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.
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.
Once the concert was finished, my partner and I watched as everyone left the Coliseum. Due to the size of the crowd, this took awhile. As the stragglers were making their way to the exits, we headed to the EMS command post to report for our end of duty.
With our dismissal, we grab our gear and head back to our ambulance.
On the drive back to base, I take the peice of paper Justin gave me to look at the address he wrote down.
5 Evergreen Way
Old Brookville, NY 11545
(732) 231-3286
I knew the area a little bit, it's in an area I used to work in. I looked on my iPhone where specifically it was and memorized how to get there.
Back at base for work, we turn in our equipment, fuel the rig and made sure we replaced anything that was used, which wasn't much.
"Feel like grabbing drinks?" Dominic, my partner, asked.
"I would, but I already have some plans for tonight," I replied.
"Oh? Met a celebrity at the show and about to get some, huh?" he joked.
"Met someone, yeah. Get some, maybe. If I play my cards right."
We both finish up, say our goodbyes and head off.
On the drive over to the address Justin gave me, I was listening to Z100, who had given a recap of the concert that night. Some of the female callers of course drooled over Justin, making me to get there sooner. About 25 minutes later, I pull onto the block and give him a text:
Me: Hey, it's Chris, the EMT from the concert. I'm here on the block.
Justin: Nice, pull into the driveway if you want, by the front door. I'll come open the door.
Parked and approaching the door, it opens and I see Justin there in just the basketball shorts. I nearly spring full wood then and there.
"Glad you could make it," he smiles.
"Me too."
"Come in, take your shoes off, get comfortable."
I leave me shoes by the front door and my jacket on a coat rack that's there.
"Want anything to drink?" Justin offers.
"Have a diet soda?"
"Yeah, take a seat on the couch. I'll be right there."
Justin comes back in a minute later with two sodas in hand. I watch as his cock bounces a little in his shorts, causing me to keep a semi going. He hands me my soda and sits down on the couch and faces me.
"So," I begin to ask, "what do you want to do, talk for a little or just mess around a little?" I drink a little from the soda, put it down on the table.
"Well, I'd want to at least get to know you a little first I guess. Like I mentioned earlier. I'm not gay ..."
"But at least curious, if not bi." I interrupt.
"Yeah, I guess you could say that," he replies back with a nervous laugh.
"Well, to tell you more about me," I start to say as I move in closer and place a hand on his leg (which has a nice coating of hair while not being hairy), "I do play the clarient and Alto Sex, I mean Sax. I guess you could say I am experienced on blowing on WOOD-winds."
Justin repositions himself to spread his legs a little. "Do you sing at all?"
"Kareoke count?" I respond, moving my hand higher on his thigh. "I did do the musical plays in high school. Just never was good enough for the lead parts."
"So how long have you been playing instruments?"
"Clarinet since third grade, saxophone a few years later." As a move my hand even closer to his crotch, I add, "But you should see what I can do with a skin flute."
By this point, Justin's shorts are tented noticably. We gaze at each other and I move in for the kiss. I feel his hand on the back of my head, as if to keep the kiss going. I French kiss him a little and he returns with a French Kiss. My right hand lands on his stomach and starts finding its way to his shorts and underneath the waistband. As I cusp and rub is balls, he releases from the kiss and gasps. I go to his right nipple and start licking and sucking. Justin continues to moan in ecstacy.
"Take off your shirt," Justin manages to say, "it's only fair."
I pause my licking, take my shirt off, unbutton and unzip my pants and leave nothing but my boxers on. As I move my clothes aside, I grab a bottle of lube from one of my pockets.
"Better?"
"Much," Justin replies. He grabs me in for another kiss. As we do, I slowly work his shorts off his waist and down his legs.
"Shall I play a little skin flute for you?" I ask.
"Please!" he replies uncontrollable.
Turning my attention to his now fully erect cock, I find it begging for attention at a full 7.5" roughly. I move to the floor and start to lick, suck, rub and anything to give this 17y/o hottie pleasure. Going slowly, I also grab the lube.
"Lay down on the couch for me," I tell Justin.
He follows orders. I bend his legs so I get access to his ass hole a little too. I put some lube on my middle finger and start to finger his hole. Little by little, I get deeper and deeper. This starts to cause Justin to moan louder.
"Don't you cum yet!" I plead. "At least let me know when you get close to slow down."
"O - K" he breathes.
After a minute or two of just one finger, I add a little more lube and a second finger. I finger Justin slowly, moving deeper and deeper with every thrust of my hand. At this point, I lick his lovely nutsac which has a nice warmth coming off it. Oh yeah, this boy is horny and need to fuck.
I pause for a second, grab pillow and put it underneath the small of Justin back, I now go for three fingers and tease the head of his cock. Justin is going wild now and I know he cannot last much longer. I stop giving attention to his cock for a minute so that he doesn't cum anytime soon.
"Oh god that feels good," he mutters and I continue finger him.
"Let me reposition myself real quick," I state. Justin still with his eyes closed. "Here it comes back with some more lube."
However, it wasn't my fingers. It was my cock.
Justin feels the difference in pressure and length entering him; I'm about 7" and have a nice thickness. He opens his eyes in shock, stares at me.
"Shh, you liked my fingers, you'll like this," I say in a soothing manner. I lean down and kiss him as I move my cock more and more inside of him.
Once inside of him completely, I let him get adjusted to the feel. I slowly move my cock in and out, a little in both directions to allow him to continue to adjust. Within a couple of minutes, my cock was coming almost all the way out and going back in. Doing that for a few minutes, I lean in, hug him, pressing our chests together. I go to reposition us without having to take my dick out. I swing his legs around me, with one leg on the ground for support, I sit up and then lay down on my back. Justin is now on top of me.
"Please ride me," I state. and Justin does!
For the next 5 minutes, Justin is bouncing up and down on my cock. He comes in for a kiss. As he does so, I speed up my fucking a little because I am about to jizz. my hands go right to his hips nad I press them down and my hips thrust up. A few thrusts later and I'm jizzing inside Justin Bieber's ass!
After a minute, my cock goes limp and falls out of his ass with a pop. The whole while, I'm slowly stroking his cock.
"What about me?" he asks.
"My ass is yours if you want it," I reply.
With a smile, he says "Thank you."
He reaches for the lube, puts some on his cock and some on my ass. He lines himself up and pushes into me. He is shocked with how easy he enters my ass (I masturbate now and then with a dildo). He takes a moment to process the stimuli and the warmth of my ass. After a minute or two, he slowly starts to go to town on my ass. Minute later, Justin takes a few last thrusts and unleashes his teen spunk inside of me and collapses on top of me.
Laying there for a few minutes, we then look at each other with smiles.
"Want to come wash up?" Justin inquires.
"Sure."
We go upstairs to the main bathroom which has a huge tub for two. He steps in, starts filling it with water, and motions for me to join. I step in and we both sit down, jacuzzi style. Once the water is high enough, he grabs some soap and starts washing himself. I do the same. We even do each other's backs.
Once dry and dressed again, I say to Justin, "I would like to stay more, but I should go home and check on my dog."
"It's ok, my aunt and uncle will be home soon anyway."
"I had an amazing time."
"Me too. And now I know who to call when my breathing gets tight," Justin said with a smile.
"Call or text me anytime your happen to be in the area."
I lean in, give him one last kiss and walk to the car.
As I pull down the drive way, I see him still at the door till I pull off the block.
On my way home, I head my alert tone for a text message. When I got to a red light, I quickly looked at it.
Justin: [x-rated pic] just to remember me till we meet again.
Justin: Which may be tomorrow if you want to play with the band I am recording with tomorrow.
Me: I'll be there. Text me the details tomorrow.
The end.
or is it?