Date: Wed, 21 Jul 1999 13:37:23 PDT
From: Randy Seigel <randyseigel@hotmail.com>
Subject: Man(son) of my Dreams part 4

Man(son) of my Dreams part 4

Okay disclaimer: This is pure fiction nothing more then fiction. It in no
way implies that the real Marilyn Manson or Madonna Wayne Gacy are gay or
even fun to be around. It's a story!

Oh and sorry about the delay. I was sick for a bit(again) and couldn't
really get work done. Plus I also found out Hotmail was being a bitch about
attachments. Oopsy!


	I woke up early despite the fact I had worked until 1am. The party
didn't go as long as I thought it would though. I must say I appreciated
that. When you automatically wake up at 6am, late nights can be killer. I
wandered into my kitchen, naked as usual, and fixed myself some coffee.  My
cat Milly, jumped up on the table to get her breakfast as well. So began
our normal morning routine.  I opened the front door and peaked outside. No
one was around so I darted out and grabbed the morning paper.
	
	"Vasquez! How are you this morning my dear boy?"

	I groaned inwardly and turned around, covering myself with the
paper.

	"Hello Mr. Stills. I'm doing good today. How are you?"

	"Fine, fine. I want to talk to you about something."

	"Could this possibly wait until later?"

	"No, no, no. I'll wait your kitchen. You go put on a bathrobe."

	"Great. While your in there could you feed Milly? You know where
everything is."

	He followed me in going right to the kitchen while I headed back to
the bedroom. Mr. Stills was, unfortunatly, part of the normal morning
routine. When I moved in here 6 months ago, Mr. Stills came right over to
say hi. He was a lonely old guy, so I pretty much put up with him. I did
make some ground rules. He is only allowed over in the morning and
dinner. During the day I write and he learned that I do not want to be
bothered at all. I have to say he has grown on me. My father and I don't
see eye-to-eye on many issues, so I like to talk to Mr. Stills about them.

	When I finshed dressing(boxers and a t-shirt), I rejoined him in
the kitchen. He was sipping a mug of coffee and stroking Milly as she ate
her breakfast. He had poured a cup for me and made it the way I like it.

	"So what's going on Mr. Stills?"

	"That guy you used to date. Peter, Pat...whatever."

	"Paul."

	"Paul that's it. He was here yesterday while you were out. I was
eating dinner with Milly, like I do when your out. And he knocked on the
door looking for you. I told him you were working.  He said he knew and
left an envelope with me."

	He took a swallow of his coffee and stared into space for a moment.

	"Told me to tell you he was going out of town with Kalen for a few
months. Everything you needed was in the envelope."

	"Where's the envelope Mr. Stills?"

	"Ah yes. The envelope. It's right here."

	He pulled a manilla envelope out of his bag and handed it to me. I
put it aside until later.  For now, he and I had to do our morning
routine. He hated things not being consistent and I could use a little
consistency in my life every once in awhile.


	By 7:15, Mr. Stills and I were done our morning visit. It was time
to shower and then hit the computer. I was curious about the envelope that
Paul left though. My curiosity got the best of me and I opened it. Inside
were a few credit cards and a checkbook. There was also a letter.


			Dear Mikel,
			 I'm sorry to inform you of my upcoming trip this
			 way, but it was an unscheduled departure. Kalen
			 and I are leaving for Switzerland today on
business.
			 I have taken the liberty of setting you up with a
few
			 credit cards and a bank account while I am gone.
			 I will get billed for the credit card
purchases. I'm
			 not going to be here to pay the bills, so please
			 use the money for that, not fun. I trust that
			 you can handle this. You are an adult and I know
			 you are responsible. I love you Mikel. Take care
			 of yourself while I am gone. I will call you to
			 see how you are doing.
				Love,
				  Paul


	I flipped open the checkbook and gasped at the account
balance. There was $20,000 deposited in this account for me! I couldn't
believe this. I could live off this for a year, not a few months like Paul
expects me to. He had also given me a Visa Platnium card, a American
Express Gold card, and a Discover card. I grabbed Milly off the bed and
hugged her to me tightly.

	"Milly, we are rich! This is fucking unbelievable!"

	I just couldn't believe my ex would do this for me. I knew he was
loaded, but he had never really told me how much. I tried to calm myself
down by thinking of what I had to do today. That didn't really help,
because I was going to see Marilyn Manson today. I lay down on top of my
bed, stroking Milly's fur.

	"I'm going to get in the shower, then we are going to go do
something stupid okay."

	She just looked at me and meowed.

	"Allrighty then!" I laughed and ran into the bathroom.

	
	Milly and I headed to the pet store when I was done showering. I
picked out some new toys for her and a new bed. Her's was in terrible
condition and she refused to sleep in my bed. While I was at it, I threw in
a new coller and traveling crate. When we were done there, I went to a
seafood store and picked out some tuna steaks for me and some slices of
salmon for her. I felt so silly and giddy. We got home by 9:30. My mind was
still racing and I had a ton of energy. I knew I couldn't write in this
state of mind, so I decided to go running for a bit.





	Marilyn stood in the shower, letting the hot water run over his
body. His mind was still foggy from last night, despite the fact he hadn't
really had much to drink and the only drugs he did were that one joint with
the guys.

	"Yo Reverand! Can I come in for a sec?"

	Marilyn jumped slightly at the sound of MW's voice.

	"Sure Pogo, what's up?"

	MW opened the door and walked into the bathroom. He perched on the
sink and faced the shower.

	"Well, John and I were going to leave soon. Want us to drag Twiggy
and Trent along?"

	"Take Twiggy, but I remember Trent saying he had to meet Robin
later. So he'll just leave from here."

	"Brian, be careful okay. Mikel seems like a really nice guy, but I
don't want you getting hurt again. I care about you man."

	Marilyn stuck his head out of the shower.

	"Steve, thanks."

	MW got up and left. He knew that Marilyn meant it, because he had
used his real name. With him, real names told them when he was
serious. Otherwise it was one of their stage names or a silly nickname.
	
	He walked down the hall to Twiggy's room. Now came the fun
part. Waking Twiggy. Trent came stumbling out of a nearby bedroom, bumping
into MW.

	"Sorry Pogo. Didn't mean it. Bathroom?"

	MW grabbed him and pointed him in the direction of the nearest
bathroom not containing a showering Manson. As MW stood there, Marilyn came
up behind.

	"So many choices on how to wake him. My personal fav is jumping on
the bed. It's lots of fun when he been drinking and drugging."

	"Sounds good. Let's go"

	The two of them threw open Twiggy's door and made a beeline for the
bed. They began jumping up and down on it until they realized Twiggy wasn't
in it.

	"Damn where did he go?"

	"Anyone bring him in last night?"

	"Nope."

	They both began to laugh.

	"So where's the camera?"

	"My room. Let's go."

	They ran to Marilyn's room, laughing all the way. Marilyn grabbed
the camera and the two of them headed to the pool area, still laughing as
they ran. Sure enough, Twiggy was still out there, sleeping like a
baby. Granted he was still buck-naked and had a beer in his hand, so he
didn't look too much like a baby. MW leaned over and began to move Twiggy's
limbs around as Marilyn snapped pictures. Twiggy began to stir, so the two
of them decided it was time to wake him. MW grabbed his arms and Marilyn
grabbed his legs. They lifted the still-sleeping Ramieriz and tossed him
into the pool. Marilyn quickly grabbed the camera and began to snap
pictures again. Twiggy surfaced, cursing and sputtering.

	"What the fuck are you two doing? Can't a guy get some sleep?"

	"Hurry Twiggy, you have to leave. They guy from Sugar Ray is coming
over in like ten minutes to talk to you!"

	"FUCK!"
	
	Twiggy jumped out of the pool and made a beeline for his
room. Marilyn snapped a couple more pictures of him running bare-assed
naked through the house.

	"Why did you tell him the guy from Sugar Ray was coming over?" MW
asked, a little confused on the subject.
	
	"Twiggy is scared to death of that guy. Thinks he is like pure evil
or something. I knew that would get him moving."

	The two of them began to laugh and headed inside.

	"I'm going to go hurry John and Twiggy along. I have to go wake
John again. Have fun today okay Reverand."

	"Thanks Pogo. You too."

	"I already had plenty of fun today. Why do you think I have to go
wake him again."

	They gave each other a hug and headed in seperate directions, MW to
his guest room to wake John up and Marilyn to his bedroom to figure out
what to wear.





	I got back from my run with plenty of time to spare. I hopped in
the shower again and washed all the sweat off of me.  As I showered, I
began to think of Marilyn and slowly lost myself in my thoughts. My hands
began to caress my body, running up and down my chest, pausing to tweak my
nipples. I began to harden as my mind wandered filled with thoughts of
him. Using the soap as lube, I began to slowly stroke my hardness with my
fist. As I pumped my cock, I began to moan and felt my body tingle with
excitement. There is just something about jerking off in the shower. The
water hitting your body, the warmth just covering you. I began to go faster
as I felt myself get close. My balls tightened and I began to shoot my load
of cum all over my stomach and the shower. I shuddered when I was finished
and leaned against the wall, composing myself as I came down from my
orgasm.

	I finished my shower and shaved. I stood naked in front of my
closet, looking over my clothes. I had no clue what to wear on a date with
Marilyn Manson. I had nothing like what he usually wore. I just shrugged
and decided to just wear what I was comfortable in. I pulled out a pair of
baggy cargo pants and a tight blue t-shirt that had a picture of a hand on
it.  I grabbed my Doc's and slipped them on as well. I grabbed some hair
gel and ran it through my hair, leaving it a short, spiky mess. A little
eyeliner completed the outfit and I was almost ready to go. I checked my
nails and realized I needed a touch-up.  I grabbed my black nail polish and
headed into the living room. I hit play on the CD player and the new Orgy
CD I had just gotten started. I touched up my nails and went back into my
bedroom to look in the mirror. A young man looked back at me with a smile
on his face.

	It was time to head out, so I grabbed my bag with my laptop and
headed out the door. I stopped at Mr. Stills apartment and told him I was
headed out. I asked him to feed Milly if I wasn't back by her
dinnertime. As always he agreed with the stipulation I told him all about
it tomorrow. I laughed and said good-bye to him. I headed out of my
building and got into my car. Time to headed to Marilyn's. I smiled and
stuck a CD in the CD player. I hadn't noticed what I had grabbed, but it
turned out to be the Backstreet Boys. I made a face and took it right
out. That's what I get for letting my cousin Maria borrow my car. I grabbed
another CD and let the sounds of Rasputina soothe me.




	Marilyn looked in his closet at his clothes. "I swear I have no
clothes" he said out loud to no one in particular. He finally grabbed a
leather shirt he liked with an attached coller with spikes and a pair of
baggy black pants. He decided to skip shoes for right now and brushed his
hair.

	"Hey want me to braid it or something for you?" Trent asked as he
walked in.

	"Sure why not."

	Trent stood behind him and began to french braid his hair. He had
done this many times before with Marilyn's hair and was very fast. He
finished quickly and admired his work.

	"You know, if I ever totally decided I hated music, I could go into
hairdressing as a new career."

	"Sometimes you are the gayest straight guy I know." Marilyn said to
him jokingly.

	Trent sighed and looked away.

	"Yeah I know. Are you wearing any make-up?" He asked, effectivly
changing the subject from his sexuality.

	"Hmm...maybe a little eyeliner and powder. Other then that, no."
	"Okay, well I'm going to go call Robin and ask where we are
meeting. I kind of forget."

	"Okay." Marilyn's mind was already back on Mikel and he was
applying some eyeliner. Trent stared at his friend for a moment and walked
out of the room.


---Okay part 4 is done. Getting a little curious about Trent? I know I
am. So are we ready for part 5? A couple new developments will occur, such
as some sex finally. I know I am concentrating alot on plot, but I want
this to be a real story.

---I want to thank my girl Rachel for helping me out. She's a huge Manson
fan as well as a computer expert and she offered her considerable expertise
in both areas to me. She proof-reads everything for me and helps me with
some of the Manson stuff.

		Thanks Baby!