CHANCE ENCOUNTER (Bieber x Male)

Part IV

I shower for nearly an hour, the bathroom my safe space from, well, the inevitable: returning to Justin in the other room. I wonder how the hell I'm going to face him after what I just saw.

I scrub my tiny body over and over and over trying my best to kill time and also kill my hard-on. Every time it finally goes away my mind returns to the image of Justin and his cock. So incredibly delicious. Thick, meaty, hard, lengthy, that wild pubic hair and low hanging balls, the trail of light brown fur racing up to his belly button, his hard, muscled and lean body.

ALEX STOP. I'm hard again.

I try my best to focus on the embarrassment I felt when I scurried out of sight to the bathroom to kill any nasty thoughts on my brain. It works and I force myself to turn the shower off. It's been long enough.

I step out of the shower and towel dry quickly, slipping on a new pair of underwear and throwing on a baggy black tee. I look in the mirror and push my wet, floppy hair back and inspect my face for any impurities.

When I exit the bathroom, the suite is empty.

Justin is nowhere to be found.

Shit. I fucked this up. I scared him. He hates me.

I panic for a split second before realizing Justin is outside on the balcony, smoking a cigarette in the morning light. It dawns on me that we've been up all night and that I'm tired as fuck. I grab my pack of smokes from my bag and slide open the patio door.

"Hey..."

Justin is sitting on a lawn chair, his legs propped up on the balcony's railing. He's thrown his baggy sweat shorts back on but kept his shirt off. I examine his tattoos quickly. Son of God. I roll my eyes the tiniest bit to myself. To each his own.

"Oh, hey Alex. That was a long shower. Hope you had fun." He winks. "Come have a smoke before bed yeah?"

I gingerly sit down on the balcony's floor and light my smoke. "Hey, listen, about before-"

"Nah, Alex, don't worry about it. I'm not the stealthiest masturbator." He laughs. "Trust me when I say half of my tour team has walked in on it at sometime or another. It's whatever."

"Oh." I exhale a drag. "That often?" I laugh nervously.

"I mean it's not like I'm addicted to jerking off or anything. It's just.. you'd be surprised how little time I have for sex. Or like, how little time I have for meeting real people who I actually want to have sex with. Most people are just screaming fans."

"Oh." I don't know what to say. I rarely get to have sex because I'm gay and I live in a homophobic small town?

Justin looks at me. "You seem kinda shy now. Trust. It's cool!"

"I know! It's not like I'm a prude or anything." I wonder if I'm being a huge turn off.

"I never said that. And I definitely don't think it either." He replied with a slightly coy smile. "I think it's kinda cute how shy you are now."

Oh my god. What is even going on? What is Justin's deal? Is he hitting on me or does he just exude sexuality? Is it a game? He is definitely aware of the universal gay thirst for him. Sometimes it feels like he's shoving it in my face. I mean, I wish he were shoving it in my face, if you know what I mean.

GOD ALEX. Stop! I feel myself growing hard again at the thought of him shoving "it" in my face.

"I was just taken by surprise." I say quietly. "And if I'm gonna be honest I was worried you'd thought I was spying on you or something and that you were gonna call me a faggot and kick me out or something. It wouldn't be the first time."

"The first time you spied on guys jerking off?" He raises an eyebrow with the same coy smile as before.

"NO OH MY GOD JUSTIN."

He erupts into laughter. "Jokes, jokes. I swear. I get it. Don't be so afraid."

I exhale another drag of my smoke and fold my arms. "It's tough."

"I'll bet. Sorry, bud." He throws his cigarette off the balcony. "Hey, Alex, are you a virgin?"

I choke on smoke and delve into an extended coughing fit. Justin laughs. "Sorry to be upfront, I'm just curious, you being gay and from Stratford and all I'm just... curious how that's worked out for you, you know, sexually."

When I finally catch my breath, I look up at him, squinting in the morning light. "No, I'm not. I've only been with one guy though. For a year. Secretly. But we had a lot of sex. What's it to you?"

"Like I said, just curious."

There's a moment of silence before Justin speaks up.

"And if you don't mind, I'm just wondering like, how you do it?"

I smile coyly at the opportunity to grab the upper hand. "Oh, are you a virgin then?"

Justin doesn't even smile. "Obviously not, idiot. I mean like, gay stuff, how do you do it?"

I roll my eyes into the back of my head. "Gay stuff?"

"Yeah, like, gay sex, two guys, how do you do it?"

"I'm still trying to get what you mean but like, no gloss or shine, I back my ass up to a dude and he sticks his cock in it. I think that's pretty obvious."

I can't believe I just said that. He looks a little taken aback by my audacity.

"Wow, okay." He looks down at his thighs. "Does it hurt? I don't know, doesn't sound fun to me."

"I mean... yeah. At first. But some guys just know how to hit that spot right. It starts to feel amazing eventually. It also depends on how big their dick is." I say quietly. "Why am I giving you a Homo 101 right now, oh my god."

Justin is silent for a second.

"Have you ever had a dick as big as mine?" He asks, sort of gingerly.

I choke again. "Excuse me?!"

Justin looks at me. "I mean, I saw you looking at it. And I know I'm bigger than average."

My face turns a bright shade of red and feels as if it might burn off. "Uh.. I don't know... I only saw it for a second. Maybe? I don't know." I shy away from the question even though I know full well I've never taken a cock the size of his.

"You can't remember the size of mine?" He looks at me with a slightly devilish grin.

"No! I mean, I don't know, I said maybe!"

He undoes the draw string on his sweat shorts and slides his hands down them, fumbles around for a second and pulls out his cock, half hard. My heart starts to race.

"How about now? Can you tell me now if you've taken anything as big as mine?"

"I.... oh my god.. I.." I stumble.

"Hmm?"

"I don't know. Is that fully hard?"

He strokes his cock slowly while I stare, for what feels like an eternity, and the big floppy piece of meat quickly grows into the hard baseball bat I saw earlier.

"Now it is." He half-whispers, a low husk to his voice.

I stare at it for 5 seconds before I catch myself and look back down at my legs. "Oh my god Justin, what the hell."

"Tell me." He squints a little in the sunlight.

I look back up at him and his cock. It's bright as day by now and the sun is shining on both of us. His wide cock is equally thick all the way along the base to the head, which is big, smooth and shiny from a little pre-cum. A full look at his dick has me thinking it is easily 8 or 8.5 inches at this point. He strokes it a little, and I'm shocked at how his hand can barely wrap itself around its meaty width. God, he looks so hot playing with it. His body is sparkling in the light, and I gorge my eyes on his beautiful body.

"No." I say, defeated. "That's a huge dick. I've never taken one that big."

The corners of his lips curve into a small smile. "Wanna try?"