Date: Thu, 26 May 2005 12:26:45 -0700 (PDT)
From: gabriel leven <degobln@yahoo.com>
Subject: justin searching-3

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 3


     "Whose that?" I asked Frankie in reference to the male's voice in the
background.

     "My friend Matt, you're going to like him," he answered my question.

     "Okay," I responded still a bit curious.

     "How far away are you?" he asked me.

     "About ten minutes away," I answered.

     "Okay then I'll talk to you in a bit," he added.

     "Okay then, see you," I said.

            Tonight we were going to a movie premiere, a big movie
premiere. A lot of stars were going to be their and if it were not for
Frankie I probably would not have been able to make it.  I'm glad that I
was able to come however, for I am quite a star wars fan, and was very
interested to see how all of this was going to end up.

     I parked in front of Frankie's house, tightly squeezed between two
unknown cars.

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            "Justin, this is Matt, Matt this is Justin," Frankie introduced
me to the attractive curly haired kid who stood before me.

             I shook his hand and with this I thought he looked a little
bit familiar from somewhere. I shrugged it off and pulled Frankie aside.

     "What ideas do you have for him?" I asked as if concerned.

     "What ever do you mean?" Frankie asked in turn with an air of
mischief.

             I knew exactly what designs Frankie had for this person but I
had to ask the following question.

     "How old is he Frankie?" I continued to grill him.

     "Uhhh, fifteen," he responded.

            "No way," was the only answer I could muster upon realizing the
youth of this Matt person.

     "Don't worry I know what I'm doing," Frankie did his best to calm me.

            To no avail I would not be calmed. This did surprise me a lot,
when Frankie acts on his bisexuality he usually goes for older guys, not
ones younger, and especially as young as fifteen.  Really thought who was I
to complain, as long as this Matt was okay with it then so was I.

            "Matt do I know you from somewhere, what's your last name? I
asked a seeming nervous person these questions.

            "My last name is Underwood and I'm on the show Zoey 101," he
answered both questions.

               "Ah," I said with the slightest of nods of my head.

     That still did not help me, I had no idea who he was yet, but he still
seemed very familiar.

     "No movies or anything?" I continued to question him.

     "Nope," he replied.

     "Huh, guess you just have a very familiar face," I added.

     "Yeah a lot of people say that," he said with an air of
disappointment.

             I could see where he would disappointed. In a society where we
are all human we want nothing more then to be completely unique from the
next person. That is to say, I would be disappointed if someone reminded me
of how I was just like everybody else they came across.

            "But I'm sure you are different," I said this, adding confusion
to his cute face in a failed attempt of making light of the situation.

     "Yeah," he barely mumbled with a raised brow and shrug of his
shoulders.

            "Our limousine should be here soon," Frankie interrupted this
awkward moment to announce while probably looking at the time on his cell
phone.

             The trio of us were all dressed in tuxedos, something I always
seen as over doing it, but would rather over do things then underestimate
them.

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            When we arrived to the premiere the usual barrage of camera
flashes paved the way of the red carpet. Pictures were taken of us but not
to many, probably in conservation of film for more important persons. I did
not care really. The sun had almost completed it's journey into the west
and with that the air was colder then it was this afternoon. It was
refreshing to be chilled after feeling hot and stuffy from being in that
tuxedo for over an hour already.

             We walked into the theater and I sort of went my separate way
from my two companions.  Though Frankie is one of my closest, if not best
friend, I still find it comforting to separate myself from him more times
then none. I do care for him, almost as a brother, but with age and
confusion I think it good to do my own thing separate from everyone else
despite who they may be.

            "Is your cherry coke from the fountain or do you add cherries
and grenadine to it?" I asked the bar tender.

     "We add the syrup and cherries," he replied.

     "I'll just have a coke then," I ordered a drink.

             Upon receiving it I put a ten on the bar and sat down. I
turned to see the mass crowd of celebrities that filled the lobby and
almost felt intimidated, almost as if I did not belong here. I mean their
was Natalie Portman, an unbelievable actress, then their was Ewan McGregor,
and Samuel L. Jackson, not to mention people like Susan Sarandon, and Robin
Williams. These are all people who are known as respected actors, and then
theirs me, a child among giants, sitting in the corner, sipping on his
non-alcoholic beverage as he can only observe the greatness before him and
not disturb it.

      "Two shots of vodka, four of orange juice," I heard a man order a
drink from behind me.

            "Whoa," I blurted out before realizing I had no room to comment
on the potency of other people's drinks.

            "I was thinking the same thing, but then I remembered who I
was," The great actor added without looking at me.

            I was in complete awe, dare I say it, I was star struck. Samuel
L. Jackson is one of my favorite actors and he now stood next to me as
normal people do, waiting for his drink and lighting a cigarette.  I did
not say another word to him, instead just watched from the corners of my
eye's as one of my idol's smoked his cigarette and waited patiently for his
drink.

 After he left, I got up and made my way around the room.  I wanted
desperately to find a group and join the conversation, but everywhere I
looked, I only seen places I did not belong.  I decided to just forget
about it and relocate Frankie and Matt.  After a short search I was excited
to see that they were standing in a far corner talking to a very attractive
man.  So I approached them as cautiously, but quickly, as I could.

 "You're show is very original, and true to life, not to many shows are
like that," The man said as he talked to Frankie.

 "Justin, come here," Frankie almost politely demanded though I was already
on my way.

 "Hello," I said to Hayden Christiansen as I approached the trio of
attractive guys.

 "Hayden this is my friend and co-start Justin, Justin this is Hay..."
Frankie began to introduce us.

 "Hayden Christiansen, I know," I interrupted Frankie, "I'm a huge fan."

 "Really, so am I," he responded.

 The four of us stood their talking for a bit.  Really it was only three of
us since Matt seemed to shy to add his two cents.  After a bit Frankie
walked off, and like a cute lost puppy Matt was sure to follow, leaving
Hayden and I alone.

 "So I hear you're a huge fan of Halo," Hayden mentioned.

 "Oh of course, I am the undisputed master," I lied.

 "You...were...the undisputed master," Hayden remarked with a smile that
almost made me melt.

 I smiled back at him and asked, "what, do you think you would be a
challenge for me?"

 "No, I just think hands down you don't have a chance," he smiled again,
seeming so sure of himself.

 "Really, is that an offer?" I asked this question in a completely wrong
tone, one sexual in nature.

 I hoped that he would not have picked up on my flirting with him for
homosexuality is not something taken lightly by some people.

 "An offer of what?" he asked with a raised brow and taking a sip of his
drink.

 I had to think and speak quickly.  My damage control went into over drive.

 "An offer to challenge you," I blurted out as quickly as possible.

 "Yeah that would be cool," Hayden said taking out his cell phone, "what's
your number?"

 We exchanged phone numbers and he returned to being a busy man, and I
returned to being a lost child among great giants.

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 The movie was great, more then I expected it to be.  George Lucas did an
excellent job tying the last three to the first three.  After the premiere
their was a party, but we did not stay long.

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 "I think I'm probably going to head out," I announced as the three of us
walked back into Frankie's house.

 "No you should stay," Frankie suggested.

 "I don't know I'm tired, and I forgot to feed Diva," I slightly protested
knowing my dog had enough food to last until tomorrow.

 "Oh she'll be fine," Frankie said.

 I knew that he was not going to let up, that he always wins.  Figuring
this were a battle I was destined to lose, I gave in early to not expand to
much of my energy in fighting something that was inevitable.

 "Fine," I reluctantly agreed.


 We spent the next thirty minutes or so playing video games, my mind was
elsewhere so I was not much of a competitor this night.

 The three of us ended this "tournament" with sitting on Frankie's bed,
just bull-shitting about nothing in particular.

 I forgot what I said, but with my remark Frankie put his hand on my knee
in agreeing with what I said.  This did not bother me since he was always a
hands on sort of person but what made me uneasy was that he left it their
and kept talking.

 I took a quick glance at Matt, and noticed that he tried to hide his
notice of Frankie's hand resting on my knee.  Frankie still continued to
talk.  I became uneasy as I think Matt did as well.  I tried making eyes at
Frankie to let him know of this, but being who he is, he did not take his
hand away.

 Frankie and I have done things before, nothing to serious just mutual
masturbation in the form of a two party circle jerk, but tonight would be
different.

 "So are we gonna fuck yet or what," Frankie bluntly announced.

 I looked to Matt, with bugged out eyes I'm sure, and he looked down after
that.  I felt so embarrassed, among other things, that Frankie had just
outed me this way.

 "Okay, Matt, Justin likes dick, just like you," Frankie tried to explain
our fears away.

 Despite his intentions however, I think his words made a bad situation
worse rather then help things along.  I wanted nothing more, but to not say
another word, get up and leave.  I wanted to leave this horribly awkward
situation behind me in hopes of completely forgetting about it.

 To my surprise a smile crept across Matt's face, and for the first time
the situation did not seem as bad.

 "Okay," Matt agreed to a question never asked as he turned red in the
face.

 "Good," Frankie said.

 Just then I felt his hand move up my leg and towards the fly of my tuxedo
pants.  Immediately I began to grow to size, a bigger size then my
restricted pants would allow.  I readjusted myself and watched as Matt was
beginning to feel the same treatment as I.  I watched as Frankie's other
hand snaked it's way up his pants towards his dick.

 This made me very excited, watching Frankie fondle Matt's clothed anatomy.
I unbutton my dress shirt and took it off.  As if Matt were waiting me to
do things to make it okay he took his shirt off also.  Frankie was already
dressed completely down.


 I followed Frankie's lead and lead my own hand towards his crotch.  Matt,
playing follow the leader, also made a grab for what hid beneath Frankie's
clothes.

 It felt so good, im not sure what really, had it been Matt watching,
Frankie's hand working my dick, or my hand felling his rock hard cock that
got me so excited?  Either way I knew I would not go home with any
disappointment.

 Frankie stood up and completely removed all of his clothes.  Though very
skinny and seeming frail, his dick stood at a proud eight inches straight
up against his hairy pubes and thick in width.  Matt and I would soon
follow in removing our own clothes.  His pubic hair as bushy and curly as
the hair on his head, even the color matched.  His body was virtually
smooth as was mine but mine was due to shaving.  My own pubic hair was
short because I trim it.

 Their was a short pause as if none of us knew what to do next.  Then
Frankie got down on the bed, oh his hands and knees and I moved closer,
standing before him, my cock inches away from his face.  He looked up at me
as if to ask if I wanted this, I just nodded my head and without any more
hesitation he took the head in his mouth.  How I yearned for this for
years, his soft lips working my hard cock.  I drew Matt next to me on my
side, our naked bodies touching each other and my hand found his hot ass.
I squeezed the mounds as the ecstasy of Frankie giving me head became
great.

 I felt him draw off of me and felt Matt's body tense up against mine.  I
looked down to see Frankie sucking on Matt's six inches and I leaned in to
kiss Matt.  He was a sloppy kisser but this was sloppy sex so I welcomed
his inexperience as exciting rather then a disappointment.

 I felt Frankie going back down on me and started to grind into his wet and
warm mouth.  I never figured him to be so good at it but he deep throated
as if it were his only talent and had years to perfect it.  Feeling the
back of his throat I almost was driven to shooting loads into his mouth but
had to pull out to stop a premature orgasm.  He went back to sucking on
Matt and I lay down on the bed next to him.

 Soon Matt was on the bed also and Frankie was sitting on his chest.

 "Blow me," he barely panted as he looked down into Matt's face.

 With no words the kid immediately complied and took Frankie's head into
his mouth.  I was not sure if this was something he had experience but his
skill seemed not to shabby.  I decided to go down on Matt for awhile.  His
dick tasted salty in my mouth and it seemed to jerk when I started to
flicker my tongue across his head.  I kept up the constant motion of going
up and down until I noticed that Frankie was moving from off of his chest.

 I know they said something, but from the pleasure of having Matt's
pulsating dick in my mouth and balls on my chin I did not hear it.  I got
up momentarily to see what was next.  When I moved out of the way Frankie
moved into position and blew Matt for a few moments.  I played stupid but
knew what was coming next.  Frankie took Matt's legs and draped them over
his bony shoulders. Then he took at finger and made it disappear between
Matt's legs.  Matt let out a moan of excitement and I knew where Frankie's
finger had disappeared to.  As he fingered Matt I just watched as Matt
began to stroke my dick as well as his own.  His thumb rubbed across the
top of the head in pleasure so great it almost hurt.

 I closed my eyes and faced upwards, hoping this feeling would never end.

 "Uh, oh...oh...oh," Matt panted.

 I looked down to see that Frankie was no longer fingering him, but had
deduced to fucking him.  The kid had a look in his eyes as if he were
seeing stars.

 Immediately I found my place and kneeled over him so that he could suck my
dick.  First he took my balls in his mouth, sucking and licking as if they
were ice cream.  I found his dick and started to jerk him off.  Feeling
that Frankie was now picking up the pace, so did my hand, and so did Matt's
mouth

 Frankie was now practically riding his loosened ass, Matt kept moaning and
Frankie was sucking oh his chin's.  I jerked harder and faster feeling the
pleasure rise up in me as it shot up my back and cum shot all over Matt's
lips, face and mouth in general.  Frankie continued to ride him and I went
down for something more sensual.  Though he were splattered with my cum I
kissed him regardless.  My cum being on both of our mouths I first licked
Matt's nipples before going for his dick.  As I began to suck his cock
Frankie gave him a few more quick slams before he tensed up and started
shaking.  Since I could not see it, I could only imagine his thick cock
pulsating inside of Matt's ass as it spewed cum inside of him.

 Then as if it were a script that were preplanned, Matt thrust forward into
my mouth and the new familiar taste of cum had taken over everything as he
shot into my throat.  I got up off of him and he still had his eyes closed.

 I laid down next to him, with my head on his shoulder and Frankie pulled
out to lay on his other side.  We fell asleep in this pattern, the three of
us naked and intertwined.  I would wake up throughout the night to feel and
hand on my soft dick, or on my hard nipples, or my own hand exploring
something while my body slept.

 It had been a great night, and though I was not emotionally attached to
either of them except for Frankie, it felt so great to cuddle with other
guys.

 Regardless, my search would continue for something more then just sex.