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popslash_lollipops2007-04-02 12:13 am
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puppy pile! or, you know, orgy time! four or more boys, skin on skin, you take it from there.
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They were all mildly buzzed when JC suggested it.
“I mean, we’ve got what – another ten hours until we reach umm … wherever we’re going – so we might as well do something.”
“Yeah but, C … are you sure?” Justin asked, still not quite believing what his band mate had proposed; caught between the warring sensations of excitement and apprehension at the prospect of actually doing it.
“C’mon J, it’ll be good,” Chris said, refilling Justin’s cup. “Real good,” he whispered, smiling as Justin shivered when his tongue touched his ear.
So that was how they ended up in various states of undress, clothes strewn haphazardly throughout the living area in the back of the bus.
Chris leaned in to kiss JC and the next thing Justin knew he saw Joey slip his hand down the front of Lance’s pants and he fought the urge to touch himself even though he was painfully hard and aching in his boxer briefs.
“Do it, Justin,” Chris said as he pulled away from JC’s mouth and trailed kisses down his chest until he reached his nipples. Justin watched Chris’ hand slide down JC’s side and settle on its target, causing JC to gasp.
On his left, Lance groaned loudly and Justin turned to see that Joey had unbuttoned and unzipped his pants and pulled him out of his boxers. Justin didn’t even notice his own hand sliding up his thigh until it settled between his legs.
“Oh,” he moaned.
“That’s right baby,” Chris panted. Justin turned back in his direction and gasped. Chris had pulled his own boxers off and laid JC down on the couch, grinding his hips into JC’s. JC yanked Chris down by the back of his head and started kissing him so openly, so wetly, that Justin saw their tongues collide.
Justin didn’t know which way to turn as his hand slid into his boxer briefs and started stroking. Joey was stroking Lance harder now, and Justin saw him grinding himself against Lance’s back. JC had one hand on Chris’ ass, bringing their groins together again and again. Justin’s hand sped up. He felt that familiar tingle in his belly as his body tensed in preparation.
JC gasped once, twice, and Justin saw Chris bear down on him one last time before they both shuddered. A few seconds later, Lance moaned and Joey cried out as they shook in each other’s arms.
Justin moaned, wanting desperately to join them. His hips hitched up and down into his hand urgently. Somewhere in the distance, he could hear a radio playing. He flushed with embarrassment. Were they that loud that the driver had overheard them?
Slowly the music got louder, and Justin’s hand stopped moving against his will.
“No!” He shouted.
And suddenly …
he sat bolt upright. JC and Chris and Joey and Lance were gone. He was no longer on a tour bus.
He was in his own bed.
He was hard and throbbing, tenting the sheet as he looked down at his lap. Not sure if he should be disturbed or highly turned on by this unexpected yet not completely unwelcome dream, he settled on the latter as his hand slid beneath the sheet and set off to finish what they had started.
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*nods*
Glad you like it!
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