Real World Hanson

Continuing from Real World Hanson. My name is Jaxsper Finn, I am 15 years old, and I am I spending the summer with the band Hanson. It's all part of MTV's new season of The Real World, only this time MTV has chosen slightly younger teens, like myself, to live with the band Hanson in a Malibu beach house in California. (This story is complete fiction, but I would give anything for it to come true. If you are offended by stories and talk of this nature, then why are you reading this?)

THE REAL WORLD HANSON - Part 2

CHAPTER SIX

"Zac, that guy is looking at you."

"Nuh uh"

"Uh huh. He's looking right in the window at you. He's your boyfriend! Zac's got a boyfriend. Zac's got a boyfriend."

'Shut up, Toby," Zac said with a friendly shove to his new friend and housemate. The train shifted right and the two of them rolled/wrestled on Toby's small bunkbed.

Their social worker (read: captor) Mr. Kimball, would have none of this. "Boys, boys! Please be quiet. It's the middle of the night, and the cramped compartments on this train do not afford me with very much privacy from the two of you.

"Aww, come on, Mr. Kimball," Zac said, "It's not that late. Besides we only have fourteen more stops before we get to Los Angeles. We can't go to bed now."

"Yeah, and I want to get out and look around at every one of them. Even if it's only for a second or two," chimed Toby.

Tobias Quirk and Zac Hanson were like most boys their age. Wild. It took them about three minutes to like each other, when they met at Grand Central Station in Chicago. By the time the Southwest Chief pulled out , bound for Los Angeles, they were the best of friends.

Toby liked traveling across the country this way. He made it a point to hop out and see what there was to see at every stop along the way. This was the best way for him to see all of the United States. He had only been in the country for a short while before he received his invitation to join the Hanson's on "The Real World." The States were different in many ways from Australia. Zac liked traveling with Toby too. They both shared a mischievous streak.

The boys decided that it would be much easier to wait for their stop at La Junta in the lounge, far away from that grouchy Mr. Kimball. Kimball didn't put up too much of a fight anyway. Maybe now he could catch at least a quick nap before the boys came wrestling back into the room again. He warned them not to stay off the train for too long, or risk the chance of being left behind.

Zac and Toby flopped into a booth in the train lounge and ordered a couple of drinks.

"I'll have a Pepsi, and a hot tea for me mate here," Zac said mimicking Toby's Australian accent.

They decided to see if they could run all the way into the next station, grab a brochure for Toby's growing collection, and make it back to the train before it pulled away again. This station stop was much shorter than many of the others, only 10 minutes but they were sure they could make it.

"We'll have to hurry a bit," said Toby, "and this time don't draw so much attention to yourself. We'll never make it if you have everyone crowd around us. A bit of luck that the only one who really spotted you at the last stop was that guy. He really was looking at you, like you were his boyfriend, by the way."

"First of all, Toby, everyone is always looking at me. Every where we go, there are crowds. Even at 11:00 at night on some deserted train platform. It drives Ike crazy, and Tay gets nervous sometimes but I like it. Second, he was not my boyfriend. Taylor is the one who likes boys, not me."

Toby started to choke on his tea as he heard this. "You mean your brother really likes other boys?"

"Well, it's not like he ever says anything about it, but I can tell. Ike is so girl crazy. He's always talking about the girls at our concerts, and how he hugged Cindy Crawford and Jewel when we met them. Tay never talks about girls. He told me once how cute this one boy who won a "Meet Hanson" contest was. Tay talked to him even after the radio station and concert promoters were finished photographing us with him. I've seen him staring at other boys before too. Plus, I looked under his mattress one time at home, and he had a couple of pictures of guys in bathing suits that he must have cut out from a magazine. Yep, he likes boys," Zac said as he gulped down his Pepsi, "But, he's not going to meet any at our concerts, too many girls crowding to meet him. They can get so crazy! One time, we finished performing at a mall and as we were leaving the crowd crushed around us. Ike made it through ok, Taylor had a bit of trouble but I got seperated and the girls started grabbing at me and my clothes and stuff. One even tore my shirt. Hey, Toby, don't tell Tay I told you about him liking boys, ok?"

I won't. I guess it's ok for him to like boys. What'd he do with those pictures under his mattress though?"

"You know, look at them and..." Zac raised an eyebrow, "Spank the Monkey. White Water Wristing. Wrestling with the bald-headed champ. Dating Rosey Palm and her five daughters. Jacking off, duh!"

The two boys laughed. It had been awhile since Zac had someone his own age to talk to. It felt nice to joke around with someone and not have to be told "grow up" or "stop acting like a kid". Taylor and Isaac were fun, but they had a way of ignoring him sometimes. That's why he always had to put on a big show when they were around, to get noticed.

"So.....do you ever ummm wank off, Zac?"

"Hey, I'm 12 years old. I do it alot. At first I didn't know why, but it felt good to rub my dick when it got all hard. I've even started to get hair down there. Have you?"

"Yeah, finally. Every time my year would shower after sports, I would get embarrassed cos I hadn't any yet. Now I do though. I measured it once and it was almost 3 3/4 inches."

"They make you shower at school? With all those other guys around and stuff?"

"Yes. I used to always try to wear a really long shirt and let it cover up my privates when I got my kit on, but now I don't care. Showering is not a problem now."

"Cool. I really love to play with my dick. Makes me feel good all over."

"Zac, have you ever had someone else touch it? You know. Have you ever wondered what it would feel like to have someone's hand on it other than your own?" Toby asked, looking down at the table, spining his cup around and around nervously.

There was a long, silent pause. A voice came over the loudspeaker and announced that passengers for La Junta should start moving toward a door with a conductor and prepare to leave the train. Toby grabbed Zac's hand and yelled, "come on."

CHAPTER SEVEN

This is the story, the true story, of four strangers and three brothers picked to live in a house, make a music video, and find out what it's really like when things stop being nice and start being real. The Real World - Hanson."

The sun streamed through the window, making my eye react the same as if it had been hit with a squirt of lemon juice.

"No, thank you," I said as I rolled over and pulled the blanket up over my head. Why did this place have to have so many windows!

I dragged my brain back into reality. It had all been a dream, a great dream. No make that a spectacularly, killer, wicked-cool dream, but a dream none the less. Still, who was I to complain? I had traveled across the country to spend my summer vacation in California. I'm set up in this enormous house, no parents watching me or asking questions, and to top it off last night I got to sleep with Taylor Hanson! ......Well, not actually sleep with him, but I did get to sleep next to him.

I rolled back around and rubbed my eyes. His side of the bed was still warm and I could smell him on the sheets. I smiled more broadly than I thought possible as I ran my hand over the slight indentation in the mattress his lithe form had made. Yeah, who am I to complain?

My mind flashed back to last night. I thought of my dream and what happened afterwards. Why did my thoughts of Taylor having sex with me make me feel so good? My smile grew even wider as I remembered what happened afterwards. I had awakened with a start. You know that shock that runs through you just before you wake up, making your body tense? As my arms and legs contracted I pulled the sleeping form of my...... roommate closer to my own body. And, well, I sort of creamed all over his back. I laid there for more than fifteen minutes, completely still except for my twitching dick, hoping that he would not wake up. It felt weird but, I don't know, somehow right. The sticky stuff bonded us together or something. Then, moving like a cat-burgler, I stealthily untangled my limbs from his.

I laid awake for awhile trying to come to grips with what I was feeling. I have always admired other boys, but did I really want to have sex with another one? Could I really be in love with another guy? Taylor rolled over in his sleep, onto his back, kicking the covers away. He must have been dreaming something too, and from the looks of things it wasn't a good one. His head thrashed from side to side and his face kept contracting like something was hurting him. He was talking in his sleep in a very low, raspy voice. I could only make out some of it. "No, no stay away! Get away from me!," he said.

For a second I thought that he was actually talking to me. I was afraid that he knew that I had just done to him. Like he could somehow read my mind and knew what I was dreaming of doing with him, and that was why he wanted me to stay away. I couldn't help it though, I had such concern for him. I scooted back over close to him and put his head to my chest. "It's ok Taylor, it's just a dream. I'm here, man. You're safe."

He didn't wake up, but I did manage to calm him down. My hand kept stroking his hair as I cradled him in my arms. He seemed so vulnerable and delicate now. Not the wild, free spirit he was earlier this evening. His face changed from a grimace to a smile and his breathing turned slow and deep. He started this low moan, his jaw dropped open and his hips bucked a bit. His nightmare had taken a turn for the better. Taylor must be having a sex dream, I guess we're not as different as I thought.

Sure enough, I looked down to see movement in his bright blue boxers. His dick began to make short, jerking movements. With each tiny jump, his penis stood up straighter and straighter, pitching a tent in his shorts.. My hand stoked his hair again, and continued down to his chest. I could feel his heart as it pounded. His dick seemed to pulsate and jump with each beat of his heart. In a weird way, I liked it. It was almost like I was helping him get off. My hands lightly petted Taylor's chest and he responded favorably.

I looked back at his face. He looked so content and happy. I wrapped my arms around him and pulled him closer. I tried not to wake Taylor, and I examined him as he slept.

His dick wouldn't stay still. For a minute it looked like it was getting hard, and then it would relax and shrink smaller again. Again it began to harden and again it shrank. A third time it hardened, but this time it didn't shrink. It continued to grow until it stopped at what I thought must be its full length.

I felt my own dick start to grow to full size again as I looked down to his cloth covered erection. I'd never wanted anything more in my life. I stopped worrying if it was wrong and only thought of how good touching his dick would be. It strained to pop the single button on the fly of his boxers, but the button would not give. A small wet patch formed around it.

Taylor, still asleep, started to move his hands down to his throbbing cock. His hands disappeared inside of his boxers. I was enraptured. He was putting on quite a show. I watched him feel around inside of his boxers and start to caress. Almost second nature. Tay must be extremely sexual. He seemed like a pro at playing with his meat, to be able to do it in his sleep. The blonde boy grabbed the shaft in his hand and began to slowly pull up and down on the pulsating cock.

I heard Tay's breathing growing louder and saw his body tense up, arching his back and thrusting his pelvis slightly. I studied at the ripples of his stomach muscles as they contracted more and more. He let out this "ungh, ungh, oh-ooohhh" that sounded not unlike a part of "Where's The Love" There was a quick intake of air, followed by his entire body stiffening up, followed by a completely relaxed form as he filled his pants with his cum.

With great effort, I tore myself away from the show in his pants, to look once again at his face. His bright blue eyes were open.

"Oops. You caught me," he said, his cheeks flushed with either embarrassment or excitement . I tried to explain myself or apologize for looking, but he stopped me short. "It's ok. I was having one of those dreams again, wasn't I? Oh well, I expect this won't be the last time you see me doing this in my sleep. I have some great dreams."

"I'm sorry," I said. "I haven't really been watching a long time. You started out having a bad dream, and tired to comfort you. I just held onto you because you were jumping around."

"Well, it was my cock that was doing all the jumping around near the end there," he said sheepishly. "I always seem to have bad dreams when I am alone. I guess it comes from sharing a room back home with my brothers. Even when we're on the road, we get one hotel room. It's nice having you here, Jaxsper. It made me feel good when you were, like, hugging me before."

"You were awake when I was doing that?" Now it was my turn to blush. I hoped Tay wouldn't be mad, but one look at his face told me he wasn't. "Yeah, your nightmare did seem to start right after I pulled away."

"I can't explain it, Jax, but it feels good to have you close. Sometimes I

just wish my imagination didn't always run away with me. It's good when I have dreams like that, but I can still remember my nightmare too."

"Don't worry, Tay. I'll be right here, if you want, ok?"

Well, stay right there. I'll be back in a second, dude. I, uh gotta go clean myself up. We're cool though, right. I mean it's not like you've never squirted in your sleep right?"

"Ummm, yeah," I said, thinking back to about a half hour earlier. I wondered if I should tell Tay to clean his back off too, but I thought better of it. "It's happened before. We're teenage guys, I think its a rule or something. Don't worry about it when you come back. I can stay close if you want."

I watched as Taylor disappeared into the bathroom. He returned quickly and slid down next to me. I wrapped my arms around him and we both fell fast asleep. I could decide tomorrow whether this was right or wrong. Right now, I just knew that Taylor needed me, and I knew that I needed him.

CHAPTER EIGHT

Where was I? Oh yeah. Last night. Sorry, I got a little distracted there.

I could hear the "Whoosh" of the shower behind the closed door of the bathroom. It would be awhile I guess. I thought about Taylor in the shower. He's the kind of guy who liked to take his time, I think. He would soap himself up all over, probably. I could see Taylor with all these tiny soap bubbles on his white skin, and the sun would shine through them giving them that little rainbow effect. Yeah, he'll probably take a long time.

For some reason I started to get really hard. Sometimes, in the morning, I get this way when I have to take a piss. Maybe it was listening to the water running in the shower, but something was making my hard-on worse. I actually considered a nice morning jack. I could think about girls or something, yeah girls with long blond hair. But, I decided against it. Taylor could be out any time now. Instead, I laid back in my bed, closed my eyes and thought about Taylor. I still had no idea why I felt so good when I was around him but I made it my mission today to find out.

Suddenly a scream pierced the silence. "DIE JAXSPER!!!!" My eyes popped open just in time to see an almost naked Taylor Hanson diving through the air towards me. His towel, knotted together at his side. He landed on top of me with a crash, nearly knocking the wind out of me. He pulled the pillow from beneath my head and covered my face with it.

"Morning, dude! Time to get up! What're you gonna do sleep all day?" Taylor said to me.

"Mmmph" I yelled back to him, from beneath 2 inches of feathers.

"What's that? I can't hear you!"

He punctuated each word by bouncing and down on my stomach. I couldn't see, but I could feel the slightly damp terry cloth towel and (I think) part of his warm penis on my stomach. Feeling it stunned me for a second, but I snapped out of it. No way was I going to get beaten by Tay.

I kicked the blanket away and lifted my feet up behind him, caught his shoulders and pulled him backwards. "Mmmph and good morning to you, too." My words grew clearer as I turn the tables on him. I scrambled up over his body and positioned myself on his chest, his naked chest, and looked down into his eyes.

"Thought you had me there, didn't you Taylor? Now who's on top?"

His whole body tensed and strained as he struggled under me but it was no use. I had him pinned. Ultimately defeated, he relaxed almost sighing. "Yes, you've got me. Right where you want me. Let me up and I'll make us breakfast." His eyes fell to the boxer-covered boner, inches from his face. "Gee, Jax, happy to see me?"

"You wish!" It was one of those guy things. Pure competition. We each had to show dominance over the other. He was really cool to be around. After a few seconds I let him up. "I'll be out for my breakfast soon, slave!"

Taking a piss when you are that hard is really a pain. I had to stand about a foot away from the toilet and pinch the head of my cock to get the angle right until my 'Li'l Jax" calmed down. Maybe I'll just take a cold shower.

I could see Taylor sitting at the dining room table as I hopped down the stairs. He was wearing that black Adidas shirt with the white stripes on the sleeves, like the one he wore in the "Mmmbop" video. Actually, Tay and Zac seem trade off wearing that shirt. I've seen them pictured in it in alot of photos. I tried to find a shirt like that, but nothing quite matched. My Mom once asked my why I seemed so interested finding one, not that I could really answer her.

"Where's my breakfast, slave?"

"Right here, Sir." Taylor said with a mouthful of food.

Breakfast? I guess you could call it that, but it didn't appear on any charts as one of the four major food groups. Taylor nibbled on a concoction consisting of an un-toasted Pop Tart covered with butter. He downed it with milk and OJ. He offered me some of the same.

I thought that I should try to cook something, but I really only knew how to make toast or maybe spaghetti if I am really ambitious. Taylor told me that he's spent months in hotels or on a tour bus, and had almost forgotten what a kitchen looked like, let alone learn how to actually use one. His Mom did most of the cooking, I think.

Brittany came downstairs. She was remarkably calm now around Taylor, but shocked at what we were eating. Her Mother was a four-star cook, so she offered to make us omelets. Maybe she won't be that bad to be around.

Brittany and I were both big fans of Hanson. I tried not to let it show but I was close to, if not more, thrilled as she is being around Taylor. As Britt cooked, she and I asked Taylor tons of questions. What it was like to be on the road, what his favorite songs were, stuff like that. Taylor told us that it was great to get to play for people like us, who have bought Hanson's record. I asked him if he missed touring, and he told me he was just happy for the rest.

"We were performing every week. After a solid year's worth of performing, touring, promotion, television, and mass public hysteria, I was looking forward to a break. We might just take a little time off, but Ike's plans to get started on a second album very soon. I think you've got to let yourself chill for a little bit before you dive back into the studio. That's why I am happy with where we are now. Rather than head straight back home or into some studio, we get to just relax here by the beach. It's nice to be with friends like you, Jaxsper....oh and you too Britt. To just be a regular kid, who can hang and do stuff when he wants to, not when some publicist says it alright."

Brittany served us our omelets, and we took a bite. Not bad, really. She asked him if any of the rumors were true. The ones that said he had met some girl on tour, or the one about how his girlfriend from Tulsa was at every performance just offstage. Taylor just laughed at that. He took on the same diplomatic tone he adopted yesterday when Brittany came running down the stairs towards him screaming. I got the impression he was asked this alot. The answer came automatically.

"No, I didn't meet any girls on the trip," Taylor said, "but I did get to talk with some cool people. Touring gives us a chance to visit our fans; they're the ones who count. I met a couple of guys my own age who seemed like fun to be around, but we always had to leave. 'Time to move onto the next town' Ike always would say. He can be such a perfectionist sometimes."

"Not that I am not a nice guy, though" Isaac added as he came down the stairs. Taylor blushed a bit, the red showing clearly on his white, smooth cheeks. I don't think it was from embarrassment though. I think he just wants to make Isaac proud of him. He's torn between wanting to just enjoy himself and have fun, and his duty to the band and his older brother.

We greeted Ike, he introduced us to our other roommate Wei-Lynn Chang. Lynn's a very nice girl. Tall, long black hair and deep black eyes. Nothing missed her notice She's nineteen years old, and a film student. She had been picked for this "Real World" show before any of us. Lynn is actually going to help on Hanson's music video when it films in a couple of days. She had even drawn up the storyboards for the video. Ike seemed to really get along with her.

"You two are just getting up?" Ike asked, "Lynn and I have been up for hours, going over stuff for the video. She's got great ideas. Hi, Brittany. Tay, you should talk to Britt, she was brainstorming with us last night too. You'd like her." Brittany giggled a little, but Tay turned and talked to me.

"The video is for 'Cried'" Taylor told me. "I always liked the song, but it didn't end up on our album. It was a choice between it and 'Madeline' and the record company thought that a song with a girl's name would be better for us. They thought a song about a guy crying might be to wimpy and they were worried about rumors coming out about, ummmm....."

"Mercury thought it would be better for our image," Isaac added, drowning out Taylor, "and for all the girls buying our album. Madeline isn't really a girl we knew. I just sort of made it up. We've re-mixed 'Cried' though and it sounds great. They've made a good dance mix too. It'll keep our names out there until we can finish recording our second album. Here's the CD single, it gets released in three weeks

Isaac rummaged around through his bag full of half written songs, guitar picks and notes for the video and pulled out the CD. It looked great, and had a big picture of Taylor making a sad face. Isaac said that they did this to play up on Tay's heart-throb status. He seemed to know alot about marketing. I think the image worked. There was something about his eyes, in the picture. There was this longing, or eternal sadness. He tries to hide it with a boisterous laugh, and frantic energy, but I could see it there in real life too. The picture made me want to take care of him.

I asked Lynn if I could see the storyboards. "Cool" I said. It seemed really interesting. Lynn described how every time Taylor sang the word "Cried" buckets of water would be dropped down on him.

"That wasn't my idea!" said Taylor with a laugh.

"Come on , Tay," Isaac said, "It'll be great! Plus, it will be every girls' dream to see you all sopping wet. You know they always scream for you the loudest. We can use that for the band, and, it will sell tons of records."

We talked for awhile longer, and finished up our breakfast. Ike and Lynn got up to leave for the studio. They were going to check on preparations for the shoot in a couple of days. Isaac suggested that Britt and Taylor to go too. "She can describe her idea for the video shoot," he told Taylor, but Tay said that he was tired and wanted to just hang out. Taylor asked me to stay with him. Britt tagged along with Isaac and Lynn.

"Well, what do you want to do?" I asked Taylor after the others had left.

"Hey, I saw a pool table in the other room. Up for a game?"

I told him that I would really like to play. Secretly I was really happy with his suggestion. I have just started playing pool over at my friend's house back home, and I'm pretty good at it. This would be a perfect way for me to impress someone who had made such an impression on me.

"Let's make it interesting, how about if we bet too. Let's put some money on it," I said.

"Oh, pretty sure of yourself," Taylor joked, "I might just have to knock you down a peg. Unfortunately, I don't have any money on me. Let's play anyway. I'm sure that we can come up with something to bet."

Little did I know then, just what that bet would be.

CHAPTER NINE

Tay and I walked into the room to play pool. If last night was any indication, we were going to have lots of fun. I didn't know it then, but Zac and Toby sure had a nice time last night too.

"Cor' I thought for certain we were going to be left behind that time! Whew," Toby exclaimed as he and Zac caught their breath.

"At least It wasn't my fault. Stupid doors were all locked at that train station. I'm glad we found that one open way around on the other side. We cut that pretty close. They must lock all the other ones when it's this late. Did you see the look on the conductor's face when he saw us running towards the train as it started to pull away. It wasn't going that fast!" Zac said as he bugged his eyes out imitating the conductor. "Oh, here you go, Toby. One brochure on the fabulous city of La Junta."

The conductor approached them. "You kids will be the death of me! Imagine I was the guy who lost the famous Zac Hanson! My grand daughter would never speak to me again! Say, Mr. Kimball was looking for you two a few minutes ago. Why don't you go and tell him that you've made it back in one piece. He seems a upset."

"Yeah, he can be a bit of a tight ass....uh I mean he's wound up," Zac said.

The conductor told him that there was an open cabin, and that since this was the last night the boys could use it and give Mr. Kimball at least one night's rest. Toby and Zac went to tell him the good news and gather their things. They walked to their new cabin next door. Mr. Kimball hoped that the wall separating them would make it quiet enough for him to sleep but still allow him to keep and eye - or at least an ear - on them.

"You can have the bed next to the window, Toby. That way you can see the rest of America."

"I don't think that I can keep my eyes open much longer. I'm completely knackered." Toby closed the drapes so that the only light was from the small bulb in the ceiling.

"Knackered! Hey, what you do on your own time is your own business!" Zac laughed.

"No, silly, that just means that I am wiped out. Now that you mention it though, you never did answer my question before. Zac, have you ever thought of what it'd be like to...." Toby stopped mid sentence. It seemed as if he'd wanted to ask something important, but held back, afraid of the response.

"Have I ever thought of what it'd be like to...what?" Zac asked curiously as he laid back in the small, ugly, orange bed in the tiny cabin.

"What you'd said before. Wank off, white water wristing, all that nonsense but with someone else there too?"

"Gross! Let another guy see me doing that! No Way!" Zac said as he stuck out his tongue.

The room grew still, and the clack-clack sound of the wheels running along the train tracks got deafeningly loud.

Toby blushed and turned away, busying himself with his suitcase. Then he cleared his throat and continued. "Umm, me and my mates did it a couple of times at camp. It's sort of nice to feel someone's hand on your bits other than your own. It doesn't mean anything though. It wouldn't make us like your brother Taylor. It'd be cool with me if you want to wank off right here. I sort of do it every night, but since Mr. Kimball's always seems to be around...well, it's been awhile. Unless maybe you're....umm.... chicken" Toby laughed. He knew that if he didn't make a joke of it, he would completely ruin his new friendship.

"What?!?" Zac coughed out half laughing, half shocked. "Chicken?" Zac thought hard about it for a few seconds before finally speaking up.

"I do need to jerk off bad," Zac admitted nervously. "But, turn out the light and you stay on your side of the room and I'll stay on mine. Ok?"

Before he had time to realize it, Toby had his jeans down and was sitting on his bed in his briefs and a t-shirt. The room grew quiet again and Zac stared at the kind of bulge in his friend's briefs, illuminated in the moonlight. Toby hooked his thumbs into the waistband of the briefs, and then seemed to hesitate -- until Zac made a clucking noise, "Who's a chicken now, Toby?" he said. Down came the briefs.

"It's huge," Zac said in awe.

"Actually, it's kinda small. It's only about four or four and a half inches the last time I measure it. Smaller than some of the guys at camp. But I'm sure it'll grow more." He stopped suddenly and said, "Come on. You too. I'm not gonna do this alone."

Zac stared intently at the other boy's package, all words were gone. He grasped ahold of his zipper and pulled it down, and shakily tugged down his corduroy pants. To delay the inevitable, he also pulled off his long-sleeve, black and yellow shirt. Zac sat there in his checkered blue boxers. The windows were closed, but a chill ran through him. Goosebumps appeared on his smooth chest and his nipples poked out like two party hats.

The train whistle blew, and both boys jumped at it's shrill sound. The awkward moment shattered by their laughter. Their hearts racing like the train wheels, feeling both guilty and excited.

Toby took the initiative and wrapped his hand around the base of his throbbing penis and slowly began to pump. His eyes closed and his head tipped back as he sat there on the edge of the bed facing Zac. This gave Zac a chance to examine his friend. Zac marveled at the way the other boy's foreskin slid back and forth, covering then uncovering the maroon colored head. Zac had never seen an uncircumcised penis before. Well, actually, he'd never really seen anyone's penis before, 'cept Avery's and his own. He caught a glimpse of Tay's once but it was fleeting. Zac was enraptured. He watched as the head of Toby's cock started to shine in the moonlight, the precum coating the top. Without realizing it, his hand crept to his own erection and started groping it through the boxers.

Zac's movements caused his dick to shift slightly and it poked out of the fly. His four and three- quarters inch cock (measured nightly back home with a ruler) was waving in the air like a flag. Zac's jaw dropped open and locked in place as he stroked. He kept his eyes fixed on the boy in front of him, studying his every movement, watching his friend's chest rise and fall with each haggard breath. Zac was somewhat awkward, trying to keep up with Toby's pace, but eventually fell into his own rhythm. Zac heard someone groan, then realized it was his own voice. Something made this more exciting. Maybe it was because it had been awhile, or that it was in a weird place, or maybe because he could see someone and knew that person could see him at such an intimate moment.

He continued to watch and mimic Toby. Toby spread his legs apart further and squeezed his balls with his other hand, then rolled them around with his fingers. Zac did the same. Toby's breath became more rapid, and he quickly pulled his hand off his cock, trying desperately to stay in this moment. He placed his palm on the oh-so-sensitive head of his wank and circled it rubbing around some of the pre-cum, then slid his hand back down the shaft. Zac saw Toby's hips start to buck slightly, raising him up to meet his own thrusts.

Toby's eyes opened and he looked deeply into Zac's. A smile drew across the boy's face at the sight of his blond friend's ecstasy. Zac let out small mews with each stroke. They started at each other for a few seconds, then Toby slowly and deliberately stood up and walked the three steps over to Zac's bed. He stood with one leg between each of Zac's and helped Zac to his feet. Toby gently brushed his cock against Zac's and let the two tips touch. Zac jumped then regained his composure and relaxed again. Each dick twitched with its owner's heartbeat. They looked down at them as they ground their crotches together, then up into each other's eyes. Toby was careful to only rest his hands on Zac's hips and leave them there not lowering them further than the waistband of Zac's still present boxers. He did not want to freak his friend out in any way.

Not long after, Toby's hands circled around and pulled tighter on Zac's back as he moaned in rapture. Zac felt Toby's body heat grow more intense and his friend's whole body tensed. Zac shuddered as he felt Toby's hard penis driving spasmodically against his own. Zac looked down, he definitely wanted to see this. Then, Toby's dick erupted sending a squirt high up Zac's body. It felt warm and thick on him, but exciting. It was followed by four more squirts of lesser strength, each one hitting a spot on the boy in front of him. It was all Zac could take. His throbbing cock danced around beside Toby's dousing his partner as well.

Zac let off a contented sigh. Toby couldn't help himself. Against better judgment he brushed Zac's lips with his own. Not a full kiss, but more of an angel like kiss across Zac's full, pink lips.

They both stared at each other for a second, arms wrapped around hugging each other close. Toby wanted Zac to say something, anything. "Please," he thought to himself, "Tell me you liked it. Tell me that you'll still be my friend. Don't tell me I'm weird. Please." Zac gave Toby his patented smile from ear to ear.

The boys released each other and backed off to their own beds, never breaking eye contact. They each laid down on the tiny mattresses and caught their breath again. It was Zac who spoke first.

"Man, that was cool. But look what a mess you made."

"Me? What about you?"

They both laughed again, and wiped the cream from their chests. Toby reached for his shirt, while Zac bravely removed his boxers to clean up with. They stretched back in their beds, both too tired to get dressed in their pajamas. Soon the rhythm of the train beating on the tracks lulled them to sleep.

CHAPTER TEN

"Yeah, Jax!" Taylor said, "Get those balls up here!"

I rolled the balls, for our game of pool, onto the table. I knew that this would be great. Like I've said, I have only just started playing pool but already I am the best one on our block. A friend of mine, from across the street, got a pool table for Christmas. For awhile, every afternoon we would play. I'm a very good player, not that I'm some kind of pool shark or anything, though.

We just messed around for a bit, hitting the balls into the holes. We weren 't really playing a game. It gave me a chance to gauge Tay's skills. He was ok, but I was sure that I could beat him.

"Come on, Tay, let's play, but, let's make it interesting. How about if we put $5.00 on it? Break or rack?"

"Either's fine with me, Jax, but no bet. I don't have any money."

"Wait, let me get this straight. You're Taylor Hanson. The Taylor Hanson, of the band Hanson. You've performed in concerts, you've sold like a jillion records and...you have no money?"

Taylor explained that most of his money was in a trust fund set up by his parents. The rest was still controlled by his dad. This was the first time that he and his brothers had been away from their parents, and they didn't really plan to have any expenses."

"Well, we have to bet something," I said, "The game is better when there is a risk involved. It's not the same without something riding on it."

"My food here is taken care of. Any trips are arranged by MTV. The music video is paid for by the record company. What do I need with money? Besides, when you're like me, people have a tendency of just giving you stuff. They think that makes you their friend."

"Hey, I'd give you the shirt off my back, Tay. Just kidding. You know, that's not such a bad idea. How about if you risk your shirt. I've seen you wearing it in pictures before and I think it rocks."

Taylor agreed but only if I risked my shirt as well. He didn't think it was fair to take my money. Silly boy, like that was going to happen

We were playing Eight-ball, He sank two solids and a stripe. He then proceeded to sink the rest of the solids and then the eight-ball. I never even got a shot. "Beginner's Luck" he called it. I might have had a chance if he had even missed once!

He pointed to my shirt and said, "Ok, buddy, take it off."

Right now? I didn't realize he would want it right now! I was still sort of using it.

I groaned and pulled my shirt up over my head. I pretended to be annoyed but secretly I was really excited to be "forced" to take it off by Taylor. I demanded a rematch. Taylor told me ok, but this time it was for my pants. He had a sort of evil grin when he said this. There was something in his look at that moment. It was like he was trying to decide on something. I think he sensed my excitement, though and played off the bet like it was a joke. I agreed, still hoping to win his shirt, and a chance to see his chest again.

"I'm feeling lucky." he said grinning. "Losers go first"

Now, it was my turn to show him who was a loser. The game went back and forth a bit, but ultimately I was the winner. Taylor made a big show of removing his shirt. He slowly slid his hands down his chest and stomach, crossed his arms and grabbed the shirt tail, then tugged it over his head. Man, he had a great chest. So smooth and creamy white. My body went numb and my mouth went dry. He was more than handsome....he was gorgeous.

We continued playing, each with our shirts off. I kept stealing glances of him out of the corner of my eye. His blond hair that hung to either side of his face as he bent to take his shot, and it seemed to move in slow motion when he leaned forward. Taylor's eyes looked as if he could read your thoughts when you looked into them. Those same eyes scoured the pool table and picked out the best shots in each game.

"I seem to be having some difficulty concentrating." I said. It was so true. I felt unfocused, it was something new for me. I've sort of stared at other guys before, but this was different. This was much more intense. My mind started to daydream as I watched him play. His loose pants rode low on his hips. I could see a hint of the red boxers underneath.

We continued the game as aggressively as ever. I don't know if it was his awesome presence that was making me screw up or if he was just really good, but he was more than my match! I had never had anything close to the competition that I was getting from him. A couple of times, he made the cue ball hook around the other balls, then find its mark. Trick shots like that only made him more full of himself.

"In your face" he would laugh. "I know this game like the back of my hand. Actually, I know this game like the front of my hand, and I'm on intimate terms with the front of my hand."

It turns out, he and his brothers got to practice pool alot when they were on the road. Every hotel they stayed in had a pool table in the rec room. He backed up his words with skill and technique the likes of which I've never seen.

It came time for me to remove my pants. I asked him if that was what he really wanted, and he told me that a bet was a bet. Nervously, I lowered my zipper and pulled my pants down. I stood there in only my green Marvin the Martian boxers. He didn't look away. He just kept on staring at me. I could feel his gaze, almost like a touch.

"One more game," Tay joked. "This one is for all the marbles, Jax. I thought you said you were good?"

"Give me a break!" I said.

"Next game I'll give you a break. Rack up the balls and I will give you a break that will make a grown man cry." He was really trying to psych me out.

No way. There was no way I was going to be stripped completely in this game. I told myself to think of what I was doing. Avoid my thoughts of Taylor and his chest, his nice smooth chest....Stop! And, to not think about him staring at me in my boxers.

He bumped against me while leaning way over to hit the six ball, and I gasped because it was so intense and my emotions about him were so confused. As I slid to the side to give him room I hoped that he didn't notice my slight bulge. I suddenly realized that perhaps he felt the same way I did. Maybe I wasn't the only person who looked at other guys. Maybe both of us were just too scared to say what was really on our minds.

Realizing that, or at least just pretending it could be true, helped me to concentrate. I sank almost all solids this game in one turn, and had just the eight ball left. It was a tricky shot though. I concentrated on the table, but jumped when I felt Taylor grab my shoulders from behind, kneading them and rubbing my back with his hands.

"Hey!" I protested

"Just trying to help you out, dude. Don't want you to get all tense. This game looks like it's yours."

I was amazed at how strong yet soft Taylor's hands were. My shoulder muscles relaxed under his cool touch, and I realized that I never felt this good. It was nice having someone touch you like this, and it was even nicer that it was Taylor.

"That last shot looks tough," Tay said. "The trick is not to hold your cue too tight." He stood behind me and grabbed my pool cue and sort of leaned me forward. I could feel the body heat flow off of him. I could hear him breathing as he leaned close to my ear and lined up the shot. "Here, let me show you how to play this game. You just gently slide it in and out. Get it? In and out. Slowly. In and..."

"...Out. Yeah, I get it." I said with a gulp. He let go and let me take my shot at the eight ball.

I aced the shot, and it was Tay's turn to drop his pants.

"Boy, I didn't think you would sink that one, especially with me distracting you. You know, with a little practice you could be an excellent stick handler," he laughed. "Oh well, nothing you haven't seen before," he said as he unzipped his pants and threw them at me. He might have been down playing it, but I loved every second. I gave him the same treatment he gave to me. I stared at him as he stood there in those baggy red boxers, I resisted my brain's command to turn away. I just looked at him, unembarrassed.

Taylor crossed his arms in front of himself, and pretended to be shy. He then unfolded his arms and reached out as if to hug me. I don't know why, but I stumbled a step away from him. Why did I do that? Taylor's face turned whiter than usual and his mouth dropped open with surprise. Both of us stood there a moment, emotions overwhelming us as we both tried to figure out what to do next. I realized that I had stopped breathing and suddenly inhaled loudly. Taylor looked away and sat down on the pool table.

"I'm, um, I'm sorry Jax. I didn't mean to scare you. I just thought that maybe you kinda felt the same way I did. I'm really sorry, man. Don't hate me, ok?"

I felt really bad. It just took me by surprise, that's all. I've been denying my feelings for so long. Guys are supposed to like girls, right? As much as I liked Taylor, as much as I wanted to touch him, to be with him. Guys are supposed to like girls.

It was almost as if Taylor could read my thoughts. He answered, "Don't get me wrong. I like girls alright. I've met a few of them while we were touring, but none that excite me as much as other guys. I tried to talk to Ike about it, but he just gets mad and I don't want to let him down. Sometimes he tries to set me up with girls. Trying to "fix me" he says. I think that's what he was trying to do with Brittany earlier. He can't figure out why I just don't want to be with a girl. I've read books and some things on the internet. They say that about one half of guys have gay feelings or an experience sometime in their life. I guess it's just taking me a little longer to stop having those feelings."

I started to tremble a bit. I've said it before, there is something about Taylor that makes me just want to take care of him. I didn't want him to be upset. I don't want him to feel alone. In alot of ways, he was saying exactly what I felt. It was sort of like his song, "Even though we're just two strangers on this runaway train, we're both trying to find our place in the sun." We really weren't too different.

I walked over to sit next to him on the pool table. Taylor didn't look up. He just kept staring down, sort of embarrassed. My hand shook as I put my arm around him. He tensed up for a moment, then let out almost a sob and just relaxed. I told him not to be ashamed that I could understand what he was feeling. I had questions too. I realized that being there, with my arm around him, took away all of my questions. I felt for the first time that everything would be ok.

Taylor still didn't look up. He spoke so quietly.

"Look, I know I can't expect it, but....I would....umm....I'd like you to love me. Because, God knows, I love you so much, and we can figure it out. I know we can. Jaxsper......"

That was all the more he could say. It was kind of hard for him to talk with my lips over his. Our mouths pressed together as I kissed someone for the first time. As I kissed a boy for the first time. I closed my eyes and savored the moment. His lips tasted sweet, and were just as soft as I imagined. I inhaled trying to draw more of him in. Slowly, tentatively, Taylor slipped his tongue into my mouth. I opened my lips to let it in, and felt it touch mine. It felt really good. Then, it was my turn, I explored and caressed the sweet inside of his mouth, then pulled back to suck on his tongue a bit. My hands drew up to stroke his cheeks and run through his hair, and his hands moved behind me and ran along my naked back. His touch sent a tickling shock down my spine.

We parted and gazed into each other's eyes for close to forever. Finally, all seemed right. I had finally found someone who I could be close to, someone I could tell this secret too. Someone who felt the same way that I did. Someone who I could love, and maybe they could love me back.

It was the happiest and most exciting moment in my life. The second most was just about to happen. Taylor slid his hand down the front of my chest toward my lap.

CHAPTER ELEVEN

"There, that wasn't so bad was it?" He asked

"No." I sighed, "Kissing you, Taylor is the best thing to ever happen to me. Tay, I love you too."

Taylor was smiling again. It was so infectious that it made me smile back. His hands ran up my back, as he hugged me close, then over my shoulders to my chest. He rubbed a fingertip over my nipple, giggling in delight as it rose to erection. He smiled even more broadly as I did the same to him. He licked his lips and I kissed him again.

"Mmmm," he said as our lips broke contact again. "You have no idea how many times I've dreamed of doing this."

"I know exactly what you mean. I dreamed of it too. I dreamed of you last night, Taylor."

He smiled that mischievous smile that made me melt and answered, "Well, there's only one way to tell if we're dreaming again or not, you know," and then he pinched one of my nipples.

I let out a moan. He released it and said that now he would kiss it and make it all better. Tay lowered his face to my pinched left nipple, and reached out to tap it with the tip of his tongue. He drew circles around it before engulfing it with his mouth, sucking and nibbling on it. God, it felt good. I wrapped my arms around him and laid him back on the pool table, with my body on top of his.

"You first, Tay. Let me show you how much I love you."

I kissed my way down his neck to the peach colored nipples on his chest. I gave them the same attention that he paid to mine. I could feel his heart beating beneath my lips as I sucked on his left one. I pulled my face away slightly and blew cool breath on the damp nips, and watched the tiny goosebumps appear on his smooth chest.

I then lifted my weight up with my forearms and laid on my side, propping myself up on one elbow. I ran my hands down his taught stomach. I tickled his stretched bellybutton and brushed it with my palm as my hand slid between the elastic of his red boxers and the soft skin beneath. I moved my hand along the edge of the elastic, following it as it wrapped around his slim waist. I could feel subtle traces of his pubic hair with my fingertips, but I reached no further. I stared down at the tent he was pitching in his boxers. A small, wet patch formed at the top. No words were spoken, the only sound in the room came the heavy breathing of two nervous and excited boys

I think his cock couldn't take much more. It stretched the fabric of his once baggy boxers to the limit, and started to peek around the single button on the fly. I lowered my mouth to that button and kissed it, feeling the hot, throbbing pole it kept back. I lightly tongued the wet patch Taylor was creating. I told him that I was cleaning up the mess he was starting to make, but I really just made matters worse. I continued to run my hands all over his belly, chest and his creamy white thighs feeling the bulge in his boxers jump and twitch with my mouth. My tongue licked at the fabric, producing more precum from my sweet Taylor adding it to my own saliva, soaking the front of him.

I was sort of shocked at my own boldness. I was no longer afraid or embarrassed, passion had overridden my nervousness and insecurity. I reached out with my teeth and undid the button. Before I could pull away, his dick sprang out hitting my lips. It came out so fast, I didn't have time to think. It was like that practical joke, the spring snakes inside of the peanut brittle can. It popped out that fast.

I stared at Taylor's dick for a long time, watching it waggle back and forth before me. Tentatively I reached out to kiss the head with my lips. Then, I opened my mouth and French kissed Taylor's throbbing, purple dickhead. It produced more clear precum, which I lapped up gratefully. He moaned beneath me. I grasped the elastic at the sides of his boxers and drew his shorts sensuously down his legs, exposing his entire cock at last. I tossed them over my shoulder.

I stopped and studied the perfection of the boy beneath me. I looked from his angelic face then back to his downy patch of pubic hair that was nearly as blond as the hair on his head. His groin was covered with the sparse gold, and his balls hung slightly downwards over his left thigh. Rising above his velvety balls, outward and curving toward his belly button, was his throbbing penis. It was a slightly darker shade of pink than the surrounding skin, it turned to purple at the head and pulsed in time with his heart. I wanted to remember everything about the boy I loved. His penis, the smoothness, the shape, the size, the perfect distribution of pubic hair, the contours of ball sack. He was much bigger than you would suspect for a boy with such a small frame. Then again, it's not like I had seen many to compare, but this one was mine, all mine.

I gently caressed Taylor's scrotum, feeling the smoothness and softness of the slightly wrinkled skin, and gently playing with the small round balls that rolled within. I moved down and again placed my lips at Tay's throbbing penis, still slick with precum. Taylor gasped and I moved my tongue all around Taylor's head. I opened my mouth more and let the head inside, then I added a couple more inches. It was leathery, soft and leathery. It's kinda hard to describe, really. I clamped my lips around him and moved them up and down, Taylor's gasp quickly turned to moans of pleasure.

I reached around and behind to grab his butt and squeezed, pulling Tay even more towards my mouth. Soon, he started thrusting with his hips and I took it all. My tongue snaked around his shaft as he slid in and out of my mouth. Every now and then, I would almost pull off of him completely, leaving just the head between my lips. I would point my tongue and prod at his cum-hole, eliciting more of his delicious juice.

I could almost feel the orgasm building in his belly, he groaned loudly in ecstasy. His balls shot up quickly, tightening close to his body. His groans ran together into one long moan. A sudden, intense pleasure raced through Taylor's body, more powerful than anything he had ever felt. I could feel his thin body shudder beneath me, and every muscle in him tense. Taylor's penis exploded in my mouth. It shot way to the back of my throat. I pulled off him a bit and let him empty his load into me. His cock pulsed against his tongue and I drank it all. I tried to swallow every drop, but some leaked out of the sides of my mouth. It tasted so sweet, so thick. I did not release him from my tight mouth until I had drained him of every drop of my now favorite dessert. Completely spent, Taylor's body then relaxed beneath me.

"Oh, man. Thank you, Jax. That was so intense." Taylor said, his eyes dreamy.

"That was for you, Taylor. Only for you. I love you so much."

"I love you too, Jax."

I smiled back at him, a trickle of his cum running down either side of my mouth. I scooped up his juices with my fingertip. Kneeling in front of him, I gently spread his thickening cum over his lips, and then began licking them, finally pressing my lips to his. Our tongues wrapped around each other, with the salty-sweet taste of his cum in both our mouths.

He scooted closer as we kissed. Taylor was a great kisser. He would end each kiss with a soft little angel kiss. It was like he wanted to have the last word, or put his signature on it or something. His hand went down my body to caress the cotton covered, throbbing, hard on below. Taylor stroked and squeezed me to almost the point of orgasm. In a flash my boxers were whipped away. His slender, almost feminine hand wrapped around my throbbing dick and stroked.

"Now it's your turn, Jax. I want to show you how good it can feel, but I can hardly move. Come up here and fuck my mouth," He whispered

His breath had the slight odor of his cum on it. What an offer. I climbed down from the table and grabbed two pillows from the couch. I arranged them behind his head, propping it at the perfect angle for me. I climbed up and straddled his chest, my knees on either side of his gorgeous face, my cock inches from his waiting mouth.

"Slide it in, Jax. I want to take it all. I want to swallow your cum and feel it deep inside my belly."

I leaned forward and smoothed the tip across his soft, pink lips, leaving a shiny trail of my precum over them. It felt incredible so far and I knew it would only get better. I brought my penis to the right angle and slowly started to slide into Tay's mouth. He opened up and let it in. I gave him what he wanted as I carefully stuffed in several inches of hot, throbbing cock. I was careful not to go too fast or give him too much. He took it expertly, never once gagging. I grabbed the edge of the table and started to thrust my hips in a typical fucking motion. Every so often I would plunge in deep, and my balls would slap Tay' s chin. He kept his mouth closed tightly around me and let it slide all over his tongue.

He reached up and put his hands on my hips, stroking the thigh muscles as I continued fucking his mouth. His hands moved to grab and squeeze my ass, letting me know to go even deeper into him. Those same hands then reached between my legs to tickle my balls with his fingertips and draw circles around the edge of my asshole.

Without warning, he pushed a finger into me. Just a bit at first, then more. It was like nothing I had ever imagined. I loud groan escaped my mouth as he poked his finger around inside of me. He must have bumped my prostate a couple of times, because I would feel bolts of extreme pleasure run through me. It made me pump faster into his mouth.

I was on the edge now. I tried to hold back. It was better than anything. He curved his tongue, wrapping it around my dick and started to hum. I've always said that Taylor had the best vocal cords in the world and now he was proving it. The vibrations traveled up my cock and through my entire body. The humming vibrations, combined with the vision of his lovely face and his soft, sucking mouth wrapped around my cock, combined with the indescribable feeling of his finger toying with my insides must have caused a sensory overload. I am sure that I blacked out for a second.

I came to in mid spurt. Cum rocketed out of me. I reached down and grabbed my dick, and pulled it nearly out of Tay's mouth to give him more room. Blob after blob of my cream filled his mouth. He lapped at my dick eagerly making good of his word and swallowing it all. My limp penis flopped out, landing on his neck and I rolled off of him, laying on my back.

Taylor rolled over on top of me. I felt the soft weight of his body and our soft, spent cocks pressing against each other. He raised up on his hands so that our faces were a few inches apart. The longest strands of his hair fell down and brushed my cheeks. He smiled and kissed me deeply.

After a minute, he rolled off of me and we snuggled close together. I felt Taylor's sweaty body next to my own. Our breathing slowed, becoming rhythmic as we drifted off to sleep in each other's arms.

"I will love you forever," was the last words I heard before I succumbed to sleep.

"We're home!" was the first thing I heard as I awoke with a shock.

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