Part 3: Shawn Mendes
It had been several days since I last talked to Jack. He really hadn’t said much of anything to me since we left Justin’s studio. When he dropped me off he just told me to stay ready that he could call at any time and I needed to be ready to go. I sat around the house the next few days, but since he didn’t call or text, I went about living my life. A group of friends and I had taken up golf as a way to pass the time and something to bet on. And that’s where I was when I got the call.
I saw my phone ringing in the cart. I picked it up and it was Jack. I stepped away from the guys I was playing with and answered. “Hello?” Jack didn’t waste any time, “Where are you?” he asked. I looked over my shoulders and quietly answered, “I’m downtown. LA Country Club. Why?” I could sense that Jack was in a hurry, “I’m 15 mins out. Be at the clubhouse. Ready to go. Got a client for you.” Before I could even protest at the short notice, Jack cut in again, “I mean it Cam. 15 mins.”
I told the guys I had a meeting to take on short notice and that I’d have to catch them later. They gave me an adequate amount of grief, but seemed to understand as I hopped in the golf cart and made my way back to the clubhouse. Just as I pulled in the parking lot of the clubhouse, I could see Jack’s Range Rover as he made a beeline to the front of the building. I could tell he saw me as he honked the horn and hurried me over. I opened the door and hopped in closing the door behind me. “Damn, Jack! What’s the rush man?” Jack looked over to me as we sped away from the clubhouse. “We’re on a tight timeline. I gotta get you across town.”
I’d never seen Jack like this before. He was obviously stressing like it was a big deal that he get me somewhere, but I’d already fucked Justin Bieber, so I wasn’t sure how much bigger it could get. I slunked in my seat not wanting to agitate him any further when he looked over at me. “You forgetting something, Cam?” I looked over myself, checked my pockets. I knew I had everything. “No, I don’t think so.” I replied. Jack smirked. “My dick you idiot. I get you a job, you suck my dick!” I looked at him and grinned. “Right now? While you’re driving?” Jack didn’t say a word. He just grabbed himself and I knew he meant right now.
I reached across the center console of the Range Rover and replaced his hand with mine on his dick. He was surprisingly soft. I unzipped him and unbuttoned the top button of his pants and pulled out his soft 5.5 inch dick. Soft or hard didn’t seem to matter, his dick was impressive either way. I pulled myself from my seat and leaned over the gear shift and put my head in his lap and brought my lips to his cock. I sucked him into my mouth with a loud slurp that seemed to fill the car and almost as instantly as I tasted his sweaty meatstick I could feel him start to get hard. For some reason, being able to feel his cock harden in my mouth excited me. As he got harder and I worked my way up and down his shaft, his thick cock started to fill my throat. I felt his familiar hand on the back of my head and he pressed me down to the base of his cock. I gagged a little, but Jack said nothing. Instead choosing to focus on the road.
By the time he returned both hands to the wheel I had his cock (and his pants and seat) covered in my spit. I started taking just the first half of his cock while stroking his base in rhythm with my mouth. I could feel his balls tighten and his breathing began to labor. Jack barely uttered a sound, but I could feel him start to pulse and his warm seed began filling my mouth again. It seemed that he really enjoyed me swallowing his load and by this point I didn’t mind at all. I slowed down my pace while I let him finish and I felt the car come to a stop.
Jack pulled me up from his lap and barely looked at me. “We’re here.” I looked at him making sure he was pleased and I couldn’t tell. I hoped I hadn’t done a bad job. But how could I when he’d just cum in my throat? It couldn’t have been that bad.
“You’ll need this.” Jack threw a lanyard at me and unlocked the door. That was the first time I’d looked out the windows. It was the Staples Center. I looked down at the lanyard. It read “Shawn Mendes- Backstage Pass”. There must have been a look of total shock that came over my face because Jack looked at me and said, “Don’t let me down.” And unlocked the car door. I hopped out of Jack’s car and shut the door. Jack lowered the passenger window. “Hey, Cameron!” he shouted. “When you’re done here tell Shawn to get you a car and send you back to my place.” I nodded to let him know I understood and he drove off.
I walked to a backdoor of the Staples Center where I showed my lanyard to a security guard who let me in and motioned me to the left. I walked down a narrow well-lit hallway adorned with pictures of Lakers teams, and musical superstars throughout history. And there at the end of the hallway was an unsuspecting door with the name “SAHWN MENDES” in big bold letters. I knocked and opened the door a little, “Hello? Shawn?” I couldn’t see much, but I did hear a voice, “Yea? Come in.”
I walked inside and shut the door behind me. I looked around. The room was nice. Bright white walls, more pictures hanging everywhere. A big mirror and chair on one side of the room, a more relaxed couch and mini bar on the other side. And that’s when I saw Shawn coming from an adjoining room. It must have been a bathroom as he came out in a white towel wrapped around his waist, his body glistening and wet. It had been a long time since I’d seen him. We weren’t MAGCON kids anymore. But even back then, I hadn’t seen him like this. He’d filled out since I last saw him. Hair was longer, chest bigger with just a small sprinkling of hair across his pecs, his abs tighter than ever and his biceps were bulging. I caught his eye and he grinned at me. “So, the rumors are true, huh?” He said. I looked down at my shoes a little embarrassed that while his career had taken off, mine had stagnated and I was out being a whore to get by. I raised my head and looked at him, “Yea, I know. Who would have ever thought I’d be an escort?”
Shawn looked at me confused. “An escort? I meant the rumors about you taking up golf.” He said as he pointed to my outfit. I looked down at my shorts and polo shirt. Being dressed so obviously as a golfer, I couldn’t help but laugh. “Yea, those rumors are true. Golf is harder than it looks!” Shawn nodded in agreement. Then he looked me square in the eye and said, almost sadly, “Other rumors are too, huh?” I shook my head up and down, “Yea. Those too.”
The room grew quiet. Not sure if it was tension, awkwardness or pity. But Shawn walked to me. My head lowered, he put his finger under my chin and brought my eyes up to his. “It’s ok. It’s nothing to be ashamed of.” He leaned in and kissed me gently. The type of kiss I’d shared with girls many times in several relationships I’d had in the past. He tenderly slipped his tongue in my mouth and for a brief moment it was like I was back with someone I’d shared a deep relationship with. I felt his hand run down my thigh to my dick. I was hard as a rock as he stroked me through my shorts. He pulled away and instantly I was reminded of the situation I was in. I was brought here to pleasure him.
Shawn dropped his towel to the ground. He was massive. 9.5 inches at the least. Fully engorged and sticking straight out at me. I looked at him and he looked back at me and grinned. I licked my lips and began to get on my knees when he stopped me. He stood me up and looked at me like I was his. “When I heard you were doing this I had to get in on it. I had the biggest crush on you when we were doing MAGCON.” I felt him playing with the button on my shorts and then my zipper. I was totally confused, “I, uhhh, I didn’t know….” Shawn cut me off. “ I know. Don’t worry about it. I never told anybody. But I’ve wanted you forever!” As my shorts dropped to the ground Shawn wasted no times as he pulled my polo over my head and tossed it across the room. Shawn dropped to his knees and helped me out and my shoes and through my shorts across the room near my shirt. He looked up at me. Massaging my cock in my Calvins. He smiled ear to ear. “You have no idea how long I’ve waited for this day!”
With that Shawn pulled my Calvins to my thighs and let my cock spring out. Before I could say a word Shawn had already started licking my balls. His warm tongue felt so good gliding across my balls and I winced a little as he sucked them into his mouth one at a time. I looked down and he looked up at me and smiled. He moved to the head of my cock and in one motion took my dick to the base. Burying his head in my neatly trimmed pubes. I couldn’t help but moan. My eyes rolled back in my head a little as I looked up at the ceiling as Shawn started to bob his head on my cock. His pace became relentless. Even of the girls I’d been with, I’d never had someone suck my dick the way he did. Like mine was the last cock on earth and he was starving. He continued to play with my balls the entire time, massaging and tugging them. Before I even knew what was happening I could feel my cock start to squirt my load in his mouth. I tried to pull back, “”Oh, shit! I’m sorry! I’m sor…”. Shawn grabbed my ass with both hands forcing my cock in his throat ensuring that I would finish in his mouth.
As I shot my last rope into Shawn’s mouth, I could feel him swallow it all down. He gently bobbed his head up and down my shaft a few more times before pulling my dick out and kissing the head of his cock. He stood up and looked at me; grabbing my dick as he did, “I hope you have a lot more where that came from…” he said seductively and pulled me by my cock to the couch. Once there, Shawn bent over the arm of the couch. He looked back at me, “You ever eaten ass?” he asked. I shook my head, “I think I can handle it.” I dropped to my knees, parted Shawn’s cheeks, and dove my tongue into his pink hole. Immediately Shawn was moaning and writhing around the couch in pleasure. He was way more vocal and expressive than I imagined. I used all my tricks on his hole. I flicked my tongue, ran it around his hole in circles, went through the alphabet in motion with my tongue against his hole, I sucked his ass, licked from his balls and back to his hole and fingered him. While it seemed like I had just started, I could tell just from the amount of spit on his hole that I had been eating his ass for several minutes when Shawn started moaning out, “Fuck me, Cam! Stick it in! I wanna feel you!”
I was taken aback initially. I wasn’t even sure if that was something I was allowed to do. Neither Jack nor Justin had let me fuck them and they certainly didn’t ask. Nevertheless, here Shawn was, begging me to fuck him. And since he’s the client and he’s asking me to, I don’t guess there’s anything wrong with it.
I stood up, placed the head of my cock against his hole, and gently pressed inside him. My god did he feel good! His ass swallowed my cock inch by inch until my balls rested against the pale, fair skin of his ass. I chucked a bit, “Fuuuckkk.” I moaned out. I grabbed Shawn by his hips and started to pump into him. Slowly at first but building up more speed the longer I fucked him. Eventually, Shawn’s ass was taking everything I could give him. It must have sounded like a jackhammer to anyone outside the room. My thrusts were powerful and direct. Every ounce of energy I had going into giving Shawn the fuck he so desperately wanted. And Shawn was loving it. He moaned like a bitch. He sounded like some of the girlfriends I had in the past. Moaning out and crying for my dick. Every thrust inside him made him weaker it seemed. Like he just couldn’t get enough of me. Before I knew it, I was cumming again, this time inside him. Breeding him. Shawn moaned out, “Yeaaaaa, Cameron! Fuck! Gimme your fucking cum!” I slowed down and wiped my forehead out of breath.
Shawn stood up, my hard cock falling out of his hole. He turned me around and I fell over the arm of the couch. Shawn grabbed me by my thighs and pulled my ass up on the arm of the couch. He reached down behind the couch and grabbed a bottle of lube. He popped the cap, shot some lube into his hand before rubbing it on his cock, and fingered some into my ass. He positioned his enormous cock on my hole and said, “My turn.” Shawn pressed inside me faster than I would have liked. “FUUUCCKKK!” I yelped, but he smiled and slowed down. He pressed his index finger to my lips, “Shhhhh. I’ll take care of you.” And he did. He slowly rocked his cock in me back and forth, opening me up before finally pushing all of his enormous cock up inside me. My toes curled as he moved back and forth. Shawn was definitely a passionate lover. He rubbed my legs as he pumped me and brought my foot to his mouth. As he would continue to slowly fuck me, he’d bring my toes into his mouth and suck them.
Admittedly, it didn’t matter what happened from this point forward. Shawn Mendes was giving me the best sex of my life. Shawn put my foot down and grabbed my thighs again throwing my legs over his shoulder and he stared at me with an intensity I hadn’t seen all day. And then he began to speed up. The “plop, plop, plop” of his balls against my ass reverberated throughout the room. I bit my bottom lip as he pounded away into my hole. He was so deep I swear I thought he might massage my lungs or hit my heart. I couldn’t help myself and longer, I grabbed his hand and begged for it, “PLEAASSSEEE FUCK ME SHAWN!! BREED ME! MAKES ME YOURS!!” I knew I sounded like a bitch, but I didn’t care. In that moment, I wanted to be totally his. Shawn started grunting and then he moaned, “I’M CUMMM…” he hadn’t finished the word before I could feel him erupt. Before I knew it he’d pulled out of my ass, leaving a void inside me and sprayed me with a couple ropes, hitting my abs, chest and chin. Then he’d slam back inside me and pump a couple into me before pulling out again and squirting all over me. By the time he’d finished I was not only full, but covered in his cum.
Exhausted, Shawn nearly collapsed on top of me. He looked at me, “You look pretty hot covered in my cum.” he said. “I’d do that again with you anytime you want. For free.” I said. He grinned and chuckled, “Maybe. Who knows what the future holds.” Shawn looked up at the clock, “Fuck! I’m late! We’ve been fucking 3 hours!” I was shocked. It felt like 3 minutes. But now that he said something I could hear the rumble of thousands of people that had come to see Shawn perform. Shawn jumped off me and threw on some black pants, a sleeveless white top and some boots. He came back over to me where I was still laying covered in his cum, recovering. He licked some of his cum from my chest into his mouth, leaned over, and kissed me. Our tongues meeting and sharing his load. He stood up and smiled. “Until next time.” He said.
“Before you go, I was supposed to ask you to call me a ride and to go to Jack’s house.” Shawn paused, pulled out his phone and looked to send a text. He looked back at me, “A car will be out back waiting for you whenever you’re ready. Take your time. No rush. I’ll see you later.” And with that, he was gone. I laid on that couch for a few more minutes taking in all that had just happened and how much I had enjoyed it. Was I gay? Bi? Did I enjoy it that much just because it was Shawn? I had so many questions. I got up, cleaned off and put my clothes back on. I peeked outside Shawn’s dressing room to see an empty hallway. I saw myself out the way I had coming in. Sure enough, as Shawn said, there was a black SUV waiting for me. Even though I had so many questions running through my head, only one stuck out in that moment, why did Jack need me back at his house?
