Date: Sat, 16 Jul 2005 17:35:38 -0400
From: NiftyWriter <niftywriter@gmail.com>
Subject: MacCauley and Jonathan Taylor Thomas

Disclaimer: I know nothing about the the two young men in question
besides the characters they play.

MacCauley and Jonathan Taylor Thomas

Jonathan Taylor Thomas stood nervously by the door of his dressing
room. "Nervous? Why the heck should I be nervous?" he asked himself.
He certainly shouldn't be; after all, *he's* the star of the most
watched sitcom in the country, *he's* just as famous as the next kid
star out there...

"Aw, quit fooling yourself," he chided to himself.

*No one* under the age of 16 was as big as MacCauley Culkin as far as
show biz was concerned. And now, the blond-headed megastar was about
to make a guest appearance on _Home Improvement_. We're talking
intimidation here.

But was that the *only* reason he was nervous? Was there more to it
than just potential rivalry? Lately, as 12- year-olds are wont, he ws
having some rather unusual and disturbing feelings, directed towards
his young co-stars, of all people. The more he interacted with them,
the more he grew... well, *fond* of them, in a rather strange way.
Maybe it was the fact that they were acting as brothers on the show,
which was carrying over into real life. Yet, he couldn't help but
noticing, as certain hormones started their early course through his
veins, that his young friends were becoming increasingly... attractive
to him. It was hard to put a finger on it exactly, but sometimes when
he was looking at them, a strange, tightening sensation overcame his
solar plexus, and he felt it difficult to even look away to catch his
breath.... He supposed this is what usually happens when a cute girl
walks by; in fact it was very similar, but somehow more intense....

Now, he was about to be faced with someone who *really* had been
sending his feelings off in wild directions: MacCauley. Ever since
he'd seen him in _The Good Son_, he'd been oddly attracted to him.
Maybe it was something about the red feminitity of his lips and mouth;
or maybe it was the thin, corn-silk blond hair atop his 13-year-old
head... Or better yet, maybe it was the thought of that hot mouth
against his own...

"Stop it, dammit!" Jonathan thought angrily. "What the hell is wrong
with you, thinking like a fucking fag!?" But such thoughts only
increased his nervousness. Of course, the studio door chose that
opportune moment to burst open and reveal none other than the object
of his recent desires. "Shit," he muttered to himself.

"Hey, Jonathan, whatup?" Mack grinned as he strode over to the
afflicted 12-year-old. "Dude, I know you'll never believe this, but I
watch your show every chance I get! No, seriously, it's way cool." He
stuck out his hand.

"Gee, uh,... thanks, Mack." He grasped his hand firmly, and not
without a little jump of his heart. This hand he was shaking right
now... what potential did it hold...

MacCauly was not the typical 13-year old. What kid *would* be, after
starring in hit-movie after hit-movie. He was constantly surrounded by
glamorous people, famous people, corrupt people... people who
generally didn't value the innocence of a child over anything that
yielded them seven digits. Thus, he *knew* of Things earlier than most
people his age; one of those Things being details about certain
"alternate life-styles." And, as the hormone levels started to
increase, he began to realize that certain of said lifestyles were
becoming more and more appealing to him.

These desires were, ironically enough, manifested in an overwhelming
obsession with Jonathan Taylor Thomas. When he was faced with the
proposition with guest-starring on the show, he put on his best
innocent puppy-dog look that no adult could possibly resist, and
accepted.

The fantasies got rather intense at times. He loved to watch taped
episode after episode, and imagine Jonathan with no shirt on. He
imagined the young, boyish pectoral muscles flexing against his own as
they embraced. He imagined running his hand up through that perfect
brown hair, parted down the middle, and pulling his cheeky grin to his
own red lips, and feeling thier young tongues intertwining. He could
feel the bulges of their small yet rock-hard cocks pressing against
each other, rubbing back and forth in youthful passion. He could taste
the warm, smooth boy-flesh of his perfectly small nipples, as he
squeezed the tight, pliable flesh of his 12-year-old buns. He could
feel the desperate thrusting of his hips, as Jonathan drove his 4 inch
cock into the warm, moist regions of MacCauley's red mouth, while
Jonathan's hand, the one he was grasping now...

Jonathan realized that he and Mack had been staring at each other in
unwitting silence for several seconds. What the hell...? Looking
directly into Mack's eyes, he could have sworn he felt some sort of
spark zap between them. The air was suddenly very warm, and he felt a
flush coming to his smooth cheeks. Abruptly, he broke the handshake
and lost eye contact. "Yeah... well,... definitely cool to be with you
in an episode..." He sensed Mack shake himself out of a similar
reverie.

"Huh? oh, yeah,... should be fun. Um, the script sounds pretty funny.."

"Yeah." What was *with* this kid? For that matter what was with *him*?
He shook himself again and gave Mack a quick once-over, wondering why
his gaze felt compelled to rest on his crotch... "C'mon. We start
filming in a few minutes."

The episode *was* actually pretty funny, with Mack playing the role of
a visiting long-lost cousin from Tucson (of all places). The highlight
of the show involved a food- fight and a wrestling match between the
two. To be sure, both boys went at it all with gusto, wreaking the
appropriate havoc on the set. However, as hilarious as the scene was,
both of them were intensely aware of the other's contact with their
own body. Was that leg placed against the groin on purpose? Did that
hand linger slightly after a fake punch? By the time filming was done,
both boys were slightly giddy about the whole ordeal.

Afterward, Jonathan was pondering the day's events as he was changing
in his dressing room. All of sudden, the door opened and in walked
MacCauley. "Mack! oh, um, hi..."

Jonathan suddenly felt a little self-conscious, as he was only wearing
a pair of boxer shorts. But then, there was something about the way
Mack was looking at him that caused his heart to quicken a bit...

"Oh, gee, sorry, Jonathan, I thought this was my dressing room..." He
just stood there, though, making no move to leave. Jonathan stood up.

"Oh, it's just around the corner..."

"That's what you think, bud!" Mack exclaimed, and then proceeded to
tackle Jonathan and wrestle him to the ground as they had done on TV
hours earlier. Embarrassingly for Jonathan, all these antics, combined
with a myriad of undefined urges, were simply too much for his young
cock; by the time they quit rolling around, his 4 inch boner was
sticking straight out of the hole in the front of his boxers, in plain
view. Strangely enough, he felt no urge to hide it from Mack.

MacCauley's gaze fell onto his friend's throbbing erection, and he
smiled. "Hey, Jonathan, you ever jack off before?" Jonathan frowned.
"Actually, no. What is the *deal* with that, anyway? I've tried
before, but never seemed to get much out of it."

"Maybe you need a little help." Mack slid over so he was propped up on
one elbow beside Jonathan. "Don't worry; this'll feel good." Jonathan
was expecting Mack to go straight for his dick, but instead he leaned
over and looked him in the eyes.

"I can tell things about you, man. You're like me, aren't you?"

"Uh,.. yeah, I guess..." He was starting to breathe faster, still
uncertain of what was going to happen. Mack just grinned that sweet
grin of his and leaned over slowly until his warm breath was coming
directly onto Jonathan's mouth. Jonathan's mind lost control of all
rational thought, and he parted his lips instinctively. Mack placed
his red lips over Jonathan's, and for the first time felt the inside
of the mouth of another boy. Jonathan's whole body shuddered in
ecstasy as he felt Mack's sweet tongue probe into his depths. He
reached up a hand and caressed his silky blond hair while his other
hand traced the warmth of his torso. Mack, with a swimming head, sat
up and ripped off his shirt, revealing a smooth, white, boyish chest
that begged to be gently licked and kissed. He then quickly shed his
pants, and proceeded to straddle Jonathan's midsection. Jonathan
gasped at the sensation of Mack's hot, hairless crotch land on his
stomach. He raised his hips without thinking, searching for somthing
to rub his dick against, but Mack was sitting above it. Mack reached
behind him and trapped Jonathan's cock against his own back. He then
slowly stood up just enough to let Jonathan's cock snap back so that
its head was just grazing the underside of Mack's tight, pink
ballsack. He then re-lowered himself onto Jonathan, letting the
surfaces of both thier immature dicks rub together in the process.

Jonathan thought he was about to explode. He had never thought
anything could feel so good, having a warm, smooth young body pressed
against his own, feeling it moving against him, feeling Mack's own
heart pounding against his own chest, feeling his sweet boy-breath on
his face...

Mack slid over and began to chew gently on the left side of Jonathan's
neck, wondering at the delicate substance of his friend's hot flesh,
and the squirming, horny body under his own. He then slid downward,
tracing a line with his tongue down to his small left nipple, where he
paused to swirl wet, warm circles around the sensitive tip, while his
the fingers of his right hand played and pinched the other. Jonathan
was tossing his head from side to side uselessly, caught up completely
in these new and incredible feelings that this gorgeous pre-pubescent
boy was giving him. His rigid cock was now pressed tightly against
Mack's smooth, pliable stomach. Every time Mack took in a breath,
Jonathan felt the sweet pressure on his dick increase deliciously,
causing him to moan deep in his throat. The vibration of the sound
coursed through both boy's highly sensitive bodies, causing both of
them to shudder with delight, in turn causing more moans....an endless
cylce of boyish lust.

Mack's mouth continued to slide downward until his tongue came in
contact with Jonathan's throbbing penis. With one quick move, and with
no warning, Mack took Jonathan's cock all the way into his mouth.

"Ohhhh, holy shit, that feels good....oh man, so warm and slippery,
aaaahh..., how the fuck...unnhhh..." Jonathan started to babble and
groan ridiculously as his hips unconsciously began to thrust his young
dick in and out out Mack's hot mouth, matching Mack's downstrokes. His
tempo and groaning increased, and his vision blurred so there were
several hot, half naked thirteen-year-old boys sucking away at his
four-inch cock. Soon he couldn't control himself anymore, and felt his
entire body: young-muscled legs, small, tight butt, and boyish
shoulders, tense spasmodically as his dick twitched uncontrollably in
its first orgasm. Mack notiecd that it was totally dry, though; not a
drop of cum came out of his throbbing cock. That was fine with him,
however; it just meant he could keep going. So just when Jonathan
thought he was about to relax, he felt Mack's mouth increase in
suction and start bobbing up and down again. Amazingly, and as only
boy of 12 or younger can do, Jonathan had two more successive orgasms
before collapsing in exhaustion.

"So, was that fun?" Asked Mack mischievously.

"Holy shit," was all Jonathan could softly manage. "Why the hell
didn't I figure that out before? Good grief, they should teach this
stuff in school! How could anyone *not* want to feel like that?!?!?"

"I dunno. But it's my turn, now!" Mack, still horny as shit, had a
five inch boner sticking out from his body, no longer covered by the
clothes he had managed to shed while sukcing Jonathan's sweet young
dick. The sight of it caused a new surge of passion to sweep through
Jonathan's young frame. He leapt up and grabbed the kneeling Mack by
the ass, and drew the head of his young succulent cock into his cute
mouth, wondering at the salty/sweet taste. Mack made a noise deep in
his throat, and collapsed backwards, taking Jonathan with him.
Jonathan was imitating what Mack had done to him by swirling his hot,
juicy tongue around the swollen head of Mack's slender cock. His
fingers could tell that there was a hotter spot where his asshole was,
so he dug a finger deeper into Mack's puckered crevice, pushing upward
further every time Mack's hips thrusted backwards. Jonathan paused to
lick Mack's hot, hairless balls every few strokes, eliciting the
appropriate moans of pleasure from his young lover. Soon, Mack
couldn't hold back any more, and shot three quick spurts of boycum
into a suprised Jonathan's mouth. He almost didn't feel the successive
tightening and releasing of Mack's warm, moist asshole around his
finger. He thoughtfully swallowed, and decided that the taste wasn't
too bad. It wasn't the thick, stringy cum of an adult, but the sweet,
spermless jism that only 13-year-old balls can produce.

Both boys leaned back, exhausted. They could still feel the warmth of
each other's bodies. They looked at each other, grinning, knowing that
this would be the first of many such sessions.
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