You ever notice that when somebody points something out to you, that 
would never have crossed your mind otherwise, it gets trapped in your 
thoughts. That's what happened to me. Except usually in these cases 
people get annoyed quickly with their subject. I never did. Infact it 
had to have been the best thing that ever happened to me.


We had the night off and decided to make the best of it. Just the five 
of us. We all gathered in Justin's room. Chris suggested we play some 
drinking games and the rest of us whole heartedly agreed.


By the time we were on our second game everyone but me was completely 
smashed. I was taking it easy because I knew that I would get drunk the 
fastest and have the worst hangover the next day. Which wasn't exactly 
my idea of fun.


It was then that Joey started talking about body parts. Specifically 
ones that belonged to the members of this group. It was funny until he 
mentioned Lance. He was saying how nice Lance's ass was. Then Lance got 
up and started dancing around to show off his prize cheeks. It was then 
I notcied the true beauty of the Bass booty. From then on I was hooked.


I think it turned into an obsession of mine. I'd notice the way his 
jeans pulled against his butt when he reached for things, bent over, or 
walked. I also noticed the way it looked when he sat in chairs 
backwards or partially backless chairs. Suddenly I started to notice 
other fantastic things about him. Like the way his thighs looked when 
he was sitting. It was so perfect and beautiful.


Of course other things caught my attention, too. Like his fabulous 
arms, and his not really defined stomach and chest muscles. I ached for 
the moments in the quick change rooms, or when we went swimming, or 
even those times when we would be air conditionless and freakin' hot 
and Lance would take off his shirt.


Soon my mind found other things to obsess about. Like his extremely 
sexy hands. Thos hands that looked so capable. I could feel what they 
would be like across my skin. Strong, but baby soft. Tender, but with 
an arousing roughness. Oh, I dreamed about situations in which that man 
was mine. In most of them he was in total control and I was very 
submissive. Truth be known, I would never let anyone besides him have 
that much control over my body.


It seemed that everytime I was around him all I could think about was 
wild, animalistic sex. My body craved his. It was more intense then 
anything I had ever felt before. but I also knew it could never happen. 
I doubted I could ever share these feelings with Lance and if I did it 
would change everything. It most likely wouldn't be for the better 
either. So, I kept my feelings bottled up and hoped that the rare 
moments I was able to catch a glimpse of Lance's beloved body wouldn't 
be over analyzed by my other groupmates. No such luck of course.


Joey was the first to call me on it.


"Hey", he said. "Nobody knows more about sexual desires then me. So, if 
you're lusting after Lance you better fuckin' do something about it".


It wasn't incredibly good advice. In fact it was probably the worst 
advice I had ever gotten. But Joey meant well.


The next person to call me on it was Chris.


"Hey...ah...JC, we gotta talk about Lance. Look, dude, I know there's 
something wierd going on in that little head of yours. You're all 
worked up over the kid. But he's not just some POA. He's one of your 
best friends and groupmates, and if you enact one of your fantasies out 
on him it could ruin the group. So...be...careful".


Chris' advice sucked too. It was the whole what's good for the band is 
good for you too speech. I really hated it when Chris pretended to be 
the PR guy. We had enough people doing that already.


I didn't know what to expect when Justin approached me about it.


He said, "Josh, Lance is a very sexy man. If I were gay I'd do anything 
to fuck his brains out. So, I say go for it. Fuck all the precautions. 
Just...go for it".


I really liked Justin's advice. It was almost the same message as 
Joey's except much more clear. From that day on I took Justin's advice 
as a bit more important then the others. No offense to them, of course.


So, I had some good advice, and I knew I had the balls to pull this 
off, but I wasn't sure how to go to Lance about it. I was going to make 
an indecent proposal. Then it hit me.


"I'll pay you one million dollars for a night with you". Lance laughed. 
Hell, I wouldn't have taken me seriously at first either. After he 
noticed the stoic look on my face he stopped laughing. He finally 
realized I meant business.


"You want to pay me a million dollars? To sleep with me?". Lance 
searched my face for truthfulness. He looked very confused.


"You want to sleep with me?".


"Yep".


"For a million dollars?".


"Uh huh".


"You wanna fuck my brains out and then pay me?". So, it wasn't sinking 
in at first, obviously. I stepped closer to Lance.


"I wouldn't be asking if I thought I stood a chance otherwise".


"With me?".


"Yep".


"I'm confused".


"I gathered as much. Look, it's really a simple concept. We have sex, 
you get money".


"But why?".


"I already said I don't got a-".


"No...I mean why with me?".


"You really wanna know this?".


"Yes, I do".


"Alright. I fantasize about you, Lance. Everytime I see you I think of 
what I want you to do to me and what I want to do to you. When I'm with 
another person I imagine they're you until I realize that you would be 
so much better". Lance was rendered speechless. "I'm sorry if you find 
this crude or whatever. This is just one of those things I need to do 
to stay sane. And if it takes money, so be it. If it takes all the 
money in the world, I'd get it".


"Stop. You had me at hello".


"I never said hello".


"I know. I just wanted to keep in the stupid movie theme. (*References 
were made to the movies Indecent Proposal and Jerry Maguire*) So, you 
really want this, huh?".


"Yes, I do".


"I couldn't ever charge you money for something so intimate, JC. 
But...I...um...I don't want to disappoint you. I mean you put a lot of 
faith in me. What if I'm the worst lay you've ever had?".


"Lance, if you're better then a cactus I'll be eternally satisfied". I 
walked till I stood in front of him. "No regrets, okay?".


"Yeah, no regrets".


The fact that I had my way with him (which technically means he had his 
way with me) means the story ended happily.


And they lived happily ever after.

THE END