Jon and Zac

By moc.loa@DGNINNUD

Published on Sep 29, 1998

Gay

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This story is not meant to imply anything about the true sexuality of the celebrities mentioned, but I'd love to be a fly on the wall if this scenario ever happened :^).

Jon and Zac by Archangel

"Okay, Good job all you guys. I guess we'll take a break for lunch now. Be back here at, say, two o'clock, okay? Don't be late we have three scenes still left." The director stood up from his typical canvas chair, and began to walk out of the familiar living room set.

"Jeeze, thank god, I'm starving." Taran sprang up out of the roughly upholstered arm-chair, and trotted towards the food tables a few yards off set. He grabbed a sandwich and began eating, making quite a mess of crumbs below himself.

"Christ Taran, be a little messier, could ya? I don't think the janitors have to do enough for their salary yet, give em some more." Jonathan Taylor Thomas was quite known to be a smart ass, on the show as well as off. The other stars had grown accustomed to his snide remarks, and were actually beginning to find them a little funny. Jonathan patted Taran on the shoulder and continued to walk towards the living room set of Home Improvement. He threw himself down onto the cheap couch, and tossed his head back over the back of the couch, and closed his eyes. He had been relaxing for about twenty seconds when the couch collapsed next to him, under the weight of his elder costar, Zachary Ty-Bryan.

"What's up Zach?" Jonathan half-opened his left eye to peer at the disturbing neighbor.

"Nothing. I'm hungry as hell and bored as hell, you?"

"I gotta take a piss myself, but I'm way too tired to walk over to the bathroom."

"Oh hell, glad you said something, I almost forgot I had to go. I've had to piss since the third scene."

"Shit. Well, if I can manage to get my lazy ass up and walk over there, so can you, let's go" Jon slammed his hand down on the couch and used the leverage to pull himself into a sitting position on the edge of the couch. Zach mirrored his strenuous move and then stood fully up, and held out hand to his younger, shorter costar. "Come on shorty, give me your hand" Jonathan clenched his friends hand and pulled until he was standing next to him. He had never really noticed for a while, but his friend was now about six to eight inches taller than he was, and was ever more built than he could remember.

Jonathan and Zach began to walk towards the bathroom, way off to the side of the sets. As he walked, Jonathan hummed the beat to Mmmmbop by Hanson. Zach looked over at him quizzically and said, "Thought you hated those guys!" He smiled, knowing that he had just caught Jonathan in a lie about his favorite music types. Jon smiled back.

"I do, but the song is stuck in my head. I do kind of like them for one reason though. Because of the youngest kid, Taylor, some of the girls have traded over from me to him, taking some of the pressure off of me. It's kind of nice." Jonathan got a cocky smirk across his face, being the only person he knew who could brag about being glad when girls left him alone.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah, all mighty mister stud-muffin has too many girls, poor Jon, awwwww." Zach hit him on the arm and kept walking. He was rather jealous of the attention Jonathan got from the girls. He had always wished they would stalk him to the caliber that they stalked his costar, he did have attention, but not as much. The two of them reached the bathroom door, and stepped into the room. Zach immediately headed for a urinal on the left hand wall, and Jonathan was right on his heels. They assumed the typical male position along the wall, in front of adjoining urinals. Each then fiddled with the front of their jeans, and sighed in relief as they pissed, something they had had to do for quite some time.

Not purposely, but rather uncontrollably, Jonathan was staring down, admiring his own dick. He noticed how much it had grown in the past few months, and he was quite proud of himself. Curiosity was controlling him though. Zach was a year older than him, and he had always wondered who's was bigger and thicker. Out of the corner of his eye, Jonathan peered over into the urinal of his friend. He had to focus hard on the area he was inspecting, and then he saw the outline of what he was looking for. Zach had finished pissing, and was doing the instinctive "male shake" to get all the piss off his dick. Jonathan watched as the dick flew up and down in Zach's hands. He was pretty sure that Zach's dick was a little bit thicker than his, but he was equally sure that his dick was longer.

As Zach walked towards the line of sinks, Jonathan let out a little giggle. Zach paused and looked back at him questioningly. "Laughing at the size of your puny dick shorty?" Zach really had no idea how long Jonathan's dick was, but he decided the comment was a good crack at the smart ass' expense for once.

"Actually I was laughing at the size of yours, shorty." Jonathan laughed out loud now, unable to control himself any longer. Zach turned all the way around, and his face was no longer happy.

"When the hell have you seen my dick you little Peeping Tom?"

"Right now when you were pissing."

"You looked?"

"Yeah, so. And mine is longer Ha, ha, ha!" Jonathan had finished now and was turned around heading towards the sinks where Zach was standing. When he got there, Zach had began walking towards the exit, and he stopped at the door. He reached up and locked the sliding lock on the men's room door. Jonathan looked over, and said, "What the hell are you doing? You gunna beat me up now?"

"No, but that's a huge claim, and you need to prove it. Disgusting as it may sound, drop your pants you little fag." Zach said this in the least gay way he could, trying to hide the fact that he was actually kind of excited to see his friend naked for the first time. The expression which came to Jonathan's face told Zach that both of them were feeling the same way. Zach watched like a 12 year old watching his first porno, eyes wide, mouth slightly open. Jonathan reached down with his hands, and grabbed hold of the button which held the top of his jeans together. He slid the button through the fabric hole it was lodged in, and released his hands. He then reached down and grabbed his zipper mechanism. He slowly lowered his zipper to reveal the white cotton covered bulge which bulged out from the front of his body. He was about to fully reveal himself, when he had a brilliant brainstorm.

"How do I know you aren't going to wait for me to take my dick out, then leave and tell everyone I'm gay or something?" He was so proud of himself for this plan of action.

"I don't know,"

"Well, I'll take my pants all the way down, and off. Then you have to come over and take off my underwear." So proud of himself.

"What?"

"You heard me, and that way if you start saying I'm gay, I'll have something to fight you back with"

"Fine, but you have to take off your shirt too than. That's what I get for having to take off your underwear." He immediately regretted saying this, it obviously showed off his true intentions. He wished he had worded it differently than, `that's what I get', he knew he had screwed up now. He started imagining all of the horrible possibilities that comment could do to his life. However to his surprise, Jonathan only smiled and nodded his head okay.

Jonathan reached down to his feel and untied his Air Jordan Nike shoes. He slipped them off of his feet, and stood back up straight with only socks on his feet now. He looked over to Zach, smiled, and said, "Well, sir, must I take off my socks too?" He was now fully aware that Zach was into this `striptease' he was doing, so he let him feel in charge. Zach let an evil grin come across his face, and he slowly nodded yes. Like the good servant he was, Jonathan bent his knee, and raised his leg. He pulled off his right sock, than his left sock, and returned to his normal standing position. He tucked his socks into his shoes, and set them on the bathroom counter. His jeans' button and zipper were still undone, so he had to hold the waistband of his pants to keep them from falling to his ankles.

Jonathan stood there with no shoes on, and smiled. He looked sheepishly at Zach and said, "Shirt or pants first? Your choice, you're in charge." He was actually enjoying taking orders.

"Shirt."

Jonathan only gave a quick nod, and slipped his arms inside the bottom of his T-shirt. He slowly pulled his arms up and over his head, then maneuvered the shirt off of his body. He stood straight again.

Zach could not believe what he was seeing, Jonathan Taylor Thomas, heart-throb of the teenage world, doing a private strip show for him. And this kid really was beautiful. He had never seen his chest before, as he always turned his back when changing in the dressing areas. He had also never been able to find a single picture of Jonathan with en exposed chest, a disappointing fact for sure. So his mouth almost dropped to the dirty bathroom floor when his friend slipped his shirt off. He realized why he had never taken these pictures. If he had, it would have caused such excitement in his teenage girl cult, that their fingers would have been broken and sprained from over-use. Not to mention the countless sheet stains from the male following. His chest was as beautiful as his face. He had the slightest tracings of a six-pack stomach, but not noticeable enough to be overwhelming. His pecs were only slightly defined, yet defined enough to create two small crest shadows on his torso from the halogen lights above. His nipples were about the size of quarters, and only a few shades darker than his skin tone color. He had watched during the removal of the shirt and had noticed that Jonathan had no hair under his arms, a trait which Zach loved. It was an understatement to say that Zach was now getting very excited by this, a fact which was beginning to expand the front of his jeans. He adjusted himself so that his erection was pointing up towards his stomach.

Jonathan looked over to Zach and said, "Come over here, closer." Zach was not about to miss this invitation, so he walked towards Jonathan, and before he knew it he was within a foot of his half-naked friend. Jonathan reached out and took hold of Zach's right hand. He placed his friend's hand on his stomach, and slowly slid it over his body until the bottom-most finger was touching the elastic of his underwear. "You do the rest for me." With a fluid motion, Jonathan moved Zach's hand onto the bulge in his underwear.

Jonathan released the hold on his pants,. And they slid down to his knees. Zach pulled them down the rest of the way, being sure to rub his hands down Jonathan's hairless legs as he was doing it. He then looked back up and Jonathan from his knees, and smiled. Jonathan's now obviously hard cock was right in front of him, about three inches from his face. He slid his hands back up to the waistband of Jonathan's briefs, and slid a finger in each side. He slid his hands to the back of his briefs, and slowly pulled just the back of the underwear down. He let it rest right below Jonathan's ass cheeks. He explored Jonathan's smooth ass with his hands, and slid his fingers up and down the crack. He then slid his hands around to the front of the briefs again, and lowered them over Jonathan's dick.

His rock-hard dick sprung out from his briefs, and rested pointing right at Zach's nose, maybe a half inch away. Jonathan looked down into Zach's eyes, "Will you suck me off Zach?" He grinned like the devil himself at his request, and the only response he got was a warm mouth engulfing his erection.

Zach lifted Jonathan up by his waist, still sucking his dick, and placed Jonathan's bare ass on the edge of the counter. He lowered his head slowly over the dick, and sucked for all he was worth. Jonathan leaned back against the mirror, and placed his hands on the back of Zach's head. Zach switched between sucking and licking up and down Jonathan's six inch dick, each motion driving Jonathan closer and closer to the edge of his pleasure. Zach licked his middle finger, and started to play around Jonathan's tight asshole. When he found the center, he pushed his spit-covered finger into the tight hole, and this sent Jonathan over the edge. He only had time to say "Unhhhh, Zach - I'm gunna" before his first wad of cum struck Zach's tongue. He shot about six times before he just rested there, tired.

"Jon, can I screw you?" Zach was desperate to fuck his young costar, and he knew it would feel good because of how tight the hole was. Jonathan did not give a verbal response to Zach, he only rolled over so that he was bent over the counter-top. Zach unzipped his pants, and took out his five and three quarter inch dick. He spit all over his hand and rubbed his dick until it was very slick. He lined it up with Jonathan's pink rosebud, and slammed his dick all the way in. Both moaned with pleasure as Zach began to rock back and forth in Jonathan's bubble shaped ass. Zach leaned over and sucked on Jonathan's shoulder as he plugged away at his ass. It didn't take long for Zach to get to the pinnacle of his fucking, and he buried his dick as deep as it would go into Jonathan's ass as he shot gallons of cum into his young friend.

When both boys had "returned to Earth" they rested on the counter, and Jonathan put his clothes back on. Zach zipped back up his pants, and washed all the cum off of the countertop to remove the evidence of the brief session. He looked over at Jonathan and said, "Hey, better hurry up, its almost time to get back to the set."

Jonathan smiled at him and said, "Lunch, tomorrow, meet me in my trailer, it's pay back time..."

Any comments, questions, or suggestions are welcome at Catnapp2@aol.com : this story may be continued, based solely on demand for part two.

The phrases Home Improvement, Tooltime & Binford, and all characters are trademarks of and copyright The Walt Disney Company, Touchstone Television and Wind Dancer Production Group.

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