Date: Sat, 19 Jun 1999 20:01:01 -0000 From: Erich Subject: Cumming Together Rated NC-17 M/M Disclaimer: This story is a work of Fiction. It doesn't represent anyone's true sexually Identity or orientation. Even if you wish it to be, okay me too. Cumming Together By Erich It was late in the evening the guys from Nsync decided to get out to a local club. It was a boring Friday night. They entered the club, loud music was blaring away, and lights of all colors flashing away, thick clouds of cigarette smoke hung in the air. Chris had decided he was not in the mood. It didn't take to long for the guys to find willing dance partners, but Chris wasn't interested tonight. Chris walked up to the bar and got a drink and made his way looking for an empty table. But not finding any, he stood up against the wall, slowly sipping his drink. He watched the large crowd of dancers, bodies all over the place it was hard to tell who was dancing with whom. Justin danced with a big blonde woman, and he would turn and seemed to be dancing with the hot looking guy behind him. Chris had to do a double take, as the hot guy seemed to be Kevin Richardson. As he looked closer at the dancing mob, he then noticed Brian in one corner; Aj and Nick seemed to be dancing in the center with a group of people. He scanned the room looking for the last backstreet boy, but there was no sign of him. He decided to try the upper deck. The upper deck was calmer; it held a couple of video games, and a couple of pool tables. There were tables and chairs near the over sized railings, which partially hung over the dance floor. It also held a smaller bar, and only two bartenders unlike the huge one downstairs. Still not locating the last guy, he was about to leave, when he noticed a familiar face at one of the video games. He walked up behind the familiar person and put two quarters on the machine under the start button. Howie turned around to see who was calling next game, only to come face to face with someone very familiar to him. "Hey Chris!" Said Howie "What's going on, Dude?" Howie was about to answer him when a noise from the machine behind him caught his attention. He watches as his character was having his skeleton ripped out of its body. And game over flashed on the screen. Howie turned around to face his friend. "Okay, you owe me a game." Said Howie looking into Chris' brown eyes. Chris laughed and agreed the two played video games for a while and then found a table. The two sat there with fresh drinks, checking out the scene, and picking out the oddest people. The two continued to drink and talk for awhile. Howie would glance over at Chris when he wasn't looking. He admires his friend's looks, especially now that he got rid of the dreds, and let his hair hang free. Chris checks out Howie when he's not looking. Howie's dark hair pulled back from his face and into a ponytail and the facial hair nicely groomed made him look even hotter than the last time they saw each other. Chris excuses himself; he has to go to the bathroom. The drinks are now effecting his bladder and staring at Howie, he really needs to adjust himself. He enters the almost empty bathroom, and goes to the urinal, unzips his fly and pulls out his cock, which has started getting hard. He starts to pee and then the bathroom door opens, and there stands Howie, He walks up to the urinal next to Chris and unzips his fly and pulls out his dick. Chris becoming very nervous, keeps telling himself not to look, he doesn't want to scare Howie off. Howie is doing the exact same thing, not daring to look, keeping his eyes up. But both fail and catch each other checking the equipment of the other. Both men then look at each other and smile. Looking into each other's eyes, Chris' brown eyes just a shade lighter than Howie's. Chris motions to one of the stalls, Howie nods his head in agreement. The two head off into the last stall, away from the door and sinks. Once inside not a word passes their lips as they start kissing passionately. Tongues' slipping in and out of each other's mouth. Hands holding and roaming over each other's body. Hands flying, unbuttoning, pulling and tugging on each other's clothes. Chris kneels down in front of Howie and begins to lick and suck on Howie's hard cock. Howie's hands are running through Chris' brown fine hair. Chris grips on to Howie's tight ass pulling his friend closer to him, taking the entire length of the firm cock into his mouth and throat. Chris then has Howie standing in front of toilet and begins licking Howie's tight hole. Howie muffles his moans, for fear of being caught. Chris tongue is working into the tight hole. And after a few more minutes of that Chris stands up, pressing his body hard against Howie's. Howie can feel his friend's thick cock, push against his ass hole. He lets out a large gasp as it enters his tight hole. Chris kisses Howie's neck and shoulder as he pushes his cock further into his partner's ass. He slowly begins to fuck Howie, letting his hands roam the front of his friend's hard tight body. His hands pinching Howie's nipples, and then running his hands down Howie's tight six pack. Howie with one hand pressing hard against the wall steadying him, as his other hand is wrapped around his cock as he jerks himself off. He can feel Chris' hot breath on his neck, and then fell his friend's hot mouth on his neck, and nibbling on his ear. The emotion of it all, the excitement of getting caught is too much for Howie. He feels the rush from his balls and shoots his load on to the bathroom wall. He starts to giggle a bit watching his cum slowly run down the wall. Suddenly Chris grabs onto Howie's body pulling him firmly against his body. As the sudden surge from his balls unloads into his friend's ass. Even when he's finished, Chris is not to eager to let go of Howie. Both guys breathing hard, Howie can feel Chris' hot breath still on his neck. Chris's cock softens and he pulls out of Howie. Howie turns around and facing his friend, the two embrace again. Kissing passionately and holding on to one another, wishing they could stay like this forever. But the real world calls them back all too soon; as they hear people out side the stall. Howie pulls up his boxers, the name Backstreet Boys is written across the waistband. Chris mentions how he likes them, Howie thinks for a minute, kicks of his shoes, and pants, slide the boxers off and hands them to Chris. "Let's see how they look on you." Smiled Howie. Chris in agreements quickly kicks off his clothes as well, and slips on the tight boxers. The fabric grips His body, showing off his ass and package. "You look great," giggles Howie. "Maybe you should keep them. As a souvenir of our first time." Chris bends down and picks up his silk boxers and tosses them to Howie, who quickly slips them on. Chris looks at Howie in his boxers and smiles. Howie smile back at him. The two embrace again, kissing hard, Chris slips his hands down around Howie's ass and picks him up into his arms. Howie wraps his legs around Chris' waist; the two are getting excited again, when noises from outside disturb them again. "We'd better stop now, before were caught." Whispered Chris. Howie just nodded looking a little disappointed, the two got dressed, their clothes a little wrinkled. They then slip out of the stall one at a time and go back out to the club. They quickly get back to their table, finish their drinks when Howie suggests they go outside for a breather. Once out side they start laughing and hugging each other. They swap personal phone numbers and email addresses. Each promising to keep in touch with the other, promising to meet up each time they're in the same city. And calling and visiting each other when they're both on break and at home in Florida. Each hoping that the other will keep the promises they make before they go back inside and join the others. To be continued? Who Knows?