Date: Fri, 14 Feb 2003 08:44:03 -0700
From: Dream Spinner <authorsix@hotmail.com>
Subject: "Aaron and Chad: A Fan's Dream" (t/t, celeb)
Caution/Welcome. It is March 5, 2002, the last day of Aaron Carter's
winter tour. Dream Street has packed up and left and Aaron is faced with
returning to the Keys and months of rehearsal for his next album, and with
brother Nick on the road with the Backstreet Boys with no foreseeable
outlet for his sexual needs. It is in that frame of mind that he spots a
hot seventeen-year-old fan in the front row and as he recalls Jesse
McCartney's description of a hot session he and the other members of the
Dream Street boy band had with four of their fans, Aaron begins thinking
and the heat turns on. This is a gay fantasy written for Chad, a loyal
Dickingson fan, that was promised fourteen months ago. It does not reflect
nor imply the real sexuality of Aaron Carter. It is the eighteenth of
stand alone stories in a series of Aaron Carter and Friends fanfic gay
fantasies and chronologically follows the story "Aaron and Jesse". If you
do not like reading gay fantasies about teenage boys or celebrities, this
is where you stop and hit the back or delete key. This story is posted at
free gay adult story sites for the purpose of adult entertainment.
Permission is not given to copy electronically for the purpose of
redistribution or posting at sites other than described without the
permission of the author. Comments and story suggestions can be sent to
the author J. O. Dickingson at authorsix@hotmail.com Comments to Chad will
be forwarded with reader's identification removed unless otherwise
requested. All lyrics are copyright of Aaron Carter.
AARON AND CHAD: A FAN'S DREAM
It was a grey, blustery day in Sioux Falls that March Friday,
typical spring weather in South Dakota with winter reminding everyone it
was not yet ready to turn the reigns over to spring. The slate grey skies
and the cold drizzle fit Aaron's mood. As much as he hated the grind of
being on tour and living out of a suitcase, and sharing a room with his mom
at the age of fourteen, he loved live entertainment. He loved to hear the
fans screaming in response to his lyrics and moves on stage, and he loved
to see them clapping and dancing to his music. That was a rush that only
one other thing could beat.
That was the other reason for his sour mood. He hated the thought
of going back to Marathon and the daily grind of school work and recording
sessions for his next album instead of performing before live people, but
even more he hated the fact that when he went back he would be back to his
right hand for satisfaction. After the hot session he'd had with the Dream
Street band, and the even hotter session he'd had with Jesse McCartney a
week ago, solo sex was going to seem like such a bore. At least on tour
there were opportunities for other avenues of satisfaction. Just a couple
weeks ago Billy Gilman had stopped by to hear a performance, and of course
for a photo shoot and some publicity for both of them. He was a great
singer in his own field, and a hot looking kid, and it would have been fun
doing a bit of exploring with him. Unfortunately it was a flyby sort of
thing and there had been no time to even think about doing anything.
Things like that took time. However, the opportunity could have been
there, and now that they'd met. . . .
Take the hot session he'd ended up having with Jesse for example.
He and Dream Street had been performing three weeks before the chance
arrival of a hot Valentines card had set the tone for a hot evening of sex
with the six of them, and then it had been a week and a half before he and
Jesse had a chance to get it on for a wicked afternoon in San Diego. That
was last Sunday. On the following Friday Jesse and his mom filed papers to
leave the group and the following night after their performance in Las
Vegas, he and Jesse had slipped away to have one final hot evening
together, to celebrate Jesse's decision, his acceptance of his
homosexuality, and their special friendship. The next morning Jesse and
the others had packed up and left. Going out on stage always felt strange
on the very last show of a tour. This time it felt even stranger.
Of course his fans had no idea what was going on in his head as they
waited for his appearance. For one of those fans, whereas Aaron's future
seemed boring at the least if not downright bleak, his could not be looking
brighter. The grade twelve Canadian student was doing very well in school,
his chance of going on to the university of his choice was high, and he was
about to see Aaron Carter performing live. Who would have thought when
he'd entered the contest to win an all expenses paid trip to one of Aaron's
concerts that three months later he'd be in the front row of the Sioux
Falls Arena with thousands of other excited, screaming Carter fans? It was
a disappointment that Dream Street was not at the Empire Mall for a signing
as had been originally planned, and would not be the opening act, but he
did get an autographed picture of them. Of course he had no idea of the
politics that were going on in their world, and his heart was pounding and
his blood racing with just being so close to Aaron Carter and actually
being about to see him performing live. When the lights dimmed and the
band started and Aaron leaped on stage, he felt as excited as if he was
performing himself.
For the next hour he was totally mesmerized by the hot, young
singer, screaming and clapping and swaying along with every other fan,
totally immersing himself in the music and the experience. He had been an
Aaron Carter fan for years, and this was one of his dreams come true, to
actually see the American singer in a live concert. He looked even hotter
in person than he did in his pictures, of which Chad had hundreds. He
belonged to dozens of Carter fan clubs and had read everything he could
about the hot young singer, and he even had started up his own fan club,
for boys only. That was another one of Chad's dreams, that he and Aaron
Carter would get it on with each other. Chad was gay. He'd come to that
conclusion several years ago, and was comfortable with it. He hadn't
actually done anything with a guy yet, but he knew that was where his
interests were. He had even confided in that fantasy with a writer who
posted gay fanfic erotica on the net just a couple months ago. So, as
Aaron performed on stage, Chad let his mind wander and his imagination
soar.
Then I jumped on the table, this is what I said
People all around you gotta
(Come get it)
Everyone together sing it loud
(Come get it)
Jump all around come on
(Come get it)
As Aaron sang and danced, the young performer forgot about the cold
sleet outside and his dismal future and concentrated on his performance.
He loved to sing and dance, and he especially loved sharing his singing and
dancing with others. He was an artist, and a performer, first and
foremost. From the sales of his records and the crowds at his performances,
he was evidently a damn good one besides.
I got a friend and I may just get him
Ready and a push with a mic in my right hand
Move you, groove you
Get something to dance to, if you want to
Step outside, come along, let's ride
Don't listen to the talk, take a walk on the wild side, Thinkin',
talkin', clockin', everybody's shockin', and rockin'.
With the bright lights on stage and the dark arena it was difficult
to see the audience, but he could hear them, and he knew he was performing
well. As he moved closer to the edge of the stage, he looked out across
the arena and smiled at the crowd of screaming, jumping fans. This was
what being on tour was all about. This was what made the hours of
rehearsal and the lonely nights in hotel rooms worthwhile. The majority of
the fans in the audience were close to his age, and the majority girls,
though there were a number of boys. Every time he saw a boy he wondered if
he was a date or a brother of one of the girls, or if he was a real fan.
Then he spotted the boy right in the centre of the front row. To be in the
front row you had to be a very dedicated fan, or have connections. He
stood out from the others. For one he was a boy. For another he had a
sexy, sultry look about him with his hazel eyes and blond-brown hair. For
a third, he was older and taller than the girls around him, in his mid to
later teens and at least five-foot-eight. Aaron looked directly at him and
lowered his hand to his crotch.
Say boomity boom boom, boombastick
Fun fun fun, funtastick
Swing the nation
Cause a sensation
Or good vibration.
Chad swung to the music as if in a trance. It was as if Aaron was
looking right at him, not just in his direction, but right at him as he
sang, as if he was singing right to him personally. It was so wicked. The
hot teenage singer was causing a sensation, and a good vibration all right.
Chad felt his dick beginning to swell, but he didn't give a damn. Let it.
It felt good. He wished Aaron was close enough to see it. Of course he
knew Aaron wasn't, but the way he was getting turned on his dick felt a
foot long and burning hot. It throbbed in time to the music.
Aaron concentrated on the boy's narrow, swaying hips. To Aaron boys
had such sexy hips compared to the broad beams of girls, even teenage
girls. Of course he could not see the tent in Chad's shorts from where he
was, but he could tell the guy was turned on from the way he moved and from
the look on his face, a look of arousal and ecstasy, the type of look Aaron
imagined guys having when he jerked off. The guy was wearing a pair of
tight Adidas shorts and a sexy shirt, deep blue with white spots that
looked like it was made of silk. The top three or four buttons were
undone, revealing a smooth, nicely tanned chest. Aaron envied that.
Performing and practising in doors seven days a week, he was losing his
Florida tan.
As the first half of the show was about to end, one of the stage
crew approached Chad, and to his surprise, told him Aaron would like to say
hello during the break. He could not believe it as he followed the
stagehand past the security guard and down the backstage corridor. This
was totally unbelievable. As the guy knocked on the door to one of the
dressing rooms and then opened it and motioned for him to step inside, he
wanted to pinch himself. Finding Aaron standing there in the midst of
changing into his next costume, Chad's heart was racing so fast he would
not be surprised if he had a heart attack.
"Hi," Aaron said with a smile. "I spotted you in the audience and
you looked like you were having such a great time I wanted to say hi, and
thanks for coming to my show."
"Ah, I'm afraid my hand is rather sweaty," Chad said as Aaron
offered his. His hands got sweaty and clammy when he was nervous.
"Hey, so's my whole body," Aaron responded with a sparkle in his
deep brown eyes as he took Chad's hand.
"Oh yeah," sighed Chad, and then realizing what he'd said and even
more so, how he'd said it, he began to blush.
Aaron repressed a smile. Now, if that meant what he thought it
meant, and if the guy was hot enough. . . . "You are enjoying the show?"
"Oh fu-, ah, yeah, I'm enjoying it a lot, it's so totally awesome,"
Chad stammered. Shit, he'd almost cursed, in front of Aaron Carter. He
felt so awkward. "So, like you just saw me in the audience?"
"Yeah. You don't mind if I keep changing do you? We don't have much
time between halves."
Mind changing in front of him? He had to be kidding! "No, not at
all," Chad responded as Aaron finished unbuttoning his shirt and removed
it. Oh God, this could not be happening! He had to have passed out in the
arena and was having a hallucination. If he was, he hoped he'd stay out
for a while yet. Realizing he was standing there staring, he struggled to
find something to say.
"So this isn't part of the contest?"
"Contest?"
"The contest I won, to come see your show. I thought maybe this
part was in the fine print and I didn't notice it." That was like so
highly unlikely. When he'd gotten the notice that he'd won and the
particulars how to claim his prize, he'd read it over like a million times
until he had it memorized, every single word.
"Oh, no, I didn't know about any contest," Aaron responded, stepping
out of his tattered blue jeans and putting on his baggy camouflage cargo
pants. He glanced out of the corner of his eye to see if the older
teenager was interested, and from the look on his face he definitely was,
very interested, and he was making no effort to hide it. "So are you from
Sioux Falls?"
"Oh heck no. I'm not even from South Dakota. I'm from Ontario.
Canada."
"Thought you had a strange accent. I performed in Ontario once."
"Yeah? Cool."
"You're a long way from your home then."
"Yeah. Part of the contest was to pay for my airfare here and my
meals and my accommodation overnight."
"Cool. Where are you staying?"
"Next door actually. At the Ramada."
"Yeah? Hey, so am I! You with friends or family or something?"
"No, just me."
"Say, maybe, if you're interested, we can get together later, after
the show."
"Yeah? Oh man, that would be like, so awesome!"
"Later then," said Aaron. "Sorry to cut this short, but I gotta go
get my make up on."
"Hey, no problem. It was great asking me back stage." As Aaron
stepped to the door so did Chad. They were practically touching. Totally
on impulse, partly because they were so close, and because he wanted to
thank him for inviting him backstage somehow, Chad suddenly leaned forward
and kissed him, a quick kiss, but one on the lips. The moment he'd done it
his heart sank. That was like so dumb! Aaron would probably have him
tossed out of the arena, maybe even arrested. Well, he didn't care. He
couldn't pass up the opportunity, and he'd have been kicking himself for
the next month if he hadn't taken it.
"Hey, most guys thank me with a handshake," Aaron said with a wide
grin as he opened the door and they stepped into the corridor. The stage
hand was waiting to escort Chad back to the front of the arena. Even
though Aaron had joked about it, as Chad headed down the hallway he was
sure he'd just screwed up his chance of a visit from Aaron that night, but
the kiss was worth it. "Hey!" Aaron suddenly called, stopping and turning
around. "You never told me what room number."
"One fifteen," Chad replied. Aaron was still interested! Chad was
so elated his feet never touched the floor all the way back to his place in
front row centre, section BB.
The second half of the performance was even more awesome than the
first. This time each time Aaron looked in his direction, Chad knew he was
looking at him. When he wasn't grooving with the music, he was thinking
about that kiss in the dressing room, and how sweet Aaron's lips were, and
what Aaron had said and what he'd said, what he wished he'd said instead,
and what he wished he hadn't said, or done. The kiss had been hot, but it
was going to make meeting again awkward. Why the hell hadn't he just
cooled it! Of course if Aaron had been upset about it he wouldn't have
asked for his room number. Just maybe, just really maybe, he'd liked it
too. Now that would be so wicked! So, for the next hour and then the
short walk back to his hotel, Chad soared from euphoria to kicking himself
a dozen times over.
Arriving back at the hotel, he wondered what he should do, if he
should shower and change, or what. When he'd kissed Aaron, Aaron had
smelled of a mixture of sweat and cologne or deodorant or whatever he was
wearing. It had been so hot and he could still remember the erotic
fragrance. He'd remember it for the rest of his life. He raised his right
and then his left arm and sniffed under them, and then rubbing his left
pit, he sniffed at his fingers. He didn't stink. He went in the bathroom
and checked himself out in the mirror. The shirt and Adidas shorts he'd
selected because they were comfortable, and his favourites.
Deciding he needed some snacks or something, he went down to the
store in the hotel lobby and bought a large Pepsi and some chips. He knew
everything there was to know about Aaron, but suddenly he couldn't remember
what his favourite drink or food was. The more he concentrated the less he
could remember. Damn! Returning to his room, he went down the hall and
got a bucket of ice. It was going on to eleven. He hoped he hadn't missed
Aaron when he'd gone to get the soda and chips, or the ice. He should have
thought of that, dammit!
The minutes ticked by. Eleven. Eleven ten. He probably wasn't
coming. Damn. He'd really screwed up kissing him. How stupid could he
have been! He could have had Aaron there in his room. They could have had
a good conversation, but no, he had to go give in to his stupid fucking
hormones. He bet Aaron had gone straight to a sink and had washed his
mouth out. He bet he had no intention of being in a room with a fucking
faggot. The question about what his room number was had been just to throw
him off. Maybe to assign one of his body guards in the hallway to keep an
eye on him. He thought he'd read somewhere that Aaron hired bodyguards.
Fuck, this was the best night of his life and the worst.
Just as he was about to give up, there was a knock on the door. Or
was that wishful thinking? There came a second knock! Inhaling and
exhaling deeply and rubbing his clammy hands on his shorts, he walked over
to the door and opened it. It was Aaron!
"Sorry I'm so late. It took forever to get out of the arena, and
then I figured I'd better shower before I came to see you."
"You didn't have to."
"Oh yeah, right, you like hot sweaty bodies, I forgot," Aaron
responded with a smile and a twinkle in his deep brown eyes, causing Chad
to flush again. "So, you gonna invite me in, or should we take a chance
and suck face out here in the hallway?"
"Oh, yeah, geez, I'm sorry, yeah, com'on in," Chad said, getting
even more flustered.
"You know, about that kiss ."
"It was hot."
"Yeah?"
"Oh yeah. When I saw you in the audience, I figured you were really
groovin' it, but when you kissed me, I knew that you were. That was even
better than I'd dreamed what might happen."
"Than you dreamed? You geez! You have no idea how many times I've
dreamed doing that with you!"
"Really?" Aaron said with a grin. "Cool." He looked around. "Your
room's pretty much like mine, even the same colour sofa and chair and
walls, except we got twin beds. I'll be so glad to get back to Marathon
and my own room. It's a fucking pain sleeping in the same room as your
mother."
"Yeah, I could imagine."
"That's the other reason I'm late. My mother had like a major cow
about me coming to see you. You know, all the security crap about not
knowing you, as if you were going to kidnap me or something. But she
finally gave in. She usually does," he observed with a smile.
"So, ah, sit down," Chad said, gesturing about the room to sit
wherever he pleased. "You want some chips, or a soda or something? I
couldn't remember what you like."
"Remember?" Aaron asked, sitting on the sofa. It was small, redwood
or something with black cushions with huge lemon and orange coloured
circles or flowers or something.
"From the fan sites."
"Oh. Well, most of them you can't totally believe anyway. You got
the Pepsi right, though I drink other stuff too. As for snacking, I
usually have Fruit Roll-ups or Jolly Rancher Lollipops if you'd really like
to know."
"Oh yeah, I remember reading that. Damn!"
"Well, the lollipop I was planning on sucking on tonight was of a
different type, unless you happen to be a happy rancher."
"Right now I'm a happy student, the happiest there could be." Chad
could not believe how forward Aaron was. Was he really coming on to him,
or was it just the way entertainers talked? He stood there awkwardly,
wondering where he should sit. He'd like to sit beside Aaron on the sofa,
but that would be so obvious, and the sofa so small. He could sit on the
edge of the bed, but that would be uncomfortable, and the chair, well, that
seemed so formal, and with the corner table and lamp between them they'd be
too far apart for anything to happen. He sat on the sofa, at the very end
next to the wooden arm.
"I'm glad you are," said Aaron, sliding closer to him. He was used
to people being in awe with him and him having to take the lead, though
what he had in mind this evening was not something he'd even thought about
until nine months ago. "So, you've had sex with a guy before?"
"Actually, no," Chad confessed. "Where I come from being gay isn't
exactly popular. You've messed around with guys?"
"Yeah. My first time was last summer. Well, except for this time I
got stranded in a blizzard, but I was just a kid then, and what we did I
didn't even think of as being sex." He realized he was babbling. He did
that when he got nervous. "So, you got condoms?" he asked. They had not
said anything about sex, but hey, the guy had kissed him, and now he was in
his room, just the two of them.
"No. I don't."
"There has to be a drugstore open if you want to get some. All the
guys I've had sex with have been clean, so you don't need to worry, I'm
safe."
"Well, being that I've never been with anyone, I certainly am."
The two boys looked into each other's eyes and leaning forward and
closing them, they slipped their arms about each other and their lips met.
It was a longer, more passionate kiss than the one in the dressing room.
Chad's cock responded immediately and he could not believe how hot one kiss
could make him feel. Their lips parted and met, parted and met. As Aaron
slipped his hands under Chad's shirt, which he was wearing outside his
shorts, Chad slipped his hands under Aaron's. Aaron was wearing a pair of
pale blue jeans that extended down to his knees, and a short-sleeved Nike
T-shirt. Their kisses became more passionate as they began to massage each
other's back.
Pulling off Aaron's T, Chad caressed his firm deltoids as he resumed
kissing the hot young singer and Aaron unbuttoned the last two buttons of
Chad's shirt to expose his smooth chest. Slipping off the sofa, Chad knelt
before Aaron and kissed his collar bone, and then the hollow of his neck
and the top of his smooth chest. He continued planting little kisses as he
worked down the centre of Aaron's chest and then across to his right
nipple.
His hormones racing, the horny teenager kissed the tender protuberance
gently and then ran his tongue around it, and finally over it. Aaron
squirmed with arousal. The seventeen-year-old fastened his lips to the
sensitive bud and sucked on it, like a babe sucking his mother's teat. As
he ran his tongue over it again, he felt Aaron's nipple grow hard in his
mouth. Licking the now hard protuberance, he felt a thrill ripple through
his body when Aaron squirmed, knowing the pleasure and arousal he was
causing. Kissing his way over to Aaron's other nipple, he began to nibble
on it, causing Aaron to squirm with even greater agitation.
"Oh yeah, oh fuck yeaaaahhh," the fourteen-year-old singer gasped.
"That feels so fucking hot." As Chad continued to lick and suck on his
irritated nipples, Aaron slipped Chad's shirt off and passionately massaged
his shoulders and the top of his back.
Chad caressed the young pop star's lower back, and arriving at his
belt, a black leather with a gold cross-link chain, he unbuckled it and
unbuttoned the top of his jeans. Drawing down Aaron's fly, he slipped his
hands inside Aaron's knee pants and the fourteen-year-old raised his hips
so the older teen could ease them down. Chad drew them right off along
with his socks, leaving Aaron in his red plaid boxers and oak bead
necklace. As he got to his feet, Aaron immediately reached over and
quickly pulled down his Adidas shorts, revealing a sexy pair of black
speedos underneath. As Chad stepped out of shorts, Aaron drew off his
socks so the boy was left standing there in his speedos and his tube
necklace.
Moving over and laying down on the bed facing each other, the boys
continued to kiss and caress, running their hands freely over each other's
body, stroking each other's back, chest, and thighs. Chad cupped Aaron's
package and thrilled at the heat, and as he gently squeezed the flesh
inside the fourteen-year-old's underwear he was rewarded by a sigh from the
younger teen. Aaron reached around and caressed the seventeen-year-old's
buttocks, and then slipping his hands inside his speedos, began to push
them down. Chad immediately assisted by raising his hips, and as Aaron
pushed them on down and off, he lay there totally exposed to his teen idol.
Aaron cupped his large, hairy balls and rolled them in their loose sack,
and he kissed and licked Chad's nipples at the same time, brushing the
crest of his dirty blond hair across the older boy's chest and rubbing his
smooth cheek against his naked body. At five-foot-eight and a hundred and
thirty pounds, Chad had a nice build and Aaron delighted in caressing the
older boy's body and the fine,blond-brown hair of his lower arms and
calves.
Chad slowly reached down and began to tug on the younger boy's dick,
grasping it at the base and pulling up on the foreskin like he was milking
the flaccid organ. He was cut himself and enjoyed playing with the loose
skin covering Aaron's dickhead. It did not remain loose long, Aaron's dick
quicky filling out until it was sticking five inches up in the air above
his hairless balls. Chad slipped his fingers around it and slowly began to
draw Aaron's skin up and down over his knob. Aaron meanwhile had been
playing with the seventeen-year-old boy's dick, delighting in having it
stiffen in his hand, and now delighting in the force and hardness of his
six and a quarter inch cock.
The two boys worked slowly and quietly, concentrating on bringing
each other pleasure and on the delightful throbbing between their own legs.
Aaron loved cock, and he slipped his fingers up and down the older boy's
larger organ almost reverently. At the same time Chad slowly jerked
Aaron's smaller pecker, delighting also in the size difference and
recalling when his was that short and slender. They both soon began to
approach their orgasms, and without saying a word, they both wrapped their
thumb and first finger about each other's stiff, aching cock just below the
knob and squeezed, cutting off the circulation, and the sensation of
wanting to squirt.
Just laying there quietly and allowing themselves to cool down, the
two boys waited a long time before they began to caress each other again,
their skilful fingers tugging on each other's still stiff but no longer
aching cock as they once again kissed gently. It was beautiful, kissing
each other softly and tugging on each other's rock-solid cock. They slowly
brought each other to that peak not just a second time but a third.
Reversing directions, the two boys nuzzled each other between the
legs like two puppy dogs, inhaling the nutty fragrance of each other's
testicles. Holding Chad's stiff, aching cock by the base, Aaron ran his
tongue up the shaft and over the knob and quivered with the delight of
licking the sexy-looking teenager's cock, while at the same time he felt
the older boy licking his. Chad felt exactly the same as he sucked on his
teen idol's stiff prick and inhaled the fragrance of his balls. They
swirled their tongues over each other's blood-engorged knob, and as they
paused to prolong the delight they thrilled with the sensation of their wet
cock heads exposed to the air. They ran a tongue down each other's shaft
and back up, licking the other's cock like it was a lollipop. For Aaron
this was the best lollipop there was, and if he could, this was the
lollipop he'd suck for a snack every day, though that was not something
he'd be able to tell his fan clubs.
For Chad this was a dream come true. He could not believe he was
sucking on the cock of his teen idol, the idol of millions of teens and
preteens across the country. He'd even read where mothers wished they were
fourteen again as they swooned over the pop star along with their teenage
daughters. Those mothers would be shocked if they knew what their
daughter's teenage idol really enjoyed. That Aaron was enjoying it there
was no doubt.
His hot moist lips worked up and down Chad's shaft and over his knob as
if he was mouthing a cherry lollipop, and this being Chad's first time, it
was in fact a cherry. That was not lost on the fourteen-year-old as he
eagerly and hotly devoured the boy's now aching cock.
As for Chad, sucking on Aaron Carter's cock was the dream of
thousands of gay teens and preteens around the world, and the dream of
probably just as many gay men. It did not matter if someone else had
already sucked the fourteen-year-old. Aaron's cock was his now, all his,
and he was planning on enjoying it a long time. He inhaled and exhaled
slowly through his nose so he could keep up the suction on the fleshy tube
in his mouth and still get the oxygen he needed. He had fantasised about
this hundreds of times, but fantasy could come nowhere near reality. It
was so totally wicked, having the teen star of millions sucking on his
cock, and sucking the cock of America's hot teenage heartthrob at the same
time. Far too soon he felt the tension developing deep in his groin and he
prepared to warn Aaron he was going to squirt. Although it had only been
eight months, Aaron was truly experienced. He knew the signs, and before
Chad could say anything, he clamped his lips firmly about the
seventeen-year-old's cock just below the knob, cutting off the desperate
need to squirt. He remained like that until he was sure it was safe, and
then the fourteen-year-old star continued to work his lips up and down the
solid bone, arousing the subdued snake once more. Noticing the tremor in
Aaron's stiff cocklet, Chad assumed that was the sign the boy was about to
come, and he duplicated Aaron's actions, slipping his lips up the shaft to
just below the knob and then biting down hard with his lips. Aaron gasped,
and snorted and quivered with delight.
"Oh fuck yeah," he sighed, letting Chad's cock slip out of his mouth
for a moment. "That was fucking awesome. You did that fucking perfect!"
Chad trembled. It was so wicked hearing Aaron Carter cursing just
like a normal guy. The two caught their breaths and resumed sucking,
delighting in being both the sucker and being sucked, both delighting in
the throbbing and growing arousal pulsating through their groins and up
their stiff dicks, and delighting in the knowledge they were bringing the
same awesome pleasure to their partner. That was the joy of sixty-nining,
enjoying both sucking and being sucked with the same intensity. Their
mouths filled with cock-flavoured saliva and they swallowed it, causing
them to quiver with the growing desire to shoot their loads. They brought
each other to a second peak, and again cut off the desperate urge to shoot.
"I won't be able to hold back a third time," Aaron advised, "though
I wish we could do this all night."
"I know what you mean. I'm so horny I want to burst," responded
Chad. "As much as I'd love to keep doing this, there is no way I'll get
past a third round."
And so the two teenagers, one seventeen and the other fourteen, one
a solid A grade- twelve student, the other a home-schooler with honours
marks also, one an internationally known singer and the other known only by
his circle of friends and family, lay there side by side in a hotel room
bed in the Ramada Inn in Sioux Falls South Dakota enjoying an act enjoyed
by thousands of gay teens across the country. Each sucked on the other's
cock, desiring to bring his partner as much pleasure as his partner was
bringing him, and each squirming with the powerful irritation between his
legs. Once again the tension grew in their loins, building tighter and
tighter, but this time they knew there would be an end.
When that end came, the two boys exploded violently. Chad shot his
thick, copious load into Aaron's eager mouth with such force and volume
Aaron could not take the creamy load all at once and Chad's cum oozed out
of the corners of Aaron's tightly pressed lips. Aaron similarly blasted
out a thick, creamy load, and although he'd only drained his nuts a few
days earlier with Jesse in Las Vegas, he was young and healthy and his nuts
were filled with his boy cream once again. Like Chad, he came too
violently for the teenager to swallow all his cum, especially this being
his first time, and the overflow oozed out from the corners of Chad's lips
and down around his chin in a perverse goatee.
For Chad it was his first taste of cum, and he was surprised by its
tartness and sweetness, the flavour reminding him of a green apple. It was
different and totally delicious, and he eagerly swallowed the thick, slimy
boy juice squirting in his mouth. It was far from the first time for
Aaron, but it was just as delightful as he swallowed Chad's hot, thick cum.
He trembled as he felt it oozing down his throat, and the thought of
thousands of Chad's sperm swimming down his throat caused him to ooze out
still more of his own sperm-laden cream. The two boys continued to suck on
each other's cock long after they'd stopped squirting, sucking out now the
exquisite marrow of each other's hot bone. At long last they parted, and
twisting around so he was facing the same way as Chad but on the opposite
arm, Aaron smiled at the older teenager.
"That was fucking great," he sighed.
"It sure fucking was."
The two boys kissed, softly and gingerly, their lips tasting of each
other's cock, their breaths smelling of each other's cum. They curled up
in each other's arms and they talked about how great what they'd just done
had felt, how awesome it was to come, and how glad they were gay. Chad
talked about his plans, his hope to enter the faculty of engineering at
Guelph, his apprehension about leaving home and living in a strange city,
and of going to university. Aaron talked about his plans also, the album
he was putting together, the tour that was already being set for the fall,
and the plans his mother and agent had for him to have a tour in China in
2003. The two boys, three years apart and from very different backgrounds
and with very different futures, shared one thing in common, being gay.
Actually, they shared a second, a hot night of sex in a hotel room in Sioux
Falls South Dakota, a night that had only begun.