Date: Sun, 27 May 2001 22:15:49 -0400
From: BJ Gay.com_Member <bjluver@gay.com>
Subject: Lance's Search 16

Welcome to "Lance's Search," a multi-chapter exploration of a young man
discovering himself. As much as I would suspect otherwise, I have no actual
proof of the sexual orientations of Lance Bass, Justin Timberlake or JC
Chasez. Consequently anything you read in this story is the product of the
mind of its author. That said, this story attempts to take a realistic look
into the thoughts and feelings of a guy as he discovers the pains and the
joys associated with loving his fellow man... or his fellow band mate as
the case may be.

If you've been reading this story and haven't dropped me a line yet, do so
that I know you're out there. If you have any comments, please e-mail them
to bjluver@gay.com. Otherwise, enjoy the story.

BJ


Lance maneuvered Justin so that he was getting the most benefit from the
cascading water in the shower. He tried to do everything that Justin had
done to him. "This is nice," Lance thought to himself. "Giving and
receiving pleasure like this without sex being the main goal. I like
it. But it will never be more than this with Justin. I love him. He loves
me, I think. But neither of us is IN love with the other. Just the same, I
do enjoy the body contact."

By the time Lance got Justin all cleaned up and rinsed off, the water was
turning decidedly cooler. The pair emerged from their shower and toweled
each other off.

"I feel much better now. Thanks, Justin."

"You're welcome. Now let's get back to bed and catch a few more Zs. Big
concert tonight. After that, it's back to Orlando."


Chapter 16

Lance and the other members of NSYNC had been back in Orlando for more than
a week, taking a long break in the tour schedule. Lance was grateful for
the chance to recharge his batteries. He loved performing and going out on
the road, but it was also exhausting. His bad experience performing that
one time at EPCOT while sick made a lasting impression on him about taking
care of himself.

Lance and Justin had gotten together every day since the break began. They
generally hung out together, talked a lot and watched videos they wouldn't
watch in front of the other guys. The videos weren't really porn, just
movies that had gay-related themes like "In and Out" or the English film
"Maurice." The two bandmates enjoyed the freedom that knowledge about each
other gave them. When they were alone they could truly be themselves.

Lance spent a couple of nights sleeping at Justin's place, while Justin
shared Lance's bed a couple of other nights. A day didn't go by without the
two engaging in sex with each other. Having discovered the joys of a cock
in his mouth, Lance wanted one there as much as possible.

"I think I'm developing an addiction to cock," Lance said one day.

"An addiction, huh? Sounds pretty serious to me," Justin responded with a
laugh. "We may have to take some rather drastic measures to battle this
addiction of yours."

"What measures, Dr. Timberlake?"

"Hmmmm. Well, one method would be for you to check into a rehab clinic
where you'd go cold turkey. Not even another guy anywhere around. Just tits
and ass."

"Man, that's too drastic. Isn't there another way?"

"Yes, but it's even more drastic and would require a lot of hard work and
dedication on your part."

"I can work hard," he responded with a smirk.

"I hesitate to recommend this, but it just might be your only chance."

"So, what is it?"

"It's the reverse of going cold turkey. Instead you suck cock every
possible moment. And of course, as your treating doctor of addiction, I'll
have to sacrifice myself by letting you suck me off several times a day."

"What a truly brave act on your part. You may even win the Nobel Prize for
this cure."

"We should begin these treatments as soon as possible. On your knees
patient."

"Actually, I've decided on the cold turkey method instead."

"Oh man, that sucks!" Justin laughed.

"Apparently you missed the point. No, it doesn't suck," Lance said through
his laughter.

These were the types of conversations Lance never thought he would ever
have with anyone. Talk of having sex with other men. Comparing notes on
guys they saw out on the streets or in the malls. Grinning at each other
when they both spotted a hot body. The duo even considered writing a story
for the Nifty Archive. "We could write about ourselves, just telling about
what happened," Justin said.  "We'd have our own little joke. Everyone will
think it was just the imagination of a couple of crazed fans when in
reality it's true-life adventures."

Lance toyed with the idea of the story, but he never really enjoyed writing
when he was in school and he didn't think he would enjoy it now. But the
whole idea piqued his interest. Only Lance thought he might polish up the
story with some real fiction so that he didn't come off looking so
naïve. "No reason to make fans think I was really so backward about
sex."

Even with all this conversation and sex with Justin, Lance couldn't help
but think about JC. Ever since that night Lance went into the gay bar, the
blond was confused. Confused about what his feelings were for JC. Confused
about that dream. Confused as to whether to let JC know.

So far, he had not shared any of this confusion with Justin. With all of
the other intimate secrets the two shared, Lance felt a little guilty about
it. He wasn't sure how Justin would react to the news about his long-time
friend - his "big brother." Perhaps privacy was the best policy in this
case. Sure, he wouldn't be telling the world. Justin could be trusted. He
would have no reason to tell anyone else.

But for now, Lance decided to error on the side of caution. Justin might be
mad at him later for holding out on him, but Lance couldn't bring himself
to tell Justin, at least not yet..

"Hey Justin, have you ever been, you know?"

"You know? No I don't know. What are you trying to ask?"

"Have you ever, like, gotten it up the ass?"

Justin laughed. "Getting a bit more adventurous there, Lance?"

"I'm not saying I want to do it, I'm just curious. So, have you?"

"Yeah. Couple of times."

"Didn't it hurt?"

"Yeah, it did at first, but fortunately the old muscles back there adjust
after a little while, then the pain subsides, replaced by some pretty
intense pleasure."

"Pleasure?"

"It's kinda hard to describe. There's just this feeling of ... I don't
know... not fullness, necessarily, but like the other guy has really become
a part of your body. I know that sounds weird. And when the pumping action
is going at a good pace and his cock is hitting the old prostate, man, you
just want to explode right then."

"Have you been on the other end of it?"

"You mean as the fucker instead of the fuckee?"

Lance was a little embarrassed by Justin's phrasing. "Well, not quite in
those terms, but yeah."

"Sorry about that. Yeah, I've been the pitcher as well as the catcher, to
put it another way. It's great too. A nice tight ass feels great."

"Just, I know it's maybe not my place to ask, but were you protected?"

"Yeah, condoms were in full use as was plenty of lube. Thanks for asking,
though. Were you interested in trying some anal pumping action?"

"No. Not yet. I guess I look at it as more than just sex, that there's
something more attached to it emotionally. But yet, I'm curious about
it. And, a little hesitant too."

"Ever fingered yourself?"

"Whadda mean?"

"Played with your hole. Stuck a finger or two up there for more than wiping
up after a dump."

"No."

"Don't look so disgusted there, Lance. It's not as bad as you might
think. And when your finger finds your prostate, you may never want to move
your hand from your butt."

"That might make signing autographs a bit more difficult."

"You could adjust."

"Any tricks to the fingering I should know?"

"Yeah, be sure to lube up your fingers first. And don't start off trying to
insert your whole hand. Start with just one finger, then slowly add
another, then another. You know, I'd be happy to demonstrate it on you. Let
you see how good it can feel."

"Maybe sometime. I just don't think I'm ready yet. Besides I gotta get some
work done before I can get to bed. And when I get there I'll just wanna
curl up under the blanket with you and get some sleep. Busy day tomorrow,
and we have a special mission in the morning."

"Special mission? Morning? You've got to be kidding. What mission?"

To be continued...