Usual disclaimer: This story is for a mature audience only. It is also 100% fiction and is based on fantasy. Anything specified about a celebrity is, again, false and is only part of the story. Depending on law where you live, please be of age to read this story. Otherwise, author takes no responsibility. All in all, if you are choosing to read my story, I hope it is deamed enjoyable and leaves you head(s) drooling. Questions / comments can be emailed to samdabisa@gmail.com.
It's Christmas time and Nassau Coliseum is holding a holiday concert with some big name acts. They include Mariah Carey, Beyonnce, Pussycat Dolls, Black Eyed Peas, and a few others. Of course for the teens, Justin Bieber is going to be there as well; the girls want to date him, the guys want to be him and the gay guys want to have him.
I was fortunate to be working the event as a Paramedic incase anyone got sick or injured. There were a few of us there such that there was always an ambulance crew present. My partner and I were assigned to the back stage area in case any of the celebrities got injured or fell ill. Walking around, I met practically all of the celebrities, some even taking pictures with my partner and I.
As Justin Bieber was preparing to go onstage, I had noticed he took a puff from an inhaler. I approached him to see if he was ok and to make sure he was not having any breathing difficulties.
"Breathing ok?" I question.
"Yeah, I'm good," he replied. "Just a little tightness, wanted to make sure my lungs opened up a little."
"Want me to give a quick listen, make sure no congestion?"
"Sure," he smiled as he lifted his shirt a little. This revealed a nice dirty blonde treasure trail, nive subtle 6-pack and otherwise hairless torso.
I took my stethoscope out and listened to his lungs. "No congestion noticeable. You should be fine."
"Thanks man," he stated as he was announced on stage. "Catch ya later,eh?"
"Sure man. Let me know if you want a follow up after you're done," I offered.
"Yeah, I'll like that," he smiled. He then proceeded to head on stage.
Justin performed on stage for about 20 minutes or so. His last song was a duet with Mariah Carey, bringing her onto stage and serving as his last song.
Justin headed back to his designated dressing room area. I let my partner know I'd be back since I was going to followup with him and to call me on my cell if I was needed.
I knocked on Justin's door.
"Come in!"
"Hello," I call into the room as I enter.
In front of me was a Bieber naked from the waist up. Justin stood about my height at 5'9". At 17, he had some nice definition. While he was skinny at probably 150 lbs or so, I was a bit heftier at 220 lbs. I also had 8 years his senior.
"Hey man. I'm still feeling fine, no tightness," he told me as I closed the door behind me.
"Want me to still take a listen?"
"Sure man, better safe then sorry," he replied.
I took my stehtoscope out again and listened to his lungs again. As I moved in closer to listen to the back of his lungs, I took in a whiff. The smell was a mix of teen musk with mostly the smell of Deordorant and Irish spring soap. It gave me a little chubby (aka semi).
Apparently he noticed me smell him, "I guess my lungs are fine, but what does my scent have to tell you?"
"Well, tells me that you probably just washed up real quick before I came in," I replied as I took a few steps back as I put my stehtoscope away.
"And that is a bad thing?" he inquired.
"No, no. Not a bad things. Just an observation. Though, a hot shower with some steam would help the lungs out too," I added.
"Well, I would shower right now, but that would mean I would need to get all hot and sweaty. I didn't even break a sweat out on the stage."
"To be honest though, you would only need to get sweaty," I smiled. "You are already hot."
Justin shifted a little, looking a little on the uncomfortable side. "I'm not gay, dude," he stammered.
"So?" I questioned. "Doesn't mean you don't have needs. All teen guys are horny, want someone to release a load for them. I'm willing to help. I'm bi. Just because you are famous doesn't make it automatic for me to want to get between your legs. It just makes me want it more. But if you don't want me licking those amazing pecs, kissing down along your happy trail, or even rubbing what I can only imagine are a nice set of balls then that's ok." I pause for about a minute to let it sink in a little. "But I can tell by the semi you have in your basketball shorts that you would really love a blowjob, but a little unsure if you want one from me."
I start walking to the door and tell him, "My offer stands through the remainder of the concert and even tonight if you stay in the area. Here is my number and my name is Chris," as I place piece of paper down on a table.
"Chris," Justin started to say.
I paused as I was about to open the door and turn my attention back to Justin.
With his basketball shorts down around his thighs, I couldn't help but stare at his cock at about 6" and still not even fully hard, nice low hanging balls and well trimmed pubes. He adds after trying to find the right words, "Like I said, I am not gay. But I would love to have my blue balls taken care of. All the girls that have been attacking me lately are 14 year olds."
He pulls his shorts back up, grabs a pad and pen from the desk and writes something. "Be here after you get off work. If any of this leaks out to the public, I'll have my lawyers ripping you a new ass hole."
I take the piece of paper and add, "I am all about being discrete. Trust me."
As I am about to walk out the door, Justin stops me, plants a kiss on me, tongue and everything.
"I'll see you later," he states with a wink and a whisper.
Part 2 to come soon.