Date: Fri, 17 Dec 1999 01:45:24 EST
From: Tony Idolatry <xxxidolatry@hotmail.com>
Subject: "Zac Hanson, Boy Slut"

    This is a story containing sexual acts between consenting males.If you
are underage, or if this sort of material is in any way illegal where you
live, then turn back now! This story is, in its entirety, a work of FICTION.
While the characters do exist, this FICTICIOUS work is in no way meant to
imply anything about the actual sexual orientation of the characters. All
members of Hanson and those people in their immediate universe are, unless
we are told otherwise, real-life heterosexuals. Sorry, guys! :) Also, words
in this story that could be considered derogatory are said in the heat of
passion. Take them for what they're worth: nothing at all. Enjoy the story!


Zac Hanson, Boy Slut


    It was a typically steamy August afternoon in Tulsa, and the only sounds
coming out of Zac Hanson's room were the gentle whirring of an air
conditioner and the wet slapping of his spit-covered right hand, flailing up
and down the length of his rock hard six inch cock. Zac had been a raging
ball of hormones all morning. He had started out in the basement, practicing
some new songs with his brothers, but he was so horny that every time he'd
slam on his drums, the slightest vibration would make his prick twitch. As
soon as Issac left to meet a date and Taylor decided to write some lyrics,
Zac ran up the stairs, closed his door behind him and ripped off his clothes
as fast as possible. He didn't know what was making him so desperate to jack
off. Maybe the heat. All he knew was that now was his chance, and he was
going to slowly milk himself for every last drop of pleasure.
    Zac looked like a kinky angel, spread eagle across the top of his fiery
red bedspread, buck naked, tugging on his joystick for all it was worth. He
had popped a gay porno tape into the TV at the foot of his bed, muting the
volume so Tay wouldn't hear the animalistic groans of smooth muscle hunks
getting their cherries popped, one by one. As hot as the tape was, Zac's
intense dark eyes were focused on his own cock. He was a late bloomer, so
he'd only started stroking off recently, still unable to stop focusing on
his own body.
    Shit, had he bloomed! It seemed like overnight, Zac went from being the
baby brother to the hunkiest Hanson, and now his assets were on display for
all the perverted gods to see. Zac's nicely formed biceps were straining
from hard work, his right hand continuing to jerk away, his left hand
tweaking a brown nipple on his smooth bronze chest. His abs were beginning
to develop a six-pack. Zac had taken to doing push-ups every night on his
bedroom floor, but he'd usually wind up in a pool of sweat after giving in
to his horniness and repeatedly thrusting his dick against the floor until
he creamed his briefs.
    Zac's cock made anyone who saw his bulging leather pants know he'd be
great to suck off. It was pretty long for his age, and definitely thick
enough to stretch any hole to the limit, with a dark cockhead the size of a
small lightbulb. Zac loved his cockhead. Whenever he'd fist the length of
his meat, his hand would always slam into the ridge of his tip, causing Zac
to throw his head back and pre-cum to ooze onto his fingers.
    His perfect bod continued to writhe around the bed in pleasure, Zac
never letting up on his rock-hard manbone. Despite the air conditioning,
sweat started to form on Zac's brow and also made his smooth ballsac
slippery. "I fuckin' love it when it's hot," Zac whispered to himself. He
stopped jerking for a second to bring his long fingers up to his pretty pink
lips, slowly sucking on each one and coating them with maximum saliva for
more dick draining. He lowered his hand again, stopping to moisten his hard
nipples and quickly reached below his balls to tease his bubble butt with a
finger or two. "Uhhhhhh," he groaned in his deep big boy voice, feeling so
damn sexy, knowing he could blow his load in a matter of seconds but
choosing to worship himself for as long as possible. He knew that's what his
fans would do if they could see him there. What a great fucking centerfold
he'd make for the teen magazines now, he thought. Just give him a minute to
tie his long blonde hair back, he fantasized, so they could see the puddles
of sweat by his neck and pumped upper body, working to churn out a gooey
white prize that none of those girls would ever get to taste.
    "Fuck, yeah," he groaned again at that thought, his voice dropping
deeper, his wet hand squishing against his cock a little louder. Maybe Tay
would hear him. Bring it on, Zac thought. Every time he'd hear a low tone
coming from the basement keyboard, all he could think was "come up here and
find me." At that moment, only one thing mattered to Zac Hanson. It was six
inches long and he had both hands wrapped around it. His brain was drenched
in lust. He couldn't remember the lyrics to the new songs. He didn't know
what he had for breakfast. All Zac knew was that he was the hottest piece of
twink ass in Tulsa, and he was ready to prove it to any stud - ANY stud who
came a knocking. "Mmmmmmm.....bahhhhhhhhhp," he moaned, a corny joke he'd
recited dozens of times while jacking off, but somehow always appropriate as
he got to slapping his prick around a bit rougher and preparing to shoot his
wad.
    "Zac!" The voice of his older brother was coming from the end of the
hallway, plenty of time for Zac to cover up or lock the door like he'd done
countless times before. Zac simply turned his vacant eyes towards the
doorway and kept whacking, a slave to the feeling. Bring it on, bro, he
thought again. Bring it on.
    The door opened quickly, Taylor intently looking at a lyrics sheet he
was holding. "Zac, I think we need to change the second...." Taylor stared,
mouth agape, at the scene in front of him. There was his no-longer-baby
brother staring back at him, not angry, not smiling, just staring, sweat
trickling down his neck and onto his naked chest. The squishy methodical
jerking continued, Zac's cock finding another quarter inch or so of
erectness at the excitement of finally showing Tay all he had to offer. The
sounds of the room were now threefold: Zac's cock, the Frigidaire, and the
rustle of Taylor's lyric sheet as it fell to the rug. "...Verse," Taylor
finally finished his thought, gulping back the girlish squeal of his voice.
For a good fifteen seconds, neither Hanson said a word. Zac jacked off and
Tay stared. He drank in the entire beauty of his dirty little brother, from
the pouty expressionless lips, to the heaving hard chest, to that slick
thick prick. Taylor instantly felt the weight of his own manmeat press his
Joe Boxers against the inside of his jeans. Zac's eyes turned slightly
downward to watch Tay get hard. A small smile escaped from his lips. Mission
accomplished. For sure.
    "You like what you see, Tay?" Zac gazed at him encouragingly for an
answer and pinched the nipple closest to Tay to seal the deal.
    "God, yes," the older teen groaned. He couldn't believe what was
happening, but he could suspend disbelief if it meant he'd get a taste of
Zac. Taylor instinctively started rubbing his bulge through his jeans.
    "You like watching me jerk it for you? Huh?" Zac was delirious with
power over his prey. "You like watching your little drummer boy pound his
big drumstick for you, bro?"
    "Oh fuck, Zac!"
    "Yeah, it feels pretty good for me too. Mmmm..." Zac kept his eyes
locked on Taylor as he brought his fingers to his mouth again for a slow
sucking. A long trail of saliva attached itself to Zac's exiting index
finger and came to rest on his chin. "Christ, that taste makes my mouth
water so much," he explained. By this point it was a miracle that Taylor
wasn't drooling all over himself as well. He wanted to be in that mouth.
Maybe Zac would hold his tongue if he were too busy using it to slurp down
my dick, Taylor thought hopefully.
     "I feel so lonely being the only one with my cock in my hand," Zac said
with fake sadness. He was pushing every one of Taylor's buttons just right.
"Why don't you unzip your fly so I can see that big snake you've been hiding
from me all this time?"
     Taylor took a tight hold of his bulge. "You want to see this snake,
Zacky?"
     "Mmmmmm, yeah. Hope it's the kind that bites."
     "Yeah. It bites. Spits out some pretty nasty venom too." Taylor started
unzipping and getting into the dirty talk. "You want my venom, Zac?"
     "Yeah! I want your fuckin' venom inside me, but I don't see the snake
yet. Where's that big fucker?" Zac was incredibly pleased, but more than a
little impatient to see his brother's cock. He had never actually seen it
for ages. The thought of it now forced him to slow his pumping down to a
crawl.
     "Here's your snake, bro," Tay said as he quickly but carefully fished
through the fly of his boxers. "Here's your big fuckin' anaconda!"
     "Mmmmm, baby," Zac cooed as Tay edged closer to the bed while revealing
his meat. Zac had planned to coo at any size dick, but this one truly was a
snake! It had to be nine, if not ten inches long, and pretty damn thick, if
not quite as thick as his own. "Jesus, Tay! For someone with such delicate
features, you're so much man!"
     "It's gonna look right at home when I fuck your tonsils."
     "Oh, man!" Zac sat up as Taylor reached the side of the bed. The
ear-to-ear grin directly under Taylor's angelic blond hair and blue eyes
told Zac that he'd wanted this for awhile. In fact, Taylor had just noticed
the porno tape, but could certainly care less. The youngest Hanson hunk
reached out his hands to grope Tay's burning hot schlong. He had to lengthen
his strokes - he had three extra inches to arouse!
     "Yeah, go to it, Zac!" Apparently, he was doing just fine. As he pulled
on Tay's inviting prick, Zac wondered how he was going to fit it all in his
mouth. He must have all of it, buried balls deep in his throat. Nothing less
for his hot brother. Nothing less from the got-to-be-best cocksucker in
Tulsa. The boys were sweating a fair amount, even though little physical
action was taking place. The heat of the moment could not be defined by
actions, but sheer lust.
     "Why.....why don't you take those damn clothes off first?" Zac asked.
He wanted a few extra seconds to plan the perfect sucking strategy. Taylor
laughed and slipped his blue t-shirt over his head. Zac remained seated on
the bed, left hand caressing Taylor's porcelain skin, right hand resuming
the fisting of his own dong.
     "Why don't you get the pants?" Taylor suggested with a wicked grin. Zac
smiled and leaned over to slip his brother out of those tight jeans. Taylor
took the opportunity to gape at his brother's thick bulbous rod, perpetually
hard and covered in pre-cum. He couldn't resist the surprise meal. He had to
taste some juicy dick right then. With Zac using both hands to slip Tay's
feet out of his jeans, the older boy swooped down and took a lingering suck
on Zac's cockhead. Zac immediately bolted upright. This, he had not expected
so soon.
     "Jesus CHRIST, Tay, that feels great!"
     Taylor came up for air. "Tastes great too," he said between glancing
licks. "Like a meat lollipop." He took a big gulp of air and went on to take
about all but an inch of Zac's cock into his mouth.
     "Ugh, baby yes! Wrap those big famous lips around your brother's hot
dick! Suck it. Suck it!"
     "Mmmmm hmmmmm!"
     Zac couldn't believe the feeling of Taylor's mouth sucking him in,
deeper and deeper. Since Tay was kind of leaning at an awkward angle, Zac
couldn't return the favor, but he wasn't about to stop such a fantastic blow
job in its tracks. Instead, he jerked Taylor's pole hard and fast, and
shouted out nasty things to keep his sucker's morale high. At one point
Taylor loudly fought back an instinct to gag, only to pull away and come
back instantly, giving Zac a long lick from balls to tip. This gave Zac an
urge to get rough, and he started bucking his hips, jamming as much of his
fuckstick as he could into Tay's throat.
     "Yeah, take it Tay! How do you like me fucking your face, bro?"
     "Mmmmmmmmmmmm!"
     "Fuckin' A! Your little brother's gonna....break....a lot....of
hearts....with this cock....ain't he, Tay?" Zac put everything he had into
his thrusts.
     "Mmmmmm hmmmm!"
     "YEAH! I'll have studs....linin' up to....choke on this thing! Like
slobberin' all over a...big...tasty....fuckin'....hot dog!" Zac couldn't
take much more. Sweat was pouring off him like he was doing naughty sit-ups.
He pulled his hands off Taylor's cock and sucked on a few fingers, whetting
his appetite for what would come soon. He couldn't wait. But first, he had
to get a load off.
     "I've got...some real...HOT....relish for my weiner, cocksucker! You
want a gulp...of your baby brother's...special relish, Tay?"
     "YEA-ARGH!!!"
     Zac finished himself off with thrusts so hard, Taylor's chin would be
red from severe ballsac whiplash for hours. "OHHH! Shit, how about...nine or
ten...gulps? UGH!!!" Zac's pistoning prick shot off round after round of
cream past Taylor's gums. Taylor placed his tongue over Zac's slit so he
could gather, savor, and swallow his zesty boyseed all in one satisfying
gulp. Zac placed his sweet ass firmly on the bed for the first time in what
seemed like years, and collapsed backwards.
     "Let me tell you something, Tay," Zac said between long gasps. "You
sure as fuck know how to suck dick. You sure you've never done this before?"
     "Fuck, no! Well...." Zac sat up again, expecting to hear of a torrid
secret affair with a fellow celeb. Could it be one of the N'Sync guys? One
of the Moffatts? ALL of the Moffatts? Jonathan Taylor Thomas? Who?!?
     "Well....WHAT, Tay?"
     "Well......I kinda got this big ass dildo while we were on tour, and
I've kinda, you know, practiced EVERYTHING with it." Zac didn't know whether
to be relieved or disappointed.
     "Umm...kay. You sure got me off!" And then Zac remembered: HE was the
best lay in Tulsa. Time to get to work on one hell of a fun job, he thought.
     "And now I'm going to inhale that big angry snake of yours."
     "I thought you'd forgotten."
     "Hah!" Zac got on his knees while remaining on the bed and stroked Tay,
always a stand-up guy, a few more times. "How's this for forgetting?" And
with that, Zac began his masterpiece. He kissed Taylor's cockhead
repeatedly, licking it, sucking it, blowing on it, taking a sensitive area
and creating a nervous system meltdown. Taylor could only muster a smile.
The rest of his body showed its approval by wobbling and damn near falling
over.
     "Think I could be a snake charmer for a living, Tay? Mmmmmm"
     "Not a chance. I'll make sure you choke on this one without making a
cent."
     "Sounds like a fair trade to me, baby."
     "I love you, Zac."
     "Words, words, words. Mmmmmm" There was no controlling the nymphomaniac
in Zac right then. All Tay could do was enjoy the ride and try to stay on
his feet. He did that by pulling Zac's head further onto his cock whenever
he needed support to stay upright. Zac didn't mind this. His throat was
packed with Taylor's meat and still he fought for more. He had about six
inches of the monster down his gullet - already better than Taylor's job. He
could feel small hot squirts of pre-cum coating his throat and decided he
must swallow all of his brother. Occassionally, he would make little
coughing noises, only to be immediately followed by "Mmmmmmm" and long,
sloppy slurps. Zac jerked off whatever cockmeat he couldn't swallow in his
right hand, and caressed Taylor's flawless asscheeks in his left. He looked
up at Tay, mouth always impaled on his cock, never coming up for breath, and
winked, starting a faster rhythm of bobbing up and down on the huge tool.
      "Like eating my cock, slut?"
      Zac suddenly popped his mouth off the end of Tay's dick, making an
amazing sound like uncorking champagne, so tight was the suction.
      "What? Keep going! C'mon, Zac! Give it to me!"
      "I want to deep throat you!"
      "But how are you going to....wait. I've got an idea. Turn around and
lie flat on your stomach." Zac did as he was told, and suddenly felt himself
being pulled backwards. Before he knew it, he legs were over Taylor's back,
his ass directly in Taylor's face, and his own face was hanging directly
over Taylor's cock.
      "I LIKE this piggy back ride, man!"
      "Just do me, Zac. I need it!" Zac quickly dove right in, and with
Taylor's slight thrusting, the difference in angles made it possible to deep
throat the monumental meat in seconds flat. Zac, very pleased with this
development, made many more happy moans while his throat was stuffed.
Taylor, in the meantime, had a pretty little pucker staring him in the face.
      "Man, Zac, there should be laws against having an asshole this
pretty." Zac laughed, coughed, and continued slurping. Taylor spanked Zac's
golden bubbly mounds of flesh a few times, much to his approval.
      "Zacky's a little whore, isn't he?" <SLAP>
      "No! I'm a huge whore! I'm you're cockwhore!"
      "Nothing but a music man's whore, <SLAP>, with a deep throat and a
tight little asshole! <SLAP> I think this asshole needs a little
stretching!"
      "Mmmmmmshit, yes! Tongue my pretty boy pucker, pleeeezze!"
      "Shut up and suck me, slut!" <SLAP>
      Zac happily continued as Taylor pried open his ass and dove into his
tiny hole with a darting pink tongue. On the one hand, Tay was glad his
brother had showered that morning. On the other, he was so sexually depraved
himself at that point that he was ready and willing to encounter anything.
He wound up slurping a pleasant musk. Meanwhile, Zac had already proven
himself the better sucker. Not only did he have an oral clamp on all nine
inches, but he WOULD NOT let Taylor shoot. He'd bob up and down real fast,
using a ton of saliva, get Taylor to the brink, then pull off and drool on
the flaring shaft for a minute before sucking it all up again.
       "Fuck me, Tay! I want this monster cock all the way up my cornhole,
bro!"
       "You sure you can take this much cock?"
       "Well if I'm going to be taking this much cock in my behind twice a
day until we become solo acts, I want to start riding it as soon as
possible."
       Taylor couldn't argue with his nasty brother. He had been having fun,
and he looked damn good with his huge cock and smooth, sweaty body, but this
was Zac's day from the beginning. The little hunk with the perfect tan
looked so hot, limber, surprisingly muscular, and fucked like a pornstar's
mentor. Tay was sure this would wind up no different.
       Zac lay on the center of the bed, towards the top, and quickly spread
his legs. Taylor crawled onto the bed, the first respite for his knobby
knees in an hour.
       "Fuck doggie style," Zac said. "I wanna see your face when you shoot
it deep inside me." Taylor loved this dirty talk, and reached down for a
quick sloppy kiss before the slamming began.
       "Are you sure about this?" he asked, waving his meat machete in the
air as a final warning.
       "Just loosen me up a little more first," Zac conceded. Tay stuck each
of his right-hand fingers into Zac's mouth, one by one, to utilize his
endless supply of saliva. He got one finger into Zac with no problem, only a
moan. Two fingers went in with a sharp intake of breath. Zac asked for one
more and, with a bit of shoving and grimacing, it got in there.
       "Now pump 'em," he commanded his brother. Taylor started slowly, but
as Zac's face turned from pain to utter pleasure, the fingers became a blur.
       "You like having big brother tear up your tight little hershey
highway, don't you Zac?"
       "OH, I fuckin' love it, man! Fuck me now! Take that big fuckin' prick
that all those fuckin' bitches wanna own, and slam it all the way into
Zacky's tight manhole!"
       "You want this prick?"
       "Shit, I NEED it!!"
       "You got it, slut!"
       Taylor moved quickly, slung Zac's legs over his shoulders, slicked up
his dick one last time, and pressed it against his little brother's hot
hole. The head popped in within seconds.
       "Yeah!! You got it now, Tay. Gimme it all!"
       With a loud grunt, Taylor shoved as much as he could into Zac. He got
halfway in and a yelp in return. He took a deep breath, shoved one more
time, and felt his balls slap against the full passage.
       "Ready?"
       "Since my first wet dream."
       Taylor started a slow rhythm, taking half out and carefully moving
back in, but Zac got bored.
       "I give you the best boy pussy in Tulsa, and you rock back and forth?
C'mon, you wimp! Fuck me! FUCK ME!!"
       "Alright. You asked for it, mary." Taylor started slamming with wild
abandon. He grabbed Zac's legs and alternately tongued the bottom of each
foot. Zac was helpless, and he loved every second of it. He was playing with
his full six inches again. Tay watched his long white stick pump in and out
of the tan hole and got awfully close to his breaking point. Still, he held
out long enough to give Zac a second go-round.
       "Here I cum again, you stud!!" Zac screamed. "The score is Zac 2, Tay
0!!! Enjoy the shower, bro! AARGH!!" Zac jerked his spasming cock straight
up, and while the load wasn't quite as large as the one in Taylor's stomach,
it still flew high enough for Tay's lips and nose to be covered in sperm.
       Taylor was real fucking close to finally spewing his seed, but he
kept rocking Zac's insides hard for a couple of minutes. The kid had dropped
two loads, deep throated a nine incher upside down, and been pulverized by
that same pole, and yet he kept talking. "Bring it on, Tay. Bring it on!"
       "FUCK! Here it cums, baby brother! Take it all, you dirty boy slut!!"
Tay slammed it all the way in before letting fly with a good twelve spurts
of jism. Zac felt it coat his insides as his brother screamed in pleasure,
and it was the most wonderful, warm feeling he'd ever had. He was home.
Taylor, completely spent from his valiant service to the teen sex machine,
collapsed on top of his brother and cradled him.
       "God damn! You know I love you, Zac?"
       "Yep."
       "And you know we can't tell Ike about this? He's as straight as an
arrow."
       "Yep."
       "And you know that I'll be in this room early every morning and late
every night, fucking you like a wild animal?" Zac looked up at him, the
emotion returning to his eyes.
       "Words, words, words," he laughed.


THE END

Or is it? You guys have any sequel ideas? Any LEGITIMATE comments on the
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