It had been a week since Zac's raunchy tryst with Jonathan Taylor Thomas in L.A., and he was back at his Tulsa home, still jacking off thinking about it. That is, jacking off whenever Taylor wasn't available to screw his lust-filled brains out. One of the best things about boinking your brother is constant proximity. Rarely a morning arose when Zac didn't wake up with the smell of Tay's cum somewhere on his body. Rarely an evening went by that didn't see the two teens excuse themselves from the dinner table to go "contemplate new riffs" in Taylor's room, the older boy slamming it into Zac's hungry hole within seconds of arrival.

        "You think Ike ever wonders why we never...oh, YES.....have anything musically new to contribute," Taylor would occassionally ask while he drove his cock into Zac doggie-style.

        "Oh baby, that's it," Zac would reply, utterly lost in the feeling of being filled with Taylor's long shaft. "Just shut up and fuck my pretty ass."

        The music of Hanson was beyond secondary to Zac now - it was completely off his mental map. The band's soon-to-be-released second album was already a thing of the past for the drummer with the flowing blond hair and a body that seemd to get more defined with every passing day. All he could think about was sex. If he didn't fuck Taylor at least twice a day, he felt unfulfilled.

       
        Even that much of a daily diet of dick seemed lacking whenever Zac thought back to his day with JTT. Taylor's porcelain skin and aggressive screwing style was one type of sexual nirvana, but Zac's knowing that he had serviced Jonathan's incomparable sculpted bod was enough to make him cum at least as hard while jerking off to that thought as he did while Tay was pumping him.

        It was the pride of knowing that he'd gotten his dream idol off, got him off explosively and more than once, that made Zac continue to yearn for the day when he could taste more cock from outside of the family. He committed himself to the idea of sinking his sphincter down on any celebrity cock he wanted within a year. Until then, he continued to greedily feast on his brother's hot seed whenever possible, making Taylor Hanson perhaps the best sexual consolation prize anyone could ever dream up.

        On this particular Friday night - 3 a.m. early Saturday morning, to be exact, Zac couldn't sleep. He was desperate for a satsifying sexual release, and Taylor had not been in Tulsa to give it to him, having travelled to New York for a special "Taylor only" episode of MTV's "FANatic." This had caused some angst around the house, especially with Ike, who did not particularly enjoy any press coverage that gave Taylor the notion of breaking away to become a successful solo act. Zac, on the other hand, had only been concerned with whether his cock could be a successful solo act for more than 24 hours: Tay would not return to Tulsa until late Saturday morning.

        Zac spent the later part of the night in his room, rock music blaring from his stereo, but his earphones plugged into his TV set, where the grunts and groans of his treasured gay porno tape sprang out to offer his angry cock some comfort. By 3 a.m., Zac had been bare-ass naked and jerking on his stick for five solid hours. He had played every scene on the porn tape three times over, and left the air conditioning off on this warm September night, trying to turn himself on with extra physical exertion.

        Yet he had only shot two loads, once when he thought about how jerking off just like this had led to his first time with Tay, and once when he really focused on his memories of sitting on Jon's thick meat, bouncing up and down and fondling the mass of sweaty muscles beneath him. As sizzling as those thoughts were, tonight they were barely enough for Zac to spurt his cream. He lay there now, covered in persipiation and some dried cum that he hadn't bothered to scoop up and swallow from hours before, intensely focusing on the porn again, trying to make his semi-hard cock stand at maximum attention by fisting it with all the energy his spit-drenched right hand could muster. It was no use. Zac Hanson had become spoiled with other guy's cocks. Anything short of a one-on-one dick draining marathon didn't seem to be exciting anymore.

        Zac got up, toweled himself off with his worn cum rag from beneath his bed, threw on only a pair of tight-fitting white briefs, and headed downstairs in the darkened house for a drink. Everyone was always asleep by this time, but Zac still felt his cock rise ever so slightly from walking in the common areas of the house with his body on display, even if he was only showing himself off to an empty house.

        The house's stairway stood next to the kitchen and dining room area on the first floor. The kitchen then emptied into the den. Zac was about the flick on the kitchen lights when he saw the glow of the Hanson's big-screen TV coming from the den. He initally heard no sound, but as he moved closer he heard a steady rustling, almost like a damp toothbrush, but sloppier-sounding. It took Zac mere seconds to realize that he had just spent most of the night making that very sound. Someone was jacking off in the den.

        "Ohhhhh, man," Zac whispered underneath his breath, so low even he couldn't hear himself. He was not about to make his presence known to the jerker.

        Slowly, and with an instantly revigorated hard-on, Zac tiptoed past the dinner table towards the open archway entrance to the den. There were no mirrors in the den, so Zac knew he only had to be quiet to enjoy the show. Nevertheless, he clung to the right side of the archway, only peering out with his head, ready to snap back if the jerker turned around.

        What Zac saw almost made him cream on the spot. There was his older brother Ike, the straight one, the one Zac thought he'd never be able to see being naughty, lying on the couch, with his boxer shorts around his ankles, using both of his hands to fist away at a gorgeous, thick eleven-inch cock. The glow of the television cascaded down on Ike's satiny smooth skin, harirless save for the cutest little patch of light brown chest hair between his nipples. Drops of pre-cum sparkled at the end of Ike's flaring, bullet-shaped cockhead, his strong hands literally choking the giant stick by firmly gliding along the entire length of the shaft.

        "Ohhhhhhh," Ike started softly moaning, then he suddenly picked up his head and, with perfect aim, forcefully spit a wad of saliva directly onto his drying shaft. He had a pair of long-cord earphones, quite similar to Zac's, plugged into the TV set.

        The images on the screen were both unbelievably raunchy and extremely exciting to Zac, who by this time had quietly let his briefs slip to the kitchen floor while slowly jacking his own prick. Ike was watching some hetero porn, a new type called "bukkake," which Zac recognized from his forays onto the Internet. In these tapes, one woman hungrily takes on man after man, sometimes numbering in the dozens. The action is almost always oral, and ends with the woman covered from head to toe in every single drop of every single man's load. She winds up being essentially a moving mountain of jizz. The thought of being that woman always turned Zac on, and watching his older brother jerk off to her, knowing Ike would like to be one of the men she serviced, was the new kinky thought that Zac needed to really get his rocks off.

        Ike was close to the edge, too. He was moaning louder now, but still not loud enough to alert the upstairs bedrooms. He watched the last few guys on the video let their cum fly. It seemed like a never ending shower of goo, and Ike loved it. He tensed up, locked his hands in place on his schlong, and then quickly jerked upwards, once, twice, three times. His stringy load erupted rapidly, landing all over his chest and smooth abs.

        Zac watched and jerked in the shadows, seeing his brother's underappreciated body and delicate facial features contort with pleasure, Ike's head rocking back and forth and lips puckering in bliss as every sweet spasm rocked his body.

        It was all too much for Zac. Confident in the fact that the loud porno moans being piped into Ike's ears wouldn't allow him to hear Zac, the younger teen grabbed a paper soft drink cup from the kitchen table and stuck it under his cock just as he climaxed. The cup in his left hand, his pulsating peter in his right, Zac threw his head back and let soft grunts escape, his knees weakening from the collosal power of his orgasm.

        The sound of volley after volley of thick boycum striking the cup's cardboard bottom made Zac giggle in the midst of his ecstasy. As he milked the last few drops from his cock, he watched Ike smear his load into his skin, sometimes taking glancing licks of his spoogy-covered fingers. Zac didn't know if that was the type of thing a raging heterosexual hunk would do, but he wasn't about to confront Ike tonight. He had already had a mind-blowing release for one night, thank you very much. Further investigation could wait for another day.

        Right now he had to get back to his room before Ike saw him. Zac quickly found the plastic lid that went with the soda cup, closed it tightly and threw it in the trash. Later, he'd sort of regretted that he didn't bring the cup back to his room to drink from, but hey, panic is panic. Zac did lick up SOME cum: the small amount that was still clinging to his cock when he brushed it clean with his hand and stuffed it back into his briefs.

        Once he got back upstairs, Zac slipped under his bedspread nude and played out the unexpected exhibition over in his head a few times more. His older brother's smooth skin. The irresistably raunchy videotape. Ike's huge cock spraying it's load beneath the glow of kinky porn. The pleasure that took over every nerve in Ike's body. And finally, Zac pictured what he himself must've looked like, standing completely nude in the family kitchen, moist with exictement, shooting his wad into a fast food cup. Zac smiled and drifted off to sleep, his cock hardening once again. He may have gone to sleep thirsty, but he was no longer hungry for thoughts to fuel his insatiable sexual appetite.
 
 

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