Date: Thu, 02 Aug 2001 21:43:16 -0700
From: Justin Randall <djkidnicky85@hotmail.com>
Subject: This Pop Life

   This story is about a group of people who are pop stars at the moment. It
does have female pop stars in it, but it's a gay story. You won't be seeing
the ladies hook up. Because who needs to read that? Well, if you do, there's
a whole other section for ya. :)

   This story is 100% fictional. It's going to involve a lot of different
celebs. I don't know anyone I write about and everything you're about to
read came out of my own horny mind. It never happened. If you like this
story, please write to me. I'm only going to put time into it if I know
there's a reason to. Thanks.



    "I don't want to! It's not normal!" The words came out sounding like the
pout of a spoiled child.

    "Jess, please. I do stuff for you!" he tried to keep the annoyance out
of his voice, but it wasn't easy. Why didn't the dumb bitch just do it for
him? She'd done it before, several times.

    "That's not the same! That's stuff a guy is supposed to do with a girl!"
she shot back, sounding ever more like a petulant brat.

    "Damn it! I told you, there's nothing weird about this, okay? Lot's of
guys like their girls to do this for them, babe!" His voice took on a
pleading note and he reached out for her, began rubbing her shoulders
lightly.

    "I don't know. It just seems wrong," she said, but he could tell the
shoulder rub was working it's magic. Her voice was filled with much less
conviction.

    "Baby, I'm so good to you, aren't I? I go without sex because I know you
want to wait. I do that because I love you so much. Can't you just do this
for me, please?" He was almost certain he had her now.

    "I know. You've been so patient. And I don't mind going down on you,
lover. I love it when you go down on me. But this..." she let her voice
trail off.

    He sighed, fighting back his frustration. Every single time they had to
go through all of this before the bitch would do it! Like it was any picnic
for him eating her out? Hell no. But he did it. This was the least she could
do.

    "Baby, come on. You know how hot it gets me. Please?" he kissed her neck
lightly.

    She sighed, and he felt her resolution break. "All right. But this is
the last time!"

    He nodded solemnly, as if she didn't say that every single time they
went through this. He moved over to the bed and laid back on it, propping
himself up on his elbows as he watched her get ready. He was clad only in
his tight white briefs, which showed off his ample bulge and round bubble
butt perfectly.

    When she finished her preparations, he grinned at her and pulled off his
briefs, tossing them aside. He rolled over on his stomach and raised his ass
in the air, ready for her.

   He groaned in pure delight as she slipped the first finger, clad in a
surgical clove and coated with lubricant, into his ass. When she started
sliding it back and forth, hitting his prostate every time, his dick became
rock hard and started leaking all over the bed. The urge to stroke himself
was almost overwhelming, but he held back, knowing the best was yet to come.

    "Mmmmm, yeah baby, that's it," he moaned as his girlfriend added a
second finger to his ass. He was squirming and writhing all over the bed as
she finger fucked his tight ass. He loved every second of this, the
incredible feeling of having his prostate massaged by those quick fingers.
He closed his eyes tightly and bit his lip, loving the fact that there was
never any real warning, that it could happen at any second.

    And happen it did. Shortly after adding a third finger to the task and
sending him over the moon with anticipation and pleasure, she suddenly
pulled all three fingers out of him. Before there was even time for him to
register this loss, she'd placed the head of the rubber strap on dick she
was wearing against his ass and drove it deep inside of him.

    He let out a scream of pure animal passion as the pain and the pleasure
mingled to create a sense of sexual euphoria rushing through his body as his
girlfriend rode his bubble butt with a strap on dildo, reaching around to
play with his nipples as she did, just as he liked.

    "Fuck me, baby. That's it, fuck my ass. Mmmm," he groaned, clutching the
blankets beneath him in his fists to fight the desire to grab his cock and
begin stroking it.

    She rode him for several minutes, panting and puffing while he groaned
and let out yelps of delight, imploring her several times to go faster and
harder.

    Finally, he felt himself reach the breaking point. He let out a long,
low growl as his cock exploded, spewing cum all over the bed and his chest.
He slumped forward, a sweat and cum soaked mess as his girlfriend continued
to pump his ass. She knew not to stop until he told her to. Sometimes,
though not often, he let her keep going until he was ready to cum a second
time.

    Not tonight, though. He let her ride him for a few more minutes,
enjoying the sensations and wondering what America would think if it could
see them now. Pop Princess Jessica Simpson fucking her studly teen idol
boyfriend Nick Lachey up the ass. What a sight that would make in a tabloid
spread!

    "Thank you, Jess," he sighed, giving her the signal to stop, which she
did immediately. He groaned again as she pulled out of him and went quickly
towards the bathroom to clean up. He rolled over on his back, still
completely naked, enjoying the deliciously used feeling of his ass. Placing
his hands behind his head, he sighed and looked up at the ceiling, thinking
how well this had worked out after all. He hadn't wanted to be saddled with
a girlfriend, no matter how good it was for his image. But he'd struck gold
with naive, virginal Jessica who really did want to wait for sex until
marriage and who was pretty green about the way things worked between a guy
and a girl.

    Of course, it couldn't last forever. For one thing, he was getting damn
tired of eating her out, which he always had to do before she'd fuck him.
And for another, her resistance to the whole thing seemed to grow stronger
every time they did it.

    Pretty soon, they'd either have to go their separate ways or he'd have
to find a real man to give him what he needed on the side. Which wouldn't be
too hard, given his fantastic body, his looks, and his fame. He'd fuck
himself, if he could.

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    He was laying back on the sofa, his dick in his hand, stroking like
there was no tomorrow. Like if he didn't cum right that second, he'd never
be able to.

    And in a sense, it was true. Who knew when he'd get time alone again to
pop in the video and beat off? He never had a spare moment these days.

    He stroked his cock with one hand while he rubbed and lightly squeezed
his balls with the other. Every once in awhile, he'd let his fingers trail
down and rub around his asshole, but he never quite dared to let them slip
inside. He was too scared of pain, even a little pain.

    Yet it looked like the guys in the video really liked it! He watched as
a buff, brown haired porn star pounded the ass of a blond twink, groaning
and cussing and sweating the whole time. Damn, they looked like there were
having lots of fun!

    He wondered what felt better- fucking or being fucked? He was equally
curious about both. He'd never gotten farther than kid's stuff. He'd had
blow jobs and hand jobs many times. The first time a girl had blown him,
he'd been 14. A perk of growing fame, not to mention good looks.

    Since then, he'd shot his load into the mouths of several willing girls.
And in the last few years, since he'd discovered his true sexual identity,
into the mouths of quite a few willing guys. It was always a quick blow job
here and there, though. He'd never done anything more serious than that. In
fact, he'd never even sucked dick himself, though he really wanted to. He
was just a little scared, that was all. What if he was really bad at it?
What if he hated the taste of cum?

    Speaking of cum, he was getting damn close. He watched, panting and
stroking, as the blond twink leaned over a pool table and took it up the ass
from the hunky brown haired guy. This was good stuff! Of all the things he'd
ever received from fans in the mail, this tape he'd gotten anonomously a few
weeks back was by far the best. At first he'd worried a little. Did someone
know he was into dudes? But then he calmed down and reminded himself that
they had a lot of gay fans. This was probably from one of them. Or from
someone who thought all guys in boy bands were fags and was playing a joke
that he could tell his friends about.

    He was almost there and he no longer cared who sent the tape or why. It
was about to make him blow his first load in days, that's all that mattered.
His blond hair, damp from sweat, hung down in his eyes as he moaned and
pounded his cock.

    The door handled turned and when whoever was on the other end found it
locked, they began to pound on the door almost as hard as he was beating his
meat.

    "What the fuck are you doing in there, beating off?? Open the damn door
Nick!" Nick groaned in a mixture of pleasure and despair. He knew he had to
open the door, but he was too close now to stop what he was doing.

   "Open up!" the pounding on the door became louder.

    "FUCK!" Nick Carter shouted as he blew his load. Nearly a week's work of
pent up lust burst forth, covering his sweaty chest. A few drops of hot cum
hit him on the chin.

    The moment the climax died down, Nick began to panic. He started rushing
around the room, cleaning up his cum, getting dressed, and removing the tape
from the VCR and putting it back in his hiding place.

    The entire time, an annoying pounding continued to sound on the door.
Finally, Nick flung it open and glared at his brother.

    "What do you want, Aaron?"

    "Just to see what you're doing. Fuck, it smells like you were wacking
off in here!" Aaron started to laugh. Nick felt himself blushing. His
brother had developed quite the foul mouth and attitude lately.

    "Get out!" Nick yelled, his face burning.

    "You need a woman, Nicky! Or you're going to go blind," Aaron giggled as
he left the room. Nick slammed the door behind him.

    "No fucking privacy," he muttered to himself. Coming home to spend time
with his family before AJ got out of rehab hadn't been the smartest idea
he'd ever had.


Okay, that's it for now. I plan this to be a series of ongoing stories about
various pop stars. They'll be inter connected at times and there will be
tons of sex. Provided of course you guys (and girls) like them and let me
know you do. djkidnicky85@hotmail.com