Date: Sat, 5 Dec 2009 18:11:15 -0500
From: beach bum <hardforthebeach@gmail.com>
Subject: Summerland Reunion: Zac and Jesse

Disclaimer: The story is fiction and is not intended to imply anything
about the true sexuality of the celebrities mentioned or any personal
knowledge about their private lives.

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PART I:


	Jesse McCartney's town car screeched to a stop at the back entrance
of the studio. In the back seat, through the tinted windows he saw the
swell of screaming girls outside the gates. He had just arrived from what
felt like the longest flight of his life, into Sydney, and had to go
straight to some new Australian talk show to perform his single, "Body
Language".
	By now he had missed sound check. His portly, balding manager
jumped out of the car and pulled Jesse along with him. As Jesse stepped
out, the yells grew deafening, frightening the young pop star. He thought
he was used to it by now, but for some reason this crowd was particularly
unruly. He looked at the teens almost shaking down the gates, some sobbing,
some flashing him, and he thought, "Hey, at least these Australian girls
are hot."

       As Jesse's manager grabbed him through the backdoors, he explained,
"Okay, show goes live in 10 minutes. Sorry to say, but no rehearsal
time. They probably won't be able to hear you through the hoards of howling
whores anyway."
	They approached a dressing room door. "Alright. Go in here and I'll
get the host to come by and prep you about the Q&A in a few. You good,
baby?"

	Jesse nodded in a daze, feeling a bit nauseous. The next thing he
knew, he was pushed into the dressing room. It had a clothes rack, make-up
area, full-length mirror, a door marked "bathroom" and was filled with a
familiar musky scent. He couldn't put his finger on it, but for some reason
the sweet, manly smell made him feel much more at ease. With no time to
waste, he immediately pulled off his t-shirt and tight jeans.
	He saw the clothes awaiting him on the rack, but left only in black
boxer-briefs, Jesse paused to examine his pale physique in the mirror. He
had decided to tone up over the past few weeks, after some unflattering
beach photos popped up online. He put his right hand on the back of his
head, and flexed his bicep. With his left hand, he squeezed the dense
muscle of his right arm. Gliding downwards, he rubbed the tuft of golden
hair in his armpit, and smelled his fingers. It made his cock twitch. He
felt his newly defined, hairless pecs, and moved his hand down to his
tightened stomach. He had no visible abs, but hoped that would change if he
ever finds time to surf while Down Under. He circled his finger around his
belly button, and brushed up and down his blond, almost invisible happy
trail.
	Even though Jesse's body was in better shape than it had been in
years, and his innocent baby face had been clear of acne for a while, he
still couldn't help but feel down about the fact that he didn't have
washboard abs.
	He watched his finger in the mirror, caressing his hairs between
his belly button and just below the garter of his underwear. There was now
a visible outline of his growing semi-hard penis. Jesse stared at himself
in the mirror, and slowly moved his hand into his boxer-briefs. Just as his
fingertips felt the curly entanglement of his pubes, Jesse heard the toilet
flush in the bathroom and the door swung open.
	Jesse gasped and froze. He would remember the next few moments
forever.
	His eyes, fixed on what was coming out of the bathroom, moved
upwards. A pair of shiny dress shoes, slim black slacks, a glaring silver
belt buckle, a brunette line of hair moving up to a tanned and toned
six-pack, bulging biceps, a thick neck, and a gorgeous face Jesse hadn't
seen in years.
	Zac Efron walked out of the dressing room's bathroom, shirtless in
dress pants, looking down as he zipped up his fly. This gave Jesse just
enough time to snap out of it, put his right arm down and pull his left
hand out of his shorts.
	Zac then looked up and noticed the powder-white figure in the
corner. Initially startled, he jolted back, but then realized it was his
old friend from his Summerland days, in almost all his glory. Zac couldn't
help but give a goofy smile when he saw Jesse's face turn red.
	The truth was, Zac was ecstatic to see Jesse, and more ecstatic to
see this much of him. He had thought about Jesse every once in a while,
when one of his songs would come up on the radio, his music growing more
popular every year. When Zac and Vanessa were apart on locations, Zac would
make a habit of playing Jesse's music and jerking off to the memories of
them joking around on the Summerland set when they were younger, especially
one particular time when they had experimented.
	For Jesse, the situation was different. He never thought about
Zac. He actually tried to push him out of his mind as much as possible, and
would have been happy never seeing him again. Jesse was straight and new
it. He would have been a frat boy in another life. He loved the company of
women and shot gunning beers. But the second Zac walked out of the bathroom
and gleamed that familiar grin, everything came flooding back for
Jesse. Jesse had both hands covering his growing groin.
	Zac surveyed Jesse's body. He wanted to run over and kiss him hard
on the mouth and grab and his dick but used all of his strength to stay
composed.

       "Hey man! Haven't seen you in forever," Zac said with his heart
racing.
	"Heh," was all Jesse could muster.
	"Aw, dude. Don't be embarrassed. It's not like we never shared a
dressing room before," Zac kept cool and walked over with his arm out for a
handshake.

Seeing how calm Zac was acting relaxed Jesse enough to shake him from his
daze. Jesse thought, "Maybe this won't be so bad. Maybe he won't even bring
up what happened and we can be on our way, back to our separate lives after
this show." But at the same time, he also thought how different Zac
looked. No longer the scrawny, shy kid with a gap in his teeth. Zac's hair
was cut short, his jaw was chiseled, and his cut abs made Jesse angry with
jealousy but also want to lick them hard. Jesse smiled back and raised a
hand to greet Zac.

       "Hey bro. Sorry, jetlagged and nervous," was Jesse's long awaited
reply.

	Even though Zac's face gave no indication of it, just hearing
Jesse's voice made his dick harder than Vanessa ever did. The moment their
palms touched, awkwardness seemed to fade and for that moment they became
old friends again. The sentiment didn't last long, however, when Zac pulled
Jesse's arm in for a bro hug.
	Jesse was unprepared to be pulled into Zac. He stepped forward to
keep his balance, but this small movement was enough that not only did
their bare chests touched, but their groins did too.
	Both were shocked by the contact and the fact that they could tell
the other was hard. They looked at each other's wide eyes, only inches
apart. Their hands still locked, palms sweating. Zac couldn't hold back any
longer. He moved in for a kiss. Jesse's knees weakened and in turn pursed
his lips and kissed Zac back. Jesse couldn't take it anymore, grabbed the
back of Zac's head and pulled him in hard. Zac opened his mouth and slipped
it into Jesse's. Their tongues wrestled for a few seconds until Jesse
finally came to his senses and pushed Zac away.

	"No," Jesse yelled. "We're not kids anymore. We can't do this."
	"What are you talking about?" Zac's eyes got watery with the
feeling of rejection.
	Jesse saw what was happening and couldn't look at Zac any
longer. He stared at the floor, panicked and confused.
	"You can't make me do it again. I can't."
	"Is that what you've thought this whole time?" A tear came down
Zac's face as he yelled, "ÉThat I tricked you when we were little?!" Zac
was fuming.
	Jesse couldn't breathe. He grabbed a chair and sat, still unable to
look at Zac.
	"No. I don't know. I just can't," was all Jesse could whisper.
	Zac continued, "Look, we may have been young and stupid, but we
were friends."
	"I know."
	"I didn't do anything to you! You wanted toÉ"
	"I KNOW!" Jesse yelled and looked up at Zac. Jesse looked
terrified, tears streaming down his face, "I'm sorry."
	Zac walked over to Jesse, stroked his hair and held his face in his
hands. The warmth made Jesse feel safe. Zac knelt down in front of Jesse,
still holding his face as they looked into each other's eyes.
	Jesse sobbed, "I'm sorry, Zac. You just confuse me. I like girls,
but I like you. I've tried not to. I've tried everything, but I can't stop
and it scares me."
	Zac chuckled as he wiped the tears off Jesse's cheek, "I know
exactly how you feel."
	Zac moved in for a kiss again, but this time it was slow and
tender. He pulled back, looked at Jesse's soft eyes and kissed him
again. Jesse pulled Zac in for a hug, and held him as if he never wanted to
let him go. They began making out, and Zac lied down on the floor, Jesse's
body on top of him.
	Jesse's hands felt all over Zac's body, grabbing at his sides, his
ass, his thigh, his hard cock. Jesse sucked on Zac's neck and unbuckled
Zac's belt, whipping it off. He kissed down Zac's chest, swirled at his
nipples, and began licking Zac's abs.
	Zac couldn't take it anymore and he pushed Jesse's head down to his
crotch. Jesse buried his nose in Zac's crotch. He unzipped Zac's pants and
pulled them down to his ankles. He sniffed and licked Zac's throbbing dick
through his red plaid boxers. Zac moaned in pleasure.
	Jesse then grabbed at Zac's thigh, moving his hand up Zac's boxers
until he felt his warm, moist sack. Jesse massaged it and sucked on Zac's
shaft through the thin material.
	Zac was panting hard, "Fuck. Suck me, Jesse. I love you."
	That's all Jesse needed. While one hand still groped Zac's
egg-sized balls, Jesse stuck his other hand through the boxer flap and
grabbed Zac's meat. Zac whimpered, and Jesse pulled the 6.5" slab through
the flap.
	It was much thicker than Jesse remembered, but what he couldn't
forget was that Zac's dick felt as hard as a baseball, curved upward with a
substantial vein along the side, and was cut with a great purple mushroom
head, which now oozed a drop of pre-cum. Jesse kissed Zac's cock head and
slurped up the salty-sweet juice. Jesse sucked down Zac's shaft as best he
could, but it was almost as thick as a soda can.
	Jesse bobbed up and down in a groove as Zac panted in ecstasy.
Jesse pulled down Zac's boxers, exposing his brown, trimmed pubes and low
hanging balls. Jesse licked from the head down to the base of the shaft,
sniffed the musky, moist odor, and sucked on Zac's balls. This was more
than Zac could handle. He tried prying Jesse off of his cock before he
blew. It was a hard struggle, as Jesse loved tasting Zac. Finally Zac
managed to push Jesse off and flip him on his back.
	Zac straddled Jesse, arching over to make out with his man. The two
pulled each other's hair as their tongues explored each other's mouths.
Even though Jesse was still in his boxer briefs, Zac could feel his stiff
cock touching his ass. Jesse began bucking his hips into Zac's taint.
	Zac loved Jesse's pale skin and couldn't wait. He slid down Jesse's
body and pulled his boxer-briefs off. In front of Zac was the thing he had
dreamed about since he was a teenage boy. Zac was mesmerized at how
different Jesse's cock was from his own. For starters, Jesse was uncut. His
fatty foreskin almost entirely covered the head. Jesse's cock stuck
straight out about 7.5", was almost as thick as Zac's but was softer to the
touch, like a raw sausage. It was just how Zac liked it.
	The eager Zac tried to deep throat Jesse's cock, gagging in the
process. Zac's fingers combed through Jesse's golden brown pubes. With
Jesse's hand on the back of Zac's head, Zac slurped up as much of the white
meat as he could handle. Jesse bucked his hips wildly, face fucking as hard
as he could for 10 minutes, Zac loving every second. Zac pulled off and
began jacking Jesse off as he licked his pink, hairless balls. Zac stared
straight into Jesse's eyes as he squeezed his slippery cock. He quickened
his pace, masturbating his friend as he watched Jesse throw his head back
and yell between breaths, "Zac. Oh my god. Zac."
	Zac climbed up and they began making out again. Their cocks rubbed
against each other as their hands explored the other in entirety. Zac
jerked them both off with one hand. The heat in his hand was immense. Their
sloppy kisses slobbered all over their faces. Their hair was drenched with
sweat. Jesse squeezed Zac's bubble-butt and started fingering Zac. Zac's
hand got faster and faster. Jesse moved his finger in and out of Zac's
hole. Both were moaning uncontrollably.
	"Fuck, Zac!"
	"Fuck me, Jesse! I love you."
	Jesse grabbed his own dick and stuck it inside Zac's tight ass, but
with only three quick thrusts Jesse exploded inside of
Zac. "FUUUUUUUUUUCK!"
	Feeling squirt after warm squirt fill up his asshole, Zac exploded
as well. He kissed Jesse hard as his thick, curved, dick shot seven shots
of cum onto their chests, necks, and faces. The boys exchanged a long,
passionate kiss. Jesse licked Zac's cum off of Zac's lip.

	"I love you, Jesse."
	"I love you too, Zac."

	Just then, two knocks rapped on the dressing room door. Both boys
stared at the turning doorknob.
	"Oh shit," Zac tried to climb off of Jesse's deflating cock.
	The door opened and Ryan Kwanten appeared, watching as Zac stood
naked over Jesse, cum dripping out of his ass onto Jesse's crotch.
	It all came together for Jesse at that moment.
	"You're the host?!"
	"Yep. And it looks like you blokes are ready to be prepped." Ryan
stepped in and locked the door behind him.

.END PART I.


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