Date: Sun, 15 Feb 1998 15:02:18 -0000
From: Dean Lidster <dean.lidster@usa.net>
Subject: Touring With Hanson

Touring with Hanson
By Dean Lidster
dean.lidster@usa.net


DISCLAIMER:
~~~~~~~~~~
This story includes sections depicting sexual acts between two minor
boys - if you are of an age or in a position where it is illegal /
immoral / generally naughty in your state / country / orbital position /
household to read (or even consider reading) such material, then please
STOP READING NOW! You will (probably) also find a key marked "DELETE"
conveniently located on your keyboard... 

If you are like me and classed as a minor, I personally have no problems
with you reading this. Your parents / guardians / party-poopers may
have, though - "UNDER 18s MAKE SURE YOUR PARENTS AREN'T HOME BEFORE
READING!". 

I would also like to say that I have nothing whatsoever to do with
Isaac, Taylor, Zachary or any other Hanson, Mercury Records, PolyGram,
Bread 'n' Jam music, their licensees or lawyers - at least not yet! I
have the highest respect for these three lads and do not wish to do
ANYTHING whatsoever to damage their images or careers - I like what they
do and want them to keep on doing it! 

Finally, I would like to say that I just have an over-active imagination
and that is the ONLY place any of this ever happened, OK? You can
believe otherwise if you wish, but take my word for it - I'm not that
lucky ;) 



INFO:
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The sequal to "Date with Taylor" - available from Nifty (www.nifty.org).

As ever, comments, questions and suggestions welcome - dean.lidster@usa.net
Enjoy,
Dean


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CHAPTER ONE

Four and a half months. Four and a half lousy months and not a word from
Taylor. Not that I didn't love him any more, I loved him more than ever.
I was just disappointed that after all we'd shared together, I hadn't
heard from him. From the show of emotion he gave as he left my house
(and my life) that beautiful summer's afternoon when we came back from
Alton Towers, I simply couldn't conceive that he didn't want to speak to
me again. 

I on the other hand had been doing my homework, so to speak: I traced
his every move via all media sources available to me - Sky News, CNN,
Hansonline, even the headache-inducing Hanson IRC server. But I heard
nothing from him. 

In the four-and-a-half months since my euphoric day (and night) at Alton
Towers, things had changed quite a bit at my school, and I was now
caught up in an emotional dilemma. No longer was it the hellhole I
described to Tay - the whole attitude to life at school had changed.
This had been brought about by what the student body thought was quite
an amusing incident, our views being shared by the local press. 

Our smarmy, old fashioned, fat wanker of a Headmaster had been,
unbeknownst to him, under surveillance by the School's Governing Body on
the suspicion that he was embezzling school funds. Now this in itself is
not unusual - private schools in the UK are, to a great extent, self
governing - if we don't want to we don't have to follow the national
curriculum and such, as long as we get the grades... What was unusual,
though, was that the governors decided the problem was so acute they
hired a PI, acting as a stand-in teacher, to watch over him. After a
month, he had enough evidence to do a very large amount of damage to the
man. 

When he'd been presented with this, the governors' decided to give him
the option to settle out of court: He would pay back every penny he ever
stole, and they would not press charges. 

I'm sorry, I'm rambling.... Anyway, to cut a long story short, the old
HM was kicked out on his arse and a new, dynamic, young, modern-thinking
HM was employed. And what a difference it made! It started with little
things: I was allowed to grow my hair back to a 'decent' length and ware
it in a pony tail, the only condition being that I looked presentable in
uniform. Without the ponytail I was the first to admit I looked like a
hippie, so ponytail it was! 

The girls were allowed to wear make-up, again using common sense (no
bright purple eye shadow etc) and, best of all, as soon as school
finished at six in the evening, we were allowed to change into our
casual clothes. Previously we had to wear uniform all day, except in
games lessons when we had to wear school-issue strip that cost a small
fortune. 

Everyone was now a whole lot happier and, as a consequence, numbers
started picking up (the school had been on a steady down-hill run for
the last five years or so...). 

Some of the governors didn't think that these ideas were applicable to
"a learning institute of our calibre", but soon shut up as they saw
potential fee-paying parents pleading to allow their kids to go to
school here. 

But the change that had the most impact on me was his views on
sexuality. One morning in Chapel (our equivalent of Morning Assembly) he
shocked the whole school, staff included, to silence by talking openly
and freely about drugs, sex and sexuality. Chapel normally lasts for
twenty minutes. We were there for three hours. 

After his drugs bit, he announced that he had no hang-ups whatsoever
about a pupil in his school being a gay, lesbian or bisexual. 

"You are who you are, not what you are. In my opinion sex is the most
fundamental and natural thing in the world. I know in the past, pupils
were expelled for not being 'straight', and that is appalling. So I've
invited them back with my apologies. Sexuality can be bad enough at your
age - you don't need to have it suppressed: it needs to be discussed in
the open, talked or argued over, but never, and I mean never
discriminated over. 
"Sex wise, there are only two things you can be expelled from this 
school for. The first is rape. I will not tolerate it. It is wrong.
Fundamentally wrong. One of the definitions of sex is a pleasurable
experience by two or more consenting people. The other is
discrimination. Just because that lad in your class happens to be gay
and you think it's wrong does NOT give you the right to call him a
shirt-lifting arse bandit every time you see him. If I find it
happening, you will only get one warning. If it happens again, you're no
longer welcome here. Dismissed." 

And with that, he swept out of the room. There was silence. Not a single
giggle or whisper. The prefect on duty then stood up and let us out form
by form. 

>From that moment on, the school was never the same. I was almost
expecting the school to turn into a permanent orgy, but it never
happened. He'd robbed us of the Taboo that goes with sex and in doing
so, got rid of the 'look I'm cool' element. 

It also prompted me to come out, along with two other lads in my year, I
even told my parents! However, they managed to steal my thunder a bit:
It took me a whole week to wind up to it and when I announced that I was
gay, I got a "We know." 

"He? Bu... bu... bu...."

"We've known for a while. Or at least suspected. We didn't want to say
anything in case you weren't and we hurt your feelings..." my mum
replied. 

Oh great, now they tell me... "Sooooo, you're not mad or anything?"

"Why should we be, daring? We're your biggest fan's you know!"

Something wasn't quite right here. What did they know? "How d'you mean?"

"Well, when we saw the look on your face when you came back from Alton
Towers with that Hanson lad, we knew. Plus the photo was a fairly big
hint..." 

"You've seen the photo?" This was not good. I only left it out once by
mistake and I could only hope that this was when they saw it. At any
other time it was wrapped up inside a towel with about 30 loads of cum
on it.... 

"Yes. We think you ought to get it framed or something. It's getting all
crumpled in that towel" 

Oh, shit... "Uh, yeah, I might now...." I said, trying to slide out of
the door. 

"Dean, darling?"

"Yes, mum?"

"Remember, a friend of yours is a friend of ours. If you ever feel like
having someone special to 'sleep over' or something, just let us know
and we'll get out of your way, OK dear?" 

If the rest hadn't shocked me enough, this was the icing on the cake!
"Sure, mum. Thank you..." I raced over to them and gave them a hug. I
just decided I had the best parents in the world. 



CHAPTER TWO

This is where the emotional problem really came into play. Everyone in
school now knew that I was a "raving homo" and surprisingly, I got on
with everyone a whole lot better than I ever did before - I was no
longer living under a blanket of false pretence. However, I was now an
active target as a date for any other gay bloke in school, and I didn't
realise it straight away. It was only when I cottoned on to the fact
that this really cute kid in the year below me started hanging around I
realised I had a problem. 

Gareth was quite unbearably cute: He was about 5'3" tall, had short,
vividly golden-blonde hair, deep blue eyes and an arse that wouldn't
quit. I'd seen him around before and almost without fail he'd get my
dick pointing skywards. But that was before I met Taylor. 

Here was the problem - I could either stake my hopes on Tay calling me
again and us having a romp in the hay every six months or so when he was
in the country, or I could have Gareth whenever I wanted. Sure his looks
were dynamite (it looked as if he had a quite sizeable lump of C4 in the
front of his trousers as well) but unfortunately however good he looked,
he was as equally shallow. He could play any sport you threw at him very
well, but that's precisely where his talents ended. Except, of course,
the talent he had for standing practically every horny guys cock on end,
gay or not. 

Despite all of the 'cons' to the Gareth argument, I was starved for sex.
Tay had spoiled me. Only once, mind, but that was enough. 

It was Saturday afternoon and I'd just arrived home for the weekend. It
was the sixth of December and it was bloody freezing outside and, just
to round it off nicely it was raining. Horizontally. The wind was so
strong it was unbelievable and, more importantly, had knocked our
satellite dish of position so all we could receive was TV Polonia and
whatever the BBC, ITV, Channel 4 and Channel 5 could offer us. After a
good half-hour of scrambling through the TV guide I decided that the
evening's TV highlights could be counted on the fingers of Captain
Hook's bad hand. On satellite however, there were a whole host of
goodies to be had: Friends, MTV Hot, UK Charts, 3rd Rock, King of the
Hill, something about skydiving on Discovery, the list was endless. And
I was stuck with TV Polonia screening a classic episode of "The
Avengers". In Polish. Great. 

OK, plan B. IRC - that can prove to be quite interesting. I sauntered
into my room and fired up Beastie (my computer who has, as a matter of
interest, the same attitude towards hard work as Beavis - Huh huh huh
huh.... Uh Huh huh huh.... Er, like, no...) who surprised me by firing
up quite successfully. However, when I tried to connect to the Internet,
I get a "NO DIALTONE" message back. I pick up my handset. Yep, no dial
tone. 

"Dad?.....  DAD!" I yelled downstairs.

"What?" 

"Are you on the phone?"

"Couldn't be if I wanted to - tree fell onto a telegraph pole on
Thursday night and cut us and three other houses off..." 

Perfect. Information blackout. I looked out of my window - it still
looked horribly windy but the rain had changed to snow, and it was
drifting already. Even though it was only three in the afternoon, it was
almost dark outside the snow was that dense. I fell onto the bed and
dragged a shoebox from under it. Opening it up I pulled out my picture
of Tay and myself at Alton Towers, along with a booklet of stories about
Hanson I'd downloaded from the Internet over the last six months or so.
I pulled my cock out of my jeans and began to beat off (what else was I
supposed to do?!). I'd just gotten to my favourite part in one of them
where Zac was experiencing his first orgasm of his life when the power
failed, plunging me into a grey darkness with nothing but the sound of
the howling wind outside. 

I couldn't find the torch I kept next to my bedside table, so decided to
imagine the story back to myself as I wanked in the dark. I was so
involved with my self-pleasure I didn't notice Mutley, our Jack Russell,
doing his 'someone's just arrived and I want to kill 'em' routine. It
was my dad's voice that broke into my fantasy. 

"Dean? Can you go and see who that is - your mum's asleep and I'm trying
to get the fire going down here..." 

"Shit," I swore under my breath. "Yeah, hang on a tic, dad..." I sped up
my pace but it did no good - I was out of the mood and that was the last
of it. Pulling on my bomber jacket and hat, I went out of the back door
to see which fool was trying to visit us on a day like this. 

The black Range Rover was having quite a hard time getting through our
gate as it kept nearly sliding into the gateposts. 

"What the hell's aunt Penny doing here in weather like this," I asked
myself. About a month before hand, she'd bought herself a brand new
shiny black Range Rover. I didn't like it as it reminded me of Tay all
over again... 

As I drew closer, I realised that the number plate wasn't the "PEN1 22S"
I was expecting. In fact it looked rather like "HAN 50N" to me. Han
fifty en. Who the hell was that? Or was it a pun on HANSON - surely
not... 

In the mean time the driver, whoever it was, quite sensibly decided that
pulling into the drive wasn't the best idea in the world. Seeing this, I
continued to walk over, trying to keep my excitement levels down so as
not to be disappointed when I found out it wasn't Tay coming to whisk me
away from this sub-zero, entertainment-starved environment. 

I was right. It wasn't Tay. I could tell from the way he slipped over on
the icy driveway as he leapt out. 

"Shit," squeaked a high pitched voice.

It couldn't be, I thought to myself...

"Aw man, I just had these washed...."

"Zac? Is that you?"

Realising he had an audience, Zac scrabbled to get up, his trainers
failing quite convincingly to stop his feet from sliding sideways. He
managed to sort of stand half way up with a lot of arm flailing. 

"Is that, uh, shit was his name..."

"Dean?" I volunteered

"Yah - you Dean?"

"Certainly am," I said, walking up to him. I could barely see his face
due to the amount of scarves and hats he was wearing. He grabbed my
outstretched hand which, far from steadying him, managed to send us both
bum over bollocks, landing with a thud against the Range Rover. I
managed to get off of the drive and onto what I knew to be grass where
the tread of my boots managed to get a slightly better purchase. Bracing
myself against the fence I dragged Zac up with me. "You OK?" I enquired.

"I've had worse..." he said, grinning.

"Come on - let's get inside before we freeze to death. Is that Kevin
driving?" 

"Yeah - how'd you know that?"

"Met him last time..." I replied, waving at Big Kev to follow us. He
clambered out of the car, immediately sliding around on the ice Zac'd
found. Try over here, there's grass under the snow rather than slippy
concrete..." 



CHAPTER THREE

"Mum, Dad, we've got visitors!" I yelled as I let myself in.

My dad surfaced with a candle from the living room covered in soot. He'd
been prating around with the fire again, although I wasn't about to
complain - the house was freezing 'cause of the power cut. 

"Dad, this is Zachary Hanson and his bodyguard, Kevin" My dad vigorously
shook Zac's mittened hand, sending snow everywhere over the hall carpet.

"David Lidster, pleased to meet you! Fran, one of Dean's friends is
here..." 

After the introductions were complete, my dad asked Kevin into the
living room where he promptly dropped onto the sofa and fell straight to
sleep, snoring loudly. I escorted Zac up to my room. 

"Does he ever stay awake for longer than a half hour at a go?"

"Not since I've known him," grinned Zac, pulling his gloves and scarf
off and allowing me to see his face for the first time since he arrived.
"He may not say a lot, but he sure looks as mean as shit!" 

"So, what you doing here? Where's Tay? Is he in the country?"

"Woah, take it easy!" laughed Zac. "Tay's busy rehearsing with Ike at
that NEC place in Birmingham. They've written a new song: It's Ike's
first solo singing performance. Just his voice, a piano and a guitar.
Nothin' for me to do..." he said, shoving his hands deeply into his
pockets and swivelling on his heel, trying to look deeply dejected. 

"There's another tour on, then? Geez, you don't get to hear a thing
about anything like that at school..." 

"Yeah - Tay said. That's why he wondered if you, like, wanted to come
tour with us for a week or so." 

I was, for want of a better expression, gobsmacked! "I.... I...." I
stammered." 

"Don't worry, you could crash with us in our trailer. There's plenty of
room....." 

I was back to the 'I can't believe it' thing again in my head. A trip
round Alton Towers with Tay those few months ago seemed worth more than
a lifetime's good luck. Now there was Zachary "the cute one" Hanson
standing in the middle of MY bedroom, dripping melting snow onto MY
carpet, asking ME if I want to spend the next week of my life with them.
Who was I to argue with fate? "I... I'd love to!" 

"Cool!" replied Zac. "I hoped you would. Tay never stops talking about
you - it might shut him up for a while..." 

He didn't know how much that meant to me. "When are we leaving?" I
asked. 

"Soon as possible - I've gotta get back to the rehearsals before Ike
starts yelling' at me again..." 

"Does he always give you such a hard time? I mean, it looks like you get
on so well in your video..." 

"Heard of acting? I think he's pissed 'cos I get more screams than he
does!" grinned Zac, throwing his hair back in an exaggerated manner. 

"Listen, I'd better tell my parents..."

"OK - I'm not goin' anywhere," said Zac, flopping down onto my bed.
"Shit, man, I'm beat..." 

I went downstairs to inform my parents that no sooner had I come home, I
wanted to bugger off with the Hanson lads for a week - missing that week
of school to boot! 

I was relieved to see that my mum and dad seemed to be getting on quite
well with Kevin, even if they did look slightly intimidated by him. 

"Er, mum, dad, can I ask you a big favour?"

"Dean, if it's about you spending a week touring with your friend, then
I'm afraid..." SHIT! I'd NEVER get another chance like this... "...the
answer has to be yes!" 

Did I hear that right?

"Kevin here says that the boys have a tutor that goes round on tour with
them and you can sit in with them, plus you got a fairly good report at
the parents' evening the other night. It's fine by us as long as you
stay out of trouble..." 

"Don't think we'll be getting' very far this evenin', though" said
Kevin. "It were bad enough gettin' 'ere, never mind trying to get back
to the NEC. There ain't 'owt I can do wi' this much snow, even in a
Range Rover..." 

"Looks like you'll have to stay here overnight, Kevin." My mum said.
"You can have the spare bedroom. Dean, is it Ok if Zac stays in with
you?" 

"Sure..." DEFINITELY! ABSOLUTELY NO PROBLEM AT ALL!!! My mum was always
good at situations like this - even though the house wasn't particularly
big, she always managed to find a bed and a meal for any number of
people at short notice. I thanked my parents on Zac's behalf and went
back upstairs to tell him the "bad" news. 

I went back upstairs to find Zac completely dead to the world. He looked
so cute as I stood over him - a wisp of his long, blonde hair tracing
down from his forehead to his lips, his chest moving in the slow rhythm
of deep sleep. 

Not having the heart to move him, I took his shoes off and pulled my
duvet over him and got in beside him. Having no heating to speak of in
the house, the warmth of his body was welcome. 



CHAPTER FOUR

I woke up very early Sunday morning to see my bedside clock flashing
12:00. At least we had power back. I gently got out of bed, being
careful not to disturb Sleeping Beauty next to me, the dream I'd had
about him last night still vivid in my memory. 

We were kissing passionately, limbs intertwined, pressing as much of our
bodies against each other as we could... 

I mentally slapped myself round the face. 'Stop it - he's only twelve,
for God's sake...' 

'Yeah, but what a twelve year old...' my dick replied...

As I was pulling my trainers on, Zac stirred. "Where am I?" he asked,
rubbing his eyes with the backs of his hands. "Oh, mornin', Dean. Did we
sleep here last night?" 

"Yeah. Snow was still falling. Kevin didn't think we had a hope in
hell's chance of making it back to Birmingham with the roads how they
were yesterday..." I walked over to my window and pulled the curtains
back. It was a grey morning, but the snow had now turned to heavy rain
again. Looking down at the drive, the now had started to melt a bit, but
there were still large drifts around. "What d'you want for breakfast?" 

"Dunno. What you got?"

"How about a traditional English fry-up? That'll get the cholesterol
into your veins! I'll need a hand, though..." 

An hour and a broken plate later, Zac and I served what had to be the
least healthy breakfast to my parents and Kevin ever: Bacon, fried eggs
(sunny side up, of course), French toast, toast, grilled tomatoes,
potato cakes and copious amounts of coffee and orange juice. 

To my surprise, Kevin didn't seem to have too much of an appetite, but
Zac made up for it. He shovelled the food away so fast I couldn't
believe all of it was going into his mouth. 

After his fourth round of toast he finally announced he was full, much
to the relief of everyone around him, who'd finished quite a while
earlier. When he noticed everyone was watching him, he simply responded
with "What? Most important meal of the day!" 

After breakfast, my mother the miracle worker presented me with a kit
bag filled with clothes. "There should be enough to last you the next
week..." she said, implying that there never would be, so do your best! 

I thanked my mum and headed outside with Zac and Kevin to the car.

After some shovelling and shoving, we managed to get the Range Rover out
on to the freshly snow-ploughed road. I had to explain to Kevin that,
although it was a 4x4, it could get stuck just as easily as the next car
as it had road-only tyres on it, so allowing the snow to get stuck in
the tread. 

Once we were out on the main road, the conditions improved somewhat
thanks to gritting lorries and snowploughs, so allowing us to make a
fair pace down the A38 towards the NEC. 

Now I saw why Zac had to eat so much - he had to be the most hyperactive
kid I'd ever met. He literally couldn't sit still! He could also talk
like no one else I'd ever met - me often going for minutes on end
without saying a word. Not that I minded, of course: this was an easy
way for me to catch up with what Tay'd been doing in the previous four
months. As it turned out, not a whole lot. Most of the time they'd been
in Tulsa, going to school like "regular" kids, the only break being the
recording of the "Snowed In" Christmas album. 

Through our (rather one-sided) conversation I good a good impression of
Zac - sure he had a very 'in-yer-face' character, but he was damned
clever as well - I never realised he wrote, composed and sung "Lucy"... 

Very soon we'd pulled into the NEC and were making our way round to the
back of the Arena - one of Birmingham's premiere venues: host to such
things as UK Gladiators, Microsoft's "Vision of the Future" tour and
even U2... 

We pulled up next to a convoy of trucks and trailers with the Hanson
logo on them. Just as we arrived, Tay and Ike walked out of the stage
door. Spotting the car, Tay grinned and ran over. As I got out, he
grabbed me and gave me a huge hug, and I realised how much I'd actually
missed him. 

"Dean, man, it's so great to see ya again..."

"You too, Tay. How's life? Busy?"

"That's one way you could put it... Did shit-head here give you any
hassle?" Tay asked, grabbing Zac in a headlock and giving him a noogie
from hell. 

"Lemme go!" yelled Zac, limbs flailing in a futile attempt to release
himself from Tay's grasp. 

"Nah - no trouble at all. He was fast asleep within an hour..."

"Was not!"

"Was too!"

"Not!"

"Too!" I yelled, enjoying the sheer stupidness of the situation.

Tay interrupted us. "C'mon. Dean, I'll show you around..." and, so
saying, took my hand and pulled me off towards his trailer. 

"Woooooo, Taylor's got a boyfriend!" taunted Zac.

"So? Better than you'll ever do," retorted Tay.




CHAPTER FIVE

"He knows?" I asked.

"All the family do now. Thanks, Dean. You really helped me with this, ya
know. Do your folks know about you?" 

"Yeah. They've known for some time, apparently. They just didn't want to
say anything in case I wasn't and they hurt my feelings. How'd you break
it to them?" 

"Well, I told Zac first. I know it sounds crazy, but he's the one I
trust the most. The thing is, we both decided to tell each other the
same thing at the same time..." 

"What, Zac's gay as well?!" I wasn't sure I could believe what I was
hearing... 

"He's not sure yet. He's never been with ANYONE yet, so he can't really
make up his mind. Ike doesn't seem to give a shit, and my dad almost
seems relieved. I went through a tough time with him a while back, and
me opening my heart to him seems to have helped a lot. My mom's still
not sure about it, though. She's sorta accepted it, but still can't
quite get to grips with me checkin' other guys out... We've all decided
it best if we keep it to ourselves, though." 

Inside, Tay's trailer looked pretty nice - there was a double bed at
each end, a wide screen TV and VCR, satellite receiver ("Can't be doin'
without MTV, ya know"). About half way down the cabin, there was a
smallish kitchen and what I presumed to be a fairly decent sized
bathroom. Tay pulled his shoes off and leapt onto the bed, me needing no
encouragement to follow. 

We talked for a while, Tay telling me some about the hectic schedule he
and his brothers'd had to follow over the last four months or so,
including thirty-seven concerts, fifteen interviews with them playing
live, and the recording of their second album, me filling Tay in on the
incidents at school and in my life. I finished by leaning forward and
kissing him on the nose. "You don't know how much I've missed you, you
know..." 

"I think I got a pretty good idea," he said, kissing me full on the
lips. I was lost in ecstasy again - I'd almost forgotten how good it
felt to have Tay's tongue probing my mouth, mine doing the same to his. 

Hen we heard the giggle. We both looked up, seeing Zac with his head
poked round the door, convulsing with laughter. 

He made "kissy-kissy" sounds at us and raced off yelling "Dean and
Taylor can't catch me, they're K-I-S-S-I-N-G!" 

Tay leapt off the bed and pulled his roller-blades on. "You blade, don't
ya? Here, use my spare pair..." I strapped the blades onto my feet and
followed Tay out the door. "You are so dead, Zac!" yelled Tay, speeding
across the open tarmac parking area. "Dean, you go round that way - try
to head him off!" 

I skated round the edge of hall D, down the service alleyway, through
the link building and out the other side. Just rounding the other corner
was Zac, Tay in hot pursuit. Spotting he'd been headed off, Zac stuck
out his arm and grabbed a hold of a sign post, catapulting him through a
right angle down a footpath. Tay just managed to grab the lamp post, but
not quite hard enough, sending himself full-tilt into (or rather
through) a hedge. 

I slowed to ask Tay if he was all right. "KEEP GOIN'! I'll catch you up!
Just get the little twerp!" I skated off after Zac, gaining slowly. The
footpath took us in a quarter-mile loop around the arena and, if I
hadn't have been chasing Hanson Junior, would have probably quite
enjoyed it. Not that I didn't enjoy the sight of his arse through his
tight jeans... 

I was definitely quicker in the straight, but Zac could out-corner me
easily and he knew it! He'd wait to the last possible second to turn
and, more often than not I'd overshoot. However, as we were approaching
the place where Tay decided to go hedge-spotting, Tay leapt out in front
of Zac, causing him to corner a little harder than even he could cope
with. He veered off to the right, down an embankment and into an
ornamental pond that'd obviously taken someone a very long time to get
just right. I swear he actually water-skied for a short time he was
going so fast, but gravity soon took a hold on the situation: pulling
him, arse first, into the murky green water. Tay and I coasted down the
path next to him laughing our guts out. "There, that'll teach ya to
laugh!" grinned Tay. I held my hand out to the bedraggled sibling and,
spotting a chance to even things out, Zac accepted by pulling me in on
top of him. 

Now it was Zac's turn to laugh. "Y... Yo... You're all wet......". He
was absolutely pissing himself. I couldn't help but start to laugh
either. Tay extended a hand to me this time, and just as I was getting
out, Zac grabbed me by the waste, pulling me back in along with Tay, who
landed astride me. Face to face, a spark flew between Tay and me as it
did every time we were that close: it was a physical effort for me not
to kiss him. 

Tay thankfully broke the moment by getting off me and pulling Zac up by
his shirt. "C'mon, Zac - we're gonna have to teach you a lesson." 

Tay and I climbed out of the pond, covered in green slime and wildlife
and pulled Zac out afterwards, his blonde hair now having a rather
unappealing green tinge to it. "Wha... What are you gonna do to me?" he
asked, still trying to catch his breath. 

"You really don't want to know," I replied, having no idea myself. Tay
just winked at me: He obviously had a pretty good idea... 



CHAPTER SIX

Back at the trailer we puled Zac inside, who was doing his best to try
and escape. He might've managed it had it been either just me or Tay,
but both of us together could just about keep this flailing
twelve-year-old in check. Once inside, Tay closed and locked the
trailer's door, and we threw Zac onto his bed. "Arrgh, shit man - you've
got my sheets all wet..." 

"Shut up, dip-shit," yelled Tay with an evil grin on his face. "What
d'you wanna do with him?" Tay asked me. 

I just looked at the bedraggled (but cute) mess on the bed and leapt on
top of him, tickling him for all I was worth. Tay dragged his blades and
shoes off and began tickling his feet as well. Zac was laughing again
now, but uncontrollably! The amount this kid squirmed, yelled, giggled
and thrashed around had to be seen to be believed. To provide better
access to his ticklish rib cage, I pulled his sweater and shirt up over
his head, so immobilising his arms. I faltered slightly as I saw the
expanse of tanned flesh in front of me, his body without a single hair
on it. Shaking it off, my hands dived for his chest and armpits again as
I continued to make Zac bag for mercy. 

"Dean! Stoppit! DEAN! I'm gonna... I'm gonna piss myself....."


"We can't have you messing your clothes up even more, now, can we?" said
Tay, grabbing Zac's belt buckle and pulling his jeans right off while I
continued my assault on his upper body. "Hey, Dean..." 

"What?" I asked, not turning round.

"Zac must REALLY like this..."

"Huh?" I turned round to see what Tay was on about, and saw Zac's tight
briefs tented quite impressively from his crotch. Seeing this, my own
dick responding in kind, growing to its now five-and-a-half inch length.

"It's a piss-hardon!" complained Zac, breaking the silence.

"Well, looks like we'll have to do something about it, one way or
another," replied Tay. He ran his hand up the inside of Zac's leg,
continuing all the way to the top of his cotton-encased dick. Zac
groaned and pushed his hips up under me, the tip of his hardon coming
into contact with the small of my back. My head was swimming again. Then
I felt a hand on my bulge: It was Zac, his cute face looking up at me. I
turned round to Tay, for approval more than anything. He looked up at me
and smiled sheepishly. "We help each other out sometimes," he explained
and pulled Zac's briefs down to his knees, his four-incher standing up
defiantly and pulsing in time with his heartbeat. 

My attention swung back to Zac himself as I felt my flies being pulled
down and a small hand snaking its way inside my jeans. He found my dick
and gently manoeuvred it out of my boxers. Once it was out in the open,
he grabbed my hips, pulling me towards his mouth. His tongue lapped at
my dickhead, sending jolts of ecstasy throughout my entire body. Then he
moaned. I looked round to see Tay taking all of Zac into his mouth at
once, Zac showing his approval my bucking his hips wildly, trying to
fuck Tay's face. Spurred on by this, Zac pulled me even further forward
and dived down onto me, the angle we were at causing him to gag
slightly. 

Once he started breathing through his nose, he immediately began to bob
his head madly up and down, matching his hip movements. About twice
during this, Zac would suddenly tense for a moment, stopping his bobbing
and thrusting. The second time this happened, I realised he was cumming,
and probably not actually ejaculating yet. The thought of this sent me
over the edge and with very little warning, pumped my pent-up load into
his mouth, Zac happily slurping down all I had to give him. 

I pulled my softening dick from Zac's mouth and kissed him deeply. He
was a bit shocked by this and obviously hadn't done this a lot (if at
all) before. He was a very quick learner, though, and soon I was licking
my cum from the inside of his mouth. 

I suddenly remembered Tay and on turning round, saw him slowly stroking
his hard-on that was protruding from the fly of his jeans. 

"Hey, don't stop 'cause of me," he grinned. "You two look so sexy..."
Just seeing him lounging back with his hard boymeat stuck from his flies
caused my dick to stir again. I got off Zac and sat in Tay's lap: facing
him with my legs wrapped around his back, our hardons pressing together.

"Stop a moment," said Tay and, leaning back, pushed his hardon into the
fly of my jeans and into my boxers, his head running through my pubic
hair. I got the idea and did the same. Tay started to grind his hips
into me, pulling my head closer to his. Our lips met for the second time
and saliva was swapped. The tickling feeling of Tay's pubes against my
sensitive uncircumcised dick and the tightness of the pond-soaked denim
round my balls sent me over the edge quicker than I expected, and I
groaned down Tay's throat, pumping my seed into his underwear. A second
later, Tay hugged me even tighter and I felt his dick spasm against me,
shortly followed by a warm wetness that slowly trickled round the base
of my dick and over my balls. 

"I love you, Tay," I whispered into his ear. I climbed off him slowly,
savouring the feeling of our sperm-coated dicks slipping past one
another, one or two strings of cum trying to prevent them from
separating. Tay scooped them up with a finger and brought them to his
nose, inhaling deeply before sucking it off. 

"Woah, shit...." Yelled Zac, whom we'd completely forgotten about. We
both looked over at him to see a spurt of clear liquid shoot from his
dick. I think we were as surprised as he was! This was shortly followed
by a slightly more milky one, and finally one shot of thin boycum. 

I leant over to Zac and licked his first load off his chest. It was so
sweet and thin, almost like a soft drink. Not wanting to rob Zac of
this, I kissed him, allowing his cum to dribble into his mouth. He
looked at me with an embarrassed grin on his face, and licked his lips. 

"Congratulations, little bro," said Tay. "Just remember, I want some of
that next time..." 



CHAPTER SEVEN

Looking Zac over, it seemed as if I was seeing the Taylor of two years
ago - obviously his facial features were different but his build and
proportion were uncannily similar to Tay's, most noticeably his
testicles. It must be a family tradition: Zac's balls seemed huge for
his age and seemed almost out of place on a frame his size. I was not,
however, going to complain... 

I shivered, realising I was still soaking wet from our little swim
earlier, and commented on this. Tay agreed and suggested I take a shower
first as I was the guest here and the shower stall in the trailer was
not really big enough to comfortably fit more than one person. 

I pulled off my top, jeans and boxers and stepped into the shower, the
pathetic spray doing its best to try and produce a steady stream of
water. I found a bottle of shower gel hanging on the holder and yelled
to Tay, asking if I could use it. 

Whilst I rubbed the gel through my hair and over my body, my mind was
storing the images of Tay and Zac sucking each other off - one I felt
sure would never leave me as long as I lived... 

Stepping out of the stall, Zac chucked me a towel and leapt in after me,
not even asking Tay if he wanted to go next. I sat on Zac's bed next to
Tay, drying my hair. I hadn't had it this long in quite a while, and had
forgotten what a pain it could be, although I liked the feel of it round
my neck and ears... 

"I hope you don't mind us two fooling around with each other," said Tay.
"He's the only other I've ever done anything with, and that was after
I'd met you. I don't love him - no, I do, but as a brother, ya know? I
mean, I don't want you to feel bad or anything..." 

"I love you too, Tay - Zac's cute, but I'll always love you." With that,
we hugged each other, again reminding me that I never wanted to leave
him again. 

"Woooooo," came Zac's voice as he got out of the shower. Tay looked up
and, grabbing the towel from round my shoulders, spun it up into a
"string" and whipped Zac's backside, causing the appropriate yelps and
streams of insults. 

As Zac dried himself off, Tay started undressing. He bent over to take
his jeans off, treating me to a wonderful view of his bubble-butt
through the tight, damp cotton of his boxers. 

Once we were all back in dry clothes again, Tay offered me a tour of the
Arena before we had lunch. Going in by the stage door, I was awe-struck.
I've been to the Arena many times before, but never when it's been
empty. It was absolutely huge! As I walked onto the stage, I was
astonished by how little of the "audience" you could actually see due to
the brightness of the lighting. Turning round to face the back of the
stage, there was a huge Hanson logo, at least fifteen feet in diameter,
suspended by cables that ran all the way to the roof, and behind that
were roof-high stylised pictures of Zac, Tay and Ike. 

"Where are all the back stage guys?" I asked, looking round me in awe -
the whole Arena being deathly quiet, the only noise being the distant
drone of the ventilation fans. 

"They've got the afternoon off to let us practice in peace. You try
doing a vocal piece with hammering and sound tests going on..." Tay
walked over to the front of the stage, resting his foot on one of the
monitor speakers. 

"Who actually designed your logo?" I asked, still gawping at the
enormity of things. 

"Me and Zac," replied Tay. "I was doodling on our garage wall back in
Tulsa, and it sort of came to us. Ike simply said 'what the hell's
that?'. We tried explaining it to him, but he didn't like it. Our PR
guys did, though!" 

"Did you do the web site as well?"

"Yeah. We had loads of good ideas, including articles and other stuff
done by us, but it was decided by the powers that be that we should have
no personal involvement with it. That really sucked as far as I was
concerned but hell, what can ya do? I can't even put up a homepage! You
interested in computers?" 

"Yeah..."

"Lemme show you somethin'"

Tay took me by the hand and led me stage right. Sat there was a huge
mixing desk and a couple of computers, running what looked like a
sequencing package. "If one of us starts to mess up real bad, the
computer'll take over the instrument for us - it'll even play someone's
part! Here, watch..." 

Tay jogged over to his keyboard and started bashing out the opening
chords of Thinking Of You, the mixing desk lighting up like a pinball
machine. Apart from the first drum beat on the first chord, the computer
decided what song he was playing and sure enough on the third bar,
played the drum-roll and Ike's guitar section. Just to prove a point,
Tay slowed down and speeded up, the computer matching him beat for beat.
When he stopped, it stopped. When he carried on, so did it. Quite
incredible! 

"That's our safeguard. It doesn't put us right if we go wrong, but if I
were to miss a chord completely, it'd fill in for me. Because it
'thinks', it knows we can change a bit as well, it being a live
performance and all. D'you wanna see the best seats in the house?
C'mon!" 

He grabbed me by the hand again and pulled me to the back of the stage
and behind the rear blackout. There was a huge spiral staircase,
reaching all the way to a gantry in the roof. Tay started climbing the
steps, me in tow. 

When we reached the top, I could see a huge lattice of these gantries
that stretched across the entire roof of the Arena. I hadn't noticed
them as the strip lights that were illuminating the floor were hung
below them, shielding them from sight. We walked about a third of the
way down the length of the building and hooked a left so we were
standing directly in front of the stage, albeit at roof height. 

Tay was right - the view was very impressive indeed. Tay looked down at
the floor through the mesh gantry and swallowed hard, his hand gripping
tighter to the hand rail. I looked down as well, but the sight of the
floor about forty feet away didn't have quite the same impact. 

Up until about a year ago, I'd had the most unbelievable fear of
heights. Not the usual "shit, I'm a long way up" feeling, but a
completely irrational fear that seemed to be tightly imbedded into my
subconscious. I didn't know why I had it - I just did. Then I took the
dare. A group of friends and I were at a car show and one of the
attractions was a crane-mounted bungee jump thing. It was rather
expensive (about 20 a go, if I remember) and none of us had enough
money. Someone suggested that we pool our cash and draw straws for who
got to jump. Why I drew a straw was beyond me. Why I didn't offer my
jump to one of the others when I was picked I'll never know. I was glad
I didn't. 

A half-hour later, I was eighty-odd feet in the air, shaking like a leaf
and close to tears. A large length of what seemed like nothing more than
elaborate knicker elastic had been tied precariously around my ankles. I
looked down and saw a few blobs on the ground jumping up and down,
waving violently. I reasoned that they must be my "friends", although
how they could let me go through with this without even a word of
concern brought their friendship into question in my not-so-logical
mind... 

Then it was time. The fool that was operating the crane yelled in my
ear: "OK - on the count of five: ". It wasn't the normal
'second-between-each-digit' count I was expecting. It was more of a
"FIVEFOURTHREETWOONEBUNGEE!!!!" and before I knew it, I had
spontaneously chucked myself out of the flimsy carriage. My heart
stopped. I suddenly became a devote Christian. I hated Newton and ALL of
his laws of motion (without exception). I remembered I hadn't put the
cat out before I'd left that morning. Did I really hate sprouts that
much? Why were the adverts for the "FarmFoods" freezer stores so utterly
shite? And, most important of all, why where my friends so much closer
than they were a second ago? "SHIIIIIIT!" I yelled as I saw the ground
hurtling towards breakneck speed. Then, God stuck his nose in and
grabbed my ankles, yanking me up to heaven. That was it. I'd died. I
just knew. Then I was floating - looking around me, I saw the curvature
of the earth and the whole of the showground. I spotted the TVR stand
we'd been at not minutes earlier, and a huge crowd of people below me.
Then I started falling again, very quickly, but this time, I laughed. I
wasn't dead - and it felt great! 

All too soon, it ended. I was left bouncing around, upside-down on the
end of a sixty-foot length of purple knicker elastic, and I'd loved
every minute of it. 

>From that point on I changed. To quote someone famous (whom I can't
remember the name of) "There's so much more to life than football". They
couldn't be more right - from that point on I was game for anything:
Rock climbing, abseiling, potholing, parascending, hangliding - you name
it. My parents now had a new worry - I was now not only 14 and at
boarding school, but I was an utter psychopath when it came to regard
for my own life, as far as they were concerned. In reality, they
couldn't be more wrong. True, I wasn't afraid of heights, falling or
even hitting the ground. But I did have a pretty healthy fear of death,
and still do Hankyu very much! 




CHAPTER EIGHT

Tay looked at me and, seeing I'd seen his reaction to seeing the ground,
blushed slightly. I just grinned back and held his hand. 

"Tay? TAYLOR?!" Ike came storming onto the stage with Zac following.

"See? They're not here. Damn - practice is cancelled, see ya!" Said Zac
and tried to make a hastened exit. 

"Not so fast," said Ike, grabbing Zac by the hood of the sweat shirt he
was wearing. 

Tay shoved two fingers into his mouth and gave an ear-splitting whistle.
Damn I wish I could do that... "Up here, Ike!" 

"Get your ass down here right now!" Tay just shook his head and slouched
back towards the stage. 

As we came back down to ground level, Ike was stood at the bottom of the
steps, hands on his hips looking every bit the prize shit-head Tay'd
made him out to be, even if he did look slightly fit at the same time.
That thought was soon sent flying from my head as soon as he opened his
mouth. 

"What the hell do you think you're doin'? Didn't you remember we were
supposed to be goin' over that new arrangement we talked about this
morning? And who the fuck is this?" he said, gesturing off-handedly at
me. I was really starting to get pissed off by his attitude. 

"I'm sorry, Ike, I was just showin' Dean here around... Guess it musta
slipped my mind..." 

I had to stifle a laugh. Here was Ike, Hanson Senior, trying to run the
show and Tay was just fobbing him off just as he did Zac. Zac, however,
was not so lucky in the suppression of his amusement, and a snigger
escaped his tightly pursed lips. 

"Shuddup, dick-wad," yelled Ike, pushing Zac back into his drum kit, his
head crashing down through one of his 'pastie' cymbals. 

"One hour. You'd better be here..."

"And if we're not?" I asked, now really narked at his attitude. 

"It's none of your business, queerboy," he yelled, not even turning
round. 

Now, I'm usually a fairly tolerant sort of person, but I would not stand
for that pig-headed tosser shouting at my boyfriend and sending a kid
four years his junior flying... 

"Would you like to come here and say that?" I enquired politely. Ike
stopped mid-stride, spinning on his heels to face me. Slowly and
deliberately he walked back so that we were just inches apart. Word by
word, almost whispering he repeated his sentence, poking me in the chest
with his index finger: "I said, 'It's none of your business'". I took
advantage of our proximity and grabbed his testicles hard through his
tracksuit trousers, Ike yelping, more with surprise than anything. 

I whispered back to him. "Yeah - I am a queer, and obviously you have a
problem with that. I don't. What I do have a problem with is you shoving
a kid half your height just because he knows you're making a complete
tosser out of yourself. Try it again, you'll be singing and octave
higher than him," I said, giving his balls an extra twist before
releasing him. He fell into the foetal position at my feet, whimpering
slightly. "C'mon, Zac," I said, pulling him up from in between the
cymbal stands and microphone cables, dragging him out of the stage door
into the bright winter sunshine. 

"I, I'm sorry," I said as we walked back to the trailer. "I shouldn't
have done that..." 

"Yeah you should!" grinned Tay. "I've wanted to do that to him for the
last year or so. You wouldn't believe how unkind he's been to Zac and
me, but I have to live with him, ya know? Anything I did might've just
made things worse... You alright, Zac?" 

"Yeah, I'll mend..." he replied, rubbing the back of his head furiously.

"Hey, your bleeding..." Sure enough, there was a slight red tinge to the
back of Zac's hair. 

"You got any surgical spirit or somethin' back at your trailer?" I
asked. 

"Should have - my mom insists we carry the essentials..."




Back at the trailer, I bent Zac over the sink and poured cold water over
his head to remove the stain from his hair and to soothe the cut
slightly. Hell, it always worked when I ripped up my knees on the
pavement... He winced slightly as the stream of water hit the cut. "OK
Zac, brace yourself..." 

"Why... YARRRGH!" he yelled as I dabbed a tuft of cotton wool soaked
with surgical spirit onto his wound. "Shit that hurts..." 

"It's obviously doin' some good, then," said Tay...

After we'd patched Zac up and he was back to his usual hyperactive self,
Tay called one of the take-away restaurants on the site and had a couple
of Pizzas delivered. I was absolutely ravenous and dived into the first
box as soon as it arrived, as did Zac, proving he was fit and well. 

As the number of slices deminished, we laughed and joked about anything
and everything, each of us full of anecdotes and amusing stories of
times past. Then Zac came out with a conversation-stopper. 

"So, what did you two guys get up to at that Alton Towers place, then?"
I think he sincerely meant the park itself, but none-the-less, Tay and I
stopped and looked at each other, then at Zac. 

The look of genuine curiosity slowly changed to sly understanding
without a word passing. "Should we tell him?" asked Tay. 

"Don't see why not..." I replied.

"Did you, you know, 'do' each other?" Zac asked, fidgeting in his chair
and leaning forward with anticipation. Just as I was about to answer,
there was a knock at the door. 

"I'll get it..." said Tay, leaping out of his seat like a gazelle on
steroids, a relieved look on his face. "Oh, it's you..." 

"Can I come in?" asked Ike, looking rather sheepish. Tay looked at me. I
just shrugged. 

"I suppose..."

Ike sat down at the table and took a deep breath. "I'm sorry," he said.
Tay actually looked shocked - it was the last thing he was expecting his
brother to come out with. "I've been acting like an asshole recently," 

"You damn got that right!" yelled Zac.

"Hey, let him finish," I said, holding Zac's arm.


"I've been acting like an asshole and I want to say I'm sorry. For
everything. You all right, Zac?" 

"Yeah, no thanks to you..."

Ike nodded his head slowly. "Dean, can I have a word with you? In
private?" 

I looked over Ike's shoulder at Tay - now it was his turn to shrug.

"Sure. You wanna go for a walk?"




Ike and I sauntered round to the pond that I'd gone swimming in earlier
that day and sat on one of the benches. 

"Dean, you're gay, right?"

"Last time I checked..." I grinned back at him

"Can you be serious for a moment... Thing is, I think I may be as well.
I don't know who else to talk to..." I was shocked! All three? Surely
not... "Thing is, ever since I've been on this tour, I've been thinking
about this guy all the time. His name's Andy - he's one of the lighting
fitters. I think he's 17..." 

He was really chewed up inside, I could tell.

"Thing is, ever since Tay told us he thought he was gay, I've been
thinking about it myself. Ever since I was twelve or so I've always
liked looking at guys, but kept telling myself it was wrong and I
shouldn't be doin' it..." Uh oh, mistake #1... "Thing is, I like girls
as well - hell, I've dated enough of 'em..." 

"Have you ever had sex with a girl?"

"Yeah..."

"Did you enjoy it? I mean emotionally as well as the sex?" 

"I guess... I loved her, I think..."

"Don't think I'm being rude here, but did you ever think about another
lad while you were doin' a girl?" 

"No! No....."

"You sure?"

"Yeah, I think..."

I felt like one of those shitty "Find your sexuality" questionnaires you
get in trashy teen magazines. Less than 20 points - Heterosexual. 20-60
points - bisexual, 60-100 points - gay... 

"Well, you might be bi..."

"You... You mean I'm not gay?"

"I didn't say that. Try not to put yourself in a category, or at least
not yet. Do you get on well with Andy?" 

"I... I don't really know him. I've seen him looking at me a couple of
times..." 

"Then get to know him! When's he next due to be around?"

"Tomorrow morning, for the sound test..."

"Then may I suggest you 'accidentally' bump into him? And remember - be
yourself, not who you think he wants you to be. If he doesn't want to
get to know you, he'll tell you..." 

Ike looked at me in a way I'd never seen before. Suddenly a whole
different aspect of his character had been opened up to me. 

"Sorry I was such an asshole," he said again. "These feelings have got
me real beat up inside. I just had to take it out on someone. I guess I
was jealous of Tay - he'd found his love and declared it. I wanted it to
be as simple as he made it look..." 

"It wasn't simple," I said, squeezing his hand. "It'll work for you.
Just wait and see..." 

"Would you tell Tay and Zac for me? I don't think I could do it..."

"Sure. They'll be pleased for you..." I patted his hand and stood up. I
could tell he wanted to be on his own for a while. 

"Dean?"

"Yeah?"

"Thanks, man..."

I just smiled and walked back to Tay's trailer.



CHAPTER NINE

"No shit?" asked Tay, still shaking his head.

"One of us gets a good idea..." grinned Zac.

"Hey, go easy on him, will ya? He's a bit shaken up at the moment." Tay
nodded his approval. Zac just got that shit-eating grin on his face. 

"Come on, Zac..." coaxed Tay. No change. "Right - GET HIM!"

After Zac had submitted and promised not to tease Ike under pain of
tickling to suffocation, we had to decide what to do with the rest of
our afternoon. I suggested we drag Kevin out of his perpetual slumber
and get him to take us to the Bull Ring - the large shopping centre in
the middle of Birmingham. 

It was a unanimous "yes" to this idea, so Kevin was dragged, blurry
eyed, from his caravan and propped into the driving seat of the Range
Rover. 

"Is he safe to drive like that?" I asked.

"Well, we do have seatbelts..." said Tay.



An hour later, we were stood in the middle of the Bull Ring in suitably
ridiculous camouflage gear, each of us dressed very out-of-character.
Zac was wearing a pair of Realtree paintball trousers and a fleece, the
hood of which he had pulled up tight round his face, and a pair of Cat
boots. Tay was wearing a baggy black Lee top, loose fitting black jeans,
Raybans and my Prodigy woolly hat I'd lent him. The black CrossTrainers
he had on finished it off quite nicely. I was wearing Tay's AirWalks, my
favourite pair of jeans that were threadbare at the knees, and a red
'Lumberjack' shirt. Kevin just looked a mess, but a bloody mean one
none-the-less. I had to get a photo of this - we looked absolutely
priceless! 

Looking around, though, I soon realised that what we were wearing was
about right - everyone else around our age seemed to be wearing that
baggy Gangsta shit (you know, crotch at your knees, trainers with
tongues big enough to be shin pads...). We looked normal for god's
sake... 

Our excursion started in an HMV MegaStore. As Tay leafed through the
"Best of..." style compilation albums with Zac, I headed to the MiniDisc
section. I'd had an MD deck for a while, and I'd recently bought an MD
walkman to match. But could I find any pre-recorded software for it
where I lived? Like hell I could... H... Ha... Han... Shit! No Hanson...
Oh well. Prodigy - Music for the Jilted Generation. I didn't have a real
copy of that... 

Half an hour and fourteen quid later we all emerged with our respective
purchases. The rest of the afternoon was fairly uneventful - the only
remarkable incident being Zac loosing his balance on an escalator, the
result being him, myself, Tay and Kevin all stumbling back down, taking
a few innocent bystanders with us. 

Only once did we get a "Are you Taylor Hanson?", although that was
swiftly dealt with by Kevin. "No. He definitely is not..." They didn't
argue... 

The traffic was bad in Birmingham's city centre as we tried to fight our
way back to the NEC. By the time we arrived, it was nigh on half six. As
we turned into the Arena car park, Kevin yelled "Heads!". Tay and Zac
immediately got into an aircraft crash-landing position. Not quite
knowing what was going on I just stayed how I was, looking around. Then
I saw them, a sea (albeit a small one) of people in front of us in the
middle of the road, waving Hanson banners. Oh, shit... 

Kevin slowed down dumped his elbow on his door lock, the central locking
isolating us from the undulating masses outside. He literally had to
push his way through them with the car, hands bashing the windows and
trying the doors. Now I realised why they were crouched down.
Accompanying the screams were a multitude of camera flashes - now I too
was curled up! Once we'd pushed through, the NEC security team did an
admirable job of keeping them back. 

"They're here already?" I asked. 

"That's about right," said Tay. "We've known people arriving at venues
even before we have!" 

"Look, lads," interrupted Kevin, "I don't wantcha out 'ere this evenin'
wi' them around, OK?" 

"Looks like solitary confinement again," sighed Zac. That suited me just
fine... 

Back in the trailer, Zac flicked on the TV and started channel-hopping.
"Is that all?" asked Zac, having reached channel 44 on the satellite
receiver. "That's crap..." 

Zac's flicking eventually settled on MTV. That dodgy girl from Byker
Grove was hosting MTV Dial. Zac picked up the cell phone from the
counter and dialled. 

"Zac - you're not..." I couldn't finish my sentence: Zac brought his
finger to his lips to shush me. 

"Yeah, Zac from Birmingham...." He said after a short pause. "Er, number
64, I Will Come To You..." 

Dario G's Sunchyme finished and the next caller was announced. "I love
the costume's they wear in that video... Anyway, we've got Zac from
Birmingham on line 4 - Hi Zac!" 

"Er, Hi!"

"So, what video have you chosen for us, then?"

"I'd like Hanson's I Will Come To You..."

"And who would you like to dedicate it to?"

"Um, my brother Tay and my friend Dean, please..."

"Sure - you just did! OK, Here's the Huggable Hanson brothers with their
latest European Number One, I Will Come To You... Hey, are yo..." she
was cut off as the opening black and white scenes of what I thought was
the best of their videos started, Zac quickly pressing the 'end' button.

"It really cracks me up when he does that..." grinned Tay. "Half the
time they never realise it's actually one of us and the other half they
don't believe it!" 

The conversation sort of fell dead for a while then, all of us just
quietly watching the video. Then I remembered the pack of cards I'd
brought with me. "Anyone for strip poker?" 



CHAPTER TEN

I lost the first two hands (beginner's luck, I guess) but Zac soon
caught me up, his smooth chest soon bared to my eyes and complaining
that he was "crap at poker - It's not fair!". To my utter disgust, Tay
hadn't even lost the band holding back his hair. This had to change. 

Lady Luck must've been listening in on my thoughts: Tay embarked on the
most dramatic loosing streak I'd ever seen in my entire life. You had to
try to do that badly. Then I cottoned on, and strangely enough, Zac was
suddenly sat at a table with to very-nearly-naked lads. The cool air in
the trailer very quickly got to Tay and myself - our respective boxer
shorts tented quite impressively at the front, although Zac couldn't see
either of us from the position he was sat at the table. I, however, was
within grasping range of Tay's love tackle, and grasp I did, gently
manoeuvring his hard but velvety-soft erection through the fly and
starting to beat him off slowly. Tay simply re-adjusted himself in his
chair, spreading his legs to give me better access. We then continued to
give Zac the pasting he needed to get the rest of his kit off - all the
time not noticing that I was beating his brother off good under the
table. 

Tay's breathing started to become irregular and laboured and Zac,
looking genuinely concerned, asked "Are you alright, Tay? You look a bit
weird..." 

Tay answered Zac's question simply by holding tight to the edge of the
table and groaning loudly, his body shaking as four or five strong
spurts of his cum rocketed out of the end of his dick in an arc,
splattering down on his Royal Flush. I'd completely forgotten how much
Tay could pump out, shocking me almost as much as Zac who was just sat,
motionless and wide-eyed. 

I picked up the King of Hearts from the table and licked it clean and
turning to Tay (who still looked a little dazed from the post-orgasmic
bliss he was experiencing) kissed him, running his sweet cum into his
mouth. He sucked on my tongue hard and swallowed, moaning slightly. 

He ran his hand down over my chest, rubbing my nipples and feeling the
ripples of my developing abs before wrapping his hand around my
throbbing dick that'd found it's own way out of my boxers, jacking me
slowly. 

He pulled out from the kiss and began necking me, gently biting,
nibbling and sucking me all over my neck, ear and cheek, depositing a
thin film of his spit-diluted cum as he went. He withdrew his tongue
from my ear for the fifth time and whispered "I want to do what we did
at Alton Towers..." 

I nearly came I was so excited! Tay stood up and walked over to his bed
and, reaching underneath, pulled out a shoe-box very reminiscent of the
one I kept under my bed at home. 

While he was retrieving his goodies, I looked over at Zac. He'd pulled
his chair way back from the table and his tight white briefs were around
his ankles. His right hand was working his beautiful little dick as if
it were the last orgasm he'd ever be allowed to have, bouncing his ample
balls up and down in their tight sac. 

"Ease off a bit, Zac: You might need it later..." I grinned. He smiled
nervously back and slowed his strokes. 

"Can you do me a favour, Zac?" asked Tay, settling down on all fours
between my legs, armed with a tube of KY. 

"Uh, sure, I think..."

"I want you to rim my ass while I get Dean slick. That OK with you?"

Zac looked a little embarrassed and didn't move. "Ermm, what d'ya mean?"

"He wants you to lick his arse with your tongue so I can get into him
more easily," I explained. Zac's dick jerked in his hand. 

"You mean you're gonna fuck him?!" he asked, eyes lighting up.

"He sure is," said Tay. "Long and hard..."

"Coooool..." said Zac as if he were thinking out loud, and without
hesitation, knelt down behind Tay, pulling his arse cheeks apart.
"You're not gonna fart in my face, are ya?" he asked, looking slightly
concerned. 

"Only if you hurt me real bad..." reasoned Tay. That was enough for the
twelve-year-old - promptly plunging his face against his brother's firm
buttocks. Tay's eyes closed with sheer ecstasy and moaned as he felt the
squirming tongue lick over his rosebud. "Push, Zac - I want all of your
tongue in me..." Zac grabbed his hips, pulling Tay back against his
face. He obviously succeeded, Tay's quick intake of breath signalling
their joining. 

After a few moments, Tay remembered my dick in front of him and in one
quick move, took my whole length into his mouth, his nose buried in my
pubic hair. He inhaled deeply, dragging my scent into his nostrils as he
started to suck, the back of his throat and tongue cradling my sensitive
head. He then pulled back and ran his tongue between my foreskin and
dick head, leaving me thrashing around in the chair, eventually having
to hold on to the arms for support. 

He let my cock slip from his lips and buried his head between my legs,
slowly looking up so that his nose lifted my balls. He stuck out his
tongue and licked from the bottom of my crack to the slight valley
between each testicle and then round the base of my cock before opening
his mouth wide and sucking both of my bollocks into his warm heaven. I
groaned louder, my fingertips going white with the pressure I was
putting onto the arms of the chair. Gently, Tay nibbled them whilst
running his tongue all over their hairless surface inducing a sensation
that sort of hurt, but felt so good I never wanted him to stop. 

"Tay - I, I'm gonna cum..."

He immediately pulled off me, obviously wanting me to put my load in the
"correct" place before I gave him something he could style his hair
with... 

Meanwhile, Zac was still busy at Tay's arse-end. I could see the top of
his head bobbing gently as he tongue-fucked his older brother, and every
now'n again, drop from sight completely as he gave Tay's bollocks a
tongue bath. 

"Woah, Zac, that's great, man. You sure you've never done that before?"

Zac just shrugged and sat back on his heels, his little hard-on pressed
tight against his stomach. Tay squeezed some KY onto his hand and
greased my shaft and balls, and then gave the tube to me. I got a good
dollop on my fingers and told Tay to stand up and rest against the
counter as if he were being searched. I then pressed my forefinger into
his backside with next to no pressure at all. That was soon joined by my
index and third fingers, and I gently twisted them round. This all
seemed a little too much for Zac - he just stood there transfixed, not
even playing with his dick. I lined myself up behind Tay and pushed
forward, his flower opening up to envelop my swollen cockhead. I held
onto his hips and pushed slowly and steadily forward, sinking my entire
length into Tay. Zac moved round to the side of us to watch the entry
and summed up all our feelings: "Woah......" 

Once I was "fully seated" so to speak, Tay stood up straight, his two
globes of firm muscle closing tightly round either side of my dick,
pulling me further in. I wrapped my hands around his chest and gently
played with his nipples as I kissed him on the neck and shoulders. I
gently started humping my hips into him and within moments we'd both
established a common rhythm. Tay wrapped his hands behind me and pulled
on my arse trying to get as much of me into himself as he could. As our
pace increased, Zac stood in front of us, jacking his four inches at top
speed again. 

The sight of his little brother getting off watching us fuck was
obviously too much for Tay: without anything touching his dick at all,
he shot his wad, splattering Zac's crotch with his essence. The feeling
of his brother's warm cum landing on him, making his dick and balls so
deliciously slippy set Zac off, returning a smaller, but still
impressive, volley of cum right back at Tay. This combined with the
continued spasming of Tay's insides sent me over the edge. I pulled
Tay's hips as hard as I could against me, my cock depositing its creamy
load deep within him. Even after my balls'd been emptied, I continued to
convulse in a seemingly never-ending orgasm, some of my cum seeping
around my dick and running down my balls to drop to the floor. 

Zac took a step forward and hugged us, pushing his cum-covered crotch
into Tay's. I released my grip on Tay's hips, sliding one hand to fondle
Zac's arse, the other scooping up some of their combined loads from
between them. I brought my HansonCum covered hand to my mouth and licked
it clean, savouring the taste before repeating my actions. 

In the back of my mind, I still couldn't believe this was happening to
me - it had to be a dream. I dismissed this thought though as Tay's
sphincter squeezed down on my slowly softening cock. A dream could never
be this good... 


CHAPTER ELEVEN

My attention then turned back to Zac. "Wow! I didn't think it could
possibly feel that good," he sighed as he pulled away from Tay, strings
of cum stretching between us like some bizarre scene from "Alien". 

The sweet smell of cum was strong in the room and acted like an
aphrodisiac to me - I still hadn't gone soft yet, although that was
probably due in no small part to the fact that Tay continued to squeeze
down on my dick with his arse. I felt so good, so safe inside him. I
simply never wanted to be away from him again, and kissed him on the
neck. 

It wasn't particularly comfortable standing as we were even though it
did feel so damn good. I gently pulled back out of Tay, my dick making a
slurping noise as I left him. Turning him round so that he was facing
me, I looked deeply into his eyes and once again felt as if I was
drowning in a sea of passion. 

Inevitably, our lips drew closer and we kissed again. Every time we
kissed was special to me, but for some unknown and inexplicable reason
it just kept getting better and better: I simply couldn't get enough of
him! I'd never grow tired of the feelings he gave to my cock as he
squeezed on it with his arse, or to me in general when we kissed and
touched each other as we did now, Tay's cum-covered dick and balls
slipping over my own. 

We cleaned ourselves up and, for "safety's" sake, got dressed again.
Zac, Tay and myself then settled down for the evening with a few cokes
and True Lies, me sat between Tay's legs on a bean bag, my head resting
against his chest. Zac, sat on a bean bag all by himself soon got lonely
and scooted over next to us, Tay pulling him in close. 

The last thing I remembered was seeing Arnie and that fat bloke walking
into "Omega Sector - The Last Line of Defence". I'd slipped into a deep,
deep sleep... 

= = = = =

I was woken up by the sound of a siren. As my eyes opened, I saw the
trace of a blue flashing light flicking through the curtains. Tay
stirred a moment after I did. "What the..." 

He got up and pulled open a curtain just enough to peep through. "Hey,
Dean - there's an Ambulance here! C'mon!" he said, pulling on his
AirWalks and leaping out the door. Zac just stayed curled up, fast
asleep on the beanbag. The evening's excitement must've been a little
too much for him... 

Sure enough, just outside was an ambulance, two paramedics legging it
towards the stage entrance, Taylor and myself racing after them in hot
pursuit. Once inside, it wasn't immediately apparent as to what'd
happened. Ike was on stage, looking up into the gantries in the roof.
"What's happened?" I asked. 

"One of the lighting guys has fallen off of the catwalk and hit his head
on a lighting bar - he's out cold..." 

I leapt off the stage and ran to the cluster of people (including the
paramedics) standing in the middle of the floor, looking up into the
ceiling, trying to shield their eyes from the harsh fluorescent lights. 

"...and he's the only one who can climb..." one of the riggers was
saying. 

"So how in God's name do we get 'im down, then?" asked one of the
paramedics. 

As my eyes became more accustomed to the lights, I could see a guy hung
slumped in his harness. From what I could tell, he'd been working too
far from where his rope was attached, slipped and swung
pendulum-fashioned into one of the uprights, his head taking rather too
closer a look... 

"Well I'm sure as hell not goin' up there! Gotta be at least forty
foot..." the other paramedic said. 

"You got a spare harness?" I asked.

"Huh?"

"I said, 'Have you got a spare climbing harness?'" I was met with
nothing but silence and a couple of rather strange looks. "Well, do you
have a harness or not?" 

"Uh, yeah - over there by the side of the stage..."

I ran over to the bundle of climbing gear he was on about and pulled out
a bright pink harness. MM., tasteful... Pulling it on, it soon occurred
to me it was way too big for me to use safely. "Tay! Camera a sec..." 

As Taylor approached, the look on his face turned from concern to
disbelief. "You're not even considering goin' up there..." 

"Shush for a moment and give me your belt."

"Huh?"

"Your belt! C'mon - if that guy manages to tip at all he could fall out
of his harness! I need your belt!" 

"OK..." said Tay, undoing the buckle and pulling it through the loops on
his jeans. 

Grabbing it from him, I looped it under one of the leg straps, round the
waste band and round the other leg strap. 

"OK - now pull it as tight as it'll go. I can't reach back there..."

As Tay pulled on the buckle, I felt the waste band and leg straps
tighten to something that was near enough correct. For those of you who
don't know, the best way to check if a harness is correctly fitted is to
look at the size of the bulge in your trousers - honest! The leg straps
tend to push your dick and balls forward if they're tight enough. Tay
noticed this and just smiled... 

I grabbed a couple of ropes, a climbing tail and two carabinas and
legged it up the stairs at the back of the stage. Once up there, the
only way I could tell where he was was by the group of people on the
floor. I found a suitably secure mounting on the walkway and tied one
end of a rope to it, chucking the rest over the side. My heart stopped
for a moment as I thought the rope might hit the guy dangling like a
worm on a hook - thankfully it missed, but only by a foot or so. 

I wrapped the climbing tail round another support point and clipped one
of the carabinas onto it, threading the other rope through it as I did
so. With any luck, the guys on the ground could belay for me if the
abseil rope decided to go for a holiday under the extra weight. Now I
now these ropes can take the weight of a Volvo (don't ask how I know - I
just do, OK?!) but the ones I was using looked decidedly worn. I wasn't
going to put my faith in just one of them... 

I hooked the abseil rope through the pan-handle on the front of my
harness and tied the belay rope directly into the harness itself. I
yelled over to the guys on the ground to grab the belay rope and hold on
tight and be ready to grab it if I started to go too fast. Taking a deep
breath, I climbed backwards over the gantry into nothingness, the
nearest foothold now being forty feet or so below me... I moved my right
hand away from my body, so allowing the rope to slide through the
pan-handle and I started my descent. 

The guy I was aiming for was now about five feet directly below me. I
slowly approached him and with my free left hand, grabbed his supporting
rope. As I got level with him, I suddenly realised that this guy was not
much older than myself, I'd have said seventeen-ish. He wasn't half bad
looking either - ear-length dyed blonde hair (the roots were starting to
show) in a centre-parting and a couple of earrings were the first things
I noticed, shortly followed by the square jaw line. There was quite a
gash on his forehead where he'd decided to argue with the support strut,
and a couple of bruises on his arms. Apart from that, he looked OK, but
I couldn't tell if he'd broken anything. I pushed my two forefingers on
to the artery in his neck and felt a good, strong pulse. His breathing
was slow, but regular. At least he was alive... 

I clipped the second carabina onto his belt, and then clipped his
existing one onto mine. We were now literally joined at the hips.
Gently, I undid the precarious knot that was holding his entire weight.
He suddenly dropped by about 8 inches as the slack was taken up by our
respective harnesses: I was ready for this but the blokes on the ground
were not - a sudden gasp going up. 

I checked the ropes one final time and released the rest of the knot
that was supporting him - he was now resting completely on my rope. I
gently moved my right hand away from my body again and began the
agonisingly slow descent to the floor. Under normal circumstances this
would've taken about ten or fifteen seconds if I were by myself, but
with an extra passenger (possibly a badly hurt one) a much leisurely
descent was called for. 

A couple of minutes later as my feet were approaching head height I
heard Ike's voice. 

"Oh my God.... ANDY!!!"

"OK, guys, get ready to take his weight - he can't stand up by himself
at the moment..." It needed saying as everyone was still slightly
shocked. The paramedics soon came round and supported his body as my
feet touched good ol' Terra Firma. As soon as I could, I wrenched the
harness off my hips - the combination of it being the wrong size and
Andy's weight on the front had cut off the blood supply to my legs... 

I handed the belt back to Tay. "You'll have to teach me to do that some
time," 

"Abseiling's easy..."

"No, I meant show me how to put a harness on," he said, discreetly
cupping my crotch. It was all I could do not to moan out loud... 

My mind was brought back to reality by the sound of Ike's obviously
concerned voice. 

"He'll be OK, won't he? Jesus, Andy..."

Just as he said that, Andy moaned and twitched a bit. "He's coming
round," yelled the rigger, the paramedics giving him a real good no
shit, Sherlock sort of look. "What's his name?" 

"Uh, Andrew. Andrew Birkett..."

"Andrew? Andrew, can you hear me?"

"Mmmmmph..."

"Andrew, I want you to open your eyes for me..."

"Nnngh, just another five minutes, dad? Pleeeese...."

The paramedic gently opened each of his eyes, shining his pen torch into
each of them to check for a pupil reflex. 

"They're slightly dilated, but responding normally enough. Nothing's
broken. We'll take him in just in case he starts to show signs of
concussion." 

"Can I stay with him?" asked Ike. He really had gone pale as if all the
life'd been drained from his very soul. He knelt down and took Andy's
hand, squeezing it and talking to him to let him know he was there. 

I suddenly realised the mental torment Ike was going through: Secretly,
he'd loved Andy and he'd never told him so. He could have lost him.
Forever. I looked over at Tayles and I could see from the expression on
his face that he'd realised exactly the same thing. Yet another bond was
formed silently between us. Neither of us had realised true love until
we'd lost it (albeit only temporarily as Tay went back to the states)
but now, each of us witnessing a potentially more tragic situation as
third parties, we realised it must never, ever be allowed to happen to
us... 

The paramedics carefully loaded Andy on to a stretcher and wheeled him
out to the ambulance, Ike in tow. 

= = = = =

Back in the trailer, we found Zac still fast asleep on his beanbag,
looking as cute as ever. "Look's like Psycho Boy's had a bit too much
fun for one day..." 

"Does he try to be cute, or can't he help it,"

"He hates being called cute," smiled Tay.

"Yeah, but how can he deny it?" I said, looking his face all over. I
noticed that his nose was ever so slightly crooked - hardly enough to
notice, but he was under my microscope at the moment... "Did he break
his nose or something? 

"Uh, sort of..."

"How d'you mean?"

"It was my fault - I'd been watching the Animaniacs and decided to try
their 'rock on the end of a see-saw and jump on the other end' thing.
Works quite well. The only problem was that Zac caught the stone with
his face..." 

It seems strange, but it never even occurred to me that Hanson was, in
reality, just a bunch of kids like me. They fooled around, played games,
impersonated their favourite cartoon characters... I was surprised, but
pleasantly so. An anecdote as simple as that put a whole new perspective
on them: they played music - it's what they were good at and loved to do
- but they just happened to be famous at the same time! 

I picked Zac up and laid him on Tay's bed (I reasoned that as it was a
cold night he'd probably get cold and join us at some point anyway) and
pulled off his shoes, socks and jeans and then puled the duvet up around
him. Tay and myself then undressed and got into his bed, Zac to my
right, Tay on my left. Tay wrapped his arms around me and we kissed
lightly, safe in the feeling of our togetherness. 

The aftershocks of my abseil, the shopping trip and "everything else"
had left me very tired, and I slowly slipped into a deep, contented
sleep, an equally tired Hanson on either side of me. I'll be with you in
your dreams... 




CHAPTER TWELVE

Zac was not subtle. Not in any way, shape or form even if he tried
really hard. 

I was just reliving the moment we first met on the EuroStar those few
months ago - Tay sat listening to a walkman and me acting the
stereotypical, awe-struck fan, struggling for words and trying to get
him to sign a napkin. I was just getting to the bit where I'd chucked my
dad's cup of tea in his lap and he was pulling his jeans off when I felt
a heavy weight land on my chest with extreme force. 

"MOR... NIN'... DEAN..." yelled Zac as he bounced on my chest with each
syllable. I couldn't believe how heavy 96lbs of Zac could feel at half
past nine in the morning. However, I wasn't the only one to get the Zac
Attack. "GET... UP... TAY... LOR...!!" 

"Mmmmmph... Piss off, Zac..." mumbled Tay, pulling his pillow over his
head. Zac was on a mission, though. Instead of sitting astride Tay, he
pulled his knees together to create more pressure.

"GET...YOUR...LAZY...ASS...OUTA...BED!!!"

Seeing he wasn't going to get any more kip this morning, Tay decided to
do something about his little brother ordering him about. In one fluid
movement, Tay grabbed the pillow that he had over his head and moved it
in a powerful arc, connecting quite successfully with the side of Zac's
head. 

This caught Zac so much by surprise he fell sideways on top of me and
promptly rolled of the edge of the bed with a thump. A couple of seconds
later, he reappeared brandishing the bean bag he'd been sleeping on last
night and attempted a swing at Tay. However, the bag was heavier than he
thought and as he swung, lost his balance and missed Tay completely.
However he got me with 100% accuracy. 

"Woah, shit - sorry. Dean..."

I didn't even wait for the explanation as I grabbed my own pillow and
whacked him hard over the top of the head and then in his side as he
crouched over. I jumped off the bed and "fought" him all the way down to
his end of the trailer, eventually cornering him. Zac grinned and,
grabbing my bollocks gently, scooted between my legs. Now it was my turn
to be surprised. Thankfully I had backup: 

"Hey, Zac! Catch!" Yelled Tay as he threw a bunch of keys towards him.
Reflexes took over and Zac dropped the pillow he was holding to catch
the keys. Big mistake. Tay charged at him with the bean bag Zac'd tried
to use on Tay, knocking him backwards onto his bed. Tay immediately
jumped on top of him and pinned his arms with his knees. 

"Give up?"

"NEVER!"

In another slick move, Tay flipped Zac over and pulled one of his arms
up tight against his back. "NOW d'you give up?" 

"Hell no..."

Tay yanked his arm slightly higher.

"Arrgh! OK, OK I give up..."

He leapt of Zac straight away and proceeded to get dressed. I got the
impression this was a daily routing that they'd obviously got down to a
tee... 

"Whaddya want for breakfast?" he asked me.

"Um, dunno - Where are we eating?"

"That little cafeteria up in the Foyer - the whole team eats there in
the morning..." 

We proceeded to have a shower and get dressed. Roller blades were
attached to three pairs of feet and we headed off to breakfast. It was a
sharp, crisp morning outside - a thin film of frost covered everything
causing the sun to reflect off every surface possible. All I could see
of Tay and Zac infront of me were two silhouettes, a pair of ponytails
swinging from side as they skated. 

We rolled into the cafe and a huge cheer went up - apparently news of my
little abseil had spread somewhat. A guy in his mid forties came over to
me and hugged me tight and then vigorously shook my hand, words of
thanks flying from his mouth. Apparently, this was Jon Birkett, Andy's
dad. 

"I just wanna say thankyou for saving my son's life... He's all I have
left after my wife died last year.. I... I... THANKYOU!" I didn't know
what to say - I did what I had to... 

"What the hell was all that about? And where's Ikeypooh - He's usually
up by now..." asked Zac, a little confused. 

Tay explained to him about my leaping off a gantry with nothing but a
piece of string to support me, and how I managed to catch Andy just as
the buckle on his harness broke... 

"Wow, really?" asked Zac, wide eyed. 

"'Course not really," grinned Tay. "But he did abseil down and bring
Andy back to safety..." 

"Why didn't you wake me up?!" asked Zac, disappointed to have missed all
the action. 

"We didn't want to disturb your beauty sleep," I replied. "You need
it..." 

Zac tried to kick my shin under the table, but instead hit his leg on
the crossbar of the table, much to our amusement. Just then, the Range
Rover puled up outside the caf and Ike got out the back. He then ran
round to the opposite side, and helped Andy out. He still looked a
little shaky on his feet and had a large bandage wrapped like a bandanna
round his head, but otherwise seemed OK. As they walked in, Andy's dad
hugged him and showered him with kisses, telling him how much he loved
him. Wow - I'd never seen such a display of genuine father-son concern
before... 

Ike and Andy walked over to our table and sat down. He held out his hand
and I shook it. "I take it you're Dean - thanks, man... I can't remember
exactly what happened, but thanks..." 

"Hey, no problem," I said, visibly blushing: I hated all this attention,
it just wasn't me. 

As a conversation got going, I began to notice Ike and Andy's body
language: they were sitting a lot closer together than would normally be
deemed "acceptable" for two teens (then again, so were Tay and myself)
and they had no problems about casually touching each other, again a lot
more that 'normal'. When Andy looked away for a moment, I raised an
eyebrow at Ike. He smiled widely back and nodded his head. He was a
completely different person to the guy I'd nearly castrated the day
before; happy and glowing and enthusiastic again. Not at all the moody,
depressed teenager with long greasy hair that had been the bane of Zac's
and Tay's lives for the last few months. 

They were noticing it also and seemed a lot more happier around him than
they had previously, now laughing and joking, and not having to keep
their guard up all the time. I felt slightly sorry for Zac, though. He
didn't have a partner and seemed a little saddened by the fact that both
of his older brothers had pulled and all he had was his left hand... 

As the conversation continued, it turned out that Andy, as well as being
one of the lighting riggers, was also a camera operator for the
performance. Because the Arena was so large, video screens were required
to allow people in the tiered seats around the edge and those on the
floor at the back to get any sort of a decent view of their favourite
group. 

Also, as you probably already know, the Hanson brothers are video freaks
- filming almost anything and everything they do. Well, the concerts
over the next few days were going to be recorded for "library footage",
and also for possible use in their next video. However, Andy didn't feel
well enough to do his job properly and a replacement would need to be
found. 

"Dean's a bit handy with a camera, aren't you..." volunteered Tay. I was
forced to admit that a film myself and a couple of friends made a few
months back entitled "The Secret Life of the Badger" won an award from
the BBC's Country File programme. 

As it turned out, one evening when we were filming, a pair of badger
baiters turned up and decided to have a go at our badgers. We were
scared shitless in case they saw us, but carried on filming none the
less and later submitted the film to the police as evidence. We were
informed a few weeks later that our tape had helped convict the two men,
and had been sentenced to a short time in prison... 

"Well," said Andy, "looks as if I've found my replacement cameraman..." 

"What do I have to do?" I asked, never actually having filmed a 'live'
performance before. 

"It's easy - just come to this morning's rehearsal and do whatever the
director tells you to do through your headset. Just stay in focus, on
time and out of the way and you'll be fine..." 

Well, it sounded easy enough...



An hour or so later, everyone was in the Arena getting ready for this
evening's performance. Since last night, two of those aerial cameras
(you know, the ones on huge hydraulic lifts) had been set up along with
four "microcams" - two on Zac's drums, one on Tay's keyboards and one
clamped to the side of Ike's microphone stand. 

I met the director with Andy as he explained what had happened. He
seemed a fairly reasonable sort of bloke and after realising that there
was no way he'd be able to get another cameraman in time, willingly
agreed to let me do Andy's job. 

I was given a medium-sized Sony DV camera with a cunning box of tricks
on the back - as well as recording to its own tape, it used a tiny radio
transmitter to send the pictures back to the vision mixer, as well as
keeping me in contact with the director. As a consequence, my brief was
to get where the other cameras couldn't go - the middle of the stage,
behind the stage (to follow them as they walked on) in the roof and even
out in the audience if one of the brothers decided to pick someone to
come up on stage with them. 

Things went well - the entire show was scripted, but in a way to allow
Ike, Tay or Zac to modify it if they wanted during the evening. It was
also a first in the sense that they had never performed "At Christmas"
live before... 

"OK - you ready, Zac?"

"Yeah - just get on with it!"

I couldn't believe how good Tay's opening piano piece sounded, so full
and rich - the emotion simply oozed out of the speakers... The first
verse went fine, but the chorus came tumbling down with their harmony
bit 

"ZAC! You're late again!"

"I'm not late! You were later than me..."

"Would you two quit arguing?" interrupted Tay. "Let's just play it
through first, OK? We can nit pick later..." 

Once they'd got going, I was very impressed by how good it sounded
considering they were performing live. 


             Can't you feel it changin'
             Sense the anticipation
             You can tell we're almost there
             Precious time we're takin'
             Memories we're makin'
             There's Christmas in the air...


Apparently, the computers'd been turned off as one of them had crashed,
rendering itself unusable. This didn't seem to phase them at all and as
far as my untrained ear could tell, they were doing damn well! 


             At Christmas, Christmas
             No matter who you are or how far you've come
             This is where you belong
             At Christmas, Christmas...


During this performance, the aerial cameras were floating around and I
was getting assorted shots of both Tay and Ike, Zac being covered by one
of the other guys. Whenever I glanced away from my viewfinder, Zac was
permanently singing, mugging and generally performing to his camera, and
not to where the audience would be, but I guess it was just his style. 

I was then asked to get a head-on shot of Tay by the director, so I
moved round and stood in front of him. Tay was too preoccupied playing
his keyboard to notice I'd turned up, but when he did look up, he gave
me a flash of his killer smile that I knew would've provoked a huge
scream from the floor of lust-filled girls, had they been here.
Thankfully they weren't and I got to enjoy it all by myself... 

The rehearsal broke for lunch at about a quarter to three in the
afternoon. I didn't realise how quickly the time'd gone I'd been so busy
- I then realised how bloody hungry I was! A fried breakfast and a
couple of rounds of toast can only last so long... 

As we walked over to the stage door, Ike was conspicuous by his absence,
and mentioned this to Tay. Looking around, we eventually spotted him: He
was sat on the bottom step of the flight of stairs that ran up to the
roof, Andy sat next to him. As my eyes got used to the darker back stage
area, I could see they were holding hands. Suddenly, Ike leaned over and
kissed Andy full on the lips. Andy was obviously not expecting this and
it took him off guard slightly. Ike immediately looked worried, thinking
he'd gone a bit too far, too fast. He needn't have worried, though -
Andy just pulled him closer and they began snogging good and proper... 

My heart froze as I looked at Zac. Leaping over to him, I clamped the
palm of my hand down hard over his mouth, just managing to prevent
whatever he was about to yell at the two lovebirds in. Keeping my hand
over his mouth so I had him in a sort of head lock, I began walking
towards the door. Tay grabbed my free hand and squeezed it, I just
smiled back. I wasn't sure, but I think it was a 'than you' for sorting
his brother out... 

As we walked out into the cold December air, my mind wandered back to
what I'd said to Ike earlier. I was pleased he'd 'bitten the bullet' so
to speak and, thankfully, it'd worked. I couldn't have imagined what
he'd be like now if Andy had refused him. But he hadn't, and Ike now had
a very special friend he could talk to about anything and everything;
and I'd guess the same would be true for Andy as well... 

I released Zac from my headlock and mussed his hair a bit to show there
was no hard feelings. He grinned back at me, but he seemed a bit subdued
when compared to his 'normal' Psycho Boy state. I couldn't be sure, but
he seemed a bit upset he hadn't had the chance to meet someone his own
age yet. Little did he know that that would all change that very
evening... 



CHAPTER THIRTEEN

For the rest of the afternoon, Tay, Ike, Zac, Andy and myself just hung
around, not doing a whole lot. We hit upon the idea of teaching Andy to
rollerblade, so we strapped a pair on his feet and a crash helmet to his
head and guided him out to the car park. Considering that this was his
first attempt, he did surprisingly well, managing to skate practically
un-aided after the first five minutes or so. 

All too soon, the stage manager came out and gave us a bollocking,
saying we should be getting ready for the performance. Looking at my
watch, I saw it was five minutes to six - only about an hour to go! 

We all headed off towards the dressing rooms (another trailer) and
watched as Ike, Tay and Zac got ready. I wish I had the resources to get
a wardrobe like they had together - Zac ended up in a pair of tight
white jeans and a near-fluroescent yellow tank top. Tay wore a white
Adidas T-shirt with twin black stripes down the arms alog with a pair of
very baggy maroon trousers and his favourite CATs. Ike wentt for the
biker look: Black jeans, plain white T-shirt and a black leather jacket.

By this time it was T minus thirty minutes and counting, and everyone
was nervous - even Andy who wasn't actually doing anything! (Infact this
probably compounded the problem - If you don't have anything to do, then
you have more time to worry...) 

I decided I'd better go and get my camera ready. I too'd changed my
clothes but into something a little less conspicuous: Black jeans and a
long sleeved black shirt. For the first time since I'd been with Tay, I
actually tied my hair back, revealing the undercut I'd got. I'd done
this as it allowed me to be casual when I wanted, and relatively smart
looking when required. Although not required to look smart this evening,
it kept my hair out of the viewfinder! 

I told everyone to "Break a leg" and kissed Tay good luck. I headed to
the vision mixing room and picked up my camera and a couple of spare
batteries, the director giving me a few extra ideas about the sorts of
shots he wanted. To my horror, the first thing he wanted me to do was
walk into the middle of the stage and wave at the crowd. With any lick,
they'd see themslves on the huge screens either side of the stage and
wave back. I took a deep breath and headed towards the stage door. 

Before I even got close, the thing that impressed me was the sheer
volume of the crowd - and Hanson wasn't even on stage yet! When I opened
the stage door, the sound waves hit me like I'd run into a brick wall.
You didn't just hear the sound, you experienced it with every sense your
body posessed, and then some! Words simply fail to express the shere
enormity of the situation. To give you some idea, my camera's VU meters
had already dropped off the far end of the scale and, if they'd had
their way, would've punched a hole in the side of the viewfinder! 

I braced myself and walked up the short flight of steps to the stage.
Peering round the wings, I could see nothing but an ungulating,
swirling, flowing mass of people, all of them without exception here for
one purpose and one purpose only: to experience the child prodigies
known as Hanson... 

Pulling myself together, I decided to "jump" and stepped out onto the
stage. As soon as I became visible, the volume level doubled, that in
itself was something to be experienced. Here was I, an unknown, standing
on stage with a Sony DV camcorder pointed right at a few thousand
people. I took a few steps foreward and raised my left hand to wave
with. Immediately, everyone in the audience who was directly infront of
the stage started waving back and leaping around, desperate to make it
into my field of vision. 

Deciding this wasn't too bad, I headed for the steps thet led from the
front of stage to the camera run, between the stage and the audience.
Trying to keep the camera as stedy as possible, I did a tracking shot,
walking backwards aling the entire front of the crowd - arms being waved
and banners displayed, everyone pronouncing their passion for their
favourite group. 

When I was about half way along the line, I fealt sure I recognised one
of the faces that was waving wildly, however I could not stop until the
shot was complete. Once I'd reached the end of the line, my "on-line"
light went out, signalling I was no longer being "used" by the director.
His rasping voice in my headset told me that was a great shot and to
stand by. 

I took the opportunity to walk back to the centre of the line to
investigate who it was I thought my mind had recognised. It must've been
the hair that caught my attention as that was all I could really see as
I approached, but within moments, I recognised the hair's owner to be
none other than Gareth from school! 

"Gareth!" He just kept waving with the crowd...

"GARETH!!" A puzzled look appeared on his face as he wondered how the
hell one of the Hanson stage crew knew his name. He decided which one of
us was yelling and suddenly recognised who I was. 

"HEY! DEAN! WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING HERE?!"

"IT'S A LONG STORY! I MET TAYLOR HA... JUST COME HERE..." I yelled,
pulling him over the barrier. The other fans around him decided this was
a good idea too, and tried to leap over after him, but were soon put
back in their place by Kevin and his colleagues. 

Gareth was physically shaking with excitement. First it was pure luck
he'd been able to attend. Second, somehow he managed to get himself to
the very front as the huge wave of people washed into the arena, and now
a friend from school, inexplicably managing to be one of the crew, had
pulled him over the crowd barriers so he got a better-than-front row
seat! You could easily see he was overwhealmed... 

Just then I got a message through my headset saying they were about to
come on stage. "Dean, cover the crowd as they walk on. I want some of
those over-reactions from the girls..." 

"GET READY!" I yelled at Gareth. He just looked back at me, the
expression on his face one of sheer disbelief and anticipation. By the
looks of things, everything was going just that little bit faster than
he'd expected... 

Then the show started - the entire arena was plunged into pitch darkness
and everything went quiet. Then there was a crash from on stage. 

"Hey - anyone got a torch?" asked Zac's amplified voice from the centre
of the stage. A huge scream went up from the crowd as he said it, quite
taking me by surprise (although I guess I should've expected it...) 

"Over here, Zac," came Tay's reply from the right. Tay then switched on
a torch and pointed it at his own face. The scream that went up then was
something else: it must've been four times louder than before! My
hearing started crackling like a tape that's been over recorded... 

"Uh, guys, I think I've found the power switch," said Ike from somewhere
off the side. A couple of second later, there was the sound of a large
circuit breaker being thrown and the three brothers were each
illuminated by their own private pool of dim light. 

Ike came out from the wings (to yet another scream) wearing a hard hat
with a head torch strapped to the top with parcel tape, and picked up
his guitar. 

Without saying another word, they immediatly started playing the opening
bars of "Thinking of You", the lights on the stage coming back to life
one by one with each of Zac's drum beats. It must be said that these
guys sure knew how to put on a performance! 

Throughout the whole song, almost every time Tay sung "I'll be thinkin'
of you..." he kept glancing at me. Here were thousands upon thousands of
people, all desperately wanting his body (and I'm sure he could've had
any of em - boy or girl - if he'd have wanted to) but he kept looking at
ME! To say I was happy was a severe understatement... 

As I was leaping around with the camera, I noticed that Gareth was still
stunned: he was hardly moving and just gawpsing at the Adonii on stage. 

"Dean, I want a shot of Zac from the side so he can mug at the
audience..." I decided to really make Gareth's day, so I grabbed his arm
and began pulling him towards the stage with me. I suddenly felt the
resistance increase and looked round to see what was wrong. The
expression on his face had gone from disbelief to shit-scared. I smled
back to encourage him and yelled "YOU DON'T HAVE TO COME ON STAGE - JUST
STAND IN THE WINGS WHILE I GO FILM ZAC!" 

He nodded his ascent and allowed me to guide him back stage. We jogged
round the backdrop and I strode on stage, leaving Gareth in the wings.
Zac didn't disappoint and immediately started showing off - not looking
at his drums or the others, just the camera. I saw his eyes leave me a
couple of times, something that he doesn't normally do. As soon as my
"on-line" light went out, he mouthed "Who's that?" 

"A friend," I mouthed back. Zac just grinned widely and craned his neck
to try and get a better view. Not wishing to put him off too much, I
stood out of his way and started filming Tay instead. Just as the song
was finishing, I got a "OK, Dean, I want... Oh, you're already there!"
through my headset. As he said that, I was back on-line to cover Tay
addressing his adoring fans. 

"Hiya, Birmingham!"

<<<SCREEEEEEEEEEAM!!!>>>

"Shhhhhhhh...." The screaming died down to a more reasonable level.
"There's only one rule at Hanson concerts - you must NOT stand still! We
want you all to join in!!" 

That did it. The room virtually exploded with sound. Just to top it all,
Ike picked up a sound meter from by his mic stand and announced: "Now,
Zac and Tay here think you're the loudest crowd we've ever had - BUT I
DON'T BELIEVE IT!" 

The scream that went up that time was louder than all the rest put
together. I just gave up trying to hold by headphones over my ears to
block it. I already had permanent hearing damage... 

"Dean - get over to Ike and film that sound meter..." the director
yelled in my ear. Good thing, too, or I wouldn't have heard him... 

"Who's your favorite group?"

"Hanson!" yelled the crowd in unison.

"WHAT? I CAN'T HEAR YOU..."

"HANSON!"

The sound meter was peaking at about 115dB. That's almost as loud as a
jet aircraft at 30 metres... 

"ONE MORE TIME!"

"__H_A_N_S_O_N__"

That did it. The needle buried itself over on the far right of the scale
at the 135dB mark and got stuck. Permanantly. 

"Well, that's it - you're now officially the most rowdy crowd we've ever
played for!" 

A huge cheer went up, everyone obviously impressed with their efforts.

"And as such, we couldn't possibly go for more than A Minute Without
You!" 



The rest of the concert was excellent, Hanson shining through and
performing (and I mean performing) every song from "Middle of Nowhere"
and in the middle of it all, completely unanounced, sang such a moving
vocals-only rendition of O Holy Night it nearly brought me to tears.
Just hearing those three voices - nothing else - singing those immortal
words in perfect harmony was just magical: 



             "Fall on your knees,
             O hear the angel voices,
             Night devine
             O night when Christ was born..."



If you weren't a Christian when you entered the building, you sure were
when you left... 

It all went without hitches bar one: Zac got a little too
over-enthusiastic in MMMBop and managed to break a drum stick, sending
it flying about five feet into the air. Luckily it was in a convenient
place and the crowd did an excellent job of singing for them whilst one
of the guys backstage raced around looking for a spare pair. 

The concert finished with a lot of stage re-arranging, something that I
for was not expecting. Off went Zac's drums, Tay's keyboards and Ike's
electric guitar, being replaced by a full size grand piano and a string
quartet! Everyone in the crowd looked as puzzled as hell, but soon
everything became clear as Tay sat down at the Steinway. The whole arena
fell to silence as he played the opening bars of "At Christmas", soon
being joined by Ike leading the vocals and accompanying Tay with his
acoustic guitar, and mainly the double bass and cello from the quartet. 

During the second chorous, the heavens opened, snowflakes and baloons
gently falling from the roof onto the crowd, me getting it all on tape.
By the end of it all, I could honestly say I'd been shaken by my
emotional foundations: the intenation and feeling that Ike, Tay and Zac
put into this performance surpassed my expectations ten-fold. Every
note, every chord, every harmony - they all came from deep within their
hearts and there wasn't a single person there that didn't feel the magic
generated by these three talented young men. 

The cheer that went up at the end wasn't just one of "well done", it was
a sincere, heart-felt emotion that was amplified by the shere number of
people, darting from euphoria to sadness and back again, all in a split
second. It was unlike anything I'd ever witnessed before or since. 



CHAPTER FOURTEEN

I took some final shots of the audience, and then followed Hanson off
stage. As soon as they walked off, they met Gareth who, not expecting to
see them closer than a few hundred feet away, was now close enough to
notice the slight chip on Tay's right front tooth from when he decided
to have an argument with a microphone in Germany... 

Zac took a shine to him immediately and within moments were chatting as
if they were old friends. I took the opportunity to give Tay a big hug,
kiss him and congratulate him on the performance, as did Andy to Ike. A
couple of minutes later as we broke from our respective embraces, Gareth
had his seemingly ever-present look of utter disbelief on his face,
although this time I knew exactly what he was thinking. There was,
however, one important addition this time: the rapidly growing tent in
the front of his jeans. Zac, who'd been looking him over constantly
since he'd seen him skulking in the wings, spotted it immediately and
took it as a green light. 

He literally jumped onto him, sending them both crashing to the ground,
Zac on top. Without pausing, he attached his lips to Gareth's and began
to kiss him passionately. Gareth, again completely shocked (how much
more he could take I wasn't sure - he never was very good with
surprises), didn't quite know what had hit him, but was soon returning
Zac's show of emotion with all the energy they could muster. It has to
be said that they were an excellent match - although Gareth was about a
year Zac's senior, they were of a similar height, same hair and eye
colour and from the looks of things, similar interests. Occasionally it
was difficult to see where Zac finished and Gareth started, and it was
all we could do not to give a big "Awwwww...". 

We didn't even try separating them, just suggested that we go somewhere
a little more private. They agreed and all six of us walked round the
back of the stage down towards the dressing room. 

"I hate this part," said Tay as we walked in.

"What part?" I asked, thinking he was refering to us.

"The bit where Ten adoring fans get to meet Hanson in person" said Ike,
managing to do a very unconvincing British accent. The phrase rang a
bell in my mind and traced it back to a Radio One competition that was
run about a month previously. It ran something along the lines of every
hundredth caller got a back stage pass to meet them in their dressing
room after the performance. Oh great. 

"Come on then, guys," I said, addressing Andy and Gareth. "We'd better
leave this lot to be slobbered over in peace..." 

"And where in the hell d'you think you're goin'?" Asked Tay, slamming
the door infront of me. "We need moral support here! D'you know how
depressing it is watching ten sweaty, fat, adolescent teenage girls
mentally undress you whilst they huddle together in the corner and do
nothing but giggle? It's not normal!" 

"You're not normal,"

"Oh, thanks a bunch, man," laughed Tay.

"You know what I mean. Meeting a celebrity isn't exactly a
common-or-garden experience for them." 

"Yeah, but is it too much to ask to get them to stop drooling? And they
fucking steal things! Some bitch has got my favourite soccer ball
pendant pinned to her wall with a notice saying 'Taylor Hanson gave me
this'!" I was beginning to see his point. It must get quite appaling
when you're promoted to being a deity at fourteen... 

"Brace yourselves," warned Zac. Sure enough, high pitch, excited voices
could be heard coming down the corridor, but quickly tailed off as they
approached the dressing room door. 


"I can't do it - you knock..."

"You wanted to,"

"Yeah but now I don't, OK?"

"Fine, I'll knock."

"I wanted to knock as well..."

"Jesus! Just knock on the damn door, will ya?"

"We'll all knock together."

"They'll think we're all mad if we do that..."

"They'll think we're mad if we just walk in! Are you going to knock or what?"

"OK, OK, I'll knock. Does my hair look OK?"

"It looks fine - just knock on the bloody door!"


I didn't think it could possibly take that long to give three almost
inaudible taps on the door. Zac decided to milk the situation a bit and
signalled for us all to be quiet. 


"Perhaps they didn't hear you..."

"Perhaps they've died WAITING!"

"You knock then."

"I'm not gonna knock - you're the knocker..."

"Would someone please just KNOCK ON THE DOOR!"

"SHHHHHHHHH! You'll upset them..."


I couldn't stand any more of this. I walked over and opened the door. A
sudden silence descended on the once very talkative gaggle of girls
before me. Tay was quite right - they were all sweaty from leaping about
for the last two hours and the majority of them were fat. Although I'm
gay I can tell a fit looking bird when I see one (all part of the
cherade of pretending to be straight, I suppose) and, believe me, on a
scale of one to a hundred in the fitness stakes, they were all
struggling to obtain double figures... 

"Evenin' ladies," I said, trying my best to stop my digestive system
going into reverse. "What can I do you for?" 

Silence.

"Can I help?" I said, re-phrasing the question into words of one
syllable and fewer in quantity so that someone with even the most basic
knowledge of the English language could understand what I'd asked. 

After another deplorable period of time that I was forced to endure the
sight of them, one of them eventually replied. 

"Uh, hi... Um, we're here to see Hanson?"

"Are you asking me or tellng me?" I heard a stifeled laugh from Tay.
That'd confuse them for sure. They felt sure it was a trick question,
and not just a case of punctuation. They conferred with each other for a
moment and the girl who'd answered me the first time replied: 

"Ermm, telling?"

"So you're telling me that you're here to see Hanson?"

"Y... Yeah..."

"Come in, then!" I couldn't believe such deadbeats were allowed out of
the house without the supervision of an adult. Then I saw a couple of
sets of parents lingering a bit further down the hall. Geez... 

I stood back, allowing Tinky Winky, Dipsy, LaLa, Po and the rest of the
TeleTubbies into the dressing room. They filtered into a relatively
organised two-tier lineup and just stood there, feasting their eyes on
our boyfriends. The cheek... 

"Hi there! I'm..."

"Zac!" said one of the girls. Well, duh...

"So, is there anything you'd like to talk to us about?" asked Ike after
another laboured thirty seconds of silence. This threw them again. They
were supposed to talk to them? This was a bit much to ask and one of
them feinted. Great... I stuck my camera headset on again and asked
someone to send one of the St. John's ambulance guys round to the
Hansons' dressing room. The worrying thing was not one of them paid a
blind bit of notice, their eyes just remained fixed on Ike, Tay and Zac.

"Ermm, I've always wondered, um Mr. Hanson..." Mr. Hanson! Now that was
a good one! "...what size shoes do you wear?" 

"Which Mr. Hanson?" asked Ike.

"Huh?"

"There are three of us, ya know..." pointed out Zac.

"Oh, sorry, Taylor."

"U.S. 13s"


More silence.


"Do you like singing?"

"We're pretty sure we do, yeah,"


Yet another silence.


"Do you have any other nicknames apart from 'Tay', Tay?"

"Erm, Tayles, I suppose,"

"Do you, Zac?"

"PROZAC!" yelled Zac, scaring the shit out of them.

"Hey listen, girls," said Tay, with his award-winning smile on his face.
"We're a little tired after the performance, ya know? We might hit the
sack now. Sorry if it's cut your visit a bit short - we'll send you
backstage passes for the first couple of venues on our next tour,
though!" 

They all looked slightly dejected but, being the Zombies they were, took
it at face value and slowly started to filter out of the door, one of
them dragging their feinted friend behnd her. 

Once the door had closed, I asked the question. "Will you really send
them more backstage passes?" 

"Sure! We've got their addresses from the competition!"

"I thought you didn't like it..."

"I don't. The next tour starts in New Zealand!"



CHAPTER FIFTEEN

Once they'd cleared off completely, we headed towards our respective
trailers. We reached Ike's first and Ike directed Andy inside. Just
before he himself went in, he pulled me closer and whispered "Thank you"
into my ear, and gave me a peck on the cheek. I was starting to like Ike
more and more as time went by: I'd never really given him the time of
day before I'd come here. Sure, he lead a lot of the songs and without
him, their harmonies would lack the re-enforcement the sheer power of
his voice provided, but he seemed less of an interesting character than
his younger siblings. Now I was begining to see him in a different
light, much as I had Taylor those few months ago at Alton Towers. 

As Tay, Zac, Gareth and myself stepped into Tay's trailer, I honestly
thought by bed Tay'd meant sleep. I should've guessed otherwise by that
hungry look he had in his eyes after he'd sent the girls packing. I
still couldn't believe they'd fallen for that. Sod's law one of them
would turn up, though, if only to prove a point... 

Anyway, the moment the door had closed behind us, Tay locked it and
leapt on me, sending me flying onto the bed. I couldn't believe how
hyped he was, rivaling Zac for enthusiasm! Just goes to show the amount
of adrenaline performing infront of a few thousand people provides... 

He sat on my stomach and pulled the band from his hair, his ponytail
morphing into long, flowing locks. I reached up and ran the back of my
hand over his soft cheek, his skin being covered in that barely
detectable fuzz of adolescence. I was rapidly becoming aroused, my tight
jeans not helping the situation by forcing my dick into the most bizarre
contortions. Tay was experiencing a similar problem, although his baggy
trousers gave much more scope for him to "grow into", so to speak. 

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Gareth staring at us, not quite
comprehending what he was seeing. Then Zac took a hold of his hand
making him jump slightly and, surprisingly, led him gently to his own
bed at the other end of the trailer. I doubted very much that he'd be
cold this evening... 

Tay leant forward and started subbing my chest. It tickled slightly, but
that soon gave way to the feeling of his hands gently rubbing all over
me. The shirt I was wearing wasn't tucked into my jeans, so every time
he rubbed upwards, the whole shirt would move creating a delicious
feeling everywhere. I was not only my sick getting hard - my nipples
could not put up with this for a second longer and became erect also. As
Tay's hands ran over them, he fealt it and diverted all of his attention
to them, causing me to writhe in bliss beneath him. 

Not content with having to feel my chest through the cotton of my shirt,
he slowly unbuttoned it and opened the front, resuming his rubbing. He
let his hands glide down from my developing pecs to what little I had of
a six-pack (I'd been working on it for a while and was just starting to
get the desired results...), tracing his fingers down the centre. Again
not content with the limited contact he had, he leant forward and
followed his fingers with his tongue. He licked over each subtle ridge
on my chest and, whilst he was tonging my "innie" with great passion,
proceeded to undo my belt and jeans. 

As soon as my flies were undone, my boner announced itself by producing
a tent big enough to pull the waistband away from my stomach. Tay
"Mmmmm"'d his satisfaction and planted his mouth right over the end of
my covered cock, sucking the spot of precum that had formed and
depositing his spit all over the shape of my shaft. I decided that Tay
was being a bit to modest, so I sat up and gently pulled his T-shirt
over his head, exposing his mildly muscled chest. I moved my to his
chest, circling his nipples with my forefingers as he did to me.
Somehow, we'd managed to get sat in such a way that tay was sat on my
lap, his legs extending behind me, my dick pressing firmly into his. 

It took only seconds for us to start kissing, each of us running our
hands through the other's hair. Tay tasted so sweet to me, and for a
moment, we breathed from each other's lungs as we kissed. 


= = = = =


Over in the other trailer, Ike and Andy were sitting rather awkwardly
next to each other on Ike's bed, neither one of them wanting to make the
first move or really knowing what to expect. Ike's mind was racing - a
part of him still didn't really want to admit that he was in love with
another lad whereas the overwhelming majority of his mind was shouting
at him: "Kiss him you fool!". "What the hell," reasoned Ike and lean
over, planting his lips firmly on Andy's. 

The ice broken, nature soon began to take over, them both instinctively
knowing what would make the other feel good. They gradually lay back
onto the bed, still locked mouth to mouth, but now having a more free
range with their hands. Ike, still being slightly restrained settled for
Andy's well-muscled chest, feeling the huge bulges of his pecks through
his shirt. Andy didn't have the same inhibitions, however, and dived
straight for Ike's crotch, unzipping his jeans and snaking his hand
inside to find his prize. He didn't have to look for long - there are
only a limited number of places seven-and-a-half inches of teen cock
could live, especially in the aroused state he was in right now. 

Ike groaned loudly. Never in his seventeen years had another bloke ever
touched his cock in order to provide pleasure and pleasure only. It was
far beyond anything he'd ever imagined, Andy's expert hand moving in a
way only lad's know about. This caused Ike to drop every last inhibiton
about what he was doing: It felt so right, so natural that it couldn't
possibly be wrong. He silently scolded himself for being so tight-arsed
the last few months when it dawned on him what he'd been missing. 

There and then he made a vow he'd make up for lost time and, so
thinking, undid Andy's belt and jeans and started sliding them down.
Andy helped by lifting himself up slightly, so making Ike's job easier.
This continued for a couple of minutes until they were both completely
naked. Andy pulled away from Ike slightly to survey his prize, and
gently shook his head. Infront of him lay 130lbs of naked Clarke Isaac
Hanson, complete with long, frizzy hair and dick pointing heavenwards. 



Andy had considered himself the luckiest guy alive when his dad asked
him if, after he'd left school that summer, he wanted to come on tour
with him. When he'd asked who with and he'd been given the answer
"Hanson", there was no stopping him. Just the chance to get to see the
odd glimpse of Ike, perhaps even talk to him, was almost too much for
him to comprehend. 

When he was actually working on the gigs, to see Ike keep looking at him
in a half-vacant "I want you" way was enough to fuel his fantasies for
the next few years, even though he'd reasoned it was just a product of
his over-active, hormone-charged imagination. 

Since then, he'd talked to Ike, but always got the impression he didn't
want to let him get too close. No matter how hard he tried, Ike wouldn't
let him near - not even as a casual friend, yet he was sure he kept
looking at him. 

It was this situation Andy was thinking about when he fell from the
lighting gantry yesterday. "Why does he act so remote," he thought.
"What am I doin' wrong?". He was so caught up in his thoughts that he
didn't notice the spot of grease left by one of the winch cables on the
bar he was crawling along. Before he really knew what'd happened, his
hand had slipped from under him, causing him to roll off the gantry. He
swung down and hit his head hard against an upright. Everything went
black. 

"He'll be OK, won't he? Jesus, Andy..." Who was that? He definitelty
knew the voice. But he didn't know anyone. No names, no places, nothing.
But he did know there was a splitting pain in his head, and groaned. 

"He's coming round," someone yelled. Coming round where? Could no one
make any sense? 

"Andrew? Andrew, can you hear me?"

Who was that? Then a face swam infront of his sightless eyes. It was his
father. Only his father ever called him Andrew. 

"Andrew, I want you to open your eyes for me..."

"Nnngh, just another five minutes, dad? Pleeeese...." He emplored,
wanting everything to go away. Then it did, silence and darkness
isolating his senses. 


He woke up to see a face peering down over him.

"Andy? Are you OK?"

'I'm dreaming,' he thought as the face of Isaac Hanson gradually came
into focus. He squinted to try and aid the process... 

"Ike? Is that you?"

"Yeah," grinned back the face. Andy's heart gave a leap in his chest.

"Where am I?"

"Hospital. You fell off of that lighting rig, remember?"

"No..."

"Dean abseiled down and got you to the ground!"

"Who's Dean?"

"He's Tay's boyfr... Um, friend he's got staying..." Andy may have been
only just regaining consciousness, but he'd latched onto every word.
"Listen, Andy, there's something I've gotta tell you, OK? You may not
like it..." 

"I will be able to walk again, won't I?" he asked in a panicked voice.

"Huh? Oh yeah, sure - nothing like that..." Andy breathed a deep sigh
relief 

"Andy, I er... I... I love you."

He never just said that, surely... "Huh?"

"I said 'I love you'" and so saying, kissed him briefly on the lips... 


"Are you just gonna sit there looking or do I have to come 'get' you?"
asked Ike, snapping Andy's mind back to the present. Not waiting for a
reply, Ike reached over and ran his fingers through his thick pubes, and
then up his circumcised cock, causing his body to arch with pleasure.
Drawing closer together again, they resumed their kissing, probing each
others mhouths with their tongues, first one way and then the other. 

Ike's cock was aching for release, so he climbed on top of Andy,
pressing their cocks together with a delicious pressure so good that
neither of them wanted it to end. Again instinct took over and Ike began
thrusting rhythmically against his lover beneath him, who responded by
meeting his thrusts with his own. The tempo gradually increased until
Andy yelled 

"STOP! I'm gonna cum..."

Without really thinking about it, Ike turned round so that his head was
level with Andy's crotch. He could see his dick spasming, desperately
trying to hold back the river of cum that was doing its best to escape
the confines of his balls. Andy surprised him by grabbing his dick and
pressing it against his face, almost becoming intoxicated by the strong
male odour origionating from it. 

Ike took Andy's throbbing hunk of meat into his mouth, running his
tongue all around the circumcised head and sucking hard. Andy returned
the favour and, holding the head of Ike's cock delicately between his
lips, sucked hard and used his right hand to beat the shaft. This did
nothing but encourage Ike to suck harder and lick more ferociously, now
bobbing his head up and down, Andy's dick crashing into the back of his
throat. 

Andy couldn't have lasted any longer with all the will in the world (who
could have?!) and surrendered to the feelings - his cock ejecting spurt
upon spurt of thick, hot teen cum righht into Ike's mouth. 

The taste of the warm, salty liquid on this tongue, the sight of his
muscular legs, the feeling of him sucking on his dick, the sound of his
heavy breathing and the smell of his cum assaulted Ike's senses to such
an extent he too could no longer hold back: With a loud grunt he thrust
his dick right down Andy's willing throat and six strong spurts of his
cum erupted from its tip. 

Feeling Ike convulse on top of him and the taste of his cum gave Andy a
second mini-orgasm, his dick spasming again, but no cum. However the
feeling was there and that was all that mattered. 



= = = = =



Every time he did it I couldn't believe how good it felt. Tay's dick was
buried to the hilt in my arse, and boy did it feel good! His arms
wrapped around me from behinf and I felt his youthful chest come into
full contact with my back. Once again, a complete state of utopia was
achieved. Ther was no meditiation technique, no psychiatrist, no drug
that could even contemplate creating such an overwhealming feeling of
wellbeing... 

Tay's strokes gradually became longer as he settled into a gentle
rhythm, nibbling on my ears and kissing me all over my cheeks and neck.
Every time he pushed in to me, he knew just the right angle to press at
so his dick gently prodded my prostate, sending small tremours
throughout my entire body. 

We were getting closer and closer to our mutual goal, so I decided to
urge Tay on slightly by squeezing down on him with my arse. He soon got
the messgae and began to pick up speed. However, the hugging position we
were in did't allow full articulation of his hips, so he lifted himself
off me with his arms and began fucking me with all he had, his balls
slapping my own with increased regularity. This was getting too much for
me - each of his thrusts sent my dick into a small, slick patch on the
sheets, creating a feeling much like that of my own hand. As this
continued, my foreskin slipped behind the ridge of my dickhead, so
doubling the stimulus. I could no longer resist and as I began to shoot
my load into a big pool on the bed, Tay simultaneously injected the
contents of his balls deep Into me, practically screaming with emotion
as he did so. 

As our simultaneous climaxes meled into post-sex bliss, we became aware
of quite a comotion from the other end of the trailer. We both had a
good idea of what was going on, but more for curiosity's sake, decided
to see for ourselves. 

The scene that presented itself to us as we creapt off Tay's bed was
another of those "once seen, never forgotten" types: Laid spread-eagled
on Zac's bed was Gareth in nothing but his tight white briefs, a very
noticable tent in the front of them. Zac (who was completely naked, his
four inches sticking out agresively in front of him) was just getting
onto the bed but was armed - a large bottle of Johnson's Baby Oil was in
his hand. Where the hell he'd got that from was anyone's guess... 

As we watched, he flipped open the top and allowed a small amount to run
out onto the palm of his hand. He carefully closed the top of the bottle
and began to rub Gareth's chest, producing the appropriate moans and
writhes from him. Not being satisfied with the effect he was getting
with the oil, Zac took things to his generic "all-out" level. Grabbing
the baby lotion again, he unscrewed the cap completely and simply tipped
the majority of the contents onto the body beneath him. Gareth yelled as
the oil was cold and took him by surprise, but when Zac proceeded to
pull his now slippy kegs off him, he soon shut up. From what I could
see, Gareth had a fairly decent four-and-a-bit inches on him, topped by
a small, but noticable, patch of dark blonde pubic hair, now matted
together by the oil. I immediately decided Tay and myself would have to
try this some time... 

Once Gareth was completely de-robed, Zac leapt on top of him and pimply
slipped around, rubbing his dick over everything he possibly could. Both
their bodies were shining with sweat and oil, accentuating Gareth's
muscles. He was a swimmer and as a consequence had one of those
to-die-for "bubble butts" and thighs that simply would not quit... He
also had a six pack that I was quite envious of, but that didn't matter
now. What did matter was that he and Zac were kissing, licking, sliding
and generally giving each other feelings they couldn't have imagined
were possible. 

I glanced over at Tay - he was hard again (as was I) and stroking
himself, watching his sibling give all he had to Gareth. I moved my had
over to him, taking over his stroking. He looked at me, and did the
same, running the tips of his fingers under the head of my dick, right
on that sensitive spot... 

Gareth was quite obviously getting into this in a big way: He was now on
top, his hips rubbing against Zac at a quite unbelievable speed. Then
Zac gave Gareth an invetation that couldn't be refused. He lifted his
legs up, opening his little hole to Gareth. He moved down slightly so
the tip of his dick slipped over Zac's balls and down into his crack,
causing Zac to gasp, more with anticipation than anything else I
suppose. He began to push forward and, thanks to the gallons of baby
oil, slipped into him easily. Zac smiled so widely I thought the corners
of his mouth were going to meet his ears! Gareth wasted no time and
began ploughing into Zac's arse with (forgive the expression) gay
abandon. Zac reached down and began yanking on his cock, making his
balls jump up and down against Gareth's pubes. Within moments, Gareth
yelled and pushed hard into Zac, moving him about a foot up the bed, his
arse muscles tensing and relaxing as he pumped his seed into Zac.
Shortly, Zac yelled even louder, and pumped a very respectable five
spurts in a big arc onto his smooth chest. Gareth, without the slightest
hesitation, leant forward and licked up all Zac had to give and
swallowed immediately. 

I felt Tay tense in my hand, so I quickly squatted infront of him,
allowing him to cover my face in his cum... 



CHAPTER SIXTEEN

Tay's breathing slowed as he recovered from what was a pretty intense
orgasm, judging by the amount of his cum I was licking from my face. I
looked up at him and smiled, licking my lips in an exaggerated manner.
Tay responded by smearing what was left of his cum across my face with
his dick. 

I took the opportunity to clean him up a bit by shoving my tongue under
his foreskin and swirling it around, producing more groans and hip
movements. 

Noticing the lack of action behind me, I turned round to look at Zac and
Gareth: both were hard again and slowly tossing eacth other whilst they
looked directly at us. First it was them turning us on, now the tables
had been turned. Gareth looked so cute: his blonde hair matted together,
and a mildly vacant look on his face. Zac also had that same look of
lust on his face, although I got the impression most of it was directed
at me. This turned me on even more and my yet-to-be-pleasured hardon
throbbed in response to what my imagination was coming up with. 

Just as I had had that thought, Gareth got up from the bed, releasing
Zac's little member from his grasp. He moved over to where Tay and I
were and looked at me as if to ask "May I?". How could I refuse such an
eloquently put request? I moved aside and sat next to Zac on his bed,
our thighs pressing together. Gareth was just about to drop to his knees
to give Tay his second head-job in as many minutes when Tay took control
of the situation: Holding Gareth by his hips, Tay lowered himpself down
and engulfed Gareth with the velvety mouth that I knew so well. 

Now, Zac may have been good and full of passion, Gareth acknowledged
that, but Taylor had the benefit of experience. His tongue darted around
Gareths tool, his throat corressing it in such a way Gareth had never
imagined possible. He was never any good with self-discipline, and now
what little he had went straight out the window: He grabbed two large
handfuls of Tay's golden blonde hair and started fucking his face with a
force that had to be seen to be believed, his balls slapping his chin
with each thrust. Tay coped admirably, easily taking all Gareth could
offer him with room to spare, his lips bearing down hard on the base of
Gareth's shaft whilst his tongue and throat took care of the "business"
end. 

Just the sight of this was almost enough to send me into spontaneous
orgasm, having to withhold myself from spurting my overdue load without
any form of physical contact. What happened next was inevitable, I
suppose. I felt long strands of hair falling over my upper thighs and
groin and then fealt a single tongue-lick over the end og my exposed
helmet. That was all it took to trigger gyser Lidster, my molten cum
spraying with intense force into little Zac's face. He was obviously
surprised by how quickly I'd cum, but responded as quickly as Red
Addaire in capping the gusher with his mouth, his lips forming a tight
seal around its base. However, this attempt to stop such a mighty flow
was futile from the start: the fusher simply could not be stopped, just
tapped. Zac did exactly this, allowing his mouth to fill and then
swallowing, repeating the process three times in all. 

On the last fill, he pulled off me slowly, being carefull not to let any
of his precious load fall from his lips, his cheeks bulging ever so
slightly. He pushed me back onto the bed, and allowed a small drop of my
cum to fall onto my lips, which I eagerly licked up. Carefully, he let
the rest of my cum run out of his mouth onto the palm of his hand. 

"You want more?" he asked, an evil grin on his face.


"Oh yeah," I submitted, still suffering the aftershocks of my own
orgasm. 

"Come and get it, then..." he said, rubbing the contents of his palm all
over his dick and balls. This just added an extra incentive to do what I
was hoping to do anyway and so I traded positions with him, pushing him
back onto the bed. 

Zac's shaft was fully erect and slick with my load, his tiny foreskin
pulled all the way back to reveal his angry purple head that visibly
throbed with each beat of his rapidly pulsing heart. The sight of his
hairless boner and balls along with the smell of my cum was turning me
on like you wouldn't believe, so I began licking my load from his most
private areas. Zac squirmed and thrashed around under the assault of my
tongue and I hadn't even started to suck him yet! There was a sharp
intake of breath as I pulled his dick away from his tummy and took the
head into my mouth. 

Throwing subtlety to the wind, I began a vigorous head-bobbing motion
and encouraged Zac to join in by moving his hips to and from my face. He
soon cottoned on and began fucking my face vigorously. 

Gareth had almost attained his goal, his tight arse moving in and out
against Tay's face. Suddenly, he made four or five pronounced thrusts
into Tay, grunting with each one, each time his arse cheeks clenching as
he sent his hot boycum into his more than willing mouth. Once he'd
finished emptying his balls, Tay stood up and hugged Gareth to him and
kissed him, giving his mouth full of cum back to its rightful owner.
Gareth readily accepted the return and licked and slurped greedily at
Tay's mouth, trying to get every last drop of his own juice from him. 

I was so preoccupied watching Gareth's performance the first couple of
squirts that erupted from the tip of Zac's cock caused me to gag
slightly as I simply wasn't ready for them. The sublimely sweet taste
immediately captured my attention and sucked even more vigorously as he
attempted to fill my mouth with his load, his little hairless balls
pulled tight to his body. 


= = = = =


Ike groaned, thankfully more with pleasure now than the pain he'd been
experiencing a few moments earlier as Andy's dick opened up his virgin
arsehole for the first time. Sure, he'd played with his arse a bit
before now, but only with things that were pencil width - including
Zac's toothbrush once: He'd been being even more of an annoying little
shit than usual on this occasion and, to make matters worse, Ike'd been
forced into babysitting. Now, Zac being the dearest little goody-goody
in their parents' eyes, Ike couldn't take a more orthodox method of
retribution without Walker and Diane finding out. So he decided to do
something he could get pleasure from without his parents or siblings
finding out. 

One night back in Tulsa as he was getting ready to take a shower, he
spotted Zac's toothbrush by the wash basin. He was in autopilot and just
about to put it back next to Tay's when the thought crossed his mind. He
started the shower and got in, taking the toothbrush in with him. He
soaped up his body and, after re-contemplating what he was going to do,
took Zac's toothbrush and gently inserted the handle into his now slick
arse. He closed his eyes with pleasure as he felt the plastic invader
make its way into him. As he felt the nylon bristles make contact with
the insides of his arse cheeks, the rounded end of the handle made
contact with something inside of him that sent shockwaves through his
entire body, his erection squirting a small amount of clear fluid from
the tip. 

Ike froze, not quite sure what he'd done and wondering if he'd broken
something. Tentatively, he pushed gently on the head of the toothbrush
and, sure enough, the same jolt of pleasue shot through him again.
Automatically, his free hand found his dick and began stroking as he
gently began prodding with the toothbrush... 

But Andy was no toothbrush and Ike was fnding that out the hard way.
Before they'd started doing "The Deed", Andy had underlined the fact
that he didn't want to do anything Ike didn't either. Right now, Ike was
not sur he wanted to, but his mind was being overruled by his dick that
knew once he got into it, it'd be a hell of a lot of fun. So Ike
suffered in silene as Andy gently pushed in and out of him. After a few
moments, his mind had to agree with his dick - it really did feel good. 

Andy could feel Ike starting to relax and respond under him, and so
gradually began to accelerate and deepen his thrusts. Hearing nothing
but a deep moan of approval he continued, marvelling at how tight and
hot Ike was. As their pace quickened, Andy's balls began slapping
against Ike's, giving both lads a new source of pleasure. Andy reached
round to Ike's front and began to stroke his heavily inflated member. 

It didn't take long: the feelings that Andy was giving to Ike surpassed
anything he'd ever felt in his entire life. Ike yelled with all his
might and erupted, sending his copious load into the palm of Andy's
hand. Once he had a hanfull, Andy broght it to his mouth and licked all
of it off. The taste of Ike' thick cum and his spasming asshole brought
Andy over the edge. Holding onto Ike's hips (not an easy task due to the
film of sweat, and now cum, over them both) he gave one last deep
thrust, planting the tip of his dick firmly against Ike's prostate, and
deposited his load... 



= = = = =



As we all gradually recovered from our respective orgasms, we all looked
at each other rather sheepishly as if embarassed at what we'd done. We
weren't, I'm sure, but it's the sort of thing that's "just not done".
Zac yawned and I looked at my watch. 

"What time is it?" asked Gareth, more than just a hint of urgency in his
voice. 

"Uh, ten to eleven..."

"Oh SHIT! I've missed my train! You wouldn't believe how much grief my
house master said he'd give me if I was late..." 

"Oh, shame. Looks like you'll have to stay here tonight, then," grinned Zac.

Gareth smiled back half heartedly. His house master was still one of the
"Old School" types who ruled with an iron fist and, if that didn't work
(which it nearly always did) a dirty great cane. In his eyes, this
insubordination was a definiate caining offence, if not being gated for
a week. For the non-public-schoolboys amongst you, gating has to be the
most inconvenient punishment possible: You must wear full dress school
uniform at all times, including weekends. During this period, all leave
is cancelled, all privileges revoked and to make matters worse, you have
to report to the Master on Duty every half hour during your free time to
have a sheet signed. I'd rather be suspended... 

"Perhaps you could call him. Tell him you've been busy and missed your
train..." I suggested. 

"Nah, that'd never wash. He'd 'understand' on the phone, but he'd still
kick the crap outa me as soon as I walked through the door..." 

"Tay, d'you know what you're doing tomorrow?" I asked. 

"Uh, bumming around, last time I checked..."

"How d'you fancy getting Gareth out of this slight problem..."

"How?"

"Well, I know this is a bit over the top, but how'd you fancy doing a
quick concert at my school?" 

"I'd love to -I wanna see the prison you go to..." he grinned. "Don't
know about Ike, though..." 



= = = = =



Right now, Ike would have agreed to about anything as he lay
spread-eagled on his bed recovering from his most intense orgasm to
date, Andy on top of him. He couldn't believe at the beginning of this
evening he was still having doubts about doing this sort of thing... 

He heard his cell phone ringing and looked around for it. Andy slowly
got up from on top of Ike, pulling his soft dick out gently. Ike
rummaged through the pile of clothes and retrieved his phone and pressed
send. 

"Yeah?"



= = = = =



"Uh, Ike?" asked Tay. It didn't sound quite right for Ike. "Oh, sorry,
didn't recognise you for a moment... Listen, whatcha doin' tomorrow?...
You wanna go to Dean's school with us? We gotta take Gareth back...
Yeah? Cool! We'll have to leave early, oh, and bring your guitar...
Great - thanks, man. Later..." Tay ended the call. 

"He says he'll go. Apparantly he owes you a favour, Dean. Can't imagine
what for..." 

We were all completely knackered and decided that as we hadan early
start in the morning, we'd better hit the sack. Tay picked up his phone
again and rang Kevin to make sure he'd be able to give us a lift. Kevin
had no problem with this, but as six of us were going, he'd have to take
us in Dorf. 

"Dorf?" I asked.


"Kev's Ford Transit" replied Tay. Oh, great. I'd rather go in the Range
Rover and have Tay sit on my lap. Come to think about it, I'd like to
have Tay on my lap most of the time... "You'll like it, promise..." Tay
assured me, seeing the dismayed look on my face. 

Tay took my hand and pulled me over to Zac's bed where we'd all silently
decided we'd sleep together. As I slipped into the bed, the feeling of
three other hot, naked lads next to be sent shivers down my spine and
within moments, was hard again. From the prods I was getting from both
sides, so was everyone else, but we were all so tired, we simply hugged,
kissed and rubbed against each other. I fell asleep with Tay's hardon
between my legs. 




CHAPTER SEVENTEEN


Kevin woke us up the next morning at a quarter past six. Not getting a
huge response, he unlocked the door using his master key (the priveliges
a security bloke gets...) stuck his head inside the trailer and yelled
for us to get up. When he saw Tay's bed deserted and four times the
amount there should be in Zac's, he muttered something
indestinguishable, shook his head and left us alone. We then heard
roughly the same routine going on next door with Ike and Andy. 

I asked Tay what Kevin'd think about us all sleeping together.

"He's swarn to secrecy. No matter what we get up to, Kev won't let on a
bit, even to our parents. That way they don't have anything to hide from
the press. Why else d'you think Kev gets such a big pay packet... The
only thing he would pass on was if he thought one of us was doing drugs.
We're not into that kinda shit, so no problems..." 

We dressed each other as quickly as was practicable, but with some
underware swapping thrown in for good measure. Zac fished a box of
Frosties out fom a cupboard and we all grabbed handfulls due to the lack
of milk without lumps in it... 

A couple of minutes later, Ike opened the door, wielding his acoustic
guitar. He informed us that it was now called Drew after Andy - he was
in the habit of naming his guitars after the person he had a crush on at
the time. Drew just happened to be a suitably genderless name that he
could use in public without eyebrows being raised. He also told us that
Andy wouldn't be coming as he was needed in pulling the lighting rigs
apart. 

"Dean, he told me to tell you he shouldn't need your help today," Ike
grinned. 

We decided we were about ready to set off and meandered outside. Kevin
was nowhere to be seen but one of the huge touring lorries had its
tailgate open and a pair of ramps extending from the back. 

"Where is he? I thought he was the one that wanted to leave early to
miss the traffic..." No sooner had the words left my mouth when the
sound of a large, nearly unsilenced V8 engine ripped through the cold
mornng air, closely followed by the twitter of a pair of turbochargers. 

My jaw dropped as a deep pagan purple coloured vehicle began to reverse
down the ramps. From the profile I had of it, it was definitely a Ford
Transit, but like no other I'd ever seen in my entire life! Apart from
the outrageous paintwork which was now revealed in its entirity
(including finely detailed artworks of scantily clad valkeries) the
vehicle sat on huge 18" Oz 3-spoke alloy wheels clad in equally
impressive foot-wide Yokohama tyres. You could only see about two thirds
of the above, however, as the suspension had been lowered to such an
extent. 

The driver's window glided down into the door, revealing a very smug
looking Kevin, complete with semi-insane grin. "Whatcha think?" he asked
me and Gareth, already knowing the answer from the look of utter
disbelief and envy on our faces. Tay grabbed my hand and we walked over
to the idling monster. He opened the slding door to reveal an interor
becoming of the vehicle's impressive exterior - leather Ricaro seats and
harnesses, deep pile purple carpet, purple neon strip lights everywhere
at floor level and grilles covering speakers that looked like they could
rival the sound system in the NEC... 

Walking round the outside of the van, I could see where the name came
from: I'm not quite sure how he did it, but each of the blue Ford ovals
had indeed been modified to read "Dorf". The front air dam was now but
half an inch from the tarmac and there were more lights embedded into it
than you could shake a stick at. The normal plastc grille had been
replaced with a balck mesh one, and all the windows had been one-way
tinted. This was one transit I didn't mind taking a drive in at all! 

We all piled in, Ike in the front and fastened our harnesses securely.
Kev then pulled the autobox's selector to "D" and gently dabbed the
accelerator. The huge Chevvy V8 gurgled to itself and we gently made our
way across the car park. Even at 15MPH or so, you could feel every bump
and pebble due to the low pofile tyres and immensely stiff racing
suspension. The fun really began, though, as we hit the motorway: coming
down the sliproad Kev booted the throttle and the Transit took off like
a gazelle on steroids! The acceleration was such that it was a physical
effort to try and move your arm from the seat, and this was accompanied
by the sort of roar / scream only a tuned V8 with a pair of turbos can
produce. All too soon, the acceleration died off and the roar turned
back to a more civilised burble. Glancing over Kevin's shoulder I was
more than shocked to see we were doing over 90! I wanted this car... 

As we sweapt briskly along the motorway, Kev filled us in on how Dorf
came to be. To cut a (very) long story short, it'd taken him two years
and most of his salary to turn a bog standard trannie van into this
purple monster, and what he didn't spend on the build went straight into
the fuel tank... 

We soon arrived at school to much jaw dropping and finger pointing from
the just-arriving day kids and their parents. 

"D'you think you can park somewhere subtle?" I asked.

"Sod that," said Kevin, stopping right infront of the school's front
door. "It's not possible to be subtle in this. You just park whereyou
like..." He did have a point. 

"OK - can you guys stay here for a moment while I go talk to the
headmaster? Don't get out or you may well be mobbed, even here..." 

The school grapevine, although not necessarily very accurate, was
certainly quick - today being no exception. As a result, I met the
headmaster racing down the stairs to see who that "Purple monstrosity"
belonged to. 

After managing to calm him down a tad (never an easy task on a monday
morning at the best of times) I tried to explain the situation to him. 

"Well, sir, you know Gareth didn't manage to get back to school last
night?" 

"Mr. Russell had mentioned it to me..."

"Well, he was at this concert with me last night. He's fine, and we've
brought a couple of friends with us this morning to see the school... By
the way, who's taking Chapel this morning?" 

"Oh sh....ugar. It's me!" he said, obviously having forgotten. It wasn't
unheard of for him to forget completely and simply not turn up... 

"Um, would you mind if I took it in your place?" If anything, pupils
taking Chapel was actively encouraged by the staff: They said it aided
public speaking. We think it gave them one less thing to do... 

"No, no, not at all - as long as you don't give a repeat performance of
last time..." 

"Awww, c'mon. sir - you know that wasn't my fault!"

"Hmmmph, just be sure this time, OK? Do you need someone to play any
music for you today?" 

"Nope. Already got some..."

"OK. Well, good luck..."

The last time I took Chapel I played the first song from the Pulp
Fiction CD. This would have been great had the guy playing the music
read the post-it note on the front of the case, asking him to play from
about 45 seconds in. But he didn't, so all of Honey Bunny's 'f'ing and
blinding was played to the full school complement. Thankfully, the staff
acknowledged it as a sincere mistake... 

I thanked the headmaster who gave me his "No, thank YOU" look, obviously
relieved that he didn't have to throw an assembly together, complete
with ethics and meaning. Instead he could sit and relax for a half hour,
something he couldn't normally do. 

I went back out the front door again to find Dorf surrounded by my
fellow students, all trying to peer through the tinted windows. I wound
my finger in the air hoping that Kevin would see me - thankfully he did
and fired up the engine. I'd never seen twenty people jump away from
something simultaneously before, and I wished I had a camcorder. That
fool Jeremy Beadle'd pay 250 for that... 

I jogged infront of Dorf and led them around to the back of the school.
Thankfully we'd lost the majority of the crowd, so I opened the door and
led Ike, Tay, Zac and Gareth into the Green Room. A moment later, the
bell rang signalling for people to start heading towards chapel. Now I
was starting to get nervous. It didn't matter how many times I'd done
this, I got just as nervous each time. Tay noticed I was looking
slightly perturbed, so he came over and gave me a kiss on the cheek. 

"Don't worry," he said, grinning. "You've got a good supporting cast..."

"The best" I said and kissed him back.

I heard rammle beyond the door quieten down as the Prefect on Duty did
his best to shut them up for the staff to enter. After another minute or
so, everything went completely quiet - my prompt to go out... I took a
deep breath and opened the door. 

"Morning, people," I said. There was a muffled response from about a
third of the school. That was no good at all... "OK - follow my
instructions: Look at the fool with long hair on the stage..." This woke
about two thirds up. Good enough. "Right, I'd like to talk to you this
morning about one of my favourite bands - Hanson. They are three kids
about the same age as us and look what they've managed to achieve." 

Now, I knew from personal experience that nothing pleased the kids at my
school more than something going horribly wrong during a presentation
such as this. This could be anything from someone forgetting a line to a
technical problem such as a CD not playing. So I decided to give them
some amusement. 

"Without saying any more, I'd like to play you a track from their first
album 'Middle Of Nowhere' entitled 'Madeline'". 


Silence.


More silence.


Laughter. This was, for once, good...


"Ermm, OK, sorry about that... I... well, for once I have a backup to
the CD player..." Everyonekept laughing, albeit slightly quieter. I
opened the Green Room door and beckoned for Hanson to emerge. Silence
fell over the whole school as Zac emerged, closely followed by Tay and
Ike. 

"OK. Everyone, I'd like to introduce you to Ike, Tay and Zac Hanson.
Hanson, meet my school..." I graciously retired to the side of the stage
and allowed the trio to take over. 

Ike took the thread and conbtinued": Well, I guess that's the
introductions over.. Um, I guess we'd better shut up and play someth..."

"Its HANSON!!" Yelled one of the fifth from girls, leaping from her
seat. 

"Where, where?" yelled Zac, looking round in mock excitement.

"Oh, us! Thanks for clearing that point up a little," Tay grinned back.
"We never really quite knew who we were..." 

Sixteen pairs of eyes belonging to various members of staff and a
further two hundred and fifty belonging to the pupils focused on the
poor star-struck girl who slowly and carefully sat back down in her seat
helped by a couple of her friends. 

"Enough of the talking already," said Ike and began strumming the
opening chords to Madeline on Drew. Everyone was actingpretty wooden
until about the middle of the second verse when they decided that they
should stop being shocked and actually enjoy the music that was being
performed for them. 

At the end of the song they actually got spontaneous applause -
something very strange from this rabble: usually it was left to a member
of staff to start the applause as no one was paying enough attention to
realise that it was required. Having that happen was usually a very good
sign of their approval. 

"Wow, thankyou... OK - now I know you'll all know the next one - love it
or hate it I want you ALL to join in the chorous - staff as well, OK?"
announced Tay. 

The staff all looked very apprehensive indeed but would play ball - the
majority of them being good sports, the one notable exception being
David Russell, Gareth's housemaster. He had to be the most balshy,
miserable sod in existance - a true-to-life Scrooge if ever there was
one. 

"Go for it, Ike,"

As he played the opening notes of MMMBop, there was a mixed reaction
from the crowd, but everyone certainly knew the words... I still
marvelled at the way their three voices harmonised effortlessly as if
they'd been tuned by some higher power. As the chorous approached, Tay
signalled everyone to start clapping over their heads as they started to
MMMBop. 

This seemed to be going quite well until Zac yelled "Stoooop! Hold it!
You and you," he said, pointing to a couple of lads on the back row.
"Yeah, you know who you are. HANDS IN THE AIR! Well, come on, then! I'm
not gonna quit until you do... That's better - and smile! Enjoy
yourself... Oh, and that applies to you too, mister," he said, waving a
hand at Russell. 

I could see the anger building up inside him but there was absolutely
naff all he could do about it, and he knew it! I'd never seen him squirm
so much in my entire life - boy did it feel good. I looked over at
Gareth who was smiling widely as well, obviously pleased that the
housemaster from hell had got a sort of comeuppance, even if it was only
a small one. 




CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

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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THE END OF STORY #2. 
Wanna see how Tay, Zac and Ike fair in an English boarding school? Mail
me if you're interested...

If anyone can fill me in on life in the USA (specifically Tulsa) I'd be
very grateful. I've never been to the states and would like some info so
I can make the story a bit more believable such as a school timetable,
what there is to do etc... Of course I'd credit you in the story
header.... Thanx, Dean (dean.lidster@usa.net)