Nsync with My Premonitions

September 19, 2000 Derikab@hotmail.com *Nsync with my Premonitions-Part 3

This story is fiction and is not intended to imply anything about the true sexuality of the celebrities mentioned. If you are under 18 years of age, please leave now.

Having fallen asleep with the TV on, I had many strange dreams. I also had another premonition. I dreamt that I was on the tour bus with the guys and we were just leaving a city that they recently did a show for. I know that is wasn't Atlanta, because I know the layout of the city fairly well, and I didn't recognize anything in the premonition.

While driving down the road, I was sitting in the back of the bus while JC was asleep on the bed. The other four guys were up front horsin' around. Lance and Chris were sitting on the left side behind the driver and Joey and Justin were on the right. When I looked out the window, I noticed that we passed a blue pyramid of sorts. I couldn't tell exactly what it was, but it looked like a pyramid. Anyway, a minute later, we passed a statue of a man sitting on a bull with its two back hooves up in the air. The man's right arm was above his head and his body was leaning back as if to keep his balance and his left was holdin' the ropes tied to the bull.

Once we passed the statue, we were going through an intersection with the green light shining at us. As we continued to cross the intersection, the bus was hit from the left side head on by a white utility vehicle with a drunk male driver behind the wheel. He hit us so hard that the bus went flying to the right and tipped over on the side. After the commotion and the bus stopped moving, I noticed that three of the guys were killed in the accident. JC was one of them.

After someone pulled me out of the bus, I stood there looking at JC with tears trailing down my face. When he was pulled out, I ran to him and held his head on my lap, crying. I fell to my knees and started screaming 'why?' over and over. Like Nancy Kerrigan did after she got attacked. Throwing my head back, still screaming, a bolt of lightning flew across the sky.

"NO!!!!!!!!!!!" I screamed, coming out of my dream and sitting up. Somehow, I ended up lying on JC's lap during my nap.

"What?" JC asked with surprise. I looked around and saw the other guys staring at me as well with very wide eyes. I guess I scared them when I woke up. I got up and walked over to the pool table. I started crying quietly as to not alarm the guys. JC followed me anyway.

"Monty, what happened?" he asked, putting his hands on my back.

"I had another premonition," I said through my tears.

"Oh," was all he could say. He didn't know what to do.

He put his hands on my shoulders and turned me around. I buried my face in his neck and he put his arms around me and held me close to him. I felt safe. I felt wanted. I felt loved. For the first time in my life, I actually felt that someone other than my friends and family loved me. We just continued to stand there with my face in his neck and my hands around his waist while he used his hands to rub my back lightly. Every once and a while, he would bring his right hand up to stroke my hair to try to calm me.

When he did this, I only cried harder.

"It's OK," he kept whispering. He slowly started rocking me back and forth.

This did the trick. I slowly got my composure back.

"You wanna go sit in the café so you can get a drink?" he asked me.

I just nodded my head yes. I still couldn't speak. I was so scared of what I saw, I couldn't think straight. I walked with JC to the café and he told me to sit at one of the tables and he continued over to the drink station. Once there, he poured me a glass of tea, walked back and handed it to me. I slowly sipped the drink as I turned my tears off.

We both sat there quietly, when the other guys came in to check on me.

"You OK, Monty?" Justin asked.

I shook my head yes and said, "Yeah. I just had a bad dream."

"Did you tell him?" Joey said looking at JC.

"No. This doesn't seem to be the best time," JC responded.

"Tell me what?" I asked looking at JC's eyes.

"I'll tell you later," he said.

"Does this have anything to do with what you are going to ask me tonight?"

"Yeah. We'll talk about it then. Just relax. Everything will be OK."

I thought about what he said for a minute. Things will not be OK if I can't stop that premonition from happening. I just sat back in my chair and the other guys went back to the rec. room. JC asked if I was feeling better. I said yes and he grabbed my hand and asked if I played pool.

"Yeah, why? You feel like having your ass beat?"

"Well, maybe tonight. I just wanna play pool right now," he said, winking at me.

A big smile came over my face and I laughed at what he just said.

"C'mon," he said pulling my hand for me to stand. "I'll even let you break."

As we were walking, he put his arm around my waist, comforting me some more.

When we arrived at the pool table, I called next game. Joey and Lance had already started one and Lance seemed to be kickin' Joey's ass.

"Well, I guess you'll be playin' Lance then. I suck at this game," Joey said.

I just smiled while JC and I watched them play. Justin was dribbling the basketball and was moving defensively like he was playing someone. Then he jumped and slammed the ball through the hoop. Chris was next to the couch dancing. I guess he was practicing his steps for tonight's show.

"I'm gonna go shoot some hoops with Justin," JC said walking away.

I just continued to watch the pool game. Joey was really getting his ass whooped by Lance. He was good and he proved it to Joey. A minute later, I watched the 8-ball fall in the side pocket. Lance won the game.

"Damn!!" Joey said. "I told you I was no good at this game. I am going to play with them two. At least I can make the basket." He trotted over and snatched the ball from JC and threw it at the hoop. I looked over at Lance as Joey let go of the ball.

"You wanna break?" he asked. In the background, I heard Joey say 'nothin' but net'.

"Nah. You can break. You won the last game."

I took my position at the end of the table and stooped down and grabbed the balls and put them in the triangle. Once they were all there, I started swapping them around to get them in the correct 'solid-stripe' order. When I removed the triangle, I barely had enough time to move out of the way before Lance broke them up.

The balls went scattering everywhere, like a rainbow gone haywire. He got a stripe in left corner closest to him. He found another shot and lined up. He got it. He found about two more shots before he couldn't line up on another. He tried, but ended up scratching. I grabbed the queue ball and lined up on my solids. I was shooting one after another. I got down to the 8-ball, before I missed.

"I've got ya now," Lance said, looking at me with a smile.

"We'll just see," I said, smiling back.

Lance had three balls left on the table not including the 8-ball. He shot all three but scratched, again, on the last one. He turned away cussing. He couldn't believe he miss judged such an easy shot. Well, it was my turn to hit the 8-ball. The only problem was the 8-ball was behind the line in front of the pocket. I looked and wondered what I could do. Then I remembered when I was a kid; my father showed me a shot that I couldn't believe.

It was set up the same way. He told me to put the ball at the opposite corner on the same end as the 8-ball and aim for the other side of the table at a diagonal. Then hit it hard. He called it the "Around the World" shot.

It did just that. It went around the pool table, hitting three sides before striking the 8-ball and knocking it in the pocket.

I decided to give it a try. Looking at Lance, he thought that I didn't have any chance of winning. Well, I put the ball at the other pocket and remembered what dad told me. Hit it hard. So I did. After the queue hit the first side, I thought that I miss judged it, but after it hit the second side, I noticed that I lined it up just right. Did I have enough force behind it, though? When it hit the third side, it began to slow down. It was headed directly for the 8-ball but it was getting slower with ever inch it rolled. When it finally touched the 8-ball, it tapped it just enough to make it fall in the hole. I won. Lance just looked at me with his jaw gapped open.

"Good game," I told him. I just laughed to myself.

"I can't believe you just did that. I have never been able to hit that shot."

"Well, it just takes practice," I lied. I have never tried that shot before in my life. It was just luck.

The afternoon continued just about the same way. The guys were either playin' b-ball, pool or practicing. They all switched at one point or another and I got to play each of them at pool. I won most of the time, but Lance wanted a rematch with me and beat me.

The next couple of hours were OK. Thing went so well, that I forgot all about the premonition. At around 6:45, the guys started winding down so that they wouldn't be too tired for the concert. They all took a place on the couch or chairs and just relaxed for about half an hour. During this time, I just walked around the stage looking at the instruments and the layout. I walked the span of the bridge over the curtain and just looked around.

A little later, I heard the voice of man telling the guys that it was time for them to get ready. JC popped his head through the curtain and said," C'mon. We need to get started."

He held the curtain open for me and I followed him down the corridor until we were in the rec. room again.

"Where are we going?" I asked.

"Well, it's time for us to get our massage and grab another snack before the show starts."

"What time does it start?"

"About 9:00," he answered.

I looked at my watch. It was already 7:30. They still had a lot to do. Or so I thought.

JC got to one of those rooms that I passed making my way to the stage. Inside, there were two guys working on the boys. Chris and Justin were on the tables and the two new guys were giving them a rub down.

"Why are you getting a massage?"

"It helps loosen us up before the show. That way, we can dance better. We get one almost everyday." JC explained.

When the two guys were through with Justin and Chris, Joey and Lance hopped up next. They got their massage while JC and I talked. Eventually, everyone got in on the conversation in one way or another. Finally it was JC's turn. He pulled his shirt off and I just stared. I still couldn't believe how good he looked.

As the masseur was rubbing his back, he started moaning. I guess I looked jealous, because Lance walked up to me and said, " JC moans when anyone touches his back. That is his most sensitive spot. Don't let it get to you."

"How do you know that his back is sensitive?"

"One day he and I were wrestling and my hand slid up his back and he started moaning. I thought I hurt him, so I asked. He said that it didn't, but it felt great. So I touched it again and he went wild. He had to practically throw my arm off of him."

"Thanks for the tip," I said. "I'll have to remember that tonight." As Lance walked away, he smacked my ass. He knew what I was thinking.

Turning my attention back to JC, I asked, "Howzat feel?"

"Feels great," JC said through his moans.

"Would you like a massage?" the other masseur asked me.

Putting my hand up, I said, "No. Thanks though."

"Hey, no problem," he said as he folded his table.

A couple of minutes later, JC was through with his backrub and he walked passed me, nodding his head to follow. Which I did. Walking down the hall, he told me that they were going to wardrobe to get dressed. When we got to the door, the other guys were in their birthday suits changing. I looked around to see if anyone was in the room with us. When there wasn't, I said, "Well, doesn't' this look familiar?"

All the guys started laughing. I thought it was kinda clever. I usually can't make any cracks, but when I do have one, it is usually a good one. JC pointed at a chair in the corner and told me to have a seat. When I did, I just looked around the room at the naked bodies. WOW!!!! Here I was with *Nsync in the same room. NAKED!!!!!!! I was in heaven. I was trying to get a better look at each of them, but when I did, someone always caught me.

They just smiled and went back to their daily routine of getting ready.

I knew I could look at JC, but I was going to see him later anyway, I hoped.

Now was my chance to see the others up close, again. I may never get the chance to suck them off again.

When the guys finished dressing, there was a knock at the door. It was Sonya. She asked if I could come with her. I looked at JC and he said, "Go ahead. Enjoy the show."

He didn't kiss me, but then again, I didn't expect him to if someone else, besides the guys were around. I followed Sonya and she took me to the entrance to the auditorium from backstage.

"JC made me leave one seat open in the front row. You are in seat A25. It is directly center stage. JC also wanted me to tell you that you are welcome to come backstage during the break between sets. It's only about 10 minutes long, but you are more than welcome. If you do, just show your neck pack to the guards at the stage entrance. We'll see you once the show is over I'm sure."

"Thank you, Ms. Jenson,"

"Sonya, please," she interrupted. "Enjoy the show."

After she left, I walked out through a very tall black velvet curtain. When I did, two very big and very strong guards turned and looked at me. After they looked at me, I noticed the noise that this auditorium was producing. I could hear a lot of girls screaming. I showed one of the guards my stub and he pointed where my seat was located. As I was walking down the isle, I noticed there were quite a few guys in the audience as well. They weren't just dragged by their girlfriends, but they actually wanted to be there. I thought that was cool. One guy even had a sign saying, "I love you *Nsync!"

That took guts, but he was having a good time.

When I arrived at my seat, I noticed that I was on the isle. The isle was about 15 feet wide and I figured that it was going to be packed with girls trying to get a feel of the guys. The stage itself was pretty high from where I was sitting. It seemed about 20 feet up, but was, in reality, about 8-10 feet in height.

I sat there for about 20 minutes looking around and taking in the atmosphere, when I heard music start. Every girl in the building started screaming. "This was going to be long concert," I thought.

Well, the show started and the crowd went wild. I was enjoying the show, but was also paying very close to JC and the way he danced. Whenever it came time for the guys to buck their hips for emphasis, I noticed that JC bit his bottom lip. I was beginning to wonder if he did the same with me last night. I was going to find out tonight, if I get lucky enough and he's not too tired.

The break finally came around, but I decided to stay in my seat. I figured that it would probably be too much of a hassle to go backstage for only ten minutes. So I enjoyed the recording on the screen high overhead.

When the second half of the show started, they seemed more pumped of energy.

They put on an excellent show. During one number, JC kept saying he wanted to get closer to the audience. Well, the guys said they couldn't get any closer than the edge of the stage. Joey even acted like he was about to stage dive, but Justin stopped him in time. At that moment, the stage detached and they were heading down that 15-foot wide stretch of isle. As they were singing, they traveled half way down the auditorium and then came back. As they passed me a second time, JC looked down at me and lowered his hand. At this point, I was already standing up with the rest of the spectators. When he lowered, I reached up and grabbed his hand. There was a note in it. After grabbing me, he went and grabbed a few others as to not look too suspicious. Good thinking.

When I opened the note, he had written, "I missed you during the break. Love ya." Then he had marked three little x's at the bottom. I was careful not to let anyone else see. Luckily, they didn't. I slipped the note in my back pocket and continued enjoying the show.

During one of their latter numbers, JC just happen to be right in front of me. When he looked down, I smiled at him. He winked back. The girl next to me started screaming louder. I heard her tell her friend, "He winked at me. My God, JC winked at me." I was just smiling. I knew he hadn't, but I wasn't going to tell her that.

The show finally came to an end. It was the best concert that I have ever been to. They had so much energy. They made the crowd wild. I just sat there for a few minutes, letting the rest of the people file out in four lines, and then I went up the stairs to go backstage. When I reached the stairs, one of the guards put his hand up.

"If you don't have a pass, you can't come back," he told me.

I lifted my neck pack and showed him that I did, indeed, have a pass. He lowered his hand and told me that I was ok to pass through.

When I got backstage, I saw Sonya. She came up to me and told me that the guys usually had a little session with a select few of the audience after each show.

"How do you become one of these select few?" I asked.

"Usually the radio station that sponsor the tour takes care of that for us. We tell them we have so many passes to give away and they get winners and give them away. It's great publicity."

"I would suspect so."

Sonya led me to the rec. room where the guys were answering questions from their guests. People were shouting questions left and right. They almost sounded like reporters. One of the other road managers was there to try and help the situation by pointing to someone so that they could speak. Like the President does with his reporters. He pointed to a girl, who looked to be about 19 years old and had the straightest hair that hit the middle of her back.

When she did get to ask, her question was, "Are any of you taken? Romantically, I mean."

Justin said he wasn't, Joey said he wasn't. Chris and Lance agreed with the other two. JC said that, yes, in fact he was taken. He then glanced at me and I smiled. Not so big that anyone could see what he had done, but enough for JC to see it.

When the Q&A session came to an end, the crowd did their sighs of not wanting it to end and said bye to the guys. When Sonya started walking, I followed. There was one of the guards there to make sure that no one followed and he tried to stop me. Sonya told him that I was with the band and that it was OK. He let me pass, but didn't seem too happy about it.

Sonya led me to where the guys were changing back into their own cloths and I decided to wait outside until JC was through. Through the door, I thought I heard yelling, but just thought it was the guys talking about the concert.

The door opened and out walked the man that came and got them earlier and told them it was time to get ready. As he left, he gave me a look of hatred. I didn't know what to do, so I just stood there. As the door was closing, Chris got a glimpse of me and told me to come in. I placed my hands on the door and pushed it back open. When I walked in I looked at Chris and asked what was with that guy.

"He is our road manager and he's pissed."

"But I thought Sonya was your manager."

"She is the assistant," Justin spoke up.

"Why is he pissed? I thought the show was excellent. You all did a great job," I said, emphasizing the word great.

"The concert went fine. If it is a packed house, he's happy," Joey added.

"Then why did he give me such an ugly look?"

"Well, JC wants to ask you something and Tom doesn't like it," Lance told me.

I looked over at JC and gave him a puzzled look.

"Remember earlier when I told you that I had to ask you something?"

"Yeah," I said, nodding my head.

"Well, the guys and myself wanted to know if you would tour with us." Before I could answer he stood up and came to me.

Grabbing my hands he added, "You could be the assistant vocal coach and you could come to every concert and travel the country. You told me that you were at a job that you hated and that it was depressing you. Plus, you can go back into music. I mean you can help us with ours. We would really like for you to come with us. I would really like for you to come with us," he concluded.

I looked around at the others and they were just watching me for an answer.

"All of you guys want me to come? Be truthful!" I told them.

Each one said that they wouldn't mind if I came. They thought that it would be fun for me to travel with them. Lance added, "Plus, JC would really like for you to be with him, and now you can."

By now, JC was about to go crazy. He kept looking at me and repeating the word 'please' over. Like a child would do when he asked his mom if he could have a cookie before dinner.

"You better take him up on this offer," Chris said. "He never begs!" The other guys were laughing.

"If I said yes," I said looking at JC, "what about Tom."

"He'll listen to me. I'll take care of him. Just please come with us," JC pleaded one last time.

I was thinking of all I would be giving up. A dead end job, which I hate. Friday night drinks with Tony and his Mitchell at home. Other than that, there wasn't much else that I needed to think about.

JC was looking at me still waiting for an answer with his hand wrapped around mine. The others were still waiting, also.

"OK," I said. JC went crazy. The other guys went back to their changing.

"But, if you guys get tired of me, tell me. I will back off. I don't want to impose at all. This is your tour and I am just along for the ride. So, if I get on your nerves, let me know."

JC threw his arms around my neck and kissed me. "Thank you for coming."

"Well, I haven't yet. Maybe later," I whispered to him, smiling. He just kissed me again. "Finish changing. I'll be outside."

I turned and went through the door with it closing behind me.

When the guys finished changing, they all filed out one by one and headed for the bus. Each one smiling as he passed. JC was the last to leave. He had a bag in his right hand, which I grabbed from him and he put his arm over my shoulders. We walked on the bus and waited for the driver so that we could go back to the hotel.

The guys were stretched out all over the place. Lance and Justin were sharing the big bed in the back and Joey and Chris were sitting on one of the couches with their heads back and their eyes closed.

JC and I took the other couch. I sat down and he stretched out and used my lap for a pillow. I took my right hand and ran it through his hair as I did earlier. He grabbed my other hand and closed his eyes. About ten minutes later, the driver arrived and we were headed back to the hotel.

When we arrived at the room, my things were on the floor next to the door table. I went to grab them, but JC beat me to it. Lance spoke up and told everyone that he was going to bed. He was exhausted. The others agreed and turned for their rooms. Chris and Joey were in the room with the double beds and the other three had their own bed. When JC sat my things down in his room, he told me he was going to get his shower.

"Are you going to bed, too? Or do you have enough energy to have a little fun?" I asked with a smirk on my face.

"Well I thought we might fool around a bit."

"Then don't take a shower yet. You smell like pure sex, and you've gotten me hot and bothered.

"We could take a shower afterwards, then."

"Sounds great," I said, taking off his shirt.

He did the same to me and then went for my jeans. While he was doing that, my tongue started working its way on his neck and traced a line down to his chest. When he was done unzipping me, he stood back up straight and put his hands on my back. I worked my tongue over each nipple, lightly biting as I went. I left his nipples alone and went to his mouth. When we started kissing, he closed his eyes. I kept mine open to see what that spot on his back does, first hand.

I reached behind him and grabbed his ass. I slowly worked my way up to his shoulder blades and closed in on his spine. I wasn't sure where, exactly, on his back, so I was hunting with my fingers and hoped that I hit the spot.

I still had my eyes open when, suddenly, his eyes popped open and he exhaled a moan from deep inside. As close as we were, I could feel him get hard. I found it and now I was going to take advantage of it. I continued to tickle the sensitive spot until he couldn't stand it any longer. He got out of our position by lowering himself to my crotch. On the way down, he stuck his tongue out to taste my skin. When he reached my jeans, he slowly lowered from each side, grabbing my underwear with the jeans, until I lifted my legs and he threw them across the room.

He grabbed my dick with his left hand and pulled it upward and pumped it slowly. He then lowered his mouth on my balls and got them soaked. With his right hand, he had moved up my chest until his thumb and pinky were on each nipple. He put slight pressure on my torso, so I sat down on the bed and then fell back. I was in complete heaven. JC was starting those feeling that I never felt before last night. After about a minute, he took his tongue and slid it up my dick until he reached the top. He took the head in his mouth and boy, did it feel great. He lowered himself down my shaft until there was nothing left except JC's head coming out of my public hair. He pulled himself back up until just the head was still inside. Then he repeated the entire process over again.

A couple a minutes later, I was about ready to explode. I had to put my hands on his ears and pull him off of me. He was fighting me, but I ended up winning.

"What did you do that for?" he asked, as if I just took away his piece of candy.

"I was about to cum," I explained.

"Yeah. That was the point," he said still disappointed.

"Well, I wanna work on you a little first." I sat up and grabbed his underarms and pushed him to a standing position.

His shorts were elastic ones, so I just slid them down his strong, hairy legs. When I did, I noticed that he didn't have underwear on. That was fine for me. Less I had to fool with before unwrapping the package. When he sprang free, I immediately took his dick in my mouth before his shorts hit the floor. I sucked him like he had done me. Showing him how he made me feel, it wasn't long before he was pulling at my ears.

"About to come?" I asked, knowing the answer.

"Yes," he said, fighting the orgasm.

After the feeling had subsided, he said the he wanted to get in the 69 position. I told him that I was on the bottom this time. He didn't argue. I laid back on the bed and he walked around and climbed on top. When he got settled, his dick was hanging right over my mouth. He didn't waste anytime getting back on me, but I just wanted to look for a second longer. When I finally put him in my mouth, I could taste the sweetness of his precum. I was imitating exactly what he was doing to me, so that he could feel the same thing I was.

I was getting there. And fast. I had to will the pleasure to go away, it felt so good. One way in which I help that happen is by bringing my feet up to my ass and tense my leg muscles. JC found a way around that. He reached down and started to rub my asshole lightly with his fingers. He got one wet and started finger fucking me. I wasn't going to last much longer. I decided that he was gonna cum with me or at least not long after.

I started sucking faster and harder. He must have been getting close, because he started bucking his hips a little. With all that he was doing to me, I couldn't stand it any longer. I shot a blast of cum so hard in his throat that he almost choked. He retook control and started taking it all. He didn't miss a drop. Once my cum was all in his mouth, I could feel him swallow. After he did, he lifted himself into a kneeling position and started bucking his hips faster. Less than five second later, he was cumming in my throat. I had finally tasted the C to make the spelling of *Nsync complete. I took all of him in me and still wanted more. He came and came. His orgasm lasted for a good 30 seconds.

When he was finished, he fell back on top of me. His mouth fell within an inch of my dick. After getting his breath back, he took my dick back in his mouth and sucked the last bit of cum out of the shaft. I hadn't let his dick out of mine, but when he rolled off of me, his now limp dick fell out with ease.

He grabbed my arms and pulled me up and drug me to the shower. We were only in there for about 15 minutes because we were both exhausted after our little performance. When we finally got into bed, JC laid with his head on the pillows and I used his chest as mine.

As we were getting settled, JC told me once again that he was happy that I was going on tour with them. We started talking about what I had to do the next day or so and concluded that after the show tomorrow night, JC and I would leave for Nashville. Once there, we would go to sleep and finish things the following day. We were both satisfied with the plan and lay there ready for sleep to overtake us.

Out of the blue, JC broke the silence by asking, "Monty?"

"Yeah?" I asked back.

"What was your premonition about?'

I opened my eyes and thought for a second what to say. Finally I said, "When the time is right, I'll tell you. But not until then. You just have to trust me."

"I do," he said as he stroked my arm.

Seconds later, he started singing, softly.

"When the visions around you/ Bring tears to your eyes And all that surround you/ Are secrets and lies I'll be your strength/ I'll give you hope Keeping the faith when it's gone The one you should call/ Was standing here all along

And I will take you in my arms (Squeezing me tighter) And hold you right where you belong 'Till the day my life is through This I promise you This I promise you"

He continued to sing to me and as he did, I started tearing up. A lonely tear rolled its way from my eye to the end of my nose and fell onto his chest. His sweet voice was soothing and before he could finish the next verse, still holding me close, he had sung me to sleep.

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