Date: Wed, 3 May 2000 16:18:57 -0700 (PDT)
From: Chase Donovon <chase_donovon@yahoo.com>
Subject: Pop Star 4

    ***Note: This story is completely fictional. I've
never met any of the real life versions of any of the
people mentioned, so I can't honestly speculate on
their sexualities, but the events I'm portraying all
come from my mind and nowhere else.

    *** Well, it's been seven months since I last
updated. Sorry for the long delay. I'm going back to
my original intention, which is to have Chase with a
different hot music celeb each time. :-) Pop Star is a
spin off of my first story, Vida Loca


     "A Backstreet Boy? Please. Could you get any more
mainstream? Really, it's been done to death," Jordan
Knight laughed at me, shaking his head.

    The two of us were sprawled out on his sofa in the
living room of his apartment. After our initial sexual
encounter, I'd had a mini crisis of sorts, wondering
if sex was really all I wanted to be about. Didn't I
want love, happily ever after, all that bullshit? I'd
decided, though, that I was too young to worry about
that. Sex was fun. There would be plenty of time for
love much later.

    "Shut up, man. I didn't know he was a Backstreet
Boy at the time, trust me. And it's not like we fucked
or anything," I said, going on the defensive. The two
of us had just returned from having dinner together in
a poorly lit dive in a bad neighborhood, where Jordan
was sure he'd remain anonymous. A waitress in her mid
twenties had proved him wrong, though, and had more or
less offered to become his sex slave right there on
the table if he'd wanted.

    I'd told him about how I'd met a hot guy a few
weeks earlier who I'd later seen on MTV, singing about
how he 'wanted it that way'.

    "Yeah, you wanted to, though. Probably would have
it he'd given you half a chance! So, which one was it?
Come on, spill. I'll tell you if he's gay or not,"
Jordan grinned.

    "Oh, so you know, huh?" I asked, smiling.

    "Yep. Trust me, there aren't many guys in the biz
today that I don't know the lowdown on. I keep my ear
to the ground on these things. Never know what's going
to come up," Jordan grinned and made a stroking motion
with his hand to illustrate the point.

    "I knew there was a reason I liked you. Other than
that huge tool between your legs, I mean," I smiled.

    "Which, by the way, you're going to have down your
throat in about five minutes," Jordan informed me with
a smile.

    "Promises, promises. So, how many of the
Backstreet Boys are family, then?" I asked.

    "Three out of five. Two gay, one bi," Jordan said
promptly. As he said it, he reached across and slowly
started unbuttoning my shirt.

    "I don't know any of their names, man. How am I
supposed to tell you which one I met?" I asked as he
pulled my shirt off me and brought his mouth to one of
nipples, where he began to suck and nibble lightly
before moving on to it's twin.

    "Hair color?" he asked briefly before returning to
his task.

    "Mmm," I moaned a little, feeling a tingle brought
on by Jordan's expert mouth work. "It was brownish
blonde. Kinda had a soft southern accent."

    "Ahh! That would be Brian Littrel. He plays for
us," Jordan smiled up at me as his mouth moved
sideways and began attacking my armpit with a
vengeance.

    "Really? What position?" I asked with a grin as I
reached down and began rubbing the growing bulge in
Jordan's pants.

    "Versatile. Very oral," Jordan mumbled, his face
now buried in my other pit.

    "And what about the other Backstreet Boys? Which
one is bi, and who's the other gay one?" I asked with
a smile as Jordan moved his mouth back to my chest and
began kissing his way down to my abs.

    "Planning a foursome?" he asked with a smile
before beginning to trace his tongue across my stomach
in little patterns.

    "Never know," I moaned as he brought his hand to
my own bulge and gave it a gentle squeeze.

    "The blonde, Nick Carter. Gay, total bottom. The
tall one with black hair, Kevin, is bi. Likes to be
serviced by a guy, doesn't do much in return," Jordan
whispered as he began to unbutton my pants.

     The feeling of Jordan's warm, wet mouth wrapping
itself around the head of my cock made me groan in
total ecstasy. I moved both my hands to the back of
his head and pushed him down a little, so he'd take
more in.

    "Yeah, suck me," I moaned. I looked down to see
Jordan's eyes looking up at me intensely, a little
sweat beginning to form across his forehead.

    Pulling off my dick suddenly, Jordan sat up and
wiped a hand slowly across his mouth.

    "What? Why'd you stop?" I asked, feeling
disappointed.

    "Just wondering something," Jordan said
thoughtfully.

    "What? I asked, stroking my cock a little and
looking in his eyes.

    "Who gives better head. Me or Ricky Martin?"
Jordan asked, a smile breaking out on his face.

    "You, no question," I answered promptly. I wasn't
a fool, after all! You don't tell the guy who's about
to give you a blow job that someone else is better at
it than him, even if it were true. There was actually
no comparing, any way. Both men had their own
techniques that were incredible. And besides, it had
been months since my one night with Ricky Martin.

    "Good answer, my friend," Jordan said. He stood up
then and pulled the tight black sweater he was wearing
over his head, revealing his gorgeous chest. He
reached down and undid his black jeans and soon they
were discarded in a heap on the floor, leaving him in
nothing but tight white briefs that fully displayed
the incredible ten inches he brought out on special
occasions. "Now come get your prize."

    I stood up slowly, letting my already unzipped
slacks fall to the ground but slipping my hard cock
back inside my boxer briefs. I dropped to my knees and
moved slowly across the floor, smiling up at him as I
made my way towards his package, which I was now on
face level with.

    I placed my mouth over the outline of the head of
his cock and sucked lightly well I placed one hand on
each firm cheek of his ass and pushed him forward
against my face, causing him to groan loudly.

    Without warning I grabbed the waist band of his
briefs and tugged them down, freeing the massive piece
of meat, which smacked me lightly in the nose.

    Taking a deep breath I opened my mouth and moved
forward, determined to take as much of those thick ten
inches as I could in the first gulp. This time, to my
delight, I succeeded in getting about half of his
enormous cock down my throat.

    As I bobbed slowly up and down, swallowing and
then releasing his pole, I squeezed the tight cheeks
of his ass together and pulled them apart in rhythm
with my up and down movements. After a few seconds I
pulled off his dick long enough to wet one finger.

    "Yes!" Jordan gasped as my finger slid inside his
tight hole and half of his cock slid back down my
throat. "Oh, yeah. Finger my ass. Make me cum."

    I could taste the salty sweet essence of Jordan's
precum begin to flood my mouth and I began to suck
harder, wanting to taste the real thing, to feel him
explode inside my mouth.

    "Ahh!" Jordan jumped a little as I allowed a
second finger to join the first. "Oh, yeah. That's
it."

    I could sense that he was very close. For a second
I considered slowing down, making him wait a little
longer, but I just couldn't. I was suddenly desperate
to taste his juices.

    "I'm gonna shoot!" Jordan yelled just as I felt
the first shot hit the back of my throat. I pulled up
a little and the second hit the roof of my mouth. I
swallowed quickly, greedily, savoring the slightly
bitter taste as Jordan moaned and groaned above me,
his hands on the back of my head, holding me in place.

    When he had finished we remained in place for
several seconds, his cock still firm in my mouth, his
hands in my blonde hair, two of my fingers still
sliding in and out of his ass.

    Finally, though, he sighed contently and let go of
my head. I moved backwards a little, still fingering
him, and looked up at his face. He had that sexy five
o'clock shadow look down pat and the look of
satisfaction on his face made me incredibly horny.

    "I want my dick inside you," I informed him in a
soft voice that I hope was seductive.

    "You want my ass?" Jordan smiled, brushing the
backs of his fingers across my lips and retreiving a
small drop of his own cum.

    "I want it. I need it," I said as I watched him
slowly raise his hand to his mouth and lick his cum
off the backs of his fingers.

    "Show me how much you want it," Jordan grinned.
"Show me how good you think it tastes first, and then
maybe I'll let you fuck me."

    I needed to hear no more. I pulled my fingers out
of him, causing a small shudder of pleasure that I
felt pass through his body. Standing up, my cock a
sizable bulge in the front of my boxer briefs, I moved
around behind Jordan.

    Wrapping my arms around his chest, I began to walk
slowly forward, pushing him along with me, until we
reached the side of the sofa. I lightly pushed him
forward so that he was lying over it's arm, his ass in
the air at the perfect level.

    Dropping back to my knees, I spread his cheeks
with both hands and looked at the tight, puckered hole
that I wanted so much to fuck. It was surrounded by
the same curly little black hairs that covered
Jordan's legs, arms, and surrounded his cock.

    I ran my tongue along the outer perimeter, playing
with the hairs a little. I heard a half giggle, half
moan escape from Jordan's lips and that spurred me on.
My tongue suddenly found it's target and began to move
in a swirling motion.

    "Chase! Fuck! That feels so hot!" Jordan gasped,
his voice muffled against the cushions on the sofa.
Exerting more pressure, I felt my tongue slip past his
barriers, causing a long, drawn out groan to escape
from him.

    For several minutes I continued on, alternating
between tongue fucking his tight ass and swirling it
around, tickling and titilating him. Finally, I could
wait no longer.

    "I'm going to fuck you, Jordan," I whispered,
standing up and pulling my underwear off.

    Looking backwards at me, Jordan smiled. "Go for
it, stud. Give me your underwear first, though." I
raised an eyebrow in silent inquiry, but bent down to
pick up the black boxer briefs i'd just taken off,
noticing for the first time the large, wet stain on
the front of them.

    Jordan took them from me and immediately held them
against his nose and mouth, his tongue darting across
the stain. "Fuck me," he said, his voice now muffled
by my own underwear.

    I needed no further encouragement. I grabbed a
condom from the coffee table and quickly unrolled it
on my cock. Jordan's was still laying across the arm
of the sofa, his ass slightly in the air and his face
buried in my underwear. I rested the head of my cock
against his hole for a few seconds, pushing very
slowly forward.

    "Harder!" Jordan half begged, half ordered. I
increased the pressure and felt the head slip inside,
where it was immediately engulfed in the most amazing
feeling of warmth and tightness.

    "Yeah! C'mon, fuck me. I need it, man," Jordan
groaned. I smiled, thinking that it hadn't taken him
long to regress to the bottom he'd been in his earlier
days.

    I pushed the rest of my cock inside of him and
then began thrusting back and forth, and hand on each
of his hips, moving with perfect rhythm. Jordan
continued to moan and make little noise of delight in
the back of his throat as I fucked him and I suddenly
had an idea.

    I stopped thrusting, leaving only the head of my
cock inside him. I stood there silently, waiting for
him to speak.

    "Don't stop! What's wrong?" Jordan asked, turning
his head to look back at me pleadingly.

    "Sing," I ordered with a smile.

    "What?" Jordan asked, looking a little confused.

    "Sing to me while I fuck you," I said.

    "What? I-" Jordan stopped and gasped as I thrusted
forward again, burying my cock in his ass up my pubic
hair.

    "Sing if you want any more," I said.

    "It's creeping around in my head, me holding you
down in my bed....." Jordan began to sing. I slowly
returned to fucking him while he unevenly sang the
words, his voicing raising and cracking with pleasure.

    "Baby you know I can give it to you.... you know
you can't deny, I do it right.... just let me know and
i'll give it to you.....aaaaahhhh!"

    "Sing a New Kids song," I demanded as I felt
myself getting closer to my climax. Jordan moaned and
I slowed down my pace, threatening silently to stop
once again.

    "You got the right stuff.... baby... love the way
you turn me on.... you got the right stuff... baby...
oooh god, fuck me....you're the reason why I sing this
song.... yeah, Chase, fuck me, fuck me harder,
please!"

    "Sing, I'm gonna cum! Sing for me, sing if you
want me to cum," I moaned, feeling lightheaded as I
continued to plow his ass.

    "All that I needed was you.... in my life....
you're so right... all that i wanted was you...."
Jordan half sang, have moaned the words and I felt
myself reach the peak.

    "I'm cumming. Oh, God! I'm cumming," I groaned as
I felt myself explode inside the condom, buried deep
in Jordan Knight's ass.

    I collapsed forward on top of Jordan, breathing
heavily. The two of us were drenched in sweat and both
gasping for air. I began to slowly half lick, half
kiss the back of his neck for a few seconds and then
slowly stood back up, my body aching for the work out
it had just received.

    Jordan groaned again as I pulled my dick out of
his ass slowly. Once we were apart he sat up on the
sofa and looked at me, his face covered in
persperation.

    "That was the hottest fuck of my life!" He said,
sounding amazed. I noticed then that there was a
sizable puddle of cum on one of the sofa cushions.

    "You came again?" I asked, surprised.

    "Yeah. During the second verse of 'The Right
Stuff'," Jordan laughed. "Chase, that was incredible!"

    "It was, wasn't it. I actually used to fantasize
about fucking you while you sang to me. Back when my
sister loved the New Kids and I pretended I hated
them," I laughed.

    "We've got to do this again!" Jordan grinned.

    "Now? I don't know if I can!" I smiled.

    "I KNOW I can't! I feel like I need to sleep for
about six months. No, I meant next time I'm in town,"
Jordan said.

    "You've got it. That was too incredible not to
merit a repeat performance!" I promised. "Oh, by the
way, can I have my underwear back?"

    Jordan looked down in surprise, as if he'd
forgotten that he was still clutching my black boxer
briefs tightly in his hand. Laughing, he tossed them
across to me.

    "Now, wasn't that better than anything you could
have had with your Backstreet Boy?" He asked, smiling.

    "Oh, I don't know. I wouldn't mind hearing a few
verses of 'I Want it That Way'!" I laughed, ducking as
Jordan tossed one of my shoes at me.

               ************************

    "You're heading to New York tomorrow," my manager
informed me when I walk in the door of the studio the
next day.

    "Why?" I asked, feeling no more than slight
curiosity. I was still exhausted after the night
before with Jordan.

    "Oh, nothing too exciting. They're just going to
debut you're first video on TRL, and they want you
there for it," Les smiled.

    My mouth fell open in shock. We'd shot the video
just a few weeks earlier and my first single had hit
the airwaves a few days before but hadn't gotten too
much notice yet.

    "How did that happen??"

    "The suits at MTV saw a copy of the video, thought
it had the right look for TRL, and that's that. You're
going to be given a brief interview on air with Carson
Daly, which will be live so we're really gonna have to
prep you for that, and then they're gonna debut the
video. See if the kids like it. This is make or break
my friend," Les said, as if I needed to be told. TRL
was the King Maker of pop music these days.

    "I'm ready for it," I smiled.

  **TBC- up next, an encounter in New York with
another pop star. Not saying who! You'll have to read
and see! :-) Write to chase_donovon@yahoo.com