This story is inspired not only by two cute boys but recent rumors that Jesse McCartney of Dream Street came out as gay over last Christmas resulting in their management trying to decide to either kick him out or shut down the group. I have no idea if there is any basis in fact in this rumor. Nor do I have a clue as to the sexual orientation of his band mate Matt Ballinger.
The story is a work of fiction. All trademarks belong to WWF, Dream Street or whoever. It contains scenes of two boys having sex so if that's not to your liking, illegal in your neck of the woods or get you an ass whipping if you're caught then stop.
Otherwise enjoy. All comments to sidg0714@cs.com.
The Dream Street Two
Jesse McCartney sat watching WWF Raw while waiting for the concert to end. Dream Street was opening for Aaron Carter and while they're set had ended a while ago they sang one song with the so called little prince of pop in his first encore. He was annoyed their managers made him cut back on his acting career while the group's career was going nowhere fast.
On the other hand he knew he was lucky to still be in the group. Management wanted to have him quit on the spot but his fellow band members stood behind him when he'd come out to everybody over their Christmas break. But he'd been forced to agree not to come out to their fans. What would all those little girls think if one of their sweethearts was gay after all? Also that long distance romance with Tyler in Toronto would have to remain long distance, even on breaks.
Jesse wiped the tears away from his eyes carefully and tried concentrating on the wrestling. Jeff Hardy was wrestling Maven and seeing the two topless young hunks got his fifteen-year-old cock hardening. His mind went blank as the two wrestlers went back and forth in and out of the ring and JR and the King nonsense faded out.
"What you watching?"
Jesse turned and slowly focused on the door. It was Matt Ballinger, the other blond in Dream Street and the one who'd really remained closest to him since his announcement.
"Hi Matt, wrestling. Maven and Jeff Hardy."
"Two young buff guys putting their hands over each other, how gay," Matt said and chuckled.
"Unlike football and basketball where they're constantly feeling each others' butts," Jesse replied and laughed. "Have a seat."
Matt nodded and stretched out on the other couch in the room. Jesse looked over at his friend. Like himself Matt was wearing Aaron Carter brand loose shorts and a Dream Street brand tank top. They'd all been given the same oversize shirts so the gay boy could see a good bit of Matt's silky smooth skin.
"Jesse," Matt said in a flat neutral tone.
"Sorry," Jesse replied, knowing he'd been caught.
He turned his eyes back to the screen just in time to see Undertaker taking Maven for the Last Ride and then plop a semi-conscious Jeff Hardy on top of him. The ref groggily turned over and counted Maven out before collapsing again. The camera turned to Undertaker smiling outside the ring as his theme song played.
"Do you think they'll ever use one of our songs as a wrestler's theme?" Matt said.
"I say yeah," Jesse said using the name of one of their songs.
"Who?"
"Have to be one of the younger lightweights with a fresh appeal. Go after the younger audience not so much into metal."
"That guy with the worm?"
"No, not clean cut enough."
"Then who? One of the Divas? I can see Trish coming out and mouthing the words as she grinds and shows those fake boobs."
"Maybe, or how about a new young wrestler. Teenaged good looks and a deceivingly strong body."
"You? You couldn't fight your way out of a paper bag even if the fight was fixed."
"Oh yeah!"
"Yeah, and I'll prove it."
With that Matt leapt from his couch and landed on top of Jesse. Jesse moaned both at the impact and the fact that Matt's crotch had landed on top of his own. The older boy's soft package felt nice against his own.
"See, got you pinned already," Matt said.
Jesse smiled and rolled off the couch and both boys fell on the floor. Matt moaned as he hit the floor but didn't let go. He'd started it and he'd never hear the end of it if he backed out now.
Jesse stood, dragging Matt with him and tried to pick his friend up but Matt twisted away and tried his own move. They kept going back and forth for five minutes. Nothing that could hurt each other, or at least leave a visible mark
Finally out of breath Matt held Jesse down. "One, Two, what the fuck are you doing? Get your queer hand out of their now!"
Jesse pulled his hand out of the bottom of Matt's shorts. Losing control he'd slipped it up when Matt had pinned him. The smell of the boy's sweat, the cock pressing into his stomach, the sight of the smooth skin had been too much.
Matt sat up but didn't get off. Instead he slapped Jesse. "How could you, I thought you respected me, liked me more than that," Matt said and slapped the other side of Jesse's face.
Through tears Jesse tried to apologize, explain. He tried grabbing Matt's hand but the boy punched him in the stomach. Jesse screamed and gasped for breath.
Matt got up and kicked Jesse over onto his stomach and walked to the door.
"Matt, don't go. I'm sorry, really really sorry. You just felt so good on top of me and I couldn't stop myself."
"I felt good on top of you? You'll see how good I feel on top of you," Matt said and locked the door.
On the way back to where Jesse lay crying he stripped off his shirt and shorts. He felt a part of him saying to stop, to forgive, understand but Matt was too angry to listen to it. He'd stuck up for Jesse when the other group members had doubts and then led them against their managers. Even now none of the others would have come in here by themselves, been alone with Jesse.
He bent down and ripped Jesse's shorts off and kicked his legs apart.
"You're going to get what you want on your way down queer street. Take a look and see what I'm going to shove up your sorry ass."
Jesse turned his head, his eyes widened as his draw dropped. Matt's boy cock had turned into seven thick inches of man meat. Fear and lust fought for control.
Lust won.
"Fuck me Matt, take that cock and fuck my virgin ass."
"Beg."
"Matt please, please fuck my ass. Take my cherry for hurting you, breaking my word. Fuck me with that monster cock."
"Say please."
"Please fuck me Matt," Jesse said between sobs. He so wanted this but was scared. What would it mean? Would Matt ever forgive him?
As he put his cock at Jesse's hole Matt's anger started to subside. For a second he thought about stopping but two thoughts hit as his head entered Jesse's ass.
The first was stopping would hurt Jesse more than doing it would. He knew he'd hurt his friend more than enough with his slaps and words.
The second scared him as his cock penetrated Jesse's sphincter.
He wanted this, wanted to fuck Jesse, fuck his friend.
"Oh shit, oh shit it hurts, feels so good, oh yeah," Jesse's shouts brought Matt out of his thoughts.
"You sure Jester?" Matt said as his trimmed bush brushed against Jesse's smooth ass.
Jesse nodded, "you're all the way in, I can feel it. Feels so good, so much better than I ever imagined it. Sorry it was this way but so glad it was you Matt. Now fuck me, fuck me hard."
Matt pulled halfway out and then slowly back in, then leaned against Jesse's back and kissed the base of his neck.
"This is the way it had to be Jess, would never have been able to do it otherwise. And it feels so good now, your ass is so hot, gripping me."
"You fill me, now get going before they come for us."
Matt started stroking; he knew it wouldn't take long for him to cum. He tried to go slowly but as he felt his cock expand and Jesse's ass muscles flex around his throbbing cock his lust drove him to harder and faster fucking.
Jesse could do nothing but brace himself and moan as he felt his own cock grow to six inches and begin to leak as Matt's rod rubbed against his prostate gland.
Matt reached around and took hold of Jesse's balls and caressed them. Realized that they'd been waxed. Moved his hand around and realized that his friend was completely smooth down there.
"I'm getting close, fuck, oh yeah, oh hell yeah," Matt finished off with a cry as he unloaded into Jesse's chute. He kept pounding till he knew he was empty and his sensitive cockhead told him to stop.
He pulled out and turned Jesse over. The boy had a huge smile on his face and a hard cock between his legs. Matt took hold of it and began stroking it slowly.
Jesse looked up into Matt's eyes with a huge smile. "I never ever imagined it would feel so good. Have you inside me, your hand on my cock. If I have to leave the band now it'll have been worth it. Before Jesse could say anything else Matt leaned down and put kissed him. Jesse opened his lips and their tongues met. He felt Jesse's cock throbbing harder and faster and sped up his hand action. Finally Matt broke the kiss and smiled down at Jesse. Three strokes later Jesse exploded, the first shot going two feet in the air and coming back down with a splat on Jesse's nose.
Matt leaned over and licked the cum off Jesse's body and then kissed him on the lips. Jesse's mouth opened and Matt fed him some of his seed.
"There's some sugar rush to rebuild your energy," Matt said and they started giggling, both knowing how hard it would be to sing that song ever again.
"You ok Jess? I didn't hurt you?"
"I'm fine, are you? Ok, I mean. I promise this will never leave this room."
Matt lay next to his friend. "I'm fine, and I found that I wanted this too. I guess I always knew but was too scared to do what you did, too worried about my career after what almost happened to you.
"I don't understand."
Matt turned onto his side and looked Jesse in the eyes. "It means that I'm gay and that I may very well be in love with you. I do know that while this is nobody's business but our own I don't want this to be the only time."
Jesse got on his side and stared into Matt's eyes. He saw what he wanted and smiled. They leaned into each other for a kiss, their lips locked.