This is my first story.  I’ll say it simply: if you’re reading this and you aren’t supposed to, then just don’t get caught. If I told you not to read it I’d be a hypocrite, because that’s exactly what I’d do in your position, and I can hardly blame you for being curious at the very least. But be warned-this story contains sexual innuendo concerning innocent acts between two boys: myself and Zachary Hanson. None of it actually happened, or indeed ever will, I’m sure, but hey, I can dream can’t I? No slight intended on Mr. Hanson, of course, for whom I have the utmost respect and regard.

-Bastian

Bastian and Hanson:  Let Loose the Flood (chapter 27-wow!)

"I’d give my left nut for a cold coke right now."

"A coke!?"

"Yeah, sure. What’s wrong with having a coke after sex?"

"Nothing. But I wouldn’t sacrifice one of my nuts for a drink."

"I would. But not a coke," Zac said, and he flashed me a wicked smile.

"Dream on loverboy. I’d never charge you for a drink. At least, not that much."

"It’s worth more than one of my nuts."

"Just shut up about your nuts, Zac," I reached over to cup them and roll them around under the water with a soapy hand. Our cocks were only recently deflated, and for some reason they didn’t seem of a mind to get hard again any time soon. Which I suppose was good, otherwise we might’ve spent the whole day in that tub-o-wonder.

Zac shut his eyes and hummed.

"So what do you guys do when you’re in a town by yourself for a show?"

"You mean for fun? I guess we just do stuff. You know, go see movies, blade, check out the town to see what it’s got."

"There’s not much here."

"You’re here. Besides, it’s nice to be able to rest for a while. No shows, no rehearsals, and no fucking school."

"Oh I know, right?," I agreed. It’s a California saying kinda thing.

"Yeah, right," he said, squinting an eye at me. Then he shoved me back into the water.

"Time to rinse," he said, a cackling laugh coming from somewhere above the water. I fought my way up, but by the time I had the water out of my eyes I was seeing his ass as he bent over to get out. Despite the pleasure of the sight.....no fucking way, I thought, and I ran after him. He turned on me with a big white towel in hand and caught me in his arms, wrapping the towel around me and hugging me to him. He kissed me lightly on my cheek and brushed my wet hair back from my face. He reached down and grabbed a ring and caught his hair back into its ponytail. Then he leaned in and kissed me again, and I wanted to hold onto him but my arms were on the wrong side of the blanket. I lifted them to get them above the top of the towel, but Zac surprised me. He tried to sit down and pull me down with him, but I was quicker.

I grinned, because I’d rolled off his lap while holding one of his hands, and he was all of a sudden on top of me and wrapped up in the towel. He was still a little soapy; let’s face it, bathwater will never get you completely rinsed off. But anyway, the soap made him just the right amount of slippery, and I was able to move my hands all over him with minimal resistance while we kissed.

The kiss became more passionate, but not too intense. We were just enjoying ourselves, and I let my hand dip down into the soap-slick top of his crack, rubbing his tailbone lightly. Zac giggled because it tickled, and then he rolled off me, freeing himself from the towel. He sat up and eyeballed me laying naked on the floor in front of him. He reached over with the towel and started drying me off, ordering me to roll over when my front had been done. He paid special attention to my ass, I noticed, but I didn’t mind it one bit. Then I did him, kneeling down over him to let our cocks touch while I slowly dried him face and chest, getting myself wet again as our legs slid over themselves.

He looked up at me seductively.

"You want to do it again?"

"What, now?!"

"Sure, why not?"

"Well, for one I’m hungry, not thirsty."

"Oh," he looked disappointed. "Here, feast on me," he said, spreading his legs and jutting his hips obscenely.

"I’ll make it up to you, I promise," I said, trying to stand up to get dressed.

"Well, in that case," he reached up and pulled me down to his lips. We kissed for a few minutes and then got up and finished dressing.

"So what the hell are we gonna do today?"

"I thought you said you wanted to rest."

"We have rested." I don’t think I would’ve called it that.

"That’s the only thing we haven’t done, you mean."

"Aw, come on, we slept for a while, and now we’re clean. We might as well do something. I don’t want to stay in here forever." I started having flashbacks to my dream.

"Okay, as long as we don’t go to any music stores." He looked at me weird.

"Huh? Why not?"

"Just a hunch."

"Oooookayyyyyyy," he said, drawing it out. "So, you still hungry?"

"Yup," I said, my stomach loudly affirming. I grabbed him and dragged him to the kitchen. Just our luck there weren’t shit to eat.

"Well, in that case how ‘bout McDonalds? I’m buying," he said, sitting down to put on his skates without waiting for an answer. Fine, I thought, and I got my skates on. It turned into a race-one that I let him win.

"Ha ha, right!" he said, leaving me in his dust as he flew out of the lobby. Jim and I followed behind. We tried to not let him know we were going anywhere, but he heard the door open and out he came. Now we had to drag him around with us, which really sucked. It turned out that Jim was a really good bodyguard-the kind that could follow thirty feet away and still keep Zac perfectly safe, which was good because it let us have a little privacy at least. We did our part by not trying to get away from him.

"I tried that once, and he was right next to me the rest of the day. We made a deal. I don’t try to run away, and he doesn’t always stare over my shoulder." Something nagged me.

"Do you think he knows about, you know, us?"

"Of course he knows," Zac rolled his eyes, "He’s paid to know. He’s not paid to tell, though, so don’t worry about it. He won’t say anything to anyone." We found McDonalds politely empty in the early afternoon. It was a beautiful day, and we enjoyed ourselves in it, skating around town, stopping here, looking there, generally having fun. We didn’t have to be anywhere, and we had the whole place to ourselves since school was in for everyone else, and the adults were all at work. We got tired of the city really fast, though, so we loaded up into one of the Rovers and went back to the Masterson’s where I at least knew where everything was.

"What’s over there?" He asked, waving his arm at the Loggeroad. No-one knows why it’s called the Loggeroad-it just is. The Loggeroad was a really windy road that wove through the hills and around the edges of the forest. It led to a little dam, and it was one of the most beautiful roads I’ve ever been on. It lay at the end of a houseless street, with no signs or anything to tell what it was. From just looking at it you’d think that it went into the woods a little way and then stopped at some house or something because it was unmarked and so secluded.

"I dunno, let’s go find out," I said, knowing damn well what was back there, but wanting to surprise him nonetheless. We didn’t have anything else to do. I took his hand in mine and we started up the first hill. The cool thing about the Loggeroad was that, after the first hill, you had enough momentum to keep going, even though it was one of the most hilly roads in the area. It wound around the hillside, and down on the opposite end to the valley below. We could hear the water churning from the top it was so loud, and it got louder as we screamed down the hill towards it.

Zac, being Zac, stopped at a random flat spot. Me, being me, and also being more interested in looking at his rather picturesque thighs beneath his shorts, I ran right into him, and we both fell.

Right into the water.

Great, so since it’s water there’s no cuts or scrapes or anything else.

"Fuck! It’s COLD!" Zac spluttered, waving his arms frantically, trying to keep his head above the waves he was making.

"Why’d you STOP!?"

"It was the end of the road. And I didn’t really want to go swimming. This is too FUCKING COLD!!!!!" He yelled again, turning blue and eyeing me accusingly.

"Sorry!"

"My nuts just turned into fucking raisins," he grinned, his teeth chattering as he tried to laugh. I grinned.

"I’m still hungry," I said, although, to be perfectly honest, chewing his fruit was farthest from my mind.

"Shit, you’re hornier than I am! How can you think with your dick when it’s so small you can’t even see it?"

"It’s a talent," said, clambering up the side of the shore. There was no gentle slope; it was just a tiny three foot cliff, but there were roots and things sticking out that you could grab onto.

"You boys okay down there?" Jim called from above.

"Yeah, we’re fine. Just a little cold," Zac said, looking at me.

"I said I was sorry," I said, but it didn’t come out like that because my teeth kept getting in the way. The water dripped from my clothes in several steady streams, and the chill air made me want to shrivel up into myself (and part of me already had).

"Why weren’t you watching where you were going?"

"I think that was the problem," Jim piped up. I glared at him and his smart ass smirk.

"Yeah yeah, can we go home now? I’m fucking freezing," I chattered. I could feel my teeth turning blue.

"Not yet," he said, looking around. "We need to go there first," he said, pointing to the little shack at the end of the road. It was about a quarter mile away.

"Why?" Zac whined. Jim just helped him get started in a forward direction.

"This is a dam. There has to be a place where the people that work the dam stay. And they’ll also have supplies for ‘accidents’ such as this," he said, eyeing me.

"Look, I said I was sorry."

"Let’s just get to the station, shall we?" Jim said, and he started down the road with Zac by his jacket and me in tow. It had been a beautiful day. Now it was just fucking cold, and I felt like a complete sod.

We got the what turned out to be a ranger station, unmanned but unlocked for emergencies. It didn’t matter: there wasn’t much in there but a first aid kit. We dug through that and found blankets and other, less useful stuff. He started a fire in the fireplace and went outside to call in on his cell phone to tell the world what happened to Zac Hanson that afternoon, as well as to ostensibly give us some privacy while our clothes dried. We watched him walk off around the edge of the dam, taking in the sights.

The station was nicely furnished. Nothing big, just a few old but comfortable chairs and a lot of empty flowerpots around the outsides of the window sills. It was a log-cabin kind of thing, small but really sturdy, and well worn from the looks of it. Zac and I settled into a seat we pushed right in front of the fire to warm up. The firelight made the cabin that much smaller, that much cozier. And sitting naked next to Zac in a chair that squished our thighs together made things very......shall we say......comfortable?

Zac was sitting to my left, and my right leg was bent to give us enough space to both fit on the medium-size chair. A small table gave me something to rest my other foot on. Zac and I sank into the chair, naked in our blankets. I put my left arm around his shoulders and pulled him to me.

Zac opened up his blanket to let the fire’s warmth play over his smooth skin. I watched, mesmerized by the way the light danced over him like a flock of faeries in a wooden grove, flickering here and twinkling there. It was almost like a separate reality, seeing him in that golden light. He leaned over against me and pulled his blanket across us both, using my shoulder as a pillow. I felt his hand underneath the blankets, rubbing up and down the underside of the length of my right thigh.

"So what’d you think of the scenery?" He asked in a hushed and mildly trembling voice.

"Gorgeous," said quietly, kissing him on his cheek. I worked my way over to his mouth. He held his left hand up to my face, holding my hair back from his eyes (yeah, it kinda sucks sometimes, but if it means he touches me more, then I’m never cutting my hair again). We kissed for a while, and then we realized that certain parts of our bodies were beginning to show signs of life. While still kissing me, he dropped his hand to my lap and started running his fingers up and down my hardening cock. I reached down with my right hand and felt for his, cupping my hand under his cold nuts to help warm them up.

"Oooooooohhhhhh" he oooohed, "that feels way cool."

"That’s what I’m here for: to warm you up."

"You are much more than a body, Sebastian," he said, taking my chin in his hand and pulling me to his lips so he could deliver much needed chastisement my remark merited.

"And you, Zac, are definitely more than just another bad voice," I said, grinning through our kiss. He squeezed my cock.

"Are you gonna shut up or would you rather we stopped so we could talk instead?"

"I’m not gonna say a thing."

"Good," he said, and he pulled back the blanket that was wrapped around me. I didn’t know what he had in mind until he disappeared inside the blanket he’d wrapped around the both of us.

I jizzed in five seconds flat.

"Shit!" I heard from below the blanket. "Warn me next time, dammit!"

"Sorry," I gasped. "Oh!" I spurted again, and his tongue lapped over my cock, gathering up the spillage and bathing my balls. He kissed my dick for another minute before he felt it was clean enough.

"That was fast!" He said, his head instantly appearing in front of mine with a deliriously happy grin. I was still gasping.

"Holy shit!" I hoffed between breaths. I recovered, finally, and smothered him with kisses.

"That was" kiss, "so" kiss, "wonderful" kiss, smooch, slurp, "Zac" kiss, "Hanson."

"I’m glad you" kiss, "liked" kiss, "it." He straddled me and put my hands on his legs since I had no control over them, still being in complete shock and all.

"Mmm, enough of this. It’s my turn," I said. He grinned as I helped him lay across my lap face up. He put one arm around my shoulders and the other on the arm of the chair as I laid him back, his legs dangling from the other side. I lifted the blanket to bare my tarket and saw it shivering, his nuts almost nonexistant in the cold air. I put my right hand on his nuts, warming them up while running my thumb up and down his shaft.

"Oh, wow," he said, closing his eyes. I let up on his balls and ran my fingers through the sparse blond pubes above his hardened cock.

"What are you doing?" He asked. He didn’t sound like he minded it at all.

"Oh, nothing, just reading the directions." He laughed a little laugh, music to my ears.

"So what’s it say today?"

"Apply suction here," I said, and I followed the instructions immediately.

"Ah, oh, oooooh, ay-yi-yi-yi-yi" he went, stopping to breath as he erupted just as fast as I had in a jizz-fest brought on by the sudden heat of my mouth. I never let up on his cock, fully intent on sucking his nuts out of his stomach with the force of my love. When I didn’t see them moving, I let go of his dick and applied my tongue to them, driving Zac crazy. His back arched; I barely had to bend over in the chair to get to him. I put my hands under him to support him, taking advantage of my handholds.

I felt him get hard again as I finished bathing him, and I played with his cock with my tongue for hours before finally going down on him again. This time was all about suspense. I made him wait, teasing him with the tip of my tongue and with my lips, warming him up so he wouldn’t explode so fast again this time. By the time I finally got around to taking him into my mouth, though, he was ready to blow again. This time I was ready, though, and I stayed on him until he finished and settled back down into my lap.

I looked up and saw him raise his head to look at me. He reached up with his arms and put them around my neck. I put my left arm around him to pull him closer to me, my right slipping under his knees to do the same. We kissed, the sound of the crackling fire in the background and the pure bell-sound of our love ringing in our ears.

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