Date: Tue, 07 Aug 2001 16:45:02 -0500
From: Jesse Rivera <yhh_sttng@hotmail.com>
Subject: Mine In Private Part 2

This is my first, possibly my last, attempt at writing a story like this.
My only real writing experience is writing letters replying to customer
inquiries.  I hope you readers like this story and will ask for it to run
through its conclusion, somewhere between 7 to 10 chapters.  So please write
me at yhh_sttng@hotmail.com and let me know what you think.  I'll try to
reply to all who ask, but no promises.
Also please remember this story is a work of fiction and is not meant to
imply anything about the celebrities mentioned.  I have never met any of the
celebrities mentioned in this story.  I mean come on people, if I had, do
you think I'd be writing about it?  I also have no knowledge of the sexual
preferences of any of the celebrities mentioned.  Please remember that,
having unprotected sex can lead to sexually transmitted diseases of which at
least one is fatal.  So be smart, use a condom.
Thank you,
Jesse
yhh_sttng@hotmail.com

Mine In Private
Part 2
Marco was waiting for me as I strolled in the door.  Laying in ambush was
more like it.  No lion ever pounced more quickly than he did.  He came at me
from his chair his eyes open wide, mouth agape.

"You dog!"  He said.  "Come wondering in at the crack of noon.  You have a
cell phone, y'know.  You could have called to let me know you were getting
some."  He pulled me with one arm while closing the door with the other.
All this in one motion and he threw me on the couch.  He used his fingers to
move the hair out of my eyes.  "Your hair is wet!  Dog!  You'd better tell
me what happened."

I was trapped.  I knew better than to make up a story, he was even better
than my mother at knowing when I lied.  He was also freakishly strong, he
held me down and I wasn't getting up until he let me.  I looked at him and
smiled, my face turning red in silent acknowledgement of my sexual
encounter.

"Come on now tell everything."  He said.

So I told him.  I told him all about what I saw backstage.  That everyone
there was scurrying around like ants going back and forth, handing things to
one another and looking like total chaos.  Yet no one seemed worried.

"No.  No.  No.  I mean what happened between you and Nick."  Marco
interrupted.  He put his hand on my side and started tickling, while his
other hand kept me from getting away from him.  I was so ticklish, and he
knew it.  There was no stopping until he saw that I was gasping for breath
between laughs.

"Ok" I said between gasps of breath.  When I finally got my breathing under
control, I told him everything that happened in Nick's dressing room.  He
loved it.

"Wow, you got fucked by a Backstreet Boy!  I'm so proud.  Wait until I tell
everyone."  He said letting me up.   I grabbed his arm before he could get
out of reach.

"No, you can't tell anyone."  I said.  "No one else can know what happened.
You can say I got the backstage pass because he hurt my wrist, but not what
we did.  Promise me you wont tell anyone."

"Okay, luvy.  I wont."  He said, "But you're going to need to tell me the
rest of what happened."

Not really having a choice in the matter, since he would just tickle me
until I told him, I did.





I watched the concert from the side and on a TV that was set up there for
all of us to watch.  I felt really out of place.  I was standing with these
girls who won their passes from some radio station contest.

I really couldn't believe that their parents let them dress like they did.
I thought drag queens wore too much makeup; these girls made them look
positively plain.  And the clothes they wore, Jennifer Lopez wore less
revealing outfits.  And that perfume one of them wore, or drenched herself
in.  I wanted to hose her off.

Despite these girls, the concert was great.  When it was done the guys came
back to the screams of those girls, each one took a girl in arm and posed
for pictures with them.  When that was over I started walking towards Nick,
ready to tell him how much I liked the show.  But Kevin stopped me.

"Not now." He said.  His face was hard, every angle ridged and pointed down
at me.  "Wait until everybody's gone, or at least until the reporters
leave."  I must have looked hurt or at least confused.  His face softened
into a smile.  "Look, the pass he got you is also good for the cast party.
It's in the Hall right above us.  I'm sure he wanted you to go."   He turned
and left before I could ask him anything.

When I got to the party it looked like everyone was there.  I spotted some
of the dancers and band members that I'd seen backstage.  I spotted Nick
too.  He was with this one girl I hadn't noticed.  She looked like a nice
girl, nothing like those young whores from backstage.  They both seemed to
be having a goodtime.

Lucky them.

I just stood around like a fool not knowing what to do or say, no one paid
me any attention.  Finally Nick came over to me and told me to get my car
and pick him up in half an hour at the stage entrance.  Then he walked off
without even looking back.  Pissed me off.  Not even a little hug or
handshake, nothing but 'pick me up'.

I almost didn't do it, but I did.  My dick wanted to see him again, even if
it was two thirty in the morning; but I made him wait and showed up about
ten minutes late.

He was there waiting for me leaning back against the wall like James Dean.
When I pulled up, he jumped into the passenger seat.  He leaned over and
kissed me, and ran his hand up and down my leg before messaging my growing
dick

"Nice car, Camero rag top, 19" He stopped and thought it over before
continuing, "70 model?"

"'69"

He laughed at that and kissed me more, using both of his hands to pull me
closer to him.  Reluctantly, he broke our kiss.

"Is there a Denny's or IHOP near by?  I want waffles."  He buckled himself
in started looking through my glove box.  I just stared at him.  I wanted to
be mad, but I couldn't, not after that kiss.

At the IHOP, the waitress didn't notice him and just took our order and
shoved our food at us.

He kept running his foot up and down my leg.  There was another couple
there, but they seemed too involved with their argument.  So we went
unnoticed.

I told him I loved the concert, the best I've seen yet.  He blushed and just
told me about the mistakes he made.

"I didn't notice.  Really I didn't."

"Thanks for that but I stunk."

"Couldn't be any worse than that girl who was all over Howie."  I said.  We
both were cracking up at the thought of that over scented girl, and the face
Howie made while she was hugging him.

Nick kept the conversation going.  He switched from topic to topic, never
quite finishing one before starting the other.  I loved every minute of it.
I watched those beautiful blue eyes of his.  They held my attention almost
as much as the conversation.

I kept staring until I heard him mention that word.  I had to stop him, and
make him repeat it.  I was sure that was not something I would ever hear a
guy I was out with would say.  He said it again, and the smile I had opened
wide.  He said, Nightcrawler.

That opened up a whole new avenue between us.  He liked the Xmen, not just
the movie but comic!  We devoured that topic.  Going over plots high and
lows and characters we enjoy or miss.  It was great, enthralling.  We were
deep in the words and images that we remembered.

He told me he draws the characters, to pass the time while traveling between
cities.  He explained that before he became a Backstreet Boy, he wanted to
draw comics.  I just laughed.

"Really," He said, "I'm pretty good too.  I even designed the look for the
comic that Marvel made of us."

I just had to laugh at that too.  Someone had to get paid to come up with
that idea.  What a world.

"Here let me do something."  He said while getting up.  He came right back
with a pencil in hand.  "Watch, non-believer."

He drew on a napkin.  At first to me it looked like nothing more than a few
random lines.  Then a face began to appear.  My face.  Sooner than I
realized, I was looking down at my face.  A broad smile on my lips matched
my actual face.

Shyly he pushed the paper over to me.  I looked right back at him.  His eyes
were still shining, but somehow their light wasn't as bright as before.  He
actually looked smaller, a little timid.  A moment of fear passed over him,
before I picked up the drawing.

He had reached his hand out to mine but then pulled it quickly back.

"Shit!" He said while quickly lowering himself into my shadow on the table.

"What?"

"See that guy over there?" He said in a low whisper.  "The guy by the check
out counter?  He's a reporter that keeps following us around.  He's been
trying to get any dirt on us he can.  We gotta get out of here before he
sees us."  Nick sunk even lower, hiding below the clear plastic flag,
pushing his head against the wood of the partition.

The man was just standing there looking over the tables, refusing the
waitresses help to get a table.  He was a thin man, with a mustache that was
far too big for his small face.  His nose was bigger still, like some flesh
colored pickle stuck to his face.  He started walking toward us, looking in
each both along the way.

I had no time to think, I reacted by instinct.  Quickly I rose, never facing
the man I walked backwards right into him.  Acting scared, I quickly turned
and pushed him back.  His legs came up and his body went down.  I just hoped
I could distract him enough for Nick to get away unnoticed.

"God damn it!"  The guy said from the floor as he slowly got himself up.

I reached out to help him up.  I yanked him up hard, and pulled him right
into me.  Getting us to fall back.  I landed just like I wanted to, but he
came falling onto me, and hit my wrist.  That hurt bad, and I cried out even
louder than he did.

The waitress was over us trying to help us up from our heap.  She had leaned
over a bit too far, and my weight was more than enough to pull her down too.
  I got up first pushing the guy down as I did.

I saw Nick quietly going out the door and jump into the car.  After I helped
her up I gave the waitress a 20 and ran out the door and into my car.  I
didn't look back until we were out of sight of the parking lot.  Nick sat
himself up.

"Thanks," he said.  He looked at his watch.  "Almost four thirty lets go
back to the hotel."

He turned to me, that Cheshire cat smile of his leading his way to my face.
He kissed my cheek, then down to my neck, and up to my ear.   His hand found
my cock messaging it through my jeans.  While nibbling on my earlobe, he
popped open the buttons on my jeans fitting his hand in the opening.  My
dick was held tightly in his hand as he pumped it up and down.  He pulled it
out into the open.  I'm not sure how I kept the car under control, but I was
able to maneuver it off the highway.

"Go in through the parking garage and park near the elevator."  He whispered
in my ear.  Nick kissed my cheek and put his head against my chest.  Slowly
he moved down till I could feel his breath against the head of my throbbing
organ.  He flicked his tongue out and licked all over the broad head,
lapping up my pre cum.  Abruptly he sat up and pushed my cock back in my
jeans.  "Just a preview."  He smiled and turned the radio on.

When we arrived at the hotel's parking garage, there was a guard at the
elevator.  A large black man whose arms seemed as big around as my chest
looked down at me.  I felt like I had just stolen his wallet, my insides
were completely dead.  He never took his eyes off me.

"He with you?"  His voice showed no emotion.

"Yeah Joe," Nick said  "Also could you keep an eye out on his car, we left
the top down.  It's the "

"Blue and white 1969 Camero."  Joe finished.

I gave him my name, showed him my license and signed in before he let me
pass him.  Quickly I entered the elevator.

Nick quickly pulled me to him, shoving his tongue in my mouth.  His hand, he
pushed down the front of my jeans, and messaged my growing dick.  Pulling up
and down on my quickly hardening man hood.  I pushed my hands down the back
of his pants, cupping his firm ass and pulling the muscular cheeks apart.

We were like that when the elevator doors opened.  Another guard who was as
big as the one in the garage asked for my license.  Nick went on to his room
while the guard cleared me.

Nick had left his door ajar, and I walked in.  The lights were low, but I
could see him standing in the shadows.  All his clothes were piled beside
the bed.  Closing the door behind me, I took him in my arms.  His body
pressed up against mine.  He ground his cock against me and ran his tongue
along the side of my neck.

I kissed him deeply, as our tongues dueled.  I felt him tug my shirt up.
Breaking our kiss he pulled it off me.  His mouth found my chest, and he
licked my pec.  Running his tongue over my nipple he put his arms tightly
around my waist and lifted me up.  He lay me on the bed, his body covering
mine.

I felt myself starting to lose control to him, as he started kissing his way
down my body.  He used his tongue to trace the outline of my six-pack, and
to probe my belly button.  He undid my jeans and kissed along the elastic
band of my shorts.  My dick was pushing against the fabric.  My precum left
a wet circle over the throbbing head.

He started to suck my cock through my shorts, soaking the material so it
clung to my bone.  My jeans were at my knees, and he was pushing them down.
Nick came off my cock and taking a hold of the waistband he yanked my shorts
down.  He pulled them off along with my jeans.

Nick began kissing his way up my leg.  He stopped at my balls and began
sucking on them.  Rolling them in his mouth and gently tugging, he began
moaning.  The vibrations were incredible sending waves of pleasure through
out me.

I was enraptured in the feelings he was giving me.  My mind focused on his
talented mouth and every nerve he was stimulating.

He engulfed the large head of my rod, and sucked on it, his hand jerking on
the length.  Slowly he worked his way down, using his tongue to lick every
inch.  Only when his lips were around the base did he come back up.  Up and
down he went alternating between deep and shallow dives.  He kept it up
never stopping, never letting me catch my breath.

I pulled myself around to get at that wonderful organ of his.  His dick was
above me all nine inches hard and drooling precum.  I sucked him into my
mouth, taking it deep into my throat.  I pulled back on it, and licked the
head all over, tasting his nectar.  Flattening out my tongue I ran it along
the underside following his cum tube up and down.

He sucked harder on my cock, not letting his mouth let it go.  It was
dripping wet and he kept getting it wetter.  The guy really could hold his
breath.  He would swallow my pride and stay down on it running his tongue
over it for what seemed like forever before coming up for air.

My mouth followed as he moved over me, getting his firm ass over my face.
His hole was right above me, winking inviting me to it.  I licked all around
the opening, dipping in past the opening working my way inside.  He
responded by pushing his ass down, trying to get more inside him.  He
wiggled his ass over my face, groaning with each thrust of my tongue.  I
used my finger to help opening up his tight hole.  He pushed back on my
finger grinding on it.  I added a second and he pushed even more.

He pulled off my dick and turned around on me, letting my cock slide between
his ass cheeks.  I felt only brief tantalizing touches to his opening, but
he didn't let me in.  I had to get in.

Placing my hands on his waist I stopped the gyration of his hips letting my
dick settle against the hot orifice.  He put his mouth to mine kissing me,
as I pushed up, trying to get past the muscle.  He pushed back to, trying to
help me enter, but the muscle would not be broken. I had to have him, but
the little guardian would not let me pass, until an idea came to me.

I worked my way down his chest I started licking his nipples swirling all
around the nubs.  My manhood lined up against his hole, I bit down on his
nipple.  He let out a yelp, and I pushed hard up, sliding past the muscle
and into that love tunnel.  His eyes grew wide, and he pushed back forcing
all I had into him.  His ass was firmly against me, and I could feel the
spasms of his muscle all over my dick.

He was tight I could feel every bit of him around me squeezing hard.  I
almost lost it then, but I held on fighting back the urge to blast away in
him.  Gingerly, he lifted up letting half my rod slide out before going back
down.  He did it again and again, pulling up further and slamming down
harder each time.  I could feel the heat from the friction building as my
cock grew becoming harder than it ever had before.  I started pushing up
every time he came down.  He was moaning now, letting out loud sounds when I
could push no further into him.

I got him to lay back, his legs wrapped around my body.  I thrust into him
hard, grinding my pubic hair into his ass.  He started to jerk on his hard
cock, pumping it in tempo to my thrusts.  I had my lips on his shoulder,
nipping at his skin along the base of the neck.

I was pumping hard into him, slamming deep into his bowels.  The sounds of
flesh slapping flesh filled my ears.  My load was building; I could feel the
pressure increase with each thrust.

Nick started to cry out, thrashing his head back and forth.  His hand was
moving quickly up and down his cock.

"I'm going to cum."  He said in gasps.

I doubled my efforts, fucking him as hard as I could.  His ass muscles
convulsed, milking my hardness.  He started to gasp.  All his muscles
tightened.  He yelled out as his orgasm took over.  Shot after shot flew out
of his dick.  I felt them hit me and begin to pool between us.

The orgasm sent shivers through out his body and into my cock.  Pushing in
as deep as I could I blew.  My load coated his stretched walls, cooling the
heat of our fuck.

We kissed each other as the last of my load poured into him.  He smiled at
me as his body relaxed.

"You wanna stay?"  He asked.  Then added, "Please."

"I'd like that."

With that he kissed me again, and let me rest my head on his chest.  He
stroked my hair until I fell asleep.

We woke up about two hours ago and ordered breakfast.  Then we showered
together, he gave me another pass for tomorrow's show and I drove back here.

That's pretty much all that happened.

Marco smiled at me and shook his head almost laughing at the story.

"That's incredible." He said smiling at me.  "It sounds like everyone knows
that Nick is gay."

"Yeah I got that impression.  But they keep it quiet."  I said.

"You going to see him again?"

"Hopefully tonight.  I'm going to cook dinner for him."

Marco laughed.

"I'll cook it," he said "You burn boiling water."


---End part 2