Do not read if you're under 18 (unless you're intelligent). Contains homosexual themes (Gasp! shock! Horror!). Story is fiction (duh), not meant to reflect on the actual lives of *Nsync (since I don't know them). If you like, write me at kumquatboy@earthlink.net
I was just having a dream that was so vivid and sexy, I woke up and wrote it down, hence this story. Hope you enjoy as much as I did.
Giddy Up (Justin/JC/Chris)
It was the night of their big HBO concert special, and the *Nsync boys were more nervous than ever. Sure, they'd already dealt with fame and even the huge screaming crowd at Madison Square Garden the nights before. They had the best selling album of all time on the week of its release, and their song "It's Gonna Be Me" had just hit No. 1 on the Hot 100 chart. But none of that mattered tonight. Everyone was going to be watching to see just how the five hotties handled themselves. It was basically the time capsule version of their show, and if they weren't absolutely perfect, no one would ever forget it.
While the other boys were pacing nervously around their dressing rooms, Justin Timberlake had it all together. He sat in front of his mirror shirtless, wearing only a pair of baggy low-slung jeans, teasing his hair with a pick for almost 15 minutes. He knew he was just going to wrap it up in a bandana anyway, but he couldn't help playing with it. He heard the crowd screaming while Pink warmed them up, and all it did was get him excited.
"I . . . rule," he said slowly and quietly to himself in the mirror as he rubbed his hands up and down his biceps. He knew that in a little while those girls were going to be screaming for him. He knew how badly they wanted him. He knew what they wanted to do with him. He stared intently into his own piercing blue eyes, running his tongue over his lips and continually stroking his arms until he felt his cock start to move around inside his pants. He was definitely going to rule.
He briefly considered jerking off before getting dressed. Nothing relaxed him more and gave him a better sense of satisfaction that watching himself slowly stoke his sizable member until it spat all over the mirror. But he had no sooner put a hand down to his crotch than a knock came at the door.
"Yeah," he hollered, "come in."
JC rushed in through the door, closed it, and leaned his back against it. Dressed only in a green silk robe, he appeared to be practically hyperventilating. Justin could see his chest heaving up and down and his face was a mixture of worry and pain.
"Justin, I think I'm gonna loose it," he rushed out between breaths.
"What? You're gonna spew?" he asked, wishing that if he were he would go do it in his own dressing room.
"I don't know! I might!" JC hollered, grasping his head in agony. When he raised his arms, the light short sleeves on his robe fell down to his shoulders, revealing his remarkably toned biceps. Justin wondered how JC had managed to keep his sexuality a secret so long. With that thin-yet-muscular body, perfect poise and especially that shiny sleeveless number he wore in the show, how could anyone not know he was gay? Oh sure, he'd told people he had a girl who was away at school, but how long was that story going to hold up?
Nonetheless, he was on the verge of tears. "I just want this to be over," he sobbed. Justin knew he couldn't let him go on stage like this, so he figured he might as well relax them both at the same time. He walked over to JC, put his hands on either side of his head and pushed his arms down to his side. He wrapped his own arms around his body and leaned the left side of his head against JC's.
"Shhhhhhhhhh," he whispered in his ear, trying to calm his tears. JC's fingers pressed into Justin's naked back, grasping for relief. This made Justin's cock jump even more, and they were so close he knew that JC must have felt it against his leg. "Just relax," Justin said almost inaudibly, causing the light breath to flow over JC's ear. His fingers loosened, and his palms finally came to rest on Justin's back, slowly and somewhat shakily moving up and down.
"That's it," Justin whispered as he ran his tongue along the lobe of JC's ear. He slowly traced the bottom tip and moved up along the side until he took the whole lobe in his moist mouth, lightly biting at it with is teeth. JC groaned quietly, somewhere between "That's perfect" and "Not again." Justin blew ever so lightly on the wet ear, sending chills down JC's spine. He shuddered slightly and his fingers again pressed into Justin's bare back.
Justin pulled his head back and then gently placed his upper lip between JC's. He pulled on his lower lip slightly and ran his tongue along it. Slowly but surely he worked his tongue into JC's mouth and began stroking the length of his tongue with his own. In a few moments JC finally responded and their tongues swirrled around each other. JC tickled the roof of Justin's mouth with the tip of his tongue causing the younger one's body to stiffen.
Justin pulled away and as he started to suck on JC's neck, he stuck a hand into his robe and gently stroked one of his nipples between his thumb and forefinger.
"Oh, Justin," JC moaned, "why do you always do this to me?"
"Why do you always let me?" he said smartly. He brought his head back up and stared JC almost menacingly in the eye, their noses touching. "Because you know you want it."
With that he pushed his mouth back onto JC's and their tongues began wrestling furiously. While Justin's left hand continued playing with JC's nipple, pinching and twisting it, he lowered his right hand and cupped it over JC's entire package. He felt his cock immediately start growing, pressing through the silk against the palm of his hand, but he kept his hand tight, slowly groping. Justin worked his middle finger down over JC's balls and gently rubbed the small area between the bottom of his balls and his ass. He knew the ecstasy that it caused, having done it to himself several times during his pre-show jerkoff sessions. The smooth cold silk running lightly over his most severe G spot caused JC's body to quiver uncontrolably, and he grasped Justin's biceps and squeezed them with all his might.
Still engrossed in a furious kiss, Justin suddenly pulled away and stared JC in the eye again. They were both breathing heavily on each other and Justin's squinted eyes gave a look of control and commandment. He let go of JC's crotch and immediately his cock sprang up and knocked into Justin's, which was dying to squirm out of his jeans. JC stared back worringly, wondering what was going to happen next. He swallowed hard and Justin suddenly dropped to his knees, tore open JC's robe, and shoved his mouth right over his cock. JC gasped greatly and his arms flailed around, looking for something to keep him from falling over in pleasure. They landed on Justin's head and he worked his fingers into the blonde beauty's tight curls. Justin was waisting no time whatsoever. He worked his mouth quickly up and down JC's 7 inches, moving his head from side to side and swirling his tongue all the way around the head. Every time he did this JC's body stiffened a little more and his grasp on Justin's locks tightened a little more. The intensity was almost too much. JC was sure he was going to cum, his fingers curled into tight fists when Justin suddenly stopped.
"Dude, lay off the hair."
JC looked down at him in shock, his jaw quivering. "Sorry," was all he managed to get out as he untangled his digits.
"Get on the couch," Justin said. JC nodded as he moved over to the lavender velvet love seat and sat down. Justin sauntered over and stood on the couch over top of him, his crotch perfectly aligned with JC's face. Justin caressed his own pecs with his hands, stiffening his nipples. He rubbed his palms all around his taught stomach and worked his fingers down into his jeans. Suddenly there was knock at the door.
JC stiffened immediately. "Who is it?" he yelled, his voice cracking with fear.
"It's me," Chris Kirkpatrick hollered back. "You okay in there, Chasez? You looked pretty bad earlier."
JC looked up at Justin fear, not knowing what to say. Justin just stared right back at him with an almost evil grin on his face as he calculatedly said, "Come on in, Christopher."
Chris came through the door. "What's going on in he. . ." he stopped at the sight before him. JC quivering on the couch, his dick at full attention, Justin standing over him. The young one now stared at Chris with his wicked smile.
"I . . . oh," Chris stammered.
"Close the fucking door!" Justin shouted with a sneer. Chris quickly did so. "Now get over here," Justin commanded.
"Justin, I don't know," Chris said, "we agreed to stop this kind of stuff a long time ago."
"Oh shut the fuck up you fuckin' sissy," Justin snapped as he climbed off the couch. "You're just as much a faggot as he is and you know it. You didn't get your tongue pierced for nothing."
"You got your tongue pierced?" JC asked, his eyes widening.
Chris couldn't help but blush and giggle a little. He'd forgotten what it was like to have Justin, almost 10 years his junior, take control of him. Justin walked over, put one hand behind Chris' head and pressed his mouth hard against his own, kissing him forcefully as he had done to JC earlier. He pulled Chris' shirt off over his head, breaking them away. As he rubbed his fingers over the small patch of hair in the middle of the eldest's chest, he licked his lips and stared at his chest appetizingly. He swooped down and grabbed one of his nipples between his teeth. Chris let out a little scream but Justin pulled back right away. He pointed at JC and said to Chris, "Now get to it."
Chris got down on his knees in front of the couch and started running the tip of his tongue around the tip of JC's cock. He ran the underside of his tongue along the very tip and fit the bottom ball of the barbell in his tongue right into the slit of JC's dick. His head snapped back, his mouth flew open and his back arched immediately. Chris took all of his cock into his mouth and started working his way up and down. JC felt the light metal ball working it's way along the underside of his cock, and it was almost more than he could take. It was an entirely new sensation, and one he wouldn't soon forget.
Justin stood back behind Chris and slowly unbuttoned his pants. JC could see his cock bulging out, practically holding the jeans up on its own. Justin gazed at him with that wry smile. While he rubbed his nipple with his left hand, his right hand worked slowly on his zipper. He took it down bit by miniscule bit. JC could tell it was getting right to the tip of Justin's cock, and as soon as it reached it the tension was released and the jeans went tumbling to his ankles. His thick 7 1/2 incher sprang up out of his red plaid boxers. While Chris continued to work on JC, the boy stared as Justin slowly raised his hand to his mouth, spit into his palm, and then brought it back down, stroking his rod.
Justin walked over to the couch and straddled Chris' back, slapping his cock down on his spine. He started humping Chris' back, slowly writhing his body back and forth, rubbing his cock along Chris' bare skin, with his eyes constantly fixed on JC's. As Justin sat on Chris' back he smiled, raised an eyebrow and said, "Giddy up." They all laughed for a moment, and then Justin slapped his hand hard against Chris' ass and shouted, "Now!"
Chris immediately started sucking on JC's cock harder and faster than before, causing JC to writhe around on the couch in ecstasy. Chris' own body was squirming, as if he really was giving a Justin a ride and the blonde one just sat on his back jerking off, taking it all in. JC's and Justin's eyes were locked again and they could feel the internal connection. They were both getting closer and closer. JC snapped his head back, squinted his eyes and managed to get out, "It's coming!" Chris started stroking his wet rock solid cock with his hand while Justin did the same to his own. JC started shrieking as he shot cum all the way up his chest, managing to land a few drops on his shoulder. Seconds later, Justin, truly riding Chris while jerking himself, shouted "Yeeeeeeaahhhh!!!!!" as he shot cum all the way over Chris' head and up onto JC's chest. He ran his hand over JC's pecs, mixing their juices together, and then he stuck one finger into JC's mouth letting him suck it off, then one into Chris' and finally one into his own.
Justin got off Chris' back and sat back in his chair. Chris sat back on the floor, his mouth hanging open, in a daze. He had Justin's cum in his hair and JC's on his goatee. Justin laughed at him, "You're a mess! A sexy little mess, but a mess nonetheless."
"Tell me why we stopped doing that again?" Chris said with a smile.
"Go get in the shower, we've got a show to do," Justin told him. Chris threw a towel over his head and ducked down the hallway back to his dressing room.
JC stood up, closed his robe and walked up to Justin. "Justin," he said quietly, " . . . thank you."
Justin winked at him, "Any time, my man. Just don't tell Britney."
They both laughed and JC went back to his dressing room to clean up before the show. Justin looked at himself in the mirror and started picking at his hair again. This was better than jerking off any day.