Date: Sat, 27 Oct 2001 14:51:33 -0700 (PDT)
From: Chase Donovon <chase_donovon@yahoo.com>
Subject: Pop Star 6

   Let's play catch up, because it's been a very long
time. In fact, you should probably just read the first
five parts of the story over again (except for part 3
which is stupid, pointless, and really not a part of
the story) as well as reading 'Vida Loca' because 'Pop
Star' is a sequel to that story.

   Okay, now for our 'last time on Melrose Place'
moment. Our hero, Chase Donovon, was a random fan of
Ricky Martin who was lucky enough to meet him in a
bathroom during a public appearance. One thing lead to
another and they had a fantastic night of sex. Chase,
encouraged by some things Ricky said, decided to
pursue his music career.

   He was signed and began to work on his first alubm
and found himself with the perks of an emerging pop
star, which include meeting hot celebrities. He's so
far met Jordan Knight, who's become a close friend and
fuck buddy, and in our last chapter flew to New York
for the TRL debut of the video of his very first
single. In the green room after his appearance, he met
the flirtatious guys of Blink 182 and discovered that
they were staying in the same hotel.

   That about catches us up to speed. My intention
with this story (except for when I wrote part 3!) has
always been to write hot sex stories about hot celebs
who get overlooked in most stories on Nifty. I've
taken a very long break for a variety of reasons, but
I'm back.

   I've also written another story in the meantime,
called 'Welcome to Salem', which is about Days of Our
Lives. If you're a fan of that, I know you're proably
wondering when the hell I'm going to write some more.
Soon, I promise. :)

   And now, Pop Star 6. Enjoy! :)


    ***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.




   I felt like I was floating on air all the way back
to my hotel. The high of having just been on tv in
front of millions of people, of having them see my
very first video and hear my single for the first
time, was pumping through my veins and pounding in my
ears. No matter what happened from this point on in my
attempt at pop stardom, nobody could take away the
afternoon I'd just had.

   I got all the requisite congratulatory calls from
people involved with my career, my cell phone buzzing
the entire ride to the hotel. All the words really
blended together and I don't think I actually listened
to what anyone said. There was too much on my mind.

   Not only was on the brink of being accepted or
rejected by the ever influential teen audience of TRL,
I also had the possibility of a wild night ahead of
me. I kept thinking of the conversation in the green
room, with a couple of guys known as Blink 182.

   Mark had been very flirtatious, even to the point
of actually pinching my ass as he left the room. The
best part was that we were all staying in the same
hotel. The possibilities were endless.

   I got back to my room and collapsed onto my bed,
staring up at the ceiling and replaying the whole
interview with Carson Daly over in my mind. What had I
said? How had it looked? My manager was sending me a
tape, of course, so I could see for myself, but for
now I could just wonder how I had come off to all the
people watching at home.

   My cell phone rang yet again. For a minute, I
stared at it, wondering if I could just turn it off
for awhile, escape from all the business talk. What I
really wanted right now was to just enjoy the moment
and not get bogged down in details. Still, business
was business.

   "Hello?"

   "Chase? It's Jordan," the familiar voice was low
and sexy in my ear.

   "Did you watch the show?"

   "That's why I'm calling. You were fuckin' awesome.
You're in, my man. All those little teen girls were
probably creaming themselves watching you. And I'm
sure quite a few of the teen boys were, too," Jordan
laughed.

   "Did I really come off okay? I was so nervous! I
knew I would be, but when I was actually up there, it
was nuts," I said.

   "You came off great, don't worry about it," Jordan
assured me.

   "Speaking of cumming, guess who I met in the green
room?" I asked, smiling.

   "Don't expect me to be impressed if Carson Daly put
the moves on you, man. That tool would sleep with
anything with a pulse," Jordan laughed.

   "Not Carson, no. I met the guys from Blink 182. I
think Mark was pretty into me, too. They're even
staying here in the hotel. So what do you know about
them?" I asked. Jordan kept his ear to the ground
about things like this. He knew who was family in the
business and who wasn't.

   "Blink 182? From what I hear, they're all pretty
much into chicks. But sometimes, if the mood is right,
they can get a little wild," Jordan said.

   "Well then, let's hope the mood is right tonight!
I'm so pumped up after today, I need to get laid," I
said, meaning it. My balls were already starting to
turn blue.

   Jordan laughed and wished me good luck. I hung up
from him and jumped up, heading for the shower.

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

   I decided not to wait around the room for a call
that might not even come. One way or another, I was
getting laid tonight.

   I was on my way out the door, planning to head to a
club, when the phone rang. It wasn't my cell phone
this time, but the actual hotel room phone. I was
pretty sure that meant only one thing- Mark was making
good on his promise to call.

   "Hello?"

   "Is this Chase?"

   "You got him. Who's this?" I asked.

   "It's Mark Hoppus, dude. From Blink." I smiled at
the reply and felt myself getting hard already in
anticipation.

   "Oh, hey man. What's up?" I asked, striving to
sound cool.

   "We're gonna have some people up to the room, just
have some fun, chill. You interested?"

   "Hey, sure. Sounds like fun," I looked across the
room into the mirror, checking already to make sure I
looked okay.

   "Great, man. I'm looking forward to getting to know
you a lot better," Mark said. Was it just me, or did
he emphasize the word 'lot'?

   He told me the room number and to come on up
whenever I was ready. I thanked him and hung up, my
heart racing and my dick throbbing in my pants.

   I waited about half an hour, just so I wouldn't
look too desperate. When I stepped off the elevator on
their floor, which was reserved just for the three of
them, I was greeted with loud music and the noise of a
party in progress.

   I followed the sounds and soon found myself
swallowed up in a group of about fifty people, most of
them already drunk, high, or on their way to being
both.

   I wandered in and out of conversations for awhile,
nursing a beer, keeping my eyes out for Mark or either
of the other two guys. There wasn't a familiar face in
sight, though.

   Before I even knew what was happening, I found
myself trapped in a corner with a girl who had flaming
red hair and was wearing next to no clothes. She began
coming on strong, trying to figure out just how well I
knew the guys and if I could get her in to see them.
By the time she slipped her hand down my pants, I knew
I should be getting out of there and finding something
else to do with my evening.

   I excused myself as nicely as I could and started
for the door, feeling disapointed with how things had
turned out. Obviously, the guys in the group extended
invitations to a lot of people and it was really
nothing too personal. They weren't even with their
guests. From what I'd gathered from Red before I made
my getaway, they were stashed off in a bedroom in the
suite with a small group of people important enough to
actually party with them.

   I was almost to the door when I felt a hand grab my
arm. I swung around, fearing that big Red had decided
I was just too good to let get away. Instead, I found
myself face to face once again with Darren, the
overprotective biker type who served as personal
security for the guys in Blink.

   "Come on," was all I got out of him. He clearly did
not like me one bit, but I'm glad to say that the
feeling was one hundred percent mutual.

   I followed him, my hopes starting to rise once
again. Maybe something would come out of this, after
all.

   Darren lead me to another room in the suite, where
I was met by the sight of the guys in the band all
lounging around and talking with a few other guests
that included a few big breasted, cheap looking women
and a couple of other guys who I'd never seen before
in my life.

   Tom looked up and smiled when I walked in, then
went back to talking to one of the bimbos. Travis
looked at me without any expression on his face, then
seemed to dismiss me altogether. It was Mark who
jumped up and shook my hand quickly, giving me a
little half hug.

   "Hey! Glad you could come, dude. I'd like you to
meet... Niki," Mark paused for just a second before
saying the name of the bimbo who'd been sitting with
him, making it obvious that theirs was a new
aquaintence.

   "Niki, this is Chase Donovon. He was on TRL today.
He's like the next big thing," Mark said, smiling at
me.

   I smiled and thanked him for the compliment as I
shook Niki's hand.

   "Have a beer and make yourself at home," Mark
smiled and slipped his arm around Niki's waist in a
way that cleary indicated that he planned to make
himself quite at home with her in a short while.

   Feeling my heart sink I grabbed the offered beer
and began to think of ways to excuse myself quickly.
Jordan had warned me that these guys were pretty much
into women only and it certainly was looking like the
evening was going to be a complete bust if I didn't
manage to head for a club soon.

   Half an hour passed slowly. I chatted with some of
the ladies present and every once in awhile Mark or
Tom would shoot a question my way. If I hadn't been so
set on getting laid, it would have been an awesome
experience. As it was, though, my dick was doing the
thinking for me and I needed to get out of there.

   I was just about to make my excuses when Mark
caught my eye and motioned to the side with his head.
Curious, I stood up at the same time as he did and we
met off to one side of the room, a few feet from
everyone else.

   "Dude, I'm really glad you came tonight," Mark's
words were low and filled with an aura of
confidentiality.

   "Yeah, man, so I am. Thanks for inviting me. I was
just thinking, though, that I should get going," I
tried to look suitably disappointed.

   "What? No, man. The fun hasn't even started yet!
Listen, Niki thinks you're hot," Mark grinned at me.

   "Really?" I asked, trying not to show just how
little I cared about what his bimbo of the evening
thought about me.

   "Yeah! So, listen. She's up for a little fun," Mark
explained, the grin never leaving his face.

  I stared at him for a few seconds, silently,
wondering if he was suggesting that Niki and I hook
up, or if by 'a little fun' he meant something else.

   "What do you mean?" I finally asked.

   "You know. You, Niki, me. A little fun," Mark
punched me lightly on the shoulder. I felt my dick
stir a little at the thought of what he was
suggesting, but at the same time I didn't really want
anything to do with Niki.

   "Mark, it sounds like it would be a great time, but
I'm really not into women. Just guys," I explained.

   Mark looked at me and smiled even wider than
before. "Dude, that's okay. C'mon, let's have some
fun!"

   That's okay? Promising words. I smiled back at him
and nodded. "My place or yours?"


  more to follow shortly. Write me at
chase_donovon@yahoo.com