Welcome to "Lance's Search," a multi-chapter exploration of a young man discovering himself. As much as I would suspect otherwise, I have no actual proof of the sexual orientations of Lance Bass, Justin Timberlake or JC Chasez. Consequently anything you read in this story is the product of the mind of its author. That said, this story attempts to take a realistic look into the thoughts and feelings of a guy as he discovers the pains and the joys associated with loving his fellow man... or his fellow band mate as the case may be. And yes, that means it will take a few chapters before we get to any sex (don't worry it will be worth it). And it will take more chapters before Lance actually achieves the goal of his search. My plan is to post a chapter a week and I've already finished 14, so there's lots of fun and excitement in store for everyone.
If you have any comments, please e-mail them to bjluver@gay.com. Otherwise, enjoy the story.
BJ
Lance's Search Chapter 2
During the night NSYNC's bus reached its next destination. Band members headed for their hotel rooms, looking more like zombies from a horror movie than hot teen idols.
Later that morning, the telephone in Justin's room rang. "Hey, wise one, you gonna let the morning slip by without my lessons?"
"Hey, Lance," the blond responded groggily. "What time is it?"
"Nine. The sun is up and I'm eager to become as smart as you."
"Well, the first step to that is sleeping in a lot later than 9 in the a.m."
"Ahhh, but you're the one who said we'd start in the morning," Lance replied with a slight giggle.
"OK, OK. Let me get cleaned up and come on over in about 20. That cool with you."
"You bet. See you then."
Lance still had some final preparations of his own. He'd already shaved and showered, but beyond his black boxer briefs, he hadn't dressed. He found The Weather Channel by flipping through the stations. It apparently was one of those direct connections because it never had a local weather segment on the 8s of any hour. But from the national report he surmised it was going to be a hot day down here in New Orleans - not that he really expected otherwise. Baggy cargo shorts and a loose-fitting shirt over a wife beater seemed to be the right combination.
Twenty minutes past. Actually it was closer to 25, but Lance knew Justin could use the extra time. He knocked on Justin's door, which was propped open slightly by that metal stop that seems to be the rage on hotel doors. "Scoop, that you?" said a voice from inside.
"Yeah, it's me along with the entire housekeeping staff all wanting your autograph," Lance said as he opened the door and walked in.
Justin walked out of the bathroom clad only in some Tommy boxers and a wife beater, flashing a big smile. "Oh good, I hope they also get something good to look at while they're here," he said while posing.
"They already saw me," Lance said, giggling.
"Yeah, but now they can see the real thing. Mr. Cool."
"Well, Mr. Cool, you gonna finish dressing before we start?"
"Naw, not yet. It's gonna be a hot one today. I want to feel comfortable as long as I can. Let's get started," Justin said, pointing to a large desk in his room where he already had his laptop fired up.
Lance sat down at the desk while Justin dragged over another chair and positioned it right next to the shorter blond's seat. They sat there side by side, within inches of each other so both could view the screen.
While Justin could have been a real taskmaster or talked to Lance condescendingly, he was actually a very good teacher. Lance was learning a lot and he found it easy to ask questions without feeling like an idiot. He was having fun, and it appeared Justin was having fun at the same time.
Then it happened. Without missing a beat, Justin's bare leg touched Lance's. Thigh was up against thigh. Calf against calf. And Justin didn't move it away. It just stayed there.
While he tried not to show it, Lance's brain was racing down the highway at warp speed. Oh my God. Should I move my leg over? How come he's not moving his away? I can feel the body heat. The soft hair and warm flesh up against mine. Lance, stop thinking like this. It's not going to lead to anything good. It means nothing, really. So why can't I move my leg away? Why doesn't Justin? Oh no. Thank God I'm wearing baggy shorts. Why does it always seem my cock has a mind of its own? Please don't get hard. Please. So much for pleading. Justin is still talking and showing me things. I hope he can't tell I've got a boner in my pants. How would I explain that away? OK, look, I've got to just concentrate on what J's saying. Listen to him. Come on, listen. Concentrate. Maybe if I moved my leg away it would help. But if I move my leg away Justin might think something is wrong with me, or that I don't like it, and I have to admit I really do like it. So warm and somehow reassuring. Man, that's just making my cock harder, if it's possible. Oh God, it's beginning to hurt a bit. I need to rearrange my package somehow. But I can't move my hand down there. Justin would notice that. I feel my face getting red. But Curly is still talking away. I'll just scoot a little in my seat and see if that helps.
"You OK, Scoop?"
"What's that?" Lance said with a bit a panic.
"You seem like you're a thousand miles away all of a sudden." Justin scooted around in his seat. The leg contact ended.
"Uhh, no, no. Just uh soaking up all you've said. Lot to learn." Lance lowered his head. He couldn't help but glance over at Justin's boxers. Oh God. Lance thought he must be dreaming. It was just an optical illusion. It was just that he thought he saw the slightest of tents in Curly's boxers. And a little wet spot. No, it must be the light.
"You ready to learn about search engines?" Justin asked.
"Ahhh, yeah, sounds like a good idea."
"There's a bunch of them out there. I prefer Yahoo. Others have their own favorites. But they all basically work the same way," Justin went on.
The rest of the session continued with no major events. Lance concentrated and his cock went soft on its own. His eyes kept away from Justin's boxers and he made sure to keep his legs as far as possible from J's.
Growls from both of their stomachs finally got the pair to stop the lessons for he day. That and a pounding on the door by Joey, who wanted to answer the call from his own belly to fill it.
As they were wrapping it up, Justin told Lance he should borrow his laptop tonight to practice and do some exploring on his own. Lance gratefully accepted the offer.
To be continued...