Magcon BoyxBoy

Fanfiction // Shaylor

shawn
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Thank God for the weekend.

I busted open the door and drop-kicked my bag off towards the stairs, thankful for the half-day.

Taylor, one of my best friends, said he'd been on his way over in about an hour or so, but he wanted to grab some clothes since he wore a different size than me. In the meantime, I had a story and my couch calling to me.

I unlocked my phone as I jumped onto the couch, tapping "Shuffle" on my music for background noise and then opening up this app called "Wattpad." As fast as my fingers could move I tapped on my favorite story, and though a lot of my fans would be upset, it wasn't a story about some girl fanfiction about me. It involved my so-called "best friend" and I, and probably not in the way you'd expect.

You see, Taylor wasn't just my best friend, at least, not to me he wasn't. I don't really know how he labels me. All I know is that there are more fanfictions about him and I together than I can count, and you could imagine how hot it is to have so many different scenarios where I end up bottoming.

I'd been waiting to get to this chapter all day. This author was good at writing: she knew her punctuation, grammar, correct spellings, and how to write a good story in general. And finally, finally, she'd written smut for Taylor and I. The chapter had been uploaded this morning, and all day if been itching to read it and jack off.

I loved it when Taylor came over. He hated wearing a shirt (so I could just look at him whenever he wasn't), he always took a shower (he hasn't noticed the gap between the two doors leading into the bathroom), and not only is he a deep sleeper, but he's constantly having wet dreams. I have it pretty good. Most kids with crushes never even see the guy shirtless, much less naked (but he doesn't know that).

I delved right into it, pulling my jeans all the way off of my legs, and halfway pulling off my compression short style gray boxers, wrapping my hand around my dick and the other holding up my phone so I could read.

It was so detailed that I almost came right then and there, but I tried to pace myself, fondling with my baby-making sacks and oh-so-carefully dragging my nails up against the underside of my erect member. I imagined it was Taylor's smaller hands wrapped around me, stroking me softly. When I finally let out that final, deep-throated moan, I thought of Taylor and exploding all over his face.

As I finished the chapter, I panted until my phone screen faded to black and I fell asleep.

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I woke startled with a knock at the door.

"Shawn!" someone yelled from behind it. "Would you come open the door now?" Taylor sounded tired, as if he'd been waiting for a while.

Shit, I thought, pulling my boxers on as fast as I could. I ran to pull open the door, and Taylor fell on top of me because he'd been leaning against it.

"Oh, uh, sorry," he said with a laugh as he rolled off of me and then helped me up.

"Hey," I said after I stood up, and gave him one of those bro-hugs, not minding that I only had my shirt and boxers on.

"Hey," he returned. "So what do ya wanna do?" I shrugged in response, and jumped back onto my couch, Tay following suit. I pulled my jeans on so I wouldn't feel so awkward, but that was about the only movement I made for roughly ten minutes. We sat there on our phones for a while, Taylor doing something and I was re-reading the smut.

"I'm gonna go to the bathroom, okay?" I said, getting up off the couch and setting my phone on the coffee table. Taylor nodded, stretching out and then settling back into his position.

I ran to my bathroom, undoing my zipper and button as I shut the door. After I pulled my dick out of my boxers, I jizzed out my urine and then shook my junk around to get the rest off before grabbing my boxers and jeans and yanking them back up my legs.

I washed off my hands and used my foot to pull on the little handle of the toilet to flush it. Once I had dried my hands in the towel, I pushed open the door and walked back slowly to the living room, but when I got there, it was empty.

"Taylor?" I called out, but I got no response. Thinking he might be in the kitchen, I turned to go grab my phone and then follow him, but my phone was missing as well.

"Where'd you go?" I called out again, and nudged the door open to the kitchen with my shoulder. Suddenly, two arms spun me around, and before I screamed from instinct, they shoved a rag into my mouth from behind and then covered it.

"So I heard you liked it in the ass," they said, and slithered their free hand down to my pants.

"Hay-hur?" I tried through the material, but it came out garbled and muffled.

"Shh, baby," Taylor said. "I read that thing on your phone. No wonder your boxers were so wet earlier." They were? I didn't even notice that.

"So is that what you want? For me to," he started, and then slipped his hand into my Calvin Klein waistband, "fuck you?" I nodded with strain, my throat making little grunting sounds.

"Good."
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Smut coming next wooo

Gotta get on my A-Game tonight/tomorrow. How does one practice buying tickets?

I'm getting the Miami ones for April 8th, and it would be awesome to get a free meet and greet, but I doubt I'll be lucky enough. If I don't though, I think I might buy one when they go on sale.

Is anyone going to one of his headlining shows?

✌️update soon