Date: Tue, 15 Dec 1998 17:35:21 -0800
From: jaxsper <jaxsper@email.msn.com>
Subject: Real World Hanson - part 4 (celebrity)

Hi, my name is Jaxsper Finn.  I am 15 years old, and I am I spending the
summer with the band Hanson. It's all part of MTV's new season of The Real
World, only this time MTV has chosen slightly younger teens, like myself, to
live with the band Hanson in a Malibu beach house in California. (This story
is complete fiction, but I would give anything for it to come true. If you
are offended by stories and talk of this nature, then why are you reading
this?)

THE REAL WORLD HANSON - Part 4

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

"A Date?!"

"Yes, Taylor.  A date."

"Wait Jax, let me get this straight.  You want me to ask you out on a date?
You mean like a real date?  Like the kind of date where a guy gets all
dressed up and
puts a dab of cologne behind his ear and he doesn't really know why.  That
kind of date?"

"Yeah, that's what I'm asking.  I love you Taylor.  I've never really been
on a date before. I like what we've been doing so far, but I want romance
too.  Like that note you wrote for me.  It made me feel so good.  I want my
own `date with Taylor Hanson,' please."

"I don't really know what to say," Taylor said.

Taylor and I were in our room.  He just got home after a long day at the
stage where his music video was to be shot.  I kissed him and thanked him
for the note that he left for me.  He told me that the shoot was postponed
for another day,
while they work out some technical stuff.  I told him how I showed Toby some
skateboard tricks, and Toby tried to teach me to rollerblade.  Then, I asked
him to take me on a date.

"Just say that you would like to go out with me, Taylor.  Romance me,
because until I get my date there will be no kiss-ey, no touch-ey, no
horizontal watusi."

"Then you leave me no choice.  Jaxsper Finn, would you do me the honor of
dining with me tomorrow?  Umm, so now what?  You know, like I told you
earlier I don't
have any money.  It's not really a date unless one of us pays."

"I'll loan you the money, ok?"

"Cool, it's a date then,"  Taylor said as he raised an eyebrow.  His eyes
sparkled when he said that.  He leaned in to kiss me but I told him to wait
until our date tomorrow.

Ike called us from downstairs.  Dinner time.  We ate and talked for awhile,
trying to keep the conversation light.  Ike said that he wished they could
start production of the video on schedule, but it was ok.  He said that
maybe the band could get started on songs for their next CD.  Taylor asked
if he could just work on it in the morning, since the afternoon he needed
Ike to give him a ride to pick up some things he needed.  Ike reluctantly
agreed after much negotiations by Taylor.

"Oh, Jax," Taylor asked me after dinner, "Could I borrow some money?  So
that I can get some, y'know things for that sort of, ummm, thing we have
planned for tomorrow."

I loaned Taylor the money he needed.  He said he would be sure to pay me
back as soon as he talked to his Dad.  I told him it was ok, since I knew
where he lived.  I should, we sort of share the same bed and all.

We played the Playstation for awhile, a racing game with Toby and Zac.
Then, Taylor said he was tired and we went to bed.  He really must have been
tried,
because he didn't try anything.  He feel asleep in my arms.  I laid awake
and listened to him breathing.

_______________________

Things went well the following day.  The band could be heard rehearsing, and
I watched them for a long time, until Ike asked for us to leave so they
could
concentrate.  Brittany and I went for a walk and talked a bit.  She's really
not all that bad.  I think she has a crush on both me and Taylor, but I only
have eyes for him.

It was around 7:00 when I heard the knock on my door.  I opened it, and
found Taylor.  He was dressed in his nicest shirt, and the sexiest smile on
his face.

"I am here to woo you," he told me, his eyes sparkling again.

"I'm sorry...to what me?"

"To woo you, to win you, to sweep you off your feet.  I have everything
someone could ever want for a romantic evening.  I've got candy, I've got
flowers, I've
got...ummm scratch and sniff samples of Obsession for men.  The works Jax,
the works. Now come, our carriage awaits."

I couldn't help but giggle as he took my hand and led me out of the room.
He took me to out the front door, and I saw Isaac standing by his
Volkswagen.  I immediately dropped Tay's hand and tried to compose myself.

"Well, if it ain't the love birds," Isaac said.

My eyes bugged out of my head.  We were caught!

"Jax, close your mouth and get in the car.  It's ok, let's go," Ike said
reassuringly.

I did as ordered, not really sure what to do.  Taylor climbed in the
backseat and grabbed my hand again.  He pulled me in after him.

"You know, you don't have to do everything Ike tells you," said Taylor, "I
like you with
your mouth hanging open.  It's alright Jax, he knows.  I told him about us
today."

"You...you told him?"

Isaac laughed from the front seat of the Volkswagen.  "Yeah, Taylor told me.
Like I said, it's ok.  What, you think its a big secret that Taylor here has
been mooning over you since the day he saw you out on the deck?"

"Well, I wouldn't say mooning exactly, Ike," Taylor retorted.

We laughed, the tension broken.  I could tell that Isaac was trying as hard
as he could to be supportive, and Taylor seemed much more relaxed now that
his big secret was out.  He leaned his head against my chest as we drove off
to parts
unknown.

__________________________

We pulled up in front of a small carnival.  It was erected as some sort of a
fund-raiser for a school.  Taylor got out, ran around the car and opened the
door for me, took my hand and helped me out.

Isaac rolled down the window and said, "I'll be back in a couple of hours to
pick you two up.  I, umm, want you both to know that I'm really happy for
you, and that
there are alot of people out there who are hoping that this works out.  Have
fun!"  With
that, he drove away.

We had so much fun at the carnival.  Taylor is his most boyish at night,
when the lights twinkle and pump their energy into the air.  We explored
every square inch of the carnival together, finding the best rides to spin
on, the best cotton candy, the funniest couple there on their first date.
We kept are distance somewhat so that know one would know that we were also
on ours.  We blended in with all the other teenagers who were out for a fun
night.  I think only a couple of people gave us a strange look, but we wrote
them off as Hanson fans even though no one approached us.  Taylor told me
that less people recognize him when it's not the three of them.

"Come on, Jax.  Let's go on the ferris wheel."

Taylor was so excited by the ferris wheel.  He was positively adorable.
Clearly he wanted to share his enthusiasm.  I have been on ferris wheels
hundreds of times, but this time it was really a thrill.  He took my hand as
it sailed up to the top.  It stopped frequently to let other riders on,
leaving us high in the air.

"Nice night, huh Jax?  You look so cool tonight.  I'm glad we came on this
ride.  I wanted
to be closer to the stars....in your eyes.  Jax, I love you."

I told him I loved him too, with all my heart.

"Jaxsper, my family has always traveled.  When I was a kid, it was `come on,
off to South America' and after I got famous we were in a different city
every day.  All my life I've never been anywhere without feeling like I
should be someplace else.  Like I couldn't find where I belonged but, when I
'm with you, I know I am in the right place.  The only place where I know
for sure who I am.  Wherever I belong, I know it's with you."

The wheel stopped with us at the top.  He leaned over and kissed me, right
there in the middle of the carnival.  It was so dangerous.  If we were seen,
if they knew who he was, if word got out, he would be ruined.  But I kissed
him back, and I loved him with all my heart.  The ride was over and we got
off.  No one saw us, the moment was perfect.

>From that night on, I wanted us to be inseparable.  I'd found the one person
I knew would never abandon me, who would fight the world to be by my side,
and I wasn't about to let him go.

"Taylor, I don't want this moment to end.  I know that we only have these
three weeks together and then you'll be off making your music, and I'll be
back in my
dumb old town, alone again."

"Jaxsper, don't think about that.  Look, Karaoke!  Come on, I want to sing."

He charged off to the tent with me in tow, laughing the whole way over.  He
didn't care if people knew who he was.  He approached the stage and took his
turn on the mike.

"I would like to send this song out to a special someone.  Don't worry about
what we are going to do in the future, or if we'll be apart.  I promise to
always be with you."

And then he sang.-

"We have all the time in the world tonight.  Time enough for life to unfold
all the precious things life has in store.  We have all the love in the
world tonight.  And if this is all we have, then we'll find we need nothing
more.  And every step of the way will find us, with the cares of the world
behind us.  We have all the time in the world, my love. Nothing less and
nothing more only time."

I could hear a couple of kids whisper that they were sure that was that long
hair guy from that Hanson band or something, but they were quieted by others
wondering why someone like that would be here.

Ike picked us up, and drove us home.  We didn't talk much.  I just sat in
the back of the
car wondering how I got to be so lucky.

Taylor walked me upstairs to our bedroom.

"I had a really nice time," I told him.  "I mean a really nice time.  The
best time I've ever had.  It just seemed to all......work.  It's really just
nice."

Taylor answered, "I am glad that you enjoyed it.  Well, here we are.  Door
to door
service."  He leaned in to kiss me.  It was the sweetest, most innocent
kiss.  His lips were so soft against mine.  He held my chin with his
fingers.  As he pulled away, he asked "So, date's over right?  I can kiss
you now."

I smiled and grabbed his hand, pulling him into the room with me.

"You can do alot more than that!"

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

I pulled Taylor in the room, covering his mouth with my own.  Our tongues
swirled around one another's.  There were no words, just the sound of two
boys in heat.  He
ground his groin against mine.  I pulled him over and threw him back on the
bed.

I tugged his pants off of him and yanked my shirt up over my head, tossing
them both
aside.  I knelt before him and kissed my way up his hairless thighs.  Taylor
pulled his
shirt up to reveal his glorious stomach and chest.  He ran his hands down
his body to the top of my head.  I reached the fabric of his boxers and saw
his cock, throbbing inside.  I could feel the sweaty heat of his testicles
and dick below. I massaged his bloated balls through his underwear, and
listened to his quickening breath.

"Unghh! Don't stop that feels sooo good!", said Taylor dreamily. "I was
beginning to
wonder when we would get around to this."

I rubbed my face all over his lap, moaning louder all the time.  I started
to drool over him.  I mouthed the testicles beneath me and sucked them into
my mouth through the soft cotton. The boxers were rapidly becoming soaked
with my saliva. Finally, I pulled the them down and was eye to eye with his
delicious dick.

"Swing around, Jax.  I want to taste you too."

I did as he requested and we got into a 69 position.  I  passionately began
lapping at my lover's balls, soaking them in a shiny coating of saliva.
Taylor fumbled with my belt and zipper and managed to get me completely
naked.  I mouthed his balls softly. One at a time I sucked the swollen nuts
into my mouth, loving the stuffed feeling and the warmth.  They moved and
pulsated in my  mouth like they possessed a mind of their own.  I felt like
I had a direct connection with the boy I love.  Letting them slide from my
lips only long enough to moan as I felt Taylor doing the same to me.  His
cheeks were now stuffed with both of my balls.  Taylor was drooling all over
himself from the spit he was working up.

"Taylor, I want you to fuck me," I begged.  "Do you want to do that?

It was obvious from the pulse his dick gave me that he wanted to do just
that.  I was sure he shot up a couple inches larger than ever before from my
suggestion.

He shifted beneath me and pulled my ass down closer to his face. His tongue
began lapping at my asshole like a dog.  A pool of my own spit was
collecting on
Taylor's dick as I continued to run my tongue up, down and around his
cockhead.  His
tongue was circling the pucker of my ass.  My balls were resting on his neck
and my
hard cock was leaking precum onto his chest.  He was jerking around so much
that I had to grab onto his dick to lick it.

"Taylor, I want that cock up my ass now!"

I reached over to the nightstand and pulled out a container of Vaseline and
a bottle of baby oil.  I told Taylor he wasn't the only one buying things
for tonight.

He arranged me so that I was laying face down with my ass in the air.  I
jumped as I felt
Taylor squirt baby oil onto my backside and rub it all over, working it
around my asshole.  He teased my puckered anus with an oily finger, running
it up and down and around and around in tiny circles before pushing it
inside of me.

"Imagine me inside you doing this," Taylor whispered as he pressed another
finger deep into me.  "Squeezing in and out in and out of your tight tunnel
this way."  He wiggled and shifted now two fingers inside of me, pulling
them apart and preparing me for what he planned to do next.  As if from far
way I could hear my own breathing growing ragged with passion.

I felt the bed shift with his weight as he changed position.  Taylor laid
across my back, his dick throbbing against my ass.  He took his time,
slipping the head of his cock back and forth over my anus and between my
thighs, waiting until I began to squirm about in an attempt to capture him.
I could feel his hard cock hitting against my balls and inner
thighs and his pubic hair tickling my asshole.  His hands slid around my
sides and his
fingers gently pinched my nipples.

"Oh that feels nice," I told him as he slid his penis back and forth along
my ass.  "You
can do it now.  I'm ready.

Taylor drizzled the baby oil along the length of his dick.  I turned to
watch him and
reached over to  help him lube up the whole length of his cock.  Then he had
me pull my ass cheeks apart and he placed the head of his cock gently
against my hole.

I was wild with passion now, completely out of my head with desire.  I
started wiggling
around and said, "Give it to me, stud.  Shove it in.  I need you to fill me
up."  Taylor
pushed forward and slowly eased the head of his dick into me.  The baby oil
helped alot, and I heard a "pop" as it stretched the tightness of my
asshole.  We both froze, savoring the moment, catching our breath.  There
was no turning back now. Taylor was taking my virginity.

I tried to relax my muscles as much as I could when I felt his hot dick
press into me.  He
slowly eased in, little by little filling me up with his hard meat.  He
pushed all the way in
until his pubic hair was brushing against my ass.  He left it there, letting
me get used to
the thickness plugging my ass.  Feeling my muscles spasm and jerk around
him.  He
stretched me so that I was a perfect, snug fit for his cock.

My entire lower body came alive as nerve endings I never knew I had before.
I started to tingle with excitement.  I could feel his tight belly resting
flush against my backside.  I
began to move, first tentatively sliding myself back and forth on his cock,
only and inch
or two to start with, getting used to the feeling.  His cock seemed to swell
even more once it was inside of me.  He gripped me there as he took over the
movements, plunging deeply into me, then withdrawing almost all they way
before driving in again.  Each time he nearly left me, I felt an incredible
sense of loss, which was quickly replaced by a feeling of great joy when he
pressed into me again.  At his deepest penetration he would twist a little
to one side then the other sending waves of delightful pressure to my
prostate.

He held onto my hips and began to slide his dick out again.  My ass muscles
clamped
down tight, unwilling to let him go.  The rhythm increased and the feel of
that thick cock
sliding and rubbing into me was indescribable.  Soon he was fucking me so
fast that I
could feel his balls slap into mine.

Behind me Taylor was grunting every time he pushed his cock all the way
inside of me.  I could feel his hot breath on my back, his mouth kissing my
shoulders, his teeth nipping at me.

"You are so tight, so hot and tight," he gasped in my ear.

A thin fog appeared before my eyes as we seemed to float off the bed.  I
felt nothing and everything all at once.  He reached around to grasp my
diamond hard cock in his
wonderful, delicate fingers.  He rubbed his palm across my super sensitive
head,
collecting the gallons of precum I made, then spread it up and down my
length, making
me slick.  His hand slid easily as he pumped me.  His incredible dick slid
in and out of
my ass.

"I'm close," Taylor said.  "I can't hold out much longer."

Taylor let out a groan and buried himself into me as deep as he could.  He
came first and when I felt his cock begin that last mad dance, I tried to
push myself both ways at once - down into his hand and back against his
spasming cock.  The feel of his hot cum shooting into my guts pushed me over
the edge.  I cried, "Yes!"  I bit down on my lip and let out another sharp,
quick groan as my balls pulled up tight in their sack.  Taylor squeezed the
cum out of me.  It came out in thick, white globs, some of which shot out
onto me.  My arms and legs were shaking as Taylor leaned against me, his
cock spurting out the last of its cream inside of me and the last of mine
oozing out into his hand.

We collapsed onto the bed.  I could feel Taylor's weight on top of me, the
heat from our
sweaty bodies filling the room, the sound of our breathing, the pulse of his
shrinking cock still within me until it finally fell out with a slurp.

I turned over so that I was facing him, regretting having to break embrace
that was
hardening my cock again.  He looked down at me, smiling that electric smile
of his.

"I love you, Jax.  Thank you for letting me do that.  You never forget your
first time, and I
don't want you to ever forget me."

I ran my hands down his long blond hair and over his flush cheeks.   I
stared into his eyes then, pulled him down on top of me again, kissing him.

CHAPTER NINETEEN

"Sucks!  That sucks dogs!"  Zac yelled, "Why does Taylor get to go to the
carnival and
not me?"

"Come on, Zac.  It's ok.  Crikey!  Don't blow a gasket," his friend Toby
said while trying
to calm Zac down

"Man, it would be so cool!  I bet they have one of those bungie rides.  I
wanted to go on that again!  Have you ever been on one, Toby?  One time Ike
and I went on that ride and video taped ourselves.  They lock you into your
seat, and stretch a cord from the chair to the top really tight.  Then
whoosh! The thing shot us into the air so fast!  It rocked.  Tay won't have
any fun, I bet.  He didn't want to do that bungie ride with Ike and me last
time.  Chicken!"

Zac and Toby continued playing the PlayStation even after his brothers left
for the carnival.  Zac wondered why those two were laughing all the time.
Zac won every race in JetMoto and eventually grew bored.

"Why do you suppose they wanted to be alone, Zac?" Toby asked.

"Who knows, they probably wanted to stare at each other somewhere besides
this house.  I'm telling you, Toby, those two are in love.  I don't care
what anyone says, Taylor likes boys."

"Yeah, you told me about the pictures he kept under his mattress at home.
Still, I don't know if you're right.  Sure Jax and Taylor spend alot of time
together but
so do we, and you're not in, ummm love with me are you?" Toby asked, not
really knowing which answer he would prefer.

"Nah, Toby.  You and I are best friends.  There's a difference.  Pictures
under his mattress..... You know, I wonder if he has any with him here.  Let
's see, Jax and Tay are
out, Ike's driving them, and the girls are God knows where shopping.  I
think it's time
for Indiana Zac and his trusty sidekick to go exploring.  Let's start with
Taylor's room.
What do you say?"

"I don't know, Zac.  That's not really nice is it?"

Zac convinced him that it would be cool.  He was sort of used to the
togetherness of their shared room back home in Tulsa anyway.  There, the
guys all sort of knew what the other was up to.  Here, in this giant house,
there was way too much privacy and secrets for Zac Hanson's tastes.

Zac and Toby climbed up the stairs and went down the hall to his brother's
room.  They opened the door and lifted the mattress.  No pictures there
unfortunately.
They dug around through their closets, tried on some of their clothes,
played with
Taylor's Walkman, and generally hunted around.  They made extra sure to
leave
everything in the exact position they found it in, so that no one would
suspect.  Toby opened the drawer of the nightstand next to Jax's bed.

"Look at this, Zac," Toby said as he pulled out the big bottle of baby oil
and the Vaseline container.

"Probably for Jax, to keep his skin nice or something. Those actor types.  I
've seen them before.  Always worrying about how they look."

"I don't think so, Zac.  I reckon it's for, ummm when they toss off.  If
what you say is right, they probably play with each other's wanks like you
and I do.  Betcha they use this stuff, but it doesn't look like it's been
opened yet."

"Really?  Weird!  No pictures here, though.  Too bad, I wanted to show you
what Taylor
likes.  Have you ever really seen a picture of a naked girl before, Toby?"
Zac asked
changing the subject.

"Well, back home I spend alot of time over at my friend's house for sleep
overs  We stay up until around two in the morning looking for porno on
Cinemax, or as he likes to call it Skin-a-max."

"I've watched that channel a few times in the hotels that we've stayed in on
the road.  Not really much to see there.  If you look really hard sometimes
you can see some tits, but that's about it.   The real stuff isn't on
Cinemax," Zac said with an air of authority.

Toby laughed and said, "Yeah right!  Like you've seen it.  You haven'
t....have you?"

"Nah, I've only seen like tons of it!" Zac boasted, "I just watch the ones
my brother has."

"Taylor?  What kind of videos would he have?!"

"No, dummy, not Taylor.  Isaac.  He's got a few of them.  Picked up some
porno videos
on the tour.  His room is next for `exploring'.  I'll see if I can find you
some.  I will show
you the real stuff, Tobe."  He resumed his Indiana Jones voice.  "Come,
short-eye, we
must continue our search further north!  Our quest for coochie has just
begun!"

The boys made their way to Isaac's room.  The room was very neat, everything
in its
place.  His guitars stood over in the corner, the music for a half dozen new
songs stacked nicely.  He obviously liked having his own room.  Finally, one
away from his messy brothers.  But, that would only make this expedition
harder.  Toby and Zac would have to make extra sure to leave everything
exactly the way they found it.

"We must be careful in our quest, short-eye.  For we must not arouse the
suspicion of the natives.  They can be quite restless should they discover
that we were here.  Shhhh!"  Zac knew just where to look though, he pulled a
small suitcase from under the bed.  "It's Ike's underwear suitcase, if you
can believe that.  Man, that guy's a neatness freak."

"I guess guys are the same all over.  They keep their best stuff in with
their underpants,"
Toby said.

As Zac bent over to retrieve their prize, Toby looked down at the curve of
his back.  Zac's tight shirt pulling up slightly, as he bent over, revealing
the smooth skin underneath and the crinkled, stripped waistband of his faded
boxers.  Toby shifted slightly and sat down on the bed.

Zac opened the suitcase and gently shoved the neatly folded designer
underwear to the side.  Toby saw the brightly colored videotapes peek out
from below.  "Ah, here's the good stuff," Zac said, "Eureka, my trusty
sidekick.  I believe we have found the hidden watering hole for the Monkey
Meat Monster.  I only hope that the watering hole is dry today!"

Zac picked up the three videos and brought them over to the Toby.  He sat
down next to him on the edge of the bed, and it slumped slightly under his
added weight, their
shoulders touched.

"This box has some good pictures on it," Zac said as he reached over Toby's
lap with the video.  Toby took it with a shaking hand.  He had never seen
anything this graphic before.  He kind of liked it, but it was really weird
too.  "Don't be nervous, Tobe.  No one's here to catch us.  The videos can
be ogled, boggled and bamboozled to our hearts content."

Toby was ogling the box as Zac said that.  The picture showed a man and a
woman in
what looked like an wrestling stance, their faces screwed up tightly in
ecstasy.

"This one's really hard-core," Zac told him.  "Ike picked this one up on our
European leg
of the tour.  You can't tell what half the pictures are of."

Toby took the tape from his friend and turned it around and around.  The
pictures on this box were in grainy black and white and were close ups of
the various girls' body parts.  He really wasn't all that excited by the
photos though.  They were kind of gross actually.  Still, it did excite him
to see Zac get that horny, and the deliciousness of spying in on someone
else's porn was cool too.

Zac took the two pornos away from Toby and retrieved the third from the
side.  He stood up and said, "Enough with the boxes.  Let's go watch us some
`Naughty Nurses'.  I watched that one once when Ike was out.  They have this
sponge bath scene.....mmmm.  Come on!"

They put the suitcase back under Ike's bed sans the videos and went into
their own room.  Even though they were alone in the house, they locked the
door behind them.  Zac shoved the tape into their VCR, hit the play button
and plopped into the beanbag chair.  Toby sat on the floor beside him.

The TV flickered and came to life, illuminating the dark bedroom.  The tape
wasn't at the beginning, but who cared?  No one watches those things for the
story anyway.  The scene showed a patient laying in his bed.  A busty nurse
walked in and put a thermometer in his mouth.  She leaned over to put a hand
on his forehead, and as she did that her breasts touched his chin.  The
thermometer's mercury rose as the mounds of flesh rode up his face.  The
boys laughed.

The scene continued as a second nurse walked into the room.  She seemed to
be jealous of the first one, and they started fighting but it degenerated
into the two nurses making out as the patient watched, playing with himself.

"Look man," Zac said, "I gotta warn you, these make me hot!  Look at those
two!  Yeah,
baby, take it off.  Something about two girls being together like that.  I
don't know, when
it's two guys it seems gross but two girls, now there's a cool scene!  I am
getting so
horny!"

"I know, me too," Toby whispered.  The boy had to rearrange his ever
tightening pants.
He rubbed his cock through his jeans a couple of times, and looked over to
see that Zac was doing the same.

They watched the TV jerking off through their pants in unison.  Toby closed
his eyes and remembered how good it felt to have Zac's hand stroking him in
the pool.  How his best friend's hand pulled and toyed with the skin of Toby
's uncircumcised penis.  Toby
thought about afterwards, how Zac held him tightly in the water after he had
cum.  How
nice it felt to be next to Zac's naked body, hugging him close.  He started
to imagine that it was Zac's hand, and not his own, stroking rubbing his
denim covered lap.

"Toby, do you mind if I take my pants off?" Zac asked even as he pulled his
belt loose
and unbuttoned his baggy jeans.

"No, killer idea," Toby squeaked as he followed suit.  With his pants off,
his bulge was
now somewhat more comfortable, but still strained against the cotton of his
briefs.

Zac continued watching the porno, his eyes glued to the images on the
screen, his hand stroking the tent he pitched in his boxers.  Toby,
meanwhile, looked more at his blond, best friend than at the women on the
television.  He studied the way Zac stroked himself, and tried to match the
movements against his own throbbing meat.  He was rock hard and dripping
precum into his underpants.

Toby could make out the dark purple head of Zac's wank, peeking out slightly
through
the fly of his faded purple boxers.  His friend was breathing very hard, and
alternated
between licking his lips, and biting down on them causing them to grow
puffier and
redder.  Zac would hips would rapidly thrust into his hand every few moments
as he
watched the video.

"Enjoying the show?" Zac asked as he turned to look at Toby.  The boy
thought quickly
and looked away from Zac and to the TV screen.  He stammered a "yes" as he
continued rubbing his crotch.  He looked back over to Zac and caught his
gaze.  Zac's face looked as if he was almost in pain.

Zac said, "I need to get my rocks off bad!"

"Need any help?  I would love to....lend a hand." Toby answered.

Zac said that would be great.  Toby told him it was the least he could do
after Zac had
played with him in the pool.  It was now Toby's turn to return the favor and
get a better
look at an circumcised dick up close.  He told Zac to lay back, and he would
give him the same treatment Zac gave him earlier.

"It's payback time" Zac said as a wicked grin appeared on his adorable
little face.  He
lifted his shirt and laid back on the cold plastic of the beanbag chair.
His nipples erect in the air.  The room was closed up tight, steamy and hot
with two boys' lust.  It smelled of their sex.

Toby  knelt before Zac and had him raise his hips.  He reached his hands up
through the leg holes of Zac's boxers, grabbed the waistband from the inside
and drew them down his legs.  The view of  Zac now was incredible.  Toby
listened to the scrunch sound of the beanbag chair as Zac writhed below him.
The lump in his briefs throbbed to be touched but it was Zac's turn right
now.  The thin layers of cotton hugged him close, and he almost grew beyond
the two tiny blue stripes in the waistband.

"Hold on a sec," Toby said.  He stood and ran out of the door of their room,
returning a
second later carrying the Vaseline from Jaxsper's room.

The sounds from the TV filled the air.  Zac watched the screen closely,
relishing the
sexual feelings it was giving him and feeling Toby's hot breath against his
throbbing
cock.  He knew that Toby was staring directly at it. Toby straddled Zac's
thighs, sitting
down on them and trapping them beneath him.

Toby gently caressed the wrinkled, velvety skin of his friend's balls.  They
pulled up
slightly, under his touch.  He ran his fingers through the thin wisps of Zac
's pubic hair
and caressed his thighs causing Zac to moan in frustrated pleasure.  Using
just his
fingertips, he  stroked lightly up and down Zac's throbbing penis.
Examining every inch
of it, exploring the exposed head, trying to find out which spots would make
Zac moan
the most.

Toby unsnapped the lid from the jar and dipped his right index finger in to
the cool jelly.
Taking the finger he had coated in Vaseline, he slid it up and down his
friend's shaft,
lightly coating the entire length of his penis, making it shimmer in the
low, flickering
light of the TV. Zac's entire body grew tense and jumped, nearly bucking
Toby off of
him.

Toby used his whole hand now.  He gripped the shaft and slid his tight fist
up and down
inch by glorious inch, from throbbing head to where the hairs circling Zac's
sex gently
brushed his fingers.  He was amazed by the warmth that pulsed in his hand,
and found
himself growing more excited than ever.  The front of his briefs nearly made
transparent
by the gallons of precum he was exuding.

Toby continued stroking Zac very, very slowly.  A full jerk took about 5
seconds.  Toby
dipped his finger back into the jar and pulled out another large dollop of
the goop. He
varied his speed and grip, studying it's effect on Zac.  He would sometimes
use a slow
hard grip on the cock, and sometimes he would jerk very fast using a grip so
loose that he only touched the penis a small amount of the time.  This
caused Zac to squirm with
pleasure.  Toby placed a hand on his chest to steady the boy beneath him,
stroking his
smooth body.

He used different grips, speeds, and positions on his friend, torturing him,
teasing him,
bringing him to the brink but not letting him over.  Toby would watch Zac's
balls tighten
so close to his body, that would be his signal to drop the boy's dick and
touch him
elsewhere.  He would rub his inner thighs or circle his belly button
instead.  Toby wanted to give him the best orgasm he could, but he couldn't
keep the torture up forever.

Soon, Zac's dick began throbbing harder and more frequently, over and over
and over.
Toby could no longer keep the orgasm at bay.  His every touch, whether it
was to Zac's
dick or another part of the boy's anatomy, brought him one step closer to
ejaculation.
Zac was gasping and thrusting as well as he could with Toby's weight upon
him.  Toby
rode him like a bucking bronco, feeling the tightening of Zac's thighs and
ass under him.  The moans escaping from the boy mixed with the girls in the
porn video.

Just then, a cry escaped from Zac's lips and Toby felt the penis expand in
his hand.  Toby gave it one final, hard squeeze.  A shot of white, thick
liquid flew from the tortured dick with massive force, hitting Zac up by his
collarbone.  Toby squeezed again, pulling the hard dick up slightly and a
second squirt landed on Toby's tummy, dripping down to his bellybutton
toward the waistband of his briefs.  This was followed by four more pulses
from Zac, each with their own squirts of cum;  they ran down Toby's hand and
pooled at the base of Zac's cock.  Zac moaned the whole time.

Toby leaned forward, laying his entire body over Zac's.  He hugged him close
and thrust his cotton covered crotch against his friend.  He could feel the
precum soak through his briefs and mix with the jizz and Vaseline coating
the boy's sex below.  Toby came seconds later, moaning into Zac's ear and
filling his briefs with his juices.  His cock swam in it.

Again, against his better judgment, he brushed his lips against Zac's before
rolling off his best friend.

Toby asked "Did you like that?"

Zac could only nod.  They lay together, side by side, watching the rest of
the porn video.

"Toby, see that?" Zac asked pointing to the screen after a few minutes.
"Look at that girl sucking the guy's cock.  I want to know what that feels
like.  I bet it feels great to have your dick sucked like that."

When it was over, Zac took it back to Ike's room, and Toby returned the
Vasaline.  Toby hoped that Jaxsper would not notice it had been open and
used, but Zac assured him that Jax wouldn't notice.  Why would he need to
use something like that anyway?

CHAPTER TWENTY

I awoke alone in bed again.  Taylor must be up already.  I savored the
memories of the
night before.  It was just so perfect.  I love Taylor so much.  Nothing
would ever keep us
apart.

I slipped on a pair of shorts and an overly baggy t-shirt and padded
downstairs.  Taylor
was at the breakfast table eating a huge bowl of ice cream.  Another
patented Hanson
breakfast.  We have got to have Brittany teach us how to cook!

"Good Morning, sexy," he said.  "You're up and around, huh?  Even after
that....ummm
reaming I gave you last night?  I would have thought you'd be bed ridden for
the
day at least!"

"You wish, braggart!"  I said, tossing a pillow from the couch at him.  He
dodged it
effortlessly.

I gave him a good morning kiss and sat down beside him.  He was looking at
one of
Brittany's magazines as he gulped down the ice cream.  Today is a film day
for the video.  He and his brothers would be leaving for the studio soon.
Still, we were up before the rest of the household.  Brittany, Lynn, Toby
and I were invited to join them.  I couldn't wait to see my lover in action
again, this time on the video screen.

"Girls read the goofiest stuff.  Look at this story, Jax," Taylor said as he
pointed to
Brittany's magazine, "It's called `Six Snogs You Gotta Try!'  You know, a
snog is what
some people call a French kiss.  How many of these have you done before?"

I explained to Taylor that he was the first person I had ever kissed and
that I had never
tried any of the "snogs" in that magazine before.

"Well then, we should begin your education immediately, Jaxsper.  These are
expert
snogs and should only be attempted by a seasoned professional like myself.,"
Tay said

"Seasoned professional?  And just where did you get your certification, Mr.
Hanson?"

"Don't get distracted by details, Jax.  I've been reading this story all
morning.  Let's start with the `Flutter-by Baby' ok?  It's supposed to let
you get to know your partner's mouth intimately, and I want to know every
part of yours.  `All the better to get to snog Heaven' it says."

He picked up the magazine and studied the page for a second then put it
down.  Taylor
moved in and gave me lots of soft, fluttery kisses on and around my mouth,
cheeks and
chin.  Then, he slowly explored my lips with his mouth and used his teeth to
nibble, pull
and suck.  He softly ran the tip of his tongue along my teeth and finished
it off with a
series soft butterfly kisses.  Whew!  He took my breath away!

"Wow" I breathed, "you are fucking good!"

"Told ya, Jax.  I'm an expert.  Let's try the `Tantalizer' sounds like fun.
Oh, this one
comes with a warning. It says to be careful, you don't want to get too rough
and draw
blood.  Don't you worry though, Jaxsper.  You're in good hands."

He held my face in both hands and looked deep into my eyes.  I stared back
at his, those incredible, electric blue eyes of his.  He had the kind of
eyes that you could stare into forever.  My breath caught in my throat.
Taylor tilted my head and kissed me on the
forehead softly, then slowly moved down my face and explored my eyelids,
cheeks, nose and chin with his mouth and fingertips.  Each touch was soft
and gentle.  I let him explore my face, allowing him to get to know every
intimate detail.  Then, he parted his lips and gently brushed them over
mine.  Taylor ended it with a light, sweet kiss that made me tingle all
over.  His right hand reached up and brushed against my soft cheek.  He
smiled back at me sweetly.

It was so great.  He wanted more.  Taylor roughly grabbed my head and pulled
me close, his tongue found mine and we relished the taste of the other's
saliva.  I opened my eyes and pulled my tongue back out of his mouth.  A
loud "smack" could be heard as we broke contact.

"And what do you call that one, Mr. Expert?"  I asked.

"Ummm, I call that one `Jaxsper's desire.'  Just created it myself.  I can
do that, you
know, `cause I'm an expert."

"Well, thank you for all the personal instruction, professor.   You know, it
's not every day
that an expert such as yourself would take such a...hands on approach with a
novice such as myself.  Not to mention such a lips on, and tongues on
approach for that matter.  I've got one I would like to show you, though."

I took my index finger and swirled it around in his ice cream, collecting a
nice size dollop and popped it into my mouth.  I withdrew my finger slowly,
sensuously from between my tightly closed lips.  I never broke eye contact
with him, as I moaned and pulled my finger away.  He looked as if he wanted
to dive across the table and attack me.

I leaned in towards him and took Taylor's face in my hands.  I pressed my
cold lips to his.  I slid my tongue into his mouth and fed him the ice cream
bit by bit.  He took it
ravenously as if it was his last meal.  He took it all from me, and chased
my tongue back into my mouth, hunting for more.  It was a battle for
control, each of us tasting and
teasing the other.

Our kiss broke.  "Mmmm," Taylor said, "Best cherry chocolate I've ever
tasted."

I stuck my index finger in the tub of ice cream, and then stuck into his
mouth, his soft lips going up and down on my digit suggestively.

"Oh gross!"  Ike said from the doorway.

Taylor and I both jumped with a start.

"Cool it, ok you guys.  Look, I'm trying to be like all politically correct
and nice and junk,
but watching two guys go at it is really kinda sick."

Taylor answered, "Jealous much, Ike?  At least I've got someone.  Not like
you, different girl all the time.  What number is Lynn 23 or 26?"

"Shut up, Tay.  Don't let her hear you say that.  She's the one this time.
Don't go
spoiling it for me.  And don't be kissing and groping each other in front of
Zac, ok?  I
don't want him turning out... you know."

"Like a fag?  Is that what you're trying to say?  It's not catchy, Ike.  Don
't worry," Taylor
retorted.

"Tay," Ike said, "You know I don't mean it like that.  Come on, don't be
that way.  The
video is today and I just want all of us focused.  It's not just for me, it'
s for the good of
the band and the record company.  You know, they are spending alot of money
on this
video shoot.  I'm not saying that you are gonna make Zac, you know, like you
are but still maybe it would be best if he wasn't exposed to stuff like
that.  Alright?"

I didn't know what to say.  It really wasn't my place to get between them.
I could see Ike
was struggling to accept us.  I really didn't blame him much.  It took me a
long while to
come to terms with my feelings, and Ike wasn't going to just accept it
overnight.  Still, he was trying.

Taylor took my hand and told me to come upstairs with him.  I followed,
grabbing the
bowl of ice cream.  Ike yelled for us to be sure and be ready at 9:30 to
leave for the shoot.

"Where were we?" I asked as I closed the door to our room.  "Oh yes, the ice
cream.
Mmmm this tastes really good."

I removed Taylor's shirt and pushed him back onto the bed.  I took another
spoonful of
the melting cherry chocolate ice cream into my mouth.  "Here try some" I
said as I laid
down on top of him, pulling him into my arms and pushing my tongue back into
his mouth.  He hungrily flicked his tongue all around my mouth, tasting it
all.

Taylor moaned.  He was rock hard.  I smiled down at him, and ate another
spoonful.  I
started kissing my way down Taylor's body with my cold lips, watching him
shiver in
delight.

"It's time for my breakfast," I told Taylor.  I dropped a spoonful of the
cream onto his
chest and massaged it in.  He squealed in delight and jumped with the cold
shock.  I
licked the tasty dessert from his body, taking extra time on his frosty,
erect nipples.  His
tight little belly button making a perfect makeshift bowl.  I chased the
melting streams of
cream down his tummy and chest.

I was having way too much fun and it showed.  I opened Taylor's jeans and
deftly pulled
his hard, straining cock free.  Taylor moaned and squirmed.  I scooped up
another large spoonful of the ice cream, and Taylor's eyes widened as I
positioned the spoon over his dick.  I touched the back of the spoon to the
tip of his cock.  He jumped as the cold metal circled his sensitive head.
"Ahhhhhh, Jax, don't please, ahhh that is soooo cold,"  I warmed the spoon
against his hot dick, until the ice cream had melted a bit.  When it was
slick enough I tipped the spoon, spilling its contents down his shaft.

"I just love the taste of your popcycle," I said as I popped another
spoonful into my
mouth.  I gobbled my lover's cock with my cold mouth, sucking and slurping
him.  Soon,
the chill became warmer.  I bobbed up and down on him, the friction heating
us up.

"Here it comes, Jax.  Yeah, take it.  I'm cumming!" Taylor yelled as he
grabbed my head and pushed me further down his shaft.

I could feel his legs twitch, then tense up.  I pulled back on his dick so
that only the head
was in my mouth, and I tongued it madly.  My mouth was tired and cold, but I
was soon
rewarded.  Taylor writhed below me, and called out my name over and over
again.  I felt
his cock throb against my tongue.  His warm cum gushing into my cold mouth.
It glazed
across my tongue.  My mouth was full of the combination of his warm cream
and the cold ice cream.

I kept my mouth clamped shut on his tool.  I sucked both creams off his
dick.  Taylor
relaxed beneath me, and kept his hand on the back of my head.  I kept his
softening dick in my mouth.  We stayed like that for awhile. I could feel
his dick leaking out the last few drops of fluid and it grew totally soft in
my mouth.  Taylor's heart beat and his breathing slowed.    I raised my head
smacking my lips.

"Delicious," I said.

"God, I love you, Jaxsper" Taylor said.  "That was the greatest."

It was like I said earlier.  This is just so perfect.  I love Taylor so
much.  Nothing would
ever keep us apart.

We were so lost in the moment, we didn't even notice the slight whir of the
automatic
cameras above us.

CHAPTER TWENTY ONE

"You guys comin' or not?" Isaac yelled from downstairs.

Taylor and I rushed to get our pants back on.  Oh, we were coming
alright...well, actually
we just finished.

The van pulled up outside to pick us up for the video shoot.  Ike herded us
inside.  He
had spoken to his dad earlier.  This was the first time the brothers had
been away from
their father.  No dad to make sure they were at the shoot on time or to keep
them from
getting too wild when it was time to film, or keep the production from
running over
budget because of their antics.  Isaac was now trying to fill that role.  I
guess Mr. Hanson was pleased with Ike's progress, which only doubled Isaac's
efforts.

Ike and Lynn sat in the first row of seats, reviewing storyboards, talking
about light
checks, blocking, POV, pinky gels and stuff like that.  I've been on
commercial and
movie sets a number of times, but even I was baffled by some of their
conversations.
They were really into it!  Still, I wasn't the only one who noticed Ike
subtly stroking
Lynn's thigh as they spoke.  Taylor raised an eyebrow at that as well.  It
was really kind of romantic.

Taylor, Brittany and I occupied the middle seat.  Mostly we just talked
about music and
stuff.  It was really pretty innocent.  We deliberately maneuvered Britt so
that she sat
between us.  There were cameras installed in the van for the Real World
show.  We
wanted to be sure to keep up the appearance that Taylor and I were just good
friends.
Taylor asked me, in a round about way, to remind him to wipe the video of
our ice cream breakfast from the tape when we returned home that night.
That was really important.  I wasn't worried though.  The cameras don't
upload the recorded house tapes until around 2:00 am.  We would be back in
plenty of time. At least I thought we would be.

Zac and Toby took up the entire back seat.  The boys never sat still.  They
were constantly rolling around, laughing and whispering to each other.  Zac
would cup his hand to Toby's ear, say something quietly and then they would
both laugh.  I couldn't make out a word they were saying.

"Toby, remember how that girl sucked that other guy's cock in Ike's porn
video?" Zac
whispered to his friend.  "Man, I gotta find out what that's like!  I bet
it's really, really
cool.  Bet she could suck a golf ball through a garden hose."

"I reckon you're right, Zac," Toby whispered back.  I bet that feels
spectacular."

"You mean suck-tacular don't you?"

The boys laughed again at their private joke.

The vans rounded the corner.  As we completed the turn we saw it.  Hundreds
upon
hundreds of teenage girls ringed the perimeter of the non-descript stage
where we would be filming the video.  I guess word got out over the internet
somehow.  A chain link fence kept them away, you could still see them crying
and waving and you could hear the loud rush of hundreds of voices all saying
at once "It's them!"

"Oh no!" Isaac said, shaking his head.  "It's Jakarta all over again!"

"What's Jakarta?" I asked Taylor.

"It's in Indonesia, Jax," Taylor said.  "It was a nightmare!  One time we
were supposed to have this press conference in Jakarta.  It was just for the
press, but it turned into a way, way too big concert.  A few fans found out
we were going to be there over the interenet and the hotel decided to let a
few in to watch us."

Zac continued, "And, slowly you start to notice that there's more people
there than there
was before.  The press kept turning around and wondering 'What's the deal?
There's kids like, almost standing on my shoulders.'  More and more crazy
fans came into the room, until they pretty much outnumbered us.  It was
nuts."

"The hotel decided it was best for us to leave.  No duh!" said Ike, "They
thought it would
be a good idea to take us out the back through the hotel restaurant, but
there were more fans there.  People started freaking out and started of
running and grabbing at us."

"Its fun for us to play for crowds who are enthusiastic." Taylor said, "I
like that.  You
have to appreciate their enthusiasm.  You also have to appreciate their
craziness, but it's really distracting.  That's why I liked it when you just
approached me and introduced
yourself, Jax.  You didn't just come up screaming like.... ummmm."

We all sort of looked over at Brittany, who blushed in embarrassment.

"Alright, alright.  So I got a little out of control," she said finally.  "I
couldn't help it."

Taylor assured her that all was forgiven.  They had grown pretty close.  I
didn't tell
Taylor, but my first reaction when I saw him was to do exactly the same
thing as Brittany.  Thank God I controlled myself.

The van inched its way toward the gate.

"Distracting, huh?" I asked Taylor.

"Yeah, Jax.  You don't know what it's like.  It's hard to play music, sing
in harmony, get
excited by the crowd but still tune out some of the craziness."

Ike told him that he had better be able to concentrate today.  He said that
alot of money
was riding on today's video shoot, plus they wanted to be sure to get a good
video out of this.  One that would be shown on MTV over and over.  That
would ensure continued
success for the band and that would mean more touring and more people would
be able to hear their music and of course more money as well.

Finally we reached the gate.  "Cover your ears," Taylor warned me.  The
screams from
the crowd grew to almost deafening levels as the van doors opened.  They
boys were
complete professionals.  They jumped out of the van and jogged toward the
stage, waving to the crowd.

Brittany, Toby and I got out after they were almost inside.  Most of the
screaming had
died down, and was replaced by some girls giggling and some almost sobbing.
Zac poked his head out again, prompting more screams from the fans.  He just
made a face and screamed back.

"Zac's always like that," Taylor said.  "He likes to provoke them.  He gets
off on anything wild and uncontrollable.  Ike likes to play up to the girls
in the crowd.  I like the smaller, more intimate, venues though.  The ones
with people who really care about us and the music, and not just dying to
touch and grab us."

"If you want, Taylor, I could show you some relaxation and concentration
tricks I've
learned in acting class.  They could really help.  I know what it's like to
have to perform
with tons of people looking at you," I said.

"There is nothing wrong with your performance, Jax.  I can testify to that
personally.  No
offense, but I think I know how to concentrate and perform when I have to
already."

"Oh, really?" I joked, "Know more than me, huh?  I'll admit you've had to
perform to
larger crowds than I have, but let's just put that to the test.  I'll be the
judge of how well
you can perform under pressure, Taylor.  I'm gonna be your little
distraction today."

"You already are my distraction, Jax," Tay said squeezing my hand.

"Well, today I'm gonna be much worse.  We'll see what you're like under
pressure." I
raised my eyebrow and gave him my most deliciously evil grin.

CHAPTER TWENTY TWO

"Jax, I know that you've never been to any of my concerts, but they make
those screaming girls outside look like a Cub Scout meeting.  I'm sure that
I can concentrate with them out there," Taylor said.

"Oh, I'm sure you can too, but can you concentrate with me in
here?  I bet you can't," I replied.

We were standing inside of the soundstage where Hanson's "Cried" video was
to be shot.  The sets were built, the lights were rigged and the crew was
there.  Taylor and I were over by the craft service's table.  That's the
table with all the goodies for the talent and crew to munch on.  It was
stocked with all of Hanson's favorites: red jelly beans, Pop Tarts,
Twizlers, smooth peanut butter, a well as the usual, vegetables, and candy,
and milk, and candy, and Snapple, and of course candy!

"Yeah," I joked, "I think you are far too full of yourself, Taylor.  I
propose a little bet.
Let's make it a game.  The idea of the game is for me to make you have a
hard on and see if I can distract you today, without anyone catching onto
what is going on."

The corners of Taylor's mouth turned up into a sly grin.  It was something
about the
movement and noise in the stage, all the different people about that made it
sound so
cool.  Sure, everyone would be watching Taylor, but there were plenty of
other
distractions around.  No one would catch us I thought, but it would be fun
to tease him
anyway.

"Jax!  We're in the middle of a crowd of people.  I'm gonna have to perform
in front of
them all day while they film," he exclaimed in a startled whisper.  Taylor
glanced around
nervously to see if anyone was looking.

"I thought you were the big time professional?  You can't be rattled by some
crazy fan!
You know I am your biggest fan, Taylor, and I am growing bigger by the
second.  I've had a hard on since we left the house!"

"You're crazy!" he whispered again excitedly.  "We're in the middle of
........... and you're
standing there.........  There's people all over the place!"

I snickered again, "Come on, Taylor, take a chance!  Unless, you're afraid
you can't take it. After all, we both know that you can only think with one
head at a time, the one on top of your shoulders or the one in your pants.
And we also both know that I control the one in your pants."  I raised my
eyes from the growing bulge in his pants to look into his clear blue eyes.

"Taylor!  TAYLOR!" Ike said as he interrupted us.  "I've been calling you
for the last five
minutes!  We have to go over some stuff with the director.  Come on,
everyone is over at the table already!"

Taylor looked back into my eyes and nodded.  I knew then the that game was
afoot.

We walked over to a giant table and sat down with the director,
cinematographer, and
various other keys for the shoot.  It was sort of like a script read
through, which I've been to before.  They went over the stoyrboards and the
director told Taylor and his brothers what he expected of them in each shot.

When it was almost finished, I scribbled a note onto the back of a piece of
paper and
passed it over to Taylor.  They completed their meeting, and the crew went
to go make
final preparations for the first shots.  Others stayed behind at the table
to eat the breakfast served by the caterer.  That's all there really is to
do on most stages, either eat or work.   Taylor opened the note I passed to
him, and read it to himself.  His face turned red, but he knew better than
to complain.

Taylor excused himself, and went to the bathroom, as ordered.  "Why didn't
Jax say that I could use my trailer?" he thought to himself.  I'm sure he
was glad that no one else was using the large bathroom!

He reread the note and, following the next order, slipped into one of the
stalls.  He
nervously untied and removed his shoes and pulled off the tight stripped
pants, that he
and the art director thought would look really cool in the video.  Taylor
froze when he
heard somebody coming into the bathroom, but luckily they were in and out in
no time.
He slowly tugged off the bright red boxers that he borrowed from me this
morning.  Then put his  pants and shoes go back on, keeping the underpants
in his hands.

He followed the next part of his instructions like a good little boy.  All
he had to do was
touch his dick to make it hard, like I instructed him to do (As if  he even
needed to touch
it at all to make it grow at that moment).  He closed the button on his
pants but left the fly open, as instructed.  Try as hard as he could, poor
Taylor just couldn't keep his little woody from poking its head out of his
fly just a tiny bit.

He started the long walk back over to our table, the boxers balled up in his
hand.  The
only thing redder than those boxers was the color of his cheeks.  I had
breakfast waiting for the both of us.   He felt as if every eye was on him
and his crotch.  He was sure everyone knew how naughty he was.  In reality,
no one really noticed.  They were all busy eating or doing their work.

Taylor sat down next to me and handed me the boxers I loaned to him earlier.

"Indian giver!" he joked.

We talked for awhile, mostly about nothing.  He was glad that the tablecloth
covered up
his lap.  We both tried to act as if he wasn't just sitting there with a
raging hard on.  I gave him a couple of minutes to cool off, then I slipped
off my shoe and put my sock-covered foot against his throbbing cock,
pressing it slightly. The long tablecloth helping to hide me as much as it
did Taylor.  I used my toes to draw it further out of the fly and into the
open air.

"Just testing to see if you are enjoying yourself as much as I am," I said
quietly.

"More than you know, Jax.  Although I think you're getting a pretty good
idea with your
foot there.  Ungh ohhhh," he moaned and closed his eyes for a second.  "God,
that feels good Jax, but you can see I'm still professional.  No one's
caught on yet."

We played that game for awhile.  I tried to see how long I could toy with
him without
letting him shoot, and he tried not to react in any way to what was
happening.  The odds were in my favor though.  Even with my foot, I knew so
much about him by now.  I knew where to touch him, and what to do.  What he
liked and just what would make it hardest for him not to draw some stares.
He had to grip the side of the table a couple of times.  It got so bad that
nobody else could even get our attention when we're together.

Zac came running over and told us it was almost time for the filming to
start.  I let Taylor
zip back up.  His face was flushed as if he was in a sauna.  I covered my
mouth and shook with laughter as I watched him stand up and walk over to
where the production would start.  The tight pants did not help him at all.
He moved quickly to stand behind his keyboards.

The best boy electric passed out small earpieces to the band.  Ike, Tay and
Zac slipped them into their ears.  They would be filming alot of water
effects in this video, and using playback.  The earpieces would allow them
to hear the director over all the effects.

"You promised not to say a word.  You promised you would keep it quiet, but
you
and I both knew it.  It was written all over your face.  So I cried, the day
you said
goodbye.  I cried, the day that our love died.

This shot was a relatively simple one.  It would be used for drop ins in the
real video.  It
was just the band performing on a black lacquer stage.  They filmed the song
all the way through three of four times from different angles.  Taylor
couldn't help but glance my way every once in a while.  I just mouthed, "I
want to fuck you" every time he looked my way.  Then they set up for the
next shot.

"We never really talked about it, because I was thinking four leaf clovers.
But, you
wished we were over.  Now I've lost three and I've only got one.  So, I
cried the day you
said goodbye.  I cried the day that our love died."

This scene was shot in front of a brightly colored background made to look
like an idyllic picnic spot.  Taylor was with an actress they hired who
pretended to be his girlfriend for the video.  The little tramp :)  The
scene was shot very close, highlighting the colors as Taylor and his
"girlfriend walked along the hills carrying a picnic basket.  The camera
zoomed in on Taylor's hand as he picked the four leaf clover.  Then, as the
petals dropped away, the sky darkened and his "girlfriend" ran off.  The
skies opened above him and torrential rain came down on him, soaking him as
he sang the lyrics, "cried, the day that our love died."

That was the way many of the scenes went.  A nice, bright set flooded, and
Taylor with it.  The rain continued until it washed away all the set
dressing and props in the scene,
leaving a lonely isolated Taylor.  I thought the whole video looked like it
would be cool
once it was edited together.  The rest of the band wasn't excused from the
water, though.    Water rained down on them as they played their instruments
and sang.  Everytime Zac beat his drums spashed of water would bounce up on
his face, but Taylor was the most soaked!

The director called cut, and it was a lunch break.  Ike yelled at Taylor for
missing a
couple of cues and not hitting his mark in one shot.  Ike was really worried
that the video would not be done on time, and that Taylor was distracted and
costing the record company money in overtime.

Taylor walked over to me, dripping water.  He is so thin and small anyway,
but the water and the soggy clothes only made him look even more adorable
and vulnerable.  I
wrapped a towel over him and rubbed.  To the others it looked like I was
just helping my friend dry off, but I was really just rubbing up and down
his gorgeous body.  I hugged him close, warming him with my own bodyheat,
grinding our crotches together for a stolen, fleeting second.

"Ummm, for the record, Taylor," I said, "You look really good in water.  It
becomes
you." The dropplets dripped from his long eyelashes and ran down his smooth
cheeks.

He dried and we had lunch.  Taylor and I went to his trailer and played some
videogames.  He boasted that he was doing pretty well in the bet.  No one
had really noticed his hard on, and he didn't seem distracted at all.  Now I
knew I really had to pull out all the stops.

While we were waiting for the crew to readjust the water special effects, I
took the
earpiece from Taylor's ear.  I was familiar with this kind of equipment.  I
tuned it from
the crew's standard channel 2 band over to a channel 3 wavelength.

The director called him back out, to review the next series of shots.  I
spoke into a
microphone I borrowed from the engineering department earlier.  Only Taylor
could hear me on this channel.

"Taylor, this is the voice of your libido.  Can you hear me?  Nod if you
can."  I peeked out of the trailer window and saw him nodding.

"Do you know what I am doing right now, naughty boy? I am laying back on
your bed in
the trailer.  Ohhhhh, it's so soft.  My hand is going down my body, and now
I'm
cupping my crotch through my jeans with my right hand." I giggled girlishly
and Tay
blushed as I continued to talk dirty to him.  Only he could hear me.  I
dropped my voice
until it was like a sexy growl.  "Now, I'm unzipping my pants, slowly.
Ahhh, the cool air
feels nice on my throbbing, hot cock.  I'm gonna stroke it now.  Yeah, and I
wish it was
your hand around it right now instead of mine. Better yet, I wish it was
your face.  I'm pumping it up and down and imagining your face on me"

Poor Taylor, he was having the devil of a time concentrating as I described
everything I
was doing to myself.  It was like he called one of those sex phone lines.
He was trying as hard as he could to be professional while he listened in.
That only made me try that much harder to turn him on.  I could see the
crotch of his pants growing tighter from the
trailer's window.

"Ungh, ohhhhh, Taylor.  I am laying back and imagining  that you are here
with me
My left hand is slowly moving down my chest and is massaging my balls. I've
thrown
away every stitch of clothing, and I am sitting here rubbing myself and
pinching my nipples. Mmmm that feels sooo good. Now my fingers are sliding
down my stomach and are running through my tangled pubic hair. My dick is
swollen and wet with desire." I let out a long, deep moan.

I let my words paint a vivid picture for Taylor, and I told him that my hand
was now a
blur on my penis.  I grunted that it felt like I was going to blow my balls
very soon.  I
went back to telling him all about how my fingers went up and down my body,
and
rubbing circles around the swollen head of my cock and how I wished it was
his hands on me instead.

I watched Taylor from the window as I continued jacking off and describing
every
minute detail.  He had to keep reaching down to adjust his already too tight
pants.
Everyone around him just carried on `business as usual' but Taylor was on
the edge!

"Ungh, oh yes, faster, faster!" I screamed.

Taylor wiped his forehead and bit his upper lip as I continued describing my
antics to
him.  I was really turning him on.  I moaned that I couldn't take it any
longer.  I said that
my fist was bopping up and down, really working quickly.   "I'm coming," I
gasped. Taylor could hear my muffled "oh's" in an almost continuous cry
through his earpiece.  I bet he could almost make out the sound of my
fingers sliding along my slick penis. Between gasps I said, with my voice
cracking, "Unh, oh, oh, I wish.. oh, oh, oh.. it was your face... oh, oh, on
me so that you could... mmmm, oh, unh, taste my juices, lover boy.  Oh,
Taylor, it started way down deep and I squeezed and jerked my cock really
hard. It felt like it was on fire, then my whole body went into shock."

I saw Taylor almost double over and grab at his dick when I said that.  Ike
turned to him
and asked if he was ok.  Taylor said he was fine but he needed to go to his
trailer for a
second.  Through the window, I could see him coming closer and closer to me.

He opened the door to find me naked and spralled out on his bed.

"Are you crazy?  Talking to me like that!  You made me cum in my pants!" he
said with a laugh.  I got some paper towels and helped him clean up his damp
crotch.

"Gotcha," was all I had to say.

CHAPTER TWENTY THREE

Taylor was exhausted.  Music video shoots tend to run fifteen or sixteen
hours, and
Taylor had worked every second of it.  The multiple camera angles and all
the water
effects sure didn't help.

Many of the screaming girls who were waiting outside had left long ago, but
a few
remained.  Taylor decided that he would rather spend the night in his
trailer at the set,
than fight his was through them and ride back to the house.  The trailer was
fully
appointed anyway, nice big bed, running water, shower, television.  All the
comforts of
home.  He asked Ike if it was ok.  Ike agreed, he was too tired to say
otherwise.  Taylor
also asked me to stay with him, he didn't like the idea of staying there
alone.  I
remembered how it upset Taylor to be  by himself at night.  I thought it
would be fun
anyway, kinda like a sleep over.  The crew packed up and left, and the vans
carrying Zac, Ike and the rest went back home.

"Ohhhh.  I think I overdid it today," Taylor moaned as he flopped down in
the bed.  "My
body aches all over.  That was more work than a concert!"

I sat down beside him and flicked on the TV.  We watched in silence for
awhile, until the
sounds of two stomachs growling grew unbearable.  I thought I saw some boxes
of
Crackerjacks left behind on the craft service's table, and I went to
retrieve them.

"Not much of a feast, but at least we won't starve.  I found ten boxes," I
said.

We opened one of the boxes.  Taylor could take a piece of the popcorn, throw
it into the air and catch it in his mouth every time.  He said he learned
the trick from Zac.  He
finished the box and dug deep inside for the prize.

"My dad tells me that there used to be really cool prizes in Crackerjacks,"
Taylor said,
"There would be things in them like whistles and rings and stuff.  Not
anymore, though."

I said to him, "Yeah, my Mom jokes that's where my Dad got her wedding ring
from, out
of a Crackerjack box.  Don't tell me you're looking in there for one to give
me."

"Give me your hand, Jax," Taylor said.

He took my hand in his and pulled it to his mouth.  He looked up into my
eyes and
lovingly licked the back of my hand.  When it was wet, he put one of those
temporary
tattoos, he got from out of the Crackerjacks, onto my hand.  The tattoo left
a bright red
heart on my hand and the words, "Be Mine"  He was just so perfect.  He knew
just what
to do to make me melt.  I've said it before.  I love Taylor with all my
heart.

"There you go, Jax.  Consider yourself a marked man.  Just in case you find
your eyes
wandering to some other guy, just look down at your hand and know that you
are mine."

Taylor sprawled out on bed, laying on his stomach and resting his head on
hands.

"I don't think I'm gonna be able to move until morning, Jax.  I'm exhausted,
and sore.  My muscles are killing me!"

I grabbed my backpack and dug around until I found the bottle of baby oil I
brought with
me.  I don't know why I brought it, but after the fun we had the other
night, I decided to
always be prepared.  I offered to give Taylor a massage.  I would help him
melt away all
the soreness.  He said that I could, after all I already proved that I could
rub everything
else really well.

I ordered Taylor not to move, and to let me do all the work tonight.  I
crawled down his
body to untie and remove his shoes.  I wrapped my arms around his thin waist
and lifted him about an inch off the bed.  I unbuckled his belt and removed
his pants and shirt.  He laid there in just his boxers.  I opened one of the
trailer windows, letting the warm summer breeze in.

I wanted to put Taylor in a fully relaxed state, so I grabbed a handkerchief
and tied it over his eyes, blindfolding him.  I told him to clear his mind
and concentrate only on his sense of touch, I didn't want him to think of
anything other than my hands rubbing all over his body.

He jumped as he felt the cold, clear liquid dribble on his back.  The chill
caused his body to tense up more.  The next time I rubbed the oil between my
hands, warming it for my lover.  I straddled his thighs and  massaged the
point where  his neck met his shoulders.  I kneaded those muscles, pushing
and rubbing small circles in them until they were soft, then stretching out
further relaxing his shoulders.  Taylor moaned that it felt wonderful.

I worked my way down his spine, stroking the tense muscles all the way down,
running
my hands along his sides and under his arms, massaging his ribs.  He is so
thin, I could feel every sinuous muscle through his smooth, white skin.  I
tried to find patches of tension and help him by melting it away.  Taylor
kept up the small mews of pleasure. I
scooted back, skipping his boxer covered areas, and worked the hamstrings in
his thighs; then further down, tickling the soft soles of his feet.  Slowly,
his whole body  relaxed and he sighed quietly.

I stared at the glorious sight of his fair, almost translucent, skin
gleaming in the moonlight from the baby oil.  The sight of him made me
extremely hard.  I stopped his massage long enough to pull my shirt up over
my head and kick away my pants and boxers.

"What are you doing?" Taylor whispered, still blindfolded.  "Don't stop,
Jax.  This feels
so perfect.  You should get a job doing it.  I bet people would pay a
fortune!"  I told
Taylor he would be my only client, and since he never had any money, I would
make him pay in other ways.

"Just relax, Taylor.  Don't talk, don't think.  Just feel.  I want you to
feel me pulling your
boxers down with my teeth."

I leaned down and grasped the waistband of his boxers between my teeth and
tugged it down his slick body.  I looked up between his legs and saw
Taylor's pink balls smashed slightly beneath the weight of his body.  Then,
I moved back and poured more liquid into my hands and rubbed them together.
I moved my well oiled hands along his inner thighs, my fingers brushing
against those balls a couple of times.

Taylor's whole body shivered as he felt my warm hands spreading the baby oil
on his tight ass muscles.  I kneaded and squeezed his cheeks in my strong
hands.  First, I moved my hands along the outside then, slowly I drew my
fingers closer and closer together towards the center.  He let out a quick
gasp.  I continued working his butt, massaging between the cheeks.

I leaned forward to whisper into his ear.  As I moved closer to his ear, my
dick trailed
along his ass and rested on the small of his back

"Your ass is soooo hot, Taylor, just like the rest of you." I whispered.

He squeaked out, "It's yours anytime you want it, Jax"

I pulled off of him again, and grabbed for a strip of cloth.  I wanted
Taylor to just lay
there and feel me.  I didn't want him to feel anything but how much I loved
him.  I drew
his arms up over his head and tied his wrists together, forming the cloth
into a loose bow.  It wasn't tight, just enough to keep him where I wanted,
tied and blindfolded.

I leaned up again and kissed the nape of Tay's neck as I whispered, "I'm
going to fuck
you, Taylor.  I don't want you to move.  I don't want you to worry.  Just
lay there and
enjoy it.  I promise that you will love it."

I slid my oiled fingers up and down along his crack then slowly pushed one
into him.  He tensed up and thrust his groin into the bed, causing his back
to arch.   His head was out of control, rocking back and forth, twisting
side to side.  I put my other hand on his shoulder to steady him.

I whispered into his ear, "Just relax, Taylor.  I won't hurt you.  That's
the last thing I
would ever do to you.  Trust me, please."

I kept my finger very still inside of him so that he could get used to it,
then I slowly
started to wiggle it around.  I squirmed my slick finger around in his hole
and soon
enough, I could work in a second one.  Taylor moaned and buried his face
into the
mattress below.

Taylor did his best to relax and stay calm.  I ran my other hand back and
forth along his
spine again, trying to distract him from my probing  fingers below.

I took some more baby oil and began to lube up my dick.  My cock stood away
from my
body throbbing harder than ever in anticipation of what would happen next.
I was oozing precum by the gallon.  I looked down to see my lover's shiny,
waiting body.  There was no turning back.

I took my cock in my hand and rubbed it along his asscrack, then aimed it at
his tight,
pink hole.  I asked him if he was ready and he nodded, biting his lower lip.
I leaned my
weight forward and entered him slowly.  The oil and his relaxed muscles made
it so much easier.  I continued forward one inch at a time.  I would push in
a bit then stop, letting him get used to the feeling and calming myself as
well.  He was so tight, he could have made me cum instantaneously.  I
continued that way, pulling out a half of an inch then pushing in an inch.
Taylor writhed below me, experiencing it all.

Finally, I was fully buried in my lover.  I leaned forward, placing my mouth
to his ear.  I
whispered, "I'm all the way in, now the fun begins."   I wrapped my arms
under his,
hugging him tight, and slowly I began to move.

I slowly moved my hips, gently fucking Taylor. Tay could feel a wave of
warmth move
throughout his body as he felt the gentle anal massage.  His breathing was
in short pants at first but changed to long moans of pleasure.  My hands
slid along his chest and up to his open, moaning mouth.  He sucked on my
fingers as I slowly fucked his ass.

"God, you are so tight," I said. It felt incredible.  His ass was spasming
and contracting
around on my shaft, sending glorious waves of pleasure through me.  Taylor
moaned his approval beneath me.  I slid my hands down his body and twirled
his pubic hair in my fingers.  His dick was emitting waves of heat.  I
wrapped my hands around his sex and stroked him in time with each thrust of
my hips.

Taylor savored the feeling of being dicked.  He moaned and gasped as he felt
a thousand emotions at once.  We were connected at that moment, Taylor and
I.  His hands clenched and unclenched with each thrust, pulling at his bonds
that it held him.

"Faster, Jax.  Give it to me.  Oh God that feels good!" he screamed.  Taylor
tried to assist by thrusting back with his hips to meet me.

I shoved a pillow beneath Taylor and rose up to my knees.  I grasped his
hips and really
started to give it to him.  I gave him long strokes nearly pulling out and
then thrusting up
to the hilt.  My dick throbbed and pulsed as I grew closer to climax.

I could feel my orgasm boiling up in my balls.  I tried to fight it off, to
keep going but it
was like a knot in my penis and Taylor's ass was working the knot closer and
closer to
tip.  I looked down to my hand, holding Tay's hip to steady him, and saw the
tattoo he
gave me earlier.  That was the final step.  A sudden, intense pleasure raced
through my
body, more powerful than any before, and a exploded.  I filled Taylor's ass
with my hot
jizz.  I could feel the tremors rack Taylor's slim frame and he tensed up
completely
seconds before squirting the cum from his own engorged shaft.

I collapsed across Taylor's back, my softening penis still within him, and
reached up to
pull the bow, that tied his wrists, off.  Our chests were heaving and we
were covered in
sweat.  Taylor turned and removed the blindfold, staring into my eyes with
his dazzling
blues.  He had that goofy, puppy love look on his face.

"Thank you, Taylor.  Now we are both each other's first."

He kissed me and pulled my tattooed hand up for a kiss as well.  You know
those silly
girls who scream, `He touched me!  I'll never wash this hand again'?  I used
to make fun of them.  Well, at that moment, the only thing I could think of
was, "Taylor Hanson
touched me.  I'm never going to wash this hand again."  Silly, I know, but I
just love him
so much.  Nothing will ever tear us apart.

I looked over at the clock.  1:00 am.  We fell asleep in each other's arms.
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At 2:00 am, right on time, the cameras back at the house started their
routine upload of
the video they took for the day.  The tape traveled by satellite back to the
producers of the
TV show.
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