Disclaimer: This story is about young men having sex together. If that's not your thing or you're too young to read it, please leave now. The author has written this purely as a work of erotic fantasy fiction, and implies no specific knowledge of the celebrity personalities who are described. Enjoy!
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The Timberlake Effect 2
I stared at my phone for what seemed to be an eternity. I think back on the past few moments and I can't believe what I did. "That phone call, Miller." I hear myself say. I can't comprehend the situation. "How did he know?"
About half an hour after the phone call, I concluded that there's something much bigger going on. My preferences couldn't have changed that easily. I realize that I am still naked sitting on my warm sweat-filled bed sitting with my back away from the window. Sitting on my legs with my back upright, I'm surprised to find my legs have fallen asleep. I adjust immediately but fall down on to my pillow. My eyes close as I uncontrollably lay my head.
My nostrils flare as I begin to take a breath to cleanse my mind of all that's happened. Then, a pungent smell inhibits my air paths, flowers and soap is what this reminds me of. It puts a smile to my face. As I open my eyelids, I find a spot next to me on my pillow. I now realize that it's my sperm from earlier that had almost started to dry up. My eyes grew wide, I think to myself asking, <why am I smiling. Why is this bringing such joy to me?>
What surprised me even more was the unconscious action that followed immediately; my tongue shot out and licked the spot. It lapped it up as fast as possible and stopped only when I almost tore a hole in the pillowcase. I was acting upon instinct. This isn't the Justin I know I am. This isn't me.
I get a hold of myself. I run into the restroom and stare into the mirror. What I find is that my cock is standing at it's full 7.5"length. My veins are like bulging out like, snakes wrapping around my manhood. I grab it, and slowly start to pull. <It feels a little off though,> I think to myself. <It feels fuller. Is my girth larger,> I wondered as I continue the play.
The precome starts again. I feel the moistness and suddenly another electric shock runs through my body. I stand still, I stop pulling, stop grunting and firmly stop everything, stopped dead in my tracks. I ask myself out loud, "What's going on with you?" Looking at myself in the mirror, I am in awe at the person standing in front of me. I seem to have lost myself entirely, I am not the same southern gentleman as before. What's going on?
I run into the shower stall. I turn the cold water on. I stay underneath the arctic blasts of water hoping to come down from the jolt of excitement. I breathe deep as I let the jets of ice water hit my back. I wash my face and try not to touch my torso or my legs in fear of my becoming heated again. As I stand under the shower I realize how large this shower room is. It seems too big for one person. It never bothered me before, Jessica and I have shared great times here. I heard myself say" I can have about four to five guys in here. " I thought to myself, <did I say guys?>
Once I thought of Biel though, I became worried. She's the most refreshing thing in my life right now. Should I tell her? Maybe she can help, although, I can't seem to remember the last time I spoke to her. She didn't even sleep over last night. How strange. I've gotta call her.
Once the excitement dropped, I grabbed a towel and quickly dried off. I didn't dry my hair too much since I love to keep it buzzed short. There simply wasn't much to dry. I ran to the closet. I put on some boxer-briefs and immediately put some jeans over them. I grabbed the closest shirt I could find. I heard a grumbling noise. It was my stomach, hungry for sustenance.
Once I got into the kitchen. I grabbed a bowl from the shelf. I looked inside the cupboard and grabbed my favorite cereal of the week Ôhoney bunches of oats.' I took a couple of pieces in my palm and chucked it into my mouth. It tasted sweet but it was missing something that would balance the flavor. I couldn't think of it. I searched in the fridge for milk. I found the gallon and as I opened it, I swear that it wasn't what I wanted. I put it back in the fridge. I was a little anxious now. I wanted something and I couldn't tell what it could be.
I stopped and stared at a bunch of bananas. That's what I want. I grabbed one and peeled the skin. I grabbed a spoon and started to slice it into unto the cereal. I don't know what got into me, but I wanted to bite the banana. I brought it to my lips and I nibbled at the remaining tip. My heart started pounding. I could feel that this wasn't enough. I licked the banana a little. Then I did something that I'm sure I've never done before. I stuck the remaining banana, maybe half a length in my mouth and swallowed it whole. I was surprised that I was able to swallow it all. I grabbed another one and without taking the skin off, I started to suck it. I placed the end on a counter and I started to go up and down it's length of the fruit.
I found myself obsessed with the fruit that I was choking on it not wanting to give up on it at all. I raised my legs one at a time placing my whole body on the counter concentrating on giving head to the banana. That wasn't enough for me though. I eyed the remaining bunch. I had to have them all, I thought to myself. Before I grabbed them, I unzipped my pants. I lowered them to my ankles and tore my boxer-briefs off. I reached for the remaining bananas while using my other arm to stick the lathered banana from my mouth into my asshole. I forced it in my chute for about it's ?'s length. I gobbled the other bananas into my mouth.
I felt a vibrating force from my pants that were located around my ankles. I didn't care, I was in a trance sucking and filling myself. The vibrations didn't stop. It continued for a minute and a half. It was overwhelming, the length in my ass, the stretch of my mouth and the earth shattering vibrations attacking me all at the same time, assisting me in releasing a fresh cream onto the counter. It spread all over the place. I shook with great tremors. I couldn't help it any more. I had truly changed.
I smelled that same scent from earlier. The juice that came out of me was the perfect ingredient in my cereal. That's what I was looking for. That's what I needed. I got off the table and ran for the cereal bowl. I slowly put it next to the counter and gently swiped all my jizz onto the cereal. After I guided it all in, I grabbed the spoon and mixed it in. I was so happy when that first bite of cum and oats exploded on my tongue. Cum n' oats, Food never tasted this good before.
When I came around to myself again. I had finished the bowl. It was totally empty. It seems that I had licked the bowl clean. I didn't care. I was so happy and full of unexplainable bliss.
Suddenly a knock resounded from the front door of the house. I was scared, <did someone hear me just now? I couldn't have been that loud? Could I? > My pants around my ankle started to vibrate again. "Shit my cellphone!" I picked it up and saw there were 8 missed calls, all from W. Miller. Though the most recent vibration was due to a text.
Miller writes, "It seems you're busy, probably having breakfast. Cum and honeybunches of oats? Your fave right? Well Sorry I couldn't be there but I left you something from me. Open the front door."
How the hell does he know what I'm doing? I don't even know what's gotten into me? I don't know who I am anymore. What's wrong with this... A knock again is heard.
I pull my pants up and run towards the door. I peek through the peephole and I see someone there. Not Miller but,
"Hey Justin, It's Chris, Chris Evans. I know we haven't met but I have a delivery for y---"
I opened the door to Chris Evans. He rushed in as if there was gunfire outside. I said, "Nice to meet ya, bro."
"What took you so long to open the door, Timberlake?" He said as he immediately walked to a couch. "I have a delivery for ya from Miller!"
"How do you know about this, are you involved in this shit?" I ask fervently.
Standing, he leans on the couch his back towards me. Evans turns his head around and says, "Relax, you should have some breakfast first."
Silence.
"Oh, so I see you've had some. Cum and oats? That's what he said was your favorite." Evans elaborated.
I couldn't help but be frozen in shock and anger. I was so at a loss for words.
Evans immediately says, " Hold on." With one motion his finger loosens his jeans and they fell to around his ankles. He's not wearing any underwear. He spreads his legs apart and lets a sigh out. I see his asshole open to release a creamy ooze. It slowly creeps down his fairly hairy ass to his fully furry legs.
"Is that,cum?" I ask in terror.
"Yeah Justin it is. " I see that satisfied look of his. He looks happy whilst what looks like a liter of cum flows from his ass down to his calf.
"Is it Millers?" I ask.
Chris smiles and nods yes.
"Is it for me?" Evans just chuckles at my confusion. "Can I..." I start to say.
"Justin, it's not just Miller's, I've been fucked by a few other friends of yours. It's like a shake in there. " Chris says proudly. "Mainly Miller's though, he cums a lot." He adds.
"I need it." I hear myself say these words but I can't stop. "Please I have to have it." I speak quietly.
"How bad?" He plainly asks as the juice trickles even lower touching the back of his left knee.
"I don't..." I stumble to answer, still shaking. My mind and body are in direct conflict. I think to myself <Why? Why do I want cum so bad? Why am I pleading for something that I've never imagined? I can't stop my body from moving towards Evans' ass.>
"Such a waste isn't it if you don't really want it."
I don't know what I was doing, but I started to go down to my knees and started to crawl towards Evan's ass. "I want it so bad, please Chris can I eat it out of your ass. Please." I start to pant like a dog, breathing heavily.
He looks at me silently. We stare for what seems to be an eternity. He breaks the silence saying, "ya don't have to get so serious about it. It's a gift for you. I'm just the packaging. Go right ahead."
All my anger and shock disappear. Giddiness and joy fill my heart as I pounce on his calf. I lick and lap up all the Miller juice I can take from the bottom all the way to Chris' asshole. I licked over and over again to ensure that I'm not letting a single drop fall to waste.
I couldn't help but hum as I swish Miller's cum in my mouth .
Evans turns to me and asks "Bro, are you humming while you're eating my ass?"
I didn't really hear him though since my heart was pounding and my tongue was licking away. The flavors swirl in my mouth, it really is a shake. I can see myself happily lapping cum up and I know that I shouldn't be enjoying this. I realize I'm not in control of myself anymore, but now I wonder why am I the happiest that I've ever been?
To be continued...
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