This episode was written with the help of my reader Adam, who wrote one of the bits in this episode.
Episode 8 Boys Gone Wild
-Justin! Justin! Did you touch my collectable edition of Spiderman #1 again?- Adam was screaming crazily.
Justin lazily opened one eye.
-Adam, it's 5 am. Why aren't you sleeping?-
-How can I sleep when your fingertips are all over my comic book?!-
Justin was grateful to Adam for letting him bunk up in his apartment after his fight with Ryan, but really, he had been there a week and all that Adam had been doing was shouting and give him instructions "not to touch that comic, it's precious, and oh, you can use the computer, just remember to run a virus scan afterwards, because if something happens to it, I'd have to kill you".
Justin was starting to think that maybe it was better to make up with Ryan, just so that this way he could have his room back. I mean, Adam had grown up to become a very close friend to Justin, but he was the worst room-mate in the world.
Not only he wouldn't let him touch anything, but he was also full of strange obsessions. They could only eat bread shaped like a leaf (it was something to do with Lord Of The Rings) and stuff that resembled food from LOTR or Star Trek.
Also, Friday nights belonged to Dollhouse, and so Justin had to stay in complete silence all day. And not just for one hour. No. Adam did a marathon all day before the new episode.
But Justin wasn't the only one having a hard time. Every frat guy on campus was having a hard-time, hard being the keyword.
No alcohol and no condoms led to no parties and no sex. So everyone was horny out of his mind, but no-one more than the guys from Beta Zeta house, who were known to be quite the sex fiends.
Tom Welling, who usually thought more with his cock than with his brain, was literally going crazy. His already short attention span was getting even shorter: now he couldn't stay focused on a single thing for more than three seconds without thinking "Boobs. Pussy. Sex. Sex. Sex."
Mark Salling, who had used to fuck one or more different girls every night, had jerked off so many times after Britney's election that his hand was starting to hurt.
Paul Wesley hadn't even masturbated (he was religious, but for some stupid reason –or maybe just because he was a horny bastard- he thought that while masturbation was a sin, sex with a girl could be forgiven), and his balls were about to bursts.
Chad Michael Murray, who was even horny before Britney's election, now was literally going crazy. He couldn't think of anything, but sex and cocks.
That's why when Rihanna and Paris came to his door to ask him to form with them the most unlikely alliance ever to stop Britney, he decided to help them.
Chapter 20
Starring: Justin Timberlake
Ryan Phillippe
Rihanna
Britney Spears
Chad Michael Murray
Paris Hilton
And... Chris Evans
Also starring: Tom Welling, Mark Salling, Paul Wesley, Adam Brody
-So... Ree, you want to collaborate with me and Paris? But you hate us!- pointed out Chad.
-Britney needs to be stopped, and we are the only one who can do it. My intelligence, your skill with evil plans and Paris'... Mmm... Paris, what are you useful for?-
-I'm good at sucking cock.-
-It could always be useful. So, Chad, will you join us in our sacred crusade against Britney Spears?-
Chad didn't even have to take his time to think about it.
-Course I will! Let's destroy that twisted religious bitch!-
Rihanna smiled.
-Great. What do we do?-
-What? You don't have a plan?- Chad was surprised.
-Well... Our plan was asking you. I mean, you always come up with something.-
-Yeah. Okay. I just need time to think about it.- replied Chad.
The truth was, Chad was too horny to concentrate. He really tried to come up with a scheme in the following days, but he could only think about sex.
"Just after Chris nothing in my ass nothing seems substantial anymore" he thought.
Chad was horny. All the time, back when Chris was pounding his ass regularly he had rejected it, but now that was all over, he just seemed to be continuously, determinedly... Needing. Mind you he had always been a bit of a cock hound but after that run of up to 5 rounds a day. He felt empty,
Of course he does have his various toys, butt plugs, dildos, vibrators unfortunately he had never been able to get his hands on anything over the seven inch mark. He even tried experimenting, using cucumbers, or carrots but they where cold and nothing compared to the soft texture of a throbbing cock.
But as Chad always does, he had a plan, he decided that what he really needed was a big cock, a Really Big Cock to rid him of this constant frustration. And if he just skewered himself on it once, maybe, just maybe he could move past this. He'd done some quick research and soon discovered that really there was only one candidate. He looked to the back of the class and found his target. Tom Welling, sitting at his desk legs spread, Chad was in front and below him so he could see very clearly...
–Wow- tom was staring at Paris next to him who seemed to have misplaced most of the buttons of her blouse. He laughed to himself "this is going to be easier than I thought, this guys so dam horny he'd probably be hard over Adam Brody"
-Paris, what are you even doing here? This is a course for juniors!- Chad sat between her and Tom.
-I just wanted to show Tom what he was missing since he cheated on me with that Britney bitch.-
Paris had just said that, when two students in front of them turned and gave them a concerned look.
-You shouldn't speak about Britney like that...- said one, who Paris recognized as once-popular-now-forgotten Mandy Moore.
-She could hear you...- said the other one, Mandy's best friend Adam Richter.
-She's got spies everywhere.-
-You shouldn't even mention her name...-
-Maybe her agents are already on their way to get you.-
-Oh, puh-lease, I'm not scared of that badly dressed skank!- laughed Paris, just as professor Hopkins walked in.
-Ooh, lesson, boring. Bye bye.- she walked away wiggling her butt.
Tom stared at her ass open-mouthed.
-Hey. You're drooling.- Chad gave Tom a slight pat on his cheek and lip.
-Sorry. It's just... I can't believe I gave up that ass for Britney. She's not even that pretty.-
-Hey, don't worry, we all make mistakes.- Chad winked –Actually, mistakes are what make life fun, don't you agree?-
-Aren't mistakes wrong?- Tom was confuse
Chad rolled his eyes. Trying to verbally flirt with this guy was useless, he didn't have enough neurons to sustain a conversation.
Meanwhile, Paris had walked out of the class and was on her way to the bathroom to found some random girl powdering her nose whose self-esteem she could destroy with a few sentences. That was always fun.
She kept on thinking about what Mandy Moore had told her... What a moron. She was Paris Hilton. Nobody could touch her... Well, unless they had her permission. In that case, they could touch her A LOT.
But even though she was quite sure that Britney could do anything to her, she couldn't completely shake this eerie feeling... And then she heard stealthy steps coming from behind her.
She turned around and saw two girls, dressed with a micro-top with a cross on it and a mini-leather skirts sporting a picture of a saint right on the pussy-spot. They looked like the porn version of nuns. It was the outfit for Britney's lackeys.
Paris screamed.
-We don't want to hurt you! Unless we need to.- there was an evil sparkle in the girls' eyes. Then they jumped on Paris and knocked her out.
Mark Salling and Paul Wesley were hanging around the house, seeing sex references everywhere.
-That armchair totally looks like a pussy.- Paul pointed at an old leather chair that looked like a lot of things, but a vagina really wasn't one of them.
-And i don't know how I've never noticed how much the tv looks like a pair of boobs.- noticed Paul, rubbing his crotch through his jeans.
-Britney's lackeys burned my stash of porn. I don't even have anything to jerk off with.- said Mark, caressing the pussy-armchair .
-You should be thankful. Masturbating is like spitting in god's face.-
-Mark, you fucked a nun inside a church! During mass!-
-Well, they have sex with god, don't they? So in a way, it's like having sex with god.-
-Well, and don't you also think that if he didn't want us to masturbate he wouldn't have given us a penis, a hand and porn?-
Paul had never thought about it that way, but Mark was right. Maybe not jerking off was going against God's will.
-I need some lube...- thought Paul out loud.
-More so, we need some porn.- sighed Mark.
-Well... I have my history of art book, Britney's lackeys didn't take that away, and it's full of sexy nudes.- suggested Paul.
-Then what are we doing still here?- Mark started running up the stairs to his and Paul's room, and Paul immediately followed.
Once there, they immediately started going through the pages of the book, their hands stashed in their pants.
-Mmm... I can't believe I never noticed how hot Botticelli's Venus really is....- Mark grabbed his dick inside his underwear and gave it a good stroke.
-And look at the Monna Lisa...- moaned Paul -Wouldn't you just love to fuck that mouth?-
-And I'd like to tap that hot, firm ass...-
-Mark, that's Saint Sebastian. He's a man.-
Mark blushed and hastily turned page.
-Well... Hello, ladies.- he was looking at Manet's Breakfast On Grass.
He unzipped his jeans and was about to take his cock out when Paul stopped him.
-What are you doing?- he asked him.
-Praying. What does it look like I'm doing? I want to jerk off!-
-With me here?- Paul was uncertain.
-So? We're both guys, and it's not like you haven't seen my junk before. And I've fucked so many drunk girls while you were in the bed next to mine...-
-Yeah, me too.- agreed Paul -Plus, there was that time we had a threesome together with that Paris Hilton.-
-So we both agree there's nothing to be ashamed if we jerk off together?- Mark asked, and Paul nodded.
-This way you can also give me some tips. You know, it is my first time doing this kind if stuff.- added Paul.
-Well, first lesson: let's take off our pants.-
Mark began by taking off his shirt and his jeans, sporting a pair of a tented checkered boxer shorts.
Paul followed, more shy and a little reluctant, remaining just in his white boxer briefs.
Mark sat on Paul's bed, where the history of art book was lying, and took his cock out of his underwear.
It was cut and quite big, not Tom Welling big, but with his eight inches it was well above average.
He started slowly and gently stroking it.
Paul just stared at him at first, like hypnotized, then took out his cock as well.
He was "only" six inches, and uncut. He also nervously stroked it, looking and copying Mark's movements.
-No, no, you're doing it all wrong, you pull too hard, it looks like you want to rip it off.- Mark instructed his room-mate, and stroked his cock very slowly so that Paul could register his movements.
-No, no, god, you're such a klutz, here, let me show you.- Mark grabbed Paul's dick and started stroking it with the expertise of years of practice.
Paul moaned loudly and had to stop himself from coming right there.
-Feels good, right?- asked Mark, stroking Paul faster.
-Y-y-yeah...- managed to pant out Mark.
This was better than any handjob a girl had ever given him.
-So, that's how you do it.- Mark let go of Paul's cock and started jerking off himself again.
Paul also jerked off, simulating what Mark had done to him.
-Fuck, know what? Just my hand isn't enough anymore. It's going to take me ages to cum.- whined Mark.
-Well... We could switch...- suggested Paul in a shy whisper, wanting to feel Mark's hand again.
-What do you mean?-
-You know... I jerk you and you do me.- explained Paul.
-That's kind of gay.- Mark was esitant.
-But you jerked me off before!- reminded him Paul -Cmon! A hand is a hand!-
-Well... I guess it is better than doing it by ourselves...-
To convince him completely, Paul grabbed Mark's big cock and gave it a few good thugs.
Mark moaned loudly, and then sighing deeply he grabbed Paul's throbbing dick.
They panted and moaned as they pleasured each other.
-God... I need so much a good fuck right now... What I would give for a hot, wet mouth...- Mark closed his eyes, enjoying the hand on his cock.
-Or a nice pussy...- continued for him Paul.
-And there's nothing like a tight ass....- ended Mark.
-Too bad there's nothing we can do about that.- sighed Paul.
-Well... Actually...- Mark opened his eyes and gave Paul a sly grin -You have a ass. And I bet it's tight.-
-What? No, I'm not going to let you fuck me!- said Paul, but didn't let go of Mark's cock nor pulled away. Actually, Paul's cock was harder than ever and precum was starting to form on the head.
-How about a challenge then?- asked Mark.
-What do you suggest?-
-We continue to jerk off each other, and when one of us cums, it means he loses, and the winner gets to fuck him...-
Paul thought about it. Sodomizing was a sin, and there was the risk of being the one getting fucked, but the thought of having a tight ass around his cock was too much to resist.
-Okay, I agree.- he said finally, and started stroking Mark as fast as he could.
But Mark was sure he was going to win. He had years of experience in jerking off, he could make Paul come in two seconds if he wanted to.
He decided to start by gently exposing Paul's cockhead and rubbing it. Paul shivered and Mark knew that he was going to be his bitch soon. He took a peek at Paul's ass. It was smooth and firm. Good.
He passed to the second stage: he grabbed the whole cock and stroked it with increasing speed.
Paul knew he was about to cum. He tried to stop by thinking of things that repelled him: his grandma in the nude, spiders, mathematics... But he knew he was getting closer every second.
He realised there was just one thing left for him to do.
He closed his eyes, then, before Mark had time to realise what he was doing he bended on the bed and took Mark's cock in his mouth.
He managed to get only the head and less than a few inches before he gagged, so he just jerked it off, flickering his tongue around the head.
Mark at first wanted to push him away, but the feeling was too good, so he laid back and just enjoyed it. He knew that it was wrong, and also that it was going to make him lose, but it felt too good to stop.
Plus, he thought that he could pull away before he came.
What he hadn't considered was that Paul was a very quick learner. In no time, he had already six inches down in his throat and was furiously bobbing his head up and down.
He was trying to block out the knowledge of how wrong and disgusting it really was and trying to be as good as a cocksucker as he could.
"Just think that this way you're going to fuck his ass" thought Paul to himself.
Thinking of Mark's ass, Paul decided to check out the mercancy.
With one hand he was cupping Mark's balls, and with the other he decided to explore Mark's lower body.
He caressed his slightly furry inner thighs, then slithered under Mark's ass, feeling it and massaging the firm cheeks.
The combined feeling of Paul's mouth on his hard cock and Paul's hand on his body was almost enough for Mark to cum, and feeling his balls tighten he tried to pull away, but Paul did something unexpected.
He pushed his finger right inside Mark's tight virgin asshole.
Surprised and turned on out of his mind, Mark moaned and cummed in Paul's mouth, who immediately took the cock out of his mouth and spitted the cum on the bed.
-What the fuck?! You could have told me you were coming.- he said, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.
-I should be the one complaining, I'm the one who's about to get fucked!- Mark laid on the bed completely spent, his cock softening.
-Yes, you are.- Paul grinned, and looked at his price laying on the bed.
-Turn around.- he commanded.
-You know, I think that sucking me off was cheating...- tried to protest Mark.
-You came, I win. Now turn around.- Paul grabbed Mark by the legs and forced to flip over, so that he was laying on his stomach, his asshole exposed.
-Just... Be careful, ok?- Mark looked worried for the first time since Paul had met him.
-Shut up, bitch.-
-Hey, I agreed to get fucked, not to be treated like a ho.-
In response, Paul pushed him further on the bed, and, holding his own cock with his hand, he pushed the head inside the tight hole.
Mark screamed.
-Are you out off your fucking mind? At least lube me up or something!-
Paul reluctantly pulled his cock out, then he licked his finger and thrusted it inside Mark's ass.
-So? How is it?- he asked his receiving friend.
-Actually, it's not that bad.- admitted Mark.
-Good.- Paul pushed another finger in and not knowingly, he hit Mark's prostate for a second.
Mark couldn't help but moan.
-You like that, uh, you faggot? I think you're ready.- Paul took his fingers out and placed his cock at the entrance. Grunting, he pushed the first inches in. It was tighter than any pussy he had ever fucked.
He gave Mark some time to adjust before he slowly pushed in the rest of his cock in, until his pubes were touching Mark's ass.
-Wow.- he said, thrusting slowly and laying completely on Mark, so that his stomach was touching Mark's back.
-Don't be a pussy and fuck me already. Let's get this over with.- demanded Mark through his teeth.
-You asked for it.- Paul started to really pound his ass, pushing him further into the bed.
Now they were both groaning and moaning, even Mark, who was finding the experience weirdly pleasurable. Actually, it was so good that his dick, grinding against the mattress, was harder than ever.
-Yeah... Yeah...... Take it, bitch.- Paul's balls were slapping against Mark's ass, making a clapping sound.
Needing to touch himself, Mark propped himself on his knees. Paul was more than happy to fuck him doggystyle.
Mark just jerked himself off a couple of times before cumming on the bed, moaning loudly.
-I never thought you would like this so much.- Paul thrusted harder and faster, feeling Mark's anal walls clamping against his dick. It was just a matter of seconds before he came as well, filling Mark's ass with his boy-juice.
Exhausted, he pulled off and laid on the bed next to Paul.
-You've got my jizz drooling out of your ass.- he laughed, staring at Mark's bottocks.
-Thank god it's your bed.- replied Mark, looking at the stained sheets.
Slowly, they got down from their sex high and realized what they'd done. They both immediately jumped off of the bed and started collecting their clothes.
-You're so gay.- said Mark, putting on his boxer shorts.
-Hey, you're the one who took it in the ass and liked it.- replied Paul.
Mark just blushed.
-It was a dare. It doesn't mean anything.- mumbled Mark.
-Yeah. You're right. A fuck is a fuck, it didn't mean anything.- agreed Paul.
Then they dressed up in silence and left the house, both of them too ashamed to look at the other.
Justin was at lesson, but he was too lost in his thoughts to pay attention to what professor Evans or Rihanna next to him were saying.
-I wonder why Paris isn't at lesson.- said his best friend.
-Since when do we care about Paris?- mumbled Justin in response, who was trying to think of more important stuff, like whether or not his boyfriend (ex-boyfriend?) was a killer.
-You're right, she's probably shopping somewhere, and anyway, who cares.-
But Justin wasn't listening to Ree anymore.
What was he supposed to do? Tell the police about Reese's letter? But that was like accusing Ryan of being the killer.
"That's because he probably is." he tried to tell himself.
But still, he couldn't do something like that to Ryan unless he was completely sure. He decided that only one person could help him. Professor Evans. He was a criminology teacher, right? That meant he knew what to do in this situations.
He waited until the lesson was over, then walked towards the teacher.
-Hey, aren't you coming with me?- asked him Rihanna -Come at the house with me, we can think of ways to overthrow Britney together.-
-No, thank you, I suck with evil schemes, you go, I'll phone you later to know if you came up with anything.-
Rihanna shuggered and left, and Justin went to talk to professor Evans.
-I need an advice.- he told him.
-Okay, but please, just tell me it isn't something romantic, 'cause I don't know, you kids have mistaken me for Oprah or something, but really, I couldn't care less about your sentimental issues. No offence.-
-It's about the murder. I found a letter that Reese wrote the day before she died.-
-Wow. This sounds interesting, for once.-
-She sent it to my boyfriend. And never told me anything about it, so we got into a fight...-
-I knew there was going to be sentimental stuff.-
-So? What should I do? Should I tell the police about the letter? I don't thinks he is the killer.-
-Well, that's not up to you to decide!-
-But I... I have to be sure first.-
-Justin, you're acting really immature.-
-But I love him!-
-Here we go with the sentimental stuff again!-
Chad was coming back from the campus shops where he had just bought enough beer for an entire football team. He had to get Tom very drunk that night.
He needed to be very careful, he couldn't let Britney's lackeys find the bottles of alcohol and take them away, so he decided to pass through the corridors so thst he could hide between all the others students.
He was walking in front of the criminology room when he saw that professor Evans was in there alone talking to Justin Timberlake.
An evil, twisted idea came to his mind. How much would it hurt Ryan if his precious boy-toy was fucking someone else?
He was going to do something about that. But first, he had a Tom Welling to seduce.
He managed to get to the house without being discovered by Britney's lackeys and immediately hid the beer in his rooms, not wanting his brothers to find it. Then he got down to the living room, where Mark and Usher were playing Beer Pong, with peer juice in place of the beer.
-Hey guys, I need the house to myself tonight.-
-And I need a new jacket.- replied Usher.
-Fine. I'll buy you a new jacket!- compromised Chad.
-Cool. I'll go home to my parents, it was my dad's birthday anyway and campus is so boring lately.- Usher left the room whistling.
-So? What do I get?- asked Mark.
-I can give you beer.- whispered Chad, making sure nobody wa listening.
-Real beer? With alcohol in it?- There was lust in Mark's eyes.
-Oh yeah.-
-We've got a deal.-
-By the way, you know where Paul is?-
-Why would I know?- Mark blushed -It's not I must always know where Paul is.-
-Sorry....- Chad didn't understand the reason of that reaction -It's just... You always hang out together.-
-Not... Not always. Just... I mean, his my room-mate so I'm bound to spend some time with him...-
-Okay, fine, whatever, you and Paul don't always hang out together, I just wanted to know where Paul is. Now come and get the beer, then leave, I need the house to myself.-
Mark followed Chad into his room, but he was too nervous to think about his beer. He had acted so stupid. Chad couldn't suspect anything of what had happened between him and Paul, that was just a mistake and noone was going to find out about it.
It took a couple of hours for Paris to wake up. She was tied to a chair, inside a small, dark, empty room.
There was just a television screen and a dusty lamp.
-What the...?- she mumbled.
-Oh, you woke up, finally.- Britney appeared from behind Paris, grinning evilly. She was wearing a white drap, sandals and a thorn crown.
-Britney... What are you trying to do?- asked Paris, trying to break free from the ropes.
-Oh, Paris, my dear friend, there's no need to be scared, I just brought you here to show you the way of God.-
-Thanks, but I pass.-
-But you really can't. Can't you see I just want to help you? It's not too late to save your soul.-
-Know what? Burn in hell, bitch.- spat out Paris.
-You really leave me no other choice.- Britney shook her head and then turned on the television.
-AND THE HILLS ARE ALIVE... WITH THE SOUND OF MUSIIIIIIIC!- sang Julie Andrews on the screen.
-Nooooooooooo!- Paris' scream of horror filled the room.
So, another chapter after 2 months! The next one will be up soon, I promise! What did you think of this? Please send me feedback at cliomiao@hotmail.it