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		      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--====================987654321_0==_
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