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Chapter 1 - Coming Out
On A Joke Gone All Wrong!
Stress was something that Lance had long
since become accustomed to. Being a part of one of the hottest
selling pop bands of the past decade brought with it a level
of stress that would have easily given most young men his
age either a fatal heart attack or a one way ticket to the
looney bin. Lance, however, thrived on stress, almost reveled
it. Hell, he even began adding to his stress level when he
decided that he also wanted to get his hands dirty as an actor,
first in television, and then in movies. For several months,
Lance did little more than act, rehearse, perform, act and
eat. He slept too, though there wasn't much of that going
on, especially when he was with his lover.
Lance and JC had
come out of the closet together, as they had planned on doing,
though the circumstances that brought the whole "coming
out" thing out weren't exactly what they had planned.
Those circumstances
came about namely in the form of their fellow bandmates, Justin
and Chris. Chris and Justin loved playing practical jokes
on the rest of the band, they spent days and even months planning
and executing these little bundles of humor on their unsuspecting
bandmates, the crew, and anyone else they could pull one over
on. The two of them had plotted what would have been a hysterical
practical joke for JC had it not gone completely, utterly
and totally wrong. Justin and Chris had hidden underneath
the bed in JC's room with the intention of scaring the shit
out of their bandmate. They had painted the message, "I'm
under the bed!" on the ceiling in that ink that's invisible
until you turn off the lights...then it glows. They figured
he'd get all snugly in bed and turn the lights off to go to
sleep, then look up and start screaming his head off, guessing
it was a stalker or psycho-fan They'd shake the bed a bit
and watch and laugh as JC got up and ran half nekkid down
the hall to their bodyguard's rooms. They had an Polaroid
camera all loaded up for pictures and figured the look on
his face would be priceless!
So, the two of
them lay silently under the bed, stifling a giggle as they
heard the door to the room open and close. A minute later
their plan hit a major snag when not one, but two bodies fell
onto the bed, pushing the heavy boxspring down onto the cheap
hotel bed frame and unknowingly pinning the two of them underneath
the bed. Chris turned his head and smiled at Justin, motioning
at him by sticking his finger in and out of the side of his
mouth that JC was gonna be 'gettin' some'. Justin nodded and
grinned merrily. Both smiles faded about as fast as a pair
of new blue jeans when they heard their bandmate Lance's deep
moan of, "Oh, yeah...suck me JC!" resound loudly
throughout the room. Justin's eyes had gotten as big as saucers
and he looked over at Chris who had turned about 3 shades
whiter than usual. The two of them lay silent and motionless
under the bed, until moments later, a hand reached over the
side and began to search under the bed beside Justin's head.
Justin jerked his head back away from the probing hand.
"Where's that
lube again, baby?" Lance's voice purred from above as
his hand continued to feel around underneath the bed.
"It should
be right there. Hurry hon...I need to feel your dick inside
me!" JC mewled.
Justin's head was
snapped backwards as Chris's arm reached around his head and
grabbed hold of the lube which had gotten pushed over to his
side when they got under the bed and slid it back into the
path of Lance's probing hand. Lance grabbed hold of the bottle
and quickly pulled it up onto the bed.
Chris and Justin
gasped loudly as the box spring began to bob up and down vigorously,
causing the support bar across the middle of the bed to smack
roughly into their diaphragms, causing them to noisily expel
the breaths they'd been holding.
"FUCK ME LANCE!
JC cried.
"Ooof!"
Came the noise from under the bed.
OH YEAH....HARDER....FUCK
YEAH!" JC yelled.
"OOF!"
Came the noise again and again just as quickly as Lance's
slim hips could drive down into JC's tight ass.
JC moaned on and
on as Lance began to fuck him with great fervor. Neither one
noticed the chorus of, "Ooofs!" that came from underneath
the bed as it continued to bounce up and down on them and
keep knocking the wind out of Justin and Chris.
A few moments later,
Justin sighed as he heard Lance groan as he came. Justin offered
up a silent prayer that it was over and that they might get
a chance to get out from under the bed. Justin strained to
hear what was being said by their bandmembers in hushed voices
from above them. Justin heard JC giggle and then moan softly,
then felt some movement began again on the bed above him.
Justin peered out from under the side of the bed he was on,
craning his neck to look up and see what was going on. He
found out exactly what was going on in short order as Lance's
spent condom, still slick with lube and tied at the top hit
him squarely in the face. Justin jerked his head back under
the bed and fought his overwhelming urge to slap the offending
prophylactic off his face, throw it across the room and scream
"Ewwwwwwwwww!" like a girl that's just grabbed hold
of a slug.
Justin had just
regained some of his composure and started to pick the spent
condom off his right eye when a hand reached in and grabbed
him by the hair.
"OW! GODDAMMIT!"
Justin screamed as the hand yanked his hair roughly, which
by some stroke of luck made the condom fall off, leaving a
splotch of cum and lube on that side of his face.
"WHAT THE
FUCK IS THAT?!?" came JC's voice from above, right before
his head appeared upside down in front of Justin's one open
eye.
"JUSTIN?!
CHRIS?!? What the FUCK is going on down there?" JC yelled
as he recognized the two men under the bed.
Chris scrambled
out from underneath the bed as did Justin and the two of them
stood face to face with their naked, sweaty friends. Justin
grabbed Lance's shirt and began to wipe off the cum and lube
from his face so that he could open his right eye again.
"Uh...."
Chris said, averting his eyes anywhere else in the room but
where the two naked, glistening bodies of his bandmates stood
in front of him. "It was supposed to be a practical joke
on you, C. We...uh...painted a glow in the dark message on
the ceiling and were planning on freaking you out. Uh.....we....uh..."
"Didn't know
you guys were...uh....gonna be in here.....gettin' freaky."
Justin finished as he too began to try to find something else
beside the two naked men in front of him to stare at.
The sight of Justin,
his face still glistening with lube and semen, and Chris,
as white as a sheet and fidgeting from foot to foot nervously
caused Lance to start to giggle. JC looked at him and smiled
and began to giggle himself. The giggling turned into outright
laughter as JC fell back down on the bed beside Lance and
the two laughed until they began to tear up from the laughter.
Justin and Chris stood there, still, shocked at both their
sex and nakedness and now their laughter.
"What's so
funny, yo!" Justin said irritably.
Lance stopped giggling
and elbowed JC in the ribs to stop him from laughing. "Um...Justin...What
is that all over your face? Lube does not make for a good
moisturizer, Justin."
Lance and JC broke
back into a fit of laughter at this statement and Justin crossed
his arms and sat down on the bed beside them, miffed about
the whole incident.
"Well....I
just got Lance's used love glove dropped on my face....aiight?
Let's see how your face looks if it got hit with a used rubber."
This response caused
even more raucous laughter and finally Lance, wheezing and
coughing, spoke. "Justin...shut up...you're killing us!"
Justin turned and
smirked at his two bandmates, rolling his eyes. "Sheesh....silly
faggots!"
JC grabbed a pillow
and smacked Justin across the back of the head with it, inadvertently
causing him to fall face first into Lance's crotch.
"MOTHER FUCK!
GODDAMNIT! I had just wiped most of that spooge off my face
too!" Justin yelled as he stood up, his face covered
with more sticky, drying lube from Lance's crotch.
Lance's eyes got
wide and he began to point at Justin's face and hoot! "Oh,
my God! I mushroom-stamped him. Look C! You can see it on
his forehead! WHOO HOO! HAHAHAHA!"
JC began to laugh
again and hi-fived Lance as the two of them descended back
into peals of laughter.
"Fuck you
C! You Too Lansten!" Justin said, half angry, half embarrassed
as he once again began to wipe his face off.
JC pulled his legs
up to his chest and smiled, "I'm all wet and ready...let's
see if you can live up to your nickname, Bounce."
Justin's lip curled
in a sneer and his hand lowered to his crotch and he began
to pull down his zipper.
JC's eyes got very
wide as he watched Justin fish a hand into his trousers, Lance
began to stand up to offer a protest when Justin laughed and
pointed.
"PSYCHE! Got
you both. Like I'd stick this in ya, C. Riiiight!" Justin
said as he cupped his hand over what seemed to be a rather
large bulge.
JC turned to Lance
and smirked, "Cocky little shit! He had me going."
Lance rolled his
eyes dramatically and shook his head, "Sorry C. That
ass is all mine. I don't share that with anyone."
JC looked at Lance
and smiled, then leaned in and kissed him lightly on the lips.
Justin smiled and
Chris, who was beginning to look less like a marble statue
and more like a living human, coughed politely.
"I'm OK with
this guys. I just wanted you to know that I'm aight with this...though
I don't think I ever really want to be under the bed again."
Chris said as he backed out of the room slowly. "Or in
the same room...or on the same floor for that matter. See
ya later guys!"
Justin said the
same as he got up and followed Chris out, leaving the two
alone together.
Next Chapter -
The Present...Infidelity...and A Bass Goes Ballistic.
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