Date: Thu, 10 May 2001 18:59:25 -0700 (PDT)
From: Really Bigdreamer <reallybigdreamer@yahoo.com>
Subject: Searching for Lost Souls chapter 3

Disclaimer: Don't read this if you're underage or
offended by M/M material. Also, this is a work of
fiction and not to imply anything about the characters
used.

Author's Note: I did stop writing this for a long time
and had no intentions of restarting it, but for some
reason I did. And I plan on writing it for a little
while.

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Chapter 3: Breaching the Gap

	It had been two months since JC and Justin
`discovered' each other, but after their sexcapade
they seemed to just ignore it. They promoted their
"2001: A Pop Odyssey" tour throughout the various
talk-shows in New York. Now, just before the kickoff
of their tour, it seems as though nothing ever
happened between JC and Justin.

	Justin pried himself out of bed and stretched as he
pulled open the curtains. The early morning sunlight
came through and nearly blinded him, his eyes had not
yet adjusted. He picked up his alarm clock and looked
at it, 6:26 a.m., he usually isn't up this early, but
he just flew here (Orlando) from Sweden, where Britney
was.
	He looked at her picture on the nightstand next to
his bed, his mind drifted as he thought of her perfect
body. His hand instinctively found its way to his
crotch and to his 7-inch morning wood. Without a
thought he slipped his hand through the hole in the
front of his silk boxers and began to rub his
fingertips up and down the length of his shaft. He
thought of how good Britney looked in her latest
video, "Don't Let me be the Last to Know", and how
little she (thankfully) left to the imagination with
her revealing bikini. Then he started to think of how
good the guy looked in the video too. He wrapped his
fingers around his thick penis and began to slowly and
methodically pump it.
	His thoughts of Britney were more and more overtaken
by those of the man she was with, Justin fell onto the
bed as slipped his other hand under his wifebeater and
began to rub one of his nipples, then the other. Just
knew that he was close and pulled his hand out of his
boxers and began to pump the shaft while covered by
the material. The feeling drove him wild, one of the
reason he now wore silk boxers more than cotton ones,
and after what felt like a few seconds of pleasure
Justin blew his load into his underwear. He brought
his index finger to the inside of his boxers, picked
up some of the cum and licked off the sweet nectar. He
looked at the clock, 6:33 a.m., his `few seconds' had
been seven minutes.
	Suddenly a random thought went through his head: `I
wonder what JC tastes like..."
	He pushed it out of his head and picked up more cum
with his finger and licked it off.

	JC pulled himself out of unconsciousness as his
doorbell rang and rang. He rolled over and looked at
the clock, 10:23 a.m., `who the hell is that?', he
thought.
	He rubbed his morning hardon and threw on a robe as
he drug himself to the door and peered out. Justin.
	"What in God's name do you want?" JC said as he
opened the door groggily.
	"I'm still on Swedish time and figured I'd come over
here and bug you," Justin explained as he walked in.
	"Yeah, well, I'm still on California time," JC
argued, "and it's about 7:30 over there!"
	"Tough," Justin laughed as he took off his
sunglasses, "you sleep in too late anyway."
	JC knew he that Justin wouldn't leave him alone until
he got his way, "Give me time to shower and shave," JC
grumbled.
	JC walked into the bathroom, shaved, showered and got
out. He looked around and noticed that there weren't
any clean towels around. He opened the door slightly
and noticed that Justin was sitting in a chair in the
nearby kitchen.
	"Hey, Justin," JC said quietly.
	"Why are we whispering?" Justin asked softly.
	"Shut up," JC moaned, "will go to the linen closet
and grab me a clean towel?"
	Justin walked down the hall, grabbed a towel and
brought it to him. JC left the door half-open as he
began to dry off.
	"What do you wanna do?" Justin asked form outside the
door.
	"Justin," JC half-laughed, "you can come in...I'm sure
that `it' won't bite you..."
	As Justin uncomfortably walked in the memories rushed
back into both their heads. JC was now the one with
the towel as he dried off his right leg, then his
flaccid cock and balls. It had been such a fleeting
moment that Justin had even thought it a dream at one
point, but seeing the towel, and JC naked, confirmed
to Justin that they had had sex, passionate sex.
Justin's 7-inch glory was soon close to poking out the
top of his shorts as he unintentionally reminisced.
His awkwardness and shyness left him as he grabbed the
towel from JC's hand and pushed him against the wall.
	"Justin, wha--?" JC was cut off as Justin's lips were
brought against his.
	Justin dropped to his knees and began to suck on JC's
now fully erect 8-inch beast. JC was in total shock,
thought he wasn't complaining as he began to pump his
cock in and out of Justin's mouth. JC grabbed onto the
back of Justin's head and thrust his head forward as
JC began to pant through one of the most severe
orgasms of his life.
	The two collapsed on the bathroom floor.
	"This time," Justin panted, "I think don't think that
we should ignore it..."
	JC looked at him and nodded.

That's it for this chapter, thanx for reading.

RBD

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