Date: Mon, 24 Aug 1998 17:25:16 -0700
From: Jaxsper <jaxsper@email.msn.com>
Subject: The Real World - Hanson (celebrity)

Hi.  this is my frist attempt at writing a story for your archive. I hope
that I sent it correctly and that it meets all the specifications.  If not,
I apologise.  I am not really super computer litereate so your suggestions
on how to send would be appreciated.  I would like to place this story in
your "Celebrity" section.  The title is "The Real World - Hanson"
about...well Hanson obviously.  Thanks for you help and for the great site.


*DISCLAIMER*
This story contains sexual acts between teenage boys.   If you are UNDER the
age of consent for where you live, leave now. I guess it's Ok for me to
write it, but not for other underage/curious guys to read it.  Also, this
story is copywritten.  Please do not alter or pass this off as your own
work.  It's MY fantasy for goodness sakes!  Also, that's the key word in
that sentence - "fantasy".  I am real, some of the characters are real, but
the events are pure fiction.

I plan for this story to continue beyond what you see here.  If you like it
(and even if you don't) write me a polite e-mail at jaxsper@email.msn.com.

One last thing.  I would like to dedicate this story to another author.  One
who I really admire and gave me the kick in the pants to write this.  I hope
that he enjoys it.
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THE REAL WORLD - HANSON

CHAPTER 1

"Me?  On TV?  That is sooooo cool!"  I couldn't believe it when my Mom told
me.  MTV had called and they wanted me to be on a new version of "The Real
World."  I was really excited.  All my friends could tune in to see me!
Hey, everyone could!

Whoops, maybe I'm a little ahead of myself.  Guess I am excited.  First
off, let me introduce myself.  My name is Finn, Jaxsper Finn.  Yeah, kinda
a weird name I guess.  Actually, it's really Jaxsper Blankenfinch, but my
stage name is Finn.  I am 15 years old, and I guess you could say that I am
a wannabe actor.  I've done a few things in the past, mostly extra work, a
speaking part in a commercial once.  Small time stuff, but that was now
about to change.

It started awhile ago, when someone from MTV came to my school.  They were
doing a talent search for a younger version of "The Real World", one for
kids around my age.  They said it would film during the first half of
summer and air the second.  I was so stoked when my principal picked me as
one of the kids to audition.  Even then I knew I aced it.  Now I knew for
sure.  They picked me!

A few days and a thousand phone calls later, a small camera crew arrived at
my house.  The producer, had already given my Mom most of the information,
but we reviewed it anyway.

"Basically, there will be seven of you, living in a house near the beach in
Malibu, California for three weeks.  All of you between the ages of 11 and
17.  Since you're all a bit younger than we are used to dealing with, we've
chosen kids with some stage experience so you won't be too nervous on
camera.  Still, this should be the last time you will actually see a camera
crew.  We're looking for natural reactions, so we will be using
robot-controlled, motion-sensitive cameras.  They will be positioned all
over the house."

"What about supervision?" my Mom asked in her mom sort of way.

"As I've said, we are looking for natural reactions, so there will be no on
site adult.  We will, however, be able to look in on the kids using the
cameras, and a social worker will live next door and check up on them
frequently, in person.  Also, a direct feed from our cameras at the kids'
house will be sent to your home.  It will be hooked up to your television,
and a small camera will be installed on top.  You can talk to them and see
them, and we can film your reactions as well.

"I don't know, the whole thing sounds as if it could be a bit dangerous."

"Come on, Mom," I said, "It'll be fine.  Trust me.  It'll be like I'm away
at summer camp.  Besides, you know I'm responsible and stuff."

"Jaxsper, don't make me remind you why we won't let you buy lard anymore"

"Yeah, but now I know all about how explosive it can be.  Mom, this is
different Come on this is MTV.  I'll talk to you every night on the camera
thingie."

It took awhile to convince her, but luckily I did.  The producer also said
that a website for the show would be created.  We were supposed to keep
diaries of what we thought and stuff that happened.  The diaries would be
posted online, with some pictures that I took, as the show aired.  That's
sort of why I'm writing this by the way; it's my personal diary.


When I asked her what the other kids at the house would be like, the
producer became really vague.  She said it was to be a surprise, but at
least some of them would have no problem appearing on camera 24 hours a
day.

CHAPTER TWO

The plane ride was uneventful, landing late in the afternoon.  I found the
driver that was sent for me. He was holding a sign that had my name on
it. The driver helped me retrieve the rest of my baggage and we were off to
what would be my home for the next three weeks.  I tried to find out where
he was taking me, if he had picked up anyone else for the show, stuff like
that, but he offered no answers.  The whole mystery of who I would be
living with was starting to get to me.  I hoped that they would be cool.  I
hoped that I would like them, and I hoped that they would all like me.

We pulled up at the house. The driver carried my luggage up to the front
door, then turned and left. A note on the door directed me to come in.

"Hello, anybody here?" I called out to an empty house.

Not hearing a response to my calls, I plunked down my bags and began
wandering around. The house was brilliant. Three stories and perfectly
decorated.  I looked upstairs in the bedrooms and past this giant room with
an enormous TV and stereo.  The kitchen was full of the stuff I like,
mostly junk food.  I snuck a quick bite as I went past the pool table and
out to the back.  There was a pool and jacuzzi overlooking the ocean.  I
could hear the roar of the sea as I walked over to the edge of the
deck. There were stairs that led to a lower sun deck and then to a path
that led to the ocean.

Out of the corner of my eye, I thought I saw a figure sitting below me on
the lower deck, watching the Sun setting out at sea.  It looked like it
could have been a girl.  She had her back to me, so I only saw her long
blond hair.

"Hello?  Hey, hello?" I called as I walked down towards her.  She didn't
even flinch or turn around or anything.  It was starting to annoy me.  She
just was looking out at the ocean, listening to a walkman and singing along
softly - an old Motown song, I think.


As I walked down the stairs and got closer, I realized that this "she" was
actually a "he".  The long blond hair was right but, even though he had a
slight frame, you could see the developing muscles only a boy would have.
I also thought his voice sounded really good.

I stopped, not wanting to disturb him, and listened to him singing for a
moment.  He seemed really into it, tapping his fingers with each beat, and
sort of wrapping his voice around the notes.

"I can't live without you.....I love everything about you.....I can't help
it if I feel this way.....Oh, I'm so glad I found you.....I want my arms
around you.....I love to hear you call my name....Please, tell me that you
feel the same.....Baby, I love you, Baby I love only you."

From behind, I thought that he looked a bit like Taylor Hanson.  I walked
a step closer and touched his shoulder.  He almost jumped right out of his
skin and turned around startled.  Then, it was my turn to be shocked.

IT WAS HIM!  IT WAS TAYLOR HANSON!  Time seemed to slow to a crawl.  It was
as if I was experiencing a thousand sensations in every second.  I watched
his long blond hair swing around, then fall framing either side of the
slightly rosy cheeks of his face.  I could see his bright blue startled
eyes staring back at me.  His mouth opened for an instant with shock, then
settled into a grin.

Ok, I like Hanson.  Not that I would admit it to any of the guys at school
or anything.  That kinda talk would get you in trouble, but I do.  I think
they are really talented, the way they write and play their own songs.
Plus, I think Taylor is kinda cute......ummm you know, in a boy sort of
way.

It didn't take him long to recover.  I guess I don't come off as too
intimidating.

"Hey, sorry man.  I didn't hear you over the headphones.  My name is......"

"Taylor, right?  My name is Jaxsper.  Jaxsper Finn."

"Nice name, Jaxsper.  I guess you know me, huh?"

"Well, kind of.  I've heard your music before.  Guess you are here for The
Real World thing too."

I didn't want to come off like some obsessed fan, even though I did own all
of their CD's.  It was hard not to freak out though.  He was famous!

"Yeah, MTV approached us with this idea awhile ago. After our tour and
everything, we were all exhausted.  My parents wanted to take my younger
brother and sisters home to Tulsa, but Ike, Zac and I had to stay in LA to
film the video for `Cried' We've never really been apart from them, and Dad
was worried about leaving us out here in California.  The Real World
sounded like the perfect thing for us.  They can check up on us and the
producers can make sure we get to the set on time. Plus, it will satisfy
some of our fans.  It seems like they want to know _everything_ about us."

I think he kept talking, but I couldn't hear him.  I just couldn't take my
eyes off of his face.  His lips were really full and cute they bounced as
he spoke, his voice had this hypnotic quality that put you at ease as you
heard it, and when he talked his eyes sparkled.  He was also very animated
when he spoke.  I started to lose myself in his eyes, but every once in
awhile he would touch my arm and send this electric spark through me. I
think I am going to like staying here.

Then, a loud scream woke me from my daydream.


CHAPTER THREE

"Aiiiiyyyeee" the voice yelled.

Taylor and I both spun around to see the owner of that shrill voice.  It
was a girl, about our age.  She was running down the stairs towards us.

"Ahhhiiiyeeeeee!  You're Taylor Hanson, right!  Oh my God, you're him.
You're him!  I'm dreaming."

Taylor leaned over and said to me, "Ugh, you get used to this.  I get it
all the time.  I just wish I knew why girls screamed so much."

He walked over and stuck out his hand.

"Hi," he said.  "I am Taylor, and you're.....?"

"Brittany.  Oh my God, I can't believe it.  Where's Zac?  Where's Ike?
Three weeks with you guys!  I can't believe it!  I think I am going to
die!"

"Yeah, a whole three weeks, it's starting to sink in just how long that
will be," I said.  Taylor laughed which made me feel good.

Just about then, Isaac walked in saying that he just drove up and wanted to
know what that horrible scream was.  I said, "hi" and Taylor introduced him
to Brittany, which for some reason required more screaming from her.
Brittany seemed like a nice enough girl.  She's 16 years old, had long,
brownish red hair, and brown eyes, glasses and freckles. She looked like
that girl on Dennis the Menace.  She told us that she was from San Jose and
was just thrilled to be part of our group.  I could tell from the look on
Isaac and Taylor's faces that they thought Brittany was just a bit goofy.

Isaac told us that he stopped by, and that he was on his way to the airport
to pick up another girl who would be living with us.  Luckily, Brittany
seemed to be just as fascinated with Isaac as she was with Taylor.  That
gave Taylor an idea.

"Brittany," Taylor said to her, "You simply have to go with Ike to the
airport?  Zac and our last roommate won't show up until tomorrow, so you
won't miss out on anything here.  Oh and you can see his new Volkswagen
Bug.  Sure!  It's decided then.  You will go with Ike and keep him company.
Jaxsper and I will stay here.  Bye guys, see you later."

Isaac sure didn't seem like he wanted to be stuck with any obsessed,
screaming fan, but Taylor didn't give him any time to get out of it.  He
grabbed my arm and dragged me back up the stairs and into the house.
Laughing the whole time.  Isaac yelled to us that we owed him big time.

Taylor didn't miss a step as he ran up the stairs, into the house, grabbed
my suitcase in his free hand, and continued to the upstairs bedrooms.  His
grip on my arm dropped down until he was holding and dragging me by the
hand.  I found the whole thing strangely exciting.  I loved the sound of
his laughter as we ran, and his hand felt really good in mine.  He was so
full of energy.

On the way up the stairs he explained the sleeping arrangements.  Three of
the four bedrooms had two sets of beds in them.  Zac and his new "friend"
would share one, the girls the other, Ike would have a room of his own.  He
pulled me inside the largest of the four bedrooms

"Guess that just leaves you and me," I said.

Taylor said that he hoped that I didn't have a problem with that.  I
assured him that I wouldn't.  He quickly closed and locked the door behind
us.  To keep Brittany out, he told me.  I really was starting to like him.
He seemed so at ease.  I guess you get that way when you have traveled all
over the world and met thousands of people.  He wasn't nervous at all,
talking to me, which made me feel so much better.  Tay also said that he
enjoyed talking to me because I didn't act all weird or treat him
differently than regular people.

I started to unpack.  Taylor jumped into the air and landed on one of the
beds.  I could almost feel him starring at me.  I thought that he was
checking out my body, looking at me as I bent over to lift my suitcase and
watching my every move.  I caught him staring at me a couple of times, and
whenever I did, he would simply look up into my eyes and smile.

He stretched out in the bed, and I was able to get a better look at him
too.  Some people have told me that I look like Taylor Hanson, maybe it's
my long hair.  I don't think I look much like him at all, though.  He is
much cuter than I am.  I watched as he bit his lip, releasing it slowly
from his clenched teeth.  My eyes continued further down his body.  I
looked on as his chest rose and fell with each breath.  He yawned and
stretched, his tight yellow shirt pulled up, revealing just a peek at his
belly button, nestled in the beginnings of a great six pack.  I looked down
further to stare at the package in his jeans.  I guess most guys do that,
right?  Check out other guy's packages?  I was just looking to see if
seemed bigger than I am.  He did too.  I don't know if it was just my
imagination, but I was sure that he was getting a hard-on.  I looked up at
his face again, and saw him staring back at me.  I quickly looked away,
hoping that he didn't see me turning red. Maybe he would think it was from
all that running.

"What, um, was that song you were listening too?"  I asked trying to act as
if nothing was wrong.

He told me it was a song by Ronnie Spector and the Ronnettes.  He explained
to me how he loved old Motown songs, that he and his brothers fell in love
with oldies while traveling with his parents in South America.

You could see how much he loved music.  I simply like or dislike what I
hear.  Taylor seemed to be able to dissect music into all of it's parts..
He picked up on guitar riffs, drum beats, time changes, and vocal harmonies
that most people could not.  He was a natural talent.  He started talking
about how Phil Spector would mix the songs, pioneering the "wall of sound"
effect.

"I love music," he told me, "There's really a science to it.  You mix
together all these different components to create an emotional reaction to
the listener.  It can make you feel so many different things.  You know how
that is.  Why is it that when someone has hurt you, and you feel as if your
heart is breaking, that the radio decides to play the saddest song in the
world?  Or, when you are in love with someone, you can finally understand
what all those love songs are talking about.  That's the secret to
understanding music, really.  You have to feel it."

When I told him I quite able to follow what he was talking about, he asked
me to come over and listen for myself.  "Here," he said, offering me one of
the earphones from his walkman.  Taylor kept the other one in his ear.  I
climbed into bed and laid beside him so that I could listen too.  The short
length of the cord between the ear pieces, forced us to sort of snuggle up
together very closely.  I didn't mind though.  He pushed play and the song
came through.  I could feel the warmth from his body as I laid close to
him.  Taylor had this delicious smell of CKb.  He started to tap out the
beats on my thigh, trying toteach me about time changes in music.

The only thing he accomplished was giving me a drumstick of my own, well
actually it's a bit thicker than a drumstick but it was beating in time
with the music.  The feel of his hand slapping down on my leg was making me
really hard.  My penis started to tent up in my pants.  God, I hope he
didn't notice.  He tapped with each beat, his hands sliding ever lower down
my thigh, getting closer to my lap.  I just froze, embarrassed at my
reaction but knowing that I didn't want him to stop.  Thank goodness he
didn't.  Taylor continued to beat out a nice steady rhythm on my thigh.

I'm sure he could see how aroused I was becoming.  I closed my eyes,
pretending to concentrate on the music, but actually I was trying to calm
down.  "Think about something else," I told myself.  I couldn't though.
All I could think about was how good it felt to have him so close to me.
It took alot of concentration to stop from thrusting my hips up into his
touch.  Part of me hoped his hand would slip down just an inch or so
further and grab the dick throbbing in my pants.  Then, I felt the mattress
shift.  I knew that he was even closer now. I could feel his warm breath on
my cheek. He was breathing very heavily, and I am sure I was too.  He spoke
just above a whisper, but I could hear him even over the music playing in
my ear.

"Can you feel it?" Taylor asked.

I was operating on pure emotion.  It took me a minute to compose myself and
realize that I was supposed to answer.

"Y-y-yeah, I can feel it." I stuttered just above a whisper.

Then, in a heartbeat, the song ended, the tape hissed and the walkman shut
off.  We both sat there for a long while, feeling some force crackling
between us, matching our breaths and our heartbeats as well, I'm sure.

CHAPTER FOUR

It felt so good, just laying there quietly next to Taylor Hanson, but just
like the song, it couldn't last forever.  Finally, Taylor broke the
silence.

"I'm, um, I'm really tired.  I should go to bed."

"We are in bed, silly," I told him

"You know what I mean," he said as he nudged me off the bed.  I landed on
the floor with a flump.

We both laughed.  I was really excited about being around my favorite star,
but I was operating on pure adrenaline.  Between the time change, and the
long flight, I was exhausted.  Then I looked over to my bed, covered with
all the clothes from my still to be unpacked suitcase.  I told Taylor to
give me a few more minutes.

Taylor said, "No way, man.  I'm dog tired.  The two of us fit in this bed a
second ago.  Why not sleep here with me."

You know, he had a way of really making sense.  I agreed.  Taylor got up
from the bed, crossed his arms in front of him, and slowly lifted his shirt
up over his head and cast it into a heap on the floor.  I couldn't believe
that he was doing this.  The tour must have be a real workout for him,
because his muscles seemed alot more developed than some of the pictures I
had seen of him.  I think my brain went into overload, trying to examine
this vision in front of me and permanently imbed it into my memory, all the
while pretending as if I didn't notice.  My eyes trailed from Taylor's
grin, down his smooth neck and even smoother chest to the two tangerine
colored nipples.  I marveled at the way the muscles in his chest were
begging to stand out.  They flowed effortlessly beneath the white skin.

Tay rolled his shoulders back and shrugged.  I looked at his lean arms,
smooth except for the nearly white hair shimmering on them.  He slid his
hand down past his partially visible ribs on a chest which expanded and
contracted with each breath, to his stomach and stopped to unbuckle his
belt.  His body tapered down to a thin waist dotted with the cutest
bellybutton I have ever seen.  He then unbuttoned the fly of his pants.  He
let go of the waistband allowing them to drop to his ankles.  He stepped
out of them and pushed them next to his shirt with his foot.

I just watched, dumbfounded, at my own private stripshow.  Taylor was now
clad only in his underwear he stopped and stretched again.  He leaned
backwards and his penis pushed forward pitching a tent in the giant bright
blue boxers his small frame seemed to swim in.  I think I was right, when I
sized him up earlier, he was somewhat larger than normal.  Then again, it
could just have been due to the stimulation during his undressing.

He pulled back the comforter and sheets on his bed and hopped into it
again.

"Coming to bed, loverboy?" he said batting his eyes, and doing a Mae West
sort of impression.  I blushed and he laughed.  Guess it was all just a big
joke.  "Stop gawking and hurry up, or do I have to drag you over here
myself?" he yelled.

I shook my head, and mentally pinched myself to make sure I was still in
reality.  Quickly, I tugged my shirt off, hoping that maybe he would like
what he saw as much as I did.  I work out sometimes, and I love to go
mountain riding on my bicycle.  Keeping control while speeding down the
side of a mountain really helps develop your shoulders and chest, believe
it or not.  I turned away and grabbed a pair of sweatpants from behind me,
and dropped my pants.  There was no way I was going to let Taylor see the
enormous hardon that he gave me with his little peep show.  I would never
live that down.  I quickly tugged on the sweatpants, switched off the light
and hopped into bed next to my favorite teen idol.

We laid there for awhile talking about movies and stuff.  He asked me what
it was like to go to a real school, not just homeschooling.  General stuff
like that.  It sort of helped me calm down a bit, but I was still sporting
a semi.  Finally, the conversation slowed, and Taylor announced that he was
going to sleep.

I was still jazzed up with all the excitement.  The combination of my trip,
the strange surroundings and having Taylor so close to me, kept me awake.
Plus, California is much hotter than back home and Taylor liked to be
covered up in a sheet and comforter.  I slid my hands under the covers and
pushed the waistband of my jogging pants down to my knees and then kicked
them free from there.

I laid still for awhile and thought about everything that had happened
today.  I was glad that Taylor and I seemed to be hitting it off so well.
He seemed like a really incredible guy.  It was nice to be close to him,
listening to the music earlier.  I slowly slid over to Tay's side of the
bed and quietly worked my way up against him.  He lay with his back to me,
so I hugged close to his back, my semi hard penis placed close to his ass.
Being close again, had the same effect on me.  Soon I felt relaxed enough
to go to sleep.  I put my arm over Taylor's side, and pulled him closer to
me.  He responded by snuggling up against me.  My hand petted and stroked
his soft chest as I started to doze off.


CHAPTER FIVE

"Mmm, Jaxsper, that feels so good.  Words can't describe how much I want
you right now."

I opened my eyes to see Taylor straddling me, his arms on either side of my
shoulders in a push up position, his waist pressing against mine.  I looked
deep into his silvery-blue eyes and drew my hand down the sensuous contours
of his back.  I stopped at the small of his back, drawing his entire body
closer.

I pulled him next to me, feeling the warmth of his chest against mine.  I
felt his heart pounding, and was sure he could feel mine.  Our embrace
lasted for several minutes, two boys burning with desire, unafraid of the
taboo of our love.  I slid my hands from the small of his back to cup his
ass cheeks.  He drew a deep breath and gently put his pink full lips to
mine.

Our heads gyrated as our tongues played tag between us.  His breath was
sweet and warm, and his lips soft and moist.  He playfully danced his
tongue between my lips and teeth, then I directed it between my lips to
suck gently on it.  He let me suck on his tongue for several seconds before
pulling apart.

He gazed at my chest for a second, following up with a warm, gentle caress.
The breeze in the window played across my bare torso.  Taylor's hands
brushed my nipples, my shoulders, held my waist, and circled around my
back.  He touched me everywhere.  I trailed my fingertips up and down his
back and ran them through his long golden hair.

"Let me give you what you really want, Jaxsper.  Let me give you your
heart's desire," he said.  Then he dropped his head and kissed his way down
my chest.  His mouth lipped it's way down and left a gentle trail to each
nipple, then down to my bellybutton.  He stopped, poised above my throbbing
cock.  I have never been this hard before.  He stared at it for a few
minutes, letting me savor the excitement and anticipation of the
moment. Taylor then took me into his mouth.  His hand cupped my balls, the
fingertips pressing wonderfully against the skin between my balls and
asshole.  His tongue was doing wonderful, unexplainable things to my
cockhead.  I had never felt this before, never have I felt so alive.
Fireworks exploded in front of my eyes.  His lips pressed snuggly against
my shaft. and he guided it deeper into his mouth, then dragged his lips all
the way back up it, tickled my cum slit with his tongue then started all
over again.

"Oh, God, Taylor," I muttered.  "Keep going, it feels so good."

He smiled around my cock and continued milking it.  I put my hands back on
his head, so I could feel the motions as he maneuvered up and down my
shaft.  He plunged my cock ever deeper into his hot young mouth and
squeezed my balls gently.  It felt so good, there was no way I could take
much more of this.

"Oh, Taylor," I gasped.  "Oh, I can't hold on, I'm cumming!"

The orgasm shot out of me like a rocket.  Tay's tongue moved to catch the
first spurt from my teen cock.  Involuntarily, I lifted my hips and bucked,
my powerful crotch muscles firing all I had into Taylor's waiting mouth.
He took it all.  His throat muscles massaging me more as he swallowed it,
and the vibrations from the constant, "Mmm" he voiced tingling up my
member.

I fell back against the bed, exhausted and bathed in sweat.  Tay continued
nursing my dick with his mouth savoring its taste, then let it slide from
between his lips.  It lay glistening on my stomach, limp and moist with
semen and saliva.

Taylor climbed back up my body and kissed me again.  I could taste the mix
of his sweet mouth mixed with my salty cum.  "I love you," were the last
words he said to me.

This was too good to be true, I told myself.  I couldn't believe this was
happening to me.

It was.  With a jump I woke up from my dream.
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That's not the end of the story.  You can e-mail me at jaxsper@email.msn.com