Date: Thu, 5 Oct 2000 17:07:40 -0700 (PDT)
From: Really Bigdreamer <reallybigdreamer@yahoo.com>
Subject: Dreams Can Come True 5-6

The normal legal disclaimer applies here: no one who
finds homosexual stuff offensive should read this, no
on under the age of 18 (or whatever the legal age is
in your area) should read this, and the story is
purely fiction and is made for entertainment purposes
only, not to imply anything about the celebrities
mentioned.


Note to readers: I am going to do something that I
don't think anyone's done before, I am going to let
the readers choose what happens next in our story and
will eventually play out in future installments. In
this installment Michael, our main character, is faced
with three possibilities, but he can only choose one
so I want everyone to e-mail me at
reallybigdreamer@yahoo.com and tell me which of the
three choices you want Micheal to do. Then I'll write
the next installment based on the results. I will
accept e-mails with your votes for three weeks after
the story is posted and then write and submit the next
installment based on the resuly, with that on to
chapter 5...

Chapter 5: A week later
I woke up when the alarm started to buzz around seven.
I rolled over and noticed that the alarm hadn't phased
Brian in the least. He had been staying with me in my
apartment for the past few days since it was easier
than trying to quietly have sex in the hotel room he
shared with Nick, which we decided not to try to do.
We had talked about our relationship and it looked
like it was turning into something long-term. I leaned
down and kissed his neck and started to kiss my way
down his chest until he woke up with a giggle.
	"Didn't you get enough last night?" he asked me.
	"I only came three times!" I said with a laugh.
	"Hey, you know something,"
	"What?" I asked.
	"That means you got off once more than me," he said
sinisterly as he jumped on me.
	We both rolled off the bed and onto the floor with a
loud thump. But that didn't stop Brian from ravaging
me.
	We were still on the floor wrapped in the bed's
sheets when the phone started to ring.
	"Hello?" Brian answered it.
	"Who's this?" Jen asked over on the other end.
	"Brian..." he answered.
	"Brian...?" she continued.
	"Is there something you want, lady?" Brian asked.
	"Give me the phone," I said figuring out it was Jen
since she's the only one I know up that early other
than Brian and he was with me, "Yeah."
	"Who the hell was that?"
	"Oh yeah," I started, "Jen I forgot to tell you that
I'm gay and dating Brian Littrell from the Backstreet
Boys."
	"WHAT?" she screamed into the phone, "I knew you were
bi...but you're dating who?"
	"Brian Littrell, and gay, not bi," I said.
	"Oh great," she replied, "does his management know
about this?"
	"Yeah, we're supposed to keep this on a Backstreet
Boys and management only basis," I said.
	"Well, no FUCK!" she screamed, "if this got out
you're career would so dead."
	"Anything you wanted?" I said getting kind of sick of
her.
	"Yeah," she said, "the Billboard Charts come out
today, I don't wanna ruin anything for you but I know
you have a Gateway somewhere in you apartment so turn
it on, get online, and look at the singles charts for
yourself okay?"
	"Um..." I said kind of confused, "Okay..."
	We both hung up and I went over and turned on the
computer and logged on to the net. Brian walked out of
the bathroom as the Billboard Charts Hot 100 finished
loading. I quickly scanned for my name.
	"Well, Madonna's still #1, and Janet's still #2,"
Brian mumbled to himself.
	"You follow this?" I asked.
	"Yeah, habit I guess, always looking for BSB's name
even though we don't have a single out right now."
	"Uh-huh..." I said as I scrolled to the end of the
page, "I'm not on there, she's on something strong."
	"Uh, Mike," Brian asked.
	"Yeah?"
	"You're going under that name Michael and that's
all?"
	"Yeah."
	"Well then," he quickly scrolled to the top of the
page and pointed.
	"OH MY FUCKING GOD!!!" I screamed as loud as I could.
	I jumped out of the chair and started jumping on the
bed and yelling.
	"I HAVE THE #7 SONG IN THE COUNTRY!!!" I screamed.
	"Hey," Brian said, "let's get showered and go out to
celebrate with breakfast."
	"You know," I said as I jumped down from the bed, "I
just might even eat breakfast today."
	"Damn, you must be in a good mood," Brian laughed
sarcastically.
***
	"I can't believe that my first single debuts #7," I
said excitedly as I stuffed pancakes in my mouth.
	"Not even our first single did that good," Brian
said, referring to the Backstreet Boys.
	We finished eating and ran down to Jen's office and
she went on lecturing me about neglecting to tell her
about my relationship with Brian and the praised me
for my single's success, then scolded me some more,
then she finished with more praise. Finally she let
Brian into her office and they small talked for a few
minutes. Then Brian and me walked out of his office
and down the street and back into my apartment.
	"I could here her yelling at you in the hallway,"
Brian said as we walked through the doorway and into
my apartment.
	"Yeah well, that's just Jen," I answered.
	The phone and Brian answered it again, this time it
was for him though. He said something hastily and then
said he had to go to a meeting in Manhattan so he left
for next few hours giving me some time alone to jump
on the bed some more as I finished letting the
excitement get to me.

Chapter 6: The next day
	"Why didn't you come home last night?" I asked.
	"The meeting lasted until seven and I figured that
you'd eaten already so I got some Chinese with the
guys and then went back to Nick and my hotel room to
pack, but I was really tired and crashed," Brian
explained over the phone.
	"Where are you now?"
	"At Madison Square Garden rehearsing for our show
tonight," he said, "the one you're opening for."
	"I know, I know,"
	"So when do you come here to warm up?" Brian asked.
	"I'm supposed to be there at noon, but I when I go on
to rehearse depends on how long you take."
	"Well," Brian replied, "we could do this in our sleep
so don't expect to be waiting too long, besides I
wanna hear you sing some of your songs."
	"Alright sweetie," I said, "Well I just got a beep,
see you in a bit?"
	"Yeah," he said before we both hung up.
	"Hello?" I answered the beep.
	"Mike, it's Jen," she said, "I've got a couple of
GREAT offers to make you, but you can only choose
one..."
	"Go on," I said.
	"Option number one: the label informed me today that
their willing to set up a low-budget tour for you,"
she said.
	"Are you serious?" I asked hysterically, "me having
my own tour!"
	"Yeah, but listen your other two options first," she
stated, "option number two: Jive Records is willing to
give you the opening spot for the Backstreet Boys'
upcoming tour."
	"Why would I want to do an opening act when I could
have my own tour?" I asked.
	"Just because your single is doing good doesn't mean
that your CD or your own tour will, they could both
bomb, and being an opening act would expose you
thousands of Backstreet fans every concert night,
possibly turning them into your own fans."
	"Uh-huh..."
	"There's a third option," Jen said, "remember after
you left your band to go solo and you weren't sure
what to do so you tried for a movie part and the solo
artist part at the same time and the movie guys turned
you down, but obviously the record label didn't?"
	"Yeah,"
	"Well the guy they chose to play the part just came
down with the chicken pox," she said, "and having the
chicken pox in your twenties is VERY dangerous, unlike
when you're child and they go away in a couple week
they can take months to cure. So he resigned from the
movie and you were their #2 choice so..."
	"I have a movie offer!?!" I screamed.
	"Yup..." she said smugly.
	"Oh God," I said, "I don't which way to go...if I go on
tour by myself it could flop, but being an opening act
doesn't offer much spotlight, and the movie could be a
flop as much as my own tour could be..."
	"That's the dilemma," Jen stated, "each way could
make you big or hurt you big..."
	"I need to think about this..." I said.
	"You have a day," Jen interrupted me, "Sorry but
Columbia/Tri Star is making the movie and they said
that they need your decision by tomorrow afternoon.
Jive Records says they need your decision on the tour
in the next three days so they have time to find
another opening act for BSB, if necessary. And
Columbia Records, your own label obviously, says they
need to know by the end of the week so they can start
booking shows if you want to do the tour. So the
longer you think the less options you have."
	"How much are we talking money wise?" I asked.
	"The opening act spot has the least, the movie execs
said $500,000 at most, and the money from your tour
will vary on how well it does."
	"Alright..." I said, "Call you tomorrow."
	I hung up, grabbed my jacket, and headed down to the
studio to begin rehearsing.

	When I got there at a couple before noon the guys
were about three-quarters the way through their
performance and the stage manager told them to take
about ten minutes off so the stage crew could readjust
the speakers.
	I quickly ran over and grabbed Brian and pulled him
into a janitorial closet. I ripped his shirt off of
him and rubbed his chest and abs as I kissed his
wildly. I soon stopped kissing him and began to
ravenously suck on his pecs.
	"Mike...oh baby..." he began to pant, "we can't do this
here...oh...we don't have enough time anyway..."
	"Sure we do..." I said as I knelt and yanked his pants
around his ankles and grabbed his semi-erect penis and
sucked it all into my mouth.
	I began to bob up and down as he began to moan louder
and louder.
	"Oh baby..."
	I took my mouth off his prick only long enough to
lube one of my fingers with lots of saliva.
	I reached around slowly inserted my index finger as
far into his ass as it could go. I began to move it
and out, in and out as I continued to suck slightly
harder on Brian's dick.
	"Oh God..." he moaned in between gasps for air.
	I inserted two more fingers into Brian's tight hole
and began to pump harder and faster as I his balls and
jerked him off...
	Soon the precum the escaped his piss-slit dribbled
down to my lips, which I eagerly lapped up. I began to
finger-fuck him faster as I increased the speed I
jacked him off.
	"I'm gonna..." without even hearing the rest of that
phrase I covered his cockhead with my mouth and
swallowed every last drop of cum that he ejaculated.
	"That was great..." he said as I pulled his pants back
up onto him.
	"Anytime, now get out there and finish that act!" I
demanded.
	"I don't have the energy..."
	"Then I guess repeating this escapade later
won't...what's the word...interest you either, you won't
have the energy, that is..." I said.
	With that Brian kissed me and ran on stage to
finished rehearsing.
	When I took the stage I loved it. I imagined that the
place was packed which it would be later that night,
and I felt overwhelmed and kinda nervous for later
that night.
	After I finished my run-through I met up with Brian
backstage and we decided to out to dinner with the
guys, minus Howie and AJ since they wanted to do some
shopping while they were still in town and figured
that not so many fans would be shopping at around
dinner time.
	We decided on a Chinese restaurant on the outskirts
of Chinatown and we sat down. I got sweet & sour
chicken balls, fried rice, and an eggroll, Brian got
the same, except with sweet and sour pork, Kevin got
Mu Goo Gai Pan and Nick got the same as me.
	We small talked about pointless stuff throughout the
meal, all uninteresting stuff until we were just about
to pay.
	"Well, Mike," Nick whispered into my ear, "how are
you and Brian doing together?"
	"Not bad," I said out loud, "but he's lousy in
bed...and he always makes ME change the sheets..."
	"Shut up!" Brian said as he threw his napkin at me.
	Kevin laughed with a sort of disgusted look on his
face, I guess he didn't like to talk about gay stuff
so I was about to change the conversation when he beat
me to it.
	 "Mike," Kevin said, "I heard you were offered the
opening act spot on our next tour, any truth to that
or is that just some Jive Records office rumors?"
	"No," I answered, "it's true, but..."
	"Why didn't you tell me?" Brian interrupted.
	"I was going to but I have a couple other offers that
are promising," I explained.
	"Let's go outside and get a cab," Brian said, "you
guys get the bill I'll give you the rest outside, but
give me and Mike some time to get a cab and talk..."
	We walked out of the restaurant and Brian immediately
started on me.
	"Why didn't you tell me, babe?" he asked.
	"I already told you why," I said, "not only that, but
I just found out today anyway, and I didn't want to
get your hopes up only to choose to do something
else."
	"What are the other offers?" he asked.
	"A tour of my own and a movie deal," I answered, "any
way I go is a chance, if I take the tour and it bombs
it jeopardizes my career, if I take the movie and it
bombs then I am immediately labeled in the acting
industry, and if I take the opening act and I hit it
big it'll be a waste, in a way..."
	"Uh-huh..." he didn't sound convinced.
	"Listen," I said, "I don't know the full story on any
of the jobs or the money involved, so still don't
which one I want, but the movie offer is only good
until tomorrow then they go with someone else."
	"Alright," Brian said, "I guess I overreacted a
little and I know we haven't been out that long but I
still feel like we should be honest with each
other...well I overreacted...that's all, hey! There's a
cab!"
	We hailed the cab and Kevin and Nick were obviously
uneasy and tense around us now, but I didn't feel like
anything was that different.

	It was fifteen minutes until I went on as warm-up and
I asked no one to tell me how many people were in the
audience so I wouldn't get nervous, but then some
idiot producer said it must feel great to have my
first opening act in front of nearly 60,000 people.
	After the urge of shooting him and I had revived from
the immediate nausea I felt for the next couple
minutes I decided to go suck it up head out there.
Well I went on and when I left the stage everyone was
one their feet, but I wasn't sure if it was for me or
if it was because they knew the Backstreet Boys were
coming on next. That's the reason I cheer at the end
of warm-up acts, because I know the artist I came to
see is coming up next.
	I walked by and heard the manager say there was 20
minutes of set change time until Backstreet went on,
so when I found Brian putting on his reflective silver
suit I pulled him into the janitor's closet we had
used earlier.
	"Not again..." Brian muttered in the almost pitch black
room.
	"You complaining?" I asked.
	"No, but I can't see,"
	"Don't matter,"  I said, "I just wanted to tell you
that I don't think you overreacted because this
relationship has gotten really serious really fast and
we're both trying to take it at a slower pace to enjoy
it more, but we can't help it..."
	"Thanks for not making feel like an idiot," Brian
said, "so I guess I'll have to wait until bedtime,
huh?"
	Before the words finished leaving his mouth my hands
were unzipping his and grabbing onto his semi-erect
cock. I sucked on his cock until it was at full
attention and quickly jacked him off. As I jacked him
off I used my saliva to lube my own cock and quickly
turned him around. I pulled his pants down to his
ankles and slowly worked my cock into his tight hole.
After I felt the head pop in I began to work the rest
in until I was completely inside of him. I fucked his
ass hard and fast and knew it wouldn't be long until I
blew my load because I was extremely horny. I pumped
my rigid cock and barely touched Brian's cock, but I
must have hit his prostate in just the right way
because I heard him moan loudly and then he creamed
all over my nearby hand. Brian guided my hand to his
mouth where he began to erotically lick his cum off of
my fingers one by one. Feeling Brian's tongue slowly
massage my fingers as he licked his own cum off of
them I was sent over the edge and exploded deep inside
his ass.
I felt like collapsing and knew he felt the same but
we rushed out and into the bathroom across the hall
from the closet we were in to clean up: check to make
sure Brian didn't cum on himself, wipe the sweat off
of him before he went on stage, etc.
Once we had made sure Brian was suitable for the stage
I checked my watch and realized that it had been close
to twenty minutes so we rushed to where the guys had
to go on. They were waiting for him and Kevin had one
of those looks on his face, you know, one of those
`where have you been' looks.
	Well Brian and the guys went on and they were
awesome. I can't tell you how good they were. At the
end the guys rushed off the stage and outside to the
limo, I wasn't sure what was going on or what to do,
but Brian dragged me along.
	"Sorry about that," Kevin said once inside the limo,
"but we have to hurry and leave the area right after
we perform or else the crowd inside the arena
surrounds the place and looks for autographs."
	"Oh how awful to have fans," I said sarcastically.
	Once the limo took us back to the guys' hotel they
all immediately headed for the showers and once
everyone was showered they all headed for bed. Since
Brian shared a room with Nick, and Nick wanted some
sleep, and Brian wanted to talk with me we decided to
head down to the hotel's bar and talk down there.
Brian was wearing only a pair of sweat pants and a
sweatshirt and me still clad in jeans and a Nike shirt
we stood out among the suits and tuxes, well it was a
5-star hotel.
	"I'm surprised that they let come into the bar like
this," I laughed as I looked around to see the suits
and tuxes and assumed there was a dress code.
	"They won't throw out a celebrity," Brian said
bluntly, "it'd a bad rep for when another celebrity
wants to rent a suite. But let's talk about what we
came here to talk about."
	I waited as Brian sipped his drink.
	"Like you said earlier this relationship is going
faster than we want it too," he started, "and even
though we are trying to take it slow it's not working
out that way. I find myself getting jealous over
everyone I see you talking to and we've only been
seeing each other for about a week. So I feel right
when I say that you should choose whatever you want to
do with your career and I'll stand by you..."

And that's where you come in! As said in the Note to
Readers at the top I want you to vote one whether you
think Mike should take the acting job, his own tour,
or go with BSB as an opening act and I'll tally the
responses and write the next installments based on
your votes. E-mail me your choice to
reallybigdreamer@yahoo.com  along with any questions,
comments, or suggestions you might have. Maybe you
want Mike to ditch Brian for someone else, or maybe
not choose any of the three options and go off on his
own to do something else, tell me and I'll consider as
I tally your vote in with the others. If this works
out maybe I'll do something like this with every
installment, or every other installment or whatever.
Can't wait to hear from you!