
Path: not-for-mail
From: Mighty Aphrodite <nsaphrodite@yahoo.com>
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.gay.moderated
Subject: FAN: "Tale of the Sun" I (MMM/Celeb/NC)
Date: Mon, 10 Nov 2008 06:45:10 -0600
Organization: Altopia Corp. - Usenet Access - www.altopia.com
Lines: 551
Approved: ASSG Approval Key <assg-approval-key@stump.algebra.com>
Message-ID: <451765.16635.qm@web54505.mail.re2.yahoo.com>
Reply-To: nsaphrodite@yahoo.com
Mime-Version: 1.0
Content-Type: multipart/alternative; boundary="0-902585676-1226306370=:16635"
DomainKey-Signature: a=rsa-sha1; q=dns; c=nofws;  s=s1024; d=yahoo.com;  h=X-YMail-OSG:Received:X-Mailer:Date:From:Reply-To:Subject:To:MIME-Version:Content-Type:Message-ID;  b=6g3aP9gmvf32eLRmEuxClrBqgCAAF0QgxwFg/lnVqG9H9Fn2xWD2KRkEwXcTwLCedm28781swuhWzWcCY86CbiYMlvB5KR/dWf7NoUYgCuz8nXisy5rL7Rq9MBt2TZhEX5ibfBBR1Y08tCLUO0+a1gBDiEMN1sRJqArCGMjr9nk=;
FromStump: yes

===================

Tale of the Sun

Disclaimer: Fiction. Pure and simple.

Rating: Overall R with NC-17 chapters

Summary: Chris Kirkpatrick embarks on a journey to fulfill his

childhood dream…

Author's Notes: For longest time, my muse was

Justin Timberlake of 'Nsync so I've written quite a collection of

'Nsync slash. My current muse is Jason Castro, who currently occupies

most of my free time away from work. I am absolutely in love with

this beautiful boy. Never have I seen beauty such as this. To have a

better understanding of my new muse, check out the visual aid here

http://s43.photobucket.com/albums/e393/suszalwaze/?action=view&current=\

ee0dddc1.pbw and to appreciate the talent of this amazing artist, check

out Jason's new song, 'Sweet Medicine' at

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=P4Zleiyy91w

and his Myspace at http://www.myspace.com/jasoncastromusic

Affiliates: http://ww.Castrofics.com --a comprehensive Jason Castro

fanfiction archive. This website is a labour of love for me. All

my current writings on my new muse can be found there under my penname

along with works by some amazingly talented writers like auto_floss,

bleedingxsoul, and slashalove to name a few. The latter is one of the best erotic writers I've read. 

Tale of the Sun I

'I have always loved him as long as I have always known I was gay.  I was already a man at 24 when I met him.  He was merely a child at 14.  Still, he possessed this alluring beauty that left me breathless day in day out. He was my Adonis. He was everyone's Adonis.  I loved him the first day my eyes laid on him.' 

Chris would confide in Lance.  

Oh, Lance. What a pillar of strength he had been over the years. When Chris first came out, he was convinced that Lance would be the first to lynch his sorry, perverted ass and burn a cross to his chest, but of all the guys, Lance was the most supportive.  He told Chris it was okay.  Some men loved women and others loved men so long as he was not Chris's object of affection. In Chris's case, he happened to love a boy but that was beside the case. How could he not have fallen in love with the little brat?  

Chris remembered fondly one day several years ago when the polished copy of their first album arrived in the mail. It was true. They had produced an album. And in no time, it would be released in Germany and throughout Europe .  Chris latched onto that piece of disc as if his life depended on it. Lance was "wow", Joey was jumping up and down with excitement and JC and Justin merely just smiled. They knew they made it. They were going to hit it big. After a moment, Chris excused himself, with the disc cradled in his arms of course, and retreated to his upstairs room in the house Justin's mom bought them.  He couldn't believe it. They were going to be popstars. Chris Kirkpatrick would never be poor, again. He could finally see the sun setting across the beach of La Paz. That was his ultimate childhood dream. When asked of his ideal vacation spot, Chris would shout, "La Paz" with much enthusiasm since his father had promised to take him there
 before he decided to leave Chris and his mother. Yes. He was going to see the sun setting across the beach of La Paz. Tears streamed down his face. He was crying over this?! What a pussy! He was worse than his mother when he told her that he was going to Munich to record an album.  Yes. Chris Kirkpatrick was definitely gay. 

Suddenly, the bed rocked. It was Justin. He fingered the album in Chris's hand and then pried apart the resisting fingers. He stretched over Chris's body, ass in the air, to place the CD on the dresser by his bed.  Then, Justin with his boyish charm, curled into Chris's exposed lap.  With his glossy ruby red lips and big oceanic blue eyes, he gazed up wearing that infamous pout of his. 

"What's wrong, Chris?" Justin asked, his eyes never left Chris's downward gaze.  "Don't be sad. You can't help it if you're queer." 

'Fuck! Lance!'

"What?!" Chris threw Justin off his lap and struggled to his feet. His eyes cast down to the obscene tent in his pants.  Quickly, he grabbed his chair, swung it around and sat, unaware that his chair had no real back and his erection was still exposed. "Ugh!" He sighed in desperation, swung the chair around, again, and sat in the right position, legs crossed over his erection. 'Okay, Kirkpatrick, good job.  The kid won't notice your fuckin' hard on, but he'll definitely know you're gay.  Legs crossed, oh, Kirkpatrick, what were you thinking?'

"Chris?" 

"Oh, Justin." Chris scooted his chair, "I wasn't sad-"

"You weren't sad, but you were crying?"

"Alright, smarty pants, let me finished. I wasn't sad because I'm gay . Who told you that I was gay?" 

"Lance." 

"Go figure." Chris shook his head, rolling his eyes.  

"Oh, don't be mad at Lance now. I wanted to know what has been bothering you lately so I went to Lance because he's Scoop you know and he didn't want to tell me but I tricked him into telling me, but I swore it doesn't change anything between us. I still like you, Chris." 

"That's sweet, but do you know what that means, kid?" 

"Okay, old man, I'm fourteen but I ain't stupid." 

"And don't use 'ain't'. It isn't a word."

"All the cool people use it.  Like Coolio, Tupac-"

"Alright, alright!  You seem to have a come back for everything."  Chris couldn't help when Justin inched closer until their knee-caps touched.

"So, why were you crying if you weren't crying about you know…"

"Oh, you don't understand." Chris threw his hands up in the air.  

"Well, try me. Mommy says that I'm a sensitive person and I understand shit and stuff." 

"Okay." Chris was blushing suddenly. How could he explain to this kid without making himself sound too much like a pussy? "I was crying because I was happy." 

Justin's brows furrowed in confusion.

"Not so analytical, are we?" 

"Huh?" 

"Nevermind.  Like I was saying, I was so happy when I saw our album arrived today in the mail."

"I was happy, too, Chris, but I didn't cry."

"When I was little, my father used to tell me stories about this city by the ocean, La Paz.  It means peace in Spanish. The tranquility of the waves brushing softly against the sands of the beaches was amazing.  He said it's always warm and cool at the same time.  Red, Orange, Yellow colors painted the city.  The water was so clear you could see the bottom of the ocean.  And there's a walkway called the Malecon where romance blossomed all year round.  The sunset there was so beautiful that you couldn't help but see the beauty in the person before you. You couldn't help but fall in love.   He promised me that he would take me to see the sun set across the beach of La Paz." 

"Have you seen it?"

"No." Chris shook his head.  "My father left us when I was 9."

"I'm sorry, Chris." 

"It's okay." Chris patted Justin's kneecap, subconsciously.  "So now that we'll be rich, I can finally see the sun set there.  Only now I won't have a father to go with me, but still.  I was just overwhelmed with happiness thinking about that." 

"I'll go with you!" Justin shot up in the air.  "Take me there, Chris.  I've never seen it." 

"Whoa! Didn't your mommy tell you not to go to faraway places with strange men?" 

"Okay, now you're starting to sound like Josh and all the adults in my life." 

"I am an adult." Chris reminded the boy.

"No, Chris. You're my friend.  And I want to go with you to see the sunset across the beach in La Pez." 

"La Paz.  Pez means-"

"Whatever." Justin brushed him off.  "So, promise me and don't break it that you will take me to see the sun set there." 

"You're not afraid of me, kid." Chris ran his fingers through Justin's silky curls. God. They were so soft and beautiful.  "You know that I'm gay. You're not afraid that I might do something to you." 

Justin looked up. His sparking blue eyes locked with Chris's chocolates.  "If you've wanted to, you would have done something a long time ago and there wouldn't be a single thing I could do to stop you.  Chris, I trust you because you're my friend.  Now, promise me." 

"Okay, okay. Justin Randall Timberlake, I, Christopher Alan Kirkpatrick, promised to take you to La Paz."

"To see the sun set there."

"To see the sun set across the beach of La Paz." 

"Okay." Justin said, getting up on his feet, again. He bent over and encased Chris in a hug.  "I love you." 

"I love you." 


"Still daydreaming?" Lance teased, taking a seat next to him on the tour bus.  

"Always.  Nothing new." 

"What were you thinking of?" 

"I was thinking about the first day I met Justin.  That day seemed so long ago now.  I knew then that there would be no other Justin Timberlake so when the opportunity arose, I asked, nearly begged the boy to pursue a career in singing along my side. To be my life long companion. And the boy smiled his million-dollar smile and said, yes.  It was the happiest day of my life, Lance."  Chris recalled.  "I loved him. I didn't think I could possibly love anyone else more than I loved him.  Still, I ignored my love. It wouldn't be love people would see. People would see a 24-year-old man lusting after a 14-year-old kid as sick and perverted. And perhaps, I was in some way, but it was more than just beauty that drew me near Justin. It was just Justin. The more time I spent with the kid, the more I grew to love the Justin within, not just the pin-up heartthrob girls hang on their walls. No, I loved Justin Timberlake.'   

"You know, Chris, I heard this a million times.  You need to get over him." Lance told him before getting off the bus.  

"You leaving, Chris?" Todd asked, hopping after Lance.

"Nah. I'll just wait. We're almost home anyways." 

"Whatever suits you, man." 

Chris sighed deeply.  He leaned against the seat of the bus.  He wanted so much to express his love. He wanted to so much to climb the highest mountain and screamed at the top of his lungs, "I love Justin Timberlake!" To tell the boy how much he loved him, but he didn't.  He would often find himself hiding in the shadows at night, wanting so much to just touch his face as he slept.  He would get hard when he barely touched his arm, leg.  Fuck. He would get hard when he was anyway near the boy.  One day, he was the first person up for a change and he wanted to play Big Daddy and wake everyone up from his peaceful slumber.  So, he moved from room to room.  He arrived at Justin's room and although the shower was on, he couldn't hear the shower over the loud music blaring from the stereo.  He found clothes on the floor so he decided to follow the trail of clothes and pick them up as he went along. Be more efficient he said to himself. 
 And the trail of clothes led him to the bathroom and he pushed open the bathroom door with the intention of hanging some more towels that he had gathered off the floor.  That was his intention.  That was his intention.  He kept repeating in his mind. 
 
He told himself to move, to leave, yet his body remained stagnant. He couldn't move, much less breathe. Behind the frosty glass was Justin.  Completely nude. Wet. Eyes closed.  Massaging his genitals with a lathered washcloth and he wished more than anything to be that washcloth. He imagined himself slipping into the shower. He would approach the boy from behind. He would reach forward and grab that washcloth away from him. At first, Justin would whimper at his aggressiveness, but he wouldn't submit to that pout .  No.  He would take that washcloth and massaged his genitals.  First, gently, then roughly.  He would abandon that washcloth and use his bare hands on Justin's genitals, stroking and rubbing his manhood.  Justin would grab his hands, trying to pry them off of his sensitive manhood, but this would only make Chris more aggressive as he would latch onto him even more.  Justin would moan and whimper.  And Chris would get hard.  He
 would spoon his body against Justin's.  His hard cock would rub against the cleft of the boy's buttocks, teasingly.  He would seek for his entrance and when his cock was aligned with the boy's entrance, he would push forward.  Justin would cry out.  Chris knew it would be painful for him. It was painful for him the first time. And the blood that trickled down the boy's legs told Chris that he had torn Justin.  Still, he couldn't stop.  He would withdraw and then plunged deeper.  All the while, he continued to play with the boy's cock.  He was delighted to feel the hardness of the cock in his hand.  As he pounded into the boy and as Justin's breathing became more erratic, he knew he had hit the bulls-eye.  He had hit the jackpot. He found the boy's prostate within him. So he slammed into him one last time, then he pulled out.  He finally let go of the boy's sore genitals, turned him around, and dropped to his knees, capturing
 the boy's swollen member in his mouth just in time to devour his seeds.  Justin was sweet.  

"Chris?" Justin asked him, waving his hand in front of his face.

"Huh?" He responded dumbfoundedly.  

"What are you doing here in my bathroom?  Yours down the hall." The boy said, grabbing the towel away from his hands.  

He used the terri-cloth and started to towel dry his upper torso and chest and then closed the door shut behind him.  Chris darted out of the room, too embarrassed to stick around until Justin was out of the bathroom.  He retreated to his own room where he fought with himself to control the impending tears.
20081110064510
