OK, guys, you know the drill: This is a story containing sexual acts between consenting males. If you are underage, or if this sort of material is in any way illegal where you live, then turn back now! This story is, in its entirety, a work of FICTION. While the characters do exist, this FICTICIOUS work is in no way meant to imply anything about the actual sexual orientation of the characters. All members of Hanson and those people in their immediate universe and any mentioned celebrity for that matter are, unless we are told otherwise, real-life heterosexuals. Sorry, guys! :) Also, words in this story that could be considered derogatory are said in the heat of passion. Take them for what they're worth: nothing at all. Enjoy the story!
Zac Hanson, Boy Slut - Part 3 -
Tool Time for Zac
As soon as Jonathan Taylor Thomas caught a glimpse of his unexpected guest/intruder lying on the bed with more than a trace of pride gleaming in his transfixed eyes, he dropped his heavy gym bag on the spot and returned the stare. This WAS an intrusion, Jon thought, no doubt about that, and reporting this to the proper authorities could land him squarely on the front pages of every newspaper in the country, not to mention every teen magazine, where he longed to see his own maturing face again. He'd just had a pretty agressive workout, though, and had exchanged glances with an unbelievable long-haired muscle stud across the club's room of weight benches. The guy had obviously been packing a substantial amount of meat in his speedos, and Jon could tell by the way he looked at him that the guy recognized the former sitcom star. As he continued to pump iron, Jon hoped that in a few moments he'd be pumping this stud in the shower room, finally engaging in the man sex he'd so desperately wanted, but never could safely attain under the glow of the Hollywood spotlight. Unfortunately, though, the stud ended his workout by laughing at the bulge he had obviously caused Jon to sprout, and leaving the gym altogether. Drenched in sweat and self-loathing, Jon decided to skip the shower as well and come home to whack off in solitude, vividly picturing that jock's tight ass, but as always, never able to handle the hard flesh in reality.
And now here was Zac Hanson, a little hottie Jon had always hoped to meet along with that older brother of his with the pretty mouth, Taylor. Their band, though, had gone a long way towards kicking "JTT," the all powerful king of the teen mags, off the cover and back to page 42 - if he was lucky. As a result, his managers told Jon to keep a distance from the boys, heaven forbid a photo op of the old ruler handing off to the new keepers of the crown should arise. Well here he was on Jon's bed, much more taller and toned than the last time Jon shared a room with him, about two years earlier. Much closer to being completely undressed, too. Ponytailed hair, bulging blue overalls, and the intoxicating smell of boy sweat permeating the air. Jon quickly decided to play this episode out.
"Zac Hanson," Jon greeted, struggling to smile and letting out a confused laugh.
"J.T., my old new friend," Zac began without missing a beat or moving a muscle. "We meet again....for the first time!"
"Uh hah," Jon replied, more puzzled now than ever.
The only noise to cut through the awkward silence was the fabric of Zac's overalls adjusting to his hopelessly excited dick, already fully erect. And how could it not be? The kid who, just by being his hot self on an otherwise average sitcom week after week, taught Zac what it meant to be gay had grown up considerably as well since he exited the show. He was standing before him, hair cut delightfully short to reveal all of his still-stunning face, all sculpted cheekbones and dark brown lips. Living permanently under the California sun gave his body a delicious tan, practically beyond your typical bronze to a shade of mocha. Jon was wearing a candy-striped exercise leotard, the bright nylon accentuating his well-toned biceps and even some impressive pec development. Zac knew the gym mustn't have been far from the apartments, because a slick coat of sweat still adorned Jon's ripped upper body, little droplets gleaming under his neck and slowly rolling down the muscle mounds of his arms, dampening the leotard and the turquoise blue sweats that Jon had thrown on over his legs before leaving the club. Zac had come so far that he wanted to jump Jon's bones right then, and he had a feeling that he wouldn't be met with opposition. But no. Everything must be perfect.
"Hard...workout?"
"Very hard," Jon answered quickly, not sure why he was talking so low. "Awfully....hard."
"Mmmmm, I can tell," Zac giggled, noting that there were two bulges in the room now. This was so awesome.
"So!" Jon suddenly snapped out of it. "How'd you get in here? Let me guess. You picked the lock just like you and your brothers picked open the box of Grammy ballots a few years ago."
"Ooooooh, hurt me. Must be roid rage, huh?" Zac finally switched positions on the bed to a kneeling position, still at a distance from Jon but close enough to give him a peek downwards at more skin. "Nope. Blew the doorman."
"Huh?"
"Your doorman. About 25. Black. Ripped. Monster of a ding-dong. Would probably feed it to you in an instant every morning if you weren't so busy driving off to meet the beautiful people. Him."
Jon's stare simply became more distant. None of this was ringing a bell.
"You see? That't the problem with you Hollywood assholes, especially the ones like you who think they know it all. You couldn't possibly be more wrapped up in yourself, could you? A guy could give you a million different signals that he's interested, and no matter how hot he is, if he can't help your career you'd rather go home and jerk it yourself. Eat your own cum. It's gotta be the tastiest around. Everybody else thinks so, right?"
Jon was caught off guard and defended himself quickly. Too quickly. "You don't know how wrong you are, you little shit! I pay attention to plenty of guys. Why just today, there was this stud in the.............. weight room."
Damn, Zac thought with excitement, you ARE good! "A-ha," he exclaimed, pointing his finger at Jon and pouncing forward on the bed, leaving Jon to helplessly look at Zac's round ass and think of doggy-style fun. "I knew you liked dick! I KNEW it!"
"Alright, alright, shut up already," Jon said, still nervous about what neighbors' ears could pick up. "I'm gay. I like dick. I want dick. Now what's this all about? What do YOU want?"
"I thought you'd never ask because it's kind of obvious, you numbskull, but now that you did....." Zac lay back again, extending his arms around both sides of the headboard, stretching upward ever so slightly to keep his straining cock as a key focal point. "I want you, J.T. Every square inch of you, and don't tell me that doesn't make you happy." Jon licked his lips in a subconscious approval. "I watched Home Improvement every week since I was twelve, as soon as I started getting those funny feelings and realized it was you who caused them. Two whole YEARS, I watched that piece of junk, just to watch you grow up, hotter and hotter every week. I taped it when the band had a show to do on Tuesday nights. Hell, I even stole a Tiger Beat with your face on it from a 7-Eleven in New Mexico because I knew it was the only place they'd never recognize me and never catch me. Do you see these overalls?"
"Do I ever," Jon replied, thoroughly enjoying Zac's devotion.
"I'm wearing them because you wore them like this once in a magazine. Remember? You were much younger. You were on a beach somewhere. Of course, I think you had underwear on." Zac pulled the side of his outfit up and down rapidly to give Jon a tease of ass meat. "I found those pictures under Taylor's bed, but that's a whole other story. Anyway, those photos were about as revealing as you got. So we watched every week, me and the rest of the boys and girls that got off to you on a regular basis. We watched the show, which got worse and worse. We watched the movies, which made the show look good. Talk show appearances, award shows, whatever. One giant borefest. The only thing that kept me awake was that body. The body kept getting hotter and the voice kept getting smokier, and so I prayed harder every week that you'd stop acting like you didn't know why the show was still on the air and give us SOMETHING. A beach scene, a locker room scene, Jesus, put the overalls on again. But you didn't, and you left the show. Said you were going to college, which apparently is a synonym for "health club," and that was it. And now here I am, and here you are, and even though you're not trying to look especially gorgeous, you do. Your outfit right now is much better than anything from those entire two years. I know I came in on the tail end of your run, but that doesn't mean I don't want to cum in your tail end just as much as Taylor or anybody else your age. I want YOU, baby." Zac sprung back up to the foot of the bed, sticking his face right in Jon's. "Bring it on."
"Jesus," Jon said, totally blown away. He put his arms around Zac, Zac anxiously doing the same to him, and the two melted into a vey wet kiss. Jon's tongue slid over Zac's and down to his tonsils, Zac sucking as hard as he could on Jon's lips to get the tongue down further. He wanted to be inhaled by the young hunk. He ran his hands through Jon's moist mess of hair before moving down and feeling his strong shoulders and bulging biceps. The kiss finally broke after a minute or so, but Zac needed a splash of kinkiness, and so he stuck his tongue out for Jon to suck on, throwing the rest of his head back as far as he could in sheer bliss.
"Take those pants off," Zac demanded. Jon did as he was told, revealing the rest of his leotard. The head of his cock had actually popped out, but Jon managed to tuck it back in while Zac had his back turned. The younger teen had gotten off the bed and was now rifling through Jon's gym bag. Jon went to fondle the covered bubble butt before him, but Zac leaned back and slapped his hand away. Anticipation was everything for the young drummer, although this was getting to be almost unbearable even for him.
Zac stood and turned to Jon again, having found two metallic hand weights. He kissed his freshly puzzled partner before handing him the weights. "Sit in that chair," he said, pointing to the plush white one facing the corner of the bed. "I wanna watch."
Jon smiled widely, showing off his sparkling white teeth. Only now was he beginning to grasp the perverted mindset of Zac Hanson. He sat in the chair, Zac sitting on the opposite bed corner, and leaned forward, placing the weights on the floor. Zac loved the pressure the leaning was putting on Jon's chest, causing his solid man-tits to flex invitingly. Jon's cock was also causing a straight-line-stretch underneath its confines, his sweaty, almost hairless legs leading Zac's attention down to a pair of expensive black hi-top sneakers.
Jon began to perform a set of arm curls with the hand weight, puckering his lips and making pained expressions with every lift, giving Zac one hot show. Beads of wetness dripped down the heaving muscular humps of the toned limb, the arm's motion becoming hypnotic to Zac, golden brown flesh pulsating in and out.
"You like it, Zac," Jon asked between heavy breaths. "Pumpin' my body up, making it big and strong for when I fuck the living shit out of you, huh? It feels so good, baby. Look at how hard my cock is. Is this as hot as you wanted me?"
"Mmmm, so big," Zac moaned in approval. He was actually prepared for a minor letdown in the size of Jon's schlong, but it looked like a pretty loaded spring coiled up in the leotard. Jon repeated the curls with the other arm, Zac an anxious blur of lust the whole time. If his fingers weren't busy fondling around the wet spot on his overalls, they were deep inside his mouth, Zac sucking slowly on each one to give Jon just a tast of things to come. When Jon started a pattern of lifting the weights over his head so Zac could see each ripple in his lengthy arms come alive, Zac decided to accelerate the proceedings. He unzipped his fly and let his oozing, thick prick out in the air to look at Jon for itself.
"Nice unit," Jon said. "How many times have I gotten it to shoot its wad?"
"Hundreds. That Tiger Beat I lifted became way too sticky to keep around."
"Well," Jon creaked in between lifts, "you've brought me over the edge a few times too."
"Cool!" Zac felt honored as he got into a fisting motion to match Jon's lifts.
"Actually, I've probably shot off over your brother more often. Not in a while, though. Age difference and all. You were a kid."
"Hey! Well, I guess you're right," Zac conceded. "I'll be sure to let Tay know he has another admirer the next time I have his cock for lunch."
"Nasty!"
"Bad nasty?" Zac was more than a bit concerned that he'd let too much slip, but sex with Taylor WAS worth shouting about.
"No. Definitely good, hot, steamy nasty," Jon said, putting down his weights. He was unable to keep his hands to himself any longer, which was fine with Zac. Muscles now strained and gleaming, Jon was, as corny as it sounds, dreamy. The drummer/cockhunter slipped out of his overalls and sat there, an irresistible picture of nude pubescence.
"You want this cock," Zac asked, waving his hardness towards the muscle twink.
"Yeah," Jon moaned as he got down on his knees in front of the younger teen. "I want to swallow all of it."
"Mmmm, good, because I want to see if Randy Taylor can suck cock better than brother Taylor."
"If I were you," said Jon, wrapping his right hand around Zac's cock, "I'd put my money on Randy. After all, he grew up handling so many tools," -- Jon took a quick mouthful of Zac's cockhead before continuing -- "and he handled a ton of nuts and bolts," -- Jon gave a teasing lick to Zac's wet ballsac, stopping long enough to suck on the left ball, much to Zac's delight -- "and he hammered through a lot of studs" -- and with that, Jon went down full force on Zac's meat, moaning contentedly and calling up all the saliva he had to bathe the four inches he'd managed to devour already.
"Oh, fuck! Suck that thing, pretty boy!" Zac's smaller body turned to putty in Jon's hands, every inch of him writhing around from the electricity of the moment. Jon's sucking was intense and gentle at the same time, his big soft hands wrapped around Zac's ass, caressing the smooth skin as if it were the gift he'd always longed for. His long right index finger found Zac's tight rear passage and pushed. The welcome intruder went in up to the knuckle and wiggled around awhile, bringing Zac unprecedented shivers of pleasure.
"It's too good, damn it! Take it out before I shoot my load already!" Jon's reply was simply to push harder and suck faster, his beautiful cheeks caved in around Zac's manstick, his throat enjoying the warm tastes of Tulsa pre-cum that became more frequent with every suck. "OH GOD! Never mind," Zac implored. "Leave it in! There's no...... UGH!........turning back now!"
"Mmmmm yes," Jon tried to approve, his words fighting a losing battle to break free from behind a wall of cock.
Zac started to resemble a caveman, bucking around with wild abandon and pushing Jon's head down as far as possible. He groaned like a filthy animal, his eyes wide open and locked on Jon's bobbing face. He reached back with his free hand and loosened his ponytail, his head becoming a rocking blonde mop teetering on the edge of insanity of release didn't come immediately. As always, Zac's trusty balls had just the right dose of medicine ready.....for HIM to inject into Jon! This was definitely his all-time favorite game of Let's Play Doctor.
"Here it cums, you fucking god," he screamed. "All those years, all those nights, this is what you deserved! NOW YOU'RE GONNA GET IT!!! UGH!!!!! SWALLOW IT, BABY!!!! PLEASE SWALLOW, JTT!!! ROCK AND ROLL!!!"
Jon held Zac as tight as he could to calm his bucking convulsions and gave the boy what he - and himself - wanted so badly. He went all the way down on the thick dick one more time, holding it there, head halfway down his throat, slowly licking the length of the shaft, and waited for the wave of cum. His lust had helped his grade-A blowjob, but his inexperience failed to tell him what Taylor would have known instinctively by now: when Zac's REALLY excited, it isn't a simple wave, but a destructive tsunami of boycream. Zac shrieked with joy as he fired each round. The first three ropes seemed to go down Jon's throat easy enough, with happy gulping sounds as evidence. When the amount of jizz hadn't let up after five MORE spurts, though, Jon began to gag. He came up off of Zac's dick for air, but Zac wasn't finished. He just kept on screaming with each volley, four or five more shots landing on Jon's now tightly pressed lips. Jon coughed but managed to get all the cum swallowed, catching the strings that were dangling off his face in his hands and licking that up as quickly as possible. He loved the taste - salty and even sugary, too. The taste of a hot boy.
Zac had felt the pleasure of it all, alright, but he still couldn't believe that the hot kid from Home Improvement had just swallowed his spunk. He was in awe again, like he wasn't a celebrity himself. He lay still on the bed, eyes practically rolling back as he watched Jon lap up the mess. He knew it was his time.
"Thanks," he said like Jon had held the door open for him or something.
"You're welcome," Jon said. "You're welcome to all of me."
Zac smacked Jon's lips with his softening cock. The controlling sex addict inside of him was returning from paralysis. "You better believe I fucking am," he said. Zac moved to get off the bed, Jon's firmly implanted finger sluggishly leaving his bung hole as he did. "Oooh," Zac reacted to the unexpected sensation by reaching around to slap his own tight buns as he stood up. The presence of Jon's hard stick was still limited to a bulge in his leotard. "Take that FUCKING thing off," his lover demanded, but Jon never got the chance to. Zac walked over, felt up Jon's pecs through the fabric, and then ripped the leotard wide open from the neck down. Zac was kind of shocked he managed to rip it off. His horniness had apparently given him almost superhuman strength. Jon smiled naughtily at this. He stood with two shred sides of an outfit over his shoulders, naked everywhere else and loving it. His beautiful cock throbbed again, thick, light tan with a sleek bullet-shaped cockhead, flushed pink. A good seven and a half, probably eight inches of stiff teen ramrod.
"Oooooh fuck yes," Zac whispered, running his hands over Jon's smooth, developed chest and taut dark nipples, each one sticking out like a tasty M & M. "Sorry I had to ruin your pretty outfit, J.T., but I have to say," - he ran his index finer from Jon's neck to the tip of his dick - "you definitely look better in your birthday suit."
"How 'bout you blow out my candle, Zac?"
"Well, if you can't blow it yourself...."
"Close but no luck," Jon admitted, taking a firm grip of his prick as he remembered bending over in a futile attempt to taste what he loved the most. "All the wax in my candle always goes to waste."
"Well why don't I" - Zac leaned over to suck on Jon's left nipple - "make a wish" - he moved to the right one - "and we'll see if it comes true?" Zac licked, kissed and sucked the hard little nubs for a while longer, feeling Jon's pecs bounce and watching his head tilt back.
"Come on," Jon urged, pushing Zac's head down slowly till he knelt on the floor. "Make the wish."
"Oooooookkkkkkk." Zac leaned back, took a deep breath, and blew out Jon's senses. He plastered his lips onto the cock of his dream boy, working it like a champion slut. Oh, he sure knew how to do it by now, but never, not even during his first time with Taylor, was he ever as happy to suck cock. He kept his eyes on Jon's face, all beads of sweat and contorted lips, and it turned him on so much. His mouth slid easily over most of Jon's baseball bat of a cock. Zac stuffed as much as could inside his full throat and twisted his head from side to side, feeling Jon's dripping glans rotate deep down inside.
"Suck it, Zac. Yeah. You know how to do it. Take my big fucking hunk cock down that throat. Does Taylor sing to you when you suck on his little dick? Huh?"
"Mmmmmmm." Zac couldn't help laughing at Jon's little slam. He came up off Jon's dick with an ear to ear grin and, giving him a look of brotherly revenge, playfully bit down on Jon's cockhead.
"Oooooh, so kinky! You're gonna pay for that, fucker!" Jon pushed Zac's head down on his dick as far as it could go. Neither one of them thought he could take it all down, but after a little popping noise from inside the base of Zac's extended neck, Jon realized that Zac's lips were tickling his trimmed patch of pubes. Zac LOVED Jon's idea of payback.
The view from behind the two guys was a sight to behold, but unfortunately, no high buildings sat opposite Jon's window. The curtains were open enough to let the setting sun kiss Jon's gorgeous golden tush with light. The crack of his ass and lines of his thrusting legs were defined in the brightness, feet digging into the rug, shaved balls slapping against the chin of an unseen face, a small hand reaching around every so often to spur their sweet milk on.
"I'm close. Oh, Zac, I'm so goddamn close!"
As much as Zac wanted to taste it, he wanted something else so much more, so he pulled off and, without saying a word, got up on the bed and kneeled, his ass calling Jon on.
"You can't cum 'til you do me doggie, stud! I want you to rip me apart."
Jon loved Zac's tongue, but he always wanted to own the ass of a hot fan. Now he could own the ass of a hot OBSESSED fan, not to mention it was Zac Hanson. The man of this house spit on his own cock to lube up and, within seconds, was lining up his hard-as-steel hammer with Zac's steaming manhole.
"What are you waiting for? I've waited long enough! Fuck meeeeeeee!"
Jon's spongy glans poked the pink pucker, pre-cum leaking all over the tight Hanson buns. Impatient, he spread those asscheeks as far as they could go and found a whole new level of acceptance from Zac's asshole. The head drove into the passage instantaneously. Zac moaned at the speedy shock. Jon, the supposed brainiac, was struck dumb with the gratification that only Zac's anus knew how to give. He grunted and gave the ass he had split a hard smack.
"Oh, spank me," Zac begged. "I'm such a bad little boy."
"Ugh, how can someone so bad feel so good?" Three more inches worked their way in.
"Ooooooohhhmmmmm. Just pure fuckin' Midwest sex appeal, J. When we grow corn, you eat it. When we grow cornholes, you gotta fuck 'em."
"Ohhhhhh! You are a toilet-mouthed little boywhore, you know that?"
Zac smiled. "Oh, you're just saying that."
"No! You really are a scheming rich little slut!"
"Thanks!" Jon couldn't believe how Zac relished being so easy. "Now use the kit that god gave you and plow my pussy."
"Oh....fuck!" Jon started to pound in and out, so slow, so deliberate, running every last centimeter into Zac's devastated hole before ripping it all out to shove it back in again. "Every time I saw you....on TV.....slamming those..... drums..... I wanted to tear those leather pants.....off.....and fuck you....till you screamed." Jon, panting and dripping with bodily juices, finally was letting Zac in on his own perverted needs. "And the whole time......I'd be sucking Taylor till he......drenches me. And Ike could...watch too. Maybe fuck me... Bet he's got the....biggest cock in Ok-la-HOMO!"
"Sounds so hot!" Zac was picturing it all right now, thinking about a whole arena watching the four go at it. Jon sucking Tay and, god, Ike probably WAS huge. The fact that he was actually getting his ass pounded RIGHT NOW was enough to make Zac jerk himself hard.
"Or maybe," Jon offered, "you'd want to fuck me right now."
"Get out and bend over," Zac said without hesitation. A minute later, they had switched positions, The muscular older idol letting the tireless drummer boy ride him like a wild cowboy. Jon's face was wracked with pain. Zac had gone in with little lube, and since this was the first time Jon's famous rump had been stuffed by a real guy, he was thankful that the guy in question was small and that he'd often used several fingers to stretch himself out.
"FUCK, if they could've seen this on ABC," Zac moaned. "The hottest boy on the planet getting rammed by big, bad Zacky. Zac Hanson in your ass, Zac Ty Bryan in your mouth. Now THAT'S a good show, huh?"
"Ohhhhhhhhh, fuck me," was Jon's only response. Zac sped up, reaching out to fondle Jon's biceps. It was the first time he'd fucked a truly masculine guy. "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!" Jon was pulling hard on his own pud, the impact of Zac's savage pumping bringing him to the edge. "I'm cumming!!! You did it to me, little slut!"
"NOOOO!!!" Zac stopped fucking the tight teen quickly and reached down to slap Jon's hand away from the quivering meat. "Not yet. Wait one second."
And so, Jon was left helpless as Zac finished up, fucking the ass he'd done so much to nail, knowing that this wouldn't be the last time with this or any number of other hotties. If he got to the best, he'd might as well bang some of the rest. But first, maybe he'd get Tay and, somehow, Ike into that hot four-way idea. Nothing was impossible if Zac Hanson's body was involved.
"Here it cums AGAIN, J.T.!! God, you're unbelievable. Wait until you feel hot jizz in your bowels! I own it now, Jon!!"
The spent, sweat-covered past king of the idols slumped down, pushed his ass out and listened to the screams once more, felt the pole throb, shake and ejaculate, felt Zac Hanson's scorching hot load flow into his insides, shot after shot, and moaned.
"You own it, Zac," he muttered. "You own it."
Zac laughed. Nine spurts! Not bad at all! He pumped a few more times before pulling out with a pop. He leaned over to kiss Jon's flushed left asscheek and saw a bit of his own cum oozing down the crack. Without warning, he licked around and just inside Jon's sensitive ring, tasting his own seed mixed with Jon's own musk. It was like the taste was the child their sex produced very cool.
"Oh, Zac?" Jon turned over on his back to remind him of his swollen, unsatisfied cock, and Zac naturally surprised him again. He moved quickly to mount Jon, face to face of course. Jon lined up the dick with Zac's descending ass, Zac took the last of umpteen deep breaths that day, and felt the unreal sensation of long, thick teen idol sausage traveling straight up to clog his asshole.
"You wanna cum hard," Zac predicted.
"No fucking kidding, little boy!"
"Well, get ready." Zac planted his feet well in front of himself, leaned his upper body back as far as possible, and did all the work from there, pushing up and down about once a second, a new, perfect kind of sit-up.
"Oh, shit! It's sucking on my cock harder than your mouth!"
"Well then, my mouth just has to practice. How's tomorrow?"
"Perfect! But first......UGH!..... it's time to give you what you wanted, you crazy little stud!"
"An autograph?"
"Oh, sure," Jon laughed in between moans as he bolted into an upright sitting position. "Why don't you stop milking me and sit all the way down on it." Zac did as he was told. It was amazing, like the cock would break through his entire body if he moved another inch. "Good. Now, if you pay close attention and feel me cover your insides with my jizz, you'll see I'll shoot it so it spells out my name."
"HA! OHHH!" Zac's laughter was quickly overtaken by the piercing feeling of a fountain of warm liquid painting his hershey highway. Jon held him close and moaned lightly as his cock, free from Zac's tortorous teasing, finally let loose.
Eleven, twelve, thirt-, whoa, fourteen strings of JTT jizm! Zac wanted to feel this full forever. Was it all worth it? Hell, he would've sucked off a hundred nobodys for this moment with his living fantasy, arm in arm, tongues tied, cock so deeply lodged within, forever and ever.
OK, so maybe only for a couple of hours. Tay was due back from his interview and, hey, a boy slut's work is NEVER done!
THE END
OK, that was really it. The end. I hope you enjoyed reading this saga as much as I enjoyed writing it. Any comments or future celeb story ideas? Drop me a line: xxxidolatry@hotmail.com Thanks.