Date: Wed, 04 Aug 1999 00:02:16 PDT From: J.O. Dickingson Subject: "Erik & Gil: Room 976" (t/t, Celeb) Author's Note: What you are about to read is a gay fantasy about two teen celebrities. It does not represent nor imply the true sexual orientation of the characters. If fantasies about teen celebrities having a same sex experience offends you, you should not read any further. This story has been posted at free adult sites featuring gay stories for adult entertainment only and may not be copied electronically nor in any other form for redistribution. Permission has not been given to copy or post this story in any other sites than those described here. Lyrics are copyright of BMG Record Company. Fans of celeb stories and those who would like to see more Erik von Detten and Gil Ofarim stories can write to the author J.O. Dickingson at authorsix@hotmail.com Erik & Gil: Room 976 Shit almighty, Gil Ofarim in Seattle! Erik could not believe it. There had been no public announcements about any tours after Gil's Asian tour. Fortunately for him, Erik von Detten had contacts that the general public did not. Seconds after reading the email, he was on the phone insisting his agent get him a ticket. Erik was normally not one to insist, nor to use his position, but this was not a normal situation. This was Gil Ofarim. This was the most beautiful boy in the world, and he was going to be performing one night only in Seattle. Finishing the call, Erik lay back and thought about Gil, and about his interest in boys. He had always been interested in boys, as far back as he could remember. He liked doing things with them, he liked talking about things with them, and he just liked being around them. That was quite natural for boys prior to their teens, but even when puberty hit three years ago his attitude didn't change. Actually, when puberty hit he found he was interested in boys sexually also. He loved to look at good-looking boys on the beach, and when he jerked off he usually thought about some guy he'd seen that day in his speedos or whatever. As his hormones began to make significant changes in his body, causing his voice to become deeper and his muscles to take on more definition, his desire to actually do something with a boy became still stronger. Then his acting career took a leap forward and he didn't have that much time for friends anymore, and he even had to get tutored rather than go to school, which cut down on his chances to get to know anyone well enough to suggest they mess around. That was essential Erik was not that bold that he'd suggest doing something like that to just anyone. Then last November when he was in New York City, he'd run into Jonathan Taylor Thomas at the Heal the World promo. One thing ran into another and they ended up having sex together, not just once, but twice in the same day. Having hot wild sex with the handsome seventeen-year-old fellow actor had been the most awesome thing to have ever happened to him up to that point, and ever since. Over the past six months, the outgoing but cautious teenager had thought a lot about that night in JT's hotel room, about how it had felt having his cock sucked by another boy, and about the thoughts and feelings he'd had while he'd sucked on JT's. He'd often wondered what getting and giving a blow job would be like, and he had thought that he'd be prepared should the opportunity ever arise, but he found out there was nothing that could prepare you for the first time you have sex. That, Erik figured, was probably one thing that gay and straight boys would have in common the feelings of awe and wonder the very first time. What had been the most memorable and powerful thing that magical night had been fucking JT up the ass. He had tried to imagine what that might be like, but never in his wildest dreams had he imagined butt fucking as good as it actually turned out to be. He and JT had a lot of plans to get together again but one thing or another came up and then he got the part of Clu Bell in this Disney television series called "So Weird" and was spending a lot of time in Vancouver shooting the series. They never did get back together, though they did cyber a few times on icq. That wasn't the same after having actually done it together, but JT being the only boy he'd actually done anything with, he still had a staring role in most of his favourite jerk off fantasies. There were other boys that he fantasized about, some just in passing like his co-star Patrick Levis in "So Weird", and others with much more seriousness like Taran Smith, JT's co- star on Home Improvement, and the hot blond bop singer Taylor Hanson. Actually there were a number of hot looking teen stars near his age he would not mind dropping his trousers with, but none of them turned him on like Gil Ofarim. The first time he'd seen him on the television channel "Much Music" he could not believe that anyone could look so beautiful. Gil had the delicate looks that the Renaissance painters would have immortalized in a painting like the "Blue Boy", or that the Russian czars would have pampered and showered with jewels and those fancy eggs. Erik had gone out the next day and bought every CD and every video Gil had ever made and every teen fan mag that had his picture. He wished he could post his picture up in his room like girls could. He did have his picture up in the bedroom on his boat, a private place where he could lay and jerk off and dream. Erik knew what he felt had to be infatuation, a temporary insanity, sort of the same type of thing that happened to him not that long ago over one of the guest stars on the series he was in. He'd had such a crush on her his heart ached just being in the same room. The difference of course was that at least he might have had a chance of making out with her. With Gil it was a wonderful but hopeless dream of a young gay boy. He'd read in a magazine that Gil had actually confessed to having had sex with a girl during an interview. Germans. They were so much more open about such things, so much more liberal. So, Erik knew that his fantasies would never be anything more, but he could not help thinking and wishing. When he couldn't stop despite the futility, he knew he had it bad. He was like a man addicted, a man addicted to Gil Ofarim. Listening to his music not only made his heart ache, it made his entire body ache, and especially his groin. He had never felt that way about the opposite sex, not once. He had many girls who were good friends, and he had a good relationship with many female actresses, but he had no feelings for any of them, no desires in his head, no desires in his heart, and certainly no desires in his loins. Erik was overjoyed when his agent phoned back the next day to say that he had not only gotten him a ticket to the performance in Seattle, but had gotten him a front row seat. For the rest of the month Erik could think of nothing else, and the closer they got to the day the more difficult it was to concentrate on his lines. The last two days of shooting "So Weird" was a total loss. It was getting close to the end of the season, and he had been working extra hard, so it was only logical that they attributed his sudden memory loss to fatigue and overwork. Erik let them think so. He really had no choice. He could not very well tell them that his lack of concentration was because he had the genital itch for a hot teen singer from Germany. The day of the concert finally arrived. Although only slightly more than a two-hour drive from Vancouver to Seattle, Erik's black 98 Jeep Wrangler convertible was on the road at six that morning. Needless to say, he was one of the first in line. He could not believe it. He was actually there in the arena about to see Gil in the flesh. Erik was fully erect before Gil and his band even appeared on stage. When they finally did, Erik was mesmerized and the next two hours were totally heavenly bliss. He could not believe Gil's high, childlike voice, Gil's perfect, beautiful face, or his totally sexy moves. Then, when the concert began the second half, he was sure Gil was looking right at him as he sang the opening number. Tonight, tonight, tonight, tonight I wanna hold you in the deepest night, I want to give you what I feel inside, Let me show you, there's a way for you and for me, All I need is that you're by my side, All I want is to hold you tight, Give me one more chance to talk to you, I love you. It was as if Gil was singing to him, and not the thousands of others in the stadium. Erik wanted to scream along with the hundreds of young teenage girls surrounding him. Unlike the girls, or any of their boyfriends who had accompanied them to the concert, Erik felt pre-cum oozing out of his cock. If it were not for the fact he wanted to spend every precious second watching Gil perform, he would have gone to the can to jerk one off. As he watched Gil singing into the mike he imagined those sensuous lips about to engulf his knob, and as he watched him clasp his guitar, he tried to imagine Gil drawing him between his legs like that. His total concentration was on Gil, and it was as if his brother Tal, and the other two boys in the band, Andi and Julius, did not exist. Like half the girls in the audience, he would have given anything for just a kiss from the gorgeous boy. To get naked and do the nasty he would have sold his soul, and the fact they were both boys didn't mean squat. Erik had to keep checking that the dampness he was feeling between his legs was not soaking through his trousers. When the concert finally began to draw to a close, the horny sixteen-year-old was sure that the day could not have been more perfect. He had no idea how wrong he was as a man in a dark suit suddenly slipped up to him and handed him a note. Erik looked at the neatly printed note in disbelief. "Gil Ofarim requests your company after the performance, if you are available." Erik read it again, and then a third time and then glanced over at the man crouched down beside him. Yeah, some joke. Now who would do that? "You're not serious." "Ja, it is serious," the man replied with a thick German accent. "Gil? That Gil?" Erik asked, nodding to the stage. "Ja, that Gil," the man replied. "Why me?" "He saw you in the audience, and would like to meet with you." Shit almighty! Erik's heart seemed to suddenly double in size and felt like it was going to burst. "Yes, wow, of course I'd like to see him," Erik gushed, and then realized how eager and juvenile he must have sounded, like some groupie fan, not like a serious, talented, mature young actor as one of the teen fan magazines had once described him. Shit almighty, he'd complained about fans going all weak-kneed and googly-eyed over him, and there he was doing just that. As the band concluded their final song and were taking their bows, the man beckoned for Erik to follow him. The teen was pretty much in a daze as he followed the man through the back of the arena and out a back door into an alley. A black limo with its engine running was waiting. "I have my own car," Erik began as the man opened the door for him. "We will see it is brought to the hotel if you give us the keys." Handing him the keys to his Wrangler, Erik got in the back seat of the limo. As it sped off, Erik suddenly realized how foolish he'd been. Shit almighty, he'd just been kidnapped! He'd just willingly walked out of the arena and into a strange car with a complete stranger. How could he be such an idiot! What a set-up! He knew as soon as he'd read the note that something weird was up. Shit almighty, he was stupid. He was so hot for Gil Ofarim he hadn't seen the obvious. He had wanted to believe the hot German musician really wanted to see him so badly he didn't even question how Gil had spotted him out of the thousands in attendance. Although he was certain he was right, there were questions. Like how did they know he was at the concert? Considering how fan mags probed into a guy's personal life, wanting to know everything from his fav food to his fav underarm deodorant, that was probably not hard for someone to find out. Besides, if they had really been planning this kidnapping, they would have been watching him and would have followed him from Vancouver. On the other hand that did not makes sense either. Why wait until now? There were plenty of opportunities to have nabbed him on his way to Seattle. A more important question was why were they kidnapping him at all? He was not as famous as many teen actors his age and not worth a whole lot of money, although he was not poor either by any means. There were bigger stars, but they could likely get a sizeable bundle for ransom. He hadn't pissed anyone off or beat anyone out in an audition or anything like that, so this couldn't be out of revenge or anything. That only left one other reason why anyone would kidnap him. Erik's skin crawled as he thought of that reason. He was a hot looking stud, he knew that, and the promo pictures of him accented that sexy appeal. That evening he'd felt so horny thinking about him and Gil together. Suppose some perv had the same feelings about the two of them getting it on? Erik tried to find out what was going on from the two men in the front seat but neither paid any attention to him. He sat back and stared at the backs of their heads. Shit almighty! How could he have been so stupid! Well, the answer to that was simple. He'd been thinking with his balls, not his head. Damn, and things had been so great up until the dude showed up with the note. Erik put those thoughts of dismay and self-anger out of his mind and began to pay attention to where they were and any significant buildings they were passing. He had been in the city before and they seemed to be heading south toward Tacoma. Pulling off the main thoroughfare and driving down a service road, they drove into an underground parking lot a few minutes later. Erik considered making a run for it, but the two men must have anticipated such a move. As he got out of the car, they immediately stepped up beside him, one on each side. Entering the building from the parking lot, they took him straight to the elevators and punched in the ninth floor. Erik had no idea what good it was going to do, but he observed every little detail. A typical teen probably would have been too flustered to concentrate, but Erik was used to performing under pressure. The foyer they entered was very classy, and from it and the hallway they went down, they were apparently in a fairly expensive hotel. Taking him to room 975, they told him to sit and that they'd take him to Gil "when Gil is ready". Erik sat down on one of the chairs uncomfortably as the two men sat down on the bed. Trying not to be obvious, he studied their faces so he could identify them in a line-up later. Of course if they were kidnappers, it did not make any sense to keep him hostage in an expensive hotel like this. On the other hand, this could be the type of hotel a famous singer like Gil would stay in, not ultra rich but no dump either. Besides, if he was right, they were heading in the direction of the Tacoma-Seattle international airport. That he really was here to meet Gil Ofarim still was a possibility. Although still doubtful and worried, Erik checked out his appearance. For the concert he had chosen to wear a Tommy Helfiger shirt with a green, white and black pattern over his usual sleeveless undershirt and khaki Gap cargo pants. He checked his nails. They were clean. Asking if he could go to the bathroom, he combed his dark brown hair, parting it in the middle and combing it down over his ears, leaving a few strands to fall over his forehead and along his cheeks as he liked to wear it. He was relieved to see the gel was still keeping it in place. Raising his right and then his left arm, he bent his head and sniffed his pits. They seemed all right. He rubbed his fingertips under his right armpit and then brought them to his nose and sniffed them. Yes, the fragrance of his Gillette extra strength "Spring Rain" deodorant was still working. He looked at himself in the bathroom mirror once more. Shit almighty he didn't look like a handsome stud muffin. He looked more like a frightened deer. That made sense he sure as hell felt like one. There was a rap on the bathroom door. "Time to go," announced the German-accented voice. They stepped out of the hallway and went to the room next door, room 976. The man opened the door with a key and motioned for Erik to enter. Erik stepped into what was the anteroom of a two-room suite. It had the usual writing desk, double cabinet with refreshments in the bottom half and a television in the top, two padded chairs with cushions covered with a rich green velvet, a small two-person sofa of the same material, and a low table. Standing in the middle of the room was Gil Ofarim. If Erik thought the boy he'd seen on the stage was sexy, the boy now standing in front of him was a pure aphrodisiac. His long, flowing blond hair cascaded past his shoulders and over his champagne-coloured Club Monaco sweater. He had ocean blue eyes with fine eyelashes, and rosy, full lips. He was wearing tan Wrangler trousers, sandals and a small gold ring in his left ear. "Hi," Gil said, stepping across the room and extending his hand. "I'm so glad you could come." "Ah, yeah, I'm glad too," Erik replied taking his hand and shaking it. A hundred thoughts raced through his mind. Glad? Shit almighty, he was delighted, he was ecstatic, he was in seventh heaven. Glad sounded so . . . so blah . . . so plain. 'I'm glad I could come' shit, that sounded egotistic. And speaking of coming, prior to this moment he had been sure if he actually had the opportunity to be in the same room as Gil Ofarim he would come, right there in his boxers. Reality was very different. Instead of being on the verge of cuming, he was nervous as hell and feeling like a fool standing there and holding the singer's hand. Oh shit almighty, he was still holding his hand! Erik dropped it immediately as if his hand had suddenly become burning hot. Of course it hadn't. His hand was so slender, his fingers so long and delicate. . . . "Would you like to sit?" Gil asked, gesturing across the room. Shit almighty, should he take the sofa, or one of the chairs? If he took the sofa Gil might get the wrong idea, but if he took the chair he'd never have the opportunity to rub his leg up against Gil's or do any of the dozen other little things he'd dreamed about doing with him. He chose the sofa. "Would you like something to drink?" "Oh, no, thanks, that's okay." "Coffee, pop? We have Cherry Coke." "Cherry Coke?" asked Erik unbelievingly, "that's my fav." "Great." As Gil bent over to get the pop from the refreshment cabinet under the television, Erik could not help but admire his compact buttocks in his tight Wranglers. A sight such as that should have given him a ranging woodie, but instead he was fretting how juvenile his last comment had been. 'Oh wow, Cherry Coke, that's my fav.' Shit almighty he sounded like a little kid. What was Gil possibly thinking? He knew what he'd be thinking if anyone had made such a nerdy statement to him. As Gil handed Erik the can of Cherry Coke and a glass, the young musician was wondering what to do or say next. The handsome sixteen-year-old hunk sitting there in his anteroom was so damn hot it was all he could do to stop from throwing himself on his lap and threatening to kiss him to death if he didn't fuck him. From the moment he'd spotted him in the front row of the audience he'd been able to think of nothing else than the two of them naked and getting it on. He had even flubbed up a number of times during the second half of the performance. Even though this was hardly the first time he'd "entertained" while on the road, he'd never felt this nervous before, not even when he'd invited the two hot Thai boys to his room on his Malaysian tour. There was just something about this American stud that made him irresistible. Hell, there were a number of things that made him irresistible. "So you like grunge rock?" asked Gil. "Yeah, especially the way you play it," said Erik, immediately kicking himself. Shit almighty, that sounded like something a googly-eyed fan would say. "Thanks," Gil responded. That was not exactly the response he'd hoped for. Maybe he was wrong. Maybe this was just an innocent American kid who liked his type of music, nothing more, even though from the looks in his eyes back during the concert he'd been sure he'd seen more. Gil had read that gay men develop an instinct, sort of a sixth sense, that tells them if another man is gay. He'd had that impression looking at Erik from the stage, but now he was not so certain. "I like Blues Traveller, the Beach Boys, the Barenaked Ladies," Erik continued, trying desperately to make up for his earlier statement. "Barenaked Ladies, now they certainly chose a strange name," Gil responded with a wide smile that made Erik's heart ache. "Yeah," he replied, wanting to add, 'but for other than music I prefer bare naked guys.' "Myself I like Nirvana and Metallica, and Silverchair." "Yeah, they're cool too," agreed Erik. Shit almighty, all he was ever doing was responding to Gil. He had to say something on his own. "But none of them can compare to you and your band." "Thanks," Gil responded with that wide smile again. God, Erik looked so sexy sitting there in his Tommy Helfiger shirt and with his gelled hair down over his eyes and along his cheek. It gave him the appearance of being hot, as if he were saying to you, "I'm one hot stud, and you can get me off if you like." Flustered by such thoughts, Gil wondered how he could get the conversation around to sex. "You're a good actor. I especially liked Brink." "Yeah? You seen Brink?" Erik asked. Shit almighty of course he'd seen Brink, he just said so. "The movie really wasn't that good." It wasn't. It had not made that much at the box office. Erik kicked himself again. Shit, Gil had just said he liked Brink and he'd told him the movie wasn't that good! He inhaled deeply as he tried to think how he was going to make things up to him. He suddenly noticed the unique fragrance surrounding Gil. He smelled so wonderful, so exotic. It was sort of a fresh, clean smell with a faint hint of coconut. He inhaled deeply again as he tried to identify it. Cologne? Hair gel? He could not identify what it was. "Something wrong?" asked Gil. "Huh? Oh, no. You just smell so great." Oh fuck, had he really said that? Oh God! "It's probably my skin lotion. It has a coconut oil base as a moisturizer. I need it. It gets so damn hot performing under those stage lights." "Well, it's a sexy smell," Erik commented. Oh shit, he'd just told Gil he smelled sexy. He began to turn red. "I like what you're wearing." "It's called Spring Rain. Great deodorant." Shit almighty, why did he have to add the last part. That was so gross. He thought fast how to cover the dumb statement. "You are really beautiful," he observed looking up at Gil. Oh fuck, he'd said beautiful. A boy doesn't call another boy beautiful, even if he is. That was what you called girls. Actually he'd heard some guys call Gil a girl, but they were not being complementary. As far as Erik was concerned, Gil was more beautiful than any girl could be. "Well, I've seen promo pics of you, and you're even more gorgeous in person," responded Gil. "Thanks," Erik replied in surprise, his face immediately turning red. Girls and magazine interviewers had certainly told him that dozens of times, but never had another teenage boy told him that. He sat there not knowing what else to say. 'Damn,' thought Gil in the awkward silence that followed. 'Now I've gone and embarrassed him.' In his eagerness to try and tell Erik how he was feeling about him he'd forgotten that most boys were not so forward about expressing their admiration of another boy's looks, especially Western boys compared to the Dutch or French. Things were not working out as he had hoped. This was too contrived, too forced. It was not a natural meeting, but rather more like he was giving an audience. He just felt so awkward, and he could sense that Erik was just as uncomfortable. This had been a mistake. Maybe he was just tired after the performance. Maybe it was because deep down he was more worried about the flight back to Germany tomorrow than he was eager to get into bed with this hunk of a boy. He did hate flying that much. "Guess you have a lot of girlfriends," he finally said, hoping that by doing so he could end Erik's embarrassment. "No, not really. Having to be on the set by six in the morning and then working your ass off all day leaves you too tired for much of a social life." "Yeah, same here," Gil commented. A quick image of Erik's ass flashed through his mind but he quickly pushed it away. "Fans just see the performance and the interviews. They have no idea the hours of practice and study that's involved." "Looks like that is one thing we have in common," agreed Erik, feeling more comfortable. Being able to talk "business" always was easier than expressing his feelings and thoughts. "You ever have a crush on a girl?" Gil asked, sensing they were on a safe topic although it could not go the direction he wanted it to go. "Oh yeah, there was this one girl. I was really hot for her, and then one day she was a guest star on the show. I'd gotten to my trailer like six in the morning, and had been thinking about her and how hot she was. I changed and was heading for the make-up trailer when we passed each other. She said, 'Hey, nice pants, Erik' and I looked down and yikes, I was wearing my shoes and my long coat was open and I just had on this silk, see-through long underwear. I was wearing my briefs, but shit almighty, was I embarrassed." That wasn't a big secret. Erik had actually told that story on himself to "Teen" Magazine back in April, but it was new to Gil. "I think I would have died," he observed. "I felt like it," laughed Erik. In the silence that followed, he realized that in telling the story he had more or less just ruined any chance of doing anything now with Gil. He'd sort of implied that he was straight. Well, he thought, no loss. There was no chance he was going to do anything anyway. He'd read on a fan web site that Gil had actually had sex with a girl. He'd actually admitted that and it was easy to figure out from the rest of the story even who she was. He envied Europeans. They were so much more open and causal about stuff like sex. "I read somewhere you had a crush too, even went all the way with her," Erik finally commented. "Yeah, Tina. She was real hot, and we both loved it, but it turned out just to be a crush. We didn't really love each other." The words had no sooner left his mouth then Gil realized that in admitting he'd gone all the way with a girl he was putting even more distance between his dream for tonight and reality, but then he had more or less given up on the dream part so it didn't matter. "You got a girl now?" "Yeah, she's about a foot tall," said Gil with a grin, "and is called guitar." Erik laughed. "Oh," he said, "when you said a foot tall, I had pictured something else for a moment." "Hell," grinned Gil, "now if that was a foot tall, I would be in love with it." The two boys laughed, feeling a bit more comfortable, but still not at ease. This was not at all what either had hoped the evening would be like. They sat there in silence for a while. "You said about the long hours of work, and little chance for a social life," Gil finally began. "Yeah?" "Well, it is the same for me. My best pal is my kid brother, Tal. Not that there is anything wrong with that. We're great buds. It's just that when you are on the road and stuff, there isn't any chance to develop real friendships, ones where you can open up and share your personal feelings and thoughts." "Yeah, you got that right." "Take sex for example." "I'll take it any time I can get it," said Erik with a grin and Gil laughed. "Me too," he said with a grin. "A guy has to spend a lot of lonely nights when he's an entertainer." "Yeah," Erik agreed, his hopes suddenly rising from the ashes. "It really sucks." "There's been months where my hand and penis have been going steady," Gil commented while an image of him sucking the hot actor flashed through his mind. "Ha, same here." "How you feel about masturbation?" "Well, it's better than nothing, but can't compare doing it with another guy." The words were no sooner out of his mouth than Erik realized what he had said. Shit almighty, he'd said "guy". It was out. Gil knew he was gay. Oh shit, what he must be thinking at that moment. Any second now he'd be calling those two German dudes and having him tossed out. How could he be so stupid? His brain had to have gone on holiday. Erik stared at the floor. Why the hell wasn't Gil saying something? Gil's mind was racing as he looked over at the mortified fellow teen. This was the opportunity he'd never expected. The hot, muscular stud across from him had just admitted to having done something with another guy. It could be something as simple as having masturbated themselves together, but that didn't matter, it was enough for him to use. The question was what to say next. If he said the wrong thing, he could kiss the evening goodbye instead of kissing the hot American actor. The comment was so unexpected he was at a loss for words. This whole scene was so damn frustrating. Just because he'd done something with another guy it didn't mean Erik was gay, or even had positive feelings about gays. Americans were not as liberal as Europeans. If he came on too strong, Erik might just back off. On the other hand, if he did not make a move, the opportunity would be gone. "Especially having sex with a guy as hot looking as you," Gil finally said, grateful his voice had not cracked. Erik looked up from the floor. "You've done stuff with guys?" "Yeah," Gil admitted. "But you did lose your virginity to that girl Tina." "Yeah, and it was good. But I've had better times with guys." "You're bi." "I don't know what I am. I'm me, Gil. I've had sex with a girl, and sex with some guys, and I liked both, but that don't mean that's the life I'm going to lead, or even if it's the life I want. I hate labels." "That's cool. I hate labels too. I don't mind telling you, I've only had sex with one person, a guy, and I liked it. I liked it a lot. I've never told anyone else that ever." "Yeah? Wow! That's so cool you'd share that with me." "Well, it was easier with you having told me you've done it with guys." "Must be a night for confessions," Gil said with a smile. "Yeah," Erik agreed as he thought of another confession he could make. "Can I ask you something?" "Anything." "When you were watching me at the concert tonight, how were you feeling?" "Horny as all get out," Erik admitted, and then he went for it before he changed his mind. "Horny for you." "I was hoping that was the case." "You were?" Erik asked in surprise. "Yeah," Gil replied, starting to blush. "That's so cool. When you were singing right after the break, it seemed like you were singing just for me." "I was," replied Gil. "Shit," sighed Erik. He felt his cock twinge. "I thought this evening was a total screw up." "So did I." "Thought for sure you must have thought I was a total looser," Erik said with a shy grin. "Well, a good-looking looser," Gil commented, his lips starting to curl. The two boys laughed. It was a sincere laughter, but also a release of tension. "Want to continue this conversation in the bedroom?" Gil asked, nodding to the other room. "Want to continue in the bedroom, but not conversation," Erik said with a leer as he got up. "Cool," said Gil as he stood also and took Erik's hand. "I'll use my mouth for something else." It was a typical middle-priced hotel bedroom: a king-size bed with a green bedspread matching the anteroom, a dresser, night table, and another television, this one smaller. Pausing there beside the bed, Gil turned and the two sixteen-year-old stars kissed for the first time. Their lips were soft, and their breaths sweet. Erik wrapped his muscular arms about the slim singer and drew his body close to his as they kissed a second time. Reaching down so his arms were about Erik's waist, Gil pressed his groin against Erik's. This was going to be an unbelievable night. The two boys were almost identical in height and weight, Gil being six foot and a hundred and fifty-nine pounds, Erik being an inch taller and nine pounds lighter. There the similarity ended. Erik had handsome, sensuous looks, dark brown hair, hazel eyes, and a sexy scar under his right eye. Gil had a more fragile, effeminate beauty, long blond hair, eyes as blue as the ocean, and a clean, boyish smile. Sitting down on the bed, Gil unbuttoned Erik's shirt and slid it off. He ran his fingers along the actor's strong, muscular arms and then down along his back. Pulling his sleeveless undershirt out of his pants, Gil pushed them up and Erik raised his arms, allowing the boy to draw off his undershirt. Gil dropped the undershirt on the bed and ran his hands over Erik's smooth, broad chest. Long, silky brown hairs hung from his pits, and Gil could not resist running a hand along his pecs over to the fine hair to twirl it in his fingers. As the boys kissed again, Erik slipped his hand under Gil's Club Monaco sweater and began to draw it up. The boy was wearing nothing under it and his skin felt so smooth and so warm as Erik slowly slid his hands up along his chest. Breaking their kiss, Gil raised his arms and allowed Erik to pull off his sweater, which joined Erik's shirt and undershirt on the bed. Now naked chested, the two boys embraced and kissed again. Erik's slightly tanned body bore the evidence of his interests in surfing and boating. His arms, still boyish and smooth, were taking on the muscular definition and firmness of an adult. His chest had lost most of their boy fat and while they were still soft, they too were developing musculature indicative of the boy's athletic interests. His nipples, slightly darker than the rest of his body, were large and partially distended. Gil's chest, on the other hand, although just as smooth and also beginning to lose their boyish pads of fat, was a pale pink and his nipples were only a shade of pink darker. Although solid, they lacked the definition of the American boy. Like Erik, his hair was also limited to his pits, fine silky hair a slightly darker colour than his long blond tresses. Erik could not resist. He snuggled down and nuzzled those damp, velvet cavities. They had a musky, natural smell, the smell of a sixteen-year-old boy. He felt his dick begin to swell and he inhaled deeply, delighting in the boy's natural fragrance combined with the faint scent of coconut. It was an aroma he was never going to forget. Gil ran his hands over Erik's smooth, broad back, kneading it as he trembled with the eroticism of having his pits sniffed. Nobody had ever done that to him before, and it was delightful. His dick began to swell in response. He caressed and massaged the boy's biceps and finally reached down and began to struggle with his belt. Erik half sat up so Gil could unbuckle his belt and unsnap his jeans. Slowly pulling down his teen lover's fly, Gil resisted the temptation to expose what was hidden in his blue and white boxers. Instead as Erik raised his hips he eased the boy's cargo pants down his strong, muscular legs. They were a lot hairier than his own, and he delighted in the feel of the soft hairs as he continued to push his pants down his thighs, and then his calves. Having already slid off his sandals, Gil quickly untied Erik's shoes and slipped them off before pulling his cargo pants the rest of the way down. Drawing one sock and then the other off, Gil dropped them on the floor and looked up at the almost naked teenager. Gil's cock was throbbing hotly in his underwear, anxious to get down to some hot sex. Slipping his fingers along Erik's calf, Gil once again revelled in the feel of his soft leg hair as he began to work his way back up to remove the last piece of clothing. As his feather-light caress passed along Erik's inner thigh, the boy groaned and a very definite tent arose in his boxers. "Uh-uh," he said, reaching down and stopping Gil's hands as they prepared to slip under the elastic band of his boxers. "My turn." Having the teenage singer stand beside the bed, Erik swung around so he was sitting before him. He ran his hands along the boy's slender legs teasingly, and Gil trembled even though the touch was still on the outside of his trousers. Erik slowly unbuckled the belt and unbuttoned the top of the Wranglers, and then ever so slowly and teasingly pulled down the fly, revealing a pair of white jockey briefs with a gigantic bulge. Easing the trousers down to mid-thigh, he reached up and cupped the boy's basket. He was fully erect and the warmth and dampness of the crotch of his underwear caused Erik to leak his first drop of pre-cum. Like Gil, he resisted the temptation to pull down that last covering and instead continued to draw down Gil's trousers. His legs were a lot more slender than his own, and completely hairless except for very fine blond hairs on the lower part of his calves. Gil stepped out of his trousers and as he stood up, Erik reached out and slipped his fingers under the elastic band of his briefs. Erik trembled with the satiny smoothness of Gil's buttocks as he slipped his hands over them, drawing down the back of his underwear. Returning to the front, which was hung up on the boy's erection, he pulled his underwear away from his body and slowly drew them down, revealing a fully erect, beautiful, uncircumcised cock. It was the same delightful pale pink as the rest of his body, and had the same appearance of satiny smoothness. The foreskin was still drawn up about the knob with only the very tip of the head exposed. His hairs were curly and blond, forming a nest below the most delicious looking belly button. Erik continued to draw down the boy's underwear, revealing his large, low hung balls. They were hairless and it was so tempting to suck them immediately into his mouth, but Erik was not quite ready for that yet. Stepping out of his briefs, Gil rejoined Erik on the king-size bed, intending on now removing the boy's boxers, but Erik was not yet done. Piling the pillows one on top of the other and having Gil half sit up and lean against them, Erik slipped to the foot of the bed, and sitting cross-legged before him, he took his right foot in his hand. He slowly began to ease down the white Argyle sock, ever so slowly revealing the smooth, narrow calf, and then the protruding bones of his ankle. He carefully and in slow motion drew the sock over the boy's heel, and then gently down his slender, graceful foot as if revealing a masterpiece of art. In Erik's mind, that was what his foot was. He finally drew it right off. Gil's toes were long and slender, like his fingers, and tightly pressed together. Erik began to massage his foot, running his fingers lightly but firmly along their length, massaging the instep and then the heel, and then working his fingers back down. "Oh, man," groaned Gil, "that's so fucking awesome." Placing his naked foot in his lap, Erik proceeded to unveil his other foot and then, placing both in his lap, he continued the foot massage, running his hands along the boy's soft insoles and massaging the meaty heels, and then working back down to gently massage his long, delicate toes. Raising his feet to his face, he inhaled their delightful fragrance and began to kiss the tender toes. "Oh fuck, oh man," groaned Gil, "you're driving me mad." Erik smiled as he glanced up at the now totally naked boy. Shit, he was so beautiful. His round, childlike face was framed with his long, silky hair, the blond tresses falling down past his shoulders. His chest still had the smooth, rounded contours of a young boy, and was so delightfully pink. His two nipples were just a shade pinker and looked like a child's. Erik's gaze continued on down past the narrow waist and belly button and flat stomach, past the nest of curly blond hair, to the upright, waving, a six-and-a-half inch sheathed woodie. In a way the erect, hard tube of flesh seemed incongruous with Gil's effeminate face and long tresses that would have almost made one expect to find a furry slit between his legs instead. On the other hand, it was just as one would have expected, that such a beautiful, perfect boy would have such a beautiful, perfect specimen of a cock, pink and smooth, as if made of fine porcelain. As Erik continued to gaze up at this beautiful boy, he resumed kissing his soft, delicate toes. A drop of clear fluid oozed out of the exposed tip of the boy's twitching cock. Erik smiled as he felt the same thing happening inside his boxers. He slowly slid his lips up along Gil's calf, and up along the inside of this thigh. He could hear Gil gasping and moaning as he gently kissed the soft, velvety skin of his inner thigh. He stuck out his tongue and licked it, causing the boy to whimper and quiver. He continued on, licking now the soft, low-hung ball sac, delighting in the slightly salty taste of his crotch and the delightful musky aroma of teen balls. He finally reached the towering tube of delicate pale pink flesh. It was hard as steel, but the skin velvety smooth like the rest of his body. And it tasted delicious, the musky genital perspiration giving it a wild, meaty flavour. All this time Gil had been oozing pre-cum which now formed a tiny pool held back by the dam formed by the rim of foreskin that still clung to his knob. Erik dipped his tongue in that delightful clear pool and as he drew it back in his mouth to savour the mild, sweet taste of Gil's special boy juice, a streamer remained, connecting the boy's beautiful cock to his lips. Erik lowered his lips and once again dipped the tip of his tongue into the pool to lap up a droplet of that delightful clear juice into his mouth. As a fresh droplet began to ooze out of the boy's erotic fountain, Erik slipped his lips over the very tip of his knob and drank in the delightful offering. Gil trembled as his aching cock oozed out still another drop of pre-cum for the hot, moist mouth sucking just the very tip of his cock. He wanted to thrust upward, to drive his aching erection deep down the throat of this gorgeous, skilful lover, but he held back and allowed Erik the lead. As he felt Erik's mouth slip off his cock, he looked up into the boy's bright, hazel eyes and exhaled with a shudder. Fuck, his eyes were so sexy. His nose was sexy, the way his gelled hair hung down over his cheeks and in front of his eyes was sexy, that fresh rain scent of his underarm deodorant was sexy, everything about him was sexy. As Erik smiled and his tongue slipped out to lick the film of pre-cum from his lips, Gil's entire body ached to be possessed by him and his straining cock waved anxiously in the air with the offering of another delicious droplet of pre-cum. Erik descended for the offering like a hummingbird diving for drink of nectar, and to the hot, young stud it was nectar, the purest, finest nectar ever produced on this earth. He gently caressed the oozing cock tip with his lips and then sucking in the slippery, smooth drop, he rose and slid forward on the bed and kissed Gil, offering him a taste of his own, sweet nectar coating his lips. It was sweet, and slick, and Gil hungrily pressed his lips against Erik's, delighting in the most erotic kiss he'd ever been given, delighting in the taste and the feel of his juice on his lover's lips. As their lips parted, he looked up into those sexy hazel eyes once again. "Fuck me," he sighed. "Oh shit, fuck me before I explode." "I'm about to explode myself," Erik said with a smile as he pushed down his boxers, freeing at last his own raging woodie. Gil opened the drawer of the night stand. "You said you had sex with another boy before?" "Yeah." "Was he safe? You know, disease-wise." "Oh yeah, guaranteed." "I took an enema before you came to be sure I was clean, but if you want to use a condom, I got some." "Which do you prefer?" "Which type of condom?" "No, using a condom, or going without?" "Without, if you're sure the other boy was safe. I want to feel you shooting your stuff into me." "Cool," said Erik, his voice now deep and husky. "I'm producing my own lube, but I don't know if it'll be enough." "I got KY," Gil said, taking out the tube of lubricant. "I'd rather put your lube to a better use." So saying, he turned and lowered his head. His soft, silky hair bushed against Erik's groin and flowed over his hips and then he felt Gil's hot, moist mouth envelop his cock head. His skin had slid back revealing his knob and Gil took the unsheathed knob all in his mouth. He felt the gentle tug as Gil began to suck, and in response his dick oozed out still another drop of his pre- cum. As he felt Gil's tongue slip over the tip of his prick, Erik inhaled with delight. Gil's velvet smooth lips caressed the tip of Erik's dick, coaxing out still another ooze of pre-cum. Erik had never oozed so much lube in all his life. Smearing his lips with the erotic lip gloss, Gil raised his head and smiled at Erik. Their eyes communicated silently and Gil slowly moved back up to lay beside him. Their lips met and as Erik savoured now his own pre-cum on Gil's lips, he felt Gil's tongue press between their lips. He parted his slightly, allowing the boy's tongue to enter his mouth. His own tongue met Gil's, and the two hot, slick tongues ran over each other and pressed against each other. Their naked bodies pressed together as their tongues duelled, smooth boy chest against smooth boy chest, and the hot hard cock of one pressed against the flat stomach of the other and vice versa. As they kissed they ran their hands down over each other's smooth butt and caressed each other with firm, confident strokes. "Oh yeah," sighed Gil as he finally lay on his back. Slipping some pillows under him for support, Erik raised the blond singer's legs in the air and as Gil spread them apart, Erik knelt behind him. Opening the tube of KY, he placed the tip of the tube against Gil's willing butthole and squeezed some lube directly into the boy's asshole. Squeezing a bit more out onto his index finger, he spread apart the boy's cheeks with his left hand and slipped the tip of his finger into the awaiting hole. It felt wonderful inside, hot and velvety smooth, and he could not wait to explore it with his cock. Applying another glob of lube to his finger, he smeared it over his knob and then wiped off the excess on his shaft. Getting into position above Gil, he slowly guided his lubed cock to the awaiting hole. This was not something new for either boy, but they were young and their experiences limited. Even so, in their heat and desire, the two youths united easily with the first attempt. Erik ever so slowly eased his cock up the singer's chute inch by inch until it was buried up his body. He paused and looked down at the flushed, hot face. Gil had his eyes almost closed and his lips were moist and parted with a combination of joy and awe. Erik leaned forward and planted a kiss on those delightful lips, and then, their lips still touching, he began to fuck. He eased his hips back, slowly drawing his cock out to the knob, and then he slowly sunk back down, driving his hot, throbbing cock back into the moist, warm depths of Gil's body. It felt so fucking awesome to have his cock totally surrounded by hot, moist flesh, to feel Gil's chute pulsating and gripping his woodie as he eased it in and out of him. He was fucking Gil Ofarim. He was fucking the most beautiful boy in the world. His fantasy, his night-time dreams, were being fulfilled. The cute blond singer was grunting and sighing and trembling with the joy that his cock was bringing him. How many times he had imagined doing this to the hot sixteen- year-old German boy as he'd jerked himself off before going to sleep. Now he was doing it, and it was fantastic. As he drove his cock in and out slowly, he wanted this to last forever. He wanted to fuck the entire night away. That would be totally awesome, to have his cock buried up Gil's asshole for the entire night, to cum and cum until he could cum no more. Am I crazy? Am I cool? Am I mad? Or just a fool? But I love you/yes I want you, Am I crazy? Am I cool? Am I mad? Or just a fool? Gil wanted it to last forever too. There was no better feeling than having another boy buried deep up your ass and humping his brains out. He knew that his girlish looks and long hair turned a certain type of boy on, and turning that type of boy on is what turned him on. He was a bottom, knew he was a bottom, and wanted to be nothing else. To him getting fucked and having a boy cum up his ass was even better than having a climax himself. Getting fucked by a hot, muscular stud like Erik von Detten was an added bonus. He opened and closed his asshole in time with Erik's thrusting, enjoying the sensations that were rippling through his body as he looked up at the boy fucking him. Erik's eyes were closed, and his brown, jelled hair had fallen forward and was swinging in time with his humping. His breathing was deep and irregular, as was Gil's. Gil closed his eyes and listened to the beautiful music of sex, to the wild beat and irregular pulsations. Bang, bang, bang, You drive me insane, sane, sane, Bang, bang, bang, Hit me like bang, bang, bang, insane, sane, sane, Bang, bang. The same lyrics were pulsating through Erik's mind as he worked his hips to and fro. He gasped and panted with the wild sensations rippling through his cock, and as much as he wanted to do this forever, he had to give in to nature. The tension that had built up between his legs was unbearable. He had to speed up even though he knew if he stopped and let the sensation subside they could go at it longer. This was just too hot to delay. This was his dream come true. To fuck with trying to prolong it. He wanted to fill this hot, beautiful, blond boy with his seed. He wanted to squirt his stuff deep up his asshole, and to feel him tremble and to hear him groan with the realization he was being pumped full of hot, steaming gizm. Erik grunted and gasped openly as he began to pump his hips furiously, driving his hot, aching cock in and out of the delightfully tight asshole as fast as he could. His cock head was burning and itching like a thousand mosquito bites, and his balls were drawing up tight under his shaft. He began to kiss Gil feverishly, pecking at his cheeks, at his nose, at his eyelids, and at his lips. Oh shit almighty the boy had the most velvety, delicious lips. Erik thrust his cock in and out faster and faster, and pressed his lips tightly against the singer's. He drove his burning, aching rod in and out of the soothing, velvety hole, and as he felt his nuts contract and his gizm rise up the core of his cock, he yelled out his pleasure with an animalistic lust he'd never before felt. He lunged forward and grasped Gil firmly by the shoulders as his gizm shot out of his cock and deep up the boy's rectum. He trembled and panted deeply as shot after shot erupted from his body. He then felt a hot wetness streak across his chest as Gil came also, his hard cock pressed between their bodies and shooting out his hot, white load between them, spraying Erik's chest and his own with his hot gizm. Shot after shot erupted from the boy and he pressed his lips hotly against Erik's and squeezed him tightly with his thighs as his contracted nuts erupted. Time stood still for the two boys as their hot fluids gushed from their trembling, flushed bodies. For them it seemed like they were never going to stop. It finally did, and with a sigh of relief and immense pleasure, Erik at last drew his body back and eased his still stiff cock out of Gil's body. As Eric lay down on his side beside the still deeply breathing youth, Gil finally opened his eyes and smiled. "Got us kind of sticky," he said dreamily and with a grin, reaching out and flipping up a glob of his creamy white cum from Erik's chest. "The best kind of sticky," Erik replied, taking Gil's hand and guiding it to his mouth. His lips enveloped the cream-tipped digit and he sucked on it, and then still savouring the salty-sweet cream he scooped up a thick glob from Gil's chest and offered it to him. Gil's mouth immediately slipped over the finger and he savoured the proffered treat. So they lay there, scooping up the streamers and globules of Gil's cum from each other's body and feeding each other. Gil finally took a towel strategically left beside the bed and wiped off Erik's now limp, KY-coated cock and the two boys rearranged the pillows. They lay there in silence for a long time nestled in each other's arms, enjoying the warm bliss that follows sex, and inhaling each other's fragrances, Gil's coconut-scented lotion and Erik's Summer Rain deodorant still predominant, but now having a hint of the boys' natural, fresh young fragrance. The air in the room was scented with the unique aroma of fresh cum. "You've only had sex with one other boy?" Gil asked, laying his head on Erik's chest. "Yeah. You're the second." "He must have been a good friend." "Actually, a fellow actor. We barely knew each other before we had sex, but we became great friends afterward." "You and he do it often?" "No. We only did it that once." "Why?" "Not for want of trying to get together. Our schedules just never matched up between acting and school and everything. But we've kept in touch by email and phone and we've even cybered together a few times." "So what happened wasn't just in the heat of the moment. You have feelings for each other." "Oh yeah." "You love each other?" "Love? Oh no, nothing that deep. I mean Jonathan's cool and I like him, but that's it." "So, are you gay, bi, or just gay for now?" "What do you mean gay for now?" "You know, just curious. Just in a phase where you want to try it with guys." "Oh. To tell you the truth, I don't really know. I like guys a lot, and I think about them in a sexual way. I don't think being gay can be just a phase, can it?" "I don't know," Gil admitted. "What about you? You sure you're bi? You said you've done other boys, so there's been more than one." "Yeah, but they have been all just one nighters. You know, boys I saw when touring and invited to spend the night with me." That sounded cheap, like he just jumped into bed with anyone. He looked over at Erik, but he could not tell what the boy was thinking. He knew English well, but he just couldn't put into words what he meant. Actually, he probably would have had the same problem in German or Hebrew. "Nobody regular back in Munich, boy or girl?" "Oh no, nothing like that." "So, I'm another one of your one-night stands on tour," Erik said musingly as he ran his hands through Gil's long, silky hair. He had a sense of disappointment, but knew that was selfish. It wasn't as if they were boy friends or anything. A boy with Gil's looks could have his pick of hundreds of boys. "I wish you weren't," sighed Gil as he ran his hands over Erik's muscular pecs. "I wish it wasn't just one night. Tonight was special. The best I've ever had." "Bet you say that to all the boys you send notes to," teased Erik. "No, honest," replied Gil, his voice earnest and a look of anxiousness passing over his face as he sat up and looked Erik directly in the eyes. "This was the best." "Hey, I was joking," Erik said, suddenly sorry he'd teased him. Gil continued to stare into his face for a second, and then quickly turned away, but not before Erik saw the tears beginning to well up in those beautiful blue eyes. "Hey, I meant it as a joke, really," Erik repeated as he sat around and put his arm around Gil's shoulders. Shit almighty, what had he done? "That's all right," Gil replied, his voice quavering as he reached up and wiped his cheek. "What's wrong?" Erik asked, drawing the slight, trembling body close to his. It was several minutes before Gil responded. "I don't mean to do it." "Do what?" "Go to bed with so many boys." "Hey," Erik said consolingly. "That's nothing to be ashamed of or anything. It must be great being able to do that." "It isn't," Gil said simply. "It isn't?" "Oh, the sex is great. It has to be. The boys I drop my trousers for are all very good looking, and very hot for me. I read once that a person develops a sense, an intuition about other guys. It was called gaydar." "Never heard of it," Erik confessed. "Anyway, the sex is always wonderful but never as wonderful as what we experienced," he interjected, looking over at Erik for assurance. Erik nodded that he understood. "That has been the problem, I like it so much. I say I won't do it the next concert, or in the next city, or the next country, but I am too weak. I see a boy, and I get this feeling in my loins, and it is the same all over again." "Hey, that's only natural. We're sixteen and full of hormones. An uncle of mine said I should enjoy it while it lasts. Of course he was talking about girls, not boys." "You're being kind, I know, but thanks," Gil said with a slight smile as he rested his head on Erik's shoulders. "No way, I mean it. I wish I had more opportunities. Guess my gaydar is broken." "Well, I'm glad mine wasn't tonight," Gil observed as he hugged Erik. "Me too. You have no idea how long I've been dreaming about getting it on with you, how many times I've pictured you as I've jerked." "Well, I'm glad that you find me attractive." "Attractive? Hell, you got a body that has kept me in a state of constant erection from the first time I saw you." "Well, being in a constant state of erection is not all that bad," Gil said in an attempt to be light-hearted as he ran a hand gently along Erik's thigh. Despite the arousal that instantly arose between his legs, Erik could tell something was still bothering Gil. He might not have gaydar, but he knew people. "If we lived near each other it would be." "Until I got old and ugly and lost my looks." "Looks wouldn't matter." "Now you are not just being kind, you are being foolish." "No, really. It would just be wonderful to be around you." Gil drew away and looked at Erik. "Suppose I was in an accident and my face got all cut up. Or I got cancer and lost my hair?" "You'd still be you, inside. That's what's important." "Is that why you agreed to come to my hotel room tonight, because I am me, because of my personality?" "No," Erik said honestly. "I came because you are the most beautiful boy I've ever seen, and I've had the hots for you for months. I didn't for one moment think we'd really get physical, but it was purely for physical reasons that I came. But that's not why I want to see you again. Not now that I've gotten to know you." Gil said nothing as his hand gently caressed Erik's thigh, and then slowly slipped over and cupped his testicles. They were warm and damp. "Thank you," he said softly after a long thought. "I am not often seen as Gil Ofarim. I am usually the hot young star from Germany, the boy with potential, the new teen sex symbol, the boy who looks like a girl. I'm more than a body or a voice." "I know where you're coming from," Erik observed. "I have trouble people seeing me as just another teenage boy too." "You are not just another teenage boy," Gil observed, still cupping Erik's testicles as he looked over at him. "You are very different, very special." "Well, so are you," Erik responded. He leaned forward and the two boys kissed gently. Without releasing his hold, Gil turned slightly and they kissed again, and again. Gil felt Erik becoming hard again against his wrist. As they lay back on the bed, Erik reached down and began to toy with Gil's limp organ. "I wish we could be together more often," Gil said softly. "But, considering the circumstances, I don't suppose that is going to be possible, with me in Germany and you over here in America." "Yeah, that is too bad," Erik agreed. "We could write, or email each other, or phone. I have a picture of you on the wall in my sailboat. I could send you a pic of me and we could look at each other's picture while we talk." "You have a boat?" "Yeah, a twenty-eight-foot islander sailboat." "I'd love to see it sometime." "I'd love to take you out for a sail." "Phoning and chatting by computer would be fine, but I'd rather be with you in person." "Me too," Erik agreed. "Why is it when you finally meet someone really fantastic they have to live thousands of miles away?" "You really think I'm fantastic?" Gil asked teasingly as he began to stroke Erik's cock. "Oh yeah," Erik responded, doing the same. "For my mind and my personality." "Definitely for your mind and personality," Erik agreed as he nibbled on Gil's ear. The thought that he was wearing nothing except that gold ring in his ear caused Erik's cock to lurch. "Not because you want to have sex with me," Gil said with a chuckle as Erik nibbled on his neck and he squeezed the American's now erect cock in his hand. "You kidding? What we did earlier was the wildest experience I've ever had. I want to feel that way again, for as many "again's" as we can." "Well, the night isn't over," said Gil, as he ran his other hand over Erik's chest and rubbed his nipples. "Hell, no, the night is just beginning," Erik agreed as he wrapped his arms about Gil. The two teenage stars embraced and inhaled deeply, inhaling the combined fragrances of Gil's coconut-scented lotion and Erik's Summer Rain deodorant, aromas that they would forever associate with this very special and very momentous night. As they kissed, their stiff, hot cocks squeezed between them, they knew that the second time was going to be even more fantastic than the first. The first had been pure sex, driven by lust. The second was going to be driven by love. They were sixteen, they were hot, and the night was theirs. Tonight, tonight, tonight, tonight I wanna hold you in the deepest night, I want to give you what I feel inside, Let me show you, there's a way for you and for me, All I need is that you're by my side, All I want is to hold you tight, Give me one more chance to talk to you, I love you.