Date: Sun, 19 Aug 2001 03:52:20 -0700 (PDT)
From: Taylor Walker <eminemgiveshead@yahoo.com>
Subject: "It's Gotta Be You chapter 1"

Hi everybody! This is my first attempt at this kind of
writing so I'm not going to say "be so kind" or
whatever. This IS my first attempt so be brutal if you
must. No matter how little the mistake, let me know.
It's the only way to grow. Learn from your mistakes
and improve. All feedback is welcome. E-mail me, just
to tell me you liked it if you want. I love e-mail as
long as it's not junk mail. With that said, here comes
the inevitable disclaimer.

Disclaimer: This story features gay elements and if
you are offended by that, WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE TO
BEGIN WITH! If it is illegal to view this where you
are, I truly feel sorry for you. Get on a plane, boat,
raft or swim, but get to America where you can view
what you want. I don't know BSB and have no SOLID
proof of their sexual preferences, though I have my
suspicions. Everything in this story, to my immediate
knowledge, is fiction.

This story may not be posted anywhere at any time
without my personal permission.

Copyright 2001 Taylor Walker All Rights Reserved.



It's Gotta Be You

Chapter One

The Backstreet Boys had just finished a concert and they were in the back
relaxing after a great show. Well, all, but one member. Brian looked around
the dressing room. ''Hey, guys, where's Howie?''

A.J. laughed. He's probably somewhere with one of those fine chicks that
were begging for his autograph.''

''Yeah, right,'' said Brian sarcastically. ''I'm sure he's hitting on every
girl in the building.'' Brian got up and headed for the door. ''I'm gonna
go find him.'' Brian left and walked down the halls, looking for Howie.
''Hey, Howie, man, where are you?'' At the first corner he turned, he found
Howie sitting alone on the hallway floor with his head in his hands,
crying.  ''Come on, bro, not again. You've got to pull yourself together,''
Brian told him as he sat down beside him.

Howie looked over at Brian with a tear stained face. ''I can't help it,
Rock. Every night, we come out here and perform. The problem is that's all
I do. You and Kev have someone to look forward to going home to, A.J. and
Nick go partying all the time, but what do I have... who do I have?''
Brian puts his hand on Howie's shoulder. ''You've got us, man, we're
family.''

Howie got up. ''I know that, but... you know what I mean.''

''Yeah, but I've told you, you'll find someone. It just takes time.''

Howie pulled a picture out of his pocket and looked at it. Brian got up and
walked over to him and noticed that Howie was staring at a picture of
Eminem. ''Howie, how many times do I have to tell you, forget him? He can't
stand us. Besides, he's got a wife.''

''Ex-wife,'' said Howie not taking his eyes off the picture.

''Oh and that means he's gay?''

''Of course. Look at how he treats all the women in his life. He hates them
worse than he claims to hate any boy band. And the duet with Elton. And did
you see that Rolling Stone cover? What straight guy with his so-called
attitude would pose for that?'' Howie turned around and looked at Brian,
showing him the picture. ''Just look at him, he's perfect.''

''Howie, you've got to get back to reality or you're gonna crack.''

Howie continues, not even paying attention to Brian's comment. ''And
tomorrow, we're gonna be in the same building for the Teen Choice Awards.''

''Uh, Howie, you're not thinking what I think, are you? Because if you are,
my advice is to just stay away from him. He might beat the life out of
you.''

Howie smiled. ''Don't worry, that's all an act. Trust me, he's just a big
teddy bear. He's trying to hide his true feelings by acting tough. I'll be
fine.''

''Just be careful, we're family and I don't want you to get hurt,
physically or otherwise.'' Brian started back toward the dressing
room. ''Now come on, the guys are waiting.''

''Right behind you, Rock,'' said Howie.

Howie and Brian headed back to the dressing room, Howie with a big smile on
his face and Brian with a worried look on his.

They arrive back in the dressing room and Nick immediately popped up from
his seat. ''So, you ok, Howie?''

''Yeah, I'm fine now,'' said Howie in a less than optimistic tone. He had
started to think about what Brian said as they walked back to the room and
his smile wasn't as noticeable now.

A.J. smiles. ''Oh, I know that look. Girl troubles, huh?''

A.J. was the only one in the group that was totally clueless. Even though
Howie never discusses his sex life with anyone, but Brian, Nick and Kevin
pretty much figure that he's gay.

Howie smiles nervously at A.J. ''Yeah, something like that.''

Getting up, Kevin clapped his hands together. ''Well, we'd better get
moving. We've got that award show to do tomorrow and I want to get in some
sightseeing first thing in the morning so, lets move it people.'' The guys
began packing the few things they brought to the concert and headed out the
door and to the bus.

On the bus, A.J., Kevin and Brian turned in early after dinner.  Howie sat
at a table on the bus, scribbling and lost in thought.  Nick decided to
take a much-needed cold shower. He peeled his shirt form his sweaty flesh
and tossed it aside, revealing a gorgeous upper body. Smooth, creamy skin,
beautiful, not extremely defined pecs and abs and a tattoo wrapped around
his right bicep. He stared at himself in the mirror, running his hands
through his spiky blond hair. Visions of the reason he needs a cold shower
run through his mind... Howie. Howie dancing on stage, Howie sleeping,
Howie eating, Howie sitting, basically everything that Howie's done starts
to flash in his head. He couldn't understand why he's been having these
feelings about the man that he's considered a big brother all the time he's
known him.  He's never had feelings for any of the guys in the band or any
guy for that matter, but here he was, thinking about Howie. He knew Howie
was gay, but was he?

He slipped off his jeans and stood there in his crimson red boxer-briefs, a
huge tent in them. He had gotten rock-hard thinking about HOWIE. He
couldn't believe it. What was happening to him? He slipped out of his
boxer-briefs to reveal his long, thick cock and he couldn't help but start
to stroke it, slowly, softly...  thoughts of Howie running through his
mind.  He stopped just long enough to get in the shower and turn the water
on, but not the cold water as he had planned.  He stood, once again
stroking his dick, under the flow of the semi-hot water as it cascaded down
his magnificent frame.  Right now, he didn't care why he was having these
feelings, he'd worry about it later. All he wanted to do was enjoy the
moment.  Nick moved his hand lightly up and down his shaft, moaning Howie`s
name. In his mind's eye he saw Howie, laying nude on a beach alone, the
scorching sun shining off of his perfectly toned skin.  In a quick flash,
Nick was standing over him. He looked down at his beautiful form, smiling
as he rubbed the bulge in his trunks.

''I wondered when you'd get here,'' said Howie opening his eyes.  He smiled
and said, ''Let me take care of that.'' He got up on his knees and ran his
hand down Nick's chest and abs. The sensation sent shivers through Nick's
entire body.  Howie's hands reached Nick's trunks and slowly began pulling
them down to reveal Nick's throbbing hard-on. He took it in his hands and
began stroking it. Then, he opened his lips slightly and slid the massive
tool into his mouth, his tongue exploring every inch of it. He took it in
further and began bobbing his head up and down on it as the ecstasy swept
over Nick's body and he began to moan Howie's name.

In the other room, Howie got up from the table after he thought he heard
someone calling his name.  As he got closer to the bathroom, he heard what
was unmistakably Nick's voice calling him so he opened the door.  His jaw
dropped as he saw Nick standing in the shower jerking off as he moaned his
name.