Date: Sat, 3 Mar 2001 23:16:57 -0500
From: BJ Gay.com_Member <bjluver@gay.com>
Subject: lance's search 4

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. And yes, that means it will take a few chapters before we
get to any sex (don't worry it will be worth it). And it will take more
chapters before Lance actually achieves the goal of his search.

Thanks to those who have written to me about the story. Your support is
appreciated. If you have any comments, please e-mail them to
bjluver@gay.com. Otherwise, enjoy the story.

BJ


Chapter 4

Lance wondered why there would be so many results listed under this search
for +NSYNC + Lance Bass +gay. He had to know what it was all about. As it
turned out, some of those links just led him to sites that had all the
words, but didn't say anything about Lance being gay.

But others really intrigued him. There were sites listed where people were
totally convinced Lance was gay. Others were just as convinced that Lance
was as straight as an arrow. And what really got Lance was that many of
those claiming he was gay were girls. Female fans! He didn't get it. He
could understand guys wanting him to be gay, but girls?

More to the point, he didn't know whether he was disgusted or delighted by
the discussion. But there was a bigger problem. All of these people had
made up their minds on the issue. The person they were discussing simply
didn't know. "How can these people be so sure when I'm not?"

Lance continued exploring on the net. People pointing out tiny things: a
glance here, a quote there, a move that someone or another interpreted as
evidence of his gayness. God, how is it these people have so much time to
hunt for such minute details?

There were picture sites. He had to admit that some of them were kind of
funny. And looking back, he could see how someone might find more in a
picture than was really there. In a lot of those group shots, the
photographer told the guys how and where to stand. They would tell us where
our hands should be and whose arm should be draped around whom. But Lance
also had to admit that he always enjoyed it when JC or Justin had their
arms around his shoulder. It felt like a brotherly kind of thing to
do. Hey, these guys were his brothers.

Siblings or not, Lance became aware of his growing erection while visiting
these sites. Without even thinking, his hand began rubbing the cloth
covering his hardened organ. Lance was enjoying the feeling. He hadn't even
jacked off for a couple of days. Never liked to do it on the bus and simply
hadn't had time today. But now, his right hand slipped under the elastic
band of his boxer briefs, until he reached the tip of his cock head.

Lance closed his eyes and took in a deep breath as the familiar pleasure of
his hand on his cock began to overtake all other senses. His fingertips
glided down the length of his turgid shaft, continuing on to his ball
sac. With his left hand, he began to tug at the waistband of his underwear,
lifting his rear off of the seat long enough to slide the boxer briefs down
past his butt, cock and balls.

With the new-found freedom, Lance's right-hand fingers surrounded his
shaft. Slowly he began that rhythm discovered by all guys sometime during
their youths. His hand slowly pumped up and down. He opened his eyes,
focusing on the picture currently on screen. It was one of those with JC
practically climbing on Lance's back. The blond started making up his own
version of that picture, one that would end much differently from what
really happened.

The pleasure was really building in Lance's groin. A slight moan escaped
from his mouth.

BANG, BANG, BANG!

Lance jumped. "What the hell?"

BANG, BANG, BANG! "Lance, you up? It's Justin."

When Lance jumped he tipped over a half-empty can of Dr. Pepper, sending
its contents to the floor. "God, at least I didn't get Justin's keyboard
messed up like he warned."

BANG, BANG BANG! "Come on, dude, I know you can't be sleeping already."

"Just a sec, man," Lance responded as he pulled up his boxer briefs and
quickly got a towel and put it on the floor. He started heading for the
door when he realized what was on the computer screen.

"What's the matter, you naked in there or something?"

Lance quit out of the web browser and disconnected quickly. Fortunately by
now, there really wasn't much left of his hard-on, deflated by all of the
activity mixed with panic. He swung the door open quickly. Justin was
standing there with a big grin on his face.

"Man, you scared the shit out of me banging on the door like that," Lance
said glaring at the youth.

"Oh, Lance, my man, such language! What would Mama Bass have to say about
that?"

"Shut up, dude! You made me spill my drink on the floor," he said, pointing
to where the towel was now soaking up what remained of the
Dr. Pepper. "What are you doing here at ... what time is it anyway?"

"It's 3 a.m. Remember I said I'd stop by after making the rounds of the
clubs? I knew you'd still be up playing with my 'puter."

"Yeah, yeah, so you were right. Big deal. Now get outta here. Remember
we've got a concert to do tomorrow ... I mean tonight."

"K. I'll go catch my ZZZs. But you better too, Scoop. Stop checking out
those porn sites and give my computer and that towel a rest," Justin with a
laugh while heading down the hall to his room.

Lance slowly closed the door behind him and leaned on it with a big
sigh. "What just happened?" He just now noticed how fast his heart was
beating. He had nearly been caught. Caught at what? He knew the other guys
jerked off all the time. He had even walked in on JC doing it once. He
remembered being more embarrassed about it than JC was.

What was Justin thinking? Visiting porn sites? And that crack about giving
the towel a rest? Lance ran his hands through his hair. "I gotta get to
bed."

To be continued...