Right Kind of Love

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Right Kind of Love (M/M, cons, 20)

Disclaimer: Do not read this story if you object to sexually explicit fiction, particular if it's gay. Do not read this story if you are under the legal age in your state/province to buy such material. All characters are fictional and the creation of the author's imagination. Any resemblence to any person, living or dead, is purely coincidental.

The Right Kind of Love

Brad was definitely the foxiest guy standing in the screaming sea of girls all waiting to go into the Civic Center auditorium to see the teen idol Dougie Donovan sing. In fact, he probably was the only guy that side of the stage. For the handsome twenty-year-old college junior it was his worst nightmare come true: surrounded by girls around him were screaming, babbling, giggling or crying in anticipation of the dark-haired, blue-eyed, handsome and studly singing sensation.

The house lights went down and it started, an avalanche of screams, earsplitting and vastly irritating. And that was just for the opening act, Tommy Glenn, a cute, blond singer, with a minor hit record. He danced well, Brad thought, funky moves, but didn't sing very well. It didn't matter because Brad couldn't hear very much over the screams. Maybe I should have gone downtown, he thought, or at least brought earplugs.

Tommy sang about six or seven songs, stripping off his shirt about halfway through his act. It took Brad more than a minute to realize that he was staring at Tommy's glistening, totally buffed, bare torso. He turned away and quickly glanced around to see if anyone saw him staring. Luckily, the girls surrounding him were much more focused on Tommy's body than he was. He surveyed the crowd around him and determined that he was indeed the only male this side of the stage. Tommy bopped around the stage for two more songs. He grabbed his crotch a few times, releasing a surge of squeals for the girls, and Brad licked his lips every time.

Tommy left the stage, then came back for two more songs. Then in the middle of his encore he dropped his pants, revealing his sweaty white briefs. Brad was drawn to him and made his way as best he could closer to the stage. Brad gazed at Tommy's smooth, sculpted torso, his big, well-defined pecs and his chiseled abs. Then Brad looked closely at Tommy's ample crotch, trying to see ... yes, he could see the outline of the head of his cock. Then Brad realized he was staring and looked around again. No one had noticed him staring; everyone's attention was also on the nearly bare blond singer on stage. Most of the young girls were crying and there were a few older girls who were licking their chops at the sight.

Brad went back to his seat to think about what was happening to him. He thought about his attraction to guys, to his baseball teammate Sean, to Tommy on stage, and his virtual crush on Dougie. He felt a deep need to be with another guy, holding him, touching him, kissing him. He'd never had sex with anyone, though there were a few girls at school that wanted to do it with him. He was horny enough to do it but never with a girl. But he never had the confidence to ask another guy.

Tommy left the stage amid almost unendurable screaming. Girls all over the place were sobbing hysterically at the spectacle of the eighteen-year-old singer dropping his pants. The girls returned to their seats near Brad for a brief rest.

"Lisa, I'm going to the bathroom."

"Thanks for the update," Lisa said sarcastically. "Details at eleven?" Brad made a fist and slammed it against his fist.

"One of these days, Lisa. Bang zoom!" Lisa flinched. "I'll be right back." And he trotted off.

"God, Lisa, why do you like give him such a hard time?" Tammy asked.

"Please. He's such a dork," Lisa replied.

"Get your eyes checked, Lisa," Tiffany retorted. "You need new ones. Your brother's a total hunk"

"Yeah, Lisa, he's a complete stud muffin," Marcy added. Lisa just rolled her eyes back and huffed in exasperation.

Brad made his way to the men's rest room, past the long line of girls at the women's. The men's room was deserted. Brad walked to the urinal and unzipped his pants. His cock was still half-hard because of Tommy's exhibition and as he pissed he thought of him. He finished up but didn't put his cock back into his pants. He quickly looked around to make sure no one was around. As he fondled himself, his dick grew stiff and he knew he had to relieve himself, in the other way, before he went back to the concert.

He dashed into an empty stall, dropped his pants and sat down. He spat into his palm and began stroking his stiff seven-inch cock. With his free hand, he unbuttoned his shirt and started caressing his smooth chest and stomach. He pictured Tommy stripping completely naked and jerking off on stage. Tommy's cock would be thin and pink and curve up just a little bit and its red head would look as if it would burst. He imagined Tommy caressing his sweaty body, squeezing his hard pectorals, stroking his washboard stomach, groping his round, firm, smooth ass. Brad's hand was a blur as he frigged his cock hard and fast.

He thought of Dougie joining Tommy on stage to jerk off. Dougie's body was leaner than Tommy's. Dougie's long, thick cock would rise straight out from a small patch of black pubic hair. Just thinking of Dougie like that was enough to bring him off. Brad moaned as the luscious burn overwhelmed him. His hips started to buck and his legs flexed out. He gasped loudly as he started to spurt. He shot his cum everywhere, on the stall door and walls. Some spunk landed on his belly and chest.

Brad sat still for a moment, catching his breath. He looked at the cum on his hairless chest and began rubbing it with his finger. Then he scooped up a little and jammed his fingers into his mouth. He loved the taste of fresh cum and he wished he could taste some other than his own. For just an instant, he wished someone would come into the rest room so he could suck his dick and taste his cum.

Brad cleaned himself up, wiping the remaining cum with some toilet paper and flushing it down the toilet. He fixed his clothes quickly and rushed out of the bathroom.

When he caught up with his sister and her friends, it was time for Dougie's show. The group arrived back at their seats as the lights went down and the shrieking resumed. Flash pots exploded on-stage and Dougie Donovan appeared. Dougie wore a black sport jacket over a white tank top, baggy black jeans and sneakers. Brad thought Dougie always dressed better than most teen idols.

Though he'd never admit it, Brad liked Dougie's music, sort of. Sometimes, when he was alone in his car, he'd even sing along to one of his songs on the radio. And deep down he knew that he was attracted him. He had swiped a photo of a bare-chested Dougie from his sister's collection. He even thought of Dougie when he jerked off. But a macho, star centerfielder doesn't want to be seen at a Dougie Donovan concert. The only reason he was here was that his mother promised to make it up to him "in a big way." Brad hoped it would be a new pair of skis.

"Put me on your shoulders, Brad, so I can see better."

"Give me a break, Lisa."

"Brad, please," she begged. Lisa almost never said please to anyone, much less Brad. He relented, bending over to let Lisa climb on his shoulders. They made their way forward to the stage.

Dougie danced around the stage occasionally coming to the front to reach out to the shrieking, weeping girls. Brad tried his best to resist the temptation to reach out and touch him too. Dougie reached out for Lisa's outstretched hand and saw Brad holding her on his shoulders. He smiled at Brad and their eyes locked. Brad noticed how blue Dougie's eyes were. And then it happened. It was like Dougie was singing right to him. Lisa thought he was singing to her but Brad knew better. Dougie was looking right in to his eyes, singing every word of "You Are My Dream Come True" to him. But then Brad's senses came back to him. There's no way that Dougie could be singing to him.

After Dougie finished the song he stepped into the wings for a moment, and said something to a burly man, then returned on-stage to sing "Gotta Be With You." Within a few minutes a man came up to Brad and tapped him on the shoulder. When he turned as the security guy, Brad thought he was going to tell him to get Lisa off his shoulders.

"Here!" the man told him as he slipped some laminated cards into his hand. "Find ramp seven after the show. That will take you where you need to go. These will get through security." And the man walked away.

Brad looked at the cards and saw that they said in big black letters, "BACK STAGE PASS."

"Lisa, look at this."

"Shut up, Brad," she hissed. He showed the passes to Lisa's friends and they all screamed.

Brad and the girls had to struggle through the mass of teenage girls trying to get back stage. Brad saw the security guards standing by the door in a cordoned-off area. He showed them the passes and they were escorted inside.

There were many people waiting to see Dougie. The girls were so excited they were motionless. Brad had to drag Lisa to make their way through the small crowd. He saw Tommy Glenn across the room talking with some older girls. He had his arm around one of them in a very friendly way, which disappointed Brad a little.

Finally, the big star of the night made his entrance. All attention became fixed on Dougie as he came into the room from a side door. Everyone applauded as he made his way through the crowd, shaking hands of fans, reporters and Civic Center staff.

Then Dougie saw Brad and made a bee line for the handsome young man. Dougie had seen guys as good-looking as Brad before. Brad had classic, all-American looks, sharp features with ash-blond hair and sparkling blue, almost gray, eyes, a shade lighter than Dougie's own deep black-Irish baby blues. It was obvious that Brad was an athlete with his erect posture, broad shoulders and trim physique. From the moment Dougie saw his face in the audience, something inside him told him he needed to meet this hot young guy.

Brad was standing away from the crowd, in a corner, looking a little embarrassed. Dougie came up to him quickly, startling him a bit.

"I kind of hoped you were a fan," Dougie said brightly.

"I'm not really a fan," Brad explained quickly, then realized he had just dissed his host. "I mean, my sister and her friends are really big fans. I'm their ... their chaperone"

"Oh," Dougie responded, slightly disappointed. "Well, I'm glad all of you could make it backstage."

"Thanks. You know, I do like some of your music. It's not all bad."

"Not all bad?" Dougie was semi-insulted.

"I mean, I prefer rock, like, alternative music. Nirvana, Morrissey, Erasure, that sort of stuff."

"Me too."

"Really? How come you don't do stuff like that?"

"I'd like to, but I guess my image is too established for me to change. Anyway, I bet if I did make a rock album, everybody'd laugh."

"I wouldn't. I mean you've got a really good voice. It's just your material that sucks. I mean--"

"I know what you mean," Dougie said, letting Brad off the hook. "Listen, you should here some of the stuff my producer wants me to do that I think is pure crap."

A beautiful woman approached them and whispered something in Dougie's ear. Dougie nodded and then turned to Brad.

"I'll be right back. I have to go mingle, uh..."

"Brad, Brad Conner."

He extended his hand and Dougie shook it.

"Brad. You look like a Brad."

"And you look like a Dougie."

Dougie rolled his eyes back.

"Please, call me Doug," he asked. "I hate being called Dougie."

"OK, Doug."

Doug smiled and winked at him. Brad smiled back and watched him go into the small crowd. Doug shook hands with a lot of people as he made his way through to a clutch of vibrating little girls.

Brad drank another Coke and talked with a reporter from a fan magazine, who seemed to want to get know him intimately. Brad was not interested but he came off as being very shy, which intrigued the woman even more. Doug returned just as she was going to invite him to her hotel room.

"Hey, Brad," Doug interrupted, "why don't we drive around town. You can show me all the hot spots to get babes." He winked. Brad was surprised and slightly disappointed. Babes? he thought. The woman slunk off.

"I have to drive my sister and her friends home."

"We can all go in the limo. I think they'd like that. And I can have one of my guys drive your car home."

"I guess that'd be cool."

"Great. Let me just tell Paula. She's my manager."

The girls were so stunned that they were riding in a limousine with the one and only, godlike, gorgeous Dougie Donovan that they said absolutely nothing and stared at him for the entire ride. Brad and Doug talked about football, the latest Jean-Claude Van Damme movie (they were both big fans) and the latest and hippest music.

The limo pulled in front of Brad's house. Lisa and the girls could hardly bear knowing that their fantastic night was ending. They gathered the evidence of their limo ride with their number-one fave star, an autographed program, a sweat-soaked towel, and a T-shirt. The chauffeur opened the door and the girls filed out of the back of the limo, stepping onto air.

Doug placed his hand on the small of Brad's back.

"Let's go scamming for babes," he said, loud enough for the girls to hear. Brad turned to see Doug's killer smile inviting him to stay. Brad hoped that grin meant that the only "babe" Doug had in mind was him, and he smiled back.

"Lisa," Brad called out, "I'm going to show Doug where the action is in this town. Tell Mom not to wait up for me."

Lisa and her friends stood on the lawn, stunned. Lisa could not believe someone so cool and gorgeous as Dougie Donovan wanted to spend time with her dorky older brother. Tiffany, Tammy and Marcy all wished that they could go with the boys. The chauffeur closed the door, then got in the limo and drove away.

"Do you like Bowie?" Doug asked as he sifted through a pile of compact discs. Brad nodded.

"Yeah, I like his older stuff," he replied, "Ziggy Stardust, Diamond Dogs, Hunky Dory."

Doug frowned slightly, "I have just his greatest hits."

"That's cool." Brad was nervous. He didn't know where the night would lead, and if he wanted it to end up where he hoped it would end up, in Doug's bed. Doug put the CD into the player and started it. The soft strains of a guitar opened "Space Oddity."

"It was kind of easy to spot you. I think you were the only guy in the audience."

"I sure thought I was," Brad replied, slightly embarrassed.

Doug looked Brad over. He is cute, he thought, and a really sweet guy.

"It was pretty nice of you to chaperone your sister to the concert. I know how guys our age feel about me. They think all of us teen idols are fags," he sighed, then added "but I'm sure only of one." And he pointed at himself. "I'm not trying to hit on you or anything. If you want to go, I'll understand."

"No, I want to stay," Brad replied. He took a deep breath, then smiled shyly. "I'm gay, too." Doug looked at him a little surprised, then smiled broadly.

"I must be the luckiest guy in the world."

Doug moved and sat next to Brad, putting his hand on his thigh. They looked into each other's eyes.

"I have to admit," Brad said in a low voice, "I've fantasized about doing something like this with you."

"What do we do in your fantasy?"

"Well, usually it starts off like this."

Brad leaned in and kissed Doug tenderly. Doug embraced Brad, drawing him closer to his body. He noticed how strong Brad's body was, feeling every muscle in his chest through the light fabric of his shirt. Doug needed to see his new friend's body naked, right now, and started unbuttoning his shirt.

Brad took off his shirt and started unbuttoning Doug's. Soon, they were checking out each other's lean, hard torsos.

"You're really ripped," Doug said, feeling Brad's smooth pectorals. "I bet you're a jock."

"I play baseball for State," Brad replied, "I swim, too." Brad ran his fingers along the lines of Doug's abdominal muscles. "You look like you work out, too."

"You have to in this business. Who'd go to see a flabby pop singer?"

"Genesis fans?"

Doug laughed and pulled Brad back on top of him. They kissed again, deeper this time. Brad let Doug work his tongue into his mouth. Doug worked his hands down from Brad's bare back to his tight ass.

"Oh, yeah!" Brad moaned. He reached down and unbuttoned his jeans.

"Let's get naked," Doug whispered. Brad got up and finished unbuttoning his jeans, kicking off his sneakers in the process. Doug got his pants off along with his socks, leaving his Calvin Klein briefs on. Brad wore Hanes and looked mighty sexy as he leaned back.

"Are you sure it's cool?" Brad asked, "I mean, with the driver over there?"

"Bev's cool. She's a dyke friend of my manager's. Hey, let's get back to work."

He stripped off his briefs, releasing his long, thick cock, which slapped up against his stomach. Then he knelt on the seat and pulled Brad's briefs slowly off his long, muscular legs. Brad's cock was fully hard too, curving slightly toward his navel. Doug moved up so that his cock lay on Brad's. He took them both in his hand.

"Look, we're both the same size."

Brad looked at the pair of hard cock in Doug's hand. It felt wild to feel the stud's warm tool against his own. Both their cock-helmets were swollen and purple and looked as if they'd burst. Brad studied Doug's body, and put his hands on his strong shoulders. It was like a dream to him, being here in this limo with Doug, naked, the pop superstar jerking his cock with his own.

Doug stroked their cocks slowly, his fingers barely reaching around the two thick poles. He leaned forward and kissed Brad deeply. Then he kissed his neck, moved down his chest to his nipples, taking a moment to suckle each one. He traced the outline of Brad's pecs with his tongue then followed the muscle line from his chest down to his navel. His tongue played with Brad's outie, tickling Brad a little. Then he followed to faint line of downy hair to Brad's soft pubic bush.

He took a deep breath, smelling the slight musk of Brad's groin. With his head on Brad's thigh, Doug stroked his cock, studying it closely. With his finger, he traced the large vein that ran up from his bush up to the ridge of the cockhead. He licked his lips then swallowed Brad's throbbing member all the way to the root.

"Oh man!" Brad gasped. He'd never felt anything like that on his cock before.

Doug began slowly licking up and down the shaft, tickling the head with the tip of his tongue. Brad's hips began involuntarily bucking as he came closer to cumming. Doug felt the cock start to pulse and he pulled off.

"Don't want you to cum too quickly," Doug said.

"Yeah, let's make it last," Brad replied. "Let me suck on your cock."

"You sure?" Doug asked.

Brad nodded, smiling and Doug swung his legs around so they were now in a 69 position. Doug immediately started sucking on Brad's cock again. Brad looked at Doug's cock, hanging stiffly above his face. He'd never seen another cock this close before. Doug's balls hung down loosely in their hairy sack. Brad started to lick them. Doug moaned while still sucking dick, and sent a shiver of pleasure through his groin. Brad sucked in one of his balls and rolled it around in his mouth, causing Doug to moan again. Brad wanted to see if he could take both balls in his mouth and sucked in the other one. He massaged them both with his tongue, as Doug continued working his mouth on his cock.

Brad released Doug's balls from his mouth and started licking the underside of his throbbing rod. As Brad started working on his cock, Doug took to licking and suckling Brad's balls. Both boys went at it for a while, alternating between balls and cock. They both savored the slightly salty taste of each other's pre-cum that oozed out.

Soon, they were both hot enough to make the final run to orgasm. Their heads bobbed furiously on each other's cocks in what seemed like a race to make the other cum first. Then Brad's leg muscles contracted, forcing them to stretch out. His toes curled and his cocked pulsed wildly. Doug pulled back a little, getting ready to accept the cum that started to gush into his mouth. Brad groaned loudly as he flooded Doug's mouth with his juice. The taste of Brad's cum started Doug's cock spasming and soon he released a torrent of sperm himself.

Brad relished the taste of Doug's cum. Finally, he got what he'd wished for. His love juice tasted almost like his own but it seemed sweeter. They both gingerly licked up the cum that had dribbled out of their mouths.

"Man! That was the greatest!" Brad exclaimed. Doug shifted his body and lay back on the limo seat. He fondled Brad's balls and softening cock with his foot as Brad caressed his calf.

"You are the sexiest guy I've every laid my eyes on," Doug said softly.

"Then you haven't looked in the mirror lately," Brad replied, smiling.

Doug sat up crawled back to Brad and stretched on top of him. He kissed him again. Deeper, this time, with greater passion.

"I could fall in love with a guy like you," Brad told him.

"I think I'm already there," Doug replied and kissed him again.

The limousine cruised around downtown with the pop star and the first baseman for State College lying together naked, making out passionately. Then, after about an hour, Doug was hungry, and not just for Brad's body. Doug suggested they go back to his hotel and order from room service. Brad agreed without hesitation, and Doug told Bev, the limo driver, to drive to the hotel.

Doug was staying in a large suite at the hotel. He and Brad raced for the elevators, laughing and horse-playing like two little kids. They got a stern look from the night desk clerk and a knowing one from the bellboy. They settled down, giggling, until the elevator arrived. Then Brad pushed Doug inside and kissed him as the doors closed.

They sucked face madly, their hands under each other's shirts, feeling the strength of their bodies. The elevator chimed when they had arrived at his floor. Doug took his hand and led him down they hallway to his room. Doug opened they door with his card-key and they both entered.

Doug closed the door behind them, as Brad gazed in wonder at the grand decor of the suite. He didn't think there was anything this luxurious in the entire crummy town. Doug came up behind him, putting his arms around his waist.

"Do you stay in rooms like this all the time?"

"Just in the smaller cities. A suite like this costs about the same as a regular room in a city like New York. I like your town. Everyone's so friendly and happy."

"You don't have to live here. If they knew you were gay, they'd string you up in a second."

"It's like that in my hometown," Doug sighed.

"That's why I went to State, to get away from this place."

"So you're pretty open there about being gay."

"Actually no," Brad admitted. "When you're a jock, you have to put up a big macho image, you know, loud, obnoxious, horny frat boy."

Doug laughed as he took Brad by the hand and sat him down on the sofa.

"What's so funny?"

"I was picturing you at a frat party, drinking, carrying on with some chick."

"I never really did anything with girls. I always told people that I had a girlfriend at home."

"How about guys?"

"Before you?" Brad paused, a little embarrassed. "No, I never did it with anyone."

Doug was surprised that Brad had been a virgin, too.

"I never asked another guy because I was too scared that somebody would find out I was gay. Especially when I was in high school."

"High school's tough."

"Did you ever have a boyfriend?"

"No. And truthfully, we're a bit more alike than we thought. I never had sex with anyone either."

"You're still a virgin?"

"Was a virgin, remember?"

"Oh yeah." Brad smiled. Deep down, Brad had assumed that Doug was your typical, promiscuous rock star, seducing groupies, male or female, on his tour. Brad decided against telling him that.

"So, do you want to sleep over?" Doug asked, smiling ingratiatingly.

"I'll have to ask my mommy first," Brad replied. "She told me never to sleep over with strangers."

Doug took Brad into his arms and looked him in the eyes.

"I'm not so strange, am I?"

Brad kissed him.

"I thought you were hungry."

Doug ripped off his shirt and Brad followed his lead and started undressing.

"Food can wait," he replied as his stripped off his pants and underwear, "I'm hungry for you."

Brad got his pants off and then grabbed Doug into a tight, naked embrace. They put all their pent-up passion and longing into their kiss. They rubbed their groins slowly against each other, each enjoying the feel of the other's pubic hair tickling his cock.

"Want to hit the sheets?" Doug whispered.

"Let's go."

Doug got off Brad and pulled his new lover up. He took his hand and led him to the bedroom. Doug pulled Brad with him onto the bed, then moved his hands down Brad's torso to his firm ass and squeezed them. He ran his fingers through Brad's crack, caressing his smooth skin. Brad wiggled his butt, inviting Doug to burrow farther into his ass.

When he jerked off, Brad used to put a finger or two up his asshole and sometimes found something that he could stick in there. But he was never satisfied. Now he had the chance to have seven inches of pop-star cock burrow deep into him.

"Fuck me, Doug," Brad whispered, "I want your thick cock deep in my ass."

"Excellent, man. Then you can fuck me."

"Yeah!"

Their lips slammed together in a passionate kiss as Brad humped his cock against Doug's. Then Doug broke their kiss and reached over to the nightstand and a condom packet.

"I thought you said you were a virgin," Brad asked.

"I am, but I don't have any lube and the condoms are. And it feels really sexy when you got it on. I like to jerk off with one on."

Brad smiled and took the condom packet and opened it.

"Let me put it on your big..." He placed the rubber on Doug's cockhead. "Thick..." He started slowly rolling it down the length of his cock. "Hard..." He stoked his tool to smooth out the air-bubbles from condom. "Beautiful, manly cock."

Then Brad moved up and straddled Doug's hips and took the cock in his hand. He rubbed his long up and down his ass-crack before placing the head at his virginal hole. He sat back and let the head enter him. Brad gasped. The pain was intense, like nothing he'd felt before. It hurt but he was enjoying the pain. It made him feel alive.

"You OK?" Doug asked.

"Yeah, it hurts but I'm starting to like it," Brad replied smiling.

"Just go slow, we've got all night."

Doug couldn't get over how tight Brad's asshole was. And Brad was reveling in the sensations of the dilation of his hole. Once the pain subsided, Brad lowered himself on Doug's throbbing tool more, taking the cock helmet and about an inch in his ass.

Doug wrapped his fingers around Brad's hard cock and started jerking it. Brad groaned from the feeling of his impaling and Doug masturbating him. Inch by inch Brad slowly took in Doug's hot, throbbing pole until finally, he could feel his bristly pubic hair brushing against his smooth asscheeks.

"You're in me, Doug," Brad announced.

"Feels great. Just ride me, boy."

Brad started moving his butt up and down on Doug's throbbing pole.

He tightened his sphincter with each stroke, gripping his tool and giving new sensations to Doug's hot cock. Doug kept stroking Brad's cock slowly, matching stroke for stroke with him.

Soon Brad was riding Doug hard, both of them breathing in loud gasps. Doug was close to coming and pulled Brad down onto him in tight embrace. He bucked his hips quickly, driving his cock into his stud. They kissed wildly, licking and nibbling on lips and ears and skin.  "I'm gonna shoot!" Doug moaned. "Gonna cum in your ass, boy!"

"Shoot it!" Brad responding, gasping. "Fill my ass with your juice!"

"Brad!" Doug screamed as shuddered and shot load after hot load of his creamy, slick juice into the rubber sheath in Brad's young ass. Brad groaned and his cock exploded with salvos of his warm, sticky boyjuice in between their smooth torsos.

Brad collapsed on top of Doug, their lean chests heaving.

"Man!" Doug gasped. "I've never came like that. It was so intense."

"I know what you mean. With your big cock in my ass, I thought I'd never stop shooting."

They kissed again, tenderly and lovingly. Doug caressed Brad's strong shoulders as Brad ran his fingers through Doug's silky black hair. Brad moved his hips forward a little and let Doug's semi-hard cock slip out of his ass. He turned back and pulled the sloppy condom of his dick. He held it up and saw how much spunk Doug shot into it. He dipped his finger into it and then licked the come off it.

"I love the taste of your cum."

"I like yours too," he replied as his scooped some jism from his chest and licked off his finger. "I never tasted any except my own."

Brad smiled and kissed his lover.

"Ready for the next round?" Doug asked.

"You bet. How do you want to take it?"

Doug lifted his legs and spread them high and wide. Brad laughed then reached over to the night stand and got another condom. Doug started jerking Brad's cock to stiffen it up again, which was short work. He opened it then gave the rubber to Doug. Doug unrolled the rubber as Brad had done and then gave his buddy's cock a hard squeeze causing Brad to moan.

"Let me feel this tool up my ass, boy. Split me in two!"

Brad didn't need any further invitation and scooted back and knelt in between Doug's legs. He lifted them and pushed them back, exposing Doug's tight, furry hole to him. Brad stuck his forefinger into the twitching sphincter. It was so warm and he twisted it around for a little bit, loosening the hole.

"Stick it in, baby, I'm hot for your big cock!" Doug pleaded.

Brad pulled his finger out and then lined up the throbbing helmet of his cock to the teen idol's hot hole. Doug gasped in anticipation of the invasive pain. Brad leaned in, slowly penetrating Doug's ass. He sighed deeply as the tightness of the singer's sphincter surrounded his cock. His fist was never this tight, Brad thought. He wished he had done this before but was happy that his first time was with such a gorgeous and wonderful guy as Doug.

Doug moaned again when he felt Brad's balls rub up against his ass. He was enjoying the sensations coming from his ass, pain like he'd never felt before. It was an exquisite pain that was like an electric current that zapped his entire body.

"Fuck me hard, Brad!" Doug screamed, not caring if the whole hotel heard him. He wrapped his bare legs around the athlete's hips, his feet crossing on his butt. "Slam it into me!" he ordered.

With that command, Brad started thrusting his hips and driving his cock in and out of the young man's tight asshole. He went slow at first, finding a rhythm. He started to pick up speed as Doug's hole relaxed and juiced up a little.

Doug was in such a sexual delirium that he didn't see his prick was steel-hard again and dribbling pre-cum. With each hard slam from Brad, Doug's cock slapped against his abs.

"Oh, baby," Brad moaned, "you're so tight. I love your ass, baby.

Fucking this tight ass."

Doug mumbled "Fuck me" over and over again in a delirious sex mantra. Brad intensified the speed and roughness of his thrust. Doug knew Brad was close to cumming and started jerk his cock with one hand and squeezing Brad's firm pecs with the other.

"I'm gonna shoot!" Brad grunted.

"Shoot it, baby! Cream my ass!" He frigged his cock even faster.

"I wanna come with you, baby! Make me cum with you!"

"Take it, Doug!" Brad cried out. "Gonna shoot!" He growled and shivered as his cock exploded and blasted a huge load of jock-boy jism into the pop singer's ass. Doug's asshole clamped tightly, trying squeeze all the jism out of Brad's cock. Doug's cock started spurting love juice all over his chest and face and a couple of shots hit the headboard.

Both boys collapsed in heaving, sweating, naked pile. Brad kissed Doug all over his face, licking the sweat off his cheeks and brow. Doug nipped at his ear as his clutched the jock's tight buns.

"I can't believe it," Brad whispered. "I just fucked another guy and it was the greatest."

Brad kissed Doug again before he could say anything. Both boys wished they could stay like this forever, just the two of them, naked and fucking each other's brains out.

But both of them knew that would not be so. Doug had to continue his tour and Brad had to go back to school Monday.

"I'm all covered in cum," Doug said, softly chuckling. Brad pushed himself up, their chest slightly sticking.

"Maybe we should take a shower," Brad replied.

He sat up and his fat cock, now soft, slid out of Doug's anus easily. Doug took the condom and performed the same tasting ritual Brad had done with his condom.

"Let's go, stud."

Brad got off the bed and pulled Doug up and they both walked to the bathroom. Doug flicked on the light then moved to the bathtub and turned on the water. Brad studied Doug's naked body in the full light, the fine definition in his muscles, the light dusting of hair on his strong legs and that tight perfect ass. He knew then why millions of girls screamed at the mere mention of his name. Doug was indeed an idol and he was his number-one worshipper.

Doug stood and looked over to his new friend leaning against the sink. Brad's body was like a sculpture by Michaelangelo, beautifully lean and sinewy, every muscle visible under the luster of his delicate, alabaster skin, with his beautiful and perfect cock. If Brad every became a professional ball player, he'd be a big star, Doug thought. With his all-American good looks, he'd be the idol of millions of men and boys, all of them wishing they were like him and hoping they'd grow up to be him. He realized how lucky he was to find in that sea of screaming females, one gorgeous boy.

Doug cocked his head in the direction of the shower, inviting him in. He stepped into the tub and Brad joined in right behind. Doug wet himself in the warm spray then invited Brad to do the same. As they switched places, Doug took Brad in his arms and hugged him tightly.

"Brad," he whispered, "I don't want you to think this is it, just one night. I definitely want to see you again." "I want this go on, too," Brad replied, "but..."

"But you have school and I have to finish my tour. I guess this is going to be a long-distance relationship."

Brad smiled and pulled him closer, then kissed him.

"We can figure out the details later," he said softly. "Right now this is the farthest I want to be from you." Then he kissed him.

They finished their shower and returned to bed and soon feel asleep, snuggled in each other's arms.

They awoke the next morning early, each boy with a raging hard-on.

Brad smiled at Doug, who looked even more sexy than he remembered. His hair was tousled and he had a sleepy look on his face. Brad took Doug's stiff cock in his hand and began jerking it slowly. Doug moaned softly and then took Brad's cock and started jerking it, too.

"I like starting the day with a good clean jerk-off," Brad said raspily.

"I think we should start the day with something else."

Then he threw the covers off and then shifted around so that his head was at Brad's crotch and his crotch was at Brad's. They both went down on each other at the same time and started working their hard tools.

Doug shot first, flooding Brad's mouth with his delicious boy-cream. That made Brad start to spurt and Doug quickly swallowed all of his juice. They licked each other's cock clean, neither wanting to waste a drop of their love-juice.

Brad leaned back and thought about the future, if they could really make this relationship work. Doug had his entire career to think about. If it got out that he was gay, he might be finished. And his own dream of being a major league baseball player might be clouded if everybody knew he was gay.

But he loved Doug. It was instant, from the first time their eyes met. He wanted to make a life with him and be with him forever.

And so did Doug. He, too, had fallen in love with Brad when he spotted him at the concert.

"I think we can do this, Brad."

"I want to. I mean, I don't think I could ever find another guy more perfect than you."

"Listen, I'm going to Australia right after Christmas. You'll be done with school by then, won't you?"

"Yeah."

"So why don't you come along with me?"

Brad smiled then crawled on top of Doug.

"I've always wanted to go to Australia."

"I'll call you while I'm on the road and write you every day," Doug said with a sly grin.

"Write me every day, huh? It'd be great to hear from you."

"I'm going to miss you, Brad."

"Ditto."

They kissed.

THE END.