Date: Mon, 29 May 2000 22:40:11 -0700 (PDT)
From: Chase Donovon <chase_donovon@yahoo.com>
Subject: Pop Star 5

    ***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.


   The flight to New York was mostly uneventful, for
which I was thankful. I'd had time to absorb all that
had happened and work on just what I was going to say
when Carson Daly introduced me to the millions of
people who watched Total Request Live and showed them
my video for the first time.

   I also had time to reflect back on the incredible
sex I'd had with Jordan Knight a few days before. I
felt my cock getting hard as I remembered the way I'd
made Jordan sing a New Kids song as I fucked him. I
glanced around quickly, wondering if anyone had
noticed my growing state of arousal. Luckily, the
people in the seats around me were either reading or
sound asleep, but i knew that eventually someone would
notice if I didn't take care of the problem.

   I made a quick dash for the tiny closet that passed
for a bathroom and was luckily near enough to my seat
to reach without having to parade my ample member in
front of half the passengers on board. Locking the
door behind me I sat down and unzipped my pants, going
quickly to work on my cock. My eyes closed, I stroked
my cock and remembered the ways Jordan's voice had
cracked with pleasure while my cock plowed in and out
of his tight ass.

   The scene in my head shifted and I started to
remember the night I'd made love to Ricky Martin, how
tight his ass had been as he'd ridden my cock with
wild abandon, his moves in bed as sexy as they were on
stage. With my mind flashing back and forth between
both men, my climax arrived quickly and a burst of hot
cum was soon dripping down my fist as I panted and
sighed with pleasure.

   The tensions relieved, I made my way back to my
seat and went back to reading the notes I'd made for
myself about what to say during the TRL interview. I
must have fallen asleep, though, because the next
thing I knew a stewardess was shaking my arm.

   "Sir, we've landed," she smiled as I opened my eyes
and looked up at her.

   "Oh, thanks, Katie," I smiled back, reading the
name tag on her uniform. A little harmless flirting
with the female sex never hurt anyone, and it was good
for my image.

   "You're very welcome. I hope you enjoy your visit
to New York," she said, still smiling. "And if you
need any help enjoying it, you can give me a call."

   I grinned at her and winked as she slipped a piece
of paper into my hand. "Thanks." I grabbed my carry on
bag and moved past her down the aisle, knowing that
I'd have to be pretty desperate indeed to call a woman
for a good time, even a beautiful one.

   By the time I checked into the hotel and called my
manager back in L.A. to let him know I'd made it in
one piece it was time to head to MTV's studio in Times
Square, from where TRL was aired live daily.

   I had a sense, as I walked through the doors for
the first time, that these hallways would become very
familiar to me. I was, after all, perfect for the TRL
crowd. I had the blond youthful good looks and the
made to order pop songs, as well as an excellent
voice. Teen girls all over America would be dreaming
of me nightly, as would more than a few teen boys.

   "Mr. Donovon?" I turned around to find myself face
to face with a guy who looked like a relic from the
grunge era, with long, greasy hair and a tattered
plaid shirt and torn jeans.

   "Yes, that's me," I smiled.

   "Follow me, please. We'll get you into make up." I
nodded and began to follow him down a hall lined with
photos of past and present MTV Vj's.

   "Am I the only guest today?" I asked curiously as I
sat down in a chair and was immediately surrounded by
make up and hair people.

   "No." No one was more forthcoming than that and I
decided not to ask any more questions. I knew that
once I was more than just a wannabe debuting his first
video these people would fawn over me like I was the
next best thing to God, as most people did with
celebrities. In the meantime, I was just one of them,
a regular guy, no more important than anyone else
you'd pass on the street.

   Once the hair and make up people were satisfied
with me I was taken to a small room just off of the
TRL and left alone. There was a tv on in the corner,
tuned to MTV, with no sound on. I watched as Carson
Daly began the show and introduced the first few
videos of the day.

   Finally a woman about my own age popped her head
through the door and informed me that I would be up
after the commercial break. I made my way out and
stood there trying not to feel nervous as they pinned
the microphone to my shirt.

   "It's only a few million people," I mumbled to
myself. The guy pining the mic on me smiled
sympathetically and slapped me lightly on the back.

   "It'll be over before you even realize it's begun,
don't worry about it."

   I thanked him and took a deep breath as I heard
Carson begin to welcome the audience back from the
commercial break. It was almost time, in just a few
seconds people all over the country would be staring
at my face, wondering who I was.

   "And now we've got a special treat for you, a new
video by a brand new artist. Let's bring this guy out
and let him tell you all a little about himself. This
is Chase Donovon," Carson said turning in my direction
for the first time.

   I felt myself moving forward and it was almost like
I was in a dream. I shook Carson's hand and smiled at
the camera as I joined him in front of it.

   "What's up, man?" Carson asked, grinning at me like
we were old friends.

   "I'm on MTV," I smiled. "That's pretty much the
highlight of my week!"

   "I bet. So, tell us a little bit about yourself and
this new single, 'Whisper my Name'," Carson said.

   I explained briefly what the song was about and
that it was the first single we were releasing off my
debut album.

   "Great. Well, let's show 'em the video, shall we?"
Carson asked.

   "I hope you like it," I said, smiling into the
camera.

   "We're out," one of the production people said as
my video began to play on the screen behind us.

   "Nervous?" Carson asked with a grin.

   "Oh, just a little," I answered, smiling. "It's not
every day you go in front of several million people
for the first time in your life."

   "You know what helps?" Carson asked. I raised my
eyebrows, indicating that I'd like to know the answer,
and he leaned forward consipratorily. "Make sure you
get laid within half an hour of going on the air. It's
takes care of all the tensions and worries."

   "Really? I'll have to keep that in mind for the
next time I'm on the show," I laughed.

   "We're back in five, four..." someone began
counting down. Carson and both turned back to face the
cameras.

   "That was the debut of 'Whisper my Name' by this
guy here, Chase Donovon. Chase, thanks for stopping by
today and sharing this with us, man."

   "Thanks for letting me, Carson," I smiled.

   "You people at home can call in or get online and
vote if you want to see 'Whisper my Name' on TRL
again. Now let's get into your number six video today,
this is Kid Rock."

   "We're out."

   "Good luck, man. I'll see you around," Carson said.

   "Thanks, Carson. It was nice meeting you," I
replied as I took off my mic and headed offstage. I
started towards the little room I'd waited in but
found my way blocked by a very burly looking biker
type who glared at me with his arms crossed.

   "Can I help you?" he practically barked at me.

   "No, but you can move away from the door, please,"
I smiled.

   "I don't think so, sir," he glared at me.

   "Well I do. I left some stuff in there and I need
to grab it before I leave," I said, trying to control
my patience.

   "You're not getting in this room without permission
from the guys. I've heard every excuse there is,
believe me. Usually from the chicks, but we get a few
guys like you, too," biker boy practically sneered at
me.

   "Guys like me? I hope by that you mean guys about
to become huge stars, asshole. Now get the hell out of
my way!" I said, patience gone.

   "We've got a problem here, someone call security!"
biker man said loudly to no one in particular, more
for the purpose of scaring me than anything else, it
seemed.

   "Look, buddy, I just want to grab my jacket and the
rest of my stuff, okay? What the hell is your
problem?" I asked loudly.

   "We're on the air!" someone hissed from nearby.

   "Darren, what's going on?" a guy's voice asked as
the door to the room opened.

   "I've got it under control, Tom. Just some punk
trying to lie his way into meeting you," biker boy
explained with a knowing sneer directed my way.

   Tom turned his eyes on me speculativly and I knew
right away who he was. I'd bought their CD a few weeks
before.

   "Excuse me, but I need to grab my jacket and some
things I left in there before I went on the air," I
said directly to Tom over biker boy's shoulder.

   Tom glanced behind him, most likely looking to see
if there was really anything lying around the room
that could be mine. "Let him in, Darren, it's okay."

   I tired not to feel too triumphant as Darren stood
to one side and I walked into the room after Tom
DeLonge. As I'd expected, Mark Hoppus and Travis
Barker, the other two members of Blink 182, were
sprawled out across the rooms chairs and sofa.

   "Sorry about Darren, he's just protective of us,"
Tom smiled.

   "I understand, don't worry about it," I said as I
picked up my stuff.

   "You were on the show today?" Mark asked from the
sofa. I couldn't help but noticed that the way he was
sprawled out put his package on display perfectly.

   "Yeah. They debuted my first video," I said, trying
not to stare too obviously at his bulge.

   "What's your name, man?" Tom asked.

   "Chase Donovon."

   Mark and Tom both said hello and introduced
themselves while Travis sat staring at me without
saying a word.

   "Don't worry about Trav, he just doesn't talk
much," Tom laughed.

   "So what are you guys doing here today? New video?
Your last one was hilarious," I said.

   "You're a fan?" Mark asked.

   "It's hard not to be," I said, thinking about the
three of them running around naked in the video for
'What's my age again?'.

   "You're on after the break, guys," the same girl
who'd come for me said as she popped her head inside
the room again.

   "Well, it was nice meeting you guys," I smiled,
turning to go.

   "You, too, Chase. Hey, where you staying?" Mark
asked as I started for the door.

   I told him the name of my hotel and he smiled.
"Cool, us too. Maybe we can get wild tonight."

   "Maybe," I grinned, meeting his eyes and holding my
gaze for as long as I dared while I wondered if his
idea of getting wild was anything like mine.

   "We'll give you a call or something," Mark said. I
nodded and waited as the three of them filed past me
out the door, headed for the living rooms of millions
of Americans.

   As Mark, who was the last to pass me, went by I
gasped as I felt him quickly pinch my ass. Meeting his
eye again, I smiled.

   My few days in New York was going to be even more
fun than I thought.


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