Taylor had gotten to sleep at about 4 A.M. after the L.A. concert. He was aware of Zac's absence from the band's temporary home, the sixth floor of the Beverly Hills Hotel. Try as he might to put his rebellious younger brother out of his mind, Zac's unknown whereabouts still caused Taylor to toss and turn for hours in his king-sized bed. When a knock came on his door at 9 the next morning, Taylor sluggishly turned onto his back and wiped the sleep and blond locks from his weary eyes. He was in no mood for his publicist's shit this morning.

         "Todd, not now, OK," he tried his best to shout at the door. "If it's some goddamn radio morning show wanting a phone interview, give 'em Ike instead, will ya? He can't shut up."

         A silent pause met Taylor's entreaty, followed by a louder knock.

         "Jesus CHRIST!" Taylor cussed as he stumbled out of bed to physically shoo Todd away. "I'm too famous for this shit," he muttered, throwing on a faded crimson T-shirt to cover his bare upper body, while his uncontrollable case of morning wood was covered only by a pair of tight briefs. The two-layer curtains were exceptionally effective, filling the room in darkness, and Taylor was not about to change that. His eyes had enough trouble adjusting to consciousness, never mind sunlight. His soft bare feet twinkled with natural grace over to the door, which Tay opened angrily.

         "Todd, NOT this...."

         "Hi." 

         Not Todd. Looked like Zac. Could it be, or was this a dream, or maybe REALLY bad lighting? No, it was him, even giving a small wave close to his chest to fully snap the older teen out of his stupor. He was wearing a white Harley-Davidson T-shirt, blue jeans, ratty old white hi-tops, and a self-conscious expression, his eyes almost pleading with Taylor to say something. Anything. Tay quickly did just that, and with wounding gusto.

         "As you can see, you were wrong. You didn't get locked out. YOUR room is down the hall. Just follow the stench of gigolo flesh."

         "I'm sorry."

         Two little words, but considering the famously bull-headed source they were coming from, it was almost enough to knock Tay over.

         "Huh?"

         "Oh come on. You heard me." Zac was trying his best to focus on emotion, but his brother's inviting erection was so nicely outlined in his Calvins. It was only natural to stare as he continued. "Can I at least come in?" Tay noticed Zac's ogling.

         "What is this? You just sex-starved?"

         "No, I'm quite full. Thanks for asking." Zac really didn't want this to be an insult war, but Tay had that coming, and it made the nervous younger teen let out a slight vengeful giggle. "Now, let's go. Let me in. I need to say something." Taylor opened the door further and sighed helplessly as Zac walked past and went to sit on the love seat near the window.

         "Why not? I'm awake now, aren't I?"

          Zac leaned over his seat to pull one layer of curtain back, allowing him to see his angry brother through the softly shaded morning sunlight. Tay went back to laying on his bed, smack dab in the middle so as to keep a noticeable distance from Zac, and suddenly zapped on the TV to MTV. He wanted this meeting to turn out well, but he needed Zac to feel his hurt first. They sat in silence for a minute, Zac staring at Tay, Tay trying his best to seem captivated by a year-old Macy Gray video.

         "Will you PLEASE shut that fucking thing off?" Zac suddenly spat out. "I'm trying to talk here."

         "So talk."

         "Shut it off."

         "Uggggh." Taylor groaned his goodbye to Macy and turned to face his sluggishly contrite brother. Rarely had he seen such steely determination in Zac's eyes. It reminded him of the first time he walked on in Zac's wank session, only this time the stare held much more focus and self-control.

         "Right. OK. Well, I'm sorry. Like I said." Zac put his elbow up on the small table next to his chair and looked away from Tay. "And I love you," he muttered.

         "Come again?"

         Zac couldn't take this smarminess. For once in his life he was trying to be sincere.

         "I LOVE YOU, alright?"

         "Oh." Taylor stared towards the wall and the blank TV. He couldn't look at his tortured brother. It would've been too easy to relent. "Is that all?"

         "Is that..." Zac laughed nervously, feeling himself begin to perspire as he jerked his hand back and forth on his rapidly shaking ponytail. "Is that all? NO! No! Is that all? God, what an impatient prick."

         "Bingo," Tay said, having moved his eyes back to Zac during the latest outburst. He would not turn away again. This was solid gold. "I'm waiting."

         "Well.....well, see....." Zac couldn't believe his own loss for words. Just then, the seasoned wisdom of his crosstown fucktoy re-entered his mind. "....well, I jumped to conclusions. What you do out there is business. I can understand that. And I started to possibly, almost, maybe, sort of betray what we have, and that would be stupid. It would just be so fucking stupid. I love you, and I....." Zac exhaled heavily, fighting the urge to bite his fingernails. "I just don't want to lose everything we have. Do you? Want to lose that?"

         Taylor froze, quite taken aback. In seconds, Zac had gone from a blubbering idiot to laying out a near-perfect articulation of Taylor's beef with him. Tay thought, just for a split second, that this was all a well-rehearsed act, but then he saw Zac's hands. They were shaking uncontrollably. Whenever Zac rehearsed anything, the one thing he always had supreme control of was his hands. This was real. This was the knock he'd been waiting for, seemingly for an eternity. It was Tay's turn to show some emotion. He tried to hide the tears of joy forming in his eyes, and stay tough, stay resolute, but it was over. He was a goner. He buried his face in his own jittery hands.

         "No, Zac," he said through his clammy palms as he massaged his stinging eyes.

         "Come again?"

         "NO, I don't want to lose it!" Tay bolted upright and started laughing. It was clean laughter. No pangs of doubt. "God, what an impatient prick."

         "You mean it? Really?"

         "Yes!" Tay scooted over closer to Zac's chair. "Just don't ever do it again. Don't ever question my feelings for you with some anonymous asshole."

         "No problems there. But...." Zac just couldn't resist screwing with Tay's mind. "what if someone else realllly cute AND famous wanted my cock? Like your twin, only richer, or, say, Jonathan Taylor Thomas?"

         "Oh, then you'd have another problem," Taylor quipped as he crawled over to the edge of the bed. "I'd beat you into his bedroom."

         "I'll have to keep that in mind," Zac said, grinning the grin of a pardoned death row inmate. He leaned over to kiss his bro's soft pink lips. Nothing had ever felt more right to him than that kiss. Zac held on to Taylor's cheeks tightly, feeling his brother's falling blond hair brush his fingertips as they locked lips. Zac's tongue wilted under the heat of Tay's excited breaths. The older boy sucked hungrily on Zac's mouth, as if he wanted to inhale what he'd been longing for.

         They each moved to break the kiss at the same time, Zac smiling at the fact that each wanted in the other's pants as quickly as humanly possible. It had been so long.

        "Your cock looks so good in those Calvins, bro," Zac whispered, licking his lips. He'd wanted to say that since he'd come through the door. The cotton seemed to be plastered against Tay's long shaft. Tay kneeled upright on the bed and took off his crimson tee, tossing it against the forgotten TV set. Zac managed to look away from his brother's delectable package to eye Taylor's bare chest, the small nipples hard, the porcelain skin flushed from anxiety. Taylor beamed as he remained motionless and let Zac drink him in. He slid his eyes down to Zac's jeans, where a large twitch was noticeable behind the fly. Tay grabbed ahold of his aching prick through his briefs and slowly ran his hand down the entire length, back and forth, teasing both Zac and himself.

         "You've always loved my big fat dick, haven't you, Zac?"

         "Oh man, I love it."

         "You like how it looks right now, when I touch it and whack it for you?"

         "Fuck yes, makes me soooo hard."

         "Mmmmmmmmm....." Taylor squeezed his concealed cockhead when he heard that, and two giant dollops of pre-cum dripped out, turning the virginal white fabric a moist gray. Tay was so turned on. He loved being the tease for once. Suddenly, he took his left hand, reached back and smacked his own ass, the sound making him moan and Zac's cock jump to its breaking point beneath the tight corduroy.

"This cock looks even better without the underwear," Tay murmured softly, sucking on his left index finger while pushing down the band of his briefs with the right so Zac could see his wispy blond pubes. With a slowness that was downright painful for Zac's manhood to endure, Tay used his right hand to shimmy his cock out of the tight confinement. The top of his shaft flared and wiggled with every downward movement the waistband made, revealing itself inch by inch, until finally, with great pleasure, Taylor popped the stubborn band up and over his big moist glans. Zac knew what he had to do. He couldn't possibly allow himself to do anything else. First, though, he took his shirt off and put it on the table next to the love seat. It was one of his favorites, and he didn't want to get Tay's dick juices all over it.

         "Do musical geniuses always have such huge cocks?" Zac asked as he leaned forward to pull Taylor's underwear down to his knees. He held onto his brother's slinky hips and waited for an answer.

         "I don't know," Taylor finally said, smiling, desperate for Zac to get started. "You don't."

         "Aw, that's sweet," Zac said as he began to caress Tay's rock hard stalk. "I'm a genius?"

         "MUSICAL genius," Tay corrected. "You said musical genius. You are when you beat those skins."

         "How bout when I beat your skin?" Zac hissed, getting dominant as he got nastier. He jerked Tay's big meat hard and fast, the pre-cum making it so slick that Zac could jack him up and down four times a second. Zac looked up with eyes of steel as Tay went into ecstatic spasms from the handjob, eventually falling over onto Zac's shoulders. Zac just laughed and propped him upright again. "Hell yeah," Zac said. "You forgot how I can handle a dick, didn't you, sweetie?"

         "OHHHHHH I could never forget that," Tay groaned, his voice breaking up with every pump of Zac's hand.

          "You want your cock in my mouth, slut?"

          "Ohhhhhh fuck yes suck it Zac," Tay spit out, his brain boiling over with blissful sensations. Zac stopped jerking Tay's thick meat abruptly and reached his hand around to smack his brother's ass, now bare and burning hot.

          "Fuck-in' A," Zac replied. His mouth was gospel in Taylor Hanson's bedroom. He wasted no time taking a firm hold on the root of Tay's prick before sliding as much shaft as he could into his mouth. Zac tried for a deep-throat as soon as the taste of Taylor's cock hit his tongue. Zac loved that taste, and even though he hadn't wrapped his lips around Taylor for over a fortnight, he could taste it at the back of his throat every night before he went to sleep. Now he was back where he belonged, chowing down on Tay with superhuman enthusiasm. Zac moved his hand out of the way as his moist red lips sunk down towards the very end of his brother's humongous wang.

         "Mmmmm, that's right," Taylor moaned. He dug his thighs into Zac's shoulders and played with the teen's wet braid. "Suck my big stick down, Zac. Eat it all like a good boy."

        "Mmmmmmmmphggggg" the gargled response came. Spit ran out the sides of Zac's mouth as he moved down on Taylor's last inch of dick. He held it in place down his throat for as long as he could, feeling the head pulsate deep down inside him and smelling the musky pubes right against his nose, before gagging and pulling back, leaving a very slick slab of boy beef behind. He looked up at Tay and grinned a naughty grin, his large white teeth gleaming with saliva.

         "I always love swallowing your meat, Tay. You taste so fucking awesome."

          "Then taste it again, cock tease. Don't tease it, please it." Taylor said laughing.

         "You got it," Zac eagerly obeyed, leaning back towards the heavenly dick. He slapped it against his lips a few times and rubbed it against his chin and onto his cheeks as Tay dripped more pre-cum. The hot goo smeared all over Zac's gorgeous Cali tan. He put his hands at his sides and ran his tongue underneath Taylor's flaring cockhead. Without any leverage, he was only able to lightly lick the stiff shaft's underside, driving Tay bonkers. Eventually Zac closed his upper lip over the top of the cockhead, sucking on his brother just as lightly as he licked him. Taylor's delicate body quaked from the pressure point blowjob. Waves of pleasure rippled down his shaft, over his balls and through his entire body. Zac watched happily, sucking just a little harder, blowing kisses on Taylor's slit from time to time. He stopped three minutes later, afraid Tay would fall over again. He sat up and tweaked his own nipples while his older brother regained balance. His own six inches had been slamming painfully against his jeans the whole time, but Zac left his pole in his pants. He liked to feel the strain while he sucked.

         "I used to practice that technique on our microphones down in the basement," Zac said with a wink.

         "I hope you unplugged it first," Tay replied. His breathing was labored but returning to normal. He realized that he HAD forgotten what a masterful cocksucker his brother could be.

         "I unplugged it, but it was difficult for me," Zac said with the sorrow of a preschooler. "You know how I like getting plugged in every possible way."

         Taylor laughed and thrust his cock towards the kid on break. "C'mon, you horny little nut job. Milk these nuts already," he pleaded, fondling his big round testicles for Zac. Zac never could turn down a tablespoon of cream with his breakfast.

         "I've got a different technique for that," Zac said as he moved in to lick Taylor's balls while they were cradled in front of his face.

         "I know," Taylor said as he watched Zac roll each of his nuts across his tongue. "I really think I like that technique."

         "Mmmmmmm, maybe I should get to it, then."

         "Maybe you should."

         Zac chuckled and and took one long last lick on Tay's sack before moving up to hold his cock again. He finally lifted his butt off the love seat and moved the chair closer to the bed. He wanted nothing to even threaten spoiling the blowjob he planned to give. He again grabbed Tay's shaft with one hand and used the other to fondle the boy's steaming hot balls. He threw one more look up at Taylor, who sighed impatiently and nodded.

         Zac nodded back before glueing the pupils of his eyes on the end of Tay's shaft. He opened wide and dove down on the colossal fuckstick, this time getting it all past his lips within seconds. It was like Taylor had molded his cock in the wet cement that was Zac's throat. Zac didn't hold still this time. He pulled his head back, only to plow forward again, over and over. His mouth became a blur as it rode along the mighty Hanson penis, the scraping ridge of Taylor's cockhead telling Zac whether the dick was coming or going. Zac deep-throated Tay over a dozen times before his nostrils needed to breathe in some air that wasn't clogged with the stench of boy sweat. He popped off the end and slapped the head against his tongue while he inhaled deeply. Zac looked up at his brother. Taylor's angelic face had tightened up, his nose crinkled and eyes closed as he focused on the intense feelings. Zac couldn't recall ever seeing him that focused, even on stage.

         "How'm.....I.....doing?" Zac asked in between the cockmeat tongue lashings.

         "AAAAAAARRRRGH!!!!" Tay looked down at Zac and forcefully guided him back into sucking. Zac was more than happy to oblige. This was the kind of monster he loved creating. He went right back to swallowing his brother's sword balls-deep. Once when he got to the end of the shaft, Zac gave it a love bite, gently slapping Taylor's nuts up and down at the same time. Taylor whistled when he felt the added pressure on his equipment. It was fucking great having a nasty brother. He took a tighter hold on the back of Zac's head and started pumping his schlong past the tonsils of the little bastard he loved so much. Zac always enjoyed it when Taylor fucked his mouth. He liked the feeling of being frozen in place, having the giant delicious pecker rip into his throat like a hunky hurricane. Hurricane Hanson.

         "Ugggggggaaarrrrggghhhhmorrrruuugg," Zac groaned, asking as best as he could for more shaft. Taylor graciously obliged, slamming it in slower, deeper, until he felt Zac's soft lower lip against his testicles. He coaxed Zac's face back and forth and up and down, feeling his hot brother's moist mouth and throat swishing over and around his flaring boink bat. Taylor threw his head back and moved his hips faster. He looked up at the hotel's ceiling through mussed strands of blonde and laughed. He was the rock star, getting blown by his red hot lover on the road. Out of this fucking world.

         Zac was getting anxious. He wanted his brother's jizz faster than this kind of sucking would allow. He jerked his face upwards, loosening Taylor's grip, and went to work. He sucked down about six of Tay's nine inches and jerked the rest. Zac always though that good hard wanking could coax cum out of your balls faster than an expert mouth any day. He preferred to suck on this dick for hours, but he was gonna go berserk if he didn't taste Tay's spunk again real soon.

         "You gonna cum for me?" Zac asked between gulps.

         "So hard I'll blow your fucking head off."

         "Mmmmmm, make sure they bury me with a mouth full of what killed me," Zac said with a wink before stuffing his cheeks with dick again. He slammed Tay's cockhead against the roof of his mouth to send big brother into overdrive. He heard Tay start to moan and felt the meat start to quiver against his tongue. Zac slipped it down his throat and licked the shaft all over. He was so ready for it.

         "Here it comes! AHHHH OHHHH shit Zac!" Taylor rocked up and down, grabbing Zac's shoulders for some kind of stability. "Fuck! Oh fuck, Zac!! How do you....UGH...do it?"

         "Mmmmmmmmmmm......mmmmmmmmmmmmppppphhh......"

         "I'm gonna shoot it down your slutty throat, baby! Here I cum! UGH GOD!!!! YES YES YES!!!!!! SWALLOW IT!!! OHHHH!!!"

          Jets of salty seed cascaded down Zac's gullet, spurt after spurt clogging his mouth and satisfying his animalistic craving. He pulled his mouth away only when he had no more room left. Taylor kept cumming, another two shots slamming against Zac's closed lips and running onto his chest. Zac quickly ate all the juice he had managed to take in, and then scooped up what he hadn't and licked that up, too. He glanced at his beautiful brother, a bundle of jitters and satisfaction as he shook the final drops of sperm off his spent manmeat. Reunited, and it felt so awesome.

          Zac stood up slowly and kissed Taylor deeply, letting his tongue linger so the older teen could get a good taste of his own honey. Taylor moved swiftly to unbuckle Zac's belt. Zac assisted by kicking off his hi-tops. Taylor removed Zac's boxers even faster. Zac's six inches immediately popped up to say hi. Tay moved his hands down Zac's chest before gently squeezing the weighty prick. He leaned down and planted a quick peck on Zac's slick, thick glans, but instead of sucking him down, Tay bolted upright again.

          Tay smirked and moved away from Zac quite secretively. He had an ace up his sleeve, although this ace was normally up his ass. He kicked his legs out, slipping his long-ago discarded Calvins off his knees and onto the floor. He then sprawled on his stomach across the bed, his cock leaving a trickle of cum on the spread. Zac reached out and felt up his brother's unbelievable ass while Taylor reached into the bedside bureau. He closed the drawer and pulled his hand up, smiling.

          It was his dildo. He had never used it with Zac, never even showed it to him, despite numerous pleas. But here it was, long, thick and flesh-colored, everything a fuck tool should be. Taylor ran his mouth over the first few inches. It was picture perfect, causing Zac to instinctively pull on his own pud. Taylor pulled his mouth away and smiled again.

          "Mmmmmmm, my ass is so delicious," he said. "Wanna taste?"

         Zac pounced up in delight and grabbed for the dildo.

         "Not THIS," Taylor said, pulling the toy away. He pointed back to his wagging butt. "You can taste the real thing. I sure wish I could."

         Zac was thrilled. Although Tay had never been particulary excited about offering up his ass before, it was clear he was anxious for it today. Zac crawled over without a word and delicately pried open Taylor's tight asscheeks. He was thrilled to see a very tight red pucker staring back at him. If Taylor did use that fake prick, he used it rarely.

         "You really want my tongue in this pretty butt?" he asked Tay.

         "I want your tongue wherever it can fit, baby."

         Zac leaned down and poked his tongue tentatively around Tay's small ring. He added a little pressure, and slowly the sphincter began to give way. Zac found that Taylor's rear tasted a lot like his cock, just warmer and a little muskier. He loved that musk, though. He loved everything about Tay. Zac dug his tongue a little further into Tay's pussy. He wiggled it around, making Taylor groan repeatedly. Zac spit into the small passage, licking along Taylor's buns and inside of the ring as much as he could. Surely a hot, live tongue felt much more interesting back there than a cold, cheap piece of plastic. Zac was about to find out.

         "Ohhhhhhhh I wanna feel your cock back there," Taylor begged through clenched teeth. "I want you to fuck me in the ass. Please, Zac." He shook his ass upwards to evict Zac's tongue and sat up. He passed the dildo to Zac, who felt its large dimensions. His cock throbbed as he thought about where it had been.

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         "Sit on that, Zac," Taylor urged. "Wait till you feel how that can stretch you out. Further than I can, I'll bet." Zac eyed the toy's length,  along with its formidable girth, and silently agreed with his brother. This thing was going to give him one wild ride. He began to shift so he could shove the dildo underneath his ass, but Taylor interrupted by clearing his throat. "Give me that," he commanded. Zac did so grudgingly, hoping he hadn't ticked Tay off in some way.

          "You're gonna need some moisture back there," Tay said, hocking a gigantic wad of his spit squarely onto the head of the dildo. "Trust me." Zac watched in fascination as Tay sucked on the toy once again, this time to get the saliva well distributed across the head and shaft. Zac had been speechless for some time. He had never seen his brother with such confidence in the bedroom before.

         "Is it ready now?" Zac finally managed to get out as Taylor handed the tool back to him.

         "As ready as can be," he said. "Go ahead. You'll love it."

         Zac smiled and giggled. Like he didn't know he'd love something up his ass? Come on! Zac gripped the big dildo with one hand and situated his ass overhead, pulling one cheek wide open with the free hand. He pushed down with all the might his young beefy frame could muster, and quickly felt the dildo's head enter his experienced asshole. Taylor's blue eyes widened as Zac's hole sank down further on the toy. Zac's eyes closed while his lips puckered into a grin.  He was, Taylor mused, a textbook example of how good teenage boys can feel if they just open themselves up to new penises.

         Zac had fit about five big inches into his bung hole when Taylor crawled over and crouched over Zac exactly like Zac had done with the dildo.

         "I want you to pound my ass so hard that I can't walk today," he said to Zac, "so we have to cancel the press tour and I can stay here and get fucked again. Got it?"

         "Let's see, fuck you, lose all our fans, fuck you again?" Zac laughed. "Go fuck yourself. But....." he reached out to spank the tight butt dangling over his cock, "I WILL slam this gorgeous, milky white ass for as long as I can, Tay. How's that?"

         "Good fucking compromise," Tay replied. Both boys laughed, but there was tension in the air. They were ready to embark on a new stage in their sexual relationship. While Zac made sure the dildo was firmly lodged in his manhole, Taylor lowered his onto Zac's lonely cock. Zac's short rimming session had made Tay's asshole very viable for fucking. Tay reached back and spread his ass with both hands before flopping down full force onto Zac's lap. Obviously, those initial two inches came with more than a little pain.

         "You're fucking nuts," Zac said after Taylor's casual plop-down.

         "And YOU'RE fucking me, aren't you?"

         Tay's question made Zac's ego flare up. He was only looking out for his brother, but apparently Tay could handle it. Good. Zac wasn't about to stop. The heat of Taylor's snug boy pussy around Zac's massive cockhead was intense, a first-degree anal blaze. Zac began to cautiously thrust his cock up further into Taylor's asshole. Tay shrieked girlishly as he felt another inch, then two, push inside of him. Zac's drumstick was turning the singer into a natural soprano.

         "You're so tight, Tay. Remind me to put some coal up here at Christmastime so we'll have some diamonds to fall back on."

         "Shut up and fuck me harder, Santa."

         "You are a ho, ho, ho, Tay!"

          Zac got serious. There were very few reasons he'd found to get serious in life. Fucking was first on the list. He began to move in and out of Taylor's rear, feeling the suction and watching as his proud meat appeared and disappeared at the entrance to Tay's hot hole. With every forward thrust, Zac's rear moved, too, the dildo loosening him up quite a bit, slipping in further and further, nearing his prostate with every shift.

         "You like this cock in your pussy, don't you, Tay?" Zac started pumping harder, enjoying his greatest dominance ever over his brother. "I wonder what all those bitches in the front row would think if they knew. Huh? What if I bent you over and fucked the shit out of you right in front of their mmmmbopping faces, huh? Fuck you just like this. Bend you over and bust this pretty cherry wide open while you sing."

         "Any night, bro," Tay groaned back, loopy from the searing power of Zac's humping, but sincere. Zac's cock was good enough to give that a try one night. He put his hands behind him, onto Zac's muscular chest, and pumped down as Zac pumped up. His own monster prick flailed wildly in front of him as he bounced, slapping against his balls as it jumped about. Zac heard the sound and was reminded of the night before with JTT. He moaned and pumped harder, wanting to get off, wanting to feel an orgasm that was so much more fulfilling than that casual screw. The dildo had reached that gland of glands. Zac couldn't hold his load back much longer.

         "This cock.....is gonna.....shoot in your asssssss, Tay! I'm spewing my load through your.....fuckin' backdoor, you whore!"

         "I'm........beating you to it, baby brother! Holy fuck! HA! WHEW!" Zac picked his head up in time to see an amazing sight. Tay hadn't even touched his dick since Zac's pole entered him, but it was shooting off anyway, four good hard sprays of boiling nut butter squirting into the air and landing audibly on the wall four feet away! Taylor was like Old Faithful, laughing and moaning simultaneously as he leaned back and watched the rest of his copious cream fly all over the room. He kept grinding down onto Zac, enjoying the feeling beyond the very end. He wanted Zac's sperm to shoot four feet into his ravaged rectum.

         "OHHHHHH FUCK!!!!" Baby brother bucked his hips off the bed and, for the first time, just in time, got the whole of his cock into Taylor's asshole. The dildo lifted off the bed with Zac, firmly planted against his prostate. "IT'S TOO HOT TO TAKE, TAY!!!! TOO HOT!!!! OHHHHHHHHH FUCKIN' YEAHHHHHHHHHH!!!" Zac screamed on and on, the bed shaking violently as he came inside Taylor. His cum rocketed from balls to bowels in seconds. Each rope of cream sliced through Taylor's sensitive ass. It felt like fireworks to the poetic teen idol, his butthole saluting his brother's amazing American prong on this, the 4th....of October. Zac slapped Taylor's ass with every spurt, six times before he was all through, making the pale skin flush a bright red. It would've taken a thousand more slaps, though, to make the outside of Tay's rear as raw as the inside. Zac had done exactly what has been asked: he had fucked his lover until both of them, no strangers to great orgasms, had the best pair of climaxes they had ever produced. A true boy slut leaves no job unfinished. Zac collapsed back on the bed after he had spent his greatest load. Taylor carefully slid his tingling ass off Zac's softening pecker. He leaned forward to marvel at his cum sliding down the wall before laying down beside his recovering brother.

         "You know," Zac said, turning his head to gaze into Taylor's famous baby blues, "the thing is, that was so great because I love you. I wanted to say that the whole time, but it's mushy. It would kind of kill the mood." Tay laughed and caressed Zac's cheek.

         "Zac, my precious little sex maniac. Don't you know anything by now? We sing for a living for one reason. One reason alone. Any mood worth setting is set by love."

          Not only did Zac realize then that he and Tay would be lovers for years to come, but he understood that they should've acted on their feelings years ago. Too much time had been wasted before that fateful day in Tulsa, and after that awful night in Denver. Not anymore. Not ever. Every person, it is said, has only one true soul mate in life. Zac Hanson knew he was lucky, for he had found his under the same roof.

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