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.
NOTE: With the holiday week approaching, there will not be a posting of Lance's Search next week. Never fear though, it will return in two weeks.
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If you have any comments, please e-mail them to bjluver@gay.com. Otherwise, enjoy the story.
BJ
Previously on Lance's Search...
Lance's tears exceeded his eyes' capacity to hold. He didn't know what to say. The truth of what Justin said stung. Why is it that Justin knew him so well, yet they weren't madly in love with each other? Isn't this the level of intimacy that makes marriages successful?
Justin sat down next to Lance and put his arms around him. The sight of his friend crying brought tears to his eyes as well. They held each other in silence for several minutes, each lost in his own thoughts, but drawing comfort from the closeness of their bodies.
"You know I'll always love you," Lance said.
"And I you," Justin whispered back. "And I you, my friend... forever."
Chapter 20
Mid morning the next day, the telephone rang at Lance's house. The first ring barely raised a stir between the two young men soundly asleep on the bed. With the second ring, Lance cracked open his eyes and turned over to reach for the source of the jarring noise.
"Hello?" Lance answered while attempting to rub the sleep out of his eyes with his free hand.
"Hey, wake up there, sleepy head!"
"Josh, is that you?"
"In the flesh. Got back in town yesterday, don't you remember me telling you?"
"Uhh, yeah. Yeah, I do."
"So, what's up?"
"Don't know. I haven't been awake long enough. You sound chipper, especially for the morning."
The lump on the other side of the bed finally stirred. "Who is that?" Justin said.
Lance clamped his hand over the receiver and silently mouthed "JC."
"Chipper? Don't know about that, but I'm sure eager to catch up with everyone. How soon you gonna be up and about?"
"Well, I'm up now, so I guess not too long. You planning something?"
"Not anything in particular. Thought I might stop by and see you. I tried to call Justin, but he either must be in really deep sleep or he spent the night at some hot babe's place. Have you seen him?"
"Justin?"
"Huh?" Justin groggily replied as if Lance had spoken to him. Lance put his hand over Justin's mouth to keep him quiet.
"Yeah, seen him?" JC asked again.
"Uhhh, well, actually, Justin spent the night here...in the guest room, I mean. I'm not sure if he's up yet or not."
With that statement, Justin decided he'd get back at Lance for putting his hand over his mouth. Justin whipped his cock out of his boxer briefs and immediately it sprang to full attention.
Lance just shook his head with a smile. "I take that back, it seems like he is up, I think I hear cartoons on the television."
"Yeah, that's gotta be him. So, OK if I come on over?"
"How soon were you thinking?"
"Well, I could leave in about 15 minutes, be there in 20 more. Oh, hey, I'll stop on the way and pick you up something for breakfast."
"That would be cool, thanks," Lance replied while he watched Justin begin to jerk himself off there on Lance's bed. "See you in a bit."
"Later, man."
Lance hung up the phone and turned his attention to Justin. "What are you doing?"
"After all this time and you still have to ask?"
"I know you're jerking off, dumbass, but we don't have time for that now. Josh is coming over and we both need to get cleaned up."
"Wanting to save yourself for JC?" Justin taunted.
Lance gave Justin a friendly shove. "No, you perv. We just need to get moving."
"Well, I ain't moving until I can empty my balls. Otherwise I'll have to walk funny all day. Besides, I know that bulge in your underwear isn't from a soft cock."
"Maybe it is."
"In your dreams, Bass. In your dreams."
"OK, I'm hard. Watching you whack away has an effect on my dick."
"Then let's both start jerking. First one to cum takes a shower first."
"Argh! OK. OK."
And with that, Justin and Lance both lowered their underwear down their legs and kicked them off onto the floor. Hands were flying fast. These were not going to be the long, slow jerk off sessions they were used to. This was a contest. Who could blow his load first? The boys looked over at each other, first eyeing the other's face, then watching the other's cock being worked over. Seeing Justin jerk off still excited Lance. It added to the pleasure. But that sight wasn't quite enough to put Lance over the top before a white geyser exploded from Justin with some of the precious fluid landing on Lance. The younger boy's eruption triggered one in Lance as his back arched off the bed and a wave of relief washed over the blond.
"I win. Be sure I have a clean towel waiting for me when I get out of the shower," Justin said with a big smile plastered across his face as he hopped out of bed for the bathroom.
"Yeah, I'll have a towel waiting for you, buddy, but it might not be entirely clean," Lance replied menacingly.
To be continued...