The following story is completely fictional and is not intended to imply anything about the true sexuality of the celebrities mentioned or any personal knowledge about their private lives. However, if they ARE having this sort of fun in their lives, more power to them!
JUSTIN and ALAN - Chapter 7
On the way to Justin's place, Alan suggested they stop at a liquor store for some beer. Joe happily obliged, and the two continued homeward.
Joe observed Alan shifting in his seat every couple of minutes. Then he realized the reason for the apparent discomfort: Alan was sporting an enormous hard-on. Joe reached over with his right hand.
"Hang on there, stallion boy. I want it as much as you do."
When Joe released him, Alan arched his pelvis forward and erupted inside his lounge pants.
"Geez, Joe, you made me waste a perfectly good load that I was saving for your fuck chute."
"I'm sure you're good for several more loads, Alan. At least now you should be able sit more comfortably."
"Oh sure.......with my spunk running down my leg?"
"Oh yeah, huh. Sorry about that."
They drove on in silence and avoided physical contact for the remaining distance to Justin's place. After pulling into the driveway, both emerged from the car and headed towards the front door. Alan's eyes were glued to Joe's muscular ass, conveniently illuminated by a full moon shining on form-fitting jeans. Joe unlocked the deadbolt and both entered the apartment, kicking off sandals as they crossed the threshold. After placing the beer in Justin's fridge, Joe walked into the living room where Alan pounced on him like a waiting panther. He mauled Joe's mouth and ground his crotch into the breathless Jonas brother. Joe grabbed at Alan's hair and returned the voracious kisses. They struggled against the wall, knocking off picture frames and a large mirror before falling over the arm of the couch- Joe landing on his back with Alan on top.
They gnawed on each other's lips. They worked their hands inside each other's shirt to play with the muscles underneath. Using a knee and a foot for leverage, Joe shifted them over the edge of the couch and onto the floor. This time it was Alan on bottom, but their mouths remained suctioned together. Joe placed his opened hands on Alan's rock-hard pectorals and pushed himself upwards. Alan breathed heavily and licked his lips while holding Joe's gaze.
"I gotta go pee before we get any further with this, Alan."
"Me too; I'll join you in the john."
Joe led with Alan quickly following. Both stood at the bowl and pissed about a pint each.
"Drop your lounge pants, Alan."
That done, Joe proceeded use a washcloth to wipe the remaining stickiness from Alan's left thigh. The singer's own cock grew harder yet as his fingers enjoyed the sensuous muscle tone of Alan's leg. Joe let his other hand glide from Alan's hip to his enticing bared ass and gave the cheek a squeeze. Alan smiled at him and pulled Joe's shirt over his head. Joe reciprocated and also dropped his jeans. Both laughed upon observing that neither wore underwear.
"Justin keeps protection and lube in the bedroom, so what are we waiting for Joe?"
They ran for the master bedroom and Alan tackled Joe on the unmade bed.
Justin and Nick arrived at the Jonas home and went to work on Nick's song. The younger man had some helpful suggestions since it's easier to be objective about someone else's work than one's own. Once the work was done, the guys settled down to relax and chat.
"Do you suppose Joe is okay over at my place with the fuck-fiend from hell?"
"Joe is a real power bottom. I've even watched him operate. A week after his romp with the baseball player, he nearly fractured Zac Efron's dick with the grip he had on it."
"No shit."
"You know the expression `blue balls'? Efron had a blue cock from a ruptured vessel."
Justin rubbed himself before murmuring, "ouch".
Nick watch his friend rub his crotch. It brought back memories of past fun times. He scooted closer on the sofa to Justin and cupped his chin. Drawing Justin's face closer, Nick kissed him lovingly on the mouth.
"What was that for, Nick?"
"Oh......just thinking about old times."
"Well, I like your thought."
Justin crawled on top of his friend, causing Nick to fall back against some pillows. They slowly and gently kissed and caressed each other. Just as he was starting to work his fingers through Nick's curly hair, Justin let out a laugh and pulled back.
"I want to see them. Let's go over to my place right now and see what they're up to."
"Oh you already KNOW what they're up to, you voyeur."
Justin let a huge grin spread across his baby-face and smirked, "you know it!"
They piled into Nick's car and drove across town to Justin's apartment.
Joe's powerful anal ring had Alan's cock in a strangle hold, and his legs gripped the model's waist like a carpenter's vise. Alan couldn't pull back or thrust forward.
"Come on, dude. Loosen up a little so I can dick you properly."
"No way, Secretariat. You don't have a glove on; I can feel it. You don't get to cum unless it's gonna be contained in latex."
Alan had wanted to bareback Joe, but Joe anticipated his move. Not knowing how many partners this intense sex machine had been with made Joe extra cautious. Joe loved bottoming, but he wasn't going to be stupid about it.
"Okay, okay.......you win. Let me loose and I'll put a condom on."
Joe allowed Alan to pull back, but clenched his ring to squeeze Alan out lest he have any temptation to just ram back in. Alan grabbed the foil-wrapped item and applied it to his pulsing baby-maker. He eyed Joe hungrily as he slipped on the protection, and his thoughts turned a little dark.
Before the night is over, I'm going to breed this hot bitch. I don't know anymore if I'm clean or not, but I do know I'm going to spray my seed deep into every ass I can get my hands on from now till I can persuade Biebs Baby to be my exclusive fuck toy. He'll never want anyone after he's had me awhile longer. I'm too fucking skilled at what I do best. Biebs will be my permanent cum dump by the time we return from that trip to Vegas.
Alan spread his legs and thrust out his jacketed horse cock at Joe. Joe gripped the back of his knees and pulled his own legs to his chin, exposing his super-tight pleasure hole as he lay in the middle of the badly rumpled bed. Alan slathered some lube on his tool and its target, and jammed mightily back into the horny Jonas brother. The gorgeous Mexican stud swiveled his hips, latched onto Joe's mouth, kneaded every muscle of Joe's sexy body and grunted loudly as he fucked away like a wild animal. On Joe's part, he crossed his ankles again with his legs gripping Super Sexman's waist. He dug his fingers into Alan's upper back muscles, and chewed the hot model's lower lip as he raised up his ass to meet Alan's powerful slams. The throbbing bulbous head of Alan's cock rubbed Joe's prostate repeatedly. After fifteen minutes, Alan felt like he wasn't going to last much longer before his next eruption, so he twisted Joe's lower body to take an even more precise hit at the singer's ecstasy button. After a half dozen jabs, Joe went off like Old Faithful, spewing a hot, sticky load that ricocheted off Alan's chest and onto Joe's chest and neck. The middle Jonas' clenching anal ring sent a shock wave through Alan's considerable genitalia. Alan threw his head back and roared like a lion as he came forcefully into the condom. Had he been barebacking, he would have pushed deeper to breed further inside. Alan jetted six times and nearly ruptured the condom. When his pulses subsided, he immediately latched onto Joe's neck to vacuum up the dripping spunk. Working his way down Joe's chest, Alan cleaned that area thoroughly as well.
It was Joe's turn to think.
Holy shit, what a rush! I can't believe this guy cumming so many times without going soft. It's either five or six times now, and I know I blacked out after he gave me a multiple after his third load. Alan Valdez must be some kind of Satyr in disguise or something. Poor Bieber must have a loose asshole by now.
Alan was still hard as granite, and he began gyrating his fabulous ass to work his pole against Joe Jonas' hot button again.
"Jesus, Alan! Let's take a breather, ok??!!
"I could use a beer or two. Tell you what: we'll have a six-pack contest. Whoever downs six beers first gets to be the top for the next round. What do you say?" He raised his eyebrows `Groucho Marx' style as he concluded his proposal.
"I have a feeling you're a chugger, Alan. I concede before we even start, but I'll have a couple with you."
They strode naked to the kitchen, Joe walking a little less steady than was normal for him, and removed several cans of beer from one of the thirty-packs. Joe had finished one, and Alan had guzzled three when they heard the front door open.
"Whoever's there, we're naked in here."
Justin and Nick entered the kitchen giggling.
"Hey young dudes! You're just in time for a beer party and maybe more." Alan swung his leg out and displayed his ever-hard poker. Justin felt his brain spin a little, but resolved to not succumb. Nick knew his good friend was struggling with this issue, so he got between Justin and Alan.
"We watched your last round from the bedroom window. The blinds were open just enough to get a good look at the action."
"You little shits!" Joe was halfway out of his chair, but Alan calmed him down.
"Don't sweat it, dude. How will they learn perfection unless they get to watch the bigger picture. Whether you're on the top or the bottom, you really don't see everything. You know?"
Joe pondered that before admitting, "I suppose so."
"Biebs, come sit on my lap," Alan invited. Nick intervened again.
"Justin, why don't you and Joe go discuss that music issue in the bedroom while I have a beer with Alan?"
Justin and Joe (who hung a large kitchen towel around his waist) went to the bedroom, and the younger man closed the door.
"Music question?"
"That was just a story. Nick and I have a plan to immobilize the Sex Machine for the rest of the night so we can all get some sleep. Just follow our lead when we return to the kitchen. Nick should have already gotten the ball rolling."
Alan was out of beer, so Nick obligingly got him a couple from the fridge. The youngest Jonas popped the can tab and managed to go unobserved as he dropped a small purple pill into Alan's drink. Nick opened one for himself, and both sat drinking in silence until Alan let out a huge belch.
"Ah, that felt good. Not as good as spraying the inside of your colon, Nick- but good."
"What would you know about that? You almost had me, but the cops broke in on the three of us, remember?"
"Huh. Not likely to forget that ordeal........ OH SHIT!!! I need to return Judge Steve's Lincoln before he makes a stolen vehicle report. SHIT, SHIT. What's today?"
"Uh.....the thirtieth of the month. In two days it will be next month."
"He gave me until the first of the month. I gotta call him." Alan belted down another beer and retreated to the bedroom to find his cell phone. He passed Justin and Joe in the hallway and hardly gave them notice. He did note, however, that his mind was just a little bit foggy. He'd only downed eight or nine beers, so it couldn't have been from that. The other two joined Nick in the kitchen.
"Did you complete phase one, Nick?"
"Piece of cake. He should start to feel it soon."
"I'm thinking he'll still be pretty groggy in the morning when we're supposed to leave for Vegas. Let's get him to the backseat of my car and you guys follow in yours."
"Uh Justin? We ought to do the guy a little favor. He needs to return that Lincoln Navigator to some judge he knows. Logic tells me it's the judge who dismissed his case, and I doubt it was out of the goodness of his heart. Judge Stephen Ralston from Santa Barbara County if I remember the news story correctly. It wouldn't be TOTALLY out of our way. Maybe we could even swing through Lake Tahoe if Joe wants to." Nick smirked at his brother.
"Very funny, Nick. The Yanks are on the road, so who would I be wanting to see in Lake Tahoe?"
Justin grabbed some beers from the fridge and tossed one to each Jonas brother. They discussed further details of Justin's plan to turn the tables on Alan "Super Sexman" Valdez. It was a somewhat wicked plan, and much of it hinged on the continued help of a famous friend of Justin's who often played Vegas.
"Justin, do you think we should check to see if he's out yet?", Nick asked cautiously.
"Why not. It's pretty quiet back there."
The three crept noiselessly to the bedroom. Alan was motionless on the bed, face down with his gorgeously sculpted ass presented in an enticing manner. Joe looked at the other two.
"He worked my ass over so many times I lost count. I think it's only fair that I take a turn at his. Anybody want to watch?"
Nick and Justin exchanged glances and smiled immediately. Joe seized the tube of KY from the nightstand and lubed up the sleeping Adonis. He slipped on a condom and applied some lube to himself. Joe moved Alan's legs apart with his knees, leaned forward and placed his hands on the model's broad shoulders in push-up position. Joe carefully lowered himself into Alan's slippery crack. The anal ring was very tight, but Joe worked his way through. The middle Jonas commenced pumping. After 25 push-ups, he lowered himself onto Alan's back. Joe slipped both hands under Alan's upper body and kneaded his awesome pectorals. All the while, Joe thrusted his hips in an effort to penetrate more deeply. At some point, he thought he felt Alan squeeze his ring as well as tighten his buns. Some involuntary reflex was responding to the assault, and the target apparently enjoyed it. Joe gushed into the condom and then pulled back. After
slapping Alan on each cheek, Joe Jonas stepped away and looked at his audience.
"Anybody want to take a turn?"
Nick and Justin each had their way with Alan. Justin even barebacked him thinking that if he'd gotten anything nasty from Alan, he might as well return a dose of it. Afterwards, the three conspirators crawled into bed with their unconscious stud. They took turns rubbing and rutting against any part of Alan that appealed to them, as well as against each other. When the action calmed down, they quickly went to sleep. Alan did not stir all night. The next morning he asked for a beer to clear his hungover head. Justin obliged right after Nick dropped another purple pill into the can.
"So when do we use the green pill?", Nick asked.
Justin grinned and replied, "my guardian angel sent that over with his pharmaceutical man to use only if the purple ones weren't completely effective. When we get to Vegas, he'll have something even more potent to help create the mood we will need to turn the tables on Alan."
Joe remembered the Lincoln, so he scanned the contact list on Alan's phone. Sure enough, there was a "Judge" programmed in with a number Joe recognized as a California cell phone provider prefix. He punched it.
"I'm a friend of Alan Valdez and I'm calling in regard to a car he needs to return...........Would you mind verifying the license plate number...........Good.......... We'll be driving through Santa Barbara today and just need to know where you want the car.........Will do.......Yes, we'll call this number when we're about a half hour away.........you're welcome."
Joe confirmed the location of the stop and they proceeded to get themselves ready to travel.
Sorry for the delay since Chapter 6. I am hoping to get back to a more regular writing schedule. I think about the story a great deal, and much of it has progressed in my head; the trick is making the time to record it. Hope to hear from anyone who enjoys the latest installment.
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