Was it as good for you


The sound of a door clicking open and a soft rustling at the entrance of the living room, alerted the occupants of a visitor. The three men looked up from where they were seated and stared at the tall slender individual whom just entered the large living area. They carefully observed the young creature slowly swagger into the room wearing only a baby blue plush housecoat closed tight at the hip, yet hanging loosely around his broad shoulders. The men feasted on the tawny skin revealed by the lack of clothing and noted large irregular markings on the young man’s neck and collarbone. As a group, they tilted their heads simultaneously, curiosity overtaking them, and watched as the younger man walked around the recliner and sat heavily, legs spread wide. With a deep exhale, the new occupant ran a hand through his newly grown curls and then down the side of his long neck, resting it on his shoulder. Their friend leisurely blinked his beautiful azure eyes, exhaled again and stared absently out the large window into the darkness. The blond Adonis like figure, appeared distant, exhausted and well sexed, the others smiled knowingly.

“So…” Chris began the harassment nodding his head up and down ever so slowly. He looked his young friend over and chuckled, “So…. Um… the song ‘Look what the cat dragged in’ has a whole new meaning for me now.”

The curly haired blond finally turned his head around and acknowledged the group of men surrounding him. He grinned his infamous grin and sighed once more, biting his bottom lip insatiably unable to utter words.

“Cat got your tongue?” Chris goaded.

“A little tired… are we?” Joey chided. “Did that old man tire you out, Justin?”

Justin chuckled. “Wouldn’t you like to know?” The young man had come out of the bedroom leaving his lover alone, hoping he would find one of his friends, and ask him for some advice. The pop star hadn’t expected the entire group to be up.

“Well, actually Justin,” Lance began, “We could hear the two of you just fine without you telling us what happened in there,” the sandy blond motioned with a grin toward the opened doorway. When he stared narrowly at Justin he noticed a slight difference in the superficial shell of their cocky friend. He seemed, in Lance’s opinion, almost unsure of himself.

The younger blonde’s face turned a profound shade of red and he twisted away. “Could not,” he finally shot back. His mind quickly flashing images of him and his older lover making love and he nearly left the room to go back for more.

The three men laughed in harmony. “Okay, Justin whatever you say,” Chris stated. “I just need to ask you one thing.”

“What’s that?”

“How many times did you orgasm? I counted at least three for JC and one clearly for you…”

“Shut up,” Justin smiled, “and it was four for JC and two for me.” The others laughed harder this time at Justin’s honesty, although they heard each and every one of them for themselves, it still shocked them. “I swear this is the last time we’re all staying in one suite.”

“It wouldn’t be so bad if they could keep the noise pollution out.”

“More like keeping the music down,” Justin quipped.

“Riiight…. Almost forgot…” Lance said, “You two don’t make noise.”

“That’s right Poofu, we make beautiful music together.”

“Oh god just shoot me now,” Joey spouted. He leaned closer, “Where’s your one of a kind instrument now?”

“Sleeping.” Justin smiled again as his mind wandered, thinking about his slumbering partner. His hand unconsciously slipped into the opening of his housecoat running his fingertips back and forth over his collarbone and chest.

“I bet, four times… wow…that poor boy, you keep practicing on him like that and your gonna break him.”

“No way, Joey. JC is made for me and I play him like an expert, I don’t need practice.”

“Okay…okay way too much info,” Lance interrupted.

The group laughed and talked until a gently silence fell over them. Joey haphazardly covered his mouth as a yawn escaped him. He looked toward Lance and tilted his head toward the room they shared. The older blond made a quick shake of his head indicating that Joey would need to wait for him. Chris finally stood up, observing the interaction between the other couple in the group, and announced that he needed his beauty sleep.

Joey stood up as well, “Now that we know the two of you are finished we can get some sleep.”

“Whatever, Joey. We all know you enjoyed each and ever minute of it,” Justin teased. “Face it. You’re just jealous.”

The brunette smirked and tipped his head to the side in mock appraisal. “That’s okay, I’ve got a blond of my own. But thanks for the offer.

“You wish,” Justin mumbled under his breath.

“Joey!” Lance’s voice seemed tight. “Go to bed, I’ll be there in a few minutes.”

“I’ll be waiting.”

“I’m sure you will.” Lance shook his head slowly and moved his gaze toward Justin’s feet. He waited until the room had cleared and the doors shut before addressing his younger friend. When the sounds he had been waiting for filtered through the room, he peered up at Justin. The blond appeared to be staring out the large window once more into the night. His large hand still maneuvered teasingly over his silky bruised skin and dipping in between his pectorals and into the cleft in his neck. Justin’s lips were pursed in thought and he sighed heavily. He was beautiful.

“So, why didn’t you leave with Joey?”

Lance shocked that Justin spoke, quickly tore his gaze away from Justin’s lubricous body. He stammered, “I… I just thought…I thought you looked like you needed to talk to someone.”

The younger blond slowly tore his gaze from the window and stared into Lance’s emerald eyes. He slid his body down the front of the recliner and rocked it forward leaning closer to the other man. Justin focused his eyes at Lances’ feet and contemplated on exactly what he wanted to say. Finally determining just how much information he would share, he stared back at his slightly older friend. “Okay,” he worried his hands together, “this may sound weird but I want… I want…” he paused. Justin looked at his nervous hands, “Geez this is harder than I thought it would be.”

“Justin? Is something wrong between you and JC.”

“Yes. No. It’s not what your thinking.”

“Is JC not satisfying you? Is sex with him getting old?”

“Fuck, no Lance. Why does everyone think that?” Justin voice squeaked. “We just got done making love three times. No, he’s definitely fulfilling.” He smiled again, “believe me when I say that JC will never get old to me. He’s perfect; we fit together like a glove. I can’t get enough of him, of his body. I love being inside him, making him feel me. It’s the best feeling I know.” Justin stopped and thought silently to himself for a moment. He continued, “He’s so small, you know.”

“Thankfully, no I don’t know.”

“I’m not talking about his…” Justin grabbed himself through his robe. Lance had to laugh at the sight and the thought that Justin Timberlake still couldn’t say cock in front of them. “He’s small elsewhere.”

“You mean his anus.”

“Do you have to be so crude?”

“Yes.”

“Yes, that’s what I mean.” Justin sat back in the chair, sending it into a slow rocking motion. “It’s like the first time every time. It feels so good. How tight it is around me.” The younger man unconsciously licked his lips, “You know what I mean… just sliding in there.” The curly haired man placed his hands on his thighs and rubbed absently at them.

“Yeah, I know what you mean.”

“Does Joey?”

“What do you mean?”

“Does Joey know how it feels to have his… you know… slip into you?”

“Of course he does.”

Justin sighed and leaned forward again. He whispered, “JC doesn’t.”

Lance pulled back from Justin and sat deep into the couch. The conversation and its implications were running through his head like a freight train. The group learned over the years that Justin never really comes out and says what he’s thinking, there’s always a hidden agenda. He bit his lip and sorted out the unusual amount of information Justin gave him and came up with the hidden message. “You’ve never bottomed for JC.” Lance astonished by his own revelation slid to the edge of his seat. “You’ve never felt JC slid into you.”

Justin nodded his head, one knee bouncing uncontrollably. “I’ve been sitting here thinking about what it’d be like.”

“JC won’t let you bottom?”

“It’s not that he won’t let me, I’ve never asked. He just always let’s me top. He’s always submissive in bed. It’s like he thinks I don’t to see like the ‘girl’ because I’m the great Justin Timberlake. I’m a man. It’s literally driving me insane.”

“Have you addressed this with JC?”

“God no. He’s so insecure about himself enough already. If I ask him to change our lovemaking, he’ll think he isn’t satisfying me.”

“But you just told us that he is. Why would he think otherwise?”

“It’s JC. You figure it out.”

“So what are you gonna do about it?”

“That’s just it. I have no freaking clue,” Justin said as he placed his fumbling hands into his lap.

“Why not try honesty?” Lance moved uncomfortably in the plush couch cushion.

“Yeah, I just don’t know how to approach him about it. I don’t think it should be brought up during sex, cuz that’s just wrong.”

“How bad do you want it, Justin? How bad do you want to bottom for JC?”

“You can only imagine.”

“Unfortunately for you I sleep with Joey, so I can imagine a lot.” The older blond leaned forward, “I know part of it is just curiosity, but there’s got to be more to it than that.”

“I just… I don’t know.” Justin rubbed his hands together in a nervous act.

“Just be honest,” Lance whispered.

Justin stared at Lance and before he knew what was escaping his lips he blurted, “I want to know what it’s like to feel his balls slap against my ass, while he’s fucking me so hard my eyes roll back into my head. I want to feel his skin against mine, feel his… you know… ram into me over and over until I can’t take it anymore, and when he touches me. I climax so hard that my cum hits the ceiling.”

Lance chuckled, “That’d be tough to explain to the cleaning lady.”

“You said be honest,” Justin laughed. “But do you see what I’m saying Lance. I know what it feels like when my balls bounce off JC, but I couldn’t tell you what it’s like from the other perspective.”

“Yeah, you created a stunning visual for me Justin.” Lance glanced over Justin’s shoulder toward the room and gave a knowing smile. “You must think about this a lot.”

“Lance, I fantasize about it daily and nightly. I just can’t get it out of my mind.”

“Tell me about it?”

Justin gave him a weird look, “About my fantasy.”

“About JC making love to you. I’m just curious as to why you want it so bad. Personally I enjoy giving more than receiving. You’re not as sore afterward, nor messy.” He stood up from the couch and walked around the recliner. “So maybe listening to your fantasy I can figure out why it is bothering you so much.” Lance paused before adding, “Be honest.”

“Where do you want me to start?”

“At the beginning.”

Justin leaned back in the recliner, pushing the head of the chair back faintly and closed his eyes. “I don’t know where to start.”

“Okay, how about a Q&A session.”

“What?”

“I ask you questions and you answer them however you want.”

“Your serious.” He heard a grunt in acknowledgement. “All right.” The blue eyed blond thought for a second and then opened his eyes. “Lance, why are you standing behind me?”

“To give you some privacy.”

Justin nodded his head and again his lids covered his beautiful azures.

“Ready?” The younger man nodded. “What do you want him to do first? Where would he start?”

Justin smirked at the change in pitch in Lance’s voice. “Getting nervous,” he quipped. “First, he’d slowly run his soft slender hands up and down my sides.”

“How? Justin you need to show me.”

“Like this.” Justin smoothed his large calloused hands up and down his sides and then over his taut stomach. He continued stroking his body, dipping his touch under the robes belt, running his fingers lightly across his harden buds and over his collarbone. The younger blond pushed his head back hard against the recliner and spread his body liberally over the piece of furniture. His hands began roaming his exposed skin faster, exploring every inch of the tawny surface.

“Then what?”

“He would… would smooth his hands over my chest, rub hard on my nipples,” the man continued rubbing his self. He slipped one hand under the robe onto his thigh and moved it up over his pelvis and back down, narrowly missing his quickly hardening phallus. “My thighs would be next… followed by my hips.”

“Yes. Yes that would be a good place to start.” The deep voice continued questioning, “Would he remove your housecoat?” Justin quickly untied the robe and pushed out of it allowing it to bunch up near his hips. When Justin had finished, he heard a soft laugh chased by the next inquiry, “Would he lick your skin with his wicked tongue.”

“He would trace patterns…patterns on my skin with his… his tongue.”

“Would he bite you?”

“No. No…” he shook his golden curls. “Take… takes my nipple into his… his mouth… graze with…with his teeth. Then… then he would lick it again, savoring the taste, the feel.” Justin pinched and pulled on both of his hard peaks, moaning with each touch, igniting his body.

Through his newly formed reverie he heard Lance return to the couch, he smiled.

“How long would you want him to suck your nipples?” the questioned asked in a strained voice.

“Forever…mmmm…” the blond tantalizingly smoothed his tongue over his lips, taking pleasure in the idea of his nipples inside JC’s searing cavern, tongue plundering them, teeth nipping. He leisurely slithered a hand up his sheen covered body, inching ever so slowly up his torso, his neck and then finally to his awaiting mouth. The enraptured blond smoothed one finger around his moistened lips before placing it into his mouth. Justin sucked hard on the digit, running his tongue hungrily over it.

“After your… your nipples then where?”

Justin heard the distinct sound of cloths dropping to the floor and nearly stopped, but something about someone watching him urged him to answer the question. He casually dropped his finger onto his chest, body inflamed with need. “Down…my body. Into my navel.”

“Does he…he lick you navel.” Justin shook his head. “What does he,” he took a deep breath, “do with his tongue?”

He pushed his wet digit into his belly button and threw his head back. “Dip his tongue and… and fu…” the blond dipped the finger in and out.

“Tongue fucks your navel. You want him to…” he paused catching his breath, “drive his scorching tongue into your navel.”

“Ov..er… and over again. So hard… so good. Mmmm…” Justin’s body heat rose with each thrust of his finger, with each vision that played across his closed eyelids.

“Then what would you want him to do,” the voice stammered.

“Kiss…kiss me until I was writ… writh…” Justin relaxed a little.

“Writhing underneath him.”

“Yessss… Laying his… his full body against mine. Letting me feel how hard he was for my body. Rubbing… rubbing it against me…”

“Rubbing what against you?”

“His… his…co…”

“Say it.”

“His cock.” Justin glided his hand down his sweat soaked body and grasped his erect phallus. He slowly began running his hand up and down the engorged member, careful not to go to quickly. The large hand slid the length of fully displayed cock and the thumb and forefinger quickly gathered a small amount of sticky liquid. Aided by the precum, Justin worked his self faster. Upon reaching the head of his cock, the blond would brush his thumb over the slit several times, each one earning a musical moan in response.

“Would he rub his dripping cock against yours?” The next question was asked in a heated breath, a soft moan following it.

“Up and down…up…down…” Justin’s hand mimicked his murmured cadence. “Till we’re both… both panting… wanting.” He slid his sleek body further down the chair and propped his legs over the arms affording his admirer a perfect view.

“When you’re…” he licked his lips, “tired of that… what… what would you want him… him to do to you?”

“Never tired…mmm…” he ran his cum slick hand up his chest leaving a glistening trail, and then back down, gripping his cock and pumping it hard. “He’d suck… suck…my cock.”

“He’d like that?” he gasped moving his hand in a harmonious rhythm.

“Love…love it,” Justin bit his lower lip when he heard the matching sounds. “He’d nuzzle…nuz…my perin… under my cock…lick it,” he rubbed his hand hard against his perineum as his other continued stroking his shaft. “Suck me hard. Lick my… my slit. Suck… my balls. It… would be soo… sooooo…. Ummmmm.” He heard a loud slapping noise and then a low curtailed moan, the noises making him hotter. “Make me suck his fingers. One…one then two…three.”

“What should he… unnnn… do with those wet… wet fingers?”

“Run them… down…down my…hot body… circle my nip… slide one into my… navel.” He paused breath catching. “Between… between my legs,” he inhaled as his wet fingers slipped under his harden sacs and rested near his aperture. The young man’s chest was heaving from his own ministrations. His breath catching, body undulating; he’s never been able to stoke himself up this much, but he was enjoying it; every last second of it.

“What’s between… between your legs… that he’d want?”

“What… what he wants.” Justin rubbed the puckered entrance while still pounding his cock, head tilted back.

“That… that being.”

“My special… ssspecial…sssspot…mmmm,” Justin whimpered scarcely penetrating his self with a wet digit, turning his head shyly toward the window.

“Does he lick you there?”

“No,” barely a whisper, “he’d ssss…slowly rubs, rubs around it.” He bit his lip, “let… let a fing… slip…”

“Slip where, show me,” he moaned.

“Hhhhere…” The writhing man pushed a finger knuckle deep into himself. Justin placed his feet onto the arms of the chair spreading his self further. He pulled the finger out and then quickly forced it back. The gasping blond circled around the inner muscle, stretching it, enjoying the feel of it inside him. He tightened his lips, his eyelids and pushed his hips forward while slowly fucking himself with the finger. Justin heard another groan come from his friend, encouraging him to go faster.

“All… all of them?” he swallowed deeply.

“Yesss…” Justin hissed. He slowly dipped the second finger into his body, working the two of them like an expert. The young blond pushed his digits in deep and scissoring them, working his hole open, preparing it for the third finger. Justin heard a throaty moan come from the man across from him and he forcefully pushed the last finger in. His hips bucked off the recliner as he continued fisting his cock, faster and faster.

“Tell me…mmmmm… Jus…tin. Where do you want JC?” the husky voice questioned.

“In me,” Justin whimpered.

“Show me where,” the other man inhaled.

“Here. I want… him here.” Justin emphasized his intentions by pushing his fingers deeper and rolling his hips hard to meet them.

“Your…” he moaned increasing his own pace, “fingers aren’t enough?”

The blond shook his head, “No…nev…never enough.”

“Do… do you want it slow?” he hissed.

Justin slowed both his hands down simultaneously. “Yes, yes… slow. So slow… so good.”

“How about fast?” He swallowed audibly, “Justin…unn… do you want… JC to fuck you fast?”

The enraptured blond slowly rolled his head from side to side signaling his answer as no. “Slow…firssssst…mmmm. On me…in me…slow…soo sssslllow.”

“Is he rolling his hips… into you….” he licked his lips, Justin nodded. “How do you want to feel him?”

“Deep… so deep.” Justin pressed his fingers inside him as far as he could, reaching his most sensitive area. He hissed and threw his hips forward while each finger grazed his inner wall next to his prostate. The blond began thrusting his digits in faster and harder.

“Now…” he breathed heavily, “do you want it fast?”

“Yesss…” his head thrown back into the plush recliner, “fassstt.”

“How… do you want him in you?” the man continued as his own pace mirrored Justin’s, precum dripping from his straining cock.

“Hard, so so hard.”

Calming his breathing down, “how’d you feel around him?”

“Tight… he’s so thick…so big… would feel…” he ran his tongue over his upper lip, mmmm yeah….so tight.”

“Would it feel good?”

“Too good.” Their pace began to quicken again as each man was reaching their limits. Justin revealed in the sounds of his friend adding to his euphoria. He gnawed his lips raw as he continued banging his fingers into his stretched and well-worked hole. The blonde’s hips moved in sharp thrusts meeting his finger in a counterpoint rhythm. His muscles tightened and his feet pointed, body stretched taut like a bowstring. The young man’s head tipped back as far as it would go, brandishing the colorful markings on his neck. His eyes closed so tightly, water appeared in the corners of them. He continued his merciless pace.

Justin ears perked when he heard a hushed scream followed by a content sigh. The signaling of his friend’s powerful orgasm caused Justin’s body to convulse and he came in warm creamy liquid streams. Justin screamed JC’s name as his rigid body shook. His hips continued rolling under him, legs flexing over the frame of the chair coaxing every last morsel of cum from him. His euphoric climax washed over his body in a raging surge, releasing its tormenting embrace on every muscle in his body. The blond rolled his head to the side, mouth open gasping for air, breathing deeply. Justin calmed his content and shuddering body down, allowing him additional time before acknowledging the man in front of him. Justin heard a throaty whisper penetrate his stupor of satisfaction.

“Then… then what,” a familiar sedated voice enticed.

“Then,” he breathed out, closing his eyes and concentrating on his words. “Then… he’d lean over… over me and lick… my essences off my st…stomach.” Justin paused when he heard the man move off the couch. “He’d kiss… kiss the head of my cock… and… and whisper, ‘was it as good for you as it was for me’.”

The fatigued blond felt a weight ascend onto the recliner with him, suspended over his susceptible form. After a few agonizing minutes, Justin recognized a memorable roughness against his stomach. The scratchy surface planted itself into his curly patch and slid upward, lapping up his drying essences. The young man shivered each time the abrasive yet smooth tongue touched his over sensitized skin. When he finally opened his azure orbs and glanced down he observed a familiar shimmering of dark golden mane. He smiled and then hissed when he felt his lover’s lips brush across his limp cock and suckle the sensitive end.

JC kissed it lightly and moved up his brawny lover’s quivering form. He placed intimate kisses up the beautiful expanse in front of him until he met soft pliable lips. The two enjoyed a blissful kiss before JC moved his mouth over Justin’s ear. “By my calculations you have one more to go.”

Justin’s lungs finally caught up to him and he murmured, “You failed math didn’t you sweetie.” Justin smiled as he ran a trembling hand down the naked skin of his boyfriend. “That’s two more.”

“Well, will see what we can do to remedy that.” JC leaned in a feathered his lips against Justin’s.



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