Date: Fri, 22 Aug 2003 13:47:32 -0400
From: Andy Whitman <lilsmutboi@hotmail.com>
Subject: Dream Street Slave [authorian] Chapter 2

[If you have not read the previous chapters please read them first before
going onto this chapter.]

DISCLAMER: THIS FAN FICTION IS PURE FANTASY. IT INVOLVES SEX [CONSENTUAL AND
NONCONSENTUAL] BETWEEN MINORS, SOME OF WHICH MAY BE KNOWN TO THE REAL WORLD
AS CELEBRATIES. THE AUTHOR, NOR ANY SITE WHO HOSTS THIS FICTION OWNS OR
BELIEVES THAT THE EVENTS WRITTEN ARE REAL.

AS ALWASYS, DO NOT PROCEED ANY FURTHER IF YOU ARE AGAINST THIS TYPE OF
LITERATURE OR ARE NOT LEGALLY ABLE TO READ THIS [BY READING BELOW THIS YOU
ARE TAKING RESPONSIBILITY FOR WHAT YOU ARE READING]


Dream Street Slave - Chapter 2

	Well, I guess the choice was pretty simple, I would have either stayed at
home and jack off thinking about Dream Street and Josh, or I could really go
and hang out with them for a day. I decided to go and take the humiliation
if it meant I could go hang out with 6 of the cutest boys in the world.

	The day of the concert got closer and the excitement still hadn't worn off
from the day I found out about the Dream Street concert from Josh. Actually
my dick was the one who was keeping me excited. It seemed like I was pulling
on it day and night, it was actually really raw and puffy by the time the
day of the concert came. While I was getting dressed, my computer alerted me
that I had a new email so I went to read it. It was an email from Josh with
three simple words that made the bulge in my tight jeans stick out even
more. It said "take the bus". This was going to be so embarrassing, It was
embarrassing enough letting my mom see me dressed in the clothing Josh had
chosen for me but now I had to take the bus with a whole bunch of complete
strangers.

	I defiantly got plenty of stares on the way to the bus station. I could
hear hushed whispering as I passed a couple of old ladies and I even got a
`tisk tisk' from an women of about 30 year old who was also waiting for the
bus to come. As if all this was humiliating enough, luck would have it that
the sky started to get dark and the rain started to pour. At first, I was
just pissed off for getting stuck in the rain without an umbrella waiting
for the bus. We'll...I had completely forgotten that I was wearing WHITE and
you know what happens to white clothing when they get wet...yep...they turn
transparent. I was so mortified at this. Now, not only would everyone be
seeing me in clothing that's so tight you could see every outline of my
body, they could see through my clothing too. My shirt was almost completely
transparent. You could see everyone, my nipples, my chest, my stomach. My
pants, luckily they were thicker so they didn't turn clear too much but I
was shocked to see that you could see my pink thong.

	I got through the bus ride without an incident but when I was getting off,
I tripped on the stairs and slipped down a couple of stairs. As my hands
shot out to balance myself they grabbed onto some guys ass. The guy turned
around to tell me off letting me see who he really was. Standing there in
front of me, was Matt Ballinger from Dream Street. I swear, right then I
could have died and gone to heaven. I was so shocked and excited that I even
forgot my hand was on his ass until I heard his sweet voice mutter `fag' and
moved away from me.

	Luckily the bus drive allowed my clothes to dry off so I wasn't that
embarrassed anymore. I got off the bus and entered the concert hall.

A/N  - Chapter is short because I want to get a feel of the setting first, I
swear we'll move onto all the great sex VERY soon [in the next chapter].
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