Date: Wed, 27 Jul 2011 15:52:03 -0700 (PDT)
From: John McDonald <madmax212542007@yahoo.com>
Subject: Justin and Alan - Chapter 7

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 7


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.

Joe observed Alan shifting in his seat every couple of minutes.  Then he
realized the reason for the apparent discomfort: Alan was sporting an
enormous hard-on.  Joe reached over with his right hand.

"Hang on there, stallion boy.  I want it as much as you do."

When Joe released him, Alan arched his pelvis forward and erupted inside
his lounge pants.

"Geez, Joe, you made me waste a perfectly good load that I was saving for
your fuck chute."

"I'm sure you're good for several more loads, Alan.  At least now you
should be able sit more comfortably."

"Oh sure.......with my spunk running down my leg?"

"Oh yeah, huh.  Sorry about that."

They drove on in silence and avoided physical contact for the remaining
distance to Justin's place.  After pulling into the driveway, both emerged
from the car and headed towards the front door.  Alan's eyes were glued to
Joe's muscular ass, conveniently illuminated by a full moon shining on
form-fitting jeans.  Joe unlocked the deadbolt and both entered the
apartment, kicking off sandals as they crossed the threshold.  After
placing the beer in Justin's fridge, Joe walked into the living room where
Alan pounced on him like a waiting panther.  He mauled Joe's mouth and
ground his crotch into the breathless Jonas brother.  Joe grabbed at Alan's
hair and returned the voracious kisses.  They struggled against the wall,
knocking off picture frames and a large mirror before falling over the arm
of the couch- Joe landing on his back with Alan on top.

They gnawed on each other's lips.  They worked their hands inside each
other's shirt to play with the muscles underneath.  Using a knee and a foot
for leverage, Joe shifted them over the edge of the couch and onto the
floor.  This time it was Alan on bottom, but their mouths remained
suctioned together.  Joe placed his opened hands on Alan's rock-hard
pectorals and pushed himself upwards.  Alan breathed heavily and licked his
lips while holding Joe's gaze.

"I gotta go pee before we get any further with this, Alan."

"Me too; I'll join you in the john."

Joe led with Alan quickly following.  Both stood at the bowl and pissed
about a pint each.

"Drop your lounge pants, Alan."

That done, Joe proceeded use a washcloth to wipe the remaining stickiness
from Alan's left thigh.  The singer's own cock grew harder yet as his
fingers enjoyed the sensuous muscle tone of Alan's leg.  Joe let his other
hand glide from Alan's hip to his enticing bared ass and gave the cheek a
squeeze.  Alan smiled at him and pulled Joe's shirt over his head.  Joe
reciprocated and also dropped his jeans. Both laughed upon observing that
neither wore underwear.

"Justin keeps protection and lube in the bedroom, so what are we waiting
for Joe?"

They ran for the master bedroom and Alan tackled Joe on the unmade bed.

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Justin and Nick arrived at the Jonas home and went to work on Nick's song.
The younger man had some helpful suggestions since it's easier to be
objective about someone else's work than one's own. Once the work was done,
the guys settled down to relax and chat.

"Do you suppose Joe is okay over at my place with the fuck-fiend from
hell?"

"Joe is a real power bottom.  I've even watched him operate.  A week after
his romp with the baseball player, he nearly fractured Zac Efron's dick
with the grip he had on it."

"No shit."

"You know the expression `blue balls'?  Efron had a blue cock from a
ruptured vessel."

Justin rubbed himself before murmuring, "ouch".

Nick watch his friend rub his crotch.  It brought back memories of past fun
times.  He scooted closer on the sofa to Justin and cupped his chin.
Drawing Justin's face closer, Nick kissed him lovingly on the mouth.

"What was that for, Nick?"

"Oh......just thinking about old times."

"Well, I like your thought."

Justin crawled on top of his friend, causing Nick to fall back against some
pillows.  They slowly and gently kissed and caressed each other.  Just as
he was starting to work his fingers through Nick's curly hair, Justin let
out a laugh and pulled back.

"I want to see them.  Let's go over to my place right now and see what
they're up to."

"Oh you already KNOW what they're up to, you voyeur."

Justin let a huge grin spread across his baby-face and smirked, "you know
it!"

They piled into Nick's car and drove across town to Justin's apartment.

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Joe's powerful anal ring had Alan's cock in a strangle hold, and his legs
gripped the model's waist like a carpenter's vise.  Alan couldn't pull back
or thrust forward.

"Come on, dude.  Loosen up a little so I can dick you properly."

"No way, Secretariat.  You don't have a glove on; I can feel it.  You don't
get to cum unless it's gonna be contained in latex."

Alan had wanted to bareback Joe, but Joe anticipated his move.  Not knowing
how many partners this intense sex machine had been with made Joe extra
cautious.  Joe loved bottoming, but he wasn't going to be stupid about it.

"Okay, okay.......you win.  Let me loose and I'll put a condom on."

Joe allowed Alan to pull back, but clenched his ring to squeeze Alan out
lest he have any temptation to just ram back in.  Alan grabbed the
foil-wrapped item and applied it to his pulsing baby-maker.  He eyed Joe
hungrily as he slipped on the protection, and his thoughts turned a little
dark.

Before the night is over, I'm going to breed this hot bitch.  I don't know
anymore if I'm clean or not, but I do know I'm going to spray my seed deep
into every ass I can get my hands on from now till I can persuade Biebs
Baby to be my exclusive fuck toy.  He'll never want anyone after he's had
me awhile longer.  I'm too fucking skilled at what I do best.  Biebs will
be my permanent cum dump by the time we return from that trip to Vegas.

Alan spread his legs and thrust out his jacketed horse cock at Joe.  Joe
gripped the back of his knees and pulled his own legs to his chin, exposing
his super-tight pleasure hole as he lay in the middle of the badly rumpled
bed.  Alan slathered some lube on his tool and its target, and jammed
mightily back into the horny Jonas brother.  The gorgeous Mexican stud
swiveled his hips, latched onto Joe's mouth, kneaded every muscle of Joe's
sexy body and grunted loudly as he fucked away like a wild animal.  On
Joe's part, he crossed his ankles again with his legs gripping Super
Sexman's waist.  He dug his fingers into Alan's upper back muscles, and
chewed the hot model's lower lip as he raised up his ass to meet Alan's
powerful slams.  The throbbing bulbous head of Alan's cock rubbed Joe's
prostate repeatedly.  After fifteen minutes, Alan felt like he wasn't going
to last much longer before his next eruption, so he twisted Joe's lower
body to take an even more precise hit at the singer's ecstasy button.
After a half dozen jabs, Joe went off like Old Faithful, spewing a hot,
sticky load that ricocheted off Alan's chest and onto Joe's chest and neck.
The middle Jonas' clenching anal ring sent a shock wave through Alan's
considerable genitalia.  Alan threw his head back and roared like a lion as
he came forcefully into the condom. Had he been barebacking, he would have
pushed deeper to breed further inside.  Alan jetted six times and nearly
ruptured the condom.  When his pulses subsided, he immediately latched onto
Joe's neck to vacuum up the dripping spunk.  Working his way down Joe's
chest, Alan cleaned that area thoroughly as well.

It was Joe's turn to think.

Holy shit, what a rush!  I can't believe this guy cumming so many times
without going soft.  It's either five or six times now, and I know I
blacked out after he gave me a multiple after his third load.  Alan Valdez
must be some kind of Satyr in disguise or something.  Poor Bieber must have
a loose asshole by now.

Alan was still hard as granite, and he began gyrating his fabulous ass to
work his pole against Joe Jonas' hot button again.

"Jesus, Alan!  Let's take a breather, ok??!!

"I could use a beer or two.  Tell you what: we'll have a six-pack contest.
Whoever downs six beers first gets to be the top for the next round.  What
do you say?"  He raised his eyebrows `Groucho Marx' style as he concluded
his proposal.

"I have a feeling you're a chugger, Alan.  I concede before we even start,
but I'll have a couple with you."

They strode naked to the kitchen, Joe walking a little less steady than was
normal for him, and removed several cans of beer from one of the
thirty-packs.  Joe had finished one, and Alan had guzzled three when they
heard the front door open.

"Whoever's there, we're naked in here."

Justin and Nick entered the kitchen giggling.

"Hey young dudes!  You're just in time for a beer party and maybe more."
Alan swung his leg out and displayed his ever-hard poker.  Justin felt his
brain spin a little, but resolved to not succumb.  Nick knew his good
friend was struggling with this issue, so he got between Justin and Alan.

"We watched your last round from the bedroom window.  The blinds were open
just enough to get a good look at the action."

"You little shits!"  Joe was halfway out of his chair, but Alan calmed him
down.

"Don't sweat it, dude.  How will they learn perfection unless they get to
watch the bigger picture.  Whether you're on the top or the bottom, you
really don't see everything.  You know?"

Joe pondered that before admitting, "I suppose so."

"Biebs, come sit on my lap," Alan invited.  Nick intervened again.

"Justin, why don't you and Joe go discuss that music issue in the bedroom
while I have a beer with Alan?"

Justin and Joe (who hung a large kitchen towel around his waist) went to
the bedroom, and the younger man closed the door.

"Music question?"

"That was just a story.  Nick and I have a plan to immobilize the Sex
Machine for the rest of the night so we can all get some sleep. Just follow
our lead when we return to the kitchen.  Nick should have already gotten
the ball rolling."

Alan was out of beer, so Nick obligingly got him a couple from the fridge.
The youngest Jonas popped the can tab and managed to go unobserved as he
dropped a small purple pill into Alan's drink.  Nick opened one for
himself, and both sat drinking in silence until Alan let out a huge belch.

"Ah, that felt good.  Not as good as spraying the inside of your colon,
Nick- but good."

"What would you know about that?  You almost had me, but the cops broke in
on the three of us, remember?"

"Huh.  Not likely to forget that ordeal........ OH SHIT!!! I need to return
Judge Steve's Lincoln before he makes a stolen vehicle report.  SHIT, SHIT.
What's today?"

"Uh.....the thirtieth of the month.  In two days it will be next month."

"He gave me until the first of the month.  I gotta call him."  Alan belted
down another beer and retreated to the bedroom to find his cell phone.  He
passed Justin and Joe in the hallway and hardly gave them notice.  He did
note, however, that his mind was just a little bit foggy.  He'd only downed
eight or nine beers, so it couldn't have been from that.  The other two
joined Nick in the kitchen.

"Did you complete phase one, Nick?"

"Piece of cake.  He should start to feel it soon."

"I'm thinking he'll still be pretty groggy in the morning when we're
supposed to leave for Vegas.  Let's get him to the backseat of my car and
you guys follow in yours."

"Uh Justin?  We ought to do the guy a little favor.  He needs to return
that Lincoln Navigator to some judge he knows.  Logic tells me it's the
judge who dismissed his case, and I doubt it was out of the goodness of his
heart.  Judge Stephen Ralston from Santa Barbara County if I remember the
news story correctly.  It wouldn't be TOTALLY out of our way. Maybe we
could even swing through Lake Tahoe if Joe wants to."  Nick smirked at his
brother.

"Very funny, Nick.  The Yanks are on the road, so who would I be wanting to
see in Lake Tahoe?"

Justin grabbed some beers from the fridge and tossed one to each Jonas
brother.  They discussed further details of Justin's plan to turn the
tables on Alan "Super Sexman" Valdez.  It was a somewhat wicked plan, and
much of it hinged on the continued help of a famous friend of Justin's who
often played Vegas.

"Justin, do you think we should check to see if he's out yet?", Nick asked
cautiously.

"Why not.  It's pretty quiet back there."

The three crept noiselessly to the bedroom.  Alan was motionless on the
bed, face down with his gorgeously sculpted ass presented in an enticing
manner.  Joe looked at the other two.

"He worked my ass over so many times I lost count.  I think it's only fair
that I take a turn at his.  Anybody want to watch?"

Nick and Justin exchanged glances and smiled immediately.  Joe seized the
tube of KY from the nightstand and lubed up the sleeping Adonis.  He
slipped on a condom and applied some lube to himself.  Joe moved Alan's
legs apart with his knees, leaned forward and placed his hands on the
model's broad shoulders in push-up position.  Joe carefully lowered himself
into Alan's slippery crack.  The anal ring was very tight, but Joe worked
his way through.  The middle Jonas commenced pumping.  After 25 push-ups,
he lowered himself onto Alan's back.  Joe slipped both hands under Alan's
upper body and kneaded his awesome pectorals.  All the while, Joe thrusted
his hips in an effort to penetrate more deeply.  At some point, he thought
he felt Alan squeeze his ring as well as tighten his buns.  Some
involuntary reflex was responding to the assault, and the target apparently
enjoyed it.  Joe gushed into the condom and then pulled back.  After
 slapping Alan on each cheek, Joe Jonas stepped away and looked at his
audience.

"Anybody want to take a turn?"

Nick and Justin each had their way with Alan.  Justin even barebacked him
thinking that if he'd gotten anything nasty from Alan, he might as well
return a dose of it.  Afterwards, the three conspirators crawled into bed
with their unconscious stud.  They took turns rubbing and rutting against
any part of Alan that appealed to them, as well as against each other.
When the action calmed down, they quickly went to sleep.  Alan did not stir
all night. The next morning he asked for a beer to clear his hungover head.
Justin obliged right after Nick dropped another purple pill into the can.

"So when do we use the green pill?", Nick asked.

Justin grinned and replied, "my guardian angel sent that over with his
pharmaceutical man to use only if the purple ones weren't completely
effective.  When we get to Vegas, he'll have something even more potent to
help create the mood we will need to turn the tables on Alan."

Joe remembered the Lincoln, so he scanned the contact list on Alan's phone.
Sure enough, there was a "Judge" programmed in with a number Joe recognized
as a California cell phone provider prefix. He punched it.

"I'm a friend of Alan Valdez and I'm calling in regard to a car he needs to
return...........Would you mind verifying the license plate
number...........Good.......... We'll be driving through Santa Barbara
today and just need to know where you want the car.........Will
do.......Yes, we'll call this number when we're about a half hour
away.........you're welcome."

Joe confirmed the location of the stop and they proceeded to get themselves
ready to travel.



Sorry for the delay since Chapter 6.  I am hoping to get back to a more
regular writing schedule.  I think about the story a great deal, and much
of it has progressed in my head; the trick is making the time to record it.
Hope to hear from anyone who enjoys the latest installment.

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