From: noodlesneb@aol.com (NoodlesNeb)
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: Right Kind of Love (M/M, cons, 20)
Date: 1 Nov 1994 22:40:06 -0500

Right Kind of Love (M/M, cons, 20)

Disclaimer:  
Do not read this story if you object to sexually explicit fiction,
particular
if it's gay.  Do not read this story if you are under the legal age in
your
state/province to buy such material.  All characters are fictional and the
creation of the author's imagination.  Any resemblence to any person,
living
or dead, is purely coincidental.


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The Right Kind of Love

	Brad was definitely the foxiest guy standing in the screaming sea
of girls
all waiting to go into the Civic Center auditorium to see the teen idol
Dougie Donovan sing.  In fact, he probably was the only guy that side of
the
stage.  For the handsome twenty-year-old college junior it was his worst
nightmare come true: surrounded by girls around him were screaming,
babbling,
giggling or crying in anticipation of the dark-haired, blue-eyed, handsome
and studly singing sensation.
	The house lights went down and it started, an avalanche of
screams,
earsplitting and vastly irritating.  And that was just for the opening
act,
Tommy Glenn, a cute, blond singer, with a minor hit record.  He danced
well,
Brad thought, funky moves, but didn't sing very well.  It didn't matter
because Brad couldn't hear very much over the screams.  Maybe I should
have
gone downtown, he thought, or at least brought earplugs.
	Tommy sang about six or seven songs, stripping off his shirt about
halfway
through his act.  It took Brad more than a minute to realize that he was
staring at Tommy's glistening, totally buffed, bare torso.  He turned away
and quickly glanced around to see if anyone saw him staring.  Luckily, the
girls surrounding him were much more focused on Tommy's body than he was. 
He
surveyed the crowd around him and determined that he was indeed the only
male
this side of the stage.  Tommy bopped around the stage for two more songs.
He grabbed his crotch a few times, releasing a surge of squeals for the
girls, and Brad licked his lips every time.  
	Tommy left the stage, then came back for two more songs.  Then in
the middle
of his encore he dropped his pants, revealing his sweaty white briefs. 
Brad
was drawn to him and made his way as best he could closer to the stage. 
Brad
gazed at Tommy's smooth, sculpted torso, his big, well-defined pecs and
his
chiseled abs.  Then Brad looked closely at Tommy's ample crotch, trying to
see ... yes, he could see the outline of the head of his cock.  Then Brad
realized he was staring and looked around again.  No one had noticed him
staring; everyone's attention was also on the nearly bare blond singer on
stage.  Most of the young girls were crying and there were a few older
girls
who were licking their chops at the sight.
	Brad went back to his seat to think about what was happening to
him.  He
thought about his attraction to guys, to his baseball teammate Sean, to
Tommy
on stage, and his virtual crush on Dougie.  He felt a deep need to be with
another guy, holding him, touching him, kissing him.  He'd never had sex
with
anyone, though there were a few girls at school that wanted to do it with
him.  He was horny enough to do it but never with a girl.  But he never
had
the confidence to ask another guy.
	Tommy left the stage amid almost unendurable screaming.  Girls all
over the
place were sobbing hysterically at the spectacle of the eighteen-year-old
singer dropping his pants.  The girls returned to their seats near Brad
for a
brief rest.
	"Lisa, I'm going to the bathroom."
	"Thanks for the update," Lisa said sarcastically. "Details at
eleven?"  Brad
made a fist and slammed it against his fist.
	"One of these days, Lisa.  Bang zoom!"  Lisa flinched. "I'll be
right back."
And he trotted off.
	"God, Lisa, why do you like give him such a hard time?" Tammy
asked.
	"Please.  He's such a dork," Lisa replied.
	"Get your eyes checked, Lisa," Tiffany retorted.  "You need new
ones. Your
brother's a total hunk"
	"Yeah, Lisa, he's a complete stud muffin,"  Marcy added.  Lisa
just rolled
her eyes back and huffed in exasperation.

	Brad made his way to the men's rest room, past the long line of
girls at the
women's.  The men's room was deserted.  Brad walked to the urinal and
unzipped his pants.  His cock was still half-hard because of Tommy's
exhibition and as he pissed he thought of him.  He finished up but didn't
put
his cock back into his pants.  He quickly looked around to make sure no
one
was around.  As he fondled himself, his dick grew stiff and he knew he had
to
relieve himself, in the other way, before he went back to the concert.  
	He dashed into an empty stall, dropped his pants and sat down.  He
spat into
his palm and began stroking his stiff seven-inch cock.  With his free
hand,
he unbuttoned his shirt and started caressing his smooth chest and
stomach.
He pictured Tommy stripping completely naked and jerking off on stage.
Tommy's cock would be thin and pink and curve up just a little bit and its
red head would look as if it would burst.  He imagined Tommy caressing his
sweaty body, squeezing his hard pectorals, stroking his washboard stomach,
groping his round, firm, smooth ass.  Brad's hand was a blur as he frigged
his cock hard and fast.  
	He thought of Dougie joining Tommy on stage to jerk off.  Dougie's
body was
leaner than Tommy's.  Dougie's long, thick cock would rise straight out
from
a small patch of black pubic hair.  Just thinking of Dougie like that was
enough to bring him off.  Brad moaned as the luscious burn overwhelmed
him.
His hips started to buck and his legs flexed out.  He gasped loudly as he
started to spurt.  He shot his cum everywhere, on the stall door and
walls.
Some spunk landed on his belly and chest.
	Brad sat still for a moment, catching his breath.  He looked at
the cum on
his hairless chest and began rubbing it with his finger.  Then he scooped
up
a little and jammed his fingers into his mouth.  He loved the taste of
fresh
cum and he wished he could taste some other than his own.  For just an
instant, he wished someone would come into the rest room so he could suck
his
dick and taste his cum.
	Brad cleaned himself up, wiping the remaining cum with some toilet
paper and
flushing it down the toilet.  He fixed his clothes quickly and rushed out
of
the bathroom.

	When he caught up with his sister and her friends, it was time for
Dougie's
show.  The group arrived back at their seats as the lights went down and
the
shrieking resumed.  Flash pots exploded on-stage and Dougie Donovan
appeared.
Dougie wore a black sport jacket over a white tank top, baggy black jeans
and
sneakers.  Brad thought Dougie always dressed better than most teen idols.
	Though he'd never admit it, Brad liked Dougie's music, sort of. 
Sometimes,
when he was alone in his car, he'd even sing along to one of his songs on
the
radio.  And deep down he knew that he was attracted him.  He had swiped a
photo of a bare-chested Dougie from his sister's collection.  He even
thought
of Dougie when he jerked off.  But a macho, star centerfielder doesn't
want
to be seen at a Dougie Donovan concert.  The only reason he was here was
that
his mother promised to make it up to him "in a big way."  Brad hoped it
would
be a new pair of skis.  
 	"Put me on your shoulders, Brad, so I can see better."
	"Give me a break, Lisa."
	"Brad, please," she begged.  Lisa almost never said please to
anyone, much
less Brad.  He relented, bending over to let Lisa climb on his shoulders.
They made their way forward to the stage.  
	Dougie danced around the stage occasionally coming to the front to
reach out
to the shrieking, weeping girls.  Brad tried his best to resist the
temptation to reach out and touch him too.  Dougie reached out for Lisa's
outstretched hand and saw Brad holding her on his shoulders.  He smiled at
Brad and their eyes locked.  Brad noticed how blue Dougie's eyes were. 
And
then it happened.  It was like Dougie was singing right to him.  Lisa
thought
he was singing to her but Brad knew better.  Dougie was looking right in
to
his eyes, singing every word of "You Are My Dream Come True" to him.  But
then Brad's senses came back to him.  There's no way that Dougie could be
singing to him.
	After Dougie finished the song he stepped into the wings for a
moment, and
said something to a burly man, then returned on-stage to sing "Gotta Be
With
You."  Within a few minutes a man came up to Brad and tapped him on the
shoulder.  When he turned as the security guy, Brad thought he was going
to
tell him to get Lisa off his shoulders. 
	"Here!" the man told him as he slipped some laminated cards into
his hand.
"Find ramp seven after the show.  That will take you where you need to go.
These will get through security."  And the man walked away.
	Brad looked at the cards and saw that they said in big black
letters, "BACK
STAGE PASS."  
	"Lisa, look at this."
	"Shut up, Brad," she hissed.  He showed the passes to Lisa's
friends and
they all screamed.  
	
	Brad and the girls had to struggle through the mass of teenage
girls trying
to get back stage.  Brad saw the security guards standing by the door in a
cordoned-off area.  He showed them the passes and they were escorted
inside.
	There were many people waiting to see Dougie.  The girls were so
excited
they were motionless.  Brad had to drag Lisa to make their way through the
small crowd.  He saw Tommy Glenn across the room talking with some older
girls.  He had his arm around one of them in a very friendly way, which
disappointed Brad a little.  
	Finally, the big star of the night made his entrance.  All
attention became
fixed on Dougie as he came into the room from a side door.  Everyone
applauded as he made his way through the crowd, shaking hands of fans,
reporters and Civic Center staff.  
	Then Dougie saw Brad and made a bee line for the handsome young
man.  Dougie
had seen guys as good-looking as Brad before.  Brad had classic,
all-American
looks, sharp features with ash-blond hair and sparkling blue, almost gray,
eyes, a shade lighter than Dougie's own deep black-Irish baby blues.  It
was
obvious that Brad was an athlete with his erect posture, broad shoulders
and
trim physique.  From the moment Dougie saw his face in the audience,
something inside him told him he needed to meet this hot young guy.
	Brad was standing away from the crowd, in a corner, looking a
little
embarrassed.  Dougie came up to him quickly, startling him a bit.
	"I kind of hoped you were a fan,"  Dougie said brightly.
	"I'm not really a fan," Brad explained quickly, then realized he
had just
dissed his host.  "I mean, my sister and her friends are really big fans.
I'm their ... their chaperone"
	"Oh," Dougie responded, slightly disappointed.  "Well, I'm glad
all of you
could make it backstage."
	"Thanks.  You know, I do like some of your music.  It's not all
bad."
	"Not all bad?"  Dougie was semi-insulted.  
	"I mean, I prefer rock, like, alternative music.  Nirvana,
Morrissey,
Erasure, that sort of stuff."
	"Me too."
	"Really?  How come you don't do stuff like that?"
	"I'd like to, but I guess my image is too established for me to
change.
Anyway, I bet if I did make a rock album, everybody'd laugh."
	"I wouldn't.  I mean you've got a really good voice.  It's just
your
material that sucks.  I mean--"
	"I know what you mean," Dougie said, letting Brad off the hook. 
"Listen,
you should here some of the stuff my producer wants me to do that I think
is
pure crap."
	A beautiful woman approached them and whispered something in
Dougie's ear.
Dougie nodded and then turned to Brad.
	"I'll be right back.  I have to go mingle, uh..."
	"Brad, Brad Conner."  
	He extended his hand and Dougie shook it.
	"Brad.  You look like a Brad."
	"And you look like a Dougie."
	Dougie rolled his eyes back.
	"Please, call me Doug," he asked.  "I hate being called Dougie."
	"OK, Doug."
	Doug smiled and winked at him.  Brad smiled back and watched him
go into the
small crowd.  Doug shook hands with a lot of people as he made his way
through to a clutch of vibrating little girls.
	Brad drank another Coke and talked with a reporter from a fan
magazine, who
seemed to want to get know him intimately. Brad was not interested but he
came off as being very shy, which intrigued the woman even more.  Doug
returned just as she was going to invite him to her hotel room.
	"Hey, Brad," Doug interrupted, "why don't we drive around town. 
You can
show me all the hot spots to get babes."  He winked.  Brad was surprised
and
slightly disappointed. Babes? he thought. The woman slunk off.
	"I have to drive my sister and her friends home."
	"We can all go in the limo.  I think they'd like that.  And I can
have one
of my guys drive your car home."
	"I guess that'd be cool."
	"Great.  Let me just tell Paula.  She's my manager."

	The girls were so stunned that they were riding in a limousine
with the one
and only, godlike, gorgeous Dougie Donovan that they said absolutely
nothing
and stared at him for the entire ride.  Brad and Doug talked about
football,
the latest Jean-Claude Van Damme movie (they were both big fans) and the
latest and hippest music.
	The limo pulled in front of Brad's house.  Lisa and the girls
could hardly
bear knowing that their fantastic night was ending.  They gathered the
evidence of their limo ride with their number-one fave star, an
autographed
program, a sweat-soaked towel, and a T-shirt.  The chauffeur opened the
door
and the girls filed out of the back of the limo, stepping onto air.   
	Doug placed his hand on the small of Brad's back.  
	"Let's go scamming for babes," he said, loud enough for the girls
to hear.
Brad turned to see Doug's killer smile inviting him to stay.  Brad hoped
that
grin meant that the only "babe" Doug had in mind was him, and he smiled
back.
	"Lisa," Brad called out, "I'm going to show Doug where the action
is in this
town.  Tell Mom not to wait up for me."  
	Lisa and her friends stood on the lawn, stunned.  Lisa could not
believe
someone so cool and gorgeous as Dougie Donovan wanted to spend time with
her
dorky older brother.  Tiffany, Tammy and Marcy all wished that they could
go
with the boys.  The chauffeur closed the door, then got in the limo and
drove
away.  

	"Do you like Bowie?" Doug asked as he sifted through a pile of
compact
discs.  Brad nodded.
	"Yeah, I like his older stuff," he replied, "Ziggy Stardust,
Diamond Dogs,
Hunky Dory."  
	Doug frowned slightly, "I have just his greatest hits."
	"That's cool."  Brad was nervous.  He didn't know where the night
would
lead, and if he wanted it to end up where he hoped it would end up, in
Doug's
bed.  Doug put the CD into the player and started it.  The soft strains of
a
guitar opened "Space Oddity." 
	"It was kind of easy to spot you.  I think you were the only guy
in the
audience."
	"I sure thought I was,"  Brad replied, slightly embarrassed.
	Doug looked Brad over.  He is cute, he thought, and a really sweet
guy.
	"It was pretty nice of you to chaperone your sister to the
concert.  I know
how guys our age feel about me.  They think all of us teen idols are
fags,"
he sighed, then added "but I'm sure only of one."  And he pointed at
himself.
"I'm not trying to hit on you or anything.  If you want to go, I'll
understand."
	"No, I want to stay," Brad replied.  He took a deep breath, then
smiled
shyly.  "I'm gay, too."  Doug looked at him a little surprised, then
smiled
broadly.
	"I must be the luckiest guy in the world."
	Doug moved and sat next to Brad, putting his hand on his thigh. 
They looked
into each other's eyes.
	"I have to admit," Brad said in a low voice, "I've fantasized
about doing
something like this with you."
	"What do we do in your fantasy?"
	"Well, usually it starts off like this."
	Brad leaned in and kissed Doug tenderly.  Doug embraced Brad,
drawing him
closer to his body.  He noticed how strong Brad's body was, feeling every
muscle in his chest through the light fabric of his shirt.  Doug needed to
see his new friend's body naked, right now, and started unbuttoning his
shirt.
	Brad took off his shirt and started unbuttoning Doug's.  Soon,
they were
checking out each other's lean, hard torsos.
	"You're really ripped," Doug said, feeling Brad's smooth
pectorals.  "I bet
you're a jock."
	"I play baseball for State," Brad replied, "I swim, too."  Brad
ran his
fingers along the lines of Doug's abdominal muscles.  "You look like you
work
out, too."
	"You have to in this business.   Who'd go to see a flabby pop
singer?"
	"Genesis fans?"
	Doug laughed and pulled Brad back on top of him.  They kissed
again, deeper
this time.  Brad let Doug work his tongue into his mouth.  Doug worked his
hands down from Brad's bare back to his tight ass.  
	"Oh, yeah!" Brad moaned.  He reached down and unbuttoned his
jeans.
	"Let's get naked," Doug whispered.  Brad got up and finished
unbuttoning his
jeans, kicking off his sneakers in the process.  Doug got his pants off
along
with his socks, leaving his Calvin Klein briefs on.  Brad wore Hanes and
looked mighty sexy as he leaned back.
	"Are you sure it's cool?" Brad asked, "I mean, with the driver
over there?"
	"Bev's cool.  She's a dyke friend of my manager's.  Hey, let's get
back to
work."
	He stripped off his briefs, releasing his long, thick cock, which
slapped up
against his stomach. Then he knelt on the seat and pulled Brad's briefs
slowly off his long, muscular legs.  Brad's cock was fully hard too,
curving
slightly toward his navel.  Doug moved up so that his cock lay on Brad's. 
He
took them both in his hand.
	"Look, we're both the same size."
	Brad looked at the pair of hard cock in Doug's hand.  It felt wild
to feel
the stud's warm tool against his own.  Both their cock-helmets were
swollen
and purple and looked as if they'd burst.  Brad studied Doug's body, and
put
his hands on his strong shoulders.  It was like a dream to him, being here
in
this limo with Doug, naked, the pop superstar jerking his cock with his
own.
	Doug stroked their cocks slowly, his fingers barely reaching
around the two
thick poles.  He leaned forward and kissed Brad deeply.  Then he kissed
his
neck, moved down his chest to his nipples, taking a moment to suckle each
one.  He traced the outline of Brad's pecs with his tongue then followed
the
muscle line from his chest down to his navel.  His tongue played with
Brad's
outie, tickling Brad a little.  Then he followed to faint line of downy
hair
to Brad's soft pubic bush.  
	He took a deep breath, smelling the slight musk of Brad's groin. 
With his
head on Brad's thigh, Doug stroked his cock, studying it closely.  With
his
finger, he traced the large vein that ran up from his bush up to the ridge
of
the cockhead.  He licked his lips then swallowed Brad's throbbing member
all
the way to the root.
	"Oh man!" Brad gasped.  He'd never felt anything like that on his
cock
before.  
	Doug began slowly licking up and down the shaft, tickling the head
with the
tip of his tongue.  Brad's hips began involuntarily bucking as he came
closer
to cumming.  Doug felt the cock start to pulse and he pulled off.
	"Don't want you to cum too quickly," Doug said.
	"Yeah, let's make it last," Brad replied.  "Let me suck on your
cock."
	"You sure?" Doug asked.
	Brad nodded, smiling and Doug swung his legs around so they were
now in a 69
position.  Doug immediately started sucking on Brad's cock again.  Brad
looked at Doug's cock, hanging stiffly above his face.  He'd never seen
another cock this close before.  Doug's balls hung down loosely in their
hairy sack.  Brad started to lick them.  Doug moaned while still sucking
dick, and sent a shiver of pleasure through his groin.  Brad sucked in one
of
his balls and rolled it around in his mouth, causing Doug to moan again.
Brad wanted to see if he could take both balls in his mouth and sucked in
the
other one.  He massaged them both with his tongue, as Doug continued
working
his mouth on his cock.
	Brad released Doug's balls from his mouth and started licking the
underside
of his throbbing rod.  As Brad started working on his cock, Doug took to
licking and suckling Brad's balls.  Both boys went at it for a while,
alternating between balls and cock.  They both savored the slightly salty
taste of each other's pre-cum that oozed out.  
	Soon, they were both hot enough to make the final run to orgasm. 
Their
heads bobbed furiously on each other's cocks in what seemed like a race to
make the other cum first.  Then Brad's leg muscles contracted, forcing
them
to stretch out.  His toes curled and his cocked pulsed wildly.  Doug
pulled
back a little, getting ready to accept the cum that started to gush into
his
mouth.  Brad groaned loudly as he flooded Doug's mouth with his juice. 
The
taste of Brad's cum started Doug's cock spasming and soon he released a
torrent of sperm himself.
	Brad relished the taste of Doug's cum.  Finally, he got what he'd
wished
for.  His love juice tasted almost like his own but it seemed sweeter. 
They
both gingerly licked up the cum that had dribbled out of their mouths.






	"Man!  That was the greatest!" Brad exclaimed.  Doug shifted his
body and
lay back on the limo seat.  He fondled Brad's balls and softening cock
with
his foot as Brad caressed his calf.
	"You are the sexiest guy I've every laid my eyes on," Doug said
softly.
	"Then you haven't looked in the mirror lately," Brad replied,
smiling.
	Doug sat up crawled back to Brad and stretched on top of him.  He
kissed him
again.  Deeper, this time, with greater passion.  
	"I could fall in love with a guy like you," Brad told him.
	"I think I'm already there," Doug replied and kissed him again.

	The limousine cruised around downtown with the pop star and the
first
baseman for State College lying together naked, making out passionately.
Then, after about an hour, Doug was hungry, and not just for Brad's body.
Doug suggested they go back to his hotel and order from room service. 
Brad
agreed without hesitation, and Doug told Bev, the limo driver, to drive to
the hotel. 
	Doug was staying in a large suite at the hotel.  He and Brad raced
for the
elevators, laughing and horse-playing like two little kids.  They got a
stern
look from the night desk clerk and a knowing one from the bellboy.  They
settled down, giggling, until the elevator arrived.  Then Brad pushed Doug
inside and kissed him as the doors closed.
	They sucked face madly, their hands under each other's shirts,
feeling the
strength of their bodies.  The elevator chimed when they had arrived at
his
floor.  Doug took his hand and led him down they hallway to his room. 
Doug
opened they door with his card-key and they both entered.
	Doug closed the door behind them, as Brad gazed in wonder at the
grand decor
of the suite.  He didn't think there was anything this luxurious in the
entire crummy town.  Doug came up behind him, putting his arms around his
waist.
	"Do you stay in rooms like this all the time?"
	"Just in the smaller cities.  A suite like this costs about the
same as a
regular room in a city like New York.  I like your town.  Everyone's so
friendly and happy."
	"You don't have to live here.  If they knew you were gay, they'd
string you
up in a second."
	"It's like that in my hometown," Doug sighed.  
	"That's why I went to State, to get away from this place."
	"So you're pretty open there about being gay."
	"Actually no," Brad admitted.  "When you're a jock, you have to
put up a big
macho image, you know, loud, obnoxious, horny frat boy."
	Doug laughed as he took Brad by the hand and sat him down on the
sofa.
	"What's so funny?"
	"I was picturing you at a frat party, drinking, carrying on with
some
chick."
	"I never really did anything with girls.  I always told people
that I had a
girlfriend at home."
	"How about guys?"
	"Before you?"  Brad paused, a little embarrassed. "No, I never did
it with
anyone."
	Doug was surprised that Brad had been a virgin, too.
	"I never asked another guy because I was too scared that somebody
would find
out I was gay.  Especially when I was in high school."
	"High school's tough."
	"Did you ever have a boyfriend?"
	"No.  And truthfully, we're a bit more alike than we thought.  I
never had
sex with anyone either."
	"You're still a virgin?"  
	"Was a virgin, remember?"
	"Oh yeah."  Brad smiled.  Deep down, Brad had assumed that Doug
was your
typical, promiscuous rock star, seducing groupies, male or female, on his
tour.  Brad decided against telling him that.
	"So, do you want to sleep over?"  Doug asked, smiling
ingratiatingly.
	"I'll have to ask my mommy first," Brad replied.  "She told me
never to
sleep over with strangers."
	Doug took Brad into his arms and looked him in the eyes.
	"I'm not so strange, am I?"
	Brad kissed him.
	"I thought you were hungry."
	Doug ripped off his shirt and Brad followed his lead and started
undressing.
	"Food can wait," he replied as his stripped off his pants and
underwear,
"I'm hungry for you."
	Brad got his pants off and then grabbed Doug into a tight,  naked
embrace.
They put all their pent-up passion and longing into their kiss.  They
rubbed
their groins slowly against each other, each enjoying the feel of the
other's
pubic hair tickling his cock.  
	"Want to hit the sheets?" Doug whispered.
	"Let's go."
	Doug got off Brad and pulled his new lover up.  He took his hand
and led him
to the bedroom.  Doug pulled Brad with him onto the bed, then moved his
hands
down Brad's torso to his firm ass and squeezed them.  He ran his fingers
through Brad's crack, caressing his smooth skin.  Brad wiggled his butt,
inviting Doug to burrow farther into his ass.  
	When he jerked off, Brad used to put a finger or two up his
asshole and
sometimes found something that he could stick in there.  But he was never
satisfied.  Now he had the chance to have seven inches of pop-star cock
burrow deep into him.  
 	"Fuck me, Doug," Brad whispered,  "I want your thick cock deep in
my ass."
	"Excellent, man.  Then you can fuck me."
	"Yeah!" 
	Their lips slammed together in a passionate kiss as Brad humped
his cock
against Doug's.  Then Doug broke their kiss and reached over to the
nightstand and a condom packet.
	"I thought you said you were a virgin," Brad asked.
	"I am, but I don't have any lube and the condoms are.  And it
feels really
sexy when you got it on.  I like to jerk off with one on."
	Brad smiled and took the condom packet and opened it.  
	"Let me put it on your big..."  He placed the rubber on Doug's
cockhead.
"Thick..."  He started slowly rolling it down the length of his cock.
"Hard..." He stoked his tool to smooth out the air-bubbles from condom.
"Beautiful, manly cock."
	Then Brad moved up and straddled Doug's hips and took the cock in
his hand.
He rubbed his long up and down his ass-crack before placing the head at
his
virginal hole.  He sat back and let the head enter him.  Brad gasped.  The
pain was intense, like nothing he'd felt before.  It hurt but he was
enjoying
the pain.  It made him feel alive.  
	"You OK?" Doug asked.
	"Yeah, it hurts but I'm starting to like it," Brad replied
smiling.
	"Just go slow, we've got all night."
	Doug couldn't get over how tight Brad's asshole was.  And Brad was
reveling
in the sensations of the dilation of his hole.  Once the pain subsided,
Brad
lowered himself on Doug's throbbing tool more, taking the cock helmet and
about an inch in his ass.
	Doug wrapped his fingers around Brad's hard cock and started
jerking it.
Brad groaned from the feeling of his impaling and Doug masturbating him.
Inch by inch Brad slowly took in Doug's hot, throbbing pole until finally,
he
could feel his bristly pubic hair brushing against his smooth asscheeks.
	"You're in me, Doug," Brad announced.  
	"Feels great.  Just ride me, boy."
	Brad started moving his butt up and down on Doug's throbbing pole.
 He
tightened his sphincter with each stroke, gripping his tool and giving new
sensations to Doug's hot cock.  Doug kept stroking Brad's cock slowly,
matching stroke for stroke with him.  
	Soon Brad was riding Doug hard, both of them breathing in loud
gasps.  Doug
was close to coming and pulled Brad down onto him in tight embrace.  He
bucked his hips quickly, driving his cock into his stud.  They kissed
wildly,
licking and nibbling on lips and ears and skin.  	"I'm gonna shoot!"
Doug
moaned.  "Gonna cum in your ass, boy!"
	"Shoot it!" Brad responding, gasping.  "Fill my ass with your
juice!"
	"Brad!" Doug screamed as shuddered and shot load after hot load of
his
creamy, slick juice into the rubber sheath in Brad's young ass.  Brad
groaned
and his cock exploded with salvos of his warm, sticky boyjuice in between
their smooth torsos.
	Brad collapsed on top of Doug, their lean chests heaving.
	"Man!" Doug gasped.  "I've never came like that.  It was so
intense."
	"I know what you mean.  With your big cock in my ass, I thought
I'd never
stop shooting."
	They kissed again, tenderly and lovingly.  Doug caressed Brad's
strong
shoulders as Brad ran his fingers through Doug's silky black hair.  Brad
moved his hips forward a little and let Doug's semi-hard cock slip out of
his
ass.  He turned back and pulled the sloppy condom of his dick.  He held it
up
and saw how much spunk Doug shot into it.  He dipped his finger into it
and
then licked the come off it.  
	"I love the taste of your cum." 
	"I like yours too," he replied as his scooped some jism from his
chest and
licked off his finger.  "I never tasted any except my own."
	Brad smiled and kissed his lover.   
	"Ready for the next round?" Doug asked.
	"You bet.  How do you want to take it?"
	Doug lifted his legs and spread them high and wide.  Brad laughed
then
reached over to the night stand and got another condom.  Doug started
jerking
Brad's cock to stiffen it up again, which was short work.  He opened it
then
gave the rubber to Doug.  Doug unrolled the rubber as Brad had done and
then
gave his buddy's cock a hard squeeze causing Brad to moan.
	"Let me feel this tool up my ass, boy.  Split me in two!"
	Brad didn't need any further invitation and scooted back and knelt
in
between Doug's legs.  He lifted them and pushed them back, exposing Doug's
tight, furry hole to him.  Brad stuck his forefinger into the twitching
sphincter.  It was so warm and he twisted it around for a little bit,
loosening the hole.
	"Stick it in, baby, I'm hot for your big cock!"  Doug pleaded.
	Brad pulled his finger out and then lined up the throbbing helmet
of his
cock to the teen idol's hot hole.  Doug gasped in anticipation of the
invasive pain.  Brad leaned in, slowly penetrating Doug's ass.  He sighed
deeply as the tightness of the singer's sphincter surrounded his cock. 
His
fist was never this tight, Brad thought.  He wished he had done this
before
but was happy that his first time was with such a gorgeous and wonderful
guy
as Doug.
	Doug moaned again when he felt Brad's balls rub up against his
ass.  He was
enjoying the sensations coming from his ass, pain like he'd never felt
before.  It was an exquisite pain that was like an electric current that
zapped his entire body.  
	"Fuck me hard, Brad!" Doug screamed, not caring if the whole hotel
heard
him.  He wrapped his bare legs around the athlete's hips, his feet
crossing
on his butt.  "Slam it into me!" he ordered.
	With that command, Brad started thrusting his hips and driving his
cock in
and out of the young man's tight asshole.  He went slow at first, finding
a
rhythm.  He started to pick up speed as Doug's hole relaxed and juiced up
a
little.  
	Doug was in such a sexual delirium that he didn't see his prick
was
steel-hard again and dribbling pre-cum.  With each hard slam from Brad,
Doug's cock slapped against his abs.
	"Oh, baby," Brad moaned, "you're so tight.  I love your ass, baby.
 Fucking
this tight ass."
	Doug mumbled "Fuck me" over and over again in a delirious sex
mantra.  Brad
intensified the speed and roughness of his thrust.  Doug knew Brad was
close
to cumming and started jerk his cock with one hand and squeezing Brad's
firm
pecs with the other.  
	"I'm gonna shoot!" Brad grunted.
	"Shoot it, baby!  Cream my ass!"  He frigged his cock even faster.
 "I wanna
come with you, baby!  Make me cum with you!"
	"Take it, Doug!" Brad cried out.  "Gonna shoot!"  He growled and
shivered as
his cock exploded and blasted a huge load of jock-boy jism into the pop
singer's ass.  Doug's asshole clamped tightly, trying squeeze all the jism
out of Brad's cock.  Doug's cock started spurting love juice all over his
chest and face and a couple of shots hit the headboard.
	Both boys collapsed in heaving, sweating, naked pile.  Brad kissed
Doug all
over his face, licking the sweat off his cheeks and brow.  Doug nipped at
his
ear as his clutched the jock's tight buns.  
	"I can't believe it," Brad whispered.  "I just fucked another guy
and it was
the greatest."
	Brad kissed Doug again before he could say anything.  Both boys
wished they
could stay like this forever, just the two of them, naked and fucking each
other's brains out.
	But both of them knew that would not be so.  Doug had to continue
his tour
and Brad had to go back to school Monday.  
	"I'm all covered in cum," Doug said, softly chuckling.  Brad
pushed himself
up, their chest slightly sticking.
	"Maybe we should take a shower," Brad replied.  
	He sat up and his fat cock, now soft, slid out of Doug's anus
easily.  Doug
took the condom and performed the same tasting ritual Brad had done with
his
condom.
	"Let's go, stud."
	Brad got off the bed and pulled Doug up and they both walked to
the
bathroom.  Doug flicked on the light then moved to the bathtub and turned
on
the water.  Brad studied Doug's naked body in the full light, the fine
definition in his muscles, the light dusting of hair on his strong legs
and
that tight perfect ass.  He knew then why millions of girls screamed at
the
mere mention of his name.  Doug was indeed an idol and he was his
number-one
worshipper.  
	Doug stood and looked over to his new friend leaning against the
sink.
Brad's body was like a sculpture by Michaelangelo, beautifully lean and
sinewy, every muscle visible under the luster of his delicate, alabaster
skin, with his beautiful and perfect cock.  If Brad every became a
professional ball player, he'd be a big star, Doug thought.  With his
all-American good looks, he'd be the idol of millions of men and boys, all
of
them wishing they were like him and hoping they'd grow up to be him.  He
realized how lucky he was to find in that sea of screaming females, one
gorgeous boy.
	Doug cocked his head in the direction of the shower, inviting him
in.  He
stepped into the tub and Brad joined in right behind.  Doug wet himself in
the warm spray then invited Brad to do the same.  As they switched places,
Doug took Brad in his arms and hugged him tightly.
	"Brad," he whispered, "I don't want you to think this is it, just
one night.
I definitely want to see you again."	"I want this go on, too," Brad
replied,
"but..."
	"But you have school and I have to finish my tour.  I guess this
is going to
be a long-distance relationship."
	Brad smiled and pulled him closer, then kissed him.
	"We can figure out the details later," he said softly.  "Right now
this is
the farthest I want to be from you."  Then he kissed him.

	They finished their shower and returned to bed and soon feel
asleep,
snuggled in each other's arms.  
	They awoke the next morning early, each boy with a raging hard-on.
 Brad
smiled at Doug, who looked even more sexy than he remembered.  His hair
was
tousled and he had a sleepy look on his face.  Brad took Doug's stiff cock
in
his hand and began jerking it slowly.  Doug moaned softly and then took
Brad's cock and started jerking it, too.  
	"I like starting the day with a good clean jerk-off," Brad said
raspily.
	"I think we should start the day with something else."
	Then he threw the covers off and then shifted around so that his
head was at
Brad's crotch and his crotch was at Brad's.  They both went down on each
other at the same time and started working their hard tools.  
	Doug shot first, flooding Brad's mouth with his delicious
boy-cream.  That
made Brad start to spurt and Doug quickly swallowed all of his juice. 
They
licked each other's cock clean, neither wanting to waste a drop of their
love-juice.
	Brad leaned back and thought about the future, if they could
really make
this relationship work.  Doug had his entire career to think about.  If it
got out that he was gay, he might be finished.  And his own dream of being
a
major league baseball player might be clouded if everybody knew he was
gay.
	But he loved Doug.  It was instant, from the first time their eyes
met.  He
wanted to make a life with him and be with him forever.
	And so did Doug.  He, too, had fallen in love with Brad when he
spotted him
at the concert.
	"I think we can do this, Brad."
	"I want to.  I mean, I don't think I could ever find another guy
more
perfect than you."
	"Listen, I'm going to Australia right after Christmas.  You'll be
done with
school by then, won't you?"
	"Yeah."
	"So why don't you come along with me?"
	Brad smiled then crawled on top of Doug.
	"I've always wanted to go to Australia."
	"I'll call you while I'm on the road and write you every day,"
Doug said
with a sly grin.
	"Write me every day, huh?  It'd be great to hear from you."
	"I'm going to miss you, Brad."
	"Ditto."
	They kissed.

THE END.