I sit here at home with a sore ass and a smile on my face. My friend Doug has the same great problem.

And I'll tell you why.

Two days ago, my radio station had a contest for tickets to the Backstreet Boys concert they were holding in Orlando. I happened to be the sixth caller who had the right answer. My luck never seems to work that way, but that night it did.

"Congratulations, Matt! You've won two front row tickets to the Backstreet Boys concert! Stay on the line and we'll get your information and you can come pick them up." said the DJ. I was happy to do so.

Wait. Two tickets? Who was I gonna take?

The only name that popped into my head was Doug. One of my best friends, and one of the only people who was supportive when I came out. He was gay also...and cute as a button to boot. I knew he'd like to go with me, so I gave him a ring, and he accompanied me to get the tickets.

We walked out of the radio station that night two happy men. We began to jump in the air and whoop and holler. Doug ruffled my hair. "You are something kid, you know that?" he said. "I was just lucky." I replied.

The next night, we made our way to the venue. I picked Doug up, and we both were smartly and sharply dressed. Entering the venue, we gave the ticket dude our tickets and took our seats in the front row.

We were soon joined by a bunch of screaming thirteen year olds and their mothers. I glanced at Doug and he shrugged. A large woman and her kids sat down behind us. My nose curled at the stench emanating from her. Obviously she hadn't taken a shower in a week. I heard her say "Look kids. Two fags have got those seats we wanted. Fucking assholes."

Doug's lip curled as he stood up and..."accidentally"...dumped his very large cup of Coke into the woman's lap. "I am so sorry, madam. Looks like you'll have to go get that cleaned up." She grumbled as she walked herself and her three kids out of the the arena.

Now it was my turn to ruffle his hair. "You're very grr, baby." I said, smiling.

The concert began soon after. The lights dimmed, and the show began. Lasting two hours and twenty minutes, it was one of the best I had ever seen. Me and Doug grooved, bumped, and grinded. He kept staring at Nick. I kept staring at Brian. They seemed to stare at us, but I dismissed it. So did Doug.

The concert was too short. We began to head out of the arena, when a large, muscular black man blocked our way.

"Um...excuse me?" I said timidly.

He smiled at me. "Mister Carter and Mister Littrell would like to see you two backstage. If you'll follow me.." he said, walking backstage.

I glanced at Doug, who shrugged. "Think this is a bad thing?" I said.

"Who knows?" Doug said, "We're about to find out, though."