Date: Sun, 07 Apr 2002 10:34:03 -0600
From: Dream Spinner <authorsix@hotmail.com>
Subject: "Aaron and the A-Teens" (t/t, celeb)

Caution/Welcome.  The following is a gay fantasy about thirteen-year-old
Aaron Carter while on his 2001 summer American tour with his sister and
Sweden's A-teens.  This story does not reflect nor imply the real sexuality
of this hot young singer nor the members of the A-teens.  It is the ninth
of stand alone stories in a series of Aaron Carter and Friends fanfic gay
fantasies and follows the story "Aaron and Bow Wow: Give the Dogg a Bone".
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.  Lyrics are copyright of the A-teens/Stockholm Records.
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, story suggestions and photos of Aaron
getting it on with the A-teens can be sent to the author J. O. Dickingson
at authorsix@hotmail.com

			   AARON AND THE A-TEENS

  It had a gruelling schedule, nine performances in nine different cities
in thirteen days, and everyone was in a bitchy mood.  It was not so much
the travelling from state to state and staying in a different hotel room
every night, or the tedium of practising, or even the stress of performing,
that had everyone wound up tight, though it all contributed to their state
of mind.  The biggest problem was being together for so long with so little
privacy.  Even though they were all seasoned performers despite their young
age, and even though they all were focussed on singing and performing as a
career and enjoyed what they were doing more than anything else, it was not
easy being in each other's face day in and day out.  They travelled
together, they practised and performed together, they ate together, they
hung together on their days off, and they slept together.  That is Aaron
and his mother and sister slept in one room, Marie and Sara, the female
half of the A-teens, in the second, and Amit and Dhani, the male half, in
the third.  They had a lot of fun performing and getting in some
sightseeing between performances, and later they would say the tour was one
of the highlights of their lives, but at the moment they could not help
becoming snappy and irritable, and especially when they were tired.
  "Can't you do something about your halter top?" Marie asked as the six
performers, the four A-teens, Aaron, and his sister Leslie, waited
backstage while Aaron's mother stepped outside to see what the delay was in
picking them up to take them back to their hotel.
  "Like what?" asked Sara.
  "Like tighten it or something," Marie suggested.
  "Why?"
  "Why?  So when we're performing you're not flashing your munkar at some
fan to catch his attention.  You know how distracting that was?"
  "Flashing my munkar?  I can't help it if my top slipped."
  "Maybe you need bigger boobs to hold it up like Marie," suggested Amit
jokingly.
  "You saying Marie has bigger breasts than I do?"
  "Well. . . ."
  "What are you doing comparing our breasts?  Is that what you and Dhani
talk about at night?"
  "Hey leave me out of this," objected Dhani.
  "Well you're in this.  What do you two find to talk about half the
night?"
  "What business is it of yours?"
  "It's our business when we can hear you in the next room."
  "Well maybe you should stop prying into our conversations."
  "Prying, we don't need to pry with your loud voices."
  "Loud voices?  Excuse the French, but that's shit," responded Amit.
  "Anyway, it's just my bra that showed," responded Sara.
  "Aren't you embarrassed about that?"
  "Of course I am.  But it's not as bad as Aaron flashing his diaper.  Now
that has to be embarrassing."
  "Not as embarrassing as broadcasting himself pissing in a pee pot,"
observed Dhani, recalling the incident in Kansas City and unsuccessfully
stifling a chuckle.
  "You don't have to remind me," Aaron observed.  "And it wasn't that
funny.
  I felt like dying."
  "How much longer you going to have to wear diapers anyway?" asked Marie.
"I thought your infection was over."
  "Why, you want to diaper him?" asked Sara.
  "Very funny."
  "Hey you don't have to fight over me.  You could take turns diapering
me," suggested Aaron suggestively with a leer.
  The thought caused a twinge in his piss-soaked cum-sprayed Depend
undergarment.  Although he had sworn after his performance in Erie that he
was not going to wear diapers again, desire won over guilt and he'd not
only worn them again that night, but had drunk repeatedly all day to be
sure he'd wet them.  Despite his earlier oath, he liked the warm feeling
that flooded over him when he wet his diaper, and it was a rush pissing
himself while performing and jerking off into his diaper on stage in front
of a thousand screaming, cheering, clapping fans.  That had really been a
rush, jerking off, not just because he was secretly doing it before
thousands of screaming fans, but also because getting himself aroused and
his nuts off in time to his singing and the music was awesome.  It was so
much better than beating it off sitting on the toilet back in the hotel
room.  That was why he'd yielded to temptation and done it that night.
  That, and all the attention that his mother was giving Nick now that they
were back in Florida, pampering him and babying him and giving in to his
every want and need, as if he was a baby.  He'd show them both what being a
baby was all about.
  "In your dreams little boy," retorted Marie, interrupting Aaron's
thoughts.
  "If they took your diapers off you wouldn't know what to do anyway,"
teased Amit.
  "Oh yeah, you wanna bet?" Aaron retorted.
  "Well, it doesn't matter, because I certainly wouldn't be doing
anything," observed Marie, looking at Sara accusingly.
  "Don't look at me.  I'm no cradle robber."
  "Cradle robber?" Aaron responded indignantly.
  "Com'on Aaron, you're four years younger than us," observed Marie.
  "And you smell like a baby with all that powder anyway."
  "And the other half the time you smell like a baby, if you know what I
mean," commented Marie, wrinkling up her nose.
  "Oh yeah, I'll be glad when you get over this infection and we don't have
to put up with that stink."
  "Yeah?  Well what stinks is your performance tonight."
  "Aaron?" responded his mother as she stepped into the backstage loading
dock where they were waiting for their ride back to their Miami hotel.
"What sort of comment is that?  Now you apologize."
  "I will when they will for all their comments."
  "Who, and what comments?"
  "All of them," Aaron responded, glaring at the four older youths, who
immediately glanced at the floor guiltily.
  At that point their van arrived to take them back to the hotel, ending
the conversation.  The girls made a point of getting in the front, and
holding their noses when Aaron got in.  Well, fuck them.  They stunk too,
of sweat and of girl smell.  He felt like asking them if they were having
their period, and he probably would have had his mother not been there.
When they returned to the hotel, Aaron headed for the bathroom to change
out of his wet diaper and his sister raised a fuss about why she always had
to wait, and that the bathroom smelled like urine after he used it.  Aaron
angrily told her to go ahead if she had to go so bad.
  It had been petty stuff that had set them off while they'd been waiting
for their ride, and that he and his sister were arguing about, but they
were all tired.  The next day, July 23, they were travelling to Orlando for
their third Florida performance after which they were taking a three-day
break.  The A-teens were planning on using their break to go touring the
Everglades and the Kennedy Space Centre and of course to take in Disney
World.  Living in Florida part time, Aaron and his family were planning on
spending some time with his older brother Nick and visiting old friends.
  When they hit the road again on the twenty-seventh, they were rested and
all in a much better frame of mind.  At least the A-teens, Leslie, and Jane
Carter were.  Aaron, actually, was a jumble of emotions.  He'd finally told
his mother that his kidney infection had cleared up, a week- and-a-half
after it really had, which meant that he no longer needed to wear diapers,
though his mother had insisted on bringing them along just in case.  On the
one hand he wasn't going to miss the worry of not only being found out to
be wearing diapers, but also the fact that he wet himself, and he certainly
was not going to miss the looks of disgust on the faces of the A-teens,
especially Marie and Sara.  On the other hand, he was going to miss the
rush of wetting himself and jerking off on stage.
  As they resumed the tour, Aaron concluded that his real problem was that
after the hot sex sessions he'd had with Justin Berfield and with David
Gallagher and Shad Moss, he was subconsciously missing having sex with
another guy.  That was why jerking off on stage was such a rush, it was the
closest he could come to having sex with another person.  He knew a lot of
guys his age were feeling exactly the same way, aching to get off with
another person but having to satisfy that urge with their hand.  That was
the other problem.  Most guys his age were randy as fuck and dreaming of
making it with some stacked broad.  He was thinking of Justin and David and
now Shad.  Not only was he a diaper boy and piss lover, but he was a faggot
besides.  Oh he thought about girls, and had fantasies about them, but the
feeling just was not the same as when he thought about guys.
  Having analysed his situation during the brief three-day break, Aaron
decided the lack of feeling when he thought about girls was because believe
it or not he'd never actively pursued a woman, though there were certainly
thousands of female fans pursuing him.  So, the thirteen-year- old singer
had decided to do something about it.  Being under instructions from his
mother to be particularly nice after his comments after the Miami
performance, Aaron decided to hit on Marie Serneholt.
  She was the oldest of the A-teens, having turned eighteen on July 11, the
day they had performed in Indianapolis.  Although over four years older
than he was and at five-foot-seven eight inches taller than he was, Aaron
was not daunted.  In fact her age and height made her even more desirable,
and the more he thought about it the sexier she became.  He also loved her
sexy Swedish accent when she spoke English.  So, he did what any
thirteen-year-old red-blooded American boy would do, he hit on her.  When
he sang during practice, if she was anywhere nearby, he sang to her.  When
he danced, he ran his hands along his thighs and thrust his hips out toward
her, giving her every opportunity to see that he had boned up.  He
complemented her on her singing, and on her moves.  When they had a break,
he brought her coffee and cookies and cream flavored ice-cream, which he
knew was her favorite.  He commented on how beautiful her long blond hair
was regardless if it was done up in a pony tail or hanging loosely over
shoulders and down her front, his favorite style.
  She responded by thanking him, and complementing his singing or his dance
routine, and she always had a smile when he looked her way.  She did not,
however, give him any physical signs that she was attracted to him, like
stroking her thighs and fluttering her eyelashes like he'd read women do
when they are hot for a guy.  She did not invite him along when during a
break she and Sara or she and one of the guys would head off to explore the
town they were in.  He knew that despite her apology for her comments back
in Ohio, it was an age thing.  She still considered him a child.  That
could be the only logical reason when thousands of female fans would have
given anything to have him treat them as he'd treated her.
  When he hadn't gotten anywhere with Marie, Aaron had considered Sara.
Being slightly more than two months away from her seventeenth birthday, she
was the youngest of the four members of the A-teens and at least a bit
closer to his age.  She was good looking too, though Amit was right about
her tits not being as big as Marie's.  Aaron's sense of loyalty prevented
him from trying to hit on her at the same time as Marie however, figuring
that he should pick one or the other.
  That did not prevent him from turning his charm on Nonny Price, his
choreographer.  She was older yet and treated him like a kid brother, when
she wasn't treating him like a student, but she had the sexiest body of
them all, and when he was busy rehearsing with her Marie normally was not
around and so would not know he was hot for both of them.  Also, with
Nonny, he could accidently brush a hand or his crotch against her thigh or
her backside, and he could pretend to be tired and lean on her and get a
great glimpse down her blouse.  He could also think up a great boner and
during their dance routines give her every opportunity he could to not just
see it tenting out his pants but to touch it.  Sadly, despite all his
efforts, she continued to treat him like a kid brother, and when they were
rehearsing, like a student.
  Anyway, everyone's good humour lasted for about a week, but with
twenty-two more performances in the next thirty-one days left on their
tour, it did not take long for tensions to develop again.  There were minor
flare-ups of temper, culminating in a major exchange of insults after their
performance in Charlotte North Carolina.  Dhani had ripped his pants and
when the others jokingly teased him and told him he shouldn't wear such
tight pants to show off his assets, with the emphasis on ass, he didn't see
the humour and retorted that Marie had a much bigger ass than he did, which
was true, and of course which she objected to.
  When Aaron hinted that maybe the tight pants were to show off something
else, something the horny thirteen-year-old had noticed on numerous
occasions and mentioned now in the hope that perhaps if he couldn't mess
around with one of the girls, he might check out a bit of Swedish sex with
Dhani.  The six-foot-one blond Swede had to have a humongous cock.  Instead
of picking up on the hint or at least feeling complemented, Dhani retorted
that when it came to showing off "something" Aaron had no room to talk
considering the way he kept grabbing his crotch.  Aaron, turning a bright
red, retorted that he did no such thing, and that besides, grabbing your
crotch worked for Michael Jackson, knowing that Amit, Dhani, and Sara had
all said they'd love to meet Michael Jackson and Amit and Dhani had said he
was one of the biggest musical influences in their lives.  They all
objected violently to that comment, claiming that Michael's reputation for
grabbing himself was greatly overrated and that he'd explained in an
interview that it was nothing more than an innocent move in his dance
routine, and accusing Aaron of trying to copy him.
  That lead to Sara musing if Aaron was trying to seduce Marie, or one of
the boys, causing Aaron to turn an even brighter red and to tell all four
of them he wouldn't want to make out with any of them if they were the last
people on earth.  Once again comments were made regarding his age and
things could have gotten nastier had Aaron's mother not walked in at that
time.
  By the time they got back to their hotel room Aaron had calmed down.
Knowing how important this tour was to everyone and how hard his mother had
worked to organize it, and not wanting bad feelings to spoil everything, he
decided he'd better go apologize.  Finding the door to the girls' room
ajar, he was about to knock when he heard his name being mentioned.
  "Aaron really has been flirting with you," Sara observed.
  "I know it," replied Marie.  "The little shit is forever thrusting his
hips at me and flashing me that cutesy smile."
  "Isn't puppy love wonderful?" giggled Sara.
  "Puppy love?  From the way he's been acting it's more like he wants to
rut with Marie in the street like a couple dogs," observed Dhani.
  "Yeah, he's got it bad for you girl," agreed Amit.
  "He's only thirteen," Marie snorted, like being thirteen was a
disfigurement.
  'Thirteen-and-eight-months,' Aaron wanted to say, 'almost.'
  "Now, if it was his big brother Nick on the other hand," laughed Amit,
knowing Marie had once stated in an interview the Backstreet Boys was the
group she'd most like to meet.
  "Maybe if you're extra nice to Aaron he'll introduce you to his big
brother," added Sara.
  "Yeah, bet you could.  The way he's been eyeing up your breasts I bet if
you let him cop a feel he'd do anything for you, and I don't mean bring you
ice cream and coffee."
  "Just imagine how he'd wait on you if you were the one to take his
cherry."
  "In his dreams," snorted Marie.
  Aaron stormed back to his room.  In his dreams?  In his dreams she'd be
spread out naked and gang banged by every guy he could find in Charlotte.
He'd sit on her face and piss up her cunt and . . .  and . . .  and stuff
cherries up her nose and then feed them to her.  That's the only way she'd
ever take his cherry.  Aaron glared across the room, wishing he had X-ray
eyes that could penetrate through the wall and strike the cunt in the
adjoining room dead.  The Swedish bitch would pay.
  The next day as they were setting up at the River Amphitheater in
Virginia Beach, Aaron tripped over one of the electric cables on the stage
and cursing under his breath went storming into the wings where he bumped
into one of the dancers, Charles Klapow, hired to perform for the A-teens
on the tour.
  "Hey, having a bad day?" Charles asked.
  "Yeah, sorry," Aaron responded.  "Actually a bad night," he added on
impulse.
  "Yeah?  I have those."
  "Actually it's that bitch Marie."
  "Marie?"
  "Marie Serneholt."
  "Yeah?"
  "She's mad because I dumped her."
  "Dumped her?"
  "I mean, just because we've had sex a couple times doesn't mean she owns
me."
  "Oh, yeah.  Women can be like that."
  "Anyway, sorry I bumped into you."
  "Oh, that's all right," Charles replied.
  As the thirteen-year-old turned and headed back on stage, the American
dancer wondered if what he'd just heard was the usual pop star backstabbing
or if it was for real.  There was a lot of professional jealousy when stars
perform together, and the idea of a thirteen-year-old kiddie star making
out with an eighteen-year-old Swedish blond bombshell was a bit of a
stretch to say the least.  On the other hand, the kid was precocious and
had toured across Europe with the Backstreet Boys, who were known to have
some wild times, especially A.J.  McLean.  There was also no secret that
there was tension between the stars of the tour, and this could be the
reason.  Aaron smiled to himself.  He knew how the theater gossip mill
worked.
  Two days later, August 6, they flew to Bethlehem PA to take a three-day
break before performing at the Bethlehem Music Fest, and Aaron had once
again calmed down.  The ten-day festival had started on the third, and they
took in the afternoon and evening performances that first day they arrived.
The following morning they relaxed in the hotel pool, the temperature
already climbing with the projection of another sweltering day.  That
afternoon and evening they took in the performances by Chicago and Galactic
and took it easy.  The following afternoon Aaron's mother and sister headed
off to visit the Moravian Museum and to catch a bit of the Flamenco Dancers
outdoor show while Sara and Marie headed off to the City Sculpture Garden
and Japanese Tea House and Dhani and Amit took the Burnside Plantation
tour.
  Aaron opted to just hang around the hotel and rest up.
  After a dip in the pool and then checking out the hotel's arcade and
shops, Aaron was feeling mischievous, and with everyone relaxed and in a
good mood he figured a prank was in order.  Telling the front desk he was
staying in the room the boys were in and had forgotten his key in the room,
they gave him another.  Once inside, he folded the sheets on their bed so
when they would try to crawl in they'd only be able to get in half way, and
he took their hand lotion and smeared it over their toilet seat.  The
lotion being white, it was unnoticeable on the porcelain throne.  Returning
the key, he waited until the person at the front desk took a break and then
used his trademark smile and the same excuse to get a key to the room the
girls were in.  He was about to slip into the bathroom to do the same as
he'd done in the boys' room when he heard someone at the door.  Not knowing
what else to do, he made a dive for the closet as Marie and Sara entered.
The two girls took turns going to the bathroom and Aaron was glad he had
not ducked in there as had been his initial plan.
  "Well, that was nice," observed Sara, sitting on the bed.
  "Yes," agreed Marie as she lit a couple of the over a dozen candles the
girls had in their room.  "But way too hot."
  "Hmmmm," sighed Sara.  "I think I'll spend the rest of the afternoon in
the pool."
  "I bet anyone who isn't performing this afternoon will have the same
idea."
  "You're right, I imagine the pool would be crowded."
  "And would only get us hotter."
  "Hotter?"
  "You see some of the gorgeous hunks walking around the hotel?"
  "You better believe I've seen them!  I'm not blind!"
  "Too bad the Backstreet Boys aren't performing here.  Bet they look
awesome in swim trunks."
  "Don't know about that A.J. McLean though.  You know, what with his
tatoos and stuff, and personally, I thought he was getting a bit of a beer
gut."
  "Nick Carter is more my type of guy."
  "Well, you can always have Aaron," teased Sara.
  "You know, I feel bad about the way I snapped at him, and some of the
things I said to him."
  "Well, you were tired.  We all were."
  "Still, it was unkind.  I should make it up to him for being so cruel."
  Aaron had a good idea how she could do that, and he felt a swelling in
his trousers.  He also felt guilty about the rumor he'd started.
  "Don't be so hard on yourself," consoled Sara.  "Touring is hard."
  "I miss my family."
  "Me too.  We've been on the road a long time."
  "You ever, you know, think about if this is what you really want to be
doing?"
  "Sure.  I imagine we all have."
  "It's great performing and hearing everyone cheering and screaming and
all, and knowing your singing is making a difference, but fans don't know
the hours of practice, the sleeping in strange hotels, the tension ."
  "The catty backstabbing that goes on in the music industry, constantly
being watched with your every move being reported in the tabloids, the lack
of a steady boyfriend ."
  "Especially the lack of a steady boyfriend."
  "Being held."
  "Being kissed."
  "Mmmm."
  Aaron had been listening to the conversation with interest and he found
himself holding his breath as he waited for the next comment but all there
was was silence.  Had they discovered his presence?  That seemed unlikely.
Had they left?  He would have heard the door.  Perhaps they 'd fallen
asleep.  That seemed unlikely too.  As he leaned forward and strained to
hear, he picked up what sounded like heavy breathing.  Maybe they had
fallen asleep.  It was tough being on tour, and he knew how exhausting he
sometimes felt, and it had been a particularly hot day.  He slowly opened
the closet door a crack and peeked out.  His big brown eyes widened in
shock at the image in the mirror on the wall.
  The reason for the silence was because the girls' tongues were engaged in
something other than talking, and the reason for the heavy breathing was
not because they had fallen asleep, but because of what they were doing.
Aaron watched bugeyed at the two images in the mirror kissing and
embracing.  He stared in surprise and growing arousal as the two girls
slowly unbuttoned each other's blouses and slipped them off, and then undid
each other's bras and removed them.  Marie was bigger breasted as Amit had
observed, and her boobs, the first Aaron had ever seen totally exposed,
looked to the thirteen-year-old particularly huge and round, like two big
pink balloons.  Sara was shorter and more petite than Marie, and her boobs
were narrower and seemed to stick up in the air.  The girls pressed their
bodies togther as they kissed, and Aaron wondered what it would feel like
to be a girl and to feel another girl's tits pressing against yours.
  As they continued exchanging kisses, they caressed each other's back, and
as they kissed each other's cheek and neck, they reached down and unsnapped
each other's jeans and pulled down the zippers.  Sara sighed with evident
pleasure as Marie continued to slip her lips down, kissing her just below
the shoulders, and then kissing the tops of her breasts.  The younger girl
ran her fingers through the older one's long, blond locks and closed her
eyes as she sighed loudly.  Then they changed positions and Sara snuggled
down and kissed Marie's breasts, running her lips over the large, round
boobs, kissing one and then the other, kissing between them, and then
kissing each of her now erect nipples.  Marie's nipples weren't the only
things erect.  Aaron's hard was throbbing furiously in his trousers.
  The two girls resumed kissing each other on the lips, and as they kissed
they eased each other's jeans down, finally breaking to slip them right
off.  They embraced again and began to caress each other gently and
lovingly as they first kissed on the lips and then kissed each other's
cheeks.  Aaron inhaled deeply and reached down and grasped his swollen
dick.
  He wished he could slip out and watch them directly, but he knew they
would freak getting caught, and he'd have to explain what he was doing in
their room.  He settled for crouching there in their closet and watching
them making out in the mirror.  He wondered just how far they would go, and
just what girls did together.  That was not something he'd ever thought
about.
   As they kissed, the two girls eased each other's panties down, pushing
them as far down their smooth, muscular thighs as they could reach and
still kiss.  Aaron strained forward for a good look at their snatches, the
first he had ever seen.  Again he wished he could get closer so he could
have a better look.  From where he was crouching all he could really make
out were their patches of hairs and the vaguest suggestion of their cunts.
They reached down and stroked each other's thighs and their breathing got
louder.  Aaron was breathing deeply also.
  Their hands slowly slipped up from each other's thigh and they kissed
more frequently and fervidly as they played with each other, running their
fingers through each other's hairs, twisting and twirling them, and then
slipping their hands over each other's furry muff and cupping it.  They
slowly caressed each other's cunts, and their sighing became louder and
their squirming more agitated.
  Sara once again slipped down and the dark-haired sixteen-year-old stuck
out her tongue and ran it up and down her partner's neck.  After a few
minutes she continued to lick down, running her tongue along the boney
ridge below the shoulders, and then down between Marie's breasts, leaving a
trail of saliva.  She proceeded to lick Marie's left breast, running her
tongue around it like she was licking a scoop of strawberry sherbert, all
the while continuing to stroke Marie's pussy as Marie stroked hers.  When
she licked Marie's swollen nipple, the eighteen-year- old blond whimpered
with delight, and when Sara fastened her lips about the teat and sucked on
it Marie threw back her head and sighed loudly.
  After a minute Sara continued on down, running her tongue along Marie's
flat, muscular abs and twirling it in her belly button.  Swinging around so
they were lying in reverse positions, Sara kissed Marie's navel as the
older blond began to lick Sara's.  They kissed and nibbled and licked,
working their way along the firm abs and along each other's muscular
thighs.  Their legs were firm and strong from their dance routines, and yet
not grotesquely muscular, and, of course, had been shaved smooth.  They ran
their hot, red tongues along each other's sensitive inner thighs, and then
slowly back up to their crotches.
  Aaron was leaking pre-cum big time as they nuzzled each other's muff and
as they licked each other's crack.  Marie, laying on her right side, raised
her left leg, and Sara, laying on her right in the opposite direction,
similarly slid her foot up to her knee to raise her left leg.  Giving each
other's tongue better access, they also gave Aaron a better view, and the
thirteen-year-old reached down and squeezed his aching cock as he watched
Marie's tongue run up and down the slit of Sara's now quivering bun.
Marie's cunt lips were much easier to see with her honey blond hairs, and
Sara licked first one lip and then the other, and then the crack between
them.  Marie squirmed as Sara forced her tongue between the swollen lips
and lapped up the cunt juice now amply flowing over her inner lips.
  When Sara's tongue struck Marie's clit the eighteen-year-old gasped and
wiggled her ass, and Sara attacked the sensitive organ, quickly causing it
to become a hard little button which she eagerly licked and sucked on,
causing Marie to go wild.  Marie similarly attacked Sara's already swollen
and throbbing clitoris, and ran her tongue through the thick, sticky cunt
juice lining her slit.  The two girls were now squirming with arousal and
hungrily attacked each other's cunt with their mouths, relishing the
electrifying thrills of arousal shooting through their groins each time
they struck each other's hard, sensitive clit.  They lapped up each other's
cunt juice, causing each to produce more, and they pressed their soft,
smooth lips against each other's firm hairy cunt lips in a hot, passionate
kiss, sucking on each other's firm cunt hole.

             The way that you're moving to the beat
            It's impossible to not look at you, baby
                I wanna stay closer to your heat
           There's a fire burning inside my body girl

                     And all that I've got
                        I wanna give you
                 Over and over and over again.

  Marie clasped Sara tightly and pressed her groin against the younger
girl's face as her body was rocked with her orgasm.  She jerked and
trembled uncontrollably, ripples of pleasure causing her cunt to constrict
and dilate and her body to jerk as if she had just grabbed a bare electric
wire.  Similar shocks suddenly ripped through Sara's hot, throbbing cunt
also, her clit burning with arousal and her cunt dripping with juice as
Marie sucked on it with such force she had to wonder if they'd be able to
break the vacuum she'd created.
  As the two of them gasped for breath and closed their eyes tightly in
ecstasy, cheeks and lips glistening with their cunt juice, Aaron carefully
opened the closet and with his heart pounding in his throat, silently and
quickly slipped to the door and opened it.  Stepping into the hall, he
carefully closed the door and turned to find Dhani and Amit standing there
looking down at him.  His face, already flushed with sexual arousal, turned
even redder, and his heart, already pounding fiercely with both sexual lust
and fear of being caught, thumped in his chest and tried to leap up his
throat.
  "Well, well, what have we here?"
  "Ah, hi, guys."
  "What were you doing in Marie and Sara's room?"
  "Ah, Marie and Sara's room?  You must be mistaken.  I wasn't in their
room."
  "Hey man, we just saw you, so don't give us that shit," said Amit. "Now
what were you doing in there?  I know they wouldn't have given you their
key, and you wouldn't be sneaking around and so red-faced if it was
anything honest."
  "It was.  It is.  I wasn't doing nothing."
  "I know they've been bitchy sometimes, and have said things they
shouldn't have, especially Marie, but that doesn't give you any right to go
into their room."
  "Right," agreed Dhani.  "They have a right to their privacy."
  "So what were you doing in there?"
  "Nothing, I swear to you."
  "Oh yeah?" said Amit, pushing Aaron up against the wall.  "Look, I know
you've been angry with all of us and especially Marie," he said, roughing
him up.  The door card fell out of Aaron's pocket.
  "This to their room?" Dhani asked as he picked it up.
  "No."
  "Well, let's find out," Dhani said as he stepped to the door.
  "No!  Don't!"
  "No?  Why not?  What have you done twirp?  Answer me," Amit said, angry
now.
  "It's just, that, well, they're busy right now.  They wouldn't want to be
disturbed."
  "They're in their room right now?"
  "Yes."
  "You been spying on them?"
  "No.  Well, yes.  Well, I didn't mean to."
  Dhani and Amit glanced at each other, and without needing to say
anything, they picked Aaron up on either side of them and carried him to
their room next door.
  "Ah, guys, ah. . . ."
  "All right, what is going on?"
  "Nothing."
  "Don't lie to us."
  "Ah, well, I, you see, all right!  I saw them, well, doing stuff.  With
each other."
  Dhani and Amit glanced at each other again.  "You mean what I think you
mean?" Amit asked, his eyes growing dark.
  "Sex stuff, all right?" Aaron said, frightened by the angry look in his
eyes.
  "Of all the shit.  I don't care how bitchy Marie's been, you got no right
spreading that kind of shit about them."
  "I'm telling you the truth.  I didn't mean to catch them.  And I'm not
gossiping about them.  You asked me."
  "Even if it is the truth, you should not have been spying on them. What
they do in the privacy of their hotel room is their business, not ours, and
certainly not yours," Amit said angrily and Dhani readily agreed.
  "But I wasn't spying."
  "You just happened to forget which room was yours and walked into theirs,
and the key to your room just happened to work on theirs."
  "No.  Not exactly."
  "Not exactly?"
  "Well, I didn't just walk in.  I did get a copy of their key.  But it's
not what you think.  I wasn't spying or going to do any damage or anything.
I just went in to play them a practical joke."
  "Yeah, sure."
  "Honest.  I was going to do the same as I did to your room."
  The two boys looked at each other again, and then back at Aaron.
  "What do you mean as you did to our room?"
  "Well, I was going to shorten their sheets so when they tried to crawl
into bed they couldn't.  Just as I did yours," he added, hoping that would
help his case.
  "You were in our room?"
  "Well, yeah.  To play some practical jokes too."
  Dhani pulled back the covers and found the folded sheets.  "Well, he was
telling the truth about being here and what he did."
  "What else did you do?" asked Amit.
  "Not uh, well, I put hand lotion on the toilet seat."
  The boys checked it out.
  "Should make you clean if up."
  "Or sit in it."
  "Yeah."
  "That would have been hilarious had you sat down," added Amit, looking at
Dhani.
  Dhani thought about it for a moment, and a smile curled his lips too.
"Guess it would have."
  "So that's what you were doing in the girls' room?"
  "Yeah, honest.  But then they came in before I could do anything and so I
hid.  I didn't know what they were doing until too late, and then I was too
scared I'd get caught to leave."
  "They were really, well, doing something with each other?"
  Aaron nodded.
  "They say anything first?"
  "Well, yeah.  Mostly about how tough it is touring, and missing their
family, and not having boyfriends and stuff."
  Dhani and Amit glanced at each other.  "Well, I think we need to have a
conversation about sex, and the differences between Sweden and America,"
observed Dhani.
  And so the boys began to enlighten Aaron, explaining to him that the
attitudes in Europe regarding sexual expression and morality tended to be
more liberal, and that Sweden was one of the most liberal of all.  Many
Europeans were great advocates of nudism and naturalism, and it was the
custom in Sweden for men and women to bathe together in large communal
pools.  "In Sweden it is quite natural for two girls who are feeling the
need for sex to seek satisfaction with each other.  It does not mean they
are flator, lesbians.  It just means they have a need for sex, and they
love each other enough to satisfy each other's needs.  We do not have the
same hangups about same sex relationships as in the western world,"
explained Amit.
  "At least as a nation," clarified Dhani.  "There are many who are opposed
to such things, as there are here."
  "Very opposed," agreed Amit.
  "And what about you?" Aaron asked, finally speaking.  "How do you feel
about same sex relationships?"
  "We take a liberal view," said Dhani, looking first at Amit.  "We have no
problem if Marie and Sara find release with each other."
  "Since we've been on tour, you haven't done anything with a girl, have
you?"
  "That is not exactly a concern of yours," Dhani said with a smile, "but
no, I have not."
  "So, like, don't you get horny?"
  "Very."
  "You have girlfriends back home?" Aaron asked, looking at both of them.
  "No.  Our careers have not allowed the establishment of a close
relationship like that.  No girl is going to sit at home for four months in
the summer while her boyfriend goes touring across America.  I think you
have some idea of what we are talking about."
  "Besides, if we had a girlfriend, she would be very jealous of us going
on stage day after day and having thousands of girls screaming and yelling
over us."
  "So, don't you, well, you know, have the same, well, feelings as Marie
and Sara?"
  The boys glanced at each other again.  "Yes," said Dhani, having an idea
where Aaron was going with the conversation.
  "And, so, like, do you. . . ?"
  "That is a very personal question."
  "One that is only our business."
  "Yeah, I know, but well . . .  I get horny sometimes."
  The boys glanced at each other once more.  "Sleeping in the same room as
your mother and sister, I think it would be safe to conclude you definitely
have not been sneaking a girl into your bed at night," said Dhani with a
grin.
  "Nor a guy," added Aaron.
  "Have you ever considered seeking your relief with a guy?" asked Amit.
  "I've done it."
  "With a guy?"
  "Before I went on tour."
  "Well," the boys said, "it is not just in Europe that boys begin young
then."
  They sat there awkwardly.  "When you left the girls' room," Amit finally
began.  "Your trousers were sticking out.  It was not just the way the
cloth was?"
  "No," Aaron said with a sheepish grin.
  "Oh fan," said Amit suddenly.  "Look at the time.  If we're going to the
performance tonight we gotta get washed up and changed."
  ABBAmania was performing that evening, and it was no surprise that the
four A-teens were eager to see the performance, having begun their career
with ABBA's songs and their debut album "The ABBA Generation" having
reached Platinum.  It was, in everyone's opinion, an awesome performance,
and when it was over, the Carters and the A-teens found an Italian
restaurant and finished the evening feasting on Caesar's salad, pasta
Bologuese and strawberry sorbet.
  "Oh maaaannnn, I'm stuffed," sighed Aaron as they returned to their
hotel.
  "Me too," admitted Sara.  "I'm going to sleep like a baby tonight."
  "Me, I'm going to light some candles and have a long warm bath," observed
Marie.
  "I'm so wired after the performance tonight and thinking about our
performance tomorrow I don't think I'll sleep a wink," Amit commented.
  "Me neither," agreed Aaron.  "They were so wicked, and the crowd was
awesome.  I hope we do as well."
  "We will," said his sister confidently.
  "So you're not tired?" asked Dhani, looking at Aaron.
  "Not a bit."
  "It okay if Aaron and we chat a bit?" he asked, looking at Aaron's
mother.
  They hadn't finished their earlier conversation, and he wanted to be sure
Aaron understood the relationship between Marie and Sara.
  Jane Carter readily agreed, knowing how excited Aaron got, especially the
day before a performance.  He was better off in their room talking than
bouncing off the walls in their room.  So the three boys went to the
A-teen's room and talked about the performance, the moves by the dancers
and the lyrics they particularly liked.  They talked about their own music,
and how they'd each gotten started. It was the first really close
conversation they'd had.
  "So, suppose you saw a fan that was really cute in the crowd at a
concert, what would you do?"
  "I'd look at her, and sing to her," responded Amit.
  "I'd try to make contact with her," Dhani replied.
  "What about you?"
  "I dunno.  Fans are great, but sometimes they can be so, well, so gushy
and silly, you know?"
  "Yeah.  And some can be sort of scarey."
  "Right."
  "But ninety-nine percent of them are great."
  "For sure.  Without fans what would be the point?"
  "So," said Aaron hesitantly, "before you's were saying you's don't have a
regular girlfriend or nothing."
  "No.  It's hard to have someone close when you've got a career.  You can
understand that."
  "Yeah, I know about it being hard," said Aaron with an impish look.
  "You Americans, always thinking about sex," teased Amit.
  "So, like, when you's are feeling horny, what do you two do?"
  The two older teens glanced at each other.  "If it is really bad, we have
a jerk.  Usually we just have a cold shower."
  "You ever done anything with each other?"
  "You're getting personal again."
  "Well, how's a guy to learn if he doesn't ask stuff?"
  "And who better to ask than Sweden's two top authorities on sex," joked
Dhani and the three laughed.
  "A friend and me have sixty-nined," offered Aaron.  "And did each other
up the butt."
  "Seriously?" asked Dhani in surprise.
  "Honest.  Just before the tour started."
  "No wonder you've been so randy."
  "So what about you guys?"
  "We've wanked each other," Dhani admitted.
  "Anything else?"
  Amit looked at Dhani.  "Well, once a friend and I blew each other, to see
what it was like.  That was a long time ago, when I was fourteen.  All the
while he was doing me I closed my eyes and pretended he was a girl, and
when I did him I tried not to think about what I was doing."
  "So you didn't like it?" Aaron asked disappointedly.
  "I didn't say that," Amit said with a sly grin.
  "Cool.  So, you wanna do something?  The three of us.  It would be
great."
  "You're quite a bit younger than us."
  "Yeah, but you got each other every night.  I got nobody."
  "We don't do it every night."
  "Not even every week."
  "Yeah?  If I was alone with a guy every night I sure would."
  The two older teens laughed at Aaron's eagerness and honesty.
  "We could form a jerk circle," offered Dhani.
  "Or a daisy chain," suggested Amit.
  "What's that?"
  "Where three or more guys form a circle with each guy blowing the guy in
front of him."
  "You being the youngest, and it being your idea, perhaps we should let
you decide."
  "Sure," agreed Dhani.
  Aaron didn't hesitate for a second.  He'd fantasized what he'd like to do
with the two good-looking teens on numerous occasions during the tour so
far.  "Well, in that case," he said looking at Amit, "I'd like to blow you,
while you," he continued, looking at Dhani, "do me up the butt."
  The two Swedish boys snorted in surprise.  "Well, why not?" said Amit,
the older and more aggressive of the two.  "I'm game if Dhani is."
  "Hey, when has a Swedish boy turned down an offer to have a piece of
ass?"  he asked.  "Though I don't know if you'll be able to take what I
have to offer."
  "I'll do my best," Aaron responded, starting to feel his dick rising
already.
  The three boys stripped down to their underwear in silence.  Aaron was
the first to drop his pants, revealing his blue plaid Joe Boxers with a
button fly.  His dick began to rise in them as he watched Dhani push down
his jeans and step out of them, his spotted white Yves Martin boxer briefs
having a slight yellow urine stain to the right of the fly.  The two boys
stood there in their underwear as Amit lowered his pants, and Aaron's dick
twitched at the sight of the Swedish boy's black Yves Martin tanga briefs
with narrow burgundy stripes.  The pocket of the skimpy tangas was bulging
out, and Aaron felt his heart speeding up in anticipation.
  The darker skinned Amit slowly pushed down his underwear, revealing a
thick dark bush of pubic hairs and a gorgeous, long, uncut sausage having
the same tea-brown skin colour as the rest of him and a darker toned
mushroom-capped knob.  His nuts were hairy also, and hung low.  He stood
there and looked at Aaron with those sexy, penetrating brown eyes, his thin
eyebrows slanting toward his nose with a suggestive leer that seemed to be
saying "come and get it".  Dhani pushed down his boxers next, and although
nine months younger than Amit, his cock was thicker and longer with a knob
that wasn't much thicker than his shaft.  He had a thick bush of blond
hairs and a stripe of blond hairs across the top of his chest just below
his clavicle.  The two boys turned to watch Aaron.  The thirteen-year-old
self-consciously pushed down his boxer shorts, revealing his smooth, shaven
pubes and his much smaller organ, which even though semierect was half the
size of the dicks of the two Swedish boys.
  "You haven't started to grow hairs yet?" asked Amit in surprise.
  "Oh no," replied Aaron.  "I had them shaved off when I went in to see
about my kidney infection, and it felt sortta cool, you know, so I've been
shaving them ever since."
  "Yeah?  Well I know there's guys out there who would love to see you with
a totally shaven crotch."
  "Really?" asked Aaron. "Send me their addresses," he joked with a
mischievous grin.
  "So how we going to do this?" asked Amit.
  "Just stand right there," advised Aaron.
  Walking over to the boy, he dropped to his knees and leaned forward.  The
boy's natural, day-old boy smell, a slightly musky-slightly spicy scent,
caused Aaron's dick to begin to swell.  He inhaled deeply, savouring the
aroma of the seventeen-year-old boy's nut sack.  He kissed the lower
hanging left testicle and then the right, and then sticking out his tongue,
he ran it over the boy's ball sack, delighting in the spicy flavour of his
ball sweat.  Being able to stick his tongue out further than the average
person, a skill he'd learned he had young in life, he curled it around the
boy's nuts and then between the left nut and his thigh.  His actions caused
Amit's dick to begin to stir.
  Telling Amit to spread his legs and squatting down and moving forward so
he was almost under the older boy, Aaron opened his mouth wide and sucked
in the boy's two eggs.  He sucked on them gently and tickled them with his
tongue.  The boy's dick continued to swell.  Slipping his mouth off the
boy's nuts, Aaron slipped his lips over Amit's dickhead.  He didn't do
anything more than that, and crouched there with the teenager's sensitive
knob between his lips and enjoyed the experience of feeling the boy
becoming aroused while in his mouth.  Slowly the boy's dick filled out with
blood and stretched out further until it was hard.  Aaron slipped his mouth
back off, and the warm air of the hotel room seemed cool to the exposed
knob compared to the heat and moistness of Aaron's mouth.
  Amit's cock, upon being released, sprang up so that it was pointing
upward at a forty-five- degree angle.  Sticking out his long tongue once
again, Aaron made it pointy and ran it up the underside the length of the
boy's dick, from his balls up along the funnel on the underside of his knob
to the pee hole at the end.  His dick was six-and-a-half inches and slender
and the skin had pulled back as the boy's dick had swollen to form a collar
about the rim of his wide mushroom- cap knob.  Aaron concentrated on
licking the shaft, knowing that to lick his knob would bring him off
faster, and Aaron wanted this to last.
  Watching the horny thirteen-year-old licking his close friend and fellow
performer's cock and watching Amit's cock slowly rise and become hard had
Dhani's dick starting to rise also, something that Aaron noticed out of the
corner of his eye.  From its current state, Aaron knew that when it was
fully erect he was going to get a good reaming.
  "You got anything we can use for lubrication for that thing?" he asked,
looking up at Dhani.
  "Like what?"
  "I dunno.  Something with oil or something."
  "I got Coppertone sunblock," Dhani suggested after thinking a moment.
  "That should do."
  Dhani stepped into the bathroom and returned with the squeeze bottle.
Squeezing a dab of the white lotion on his fingertips, Aaron smeared it
over Dhani's knob and the shaft of his cock and began to work it in.  The
sunblock plus Aaron's stroking and twisting caused the seventeen- year-old
boy's cock to swell even further.
  "How's it feel?"
  "A bit strange.  Sort of a cooling feeling, especially on my bulb."
  "Funny, your dick doesn't feel cool," said Aaron with a twinkle in his
eyes.
  "It is a waste of good sunblock," observed Amit.  The two boys looked at
him.  "Where that is going the sun don't shine," he joked, causing them to
laugh.
  Aaron continued to work the sunblock over Dhani's swelling cock, not
working it into the skin, but coating it with the white oil-based lotion.
He was right about the size, and when Aaron was finished Dhani was sporting
a thick-veined, cut sausage slightly longer and thicker than Amit's.
Reaching behind him, Aaron wiped his fingers off on his butthole, and
wiggled the tip of his fingertips up his hole to lubricate his opening.  He
immediately understood what Dhani meant as a cooling sensation passed over
his anus.
  Turning back to Amit, Aaron slipped his lips over his knob and gently
sucked on it.  As Amit placed his hands on Aaron's naked shoulders, Dhani
knelt behind the horny thirteen-year- old.  Uncertain exactly how to go
about fucking his ass, and even more uncertain if he really wanted to now
that it was a reality and not just an idea, the older teen looked down as
he placed the tip of his strangely cool cock against the American boy's
butthole.  Feeling the lubricated dickhead against his sphincter, Aaron
immediately pushed out and exhaled through his nose.  Dhani pressed his
hips forward, pressing his bulb against Aaron's eager hole and the young
singer inhaled deeply and exhaled again as he pushed out even harder.
Dhani placed his hands on Aaron's smooth, narrow hips for support and
balance as he continued to push forward with his hips.
  The sunblock, Dhani's rigidness, and Aaron's past experience and
eagerness all worked together to make the seventeen-year-old's first act of
penetration relatively painless and minimally difficult.  Ever so slowly
his bulb stretched open Aaron's lubed ring muscle, and ever so slowly it
penetrated his colon.  Bit by bit it eased into his body, and Dhani exhaled
and inhaled deeply as he strained to penetrate the young American star.
Ever so slowly his bulb stretched open Aaron's pucker until finally the
widest part was reached and the tight muscle clamped down behind the rim of
the exposed knob.  Feeling his bulb trapped inside the thirteen-year-old's
butt, Dhani wondered if that was how it felt when a guy stuck his dick up a
woman's cunt.
  Grasping Aaron's hips tighter, the seventeen-year-old Swede slowly
pressed his hips forward, gradually easing his dick farther up the boy's
butt.  Inch by inch he penetrated him until his entire cock was up his hole
and his curly blond hairs were pressing against Aaron's smooth butt.  He
was surprised how hot and moist Aaron's hole was, just like he'd imagined a
cunt would feel like during his jerk-off fantasies.  As he slowly eased his
cock out, he felt Aaron's butthole clench tightly as if trying to hold it
in, and as he sank his cock back up the boy's rectum he felt the muscle
relax, again just as he'd imagined a girl working her cunt in time with
him.
  Aaron was working in time with him, relaxing as he felt the Swedish boy's
thick, long cock easing up his asshole and tightening his sphincter as he
felt it easing back out.  The delightful burning of his asshole and the
throbbing of his rectum were pleasures that he could never thank Justin
enough for introducing to him, and each time Dhani's thick bulb brushed
against his prostate and sent shocks of arousal through his groin he was
reminded how wonderful it was to get your ass fucked.  The hot, firm
cockhead in his mouth reminded him of something else.  As Dhani set up a
rhythm behind him, Aaron slowly slipped his lips down the slender
six-and-a-half inch cock in front of him and then sucking gently on the
thick fleshy tube, he eased his lips back up until only the boy's
mushroom-shaped glans was in his mouth, setting up his own rhythm.
  Amit looked down at the hot, blond thirteen-year-old eagerly working his
lips up and down his stiff cock.  The boy's hot, moist mouth enveloping his
dick was hotter than he'd ever imagined in his wildest fantasies, and even
hotter than the physical sensation was the mental arousal of having someone
sucking him off.  The horny thirteen-year-old was actually sucking on his
prick besides working his lips up and down it, and just the thought of him
eagerly sucking on his throbbing organ was so hot his cock ached to release
a load.  The thought of his hot cum shooting into the boy's mouth was even
hotter, and the seventeen-year-old found himself panting with desire as his
dick throbbed and his hairy nuts began to swell and draw up tight below his
aching organ.
  Aaron could feel the boy's blood pounding through his stiff cock as he
worked his lips up and down the rock-hard organ, and he knew that he would
soon be bringing the boy off.  He delighted in the taste of hot, throbbing
cock in his mouth and he delighted even more in the knowledge that he was
bringing pleasure to the boy unlike any other pleasure, and one that only
another boy could really know.  He also delighted in the sensation of
having a hard, thick cock stuffing his rectum and working in and out of his
asshole, and in the knowledge that he was also bringing the boy behind him
pleasure, and that any second now the throbbing cock and gasping boy would
be filling his ass with cum.
  Dhani, six-foot-one and a hundred and sixty pounds, bent over the
four-foot-eleven, ninety-seven pound teenager and wrapped his arms about
him tightly as he pumped his hips to and fro faster and faster, the itch of
his dickhead and the need to get off a load building up a pressure in his
groin that could not be ignored.  He'd jerked off plenty of times to know
the signs, and he grunted and gasped as he felt the pressure building
higher and higher and as he worked his hips faster and faster until he felt
the spring snap and uncoil in his groin.  His thighs went weak as he felt
his cum gush up the core of his cock and shoot out the opening, squirting
deep up the rectum of the young American pop star.  He quivered and gasped
as shot after shot squirted up the teenager's hot, tightly grasping ass.
  Amit's fingers tightened about Aaron's shoulders as he too felt himself
reach that ultimate point and as his cum gushed up his hot, throbbing cock
and into the mouth of the thirteen-year- old sucking him.  He gasped and
sighed as his tight nuts constricted and his cum spurted in rapid fire into
the eager mouth.  The pleasure of his climax was all the more violent with
the thought that he was shooting his stuff down the throat of the horny
cock-sucking teenager getting plowed up the butt by his close friend and
fellow performer.  As he looked down at the flushed teenager, the
youngster's mouth overflowed with the volume of his release and his cum
oozed out of the corner of Aaron's mouth and down around his chin.

              I got a sweet and fine taste for you
                  It might be too obvious but
              I can't help my self from what I do.

  Aaron eagerly sucked on the spurting organ in his mouth and clenched his
asshole about the throbbing cock up his ass, closing his eyes in ecstasy as
he was filled at both ends with hot, thick teenage cum.  He could feel
Dhani's cock throbbing up his butt and his hot seed spurting deep up his
body, the most wicked sensation a boy could ever feel.  At the same time
Amit's thick, astringent seed was filling his mouth, the seventeen-year-old
coming so copiously and violently that he couldn't swallow his cum fast
enough and the thick, slimy seed was oozing out of the corners of his mouth
and around his chin to hang in a translucent pendant.
  Feeling Dhani ease his cock out of his butthole, Aaron slipped his lips
off Amit's cock and lay back on the floor of the teens' room, his thin
chest rising and falling with exertion and desire and his thirteen-year-old
bone sticking straight up in the air.  The two seventeen-year-olds glanced
at each other and without a word dropped to their hands and knees.
Sticking out their tongues, they bent over and ran them over Aaron's tight,
swollen balls and up his stiff, quivering cock from the base to the tip.
Swirling their tongues around his exposed knob, they licked back down his
shaft, one on each side to his balls, and running their tongues around the
tight little knockers they licked back up his hot, jerking cocklet.  They
felt it throb violently and his thin, juicy boy cum pulsed up the core and
shot out the top like a miniature fountain, shooting high into the air and
falling back down on his cocklet and over their extended tongues.
  Caught by surprise, they drew in their tongues, drawing his fresh cream
into their mouths.  The sweet boy nectar assaulted their taste buds,
sending shivers down their spines as they tasted for the first time that
exotic delight as the boy fountain continued to spurt.  Feeling an
obligation to satisfy the thirteen-year-old boy who had just satisfied
their need, they leaned forward again and ran their tongues up the stiff,
cum-coated cock, lapping up the white-translucent mixture of sperm and
seminal fluids.  They licked up the rivulets that had flooded over his
tight nuts, and they licked up the flow that had flooded over his smooth,
shaven pubes.  Opening his lips, Amit slipped his mouth over the
thirteen-year-old's slender cock and closing his lips about the base, he
eased his lips up, sucking up the cream that had coated it and the residual
cream inside it at the same time.  As Amit sat there savouring the first
cum to have ever passed his lips, Dhani bent over and likewise took Aaron's
tight nuts into this mouth and sucked the cum from his tender eggs.
  Totally satisfied, the three boys lay there sprawled out on the hotel
room floor, their now limp dicks wet with saliva and cum, their breaths
smelling of fresh semen and their lips tasting of cock.  It was the
conclusion of an awesome day, and they knew when they performed in the
packed area before the more than six thousand screaming fans tomorrow, they
would give them the performance of their lives, just as they'd had the
performance of their lives that night.

                     You make me so excited
                   And I don't wanna fight it
                        I start to blush
                     You are my Sugar Rush
                   Ain't nothing better baby
                    Is it for real or maybe?
                        I start to blush
                      You are my Sugar Rush.