Date: Sat, 12 May 2001 22:24:55 -0400
From: BJ Gay.com_Member <bjluver@gay.com>
Subject: Lance's Search 14

Welcome to "Lance's Search," a multi-chapter exploration of a young man
discovering himself. As much as I would suspect otherwise, I have no actual
proof of the sexual orientations of Lance Bass, Justin Timberlake or JC
Chasez. Consequently anything you read in this story is the product of the
mind of its author. That said, this story attempts to take a realistic look
into the thoughts and feelings of a guy as he discovers the pains and the
joys associated with loving his fellow man... or his fellow band mate as
the case may be.

If you have any comments, please e-mail them to bjluver@gay.com. Otherwise,
enjoy the story.

BJ


Previously on Lance's Search...

He was the first member of the group to return for the night. Lance
desperately hoped Justin would be back, but knew his arrival was probably
still a couple of hours away. He decided to leave a message with the front
desk, asking Justin to give him a call when he got in.

He decided to lie down on the bed and wait for Justin to return. But
Lance's eyelids began to droop. Eventually they shut tight. The next thing
Lance knew, he could hear his telephone ring.


Chapter 14

Ringing startled Lance. He snapped awake, but just barely, like he was in a
fog. He recognized the sound of his room telephone. He reached over for the
receiver, noticing that he was still fully dressed. "Hello?"

"Hey, Lance, what's up?"

"Huh?" Lance responded, still trying to wake up in his darkened room.

"You left a message to call you as soon as I got in."

Suddenly, Lance remembered. "Oh, yeah. Hey, Justin. What time is it
anyway?"

"About 2:30. You OK?"

"Yeah, yeah, I'm fine I think. Just a really weird night."

"You want me to come down there and talk about it?"

"I don't know. I mean... yeah, sure."

A couple of minutes later, Justin was down in Lance's room. Despite the
late hour and a night out dancing, the young singer still looked handsome
enough for a photo shoot. Quite a contrast to Lance's appearance. "You been
sleeping in those clothes, man?"

"Yeah, I guess so. Just kinda zoned out after getting back here."

"So what happened after your early exit from the club?"

"You'd never believe it," Lance responded, then wondered to himself just
how much he should tell about his excursion. He made his way back to the
bed. Both of them propped up the pillows against the headboard and sat
down.

"Try me, blondie."

"OK, well, uhh, after leaving the club, I sort of wandered around some. I
saw this guy and decided to see where he was going."

"Wow, Scoop, stalking a guy?" Justin laughed.

A little embarrassed, Lance responded, "Yeah, I guess I was, sorta. Usually
it's the other way around, isn't it? Well, anyway, I ended up following him
to a gay bar."

"Man, Lance! Even I haven't been to a gay bar."

"Well, trust me you haven't missed much, from what I could tell."

"So you meet any hot guys and get their phone numbers?" Justin said with a
giggle.

"No, smartass. Although I talked to one guy you'd like. He was dressed just
like Britney."

Justin was rolling in laughter. "You met a drag queen. That is so funny."

"Yeah, except I didn't realize it at the time, I just thought 'what an ugly
woman.'"

"Come on, I want details, more details."

"I didn't actually stay there long. It felt like everyone in the place was
staring at me."

"What did you expect, they all wanted a piece of your cute ass."

"Shut up!" Lance said as he playfully pushed Justin over. Justin's body
sprang back to bump Lance's then came to rest with Justin's head on Lance's
shoulder.

"It was just really weird. Lots of guys dancing with each other. Lots of
suggestive dancing," Lance said, thinking about the body movements he saw
on the dance floor.

"Well, apparently you liked what you saw."

"Why you say that?"

"Cause little Lancey there is tenting up your pants big time," Justin said
as he grabbed the bulge and squeezed. "Looks like you could use a little
relief there, buddy."

Lance glanced over at Justin's crotch and noticed a similar state of
arousal. "Looks like I'm not the only one," he said while making a grab of
his own.

Somewhere in the back of Lance's mind, he knew this shouldn't go any
further tonight, but his hormones were getting the best of this
argument. He looked right in Justin's eyes. Justin looked back and flashed
one of his trademark grins. Lance couldn't help himself. When Justin's lips
moved closer to Lance's face, he moved his head forward in
anticipation. Their lips locked and immediately both tongues attempted to
invade the other's mouth. It was hard and passionate kissing, full of the
fire of youthful lust.

It didn't take long for four hands to begin exploring. Lance could feel the
marvelous sensation of Justin's hands all over his body, yet he wasn't sure
which was more intense, the feeling of Justin's hands or the pure erotic
pleasure of his own hands caressing Justin's body. It didn't take either
pair of hands long to remove clothing from the other boy. The two didn't
even linger over the sight of each other stripped down to their
underwear. Those articles of clothing came off just as fast as the
rest. Each craved the other's cock badly.

Just a couple of days ago, Lance had never sucked on a cock. Now,
instinctively he moved into a 69 position where he could lavish Justin's
rod with his tongue while Justin did the same to his. Lance's right hand
grabbed the shaft of Justin's cock and pointed the head to his eager
tongue. There was some precum leaking from Justin's cock. Lance licked up
the fluid. It was his first official taste of Justin's precum. Lance had
tasted his own many times and found it tasty and erotic at the same
time. While Lance loved the taste of his own precum, he found Justin's to
be even better - sweeter, he thought, or at least more enjoyable.

After devouring the clear liquid, his tongue played with Justin's slit and
then headed for the ridge on the topside of this wonderful piece of
manhood. He flicked his tongue rapidly all along the ridge, eliciting moans
from Justin. Lance let out a large moan of his own when he felt his cock
going into Justin's warm, wet mouth. The feeling was so intense that Lance
stopped working on Justin's cock... but for just a moment.

He too wanted a cock in his mouth. He opened wide, being careful to shield
his teeth from the skin of Justin's shaft. Then Justin's cock head
disappeared into Lance's mouth. He played around with it a little before
pushing forward, getting more of this prize into his mouth. This was pure
ecstasy. A cock in his mouth and his in the talented mouth of Justin. He
savored every stroke and every taste. The hotel could have gone crashing
around them and Lance wouldn't have been distracted from his pleasure.

Lance could feel the orgasm building in his body, yet his mind wasn't so
much on his own cock as the one in his face. His pace increased as his
passion mounted. He moaned out slightly that he was getting ready to cum
and heard a similar report from Justin. The breathing grew more rapid for
both young men. Then it was like an explosion in Lance's groin. He began to
violently squirt his seed into Justin's mouth, but even through this he
kept his mouth going full speed on his partner's dick. The ferocity of
Lance's orgasm combined with the attention Lance was giving his cock sent
Justin over the edge as he began to unload his ball sac of sperm.

Unlike Lance's previous experience at taking a load in his mouth, he was
prepared and hungry. He greedily wanted to taste and swallow every drop of
the thick white fluid coming from Justin. He continued to bob his head up
and down while taking the precious liquid. All this while he was coming
down from the high of his own orgasm.

And then, each of the boys relaxed. Mouths loosened their grips on the
other's cock in favor of taking in more oxygen. Their heads rested on each
other's thigh. Lance wasn't sure how long they stayed like that. It could
have been just a moment or an hour, but eventually Justin began to stir and
positioned his body so they were once again face to face.

Justin broke the silence, but barely with his quiet, exhausted voice. "You
mind if I just crash here for what's left of tonight?"

Lance certainly didn't have the strength to disagree. He just smiled and
shook his head yes. The two cuddled and fell asleep in each other's arms.

To be continued...