Date: Thu, 14 May 2009 17:34:25 -0700 (PDT)
From: Hard Boi <h_boi@rocketmail.com>
Subject: Justin Solo Fun

This story is a work of fiction. It contains scenes that
involve masturbation and gay fantasy and if this offends
you, or if you are underage, or prohibited by law from
viewing such material, leave now.

Nothing in this story should be taken to imply that Justin Timberlake
is gay or that the events portrayed are in any
way real or based on knowledge of actual events or
people. It is a work of pure fiction.

I have no personal knowledge about his private life.

Justin stood shirtless before the full-length mirror in
his bedroom. It was yet another fruitless search for
excess weight. Of course he enjoyed having a beautiful
body but he was also very conscious of his reputation as
a sex symbol. As a gay acquaintance had said to him a few
days before 'If every gay guy in the country is going to
wank over your pictures you have a duty to look good.'
Justin smiled at this prospect. He had always been
intensely flattered that so many men found him attractive
and was not above flaunting his body before them.

'Yeah, I look good.' he thought to himself as his hands
wandered involuntarily down the centre of his cool
skinned chest, across his abdominals and then around his
waist. As ever he loved to be shirtless. For as long as
he could remember he had enjoyed the feeling of air on
his body and seldom, if ever, wore anything above the
waist when he was alone. Any caller would find him
opening the door shirtless! He looked down over his flat
stomach, and then down to the black tracksuit
bottoms that hung low over his hips leaving the top of his
pubic hair exposed. The hair seemed to be thickening nowadays.
His fingers played with the softly curling hair and he smiled
to himself.

His right hand wandered across his chest, across the
smooth skin, before finding his left nipple. As it made
contact he felt that familiar buzz of electricity run
through him. His nipples had always been particularly
sensitive and this morning his touch seemed to have an
even greater effect than usual. The flesh hardened almost
immediately and he started to run his fingertips lightly
across its rigidity before taking it between thumb and
finger and squeezing it gently. In the mirror he saw his
eyes half close and his lips part and in response he
started to squeeze both nipples harder and harder. He let
out an audible wince now, his lips parting and his eyes
almost closing. This was strange but so good. He stood
there looking at his reflection, pushing himself to the
edge of pain and then a little further. 'Fuck me! This is
a fucking turn-on!' he muttered to himself and applied
even more pressure. And for the fleetest moment an image
flashed before his eyes. An image of a man's mouth at his
nipple, teeth gently nibbling and tongue teasing with
light flicking motions.

'Hell! I need a wank now' he thought, reluctantly moving
his fingers away from his nipples and running them over
his abs and towards the ever growing bulge under the
tracksuit bottoms. His hands met the mound of hard flesh
and he squeezed it firmly and lovingly. He truly did love
his cock; he loved its beauty and size, and above all the
intense pleasure that it gave him each time it was
touched or licked, and every time it exploded sending out
volcanic flows of cum. He gripped the waistband of the
trackies and pulled them down over his fit muscular blond
haired legs and finally kicked them off. He stood before
the mirror in just a pair of white CKs that bulged
obscenely.

'Now I know those gay guys would like to see this!' he
thought as his eyes wandered over the shape of his
erection in the tight confines of the briefs. The sight
of his hard cock in CKs had always fascinated him,
especially the way in which every contour, every detail
of his meat seemed to show through the cotton as it
moulded around him. He could make out the precise shape
of his head and the thick pronounced veins that ran the
length of his shaft. His fingers teased along the length
and again he felt that electric buzz as his cock lurched
at his touch. And in his mind a man's fingers grazed the
shape of his cock head gently.

He looked on down at the long toned legs that had surely
never been fitter. The muscle definition in his thighs
and calves was so pronounced and the long silky dark
blond hairs seemed thicker than they had just a few weeks
before. He ran his hands firmly across his thighs and up
across the bulge again.

'I wonder what those gay guys would do with this?' he
asked himself. 'Mmmm give me a blowjob... fuck! I'd love
some lips round that now. Bet there'd be so many men
out there who would like to give me some fucking head.
bet they'd be better at it than a woman as well.' Again
an image flashed through his mind, this time of a good
looking, and somehow familiar man on his knees licking at
the fabric of the CKs, making them wet with his saliva.
His fingers closed around the head of his cock and
massaged it as his other hand returned to his right
nipple.

'Fuck! My cock feels really hard! Uuhhhh' He felt almost
a sense of guilt at giving his own body such pleasure as
he felt another throb as the ever increasing firmness of
his nipple tweaking transmitted messages of lust through
to the very tip of his manhood. The fabric of the CKs
visibly stretched. 'Mmmmm. feeling so fucking horny!'

His mind started to concentrate fully on satisfying his
desire as he raised his right hand behind his head and
his fingers traced across from his nipple and into his
gently furred armpit where they started to trace circles
in the warm moistness. The flesh in there was so super-
sensitive and he yearned for a tongue to explore and for
teeth to tug gently. For a moment he longed to be lying
with his hands behind his head as he saw a man
administering to him. A man - That man again! Again a
surge of blood pumped along his shaft and he felt the
jolt through the tips of his fingers.

'Hell. My cock feels so fucking good. Oh God!!!' he
stared at the image of his wildly tenting CKs and started
to rub the length of his cock with the heal of his hand,
applying more and more pressure as he did so. That was
something that he loved to do so much, feeling power and
weight and force pressing into his hardness and making
the skin on his cock stretch and flex. He bent his hand
right back and pushed the inside of his wrist as hard as
he possibly good against his throbbing glans then started
to move it in tight firm circling motions against his
rock hard belly. 'Awwww fuck! Mmmmmmmm' he sighed loudly
now as his other hand massaged hard into his pit. And as
he did this he watched the passion in his face as his
eyes screwed and his lips moistened with saliva.

And there was moisture elsewhere. He could feel moisture
now through the fabric of his CKs and looked down at the
reflection to see an ever-growing wet patch where his
sweet precum was starting to ooze from his cock slit. His
fingers closed around his cotton-encased cockhead and
milked the reservoir of pre-cum out into the absorbent
fabric. He applied an intense pressure in short pulses
that sent his senses reeling. Now, without thinking he
moved forward rubbing his bulging CKs against the mirror,
humping his cock against it's own reflection and leaving
a sticky smear on the otherwise sparkling glass. There
was something incredibly hot about this, something he had
never done before. Without realising what he was doing
his entire body was flattening against the glass so that
the coolness of the glass became steamed by the light
sheen of sweat on his chest as it made contact. He
started to make sliding fucking motions against the
mirror, up and down, side to side feeling the cold glass
against his warm sweat as his eyes watched themselves
half close and well up with lust. Behind him, across the
room, another mirror was filled with the image of his
broad tattooed back, solid hairy thigh backs and tight
CKs clad ass moving in perfect unison - up and
down.

'Oh God! Wish the gay guys could see this,' and he knew
that he meant it! In his mind he could see, for a second,
a good-looking man watching and wanking and waiting.

Slowly he stepped away from the now sweat streaked mirror
and looked at the enormous wet patch that now contrasted
so darkly with the pure white of the Calvins. His hand
now rubbed across the hair on his stomach and then
started to worm its way beneath his waistband where the
tip of his cock was only millimetres away. He craved the
touch of fingers on his head, feeling the reservoir of
pre-cum that was filling his deep slit yet again. Suddenly
his fingers entered the hot and by now sweaty confines of
the briefs and he let lose a low guttural moan then bit
his lip as he touched the exposed flesh of his head. He
drove a finger against his slit feeling the precum
welling up from deep inside his body. For once his
perfectly toned legs seemed inadequate to support him,
the pronounced muscles of his thighs seemed to buckle and
as his fingers enclosed his knob he collapsed backwards
onto his huge bed. The bed supported his back but his
ass almost toppled off the edge with his legs splayed
long and wide. He tensed every sinew in his body and
arched his back in order to increase the power of the
feelings rushing through his body.

His hand was now buried firmly in the CKs and his fingers
enveloped the thickness of his cock feeling the throbbing
veins. Again he imagined those gay guys who fantasised
about his cock. He wanted to show it to them - to prove
that all of their fantasies were well founded. He was
indeed a hugely well-endowed man. 'Oh Fuck!
- They'd fucking cream if they could see this. I'd love
to fucking show them this.Look guys.. eight and a half fat
fucking inches! Want to lick this fucker? Get your
fucking tongue on this monster!' Suddenly he realised
what he was saying, and saying out loud - and his cock
hardened even more!

Within the CKs he started to wank himself firmly soaking
the fabric with more and more precum and sliding his ass
firmly against the edge of the bed. He had never
experienced such intense feelings during masturbation and
more and more his mind was filled with images of people -
men. A man licking his moist patch of pre-cum, a man
licking into his armpit, a man circling his nipples with
his tongue and a man pulling out his cock closing his
lips firmly around it and pushing a hard tongue into his
slit.

'Awwwwww fuckkkkk..!' He pushed his other hand under the
elastic of his CKs and this one explored further, feeling
his large full heavy balls and the thick dark blond bush
of his pubic hair. Down it travelled until his middle
finger delved into the channel between his cheeks and
against the tight puckered rim of his hole.
'Aaaaaaaaaahhhhhh!' he almost cried with the intensity of
the feelings running through him as his finger rubbed the
rim first so gently and then with ever increasing
urgency. He pulled back the elastic of the CKs so that
his cock head slid against the silky hair of his trail
and though his eyes were wide open another image flashed
through his imagination. This time a man was licking
passionately against his arse, running his tongue into
the moist heat of his inner body. With this thought Justin
lunged his middle finger into his own body - not
tentatively as he had a million times before but in a
determined and intended lunging fucking motion. Having
his arse filled during the act of sex had always seemed
to utterly natural to him - maybe because there seemed to
be some wild demanding g-spot in there that other men
either didn't have or were afraid to admit to.


'Uuuuuuuuuuuuughhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!'

Now with his oozing cock throbbing in his hand and a
finger fucking against his prostate he knew that he could
barely hold back for another second - nor did he want to.
He wanted to cum more than almost any time that he could
remember. His finger started deep long fucking movements
and as he looked down over his heaving chest and tensed
hair-licked thighs he threw his body into orgasm.

His back arched high as every muscle in his body reacted.
He almost shocked himself as he started to howl like a
fucking beast. He let himself go with such sheer abandon
and animalistic exuberance that his body at one point
lifted entirely off the bed. He announced to the entire
world that he was exploding, that his perfect body was
going to erupt with passion as a long stingingly hot jet
of semen throbbed up his cock and shot from his slit. It
formed a high arc in the air before splashing hard onto
his stubbled chin and dribbled onto his neck. As he
thrashed sweatily on the edge of that bed, his ass
clutching his finger and his throat letting forth loud
grunts of release jet after jet of hot cum fountained
from his body leaving long sticky deposits of his juice
on his torso.

'Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh'' His body collapsed onto the bed
and he breathed heavily and irregularly. While his finger
stayed firmly embedded within his tunnel, his wanking
hand slid across his body smearing the thick copious cum
across his pecs and belly. Greedily, as he had always
done, he licked some of his cum from his fingers. His
other hand stayed firmly in place for it felt so good, so
natural to have his hole filled in that way and again the
image of a man flashed through his mind. This time,
however, it was more than just a perfectly formed body
without an identity. This time it had a face, a
personality, a reality as it rubbed and licked the cum
over his chest. Justin smiled to himself and for the first
time recognised and then spoke to the man who had brought
about such passion.