Date: Sat, 15 May 1999 23:52:57 PDT
From: "J.O. Dickingson" <authorsix@hotmail.com>
Subject: Aaron & Vinicius: Foot Fun (b/b, celeb)

Author's Note: This story is a gay fantasy about two preteen celebrities,
Aaron Carter and Vinicius de Oliveira, and their fictional meeting and
subsequent friendship during a March Midwest storm.  If fantasies about
preteen celebrities having a same sex experience offends you, or you are of
underage, you should not be at this site.  This story has been posted at
adult sites featuring gay stories for adult entertainment only.  Permission
has not been given to copy or post this story elsewhere.  What you are
about to read is a gay fantasy and does not represent nor imply the true
sexual orientation nor fetishes of the characters.  Lyrics are copyright of
Aaron Carter.  Celeb story fans, lovers of boys, lovers of feet and lovers
of boy feet can write to the author J.O. Dickingson at
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		       Aaron and Vinicius:  Foot Fun
 
     It was one of those sudden, unexpected spring storms that frequently
hits the mid west in March, a blizzard that comes out of nowhere with no
warning and that hits with a fury.  For most it is an inconvenience and a
frustration, a time of anger.  Sadly, for some, such storms bring tragedy
and sorrow.  Happily, for others, it is an opportunity, a time for new
explorations.  This is a story of the latter.
     "The storm's fury is not expected to abate until morning," ran the
banner on the television monitor at the Idaho airport.
     'Nor is Mom's,' thought Aaron with an amused smile as he watched his
mother fuming and ranting at the airline counter.  She had planned on the
two of them being back home that night, not stranded out here in "nowhere".
She was the type of person who liked routine and order with everything in
its place.  That was especially important when it came to her younger son.
He had a demanding schedule that did not allow for delays or interruptions.
Balancing his singing concerts, his recording appointments, his music
practice, and his school work left little room to manoeuver, and this
stopover was not in Jane Carter's plans.
     She was a strong-willed mother who, like any mother, watched over and
fought for her sons, eleven-year-old Aaron and his older brother
eighteen-year-old Nick.  She fought for their performing royalties and
their concert contracts, she fought agents to make sure they stayed in
decent hotels, and she fought entrepreneurs who tried to capitalize on her
children's success, but she could not fight a Midwestern snow storm.  The
airport was closed indefinitely, there were no trains running, and they
were not by any major waterways.  There was simply no way anyone was going
to leave.  Nor was there any accommodation.  The airport hotel had been
filled hours ago, and all the surrounding hotels and motels were fully
booked.  The places that were still available you would not want to go to
with four young children, and you couldn't get there in the snow storm
anyway.
     The local school board had opened up the closest high school and
neighbouring residents had brought sleeping bags, extra blankets and cots
to the school's gymnasium in the true spirit of the Midwest.  Those
stranded by the blizzard were not going to be hard done by if the local
citizens could help it.
     Mrs. Carter did not totally agree with that assessment of the
situation, but there was nothing she could do as the airport shuttle
followed the city snowplow to the school, taking her, her son Aaron and his
fourteen-year-old sister Leslie, and the two good friends and fellow
dancers who had performed with him at his recent Calgary gig, the
fifteen-year-old twins David and Jared Morse.  Aaron, who had performed at
the BRAVO Supershow at Koeln, Germany, only two weeks earlier, and at the
fairgrounds at West Palm Beach in Florida a month before that, took it all
in his stride.  He knew his mother and agents would look after details like
where he would sleep and eat, like they always did.  Besides, when you are
eleven-years-old and have travelled around the world, little things like an
unexpected blizzard or a delayed flight were no big deal.  Actually, it was
like having an unexpected holiday, and with his demanding entertainment
schedule and the expectation he would keep up his high marks besides, the
grade five student was happy to have a day with absolutely nothing to do.
     The school they were taken to was a large composite high school with a
population of more than two thousand students.  They were escorted to the
gymnasium and a place was found for the newcomers to bunk down.  Except for
the littlest of children, the women and girls were being bedded down on one
side of the gym, and the men and boys on the other side of the divider for
obvious reasons.  Aaron thought that was really cool.  As he had become
more and more popular, the amount of time he was spending that was not
under the direct watch of his mother or his father or his older brother had
become less and less to the point that it seemed like he was with one of
the three twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week.
     They had their noon lunch at the school cafeteria, which the school
had opened up for the emergency, and then Aaron wandered about the school
on his own, the twins having spotted some girls they wanted to get to know.
Having turned eleven only three months earlier, that was not one of Aaron's
prime interests.  Besides, when most girls his age saw him they either
hassled him for autographs and asked a million dumb questions, or they got
all silly and full of giggles, something that up until now the young boy
normally associated with the female sex.
     With the confusion and new arrivals coming all the time, and with many
people angry and frustrated over the unexpected change in their plans,
nobody took much notice of the slim, young, blond boy as he roamed the
hallways.  Most of the rooms were locked up of course, but Aaron could peak
in the windows.  The large industrial shops and the science rooms were
fascinating, and he wondered what it would be like to be a high school
student.  He had once gone to school himself, but now with his popularity
and the need to tour to keep his name in everyone's face, he had to be
taught on the road by a tutor and at home by his parents quite frequently.
Even though he had made dozens of new friends around the world, he missed
messing around with his classmates and having really close friends he could
talk to like he had back when he was seven at Ruskin and he and his friends
had formed the band Dead End.
     Arriving at the computer lab, he tried the door but it was locked.
Aaron loved computers, and everything about them, games, chat rooms, even
just surfing the net.  That had become one of his main interests on the
road, that, playing Nintendo, and collecting Beanie Babies and Ninja
Turtles.  At home his interests extended to his pets, especially his new
dog, Oscar, and swimming.  Unable to get into the room, he continued on
down the hall, wandering at random, exploring like any normal
eleven-year-old.  Arriving at the weight room, he thought back to the
holiday he'd had at the beach, and the photo session they'd had of him
lifting a weight.  That had been a fun time.  He tried the door but it was
locked too.  He looked in the window wistfully.
     "Alo."
     Aaron jumped at the sound of the voice.
     "So sorry.  I did not mean to frighten."
     Aaron turned to face the speaker.  It was a boy who seemed to be about
his age.  At least they were almost identical in height and weight, Aaron
being four-foot-six and sixty-eight pounds and the boy being only slightly
shorter and lighter, and both had that pre-adolescent look of
innocence. That was the only similarity.  Whereas Aaron had long, fine
blond hair parted in the middle of his head and combed down each side to a
bit more than mid-ear, the boy had jet black hair, thick and full but cut
short so his ears were showing.  Aaron's eyes were brown, as were the
boy's, but the boy's were burnt almond dark.  Aaron's complexion was a pale
pink with rosy red lips, typical of a white Anglo-Saxon boy who spent a lot
of time indoors.  The boy was a butterscotch brown with a darker tone under
the eyes that lovers of boys would say gave him a seductive look.  He spoke
broken English with an accent, which Aaron thought might be Cuban, or maybe
Mexican, simply because those were the only people he had met with that
skin tone.
     "That's okay.  I just didn't hear you come up," Aaron said with a
friendly smile.
     "I have learned to be quiet, to walk with cat paws," the boy said,
also with a smile.  He had straight, perfect teeth and a broad, open smile
that only young boys can have, a third similarity with Aaron.  "It is
sometimes good to be able to move about without being seen or heard."
     "Yeah," agreed Aaron, grinning even wider as he thought of several
situations that had been to his advantage, like spying on his sister or
older brother, or sneaking cookies from the cookie jar.  "By the way, my
name is Aaron," he said, extending his hand.
     "Vinicius," the boy said, extending his.  The two shook formally.
"Sometimes Americans have difficulty with my name," he said.  "You can call
me Vini if you wish."
     "I like Vinicius.  It's a cool sounding name," replied Aaron.  "Where
are you from?"
     "Brazil," the boy said, "Rio de Janeiro."
     "Wow, way cool."
     Vinicius seemed to be about to say something, but then paused.  Aaron
figured perhaps he was translating what he wanted to say into English.
"And you?  You are from?" he finally asked.
     "I'm living in California now, near San Francisco.  We just moved a
while ago.  I lived in Ruskin before that."
     "I know not where that is, Ruskin."
     "Florida."
     "I see."
     "So, guess you got stranded by this storm too, huh?"
     "Yes, it is much strange for me this storm.  And much exciting."
     "Yeah?"
     "We do not have snow in Rio de Janeiro."
     "Oh, yeah, of course," Aaron replied, feeling like a dough head.
     The boys looked through the glass at the weight room, not because it
held any particular fascination, but because even though they wanted to
talk, they did not know what else to talk about.
     "So, what it is?" Vinicius asked.
     "What, that?" asked Aaron, nodding to the room behind the large
viewing window.  "It's a weight room."  Vinicius looked at him blankly.
"You know, an exercise room, for lifting weights and stuff."
     "I see. You are interested in lifting weights?  Maybe to become a body
builder?"
     "Naw, not really. But I sortta gotta keep in shape."  Vinicius looked
at him blankly again with those big, dark, innocent eyes.  "I sing, and
dance, on stage," Aaron said hesitantly.  Vinicius had not been struck dumb
and gone all googly-eyed and slack-jawed when they had met, like many kids,
and even more adults, did.  Vinicius evidently did not know who he was, and
Aaron liked that.  It got to be a hassle constantly being stared at and
being asked for autographs.  So, he was hesitant to reveal too much about
himself, preferring to be just Aaron, typical eleven-year-old boy.  "It is
sort of demanding sometimes, physically."
     "Yes," said Vinicius.  "I understand.  I too have begun to perform on
a stage recently."
     "Yeah?"
     "In a movie we make in Brazil.  It is called Central Station."
     "Hey, I heard about that.  It was nominated for an award or something,
no?"
     "Not the movie, but the great actress Fernanda Montenegro was
nominated for best actress.  She did not get it, but she is a fantastic,
most wonderful actress."
     "Must have been cool acting in a movie."
     "No, it was sometimes very hot," he replied, "and sometimes very
hard."
     "I didn't mean cool, as in temperature," Aaron said with a smile.  "I
meant, cool, as in neat.  Wonderful."
     "Oh yes, I have forgot.  I know that slang, cool.  It is very much
used by Americans.  I was not always an actor you see."
     "No?"
     "Before I act I shine shoes."
     "No kidding!"
     "I am sorry.  I do not understand this word, kidding."
     "I mean . . .  you're serious."
     "Yes.  Why would I be not?"
     "I mean, like, well, wow, that's ... cool, shining shoes."
     "Oh, I see.  It is not really.  It is much cooler to be an actor I am
thinking."
     "Yeah, well, I like to sing too."
     "You are a famous singer?"
     "Well, I have travelled much of the United States, and I've been to
Europe, and to Canada."
     "Cool," Vinicius said with a smile and Aaron grinned back.  It was
great having someone else to talk to, especially someone you could have a
normal kid type conversation with, and Vinicius was the type of person that
was easy to talk to.
     The boys looked in the window again.
     "You would like to try some of that stuff?"
     "Yeah, it would be fun.  But the door is locked."
     Vinicius tried the door, and then fished in his pocket.  He was
wearing heavy light brown cords and a pale lemon-coloured cotton shirt
under a bulky white sweater bordered with what looked like Navajo
hieroglyphics.  "I need a wire, or a credit card or something."
     Aaron took out his wallet and removed his plastic ID card, a necessity
for all the travelling he did.  "Will this do?"
     "Bem," Vinicius said as he took it. "I mean yes, but I might bend it.
It might be . . .  hurt."
     "Damaged?"
     "Bem, damaged.  I am still not very well at English."
     "Hey, you're speaking real good," Aaron complemented sincerely, and
Vinicius smiled.  Experience had taught him when people were sincere and
when they were not, and he knew this new blond friend was sincere.
     "Obrigado.  I mean thank you.  I learn much of it shining shoes of
english-speaking persons at the airport."
     "How do you say you're welcome, in . . .  in . . .  is that Spanish
that you speak?"
     "No, Portuguese.  You're welcome is de nada."
     "Well then, de nada."
     Vinicius took the card.  "I might wreck it."
     "That's all right.  I can always get another."
     "You sure?"
     "Sure."
     Slipping the card between the door and the door jam, Vinicius fiddled
with it for a few moments.  Then with a big smile, he turned the knob and
pushed the door open.
     "Cool," said Aaron with a grin as Vinicius handed back the card, a bit
bent but not seriously mutilated.  "How did you do that?"
     "When you live on the street, you learn many things to survive, and
meet many people with sometimes useful skills," Vinicius said with a grin
and a sparkle in his eye.  Aaron returned the smile.  He felt good.  Having
recently moved, it would be awhile before he would have a good friend to
share secrets with again.
     The two boys entered the room and checked out the weights and other
equipment.  Taking one of the lighter weights, Aaron placed it on the
support of the exercise bench and laying on his back, he tried lifting it.
     "I think you are supposed to have someone stand behind and help,
incase it falls," said Vinicius as he stepped up behind the rack.
     "Yeah, I seen that on television," said Aaron.  As Vinicius spotted
him, Aaron tried a few more times, and then asked for a heavier one.  The
second was much harder.  "You wanna try?"
     "Sem duvida! I mean sure!  But first I remove this big sweater I buy
in your country."  Vinicius slipped it over his head.  "I think maybe my
shirt I take off too.  I do not want it to get all smelling of . . .  of
. . .  suor . . .  transpiracao . . . "
     "Sweat?"
     "Bem. Sweat.  A change of clothing I do not have."
     "Hey, good idea," said Aaron, "nor do I, and my mom would be furious
if I got my good clothes all sweaty."
     Slipping his Tommy Hilfiger pullover over his head and hanging it on
one of the pegs in the wall, Aaron looked down at his bulky cargo pants.
He loved wearing them, but they were hardly suited for heavy exercise.
Vinicius noticed the look on his face.
     "I think maybe our pants we should take off too, you think?" Vinicius
asked.  "These I put on for your American weather, but I think they will be
hot doing exercises."
     "Yeah, I think mine will be too," said Aaron, "but. . . . "  He looked
over at the window.
     Vinicius walked over and drew the Venetian blind closed.  "There now,"
he said with a smile, "nobody can see us two boys."
     Aaron looked over at the door.  "Is the door locked?"
     "Bem.  And unless someone else knows how a credit card to use, it will
be so."
     The two boys exchanged grins and unbuttoned the top of their pants.
What they were about to do was daring, and a bit naughty, as far as Aaron
was concerned, neither of which bothered him.  He might be a celebrity, but
he was first a boy, and his chances to act like a boy were becoming fewer
and fewer.  With an excited, playful grin, he slowly lowered his pants.  He
glanced over at Vinicius, trying not to be obvious.  Vinicius, like Aaron,
was wearing white jockey briefs.
     Vinicius was also slender like Aaron.  His thin arms and legs still
had the soft contours of childhood, lacking the muscle tone that would
begin with puberty, still at least a year away for both boys.  The pads of
baby fat that lay under his chest skin were in the process of being
absorbed, but were still of sufficient size that one could describe him as
having boy breasts.  One could just barely make out his ribs as his chest
narrowed to a slender twenty-two inch waist and narrow hips only slightly
wider.  The skin of his chest, arms and legs was uniformly butterscotch
brown, which contrasted sharply with his white briefs.  Only his little
nipples were slightly darker, being more the colour of cinnamon.
     As Vinicius stepped out of his cords, one of his socks came off also.
As the boy removed the other one, Aaron decided to remove his also.  He
loved to go barefoot.  Somewhere he had read that he was the most
photographed barefoot boy in the world.  He knew there was a site on the
web that was all of barefoot celebrities, and that there was one of him.
Having stripped down to their underwear, the two boys glanced about the
room at the equipment as they tried to decide what to do next.
     Aaron felt a bit awkward standing there in his gaunches, especially
considering it was in a school.  Vinicius, having lived on the streets of
Rio de Janerio, had on occasion stripped down to his underwear with his
friends to run through an opened fire hydrant, or to cool off in one of the
city's fountains (until the police came and chased them out).  Even so,
standing there in just his briefs with an almost total stranger felt
awkward for him also.  It was also daring for both boys, and being typical
boys, that they enjoyed.  It was not every day that they could enjoy the
freedom of running around in just their underwear.
     "Well, what shall we try first?" Aaron asked, looking over at his new
friend.
     "Do you know this?" asked Vinicius.  "How it works?"
     "No," said Aaron, looking at the rowing machine.  "But I bet we could
figure it out."
     They did, and took turns on it and laughed about rowing with no water.
They then tried the stationary bikes, which was a lot more fun since there
were two of them and they could ride together side by side.  While they
rode, they talked, about their interests and hobbies, about their friends
and family, and about their lives.  Aaron told Vinicius about his brother
Nick and the Backstreet Boys and was surprised he had not heard of them.
He talked about his dogs, and his cats, and about how he and his classmates
had formed a band called the Dead End when he was seven and how they had
played at cafes and the pier.  He talked about his first big performance in
Berlin two years ago.  When he mentioned his favourite actor was Sylvester
Stallone, and his favourite movies were the Ninja Turtle series, he was
surprised to learn that up until about a year and a half ago Vinicius had
never heard of movies.
     Vinicius told how he had approached a man one day at the Rio de
Janeiro airport where he was shining shoes.  He had asked the man for money
to buy a sandwich, promising to pay him back when the man returned from the
city of Sao Paulo.  It had been raining, and he did not have any customers.
It turned out that the man was the film director, Walter Salles, and that
he was still looking for a boy to play the main character opposite Fernanda
Montenegro, the role of a nine-year-old boy called Josue.  Vinicius had
been nine-and-a-half then.
     "He had tried already fifteen hundred kids from all over the country,
but was not satisfied.  He asked if I would like to do for the film a test
and I told him never have I seen a film before. I told never have I been to
a movie theatre.  He said that was not really important, and that it was
just like television, but was a much more dignified experience than
television.  So I said okay I'll do it, but asked if could I bring my other
friends who are about the same age as I am. He said I could, but I might
lose the role because they were just looking for one kid.  I told him that
was not important, that I'd like to bring them anyway so everyone can have
a chance."
     "Cool."  Aaron looked at his new friend admiringly.  He knew that to
have a friend like Vinicius, a friend who thought of his pals before
himself, was a treasure to have.
     "It was very much fun, but very much hard work.  I had to concentrate
very hard on my lines, and how to act, and work hard from morning until
night sometimes, much harder than shining shoes.  But it was much fun too,
because the film was about this old, sort of uncaring woman, and this poor
boy whose mother is killed.  I lived on the street all my life, so I knew
much about fighting to survive, which was what the film was about.  That
made it easier for me, and I told them much things about living on the
street."
     Aaron found Vinicius's description of his life in Brazil fascinating,
and Vinicius likewise was fascinated by Aaron's life as a singer.  The two
young boys had a very different past, and very different experiences.  At
the same time as young performers the two boys shared the same demands on
them, and each felt an empathy for the other.  Vinicius was a street kid
that knew the difficulties of fighting for survival on the street, but who
had not lost his childhood in the process.  He was very knowledgeable and
yet still very innocent about everything.  Similarly Aaron had seen first
hand places that many adults would never see, and already had
responsibilities and expectations that many twice his age did not have.
Still, like Vinicius, he had not lost his boyhood inquisitiveness and
simplicity.  Both boys had an innocent charm combined with a maturity
beyond their years that endeared them to anyone who knew them.
     "So, you want to continue acting?"
     "Bem, I think it is so."
     "I want to keep singing too."
     "That is cool."
     The two boys smiled at each other.
     "Wanna try the tread mill next?"
     "Sem duvida, certainly."
     They got on the treadmill together and set the dials for the lowest
setting.  As they got used to it, they increased the speed gradually,
daring each other to try one notch more.  They were already hot, and
jogging on the treadmill they became still hotter.  Sweat began to bead on
their young foreheads and their hairless underarms started to become damp.
Soon sweat was trickling down their smooth, almost naked bodies.  Finally
their young legs could barely keep up with the machine and they began
stumbling and slipping.  They finally shut it off and collapsed on the
tumbling mats, laughing and exhausted and feeling great.
     As they stretched out on the large blue mats, their feet touched.
Aaron playfully rubbed his against his new friend's.  Vinicius responded in
turn, tickling Aaron's sole with his large toe.  Aaron giggled and
responded by running his toes up along Vinicius's calf and trying to tickle
his instep with his other foot.  The boys glanced at each other and
laughed.  Getting up and laying in the opposite direction with his back to
Aaron, Vinicius began to rub the sole of his right foot against Aaron's.
Aaron quickly reciprocated, using his left foot against Vinicius's left
foot.  The boys giggled and squirmed with their innocent fun.
     Moving his foot in a circular motion, Vinicius massaged the fleshy
balls of Aaron's right foot with his right large toe for a minute, and then
slowly ran his toe along the sole, pausing to similarly massage his heel
before moving up and running his toe in concentric circles along Aaron's
ankle bone.  Aaron followed his lead and did likewise with his left foot.
It felt strange, having someone's bare feet rubbing against yours, strange
and sort of exciting.  Aaron had small feet, size four-and-a-half, and
Vinicius's feet where almost the same size.  Both sets of boy feet were
smooth and hot.
     Snuggling a bit farther up on the mat, Vinicius began to run his right
foot along the back of Aaron's calf, following the curvature of his calf as
it curved outward, and then following the curvature to the hollow at the
back of his leg behind the knee.  Aaron squirmed.  Vinicius's foot felt so
soft and so hot, and the firm but gentle massage felt awesome.  Aaron hoped
that Vinicius was feeling as good as he copied his young friend with his
left foot.
     Vinicius's foot moved on, massaging the fleshy back of Aaron's thigh.
It tickled a bit and Aaron laughed as he did the same to Vinicius.  He
could hear the young Latino giggle also, a sincere boyish laugh of pleasure
and growing excitement.  He had to be feeling the same as Aaron was, and
Aaron was delighted Vinicius was feeling the same way. As he felt the young
Latino boy's small toes and the silky smooth sole of his foot massaging the
upper back of this thigh, a strange sensation passed over him.  It was sort
of like the feeling he had before going out on a stage and performing, sort
of a tense feeling of anticipation.  This feeling, though, was not in his
stomach, but rather was a more general feeling that affected his entire
body, and it was much more powerful.  He'd never felt anything like it
before, and he had difficulty describing it.  All he knew was that it was
getting him excited, and that the feeling felt good.  In fact when Vinicius
stopped he was disappointed.
     Vinicius, he quickly discovered, was only shifting his position again.
Now he had both of his feet at the small of his back.  Placing both soles
firmly against his back with his heels just above his underwear, Vinicius
began to massage Aaron's back muscle, not unlike a person would do with
their hands.  Aaron's back was hot and sweaty, and Vinicius's feet slid
over his skin with a gentle, almost unnoticed touch with the natural
lubricant.  As he continued slowly massaging Aaron's back with his feet, he
increased the pressure, so that gradually the feather-like touch became a
firm massage.
     Aaron copied his actions.  The boy's dark, sweaty skin seemed so
satiny smooth under his toes and the balls of his feet.  As he worked his
feet in a tight circular pattern over Vinicius's back, he could feel the
boy's sweat.  The Latino boy's transpiracao against his feet and the feel
of his new friend's own hot feet massaging his back were sending ripples of
excitement through Aaron's perspiring flesh.  His entire body seemed to
have a warm glow and to be tingling with excitement.  He noticed the
sensation seemed to be particularly strong in his groin.
     Vinicius's feet moved farther along so that he was now massaging the
upper muscles of Aaron's back and his shoulders.  They then slowly began to
move back down, following the curvature of his body down to the small of
his back.  He felt Vinicius's warm hands on his butt over his underwear.
Slowly they moved up to his back, and then Vinicius's fingers began to slip
under the elastic band.  At first Aaron was going to object, but what they
were doing felt so good, and Vinicius seemed to know what he was doing.
Even though they had only met an hour ago, Aaron trusted him completely and
decided to let him continue.  After all, they were both boys so it wasn't
as if he was going to reveal something that Vinicius didn't have himself.
     Slowly Vinicius eased his underwear down over his hips with Aaron
helping by raising his body.  Vinicius then hooked his toes about the
elastic band and pushed the underwear down and off Aaron's feet.  Aaron
decided to do the same.  It was awkward at first, and the boys giggled at
his clumsy attempts, but he finally managed to get Vinicius's briefs off
also.  As the two young preteens lay there back to back, Vinicius's feet
began to massage Aaron's exposed butt.  Aaron quickly did the same,
massaging Vinicius's soft, smooth ass with his feet.  As Aaron twisted and
glanced over, he saw that the skin of his new friend's butt was almost the
same colour as the rest of his body.  In comparison he had a very definite
tan line across his back and below his rump, which was a very pale pink
compared to the rest of his body.
     Vinicius's large toe began to follow Aaron's sweaty ass crack, slowly
sliding up from the peritoneum above his balls, slowly wedging between his
soft cheeks, and finally pausing right on his tiny butthole.  He slowly
massaged the little pucker with his big toe, and then pressed down and
wedged it open!  Aaron felt a wave of stimulation pass through his anus and
up through his rectum and across to his groin.  The young blond singer had
never felt anything like it before, and it was absolutely marvellous.
     Aaron quickly slipped his large toe along Vinicius's butt crack, eager
to give him the same pleasure.  His crack felt even sweatier and warmer
than the rest of his body and Aaron felt strange running his toe along the
sweaty crevice.  He reached Vinicius's asshole and rubbed his toe against
it, causing Vinicius to squirm with pleasure.  Inhaling deeply and
nervously, he slowly pressed his toe against the hot little hole and he
felt it open up eagerly to his probing digit.  As he slipped the tip of his
toe into the hot, moist cavity, a strange feeling passed over him and he
trembled with excitement.  Aaron was surprised to feel his dink begin to
swell and the tip begin to itch furiously.  It was a marvellous feeling.
He slipped his toe in further, and was delighted as Vinicius did likewise.
His young body grew still hotter and began to sweat even more.
     Then removing his toe, Vinicius told Aaron to roll over.  Vinicius,
with his back still to him, began to massage his smooth, flat stomach with
his feet.  He slowly began to move upward, pausing to slip his large toe
into Aaron's belly button and to twirl it around until Aaron was convulsed
with laughter.  He continued, slipping his sweat slick toes along Aaron's
chest, massaging his breasts, and then running his large toe over Aaron's
little nipples, which quickly grew hard and began to tingle and itch like
his penis was.  Aaron closed his eyes and inhaled deeply as he quivered and
squirmed with the strange new sensations passing over him.  He enjoyed the
new sensation for a while, and then he told Vinicius to roll over so he
could do the same to him.
     Vinicius readily agreed.  Aaron ran both feet, now hot and slippery
with both his and Vinicius's sweat, over the Latino boy's thin chest,
massaging his boy breasts and running them over his ribs.  He rubbed his
toes against Vinicius's little cinnamon nipples until they became as hard
as his own.  The young blond singer ran his feet along Vinicius' chest for
a while longer, massaging his soft breasts and his hard little teats as
Vinicius had done to him, and then he moved down over his narrow waist and
stuck his toe in the boy's golden-brown navel.  An idea came to his head, a
mischievous, exciting idea.  Wondering if he should do it, he hesitated for
only a moment.  The worst that would happen would be Vinicius would move
his body away if he didn't like it.  Aaron inhaled deeply, and holding his
breath, he continued on down, down over Vinicius's flat stomach, on over
his soft, hairless pubes, until his toe touched Vinicius's penis.  It was
hard and hot and sticking out, just as was Aaron's.  He ran his toe down
farther, finding the young boy's sweaty, silky smooth balls.  Aaron
massaged them with his toe for a few moments, and then unable to resist, he
returned to his stiff dick.  It jerked excitedly as his toe touched it.  He
slowly rubbed his toe up and down it, from where it joined Vinicius's body
to his sensitive pee hole, causing it to jerk all the more.
     Vinicius finally rolled over, and Aaron knew what he had in mind.
Sure enough his hot feet slid over his stomach, and his toes found Aaron's
genitals.  He giggled and squirmed as Vinicius ran his hot toes along his
pubes and then touched his penis with the largest toe as he had done.  His
little erection jerked and wagged like the tail on a happy and excited
puppy dog.  Vinicius began to slide his feet back up, up along his chest,
and then he rolled over so he was facing Aaron.  His feet continued to move
up, no longer touching, until they were in front of Aaron's face.  He felt
Vinicius's hot breath against the back of his feet.  Suddenly he felt
something moist.
     Lifting himself up, he glanced down.  Vinicius was licking his feet!
That felt so weird, and so hot!  His little pee-er was jerking wildly with
the erotic sensation of having his feet licked.  Laying back down on his
side, he looked at the feet before him. They were butterscotch like the
rest of Vinicius's body and narrow, much narrower than Aaron's.  The toes
were compact, snug against each other, forming a gradual slant from the
largest to the smallest.  He brought his face closer and inhaled
cautiously.  They had a woody smell, reminding him of the smell of willow,
a pleasant smell.  Sticking out his tongue, he slowly bent his head forward
and touched the back of Vinicius's foot with the tip of this tongue.  It
was a strange taste, sweaty and woodsy.  He licked quickly, and finding it
pleasant, he licked for a longer time.  It was a unique taste, the taste of
a hot Latino boy.
     Vinicius paused to concentrate on the sensation of his new friend
exploring his feet and on the odour and beauty of the foot before him.  He
was a shoe shine boy.  He knew feet.  Actually, in his boredom he had made
the study of feet his hobby, their size, their shape, their odour, and if
he could their feel.  Aaron's feet had the very distinct odour of his
sweat, a delightful fragrance that reminded Vinicius of a Portuguese
sausage that he had sometimes purchased for his midday meal.  They even had
a hint of the same taste.
     Aaron's feet were wide and his toes were spaced apart, all five
although the spaces between the first and second, and between the second
and third were the largest.  His feet were also very tender, and very soft,
feet that were not accustomed to a hard life.  Vinicius bent forward and
ran his tongue along the underside of the young blond boy's toes, running
his tongue along them as a boy might run a stick along a picket fence.  He
began with the outermost tips, and then ran his tongue back along the
centre of the pink digits, and finally back along the crevice between the
toes and the foot proper.  These beautiful, delicious boy feet made his
saliva flow copiously, and he allowed it to collect in his mouth.  He then
dribbled a small amount out over the top of the small toes and watched it
run down and between them.  Using his tongue to work his spittle into the
soft, pink skin and between the toes, he did one foot and then the other.
Finishing with the second foot, he returned to the first and licked up the
drool he had left, now flavoured with Aaron's unique taste.
     Taking his lead from Vinicius, Aaron tried to copy the boy's actions.
This was the wildest experience he had ever had.  He ran his tongue over
Vinicius's largest toe, tracing the four sides of his nail, and then
running his tongue along the bulbous tip before descending under it.  He
licked down the digit and then up along the outer side and back down the
other, wedging his tongue between the large and second toe.  He then moved
on to the second, giving it the same thorough lick, nail, underside, right
and left sides.  From smallest to largest of the one foot, from largest to
smallest of the other, he delighted in this new found pleasure.
     He then felt Vinicius slip his mouth over his largest toe and begin
sucking on it.  At the same time Vinicius's hand slipped up along the
outside of his thigh, following the soft curvature to his hip, and then
over the hip bone and down along the crease between his thigh and groin.
He paused just where Aaron's testicle joined his body and slipped his
fingertips across his naked pubes.  He massaged the eleven-year-old's
hairless pubes for a few moments, and then slipped his fingers back down
that damp, warm crevice to Aaron's tiny, hairless testicles.  He massaged
them gently, stretching their skin and scratching it between his thumb and
forefinger.
     Aaron inhaled sharply and held his breath as he felt Vinicius finally
reach up and slip his fingers about Aaron's rigid little penis.  He
squeezed it gently and rolled it between his thumb and four fingers.
Gently slipping his fingers to the tip, he tightened his grip and slowly
began to draw back the skin, slowly revealing Aaron's tiny, reddish knob.
Aaron trembled.  Although he had done that himself before, it felt so
strange having someone else doing that to him.  Aaron's body tensed as he
felt his knob, normally encased in his foreskin, being exposed to the air.
It was not the first time that it had been exposed.  Aaron occasionally did
what Vinicius was doing to himself, usually when he was in bed under the
blankets before going to sleep.
     Aaron reached over to Vinicius and ran his hands along the boy's thigh
as Vinicius had done to him.  His skin felt so smooth, so silky to his
touch.  He slipped his hands down along the crevice as Vinicius had done,
and was surprised how damp with sweat it was.  He ran his fingers over the
boy's naked pubes, pale pink fingers against his butterscotch brown skin.
They moved on down to those sensitive, delicate orbs and he rolled them in
their loose, sweating sac.  He finally dared to touch the Latino boy's most
private part and was delighted to find he was still hard.  His penis felt
so small, so thin and so hot.  It felt very strange holding another boy's
penis, so different from holding his own even though in size they were
almost identical.
     Unlike Aaron, Vinicius was uncircumcised.  Aaron glanced down as he
slowly drew back the boy's skin.  His cock was the same butterscotch brown
as the rest of his body.  Stretching the skin right back, Aaron studied the
boy's exposed knob and was delighted to note it looked very much like his
own other than in colour.  The knob was slightly darker, closer to the
colour of his new friend's teats.  Aaron slowly eased the skin back up and
then he began to slip his fingers up and down the hot, stiff little cock,
just as he had worked his fingers up and down his own before he fell
asleep.  His dick felt delightful being massaged that way, and even more
delightful being massaged by someone else, and he hoped that Vinicius felt
the same way as he did.  Doing it to someone else and having them do it to
you was far better than just doing it to yourself quietly and secretly in
bed so nobody would hear.
     The two boys lay there side by side, facing each other as they sucked
toe and fiddled with each other's little pricklet.  They squirmed and
sighed with the delight of both pleasing and being pleased, with the
pleasure of having both their feet and their little pricks stimulated and
the pleasure of doing the same to another boy.  Aaron involuntarily curled
his toes with the intense and unique pleasure rippling through his body.
Vinicius did the same.  Feeling their little organs growing numb and tingly
as if they had fallen asleep, they paused with uncertainty until the
feeling subsided.  Unable to resist the pleasure, they began anew, and
again as the numbness returned they stopped once more.
     Gradually the two boys became more and more aroused, and they began to
lick and suck on each other's feet more vigorously as the feelings in their
groins became more intense.  Neither boy had ever gone this far on their
own, and the intense pleasure and the maddening itch and the ache to
continue whenever they stopped drove them on.  The continually increasing
tension was addictive, and neither boy could stop if he had wanted to.
Dark butterscotch brown fingers pumped up and down on the light
pink-skinned boy tube while soft pink fingers wanked the dark butterscotch
brown one.  Rose-red lips kissed and slipped over dark, curled toes and
sucked on them hungrily.  Brown lips slipped over the satiny back of pink
feet and a red tongue wedged between pink curled toes with lust-driven
eagerness.
     As the two boys approached the final and ultimate high that neither
had yet experienced, their tension grew and their nerves became taught
until finally and suddenly the ever tightening spring uncoiled.  The two
boys inhaled sharply as a sharp thrill ran up their little stiff erections.
Their burning little peeholes opened and closed as they desperately tried
to pee and they began to buck uncontrollably as if seized by a fit, jerking
their hips to and fro on the mats as a tremor ran up their thighs.  The two
preteens gasped for breath as their bodies shook with a violence never
before felt.  Waves of undescribable pleasure rippled through their
swollen, irritated cocklets causing them to jerk and to throb and to try
desperately to pee.  Waves of pleasure rippled through their flushed bodies
and through their young minds.  Finally they collapsed in total awe of
their first orgasms.
     They lay there for a long time afterward, recovering, relaxing,
enjoying, and wondering what had happened to them.  It was an awesome,
frightening experience, one they did not understand, but one that had
brought them pleasure like they had never felt before.  Finally recovering,
mentally and physically, they dressed in silence and headed back for the
gym.
     "Where are you sleeping?"
     "Over there, by the blue pennant.  You?"
     "Over there."
     "Maybe we can have our cots moved together."
     "Let's."
     The two new friends grinned and set off to seek permission.  They were
not prepared to be turned down.  Both young boys knew that night, in the
dark, under the blankets, after everyone had gone to sleep, they would have
to try this wonderful new experience again.  When you are eleven and a boy,
life can be particularly grand and adventurous.