Date: Sat, 05 Sep 1998 20:36:49 PDT
From: "J.O. Dickingson" <authorsix@hotmail.com>
Subject: Burbank Quickie

                      Burbank City Quickie
                                
     As the taxi driver glanced in the rearview mirror at his young
passenger, he wondered who she was.  He knew he had seen that pretty face,
that long, wispy honey bond hair, and especially those ruby red lips
somewhere.  Fifteen-year-old beautiful blonds were not rare in movie town.
She could have been a model for some jeans ad, one of a score of rock
singers, or on one of a dozen TV sitcoms.  They were heading to the Walt
Disney Studios, but he never paid much attention to what studio produced
what show.  Whoever she was, she was excited.  He could see that in her
deep blue eyes.  She was also nervous, rapidly drumming her long, thin
fingers on the seat of the taxi.  Had the driver known his teen rock songs,
he would have recognized the tapping as the rhythm for "Thinking of You".
"You sit there and wait, I look at you and anticipate, what we could be and
what we could do," whispered his passenger.  If he had also known his teen
rock singers, he would have realized that this was no girl in the bright
red dress and red high heels.
     "No matter how high, no matter how low, I'll be thinking of you, no
matter what I do, no matter where I go, I'll be thinking of you, you'll be
on my mind all the time, you'll be on my mind all the time, you'll be on my
mind.  I'll be thinking of you the whole time," his nervous, impatient
passenger hummed.  She adjusted her padded bra and looked at her
wristwatch.  She suddenly realized it was too big for a young girl, more of
a boy's watch.  She would have to buy a more appropriate one.  It was 2:14
p.m..
     "Is it much further?" asked the high pitched, effeminate voice.
     "Another five minutes."
     Taylor Hanson sat back.  It had been only three days ago that he'd had
sex with Taran Smith back at Tulsa.  It seemed like months, and that night
had been over too soon.  It had been wonderful though, more wonderful than
he had ever expected.  So, when Taran had suggested they have a candescent
meeting while the band was on tour in L.A. he had readily agreed.  Taran
had arranged for the day pass to the studio while they were still back in
the hotel room in Tulsa, and the boys had mapped out how they would meet.
     That was the easy part.  The hard part for Taylor was getting away
from the family.  Arriving in Los Angeles, they had immediately headed over
to the Hollywood Bowl to practice for the July 12th show.  That evening
they took in a few of the sites, and the next day was another full day of
practising and rehearsing for the big show Sunday evening.  Being on tour
was great, but it was also a lot of fucking hard work.  Saturday they put
in eight hours going over every detail, making sure everything would be
right, and then that night took in Universal Studios like any other tourist
family.  Being all together as a family on tour was really great too, but
it did create problems when it came to having any sort of love life.
     This morning, Sunday, was spent as a family at church, of course.
This afternoon they were supposed to be relaxing and resting up for the
evening performance.  While the rest of the family had headed down to the
Holiday Inn pool to get away from the unusually hot California afternoon,
Tyler had opted to stay in their hotel room and sleep.  The moment the
family was in the elevator, he was heading for the stairs with his disguise
in his bag.  Slipping to the hotel next door, he had quickly switched
clothes, put on his make up, and phoned for a taxi.  The way he had it
planned, he'd be back before the family returned, and if they did return to
the room while he was gone, he'd claim he'd gone out for a walk to clear
his mind or whatever.  The two teenage lovers did not have much time to be
alone, but they had to see each other again.
     Handing the taxi driver the fare and telling him to keep the change,
the young girl showed the gate guard her pass and hurried across the
parking lot in search of Sound Stage 4 where the Home Improvement set was
set up.  It was hot, she was sweaty, her padded bra kept slipping, and her
high heels were hurting like hell.  Even so, she had never felt so horny in
all of her fifteen years.
     Arriving at the building, Taylor found fourteen-year-old Taran
anxiously waiting at the door.  They had started production of the eighth
season of the Home Improvement series on August the seventh.  JTT was going
to be concentrating on his education, and he wanted to get his first two
episodes out of the way so he'd only have to come back for the third and
his last show to be broadcast in December.  Jonathan Thomas's plans had
been a good excuse for Taran to use to be at the studio that day.  He had
told his parents he had to talk to JT, and he and his dad only needed the
slightest reason to hop in their home-built two-seater and take to the air.
     Stepping inside the set, the two hot, sweaty teenagers immediately
embraced and kissed, their hot young lips and hot breaths revealing their
lust for each other.  Their tongues explored each other's mouths, rubbing
against each other and exploring each other's teeth.  They finally broke
their kiss, but not the embrace.
     "Not exactly the most romantic place to meet," observed Tay with a
smile as he glanced around the set.
     "Wish it could be better."
     "Hey, as long as I'm with you lover it don't matter where we are."
     "As long as its private."
     "You got that right."
     The boys kissed again, their hot, sweaty bodies pressing against each
other with an urgency driven by their teenage hormones.  "Wish we had more
time though," sighed Taran.
     "Yeah, me too.  But hey, even two hours is better than none at all."
     "The bed they use for my room is over here."
     "Cool, getting one off on Mark Taylor's bed."
     "Just one?" asked Taran with a smile.
     "Well, we'll see," grinned Tay back as he sat on the bed.  "But first
I gotta take these fucking shoes off.  I gotta buy a decent pair of pumps
to go with this dress."
     "Just like a girl, fussing about your clothes," teased Taran as he sat
beside him.
     "You would too if you had to squeeze your feet into these things."
      "Well," said Taran as he took Tay's right foot in his lap.  "I know
just the thing you need."  He ran his fingers over Tay's small, delicate
foot, lightly tracing along the delicate bones that he could feel under the
satiny skin.  He began to massage harder, working his thumb and fingers
along the sides.
     "Mmmmm, that does feel good," Tay said as he put his other foot up on
Taran's lap.
     "Lay back and let me take care of this," Taran offered.
     As Tay lay on his back, Taran sat at the end of the bed and bent over.
He ran his tongue along the back of Tay's sweaty foot from ankle to toes
and then back down.  He ran it along the sides, delighting in the aroma and
the salty taste.  Lifting Tay's legs, he began licking his soles.  Tay
squirmed and sighed deeply.
     "Lay down beside me," Tay whispered after a few minutes.  As Taran
did, Tay removed his sneakers and the aroma of hot teenage feet wafted up
to his nose.
     "'Fraid even with clean socks and airwalks they're still a bit
stinky."
     Tay took Taran's stockinged feet in his hands and raised them to his
nose.  "Not stinky to me lover," he said.  Drawing off one black Nike sock
and then the other, he bent over and inhaled deeply.  "From the look on his
face and the size of his toes, he comes from a place that nobody knows.
Maybe I'm hallucinating, hyperventilating," he sang.
     "Foot odour does that to you," Taran observed with a grin.  When Tay
sang it sent a tingle up his spine, and up his boyhood, which at that
moment was straining to get out of his pants.
     Tay bent over and took Taran's big toe in his mouth and sucked on it
while he massaged his insole.  He ran his lips over his toes, massaging
them gently.  Taran returned his attention to Tay's feet.  For the next ten
minutes the two teenage boys were lost in delight as they savoured and
delighted in each other's feet, as they licked them and massaged them, as
they sucked on each other's toes and inhaled their boy fragrance.  It was
the first time they had ever done anything like this, and it was like
discovering a whole new aspect of sex.
     Reaching down, Tay unzipped Taran's black Hollywood jeans and undid
the top clasp.  Taran raised his hips, allowing Tay to draw down his
trousers and his boxers to free his stiff, aching cock.  It jerked
excitedly, the warm air feeling good after the confines of his sweaty
underwear.  The tip was moist with pre-cum.  Tay pulled Taran's jeans and
boxers right off and then lay back and raised his own hips as Taran raised
his dress and tucked it around his waist.  Taran slipped his fingers under
the elastic waistband of the pink silk panties and drew them down and off,
revealing Tay's own stiff cock.  The two boys lay back down still in
opposite directions and continued to massage and suck on each other's feet,
but now their hands also played over each other's legs and genitals. They
ran light fingertips along sensitive inner thighs, causing each other to
squirm with tantalizing pleasure and causing their teenage cocks to jerk
with desire.  They ran light fingertips over sweaty, satin like balls,
hanging in loose sacs.  Slender boy fingers wrapped around hot, stiff
teenboy cocks.
     "Man, we got to do something soon or I'm gonna bust a nut," Taran
said.
     Tay slid forward along the bed until his feet were at Taran's crotch.
He eased his right foot forward and stroked the boy's stiff hardon with his
toe.  He felt Taran's feet at his crotch, his toes gently rubbing his hot
sweaty balls, and then his two feet closing in on his aching boner.  He
cupped his feet together too, trapping Taran's cock between his soles.
     "Fuck my feet," he whispered huskily.  "I want to feel your hard cock
rubbing between my soles.  I want to feel your hot cum between my toes."
     Taran was horny as hell and did not need to be told a second time.  He
began to work his hips to and fro, easing his cock in and out between Tay's
feet.  At the same time he felt Tay begin to do the same thing.  It felt
weird to the two boys to have a guy's cock massaging the inside of their
feet, to feel the head bumping against their toes.  It was very erotic
doing it that way too.  Tay and Taran humped vigorously, eager for the end
result.  This afternoon they did not have the time for a lot of foreplay.
     Before long, both teen cocks were taut and both pairs of teen balls
were drawn up tight.  Taran was the first to come, his cockhead at Tay's
heels and shooting his boy gism along Tay's soles and against the underside
of his toes.  Shot after shot squirted out and between the delicate, soft
feet.  Taran inhaled sharply and trembled with the release that had come
all too soon.
     Tay was only seconds behind, and he too sprayed his lover's feet with
hot boy cum, shooting it between his toes and over the insoles of his soft,
beautiful feet.  Tay quivered and sighed with the release, a wave of bliss
passing over his body as his cock throbbed and tingled with pleasure.
     Without a word, the two boys carefully slid back down and began to
lick their cum from their lover's feet.  Two hot tongues lapped the creamy
boy shot eagerly, licking it from the ticklish soles, licking it from
between toes.  Each licked his own creamy juices from the other's feet and
sucked it from his lover's toes--peaches and cream, boy feet and cum.
     Finally sitting up, the two boys kissed tenderly, tasting the other's
cum on his lips.  They kissed again as they reached down and squeezed each
other's limp penis, squeezing out the last reluctant drops of cum.  They
raised their hands and fed each other as do lovers.  As Taran licked his
cum from Tay's long, delicate finger, he wondered how he was going to be
able to spend an hour away from him, never mind weeks or even months.  Tay
was having the same thoughts as he licked his cum from his lover's finger.
     They lay there silently among the props and clutter of Sound Stage 4,
one boy in only his black Guess T-shirt, the other with his bright red
dress pulled up about his waist.  The two young teenagers gazed into each
other's eyes as a common thought exchanged between them.  "It's not just
me, you feel it too, 'cause you know I belong with you," they sang
together.  They drew each other close and as they kissed again, tongues
slipping deep in each other's mouth, and boy feet gently rubbing against
boy feet.

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction and in no way represents or implies
the true sexual orientation of the characters.  Home Improvement and Mark
Taylor are the trademarks and owned by Walt Disney Studios.  Hanson lyrics
are the copyright of Jam 'N' Bread.  Fans are welcome to send comments to
the author, J.O. Dickingson, at authorsix@hotmail.com