Date: Mon, 26 Feb 2007 14:06:53 -0800 (PST)
From: Chris Casen <ccasen1017@yahoo.com>
Subject: High School Musical 2

This story is a work of fiction.  Any resemblence to real events is purely
coincidental.  This story contains sexual material occuring between two
males.  If you are offended by such material or it is against the law to
view such material in your area, please leave now.

This work is in no one meant to imply anything about the true sexuality of
Zac Efron, Lucas Grabeel, or any other celebrity mentioned.  The author has
no personal knowledge of or relationship with any celebrity in the work.

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Introduction:  This story takes place on the Utah set of the upcoming
Disney Channel sequal "High School Musical 2."  The circumstances are
purely fictitious. 
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The trailer shuddered and creaked as the tiny door half the size of a
normal entrance slammed shut.  Standing in the doorway, chest heaving, was
a 5'10" Zac, covered in sweat and shivering with rage.

"Damn it!" he yelled.  "Damn it, damn it, damn it!"  Zac kicked the small
table sitting across from the door and watched it jump up the wall to the
ceiling before crashing back to the floor even as his foot screamed in
protest.  Nursing a bruised toe and regretting his outburst, Zac took a
deep breath and forced himself to calm down.

Ignoring the carnage of his freshly demolished table, Zac gingerly stepped
over the clothes, scripts, and Xbox games scattered across the floor of the
trailer and made his way toward the shower.  It was difficult to recall a
time when he had felt more frustrated.  As Zac peeled his sweat soaked
t-shirt over his head, he tried to put the details of the past four hours
out of his head.  Never had he been worse at anything in his entire life,
but the basketball rehearsals were kicking his ass.

Zac sucked in his breath as the wet shirt scraped over his sensitive
nipples.  He pulled the fabric away from his chest and ducked his head
through the neck hole without causing any more discomfort.  Reaching
through the tiny doorway to his right into the closet sized shower, Zac
cranked up the hot water.  He held his hand under the flow until the water
heated up, tweaked the shower knobs, and turned back to the mirror above
the tiny vanity.

For a few seconds, Zac admired his shirtless body.  His eyes began at his
neck and shoulders and followed the sharp lines of his shoulder blades to
his masculine arms.  The tail-end of puberty had finally left Zac with a
body he found pleasing.  He was trim, but strong.  His arms were shaped
nicely and drew attention whenever they were exposed.

Moving his wet hand slowly, he traced the line from his neck down between
his pecks and grazed over a nipple.  The warmth of his hand from the shower
diffused the painful sensitivity that had shocked him before.  As he gently
squeezed and caressed the tiny nub of flesh, Zac felt a wave of energy
spread through his chest - the same energy he felt when he passed an
attractive girl on the street.  He closed his eyes and felt the world
outside begin to slip away, stopping only when he sensed a stirring in his
athletic shorts.  Opening his eyes to the mirror once again, Zac noticed
that the familiar bulge down south had suddenly become more prominent.

It had become a source of amusement for Zac to see candid pictures of
himself around the city on websites devoted to his "bulge."  He hadn't ever
really though about it before glancing through one of the sites, but he did
sport a relatively obvious show of masculinity in most things he wore.  He
actually found it erotic.  In fact, he had even started noticing the bulges
of other guys throughout the day, but on the basketball court in
particular.  Athletic shorts left little to the imagination.  A few of his
fellow cast members had sizeable bulges of their own.

Zac moved his hand lower and traced around his belly button to the waist
band of his shorts.  He missed his happy-trail - mostly because he loved
the idea of a line of hair that pointed to the good stuff - but Disney had
made him shave it for the movie.  They wanted to make sure that he
presented the right image.

After running his hand over the close shave, Zac kicked his shoes and socks
off and pushed his shorts and boxers to the ground.  He stepped out of them
and admired his naked body.  Zac knew his cock was impressive and he loved
to put it to good use.  It hung almost six inches between his legs, but
didn't quite cover his balls, which hung a half inch lower.  His softened
cock stirred again and began to thicken.  Zac relished the feeling of his
favorite body part coming to life.  He lifted his growing member and held
it in his hand as the circumcised head began to redden.  He could feel it
pulse as blood engorged it to its full seven inches.  Zac was a shower, not
a grower and he liked it that way.  He was sure that other guys he saw in
the shower were more impressive when they were hard, but Zac basked in the
sideways glances he received as his long dick flopped against his legs.

Zac completed his inspection, satisfied, and stepped into the shower.  The
hot water seemed to wash away his frustration as it washed the sweat and
grime from his young, tight body.  Zac loved the way he looked wet.  The
way his dark, wet pubes flattened under the influence of the water made his
cock look even bigger.

He allowed the hot water to caress his skin.  After a few minutes, his sore
muscles began to relax and Zac leaned against the wall of the tiny shower,
allowing himself to float away in his mind as the water pounded onto his
chest.  He would never admit it, but he was very glad that his castmate
Lucas had insisted the studio run hot water to each of their trailers.  Zac
thought it was funny when Lucas roped the entire cast into his petition
just so that he could shower every ten minutes.

Lucas may have been a prissy diva, but his request did have its advantages.
Zac's right hand once again made its way down to his still thickening cock.
He slowly stroked back and forth, letting the water cascade over the
crimson head each time his hand left it uncovered.  Left hand playing with
his nipples, right hand wrapped around his cock, Zac picked up some speed.
He felt raw heat beginning to build in his legs and slowly make its way
across his thighs.  The heat had almost built to a breaking point when Zac
head a creak.

"That sounded like the trailer door," he thought.  He peaked over the
shower door and saw that the door was still shut.  Nothing looked out of
place, but the outside wall of the shower blocked his view of the left side
of the small room.  Zac cracked the door open and cautiously looked out.
He had just begun to peak around the corner of the shower when a figure
leaped out and screeched.

"Shit!"  Zac yelled and tumbled back into the shower.  He grabbed for
everything in sight, but nothing slowed his painful descent.  Hands, knees,
elbows, and ass collided with the four corners of the shower before
crashing to the wet floor.  When the world stopped spinning, Zac found
himself lying on the drain in a growing pool of water with one leg crooked
against the doorjamb and one leg projecting out into the trailer.  Familiar
laughter danced around the trailer.

"Jesus Christ, Lucas.  What the fuck are you doing in here?"

A blond head with a breathtaking white smile poked through the door.  "What
do you mean, what am I doing?  I'm scaring the shit out of you.  THAT'S
what I'm doing!"  Lucas’ laughing eyes glanced down.  "Mmmm...and we all
know what YOU were doing."

Zac looked down to see with great embarrassment that his now diminishing
cock was still pointing more to the ceiling than the floor.  "Jesus, Lucas!
Get out."

Lucas' face took on a serious, albeit a mocking, tone.  "Don't be
embarrassed, young grasshopper.  Interest in sex is a natural part of
growing up.  Soon your body will begin to change.  Hair will start to grow
in funny places and you're going to feel different around girls.  Just be
careful."

Zac painfully stood up and stepped back into the shower, closing the door
between them.  "Get the fuck out, Lucas."

Lucas laughed, "fine, fine.  I'm going."

Zac waited until he heard the trailer door close before he relaxed.  He and
Lucas got on okay most of the time, but his flippant, care-free attitude
irritated Zac.  He had mentioned this irritation to the girls once and
found that they felt the same way, but none of them had the nerve to say
anything.

Zac sighed and reached for the soap.  He quickly scrubbed up and rinsed
off, groaning softly as his hands passed over the areas of his body that
had made contact with the hard floor.  In his mind's eye, he could already
see the bruises rising.  He moaned louder when the bar of soap swept past
his balls on the way down his leg.  "It will have to wait until tonight,"
he thought.  He was no longer in the mood to get off.

After rinsing the soap from his skin, Zac lathered up his long hair and
rinsed the shampoo out.  Finished with his bathing routine, he turned off
the water, pulled a towel through the opening above the door, and dried
off.  He tried to be careful around the now hypersensitive toys hanging
between his legs, but he still felt his breath catch a few times when the
towel brushed over them in just the right way.  "God, I'm going to blow a
hole in the roof when I finally shoot this load," he thought.  It was going
to be a long afternoon.

Tussling the towel through his hair, Zac stepped back into the trailer and
turned to the mirror.  He wiped condensation from the glass surface with
the towel, then let it fall to the floor.

"Nice ass."

Zac whirled around, stifling a moan as his cock swung through the air and
collided with his leg, to see Lucas sitting on the couch absent-mindedly
flipping through a copy of Men's Health.  "Lucas?  What the hell are you
doing?  I actually like to take my showers without an audience."

"Oh, taking a shower?  Is that what we're calling it these days?"

Zac glared.  Lucas plopped the magazine on the seat next to him and looked
up.  "Would you relax?  It's not that big a deal.  I've seen other guys
jackin' off before.  Or did you think that you were the only one who ever
spanked it in between takes?  Why do you think I had the hot water
installed?"

Zac looked annoyed.  "You're kidding.  THAT'S why the entire set has to
wait for you six times a day?  So you can get your rocks off?  You told us
it was because you hated being sweaty."

Lucas grinned and stood up.  "I don't mind a little sweat.  It just needs
to be in the right context."  His 5'8" frame seemed to fill the entire
trailer as he stood there with his trademark smile plastered across his
face.  Zac was suddenly very aware of the fact that he was still naked.  He
covertly glanced down and was relieved to see that his cock was still
hanging unaroused.

Lucas continued, "We’re in Salt Lake City, Zac.  Filming a fucking Disney
movie.  I can't just go out and bag the first pair of legs that walks by.
And you know the girls aren't going to give it up."

The "girls" were Ashley, Monique, and Vanessa, three of their costars.  Zac
knew Lucas was right.  Ashley had spent a substantial amount of downtime
flirting with both guys, but all attempts at going further had been
thwarted.  Zac hated to admit it, but he sympathized with Lucas.  His own
jack-off sessions were becoming more frequent with each passing week.
"Yeah, well you ruined my happy ending, so why don't you wait outside so I
can get dressed in private."

"You don't bother me."  Lucas plopped back down on the couch and picked up
the magazine again.  Zac froze for a moment at a loss for words before
rolling his eyes and turning back to the mirror.  If it didn't make Lucas
uncomfortable, then he was determined not to be uncomfortable either.  He
turned back to the trailer and spied a basket of clean clothes sitting on
the floor next to the door.  Hesitating for a second, Zac succumbed to the
fact that he would have to cross the trailer to regain his modesty.  He may
have been pretending to be comfortable prancing around buck-naked three
feet from another guy, but he wasn't quite ready to ask Lucas to toss him a
pair of boxers.

With a sigh, Zac carefully made his way across the plethora of personal
effects strewn across the trailer floor.  He wasn't really one for
neat-nicking.  He had become so adept at snaking his was through the
clothes, papers, games, and trash that he normally made it across without
incident.  Unfortunately, today he stepped on a rogue shoe which rolled
under his weight and caused him to lurch to the left.  Before he could
reach out in an attempt to stop, he was once again headed toward the
ground.  Even more unfortunate was the fact the unlike in the shower, this
time something already occupied the space between him and the floor - the
couch...and Lucas.

Lucas' eyes grew wide as he saw Zac headed for him out of control.  Zac
managed to get his hand out before hitting the blonde on the couch, landing
with one hand on the backrest next to Lucas' shoulder and one squarely
between his legs.  Zac realized with horror that his cock was laying on top
of Lucas' knee.

"Oh fuck," he thought, "fuck!  He can feel my cock.  HE CAN FEEL MY COCK!"
In a panic, Zac tried to regain his balance, but found his hand brushing
with a significant amount of pressure against Lucas' crotch.

"Hey!  Watch the hands!"  Lucas grabbed Zac by the shoulders and pushed him
back to his feet.  "I intend to use that tonight!"

Zac was humiliated, his face the color of his jersey in the movie.  "Sorry,
man.  I tripped."

Lucas grunted and leaned back into the couch. Zac continued toward the door
and withdrew a pair of blue and white striped boxers from the laundry
basket along with a white A-frame undershirt.  He slid the clothes over his
thighs and chest and sat down on the window ledge across from Lucas.  His
embarrassment still burned on his face, but he tried to ignore it.

"So, what are you doing here, Lucas?"

"I'm bored..." he responded, putting the magazine down beside him.

"So you came here to bug me?"

"...and horny," he finished.  Lucas spit it out like it was a completely
normal part of daily discourse.

"Whoa.  Way too much information.  Why don't you go jack off in the hot
water you special ordered?"

A twinkle appeared in Lucas' eyes as he looked at Zac.  "So you can go
finish yourself off after I leave?"

Zac was not nearly as amused at being caught as Lucas was.  "I'm not really
in the mod anymore."

"Whatever.  I heard you moaning when you rubbed your wanker with the
towel."

With a roll of his eyes, Zac mocked Lucas.  "Wanker?  Really?  We've got to
get you some new slang."

Lucas leaned forward, his elbows on his knees.  "If I leave, we'll be
palm-fucking at the same time just a trailer apart.  That doesn't get you
even a little bit hot?"

"Gross, Lucas.  No."

"Fine.  Whatever."  He leaned back again.  "I was just thinking it might be
kinda fun to get off together."

Zac was again shocked by the nonchalance that accompanied Lucas'
statements.  "What?  Are you crazy?  I don't want to jack off with a guy!
I'm not gay!"

Lucas looked at Zac like he had just tried to lick an electrical outlet.
"No, retard.  I'm just bored.  And neither of us is getting any action.  I
just figured it might be kinda fun and different.  We don't have to tell
anyone, Mr. McPrude."

Zac felt a lurch in his chest.  "Lucas, no!  I don't do that kind of
stuff."  He sat with a disgusted look on his face while the uncomfortable
feeling continued in his stomach.  The thought of another guy jacking off
grossed him out and he most certainly did not want to see Lucas' cock.  But
even as he thought about it, he realized that part of what he was feeling
was excitement.  He pushed that part aside.  "Have you ever jacked off with
another guy?"

"Once, but it was just with my cousin.  It wasn't bad though.  Him and his
brother, actually.  We didn't touch or anything."

"You got off with your own cousins."  Zac didn't even to think that his
brother, Dylan, knew what to do with his dick, but he remembered that he
started stroking himself at twelve and Dylan was fifteen.

"Well, they found some free porn online and none of us had ever seen it
before, so....I don't know.  It was natural."  Lucas' nonchalance was
nonplussed.  He spoke like it was perfectly normal to have mutual
masturbation sessions with cousins.  Zac decided not to delve any further.
Maybe it WAS normal...just awkward.

"I think I'm going to pass."  He gave Lucas a smirk.  "I don't have any
porn here, sorry."

Lucas returned the smirk, "not a problem."  He pulled a black wallet out of
his back pocket, reached in, and pulled out a credit card-sized piece of
plastic with a hole in the center.  "I've got that part covered."

Zac watched with a confused look on his face as Lucas walked over tot he TV
at the end of the couch and unplugged the Xbox.  "Wait, that's porn?"  He
couldn't understand how a plastic rectangle equated to naked girls on a
television screen.

Lucas looked back and winked.  "Yup.  A DVD.  I always carry something with
me just in case the opportunity shows."

"I wasn't kidding, Lucas.  I'm not doing anything with you."

"You don't have to.  But you can't tell me you're going to give up the
chance to watch naked chicks."

"Lucas..."

"Come on, Zac.  Boobs."

"No, Lucas.  It's weird."

"Pussy"

Zac felt his cock stir, "no!"

Lucas threw his hands up, exasperated.  "Boobs and pussy.  BOOBS AND PUSSY!
Come on, Zac!"  We're not doing anything but watching girls.  It's like
going to a strip club and guys do that all the time."

Zac did not look convinced.

Lucas sighed and stood up.  "Fine, Zac.  Nevermind.  But you just said that
you don't have any porn and we both know you're not going to see any tits
for a good, long while."  He plugged the Xbox back in and put the DVD card
back in his wallet.  "Let me know if you change your mind."  Stepping over
a half eaten bag of cheetos, Lucas made his way to the door.  He had just
pulled the latch when Zac stopped him.

"Lucas, wait."  Lucas froze and turned back, his hand still on the latch.
"Lock the door."

Lucas grinned and flipped the lock.  "Now THAT'S what I'm talking about!"
he said, crossing back over to the TV and once again removing the gaming
console.  He plugged the DVD player in and pulled his wallet out.

"Lucas, if you tell anyone..."

"Oh, relax.  That's what everyone thinks we're doing anyway."

"WHAT?!"

Lucas laughed.  "I'm kidding!  Would you calm down?  Make yourself
comfortable.  You take that end of the couch and I'll take this end."  He
dropped the plastic card into the center of the DVD tray and closed it.  A
few seconds after pushing play, a busty woman gyrated onto the screen.
"Here we go."

Zac watched as the first woman was joined by a second and they began
rubbing the bare chest of a ripped man in the background.  He was sitting
on a bench press and wearing a pair of white athletic pants with a red
stripe down the side of each leg.  As the women each took a nipple into
their mouths, the man moaned and tossed his head back.  His shaggy hair
fell back from his face.  "That guy's fucking ripped!"

"I know.  I think his name is Jonathan Price.  Must be a nice life doing
nothing but working out and fucking hot blondes."

Zac continued watching as the woman's hands explored every inch of skin
above the man's waistband.  As the man groaned and shifted on the bench,
Zac caught a glimpse of his substantial package fighting against his pants.
"Damn, how big is his cock?"

Lucas turned to look at Zac.  "You know, you're not really supposed to be
looking at the guy, right?"

Zac turned red and stammered, "I...I know...he just looks big."

Lucas turned back to the screen.  "Whatever.  He is big.  Just under 12
inches, according to the box this came in.  I'm only 10 inches."  He, just
like before, spit it out as if he were making a remark about the weather.
"How big are you?"

A look of shock danced across Zac's face.  "Um...I don't know.  I've never
measured."

Lucas turned away from the women again.  "Don't give me that.  How big?"

Zac suddenly felt embarrassed again.  He thought about saying that he was
bigger than he was (something he never thought he would have to do), but
figured Lucas would probably be able to tell.  He hated that Lucas seemed
to be inside his head.  "7 inches," he said.  He waited for Lucas to smirk.

"But you're still at least 6 inches soft, right?  That's better, really.
Intimidates other guys.  And girls don't really care how big you are hard,
just as long as you've got a killer tongue technique.  Mine's only 4 inches
soft."

Zac was beginning to find that he wasn't as uncomfortable with Lucas'
topics as he had been earlier.  Truthfully, he had always wanted to talk to
someone about this kind of stuff - "guy stuff" - and Dylan just hadn't been
old enough.  "Yeah, I've gotten lots of 'Damn, Zac!' in the locker rooms."

"I'll bet.  You've got a good bulge.  On a really hot day, I can make out
your head."

Zac smiled to himself.  Without any more comment, Lucas returned his
attention to the women on the DVD, who were pulling the man's pants down
with their teeth.  His gray boxer-briefs looked like they were about to pop
under the strain of his massive cock.  Zac leaned back and relaxed.  The
thought of Lucas looking at the head of his dick through his shorts was
hot.  Zac felt strangely more comfortable with his blond porn-buddy.  He
settled back to watch two smokin' hot girls slide up and down the biggest
cock ever through the man's underwear.  Increasingly becoming translucent
with the girl's spit, Zac could make out the veins on the man's penis
through his boxer-briefs.  One of the women finally pulled the underwear
down and hungrily slipped a good six inches down her throat.  The man's
back arched and he let out a deep moan.  Excitement fluttered across Zac's
chest.  "She would have my cock all the way in her mouth right now," he
thought.  He glanced away from the screen just for a second and was greeted
by a mortifying sight.  In its excitement, Zac's cock had reared up to its
full height and was standing tall through the flap of his boxers.  A line
of pre-cum was running down the top.  He looked around quickly.  Lucas was
thankfully still engrossed in the flick.  Magazines and trash were
scattered everywhere, but nowhere did Zac see something to wipe up the
clear flow with.

Lucas moaned.  "God, they are so fucking hot!" he said.  Zac tensed, but
Lucas was so caught up in the sight of the man's cock rubbing against one
of the woman's pussies that he didn't turn.  Since realizing his
predicament, Zac's cock had softened somewhat, for which Zac was grateful,
but the lessened pressure had freed more clear juice from the end of his
cock and it was now practically dripping.  He couldn't just put it away -
Lucas was sure to notice the wet mark.  With intense trepidation, Zac
grasped his cock around the base with one hand.  He paused for a second to
work up his nerve.  With his other hand, he carefully scooped up the
pre-cum.  It had been a long time since he'd tasted his jizz, but he didn't
have much choice.  He slowly brought his hand to his lips, took a deep
breath, and licked the fluid from each finger.

Zac didn't realize until after he swallowed that he had been holding his
breath.  He couldn't remember what his jizz tasted like since it has been
years since he tried it, but the pre-cum wasn't bad.  It was mildly sweet
and very slimy.  Swishing it across his tongue was actually kind of fun.

He snapped out of his taste-test stupor, stuffed his cock back into his
boxers and cross his legs to cover the tent.  He was busily trying to think
of anything but the action on the screen a few feet away from him when
Lucas gave a huge sigh.

"Fuck it, Zac.  This is stupid; I'm jacking off."  He scooted a little
closer to Zac so that he had room to stretch out and began to unbuckle his
belt.

"What?  No, you're not!  Not in here!"

Lucas gave him a look.  "What are you gonna do?  Go tell everybody that I
whipped my cock out while the two of us were watching porn together?  Oh
yeah.  That'll go over really well."  He paused and looked at Zac
expectantly, but Zac had nothing to say.  He was still in shock at the fact
that in a few minutes, Lucas was going to shoot a load on his couch.  Lucas
rolled his eyes and unzipped his pants.

Zac was completely taken aback, but he knew that Lucas was right.  It
wasn't like he could run to his parents and tattle.  And he couldn't leave
Lucas alone in the trailer - on this set, he knew someone had seen Lucas
walk in.  "Oh, god!" he thought.  "I'm going to have to sit here while
another guy gets off right in front of me."

Lucas had already opened his jeans and had his hand buried in his
boxer-briefs.  Zac's quick glance could not distinguish between fingers and
cock through the thin grey material, but he had the sinking feeling that he
would not have to spend much more time wondering.  "Lucas, please.  This is
too weird.  Go jack off in your own trailer."  Zac was pleading now.

He was worried that Lucas was determined to ignore him, but he stopped
groping himself and turned back toward Zac.  With his hands once again on
the outside of his underwear, there was no question as to Lucas' size.
Zac's eyes grew wide at the sight of ten inches of raw flesh straining
against the fabric.  A bed of dark, neatly trimmed hair showed through the
gap at the waistband held open by Lucas' rebellious cock.

"I know that you have needed to get off for the last half hour, Zac.  Just
do it!  This doesn't make you gay, it's just two normal, horny guys doing
something that feels good."

For a second, Zac and Lucas stared at each other, neither speaking.  A
million thoughts raced through Zac's head.  Lucas was right, he did need to
get a release, but with another guy?  He had heard stories of guys doing
this kind of stuff, even lending each other a helping hand at times, and
they weren't gay.  They were just having fun.  Zac trusted Lucas.  If there
was anyone he might do this with, it would be Lucas, and the more he
desperately tried to talk himself out of it, the more he found that he
didn't have to.  "This is a one time thing.  Any future occurrences will be
solo, got it?"

Lucas looked surprised, but he smiled.  "You got it."

"And this NEVER leaves the four walls of this trailer."

Lucas rolled his eyes.  "Of COURSE not."

"Alright then."  Zac pulled his shirt over his head and reached for his
hard nipples without any more hesitation.  Showing the same send of
immediacy, Lucas shoved his jeans and underwear to the floor and pushed
them over his feet.  Zac sucked in a breath.  "Damn," he said quietly.
Freed from the constriction of Lucas' boxer-briefs, his cock had swung up
and collided with his stomach, making a resounding *SMACK* as it hit.  The
monster of a dick was practically trembling with heat.  Not only was it
uncommonly long, it was thick.  Zac could tell that his hand might just
barely fit around it.  The purple head was nicely shaped and symmetrical
and Zac could see a drop of pre-cum already beginning to glisten at the
top.  The shaft was proportionate to the head and perfectly straight, veins
snaking their way randomly across it.  Lucas reached down and slowly
stroked it once from top to bottom.  He pulled his shirt off and chunked it
towards the door.

"I know it's impressive, but It's really more trouble than it's worth," he
said.

"Really?"

A sly smile crossed Lucas' face.  "Sure.  No matter what I do, I can't keep
the girls off of it."

Zac rolled his eyes and pulled his boxers down.  He gave a slight pause as
he pondered the fact that he was now sitting naked three feet from another
naked guy, both of them leaking pre-cum like fountains.  To his surprise,
it didn't feel awkward any longer; it felt like any of the other things he
and Lucas did in their spare time.  They both wordlessly turned back to the
television.

Lucas gripped his cock around the base and began swirling the pre-cum
around the sensitive flesh of the head.  He moaned softly.  Zac wrapped his
hand around his own cock and began stroking up and down.  Waves of intense
pleasure instantly radiated through his legs.  He had essentially spent the
last hour in a semi-hard state and his cock was responding powerfully to
having been put on hold.  He closed his eyes and let his head fall back
onto the couch.  Soft, guttural moans reached through his darkened
perspective from the left as Lucas continued circling the head of his cock
with his fingers.

Zac opened his eyes and reached into the drawer of the lamp stand next to
his end of the couch, groping blindly for the tube of K-Y jelly he knew was
hidden there.  After pulling it out, he squeezed a good amount into his
hand and spread the lube evenly across his palm.  He closed his hand to let
the jelly warm and opened his eyes.  "Hey," he said in Lucas' direction,
"need any of this?"  He held the tube up.

"No, I'm good."

"How can you not need to lube up that thing?  Are you uncut?"  Zac found it
hard to believe that even with the foreskin intact, Lucas didn't have
trouble gliding his cock through his hands.

Lucas laughed.  "Are you kidding me?  Look at these!"  He stood up and
faced Zac, showcasing his naked body completely for the first time.  Zac
was impressed because Lucas had a nicely built body.  His musculature was
not stone-solid, but the thin layer of padding that covered his chest and
abs softened them just enough to make him look natural.  Zac followed the
line of hair from Lucas' navel to the mound of hair surrounding his cock,
which was standing out like a flagpole, pointing straight at Zac's face.

"You don't have to shave your chest?"  Zac was obviously jealous.

Lucas traced the hair on his belly and the light-colored smattering
centered between his nipples.  He shrugged.  "I don't ever have to take my
shirt off on the set.  But look at these."  He stood with his feet shoulder
width apart and pulled his cock up to his stomach.  Hanging below was a
dark sac of skin loosely holding two of the largest orbs Zac had ever seen.
Lucas' sac hung down at least seven inches and exuded masculinity.  Zac
understood why the girls were all over Lucas - he definitely had the full
package.  "See? Now watch."  He let go of his cock and left it to once
again point at Zac.  Within a few seconds, a semi-steady stream of pre-cum
began soaking into the cheap carpet beneath his feet.  "Lube isn't usually
a problem."

Zac realized that his mouth was hanging open.  "Damn."  The sight of Lucas
leaking all over the trailer turned him on more than he could have
anticipated.  His own cock was harder than he could ever remember seeing
it, the head dark red and throbbing.

Lucas sat down again and began moving the ring of his thumb and forefinger
up and down his massive shaft.  Once he had completely coated it with
pre-cum, he grasped it with his whole hand and started stroking.  With his
free hand, Lucas reached down and cupped his balls.  Zac found himself
entranced by Lucas' rhythmic motion and couldn't tear his eyes away.  Zac
rubbed his rock hard member absent-mindedly as he watched.

Lucas tugged on his balls, interchangeably drawing them away from his body
and massaging them gently.  His moaning increased as he moved quickly
toward climax.  He quickened his pace and his cock became a blur inside the
tightened fist that flew around it.  Lucas arched his back and let out a
low groan as creamy white semen appeared at the slit on the head of his
cock.  His pace slowed and Zac could make out a single drop of cum on the
end.  Lucas bucked and moaned, "Oh, fuck!  I'm cumming!"  With that, the
dam burst and stream after stream of hot seed was ejected from Lucas' body.
The first two shots ended up on his face and hair, the rest on his chest.
Zac wondered if the spurts would ever stop as Lucas' muscles spasmed and
rocked, each shot of cum causing his abdominal muscles to contract
violently.  Gradually, his motions subsided and he finally collapsed back
into the couch, his stomach thoroughly covered in his own cum.  The whole
orgasm had to have lasted at least twenty seconds.

"Holy shit!" said Zac.  "Are yours always like that?"

Lucas was still breathing hard as he tilted his head toward Zac.  "Yeah,
usually.  Although this one may have been a little bigger than normal.  I
think I may be a little more turned on because you're sitting here too."
Zac's cock surged.  "But there's also a trick.  Do you know where your
G-spot is?"

Zac's face betrayed a look of disgust.  "I'm not sticking a finger up my
ass."

Lucas laughed.  "Did you see my hands anywhere near my ass?  Although that
one IS good..."  He seemed lost in fantasy for a moment.  "There's an
easier one and it's even better, really.  I'll show you."  He reached down
and picked up a dirty t-shirt from the floor and used it to clean himself
up.  Zac rolled his eyes - it was his shirt.  Lucas tossed the cum-soaked
shirt at the shower door and scooted down by Zac.  He reached his hand
toward Zac's hardened cock.

"Whoa, whoa!  What the hell are you doing?"

Lucas paused.  "We've already gone this far, we might as well go a little
farther.  I'm just going to show you where your G-spot is."  Lucas watched
Zac's eyes and moved his hand down.  Zac did nothing to protest, so he
continued, putting two fingers between Zac's balls and his asshole.  He
pushed in gently.  Zac sucked in his breath.  The pressure was different,
but it felt good.  "Now, keep jacking."

Zac closed his eyes and picked up some speed as he stroked his impossiblye
hard cock.  As warmth once again began to spread through his lower body, a
new sensation jumped to his attention - there was a hand gently tugging on
his balls.  His eyes popped open to see Lucas kneeling on the floor, spent
cock hanging in front of his colossal low-hangers, with one hand on Zac's
G-spot while the other massaged his nut sac.  The image of his balls in
another guy's hand was unbelievably erotic.  He knew he should be freaked
out, but it felt so good!  He couldn't make himself care.

Zac closed his eyes again and found himself fixating on the image of Lucas
touching him.  It was really hot.  The warmth radiated over his thighs and
he knew that the point of no return was fast approaching.  He felt his
balls tighten in Lucas' hand and pull in closer to his body.  In a matter
of seconds, Zac felt his orgasm grow to a breaking point.  Suddenly,
feelings so intense he thought he might pass out took control of his
muscles.  He felt a moan make its way through his lips.
"Uuuuuuuuuhhhhh..."  He managed to get his eyes open in time to see a shot
of cum launched into the air by his spasming body land on Lucas' hand.  The
next jumped over his blond head, landing squarely on his back.  The next
6.. 7.. 8... shots landed on Zac's face and neck, gradually dropping as low
as his nipples.  He couldn't think.  He couldn't speak.  All he could do
was float as waves of pleasure soared through his body.  His large cock
pulsed as it spit load after load into the air.  Lucas had a wild grin on
his face at the sheer volume of semen Zac's balls had created and were now
pumping onto the hot skin of the two boys.  His orgasm eventually subsided,
leaving a small dribble of cum that flowed out of Zac's cock and across
Lucas' hand.

Lucas wiped Zac's jizz on the couch.  "That was NICE, man.  That cumshot
could have been on a porn movie."  Zac couldn't yet speak, so he just
smiled and nodded.  His entire body felt completely relaxed and warm.
Never had he felt anything that amazing in his whole life.

As Lucas made his way back onto the couch, Zac found his voice again.
"Fuck, that was awesome."  His breath was still coming in ragged breaths
and he knew that his abs were going to be sore in the morning.

"I know.  You've had it building up all day.  Now you know how to put your
cock to GOOD use."

Zac reached down and scooped up some cum off of his dick, his body lurching
as his finger caressed the sensitive head.  He brought his hand to his
mouth and licked it clean.

Lucas looked surprised.  "How is it?"

Zac smiled.  "Like mama's apple pie."

"Gross."  Lucas punched him on the arm.  He stood up and began putting his
clothes back on.  He carefully crossed over Zac and retrieved the t-shirt
from the floor by the shower and tossed it to Zac.  "Clean yourself up,
we've got to film in another twenty minutes."

Zac caught the t-shirt and noted how moist it was after sucking in all of
Lucas' load.  He lazily added his own to the collection.  "I know, I'll be
there."

"Take your time," Lucas said, "that was a really good one.  You bask for a
little while.  I'll cover for you."

Zac smiled at his friend, who had his hand on the door latch.  "Thanks,
Lucas.  That was really good."

"No problem.  Thanks for letting me stay.  That was definitely more fun
that jacking off by myself.  But, listen.  I meant it, we don't ever have
to do it again and I won't tell anyone."

Zac closed his eyes for a second, drinking in the fuzzy feeling in his
chest.  "Maybe I was a little over-cautious.  Maybe we can do it again
sometime."

"I'm gonna hold you to that..."

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