Date: Thu, 10 Jul 2003 11:34:02 -0400
From: T-Boy23 <qfeelfan@msn.com>
Subject: Chillin' With Rude Jude (Part 1) - Celebrity Fantasy

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It was the last day of my week in New York. I had received a free trip
there because I was going to be on the Jenny Jones show. The show's topic
that day was about "Abusive Parents" and I was a guest on the show speaking
to other children, having been an abused child myself growing up.  I never
really got to meet anyone famous there, unless you count Jenny Jones, which
I don't.  There were a few no-name stage-hands who had worked on TV Shows
like Full House and Perfect Strangers but, again, you can't say anything
good about meeting them having worked on those 2 shows.  I was up in my
hotel room watching some TV. I had already had my bags packed and was
waiting for the bellboy to alert me when my limo to the airport had
arrived.

I was really engrossed in an episode of Road Rules when a knock on the door
startled me.  "Who is it?" I asked. A voice came through the door.
"Mr. Scott, your limo has been delayed due to an accident on the freeway.
The producers asked me to tell you that you might miss this flight and they
would love to have you stay as a guest another night." I sighed. I was
looking foward to going back home and chillin' with my friends. I got up
off the bed and walked over to the door.  I opened it to find a bellhop
standing there with a cheat-sheet in his hand so he wouldn't forget the
message. "Hiya...um, just tell them I really want to go home and I'll just
rent a car or catch a cab or something.  I can't stand missing my friends
like this." I stated. The bellhop nodded and turned down the corridor.

I closed the door and proceeded to open the desk drawer and pull out the
yellow pages to search for a rental car company. I had a limo taking me
wherever I needed to go all week and was anxious to get back behind the
wheel of my/a car. I called 14 places in the New York area and not a single
one had a mid-size in their inventory. Just minivans and Jeeps. I had never
driven anything but my Mustang so I didn't wanna take a chance on something
foreign to me. I threw the phonebook on the floor and sighed. I felt like
crying I was so homesick. "Why did I agree to do this?" I thought to
myself. I guess I should explain. As a child growing up in North Carolina I
didn't have the happiest of happy childhoods. I had an abusive father who
drank heavily and then used me as his punching bag.  My mom wasn't much
help at those times. At some points I thought she didn't even care. It
wasn't until I was 14 that my dad FINALLY died, and I know that sounds
super-harsh, but really, the gates of hell have been calling for this man
since I was born. When he died I was so happy I couldn't cry for him. I had
even wished more suffering for his death than the easy way he went. Again,
you had to be there to see the beatings I took from this asshole. Then
after I moved out and was on my own my mom got sick and it wasn't until
that point that I realized how much I loved her. She died in a hospital
some time after that. The last thing we said to each other on the phone was
"I love you." I could sleep at night knowing we both knew this. I was all
alone and depressed and at times considered suicide.

It wasn't until I started working at a local videostore that I met my best
friend Carol. She was one of my supervisors and we really hit it off. I had
never confided in anyone that I was gay except my family, who tried to
change me. She was so cool about it and was even excited that I was. I
guess it's the old fag-had syndrom that some women have. We quickly became
best friends and have been for over 2 years now.  Then I met a new tenant
in my apartment complex. Linda. She too was a fag-hag and we also hit it
off. So, being my life-line I'd risk anything for these 2 women and being
away from them both this long wasn't acceptable. So you can see why I'd
wanna get back home to my family.

As I layed there sulking and thinking about my friends, much time must've
passed because another knock came to my attention. "Who is it?" I
asked. "Ya new buddy, open up." A male voice semi-yelled from the other
side.  I got up off the bed again and walked over to the door. I looked
through the peephole and could only see the back of this man's head as he
was facing the other direction. He was wearing a side-ways ballcap and had
dark hair.  He also had on a t-shirt and baggy jeans. Real skinny dude
too. I was getting hard just looking through the peephole at someone I
didn't even know. I had a thing for skater boys and he fit the profile for
my horniness.  I grabbed the door handle and pushed it down to open door.

I opened the door all the way and he still had his back turned to me. After
about a microsecond he spun around.  It was Rude Jude from the show. After
seeing the front of him I was impressed with what I saw. Again he had on an
orange sideways baseball cap with earrings pierced through the bill of the
hat. He had on a Pony t-shirt and dark blue baggy jeans. He had that facial
hair that goes down the sideburns around the jaw and meet at the chin.
Pierced ears and a small nose ring. He looked at me wide-grinned and
wide-eyed. Talk about beautiful blue eyes.  I blinked several times because
I felt myself starring at him. "Do I know you?" I asked trying to be coy.
"I hope ya do dawg. I'm Jude. "Rude Jude" from da show man." He answered
with an urban Eminem-type twang in his voice. "Oh yeah, I know who you are
now." I replied. I extended my hand to shake his with a friendly smile.  He
reached back out and took my hand with a firm grip and greeted me back.
After our hands broke I just sood there starring at him, not realizing it
this time.

"Dude, yaight?" He asked me. I shuddered again trying to regain my
composure. "I..I'm fine. I'm sorry but I don't mean to stare, I guess it's
been such a long day and I'm really anxious to get home to my friends." I
answered him as quickly and firmly as I could. "Well, ya shit outta luck on
dat one bud. Da limo is stuck on the freeway. 'Parently there was dis huge
accident and it can't get here to get ya." He said back to me in that urban
language of his.  "Well, can't YOU take me to the airport?" I asked the
most obvious question.  "Maybe you dint hear me..." he giggled in the
middle of his sentence. "Da freeway is blocked off and we have to go
through there to get to the airport.  Da iz no detour around it. Anywaz I
came here after that blockhead bellhop called to give us ya message. You
need a friend an I ain't got shit to do today." He laughed after his final
statement. I shrugged my shoulders and giggled back at him. "Okay
Jude. I'll give you mad props for coming here to make me feel better but
you really didn't have to. I mean, you didn't cause the accident on the
freeway." I said to him sincerely. "Ain't no thang baby. I'm here so let's
make da most of it. Whaddaya wanna do?" He asked me. I felt like saying
"Throw you down on the bed, rip those baggy pants off of you and suck your
cock till your balls are as dry as the Sahara!" But of course, I couldn't
be THAT foward! "Scrabble? Boggle? Monopoly?" I suggested board games and
after the word Monopoly I felt how cheesy that must have sounded. "Fuck dat
shit man. I ain't no game playin' guy...." He paused in the middle of his
sentence and rubbed his chin. "On the other hand.." he continued "Maybe we
can make Monopoly a little more interestin' than payin' rent for landin' on
props." I narrowed my eyes and asked "What are you suggesting Jude?" "Well,
me and some of the ho's from da show know howda have a good time playin' it
a new way. When we land on someone's prop instead of payin' cash we give da
owner of the prop a choice of clothin' removal." My dick got so hard at
that statement. I couldn't believe that he said that. I'd never so much as
seen the man shirtless on the show much-less pantsless.

"I dunno..." I answered hesitantly. I was shy of my body being exposed and
wasn't really grateful for the body I was given. I wasn't in shape nor had
a large penis to show off. "Aw c'mon man. It can be a lot of fun." He
rebuddled my "I dunno" statement with a wide grin on his face. I smiled
back at him.  "Okay...I'll unpack Monopoly."  I said to him.

To be continued.....

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