just one. Why are you still willing to talk to me, and haven't run
screaming in terror from my house after seeing the shrine I call my room?"
     "I will answer that question as best I can, I have no idea. Even now,
I am just enjoying talking to you. I feel attracted to you but I still
don't know your name."
     "Adam, Adam Jacobs. That's my name I mean. Nice to meet you."
     "It's nice to meet you to. I believe the rest of your body already
knows me.'
    "That reminds me, you gave me a loan, and now it's my turn to pay you
back. But now that I know who you are, the payment may very well exceed the
price."
    "Wait, Adam, I hate to do this, but before we do anything, I have to
talk to you about something.  Well, as you know, part of the Boys image
depends on our looks, and how well we attract young women.  If we do
anything it needs to be completely quiet. No one can find out about it. NO
ONE."  "Bri, that is completely reasonable, and I understand why you would
be worried. But after the ocean,
 it seems a little too late. But I agree, NO ONE will know. On my honor."
"The ocean was safe, no one was around. Your house all most certainly has a
security system. I just needed your guarantee. I should need more, but I
trust you Adam."  "Thanks." That's all I said as I lowered myself down to
his waist and began to lick his inner thigh.  Brian just stood there,
engrossed in the throes of passion. I carefully pushed him onto my bed, and
moved up, flicking my tongue on his throbbing head as I passed it by. I
went directly to his scar from his open-heart surgery, and began to suck
it. As I moved my head to his nipples Brian pleaded with me to move down to
his cock, but I refused, determined to leave him with at least one hickey
on his chest, preferable several. I licked his entire chest, smelling him,
taking in each moment that I was on him. Brian just lay on the bed, begging
me to move to his cock. Asking me to help him,
 give him release. Finally, I couldn't take his begging anymore. I could
never deny him what he wanted, and I knew if he asked me to do anything I
would. I brought my mouth down between his legs.  I licked the underside of
his cock first, moving my tongue along the bottom of his dick. I then
swallowed the entire thing, until my nose was happily buried in his pubic
hair. I kept my mouth still for several seconds, trying to make sure I
would always remember the feeling and smell of having Brian's manhood in my
mouth. Once I had cemented the experience in my mind, I began to bob my
head up and down like a mad man. I flicked my tongue against his cock, and
sucked him as if my life depended on it. After attacking his cock for
somewhere around five minutes Brian began to buck his hips, forcing his
cock deeper and deeper. Then he began to spew his juices into my throat. I
worked hard, and managed to swallow all of the prodigious amount of cum
Brian produced.
     Brian then grabbed me and pulled me up so we were both looking each
other in the eyes. As I stared into Brian's intense Blue eyes I felt
safe. Safe for the first time since my twin had died.  I knew that this was
the way it was supposed to end. This was were I truly belonged. I pulled
Brian towards me, and I gave him a kiss, the first kiss I had since my
boyfriend left me. I could feel the sparks between us, and I knew Brian
could as well. As we lay in each other's arms, I softly asked Brian "What's
going to happen tomorrow?"
     He looked deeply into my eyes and said "I really don't know, but lets
figure that out tomorrow morning, you'll still be here right?"
     "I sure hope so, this is my house after all" and with that Brain and I
feel asleep in each other's arms.

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