The Start

From the Author:

First; I would like to thank Eddie for his comments and all the readers for rating. The Start is top rated according to readers’ votes; I can’t thank you enough for validating my work. Thank you.

I try not to be superficial and throw in a ton of useless shit but we are coming to the climax of The Start. Chapter sixteen will be the end and it will be up to you if this branches off into something more.

Dean’s POV:

David met me at the bottom of the grand staircase, “Just a sec, Dean,” his hand pointing to the top of the stairs as he stepped back.

You know how when you make up your mind to do something? Fuck me clear into next Thursday. Niki was at the top of the stairs and my mouth just dropped. I was so pissed at myself for waiting this long. She was beauty in motion as she glided down the stairs and stood in front of me. Her gloved finger lifted my dropped chin then caught the tear sliding down my cheek.

“Dean?”

My mind was made up. I gently placed my hand on her left cheek and tenderly brought her lips to mine for really the first time with no resistance from Niki.

I pulled back enough to see her eyes and told her the truth. “You are the most beautiful thing I have ever seen.” And I claimed her lips again validating what I’d just said.

This was like the first time I have had the experience of pomp and shit with the rich British. And I sure as hell never expected to meet a prince. As Granny introduced us bowing he said, “His Royal Highness, Prince Harry, Duke of Sussex.”

“Sir Elton.” He said with a nod.

“Your Highness, May I present Mr. Dean Cooper from the United States. He bares The Breast Star of Nights.”

“Your, Highness; I’m honored,” I said bowing. Is this like the total shit, or what?

“The honor is mine, Mr. Cooper. You do know that when in the presence of Royalty you should wear the Honor bestowed on you by Our Queen. Or don’t you care?” He said with a smile. “Call me, Harry.”

I know how big I have to smile for my dimples to show; he saw them. “Had I known I would have brought it; I do have some kidney stones in my bag. Call me Dean. May I present, Miss. Nikita.” And he kissed her hand.

I hated when my brain would flood with shit. The overwhelming waves of stuff that would crash down whenever. It fuckin sucks.

“Can we talk later, Dean; in private?” And I nodded.

Elton and I did ‘A Different Corner’ from the Ghost album that wouldn’t be out till summer. Their friendship was so strong. The lyrics George wrote himself and they told a story of love but the story of so many other things. I couldn’t believe what was happening. I’m just a kid from North Dakota and I was cutting loose in front of award-winning stars again.

There was a break and people mingled. Harry motioned with his head and I followed. He looked back at the two men who looked out of place and they stepped off to the side. “Smoke?” He asked.

“I’m sure I would puke on your shoes, Your, Harry. I don’t smoke cigarettes.”

“I don’t smoke either. Don’t tell anybody,” as he pulled a pack and lighter from his inside pocket. “I so… wish you were, British.”

“I’m sure if you went back far enough your; Harry.”

“You would be such an inspiration to our young people. I’m sorry about what happened,” he finished taking a huge drag of the cigarette and blowing the smoke in the air.

I was more nervous about Niki than I was talking to a guy that was in line for the throne of England. “I can see you are Destin for greatness, Dean. This world has too few people like you. I wish I could give you some advice.” And he took another deep drag.

“In a way you’re lucky. And in a way you’re not.” And he stopped.

“Luck I’m not Royal; Your Highness?”

“If I didn’t have to walk in my shoes I wouldn’t take two steps in them. Dean? Do you have, mates?”

I looked at him. I always thought he went from ugly duckling to prince and he stood before me, smoking. “Yes. I have friends.” And I thought about his blue eyes and ginger hair. The prince might be my type.

“Do you have mates, Dean?” He asked again with another drag.

“Our term is, buddies. Yes, I had mates.”

“Had?” And he elbowed me.

I whispered in Elton’s ear when I came back in. I’d made up my mind. And he sat and started to play. I had never done this before. “The first time ever I saw your face,” and I looked at Niki. This song would be on my next album. When a song tells your story and you can share it. “I thought the sun rose in your eyes and the moon and the stars were the gifts you gave to the dark and endless skies, to the dark and empty skies.”That really was my first impression of her and Dean was going over the top.

I had to stand. I never could sing sitting down. Don’t know how Granny does it?

As I stood and with my hands on Elton John’s shoulders I sang to Niki. This was not what I thought I would do this morning. I didn’t know. “The first time ever I kissed your mouth.”That was just a few hours ago and I smiled. “I felt the earth move in my hands like the trembling heart of a captive bird.”That couldn’t even describe what I felt. “That was there at my command. That was there at my command, my love.”

I moved around the room. There were no mics and it was just my voice and Granny’s keyboard. The acoustics in this place were amazing. I could hear the whispers of those around us quietly singing behind me. It seemed a signal when I stepped between Eric and Rod, they joined me. How fucking cool is this?

David had stepped next to Niki and I marched on. “And the first time ever I lay with you.” I had slowed it down like George and I was showing off as I fought a smile and tears at the same time remembering the first time I lay with my Niki at Barry’s.

I watched them, David put his hand around her waist and she bonked her head off his and smiled at me. He was talking to her and she was nodding and smiling more.

“And felt your heart so close to mine, mine. And I knew our joy would fill the earth and would last till the end of time. It would last till the end of time my love. The first time ever I saw your face.” David had walked away and I made my way to her as I finished with my head next to hers and tears in my voice. I kissed her on the neck. I was making my move hoping and wondering what my move was or if I even had one.

Niki told me we wouldn’t share a bed tonight and I wasn’t sure if I was happy or sad. Gaga, was staying to have breakfast with the kids in the morning and everyone else had left. We stood in the hall between our rooms and she held her hands out. “Will you take these off?” She asked and I pulled the fingers of her gloves.

Niki’s arm lazily rested around my neck. She used the other hand to map my face with her finger; those green fuckin eyes of hers as she watched me then pushed some hair back. She traced around my eyes and lips. She ran a finger around my left ear.

I thought her moves were better than mine. God, this girl can talk with her eyes. I was ready to tell her and fingers came to my lips and she shook her head no as if knowing. The kiss from downstairs was repeated and without any further words, we turned to our rooms.

I was in this huge bed on the softest sheets I had ever felt thinking about rubbing one out. I heard the door open. “Cooper? Are you awake?” And I smiled looking at her shadow remembering the last time she did this.

“Dean? Dean, are you awake?”

“Yes Niki.”

“I just wanted you to Know. I wanted to tell you I.” And I stopped her.

“Don’t spoil it, Uptown. I know. It’s ok.”

“Sweet dreams, Farmboy.” And the door closed.

Jeff’s POV:

So… I’m in my Uncles Vet office, Donny’s’ in the back, and one of the big guys has his gun out; fade to dark. I woke up with a cotton swab up my nose and burning in my eyes.

“Jeff; I need your help.”

Just so you know we didn’t farm. I don’t help with difficult cow births and I don’t even like watching Animal Planet.

All of the sudden pain and a smack came to my cheek and Dear Uncle glared at me again.

I was helped to my feet and looked down on Donny; he appeared dead. I traced his still red lips and my hand dropped to his chest and I felt him breathe and his heartbeat. Whatever they’d pumped in him stopped the bleeding until my Uncle pulled out the scissors.

“Jeff? Could he maybe put the gun away?” My now white Uncle Steve asked. And acting like I was in charge I made a motion with my head and he lowered the gun.

It looked way worse than it was; yes, Donny had stabbed himself in the stomach but he missed all vital organs and just produced a lot of blood. “I could go to prison for this, Jeff. Why didn’t you take him to the hospital?” He asked.

“This is Donny Fossness. I didn’t know if anyone would have treated him.” It sounded so bad coming out of my mouth. A few stitches and when Donny came out of antistatic he actually walked out of the place.

We drove back to Minot and got on a small private jet. I had no idea where we were headed and honestly didn’t care. We landed in Florida.

Niki’s POV:

We checked in to the London Hilton and ate an early dinner. I knew he wouldn’t be happy about the fifteen-hour flight or my suggestion that he take a couple of pills. I was right. He wanted to be back in Texas for Willie’s 85th birthday and this was the only way.

There seemed to be a tension between us that had never been there before. He still held my hand and everything but I think we were both scared about what was going to happen. We had our routines and if one of us closed the bathroom door that meant the other wasn’t invited.

When we got back to the room Dean looked at me and said, “I’m taking a shower, Uptown.” And he took off his clothes and left the door open.

Dean was naked and admiring himself when I walked in catching him. Dean had the sweetest boys butt; a fine one at that. It was perky and compact compared to the rest of him and I quite liked it in his tight jeans. He saw me in the mirror and gave me a funny look as I pulled the door almost closed leaving him to shower alone.

I had changed into my boxer-briefs and an oversized button-up shirt when he came out in a pair of briefs. He liked sheer or nylon underwear and the colors were always wild. He asked for his phone and hooked it to the TV. As the music started he curled his finger beckoning me to him. I had to smile as he starting swaying.

I walked up and he turned me so I was backed into his front and he started to move with his arms around me. “You’re looking kind of lonely girl, would you like someone new to talk too?”And he brushed his lips across my neck.

“I’m feeling kind of lonely too and if you don’t mind, can I stand right here behind you? Oh yeah. Alright.” And his hands ran slowly down over my hips and he came back up the front of my legs pausing between my legs then up and around my waist. His tongue did an exploratory of my ear and he lightly sucked my neck.

“If I seem to come off too strong I hope that you will understand; I say these things cause I’d like to know if you’re as lonely as I am and would you’d mind spending the night together?” He turned me and assaulted my lips with his and my ass with his hands. Then he spun me around again and pulled my but to his front.

“We could bring in the morning girl if you’re ready to go that far and if tomorrow finds us together right here the way we are; would you mind sharing the night together?”His hands had found the bare skin of my stomach and a finger was making slow circles around my bellybutton churning out my first quiver-cum.

“Would you like to dance with me and hold me? You know I wanna be holding you, oh yeah, alright.His hands were tucked into my crotch and he pulled my middle into his to show me what I had to look forward to.

I leaned my head back and pulled his forward asking, “Really, Farmboy? Dr. Hook?” And I kissed his cheek.

“Cause I like feeling like I do and I see in your eyes I’m liking it and your liking it too, oh yeah, alright.

I knew what Dean was doing even though he didn’t have to; this would be the boy trying to convince me to go home with him. What I don’t think he realized was, home was where ever I was with him. Maybe he did know.

When I met Asher it was at a Starbucks and he sat down in front of me and did an origami swan and handed it over saying that’s what I was. At the time I thought it was the best line ever. And it worked.

I wish I’d have had this experience with Dean first. I wish this was the bar that Asher could have never reached. Dean knew his way around a body and how to make one react. I tried not to think of myself as the other fruit as I let him explore me.

When we came up for air I latched on to his right nipple and his left hand went to the back of my head showing me I was on the right track. I tried working my way down and he pulled me up shaking his head, no. He looked down at me and kind of smiled.

“You’re going to tare little old Dean up, aren’t you?” And I nodded with a smile to his. “Hit me with your best shot, Uptown.”

Marvin Gaye’s ‘Let’s Get It on’ started playing. This was one Dean did on the ghost album. My arms went around his neck and as I pulled myself up his hands went to my ass. He held me in place while my legs wrapped around his waist and I sucked his tongue right out of his mouth. I could feel his thick shaft against my bottom where I wanted it and I worked my ass on him.

I pulled back locking my fingers around his neck so I could lean and look at him. “Dean?” I saw a tear.

“I am so… fuckin sorry, Niki. You scare me to death.”

“Why Dean?”

“Do you remember the day we met? I wanted you then and you shut me down, big time. You’ve seen me at my best, and not so best. You’ve seen my bare ass. Whatever happens between us I think we’ll be friends until we die?”

“I’ve been really trying baby; trying to hold back this feeling for so… long.” That was the last I heard.

He was still holding me by my ass and my fingers were still locked around his neck. “What is all this shit, Dean? What are you trying to say?”

“Farmboy, forgot the condoms, ok?” I was just blank because I thought of ten thousand other things and he said that.

“I’m sure I have one in my bag,” I told him kissing his nose.

“Just one?” He was so serious. “I was thinking, three minimum. And why are you carrying condoms?” And he squeezed my ass.

“Sometimes boys don’t think ahead and a smart girl does. I think we can still hit your goal and get by with one, Stud.”

I don’t know what it is about Dean. He is the full package and he would be the star of my ND Boys show. He shaves in the morning; not so much because he has to but he doesn’t like straggly hairs. The way he wears his hair now and the clothes make him look older than almost eighteen.

He walked me to the bed and took ten minutes biting the buttons off my shirt then spent another thirty exploring my chest and everything between my pubes to my throat.

My little boxers were soaked. And Dean just kept exploring. He wiggled away from me every time I tried pulling his middle half closer to my mouth and it was pissing me off. I knew I couldn’t overpower him so I used surprise and flipped him so I was on top. He could have stopped me but didn’t.

It was my turn now and I did as he had and bathed him from his ears to the band of his little trunks. I found he was as wet as I was. And Dean was ticklish. I sat up between his legs and pulled the band down hooking it below his oversized balls and shaft. I rubbed my hands over it and his came down on mine.

I had seen him soft and kind of plumped up but only once hard. He was hard as stone now and had a curve to his shaft. His pubes were trimmed and those big balls were slicked clean. I pulled his spear up and let a long line of spit drop down and I stroked him a few times.

“Niki?” And his head fell back.

“Not until I tell you. Do you understand, Farmboy?” He nodded biting his lip and squeezed his eyes shut.

I had no idea who I thought I was. I wanted to cum so… fucking bad and I was telling him he couldn’t. I reached up and twisted his nipples. That got a reaction and then it came back to me. With my index finger and thumb, I circled his balls and squeezed.

Dean just about came off the bed and his hands came down on mine and he said my name again. I moved further and licked from my fingers to the little slit that was oozing copious amounts of fluid. This time he said my name with urgency.

I went down on him. All the way down. “NNNiiikkkiii.”

I must say that Dean has remarkable staying power. I felt him slowly swell more in my mouth. One hand gently guided my movements and his other was still on mine that was wrapped around his balls. I really couldn’t distinguish his moans from mine and I felt him start to stiffen. That’s a sign. His body started to vibrate and his hand squeezed mine harder.

I was thinking to myself that this was the end to an epic blowjob and his hand squeezed mine harder. My experience with guy’s balls is that they are tender. Dean was squeezing my hand and then his other pulled my head to his groin and I chocked.

With no verbal permission from me, Dean came. Boy did he. “I am so… fucking sorry, Niki. I didn’t.” And I came down on him with my lips and his cum in my mouth.

After we dueled for his prize in my mouth he asked, “I didn’t hurt you?”

“I’m just getting warmed up, Farmboy.” And I pulled off his trunks and mine. I spun around and swallowed his still hard and dripping shaft and his tongue ran from my belly button halfway up my back and then down again.

“Oh Dean,” came from me as I sat up and his tongue broke through the ring of my ass.

A stray hand came up pushing me down and I was balls deep on his thick shaft again. I pulled them as Dean coated me with spit and dropped a digit in. I think it was his thumb. OK, picture a county fair; Corn on the cob eating competition. That’s where my lower half was.

I don’t know how he managed but I had multiple fingers in each hole and I was going to come again. “Farm…”

He rolled us and he was on top now. His mouth was still between my legs and most of one hand was in my ass. He thrust his shaft into my throat and my hands went to his boy-butt pulling him down tickling his hole. Dean came again and so did I with his hand in my ass and two of my fingers in his.

He rolled off and laughed. “I’m ready for that condom now, Nikita.”

“About-fuckin-time, Cooper 246.” And I got up and walked to my bag as we both laughed.

I’d found it and when I turned back to him everything was different. He had that, ‘I’ve just cum for the second time’ look. What was I doing?

“Niki.” He started. “You have pulled from me twice and I don’t think I’ve even started your engine.”

I tore the top off the wrapper with my teeth as I walked towards him. I pushed it down and climbed on. “And you prove yet again you are dumber than fuck, Farmboy.” And my un-stretched hole made way for Dean.

Now, just so you know, I’m not a virgin. I have slept with a few guys, some even bigger than Dean. His enthusiasm though was off the charts. When I bottomed out on his iron stick he rolled us over. He pulled out and looked at his dripping tool and my open hole.

He pushed back in and with his arms locked, he looking down on me. I didn’t want to look at him hard because if I did I might see what he didn’t want. I didn’t mind the fear and wonder. I didn’t mind the lust and intrigue.

What I didn’t want was the pain he couldn’t hide. I didn’t want to see the despair and confusion. Didn’t want to see the guilt he felt enjoying himself with me when so many died. I wanted his eyes to roll back because we were doing something that was so… long overdue. I can’t over think this.

His hands were everywhere. I wasn’t sure who was in charge and honestly didn’t care. I was on top again and his hands wouldn’t let me move the way I wanted to bring off number three. Dean’s hands on my ass controlled everything.

Hello? An hour must have passed. I’m on my back now and my legs are on Dean’s shoulders. I think he’s pounding on my cervix. Oh, the way he’s moving and he is grinding his nipple into my mouth.

“Enough already, Cooper.” And that was all it took.

My knees were now next to my ears and Dean was on top of me making all North Dakota farm boys proud. I let loose with Niagara Falls and Dean laughed coming down on me.

We lay face to face kissing. He licked around my neck and ear finally pulling from me removing my one condom. I was smiling as he knotted it and we both watched it leak. Big Leak. Huston, we have a problem.

We returned to America and landed in Texas for Willy’s Birthday and then back to LA. Dean was coming up with ideas faster than I could make them happen and it frustrated him. I knew he was still trying to distract himself. We had been back for two weeks but were still traveling. He wanted another Ghost album and had picked the title, ‘Resurrection.’

Dean was a free agent not bound by Sony for anything after the Ghost album and he wanted to do shit. He had picked fifty songs. He wanted to do a seventies and eighties remix. His most recent request was big.

(Grandpa, Tell me ‘bout the good old days.) This would be epic and Dean would settle for nothing less. First, The Judd’s. He wanted Willy. Barry had to be part of it and Elton. He wanted Allison Krauss and Keith Urban.

For the fifth time in as many days, he asked, “So, Niki?”

“Jesus Christ, Dean. Do you really think trying to pull off all your wet dreams let alone putting together something like this is simple? We’re looking at the end of June.” I told him for the first time. A month away.

I could tell by his look but he censured himself. “Really?” His dimples as he walked towards me. I had missed that smile.

“Yes, Dean. It might not be a studio thing. How would you feel about Dollywood?” And his face lit up even brighter.

“Have I told you lately that,” and he straddled me resting his butt on my knees and his arms on my shoulders.

“Don’t spoil things, Farmboy,” I said reaching for those solid mounds. “Now let me get back to work.”

“You Rock?” And he gave me his dimpled smile again and I wet myself a little as he kissed me on each cheek. I hope that stops sometime soon. I’m going to have to start wearing something.

Dean made no attempt to have sex with me again. I didn’t push even though that was the only thing on my mind. We still showered together and we slept in the same bed. He held my hand and opened doors and pulled chairs out for me. He was class in an almost eighteen-year-old body.

The thing was People were rescheduling shit; not only to be part of it but to make this happen for Dean’s Birthday; The twentieth of June at Dollywood. Star-studded, themed like ‘We are the World.’ Dean didn’t realize he was rejuvenating careers and bringing back great music for new generations. Maybe he did know?

From Your Author:

This was a longer chapter and I hope the coupling of Niki and Dean didn’t offend anybody. I had people email me saying, ‘Just let them fuck so Dean can go back to Rick.’

This chapter is the build up. These fifteen chapters, fifty thousand words, have been written to bring us to the final chapter. As the Author, I understand I can’t make everybody happy. I won’t even try.

I read stories on two sites and I have paid homage to others for their work. I have also acknowledged our host on this site. I go beyond that and bring you into today; and the shit of it all. I take pride in that. I want you to think about what others go through every day; bullying, buddies, gay sex, along with youth.

Think about money and fame. With that comes more power and control that few can imagine. Dean used all of that to promote a charity. That is some strong shit when you see how JB went down the toilet. We love to build and we love to bring it down. RJC.