Date: Sat, 16 Sep 2000 10:59:07 EDT
From: Tony Idolatry <xxxidolatry@hotmail.com>
Subject: Zac Hanson, Boy Slut - Parts 7 & 8 (t/t, celeb, con, inc)

	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 FICTITIOUS 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! :)


      I apologize for the lengthy delay between parts, everyone, but I
wanted to make sure I end this the right way. Yes, this is the final part of
my story. It's been a wonderful experience and I hope to write many more
like it in the future. My thanks go out to all of you who read and supported
this effort, including Dean Lidster and Aaron Levitt, two of the legends of
this genre, for their early encouragement, and especially my friend Brandon,
who has inspired and, quite frankly, withstood me from day one. :) This
one's for him. Enjoy the story!


Zac Hanson, Boy Slut - Part 7
Open Arms, Stuffed Behind


	Zac had gone through a heart-wrenching, sex deprived two weeks since he
openly cheated on, and then fought painfully with Taylor. The band's tour
had gone on throughout the chaos, and the quality of the boys' music was
arguably at an all-time high. The music was the only way Zac and Taylor were
communicating. No words had been spoken since that night in Denver. Ike was
used to sibling snits, usually finding himself in the middle of them, but
now he was a clueless onlooker to the bad blood. One week into the fight, at
the Seattle tour stop, he dared to ask Taylor what the silence was all
about.

	"Artistic differences," Tay snapped. That was that.

	Each concert brought a fresh round of Tay's outgoing antics with female
fans. He knew it was the only way he could keep driving Zac nuts, and even
though actually fucking one of them would've been the more-than-ultimate
form of revenge for Zac's carnal betrayal, Tay just couldn't bring himself
to do it. Not even with another man. He still held a burning passion for his
brother deep in his heart. He silently went back to his dressing room each
night and waited for a knock and an apology. It was the only way he would
accept Zac back into his bed, but it never came.

	Instead, Zac, determined to keep looking sexually satisfied, motioned to
have a hot looking guy from the audience be directed to his dressing room
during four of the eight concerts since Denver. He did it by signaling to a
security guard between the band's main set and their first encore, so Taylor
would see exactly what he was doing. What Tay didn't see was that once
everyone went into their respective dressing rooms, Zac would simply flirt
with the hunks, give them an autograph and send them on their way. Alright,
so the autograph he gave one of them was attached to a pair of his
cum-stained briefs, and, OK, he did give one of them a quick blowjob, but he
didn't particularly enjoy it. A boy slut has needs. He needed some
sweat-breaking, cock-draining, ass-bursting, flesh-aching man sex soon, and
it looked like his sessions with Tay were in an eternal nuclear winter. Zac
knew where he could get some fulfilling dick meat. He aggressively jerked a
huge load off at the thought: Hanson would be playing Los Angeles in 3 days.

	Zac didn't have to do the searching this time. JTT knew how to find him.
Zac saw him in the fourth row of the Universal Amphitheatre, a eye-catching
young bimbo on his arm, but assuredly only for the paparazzi's sake, since
Jon didn't take his eyes away from the drum stand the entire night. The
irony that Zac was punishing his brother for having meaningless interactions
with girls while forgiving Jon for the exact same offense never crossed his
mind. He needed cock.

	Zac had an obviously disinterested guard deliver an intricately crumpled
note to Jon, which the young thespian wisely decided to tuck into his pocket
until his date, Malibu Barbie, shuffled off to the can to moisten her
cleavage. The message was simple, but the utter filth of it was enough to
make Jon spring an instant hard-on, the slick head of his prick bursting
through his underwear fly and painfully straining against his blue jeans.

	"I'll be over at midnight," the note began. "Your cock is mine, bitch."

	Actually, Zac got there at 11:56. Jon's eight inch prong was in the horny
drummer boy's mouth by 11:57, they were both moist and bare-ass naked by
11:59, and Jon's first sperm rockets of that early morning squirted against
the back of Zac's throat at three minutes past twelve. They proceeded to
screw for almost seven hours, grunting like pigs and screaming at the top of
their lungs, not giving the slightest fuck about who heard them. It felt way
too good to care. They did it on the couch in the den, the floor of the
kitchenette, against the bathroom wall and dangling off the side of the bed.
One time, Zac did the screwing while Jon laid his boiling hot body down on
the cold wooden kitchen table and took the pounding with pride. An hour
later, Jon sat on the toilet and held his fat cock in place while Zac turned
his back and lowered his hungry hole down, inch by inch, until his bubble
butt was hypnotically bouncing up and down the length of Jon's wet pole, Zac
screaming "Fuck" every time he slammed down on the entire shaft. The
glorious sound of the two teens' musky nuts slapping together ricocheted off
the marble tile.

	It was while Jon shot his sixth load of the night, the third one to find
its final resting place up Zac's bung hole, that Zac realized what he'd been
missing over the prior two weeks. He'd missed fucking someone who knew just
how nasty he could get, and definitely missed fucking someone whose body was
just as tireless and durable as his. Jon was better than Tay in the sack
when it came to stamina and having absolutely no inhibitions. Zac was
certain that if he wanted Jon to carry him out onto Wilshire butt naked and
pump away at his irresistible boy pussy, Jon would do it. The two of them
created a pure sexual volcano, no strings attached.

	"I'm cumming again, you fuckin' god!" Zac was now standing on top of Jon's
bed, his climaxing cock aimed squarely at the face of a sitting Jon. The
rising sun snuck through a space in the curtains, the slant of light
perfectly striking Jon's smile. His cheeks were still covered in dry cum, as
were his crotch and asscrack. Ditto for Zac, who stood, a mass of young
sweaty muscles, churning out what he knew would be the last spunk of the
morning. Cock a doodle doo.

	"Give it to me, Zac. What the fuck are you waiting for? Shoot that hot
white cum all over my goddamn mouth."

	"UUUGGGHHH, SHIT!" Zac suddenly collapsed forward, his spasming dick
pinning Jon's face down on the pillow. "Take it. Swallow my seed! Christ, I
love it motherfucker! OHHHHHH!" Jon smiled wide, baring his sparkling white
teeth against Zac's dark cockhead as blast after blast of hot Hanson jizm
made them even whiter. Jon smacked his lips together, running his tongue all
around his mouth to devour the final load of the fuckfest.

	Zac threw his head back, looked down at J.T.'s cream-covered mug, and threw
it back again, the veins of his long neck standing on edge, one last droplet
of sweat falling from his wet mop of blonde hair and down his tan cheek in
the sweet sunlight. He shuddered and came up short for air before finally
dropping like dead weight beside Jon, panting through an ear-to-ear grin.
The final tally: 12 blowjobs, 8 assfucks, 13 orgasms and about a pound of
sperm, not to mention 2 completely exhausted teen idols. Not bad for seven
hours of sex, Zac thought. It was his last thought before peacefully
drifting off.

	He woke up almost two hours later, a lot drier, but more or less in the
same position. The beauty of Jon's nude physique lay on its side in front of
him. Jon was trying to stare deeply into his eyes and was caressing the
now-brittle hair by Zac's ear. The sunlight was stronger now, the curtains
helpless against the bright intruder. Zac knew he had to leave soon, but he
didn't want to. Lately, he wasn't being adored this way. It felt great. He
was still an animal in bed, but suddenly tenderness didn't seem like a
complete waste of time. Tay had always tried to be more tender. Damn. Tay.

	"What are you thinking about?"

        Zac's eyes quickly moved to meet those of his inquisitive partner.

	"Huh? Nothing."

	"For a minute there you looked like you were in some other world or
something."

        Zac wished Jon would stop talking about the damn stuff he was
thinking about. The more he was forced to think about it.....aw, shit. Too
late. Zac felt his eyes start to slightly well up. He knew a trained actor
like Jon would catch onto his sorrow immediately.

	"Don't bullshit me, Zac. What's up?"

	Zac told him about the whole fight as fast as he could, getting it all out
in under three minutes and only shedding one teardrop. Jon had suspected
that Tay's physical relationship with Zac had taken on an emotional potency.
This confirmed it. He sighed and caressed Zac's cheek. Not so long ago, this
kid had broken into his apartment. Now here Jon was, sharing his bed and his
body, and now his past.

	"Listen Zac, you weren't the first Zac in my life. You were the first in my
ass, but not the first in my life." Jon took a deep breath and continued. "I
thought Zac Bryan and I were going to have this sort of relationship, only
deeper, you know? We had such emotional closeness, and that led to flirting,
and then one day we kissed. It was powerful, man, and I thought 'Wow, we're
really gonna become boyfriend and boyfriend.' He was a little more subdued
about it. I should've seen the signs, but I didn't. So the day after the
kiss, I headed back to his dressing room, planning to, you know, make it
with him for the first time. But another young thing had beaten me to the
punch. Holmes. He was deep inside her when I opened the door."

	"Holmes," Zac repeated with rapt attention. "Katie Holmes?"

	"No. Sherlock. Of course, Katie Holmes! Stop sounding like a showbiz
amateur."

	"Gee, sorrrry!" The whole thing made Zac laugh, but a deep-rooted nerve had
obviously been struck within J.T. "What are you telling me this for?"

	"I'm telling you because what you have with Taylor is rare. INCREDIBLY
rare, Zac. You have to patch it up with him."

	"But....."

	"Don't! Don't start screaming it was his fault! You know you were the one
who jumped to conclusions, and you were the one who made it worse by
parading worthless bums into your dressing room."

      Zac was surprised by Jon's swift tongue lashing, but he nodded in
agreement.

        "What Taylor does with those girls is all about business. It's not
betrayal. Trust me, Zac. I know all too well about betrayal. This ain't it.
Go french kiss and make up."

	"But what about us?"

	"We'll be what we were meant to be: a great one night stand whenever you
play the Tonight Show or I shoot a movie in Oklahoma. Only if you want. I
mean, this is sex. It's great, Zac, but that's not the only thing you share
with him. Go do what you have to do." Zac smiled and nodded. How did he ever
get so lucky? And why couldn't he get lucky again? He devilishly tugged on
Jon's recovering erection.

	"Can I at least do you again before I go?"

	"With pleasure." Jon stretched out and propped up his pillows so he could
watch Zac's soft lips coax yet another load of tasty sperm out of his
heavenly cock. "With SO much pleasure!"


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Zac Hanson, Boy Slut - Part 8
The One That You L-L-Lo-Lov.....


	Taylor had gotten to sleep at about 4 A.M. after the L.A. concert. He was
aware of Zac's absence from the band's temporary home, the sixth floor of
the Beverly Hills Hotel. Try as he might to put his rebellious younger
brother out of his mind, Zac's unknown whereabouts still caused Taylor to
toss and turn for hours in his king-sized bed. When a knock came on his door
at 9 the next morning, Taylor sluggishly turned onto his back and wiped the
sleep and blond locks from his weary eyes. He was in no mood for his
publicist's shit this morning.

	"Todd, not now, OK," he tried his best to shout at the door. "If it's some
goddamn radio morning show wanting a phone interview, give 'em Ike instead,
will ya? He can't shut up."

	A silent pause met Taylor's entreaty, followed by a louder knock.

	"Jesus CHRIST!" Taylor cussed as he stumbled out of bed to physically shoo
Todd away. "I'm too famous for this shit," he muttered, throwing on a faded
crimson T-shirt to cover his bare upper body, while his uncontrollable case
of morning wood was covered only by a pair of tight briefs. The two-layer
curtains were exceptionally effective, filling the room in darkness, and
Taylor was not about to change that. His eyes had enough trouble adjusting
to consciousness, never mind sunlight. His soft bare feet twinkled with
natural grace over to the door, which Tay opened angrily.

	"Todd, NOT this...."

	"Hi."

	Not Todd. Looked like Zac. Could it be, or was this a dream, or maybe
REALLY bad lighting? No, it was him, even giving a small wave close to his
chest to fully snap the older teen out of his stupor. He was wearing a white
Harley-Davidson T-shirt, blue jeans, ratty old white hi-tops, and a
self-conscious expression, his eyes almost pleading with Taylor to say
something. Anything. Tay quickly did just that, and with wounding gusto.

	"As you can see, you were wrong. You didn't get locked out. YOUR room is
down the hall. Just follow the stench of gigolo flesh."

	"I'm sorry."

	Two little words, but considering the famously bull-headed source they were
coming from, it was almost enough to knock Tay over.

	"Huh?"

	"Oh come on. You heard me." Zac was trying his best to focus on emotion,
but his brother's inviting erection was so nicely outlined in his Calvins.
It was only natural to stare as he continued. "Can I at least come in?" Tay
noticed Zac's ogling.

	"What is this? You just sex-starved?"

	"No, I'm quite full. Thanks for asking." Zac really didn't want this to be
an insult war, but Tay had that coming, and it made the nervous younger teen
let out a slight vengeful giggle. "Now, let's go. Let me in. I need to say
something." Taylor opened the door further and sighed helplessly as Zac
walked past and went to sit on the love seat near the window.

	"Why not? I'm awake now, aren't I?"

      Zac leaned over his seat to pull one layer of curtain back, allowing
him to see his angry brother through the softly shaded morning sunlight. Tay
went back to laying on his bed, smack dab in the middle so as to keep a
noticeable distance from Zac, and suddenly zapped on the TV to MTV. He
wanted this meeting to turn out well, but he needed Zac to feel his hurt
first. They sat in silence for a minute, Zac staring at Tay, Tay trying his
best to seem captivated by a year-old Macy Gray video.

	"Will you PLEASE shut that fucking thing off?" Zac suddenly spat out. "I'm
trying to talk here."

	"So talk."

	"Shut it off."

	"Uggggh." Taylor groaned his goodbye to Macy and turned to face his
sluggishly contrite brother. Rarely had he seen such steely determination in
Zac's eyes. It reminded him of the first time he walked on in Zac's wank
session, only this time the stare held much more focus and self-control.

	"Right. OK. Well, I'm sorry. Like I said." Zac put his elbow up on the
small table next to his chair and looked away from Tay. "And I love you," he
muttered.

	"Come again?"

	Zac couldn't take this smarminess. For once in his life he was trying to be
sincere.

	"I LOVE YOU, alright?"

	"Oh." Taylor stared towards the wall and the blank TV. He couldn't look at
his tortured brother. It would've been too easy to relent. "Is that all?"

	"Is that..." Zac laughed nervously, feeling himself begin to perspire as he
jerked his hand back and forth on his rapidly shaking ponytail. "Is that
all? NO! No! Is that all? God, what an impatient prick."

	"Bingo," Tay said, having moved his eyes back to Zac during the latest
outburst. He would not turn away again. This was solid gold. "I'm waiting."

	"Well.....well, see....." Zac couldn't believe his own loss for words. Just
then, the seasoned wisdom of his crosstown fucktoy re-entered his mind.
"....well, I jumped to conclusions. What you do out there is business. I can
understand that. And I started to possibly, almost, maybe, sort of betray
what we have, and that would be stupid. It would just be so fucking stupid.
I love you, and I....." Zac exhaled heavily, fighting the urge to bite his
fingernails. "I just don't want to lose everything we have. Do you? Want to
lose that?"

	Taylor froze, quite taken aback. In seconds, Zac had gone from a blubbering
idiot to laying out a near-perfect articulation of Taylor's beef with him.
Tay thought, just for a split second, that this was all a well-rehearsed
act, but then he saw Zac's hands. They were shaking uncontrollably. Whenever
Zac rehearsed anything, the one thing he always had supreme control of was
his hands. This was real. This was the knock he'd been waiting for,
seemingly for an eternity. It was Tay's turn to show some emotion. He tried
to hide the tears of joy forming in his eyes, and stay tough, stay resolute,
but it was over. He was a goner. He buried his face in his own jittery
hands.

	"No, Zac," he said through his clammy palms as he massaged his stinging
eyes.

	"Come again?"

	"NO, I don't want to lose it!" Tay bolted upright and started laughing. It
was clean laughter. No pangs of doubt. "God, what an impatient prick."

	"You mean it? Really?"

	"Yes!" Tay scooted over closer to Zac's chair. "Just don't ever do it
again. Don't ever question my feelings for you with some anonymous asshole."

	"No problems there. But...." Zac just couldn't resist screwing with Tay's
mind. "what if someone else realllly cute AND famous wanted my cock? Like
your twin, only richer, or, say, Jonathan Taylor Thomas?"

	"Oh, then you'd have another problem," Taylor quipped as he crawled over to
the edge of the bed. "I'd beat you into his bedroom."

	"I'll have to keep that in mind," Zac said, grinning the grin of a pardoned
death row inmate. He leaned over to kiss his bro's soft pink lips. Nothing
had ever felt more right to him than that kiss. Zac held on to Taylor's
cheeks tightly, feeling his brother's falling blond hair brush his
fingertips as they locked lips. Zac's tongue wilted under the heat of Tay's
excited breaths. The older boy sucked hungrily on Zac's mouth, as if he
wanted to inhale what he'd been longing for.

	They each moved to break the kiss at the same time, Zac smiling at the fact
that each wanted in the other's pants as quickly as humanly possible. It had
been so long.

	"Your cock looks so good in those Calvins, bro," Zac whispered, licking his
lips. He'd wanted to say that since he'd come through the door. The cotton
seemed to be plastered against Tay's long shaft. Tay kneeled upright on the
bed and took off his crimson tee, tossing it against the forgotten TV set.
Zac managed to look away from his brother's delectable package to eye
Taylor's bare chest, the small nipples hard, the porcelain skin flushed from
anxiety. Taylor beamed as he remained motionless and let Zac drink him in.
He slid his eyes down to Zac's jeans, where a large twitch was noticeable
behind the fly. Tay grabbed ahold of his aching prick through his briefs and
slowly ran his hand down the entire length, back and forth, teasing both Zac
and himself.

	"You've always loved my big fat dick, haven't you, Zac?"

      "Oh man, I love it."

      "You like how it looks right now, when I touch it and whack it for
you?"

      "Fuck yes, makes me soooo hard."

	"Mmmmmmmmm....." Taylor squeezed his concealed cockhead when he heard that,
and two giant dollops of pre-cum dripped out, turning the virginal white
fabric a moist gray. Tay was so turned on. He loved being the tease for
once. Suddenly, he took his left hand, reached back and smacked his own ass,
the sound making him moan and Zac's cock jump to its breaking point beneath
the tight corduroy.

	"This cock looks even better without the underwear," Tay murmured softly,
sucking on his left index finger while pushing down the band of his briefs
with the right so Zac could see his wispy blond pubes. With a slowness that
was downright painful for Zac's manhood to endure, Tay used his right hand
to shimmy his cock out of the tight confinement. The top of his shaft flared
and wiggled with every downward movement the waistband made, revealing
itself inch by inch, until finally, with great pleasure, Taylor popped the
stubborn band up and over his big moist glans. Zac knew what he had to do.
He couldn't possibly allow himself to do anything else. First, though, he
took his shirt off and put it on the table next to the love seat. It was one
of his favorites, and he didn't want to get Tay's dick juices all over it.

	"Do musical geniuses always have such huge cocks?" Zac asked as he leaned
forward to pull Taylor's underwear down to his knees. He held onto his
brother's slinky hips and waited for an answer.

	"I don't know," Taylor finally said, smiling, desperate for Zac to get
started. "You don't."

	"Aw, that's sweet," Zac said as he began to caress Tay's rock hard stalk.
"I'm a genius?"

	"MUSICAL genius," Tay corrected. "You said musical genius. You are when you
beat those skins."

	"How bout when I beat your skin?" Zac hissed, getting dominant as he got
nastier. He jerked Tay's big meat hard and fast, the pre-cum making it so
slick that Zac could jack him up and down four times a second. Zac looked up
with eyes of steel as Tay went into ecstatic spasms from the handjob,
eventually falling over onto Zac's shoulders. Zac just laughed and propped
him upright again. "Hell yeah," Zac said. "You forgot how I can handle a
dick, didn't you, sweetie?"

	"OHHHHHH I could never forget that," Tay groaned, his voice breaking up
with every pump of Zac's hand.

      "You want your cock in my mouth, slut?"

      "Ohhhhhh fuck yes suck it Zac," Tay spit out, his brain boiling over
with blissful sensations. Zac stopped jerking Tay's thick meat abruptly and
reached his hand around to smack his brother's ass, now bare and burning
hot.

	"Fuck-in' A," Zac replied. His mouth was gospel in Taylor Hanson's bedroom.
He wasted no time taking a firm hold on the root of Tay's prick before
sliding as much shaft as he could into his mouth. Zac tried for a
deep-throat as soon as the taste of Taylor's cock hit his tongue. Zac loved
that taste, and even though he hadn't wrapped his lips around Taylor for
over a fortnight, he could taste it at the back of his throat every night
before he went to sleep. Now he was back where he belonged, chowing down on
Tay with superhuman enthusiasm. Zac moved his hand out of the way as his
moist red lips sunk down towards the very end of his brother's humongous
wang.

	"Mmmmm, that's right," Taylor moaned. He dug his thighs into Zac's
shoulders and played with the teen's wet braid. "Suck my big stick down,
Zac. Eat it all like a good boy."

	"Mmmmmmmmphggggg" the gargled response came. Spit ran out the sides of
Zac's mouth as he moved down on Taylor's last inch of dick. He held it in
place down his throat for as long as he could, feeling the head pulsate deep
down inside him and smelling the musky pubes right against his nose, before
gagging and pulling back, leaving a very slick slab of boy beef behind. He
looked up at Tay and grinned a naughty grin, his large white teeth gleaming
with saliva.

	"I always love swallowing your meat, Tay. You taste so fucking awesome."

      "Then taste it again, cock tease. Don't tease it, please it." Taylor
said laughing.

	"You got it," Zac eagerly obeyed, leaning back towards the heavenly dick.
He slapped it against his lips a few times and rubbed it against his chin
and onto his cheeks as Tay dripped more pre-cum. The hot goo smeared all
over Zac's gorgeous Cali tan. He put his hands at his sides and ran his
tongue underneath Taylor's flaring cockhead. Without any leverage, he was
only able to lightly lick the stiff shaft's underside, driving Tay bonkers.
Eventually Zac closed his upper lip over the top of the cockhead, sucking on
his brother just as lightly as he licked him. Taylor's delicate body quaked
from the pressure point blowjob. Waves of pleasure rippled down his shaft,
over his balls and through his entire body. Zac watched happily, sucking
just a little harder, blowing kisses on Taylor's slit from time to time. He
stopped three minutes later, afraid Tay would fall over again. He sat up and
tweaked his own nipples while his older brother regained balance. His own
six inches had been slamming painfully against his jeans the whole time, but
Zac left his pole in his pants. He liked to feel the strain while he sucked.

	"I used to practice that technique on our microphones down in the
basement," Zac said with a wink.

	"I hope you unplugged it first," Tay replied. His breathing was labored but
returning to normal. He realized that he HAD forgotten what a masterful
cocksucker his brother could be.

	"I unplugged it, but it was difficult for me," Zac said with the sorrow of
a preschooler. "You know how I like getting plugged in every possible way."

	Taylor laughed and thrust his cock towards the kid on break. "C'mon, you
horny little nut job. Milk these nuts already," he pleaded, fondling his big
round testicles for Zac. Zac never could turn down a tablespoon of cream
with his breakfast.

	"I've got a different technique for that," Zac said as he moved in to lick
Taylor's balls while they were cradled in front of his face.

	"I know," Taylor said as he watched Zac roll each of his nuts across his
tongue. "I really think I like that technique."

	"Mmmmmmm, maybe I should get to it, then."

	"Maybe you should."

	Zac chuckled and and took one long last lick on Tay's sack before moving up
to hold his cock again. He finally lifted his butt off the love seat and
moved the chair closer to the bed. He wanted nothing to even threaten
spoiling the blowjob he planned to give. He again grabbed Tay's shaft with
one hand and used the other to fondle the boy's steaming hot balls. He threw
one more look up at Taylor, who sighed impatiently and nodded.

	Zac nodded back before glueing the pupils of his eyes on the end of Tay's
shaft. He opened wide and dove down on the colossal fuckstick, this time
getting it all past his lips within seconds. It was like Taylor had molded
his cock in the wet cement that was Zac's throat. Zac didn't hold still this
time. He pulled his head back, only to plow forward again, over and over.
His mouth became a blur as it rode along the mighty Hanson penis, the
scraping ridge of Taylor's cockhead telling Zac whether the dick was coming
or going. Zac deep-throated Tay over a dozen times before his nostrils
needed to breathe in some air that wasn't clogged with the stench of boy
sweat. He popped off the end and slapped the head against his tongue while
he inhaled deeply. Zac looked up at his brother. Taylor's angelic face had
tightened up, his nose crinkled and eyes closed as he focused on the intense
feelings. Zac couldn't recall ever seeing him that focused, even on stage.

	"How'm.....I.....doing?" Zac asked in between the cockmeat tongue lashings.

	"AAAAAAARRRRGH!!!!" Tay looked down at Zac and forcefully guided him back
into sucking. Zac was more than happy to oblige. This was the kind of
monster he loved creating. He went right back to swallowing his brother's
sword balls-deep. Once when he got to the end of the shaft, Zac gave it a
love bite, gently slapping Taylor's nuts up and down at the same time.
Taylor whistled when he felt the added pressure on his equipment. It was
fucking great having a nasty brother. He took a tighter hold on the back of
Zac's head and started pumping his schlong past the tonsils of the little
bastard he loved so much. Zac always enjoyed it when Taylor fucked his
mouth. He liked the feeling of being frozen in place, having the giant
delicious pecker rip into his throat like a hunky hurricane. Hurricane
Hanson.

	"Ugggggggaaarrrrggghhhhmorrrruuugg," Zac groaned, asking as best as he
could for more shaft. Taylor graciously obliged, slamming it in slower,
deeper, until he felt Zac's soft lower lip against his testicles. He coaxed
Zac's face back and forth and up and down, feeling his hot brother's moist
mouth and throat swishing over and around his flaring boink bat. Taylor
threw his head back and moved his hips faster. He looked up at the hotel's
ceiling through mussed strands of blonde and laughed. He was the rock star,
getting blown by his red hot lover on the road. Out of this fucking world.

	Zac was getting anxious. He wanted his brother's jizz faster than this kind
of sucking would allow. He jerked his face upwards, loosening Taylor's grip,
and went to work. He sucked down about six of Tay's nine inches and jerked
the rest. Zac always though that good hard wanking could coax cum out of
your balls faster than an expert mouth any day. He preferred to suck on this
dick for hours, but he was gonna go berserk if he didn't taste Tay's spunk
again real soon.

	"You gonna cum for me?" Zac asked between gulps.

	"So hard I'll blow your fucking head off."

	"Mmmmmm, make sure they bury me with a mouth full of what killed me," Zac
said with a wink before stuffing his cheeks with dick again. He slammed
Tay's cockhead against the roof of his mouth to send big brother into
overdrive. He heard Tay start to moan and felt the meat start to quiver
against his tongue. Zac slipped it down his throat and licked the shaft all
over. He was so ready for it.

	"Here it comes! AHHHH OHHHH shit Zac!" Taylor rocked up and down, grabbing
Zac's shoulders for some kind of stability. "Fuck! Oh fuck, Zac!! How do
you....UGH...do it?"

	"Mmmmmmmmmmm......mmmmmmmmmmmmppppphhh......"

	"I'm gonna shoot it down your slutty throat, baby! Here I cum! UGH GOD!!!!
YES YES YES!!!!!! SWALLOW IT!!! OHHHH!!!"

      Jets of salty seed cascaded down Zac's gullet, spurt after spurt
clogging his mouth and satisfying his animalistic craving. He pulled his
mouth away only when he had no more room left. Taylor kept cumming, another
two shots slamming against Zac's closed lips and running onto his chest. Zac
quickly ate all the juice he had managed to take in, and then scooped up
what he hadn't and licked that up, too. He glanced at his beautiful brother,
a bundle of jitters and satisfaction as he shook the final drops of sperm
off his spent manmeat. Reunited, and it felt so awesome.

      Zac stood up slowly and kissed Taylor deeply, letting his tongue
linger so the older teen could get a good taste of his own honey. Taylor
moved swiftly to unbuckle Zac's belt. Zac assisted by kicking off his
hi-tops. Taylor removed Zac's boxers even faster. Zac's six inches
immediately popped up to say hi. Tay moved his hands down Zac's chest before
gently squeezing the weighty prick. He leaned down and planted a quick peck
on Zac's slick, thick glans, but instead of sucking him down, Tay bolted
upright again.

      Tay smirked and moved away from Zac quite secretively. He had an ace
up his sleeve, although this ace was normally up his ass. He kicked his legs
out, slipping his long-ago discarded Calvins off his knees and onto the
floor. He then sprawled on his stomach across the bed, his cock leaving a
trickle of cum on the spread. Zac reached out and felt up his brother's
unbelievable ass while Taylor reached into the bedside bureau. He closed the
drawer and pulled his hand up, smiling.

      It was his dildo. He had never used it with Zac, never even showed it
to him, despite numerous pleas. But here it was, long, thick and
flesh-colored, everything a fuck tool should be. Taylor ran his mouth over
the first few inches. It was picture perfect, causing Zac to instinctively
pull on his own pud. Taylor pulled his mouth away and smiled again.

	"Mmmmmmm, my ass is so delicious," he said. "Wanna taste?"

	Zac pounced up in delight and grabbed for the dildo.

	"Not THIS," Taylor said, pulling the toy away. He pointed back to his
wagging butt. "You can taste the real thing. I sure wish I could."

	Zac was thrilled. Although Tay had never been particulary excited about
offering up his ass before, it was clear he was anxious for it today. Zac
crawled over without a word and delicately pried open Taylor's tight
asscheeks. He was thrilled to see a very tight red pucker staring back at
him. If Taylor did use that fake prick, he used it rarely.

	"You really want my tongue in this pretty butt?" he asked Tay.

	"I want your tongue wherever it can fit, baby."

	Zac leaned down and poked his tongue tentatively around Tay's small ring.
He added a little pressure, and slowly the sphincter began to give way. Zac
found that Taylor's rear tasted a lot like his cock, just warmer and a
little muskier. He loved that musk, though. He loved everything about Tay.
Zac dug his tongue a little further into Tay's pussy. He wiggled it around,
making Taylor groan repeatedly. Zac spit into the small passage, licking
along Taylor's buns and inside of the ring as much as he could. Surely a
hot, live tongue felt much more interesting back there than a cold, cheap
piece of plastic. Zac was about to find out.

	"Ohhhhhhhh I wanna feel your cock back there," Taylor begged through
clenched teeth. "I want you to fuck me in the ass. Please, Zac." He shook
his ass upwards to evict Zac's tongue and sat up. He passed the dildo to
Zac, who felt its large dimensions. His cock throbbed as he thought about
where it had been.

	"Sit on that, Zac," Taylor urged. "Wait till you feel how that can stretch
you out. Further than I can, I'll bet." Zac eyed the toy's length,  along
with its formidable girth, and silently agreed with his brother. This thing
was going to give him one wild ride. He began to shift so he could shove the
dildo underneath his ass, but Taylor interrupted by clearing his throat.
"Give me that," he commanded. Zac did so grudgingly, hoping he hadn't ticked
Tay off in some way.

      "You're gonna need some moisture back there," Tay said, hocking a
gigantic wad of his spit squarely onto the head of the dildo. "Trust me."
Zac watched in fascination as Tay sucked on the toy once again, this time to
get the saliva well distributed across the head and shaft. Zac had been
speechless for some time. He had never seen his brother with such confidence
in the bedroom before.

	"Is it ready now?" Zac finally managed to get out as Taylor handed the tool
back to him.

	"As ready as can be," he said. "Go ahead. You'll love it."

	Zac smiled and giggled. Like he didn't know he'd love something up his ass?
Come on! Zac gripped the big dildo with one hand and situated his ass
overhead, pulling one cheek wide open with the free hand. He pushed down
with all the might his young beefy frame could muster, and quickly felt the
dildo's head enter his experienced asshole. Taylor's blue eyes widened as
Zac's hole sank down further on the toy. Zac's eyes closed while his lips
puckered into a grin.  He was, Taylor mused, a textbook example of how good
teenage boys can feel if they just open themselves up to new penises.

	Zac had fit about five big inches into his bung hole when Taylor crawled
over and crouched over Zac exactly like Zac had done with the dildo.

	"I want you to pound my ass so hard that I can't walk today," he said to
Zac, "so we have to cancel the press tour and I can stay here and get fucked
again. Got it?"

	"Let's see, fuck you, lose all our fans, fuck you again?" Zac laughed. "Go
fuck yourself. But....." he reached out to spank the tight butt dangling
over his cock, "I WILL slam this gorgeous, milky white ass for as long as I
can, Tay. How's that?"

	"Good fucking compromise," Tay replied. Both boys laughed, but there was
tension in the air. They were ready to embark on a new stage in their sexual
relationship. While Zac made sure the dildo was firmly lodged in his
manhole, Taylor lowered his onto Zac's lonely cock. Zac's short rimming
session had made Tay's asshole very viable for fucking. Tay reached back and
spread his ass with both hands before flopping down full force onto Zac's
lap. Obviously, those initial two inches came with more than a little pain.

	"You're fucking nuts," Zac said after Taylor's casual plop-down.

	"And YOU'RE fucking me, aren't you?"

	Tay's question made Zac's ego flare up. He was only looking out for his
brother, but apparently Tay could handle it. Good. Zac wasn't about to stop.
The heat of Taylor's snug boy pussy around Zac's massive cockhead was
intense, a first-degree anal blaze. Zac began to cautiously thrust his cock
up further into Taylor's asshole. Tay shrieked girlishly as he felt another
inch, then two, push inside of him. Zac's drumstick was turning the singer
into a natural soprano.

	"You're so tight, Tay. Remind me to put some coal up here at Christmastime
so we'll have some diamonds to fall back on."

	"Shut up and fuck me harder, Santa."

	"You are a ho, ho, ho, Tay!"

      Zac got serious. There were very few reasons he'd found to get serious
in life. Fucking was first on the list. He began to move in and out of
Taylor's rear, feeling the suction and watching as his proud meat appeared
and disappeared at the entrance to Tay's hot hole. With every forward
thrust, Zac's rear moved, too, the dildo loosening him up quite a bit,
slipping in further and further, nearing his prostate with every shift.

	"You like this cock in your pussy, don't you, Tay?" Zac started pumping
harder, enjoying his greatest dominance ever over his brother. "I wonder
what all those bitches in the front row would think if they knew. Huh? What
if I bent you over and fucked the shit out of you right in front of their
mmmmbopping faces, huh? Fuck you just like this. Bend you over and bust this
pretty cherry wide open while you sing."

	"Any night, bro," Tay groaned back, loopy from the searing power of Zac's
humping, but sincere. Zac's cock was good enough to give that a try one
night. He put his hands behind him, onto Zac's muscular chest, and pumped
down as Zac pumped up. His own monster prick flailed wildly in front of him
as he bounced, slapping against his balls as it jumped about. Zac heard the
sound and was reminded of the night before with JTT. He moaned and pumped
harder, wanting to get off, wanting to feel an orgasm that was so much more
fulfilling than that casual screw. The dildo had reached that gland of
glands. Zac couldn't hold his load back much longer.

	"This cock.....is gonna.....shoot in your asssssss, Tay! I'm spewing my
load through your.....fuckin' backdoor, you whore!"

	"I'm........beating you to it, baby brother! Holy fuck! HA! WHEW!" Zac
picked his head up in time to see an amazing sight. Tay hadn't even touched
his dick since Zac's pole entered him, but it was shooting off anyway, four
good hard sprays of boiling nut butter squirting into the air and landing
audibly on the wall four feet away! Taylor was like Old Faithful, laughing
and moaning simultaneously as he leaned back and watched the rest of his
copious cream fly all over the room. He kept grinding down onto Zac,
enjoying the feeling beyond the very end. He wanted Zac's sperm to shoot
four feet into his ravaged rectum.

	"OHHHHHH FUCK!!!!" Baby brother bucked his hips off the bed and, for the
first time, just in time, got the whole of his cock into Taylor's asshole.
The dildo lifted off the bed with Zac, firmly planted against his prostate.
"IT'S TOO HOT TO TAKE, TAY!!!! TOO HOT!!!! OHHHHHHHHH FUCKIN'
YEAHHHHHHHHHH!!!" Zac screamed on and on, the bed shaking violently as he
came inside Taylor. His cum rocketed from balls to bowels in seconds. Each
rope of cream sliced through Taylor's sensitive ass. It felt like fireworks
to the poetic teen idol, his butthole saluting his brother's amazing
American prong on this, the 4th....of October. Zac slapped Taylor's ass with
every spurt, six times before he was all through, making the pale skin flush
a bright red. It would've taken a thousand more slaps, though, to make the
outside of Tay's rear as raw as the inside. Zac had done exactly what has
been asked: he had fucked his lover until both of them, no strangers to
great orgasms, had the best pair of climaxes they had ever produced. A true
boy slut leaves no job unfinished. Zac collapsed back on the bed after he
had spent his greatest load. Taylor carefully slid his tingling ass off
Zac's softening pecker. He leaned forward to marvel at his cum sliding down
the wall before laying down beside his recovering brother.

	"You know," Zac said, turning his head to gaze into Taylor's famous baby
blues, "the thing is, that was so great because I love you. I wanted to say
that the whole time, but it's mushy. It would kind of kill the mood." Tay
laughed and caressed Zac's cheek.

	"Zac, my precious little sex maniac. Don't you know anything by now? We
sing for a living for one reason. One reason alone. Any mood worth setting
is set by love."

      Not only did Zac realize then that he and Tay would be lovers for
years to come, but he understood that they should've acted on their feelings
years ago. Too much time had been wasted before that fateful day in Tulsa,
and after that awful night in Denver. Not anymore. Not ever. Every person,
it is said, has only one true soul mate in life. Zac Hanson knew he was
lucky, for he had found his under the same roof.


THE END


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