I was dreaming - my mind floating in and out of consciousness. I was with Taylor Hanson - kissing him, feeling him, tasting his most intimate secrets. Then he was kissing me, feeling me, rubbing me; taking me to the peak of ecstasy -- and then some!

Then consciousness kicked my arse back into reality. Oh, but what a dream! My hardon ached for relief under the silk sheets.

Hang on a tic, I don't have silk sheets. My eyes opened slightly. Come to think of it, I don't have a four poster bed either ... I swallowed hard, my brain doing its best to grapple with the barage of facts being hurled at it as it was forced to relinquish the comfort of unconsciousness a bit quicker than usual. Then an arm draped itself over my bare chest. I jumped. I physically jumped, my head whipping round to try and find the owner - my brain making the first correct conclusion of the day in that the arm was actually attached to a person.

"Hi," said the arm's owner.

"Wha.. Who..." I blinked a couple of times trying to focus on the face infront of me. The full moon streamed in through the open window straght into my eyes, not making it any easier. "Tay? Is that you?"

"Who the hell else is it gonna be?" he asked, pulling me closer.

My mind was swimming again; the line between my fantasies and reality becoming even more indistinct. "Tay... Did I... I mean did I really... You know...."

He climbed on top of me, my hard dick pressing into his balls. "Yeah, you sure did," he said, smiling sweetly down on what must've been a completely astonished expression, his hair acting like curains blocking the moon's gaze. "Feel's like you're all hot and bothered again," he said as he slowly ground his hips against me, one of his smooth balls on either side of my dickhead. I couldn't do anything but groan it felt so good. I could smell him - only feintly - but it was so sweet. It was at this time I decided I was in love.

No, wait - this couldn't be happening: I was just a regular kid - did regular things with regular people. "Why me?" I asked, more to my self than anything?

"I could ask the same thing," replied Tay. This confused me slightly.

"Huh?"

"Well, there I am, sitting on a train just listening to my walkman and the cutest guy I've ever seen comes walking right by me, hardly noticing me! I mean, I couldn't just walk up to him and say 'Hey man, you're as cute as hell - wanna be my boyfriend?' now could I? So I decided when he walked back I'd try to remember his face as he walked back from the buffet to, you know, give me something to think about..." Tay looked distinctly embarrased as he said this. "Imagine my surprise when he walks back loaded with food, stops and asks me to sign his napkin! AND he gives me an excuse for me to get my kit off! Man, you don't know how hard it was for me not to pop a woodie when that happened ... I noticed your interest in all the 'wrong' places, you know ..."

"Was I really that unsubtle?"

"I dunno - 'suppose not. I guess it was just me looking for it ... Dean?"

"Yeah?"

"Um, I'm not quite sure how to say this.... I - I think I love you. I mean REALLY love you..."

He didn't know how much this meant to me - the cutest guy in the whole world who could have chosen any of those screaming fans, and probably almost any guy, was lying on top of me, slowly stroking my hardon with his nuts and telling me that he was in love with me!

"If this is a dream, I'll top myself if I ever wake up. Pinch me, Tay..."

"I'll do better than that," he said, reaching for the tube of KY that was still on the bed. I turned over, my heard racing with anticipation. A moment later, I felt Tay's warm breath playing over my buttocks and then his tongue snaking between them, probing for my love hole. He soon found it, pressing his tongue as hard as he could into it. My rosebud soon responded and before I knew it, I could feel Tay's tongue tasting parts of my body no-one had ever tasted before - twisting, swirling and plunging, sending wave after wave of stimulus through my body. Every now and then my arse hole would clamp down around Tay's tongue, and I couldn't believe how good that felt.

All too soon, the lump of flesh that was giving me such pleasure was withdrawn and I almost yelled with frustration - the sensation of being empty contrasting coldly against the feel of his tongue. I did not have long to wait, though - a moment later I felt cool goo being gently spread along my arse-crack and then a finger being slowly slid up inside of me. Then that was withdrawn, but almost immediately replaced with two, stretching my hole with a delicious pleasure/pain as they were rotated. Finally, a third finger joined the other to, making me quickly draw breath. Then again all too soon they were gone, the empty feeling returning.

I felt movement and opened my eyes to reveal a hard five inches of boymeat pointed directly at my lips. All of hell and damnation could not have stopped me taking that throbbing pole into my mouth - dropping the pretenses I simply dove onto Tay's cock in one fell swoop, provoking him to yelp with pleasure. What seemed like only moments later, Tay pulled out: "Woah, man I'm gonna cum if you keep that up! Try the KY, but don't squeeze too hard!"

I squeezed a generous dollop onto the the palm of my hand and encircled the base of Tay's cock, the KY oozing through my fingers as I pulled up the length of his shaft to the head. I then moved my hand back down, gripping slightly tighter and exposing his helmet to the muggy night air. I ran my hand lower still, gently massaging each of Tay's testicles until they were shining with lube, finally returning to gently massage the sensitive tip.

I grabbed the pillow that Tay'd used earlier and pushed it under my hips, my cock and balls sliding easily over the cum-soaked material. Tay moved down the bed and straddled me, leaning forward until he was resting on his elbows. "Tell me to stop if it hurst too much," he whispered into my ear, nibbling slightly at the lobe as he said it and with that, I felt his head part my arse cheeks.

Tay shifted his weight slightly, freeing his right arm so he could guide himself more accurately to his target. I closed my eyes as I felt his helmet come into contact with my quivering rosebud and then, oh-so-gently, he began to push into me. I felt the head enter me and impulsively flexed my ring, causing Tay to shudder. I was secretly surprised that it hadn't hurt - yet...

Once the initial penetration was done, Tay moved his weight onto my back and, like I had done to him, hooked his arms under mine and hugged me tight. "OK?" he asked softly.

"Oh yeah," I replied. I felt him slowly pushing his dick further into me: much further than I'd ever dared put anything myself, until I felt his bollocks resting against my own. During this I only felt the slightest twinge of pain near the end of his stroke, but that was immediately replaced by a feeling so fundamentally different to anything I'd ever felt as the end of his cock pressed aganst my prostate, causing me to gasp out loud and squirt precum onto the pillow below me.

"You all right?"

"Yeah - whatever you're doin', keep doin' it!"

Tay began kissing my neck, ears and shoulders as he gently withdrew his shaft and then delacately thrusting back in. He gradually accelerated his pace as he received only engouraging grunts and moans from me: I was too involved with the incredible feelings that my prostate was giving me as his dick pushed against it. Almost instinctively, I felt the need to thrust my hips back to meet him to accentuate the feelings I was getting, my ring squeezing down on Tay every time he pulled out.

I could feel my inevitable climax coming one step closer with each stroke of Tay's dick, and I guess he could to: His thrusts going at an almost unbelievable speed. Then it happened. His thrusting slowed but became twice as hard and I felt his cock grow and throb inside of me. One final thrust, so hard it felt as if he were trying to get his balls in as well, accompanied a yell so sweet that it brought all of my fantasies as well as the previous day's experiences crashing together infront of my minds eye. I came, my load virtually blasting a hole through the pillowcase and into the bed beneath us, my hole gripping Tay's nob with each shot. Simultaneously, Tay shot his load deep into my bowels with such a force I could almost taste it in my mouth. We matched each other shot for shot, moan for moan.

As we lay together, chests heaving, sweat running from our bodies, my mind tried to rationalise the feelings that I'd just been given. The terms ecstasy, bliss and euphoria, multiplied together thousands of times, didn't even pretend to come close to how I fealt right then. I had no worries or concerns, no fears, no secrets - only an undeniable and unbreakable love for the boy on top of me. The unknown boy who, when MMMBop raced to the top of the UK charts earlier that year, immediately stole my heart, even though I didn't quite know it then...


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