Date: Mon, 17 Oct 2016 22:48:42 -0400
From: acitoreym@gmail.com
Subject: Making a Belieber: Part One

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Making a Belieber: Part One

Shawn Mendes was the hottest new thing. He was young, sexy, talented, and
humble. Justin Bieber couldn't have that. It was bad for his image. Both
pop stars were Canadian, and while Justin had the advantage of being a few
years older and more experienced, Shawn had the naivety of youth and a
clean slate.

Shawn was newly 18, on tour, and full of energy. Justin was 22, at Shawn's
show, and ready to make a Belieber of the hottest thing to come out of
Canada since... well, him. The older boy didn't want all of the fame to
himself. He didn't even care so much about album or ticket or merchandise
sales, or even worldwide recognition and awards. What mattered was Shawn
knowing his place in the hierarchy of popstardom. Shawn wouldn't be his
first conquest by any means, but it was one about which Justin was more
excited than he could remember. First he had to feel out the younger
superstar, and then play his role just right to mold Shawn into yet another
celebrity Belieber.

The show had ended about an hour ago. Shawn's first obligation was to sign
tons of photos, shirts, and records for VIP fangirls. He gave out
handshakes and hugs and winks, and still smirked at the girls' giggles or
quivers or tears. He loved having such an effect on people. He knew that
deep down inside some of these girls were wet for him, and they'd go home
later and picture themselves on their knees in front of their pop idol, or
on their backs underneath him.

Justin stood a distance from the meet and greet, but still had a great view
of Shawn. Their four year age difference was quite the opposite when it
came to height. Shawn was a bit over six feet tall, dwarfing most of the
girls that crowded around him and waited in line to grope him as much as
their nerves would allow. Justin had been there. He still was there, in
every way, and he loved it. He knew what Shawn was feeling. The power,
obsession, sex appeal... it was enthralling.

Shawn had just finished. His security detail surrounded him and took him
around a corner. Event security dispersed the small crowd and escorted the
fans from the backstage area. Justin waited for them all to go and then
walked around the same corner Shawn had turned. Justin spotted Shawn's
manager, Andrew--an early convert, easily crumbled into a Belieber at
little more than the snap of a finger. Andrew walked toward Bieber, trying
to look collected in his presence.

"Hey, Justin," Andrew greeted. "How's it going?

"Good, man, good. Helluva show the kid puts on," Justin complimented.

"Yeah, definitely," Andrew agreed, giving Justin a quick up-and-down scan,
an unmistakable mindfuck to use later in his dreams. "Well, listen, Shawn's
in the shower now, cleaning up, so he'll be ready in about an hour. He
knows you're here and we're looking forward to hanging out later. We booked
a pretty sweet VIP spot at a club downtown and we--"

Commotion broke out behind Justin. He turned to see a pair of girls who had
broken through event security and were now tangling with Shawn's personal
security. There was scratching and groping going on and plenty of screaming
as these girls were clearly off their hinges.

"Wait here," Andrew told Justin with a stroke of his arm. The manager ran
toward the incident and struggled to contain it and remove the girls.

Justin silently thanked his hired distraction and used it to slip around
another corner and into Shawn's room. It was tastefully decorated, spotted
with plush furniture, a table of food and drinks, a couple of tables for
sitting or putting your feet up, and a few bags of luggage. One bag was
opened and had clearly been rummaged. Justin spotted on the floor a dark
t-shirt soaked through with sweat. Shoes had been kicked off nearby,
discarded dirty black socks not far. In the middle of it all was a pair of
jeans that had been stepped out of, and bunched between them a pair of gray
boxer briefs. There were obvious sweat stains in them. Justin held them up
by the waistband, inspecting the line of sweat that had escaped Shawn's ass
crack. Justin took a long look at the bottom seam of the briefs, imaging it
pressed firmly against Shawn's hot taint. He turned the briefs around and
admired the sweaty, empty, loose crotch area. It had been stretched, for
sure, the former cage for what promised to be an impressive member. Justin
imagined Shawn sporting a secret hard-on during his performance. The older
boy remembered those days. It was hard to avoid when thousands of girls
were screaming for you. They were all within his reach, and they were all
surely willing. They would jump up and down, their pert new titties holding
much of his focus. Justin had evolved since then, but it turned him on a
bit to think of Shawn in his old shoes.

Justin balled up the underwear, pressed it against his face, and took in
multiple long, deep breaths through both his nose and his mouth. His tongue
licked the cotton and tasted the sweat, and he even bit a wet spot so he
could squeeze out more flavor. Satisfied, Justin threw the underwear in a
ball back onto the ground and took a seat on a nearby couch.

He could hear the water running in the next room. He stared at the door,
waiting, until the water stopped. That's when Justin repositioned himself.
He slouched down, put one foot up on a coffee table, and put the other one
along the length of the couch so his legs were practically spread eagle,
his trackies loose in that section and drooping down so they rested on his
semi-chubbed dick and loose ballsack. Shawn stepped out of the bathroom and
jumped at the sight of Justin Bieber on his couch. He was drying his hair
with a towel. He brought it down to his lower body immediately, covering
his crotch and thighs, which were unfortunately already hidden by a pair of
loose boxers spotted with water from the shower.

"Shit, my bad," Justin said with a hidden smirk. "I didn't mean to scare
you. Andrew sent me in so I figured I'd just hang out `til you were done."

"Damn, yeah," Shawn stammered, moving toward his luggage bag. "Let me just
throw something on real quick."

He leaned down to grab a pair of basketball shorts he slid on in one fluid
motion. Justin admired the thighs and curve of a butt he was able to make
out for those few short seconds. It was nice, but it was not satisfying; it
was not enough. Shawn remained shirtless, a fact that Justin attributed to
being a straight, still mostly-teenaged boy. He had no shame, and for good
reason. Shawn's body was surprisingly developed. It was tediously muscled,
tight in all the right places and some of the unexpected ones, as well. His
arms were large for a teenager, his pecs admirable, his abdomen the stuff
of dreams for so many guys their age. His legs were long, tenuous toward
the bottom but thicker like trunks at the thigh. Justin imagined that what
lay between the two enticing upper and lower halves was a prize that could
satisfy just about anyone's desires.

"What's up, man, how you been?" Shawn asked casually as he grabbed a bottle
of water from the table and sat in a chair near Justin's couch.

"Good, how `bout you?"

"Damn good, it's been so much fun," Shawn said genuinely. "You know, you
get it."

"Hell yeah, no doubt. I saw you doing that meet and greet shit after the
show. You loved it."

"Yeah, my fans are awesome, I love meeting them."

Justin chuckled and nodded slowly. "I bet, but like... you know... you love the
attention."

"I'm just glad they like my music so much. I'm blessed."

"Yeah, yeah, of course, we all are, right..." Justin played along. "But we
know what they all want."

Shawn grinned and nodded, breaking eye contact and leaning back in his
chair. "Yeah, there's that. Not all of them, though. I don't think so."

"Well, sure, a lot of them will want you to sing to them, a nice serenade
on a romantic walk in a park or on a beach or some shit. They want you to
take them on dates and give them gifts and snuggle with you to look at the
stars."

Shawn laughed at the goofiness of it all, but refused to deny the honesty
of it.

"But in the end, they all want the same thing, and you know what that is,"
Justin paused to bring a hand down to his pants and cup his junk through
the thin material. "They want the dick!"

"Nah, man, not all of them," Shawn said with a laugh, shaking off the
straight homoeroticism of the situation. "Some of them just want someone to
care about them."

"Yeah, sure, but after dinner and a movie they want you to dick them down!"
Justin said animatedly. "They wanna drop to their knees and blow you in an
elevator. They wanna give you a handjob in a public hot tub, make you bust
a nut without anyone else knowing. These girls want you to grab them by
their pigtails and gag them with your cock until you cream all over their
titties."

Shawn looked a little taken aback partway through the tirade, but he
recovered with a boisterous, albeit nervous, laugh.

"Come on, tell me you haven't had a teenie-bopper choking on your dick
while you lay back with your eyes closed after a show."

Shawn didn't want to deny it. He didn't want to brag, but he wanted Justin
to know the truth of it. A few, man... not all the time."

"No, not all the time," Justin agreed. "You gotta feel them out. The really
dirty ones, the ones that'll do anything... they also won't tell anyone. One,
they're pretty sure no one's gonna believe they swallowed three of Justin
Bieber's loads next to a dumpster behind a stadium. Two, they don't want
people to know how much of a slut they are. They don't want people to know
that between swallowing my cum they begged to lick my ass," Justin laughed
at the story. "Bitch ate my hole, so fucking hungry, and I swear I hadn't
showered since the night before. I was all fuckin' sweat and grime from my
show."

"No way!" Shawn exclaimed. Clearly he had heard such stories, even back in
Canada before he had made it big. Guys loved to talk about this stuff. They
wanted other guys to know their conquests. "Three times?!"

"If they can suck a dick, I can keep it going all night. I'll shoot blanks,
I don't give a fuck."

"Then why'd you stop at three?"

"Boyfriend was waiting in the car!" Justin said, eyes bugging. "Phone must
have gone off like twenty times, but I didn't think anything of it! Why
would I give a shit?"

"I can't believe a girl would do that! That's fucking trashy!"

"Yeah, but you'd love it. You've probably had the same fucking thing happen
to you, dude."

"Kind of, but the girl wasn't trying to eat my ass."

"Oh, nah man, my bad," Justin told him, "It was a dude. Should've mentioned
that. Sometimes a girl will be down to lick a butthole, but it's the guys
who really fucking crave it. Not just a little licking, but full on
munching. Let me tell ya, they get off on it."

Shawn remained quiet, but if something were to escape his mouth it surely
would have been `uhhhhhh.' He had nothing but support for others'
sexuality. Whether a person was straight or bisexual or gay or asexual,
Shawn didn't care. In that moment, though, he must have seemed slightly
homophobic. It was more the shock that Justin Bieber, international pop
star and obvious sex icon to tens of thousands, had just told him that he
had shot three loads down a guy's throat, and in between let him eat his
dirty butthole. Shawn knew he needed to recover so Justin didn't think he
was being judged. To be fair, however, Justin didn't seem to care what
reaction Shawn had to offer.

"I had no idea you were... sorry, man," Shawn said, immediately regretting
his choice of words.

Justin was far from offended. "Don't be sorry, Shawn. I'm sure as fuck not.
I don't even know what I am anymore," he laughed. "I guess I'm bi?"

"That's cool dude, good for you," Shawn offered his support.

"Yeah it is. I have a lot more to choose from now. A mouth is a mouth.
Sometimes if there's facial hair it's a little weird, but you get used to
it. And guys don't have pussies, but a nice ass is a nice ass. You ever
fuck a girl in the ass?"

"Once," Shawn admitted. "Didn't go very well."

"It can be a challenge, even a little messy," Justin told him. "But when
they're hungry enough it's real easy, and feels just as good as pussy. And
trust me, the guys that are into it are really hungry."

"Shit man, that's crazy."

"I mean, a big dick is a big dick, and an asshole is... well, it's fucking
tight. So if you're big, you better find someone that knows what they're
doing."

"I don't think I'll ever be fucking a guy in the butt," Shawn laughed.

"Neither did I for a while, dude. I was nineteen!"

"Who was it?"

"Some server at a club," Justin told him. "He had been eyefucking me for
hours. You know all about that, guy or girl, nothing you can do about that."

"True."

"Anyway, it was in Germany, so I was allowed to drink. Wasn't super wasted
but definitely wasn't myself, either. He must have followed me in there,
the little freak. Came up to the urinal right next to me while I was taking
a long ass piss. He wasn't shy at all, just looking down at my dick. I
shook out the rest and looked over at him staring at my junk. He was
jerking off! Just like that, he was hard as a rock and he was straight up
jerking off watching me piss and shake my soft cock."

"Shit man," Shawn said, shaking his head.

"Yeah, so he asked me if he could suck my dick. Probably the only thing he
could say in English. I don't know if he's ever said anything else. He was
so fucking eager, really sounded like a slut if you know what I mean. He
had pretty long hair pulled back into a bun, and he was smooth and had big
pouty lips. That's what I love, is a nice set of big wet lips around my
dick. And that's what I got, man."

"I thought you said that was the first guy you fucked?"

"It was. He took me to some storage closet or some shit, real shady when I
think about it, but anyway he was sucking my dick real good in the dark,
but then before I knew it he was backing his ass up onto my dick. No lube,
nothing, just the spit he left all over my cock. Slid right onto it. I
didn't really see his ass, but I felt it. Nice and round, pretty firm, just
the little bit of fuzz. It was a guy's butt, that hit me pretty hard, I was
like what the fuck am I doing? But only for a minute because it felt so
fucking good. He creamed me with his ass and then got back down on his
knees, got me hard again real fast, and swallowed two more loads. We were
in there for over two hours. I got to the point I was grabbing his manbun
and literally fucking his face. He could take a dick, man, let me tell you.
No gagging, no backing away. He was just fucking moaning, moaning on my
dick. It was so hot. I could hear him jerking himself off. I know I was
fucking his face so much he probably couldn't breathe much through his
mouth, definitely couldn't swallow any saliva. So it just went all over his
face man... dripped off his chin in big globs of spit and some cum, and he
caught it and used it to jerk himself off... probably even fingered himself,
I don't know. I could hear him jerking off though, you know that noise man.
You were a teenager once, and you didn't want that squishing to be too
loud, right? He didn't give a shit. He was going at it, probably cumming
over and over again while I just went to fucking town down his throat. He
didn't even use his hands... didn't have to, `cause I was just grabbing his
head like it was some girl's waist and I was fucking pounding her from
behind. So fucking hot. I've been back to that club a few times. He knows
his place. He knows he's my fucktoy. Turns out he was only seventeen first
time I fucked him. Imagine how much he had to have slutted out to be such a
pro at seventeen. I don't give a shit though. Fucking amazing sex, every
time... anything I want. It's crazy."

Shawn was leaning forward, his elbows on his knees, nearly doubled-over,
shirtless, in awe, just staring at Justin.

"You hard, man?" Justin asked. "I know I am." He grabbed his hard dick
through his trackies. Eight inches of straight, somewhat slim, but
undeniably rock hard Bieber dick, made a prominent outline in his pants.
"Fuck, let's go to Germany. You won't be the first guy I've shared him
with."

"Nah, not my thing," Shawn answered, still frozen.

"I bet if you stood up right now you'd have a big fucking tent in those
shorts, but I get why you don't wanna admit it. It's all good though,"
Justin reassured him. "But like, really, gun to your head, would you
rather... would you rather a guy suck your dick, or you suck a guy's dick?"

"No way, dude!" Shawn chuckled.

"Gun to your head, come on, that's the game! You're telling me you'd rather
have your brains blown by a bullet than blow out a load in someone's
throat? Bullshit!"

He laughed again, and trying to deflect his answer, asked playfully, "Fine,
what would you pick?! Wait, no, I know what you'd pick, you dog! How `bout,
would you rather--"

"Depends on the guy," Justin interjected with a shrug. "I've sucked a few
dicks over the last couple of years. Plenty of guys have asked, I just
don't always do it. It's gotta be the right guy."

"Shit, okay..." Shawn said. "Uhh..."

Justin could tell the kid wasn't ready to go down that road yet, at least
not verbally. "Fine, you can ask me another one. But it's gotta be dirty!"

"Uhh... would you rather," Shawn looked around at empty air. Handfuls of
questions ran through his head, but he worried some of them were too wild
or vulgar. Surely some of these questions would support Justin's theory
that his story had given Shawn a hard-on. It was entirely true, a throbbing
one, complete with a droplet of pre-cum, but Justin needn't know that. He
had gone flaccid again, but his teenage dick started to flutter and throb a
bit at the image of some of these scenarios flying through his mind. "Would
you rather..."

"Come on, Shawn," Justin egged him. "It can be anything."

"Would you rather..." he started. "Everyone find out about all the dirty sex
stuff you've ever done, but you can still continue it... OR... No one ever find
out, but you can only have one more wild night with someone for the rest of
your life?"

"Pretty good," Justin admitted with a nod. "Damn..."

Shawn looked rather tickled with himself having stumped this supposed
master of sex. He decided to believe every word Justin had said. There was
no reason to consider him a liar. He may have been exaggerating, but Shawn
had no doubt that his escapades were as wide and varying as he had
suggested.

"Okay, one question," Justin sat up and locked eyes with Shawn. "Could that
one wild night be with you?"

Shawn almost choked on the sip of water he had taken.

"I mean, I'm just wondering, it would probably be worth it if it was,"
Justin declared. "If it wasn't you, I'd probably have everyone find out. I
mean, if they found out, I'd probably still be famous, in some way. Maybe a
porn star. Imagine that! Anyway, I could probably find a guy that looks
enough like you to make it worth it. Everyone's got a few doppelgangers,
right? Either way, if I got a wild night with you, or exposed but still had
a wild night with someone like you, I'd be satisfied. Oh, and by the way,
when you asked me if I'd rather suck a dick or get mine sucked, and I said
it depended on the guy... if it was you, I'd definitely suck your dick
instead."

Shawn was hard again, just like that. He knew it wasn't likely he was the
first one with whom Justin had played this game. But he wondered just how
many of them resulted in such sudden, unavoidable, steel-like boners. Shawn
admired Justin then, his pretty smooth face, cut by the sexy tattoos that
spotted his arms and parts of his upper body Shawn could see around the
loose wifebeater Justin wore. He looked further down, and not only was
Justin still holding his dick through his pants, but now he was massaging
it, stroking it even.

"Tell me you're not hard now," Justin dared. "You're eighteen, and I bet
your sex drive is off the walls. You're a star. I'm a star. I'm horny and
willing, and I can give you the best blowjob you've ever gotten. It'll be
our big secret. All you need to do is sit back and relax. What do you say?"

"I don't know," Shawn said softly.

"Are you hard?" Justin probed, standing up, still holding his hard eight
inches.

Shawn nodded coyly. Justin walked over to the younger boy, looking down at
him, looming over him like the more experienced superstar that he was.
Justin wanted so badly to show this boy the ropes. Clearly Shawn was
interested, but even more clear was his hesitation.

"Look at these lips," Justin told Shawn. "They're full, and pink, and warm
and wet. Imagine them sucking your dickhead like it's a sweet Blowpop.
Imagine them gliding up and down your shaft, sucking firmly yet softly,
constantly working to make you feel good, leading your dick into the
smooth, tight, soaking wet throat. I bet if you wanted to, you would put
your hand on my throat, and you could feel it expand and contract each time
your big boy dick slid into and pulled out of my throat. I'd kiss your
balls, lick them while I stroke your dick. I'd have you so hard, bring you
so close to the edge every time before I pull off... you'd be begging for it
in your head, and I'd be hoping that you beg for it out loud, because that
makes me try even harder. These lips, this tongue, this throat... it can be
all yours... all night, if you'd want it."

Justin stuck out his tongue, pink and smooth and perfect, and licked his
fingers. He slid them into his mouth and his supple lips sucked them. All
the while he had his other hand down his pants, jerking his dick, using his
own precum to slick the head and shaft. Shawn was looking up at him,
mesmerized, his dick hard and restricted in his boxers and basketball
shorts. It was all he wanted to stand up and press his lips against Justin,
but he still couldn't bring himself to it.

"Just let me," Justin said, bringing a hand to Shawn's shoulder and pushing
it back.

Shawn offered no resistance. He leaned back in his chair, and then Justin's
hand pushed him downward so he slouched. There was no hiding his boner
anymore. It was tenting against his shorts for sure, snaked down the left
leg of his boxers. The dickhead was far enough down his thigh that it had
escaped the boxers and pressed singularly against the silkiness of the
basketball shorts. His dick was throbbing, and with each throb it jumped up
and went back down, the head rubbing against the shorts, the sensation
sending shivers through Shawn's groin.

"Let me..."

Shawn was still looking up at him. He nodded, and in that moment Justin
dropped to his knees between Shawn's legs. His hands rested on Shawn's
thighs while his face dove onto his chest. Leaning back and slouching had
caused the shorts to ride up a bit, and so Justin's hands had unbridled
access to the thick, muscular, lightly haired thighs. He rubbed and
squeezed them, the backs and fronts and sides, sliding down on occasion to
squeeze a hard calf. His mouth kissed all over Shawn's chest and found both
nipples in turn. He sucked and nibbled them. Shawn let his head fall back
and he closed his eyes as he let Justin enjoy the foreplay of satisfying
his newest conquest. Shawn bit his lip bottom lip each time Justin pinched
a nipple. Justin let his tongue slide down Shawn's midsection, stopping to
kiss each defined ab, to lick along each crevice. The younger boy got
chills when Justin's tongue reached the waistline.

Justin could feel Shawn's hard dick poking against his chest as it begged
for escape. He made it a point to move his body so it slid suggestively
against Shawn's dickhead. Its sensitivity excited Justin to no end. It
seemed to jump at every sensation. Justin slid both hands, fingers wide and
palms flat, up Shawn's thighs and under his shorts. His left hand made it
to Shawn's balls, surprisingly big and heavy and somewhat hairy. Justin
cupped them as his other hand found Shawn's dick. His fingers tickled the
head escaped from the boxers. He pulled away a glob of sticky precum and
swirled it between a few fingers. Justin grabbed the shaft through the
cotton boxers and stroked it while his tongue swirled around and briefly in
Shawn's navel. The younger star couldn't hold back anymore, and he let out
of a slow, low breath of pure pleasure, capped at the end with a moan that
suggested he was now entirely pliable to Justin's whims.

"Do you want me to suck your dick?" Justin asked, already knowing the
answer.

"Yes," Shawn answered, and then politely added, "Please."

"Lift up a bit," Justin told him.

Shawn obliged, and Justin quickly pulled off both boxers and shorts in the
blink of an eye. After the waistband passed over it, Shawn's dick sprung
up, sliding over his thigh and plopping with a soft smack against his
abdomen. The heavy dick leaned slightly to the side of his belly button. It
throbbed again and again. Justin took a few seconds to admire it. It was
just about eight inches, much like Justin's but noticeably thicker,
particularly at the base. The dickhead was much more of a mushroom than
Justin's, as well, sticking out from the end of the shaft with a girth
almost as wide as the base. It was veined nicely, but one in particular
snaked along the underside all the way to the tip. Its color was darker
than the rest of Shawn's slightly sepia skin tone. His balls were large,
and hairier than any part of Justin's almost entirely smooth body. Surely
the taint hiding behind those balls was hairy as well, but Justin wanted
little more than to press his tongue against and then swirl it around that
taint. Shawn's pubic bush was trimmed slightly to make it uniform, but
mostly it was wild and dark and thick. Justin was obsessed. He knew he had
made the right choice. This boy was already a man, and Justin was excited
to mold him to his desires.

The instant Justin put his tongue to Shawn's shaft he was hooked. He licked
downward first and sucked at each nut, pulling at each one and licking it
inside his mouth. The flavor was intoxicating. He tasted of youth and
manhood at the same time. Justin snaked his tongue under the ballsack and
found the smallest bit of exposed buttcrack. He slid the tip of his tongue
in and then worked it up to the taint, soaking and swirling the hair,
pressing against that most hidden point on a man's body. He pressed his
tongue hard against the taint while he massaged and tugged the dense boy
ballsack in one hand. Justin came up for air and looked to see Shawn's eyes
not closed and daydreaming, but wide and intent on Justin's actions.

Justin grabbed the base of the shaft with his fingertips and used it to
point the thick, throbbing dick closer to his face. His lips slid over the
taut dickhead and immediately made their way down. Justin dropped inch
after inch, making sure to wet every bit of the shaft with his lips and
tongue on the way. Pubes tickled his nose as he started to reach his limit.
With one final push his nose pressed through the bush and found skin.
Justin had the entirety of Shawn Mendes' dick in his mouth, the majority of
it down his throat, which was spasming at the invasion. He felt the warm
familiarity of long, strong fingers on his throat.

Shawn let his fingers linger on Justin's throat. He felt the small
throbbing of his dick in Justin's throat, so close to his touch but fully
engulfed in an indescribably euphoric, hot and wet throat. Justin's fingers
were soon laying over and in between Shawn's finger. He started moving up
and down, keeping a part of Shawn's dick in his mouth at all times, deep
throating it again and again. It expanded with each intake, and both their
fingers reveled in the satisfaction. A few minutes passed before Justin
finally removed the cock from his mouth.

"Come on, big boy," Justin smirked, licking all over the head like a
lollipop. "Have your way."

Shawn saw just how vulnerable Justin was. His machismo was starting to kick
in, and he wanted to make Justin his toy, just as Justin had done with so
many other boys. First Shawn grabbed Justin's head. He guided it back onto
his dick and held it in place. Shawn started bucking up and down, slowly at
first, and then more wildly once he realized just how skilled and willing
Justin's throat was. So fervent was his face fucking that his balls bounced
up and down with each thrust, slapping against Justin's chin.

Shawn rose to his feet, Justin's head still in his hands. Back and forth he
pistoned, jabbing his dickhead against the back of Justin's throat. This
was enough to cause some gagging from Justin. He spit involuntarily against
the invasion. Spittle stuck in Shawn's bush and dripped down his ballsack.
On instinct Shawn took both of his forefingers and hooked them in either
end of Justin's mouth. He spread those pretty lips apart and pounded away
with even more power behind every thrust.

Justin loved the fishhooks in his mouth. A guy had never done that to him
before. He was in heaven, taking Shawn's dick, tasting his precum in the
back of his throat, licking greedily at the tip and the shaft and even the
fingers when he could. He opened his eyes wide and pointed them upwards.
Shawn was looking down at him, his brow furrowed in sex fever, his mouth
gnarled animalistically, his eyes focused on his conquest and his throat
expelling guttural masculine grunts.

Justin brought his hands up to Shawn's butt. It was round and firm and
slightly furry. He squeezed and pinched and even dared to smack the globes.
It only motivated Shawn more. Keeping one hand on Justin's head, he grabbed
his shaft with the other. He used it to smack Justin's face with his heavy
dick, the wetness spreading a sheen over the smooth pretty boy's cheeks and
chin and nose. Justin's eyes were glazed over in ecstasy. He loved the
feeling of the fat cock beating against his face. He let Shawn push him
down so he could drop his balls onto his face. Shawn smothered him with the
large sack, but Justin left his mouth wide open with his tongue sticking
out. Each ball or the entire sack dropped into Justin's warm mouth, and his
desperate tongue once again found the hairy taint it so desired.

Justin took a hand off Shawn's ass so it could expertly start jerking
Shawn's hard, but ignored, cock. He squeezed and tugged and swirled with
his hand, working the wet dick with his nimble hands. Every few strokes he
glided his fingers over the tip, collecting whatever precum had gathered
and using it to further slick and jerk Shawn's dick.

"Fuck, I'm getting close," Shawn said.

At that Justin pulled himself up from under Shawn's balls. He started
jerking at the base of the dick and engulfed the other half in his mouth.
His lips moved on and off the dickhead, along the shaft all the way to his
hand. His tongue smoothed over Shawn's mushroom head, which was clearly
becoming more engorged with each stroke. Justin started moaning on the
dick, and with his free hand he grabbed Shawn's balls. He caressed them and
felt them tightening. A finger found and starting tickling and pressing at
Shawn's taint.

"Fuck..." Shawn muttered.

"Mmmmm," Justin groaned, working hard to bring Shawn release.

"I'm gonna cum!" Shawn said directly but low, and he felt himself
tightening all over.

The heat spread from his loins and tensed his entire body. He grabbed
Justin's head both to steady himself and feed the older boy. The cum shot
forth to coat the back of Justin's throat, three times, like globulus
rockets of hot thick boy spunk, and then it leaked. Justin let it sit on
his tongue, rubbed it against the roof of his mouth, all the while
slow-stroking Shawn's fully engorged dick so he could squeeze out every
last drop offered. The load was massive and delicious. Justin wanted to
taste more, and so he kept on going, working the dick more and more, even
as it softened, his tongue pushing into the piss slit to pull out even the
tiniest remnants of Shawn's cum.

Suddenly Shawn's dick pulled from Justin's mouth, but only because he
leaned over to grab Justin under the arms and pull him up to his feet.
Shawn crooked his neck down so he could press his lips against Justin's in
a hard, rough, invading kiss. Shawn pushed his tongue into Justin's mouth,
exploring it, swirling it around Justin's tongue, not caring that he could
feel and taste his own cum. It was exciting, actually, and pretty tasty,
and so he let the kiss continue. He trailed one hand down Justin's front,
and the other down his back. One hand slipped under the waistband to grab
Justin's cock, and the other slipped under to grab his ass.

Shawn squeezed the perky and smooth cheek, squeezed it so hard his fingers
surely left imprints. He pulled his hand back as far as he could against
the waistband before bringing it back for a true, rough, stinging spank.
Shawn's other hand found Justin's hard dick. It was at its full eight
inches, about the girth of a peeled banana, but so straight and smooth it
was extremely easy to stroke from any angle. Shawn tugged it downward, his
hand moving over the head with ease and collecting precum with each stroke.
Justin must have been jerking it while he was on his knees, using the same
trick as his German fucktoy, for his dick was already slick with spit and
precum.

Shawn's finger found Justin's tight entrance. He couldn't feel a single
hair around it, so smooth was his ass. This drove Shawn crazy. He could
feel his dick starting to engorge again. His tongue continued assaulting
Justin's mouth, his hand jerking Justin's dick, his other pressing against
his hole. It was dry but puckering, clearly excited by the stimulation it
received. Justin fell into Shawn as Shawn's larger frame pushed against
him, pushed him backward until eventually his back hit a wall. Shawn
pressed all of his weight against the smaller boy, pinning him in place,
truly controlling him.

Justin felt himself starting to tingle, to quiver against the bigger boy's
tall, muscular body. He knew his orgasm was nearing, and that it was going
to be an incredibly sloppy and sexy mess. Shawn had a finger deep in
Justin's ass and others pressing at the entrance. Justin started to moan,
all the while his mouth entwined with Shawn's. He was moaning, whimpering
even, into Shawn's mouth. Shawn continued his assault, pressing the rest of
himself into Justin so that now he could feel Shawn's dick back at full
mast, stabbing Justin in his flat, hard gut.

This sent Justin over the edge. He went weak enough in the knees that he
might have collapsed had Shawn not had him pinned. His cock head was
rubbing against his pants when he orgasmed, and so his cum shot into the
fabric of his gray trackies. The orgasm was intense, the cum thinner than
Shawn's and not as white, but equal in quantity. In the end Shawn pulled
his finger out of Justin with a pop. He pulled his hand, coated in cum,
from Justin's pants. He kept himself pressed against the older idol and
felt the dampness in his pants, the bulge of his softening cock, still
impressively sized for being flaccid.

Shawn brought both hands to his face. He sniffed the finger that had been
in Justin's ass, and playfully let his eyes roll to the back of his head.
He stuck a finger from his other hand into his mouth and sucked off
Justin's cum. First he let Justin taste his own ass, letting the older boy
swirl his tongue around Shawn's finger. Then Shawn fed the rest of Justin's
cum to him, letting him suck it off each finger in turn. By that time
Justin's hand had started fondling Shawn's hard cock again.

"Boys are the best," Justin said. "Already hard again."

"Young, hung, and full of cum," Shawn said with a kiss. "I want to fuck
you."

"You're an animal," Justin said between kisses. "A beast..."

"And you're a slut," Shawn joked with a smile.

"I've only let one guy fuck me," Justin informed him.

"Me, in your dreams?"

A knock came from the door, and Shawn's manager shouted through it, "Shawn,
you ready for the club? Car's waiting for you."

Shawn had turned his head to listen. Justin had started nibbling and
sucking Shawn's earlobe.

"Think we're just gonna go back and hang at the hotel," Shawn decided.

"Got it. Your limo will be outside."

"Who said I wanted to go back to the hotel with you?" Justin whispered with
a tongue in Shawn's ear. "Will you make it worth it for me?"

"You can suck my dick all night. Maybe even eat my ass. Maybe I'll suck
your dick. You could even get fucked by this big cock if you're lucky,"
Shawn pressed it hard into Justin.

"You had me at `you can suck my dick all night,'" Justin said. "I'll take
the rest, too, though."

Both boys had already known Justin would be going with Shawn. They knew
they wouldn't sleep much that night, if at all. They started getting
dressed, horsing around and kissing and making small talk all the while.
Once dressed and packed, they left to start their first night together.