Date: Mon, 25 Apr 2005 09:33:32 -0700 (PDT) From: ian james Subject: DYLAN'S AWAKENING Disclaimer: This is a gay fantasy featuring child actors Cole and Dylan Sprouse. This is a fictional story and is in no way meant to imply the true sexuality of the stars featured. This is the fifth in a series of celebrity stories. THE CELEBRITY COLLECTION - PART 5 DYLAN'S AWAKENING "Hey, Dylan." Dylan knew who it was even before he entered the kitchen. "Hey, Cole," Dylan replied, turning round to face his twin brother. He had one of the biggest smiles Dylan had ever seen on his face and he could tell Cole was dying to tell him something. "I shot last night, man," Cole said. "Yeah?" Dylan replied as he started eating his breakfast. "Yeah," Cole replied, still sporting a grin from one side of his face to the other. "It was so awesome. I thought I was going to die or something." "Cool." Dylan finished one mouthful of cereal, and began another. "Yeah, it was. I was playing with it, you know, like I always do, and then all of a sudden I shot." Dylan wasn't really sure what Cole was talking about, but he was a little naïve. He still thought that part of his anatomy was for the release of excess fluid and had only recently discovered that when it was hard and he touched it, it felt good. That seemed to be happening a lot lately. Cole had always being the one who discovered things first and then passed on the knowledge to Dylan. "So what did you do different this time?" Dylan asked, trying not to sound too naïve and innocent to the matter. "I don't know," Cole replied. "I was rubbing it like I do most nights..." he demonstrated the age-old sign of jerking off, "...then the feeling got real good, and I kept going. I had always stopped at that point, but last night, I didn't. And I shot. It was incredible." "That's so cool," Dylan replied. "Yeah, man, it was. Listen, don't tell no one, okay?" Throughout the rest of the day, Dylan's mind was in turmoil. What was Cole going on about? Yeah, he knew that when he played with himself it felt good ^Ö real good, but what was all this about shooting? He knew a little about sperm and all that. Was that what Cole was on about? Dylan arrived home after a thoughtful and somewhat confusing day on the set. He had left before Cole, who still had a scene to film. Dylan went straight up to his room and sat on the bed. He thought about playing with himself right there and then, but he knew Cole would be back soon. Plus, he didn't want to get into the habit of rubbing himself during the middle of the day as he didn't often get that much privacy. At least at night, he had a little privacy. Cole soon arrived home and the two twin brothers did some of their schoolwork, had supper and watched a little television. They also went over their lines for the next day's filming. That night, after reading half a dozen chapters of one of my favourite books, Dylan heard his mother say goodnight to Cole. A few seconds later she came into his room, gave him a kiss, told him to get to bed soon and said goodnight. Dylan stripped down to his briefs and went to bed straight away. He waited for his mother to retire to bed, which seemed to take forever, but eventually she did. He got up to go to the bathroom, for the purpose of relieving himself, and more importantly, to make sure Cole and his mum were both asleep. Dylan returned to his room and climbed back under the covers. He laid there for a few minutes, just thinking about what Cole had said. He could feel his dick getting hard and he pushed the covers down to his knees. He slipped his briefs down to his ankles and just laid there, looking down at his hard-on. He wrapped his right hand around the hard shaft and started to stroke slowly. He was copying the hand gesture Cole had used that morning and his dick was starting to feel really good. He kept stroking myself for a couple of minutes. It felt good, but it didn't seem to be what Cole had described. He was going to give up, pull his briefs back and go to sleep when the feeling started to get better. By this time Dylan was completely hooked. He started stroking a little faster and he knew he had found a new bedtime activity. In his mind, he thanked Cole for sharing this wonderful activity with him. Dylan kept stroking and just enjoyed the feeling as it started to get even stronger. He remembered Cole saying when it felt really good, he kept going. Dylan's dick was feeling really good. He had never gone this far before and now he couldn't stop. He kept stroking, increasing the speed of my strokes ever so slightly. His whole body started to tremble and tighten and it got to the point where he just couldn't take it anymore, but the feelings peaked. His dick hardened and throbbed and he started to panic. It felt like he needed to piss, real bad. He stopped stroking, but the feeling that he was going to piss himself didn't go away. His dick jerked wildly and his whole body stiffened and trembled as he shot his first ever load up into the air. Dylan gasped and panted with his first ever orgasm. When the contractions inside his still hard dick subsided, the realisation that he had just wet himself started to take effect. But Dylan also noticed that the liquid on his fingers and on his stomach was much thicker than pee. He quickly came to the conclusion that what he had just happened must have been `shooting'. He must have just `shot' for the first time. He wasn't sure, but he was sure that the liquid on his fingertips was not piss. Unbeknownst to Dylan, Cole stood in the doorway of Dylan's bedroom, peering in through the slightly ajar door. He had his hand wrapped around his dick and was jerking himself off. He had just witnessed his brother jerk off and shoot for the first time. Cole wanted to burst into Dylan's room and teach his twin something else new, but he knew that wasn't such a good idea, not tonight anyway. Maybe tomorrow night. Cole's dick jerked and his shot his load onto Dylan's bedroom door. The sound of the drops of cum smacking into the door seemed to fill the whole household. Cole quickly turned and hurried back to his own bedroom, thinking about what may happen the following night. Any suggestions as to what could happen next? Comments, etc can be sent to msaelxcylm@yahoo.com