Disclaimer: This story involves male/male sex. If this is not your bag, don't read it. If you do like it, read on. This story is entirely fictional, and does not mean to imply any thing about the sexual preference of the real Backstreet Boys, or Brian Littrell in particular. I hope you enjoy.
Preface: This story was written after reading most of the stories in the celeb archive. It is my first attempt a writing, to please be gentle. If you're not, I guess I can cope. As with most other people, all comments are welcomed. Please write, I LOVE e-mail. You can reach me a brok_adam@email.com, or ky0412@aol.com. I hope you like reading it as much as I liked writing it.
Brian's Beach
The Sun's last rays reflected off of the ocean, as I took my walk along the beach. The walk had become my ritual, the way I cleared my head after going to school all day long. Just so you all know me, my name is Adam Jacobs, and I am currently in my final year of college. I am trying to get into Public Relations. It's a gift the way I can deal with people, I never run out of witty comments, or snide remarks, as the situation warrants. I am 6', dark hair, blue eyes, and a six-pack, and currently living in the beachfront property I inherited from my parents.
As I turned around I realized how far I had accidentally walked from the house, so I turned around and began to run. The water lapped at my feet, as I remembered why I usually walked instead of running, while me feet sank into the soft sand.
When I finally reached the front of my house, I decided that a swim was in order. Living on the
beach for the past three years had finally emboldened my, and I remembered that almost no one was on the beach at this time, so I decided to swim in the buff, instead of jogging back to my house to pick up a pair of trunks. After checking to make sure that no one was around, I dropped my pants, and jumped in the water. The cool water teased my cock, making me rise to my full 8''. As I thought over my day I remembered the homework I had left to do, and the Backstreet Boys CD, I had left playing when I left the house. As my thoughts usually do when I think of the Heavenly Band refereed to as the Backstreet Boys my thoughts drifted to Brian Littrel, the man I wished would be my personal Earth Angel. I began to slowly massage my cock, letting the waves rock me back and forth, as I imagined that Brian was floating right next to me. As I floated on my back giving my slick dick a one handed massage I heard a whistle. Quickly I submerged myself and looked up, only to see one of the finest men I had ever seen standing on the Beach laughing his ass off. I looked up and thought I recognized a small bulge in his pants, and screamed "If you liked that soooo much, why don't you come down and join me"?
Comments like that usually put in one of two situations, either the man above was so embarrassed he ran off never to be heard from again, or he decided to try and kick the fruit's ass. Well seeing as my big mouth had gotten me into trouble on several previous occasions, I had mad sure the key word in the second option was TRY. Occasionally, as in NEVER before, the man would accept the invitation, and this was one of those few times. "Don't mind if I do" the man screamed back at me, "the beach seems private enough".
"Well, company is always welcome" I replied making sure that the word company was the key word.
It was at that point I realized why I couldn't clearly make out the man, I had taken my contacts out at home, and I was basically as blind as a bat. But that didn't really matter I could tell that the incoming man was about as hot as they come, but would probably still be a disappointment when compared to my dream man, Brian Littrel. After pulling off his clothes the man jumped into the ocean, and I looked down, only to notice I was still hard. I turned my back on the beach, and cutie to see if my dick would loose some of its stamina. Oh the joy I would receive if I was only impotent I thought to myself, almost laughing out loud at the thought. It was at that time when the mystery man decided to make his appearance.
"Don't turn around" the voice instructed as his smooth strong hands grabbed my shoulders. I felt some calluses on his fingers, and thought great another musician. Well I decided that anything was worth some action, something that I was desperately lacking. "What in the HELL were you doing when I walked up?" the man asked.
"You're a big boy, figure it out" I replied smirking at my response.
"Why in the world were you so anxious for me to join you" he shot back
"Because your not that bed looking" I responded.
'In that case . . ." his voice trailed off as I felt his strong hands begin to squeeze my shoulders. I felt his mouth on my neck and groaned softly as his massage continued. He then hefted me up, as if I weighed nothing. "Keep your eyes shut" he told me as he laid me on my back in the water. I floated, feeling his tongue on the front of my neck. It slowly moved down, bathing my salt- water covered body with its silky smooth warmth. His mouth stopped on my left nipple sucking as I placed my hands in his baby soft hair, content to let them rest as his mouth moved farther down. He playfully licked my six pack, running his tongue along my scar left from an appendectomy I had several years ago. After finishing that he lifted his head up to tell me that he had a scar on his chest as well, and I should discover it once he was done. I felt his head submerge itself, and move under my leg, to come up in-between my legs. His warm mouth engulfed my cock, as his hair dripped cold water on my stomach. His mouth moved all the way along the length of my shaft and I felt him lick the underside of my cock. After a few minutes of this sensual cock massage, I couldn't take it anymore, and I let my load fly right into his mouth. I felt my cum hit the back of his throat as he struggled to swallow all of my juices. With my eyes still closed I tried to imagine that it was Brian Littrell between my legs, and the fantasy of being taken in the ocean was only heightened.
"If you want that favor returned, lead me up to the beach house right in front of us" I informed the strange man. "The sliding glass door should be open, just push it aside, and walk right in."
We both stood up, and the man took my hands and led me into the house, step by step. I heard the sliding door open and we walked inside. As I entered I heard Everybody (Backstreets Back) playing in the background. I heard the stranger make an odd noise as he recognized the song, but he managed to keep it under control. It was pitch dark in the house so I took the mans hand, and led him up the stairs two flights of stairs to my third story bedroom, as we rounded the landing I could see the display of my CD player as it switched to the next track programmed to play, All I Have to Give. As I flipped on the light I heard a gasp as all of my posters of Brian Littrell were revealed, and the man behind me exclaimed in shock "There are two observations I have right about now, One; you really don't know who I am, and Two; You must really, really LOVE me." As I turned around, I was already slightly prepared for what I'd see, but I could have never really understood that the stranger who had just blown me was BRIAN LITTRELL of the Backstreet Boys. Good God, did I ever feel like an idiot.
"Well, Mr. Littrell, it was nice to meet you. Now seeing as I have completely embarrassed myself several times, I suppose you will want me to leave. Unless of course you would like a lesson on how to degrade yourself in front of your hero/idol. I'm really great at that."
"Actually, I don't think you're neatly as bad as you think you are. Give yourself a chance, and I am sure it will all work out." He said convincingly, I think he should be an actor. "As a matter of fact I would really like to get to know you better, anyone who thinks this much of me, and still can't recognize my voice, is someone I would like to get to know just a little better. So why don't you tell me about yourself"
"Dear Lord, were do I manage to find all these cute boys who want to know my life story. Well I guess I will just start. I was born several years ago, 24 as a matter of fact. I was also blessed to be one half of a pair of identical twins. My parents had a load of money, and I was never badly off. 4 years ago my parents and twin were driving home from a camp my bother went to, swerved to miss some Deer on the way home, went of the road, and into a river were they drowned. That was the most horrible day of my life. Now I am in school, to become a PR representative, and I live by myself. I am currently single, as my last boyfriend and I broke up 6 months ago, so we could be 'friends', and I was swimming in the ocean naked so I wouldn't have to walk the 50 feet to my house and get swimming trunks. Now that you have had the down low on me, how about giving me the down low on you?"
"Well, you probably know more than enough about my life. The reason I saw you was I have a friend who lives in this neighborhood, he said that the beach was usually empty at this time so I could go outside for some peace and quiet. Instead, I find the cutest naked man in the city floating in the ocean. Any questions?"
"Just one. Why are you still willing to talk to me, and haven't run screaming in terror from my house after seeing the shrine I call my room?"
"I will answer that question as best I can, I have no idea. Even now, I am just enjoying talking to you. I feel attracted to you but I still don't know your name."
"Adam, Adam Jacobs. That's my name I mean. Nice to meet you."
"It's nice to meet you to. I believe the rest of your body already knows me.'
"That reminds me, you gave me a loan, and now it's my turn to pay you back. But now that I know who you are, the payment may very well exceed the price."
"Wait, Adam, I hate to do this, but before we do anything, I have to talk to you about something. Well, as you know, part of the Boys image depends on our looks, and how well we attract young women. If we do anything it needs to be completely quiet. No one can find out about it. NO ONE." "Bri, that is completely reasonable, and I understand why you would be worried. But after the ocean,
it seems a little too late. But I agree, NO ONE will know. On my honor." "The ocean was safe, no one was around. Your house all most certainly has a security system. I just needed your guarantee. I should need more, but I trust you Adam." "Thanks." That's all I said as I lowered myself down to his waist and began to lick his inner thigh. Brian just stood there, engrossed in the throes of passion. I carefully pushed him onto my bed, and moved up, flicking my tongue on his throbbing head as I passed it by. I went directly to his scar from his open-heart surgery, and began to suck it. As I moved my head to his nipples Brian pleaded with me to move down to his cock, but I refused, determined to leave him with at least one hickey on his chest, preferable several. I licked his entire chest, smelling him, taking in each moment that I was on him. Brian just lay on the bed, begging me to move to his cock. Asking me to help him,
give him release. Finally, I couldn't take his begging anymore. I could never deny him what he wanted, and I knew if he asked me to do anything I would. I brought my mouth down between his legs. I licked the underside of his cock first, moving my tongue along the bottom of his dick. I then swallowed the entire thing, until my nose was happily buried in his pubic hair. I kept my mouth still for several seconds, trying to make sure I would always remember the feeling and smell of having Brian's manhood in my mouth. Once I had cemented the experience in my mind, I began to bob my head up and down like a mad man. I flicked my tongue against his cock, and sucked him as if my life depended on it. After attacking his cock for somewhere around five minutes Brian began to buck his hips, forcing his cock deeper and deeper. Then he began to spew his juices into my throat. I worked hard, and managed to swallow all of the prodigious amount of cum Brian produced.
Brian then grabbed me and pulled me up so we were both looking each other in the eyes. As I stared into Brian's intense Blue eyes I felt safe. Safe for the first time since my twin had died. I knew that this was the way it was supposed to end. This was were I truly belonged. I pulled Brian towards me, and I gave him a kiss, the first kiss I had since my boyfriend left me. I could feel the sparks between us, and I knew Brian could as well. As we lay in each other's arms, I softly asked Brian "What's going to happen tomorrow?"
He looked deeply into my eyes and said "I really don't know, but lets figure that out tomorrow morning, you'll still be here right?"
"I sure hope so, this is my house after all" and with that Brain and I feel asleep in each other's arms.
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