This story is 100% fictional. It's going to involve a lot of different celebs. I don't know anyone I write about and everything you're about to read came out of my own horny mind. It never happened. If you like this story, please write to me. I'm only going to put time into it if I know there's a reason to. Thanks.
He glanced at himself again in the dingy mirror, carefully turning his head from side to side. He was almost certain that no one would recognize him in the dark glasses and the baseball hat that was pulled down low on his forehead.
Still, there was the danger of being recognized. Or, worse, the danger of being caught. The thought terrified him, but at the same time, it was all part of the thrill. Without the fear of being got, what he was doing wouldn't be such an incredible rush.
The door opened and he looked into the mirror and watched someone walk in. It was a guy who looked to be in his early 20's. He had dark, shaggy hair which was hanging down in his eyes. He had a slim build and was wearing baggy jeans and a Nirvana T-shirt.
Lance felt a rush of excitement flood through his body when the other man blatantly checked out his ass before going into a stall and closing the door behind him.
Lance counted to ten slowly in his mind, his pulse racing and his dick getting hard in his jeans. Part of his mind tried to talk him out of what he was about to do. 'They caught George Michael, they'll catch you, too, one of these days,' an inner voice whispered. Lance knew this was true and he knew the scandal would be much worse for him and for the other guys in his group than it had been for George.
He knew this and most of the time, knowing this worked. It kept him from putting on the glasses and hat and going to the park. But he couldn't always resist. Sometimes, he just craved the feeling of excitement, of living on the edge. He could get cock any time he wanted. There were people who discreetly arranged such things in the pop world. And many times he'd taken advantage of the services. But it was never the same. He needed the rush and the danger sometimes, when he got tired of being the good little southern boy with a sensible head on his shoulders.
After counting slowly to himself, Lance went into the stall next to the one the other guy was using. He'd checked things out before hand and knew that there was a glory hole cut in the wall between the stalls, perfect for his desires.
Lance sat down on the toilet and coughed softly. He waited for a few seconds, and when nothing happened, he coughed a little more forcefully.
He'd almost given up hope when suddenly the head of an erect cock appeared through the glory hole. It began to slide slowly forward and Lance's mouth started to water in anticipation. He reached out and wrapped his hand around it, pulling it the rest of the way through the hole.
"Suck it, bitch," the words were whispered so softly that Lance almost couldn't hear them, but hear them he did and they put a smile on his face and made his dick throb in his jeans.
He stroked the cock slowly for a few seconds, appraising it with his eyes. It was about six inches, not too thick but not pencil thin, either. How would it taste, Lance wondered. Only one way to find out!
Leaning forward, he wrapped his lips around the head and heard a soft groan from the man in the other stall. He slowly pushed forward until his nose was pressed against the wall of the stall and the cock was buried deep in his throat.
He went to work quickly, bobbing his head up and down on the stranger's dick, swirling his tongue around the tip, occasionally pulling off to lick up and down it's length like it was a lollipop.
He listened to the other man's moans and breathing, and he could tell after awhile that he was getting close to exploding. While holding the dick in one hand and sucking greedily on it, Lance reached down and unzipped his own pants. He wasn't wearing any underwear beneath them. He knew that easy access was important in such situations.
Stroking himself with one hand and sucking dick for all he was worth, Lance Bass was soon rewarded with the strangled cry of delight from this hot stranger in a Nirvana shirt and a burst of hot, salty jizz in his mouth. He savored the taste and then swallowed as he felt his own release arrive.
The cock was pulled back through the glory hole and Lance heard a zipping sound, followed by the slamming of the stall door and then the bathroom door. The stranger was gone, without even saying thanks. Lance felt cheap and used, another part of the experience that he secretly craved and enjoyed.
Lance brought his own hand to his mouth, cleaning up the cum from his own orgasm before zipping his own pants and going to wash his hands. He looked at himself in the mirror again and smiled as he wondered what the Nirvana fan would think if he knew he'd just been blown by a guy in a boy band.
"Wake up, sleepyhead," the words were whispered softly in his ear. He groaned a little as he was pulled from the world of dreams back into the world of reality. But when he opened his eyes and saw the face looking down at him, he was glad to be awake.
"Morning. I missed you while I was sleeping," he whispered.
"Why? Wasn't I in your dreams? You're always in mine," the other man in his bed whispered back.
"It's never the same. We can't do this in a dream," he paused to bring his mouth to his companions and kiss him deeply.
"Mmmm. I see your point. Did you have fun last night?"
"What part of last night? The party was boring without you there. I didn't have any fun. But coming home and finding you waiting for me in my bed, completely naked, now that was fun!" Josh smiled, stretching his arms above his head.
"I'm glad you came home when you did. I was getting a little chilly," Jeff grinned. "But you knew just how to warm me up, didn't you?"
"Always. That's why I'm your boy," Josh said as he ran his hand slowly down's Jeff's muscular chest.
"Your my boy?" Jeff asked, feigning surprise.
"Always and forever," Josh sighed happily.
"That's right. You're my boy and I'm your man," Jeff said as he began to kiss Josh's neck.
"My big strong man who knows how to give me everything I need," Josh whispered into Jeff's ear.
"You know it." Jeff began kissing his way down Josh's body, pausing to gently bite and suck his nipples before traveling farther down. He took his lover's hard dick in his mouth and sucked on it's head for a few minutes while Josh moaned and softly ran his fingers through his hair.
Then he moved on, sucking gently on Josh's balls and then raising his legs up in the air to gain access to his sweet, tight hole. Josh cried out as Jeff's tongue invaded him, finding just the right spots to touch and tease.
"Make love to me," Josh pleaded softly after a few minutes of heavenly rimming.
Jeff didn't need to be asked twice. He placed Josh's legs on his shoulders and the head of his cock against his hole. He moved slowly forward, pressing himself inside. He watched Josh's face scrunch up in pain and then smooth out as it faded and was replaced by pleasure.
Josh opened his eyes, signaling Jeff that he was ready. Their eyes remained locked together as Jeff thrust in and out. Josh reached up to play with his lover's incredible chest, tweaking his nipples and scratching him lightly with his finger nails, just the way he liked.
"You know what I'm doing, Josh?" Jeff asked, his words coming out in a breathless moan.
"Yes," Josh moaned back. "You're making love to me. You're making love to your boy."
"You're my boy, Josh. Always and forever. Always and forever," Jeff groaned the last words as he reached his climax, his cock buried deep in his lover's ass. He slumped forward on top of Josh, still inside of him.
"I love you," Jeff said softly.
"I love you, too," Josh whispered back as the phone next to the bed began to ring.
"Let the machine get it. I want you to stay inside me forever," Josh said, hugging Jeff close to him.
"Hi, this is Josh, I'm not in right now, but leave your name and number and I'll call you soon. Bye."
Beep. "JC? It's Joey. We have to move up today's photo shoot to eleven o'clock. I hope you get this in time. Where are you? Anyway, I'll see you there. Bye." Josh Chasez sighed and Jeff Timmons groaned in disappointment.
"Damn. I was looking forward to a little more breakfast in bed," Jeff said, thrusting his hard cock a little to drive home his point.
"There's still time," Josh pointed out with a smile as he clench his ass muscles together around Jeff's dick. "Plenty of time."
That's all for now! But if you like it, please write me at djkidnicky85@hotmail.com and let me know. That way, I'll know I should write more! :)