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Chapter Six
Kennedy National Airport;
"Boarding call for flight 102 to London!"
Troy Aikman sat forward at the announcement over the intercom and tugged his cell from his duffel bag. He was seated in one of the airport's boarding areas waiting for his flight. Since the boarding call, he pressed his phone memory and dialed a familiar number. The connection pulsed several times before the call went through.
"Yeah," a masculine British accented voice came through the phone.
"Hey bro'," Troy greeted with a smile.
"Troy," David Beckham enthused. "Where are you mate?"
"I'm still in the US but I'm getting ready to board my plane." He shifted from the boner straining his khakis. "I should be in London in a few hours."
"Fantastic mate!" Beckham cheered warmly. "I'll meet you at the airport."
"Great," Troy chuckled. "I hope that you ready for it." Troy offered in a sexy tone.
"Oh yeah," Beckham's voice was husky. "I'm long over due for it."
"No shit," Aikman casually brushed the bulge in his pants. "I'll have a hell of a load for you."
"My arse is hungry for it mate."
"Good," Aikman grinned. "I'll ring you when the plane touches down."
"Ok," Beckham affirmed.
"Later bro'" and Aikman clicked off the connection. Pumped up for the reunion, Aikman swiped up the bag at his feet and briskly walked to the boarding gate.
Los Angeles;
Nick Lachey was in the recording studio with Justin Timberlake going over a few tracks from their upcoming duet CD. They were alone in the booth just finishing up on the chosen tracks.
"Great dog'," Justin said pulling off his head phones.
Lachey pulled off his own head set. "We made some fantastic choices."
"No shit," Justin smiled. "I think the chicks are gonna love it."
"And the fags," Lachey chuckled.
"Fags?" Timberlake looked at Lachey in surprise. "What do you know about fags?"
"Hey dude," Lachey looked at him in humor, "cut the shit. You know damn well that fags dig straight dudes like us. Hell, they've dug me since my time with the group."
"Yeah," Timberlake conceded, "the fags were pretty heavy in the crowds while I was on tour with the guys."
Lachey nodded, "as long as they're buying my stuff, who gives a shit."
"Yeah," Timberlake agreed.
"Say bro'," Lachey ventured curiously. "Can I ask you something?"
"Shoot dude," Timberlake encouraged.
"Did you and the other guys know about Lance?"
Timberlake looked at Lachey a moment in silence before replying. "I don't know about the other guys, but I knew."
Lachey pressed on. "You ever let him suck you off?"
Timberlake released a burst of laughter but once he saw that Lachey was serious he sobered.
"This is just between us dog," he assured.
Timberlake shrugged. "Yeah I did."
"No shit!" Lachey's cock was beginning to stir with his jeans. "Was he any good?"
Timberlake was throwing a boner thinking about Lance's hot mouth wrapped around his boner. He shifted a bit in his seat. "Good enough to give him this," Timberlake groped the bulge in his camo fatigues, "more than once."
Lachey nodded, his boner outlined in his pants.
Timberlake frowned. "You ever let a fag go down on you?"
Lachey grinned at the memories of his recent encounters with man sex. He nodded. "They really get off on this big dick," Lachey groped himself.
Timberlake tilted his head in curiosity. "Pretty hung, huh? I'm packin' something heavy myself."
Lachey chuckled, "bet mine is bigger than yours?"
"No way," Timberlake shook his head, chuckling as well.
"Way," Lachey was getting really excited by the direction of their conversation.
"Bull shit," Timberlake scoffed. "I'm packin' more."
"Prove it," Lachey challenged.
Timberlake looked at him in surprise. "I ain't showin' my stuff."
"I'll show mine," Lachey challenged. And to prove it Lachey reached down and tugged at the button fly of his jeans.
Timberlake's eyes widened. "You're fuckin' serious."
"Damn straight," Lachey pulled the fly wide open. His briefs were exposed.
Timberlake slowly lowered his hands to the waist of his fatigues, "I'll show you who the pussy is."
"Hey," Lachey's eyes sparkled mischievously. "Lets make it interesting.
Who ever had the bigger dick gets to have the other suck him off."
Timberlake laughed awkwardly. "I'm gonna enjoy seeing you on your knees chowin' down on my bone."
"Pussy," Lachey accused in jest.
"Pussy hell," Timberlake ripped open the button of his fatigues and pulled his hot hard cock free. It was veiny and had a slight curve. He waved it toward Lachey. "Measure up pussy."
"Pussy hell," Lachey's eyes were glued to Timberlake's thick fat cock. He wanted to run his lips around it, feeling every blue vein with his tongue. Lachey pushed at the waist band of his briefs and his own hard cock sprung free. It bounced against his ripped stomach. "Put them together," Lachey instructed.
Timberlake moved closer to Lachey and rubbed his fat length against Lachey's. Lachey gripped them and rubbed them together. It was clear that Timberlake had the advantage of an inch.
"Now who's the pussy," Timberlake reached down and wrapped his own hand around both of their pulsing shafts.
"Nice," Lachey stroked together.
"No bad yourself," Timberlake conceded.
Lachey ran his hand over Timberlake's purple pulsing head. He cast Timberlake a curious glance, "feel good?"
"Mmmmm," Timberlake murmured, rubbing Lachey's cock head. "It'll feel even better down your throat."
Lachey exchanged a smile with Timberlake.
"Come dude," Timberlake instructed. "On your knees, it won't suck itself."
Lachey dropped to his knees without hesitation. Timberlake moved close and Lachey opened his mouth ready for it. However, Timberlake teased him, pulling his hips back when Lachey lunged for it.
"Come on dude," Lachey whined in disappointment.
"No so fast," Timberlake swung his hips slapping Lachey's cheeks with his red veiny cock. "Tell me how much you want it."
"Bro'," Lachey uttered impatiently.
Timberlake chuckled. "Tell me that you're my cock sucker." He swung his hips the opposite way and slapped Lachey's cheeks again. He pressed the length against one of the cheeks, rubbing along Lachey's cheek bone. The shaft scorched Lachey's skin. He could feels the blue veins pulse against his skin.
"Tell me," Timberlake repeated. Drops of pre-cum glistened from his piss slit and some was smeared on Lachey's cheek as Timberlake massaged his flesh.
"I'm your cock sucker," Lachey conceded urgently.
"Good boy," Timberlake chuckled, "now," he gripped the base of his cock and rubbed the head across Lachey's lips, "here's your bone." Lachey eagerly sucked in the hot searing rod and sucked reverently. "Yeahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh," Timberlake hissed bucking his hips forward, forcing the entire length of his shaft to the back of Lachey's throat. Lachey snorted and relaxed his throat muscles to take it to the hilt. He inhaled deeply, smelling the musk from Timberlake's trimmed pubes. He stretched his lips wider and slurped loudly around the throbbing boner.
"Suck itttttt," Timberlake hissed, rocking back and forth, slipping the shaft in and partially out from between Lachey's hot lips.
Lachey reached out to grip Timberlake's muscular butt and squeezed the hard glutes. He whirled his tongue around the staff, swiping the pumping blue veins. Timberlake pumped faster and harder within Lachey's clinging mouth. The suction was intense as Timberlake pressed his cap against the back of Lachey's throat. Lachey's own cock drizzled pre-cum on the floor. The stain grew as the ooze flowed from his enflamed piss slit like a faucet. Timberlake gripped Lachey around the head and pumped faster. His low hanging nuts swung beneath Lachey's convulsing throat his Adam's apple. And his nuts were boiling, really packin' a load. He pumped harder and Lachey sucked harder. Lachey snorted a few more times, gurgling around the pistoning shaft. Strings of spittle hung from his chin, stretching to the floor. Lachey was ready for it. He wanted Timberlake's load so bad.
"I......I.....," Timberlake's nuts twisted, his cock jerked against the top of Lachey's mouth. The vein in his neck pulsed powerfully and the column of his throat and cheeks suffused. "I'm gonna shootttttttttttttttttttt. Timberlake's entire body tensed, electricity ran up his spine. "Fuckkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk," he growled as jets of cum rocketed from his sensitive piss slit. "Aghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh," Timberlake's flood of spoog a washed Lachey's mouth and throat. Lachey tried to suck it all down but it flooded out of his lips down his cheeks and chin. Timberlake pumped and pumped and Lachey's lips hung on. "Milk itttttttttttttt," Timberlake hissed as the last ropes of cum were wrought from his sore shaft and balls. Timberlake breathed deeply, "shit!" he chuckled. "That was awesome bro'!"
Lachey continued to suck and lick Timberlake's spent cock clean. His own cock was on the edge and he reached down to jerk it over the edge. His balled hand pumped his hot length a few times until his legs tensed and his body shivered.
"Umnmph," Lachey grunted around Timberlake's shaft as ropes of cum splattered to the floor from his pulsing shaft cap. It was red and the piss slit was stretched to the max as the strings rocketed to the floor.
"Mnmph," he grunted again as his cock jerked out the last volleys of spoog. After a moment he relaxed a bit, "mmmmmmm," but continued nursing on Timberlake's cock. After he caught his breath, he began to suck harder on Timberlake's cock caressing it with the flat of his tongue.
Timberlake chuckled as the tongue and wet mouth began to stir a second rise from him. "I guess once wasn't enough," he cajoled as he closed his eyes and lost himself in the section and twists of Lachey's full lips around his lengthening, firming shaft.
Chicago;
Josh Mathews was just finishing up a spot with John Cena to be shown the following night on Monday night raw. Since it was pre taped for the matches, Cena was dressed for a match, nude save his jock strap and wrestling shorts. Matthews was dressed in a suite with tie.
"That's a wrap," the director announced.
The crew began cleaning up while Cena and Mathews gathered up their duffel bags and made their way from the auditorium toward the exit and parking lot.
"Damn," Cena uttered, "I'm glad that's over."
"Yeah," Mathews agreed. "At times this shit can be tedious."
"Yeah," Cena chuckled. "It doesn't help that I've been tense all day."
"Rough night?" Mathews teased. He knew that Cena and some of the other wrestlers had a late night partying the night before.
"Nah," Cena shrugged, "just pent up." Cena glanced at Mathews with a grin. "No what I mean?"
Mathews chuckled. "I figured that you'd have no problem there." Hell, Mathews wouldn't have minded fucking around with the stud. "You must have bitches falling at your feet every city you go."
Cena shrugged. "I get my fair share of the action," with chicks.......and dudes. He glanced at Mathews. The blonde twink was a sexy little hottie. He wondered if Mathews fucked around.
"Come on dude," Mathews scoffed. "You're one fine looking dude," Mathews colored at the slip. "At least all the babes think so," he amended.
Cena grinned thinking about the cute blonde riding his cock with his tight bubble butt. "You think so?"
"Dude," Mathews pressed, "I see the reaction of the chicks in the crowd every match you have."
Cena stopped abruptly. "Yeah," he turned and looked at Mathews steadily, "but do you," he emphasized, "think so?"
Mathews shifted his weight from one foot to the other. He wasn't quite sure what his response was supposed to be. "Uh yeah," he shrugged, not quite meeting Cena's intense gaze, "sure. I'm not blind, I know a good looking guy when I see one."
Cena's gaze traveled Mathews lithe muscular frame. "I do too," he offered in a husky tone.
Mathews frowned in confusion, "yeah well......"
"Yeah," Cena remarked lowering his hand to his boner and rubbing it for Mathews' observation, "well?"
Mathews looked down to Cena's large masculine hand and clearly saw the boner tenting his shorts. His throat convulsed as Cena continued to rub it. He raised his gaze to Cena who was smiling wickedly.
"W......where? W.....when?" The words croaked from Mathews dry throat.
"Here," Cena murmured low, "now."
Mathews looked around the hallway in confusion.
"Come on," Cena instructed as Cena turned around and walked back down the hall.
"But the crew," Mathews argued though he followed, his hard cock like a magnet directed to Cena.
"They're probably gone," Cena shrugged. "Come on," Cena chuckled thinking of Mathews butt riding his cock again. "Don't pussy out on me."
Mathews followed Cena through a door and up a staircase that led to the seats over looking the auditorium. Mathews looked down upon the empty auditorium floor.
"Strip," Cena ordered.
Mathews looked at Cena sharply. He was still a bit worried about discovery or intrusion.
"Come on," Cena cajoled, "I wanna' see that hot ass."
Mathews nodded and slowly undid his belt buckle and then slipped the zipper of his slacks, popping the button open. Cena watched him intently as Mathews pushed the slacks from his waist down his lithe legs, bending to tug them over his shoes. Cena grinned at the red bikini briefs that barely concealed Mathews hefty cock. Mathews stood upright and hesitated.
"Now the panties," Cena propelled.
Mathews gripped the waist and tugged them down, stepping out of them when they pooled on the floor. Mathews plump hard cock sprang free. It was a light pink with a rosy pulsing shaft head.
Cena stepped closer. "Let me see that ass."
Mathews turned slightly offering up his jutted smooth bubble butt. Cena palmed one of the cheeks with his large hand. Mathews shivered at the contact.
"Nice," Cena squeezed the cheek.
Cena stepped back and shucked his shorts and the jock strap freeing his steely blue veined boner. Mathews looked at it in awe. It was a bit bigger than his own but just as thick. Cena sneered in invitation as he moved down to a seat and kicked back, his shaft pointing nearly straight up.
"Come take a ride on this," he invited Mathews.
Mathews gulped. Nothing like a cut to the chase. Mathews moved to Cena, his butt already tingling with anticipation for that big cock.
to be continued.....