Date: Wed, 27 Jul 2005 00:06:33 -0700 (PDT)
From: Tired Dude <deritdude@yahoo.com>
Subject: Bunking With JC (Submission for Celebrity area)

Disclaimer:  This story is fiction and is not intended
to imply anything about the true sexuality of the
celebrities mentioned herein or any personal knowledge
about their private lives.


Bunking With JC


We'd been on the road for months. We were finally
famous. But we weren't beyond being crammed into a
tour bus yet. We weren't THAT famous. It was
uncomfortable, to say the least, but we survived. It
was hot too. The air conditioning had gone out, and we
couldn't do anything about it until we arrived in
Miami for the final two shows of the tour. Then it was
back to Orlando for two months of sweet relaxation. We
deserved it.

For now, I lay in my bunk, which was under Joey's. He
was sleeping. I listened to the sounds of the bus.
Joey was snoring lightly. Lance and Chris were playing
Playstation in the closet sized space our road manager
called a "lounge". They'd crowded around a 10" screen
that was way too small to stare at for hours on end.
They argued about who deserved to play next and who's
memory card had space to save their game on. I watched
the shadows on the wall dance back and forth, feeling
drowsy.

Behind me the door to the bathroom opened, and a cloud
of steam came rushing forward, followed by JC, who had
been showering. My eyes fluttered open, and were
immediately fixated on his smooth chest and perfect
stomach. I jerked my eyes towards the ceiling as he
looked my way.


"I hope you saved me some of that water. I need it for
tomorrow morning," I said, as he rummaged through his
gym bag for some pajamas.

"Don't worry, I left plenty. I know you like your
early showers," he replied, smiling down. "You mind if
I..?" He held up his shorts and tank top.

"Nah, go ahead."

"Thanks, Just."

He unwrapped his towel and dropped it on his bed. I
watched out of the corner of my eye. His back was
smooth and strong looking, and my gaze followed it
down to his ass. I could see myself squeezing it; it
looked so firm. I grit my teeth as he leaned against
the side of the bed to steady himself in the always
jostling tour bus. I could see his penis swinging
between his legs, in front of a set of healthy looking
balls. He was beautiful.

JC pulled up his shorts. As I darted my lingering eyes
away I could tell he had noticed me watching. I stared
up at the bunk above me, but could see out of the
corner of my eyes JC looking at me questionably. My
cheeks burned red as he tugged on his shirt. Still
looking at me. He got into his bed across from me, and
lay on his side, facing me.

"Goodnight, Justin. See you in the morning."

"'Night, Jace," I managed to whisper.

I closed my eyes, mentally rebuking myself for being
so careless. I held a secret that no one knew about.
Not even these four guys, who'd become my closest
friends, my family. I wasn't ready to talk, and wasn't
sure how they'd take it, so I held it in. Being in
such close proximity, I couldn't help but watch Josh
every now and then. I found his body irresistable.

As I wrapped my mind around all this, I could feel
JC's eyes watching me. I rolled over on my side to
avoid his burning gaze. I stared at the wall until I
fell asleep.

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There was food waiting for us in our rooms at the
Hilton, about a mile from the arena where we had just
performed. I shared the room with JC that night. We
all rotated single-room priviledges. Tonight it was
Joey's turn to sleep alone.

"Chicken fingers? This is Lance's fault! Shit. He
always gets to order the food."

"Oh just eat it, Josh," I said. "It's better than
nothing. Unless maybe you want to go out or
something."

"No... I'm exhausted. I'll eat this. At least there's
ketchup."

"Maybe we can get some barbeque sauce up here, too.
Lemme call down stairs. We need drinks too."

The bellhop arrived quickly with iced tea for both of
us and barebeque sauce for me.

Having finished eating they set their drinks down on
the night stand and sat down on the bed. "We're
famous, right?" he said. "We should be eating better.
We deserve some celebrity perks." He flashed his
beautiful smile at me.

"I can't believe the tour is over... It feels like
we've been on the road forever," I said. "We should be
celebrating."

Sitting up and turning to me, JC's face had lit up.
"Hey, you're right. I have an awesome idea." He picked
up the phone and began dialing. "Yes, hi. Can you send
up one bottle of Bacardi Limon and and a 2 litre of
Coke? Hold on a sec..."

He covered the receiver and looked at me. "What do you
want?"

"Uhm..." I wasn't a big drinker. I had only ever had a
few sips of champagne on New Years Eve. "I'll have
what you're having."

"Great," he said. "And make sure to bring two glasses
and plenty of ice," he finished.

"Should I call the rest of the guys up here," I asked.

"No way! Lance doesn't drink, and if the other two see
me, or YOU, drinking, they'll be pissed off! Let's
just keep this between you and me."

A few minutes later there was a knock at the door. JC
answered, signed for the liquor, and sent the bellhop
away. "Hey, there's one celebrity perk... I didn't get
carded."

Grinning, he walked over to the small table, sat down,
and began opening up the bottle of rum. "Do you like
it strong, or mild?"

"I'll take it strong," I said. I didn't want JC to
think I'd never done any serious drinking.

Having mixed up two rum and cokes, JC passed me a
glass. "Bottom's up, dude! Here's to the first of many
successful tours together."

"You got it man!" We tapped glasses and each chugged
down the entire glass. "That was strong... Pour me
another!"

This should be interesting, I thought to myself.

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To be concluded.

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