For the third night in a row, he heard those strange noises coming
out of the suite Jc and Justin were occupying. Not that he was
evesdropping or anything. Gosh no. It was more like he
was...concerned. Yep, that was it, he was their friend and when a
friend heard very odd and suspicious noises coming from behind closed
doors, well...what kind of a concerned friend would he be if he
didn't investigate? Satisfying any lingering moral doubts he had, he took out the key
card he had stolen....no, no BORROWED from Eric, in his guise of
concerned friend of course, and swiped it at the door, before
entering quickly. Adjusting his eyes to the semi- darkness, he strode forward
stealthily, the noises becoming a little clearer. It sounded
like....growls?..What the fuck? Did Jc or Justin get some kind of new
pet they didn't tell him about? Accompanying the growls was a long string of Ow, fucks, stop it, that
stings! He chuckled silently. That was Justin, he knew that familiar
whine anywhere. Figuring he could help, after all everyone knew he
was the Beastmaster of their little group, he entered the bedroom,
fully prepared to assist Justin in whatever little animal mishap he
was having. Only to stop dead in his tracks. Unable to believe what was before
him. He slowly removed his glasses...slowly cleaned one lense and
then the other, before putting them back on. His eyes must be playing
tricks on him. Very weird tricks. But no. He wasn't that lucky. He was in fact seeing, Jc, in some sort
of costume. A fucking CAT costume, laying spralled across a table,
with his ass raised high in the air. With a very weary looking Justin
in front of him, trying to push Jc's head from his crotch. Trying in
vain it appeared, from the look of multiple scratches and welts
across Justin's broad forearms. Jc for his part, seemed attached to
the front of Justin's pants, where his fingers seemed intent on
releasing Justin's dick from it's hiding place and.....doing
something with it. A small whoosh of surprised breath escaped his mouth, catching the
notice of Justin. Who instead of being embarrased or even angry,
simply seemed relieved to see him. " Fuck man, thank god you're here. I don't know how much longer I can
hold him off. I need your help" Justin said tiredly. His mouth just opened and closed a few times. For probably the first
time in his life,he was unable to think of something to say. " Dude, hey you with me? It's kind of hard to explain and I know this
looks weird, but I really need your help. You can ask questions
later" Justin looked at him intently. Well he was here as a concerned friend, he thought to himself. And
friends help those in need. So......" Okay Jup, what do you need me
to do?" Justin looked a little embarrased at last. " Okay well see. Jc is
kinda....like....you know.....in heat. Hot to trot. Ready for action.
And It's been a few days and I'm exhausted. I need sleep. But until
Jc is satisfied, he won't sleep, which means I won't sleep, so
uh.....could you help?" Chris almost started laughing at Justin's use of hot to trot, where
the hell did the kid come up with this shit? Was he reading Joey's
Penthouse Letters again? He sobered up quickly though at the true
exhaustion that adorned Justin's face. He looked pale and drawn with
deep circles under his eyes. " Okay buddy, What do you need me to do? Justin looked him deep in the eyes, as if testing his sincerity to
help. " Okay....well....I can take care of this end....I just need
you to uh....stimulate his other end" "Stimulate his other end what?!?!" Chris's voice had an unfortunate
tendency to squeak when he was surprised. "Couldn't we just take him
to that Animal Psychic lady like Lance did with Jackson and let her
fix him?" Justin grinned for the first time. " Well, great as that sounds, I
don't think we can get a Lady to help with this. Right now what I
need you to do is stick a finger up Jc's ass. And uh....move it
around some. Hopefully that will be enough to get him off and I can
get some fucking sleep. " Chris....who wanted to help....he really did, he could hear the
pleading in Justin's tone, but dude. Wasn't this asking a bit much? " Chris. Please. I..I..I need you" Well shit. Little fucker. He knew that he could never resist Justin
when he said please. He was the best god damned friend in the world.
Like fucking ever. He was going to make Justin go out tomorrow and
buy him a plaque that said so.In big ass sparkly letters. Best Friend
EVER. Gingerly walking up behind Jc's spread legs, he looked down and bit
his lip. Okay..so not like he was in the habit of checking out guys
asses or anything, but Jc's seemed to be a pretty fine one in that
department. A little on the small side, to be sure, but nice and high
and perfectly shaped. " Chris....please.....Just do it" Justin whimpered. Well...in for a penny, in for a pound. Chris reached down, between
Jc's open cheeks and fumbled a bit trying to locate the exact spot. A
quivering sound of need was heard from Jc as he pushed back against
Chris's hand. Chris, sending out a quick prayer to whatever higher power would
listen to him concering THIS matter, straightened his finger and
pushed in. A loan moan of approval was sounded, and Jc's body stopped it's
frantic thrashing. Justin also let loose a deep sigh and explained to
Chris, " see...when he gets like this, he needs it from both
ends....but I forgot his uh....toys at home, so I've been trying to
do the best I can. Which hasn't been working. So yeah, if you could
just do that, I can let Jc do what he needs to do on this side and it
should all be good." Chris, who was trying his best to ignore the wonderful wet heat of
Jc's ass around his finger, shakily asked, " Uh toys?" Too tired to be embarrased, Justin said" Yeah, we have a whole bag of
toys that I usually bring. When he gets like this, I can usually
stick one up his ass and that makes him happy. " Chris...who was not turned on at ALL, by the image that little scene
brought forth, and whose dick was NOT getting hard by all this, just
took another deep breath. " So uh, what exactly should I be doing
here?" " Just like you are is fine. Just move it in and out....smooth and
steady.." Justin's voice had gone all husky and deep...." He likes it
if you use your free hand to spread him a little and then thrust
in....Just whatever you do, don't stop." Chris obeyed Justin's advice and used one hand to open those sweet
cheeks even further. His other hand continued with a consistent
motion, pushing inside the hot cavern of Jc's body. A thought occured to him. " Uh and what are you going to be doing?" Justin didn't need to respond. That question was quickly answered as
Justin unbuttoned his fly and pulled his cock free. Jc's rumbling
purr was smothered as his head shot forward and encased Justin's
member in his mouth. " Oh. I see." Chris gulped. Well, this is all just dandy. Just every
day normal occurances in *Nsync. I've got my finger up Jc's ass while
he is dressed like a cat and he proceeds to suck Justin off. Uh huh.
Move along folks, nothing to see here. Much as he tried not to, Chris couldn't help noticing the way Jc's
hips moved back and forth over his finger. Or the way his long back
rippled under the light. Or...god help him...the way his long chesnut
hair spilled over the tops of Justin's thighs as his mouth worked on
him, soft sweet sucking sounds filling Chris's ears. Chris shook his head, trying to shake free of the enchanting sight,
when he felt eyes on him. Looking up he found Justin gazing at him. "He's beautiful isn't he? Just...warm..and sexy...and....soft." Chris swallowed deeply. " Uh yeah. I mean, for a guy, sure I guess
he's okay" This was met with a knowing grin from Justin. " For a guy huh?" His
voice lowered seductively.....the voice that had triggered a million
pairs of wet panties, and said " C'mon Chris.....tell me you've never
thought of him like this. Tell me you've never wondered what his
mouth felt like. The way he smelled. Tasted. What his cock looked
like. How he would feel if you were inside him" Chris just closed his eyes, as Justin's words poured over him. Seeing
everything. Feeling everything. Wanting everything. His finger thrust
deeper inside Jc's ass, almost subconciously, as he let the images
play behind his shut eyes. Justin watched Chris's face, knowing what he was seeing in his mind's
eye. He watched him finger fuck Jc deeper and faster. Watched Jc
respond to the quickening pace, by sucking even harder on Justin's
rock hard cock, burying his face in his pelvis, as he took it all in. Chris was the first to let go. Too many erotic images bringing forth
hungers he had thought long buried. Jabbing his finger forcefully, he
felt it hit Jc's prostate. Jc's whole body shuddered and that sent
Chris off the edge. With no time to even undo his fly, he creamed
himself, inside his underwear, panting and cursing. Justin was the next to go. Still watching Chris, he saw as Chris
came, his body jerking with the intensity of it. That caused Justin
to grap the back of Jc's head and fuck his swollen lips. It only
took a few desperate thrusts before his hot seed filled Jc's waiting
mouth. With Chris's finger still trembling while buried in Jc's ass and
Justin's cum splashing down his throat, Jc's own cock pulsed as his
jism shot out, spilling on to the table below him in a big milky
puddle. Chris was the first to recover. Raising a sardonic eyebrow, he looked
over at Jc and Justin. "So....a cat huh? Let me guess....Jup's the
mouse?" Justin turned bright red as Jc let a little kitty snicker loose.
Chris just started laughing and laughing. "Man, if those girls on the
slash boards could only see this. I bet even they'd never believe
it!"..... Chris came to groggily, disoriented and fuzzy brained. Now he knew he
wasn't the sharpest tack in the box upon waking, but surely this
heavy, warm presence on his chest was unusual? Make that this heavy,
warm, PURRING presence. Ah yes. The purring. That cleared things up
some as last nights festivities came rushing into his head. Jc. Cat. Fingers. Ass. Justin. Cocks. Cumming . Chris wearily rubbed
his eyes, wondering just what the fuck he had gotten himself into,
before opening them. Only to find a lapful of Jc sitting prettily
still wearing all his finery. His jewel toned eyes glittered in the moonlight as he stared down at
Chris. He licked his full lips laviciously, with small hungry mewls
filling the air. " Uh C, man. What are you doing? And why the hell are you still
dressed like a cat?" Jc's vicious growl reminded Chris of Justin's admonishments of the
night before. Holding up both hands in surrender, Chris corrected himself. " Sorry,
sorry, what they hell are you doing and why are you still dressed
like a Kitten?" Jc simply wiggled a bit in Chris lap, and took his sleek tail in one
hand. Looking Chris straight in the eye, he let his sharp pink tongue
emerge and started cleaning himself. Lick, lick, smooth. Lick, lick,
smooth. Unwillingly mesmerized by the beauty of that long tongue, and oh the
possibilities of what ELSE it could lick, not to mention the feel of
Jc's wriggling across his lap, Chris struggled to gain control of the
situation. " Look dude. This is great. This whole Kitten deal you're sporting.
Seriously, if this whole music thing doesn't pan out, I'm sure
Siegfried and Roy would snatch you up and make you the star of their
whole Vegas revue." No answer. Just that intense eye connection and that erotic
combination of licking and smoothing. Looking over to Justin for help, Chris was more than dismayed to find
him passed out cold. Like the sleep of the dead. Like the sleep where
there was no chance in hell of a nervous Chris awakening him from.
Period. Well isn't that peachy. When he needs help, I'm all like fucking hero
to the rescue, but when I need help is he there? Oh no. Pretty boy
needs his sleep. Chris was well on his way to some serious internal
pouting when Jc decided to
change the stakes. Still holding his tail in one hand, he began to trace the dampened
tip along Chris's chest. Feather light whispers along the rigde of
his sternum. Across the slope of his ribs and back up to make swirls
across each nipple. Chris was now sweating nervously like a whore in church. "Uh C. Do
you think this is a good idea?" Jc just smiled and nodded his tawny head. This was a good idea.
This was a great, wonderful, fabulous idea. Everyone knows Kitties
are finicky eaters and need a change of diet once in a while. Chris not knowing what was going on in that beautiful head of Jc's,
but pretty sure it wasn't good, made a last attempt to establish
dominance. After all, this was Jc. Pretty, fluffy Jc. He could handle
this no sweat. Right? Reaching up and placing his hands around Jc's slender waist, he tried
to move him off of his body. Only to be met with stubborn resistence.
Wriggling, moving resistence in the form of one shapely ass grinding
into Chris's dick. Which was now awake and quite enjoying the ride. Chris tried to have a rational conversation with his cock. No no no,
this is bad. This is bad like in the worst kind of bad. Do not get
hard, do you hear me? Stay down boy. Down! Chris's cock was having none of it however. He ignored Chris and to
add insult to injury, proceeded to swell at a rather alarming rate
under the pressure of Jc's ass grinding against it. Jc , with feline prowess, could sense arrousal like a shark smells
blood. And his reaction was quite similar. Lowering himself quickly,
so that his body was flush against the heat of Chris's, he let his
mouth follow the path his tail had marked before. Kissing, biting,
then tongue bathing the tender spot. Chris was losing it. Losing big. That mouth, that body. Fuck. Why the
hell did he feel like he was about to be somebodies dinner? Almost like he could read Chris's mind, Jc reached down and with
nimble fingers, pulled Chris's cock from the opening of his boxers.
More small purrs of pleasure as his fingers found the hot, pre-cum
soaked head of Chris's hard cock. Mmmmm..time for a snack. Before Chris had a chance to react, Jc was on him. Sliding down his
body, he was sucked into the wet heat of Jc's mouth. No teasing, no
foreplay, just hard, brutal sucking. Chris's head thrashed back and forth. One hand fisted against his
lips to hold back the moans Jc's mouth was causing. Jc was in the zone. Lips, tongue and a slight grazing of sharp kitty
teeth all came into action, as he devoured Chris's leaking cock. He
decided he wanted a little more from his newest plaything though. Raising his head, so that only the point of his tongue was flicking
against the slit in Chris's swollen, purple head, he lifted Chris's
hips and slid his boxers free. Chris easy and pliant under Jc's wicked tongue, let him do what he
wanted. Free of his underwear, his legs fell open granting permission. Jc, fastening his mouth fully on Chris's cock again, manuvered his
body, so that his upper shoulders were placed between Chris's spread
thighs, holding them open and vulnerable. He pulled his tail up and
sucked the end into his mouth, letting it's plush pelt brush against
Chris's sensitive skin. Letting it fall from his mouth, Jc twisted the end so that it formed
a hard, tight point and pulled it down between Chris's legs. Still
sucking and slurping greedily, Jc pushed his tail so that it was up
against the puckered bud of Chris's anus and slid it in. Chris was trying to make heads....or in this case tails.. of the
situation. Mouth sucking him off. Check. Body on fire. Check.
Something in his ass. Holy shit. There was something in his ass!
Struggling a bit, he tried to dislodge the foreign object. But Jc was far stronger than his petite frame would have you believe.
Easily holding Chris down, he lowered his head till Chris's cock was
firmly nestled against the back of his throat and began moving his
tail in and out of Chris's body. Straight in and then angling it left
amd right. Searching and hunting. Feeling Jc's tail brush up against something, Chris stilled. "
Do...do that again" Jc, grinning even with a delicious mouthful of cock, complied.
Jabbing his tail a little harder into Chris's ass, giving it a good
twist. " Oh fuuuuck. " Chris couldn't believe how good that felt. No longer
caring if he woke up Justin or anybody else on Mother Earth for that
matter, Chris was easily reduced to begging. "Please C. More. Oh fuck, more. " Running the rough edge of his tongue up and down Chris's member, Jc
thrust his tail mercilessly in and out of Chris's quivering hole. He
felt Chris's thighs straining as he tried to force his orgasm. Wanting to see his toy squirm, he lifted his mouth and watched as
Chris moaned and groaned and writhed desperately on the bed as Jc's
tail plunged deeper and harder into Chris's begging ass. A evil grin entered Jc's eyes as he pulled the wet tail from Chris's
body. Placing himself up along Chris's heated flesh, he waited for
Chris 's eyes to open. Which they did. " Wha? Why? Why did you stop? " Jc just waited. He wanted to finish this, he NEEDED to finish this,
but he needed something else first. Chris stared at Jc in confusion, trying to understand. Jc tossed his
pretty head, causing the little bell on his collar to jingle. Chris's
eyes looked down and read the writing on the leather. A light bulb went off in his head. He knew Jc and his need for
affirmation. Assuming a humble tone, Chris said" It's true you know. You ARE the
prettiest kitty of them all. " Satisfied, Jc took the end of his tail and placed it gently against
Chris's mouth. Chris took it eagerly and began sucking and laving it
with his tongue. Lifting one of Chris's legs so that he'd have a better angle, Jc
lined his hard dick against Chris and dove in. And again. And again. Riding Chris's ass with a fierce need, he
pounded and pushed deeper with each stroke, growling loudly as he
watched Chris's velvet mouth suck his tail harder, his cheeks
hollowing with each gulp. Chris lifted his leg higher, feeling Jc's glorious cock hit that
spot, making his whole body shake. Opening his mouth to take it as
much of Jc's tail as he could, he gave one final hard suck as his
orgasm hit and his cum came flying from his body , spurt after spurt,
causing a delicious pooling between their bodies. Feeling Chris's ass clench around his cock, Jc leaned in and bit
Chris's shoulder as he emptied himself deep inside Chris. Both men collapsed panting and huffing, trying to regain their
breath. As always, Chris was the first to reagin his senses. "Man. And here I always thought I was a dog person. Maybe there is
something to be said for cats after all" Sunlight came pouring through the windows, forcing Justin into
consciousness. Always a bit of a grumpy bitch in the mornings, he
felt even more so today. Something was off. Blinking his eyes open, he just knew something was
quite wrong in the Land O' Timberlake.
He was cold for starters. Accustomed to awakening with a armfull of
warm sleepy kitten, he looked around to find his precious baby. To find a scene that most certaintly was NOT to his liking. Jc was
curled happily around the dozing form of Chris. A Chris who seemed
to be sucking quite contentedly on the tip of Jc's tail in his
sleep. Mother fuckers! Just what the hell happened in here last night? He
struggled to think, all he remembered was asking Chris to help him so
he could get some sleep. This was his idea of helping? Mangy bastard! Justin tore the blankets
off and hopped out of bed, irate and angry. He could smell the sex in the air as well as see the dried jism on
both Jc's and Chris's napping forms. Pacing furiously on the carpet, his brain was on fire. Jc was HIS
damnit. His his his. He didn't mind Jc playing with others upon
occasion, but this was too fucking much! He wasn't supposed to
actually get fucked by them! And especially not if he didn't get to
watch! Fuming with the injustice of it all, he didn't notice Jc's eyes
opening and fastening on him. Uh oh. He smelled trouble brewing in
the air. Still burning holes in the carpet, Justin mumbled angrily under his
breath. Mine. No sharesies. Mine. Fucking elf. Trying not to let a grin show at Justin's words, Jc closed his eyes
again and just lay still, waiting to see what would happen. Justin came to a decision. If that wily little son of a bitch thought
he could just come in and take away his kitten, HIS KITTEN damnit, he
had another thing coming. Oh Justin was in full Diva Mode now, and it
was quite the impressive sight to behold. Thinking Jc was still asleep, Justin prepared his attack. Creeping
silently to the bed, he slid in behind Jc's warm body. Easing him
gently away from Chris's body, he pulled him over to their side of
the bed. Rolling him unto his belly, Justin's large hands moved over the soft
swell of Jc's behind, kneeding and soothing. Using one hand to
tenderly spread open Jc's cheeks, Justin lowered his head, fully
intent on getting his kitten back. Jc's eyes flew open as he felt the warm air of Justin's breath caress
along his ass crack. Justin had never done this before. Surely he
wasn't going to...... Oh fuck! He was. Jc couldn't help but bite his lip as Justin's broad
tongue swiped up and down the line seperating his ass. Flicking back
and forth, learning all the ridges and creases of the sensitive skin. Jc held his breath and didn't dare to move as Justin used his hands
to spread him even more. He thought his heart would fucking burst at
the first wet lick along his opening. Swirling and looping, Justin
proved just how talented his tongue was. Jc was in heaven. His whole being was centered on that tiny bit of
flesh that Justin was licking. Every nerve on alert, as Justin dug in
and went to town on Jc's ass. Justin sucked and licked and tasted. Feeling Jc's tight outer muscle
release some, he pushed his tongue forward and was rewarded with a
full body shudder from Jc. Even more determined, he began his attack
anew. Dipping his tongue in deeper, moving it in circles inside Jc's
ass, stretching it as far as he could reach. He treated Jc's ass
like a full 12 course meal and he dined splendidly. No longer able to play possum, Jc was a shaking mess of hightened
nerves. He had never felt something that intense in his life. Mewls
and whimpers cascaded over each other as Justin feasted on his body
and he was reduced to needily humping against the bed sheets. Feeling his pretty kitty grinding against the bed, Justin was
unwilling to let Jc have his satisfaction this easily. He needed to
learn a lesson. Needed to learn who he belonged to. Rising gracefully, he wiped his mouth and leaned back against the
head of the bed. Opening his legs, so that his hard cock was
prominently displayed, he waited. Jc, surprised and dismayed that his wonderful new treat was being
denied him, turned to face his human and mewled unhappily. Justin just looked at Jc and arrogantly tossed his head. " Nu uh uh
Kitty. Looks like you found yourself a new plaything," he cocked his
head indicating Chris. " So you go right ahead and play with HIM.
Meanwhile....like the old saying goes....while the cats away, the
mice will play" With that, Justin spat into his hand and began stroking his large
beautiful dick. Running a large thumb over the leaking head, he
groaned in pleasure and used his free hand to tweak one pale ,
pink ,erect nipple. Getting into it now, he found a rythmn and began
jerking himself earnestly. Jc unable to believe he wouldn't get to partake in these fun and
games, reached forward to touch Justin's stiff member. Only to have
his naughty paw batted away. " No no, bad kitty. You got yours last night...now I'll get mine"
Justin's voice ended on a moan as he stroked right under the ridge of
his cockhead, a place that was really sensitive to him. Jc's loud howl was enough to wake the dead. At least loud enough to
wake a sleeping Chris Kirkpatrick. Sitting straight up, he had to
spit a few lingering tufts of fur out of his mouth before
exclaiming " What the fuck??!!" Jc's pathetic meow and nod of the head indicated the problem. Chris decided that he really really needed to spend more time with
normal people and a LOT less time with *Nsync. Dealing with a
petulant Kitty and a sullen masturbating Diva was surely not
something a person should have to deal with first thing in the
morning. Now was it? Trying to maintain eye contact, difficult as it was, after all Justin
jerking off pissed was still Justin jerking off, Chris asked " Uh hey
Jup. What's up this morning?" A snarling "Fuck you" was his answer. Momentarily impressed that Justin had managed to send off that biting
retort while not losing a beat in stroking himself, it took a second
for him to respond. " Come on J. Don't be an asshole. Just tell us what the fuck your
problem is" Nose flaring, neck going red, every bit of "Superstar Justin" came
rushing to the fold. "What the fuck is MY problem? MY PROBLEM? I ask
you in here to help me out and you decide to repay yourself by
fucking what belongs to ME? TO ME! " It was hard to say who was more astonished by this outburst, Jc or
Chris. " Oh Just. Buddy. I uh. Didn't fuck Jc. He uh, you know. Kinda
fucked me" Damn his squeaky voice anyways. He was fucking 31 years
old damnit. Way too old to squeak. Now this got Justin's attention. He looked solemnly at Jc. " He
didn't fuck you?" Jc looked back with big watery eyes and shook his
mane. Justin looked at Chris. " He didn't let you fuck him?
Chris almost broke his neck as fast as his head was moving to
indicate no. Back to Jc, with a much softer _expression. " Kitty, you didn't let
another inside you?" Jc just meowed softly. Letting that sweet utterence speak for itself. Justin pulled Jc to him, wrapping his body in his arms. " I'm so
sorry baby. It just....it made me so mad. I don't want any other man
besides me being in you. Just me" Jc cooed with pleasure and relief, curling himself around Justin and
showering him with kitty kisses and licks. Turning so that his back
was pressed against Justin's chest, he nuzzled into Justin's embrace
and nestled happily. Feeling Jc's pert bottom resting against his still very hard and
hurting cock, Justin tried to stifle a moan. But Jc's little ears
twitched upon hearing it and ground a little deeper into Justin's
crotch. " Pretty Pretty Kitty. You know what I want. What I need"
Justin breathed into Jc's ears. Chris, who had been patting himself on the back for a job well done,
now stopped, seeing where this was heading. " Uh well guys, I think
that's my cue. I need to go....you know.....busy busy busy. Places to
go and people to meet" Only to be stopped by Justin's husky entreaty. " No...stay." Well shit. Back to being the best friend ever huh? Man, that plaque
Justin owed him was just getting bigger and bigger by the minute. At
this point Justin needed to rent a billboard on the 101 and have it
proclaim that he, Christopther Alan Kirkpatrick was the KING of all
best friends. Chris just waved a hand in accordance and laid back to get a good
position. If he was going to get his own live porn show, he may as
well be comfy right? Justin groped around under Jc's body and gently felt around his
opening determining if he was still wet enough from his earlier
tongue bath. Seeing that he was, Justin wasted no time. He lifted Jc's slender
frame up before settling it squarely over Justin's throbbing cock.
Bracing Jc's knees on either side of his legs, he reached one arm
across Jc's chest to secure him and pulled him down. Jc's ass slid snugly over Justin's ready cock and trapped it in tight
heat. Both groaning loudly at the sensation, they began to move as
one, rocking against each other, causing Justin's cock to bury itself
to the hilt inside Jc's opening. While he had mostly forgiven him, Justin still caught Chris's eyes as
he whispered into Jc's ears. " Mine, always mine. Mine to fuck. Only
mine" His voice promised possession and ownership, a devout
unwillingness to share. There was a warning there for Chris, who
heard it and understood. " My pretty kitty, only for me, I don't want any one else having you
baby. you belong to me" Like he had been waiting for these words all along, Jc began to move
faster. Bouncing up and down on Justin's dick, grinding and pushing,
trying to get as much of him inside him as he could. Holding him tight against his chest. Justin thrust those hips of his
up high, impaling himself deep inside Jc's tight crevice, shouting as
he came hard and fierce, " Mine, Mine, MINE!" Jc, attuned to his boy as always, released at the same time, ropes of
creamy fluid spilling from him as he found his pleasure. With Justin still deep inside him, Jc leaned against Justin's broad
chest and yawned sleepily, all happy and sated. Justin pulled a
blanket over the top of both of them and snuggled in with Jc, giving
Chris a nod of the head that he was free to go. Picking up boxers and clothing, struggling to get them on in his
haste, Chris mumbled a bit as he was leaving...." I wonder if this
freaky shit happens in the baskstreet boys?"