Date: Sat, 24 Dec 2011 15:08:49 -0500
From: chris a. <samdabisa@gmail.com>
Subject: All I Want for X-mas is Bieber Chapter 1

Usual disclaimer: This story is for a mature audience only. It is also 100%
fiction and is based on fantasy. Anything specified about a celebrity is,
again, false and is only part of the story. Depending on law where you
live, please be of age to read this story. Otherwise, author takes no
responsibility. All in all, if you are choosing to read my story, I hope it
is deamed enjoyable and leaves you head(s) drooling. Questions / comments
can be emailed to samdabisa@gmail.com.

It's Christmas time and Nassau Coliseum is holding a holiday concert with
some big name acts. They include Mariah Carey, Beyonnce, Pussycat Dolls,
Black Eyed Peas, and a few others. Of course for the teens, Justin Bieber
is going to be there as well; the girls want to date him, the guys want to
be him and the gay guys want to have him.

I was fortunate to be working the event as a Paramedic incase anyone got
sick or injured. There were a few of us there such that there was always an
ambulance crew present. My partner and I were assigned to the back stage
area in case any of the celebrities got injured or fell ill. Walking
around, I met practically all of the celebrities, some even taking pictures
with my partner and I.

As Justin Bieber was preparing to go onstage, I had noticed he took a puff
from an inhaler. I approached him to see if he was ok and to make sure he
was not having any breathing difficulties.

"Breathing ok?" I question.

"Yeah, I'm good," he replied. "Just a little tightness, wanted to make sure
my lungs opened up a little."

"Want me to give a quick listen, make sure no congestion?"

"Sure," he smiled as he lifted his shirt a little. This revealed a nice
dirty blonde treasure trail, nive subtle 6-pack and otherwise hairless
torso.

I took my stethoscope out and listened to his lungs. "No congestion
noticeable. You should be fine."

"Thanks man," he stated as he was announced on stage. "Catch ya later,eh?"

"Sure man. Let me know if you want a follow up after you're done," I
offered.

"Yeah, I'll like that," he smiled. He then proceeded to head on stage.

Justin performed on stage for about 20 minutes or so. His last song was a
duet with Mariah Carey, bringing her onto stage and serving as his last
song.

Justin headed back to his designated dressing room area. I let my partner
know I'd be back since I was going to followup with him and to call me on
my cell if I was needed.

I knocked on Justin's door.

"Come in!"

"Hello," I call into the room as I enter.

In front of me was a Bieber naked from the waist up. Justin stood about my
height at 5'9". At 17, he had some nice definition. While he was skinny at
probably 150 lbs or so, I was a bit heftier at 220 lbs. I also had 8 years
his senior.

"Hey man. I'm still feeling fine, no tightness," he told me as I closed the
door behind me.

"Want me to still take a listen?"

"Sure man, better safe then sorry," he replied.

I took my stehtoscope out again and listened to his lungs again. As I moved
in closer to listen to the back of his lungs, I took in a whiff. The smell
was a mix of teen musk with mostly the smell of Deordorant and Irish spring
soap. It gave me a little chubby (aka semi).

Apparently he noticed me smell him, "I guess my lungs are fine, but what
does my scent have to tell you?"

"Well, tells me that you probably just washed up real quick before I came
in," I replied as I took a few steps back as I put my stehtoscope away.

"And that is a bad thing?" he inquired.

"No, no. Not a bad things. Just an observation. Though, a hot shower with
some steam would help the lungs out too," I added.

"Well, I would shower right now, but that would mean I would need to get
all hot and sweaty. I didn't even break a sweat out on the stage."

"To be honest though, you would only need to get sweaty," I smiled. "You
are already hot."

Justin shifted a little, looking a little on the uncomfortable side. "I'm
not gay, dude," he stammered.

"So?" I questioned. "Doesn't mean you don't have needs. All teen guys are
horny, want someone to release a load for them. I'm willing to help. I'm
bi. Just because you are famous doesn't make it automatic for me to want to
get between your legs. It just makes me want it more. But if you don't want
me licking those amazing pecs, kissing down along your happy trail, or even
rubbing what I can only imagine are a nice set of balls then that's ok." I
pause for about a minute to let it sink in a little. "But I can tell by the
semi you have in your basketball shorts that you would really love a
blowjob, but a little unsure if you want one from me."

I start walking to the door and tell him, "My offer stands through the
remainder of the concert and even tonight if you stay in the area. Here is
my number and my name is Chris," as I place piece of paper down on a table.

"Chris," Justin started to say.

I paused as I was about to open the door and turn my attention back to
Justin.

With his basketball shorts down around his thighs, I couldn't help but
stare at his cock at about 6" and still not even fully hard, nice low
hanging balls and well trimmed pubes. He adds after trying to find the
right words, "Like I said, I am not gay. But I would love to have my blue
balls taken care of. All the girls that have been attacking me lately are
14 year olds."

He pulls his shorts back up, grabs a pad and pen from the desk and writes
something. "Be here after you get off work. If any of this leaks out to the
public, I'll have my lawyers ripping you a new ass hole."

I take the piece of paper and add, "I am all about being discrete. Trust
me."

As I am about to walk out the door, Justin stops me, plants a kiss on me,
tongue and everything.

"I'll see you later," he states with a wink and a whisper.

Part 2 to come soon.