Disclaimer
If you can't tell the difference between reality and fiction, you shouldn't be allowed out of the instution, yet alone be given access to the internet. Oh, Justin Timberlake isn't gay, at least, I'm pretty sure he's dating Britney Spears, but, ya know, I could always be wrong, I can hope that is. If you are under 18 don't keep reading this, if you don't like gay stories, then, don't read this. If you continue past this point, but you don't agree with what was just said above, then you are reading at your risk, and you are a big dumb animal. You big dumb animal you...
Notes
Okay, this story is about...um, it's about gay love. Which does exist, and I'm going to try and write it, although I may have a problem doing that, but still, I'm going to try. I'm not exactly sure who Justin is going to be dating in this story, I'm not sure if I want it to be one of his bandmates, a stranger, or another person in the music industry, or maybe a celebrity. I'm not sure yet. You'll find out eventually, but probably not in the first chapter.
Oh and when I started to write this story, it wasn't intended to be like it is, you'll see what I mean. I was intending for me to write something romantic more then that this, but I got this idea and it came to me extremely quick and I am writing it with ease, so I thought I'd stick with it.
Chapter 1 of Variation Participation
"Fuck, right there, ohhhhh, fuck....so big...so good." Justin Timberlake was moaning like an animal, his body convulsing from the man that was fucking him like no other he had been fucked by. He wasa stranger, some guy Justin had met after a concert, he was hot, defined, and well hung, three things that Justin looked for with a quick fuck.
"You are so fucking tight baby....scream for me bitch...scream"
"Fuck yes, fuck me.....I'm so close." Justin did as he was told, screaming on order. He was a perfect fuck, did what he was told, and anything he was told. The guy kept pumping into him as hard as he could.
"I'm gonna cum in you bitch"As he said, Justin could feel his own cock erupt from the fucking, and soon he was cumming all over himself and the floor. The floor of a motel wasn't the best place for being fucked, but when you were famous and gay, you let yourself get fucked wherever you could, and a floor was as good as any other place. "OHHH" The scream was the finale, and the guy pulled out with no words. Staring down at Justin's panting body, he smirked.
"Thanks" Justin smiled up the guy, taking in the guy's looks.
"I knew you would be a good fuck as soon as I saw you on that stage. If you ever came back into town, warm up that pretty little ass of yours." The guy turned and walked out the door, leaving Justin still naked and panting on the floor. Justin rolled over, and pulled himself to a standing position. He slipped on his boxers, and pants, not bothering to even grab his shirt. The room was paid for, and all he had to do was slip a note on the door, and the maid would clean up and throw everything away he had left. He was used to the procedure, this was one of a hundred times it had been done.
The night air was dirty, it was always dirty after the sex. He always drove home shirtless, his blue eyes faded, his chest glistening with sweat, his curls, dank and wet with moisture, and his pants clinging to the sweat still on his legs. His car never went as fast, the time never went at normal pace, and the wind never picked up enough speed to cool off his body. All the small noises just seemed to exist, he didn't hear them, he couldn't see the cars that drove by him, the few that actually were on the streets that early in the morning.
He passed by coffee shops, hotels, every town had them, every town had cheap motels too. They were the only thing he could remember from every town, every city, every country he traveled to for the tours. Each one the same, but yet all together different. The carpet a different shade of puke each town, the windows always seemed dirtier then the first, the maid always foreign, different every time, but yet always the same. And the only thing that always remained, was the fat man behind the desk, his dirty smirk, knowing what you were about to do.
The only thing that was always different was the man. Sometimes long haired, sometimes short, black, white, hispanic, asian, blond, blue eyed, dark skinned, tan, pale, occasionally the little twink, every once in a while, he would chose to seek out twins or best friends, both willing to fuck him and watch, then switch off. Sometimes they would be kind enough to talk to him sweetly, call him honey, or baby, but most of the time, they were rough, quick and more eager to get off and leave then to make him feel special. Tonight's man was no different, he was blond haired, blue eyed, well defined, and fit into the surfer type, but he was quick, and just like the rest, left quickly.
Justin pulled into his driveway with a quick stop. The house was dark, except for one room, he knew it was Josh's, his older band mate was always up waiting for him. He stepped out of the car, clicking the alarm as he shut the door. The front door was open as always, they lived in a gated community with guards, the doors were never locked, the windows never closed during summer. Justin liked it like that, it meant he wasn't shut in, and he liked his freedom.
As a natural reaction, he slipped out of his pants and through them down the hall, he didn't bother to follow and see they met their mark, instead, he turned and walked up the stairway. His legs took him directly to the music room. It wasn't entirely JC's, but for the most part he was the one who occupied it the most, which is why Justin was surprised to find Joey sitting at the keyboard, in nothing but a pair of boxers and his super man necklace.
"Joe?" Joey turned around with a smile.
"I was in the mood tonight, so I told JC to take a hike." Joey said as he stood and walked over to Justin. Justin was already hard, he was hard every time he walked into his house, always one of his bandmates was ready for a fuck, they weren't as quick and meaningless as the strangers, but none were serious or passionate.
"I could go for a soft guy like you anyways." Justin replied, as he got to his knees his with expertise slid off Joey's boxers. Joey wanted to say something, but was silenced with Justin's tongue, swirling over the head of his penis. Joey was big on oral sex, and Justin was the best he knew, most likely, because he was the best well trained in the area.
"Ummmmm, Justin, stop I'm close, knock it off." Joey pushed Justin's head back lightly, and Justin slipped his mouth off Joey's cock with a smile. Justin stood up.
"You know I like it." Justin smiled, and licked Joey's nippes, Joey shuddered, he hated it that Justin knew everything that made each one of them wild, for Joey it was his nipples, JC it was his neck, Lance had his ears, and Chris was all about his belly button for some weird reason.
"I know what else you like." Joey winked, turned Justin around quickly. Justin bent down, legs spread, he knew how Joey liked it, and Joey liked it standing up. It wasn't comfortable, but by the end of it, Justin knew he'd be bent over some type of furniture in the room, and then he would be able to make himself comfortable a little bit. "You want me to get a condom?"
"No, I don't want to wait, just fuck me." Joey didn't wait, his dick was already at the entrance of Justin's ass, and he needed no more urging to push it in and began to fuck his bandmate.
"You are always so good Justin." Joey kissed Justin's neck, and began to push fast and hard. Justin's thoughts were right, as they soon ended up against the piano, Justin hunched over it, while Joey pounded into him, each pump as quick and hard as the one before it. Justin was banging into the piano with each thrust, and loving every second of it. "Ohhhh" Joey was a moaner, loud and obnoxious, Justin always wondered how it was that no one else in the house ever woke up when he and Joey got it on.
"I'm so close..." Justin was shocked to feel Joey's hand on his cock as soon as the words left his mouth jacking him off. Justin lurched forward, moaning and groaning as Joey ran his hand up and down the length of his cock. As he shot his load, he clenched his ass tightly and Joey could feel himself going into an orgasm.
"I'm cumming Justin." He quickly pulled out, and stuck his dick in front of Justin, Justin pulled it into his mouth with speed, and sucked him off, Joey exploded in his mouth, most of it going down Justin's throat, some of it dripping out the corners. Joey pushed Justin back now that is was over, and sat down on the piano bench. "That was great kid, it's been too long since we did this." Joey grabbed his boxers off the floor, and pulled them on. The man was big, but never seemed to break a sweat during sex."Toss me that towel." Justin looked around him for it, and grabbed it. He tossed it to Joey, and felt himself sink to the floor. "Anyways, I'm going to bed. Night Just"
Justin lay on the floor by himself, the room silent, no more noise not that his bandmate had gone to bed. His boxers were all the way by the door, he still hadn't taken off his shoes or socks, slipping them off, he threw them over towards his boxers, he felt like an idiot being in shoes and socks during sex, but he totally forget to take them off when he came into the house. Tossing them aside, he felt comfortable again, nudity didn't feel as nice though when he was alone.
Realizing if he didn't get off the floor he was going to fall asleep, he stood up and walked out of the room, still naked. Even if any one was awake he probably would have still done that, they had all seen him naked, and chances are, he would have gotten more action for the night if they had seen him naked. He wasn't sex craved, but he was never going to deny someone that pleasure, he knew he was messed up in the sense, but he was used to it, and knew it would be hard for him to change.
Looking around in the hall, he debated which room to go into, he could go into his own and get a good nights sleep. More like sleep from 4 in the morning til 6 at night, but still, good for him. But in his own mind, he knew he wanted to go to one of the guys room. But was unsure of what he was in the mood for. He noticed that Lance's door was open a crack, and walked over to it. Opening the door, he found that Lance's bed was empty, looking around he caught a note on the bed. Picking it up, he read it.
I saw what you were doing with Joey, and I got jealous. You know he had some before I did, if you found this note, I know you're interested, when haven't you been? Anyways, I'm outside in the pool, where that swim suit I like best...
Lance
Justin smiled, he knew the exact swimsuit Lance was talking about. He turned and walked out of the room, heading towards his own. Pulling open his dresser drawer, he pulled out his oldest pair of boxer briefs, they were white, tight, and see through as soon as they touched his body, Lance liked them the most when they were wet though, because everything was visible, and Lance liked everything Justin had. Occasionally Lance liked to be fucked, Justin had tried it once, but didn't do very good, and that had never happened again. But Lance got a kick out of letting Justin do everything, and the boxer briefs got him eagerly aroused and ready.
Walking out of his room, he grabbed a towel from the hall closet, wrapping it around his neck, he slipped down the steps quietly, making sure not to wake anyone else. Lance hated to see the others with Justin, and hated to share, when Justin was with him, Justin was his. So he took special care as to please Lance when they were together, and he enjoyed it that Lance would talk about how he fucked his bitch, meaning it in a sort of love, not trash like all the others who called him a bitch or their bitch.
The backyard was quiet, the lights out, and he could hardly even tell that Lance was swimming as he looked through the glass door. He smiled, Lance was evidently wearing a speedo, a big turn on for Justin. Lance didn't look like it, but his body was defined, his chest probably toned the most out of the group except for Justin's. And his body could pull off a speedo, not many men can say that.
"Hey their...I didn't know if you would show." Lance smiled as he pulled himself out of the pool. "I thought maybe Joey wore you out." Lance walked over to Justin and smiled, running his finger down Justin's chest. "And you wore my favorite bathing suit, you know just how to make me happy." Justin snickered, looking down and noticing that Little Lance was just as happy as Lance was.
"I was thinking we could try something new today." Justin licked Lance's finger as it came to his mouth.
"You always think up good things, what did you have in mind?"
"I don't know, I just thought that since you like me to do the work, we could try something that neither of us would have to do much work of at all." Justin replied, running his hand down Lance's body, finding the top of his speedos, and hooking on, one finger slipped in, and he rubbed the head of Lance's cock smoothly and softly. "Maybe the diving board could do all the work for us." Justin suggested, hitting Lance's cock softly letting it bob up and down.
"Lance likes" Lance's deep soothing voice flowed out of his mouth and Justin shuddered, he wanted that deep voice screaming his name. Justin pulled Lance over to the diving board by his speedo, and within a second, he slipped them off. Lance's cock bobbed out quickly, already hard and waiting for a warm, tight opening.
"Lay down, and we'll get him a little bed for the night." Lance smiled and eased himself to the diving board. As he lay down flat, he could feel the board bouncing slowly already, and he knew Justin's idea was going to work with great end result. "Ready for this?" Justin asked, shaking his ass over Lance's cock, Lance moaned something untangible, and Justin knew it was the go ahead. He slipped his underwear off, and tossed them off to the side of the pool.
When it was with Lance, the pool was a common sex ground. He had done it in the pool once, the shallow end on the steps. It was rough, he recalled that by the end his legs were bleeding from the tough cement. After that they had the pool redone with a smoother bottom. His second time in the pool area was on a raft, they had purchased a large on that sunk in so you were out of view when sunbathing.
Heremembered that it was nice becausethey were secluded, and the raft droned outthe loud voices, after all the two of them had chosen to do it in the middle of the night, all while Jonny their manager was over discussing business with the others.
Now it was time for something new and exciting. The diving board idea turned him on, and Lance was just as equally thrilled. Justin sat down on Lance's dick wasting no time in beginning the pumping, within ten pumps, the diving board was doing all the work, and Justin relaxed with the motion.
"OHHHHHHHHH....MMMMMMMMMMM" Lance's voice was probably loud enough to wake up the neighborhood, but the fence surrounding the yard made sure they could hear the voices but not see who was making them. So he kept up the screaming as loud as possible, and Justin kept the moaning soft, their voices harmonizing in the rythym of fucking.
"WHO's MY BITCH" Lance screamd out at the top of his lungs, or more likely he didn't even realize it, his bass voice was dominating over all the noises outside surrounding them. Justin didn't even respond, just forced the diving board to work faster, and he could feel Lance pounding his prostate quick and fast. "Cum for me." Lance's soothing voice echoed into Justin's ears, it wasn't loud this time, but a soft command, and Justin followed.
His cock erupted for the the third time of the night, shooting cum into the air, hitting the diving board, some going into the water, some hitting his body and some hitting Lance's. Lance shot his load as soon as Justin's was done it seemed, and filled Justin's ass quickly.
"Wanna stay and swim with me?" Justin asked quietly, his voice soft, and child like.
"Nah, got work for FreeLance in the morning. Thanks for that." Lance replied, climbing down the diving board ladder and grabbing his speedo. "Why don't we do this again tomorrow night or some time soon?" Lance's question wasn't really a question, Justin knew he would be there if he was home, he always was.
Justin stayed sitting on the diving board, his feet dangling over the edge. He picked up his boxer briefs and slipped them back on. The water was calm, and the night was warm, so Justin figured he would go for a swim by himself. Standing on the diving board, he bounced once and launched himself into the pool with a smooth dive. The water remained calm as he glided through it like a knife, more waves being made when he surfaced then when he entered.
Looking around he caught his eyes on the raft he had recalled as his and Lance's sex raft months back. Pulling it to the side, he pulled himself out of the water, and held the raft close. Sliding into it, he smiled, he was hidden from the eyes, and the temperature was warm enough for him to sleep out there for the night.
He adjusted himself in the raft, and tugged at his cock and balls to adjust himself down there. He was soaking for the third time that night, this time for water and not sweat. But it looked just as good on him. His body glistened, water dripping off his arms and legs. His hair was matted down, running a hand through it, the curls seemed to bounce back slightly, giving him a sexy, care free look. The boxer briefs were no longer white, but transparent, and he knew it was no surprise that Lance liked that 'bathing suit' the most.
The night air, calm and sedating was easily putting him to sleep. The small noises that floated above the rest, the crickets chirping, the slow whistling of the wind, and the light rustling of the small waves still rocking his raft. He smiled, shut his eyes, and hoped he would be sleeping with in minutes. Soon enough, he was right, and dream world clouded his mind and his real life was no longer reality.
"Where the fuck is Justin?" Lance was usually calm when it came to the mornings after sex. But when an interview was less then an hour away, and they still couldn't find Justin.
"Where was he last?" Chris asked yawning and stretching at the kitchen table.
"I saw him in the studio." Joey replied.
"He was with me last night after that, in the pool. I came inside, he stayed out there." Lance replied, now answering his own question. "I bet he fell asleep out there. Josh...will you go check?"
"Yeah, sure." Josh stood from his seat and walked out the door to the pool. Looking around, he didn't notice a body, but noticed the raft, and pulled it to the side. Sure enough, inside was Justin in his boxer briefs sleeping contently. "Curly....get up...interview in twenty, get moving." Justin smiled, shook his head and pulled himself out of the raft. He followed Josh in the house, made an inaudible noise as he passed through the kitchen and headed upstairs to get dressed.
TBC?
Let me know if you liked the story, and the second chapter will be on it's way.