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Making a Belieber: Part One
Shawn Mendes was the hottest new thing. He was young, sexy, talented, and humble. Justin Bieber couldn't have that. It was bad for his image. Both pop stars were Canadian, and while Justin had the advantage of being a few years older and more experienced, Shawn had the naivety of youth and a clean slate.
Shawn was newly 18, on tour, and full of energy. Justin was 22, at Shawn's show, and ready to make a Belieber of the hottest thing to come out of Canada since... well, him. The older boy didn't want all of the fame to himself. He didn't even care so much about album or ticket or merchandise sales, or even worldwide recognition and awards. What mattered was Shawn knowing his place in the hierarchy of popstardom. Shawn wouldn't be his first conquest by any means, but it was one about which Justin was more excited than he could remember. First he had to feel out the younger superstar, and then play his role just right to mold Shawn into yet another celebrity Belieber.
The show had ended about an hour ago. Shawn's first obligation was to sign tons of photos, shirts, and records for VIP fangirls. He gave out handshakes and hugs and winks, and still smirked at the girls' giggles or quivers or tears. He loved having such an effect on people. He knew that deep down inside some of these girls were wet for him, and they'd go home later and picture themselves on their knees in front of their pop idol, or on their backs underneath him.
Justin stood a distance from the meet and greet, but still had a great view of Shawn. Their four year age difference was quite the opposite when it came to height. Shawn was a bit over six feet tall, dwarfing most of the girls that crowded around him and waited in line to grope him as much as their nerves would allow. Justin had been there. He still was there, in every way, and he loved it. He knew what Shawn was feeling. The power, obsession, sex appeal... it was enthralling.
Shawn had just finished. His security detail surrounded him and took him around a corner. Event security dispersed the small crowd and escorted the fans from the backstage area. Justin waited for them all to go and then walked around the same corner Shawn had turned. Justin spotted Shawn's manager, Andrew--an early convert, easily crumbled into a Belieber at little more than the snap of a finger. Andrew walked toward Bieber, trying to look collected in his presence.
"Hey, Justin," Andrew greeted. "How's it going?
"Good, man, good. Helluva show the kid puts on," Justin complimented.
"Yeah, definitely," Andrew agreed, giving Justin a quick up-and-down scan, an unmistakable mindfuck to use later in his dreams. "Well, listen, Shawn's in the shower now, cleaning up, so he'll be ready in about an hour. He knows you're here and we're looking forward to hanging out later. We booked a pretty sweet VIP spot at a club downtown and we--"
Commotion broke out behind Justin. He turned to see a pair of girls who had broken through event security and were now tangling with Shawn's personal security. There was scratching and groping going on and plenty of screaming as these girls were clearly off their hinges.
"Wait here," Andrew told Justin with a stroke of his arm. The manager ran toward the incident and struggled to contain it and remove the girls.
Justin silently thanked his hired distraction and used it to slip around another corner and into Shawn's room. It was tastefully decorated, spotted with plush furniture, a table of food and drinks, a couple of tables for sitting or putting your feet up, and a few bags of luggage. One bag was opened and had clearly been rummaged. Justin spotted on the floor a dark t-shirt soaked through with sweat. Shoes had been kicked off nearby, discarded dirty black socks not far. In the middle of it all was a pair of jeans that had been stepped out of, and bunched between them a pair of gray boxer briefs. There were obvious sweat stains in them. Justin held them up by the waistband, inspecting the line of sweat that had escaped Shawn's ass crack. Justin took a long look at the bottom seam of the briefs, imaging it pressed firmly against Shawn's hot taint. He turned the briefs around and admired the sweaty, empty, loose crotch area. It had been stretched, for sure, the former cage for what promised to be an impressive member. Justin imagined Shawn sporting a secret hard-on during his performance. The older boy remembered those days. It was hard to avoid when thousands of girls were screaming for you. They were all within his reach, and they were all surely willing. They would jump up and down, their pert new titties holding much of his focus. Justin had evolved since then, but it turned him on a bit to think of Shawn in his old shoes.
Justin balled up the underwear, pressed it against his face, and took in multiple long, deep breaths through both his nose and his mouth. His tongue licked the cotton and tasted the sweat, and he even bit a wet spot so he could squeeze out more flavor. Satisfied, Justin threw the underwear in a ball back onto the ground and took a seat on a nearby couch.
He could hear the water running in the next room. He stared at the door, waiting, until the water stopped. That's when Justin repositioned himself. He slouched down, put one foot up on a coffee table, and put the other one along the length of the couch so his legs were practically spread eagle, his trackies loose in that section and drooping down so they rested on his semi-chubbed dick and loose ballsack. Shawn stepped out of the bathroom and jumped at the sight of Justin Bieber on his couch. He was drying his hair with a towel. He brought it down to his lower body immediately, covering his crotch and thighs, which were unfortunately already hidden by a pair of loose boxers spotted with water from the shower.
"Shit, my bad," Justin said with a hidden smirk. "I didn't mean to scare you. Andrew sent me in so I figured I'd just hang out `til you were done."
"Damn, yeah," Shawn stammered, moving toward his luggage bag. "Let me just throw something on real quick."
He leaned down to grab a pair of basketball shorts he slid on in one fluid motion. Justin admired the thighs and curve of a butt he was able to make out for those few short seconds. It was nice, but it was not satisfying; it was not enough. Shawn remained shirtless, a fact that Justin attributed to being a straight, still mostly-teenaged boy. He had no shame, and for good reason. Shawn's body was surprisingly developed. It was tediously muscled, tight in all the right places and some of the unexpected ones, as well. His arms were large for a teenager, his pecs admirable, his abdomen the stuff of dreams for so many guys their age. His legs were long, tenuous toward the bottom but thicker like trunks at the thigh. Justin imagined that what lay between the two enticing upper and lower halves was a prize that could satisfy just about anyone's desires.
"What's up, man, how you been?" Shawn asked casually as he grabbed a bottle of water from the table and sat in a chair near Justin's couch.
"Good, how `bout you?"
"Damn good, it's been so much fun," Shawn said genuinely. "You know, you get it."
"Hell yeah, no doubt. I saw you doing that meet and greet shit after the show. You loved it."
"Yeah, my fans are awesome, I love meeting them."
Justin chuckled and nodded slowly. "I bet, but like... you know... you love the attention."
"I'm just glad they like my music so much. I'm blessed."
"Yeah, yeah, of course, we all are, right..." Justin played along. "But we know what they all want."
Shawn grinned and nodded, breaking eye contact and leaning back in his chair. "Yeah, there's that. Not all of them, though. I don't think so."
"Well, sure, a lot of them will want you to sing to them, a nice serenade on a romantic walk in a park or on a beach or some shit. They want you to take them on dates and give them gifts and snuggle with you to look at the stars."
Shawn laughed at the goofiness of it all, but refused to deny the honesty of it.
"But in the end, they all want the same thing, and you know what that is," Justin paused to bring a hand down to his pants and cup his junk through the thin material. "They want the dick!"
"Nah, man, not all of them," Shawn said with a laugh, shaking off the straight homoeroticism of the situation. "Some of them just want someone to care about them."
"Yeah, sure, but after dinner and a movie they want you to dick them down!" Justin said animatedly. "They wanna drop to their knees and blow you in an elevator. They wanna give you a handjob in a public hot tub, make you bust a nut without anyone else knowing. These girls want you to grab them by their pigtails and gag them with your cock until you cream all over their titties."
Shawn looked a little taken aback partway through the tirade, but he recovered with a boisterous, albeit nervous, laugh.
"Come on, tell me you haven't had a teenie-bopper choking on your dick while you lay back with your eyes closed after a show."
Shawn didn't want to deny it. He didn't want to brag, but he wanted Justin to know the truth of it. A few, man... not all the time."
"No, not all the time," Justin agreed. "You gotta feel them out. The really dirty ones, the ones that'll do anything... they also won't tell anyone. One, they're pretty sure no one's gonna believe they swallowed three of Justin Bieber's loads next to a dumpster behind a stadium. Two, they don't want people to know how much of a slut they are. They don't want people to know that between swallowing my cum they begged to lick my ass," Justin laughed at the story. "Bitch ate my hole, so fucking hungry, and I swear I hadn't showered since the night before. I was all fuckin' sweat and grime from my show."
"No way!" Shawn exclaimed. Clearly he had heard such stories, even back in Canada before he had made it big. Guys loved to talk about this stuff. They wanted other guys to know their conquests. "Three times?!"
"If they can suck a dick, I can keep it going all night. I'll shoot blanks, I don't give a fuck."
"Then why'd you stop at three?"
"Boyfriend was waiting in the car!" Justin said, eyes bugging. "Phone must have gone off like twenty times, but I didn't think anything of it! Why would I give a shit?"
"I can't believe a girl would do that! That's fucking trashy!"
"Yeah, but you'd love it. You've probably had the same fucking thing happen to you, dude."
"Kind of, but the girl wasn't trying to eat my ass."
"Oh, nah man, my bad," Justin told him, "It was a dude. Should've mentioned that. Sometimes a girl will be down to lick a butthole, but it's the guys who really fucking crave it. Not just a little licking, but full on munching. Let me tell ya, they get off on it."
Shawn remained quiet, but if something were to escape his mouth it surely would have been `uhhhhhh.' He had nothing but support for others' sexuality. Whether a person was straight or bisexual or gay or asexual, Shawn didn't care. In that moment, though, he must have seemed slightly homophobic. It was more the shock that Justin Bieber, international pop star and obvious sex icon to tens of thousands, had just told him that he had shot three loads down a guy's throat, and in between let him eat his dirty butthole. Shawn knew he needed to recover so Justin didn't think he was being judged. To be fair, however, Justin didn't seem to care what reaction Shawn had to offer.
"I had no idea you were... sorry, man," Shawn said, immediately regretting his choice of words.
Justin was far from offended. "Don't be sorry, Shawn. I'm sure as fuck not. I don't even know what I am anymore," he laughed. "I guess I'm bi?"
"That's cool dude, good for you," Shawn offered his support.
"Yeah it is. I have a lot more to choose from now. A mouth is a mouth. Sometimes if there's facial hair it's a little weird, but you get used to it. And guys don't have pussies, but a nice ass is a nice ass. You ever fuck a girl in the ass?"
"Once," Shawn admitted. "Didn't go very well."
"It can be a challenge, even a little messy," Justin told him. "But when they're hungry enough it's real easy, and feels just as good as pussy. And trust me, the guys that are into it are really hungry."
"Shit man, that's crazy."
"I mean, a big dick is a big dick, and an asshole is... well, it's fucking tight. So if you're big, you better find someone that knows what they're doing."
"I don't think I'll ever be fucking a guy in the butt," Shawn laughed.
"Neither did I for a while, dude. I was nineteen!"
"Who was it?"
"Some server at a club," Justin told him. "He had been eyefucking me for hours. You know all about that, guy or girl, nothing you can do about that."
"True."
"Anyway, it was in Germany, so I was allowed to drink. Wasn't super wasted but definitely wasn't myself, either. He must have followed me in there, the little freak. Came up to the urinal right next to me while I was taking a long ass piss. He wasn't shy at all, just looking down at my dick. I shook out the rest and looked over at him staring at my junk. He was jerking off! Just like that, he was hard as a rock and he was straight up jerking off watching me piss and shake my soft cock."
"Shit man," Shawn said, shaking his head.
"Yeah, so he asked me if he could suck my dick. Probably the only thing he could say in English. I don't know if he's ever said anything else. He was so fucking eager, really sounded like a slut if you know what I mean. He had pretty long hair pulled back into a bun, and he was smooth and had big pouty lips. That's what I love, is a nice set of big wet lips around my dick. And that's what I got, man."
"I thought you said that was the first guy you fucked?"
"It was. He took me to some storage closet or some shit, real shady when I think about it, but anyway he was sucking my dick real good in the dark, but then before I knew it he was backing his ass up onto my dick. No lube, nothing, just the spit he left all over my cock. Slid right onto it. I didn't really see his ass, but I felt it. Nice and round, pretty firm, just the little bit of fuzz. It was a guy's butt, that hit me pretty hard, I was like what the fuck am I doing? But only for a minute because it felt so fucking good. He creamed me with his ass and then got back down on his knees, got me hard again real fast, and swallowed two more loads. We were in there for over two hours. I got to the point I was grabbing his manbun and literally fucking his face. He could take a dick, man, let me tell you. No gagging, no backing away. He was just fucking moaning, moaning on my dick. It was so hot. I could hear him jerking himself off. I know I was fucking his face so much he probably couldn't breathe much through his mouth, definitely couldn't swallow any saliva. So it just went all over his face man... dripped off his chin in big globs of spit and some cum, and he caught it and used it to jerk himself off... probably even fingered himself, I don't know. I could hear him jerking off though, you know that noise man. You were a teenager once, and you didn't want that squishing to be too loud, right? He didn't give a shit. He was going at it, probably cumming over and over again while I just went to fucking town down his throat. He didn't even use his hands... didn't have to, `cause I was just grabbing his head like it was some girl's waist and I was fucking pounding her from behind. So fucking hot. I've been back to that club a few times. He knows his place. He knows he's my fucktoy. Turns out he was only seventeen first time I fucked him. Imagine how much he had to have slutted out to be such a pro at seventeen. I don't give a shit though. Fucking amazing sex, every time... anything I want. It's crazy."
Shawn was leaning forward, his elbows on his knees, nearly doubled-over, shirtless, in awe, just staring at Justin.
"You hard, man?" Justin asked. "I know I am." He grabbed his hard dick through his trackies. Eight inches of straight, somewhat slim, but undeniably rock hard Bieber dick, made a prominent outline in his pants. "Fuck, let's go to Germany. You won't be the first guy I've shared him with."
"Nah, not my thing," Shawn answered, still frozen.
"I bet if you stood up right now you'd have a big fucking tent in those shorts, but I get why you don't wanna admit it. It's all good though," Justin reassured him. "But like, really, gun to your head, would you rather... would you rather a guy suck your dick, or you suck a guy's dick?"
"No way, dude!" Shawn chuckled.
"Gun to your head, come on, that's the game! You're telling me you'd rather have your brains blown by a bullet than blow out a load in someone's throat? Bullshit!"
He laughed again, and trying to deflect his answer, asked playfully, "Fine, what would you pick?! Wait, no, I know what you'd pick, you dog! How `bout, would you rather--"
"Depends on the guy," Justin interjected with a shrug. "I've sucked a few dicks over the last couple of years. Plenty of guys have asked, I just don't always do it. It's gotta be the right guy."
"Shit, okay..." Shawn said. "Uhh..."
Justin could tell the kid wasn't ready to go down that road yet, at least not verbally. "Fine, you can ask me another one. But it's gotta be dirty!"
"Uhh... would you rather," Shawn looked around at empty air. Handfuls of questions ran through his head, but he worried some of them were too wild or vulgar. Surely some of these questions would support Justin's theory that his story had given Shawn a hard-on. It was entirely true, a throbbing one, complete with a droplet of pre-cum, but Justin needn't know that. He had gone flaccid again, but his teenage dick started to flutter and throb a bit at the image of some of these scenarios flying through his mind. "Would you rather..."
"Come on, Shawn," Justin egged him. "It can be anything."
"Would you rather..." he started. "Everyone find out about all the dirty sex stuff you've ever done, but you can still continue it... OR... No one ever find out, but you can only have one more wild night with someone for the rest of your life?"
"Pretty good," Justin admitted with a nod. "Damn..."
Shawn looked rather tickled with himself having stumped this supposed master of sex. He decided to believe every word Justin had said. There was no reason to consider him a liar. He may have been exaggerating, but Shawn had no doubt that his escapades were as wide and varying as he had suggested.
"Okay, one question," Justin sat up and locked eyes with Shawn. "Could that one wild night be with you?"
Shawn almost choked on the sip of water he had taken.
"I mean, I'm just wondering, it would probably be worth it if it was," Justin declared. "If it wasn't you, I'd probably have everyone find out. I mean, if they found out, I'd probably still be famous, in some way. Maybe a porn star. Imagine that! Anyway, I could probably find a guy that looks enough like you to make it worth it. Everyone's got a few doppelgangers, right? Either way, if I got a wild night with you, or exposed but still had a wild night with someone like you, I'd be satisfied. Oh, and by the way, when you asked me if I'd rather suck a dick or get mine sucked, and I said it depended on the guy... if it was you, I'd definitely suck your dick instead."
Shawn was hard again, just like that. He knew it wasn't likely he was the first one with whom Justin had played this game. But he wondered just how many of them resulted in such sudden, unavoidable, steel-like boners. Shawn admired Justin then, his pretty smooth face, cut by the sexy tattoos that spotted his arms and parts of his upper body Shawn could see around the loose wifebeater Justin wore. He looked further down, and not only was Justin still holding his dick through his pants, but now he was massaging it, stroking it even.
"Tell me you're not hard now," Justin dared. "You're eighteen, and I bet your sex drive is off the walls. You're a star. I'm a star. I'm horny and willing, and I can give you the best blowjob you've ever gotten. It'll be our big secret. All you need to do is sit back and relax. What do you say?"
"I don't know," Shawn said softly.
"Are you hard?" Justin probed, standing up, still holding his hard eight inches.
Shawn nodded coyly. Justin walked over to the younger boy, looking down at him, looming over him like the more experienced superstar that he was. Justin wanted so badly to show this boy the ropes. Clearly Shawn was interested, but even more clear was his hesitation.
"Look at these lips," Justin told Shawn. "They're full, and pink, and warm and wet. Imagine them sucking your dickhead like it's a sweet Blowpop. Imagine them gliding up and down your shaft, sucking firmly yet softly, constantly working to make you feel good, leading your dick into the smooth, tight, soaking wet throat. I bet if you wanted to, you would put your hand on my throat, and you could feel it expand and contract each time your big boy dick slid into and pulled out of my throat. I'd kiss your balls, lick them while I stroke your dick. I'd have you so hard, bring you so close to the edge every time before I pull off... you'd be begging for it in your head, and I'd be hoping that you beg for it out loud, because that makes me try even harder. These lips, this tongue, this throat... it can be all yours... all night, if you'd want it."
Justin stuck out his tongue, pink and smooth and perfect, and licked his fingers. He slid them into his mouth and his supple lips sucked them. All the while he had his other hand down his pants, jerking his dick, using his own precum to slick the head and shaft. Shawn was looking up at him, mesmerized, his dick hard and restricted in his boxers and basketball shorts. It was all he wanted to stand up and press his lips against Justin, but he still couldn't bring himself to it.
"Just let me," Justin said, bringing a hand to Shawn's shoulder and pushing it back.
Shawn offered no resistance. He leaned back in his chair, and then Justin's hand pushed him downward so he slouched. There was no hiding his boner anymore. It was tenting against his shorts for sure, snaked down the left leg of his boxers. The dickhead was far enough down his thigh that it had escaped the boxers and pressed singularly against the silkiness of the basketball shorts. His dick was throbbing, and with each throb it jumped up and went back down, the head rubbing against the shorts, the sensation sending shivers through Shawn's groin.
"Let me..."
Shawn was still looking up at him. He nodded, and in that moment Justin dropped to his knees between Shawn's legs. His hands rested on Shawn's thighs while his face dove onto his chest. Leaning back and slouching had caused the shorts to ride up a bit, and so Justin's hands had unbridled access to the thick, muscular, lightly haired thighs. He rubbed and squeezed them, the backs and fronts and sides, sliding down on occasion to squeeze a hard calf. His mouth kissed all over Shawn's chest and found both nipples in turn. He sucked and nibbled them. Shawn let his head fall back and he closed his eyes as he let Justin enjoy the foreplay of satisfying his newest conquest. Shawn bit his lip bottom lip each time Justin pinched a nipple. Justin let his tongue slide down Shawn's midsection, stopping to kiss each defined ab, to lick along each crevice. The younger boy got chills when Justin's tongue reached the waistline.
Justin could feel Shawn's hard dick poking against his chest as it begged for escape. He made it a point to move his body so it slid suggestively against Shawn's dickhead. Its sensitivity excited Justin to no end. It seemed to jump at every sensation. Justin slid both hands, fingers wide and palms flat, up Shawn's thighs and under his shorts. His left hand made it to Shawn's balls, surprisingly big and heavy and somewhat hairy. Justin cupped them as his other hand found Shawn's dick. His fingers tickled the head escaped from the boxers. He pulled away a glob of sticky precum and swirled it between a few fingers. Justin grabbed the shaft through the cotton boxers and stroked it while his tongue swirled around and briefly in Shawn's navel. The younger star couldn't hold back anymore, and he let out of a slow, low breath of pure pleasure, capped at the end with a moan that suggested he was now entirely pliable to Justin's whims.
"Do you want me to suck your dick?" Justin asked, already knowing the answer.
"Yes," Shawn answered, and then politely added, "Please."
"Lift up a bit," Justin told him.
Shawn obliged, and Justin quickly pulled off both boxers and shorts in the blink of an eye. After the waistband passed over it, Shawn's dick sprung up, sliding over his thigh and plopping with a soft smack against his abdomen. The heavy dick leaned slightly to the side of his belly button. It throbbed again and again. Justin took a few seconds to admire it. It was just about eight inches, much like Justin's but noticeably thicker, particularly at the base. The dickhead was much more of a mushroom than Justin's, as well, sticking out from the end of the shaft with a girth almost as wide as the base. It was veined nicely, but one in particular snaked along the underside all the way to the tip. Its color was darker than the rest of Shawn's slightly sepia skin tone. His balls were large, and hairier than any part of Justin's almost entirely smooth body. Surely the taint hiding behind those balls was hairy as well, but Justin wanted little more than to press his tongue against and then swirl it around that taint. Shawn's pubic bush was trimmed slightly to make it uniform, but mostly it was wild and dark and thick. Justin was obsessed. He knew he had made the right choice. This boy was already a man, and Justin was excited to mold him to his desires.
The instant Justin put his tongue to Shawn's shaft he was hooked. He licked downward first and sucked at each nut, pulling at each one and licking it inside his mouth. The flavor was intoxicating. He tasted of youth and manhood at the same time. Justin snaked his tongue under the ballsack and found the smallest bit of exposed buttcrack. He slid the tip of his tongue in and then worked it up to the taint, soaking and swirling the hair, pressing against that most hidden point on a man's body. He pressed his tongue hard against the taint while he massaged and tugged the dense boy ballsack in one hand. Justin came up for air and looked to see Shawn's eyes not closed and daydreaming, but wide and intent on Justin's actions.
Justin grabbed the base of the shaft with his fingertips and used it to point the thick, throbbing dick closer to his face. His lips slid over the taut dickhead and immediately made their way down. Justin dropped inch after inch, making sure to wet every bit of the shaft with his lips and tongue on the way. Pubes tickled his nose as he started to reach his limit. With one final push his nose pressed through the bush and found skin. Justin had the entirety of Shawn Mendes' dick in his mouth, the majority of it down his throat, which was spasming at the invasion. He felt the warm familiarity of long, strong fingers on his throat.
Shawn let his fingers linger on Justin's throat. He felt the small throbbing of his dick in Justin's throat, so close to his touch but fully engulfed in an indescribably euphoric, hot and wet throat. Justin's fingers were soon laying over and in between Shawn's finger. He started moving up and down, keeping a part of Shawn's dick in his mouth at all times, deep throating it again and again. It expanded with each intake, and both their fingers reveled in the satisfaction. A few minutes passed before Justin finally removed the cock from his mouth.
"Come on, big boy," Justin smirked, licking all over the head like a lollipop. "Have your way."
Shawn saw just how vulnerable Justin was. His machismo was starting to kick in, and he wanted to make Justin his toy, just as Justin had done with so many other boys. First Shawn grabbed Justin's head. He guided it back onto his dick and held it in place. Shawn started bucking up and down, slowly at first, and then more wildly once he realized just how skilled and willing Justin's throat was. So fervent was his face fucking that his balls bounced up and down with each thrust, slapping against Justin's chin.
Shawn rose to his feet, Justin's head still in his hands. Back and forth he pistoned, jabbing his dickhead against the back of Justin's throat. This was enough to cause some gagging from Justin. He spit involuntarily against the invasion. Spittle stuck in Shawn's bush and dripped down his ballsack. On instinct Shawn took both of his forefingers and hooked them in either end of Justin's mouth. He spread those pretty lips apart and pounded away with even more power behind every thrust.
Justin loved the fishhooks in his mouth. A guy had never done that to him before. He was in heaven, taking Shawn's dick, tasting his precum in the back of his throat, licking greedily at the tip and the shaft and even the fingers when he could. He opened his eyes wide and pointed them upwards. Shawn was looking down at him, his brow furrowed in sex fever, his mouth gnarled animalistically, his eyes focused on his conquest and his throat expelling guttural masculine grunts.
Justin brought his hands up to Shawn's butt. It was round and firm and slightly furry. He squeezed and pinched and even dared to smack the globes. It only motivated Shawn more. Keeping one hand on Justin's head, he grabbed his shaft with the other. He used it to smack Justin's face with his heavy dick, the wetness spreading a sheen over the smooth pretty boy's cheeks and chin and nose. Justin's eyes were glazed over in ecstasy. He loved the feeling of the fat cock beating against his face. He let Shawn push him down so he could drop his balls onto his face. Shawn smothered him with the large sack, but Justin left his mouth wide open with his tongue sticking out. Each ball or the entire sack dropped into Justin's warm mouth, and his desperate tongue once again found the hairy taint it so desired.
Justin took a hand off Shawn's ass so it could expertly start jerking Shawn's hard, but ignored, cock. He squeezed and tugged and swirled with his hand, working the wet dick with his nimble hands. Every few strokes he glided his fingers over the tip, collecting whatever precum had gathered and using it to further slick and jerk Shawn's dick.
"Fuck, I'm getting close," Shawn said.
At that Justin pulled himself up from under Shawn's balls. He started jerking at the base of the dick and engulfed the other half in his mouth. His lips moved on and off the dickhead, along the shaft all the way to his hand. His tongue smoothed over Shawn's mushroom head, which was clearly becoming more engorged with each stroke. Justin started moaning on the dick, and with his free hand he grabbed Shawn's balls. He caressed them and felt them tightening. A finger found and starting tickling and pressing at Shawn's taint.
"Fuck..." Shawn muttered.
"Mmmmm," Justin groaned, working hard to bring Shawn release.
"I'm gonna cum!" Shawn said directly but low, and he felt himself tightening all over.
The heat spread from his loins and tensed his entire body. He grabbed Justin's head both to steady himself and feed the older boy. The cum shot forth to coat the back of Justin's throat, three times, like globulus rockets of hot thick boy spunk, and then it leaked. Justin let it sit on his tongue, rubbed it against the roof of his mouth, all the while slow-stroking Shawn's fully engorged dick so he could squeeze out every last drop offered. The load was massive and delicious. Justin wanted to taste more, and so he kept on going, working the dick more and more, even as it softened, his tongue pushing into the piss slit to pull out even the tiniest remnants of Shawn's cum.
Suddenly Shawn's dick pulled from Justin's mouth, but only because he leaned over to grab Justin under the arms and pull him up to his feet. Shawn crooked his neck down so he could press his lips against Justin's in a hard, rough, invading kiss. Shawn pushed his tongue into Justin's mouth, exploring it, swirling it around Justin's tongue, not caring that he could feel and taste his own cum. It was exciting, actually, and pretty tasty, and so he let the kiss continue. He trailed one hand down Justin's front, and the other down his back. One hand slipped under the waistband to grab Justin's cock, and the other slipped under to grab his ass.
Shawn squeezed the perky and smooth cheek, squeezed it so hard his fingers surely left imprints. He pulled his hand back as far as he could against the waistband before bringing it back for a true, rough, stinging spank. Shawn's other hand found Justin's hard dick. It was at its full eight inches, about the girth of a peeled banana, but so straight and smooth it was extremely easy to stroke from any angle. Shawn tugged it downward, his hand moving over the head with ease and collecting precum with each stroke. Justin must have been jerking it while he was on his knees, using the same trick as his German fucktoy, for his dick was already slick with spit and precum.
Shawn's finger found Justin's tight entrance. He couldn't feel a single hair around it, so smooth was his ass. This drove Shawn crazy. He could feel his dick starting to engorge again. His tongue continued assaulting Justin's mouth, his hand jerking Justin's dick, his other pressing against his hole. It was dry but puckering, clearly excited by the stimulation it received. Justin fell into Shawn as Shawn's larger frame pushed against him, pushed him backward until eventually his back hit a wall. Shawn pressed all of his weight against the smaller boy, pinning him in place, truly controlling him.
Justin felt himself starting to tingle, to quiver against the bigger boy's tall, muscular body. He knew his orgasm was nearing, and that it was going to be an incredibly sloppy and sexy mess. Shawn had a finger deep in Justin's ass and others pressing at the entrance. Justin started to moan, all the while his mouth entwined with Shawn's. He was moaning, whimpering even, into Shawn's mouth. Shawn continued his assault, pressing the rest of himself into Justin so that now he could feel Shawn's dick back at full mast, stabbing Justin in his flat, hard gut.
This sent Justin over the edge. He went weak enough in the knees that he might have collapsed had Shawn not had him pinned. His cock head was rubbing against his pants when he orgasmed, and so his cum shot into the fabric of his gray trackies. The orgasm was intense, the cum thinner than Shawn's and not as white, but equal in quantity. In the end Shawn pulled his finger out of Justin with a pop. He pulled his hand, coated in cum, from Justin's pants. He kept himself pressed against the older idol and felt the dampness in his pants, the bulge of his softening cock, still impressively sized for being flaccid.
Shawn brought both hands to his face. He sniffed the finger that had been in Justin's ass, and playfully let his eyes roll to the back of his head. He stuck a finger from his other hand into his mouth and sucked off Justin's cum. First he let Justin taste his own ass, letting the older boy swirl his tongue around Shawn's finger. Then Shawn fed the rest of Justin's cum to him, letting him suck it off each finger in turn. By that time Justin's hand had started fondling Shawn's hard cock again.
"Boys are the best," Justin said. "Already hard again."
"Young, hung, and full of cum," Shawn said with a kiss. "I want to fuck you."
"You're an animal," Justin said between kisses. "A beast..."
"And you're a slut," Shawn joked with a smile.
"I've only let one guy fuck me," Justin informed him.
"Me, in your dreams?"
A knock came from the door, and Shawn's manager shouted through it, "Shawn, you ready for the club? Car's waiting for you."
Shawn had turned his head to listen. Justin had started nibbling and sucking Shawn's earlobe.
"Think we're just gonna go back and hang at the hotel," Shawn decided.
"Got it. Your limo will be outside."
"Who said I wanted to go back to the hotel with you?" Justin whispered with a tongue in Shawn's ear. "Will you make it worth it for me?"
"You can suck my dick all night. Maybe even eat my ass. Maybe I'll suck your dick. You could even get fucked by this big cock if you're lucky," Shawn pressed it hard into Justin.
"You had me at `you can suck my dick all night,'" Justin said. "I'll take the rest, too, though."
Both boys had already known Justin would be going with Shawn. They knew they wouldn't sleep much that night, if at all. They started getting dressed, horsing around and kissing and making small talk all the while. Once dressed and packed, they left to start their first night together.