Date: Sun, 22 Jul 2001 21:34:30 -0400
From: BJ Gay.com_Member <bjluver@gay.com>
Subject: Lance's Search 23

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...

"Oh. Forgot. I'll need to go home for my trunks," JC said.

"Don't worry about it, JC," Justin interjected. "I'll bet Lance has some
trunks you could use."

Lance gave Justin a death stare, but didn't say anything immediately.

"That would be great, if it's OK with Lance," JC said.

"Yeah. I'm sure I can find you something."

"OK then. Let's head for the grocery store," JC said.

With that, the guys all filed out Lance's front door and agreed on a time
to return. Justin whispered to Lance. "Watch yourself." Then he made tracks
for his car before Lance could respond either verbally or physically.

"You want to stop off somewhere for lunch on the way?" JC asked Lance.

"How about we hit a drive-up window and head for a park?"

"Good idea, buddy. Let's roll."


Chapter 23

Neither JC nor Lance enjoyed going to drive-up windows and talking into
some PA system that the help really didn't know how to use. But they could
remain fairly anonymous that way and avoid the onrush of fans. So they
placed their orders, paid at the first window and picked up at the second,
all without being noticed.

They headed for a nearby park. "If you turn right, the road takes you to a
pretty secluded area. I've been back in that area many times," JC told
Lance.

 Lance pulled off into a makeshift parking spot and the boys headed for a
nearby picnic table in the shadows of some big trees. While they ate, they
talked. They talked about everything and nothing at all. It was the loosest
Lance had seen JC in some time, and he liked it. They laughed and kidded
with each other. JC told him things about his family that he'd never heard
before. Lance found himself sharing more information too. The time passed
by quickly. Before they knew it, they had been sitting there for more than
an hour and a half.

Lance's bladder got the best of him. "Is there a restroom nearby?"

"Yeah, if you go down that trail about thirty yards, you'll see it on the
right. You want to leave of trail of bread crumbs in case you get lost?" JC
asked with a chuckle.

"I think I can manage, thanks." With that said, Lance headed down the path,
then on the right he spotted the small building, almost hidden by growth
around it. While he had gone in search of the restroom to empty his
bladder, after the short walk he realized he also needed to take a
dump. There were two toilet stalls in the restroom. It appeared someone was
already in the one farthest from the door, so Lance headed in the first
stall, closed and locked the door. He undid his belt, unbuttoned his jeans
and pushed down both the jeans and his boxer briefs. He sat down and began
to let Mother Nature take its course as fluid and solids were released into
the bowl.

It was about this time that Lance began to study his surroundings. Lots of
graffiti on the stall walls. Some phone numbers. A lot of times and
dates. Some drawings of male genitals. Then he noticed it. The hole. It was
on the wall between the two stalls and a little bigger than the size of a
golf ball. Curiosity got the better of Lance. He bent forward a little and
carefully peered through the hole. On the other side was an older man, at
least that's what he thought based on the view. And the man was stroking
his meat. He was uncut. Probably about 6 inches long. And it became clear
to Lance that the man knew he was watching the action.

Lance wasn't sure what to do. He had finished evacuating the waste products
from his body. But he just sat there, transfixed by the sight. Lance's tool
had become fully erect watching the other man, but he couldn't bring
himself to stroke it.

Suddenly the guy stopped stroking and moved around. Lance's torso bolted
back as his heart started beating rapidly. It looked like he was trying to
see under the stall walls. Lance remained still. Then the man stood up and
the next thing Lance knew, he had stuck his hard rod through the hole in
the wall. He shook it up and down a few times, as if an invitation for
Lance to take hold of the penis. But Lance didn't move. He was hardly even
breathing.

Eventually the mystery cock disappeared from the hole and the man sat back
down on the toilet. It took Lance a second to regain his composure, once he
did he wiped himself clean as quickly as he could. He forced his still
rigid cock into his boxer briefs and pants. Flushed. Stopped briefly at the
sink to at least moisten his hands and then was out of the building,
heading rather quickly back down the path JC had set him on.

On the way back to the picnic table, Lance remembered JC said he came to
this part of the park many times. Could it be that JC knew what was in
store for Lance? Does he participate in whatever the older man was doing?
When he spotted Lance sitting on the bench with his back to the table and
stretched out, he let out a quiet sigh of relief.

"I was beginning to wonder if I needed to call out a search party," JC said
after spotting his friend. "You have any problems?"

"Uhhh, no. No. Just took me longer than I expected. You ready to get out of
here?"

"Yeah, guess we better be making tracks to the grocery store."

JC was still talking a mile a minute during the trip for groceries. Lance,
on the other hand, was more subdued, but JC didn't seem to notice. He kept
replaying in his head what he had seen in that park restroom. Lance
reasoned that the older guy wanted him to play with his cock or even suck
it off. But Lance certainly wasn't ready for that kind of scene. He and
Justin had played around with each other for weeks and Lance enjoyed
that. But something about that older man showing off his meat affected
Lance. It made him more determined than ever to find a way to get JC into a
relationship with him. Lance didn't want to go through life alone, getting
sex in a restroom or paying someone for a roll in the hay. He feared JC was
on that course and Lance knew he must try to rescue JC from this loveless
life. Just like that... dream...he kept having. Is this what it meant?
Maybe his subconscious had known all along.

As they neared the grocery store, the boys discussed what all they needed
to purchase. They divided their list up with each responsible for certain
items in hopes of making their stay in the store as short as possible. JC
insisted they also divide the cost of the groceries, even though Lance
protested he was the host and should take care of it. JC won the argument
by getting into another line and paying for the items he had.

"You know, that really wasn't necessary, Josh."

"I know, Scoop, but I wanted to do it. Let's just leave it at that."

"Thanks," Lance replied with a smile. JC smiled back. After an awkward
pause, the two loaded their purchases in Lance's vehicle and headed
off. "Did you want me to drop you off at your place?"

"Don't need to. Besides, someone has to help you get all this food ready
for tonight. You don't want to spend all night in the kitchen by yourself."

Once home, the guys decided they had enough time to swim and lounge around
the pool before preparing the food for that night. There was the little
matter of swim trunks for JC. Living in Florida, Lance had several
pairs. Never in his life had he owned a pair of Speedos, but he sure wished
he did now to let JC borrow. Instead, Lance pulled out a couple of pairs of
board trunks and tossed one over to JC.

"Thanks, man. I really appreciate it."

"No problem," Lance replied as he began purposely undressing in front of
JC, hoping his bandmate would do the same. He could tell JC was staring at
him out of the corner of his eye. 'Come on, Josh, let me take a look,'
Lance thought to himself.

"Uhhh, I'll just go in the bathroom to get changed to give you some
privacy."

"Sure. Sure. That's fine." That's what Lance said out loud. To himself he
was thinking, 'Damn. I must've screwed up. I shouldn't have tried to push
it. Stupid move, Bass! Now he just thinks I'm some kind of exhibitionist.'

Finished dressing, Lance yelled through the bathroom door. "Hey, JC. I'm
headed on downstairs."

"Uhh, OK. I'll... uhh...be down in a few."

Still beating himself up mentally, Lance didn't pay much attention to the
fact that JC made it sound like he had interrupted something. 'Probably
taking a dump,' he thought, and left it at that.

A few minutes later JC made his way outside. The duo swam around for a
while then got out to enjoy the lounge chairs where they allowed the sun to
dry them slowly. Not a lot of conversation during this time, yet Lance
didn't see any reason to fill the void. The silence was comfortable. Just
lying there with JC in a chair a few feet away had its own calming
effect. It seemed as if JC was feeling the same thing with a grin on his
face.

When Lance closed his eyes, he still had visions of JC. Sights from this
day and other days. But the ringing of the telephone rudely interrupted the
dreams. Lance had forgotten to bring a phone outside, so the blond made a
dash to the house. When he returned to the pool, he told JC the other guys
would probably be arriving here in about an hour.

"Time to head to the kitchen then. Last one there gets garbage detail," JC
shouted as he sprinted for the door.

"Hey! No fair," Lance said as he tried to catch up. But even though he lost
the race, Lance couldn't help but smile.

To be continued...