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I woke up the next morning and looked around the empty bed. I was lying on my back and decided to roll onto my stomach to try to hide from the light coming in the windows. I heard the door open and footsteps to the bed. I could feel Justin sitting on the edge of the bed as he put his hand on my shoulder.
"Jason, wake up." Justin whispered. Justin squeezed my shoulder tenderly and spoke again "you're tense."
With that Justin straddled my body and sat on my lower back as he began to massage my shoulders and back. I responded by moaning in pleasure. The feeling of Justin's hands massaging and running up and down my back was sensational. It was really relaxing.
"We have to get going," Justin said interrupting my bliss.
"Where?" I asked.
"I have to go to the studio for a few minutes and then I thought we could finally get up to your cabin this afternoon." Justin said hopefully.
"You still want to go," I remarked rather stunned.
"Yeah. Just you and me." He remarked still rubbing my shoulders. He rolled off me and to the foot of the bed. "Do you want to go with me to the studio?"
"I am tattooing you to my hip until we get to my cabin. You get packing and I get ready to go." I said getting up. I walked into the adjoining bathroom and started to shower. I quickly finished my shower and climbed out to dry off. I walked out into Justin's bedroom in the towel searching the floor for my clothes. After a few minutes I found my clothes and put them on to get going. Justin put his bag into the trunk of the Cuda and we drove to the studio.
We walked into the studio and Justin was immediately asked if he was all right and how they prayed for him and all that. He walked into the manager's office and I waited outside. I waited for about fifteen minutes. Then he came out and we went back to my house. Justin didn't like the idea of the Cuda sitting at the airport so he called a limo service. It wasn't a stretch limo, just a four-door car that looked really nice.
"Jason, how exactly do we get to your cabin?" Justin asked as we walk through the terminal. He had a hat and sunglasses on so no one would see him. I didn't always work, but what you gonna do.
"Well, we are flying to Denver, then we rent a car and drive north for about and hour. Well come to a small town and drive east another half-hour." I explained.
"Cool," He said as we boarded. The flight went well, no troubles. We landed at Denver and hunted to down our bags and a rental car. I told the lady to get us a SUV. It would help. As I told Justin we drove north for about an hour and arrived at this little town. It had a real weird name. It had to do with Indians or something. Anyway, we were both getting somewhat hungry, so we stopped at this little restaurant and had some late lunch. Justin walked in with out his glasses or hat and no one noticed him. He loved it.
"I can't believe this. This is so cool." Justin said as we sat down at a table.
"Well some peoples lives do not revolve around you guys." I remarked. We had a descent lunch and gathered a few groceries as we continued to the cabin. We pulled off the paved road and up this dirt road back into the woods. Justin looked at the trees and surveyed the passing surroundings. After a few miles we arrived to an intersection we I pulled onto another road and drove for about fifteen minutes until I pulled onto another road that lead to a huge cabin. The log cabin was two stories and even had a garage. There was snow on the ground as we were up in the mountains, and it was that time of year. I pulled into the garage and started to unload the bags out of the back.
"Holy shit. I knew you had a cabin, but I wasn't expecting this." Justin said looking around the cabin and the grounds.
"I am glad, now help me with all this stuff would ya." I asked carrying stuff into the cabin. The cabin wasn't too bad at all. It was more like a house way out in the country rather than a cabin. It had running water, bathroom facilities, a satellite dish, the whole nine yards. We walked into the house from the garage and into the hallway. I continued through a door that led to the kitchen and unloaded most of the groceries on the counter. Justin had wanted to stay all week. I thought it was strange, but that's what he wanted. We finished putting the groceries away and started to unpack our clothes. I only had one dresser, so we shared it. I grabbed some firewood from the basement after I started the generator and started a fire in the fireplace in the living room. I was sitting on the end of the couch when Justin came down stairs and sat next to me. He lay down on the couch and used my leg for a pillow. I stroked his hair as I looked for a descent channel on the TV.
"Turn the TV off. I didn't come up here to watch TV, I came up here to spend time with you." Justin said sitting up and leaning against me. I turned off the television and grabbed him and guided him onto my lap. Justin sat on my lap as we kissed. After the kiss was broke we both gazed into the fire, watching the flames as the fire crackled. After a few minutes, my coat rack started ringing.
"Justin, you brought your cell phone." I said disgusted. I was actually surprised the thing worked all the way out here.
"JC made me bring it," Justin said in defense as he went to answer the phone. "Hello, oh ok."
Justin walked over and handed me the phone. I took it and looked at Justin as I answered it.
"Yeah," I said still disappointed. "Hey JC, what...everything.... All right, thanks."
I hung up the phone and tossed it to Justin. I sat back against the corner of the couch and covered my face with my hands as Justin sat the phone on the corner table.
"What's wrong Jason?" Justin asked concerned about what little he heard. He didn't know what was said, but by my actions he could tell it wasn't good.
"My house exploded." I said simply.
"WHAT?" Justin asked astonished.
"Well, there was an explosion in the basement and the rest of the house caught fire and burned to the ground." I corrected myself. "Everything's gone, total loss. The house, all my stuff, the cars, everything."
I sat there trying to contemplate what happened as Justin sat next to me and put his arm around my shoulder.
"Babe, I don't know what to say. I am so sorry." He said as he guided my head towards his shoulder. I rested my head on his shoulder watching the fire. We didn't say anything to each other for quite a while. Justin sat there slowly running his hand through my hair as I rested my head on his shoulder. I kept repeating 'all my stuff, gone, destroyed.' Justin would simply comfort me and say loving things; things that made you feel better. 'You still have, I ain't leaving.' Or 'I know, but don't worry. It will be all right, you'll see'
"You know that bomb in my basement was meant for me" I said watching the fire.
"I thought about that," Justin replied. I picked my head up off Justin's shoulders and looked in to his eyes.
"Justin, I have an insurance policy out on me for a considerable amount. I want you to be the soul beneficiary. Furthermore, I am going to get a lawyer and have a will made out, you are going to receive everything." I said to him.
"Jason, I would rather have you. I don't want the money, or any of that stuff. I would rather have you around." Justin said grabbing my hand.
"I know Justin, but something might happen to me. I would feel better if I had all this stuff in order, just in case." I said to him. "All I have left is this cabin, my penthouse in New York, a rent a space in Orlando and you."
"Jason stop talking like that. You are gonna be around for a long time to come." Justin exclaimed a little scared about the way Jason was talking. I went up to the bedroom and lay down on the bed. I was tired; tired of all the bad things that seemed to be happening. I got undressed and went to sleep. Justin sat downstairs for a few minutes unsure of what had just happened. After thinking about it for a while he too went upstairs and to bed.
The nest day Justin woke up an empty bed. He got up and looked around but could not find me in the house. He got dressed and went to the garage, but the vehicle was still parked. He heard some noise out around back and went to see what it was. Justin walked out on the back porch to find me chopping firewood.
"What are you doing?" Justin asked.
"Chopping wood for the fire place. I looked this morning and I don't think there is gonna be enough for the whole week. That and I needed to get it cut up anyway. It's only been sitting here for a couple of years." I explained as I continued to cut up the wood.
"Are you all right. I mean with your house and all your stuff burned." Justin inquired.
"Yeah. I woke up this morning and thought about it. All the stuff is insured, and I would rather have the money anyway. Everything except the Cuda, I would rather have had that car than the insurance on it. Oh well, I'll find another one." I said to Justin while I still chopped wood.
"What is it about that car you like so much. I mean it is a nice car, but why do you like it so much?" Justin asked sitting down on the porch steps. I set the axe down and sat next to Justin. I had sweat gleaming from my forehead and I was in need of a drink.
"I'll make you a deal, you get me some lemonade out of the ice box and I'll tell you about the Plymouth Barracuda." I said trying to get what I could for this information. Justin got up and went for some lemonade. He returned and handed it to me. I took a gulp and rested for a minute. "The Plymouth Barracuda, of Cuda as it is usually referred to, was made from 1964 to 1974. The thing I like about the 71 is it was made on an E-style frame. It was shorter and a bit wider. The engine to have in one of those is a 426 that baby kicks some ass. You get yourself some gilled fenders and a shaker hood and you have one of the biggest, baddest, muscle cars that were ever made."
"Cool, maybe we could get on together or something. I did like that car, obviously not as much as you, but it looked cool." Justin said sipping some of my lemonade. I got back up and went back to my wood splitting. Justin got up and went inside to get around. He shot up and took a quick shower and got some clean clothes on. He came back down and I was still out back. He put his shoes on and walked back to where he'd left me.
"Can I try that?" Justin asked.
"Do you know how to chop wood. Excuse me for saying that It's doesn't looked like you've ever did anything like chopping wood." I said handing him the axe.
"Hey, you try doing all the choreography that we do and then talk to me about manual labor." Justin shot back as he started splitting wood. I sat down and watched him. After awhile of this we put what we chopped up in the house. Some went to the bin next to the fireplace and the rest went to the basement. I grabbed a tackle box off the kitchen counter and a couple of fishing rods from the closet.
"Let's try our hand at some fishing, you want to?" I asked heading to the car.
"Sure, why not." Justin remarked as he climbed into the car. I opened the garage and we headed for a small fishing hole I knew. I saw Justin was wearing shoes, I figured that much.
"You know those shoes aren't gonna help you a whole lot in the mud." I told him.
"They'll have to do, they are all a brought." He said.
"I have some boots for you in the back." I said as we pulled off the dirt road and into an open field. It was really bumpy; Justin could see why I had wanted a SUV. He arrived at this small pond in the back of the field. It was a little muddy, but not too bad. I got out and retrieved the boots I had gotten for Justin. He didn't even climb out of the car until he had switched from the shoes. The ground was soaked, you sunk down into the ground in some places. We made our way to the pond and I set down some lawn chairs for us to sit in. We sat there and fished for the whole afternoon.
"This is really nice, you and me alone. It's so peaceful out here." Justin was really enjoying the peace and quiet. We stayed there until it was dark and decided to pack it up and head home. We didn't really catch anything worth keeping, but that wasn't the point. We returned to the cabin around six or so and spent supper cuddled up on the couch. The TV was running a John Wayne marathon, so that's what we watched. After a couple of hours, we shut off the TV and I read a book out loud as Justin lay in my lap listening intently. We finally went to bed around midnight or one. We stayed up in bed making out passionately for another half-hour or so. We finally fell asleep together around two. I woke up the next morning to the aroma of bacon and eggs. I got up and walked downstairs in my underwear to Justin cooking breakfast.
"Hey sweetheart, what do you want for breakfast?" he asked kissing my on the check.
"You," I replied throwing my arms around him and kissing him on the lips. We broke the kiss and looked at each other " You know, I have a bear skin rug that's really comfortable. Feels wonderful against your bare skin."
"What about breakfast?" Justin asked.
"We can eat first if you like." I said sitting at the kitchen table with a glass on orange juice. We ate our breakfast gazing at each other with awe and admiration. I loved Justin because he was strong; we could take care of himself. I could only guess what it was about me that attracted him to me. It didn't really matter, he loved me and I knew it. We finished our food and Justin put the plates in the sink. Justin turned around as I picked him up and carried him in my arms. I carried him out of the kitchen and into the living room where there laid a thick, soft bear skin rug. I laid Justin down on the rug and we began to french kiss. I took off my underwear as he stripped off the shorts and underwear he was wearing. Our entire bodies rubbed together as we kissed. Justin rolled over so I was on the bottom and broke the kiss. He slowly moved down my body, kissing tenderly on his way down. Once he reached my hard cock, he placed his lips on my head and started to go down on my dick. Justin bobbed his head up and down furiously on my cock. I was getting close when Justin stopped. I looked down at him as he positioned himself over my straight, hard cock. Slowly Justin lowered himself down until I was all the way inside him. He stayed there for a few seconds before he started back up. Justin was bunching up and down on my groin as I slide in and out of him. After a few minutes I was about to explode when Justin sat down hard and my entire dick went inside of him as far as it could as I shot my load into his nice round ass. Justin's dick was hard and the head was covered with precum. I sat up and took his cock in my mouth while my dick was still up his ass. Justin leaned back on his hands as I sucked him off. Soon after, Justin shot his load into my awaiting mouth. I lay back down on the rug and Justin lay down next to me.
We didn't say a whole lot at first; we both relaxed and tried to catch our breath.
"This is a really comfortable rug," Justin finally spoke.
"I told you it was," I replied. We looked into one another's eyes once more and started to make out again. After a few minutes we both had hardons again. I traced my way down Justin's sexy body until I hit his crotch. I grabbed his dick and started to suck on it again. Justin seemed to enjoy the sensation, I know I loved the taste of his cock. After sucking him off I started back up. Until I was lying on top of him.
"Have you showered yet?" Justin asked.
"No, you?" I asked.
"No, let's go." Justin replied.
"I got a better idea, I have a Jacuzzi on the back porch." I said to him. He smiled as we climbed off the rug and walked out the back door. I fired up the Jacuzzis as Justin removed the lid. We sat down in the warm bubbling water holding on another close together. I had my arms wrapped around his waist and could feel his dick. I reached down and slowly jerked him off under the water. Justin leaned against my body as I pumped up and down. Justin got up and turned around so he could face me. He sat back down on my lap and grabbed my dick. We sat there jerking off each other's cocks. We kissed passionately as we did this. We spent hours in the Jacuzzi fooling around. We spent the rest of the week fooling around.
But after a week we had to return to civilization. I hated it when the plane landed in Orlando. I had to return to a burned down house and three wrecked vehicles. JC and Dale greeted us at the airport and gave us a ride back home. We stopped by what used to be my house. I walked through the rubble and burnt timbers. The cars had been towed away and what was still standing at the end of the fire was knocked down. The fire department called it overhauling.
JC and Dale dropped Justin and I off at Justin's house to unpack our stuff. Justin took his stuff to the bedroom and unpacked what he hadn't worn and took his dirty clothes to his laundry room. I left my stuff packed up, I wasn't gonna worry about it.
"Are you alright Jason?" Justin asked as he sat next to me on the couch.
"I don't know, I can't believe my house is gone." I said flipping through channels.
"Why don't we go to our rental space and look through your stuff. Maybe that will make you feel better." Justin said getting up. "C'mon, let's go."
"I don't really feel like it." I said to Justin.
"Oh C'mon. Let's go. I know you'll feel better after we drive over." He repeated pulling me off the couch. Justin dragged me out to the garage and what I saw was unbelievable. It was a 1971 Plymouth Cuda convertible with a shaker hood, gilled fenders, the color was what's called lemon twist. I popped the hood and looked over the engine it was a 426. I hadn't notice, but Dale and JC, Lance and Stan, Chris and Joey, even Justin's mom had walked into the garage. They stood there watching me look over the car.
"I don't know. I am not too sure he really likes the car Justin." Lance spoke out. My head shot up and looked over at the group. I was surprised to see them standing there and it showed because that started laughing at the reaction on my face. The car was perfect, exactly what I had told Justin at the cabin.
"I hope you like the color Jason, it was the original color of the car." Justin said hopefully.
"Not just the color, I love the whole car. This must have cost a fortune." I replied sitting in the driver's seat.
"Close, those damn things are expensive." JC replied.
"C'mon, lets go for a ride," Justin said handing me the keys. I started the car as Justin opened the garage door. I drove it down onto the street and laid rubber on the road. Justin and I drove to a rent a space centers downtown and looked over some of the things I had stashed there. I unlocked the garage door and walked in to look at some of my things.
"Here we are. Not much, but it all I got left." I replied.
"Do you mind if I look around," Justin asked not wanting to violate my privacy or anything.
"Sure, go ahead." I replied. I walked to the back corner and reached into a cooler I had sitting in the back and grabbed a soda for Justin and a bottle of bourbon from a locked cabinet next to it. I handed the pop to Justin and drank straight from the bottle of bourbon. I sat on a box in the corner and watched Justin dig through the boxes like a little kid full of curiosity.
"What's this?" Justin asked holding up a framed certificate.
"That certifies that I have gone to body guard school and that I qualify to take a bullet for what ever dip shit pays me enough." I said after swallowing more liquor.
"You'd better go easy on that stuff," Justin warned. "What's this?"
"It's a frame the holds another certificate. That one says I am a licensed Private investigator. I got all kinds of shit like that." I said putting the bottle away. I grabbed a bottle of water and started sucking that down. "You want to see something really cool,"
I walked over and started going through another box. I was pulled out a gun case and opened it up. Inside was a four-barreled shotgun. The barrel was only eighteen inches long.
"Holy shit, what's this?" Justin asked grabbing the gun.
"I had that made special." I said and I continued to show Justin how the gun worked. It had a selector on top and two triggers. Justin loved the gun. He set that in the back seat of the car. Planing to take it home.
"Do you want to put some of this in the car and take it home" Justin asked.
"I don't have a home." I replied.
"Well I thought that you could just stay with me." Justin said with hesitation and hope.
"You did," I said looking at him with a grin. "I guess we could try it."
Justin grinned from ear to ear and started loading boxes in the trunk and back seat of my new Cuda. We didn't get all of the stuff, but most of it and headed to the house. By the time we got home and unloaded the Cuda it was suppertime. We called everyone and went out for supper. We had a nice time, the food was good, and the company was great. After we left the restaurant everyone went to JC and Dale's house to hang out. We stayed there for a good while. Stan had transferred form Miami to Orlando and moved in with Lance. I didn't see the smarts in that being they would be out of town most of the time. Justin and I finally went home around ten. We stayed up for a half-hour or so and went to bed.
I woke up the next day to an empty bed and note on the kitchen counter. Justin had gone to the studio and would return sometime tonight. I decided to get the rest of my stuff from the rent a space and moved it into Justin's house. By the time he got home I had the house cleaned and supper on the table. Justin was really impressed. We sat down and ate supper before going to watch some TV. As we sat on the couch to watch TV Justin got my attention.
"Jason, what are you gonna do know. Do you have any jobs lined up?" Justin asked.
"Justin I don't know if being your bodyguard is a good idea, besides you have Chip." I said cutting to the chase.
"You don't bet around the bush," Justin remarked.
"No I don't," I said.
"Why not? Chip doesn't care who he protects as long as he gets paid." Justin said in defense. "JC is asking Dale and Lance is asking Stan."
"You expect them to give up their jobs to protect you guys. And on top of that, are they licensed?" I asked.
"Stan's in the marshal's service so he doesn't have to be, Dale I am not sure of." Justin recounted.
"What did they say?" I asked.
"I don't know, what's it matter." Justin asked.
"Call JC and Lance. Tell them to have Dale and Stan stop over here for lunch tomorrow." I requested. "I think we should talk about it first."
Justin called Lance and JC and did as I asked and never brought it up again.
We went to bed that night and never spoke about it. The next day was the same routine. I woke to an empty bed and a not on the kitchen counter. Dale and Stan stopped by at noon and I had lunch all done. It wasn't much, just tomato soup and grilled cheese sandwiches. We ate lunch and started discussing the options.
"I think it wouldn't be all that bad. I could JC a lot more and still be doing something I would enjoy." Dale said.
"I don't think any of us like the idea of the guys leaving and not being back for months on end." I said to them.
"I wouldn't mind being a bodyguard. The marshal's service is starting to suck anyway. I was promoted to a desk job that I hate. I would rather be a line man working up front. I hate desk jobs." Stan expressed.
"What about Chris and Joey, whose gonna protect them?" I asked.
"Chip is protecting Joey, they get along great. I think Chris hired some chick to be his bodyguard." Dale replied.
"Can you see Chris smart mouthing that girl and seeing her knock the shit out of him," I said laughing at the thought. This was greeted with laughs from Dale and Stan both.
"I think we should try it and see what it's like. The worst that can happen is we could quit, get fired of shot." Stan remarked.
"Getting shot or shot at doesn't really bother me. I'm used to it by now." I remarked jokingly.
"Then let's try it and see what happens" Stan replied.
"Why not, it's worth a try." Dale replied.
"All right. Let's go to the studio and do what ever we have to." I said. "We can take the Cuda."
We went down to the studio and the person that we were to talk to was in a meeting with the guys, so we waited outside. After a few minutes, a man asked us to come in. We walked into the room and Justin and the rest of the guys were sitting on a couch and in some chairs. There was another couch open so we sat on that on. Chip and this new lady where there as well. We shook hands with everyone in the room. For the next hour we were discussing the terms of our employment. The guy didn't really ask us why we wanted the job, I guess the guys already talked with them about it. He gave us the job without to much trouble. I think Justin had a lot to do with it, but I'm just guessing.
That's how it was, I was Justin's bodyguard. I went with him everywhere. Dale, Stan, Chip, Laura (Chris's bodyguard), and I protected the guys known as Nsync. We all loved it, every minute of it.
The End. I hope everyone enjoy reading the story as much as I enjoyed writing it. I was thinking about writing another one, but I am not sure. I would like to know what you think, Should I write another story? I could always make time to write another story. I was thinking of writing on for the college section, let me know if you think I should or not. Thanks again, Jason.