Date: Tue, 25 Jan 2005 22:01:11 -0700
From: Dream Spinner <authorsix@hotmail.com>
Subject: "Aaron and Greg: Securing the Future" (t/t, celeb)

Caution/Welcome.  Maryann Raposo, seeing Aaron and Brandon constantly
together and sneaking off every chance they got, figures that Brandon is
sucking up to Aaron and decides that two can play that game, except she can
play better, little knowing the awkward position she will be placing her
son Greg.  This story does not reflect nor imply a real event nor the real
sexuality of these two hot young singers.  Other comments about their lives
and their parents represent a frequent view expressed in celebrity news and
gathered from fan site gossip.  If you do not like reading gay fantasies
about celebrities or teen age boys having hot, unbridled sex with each
other, this is where you stop and hit the back or delete key and wait for
the next story.  This is the fortieth of standalone stories in a series of
Aaron Carter and Friends fanfic gay fantasies and follows the story "Aaron
and Erik: Tree House Rock".  Greg has appeared in several earlier stories,
the most recent being number 36, "Aaron: Street Revenge".  This story is
posted at 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 can be sent to the author
J.O. Dickingson at authorsix@hotmail.com

              AARON AND GREG: SECURING THE FUTURE

     Maryann Raposo made no effort to hide her frown as she watched Aaron
Carter and Brandon Hargest playfully exchanging punches and giggling over
some private joke.  Brandon, she had noticed, was spending an exorbitant
amount of time with Aaron, far more than any of the other performers, and
he and Aaron seemed to be constantly huddling and whispering to each other,
probably about the other performers on Aaron's tour, and probably not in a
positive manner.  Aaron was a copy of his mother in that regard.  She knew
how critical and sarcastic Jane Carter could be from touring with her
before, back when Greg was a member of the Dream Street band.  She would
never forget Jane Carter's comment that Chris Trousdale was the only member
of the band that had any talent.  Well, a lot of good that did Chris.  Jane
Carter had him dropped off Aaron's tour for that very reason, because of
his talent.  She didn't want anyone showing up her precious Aaron, and
after Chris's recent hugely successful performance at Kids Fest in
Cleveland she had reason to worry.  Well, that was to her and Greg's
advantage. She'd quickly snapped up the four slots that Chris had been
booked for, and two others that Chris's agent had been negotiating for.
  Of course she was fully aware of the implication of that, mainly that
Jane Carter did not see Greg as a threat.  Well, she'd find out on the tour
Greg was every bit as good as Chris Trousdale, and better than her precious
son.  Besides, who gave a tinker's damn what she thought.  The tour was
giving Greg all the publicity they could want right across the country, and
at no cost to them.
     Jane wasn't something she had to concern herself with at the moment
anyway, or for the duration of the tour for that matter.  She'd made sure
they had a sound contract that even the crafty and power-driven Jane Carter
would not be able to get out of once she saw how good Greg was.  Louis
Baldonieri had made the sarcastic observation that she needed to get a
life.  Well, she had a life, Greg's, and she knew a thing or two about
contracts, especially after losing the suit against Baldonieri.  Her
concern at the moment was Brandon Hargest's agent and his mother.  She knew
what was going on.  Brandon had been prompted to spend as much time as he
could with Aaron, to suck up to him in the hopes of convincing Aaron's
mother to continue giving Jump Five opening slots with Aaron's future
tours, or perhaps even just himself knowing all too well the competition
and backstabbing of band members.  There was little doubt Aaron would be
producing more albums and going on future tours to promote them so getting
on his good side now would not be a bad thing.  Everyone in the industry
knew how Jane doted on her son well, actually how she depended on both her
sons for her extravagant life style, her and her deadbeat husband too lazy
and incompetent to have real jobs themselves.  A supporting word from Aaron
on whom he'd like lining up his next set of opening acts would go a long
way with her.  Well, two could play that game, and she could play it a lot
better than that holier-than-thou Hargest woman and her son.
     "Are you listening to me?"
     "Yes, of course," Greg said, the hair on the back of his neck
bristling.  He hated it when his mother said that, and when she used that
tone.  He was eighteen now.  Eighteen years and three months.  He was no
child yet she kept talking to him and treating him like he was one.  That
was even more embarrassing than the capitalized announcements she mailed
out to every fan site on the Internet for every little thing he did.
Besides, her advice sucked most of the time, like the advice of most
adults.  It had been her advice that they break away from Lukow and
Baldonieri and that had landed them in depression city for the next six
months.  Of course that decision had largely been the influence of Mama
Galasso.
     "This is important," she stressed.  Sometimes Greg could act such a
child.  Of course that independence streak was typical of talented artists,
and there was no question about his talent.  "We want to stay on the
Carters' good side."
     "Because Aaron's such a famous star," Greg said sarcastically.
     "Because he's in the spotlight right now."
     "I'm every bit as good as him, better."
     "I know that, and you know that, which is all the more reason we stay
in Jane Carter's favour.  Remember, this is the night Chris Trousdale was
supposed to be opening for Aaron.  I told you what happened to Chris."
     Greg knew.  His mother had told him often enough, with undisguised
glee and gloating that she had secured Chris's spots on the tour for him.
Of course she had good reason to be bitter about Chris Trousdale, as did
the other members of the band.  His mind flashed back to three weeks ago
when several of the former Dream Street band had gotten their revenge on
Chris, a revenge that had begun innocently enough but had ended up sordid
and disgusting despite the fact Chris deserved everything he'd gotten.  "So
we have to suck up if we want to stay on the tour."
     "There's no danger of being dropped from the tour, not with the
contract I got for us, but we do have to suck up as you put it if we want
to share in Aaron's spotlight right now, and have a chance to be asked on
future tours.  You know how much PR that would bring, and how important PR
is."
     "Yeah, right."  PR was what had gotten them in trouble with Lukow and
Baldonieri.  "So the point is you want me to get chummy with Aaron."
     "Yes.  You have to spend more time with him, like Brandon has been."
     Greg had also noticed how close the two had been ever since the tour
had begun.  You never saw one without the other, and they were always
whispering, as if they were plotting something.  Brandon and his band mates
might put on being so holy and Christian, but his mother was right on this
one.  He was up to something.
     "Get to know him, and let him get to know you."
     A thought immediately came to Greg's mind, an obscene one.  He was not
all that fanatic about religion, not like the Jump Five band that actually
prayed before they went on stage, but he was a good, practising Catholic.
He knew the other meaning of "to know", the biblical meaning.  He wondered
what his mother would think if she ever found out he had already "known"
Aaron, and Aaron had "known" him.
     "Talk about the things he's interested in, the things he likes to do."
     Greg knew what Aaron was interested in, and what he liked to do.  His
mother had no idea what she was asking him to do.  Aaron was a bonafide,
one hundred percent, all-American fag.  If his mother ever discovered that,
she'd pull him off the tour contract or no contract and hang the loss of
publicity.  Her moral indignation over the attitudes of the former
producers of Dream Street had been sincere if somewhat naive, and we were
talking straight sex there.
     The things with Lukow and Baldonieri he'd had no problem with himself,
the seductive poses, the open shirts to reveal their chests, the joking
around about auctioning their gaunches and making out with their fans, it
was all about promoting an image and selling records, and good- natured
joking around, and it had been about the opposite sex.  Hell, what teenage
boy didn't want to be the sex idol to thousands of screaming female fans.
He'd have readily auctioned off a pair of his used boxers, and he'd had
plenty of jack off fantasies about making out with his female fans.
     The same sex, now that was something very different.  His first sexual
experience with someone of the same sex had been with fans actually, the
orgy with the four brothers that made up the total membership of the Dream
Street Dream Beat Fan Club.  That had been totally disgusting, and they had
done it only because the boys had blackmailed them into doing stuff with
them, and with each other.  As for the messing around between the band and
Aaron during their winter tour, it didn't mean anything.  They'd been
stressed out over the stuff that was going on between their parents and
producers and pumped up like they usually were after a performance.
Between the two, it had just happened.  They were guys after all, with guy
needs and hormones.  It had just been one of those things where the
circumstances had been right for something like that.  He was no fag.  He
was a man, all man.  That was what Lukow and Baldonieri were trying to
portray and what got Frankie's mother all worked up about.  Maybe it was
because she had her suspicions.  Now if anyone was a fag, it was Frankie.
Talk about being a sissy mother's boy, and from the way he'd gotten turned
on when they'd attacked Chris three weeks ago, that he liked guys there
could be no doubt.  It had been Frankie who had initiated the sex
part. That had never been part of their plan.  Greg shook his head.  He
didn't like to think about what had happened that night.  He didn't like to
think about any of the things he'd been thinking about.
     That was what was on his mind though as he finished lunch with his
mother and for the next two hours as he waited for Aaron to return from his
Back to School Meet and Greet at Marshall Field's.  So, it was with a black
mood and with great reluctance and more than a little reservation that he
hung out in the lobby of their hotel and watched for Aaron later that
afternoon.  Spotting him coming in with his security guards and PR agent,
he got up and began walking across the lobby.
     "Oh, hey, hi," he greeted, pretending to have accidentally crossed
paths.  "So how'd the meet and greet go?"
     "The usual," Aaron replied sullenly, evidently in as black a mood as
Greg.  "Giggling, screaming, shoving calf-eyed mob of girls and their pushy
and even louder slobbering mothers. Two hours of endless noise and mindless
prattle. Two hours of signing autographs and constantly smiling, of people
yelling at each other to hurry up.  I don't know what aches more, my
fingers, my ears or my jaw."
     "Yeah, know what it's like," Greg commiserated.  Back a year and a
half ago at the beginning of Aaron's winter tour he and the others of Dream
Street were mobbed at such store signing sessions too, and complained about
how pushy some of the fans, and especially some of the mothers, were.
There were days after the court trial where they would have given anything
for those days again.  They were coming back, for him.  His fan base was
growing, and so were the sizes of his meet and greet sessions. "Say, you
want to come up to my room and unwind, have a Sprite or something?" he
asked as he'd rehearsed and hoping it sounded spur of the moment.
     "Yeah, that would be cool."
     Aaron glanced over at his agent and Mike nodded.  Mike was more than
his PR agent, he was a friend, and a confidant, and he knew how he was
feeling after a two-hour signing session.  Nobody knew him better than
Mike.  They'd even had sex together.  Knowing Mike would let his mother
know where he was, Aaron followed Greg to his hotel room.
     "Kick off your shoes and take a load off."
     Aaron slipped off his shoes and flopped down on the bed wearily while
Greg got a Sprite out of the mini-bar and opened up a bag of potato chips.
"You look hot," he observed as he handed the soda to Aaron.  Aaron opened
it and took a long swig.
     "I am. The store was stuffy, and with all those cows milling around,
it was even hotter and stuffier."
     "It's been a hot day.  I think we're going to be hot performing
tonight."
     "Oh yeah."  Aaron glanced around.  "It has to be sweet having your own
room."
     "Yeah, it is," Greg agreed.  The extra cost had been a big argument
with his mother, but he was eighteen after all. An eighteen-year-old guy
didn't share a room with his mother.
     "I'm still stuck sharing a room with my mother," Aaron grumped as if
reading his mind.
     "That sucks.  A guy needs his privacy, just to be alone sometimes, or
to spend some time with a friend," he quickly added.
     "Tell me about it.  Pretty hard to entertain when your mother is
sitting there in the room."
     "Especially certain friends, like Hilary Duff," Greg said with a grin,
referring to the almost weekly reporting in the tabloids about there being
an Aaron Carter and Hilary Duff thing going on, "or Jill Gioia."  Jill was
his back up singer, who had a great body to go with her voice and whom he
wouldn't mind bedding.
     "Yeah, well, don't believe everything you read in the tabloids," Aaron
responded with a sly smile.  He took another long swig of soda.  "Hey Jolly
Roger lollipops!"
     "Yeah, spotted them in the store downstairs.  Help yourself."
Actually, knowing they were Aaron's favourite candy, and that he liked to
snack on Fruit Roll-ups, his mother had gone out and boughten both.  "I got
Fruit Roll-ups in the mini-bar if you'd like some," Greg offered as he
began to get up from the chair he'd just sat down on.
     "No, that's fine," Aaron replied, popping a lollipop in his mouth and
sucking on it.  "Maybe later."
     He closed his eyes and savoured the cherry lollipop.  Jolly Roger
lollipops, Fruit Roll-ups, Sprite, all his favourite things.  You'd almost
think Greg was trying to seduce him he thought with a smile.  Actually,
when he thought about it, the whole conversation was filled with sexual
innuendos.  Kick off his shoes and take a load off.  He had thought take a
load off his feet of course, but there was another load that he could get
off, one the two of them had gotten off on several occasions.  Greg had
immediately observed he looked hot.  That could have been reference to
something else, not the temperature, especially when he observed they'd
both likely be hot that night.  And then the reference to entertaining
girls, when he had to know damn well by then that he liked guys.  Was he
checking if he still was, or was he making a reference to sex but too
embarrassed to suggest the two of them?
     As Aaron savoured his lollipop, Greg studied him.  From the look on
his face he was really getting off on it.  He knew Aaron also got off on
sucking something else.  As he slipped his mouth off the lollipop he was
reminded of the look on Aaron's face when he slipped his lips off a guy's
cock, and when Aaron snaked out his tongue and wrapped it about the sucker,
he recalled how Aaron licked a guy's knob just as eagerly.  Despite his
feeling about homosexuals and guilt about having done stuff with guys,
those thoughts resulted in a stirring in his jeans.
     Half opening his eyes, Aaron saw the look on Greg's face, his parted
lips and the way he was staring at him seductively.  The bulge in his
jeans, which of course being interested in guys he'd noticed right off, was
definitely larger.  That surprised him.  Greg had always seemed reluctant
when they'd messed around after a performance back when Dream Street had
been an opening act on his winter tour.  Maybe it was because he didn't
want the others to know he really got off on guy sex, or maybe he knew
Jesse was gay and he and Jesse had the hots for each other.  Well, Jesse
wasn't there right now, and nor were the rest of the Dream Street gang, and
they still had two hours before he had to eat and get ready for the evening
performance.  They could do a lot in two hours.  He finished off the
Sprite.
     "Can I get you another?" Greg asked, already on his feet.
     "Naw, not right now.  Come sit over here on the bed instead," he said
with a seductive smile and a twinkle in his eyes.
     Greg's heart sank.  He knew that look.  His mother had said talk about
the things Aaron liked.  They hadn't even started.  He'd hoped they might
spend the rest of the afternoon talking about singing and music, about
their careers, maybe about boating or four-wheelers, which he didn't know
anything about but which he knew Aaron liked.  He hadn't expected them to
get intimate, not in the middle of the afternoon, not before the
performance.  He was already on his feet, and he couldn't very well say no.
     As he sat down, Aaron immediately turned and wrapping his arms about
him, planted a long, hot kiss right on his mouth.  The hair on the back of
his neck stood up.  Messing with each other's dicks, getting some
satisfaction, that was one thing.  Guys had needs and girls weren't always
available.  But kissing, that was something totally different.  Aaron
kissed him again, more passionately, and slipped his tongue in his mouth as
he placed a hand on his crotch.  Damn, his body could not help reacting
with a guy roaming his tongue in his mouth, and Aaron could not possibly
miss his reaction with his hand on his bulge.  It swelled another fraction.
     Aaron smiled as he felt Greg's cock stirring.  Unbuttoning the hot
eighteen-year-old's shirt, he pulled it out of his jeans and ran his
fingertips over his firm, muscular chest.  He had great pecs, daily
exercise and a proper diet giving him well-defined muscles.  He caressed
them now, as another boy might caress a girl's breasts, deriving the same
pleasure.  Feeling that he should be doing something, Greg slipped his
hands under Aaron's T-shirt.  His skin was smooth and warm.  As Aaron ran
his fingers over his nipples he felt shocks of stimulation shoot through
his chest and his dick swelled a bit more.  As Aaron cupped his pecs and
squeezed them the fifteen-year-old resumed his kissing, kissing his mouth,
his cheeks, and his neck.  He flicked out his tongue and swirled it around
his earlobe, and flicked his earing, and then kissed him behind the ear,
which sent a shiver up Greg's spine.
     Aaron was breathing heavier by then, and he reached down and unbuckled
Greg's belt and then pulled down his zipper.  His hand slipped inside his
fly and he groped Greg's flaccid dick from outside his boxers as he kissed
his neck.  And then his hand was in the fly of his boxers and wrapping
around his now rapidly growing cock.  Being kissed and fondled by a guy
like he was a girl was gross but his body said otherwise as his blood
speeded up and his dick throbbed hotly in Aaron's hand.  Aaron had plenty
of experience with guys and immediately sensed Greg's reluctance and
hesitancy, which only heightened his ardour.  If Greg was holding back
because he was inexperienced, or if it was because he was straight and
doing it only because he was feeling horny, did not matter.  Either made
making out with him even hotter.
     Unbuttoning Greg's jeans, he pushed him down onto his back and swung
his legs up onto the bed and then pushed his jeans down along with his
underwear.  Kneeling on the bed beside him and untying his runners, he
removed them along with his socks and pushed his underwear and jeans off.
Laying down in the opposite direction, he nuzzled Greg's feet and his cock
throbbed with the faint fragrance of runners and socks.  He kissed the back
of them and nibbled on Greg's toes, brushing his soft, moist lips over them
and pecking at them.  Greg had strong, beautiful feet with wide spread
toes.  He ran his tongue between his large toe and the adjacent one and
then wove his tongue in and out between the others.  His fine flaxen hair
swept over his eyes and over Greg's feet.
     Greg knew Aaron loved guys' feet, and he had to admit having the
fifteen-year-old licking, kissing and sniffing his feet was erotic.  As
Aaron ran his tongue between his toes, he reached down and unbuckling
Aaron's belt, he reached around under him and unbuttoned his trousers and
pulled down his fly.  Slipping his fingers inside Aaron's pants and under
the elastic band of his boxers, he worked them down over his tight, compact
butt.  Performing on his feet, Aaron had firm gluteus muscles and Greg now
cupped them and squeezed them, as one might cup and squeeze two loaves of
bread dough.  They were actually white as dough Greg observed, contrasting
sharply with Aaron's Florida tan.  As he caressed them, Aaron nibbled at
his feet more vigorously, obviously getting turned on.  As the young singer
pressed his body against the older boy, Greg discovered just how turned on
Aaron was as he felt his hard, hot cock pressing against his hip.  He, by
then, had gotten hard also.
     Turning around, Aaron quickly slipped off his trousers and boxers, and
grinning over at Greg, who was laying there on his back, his pole jutting
up in the air, he straddled the eighteen-year- old.  Reaching behind him
and finding Greg's stiff cock, he slipped his fingers about it and raised
it.  Flexing his thighs, he raised his body and shuffled back and then
slowly lowered his body.  Greg looked up at him in surprise.  He was going
to sit on his cock.  Aaron expertly shuffled into position so that the
fleshy probe was wedged in the crack of his buttocks and the tip pressing
against his eager anus.  As he lowered his body, he pushed out with his
stomach, stretching open his sphincter.  The two boys grunted and panted as
Aaron forced his body down on Greg's rock hard organ and Greg tensed as he
felt Aaron's tight anus straining to accept him.
     "Shouldn't we use some lotion or soap or something?" he gasped.  His
dickhead was beginning to hurt with the friction.
     "Unh-unh," Aaron replied.  "I want you to penetrate me without
anything.  I want to feel your bone stretching me open, penetrating me,
hurting me."  He didn't know why he'd said that, or why he wanted it, but
the idea of having the eighteen-year-old's long, hard cock forcing its way
into his body turned him on, and the pain of having his sphincter stretched
by the swollen cockhead was an added turn on.  He continued to force his
body down, grasping Greg's stiff cock by the knob and ever so slowly easing
his fingers down as they were replaced by his rectum.  It hurt, but that
was part of the pleasure of being penetrated, and he was experienced.  It
was not as if his ass had never been penetrated before.
     It was causing Greg more pain than Aaron, and the older boy gritted
his teeth and tensed as he felt Aaron's sphincter slowly stretching open
and his knob slowly penetrating his asshole.  And then it popped inside and
the pain was gone, replaced instead by a hot moistness and almost an
emptiness, Aaron's rectum easily stretching to accommodate his
blood-engorged knob.  Aaron slowly lowered his body further and Greg's cock
sank up his rectum until he could feel Greg's coarse, curly hairs against
his butt.  Both boys were panting with exertion by then and he paused to
catch his breath.
     He then began to slowly ride Greg's cock, flexing his thigh muscles
which raised his body and at the same time tightened his sphincter, and
then relaxing his muscles which allowed his body to sink back down and his
sphincter to open.  He had strong leg muscles and he easily raised and
lowered his body, riding up and down Greg's hot, throbbing bone, delighting
in feeling it penetrating his body and then easing out, delighting in
riding his cock horse and being able to look down in his face as he did so.
Greg's eyes were half closed with that unique pleasure only the male can
know, and his moist lips were parted as he slowly inhaled and exhaled.  His
broad, firm chest slowly rose and fell with his breath, and as Aaron
speeded up his motions and he grew nearer his climax his chest rose and
fell that much more quickly.
     Greg could no more control his breathing than he could control the
pulsating pleasure between his legs.  The pain was gone and in its place
was a hot, throbbing pulse.  Having never had sex with a girl, he could
only imagine that having his stiff, aching cock up Aaron's hot, moist
rectum was like having it up a girl's cunt.  It certainly felt as pleasant
as he'd imagined it would having it up a cunt, and while that disturbed
him, he also had to admit that it was a great feeling.  Aaron, clad in only
his T-shirt and socks, was evidently feeling no pain either from the look
of joy on his face and the way his brown eyes were shining down at him.  As
he bounced up and down, riding his cock, his fine, flaxen hair bounced too,
bobbing about his ears and sweeping across his face and in his eyes.
     He too was approaching his orgasm, the result of having his prostate
massaged by Greg's long cock and the eroticism of looking down at the
handsome, dark-haired teen whose cock was up his ass.  With each plunge of
Greg's cock up his rectum the closer he felt himself coming, and he
strained to hold back, wanting to wait until he felt Greg filling his ass
with his cum.  From the way Greg was breathing and from the look on his
face, he suspected that would not be long.  He was right, and with a
whimper of sweet pain and a tensing of his body, Greg shot out his load,
his thick teen cum spurting up Aaron's hot, moist asshole.  As soon as he
felt the first spurt Aaron sank down on Greg's body, and sitting there in
Greg's lap with his stiff, throbbing cock anchoring his body and filling
his ass with cum, he quivered with his own climax.  His cum raced up the
core of his cock and spurted out the burning tip, arching through the air
to spray Greg's face and lace his heaving, muscular chest.  Rope after rope
erupted, leaving streamers across the surprised teen's cheeks and lips and
across his chest.  It had been hot riding the muscular, handsome teen's
cock, but spraying his body made it all the hotter and it seemed like he
was never going to stop shooting.  Nor did it seem like Greg was going to
stop, his cock throbbing and jerking deep up his ass as spurt after spurt
shot up his rectum.
     They did finally stop though, and Aaron finally raised his body and
rolled off Greg.  Laying there beside him, he stuck out his tongue and
licked a streamer of his cum off Greg's cheek.  Savouring the delightful,
creamy goo from his nuts, he licked up another, and then scooping up a
third with his middle and index fingers, he offered the treat to Greg, who
despite his aversion, could not very well refuse.  The thick, sticky paste
stuck to his tongue and the roof of his mouth as he tried to swallow it,
and before he could, Aaron was offering him still another streamer of his
creamy goo.  And so between licking his cum from Chris's body and scooping
it up for him to eat, Aaron slowly cleaned Greg up.
     "Oh maaannn, that was so fucking awesome," Aaron sighed.  "Totally
wicked."
     "Totally," agreed Greg.  He was far from as enthusiastic.  He had just
engaged in gay sex again.  He'd just had his cock up another guy's ass, and
the guy had sprayed him with his stuff and then eaten it and fed it to him.
Still, he had to admit it had been hot, and getting off his nuts by having
someone riding his cock had not been that unpleasant.  However, it was fag
sex, and that fact he could not ignore.
     The two boys lay there for a long time.  Aaron finally raised his head
and glanced at the hotel clock on the night stand. "We still got fifty
minutes before I have to go," he announced, reaching down and slipping his
fingers about Greg's limp cock.
     "Hmmm," replied Greg, who having been lying there feeling guilty and
dirty was unable to greet the news with enthusiasm and considered himself
lucky to have managed an uncommitted response.  God, not a second time.
His skin crawled.  As Aaron slowly began to caress his limp cock he wished
he could find some way out of the situation, but he could not.  Feeling
obligated to do the same to Aaron, he slowly reached over and slipping his
fingers about the younger boy's limp sausage, he slowly drew back his
foreskin.  Gooseflesh formed on his arm.  God, he was such a wimp, and such
a fag.  Why couldn't he just tell Aaron no?  Aaron released his cock and
brought his fingers to his nose and inhaled deeply.
     "Hmmm, I love the smell of your cock," he sighed.  He rubbed his
fingers over his cheek.  "I want you to rub your cock on me."
     "Huh?"
     "I want you to rub your cock on me, all over me, my face, my body, my
feet.  All over."  Aaron quickly pulled off his T-shirt and his socks and
eagerly twisted around so he was laying in the opposite direction of Greg
again, but this time with his head at his dick instead of his feet.
Picking his limp cock up, he rubbed his downy, as of yet unshaven cheek
along it.  He rubbed it with his nose and his forehead and with his lips,
savouring the taste of it and causing it to begin to swell.  He rubbed his
ears against it and holding it by the base, he rubbed it behind his ears,
proclaiming jokingly that he'd never wash behind his ears again so they
would forever smell of his dick.  He snuggled further down and rubbed his
neck with it, as if painting his neck with a thick, fleshy brush.  He
snuggled still further down and gyrated his upper torso, rubbing his
smooth, hairless chest over the warm, rubbery tube.  His skin was warm and
damp with sweat from their earlier sex and as he brushed his chest against
the sensitive organ the touch of his skin and the thought of what he was
doing caused it to continue swelling.  Leaning over Greg's prostrate body,
he tucked the soft hose in his right arm pit and then the left, and the
warmth and dampness of his pit and the caress of his silky, damp pit hairs
caused Greg's cock to swell to full length.
     He continued moving down, rubbing the now erect dick against his flat
stomach, again as if painting it with a brush.  He rolled over and painted
his buttocks, jokingly asking Greg's cock if it remembered where it had
recently been as he ran the knob along his oily ass crack.  He stroked the
shaft along the back of his thighs, the hollow behind his knee, and the
back of his finely haired shins.  Greg had not really noticed how hairy the
fifteen-year-old's shins were, his hair being the lightest blond and fine
as the silk from a spider web.  He rolled over again and ran the stiff, now
fully sensitized and tingling dickhead over his toes and up along the
inside of his foot, back up his hairy shins and along the inside of his
sensitive thighs, up to his crotch.  His own organ was stiff and throbbing
with arousal by then and he snuggled up to Greg and rubbed the
eighteen-year-old's cock against his, saying that now his cock would smell
like Greg's.
     Both boys were close to climax by then, and he twisted around once
again and went down on Greg, hungrily slipping his smooth, moist lips over
the knob and down the shaft, taking all six and a quarter inches into his
mouth and the back of his throat.  He sucked deeply on the fleshy tube in
his mouth and began to slip his lips up and down the shaft, raising his
lips to Greg's bulb like, circumcised knob and then slipping them back down
to the hairy base.  Greg's cock throbbed and ached and the heat and
moisture of Aaron's mouth quickly brought him to his peak and he groaned
that he was about to come.  Aaron immediately slid his lips up to just
below his bulb and clamped down on it, cutting off his desire.  He remained
like that for the longest time to ensure he'd killed the urge before
resuming his blow job.
     Feeling he had to be reciprocating, Greg cautiously opened his mouth
and slipped it over Aaron's fat, stiff cock.  Although almost three years
younger than he was, Aaron's cock was thicker and a good quarter of an inch
longer.  He clamped his lips shut and concentrated on his breathing.  He
had a boy's fat dickhead in his mouth.  It was repulsive and disgusting,
not because of the taste, having discovered that a boy's cock really tasted
no different from a guy's thumb or any other part of his body, but because
it was an organ of excretion, and because it was the same organ as he had,
and it was an act every straight guy in the world told other guys to do as
an insult.  He was doing what he was totally opposed to doing, what he'd
been brought up to believe was sinful and filthy.  He was straight, but he
was rock hard and about to get off a second time that afternoon with a guy,
the first time up his ass, and now in his mouth.  How could that be?
     And then he was coming, shooting his load once again.  His cock burned
and throbbed and his head spun with that unique pleasure, and he trembled
and snorted through his nose as wave after wave of pleasure swept through
his groin.  And then Aaron was coming also, filling his mouth with his
thick, creamy load.  He immediately began to swallow, gulping down the
thick, warm cream like he was some horny faggot as he felt Aaron's lips
tighten about his own throbbing cock and begin to suck out the cum still up
the core of his shaft.  Aaron came as copiously as he had the first time,
and his warm, sticky cum burst out of the corners of Greg's mouth and
flowed down and around his chin.  The eighteen-year-old lay there, his
chest deeply rising and falling as he sucked on Aaron's perverse
fountainhead, sucking out his juice and swallowing it as Aaron did the same
to him.  How could this be happening to him?  He asked himself the question
over and over as he sucked on Aaron's cock and felt the tug of Aaron's
suction on his, as he struggled with his feelings of pleasure and his
feelings of guilt.
     At long last Aaron sat up and smiled down at him, his lips glistening
with his cum.  He reached down and wiped up the streamers that had trickled
from the corners of Greg's mouth and fed him the sticky goo.  Aaron's body
was flushed and damp with sweat from the hot, stuffy hotel room and their
hot session of unabashed sex.  To be honest, he'd begun the day in a pissed
off mood.  This was the day Chris Trousdale had been slated to open for
him, the first of at least four and maybe six.  He'd been looking forward
to that. Chris was one hot stud and he'd been looking forward with
anticipation of some hot cock fun with him.  When he'd learned his mother
had booted him off the tour he'd been totally pissed with her.  From the
hot sex he'd just had however, it looked like he wasn't going to be missing
Chris at all on this tour.  He smiled and inhaled deeply as he rose to his
feet and looked about for his clothes.
     "I think my sweat has set the smell of your dick into my skin," he
said with a grin.  "I'm not going to shower, nor have anything to eat or
drink.  I want to go on stage tonight smelling like your dick and with the
taste of it on my lips as I sing."
     Greg lay there on the bed for the longest time, looking at the closed
door and wondering if Aaron had been serious about not showering and
eating, and what he smelled like and if he should shower before the
performance, and what Aaron had in mind when he'd suggested they get
together again after the performance as he'd headed out the door.  He
wondered if taking Chris Trousdale's place on this tour was going to be
worth the price he was going to have to pay.
     Performing at Chicago's famous House of Blues was awesome, and there
was a huge crowd, the line having begun before two that afternoon and the
doors not opening until six for the seven o'clock performance.  Greg was
close to one of the first opening acts, right after Jamie Lynn, and he was
pleasantly surprised by the volume and duration of the screams though it
was difficult to concentrate on the words of his songs and keep the tune
with all the screaming, and at times he had to wonder if anyone could
actually hear what he was saying.  With the bright stage lights it was
difficult to see the audience, but from those he could see they were packed
in like sardines and pushing and shoving each other, and he did manage to
spot a couple large "I Love You Greg" signs, though one was carried by a
woman who looked older than his mother.  He had to assume the girl in front
of her was her daughter and she was holding it for her.  He certainly hoped
it was.  Anyway, it was great performing before an audience like that, and
he wondered what Jane Carter thought of the crowd's response to him.  Well,
he'd let her and Aaron worry about that, he was enjoying himself.  So was
Maryann Raposo.
     Then Aaron came out and from the reaction of the crowd there was no
doubt who the main attraction was.  He was singing hits from many of the
famous singers of the past, singers who had inspired him according to the
promo ads but he suspected they were songs and artists who he and his
mother figured would best draw a crowd.  He did a fair rendition of Elvis's
song, but Greg wasn't sure wearing a copy of Elvis's white, jewelled suit
that he wore in the latter part of his career was a good idea.  That was
sort of like sacrilege.  Elvis had been one of his major inspirations right
from the beginning of his career and he loved to sing Elvis's songs
himself.  Actually, his performances had caught the attention of Priscilla
Presley because his performances were so complementary to Elvis's music
without him impersonating him, and Priscilla had invited him to be the only
child performer in the celebration honouring the twentieth anniversary of
Elvis's death.  So, he had to admit being a bit envious of Aaron performing
one of Elvis's hits and dressed like him while he'd been strictly forbidden
to sing anything other than his own songs on this tour.
     Anyway, Aaron did sing selections from many others, Sammy Davis
Junior, the Beatles, the Monkees, the Bee Gees, and Michael Jackson, and he
wore costumes they were associated with also.  When he stepped forward to
perform as Aaron took a break and they passed each other, Aaron grinned and
inhaled sharply, and as Greg inhaled he wondered if Aaron really did smell
like his dick, or if it was his imagination.  And then the girls were
screaming and he turned his attention to his performance.  He had been
right about it going to be hot on stage, and by the time he was done sweat
was trickling down the centre of his chest and down his sides and his open,
sleeveless shirt was sticking to his back.  Later when Aaron performed
again he mopped the sweat from his forehead, and then being the showman he
was, he slipped the towel under his shirt and wiped his chest before
throwing the towel out into the crowd, as if the sweat from his chest was
any different from his brow.  The girls all went wild each time he threw
out a towel, and Greg was sure a fight was going to break out as the girls
all grabbed for the sweaty towels.  He wondered if the towels smelled of
his dick.
     He also had to wonder if it was just coincidence that Aaron was
looking at him when he sang "Baby It's You" and if the impish look in his
eyes when he glanced over at him as he sang "Bounce" and "My First Ride"
was his imagination.  When he sang one of his own signature songs, "I Want
Candy," he was looking right at him and he had to be thinking of the Jolly
Roger lollipops in his room and what they had done.  Or maybe he was
thinking of something else he'd sucked just as eagerly.  Well, he'd done as
his mother had asked of him.  He'd gotten to know Aaron, and Aaron had
gotten to know him.
     "It okay if I visit with Greg for a while?" Aaron asked as the troupe
of them entered their hotel after the performance.
     "That will be fine," his mother responded.
     Jane Carter knew the boys would be wound up tight after the
performance and it would be a while before they were ready for bed.
Besides, she was glad he'd chosen Greg to spend some time with instead of
Brandon. She'd noticed he and Brandon had been spending a lot of time
together, and considering how different the two boys were, there was only
one reason she could think of for Brandon spending that much time with her
son.  Having no such designs, Brandon had paid no attention to the
conversation, and as for Maryann Raposo, she was delighted to see Greg had
not only followed her advice, but had been successful in engaging Aaron for
more than just the afternoon.  As Greg entered his room and flicked on the
lights, he wondered what his mother and Aaron's mother would think if they
only knew how they'd spent the afternoon, and how they were going to be
spending the night.
     "It was a great performance tonight," Greg observed.
     "Oh yeah, one of the best.  You were really hot."
     "So were you," Greg replied, wondering in what sense Aaron had meant
his complement, if he was referring to his performing, or his appearance,
and leaving the choice open to Aaron's interpretation for his own comment.
     "Must have been the pumping up this afternoon," Aaron said with a
grin.
     "Could be," Greg agreed uncomfortably, not knowing what else to say.
     "Well, that was just the appetizer," Aaron observed as he pulled his
T-shirt off over his head.  "Let's get naked and sweaty."
     "Don't you want something to drink first, or a snack or something?"
     "Later," Aaron replied, unbuckling his belt and pulling down his fly.
     "You're like that bunny on the battery commercial, always going."
     "Unh-unh," Aaron replied, shaking his head as he unbuttoned the top of
his trousers and began pushing them down.  "Always coming you mean," he
said with a smile.
     Greg's smile was weak as he began to unbutton his shirt. By the time
he'd removed it Aaron was already naked and sitting on the bed watching
him.  He self-consciously pulled down his fly and unbuckled his belt, aware
that Aaron was watching his every move.  He did have a good body, trim,
muscular and smooth and Aaron made no attempt to hide his look of
admiration, the same look a thousand girl fans had had watching Greg
perform that evening.  Waiting until Greg was naked, Aaron took the pillows
from his bed and piled them up and then lay down on his back, his hips
raised on the pillows.  Aaron looked up at the older boy, at his solid pecs
and his six-pack abs, at his muscular biceps and his dark Italian looks,
and down at his long, cut cock and pendulous balls.
     "Fuck me."
     Greg looked down at the young teen, at his eager eyes and seductive
smile, at his smooth, youthful chest, the muscles just starting to define,
at his flat stomach, at his strong, widespread thighs, and at his smooth
white ass raised on the pillows.  To his dismay, he felt a stirring of
arousal between his legs.  He was straight damn it!  But he was young and
healthy and a guy, and despite having come twice that afternoon, was horny.
He slowly dropped to his knees between Aaron's outspread legs.
     "Suck me first," Aaron said.  It was a plea, not an order nor a
suggestion.
     Greg bent forward and slipping his fingers about the base of Aaron's
limp sausage he held it up perpendicular to his body.  He slipped his lips
over the soft, pink tube of flesh and sucked on it gently.  It began to
swell in his mouth.  He ran his tongue over the exposed knob, Aaron's
foreskin having slid down the shaft. His drool basted over the limp sausage
and he sucked the dick-flavoured saliva back into his mouth and swallowed
it.  Aaron's cock continued growing in his mouth, causing his own to begin
to swell.  As he ran his tongue over the sensitive rim of Aaron's
mushroom-shaped glans Aaron quivered with the arousal, and knowing the
pleasure the fifteen-year-old was feeling, Greg's own cock itched with
desire.  He slowly bobbed his head, slipping his lips up and down Aaron's
shaft, the fifteen-year-old's dick still soft but quickly stiffening.  His
own cock was growing stiff too, just from his actions.  That he was boning
up from sucking Aaron's cock could only mean one thing.  But he was
straight!  He wanted to scream that, but the main part of his brain
concentrated on his growing erection, and the more it concentrated on it,
the faster it grew.
     "Oh fuck yeah, that feels great," Aaron groaned as Greg ran his tongue
over his exposed knob.
     That was what this was all about, pleasing each other. There was
nothing wrong with one guy pleasing another, not good friends. They were
fellow performers.  Aaron was soon erect.
     "Oh yes," he groaned.  "Now fuck me."
     Greg was stiff by then also.  Slipping his mouth off Aaron's erect
cock, he straightened up and shuffled forward.  Reaching down and guiding
his cock, he placed the tip against Aaron's eager hole and Aaron
immediately pushed out to open up his portal.  For the second time that day
Greg's bulb pressed against Aaron's sphincter, slowly stretching it apart.
For the second time that day Greg gritted his teeth as his thick cockhead
stretched open Aaron's butthole without the help of lube.  For the second
time that day the eighteen-year-old endured the pain of penetrating Aaron's
hot, tight ass, and for the second time that day he felt his knob stretch
open the resisting ring and pop inside, this time however by his actions
rather than by Aaron's.
     Ever so slowly he sank his irritated knob up Aaron's hole, once again
shoving his cock up his ass until his coarse hairs were pressing against
Aaron's smooth, white backside.  He paused there to enjoy the pleasure of
having his stiff, aching member surrounded by hot, moist, pulsating flesh.
And then he slowly began to withdraw, easing his cock back out until his
knob reached Aaron's sphincter and then reversing the motion, driving his
hot, throbbing pole deep up the young singer's ass.  To and fro he worked
his hips, easing his stiff, throbbing cock in and out of Aaron's hot, moist
hole.  In and out of the pulsating channel his cock slid, the knob burning
with irritation and his shaft throbbing with his hot, passionate blood.
     Aaron smiled up at him with that seductive smile that turned on
preteen and teenage girls, and their mothers.  Greg wondered if those
mothers and girls would be so eager to see him perform if they knew their
hot cuttie was really a faggot in hiding, a boy who preferred other boys
over girls.  He wondered if they would still come out to watch him perform
if they knew he had sex with guys.  He thrust his hips to and fro with a
mix of emotions, on the one side unable to resist enjoying the pulsating
pleasure throbbing between his legs and the pleasant burning of his knob,
and on the other side ever aware that the pleasure he was feeling was the
result of having sex with a guy.  Again as Aaron groaned and stretched his
head back, he reminded himself that he was not the only one feeling
pleasure, and that the pleasure Aaron was feeling was the result of his
doing.  Again he reminded himself that there was nothing wrong with
bringing another person pleasure, nor himself for that matter.
     Aaron had no conflicting thoughts as jolt after jolt of stimulation
shot through his groin each time Greg's knob brushed his prostate and he
would have heartily agreed that there was nothing wrong with seeking
pleasure or bringing pleasure to others.  That was what sex was all about,
and that he'd sworn would be his goal on this tour, to enjoy himself to the
fullest.  As he approached his climax Aaron worked his sphincter in time
with Greg's thrusts and retreats.  It was hot, and it was hot in the room.
His body was flushed and he felt the sweat trickling down his sides and
collecting in his arm pits.  He loved sweat.  He loved hot, sweaty sex.
Hell, he loved sex no matter what.  He stretched back his head and
concentrated on the burning pleasure as Greg pumped his ass and on the
building tension in his loins announcing the eminent approach of his
climax.
     They were both hot and eager and made no attempt to prolong their act.
Greg inhaled sharply as he felt the twang deep in his groin and then he was
shooting his thick, sperm-laden cum up Aaron's tight, pulsating hole, and
at the same time Aaron erupted, this time spraying his own body with his
streamers of sticky white cum.  Aaron tightened the grasp of his sphincter
about Greg's throbbing, spurting bone as he came, and he groaned and gasped
with pure delight as he felt Greg's shooting his load up his ass and as his
cock jerked and throbbed as it spurted out his own cum.  Wrapping his arms
tightly about Greg, Aaron drew his body down against his, pressing his
firm, smooth pecs against his cum laced chest.  He found his lips and they
kissed feverishly, their stiff cocks still oozing out their cum, Greg's up
his flooded ass and his own trapped between their perspiring bodies.  It
had been awesome and the night was still young, and so were they.