Date: Sat, 18 Jan 2014 20:30:45 -0800 (PST)
From: Michael Young <mryoung1221@yahoo.com>
Subject: Who Needs Selena

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Justin Drew Bieber sat in his own tears, misery. He had been dumped, and he
didn't know how to live any longer. Jelena had been around for almost a
year, and things were going good. At least that's what he thought. He
didn't know what went wrong, but he loved Selena. He really wanted to spend
the rest of his life with her, but it was obvious that she had other
plans. Justin pressed his back into the softness of his mattress, and he
wailed. He was alone at his house, so he could cry as much as he
wanted. All the public knew was that it was a breakup. They didn't know
about the countless hours Justin spent wallowing in his misery. The tears
fell from his eyes, and he didn't know how to stop them. He wanted love. He
wanted Selena back. He wanted to know what caused them to breakup, but
Selena was holding out on him. Like any girl in a relationship, Selena
wouldn't explain. It was "I'm done with you and we're over" and that's the
only thing she said to Justin. No explanation, reason, or anything like
it. In seven words, an eleven month relationship was over.

With tears running down his face, Justin closed his eyes. He wanted to
think about something else. He wanted to try to imagine something that was
happy moment. He tried, but the only thing that came to his mind was the
first date he and Selena had gone on. He remembered it perfectly, despite
his trying to forget it. Selena had made it perfectly clear that she wanted
to him to forget everything about their relationship. She was moving or had
moved on, and Justin was heartbroken. Justin's eyes opened, and that's when
he realized that the music had stopped. He had all of his tracks from his
next album, but there were two songs that got to him. He knew they got to
him, but he couldn't stop playing them. It was true, there was a reason for
recovery, and he wasn't a heartbreaker. Justin just wanted the love of his
life back, but he wasn't going to get her. Justin had to find a way to move
on, but he didn't know how. The only person he knew how to love was Selena,
and with her out of the picture, it was impossible for him to love anyone
else.

Roller Coaster started through the speakers of the portable docking
station, and Justin rose from the bed. He knew what each and every word
meant, but he didn't have anyone to send him on a Roller Coaster
Adventure. She was gone, and now he was lonely. Lonely overseas and lonely
memories. His live was falling apart without Selena, and he couldn't
explain why. Justin brought his hands to his eyes, and he wiped the tears
away from his eyes. He wasn't a little bitch or a pussy. He was Justin
Bieber, and he could have any girl or guy he pleased. He was a top notch
celebrity, and he was worth well over a hundred million dollars. There were
millions in his back account, and he decided that he was going to spend a
few of them. He didn't care what his finance team had to say about
it. Justin was felling the way fat people felt when they were
bored. Instead of being bored and eating, he was heartbroken and was going
to shop. Justin stood from the bed, and he watched himself on the mirrors
that were placed around his room. He liked to look at himself when he
jerked off.

Justin saw himself in the mirror, and for the first time, he felt sorry for
himself. His face was stained a deep shade of red, and his hair was a
mess. He looked awful, and he knew it. Justin raised his hand to his hair,
and he pushed it done before twirling his fingers through it. He didn't
feel like actually combing it, so throwing it down was enough. Justin
looked at his clothing selection, and he knew he was fine. He wore his
black, grayish leather jeans, and they sagged so hard that half of his ass
was hanging out. Everyone in the general public would be able to see the
black boxer briefs underneath, and that's what Justin was going for. He
wanted to expose his ass a little. He wanted to catch a breeze from the
back end. Justin stared into his face, and he saw the redness to is
eyes. It looked like he had gotten high off of pot or something, but he
knew it was from tears. There was no way to fix his eyes, so he threw on a
black pair of aviators. No one needed to see his eyes, and they didn't need
to know that he had been crying over Selena. He wasn't a bitch. Justin
stepped towards the wooden desk that housed his MacBook, and he threw his
phone into his pocket along with his car keys. It was rare that he ever
went anywhere without his security detail, but today was one of those
days. He didn't feel like calling them up, and he thought they could all
use a break.

In seconds Justin found his way to the black sports car that rested in his
garage. He opened the door, and he quickly fell into the black leather. He
pressed the key into the ignition, and he pushed the garage door open. He
shifted gears, and he pushed the car backwards, into the road. Justin
switched gears again, and he pushed the car though Calabasas. It was a nice
neighborhood, and he couldn't think of a better place to live. Justin
turned a corner, and with him moving at such high speeds, he was on the
highway in minutes. He knew he was going to spend money, but he didn't know
where he was going to go. He didn't know what he didn't have, but none of
that mattered at the time. Justin wanted to blow at least a million, and he
didn't care where he spent it. Time ticked away as Justin sped down the
highway. He was coming into Hollywood. He turned onto Rodeo Drive, and he
saw where he wanted to spend money. Justin slowed, pulled into a parking
spot before getting out. He pulled the keys from the ignition, checked his
wallet, grabbed his cell phone, and he was out of the car.

The sun was shining down onto his body, and he felt the heat cooking him
inside of the leather he wore. He knew it was hot, but he had to uphold his
reputation. He wasn't going to let a little heat bother him. Justin closed
his car door, locked it, and he quickly grabbed the dropped crotch of his
jeans. He was inches past his own crotch, but since the pants sagged so
low, he had to hold them up with something. Justin walked forward. He was
in front of the Versace store. He continued forward, and he stepped into
the air conditioned store. The first thing he saw was the new arrivals
rack, and he immediately started to grab any and everything. He didn't care
if it didn't fit or if he did. Colors weren't an issue either. He just
wanted to spend money. He wanted pleasure in swiping the black platinum
card that was burning a hole inside of his pocket. Justin tore through the
clothing, and he dumped it all into a cart that was beside him. Of course
it was a high end cart, but that didn't matter. Justin stopped away from
the rack, and he gripped the cart. He pulled it outward, and he pushed it
through the door, grabbing, gripping everything that he could. By the time
that he was done, his cart was full, and he ended up getting a second one.

Justin pushed both carts along to the checkout line, and he felt tears
coming to his eyes. He didn't know what it was, but they were just
there. The woman in front of Justin moved along, but Justin didn't
notice. His entire body had frozen, and tears were dripping from his eyes,
hitting the floor. The cashier stared at him with confusion. She knew who
he was, but the way he was frozen was what confused her. Celebrities had
always come in, but never had she seen any of them cry in the middle of
checkout.

"Sir," she tried to call out.

Justin continued to stand still, with a sad look on his face. He was
clueless as to what was happening. The only thing that he could focus on
was Selena. He wanted her back. He didn't care what he had to do, but he
wanted her. Justin finally came out of his trace, but when he did, he ran
out of the store. He left the carts there, and he just ran back into the
summer sun's rays. Justin unlocked his car, and he took the driver's
seat. He pulled the phone from his pocket, and he dialed Selena's number.

One ring. Two rings. Three, then four. The phone continued to ring until
Justin got Selena's voicemail. Justin ended the call, and he pressed his
head into the comfort of his seat. He threw the phone onto the passenger
seat, and he allowed himself to cry. Justin Bieber, international
superstar, was sitting in his car with tears falling from his eyes over a
girl. Justin removed the glasses from his face, and he closed his
eyes. Tears were still falling from them, but he didn't know why. He had
long accepted that he and Selena were done. He was over that when he left
his house, so why was he crying now?

Justin opened his eyes, and he picked up the phone that was in the seat. He
unlocked it, and he moved through his phone before stopping on a picture of
Nolan Funk. Justin stared at the picture, and he couldn't keep his eyes off
the bulge that was inside of the Versace briefs he wore. It finally hit
Justin. He was crying because he didn't know what he wanted. He was telling
his brain he wasn't gay, but his heart was telling him he was. Justin
looked at the image, and he felt something come over him. Justin tried to
look away from the picture, but he couldn't. He continued to stare at the
bulge, and soon, his pants were tented. Justin felt his erection tenting
up, and he knew he couldn't sit still anymore. Paparazzi was everywhere,
and they did not need to know that he had gotten hard over a picture of
Nolan Funk. Justin pulled his keys from his pocket, and he pressed them
into the ignition. In seconds the car started, and he drove towards his
house.

The car pulled into the garage, and Justin quickly ran into his house. He
was throbbing, and he didn't have time to waste. Moving so fast, he left
his phone inside of the car. He had his laptop for jackoff material
though. Justin ran upstairs from the garage, and he stepped through his
living room. He was in the privates of his house, and every window was
covered, so he was good. He could take his time getting upstairs, or he
could settle from the porn that he stashed under the floor boards. Justin
walked around the couch, and he stopped then he saw tips of brown hair
sticking up from the couch. That's when Justin heard it. Now the sounds of
moans, screams were apparent. Justin ran around the couch, ready to battle
whoever had broken into his house, but he stopped when he saw Nolan. He
felt lost for words, not only for his exceptional beauty, but he was
wearing the signature black briefs that he modeled for Versace. Justin felt
his eyes being drawn to the bulge, and he felt drool coming out of his
mouth.

Nolan turned towards Justin, and he smiled. He had snuck into the house the
minute Justin left, and he instantly found Justin's stash of porn. It was
safe to say all guys think the same. Nolan stared at Justin as the drool
came from the younger boy's mouth.

"Damn. Am I that hot," Nolan said letting his hand cup his crotch.

Justin moaned, and he just stopped forward. He was enticed on Nolan's
crotch. That's what he wanted, and he was going to have it. Justin stood
inches away from Nolan's body, and he pulled the red high tops away from
his feet before getting rid of the black jeans. He threw them onto the
floor, and he fell on top of Nolan's body. Nolan had been watching porn,
but he wasn't hard. He was soft. Justin felt the softness of the cock when
he pushed his body downward, and he couldn't help but press his lips to
Nolan's mouth. Justin licked a line across the entrance, and Nolan quickly
opened his mouth. Nolan raised his tongue, and he battled with Justin's for
dominance. Justin let Nolan win, and he allowed the tongue to enter his
mouth.

Nolan's tongue quickly pressed, licked against everything inside of
Justin's mouth. Their tongue, bodies were moving in perfect sync. With his
tongue in Justin's mouth, Nolan let his hands fall to the cloth covered ass
of Justin Bieber. Nolan gripped the muscled ass with a tight, hard grip,
and he felt Justin's body pressing deeper into his. Nolan continued his
attack on Justin's mouth, and he pushed his tongue down Justin's throat. It
was a romantic gesture, and Justin quickly got the picture. The two boys
continued to kiss and grind into each other for minutes. It seemed they
were going to go forever until Justin pulled away from air. Justin stared
into the chocolate eyes of Nolan, and he dropped down to Nolan's
neck. Justin took the soft skin into his mouth, and he kissed and suckled
the skin for what seemed like forever. Justin pulled away when he knew
there was a purple mark on Nolan's skin. Leaving a hickey on Nolan's neck,
Justin continued downward. He kissed his way over the protruding Adam's
apple, and he stopped when he made it to the two pert, hard nipples that
were begging to be sucked, pinched.

Justin kissed the right one first. Two fingers had the left one, pinching
softly but hard. Justin licked across the nipple, and its tenderness sent
pleasure through his body. Nolan still had his hands on Justin's ass, and
that wasn't helping the erection that wanted to tears its way from the
confines of Justin's underwear. Justin sucked the right nipple before
quickly switching. His fingers were now pulling on the right, wet nipple
while his tongue went to work on the left. It was impossible for Nolan to
stifle the moan that tore from his throat. He was horny, and the magic
Justin was working was pleasing him to a point of no return. Nolan felt the
blood rushing to his crotch, and he moaned when he felt it grinding against
Justin's with a much needed friction.

"Su...uuuck me," Nolan moaned.

Justin looked down at the older boy and he smiled. "Thought you'd never
ask."

The nineteen year old singer pulled away from Nolan's nipples, and he
kissed is way down to Nolan's crotch. There was an obvious tent, and Justin
immediately wrapped his hand around the cloth covered erection. He moved
his hand up and down for a while before he dropped his mouth to it. He took
the head into it, and he coated the underwear in a thick layer of
saliva. Nolan's cock was throbbing, and the hot breath of Justin's mouth
wasn't helping. Nolan moved one of his hands away from Justin's ass, and he
brought it to his head. Justin had the head in his mouth, but Nolan quickly
forced more of his covered erection into Justin's mouth.

"Excited there tiger?" Justin asked with a seductive tone.

Nolan just moaned. Justin sucked the cloth for a while before pulling it
out of his mouth. He stared into Nolan's eyes as his hands pulled the
underwear down, and he eyes quickly darted to the hard, throbbing, thick
seven and a half cock that that tented Nolan's undies. Justin gripped the
tool with his hand, and he quickly rolled his tongue across the head of
it. He got a taste of the precum that had collected there, and it sent a
horniness through his body. Justin skipped the middle man, and he quickly
started to take the cock into his mouth. He made it halfway down the seven
and a half inches before he started to bob. He sucked, bobbed hard. There
was a slurping sound that was made, and it drove Nolan crazy. He had not
been inside of Justin for five minutes, but he felt the need to force his
hips upward. Nolan closed his eyes, and he fucked Justin's mouth with his
dick. He forced his hips upward, and his hips pushed Justin's mouth
downward.

Justin's lips eventually made it to Nolan's pubs, and he could smell the
musk that made Nolan the man he was. Justin sniffed the funk, and he got
hornier. His mouth was full of Nolan's precum. Justin continued to bob on
the cock, but the minute Nolan's hand moved away from his head, he dropped
down to the hairless balls that hung under the thick cock. Justin took them
both into his mouth, and he coated them in a thick layer of precumed
saliva.

"Fuck Bieber," Nolan moaned when he felt Justin tongue touch his scrotum.

Justin smiled at his work, and he licked across the balls. Justin sucked
them for a while longer before pulling off of them. He kissed his way back
up Nolan's body, and he stopped when he found Nolan's lips. He pressed his
lips to Nolan's, and he allowed him to taste himself.

Nolan's hand moved back to Justin's ass, and he began to pull the waistband
back. He wanted Justin out of the underwear, and there was no other
options. Nolan gripped the underwear with a tight grip, and he pulled the
cotton off of Justin's body. Nolan grabbed hold of Justin's ass, and he
felt the hard seven inch cock pressing into his own throbbing
erection. Nolan gripped the ass cheeks, and when Justin pulled away from
his lips, he flipped the boy into a 69. Nolan took the seven incher into
his mouth, and he licked a line from the tip to the base. Justin had a
hairless crotch, but Nolan could smell his scent. He knew it was
artificial, but he didn't care. Nolan licked back up the cock, and he
moaned around it when he felt Justin's tongue creeping to his back
entrance. That gave Nolan an idea. He pulled away from Justin's cock, and
he stopped when he saw the cute, tight, little hole that was waiting for
him.

Nolan pressed his tongue onto the hole, and he licked a line across
it. Justin's body jerked, and he continued. Nolan pressed his tongue deeper
onto the hole, and he felt it entering Justin. He licked along Justin's
inner walls, and he couldn't stop. Nolan felt Justin tongue moving to his
hole, and he could stifle the moan that fell from his mouth. They were
eating each other, and it was sending them both over the edge. Nolan
gripped Justin's body, and he quickly changed so that Justin was above
him. Nolan pressed his feet onto the floor, and he made sure his cock was
up. He pressed his hands onto Justin's waist, and he guided the pretty boy
down.

"Awww God Fuck," Justin moaned when the pain hit him.

He knew it was going to hurt, but he didn't think it'd hurt this
bad. Justin closed his eyes, and he tried to think happy thoughts. His mind
was torn away from that when he felt a hand wrap around his cock. It
stroked it up and down before falling to his balls. Justin moaned at the
pleasure that shot through his body, and instantly the pain was
gone. Justin sat on Nolan's cock, and he quickly picked himself, and fucked
the cock that was below him. Justin moved like a bull, and he didn't
stop. He felt the cock going deeper and deeper inside of him, and it
brought a smile to his face. Justin stopped and let the cock fall from him,
but he turned around, and he quickly placed it against his stretched
hole. Justin leaned down, and he pressed his tongue to Nolan's lips. He
licked the skin, and he tasted Nolan's precum, and it made his cock throb.

Nolan began to force his hips upward, and he felt the friction that he
needed. He pushed deep within Justin, and that's when he lost it. He felt
the cum sliding out of his cock, and he couldn't stop it. His thick shaft
throbbed and oozed the cum from his tip to the insides of Justin's body. It
took a while before Nolan stopped shooting, but when he did, he pulled
Justin's cock towards his mouth. He pushed Justin's mouth to his softening
cock, and he bobbed on Justin's cock. It didn't take long for Justin to
crack. He moaned, and a thick glob of cum shot from his cock, into Nolan's
mouth.

The two boys rested a while before either of them decided to speak or
move. Nolan stood from the couch, and he stared, smiled at Justin. He had
fallen asleep, and he was beautiful. Nolan grabbed his underwear, and he
left the scene, bearing three words.

"Who Needs Selena?"