Date: Thu, 15 Mar 2001 16:42:38 -0500
From: Flyboy <flyboy@operamail.com>
Subject: Jesse McCartney

Disclaimer: This is a work of complete fiction, and is not meant to imply
the sexuality of Jesse McCartney or to imply that I know anything about
his personal life. So there.

Note: This story is my property, and you may not redistribute, or copy it
in part or in whole or in any way without my permission. Thanks. :)

If you have any issues with or are not interested in reading about love
and sex between boys or teenagers then this isn't the story for you, and
I'd recommend you go away.

"Jesse McCartney" or
"A Net Friend"
by Flyboy (flyboy@operamail.com)

I sat there, listening to my Dream Street cd all the way through for the
third time and thought about the members of the boy band, the real boy
band that is. I was a fan of boy bands in general, 'N Sync, Backstreet
Boys, 98 Degrees, older bands, new bands, I thought they were all hot, but
when I found out about Dream Street, I was blown away. They turned me on
more then any other boy band possibly could. Anyway, I should probably
introduce myself now. I'm James, I'm 16, I live in Chicago, and if you
haven't figured it out by now, I'm gay. My parents probably suspect
something, but for now it's not talked about. And if you're wondering why
I'm interested in Dream Street, then I should probably tell you that I'm
into younger teens too. I don't know if that makes me a "boy lover", but
I'm not sure if calling it a gay thing is right either. But anyway, age
is just a number, right?

Anyway, back to Dream Street. Of all the members, I had one favorite:
Jesse McCartney. He seemed to be the most famous too, being a character on
"All My Children" and all. And the most boyish, he was 13 years old and
extremely cute. I dreamt and fantasized about Dream Street occasionally,
and he always turned out to be the main feature of these fantasies. I
thought kissing him or making out with him would have to be one of the
greatest experiences ever. Sex would be the ultimate icing on the cake.
But alas, I realized just like most of the teen girls out there
fantasizing about him, I had no chance. Hell, I had much less of a chance
then them. I thought to myself that I must be the only 16 year old male
that's a fan of Jesse McCartney. There's probably thousands of 12-14 year
old little girls that adore him, and I'm guessing I'm not the only teen
who would love to have him as my boyfriend. But as far as being a teenager
who dreams of anal sex with him, I'm probably alone on that one.

Such was my life though. Hell, it seemed like I was the only lonesome gay
teen out there sometimes. I read the XYs, and other gay media, and I saw
gay teens who were completely out and happy with boyfriends. That's what I
wanted the most, a boyfriend, somebody at least a little close to my age;
I wanted a relationship. And so I searched through personals, I instant
messaged, I ICQed, I checked my PlanetOut email, etc etc. Sure, I met a
few people, things occasionally sorta work out, but things always seemed
to fail in the end, and in a lot of cases I ended up used or abandoned.

I still never gave up though. And after months of failures and getting my
hopes up to only be let down many times, something special happened. I was
surfing the net one day, and it was at that point that things started to
turn around for me. I was actually listening to "It Happens Every Time",
and I went to the PlanetOut personals section for probably the hundredth
time and entered "13-16" as my age range like I always did, and clicked
search. The same personals seemed to come up every time, and this instance
seemed to be no different. In vain, I continued to look at page after page
until I started to look at personals without pics and the ones at the
outer bounds of my age range. This too didn't even seem to help much, so I
gave up on the search and decided to back track a bit; my thought was
maybe I could broaden my search even more, or something like that. While
going back, I actually noticed a new one (I swear I had seen all of them
though), it was a 13 year old in my area with a personal titled "Looking
for A Net Friend". Well buddy, I had thought, I've already got friends,
I'm not searching through these for another one. I could tell from the
results page that he didn't have a picture either, and I figured he was
probably taken anyway, just like everybody else. I finally opened up the
personal and was at first a bit disappointed when I noticed that he listed
himself as "bisexual, gay, questioning", but after I actually read through
the whole thing I was actually completely stunned. Everything else just
seemed perfect, every like, every dislike, every hobby, every interest,
every sentence seemed to speak volumes to me. He loved boy bands too, I
admit that's not that uncommon among gay teens, but it was cool
nonetheless. And he was apparently single, although I still wasn't sure
about my chances for a relationship.

I never really expected to email any 13 year olds that I found and I
thought I might've been a bit old to talk to him, but what the hell I had
thought, I just felt like I had to meet this boy. So I emailed him and
introduced myself, I poured my heart out actually. I don't know why, but
it just felt right. I thought after reading it, he might look at me as
desperate or just plain weird, but I really didn't seem to care. Two hours
later I got a response, and he actually said he thought I "sounded pretty
cool"! He also gave me his AOL Instant Messenger name, and his real name,
"Mike".

For about a month we got to know each other really well, apparently he was
more sure about being gay then he had originally put on. He had been sure
about his sexuality for a while, but was a little nervous about putting a
personal up and so he gave a few misleading details. And from our talks,
it seemed that he was definitely interested in more than just friendship.
The more I got to know him, the more I liked him. He definitely wasn't
online as much as I would've liked him to be, but when he was I enjoyed
our chats immensely. I was definitely developing feelings, and I think it
was mutual. At the time, one thing did bother me though; I traded a few
pictures of myself with him, but he never did the same. He claimed that he
just didn't have one and had no scanner. I'd be lying if I said I was not
interested in looks, but in this case I decided I had to believe him. I
knew I wanted to meet him in real life sometime soon anyway, so all things
would be revealed then and there.

And speaking of meeting, it didn't take long for the subject to come up
either. Originally he seemed to sorta push it off when it was mentioned,
but one afternoon on AIM he brought it up himself and expressed interest
in making it happen. With the good news though, came what seemed at first
like bad news. He told me he had to tell me something, apparently he had
been lying about some things. I at first thought was oh great, he's
probably a 50 year old fat guy or something like that, but after all this
I felt I should give him a chance. For one, his name wasn't Mike, and
after finding this out, I naturally asked what his real name was. Now
think of what I told you before, and make up the most far-fetched answer
you could possibly think of, an answer that would be completely
unbelievable; that's what he told me.

Yep, "Jesse McCartney". I immediately replied "LOL!", and asked if it was
a big coincidence that he shared his name with a celebrity or if was he
trying to pull my leg. He replied that it wasn't a coincidence, and
persisted to seriously insist that he was the real deal. In response, I
frankly told him that I liked him, but that the joke was wearing off. At
hearing this, he actually offered to call me and I was thinking, what the
hell, this will be good for a laugh. So I gave him my phone number, and a
few seconds later I heard the phone ringing. At this point, I was thinking
that he was taking the joke way too far or maybe a bill collector picked a
real coincidental time to call. Either way, I picked up the phone and
greeted the caller with a standard hello. What I heard in reply shocked
the utter hell out of me.

"Hi, it's me, Jesse. Or Mike, heh, whatever you want to call me." It was
Jesse McCartney's voice! Either he was an excellent impersonator or he was
telling the truth!

"You're not.. You're not lying are you?" I asked in surprise.

"Nope. It's Jesse McCartney, yep the All My Children character, Dream
Street, and all that. But James, don't think of me as that. It's not a big
deal, I like you, you like me. Ya know nothing's really changed. But, heh,
I knew you probably wouldn't believe me, and I figured I would end up
calling you. Because of this, I decided I would sing a song, just for you.
I think it should confirm things, and even if you do believe already, the
song is important because it really shows my feelings.."

"Well.. ok. So you're going to sing it right now?"

"Yep"

He then preceded to sing a small song, and I think I even recognized it,
but the lyrics were all different. It had my name in it and about us, it
was so special and romantic. And it confirmed everything, this *was*
Jesse!

"Wow." was all I could say..

"Like it?"

"I love it Jesse. Un, can I call you that? Do you go by Jesse to people
you know well?"

"Jesse's fine"

"ok, cool. Well, Jesse, heh, that was the most special, most touching song
I ever heard. I think I may just be falling for you."

"The feeling's mutual James. I just don't make up songs for everybody you
know" he said with a little laugh.

"Well, thank you. It means a whole lot to me, I wish I could sing you a
song right back"

"Just talking to you's good enough for me. I love your voice for one, I
love everything about you really. Man, honestly, I didn't expect to find
somebody so fast on the internet. But I'm glad I did."

"I'm glad this happened too"

"One thing does sorta bother me though. Now somebody knows I'm gay....wow,
it's weird just saying it out loud. Anyway, now somebody knows for real.
I've never told anyone, I mean, I trust you, but it's just that if me
being gay ever got out to anyone, I really don't know what would happen,
and I'm definitely not ready for my parents to know."

"Well they don't have to. I'm definitely not going to tell anyone about
you or us, if you don't want me to. Don't even worry about it Jesse."

"Thanks."

"You're welcome. So.. do you still want to meet me?"

"Yeah of course James. That's why I brought all this up anyway. But first,
I'm sorry to say I was lying about living in the Chicago area too, but I
just had to pick a place for my personal, I really only wanted to just
talk with some other gay people at first."

"That's cool. It's understandable."

"Heh, well you sure do take being lied too a lot pretty well, I'm really
sorry"

"Like I said, I understand. It's not like you were going to put up your
name and pic up on Planetout anyway, even if you were out."

"Thanks for understanding then. Anyway, well the really cool thing that I
wanted to tell you is that me and the other Dream Street guys are going to
be doing a concert in the Chicago area."

"Oh, yeah, duh! Man, I actually knew that! I just really hadn't put two
and two together. I had already planned to go anyway!"

"Cool, well you already know all the details then. Um, hold a sec.."

After a few seconds he came back on.

"Well, actually I gotta go now, but before I go though, do you have a cell
phone?"

"Yep, want my number?"

"Yeah, I'll call you the day of the concert and tell you where to be."

"Awesome." I then preceded to tell him my number..

"Got it. Well, it's a date then, I can't wait to meet you James. See you
there.."

"See ya there, bye.."

Holy shit was all I was thinking to myself as I hung up the phone. It
seemed all WAY too perfect for me, but who the fuck am I to argue?
Everything was going just right, I possibly had the boyfriend of my
dreams, and I was going to have the time of my life. Transportation wasn't
a problem either,  I had a license, I had my own car (a piece of shit
actually, but it gets me from point A to point B), and I was going to
drive to the mall on Saturday (the scheduled day) and meet Jesse
McCartney! A very personal meeting too.

The day we talked was a Tuesday, and it might as well have been a Monday.
The days crept sloooooowwwly by, especially school, and I hated it. I
would sit in my desk at the different classes and just daydream,
fantasizing about my perfect date with Jesse. I could even feel the
nervousness now! It showed at home too, my mother even said I was acting
weird and I told her things were ok; if she only knew! Jesse didn't even
seem to be online that much and when he was, I sometimes even
disconnected! It sounds stupid, but I just thought I would screw something
up, I had a lucky break I thought; I'm going to meet him, and I didn't
want to fuck it up. The little we did talk was just mostly excited talk of
our meeting, I told him what I'd be dressed in and things like that, and
since I had sent pictures I didn't think he'd have trouble spotting me
anyway.

Saturday finally came around and I was elated, and nervous. I drove down
to the local mall with little trouble and was a bit early actually. I
walked in and quickly was able to find the location of the concert, the
huge group of young girls sorta gave it away anyway. I then preceded to
find a chair close to the front and I sat down and waited to either see
Jesse or get a call from him. I didn't get a call, but about 45 minutes to
an hour later the whole group came out and the crowd went wild. Man, this
was so exciting! When Jesse walked out he scanned the audience and it
looked like he was staring right at me. He winked and then told everyone
that he was dedicating the first song to "someone in the audience" and he
said that "they know who they are". My heart began to pound at that one,
it was then that I knew I was falling in love with this boy! After hearing
all my favorite songs, the group left the stage and I sat at a bench and
awaited a phone call. Before it came though, I saw Dream Street come back
out, this time not on stage, but offering autographs. I got up to get
some, but noticed Jesse wasn't there and before I could walk any farther I
heard the little melody of my cell. I answered it and heard Jesse's voice
again, this time he told me where exactly to go to meet him. Apparently,
he told everyone that he wasn't feeling that well after the concert and
that he wanted to rest a bit. I found an alternate entryway that Jesse had
told me about and I opened the door and found him waiting there! We walked
through some offices, and finally entered a private lounge area. It had a
few couches, a TV, some other amenities, and a lock.

We settled in and started to talk. I was extremely nervous at first, and
it was showing. Eventually though I found that Jesse really was the person
I had gotten to know well. And the way he treated me so nice really helped
to break the ice too. As I sat there, I analyzed the situation and I still
couldn't fucking believe it. I had to mentally smack myself to get back
into reality, and I swear I even literally pinched myself too. After some
mostly small talk, our conversation got a bit more serious.

"You're beautiful, do you realize that?" I said

"Shutup, shutup, shutup" he playfully said as he brushed the comments off
with a smile.

"I mean it, I look in your eyes and I almost get lost in it all"

"You know, you're definitely not too bad looking yourself.."

"All I know is that I'm lucky to have you, very damn lucky."

"And I'm not? I'm lucky to have you too James; I'm not looking for a
stuck-up 'celebrity', I'm looking for my dream guy, and you know what, I
think I found him." he said with a smile.

"Damn, do I deserve such niceness?"

"Oh again, shutup. Of course you do. Ya know it gets just as lonely in my
position as it is being anybody else. You've been here for me when I've
needed it, and I'm so thankful for that. A boyfriend is actually a nice
surprise but like the last thing I expected right now, with parents,
produces, schedules, concerts, tapings, friends and then let's not even
mention my..ugh, well you get the point."

"You were saying 'mention my', mention your what?"

"Um, it's not real important" he said, not very convincingly

"Ok, well is something wrong?"

"Well, yeah. Um, let me just say it, I mean I should.."

"Jesse, if something's bothering you, then just say it.."

"Well, I was going to say 'mention my girlfriend'. Yeah, I have a fucking
girlfriend. And don't worry about it, it's all fake. She was a friend.
Well, is a friend, and I was sort of forced into i..it's hard to explain."

Jesse surprisingly began to cry a bit and continued.

"But I really am gay, I know that definitely. Being with you is a million
times better then ever being with a girl. I sorta hate myself though, I
mean I should've told you, of all people. I had all this time, we chatted,
we talked on the phone, and I didn't say one thing. And I haven't said
anything to her. Maybe I'm just being stupid, but I feel like I've
betrayed a lot of people, most importantly you.."

"Jesse, believe me when I say it doesn't matter to me." And then *the*
words came out of my mouth, I said them without even thinking; it was just
natural.

"I love you Jesse. I mean that. None of that matters, you're here with me
now, and we're together." I said as I got closer and put my arm around
him.

"I..I love you too"

What came next was just natural; I closed in and let our lips touch each
other. It was magical. We kissed for what seemed like an eternity and I
was on cloud nine. Our lips and tongues were entangled in pure love and I
took my hands and rubbed up and down his back as we continued to
intimately make out. Jesse had an obvious bulge, and I realized that not
only was Jesse McCartney, the celebrity, my boyfriend, right in front of
me and kissing me no less, but that I had a very horny Jesse McCartney on
my hands too. It was definitely a mutual feeling.

I broke the kiss and reached for his shirt as we both stood up. He allowed
me to easily take it off and I threw it to the side. God he had a
beautiful chest! I took my hands and lightly worked my way down to his
jeans while paying a little bit of special attention to his nipples. I
slowly unbuckled and unzipped the opening of his jeans, exposing a pair of
white briefs and a major hard-on. After taking his pants off, I got down
on my knees and began to move into his crotch. Seeing his beautiful
13-year old form in just briefs majorly turned me on; I didn't want to
take them off just yet so I began to put my hands in through the bottom of
his briefs, and as both of my hands reached in to the leg openings I begin
to play with his balls and his cock. He breathed in a bit in reaction to
this and I let my fingers lightly move up and down the sides of his nice
boy-meat, the whole time my lower palms up against his ballsack and finger
tips occasionally meeting with pubes. I then reached up and started
pulling the undies down, revealing his beautiful erect cut penis in all
it's glory. I pulled my hands out and finally took the briefs all the way
down his smooth legs as I helped him get them off.

I wanted to go a lot further, hell, in my mind this was all for him, he
could enslave me if he wanted. But Jesse wouldn't have any of that, and
after I moved in and let my tongue reach his dick and gave it a good
licking, he pulled me up off my knees just as I was about to fully engulf
his cock. He then started to help me take my own clothes off and when he
finished we both stood there stark naked awaiting the pleasure to come. I
pushed into him while our faces, mouths, and tongues met yet again. We
explored each others mouths with fury, while our hands explored each
others bodies with matching haste. He then sat me down on the couch, got
down of his knees, and began to approach my own hard-as-a-rock dick. He
licked his own lips a bit, and finally let his tongue gently touch my
sack. He began moving up and created a nice heavenly path from my balls to
my cockhead. After this was finished he started to lick up and down and
all around my shaft and as he worked up he finally let my head pass
through his lips. He flicked his tongue around a bit and instantly got a
moan from me. He just smiled (that smile should be trademarked if you ask
me), played a bit more with my cockhead and took more of my shaft into his
mouth. He then started sucking slowly, playing lots of games with his
tongue and sometimes letting my cock escape his mouth and then licking my
cockhead furiously. His sucking became faster as my cock continuously
traveled back and forth through his sweet lips. I began breathing more
deeply and placed my hands on his head and let them roam a bit through his
beautiful blonde hair as his head bobbed up and down on my swollen member.
He must've known I was getting a bit close because he pulled off suddenly.

He then looked into my eyes and said "I want you to come inside me James,
I want you to fuck me". Well, at this point I wasn't about to argue. If
Jesse McCartney wants me to fuck him, then I'll do just that, no questions
asked. I stood up as he sat down on the couch and he then pulled his legs
up and spread them. I put a pillow under his ass so I could have better
access. Before I was going to fuck him though, I wanted to add a bit of my
own lube. So I got down on my own knees and moved closer to his butt and
spread his cheeks a bit. I loved the view and moved in closer still, I then
started licking around his asshole and finally probed it a bit. Jesse then
gave a little shout, and it startled me a bit. Nevertheless, I continued
to caress his asshole, letting my tongue roam up and down, in and out, and
all over it, all the while loving his taste. Everything about him turned
me on. After rimming him, I still wanted to prepare him more for
penetration so I wet my fingers a bit with spit and pushed one finger into
his hole. He got used to it and with a little work I started using two
fingers. Jesse was definitely ready now, and I then got up, moved in and
let my dick rest on his ass. After spitting on my hand and getting my dick
a bit more lubed up I aimed my cock at his asshole and attempted to enter.
I started pushing and with some work my cock finally entered, Jesse then
gasped and winced a little.

"Try to relax, push down with your anal muscles if you have to. If it
hurts too much I'll stop"

"..It's ok, really. Keep going.."

I gently pushed my cock as far as I could and eventually my pubes were
touching his ass. Jesse moaned and begged me to continue. So I slowly
pulled as far as possible out of his ass and pushed my cock right back in.
I then got a rhythm going of my cock traveling in and out of his chute,
his virgin ass felt so tight and hot. It was undescribable; I had never
ever felt anything like this before in my whole life. I began softly
running my hands up on his smooth legs and he then yelled out.

"Fuck me harder! This feels so fucking awesome!".

I gladly complied and my rhythm became faster. I was pummeling his
asshole, with my dick and his asshole slippery with spit, I just kept
working my dick in and out of his tight ass. Jesse was moaning deeply, and
I could tell he was really getting into this. I was already breathing very
deeply and I began to moan myself. The tightness of his ass was amazing
and my continuous rampage of penetration only got better. Finally my
rhythm became insanely fast and I was literally attacking his asshole, I
could take no more and I knew I would soon shoot my load. Both of us were
moaning and yelling with total ecstasy as my dick continued it's ramming
of his ass. The orgasm was approaching and when it hit I let out a warning.

"I'm coming! Agggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhggggghh"

I had rammed my cock in his butt one last time, releasing my hot load of
cum into his rectum. I shot load after load and completely lined his
insides with my orgasmic juice.

I was the first one to break the silence, albeit a bit breathlessly, after
our love making had ended.

"That was awesome. I love you Jesse."

"James I loved that too. And I'll love you always.."

Just then we heard a knock on the door.

"Oh shit!" Jesse exclaimed.

"Hold on a second!" he yelled to the person outside. We both got dressed
as fast as humanly possible, we must've set a record. Before he unlocked
the door, Jesse looked at me and began to talk.

"I gotta go, but I want you to know I had an awesome time with you. And
again.... I love you."

"I love you too." We kissed one last time and walked out together after he
unlocked the door. The woman seemed to be a bit startled at seeing me
there, but apparently she was some sort of staff member and she basically
just ignored me as we got closer to the exit. She began to escort him out
and as he left we both waved goodbye to each other.

We later talked on the phone and I told him it was the greatest thing to
have him as my boyfriend; I told him he had to be my soul-mate. He agreed,
and explained that despite this, we sadly wouldn't be able to have a
full-time relationship. It was hard to swallow, but I think we both knew
it from the moment we met. Even the darkest cloud has a silver lining
though, and it was the same with this. The good news was that we could
meet pretty frequently, and he said that before too long he would be ready
to come out to his parents and tell them about his boyfriend. He said that
until then though, if his parents ask who's he's meeting, he had a
response planned. He would look them straight in the eye and with a smile
simply reply, "A net friend."