Tulsa Encore
"Can't keep myself from thinking about you
It's because I love you, and I know that it's true, whoooa
I'll call it desperation, can't you see it in my eyes?
That I want to be with you until the sun falls from the sky."
As Taylor Hanson finished the repeat chorus of "A Minute Without You" he had the image of a very special person in his mind, a person he was aching to see after the performance. He glanced about the theatre even though he knew with the glaring lights he couldn't even see the audience, never mind spot him out of the thousands of fans. He prayed that he had made it to Tulsa. The brothers started in on their next number. Performing in their hometown was a major rush, and what a difference now that they were famous. The last time they had performed in Tulsa it had been in one of the smaller halls and it had been only partially filled. Now they had packed the Mabee Center, the biggest stage in Tulsa with a capacity of more than eleven thousand seats.
At the end of the concert, none of them felt like going home and relaxing with the family, even though it had been six weeks since they had left home for their European-North American tour. Their mother and father understood that. Even though they still insisted their boys follow the evangelical Christian values they had instilled in them years ago, they knew that they were now major stars and had to live their own lives too. Their boys were growing up. Besides, after a performance like they had tonight, it would take hours to come down.
Anyway, commencing with the Tulsa performance, the entire family was going to be tour bussing it for the next leg of the American tour. That meant not just mom and dad and the three boys, but their three younger sisters and kid brother besides. With five more cities added to the tour, this was going to be the last chance for the boys to be alone for a long time.
Actually, young Zac was going home and he was looking forward to spending a night in their bedroom after six weeks of sharing a hotel room with his two brothers. An entire night without them telling him to quieten down and get some sleep would be like having a holiday. Isaac, on the other hand, was on his way to a house party, with him being the featured guest of course. He was hoping there would also be a certain girl there that he had a crush on. Even if there wasn't, the seventeen-year-old knew that there would be plenty of girls for him to choose from.
Tay was heading out to meet someone special also, someone special he had met five months ago. As soon as their tour schedule had been finalized, he had made all the arrangements for this night, including booking an air flight, sending the front seat concert ticket and booking the hotel room. There had been countless nights since then that he had lain in bed and quietly stroked himself thinking of the first night they had spent together, and what this night in Tulsa would be like. His mom and dad thought he was spending the night with a friend, and he had not lied about that. He could never lie to his parents. It was just that this was not the friend they thought he was spending the night with.
They certainly would be shocked to know what he was hoping he and his special friend might be doing. The fifteen-year-old had come to terms with that himself, and it had not been easy with his upbringing and the closeness of his family, but over the past year he had seen a lot of the world, and he was not your typical fifteen-year-old boy. Being recognized no matter where you went in the world, dealing with reporters, and working with agents on albums, you matured fast. He knew that somehow there would be a way to reconcile his feelings with his beliefs. For the moment, he was satisfied to deal with his feelings and the present. In that regard, he was a typical teenager.
His parents would also be shocked at the appearance of their second youngest son. At the moment he was in a stall in the Tulsa Transit washroom removing his clothes and putting on his disguise. Now that he was famous, he couldn't go anywhere without being recognized, let alone in his hometown, and tonight he did not want anyone to know where he was going. That would be all he would need, some photog snapping his picture in a part of town where he was not supposed to be tonight. Having stripped down, he quickly slipped on the clothes he had smuggled out of the house. Making sure there was nobody in the can, he hurried to the door, and seeing nobody in the hallway, he quickly slipped out of the men's can and into the women's.
He took a quick look around. He'd never been in the women's before, and he took the opportunity to check it out. Other than the absence of urinals, he found there was not much noticeable difference. He quickly looked into the mirror and adjusted his dress so the straps of his padded bra were not showing. He quickly applied a bit of blush to his cheeks, and some cherry red lipstick to his lips. He'd observed his mother often enough to do a fair job, although he could not understand how a woman could stand the paste on her lips. He looked at the image in the bright red dress in the mirror and fluttered his long, blond eyelashes. Red was his fav colour, and the bright scarlet suited him. Actually, with his long blond hair and his fine features, he made a good looking young girl. He'd gotten the idea from some fake celebrity pics of him in drag that an irrate fan who thought he should know what was going on had sent him. Nobody was going to recognize him in this outfit. The words from "Weird" came to mind: "When you live in a cookie cutter world being different is a sin. So you don't stand out. And you don't fit in. Weird." That was exactly how he felt, and he wasn't just thinking of his disguise.
Tay walked out of the station unnoticed and caught the city transit heading to North Garnett Road. As he stared out the bus window, he felt the tension begin to rise. What if he was wrong about his special friend? What if he was wrong about himself? Suppose things did not go as he had dreamed this past month? The growing anticipation and the worries were not unlike the feeling he had just before a performance. As he watched the streets go by, he hummed the lines of "Thinking of You" without even realizing he was doing so.
"Fly with wings of an eagle
Glide along with the wind
No matter how high
I'll be thinking of you the whole time.
I'm carrying this heavy load
I don't know what to do
The only thing I know is that
I'm in love with you. Oh
Fly the wings of an eagle
No matter how high
I'll be thinkin' of you."
Arriving at the Holiday Inn, he wiped his sweaty palms nervously on his dress. It had gotten over ninety today, but it wasn't just the heat and humidity that were causing his sweat. Not once in his daydreams had he figured he would be so frightened. He wondered if this was a mistake as he entered the hotel and headed for room 217. Had it been a mistake to reserve the same room where they had their first sex together? Tay would never forget that February night for as long as he lived. By the time he reached the room, his heart was pounding so hard you'd think he'd just finished an hour performing on stage. What he was about to do was far more frightening than any show he had ever performed. Wiping his sweating palms once more on his dress, he inhaled deeply and knocked on the door.
The door opened to reveal a nervous, grinning teenager that was sweating just as badly. Taran Noah Smith's smile quickly disappeared. He couldn't hide his surprise at the sight of the blond girl standing at his door. She was beautiful, but that was not who he was expecting. A tremor of disappointment rippled through his heart.
"Hi."
"Ah, sorry, you must have . . . ah, Tay?"
"No other. You going to invite a girl in, or you going to make her stand out here in the hallway all evening?"
"Well, ah, c'mon in."
"Thanks."
"What is this?"
"A disguise. What do you think?"
"I think you're gorgeous."
"Don't get funny."
"I'm not."
"Well," said Taylor, fluttering his long eyelashes, "I think you're a hunk too."
Taran laughed as Taylor walked over to the bed and kicked off his shoes. "Shit, I don't know why women would wear such awkward shoes. My feet are killing me and I've had these high heels on for less than an hour." Taylor leaned back on the bed and looked over at Taran.
"That was a fantastic show."
"So you did manage to catch it."
"Nothing would have kept me away. You were superb!"
"Thanks."
"That was something with all those fans yelling and screaming and everything. You must feel a real buzz right now."
"Yeah, it was a real rush performing at home. It's been a long time since we performed in Tulsa."
"Really?"
"Yeah. Last time we performed here was before we became known."
"Well, you're known now."
"Yeah. If we weren't, I wouldn't need this freakin' disguise."
The two boys stood there in the awkward silence that followed. Neither really wanted to talk about the performance nor the fans or anything else. Both had only one thing on their minds, and that was the last time they were here, in this very room, in this very bed. That was, after all, why Tay had invited Taran here, and that was the only reason Taran had accepted the ticket to his performance and the booking at the hotel room. The reason for this meeting had seemed so obvious a month ago. Now they wondered just what the other was thinking.
'Perhaps he was just being kind and wanted me to see the concert,' thought Taran as he wondered how to raise the topic of sex.
'Perhaps he just thought I wanted him to see the performance,' thought Tay as he wondered how he was going to let Taran know what he wanted to do.
"So-," began Tay at the same time as Taran.
"You first," said Taran at the same time as Tay.
The boys laughed.
"Actually, what really gave me a buzz tonight was thinking of seeing you," Tay said tentatively. It was a safe comment that could mean several things.
"Really? I've been really wanting to see you again too."
That was another safe comment.
"Cool."
"You want a Mug root beer?" Taran asked, knowing it was Tay's favourite and having some on ice.
"Yeah sure, I'm still dry after all that singing."
"You must be exhausted."
"No, not really."
"Really?"
"Yeah. Performing is a rush. It takes a long time to come down afterwards."
"Hmm." Taran thought of another meaning for "coming down" and his dick twitched.
"You ever feel that way acting?"
"Yeah, when a shoot has gone particularly well."
"I like it when a shoot goes particularly well," Tay said suggestively.
"Have you had many shoots since we saw each other last?" Taran asked, picking up on the double meaning immediately.
"Oh yeah, but none as good at that night."
"Really?"
"Yeah. What about you?"
"Same here."
"Lots of shoots, or none as good as the last one here?"
"Both," Taran said with a smile.
"Well, we'll have to see if we can be as good again."
"Yeah," Taran said, stepping forward.
"Let me get out of this outfit first."
"Ununh, let me get you out of it," Taran suggested with a grin as he sat beside Taylor.
"I am going to need help," Tay said. "I'll never understand why they design dresses so they button up the back."
"That's so you need a guy to help you get undressed," Taran suggested with a leer.
He unbuttoned the dress and eased it down over Tay's smooth shoulders and upper torso. Tay stood and stepped out of it. He had put on pink lace panties and matching bra and nylons with a black garter belt. In part it was to make sure the disguise was complete. In part it was because he thought it would be sexy having Taran see him that way. Mostly, he'd been thinking about dressing up that way ever since he'd seen those fake pictures, and the idea had turned him on. That, and thinking of Taran, had been his two main jerk off fantasies lately. Unfortunately dressing up in the men's can had been risky and had not been the major turnon he had expected.
Tay ran his hands under Taran's turtleneck, raising it and running his hands over the fourteen-year-old boy's slender, smooth body. He bent down and kissed his hairless chest, and ran his tongue over Taran's nipple. Slipping the sweater off over his head, Tay turned his attention to the Hollywood jeans, unbuttoning the fly and undoing the belt buckle. As he pulled them down, he smiled to see Taran had chosen black jockey briefs. He cupped his crotch and could feel the dampness and the heat of his genitals through the cloth.
Taran reached up and after a bit of a struggle managed to unsnap Tay's bra. Removing it, he too ran his hands over the slight youth's slim, hairless chest. He squeezed his nipples gently and bent over and sucked on one. He felt it grow hard in his mouth. Taran was growing hard too. He quickly removed Tay's garter belt and nylons. His silk panties were jutting out in a manner that was very unfeminine.
"You know," said Taylor as he saw Taran looking at his crotch, "I like the feel of them."
"I like the way they make you look," Taran said sincerely.
Tay reached over and ran his hands over Taran's crotch again. They eased each other's underwear down, and then lay on the bed and kissed. The kiss was a brief one, a tentative investigation. The second was more forceful, and the third the most powerful. They caressed each other for a while and their lips met again, this time touching softly, their tongues exploring tenderly. They pressed their bodies together, their boners squeezed between them.
"You're a much better kisser than the last time we met."
"Yeah, well, I'm older now. Fifteen and four months."
"You've had a birthday since we, well, since we. . . ."
"Had a hot fuck and suck session."
"Yeah, that's one way to put it."
"You got another way?"
"No," Taran said, "That's exactly the way to put it. I've had a birthday since then too. Three months ago."
"Thought you kissed better."
The boys looked into each other's eyes. Still worried, the two used the banter to hide their true fears and feelings, but neither one was fooling the other.
"Nervous?"
"Oh yah."
"Me too."
"What would you like to do?" Taran asked huskily.
"I liked it best when you were fucking me," Tay admitted.
"Hey, I liked that the best too."
"I'd like to do it in a different position though."
"Yeah?"
"I want to do it on my back, so I can see your face when you cum."
"Cool," said Taran agreeably.
Tay lay down on his back and placed several pillows under his hips.
"Hey, you been doing this with someone else?" asked Taran.
"No, just saw a pic of two guys in this position when I was surfing the net looking for stuff," Tay said with a grin. Tay didn't mention he was looking for nude pictures of himself supposedly on the web, and for gay stories that he heard men were writing about him.
"Thank heavens for the net," said Taran with a smile.
Taran took out a tube of KY jelly he'd placed in the drawer of the stand beside the bed just in case. Opening it up, he squeezed a gob on his finger and then spreading apart Tay's cheeks, he began working it into his asshole.
"Hey, where did you learn about that stuff?"
"You're not the only one who surfs the net," Taran replied with a smile.
Smearing more of the lubricant on his stiff cock, Taran finally got into position. As he leaned forward, Tay took his bone in his hand.
"Hey, I think you've gotten bigger since we last saw each other."
"Yep, by half an inch."
"We're almost the same size now," Tay observed, his own being just over five-and-a-half inches.
"Wish it was twice as long and twice as thick so I could give you a good time."
"Hey, that would be painful. I like you just as you are dude."
Taran smiled as he lowered himself. Tay guided his knob to his door. As Taran pressed forward, Tay strained to open up to him. For the next couple minutes the boys were silent as they tried to connect. Both were new and inexperienced at this sort of thing, and all the erotic stories and all the gay pictures couldn't prepare you for the real thing. Taran was about to think he was doing something wrong, or that this position would not work, when he felt his knob begin penetrate Tay. He inhaled deeply as he pushed down and felt Tay's sphincter slip about the head of his cock.
Tay grunted with the exertion as he both tried to relax and to open up his anus. As he felt Taran's solid flesh finally begin to penetrate him, he inhaled deeply and held his breath. He felt the hot boycock slowly sink into his body until all five-and-a-half inches were snugly buried up his rectum. Taran paused and looked down at him with a wide grin, and he returned the smile. Taran bent forward slowly and Tay struggled to raise himself. Their lips met in a hot, desperate kiss. God, Tay thought, this is so fucking hot. He watched Taran's face as the teenager began to work his hips to and fro in a slow and as of yet novel rhythm. A melody played in both boys' minds: "mmmBop, ba duba dop, Ba du bop, ba duba dop, Ba du bop, ba duba dop, Ba du."
Taran smiled down at Tay as he humped his ass. He was so fucking beautiful, and it was so cool fucking his ass and being able to look into those deep blue eyes and that delicate face with the little mole on his chin and scar on his left cheek. Taran inhaled Tay's Ckbe and sighed. He worked his cock in and out slowly, wanting this pleasure to last forever. When he finally felt himself reaching that inevitable peak, he froze and tried to think of the most asexual thing he could. He thought of some of the fan letters he'd gotten from girls saying how hot they were for him. Once his passion had subsided, he resumed his fucking.
Tay had been doing the same, thinking of the screaming preteen girls at the concert that night to stop himself from cumming. If the girls only knew, he thought with a smile. He reached down and grasped his boner and began to pump it. Jerking off while a friend is fucking your ass was a way different experience than jerking off in the hotel can or the bathroom at home. He had to squeeze his throbbing boner below the knob several times to stop from cumming. It had to be perfect. They had to come together.
The two boys reached their peaks and allowed themselves to cool down a second time, but as they started up for the third time, they knew it would be brief, and that when the time came, they were not going to be able to resist going to the end. Their breath grew deeper and louder as they approached that magical moment. The two hot teens began to speed up, Taran pumping his cock in and out of Tay's asshole with a rapid, steady rhythm, and Tay pumping his hot cock in time to Taran's humping. "MmmBop, ba duba dop, Ba du bop, ba du dop, Ba du dop, ba du dop, Ba du."
If anyone had been watching, they would have been unable to tell which boy came first. Taran suddenly quivered and thrust his body forward, and Tay trembled at the same time. Both boys' breaths shuddered as they released their hot boy juices, Taran's squirting up Tay's hot, pulsating hole, and Tay's squirting out of this throbbing cock and striking his smooth, hairless chest. Hot white cumm spurted forth like fountains from the two boys and they sighed and groaned with the joy of release, and the joy of having pleased each other.
Taran at last withdrew his still stiff organ, and as Tay lowered his legs, Taran eased farther up over his body. As he lay down, their hot, hard cocks lined up side by side and were pressed between their flat stomachs. The last hot jizz was squeezed out of their boners and oozed between their bellies. Taran leaned forward, his smooth, perspiring chest pressing against Tay's and the two boys kissed. As their tongues entwined, Tay's hot semen spread between the two panting chests and pounding hearts. It was a wonderful beginning to what was going to be a long and wonderful night.
Disclaimer. This is a work of fiction and in no way represents the sexual orientation of the two stars. The lyrics of all Hanson songs are copyright Jam 'N' Bread. Taran and Tay fans are invited to send their comments to the author, J.O. Dickingson, at authorsix@hotmail.com