Once they'd cleared off completely, we headed towards our respective trailers. We reached Ike's first and Ike directed Andy inside. Just before he himself went in, he pulled me closer and whispered "Thank you" into my ear, and gave me a peck on the cheek. I was starting to like Ike more and more as time went by: I'd never really given him the time of day before I'd come here. Sure, he lead a lot of the songs and without him, their harmonies would lack the re-enforcement the sheer power of his voice provided, but he seemed less of an interesting character than his younger siblings. Now I was begining to see him in a different light, much as I had Taylor those few months ago at Alton Towers.

As Tay, Zac, Gareth and myself stepped into Tay's trailer, I honestly thought by bed Tay'd meant sleep. I should've guessed otherwise by that hungry look he had in his eyes after he'd sent the girls packing. I still couldn't believe they'd fallen for that. Sod's law one of them would turn up, though, if only to prove a point...

Anyway, the moment the door had closed behind us, Tay locked it and leapt on me, sending me flying onto the bed. I couldn't believe how hyped he was, rivaling Zac for enthusiasm! Just goes to show the amount of adrenaline performing infront of a few thousand people provides...

He sat on my stomach and pulled the band from his hair, his ponytail morphing into long, flowing locks. I reached up and ran the back of my hand over his soft cheek, his skin being covered in that barely detectable fuzz of adolescence. I was rapidly becoming aroused, my tight jeans not helping the situation by forcing my dick into the most bizarre contortions. Tay was experiencing a similar problem, although his baggy trousers gave much more scope for him to "grow into", so to speak.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Gareth staring at us, not quite comprehending what he was seeing. Then Zac took a hold of his hand making him jump slightly and, surprisingly, led him gently to his own bed at the other end of the trailer. I doubted very much that he'd be cold this evening...

Tay leant forward and started subbing my chest. It tickled slightly, but that soon gave way to the feeling of his hands gently rubbing all over me. The shirt I was wearing wasn't tucked into my jeans, so every time he rubbed upwards, the whole shirt would move creating a delicious feeling everywhere. I was not only my sick getting hard - my nipples could not put up with this for a second longer and became erect also. As Tay's hands ran over them, he fealt it and diverted all of his attention to them, causing me to writhe in bliss beneath him.

Not content with having to feel my chest through the cotton of my shirt, he slowly unbuttoned it and opened the front, resuming his rubbing. He let his hands glide down from my developing pecs to what little I had of a six-pack (I'd been working on it for a while and was just starting to get the desired results...), tracing his fingers down the centre. Again not content with the limited contact he had, he leant forward and followed his fingers with his tongue. He licked over each subtle ridge on my chest and, whilst he was tonging my "innie" with great passion, proceeded to undo my belt and jeans.

As soon as my flies were undone, my boner announced itself by producing a tent big enough to pull the waistband away from my stomach. Tay "Mmmmm"'d his satisfaction and planted his mouth right over the end of my covered cock, sucking the spot of precum that had formed and depositing his spit all over the shape of my shaft. I decided that Tay was being a bit to modest, so I sat up and gently pulled his T-shirt over his head, exposing his mildly muscled chest. I moved my to his chest, circling his nipples with my forefingers as he did to me. Somehow, we'd managed to get sat in such a way that tay was sat on my lap, his legs extending behind me, my dick pressing firmly into his.

It took only seconds for us to start kissing, each of us running our hands through the other's hair. Tay tasted so sweet to me, and for a moment, we breathed from each other's lungs as we kissed.

Over in the other trailer, Ike and Andy were sitting rather awkwardly next to each other on Ike's bed, neither one of them wanting to make the first move or really knowing what to expect. Ike's mind was racing - a part of him still didn't really want to admit that he was in love with another lad whereas the overwhelming majority of his mind was shouting at him: "Kiss him you fool!". "What the hell," reasoned Ike and lean over, planting his lips firmly on Andy's.

The ice broken, nature soon began to take over, them both instinctively knowing what would make the other feel good. They gradually lay back onto the bed, still locked mouth to mouth, but now having a more free range with their hands. Ike, still being slightly restrained settled for Andy's well-muscled chest, feeling the huge bulges of his pecks through his shirt. Andy didn't have the same inhibitions, however, and dived straight for Ike's crotch, unzipping his jeans and snaking his hand inside to find his prize. He didn't have to look for long - there are only a limited number of places seven-and-a-half inches of teen cock could live, especially in the aroused state he was in right now.

Ike groaned loudly. Never in his seventeen years had another bloke ever touched his cock in order to provide pleasure and pleasure only. It was far beyond anything he'd ever imagined, Andy's expert hand moving in a way only lad's know about. This caused Ike to drop every last inhibiton about what he was doing: It felt so right, so natural that it couldn't possibly be wrong. He silently scolded himself for being so tight-arsed the last few months when it dawned on him what he'd been missing.

There and then he made a vow he'd make up for lost time and, so thinking, undid Andy's belt and jeans and started sliding them down. Andy helped by lifting himself up slightly, so making Ike's job easier. This continued for a couple of minutes until they were both completely naked. Andy pulled away from Ike slightly to survey his prize, and gently shook his head. Infront of him lay 130lbs of naked Clarke Isaac Hanson, complete with long, frizzy hair and dick pointing heavenwards.

Andy had considered himself the luckiest guy alive when his dad asked him if, after he'd left school that summer, he wanted to come on tour with him. When he'd asked who with and he'd been given the answer "Hanson", there was no stopping him. Just the chance to get to see the odd glimpse of Ike, perhaps even talk to him, was almost too much for him to comprehend.

When he was actually working on the gigs, to see Ike keep looking at him in a half-vacant "I want you" way was enough to fuel his fantasies for the next few years, even though he'd reasoned it was just a product of his over-active, hormone-charged imagination.

Since then, he'd talked to Ike, but always got the impression he didn't want to let him get too close. No matter how hard he tried, Ike wouldn't let him near - not even as a casual friend, yet he was sure he kept looking at him.

It was this situation Andy was thinking about when he fell from the lighting gantry yesterday. "Why does he act so remote," he thought. "What am I doin' wrong?". He was so caught up in his thoughts that he didn't notice the spot of grease left by one of the winch cables on the bar he was crawling along. Before he really knew what'd happened, his hand had slipped from under him, causing him to roll off the gantry. He swung down and hit his head hard against an upright. Everything went black.

"He'll be OK, won't he? Jesus, Andy..." Who was that? He definitelty knew the voice. But he didn't know anyone. No names, no places, nothing. But he did know there was a splitting pain in his head, and groaned.

"He's coming round," someone yelled. Coming round where? Could no one make any sense?

"Andrew? Andrew, can you hear me?"

Who was that? Then a face swam infront of his sightless eyes. It was his father. Only his father ever called him Andrew.

"Andrew, I want you to open your eyes for me..."

"Nnngh, just another five minutes, dad? Pleeeese...." He emplored, wanting everything to go away. Then it did, silence and darkness isolating his senses.

He woke up to see a face peering down over him.

"Andy? Are you OK?"

'I'm dreaming,' he thought as the face of Isaac Hanson gradually came into focus. He squinted to try and aid the process...

"Ike? Is that you?"

"Yeah," grinned back the face. Andy's heart gave a leap in his chest.

"Where am I?"

"Hospital. You fell off of that lighting rig, remember?"

"No..."

"Dean abseiled down and got you to the ground!"

"Who's Dean?"

"He's Tay's boyfr... Um, friend he's got staying..." Andy may have been only just regaining consciousness, but he'd latched onto every word. "Listen, Andy, there's something I've gotta tell you, OK? You may not like it..."

"I will be able to walk again, won't I?" he asked in a panicked voice.

"Huh? Oh yeah, sure - nothing like that..." Andy breathed a deep sigh relief

"Andy, I er... I... I love you."

He never just said that, surely... "Huh?"

"I said 'I love you'" and so saying, kissed him briefly on the lips...

"Are you just gonna sit there looking or do I have to come 'get' you?" asked Ike, snapping Andy's mind back to the present. Not waiting for a reply, Ike reached over and ran his fingers through his thick pubes, and then up his circumcised cock, causing his body to arch with pleasure. Drawing closer together again, they resumed their kissing, probing each others mhouths with their tongues, first one way and then the other.

Ike's cock was aching for release, so he climbed on top of Andy, pressing their cocks together with a delicious pressure so good that neither of them wanted it to end. Again instinct took over and Ike began thrusting rhythmically against his lover beneath him, who responded by meeting his thrusts with his own. The tempo gradually increased until Andy yelled

"STOP! I'm gonna cum..."

Without really thinking about it, Ike turned round so that his head was level with Andy's crotch. He could see his dick spasming, desperately trying to hold back the river of cum that was doing its best to escape the confines of his balls. Andy surprised him by grabbing his dick and pressing it against his face, almost becoming intoxicated by the strong male odour origionating from it.

Ike took Andy's throbbing hunk of meat into his mouth, running his tongue all around the circumcised head and sucking hard. Andy returned the favour and, holding the head of Ike's cock delicately between his lips, sucked hard and used his right hand to beat the shaft. This did nothing but encourage Ike to suck harder and lick more ferociously, now bobbing his head up and down, Andy's dick crashing into the back of his throat.

Andy couldn't have lasted any longer with all the will in the world (who could have?!) and surrendered to the feelings - his cock ejecting spurt upon spurt of thick, hot teen cum righht into Ike's mouth.

The taste of the warm, salty liquid on this tongue, the sight of his muscular legs, the feeling of him sucking on his dick, the sound of his heavy breathing and the smell of his cum assaulted Ike's senses to such an extent he too could no longer hold back: With a loud grunt he thrust his dick right down Andy's willing throat and six strong spurts of his cum erupted from its tip.

Feeling Ike convulse on top of him and the taste of his cum gave Andy a second mini-orgasm, his dick spasming again, but no cum. However the feeling was there and that was all that mattered.

Every time he did it I couldn't believe how good it felt. Tay's dick was buried to the hilt in my arse, and boy did it feel good! His arms wrapped around me from behinf and I felt his youthful chest come into full contact with my back. Once again, a complete state of utopia was achieved. Ther was no meditiation technique, no psychiatrist, no drug that could even contemplate creating such an overwhealming feeling of wellbeing...

Tay's strokes gradually became longer as he settled into a gentle rhythm, nibbling on my ears and kissing me all over my cheeks and neck. Every time he pushed in to me, he knew just the right angle to press at so his dick gently prodded my prostate, sending small tremours throughout my entire body.

We were getting closer and closer to our mutual goal, so I decided to urge Tay on slightly by squeezing down on him with my arse. He soon got the messgae and began to pick up speed. However, the hugging position we were in did't allow full articulation of his hips, so he lifted himself off me with his arms and began fucking me with all he had, his balls slapping my own with increased regularity. This was getting too much for me - each of his thrusts sent my dick into a small, slick patch on the sheets, creating a feeling much like that of my own hand. As this continued, my foreskin slipped behind the ridge of my dickhead, so doubling the stimulus. I could no longer resist and as I began to shoot my load into a big pool on the bed, Tay simultaneously injected the contents of his balls deep Into me, practically screaming with emotion as he did so.

As our simultaneous climaxes meled into post-sex bliss, we became aware of quite a comotion from the other end of the trailer. We both had a good idea of what was going on, but more for curiosity's sake, decided to see for ourselves.

The scene that presented itself to us as we creapt off Tay's bed was another of those "once seen, never forgotten" types: Laid spread-eagled on Zac's bed was Gareth in nothing but his tight white briefs, a very noticable tent in the front of them. Zac (who was completely naked, his four inches sticking out agresively in front of him) was just getting onto the bed but was armed - a large bottle of Johnson's Baby Oil was in his hand. Where the hell he'd got that from was anyone's guess...

As we watched, he flipped open the top and allowed a small amount to run out onto the palm of his hand. He carefully closed the top of the bottle and began to rub Gareth's chest, producing the appropriate moans and writhes from him. Not being satisfied with the effect he was getting with the oil, Zac took things to his generic "all-out" level. Grabbing the baby lotion again, he unscrewed the cap completely and simply tipped the majority of the contents onto the body beneath him. Gareth yelled as the oil was cold and took him by surprise, but when Zac proceeded to pull his now slippy kegs off him, he soon shut up. From what I could see, Gareth had a fairly decent four-and-a-bit inches on him, topped by a small, but noticable, patch of dark blonde pubic hair, now matted together by the oil. I immediately decided Tay and myself would have to try this some time...

Once Gareth was completely de-robed, Zac leapt on top of him and pimply slipped around, rubbing his dick over everything he possibly could. Both their bodies were shining with sweat and oil, accentuating Gareth's muscles. He was a swimmer and as a consequence had one of those to-die-for "bubble butts" and thighs that simply would not quit... He also had a six pack that I was quite envious of, but that didn't matter now. What did matter was that he and Zac were kissing, licking, sliding and generally giving each other feelings they couldn't have imagined were possible.

I glanced over at Tay - he was hard again (as was I) and stroking himself, watching his sibling give all he had to Gareth. I moved my had over to him, taking over his stroking. He looked at me, and did the same, running the tips of his fingers under the head of my dick, right on that sensitive spot...

Gareth was quite obviously getting into this in a big way: He was now on top, his hips rubbing against Zac at a quite unbelievable speed. Then Zac gave Gareth an invetation that couldn't be refused. He lifted his legs up, opening his little hole to Gareth. He moved down slightly so the tip of his dick slipped over Zac's balls and down into his crack, causing Zac to gasp, more with anticipation than anything else I suppose. He began to push forward and, thanks to the gallons of baby oil, slipped into him easily. Zac smiled so widely I thought the corners of his mouth were going to meet his ears! Gareth wasted no time and began ploughing into Zac's arse with (forgive the expression) gay abandon. Zac reached down and began yanking on his cock, making his balls jump up and down against Gareth's pubes. Within moments, Gareth yelled and pushed hard into Zac, moving him about a foot up the bed, his arse muscles tensing and relaxing as he pumped his seed into Zac. Shortly, Zac yelled even louder, and pumped a very respectable five spurts in a big arc onto his smooth chest. Gareth, without the slightest hesitation, leant forward and licked up all Zac had to give and swallowed immediately.

I felt Tay tense in my hand, so I quickly squatted infront of him, allowing him to cover my face in his cum...


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