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. It's been kinda slow on the feedback lately, so if you're reading the story, I'd like to hear from you. Otherwise, enjoy the story.
BJ
Previously on Lance's Search...
JC and Lance swam around for a while then got out to enjoy the lounge chairs where they allowed the sun to dry them slowly. Not a lot of conversation during this time, yet Lance didn't see any reason to fill the void. The silence was comfortable. Just lying there with JC in a chair a few feet away had its own calming effect. It seemed as if JC was feeling the same thing with a grin on his face.
When Lance closed his eyes, he still had visions of JC. Sights from this day and other days. But the ringing of the telephone rudely interrupted the dreams. Lance had forgotten to bring a phone outside, so the blond made a dash to the house. When he returned to the pool, he told JC the other guys would probably be arriving here in about an hour.
"Time to head to the kitchen then. Last one there gets garbage detail," JC shouted as he sprinted for the door.
"Hey! No fair," Lance said as he tried to catch up. But even though he lost the race, Lance couldn't help but smile.
Chapter 24
The pool party at Lance's ended up being just the right thing for all five members of NSYNC. They were relaxed and having fun just being together without worrying where they were or the location of crazed fans or the media. It was just the guys. Even after all these years of working together as a musical group, the boys genuinely liked each other. Sure, near the end of a tour they could get annoyed with each other, but that never changed their basic love for each other.
JC helped Lance prepare the food for the evening. It was good quality time for the two. Doing a lot of the work before the others arrived left them more time to mingle. Justin kept trying to get Lance off to the side. He wanted details. He wanted to know what happened since he left earlier in the day. Justin was being very persistent. But Lance kept putting him off, telling Justin they would talk about it the following day.
Late into the night, or early in the morning, the party broke up. Chris took JC home. Justin hung back, but he too eventually left for his own home tonight. He whispered to Lance as he left, "I'm calling you tomorrow, buddy, and I'm going to expect to hear everything."
"I'll tell all that there is to tell. Not spending the night here?"
"No, thought it might look a little odd. But why don't you tell me just one thing about today before I leave?"
"Good night, Justin. Why don't you just stop by tomorrow instead of calling though."
"Kewl. See you tomorrow." The invitation put a smile on Justin's face. He knew Lance had his sights on JC, but it was assuring to know that Lance still wanted Justin to be a part of his life too.
Lance was dead tired. Most of the mess in his house had been cleaned up, but the rest would wait until morning. He was ready for bed. He headed up to his bedroom, making a pit stop in the bathroom. Then he started to slip out of his clothes, there in the same place he had started to change into his swim trunks in front of JC. That episode still bothered him. It sent JC off to the bathroom to change, and then he locked himself up in there for several minutes.
Lance was sliding his shorts down his muscular legs when the telephone rang.
"Hello?" Lance answered tentatively.
"OK, I was thinking, you know as late as it is, it's already tomorrow, Scoop."
"Justin, what are you doing?"
"Give me a break, I'm trying to stay awake while driving home."
"OK. I'm sorry. So what did you want?"
"Just give me one big happening of the day. I'm dying to know something."
"I told you we'd talk about it tomorrow, or I guess it would be later today now."
"Oh, come on, throw me a bone here."
"Later today."
"OK then, so what r u wearing?"
"What am I wearing? You turning this into phone sex?"
"Hey, never tried that before. Could be interesting. Takes safe sex to a whole new level. So what are you wearing?"
"I'm down to my boxer briefs. There, you happy?"
"So, you're OK telling me you're wearing only your underwear, but you can't tell me anything about today, or rather, yesterday?"
Slight pause.
"If I tell you one thing that's bothering me about today, will you let it go until later?"
"You bet. So tell me all about it."
Lance certainly had enough experiences today to share, but he decided to tell him about the one that was bothering him - the changing scene. He told Justin about how JC went off to the bathroom to change and didn't come out for several minutes. He told him how it sounded like he was bothering JC when he shouted through the bathroom door that he'd meet him downstairs.
Justin started to chuckle. It was that knowing kind of chuckle, when someone finds it funny that you don't have a clue about what's really going on.
"What? What are you laughing about?"
"Lance. You really don't know what happened?"
"Apparently you think you know."
"Well, let me put it this way. The two of you were in your bedroom. You started to take your clothes off. JC had to excuse himself to use your bathroom where he stayed for several minutes, even after you had gone."
"Your point?"
"What do you think JC was doing all that time in the bathroom?"
"No. No way, man."
"Way. He was jerking off. It's so obvious. You were undressing in front of him. He probably popped a boner, but didn't want you to see it because he's got no idea that A) you're gay and B) you've got the hots for him."
"You are just making way too much out of a trip to the bathroom."
"That's possible. But I doubt it. Hey, I'm nearly to my place. I'll stop by later. Much later actually. I'm tired."
"Yeah, me too. And Justin?"
"Yeah?"
"Thanks for calling. It means a lot to me."
"Mr. Kind and Considerate here. I'm heading into the driveway. Have a good night, James."
"You too. Good night."
Lance hung up the phone and stared aimlessly for a couple of moments. He was trying to digest Justin's theory about what happened earlier in this very bedroom and the attached bathroom. Lance shook his head, shut off the lights and got into bed.
While the body was tired, the mind was racing. He began to picture in his mind what JC might have done in his bathroom, just a few feet from his bed. Meanwhile his hands instinctively moved toward his own crotch. Through the cotton fabric of his boxer briefs, Lance began rubbing his cock, which was taking on blood slowly but surely.
Soon, Lance was sliding his underwear down his legs. When they got to his ankles, he kicked them off to the floor. He was horny. The vision of JC jerking off kept flashing before his eyes. His right hand moved to the base of his fully erect cock. He wrapped his fingers around it and began to lightly move his hand up and down, gently touching the sensitive nerves in the skin without pulling it. His fingertips danced around the head. A surprising amount of precum had already formed at the slit. He wiped it up with his middle finger from his left hand.
Lance began to bring that left hand up to his mouth. He wanted to lick his finger dry of the sweet fluid. But for some reason, he changed course. As his right hand took a firmer grip on his dick and the jacking began in earnest, Lance turned his body slightly to his right side. His left leg went up, bent at the knee. JC was still on his mind. Jerking off in his very own bathroom. But now in this fantasy of the mind, JC was asking Lance to join him. To play with him.
The middle finger coated with some precum began to explore the terrain of Lance's crack. It was a new sensation for the young man. Not that he had never touched his crack before. He wiped it out with toliet paper after taking a dump. He cleaned it when he was in the shower. But this time, this was different. It was not a matter of necessity his finger was there. This was pleasure, pure and simple. Still whacking away on the boner with his right hand, Lance's mind seemed to be operating on autopilot.
Then the finger came across an area that was extremely sensitive. The skin gave way under the pressure of the finger as it sank slowly into a hole. Before he knew it, the hole swallowed his finger just past the knuckle. The finger took on a life of its own. It began moved around in a circle, pushing slightly on the walls of this warm hole.
Lance's breathing pattern was different. His head tilted back and moved side to side. The eyes were shut tightly. The mouth was wide open. A person only seeing Lance's head would not have been able to determine whether he was in pain or pleasure. But Lance knew. This was pleasure like he had never experienced before. The sensation of this one little finger inside him was pulling him over the edge of ecstasy. His middle finger slid partially out of the hole, only to re-enter with a companion - the index finger. The sides were stretched even more. Lance felt an instant of pain, but pleasure replaced that quickly.
The two fingers worked together to explore the insides when suddenly they both found a magical spot. Lance let out a slight whimper as his head moved back and forth even quicker. His right hand accelerated.
"Oh my. Oh God," he gasped. "Arrrrrghhhhhhh!" Semen blasted through his cock and his hole slammed tight on his two fingers. His body had been lifted up by his feet and shoulder blades as every part of his body seemed to shake.
The orgasm began to subside. The body renewed contact with the bed. Suddenly, the sensation created by two of his left fingers turned from pleasure to discomfort. He extracted those digits from the hole. And then for an unknown amount of time - it could have been minutes or it could have been hours - Lance lay there still, staring up at the ceiling. His mind was still racing, but his breathing was returning to a more relaxed pattern. By now, Lance was numb. It was as if all the nerve endings in his body went to sleep after an intense workout. And yet, the main thing that kept popping up in Lance's mind was JC.
To be continued...