Disclaimer: This story is about men having sex with men. If that's not your thing or you're too young to read it, please leave now. The author has no knowledge of Seann William Scott's, Justin Timberlake's, or or any other celebrity's sexuality, and has written this purely as a work of erotic fantasy fiction. Enjoy!
SEANN AND JUSTIN AT THE AWARDS
by Backlash29
Chapter 2
By popular demand...here is a continuation of the story. When last we saw our heroes, Seann William Scott and Justin Timberlake, they were upstairs at Shrine Auditorium, getting stoned and swapping blowjobs. Then Seann, who is a slutty bottom, got on all fours and backed-up his ass onto Justin's massive 12-inch tool. Justin power-fucked Seann's asshole until they both came, and when they did, they realized that Paul Walker, Tyrese, Josh Hartnett and Colin Farrell had been watching from the doorway, waiting to join in...
"Don't worry, no one's looking for you horndogs just yet," Tyrese said in a low, sexy rumble, as he fondled his crotch suggestively. "Paul just told us how fine Seann's ass was, and we decided we wanted some, too!"
Justin figured these guys were all tops, although Josh took cocks up his butt if he was stoned enough. This was good news, as Justin was craving a good hard fuck himself. And there was another chaise lounge nearby...that made for two tops each to service him and his smoldering co-host. They could each take four more loads up their asses before anyone ever missed them at the rehearsal downstairs.
"Let's get started, then," Justin said excitedly, falling onto his back on the other lounge, spreading his lithe legs, and motioning the mega-hung Paul over to join him. As Paul eased his gigantic rod into Justin, Colin knelt at Seann's hole and licked out all of Justin's fresh cum, getting it ready for his cock. Josh then dropped to his knees next to Tyrese in the doorway, opened the black stud's slacks, and starting giving him head.
Justin was very pleased, to say the least, to feel Paul's legendary 14-inch cock reaming his tight boy-band asshole. The shaft was as thick as Justin's wrist, and as it plowed in and out of him, it pulled the walls of his ass wide apart, stretching it to limits that gave Justin intense pleasure. He loved feeling Paul's massive cock bang in and out of his horny hole. He looked up hungrily at Paul, visible between his sexy splayed legs, and breathlessly begged the handsome stud to fuck him harder, fill his asshole, never stop, give him more...
Paul was happy to oblige. He'd wanted to bang Justin's fine ass ever since the young singer had transformed himself a few years earlier, with his hot short haircut and lightly cut, muscley little bod. Justin was Paul's favorite kind of boi to screw: cute, attitude, with fresh little muscles and a fuckable butt that knows good dick when it feels it. Not many boys were up to Paul's incredible fourteen inches--even the sluttiest ones could usually only take him a little over half-way in, in part because his cock was overly thick as well as very long. But Paul had heard from other mega-hung stars in the business (Jason Priestley and Brad Pitt, to name a few) that Justin's talented ass could handle any size cock they saw fit to introduce to it.
As Paul slammed ceaselessly in and out of his hungry ass, Justin concentrated on keeping his hands at his sides, and not touching his own twelve-inch rod, which was currently rock-hard once again and spitting pre-cum all over his tight belly. He knew if he jerked himself even a couple of strokes that his orgasm would hit him. That's how amazing Paul's telephone pole dick felt going in and out of his ass right now.
Justin tried to recall the last time he'd had a cock even close to this size up inside him. He wasn't sure. About a month before, he'd been gang-fucked at a party by a bunch of NFL quarterbacks, including Kerry Collins, Scott Covington, Chris Redman, Drew Brees, Chad Pennington, and Tom Brady. Some of those guys were very well-hung, especially Tom and Scott who each sported over a foot of jock meat, and all of them pumped huge loads of sperm into Justin's ass, turned on by the hot young pop star offering his butt so willingly to their NFL meat. But Paul's cock had them all beat. Probably not since Justin was power-fucked by those 22-year-old identical twin N'Sync fans in Ohio had he felt this stuffed. Each of the brothers had 15 inches; they'd spent a memorable night in Justin's hotel room, feeding him cock and loads at both ends.
Ah, the charmed life of a hot young boy-band superstar. Justin had always taken to fame quite well.
Somewhat newer to the celebrity thing, Seann still couldn't believe how fun and easy it was to get cocks for his insatiable slutty ass. Back in high school in Minnesota, he'd been fucked regularly by all the other jocks on his team, but once he moved to LA to follow his acting dream he went through a sexual dry spell. He was just another pretty face (and ass) and so finding boys and men to use him sexually had required a lot of resourcefulness. He found out quickly enough about the glory holes on the UCLA campus where he could practice his blowjob skills and back up his sweet ass onto any number of anonymous dicks, day or night. That did the trick for a while, but he really craved a gang-bang. So he set one up through a friend, but the turn-out was spotty, and even though Seann got ten big cocks and twenty loads up his hole that evening, most of the guys were somewhat older and less attractive than he was hoping for.
Then came "American Pie" followed by "Dude, Where's My Car?" and everything changed. For one thing, his co-star in the latter was the dreamy prime-time sexpot Ashton Kutcher, he of the brooding looks and the sensuous fuckable lips. Within 24 hours of their first meeting, Ashton was using those lips to suck tenderly on Seann's twitching butt hole, and minutes later Ashton was power-slamming the hunky little slut-bottom with his nine-inch pole. Ashton came once in Seann after only a few minutes, but the sex-starved bitch-boi whined and begged for more, and so he ended up pile-driving that ass all night until Seann was satisfied.
They got together regularly after that, both on and off the set of their movie, and Ashton introduced Seann to some of his fuck-friends. These were mostly straight studs in the business who liked watching Ashton suck them off, but as Seann befriended each of them, he was able to score some converts to the art of male fucking. Soon, Seann was getting boned most nights of the week by beautiful Hollywood-area young men.
Fame, brought on by the success of his first movies, simply upped the ante. Now days, Seann could get just about any cock he wanted--and he wanted it often. His house was well-known among both famous and non-famous Hollywood types as a place where hot men could go to get stoned and to drain their loads into a cock-hungry bottom. Ryan Phillippe, who lived less than a mile away, was still the #1 slut bottom of the industry, taking cocks and loads all hours of the day (some would say at the cost of his career)--but Seann occupied a status just barely below that. Connoisseurs of celebrity ass knew the subtle differences between them, too: Seann had a hairier, manlier ass, and he was more verbal, shouting at tops to fuck him harder. Ryan was more hairless and passive, generally only sighing and moaning softly as cocks plowed his hole.
Now, Seann was on his knees in a room full of Hollywood and music industry studs. Justin Timberlake's fresh cum was pouring out his slutty hole, and Colin Farrell was gently licking it up. Colin, probably the #1 sexiest and most famous movie star of the moment, was rimming Seann's well-fucked asshole, and was probably--no, definitely--going to follow up by fucking that sweet ass himself. Not only that, but another stud new on the Hollywood scene, Paul Walker--who was currently deep-dicking Justin's boi-butt on the bench nearby, had also slammed his enormous cock into Seann's ass not more than three hours previous, and finished with a huge eruption of fresh spunk that coated Seann's inner fuck tube all the way to his belly.
Yes, fame had brought great fortune to Seann William Scott. He was now a celebrity and a wonton fuck-whore who took men's cocks constantly. He hoped this good fortune would last for many years to come.
Colin sighed with pleasure, a sort of half-humming half-breathless groan, as he lapped away at Seann's butt like a kitten licking up milk from a bowl. Although he was famous for his utter masculinity and his cocky heterosexual demeanor, the simple and basic truth was that he was a pure slut, and he happily engaged in any sexual activity that would bring him pleasure and satisfaction, with men, women, or (frequently) both. His uncut eight-inch dick required constant attention, and so he kept it stimulated through his frequent dalliances. Fortunately, many opportunities presented themselves to this stud, and he generally managed to fuck a different girl nearly every night of the week. But even that wasn't usually enough sex to keep him happy. His throbbing cock demanded release throughout each day. And so he was specially tuned-in to casual encounters, chances to get off with a spare five or ten minutes between his day-to-day obligations. Often, this meant getting his cock sucked by a fan. Or, he himself would suck cock or eat pussy. Sometimes he was lucky enough to sink his hard rod into a girl's cunt for a few minutes, just long enough to get off. And sometimes he'd encounter a stud who insisted on fucking him, and like the slut he was, Colin would drop trou and bend over, beating off his ever-raging hard-on while taking the stud's cock up his sweet ass.
Eating pussy was Colin's favorite activity, and male pussy or female pussy didn't so much matter. As a bonus, he liked the taste of men's cum, so eating any pussy that had recently been pumped full of it was a particular delight to him. When he and the others had arrived on the scene and watched Justin in the climactic throes of pumping his hot young boy-band jizz into Seann's hard, sexy butt, he knew what his first position would be for this encounter. He could scarcely wait for Justin to step away before kneeling at Seann's gorgeous ass and commencing to feast on the delight that emanated from its cute, hairy crack and newly-loosened puckered hole.
Mmm, fresh cum. Ahhh, man ass. For a sex hound like Colin, there were few more intoxicating aromas. He could stay down there licking that butt all day, as he had licked Tom Cruise's ass regularly during the filming of "Minority Report" for hours each time. (Like Seann's cummy hole, Tom's ass had usually been pumped full of several loads of fresh jism before Colin knelt down to slurp it out). Or, as he'd done at an orgy of sexy bikers once in Ireland, he could lie back and let each ass ride his tender, sucking tongue. At the orgy, while he'd had his face sat on to feed him loads, his own ass had been licked and fucked by all the bikers in the gang. It was an initiation rite for joining their horny club, and although he'd identified himself primarily as a top and still did so, he passed the test with flying colors and was frequently invited back for more revelry whenever he was in his homeland and had time to ride with the boys.
As he ate all those loads--god knows how many, he thought--from Seann's fine ass, Colin let his right hand drop to his pants, where his fat, uncut cock, dripping with pre-cum and residual piss, begged for friction. He jacked it a little, but quickly realized if he played with it more, he'd shoot his own cum right away. And there was plenty of time to do that, and plenty of better places for it to go.
He returned both hands to the magnificent globes Seann's butt, pulling the cheeks as far apart as possible to wedge his tongue and his whole face deeper inside. God, there was so much delicious male juice in there, he scarcely wanted to ever stand up again. The fact that Seann was so masculine and his voice so deep as he grunted and moaned his approval only made Colin hotter. Colin preferred masculine dudes like himself, especially the ones who were in touch with receiving pleasure in their asses. Seann definitely fit the bill.
Over the years, starting even before his Hollywood success when he was just a handsome rogue back in Ireland, Colin had poked and prodded and sucked and fucked hundreds, maybe thousands, of beautiful male asses. He loved prying a dude's hole open with his tongue and getting inside there, making the stud moan deeply with masculine pleasure. Often he seduced straight guys this way in fact, giving them the pleasure of his talented tongue to such an extent that they yielded eventually to his fingers, and finally to his horny eight-inch rod. Without exception, they loved being fucked by Colin. His sexy allure, pent-up energy, smoldering looks, and cocky attitude all added up to one fuckable package that was hard to resist.
The memories of all this were more than he could stand, and with a wild cry, Colin stood and plunged his rock-hard dick into Seann's cum- and spit-lubed rectum. With the first stab, Colin was already close to orgasm. He held off for several strokes, punishing Seann's twat with his angry meat, hammering his cock in and out while hovering at the brink of pure blissful release. Then, finally, he could hold out no more. Fiery with seething lust, and with Seann wailing happily beneath him, Colin let out a roar of pleasure and began pile-driving his cum into the boy's delicious cavern. Copious flares of fresh spunk rocketed out of Colin's compact frame and erupted deep inside Seann's hole, filling the hunk with his manly seed, as it had filled the holes at both ends of so many men and women before him. Jet after jet of fresh cum filled Seann's ass.
When Colin was finally done shooting into Seann's ass, he collapsed forward with one final cry, his half-hard dick still inside the moist, gently leaking orifice. Seann relaxed and warmly accepted the heft of Colin's body on top of him. Seann felt like a bitch dog in heat whose coupling had ended with a top dog tying his knot inside his hungry ass. Colin likewise felt satisfied, although he knew himself well enough to realize that before long, his cock would rise, and he'd need to find release once again.
Josh was on his knees, sucking Tyrese's cock. No, worshipping. Worshipping Tyrese's cock. Josh loved black cock. He loved sucking black cock. He loved swallowing the cum that shot from black cock. He loved getting his horny white-boi pussy fucked nice and hard by black cock. He lived for black cock, in his mouth, up his ass, anywhere he could get it, any time, any place. Josh got black cock every chance he could get. He sucked off anonymous black cocks in restrooms in the black neighborhoods of LA. He picked up black men at bars and brought them home to fuck his sweet ass all night. He regularly showed up at an all-black underground sex club in south LA and spread-eagle on a pool-table to get penetrated orally and anally by big black cocks for hours at a time. Sometimes he drove home with so much black boi spooge in his white ass that it leaked through his clothing and stained the seat of his Jeep.
Once, he invited (well, hired) a hot black stud to stay at his house, mostly naked, for two weeks, and every chance he could Josh sucked the man hard and rode his big twelve-inch black cock until he felt him shoot that precious load way up deep inside him. The guy was incredible: sexy, friendly, and perpetually horny and aroused. Nothing Josh did could make that gigantic black mast go down. He was a young guy, probably early twenties or so, and well-muscled. He could hold Josh down on the bed with his legs spread and simply fuck the hell out of Josh missionary-style for hours, cumming several times along the way. During these sessions Josh would lose his senses and just wail in ecstasy, lost forever in the pleasure of feeling this black stud pillaging his hole in an endless assault. Then, when the stud finally rolled off of him, Josh would barely catch his breath before he was back at Josh's mouth, feeding him the cock to work it back to a state of arousal, and before long they were off again, fucking in some other position.
Josh lived for black dick. His favorite thing to do when he saw a naked black stud was to drop to his knees in front of him, fully clothed, and start giving that black master oral pleasure. He gave his sweet mouth and pretty white ass to any black man who asked for it, and if that man was sexy and well-hung, he gave them to him again and again and again. He loved the taste of a thick, fleshy, hard black cock when he sucked on it. When his mouth was full of black dick, he closed his eyes in concentration and swooned as he worked his lips and tongue all the way up and down the shaft, coaxing his black stud to moan with pleasure as Josh paid fervent attention to his sexual needs. When the stud came, Josh dutifully choked down all his sperm.
Sometimes he videotaped his sex with black men, and playing the tapes back later, he jerked off as he relished the contrast of an enormous black shaft penetrating his pretty white face and ass. He got off on watching himself, usually so masculine and reserved, coming alive with lust and reverent duty when his face was being filled with a black stud's meat. And best of all were the videos he made of his ass being fucked by black cocks. His pretty white butt, willfully and eagerly given up for black dick. His sexy masculine ass, the tan white hairy cheeks being parted repeatedly by a dripping, raging ebony dong pounding high into his nether regions, making a white bitch of him, boning him full of delicious black babies and then continuing to pound and pound and pound him even more.
He even taped himself from time to time getting gang-fucked, setting the video camera on a tripod next to the table where he lay on his back, legs raised high, and writhed with pleasure as huge black cocks were sunk into his willing holes at either end, one after another. At some points during these gang videos one of the top studs would grab the camera and use it to get closer to the action, zooming in on Josh's pretty, sweating face as he dutifully inhaled the foot-long black snake being offered him and made beautiful slutty oral love to it, slurping its juices and preparing its owner to use him even harder at the opposite end. Or, the handheld camera would focus a few inches away from Josh's man-cunt as it consumed giant black rod after giant black rod, each slamming his perfect hot celebrity hole relentlessly until it spewed its hot goo, then pulling out, leaving a long slimy trail of man cream dripping out of and around his ass, only to be replaced a moment later by the next turgid black to plow into his horny cooze.
One of Josh's favorite tapes in his homemade collection featured an extended portion where the dude filming captured this activity in close focus for over an hour and a half, and made low, growling commentary throughout: "Yeah...look at him, taking those big black dicks in his tight little pussy... we gotta fuck this dirty boi good and hard, he wants more and more cock...gotta fill this stud's chute with all the cum we got...give him all them good black babies, fuck his asshole raw with our big dicks..." During the hour-and-a-half of close-ups, Josh could count a total of sixteen cocks pounding his asshole and filling his ass to overflowing with rich, juicy cum. He played that segment over and over, cumming several times each sitting as he re-lived the experience of feeling his horny famous cunt used by all those black hunks.
Alas, on this day, here, upstairs at the Shrine Auditorium, he had only one black cock to worship, but what a cock it was. He'd always lusted after Tyrese and now was his chance to really do him right. Tyrese sported a mammoth and thick twelve-inch rod, bigger than most of the ones Josh usually found to serve his needs. And it swung between the perfectly cut legs of one of the sexiest men in MTV history. Not since blowing LL Cool J had Josh felt so excited to give pleasure to a famous black singer's whopper of a dick.
Of course, blowing Tyrese was only half the story. Josh's butt was overcome with a familiar twitching, and he knew he would have to feel Tyrese's huge erection up his ass before too long, and feel it splatter its hot black babies all over in Josh's lusty anal cavern. After that, Josh would go over and fuck Justin and Seann. Their asses were just too hot to pass up, and this occasion provided the perfect opportunity to fuck them side by side, a sort of teen-idol-buttsex-Pepsi challenge. But before that was to happen, Josh would get the sexy black man and hot black cock he wanted, he worshipped, he lived for...he deserved.
Of all the men in this sex-filled chamber, Tyrese felt the most out-of-place. True, he had a voracious sexual appetite, and he loved these sordid encounters with slutty white boys who just wanted his big black meat inside them, and who gave him untold pleasure with their mouths and asses to be rewarded with his huge loads of black stud cum. But for the most part, he got all the sex he needed at home, with his boyfriend of many years, Eric Nies. Eric was a demanding butch bottom who required Tyrese to keep him satisfied no matter what it took or how often he wanted it. Often, this meant fucking Eric's hard tan ass three or even four times per day. Needless to say, with a sexy stud like Eric, Tyrese had no complaints. And so, even though strictly speaking they had an open relationship, they were together enough of the time that neither one had to seek out sex elsewhere.
All the same, opportunities did present themselves. The most recent exception had occurred when Eric traveled to Jamaica for two months to compete in MTV's "Battle of the Sexes". Before Eric left, he and Tyrese discussed Eric's sexual appetite and whether or not it would make him unhappy to be away from Tyrese's incredible cock for so long. Fortunately Eric had nothing to worry about, since the other 17 guys with him in Jamaica were more than happy to take turns loading up his insatiable butt with their cocks and cum just about every night. His favorites quickly became James, Colin and Shane, all talented top studs who could cum two or three times in him easily at every session. Mega-hung Jake and Yes also pounded Eric to high heaven, but disappeared early on from the show. And Theo's and David's big black boners sawing in and out of his tender mouth and dripping male pussy always reminded Eric pleasantly of home.
Now, Tyrese had his own chance to get some hot celeb action on the side. Josh looked pretty and slutty enough going up and down on his ebony bone, but what Tyrese really craved was to fuck the superstar's asshole nice and hard. Ever since the love scenes in "Pearl Harbor" he'd had an urge to ram Josh's butt as hard as he could and fill that sweet ass up with hot liquid love. And so, after ten minutes or so of dick worshipping on Josh's part, Tyrese hoisted his young friend up off his knees and pressed him against a nearby wall. Josh's pants were already open, as the white stud had been pulling his pud while making oral love to Tyrese's cock. Tyrese yanked the loose pants down, exposing that gorgeous ass, and then pointed his giant black dick at the crack and pushed himself inside.
Ah yes, this was what he'd wanted. Tyrese sighed deeply as he started the familiar churning in and out of Josh's happy ass. Josh, in his own deep voice, grunted softly, accepting the fuck, and reached down to continue fondling his own cock. Tyrese could tell instantly that he had taken his pretty white bottom to cloud nine. Josh twisted around and looked back at him in an awe-struck daze, mesmerized by the sensation of having this stud's foot-long black tool pushing so gloriously in and out of his tender white butt.
As he fucked Josh, Tyrese smiled and looked around the room. Justin and Seann were taking their fucks with relish, as they had each taken a fucking from Tyrese himself in recent weeks. Tyrese loved shooting his seed into those beautiful asses. Maybe when he was done with Josh he would give them another shot.
Paul was getting ready to spray a gallon or so of hot cum into Justin Timberlake's incredible ass. He couldn't believe how hot and tight the cute young singer's hole was. Fucking Seann earlier that evening had been a real adventure, but this was different. Seann was a manly bottom, with meaty butt cheeks and a hairy hole that opened wide once you were inside it, even for Paul's mind-boggling fourteen inches. Justin, on the other hand, had a very slight ass, and his pucker was only a half-inch or so inside his hard, hairless cheeks, making Paul's penetration that much deeper. He felt like his dickhead should be in Justin's lung. And yet the hot boi took his dick up that slick tight channel, grunting and begging for more as Paul wildly throttled him hard and deep. He couldn't wait to see Justin' ass overflowing with his salty load of jizz.
Truth was, Paul was versatile, and by returning to this storage room with the other sexy hunks, he'd been hoping he might get his own asshole fucked, plowed full of juicy dicks and their sticky loads. But these guys were just too big. Unlike the bottom sluts Paul usually hooked up with, he wasn't really a size queen himself. His ass ached if he tried to stretch it over any cock of more than a modest, average size. Tyrese had fucked him a few times with his massive twelve-inch bone on the set of "2 Fast 2 Furious" but that had been a special case, and they'd only managed it when Tyrese sat down and Paul lowered himself onto the huge black pole's first five or six inches. Paul beat off wildly while kissing the black hunk and bouncing on that portion of his thick meat, until he felt the stud shoot inside him, They did this several times per week.
To get sex in his ass, Paul generally looked to his fans. Many of them liked his pretty-boy looks and were happy to fuck Paul's hole once he befriended them and invited them to his house. Paul's favorite thing was to chat up one fan, make his sexual intentions known, and then tell the kid (it was usually a high school or college age stud) to round up three or four of his friends and come on over. Using this technique, Paul had been gang-banged by several groups of healthy, strapping young beauties, most of them with average size endowments and cute little muscles. They piled on his hot ass one at a time and banged him with youthful enthusiasm, each leaving his hole dripping with their fresh cum before the next boi took his turn.
But alas, there was still the fourteen inches to deal with. Most guys Paul messed around with went absolutely mad with lust when they saw it. Even the butch gym studs that Paul picked up, who he was sure would want to rail his ass, got wide-eyed and spread their legs happily for him, accepting the challenge of being power-fucked by his phenomenal meat. Several studs in the Hollywood industry had taken Paul's meat this way recently, including Tom Cruise (nearly always a bottom) and Brad Pitt (nearly always a top). Always, when Paul fucked a hot guy's ass, he cherished the experience, no matter how disappointed he might have been not to get their cocks up his ass instead. He loved to plow a hot boi's hole good and hard in every position, to feel a stud's hungry ass sucking his bone, to share his incredible gift of endowment.
He was getting very close now. As he often did when his orgasm was approaching, Paul let his eyes fall to the sight of his gigantic cock making huge, deep strokes in and out of his bottom's willing ass. Justin was delirious with lust, crying and begging for Paul to fuck him harder, harder, and fill his ass with cum. The last image he got before his eyes rolled up and his climax took over was of handsome Colin standing up from behind Seann's ass, a cum goatee plastered on his stubbled face, and pressing his fat Irish wiener into the hole he'd just been sucking, Seann's hole, a hole that also included vestiges of Paul's cum from before.
It was all too much. The cum on Colin's face. Some of it Paul's. Colin's plump dick going deep into Seann's marvelous twat. Justin, the hottest and most famous singer in the world, legs up, squirming and pleading for Paul's giant tool as he pistoned it in and out and fourteen-inch strokes. All at once, Paul screamed as he dumped one long jet after another of hot semen into Justin's ass. He pounded and pounded forcefully and continued screaming as all of his seed eventually spilled into Justin's sex-starved rectum, filling the boy's hole to overflowing until it ran out around Paul's plunging dick and streamed down Justin's thighs.
Colin, having just cum himself, leaned over as Paul's orgasm subsided. "Keep it in there, mate," Colin said, joining his mouth to Paul's for a brief, tangy cum-filled kiss. "I love eating cum outa arses. You shot a big load in there, and after I finish up with this punk, I might be up for a little snack!"
THE END
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My other stories are "Ryan's Hole", "40 Days and 39 Nights", "Enrique, Justin and Eminem" and "Bulletproof Hunk" in Gay/Celebrities, "Birthday Slut", "Frat Slut Gangbang" and "Substitute Slut" in Gay/College, "Slutty Lil' Bro" in Gay/Incest, "Cup of Joe" in Gay/Authoritarian, and "Buttsex Junkie" in Bisexual/Beginnings.