Date: Mon, 25 Aug 2003 14:01:27 -0700 (PDT)
From: Michael Bryan <mzbryan2003@yahoo.com>
Subject: JC and the Actor (Chapter 10)

JC and the Actor, Chapter 10, Copyright 2003
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The following story is entirely a work of fiction.  It is not meant to
imply anything about the sexuality or the personal lives of the members of
NSYNC, or any other celebrities mentioned.  If you are underage, or if it
is illegal to read sexually explicit gay material where you live, don't
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Thanks to everyone who has written me.  I love hearing from such a variety
of people and hope you all continue to enjoy the story.  Please keep the
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Chapter 10

	I sat across from Larry Ridgecliff, a large glass desk separating
us.  Allen sat next to me, waiting to give me a warning look each time I
spoke.

	"Larry," (he had told me to call him Larry) "I have complete
confidence in your ability to make me a star.  You obviously have done it
with several people and have made some of the biggest films of the past ten
years."  I didn't tell him that I had only seen one of them, and that it
was a few days ago.  "But at some point I'm going to need to know what the
movie is about."

	Larry looked at me and rolled his eyes.  I could tell that Allen
was ready to rip the arms off of his chair.  "You artists," Larry sighed.
"Always want to start working on your characters.  Are you worried that you
can't bring what I want to the table?"

	I stared back at him.  "No."  He smiled.  I instinctively knew that
in Hollywood, being a bit of an ass could get you really far.

	"Ok," he said, slapping his hands together.  "It's based on a novel
about a guy studying chimpanzees in Kenya.  You basically get all obsessed
with the monkeys, and when poachers begin killing them, you form this
militant group of people that start hunting the poachers."  He smiled and
bobbed his head.

	"So, it's kind of like Jane Goodall meets the Terminator."

	"Exactly!" he laughed.  "But with a lot of class.  "It's actually a
really in depth character study and the main character, you, is basically
in every scene.  It would be a real showcase for you."  He saw that my
expression was not changing.  "Plus," he added.  "We get to go film for
three months in Africa."

	I had to admit that I was hiding my excitement.  While I was
truthfully concerned about what kind of movie this would be, I could see
that it had a "breakout" star quality to it.  Larry pulled out the
screenplay and handed it over to me.

	"Take a look," he said.  "It's actually really good.  The author
wrote the screenplay himself, and the bastard somehow got a contract that
said we couldn't alter it."  My interest increased at the prospect of
making a movie that wasn't written by thirteen people.

	"Well, I'll have to read this and get back to you."  I think both
Larry and Allen were expecting me to accept right away.

	Larry leaned closer to his desk.  "You should know that the studio
is pushing me to put Ben Affleck in this, and he wants it.  But I don't
like him."

	I laughed a bit.  "Neither do I."

	We discussed the movie for a while, and Larry gave me a preview of
some of the more exciting scenes they would be filming.  The idea of
filming on location was absolutely thrilling to me, but I made sure Larry
didn't know that.  He explained to me how much he likes working with new
talent and that he thought my look against the backdrop of the African
jungle would be cinematic magic.

	Before Allen and I headed out the door, Larry called to me.
"Nathan, the buzz around you isn't going to last forever.  You best strike
while the iron is hot."

	I turned back, smiling, placing my hand on the doorknob behind me.
"We'll see."

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	A car dropped me back at JC's house and I headed up to the bedroom.
Outside of Larry's office Allen had read me the riot act, asking me what
the hell I thought I was doing.  I told him that I didn't see how eagerness
would help my autonomy in the long run and that I still had other offers to
consider.  "They're from frikin' Merchant-Ivory!" he yelled.  "Don't you
want people to see the movie you're in?"

	JC's bed was abnormally large and all white.  I stretched out on
it, lying on my stomach with my feet turned up in the air.  I didn't know
when JC would be coming back, but figured he would call.  I cracked open
the binding of the script and started reading.  By the second page I could
already tell that it wasn't bad, and by the tenth page I started thinking
that it was good.  I wondered how such a project fell into the hands of
Larry Ridgecliff, but reminded myself that I really didn't know enough
about his work.

	I had read about one-third of the script when I heard a knock on
the bedroom door.  I turned toward it and said, "Come in," expecting it to
be JC.  Lance poked his head in and asked if I was busy.  I said no and he
came over and hopped up on the bed, sitting back on his heels.

	"What'cha doing?" he asked, staring at me with his big blue eyes.

	"Just reading a script." I answered.
	"Cool, is it for a new play?"

	"No, it's for a film."  I wondered if he had heard me on the plane
when I talked about why I was going to LA.

	"Awesome, is it good?"

	"Pretty good actually."  I closed the script, thinking that this
conversation wouldn't be ending shortly.  Lance rocked back and forth for a
bit.

	"So do you want to go swimming?" he finally asked.

	"Not really."  I didn't.

	"Do you want to go for a drink?"

	I looked at my watch.  It was two o'clock.  "Are you bored Lance?"

	"Yes."

	"No clubs or movie premieres to go to right now?"

	"No."

	I sat up, realizing that I wasn't going to get out of this.  I was
going to ask him why he wasn't with the others, but decided against it.
"Well, I'm kind of hungry."

	"Cool, let's go."  He hopped off the bed and headed toward the
door.  I got up and followed.

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	When Lance showed up last night, he was claiming that he didn't
know what he was thinking when he had agreed to stay at Justin's.
Apparently, all the guys weren't great fans of Justin's relationship and
thought that it was as confusing as I did.  "Is he not getting how much
older she is?" he laughed.  "It's like going out drinking with my mother."
He struck me as being a little bitchy, and I thought it was kind of funny.
Lance said he didn't want to stay in any more hotels and brought his stuff
into the guest room JC had on the first floor.  I had been hoping JC and I
would have had this time alone, but knew it wasn't my place to say anything
since JC himself raised no objection.

	Lance took me to an outdoor café on Sunset.  His driving style
had been quite different from JC's, and I found myself putting a lot of
faith in the German construction of his BMW as he sped through the city.

	We talked for a while about this and that.  He told me what a great
guy JC was and that he was happy that he liked me.  "You're nothing like
his past boyfriends," he said.  I kept telling myself that I should be
aggravated by the some of the comments he made, but for some reason they
didn't annoy me coming from him.

	"Well, not many people are like me," I said, sipping my water and
trying not to speculate about how many relationships JC had been in.

	The waitress came over.  She was blond and pretty, and smiled
demurely at Lance while she took our orders.  When she walked away Lance
leaned over the table and whispered, "I fucked her two weeks ago."  Long
ago I had learned that registering shock at what people may say to you was
not the way to continue a conversation.  I nodded and said, "cool."

	"She's not just a waitress, she's also an actress."  He picked up
his glass.  "I think she'll be very big one day."  He was staring at me
again and I found myself feeling a bit uncomfortable.

	"Um," I began, hoping to start a new topic of conversation.  "So
didn't you guys have press to do today?"

	"Yeah," he replied.  "But I get really sick of doing it sometimes.
We've basically been doing this shit for weeks now, so I decided to take
the day off.  All of us play sick now and then.  It's the only way to keep
your sanity."

	"You're a bad kid, Lance."  I smiled and he winked at me in
acceptance of my statement.  The food arrived and I ate quite quickly.  I
hadn't really eaten since the late lunch JC and I had yesterday.  Lance
started telling me about the different spots he loved in LA.  I had been to
a few of them during previous trips, but most I had never heard of.  In the
few moments where he was quiet, I looked at him and thought to myself that
physically he definitely had to win the vote for most-improved NSYNC-er.
When the band had started he was a bit stocky, put in the past couple of
years he had really gotten himself into shape.  While he was certainly
still stockier than JC, or even Justin for that matter, he had definite
defined muscles under the t-shirt he was wearing and absentmindedly I
looked at his smooth golden arms.  I wondered if his new approach to life
went hand in hand with his new body.

	"So is there a gym near JC's house?" I asked suddenly.  I think
Lance's arms may have reminded me that I would need to work out while I was
here.

	"Ahah, there is a gym in JC's house.  That boy doesn't like to let
anyone see him sweat."  For some reason I couldn't really picture JC at a
public gym, regardless of how upscale it might be.  He wasn't a real show
off.

	"Oh, cool." I said.  "He didn't tell me about that."

	"Well, he probably only wants you doing your workouts with him."  I
smiled again and, for lack of anything better to do, picked up a breadstick
and started chewing.  He continued, "Yeah, so Justin told me that you're
like naked in that play your doing.  He seemed quite impressed with your,
uh, confidence."  I imagined that Justin would always take note of someone
who seemed to possess more self-confidence than he did, regardless of what
area it was in.

	"It doesn't really bother me," I said calmly.  "And it really is
essential to the play's meaning."

	"Yeah," he said, picking up a breadstick as well.  "I don't think
it would bother me either."

	I don't know why people who seem a bit off intrigue me, but Lance
fit the description of this type of person perfectly.  We would talk about
something mundane, then he would just come out with a strange or suggestive
statement that I really never knew how to react to.  It was like he had a
little motor inside him that would periodically get revved up.  If he
wasn't attractive maybe I would have found it more annoying to be around
him, but he was a cute, silly guy to be around, and all and all I thought
he was fun.

	We had finished lunch and were driving when my cell phone rang.
"Hey Allen," I said casually, knowing it would piss him off.

	"So have you read it?" he asked quickly.  I told him that I had
started reading it and that I didn't think it was bad.  "So can I tell him
you'll do it?" he asked.

	"Allen, I have to give it some serious thought.  I mean, I'm doing
the play now, and Larry didn't say when filming was to begin."

	"Three months."

	"What?"

	"Production starts in three months.  Larry called me a while ago
and worked out some of the logistics with me."

	"Allen, there's no way I can leave the play in three months, we've
only had four performances!  And you shouldn't be negotiating things
without me."  Lance gave me a 'thumbs up' from the driver's seat and shook
his head up and down.

	"Listen Nathan, I know how to work for your best interests, so
don't worry about that.  But I've been in this business long before you
were, and I know how to get you where you want to be."  I began to
interrupt but he kept talking.  "I'm telling you not to pass this up.
You've already gotten your reviews from the play.  You'll probably win the
Tony.  You'll have three months to do it and then its time to do this.
This is what will give you the power to control your career in the future.
But if you stay in the theater or make some fucking independent movie that
four people go to see, you'll stay at the same level.  You'll keep having
to audition and hope that a good project comes your way."

	I had let him rant with the intention of objecting at the end, but
by the time he had finished I no longer knew what to say.  I realized that
he was right.  I did want to be involved in high-quality productions.  I
did eventually want to be able to decide what play or movie to be in.  I
wanted to have the power to pitch projects and request directors.  I wanted
to be an actor and a star.  I looked over at Lance who was looking back at
me, probably wondering why I had been silent for so long while still on the
phone.

	"Tell him I'll do it." I said.  It was perhaps the most impulsive
statement I had ever made.  I hoped it was the right one.

	"Excellent," Allen yelled.  "I'll let Larry know."

	I clicked off the phone and Lance smiled and reached over to pat me
on the back.  "Wow, that was quick," he said.  "I guess you're a movie star
now?"

	"How much do you think you get for a first film?" I asked.  Lance
laughed and said that now we had to celebrate.  I said it wasn't really
necessary but he insisted on taking me for a drink at some bar that opened
early.  We both ordered beers and clicked our bottles together before we
drank.

	"This is cool," Lance said.  "So now you'll be around a lot."  I
told him that the movie was actually going to be filmed in Africa.
"Shame," he said, sipping his beer.  I looked back at him, not saying
anything.  After a minute or two, he looked straight at me and said, "Josh
told you some stuff about me didn't he?"  I knew what he meant but feigned
ignorance.

	"What do you mean?"  I swallowed hard.

	"That I'm a big slut."  He raised his eyebrows in mock shock at his
own statement.

	"Well, he didn't say it quite like that."

	"And he probably told you how worried he is about me and how my
behavior is probably symptomatic of some underlying problem."

	"He does seem to be concerned about you."

	"The guy has got to lighten up," Lance laughed.  "What he refuses
to get is that I really just love to fuck.  It doesn't really get any
deeper than that."

	I didn't quite know how to make a counterpoint to that statement.
"I think he is just worried about you getting into a situation that no one
can get you out of."

	Lance rolled his eyes.  "What situation?  Everyone knows the
rules."  There was a certain logic to what he was saying.  I did think JC
was overreacting a bit.  After all, it wasn't necessarily any of his
business unless it affected the group, and the idea of some guy being
willing to tell the public that he blew Lance in a club couldn't be very
likely.

	"And if anyone should be worried about scandal, shouldn't he be?"
I looked back at him, suddenly feeling very protective of JC.

	"Josh isn't afraid of people knowing who he is.  He's worried about
you being accused of something you claim you're not."  I added the 'claim'
language to insult him a bit, but I didn't feel good about it after I did.
In any event, it didn't seem to matter to him.

	"Look," he said.  "Just tell Josh to stop worrying.  There's a
whole exciting world out there, and I'm just not willing to take only a
small part of it."  We had long finished our drinks and he stood up to go.
I followed him out and we headed back toward JC's house.  Our conversation
slowly turned back into what it had been during the day.  When we were back
in JC's garage he told me where the gym was and then headed up to the guest
bedroom on the first floor, which was above us.  He said he had to make
some calls.  Before leaving he turned to me at the top of the stairs and
said, "So if you're ever interested..."  He smiled again and went in the
house.

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	I changed into a sleeveless t-shirt and gym shorts, and then I
worked out in a bit of a daze.  In only a few short hours I had changed the
course of my career, made arrangements to star in a gigantic Hollywood
film, and, if I was not mistaken, been propositioned by my boyfriend's best
friend.  I was worried that I had maybe given Lance some idea that I was
interested in him.  I told myself that he was just a big flirt and that he
probably was just kidding around.  But then I thought about the type of guy
he was and realized he probably wouldn't have any problem fucking his best
friend's boyfriend.  He probably wouldn't even know what the big deal was.

	I knew that I would never cheat on JC.  I would never want another
person to feel the betrayal that I did.  Still, I couldn't help but at
least visualize being with Lance.  I imagined for a second going over to
his room, opening the door, dropping down in front of him, pushing his
pants down, and roughly taking him into my mouth.  He would probably have
gotten hard in an instant, and my hands would have started roaming up his
smooth chest.

	I came back to reality and could feel the erection in my gym pants.
I told myself that there was no controlling my imagination so I resisted
the temptation to feel guilty.  I did, however, think that a cold shower
was in order.

	The shower in JC's bathroom was a wonder of engineering and
plumbing.  It was as large as a small bathroom itself, and enclosed by
thick glass.  Two of the gray stone walls of the room were exposed inside
it, and it had a smooth, gray stone floor.  Inset throughout the stone
walls were nozzles that sprayed water in all heights and directions.  There
were showerheads in all four corners, and there was one giant showerhead
located in the ceiling that rained water directly on top of you.  As I
pulled off my t-shirt I thought to myself that this is what heaven must be
like.

	I had decided against the cold shower in favor of playing with all
of the shower's functions.  I started turning different knobs on the
control panel and watched as different jets of water came flying at me in
all directions.  The water was instantly warm and felt incredible against
my body.  I hadn't realized I was that tense until I heard myself sighing
in relief as some of the water pounded my shoulders.  I switched the steam
on and the shower quickly became a box of clouds.

	Through the mist I reached for the shampoo that was on a built in
shelf.  I was thinking about whether I should tell JC about Lance.  I
didn't want to become the Yoko of the group and start creating problems.  I
kept thinking about this while I soaped up my hair.  The water had relaxed
my brown curls and they hung loosely around my face.  I heard a small noise
come from behind me and before I could turn around, I felt someone put
their hands on my shoulders.  I nearly jumped out of my skin in fright.  I
whirled around, half-expecting to find Lance rock hard and looking for
action.  To my delight, it was JC.

	"Oh God you scared me," I gasped, placing my hands on his arms.

	"Sorry babe," he said.  "But I wanted to surprise you."  He kissed
me and I was shocked to feel how happy I was that he was with me again.

	"You know, I've never seen you all wet," I smirked.  "You're kind
of cute."  JC looked down for a second, maybe he was blushing.  He looked
very sexy with his hair matted to his face, and water dripping down his
smooth shoulders.  The tiny hairs on his chest danced around as the water
hit him, and when I looked down I could see the water running off of his
cock.

	"Do you like it in here?" he asked.  He was running one of his
hands up my back while the other one rubbed my chest.

	"Yeah," I answered.  "But with this kind of water pressure, I'm
wondering what you need me for."

	"Well," he said.  "The shower doesn't have one of these."  He
brought his hand down to my already rising dick and squeezed it.

	I laughed and pulled away.  I walked over to where the body wash
was and started soaping myself up.  "So how was your day dear?" I asked in
my best 50's housewife voice.  "Did you boys play nice?"

	"Oh, same old same old," he said walking over to me, trying to play
the game.  "The boy-band business just isn't what it used to be."  He took
the soap from me and started lathering up.  I didn't know why I wasn't
immediately tackling him to the floor, but I was enjoying the flirtation
for the time being.  "So how was your day?" he asked.

	"Good," I said.  "Lance showed up here this afternoon and we went
lunch."

	"What?" he turned and looked toward the door.  "He said he didn't
feel well."

	"Well, apparently he lied."  I walked over and put my arms around
him.  "And apparently he's not the only one who likes to play sick
sometimes."  JC smiled at me.

	"I guess we all need a break sometimes."  I asked him if he could
play sick tomorrow, but he said that might seem a bit strange the day after
Lance did the same thing.  I suggested that Lance could have easily
transferred his twenty-four hour bug to him, but he wasn't persuaded.

	We started kissing again, enjoying the feeling of the water and
each other.  I told him that I missed him and he said he felt the same way
all day.  I could feel that things were just starting to escalate when he
told me to turn around so that he could soap up my back.  I did as
requested and soon felt him massaging the soap into my shoulders.  "Is
Lance still here," I asked, suddenly realizing we may not be in the house
by ourselves.

	"His car wasn't in the garage," JC said, continuing my massage.
There was so much water that I could tell the soap kept washing off in
seconds.  He moved lower until his hands were at the small of my back.  I
felt his lips start kissing my shoulders and I closed my eyes to fully
enjoy the feeling.  His hands went lower, until they were soaping up my
ass.  I loved the feeling of his hands rubbing my smooth, muscular ass
cheeks, combined with the feeling of his lips descending further down my
spine.  He was soon kissing the small of my back, grabbing the backs of my
thighs.  I looked down to see my own cock staring back at me.  I wanted to
start stroking myself, but felt momentarily paralyzed by the pleasure.

	I felt his lips kissing my bottom, and then felt his hands slowly
separating my cheeks.  I felt something rub up against my smooth hole, but
it was soon replaced with his tongue.  I immediately sighed and slumped
forward, holding myself up against the wall as he began probing my ass with
his tongue.  Mark didn't like rimming, but it was something that had always
really turned me on.  I felt JC's tongue wiping around the wrinkly ridges
of my anus, then slowly pushing itself inside.  I thought I could hear
moaning, but wasn't sure if it was him or me with the noise of the water.
Once he had gotten his tongue in he started wiggling it from side to side
and I pushed back from the wall, hoping to get him to push it further
inside.  The pleasure was intense and I had to reach down with one hand and
start pulling on my dick.  His hand reached up and pushed mine away.
Apparently he wanted me feeling only one sensation.

	As he increased his oral assault on my hole, I eventually felt him
grasp my balls in his hand and he started rolling them around.  "Oh Josh,"
I moaned.  "I love this."  He liked the words of encouragement and pushed
his tongue in deeper.  He started slightly tugging on my balls.  Eventually
his tongue left my hole and traveled up the crack of my ass back to the
small of my back.  I didn't want him to stop but was also eager to see what
might be next.  His hand moved to my dick and he continued kissing my back,
slowly standing up until he was kissing my neck and biting my earlobe.

	"Do you like that?" he whispered.

	"Yes," I panted, as he stroked my cock.  "You can go further you
know?"

	I felt a slight hesitation in him.  Then he said, "You mean you
want me to..."

	"Yes Josh."

	"I wasn't sure if you liked to do that."

	"I do Josh, I like it very much."

	I could tell he was still uncertain, though his hand never stopped
stroking me.  "I'm, well, you know, kind of big."

	I turned my head toward him and smiled.  "I'm a big boy Josh, I can
take it."  He gave a slight nod and then suggested that we go into the
bedroom.  "No, let's do it here, go get the stuff."  He looked a bit
confused, but then he darted out of the shower and returned seconds later
with a condom and lube.

	"This is going to be kind of difficult," he said, wondering what
the next step was.

	"It's ok, I like a challenge."  I laid down on the shower floor.
The stones were warm from the water, which was now beating against my chest
and a bit on my face.  I stretched out, raising my arms way above my head.

	"You're fucking gorgeous," JC said, lowering himself down to the
ground.  I was practically squirming at the idea of JC entering me.  Mark
also wasn't a big fan of topping so it wasn't a feeling I got to experience
all that often.  I bent my knees and put my feet on the floor as JC kneeled
down between my legs.  He was stroking his cock to its full length, which
did make me worry momentarily about his size.  He opened the condom and
rolled it down his shaft.  He seemed very excited through his apprehension.

	I took the lead by lifting my legs into the air and putting them
over his shoulders.  My legs were thicker than JC's, and they looked good
up on his thin frame.  While we both continued to be splashed with water he
poured the lube into his hands and started working it into my hole.  I
groaned as his fingers penetrated me.  He used two and worked them both all
around the inside of my ass.  Then he withdrew his fingers and started
lubing up his pole, trying to keep the water from washing it off by placing
a hand over it.  Once he seemed ready he moved closer to me and I could
feel the head of his cock at my entrance.  He leaned forward and guided the
head of his cock in with his hand.  My hole immediately resisted, but I
started pushing against it, opening myself up.  He made his way inside and
it felt amazing.  I looked up at him and saw him staring at my cock, which
was hard as a rock and stretching across my pelvis.  The water was smacking
against it, adding to the pleasurable sensations I was feeling.

	He pushed in further and I could hear him moaning.  "Oh God," he
panted.  "You're so tight."  I urged him to go deeper by pushing on his
shoulders with my legs.  He pushed in more, and I was just beginning to
feel discomfort when he stopped.  I felt completely full inside and started
to slowly rock my hips when suddenly a shot of pain ran through me as I
felt him pushing even more into me.  I yelped and he immediately stopped.
"Sorry," he said.  "Are you ok?  I won't go all the way."  I propped myself
up on my elbows and looked between my legs to see that he still had about
three inches to go until he was fully inside me.

	"No, its ok," I groaned, relaxing back on the floor.  I just wasn't
expecting...you're fucking huge."  He smiled at me and I think I saw a look
of pride on his face.  Gay or straight, there wasn't a boy who didn't love
his own cock.  I told him just to go slow so I could get used to it.  He
did as he was told and I slowly adjusted myself to get ready for more.

	It was a mixture of pleasure and pain as he pushed himself fully
into me.  At one point I grabbed my own pecs and twisted my nipples to send
some of the pain receptors in different directions.  This of course only
excited him more and soon we were rocking back and forth.  I didn't know if
I would ever be able to walk properly again, but it started to feel
amazing.  I was having an adrenaline rush thinking about and feeling that
JC's cock was inside me.  Periodically he would stop to reapply the lube
that had washed off.  As we fucked, I could hear the sounds coming from him
were a mixture of pleasure and discomfort as well.  I realized his knees
were probably really starting to hurt, because he eventually moved himself
to a push-up position, supporting his weight on his arms and toes.  He
started to go faster and I realized that there were definite benefits to
being with someone in such great shape and with such stamina.  All of the
muscles in his arms were flexed, yet he looked like he would be able to
hold the position forever.

	I grasped my own cock, realizing there was no way JC could really
tend to it, and started stroking it.  JC's eyes went from the bulge in my
bicep to my cock, which I could tell was leaking like crazy though the
water made it difficult to see.  He lowered his head and started kissing
and nipping at my chest.  He pulled with his teeth at the matted down hairs
on my chest and I yelped in excitement.  My knees were almost touching my
chest as he began to really pound into me.  I kept telling him how good it
felt to have him inside me and, in-between asking me if I was ok, he kept
telling me how good I was.

	I was pumping away at my cock, with my other hand between my legs
so I could feel his cock sliding in and out of me.  My balls were
tightening and after twenty minutes or so of having JC's huge cock work me
over, I was ready to burst.  "Josh, I can't hold out much longer.  I have
to cum."

	"Cum baby, do it, do it!"  His balls started slapping against me as
I screamed.  Ropes of cum started flying out of my cock and landing all
over my chest where they started beading up under the water.  I kept
moaning and groaning while JC plowed into me.  "Oh fuck!" he finally
yelled.  His head reared up and I could tell he was cumming inside me.  I
was still pulling on my cock as he had his orgasm, and I loved watching him
shake and whimper.  When it was finally over he collapsed on top of me.
His hands grabbed me on my sides, and he started lightly sucking on my left
nipple.  Slowly he sat up, easing himself out of me.  The sudden feeling of
emptiness made me wish he could put it right back in.  He pulled off the
condom, which was completely full of cum, and temporarily placed it outside
of the shower.  He rolled his body on top of mine and hugged himself to me.
I noted the reddened shade of his cock and thought about what a good
workout I had given it.  We lay like that for a while, just letting the
water wash over us.  Eventually he sat up, placing his arm on my chest.  "I
love you," he said, smiling, his big blue eyes wide.  It was the first time
he had said that.  I wanted to tell him I loved him too but he brought his
lips over mine.  Actions sometimes speak louder than words.

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	It was dark by the time we made it downstairs.  We looked like two
pale prunes, but there was an invisible energy around us that seemed to
keep us both beaming.  JC had someone fully stock his kitchen in
preparation for his return to LA, so we both went over to the refrigerator
to see what we could make.

	About a half-hour later we were eating steak.  JC was sitting at
the large center island, looking very happy to be alive, while I took the
vegetables I had grilled off of the stove.  We heard a door slam and Lance
came bounding in.  "Smells good boys," he proclaimed.  He walked over to
the plate I had just emptied the vegetables into and picked a few up in his
hands.  He turned to JC.  "So what do you think of our movie star?" he
asked, smiling brightly and patting me on the back again.

	JC looked at the two of us and smiled.  "Careful," he joked.  "He
isn't one yet, we don't want him getting a big head."  My face lost all
expression as I realized JC didn't know what Lance was talking about.

	Lance laughed, waving a carrot at JC.  "Well, considering he signed
the deal today, I don't know how long you plan on waiting for that big head
to develop."

	JC looked over at me with a mild look of shock.  "You already
agreed to do the film?"

	I looked back at him, wondering why it wasn't the first thing I
told him when he got home.  "Uh, yeah, it was kind of an impulsive decision
I guess."  I looked at Lance who seemed a bit confused, but not any less
chipper.

	JC looked back at me.  He seemed confused as well, but definitely
seemed less chipper.  "Why didn't you tell me?"


To be continued