Date: Tue, 11 Dec 2001 17:47:37 -0800 (PST)
From: Adam Irwin <golden_silence27@yahoo.com>
Subject: Heavy Thinking

Disclaimer

Gay...sex...pop stars..you should be 18...this is fiction. (think I covered
it all)

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respond to you just as quick as possible. I hope you enjoy.

Hands aren't meant do what Justin Timberlake's hands can do. They're meant
to be skillful in whatever you passion them to be, but hands are not
supposed to give you please at the light grace of a finger tip over your
cold and exposed skin. Goosebumps should come from the cold and a little
bit of a fear, not the loving embrace of lover to lover. But Justin's hands
do all that and more, you just shudder and thank god those hands touch you
every night and not another.

Lips are meant for kisses and pouting, at least, Justin Timberlake's are
meant for that and more. Sure, talking and eating is pretty dependent on
them, but, well, Justin can do so much more and so much better than just
those stupid necessities in life. After all, his chapped, irritated lips
from constant nervous gnawing feel so good against your perfectly smooth
ones. His tongue subsiding to yours as you grace through those lips,
completely holding him at bay, all your power starting at those lips.
That's a whole hell of a lot of power for such a small body part.

His eyes scare you some times. They hold more than you ever thought a
library or genius could hold in a life time. Then again, Justin holds a lot
in himself. The first time you saw love, you saw it through teary eyes. No,
you weren't crying, you don't cry...but Justin does, and he did that day.
The tears flowed from his beautiful eyes, you mistook it for sadness, but
then, laughter mixed with tears is so much pretttier of a sight to behold.

You could keep on thinking about his body for ever if it wasn't for the
fact that his excellent hands and chapped lips weren't working on you in
another way. You can feel it coming on, you know you are so close to
orgasm, but you try to resist. You know the game he's playing, and you
aren't going to win. Well, you will win, but not yet. Justin likes to
tease, and you are definetly following into that temptation without much of
a resistance at all.

Each flickered over the head of your hardened cock is another moment
ticking from your life, but you couldn't live any other way. What could be
better? No, not the money or the fame, you could care less about that. The
fans? Yeah right, half of them would turn away in a second at this sight.
Oh, this, yeah, you couldn't live without a good cock sucking from the
Justin Timberlake could you?

Or maybe you underestimate yourself. You know there is so much more to it
then that, it just expresses through his blow jobs. You know you love him,
and you've seen the love he has for you a hundred times over, even when he
doesn't want you to see it. He can't hide it, not from you, not any more.
At first he could, but you even managed to get past that barrier, you broke
every one of Justin's barriers.

Speaking of barriers, Justin's game is slowly moving onto the next round.
Your cock is still hard, rock hard, harder than usual. It's been a while
since you and Justin have been together, and you refuse to jack off. You're
too hard headed to admit that even you some times need to get a little
release, whether it be by yourself or not. But some one you like doesn't
jack off, not likely, cuz you have Justin Timberlake to do it for you. And
he does it so well.

Through all of your excitement and pleasure you think it would be rather
difficult to think of anything else but the actions going on below you. But
you couldn't be more wrong. Cuz just the thought of jacking off sends you
back into the past. That first night with Justin.

You had just met him, no more than two hours later and he was jacking you
off in his limo. Some thing about Josh dumping him, you couldn't help but
laugh on the inside just thinking about it now. If Josh had been stupid
enough to pass up a hoover for a mouth and a tight ass, well than, you
rightfully deserved Justin. But then, if he could pass up the loving heart
of Justin, Josh really didn't deserve any one at all you decided.

Ohhhhhhh

You shudder, cuz Justin's moving onto round three. You don't know why, but
Justin never lets you do any work in the bedroom. You just sit there and he
jacks you off. You sit there and he sucks your dick, rubs your balls,
teases you to the point of no return. And now, he takes it into his own
hands to fuck. Your dick is at his entrance, and he's slowly sitting on it,
you're still, hands to the side, although you can hardly contain yourself
from pushing him down on top of you.

He's tight, after all the sex, he's still as tight as the first time. You
were his first, Josh missed out on that too. He missed out on a lot.

It's time to quit playing the game, cuz Justin is definetly doing too much
on his own. You take the initiative now, and Justin doesn't seem to mind at
all. You've got it all perfected, you easily flip him from on top of you in
a sitting position to underneath you, your eyes locking with each other as
you tenderly kiss him.

Each pump is like breathing new life into each other. You give him same and
take it back just as quickly, a little of him with you, while a little of
yourself seems to linger in his body. You know he's close, your use to the
small moans and clicking noises he makes. It's like a whimper from a small
animal, that's what Justin calls it, you call it cute and adorable.

You shudder with your relief, he's already shot his cum, and he looks like
an angel in the most heavenly form. You just wish you could give this
picture to your fans in the newsletter. Or possibly to all the religious
critics in the world who hurt he gay community on a daily basis. No, if you
had a picture of this, you'd keep it in a locket for yourself, cuz damn if
you wouldn't ejaculate after just taking a peek at it.

"Hold me?" His voice is soft, child like and innocent. You can't refuse,
you never will.

You pull him close, wrap your arms around his chest and let him sink his
newly curled hair into your shoulder. He's asleep with in seconds, he never
can stay up much longer after the sex. But you expect it and welcome
it. He's young, not much younger than you, but still, he's not as
experienced or well versed in the world. And you don't mind being there
when he does learn the things he needs to know.

You wouldn't mind being there for the rest of your life. And you smile,
pull him even tighter and snuggle in for the sleep you need too. Becuase
your Nick Carter, and if you wanna cuddle with your boyfriend after a long
night of passion and love, then you have every right to. After all, that
picture you were thinking of, it's only in your head, and that makes you
sleep a hell of a lot easier.