Welcome to "Lance's Search," a multi-chapter exploration of a young man discovering himself. As much as I would suspect otherwise, I have no actual proof of the sexual orientations of Lance Bass, Justin Timberlake or JC Chasez. Consequently anything you read in this story is the product of the mind of its author. That said, this story attempts to take a realistic look into the thoughts and feelings of a guy as he discovers the pains and the joys associated with loving his fellow man... or his fellow band mate as the case may be.
If you have any comments, please e-mail them to bjluver@gay.com. Otherwise, enjoy the story.
BJ
Previously on Lance's Search...
He was the first member of the group to return for the night. Lance desperately hoped Justin would be back, but knew his arrival was probably still a couple of hours away. He decided to leave a message with the front desk, asking Justin to give him a call when he got in.
He decided to lie down on the bed and wait for Justin to return. But Lance's eyelids began to droop. Eventually they shut tight. The next thing Lance knew, he could hear his telephone ring.
Chapter 14
Ringing startled Lance. He snapped awake, but just barely, like he was in a fog. He recognized the sound of his room telephone. He reached over for the receiver, noticing that he was still fully dressed. "Hello?"
"Hey, Lance, what's up?"
"Huh?" Lance responded, still trying to wake up in his darkened room.
"You left a message to call you as soon as I got in."
Suddenly, Lance remembered. "Oh, yeah. Hey, Justin. What time is it anyway?"
"About 2:30. You OK?"
"Yeah, yeah, I'm fine I think. Just a really weird night."
"You want me to come down there and talk about it?"
"I don't know. I mean... yeah, sure."
A couple of minutes later, Justin was down in Lance's room. Despite the late hour and a night out dancing, the young singer still looked handsome enough for a photo shoot. Quite a contrast to Lance's appearance. "You been sleeping in those clothes, man?"
"Yeah, I guess so. Just kinda zoned out after getting back here."
"So what happened after your early exit from the club?"
"You'd never believe it," Lance responded, then wondered to himself just how much he should tell about his excursion. He made his way back to the bed. Both of them propped up the pillows against the headboard and sat down.
"Try me, blondie."
"OK, well, uhh, after leaving the club, I sort of wandered around some. I saw this guy and decided to see where he was going."
"Wow, Scoop, stalking a guy?" Justin laughed.
A little embarrassed, Lance responded, "Yeah, I guess I was, sorta. Usually it's the other way around, isn't it? Well, anyway, I ended up following him to a gay bar."
"Man, Lance! Even I haven't been to a gay bar."
"Well, trust me you haven't missed much, from what I could tell."
"So you meet any hot guys and get their phone numbers?" Justin said with a giggle.
"No, smartass. Although I talked to one guy you'd like. He was dressed just like Britney."
Justin was rolling in laughter. "You met a drag queen. That is so funny."
"Yeah, except I didn't realize it at the time, I just thought 'what an ugly woman.'"
"Come on, I want details, more details."
"I didn't actually stay there long. It felt like everyone in the place was staring at me."
"What did you expect, they all wanted a piece of your cute ass."
"Shut up!" Lance said as he playfully pushed Justin over. Justin's body sprang back to bump Lance's then came to rest with Justin's head on Lance's shoulder.
"It was just really weird. Lots of guys dancing with each other. Lots of suggestive dancing," Lance said, thinking about the body movements he saw on the dance floor.
"Well, apparently you liked what you saw."
"Why you say that?"
"Cause little Lancey there is tenting up your pants big time," Justin said as he grabbed the bulge and squeezed. "Looks like you could use a little relief there, buddy."
Lance glanced over at Justin's crotch and noticed a similar state of arousal. "Looks like I'm not the only one," he said while making a grab of his own.
Somewhere in the back of Lance's mind, he knew this shouldn't go any further tonight, but his hormones were getting the best of this argument. He looked right in Justin's eyes. Justin looked back and flashed one of his trademark grins. Lance couldn't help himself. When Justin's lips moved closer to Lance's face, he moved his head forward in anticipation. Their lips locked and immediately both tongues attempted to invade the other's mouth. It was hard and passionate kissing, full of the fire of youthful lust.
It didn't take long for four hands to begin exploring. Lance could feel the marvelous sensation of Justin's hands all over his body, yet he wasn't sure which was more intense, the feeling of Justin's hands or the pure erotic pleasure of his own hands caressing Justin's body. It didn't take either pair of hands long to remove clothing from the other boy. The two didn't even linger over the sight of each other stripped down to their underwear. Those articles of clothing came off just as fast as the rest. Each craved the other's cock badly.
Just a couple of days ago, Lance had never sucked on a cock. Now, instinctively he moved into a 69 position where he could lavish Justin's rod with his tongue while Justin did the same to his. Lance's right hand grabbed the shaft of Justin's cock and pointed the head to his eager tongue. There was some precum leaking from Justin's cock. Lance licked up the fluid. It was his first official taste of Justin's precum. Lance had tasted his own many times and found it tasty and erotic at the same time. While Lance loved the taste of his own precum, he found Justin's to be even better - sweeter, he thought, or at least more enjoyable.
After devouring the clear liquid, his tongue played with Justin's slit and then headed for the ridge on the topside of this wonderful piece of manhood. He flicked his tongue rapidly all along the ridge, eliciting moans from Justin. Lance let out a large moan of his own when he felt his cock going into Justin's warm, wet mouth. The feeling was so intense that Lance stopped working on Justin's cock... but for just a moment.
He too wanted a cock in his mouth. He opened wide, being careful to shield his teeth from the skin of Justin's shaft. Then Justin's cock head disappeared into Lance's mouth. He played around with it a little before pushing forward, getting more of this prize into his mouth. This was pure ecstasy. A cock in his mouth and his in the talented mouth of Justin. He savored every stroke and every taste. The hotel could have gone crashing around them and Lance wouldn't have been distracted from his pleasure.
Lance could feel the orgasm building in his body, yet his mind wasn't so much on his own cock as the one in his face. His pace increased as his passion mounted. He moaned out slightly that he was getting ready to cum and heard a similar report from Justin. The breathing grew more rapid for both young men. Then it was like an explosion in Lance's groin. He began to violently squirt his seed into Justin's mouth, but even through this he kept his mouth going full speed on his partner's dick. The ferocity of Lance's orgasm combined with the attention Lance was giving his cock sent Justin over the edge as he began to unload his ball sac of sperm.
Unlike Lance's previous experience at taking a load in his mouth, he was prepared and hungry. He greedily wanted to taste and swallow every drop of the thick white fluid coming from Justin. He continued to bob his head up and down while taking the precious liquid. All this while he was coming down from the high of his own orgasm.
And then, each of the boys relaxed. Mouths loosened their grips on the other's cock in favor of taking in more oxygen. Their heads rested on each other's thigh. Lance wasn't sure how long they stayed like that. It could have been just a moment or an hour, but eventually Justin began to stir and positioned his body so they were once again face to face.
Justin broke the silence, but barely with his quiet, exhausted voice. "You mind if I just crash here for what's left of tonight?"
Lance certainly didn't have the strength to disagree. He just smiled and shook his head yes. The two cuddled and fell asleep in each other's arms.
To be continued...