Date: Fri, 12 Feb 1999 15:20:45 PST
From: "J.O. Dickingson" <authorsix@hotmail.com>
Subject: TJ & Clay Take Five (t/t Celeb)

Author's note.  This story involves sex between two fourteen-year-old boys,
the teen celebrities Clay Goodell and TJ Christofore of the band Take Five.
It is for posting at adult sites for gay stories only.  It does not reflect
nor imply the sexual orientation of these two celebrities, but only the
wishful thinking of the author.  All lyrics used in this story are by and
copyright Take Five.  Comments are always welcome.  J.O. Dickingson,
authorsix@hotmail.com

                      TJ & Clay Take Five

     "So, you wanna lose another game?" asked TJ with a smirk.
     "Yeah, right," replied Clay, opening up another bottle of cherry coke,
his fav drink.
     "Well?"
     "Naw," the fourteen-year-old replied.  "I've had enough."
     "Yeah, know whatcha mean," agreed TJ tossing the Nintendo on the bed.
"You can only play so much."
     The two teen singing stars stared at the room.  The Rica City Hotel in
Stockholm was not the fanciest of hotels, but it was the top of the tourist
class at 710 SEK per night.  The chairs, desk and end table were made of
red oak, matching with the burgundy wallpaper and red baseboards and
ceiling trim.  Contrasting with the walls and furniture was the dark green
carpet with a pattern of white flowers.  The heavy, ceiling to floor drapes
with large green leaves and burgundy flowers were open, allowing the boys a
view of the city lights.  At first staying in the different hotel rooms in
Europe was an adventure in itself, as exciting as each city they visited,
but after a while even that lost its appeal.  It was Friday, November 13,
their third day in Sweden and tenth week on tour, having begun in Asia on
August 27th and having started their European leg of the tour on October
5th.  A person can only take so much hotel living.  You can also only play
so many video games.
     "Shit, I'm bored," grossed TJ.
     Even though known to be the cheekier of the two youngest members of
Take 5, the young blond would have shocked his fans and dozens of teen
magazine interviewers if they had heard such language, even something as
mild as the word "shit".  One difference invariably touted between Take 5
and most other bands, especially the Back Street Boys and N'Sync with whom
they were most frequently compared, was their clean, healthy image.  These
boys sported no earrings, body piercing, tattoos, or dyed hair, and you
never heard any cursing.
     The wholesome image was not just a promotional gimmick.  The five
teenagers had been raised by very traditional, and very typical parents,
unlike many stars whose parents were bickering with each other, split up,
or fighting over the fame and money of their successful children.  That was
not to say that their moms didn't see the glory of travelling around the
world, and sometimes the boys complained that it was a real pain when their
moms accompanied them on a trip and spoiled their fun.  Nor did it mean
that their dads did not see the thousands of screaming girls at each
concert as good reasons to be pop stars.
     "Yeah," agreed Clay.  "Maybe we should have taken the guys up on the
suggestion we all take in a movie."
     "Naw, Tilky and Ryan wanted to go clubbing, you could tell that."
     "Yeah," Clay agreed.  "Don't really blame them."
     "Tell me.  A guy can get fed up being together twenty-four hours a
day, seven days a week after awhile."
     "Especially after two and a half freakin' months," agreed Clay.
"Besides, it's not like we get that many free evenings."
     "You miss being home?"
     "Freakin' right.  Don't you ever get homesick?"
     "Yeah, I do.  I mean it's wild being on tour and seeing all the
countries most guys only get to see on TV specials, and the screaming girls
"
     "Especially the screaming girls."
     "Yeah," grinned TJ.  "Still, I miss being at home.  I mean, living out
of a suitcase can be a real pain."
     "Yeah, know what you mean," Clay agreed.  The boys stared at the city
lights shining through the window.  "Wonder if Ryan's making out tonight."
     "Yeah, or Tilky."
     The two teenage boys sat there on the bed thinking of the two oldest
band members and fantasizing if they were out on the town.  As they thought
about girls and what it would be like to be on a date, they both felt a
stirring in their pants.  They might have a wholesome image and be
clean-cut kids, but they were teens, with teen dreams and teen hormones.
Clay shifted uncomfortably as he felt his penis begin to swell and he
glanced over at TJ.
     TJ was having the same problems and had at the same time glanced over
at his best buddy.  He and Clay had known each other way back since they
were members of the Minneapolis Boys Choir along with Clay's brother Ryan.
Being on tour together, they had gotten to know each other really well,
especially since if their parents were not with them they roomed together,
as was the case at the moment.  If any of the boy's parents were with the
band, they stayed in a separate room with their parents, but if it was just
the boys, then normally TJ and Clay shared one room and Stevie, Ryan and
Tilky a second with their tutor and the road crew taking up other rooms on
the floor.
     "TJ?"
     "Yeah?"
     "You know that interview for BIG Magazine?"
     "Yeah, course."
     "When you said your first kiss was when you were eleven with a girl
from your school, was that true, or just for the magazine?"
     "Of course it was true.  You know what we've been told, tell the
truth.  Honest, pure, clean and innocent, that's the image we're to promote
if we want to be different from the others.  And if the answer doesn't
reflect that, say nothing."
     "And you really remember thinking it was nice."
     "Yeah," TJ said with a smile as he recalled Danielle.  That was a
mistake.  The thought made him hornier.  He put his hand in his lap to hide
the evidence.  "Why?"
     "No reason."
     "If I remember, you didn't answer the question."
     "No."
     "Why?"
     Clay looked down at the green carpet with white flowers.  Everything
about European hotels was so old, even the carpets.  Even the new hotels
were made to look old.  He looked up at TJ and smiled self-consciously.
"I've never been kissed."
     "Never?"
     "No," he said with a hint of despair in his voice.  He opened his
mouth to say something more, closed it, and opened it again.  "Aw freak,
I'm the only one."
     "Hey, man, mine was no big deal.  I was only eleven.  It was just a
peck."
     "But you said you remember thinking it was nice."
     "Well, yeah."
     "And Ryan and Tilky both said they were eight, and Steve, freak, he
was five."
     "Yeah," chuckled TJ, "but what's a kiss at five?  On the playground
slide?  That's hardly romantic.  Besides, he said that was all he could
remember."
     "At least he has something to remember," Clay said bitterly.
     "Hey, this's gotten to ya hasn't it?"
     "Yeah."
     "Well, interviews can be the shits sometimes."
     "Yeah, I know I shouldn't feel this way," Clay said with a shrug, "but
man, I do."
     "Hey, there's been interviews that have bothered me too, especially
when they start getting too personal."
     "Yeah," Clay said with a chuckle.  "Like, 'what kind of underwear do
you prefer, briefs or boxers?'"
     "Or those interviews where I say something dumb, and think afterward,
shit, that was stupid," said TJ, trying to cheer Clay up.  "Of course some
questions you can't help but say something embarrassing.  Like that
question from My Guy Magazine, share a secret about another band member.
How stupid."
     "Yeah!  Who was it that said Stevie loves to look at himself in the
mirror, and is always looking for zits to squeeze?"
     "Ryan."
     "Yeah, and did Stevie ever get mad at that.  Saying how people never
admit things and point the finger at someone else for their own faults.
For a minute I thought he was going to lose it."
     "Yeah, but then he turned it around like he was joking."
     "He was right about what he said though, about it being our job to
look good."
     "Well, you're lucky there."
     "What do you mean?"
     "Clay's 'a right little cutie and probably one of the politist posters
we've ever met'," TJ said, quoting the interview from TV Hits Magazine only
a few weeks earlier.
     "Well, one of us has to be the cutie, and it sure can't be you," Clay
responded with a smile.
     TJ tossed a pillow and him and Clay grabbed it and tossed it back,
commencing a five- minute pillow fight.  Laughing and flushed with the
exertion, the boys collapsed on Clay's single bed.
     "Can I ask you something?  No joking?" asked Clay.
     "Sure."
     "You ever . . . well . . . ever worry about doing stuff with girls?"
     "Worry?"
     "Yeah, like that you might make a fool of yourself, do it wrong or
something."
     "Does what wrong?"
     "Well, like kiss for example.  I can imagine me bending my head to
kiss a girl and her bending hers and us bumping heads or something, or me
slobbering all over her or something dumb."
     "Never thought about it," replied TJ with a shrug.  "I just imagined
things would happen natural."
     "Yeah, I suppose.  I still wish there was someway to, you know, try it
out before actually doing it."
     "Like do it and if its no good back up time and do it again."
     "Yeah."
     "Maybe you could get a store mannikin to practice with," TJ suggested
with a smile.
     "Hey, they got dolls over here that you can practice more than kissing
with," grinned Clay, the one member of the band that was sure to crack a
joke and make the others laugh.
     One thing the boys in the band had found out was how open some
European countries were when it came to things that were sexual.  Even at
their age, Clay and TJ had noticed that.  They were all pure and wholesome,
but they were not angels.
     "Now that is the one thing that does worry me," TJ said.
     "Doing it with a doll?"
     "No, stupid," TJ said, tossing him a fake punch.  "Doing it."
     "You mean. . . ."
     "Yeah.  Now that would be embarrassing, getting a chance to lose your
virginity and doing it wrong."
     "Thanks, as if I didn't have enough to worry about just worrying if
I'd screw up my first kiss."
     The boys laughed.  They sat in silence, staring at the small burgundy
squares in the wallpaper as they thought about their conversation.
     "We could do something about the kissing part," offered TJ quietly.
     "Like what?"
     "Well, for kissing, you just need two pairs of lips," he said, looking
up with a slight smile.
     "Yeah. . . ," said Clay trying to figure out what he meant.  It
suddenly dawned on him and the fourteen-year-old's hazel eyes widened.
"You're not suggesting. . . ."
     "Why not?"
     Clay was going to say, 'because I'm not gay', but realized if he did
so, it would imply that TJ was gay for suggesting so, and he knew that was
not the case.  At least he didn't think that was the case.  Freak, if it
was, he'd been undressing in front of him for years!  Clay suddenly was not
so sure.  Nor did he know how to answer TJ's question.  "I guess no
reason," he finally said.
     "Right.  It's not as if we are in love, or plan on getting it on or
anything.  It's just to see how it works, so to speak."
     "Like where your nose is when you do it, and where you put your
hands-"
     "Oh, if you were a girl, I know where I would put my hands," TJ joked.
     "Very funny."
     "So, what do you say?"
     "Sure, why not," Clay said with a shrug, although he was far from
certain about this.
     The two boys looked at each other, and then nervously moved closer
together.  Sitting there side by side on the bed, they felt foolish and
awkward.  Being the bolder of the two, TJ turned and bent forward.  Clay
did likewise in response.
     "I think you're supposed to close your eyes."
     "How will I be able to tell where my head is going?"
     "Leave it to instinct."
     Clay did.  They bumped noses.  Laughing, the boys tried it again.
This time their lips touched for a second and they quickly pulled away as
if having received an electric shock.  They looked at each other.
     "Think we got to do it longer."
     They bent forward again, their lips meeting and touching gently.  Not
wanting to be the first to break away, the two boys sat there like that
until they could hold their breath no longer.  As they broke away, they
gasped for air and then giggled.  They were beginning to feel much more
comfortable, and much braver.
     "We're supposed to suck when we kiss," advised TJ.
     Once again their lips met, and this time they sucked.
     "Doesn't do anything for me," said Clay as they parted.
     "Of course not, moron.  It's not supposed to.  We're both guys," said
TJ.  "We're just practising, remember?"
     "Yeah, of course," Clay responded.  Well, that settled the question
about TJ's sexual preference, much to Clay's relief.
     "Besides, even with a guy and a girl, you've got to do it lots, not
just one kiss."
     "Not just one kiss, hoo-hoo-hoo.  Not just one kiss,
uh-uh-uh-oh-yeah," sang Clay in his natural tenor, and TJ joined in with
his high falsetto.
     The two boys laughed, and then holding each other loosely and
self-consciously, they kissed again.  Deciding it was all right, they
kissed again, for practice, and then again.  By the sixth kiss, both boys
felt a stirring between their legs.  They both quickly passed it off as a
natural physical response to what they were doing.  After all, that was
what kissing was supposed to do to you.
     For a joke, and partly out of curiosity, TJ parted his lips and
pressed his tongue against Clay's lips.  Clay immediately opened his mouth,
taking TJ's action as part of the experimentation.  Besides, he was curious
also.  Not daring to back down and look chicken, TJ continued pushing his
tongue forward.  Slowly slipping his tongue into Clay's mouth, he ran it
along the top of Clay's hot, moist tongue.  It was a weird sensation, and
not at all as disgusting as he thought it would be.  Actually, it was
rather erotic, and he felt his cock swell even further.
     Feeling TJ's tongue sliding along his made Clay's cock spring forward
also.  Now that definitely did something for him.  They rolled their
tongues around each other, and then as TJ withdrew his, not to be outdone
Clay followed, slipping his into TJ's mouth.  He continued to slip it in,
sliding it along the top of TJ's slippery tongue, their saliva mixing.
TJ's spittle was flowing copiously and Clay felt it flooding over his
tongue.  The thought of withdrawing his tongue and swallowing TJ's saliva
made his cock spring forward again.  Unable to resist the temptation, he
did it, and his cock stiffed to its full size and pressed hotly against his
stomach, being restrained by his tight Calvin Klein jeans.  His long tongue
immediately retuned for more, and TJ did not resist.
     TJ could not believe this.  Clay had a long tongue, and had on
numerous occasions amused the others in the band with his ability to touch
his nose with the tip.  This was so hot what he was doing now, and if it
was so hot with him, it would be wild with a girl.  The feel of his tongue
in his mouth and the thought that the saliva from Clay's mouth was mixing
with his had his cock hard and throbbing with excitement.  TJ was very much
aware that he had sprung, but it didn't bother him.  That was the whole
point of kissing, and like he had said earlier, it should not really make a
difference whose lips were touching whose.  Besides, it felt good when it
was hard, so why not enjoy it?
     Clay was holding TJ by the hips for support as they kissed.  As their
lips parted, he thought he'd try something he'd seen on television.  If TJ
objected, he'd just say he wanted to see what it was like.  As they bent
their heads forward one more time, he slid his lips along TJ's and kissed
his cheek beside his mouth instead.  When TJ didn't object, he kept
kissing, quick, little pecks along his cheek until he reached his ear, and
then he slipped his tongue into his ear and gave it a quick lick.  TJ
immediately pulled away with a quiver.  Clay looked at him with
uncertainty, ready with his excuse.
     "Oh shit, that was so freaking wild," TJ gasped, his greenish-grey
eyes sparkling. "What made you think of that?"
     "Seen it once on TV.  It's good, huh?"
     "Shit yeah, sent tingles down my spine."
     "Really?"
     "Sure, want me to try it?"
     "Sure," Clay said with a shrug, pretending not to care but desperately
wanting to experience whatever TJ had also.
     Holding Clay by the waist, TJ began by kissing his ear lobe and then
licking it, and then the rim, sort of teasing him before slipping his
tongue inside.  As he felt Clay trembling, he knew he was feeling the same
thing as he had felt.  This was really wild!  The boys continued kissing
and licking, cheeks, ears, lips. . . .
     The natural thing was to continue as they had seen hundreds of times
on television.  As TJ moved on down to Clay's neck and kissed it, Clay
began to massage his butt.  Now that felt good, and TJ imagined it would
feel even better with Clay's hands inside his jeans.
     Kissing his way back up along Clay's cheek, he kissed him on the lips
one more time, and as he did so, he slipped his hands under Clay's T-shirt,
figuring he could always laugh and claim it was a joke if Clay objected.
Shit, his skin was so smooth and so warm!  When he did not object, TJ
continued to caress, starting with his sides, and then slowly working his
way up along his ribs and then over his chest.  At a hundred-and-fourteen
pounds, he was only slightly lighter than TJ, and they were identical in
height, both standing at five foot seven.  Clay began to breathe heavier as
TJ massaged his chest, running his fingertips over his silky smooth skin
and caressing his slightly bulging pecs.  As he lightly brushed against one
of his nipples with the side of his hand, TJ noticed that it was hard.
     Clay raised his hands from TJ's butt and began to massage his back,
running his hands firmly and confidently, massaging this muscles above his
T-shirt.  He could hear TJ breathing deeply, and he too was gasping for
breath.  This was so freaking wild he could not believe it, and it felt so
good getting turned on he did not want it to stop.  His cock was straining
in his pants for a hot jerk, and he squirmed and wiggled his butt on the
bed as his dickhead itched madly in his jeans.  Finally the two boys
stopped their caressing, and pulling apart but still embracing, they looked
at each other.  Their youthful faces were flushed and their eyes sparking,
their naturally red lips moist with saliva.
     "This is so wild," said TJ excitedly.
     "Yeah."
     "I had no idea it would be so hot."
     "Me neither.  Guess it don't matter if the other lips belong to a guy
or a girl all right.  It's the kissing that does it."
     "Yeah, though I would guess you'd have to like the other person."
     "Yeah, of course.  It wouldn't work if you found the other person
disgusting."
     "Or ugly."
     "Right."
     "So, did it, well, make you, well, you know," TJ asked, his eyes
sparkling but his face flushed with embarrassment.
     "Am I sprung?"
     "Yeah," TJ said, blushing even more.
     "Yeah, sure am.  You?"
     "Yeah," he beamed, glad the same had happened to Clay.
     "It feels great don't it, when it's sprung."
     "Oh yeah, the greatest."
     "When it gets that way, do you, ah, well, you know."
     "Sometimes," TJ said, knowing what he meant.  "You?"
     "Yeah, sometimes."
     "Me too," TJ repeated.
     "You do it all the way?"
     "Sometimes," TJ said with a shrug, as if it wasn't anything that
important.
     "Me too," Clay said, and then quickly added, "not often though."
     "Don't you like it?"
     "Sure.  I like it a lot.  There's often just not much chance to, well,
do it, you know."
     "Yeah, being together twenty-four hours a day can be a pain
sometimes."
     "So, where do you do it, when you do it all the way?"
     "In the can."
     "Huh, me too.  Not the most romantic place."
     "Especially when you're really into it and Tilky pounds on the door
and tells you to hurry up because he has to take a crap."
     "Yeah," laughed Clay.
     The two boys sat there, both having the same thoughts, both wanting to
glance at the other's crotch, neither knowing how to bring up the
suggestion that was on each of their minds.
     "Huh, well " they both began.  They stopped, laughed, waited forever
for the other to speak, and tried again.  "Well " They laughed again.
     "I was trying to say," TJ finally managed to speak first, "we aren't
sharing a room with Tilky tonight."
     "Yeah, we aren't," Clay said with a smile, getting the hint, but not
sure exactly what TJ had in mind.
     Since Clay hadn't gotten angry, TJ decided to try the next hint.  "Of
course since we both do it we don't have to take turns in the can."
     "You mean. . . ."
     "If you want to do something about your woodie," TJ said, and then
hurriedly added, "course you don't have to if you don't want to, or if you
do we "
     "No, I want to," Clay said quickly, afraid TJ might talk himself out
of the suggestion.  "Do something about it that is."
     "Cool."
     The boys again sat there, not sure how to proceed.
     "I guess if we're going to do something, we better, before the guys
come back and want to come in or something," TJ finally said.
     "Yeah, we better."
     TJ pulled down his fly, feeling more nervous than just before their
opening number at a concert, and feeling just as pumped up too.  He debated
if he should just pull it out and wank, or if he should pull down his pants
and underwear.  Noticing Clay unsnap the snap at the top of his Calvin
Kleins, TJ did likewise.  The two boys stood and pushed their blue jeans
down to their ankles.  They were wearing coloured briefs, Clay red and TJ
blue.  The boys had changed clothes plenty of times, either in the dressing
room where they were performing, or in the hotel room before going to eat
or doing the town.  Seeing each other in their underwear was not unusual,
but stripping down this time was for a very different reason, and it felt
totally different.  Besides, each could not help notice how the other's
briefs tented out.  Suddenly each boy wondered just how he compared to the
other, and got more than a bit apprehensive.
     TJ took the lead, and Clay quickly followed before he lost his
courage.  The two boys nervously glanced at each other, afraid to get
caught.
     "Ah, screw it," Clay said.  "I've never seen another guy's when its
stiff, and I doubt if I'll ever have another chance.  You mind if I have a
good look."
     "No," sighed TJ with relief.  "I was thinking the same."
     The two horny young boys checked each other out.  They were both
uncut, their foreskins still covering their knobs.  To each other's relief,
they looked identical in size, both about five inches long.  They even
seemed to have the same size balls.  The only difference was in the colour
of their hairs, and that Clay seemed to be hairier.
     Sitting there on the pale gray bed cover side by side, the two boys
reached down simultaneously and wrapped their fingers about their stiff,
aching cocks.  As each pulled back on the skin, unveiling their cockheads,
the two curious teens again looked at each other.  Even their knobs were
similar in shape and colour, both being sloped sharply almost like
arrowheads, and both being a slightly ruddy brown in colour.
     They began to pump their fists slowly, working them up and down their
stiff cocks, feeling the familiar and wonderful feeling as they stimulated
their sensitive cockheads, as they slowly pumped themselves to an orgasm.
They squirmed and panted as they worked their fists, watching each other,
thinking of the end, and wondering what it would be like to see another's
cock spurting that stuff that up until now they had only seen themselves.
They watched their fists and glanced at each other, their eyes intent,
their breathing growing heavier, the only sound in the room being the
flapping of their fists against their crotches.

                        Jump up and down
            Everybody's gettin' down with this sound
                When the music takes you around
          Let the rhythm take you off the ground, hey
                           (Jump Up)

     "You cumming soon?" asked TJ as he panted for breath.
     "Yeah, you?"
     "Sure am."
     "What do you do with your stuff?"
     "Usually shoot it in the toilet.  Shit, never thought to get some
tissue or toilet paper."
     "Me neither."
     The thought of shooting, and of seeing the other shoot, was too much
for the blond fourteen-year-old.
     "Oh shit," cried out TJ as he felt it rising up his cock and he knew
he could do nothing about it.  He thrust out his hips as his first shot
jetted out, sailing through the air and adding another white spot to the
green carpet.  He quivered as another three shots fired one after another,
two landing on the floor and the third in his blue underwear.
     Clay inhaled sharply as he too shot, his semen also flying out and
striking the floor.  He sighed and quivered as he came, and he glanced over
at the shooting cock of his best buddy.  It was freaking wild seeing
another guy cumming, and it felt so great sharing the experience
     The two boys lay there, quivering and trembling, their cocks with a
strand of cum hanging from their slits, their hands sticky.  Finally they
got up and shuffled to the bathroom to get toilet paper.  Squeezing the
remaining cum out of their cocks, they wiped their hands and then pulling
up their pants and underwear, wiped the floor.
     "That was awesome," sighed TJ as the two lay back on Clay's bed.
     "Totally!"
     The boys opened up some soda and snacks and talked about what they had
just done, and how it had felt.  They talked about how they had first found
out about it, how often they did it, what they thought about when they did
it, everything they could think of.  It was so cool being able to talk
about this part of their lives with someone.
     "I wonder how Cameron Diaz would feel knowing you think about her when
you wank off?" Clay observed.
     "Actually, now I've seen you doing it, I think I just might think
about you next time."
     "Yeah, I might think about you too."
     "Really?"
     "Yeah, that was freakin' seeing your cock shoot."
     "Likewise."
     "You, ah, well, still horny?"
     "Sure," TJ said, which was the truth.
     "Wanna do it again?"
     "Sure," he said with a grin.  "You wanna, well, try each other?" he
suggested with a shrug, ready to back off with the slightest indication of
rejection.
     "Sure."
     The two boys grinned happily and sighed with relief that the other had
not thought the idea perverted.
     "Let's pretend we're doing it with a girl, right from the kissing to
the end."
     "Cool."
     That gave justification for what they were doing, which made the two
self-conscious teens all the more comfortable with the powerful and
frightening feelings they were experiencing.  The two boys turned to each
other and kissed.  It was not long before that became Frenching and along
with it disrobing each other, just as they had fantasized hundreds of times
except their partner up until that moment had been a girl.  The boys were
hot, and pulling down each other's flies and pushing down each other's
pants and underwear got them even hotter.  They did not stop at the ankles
this time.  Removing them totally, the boys also slipped off each other's
T-shirt so they were laying on the bed naked.
     Clay ran his hand over TJ's butt, hoping it would feel as good as it
had over his jeans.  It felt even more fantastic, his butt being so soft
and warm.  It felt even better when TJ's hand began to massage Clay's ass
also.  The two teens slowly caressed each other, running their fingertips
over each other's smooth boy flesh.  Their lips met, softly, tenderly,
touching this time in an act of love, not an act of curiosity.  They
savoured each kiss as their hands moved up along each other's body, gently
massaging sides and back, and then moving over to gently caress each
other's smooth, hairless chests.  At fourteen they had both developed
slight mounds of tit muscle, the muscle still baby soft and contoured, not
yet developing the strength and firmness that came with maturity.
     TJ slipped his tongue into Clay's mouth as he palpitated his breasts,
squeezing them and releasing them.  He quivered as Clay reciprocated,
slipping his long tongue along his, entering his mouth and exploring along
his teeth.  Shit, it felt so weird having another part of a guy's body in
you, and he wondered what it would be like to have his thing in a girl.
For a second he wondered what it would be like to have his cock in Clay's
body, and vice versa, and then quickly brushed the thought away.  Shit, he
wasn't that type of guy.
     As Clay's tongue and his duelled in his mouth and they pressed their
lips together more tightly, TJ could feel Clay's saliva flowing from his
mouth into his.  That was so erotic!  There is no way that a girl would do
that to a guy, or allow him to do it to her, he was sure.  Girls were so
easily grossed out, but this was not gross.  If it was, then he evidently
was turned on by things that were gross because his cock was swelling.
     TJ pressed his body close to Clay's and he felt his warm, flaccid cock
against his thigh.  He also felt it growing, which made his swell even
faster.  He felt Clay press his legs closer, squeezing their growing cocks
between their bodies.  That was another thing a girl and guy could not do.
Once again the thought of his cock up Clay's asshole, and Clay's up his,
came to mind.  This time he thought about it and enjoyed the idea for a few
seconds before forcing it out of his mind.  Shit, what would Clay think if
he knew he'd had such a thought!
     Clay could take it no longer.  Slipping his hand down along TJ's
chest, his fingertips rose and fell as he passed each rib.  They slipped
along the smooth curvature to his waist and then across to his belly
button.  TJ shivered and giggled as Clay's index and forefinger touched the
sensitive, ticklish button.  Clay quickly moved on.  He did not want this
to turn into a tickling match.  He wanted it to continue being what it was,
hot, exciting, and mysterious.  This was so freaking wild being kissed and
kissing, being caressed and caressing.  Feeling his cock swelling and
pressing against TJ's thighs, and feeling TJ's hot cock pressing against
his thigh as it grew also was so hot.  He was causing TJ to get stiff, and
TJ was getting him horny, and most exciting of all, TJ had to be feeling
and thinking the same things as he was.
     His fingertips slid along TJ's smooth belly and met his hairs.  They
were soft and silky.  He played with them for a while, twirling them in his
fingers as he extracted his tongue from TJ's mouth and kissed him gently on
the lips.  TJ reached down and began to do the same to him.  Moving on,
Clay slipped his fingers along the curve of TJ's stomach and followed the
crevice where his thigh joined, following it down until his fingers met
TJ's hot, damp ball sac.  He ran his fingers along the silky smooth hairs
there, and along the warm, smooth sac.  Waiting until TJ was similarly
caressing his balls, Clay finally slipped his fingers about TJ's still
flaccid but rapidly growing cock.
     It felt so strange holding another boy's cock.  He slipped his three
longest fingers under it and his thumb over it and barely touching it, slid
his fingers along the length.  It felt so soft and rubbery, so warm and
smooth.  TJ's foreskin was partially retracted and he ran his fingertips
past it and along the soft knob that was exposed to the sensitive opening.
He eased his fingers back, touching TJ's organ ever so slightly so that the
foreskin stayed in place as he ran his fingers back down over it and back
down the shaft to the downy hairs.
     TJ could not believe how wild it was to feel someone messing with his
cock.  He had done just what Clay was doing many times as he lay in bed
thinking about the day and pleasuring himself before falling asleep.
Having someone else's fingers doing it was totally different.  Hesitantly
but not without anticipation, he slipped his fingers about Clay's cock,
holding it with all four fingers and his thumb as he usually did his.  It
had to be close to three-quarters erect.  TJ tightened his fingertip grip
at the base and tugged on it and shook it as he was used to doing to
himself, and as he felt the soft, rubbery tube begin to lengthen and
thicken in his hands he smiled and relaxed.  Clay's thing was responding
the same way as his, and that was so cool.
     Still laying on their sides, the boys pulled apart to allow each
other's arms and hands some space, and so they could look down at what was
happening between their legs.  It was so cool seeing their buddy's hand
rubbing and tugging on their most private and most special part.  It was so
cool to see the contrast between Clay's dark brown hairs and TJ's light
blond ones.  What was especially cool was seeing your cock grow into a
hard, hot boner in your buddy's hand.
     Each boy lay there and concentrated on the unique feeling of having
someone else beating off their meat.  It was weird how the feeling in their
cock was still the same but how having no control over the hand that was
creating those feelings made it totally different.  Equally weird was how
strange it was to have your fist wrapped about a hot, hard cock and to be
tugging up and down on it, but it not being your own cock.  The cock you
were gripping felt the same as yours, but you could not feel the pleasure
rippling through it.  The words from Deeper Love came to both of their
minds and they hummed the words silently

                         Movin' closer
               Wanna feel your body next to mine
                    All night it's so right
         Hold on tight let's do it over and over again.

     Each boy could feel the pleasure rippling through his cock and each
knew the other was feeling the same thing, and it was great.  The tingling
sensation making the head itch, the gradual build up of desire until the
need to shoot a load off became so great it was impossible to lay still,
and the anticipation of that moment of release, it was all so familiar, but
this time, so much more powerful.  The boys began to breathe heavier as
they felt themselves approaching that peak, and they closed their eyes and
savoured the delight of approaching climax, and the delight of pleasuring
their best friend.
     TJ curled his body and kissed Clay's neck and Clay responded with a
kiss to TJ's forehead.  The boy's hands speeded up and they kissed
passionately, hot breaths blowing against each other's neck and in each
other's face as they kissed and nibbled on necks, cheeks and ears.  Their
cocks began to ache with the approaching climax and they grunted and
squirmed.  Hot, moist lips met and the boys sucked and separated in rapid
succession and then threw their heads back as they felt their juice gush up
the centre of their cocks.
     Hot, juicy cum spurted out of their burning cockheads, striking each
other's chests and stomachs with a rapid volley of teen cum.  The boys
gasped and groaned in ecstasy as their cocks throbbed out their cum, as
they felt their buddy's cock throbbing in their hand.  Their hot, juicy cum
trickled down each other's body and flowed out of their stiff cocks and
over the hand grasping it.  The air was filled with its unique, musky
fragrance and the boys inhaled it deeply as they released their holds on
each other and lay on their backs.  Their sticky fingers slipped along
their thighs half way to their knees where they rested and the boys
savoured the bliss of release and the eroticism of having sprayed each
other's bodies.  This was so much better than doing it yourself hiding away
in the toilet.  Both knew this was not going to be the only time.
     The boys did not say anything when they awoke the next morning, but
they exchanged sheepish, knowing grins.  The demands of practice and
performing that evening occupied their minds for the rest of the day, but
had the other three boys not been similarly occupied, they might have
noticed during breaks the covert glances that Clay and TJ were giving each
other and the slight smiles that the two exchanged.  Had they not credited
being hyped up performing before several thousand screaming Swedish fans
that night, the three boys might have wondered about the level of energy
and wild vibes from their two youngest players.  They were in fantastic
spirits.
     After the concert the boys were normally revved up for several hours
yet, long after the fans had gone and the instruments had been packed.
Even Ryan got caught up in that aspect of performing although he was
usually the one who could sleep through anything, and was usually the first
to head for bed.  If they could, the boys wandered the town or found an all
night arcade where they could play their fav game, James Bond OO7, and if
none was available or they were liable to be swarmed by fans, they would go
to one or the other's hotel room and play Tekken 3 or some other game on
their Gameboys and talk for all hours of the night.
     To the surprise of the older boys, this night Clay was the one who
announced he was going to just turn in for the evening.  Even more of a
surprise was TJ's announcement that he was tired too.  The others
immediately accused the two of being up all night playing instead of
resting up for their performance.  The boys just smiled and glanced at each
other sheepishly, which reinforced the opinion of their older friends.  If
the senior boys of the band knew just what form of playing the two
fourteen-year-olds had been engaged in they would have been shocked.
     So, while Tilky, Steve and Ryan went exploring the town, Clay and TJ
headed for their room.  Once the door was closed, they glanced at each
other hesitantly.
     "So, like, you really tired?" TJ asked tentatively.
     "No," replied Clay with a slight smile.  "Just didn't feel like being
with the others tonight."
     "Yeah, being on top of each other all the time can be a pain," said
TJ.  The moment he said it, another meaning of "being on top of each other"
came to his mind and he blushed even though there was no way for Clay to
know his thought.  What he did not know, was the moment he said it Clay did
think exactly that.  Then another thought came to his mind.  "So, maybe you
want to be alone for a while.  I can leave."
     "No, it was just being with the other guys.  You know, after
practising all day, and the performance.  I just wanted some quite time."
     "Yeah, me too," TJ agreed.
     The two sat on the bed side by side.  Clay picked up the school books
TJ had left on the bed and put them neatly on the desk.  TJ was the messy
type, which was funny since on the other hand he was always worrying about
having things matching, like his shirt had to match his pants and his pants
had to match his shoes and even his watch had to match his outfit.  Clay
himself was a typical teenager and no neatness freak, but he wasn't quite
as untidy as TJ.
     TJ picked up one of the teen mags they had purchased and thumbed
through it.  The boys glanced at each other again.
     "Fans were hot tonight," observed TJ.
     "Yeah, really."
     "Wish we could somehow bug them, you know, and then listen to what
they say after a concert."
     "Like, oooh, that Clay gets me so hot my panties are just dripping
with cunt juice wishing he was between my legs."
     "Yeah, right," laughed TJ, except I think they'd be talking about me
that way.  I'm the hot one in the group.
     "Yeah, right, in your dreams," laughed Clay.
     "Anyway, it would be neat to be able to listen to them."
     "Yeah, like if we had some gadget that we could wear that would make
us invisible."
     "That gadget you mentioned in that interview.  The one you said you'd
like to be able to wear on your wrist so you could walk through walls, into
girls changing rooms in high school and stuff."
     "I can't believe I really said that," Clay said.
     "Or that they printed it," laughed TJ and the boys winced.
     "Hey, we're so hot right now they'd print what our fav deodorant is."
     "Fan mags can be so insensitive sometimes."
     "Yeah."
     The two boys stared at the wallpaper.
     "You horny?" TJ finally dared to ask.
     "Yeah," Clay said with a smile.
     "Me too," said TJ.
     "Wanna jack each other again?"
     "Sure," TJ readily agreed, and then thinking of his earlier thought,
quickly added "Unless you want to do something else."
     "Well," began Clay, "I was wondering . . . "
     "Yeah?  I'm willing to try something different."
     "You know how they say when a guy's hot for a girl, that he's hot for
a piece of ass?"
     "Yeah."
     "You think that's possible?"
     "What do you mean?"
     "To fuck a person's ass."
     "I guess so.  Guys talk about it."
     "Wanna try that?"
     "Sure.  Your ass is as cute as any girl's."
     "Well thank you," Clay said in as high a voice as he could.
     "You better stay tenor, dude," laughed TJ.
     "So how do we go about this?"
     "Same as last night, I guess, except we need something to make our
cocks slippery so they can get up each other's butt."
     "Hand lotion?"
     "That should do it."
     The moment the boys kissed, memories of the previous day flooded back
and they immediately began to get aroused.  Once again they slid their
tongues into each other's mouths, once again they began to caress each
other.  Slowly they unbuttoned each other's shirt and removed it, and then
unzipped each other's pants and pushed them down.  They slowly stripped
each other and caressed as they did so, running fingers over chests and
thighs, over butts and stomachs.
     Slowly they got erect, and they fondled each other's stiff cock.  Clay
opened the hand lotion and smeared it over his erect cock and then TJ
rolled over on his stomach.  Grasping his ass cheeks and pulling them
apart, TJ wondered what this was going to be like.  As he felt Clay's
slippery finger tips touch his asshole his heart speeded up.  Then as he
felt Clay's finger press against his butthole, TJ opened his asshole and
squirmed as he felt Clay insert his finger up it.  Withdrawing it, Clay
squeezed out more lotion and slipped his index finger in again.
     Rolling over and laying on his back with his ass raised on the
pillows, TJ spread his legs and his best buddy got between them.  Clay
pressed his cock head against TJ's hole and pushed.  The two boys were
breathing heavily with the excitement, and as they strained to unite their
breathing grew even heavier.  TJ tried to open up his asshole, and Clay
tried to penetrate him.  The two fourteen-year-olds grunted and inhaled
sharply with their first attempt at fucking.  They were about to conclude
that fucking ass was a thing of fantasies and porn mags when they felt
Clay's cockhead slip into TJ.
     Clay could not believe it as he slowly slid his cock into TJ's hot,
moist hole.  It had hurt like hell wedging open his asshole and he was
about to give up.  Now as he felt his hard, aching bone being surrounded by
hot, moist flesh, he was glad he had persevered.  He slowly eased it in as
far as he could, and then he slowly eased it out a few inches.  This was so
freaking!  He slowly eased it in again, unable to believe he was actually
fucking.  Even more unbelievable was that he was fucking a boy, his best
buddy, and that it was delightful.  It was freaking wild the way his cock
felt, and the way TJ was squirming and grunting with evident pleasure.
     TJ could not believe what was happening to him, or the way he felt.
The sensation was undescribable.  He squirmed and gasped as he felt Clay
working in and out of his butt.  He was being fucked!  He was no longer a
virgin.  His asshole was burning and itching and making his cock feel so
desperate for a wanking it was all he could do to keep his hands away from
it.  He did, because he wanted to do the same to Clay as Clay was doing to
him.
     Clay began to speed up and from the look of pleasure on his face, TJ
knew what was about to happen.  This was so wild making Clay come this way!
With a grunt and a push of his hips, Clay trembled and grasped TJ's hips
tightly as his cum erupted.  The look on his face as he shot his load was
fantastic.  TJ trembled with his own pleasure, unable to believe he was
being filled with cum.  Even more unbelievable was how good that felt.
Clay finally eased his cock out and rolled over on his back.
     TJ could not wait.  It was his turn.  He quickly greased his stiff
five inches of hard flesh with the hand lotion, and Clay got into position
on the pillows and spread his legs. Clay closed his eyes as he felt TJ's
greasy forefinger press against his asshole and then slip into his rectum.
It felt weird, and he wondered what it was going to be like to have TJ's
cock up there.  He did not have long to wait.  TJ got in position between
his legs and pressed his slippery cockhead against his anus.  Clay strained
to accept him.  As he felt the hard, hot knob stretching apart his
sphincter, he grunted and breathed deeply.  Freak, this was hurting so
much, yet he wanted it so desperately.
     He did want it.  He had found fucking TJ's ass so marvellous, he had
to give his best friend the same experience.  Besides, he wanted to
experience what TJ had.  Closing his eyes tight and biting his lower lip,
he opened and closed his asshole in desperation, trying to ignore the
tearing pain as TJ's cock continued to press on.  It had hurt him entering
TJ, but it had not been anywhere near this painful.  Then, just as he was
sure he could take no more, he felt TJ's cockhead slip into his rectum and
his sphincter close behind it.
     As TJ slowly pressed forward, easing his aching cock into Clay's hot,
moist ass, he could not believe he had slipped his cock up Clay's rectum.
This was something you told others to do as a joke, or that was part of a
dirty story.  Now it was something real.  He had his cock buried up his
best buddy's asshole, and it felt great!  He slowly began to pump his cock
in and out as Clay had done to him.  He was fucking his best buddy's ass!
It was so fantastic!  It felt so hot, so wild, that he wished they could do
it forever.  It was not just the feelings that were throbbing through his
cock, nor the thoughts racing through his mind, but the fact that the two
of them were doing this together.  This was real sex.
     TJ revelled in the sensations of his first fuck, and closed his eyes
in pure ecstasy.  'This is crazy,' he thought, 'I hate pushups.'  What he
was doing he did not hate.  If this was what pushups were like, he'd be
doing them every night.  Soon he felt the familiar signs.  Part of him
wanted to stop so he could enjoy it, and part of him wanted to speed up so
he could enjoy the immense pleasure at the end.  The latter won and he
worked his hips to and fro quickly, and the closer he got the faster he
pumped his hips.  And then he was coming too, filling his best buddy with
his hot cream.  He gasped and trembled with his release, and Clay trembled
with him.  The two boys were in perfect harmony, just as they were when
they sang.
     At that moment the two boys knew that what hey had experienced was
special.  They knew that when they jacked off in the future, they would be
thinking of this moment.  They also knew that when they needed to get off,
this was going to be the preferred way.  Whether this meant they were gay,
or bi, did not matter.  What did matter was that they were the best of
friends, and they had experienced something that can only be experienced
between the best of friends.  Their bodies flushed with release and TJ
still buried up Clay's ass, the two fourteen-year- old boys stretched
forward and their lips met.  The words from Deeper Love came to both of
their minds.

              There's no deeper love, deeper love,
                        Deeper love baby
                  Than the one I feel for you
              There's no deeper love, deeper love
                        Deeper love baby
                    Every word I say is true
                  Trust my heart it is no lie.