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, JC Chasez and any other member of a boy band that might appear in this story. 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.
I'm sure you all know that the Boy Band Story Awards nominations are going on. Go to the site and nominate your favorites, then don't forget to vote when that time comes around.
If you have any comments, please e-mail them to bjluver@gay.com. Otherwise, enjoy the story.
BJ
Previously on Lance's Search...
Lance and JC were taken by an Epcot manager to an upper floor of one of the World Showcase buildings and then led outside to a recessed area. The boys were able to look down over the lagoon without being seen by the gathering crowd at the lagoon's edge.
"Wait until we tell the rest of the guys about this spot. Man, this really rocks," JC said.
"Yeah, but what makes it special is who I'm sharing it with," Lance said as he reached out and grabbed his boyfriend's hand. JC smiled widely and looked deep into Lance's eyes. The staring might have continued for hours were it not for the beginning of the program. They continued to hold hands and watched the fireworks, lasers and lights do their magic. As the finale began JC leaned in toward Lance and aimed his mouth for his boyfriend's. As lips touched, passion flowed. The deafening sound of the fireworks were barely noticed by either man. They separated their lips when the applause began below them.
"What do you know," Lance whispered, "they are cheering for our kiss."
JC laughed, then said, "Let's go home. I want to make fireworks of our own."
Chapter 34
Lance and JC held hands for much of the ride home, only breaking the contact when Lance needed to use his right hand for steering. Few words were exchanged. He glanced over at his boyfriend whenever possible. He could tell JC was looking at him most of the time. The facial muscles needed to produce a grin were getting a major workout.
They arrived at Lance's house. JC had not even questioned the destination. His house or Lance's, he hoped that eventual there would be just one house - "our" house. They walked into a dimly lit building, still hand in hand most of the time. Instead of reaching for an electrical switch, Lance picked up a lighter - one of those long types with a trigger. He lit a nearby candle. The two then continued into the house. Periodically Lance would light another candle or an oil lamp.
"Can I get you anything?"
"You."
Lance chuckled. "Besides that?"
"Something to drink?"
"Alcohol or something else?"
"No alcohol. I don't want anything to cloud my memory of tonight."
The two kissed gently. "How about some bottled water then? Straight from the fridge."
"Perfect," JC said. "Except for that straight part."
Lance just laughed and gave his man another kiss. "Be back in a moment."
On his way to the kitchen, Lance popped a CD in his player and put the volume on low. It was a mix of songs Lance put together. It was gentle, emotional music. Soundtracks, background music and such. Mood music for lovers, Lance thought. He brought back the water and the two tapped the plastic bottles together in a toast. After a few drinks, the boys put the bottles down and reached for each other.
They embraced standing up, looking into each other's eyes. The heads began to tilt and the eyes shut as their lips met. Once again Lance felt as if bolts of electricity were flowing throughout his body. He tingled all over. He felt JC's tongue snaking its way into his own mouth, in search of its partner. The two tongues entwined. Lance thought that every one of his taste buds was about to go on overload, yet he wanted more.
He could feel JC tugging at his shirt, loosening it from the restrictions of Lance's belt and pants. Then he felt two hands on the bare flesh of his back. The blond singer reciprocated. Soon he was running his fingers up and down JC's back. He couldn't remember touching skin any better. After a few minutes, JC began to remove Lance's shirt. He did it one button at a time - exasperatingly slow for Lance, yet all the more enjoyable because JC took his time.
Once the shirt and wife beater below were removed, JC moved his mouth down Lance's chest, kissing and licking. JC made a trail for the left nipple, which was already as hard as an eraser on a new pencil. The older boy's tongue traced circles around the nipple, then flicked the protruding flesh. A moan involuntarily escaped Lance's mouth. He was enjoying this. JC began sucking on the nipple and gently biting. Then suddenly his mouth left the left nipple, the tongue making a direct path to the right nipple, where the process was repeated.
Lance could wait no longer to remove JC's shirt. He had wanted to take his time, just like his boyfriend had done, but he needed JC's bare chest, and he needed it quickly. Now it was Lance's turn to taste and tease JC's chest and nipples. He also went lower, using his tongue on JC's belly button. He began to follow a trail of hair downward, but JC pulled him up into a kiss that seemed to last forever.
"Let's go to your bedroom," JC growled seductively.
Lance grabbed the hand of his eager companion and led him to the closed door of his bedroom. He and Justin had spent many nights here together, but this time was so much different. That was about sharing carnal knowledge with a great friend. Tonight was going to be about love and truly giving over one's self to another.
He opened the door and entered a room barely lit by a small candle-like lamp on his dresser. The bed was neatly made with fresh sheets - satin - on it. Once in the room Lance kicked off his shoes and JC followed suit. Their attention returned to each other. The duo resumed their exploration of each other's mouths. JC deftly unbuckled Lance's belt, unbuttoned his pants and undid the zipper. The slacks fell to the ground around Lance's ankles. He stepped out of the pants, then turned his attention to JC's pants. Only Lance went down on his knees first, reaching up to undo the belt, the button and finally the zipper. This goal accomplished he manually lowered JC's pants inch by inch. He could clearly see JC's erection straining the cotton of his boxer briefs. He helped JC step out of his pants, then took off each of JC's socks.
His eyes gazed back up at the bulge. His hands soon followed. He lightly rubbed the underwear. Even that slight touch caused JC to gasp. Lance began rubbing more forcefully then turned JC so his back was to the bed. Slowly Lance's hands reached up to the elastic band of the boxer briefs, stuck some fingers into the band and began tugging. He let the waistband slide slowly over the engorged cock, until it sprang to life.
Lance was mesmerized by what he saw. He thought it was beautiful. Perfect even. It appeared to be about the same size as his own and straight as could be. He was cut with a large head. Lance looked up at JC's face with a big grin, then he pushed his boyfriend back, forcing him first to sit on the bed, then recline back. Lance finished removing JC's boxer briefs. His right hand grabbed the base of the pole, giving it a couple of strokes. Then Lance leaned over and stuck out his tongue. He first licked the head, then bathed the entire piece of meat with his tongue. His mouth returned to the head, then with one movement, he took almost all of JC's dick into his warm, wet mouth. His lover writhed in pleasure.
The blond singer's head began to bob up and down. He was loving every moment of this. He could tell JC was totally enjoying the workout his mouth was providing. Knowing what pleasure he was giving made the experience all that much better for Lance.
After a few minutes, Lance felt JC's hands on his head, pulling him off his cock. "It's my turn now." With those words he sat up and made Lance stand up. He quickly pulled Lance's boxer briefs down. A huge smile was plastered on JC's face as he got his first look at Lance's manhood. But he wasted no time in grabbing the cock and then lavishing it with his tongue. Lance was finding it difficult to stay standing, but he didn't want what he was feeling to ever stop. He moaned loudly when JC's entire mouth suddenly engulfed his cock. "Oh, Josh!" was all he could say. He placed his hands on JC's shoulders to balance himself.
After what seemed like an eternity, JC pulled Lance down to his bed and onto his back, all without taking his mouth off of Lance's precious piece of hardened flesh. Then he took his mouth off of the cock. He didn't back away though. He began using his tongue again on the inner thigh and the ball sac. Lance wasn't sure what JC was planning when he raised up his butt a bit, but certainly wasn't going to ask questions.
Then it happened. JC's tongue traveled to Lance's crack. It honed in on the puckered hole and began to lap at the entrance. The sensation was so powerful that Lance began to quietly whimper. His body was putty in JC's hands - or tongue as the case may be. With each flick of the tongue Lance went deeper and deeper into a state of nirvana. After a few minutes of this, Lance quietly whispered, "Make love to me, Josh. I want you in me."
JC looked around. As he expected, Lance had left some condoms and a tube of Wet sitting out nearby. He reached for the lube first, coating two of his fingers. Then he inserted one finger into Lance's waiting hole. Lance was in heaven. JC didn't wait long before inserting the second finger. JC could feel Lance's prostate and made sure to stimulate it as much as possible.
"Jase, take me please. Make love to me."
JC removed his fingers then went to put on the condom. After rolling it down over his highly charged cock, he put a liberal amount of Wet on the condom. He looked into Lance's eyes. There was love in them. Pure love. "You sure about this?"
"More sure of this than anything in my life. I love you, JC. I want you to be a part of me. I want to feel us becoming one."
"I love you, James. Please stop me if I'm hurting you or going too fast."
"I will, my love."
With that, JC raised up Lance's legs. He placed a pillow under the small of his back, then had Lance's lower legs rest on his shoulders. The head of JC's cock sought out the entryway. When it reached its mark, JC began to apply some pressure. Lance winced a bit as the head made its way past the outer ring of muscle.
"You OK?"
Lance bit his lip slightly and shook his head. "Keep going. I need you inside of me"
JC slowly resumed his downward pressure. He could tell Lance was hurting, but those green eyes kept encouraging him. Finally JC's pubic hairs touched Lance's skin. He was all the way inside his lover. He could tell Lance's body was trying to adjust for this intrusion. Yet at the same time, JC never felt more alive and whole. He was connected to his lover in the most intimate way possible. He leaned in his head until his lips touched Lance's. They kissed briefly, then longer and more passionately.
After a few moments, Lance began bucking his butt. JC took it as a sign and began slowly retracting his cock. When his head nearly reached the outside world, he thrust back inside his man.
Lance was consumed by the passion. His lover was joined to him. His prostate was being rubbed by JC's cock. He encouraged JC to quicken his pace, a request the older boy was all too happy to oblige. The bed began to squeak as flesh began to slap against other flesh repeatedly. Lance had barely touched his cock, but he could tell he was on the verge of an orgasm.
"Oh God, Lance. I'm about to cum."
With those words, Lance began stroking his own meat quickly. Within a few seconds his own orgasm began. The muscles in his ass began to contract hard on JC's cock as his own juices began to flow. JC began to buck with wild abandon. Both of the boys were cumming at the same time, emitting low but loud guttural sounds from their mouths. JC filled the condom with several squirts. Lance sprayed all over both of their chests.
Then, JC collapsed on top of Lance, the semen on their chests mingling now. Both boys were breathing hard. After a moment, Lance whispered, "I love you."
"I love you too, James. With all of my heart."
The two began kissing. Not the heavy kissing of before, yet just as passionate. After a couple of minutes, JC began to slide out of Lance's ass. With a popping noise, it came out all the way. The two giggled hearing the sound.
"How are you doing?" JC asked.
"Good. Really good. Although there's sort of a feeling of emptiness without you inside me."
JC smiled broadly at his boyfriend. "I think we better clean up a bit, my love."
"Shall we shower together?"
"That sounds like a great idea."
To be continued...