Date: Wed, 12 Oct 2011 22:25:22 -0700 (PDT)
From: John McDonald <madmax212542007@yahoo.com>
Subject: Justin and Alan - Ch. 10

The following story is completely fictional and is not intended to imply
anything about the true sexuality of the celebrities mentioned or any
personal knowledge about their private lives.  However, if they ARE having
this sort of fun in their lives, more power to them!



                JUSTIN and ALAN - Chapter 10



"You made me a promise, I believe, my young friend."

Justin grinned and nodded.  Criss waved his cape, enveloped Justin in it,
and the two vanished in the flash of light and smoke.

Nick glanced at his brother before whispering, "oh, shiiiiiiiiit! I don't
know what blew my mind more; the treatment or the disappearance!"

Joe cocked an eyebrow. "Fuck, brother; the treatment, hands down.  The
disappearance was just smoke and mirrors stuff.  They're probably right
under the stage making their way to an exit that leads to the elevator
somewhere."

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Indeed, the smooth-skinned, bubble-butted singer was in the sinewy arms of
the horny illusionist.  Criss Angel's hungry mouth was locked on Justin's
as he carried the boy along a passageway that led to a private elevator.
Angel worked his left middle finger into The Bieb's tight backdoor and was
massaging his pleasure button before the elevator even opened.

Before the elevator reached the executive suite where VIP performers
resided, Criss had worked a second finger inside and was also massaging
Justin's tonsils with his lengthy tongue probe.  The Biebs had a tight hold
around the Illusionist's neck.  As he felt his tonsils being tickled,
Justin licked the underside of Criss Angel's tongue.  When the Boy Wonder
felt his prostate stimulated nearly to the point of no return, he grabbed
two fists full of Angel's shaggy mane of hair.

"Wait, hold up; I don't want to cream your leather, Criss.  Let's get naked
and in your bed first."

"I like your plan, my young friend.  You have come a long way since our
first time together."

"Well, I was a virgin then.......so of course I've come a long way.  You
opened up a door to a whole world of pleasure for me- literally as well as
figuratively."

Criss Angel let out a deep laugh.  "I wasn't so sure I was doing the right
thing, until I got my cock inside you that first time.  I'll tell you- I
wish we could do a regular circuit together; you singing and me doing my
illusions."

"But then it would get boring after awhile."

"Boring?  You saw what I cooked up for your friend, Alan Valdez.  There is
no limit to what my imagination can create in the minds of others."

"Well that's just it.  The REAL stuff might get boring after awhile.  Now
that I know some of your trade secrets, the `creative' activities probably
wouldn't work on me."

"But if I secretly slipped you one of my pharmaceutical
concoctions........."

"Nah. I don't do drugs; you know that."

"Good man.  The best high is a natural high."

"Fucking with you gives me a natural high, Criss.  I wouldn't want to lose
that by doing it too often."

Justin smiled broadly at the Illusionist, and the lip-locking recommenced.

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"Joe, do you think he's okay?  I mean, he's still out cold."

"His pulse is getting stronger, Nick.  I think, though, that it's going to
be quite awhile until he can get it up again.  You saw what happened.
Unless he's got turbo-balls, he's not recovering his groove anytime soon."

Nick Jonas nudged Alan Valdez's cock with an index finger.  It remained
limp as overcooked spaghetti.  Fondling his testicles brought no better
results.  He did notice the hot Mexican model mumbling in his unconscious
state.  He seemed to be saying, "no Bieber, no Bieber" over and over.

"We could get a wheelchair and bring him back upstairs," Joe suggested.

Nick looked in the prop room backstage and, sure enough, he found what they
needed.  They lifted Alan from the body board on the table, and they sat
him up in the chair.  The sheet that had covered Alan initially during the
treatment was now wrapped around him like a toga.  Alan Valdez looked like
a sleeping Greek god.  The Jonas boys wheeled him to the elevator and took
him back to the suite.

When they lifted him from the chair and into bed, he curled up sideways in
a fetal position.  Joe's eyes flashed with evil hunger.

"Geez, brother- that ass of his.  I just can't resist."

Joe Jonas stripped and got in bed with the Mexi-hunk.  "Toss me the lube,
Nick, will ya?"

Joe greased his pole and Alan's threshold; he was inside in a flash.
Watching the sexy model getting fucked while unconscious was too
stimulating for Nick.  The younger Jonas stripped and got in bed facing
Alan.  Joe's thrusts propelled Alan's package against Nick.  Nick's hard
dick was sandwiched between his own abs and Alan's.  Nick Jonas sucked on
one of fuck toy's stiff, protruding nipples.  His hand worked the opposite
pectoral muscle.  Between the fucking from behind and the frotting in
front, Alan Valdez was getting totally mauled. That, and the stimulation of
his chest, was awakening Alan's sleeping libido.  His balls churned with
seed production as his body was ascending its climax escalator.

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Inside the Master bedroom of Criss Angel's suite, the two ravenously horny
entertainers writhed on the king-size bed, naked and sweaty.  The
Illusionist persistently worked his fingers (rings off) into the tight
space between The Bieb's clenched butt cheeks.  Justin, meanwhile, had his
index fingers tickling the very sensitive canal of both ears of his
attacker.  When Angel started laughing, he lost his concentration on the
Bieber butt.  Justin grabbed Criss Angel's wild hair and pulled his face
closer, gazing almost hypnotically into the Illusionist's eyes.

"Fuck me, Daddy."

"Of course, Son; your wish is my command."

Angel pushed The Bieb's legs back so his knees were nearly even with his
head.  A lube mixture of saliva, pre-cum from both and a peach-scented oil
was rubbed generously into the target opening. The two tongue-wrestled as
Criss applied the lube thoroughly and lovingly, using a gentle hand while
his other forearm braced Justin's legs.  Criss Angel grasped The Bieb's
upper legs and positioned himself for entry, his plum-sized cockhead
throbbing with lust.  He pressed forward and his knob slipped into the
relaxed back door of his conquest.  Justin wriggled his bottom and then
clenched the intruder as it popped into him.  The Illusionist swooped his
arms underneath Justin's back and hugged the boy tightly as he rammed his
eight inches completely in.  Justin's eyes bulged as he felt the expansion
of his rectum.  Angel's pulsing cock beat against the singer's prostate
gland, stimulating it to an accelerated constriction.  As the two lay
 sandwiched together, their mouths feasting on each other and Angel's cock
expanding, an explosion of seed burst forth from Justin and spread between
their lower torsos as Angel rocked them in the bed with his continued
thrusts.  Criss pulled Justin yet tighter to him. He lifted the boy as he
raised up on his haunches to a sitting position.  Criss then threw his own
head back and bellowed as he unleashed his own volley of cum deep inside
Justin's bowels.  The pulses of Angel's orgasm sent multiple shock waves
through Justin.  The horny teen came a second and third time while clenched
against the muscular body of the rapacious Illusionist.  As their mutual
releases subsided, Criss Angel lowered Justin to the bed and they both
savored each other's lips and tongue while lying on their sides facing each
other.

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"Oh FUCK!!" Joe Jonas arched his back as his loins spewed a healthy blast
of semen into Alan's narrow chute.  Joe gripped Alan's hip bones forcefully
as the spasms continued, and instinct drove him repeatedly against the fuck
toy's luscious butt.

Nick had encircled Alan's waist and held him close as his brother's thrusts
made it seem like the Mexi-stud was humping the younger Jonas.  Nick
detected an expanding appendage between them.  Alan Valdez was returning to
full potency.  Nick slipped his own throbbing cock between Alan's muscular
thighs where leaking pre-cum served as the perfect lube.

Joe's spasms had subsided, but he was still hard as a rock.  He maneuvered
everybody so that Nick was now on his back on the bottom with Alan
sandwiched between them.

"Shit, brother; this is a lot of weight on top of me.  If you're going to
go another round with his ass, try not to collapse the bed, okay?"

Joe laughed.  "You need to know, bro, that these Vegas suites come with
heavy-duty reinforced bed frames so prevent that."

"Then try not to crush me, okay?"

"Spread your legs a little, plant your feet and push your pelvis upwards.
It's a good ab exercise and it will take some of the force off your
backbone."

As Nick began the lift, Alan's eyes popped open.  He looked with great
hunger into Nick's eyes.  Joe was too busy stirring Alan's rectum to notice
the quick movement when the Mexi-stud swooped his arms around Nick's waist
and drove his now fully-erect pole into the younger Jonas' unsuspecting
butt.  To keep Nick quiet, Alan clamped his mouth over the boy's lips and
began an oral cavity attack.  Nick struggled, but Joe thought the sounds he
heard were coming from a slowly awakening Latino stud.

(To be continued....................................)

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 Hope to hear from anyone who enjoys the latest installment.  Many thanks
to new readers and loyal fans ----------for their encouragement.  I shall
endeavor to make Chapter 11 as stimulating as 10 was.

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