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Route 66 Rocks!!!

This is the story of the last concert in *Nsync's No Strings Attached Summer Tour.  And what happens when they meet one of their fans, late that night in the hotels hot tub.  This story pairs Joey with one of their fans.

A Step out of Time

Is our history written in stone?  What would happen if one thing in a person's life could be changed. See what happens when the Backstreet Boys take a ski trip that change their lives, for ever.

My New Life
by James


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This story deals with the fictional relationship between the members of the musical groups  *Nsync, Backstreet Boys (And who ever else shows up in the story.) and a male fan.   The sexual orientation of the members of *Nsync or the Backstreet Boys  are not known by the author and what is depicted in the story came from the imagination of the author.

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Infinite Love

This ia a story that spans the generations.  Lance finds love and romance with   someone he feels he has known all his life.

Lance, Mikey, & a

Angel named Ethan

This is my newest short story I posted just before Christmas.  Lance has returned home after not being able to complete his life long dream, going into space.  He feels his life has no meaning and he struggles to regain his self worth.  He finds what he is looking for in the form of an abused little boy and his friend Ethan.

My New Life
by James

Last Time:

Marc picked up the lubricant and taking Lance by the hand he led him into the bedroom.  At the foot of the bed he pulled him into a passionate kiss that seemed to go on forever.

When they finally broke the kiss Marc looked down into Lance’s loving gaze.  “Today has been the best day of my life.  I have a real dad and sister.  And I have you. . . .  There is only one thing that would make this the most perfect day.  James, will you make love to me?”

Chapter 59

“What?” Lance asked a little startled.

“I want you to make love to me,” Marc said softly.

Lance was not prepared for this.  He had been psyching himself up for Marc to take him not the other way around.  He had assumed that Marc, being the dominant one in this relationship, would want to take him.  He had almost counted of Marc to show him how to do it.  He knew Marc would be gentle with him and through his actions Lance would learn what to do.  But now.  Lance didn’t know what to think or how to get started.

Marc smiled as he looked into Lance’s eyes reading his feelings.  “You can do this.  Love.  I know you haven’t done this before.  I’ll help you.”

“How did you know?” Lance asked.

“I’m tuned into you,” Marc said.  “And I’m feeling a lot of the same stuff.”

“How do we start?”

Marc turned his head toward the bed.  “How about there?”

They climbed into the bed with Marc on his back and Lance over him on his hands and knees. 

“Now what?” Lance asked.

Marc laughed, “What do you usually do when we are in this position?”

Lance looked puzzled for a moment.  “Oh! . . .  How about we start with this?” 

Lance leaned down and softly kissed Marc.  Marc’s arms came up around Lance pulling him down on top of him deepening the kiss.  Lance got the idea what Marc wanted when he pushed his tongue into Lance’s mouth.  Marc’s hands roamed over Lance’s back kneading the muscles. 

Lance found the heat of their bodies, arousing.  Both of them were now hard and the movement of their bodies was causing their natural lubricant to start flowing. 

“Oh, God!”  Lance moaned as he broke the kiss moving down to Marc’s chin nibbling on his beard.  Nibbling along the jaw line Lance made it to Marc’s right ear, which he enveloped into his hot mouth. 

“Oh, yes,” Marc moaned as Lance attacked his sensitive ears.

Lance explored every nook and fold of Marc’s ear with his tongue.  Pushing the tip of his tongue into his ear causing Marc to let out a low rumble from deep in his chest.  Moving back along the jaw line Lance attacked the other ear, quickly getting an identical response.  Moving down he nibbled on Marc’s throat, running his lips over the short stubble under Marc’s chin.  Soft kisses were place across the collarbones before moving lower to attack each of the nipples.

Marc never felt his nipples so alive.  Lance was sucking and chewing on them which felt like electrical sparks shooting through them straight to his cock.

The moans coming from Marc told Lance that he was turning on his lover big time.  Sliding lower Lance planted feather light kissed on each of Marc’s abdominal muscles as he worked his way lower stopping at his bellybutton to lick around it and briefly inserting his tongue into the middle of it.

As Lance was teasing Marc’s bellybutton, his hard cock head was brushing against his cheek leaving smears of precum.  Shifting slightly he took the head of Marc’s cock into his mouth savoring the salty-sweet taste.

Marc pulled Lance off his oozing member less then a minute after he had taken it into his mouth.  “James, stop please.  I’m so close, I don’t want to cum yet.”

Lance shifted positions so that he was now between Marc’s legs looking up at Marc.  Marc could feel Lance’s hot breath on his ball sack.  Lance buried his nose in Marc balls inhaling deeply Marc’s musky scent.  

Marc pulled his legs up to his chest exposing his ass trench.  Marc handed Lance the bottle of lube, “James, get me ready.”

Lance took the bottle and squirted out some onto a finger.  “Let me know if this hurts,” Lance said as he brought his hand up to his ass trench.  When Marc felt Lance’s hand on his butt he spread his legs further apart opening up his ass cheeks giving Lance a clear view of his puckered hole.

Lance had fingered Marc before as he had sucked on Marc’s cock.  They had both played that way several times while they sixty-nine.  It added an extra spark to their love making bringing them off quicker and with a bigger orgasm.  Placing his lubed finger at the puckered opening he started to spread the lube around the dark ring softly massaging the ring.

“Oh, yes.  That feels good,” Marc sighed.

Lance put his finger at the center of the pucker and slowly pushed in.  As the finger pushed through the outer ring Marc inhaled sharply.  “Are you all right?  Am I hurting you?”

“Go ahead, I’m fine.  Put it all in.”

Lance pushed his finger all the way in then slowly pulled it back out.  In and out the finger went and slowly Lance could feel the muscle relax its tight grip. 

“Try another finger,” Marc said.  “And more lube.”

Lance used more lube and slowly worked in two fingers.  Once he was all the way in Lance started to explore this warm, moist, part of his lover. 

“Oh!”  Marc said with a sharp intake of breath.

“What’s wrong?”  Lance asked with some concern.

“Nothing wrong.  You touched something that felt good.”

Lance felt around until he found a hard spot about the size of a walnut and lightly ran his fingers across it.

“That’s it.  Oh, . .  the feeling is so great.  When you touch that spot it sends bolts of pleasure all over me.”  

Lance continued to move in and out, rubbing over Marc’s prostate every second or third plunge in.  Marc breathing had become labored when he called out to Lance.  “James, I’m going to cum if you keep that up.”

Lance looked up at Marc with a grin.  “Don’t you want to cum?”

“I do want to cum.  But not so soon. . . .  How about trying another finger?”

Pulling out his fingers Lance added more lube then moved back to Marc now open asshole.  Bunching the three fingers together Lance slowly slid in.  Stopping half way in he asked, “You doing okay?”

Marc nodded, “Go ahead and put them all the way in.”

Lance pushed the rest of the way in.  “It’s so tight.”

“It will loosen up when you start to finger fuck me. . . .  Oh, that’s it. Nice and slow. .  Now spread your fingers a little.”

Lance felt the outer ring of Marc’s ass relax as he massaged the hot hole.

“James, swing around.  Let me get you good and hard.”

Lance swung around while keeping his fingers up Marc’s ass.  Taking Lance’s semi-hard cock into his mouth he plunged down the length swallowing the head.  Marc used his throat to massage the sensitive head of Lance’s now hardening cock.  Pulling off of the now hard tool Marc took a large squirt of lube and spread it over Lance’s cock mixing it with his natural lube.

“James, I want you so bad.”

Lance removed his fingers as he moved into position.  Marc raised his knees his chest, opening up his gaping hole.  Lining up the head of his cock to Marc’s hole, Lance looked up into Marc’s dark eyes.

“Just go slowly,” Marc said softly.

Lance started to push against Marc’s pucker encountering some resistance.  When Marc flinched Lance stopped pushing, “Am I hurting you?”

“No,” Marc said shaking his head.  “It’s just a little uncomfortable.  Go ahead.”

Lance tried again to enter Marc.  This time the ring was starting to open up and the head of his cock was starting to enter.  Lance was watching Marc’s face and when Marc took a sharp breath and the muscle on the right side of his face flinched Lance stopped and pulled out.  “I can’t do this.  I’m hurting you.”

Marc sighed, “I understand.”  Reaching up placing his hand behind Lance’s head he pulled him down on top of him for a deep kiss.  Lowering his legs, Marc wrapped them around Lance’s hips.  As Lance was really getting into the hot kiss, Marc slowly rolled them both over.  When Marc broke the kiss he raised himself up onto his hands and knees as he looked down on his panting boyfriend.

“Wow!”  Lance gasped as he looked up at Marc.  With a sly smile Marc sat up and reached behind him grabbing a hold of Lance’s raging hard on.  Holding it straight up he sat back on the end of it.  “What are you doing?” 

Marc locked eyes with Lance as he lowered himself down onto the hard shaft.  Marc pushed down like he was taking a dump relaxing his ring just enough for the head to slide in.  “Oh!” they both said as the head entered Marc.  Holding his position until he became accustom to the girth of Lance’s cock, Marc let out a breath and slowly sank down taking another inch before stopping.

Lance had his hands on Marc’s thighs.  The corded muscles in tension as he slowly lowered his hot ass onto his cock.  The muscles relaxed only when Marc was sitting fully on Lance’s pubic patch.

“You all right?”  Lance asked as he looked in wonder.

“Yes, just give me a minute.”  Marc closed his eyes as he slowly rose up an inch or two then lowered back down.

“You are so hot and tight,” Lance said as Marc rose up a little higher before sitting back down.

Opening his eyes Marc leaned forward reaching behind Lance pulling him up to meet in a long hot kiss.  Lance’s arms came up around Marc, trying to pull them closer together but still remain deep in Marc. 

Marc shifted slightly causing them both to roll over with Lance ending up on top.

“Slick maneuver,” Lance breathlessly said when they broke the kiss.

“Now it’s your turn.  Show me your love, James.”    Marc’s ankles were crossed and resting on Lance’s ass after the flip.  Lance raised up off of Marc as he felt Marc, pulled his legs back to his chest.  After maneuvering Marc’s legs over his shoulder Lance slowly pulled out a couple inches then plunged back in.

“Oh, yea,” Marc murmured.  Each time he pulled out he would pull out a little further before plunging back in.  Before long Lance was pulling out to where the flared head of his cock was just inside Marc ass ring.

Lance plunged in then held in place trying to get just a little more of his cock into his lover.  It felt as though Marc’s ass muscles were trying to pull him in deeper.  Lance felt Marc’s body shudder. 

“Oh!”  Marc said with a surprised looked on his face.

“What’s wrong?  Did I hurt you pushing in so far?”

“N, No,” Marc said with a laugh.  Holding up his arms he smiled at the sight. 

Lance could see what Marc was looking at.  Running his hands down both arms, on to his shoulders and across his pecks he felt the skin covered in goose bumps.  “What happened?”

“James, pull out, then back in.” 

Lance did what Marc asked then did it again.

“Do you feel the difference?”  Marc asked.

“Yes, I do feel a difference.  Less resistance.  More slippery,” Lance answered.  “What happened?”

“I think my ass just climaxed.”


“My body just provided it own lubricant.”

Lance grinned down at Marc as he returned to his thrust.  “Oh, it really makes this feel good.”  Lance reached down between their bodies and wrapped his hand around Marc’s hard cock giving it a gentle squeeze.

“No, James, don’t.  I’m so close, I want to make this last.”  Lance moved his hands to the headboard as he closed his eyes letting all his senses focus on the intense feeling he was getting from fucking Marc.

“Yes!”  Marc moaned as Lance started picking up speed.  “Come on James, fuck my ass.  That’s it, drive that monster of a cock deep in me.  Oh fuck, yes! . .  That’s the way. . . Oh shit this is so hot.”

The more Marc babbled the more turned on Lance became.  Lance shifted his angle of attack from time to time, searching for that right spot; Marc’s prostate.  When Marc let loose with an “Oh, Yes!”  Lance knew he had found the spot.  Lance knew he wasn’t too far from cumming and he wanted Marc to cum at the same time.  Taking aim at Marc’s prostate using quick short jabs he felt Marc’s body tense up.  Marc’s body arched as he let out a wail and jets of cum shout out of his cock splattering on his chest and face.  Marc’s orgasm caused his ass muscles to spasm pulling Lance over the top.

Lance collapsed on top of Marc, both trying to catch their breaths.  After a few minutes Lance raised up looking at Marc.  Leaning in he licked off the cum on his face and neck, then leaned down and shared it with Marc.

After the kiss Lance rested his head on Marc’s shoulder.  Marc’s arms and legs were still wrapped around Lance holding him in place with his still hard cock still sheathed in Marc’s warm ass.

“What are you doing?”  Lance asked with a laugh.  He could feel Marc’s ass muscles massaging his cock.

“Just making you feel better,” Marc replied.  “And maybe get you to do me again.”

“Again?” a surprised Lance asked.

Marc nodded, “It feels so good to have you in me.  I wish I had the words to tell you just how it makes me feel.”

Lance looked deep into Marc’s eyes.  There was something different there.  Something he had never seen before.  Almost like a new light was shining in his eyes.  “Don’t try to tell me, show me.”

“Are you sure?”  Marc asked as he released his leg hold around Lance’s waist.

Lance nodded, “I’m sure.”  Lance slowly pulled out of Marc.

Lance rolled onto his back, “How do you want me?”

Taking the other pillow Marc said, “You’re fine.  Let’s put this pillow under your butt.”

Lance arched his back and Marc slipped the pillow under his lower back raising his ass higher.  Lance started to raise his legs for Marc.  “Not yet,” Marc side as he crawled between Lance’s spread legs.  Marc made a long swipe with his tongue along the underside of Lance’s ridged cock.

“Yessss,” Lance hissed.

As Marc took another swipe, he pulled the hard member upright.  When he reached the swollen crown, he covered it and flicked the large drop of precum into his mouth.  Slowly Marc sank down on Lance’s eight-inch member, taking him into his throat.

Lance’s hips rose to force more of his cock into Marc’s throat.  Pushing Lance’s hips back down Marc withdrew so only the flared head remained in his mouth.  Marc’s tongue swirling around the sensitive head caused another moan from Lance. 

Moving back down the underside of Lance’s cock Marc moved to his hairy ball sack.  Spreading Lance’s legs further Marc sucked in first one then the other of Lance’s balls filling his mouth with the soft orbs.  Lance’s hands were grasping the bed sheets as Marc licked and sucked on his balls.

Letting the ball sack slip from his mouth he blew air across the sack causing it wrinkle as his balls pulled up closer to his body.

“That’s not nice,” Lance pointed out.

Marc grinned as he lifted Lance’s legs higher.  Running his tongue down Lance’s ass trench Marc soon found what he was looking for.  Marc licked the puckered opening, causing Lance to jump a little.  Probing with his tongue Marc slowly push against the tight ring.  Now pushing in and out with his tongue Marc slowly worked his way deeper into Lance.

“Oh, god.  That feels good,” Lance moaned.

As the tight ring of muscle relaxed Marc worked more saliva into his lover.  Before long Marc had worked as much of his tongue into Lance as he could.  Taking the bottle of lube Marc coated two of his fingers.  As he withdrew his tongue Marc replaced it with his fingers, slowly pushing in until he was up to his knuckles.

“You all right?”  Marc asked.

“Yes, it didn’t even hurt.”

Marc slowly started a fucking motion.  “How does this feel?”

“It feels good.  Why don’t you try two fingers?”

Marc smiled as he worked three fingers into his lover.

“Oh, yes!  That’s feeling tight now.”

Marc continued to move in and out of Lance and as he felt the muscles relax he would adjust his fingers slowly spreading them out, opening up Lance.  Marc moved up on his knees behind Lance moving his rock hard pole into position.

“James, under your pillow is a condom.  Will you hand me one?”

“Boo, you don’t have to.  I want to feel you shoot in me when you cum.”

“I understand.”

“You didn’t make me wear one when I did you,” Lance pointed out.

“James, I didn’t have you wear one because we know your sexual history.  But my sexual history is unknown.  Until I know my past I will not take a chance with your health.”

Lance grudgingly handed Marc the condom packet. 

Marc tore it open with his teeth; he found it hard to open with one hand working Lance’s rear shoot.  Holding the condom between his lips Marc turned the bottle of lube onto his erect cock.

Lance was watching Marc’s face and saw him grimace.  “What’s wrong?”

“Cold lube,” Marc mumbled as he spread the lube over his cock. 

Taking the condom he began rolling it on his cock.

“Do you need help?”  Lance chuckled.

“No.  I’ve got it,” Marc said with determination.  Once the condom was all the way on Marc picked up the bottle to find it almost empty.  There was another bottle in the bathroom but that would mean removing his fingers from Lance to go get it.  Marc had an idea as he reached behind himself to his own ass hole.  Relaxing his own anal ring he collected part of Lance’s cum to lube his cock.

Removing his fingers he positioned the head of his cock against Lance’s opening.  Looking into Lance’s eyes he said.  “James, push down like you are taking a dump.”  Marc felt the ring of muscle relax and he slowly pushed his way in.  Without breaking eye contact Marc continued to sink deeper into his lover.  Lance’s face never once showed any sign of discomfort.  Before he knew it Marc’s pubic hair was brushing against Lance’s stretched ass hole.

“How you doing?”  Marc asked.

“I’m fine.  Go ahead and push in.”

Marc smiled, “James, I’m all the way in.”

“You are?  It didn’t hurt at all,” Lance said with a little surprise.

“How does it feel?”

“Just kind of full.  You know what I mean?”

Marc had remained still inside Lance.  Slowly he pulled out a couple inches then pushed back in.

“Oh!”  Lance said, as his eyes got big.  “Do that again.”

Marc set up a slow fuck rhythm, each time pulling out a little more before plunging back in.  The moans coming from his lover told him Lance was really getting into it.  Pulling out till just the head of his cock was still inside his lover Marc changed the angle a little and when he plunged back in he got a loud “Oh yeah!” from Lance.  Having found Lance’s prostate Marc concentrated his thrust on that spot. 

“Oh, yes!  Fuck me,” Lance shouted.  “Give it to me. . . .  Faster!. . . .   Oh, yeah!  That’s the way. . . .  Ride my ass, Boo! . . .  I’m getting close. . .  Yes, that’s it make me cum. . .  Oh!  Oh!  Oh, god, I’m cumming!”

Lance arched his back as cum shot out the end of his engorged cock, cum splattering on his chest and stomach.  Every time Lance would cum his anal muscles would clamp tight around Marc’s cock bringing him over the top.

“Oh shit!  James, I’m cumming.”  Marc shot six big loads into the condom.  His body jerking as he tried to force each load out his tightly clamped cock.  Collapsing onto Lance as he tried to regain his breath.  Lance wrapped his arms around Marc as he leaned in for a kiss.  “I love you, Boo.”

“I love you, James,” Marc panted.  Slowly Lance’s ass muscles pushed out his now softening cock.   Rolling over on his back Marc pulled off the condom and held it up.

“Damn, that’s a big load,” Lance said as looked at the condom.

Marc reached over and dropped it into the wastebasket.  Turning back to Lance Marc had to laugh.  “We are a mess.”

“Yeah,” Lance agreed.  “How about a shower?”

“Good idea,” Marc said with an impish grin.  “I like showers.”

“I know you do,” Lance said as they made their way to the bathroom.

Showering together had been one of their favorite things.  But that night a new element was incorporated into their shower play.  That night they made love in the shower while standing up.  And later in the living room in front of the fireplace, where they finally fell into a deep sleep in each other's arms.

Marc woke with Lance’s morning woody poking him in the thigh.  Brushing a lock of hair from his forehead Marc leaned down and gently kissed his forehead.

Lance stirred from his slumber as he felt his hard on rubbing against warm flesh.  When Lance started to hump Marc’s leg Marc let out a big laugh. 

Lance opened his eyes and looked at Marc.  “What’s so funny?”

“Oh, nothing,” Marc snickered.  “I just can’t believe you are still horny.”

“I’m not horny.  I got to pee,” Lance informed him.  “What time is it any way?”

Marc looked at the clock on the mantle, “Almost seven.”

“Well so much for an early start,” Lance said as he got up to go to the bathroom.  Holding out a hand to Marc he asked, “Do you want to shower with me?”

“Normally the answer would be yes.  But if I do it will be noon before we get on the road.  You shower while I start breakfast.”

Breakfast was almost ready when Lance came out fully dressed.  Marc served up breakfast putting the plates on the table.  Sitting down they dove into the food. 

Lance was watching Marc as they ate. 

“What?”  Marc asked.

Lance smiled.  “Do I get breakfast made by the naked chef every morning?”

Marc grinned, “I’ll cook for you this way whenever we are alone.”

Lance’s smile faded, “Only when we are alone?”

“I’ll have to put on something when we have guest.”

“Oh, that’s right.”

“If it’s only the guys, I’ll go shirtless.”

Lance’s smile returned, “Really?  Oh, you could wear your running shorts.  You are so hot in them.”

“You like the idea of the Velcro; just give them a tug and I’m at your mercy.”

“Yeah,” Lance said as his eyes glazed over.  Nasty thoughts of what he could do.

“Down, boy,” Marc said to Lance as he patted his shoulder.  “Let’s not get excited over possibilities.”

Lance let out a big sigh, “Party pooper.”

Marc laughed, “I’m going to go get a shower. Will you do up the dishes?”

“Sure,” Lance said as he watched Marc get up and head for the bathroom.   “You better make that a cold shower.”

Marc stopped and looked down and laughed.  His guy was on the rise.

Lance had just put the last of the dishes away when Marc came out with a wastebasket and a bundle of bedding and towels.

“What are you doing?”  Lance asked.

“I don’t want my dad or Sara to find used condoms and sheets and towels stained with cum.”  Marc pulled out a trash bag and stuffed the soiled linens into it.  The condoms he dumped into the kitchen trash and pulled the bag out and tied it shut.

“You going to throw out the sheets?”  Lance asked.

“No.  The sheets we will take with us.  The rest will go in the trash can.”

“We don’t want to leave any evidence around,” Lance grinned.

“Just remember Sara stops by to check on the place each week.  Do you want her to have any information that she could use to embarrass us?”   

The memory of Sara finding Marc and him sunbathing and the delight she took in rubbing it in hit home.  “No,” Lance mumbled.

Before they left town they swung by the hospital to say good-bye Sara and Tom.  After promising to call and come back to visit Marc and Lance hit the road.

“Dad, is it me, or was there something different about those two?”

“Yeah, I noticed it too.  I don’t know what it was.”

“I think I know,” Sara said with a smirk.

“You do, what is it?”

“They both got laid.”

“You think?”

“Yea, I’d say those two are no longer virgins.”

They hadn’t been on the road an hour and Marc noticed Lance kept squirming in his seat.  “A little sore?”  Marc asked.

Lance blushed, “Some.”

“How about we stop at the next exit and stretch our legs?”  Marc offered.

“Some place we could get a soda and with a restroom,” Lance suggested.

At the next exit they found a McDonald's and made a stop.  They both used the restroom then grabbed a couple drinks and some fries.

As Lance buckled his seatbelt he let out a big sigh.

“Feeling better?”

“Yes, much better.  How are you feeling?”

Marc chuckled, “About the same as you were feeling.  I think we both will be a little sensitive back there for a while.  Do you think we over did it?”

“Maybe just a little,” Lance grinned.  “As long as we make lots of rest stops we should be all right.”

They were heading south from Milwaukee when Lance had an idea.  “Marc, will we have time to stop and see Father Andrew?”

Marc smiled, “I’d like that.”  Handing Lance his cell he asked, “I have Andy’s number programmed on my cell.  Will you dial it for me?”

Justin stuck his head through the bedroom door, “Joe, I got to go pick up Jon.  You going to be all right?”

Joey slipped the mattress onto the newly assembled bed frame.  “I’ll be fine.  I just need to bring up the nightstands then I’ll take a break.  Did you get your bed put together?”

“Not quite,” Justin said.  “When I get back will you help me put it together?”

“Sure, how long are you going to be?”

“I’ll be back by one,” Justin said as he headed out.

The bedrooms were coming together quickly.  After picking out the furniture they went shopping for linens and paint.  They had worked yesterday afternoon and most of the evening painting the two bedrooms getting them ready for the delivery of the bedroom furniture.  They wanted to have their rooms finished before Chris and JC got back in town.

Joey had set the two nightstands in place then went to place the two lamps on the nightstands when he noticed he need light bulbs.  Pulling out his cell he dialed Justin’s mobile.

“Yo!,” Justin said into his phone.

“Just, it’s me.  Will you pick up some light bulbs?”

“Sure.  What size?”

“Ah, let's see. . . .  Sixty watt.”

“How many?”  Justin asked.

“I need two and you’ll need two for your room.  Just pick up two four packs that way we’ll have enough for the other rooms.”

“No problem, will do.”

“Great.  I’ll see you later.”

“K, bye,” Justin clicked off.

Joey sat on his bed with his cell in his hand looking around wondering what he should do next when his cell began ringing.

Not looking at the phone Joe answered, “Justin what did you forget?”

“I don’t know.  What did he forget?” the voice on the other end laughed.


“I’m sure not Justin.  What’s going on?”

“Oh, I was just on the phone with him.  We need light bulbs.  He’s going to pick some up.”

“What are you doing?”  Howie asked.

“Putting together our bedrooms.”

“Oh.  So the two of you are moving in together?”

“No!  Marc bought the house behind Lance’s to put a studio in it.  It has four bedrooms and Marc said we could each furnish one to use when we wanted to crash here at night.”

“That’s cool.  Kind of like a guest house.”

“Yeah, this way they can have some privacy.  And the rest of us don’t have to listen to them going at it.”

“Has that been a problem?”  Howie asked.

“Only while on tour.  You know how it is.  Sharing rooms close together.  They both tend to get vocal when they are making love.  Even when they are in the shower, you can hear them.”

“I know what you mean,” Howie laughed.  “So, how is your room coming?”

“It’s almost done.  I just have to make the bed.”

“Ah, what. . .  Never mind.”

“What, what?  What were you going to ask?”

“It’s silly.”

“No question is silly,” Joey said.

“I.  I was going to ask.  What size bed did you get?”

Joey chuckled, “It’s a king size.  I wanted plenty of room when I entertained a guest.”

“So.  You’re planning to entertain.  Who’s the lucky girl?”

Joe remained silent for the longest time.  “It’s not for a girl.  I’m hoping it will be a close friend.”

Howie was now silent.  “Ah, anyone I’d know?”

“Maybe,” Joey said with a grin.

After a short visit with Father Andrew, they made their way through the congested expressways of Chicago heading south.  In just over an hour the bustle of the big city gave way to the open expanse of the country-side.  Lance had been quiet for a long time, staring out the side window at the open fields.

“A nickel for your thoughts,” Marc said breaking the silence.


“A nickel for your thoughts.”

“I think you mean a penny for your thoughts,” Lance corrected.

Marc shook his head, “Inflation.  It’s now a nickel.”

“Oh!”  Lance laughed.

“Well?”  Marc inquired.

Lance sighed, “I was just thinking.  I know we have traveled this route several times.  This is the first time I’ve actually seen what’s out here.”

“Well considering most of the time you guys travel is at night and you were most likely asleep.  I can understand it.”

“That’s it.  We travel all over the country and all we see is cities.  We miss all of this.”

“Yep, you’re right.  You all have missed out on thousands of acres of corn.”

“There is more than just corn,” Lance protested.  “Look at that field over there.  It’s not corn.  It looks like watermelon.”

Marc glanced at the field Lance had indicated.  “James, what color is a watermelon?”


“And what color are those watermelons?”

“Yellowish orange,” Lance said.  Looking at Marc’s smirk, he knew he was wrong.  “Their just not ripe yet.”

“If you say so,” Marc laughed.

“Well, what are they then.”

“I think they are pumpkins.”

“No they aren’t, pumpkins are bright orange.”

“The ones you see at Halloween are bright orange,” Marc stated.  “Those are the kind of pumpkins they make pumpkin pies out of.”

Lance looked closely at the field and let out a soft, “Oh.”

As they were finishing another rest stop Marc was checking out a wall display of sights and attractions in Illinois.  Picking one brochure he had to smile.  Walking over to the large map Marc noted a slight detour was in order.

Lance was sleeping when Marc made the turn onto a new expressway.  Forty minutes later Marc called out, “James, wake up.”

“What?”  Lance mumbled not quite awake.

“You ready for a rest stop?”

Sitting up straight, “Yeah, sure.  Where are we?”

Marc was just coming off the off ramp when he pointed to the sign.  Welcome to Morton Illinois "Pumpkin Capital of the World."

“You’re shitting me.”

Marc chuckled as they pulled up to a stoplight.  Before them was the Nestle/Libby's pumpkin packing plant.  Big semis loaded with pumpkins were lined up.  Marc decided to circle the plant.  Lance’s jaw dropped open as he watched a semi with a load of pumpkins being unloaded, by tilting the entire tractor-trailer on huge hydraulic lifts.  Huge piles of pumpkins, as high as the plant itself, were waiting for processing. 

“What’s that smell?”  Lance asked wrinkling his nose.


“It sure doesn’t smell like pumpkin to me.”

“You mean it doesn’t smell like a pumpkin pie?”  Marc laughed.

“Yeah, this smells awful.”

“That’s because you are smelling the beginning of the process.  The good smells of cinnamon and nutmeg comes at the end, before they can it.”

They had completed their circle of the plant and Marc was headed back to the expressway.  Taking one last look Lance said, “That’s a lot of pumpkins.”

They had made it to the southern end of Missouri as the last light of the day was sinking below the hills of the Ozarks.  Taking the next exit they found a motel with a nearby restaurant.  Returning from a late supper a quick shower then they both fell asleep cuddled in each other's arms.

The sun was just coming up when nature called Marc’s name.  Slipping out of Lance’s grasp Marc made his way to the bathroom to pee.  As he was finishing up Lance padded in, “Did I wake you?”

“No.  Needed to pee too.  What time is it?”

“A little after six,” Marc said as he stepped back so Lance could use the toilet.

“I think I died when my head hit your shoulder,” Lance said as he finished up.

“Me too.  How do you feel now?”

“Rested,” Lance said as he turned into Marc’s open arms.  Leaning up he gave Marc a good morning kiss.

“Ah, I missed that last night,” Marc said.  “You were asleep before we could say goodnight.”

“Sorry about that.  Since we are both awake want to fool around?”

Marc chuckled, “As good as it sounds, I don’t think so.”

“Why?”  Lance asked puzzled.

“Not here in a motel.  What we do is considered as unnatural act in this state.  I don’t want to go to jail if someone bust in on us.”

“We’ve messed around all summer,” Lance pointed out.

“We were protected by our own security.  And I think the hotels we stayed at would rather look the other way then lose such a large booking.”

“So, when will we be in a safe place?”

“Your parents' home,” Marc said with a sly grin.

“No, don’t think so,” Lance said shaking his head. 

Marc laughed.  “Wouldn’t feel right, would it?”

“I’d just die if I thought they had heard us having sex.”

“Well that leaves only our homes.  What we do in the privacy of our own home is nobody's business.”

“That’s the pits,” Lance pouted.  “No more fun and games in a hotel room.” 

“Not exactly right.  We shouldn’t have any problems in a high-class hotel.  Your celebrity status would make it safe.”

Lance’s smile returned.  “Let’s check out and hit the road.  We could be at my parents' house by early afternoon.” Giving Marc a quick kiss before going to dress.

It was just after two in the afternoon when Marc pulled into Lance’s parents' driveway.  Jim Bass looked up as a van pulled to a stop in his driveway.  Shutting down the lawnmower a smile spread across his face as his son climbed out of the van and waved.

Diane Bass came out of the house when she heard car doors closing. 

“Mom!” Lance called out as he swept Diane into a hug.

“Oh, baby, welcome home,” Diane said after giving her son a kiss.

“Son,” Jim said as Lance gave his dad a hug.

“I’ve missed you, Dad.”

“We didn’t expect you for a couple more hours,” Jim said as he released his son.  A tall young man came from around the other side of the van. 

“Marc, honey, it so good to see you,” Diane said as held out her arms.

Marc grinned as he went into Diane’s arms giving her a hug and kiss on the cheek.  “It’s good to see you again, Diane.  Thank you for letting me come and visit.”

“Dad, I’d like you to meet someone special,” Lance said taking his dad’s hand.  “Dad, I’d like you to meet my boyfriend, Marc Newman.  I mean Morgan.”

Jim looked at his son with a raised eyebrow.  “Aren’t you sure of his name?”

Marc laughed, “It’s kind of confusing.  Two days ago it went from Newman to Morgan.  I was adopted by my foster dad.”

“Marc, this is my dad, Jim Bass.”

“It’s nice to meet you, sir,” Marc said as he shook hands with Lance’s father.

“Marc, the name is Jim.”

“Okay, Jim.”

“Have you boys had lunch?”  Diane inquired.

“Yes, Mom.”

“Why don’t we all go in and have something to drink,” Diane suggested.

“That’s a good idea,” Jim said.  “I’ll be in after I put up the yard tools.”

“Sorry we interrupted your yard work,” Marc said.

“Oh, I was just killing some time while waiting for you two to arrive.  I can finish this up later.”

Marc looked at the half cut yard.  “We’ve been sitting for the last eight hours.  How about we give you a hand and finish up the yard now.”

“You don’t have to do that,” Jim said.

“It can be finish later,” Lance said.

Marc turned to Lance surprised.  “Is doing yard work beneath a rock star?”


“Or are you not up for some manual labor?” 

“Of course I’m up to it.”

“Good,” Marc said with a smirk.  Turning to Jim, “Our two willing bodies are yours to command.”

Diane laughed, “If you are going to help why don’t you change into something more comfortable.”

Marc and Lance grabbed their bags out of the van and went in to change.

“Well?”  Diane said as she stood next to her husband.

“I like him,” Jim said.  “Any one who could get Lance to do lawn work has my admiration.”

Lance and Marc returned in shorts and t-shirt ready to go to work.  Marc took over the mowing from Jim while Lance worked on edging the lawn.  It was a hot day and it didn’t take long before the t-shirts were removed. 

Marc had just gone around to the back of the house to empty the grass catcher when another car pulled up.

Lance looked up and smiled, “Hey, Sis.”

“I don’t believe my eyes.  My little brother doing yard work.”

“It’s not my idea.  I was drafted,” Lance said as he gave his sister a hug.

“Dad?”  Stacy asked.

“No.  Marc.”

“Your boyfriend?”

Lance nodded.

“I need to meet this man of yours.”

Marc came around the corner with an empty grass catcher. 

“Marc,” Lance called out.  Marc looked up and smiled and went over to join Lance.  “Marc, this is my sister, Stacy.  Stacy, this is my boyfriend, Marc Morgan.”

“It’s nice to meet you, Stacy,” Marc said as they shook hands.  “Sorry about the dirty hands.”

“It’s all right, Marc.  I’m glad to finally meet the man who captured my brother's heart.”

“Hi, Mom,” Stacy said as he mother came out.

“Stacy, honey, you’re early.  Isn’t Ford with you?”

“He’ll be here in a bit.  He had a late meeting.”

Punching Lance in the arm, Marc said, “Come on, let’s finish the yard.”

“Where are you getting all this energy?”  Lance asked.

Marc leaned in and whispered, “I haven’t had any sex in almost two days.  I need to get rid of some of this pent up energy.”  Lance’s only reaction was to blush before returning to work.

Diane and Stacy watched the boys get back to work.  “Well, what do you think?”  Diane asked.

“How did my nerd of a brother end up with such a hunk?”

“He is a hunk, isn’t he?” Diane agreed with a laugh.

The mowing was completed and Jim went to put the mower away.  Lance was weeding a flowerbed while Marc was picking up the rest of the garden tools.  Stacy was helping by spraying the sidewalk of the last of the grass clippings of with a hose.  Marc had picked up the last rake and was headed to the back when he noticed Stacy standing behind Lance watching him pull weeds.  She had the look of a woman trying to decide on something.  As Marc walked by he saw what she was looking at.  Lance had squatted down and was pulling weeds.  What Stacy was looking at was Lance’s big case of plumbers butt.  Out of the top of his shorts half his ass crack was showing. 

Marc looked from Lance to Stacy, still holding the hose and chewing on her bottom lip.  Stacy glanced up to a grinning Marc, then back to Lance, then to Marc one more.  Marc looked at the hose Stacy was holding then looked at Lance’s exposed crack.

Stacy followed Marc’s gaze from the hose to her brother.  Looking back at Marc he nodded his head toward Lance.  A wicked smile crept across her face when she understood Marc’s meaning.

Glancing once more at Marc she saw his grin was bigger.  As she raised the nozzle Marc’s head nodded.  Turning toward her brother she stepped closer. . . . .


Okay, it’s not a big cliffhanger.  But you all can see where this is going.

This chapter was a hard one for me to write.  I’m not comfortable doing sex scenes as you may have noticed.  Most of the time I’ll do the set up to sex and let you, the readers use your own imagination to fill in the good parts.  But this time I felt I needed to present it as I did.  There are things hidden in the act that will become clearer as the story progresses.  My goal is to use sex as a tool of the story not to make sex the story.

 Feedback is always welcome. 

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