This story is a short. For Chapter 5, there will be 5 short stories.
You guys wanna know what I saw in Europe? I saw Jim Morrison's grave, the Eiffel Tower, the Louvre, the Mona Lisa, Winged Victory, Pompeii, a volcano erupt, riots, the SmartCar designed by Swatch and made by Mercedes, Notre Dame, the Vatican, the Sistine Chapel, the Collesium, the Aquaducts, tons of Roman ruins, and a whole lot more! I went to France, Spain, and Italy. I rule. :)
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This story was assisted in being written by the song, "Simultaneous" by Isaak Hayes. It's on the Chef Aide -- South Park C/D. I recommend you listen to this song for a good laugh.
DISCLAIMER
This story isn't supposed to imply anything about the members of Nsync or anyone else involved in the story. This is all made up. In better English, IT'S NOT REAL! If you're too young in your area or it's illegal, then leave. If homosexual themes offend you then you may want to leave as well.
Chapter 5--Short 3
"You know who I would have sex with?" I blurted out suddenly one night after JC had just given me a VERY fine blow job. I know it was the worst timing, but I have bad timing by nature. I'm blunt. Sorry.
"Uh... who?" His voice sounded confused, and a tad pissed.
"Bryan Adams. He has one of the most awesome voices. I just.. orgasm hearing him!"
JC scoffed.
"And Eminem!"
"EMINEM!? Holy, fuck, Lance!"
"He sounds cute! I bet he would be a really dominate top!"
"Aren't I dominate enough?" I giggled. He was getting jeeeeealouuuuus!
"Brian Littrel! I bet HE'D be really gentle, and like, WORSHIP my body!"
Another scoff. This one more annoyed.
"Who else? Oh yeah! Brian McKnight!"
"Do you like Brian's or something?"
"Eminems a Marshal."
"So?"
This was too much! I scooted up farther on the bed, and laid out flat and relaxed, running my fingers over my stomach. I knew JC was watching me. Probably all hungry for more 'me.'
"Who else, Lance?"
"Hmm. Paul McCartney!"
"HE'S, like, 80!"
"Fifty two, thank you very much! I think he's got a fantastic voice. He can't be too bad looking. OH! AND DAVID BOWIE!"
I heard a slapping sound. JC smacked himself in the head.
"David Bowie is bisexual."
"Ooo!"
"And married."
"COOL!"
"To a woman."
"Oh. Well, he's just not being true to himself."
"Whatever, Lance." He ran his fingers across my stomach a few times like I was doing. "What brought all this on?"
"Brought what on?"
"Wanting to have sex with all these guys?"
"Hehe. You're so funny when your jealous."
"Yes. I'm jealous. I SO think you have a chance with Paul McCartney and David Bowie, and Eminem, and and... well, I forget the rest."
"Brian McKnight, Brian Littrel, Bryan Adams..."
"Yeah. The 'Brians.' Forgot those."
"But you know who I really wanna have sex with that has the most AMAZING voice, and I bet he is sooooo hot, and I just want him to fuck me so bad everytime I hear his voice?"
"Chris?"
"I'm sorry, I don't have sex with pixies. That boy has the most pointed features. Haha. I think I made a pun!"
"A bad one, babe. Now, let's see, Justin?"
"Great. A whiner. Someone just like me. No, thanks!"
"Okay, Joey?"
"Hmm.. You know, I bet he would be really fun to have sex with. Really dominate, big dick. He's so cuddly!"
"Okay, now really, who?"
"You."
He burst out laughing. I don't see what's so funny.
"What?"
"That was so corny, Lance!" I could feel him manuevering around on the bed. He was now on top of me. "But you know what?" I shook my head. "I'm glad you picked me over everyone else. Let me be your 'Brians," your Bowie, your Eminem, and you McCartney all in one." He spread my legs a little, and climbed between them.
"You know what, Josh?"
"Hmm?"
"I think I just want to have sex with one person..." I gasped when I felt him move inside. "You!"
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