Date: Thu, 20 Jan 2000 00:41:50 EST
From: Tony Idolatry <xxxidolatry@hotmail.com>
Subject: Zac Hanson, Boy Slut - Part 3

OK, guys, you know the drill:
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 and any mentioned
celebrity for that matter 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 - Part 3 -
  Tool Time for Zac


	As soon as Jonathan Taylor Thomas caught a glimpse of his unexpected
guest/intruder lying on the bed with more than a trace of pride gleaming in
his transfixed eyes, he dropped his heavy gym bag on the spot and returned
the stare. This WAS an intrusion, Jon thought, no doubt about that, and
reporting this to the proper authorities could land him squarely on the
front pages of every newspaper in the country, not to mention every teen
magazine, where he longed to see his own maturing face again. He'd just had
a pretty agressive workout, though, and had exchanged glances with an
unbelievable long-haired muscle stud across the club's room of weight
benches. The guy had obviously been packing a substantial amount of meat in
his speedos, and Jon could tell by the way he looked at him that the guy
recognized the former sitcom star. As he continued to pump iron, Jon hoped
that in a few moments he'd be pumping this stud in the shower room, finally
engaging in the man sex he'd so desperately wanted, but never could safely
attain under the glow of the Hollywood spotlight. Unfortunately, though, the
stud ended his workout by laughing at the bulge he had obviously caused Jon
to sprout, and leaving the gym altogether. Drenched in sweat and
self-loathing, Jon decided to skip the shower as well and come home to whack
off in solitude, vividly picturing that jock's tight ass, but as always,
never able to handle the hard flesh in reality.

        And now here was Zac Hanson, a little hottie Jon had always hoped to
meet along with that older brother of his with the pretty mouth, Taylor.
Their band, though, had gone a long way towards kicking "JTT," the all
powerful king of the teen mags, off the cover and back to page 42 - if he
was lucky. As a result, his managers told Jon to keep a distance from the
boys, heaven forbid a photo op of the old ruler handing off to the new
keepers of the crown should arise. Well here he was on Jon's bed, much more
taller and toned than the last time Jon shared a room with him, about two
years earlier. Much closer to being completely undressed, too. Ponytailed
hair, bulging blue overalls, and the intoxicating smell of boy sweat
permeating the air. Jon quickly decided to play this episode out.

        "Zac Hanson," Jon greeted, struggling to smile and letting out a
confused laugh.

        "J.T., my old new friend," Zac began without missing a beat or
moving a muscle. "We meet again....for the first time!"

        "Uh hah," Jon replied, more puzzled now than ever.

        The only noise to cut through the awkward silence was the fabric of
Zac's overalls adjusting to his hopelessly excited dick, already fully
erect. And how could it not be? The kid who, just by being his hot self on
an otherwise average sitcom week after week, taught Zac what it meant to be
gay had grown up considerably as well since he exited the show. He was
standing before him, hair cut delightfully short to reveal all of his
still-stunning face, all sculpted cheekbones and dark brown lips. Living
permanently under the California sun gave his body a delicious tan,
practically beyond your typical bronze to a shade of mocha. Jon was wearing
a candy-striped exercise leotard, the bright nylon accentuating his
well-toned biceps and even some impressive pec development. Zac knew the gym
mustn't have been far from the apartments, because a slick coat of sweat
still adorned Jon's ripped upper body, little droplets gleaming under his
neck and slowly rolling down the muscle mounds of his arms, dampening the
leotard and the turquoise blue sweats that Jon had thrown on over his legs
before leaving the club. Zac had come so far that he wanted to jump Jon's
bones right then, and he had a feeling that he wouldn't be met with
opposition. But no. Everything must be perfect.

        "Hard...workout?"

        "Very hard," Jon answered quickly, not sure why he was talking so
low. "Awfully....hard."

        "Mmmmm, I can tell," Zac giggled, noting that there were two bulges
in the room now. This was so awesome.

        "So!" Jon suddenly snapped out of it. "How'd you get in here? Let me
guess. You picked the lock just like you and your brothers picked open the
box of Grammy ballots a few years ago."

        "Ooooooh, hurt me. Must be roid rage, huh?" Zac finally switched
positions on the bed to a kneeling position, still at a distance from Jon
but close enough to give him a peek downwards at more skin. "Nope. Blew the
doorman."

        "Huh?"

        "Your doorman. About 25. Black. Ripped. Monster of a ding-dong.
Would probably feed it to you in an instant every morning if you weren't so
busy driving off to meet the beautiful people. Him."

        Jon's stare simply became more distant. None of this was ringing a
bell.

        "You see? That't the problem with you Hollywood assholes, especially
the ones like you who think they know it all. You couldn't possibly be more
wrapped up in yourself, could you? A guy could give you a million different
signals that he's interested, and no matter how hot he is, if he can't help
your career you'd rather go home and jerk it yourself. Eat your own cum.
It's gotta be the tastiest around. Everybody else thinks so, right?"

        Jon was caught off guard and defended himself quickly. Too quickly.
"You don't know how wrong you are, you little shit! I pay attention to
plenty of guys. Why just today, there was this stud in the..............
weight room."

        Damn, Zac thought with excitement, you ARE good! "A-ha," he
exclaimed, pointing his finger at Jon and pouncing forward on the bed,
leaving Jon to helplessly look at Zac's round ass and think of doggy-style
fun. "I knew you liked dick! I KNEW it!"

        "Alright, alright, shut up already," Jon said, still nervous about
what neighbors' ears could pick up. "I'm gay. I like dick. I want dick. Now
what's this all about? What do YOU want?"

        "I thought you'd never ask because it's kind of obvious, you
numbskull, but now that you did....." Zac lay back again, extending his arms
around both sides of the headboard, stretching upward ever so slightly to
keep his straining cock as a key focal point. "I want you, J.T. Every square
inch of you, and don't tell me that doesn't make you happy." Jon licked his
lips in a subconscious approval. "I watched Home Improvement every week
since I was twelve, as soon as I started getting those funny feelings and
realized it was you who caused them. Two whole YEARS, I watched that piece
of junk, just to watch you grow up, hotter and hotter every week. I taped it
when the band had a show to do on Tuesday nights. Hell, I even stole a Tiger
Beat with your face on it from a 7-Eleven in New Mexico because I knew it
was the only place they'd never recognize me and never catch me. Do you see
these overalls?"

        "Do I ever," Jon replied, thoroughly enjoying Zac's devotion.

        "I'm wearing them because you wore them like this once in a
magazine. Remember? You were much younger. You were on a beach somewhere. Of
course, I think you had underwear on." Zac pulled the side of his outfit up
and down rapidly to give Jon a tease of ass meat. "I found those pictures
under Taylor's bed, but that's a whole other story. Anyway, those photos
were about as revealing as you got. So we watched every week, me and the
rest of the boys and girls that got off to you on a regular basis. We
watched the show, which got worse and worse. We watched the movies, which
made the show look good. Talk show appearances, award shows, whatever. One
giant borefest. The only thing that kept me awake was that body. The body
kept getting hotter and the voice kept getting smokier, and so I prayed
harder every week that you'd stop acting like you didn't know why the show
was still on the air and give us SOMETHING. A beach scene, a locker room
scene, Jesus, put the overalls on again. But you didn't, and you left the
show. Said you were going to college, which apparently is a synonym for
"health club," and that was it. And now here I am, and here you are, and
even though you're not trying to look especially gorgeous, you do. Your
outfit right now is much better than anything from those entire two years. I
know I came in on the tail end of your run, but that doesn't mean I don't
want to cum in your tail end just as much as Taylor or anybody else your
age. I want YOU, baby." Zac sprung back up to the foot of the bed, sticking
his face right in Jon's. "Bring it on."

        "Jesus," Jon said, totally blown away. He put his arms around Zac,
Zac anxiously doing the same to him, and the two melted into a vey wet kiss.
Jon's tongue slid over Zac's and down to his tonsils, Zac sucking as hard as
he could on Jon's lips to get the tongue down further. He wanted to be
inhaled by the young hunk. He ran his hands through Jon's moist mess of hair
before moving down and feeling his strong shoulders and bulging biceps. The
kiss finally broke after a minute or so, but Zac needed a splash of
kinkiness, and so he stuck his tongue out for Jon to suck on, throwing the
rest of his head back as far as he could in sheer bliss.

        "Take those pants off," Zac demanded. Jon did as he was told,
revealing the rest of his leotard. The head of his cock had actually popped
out, but Jon managed to tuck it back in while Zac had his back turned. The
younger teen had gotten off the bed and was now rifling through Jon's gym
bag. Jon went to fondle the covered bubble butt before him, but Zac leaned
back and slapped his hand away. Anticipation was everything for the young
drummer, although this was getting to be almost unbearable even for him.

        Zac stood and turned to Jon again, having found two metallic hand
weights. He kissed his freshly puzzled partner before handing him the
weights. "Sit in that chair," he said, pointing to the plush white one
facing the corner of the bed. "I wanna watch."

        Jon smiled widely, showing off his sparkling white teeth. Only now
was he beginning to grasp the perverted mindset of Zac Hanson. He sat in the
chair, Zac sitting on the opposite bed corner, and leaned forward, placing
the weights on the floor. Zac loved the pressure the leaning was putting on
Jon's chest, causing his solid man-tits to flex invitingly. Jon's cock was
also causing a straight-line-stretch underneath its confines, his sweaty,
almost hairless legs leading Zac's attention down to a pair of expensive
black hi-top sneakers.

        Jon began to perform a set of arm curls with the hand weight,
puckering his lips and making pained expressions with every lift, giving Zac
one hot show. Beads of wetness dripped down the heaving muscular humps of
the toned limb, the arm's motion becoming hypnotic to Zac, golden brown
flesh pulsating in and out.

        "You like it, Zac," Jon asked between heavy breaths. "Pumpin' my
body up, making it big and strong for when I fuck the living shit out of
you, huh? It feels so good, baby. Look at how hard my cock is. Is this as
hot as you wanted me?"

        "Mmmm, so big," Zac moaned in approval. He was actually prepared for
a minor letdown in the size of Jon's schlong, but it looked like a pretty
loaded spring coiled up in the leotard. Jon repeated the curls with the
other arm, Zac an anxious blur of lust the whole time. If his fingers
weren't busy fondling around the wet spot on his overalls, they were deep
inside his mouth, Zac sucking slowly on each one to give Jon just a tast of
things to come. When Jon started a pattern of lifting the weights over his
head so Zac could see each ripple in his lengthy arms come alive, Zac
decided to accelerate the proceedings. He unzipped his fly and let his
oozing, thick prick out in the air to look at Jon for itself.

        "Nice unit," Jon said. "How many times have I gotten it to shoot its
wad?"

        "Hundreds. That Tiger Beat I lifted became way too sticky to keep
around."

        "Well," Jon creaked in between lifts, "you've brought me over the
edge a few times too."

        "Cool!" Zac felt honored as he got into a fisting motion to match
Jon's lifts.

        "Actually, I've probably shot off over your brother more often. Not
in a while, though. Age difference and all. You were a kid."

        "Hey! Well, I guess you're right," Zac conceded. "I'll be sure to
let Tay know he has another admirer the next time I have his cock for
lunch."

        "Nasty!"

        "Bad nasty?" Zac was more than a bit concerned that he'd let too
much slip, but sex with Taylor WAS worth shouting about.

        "No. Definitely good, hot, steamy nasty," Jon said, putting down his
weights. He was unable to keep his hands to himself any longer, which was
fine with Zac. Muscles now strained and gleaming, Jon was, as corny as it
sounds, dreamy. The drummer/cockhunter slipped out of his overalls and sat
there, an irresistible picture of nude pubescence.

        "You want this cock," Zac asked, waving his hardness towards the
muscle twink.

        "Yeah," Jon moaned as he got down on his knees in front of the
younger teen. "I want to swallow all of it."

        "Mmmm, good, because I want to see if Randy Taylor can suck cock
better than brother Taylor."

        "If I were you," said Jon, wrapping his right hand around Zac's
cock, "I'd put my money on Randy. After all, he grew up handling so many
tools," -- Jon took a quick mouthful of Zac's cockhead before continuing --
"and he handled a ton of nuts and bolts," -- Jon gave a teasing lick to
Zac's wet ballsac, stopping long enough to suck on the left ball, much to
Zac's delight -- "and he hammered through a lot of studs" -- and with that,
Jon went down full force on Zac's meat, moaning contentedly and calling up
all the saliva he had to bathe the four inches he'd managed to devour
already.

         "Oh, fuck! Suck that thing, pretty boy!" Zac's smaller body turned
to putty in Jon's hands, every inch of him writhing around from the
electricity of the moment. Jon's sucking was intense and gentle at the same
time, his big soft hands wrapped around Zac's ass, caressing the smooth skin
as if it were the gift he'd always longed for. His long right index finger
found Zac's tight rear passage and pushed. The welcome intruder went in up
to the knuckle and wiggled around awhile, bringing Zac unprecedented shivers
of pleasure.

          "It's too good, damn it! Take it out before I shoot my load
already!" Jon's reply was simply to push harder and suck faster, his
beautiful cheeks caved in around Zac's manstick, his throat enjoying the
warm tastes of Tulsa pre-cum that became more frequent with every suck. "OH
GOD! Never mind," Zac implored. "Leave it in! There's no......
UGH!........turning back now!"

          "Mmmmm yes," Jon tried to approve, his words fighting a losing
battle to break free from behind a wall of cock.

          Zac started to resemble a caveman, bucking around with wild
abandon and pushing Jon's head down as far as possible. He groaned like a
filthy animal, his eyes wide open and locked on Jon's bobbing face.   He
reached back with his free hand and loosened his ponytail, his head becoming
a rocking blonde mop teetering on the edge of insanity of release didn't
come immediately. As always, Zac's trusty balls had just the right dose of
medicine ready.....for HIM to inject into Jon! This was definitely his
all-time favorite game of Let's Play Doctor.

           "Here it cums, you fucking god," he screamed. "All those years,
all those nights, this is what you deserved! NOW YOU'RE GONNA GET IT!!!
UGH!!!!! SWALLOW IT, BABY!!!! PLEASE SWALLOW, JTT!!! ROCK AND ROLL!!!"

           Jon held Zac as tight as he could to calm his bucking convulsions
and gave the boy what he - and himself - wanted so badly. He went all the
way down on the thick dick one more time, holding it there, head halfway
down his throat, slowly licking the length of the shaft, and waited for the
wave of cum. His lust had helped his grade-A blowjob, but his inexperience
failed to tell him what Taylor would have known instinctively by now: when
Zac's REALLY excited, it isn't a simple wave, but a destructive tsunami of
boycream. Zac shrieked with joy as he fired each round. The first three
ropes seemed to go down Jon's throat easy enough, with happy gulping sounds
as evidence. When the amount of jizz hadn't let up after five MORE spurts,
though, Jon began to gag. He came up off of Zac's dick for air, but Zac
wasn't finished. He just kept on screaming with each volley, four or five
more shots landing on Jon's now tightly pressed lips. Jon coughed but
managed to get all the cum swallowed, catching the strings that were
dangling off his face in his hands and licking that up as quickly as
possible. He loved the taste - salty and even sugary, too. The taste of a
hot boy.

            Zac had felt the pleasure of it all, alright, but he still
couldn't believe that the hot kid from Home Improvement had just swallowed
his spunk. He was in awe again, like he wasn't a celebrity himself. He lay
still on the bed, eyes practically rolling back as he watched Jon lap up the
mess. He knew it was his time.

            "Thanks," he said like Jon had held the door open for him or
something.

            "You're welcome," Jon said. "You're welcome to all of me."

            Zac smacked Jon's lips with his softening cock. The controlling
sex addict inside of him was returning from paralysis. "You better believe I
fucking am," he said. Zac moved to get off the bed, Jon's firmly implanted
finger sluggishly leaving his bung hole as he did. "Oooh," Zac reacted to
the unexpected sensation by reaching around to slap his own tight buns as he
stood up. The presence of Jon's hard stick was still limited to a bulge in
his leotard. "Take that FUCKING thing off," his lover demanded, but Jon
never got the chance to. Zac walked over, felt up Jon's pecs through the
fabric, and then ripped the leotard wide open from the neck down. Zac was
kind of shocked he managed to rip it off. His horniness had apparently given
him almost superhuman strength. Jon smiled naughtily at this. He stood with
two shred sides of an outfit over his shoulders, naked everywhere else and
loving it. His beautiful cock throbbed again, thick, light tan with a sleek
bullet-shaped cockhead, flushed pink. A good seven and a half, probably
eight inches of stiff teen ramrod.

		"Oooooh fuck yes," Zac whispered, running his hands over Jon's smooth,
developed chest and taut dark nipples, each one sticking out like a tasty M
& M. "Sorry I had to ruin your pretty outfit, J.T., but I have to say," - he
ran his index finer from Jon's neck to the tip of his dick - "you definitely
look better in your birthday suit."

            "How 'bout you blow out my candle, Zac?"

            "Well, if you can't blow it yourself...."

            "Close but no luck," Jon admitted, taking a firm grip of his
prick as he remembered bending over in a futile attempt to taste what he
loved the most. "All the wax in my candle always goes to waste."

            "Well why don't I" - Zac leaned over to suck on Jon's left
nipple - "make a wish" - he moved to the right one - "and we'll see if it
comes true?" Zac licked, kissed and sucked the hard little nubs for a while
longer, feeling Jon's pecs bounce and watching his head tilt back.
            "Come on," Jon urged, pushing Zac's head down slowly till he
knelt on the floor. "Make the wish."

		"Oooooookkkkkkk." Zac leaned back, took a deep breath, and blew out Jon's
senses. He plastered his lips onto the cock of his dream boy, working it
like a champion slut. Oh, he sure knew how to do it by now, but never, not
even during his first time with Taylor, was he ever as happy to suck cock.
He kept his eyes on Jon's face, all beads of sweat and contorted lips, and
it turned him on so much. His mouth slid easily over most of Jon's baseball
bat of a cock. Zac stuffed as much as could inside his full throat and
twisted his head from side to side, feeling Jon's dripping glans rotate deep
down inside.

             "Suck it, Zac. Yeah. You know how to do it. Take my big fucking
hunk cock down that throat. Does Taylor sing to you when you suck on his
little dick? Huh?"

             "Mmmmmmm." Zac couldn't help laughing at Jon's little slam. He
came up off Jon's dick with an ear to ear grin and, giving him a look of
brotherly revenge, playfully bit down on Jon's cockhead.

             "Oooooh, so kinky! You're gonna pay for that, fucker!" Jon
pushed Zac's head down on his dick as far as it could go. Neither one of
them thought he could take it all down, but after a little popping noise
from inside the base of Zac's extended neck, Jon realized that Zac's lips
were tickling his trimmed patch of pubes. Zac LOVED Jon's idea of payback.

              The view from behind the two guys was a sight to behold, but
unfortunately, no high buildings sat opposite Jon's window. The curtains
were open enough to let the setting sun kiss Jon's gorgeous golden tush with
light. The crack of his ass and lines of his thrusting legs were defined in
the brightness, feet digging into the rug, shaved balls slapping against the
chin of an unseen face, a small hand reaching around every so often to spur
their sweet milk on.

              "I'm close. Oh, Zac, I'm so goddamn close!"

              As much as Zac wanted to taste it, he wanted something else so
much more, so he pulled off and, without saying a word, got up on the bed
and kneeled, his ass calling Jon on.

              "You can't cum 'til you do me doggie, stud! I want you to rip
me apart."

              Jon loved Zac's tongue, but he always wanted to own the ass of
a hot fan. Now he could own the ass of a hot OBSESSED fan, not to mention it
was Zac Hanson. The man of this house spit on his own cock to lube up and,
within seconds, was lining up his hard-as-steel hammer with Zac's steaming
manhole.

              "What are you waiting for? I've waited long enough! Fuck
meeeeeeee!"
              Jon's spongy glans poked the pink pucker, pre-cum leaking all
over the tight Hanson buns. Impatient, he spread those asscheeks as far as
they could go and found a whole new level of acceptance from Zac's asshole.
The head drove into the passage instantaneously. Zac moaned at the speedy
shock. Jon, the supposed brainiac, was struck dumb with the gratification
that only Zac's anus knew how to give. He grunted and gave the ass he had
split a hard smack.

              "Oh, spank me," Zac begged. "I'm such a bad little boy."

              "Ugh, how can someone so bad feel so good?" Three more inches
worked their way in.

              "Ooooooohhhmmmmm. Just pure fuckin' Midwest sex appeal, J.
When we grow corn, you eat it. When we grow cornholes, you gotta fuck 'em."

              "Ohhhhhh! <SMACK> You are a toilet-mouthed little boywhore,
you know that?"

              Zac smiled. "Oh, you're just saying that."

              "No! You really are a scheming rich little slut!"

              "Thanks!" Jon couldn't believe how Zac relished being so easy.
"Now use the kit that god gave you and plow my pussy."

              "Oh....fuck!" Jon started to pound in and out, so slow, so
deliberate, running every last centimeter into Zac's devastated hole before
ripping it all out to shove it back in again. "Every time I saw you....on
TV.....slamming those..... drums..... I wanted to tear those leather
pants.....off.....and fuck you....till you screamed." Jon, panting and
dripping with bodily juices, finally was letting Zac in on his own perverted
needs. "And the whole time......I'd be sucking Taylor till he......drenches
me. And Ike could...watch too. Maybe fuck me... Bet he's got the....biggest
cock in Ok-la-HOMO!"

               "Sounds so hot!" Zac was picturing it all right now, thinking
about a whole arena watching the four go at it. Jon sucking Tay and, god,
Ike probably WAS huge. The fact that he was actually getting his ass pounded
RIGHT NOW was enough to make Zac jerk himself hard.

               "Or maybe," Jon offered, "you'd want to fuck me right now."

               "Get out and bend over," Zac said without hesitation. A
minute later, they had switched positions, The muscular older idol letting
the tireless drummer boy ride him like a wild cowboy. Jon's face was wracked
with pain. Zac had gone in with little lube, and since this was the first
time Jon's famous rump had been stuffed by a real guy, he was thankful that
the guy in question was small and that he'd often used several fingers to
stretch himself out.

               "FUCK, if they could've seen this on ABC," Zac moaned. "The
hottest boy on the planet getting rammed by big, bad Zacky. Zac Hanson in
your ass, Zac Ty Bryan in your mouth. Now THAT'S a good show, huh?"

               "Ohhhhhhhhh, fuck me," was Jon's only response. Zac sped up,
reaching out to fondle Jon's biceps. It was the first time he'd fucked a
truly masculine guy. "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!" Jon was pulling
hard on his own pud, the impact of Zac's savage pumping bringing him to the
edge. "I'm cumming!!! You did it to me, little slut!"

               "NOOOO!!!" Zac stopped fucking the tight teen quickly and
reached down to slap Jon's hand away from the quivering meat. "Not yet. Wait
one second."

               And so, Jon was left helpless as Zac finished up, fucking the
ass he'd done so much to nail, knowing that this wouldn't be the last time
with this or any number of other hotties. If he got to the best, he'd might
as well bang some of the rest. But first, maybe he'd get Tay and, somehow,
Ike into that hot four-way idea. Nothing was impossible if Zac Hanson's body
was involved.

               "Here it cums AGAIN, J.T.!! God, you're unbelievable. Wait
until you feel hot jizz in your bowels! I own it now, Jon!!"

               The spent, sweat-covered past king of the idols slumped down,
pushed his ass out and listened to the screams once more, felt the pole
throb, shake and ejaculate, felt Zac Hanson's scorching hot load flow into
his insides, shot after shot, and moaned.

               "You own it, Zac," he muttered. "You own it."

               Zac laughed. Nine spurts! Not bad at all! He pumped a few
more times before pulling out with a pop. He leaned over to kiss Jon's
flushed left asscheek and saw a bit of his own cum oozing down the crack.
Without warning, he licked around and just inside Jon's sensitive ring,
tasting his own seed mixed with Jon's own musk. It was like the taste was
the child their sex produced very cool.

               "Oh, Zac?" Jon turned over on his back to remind him of his
swollen, unsatisfied cock, and Zac naturally surprised him again. He moved
quickly to mount Jon, face to face of course. Jon lined up the dick with
Zac's descending ass, Zac took the last of umpteen deep breaths that day,
and felt the unreal sensation of long, thick teen idol sausage traveling
straight up to clog his asshole.

               "You wanna cum hard," Zac predicted.

               "No fucking kidding, little boy!"

               "Well, get ready." Zac planted his feet well in front of
himself, leaned his upper body back as far as possible, and did all the work
from there, pushing up and down about once a second, a new, perfect kind of
sit-up.

               "Oh, shit! It's sucking on my cock harder than your mouth!"

               "Well then, my mouth just has to practice. How's tomorrow?"

               "Perfect! But first......UGH!..... it's time to give you what
you wanted, you crazy little stud!"

               "An autograph?"

               "Oh, sure," Jon laughed in between moans as he bolted into an
upright sitting position. "Why don't you stop milking me and sit all the way
down on it." Zac did as he was told. It was amazing, like the cock would
break through his entire body if he moved another inch. "Good. Now, if you
pay close attention and feel me cover your insides with my jizz, you'll see
I'll shoot it so it spells out my name."

               "HA! OHHH!" Zac's laughter was quickly overtaken by the
piercing feeling of a fountain of warm liquid painting his hershey highway.
Jon held him close and moaned lightly as his cock, free from Zac's tortorous
teasing, finally let loose.

               Eleven, twelve, thirt-, whoa, fourteen strings of JTT jizm!
Zac wanted to feel this full forever. Was it all worth it? Hell, he would've
sucked off a hundred nobodys for this moment with his living fantasy, arm in
arm, tongues tied, cock so deeply lodged within, forever and ever.

               OK, so maybe only for a couple of hours. Tay was due back
from his interview and, hey, a boy slut's work is NEVER done!

THE END

OK, that was really it. The end. I hope you enjoyed reading this saga as
much as I enjoyed writing it. Any comments or future celeb story ideas? Drop
me a line: xxxidolatry@hotmail.com   Thanks.