the club was packed.  even though justin was techinically still underage, the bouncer recognized him and his friends, and, like a thousand times before, justin slipped into the dark and smokey club without incident.  the change of plans consisted of the five of them going to a long, quiet dinner downtown -- where justin had plenty to drink -- before heading uptown to this club, one of chris and lance's favorites.  justin liked it here, too, though the buzz from dinner was helping with how he felt about things.  at that moment, he liked everything.

they found a table near the back and plopped down.  jc and joey got up to dance right away, and chris went with them as soon as he found something new to drink.  lance fetched justin and himself a couple of beers, and as lance went to sit down next to justin, justin suddenly said, "let's dance."

"you're asking me to go dance?" lance asked, realitively incredulous.  "me?"

"yeah, you, so c'mon let's go dance."

"but justin, i..."

"shut up, poofu, i wanna dance with you, so let's go."

lance stopped arguing and let justin, a little unsteady on his feet, lead him to the dance floor.  for a minute, all lance could do was watch his friend, who was such an incredibly gifted dancer.  lance, too, had had a few drinks already, and he felt himself getting hard watching justin.  later, he whispered to himself, now is not the time, but then justin wobbled a little and lance caught him in his arms.  being that close to justin sent a sudden rush through lance's entire body.

"do you wanna go sit down, justin?" he asked justin, looking him over with concern.

"no, lance, dance with me."  justin wrapped his arms around lance and continued, "it's my birthday and what i want is for you to dance with me."

that didn't take much coaxing.  "ok, birthday boy, you win," lance laughed, and justin let his head rest on lance's shoulder as the older boy held him close.  they swayed like that together for a few songs, then justin was ready for a little rest.  lance was, too, and his crotch was aching for having justin so near and yet so far.

"later," he whispered to himself aloud, and this time, justin heard him.

"what's later?" he asked, his eyes all questioning innocence.

"you'll see," lance whispered, and he allowed a smile to cross his lips.  justin looked confused, but asked no more questions.  "you'll see," lance said again, and justin nodded.

it wasn't long before jc and joey stumbled back to the table.  chris followed close behind.  joey leaned close to lance and asked, "do you think it's time?"

"time for what?" justin querried, but they ignored him.

"yeah, soon, i think.  who's driving?" lance asked.

"not me!" justin slurred.

"it's time," said chris, looking at justin, "but i can't drive."

"no one has to drive, guys," jc but in, "i called for a limo a little while ago."

"nice going, joshey, that was a smartey thing to do!" chris clapped him on the back.  they had all had a lot to drink.

"happy birthday, juju beans," jc said to justin, who grinned his sunshine grin.

"juju beans!" he exclaimed, "i like that!  what are my other nicknames?"

"bounce," joey offered.

"and sunshine!" lance added.

"i like cream puff," jc said.

"don't forget curly," chris said.

"and sexy tush."  that was lance.  he couldn't help himself.

justin looked at lance and pouted, which made lance even harder, and then justin started laughing.  soon they were all laughing until tears streamed down their faces.  then the barkeep came over and told jc that the limo was there.  they all tried to sober up, but it really wasn't working.  they all stumbled out to the limosine holding onto each other and laughing laughing laughing.  when they all piled inside, lance told the driver to take them to jc's house.

"my house?" jc asked, his face blank.

"don't you remember the plan?" lance asked, poking his ribs.  that made jc giggle, and soon they were all giggling again.

"oh the plan," jc laughed.

"what plan?" justin asked.

"the plan, juju beans curly bounce," joey slurred, " is to take you to jc's house and..."

"joey!" lance cut him off with a poke in the ribs.  "don't make me poke you in the ribs again!"  that made them all laugh even harder and they laughed the whole way to jc's.  when they got there, justin was positively giddy, but the others had come down a little bit.  the plan was going perfectly.  lance helped justin out of the limo, and the other three followed them.  jc opened the front door, and they led justin inside.

after the door had been shut, justin suddenly announced, "whoo whoo whoo, my head is spinnnney!" and he started to slump to the floor.  lance caught him in his strong arms and held him close so he wouldn't fall again.  "spinnney spinnnney spinnney..." justin continued to mumble.

"why don't you come upstairs with us and lie down for a little bit, bounce?" jc offered.

"sounds good," lance said for justin, and he carried the birthday boy upstairs.

in jc's room, everything had been prepped just right.  his king-sized bed was made with silk sheets and candles were scattered about the room.  joey, impressively the most sober of the fivesome, lit the candles while lance laid justin down in the middle of the huge bed.  jc pulled off justin's shoes and tossed them aside, then he took off his own shoes and crawled onto the bed next to justin.  "happy birthday, bounce," he whispered softly in justin's ear, letting his hot breath tickle down his friend's neck. then, softly, slowly, he follow the trail his breath had made with his lips in soft, gentle kisses.

as jc kissed justin's neck, and before justin could say anything at all, lance curled up on the other side of the birthday boy and pulled justin's earlobe between his lips, nibbling on it a little, moving his earring around with his tongue.  lance was instantly hard at the taste of justin's flesh, and he hoped things would move along quickly.  justin had had him hard for most of the day.  then lance ran a hand through justin's curls, and only one thought flashed through his mind: finally!   those curls, though short, were incredibly soft -- they felt like silk to lance, who thought he could lose himself in justin's hair forever.  pulling his lips from justin's ear, lance, too, whispered, "happy birthday, justy."

" 'justy?'  lance, i like that.  and i like what you and jc are doing..." he speech was less slurred, more sure of itself, and much more breathy.

"do you like this?" lance asked, brushing justin's lips with his own.  he pulled back so justin could answer.

"yes, lance, i like it.  do it again."  so lance kissed justin again.  with the fire of a thousand suns burning inside him, he kissed justin who mewled and panted and whimpered beneath him.

though lance and jc weren't paying them any attention, chris and joey were not just going to watch jc and lance work on justin.  joey knelt on the bed next to jc, who was still kissing all over justin's neck, and ran his fingers lightly over the bulge that had formed in justin's brand new jeans.  justin moaned into lance's mouth when joey's fingers touched him, so joey touched him again.  he rubbed him, through his pants, in slow circles, tying to massage away the ache he knew had to be there -- he felt the same ache in his own pants.

then chris snuck his hands into the mix and worked on the button-and-zipper system holding justin's pants on.  it would've been a lot less complicated if he hadn't been drinking all night, but he had, so chris struggled a little.  finally, jc, lance, and joey all stopped what they were doing, which cause justin to let out a pitiful whimper, but they all helped get justin's pants off, which drew another moan from the birthday boy instead.

joey went back to massaging justin's swollen cock, now through the fabric of his boxer-briefs, chris continued to undress justin, pulling his shirt off over his head.  lance got lost in justin's curls again, running his fingers through them and burying his face in them.  he was in heaven.  once chris got justin's shirt off, jc began running his lips and tongue along other places on justin besides just his neck.  he worked on his friend's shoulders and his nipples, then his belly button.  the skidmark on jc's chin tickled justin as he licked him, and justin half-giggled, half-moaned at the sensation.  then jc licked down justin's trail leading into his boxer-briefs and justin groaned for real.  all four of them stopped and looked down at justin, sprawled across the bed, eyes closed, almost naked.

"joey, jc, chris, lance..." justin panted.  they were all impressed he remembered their names.  "don't stop!"

justin's four lovers exchanged a look, and a smile, then all four immediately got back to work on him.  they shifted so that each could have a new piece of the birthday boy: lance got to work kissing along the insides of justin's thighs, licking him and driving him nuts, chris played with justin's diamond earrings with his tongue, adding a few gentle nips and bites along his friends neck and shoulders, jc licked back up his friends chest and nibbled at justin's nipples until they were hard little peaks, then he continued to plant kisses back down in the direction of justin's cock, and joey took over when lance had left off, kissing justin deeply, his scruffy beard tickling justin's chin and driving him nuts.

actually justin could not figure out which of his friends was driving him nuts.  in his somewhat hazy condition, his senses were certainly all being bombarded at once.  his thoughts were scattered and varied: god, lance's fingers in my hair and chris's strong hands on my body and his tongue in my ear, my god, and joey's hands on my cock and his lips on mine and his tickling beard, and jc's lips and lance's kisses, my god my god my god it's all so gooooood and all i wanna do is cum will they let me ever?  please please please.

"please..." the birthday boy whimpered out loud, and lance, unable to wait any longer, granted a part of justin's wish.  he kissed his way up justin's thighs and after quickly pulling off justin's boxer-briefs, he caught the boy's cock in his mouth.

justin grunted.  the others all positioned themselves to watch.  their hands remained on justin, but their eyes were glued to lance.  lance quickly lost himself in his birthday present to justin.  he ran his tongue over justin's balls, pulling them into his mouth, sucking on them gently before moving his tongue up to justin's shaft.  he licked the length of him twice, the swirled his tongue around the tip of justin's erection before sinking his mouth down on him and really going to work.  as lance swallowed justin's cock, jc slid a hand down and cupped justin's balls, rubbing them gently.  joey took one of justin's nipples into his mouth and nibbled, gently once again, and chris captured justin's lips with his own.  a moan from justin snuck past chris's hungry mouth when lance let his teeth gently scrap the underside of justin's cock.  somehow justin got his arms out of the tangle of bodies and he got his hands into lance's hair.  as lance sucked him, justin fucked lance's face, his body a tingling, alive, electric mess.  then, all at once, justin's four lovers really set in to make the boy cum, and he did not disappoint them.  he came loudly, panting and screaming right through chris's hot kiss.  lance drank him in, swallowing every birthday drop from justin, and after justin's softening cock slid from his mouth, he licked his lips wanting more.

"happy birthday, bounce," lance whispered, but justin could still only pant.

when justin recovered his voice, he whispered, "someone needs to fuck me.  i don't care who, i just need to get fucked.  please."

"the birthday boy should get what he wants, don't you think, guys?" lance asked, looking around.

"absolutely," jc answered, "but who should do the honors?  i don't think he can take all four of us."

justin groaned.

"i didn't mean at once, j."

lance laughed and said, "i think the prospect of each of us fucking him in turn is still a little much."

then justin spoke up.  "i didn't say that," he said softly, and lance's eyes grew wide.  would they really all get a piece of him?  my god...

jc looked incredulously down at the naked, just-barely 21-year-old justin lying on his bed.  "you sure about that, curly?"

he looked at jc and whispered, "i'm sure that i want it."

"then let's give the boy what he wants!" chris declared.  "can i be first?"

jc laughed.  "sure, you're the oldest.  go first."

"oh my god," said justin, "i'ma get fucked."

"damn straight," chris said, taking down his pants.  his cock was long and hard from the night's excitement.  jc handed him a tube of good ol' k.y. jelly and chris lubbed himself up.  justin swallowed thickly as he watched chris stroke himself.  he wanted him now.  justin thought he would cum again as worked some of the lubricant around justin's tight hole, trying to get him ready for what was to come: chris, lance, joey, and jc all wanted in.  then, just when justin didn't think he could take any more teasing, chris slipped the head of his cock into justin's ass.

"oh. my. god!  justin!" chris squealed as he slid a little further in.  "does it hurt, baby?"

"no," justin panted, "not really, i want more!  please...  fuck... me..."

chris let him have it.  he gave one hard thrust and his cock disappeared into justin.  "uhhhhh," chris growled as he slid in and out of the boy's tight ass.  he only made it about three and a half strokes before he exploded inside his friend.

justin slid a hand down to his own growing erection and stroked himself as chris pulled out of him.  a sly smile spread across the birthday boy's lips.  "who's next?" he asked.

the remaining *nsyncer's nearly tripped over themselves trying to get at justin.  "me me me," wailed joey and jc in unison, their cocks already out and hard and ready for justin.

they each fucked justin -- one and a time, of course -- joey hard and fast and eager and quick, jc long and slow and teasing and delicious.  both came faster than they wanted to, and without making justin cum again, but they knew justin would cum when it was time.  soon only lance was left.

"lance?" justin asked, "you want me?"

"do you want me?" lance asked, "it's your birthday."

justin's voice dropped down a notch and he said, "yes, lance, please fuck me."

"anything for you on your birthday, justin."

"hey, you said my name right."  justin smiled at lance, and lance felt the room get a whole lot warmer.

"like i said, anything for you on your birthday."

lance dropped his pants and got his cock ready to fuck justin, who had gotten up onto his hands and knees.  he turned his ass around toward lance, whose eyes grew wide and glassy as he checked justin out.  the view was incredible.  "like what you see, lansten?" justin purred, now almost totally sober.

lance could only nod.

"then fuck me," justin demanded, and lance did as he was told.  as he pounded his friend from behind, he reached around and stroked justin's cock, milking him in the same rhythm as he was fucking him.  both boys soon neared climax, and as lance's hand made justin cum, lance shot his load deep into justin.  both collapsed onto the bed in utter exhaustion.

justin lay there, covered with sweat and all sorts of other things, sobered up, totally spent, and totally happy.  "thanks for the birthday party, guys.  way better than last year.  and look!  i survived!"

"we wanted 21 to be special for you, justy," lance whispered.  "that was the plan."