Lance could smell a secret a mile away. And guessing from the
overwhelmingly pervasive odor of this one, it promised to be a beaut
and with any luck something to be showcased on a future episode of
Jerry Springer. Gazing at Jc through hooded lids, Lance mulled over what he knew so
far. Jc was acting weird. Not a big surprise that was, in and of
itself. Jc WAS weird. But mixed in with his everyday oddness, was a
new level of strange. He practically glowed with some secret
knowledge that had him bouncing around like a damn jack in the box. Secondly, Justin was also acting weird. Now this was something that
caught one's attention. As the newly annointed Sex God for Women
(and forward thinking Men, for that matter) Justin had this new
persona down to a tee. He never let a ball drop. Until lately that
is. Justin had recently developed this habit of staring into space
with a dreamy look on his face, or smiling brightly for no apparent
reason. It was really fucking annoying, in Lance's mind. On one of Lance's covert intel gathering missions,( Lance thought
this sounded much better, than prying or snooping, )
he had discovered a bunch of kitty treats and toys in the bottom of
Justin's carry all. Well that was great that Justin had himself a new
pet, but surely that wasn't the reason behind all this new found good
cheer, was it?..It just didn't make sense. But Lance was determined.
He'd get to the bottom of this. He would. He thought that now would be a perfect time to uncover' Operation
Scoop'..( again in Lance's head, this sounded ever so more tasteful
than being nosy and digging into his friends personal business.) He
figured that Jc would be a lot easier to approach, since he was a bad
liar and unable to think quickly on his feet. And since Justin was
again out of town on his tour, Jc wouldn't have the more nimble
minded Justin to help bail him out. " Uh Hey C" "Mmm, yeah?" Nothing like getting right to the point and starting a full frontal
attack Lance thought. " So what's got you so damn giddy lately? You act like you just got
chosen to ride in the parade as Miss Frozen Treats 2003" " Uhhh" That's right, my pretty. Come into my web. Lance chuckled to himself. " Well uh, see it's Tara. We've really been hitting it off lately and
it's making me really happy." Lance just gawked. That was the best he could do? He had to give Jc
credit for trying to look him in the eye and appear sincere. But
c'mon. Tara?..Really now. Have you seen that girl's teeth? She looks
like she could eat corn through a fence, they were so big. Lance
couldn't contain a shudder. He wouldn't let her go down on him even
with someone else's dick. But noticing Jc's tell tale wiggle of discomfort, he decided retreat
was the best solution for the moment. " Well that's great C. Y'all make a cute couple." " Uhh, yeah. Thanks Man. I uh..gotta go. I have...a thing. Yes a
thing" And he practically ran from the room. Hmm...well isn't this interesting. The plot thickens. But if there
was one thing all these years in *Nsync had taught him it was
determination. Well that, and how to be a sneaky bastard. He planned
to use that second ability to good use. Starting now. Hearing Jc engaged elsewhere in the house, Lance crept down the
hallway to Jc's room. He had to refrain from humming the Pink Panther
theme as he opened the door silently and entered the room. Closing
the door equally as silent, Lance turned to take in his surroundings. Everything was tidy in that Jc, 'no I'm not anal, I'm clean way'. Bed
was made, clothes were neatly folded and put away. Books were in the
bookcase and Cd's were arranged alphabetically. When Lance saw that
the Tv remote was actually on TOP of the TV and not hidden so that
he'd have to frantically search for it, like every other red blooded
male, it cinched it for Lance. Jc was a pod person, and any day now
his mother ship would land and come to take him back. Deciding a quick little investigation was needed before
aforementioned alien ship did come to roost, Lance sat on the bed,
and pulled open the night table. Okay, night light, cough drops,
tissues, condoms and lube....wait up. Hold the train! Condoms and
lube? Lance knew that Jc played for both teams as it were, so that
wasn't that much of a surprising discovery. But he thought Jc was on
another of his self imposed celibacy kicks, where he gave his 'all'
to the music. But these items would make one think other wise. Jc was having sex! Jc was having.... sex. Well great. A mental image
he didn't need. He knew on an asthetic level, Jc was a good looking
guy and probably could beat 'em off with a stick. But he was also
like a brother to Lance and just the thought of Jc fucking someone.
Eww. That was like thinking his mother had sex. Ohh double ewww!
Lance shook his head. Hell no. His momma does not now, nor ever has
had sex. His folks found Stacy and himself in a pumpkin patch and his
mother will always remain pure and chaste. End of story. Almost afraid of what other lurid things he may discover, Lance was
still determined to figure out what was up, so he continued. At the
back of one of Jc's shelves was a pretty wooden box. Hand crafted
with loving care and attention, it seemed to hold some special
significance for Jc. Probably full of personal and private things,
Lance thought. So of course he opened it. There nestled safely on a bed of flowered tissue paper, sat a small
pair of cat's ears. With a clear box container of what looked like
cat's whiskers. A long silky rope of a cat's tail, was curled near
the bottom and a pink leather collar lay hidden beneath it. What the fuck? Jc has....a cat costume. A CAT COSTUME?!?! Okay okay
Breathe man. It's probably for....a costume party. Yeah, a costume
party. That's it. Nevermind that Lance couldn't think of a single
party that Jc or himself were invited to that was costume specific,
that was all Lance's brain could grasp at the moment. Luckily or unluckily for him,depending on your point of view, before
his brain could even attempt to take on the significance of what this
might really mean, Lance heard Jc loping up the stairs. Shit!
Stuffing everything back in the drawer as best he could, Lance
scoured the room for a place to hide. While the closet was such an
obvious choice, it seemed to be the only choice, so Lance ran. And
hid. In the closet. He couldn't help hearing Chris's voice in his
head laughing at Lance's 'hiding in the closet' Ah ha. Subtle Chris.
Real subtle. He wasn't able to get into a real arguement with the
Chris in his head, because hey. Jc in the room now. Turning on low
music and looking like he was planning on being there awhile. Lance sat back and tried to get as comfortable as possible while
sitting on a pile of shoes. He tried to think positively. Well,
sitting here in the dark, is not the most fun he's ever had, for
sure, but maybe he'd finally get to figure out Jc's secret. Peering through the propped open closet door, Lance had a prime view.
A view however, he wasn't quite ready for. Jc naked. Very naked. Alot
naked. Much naked. A whole damn lot of naked. Naked on the bed with
his special box on his lap. Lance was suddenly having second
thought's about this whole idea. So Jc has a secret. Big whoop.
Everyone is entitled to secrets. God knows he has a few. But Lance's newfound conscience wasn't going to help him here. It was
far to late for that. Jc slowly and with obvious pleasure, placed his
little boycat ears jauntily on his head. He attached his whiskers
with the ease of familiarity, and slid his tail into place around his
waist. The dainty collar was the last item to go, and Jc buckled it
around his slender neck, making sure the bell was placed correctly in
the center. He laid back on his bed, stretching himself across the wide matress.
Lance couldn't help staring in awe. Okay..so, Jc likes to dress up
like a cat before.....before....Oh dear god please let it just be
before he takes a nap. A sharp ringing of the phone dispelled that fervent wish. Jc casually
picked up the receiver, and waited a beat before what sounded like a
purr rose from his chest. He clicked on the speaker phone and laid
back again. To Lance's ever fucking shock, the voice of none other than Mr JT (
shrieks inserted here) came over the line. " Hello my pretty Kitty, are you happy to hear from me?" Affirmative meow. " Are you all dressed up like a pretty kitty for me, baby?" Another meow in the affirmative. " Is my pretty kitty feeling hungry?" Another meow, this one with more force. " Mmm..good. I've been thinking about you all day, baby, and even
though I can't be there in person, you and I are going to play okay?" Lance had no idea how a purr could sound so sexy and wanting but
somehow Jc's did. His head was reeling from all he had learned. Jc
and Justin were into some kind of weird shit where Jc dressed up like
catboy and they played. Played. Hmmm. Was it to much to hope for that
running after a ball of yarn was the playing that Justin meant? Justin's next words laid that hopeful thinking to rest. Immediately. " Kitty baby, I'm gonna tell you all the things, I'd do if I were
there and I want you to do them to yourself. Like it was me. Okay?" Shit. Doesn't sound like yarn is going to be involved. Or mice. Or
squeaky toys. Lance didn't know what to do now. He knew he was way in
over his head. Should he just come out of the closet ( shut up Chris!
I get it already!) and let Jc know what a lousy friend he was?
Or...should he sit here and wait to see what unfolds? " Lick one finger kitty, and rub it around your nipple. I know how
much you like that. Make it nice and hard and wet for me" Justin's erotic command pretty much settled it. Lance was in this for
the whole show now. God help him. Lance watched as Jc followed
Justin's directive and swirled one long pale finger around the
protruding nub. The deep sounds of pleasure he made showed Lance that
Justin was right. Jc did like this. " Now trail it down your body, baby. Get yourself all nice and juicy
for me. " As Jc did so, Lance noticed that he wasn't the only one getting
rather juicy. His pants had become uncomfortably tight and man when
did it get so hot in here? He'd take his shirt off. Because it was
hot. Yeah. Quickly stripping off his tshirt, he waited anxiously for Justin's
voice to continue. "Wet your fingers again baby. Then rub them along your nice full
balls. Feel them. Move them around. See how nice and heavy they are
getting with all your delicious cream?" Jc's mewling of desire filled the air. Lance watched as he palmed his
ball sac, seperating them, weighing them in his hand, and getting
them all nice and wet. Jc's hard cock stood straight up, touching his
belly. Lance had seen Jc naked before. Of course he had. One
bathroom, 5 guys, germany. But this was something else. Lance had to
admit it. Jc had one fine cock. " Okay baby...I can tell how ready you are. How hot. How wet. How
hungryyyyyy' A shudder went through both Lance and Jc at Justin's
sexy drawl on the last word. Lance needed air. He needed out of the closet. He needed.....to cum.
Fuck. Fucked up freak shit as this was, it was still the hottest shit
he'd ever seen. Well like his daddy always said...If you can't play
with the big dogs ..... And Lance ALWAYS played with the big dogs.
Uh,...Cats. Whatever. He quietly unzipped his fly and pulled his own leaking member from
the confines of his boxers. Speading his legs, he opened the closet
door just a little more for a full view and placed his fist around
his dick. " Okay my pretty kitty. Use your right hand and place it around that
sweet cock of yours. Use all that nice cum at the tip to slick it up
for me, just the way I like. " Jc and Lance obeyed. Both men had tears of semen leaking from their
cockheads and they both used it to lube up their shafts. " Now for the part you really like baby. With your free hand, get one
of those beautiful fingers all wet and place it at the opening of
that tight ass I love." Whoa. Lance didn't know if he could do THAT! But from the sounds of
pleasure that Jc was making, Lance figured HE could. And did. And
was. Lance looked. Yep. Sure was. Jc was spread eagled across the bed. One hand firmly around his cock
and the other under his ass. He pulled his knees up for better
leverage and Lance saw he had one finger knudged against that
puckered opening. Ah hell. Lance wet one finger and pulled his jeans down further. He
let his finger wiggle against that tight hole. Well what do you know.
Feels great. " Now sloooowwly my pretty kitty, push in. Imagine it's my hard dick,
sliding into you" Jc did as asked. So slowly he almost couldn't take it, he let his
finger push past that ring of muscle and enter his tight ass. He
moaned as it slid in all the way. Lance had to bite his lip as hard as he could from sounding out a
moan of his own. His finger slid into that foreign heat and this was
better than great. This was fantastic. " You need it don't you baby? You need to get fucked?" Jc mewled in agreement as Lance just nodded his head silently. " Let's do it then. Jerk yourself off baby. Nice and rough, like you
like. Rub your thumb over the head, and keep it nice and steady. Move
that finger now baby. Fuck your ass. Push it in deep and good." Both men moved their fists in unknowing rhythm up and down their
cocks. Hard and rough, with no mercy. Fingers plunged in and out of
waiting asses, deeper with each stroke. " Two fingers now, my beautiful boy. Twist them inside you, hit that
sweet spot that drives you crazy" Two fingers curled deep insiide liquid heat. For Jc it was like
coming home again. For Lance, a wonderful surprise as fingers brushed
against something that almost made him cum right there. " Are you imagining my big dick fucking you baby? Sliding in and out
of your ass, as I jerk you, harder and faster. Milking you, making
you want to explode?" Jc writhed on the bed, as his hands moved in twin furies, pushing and
pulling, jerking and fisting. Lance rocked on his entwined fingers,
thrusting them deeper into his hole as his fist beat his aching cock
as fast as he could. " Mmm...I can feel it baby. See it. Hear it. You're so pretty like
this kitty. All hot and needy and ready. Let it go baby. Give me your
cream" Lance watched as Jc's fingers jammed into his body sending him over
the edge. Cum poured from his straining cock, covering his still
moving fist as his his body shot into orgasm. Seeing Jc in all his erotic beauty pushed Lance over. His ass
clenched over his fingers, still buried deep inside, as spurts of
milky white fluid escaped his body, spraying his uncovered chest. " Mmm...I can tell that was nice baby. Why don't you come into the
shower now and use the phone in there while I tell you about this
dream I had with you, me and a long handled scrub brush?" Jc scrambled from the bed in a hurry. Shutting off the bedroom phone
and rushing into the bathroom for his next round of play with Justin. Lance used his hasty exit to make an escape of his own. Leaving his
pants undone, his shirt balled in his hand, and cum covering his
chest, he raced from Jc's bedroom. To run into Chris. Who took in Lance's disheveled apperance and
grinned. "Let me guess. Just took a trip into the Wild Kingdom?" Lance stuttered out the whole story as best he could. Chris just kept
grinning. Putting a friendly arm around Lance's shoulder, he said"
Well why don't you come with me and have a nice stiff drink and you
can tell me all about your adventure in the closet. Or'...he looked
at Lance's jism soaked chest...'maybe your adverntures OUT of the
closet now"