Date: Mon, 2 May 2005 09:54:20 -0700 (PDT) From: gabriel leven Subject: justin searching-1 DISCLAIMER: This story has absolutely nothing to do with reality. This is a completely fictional story. The words that make the story that follows is not intended to imply anything about Justin Berfield's, or any other celebrity's true sexuality in any way shape or form. I do not personally know any of the celebrities listed or know of any details of their personal lives. Please send all feedback and suggestions for future celebrities to degobln@yahoo.com. Justin Searching By Gabriel Leven Chapter 1 In attempting to define virginity, you must consider the idea that no two people think alike. I am no different. I have my own ideas as to how this world works and I live by these ideas almost as a religion. A religion of those things that stray far from the boundaries of recorded deviance, and one of obscurity. I am Justin Berfield, an actor on a very popular t.v. show who is lesser know then my two famous co-stars. At seventeen, I was still a virgin. To me, the idea of saving my self was not all to important, and my virginity was not something I was greatly fond of for that matter. So as some people do, I woke up one morning with the mind set that this day in particular would be the day that I became a man and put away childish things...sort of. (Flashback) It almost seemed to happen over night. The leaves changed from a luscious green to autumnal shades of orange, yellow, brown, and a vibrant red. During this era, many things happened over night. New ideas came with new ideas, and I considered myself, like the seasons before me, changed. I no longer had a problem with my lust for those swinging a penis, and in fact, came to welcome the idea of becoming a hedonistic freak. "You should come out to me tonight," I thought I heard Frankie suggest. "What!" I asked surprised by what I thought I heard. "You should come out with me tonight," is what he actually said. "I don't know, I am very exhausted," I tried to protest his invitation. "Trust me, it'll be fun," he argued back. I pondered on it for a few moments, and though I really did not want to go out, it would be rude if I would have turned him down. Not that I waited hand and foot on Frankie Muniz, I've just been blowing him off a lot lately for the sake of doing nothing and being a hermit. I just think that sometimes I am more then capable of being a very bad friend. "Fine, but I'm driving," I agreed with much reluctance, poking fun at his bad driving record. "Okay, I'll be at your house by nine," he made plans before leaving the room. "See you later," I greeted him goodbye as he almost ignored me with an exception of a slight nod as he walked away. I returned to my previous task of stuffing my face with a turkey and cheese sandwich. Rolled my eyes realizing I hadn't a stitch to wear to what ever event it was that Frankie was dragging me to tonight. Going out clubbing I'm more then sure, but I find it so much easier to stray away from assuming to many things. ............................................................................................................................................................ "Where are we going?" I could not resist calling Frankie on my drive home and asking him. "Clubbing," he reflected many ideas with just one word. "What kind of club?" I further questioned him. "What kind of club do you think?" He answered my question, with a question in that way that he is pompous and thinks everyone who does not think like him is behind on something. "Hmm," I hummed, "some place loud, packed wall to wall with obnoxious fans, drunk celebrities and Paris Hilton." "Yeah, minus the dumb bitch, hopefully," he joked. I laughed a bit at his cheap shot but it did not last long. I still did not want to go out but it seemed I already had talked myself into something I could not have walked out of by this point in time. After hanging up with him I finished the ride home with a stop for food. Eating has always been a chore, not only do you have to eat the food, but you also have to make it turn to muscle as quickly as possible. ............................................................................................................................................................ We were granted instant access to the nightclub being who we were, or at least who Frankie was. Walking in, my mood and thoughts on the evening completely changed. Hot guys galore, my eyes wandered carelessly in an almost awe at the amount of attractive human meat. We walked through the crowd, towards the "bar", though neither of us are old enough yet, it did not matter for this bar in question was a non-alcoholic one...it sucks! We sat our selves down for a drink, Frankie turning so that he could see the majority of the rest of the club, I watched through the perfectly placed mirrors behind the shelving of the bar. I loved watching people, especially the ones with a dick swinging between the legs and are nice to look at. "I"ll be right back," Frankie announced over the loud music. I knew then that he was lying, that if he came back at all it would not be right away. I was not mad, even if he did drag me out here against my wanting to. But it did not matter. I did not care, I was being stalked, hunted. I saw him about five minutes earlier, at first I thought he was watching Frankie, but when Frankie disappeared behind the scenes he still kept gazing into my direction. I did not know how I should feel...scared, flattered? Either way I knew one thing I felt that had nothing to do with what I should have. Down below, beneath the view of prying eyes, my anatomy started to become a wild beast not for the taming. It pressed hard into my boxers and jeans as my excitement grew of watching my hunter trying to nonchalantly stalk me. I was not scared, more excited I think by this point. At times he seemed to disappear and blend in with the crowd, but Elijah Wood has eyes that glow brighter then most. I recognized him from his eyes, and by his eyes, I followed his every move through a mirror as he slowly approached me. "A V8 Splash," he ordered his drink, all the while standing inches to my side but not yet acknowledging my presence. I took another drink of my drink as he waited for his own. I wondered why it was he stood so close at a bar where their were plenty of empty places to get a drink from, not to mention he's not even supposed to get them from the middle but from the counter. With patience I waited for him to say something to me. I could feel his eyes, burning into me as they observed my every mood, somehow without even looking directly at me. His drink came already poured into a glass with a piece of celery hanging out. "It never fails to hit the spot," Elijah commented to me after taking his first drink. For a moment I did not know what to say. Lost for words I felt as if I was losing any say in the situation. "I've never had one," was all that I could think to say. I then, looked at him, and into him. I knew then what was going to happen this night. As if in his gaze he spoke louder then words, of his obvious lust for me. "Oh no shit, here try this one," he said while lifting the glass to my face. Instead of arguing, I took the drink from his hand and tried it. I humored him in hopes of being able to play this game he had made for us both. I didn't like it, the drink was horrible. "Here you still have some on your chin," he said before taking his finger, wiping it off then putting the finger in his mouth, "tastes good." Maybe it was the way he looked at me, from the corners of his eyes, that painted the picture of the very near future. Maybe it could of been that I was quickly trying to lose my virginity. Despite the many answers I have, one was for certain, I agreed to leave with Elijah because of my own need to cum. ............................................................................................................................................................ "Hey, I'm leaving," I said to an unfound Frankie upon his answering his phone. "Already!" he protested. "Yeah, I'm...tired," I lied looking up at Elijah, the source of my tiredness. "Fine, I'll take a cab, see you tomorrow," Frankie greeted me farewell. "Yeah, tomorrow," I agreed then hung up. We continued to walk towards my car, Elijah not driving himself. Their was a lot more to this then meets the eye, we did have conversation in the club, but as this was just going to be a one night stand, conversation would be a pointless matter to keep record of. "The black one next to the green one," I said to Elijah while disarming the alarm so that he could see which car was mine. The orange turn signals flashed upon pressing the button, the lights seemed to flirt with Elijah as he approached my car. "Oh," he simply replied to my pointing it out. ............................................................................................................................................................ The streets belonged to those going out tonight, the streets belonged to me. They led the way because they knew the path that I was taking. I pulled in front of my house, wasting no time with finding the garage or a proper parking spot other then getting it far enough into the driveway so that it was completely on my property. The whole time, he barely said a word, and to this I was becoming quite annoyed by the minute. On the elevator ride up I could only think that nothing was going to happen tonight, since my prudeness of being a virgin, and his inability to say more then two words was taking control of the situation. I wondered what it was he was going to say, what thing he thought he was going to do to get me to have sex with him. I'm sure he already knew that I was up for this some time ago, but with this knowledge would he act? On closing my front door and locking it, I would quickly come to understand how it was he planned this trip. I turned around to him being right their in my face. Without caution, and with much welcome, he leaned in to kiss me with as much dirty tongue as I desired. His hands slid down my back, and beneath the waist line of my lose fitting jeans. His fingers massaged my ass as his tongue massaged my mouth. All of him worked me over so that Before he even found his hands in the front of my pants, I was completely hard. First his hands only went down the inside of my pants, and not my boxers. Either way the warmth of having my dick first touched was almost enough to make me put aside the playing and get down to doing the deed. Patience however would prove to be the victor. Following suit, I put my hand to the waistline of his pants, with my finger hanging like hooks, latched to the waist. He went from kissing my mouth to tonguing my neck, then nibbling on my ears. I slowly undid the buckle of his belt, then without any more stalling, I touched my first dick, bare skin and all. I instantly felt the difference that said this was nothing but a rock hard cock my hands found, sliding past the waistline of his underwear. He breathed heavily into my ear is I grabbed hold of it by the tender head. "Do you like my cock?" He asked through a whisper as he began to talk dirty to me. I replied with a simple nod. "Do you want to suck my cock?" He whispered into the other ear. In responding, I did not use words or body language, I continued to kiss his neck as I pushed him backwards down on the couch. I then took my shirt off as he did the same and I got back on top of him and began to lick his chest. It tasted salty as I think he had been dancing tonight. It was so hot, his skin pale, yet warm, his nipples hard and cold, and his body just magnificent to every sense. He ran his fingers through my hair all the while I slowly explored his body, with each lick suck and nibble, I got further south. The further south I got, the more restless he became, the rougher he played with my hair, and the more sound came from within him. I helped him remove his shoes, and blue jeans which by this time were practically at his knees anyway. The rest of him seemed as pale and frail as the upper body did. Regardless, it turned me on immensely and I began to rub my self through my boxers. "Suck my dick," he perversely whispered this demand. Though it was never my intentions to act myself a whore, I instantly became one. I wonder if Elijah was just that hot, hot enough to make even virgins become whore's before him. I did not argue with him, or listen to my inner voice. With both hands I tugged his underwear down with such swiftness that his seven inch dick, which seemed to be pulled down by the boxers, flopped back up smacking his lower abs with an obvious sound. Having Elijah Wood nude on my bed below me, I did what only came natural, as instinct, and took as much of him into my mouth as possible. I didn't like the taste, and didn't like the feel. I could not deep throat, and I was almost ready to pull up, but then I felt his hand on my shoulders as he began to slowly thrust into my mouth. "Just tell me before you cum," I asked of him coming up for a moment jacking him off. He nodded his head as he seems to be a man of little words. I went back down on him. The more I flickered my tongue across his head it seemed the further he wanted to thrust into me. I had to be the one in control because it seemed he lost his. Still, I blew him as best I could, sucking his dick as if it were not the first time. I obviously did a good job since his moaning and playing with my hair had become intense. I continued to work my mouth over his hard dick. Going down each time I could feel it seeming to get harder when without much more time... "I'm gonna cum," Elijah panted. I came off of him just in time, as his first shot of hot spooge splattered on my lips, dripping down my chin. The rest of it shot all over his chest and stomach. He lay still a moment, his only motions were of his heavy breathing. I did not know what to expect next, but what ever it was I wanted, I at least expected the same favor to be returned. I even became very excited to the idea of Elijah Wood blowing me just as I went down on him. I was disappointed. Instead of sucking me off, he pulled my boxers down and gave me a hand job. I was used. However I did my best to make do and enjoy him jacking me off for whatever it was worth. After he proved to be selfish, he got dressed in the dark and left into the unknown night, he even managed to accidentally leave wearing my favorite shirt. I was disappointed in being used, but happy to have my first experience out of the way. I know that most people would not consider me having lost my virginity that night, but to them I argue would you then consider me a pure virgin after what I just done? ............................................................................................................................................................ I would see Elijah every now and again, here and their, but we would never talk. He never knew that he was my first, and I found it more of a comfort that people like him not know of the position they had over me. Okay now, this is where it gets a bit weird for most people. After this encounter I decided to put off sex and relationships for awhile. I did not know then but awhile easily became two years. What happened with Elijah happened two years ago. I am now nineteen, ready to grab the world by the balls. I was ready for anything, especially those things of sexual indulgence, deviance. I was ready to start playing the game in every aspect, I was ready to search for what I did not know? **Interested in all of your suggestions...esp. ones of other celebrities you want me to pair him up with. degobln@yahoo.com