Burbank City Quickie
As the taxi driver glanced in the rearview mirror at his young passenger, he wondered who she was. He knew he had seen that pretty face, that long, wispy honey bond hair, and especially those ruby red lips somewhere. Fifteen-year-old beautiful blonds were not rare in movie town. She could have been a model for some jeans ad, one of a score of rock singers, or on one of a dozen TV sitcoms. They were heading to the Walt Disney Studios, but he never paid much attention to what studio produced what show. Whoever she was, she was excited. He could see that in her deep blue eyes. She was also nervous, rapidly drumming her long, thin fingers on the seat of the taxi. Had the driver known his teen rock songs, he would have recognized the tapping as the rhythm for "Thinking of You". "You sit there and wait, I look at you and anticipate, what we could be and what we could do," whispered his passenger. If he had also known his teen rock singers, he would have realized that this was no girl in the bright red dress and red high heels.
"No matter how high, no matter how low, I'll be thinking of you, no matter what I do, no matter where I go, I'll be thinking of you, you'll be on my mind all the time, you'll be on my mind all the time, you'll be on my mind. I'll be thinking of you the whole time," his nervous, impatient passenger hummed. She adjusted her padded bra and looked at her wristwatch. She suddenly realized it was too big for a young girl, more of a boy's watch. She would have to buy a more appropriate one. It was 2:14 p.m..
"Is it much further?" asked the high pitched, effeminate voice.
"Another five minutes."
Taylor Hanson sat back. It had been only three days ago that he'd had sex with Taran Smith back at Tulsa. It seemed like months, and that night had been over too soon. It had been wonderful though, more wonderful than he had ever expected. So, when Taran had suggested they have a candescent meeting while the band was on tour in L.A. he had readily agreed. Taran had arranged for the day pass to the studio while they were still back in the hotel room in Tulsa, and the boys had mapped out how they would meet.
That was the easy part. The hard part for Taylor was getting away from the family. Arriving in Los Angeles, they had immediately headed over to the Hollywood Bowl to practice for the July 12th show. That evening they took in a few of the sites, and the next day was another full day of practising and rehearsing for the big show Sunday evening. Being on tour was great, but it was also a lot of fucking hard work. Saturday they put in eight hours going over every detail, making sure everything would be right, and then that night took in Universal Studios like any other tourist family. Being all together as a family on tour was really great too, but it did create problems when it came to having any sort of love life.
This morning, Sunday, was spent as a family at church, of course. This afternoon they were supposed to be relaxing and resting up for the evening performance. While the rest of the family had headed down to the Holiday Inn pool to get away from the unusually hot California afternoon, Tyler had opted to stay in their hotel room and sleep. The moment the family was in the elevator, he was heading for the stairs with his disguise in his bag. Slipping to the hotel next door, he had quickly switched clothes, put on his make up, and phoned for a taxi. The way he had it planned, he'd be back before the family returned, and if they did return to the room while he was gone, he'd claim he'd gone out for a walk to clear his mind or whatever. The two teenage lovers did not have much time to be alone, but they had to see each other again.
Handing the taxi driver the fare and telling him to keep the change, the young girl showed the gate guard her pass and hurried across the parking lot in search of Sound Stage 4 where the Home Improvement set was set up. It was hot, she was sweaty, her padded bra kept slipping, and her high heels were hurting like hell. Even so, she had never felt so horny in all of her fifteen years.
Arriving at the building, Taylor found fourteen-year-old Taran anxiously waiting at the door. They had started production of the eighth season of the Home Improvement series on August the seventh. JTT was going to be concentrating on his education, and he wanted to get his first two episodes out of the way so he'd only have to come back for the third and his last show to be broadcast in December. Jonathan Thomas's plans had been a good excuse for Taran to use to be at the studio that day. He had told his parents he had to talk to JT, and he and his dad only needed the slightest reason to hop in their home-built two-seater and take to the air.
Stepping inside the set, the two hot, sweaty teenagers immediately embraced and kissed, their hot young lips and hot breaths revealing their lust for each other. Their tongues explored each other's mouths, rubbing against each other and exploring each other's teeth. They finally broke their kiss, but not the embrace.
"Not exactly the most romantic place to meet," observed Tay with a smile as he glanced around the set.
"Wish it could be better."
"Hey, as long as I'm with you lover it don't matter where we are."
"As long as its private."
"You got that right."
The boys kissed again, their hot, sweaty bodies pressing against each other with an urgency driven by their teenage hormones. "Wish we had more time though," sighed Taran.
"Yeah, me too. But hey, even two hours is better than none at all."
"The bed they use for my room is over here."
"Cool, getting one off on Mark Taylor's bed."
"Just one?" asked Taran with a smile.
"Well, we'll see," grinned Tay back as he sat on the bed. "But first I gotta take these fucking shoes off. I gotta buy a decent pair of pumps to go with this dress."
"Just like a girl, fussing about your clothes," teased Taran as he sat beside him.
"You would too if you had to squeeze your feet into these things."
"Well," said Taran as he took Tay's right foot in his lap. "I know just the thing you need." He ran his fingers over Tay's small, delicate foot, lightly tracing along the delicate bones that he could feel under the satiny skin. He began to massage harder, working his thumb and fingers along the sides.
"Mmmmm, that does feel good," Tay said as he put his other foot up on Taran's lap.
"Lay back and let me take care of this," Taran offered.
As Tay lay on his back, Taran sat at the end of the bed and bent over. He ran his tongue along the back of Tay's sweaty foot from ankle to toes and then back down. He ran it along the sides, delighting in the aroma and the salty taste. Lifting Tay's legs, he began licking his soles. Tay squirmed and sighed deeply.
"Lay down beside me," Tay whispered after a few minutes. As Taran did, Tay removed his sneakers and the aroma of hot teenage feet wafted up to his nose.
"'Fraid even with clean socks and airwalks they're still a bit stinky."
Tay took Taran's stockinged feet in his hands and raised them to his nose. "Not stinky to me lover," he said. Drawing off one black Nike sock and then the other, he bent over and inhaled deeply. "From the look on his face and the size of his toes, he comes from a place that nobody knows. Maybe I'm hallucinating, hyperventilating," he sang.
"Foot odour does that to you," Taran observed with a grin. When Tay sang it sent a tingle up his spine, and up his boyhood, which at that moment was straining to get out of his pants.
Tay bent over and took Taran's big toe in his mouth and sucked on it while he massaged his insole. He ran his lips over his toes, massaging them gently. Taran returned his attention to Tay's feet. For the next ten minutes the two teenage boys were lost in delight as they savoured and delighted in each other's feet, as they licked them and massaged them, as they sucked on each other's toes and inhaled their boy fragrance. It was the first time they had ever done anything like this, and it was like discovering a whole new aspect of sex.
Reaching down, Tay unzipped Taran's black Hollywood jeans and undid the top clasp. Taran raised his hips, allowing Tay to draw down his trousers and his boxers to free his stiff, aching cock. It jerked excitedly, the warm air feeling good after the confines of his sweaty underwear. The tip was moist with pre-cum. Tay pulled Taran's jeans and boxers right off and then lay back and raised his own hips as Taran raised his dress and tucked it around his waist. Taran slipped his fingers under the elastic waistband of the pink silk panties and drew them down and off, revealing Tay's own stiff cock. The two boys lay back down still in opposite directions and continued to massage and suck on each other's feet, but now their hands also played over each other's legs and genitals. They ran light fingertips along sensitive inner thighs, causing each other to squirm with tantalizing pleasure and causing their teenage cocks to jerk with desire. They ran light fingertips over sweaty, satin like balls, hanging in loose sacs. Slender boy fingers wrapped around hot, stiff teenboy cocks.
"Man, we got to do something soon or I'm gonna bust a nut," Taran said.
Tay slid forward along the bed until his feet were at Taran's crotch. He eased his right foot forward and stroked the boy's stiff hardon with his toe. He felt Taran's feet at his crotch, his toes gently rubbing his hot sweaty balls, and then his two feet closing in on his aching boner. He cupped his feet together too, trapping Taran's cock between his soles.
"Fuck my feet," he whispered huskily. "I want to feel your hard cock rubbing between my soles. I want to feel your hot cum between my toes."
Taran was horny as hell and did not need to be told a second time. He began to work his hips to and fro, easing his cock in and out between Tay's feet. At the same time he felt Tay begin to do the same thing. It felt weird to the two boys to have a guy's cock massaging the inside of their feet, to feel the head bumping against their toes. It was very erotic doing it that way too. Tay and Taran humped vigorously, eager for the end result. This afternoon they did not have the time for a lot of foreplay.
Before long, both teen cocks were taut and both pairs of teen balls were drawn up tight. Taran was the first to come, his cockhead at Tay's heels and shooting his boy gism along Tay's soles and against the underside of his toes. Shot after shot squirted out and between the delicate, soft feet. Taran inhaled sharply and trembled with the release that had come all too soon.
Tay was only seconds behind, and he too sprayed his lover's feet with hot boy cum, shooting it between his toes and over the insoles of his soft, beautiful feet. Tay quivered and sighed with the release, a wave of bliss passing over his body as his cock throbbed and tingled with pleasure.
Without a word, the two boys carefully slid back down and began to lick their cum from their lover's feet. Two hot tongues lapped the creamy boy shot eagerly, licking it from the ticklish soles, licking it from between toes. Each licked his own creamy juices from the other's feet and sucked it from his lover's toes--peaches and cream, boy feet and cum.
Finally sitting up, the two boys kissed tenderly, tasting the other's cum on his lips. They kissed again as they reached down and squeezed each other's limp penis, squeezing out the last reluctant drops of cum. They raised their hands and fed each other as do lovers. As Taran licked his cum from Tay's long, delicate finger, he wondered how he was going to be able to spend an hour away from him, never mind weeks or even months. Tay was having the same thoughts as he licked his cum from his lover's finger.
They lay there silently among the props and clutter of Sound Stage 4, one boy in only his black Guess T-shirt, the other with his bright red dress pulled up about his waist. The two young teenagers gazed into each other's eyes as a common thought exchanged between them. "It's not just me, you feel it too, 'cause you know I belong with you," they sang together. They drew each other close and as they kissed again, tongues slipping deep in each other's mouth, and boy feet gently rubbing against boy feet.
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction and in no way represents or implies the true sexual orientation of the characters. Home Improvement and Mark Taylor are the trademarks and owned by Walt Disney Studios. Hanson lyrics are the copyright of Jam 'N' Bread. Fans are welcome to send comments to the author, J.O. Dickingson, at authorsix@hotmail.com