Date: Wed, 11 Jun 2003 15:15:50 -0400
From: Sam Bolles <sledgehammer_16@hotmail.com>
Subject: To Be With You

NOTE: This is a work of erotic fiction, gay fiction at that. If you aren't
18+ years old, STOP. If it is illegal to posses such material where you
live, STOP. And, if you don't want to read this, STOP!

Also, this story depicts the lead singer of the rock band "Hoobastank",
Doug Robb, participating in, and enjoying, gay activities. This story makes
no actual inference to Doug Robb's sexuality, nor does it make any claims
on his sexuality. (For all we know, he's probably out boinking some hot
groupie right now.)


To Be With You

         Infinity sternly stared back at me as I hold it above me, lying on
my bed. Nope, I was wrong.  Looking at the Hoobastank cover was not
helping. What's the problem, you ask? Well, I'm having the worst case of
insomnia on record. I was insomnias bitch, and it had to be on what seemed
like the hottest, most humid night of the fucking summer. I was looking for
things to entertain myself as the Hoobastank CD played for... what was it?
The sixth time now? Why couldn't I get to sleep?

         I dropped the cover on my chest in frustration. It landed spine
side down, giving a sharp pressure on my chest. I stared at the ceiling,
thinking that that would grant some interest to me. Nope, no luck with that
either. But, looking down to the Hoob cover, with lights fluttering in the
breeze from the fan, something caught my eye. It was picture on the back of
the cover showing the members of the band, and there staring back at me,
much like the infinity, was the lead singer, Doug Robb. Oh, Doug... To be
frank, Doug is the hottest thing I'd seen on two legs. I studied his
face. My eyes were drawn to his; his islander look gave him slanted eyes,
to a degree, which I found very sexy. I followed his cheeks down to his
smile, his beautiful smile that glowed around his garnet lips. His chin was
covered in a slight tuft of hair, which completed his mind-numbingly good
looks. His pitch raven hair flowed to just about his chin, framing his
beautiful face. He was wearing a shirt, but I'd seen him
shirtless. Countless shows, pictures, and other such media gave me all I
needed to know about his body... except his nether regions. Oh, how I would
love to just peak at them, let alone touch his god-like rod. I'd give
anything...

         I sighed and smiled as I set the cover back on my chest. I looked
down to notice a huge bulge in my boxers, with a little bit of my head
peaking through the slit in the crotch. I snickered to myself and continued
to study the picture. Some mysterious force drifted my hand toward my cock,
and I wasn't about to argue. I smiled lethargically as my mind wandered
about the many permutations of Doug I'd seen.

         I started thinking about my Doug as I reached for the baby oil I
kept under my bed for just such an occasion. Me and Doug meet and instantly
start kissing, our tongues exploring the other's mouth. I place my hands on
his cheeks. His chin hair and stubble scrape against my skin and I can't
help but smile from the sensation. He smiles by infection and we gaze into
each others eyes. His deep brown eyes beckon me closer, but we are already
pressed tightly against each other. I pool a bit of baby oil in my hand and
slather it on my cock and pump up and down to coat the whole length of
it. I pictured Doug's lips meeting mine over and over again as we kiss for
what seemed like eternity. I break our lock and motion to lift his shirt,
so as to see his gorgeous body. He senses it and helps me get it off him,
revealing his tanned perfection. His skin was tight around his many
muscles, accentuating his pecs and abs. His nipples were tight and erected,
as he was just as turned on as me. His nipple ring catches the light just
right to make the light reflect to my eye (I know Doug doesn't really have
a nipple ring, but hey, fuck you! It's my fantasy!).

         He lifts my shirt up as well and his strong hands find their way
around my pale, thin body. We return to our kissing, our tongues meeting
time and time again. I have big plans brewing in my mind as I tease him by
shying away from our kisses. But I waste no time; I kiss his cheek, then
his chin, then I follow his neck down to his chest. He moans and praises me
and my lips. I too moan as the shivers of pleasure run through my body. My
pulse heightens as my hand glides across the shiny surface of my dick. My
lips eventually meet his nipples, knowing full well that Doug's Achilles'
heel is his nipples. His hands caress my back and mine find his sides. My
hands flow over his rippling abs as my cock is screaming to get out of my
pants, but time will take its course. I play with his left nipple, sucking
gently and flicking the stiff nub with my tongue. He takes a shallow breath
and whines out another moan. His breath becomes heightened, and I can sense
the rising of his rod. My hand finds his right pierced nipple, which leads
to more sensuous noises from Doug. As I kiss my way down across his firm
abs and kneel to my knees, he helps and unbuckles his belt, unbuttons his
pants, and unzips the zipper. His smile shows all of his eagerness to love
me. His jeans magically fall leaving him in his boxer-briefs, the global
indicator for fags. My cock strained against my hand to stroke faster, but
I was going to let this fantasy play out.

         A giant bulge stared back at me. It must have hurt to have a bulge
that big constrained that much, because as I shakily peeled off his very
tight boxer briefs, his huge dong became visible. He was uncut and had to
be at least 7 and a quarter inches long. I nearly jizzed right there, but I
contained my self as I got to touch his manhood. I looked up at him. He was
very daunting with his muscular chest and beaming face.  His giant smile
urged me forward and he mouthed, "I love you." I smiled just as big as him
and I pumped his cock a bit. My heart was now pounding as my hand was
finally up to full speed. I was panting and breathing hard as I played with
my nipples, wanting more sensations to heighten my eroticism. My mouth
seemed to me tailor made to Doug's dick as I took it in my mouth. I began
to suck immediately and bob my head across the length of his cock. I
couldn't believe I was actually sucking Doug Robb's cock, I was in
heaven. He moaned in excitement and quietly said, "Fuck, yeah. Oh, that
feels so good!" I licked up and down his shaft and even took one of his
balls in my mouth as I pumped his cock. I licked around the base of his
cock, which led to short choppy breaths from Doug. A sensitive spot, I
see. I took his cock back in my mouth and sucked and bobbed. I swirled my
tongue around the head of his cock, just between his foreskin and cock
head. I just realized he had put one of his hands on the back of my head,
wanting me to suck more. I took as much of his humongous rod in my mouth,
and to my surprise, I fit most of it in. He started to face fuck me as I
grabbed for his ass. I teased his hole and massaged it with a finger, which
made his hole and his cock tense up. He whined out a moan and I cupped his
ass, still with my finger in it. My heart was bursting from my chest and my
face felt warm from the blood rushing to it. How I wished it could be
real...

         Doug, in between breaths, managed to inform me, "You can stop; I
want to save it." He smiled and panted as he let me off my knees and held
me close. We began to kiss again, much more passionately than before as his
hands found my shorts buckle. After he was done fiddling with the buckle,
he took me into his arms and we kissed more. I could feel his dick bending
against my boxers, as my shorts had fallen much like his pants had. I put
my hand on the back of my head as we kissed, our saliva now more one rather
than two separate fluids. I pulled his beanie off and let his wet, sweaty,
shoulder length raven hair down. I could smell his intoxicating BO, even
though he had put on deodorant. I could have done without the deodorant
anyway.

         He motioned to go down my chest, and who was I to argue? He kissed
down my neck, causing my breaths to become choppy and he snickered at me. I
smiled as his hot breath ran across my chest. His stubble once again
tickled, adding to my beaming smirk. He started to kiss my nipples and play
with them using his tongue. He began to gently nibble on my hard nipples,
leading to great moans from yours truly.  He alternated nipples, doing the
same action on each. My rod was stiff as ever and anxiously awaiting
Doug. My cock tensed up, hoping that it would be able to spew its load, but
I forced my hand to stop, for I was not done with Doug in my mind. My heart
was still going a mile a second, and my breaths were still short and
deep. Doug started to kiss across my abs, following my happy trail until he
found my boxers. He grabbed the bottoms and pulled down. My dick was pulled
down with them until it flung out from the elastic keeping it captive. He
massaged my balls and he looked up at me. I smiled at him, my eyes saying
everything. He continued to look at me as his mouth engulfed my cock. His
moist, warm mouth was a welcome change from the cold of our secluded
environment. His mouth was like a Hoover. His head bobbed up and down my
rod, much the same mine had on his. I was mesmerized as his tongue worked
wonders on my tool. I moaned in ecstasy as his fingers too found my ass. He
massaged my hole with a few of his fingers all the while sucking my
cock. This put me over the top. I was moaning up a storm. I couldn't take
it anymore; I wanted him in me.

         "Doug," I said quietly with a breath. He looked up at me, still so
magnificently sucking my cock. I pulled my cock out of his mouth and let
him up. We again kissed, our favorite pass-time. In-between kisses I told
him. "Doug... I want you to... fuck me." He looked at me for a moment with
another one of those giant grins. His beautiful lips reaching for his ears
always melted my heart and made me want him more, if at all possible. And
then he kissed me with all the passion any two people could have for each
other. He reached for his pants to find what I assumed to be a condom, but
I halted him. "No, just use some spit."

         "Really?" he asked.

         "Yes, I love you too much to have a condom come between us."
Another smile. I melted.

         Doug sat down on a nearby futon, which had always been in the room
but I had just noticed. His giant erection waiving in the air as he gently
pumped it to keep it hard. His smiles seemed to be a benign disease because
I felt myself having the same smiles as him. I saw him hock a huge wad of
phlegm into his hand and lube up his cock. I wanted to jizz right there,
but I knew I couldn't for his sake. Almost unconsciously, I had started
masturbating again, and this time I didn't know if I could make myself
stop.

         I was drawn to him; I don't even remember walking to him. I
kneeled on the futon straddling him.  He kissed my chest as he continued
pumping his rod. We ended up kissing mouth to mouth again, big surprise. I
gave him a knowing smile and reached behind me to find his cock. I led his
slippery slimy cock to my hole. He massaged my hole with the tip of his
cock a bit and grinned like a gorgeous jackass. I panted as I slowly
lowered my hungry ass onto his cock. His size was bigger than I had
normally taken, but it was a refreshing change. Soon all of him was in me,
and he began to thrust, though none of his cock left my ass. All at the
same time I was trying to lift my ass to get in the fucking motion. He
finally hit his stride and he was vigorously fucking me within minutes. He
was a god to me now. His cock felt so great in my hole, I just wanted
more. I looked upon his bronze skin and his beautiful face - hmm, the word
beautiful does it no justice - and found myself in the company of
immortality. My hands, not knowing what to do, found my rod and I started
massaging my balls. My other hand found his nipples, and much fondling
ensued. Every now and again, I would lean in and we would kiss, with as
much passion and love as ever.  At times I would be so entranced in my
euphoric state and I would just close my eyes with my mouth open and
repeat, "Fuck me, Doug, fuck me," over and over again. Sometimes I would
catch him just the same way. I pleaded with Doug to go harder and faster,
and he did the best he could. My ass was screaming to be abused, and Doug
answered its call with his monster of a cock. I was now masturbating in my
fantasies, just like in life. My breath could barely keep up with me and
soon I found myself actually saying, "Fuck me, Doug," out loud. I could
care less; my rapture was a permanent fixture at the time.

         Doug was ramming my ass at full force now, and both of us were
screaming for each other. We kissed more and he nibbled on my lip, as I did
the same. He moaned and gasped for air as I kissed down his neck, all while
bouncing on his cock. He started literally screaming, which started me off
screaming.  I felt his cock tense up.

         "I'm going to sling it!" he screamed.

         "Please! In my ass!" I retorted, barking out orders. Not a second
later, he yelled in absolute euphoria and I felt my ass fill with his warm,
comforting cream. Without warning, my cock exploded on his toned chest. I
moaned as 8 healthy squirts of cum landed all over his chest. He spread my
cum around his chest with his hand as he still fucked my worn hole. I could
feel his jizz dripping down out of my ass as the room mixed with our BO and
the familiar smell of spunk.

         I was drenched in both mine and his sweat, and my ass pulsated as
his cock remained motionless in my ass. I leaned in and we kissed. I rested
myself on his shoulder as we panted and caught our collective breath.

         "Sam?" he asked, wanting my attention.

         "Yeah," I managed.

         "I love you." I never knew three words could have so much meaning
to me.

         As I returned to reality, I noticed that what I had felt in my
fantasies had come true in life. My chest and torso were coated in my
spew. My dick had gone limp in my hand, also covered in cum. I panted to
catch my breath. My fan blew across my body, chilling me. My heart beat
with no actual rhythm, just whenever it mustered the energy to. My heart
had torn through my chest and laid there, still in working condition, and
each beat was for Doug. I managed to clean myself well; this load tasted
pretty good.

         As I looked down, Doug's picture still stared at me, watching me
please myself all the while. His smile still made me smile as I placed the
cover on the floor. I turned over in my bed, just as "To Be with You"
finished on the CD. Hmm, seems that song was playing when I started...

         A minute later, I wasn't staring at some CD cover. I wasn't
staring at the ceiling. I wasn't even complaining to myself on how I
couldn't rest... Babies don't sleep this well. Weather he knew it or not,
Doug was lying next to me in my bed, and he was just as fast asleep as me.


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