Bad Smut
By Zaen
“Hey…JC?”
“What is it, Justin?
Can’t you see that I’m working?” JC said angrily as he furiously
scribbled in his third notebook for that day as the tour bus zoomed down the
highway.
“Um…nuthin.” Justin scrunched down in the chair of the
lounge and pouted.
“Ugh! You know I
can’t resist it when you pout!” JC said, throwing down
the pen and rubbing his carpal-tunnel wracked hand.
“I know,” replied Justin as he smiled through the tears
he’d shed just minutes earlier, when JC had snapped at him for beatboxing while he was working on a particularly tricky
stanza in his latest opus, “Digital Getdown 2: Magic
of Cable Modem.”
“So, what is it, J?”
“I…I don’t know…I…we…you,” Justin stammered as he looked
from JC’s shimmering steely blue eyes down his hard, lanky body. Justin licked his lips before he could stop
himself. He’d been having strange urges
regarding his best friend ever since he accidentally saw JC naked the
previous week. JC had stepped out of the
shower in his hotel room and tripped over the twenty or so notebooks—filled up
from only two days—he’d had strewn all over the floor. He’d squealed, and Justin had run in from his
adjoining room to see what the commotion was about, only to unwittingly catch sight of JC—naked—giving Justin a full view of little JC and
the Jaycettes.
Ever since then, Justin had been feeling strange around his Mickey Mouse
family member. ‘But I’m not gay!’ he
kept telling himself. ‘Just because I
fantasize daily about lick, lick, lick, licking JC from his head to his
toes—that doesn’t mean I’m gay!’ he repeated in his head, while his eyes
traveled over JC’s hard, ultra-lean body.
“Did…did you just say…‘I’m not gay’, Justin?” JC asked
with raised eyebrows. Justin turned beet
red and jumped out of his chair. But he
was stopped cold, unable to run away.
All that thinking about JC naked had caused Justin to have the biggest
tent in his pants he’d ever seen. Justin
was too embarrassed to even move. JC
looked at Justin’s crotch and immediately dropped his 6 subject, college-ruled
notebook.
“Justin,” he gasped.
Then he smiled. “Is…is that
for…me?” he said slyly as he stood up and moved the notebook from the floor to
the top of the ten others from the night before. “Hmmm?”
“Oh, Josh. I’m so
sorry. I didn’t want you to find out
like this!” Justin whimpered as he tried in vain to cover his growing
arousal. “I’m sorry. I know you’re straight!”
“I am?” JC asked, to no one in particular. He’d known he was gay for about three
weeks. Ever since he’d dreamt about
singing on stage with Barbara and Judy and Liza and
Madonna to an audience that consisted of ten thousand naked men, he’d
known. Though he’d never fooled around
with guys, been attracted to guys, or had romantic feelings for guys before, he
was absolutely sure he was totally gay from that night on. And he was sure about another thing, too.
“Justin,” JC said proudly. “I’m…I’m gay.”
“Really?” Justin squealed,
jumping up and down with joy, his tumescence flopping around wildly inside his
loose fitting sweatpants.
“Really,” JC said lustfully as he stood in front of
Justin and wrapped his arms around the younger man’s neck. “I’m very gay…and very…willing.”
“But, what about our friendship?”
Justin asked, ducking his head bashfully, as he inhaled JC’s musky, masculine,
showered hours ago but still strong scent.
“You’re my best friend, and that will never change. I have nothing but the utmost respect and
affection for you, Justin,” JC said sincerely, locking eyes with the younger,
eager man in his arms. “Now…stick you tongue down my throat!”
“Ok.” They kissed,
nervously at first, but after a few seconds, it was like they’d been kissing
for years. Tongues darted in, lips
sucked, teeth bit. They moaned each
other’s names as they sucked face and felt each other up.
“That feels sooooo good,”
Justin sighed as JC touched the tender white flesh of his hard upper body. “I know we’ve only been kissing for, like,
thirty seconds, and you’re the first guy I’ve ever kissed, but…Josh,” Justin
sighed as he looked deep into JC’s lust-filled orbs, “I want you in me. Right now!”
“Ok,” replied JC nonchalantly. “The other guys are probably in the front of
the bus playing video games, so I think we should have plenty of privacy back
here in the lounge.”
“Yes, you’re right.”
JC helped Justin remove his clothes, then stood
there in awe, looking at Justin’s naked beauty shimmering in the afternoon sun.
“Oh, Justy,” JC sighed,
touching his buddy’s hard…chest. “Your
body is perfect. Turn around so I can
see your perfectness.” Justin twirled around, his trembling manmeat bumping JC’s stomach as he moved.
“Tee hee hee,”
Justin giggled. “Now,
you.” JC happily and brazenly
stripped for his new boyfriend. “Wow, Jayce. You’re…huge!”
“Yes, I am. Now. Get down on your
knees, baby honey love,” JC cooed.
Justin kissed a wet trail from JC’s lips down to the hollow of his neck,
then to his tender nipples, while JC’s fingers played in Justin’s copious
curls.
“Mmmm…don’t let my gargantuan
manliness ruin your beautiful singing voice!” JC sighed proudly.
“Mmmmphhhh,” Justin replied,
with his oldest and dearest friend’s pulsating tubesteak
in his mouth. He swirled his tongue
around the tip and licked the shaft up and down like a fudgesicle.
“Oh, sugar corn pop.
I know you’ve NEVER done this before in your life, but somehow
you are just SO much better at this than the thousands of girls who’ve blown me
over the years. WAAY
better!” JC groaned as he watched Justin’s head bob like a chicken. Justin looked up, and two sets of beautiful
blue eyes met.
“Rrrphhh…tank…youfff…mphh.”
“Wait, loverlips. I want to give you pleasure, too,” JC
whispered as he pushed Justin onto the couch and knelt on the floor between
Justin’s muscular legs. He gazed at
Justin’s thick crotch rocket, touching it gently, learning its unique
texture. “You know,” JC said as he
licked his lips, “I’ve never touched another guy’s wang
before—I never even wanted to—but, I just know this feels right. It’s so familiar, yet so…unfamiliar.”
“Enough talk, Josh,” Justin sighed impatiently. “SUCK!”
“Yes, dear.” JC curled his lips
around the blood engorged mushroom head of his bandmate’s
love tractor. He, too, swirled his
tongue around the head before taking the entire thing into his mouth and down
his throat, not even gagging as he deep throated the throbbing flesh sword.
“Oh, yes!” Justin groaned as he thrust his drumstick into
JC’s awaiting mouth. So many things flew
through his head as he watched JC go to work in his lap. ‘Has JC always wanted me,’ he wondered as he
played with JC’s new, fuck-me hair. ‘That
time last year when he accidentally grabbed my package on stage—was it really
an accident?’ He closed his eyes and
enjoyed the sensation of
“Mmmm, you taste sooooo good,” JC groaned as he lapped up the pre-cum
drooling from the younger man’s rock hard swizzle stick.
“Shhh! What if the guys hear you, Josh?” Justin
whispered as he traced the older man’s fine, chiseled features.
“I don’t care!” JC exclaimed, standing up suddenly. “I want the entire world to know that I lo—” JC stopped himself
short, and all the color left his face.
“You…what, Josh?” Justin asked
hopefully, his heart beating loudly in his chest.
“That I…” JC’s smiling face became serious, and tears
filled his beautiful blue eyes. “That
I…I’ve loved you from the moment I saw you.”
“You have?” Justin asked meekly, standing up and coming
face to face with JC, their erect schlongs coming
head to head. “You mean…since I was 12?”
“No! Not that
way!” JC snapped. “But,
in many ways…yes, Justin.”
“Oh, Josh! I love
you, too! I’m in love with you, and I
always have been—well, maybe since I hit puberty!” Justin cried excitedly,
tears of joy trickling down his beautiful soft, milky white skin. “Josh, sugarhoney,”
he whispered after looking out through the half closed curtain to see if anyone
was coming, “Josh…make love to me.”
“Yes, my sweet honey-baby,” JC whispered as he kissed his
love, picked him up in his strong arms, and carried him 12 inches across the
floor to the couch. He laid the younger
man down on his back and gently spread his trembling legs.
“Josh,” Justin whispered as he quivered beneath his
boyfriend’s strong, tight body. “This is
the most important moment in my entire 20 years.”
“Oh, me too, my special little love muffin,” JC
cooed. He watched anxiously as Justin
closed his eyes and lifted his legs up to rest his feet on JC’s shoulders.
“Take me Josh. I’m
all yours,” Justin whispered. JC looked
down at what Justin was offering.
“Um…”
“What is it, baby?” Justin squeaked. “C’mon, I’m dying
for it. I just KNOW I am!”
“Dude,” JC said softly as he glanced from Justin’s
perfectly pink rosebud to his own pulsating pogo stick and back. “I don’t see how this…I mean…you’re so tight…and
I’m so…you SEE how well endowed I am!” JC said as he waved his erectus maximus around for Justin to see again. “I don’t want to hurt you, sweet pickle.”
“Oh, Joshy. You’re so considerate, and I love you for
it,” Justin said, smiling up at his friend lovingly. “We just need some lube. Then you can fill me up…pack it in…shove it
down…slide it inside…poke me, prod me, impale me—”
“I get it, I get it!” JC yelled as he hurried around the
lounge area in search of a suitable product.
He quickly rifled through his duffle bag, but all he could find there
were pens, notebooks, Dexatrim, and several stained issues
of Bop magazine with Justin’s face on the cover. “Dammit.
Hey, I think there’s some raspberry vinaigrette in the kitchen. How ‘bout that?”
“Josh!” Justin moaned sexily. JC turned and looked at the beautiful sight
of Justin Timberlake, naked, legs still obscenely up in the air. “Come…back…here…and…fuck me! Now!” JC was astonished. He could barely believe this was the same
Justin he’d known for 8 years—the one whom he’d held and rocked to sleep when
Justin was homesick on tour. The one needing JC to hold his hand and his head as he puked all
night after his first drinking binge.
The one who always shared a tour bus with JC, and always wanted to sleep
in the bunk directly across from his, so they could leave the curtains open and
talk all night until they fell asleep…or jerked off, whichever. And now this Justin was all grown up, and
wanting Josh in his ass. JC returned to
the couch, his desire stronger than ever.
He licked his palm, like he’d seen them do in the porno flicks Joey kept
on the bus for rainy days, and slicked up his aching cock-a-doodle-doo. He looked down at Justin with shimmering,
piercing blue eyes as he pressed his purplish penile head against Justin’s most
private porthole, painting it with his profuse precum.
“Oh, God,” Justin moaned.
“That’s it, baby.”
“Are you sure about this, Justin?” JC asked
suddenly. “I mean…so many things could
change…how will we decide who gets which solo after this?”
“Shove it in!” Justin barked.
“Ok!” JC snapped.
He lifted Justin’s hips up to meet him, and slowly pushed his johnson just in Justin.
“OW!” Justin squealed.
“I’m sorry, baby,” JC said apologetically. “Should I use my fingers first…so I can
stretch you out, and you can become accustomed to the new sensation of having
something large and foreign, yet exquisitely painful inside your—”
“Shut up!” Justin growled, and locked his ankles around
the back of JC’s head. He braced
himself, grabbed JC’s tight ass, and quickly pulled JC inside him. “Arrrgh!” he
screamed as JC’s massive meat muscle sank all the way inside in one thrust.
“Oh my God!” JC moaned as
Justin’s tightness enveloped him all at once.
He held still for a second, afraid he’d cum too soon, despite the
awkwardness that surely anyone would feel the first time leaning over one’s
bandmate and best friend, with, you know, one’s dick in his ass.
“Shit! Shit!” Justin wailed, tossing his head from side
to side. “God, that
hurt!”
“I know it did, sugarwalls,” JC
whispered, tracing Justin’s trembling lips with his fingers. He slowly moved inside Justin, in and out,
very carefully, but Justin still grimaced and bit his lips.
“Josh…I…I can’t…” Justin
whispered, tears spilling down his beautiful face.
“Oh, darling beloved,” JC sighed as his own tears fell
and mixed with the sweat pouring down his face and dripping off his long
hair…onto Justin’s equally sweaty body.
Though it was a cool 65 degrees on the bus, and they’d barely been
exerting themselves, they still sweated like pigs. And Justin’s tears kept coming. “Sweetballs…would
it be better if I…” JC whispered as he took hold of Justin’s adamantine
joystick and slowly began to pump the shaft in time with his own deep
thrusts. “Does that feel better, baby?”
“Hmmm,” Justin sighed, thinking for a second as JC
continued to violate his virgin piehole with his porn
star-worthy punisher. Suddenly, Justin’s
pained face melted into something else.
“You know…I think that does make it better! That’s amazing! One second I feel like I’ve just sat on a
chainsaw. And now…it actually feels good! And after only a few
seconds!” Justin laughed out loud, smiling, as he wrapped his legs even
tighter around his lover and began to move with him. “Mmmm…Josh…that’s so good…do it harder.
Harder!”
“Are you sure?” JC gasped as he gently fucked Justin’s
hot hole and continued his ministrations on Justin’s kielbasa. “I mean, shouldn’t we go slow your first
time…for your ass’s sake?”
“JC, would you stop being so damn thoughtful?” Justin
groaned. He reached up and grabbed his lover’s beautiful, Greek god-like face
in his hands. “Pay attention,
Joshua. Fuck me like you’ve never fucked
anyone or anything before. NOW!”
“You…dirty…little…bitch!” JC squealed happily.
“That’s right…now go!” JC and Justin grinned evilly at each other,
and they were off. The couch started
squeaking within seconds, as JC slammed his manhood inside Justin over and
over, sweat streaming from both of them like a faucet, balls slapping against
ass like bologna on rye.
“Faster, Josh!” Justin groaned as he threw his head back
and gripped his lover’s shoulders so tightly that he knew there would be
marks. JC happily complied, and then
suddenly unhooked Justin’s ankles from his neck and pushed Justin onto his
side, and continued pummeling him.
“Hey!” Justin yelped, taken by surprise. “What—”
“You like that, whore?” JC squealed as he alternated
long, deep thrusts with short, shallow ones, hitting new spots inside Justin’s
love canal each time. “Huh…you like it?”
“Oh…YEAH!” Justin yelled as he
felt JC’s hardness filling him, pounding inside places he’d never dared
thinking about. “How’d you…where’d you
learn to…do…ugh…that?”
“I don’t know!” JC said as he wiped his sweaty face. “It
just…came to me!” He smiled proudly as
he moved Justin’s body to yet another new angle.
“Oh…fuck…Josh…that’s even better!” Justin groaned as he
scratched his perfectly manicured nails down JC’s back. “You’re so fucking good at this!”
“Who knew?” JC laughed.
“You’d think I was…I don’t know…born to do this or something!”
“Oh…baby…you were,” Justin moaned, pulling JC down so
their bodies melted together. “We were
made for each other, I know that now.”
“Justin…” JC moaned, but was quieted by Justin’s hot
tongue in his mouth, searching for his own, and battling for dominance in the
hot, wet, dampness of JC’s oral cavity.
“Oh…God!” moaned Justin as JC kept spearing him with his
bazooka and jerking him off.
“Whose is it?” JC groaned, thrusting harder, squeezing
Justin’s frank and beans in his hand.
“Huh…whose is it,
“Oh…oh…shit…” Justin could feel himself losing
control. And he loved it.
“Whose is it, Justin?” JC grunted as he leaned over
Justin on one arm and angled his apparatus towards Justin’s prostate, even
though he wasn’t sure what or where a prostate was. “Tell me who this ass belongs to now, you
little slut!”
“Aw…fuuuuuuckk…Josh…I’m
gonna…I’m gonna,” Justin stammered, his passion-pole leaking all over JC’s
hand, his head banging against the couch armrest.
“Tell me!” JC screeched like a wild animal. “Or I’ll tell Entertainment Tonight
that you really LOVED being on Mickey Mouse Club!”
“It’s yours, Joshua!
It’s yours!” Justin screamed as JC finally found his spot. “My ass belongs to Josh! It’s all yours!” he shrieked, shuddering as
his lover pounded that place in him that he hadn’t even known existed before
reading about it in Men’s Health…and that unfortunate incident that
followed with the rubber gloves. But
this time, it was perfect. And he
wouldn’t have to wash his hands for an hour afterwards, either.
“Oh, Justin…you’re so tight…so damn tight!” JC muttered
as he kept thrusting and thrusting and thrusting into Justin, feeling the end
coming near. “I hope you stay this tight
forever.”
“Um, I think it’s too late for that Josh!” Justin
squealed.
“Aw, fuck!”
“Josh!”
“Forget it, baby,” JC whispered. “I want you to come with me.”
“Yes, Josh…yes,” Justin moaned,
wrapping his arms and legs around his boyfriend of nearly half an hour and
tightening his sphincter muscles around Josh’s clobbering assmaster.
“I’m ready, love. Take me home, my
hot…sexy…musician!”
“Awwwwwwwww yeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaahhhhhh!” JC screamed at the top of
his well-trained lungs as orgasm swept through his body and his seed erupted
deep inside Justin’s tunnel of love.
“Fuck the Grammys! This is better, fuckin’
A!”
“J…Jo…Josh…I’m coming! Yes! Yes! Timba-timba-timbalakeaaaaake!”
Justin wailed as he, too, came, shooting his load all over himself, JC, the
couch, the window behind the couch, the floor, and a nearby stack of
autographed glossy photos, soon to be mailed off to lucky fan club members.
“Ooooohhhhh,” moaned JC as he
emptied his lovejuice inside Justin’s pleasure
passage, shudders engulfing his body.
“Josh…Josh…” Justin whispered as he caught his breath,
repeating his lover’s name as he gently pumped the last few drops of spooge from his member.
Their eyes met, and they were both surprised to find the other moved to
tears.
“Justin, I love you more than all the accolades from
respectable music press in the world.”
“Josh, I love you more than…basketball.”
“Oh my God.” They kissed, and held each other, and cried.
“Wow, Josh,” Justin sighed as he caressed his lover’s
backside. “I never knew something that
could hurt so much could feel so good.”
“I know, honey. I
never knew how good it would feel to be inside a place we’ve all been
conditioned to fear and loathe,” JC whispered as he felt his flaccidity slip
out of Justin’s body. He kissed Justin
tenderly. “Not anymore. I love all of you, Justin. Including your…anus.”
“Oh, Josh,” Justin whimpered, big fat tears dripping from
his clear blue eyes and splashing on his perfect alabaster skin. “I love you, too. As soon as I can walk again, I’ll show you
how much.” They kissed again, then JC
laid his head on Justin’s shoulder and they began to nod off.
“Sweety? You think the guys heard anything? We did get pretty rowdy.”
“Nah,” Justin sighed with closed eyes as he kissed JC’s
forehead. “And if they did, they
probably thought we were wrestling or something. They’d never suspect we weren’t
straight.”
“Yeah, you’re right, baby,” JC yawned as he closed his
eyes and rubbed Justin’s stickiness into his stomach and chest. “Maybe we should clean up. We sure made a mess.”
“Not yet. I want
to hold you, my love,” Justin whispered as he pulled JC closer to him.
“Ok. Just a few
more minutes, baby.” JC closed his eyes.
“I wuv you,
Josh.”
“I wuv you,
too.”
Joey, Lance, and Chris stood in front of the couch,
dumbstruck, as they watched Justin and JC sleeping, naked, on top of each
other, evidence of sex abundant and drying all over the tiny lounge. After a few seconds of embarrassed staring,
they went back to the other side of the bus.
“Ok, that was the most mind-boggling thing I’ve ever seen
in my life!” Chris said, then lowering his voice so he wouldn’t disturb the
lovers. “I can’t believe
they…they…damn!”
“Totally did not see that coming,” Joey added. “Who would have thought JC was gay! Justin, I could see, but JC? NO way, dude.
He’s so…butch!”
“I know,” Lance agreed, rubbing his hand in his
hair. “It’s weird, but, I’m happy for
them.”
“Yeah, me too,” Chris acquiesced.
“So am I,” Joey said, smiling. The three stood there, smiling at each other
bashfully.
“So,” Lance asked wickedly, rubbing his hands
together. “Who gets me tonight?”
“My turn! I got this saddle and whip that I’ve been
meaning to use on you,” Chris said, putting his arm possessively around Lance’s
shoulder. “You might want to wear
kneepads again, too, baby.”
“Fine by me! I got tomorrow night!” Joey said
excitedly. “One word for you, Lance: watersports!”
“Yipee!”
Lance shrieked, clapping happily.
“Aww!”
Chris groaned. “Can I join in,
too?” Joey rolled his eyes, but then
smiled.
“Oh…alright, Chris,” Joey said sweetly. “But only if you promise NOT to call me
‘baby’ during the hot, sticky sex again.
That’s just…it’s just gay, man.”
Chris nodded his head.
“Well, we can’t have that.”
Copyright © July 12, 2001 by
KTA