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Zac Hanson, Boy Slut - Part 4 Sexual Frustration
It had been a week since Zac's raunchy tryst with Jonathan Taylor Thomas in L.A., and he was back at his Tulsa home, still jacking off thinking about it. That is, jacking off whenever Taylor wasn't available to screw his lust-filled brains out. One of the best things about boinking your brother is constant proximity. Rarely a morning arose when Zac didn't wake up with the smell of Tay's cum somewhere on his body. Rarely an evening went by that didn't see the two teens excuse themselves from the dinner table to go "contemplate new riffs" in Taylor's room, the older boy slamming it into Zac's hungry hole within seconds of arrival.
"You think Ike ever wonders why we never...oh, YES.....have anything musically new to contribute," Taylor would occasionally ask while he drove his cock into Zac doggie-style.
"Oh baby, that's it," Zac would reply, utterly lost in the feeling of being filled with Taylor's long shaft. "Just shut up and fuck my pretty ass."
The music of Hanson was beyond secondary to Zac now - it was completely off his mental map. The band's soon-to-be-released second album was already a thing of the past for the drummer with the flowing blond hair and a body that seemed to get more defined with every passing day. All he could think about was sex. If he didn't fuck Taylor at least twice a day, he felt unfulfilled.
Even that much of a daily diet of dick seemed lacking whenever Zac thought back to his day with JTT. Taylor's porcelain skin and aggressive screwing style was one type of sexual nirvana, but Zac's knowing that he had serviced Jonathan's incomparable sculpted bod was enough to make him cum at least as hard while jerking off to that thought as he did while Tay was pumping him.
It was the pride of knowing that he'd gotten his dream idol off, got him off explosively and more than once, that made Zac continue to yearn for the day when he could taste more cock from outside of the family. He committed himself to the idea of sinking his sphincter down on any celebrity cock he wanted within a year. Until then, he continued to greedily feast on his brother's hot seed whenever possible, making Taylor Hanson perhaps the best sexual consolation prize anyone could ever dream up.
On this particular Friday night - 3 a.m. early Saturday morning, to be exact, Zac couldn't sleep. He was desperate for a satisfying sexual release, and Taylor had not been in Tulsa to give it to him, having traveled to New York for a special "Taylor only" episode of MTV's "FANatic." This had caused some angst around the house, especially with Ike, who did not particularly enjoy any press coverage that gave Taylor the notion of breaking away to become a successful solo act. Zac, on the other hand, had only been concerned with whether his cock could be a successful solo act for more than 24 hours: Tay would not return to Tulsa until late Saturday morning.
Zac spent the later part of the night in his room, rock music blaring from his stereo, but his earphones plugged into his TV set, where the grunts and groans of his treasured gay porno tape sprang out to offer his angry cock some comfort. By 3 a.m., Zac had been bare-ass naked and jerking on his stick for five solid hours. He had played every scene on the porn tape three times over, and left the air conditioning off on this warm September night, trying to turn himself on with extra physical exertion.
Yet he had only shot two loads, once when he thought about how jerking off just like this had led to his first time with Tay, and once when he really focused on his memories of sitting on Jon's thick meat, bouncing up and down and fondling the mass of sweaty muscles beneath him. As sizzling as those thoughts were, tonight they were barely enough for Zac to spurt his cream. He lay there now, covered in perspiration and some dried cum that he hadn't bothered to scoop up and swallow from hours before, intensely focusing on the porn again, trying to make his semi-hard cock stand at maximum attention by fisting it with all the energy his spit-drenched right hand could muster. It was no use. Zac Hanson had become spoiled with other guys' cocks. Anything short of a one-on-one dick draining marathon didn't seem to be exciting anymore.
Zac got up, toweled himself off with his worn cum rag from beneath his bed, threw on only a pair of tight-fitting white briefs, and headed downstairs in the darkened house for a drink. Everyone was always asleep by this time, but Zac still felt his cock rise ever so slightly from walking in the common areas of the house with his body on display, even if he was only showing himself off to an empty house.
The house's stairway stood next to the kitchen and dining room area on the first floor. The kitchen then emptied into the den. Zac was about the flick on the kitchen lights when he saw the glow of the Hanson's big-screen TV coming from the den. He initially heard no sound, but as he moved closer he heard a steady rustling, almost like a damp toothbrush, but sloppier-sounding. It took Zac mere seconds to realize that he had just spent most of the night making that very sound. Someone was jacking off in the den.
"Ohhhhh, man," Zac whispered underneath his breath, so low even he couldn't hear himself. He was not about to make his presence known to the jerker.
Slowly, and with an instantly reinvigorated hard-on, Zac tiptoed past the dinner table towards the open archway entrance to the den. There were no mirrors in the den, so Zac knew he only had to be quiet to enjoy the show. Nevertheless, he clung to the right side of the archway, only peering out with his head, ready to snap back if the jerker turned around.
What Zac saw almost made him cream on the spot. There was his older brother Ike, the straight one, the one Zac thought he'd never be able to see being naughty, lying on the couch, with his boxer shorts around his ankles, using both of his hands to fist away at a gorgeous, thick eleven-inch cock. The glow of the television cascaded down on Ike's satiny smooth skin, hairless save for the cutest little patch of light brown chest hair between his nipples. Drops of pre-cum sparkled at the end of Ike's flaring, bullet-shaped cockhead, his strong hands literally choking the giant stick by firmly gliding along the entire length of the shaft.
"Ohhhhhhh," Ike started softly moaning, then he suddenly picked up his head and, with perfect aim, forcefully spit a wad of saliva directly onto his drying shaft. He had a pair of long-cord earphones, quite similar to Zac's, plugged into the TV set.
The images on the screen were both unbelievably raunchy and extremely exciting to Zac, who by this time had quietly let his briefs slip to the kitchen floor while slowly jacking his own prick. Ike was watching some hetero porn, a new type called "bukkake," which Zac recognized from his forays onto the Internet. In these tapes, one woman hungrily takes on man after man, sometimes numbering in the dozens. The action is almost always oral, and ends with the woman covered from head to toe in every single drop of every single man's load. She winds up being essentially a moving mountain of jizz. The thought of being that woman always turned Zac on, and watching his older brother jerk off to her, knowing Ike would like to be one of the men she serviced, was the new kinky thought that Zac needed to really get his rocks off.
Ike was close to the edge, too. He was moaning louder now, but still not loud enough to alert the upstairs bedrooms. He watched the last few guys on the video let their cum fly. It seemed like a never ending shower of goo, and Ike loved it. He tensed up, locked his hands in place on his schlong, and then quickly jerked upwards, once, twice, three times. His stringy load erupted rapidly, landing all over his chest and smooth abs.
Zac watched and jerked in the shadows, seeing his brother's underappreciated body and delicate facial features contort with pleasure, Ike's head rocking back and forth and lips puckering in bliss as every sweet spasm rocked his body.
It was all too much for Zac. Confident in the fact that the loud porno moans being piped into Ike's ears wouldn't allow him to hear Zac, the younger teen grabbed a paper soft drink cup from the kitchen table and stuck it under his cock just as he climaxed. The cup in his left hand, his pulsating peter in his right, Zac threw his head back and let soft grunts escape, his knees weakening from the colossal power of his orgasm.
The sound of volley after volley of thick boycum striking the cup's cardboard bottom made Zac giggle in the midst of his ecstasy. As he milked the last few drops from his cock, he watched Ike smear his load into his skin, sometimes taking glancing licks of his spoogy-covered fingers. Zac didn't know if that was the type of thing a raging heterosexual hunk would do, but he wasn't about to confront Ike tonight. He had already had a mind-blowing release for one night, thank you very much. Further investigation could wait for another day.
Right now he had to get back to his room before Ike saw him. Zac quickly found the plastic lid that went with the soda cup, closed it tightly and threw it in the trash. Later, he'd sort of regretted that he didn't bring the cup back to his room to drink from, but hey, panic is panic. Zac did lick up SOME cum: the small amount that was still clinging to his cock when he brushed it clean with his hand and stuffed it back into his briefs.
Once he got back upstairs, Zac slipped under his bedspread nude and played out the unexpected exhibition over in his head a few times more. His older brother's smooth skin. The irresistibly raunchy videotape. Ike's huge cock spraying it's load beneath the glow of kinky porn. The pleasure that took over every nerve in Ike's body. And finally, Zac pictured what he himself must've looked like, standing completely nude in the family kitchen, moist with excitement, shooting his wad into a fast food cup. Zac smiled and drifted off to sleep, his cock hardening once again. He may have gone to sleep thirsty, but he was no longer hungry for thoughts to fuel his insatiable sexual appetite.
Zac Hanson, Boy Slut - Part 5 Zac's Dream
The dream began with the appearance of a white-colored area - not really a room, since there were no walls, but an open space of white, filled with a foggy, smoky haze. The haze cleared just enough for the dreaming Zac to see himself, lying naked on the middle of a heart-shaped bed, covered with a black spread and littered with what appeared to be white feathers.
Zac's appearance was cherubic in nature. His hair was freely flowing and had some extra curl to it. Oddly, around both of his wrists and ankles, he wore loose bracelets made out of the white feather material. Nothing else.
Zac seemed very comfortable with his nudity and appearance there. He began to rub his many toned curves against the bed, feeling the softness of the down and kicking some of the feathers off as he splayed his legs. He got onto his stomach for a moment and shook his bubble butt in the air, before bringing his hips down to rub his hardening cock against the soft bed. Hell, it was beyond soft. It was like he was being milked by a persistent breeze. The sensitive pleasures put Zac in a mellow mood. He moaned, picking his head up to look skyward, and the brilliance of the ceiling of white nothingness sparkled in his dark brown eyes.
He licked his lips and rubbed against the bed once more before turning over onto his back again. His dick was now fully hard and leaking pre-cum. Zac slowly jerked himself, fondling his smooth balls with his left hand. He ran the bottoms of his feet up and down against the down-covered blackness, not feeling the burn of friction, but rather the tickle of the feathers. Zac immediately knew he was going to enjoy getting off here.
But then, a clap of thunder, over as quickly as it started, ironically startled the young drummer. He picked his head up and gazed into the foggy haze ahead, saw nothing, and resumed masturbating. But then, far in the distance, he saw a quick flash, like lightning from twenty miles away, and then it happened.
People started approaching the bed, from left to right, surrounding Zac on all sides. These were not just any people: these were some of the hottest young men Zac had ever lusted over, and all their eyes were on him. Their presence was not threatening in any way, but rather the ultimate in turn-ons for the randy young Hanson. There were ten in all, each shirtless, and each wearing the same singular item of clothing: tight leather shorts, a bright, devilish red, with snap-button flies. Each hunk already had a noticeable bulge, seemingly making the top snap on each pair of shorts threaten to open on its own.
Zac gazed up at the faces in equal parts confusion and glee, trying to drink in the whole roster. And what a wonderful, varied roster it was. His brother Issac was the first teen to Zac's left, nodding a knowing nod, as if he knew Zac had seen him the night before. The contours of Ike's upper body would be forever burned in Zac's brain, and they looked particularly inviting now, on display to the horny angel.
Matt Lawrence was the next in line. Zac had just recently snuck in a few episodes of "Boy Meets World" to see Matt's dreamy muscular form develop faster than his old (uh, older) brother Joey.
Someone that surprised even Zac was to the right of Matt: Leo DiCaprio. Zac had enjoyed "Titanic," but it had been awhile since he'd fantasized about Leo. The bulge that Hollywood's golden boy was showing off right now made him more than welcome in Zac's eyes.
To the right of Leo, Devon Sawa. Zac felt he was developed quite nicely, with a similar body complexion to Tay's, and he was looking at Zac with quite an eager expression. Zac was glad the thunder had swept him in from the haze.
Down near the bottom of the bed stood the youngest two in the group: David Gallagher followed by Aaron Carter. Perhaps a little too young to give Zac the satisfaction he needed, Zac thought, but he'd be happy to show the up-and-coming blond studs a thing or two about pleasing a guy.
Next to Aaron, there was Zac's ultimate conquest, Jonathan Taylor Thomas. Jon's olive-colored skin stood out beautifully against the enveloping light. He winked at Zac and rubbed his leather-covered rocket. Oh, pinch me, Zac thought. NO, don't pinch me, he quickly corrected himself. Any disturbance of this situation would be tragic.
To the right of Jon stood Erik Von Detten. Oh, talk about gorgeous, Zac thought. The young hunk's shoulder length dark brown hair led down to a muscular chest with nicely developing pecs and strong legs, not to mention the straining area in between. Zac couldn't wait to give Erik a whirl.
Next to Erik as the circle neared completion was Bob Moffatt. Always considered by Zac to be the sexiest of the Canadian band of brothers, Bob had the physical prowess to be idolized by Zac, and yet he seemed the most uncomfortable of all ten boys with standing there, near-nude. Zac made a note to wipe all of Bob's shyness away quickly.
Rounding out the group, who else? Zac's one and only, the one he so wished wasn't halfway across the country this night, Taylor. Tay looked down on his hard brother and sized up the assembled studs with pride. Zac was glad that Tay didn't mind sharing the pleasure, and reminded himself to show him just how much when he got to pleasuring him later on.
Zac lay down as flat as he could, causing his dick to stand at an inviting ninety degree angle. He fisted himself slowly for a minute, his eyes glazing over with a rush of lust as he looked upon hypnotized faces, from boy to salivating boy. He spread his legs out again, moving his feet up to rub the bulges of Devon and Jonathan. Zac smiled and mouthed "yeah" as the two boys threw their heads back from the sensation. Zac was thrilled that both pairs of shorts were obviously packed to the breaking point with hard cock. He moved his feet further up on the two, giving David and Aaron a quick look at his gorgeous pucker, and hooked them into the tops of teen's snap flies, the right foot unsnapping Devon's shorts, the left foot removing Jon's. The shorts fell without making a sound, revealing Jon's familiar eight inches and Devon's uncut, thick six-incher to Zac and the rest of the boys.
"Nice meat," Zac said to the two, who quickly began to fist themselves. A drop of Devon's pre-cum hit the side of Zac's foot, the heat of it making the spread-eagle angel shudder with desire.
The eight others began to squirm. Everyone wanted the freedom to jerk away, but they knew who was in charge of allowing such a thing. Zac looked down at David and Aaron. The two developing teens both had spiked blonde hair, delectable twinkish bodies, and a smile from ear to ear. The three nude hunks in their immediate points of view made them all the more eager to receive Zac's attention. Zac moved his legs down to them, and again used his feet as an undressing tool. His feet lingered as the shorts fell, feeling the warmth of both boys' soft skin and rigid cocks; David's clocked in at about five thick inches, Aaron with about six thin ones.
"They're gonna be full-blown beefcake some day, huh guys?"
"Mmmmmm yeah," the chorus rang out to Zac's question. The four who were nude went to work on themselves, Devon and Jon reaching over every so often to help the two young blondes with their jerking. The six whose spears remained sheathed were rubbing themselves through the leather hard enough to burn a few holes. Zac decided it was time to step up the pace.
"Alright, guys," he said, sitting upright to get a good view. "Take 'em all off and show Zacky those fuckin' baseball bats you've got hiding in there." Again, more "Mmmmm"s and "Fuck, yeah"s rang out as everyone finally stripped down to their birthday suits and offered their tools up to Zac. Ike slapped around his eleven inches, Matt's super-thick nine-inch ramrod beautifully represented the Lawrence family honor, Leo's cock was only six inches, but stood out well from his twinkish build, Erik's seven inches were thick and covered with throbbing veins, looking very tasty to Zac, Bob's long eight inches of Canadian bacon surprised and pleased Zac, and then, of course, there was Tay, with his always dependable nine inches of proud cornfed cockmeat. Zac grabbed ahold of each of his brother's dicks, feeling their warmth and hardness, and was instantly ready to fuck like a wild animal.
"Look at you, you fuckin' studs," Zac hissed, still tugging away on Ike and Tay's poles. Everyone was helping each other out, Leo giving Matt's prick an expert jerk, Erik reaching over to wank on the alabaster smoothness of Bob's prod. "All of you ready to get a blow job?"
"YEAH!!!" Zac reveled in the overwhelming approval, and shifted, getting on his knees.
"You want my hot mouth slobbering all over your nasty pricks, huh?"
"Yeah."
"Suck you down, work you hard, and make you come all over this pretty fuckin' mouth?"
"Oh yeah..." The vocal power of the group was giving in to the powerful pleasure Zac's dirty talk was providing.
"Well, get ready. Get those cocks ready. All of you better satisfy this one," Zac said, tugging on his meat, "cause if I'm not feeling good, you won't be feeling good either. And I KNOW I can make you feel sooo fucking good."
"Suck me first, bro," Ike said as Zac turned in his direction and leaned over to start chowing down, his ass wiggling in Tay's direction.
"Well, I was GOING to, but what makes you think you're so fucking special?" Zac scooted down the bed a few inches and grabbed a quick hold of Matt's dick, giving the wet head a lick with his bossy pink tongue. "You'll just have to wait a little while longer, now" he said to his tortured older brother, and opened wide, fitting about three inches of Matt's mighty meat between his cheeks. Zac began bobbing up and down on the shaft with great speed, enjoying the musky taste of Matt's matured cock. He used his right hand to fondle Matt's hairy balls, running his left hand up onto the actor's amazingly developed chest and chiseled six-pack abs. When he had about six inches lodged in his mouth, Zac rocked his head from side to side, making Matt feel the pleasure of Zac's throat twisting around his cockhead.
"Mmmmm. Mmmmm. Mmmmm." Zac moaned happily while snacking on the very tasty shaft, churning out more and more saliva to bathe Matt's cock as it slid past his tonsils. Matt took Zac's left hand off of his chest and leaned down to suck on the fingers, covering the small but strong digits in his own spit. Zac took the hand and reached around to Matt's hairy but taut ass, prying apart the cheeks and sticking one, then two fingers into the hole of everyone's favorite campus stud.
"OH god! Do me, Zac, you hot little whore," Matt groaned as he felt his behind get pumped hard. Zac momentarily pulled his mouth off of Matt's popsicle and jerked it while he looked up at the ecstatic older teen.
"I'm a whore? Yeah, maybe, but I'm not the only one. This asshole is nice and loose. Who's been sneaking up your hershey highway, stud? Huh? WHO?"
"It's Joe," Matt shrieked. "Fuck, he's good! But he can't suck me like you."
"Fuckin' A," Zac said and hocked a wad of spit onto Matt's shaft before plunging down on it again. He kept up his furious bobbing and fingering, still fondling Matt's sack with the other hand. Matt's large hands came to rest on Zac's shoulders, steadying him while Zac sucked, his soft pink lips like greased lightning on Matt's veiny bone.
"Oh, son of a bitch! I'm cumming! I'm cumming NOW, Zac!" Zac pulled off of Matt and started fisting him.
"Ooooh yeah, cum on my face. C'mon! I want that load!"
"Here it comes! OHHHH! UGH!" Matt's cannon fired off spurt after spurt of jock jizz right on Zac's lips. It felt boiling hot to Zac, covering his chin and dripping down to his neck and the bed below.
"Mmmmmm, yes," Zac managed to utter as a few weaker strings of cum continued to slap against his lips, the strands of white stretching, then braking across his opening lips and falling into his mouth. Zac slowly removed his right middle finger from Matt's tightening ass and planted a final kiss on his softening dick before turning back to Ike.
"Are you ready to behave?"
"After watching that, I'm ready to have hot wax dripped on me," Ike said in complete sincerity, letting Zac wrap his hands around his lengthy shaft. "Just as long as you get me off half that good."
"I don't do halfsies," Zac said, Matt's cum still slowly dripping from his chin. "It's all or nothing at all. And bondage really isn't my bag. But this cock, bro, this cock'll do just fine." Zac lowered his head again, slapping his big brother's manmeat against his face for the first time. Ike loved the feel of Zac's soft skin mixed with Matt's slimy residue against his cock. He'd felt nothing yet. Zac wrapped his lips around the large cockhead, his eyes locked on Ike's. He quickly started to fist the lower part of the giant shaft - some cocks are even too long for Zac Hanson to deep throat. Zac did manage to fit about five inches down his gullet before using a new technique: sucking down hard with his upper lip while repeatedly battering the sensitive underside of his bro's prick with his tongue.
"Jesus, Zac, where'd you learn to...."
"Ahem," Taylor chimed in from across the way. He was enjoying a handjob from Bob as he caressed his little lover's sweet asscheeks and watched that one-of-a-kind mouth go to work on Ike. Everyone was enjoying the show, slowly milking themselves or each other, content with knowing their time would come.
Zac decided to stop fisting and concentrated on giving Ike some quality no-hands head. Saliva crept out of his mouth and intertwined with Matt's drying seed. Zac could feel Ike's spongy tip crashing into the back of his mouth. He widened his lips a bit and moved about a centimeter to the right. Bingo. Within seconds, he had seven inches of Ike down his throat, causing a small cough of surprise to emerge. Still, Zac handled the meat like the pro he was, gliding it in and out effortlessly, wrapping his hands around and giving Ike's smooth ass a few light slaps.
"Uhhh....Zac, I think I'm....close!" Zac again pulled off and tugged away at Ike's wet, throbbing manhood. He would've liked to stretch Ike's first man-to-man sex out a bit, but a satisfied customer is a satisfied customer.
"Two down, eight to go," Zac said triumphantly. "C'mon, Ike. Paint my face, bro! Gimme that sweet Hanson jam."
"OHH, you dirty little punk! Take this! AARGH!!!!" Ike wielded his cock like a fire hose, spraying Zac on both cheeks and his nose with six strong spurts of cum. Zac kept his eyes open the whole time, never flinching, watching and feeling the seed of his brother strike his drenched face. Zac didn't want to seriously disturb the in-progress work of art that was his upper body, but he had to taste some of Ike's cum before he lost track of whose cum was where. While stubbornly rubbing Ike's sensitive cockhead with his right hand, Zac brought his left hand to his left cheek and collected a sample of Hanson DNA, which he quickly licked up. It was getting tougher and tougher to keep his lips free enough from goo to open wide for more fun.
"Well, that was fun. You're up, Titanic," he said to Leo, who apparently did not take kindly to the nickname. Zac immediately put about an inch of Leo's cock between his lips, but before he could get a comfortable beat on all six inches, the superstar grabbed onto the back of his sucker's head and kept thrusting furiously until he'd gotten his entire cock down Zac's throat. Zac wasn't expecting a forceful DiCaprio, but that didn't mean he was against the notion. He reached back to grab ahold of Leo's tiny, bubbly ass, applying pressure and urging him to keep going balls-deep for as long as he could. Zac wiped some of Ike's cum from his nose onto Leo's pubic hair to clear up his main breathing passage, and clamped down hard on the entirety of the not-so-titanic dick. Sometimes the smaller ones offer more cocksucking options, though, and Zac was thoroughly enjoying the extended deep throating that he could never successfully pull off with Tay.
"Oh, take my load, slut! FUCK!!!"
Shit! Leo was cumming already. Zac had little experience with "minutemen" in the sack. He slowly managed to work his way out of Leo's grasp on his scalp, but by that time, he'd already swallowed half of the hunk's salty cream. It tasted more than fine, but Zac preferred to have his skin coated with tons of cum rather than his stomach. During multiple-orgasm sessions with Tay, he'd found that swallowing too much jizm in one sitting was, at least for him, too much of a good thing. He didn't want the seven remaining studs to follow Leo's lead. Leo finished shooting most of his remaining cum onto Zac's neck, his world-famous lips exhaling a sigh of relief. That load had been pent up for awhile.
"A little eager, aren't we DiCaprio?"
"It's your mouth that's eager."
"I'll bet. Didn't your party friends ever teach you some control with where you drain that thing?"
"Sure did," Leo said, slapping his softening dick against Zac's chin once more. "I hit MY target."
"One cocky cock, you are," Zac shot back. "Nothing wrong with that. OK, Dev," he said smokily as he crawled over to Devon, fully returning to the role of in-control cocksucker, splattered with plenty but ready for more. "Let's rock."
"Here's your rock, pussy boy," coaxed Devon, slowly jacking his uncut cock until Zac's lips were an inch away. Zac paused, lost in thought. He'd never tasted foreskin before, but man, he was ready now. Zac took a few slow jerks on the thick stick, marveling at the head's appearing and disappearing beneath a hood of skin, hard throbbing muscle, engorged with a rush of blood. Zac held the skin back and licked all over Devon's entire cockhead. He took his hands away and left his lips around half of the head, gently suckling on the slit while Dev's foreskin snapped back to rest on Zac's wet upper lip. Zac drove his tongue underneath the bottom flap of skin, merciless with his teasing licks, causing Devon's knees to buckle.
"Jesus, suck that cock," he urged Zac, and Zac responded, bobbing down hard like he had with Matt, making a new musical composition of slurps as he went along. The extra skin felt odd in his mouth, but he used it to make Dev go nuts, repeatedly making swallowing motions that moved the skin back and forth while inside his mouth. Devon's ass was the flabbiest Zac had handled thus far, but he enjoyed grabbing handfuls of the bountiful assflesh and spreading the cheeks open, letting Dev's cherry feel the light breeze. Zac loved the ambiguous setting for this suckfest - not quite outdoors, not quite in. He used to fantasize about laying nude in an Oklahoma cornfield near sundown, letting the gentle evening wind electrify his bare skin. Here, in this foggy netherworld of sex, Zac felt that sensation.
"It's time!" Devon shouted, his voice shaking as Zac-induced bliss coursed through his body. Zac pulled off and jerked the blond hunk hard as he came, making sure none of the white hot cream got caught up in his pretty little hood. Zac went wild as Dev erupted, aiming some of the jizz ropes at his sweaty mop of hair, aiming the rest at his chest, groaning as the seed hit his nipples. He bent over to taste the spent rod a few more times, Devon continuing to shudder as Zac rubbed the load all over his chest, a white froth covering his bronze skin.
Zac was at the height of his sexual delirium now, moving on to the young David and Aaron, eager for more cock, as much as he could take. His face seemed even more natural when covered with cum, wet and dried, thick and watery, some in his hair, some on his long neck and muscular shoulders. He needed more.
"Come here, both of you," he beckoned with a middle finger to David and Aaron. "Stand real close." The two boys braced each other for balance and stood pressed tightly against each other, their inviting young cocks almost touching each other and pointing right at Zac.
"Two fuckin' gorgeous little boybabes," Zac muttered as he jerked on each cock, "and you're all mine." He licked up the entire underside of David's shaft, then did the same for Aaron, making David moan and Aaron giggle, both cocks basting his tongue in tangy pre-cum.
"Here goes nothing," Zac said to himself. He pulled the two teens in as tight as possible and with his lips open to their absolute widest, he attempted to fit both cockheads in his mouth at once. David's thickness caused his first couple of tries to fail, but Zac was never a quitter when it came to sucking dick. He eventually felt the corner of his mouth slide around David's bumpy ridge, and bingo: two cocks at once. With Aaron's first couple of inches tucked neatly away in his left cheek, Zac gave David more direct access to his throat, getting about three inches in, feeling the end of the meat pipe slap against his right tonsil. He used to hands to carefully fondle every last millimeter of shaft that he couldn't swallow, rubbing the two cocks up against each other whenever he could. The two boys were in ecstasy, David leaning over to stick his tongue down Aaron's surprised throat. The simultaneous feeling of Zac's moist mouth and the young Carter brother's burning hot prick against his made David lose control.
"Oh, baby, suck my big boy cock! Eat it, drummer boy!"
"Mmmmmm arggggghh," Zac gurgled, having slight trouble keeping both dicks pumping past his hungry lips, but comfortable enough to run his hands over the boys' slim, lithe bodies, finding muscles not soft but not yet chiseled. Zac worked each hand into the boys' behinds, finding their rear passages to be even tighter than your typical virgin, probably thanks to how compactly the two were standing so Zac could suck both of them off. He found it interesting and inexplicable that Dave's boy pussy felt like it was on fire, while Aaron's rectum was lukewarm. They were both heavenly to finger, though. Zac was, for the first time in his life, tasting the meaty essence of teens his own age, if not slightly younger. He liked being the experienced one in every single aspect. He sucked the two greedily, giving Aaron's slim schlong a little more attention now, pushing David into his bulging jowl while letting Aaron plug his throat, swallowing almost all of the young singer's six inches. With every unique movement of his facial muscles, dried cum cracked across Zac's cheeks. He cinched his arms tightly around the two young suckees and tried his best to bob down on both with equal furor. It did the trick.
"YES!!!" Aaron started bucking wildly. "Zac! AC's shooting! AC's shooting in your hot mouth!"
"No, AC isn't," Zac said, momentarily spitting both tools out. He sort of wanted to swallow it all, but he was determined to keep the cum shower going.
"I'm jizzin' too, mother fucker," David screamed from his gut as Aaron's little cock let loose it's first blast against Zac's forehead. Zac moaned endlessly, wanking away on the climaxing dongs, feeling Aaron's three strong doses of steaming goo flow down over his eyes, and enjoying David's load, fired with the power of a hailstorm, five or six spurts slapping Zac on the right side of his chin and neck. His face was almost unrecognizable now. Only Zac's incomparable need for sex crept out from behind his mask of cum, letting those present know exactly who he was. He gently sucked the two cocks into his mouth once more as they softened, Aaron and David groaning and frenching each other, wracked with the best orgasms of their short lives. After a minute, Zac cleared away the small amount of Aaron's sauce that was covering his eyes with the back of his hand, licking it up instantaneously. He moved on, looking up at the owner of the next cock with a cum-dripping smile.
"You can go on to the guys who haven't had you yet," JTT offered. "You're hard to pass up, but I can take care of myself. Really." He fisted his meat to let Zac know exactly HOW he would go about doing that.
"Shut the fuck up," Zac said, winking before bobbing down on his idol's prick with a force that proved his devotion. It was a virtual "how to" demonstration of no-hands head, Zac calling up more saliva from deep within, the spit on Jon's drenched cock running down onto his tense ballsac. The filthy angel's hands ran all over the body he'd sold his soul to, roughly rubbing Jon's strong pecs for at least two or three minutes before moving around to his tight, bubbly asscheeks. Zac proceeded to slap them. Hard. The clarity of the smacks let the whole room know who had the most toned glute muscles in the room. You could bounce a check off those cheeks. With six new cocks in the history books, Jon was still Zac's favorite fuck partner. He couldn't have just passed him by, so he gave him something he would never normally give in a one-on-one romp: unbridled intensity. Zac wasn't trying to hold off the inevitable this time around.
"Oh, lover, here it comes," Jon warned softly. "Take my cum, Zac. God, I love it."
"I love it more," Zac shouted as he worked Jon's hammer over in his right hand. "I love it more," he repeated. Softly. Sincerely.
He pointed Jon's rockets of yummy scum right above his upper lip. Nine consistent ropes hit the softly moaning Zac, once again covering his mouth and chin, running down to his chest and abs, which were becoming quite crowed with runaway sperm themselves. His arms had often gotten in the line of fire, the feathers in his feather bracelets now stuck together with drying spoogie. Zac licked some of Jon's load off of his lips and rubbed some of the cum from his chest onto his own cock, which had gone largely untouched underneath his leaning ass in the middle of the bed. Zac was nothing less than a sex machine, his ass and cock resembling the hinge of a counterclockwise watch as he moved on his knees from stud to cum-filled teen stud. None of those who had already gotten their cumupance had left, getting stiff again watching the Tulsa tornado go to work.
Zac moved over to Erik. The ripped young actor had an intense look in his eyes, was already covered in sweat, and was jerking wildly on his own cock. Zac couldn't believe it! He knew what was next! Damn, and he'd really been looking forward to this one! He lowered his lips to Erik's granite shaft and tried to give him at least some oral satisfaction before the gas main blew. He ran his tongue along the first few inches of the throbbing, veiny cock, hoping Erik would calm down now that he was in another's expert care. Not this time.
"OHHHHH Zac, you're too fuckin' hot! I'm sorry!" Erik yelled as he thrashed about.
"That's OKaaaaabblegrgh" Erik's juice shot out fast and furious against Zac's tongue, solid white against hot pink. Zac swallowed a couple of ropes before removing the dick and sitting up to kiss Erik throughout his climax, the rest of his cum making a mess all over Zac's abs and crotch. Zac hadn't kissed any of the guys until now. He was crazy for the feeling of Erik's tongue darting over and under his, the taste of a fresh load intermingling on both of their taste buds.
Zac was about to turn shy Bob into a cock addict when he felt something unexpected probing his butt: Matt's finger. His ass had come full circle, and apparently so had Matt's horniness.
"Feels good up there, muscle man, but it's a little dry." Matt reached underneath to Zac's cock, scooping up some of Erik's seed, and began to work his meaty index finger back into Zac's bung hole. "Mmmmmm, that's better. Bob Moffatt. You ready?"
"Uh huh," the boy said softly as Zac lowered his face to begin again.
"No. I asked you...." Zac interrupted himself with a quick suck on Bob's rock hard cockhead. So delicious. "...are you READY?"
"Yes." Zac wasn't convinced, and Matt's assplay was making him demanding again. He hocked a wad of spit onto Bob's glans and swished his mouth back and forth over the tip for ten merciless seconds. Bob had to take a step back to keep from falling.
"READY?!?!"
"YES!!!! SUCK MY COCK ALREADY, BITCH," Bob responded now, slapping his rod hard up against Zac's cheek. His mentor laughed.
"That's much.........much.........better " And so it went, a suck summit of two boybands, Zac taking a tight 45-degree hold on Bob's big boycock with the left hand, fondling his smooth sweaty balls with the right, and riding his mouth up and down the length of it as if Bob's dick were some kind of mechanical bull that Zac refused to let buck him away.
"You want more back here?" Matt asked, causing Zac to turn around and see that the hunk had lined up his big nine inches with Zac's hole, and was more than ready to go.
"What do you think, moron? Hung like a horse but shit for brains. Hell, yes! Pump that prick into me until I scream!" Matt did as he was told, every muscle in his body rippling as he placed one knee on the bed and used both hands to pry Zac's ass open. Matt's cock was so stiff that it wasn't going in any direction but forward. Zac looked on while fisting Bob as Matt slowly got the giant head inside. Three more inches sank inside Zac's bowels, and had Matt groaning and Zac screaming.
"OH FUCK! That's the THICKEST sausage I've ever had inside me! Oh, ride me cowboy, please!" He went back to slobbering on Bob's knob as Matt began slowly thrusting his sword into Zac's tight but accommodating manhole. With every inch, there was just enough give from Zac's anus, the walls of his passageway fitting Matt like a glove until finally, he had somehow fit the whole prick inside the slut of honor. "OH! Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck meeeeeeee!"
Zac started to realize he was neglecting Bob, but the patient singer with the long black mane just smiled and waited for his sucker's senses to return. When they did, look out! Zac started a rapid pattern: lick the length of the shaft, jerk it three times, deep throat it, pop off it, and repeat. He was getting his hardest workout of the day. Long strands of spit trailed from the corners of his mouth as he blew Bob with all his skill, and beads of sweat began to break out all over and liquify some dried cum as Matt started ramming into him harder, his heavy balls slapping against the full golden heiny, sometimes striking Zac's own swaying nuts, causing a collision of both pleasure and pain.
"I'm gonna blow my wad, Zac," Matt groaned. "Where do you want it?"
"Ahhhhhhhh, up my ass," Zac demanded. "I want that hot boiling fuckcream up my ass."
"It's yours! OH! AH! OHHH!!" Matt buried his gigantic prick as far as he could inside Zac and shifted his meat up and down and from side to side as he came. Zac kept sucking as he felt the searing cream coat his insides.
"Fuck, I'm cumming," Bob screamed.
"Shit, me too!!" Zac said. "Catch my load, Matt. Milk it out of me!"
Matt pulled out of Zac's ass fast enough to make him shriek, slapping his twice-spent meat against Zac's crack before quickly lying on his back under Zac's climaxing rod. He managed to fit virtually all of it down his warm throat before Zac came.
"AHHHHHHHHHHH!!!! YESSSSSS!!! YES!! Swallow it!! Suck my slutty drumstick clean!" Zac clamped his lips down on Bob's spasming dick while he himself came like a fountain in Matt Lawrence's mouth. He felt spurt after violent spurt of thick jizm launch from his tip onto Matt's tongue. Zac was so overcome with pleasure that he thought he would pass out. He took even more of Bob's prick down his throat, not even NOTICING that Bob was screaming and shooting his wad. Zac hardly had the energy to swallow, but he did eat most of Bob's cum, the rest of which flooded from Zac's lips onto the bed below. Matt lightly sucked on Zac's ultra-sensitive dick before letting it slip from his satisfied mouth. Zac took a few moments to regain his strength, eventually spitting out Bob's cock and laying down in the center of the bed, beckoning to his two brothers with his weakened fingers.
Ike knelt on the right side of Zac's head, Tay on the left. Zac slowly jacked his siblings off, mustering enough energy to give Tay's mushroom head a few small licks, sort of an apology for not being able to go full throttle on him this time around. The other eight studs fisted themselves as they gazed down upon Zac, the literally dirty angel. He had cum from nine different cocksmen covering his body. Most of it was caked on his cheeks, but some found refuge on his chest, arms and crotch. Devon Sawa suddenly decided that the picture was not quite complete, and so he hastily shot off a weak second load onto Zac's right foot, rubbing it into the human suck machine's lower leg. Now he was plastered from head to toe.
"Fucking cum for me, you two," he said, jerking Ike and Tay just a little harder. "Give your little bro just a little more cream. Please, give it to me." The two brothers groaned from the excitement of Zac looking up at them, so cute, so insatiable, wanting their loads. They busted their nuts at exactly the same time, Ike's jizz flying across Zac's nose, Taylor's landing right on his mouth. Fifteen combined spurts later, Zac Hanson's face was again completely covered in his brothers' and bandmates' sperm, the sperm of others still adorning him. He smiled with immense pride in the ultimate orgy that he had engineered, and ran his brothers' shriveling sticks across his eternally soft, eternally wanting lips.
"Zac? Zac? Wake up, Zac!"
Zac slowly opened his eyes, instinctively raising his arm to check his watch. Holy christ. 2 p.m. Thank god it was Saturday. And he was back in Tulsa. And there was Tay.
"Hey, bro," he said, reaching up for a good morning...er...good afternoon french kiss. "Do I have a story to tell YOU." He pulled his covers off, revealing what he had forgotten. He was buck naked. And he had shot off on his sheets.
"Oooooooh, tell you what," Taylor said, getting on his knees to examine the remnants of Zac's wild night. "Why don't you let my mouth do some talking first?" As Tay's soft, knowing lips closed around Zac's hardening cock, he decided that, OK, maybe the story could wait.
THE END
Whew! I'm exhausted! An eleven person orgy can take a lot out of a writer. What did you guys think? I know it's rare that an ambitious story like this succeeds in getting you off - which is always my goal - but I had to try. Feedback, guys! I'm waiting. :) xxxidolatry@hotmail.com Thanks.