Date: Sun, 28 Jan 2001 13:01:03 -0800 (PST)
From: Reid <saboteur_98155@yahoo.com>
Subject: If Only- Chapter 1 (gay male/celebrity/soulmating)

S  O  U  L  M  A  T  I  N  G
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by reid


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|| DISCLAIMER  ||
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This story is meant to imply nothing about the
sexuality of the real people involved. Anything
mentioned from this point on is purely fictional and
not meant in any way but the highest regard.

The lyrics used within are not meant to imply anything
about the individual preferences, practices, or
lifestyle choices any of the musical artists mentioned.
The lyrics are not used for any personal monetary
profit...

If you have any objections to my writing, then why in
the name of Jesus are you reading this? I know some of
you might like Hanson but I don't buy the whole
"I didn't know it was a GAY STORY!" defense. So shut
up and don't send me any more hate mail you stupid,
obesessed little Christian girls.

As always.... Comments, Suggestions, and Criticisms
can be sent to saboteur_98155@yahoo.com

I'm trying hard to stay away from the "sophomore
letdown" with my second story. I hope you're all
liking it and eagerly anticipating further chapters.
Or you can just enjoy it and that's fine too.

WARNING!!! My stories contain mature themes and
may project images or scenarios that are
inappropriate for younger or sensative readers.

I can be reached on ICQ at 70639912...
Or on AIM at Reid00005992...

Enjoy!



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	"Zac... are you ready yet?" I called up the stairs.

	"Yeah. I have to find my shoes." He shouted back, his voice stifled.

He was probably routing behind the dresser again. How the kid managed to
lose his shoes every day was something that obviously wasn't meant to be
understood by the human mind. It didn't matter, though. It wasn't like we
were in too big of a hurry. I had wanted to get on the road soon enough to
avoid the parking debacle that usually went on at amusement parks. After
looking down at my watch and noting the time, I relaxed a bit and realized
that we had some time before the huge rush would hit and we'd spend most
of the day in the parking lot. Zac could take his time finding his shoes
and if it meant him wearing something other than his ratty old Converse
All Stars, he could take all the time in the world.

The back of my neck was starting to dampen with sweat as I strolled into
the cool shadowiness of the living room. After slouching down on the couch
and sighing, I began to wonder what was taking Zac so long but pushed it
to the back of my mind. We didn't need to hurry. Everything would be cool.
Already, the summer sun began to filter into the living room and even
through the slight shield of the glass, I felt it on my arm. Today would
be hotter than hell. I was glad I had my sunblock. Even more thankful that
I wasn't a fair-skinned, easily burned albino who had to wear sunblock
that was thick enough to stop bullets or weatherproof a submarine.

It was still a little early for me. Even though it was only about 9:30 in
the morning, it was still earlier than I usually liked to get up. My
rising time was almost always 9:45 and the extra fifteen minutes made a
big difference. Zac, however, was worth sacrificing that extra sleep-in
time if it meant spending the day with him. For the first time in quite a
while, we would actually have the chance to go do what we wanted without
fame pulling him away from me. I didn't exactly mind the blowjobs in the
dressing room showers but getting to sleep in a real bed and not having to
worry about a schedule was nice. Funny thing was that as I sat there
waiting for him, I was trying to keep a schedule after all. It's the kind
of irony that you only notice when you don't have much else on your mind.

>From upstairs, Zac's bedroom door shut and I heard him clunk down the
stairs to my relief. Finally, we were ready to go. My wallet was full,
plenty of money... some of it borrowed, plenty of time, plenty of sunblock,
and the best company I could ever imagine. Zac bounded down the stairs and
landed at the foot with a thud, his feet hitting the ground so hard that
it almost made the room shake. He knew how to be bristling without
actually being annoying. He knew how to toe the line perfectly.

He pulled his hair back, "You ready to go?"

I nodded as I looked at this outfit. He was wearing a white tank top,
baggy cutoff olive green pants, white socks for a change and his blue
sneakers. It wasn't my place to judge his clothing, I reminded myself and
checked to make sure I had everything. The money was still there, my newly
minted Oklahoma driver's license was there as well, and the sunblock.
Pulling the small brown bottle out of my pocket, I snapped it open.

"All right, take it off." I said, nudging his bare shoulder.

"Do you promise not to get horny?" He said, smiling sweetly.

Not saying anything, I rolled my eyes as he pulled the tank top off and
stood close to me. Trying to ignore his naked upper body, I smeared the
cocoa butter scented lotion onto my hands and evenly rubbed it into his
golden skin. Zac shivered dramatically and straighted his arms out,
allowing me to grease up the oft-neglected bottoms of his arms. It gave me
an odd warm charge as I felt the soft tufts of hair under his arms
brushing the backs of my hands, providing me with another of my unique
asthetic pleasures that Zac imparted plenty of. Unavoidably, the sensation
of rubbing the cool cream into his warm, tight skin caused a sturring in
my pants which I did my best to ignore. There wasn't anything to do except
work as quickly as possible, not missing a spot on his chest or back. He
turned around and closed his eyes as I smeared the goo onto his face and
neck, making sure to protect the backs of his ears and the back of his
hairline.

"Okay, you're coated." I said and closed the lid.

"I smell like Don Ho's buttcrack." He said as he pulled the tanktop back
on.

It took a second for the full image of his metaphor to sink in and when it
did, a shudder passed through me and I chuckled softly. If we waited any
longer, parking would become an issue. Quickly checking myself out one
last time as Zac went to let his parents know we were leaving, my mind
wouldn't let me forget the first sight of him. God, he was gorgeous. My
stomach fluttered and my knees threatened to turn to jelly right in the
hallway and I did my best to calm it back down. Something inside me felt
like there was an odd sense of urgency with our relationship. It was as if
I needed to fill some sort of quota before time ran out and we wouldn't be
able to be together anymore. Go figure, I thought, I've finally got all
the time in the world and I'm still trying to hurry up and beat some big
clock.

Zac bounded back into the hallway, tucking his hair up under his black
stocking cap, "This is gonna smell nasty in a few hours."

"It should be okay. You washed your hair last night."

"Yuppie yup yup." He squeaked and put on his sunglasses as he walked out
the front door.

It felt like the concrete of the front walk was on fire as we walked down
to my car. Like a true midwestern native, Zac wasn't at all daunted by the
heat and seemed a little impatient as I took a moment to get used to it.
Waisting no time, I hustled to the car and rolled down the windows,
wincing as the heat of the upholstered carseat hit me even through my
jeans. Zac jumped into the car next to me and his eagerness made me smile
as I removed the sunshade from the windshield and immediately turned on
the AC. Zac had already gone back to his charming habit of drumming on the
dashboard as we pulled out of the driveway and headed for the intersate.

After not too long, the cool air began to circulate in the car and it
wasn't such a furnace. It really was a beautiful day. Not a cloud in the
sky, and since it was still early in the day, the sun was still to my
right and it wasn't glaring in my eyes. The only thing that could be
considered a downside was the heat but even then, after nearly 20 years in
the frozen wasteland of Minnesota, it wasn't something that I'd call
misery. But, of course... being with Zac would be worth braving temperatures
twenty degrees higher. He was just that good company. I couldn't deny it.

"Can I turn on the radio?" He asked, yawning in mid-sentence.

Looking at him cautiously and getting an innocent grin in response, I
nodded my head as I put on my own shades and looked back at the road. Zac
turned on the radio and idly flipped through several of the stations, by
passing a country music network and a public radio broadcast. Maybe there
was hope for him yet. He continued to cycle through the strip, being very
picky about the music that would grace our ears. When nothing on the lower
half of the band sounded good, he went through the latter stations without
any better luck. Finally, the knob stopped turning and a familiar song
filled the car.

"Oh yeah! We're in da house!" Zac said, turning the radio up loud.

"Oh lord..." I said, unable to keep from smiling.

"I wanna hold you, and love you in my arms and then... I want to need you
'cause I need to be with you 'til the end... Then I hear myself reply you've
got to hold in... this time... tonight..." Zac sang, his voice hoarse and
incredibly unmelodious.

Shaking my head with a paper-thin façade of disgust, Zac air drummed as
the sounds of If Only played in the car. Normally, he didn't like to
listen to his own music, but it seemed as if this time was different. It
was a more lighthearted situation. Was there anything I could do other
than smile and enjoy the song? And enjoy the private serenade from the
basset hound sitting next to me. It was a beautiful day, we were going to
the second largest fun park in the land, and my date was Zac Hanson. Life
was definitely good.

*      *      *      *      *

"Quit jumping around. The line is moving as fast as it can." I said
subtly, headlocking Zac.

Even under my arm, Zac continued to fidget, "I know... but I just want to
get in so bad..."

Releasing him and sighing, I smiled and enjoyed the shade of the ticket
booth. We had only had to look for a few seconds for a parking spot and
luckily, it was only about a block from the park enterance. As we got
closer to the adobe carved archway, it didn't appear as though anyone was
cottoning on to Zac's real identity. To everyone else, he was just Homie
McFly on a summer weekend trip to the amusement park. The only thing looks
I did notice were some apprasing glances from the teenaged girls, and a
few older guys, taking a gander at his sparsely clothed upper body. He
didn't seem to worry about it so I made myself the promise not to do so
either.

At times, I worried about Zac's penchant for physical affection with me.
It made me feel a little weird when he'd jump on my back as we walked
somewhere, and I worried if it would give someone the wrong idea when in
fact, it was accurate as could be. It was almost more worrysome when Zac
was in disguise because people didn't immediately think, "It's Zac Hanson.
That's normal". When he was in disguise, people would only see what looked
like a little too affectionate teenaged boy dry humping his older
companion. Just the deep-seeded fear of homophobia rearing it's ugly head.

Zac leaned against me with his back against mine as eventually, there were
only two people between us and the park enterance. Not at all to my
surprise, one of the people was a crazy looking guy who seemed to have a
laundry list of questions concerning the park's fire exits. From the groan
behind me, Zac wasn't in the mood to wait, and when we could hear the
multitude of fun going inside, it made it even harder. Even I had to admit
that a small sense of excitement was starting to grow in my stomach. But
we'd have to wait. Swaying gently and hoping to help him relax, I rocked
Zac back and forth, and when he giggled and blew a raspberry, it made me
laugh. Zac could always make me laugh.

To my annoyance, the crazy guy just couldn't be satisfied until the poor
woman working the box office told him to take it up with security. When he
walked off, mumbling to himself, we were only one person away from getting
in. I heard Zac laugh and turned around to see that the street outside the
park had become quite clogged with cars as more and more people got into
the line behind us. When I turned towards the window and felt Zac lift his
leg up off the ground and try to balance, I was struck by how the muscles
in his back felt when they flexed. It made me shiver... a warm shiver.

"We're up." I said and Zac leaned off me as we walked to the window.

"How many?" The woman asked, looking like a baked potato in the
unventilated pod.

"Two. One adult and one child." I sat, sneering the last word and getting
a venomous look from Zac.

She smiled at our taunting and rung up the charge. Since we'd come earlier
in the day, it wasn't as expensive and as I opened my wallet, Zac made a
surprised gasping sound and grabbed his chest perilously. Obviously he was
suggesting that I was cheap. Which I wasn't. I would just rather not throw
my money away on creature comforts. Giving him only a wounded look, I
passed the money through the slot and after she rung up the charge, and
motioned our hands forward. In a somewhat childish rush, we both tried to
get our hand in first. In the hurry to stuff our arms inside, Zac's arm
brushed mine and as he leaned forward, the muscle of his shoulder rested
warmly against my cheek. I fought with the urge to lick or kiss him
playfully as the cashier laughed and stamped our hands with a charming red
star.

For the few seconds we were jammed inside together, my nose caught Zac's
scent... the intoxicating mix of Hawaiian Tropic sunscreen, spearmint gum,
and teenaged-boy sweat. When we were both marked and approved for entry,
we slid our arms out of the hamster cage and hustled around towards the
front gate. Probably to onlookers who weren't keen to our relationship, we
looked like two very energetic young men enjoying life. To his credit, Zac
usually did quite a good job of fitting in as he could adapt to
non-celebrityhood with a quick and almost grateful ease.

As we down the row, my mind thought back to Zac's and my mad rush to get
our hands inside the box office first, resulting in a collison of our
arms. My forearm and bicep still tingled with the sensation of his muscles
bulging against my skin. The gooey feeling came back to my stomach and my
head felt light while my knees weren't much better. Once we were out of
earshot and alone in the small hedge lined passageway, Zac smiled.

"How come you didn't lick me or something?" He sounded dissapointed as he
adjusted his stocking cap.

"Zac... we were in a crowd."

"We gotta start the coming out process somewhere." He shrugged and leaned
up to quickly nip my earlobe.

Quicker than I could retaliate, he smiled and slapped me on the ass before
darting towards the front gate and leaving me in his dust. For a second, I
stood in the sun and smiled to myself, wondering who the hell I'd
impressed to get so damn lucky. From around the corner of the curved
walkway, I could hear the bells and sounds of the amusement park and I
felt a very natural excitement. It was the eagerness to have fun. Zac had
it and he was giving it to me like some sugar coated, fudged dipped,
non-harmful and very enjoyable drug. He was making me high on life.

"Hey Reid!" Zac shouted from around the corner, "Hurry up!"

His voice snapped me back into reality and for a second, I cringed and
worried if someone might recognize his voice. The lack of squealing voices
didn't suggest anyone did and I laughed at the impatience in his voice.
Checking my wallet again and straightening my sunglasses, I smiled and
began walking again, taking a little more time than necessary just to
goose Zac a bit and make him appreciate me that much more.

*      *      *      *      *

"Ewww..." Zac giggled softly and turned away, discreetly fanning his nose.

"Yeah." I said, nodding my head and turning away.

Our first stop into the park, at Zac's urging, was a trip to the petting
zoo. As our luck would have it, we got there on the day that all the
minature ponies had diarrhea and had been... squirting. The smell wasn't as
bad as other animal produced fecal matter but in the hot closed off air of
the petting zoo, it was pretty damn nasty. Moving on down the line, Zac
was adorably charmed by the newborn litter of silver-tip rabbits who,
according to the zookeeper, had been born just a few days ago. She seemed
to notice how enthralled he was by them and when she offered to let him
hold one, his face lit up like I'd rarely seen before.

After sitting him down on a hay bale and making him smear his hands with a
water-free cleanser, she carefully picked up one the babies. It looked so
small as she set it down in his hands, and the size of his hands made it
look even smaller. The little bunny was only about as big as a cassette
tape and it was completely hairless. The zookeeper told us that the bunny,
aptly named Gus, would be getting fuzz in a few days or so before his real
fur would come in in about a week. His ears were pointed almost straight
back against his head and his eyes were shut tight, as was natural for
newborn bunnies. It was pretty interesting but at the same time, it was a
little hard to take. Baby rabbits were born underground, and while it
looked as though the incubator was perfectly competant, nothing could
compare to the natural conditions chosen by the parent.

All my animal rights activist innter-ranting was quieted as I watched Zac.
He was smiling and cooing softly at the bunny, stroking it gently with his
index finger. It was such a sweet sight that I had to resist going "awww"
because I knew how much Zac hated it. He wouldn't have heard me. He and
Gus were in their own little world together. The kid who could never have
a pet because his family posessed a grab bag of allergies and the little
baby bunny who would take all the love and affection he could get. Gus
responded to the attention and wiggled his tiny pink nose just slightly,
the zookeeper saying that bunnies do so to learn about their surroundings.
The sight of Gus' pink skin against the tan of Zac's hand was akin to
something from a new age wildlife painting.

"Look how little he is." Zac said, wondorously.

An exhausted mewling noise caught our ears as Zac looked up. The zookeeper
explained that the mother was worried because she didn't know where her
baby was. With a reverent promptness, Zac handed Gus to the zookeeper and
she set him back down in the straw bed with the rest of the litter and the
mother. After finding Gus to be unharmed and well taken care of, the
mother settled back down and continued to munch on a sprig of parsley. I
always liked how rabbits seemed to have a look of intelligence that other
animals lacked with various degrees of severity.

"You okay?" I asked as we walked down the line of the petting zoo.

Zac was quiet for a second and then he smiled, "Yeah, I'm fine. That was
just so cool, you know?"

We stopped and looked at a large peacock, "Babies love you Zac. It's
obvious."

He smiled and squatted down, tenderly stroking one of the peacock's
fluorescent wings, "It's all your fault. You've turned me from a razor
sharp adolescent into a mushy, sentimental doofus."

I leaned against the railing, "You complaining?"

He looked up at me, his eyes visible above the rim of the sunglasses,
"Nah, not today, at least."

I rolled my eyes, "What an honor, Mr. Hanson."

"She doesn't like it here." Zac said, watching as the peacock ruffled it's
feathers and clucked weakly.

"Who would?"

Zac nodded and stood up, brushing his hands off on the seat of his cutoffs
as we walked further down the line. This place had a nicer assortment of
animals than other parks I'd been to. Several sheep had been crowded into
a smaller than comfortable pen which again made me feel a little hot
inside. Zac took a great deal of joy in gently touching every animal that
didn't look crazy or hostile towards humans. We stopped at every booth in
the hot steel building. The sheep, pigs, baby ducklings, and goats all got
a visit from Zac and he took time to carefully touch and talk to each
animal that would let him do so.

It wasn't too surprising to see them respond gratefully to someone who
didn't smack them or yank on their extremities, and they repaid him by
coming right over. It gave me a warm feeling to see how much he enjoyed it
when a rickety, ancient old goat that had lived there for ages came over
and ate a handful of pellets from his hand. It was a very sweet thing to
see. Several times, as he talked to the animals, people around Zac gave
him an odd look and I could tell his voice sounded familiar to them. They
didn't pursue it and let him be, which was nice as well. I probably looked
like a proud father... which was really gross.

*      *      *      *      *

"Throw it OVER the peg, Reid. OVER the peg." Zac laughed.

I stopped and looked at him, "Thank you for your coaching. I'm doing
fine."

Zac scoffed, "You ain't won nothin' yet."

My fingers tightened around the ring and I was filled with a burning
desire to suceed. Just suceed and shut him up. How sweet it would be to
just get the ring around one of the furthest pegs and win one of the huge
son of a bitch prizes and make his loudmouth ass carry it. That would be
the perfect retribution. Gritting my teeth together and squinting my eyes,
I aimed at the back row and held my breath, focusing like a supercomputer.
Treating the toss like it was all or nothing and the fate of the world
balanced on my throw, my hand released the ring and let it fly.

"Back row winner!" The barker said and walked to the large prize rack.

I turned to Zac triumphantly, "How about that?"

He looked at the ground meekly, "Good job, Reid."

"That's right!" I said, strutting over to the rack.

My win was aparrently a pretty big one as the barker told me that my
sucessful toss had won my choice of a prize from the biggest, most
awkwardly made rack. The choice of prizes was pretty garish. A giant
Pikachu, a stuffed plush doll of Homer Simpson, a huge white tiger, Woody
from Toy Story... and a rabbit. Looking behind me, I saw that Zac had
occupied himself with a dart throwing game, watching as two squaking teen
girls took an inane amount of glee in the contest. He was seeing how close
he could get to them before they had any clue who he was. Luckily for his
eardrums, the disguise was still foolproof and he knew it as the girls
kept their peabrains zeroed in on the game.

Turning back to the counter, my eyes perused the selection for only a
second before I smiled and pointed to the rabbit. With a long hooked tool,
it came down from the rack and landed, soft and plush, in my arms. Zac
still had his back turned to me as I snuck up on him from behind. He
continued to watch the game as I angled the rabbit's furry head and pink
glass nose against his neck and smacked my lips, giving him a stuffed
bunny kiss on his neck.

Zac turned around and when he saw the rabbit, he grinned, "Whoa... awesome."

"Yeah. It's mine but if you ask nice, you can look at it." I said with the
selfish tone of a kindergartner.

He looked genuinely dissapointed, "Oh... okay."

I laughed and crammed the huge furry thing into his arms, "Here. I can't
get you a real rabbit so I got you a stuffed one."

We walked down the aisle of the kiosks as Zac held the stuffed animal
under his arms. It was so huge that he had to adjust it almost constatly
to keep it from falling on the ground. The big floppy ears kept drooping
into his face as he walked. But he didn't complain. The white fur probably
felt good against his skin. For a moment, I considered rubbing in my
triumph some more but it seemed like a real petty thing to do. He loved
his new, huge, grotesque friend  and the three of us would have the rest
of the day to get accquainted with one another.

*      *      *      *      *

"Okay... just... yeah, let me sit down."

"Oh shit..." Zac whispered worriedly, helping me sit down on the bench.

"Yeah... that was very bad," I said, closing my eyes and catching my breath,
"But I'll live."

Zac laughed and sat down next to me, picking Gus Jr. off the ground by the
bench, "Nobody took our baby."

"We'll have to try harder next time." I said, wiping the sweat from my
brow.

"Don't say that!" Zac gasped, "You've hurt Gus Jr.'s feelings. Apologize!
You kiss him!"

"Get that out of my face." I groaned, pushing the furry mug away from
mine.

"Awww... are you okay? For real?" Zac asked, a concerned edge in his voice.

I nodded and leaned forward, holding my head between my legs. At Zac's
urging, we'd just been on the most gutwrenching, intestine contorting ride
in the entire park. For the longest six and a half minutes of my life, we
rode the ride respectfully referred to as "The Bonestripper". A whopping
eight loops and three tunnels of complete darkness had taken me on a ride
the likes of which I'd hoped never to go on. Zac had practically had to
carry me off the ride as my stomach untied itself from around my ankle and
my head felt like it had been whipped around in a centrifuge. Zac, on the
other hand, enjoyed himself immensely and took great pleasure in
recounting the most bending parts of the ride as we walked to the food
court.

As much as it pained me to admit, the ride had actually been fun. It was a
real shot of adrenaline no matter how much I wanted to piss on it with my
slight motion sickness. There was another funny thing. Zac could get
nauseated if the car went over a speedbump wide of the mark yet he could
go on the most churning, nauseating rides in the world without so much as
a twinge in his stomach. He got selective motion sickness based on the fun
of the situation. Who could blame him?

By the time we got off all the heavy-duty rides, the park had begun to
fill up quite a bit. I was glad we had the good sense to go early enough
to not have to deal with it. While the newcomers would be crowded into
lines for the rides, Zac and I would be enjoying a leisurely meal. A
lesiurely, grease soaked, deep fried meal on a dingy picnic table. Good
God, how I missed eating amusement park food! Grease, salt, and a thick
coating of ketchup made a good meal even better.

We got in the line and waited, only taking a minute before we got to the
ordering window. The cashier smiled at the sight of Gus Jr as he broke a
roll of quarters into the cash register. He did have quite the winning
personality. After shifting Gus from his right to his left arm, Zac seemed
to want badly to take off the sunglasses but he knew better. It would be
inviting a gush of autograph seekers who would most likely go for the
rabbit before anything else.

"What do you guys want?" He asked.

"Two jumbo dogs with bacon and cheese, large fries, and a large Dr.
Pepper." Zac said.

As the cashier took his order, I was a bit taken aback by the size of his
order, "Hungry?"

"Yup." Zac said, setting Gus Jr. on the ground at his feet as he aired his
arms out.

I squinted as the cashier looked at me, "I'll have a bacon burger and
fries. Large iced tea."

When our order was typed in and I paid the slightly steep but well worth
it price, we moved down towards the pickup window and waited. As the sun
got higher in the sky, the heat had only gotten more and more intense but
the sunblock did it's job. The bare skin of Zac's shoulders, chest, and
upper arms only looked their usual bronzed tan without a hint of redness.
I almost got lost in my own dreamy world as I gazed at how the sun light
glistened slightly on his naturally dark but still sun touched flesh. The
tan was even more noticable against the mostly spotless white of his
tanktop. His skin tone seemed to make the brawny, wide muscles of his
upper arms and shoulders much more pronounced. Quite droolorific, really.
And completely unburnt. I took care of him. I made sure that his precious
skin was protected from the sun. Zac looked at me, shielding his eyes from
the sun and noticed that I was smiling slightly.

"What?" He asked, smiling back.

"Nothing," I shrugged, "I'm just damn perfect for you."

Zac laughed, "Just figure that out?"

I shook my head and turned around to take our order, "No. Just reminding
you."

We walked over to the awning covered dining area a few feet from the
ordering station, me carrying the tray and Zac carrying the stuffed
rabbit. Choosing a table at the back of the place, still taking steps not
to be recognized, we sat down on the same side of the table. Gus Jr. sat
at the end with Zac in the middle, his leg draped over my knee as always.
After drenching his hotdogs in mustard and relish, he dug into them
hungrily. After a few horse sized bites, he would take a short break for a
drink of soda and a few fries before digging back in. He managed to eat
without much sloppiness, which was really very impressive.

"You were hungry." I said between bites of my own food.

Zac mumbled in the affirmative, his mouth full. He was cute. He was an
adorably unrefined yet still reigned in enough to be very charming in a
social situation. It was times like that, sitting at a picnic table at an
amusement park on a blazing summer day, that I realized how truly lucky I
was. It was weird because if looked at him, there was next to no clue that
he was Zac Hanson. Just looking at him, he was some kid, albeit one with a
chiseled jawline and a built torso to drop-dead for, wearing a stocking
cap and sunglasses. He didn't need to be who so many people knew him as. I
loved him for him. Good for me.

When the food was gone, Zac and I spent quite a while sitting at the table
looking out at the throng of people moving up and down the line. It was
fun to people watch and thanks to my blessings, I had gotten a lot of
chances to do so in many different places. After taking off my sunglasses
and rubbing the bridge of my nose, I sighed and looked at Zac. Everytime I
saw him, I wondered how people could even suggest that being gay wasn't as
valid or pure a love as any other kind. It just didn't make sense to me.
It made me feel like Marge Gunderson in Fargo where she asks at the end
why everything mattered compared to the beautiful day outside. Life is too
short to hate people. I just couldn't understand how people didn't
understand that.

Zac slurped the last of the soda from his cup and let out a low belch,
"Ready to go back out?"

"Yeah, let's go." I said and finished the rest of my drink, shaking my
head and still wondering.

*      *      *      *      *

"Oooh..." Zac said, waving his fingers mockingly.

Immediately after, a loud crash of thunder and the shrill cackle of a
witch rolled through the dark house and Zac jolted, startled by the noise.
I snickered ridiculingly and pointed at him, taking an extravagant
amusement in how his sarcasm had so quickly been neutralized. He stuck his
tounge out at me and smiled, sticking his index finger in my ear as best
he could around Gus Jr.'s large face. The cart we were riding in jerked
again and shook as we traveled down the rusty rail, no other ghosts or
ghouls jumping out at us.

Other than the thunder, Zac's sarcasm had been definitely justified. Eager
for a break from the searing sun outside, we fled into the dark confined
of the haunted house and for the majority of the ride, it had been more
boring than ladies golf. The three younger kids behind us enjoyed it quite
a bit and their shocked gasps followed by innocent giggling made me smile.
After the one truly jolting moment, everything else seemed to be a
letdown. When the train of carts brought us back into the open air, my
lungs enjoyed the non-musty atmosphere.

When the carts stopped, I climbed out and watched as Zac struggled to get
a good hold on the rabbit and get himself out at the same time. After a
few good seconds of amuse at his expense, I reached out and offered his
hand, which he gratefully grabbed and pulled himself out, holding onto to
the bunny with his left arm. As soon as we were upright and on solid
ground, we walked across the wooden platform and down the steel steps, not
sure of where to go next.

"Where to?" I asked, swatting away a mosquito.

Zac shrugged, "After that, I don't think I could handle anything too
exciting."

According to my watch, it was only about 3:30pm which was far too early to
leave after getting up so early to come here. We ambled down the aisle,
Zac shifiting the rabbit from one arm to the other and shaking his free
arm, ventilating it. As we walked, he also scratched his head restlessly
and I could tell he wanted to take the hat off. His hair was probably
making his head feel like it was wrapped in an angora sweater. It was
pretty interesting how he had to sacrafice his personal comfort for the
kind of privacy that every person should just have. One of the downsides
to being a celebrity, I guessed.

We stopped at a snow cone stand for a cold treat. It wasn't a snow cone
stand, really. The sign said Italian ice but it was being sold by a bony
red haired kid with a goofy paper hat named Seth. But before I could make
more fun of him, he served two people in front of us with an impressive
speed. This Seth was good at his job. When our turn came, Zac eagerly
ordered a chocolate pina colada which just the thought of made my teeth
ache. Regardless of Zac's dissapointment, I ordered a modest grape vanilla
for myself and I had to admit that it tasted very good.

As we ate, Zac holding his bunny under one arm and slurping the melting
ice in the other, we walked down the row between the kiosks. It was so
much fun to be with him. It almost reduced me to sappiness and saccharine
coated baby talking every time I realized how well we fit together. We fit
together extremely well at night when all the syrupy sweet baby talking
actually did go on between us with no inhibitions. Zac told me that
instead of being nauseated by it, he enjoyed it. I did too.

"Hey Reid." He said as he threw the empty paper cone away and elbowed me.

"Hmm?" I said and finished off my own snow cone, not really paying
attention.

"Over there." He said softly.

Turning away from looking at a pager sales booth, I looked to where Zac
was indicating and saw that he was pointing to the love tunnel ride. When
we made eye contact, he smiled and looked at me and the question was in
his eyes. That didn't seem like the best idea to me. Two young men going
on that ride wouldn't agree with the midwestern heartland values and
beliefs of what it means to be right and morally pure. The day had been so
much fun that I didn't exactly want us to end up in the parking lot behind
the park with our faces beaten in and MTV news reporting the next day that
Zac Hanson had been found trampled to death.

"I don't think so." I said and shook my head.

"Oh come on." Zac said, holding Gus Jr. under his right arm and grabbing
my hand with his left and practically dragging me over to the entrance.

The ticket taker didn't seem to put off by us and even smiled, "Don't
cause too much trouble."

"We'll try not to." Zac said in his 'politician' voice, making me worry
about being recognized.

After handing over four tickets, we were admitted onto one of the white
swan shaped boats and as it jiggled under our weight, I wondered if Zac's
stomach could stand it. His eagerness didn't decrease as he sat down
heavily on the bench and looked at me, waiting for me to get in. He had
arranged it a little suspiciously by stuffing the rabbit to his right so
that he'd be sitting in the middle. When I looked back, nothing seemed out
of place as guy taking the tickets was more interested in counting the
number of tickets in his little pouch. That was a relief.

Easing down into the seat next to Zac, my insides got a little thrill when
I realized the boat was small enough that Zac and I would have to sit
pressed up against it each other. It was a wonderfully snug fit. Zac
didn't seem to notice it as he was making sure that the fuzzy rabbit ears
wouldn't be dragging the water. When he turned back and faced forward, his
shoulder brushed my cheek and the silky heat resonating from his skin
coupled with his natural scent made me feel a little lightheaded. 'Twas a
true blessing to be sitting down at that point because if I hadn't been, I
probably would have keeled over.

With little warning, the cart jerked forward and rocked in the small moat
that flowed into the pink confines of the ride. Zac grunted with a
dramatic tone as we traveled forward, gliding easily on the water. Our
goofy swan traveled through a downy archway into the dimly lit interior of
the ride, the shadiness and cool temperature was a welcome change from the
outside. Shifting my ass against the wooden seat, I relaxed and leaned
back, not really interested in the cheesy hearts and cupids that hung
inside the small pink and red tunnel.

Zac shivered and with some caution, pulled the stocking cap off his head
and it felt like a cloud of steam rose from his scalp. His long, slightly
greasy ponytail flopped out down his back and he scratched his sweltering
scalp vigorously. Invariably, I became almost hypnotized by him as he took
the sunglasses off and dropped them on his lap with the sweaty black
thermal hat. He was Zac Hanson again. Rock star and teeny bopper wet
dream. Looking over to my side and smiling loopily, I did my best to get
control over my hormones and I immediately chastised myself for being such
a sucker for his looks.

Sighing softly, Zac stretched his long legs out over the front of the
boat, "I got goosebumps."

I looked at his exposed skin before turning back to look at the incredibly
garish decor, "Yeah. It's nice to get out of the sun."

"It's not the temperature, Reid."

"Hmm?" I said, turning back towards him.

Without warning, Zac's lips were against mine, kissing me and moving in a
fluid motion. A surprised squeak was the only response I could give as his
lips glided over mine, pleasuring me with their warm plumpness. My hand
went to the back of his head and held it tenderly, feeling his lips part
and the hot tip of his tounge begin to poke into my mouth. Several wisps
of his heat frizzed hair tickled my forehead as new drops of perspiration
began to stand out on us. My kisses moved from his mouth to his cheek and
over to the vast expanse of his neck and broad shoulders as he gasped and
squirmed in the seat.

A certain amount of naughty pleasure added to our fun as my hand fell from
the back of his head to his shoulder, holding the bulging muscle. It felt
as though Zac's arm muscles were rippling with pleasure as we made out, my
lips smacking wetly as they tasted his skin and kissed the warm flesh. The
skin of his neck tasted salty and aroused, his pores opening and pouring
out a scent of musky arousal, drawing me in even more. The gentle motion
of our boat was relaxing and we knew that there wouldn't be any danger of
being seen... at least not by anyone that could get our clear picture.

Zac moaned and his body shivered as my lips kissed his neck and nibbled
his adam's apple gently, lapping my tounge playfully over the small round
knob. After I slid my arm around the back of his neck, Zac let his head
fall back, exposing his throat and upper chest to my mouth. With a careful
yet firm pressure, my nibbling traveled down between his pecs and gently
gnawed at the firm muscle. More sweat ran down Zac's cheeks and his long
neck as he moaned again, his chest heaving and expanding against my mouth.
Leaving a pink trail of arousal on his chest, I nibbled back up onto his
collarbone and kissed the bounty of his broad shoulders, licking and
grazing the pungent sweatiness of his membrane.

Against my cheek, Zac's heart pounded and sped up in his chest as my left
hand started above his knee and slowly traveled up his cutoffs. Rubbing
firmly up his outstretched leg, my hand soon found the growing swell at
the front of his shorts. Zac responded to my first squeeze with a panting
moan and a thrust, urging his crotch into my hand. Under the thick fabric,
my palm could feel the heat coming of his dick as he strained against the
fabric. With a frustrated groan, Zac's left hand shot down next to mine
and he began to unzip himself, fully intent on getting naked right then
and there.

"Zac," I wheezed, "Zac, we're at the end of the ride."

Zac made an annoyed growling noise and sat up straight, mopping the thick
drops of sweat from his shoulders. With a sour look on his face, he pulled
the cap back on over his hair and mopped his forehead before rehanging the
dark sunglasses over his ears. He sighed and made a soft whipping sound,
trying to tame the beast in his pants as the light at the end of the ride
grew and got closer. I had to do the same, making a concerted effort to
flaccidize my erection and make it look less like we'd been doing exactly
what we'd been doing.

The swan brought us back out into the blinding sunlight of the day. With a
thump against the rubber barrier, the ride came to an end as we got up
from the bench and stepped back onto the platform. No one seemed to give
us an odd look as Zac carried the momentarily forgotten rabbit down with
him and back onto the concrete walkway. Zac's taste was still in my mouth,
a mix of his snow cone syrup and his own natural taste, and it tickled my
taste buds as we walked. Our posture was well practiced and honed to look
exactly as it was meant to seem to the untrained eye: close enough to seem
like good friends but far enough away to not suggest anything. It was 4pm
and I knew it was getting close to a good time to leave to avoid the rush.

Zac dropped down on a bench under a large tree and held the bunny in his
lap, "Whew... I'm tired."

I eased myself down next to him and enjoyed the shade, "How's our baby?"

"I think we might've scarred him for life." Zac said, examining where his
sweat had caused the artificial fur to clump together like the coat of a
dog after it had been sprayed with a hose.

I yawned, the heat having taken more out of me than I thought, "He'll
live."

"Thank you, Reid." Zac said, moving Gus Jr. and sliding over dangerously
close to me.

"For?"

"For coming here," He scratched his head, "I know that these kinds of
places aren't what you like to do. It's really cool of you to take me here
and pay for it and buy food and treats for us and stuff. I mean, you could
have said no when I asked and it would have been okay but you said yes and
I want you to know that I realize how cool you are."

"Awww..."

"You know what I mean... you're really cool, Reid. I know that I probably
don't tell you  that enough."

I smiled and blushed slightly, "You tell me in your own odd, offbeat
Albertanian way, Zac."

He leaned in close, "I'm really glad you turned me into a sentimental
doofus, Reid."

I smoothed the hem of his cap, "It's been my pleasure."

*      *      *      *      *

         "Do you seriously think it's legal to be any more comfy than we
are right now?" Zac asked, languidly curling and wiggling his toes on the
coffee table as he stretched back out next to me on the couch.

         "The best stuff never is." I murmured, kissing him on the
forehead.

         "Mmmmmm.... This is what you'd call most definitely worth it,
then." He said, smiling as he nestled his ass into the couch and snuggled
up against me.

         "It better be. You're too pretty to go to jail." I said and
squeezed him, his warm heap feeling like a big cuddly toy in my arms. Not
unlike Gus Jr., who sat on Zac's other side.

         Zac didn't have much to say in response except to nuzzle my neck
and kiss me wetly, hugging me back and relaxing. If there was a more
heavenly place in the world than that dark rec room, it would be news to
me. The only light in the room came from the soft yellow glow of the
stereo radio panel and a gentle black candle on the top of the small CD
case next to the stero. It cast a golden, almost saintly hue over us. From
the speakers, a local Tulsa radio station was playing their usual Saturday
night romantic music request show. When he plopped down on the couch and
Zac went for the stereo, it surprised me that he'd eagerly put on the soft
love songs. Yet again, I sure wasn't complaining.

         The air conditioning had been running all day while we'd been out
and the small basement leisure room was delightfully cool and pleasant. It
was quiet as well. For once, Zac and I could cuddle and speak in ways that
would gross out anyone else who wasn't us. Word had been given upstairs
that we were to be given complete privacy as we relaxed, meaning there
would be no parental or sibling intrusions. Zac told me that the room was
ours for as long as we wanted, only making it that much more relaxing. It
only got better when Zac pulled out a few sticks of soft cherry incense
that made the room smell delightful. Even though I hated that word a great
deal, it was the only one that actually truly described how it felt.

         It was nice even if it wasn't complete freedom to show our love.
Fine dining, dancing, and penguin-like tuxedos didn't really compare to
cuddling Zac while he was wearing his Doobie Brothers t-shirt and red Nike
swim trunks. It was the perfect outfit to compliment the evening to a
truly flawless day. It helped greatly that the sunblock worked, leaving us
pleasantly sunbaked and golden-browned evenly. The day out in the sun had
done us quite a bit of good, really. But then again... it wasn't like Zac
wasn't already perfectly bronzed and tanned and toned beyond all
resistable limits.

          "I like this song." I said, hugging him again as 'Hold On To The
Nights' played softly from the speakers.

          "Me too. I appreciate songs like that now." Zac said, peeling an
orange.

          "Oh yeah." I kissed him on the cheek.

          "Uh oh," Zac said, as a violin melody came from the speaker,
"Not this one."

          "Awww..." I drawled, hugging him close.

          As if on some cue, "I Don't Wanna Miss A Thing" by Aerosmith
began to play and Zac wiped his eyes with his wrist. It was really cute.
Normally, he was like some nonemotional statue that never cried but
something about that song always got him choked up and gently drew the
tears out of him. He sniffled and went back to peeling the orange, sending
the sweet scent to my nose as I couldn't resist and kissed him again. As
the song played and then quieted, Zac laid his head on my shoulder as he
ate the fruit slowly, savoring each bite.

          "I'll be there... to comfort you... build my world of dreams around
you, I'm so glad I found you..." Zac sang softly between bites as Mariah
Carey covered The Jackson 5 with a choir on backup.

          "Okay, we're getting a little too damn sugary here."

          Zac frowned half-heartedly, "Here, rebuild your insulin base."

          He popped a section of the orange into my mouth and I chewed it
carefully, not wanting to send a squirt of citric acid right into his eye.
Zac was idly swaying his foot back and forth as the music played, slipping
into an area between sleep and being awake. It was a very nice, very
soothing place to be. Some pretty good songs came through the radio as we
sat there, listening and holding each other, enjoying each other's
private, undisturbed company. Amy Grant, Bonnie Tyler, Seal... a who's who
of soft romantic music serenaded us as we sat there. It was just so
relaxing to almost, but not quite, a pee in your pants level of comfort.

         Zac swallowed the last of the orange, "I got something
interesting today."

         "Are they scabs or boils?"

         "Shut up, I'm serious." He pulled out a newspaper. It had a
rainbow on it.

         "Ahhh... a gay publication. Very nice." I said, looking at it.

         "Ava got it for me," He said as he set aside the discarded peel,
"Turn to the zodiac section."

         I turned to the horoscopes, "What am I looking for?"

         "Read the part about Libra."

         "That's you." I said, perusing the paragraph.

         Zac didn't say anything until I looked up, smiling slightly,
"What do you think?"

         I squinted, "You paid for it."

         "I did not! It's totally serious!"

         The article he'd shown me contained a letter from a Libra reader
who had written in and asked about his perfect atrological match. The
columnist went on to say that Libra boys will find happiness with Scorpio
boys. According to the anicent charts, Libra boys and Scorpio boys quickly
become lifelong soulmates and form a very deep, very committed love that
often lasts "more than one lifetime." As much as I wanted to let it make
me feel all warm and fuzzy inside, I still thought that Zac might have had
them put it in or something. But from the smile on his face, I knew it was
for real. We had the stars on our side, as well.

         "Wow." I said and set the paper on the lower shelf of the table.

         "Hey, we're soulmates. Nostradamus himself has declared it," Zac
giggled and nibbled my chin playfully, "You know what we oughta do next?
We should go on the bus."

         "I thought you didn't like wearing that hat."

         He scoffed, "I won't wear the hat. No one will mess with me as
long as I've got my kung fu TNT badass by my side."

         "You already pushed the envelope today. Isn't that enough?"

         Zac giggled, "One girl recognized me."

         This was news to me, "When?"

         "While you were takin' a leak. She came up to me and almost
hyperventilated. She was okay but it wasn't like I was going to stand
there all day and hold her hand or anything." Zac said and leisurely
circled his barely exposed belly button with a bit of the orange pith.

         "Glad to see you care about the fans there, Prozac."

         Zac shrugged, "She obviously felt that since I was on my own
time, I owed her for something. I mean, I wasn't exactly rude but you and
I were spending the day together. I mean, do I have some obligation to
entertain some teeny bopper airhead when all I want to do is chill out and
be with you?"

         He definitely had a point.

         Zac relaxed, stretching back out and crossing his leg across his
knee, "That shit happens, right?"

         "Yep." I said, kissing the top of his head.

         I snuggled up to him, "I knew we'd be together one day. Even when
we weren't actually together."

         "Me too." He said and kissed the tip of my nose.

         "You didn't even know me."

         "Sure, I did." He said matter-of-factly.

         "Oh really?"

         "Yup."

         "From where?" I asked, thinking he was just sweettalking me.

         Zac moved and sat facing me, looking me in the eye, "KeyArena...
July 21st, 1998... I saw you the first time from backstage when you were
waiting outside the bathrooms for the guy you were with. During the show,
when I saw you again, you were in the right side, upper level, second row
back. You were wearing a white t-shirt underneath a black kevlar-style
vest. The guy you were with was wearing a dark blue or black t-shirt, I
don't really remember, and a camoflauge coat. He kept laughing and making
fun of us during the show and you'd kinda laugh with him but you were
really trying to listen to the music and you had this sexy, dreamy smile
on your face as you looked at me. You were obviously totally in love with
me and everytime I looked over at you, it gave me this weird gummy feeling
inside. Everytime I kind of tried to make eye contact with you and smile,
you looked away and blushed."

        I was dumbfounded, "Oh my God."

        Zac smiled and kissed me gently, "I fell in love with you right
then and there. It hurt me then because there was no real way I could talk
to you or let you know how I felt. I thought about you a lot and tried to
forget but you were always there. Like always in my heart. You were the
sexy hunk from the Seattle concert that I could always think about and
smile. There were times when I thought about you as I... did my thing. I
laid in bed and wondered about you and all that goofy stuff. I wasn't
obsessed but you were definitely there in my heart."

        "Whoa..."

        "Up until the day I caught you in our tour bus, I had kind of
figured I'd never see you again. When I found out we'd be coming to
Seattle on the tour, I got a little tickle in my stomach but I told myself
the odds of seeing you again were really bad. But when I saw you," Zac
smiled with an almost reverie-like happiness, "Reid... dude, when when I saw
you again I knew that there was no chance I could let you go. There was no
way I could just let my soulmate leave me. Like I couldn't let this
heaven-sent second chance leave again."

        I was speechless. Zac smiled with genuine pleasure and kissed me
on the cheek. The bastard actually remembered me. It was scary because I
thought I had done a damn good job of hiding my obvious love for him when
I was at that concert. It was truly disturbing but at the same time,
incredibly wonderful feeling. Knowing that he actually remembered me and
kept on remembering made our relationship feel like more than the teeny
bopper crush it had always had a heavy air of feeling like. Our love was
truly mutual.

       A new song began to play on the radio and Zac sat up, elbowing me
gently and grinning from ear to ear. At first, I wasn't all that sure what
he was so excited about but as more of the song played, I began to
understand and hugged him, feeling him smile and hug me back, kissing my
neck and cheek firmly. It was our song. As if it weren't enough, the DJ
began to speak before the lyrics began and instantly, I knew why Zac had
taken a little longer than usual coming back downstairs.

        "... This next song is a request. It's from Zachary in Tulsa. Wonder
if he knows Hanson? This song is from Zac to his 'winkie-bear'. How sweet
is that? It's 'Breathe' by Faith Hill..."

       I can feel the magic floating in the air...
       Being with you gets me that way...
       I watch the sunlight dance across your face...
       And I've never been this swept away...

        It was our song. Like the sentimental doofus I'd turned Zac into,
a very sweet lump began to form in my throat and my eyes blurred as Zac
smiled beautifully at me. Laughing softly, I sniffled and went to wipe my
eyes but Zac, a serious look on his face, reached up and gently wiped away
the tears with the tips of his fingers. Faith Hill continued to sing
softly in the background as he leaned in and kissed me, his lips feeling
almost unbelievably good. My breath came in a trembling inhale as Zac
pulled back slowly and touched my cheek with a very respectful care.

        `Cause I can feel you breathe...
        It's washing over me...
        Suddenly I'm melting into you...
        There's nothing left to prove...
        Baby all we need is just to be...
        Caught up in the touch...
        The slow and steady rush...
        Baby, isn't that the way that love's supposed to be...
        I can feel you breathe...
        Just breathe...

        Zac leaned in again and kissed me, turning around on the couch so
that he sat with his back against the stuffed rabit and one leg on either
side of me. He wrapped his arms around my neck and kissed me again a few
times before resting his forehead on mine and sighing contentedly. As the
chorus climaxed and then slowed back down, I felt fresh tears roll down my
cheeks and Zac promptly reached up to catch them. Another deep breath
later, I shut my eyes and savored the feeling of his forehead against mine
and in a really corny spiritual way, it was as if we were sharing our
thoughts. Both thinking the same thing. Thinking of that same word that
we'd redefined over the past six months we'd been together.

        As he wiped away the tears, Zac kissed my cheek and whispered,
"Please don't. You've cried enough in your life."

        I smiled, his loving words warming my heart, "Not like this."

        In a way I know my heart is waking up...
        As all the walls come tumbling down...
        I'm closer than I've ever felt before...
        And I know...
        And you know...
        There's no need for words right now...

	Warmth surrounded my cheeks as Zac cupped my face and kissed me gently,
his eyes closed like an cherub. His hair began to slip out of the ponytail
and the loose wisps at the front of his face brushed my forehead. With a
smooth motion, my hand pulled the black band from his hair, looking dark
and almost copper colored in the sparse light, and it let it fall down
onto his shoulders. We pulled back from the kiss and I ran my fingers
through the thick expanse, feeling how warm and soft his hair was. He
smiled at me and rested his forehead back against mine again and draped
his arms over my shoulders.

        `Cause I can feel you breathe...
        It's washing over me...
        Suddenly I'm melting into you...
        There's nothing left to prove...
        Baby all we need is just to be...
        Caught up in the touch...
        The slow and steady rush...
        Baby, isn't that the way that love's supposed to be...
        I can feel you breathe...

	"I think we're in love." Zac said softly.

	"Yeah. I'm getting a cavity." I said and leaned back, getting a breath of
air.

	He smiled cunningly, "I'm gonna give you more than that."

	Like some horny jungle beast, he crawled forward and pushed me down on my
back on the couch, muting the radio with his big toe in an impressive work
of flexibility. Straddling my waist and letting his body rest on my
stomach, he pushed up and looked down at me, smiling as his hair fell down
in front of his face. With a methodical pace, he rocked his hips back and
forth, leaning forward so that he was humping me in brisk thrusts. My dick
responded to the motion, quickly hardening as much as it could and
pressing at the hot crack of his ass inside the silky shorts. A warm
shiver passed through him as his hands squeezed my shoulders and he closed
his eyes, a ripple of pleasure coursing through his body.

	Unlocking my hands from behind my head, I rolled the hem of his t-shirt
up sligtly and exposed the tanned strip of skin decorated by his cute
belly button front and center. After propping myself up on a pillow, I
playfully poked him, and watched as he giggled and leaned back, pressing
his hands into the couch cushion down by me knees and allowing a tad more
of his belly to be exposed. My fingers danced up the front of his shirt,
quick but not too fast to fully enjoy the gentle heat of his skin as he
smiled, a dreamy look in his eyes. It was a look I was very familiar with.

	With a breathtaking fluidity, Zac continued to caress himself back and
forth, the tent in his shorts getting bigger and his breaths becoming
heavier. His breath smelled sweet and citrusy. The heaving breaths became
deep moans as his thrusts sped up and the tent in his shorts began to
throb and jerk, making a soft crinkly noise. He leaned down and kissed me,
still kneeling on me and pushing his ass down against my painfully
restricted erection. His hot breath blew in my ear and he sucked the rim
of my ear, several strands of his hair falling across my lips and tickling
them with their softness.

	Zac stopped kissing me briefly and held his face close to mine, so close
that our lips brushed together when he whipsered, "I want you to strip me,
Reid. Piece by piece, okay?"

	Like I could refuse. Zac stood up off me and held my face in his hands,
kissing me forcefully as he stood up on weak knees in front of me. When my
own body pulled itself into a sitting position, my head felt light as a
feather and when the heat from Zac's sizeable bulge sat right in my face,
it didn't go away. Zac groaned and held onto my shoulders as I kissed the
tip of his nylon covered erection, licking the tip of my tounge slowly
over the musky wet spot. After moving up and kissing around his belly
button, I gently used my lips to tug at his soft blond treasure trail,
pulling at the curly hairs roguishly. I looked up at him and he looked
down, smiling as the hair surrounded his face like a thick blond curtain.

	My hands, which had been resting on my knees, moved down and wrapped
around his slim ankles and traveled up his roasting calves, feeling Zac's
abundant leg hair and squeezing the muscle tightly. Leaning against me, he
stood on his tip toes and flexed his leg muscles, bulging them in my hands
and sending a shock wave straight to my dick. Holding him by the backs of
his knees, my lips returned to his stomach and kissed the soft skin around
his belly button. Zac's legs shook and he moaned, my hands traveling up
under the front of his shirt as he put his weight forward on my shoulders,
the muscles and veins in his forearms standing out against the sides of my
face.

	Like a curator who took great delight and respect in unveiling a
masterpiece in a museum, a similar care had to be taken. This wasn't your
normal, everyday upper body. This was the torso to end them all. It was
the torso made in God's own image after which he had vowed never to make
another so beautiful. Gradually, the black Doobie Brothers shirt came up,
exposing first his plump, pillowy stomach and then his defined pecs. When
he lifted his arms over his head, his upper body seemed to telescope as it
stretched and pulled in, making the crest of his ribs visible momentarily.
The golden light of the candle flickered over his dark nipples and over
the damp line of sweat running down the center of his frontage. For a
fleeting second, as he had his arms above his head, the light glistened in
the slightly damp thickets of hair in his armpits. They were only visible
for a brief snippet of time.

	A carnal desire returned and rose from the depts of my stomach as I
hooked my fingers in the waistband of Zac's shorts and pulled him forward
sharply. He came to me in a warm gush of air, his hands returning to my
shoulders and his breath speeding back up as I began to pull down. He
suddered and gasped, letting his head fall back as the shorts slid down
his legs, exposing his throbbing meat which bopped up and slapped softly
against his stomach. A thick stream of precum flew from his peehole and
splattered upwards, making a soupy pale streak across his abs.

        Zac's long, rock-hard fingers shook almost imperceptibly as he
reached up and collected the precum, offering it against my lips as an
especially delectible love treat. My mouth watered at the sight and I
sucked the sweet, manly-tasting goo off his fingertips and he moaned, his
cock throbbing and sending another glob of precum into his bushy blond
pubes. At that point, my eyes caught the low hanging balls that had
momentarily been neglected. Zac had nice, big nuts that emitted a zesty
fragrance that could fill a room when he got aroused.  Using the palm of
my hand to press his dick against his stomach, I leaned down and took both
into my mouth and tasted them, my tounge immediately coated by their
sweaty, funky tang.

        "Ungh shit!" Zac groaned, "Fuck yes... right there!"

        His raw language caused another jolt in my dick as I sucked on
both balls like a vacuum cleaner, drawing a surprised yelp from Zac. His
legs jerked and he nearly keeled over, his fingers digging into my
shoulders. As I continued to suck, his fingers curled and grabbed
handfulls of my shirt before he got fed up and nearly ripped it off me. It
forced a break in my nut sucking long enough to get my shirt off. When he
put his hands back on my shoulders, his warm wet palms slapped against the
skin and pressed firmly, sharing our body heat. Letting first one, then
the other nut slide from my mouth with a slurp as I licked my way up his
shaft with a sexually sadistic lethargy. Zac's fingers dug into my
shoulders and he let out a yell of pleasure as I quickly engulfed his hard
tool with my hot, wet mouth.

        Bubbles in champagne was the sensation that my brain-state could
be compared to. Smoking Zac's jam joint was akin to taking a hit of some
out of this world, spaceaged hallucinogenic pipe. My mouth took in the
heat of his cockhead and the gummy layer of foreskin that slid around it
as well as the drooling slit as it poured out more and more of his precum.
His hips jerked and bucked, not hard enough to gag me but firm enough to
send his cock in and out, pressing on my lips and tounge. Once, in bed
after a tour concert, he'd said that my tounge seemed to be ridged for his
pleasure and he launched into a dramatic pleading session to tell him how
I did it. I played along and told him that it was a gift from heaven meant
to be enjoyed by him to the fullest.

        Boy, was he ever enjoying it right then and there. Another thick
shot of precum rocketed into my mouth and I knew it was time to back off a
bit and let him cool down. Standing up in front of him, I kissed a line up
his sweaty chest and onto his lips, letting his tounge dart into my mouth
and taste his precum. Slowly, he undid my belt with his fingers and in
seconds, my pants were down around my ankles and I was only covered by an
extremely tened pair of white boxer shorts. In one grandiose motion, Zac
yanked them down and they joined the pile of clothes at my feet, my body
feeling a relieved gush as my cock popped up and bounced in the warm air,
getting the relief it so desperately craved.

        With a delicateness, Zac stepped forward and almost timidly hugged
me. It was a reminder than no matter how nasty and raunchy we got, a very
real and deep set love bonded our hearts together. The feeling of his damp
body as he embraced me lended a rarely felt sense of security as we hugged
in the dark, quiet room. It was silent except for our heavy breathing and
when I rested my cheek against his head, my nose picked up his hot scent.
I felt Zac's hands travel down my back and he grabbed each of my asscheeks
and gave them a hard squeeze, making me moan and shake in his arms. He
smiled and kissed me softly, sliding his tounge into my mouth and filling
it gracefully, almost like a more flexible version of his penis.

        Zac pulled his tounge out and held his mouth close to my ear,
"Remember... you'll be tried as an adult if I have a stroke from the
pleasure."

        I smiled and kissed him, charmed immeasurably by his cute little
remark. Zac closed his eyes and willingly returned the kiss, his hard
nipples pressing into the bottoms of my pecs as his hands returned to my
ass. I gasped into his mouth as his fingers poked in between the valley of
my asscheeks and his middle fingers poked and tickled my hole. Just barely
entering me with his fingers, he pumped them in and out in playfully rapid
thrusts, making my legs shiver and my prostate ache for release.

        With little warning, I switched places with Zac and pushed him
back onto the couch. He landed with a fleshy thud and settled back,
propping one bare leg up on the coffee table on either side of me. He
gazed up at me with an almost absentminded look in his eyes and stroked
himself slowly, running his left hand up and down the shaft of his dick.
More precum oozed out and he collected it, smearing the length of his cock
with the gooey fluid. We made eye contact and he licked his succulent lips
slowly, coating them with his warm saliva and staring at me with a sultry,
highly intense gape. I believe it was commony referred to by the laymen as
a "come hither" stare.

        Slowly, and with something that actually might have been a bit of
shyness, my fingers reached out and I ran my hands back up his long legs
and onto his thighs, feeling him shiver and hearing him moan. My lips
pressed against the underside of his jaw and his whole body jerked, his
legs flopping and shuddering, his body nearly going into pleasure
overload. An impatient moan came out of his mouth before he grabbed the
back of my head firmly and pulled our lips together, mashing our mouths
into one hot, wet sex filled oven of love.

        Grabbing him around the back and nearly scaring myself with the
agression, I shoved him over onto all fours on the couch, the cushions
bending and giving way underneath the weight of his knees and hands. Zac
crawled forward slowly and grabbed the arm of the sofa, but not before
gently moving until then forgotten Gus Jr. to a comfortable,
non-intrustive spot behind the couch. He straighed his arms and his back
arched majestically, flexing and bending into a symmetric curve as the
sinewy muscles of his back stood out under the damp streched layer of his
skin. His dark hair fell back in long, sweat clumped portions and cascaded
over his back, small droplets of sweat flowing down and off each damp end.

        His tight, sligtly pale bubble butt lifted into the air and the
muscles flexed, causing them to spread from the bottom up, exposing the
pinkness of his crack. Grabbing a mound in each hand, I hooked my thumbs
inside and pulled his buttcheeks apart, looking in at the furrowed
rosebud, winking at me and beckoning me forward.

        "Woof." I said softly.

        Zac giggled and waved his ass at me, sending sweat soaked waves of
communication straight to my brain. It was a pretty damn straightforward
message that urged me to explore further using my meatiest, thickest,
hottest buttprod. Running my hands up to his hips, my face came forward
and I licked the beginning of his large gash. Starting at the small of his
back before drawing a thick line of spit down the length of his asscrack,
my actions drove Zac absolutely insane. His body shook and he cried out,
pushing back on me and letting my tounge go deeper into the hidden valley.
My tounge moved in a wet cricle around his winking hole, soaking it and
feeling the intense heat he was producing and emitting by the assfull.

        There was no turning back. I had a direct route to orgasm city via
rimjob boulevard and there was no exit ramp. My face eased into his crack
and felt the sparse peach fuzz that dusted his cheeks against my face.
With one firm push, my tounge pressed into his hole and felt the red
inner-channel of his rectum. Zac moaned and began to jerk himself so hard
that his nuts swung back and brushed my chin, but I didn't notice. I was
too busy fucking him with my tounge at a carefully regulated pace, meant
to heighten his pleasure but not let him paint the couch cushions with his
hot Zaccyjuice.

        When his hole began to tighten on my tounge, I started the easing
out process and finished with a few light laps to the rim of his
sphincter. When my face left his asscrack, Zac was shivering and almost
twitching with desire and his grip tightened into the sofa arm so hard it
made the padding squeak softly. Keeping my mind on my task, I slowly dug
my fingers deep into Zac's hole and pulled it apart, drawing another gasp
and shaking fit from the hole's owner.

        A smile came onto my face as I crept up behind Zac and wrapped my
arms around his waist, clutching him tightly and pressing my cock against
his hole. He was a slave to whatever I wanted to do. How amazingly erotic
that the wild drummer boy that rock music couldn't contain was shaking and
at my mercy. The most hidden, tender parts of his body, heart and soul
eagerly, even enthusiastically, bared wide open to my free will. THAT was
the most fucking erotic thing about our relationship.

        Slowly, my eyelids came down over my eyes as my body concentrated
on the sensations coursing through my dick. It was swelling to a size I'd
never felt it before as I slid into Zac, feeling the tight ring of his
rosebud stretch and tighten back around the welcome foray of my cock. Heat
careened up through my penis and into my body, making my mouth drop open
and my heart start pounding. Zac had pressed his face into the nearly
sweat soaked pillow and groaned deeply, sending vibrators through his body
and seemingly out his ass where it continued into me.

        My cock swelled and throbbed, taking control of my body as it sunk
itself deep inside Zac and stabbed all the way to the hilt of his
tailbone. My pace began to speed up and I felt myself losing control as
Zac's arms buckled and he crashed into the couch, moaning as his asscheeks
squeezed together and pulled my cock inside him even tighter. Sweat stood
out on his shoulder blades as I grabbed his biceps and arched my back,
plowing myself into him at a frenzied pace. My fingers traveled in a
herky-jerky motion down to the area of skin between his butthole and
testciles and I rubbed it firmly and deeply, drawing a muffled howl of
pleasure from underneath me as Zac's tender prostate gland was worked from
two different directions. Soft grunting noises began coming from the blond
sweat stain under me as I deep dicked him, my cock slamming his prostate
and sending massive waves of extasy through his still quite young body.

        With a massive groan, Zac's body tensed. My cock was sucked into
his ass one last time and it held me tight as he shot his load into the
couch pillow, his body wracked with spasms as he shuddered, kicking his
legs helplessly. He had several orgasms in a row, each one going down
briefly then hitting him again and sending new splatters of pleasure onto
his brain. After the first two, the knowledge that such intense pleasure
was knocking him for a loop became unbearable for me as I laid down and
buried my face into his hair. A moan came out my mouth as my cock jerked
and spewed it's hot cum into his body, another cry coming from Zac as his
ass clenched, the sensation of my load inside him knocking him between the
eyes right into another orgasm.

        Our bodies shuddered together as the climax subsided and we
crashed down together into a sweaty pile of sweat, cum, and dopey,
hopeless, blissed out love. The heat of Zac under me didn't help my
heaving chest gain it's breath back but there was no way in hell I couild
move. My cock softened and drooped out of his red, gelatinous asshole. The
only noise Zac was making were a series of high pitched gasps that got
softer as his breathing shallowed and he relaxed, his body going limp and
noodley.

        Zac squirmed weakly, still recovering, "Hell... fucking... yeah."

        I moaned and hugged him, my mouth not able to work just yet.

        "That was," He gasped before nearly shouting, "FUCKING AWESOME!"

        "Potty mouth." I wheezed, nuzzling his neck.

        "Fuck yes, motherfucker." Zac panted, stretching his arm down and
adjusting his spent genitals before collapsing again.

        I pushed myself up off him and slapped him lightly on the ass,
"Who was that?"

        Zac grinned and heaved himself onto his back, "That was Black Cat
Hom-eo-sexual TNT, baby."

        I lowered myself down onto him, our body heat mixing together.
When I kissed him, he was still breathing hard and between kisses, he had
to take a deep breath and he would exhale his hot breath into my mouth. It
tasted like oranges and precum. He casually reached down and toweled us
both off with his t-shirt, mopping up the cum and sweat but not before
taking a long, wet lick of the all-natural body cocktail. With no words,
he held it up to me and I smiled, licking the mix of our collective fluid
and kissing him, mixing it together again in our mouths.

        Zac wrapped his arms around my shoulders and hugged me, pulling us
together. Our breathing slowed and we both settled down and returned to
normal, kissing and smiling loopily through our haze of post orgasmic
pleasure. There were no other people in the world except Zac and I as we
basked in the delirious, warm afterglow of our lovemaking. We laid there
for what could have been hours just kissing gently and helping one another
drift slowly down from Cloud Nine at our own leisurely pace. Not wanting
to bake Zac like the ham he was, I rolled to his size and gently traced
patterns on his bare stomach, gazing at his wide expanse of golden skin in
the candle-light.

        An amazing silky soft feeling came when I rubbed my leg slowly up
and down against is, creating a wonderful friction as our skin glided
together. After a few minutes, we were both yawning pretty constantly. Zac
stretched his legs out and I hugged from the side, drawing out a familiar
shiver that I knew meant Zac was completely comfortable and at peace in my
arms.

        "I wuv you, winkie bear." Zac cooed in his baby talk voice,
bending his arm at the elbow and reaching up to caress my cheek
protectively with his right hand.

        I made a sour face and kissed him on the forehead, "We're way past
cavity level now."

        Zac smiled exhaustedly, "Gus Jr. is most definitely scarred for
life now."

	I hugged and kissed him on the flushed skin of his cheek, "He was bound
to learn that lesson sometime."

	Zac yawned and his eyelids drooped, "You gotta say it, Reid."

	"Hmm?" I said, yawning and pulling the quilt off the back of the couch
and draping it over us, providing just enough warmth but not too much. My
eyes were closing too.

	"You gotta say it too." Zac mumured, burrying his face in my neck and I
could feel his body slipping away into sleep.

	"I wuv you too, honey bunny." I said and Zac smiled slightly, and then he
was asleep.

	And then, a few minutes later... I fell asleep too.

	To Be Continued...