Date: Sat, 15 Feb 2014 14:26:35 -0800 (PST)
From: Michael Young <mryoung1221@yahoo.com>
Subject: Who Needs Selena 2

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Justin's eyes fluttered open, and the first thing he saw was the midnight
moon that was shining through his window. He saw the light, and it made him
think of something magical. His head turned away from the window, and he
took sight of the dried cum that rested on his body. Flashes of his earlier
affairs flared through his mind, and it caused a frown to show over his
lips.
	He turned his head, and he looked around the room, but he knew
there was no point. He'd participated in one night stands, but he'd never
been the one that was left. Now, he knew how all the girls he slept with
felt. He knew their pain, and he knew that it was impossible to deal
with. Justin raised his chest, but he quickly dropped it when pain throbbed
through his body.
	It wasn't centralized in one location; it was everywhere. In his
bum, his legs, his arms, and head, his neck. Justin honestly wanted to
scream, but he knew no one would come to his rescue, and if they did, he
would have to explain himself. He'd have to explain the dried cum that was
over his body, and it didn't take a genius to comprehend that no one man
could produce the amount of cum that resided on him.
	His head fell back down onto the pillow, and he sighed. He didn't
know what he was going to do. Sure, he'd had a crush on Nolan, but it was a
rebound crush. He didn't know if he actually loved Nolan. He just didn't
want to be alone. He pressed his eyes together, and he once again saw
Nolan's cock disappear into him. He saw Nolan's lips wrapped around his
appendage, and it caused tears to roll from his eyes.
	His fuck buddy was gone, and he was no alone, stuck on his
couch. Justin opened his eyes, and he stared at the ceiling. He didn't know
if there was a god, but he'd never prayed to one. He didn't understand how
any of it worked, but now, he was willing to try anything for love.
	A tear ran the length of his face, and he began to speak. It was
more of a hushed whisper, and it was faint, but it would be enough for
whatever force was watching over him. Justin uttered the last word, and
another tear fell from his eyes. He looked away from the ceiling, and he
forced himself to stand.
	Justin didn't care about the pain that was throbbing within his
body or his nakedness. He wasn't going to be some pansy laying on the couch
with a broken heart. He was Justin freaking Bieber. He could get with
anyone he wanted, male or female, and it his love didn't present
themselves, he was going to express that. He felt his feet on the floor,
and he fought against his body until he climbed the stairs and stood
outside his bedroom.
	He raised his hand, and he rested it on the knob. He turned it, and
he pushed on the door, and it quickly opened. Justin saw his room was the
same way it was before he left. He saw his bed was destroyed, and he
noticed the music was paused. He stepped into the room, and he closed the
door behind him.
	The nineteen year old wasn't focused on music, his bed, or any
other factor that was inside of his room. He slowly stepped towards the
bathroom, and he didn't stop until he was standing in front of his
mirror. He saw how pathetic he looked. He saw the pain that was inside of
body, and he saw the regret. He turned away from his face, and he proceeded
to turning the shower on.
	The hot water was first, then it was the cold. He really didn't
have to wait for the water to warm up seeing that he was stark naked, so he
pulled the shower curtain back, and he stepped into the water. The water
was nowhere close to being warm, but that didn't bother Justin. The
chillness of the water gave his body something else to focus on.
	Eventually, the water reached a more suitable temperature, and
Justin began to bathe. He didn't bother finding a washcloth, so he used his
hand. He moved in the shower, and he wrapped his hand around the body wash,
and he poured a generous amount into his palm. He closed the bottle, and he
placed it back where he found it, and he slowly began to move his hands
over his body.
	His chest was first. He moved his hands over his pictorials, and he
couldn't help but bypass the pink nipples that was erected from the cold
water. Justin continued over his body, and in seconds, his hands were
done. He moved them away from his body, and he stepped under the lukewarm
spray that came from the showerhead. He watched as the reminisce of his
earlier activities moved off his body, and it caused tears to flow from his
eyes.
	Even with the body wash suds off his body, he continued to stand
under the water. If it wouldn't have caused a big deal, he would have stood
under it until he drowned. He allowed the water to move through his hair,
and when he felt it run against his lips, he felt that it was time to get
out. He switched the water off, and he quickly stepped out of the shower
before wrapping a towel around his body.
	In the short walk from the shower to his bedroom, Justin had
dropped the towel, and every inch of his body was water free. Justin
streaked across his bedroom, but he stood still when he stood in front of
his Chester. He pulled the first drawer out, and he picked up the first
pair of underwear he saw. He slid the material over his body, and he moved
towards the king size bed that sat in the middle of his room.
	He didn't feel like dressing or pulling the sheets back. He fell
onto the bed, and he cried. He knew that there was going to be a wet spot
there when he woke up, but he didn't care. He needed to get his feelings
out, and to him, that was the only way.  *
	Nolan sighed as he entered his home. He didn't know what had come
over him to sleep with Justin Bieber. He was happily in a relationship, and
the guilt was eating his insides. He stood in the foyer of the beach house,
and he could smell Beau's scent.
	He loved his boyfriend with everything that inside of him, but he
didn't know how to tell him that he'd slept with someone else. He didn't
know how Beau was going to take it, and he didn't want their love to
end. The two had been together for the length of season three of Awkward,
and it more of love at first sight.
	Nolan pushed himself through the house, and he climbed the
stairs. He knew where Beau would be, and he didn't want to give his
boyfriend to question his whereabouts or the smell that was wrapped around
his body. Nolan pushed through the doors of the master suite, and he stood
in shock was he saw that Beau was laid in bed with nothing but a safari
thong on.
	Nolan saw the man he fell in love with, and he couldn't help but
smile. Really, a smile couldn't define what he did. He saw Beau's bulge
beneath the fabric, and it forced a growl to come from his mouth. He
stepped into the center of the room, and he quickly began to pull his
clothing off. His shoes were first, and his shirt was last.
	In nothing but his underwear, Nolan moved towards his lover, and he
landed on the bed with a light force. Nolan stared into Beau's eyes, and he
saw the want, the lust. He saw Beau's need to be sucked off, and it caused
his mouth to water. He moved his hands, and he rested them on Beau's legs
-one of each of the man's legs.
	He felt the thing strings of hair that grew onto the legs, and he
felt the muscle that was beneath the skin. Nolan pressed his hand into
Beau's legs, and he pushed his hands upward until they rested on his
lover's crotch. Nolan removed one hand, and he pressed the other into the
throbbing cock hard. He knew how Beau liked to play, and he wasn't one to
hold back.
	"God, that feels so good," Beau moaned.
	He wanted more, but he knew he was going to get what he wanted. He
and Nolan had been together for months, and he was never denied. Beau
pressed his eyes together, and the only thing he could do was moan. He felt
Nolan's hand on his erection, and it caused a throb to ripple through the
length.
	Nolan felt the ripple, and it caused him to lower his mouth to the
cloth covered erection. He saw the black and orange stripes of the
material, and he tongue touched the edge of a black stripe that happened to
be the tip of Beau's cock. Nolan tasted the precum that had gathered there,
and it made him want his lover more.
	The twenty three year old moved his hands upward, and he stopped
when they rested at the waistband of Beau's thong. In a quick swipe, the
thong was on Beau's leg, and Nolan had a hand wrapped around the seven inch
appendage that he loved.
	Nolan moved his hand over the cock in a slow motion. He felt the
heat on the cock, and it made his own throb. He moved his thumb over the
head, and he could tell from Beau's moans that he was doing a great
job. Minutes into the wank, he removed his hand, and it was replaced with
his tongue.
	He started at the tip where he licked against it. Once again, he
could taste the precum that resided there, and it only made him want more
of the cock. Nolan closed his eyes, and he engulfed the entire length of
the cock. He felt the tip at the back of his throat, and he quickly began
to bob, coming up, then going back down.
	"Gawd, fuck!" Beau moaned.
	He was loving every second of what he was receiving, but he
couldn't help but notice Nolan's tented briefs. Beau moved his hands, but
he stopped when they danced across Nolan's crotch. He felt the erection,
and he couldn't help but allow his hand to slip into the black fabric.
	Beau wrapped his hand around the erection, and he wasted no time in
jerking his boyfriend off. Moans tore their way from Beau's throat as he
felt his orgasm grow closer and closer. He could tell from the humming on
his cock that Nolan was close too.
	Both boys closed their eyes, and with loud moans, their orgasms hit
them. Nolan's mouth was soon filled with Beau's cum, and it dribbled from
the corners of his mouth, and Beau felt Nolan's cum on his hand. Nolan
pulled off of Beau's cock, and he moved towards his boyfriend's neck. He
pushed his nose into the skin, and he nestled himself into the perfect
position.
	Beau didn't mind that his lover was nestled into his neck, but
there was a smell that he wasn't familiar with. He turned his head, and he
stared at Nolan with curiosity. Nolan saw the look, but he didn't know how
to speak. His tongue was tied, and he knew he was caught.