Date: Sun, 24 Jun 2001 13:11:54 -0400
From: BJ Gay.com_Member <bjluver@gay.com>
Subject: Lance's Search 20

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.

NOTE: With the holiday week approaching, there will not be a posting of
Lance's Search next week. Never fear though, it will return in two weeks.

In the meantime, go vote for your favorites in the Boy Band Story Awards. I
voted for a couple of my favorites, Michael McCall's Lance and Michael and
for the author of Mile High Meeting, Cameron J.

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

BJ


Previously on Lance's Search...

Lance's tears exceeded his eyes' capacity to hold. He didn't know what to
say. The truth of what Justin said stung. Why is it that Justin knew him so
well, yet they weren't madly in love with each other? Isn't this the level
of intimacy that makes marriages successful?

Justin sat down next to Lance and put his arms around him. The sight of his
friend crying brought tears to his eyes as well. They held each other in
silence for several minutes, each lost in his own thoughts, but drawing
comfort from the closeness of their bodies.

"You know I'll always love you," Lance said.

"And I you," Justin whispered back. "And I you, my friend... forever."


Chapter 20

Mid morning the next day, the telephone rang at Lance's house. The first
ring barely raised a stir between the two young men soundly asleep on the
bed. With the second ring, Lance cracked open his eyes and turned over to
reach for the source of the jarring noise.

"Hello?" Lance answered while attempting to rub the sleep out of his eyes
with his free hand.

"Hey, wake up there, sleepy head!"

"Josh, is that you?"

"In the flesh. Got back in town yesterday, don't you remember me telling
you?"

"Uhh, yeah. Yeah, I do."

"So, what's up?"

"Don't know. I haven't been awake long enough. You sound chipper,
especially for the morning."

The lump on the other side of the bed finally stirred. "Who is that?"
Justin said.

Lance clamped his hand over the receiver and silently mouthed "JC."

"Chipper? Don't know about that, but I'm sure eager to catch up with
everyone. How soon you gonna be up and about?"

"Well, I'm up now, so I guess not too long. You planning something?"

"Not anything in particular. Thought I might stop by and see you. I tried
to call Justin, but he either must be in really deep sleep or he spent the
night at some hot babe's place. Have you seen him?"

"Justin?"

"Huh?" Justin groggily replied as if Lance had spoken to him. Lance put his
hand over Justin's mouth to keep him quiet.

"Yeah, seen him?" JC asked again.

"Uhhh, well, actually, Justin spent the night here...in the guest room, I
mean. I'm not sure if he's up yet or not."

With that statement, Justin decided he'd get back at Lance for putting his
hand over his mouth. Justin whipped his cock out of his boxer briefs and
immediately it sprang to full attention.

Lance just shook his head with a smile. "I take that back, it seems like he
is up, I think I hear cartoons on the television."

"Yeah, that's gotta be him. So, OK if I come on over?"

"How soon were you thinking?"

"Well, I could leave in about 15 minutes, be there in 20 more. Oh, hey,
I'll stop on the way and pick you up something for breakfast."

"That would be cool, thanks," Lance replied while he watched Justin begin
to jerk himself off there on Lance's bed. "See you in a bit."

"Later, man."

Lance hung up the phone and turned his attention to Justin. "What are you
doing?"

"After all this time and you still have to ask?"

"I know you're jerking off, dumbass, but we don't have time for that
now. Josh is coming over and we both need to get cleaned up."

"Wanting to save yourself for JC?" Justin taunted.

Lance gave Justin a friendly shove. "No, you perv. We just need to get
moving."

"Well, I ain't moving until I can empty my balls. Otherwise I'll have to
walk funny all day. Besides, I know that bulge in your underwear isn't from
a soft cock."

"Maybe it is."

"In your dreams, Bass. In your dreams."

"OK, I'm hard. Watching you whack away has an effect on my dick."

"Then let's both start jerking. First one to cum takes a shower first."

"Argh! OK. OK."

And with that, Justin and Lance both lowered their underwear down their
legs and kicked them off onto the floor. Hands were flying fast. These were
not going to be the long, slow jerk off sessions they were used to. This
was a contest. Who could blow his load first? The boys looked over at each
other, first eyeing the other's face, then watching the other's cock being
worked over. Seeing Justin jerk off still excited Lance. It added to the
pleasure. But that sight wasn't quite enough to put Lance over the top
before a white geyser exploded from Justin with some of the precious fluid
landing on Lance. The younger boy's eruption triggered one in Lance as his
back arched off the bed and a wave of relief washed over the blond.

"I win. Be sure I have a clean towel waiting for me when I get out of the
shower," Justin said with a big smile plastered across his face as he
hopped out of bed for the bathroom.

"Yeah, I'll have a towel waiting for you, buddy, but it might not be
entirely clean," Lance replied menacingly.

To be continued...