Date: Mon, 28 Feb 2000 17:43:11 -0800 (PST) From: Justin Moore Subject: NSYNC at the GRAMMY's The following story is not meant to suggest anything about the sexuality of the members of NSYNC. As far as I know, all the of the members are straight. This story is purely fictional and meant for entertainment purposes only. With that said, sit back and enjoy. "So, how does it feel to win four Grammy's in one night?" a New York reporter asked NSYNC. "It feels great," Lance Bass responded with a quivering voice. Something did, indeed, feel great to Lance at the moment, but the Grammy's were the farthest from his mind. It was Justin Timberlake's soft, gentle hands, steadily stroking Lance's cock that felt so good. This had become somewhat of a tradition for the two under the table at press conferences. But they had never really "been together" or even seen each other naked. Justin now had one hand on Lance's hard, wide 7 inches and one on his own lean 8 inches. As Lance reached his orgasm his face tightened and he closed his eyes. But just before he blew his load he blurted out, "Not this time," interrupting J.C. Chavez. Justin's hand suddenly went still and the entire room was staring at Lance. "Oh, my bad," Lance said, trying to redeem himself. The attention of the room quickly went from Lance to Chris Kirkpatrick who answered the next question. Justin then looked over at Lance with a worried expression on his face. Lance grabbed a pen and a scrap piece of paper and hastily sketched, "I'M TIRED OF ALL THIS CHEAP SHIT. I WANT TO FEEL YOU INSIDE ME. YOU UP FOR IT?" As Justin read the note Lance could tell he was into it as his eyes gleamed brighter and a cute smile developed on his face. "Justin, do you guys still plan on touring in Europe this summer," another reporter asked. Justin turned to Lance and said, "Hell yeah," answering two questions at once. Lance smiled back, understanding completely. The press conference finally concluded and most of the members of NSYC were very hungry. Being influenced by J.C., they chose a new sushi restaurant in Times Square. "Let's go guys," Chris said. "I'm starving." "You know what guys, me and Lance are going to stay for a while. I heard Brian McKnight is still here and I need to talk to him," Justin explained. "We're not all that hungry anyways. You guys go ahead and pick us up on the way pack." By this time Lance was pitching a tent at the mere thought of having Justin all to himself. He had desired Justin for years and had always tried to see him with his shirt off or in the shower. Now he was going to feel Justin inside him? Lance trembled at the thought. "Alright guys, we'll see ya," J.C. replied. J.C. and Joey walked out of the press room, to the limo. "I'll be right there," Chris explained. "No funny business you two," is all Chris said to Lance and Justin. You see, he was the only member that knew about Lance and Justin's relationship, because he usually set by Justin at the press conferences (Lance always sat at the end of the table). With that, Chris left, leaving Lance and Justin alone. Completely ignoring Chris' comment they started to think about what they should do. "So, how do you want to do this?" Lance questioned. "Well, let's get out of these clothes for one thing," Justin advised. With that, he took off his shirt leaving a white wife-beater. It soon followed revealing a great body that Lance was not at all disappointed with. He had a well-defined six-pack and nice pecs. The "happy-trail" of hair going down from Justin's belly-button drove Lance wild. Lance's shirt soon followed revealing a nice body that was a little chunky, just the way Justin liked it. "Damn belt," Justin complained as he struggled to unbuckle it. "Let me help," Lance suggested as he reached for Justin's crotch. The belt was undone (very easily to Lance's surprise) and Justin's black Armoni pants were dropped. This left only Justin's baby-blue silk boxer shorts. Lance had never seen a pair of sexier legs, as he loved the thick blonde hair that covered them. There was a drip of liquid on Justin's boxers, obviously precum that he couldn't contain. The boxers were slid down, showing Justin's manhood. All 8 inches of it. "Now I see why we call you curly," Lance remarked referring to Justin's pubes. Justin laughed lightly, but he could take no more. Without warning he pushed his cock into Lance's mouth. "Umm," Justin let out as it entered Lance's warm, wet opening. The "job" started slowly as Lance licked all around Justin's head. He finally found Justin's magic spot, the foreskin directly under his cock-head. With every stoke of Lance's wet tongue against his fully developed dick, Justin trembled. He began to thrust in and out of Lance's mouth while Lance was jacking himself off at Justin's feet. When they could both last no longer, they cummed simultaneously. Justin quickly lifted Lance to his feet and began to kiss him in hopes of tasting his own fluids. His taste buds were satisfied and he began to harden again. "I know I can go again," Lance exclaimed. "Me too. So you really want me inside you?" Justin asked eagerly. "Hell yeah," Lance said as he pulled a condom from his pocket. "I knew this day would come sometime," he said as he smiled back at Justin. Justin grinned and said, "Only if you're sure. I don't want to hurt you Lance." "Come on let's do this." "Alright. I'm going to lay down on that table. Lower yourself on to me." Justin always fucked like this so he could see his companion. "Hold on. You're forgetting something." Lance warned. He unwrapped the condom and stretched it over Justin's sweaty, quivering dick. Lance could tell Justin was ready as he showed much pleasure by just applying a condom. Lance's pants and boxers dropped quickly. "Turn around," Justin told Lance. Lance did and bent over without instruction. One finger fit easily, but two was a more difficult task. "Shit," Lance let out as two of Justin's soft fingers were fully inserted in his hole. "That should do it," Justin proclaimed. Justin walked to the table nude, and very sexy. He laid down with his hands behind his head. "Show me what you've got sexy," Justin said to Lance with his 8 inches fully erect. Lance crawled onto the table and their cocks accidentally met. It was a feeling of erotica for Lance who had waited for this for so long. He sat down on Justin's abdomen and then lifted his body over Justin's dick. He then began to lower, slowly as the two glared at each other. His hole was getting closer and closer to Justin's head when they finally met. Lance reached behind him to spread his opening farther. The more of Justin's cock that Lance took in the more pain he underwent. When tears began to form in Lance's eyes, Justin said, "Hey man. Let's not do this. I don't want to hurt you and you are really good at sucking cock." Without speaking Lance pushed farther down until Justin's manhood was completely inserted. "Hell yeah," Justin let out. Lance began to smile again as he knew the worst part was over. Up and down the two went for quite a bit of time. They smiled at each other as they knew the pace would have to pick up. With every thrust Justin's perfect balls banged Lance's ass. As they continued to fuck, Lance started to jack himself off. This picture of Lance stroking his own cock, muscles bulging with every stroke, sent Justin over the edge. He could feel his orgasm coming on. He cummed load after load into Lance's asshole. The cum began to seep out of Lance and into Justin's pubic hair. Lance finally cummed too, all over Justin's hard stomach. Lance slid off of Justin, giving him a feeling of erotica. Justin grabbed Lance and brought him up to him. They kissed for a while and Lance finally decided to get a towel to clean up both of their fluids. As Lance was walking away Justin started to laugh. "What's so funny sexy?" Lance asked. "The MTV Music Video Awards are next week!" Well, that's it. What did you think? I'd love to hear from you at lucent_abc22@yahoo.com. Let me know if you thin kI should make a second submission. I will try to reply to all of your emails. Thanks for reading my story!