Justin Bieber Sex Story

The Club

Many people are aware of today's so called "leaks". Leaks meaning, releasing personal information to the public for either profit, popular gain, or simply destroying someone's reputation. As you are aware, one of the biggest celebrities out there is Justin Bieber. Yes, he's had a tremendous reputation for appearing shirtless, in underwear, and sometimes -- nude. Aside from his ridiculous record of getting in trouble with the law, and dating every girl that gets his attention, what many people don't know is that he is extremely confident with his body. This might not be such a shocker to you when I say that, and you are probably thinking, "I already knew that", but for you to truly understand the meaning behind it, I have to start from the top.

I am a part of Justin Bieber's group. The group that always hangs out with him when he is not focused on either music or girls. The group of guys that like to joke around every now and then just to have to fun. My name is William and yes, I am an African-American male who spends his time hanging out with Justin Bieber -- or as we call him, "Biebs".

We typically like to hang out by traveling in his private jet, going for a jog, working out at the gym, and occasionally, going to the club to party with hot girls. Though we do this all the time, there was one night in particular that stood out from the rest: It was the night that we went to the club on a Saturday.

On that night, I received a group text from Bieber telling us to meet him at his house. I drove over there around 9:00 PM and I left my car parked outside his house. There were other cars parked next to mine. Bieber had his sport cars in his gigantic garage, so it couldn't possibly been his. My guess was that it was the cars of the other guys he invited. I didn't quite talk to all of them. You see, Bieber is a very popular guy; he has more friends than I can count, so I can't possibly know all of them by name -- except those I talk to frequently.

Once I made sure my car was locked -- in case paparazzi decided to show up, I made my way up to his door and knocked. The door swung open and there he was: a guy with a shirt that was too big for him, baggy jeans, expensive shoes, and a Calvin Klein underwear sticking out right in front of me.

"Eyyy!!! I thought you weren't going to show up. We were about to leave without you." exclaimed Bieber. He stepped aside enough for me to enter the house, and he then slammed the door shut.

"Yooo! My boy William is here. That's the guy I was telling you about. We can leave now."

I looked around and saw four other guys sitting around the living room. There was a fancy chandelier hanging from above, and a bunch of drinks circling around while they waited.

"What took you so long fool" joked one of the guys as he approached me to fist bump me. Bieber chuckled and he looks towards my face. He could tell I didn't really know the guys from the expression of my face, so like the gentlemen I've always known him to be, he introduced me to them.

"William, this right here is Trevon, DeAndre, Terrell, and Malik". I raised my hand up and waved it at all of them. All of them at once rose and started greeting me with fist bumps and manly hugs. After they were done with all the commotion, we exited Bieber's house and a limousine stood right outside waiting for us. We got in the limousine and drove away to the club.

When we got to the club, we didn't even have to show an ID. We simply walked in because of the fact that a celebrity was among us. We had a great time -- maybe even too much fun. We danced with a bunch of hot girls, we got a bunch of alcoholic drinks from from the bar tender, and of course, the music that was playing that day was by Justin Bieber. Everyone was excited just to be near him; this wasn't the first time that I've gone to the club with him. I know what to expect already because we've done it so many times already. I can see why Selena Gomez feels like he never takes things seriously. What can I say, he's a party guy.