Date: Sun, 05 Aug 2001 22:01:10 -0700
From: Justin Randall <djkidnicky85@hotmail.com>
Subject: This Pop Life 2

        This story is 100% fictional. It's going to involve a lot of
different celebs. I don't know anyone I write about and everything you're
about to read came out of my own horny mind. It never happened. If you like
this story, please write to me. I'm only going to put time into it if I know
there's a reason to. Thanks.


    He glanced at himself again in the dingy mirror, carefully turning his
head from side to side. He was almost certain that no one would recognize
him in the dark glasses and the baseball hat that was pulled down low on his
forehead.

    Still, there was the danger of being recognized. Or, worse, the danger
of being caught. The thought terrified him, but at the same time, it was all
part of the thrill. Without the fear of being got, what he was doing
wouldn't be such an incredible rush.

    The door opened and he looked into the mirror and watched someone walk
in. It was a guy who looked to be in his early 20's. He had dark, shaggy
hair which was hanging down in his eyes. He had a slim build and was wearing
baggy jeans and a Nirvana T-shirt.

    Lance felt a rush of excitement flood through his body when the other
man blatantly checked out his ass before going into a stall and closing the
door behind him.

    Lance counted to ten slowly in his mind, his pulse racing and his dick
getting hard in his jeans. Part of his mind tried to talk him out of what he
was about to do. 'They caught George Michael, they'll catch you, too, one of
these days,' an inner voice whispered. Lance knew this was true and he knew
the scandal would be much worse for him and for the other guys in his group
than it had been for George.

    He knew this and most of the time, knowing this worked. It kept him from
putting on the glasses and hat and going to the park. But he couldn't always
resist. Sometimes, he just craved the feeling of excitement, of living on
the edge. He could get cock any time he wanted. There were people who
discreetly arranged such things in the pop world. And many times he'd taken
advantage of the services. But it was never the same. He needed the rush and
the danger sometimes, when he got tired of being the good little southern
boy with a sensible head on his shoulders.

    After counting slowly to himself, Lance went into the stall next to the
one the other guy was using. He'd checked things out before hand and knew
that there was a glory hole cut in the wall between the stalls, perfect for
his desires.

    Lance sat down on the toilet and coughed softly. He waited for a few
seconds, and when nothing happened, he coughed a little more forcefully.

    He'd almost given up hope when suddenly the head of an erect cock
appeared through the glory hole. It began to slide slowly forward and
Lance's mouth started to water in anticipation. He reached out and wrapped
his hand around it, pulling it the rest of the way through the hole.

    "Suck it, bitch," the words were whispered so softly that Lance almost
couldn't hear them, but hear them he did and they put a smile on his face
and made his dick throb in his jeans.

    He stroked the cock slowly for a few seconds, appraising it with his
eyes. It was about six inches, not too thick but not pencil thin, either.
How would it taste, Lance wondered. Only one way to find out!

    Leaning forward, he wrapped his lips around the head and heard a soft
groan from the man in the other stall. He slowly pushed forward until his
nose was pressed against the wall of the stall and the cock was buried deep
in his throat.

    He went to work quickly, bobbing his head up and down on the stranger's
dick, swirling his tongue around the tip, occasionally pulling off to lick
up and down it's length like it was a lollipop.

    He listened to the other man's moans and breathing, and he could tell
after awhile that he was getting close to exploding. While holding the dick
in one hand and sucking greedily on it, Lance reached down and unzipped his
own pants. He wasn't wearing any underwear beneath them. He knew that easy
access was important in such situations.

    Stroking himself with one hand and sucking dick for all he was worth,
Lance Bass was soon rewarded with the strangled cry of delight from this hot
stranger in a Nirvana shirt and a burst of hot, salty jizz in his mouth. He
savored the taste and then swallowed as he felt his own release arrive.

    The cock was pulled back through the glory hole and Lance heard a
zipping sound, followed by the slamming of the stall door and then the
bathroom door. The stranger was gone, without even saying thanks. Lance felt
cheap and used, another part of the experience that he secretly craved and
enjoyed.

    Lance brought his own hand to his mouth, cleaning up the cum from his
own orgasm before zipping his own pants and going to wash his hands. He
looked at himself in the mirror again and smiled as he wondered what the
Nirvana fan would think if he knew he'd just been blown by a guy in a boy
band.

                         -----------

    "Wake up, sleepyhead," the words were whispered softly in his ear. He
groaned a little as he was pulled from the world of dreams back into the
world of reality. But when he opened his eyes and saw the face looking down
at him, he was glad to be awake.

    "Morning. I missed you while I was sleeping," he whispered.

    "Why? Wasn't I in your dreams? You're always in mine," the other man in
his bed whispered back.

    "It's never the same. We can't do this in a dream," he paused to bring
his mouth to his companions and kiss him deeply.

    "Mmmm. I see your point. Did you have fun last night?"

    "What part of last night? The party was boring without you there. I
didn't have any fun. But coming home and finding you waiting for me in my
bed, completely naked, now that was fun!" Josh smiled, stretching his arms
above his head.

    "I'm glad you came home when you did. I was getting a little chilly,"
Jeff grinned. "But you knew just how to warm me up, didn't you?"

    "Always. That's why I'm your boy," Josh said as he ran his hand slowly
down's Jeff's muscular chest.

    "Your my boy?" Jeff asked, feigning surprise.

    "Always and forever," Josh sighed happily.

    "That's right. You're my boy and I'm your man," Jeff said as he began to
kiss Josh's neck.

    "My big strong man who knows how to give me everything I need," Josh
whispered into Jeff's ear.

    "You know it." Jeff began kissing his way down Josh's body, pausing to
gently bite and suck his nipples before traveling farther down. He took his
lover's hard dick in his mouth and sucked on it's head for a few minutes
while Josh moaned and softly ran his fingers through his hair.

    Then he moved on, sucking gently on Josh's balls and then raising his
legs up in the air to gain access to his sweet, tight hole. Josh cried out
as Jeff's tongue invaded him, finding just the right spots to touch and
tease.

    "Make love to me," Josh pleaded softly after a few minutes of heavenly
rimming.

    Jeff didn't need to be asked twice. He placed Josh's legs on his
shoulders  and the head of his cock against his hole. He moved slowly
forward, pressing himself inside. He watched Josh's face scrunch up in pain
and then smooth out as it faded and was replaced by pleasure.

    Josh opened his eyes, signaling Jeff that he was ready. Their eyes
remained locked together as Jeff thrust in and out. Josh reached up to play
with his lover's incredible chest, tweaking his nipples and scratching him
lightly with his finger nails, just the way he liked.

    "You know what I'm doing, Josh?" Jeff asked, his words coming out in a
breathless moan.

    "Yes," Josh moaned back. "You're making love to me. You're making love
to your boy."

    "You're my boy, Josh. Always and forever. Always and forever," Jeff
groaned the last words as he reached his climax, his cock buried deep in his
lover's ass. He slumped forward on top of Josh, still inside of him.

    "I love you," Jeff said softly.

    "I love you, too," Josh whispered back as the phone next to the bed
began to ring.

    "Let the machine get it. I want you to stay inside me forever," Josh
said, hugging Jeff close to him.

    "Hi, this is Josh, I'm not in right now, but leave your name and number
and I'll call you soon. Bye."

    Beep. "JC? It's Joey. We have to move up today's photo shoot to eleven
o'clock. I hope you get this in time. Where are you? Anyway, I'll see you
there. Bye." Josh Chasez sighed and Jeff Timmons groaned in disappointment.

    "Damn. I was looking forward to a little more breakfast in bed," Jeff
said, thrusting his hard cock a little to drive home his point.

    "There's still time," Josh pointed out with a smile as he clench his ass
muscles together around Jeff's dick. "Plenty of time."



  That's all for now! But if you like it, please write me at
djkidnicky85@hotmail.com and let me know. That way, I'll know I should write
more! :)