Date: Tue, 12 Aug 2008 23:18:39 -0700 (PDT)
From: Mighty Aphrodite <nsaphrodite@yahoo.com>
Subject: Introducing Jason Castro-gay, celebrity section

»¿Introducing Jason Castro by Aphrodite
Disclaimer:  I am 99.99% sure this did not happen.
Rating: PG-13
Summary:  ...and introducing Jason Castro

Author's Notes:  Haven't been back to Nifty in ages since the golden era of
Boyband slash, but now I've found a new muse and I'd like to introduce him
to everyone, hence the story.  Don't know who Jason Castro is? Fear not,
here's a link to get to know him:
http://s43.photobucket.com/albums/e393/suszalwaze/?action=view¤t=ee0dddc1.pbw

Affiliates: 	http://www.castrofics.com
http://www.myspace.com/jasoncastromusic


Introducing Jason Castro

The sound a motorbike echoed across the studios lot, signaling the arrival
of David Cook, the resident hard ass rocker in his cool shades, tight
jeans, leather boots, and a guitar strapped to his body. He had arrived at
the studios lot a couple hours before they were due to scout out the area
and check out his competitors as they arrive.  With a notepad in hand, he
leaned over the railing and started to jot down notes on his competitors as
they arrive.  Just as prompt as he was, little David Archuleta arrived just
moments later with his father leading the way.  They were touring the
studios lot or more like studying the studios lot. One look into the fierce
eyes of the 17-year-old and David knew that little Archie would be his
biggest competitor this season.  The boy was dead serious about winning the
whole shebang. This was no fuckin' day camp for the boy. This boy was on a
mission to win.

Next to arrive was Carly Smithson. The woman was gorgeous but was tattooed
all over her voluptuous body. With her black leather knee-high boots and
straight from head to toe black attire, Carly reminded David of a
dominatrix.  All she was missing were the whips and chains. As she stepped
out of the sleek black sedan, many scurried away, making way for her. And
if she didn't look intimidating enough, her husband looked far more
menacing with his set of tattoos and body piercing. As it turned out, they
two were among the nicest of the bunch when everything was said and done.

Many more would arrive over the course of the next couple of hours. There
was the blonde and beautiful nanny from Arizona, Brooke White, who never
once stopped smiling until it was time for her husband to go and the
waterworks began in full force. Ramiele Mullabay was the tiniest of them
all, but the girl had the biggest voice of them.  Syesha Mercado mirrored
Beyonce in every way from the big hair to the glamorous wardrobe to the
pretentious attitude.

Naturally, the guys arrived later than the girls. Chiekezi Eze came with
his mother.  Both mother and son had smiles that stretched from ear to
ear. The kid was genuinely happy to be here. Michael Johns, who would later
become David's closet confidante, pulled in to the studio lots with his
lovely wife in the driver's seat. He got out of the car, leaned into the
car, and kissed his wife good-bye, before drawing his shades down and
walking assertively across the studios lot. He scanned his vicinity much
like David was studying all that was around him and decided that David
could be a friend more than an enemy.

"Michael Johns is my name. What's yours?"

"David. David Cook."

"Nice to meet you, mate."

"Nice to meet you, too." David responded, shaking Michael's hand.

He slid the notepad in the back pocket of his jeans. He didn't need the
notepad anymore. It seemed like everyone was here and he had written all
the observations on all the contestants already with the exception of
Michael, which he had mentally noted was one cool son of bitch and if he
were to lose to him then David would be okay with that.


They were all mingling around now, getting to know each other, passing
time, until they were greeted by the notoriously rude Simon Cowell when he
strutted down the steps of the studios to check out the new crop of
potential victims.

"Don't look him in the eye," Michael whispered to him.  "He'll kill you."

"Thanks for the tip," David said, nodding his head as he popped in a stick
of gum. There was nothing cooler than a guy chewing gum in the face of
authority.  Simon walked and up and down the line of contestants, glancing
to the right to assess the boys and to the left to appreciate the girls.
It didn't take long for him to start barking rude and obnoxious comments,
his first victim being the kid who looked like an anorexic version of Leif
Garrett. A male contestant who looked awfully familiar with a bandana
wrapped around his head stepped out of the crowd and defended the boy only
to whimper his way back into the line of contestants like a beaten
dog. Simon kept pacing back and forth, eyeing every contestant, running his
fingertips through the list of contestants when he stopped at the end of
the line where David was boldly leaning against the rail.

 "I can tell already that I don't like you and your attitude, kid," Simon
hissed.

He whipped out the list of contestants, again, running his fingertips
across the list one more time to confirm his suspicion that one contestant
was missing.  That contestant would now be the lucky recipient of Simon's
wrath if he didn't show up right this moment, just seconds away from the
clock striking 3 o'clock for the official start of the American Idol
orientation. Simon kept glancing at his watch, the sun light causing a
glint that blinded him momentarily. When he turned around after shielding
his eyes, a flaming red Infiniti drove up the studios lot. The car halted
just inches away from Simon's planted feet. The backseat door swung opened
and first one and then a second pointed black leather boot stepped out onto
the ground followed by distressed designer jeans clad legs and
thighs. David had to take a swig of the cold water from his water bottle
when his eyes danced along the uncomfortably tight crotch area to the well
defined pecs and arms hidden underneath a muscled gray ¾ length t-shirt
from the Red line at Gap.  His eyes wandered further up, but made a
bee-line south when the boy turned around and bent over to retrieve his
guitar. Tight, round, pert ass in the air, the boy stretched across the
backseat for his guitar and carryon. David gulped, dropping the water
bottle to the ground as the other contestants stood, completely enraptured
by this exquisite beauty. Seconds later, with the guitar strapped to his
body, and a carryon hanging off long slender fingers, the boy made his way
toward the fascinated crowd, flipping his long woven dreads of honey,
bronze, and chestnut hues out of his face.  He greeted everyone as he went,
shaking hands with some, and even hugging some of the girls, leaving them
breathless in his wake.  Ramiele literally melted to the ground after
receiving her hug from the stunning Adonis. When he reached the guys, he
dropped his carryon on the ground and introduced himself to every
contestant in the crowd. When it was David's turn for the introduction, the
boy reached over for a hug.

"Hi, I'm Jason. Nice to meet you."

His eyes were locked on the perfectly woven dreads of autumn colors,
flawless complexion, thick and full lips of wine, sparkly and pearly white
teeth, strong cheek bones, delectable neck, nicely toned upper body, well
endowed cock that was straining against the too tight jeans, long and
strong legs covered by designer jeans ripped in all the right places.

"Hi, I'm..." David began to say when the boy removed his shades and one
look into the boy's mesmerizing blue eyes, eyes so intensely blue they
rivaled the Pacific Ocean, and David was completely and utterly rendered
breathless.

Michael was right about not looking into the eyes, but it wasn't Simon's
eyes David should fear.  It was Jason's eyes as one look into those oceanic
blue eyes and forever he was a slave to Jason's beauty.

When David finally regained his breath, sucking the air back into his
lungs, he finished his introduction and some.

"David. And wow, your eyelashes are so thick and long," he said, his eyes
dropping to the boy's crotch.

"Thanks. I guess." Jason shrugged his shoulders and stepped into line next
to David as Simon huffed and puffed his way up and down the line of
contestants one more time before heading back into the studios.

When Simon was gone, David quickly turned to Jason.

"Want to be my roommate?" He asked, grabbing the boy's wrist.

"Hey, I thought I was going to be your rommmate, mate," Michael
interjected.

David ignored Michael and focused his attention on the boy.

"So what do you say?  We can play our guitars together.  I have a feeling
we're the only two real musicians around here."

"I don't know.  I guess." Jason shrugged his shoulders, again.

It was now time to congregate inside and Jason bent over to pick up his
carryon luggage, offering David another glimpse of his perfectly round,
pert mounds of ass. When Jason straightened up, the boy knocked his head
against David's large forehead.

"Sorry, my head's too big," David apologized, "here let me help you," he
said, taking the carryon bag away from the boy.

"I guess. Thanks."

"Do you say anything else other than I guess?" David murmured lowly, but
Jason didn't hear.

They were walking into the building when suddenly Jason turned around,
stopping them in their tracks.

"That was awfully nice of him to come out and greet us, don't you think?"

David's brows furrowed with confusion.

"Huh?"

"Simon. That was nice of him to come out and greet us," Jason clarified,
"him being the creator and all."

"Oh." David tapped Jason on the shoulder to warrant his attention.  "That
Simon is just one of those lame ass judges. He's not the creator."

"But I thought he's Simon-" And then it dawned on the boy like a ton of
bricks.  He chuckled to himself.  "That was such an airhead moment.  I know
he's Simon Cowell and I know the creator is Simon Fuller from the flyer I
have in my hand yet I got the two confused. That was really dumb of me."

David stifled a laugh. He shook his head and wrapped his arm around the
boy's shoulder.  "It's alright," he said aloud and murmured to himself,
"with an ass like that, it's all alright."

Indeed it was.