Date: Fri, 25 Oct 2002 17:59:38 EDT
From: TrevorNLA1980@aol.com
Subject: On Assignment - Chapter 3

Disclaimer: The following story is one of fiction.  While the characters are
real, the portrayal of them is fictional.  I do not know the sexuality of any
celebrities mentioned in the story.  I am not in any way affiliated with any
of the celebrities mentioned in the story.  If homosexual content offends you
or if it is unlawful for you to read stories of a sexual content, please stop
reading.

About the Author: My name is Trevor Michael.  I'm 22.  I'm gay (it's alot of
fun).  When I'm not busy with some hot young talent, I enjoy writing as well
as teaching martial arts.. This is my first story on Nifty, although I have
posted stories on other sites.

Contact: Please, please, please feel free to contact me regarding the story,
what you'd like to see happen, grammar errors, or just a quick "keep up the
good work".. or just to shoot the breeze.  I like positive comments, but if
you have something negative, I suppose I'll put up with it.. My email address
- TrevorNLA1980@aol.com.. IM me, email me.. feedback is more than
appreciated.

Links: Lemme tell you something.  When I first started here on Nifty, I
started reading Get Another Boyfriend (in the Boy Bands section of the
archives).. Talk about a great story!  AFTER you finish reading my story,
preferably, be sure to check out "Get Another Boyfriend"..

One More Thing: This story is not a sex story.  Granted, there will be sex..
and when it comes, it will come in leaps and bounds, but if you read the
story and get into the plot, the sex will mean so much more.



Chapter Three: The Interview

The concert ended with a mindblowing rendition of Girlfriend.  The lights,
the pyro, the now shirtless superstars all came together to end an amazing 2
hour concert.  Taylor and Randy had seen the entire show from backstage.  As
Taylor realized the show was ending and the interview would soon be upon
them, he began worrying about his outward appearance..

"Randy.... Randy!"

His counterpart wasn't much paying attention.. well at least not to Taylor.
He had his eyes set on 160 pounds of pure lust out on the stage... His spell
was broken as Taylor began tugging on his shirt..

"Randy!"

"What?!"

"..... how do I look?"

The question made Randy laugh.

"You look.. fine.  Why do you care, anyway?"

"I mean.. I don't look to... gay.. do I?"

Randy's laughter continued as he reassured his friend.

"Dude, you're standing backstage at an N'Sync concert.  Pretty much anything
you put on is gonna make you look gay."

Taylor frowned.  He was getting ready to make some sort of comeback, but it
was then that a security guard pulled them both by the collar.. neither one
of them realized what was going until they saw all 5 members of N'Sync run
right in front of them.

"What are you two guys doing back here, anyway?" the security guard asked.

"We're from the Sun Herald.  We're here for an interview with Justin.  It's
on your little list thingy there.. go ahead, check."

The security guard did check.  They were on the list.

"Give him another 10 minutes to change and then I'll escort you back there.."

The security guard walked off momentarily.  Randy turned to Taylor.

"C'mon.  Let's go."

"Go?  Where?"

"Let's go get our interview.."

Taylor, as usual, was confused.

"You heard the guard.  Give him 10 minutes.. let him finish changin!"

Randy realized that trying to argue with Taylor would be pointless.  Instead,
he grabbed him by the collar and dragged him along.  It was just a matter of
seconds before they reached the door to Justin's private dressing room.
WIthout hesitating, Randy knocked as he opened the door..

"Mr. Timberlake?  Randall Cramer from the Sun Herald for our.."

Randy was cut off.. as the door swung open, both Randy got an eyefull of the
beautiful specimin that he had hoped to conquer by the end of the night.
Standing there, with his shirt raised over his head, wearing nothing a pair
of black BVDs, Justin Randall Timberlake shimmered in all of his sweaty
glory.

"I'm changing now, if you could gimme one sec..."

Just had apparently expected them to still be standing outside the door when
he finished taking his shirt off.. he let out a suprised "oh" as he saw the
two reporters standing in his doorway.

"Oh.  I'm sorry.  Didn't realize you weren't ready.. the guard out front told
us to just come on in.."

"Ohh, well then.  That's alright.  If you can give me just a few seconds,
I'll be right with you.."

Taylor was already turning around to exit as Randy spoke.

"Well, we're kind of in a hurry... Is there any way we can go ahead and start
this while you finish getting dressed?"

Talk about pushing it.  Taylor shoved Randy, although Justin hadn't noticed.

"Umm.. well,  I guess.  I still need to take a shower though before we head
out tonight.. but we can work around it."

Randy turned around and flashed a devilish grin towards Taylor who was
obviously not that comfortable with the whole situation.  Randy took it upon
himself to take a seat on the large black leather sofa.  Taylor preferred to
stand.

"Great, then.  Let's go ahead and get started.  I'm gonna tape record the
interview so I'll have it for my notes.."

Justin nodded as he looked through his bags for a clean pair of shorts..

"Let's start off with tonight.  How do you feel the concert went tonight?"

Randy tossed the tape recorder to Taylor and motioned for him to get closer
to Justin.

As Justin turned around, still in his underwear, he was face to face with
Taylor.

"Oh"

The response was mutual.  After a short pause, Taylor finally backed off and
extended the tape recorder towards Justin.

"Uh, the show tonight was amazing. The fans down here on the coast were
unbelievable."

"How do you compare the fans down here to those in other parts of the US or
in the world even?

"The US fans are by far the most entergetic I've seen.. and these guys down
here are amazing as well.  The fans down here are just so pumped.  I love
it."

Justin grabbed a towel as he finished his answer.  He motioned for the shower
as he walked that way.  Seizing the opportunity, Randy jumped up to open the
door to the shower stall.  Justin nodded a thank you his way as he stepped
into the shower.  As the shower started, the noise made it a bit hard to hear
Justin speak.. Randy grabbed the tape recorder and just held it over the
shower door as they kept on.

"How much longer will you guys be touring?"

Justin was shouting to be heard.. and with the acoustics from the shower
stall, the echo made it that much worse.

"We've got another 7 cities to hit before the tour ends."

While Randy was trying to focus on the interview at hand, he was too busy
watching the blurry sillouhette of Justin Timberlake in the shower.. Maybe it
was just his imagination, but Randy had the distinct impression that Justin's
hand was spending a bit more washing his stomach area that necessary.

"After the rather public breakup with Brittany Spears, have you dated anyone
else since?"

Randy leaned in closer to the shower so he could get the tape recorder as
close to Justin as possible without doucing it in the water.

"I've really just been keeping my options open.. ya know?  Just seein what's
out there.."

Premeditated or not, Randy's next move worked out perfectly.. Fumbling with
the recorder, he let it slip out of his fingers and fall to the shower stall
floor.. Without even thinking, Randy opened the door to the shower to get the
recorder.  As he looked up, he realized that his suspicions were correct.
There stood Justin, left hand washing his chest while his right hand was
squeezed tightly around his stiff 7 1/2 inch cock.  It took Randy a second to
regain himself after this.. Taylor just looked on in awe.  He couldn't
believe the lenghts Randy was going to to get this story, and he couldn't
believe that Justin Timberlake was standing nude, rock hard, just feet away
from him.. As the world started to turn again, Randy pulled back and quickly
closed the door.. He instantly began muttering his apologies.. Justin's reply
was exactly what Randy wanted to hear..

"No worries.. it happens.. besides, we're all men here.. nothing to be
embarrased of."

"Al.. alr.. alright.  Well, I'll, I'll just let you finish your shower and
then we can finish the interview."

As Randy backed up, he bumped into Taylor.. While Justin was finishing his
shower, Randy and Taylor began to talk in a low whisper..

"Taylor, man.. this is perfect.  Another 15 minutes or so, and we'll have
enough on tape to make our story.. front page.. i can see it now.  'Boy Band
Front Man -- Takes It From Behind'"

"You realize how.."

Taylor didn't get a chance to protest much.  The water cut off, and Taylor
didn't want their cover blown.. He couldnt' really explain it, but even
though he had at one time planned to cut it off before it got this far, now
he was kind of scared that good old Justin might find out the truth.. so he
went along.

"Can someone grab me a towel.. This one's soaking wet..."

Taylor jumped at the chance to get out of the conversation with Randy..

"Sure.. where they at?"

"There should be one in that black bag next to my clothes."

Taylor obidiently went to the black bag, and after half a second of digging,
found a towel.  As he pulled it out, however, something else came with it.
It was a picture.  A picture of a slightly younger Justin with his head
resting on the underwear-covered crotch of another guy!!!  He turned the
picture over.. there was something written, although it had been scratched
through with a Sharpee.. barely legible.. Josh -n- Just, A/A/F.. Josh?  Josh?
 That sounded really familiar.. JC!  It's JC's real name!  He flipped the
picture back over.. It was JC!

**

In Chapter Four, things don't go quite as well for Randy as he might have
hoped.. but for Taylor, that's a completely different story..

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