Date: Sun, 10 Sep 2000 13:18:45 -0700 (PDT)
From: Mr. Dash <lite_salt@yahoo.com>
Subject: God Spent that Time on Me:  Part 4

The-Lousy-Forced-Disclaimer-That-I-Understand: This story is fiction and is
not intended to imply anything about the true sexuality of *NSYNC (although
I think a few of `em are MIGHTY curious--if not already all-out queer--but
that's just my personal opinion. Not saying they are admittedly gay, or
anything like that. Read the damn story now.)

God Spent that Time on Me: Lance

	I just didn't know what to say.  I had just jacked off one of the
most famous people...ever, and now I was just pinched on the ass by
another.  Why is it that I never got this gay attention here at school or
anywhere else?
	When I was getting off the bus to show the boys where they would be
sleeping in my school's guest house, I felt a pinch on my ass.  I expected
to see Joey, who I had had an enounter with earlier in the evening, but
instead, I saw it was Lance, my sexual fantasy numero uno!
	Obviously, he'd been aware of what was transpiring in the tour bus,
so I guess he'd gotten brave...or just insanely horny.  Something or other.
I kept an eye on him for the rest of the tour, and I noticed that Joey was
doing the same for me.  I think I might have pissed him off because I
wasn't staring at him.  The guys started unpacking a little bit, and I sat
out on the porch and tried to recollect my thoughts.
	"Hey, what's going on partner?" a low Southern voice boomed behind
me.
	"Uh...hi Lance.  What you doin'?"
	"Nuthin' much.  I..uh...Sorry about that earlier.  I'd understand
if you feel weird talkin' to me and all that.  If somethin' is goin' on
between you and Joey, that's fine..."
	"No, no, no, Lance!" I said.  "That was so completely random.  I
don't know how it happened.  Not that I completely mind that it
happened...it's not every day you mess around with a superstar and all
that..but well..er...uh..."
	"You don't know if you could live with yourself messing around with
two superstars, do ya....?"  he asked hopefully.
	"YES.  Well, no!  I mean, I'm not a whore or anything like that.
It's just that this so exciting...and I'm so lonely and everything...and
you guys are so nice and good looking and all that...I don't know what to
do!"
	"Well, let me tell ya, Jerm," he put his hand on my leg, "I don't
think yer a whore at all.  I know that we all have our urges and all that.
It happens.  Joey's the type of guy who will do it for doing it's sake."
	"We didn't actually have SEX, Lance."
	"You didn't? "  He looked puzzled.
	"No, no.  It was just a touchy-feely experience.  No mouths,
nothing else involved."
	"OH!!!"  He said, a little too joyfully.  "I mean, well, that
doesn't make you too intimate with him, now does it?"
	"A lot less than I'd like to get...with you," I replied, making
googly eyes at him in desperation to get him in the sack and into my arms.

	***You have to understand that my interest in Joey wasn't too much
on the emotional side.  The guy is nice, but he's a little lacking in the
head area.  Lance, however, was humble, shy, funny, and awesome.  He's
someone I could grow to love very much.***

	Lance turned instant red.  "C'mon now.  You're embarassin' me."
	"Good!" I said with a laugh.
	"Now how can I find you later tonight?  I really do need to get
back and unpack."
	 I told Lance my dormitory and room number, and made sure to add my
phone number to make certain that he found his way.  I then bade the others
a good night and began to head out.  Joey stopped me in the foyer.
	"Hey...what happened on the tour bus...that was just an isolated
incident, aight?"
	"What?"  I was completely confused.
	"I'm really not...uh...like that."
	"Joey...you jacked me off.  It's a little hard to believe that a
straight individual would get into something like that, " I was starting to
get a little peeved.
	"Jeremy, I was experimenting.  I'm stuck on the road most of the
year with five guys.  Even though I have thousands of girls ready to jump
my bones, I can't do it because that fan base is under fifteen.  I couldn't
get off with any of the guys, because that would make our friendship tear
up."
	"So you thought you'd try it with a stranger that you could sweep
under the rug and not deal with again?"  I said with tears starting to come
out through my eyes.  I know that I didn't have an extreme emotional
connection with the guy, but he USED me!
	"Truthfully...well...yeah," he said.  "Look, you got it on with a
superstar.  How many other people could say that?  What more could you ask
for?"
	"YOU ARROGANT ASSHOLE!"  I hissed at him, and stormed across campus
to my room.


	How could he say something like that to me?  It must've taken some
nerve.  But then I got to thinking....what was my reasoning for doing that
with him?  I didn't like him all that much anyway.  He wasn't the most
spectacular-looking people on the planet.  I realized that in some twisted
way, Joey was right.  I basically fooled around with him because he was
famous.  I know that a lot of people would do the same thing in my place,
but I couldn't help but feel cheap.  Should I now start calling myself a
groupie?  And then it hit me like a ton of bricks: in all likelihood, Lance
was coming over tonight.  I know that I could really hit it off with him,
and his looks made him a sex god in my book, but should I tonight?  I mean,
do I really need to clean up my room, put on the aromatherapy candles, and
turn down the lights for him?
	I sat down to think about it.  The room wasn't too messy.  There
were a couple outfits strewn about the floor.  Lucky thing I was able to
obtain a single room this year; otherwise, I'd have a possibly-untidy
roommate to contend with.  Suddenly, I heard a knock on the door.

	"LET ME IN!!!" a voice boomed on the other side.  I looked through
the peephole, scared that it would be an angry Joey...

	It was Lindsey.  I pulled the door open and looked out into the
hallway, looking out for either Joey or Lance.  She couldn't be here if
either one of them showed.
	"I wanna know what's going on...and don't lie to me, Jeremy!"
Lindsey looked at me with glow of excitement in her face.
	"Well...it's a long story, sweetie," I said, "but basically, I
fooled around with Joey, and I'm getting ready to start in on Lance."
	"You're an absolute HO!" she said with delight. "I've heard that
some of those guys were switch-hitters...but I thought those were just
rumors!"
	"Well, whatever the case may be, YOU can't be here now."
	"Why not?  I wanna be here to watch.  Maybe Lance is kinky like
that..."
	"Lindsey, do you honestly think that an international superstar is
going to want kinky threesome/voyeuristic stories popping up about him in
the National Enquirer?"
	"I won't say a thing!  Honest!"
	"Yeah, I'm sure that'll work on him.  Go find a party somewhere,
get drunk, and go to sleep."
	"Ugggggh...okay.  I'll let you have your queer fun alone than for
tonight."  She kissed me on the forehead.  "Have fun with your guy."
	"Night babe.  Thanks for understanding," I said, and showed her
out.

	About an hour and a half later, Lance showed.  That was an hour and
a half filled with self-doubt and torture.  I never thought he would
arrive!
	"Hi, sorry I took so long," he said apologetically.  "The guys were
slow to go to bed, and they were a bit skeptical when I said I wanted to go
look around the campus and take a walk...especially Joey."
	"Does he know about you, Lance?"
	"No, not really.  I didn't know anything about him either until
tonight.  Who knew that Joey was just as queer as me?" he laughed.
	My face fell.  "He's not Lance.  He told me that I was just an
experiment.  He used me, but in a way, I guess I was using him too."
	"Awwww...Jerm."  He laid next to me and held me.  "Look...Joey's
just like that.  He gets with someone at every stop.  Just thank god that
you didn't do anything a lil' more serious with him, or I'd ask you to go
get a checkup!"
	"Well, I just can't help but feel ridiculous.  I guess the whole
excitement of the situation got to me.  I think I just slept with him
because he's famous."
	Lance was taken aback and looked frightened.  "You're not doin' the
same thing to me, are you?  Because I don't wanna do that if that's the
case."
	"No, Lance.  That's not the reason.  You're cute, you're witty,
you're nice.  You're anything I'd look for in a guy."
	"Jerm...you've known me for like four hours.  How can you get that
from this short a-time?"
	"I'm not going to pretend I don't sit in the bookstore and act like
I'm not reading a copy of BOP.  I could recite to you your fave color, ice
cream flavor, and your dog's name."
	He was tickled by that.  "You're kidding me.  You know how invasive
it feels that you already know my favorite ice cream flavor?  We might as
well be married!"
	"Well in that case, you'd also be married to about ten thousand
twelve-year olds too.  And Mr. Bass...that's against that law."
	I knew he was going to say something cheesy to that.  I just knew
it.  "Well, buddy," he said, "you can take me into custody at any time.  I
like you a lot."
	He kissed me.  It was better than five handjobs from Joey.  This
was a kiss out of pure affection and emotion.  I could tell by this that
Lance wasn't playing; he wasn't experimenting; and he wasn't jacking me
around.  He honestly did like me...and it felt wonderful.
	Before I knew it...one thing was leading to another.  I really
wanted to see Lance's chest, so I wasted no time in taking off his tight,
ribbed shirt.  It was really nice.  He had some meat on it, but it wasn't
extremely buff.  Just the kind you can bury your head into.  It was great.
So that's what I did.  But an annoying bump kept poking my hip.  I smiled.
	"What the hell is that, Lance?  You have such a lumpy-ass body!"
	He grinned and blushed.  "Well, uh...you're REAL nice and all...so
I just...uh.. couldn't help it."
	"I can help it," I whispered, and stuck my hand down past his
waistband.  It was really a nice penis.  It wasn't all deformed and ugly
like I'd seen on some other guys.  It wasn't terribly small, and it wasn't
monstrously big either.  I was overcome by hormones...and I just couldn't
help myself.  So I went down down down.
	He was in hog heaven.  I don't know if Lance had ever had head
before, but by the apparent bliss on his face, it seemed like this might've
been his first time.  I liked the smell of his crotch.  He must've just
showered, because it smelled nice and clean.
	Getting head is much more delicate and pleasurable than
masturbating...and obviously this thought was going through Lance's mind.
Before I knew it, he was panting, "I'M GONNA DO IT.  LOOK OUT...IT'S GONNA
HAPPEN."  And he squirted all over that nice chest of his.
	He looked too tired to do anything.  It's always like that your
first time.  Therefore, I indulged him, and I didn't make him do anything
to me.  I undid my jeans, and I wailed away on myself.  He took notice of
what I was doing, and so he gave me little kisses on my face while I was
working it.  It was really nice, and I didn't know that kisses could feel
so erotic and pleasurable.  It usually takes me forever to come by my own
hand...but such was not the case this time.  I shot all over my hands and
stomach just a few minutes after I started.
	Even though I was clearly the one who was messier, I got up and got
a towel for cleaning up.  I put a little Purell on his hands to get the
stickiness off, and I gave him a kiss on the forehead.  "Are you gonna
leave now?"  I asked.
	"Well, I was hopin' that I could stay here for most of the night
with you...and then maybe leave early in the morning and sneak back in bed.
Would that be okay?"  he asked with a pleading look.
	"Of course it would, Lance.  Stay with me.  Please don't leave."
	"Jeremy, you know you don't have to ask twice."

END LANCE

You know that this isn't finished.  So don't think that this is the
definite end!