Date: Mon, 2 May 2005 09:54:20 -0700 (PDT)
From: gabriel leven <degobln@yahoo.com>
Subject: justin searching-1

DISCLAIMER: This story has absolutely nothing to do with reality. This is a
completely fictional story. The words that make the story that follows is
not intended to imply anything about Justin Berfield's, or any other
celebrity's true sexuality in any way shape or form. I do not personally
know any of the celebrities listed or know of any details of their personal
lives.

Please send all feedback and suggestions for future celebrities to
degobln@yahoo.com.

Justin Searching
By Gabriel Leven
Chapter 1


     In attempting to define virginity, you must consider the idea that no
two people think alike. I am no different. I have my own ideas as to how
this world works and I live by these ideas almost as a religion. A religion
of those things that stray far from the boundaries of recorded deviance,
and one of obscurity.

     I am Justin Berfield, an actor on a very popular t.v. show who is
lesser know then my two famous co-stars.  At seventeen, I was still a
virgin. To me, the idea of saving my self was not all to important, and my
virginity was not something I was greatly fond of for that matter. So as
some people do, I woke up one morning with the mind set that this day in
particular would be the day that I became a man and put away childish
things...sort of.

(Flashback)

     It almost seemed to happen over night. The leaves changed from a
luscious green to autumnal shades of orange, yellow, brown, and a vibrant
red. During this era, many things happened over night. New ideas came with
new ideas, and I considered myself, like the seasons before me, changed. I
no longer had a problem with my lust for those swinging a penis, and in
fact, came to welcome the idea of becoming a hedonistic freak.

     "You should come out to me tonight," I thought I heard Frankie
suggest.

     "What!" I asked surprised by what I thought I heard.

     "You should come out with me tonight," is what he actually said.

     "I don't know, I am very exhausted," I tried to protest his
invitation.

     "Trust me, it'll be fun," he argued back.

     I pondered on it for a few moments, and though I really did not want
to go out, it would be rude if I would have turned him down. Not that I
waited hand and foot on Frankie Muniz, I've just been blowing him off a lot
lately for the sake of doing nothing and being a hermit. I just think that
sometimes I am more then capable of being a very bad friend.

     "Fine, but I'm driving," I agreed with much reluctance, poking fun at
his bad driving record.

     "Okay, I'll be at your house by nine," he made plans before leaving
the room.

     "See you later," I greeted him goodbye as he almost ignored me with an
exception of a slight nod as he walked away.

     I returned to my previous task of stuffing my face with a turkey and
cheese sandwich.  Rolled my eyes realizing I hadn't a stitch to wear to
what ever event it was that Frankie was dragging me to tonight. Going out
clubbing I'm more then sure, but I find it so much easier to stray away
from assuming to many things.
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     "Where are we going?" I could not resist calling Frankie on my drive
home and asking him.

     "Clubbing," he reflected many ideas with just one word.

     "What kind of club?" I further questioned him.

     "What kind of club do you think?" He answered my question, with a
question in that way that he is pompous and thinks everyone who does not
think like him is behind on something.

     "Hmm," I hummed, "some place loud, packed wall to wall with obnoxious
fans, drunk celebrities and Paris Hilton."

     "Yeah, minus the dumb bitch, hopefully," he joked.

     I laughed a bit at his cheap shot but it did not last long. I still
did not want to go out but it seemed I already had talked myself into
something I could not have walked out of by this point in time.

     After hanging up with him I finished the ride home with a stop for
food. Eating has always been a chore, not only do you have to eat the food,
but you also have to make it turn to muscle as quickly as possible.

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     We were granted instant access to the nightclub being who we were, or
at least who Frankie was.  Walking in, my mood and thoughts on the evening
completely changed.  Hot guys galore, my eyes wandered carelessly in an
almost awe at the amount of attractive human meat.

     We walked through the crowd, towards the "bar", though neither of us
are old enough yet, it did not matter for this bar in question was a
non-alcoholic one...it sucks!  We sat our selves down for a drink, Frankie
turning so that he could see the majority of the rest of the club, I
watched through the perfectly placed mirrors behind the shelving of the
bar.

     I loved watching people, especially the ones with a dick swinging
between the legs and are nice to look at.

     "I"ll be right back," Frankie announced over the loud music.

     I knew then that he was lying, that if he came back at all it would
not be right away.  I was not mad, even if he did drag me out here against
my wanting to.  But it did not matter.  I did not care, I was being
stalked, hunted.

     I saw him about five minutes earlier, at first I thought he was
watching Frankie, but when Frankie disappeared behind the scenes he still
kept gazing into my direction.  I did not know how I should feel...scared,
flattered?  Either way I knew one thing I felt that had nothing to do with
what I should have.  Down below, beneath the view of prying eyes, my
anatomy started to become a wild beast not for the taming.  It pressed hard
into my boxers and jeans as my excitement grew of watching my hunter trying
to nonchalantly stalk me.

     I was not scared, more excited I think by this point.  At times he
seemed to disappear and blend in with the crowd, but Elijah Wood has eyes
that glow brighter then most.  I recognized him from his eyes, and by his
eyes, I followed his every move through a mirror as he slowly approached
me.

     "A V8 Splash," he ordered his drink, all the while standing inches to
my side but not yet acknowledging my presence.

     I took another drink of my drink as he waited for his own.  I wondered
why it was he stood so close at a bar where their were plenty of empty
places to get a drink from, not to mention he's not even supposed to get
them from the middle but from the counter.  With patience I waited for him
to say something to me.  I could feel his eyes, burning into me as they
observed my every mood, somehow without even looking directly at me.

     His drink came already poured into a glass with a piece of celery
hanging out.

     "It never fails to hit the spot," Elijah commented to me after taking
his first drink.

     For a moment I did not know what to say.  Lost for words I felt as if
I was losing any say in the situation.

     "I've never had one," was all that I could think to say.

     I then, looked at him, and into him.  I knew then what was going to
happen this night.  As if in his gaze he spoke louder then words, of his
obvious lust for me.

     "Oh no shit, here try this one," he said while lifting the glass to my
face.

     Instead of arguing, I took the drink from his hand and tried it.  I
humored him in hopes of being able to play this game he had made for us
both.

     I didn't like it, the drink was horrible.

     "Here you still have some on your chin," he said before taking his
finger, wiping it off then putting the finger in his mouth, "tastes good."

     Maybe it was the way he looked at me, from the corners of his eyes,
that painted the picture of the very near future.  Maybe it could of been
that I was quickly trying to lose my virginity.  Despite the many answers I
have, one was for certain, I agreed to leave with Elijah because of my own
need to cum.

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     "Hey, I'm leaving," I said to an unfound Frankie upon his answering
his phone.

     "Already!" he protested.

     "Yeah, I'm...tired," I lied looking up at Elijah, the source of my
tiredness.

     "Fine, I'll take a cab, see you tomorrow," Frankie greeted me
farewell.

     "Yeah, tomorrow," I agreed then hung up.

     We continued to walk towards my car, Elijah not driving himself.
Their was a lot more to this then meets the eye, we did have conversation
in the club, but as this was just going to be a one night stand,
conversation would be a pointless matter to keep record of.

     "The black one next to the green one," I said to Elijah while
disarming the alarm so that he could see which car was mine.

     The orange turn signals flashed upon pressing the button, the lights
seemed to flirt with Elijah as he approached my car.

     "Oh," he simply replied to my pointing it out.

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     The streets belonged to those going out tonight, the streets belonged
to me.  They led the way because they knew the path that I was taking.  I
pulled in front of my house, wasting no time with finding the garage or a
proper parking spot other then getting it far enough into the driveway so
that it was completely on my property.

     The whole time, he barely said a word, and to this I was becoming
quite annoyed by the minute.

     On the elevator ride up I could only think that nothing was going to
happen tonight, since my prudeness of being a virgin, and his inability to
say more then two words was taking control of the situation.  I wondered
what it was he was going to say, what thing he thought he was going to do
to get me to have sex with him.  I'm sure he already knew that I was up for
this some time ago, but with this knowledge would he act?

     On closing my front door and locking it, I would quickly come to
understand how it was he planned this trip.

     I turned around to him being right their in my face.  Without caution,
and with much welcome, he leaned in to kiss me with as much dirty tongue as
I desired.  His hands slid down my back, and beneath the waist line of my
lose fitting jeans.  His fingers massaged my ass as his tongue massaged my
mouth.  All of him worked me over so that Before he even found his hands in
the front of my pants, I was completely hard.

     First his hands only went down the inside of my pants, and not my
boxers.  Either way the warmth of having my dick first touched was almost
enough to make me put aside the playing and get down to doing the deed.
Patience however would prove to be the victor.

     Following suit, I put my hand to the waistline of his pants, with my
finger hanging like hooks, latched to the waist.  He went from kissing my
mouth to tonguing my neck, then nibbling on my ears.  I slowly undid the
buckle of his belt, then without any more stalling, I touched my first
dick, bare skin and all.  I instantly felt the difference that said this
was nothing but a rock hard cock my hands found, sliding past the waistline
of his underwear.  He breathed heavily into my ear is I grabbed hold of it
by the tender head.

     "Do you like my cock?" He asked through a whisper as he began to talk
dirty to me.

     I replied with a simple nod.

     "Do you want to suck my cock?" He whispered into the other ear.

     In responding, I did not use words or body language, I continued to
kiss his neck as I pushed him backwards down on the couch.  I then took my
shirt off as he did the same and I got back on top of him and began to lick
his chest.  It tasted salty as I think he had been dancing tonight.  It was
so hot, his skin pale, yet warm, his nipples hard and cold, and his body
just magnificent to every sense.

     He ran his fingers through my hair all the while I slowly explored his
body, with each lick suck and nibble, I got further south.  The further
south I got, the more restless he became, the rougher he played with my
hair, and the more sound came from within him.

     I helped him remove his shoes, and blue jeans which by this time were
practically at his knees anyway.  The rest of him seemed as pale and frail
as the upper body did.  Regardless, it turned me on immensely and I began
to rub my self through my boxers.

     "Suck my dick," he perversely whispered this demand.

     Though it was never my intentions to act myself a whore, I instantly
became one.  I wonder if Elijah was just that hot, hot enough to make even
virgins become whore's before him.

     I did not argue with him, or listen to my inner voice.  With both
hands I tugged his underwear down with such swiftness that his seven inch
dick, which seemed to be pulled down by the boxers, flopped back up
smacking his lower abs with an obvious sound.  Having Elijah Wood nude on
my bed below me, I did what only came natural, as instinct, and took as
much of him into my mouth as possible.

     I didn't like the taste, and didn't like the feel.  I could not deep
throat, and I was almost ready to pull up, but then I felt his hand on my
shoulders as he began to slowly thrust into my mouth.


     "Just tell me before you cum," I asked of him coming up for a moment
jacking him off.

     He nodded his head as he seems to be a man of little words.

     I went back down on him.  The more I flickered my tongue across his
head it seemed the further he wanted to thrust into me.  I had to be the
one in control because it seemed he lost his.  Still, I blew him as best I
could, sucking his dick as if it were not the first time.  I obviously did
a good job since his moaning and playing with my hair had become intense.

     I continued to work my mouth over his hard dick.  Going down each time
I could feel it seeming to get harder when without much more time...

     "I'm gonna cum," Elijah panted.

     I came off of him just in time, as his first shot of hot spooge
splattered on my lips, dripping down my chin.  The rest of it shot all over
his chest and stomach.  He lay still a moment, his only motions were of his
heavy breathing.  I did not know what to expect next, but what ever it was
I wanted, I at least expected the same favor to be returned.  I even became
very excited to the idea of Elijah Wood blowing me just as I went down on
him.

     I was disappointed.  Instead of sucking me off, he pulled my boxers
down and gave me a hand job.  I was used.  However I did my best to make do
and enjoy him jacking me off for whatever it was worth.

     After he proved to be selfish, he got dressed in the dark and left
into the unknown night, he even managed to accidentally leave wearing my
favorite shirt.  I was disappointed in being used, but happy to have my
first experience out of the way.  I know that most people would not
consider me having lost my virginity that night, but to them I argue would
you then consider me a pure virgin after what I just done?

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     I would see Elijah every now and again, here and their, but we would
never talk.  He never knew that he was my first, and I found it more of a
comfort that people like him not know of the position they had over me.

     Okay now, this is where it gets a bit weird for most people.  After
this encounter I decided to put off sex and relationships for awhile.  I
did not know then but awhile easily became two years.  What happened with
Elijah happened two years ago. I am now nineteen, ready to grab the world
by the balls.  I was ready for anything, especially those things of sexual
indulgence, deviance.

     I was ready to start playing the game in every aspect, I was ready to
search for what I did not know?


**Interested in all of your suggestions...esp. ones of other celebrities
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