Date: Tue, 24 May 2011 22:45:17 -0700 (PDT)
From: John McDonald <madmax212542007@yahoo.com>
Subject: Justin and Alan - Chapter 6

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 6



Justin Bieber was rather mopey after his super lover, Alan, was taken away.
He went through the motions of sexual antics with Nick, but it just wasn't
the same.  Alan had excited and pleasured him in a way that had no
comparison.  How could he face the remainder of his life without such
ecstatic fulfillment?

Little did Justin know, he was about to have that world of enchantment
reopen to him.

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Leaving the studio after an all-day rehearsal for an upcoming concert tour,
Justin was beat and ready for some relaxation.  As he pulled into his
driveway, he observed an unfamiliar Lincoln Navigator parked up against his
garage door.  Wanting to park his car inside, this obstacle ticked him off.

As he inserted his key into the lock on the front door, Justin noticed it
was slightly ajar.  He thought of immediately calling the police, but
decided against it.  How many guys had he given keys to for easy access?
It could have been any of several, Nick being the most frequent visitor.
The singer noticed the sound of running water coming from the bathroom.
Letting himself in, he stared curiously at the outline of a man on the
other side of the steamy shower door.  Just then, the water was turned off
and the shower's occupant opened the door while toweling his hair.  Justin
could see that his intruder was tanned and very muscular.  Then the towel
moved from head to upper body.


"Alan?  Oh my god, you're shitting me!"

"Biebs!!! Come to Daddy, Baby Biebs."

Justin slid into Alan's open arms and commenced suctioning furiously on the
model's lips.  Alan responded with equal ferocity on Justin's mouth.  The
horny Mexican stud grappled excitedly with the blonde babe's tight jeans.
As soon as they were around the singer's ankles, Alan hoisted him onto the
sink counter.  He'd earlier spied a tube of KY gel and figured he'd have
use for it, so it was ready.  As he continued massaging Justin's lips, Alan
worked the gel into the teen's fuck chute.  Justin squirmed happily as
Alan's fingers invaded his inner pleasure area, then felt himself
positioned on the edge of the countertop.

Alan's pole was dripping precum in his wildly aroused state.  He pressed
into Justin's opening, and the horny bottom boy relaxed his ring most
willingly.  Alan scooped under Justin's legs and positioned them atop his
shoulders.  Leaning in closely, his mouth again found the love-starved
singer; his pole glided easily up the well-lubed chute until Alan's balls
rested against Justin's butt cheeks.

This wasn't sufficient for the rapacious Mexican stud.  He clambered onto
the countertop, repositioned his fuck toy, and began hammering wildly into
Justin for a quick first cum.  The youth lost his breath while being
power-slammed on the hard surface.  Having a mouth clamped over his own
mouth added to the rapid arrival at a state of breathlessness.  Even as
Justin began to go limp and into semi-consciousness, Alan fucked on like a
wild animal.  His vigorous thrusts brought him to a quick climax, after
which he collapsed on top of his reclaimed bitch.

After Alan caught his own breath, he lifted the unconscious babe onto his
shoulder and carried him to the main bedroom.  He laid Justin on his side,
made sure he looked comfortable, and then went for a cool washcloth.  Alan
dabbed the boy's forehead and neck until he began to stir.  In a
semi-stupor, Justin reached behind himself to check for leaking cum.
Finding some, he put on a half grin and looked at Alan.

"Guess it was good for you, but I don't remember how it ended."

"Sorry, babe, I couldn't help myself. I was so horny for you after that
separation."

"How'd you get free?  I didn't think I'd ever see you again, or at least
not anytime soon."

"It's a long story, but right now I want to fuck some more."

Alan leaped back onto his hot bitch boy and worked some more lube into him.
Justin stretched his arms and legs, and then rolled onto his back smiling
at his dominator.  The super-horny Mexican stud slipped his arms under the
teen's legs behind his knees, and he pushed those legs back as far as the
muscles would stretch.  Alan got on his own knees and aimed his furiously
pulsing cock at the turned up entrance.  The lube, warmed by body heat,
enabled the stud to glide in like a knife through butter.  The muscular
Alan thrusted his hips to force the tip of his cock to repeatedly nudge
Justin's pleasure button.

"Oh god, Alan......you're priming my pump for a gusher."

"When I feel your body tell me it's ready, I'll aim your hose at your
mouth, Babe."

Alan continued plundering Justin's chute.  The young blonde honey panted
and moaned as his reproductive tract tensed up.  The man on top felt his
toy's love channel tense up, so he grabbed Justin's throbbing dick.  At the
last second, Alan bent himself improbably and took the boy's cock into his
own mouth.  Justin's spasms and shudders challenged the attacker to remain
connected as he gulped the hot seed that spewed into his mouth.  The
younger man clawed at the bedsheets from the hyper-sensation of having his
cock tip gnawed and licked just after shooting.  He was held in place by
his lover's iron grip.  Alan then flipped him around and mounted him
doggy-style without so much as a pause in the pummeling.  Justin's hair
whipped back and forth as Alan power-drove into the still vibrating tunnel.
Grabbing Justin's hips tightly, Alan forced himself in another inch by
compressing the boy's buns against rippled abs.  The powerful
 stud bellowed as his hot seed gushed into the captive youth.  Jet after
jet sprayed forcefully up Justin's intestines until he thought he felt a
boiling sensation in his stomach.  After the eighth pulse, Alan fell
backward and pulled Justin on top him.  Still deeply imbedded in the
singer's ass, the studly model raked his hands along the teen's stretched
out upper body.  He especially worked Justin's pecs and adolescent
nipples. Incredibly, Alan remained rock-hard and continued thrusting while
sucking the side of his lover's neck with hot, hungry lips.  With Justin
spread-eagled on top of him, the natural outward curve of Alan's throbbing
pole was directly stimulating the youth's prostate.  By working his hips
upward, the salacious body-builder expedited Justin's arrival at yet
another climax.  The fantasy babe's legs shot outward as his stiff post
erupted forcefully.  He then sank into Alan's erotic musculature, and his
head
 slipped between the model's jaw and shoulder.  Like magnetism, Alan's lips
latched onto Justin's exposed neck.  While sucking and licking, Alan rolled
them both over so that Justin was now on his stomach.  He tightened his
grip with arms and legs, initiating a quest for total domination.

Justin began to stir beneath him, so Alan snaked one arm under the boy's
left armpit, up and around the back of his neck.  The other arm worked its
way under Justin's right side until Alan's fingers detected a nipple that
was swollen from previous fingering.  The Mexican hottie gripped that
nipple with the nails on his thumb and middle finger.  Justin struggled
underneath Alan as the pinching grip grew painful.  The super horny model
drove his still stiff cock in and out of the exhausted singer.  The more
Justin squirmed, the tighter grew the various holds his conqueror had on
him.  When Justin began to scream from the painful nipple manipulations,
Alan forced his face into a pillow to stifle the cries.  Harder and harder
the youth bucked his hips in a futile attempt to throw his rider off.  In
response, Alan deliberately slammed harder into Justin's sore ass.

"You are all mine, Baby Biebs.  I feel like I want to fuck you to death."

Alan took a deep breath as he licked the boy's neck and earlobes with his
long and talented tongue. Justin's pleading response was muffled by the
pillow he was pressed into.  The mostly one-sided battle continued until
the teen quit all signs of resisting.  As soon as Justin purposely went
limp, Alan's fury subsided.

"Hey, you're no fun when you don't fight back, Baby."

Turning his head slowly to one side, Justin replied, "I'm broken, Master.
I have no fight left in me at the moment."

In his head, though, Justin was working furiously on how to get even with
the horny Mexican stud he had on top of his back.  The sex was wildly
exciting, but he objected to the absolute control that Alan was exerting
over him.  He quickly settled on a plan.  A fellow performer he'd met in
Las Vegas would be the perfect ally to exact a little revenge on the sex
maniac that seemed unable to stop plundering him.

"Alan, I really need to clean up and get ready for a publicity shot.  I'm
an opening act at the Excaliber in Vegas next weekend.  They'll be running
a special video promo on several cable stations and web feeds starting
Monday."

All this work talk was making the hot model go soft anyway, so he pulled
out of his prey.

"Tell you what, Biebs, I'll let you go if you promise to take me to Vegas
with you."

Justin smiled to himself and answered, "sure thing, stud.  We'll have some
fun while we're there."

Alan got up from the bed and slapped Justin on his ass cheek sort of
playfully.  The singer got up and stumbled to the bathroom since his
soreness interfered with normal walking.  Once inside, the boy left the
door unlocked figuring that the sex-crazed muscleman would only kick it
down anyway if he became aroused again.

Fortunately for Justin, Alan Valdez succumbed to exhaustion and fell into a
deep sleep.  When the teen returned to the bedroom, he observed a naked,
muscular model on his side.  His very shapely ass rested on the edge of the
bed, and he was thrusting in his sleep.

"No doubt you're reliving your attack on me, and you certainly are hot,
Alan.  Tell you something, though- when we're in Vegas, you're going to get
the surprise of your fucking life."

With that, Justin pulled on a pair of sweats and a t-shirt, ran his hand
over Alan's exquisite butt, and left to do his publicity video shoot.  On
the way, he made a call to a friend.

"Since you're performing near my hotel, I thought we might get together
again.........Sure.......... And there's a situation you could give me a
little help with if you're willing.........As it happens, it IS about
that........Shut up.........Well, you're pretty hot yourself, for an old
guy.........Ouch, my delicate young ears.........Seems to me you told me
YOU were like that at 17 too.........  I will owe you big time once this is
over with........You, too, Houdini; ciao.

Justin smiled to himself as he drove to the worksite.  He was still a
little sore, but the hot shower and the healing lotion had helped.

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Two hours later, Alan was awakened from a sound sleep by the ringer on his
cell phone.

"Yeah?  Speaking...... Hey, Steve, how are you?...........Return it? I
thought the Lincoln was a gift from you........Geez, you have two others
besides it..........No, you don't have to do that.  I'm heading for Vegas
sometime this week.......Yeah, I'll drop it off and catch a ride with a
friend who'll be following me.......No, I don't think so.  He's pretty
high-profile and would attract too much attention if we did that.  See you
soon."

When he hung up, Alan muttered to himself for awhile.

"Ungrateful bastard.  After the good time I showed him, you'd think one
stinkin` car wouldn't be such a big fuckin` deal.  Who needs him.  My
little Bieber Babe is going to be my ticket to the sweet life."

With that, Alan went for his second shower of the day and got himself
squeaky-clean for when Justin would return.  He then dressed in an outfit
that accentuated his best assets, after spraying a little musk on himself.
The tight, silk lounge pants and the equally tight, muscle t-shirt made the
image in the mirror very stimulating.

"I wish I could have myself cloned.  I am looking so good, I wish I could
fuck myself."

Alan laughed out loud as he continue to examine himself in the mirror.  He
ran his hands over every sensuously sinewy part of his body.  So as not to
let the front of his pants get stained, he stuffed a folded paper towel in
his bikini briefs to absorb the leaking precum.

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When the video shoot was complete, Justin hung around the studio visiting
with the crew.  He was somewhat fearful of going home alone.  He didn't
want to let on that there was a problem he could not handle; he couldn't
betray his famous Bieber fearlessness he always had on display.  He needed
to come up with a way to distract Alan for at least tonight, so his body
had a decent chance to recover from the earlier assault.  Then he hit on a
plan.

"Nick, could you meet me at my place in about an hour?  Great.  Can you
bring Joe with you?  Super!  See you then."

Knowing Alan's love for certain foods and drink, Justin figured he could
buy a night off by taking them out to dinner.  He'd get Alan really
hammered, and then all he'd want to do is go to sleep at the end of the
evening.  Further, he suspected Joe Jonas could be an interesting diversion
for the hot Mexican.  Joe's sexual appetite ran similar to Justin's own, so
he figured some serious flirtation might take place during the meal.
Whether Alan went home with Joe or became too intoxicated for sex, either
way Justin would get a full night's rest out of the deal.

On arrival at his place, Justin took on a somewhat cocky attitude as he
walked through the doorway.  Oblivious to the teen's manner, Alan scooped
him up and deposited him on the living room sofa.  As he made his first
move for a make-out, a hand formed a barrier between their respective lips.

"What's up, Biebs?  Don't want any?"

"Nick and his brother will be here any minute.  I invited them to have
dinner out with us.  I was thinking of taking us to Outback or Black Angus.
What do you think?"

"Well, they both have good steaks.  Now that you mention it, I'm starving."

"Well, great!  You know you need to keep your strength up, if your
performance is going to be at its best."

"I sure don't want to disappoint you, Babe.  A good steak dinner, followed
by dessert at home."

He said that with a twinkle in his eye and a stiffy in his pants.  Justin
noticed the bulge and purposely kept his eyes directed elsewhere.  The teen
knew what a compulsive bottom he was, yet also realized he needed to let
his body recover from the early romp.

The two Jonas brothers showed up at Justin's and they went to Black Angus
in two cars.  A hostess seated them at a corner booth for some privacy.
Joe Jonas nearly collided with a waiter while following the movement of
Alan's luscious ass under the silk lounge pants he'd opted to not change.
Joe sat next to Alan and across from Justin.  Nick was across from Alan.
After ordering drinks, Joe excused himself to go to the men's room.  About
a minute later, Alan did likewise.  The two remaining diners exchanged a
glance followed by a brief giggle.

Joe had entered an empty washroom and leaned against the sink breathing
deeply.  Alan entered soon after and took Joe by the shoulders and pressed
him against the wall.

"You want it, don't you.  I could see you staring at my ass when we walked
to the booth; there was a mirror in front of me and I was watching you."

"So what of it?  Yeah, Alan, you're hot and I like to look at hot guys."

Alan released Joe's shoulders and took hold of his face with both hands.
Looking deeply into Joe's glistening eyes, Alan pounced on his mouth like a
demon attempting to extract life force.  Joe kissed back earnestly until
the Mexican stud pulled back.

"Listen, Joe- I want you to think of some excuse why you need to stay over
at Justin's place tonight.  When I'm finished with him, I'll give you a
taste of what I really have to offer."

"Okay, Alan.  I'll think of something.  Better let me return to the table
first."

Joe went back and was carefully studied by Nick and Justin.

"What?  Do I have soap on my face or something?"

"We just figured Alan was going to make a move on you, and we were looking
for evidence."

"Screw you guys.  I'm not some whore who makes it with any hot guy in tight
lounge pants that I meet in a men's room.  Geez........."

"Sorry, bro.  I know he's your type, so I just put two and two
together......."

"Shut up, Nick.  Read your menu."

Alan returned to the table with his hair freshly combed.  He got the same
stare down from the two younger guys at the table.

"In case you're wondering, I fucked four waiters and a busboy while I was
in there."

Nick and Justin jerked their heads simultaneously towards each other and
then laughed at Alan's joke.

Dinner was sumptuous and the boys all skipped dessert.  Alan and Joe had
split a bottle of red wine with their steaks; the younger guys had iced
tea.  The healthy portion of red meat slowed the processing of the alcohol,
so the two who'd had any were still clear-headed.  When it was time to
leave, Justin had an inspiration.

"Nick, why don't we come by your place so you can show me that song you're
working on?"

"You could, but I think Joe is tired of hearing me compose and change and
compose again."

"Right you are, bro.  Why don't I take Alan back in Justin's car, and you
can come and get me when you're done messing around with that annoying
song."

Justin angled, "we might be up pretty late.  Will it be a problem if you
have to stay the night?"

Alan pursed his lips at the older Jonas and shifted his eyebrows upward.
Joe nonchalantly shrugged his shoulders at Justin and replied, "if it gets
to midnight and you're not back, I'll just figure you're pulling an
all-nighter."

Justin tossed his keys to Joe, who unlocked the car letting Alan get in.
They drove off with the younger guys watching them depart.

"Shit, Nick.  You're brother's going to be walking funny for the next two
or three days after tonight."

"I don't know about that.  Joe can take `em pretty big with no after
effects."

"Really?  Like with who?"

"We were doing a show at Lake Tahoe last month and he struck up a
conversation with a baseball player from New York: Derek somebody.  We were
going to hang out there between weekends, and Joe was in the ballplayer's
room for four days.  Afterward, he said this guy had a cock like a beer
can."

Justin's jaw dropped.

On the way to Justin's place, Alan suggested they stop at a liquor store
for some beer.  Joe happily obliged, and the two continued homeward.

Sorry for the delay since Chapter 5.  Life happens, and diversions get put
on hold.

Thanks to new reader Dan and long time correspondent David for kind words
sent recently.

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