Date: Wed, 28 Mar 2001 03:29:58 EST
From: kingdomgone@angelfire.com
Subject: Beach Blanket Bingo

In case you were wondering:

This story ~does~ indeed contain some pretty straight-forward "man on man
action" between members of *NSync. That means two things: one, it's
fiction. Sorry, bois... I'm not here to make assumptions about any member
of the band's sexuality. I'm just a storyteller.

It also means that it's illegal to read this if your local laws say so;
this can be determined by your region, age, and yes, even your sex. [As in
male or female...] By continuing on, you do so on and of your own free
will, completely releasing me from any kind of blame.

As it stands, this story is incomplete. Drop me a line if you have any
compliments or if you're interested in helping me complete it. You can
reach me at: kingdomgone@angelfire.com

Beach Blanket Bingo
by Kingdom Gone


The Winnebago pulled up in front of the small, threadbare cabin. The driver
pressed on the brakes a little quickly, and the large vehicle slid a few
feet in the sand, skidding sideways. The passenger door opened, and a tall,
athletic boy with curly blonde hair stepped out, a little shaky, into the
sand. He looked back up into the driver's cabin.

"That is the last time we let you drive. Anywhere." he said.

"Well, how in the hell was I supposed to see the place until we were right
up in front of it? All these damn palm trees..." came the response.

Another boy climbed down, out of the living quarters. After running his
hands through his blond hair that stuck straight up, he put his hands on
his hips, and looked around. The small cabin was surrounded by palm trees,
and other assortments of tropical plant life. "Damned palm trees, indeed,"
he said. "Next time we'll vacation at a landfill, okay? Think you could see
our cardboard boxes, then?"

The driver climbed down, his sandaled feet plopping into the sand. "Oh,
fuck off. I'd like to see you drive this thing. Oh, wait. You're too
young." The other boy glared at him. "Oh, yeah. You just look too young to
drive. My bad." The driver knelt down, looking at the tires and the skid
marks in the sand. "Come to think of it, that was kind of fun. Heh." He
smiled, a gorgeous smile that could warp all the lassies into his arms, and
a few of the lads, at that.

Two other boys climbed out, yawning. The shorter one looked around. "Are we
there yet?"

Curly looked up from the designs he was drawing into the sand with his bare
feet. "Yeah, finally. Be glad you slept through it. I was tempted to kiss
the sand when I got out."

The taller of the dark haired boys looked around at his surroundings,
squinting. It was a moment before he spoke:

"N'Sync takes on the Beach cabin."

Curly looked over at him. The five of them stood, staring at the
cabin. "Isn't this how horror movies start?"

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The living room took up most of the interior of the cabin. There were three
doors that led to two double sized bedrooms, and one single. The kitchen
was an alcove to the right of the front door. A wall seperated the kitchen
and the bathroom, which had no door. There was a door straight across from
the front door that led outside, to a deck that wrapped all the way around
two sides of the cabin. Aside from a few creature comforts, the cabin was
pretty barren. There was a couch and two chairs in the living room, a small
table with two chairs in the kitchen. The bathroom had a toilet, a sink,
and a stand-up shower. Each room was equipped with a single bed and a
single chair.

The five boys stood just inside the door, surveying their temporary
vacation home. The driver, Joey Fatone, ran his hand through his neon-pink
hair and looked over at his best friends. "Remind me never to accept
another manager-sponsored vacation, okay?"

The short one, with dark hair, Chris, looked over at him and said "I
agree. I think I'm going to sleep in the winney," and he started to walk
out the door. The other dark headed one, JC Chasez, grabbed him by the
arm. "Nuh uh. If we have to sleep here, you have to sleep here."

Chris looked up at him. "Man, can't you do anything on your own. Everything
you guys do, you need me around. I'm sick of playing you mother."

"You're not playing mother. We were just told not to let you run around on
your own. You know, kind of like a little brother?" Curly, Justin, snorted.

Nothing they said was out of anger. The five boys that made up NSync were
the best of friends, and their playful attitudes were only heightened by
the idea of vacation on a beach, hidden away from screaming fans and
paparazzi of all sorts.

Lance Bass looked around. "So, what do we do, first?"

"I know what I'm doing," said Joey.

"What's that? Learnin' to drive?" Justin raised his eyebrows.

Joey didn't even bother to laugh. He turned around, facing the beach and
the ocean. Then he took off. After he ran a few yards out into the sand, he
leaned forward, his hands burying in the grains, and he did a flip, landing
on his back. He reached his arms back around his head and stared up at the
sun.

He didn't lay there long until a pair of legs ran directly past him,
throwing sand up in his face. He lifted his head up and watched as Justin
executed a similar flip a few feet away. Soon, three more pairs of legs ran
past him. He heard a scream of delight from one of them. JC followed Justin
and Joey's lead and flipped into the sand. Chris ran and then stopped
suddenly, sliding in the sand, and fell back. Lance ripped his t-shirt from
his torso and headed straight for the water. He dived in with a splash, and
disappeared. Joey pushed himself up on his arms and stood, brushing the
sand from his chest and face. He, too, tore off his shirt and followed his
friend into the blue ocean water.

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As the sun retreated into the horizon, so did the boys retreat into the
cabin. Joey was sprawled out on the couch. Justin and Chris each took a
chair, draping themselves over the armrests, like tossed clothing, or
draped curtains. Lance was reclined on the floor, staring up at the ceiling
fan. JC was in the kitchen, trying to cobble together five grilled-cheese
sandwiches.

Justin inhaled deeply, and then exhaled slowly. Joey looked over to him,
and said "I can agree with that." It was pretty simple:

They were already bored.

Lance was tapping his foot to an imaginary beat. JC entered into the living
room, ignoring their sandwiches for a moment. "That's a pretty good point
you guys have. What are we supposed to do at night?"

Joey leapt up, as if a sudden idea had struck him. Indeed, it had. He raced
out the door, and the four boys exchanged glances as they heard him
entering the Winney, and then digging through it.

Suddenly, he entered, a large grey box in his arms. Two turntables and a
microphone. Justin smiled as Joey's plan became clear.

Pretty soon, the boys had Joey's turntables set up in the corner, and a
myriad of lights stationed around the living room. Lance had hung a disco
ball from the ceiling fan. They were surrounded in the dark. Suddenly, a
voice boomed out over the silence:

"Prepare, partiers! DJ Phat One is in the motherfucking house!"

Immediately, they were bathed in a circus of flashing lights as Joey spun
records of house music. Each was a talented dancer, but they abandoned
thoughts of synchronized routines for a more primal kind of motion, swaying
to the music as it poured through them.

They'd been dancing for almost twenty minutes when suddenly the music
stopped, and the lights froze with it. Justin looked around. "Hey, Joe,
what's goin' on? We're not even closed to done!!!" Joey flashed his
devilish grin.

Suddenly they were faced with their own 'Bringin' Da Noise', remixed as it
was by Joey's talented hands. Each of the four dancers presented their own
version of a routine dance they had done hundreds of time, both on stage
and in the practice room. To the side, Lance and Justin danced together,
bringing their bodies together in a motion that was dangerously close to
being sexual.

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"So, who gets what room?"

The question started almost instant bickering. Each one of them wanted, and
felt they deserved, the single. Living together with four other boys
nonstop can do that to you.

"Hey!" Joey's shout cut over them all. Justin realized that he was the only
one who hadn't fought for the room. He was standing in the door frame to
the front door, shirtless, silhouetted by the moonlight. They all looked
over at him. "Why don't we all sleep outside? I mean, the weather's fucking
great. The moon's full. The ocean's peaceful."

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The others were asleep. They were all tucked into various forms of sleeping
bags, most of them derived from covers they had found in the Winney. They'd
had a small camp fire, but now it was nothing more than a small stack of
smoldering sticks. Justin loved the smell. He didn't understand how the
others could sleep through such a beautiful night. Their sleeping blankets
were scattered around the beach. Justin's was farthest away from
anyone. Finally, he closed his eyes, still whistling. He'd enjoyed
tonight's activities more than anything else he'd done before.

Off to his right he heard a noise, and his mind suddenly flittered through
memories of summer camp fears that he was being surrounded by animals in
his sleep. He flicked his eyes open, but there was nothing there except the
far away bodies of his sleeping buddies. After a few moments, he felt safe
enough to close his eyes again.

That's when he felt lips pressed against his own. Part of him wanted to
surrender to them. The other made him open his eyes. Straddled over him, in
a push-up position, was Joey. Justin jerked away, his eyes wide in
astonishment. "Joey!?! What the fuck are you..." Joey's hands covered his
mouth, shutting him up.

"Do you want to wake the others up?" He asked. To be truthful, Justin
didn't know the answer to that question. "Now, can I pull my hand away,"
Joey asked. Justin nodded. It was all he could do. Joey pulled his hand
away slowly, and then kissed Justin again. Justin pulled away again.

"Joey, should..." he started to ask.

Joey interrupted. "Let's not make this into anything it's not, okay? Let's
just do it." Justin wasn't sure if that was a pun on words, or not. He
didn't have time to think about it. Joey's mouth was on his, his tongue
pressing against his lips. He opened them, and he felt Joey's tongue slide
into his mouth. He'd never been kissed like that. Not that well. Not by a
guy. But he didn't care.

Joey collapsed his body on top of Justin's, and moved his hands up to move
through Justin's curly hair. Justin lifted his hips up, pressing against
Joey's form. Joey stopped kissing him, hovering his lips just over
Justin's, but not touching. Tempting. Justin didn't know if he could take
it.

Joey felt Justin lift up and suddenly he was thrown from on top of him, and
Justin was over him in a second, kissing him harder than he thought Justin
had the guts for. He wanted to know just how far he could take him, how far
they could go. He wrapped his arms around Justin's bare torso, sliding his
hands over his back. After a moment, he slid them down, beneath the elastic
of Justin's boxers. Justin didn't flinch, didn't cringe. Joey smiled
through their kiss, wrapping his hands around Justin's ass. Justin's hands
were wrapped around his head, through his pink hair. His tongue was pushed
into Joey's mouth, still. Joey slid his hand just a little, until his
finger slid in between Justin's cheeks and pressed lightly against his
hole. Justin responded by pressing his groin into Joey. He couldn't help
but groan.

Justin slid his knees down, around Joey's thighs, and lifted his body from
Joey's, slightly. He brought his right hand down and tugged at Joey's
boxers. His hands brushed the length of Joey's cock as he tried to slide
them down. Joey lifted his hips up, allowing Justin to get his boxers past
his ass. Justin kicked Joey's boxers off completely using his foot. Joey
didn't know exactly how far away he was from the edge. Not very far.

Justin broke their kiss and slid his body down Joey's. Freed from his
boxers, Joey's cock was laying against his stomach. Justin wrapped his hand
around it and stroked it twice, getting a feel for it. He leaned down and
started kissing Joey's stomach, pressing his tongue into his belly
button. He traced his tongue alongside Joey's pubes, pushing it between his
thigh and the flesh around his cock. Joey pushed himself up on his arms to
watch Justin. He was just too good looking not to.

Justin wrapped his mouth around the base of Joey's cock as much as he
could, still stroking it. Shivers of pleasure ran through Joey's body. He
didn't know how long he could last. Justin's mouth traced a path up his
cock, until he enveloped the head. Joey could feel the orgasm
approaching. He reached out and lifted Justin's head from his cock. "Not
yet. We want this to last, don't we?"

With that he sat up, and Justin scooted closer, wrapping his knees over
Joey's legs. Joey kissed along his neck, sucking on his skin. He moved down
to Justin's nipple, brushing his tongue lightly against it. He could feel
Justin shudder. He wrapped his lips around the brown spot and sucked. His
hands groped along Justin's back.

Suddenly Joey lifted himself up onto his knees, and Justin slid down. Joey
used one of his hands on the front of Justin's chest to press him
backwards, using his other arm to keep Justin from falling. Slowly he laid
Justin down on his back. He moved his mouth from Justin's nipple down his
stomach and paused, hovering over Justin's boxers. He kissed at Justin's
cock through the thin silk fabric, causing Justin to moan. Turning his head
slightly sideways, he wrapped his lips around the base of Justin's cock,
massaging it with his tongue. Slowly, he pulled the elastic away from
Justin's smooth stomach and slid the shorts down his legs. He didn't waste
any time going down on Justin's cock. Justin moaned louder. He heard Justin
whisper something.

"Fuck me." Joey looked up at him, to see if he was serious. Justin nodded.

Joey burrowed his head between Justin's legs, lifting them up, and around
his shoulders, over his back. He traced a line with his tongue from
Justin's balls down to his asshole. He teased it, flicking his tongue over
it. Justin pulsed with pure pleasure, anticipation. Suddenly he felt Joey's
tongue plunge into the hole. He'd never felt anything like it. Joey was
going all the way, pressing his mouth against his ass, pushing his tongue
in as far as it would go. Inside, he circled his tongue around. Justin was
moaning louder and louder.

Justin was almost disappointed when Joey pulled his tongue out, but he
looked up to see Joey lean up and stroke his cock. A thin, clear drip of
silky fluid was pouring from it, and Joey was coating his cock with it. He
scooted a little closer, and Justin once again lifted his legs, wrapping
them around Joey's shoulders. He felt the head of Joey's cock press against
his asshole, and it quivered. He felt it push, and then enter him. It took
him a second to accomodate Joey's cock, but it slid in with relative ease,
and less pain than Justin expected. Joey paused for a moment before he
started to pull out slowly. Justin's eyes rolled back in his head as he let
out his loudest moan. Joey was a little worried that he would wake the
others, but he was in too much pleasure to really worry about it.

Joey pulled about halfway out before sliding back in. Smooth as could
be. Justin bit his lower lip and let out a short series of moans that
turned into grunts as Joey continued pushing in, pulling out. He felt Joey
lay on top of him, and his legs slid from his shoulders, down to his
hips. Joey pressed a hand into the sand on either side of Justin's head. He
wanted Joey to kiss him, and he did, while he continued his rhythm.

It didn't take long before he felt Joey tense, and his cock spew cum inside
of him. The pleasure was too much, and with his cock sliding in between
there bodies, he released his own cum over their chests. Joey continued a
little bit more, smearing it over their stomachs. He grunted, and then
sighed, collapsing on top of Justin. He looked into Justin's eyes, and
flashed his smile. Justin's own smile rivaled his won. Neither one had ever
been so happy.

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When Lance opened his eyes, the sun had just crested over the horizon. The
shadows of palm trees stretched over his body, and he yawned,
stretching. Standing, he wiped the sleep from his eyes. He looked out onto
the ocean to see Joey sitting in the water, rubbing his chest, splashing
water over himself, as if he were cleaning. A few seconds later, he
realized that Justin was in the water, too, or, rather, coming out of
it. Lance yelled out for him.

"Hey, Lance. Sleep well?" Justin asked.

"Yeah. You?"

"Heh. Yeah. Really well."

Lance looked him up and down, and then looked into his eyes. "Really? It
looks like you didn't sleep a wink." Justin laughed a little, but didn't
elaborate. Lance waited a moment, then spoke again. "God, it's beautiful
out here, isn't it?"

"The most beautiful place I've ever been, in my entire life. I've never
been happier."

"Wow. Didn't know you were enjoying yourself so much."

"Yeah, well..."

Just then Joey came up behind Justin, planting his hands on his shoulders,
and leap-frogging over his head to land in a plume of sand that barely
paused in the air before plunging down to the beach again. "What's up,
guys?" he asked.

"Not much." Lance answered. Joey turned his attention to Justin. "Man, you
look like you didn't sleep at all." Lance didn't miss the wink that passed
from Joey to Justin, and then Justin's almost embarrassed look as he turned
his head to examine the white sand of the beach.

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Lance and Justin stood on opposite sides of the impromptu volleyball net
than JC and Chris.

...

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