Date: Sun, 12 Nov 2000 20:48:52 -0800
From: Piper <piperactive1@yahoo.com>
Subject: Who Do You Love? -1

Series: Who Do You Love? Part 1
Author: Piper <piperactive1@yahoo.com>
Genre: Boybands (NSYNC), MMMM (yummy! LOL)
Rating: PG to NC-17

NOTICE: The following text is a fictitious
homo-erotic fantasy. If homo-erotic fantasy
makes you uncomfortable OR, if the laws in
your jurisdiction prohibit you from viewing
material of this nature (like if you're in
the USA and under 18) you NEED TO LEAVE
IMMEDIATELY and find material more
appropriate for you. THANK YOU.

DISCLAIMER: The following piece of fiction
contains homo-erotic themes regarding the
members of the group Nsync as well as a few
other well known celebrities. This author
has no association with, or knowledge about,
any celebrity, including the ACTUAL members
of Nsync and/or anyone else I mention here.
I respectfully remind readers that this work
is FICTION, therefore, it was made-up in my
own sick little head and not representative
of any ACTUAL activity, behavior, attitude
or preference of anyone. Please honor my
right to an imagination as well as NSync's
right to happiness and privacy. THANK YOU.

ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS: I never would have had the
nerve to post this without support,
assistance, and inspiration from Christine
("Hey Mickey"). Thank you SO much! Thank you
all, actually, for reading it too! Do you
love it? Hate it? Wanna tell me what's on
your mind? Please do! piperactive1@yahoo.com

FOREWARD: This five-part story will cover a
wide range of homo-erotica that varies in
rating from PG to NC-17. I am not rating
each chapter individually, so take the
content with a grain of salt. This story is
not going to be all PG. In fact, it gets NC-
17 real quick like! Hehe ~ Thanks! Piper

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WHO DO YOU LOVE? 1: Healthy Hormones

Joey knew it could be risky, but the bus was
empty now and probably would be for a while.
Just to be sure, he leaned across the tour
bus' dining table and spread open the
Venetian blinds that draped the windows to
confirm his privacy.

His group-mates; JC, Justin, Lance, and
Chris, were just outside the bus in a park
across the street, practicing their beloved
hacky-sack. (And Lord knows the men of NSYNC
really needed to practice. Really, REALLY
practice, you know?)

Having received the confirmation he sought,
a self-satisfied grin spread across the
young entertainer's handsome face. If hacky
didn't keep those four preoccupied for a
good half-hour or so, nothing would.

Thankful and anxious, Joey let the window
blinds fall back into place before turning
his attentions to the post-meal mess left by
the group. When breakfast ended that
morning, Joey began implementing his plan
for privacy by offering to do dish detail.
He knew well enough that his four buddies
would assume he stayed behind to scavenge
scraps.

"Oh yeah," he giggled aloud, "that's me: the
ever-hungry Joey."

Not to imply that Joey wasn't hungry. He
was. Most often, however, Joey wasn't hungry
for edible nourishment, but instead, for
visceral release. Like a man possessed, he
was hungry for orgasm.

Considering the public perception of what
lengths Joe would go to in order to satisfy
his cravings for food, one might shudder to
imagine the lengths he would go to in order
to achieve orgasm. Much to his surprise,
his current plan to return the elusive
pleasure absent in his life for nearly a
week was working out quite well.

You see, when the group tours, they
sometimes use their tour bus to shuttle them
between close venues, such as New York and
New Jersey. During these times, opportunity
to achieve climax becomes few and far
between.

There's simply never enough privacy on the
bus: their bunks are stacked on top of and
right next to each other; they share one
very tiny restroom; and they rarely get to
leave the bus unless they're at a venue or a
hotel. Then, of course, in the hotels,
management makes sure to never book any of
them in their own rooms.

Somehow, they've learned to live sharing
their personal space. Since they've been
NSYNC, those five have shared nearly
everything: They've slept in the same rooms,
the same beds; they've freshened up in the
same bathrooms, the same showers; they've
even been forced to store their belongings
communally, eliminating the last bastion of
personal space.

As time passed between them, the five of
them came to realize that very little could
ever be hidden from one another.  Not
surprisingly, this arrangement eventually
took its toll on the pubescent group members
aching to explore the rush of feelings
pounding relentlessly between their legs.

Hoping to mitigate a major downside of being
on tour, each group member devised one or
more elaborate processes to assure, as a
rule, masturbation to climax at least once a
week.

Joey smiled bashfully when he thought about
the group's exception to that rule: Justin.

For Justin, efforts had to lead to more like
five plus orgasms a week. Like the spoiled
brat he could so frequently be, Justin would
bitch and whine and moan, basically driving
his peers crazy, if he hadn't had an orgasm
in around 36 hours. The kid would masturbate
anywhere, any time, with confident lack of
concern about being watched! It was amazing!

"Amazing to watch too!" Joey reminisced
awkwardly, then laughed at himself.

Ironically, it was Justin's high-octane
demands that caused Joey's own elaborate
processes to be foiled during his last
three consecutive masturbation attempts.
But Justin wasn't there right then so this
was to be Joey's time. Warming up to that
idea, Joey licked his lips and picked up
his pace at the domestic duties before him.

Joey rinsed off the last of the dishes from
breakfast and moved quickly to the back of
bus, to Chris' un-used laptop computer.
Chris always let his best buddy Joey use his
computer after he was done using it, so Joey
figured Chris wouldn't mind if he used it
now.

He flipped the laptop's power switch and
listened to the mechanical parts inside
whirl into action. The screen lit up with a
flash and suddenly, Joey was being prompted
for Chris' password in order to connect to
the internet.

Feeling the need to double check - just one
more time - that he was safe and wouldn't be
disturbed, Joey's fingers parted the
Venetian blinds again and he peeked outside.
He saw that nothing had changed since the
last time the looked out at his friends,
sighed with relief, and began to type.

B U S T A [Enter]

/Password Invalid, Try Again/

"Damn," muttered Joey.

D A N I [Enter]

/Password Invalid, Try Again/

"Double Damn!" Joey said, smacking the side
of the laptop, "I thought I knew his
password! Did he change it? Why'd he do that
without telling me?"

Joey then tried as many words as he could
think of that Chris might use as a password.
No luck. Frustrated, he managed to laugh as
he decided to try each of the group-member's
names, starting with Chris'.

C H R I S [Enter]

/Password Invalid, Try Again/

J U S T I N [Enter]

/Password Invalid, Try Again/

L A N C E [Enter]

/Password Invalid, Try Again/

J C...  Joey typed and then stopped. Was that
too short to be a password? Two letters?
Maybe he should type 'Josh' instead?

"Aw, fuck it." Joey sighed. That was too
much thinking for him. He hit the Enter key.

The screen went blank and then a new image
popped up. Next, Joey heard the unmistakable
"You've got mail," chime, signifying a
successful connection with the AOL internet
service.

Joey was in! But he got in by using the
password 'JC' on Chris' computer?  That sure
was odd.  Could it mean that Chris was
attracted to men?  And as it would seem, not
just *any* man, but attracted to JC?

"Whoa." he whispered aloud as he leaned
back, hoping the dawning realization wasn't
powerful enough to knock him over. Sweat
immediately broke across his brow and he
could feel his heartbeat quicken to a
dangerous pace.

"Chris?" he pondered, "Likes JC?"

Laughing, Joey realized he was feeling a
twinge of jealousy!

"Of anyone," Joey speculated, "Chris should
be attracted to me! I'm closest to him. I'm
his best friend! Damn it, I'm Superman!"

This thought made him laugh again and also
gave him an instant erection. It painfully
pressed against his jeans reminding him why
he stayed alone on the bus in the first
place! Doh!

"Maybe I should take this little party into
the bathroom," Joey chuckled aloud as he
picked up Chris' laptop, readjusted the
aching hard-on in his pants and headed for
the tiny tour bus shit-can. Once inside, he
slid the accordian door closed and fumbled
with the lock, unable to get the latch to
click into place.

He grumbled, "We haven't fixed this stupid
lock yet? Don't we make enough money to
cover the basics?" and then gave up,
resigned to the fact that the door was
staying unlocked. "Gheesh!"

Disappointed but unfazed, Joey backed up to
the toilet and pondered, "I might be able
to kill two birds with one stone here!"

There was such little space in this tiny
bathroom that Joey found it quite
challenging to hold onto the laptop while
trying to unbutton his pants and push them
down to his knees.  He needed to set the
laptop down so he perched it precariously on
the edge of the sink, holding it steady with
his left hand, while his right hand easily
yanked open the buttons of his 501's.
Wrapping his right arm around the back of
his body, Joey then curled his right thumb
in the waistband of his Superman boxers and
tugged them about four inches down the left
side of his hip.  His arm then re-wrapped
itself around his front side and repeated
the motion.

He had succeeded in getting half-naked, but
now, there was an obstacle: his growing
erection. Gazing (somewhat gleefully) at his
boxers tented mercilessly in front of him,
Joey feared the sensuous garment might rip
should his excitement rise even further. He
groaned with anticipation as his hand dove
beneath his waistline, hauling out his eager
and erect cock.

After a playful pump or two, just to say
"howdy," Joey tore his hand away from the
growing length to properly conclude
disrobing.  Moments later, his bare ass was
seated upon the bus' toilet. He returned
his attentions to Chris' laptop and took
care of his morning business.

Online, Joey went straight to his Hotmail
account and checked for new messages.  Not
surprisingly, there was some spam, spam, and
more spam. But where was the email Joey was
looking for?  Impatiently, he continued to
scroll down until he found it.

Joey gasped when he read the words. This was
too good. This guy not only liked, but
believed Joey's fake story about being a
fetishist into water sports!

"Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha," Joey chuckled, "Whatta
sucker!"

But then he remembered where he was and what
he was doing.

He was sitting bare assed was on the pot
with a semi-hard penis bending between his
legs and a laptop on his knees, hoping to
drop an enormous load of crap that had
backed up so he could get along with his
jack-off session!

"Whatta hypocrite," he laughed aloud at
himself, tensed and flexed his muscles, and
then reached for the toilet paper.

This routine process had never been sexual
for Joey, but today, his senses seemed to be
screaming at him. And how could he not pay
attention to them? The simple act of wiping
himself clean titillated every nerve in his
body beyond reason. His skin felt alive,
rippling with fire and ice. His cock sprung
fully erect and began gushing pre-come from
its tip. So powerful was his sense of touch
that his other senses seemed to wane, as
thought they had submitted to the domination
touch was demanding.

Joey had to stay in control. He couldn't and
wouldn't succumb to his sensitivities. Not
now. No way.

But then his sense of smell kicked back into
gear. That unmistakable pungent odor had
crept into the air, causing Joey to wince
and hold his shallow breath. He even tried
re-positioning himself upon the
uncomfortable seat, but it was to no avail.
His pulsating penis was displaying a mind of
its own. (Or, at least, a mind a tad bit
farther down the road of sexual exploration
than its young owner.)

Almost abhorred by his own primal responses,
Joey sprung open his eyes and clamored to
focus his attention back to the insistent
glowing screen of Chris' laptop.

"I'll get back to dude later," Joey thought
while raising his shaky hands to the
keyboard.

He used the keyboard's roller-ball to
position the cursor over "EXIT" and clicked
close his email client. Then he brought up
the URL window and typed in the address for
the Nifty Archive.

Thankful that was the last time he would
need two hands to navigate, Joey shifted to
find the most comfortable position possible.
His left hand rested upon the keyboard,
ready to navigate to the story of his
particular choice on that splendid September
morning. His right hand deftly reached for
the turgid shaft blossoming before him,
applying the pressure to pummel it into
pleasures beyond compare.

Scroll... Stroke. Squeeze. Exhale. Grip.
Scroll... Inhale. Stroke. Squeeze. Stroke.
Scroll... Breathe. Stroke. Squeeze. Pull. Tug.
Scroll... Yank. Breathe. Pound. Pump. Pant.
Scroll... Stroke. Fuck. Jack. Jerk. Groan.
Scroll... Faster. Squeeze. Tighter. Stroke.
Scroll... Moan. More. Stroke. Faster. Squeeze.
Scroll... Pump. Breathe. Faster. Tighter.

Stroke. Stroke. Stroke. Stroke. Stroke. Yes!

Joey's hand was flying over the length of
his hard shaft at blinding speed (ha-ha, no
pun intended). Soon, the pages he was
reading on Chris' computer would scroll no
farther. Joey knew then that the end was
near. This was a good thing, as he was so
very ready.

For the finale, he reached above and behind
him to a medicine cabinet over the toilet.
The small container of Vaseline that was
inside would come in handy right about then.

He smeared a liberal amount of Vaseline on
his palms, firmly gripped both hands on his
hard cock like a baseball player might a
bat, and proceeded with his monkey-spanking
moment.

Joey, being Joey, wasn't giving a lot of
thought to how much time all of this reading
and masturbating was taking him. Had he
realized it had been nearly 45 minutes since
the rest of the group left the breakfast
table to play hacky-sack out in the
sunshine, well, things might have been
different.

And if things had been different, Joey might
have been alerted to the insistent pleas of
a person desperately trying to hold back
from peeing their pants. But, of course,
Joey was Joey, and Joey didn't give anything
other than his quest for climax the
slightest bit of attention.

So, after two rounds of unanswered knocks on
the closed but unlocked bathroom door,
Justin decided he couldn't wait a moment
longer to release his bladder.  He firmly
grasped his expectant penis through his soft
sweat-shorts in a last-ditch attempt to
halt the impending flow and shouted, "I'm
comin' in Joey, ready or not!"

Little did he know, Joey was far from ready.