The-Lousy-Forced-Disclaimer-That-I-Understand: This story is fiction and is not intended to imply anything about the true sexuality of *NSYNC (although I think a few of `em are MIGHTY curious--if not already all-out queer--but that's just my personal opinion. Not saying they are admittedly gay, or anything like that. Read the damn story now.)
God Spent that Time on Me -- Joey
There just was no hesitation. I immediately jumped in the sack with him. What man-lover in his right mind wouldn't? I mean, right in front of me was one of the most famous people in the world, and he was wanting me to get in bed. Granted, he said to "talk," but so far, so good, you know?
Even I didn't know I could get undressed so fast. Before I knew it, I was in my skivvies and under the covers with Joey. The initial few minutes were awkward and full of silence. Of course, I also "accidentally" brushed against his body a couple times too when I had to comfortable readjust myself in the bed. His body was really warm--it was nice. His bed was cute--he even has Superman sheets and a matching comforter.
"Don't usually get too many guy fans to talk with. It's kinda unusual," Joey said with a little grin.
"Well, yeah." I replied. "I dunno, I guess I kinda like it because it's catchy, it stays in my head, and it doesn't get on my nerves."
"Gee thanks. Not that we don't have talent or anything," he came back with mock-hurt.
"That's NOT it! I know that I couldn't get up there and sing like that in front of thousands of people. Of course you have talent, Joey!"
"Nah. Anyone could do it. It's not that hard."
"Are you serious?" I was taken aback. The thought of doing anything in front of so many people made me shudder. "I can't even do a five minute speech in my political science class!"
"You get used to it. The lights are real low, and you can pretend like all those people aren't even there," he said back.
I don't know what happened next. I heard Joey murmuring something, but I don't know what it was. The day must've exhausted me because the next thing I knew, I'd dozed off.
I awoke to the feeling of a hand on my stomach. I opened my eyes and felt confused. I didn't know where I was. I looked to my right and felt a little more at ease when the memories came flooding back. *NSYNC, the tour bus, the guest house. But what the hell was on my stomach?
I looked under the blanket we were under, and I was positively fucking astounded: Joey was cuddling with me. It couldn't have possibly been incidental. The bus-bed was large enough for three people. So for no other reason, I gained the balls to actually take his hand, and push it lower, and lower...and lower until it was right on the top of my abdomen. I thought that I'd let him make the next move. It was up to him.
I never thought he'd be so forward: he moved his head up level with mine and planted his lips on mine.
I don't know what to say next. So many conflicting emotions ran though my mind that I just lied limp in his arms while he continued making out with me.
Morals vs. a chance in a lifetime: Did he care about me? Was this love? Should I miss out on a chance to mess around with a superstar just because it might be a one night stand?
Sensibility vs. passion: The bus wasn't big. Someone could wake up. But who cares? The moment is here, it might leave me by at any second!
Me vs. the world: What the hell made me so special? Why me when there are plenty of other people out there?
All of a sudden, all nagging doubts went away when his hand made its journey down my pants. He was actually massaging my cock with his hand. Believe me, it was raging hard.
I really didn't think it turned Joey on if I just lied there like a no-good blowup doll, so my hands roamed around his body. From his bristly face, down his brawny chest, over the soft hair of his arms. His cute chubby stomach was the next stop, and finally my fingers rubbed on the button of his Levis.
That REALLY made him excited. He started squeezing me really hard. It kinda hurt...but in a twisted kinda way, it felt really good. I fumbled with the button, and I didn't think the little thing would ever cut loose, but when it finally did, I lost no time in hauling his manhood out of its entrapment.
I started rubbing him gently at first. I never knew anyone before or after to precum so much. There was no need for lube at all. I had to bite my lip really hard to keep from crying out in pleasure. Part of it was coming from the physical rubbing on my cock, but that wasn't most of it. I was getting a handjob from an international celebrity. Me, the 19-year old, cynical, bisexual bastard from backward-ass Arkansas. Sometimes life treats you funny.
I've never known a silent cumshot before. I'd never had to do it because I'd never really done anything like this around someone before, but it was the most difficult thing I've ever done. In a way though, it only served to increase the sensation, causing me to cum HARD.
Needless to say, Joey must've felt the same way, because he shot pretty far, splashing me in the forehead of all places! But then the sexual high wore off, and I immediately saw the problem that both of us had to deal with: cleanup.
I don't know if Joey and I had a telepathic connection right then and there, because he softly whispered into my ear, "Just wipe it on the sheets...I'll deal with the mess later. Good job, stud..."
I glanced outside the tour bus windows and saw the golden arches of my town's McDonald's pass by. I guess the other guys sensed we were closing in on our destination, because I heard JC and Justin make plans on who was bunking where.
The bus pulled into the parking lot, and the boys gathered their respective belongings. I couldn't wait to grab Lindsey aside and tell her the news. She would be in shock from disbelief.
I was getting ready to show them where they'd be sleeping when I felt a small pinch on my left ass cheek.
I whirled around, expecting Joey to be there with his goofy grin...but instead I was met with Lance's excited, clear-green eyes.
"I was under you guys the whole time. I smelled the sex, and I'm jealous as hell," he whispered.
END JOEY
Woo hoo! And I'm not done yet. Keep with me, folks. I'm not through yet. I'm dead sexy, what can I say?