Author's note. This story involves sex between two fourteen-year-old boys, the teen celebrities Clay Goodell and TJ Christofore of the band Take Five. It is for posting at adult sites for gay stories only. It does not reflect nor imply the sexual orientation of these two celebrities, but only the wishful thinking of the author. All lyrics used in this story are by and copyright Take Five. Comments are always welcome. J.O. Dickingson, authorsix@hotmail.com
TJ & Clay Take Five
"So, you wanna lose another game?" asked TJ with a smirk.
"Yeah, right," replied Clay, opening up another bottle of cherry coke, his fav drink.
"Well?"
"Naw," the fourteen-year-old replied. "I've had enough."
"Yeah, know whatcha mean," agreed TJ tossing the Nintendo on the bed. "You can only play so much."
The two teen singing stars stared at the room. The Rica City Hotel in Stockholm was not the fanciest of hotels, but it was the top of the tourist class at 710 SEK per night. The chairs, desk and end table were made of red oak, matching with the burgundy wallpaper and red baseboards and ceiling trim. Contrasting with the walls and furniture was the dark green carpet with a pattern of white flowers. The heavy, ceiling to floor drapes with large green leaves and burgundy flowers were open, allowing the boys a view of the city lights. At first staying in the different hotel rooms in Europe was an adventure in itself, as exciting as each city they visited, but after a while even that lost its appeal. It was Friday, November 13, their third day in Sweden and tenth week on tour, having begun in Asia on August 27th and having started their European leg of the tour on October 5th. A person can only take so much hotel living. You can also only play so many video games.
"Shit, I'm bored," grossed TJ.
Even though known to be the cheekier of the two youngest members of Take 5, the young blond would have shocked his fans and dozens of teen magazine interviewers if they had heard such language, even something as mild as the word "shit". One difference invariably touted between Take 5 and most other bands, especially the Back Street Boys and N'Sync with whom they were most frequently compared, was their clean, healthy image. These boys sported no earrings, body piercing, tattoos, or dyed hair, and you never heard any cursing.
The wholesome image was not just a promotional gimmick. The five teenagers had been raised by very traditional, and very typical parents, unlike many stars whose parents were bickering with each other, split up, or fighting over the fame and money of their successful children. That was not to say that their moms didn't see the glory of travelling around the world, and sometimes the boys complained that it was a real pain when their moms accompanied them on a trip and spoiled their fun. Nor did it mean that their dads did not see the thousands of screaming girls at each concert as good reasons to be pop stars.
"Yeah," agreed Clay. "Maybe we should have taken the guys up on the suggestion we all take in a movie."
"Naw, Tilky and Ryan wanted to go clubbing, you could tell that."
"Yeah," Clay agreed. "Don't really blame them."
"Tell me. A guy can get fed up being together twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week after awhile."
"Especially after two and a half freakin' months," agreed Clay. "Besides, it's not like we get that many free evenings."
"You miss being home?"
"Freakin' right. Don't you ever get homesick?"
"Yeah, I do. I mean it's wild being on tour and seeing all the countries most guys only get to see on TV specials, and the screaming girls "
"Especially the screaming girls."
"Yeah," grinned TJ. "Still, I miss being at home. I mean, living out of a suitcase can be a real pain."
"Yeah, know what you mean," Clay agreed. The boys stared at the city lights shining through the window. "Wonder if Ryan's making out tonight."
"Yeah, or Tilky."
The two teenage boys sat there on the bed thinking of the two oldest band members and fantasizing if they were out on the town. As they thought about girls and what it would be like to be on a date, they both felt a stirring in their pants. They might have a wholesome image and be clean-cut kids, but they were teens, with teen dreams and teen hormones. Clay shifted uncomfortably as he felt his penis begin to swell and he glanced over at TJ.
TJ was having the same problems and had at the same time glanced over at his best buddy. He and Clay had known each other way back since they were members of the Minneapolis Boys Choir along with Clay's brother Ryan. Being on tour together, they had gotten to know each other really well, especially since if their parents were not with them they roomed together, as was the case at the moment. If any of the boy's parents were with the band, they stayed in a separate room with their parents, but if it was just the boys, then normally TJ and Clay shared one room and Stevie, Ryan and Tilky a second with their tutor and the road crew taking up other rooms on the floor.
"TJ?"
"Yeah?"
"You know that interview for BIG Magazine?"
"Yeah, course."
"When you said your first kiss was when you were eleven with a girl from your school, was that true, or just for the magazine?"
"Of course it was true. You know what we've been told, tell the truth. Honest, pure, clean and innocent, that's the image we're to promote if we want to be different from the others. And if the answer doesn't reflect that, say nothing."
"And you really remember thinking it was nice."
"Yeah," TJ said with a smile as he recalled Danielle. That was a mistake. The thought made him hornier. He put his hand in his lap to hide the evidence. "Why?"
"No reason."
"If I remember, you didn't answer the question."
"No."
"Why?"
Clay looked down at the green carpet with white flowers. Everything about European hotels was so old, even the carpets. Even the new hotels were made to look old. He looked up at TJ and smiled self-consciously. "I've never been kissed."
"Never?"
"No," he said with a hint of despair in his voice. He opened his mouth to say something more, closed it, and opened it again. "Aw freak, I'm the only one."
"Hey, man, mine was no big deal. I was only eleven. It was just a peck."
"But you said you remember thinking it was nice."
"Well, yeah."
"And Ryan and Tilky both said they were eight, and Steve, freak, he was five."
"Yeah," chuckled TJ, "but what's a kiss at five? On the playground slide? That's hardly romantic. Besides, he said that was all he could remember."
"At least he has something to remember," Clay said bitterly.
"Hey, this's gotten to ya hasn't it?"
"Yeah."
"Well, interviews can be the shits sometimes."
"Yeah, I know I shouldn't feel this way," Clay said with a shrug, "but man, I do."
"Hey, there's been interviews that have bothered me too, especially when they start getting too personal."
"Yeah," Clay said with a chuckle. "Like, 'what kind of underwear do you prefer, briefs or boxers?'"
"Or those interviews where I say something dumb, and think afterward, shit, that was stupid," said TJ, trying to cheer Clay up. "Of course some questions you can't help but say something embarrassing. Like that question from My Guy Magazine, share a secret about another band member. How stupid."
"Yeah! Who was it that said Stevie loves to look at himself in the mirror, and is always looking for zits to squeeze?"
"Ryan."
"Yeah, and did Stevie ever get mad at that. Saying how people never admit things and point the finger at someone else for their own faults. For a minute I thought he was going to lose it."
"Yeah, but then he turned it around like he was joking."
"He was right about what he said though, about it being our job to look good."
"Well, you're lucky there."
"What do you mean?"
"Clay's 'a right little cutie and probably one of the politist posters we've ever met'," TJ said, quoting the interview from TV Hits Magazine only a few weeks earlier.
"Well, one of us has to be the cutie, and it sure can't be you," Clay responded with a smile.
TJ tossed a pillow and him and Clay grabbed it and tossed it back, commencing a five- minute pillow fight. Laughing and flushed with the exertion, the boys collapsed on Clay's single bed.
"Can I ask you something? No joking?" asked Clay.
"Sure."
"You ever . . . well . . . ever worry about doing stuff with girls?"
"Worry?"
"Yeah, like that you might make a fool of yourself, do it wrong or something."
"Does what wrong?"
"Well, like kiss for example. I can imagine me bending my head to kiss a girl and her bending hers and us bumping heads or something, or me slobbering all over her or something dumb."
"Never thought about it," replied TJ with a shrug. "I just imagined things would happen natural."
"Yeah, I suppose. I still wish there was someway to, you know, try it out before actually doing it."
"Like do it and if its no good back up time and do it again."
"Yeah."
"Maybe you could get a store mannikin to practice with," TJ suggested with a smile.
"Hey, they got dolls over here that you can practice more than kissing with," grinned Clay, the one member of the band that was sure to crack a joke and make the others laugh.
One thing the boys in the band had found out was how open some European countries were when it came to things that were sexual. Even at their age, Clay and TJ had noticed that. They were all pure and wholesome, but they were not angels.
"Now that is the one thing that does worry me," TJ said.
"Doing it with a doll?"
"No, stupid," TJ said, tossing him a fake punch. "Doing it."
"You mean. . . ."
"Yeah. Now that would be embarrassing, getting a chance to lose your virginity and doing it wrong."
"Thanks, as if I didn't have enough to worry about just worrying if I'd screw up my first kiss."
The boys laughed. They sat in silence, staring at the small burgundy squares in the wallpaper as they thought about their conversation.
"We could do something about the kissing part," offered TJ quietly.
"Like what?"
"Well, for kissing, you just need two pairs of lips," he said, looking up with a slight smile.
"Yeah. . . ," said Clay trying to figure out what he meant. It suddenly dawned on him and the fourteen-year-old's hazel eyes widened. "You're not suggesting. . . ."
"Why not?"
Clay was going to say, 'because I'm not gay', but realized if he did so, it would imply that TJ was gay for suggesting so, and he knew that was not the case. At least he didn't think that was the case. Freak, if it was, he'd been undressing in front of him for years! Clay suddenly was not so sure. Nor did he know how to answer TJ's question. "I guess no reason," he finally said.
"Right. It's not as if we are in love, or plan on getting it on or anything. It's just to see how it works, so to speak."
"Like where your nose is when you do it, and where you put your hands-"
"Oh, if you were a girl, I know where I would put my hands," TJ joked.
"Very funny."
"So, what do you say?"
"Sure, why not," Clay said with a shrug, although he was far from certain about this.
The two boys looked at each other, and then nervously moved closer together. Sitting there side by side on the bed, they felt foolish and awkward. Being the bolder of the two, TJ turned and bent forward. Clay did likewise in response.
"I think you're supposed to close your eyes."
"How will I be able to tell where my head is going?"
"Leave it to instinct."
Clay did. They bumped noses. Laughing, the boys tried it again. This time their lips touched for a second and they quickly pulled away as if having received an electric shock. They looked at each other.
"Think we got to do it longer."
They bent forward again, their lips meeting and touching gently. Not wanting to be the first to break away, the two boys sat there like that until they could hold their breath no longer. As they broke away, they gasped for air and then giggled. They were beginning to feel much more comfortable, and much braver.
"We're supposed to suck when we kiss," advised TJ.
Once again their lips met, and this time they sucked.
"Doesn't do anything for me," said Clay as they parted.
"Of course not, moron. It's not supposed to. We're both guys," said TJ. "We're just practising, remember?"
"Yeah, of course," Clay responded. Well, that settled the question about TJ's sexual preference, much to Clay's relief.
"Besides, even with a guy and a girl, you've got to do it lots, not just one kiss."
"Not just one kiss, hoo-hoo-hoo. Not just one kiss, uh-uh-uh-oh-yeah," sang Clay in his natural tenor, and TJ joined in with his high falsetto.
The two boys laughed, and then holding each other loosely and self-consciously, they kissed again. Deciding it was all right, they kissed again, for practice, and then again. By the sixth kiss, both boys felt a stirring between their legs. They both quickly passed it off as a natural physical response to what they were doing. After all, that was what kissing was supposed to do to you.
For a joke, and partly out of curiosity, TJ parted his lips and pressed his tongue against Clay's lips. Clay immediately opened his mouth, taking TJ's action as part of the experimentation. Besides, he was curious also. Not daring to back down and look chicken, TJ continued pushing his tongue forward. Slowly slipping his tongue into Clay's mouth, he ran it along the top of Clay's hot, moist tongue. It was a weird sensation, and not at all as disgusting as he thought it would be. Actually, it was rather erotic, and he felt his cock swell even further.
Feeling TJ's tongue sliding along his made Clay's cock spring forward also. Now that definitely did something for him. They rolled their tongues around each other, and then as TJ withdrew his, not to be outdone Clay followed, slipping his into TJ's mouth. He continued to slip it in, sliding it along the top of TJ's slippery tongue, their saliva mixing. TJ's spittle was flowing copiously and Clay felt it flooding over his tongue. The thought of withdrawing his tongue and swallowing TJ's saliva made his cock spring forward again. Unable to resist the temptation, he did it, and his cock stiffed to its full size and pressed hotly against his stomach, being restrained by his tight Calvin Klein jeans. His long tongue immediately retuned for more, and TJ did not resist.
TJ could not believe this. Clay had a long tongue, and had on numerous occasions amused the others in the band with his ability to touch his nose with the tip. This was so hot what he was doing now, and if it was so hot with him, it would be wild with a girl. The feel of his tongue in his mouth and the thought that the saliva from Clay's mouth was mixing with his had his cock hard and throbbing with excitement. TJ was very much aware that he had sprung, but it didn't bother him. That was the whole point of kissing, and like he had said earlier, it should not really make a difference whose lips were touching whose. Besides, it felt good when it was hard, so why not enjoy it?
Clay was holding TJ by the hips for support as they kissed. As their lips parted, he thought he'd try something he'd seen on television. If TJ objected, he'd just say he wanted to see what it was like. As they bent their heads forward one more time, he slid his lips along TJ's and kissed his cheek beside his mouth instead. When TJ didn't object, he kept kissing, quick, little pecks along his cheek until he reached his ear, and then he slipped his tongue into his ear and gave it a quick lick. TJ immediately pulled away with a quiver. Clay looked at him with uncertainty, ready with his excuse.
"Oh shit, that was so freaking wild," TJ gasped, his greenish-grey eyes sparkling. "What made you think of that?"
"Seen it once on TV. It's good, huh?"
"Shit yeah, sent tingles down my spine."
"Really?"
"Sure, want me to try it?"
"Sure," Clay said with a shrug, pretending not to care but desperately wanting to experience whatever TJ had also.
Holding Clay by the waist, TJ began by kissing his ear lobe and then licking it, and then the rim, sort of teasing him before slipping his tongue inside. As he felt Clay trembling, he knew he was feeling the same thing as he had felt. This was really wild! The boys continued kissing and licking, cheeks, ears, lips. . . .
The natural thing was to continue as they had seen hundreds of times on television. As TJ moved on down to Clay's neck and kissed it, Clay began to massage his butt. Now that felt good, and TJ imagined it would feel even better with Clay's hands inside his jeans.
Kissing his way back up along Clay's cheek, he kissed him on the lips one more time, and as he did so, he slipped his hands under Clay's T-shirt, figuring he could always laugh and claim it was a joke if Clay objected. Shit, his skin was so smooth and so warm! When he did not object, TJ continued to caress, starting with his sides, and then slowly working his way up along his ribs and then over his chest. At a hundred-and-fourteen pounds, he was only slightly lighter than TJ, and they were identical in height, both standing at five foot seven. Clay began to breathe heavier as TJ massaged his chest, running his fingertips over his silky smooth skin and caressing his slightly bulging pecs. As he lightly brushed against one of his nipples with the side of his hand, TJ noticed that it was hard.
Clay raised his hands from TJ's butt and began to massage his back, running his hands firmly and confidently, massaging this muscles above his T-shirt. He could hear TJ breathing deeply, and he too was gasping for breath. This was so freaking wild he could not believe it, and it felt so good getting turned on he did not want it to stop. His cock was straining in his pants for a hot jerk, and he squirmed and wiggled his butt on the bed as his dickhead itched madly in his jeans. Finally the two boys stopped their caressing, and pulling apart but still embracing, they looked at each other. Their youthful faces were flushed and their eyes sparking, their naturally red lips moist with saliva.
"This is so wild," said TJ excitedly.
"Yeah."
"I had no idea it would be so hot."
"Me neither. Guess it don't matter if the other lips belong to a guy or a girl all right. It's the kissing that does it."
"Yeah, though I would guess you'd have to like the other person."
"Yeah, of course. It wouldn't work if you found the other person disgusting."
"Or ugly."
"Right."
"So, did it, well, make you, well, you know," TJ asked, his eyes sparkling but his face flushed with embarrassment.
"Am I sprung?"
"Yeah," TJ said, blushing even more.
"Yeah, sure am. You?"
"Yeah," he beamed, glad the same had happened to Clay.
"It feels great don't it, when it's sprung."
"Oh yeah, the greatest."
"When it gets that way, do you, ah, well, you know."
"Sometimes," TJ said, knowing what he meant. "You?"
"Yeah, sometimes."
"Me too," TJ repeated.
"You do it all the way?"
"Sometimes," TJ said with a shrug, as if it wasn't anything that important.
"Me too," Clay said, and then quickly added, "not often though."
"Don't you like it?"
"Sure. I like it a lot. There's often just not much chance to, well, do it, you know."
"Yeah, being together twenty-four hours a day can be a pain sometimes."
"So, where do you do it, when you do it all the way?"
"In the can."
"Huh, me too. Not the most romantic place."
"Especially when you're really into it and Tilky pounds on the door and tells you to hurry up because he has to take a crap."
"Yeah," laughed Clay.
The two boys sat there, both having the same thoughts, both wanting to glance at the other's crotch, neither knowing how to bring up the suggestion that was on each of their minds.
"Huh, well " they both began. They stopped, laughed, waited forever for the other to speak, and tried again. "Well " They laughed again.
"I was trying to say," TJ finally managed to speak first, "we aren't sharing a room with Tilky tonight."
"Yeah, we aren't," Clay said with a smile, getting the hint, but not sure exactly what TJ had in mind.
Since Clay hadn't gotten angry, TJ decided to try the next hint. "Of course since we both do it we don't have to take turns in the can."
"You mean. . . ."
"If you want to do something about your woodie," TJ said, and then hurriedly added, "course you don't have to if you don't want to, or if you do we "
"No, I want to," Clay said quickly, afraid TJ might talk himself out of the suggestion. "Do something about it that is."
"Cool."
The boys again sat there, not sure how to proceed.
"I guess if we're going to do something, we better, before the guys come back and want to come in or something," TJ finally said.
"Yeah, we better."
TJ pulled down his fly, feeling more nervous than just before their opening number at a concert, and feeling just as pumped up too. He debated if he should just pull it out and wank, or if he should pull down his pants and underwear. Noticing Clay unsnap the snap at the top of his Calvin Kleins, TJ did likewise. The two boys stood and pushed their blue jeans down to their ankles. They were wearing coloured briefs, Clay red and TJ blue. The boys had changed clothes plenty of times, either in the dressing room where they were performing, or in the hotel room before going to eat or doing the town. Seeing each other in their underwear was not unusual, but stripping down this time was for a very different reason, and it felt totally different. Besides, each could not help notice how the other's briefs tented out. Suddenly each boy wondered just how he compared to the other, and got more than a bit apprehensive.
TJ took the lead, and Clay quickly followed before he lost his courage. The two boys nervously glanced at each other, afraid to get caught.
"Ah, screw it," Clay said. "I've never seen another guy's when its stiff, and I doubt if I'll ever have another chance. You mind if I have a good look."
"No," sighed TJ with relief. "I was thinking the same."
The two horny young boys checked each other out. They were both uncut, their foreskins still covering their knobs. To each other's relief, they looked identical in size, both about five inches long. They even seemed to have the same size balls. The only difference was in the colour of their hairs, and that Clay seemed to be hairier.
Sitting there on the pale gray bed cover side by side, the two boys reached down simultaneously and wrapped their fingers about their stiff, aching cocks. As each pulled back on the skin, unveiling their cockheads, the two curious teens again looked at each other. Even their knobs were similar in shape and colour, both being sloped sharply almost like arrowheads, and both being a slightly ruddy brown in colour.
They began to pump their fists slowly, working them up and down their stiff cocks, feeling the familiar and wonderful feeling as they stimulated their sensitive cockheads, as they slowly pumped themselves to an orgasm. They squirmed and panted as they worked their fists, watching each other, thinking of the end, and wondering what it would be like to see another's cock spurting that stuff that up until now they had only seen themselves. They watched their fists and glanced at each other, their eyes intent, their breathing growing heavier, the only sound in the room being the flapping of their fists against their crotches.
Jump up and down
Everybody's gettin' down with this sound
When the music takes you around
Let the rhythm take you off the ground, hey
(Jump Up)
"You cumming soon?" asked TJ as he panted for breath.
"Yeah, you?"
"Sure am."
"What do you do with your stuff?"
"Usually shoot it in the toilet. Shit, never thought to get some tissue or toilet paper."
"Me neither."
The thought of shooting, and of seeing the other shoot, was too much for the blond fourteen-year-old.
"Oh shit," cried out TJ as he felt it rising up his cock and he knew he could do nothing about it. He thrust out his hips as his first shot jetted out, sailing through the air and adding another white spot to the green carpet. He quivered as another three shots fired one after another, two landing on the floor and the third in his blue underwear.
Clay inhaled sharply as he too shot, his semen also flying out and striking the floor. He sighed and quivered as he came, and he glanced over at the shooting cock of his best buddy. It was freaking wild seeing another guy cumming, and it felt so great sharing the experience
The two boys lay there, quivering and trembling, their cocks with a strand of cum hanging from their slits, their hands sticky. Finally they got up and shuffled to the bathroom to get toilet paper. Squeezing the remaining cum out of their cocks, they wiped their hands and then pulling up their pants and underwear, wiped the floor.
"That was awesome," sighed TJ as the two lay back on Clay's bed.
"Totally!"
The boys opened up some soda and snacks and talked about what they had just done, and how it had felt. They talked about how they had first found out about it, how often they did it, what they thought about when they did it, everything they could think of. It was so cool being able to talk about this part of their lives with someone.
"I wonder how Cameron Diaz would feel knowing you think about her when you wank off?" Clay observed.
"Actually, now I've seen you doing it, I think I just might think about you next time."
"Yeah, I might think about you too."
"Really?"
"Yeah, that was freakin' seeing your cock shoot."
"Likewise."
"You, ah, well, still horny?"
"Sure," TJ said, which was the truth.
"Wanna do it again?"
"Sure," he said with a grin. "You wanna, well, try each other?" he suggested with a shrug, ready to back off with the slightest indication of rejection.
"Sure."
The two boys grinned happily and sighed with relief that the other had not thought the idea perverted.
"Let's pretend we're doing it with a girl, right from the kissing to the end."
"Cool."
That gave justification for what they were doing, which made the two self-conscious teens all the more comfortable with the powerful and frightening feelings they were experiencing. The two boys turned to each other and kissed. It was not long before that became Frenching and along with it disrobing each other, just as they had fantasized hundreds of times except their partner up until that moment had been a girl. The boys were hot, and pulling down each other's flies and pushing down each other's pants and underwear got them even hotter. They did not stop at the ankles this time. Removing them totally, the boys also slipped off each other's T-shirt so they were laying on the bed naked.
Clay ran his hand over TJ's butt, hoping it would feel as good as it had over his jeans. It felt even more fantastic, his butt being so soft and warm. It felt even better when TJ's hand began to massage Clay's ass also. The two teens slowly caressed each other, running their fingertips over each other's smooth boy flesh. Their lips met, softly, tenderly, touching this time in an act of love, not an act of curiosity. They savoured each kiss as their hands moved up along each other's body, gently massaging sides and back, and then moving over to gently caress each other's smooth, hairless chests. At fourteen they had both developed slight mounds of tit muscle, the muscle still baby soft and contoured, not yet developing the strength and firmness that came with maturity.
TJ slipped his tongue into Clay's mouth as he palpitated his breasts, squeezing them and releasing them. He quivered as Clay reciprocated, slipping his long tongue along his, entering his mouth and exploring along his teeth. Shit, it felt so weird having another part of a guy's body in you, and he wondered what it would be like to have his thing in a girl. For a second he wondered what it would be like to have his cock in Clay's body, and vice versa, and then quickly brushed the thought away. Shit, he wasn't that type of guy.
As Clay's tongue and his duelled in his mouth and they pressed their lips together more tightly, TJ could feel Clay's saliva flowing from his mouth into his. That was so erotic! There is no way that a girl would do that to a guy, or allow him to do it to her, he was sure. Girls were so easily grossed out, but this was not gross. If it was, then he evidently was turned on by things that were gross because his cock was swelling.
TJ pressed his body close to Clay's and he felt his warm, flaccid cock against his thigh. He also felt it growing, which made his swell even faster. He felt Clay press his legs closer, squeezing their growing cocks between their bodies. That was another thing a girl and guy could not do. Once again the thought of his cock up Clay's asshole, and Clay's up his, came to mind. This time he thought about it and enjoyed the idea for a few seconds before forcing it out of his mind. Shit, what would Clay think if he knew he'd had such a thought!
Clay could take it no longer. Slipping his hand down along TJ's chest, his fingertips rose and fell as he passed each rib. They slipped along the smooth curvature to his waist and then across to his belly button. TJ shivered and giggled as Clay's index and forefinger touched the sensitive, ticklish button. Clay quickly moved on. He did not want this to turn into a tickling match. He wanted it to continue being what it was, hot, exciting, and mysterious. This was so freaking wild being kissed and kissing, being caressed and caressing. Feeling his cock swelling and pressing against TJ's thighs, and feeling TJ's hot cock pressing against his thigh as it grew also was so hot. He was causing TJ to get stiff, and TJ was getting him horny, and most exciting of all, TJ had to be feeling and thinking the same things as he was.
His fingertips slid along TJ's smooth belly and met his hairs. They were soft and silky. He played with them for a while, twirling them in his fingers as he extracted his tongue from TJ's mouth and kissed him gently on the lips. TJ reached down and began to do the same to him. Moving on, Clay slipped his fingers along the curve of TJ's stomach and followed the crevice where his thigh joined, following it down until his fingers met TJ's hot, damp ball sac. He ran his fingers along the silky smooth hairs there, and along the warm, smooth sac. Waiting until TJ was similarly caressing his balls, Clay finally slipped his fingers about TJ's still flaccid but rapidly growing cock.
It felt so strange holding another boy's cock. He slipped his three longest fingers under it and his thumb over it and barely touching it, slid his fingers along the length. It felt so soft and rubbery, so warm and smooth. TJ's foreskin was partially retracted and he ran his fingertips past it and along the soft knob that was exposed to the sensitive opening. He eased his fingers back, touching TJ's organ ever so slightly so that the foreskin stayed in place as he ran his fingers back down over it and back down the shaft to the downy hairs.
TJ could not believe how wild it was to feel someone messing with his cock. He had done just what Clay was doing many times as he lay in bed thinking about the day and pleasuring himself before falling asleep. Having someone else's fingers doing it was totally different. Hesitantly but not without anticipation, he slipped his fingers about Clay's cock, holding it with all four fingers and his thumb as he usually did his. It had to be close to three-quarters erect. TJ tightened his fingertip grip at the base and tugged on it and shook it as he was used to doing to himself, and as he felt the soft, rubbery tube begin to lengthen and thicken in his hands he smiled and relaxed. Clay's thing was responding the same way as his, and that was so cool.
Still laying on their sides, the boys pulled apart to allow each other's arms and hands some space, and so they could look down at what was happening between their legs. It was so cool seeing their buddy's hand rubbing and tugging on their most private and most special part. It was so cool to see the contrast between Clay's dark brown hairs and TJ's light blond ones. What was especially cool was seeing your cock grow into a hard, hot boner in your buddy's hand.
Each boy lay there and concentrated on the unique feeling of having someone else beating off their meat. It was weird how the feeling in their cock was still the same but how having no control over the hand that was creating those feelings made it totally different. Equally weird was how strange it was to have your fist wrapped about a hot, hard cock and to be tugging up and down on it, but it not being your own cock. The cock you were gripping felt the same as yours, but you could not feel the pleasure rippling through it. The words from Deeper Love came to both of their minds and they hummed the words silently
Movin' closer
Wanna feel your body next to mine
All night it's so right
Hold on tight let's do it over and over again.
Each boy could feel the pleasure rippling through his cock and each knew the other was feeling the same thing, and it was great. The tingling sensation making the head itch, the gradual build up of desire until the need to shoot a load off became so great it was impossible to lay still, and the anticipation of that moment of release, it was all so familiar, but this time, so much more powerful. The boys began to breathe heavier as they felt themselves approaching that peak, and they closed their eyes and savoured the delight of approaching climax, and the delight of pleasuring their best friend.
TJ curled his body and kissed Clay's neck and Clay responded with a kiss to TJ's forehead. The boy's hands speeded up and they kissed passionately, hot breaths blowing against each other's neck and in each other's face as they kissed and nibbled on necks, cheeks and ears. Their cocks began to ache with the approaching climax and they grunted and squirmed. Hot, moist lips met and the boys sucked and separated in rapid succession and then threw their heads back as they felt their juice gush up the centre of their cocks.
Hot, juicy cum spurted out of their burning cockheads, striking each other's chests and stomachs with a rapid volley of teen cum. The boys gasped and groaned in ecstasy as their cocks throbbed out their cum, as they felt their buddy's cock throbbing in their hand. Their hot, juicy cum trickled down each other's body and flowed out of their stiff cocks and over the hand grasping it. The air was filled with its unique, musky fragrance and the boys inhaled it deeply as they released their holds on each other and lay on their backs. Their sticky fingers slipped along their thighs half way to their knees where they rested and the boys savoured the bliss of release and the eroticism of having sprayed each other's bodies. This was so much better than doing it yourself hiding away in the toilet. Both knew this was not going to be the only time.
The boys did not say anything when they awoke the next morning, but they exchanged sheepish, knowing grins. The demands of practice and performing that evening occupied their minds for the rest of the day, but had the other three boys not been similarly occupied, they might have noticed during breaks the covert glances that Clay and TJ were giving each other and the slight smiles that the two exchanged. Had they not credited being hyped up performing before several thousand screaming Swedish fans that night, the three boys might have wondered about the level of energy and wild vibes from their two youngest players. They were in fantastic spirits.
After the concert the boys were normally revved up for several hours yet, long after the fans had gone and the instruments had been packed. Even Ryan got caught up in that aspect of performing although he was usually the one who could sleep through anything, and was usually the first to head for bed. If they could, the boys wandered the town or found an all night arcade where they could play their fav game, James Bond OO7, and if none was available or they were liable to be swarmed by fans, they would go to one or the other's hotel room and play Tekken 3 or some other game on their Gameboys and talk for all hours of the night.
To the surprise of the older boys, this night Clay was the one who announced he was going to just turn in for the evening. Even more of a surprise was TJ's announcement that he was tired too. The others immediately accused the two of being up all night playing instead of resting up for their performance. The boys just smiled and glanced at each other sheepishly, which reinforced the opinion of their older friends. If the senior boys of the band knew just what form of playing the two fourteen-year-olds had been engaged in they would have been shocked.
So, while Tilky, Steve and Ryan went exploring the town, Clay and TJ headed for their room. Once the door was closed, they glanced at each other hesitantly.
"So, like, you really tired?" TJ asked tentatively.
"No," replied Clay with a slight smile. "Just didn't feel like being with the others tonight."
"Yeah, being on top of each other all the time can be a pain," said TJ. The moment he said it, another meaning of "being on top of each other" came to his mind and he blushed even though there was no way for Clay to know his thought. What he did not know, was the moment he said it Clay did think exactly that. Then another thought came to his mind. "So, maybe you want to be alone for a while. I can leave."
"No, it was just being with the other guys. You know, after practising all day, and the performance. I just wanted some quite time."
"Yeah, me too," TJ agreed.
The two sat on the bed side by side. Clay picked up the school books TJ had left on the bed and put them neatly on the desk. TJ was the messy type, which was funny since on the other hand he was always worrying about having things matching, like his shirt had to match his pants and his pants had to match his shoes and even his watch had to match his outfit. Clay himself was a typical teenager and no neatness freak, but he wasn't quite as untidy as TJ.
TJ picked up one of the teen mags they had purchased and thumbed through it. The boys glanced at each other again.
"Fans were hot tonight," observed TJ.
"Yeah, really."
"Wish we could somehow bug them, you know, and then listen to what they say after a concert."
"Like, oooh, that Clay gets me so hot my panties are just dripping with cunt juice wishing he was between my legs."
"Yeah, right," laughed TJ, except I think they'd be talking about me that way. I'm the hot one in the group.
"Yeah, right, in your dreams," laughed Clay.
"Anyway, it would be neat to be able to listen to them."
"Yeah, like if we had some gadget that we could wear that would make us invisible."
"That gadget you mentioned in that interview. The one you said you'd like to be able to wear on your wrist so you could walk through walls, into girls changing rooms in high school and stuff."
"I can't believe I really said that," Clay said.
"Or that they printed it," laughed TJ and the boys winced.
"Hey, we're so hot right now they'd print what our fav deodorant is."
"Fan mags can be so insensitive sometimes."
"Yeah."
The two boys stared at the wallpaper.
"You horny?" TJ finally dared to ask.
"Yeah," Clay said with a smile.
"Me too," said TJ.
"Wanna jack each other again?"
"Sure," TJ readily agreed, and then thinking of his earlier thought, quickly added "Unless you want to do something else."
"Well," began Clay, "I was wondering . . . "
"Yeah? I'm willing to try something different."
"You know how they say when a guy's hot for a girl, that he's hot for a piece of ass?"
"Yeah."
"You think that's possible?"
"What do you mean?"
"To fuck a person's ass."
"I guess so. Guys talk about it."
"Wanna try that?"
"Sure. Your ass is as cute as any girl's."
"Well thank you," Clay said in as high a voice as he could.
"You better stay tenor, dude," laughed TJ.
"So how do we go about this?"
"Same as last night, I guess, except we need something to make our cocks slippery so they can get up each other's butt."
"Hand lotion?"
"That should do it."
The moment the boys kissed, memories of the previous day flooded back and they immediately began to get aroused. Once again they slid their tongues into each other's mouths, once again they began to caress each other. Slowly they unbuttoned each other's shirt and removed it, and then unzipped each other's pants and pushed them down. They slowly stripped each other and caressed as they did so, running fingers over chests and thighs, over butts and stomachs.
Slowly they got erect, and they fondled each other's stiff cock. Clay opened the hand lotion and smeared it over his erect cock and then TJ rolled over on his stomach. Grasping his ass cheeks and pulling them apart, TJ wondered what this was going to be like. As he felt Clay's slippery finger tips touch his asshole his heart speeded up. Then as he felt Clay's finger press against his butthole, TJ opened his asshole and squirmed as he felt Clay insert his finger up it. Withdrawing it, Clay squeezed out more lotion and slipped his index finger in again.
Rolling over and laying on his back with his ass raised on the pillows, TJ spread his legs and his best buddy got between them. Clay pressed his cock head against TJ's hole and pushed. The two boys were breathing heavily with the excitement, and as they strained to unite their breathing grew even heavier. TJ tried to open up his asshole, and Clay tried to penetrate him. The two fourteen-year-olds grunted and inhaled sharply with their first attempt at fucking. They were about to conclude that fucking ass was a thing of fantasies and porn mags when they felt Clay's cockhead slip into TJ.
Clay could not believe it as he slowly slid his cock into TJ's hot, moist hole. It had hurt like hell wedging open his asshole and he was about to give up. Now as he felt his hard, aching bone being surrounded by hot, moist flesh, he was glad he had persevered. He slowly eased it in as far as he could, and then he slowly eased it out a few inches. This was so freaking! He slowly eased it in again, unable to believe he was actually fucking. Even more unbelievable was that he was fucking a boy, his best buddy, and that it was delightful. It was freaking wild the way his cock felt, and the way TJ was squirming and grunting with evident pleasure.
TJ could not believe what was happening to him, or the way he felt. The sensation was undescribable. He squirmed and gasped as he felt Clay working in and out of his butt. He was being fucked! He was no longer a virgin. His asshole was burning and itching and making his cock feel so desperate for a wanking it was all he could do to keep his hands away from it. He did, because he wanted to do the same to Clay as Clay was doing to him.
Clay began to speed up and from the look of pleasure on his face, TJ knew what was about to happen. This was so wild making Clay come this way! With a grunt and a push of his hips, Clay trembled and grasped TJ's hips tightly as his cum erupted. The look on his face as he shot his load was fantastic. TJ trembled with his own pleasure, unable to believe he was being filled with cum. Even more unbelievable was how good that felt. Clay finally eased his cock out and rolled over on his back.
TJ could not wait. It was his turn. He quickly greased his stiff five inches of hard flesh with the hand lotion, and Clay got into position on the pillows and spread his legs. Clay closed his eyes as he felt TJ's greasy forefinger press against his asshole and then slip into his rectum. It felt weird, and he wondered what it was going to be like to have TJ's cock up there. He did not have long to wait. TJ got in position between his legs and pressed his slippery cockhead against his anus. Clay strained to accept him. As he felt the hard, hot knob stretching apart his sphincter, he grunted and breathed deeply. Freak, this was hurting so much, yet he wanted it so desperately.
He did want it. He had found fucking TJ's ass so marvellous, he had to give his best friend the same experience. Besides, he wanted to experience what TJ had. Closing his eyes tight and biting his lower lip, he opened and closed his asshole in desperation, trying to ignore the tearing pain as TJ's cock continued to press on. It had hurt him entering TJ, but it had not been anywhere near this painful. Then, just as he was sure he could take no more, he felt TJ's cockhead slip into his rectum and his sphincter close behind it.
As TJ slowly pressed forward, easing his aching cock into Clay's hot, moist ass, he could not believe he had slipped his cock up Clay's rectum. This was something you told others to do as a joke, or that was part of a dirty story. Now it was something real. He had his cock buried up his best buddy's asshole, and it felt great! He slowly began to pump his cock in and out as Clay had done to him. He was fucking his best buddy's ass! It was so fantastic! It felt so hot, so wild, that he wished they could do it forever. It was not just the feelings that were throbbing through his cock, nor the thoughts racing through his mind, but the fact that the two of them were doing this together. This was real sex.
TJ revelled in the sensations of his first fuck, and closed his eyes in pure ecstasy. 'This is crazy,' he thought, 'I hate pushups.' What he was doing he did not hate. If this was what pushups were like, he'd be doing them every night. Soon he felt the familiar signs. Part of him wanted to stop so he could enjoy it, and part of him wanted to speed up so he could enjoy the immense pleasure at the end. The latter won and he worked his hips to and fro quickly, and the closer he got the faster he pumped his hips. And then he was coming too, filling his best buddy with his hot cream. He gasped and trembled with his release, and Clay trembled with him. The two boys were in perfect harmony, just as they were when they sang.
At that moment the two boys knew that what hey had experienced was special. They knew that when they jacked off in the future, they would be thinking of this moment. They also knew that when they needed to get off, this was going to be the preferred way. Whether this meant they were gay, or bi, did not matter. What did matter was that they were the best of friends, and they had experienced something that can only be experienced between the best of friends. Their bodies flushed with release and TJ still buried up Clay's ass, the two fourteen-year- old boys stretched forward and their lips met. The words from Deeper Love came to both of their minds.
There's no deeper love, deeper love,
Deeper love baby
Than the one I feel for you
There's no deeper love, deeper love
Deeper love baby
Every word I say is true
Trust my heart it is no lie.