                           MacCauley & Jonathan



     Jonathan Tayler 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 won't, he was 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 Tayler 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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