Boy Bands and the City By Reggie Tangan
Disclaimer: all of the characters portrayed here are used fictitiously, and used for entertainment purposes. These stories do not point out that the members of NSYNC are gay. Though I have my speculations.
This story is for adults only; if you don't like homosexual themes, please leave immediately.
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********************** Chapter Five
Is this it?
Joey and I kept on kissing on the plastic mat, going on and on, making out as if it was forever, his hands kept exploring my back, scratching it at possible times. What is he doing?
"Looking for my spot?" I murmured. "You betcha!" He said, and continued to kiss me.
I impatiently tugged his shirt up, he kept on exploring the alien territory of my mouth, his tongue going back and forth inside my mouth, as he kissed forcefully, his so-innocent hands kept on my back. I had to at some point, point out that I want him. I gently bit his lip.
"Ouch," He said, in pain, "What was that for?" "It wasn't that painful," I said, "Come on, let's move somewhere comfy."
Joey looked towards the bed, waiting to be rocked. "You know what I'm thinking?" He asked me, sheepishly.
"Naughty boy," I leaned in closer to Joey's face, smiling. "Oh, looks who's talking..." He shot back, remembering the action I brought in the previous Twister game. "Come on," I stood up, I playfully grazed my leg on Joey's face. He reciprocated by gently tickling the knee pit behind my legs.
"Joey, want to get up?" I asked. I pulled out my hand, Joey, hesistantly grabbed my hand stood up and gave me a passionate kiss, then, holding hands proceeded to the bedroom.
The feeling was alien, very alien...
Joey looked at me, not sensual but in confidence of the matter. He looked as if he wasn't ready to do this, probably it's his first time, I guess. And at some point I was a bit nervous, for the fact how long I haven't had sex, I might have forgotten how to do it...
Sounds preposterous, but it's true.
"Uhmmm, Joey, I think we're moving to fast," I said. "I guess you're probably right," he agreed, "To tell the truth, I'm not even deep to this kind of thing, I mean the sex thing."
I sat down on the bed, Joey was on the other side of the room, standing still, still thinking about us. How should me move on? How can we make this last?
What about my life? It's turning topsy turvy.
"Joey, come here, let's just lie down here, and just think..." "Better, so we can talk things out." He said.
Joey moved towards the side of the bed, removed his shirt, exposing his well-toned body, I tried not to look, but temptation was trying to consume me. No, make this stop, make him stop.
Joey then removed his baggy pants, revealing his blue Superman boxer shorts. NO! Stop it! I can't take this anymore.
"Something wrong?" He asked, then wiped clear of his head of sweat. "No, nothing, well there is..." I crummily answered, looking and his bulge... "What?" I tried to avoid his sexy stare. "I'll just go over there and change my clothes." I said.
What is it about the male anatomy that makes gay men speechless?
I try not to look as Joey lie down on the bed, provocatively. I took of my shirt, went to the closet and opted for a white undershirt and a pair of boxer shorts. Then I went to the bathroom, I looked myself hard at the mirror, Joey's reflection glared upon the mirror.
Man, what a specimen! As I looked onto Joey, he looked like a statue come alive, his sensuality spread all over the room, taut and muscular, I thought. His eyes filled with doubt and insecurity yet in an tenacity induced facade.
"Are you done?" Joey shouted from afar. "Yeah, be there a sec," I said, I kept on looking Joey from the mirror, like, this is a chance that I might never have again. I bet I was...
"Living the moment?" Joey said, I didn't notice he went to the bathroom, his firm arms wrap across my waist, his body pressed against mind, his head resting on my shoulders, that I thought in clear absolution...
This is it...
"Yes, I was..." I turned around, looking at Joey straight to his eyes. "Can you, I mean..." I flicked my finger against Joey's lips, without a word, I removed the undershirt I was wearing, in deep solitude and wanting, I gently kissed Joey.
But this time it's better.
Joey slowly carried me up from my waist, our lips still locked in absolute bliss, I managed to carry my legs up to Joey's waist, I felt his soft buttock from my feet, the boxer shorts he was wearing seemed to fall down a bit to his hips. Then I felt it, his soft bulge forming to a raging hard-on, and he seemed very happy about it.
"Please be gentle with me," He whispered to my ear. "Yes, I will," I said, then kissed again, Joey gently carrying me towards my bed.
As I agress at Joey one kiss at a time, I feel the heat emanating from his body, as I gently released me at the bed, his huge body gently pressed my body, my eyes closed as to keep living the moment. He rolled turning sides, I was on top of him, trying to feel his body shaking and gentle trembling.
"Are you getting nervous?" I asked. "Kinda, but I know I'm in good hands," he said, "Are you?" "Don't talk just..." As I was then slowly digging my hands through Joey's boxer shorts, trying to feel his now hard cock, Joey sighed in content. "You're good with your hands..." he said, "Keep on doing it, it feels nice,"
I kept on massaging his cock, trying to reach down more while Joey moaned in pleasure, evidently, Joey's hands were hard on clawing on my sheets, he felt the intesity of his cock being touched by another person, and I was enjoying it, definitely, so kept on a steady rhythm of my hand.
"You like it?" "Yeah, ohhh, don't stop, don't stop." He said, pleasured by my hands. My other hand explored Joey's broad chest, trying to feel his nipples and his chest hair, feeling everything of Joey, inching every part of his body.
Then his hand playfully ran along my back and through my back bone, like a sudden burst of electricity came into my body, I sank down on the bed slowly, then heavy breathing, I felt it, he discovered...
"Hah! I found it," he weakly smiled at me, he continued to run his fingers through my back, his soft fingertips gradually curl down and scoot closer to Joey, I need his touch, his hands knew where to go.
"Want some more?" Kissing Joey, he certainly accepted the invitation for more, slowly I removed my hand out of Joey's boxers, he stood up on the bed, loking down on me, he knew what I was thinking, he nodded in agreement, knowing this is another step, I noticed I was getting a hard on myself, wanting to see and feel Joey's manhood I slowly hold on to sides of his boxer shorts, pulling it down slowly. Seeing his pubes coming out from his shorts sent me over the edge, then the hard steely flesh came out, as hard as ever wanting to be sucked down tremedously.
"You want it?" Joey asked. I nodded, and my hand clasped his cock, with a steady, unhurried rhythm, I began jacking off his cock, he moaned in ectasy, more, more, more he whispered, I continue on and on, and later I flicked out my tongue and tickled the one-eyed-snake in front of me.
"Yes, that's it, go there," he said, without hesitation, I slowly thrusted my head towards his waist, his cock slowly disappearing inside my mouth. I continued to probe deeper into Joey's cock, inching in the flesh in my mouth, feeling the blood pumping form his shaft, he was still standing, but his knees wanted to give way down on the bed, the harder I sucked the weaker he gets.
"Oh, you make me feel so good..." I sucked harder, thrusting my head back and forth, his hands snake through my hair, trying to pull away from me, but it felt good each time he did it, knowing this sexual pleasure can go to the preverted extreme.
"Don't stop..." His muscles tensed, his breathing turned sporadic, his hands angrily shook my head, he pushed my head further against his waist, I was clinging on his hips, trying to penetrate deeper into his cock, deeper, deeper, deeper.
Little I know I was gagging, but I was loving it...
With more penetrations Joey's body slowly tensed, his hands still on my hair, his knees getting more weaker, with one final moan, he came, milky white liquid filled my waiting mouth, loving every drop of it.
Joey, in deep satisfaction, slumped down on the bed, approached me in lust pressed his lips against mine. That feels good, kissing him...
"That was great, how'd you do that?" Joey asked, still sweating from what I've done to him. "I don't know, it's been so long..." But then he kissed me again, not wanting to know how I did it, maybe it's all in the sense of surprise and unpredictable sensuality. He smiling, wanting me...
His hands start exploring my body, he kissed me gently more passionate, more powerful, more sensual. I want to be lost, in him. But something was holding me back.
His lips touched my ear, kissing it and at the same time whispering...
"Want love?" He whispered as he rubbed his hand over my shorts, feeling my cock swell. I lay down on the bed, feeling Joey's wet kisses and stimulating hand movements, I was getting a hard-on, but something was wrong...
"I'm sorry, I can't..." I said. Not knowing I might disappoint Joey, not that I'm greedy or something, for me, it doesn't feel right or it's just not the right time for me to 'get it on' somehow.
He sat down the bed, his took off his hand from my shorts, I sat up, wiping traces of saliva off my face.
"What do you mean 'sorry'?" He asked, he cupped his hands on my face, looking for a trace of disinterest. He couldn't find any, but I seem so lost in his love but I couldn't go down, it didn't feel right, for me, that is.
"I can't, I'm sorry, I just can't..." "Is it because of me?" He asked, trying not to sound so shallow. "No, it's not you, it's me..." "What is it? I can listen very good." As a smile formed on his face, trying to humor me, but all I can do is look straight into his eyes, trying to think over.
Is this the right time? Maybe, maybe not. I don't know.
"Well, I'm not forcing you, we can just go to sleep." He suggested. "Nah, we can talk about it in the morning." I said, hugged him, a thankful one. He hugged me, gave me kiss on the forehead. An acknowledgement of what I've done for the night. "Yeah, I sure need some Zzz's," he said, laughingly, "I believe you." "Thanks, just get dressed and let's get to bed." I said.
Good, better, since we were totally tired from the concert, I knew then we just wanted to rest our heads and try to look forward for tomorrow. Joey grabbed on to his boxers, wore them hapzardly and try to get as comfortable as possible in my bed.
The bed wasn't that hard, but not hotel material. Though, Joey appreciated the way I was trying to be as hospitable as possible. All the pillows properly fluffed out, the warm blankets to cover our weary bodies. But Joey's body gave me a sense of security, releasing all that much needed love.
"I love you, Jessie." Joey said. "I love you, too."
Then one final kiss of the night, we wallowed our way to sleep.
Joey had to leave early or else the rest of NSYNC could have panicked where the hell he was. Lance, who was the sort of the social secretary of the band, couldn't believe Joey spent the night at my place. Joey then made a clear explanation so anyone wouldn't feel so worried.
"And they say gay guys turn to promiscuity." Peter said, instinctively. "No they're not, they're the same like us," Sally defended.
I was back again at the cafe, another day of work, but I still look forward to seeing Joey again, as for Justin, it did cross my mind, but I'll be firm on my decision, forget Justin, remember Joey.
"So, Jessie, how was your date with that Joey guy?" Sally asked.
They were still clueless about the Joey, which I evily hid from them, and besides, who would want to believe I actually slept with a pop star?
Anyways, I told them I met this Joey guy in the concert, of course, I had to lie, but it was all for Joey, I wanted this relationship part-secret, part-real, and most of all a lasting one. You know, everybody who are in a current relationship wants a long-lasting relationship.
"So, is he good?" Referring to Joey's performance on bed. "No, we didn't do it," though I did something to Joey. "Liar, I know what you've been up to." She cocked her eyebrow up a few inches.
Peter took hold of my arms, raised them up in unison. "Sally, I guess you're right. Look at Jessie, he's glowing!" He smiled.
I couldn't help but laugh at my friends, it's not true. Well, I did sleep with Joey but it ws just sleep, and an occasional blowjob and that's it...
"Liar."
To be continued...
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