Date: Mon, 14 Aug 2000 09:47:07 EDT
From: CaRtOoN80@aol.com
Subject: what you see is what you get 1

What You See Is What You Get-1

The following story is a work of fiction that does not want to imply that
anyone in this story is gay, lesbian, or bisexual.  Just take this story as
entertainment. Thank you

	God, look at his butt.. Such a nice ass too. Perfectly shaped on
him. The curves are perfect, the size. Damn my ass fetish. Damn me being
gay. I never wanted to choose this, but damn it's a fucking good way to
live. I have never been ashamed of being gay, and I never will be. Everyone
here knows. But God, look at his ass. Oh, I just want to..

	"Hey," Walter yelled at me. "I'm sorry to bore you and all, but we
need to get everything set before we begin on the new project."

	"Sorry, Walt," I spoke calmly, trying to calm Walter down. "I was
just out of it for a second, but I'm back."

	"Good," Walter said calmly, "Now let's talk about the upcoming
recording."

	"Awe, jeez. Can you wait until we get the damn songs first," Chris
complained

	"We need to talk about it now," Walter said firmly.

	Chris sighed and sat back in his chair. He's had a hard time
lately, but it's all on him. Chris is a funny guy, unless he's
horny.. which is a lot. Especially since he broke up with Melissa, his
steady girlfriend for a good six months. Why? Well, let's just say that
what happened the night before Chris and Melissa broke up has a lot to do
with alcohol and the stale relationships between Chris and Justin. Not to
mention Chris's new found religion, bisexuality. Now don't get me wrong, I
believe being bi is a good thing if it fits you, but in Chris's case, it's
disgusting. He thinks that since he's bisexual, that he has a greater
chance of getting some ass. Yes, Chris is a sick fuck, but he's my friend
as well. He helped me through the gay issue when I was having trouble with
it. He has always been a friend.just a friend with a dick control problem.

	"Well, will we, at least, get a month off before we start on the
new album. I mean we finished the album, promoted it, did a concert, and
remember the lawsuit with Lou during our `vacation.' We need the break."

	"Justin, I will talk to the big heads upstairs. They will probably
ok it, but you also have to be aware that we gotta promote the new single
soon," Walter said as he stood near Joey and Chris.

	Nobody has been a better friend than Justin. He may be well,
different. I mean sometimes I think he thinks he was raised in the mean
streets of Harlem. And so he sometimes throws in ghetto slang into his
vocabulary when the press is not around, he's still Justin and he's still
my best friend and I love him. We have been friends for, what it seems like
forever. I mean my parents and his parents are close, as well as us.  I can
hang out with him and do anything with him and not even feel uncomfortable,
or feel like he's uncomfortable in what we are doing. Me and him are the
closest in the group and it is cool. I would never replace him with
anyone. And we've only had one fight that lasted longer than an hour. It
lasted for a year, but we are over that hump, and I'm glad.

	"I was also thinking you guys could do some promotional stuff. I
mean wouldn't it be cool to sell Pepsi," Walter asked with a smile.

	"Oh, come on. We already sold our souls to McDonalds," Joey
yelled. "Besides, Sisqo's got Pepsi."

	"Well we always beet up the Taco Bell dog into doing "Yo quiero
N'Sync," Chris smiled.

	"Chris," Joey yelled annoyed as he slapped Chris on the head.

	Chris's protector. That's what Joey was named, because Chris could
get into some unusual, stupid, even dangerous and life threatening
situations, and for some remarkable unknown reason, Joey got him out of
them. Because of that, Joey and I hang out the least with each other, but
when we do, it's always memorable. Like the time we went for a massage and
where locked in accidentally. We sweat of so much water, but we got to know
each other very well. I believe that was the day I started calling Joey a
friend, and he deserves every recognition of it, because he is a true
friend to all of us.

	"Lastly," Walter continued, "we need to discuss expenses."

	We all groaned.

	"Guys, it's nothing big. The big heads decided that rooming
expenses will go down. They figure since you guys are friends, that you
could share rooms. So from now on, three in one room. Two in another."

	"I am not rooming with Girlie," Chris protested.

	"Fuck off, buttplug," Lance snapped back. "Who says I want to room
with your stank ass."

	"Lance, Chris, that's enough," Walter yelled. "Maybe you two should
room permanently, or until you guys can get along."

	"Fuck," they said simultaneously.

	Now Lance and Chris have hated each other from the get-go, but for
two different reasons. Chris hated Lance because Lou picked Lance over
Chris's cousin, Denny, when we started the group. It took Chris a good
three years to get over that, especially when Denny killed himself. Then
Chris went out with Melissa.. Lance's best friend. So when Chris and
Melissa broke up, and why the broke up, Chris and Lance just couldn't get
along. Lance and me get along great. He's my girlfriend, since we are both
gay and stuff. It's cool, like he's the one I can talk to about anything,
especially my problem.

	My problem. I need Lance's advice. He'll give it to me.

	"Ok, guys. Meetings over," Walter said as he packed up his stuff.

	We all sighed and got out of our seats. I caught Lance's arm just
as everyone left.

	"Jay," I smiled as I tugged on Lance's arm.

	"Hey, Josh," he smiled, "what's up? I know you gotta tell me
something cause you were not in that meeting."

	"Yeah, I do," I said as I looked at his shoes. "I have a crazy
crush on someone, and I need your advice."

	"Ooh, dirt," He smiled as we sat back in the chairs. "Who is it?"

	"Well, it's someone in the band."

	"Don't be coy, jackass. Who is it?"

	Just as I was about to tell, the door flung open and Justin stood
there.

	"Are you ladies coming, or am I gonna have to take off my pants and
show you a real man's dick," Just said in his best tough guy voice.

	"No thanks," I smiled.

	"Yeah, I've seen it, Just," Lance smiled. "That's a real man's dick
at the age of 5."

	Justin smiled, then did his sad puppy dog face.

	"Pweese come wit me? We gonna have peeza and stwuff," Justin mocked
childishly.

	"Fine, you idiot. We're coming," I smiled as Lance and I got up.

	"Tell me later," Lance whispered as we left the room.



To Be Continued..

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