“It happened again,” Justin said in a grumble as he walked into the room, slamming the door behind him.
JC looked up from his Newsweek, turning the page in the process. Him and Lance were sharing a hotel room that night and Justin just happened to pick up an extra key before he went out clubbin’.
“What is it Just?” Lance asked looking up from his spot on the bed. He held the remote carefully in his hand, laying on his stomach with his head down at the end of the still made bed.
The only light in the room was that blazing from the TV and through the opening in the curtains; outside flashes illuminating Lance’s blonde hair.
“The stupid girl couldn’t finish,” Justin said in a sigh, collapsing in the nearest chair across from JC.
JC shook his head and back down at the article he was reading. Lance stiffed a giggle and clicked the TV with a single movement. “What happened this time?”
Justin sat up in his seat, his chest heaving as he took a deep breath. He opened his mouth trying to collect all his thoughts as he looked between Lance and JC.
“Well…”
“JC’s not even listening,” Justin whined looking back at Lance.
JC dropped the magazine into his lap and rolled his eyes. “Justin I’ve heard this story so many times…I don’t need to hear it again.”
“JC!” Justin whined a little more bouncy in his seat.
JC tossed the magazine on the empty bed and looked back at his friend. “What happened?”
Justin smiled and wiped his hands across his dark slacks. “Well we were in the back room you know? Every club has one. You find a chick that will do and you take her back there right? Well I told her what I wanted. You guys know how much I love verbal blow jobs. No touching; nothing but the words of what she’d do if I let her,” He started.
Both JC and Lance nodded their heads. Justin always had this obsession with the chicks he’s with to describe in detail what they’d do if he let her. It was a serious control issue Justin had but never admitted to.
“She didn’t complain or anything when I told her to start. I closed my eyes and was sitting back. Her description was pretty good. She used the wrong number in my measurement but that’s besides the point,” Justin said trailing a little off subject.
“And the problem is what?” JC asked waiting for Justin to finally get to his point.
Justin huffed. “She fuckin’ bit me. Not litterally but you know what I mean. I’m not into that kind of kinky shit. I needed to get off so bad, she teased me all the way up to the point where she fuckin bit my tip.”
Lance bit his lower lip and tried his best not to laugh. He rolled onto his side, his back towards Justin and started to giggle.
Justin had saw the redness in Lance’s face and then heard the laughter. “Yo shut the fuck up Lance!” Justin snapped picking up a shoe that just so happened to be laying on the ground to throw at him.
He looked back at JC with a questionable look. “What about you JC? What do you think?”
“Seriously?”
“Yeah seriously.”
“You need to stop getting mental blow jobs and get the real thing.” JC lifted his eye brow at Justin before picking his magazine back up.
“Man JC I can’t. There was nothing but skankies at the club tonight. I don’t know where their mouths have been. I’d love to fuck those god damned smirks right off a couple of their faces but *shivers* I can’t bring myself to do it. Poor Johnson wouldn’t be able to handle it,” Justin said grabbing his crotch.
Lance howled with laughter as he just about fell off the bed.
“Yo man Lance what the fuck is your problem?” Justin asked looking over at his friend.
Lance climbed off of the bed, wiping the tears away from his eyes. He sat down on the ground near Justin’s feet and shook his head, trying not to laugh anymore.
JC closed his magazine and tossed it back on the bed. “You do it Lance.”
Lance’s face froze. “Huh?”
“You think it’s so funny. Give Justin a verbal blow job. Then he can get off, shut up about this stupid fuckin’ obsession of his and then go to his own room,” JC said a little more clearer.
Lance look like he was just punched in the gut. “You’re not serious?”
JC nodded his head looking over at Justin to make sure he was okay with it.
“Yeah Lance. Let’s see what you got. I know you’ve sucked some dick in your lifetime,” Justin said quickly, shifting around uncomfortably in his seat.
Lance blushed a bright red and moved to sit up on the bed, next to JC’s magazine. He leaned forward and stared across the dimly lit room at his friend.
“Alright…first I’d slowly remove your…” Lance started when Justin interupted him.
“Wait wait wait!” He said flinging his arms out. “Lemme get comfortable.”
Justin kicked his shoes off and then removed his jean jacket. He slid back in the chair a little, his butt almost to the edge of the seat. After he closed his eyes, licked his lips and put his hands on his thighs he told Lance to continue.
“Alright,” Lance said nodding his head. He looked around the room and then started back up where he had started. “I’d slowly unzip your…”
“Hold up,” JC said stopping him. “I’m not sitting here while you do this.”
JC climbed out of his chair and walked over towards the bed to grab his magazine. He knew Justin hadn’t opened his eyes yet and when he picked up his magazine, JC whispered something into Lance’s ear. JC tiptoed over to the bathroom and closed the door as if he had went inside.
“Ok well…JC’s gone…can I continue?” Lance spoke up, smiling over at JC standing near the door.
Justin nodded and told him to hurry up.
“Okay where was I?” Lance asked staring at Justin shifting in his seat again.
Justin’s mouth opened up and said, “You were going to unzip something if I remember correctly.”
“Oh right,” Lance chuckled. “I’d slowly start unzipping your pants, my lips on your throat kissing over your adam’s apple.”
Justin moaned softly, amazed by how real it seemed. It was like he could actually feel someone unzipping his pants, and soft featherlike kisses on his throat.
“More,” He encouraged.
Lance watched as JC kissed more on Justin’s throat before he continued.
“My hand would slid in your open jeans. I’d rub over your soft, warm skin moving my lips up to meet yours,” Lance spoke.
JC’s lips found Justin’s as his hand rubbed over the buldge in Justin’s boxers. JC moaned against Justin’s lips as his friend called out Oh God.
“Jace…” Justin muttered finally opening his eyes. He lifted his hips up to meet his friend’s hand and moaned again. Lance took that as an insentive to go ahead.
“My hands would push your jeans off of your hips and down your legs. I’d push my tongue into your mouth and move over to straddle your waist. I’d push my hard cock down against your, letting them rub together through the fabric.”
Justin moaned again, feeling JC’s dick rub his in an erotic dance. “Josh…ah…I can’t handle the teasing,” Justin muttered before his mouth was occupied with JC’s tongue.
Lance watched the two of them, feeling his own cock spring to life. It was eerie how turned on he was getting just watching his friend’s.
“I’d move my body off of yours, tweaking your nipples as I kissed my way down your happy trail. I’d remove your boxers quickly and blow cool air on you lovely cock,” Lance said sliding his hand down into his pants. He moaned softly as he felt his hand wrap around his erection. JC blew cool air on Justin, loving how his friend whimpered. He tweaked Justin’s nippled and then took the head of Justin’s cock into his mouth.
Justin’s head tipped back, his eyes closed and mouth hung open.
“Oh…fuck!” He muttered moving his hips up to slam his dick down JC’s throat.
Lance was lost, he couldn’t speak. “What next Lance?!” Justin commanded feeling his hips get pushed down against the chair.
“Um…um…” Lance stuttered his hand moving quickly inside of his pants. “I’d lick along the thick vein at the base of your cock all the way up to the tip where I’d suck you off. I’d lower my mouth back down and deep throat you. My head’ll be going so fast, letting you fuck my mouth till you came hard.”
Lance fell over onto his back, clentching his eyes tight as he stroked himself hard and face.
“Josh! More!” Justin moaned, his fingers finding his friend’s dark brown hair. “Harder!”
JC continued to deep throat Justin, his own cock throbbing inside of his pants. Justin screamed, bucking his hips forward against JC’s hands. He let out a long moan as his body twitched and he came long and hard in JC’s throat.
He took a deep breath and looked down at his friend, taking the time to clean him off with his tongue. Both men looked over at Lance when they heard another long satisfied groan come from him.
“Wow…” Justin mumbled pulling JC up off of the floor. “That was the best verbal blow job ever.”
“Now will you shut up and go back to your own room so we can get some sleep?” JC teased with a laugh.
Lance moved over to sit in the chair next to Justin, the one JC had occupied moments before. Justin’s eyes met up with Lance’s and they both smirked.
Justin pulled JC to him, kissing his lips long and hard. He moaned once he could taste himself on JC’s tongue.
“Now JC…you know we couldn’t leave you this hard and not do anything about it,” Lance laughed watching as Justin’s hand slid down into JC’s pants and grabbed his erection. JC withered against Justin’s hand and moaned against Justin’s tongue as it entered his mouth.

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