Date: Sat, 28 Dec 2002 09:30:55 EST
From: lictor (at) aol (dot) com
Subject: Nick is Justified 1

Warnings and Disclaimers:

1) If reading this is in any way illegal in your location because of your
age, religion, or some other law, you shouldn't read this.

2) If you offended by male/male gay sexual relationships, you shouldn't
read this.

3) I don't know Nick Carter or Justin Timberlake or any other celebrities
who may be mentioned in this story. This story in no way is meant to imply
anything about theirs or any other celebrities sexualities, proclivities,
personalities, or anything else.  This is a work of pure fiction.

Feedback welcome! Send to lictor @ aol.com.



NICK CARTER IS JUSTIFIED


Part One

Justin woke suddenly in the darkened bedroom.  Silence.  What had made him
wake up? And where was he, anyway? So many hotel rooms that were all
basically the same... the cities all ran together. He was fairly sure he
was in Miami.

Then he saw it - or thought he did - something moving by the
windows. Justin's heart was pounding as he tried to lie completely
still. Damn, if he hadn't closed the heavy drapes he would have seen a
silhouette...

Boom! A heavy weight was on top of him and pillow shoved in his face. It
happened so fast Justin didn't even have time to scream. He realized that
someone was straddling him on the bed, someone who was at least as big as
himself. His arms were pinned under the man as well. Then he heard a voice
whisper hoarsely in his ear: "Try to scream Timberlake and you'll be
sorry!"

Oh god, so it wasn't some random hotel-room robber; this guy knew who he
was! A kidnapper!? The guy sounded young, and actually the voice was kind
of familiar... Justin went limp under the other man, hoping he would raise
the pillow. It was hard to breathe.

The attacker did ease up on the pillow, but Justin felt him settle down on
his legs, pinning his lower body. Then he felt something he didn't expect:
a hand worming under the pillows and rubbing over his bare chest (Justin
usually slept in the raw or at most in boxers; tonight it was the latter.)
The singer managed to turn his head a bit so he could catch his
breath. When the pillow started moving to cover his face again he whispered
urgently "I promise not to yell! Please, I'll suffocate!"

"I guess I'll have to trust you," his assailant growled in a nasal
voice. "You won't be much fun dead!" The pillow lifted more and the hand
began to grope him roughly, kneading his pecs and abs. "You been working
out, Timberlake! Buffer than ever." Then the pillow was tossed away and
Justin felt the full weight of the intruder on him. He was able to free his
arms just as he felt hot breath in his ear - and the smell of
bourbon. "Figured out who it is yet, 'N-stinker? Or maybe I should call you
'N Sucker!"

Just then Justin grabbed his attacker by the shoulders and tried to push
him away. But the bigger youth was also quick and strong - surprisingly
strong. He got hold of Justin's wrists and yanked his arms over his
head. "Guess who!"

Suddenly he realized who his young assailant was. "Nick Carter!? What the
hell are you doing!?" Justin gasped, writhing underneath the other boyband
member.  "How the hell did you get in here?"

"Bribed the desk clerk, said it was a birthday surprise. He recognized me
of course, gave me the key just like that." Nick said with a snort. "Now I
got you right where I want you, Timbertwank." Nick always thought his
little plays on names were clever. As he said this, he ground his hips
against Justin's.

The 'N Syncer could feel Nick's erection poking against his stomach. He
shuddered and realized that he was becoming hard as well. "Okay, you had
your fun Nick, now let me go!" He grunted.

"No, I don't think so, not yet." Nick's lips brushed against Justin's
ear. "You're album is doin' a hell of a lot better than mine, and it's got
me pissed off. I feel like I want to show you who's really the top man."
The Backstreeter humped against Justin again, and at the same time nuzzled
his neck. "Hmm, you smell nice, Timberlake." He mumbled, his lips brushing
against Justin's skin.

"And you smell like Jack Daniels! What the fuck..." Justin struggled again,
but it was half-hearted. He was pretty sure Nick wouldn't really hurt him;
that this was some kind of teasing game. And he had to admit that kind of
turned him on to be pinned down like this by the chunky blond Backstreet
Boy.

"See I knew you'd like it, Timbertwat." He began kissing Justin's neck. His
grip on the other boy's wrists loosened, his hands slid down over his arms
in a long caress.  The rough attack was turning into a seduction.

Justin shivered... and kept his arms over his head.  His mind was
reeling. Was Nick gay? Or was he baiting Justin to see if he was gay? The
way he was kissing him was going pretty far for a joke...

When Nick's hands reached his armpits he gently tickled him there and
Justin couldn't suppress a convulsion and a little laugh. "Oh the 'n
Stinker is ticklish too!" Nick muttered between kisses, his mouth working
around to the base of Justin's throat. "I gotta remember that!" he rose up
a bit then, and his big hands cupped Justin's defined pecs. "Hmmm,
nice. You got such a hot body, Timberlake." Nick sighed wistfully. He
rubbed his thumbs in circles over Justin's nipples. "Damn hot body..."

Justin could just barely make out Nick's face in the dark room, his blond
hair a wild mop. He didn't know what to say or do, so he just laid there
and enjoyed the sensation of Nick's hands on his bare skin... and their
hard cocks rubbing against each other through the covers. He wondered just
how far this would go... and how far he wanted it to go. He realized he was
breathing harder, and his hips started to buck up slightly to meet Nick's
sinuous thrusts.

For the moment Nick seemed content to slowly grind against him and knead
his chest, though his hand sometimes strayed down to Justin's tight abs, or
Nick would rub just his fingertips over his nipples, making them get hard
and erect.  "Yeah you are so hot Timberlake, you like a guy feeling you up
like this dontcha?"

As he looked up into Nick's eyes Justin opened his mouth, but he couldn't
form words. He could only nod slowly and sigh.

Then suddenly Nick leaned in and kissed him. Hard. Right on the mouth. When
Justin felt that tongue slide between his lips he kind of lost it. His arms
came up and wrapped around the Backstreet Boy, pulling them together. His
own long tongue snaked out and started fencing with Nick's and at the same
time he let out a deep moan.

Nick was surprised by Justin's sudden eagerness, but didn't hesitate for
long. He got his arms around Justin's narrower shoulders and pulled him
tight. They kissed like that for a long minute, until they broke apart,
both needing to come up for air.

"Fuck! You are fucking hot as shit!" Nick gasped, panting against Justin's
chest.

Justin found his own voice. "You're pretty good yourself Carter." He
muttered between breaths. He ran his fingers through Nick's hair.

"But you never woulda done this unless I jumped you." The Backstreeter said
a little accusingly, wiping their mixed saliva off his mouth with the back
of his hand. He sat up on the bed and pulled off his t-shirt.

Even in the darkness Justin could tell that Nick had lost some weight. He
still had slight handles over his jeans, and his belly was a bit soft
looking, but he wasn't the bloated creature Justin had seen on TV just a
few months earlier. "Looking good, Carter. Been working out?"

"You makin fun of me!?" Nick squawked. "Just cause I don't have a lean
perfect bod like you do-"

"I was serious Nick, jeezus! You look like you lost weight, good for you,
man." As he said it, Justin reached up and placed his palms on Nick's
smooth chest. He could feel some definition in his pecs. He could also feel
Nick trembling. "You okay man?" he asked softly then. "Feels like you have
been working out."

"Fuck, Justin that feels nice." Nick whispered hoarsely. He started rocking
slowly, his jeans-covered crotch grinding against Justin's through the
bedsheets. He slid his hands up and down over the lean young man under him,
from his shoulders down over the sculpted chest, all the way down over the
ridged abs, then back up again. "You got such a hot body man."

"Thanks, that... uh... feels good too... nice massage." Justin answered
quietly. He let his own hands slip down to Nick's stomach, felt the
Backstreet Boy pull it in, tighten his muscles.

Then Nick grabbed his hand, put it on his belt buckle. "Undo my jeans." He
ordered.

Justin fumbled with the buckle, then undid the buttons of the fly. His
fingers brushed against Nick's hardon straining against the briefs
underneath and he reflexively jerked away as if it burned him.

"Wassa matter, Timberlake, never touch another guy's cock?" Nick asked
teasingly. He leaned down again, putting his weight on Justin and breathing
into his ear. "It won't kill you, I promise." He whispered, then proceeded
to lick the 'N Syncer's neck and ear.

Justin shuddered and involuntarily bucked up against Nick. He'd never felt
anything like this before. Messing around with girls was never like this;
he'd always been the aggressor. To have someone else--someone physically
bigger than him--take charge and make the moves, it turned him on in a way
he never would have thought... or maybe never would have admitted to
himself.

"Yeah, I know you want it, J." Nick wriggled on him, kicking his jeans off,
then crawling under the covers with Justin, all the time staying
more-or-less on top of the leaner youth. Now their chests were skin to skin
and only the thin fabric of their underwear separated their steel-hard
rods. . "Hmm, that's better." Nick cooed then ground against him harder
than before. Justin felt Nick's hands on his flanks, fingers eagerly
digging under the waistband of his boxers.

"Nick, man, maybe..." Justin started to protest, but suddenly those hands
were inside, slipping over his hips, around to cup his muscled glutes. Nick
grabbed his ass hard, taking his breath away.

"Fuck man you even got a hot little ass, Justin!" Then Nick held him tight
and flipped them both over so now Justin was on top. The Backstreeter
continued to knead Justin's ass with one hand while with the other he held
the back of his head, pulling him down into another kiss, more gentle this
time. Justin didn't resist.

Their tongues slithered over each other in a now-leisurely dance, their
mouths locked together. Justin spread his legs to straddle Nick and took up
the slow humping dry-fuck the Backstreet Boy had started. Nick's cock felt
big, poking up against his groin. That thought only made Justin hotter. Big
hung Nick Carter, cupping his ass, dry fucking him...

Nick moaned into his mouth, then slid his hands up Justin's sides, under
his arms. He pulled the slimmer boy up, breaking their kiss. To his own
surprise, Justin made a little protesting sound as their lips parted. Nick
smiled up at him as he guided Justin into a sitting position astride him,
then cupped his pecs again. "You are so fucking hot, Justin."

"You keep saying that." Timberlake smiled back at him.

"Yeah, and it's not like you didn't know it anyway, on the cover of every
fucking magazine on the planet." Nick continued to lovingly caress Justin's
chest while he talked. "Never thought I'd actually get my hands on the
goods. Flex for me."

Without even thinking, Justin complied, pumping his chest under Carter's
kneading hands.

"That's it man, shit you're awesome." He pinched Justin's nipples then, and
the 'N Syncer let out a little gasp of surprise. "Like that huh?" Nick
grinned crookedly. Let's see what else you like." He slipped one hand down,
fingertips trailing over Justin's stomach until he came to the boxers. Then
suddenly he reached into the front opening and found the hard cock trapped
inside. Justin gasped as Nick closed his fist around the pulsing shaft,
then started to gently milk it. "Hmm, not bad Timberlake, nice cock. You
like me stroking your hard cock for you?" Nick purred.

Justin knew that Carter was playing with him now, teasing him, talking
dirty to try to shock him. He also felt a little self-conscious because he
knew his dick was only average-sized; certainly not as big as Nick's seemed
to be.

But he realized that he really didn't care. That hand on his dick felt too
good. Nick Carter was jacking him off! He figured that two could play this
game. "Yeah Nick, that's great. You like playing with that cock don't you?
How long have you wanted to feel Justin Timberlake's dick?"

Nick chuckled then, "Since I saw you in that video, layin' on the bed under
the fan in your little wifebeater. Ever since then, I knew I wanted that
little blond boy, to lick his sweet armpits, to feel his hard cock, to
really turn him on." He punctuated his sentence by giving Justin's hard
dick a little extra squeeze.

The 'N Syncer responded with a little moan and a thrust into Nick's
hand. "You're doing a pretty good job." He said hoarsely.

"I ain't hardly got started! Nick said with a snicker. He scooted himself
up on the bed so his shoulders and head were propped up, then he grabbed
Justin by the thighs and started to pull him forward.

"Man, what are you..." Then Justin understood. He looked down to see Nick
grinning up at him.

"Just put your hands on the headboard and lean forward. I'll guide you."
Nick's fingers hooked around the waistband of Justin's briefs again and
pulled them down over his thighs. His cock pulled down almost painfully
then smacked up against his belly before returning to its normal high
angle. The boxers hooked under his tight ballsack. Nick cupped his ass in
his spread fingers and squeezed his glutes. "Hmm, such a nice little ass
you got Timberlake, all firm and muscley!" Nick started to pull on Justin's
ass, guiding him forward.

Bracing himself on the headboard, Justin looked down and watched in
fascination as his cock moved closer to Nick's face.  It was almost
surreal, like he was watching a porno or something.

The head of his dick was just a couple inches away when Nick stopped;
Justin held his place obediently. "Hm, beautiful cock, man. Nice head on
it, not too big, not too small, perfect mouthful." Then suddenly he flicked
his tongue out and lapped the underside of Justin's dick.

The 'N Sync boy gasped, and his cock bounced up and down of its own will.

"Dayam, you can't tell me you never had a blowjob before!? What did you and
that trailer trash Britney DO all that time?" Nick mocked him.

"I - I just never had a blowjob from a Backstreet Boy before." Justin tried
to make a joke of it but the truth was that this was turning him on way
more than he liked to admit.

"Good, I'm glad Howie didn't get to you first!" Nick answered with his
nasal barking laugh. He grabbed Justin's ass cheeks again and moved him a
little closer. He stuck his tongue out again and slithered under the head
of Justin's cock. But this time when it started to bob up he leaned forward
and trapped the head between his lips.

"Ohhh fuck!" Justin moaned. He felt Nick's mouth lock around the base of
his glans, and then his tongue play over the sensitive underside. He fought
the urge to shove the rest of his cock into Carter's mouth; he knew he'd
enjoy it even more if he did what the Backstreet Boy told him.

Nick began to suck, and at the same time he pulled on Justin's ass, taking
a couple more inches of cock into his mouth. He kept running his agile
tongue along the bottom, encouraged by the steady pulsing and the
incredible hardness of Timberlake's cock. Once he had it in halfway, he
sucked harder, but at the same time he switched his grip on Justin to his
hips, and guided him backward so that his cock slowly withdrew. It popped
out of his mouth with a loud sucking slurp and smacked wetly against
Justin's flat belly. "How do you like that so far, Timberlake?"

"It's... great." Justin sighed breathlessly.

"Just wait, it'll get better." Nick kept his left hand on Justin's hip, and
slid the right one between his legs, gently clasping his tight, almost
hairless ball-sack. Justin sucked in a breath between his teeth. "Don't
worry, I won't hurt yah, as long as you behave." He grinned evilly up at
the other boy, then as if to make his point, he pulled on Justin's balls
just a little.

"Ahhh!" The 'N Syncer whined.

"I got you right where I want you, by the balls. Now come here; Nicky wants
another taste of that Timber-cock." As he said this, he guided Justin
forward again, capturing his upward-pointing cock in his mouth. This time
he had Justin slide it halfway in right away, then out until just the head
was in his mouth. He ran his tongue over it, then pulled Justin's hips,
easing a bit more in while he sucked. At the same time he began to very
gently fondle Justin's balls. They continued this way very slowly, Nick
taking more and more of Justin's meat into his mouth until he had all six
inches and his nose was buried in Timberlake's light brown bush. When he
got there he clamped his hand on Justin's ass cheek again and pulled him
forward, making sure he had every bit of cock in his mouth, the head
actually caught at the top of his throat. Then he hummed loudly.

"Ahhh, man!" Justin whispered, breathing hard. "Shit! I'm gonna cum!"

Nick pulled off Justin's cock. "No, you're not, Timbertwat!" He made a cage
of his fingers and pulled down on Justn's balls when he felt them tighten.

Justin didn't shoot, but a trickle of precum oozed from the tip of his
swollen cockhead. Nick gingerly lapped it up. "Hmm, tasty Timber-juice. Now
this time I want you to do the work."

"What do you mean?"

Nick rolled his eyes. "I want you to fuck my face, stupid!  Start out slow
and easy and we'll see how you do. But I've seen you do those hip thrusts
on stage so I think you'll catch on." He guided Justin forward again,
releasing his balls so he could cup his ass again. He loved the feel of the
lean 'N Syncer's glutes flexing in his hands. He took the head of Justin's
cock between his lips again, flicking his tongue across the slit to catch
another drop of precum.

Justin shivered and gripped the headboard. He felt Nick pull on his ass
again so he started to rock his hips forward. He looked down, watching his
cock slide into Nick's mouth, felt the Backstreet Boy's raspy tongue lave
his tender skin. He pushed his cock all the way in as slowly as he could,
then eased it back out, feeling the suction of Nick's mouth as he
did. Again he pumped in and out, turned on almost as much by just the sight
of Nick hungrily swallowing his cock as the physical sensation. He pushed
forward harder, thrusting his dick as far down Nick's throat as he
could. God it felt good! He pumped again and again, Nick's hands on his ass
urging him to pick up speed. He balanced with one hand on the headboard and
reached down to put the other around the back of Carter's neck, not using
any force but just enjoying the feel of him, his muscles tensing with every
thrust. He was fucking Nick Carter's mouth!

Nick worked his tongue furiously over Justin's throbbing cock, loving the
feeling of power he got from having this young stud's cock in his
mouth. Sure he was sucking Justin but he controlled what happened. And as
Timberlake got more and more into it, Nick began to work his fingers into
Justin's warm ass crack... pulling his cheeks apart as he squeezed
them. Then one finger strayed to the little pucker of his anus. He didn't
try to penetrate at all; just gently touch it, caress it...

When Justin felt Nick's finger touch his ass he choked back a little
gasp. It felt weird, but good-like a little charge of electricity through
his cock with every brush of Nick's finger. He felt himself getting close
to cumming again. "Nick, man, I'm gonna shoot..."

Instead of pulling off, Nick squeezed his ass harder. He made a humming
sound again, more urgent this time, and started bobbing his head up to meet
Justin's thrusts.

That was enough for Justin. It only took a couple more thrusts before he
felt himself go over the edge. He let out a choked cry, grabbed the back of
Nick's head and shoved in as far as he could go as his cock spat out its
first shot. Then he pulled back halfway and staccato-fucked Nick's mouth as
he pumped out more cum, grunting with each thrust.

Nick for his part was eagerly swallowing Timberlake's sweet cock juice,
reveling in his power to give him such a powerful orgasm. He pushed
Justin's hips back a bit so that the last spurts from the softening cock
would land on his tongue. He wanted to taste the nutty flavor. The young 'N
Syncer's dick stayed semi-hard, still full and meaty as it slipped from
Nick's mouth. Carter began kissing and licking into Justin's bush and
balls, holding his ass to keep him from pulling away.

Justin combed his fingers through Nick's sweaty hair while trying to catch
his breath. "Fuck, Nick that was... that was incredible." He panted.

"Yeah not bad." Nick eased Justin back to a sitting position on his hips,
then lazily ran his hands over the lean youth's sweat-slick chest. "Now,
roll over on your stomach, I'll give you a backrub."

Justin furrowed his brows. Now that he'd shot his load, he wanted to just
get back in bed and go to sleep. A massage did sound good though... Also
nagging in the back of his mind was the fact that Nick hadn't cum yet. But
he clambered off of Nick and flopped on his stomach across the king-sized
bed.

"That's a good boy. Just spread out." Nick said softly. Out of Justin's
line of sight Nick got off the bed and pulled off his boxer-briefs. His own
thick cock bobbed up now that it was finally free of its confinement. Nick
looked at Justin sprawled nude over the bed, his pert little ass
exposed. He licked his lips. He was going to have that ass before the night
was over. Just the thought made his cock jump. Carter climbed back on the
bed and straddled Justin. The 'N Sync member jumped a little when he felt
Nick's legs on either side of him, then made a conscious effort to
relax. Nick leaned forward, gripped Justin's shoulders and started to
gently knead the muscled flesh. "Hmm, nice, Timberlake, what nice shoulders
you got..."

"Thanks man," Justin whispered. He was already starting to feel more
peaceful, almost dozing off under the Backstreet Boy's talented
caresses. This was all too weird, but in a way it was... right. Like him
and Britney, two megastars. Here he was the youngest member of 'N Sync with
Nick, the youngest and arguably most popular member of Backstreet. And Nick
gave much better backrubs than Brit ever did...

Nick was having a good time just feeling Justin's hot flesh in his
hands. He had an even better time a few minutes into it when he scooted
down a little and his cock brushed along the cleft of Timberlake's ass. He
shivered with excitement, leaned forward and let it his shaft press between
the muscled glutes like a big hotdog in a bun. No reaction from
Justin. Good. Nick slid his rod up and down just a bit shivering with
pleasure from the contact along the sensitive underside of his cock. Then
he worked lower, changing position so he was actually between the lean
youth's legs, gently spreading them wide. His massage got down to Justin's
ass, where he squeezed and pulled, cupped the globes and parted them. It
was too dark to see Justin's little sphincter but he knew it was there, no
doubt virgin. He could dimly make out the other singer's ball sac between
his legs, his nuts still held fairly tight. Figuring it was time for his
next move, Nick parted Justin's cheeks and leaned in. He extended his
tongue and very gently ran just the tip along the flesh from the base of
Justin's balls... feeling Timberlake shiver as he moved up... into the
crack to lave right over the pucker. It clenched at his touch, and he felt
Justin's glutes flex. His ass smelled and tasted musky but not
unpleasant. He kept himself clean.

"Man what are you doing?" Justin whispered plaintively.

"Giving you a rim job, boy, you'll love it." Nick muttered before diving
back in. He licked more insistently at Justin's hole, feeling it jump with
every touch. Then he pushed his face in and poked right at the bud with the
tip of his tongue, trying to work it in.

"Ohh fuck!" Justin moaned and bucked his ass up a little.

Nick reached under and wrapped his hand around Timberlake's cock. Hard as
steel. He grinned to himself before diving in again. Justin pushed back
eagerly. Obviously he liked getting his ass rimmed. After just a couple
more minutes though, Nick backed off, sat up and gave Justin a little smack
on his ass.

"Hey! What was that for?" Justin demanded.

"Cause your ass looked like it needed slapping, that's why." And he smacked
him again, a little harder.

"Ow!" Justin whined. "That's enough, Carter."

"I'll decide what's enough." Nick snarled, then gave Justin a hard slap on
one ass check that echoed in the room.

"Cut that shit out, I mean it." Justin demanded, and he rolled over trying
to protect his ass. Nick noted that Justin's cock was as hard as ever
though, sticking up at an angle.

"Aight, man I'll stop. But I need you to do something for me now."

"What?" Justin asked suspiciously.

"Come here." Nick stood up next to the bed and for the first time Justin
got a look at his cock, sticking out from its patch of dark blond pubes at
a high angle. It looked huge. He tried not to stare. Justin got to his feet
and walked slowly around to where Carter was standing. Nick put his hands
on Justin's hips and eased him closer, then wrapped his arms around the
lean 'N Syncer and pulled him into a powerful hug.  Their lips met, and as
Justin felt Nick's tongue force its way into his mouth, he realized that he
was holding the Backstreet Boy just as tightly as Nick held him. Their hard
cocks were crushed together between them, rubbing back and forth. It felt
incredibly hot, powerful, and sexy. Nick soon broke the kiss though, and
Justin felt Carter's hand around the back of his neck, trying to urge him
down. Almost without thinking, Justin slowly sank down. He kissed Nick's
neck, then licked his hairless chest, finding a nipple to kiss and gently
teethe. Carter moaned when he did that, fingers running through his short
wiry hair. The next thing he knew, Justin was on his knees, Nick's hand was
on his shoulder, and the Backstreet Boy's big dick was pointing right in
his face.

"You know what you're gonna do now, don'tcha Timbertwank?" Nick asked
teasingly.

"No way." Justin mumbled unconvincingly. "I'm not gonna suck that, man."

"I think you are." Nick growled. He grabbed the base of his cock with his
right hand while holding Justin by the back of the neck with his left. He
dragged the spongy head across Timberlake's cheek, leaving a sticky trail
of precum. Justin tried to turn his head away, but Nick held him. His cock
brushed over Justin's soft lips.

The 'N Sync star made a little whimpering sound of protest.

"Come on, Timberlake! It's only fair. And I think you want to try it." Nick
teased. He wiped his cock back across Justin's cheek, then slapped his face
with it.

Justin winced. "Please, no." He whined. But he didn't move, made no attempt
to pull away.

Nick grinned triumphantly. Justin wanted Carter to make him do it. He
cupped his hand under Justin's chin, slipped his thumb over Timberlake's
lips. So soft, so pretty. He pushed a little and Justin let his thumb
in. Nick worked it in and out, and he could feel Justin's tongue slip over
his thumb. He started to suck on it. "That's it, yeah you want it,
Timberlake..." He murmured. When he pulled his thumb out, Justin even
leaned after it. He was ready. Nick looked down, saw that Justin's eyes
were closed and his mouth hung slightly open, his jaw slack. He slid his
cock over the 'N Syncer's cheek again, shivering with excitement as his big
mushroom head got to Justin's mouth. "Come on baby," He whispered, "Be a
good boy now..." He pulled a little on the back of Justin's neck and his
cockhead slipped in. Justin's lips closed softly around it. "Ohhh yeah
that's nice." Nick moaned.

Justin couldn't believe what he was doing. He was kneeling here, letting
Nick control him, do whatever he wanted. He couldn't believe how sexy he
felt when Nick put his thumb between his lips; he couldn't resist sucking
on it. And now... god, now. He had let Nick Carter put the head of his cock
in his mouth. It seemed so big, much bigger than his own. As he held it
there he flicked his tongue along the underside as Nick had done to his,
felt the salty-sweet taste as it swelled and leaked a little precum. He
tightened his lips around the base of the head and felt Nick trembling. In
a way Justin felt powerful: Nick's tender cock was in his mouth. Justin was
in charge of Nick's pleasure. Justin rose up a bit, reached out and rested
his hands on Nick's big thighs. He sucked a little more of the Backstreet
Boy's cock into his mouth.

"Oh yeah Justin baby, that's it." Nick groaned. This was so much hotter
than some overeager fangirl blowing him. Justin was submitting to him,
giving in almost against his will. Nick wanted to holler to the world
"Justin Timberlake is sucking Nick Carter off! Justin Timberlake, magazine
coverboy, teen idol, ex-boyfriend of Britney Spears, has got a mouth full
of my COCK!" But he managed to control himself... barely. Instead, he put
his hands very lightly on Justin's sinewy shoulders and whispered "You're
doing great, J. Suck on it a little. Hmm, that's it! Run your tongue along
the underside... ohhh that's nice." Nick started to pump in and out just a
little, no more than an inch or so. It was starting to get light out and
through the dimness he watched his shaft slip in and out of Justin's mouth,
getting wet with spit.

Justin sighed, began to suck harder on Carter's thick cock. He realized his
own dick was hard and aching. Damn, he never would have believed he'd enjoy
doing this to another man. Nick had made him into a cocksucker. He took in
a little more, licking the head as he did. Then he reached up with his
right hand to hold the shaft so he could guide it better...

"That's enough." Nick said gruffly, knocking his had away and stepping back
suddenly, his shining cock yanked out of Justin's mouth.

"What!?" Justin demanded. "What did I do?"

"You gotta be careful man, watch the teeth!" Nick said angrily, holing his
cock by the base.

"I was careful." Justin was indignant. "And it sounded to me like you were
enjoying it."

"I dunno man." Nick was fighting to maintain his frown, to keep up the
appearance of not wanting Justin to suck his cock.

Justin sighed. He couldn't believe he was doing this. He reached out slowly
and put his right hand on Nick's thigh again. "C'mon man."

Nick edged closer again. "You promise to be more careful?" As he said it,
he ran his cock-head across Justin's cheek again, pulling back teasingly as
it neared his mouth.

"I... promise." Justin said very quietly. He looked up at Nick, reached out
with his left hand to gently cup the Backstreet Boy's heavy balls.

"Hmm. Well, if you really want it..." Nick caressed Justin's short wiry
hair.

"Please."

"Please what?" Nick ran the tip of his cock across Justin's lips.

Justin shivered. This was a game, they were both playing a game, and he
told himself. But it really was turning him on. "Please Nick, let
me... suck that big cock. Please."

"That's what I want to hear." Nick said with a grin. He took hold of
Justin's right hand and guided it to the base of his shaft. He felt his
dick swell up even bigger when Timberlake's fingers closed around him.

Justin leaned forward, angled the cock down a bit and gingerly wrapped his
lips around the fat mushroom head. As soon as he had it safely enclosed he
went to work with his tongue.

"That's it, hmm, very nice." Nick thrust a little with his hips, pushing
some more cock into Justin's mouth. "Suck that big schlong. You like that
big Carter cock, don't you? Oh yeahhh."

Justin couldn't decide if Nick's rambling pottymouth was annoying him or
turning him on more, but he knew that he liked feeling Nick's dick swell in
his mouth, got off on feeling that fleshy head pulse against his
tongue. And it was so big, god Nick was hung like a horse. He was jealous
that in this one thing at least, Nick far exceeded him. Justin was taking
more and more of that rod, his tongue slipping along the underside of the
shaft, his mouth stretching as he got further down.

Nick rested his hands lightly on the sides of Justin's neck, not forcing
him at all, but guiding him gently into a rhythm. "You're doing great, J,
that feels so good." His talk was becoming less raunchy and more assuring
as he lost himself in the feeling radiating out from his tingling
dick. Then he felt his cockhead hit the back of Justin's throat and it was
time for the next lesson. "Okay, now you're gonna deep-throat me."

Justin pulled Nick's cock out and sat back on his heels. "No man, I'll
choke!"

"Just try it. When I'm hitting the back of your mouth, try to swallow and
pull me deeper at the same time. Just try it."

The 'N Syncer looked skeptical, but rose up again and held onto Nick's
hips, taking the still-wet cock in. He licked it and sucked it partway a
few times, then tried what Nick told him. He felt himself gagging, but
swallowed... and it went down. Suddenly Nick's wiry pubes were in his nose.

"Oh fuuuuck, what a hot throat!" Carter grabbed the back of Justin's head
and kept him from backing off, fucking the last few inches into
Timberlake's throat again and again.

After about the fifth time Justin felt his eyes watering, and he couldn't
breath. He gagged and pushed back hard, feeling the thick meat slide back
out as Nick released him. "Damn, you trying to suffocate me!?" He demanded,
wiping his mouth.

"Sorry man but that was so good, you're learning to be a pretty good
cocksucker."

"I'm so proud." Justin muttered sarcastically.

"Time for your last lesson." Nick leered, grabbing his fat cock and
stroking it gently.

To be continued...


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