They played Man from Milwaukee and, when Tay spotted the Grand Piano in the corner, an improvised version of At Christmas. After they finished playing, there was a short question-and-answer session before the headmaster stepped in and said we'd better round it off as we'd already managed to miss half of the first period. The headmaster personally thanked each of the Hanson brothers and ushered us all back into the Green Room to the cheers of the school. All in all, it went a lot better than I expected. If people would only listen to their music rather than making a snap decision based on one song (usually MMMBop) they'd find songs spanning a whole range of musical styles, and probably finding at least one they liked...

"I like your school," anounced Tay as we talked in the Green Room, allowing the crowds to disperse in a supposedly orderly manner from the chapel. "You've only seen one part of it," said Gareth. "It's not all happy-happy sing alongs..." Gareth was the sort of person who wasn't bad or misbehaved on purpose, it just sort of happened to him, and whenever it did, he always ended getting punished as far as the school rules would allow. It usually wasn't his fault either, it generally just happened to him...

Just then, the headmaster poked his head round the door. "Ah, Dean, Gareth, good... I know you're on leave at the moment, Dean, but I was wondering if you wouldn't mind giving your guests a tour of the school. Oh and Gareth, I bumped into oh, whats his name... Kevin - he informs me that you all get around four hours of private tuition a day..." We all looked at each other, grinning "...so I see no reason for you not to take the rest of the week off with Dean, if that suits you all." Gareth and Zac smiled at each other. "That'd be great!" replied Zac, almost a little too enthusiastically.

"You haven't got any outstanding commitments, have you?"

"Uh, I've got a rugby game on Wednesday, sir..."

"I'm sure we'll manage without you on this one occasion... Dean, wehn you've finished, could you bring your guests up to my study - I've got a small proposal for you all..." Whilst normally being ultra precise (albeit a little forgetful), the headmaster was just as good at being completely non-comittal and vague. This was just such an occasion - I knew no matter how many questions I put to him right now he wouldn't let up to what he was thinking about until _he_ wanted to, so I just agreed with him.

Tay looked at me questionningly. I just shrugged - I had just as much of an idea as he did. "OK, lads, I'll see you in about an hour then," and with that, the headmaster vanished again, leaving me, Gareth and three Hansons alone. In a concieled room. With a lockable door. And a comfy sofa. Damn this would be tough - tay looked sooo hot again.

'STOP IT' I mentally yelled at myself again. I was becoming obsessive... "Right, so where do you want to start?" "How the hell do I know - it's your school..."

"Uh, yeah, um OK - I might as well take you on the standard 'prospective parent' run - it's as good as any I suppose..." That was another fairly unique thing about the school - all prospective parents were guided around by other pupils, not members of staff. The thinking behind this was who knew the school better that its own inmates, um, pupils? Of course there were only a select few in each year that could be trusted to do this job 'properly' and give the desired propagander...

We started off walking through the main teaching block, going in to a couple of the classrooms so that the member of staff could give us a quick run-down of their subject and the facilities they had. Next stop were the science labs and then the computer room. Much to Tay's disgust, they were all Acorn Archimedes. His reaction was spot-on - the archimedes is a really shitty RISC based machine that is compatible with itself only. It does, however, have one redeeming feature - it's built like a brick shit-house and consequently is just right for a school environment that doesn't want to do any more than a little light word processing...

After the IT teacher had gone over the machine's good point, we headed towards the music block. This is one of the places that the school's quite well equipped: we actually have our own mini recording studio comprising of a sixteen track multitrack recorder, 24 channel mixer, samplers, MIDI sequencers and a few other keyboards and paraphenalia. It may not seem like a lot, but it's a hell of a lot more than some of our competitors...

Our slightly efemminate music master looked slightly worried as four long-haired hippies burst through his door, but became quite impressed when he found three of them could actually use the equipment to its full potential. What started as a tour of the school soon turned into an improvised jam session, and within ten minutes a completely origional tune had evolved. Tay shoved a disk into the PC and copied the sequence to it so they had something to work from later.

The music teacher was, quite simply, stunned and wanted to know when Ike, Tay and Zac would be starting as pupils. I had to break it to him gently that they lived in the USA and were only here for the next couple of hours... This completed the tour and we headed back towards the Headmaster's study. He welcomed us in and all five of us sat on and around his modestly sized couch he had for such occasions.

"Well, lads, firstly I'm honoured that you could grace us with your presence this morning - If I'd have known you were coming we could have made something slightly bigger out of this than a half-hour assembly...

"Anyway, that's not important now. What I really want to ask you is do you like the school?"

"Sure," replied Ike. "It's not half as bad as these public schools are made out to be. All the teachers seem pretty cool, too."

"Yeah," chipped in Zac. "You'd never get our lot back in Tulsa waving their hands in the air, never mind singing MMMBop..."

"Good, good... My next question is a bit more testing - would you like to stay with us for a while, say a fortnight on an exchange?"

I couldn't believe it! Now I knew our new headmester was a fairly open-minded guy, but I never expected this...

"Ermmm, we'd love to, but I'm not sure if our parents'd approve..." replied Tay.

"Don't answer now - the offer stands. When you've made a decision tell Dean or Gareth and they'll get a message to me, OK? Of course, we'd have to return the favour and send them over to the US for a fortnight. It'd be our first exchange with an American school..."

This was just getting better and better! A whole two weeks staying with Tay at his house! Wow...

"Anyway, I'm pleased to have had the chance to meet you all, and I wish you every success in the future. Oh, would you give this to your parents for me," he said, handing a copy of the school prospectus to Ike. "Just so they know the sort of place you'll be!"

Everyone was quiet as we left his office: Things seemed to be going a little too quickly again. Gareth and Zac were happy, though - they got to spend another few days with one another, as did Tay and myself. We walked slowly round to the back of the school where Kevin was waiting by Dorf, leaning lazily against the bonnet and yawning. That guy must have one of the best jobs in the world...

We all piled back into the van and set off back towards the NEC, Tay thumbing through the prospectus.

"Hey, this you?" he asked me, pointing at a guy dressed in a caving suit and covered from head to toe in thick, black mud.

"Yeah - the cave was supposed to be wet, but it had dried out into a huge underground mud slide. Pretty cool, actually... I'm in there twice more..."

Tay began flicking through all the pictures, trying to find me. He spotted the second one about half way through - I was dangling from the underside of a bridge in a climbing harness, grinning insanely at the camera. He looked at that for a moment and then continued flicking through. He stopped at a full page picture: I was standing in profile on the edge of the swimming pool just before a race in nothing but a pair of blue Speedos, a couple of drips of water running down my side and chest. You couldn't see my hair as it was all tucked up inside a matching blue swimming cap, but my "worldly goods" were quite clearly visible. Personally I couldn't believe thay'd put it in as to a certain eye it could almost be classed as mild erotica...

"Woah," said Tay after about a minute of just staring. "You look so cool like that..."

"Uh, thanks," I said, not really knowing how to reply to such a complement. Tay continued to stare and adjusted the front of his trousers to accomodate his growing size. Just seeing him get hot over my photo started getting me wound up as well.

"You want a hand with that?" I enquired, leaning over and rubbing his now very obvious tent. Tay breathed in sharply, but carried on staring at the pic. I gently unzipped his fly and slid my hand into the boxers, my boxers, he was wearing. I fealt around and allowed my hand to cup his testicles, squeezing them gently before I moved back up and began to slowly rub and squeeze his shaft as much as I could in thie tight confines of his trousers. Tay groaned out loud, causing everyone in the van to look at us, including Kevin.

"I don't mind what the hell you do back there," he chuckled "just keep it off the seats, OK? D'you know how much they cost to have cleaned??"

Gareth and Zac obviously thought what we were doing was a good idea, Zac unbuckling his seatbelt and sitting on Gareth's lap. Gareth undid his belt, lengthened the straps and put it round both of them. He then proceeded to undo Zac's flies... Ike just shook his head and turned round, fixing his eyes on the road infront - desperately trying to clear his mind of the thoughts he was having, probably about Andy...

After another couple of minutes, Tay's breathing became very shallow and suddenly he tried to pump his hips intp my hand, but was prevented from doing so by the seat harness. I felt his dick grow and a second later, my boxers were filled with a fresh load of his cum. I let his dick shrink in my grip, then gently pulled my cum-covered hand out. I grinned at Tay, letting him watch me lick his load from my fingers.

Again, the taste of his sweet cum took my oral senses by storm, sending my head reeling. I then felt his hand dub my bulge through my trousers, tracing the outline of my erect dick from my balls right to the head. He then closed his fingers around the lump and began jerking me. I was so hot I shot my wad within seconds of him doing this, doing all I could to stifle the moans and yells I wanted to make, but still probably making one hell of a racket...

"Hey, no fair," whispered Tay. "I wanted to taste you!"

"And what's stopping you, exactly?" I countered. He took the hint and unzipped my jeans, pushing his hand over the cum soaked cotton. He scooped as much as he could onto his fingertips, and then pulled his hand out, doing his best to not get it on my clothes or Kevin's seats. Bringing the strong smelling liquid to his face, he inhaled deeply before slurping himself clean and rolling the liquid round, trapping it between his tongue and the roof of his mouth before swallowing. We pulled each other to the limits of our seatbelts and kissed, swapping a small amount of each others saliva so we could taste ourselves. For the rest of the journey we sat holding hands in silence, not having to say anything as we'd already said all that needed to be said in our actions...

The traffic was heavy again on our return journey, so it was getting on for half twelve when we pulled into the NEC.

As Dorf neared the trailers, Tay's trailer door opened and for a moment I thought I was seeing double: For all I was worth I could swear a minature Zac Hanson stepped out! The similarity was uncanny - frightening almost. Then two little girls stepped out, and finally two adults.

"Uh oh, brace yourselves!" warned Ike as he opened his door.

"ISSIC!" Yelled little Mac Hanson, racing towards his older brother, arms outstretched. Ike scooped him up and swung him round in the air provoking giggles of excitement from his younger sibling. I couldn't help but smile watching that scene - Mac's giggles said it all.

"Where are Tayles and Za... TAYLES!" he yelled, enthusiasm renewed as Tay stepped out of the van, followed by Zac, Gareth and myself, a hug being extracted from all of us before he would calm down to sub-hyper. I think it just ran in the family.

"Mom, Dad," smiled Tay, giving each of his parents a big hug.

"Hi, honey," said Diane, kissing him on the forehead and terminally embarrasing him simply because I was there. I just thought what marvellous parents he had.

"Who're your friends?" asked Walker, looking at me and Gareth in a slightly apprehensive way.

"Dean! Good to meet you at last! We've heard so much about you from Taylor..."

"Is that good or bad?" I asked, smiling back.

"All good so far," answered Diane, extending her hand to me. I shook it and as I looked into her eyes, I noticed they had the same "deep" look Tay's did. "Well, I might as well introduce you to the less-well-known members of the Hanson clan: This is Mackenzie," she said, pointing over at Mac who walked forward, stuch his hand out and yelled "Howjadoo!" I smiled and shook his hand back.

"And this is Jessica and Avie, our two youngest. Say hello to Dean, girls,"

"Hullo, Dean," said Jessie, swiveling around nervously on the ball of her foot. Avie took a couple of steps back and hid behind Diane's leg. I knealt down and waved at her. She smiled shyly and gave a little wave back, then darted behind her mum's leg again.

"She's a bit shy around strangers. Once she gets to know you she'll be fine..."

"Listen, guys, sorry we missed the concert last night - our flight was delayed and we were stuck in London. We could've tried the train but we'd have ended up here at about four in the morning... Anyway, how'd it go?" asked Walker.

"The crowd here was sooo cool," exclaimed Zac.

"Yeah, seemed like every one of them knew all the words to all the songs,"

"And they were the loudest out of all the gigs we've ever played. And dean managed to save Andy..."

"Huh? Who's Andy?"

"He's Ike's b..." Zac managed to catch himself just in time. "Um, Ike's friend. E slipped off one of the lighting rigs and Dean climbed up and saved him!"

"Zac's exaggerating a little," I said, blushing. I never was any good at taking credit, especially in front of adults.

"No he's not," interrupted Ike. "Andy had knocked himself out when he fell. If Dean hadn't been there I really dunno what would've happened..."

"Sounds like you've had a bit too much fun," smiled Walker. "Anything else you want to tell us?" he asked, eyebrow raised.

"Um, well, Dean's headmaster has offered to take us on an exchange with our school in Tulsa - we'd go to Dean'sschool for a fortnight, and he'd come back over and stay with us at home..."

"Us?"

"Yeah, all three of us," replied Zac. "Gareth as well."

"Who's Gareth?" asked both parents simultaneously, convincved their kids were suffering from selective amnesia.

"Uh, hi," said Gareth, who'd been mooching behind us all.

"He's a friend of Dean's." explained Zac. "I met him at the concert last night and, well, invited him to stay over.

Walker and Diane looked slightly bemused, but realised it was a bit rough on their kids being in the spotlight at such an early age. To keep them away from their friends really didn't help matters, so any they made whilst on tour was OK by them, even if it was slightly unusual that they were staying in the same place long enough for that to happen.

"I'm not sure, Walker... D'you think they'd be OK by themselves in a strange country without us?"

"Come on, Diane, they're used to it! We see more of them on TV than we do in person when they're on tour. They'd be fine."

"So it's cool?" asked Tay, wanting to get a definite yes or no.

"I don't see why not," mulled Walker

"Yesss," yelled Tay and Zac who ran and hugged their parents.

So, I was going to go to America at last! Wow, I never thought it would happen this way - I had the rest of the week and then a WHOLE MONTH to spend with my favourite group and, more to the point, my favourite guy, even if it was at school. Hell, that didn't matter, just as long as I was with him...


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