Date: Fri, 03 Aug 2001 16:27:48 -0400
From: Brown Eyes <baby_brown7@hotmail.com>
Subject: Chapter 1 of Variation Participation

                                   Disclaimer

If you can't tell the difference between reality and fiction, you shouldn't
be allowed out of the instution, yet alone be given access to the internet.
Oh, Justin Timberlake isn't gay, at least, I'm pretty sure he's dating
Britney Spears, but, ya know, I could always be wrong, I can hope that
is. If you are under 18 don't keep reading this, if you don't like gay
stories, then, don't read this.  If you continue past this point, but you
don't agree with what was just said above, then you are reading at your
risk, and you are a big dumb animal. You big dumb animal you...


                                     Notes

Okay, this story is about...um, it's about gay love. Which does exist, and
I'm going to try and write it, although I may have a problem doing that,
but still, I'm going to try. I'm not exactly sure who Justin is going to be
dating in this story, I'm not sure if I want it to be one of his bandmates,
a stranger, or another person in the music industry, or maybe a celebrity.
I'm not sure yet. You'll find out eventually, but probably not in the first
chapter.

Oh and when I started to write this story, it wasn't intended to be like it
is, you'll see what I mean. I was intending for me to write something
romantic more then that this, but I got this idea and it came to me
extremely quick and I am writing it with ease, so I thought I'd stick with
it.

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Chapter 1 of Variation Participation

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"Fuck, right there, ohhhhh, fuck....so big...so good." Justin Timberlake
was moaning like an animal, his body convulsing from the man that was
fucking him like no other he had been fucked by. He wasa stranger, some
guy Justin had met after a concert, he was hot, defined, and well hung,
three things that Justin looked for with a quick fuck.

"You are so fucking tight baby....scream for me bitch...scream"

"Fuck yes, fuck me.....I'm so close." Justin did as he was told,
screaming on order. He was a perfect fuck, did what he was told, and
anything he was told. The guy kept pumping into him as hard as he could.

"I'm gonna cum in you bitch"As he said, Justin could feel his own cock
erupt from the fucking, and soon he was cumming all over himself and the
floor. The floor of a motel wasn't the best place for being fucked, but
when you were famous and gay, you let yourself get fucked wherever you
could, and a floor was as good as any other place. "OHHH" The scream was
the finale, and the guy pulled out with no words. Staring down at
Justin's panting body, he smirked.

"Thanks" Justin smiled up the guy, taking in the guy's looks.

"I knew you would be a good fuck as soon as I saw you on that stage. If
you ever came back into town, warm up that pretty little ass of yours."
The guy turned and walked out the door, leaving Justin still naked and
panting on the floor. Justin rolled over, and pulled himself to a
standing position. He slipped on his boxers, and pants, not bothering to
even grab his shirt. The room was paid for, and all he had to do was slip
a note on the door, and the maid would clean up and throw everything away
he had left. He was used to the procedure, this was one of a hundred
times it had been done.

The night air was dirty, it was always dirty after the sex. He always
drove home shirtless, his blue eyes faded, his chest glistening with
sweat, his curls, dank and wet with moisture, and his pants clinging to
the sweat still on his legs. His car never went as fast, the time never
went at normal pace, and the wind never picked up enough speed to cool
off his body. All the small noises just seemed to exist, he didn't hear
them, he couldn't see the cars that drove by him, the few that actually
were on the streets that early in the morning.

He passed by coffee shops, hotels, every town had them, every town had
cheap motels too. They were the only thing he could remember from every
town, every city, every country he traveled to for the tours. Each one
the same, but yet all together different. The carpet a different shade of
puke each town, the windows always seemed dirtier then the first, the
maid always foreign, different every time, but yet always the same. And
the only thing that always remained, was the fat man behind the desk, his
dirty smirk, knowing what you were about to do.

The only thing that was always different was the man. Sometimes long
haired, sometimes short, black, white, hispanic, asian, blond, blue eyed,
dark skinned, tan, pale, occasionally the little twink, every once in a
while, he would chose to seek out twins or best friends, both willing to
fuck him and watch, then switch off. Sometimes they would be kind enough
to talk to him sweetly, call him honey, or baby, but most of the time,
they were rough, quick and more eager to get off and leave then to make
him feel special. Tonight's man was no different, he was blond haired,
blue eyed, well defined, and fit into the surfer type, but he was quick,
and just like the rest, left quickly.

Justin pulled into his driveway with a quick stop. The house was dark,
except for one room, he knew it was Josh's, his older band mate was
always up waiting for him. He stepped out of the car, clicking the alarm
as he shut the door. The front door was open as always, they lived in a
gated community with guards, the doors were never locked, the windows
never closed during summer. Justin liked it like that, it meant he wasn't
shut in, and he liked his freedom.

As a natural reaction, he slipped out of his pants and through them down
the hall, he didn't bother to follow and see they met their mark,
instead, he turned and walked up the stairway. His legs took him directly
to the music room. It wasn't entirely JC's, but for the most part he was
the one who occupied it the most, which is why Justin was surprised to
find Joey sitting at the keyboard, in nothing but a pair of boxers and
his super man necklace.

"Joe?" Joey turned around with a smile.

"I was in the mood tonight, so I told JC to take a hike." Joey said as he
stood and walked over to Justin. Justin was already hard, he was hard
every time he walked into his house, always one of his bandmates was
ready for a fuck, they weren't as quick and meaningless as the strangers,
but none were serious or passionate.

"I could go for a soft guy like you anyways." Justin replied, as he got
to his knees his with expertise slid off Joey's boxers. Joey wanted to
say something, but was silenced with Justin's tongue, swirling over the
head of his penis. Joey was big on oral sex, and Justin was the best he
knew, most likely, because he was the best well trained in the area.

"Ummmmm, Justin, stop I'm close, knock it off." Joey pushed Justin's head
back lightly, and Justin slipped his mouth off Joey's cock with a smile.
Justin stood up.

"You know I like it." Justin smiled, and licked Joey's nippes, Joey
shuddered, he hated it that Justin knew everything that made each one of
them wild, for Joey it was his nipples, JC it was his neck, Lance had his
ears, and Chris was all about his belly button for some weird reason.

"I know what else you like." Joey winked, turned Justin around quickly.
Justin bent down, legs spread, he knew how Joey liked it, and Joey liked
it standing up. It wasn't comfortable, but by the end of it, Justin knew
he'd be bent over some type of furniture in the room, and then he would
be able to make himself comfortable a little bit. "You want me to get a
condom?"

"No, I don't want to wait, just fuck me." Joey didn't wait, his dick was
already at the entrance of Justin's ass, and he needed no more urging to
push it in and began to fuck his bandmate.

"You are always so good Justin." Joey kissed Justin's neck, and began to
push fast and hard. Justin's thoughts were right, as they soon ended up
against the piano, Justin hunched over it, while Joey pounded into him,
each pump as quick and hard as the one before it. Justin was banging into
the piano with each thrust, and loving every second of it. "Ohhhh" Joey
was a moaner, loud and obnoxious, Justin always wondered how it was that
no one else in the house ever woke up when he and Joey got it on.

"I'm so close..." Justin was shocked to feel Joey's hand on his cock as
soon as the words left his mouth jacking him off. Justin lurched forward,
moaning and groaning as Joey ran his hand up and down the length of his
cock. As he shot his load, he clenched his ass tightly and Joey could
feel himself going into an orgasm.

"I'm cumming Justin." He quickly pulled out, and stuck his dick in front
of Justin, Justin pulled it into his mouth with speed, and sucked him
off, Joey exploded in his mouth, most of it going down Justin's throat,
some of it dripping out the corners. Joey pushed Justin back now that is
was over, and sat down on the piano bench. "That was great kid, it's been
too long since we did this." Joey grabbed his boxers off the floor, and
pulled them on. The man was big, but never seemed to break a sweat during
sex."Toss me that towel." Justin looked around him for it, and grabbed
it. He tossed it to Joey, and felt himself sink to the floor. "Anyways,
I'm going to bed. Night Just"

Justin lay on the floor by himself, the room silent, no more noise not
that his bandmate had gone to bed. His boxers were all the way by the
door, he still hadn't taken off his shoes or socks, slipping them off, he
threw them over towards his boxers, he felt like an idiot being in shoes
and socks during sex, but he totally forget to take them off when he came
into the house. Tossing them aside, he felt comfortable again, nudity
didn't feel as nice though when he was alone.

Realizing if he didn't get off the floor he was going to fall asleep, he
stood up and walked out of the room, still naked. Even if any one was
awake he probably would have still done that, they had all seen him
naked, and chances are, he would have gotten more action for the night if
they had seen him naked. He wasn't sex craved, but he was never going to
deny someone that pleasure, he knew he was messed up in the sense, but he
was used to it, and knew it would be hard for him to change.

Looking around in the hall, he debated which room to go into, he could go
into his own and get a good nights sleep. More like sleep from 4 in the
morning til 6 at night, but still, good for him. But in his own mind, he
knew he wanted to go to one of the guys room. But was unsure of what he
was in the mood for. He noticed that Lance's door was open a crack, and
walked over to it. Opening the door, he found that Lance's bed was empty,
looking around he caught a note on the bed. Picking it up, he read it.

I saw what you were doing with Joey, and I got jealous. You know he had
some before I did, if you found this note, I know you're interested, when
haven't you been? Anyways, I'm outside in the pool, where that swim suit
I like best...
 Lance

Justin smiled, he knew the exact swimsuit Lance was talking about. He
turned and walked out of the room, heading towards his own. Pulling open
his dresser drawer, he pulled out his oldest pair of boxer briefs, they
were white, tight, and see through as soon as they touched his body,
Lance liked them the most when they were wet though, because everything
was visible, and Lance liked everything Justin had. Occasionally Lance
liked to be fucked, Justin had tried it once, but didn't do very good,
and that had never happened again. But Lance got a kick out of letting
Justin do everything, and the boxer briefs got him eagerly aroused and
ready.

Walking out of his room, he grabbed a towel from the hall closet,
wrapping it around his neck, he slipped down the steps quietly, making
sure not to wake anyone else. Lance hated to see the others with Justin,
and hated to share, when Justin was with him, Justin was his. So he took
special care as to please Lance when they were together, and he enjoyed
it that Lance would talk about how he fucked his bitch, meaning it in a
sort of love, not trash like all the others who called him a bitch or
their bitch.

The backyard was quiet, the lights out, and he could hardly even tell
that Lance was swimming as he looked through the glass door. He smiled,
Lance was evidently wearing a speedo, a big turn on for Justin. Lance
didn't look like it, but his body was defined, his chest probably toned
the most out of the group except for Justin's. And his body could pull
off a speedo, not many men can say that.

"Hey their...I didn't know if you would show." Lance smiled as he pulled
himself out of the pool. "I thought maybe Joey wore you out." Lance
walked over to Justin and smiled, running his finger down Justin's chest.
"And you wore my favorite bathing suit, you know just how to make me
happy." Justin snickered, looking down and noticing that Little Lance was
just as happy as Lance was.

"I was thinking we could try something new today." Justin licked Lance's
finger as it came to his mouth.

"You always think up good things, what did you have in mind?"

"I don't know, I just thought that since you like me to do the work, we
could try something that neither of us would have to do much work of at
all." Justin replied, running his hand down Lance's body, finding the top
of his speedos, and hooking on, one finger slipped in, and he rubbed the
head of Lance's cock smoothly and softly. "Maybe the diving board could
do all the work for us." Justin suggested, hitting Lance's cock softly
letting it bob up and down.

"Lance likes" Lance's deep soothing voice flowed out of his mouth and
Justin shuddered, he wanted that deep voice screaming his name. Justin
pulled Lance over to the diving board by his speedo, and within a second,
he slipped them off. Lance's cock bobbed out quickly, already hard and
waiting for a warm, tight opening.

"Lay down, and we'll get him a little bed for the night." Lance smiled
and eased himself to the diving board. As he lay down flat, he could feel
the board bouncing slowly already, and he knew Justin's idea was going to
work with great end result. "Ready for this?" Justin asked, shaking his
ass over Lance's cock, Lance moaned something untangible, and Justin knew
it was the go ahead. He slipped his underwear off, and tossed them off to
the side of the pool.

When it was with Lance, the pool was a common sex ground. He had done it
in the pool once, the shallow end on the steps. It was rough, he recalled
that by the end his legs were bleeding from the tough cement. After that
they had the pool redone with a smoother bottom. His second time in the
pool area was on a raft, they had purchased a large on that sunk in so
you were out of view when sunbathing.

Heremembered that it was nice becausethey were secluded, and the raft
droned outthe loud voices, after all the two of them had chosen to do it
in the middle of the night, all while Jonny their manager was over
discussing business with the others.

Now it was time for something new and exciting. The diving board idea
turned him on, and Lance was just as equally thrilled. Justin sat down on
Lance's dick wasting no time in beginning the pumping, within ten pumps,
the diving board was doing all the work, and Justin relaxed with the
motion.

"OHHHHHHHHH....MMMMMMMMMMM" Lance's voice was probably loud enough to
wake up the neighborhood, but the fence surrounding the yard made sure
they could hear the voices but not see who was making them. So he kept up
the screaming as loud as possible, and Justin kept the moaning soft,
their voices harmonizing in the rythym of fucking.

"WHO's MY BITCH" Lance screamd out at the top of his lungs, or more
likely he didn't even realize it, his bass voice was dominating over all
the noises outside surrounding them. Justin didn't even respond, just
forced the diving board to work faster, and he could feel Lance pounding
his prostate quick and fast. "Cum for me." Lance's soothing voice echoed
into Justin's ears, it wasn't loud this time, but a soft command, and
Justin followed.

His cock erupted for the the third time of the night, shooting cum into
the air, hitting the diving board, some going into the water, some
hitting his body and some hitting Lance's. Lance shot his load as soon as
Justin's was done it seemed, and filled Justin's ass quickly.

"Wanna stay and swim with me?" Justin asked quietly, his voice soft, and
child like.

"Nah, got work for FreeLance in the morning. Thanks for that." Lance
replied, climbing down the diving board ladder and grabbing his speedo.
"Why don't we do this again tomorrow night or some time soon?" Lance's
question wasn't really a question, Justin knew he would be there if he
was home, he always was.

Justin stayed sitting on the diving board, his feet dangling over the
edge. He picked up his boxer briefs and slipped them back on. The water
was calm, and the night was warm, so Justin figured he would go for a
swim by himself. Standing on the diving board, he bounced once and
launched himself into the pool with a smooth dive. The water remained
calm as he glided through it like a knife, more waves being made when he
surfaced then when he entered.

Looking around he caught his eyes on the raft he had recalled as his and
Lance's sex raft months back. Pulling it to the side, he pulled himself
out of the water, and held the raft close. Sliding into it, he smiled, he
was hidden from the eyes, and the temperature was warm enough for him to
sleep out there for the night.

He adjusted himself in the raft, and tugged at his cock and balls to
adjust himself down there. He was soaking for the third time that night,
this time for water and not sweat. But it looked just as good on him. His
body glistened, water dripping off his arms and legs. His hair was matted
down, running a hand through it, the curls seemed to bounce back
slightly, giving him a sexy, care free look. The boxer briefs were no
longer white, but transparent, and he knew it was no surprise that Lance
liked that 'bathing suit' the most.

The night air, calm and sedating was easily putting him to sleep. The
small noises that floated above the rest, the crickets chirping, the slow
whistling of the wind, and the light rustling of the small waves still
rocking his raft. He smiled, shut his eyes, and hoped he would be
sleeping with in minutes. Soon enough, he was right, and dream world
clouded his mind and his real life was no longer reality.

"Where the fuck is Justin?" Lance was usually calm when it came to the
mornings after sex. But when an interview was less then an hour away, and
they still couldn't find Justin.

"Where was he last?" Chris asked yawning and stretching at the kitchen
table.

"I saw him in the studio." Joey replied.

"He was with me last night after that, in the pool. I came inside, he
stayed out there." Lance replied, now answering his own question. "I bet
he fell asleep out there. Josh...will you go check?"

"Yeah, sure." Josh stood from his seat and walked out the door to the
pool. Looking around, he didn't notice a body, but noticed the raft, and
pulled it to the side. Sure enough, inside was Justin in his boxer briefs
sleeping contently. "Curly....get up...interview in twenty, get moving."
Justin smiled, shook his head and pulled himself out of the raft. He
followed Josh in the house, made an inaudible noise as he passed through
the kitchen and headed upstairs to get dressed.


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TBC?

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Let me know if you liked the story, and the second chapter will be on
it's way.