Date: Sat, 22 Dec 2001 02:15:33 +0000
From: Davey R <chunkblossom@hotmail.com>
Subject: malibu-beach-house-3

This is a fantasy story and involves fantasy versions of each of the
celebrities involved. It doesn't imply anything about their real-life
sexuality.

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On Craig's first night in Hollywood, he spotted a boy in a nightclub, and
couldn't take his eyes off him for fear of losing him back into the crowd.
Craig was talking, yelling, to his friends at the time, and trying all the
while not to let them see what he was looking at, because he didn't want
them seeing him too, didn't want them to know.
The guy was so good-looking, had such confidence. Craig caught glimpses of
his face when it flashed between the heads of other people. He thought he
looked familiar, that maybe he was someone he knew, but couldn't place him.
He reminded him of a lot of guys, the kind of athletic, cute-as-fuck guys
he'd lusted painfully after in high school, so maybe it was just because the
feeling was familiar that Craig thought the guy was too.
His body appeared now and then in the gaps between those around him. He was
wearing something tight over his upper body, an iridescent blue through
which Craig alternately saw the contours of his chest and the bumps of his
tight stomach. His arms were exposed too, they were broad and robust, a
bicep jutting there as he held his drink. The other arm holding casually on
to the pocket of his jeans with one thumb, natural but like a pose. A guy
like that probably looked like he was posing even when he wasn't. His legs
were swaying gently to the beat, his cute pert butt moving softly but
sensuously, patches of his legs visible through his torn jeans. Man, he was
sexy.
He kept flickering in the crowd like bad reception on a TV, so that Craig
only ever saw one part of him at a time and had to put the pieces together
in his mind.
Craig's friends noticing him craning his head, jaw dropping steadily without
his even knowing it.
"What?" he said, "Oh, nothing", and forcefully turned his attention back to
their conversation, though he had lost track of it far too long ago for any
of it to make sense to him now.
He peered over from the corner of his eye. He realised why the guy was
always obscured by crowd. It was the because the crowd was his, it was with
him, it was his group.
I'm not surprised they all want to be around him, Craig thought jealously.
All those girls and guys. Probably each and every one of them wants to get
him alone.
Fuck, the things you could do alone with a guy like that.
Craig shook his head at his dizzy fantasising. He wasn't so bad-looking
himself, by normal standards. It was just that normal standards didn't mean
much here. He was about the same height and a similar build to that guy, but
he wasn't as toned and tight. He was, he guessed, around the same age,
twenty-one. His hair was a dark brown, and was cut fairly short, but not as
short as the blonde guy's buzz cut, very short hair that made the guy look
like an unusually pretty thug.
No way could Craig ever get that little stud to himself. He took another
swig of his beer, reflecting bitterly that the boy was untouchable. He
obviously had the pick of the people here, and whether he liked girls or
guys, there were hordes of both here far closer to being in his league.

Even with all the drink, Craig found it difficult to pee when he went to the
bathroom. His dick was chubby and unwilling to give it up. Loaded with piss,
his dick nevertheless wanted to cum.
He used a cubicle and the results were a mess. He missed the fucking bowl
and added to the puddle on the floor. As he held his cock he kneaded it up
and down in his hand, started hoping that maybe as the night wore on that
guy would get sweaty, or get drink spilled on him, or even, damn it, just
want to show everyone his body and take his top off.
Craig forced himself to stop jerking his dick. Shouldn't waste cum. He might
find another boy here like the one he wanted. Might find someone he could
pretend was that guy. Some cute dumb boy with cool clothes and no body hair.

Chubby dick tucked back under his zipper, he wandered back into the club. It
was a big place, and he hadn't considered that it'd be difficult to find his
way back. His first thought was to locate that guy, second, his friends.
Oh yeah, there was the guy. Some girl was feeling his abs and he was
smirking proudly.
"DON'T STARE" yelled a voice in his ear, and he swung around in shock to
punch or push at them, before realising it was just one his friends, and
that he'd found himself back in the same spot he'd left. Close to a rail by
the dancefloor.
So he was caught. Well, he'd try to play it down. "That guy looks familiar"
he mouthed as Chris handed him back his drink. He gestured towards him
furtively with his head, though he suspected that the sexy guy was incapable
of noticing him anyway.
"No shit" Chris mouthed with a disbelieving expression on his face, and then
rapidly explained who he was. Too rapidly, because Craig only heard the end
of it. "...the hottest pussy in showbiz!"
Craig blinked. Chris was straight, so he couldn't have been saying what
Craig thought. He shook his head to show he hadn't understood, and cupped
his ear. Chris leaned closer.
"I SAID HE'S ONLY THE GUY WHO FIRST IN LINE FOR THE HOTTEST PUSSY IN
SHOWBIZ!"
That figures, thought Craig, though he didn't know who Chris might mean.
"HE'S BRITNEY SPEARS' BOYFRIEND"

Oh, fuck! Craig's stomach lurched in violent excitement and he could feel a
sudden surging of adrenaline right through him. How could he not have
recognised him? Justin Timberlake, of course it was...

JustinTimberlakeJustinTimberlakeJustinTimberlake pounding in his skull,
seeing in his mind a bunch of music videos and magazines covers. That was
JustinTimberlake why he hadn't JustinTimberlake realised, it was
JustinTimberlake because it was someone who was familiar but who he'd never
seen JustinTimberlake in the JustinTimberlake flesh before...
Yeah, in the flesh, and in the meat, and in a place where you could smell
the sweat on his body if you got close enough, and where you could touch
your fingertips to his neck, to his throat and feel it's vibration when he
spoke, when he sang in that raspy voice. That voice, kind of obnoxious, but
so goddamn arousing because of it...
He turned to look at him, despite Chris's jokingly reminding him to "BE
NONCHALANT" - a difficult word to mime - "ONLY TOURISTS STARE AT
CELEBRITIES".

Still, Craig felt alive with sweaty, fantasy-come-true excitement as he saw
Justin putting his drink down and stepping onto the dancefloor. Craig acted
more drunk than he was, pretended to look nowhere in particular as he
studied Justin's movements, as he saw his body in its fullness for the first
time, saw the torso beneath the tightly clingy silk vest. It was studded in
two parallel lines with baby blue rhinestones, like something he'd wear to
perform. Maybe it WAS something he wore to perform. His jeans were tight
around his swaying hips, and there was a tear in them tantalisingly close to
his perfect ass.
'Oh God, I want you, I want you so much', Craig croaked at the back of his
throat, because it didn't seem enough just to think it. And of course Justin
Timberlake didn't notice him at all. He was dancing now, strutting his
stuff, completely sure of himself, nothing to worry about. Others were
taking their cue from him, he was exerting this silent control over them.
His hands were busy, all over the people around him, male or female,
gripping their arms for purchase. He was dancing with some girls, and then,
laughing, with some beautiful blonde boy who might have been a soap star,
and then he leaned back against some older man, big, maybe a bodyguard, but
he leant back against him so that his upper back was pressed against the
guy's big chest, and he tipped back his head, resting it against the guy's
shoulder. He raised an arm, a bare arm up and behind the guys head, so that
he seemed to be holding the guy close to him like a lover. He was laughing
and drunk, and then it was over and he was dancing with a girl again, but
all Craig could see for the rest of that night was Justin Timberlake draping
his hot young body against that big strong guy's. His butt, that firm ass of
his must have been pushed against the guy's dick.
Did he want that guy to reach out and keep him there?

Time passed, nothing else happened. A boy who vaguely resembled Justin
Timberlake did not materialise, and Craig would have been too busy drooling
to speak to him if he had. His heart was thudding as he left the club.

And then, outside in the air, stumbling from a crowd, he found himself only
a couple of feet away from the guy himself, just about to get into a car.

And Craig made a sound, a gasping horny exclamation. Justin was distracted
from his conversation, and turned to look at him.

Justin's eyes were looking into his and he was paralysed. This was the
closest he'd ever come to him.

"Fuck you" said Justin angrily, and turned away from him again.

All the way home, and while everyone else chattered away and, one by one,
left the cab when it came to their homes, Craig sat looking out of the
window and seeing only that sexy guy. A guy who made his living, made a
fortune, just out of being sexy. A guy who he could never ever have, and
that was why it was the biggest turn-on in the world just to imagine
breaking reality and taking him.
Oh man, he could still see his chest beneath that blue silk. He could
imagine the feel of the cool silk between his fingers and then the warmth of
that boy's breast underneath. He imagined what it felt like for that lucky
man who'd had Justin's body crammed up against his. Fuck, did he wish it had
been him.

Craig was staying for this vacation with his cousin Jack, a movie executive,
and was not surprised to see he wasn't home yet. Jack wasn't an early-to-bed
kind of person. Unless it was early to bed with two rent boys and a shitload
of lubricant.
Craig poured another drink from his cousin's extensive collection and sat
down, staring at the wall.
It was an hour later when Jack came through the door, 3am. Craig was still
sitting there, holding an empty glass but too tired and wasted now to get up
and refill it. When Jack asked him about his evening, he just babbled lazily
about how much he wanted Justin Timberlake, this guy from a boy band, and
not even caring that he sounded like some hormone-swamped teenage girl or
something, because this was a real boy whose body had been so close to his
own.
Boring his cousin, he supposed, going on about what he'd been wearing and
how he'd wrapped his arm around that lucky guy, wish I could have been that
guy and put my hands around his waist, and felt slowly round its firmness to
the front, you know, to his... abdomen..., and the word 'abdomen' didn't
seem good enough, didn't seem to express how the musculature of his stomach
pointed down, descended down, down into his jeans and his briefs  ... Craig
pictured them SO brief, barely even covering the hair ... and how it all led
the eye, and the eager hands, down to his dick and his balls, and imagine
reaching around for them and holding them in your hands, and him letting
you, letting you hold them like you owned them, and... and...
He sank into sleep on the couch. Last thing he remembered was asking Jack if
he'd ever made it with a celebrity. He didn't remember an answer.

He woke in the morning, earlier than he would have liked, because he'd made
plans when he was sober and you always underestimate hangovers when you're
sober. Justin was still on his mind, and though he hadn't actually dreamt
about him, the image of him had lingered in his head and was still there.
In spite of everything, he really, really wanted to cum. He could feel the
hot itch in his balls and the neck of his cock, could imagine how blissfully
it would pour, pour and pour from him if he reached down there and teased it
out...
But he was still on the couch and there wasn't time. He had to go shower,
dress and meet his friends. It would have to wait.

He got in early that evening, planning just to change and go back out. He
was only in town for a couple of days, and wanted to cram in as much fun as
he could.
But Jack grabbed him on the way in and said, "Hey, kid, thought you weren't
gonna make it back in time. You wanna come with me to a party?"
"Yeah, sure", he said, not hesitating because a party with movie people was
sure to be memorable. He told Jack he'd call his friends to let them know he
wouldn't be joining them that night, but Jack stopped him.
"I wouldn't bother" he said, "They'll just ask if they can come too, and
believe me, I've spent half my day making all the phone calls it took just
to get you in there"
"Really? Thanks! Sounds like a cool party"
"Oh it is, Craig" he smiled. "And one of the conditions of you coming is
that you can never discuss it with anyone. I mean that".
"Er... okay" he replied, a little freaked out. "Why?"
"You'll see. But it's nothing to worry about"
"Not a gathering of scientologists then?" he joked.
"Oh no" he smiled. "Hurry up, Craig, go get ready".

They drove out to a beach house in Malibu, arriving just as the sun was
setting. All the way there Jack played NSync songs on his car CD player,
Craig guessed for a joke after last night. The only thing he said on the way
was "Just try to act like you're meant to be there. We aren't usually
allowed to bring people from outside the biz to these things, so I promised
the organisers that you'd blend in"
"Okay" Craig nodded, quite liking the idea of this challenge.

He was intimidated when he went in. The place was huge and there were quite
a few people there, most of them virtually dripping with money and power.
But he kept his head up, looked that back in the eye, equalling the
arrogance of their stares, and went to the bar for a beer.
People were taking around him, he didn't really understand what about.
He swigged his beer. Maybe coming here hadn't been that good an idea after
all.

Then.

Justin.

His heart stopped. He barely caught his breath.
Justin Timberlake was there, Justin Timberlake again. Like lightning
striking twice. His stomach almost vaporised with excitement as he saw him.
And then again, as he saw that Justin was looking at him, looking directly
at him through the crowd, and he was smirking sexily. Jack was whispering
something into Justin's ear, and he was gesturing this way, over here, at
Craig. He patted Justin on the shoulder, saying something about his clothes.
The same clothes as last night. Had Jack arranged somehow...? his thoughts
were whirling... Jack had got him to wear those same clothes that Craig had
been talking about last night. Jack had...
And then there was no time to think, or ask questions, because Justin was
walking between people and toward him, walking directly and confidently
toward him, Justin Timberlake's body coming closer to his own, Justin's eyes
looking into his.
And then he was there. Justin Timberlake's face right in front of his, and
it was so sexy, and he said quietly, almost in a whisper so that it was
private and meant just for him, "Hi Craig". His face came even closer and
then, oh yeah, and then his soft lips were touching Craig's and he was
slowly opening his mouth, rolling his tongue slowly, and Justin wasn't
kissing Craig, he was inviting Craig to kiss him. Craig felt like he was
soaring, like it was the whole room that was throbbing, and his cock felt
huger and harder than it ever had before in his life. His tongue reached out
and touched Justin's, Justin's tongue against his, and then he found his
tongue slipping into Justin's mouth, and felt Justin's arms wrapped around
him and drawing him in closer, so that his stomach and chest were pressed
against this hot boy's, and he was deep inside Justin's gorgeous mouth now,
lapping away at it greedily, his mouth so wet and warm, so fucking pliant
and welcoming. He could taste vodka and cherry, he could feel those studded
rhinestones pressing through their clothes against his own chest, Justin's
head tipping back and him cupping one hand around the back of Justin's head,
the other hand sliding over his muscular arm and round to his back. Justin
took hold of his hands as he kissed him, took hold of them and guided them
round him, guiding them to his buttocks, and Craig was caressing Justin's
buttocks through denim, oh yeah, they were so firm... there were people in
this room, loads of them, he didn't give a fuck... and he moved his hands
over the denim and stuck them in beneath the waistband, inside Justin's
tight jeans. His fingers and the palms of his hands felt at the warmth of
Justin's bare, smooth buttocks beneath his jeans... oh, man, he couldn't
help himself, he was reaching round the front now, unbuckling and unzipping
Justin's jeans, yanking them open at the fly...
Justin pulled back for a moment, "Come on, Craig, have me, come on, it's all
yours, I'm yours", and then he was back in Justin's mouth again, back in a
gorgeous place he never wanted to leave.
He was pulling at the waistband of the jeans, tugging them down, they were
so tight, shifting slowly as he slid them down over Justin's hips. He had to
leave the mouth for a moment, but when he did he saw that face again, that
inviting gorgeous youthful face. He was bending forward to pull those jeans
down, could see Justin's small black briefs and firm thighs. Justin helped
him, kicking his shoes off, reaching down and pulling his jeans right off,
dumping them in the floor, his legs and feet bare. Craig reached out lustily
to put his hands against those tight briefs that were just like he imagined,
feeling at the thin layer between his hands and Justin's butt and his
genitals. He cupped his hand around Justin's ball and dick, oh yeah that
felt so good, Justin's big dick nestled in those briefs, and his hand
against it.
Justin started unbuttoning Craig's shirt, and Craig impatiently tore it
right open, buttons popping and scattering onto the floor. He pulled it off
and threw it away. Justin sank slowly to his knees, kissing at Craig's
chest, and then at his stomach, that tongue and those lips moving so slowly
down the front of his torso, and then this fantastic stud on his knees
before him, opening Craig's flies and unleashing his huge throbbing cock.
Justin Timberlake pulling down Craig's pants and smelling his balls,
pressing his nose against them, inhaling deeply and gasping with guttural
satisfaction. "Oh yeah, look at this cock you have" Justin whispered,
licking repeatedly at the thick shaft like it was a popsicle, teasing Craig
by licking at it and then taking that gorgeous tongue away again. Bringing
it back and taking it away, and never taking his tongue right up to the
head. Then he craned his neck and rubbed his face over Craig's cock, one
side of his face and then the other, so that bit by bit he could feel every
part of Justin's pretty face, Justin jerking him off with just his beautiful
face, Justin's nose, chin, cheeks, forehead, all of it, and then Justin
tipping his head forward, so that his hair brushed at Craig's dick, Justin
lolling his head from side to side like he was under a shower spray. But all
that was pouring onto him was a flood of salty precum, which he wiped from
his face and his hair with his hands and which he then wiped from his hands
with his tongue. Oh yeah, that was Craig's precum in Justin's mouth. "Oh
God, yes!" Craig panted, "Oh fuck! Yes!", and the orgasm welling up in him
came from deep inside, tearing up his insides and consuming every part of
him with fantastic, gorgeous pleasure, Justin's face - Jesus, that face -
jerking his dick off as this enormous orgasm welled up, oh God, yes...
And he flung his hands out and grabbed Justin's ears, yanking that mouth
right at his cock, pushing his cock between those lips as he felt the orgasm
spreading up the neck of his cock. Oh yeah, and bucking, convulsing, he
thrust and thrust so that his cock penetrated deep into Justin's mouth, went
right into his throat, and Justin's eyes closed in pleasure as at last the
heat and the ecstasy burst out of him and he felt his insides expel all the
heat and lust that Justin had stirred in him last night, pour it all out
into the only place it could go - into the body of the gorgeous, fantastic
unbelievable hunk who had created it. This hunk on his knees, taking it all.
He saw Justin's massive hard dick bursting out of his tiny briefs as he
swallowed and swallowed all that hot cum inside that body of his, Craig's
cum deep inside that hot, sexy body. The head of his cock throbbed, the tip
of his dick absolutely burning with desire as the cum continued to pour, his
cock thrusting and thrusting, wanting to keep this sensation alive forever,
his cock stiff and tingling in Justin Timberlake's mouth long after his seed
had stopped pouring.
"Oh... fuck, Justin, yeah..." he gasped, sinking to the floor with Justin,
taking his face in his hands and kissing deeply into his mouth, wrapping his
legs around him to keep him close, sliding his hands beneath Justin's sexy
top and feeling at the contours of that body, Justin's nipples like hard
little pebbles. He was against Justin's back now, as they both lay on their
sides, and reached around for Justin's enormous erection, wrapping both
hands around it savouring its heat, tugging at it, jerking it off. Justin's
big arms reaching out behind him and holding Craig against him, head tipped
back against Craig's shoulder, surrendering to Craig's hands as they jacked
him off. "Oh yeah... oh yeah, keep going, keep going..." Justin panted,
clutching harder at Craig as he yanked at his huge cock, Justin's hands
losing their grip as his body shuddered and he started to come, spilling his
cum onto the polished floor.
Craig kept hold of Justin's throbbing dick, holding on to its satisfying
heat until all the cum ebbed away and it slowly became flaccid. His own cock
felt eager to cum again, though his balls ached emptily.
He felt a hand on his shoulder.
"Another drink, Craig?"
It was Jack, smiling down at him. He noticed now, only now, that everyone in
the room had been watching, and couldn't help grinning back at them.
"Sure" he said.
Before getting up, he took hold of Justin's briefs, which were around his
knees, and slid them off his legs. Then he got into them himself, and went
with Jack to sit on a stool at that bar.
Fuck! Had that just happened?
"God, Jack, thanks. Thanks, that was sooo great..." he enthused breathlessly
as he unsteadily held his bottle of Absolut, still grinning like a idiot
because it reminded him of holding onto Justin's cock. "But how'd you...
how'd..."
"The price he paid to get into this business" Jack said simply. "And the
price he pays to stay in it. Believe me, even at this point in his career...
well, we have the influence to determine which boy bands come, and which go.
And he's angling to get into the movies once he's too old for jumping
around".
Craig turned his head to see where he was, not wanting to let him out of his
sight.

What he saw was Justin, on his knees again, and with another cock in his
mouth, and a pair of hands holding his head and pushing it up and down
against the length of the cock. A pair of hands belonging to Eminem, who
hated those prettyboys who peddled this dumb crap but, damn, wanted them so
fucking much too. He had a look on his face of solemn, desperate pleasure,
completely intense, completely consumed by the absolute, hot, furious joy of
seeing and feeling this fantastic younger guy taking his whole cock down his
throat. "Oh yeah, kid, oh yeah, take it all, oh fuck yeah, you know what
you're doing, fuck yeah...", his voice deeper than usual, and taking big
gulps of air because this pleasure was making him short of breath. Justin's
hands were flat against Eminem's stomach, and sliding round his waist to
draw him closer. And then another pair of arms wrapped themselves around
Eminem from behind, huge strong naked arms that belonged to Mark Wahlberg,
who was kissing at Eminem's neck from behind, Mark Wahlberg whose massive
cock Eminem had never been able to resist. Eminem - Jack was whispering
conspiratorially to Craig - was obsessed with Mark's cock, took it up him
every chance he got, took it up him and fucking squealed as it pumped
against his prostate and filled him entirely. He was doing it now, and
cumming repeatedly into Justin's mouth, until Mark dragged Eminem away and
sat down a chair, keeping Eminem on top of him, piercing him completely and
energetically as Eminem sat on his cock and let it force its way up through
him. "Uhhhh yeah, I love your cock, man... yeah..."
"I know you do, you closet case bitch" Mark grunted, squeezing the guy's
body against his as Eminem's arms lay spread, numb and helpless, while his
stomach tightened as his throat spluttered, the inside of him speared into
submission by Mark's great thrusting sword. Tears streamed down his face as
the cock eased deep, deep into him, and Mark chanted "bitch... bitch...
bitch" into his ear with each thrust, Eminem's eyes closing, his entire body
sweating as he abandoned himself to this humiliation, let the entire room
see him skewered by Marky Mark, just like he'd fantasised in his sweaty
sheets as a teenager. One of the guys, who Craig knew as a friend of Jack's,
had stripped off and he was straddling Eminem, taking advantage because
they'd sank back in the chair, straddling Eminem and jacking off over his
body, the guy so turned on that he came almost immediately, spurting over
Eminem's chest and smearing the cum all over it, and over his throat.
"Uggghhh! UUNNNGH! Oh please yesyesYES!" Eminem screamed, writhing when
Mark's massive load shot up him, shot up so far onto his asshole that he
thought he could feel it splattering up from his throat, and Mark crushed
him against his huge chest in satisfaction, the guy climbing off just before
Mark let Eminem go, and Eminem collapsed to the floor. He lay there on all
fours, panting with satisfaction and feeling at the sore rim of his asshole.
A couple of the other party guests were already unzipping their own pants
and gathering round to get their cocks up Eminem.

"Now you, Justin" Mark instructed, opening his legs and arms out wide and
beckoning for Justin to come forward and get the same treatment.
Justin approached him excitedly, taking hold of Mark's dick as he approached
him, amazed that it had became so hard again so soon, and then, slipping off
his silky vest, he turned round and allowed Mark's hands to take hold of his
waist, take hold and draw him down. Craig watched Justin's perfect ass being
lowered onto Mark's cock, watching as the big cock head nudged its way
between the buttocks, and Justin trembled at the first touch of it, Mark
grinning as he did so. Mark's strong arms reaching underneath Justin's and
wrapping around his chest, until Justin Timberlake lay there on top of Mark
Wahlberg, one fantastic body upon another, Justin's gorgeous face contorted,
his teeth gritted, as the huge cock pushed further, the head right between
his buttocks now...
Justin let out a wailing gasp as the penis entered him, made its way into
the hole and penetrated him, so deeply.
Oh yes, it was better than anything Craig had dreamed, this sight, and he
had to be there again, to feel that body again, so he jumped from the stool
and went over to them, taking off Justin's briefs and releasing his rock
solid cock. He had his drink in his hand still, and he poured it onto
Justin's chest and his rippling abs, smearing it on him and climbing over
him to lick it all off, and to feel the contours of that body against his
tongue, tasting the sweat beneath the alcohol, Justin Timberlake's body to
feel and to taste. Justin gasping and convulsing as Mark fucked him, opening
his mouth wide for Craig to kiss him, Craig's tongue inside Justin's mouth
again, Justin tasting now of vodka and cherry and of the guys whose seed
he'd swallowed, the hot feeling and wetness of his panting breath. Craig
sucked at Justin's lower lip and at his chin, and then at his thick neck,
his neck was so thick, and he licked and sucked at it all over, and felt it
vibrate with Justin's moans, he FELT Justin's voice against his tongue as
Mark fucked him into orgasm.

And when Mark was done Craig went down to the floor with Justin, Justin
lying in his back, and Craig kissed his ankles and his legs, worshipping
every part of this naked perfect boy, this boy who was perfect and was
surrendering to his lust - oh God, yeah, he kissed at that thick neck of his
again, he licked his face up and down. And he took hold of Justin's thighs
and pushed them apart, opened up his legs. Justin raised them, up off the
floor, raised them and spread them and invited Craig to take him up the
asshole.
Craig lifted the strong legs up over his shoulders, reaching out and taking
a cushion from a sofa so he could wedge it beneath Justin's ass. Then he
looked it him. He looked at him, stared at him, at this body he wanted so
much, and he felt absolutely overcome with bliss, with sheer animal
satisfaction. And then he thrust forward and forced himself inside the hot,
sexy slut boy, his cock enveloped by the heat of Justin Timberlake's
asshole, thrusting into him like he wanted to break right through him,
turned on more and more and more by the sight of Justin's face as he took
the dick up him. "Oh yeah Justin, you hot FUCKER! YES!" he was yelling,
yelling at the top of his lungs so that everyone could hear him. And Justin
gasped and grunted, his eyes turning bleary as Craig cocked him, cocked him
furiously with all the strength he had, and held back the raging cum for as
long as he could until finally it left him once again, and he bucked wildly,
his cum coursing into his bitch, into this pinup stud, flowing into him and
claiming him, everything that was in Craig was in his cum, and his cum was
inside the body of Justin Timberlake, Craig's cum against his insides, and
beside them on the floor two men fucking Eminem in the mouth and the ass,
but here beneath him, Justin soaked with sweat, bleary eyed, dizzily
whispering Craig's name over and over as Craig's cock pulled out of Justin
Timberlake's asshole with a dirty, dirty...
dirty pop.