Date: Mon, 05 Sep 2005 00:46:44 -0600
From: Dream Spinner <authorsix@hotmail.com>
Subject: "Aaron the Country Music Critic" (t/t, celeb, spank, B and D)

Caution/Welcome.  Aaron, taking a holiday break after the American leg of
his Jukebox Tour, heads off to Calgary, Alberta, where he takes in the
Canadian Country Music Awards, and where he meets up with two hot young
country and western singers who don't take kindly to his joking about their
style of music.  Although incorporating many real facts, this story does
not reflect nor imply a real event nor the real sexuality of these hot
young performers.  If you do not like reading gay fantasies about teenage
celebrities, spanking, and some mild B and D, this is where you stop and
hit the back or delete key and wait for the next story.  This is the
forty-seventh of standalone stories in a series of Aaron and Friends fanfic
gay fantasies and chronologically follows the story "A Visit to Doctor
Redderik."  This story is posted at gay adult story sites for the purpose
of adult entertainment.  Permission is not given to copy electronically for
the purpose of redistribution or posting at sites other than described
without the permission of the author.  Comments can be sent to the author
J.O. Dickingson at authorsix@hotmail.com

		      AARON THE COUNTRY MUSIC CRITIC

     Aaron leaned back and sighed deeply.  He could not remember when he
had last felt so relaxed, and it was fucking fantastic.  He had really
needed this break away from everything. The pressures of coming up with new
lyrics and new moves that would attract and keep his fan base, sleeping in
strange hotel rooms and the back of his tour bus as he crisscrossed the
country performing this summer instead of kicking back and enjoying the
summer like most boys his age, and now gearing up for the last leg of his
Jukebox Tour in Japan was a lot for a fifteen-year-old boy to handle.  Add
to the pressures of his career the pressure every celebrity has, being
unable to walk down the street without some mother with her awe-struck
twelve-year-old prostitot with low-cut jeans and belly shirt in tow
intercepting him and shoving a scrap of paper in his face for an autograph.
And if that was not enough, there was his parents public dog fight and
acrimonious divorce that he had gotten dragged into.
     And then there was his own personal life.  First there was the very
public spat between Hilary Duff and Lindsay Lohan over him, putting him on
the spot and making him look like some pimple-faced kid who didn't know a
thing about girls or dating.  Of course he didn't, but the whole world
didn't have to know.  As for the true love of his life, he and Jesse were
having greater and greater difficulty getting together as they tried to
establish themselves in the entertainment world, which was putting a major
strain on their love life.  At least they were both mature enough not to
let their love for each other limit their sexual activities.  For Aaron
with his raging hormones and fascination with all things sexual that would
have been particularly devastating.  It would be just as devastating for
Jesse with his awesome good looks and bedroom eyes that turned the heads of
either sex.  Of course being actively gay brought its own problems and
pressures.  It was not easy being gay in the United States, and it was even
more difficult when you were a teenager and a celebrity besides like Aaron
was.  His fan base was ninety percent female, and of that almost totally
preteens or newly turned teens.  If they or their doting moms found out he
liked guys his career would be over.
     It was no wonder he had come close to having a nervous breakdown.
Fortunately his PR Agent, Mike Ryan, had noticed and had convinced his
parents he had to take a break.  Of course each parent had wanted him to
spend some time with them, so they could continue to plead their case why
he should side with them, and his mother had a major fit when Mike said
that he needed a break away from them as well as his career.  For a few
moments it looked like he was about to be fired.  Fortunately she had her
own problems to deal with at the time, and she trusted Mike, both with
Aaron's career, and with Aaron personally.  If she only knew the
relationship they had developed!
     It was Mike's idea that they go to Banff for a bit of a holiday.  It
was a brilliant idea and once Mike showed him the travel brochures on the
mountain resort Aaron was looking forward to it.  The stop first in Calgary
to catch the Canadian Country Music awards was not so high on his list, but
that had been the trump card Mike had played with his parents, saying that
something so totally different would be good for Aaron's creative side, and
heaven knows, his parents didn't want to see that dry up, or more
appropriately, the money it brought in.  They of course quickly bought in,
and if it meant getting away for a break Aaron was willing to do anything.
Actually, walking down Steven Avenue in downtown Calgary earlier that day
totally unnoticed and unhindered like just some ordinary teenager was
awesome.  Even at the award ceremonies that evening at the Pengrowth
Saddledome the reporters totally ignored him and he was able to sit back
and relax and just enjoy the music and excitement without being part of it.
The music and performances were not anything like he was used to, but he
appreciated talent and good music and enjoyed it all the same.
     Mike had gotten himself invited to one of the many private parties
afterward, and Aaron tagged along.  That was rather funny, he usually being
the one invited out and Mike being the one that did the tagging along as
his agent and bodyguard.  Filling his plate with hors d'oeuvres, Aaron
glanced around the room.  Mike was chatting it up with some good-looking,
redheaded, muscular, wrangler type in a leather vest and cowboy hat, the PR
agent friend who had invited him.  He was glad.  Mike had confessed to him
on the flight up to Canada that his relationship with Lance Bass was
waning.  Lance was smoking and drinking too much for his liking and they'd
started getting into arguments about it, serious arguments as lovers do.
Mike needed a distraction as much as he did, and Aaron could not think of a
better distraction than the hunk Mike was presently talking to.  It was
mostly an older crowd, Mike's age or older.  Standing over to one side
snacking and talking were two guys conspicuous in being younger, around
twenty Aaron figured, and both particularly good-looking, and with their
tight jeans, obviously sporting nice size packages.  Wearing tight,
revealing jeans was one aspect of country and western Aaron was
appreciating.  He headed in their direction.
     "Hi," he greeted.
     "Hi," they both responded.
     "Cool party."
     "Yeah, it is."
     "And great eats."
     "Especially great eats," the younger-looking of the two, a blue-eyed
dirty blond in a white Stetson and a bright blue and yellow block western
shirt, said with a broad smile that set Aaron's hormones flowing.
     "I'm Aaron," Aaron introduced, extending his hand, using the
opportunity to lower his eyes and check out the stranger's package more
closely.  He would not mind getting into his jeans at all.
     "Adam," said the younger of the two, shaking Aaron's hand.  He had a
firm handshake, the handshake of a cowboy.
     "Tyler," introduced the other, also blue-eyed but with thick brown
hair.  He nodded and shrugged apologetically, holding a paper plate in one
hand and his drink in the other.  He had a fuller face than Adam who had a
lean, cowboy looking appearance, and was wearing a pair of leather pants, a
tie-dyed shirt with an open vest, and the wide belt with large oval western
buckle that was mandatory for any true country and western singer.  Aaron
would readily get it on with either one of them even though they were four
or five years older than he was.
     They stood there in awkward silence for a few moments.
     "Awesome ceremony this evening."
     "Oh yeah, some great music."
     "And things moved fast.  I hate it when the presenters are so full of
themselves they go on and on, or when the recipients thank everyone they've
ever known in their acceptance speeches."
     "Oh yeah," the other two agreed.
     "Paul Brandt kept things moving well," observed Tyler.
     "Oh yeah, he's a great M.C.  And I love his music."
     "You've opened for him haven't you, Adam?"
     "Yeah.  That was an awesome experience."
     "So, are you both from around here?"
     "No.  I'm living in Nashville now actually," replied Tyler, "and I'm
originally from Belleville, Ontario."
     "And I'm from Edmonton."
     "Oh.  I had the impression you were good friends."
     "We are," smiled Adam.  "I've known Tyler for a while.  My major label
debut was in Nashville, and I've been on two tours with him and his family.
We've gotten to know each other quite well."
     "Yeah, we're almost like brothers."  The two exchanged smiles and
Aaron could not help speculating just how well they had gotten to know each
other.  He knew what it was like to be horny and on the road and there was
something about the smiles they had exchanged that hinted at something
clandestine.
     "What about you?"
     "Me?  Oh no.  I'm just up here in Canada on a bit of a break.  I'm
living in Marathon at the moment.  The Florida Keys."
     "The Keys?  My dad and I go fishing down there. Awesome place,"
observed Tyler.
     "Small world."
     "Yeah.  I love the ocean."
     "Yeah, me too," said Aaron, "boating, scuba diving, anything to do
with the water actually."
     "You like to dive?  So do I.  My family and I try to get down to the
Cayman Islands once a year."
     "I'm hoping to get some diving in when I'm on tour in Japan later this
month."
     "Yeah?  I was in Japan on tour back in 2000, but I wasn't as much into
scuba diving then as I am now," observed Tyler.  "I would have been around
your age too.  Sixteen."
     "I'll be sixteen in three months."
     "Well," observed Adam, holding up the last of his hors d'oeuvres, "I
don't know what these are, but I'm going back for some more."
     "You and me both," agreed Tyler.  "Don't know what they are either,
but they sure beat the diet of corn dogs I've been on with all the fairs
I've been performing at this summer."
     "Or elephant ears," added Aaron.
     "Or porkchop on a stick," contributed Adam.
     "Yeww," the other two grimaced.
     As they headed for the hor d'oeuvre table, Aaron wondered how he could
get the conversation back to Mike and Randal.  What he did not see were his
two new friends checking out his backside and exchanging glances with each
other.  Being one of the few young guys at the party and good looking on
top of it, they could not help having noticed him, and they had noticed him
checking them out besides.  You don't have to be in the entertainment
business to notice that look and know what it means when it is one guy
doing it to another.
     "So you know about corn dogs and elephant ears?" asked Tyler as the
three boys found a table and sat down.
     "Oh yeah.  I've been doing my share of state fairs this summer too.
I've just finished a five-week fifteen state tour."
     "And you're off to Japan?"
     "Yeah, I'm there for a week, the eighteenth to the twenty-fourth."
     "Fabulous."
     "Yeah," agreed Tyler as he studied Aaron.  "You know, I hope you don't
take offense, but, your face is familiar but I can't place the name."
     "That's all right," Aaron said with a smile.  "To be honest, your
faces and names don't mean anything to me.  I'm not really into country and
western and there's not much cause for our paths to cross.  I'm Aaron
Carter."
     "Ah, of course.  Pop music.  I'm Tyler Wilkinson.  My dad and sister
and I perform together.  Like I said, I'm from Ontario, but we've been
living in the US since '97 on a performance visa."
     "And I'm Adam Gregory," Adam introduced himself again.
     "So, you said you were up here on a break?"
     "Yeah.  I've been a bit stressed out lately.  My agent that's him over
there," Aaron indicated with a nod after looking around and locating him,
"suggested I get away.  I'm here tonight because he got invited to the
party by the guy he's talking to actually."
     "Hmm, his friend is one of the top agents in country and western."
     "So you're being straight with us?" asked Tyler with a smile.  "Your
agent's not really trying a make a deal for you to break into the country
and western field."
     "You've maybe decided to try some challenging music instead?" added
Adam with a grin.
     "And just happened to drop in at the awards to pick up some hints on
how to sing good music?"
     "Wheall, Ah'll tell y'all the truth, pawdners," replied Aaron,
adopting a Texas drawl.  "It dawn't take no skill to write country and
western lyrics.  Or ta sing them fo' that matter."
     "Oh yeah," replied his two new friends with amusement.
     "Sure," replied Aaron, enjoying the friendly banter.  "All you have to
do is have an adenoid problem and callused fingertips to strum a guitar.
And after you've heard one western song you've heard the theme for them
all."
     "Is that so?"
     Aaron thought for a moment, and then strumming his fingertips across
his thigh, he sang in a nasal voice, "Oh Lordy me, what bad luck, someone
has stole my Chevy truck, an' tied in the box was my dog Blu-ue, whom I'm
going to miss tru-ue, I'd shoot the varmint who dealt me this blooow, but
my twenty-two was in the windooow, behind my girl Peggy Sue, whom now I
think 'bout it the varmint stole too, but at least I still have my true
love, my trusty old pinto, Lonesome Dove."
     "I think this boy's insulting us."
     "I think this boy needs to be taken down a peg or two."
     "Taken outside and dunked in the horse trough."
     "Tied to the hitching post and horse whipped."
     "Tickled until he apologizes."
     "Hey, my feet have suffered enough being squeezed in these cowboy
boots."
     "This boy definitely needs to be taken behind the barn."
     "I think that's where the varmint took Peggy Sue."
     The boys could not help laugh.
     "I got the perfect punishment," concluded Adam.
     "What?"
     "We'll make him take accordion lessons."
     "Oh no!  Please, not that!" cried Aaron in mock horror.  The boys
broke out in laughter again.
     "Well, you seem to be having a good time," Mike observed as he joined
the three.
     "Well, I don't know," replied Aaron. "These two are threatening me
with extreme torture."
     "Oh, in that case since you have plans you won't mind if I split,"
Mike observed with a grin, "Randal and I were thinking of leaving."
     "Hey, sure, you go ahead."
     "Actually, I came to see if you minded us dropping you off at the
hotel."
     Aaron glanced at his two new companions.  "I'd like to hang around
here a bit longer.  I can catch a taxi or whatever."
     "We don't mind dropping you off."
     "That's okay.  I'll be fine."
     "We'll see that he gets to his hotel safe and sound," Tyler offered.
     "Sure, no problem," agreed Adam, "after we teach him to have some
respect for country and western music."
     "Well, we could stay a bit longer," Mike said, glancing at his
companion.  Aaron was his responsibility.
     "Hey, I'm not exactly helpless, Mike.  Stop fretting over me like a
mother hen and go have some fun," Aaron admonished.
     Mike hesitated, and even after assurances again from Adam and Tyler
that they'd see Aaron got back to his hotel, Mike was prepared to forgo his
own pleasure out of his sense of duty.  That was the type of guy he was.
It was only after Aaron insisted he leave that he did so, and even then he
did so reluctantly.  As the two men headed for the door the three boys
watched them leave.
     "Hope your friend knows what sort of fun he's getting into," observed
Adam.
     "What do you mean?"
     "Well," Adam said, looking over at Tyler, "Randal is one of the best
agents there is, but I don't think he and your friend are leaving to talk
business."
     "Well, probably not, but so?"
     "Well, let's just say Randal gives a different meaning to the phrase
ride'm cowboy," replied Adam with a knowing smile.
     Aaron understood immediately and smiled, happy for Mike, and even
happier seeing the possibility of an opening for himself.  "Oh, in that
case I think Mike knows exactly what sort of fun is awaiting him."  The
three boys pictured the two men and each felt a stirring in his jeans.
They were young and healthy after all.  "So, you two are okay with Randal
being, well, you know."
     "Sure.  Just because this is an ultra conservative province and
country and western singers are probably a notch more homophobic than the
average citizen, it doesn't mean we all are."
     "Yeah.  Take k.d. lang for example," Adam said, referring to Alberta's
famous lesbian country and western singer.
     "Thanks, but she's not my type," Aaron replied.
     "Well, not unless you got different plumbing than I think you have."
     "Oh, I'm all guy," Aaron replied with a grin.  He would more than
readily let Adam and Tyler check out his plumbing, and wondered how he
could let them know without being blatant about it.  "Not that that means
anything in itself.  Where I come from there is just as great a chance in
the entertainment field that a guy is either gay or bi as there is that he
is straight," he hinted
     "Not that there's anything wrong with that," added Tyler with a grin,
repeating a famous line from the popular television program "The Jerry
Seinfelt Show" and causing the others to laugh.
     "Actually there isn't," Aaron quickly observed.  "I'm cool with guys
who like guys."  To hint any stronger he'd have to hit them over the head
with a plank.
     He did not have to do that.  Adam and Tyler could not help glance at
each other as they wondered how much of what Aaron had been saying was the
truth and how much was just a front trying to act mature and with it.
"Well, you rockers and rappers live far wilder lives than us simple country
and western singers," Tyler observed tongue in cheek and Aaron knew from
the tone and the smile that he was being teased.  What he did not know was
that Tyler was also testing him to see how he would react.
     "Well, to tell the truth, when you're horny it don't much matter what
sex your partner is," Aaron dared to venture, the conversation making him
want to get it on with the two even more than ever and emboldening him to
make such a risky statement.  "Which reminds me, speaking of horny, how do
you get a country and western singer horny?"
     "How?"
     "Mooo, mooo, mooo."
     "Oh this boy does need to be taught a lesson," groaned Tyler, "and I'm
not thinking accordion."
     "Forget the lesson.  I'm thinking a lynching at high noon."
     "Well, at least then we can say with certainty that the boy's hung."
     The three laughed, followed by an awkward pause.  "So . . . ,"
ventured Adam, "you two interested in splitting and having some of our own
fun?  I have an uncle who has a quiet, secluded place just out of the city
and I know he isn't going to be home."
     "Sure," Aaron and Tyler replied without a second of hesitation.
     Adam had in fact been invited to spend the night there, and had been
told to bring a friend if he wished.  As he pulled into the yard forty-five
minutes later, he drove right up to the hay barn.  For what he had in mind
he didn't want to risk doing it in the house.
  He'd had forty-five minutes to think about it, and he knew Tyler well
enough to know he'd agree with his plan.  The two boys had gotten to know
each other particularly well on a couple horny and very lonely nights
during their last tour together.  As they climbed up into the hay loft,
Aaron thought of his introduction to gay sex with Justin Berfield during
his vacation at Pineview Farm in just such a loft when he was thirteen.
That seemed a long time ago but the treasured memory was fresh in his mind
and caused his dick to swell as he recalled it.
     "So what do you figure we should do first?" asked Tyler, all three
boys knowing they were there for one reason and one reason only, the same
reason Mike and Randal had split.
     "Well, considering the boy's earlier statement, I think we'd better
check out his plumbing first to be sure we really are dealing with a boy."
     "Suits me," Tyler responded, and the two older boys grabbed Aaron and
wrestled him to the hay-covered floor.
     After a bit of playful wrestling around in which Aaron pulled off
Tyler's open vest, Adam got the younger boy's arms pinned behind him and
Tyler quickly unbuttoned his shirt.  As they slipped it off Aaron, he
seized the opportunity to pull open the snaps of Adam's shirt.  His chest
was delightfully smooth and firm.  Pinning his arms behind his back again,
Adam felt himself beginning to get aroused as Tyler removed Aaron's new
cowboy boots, taking his socks with them.  As he began to tickle his bare
feet Aaron twisted and jerked about so furiously, he once again broke out
of Adam's grasp.  In the ensuing struggle he managed to get Adam's and
Tyler's shirts off and a few good gropes of the two older boys, not that
they put up a major fight, before they pinned his arms down again, this
time Tyler holding them.  As Adam pulled down Aaron's fly, all three boys
felt twitches of desire in their jeans, and as he pulled them down to
reveal the bulge in Aaron's blue nylon Nystrom boxers, all three boys were
partially erect.
     As they paused for breath, Adam spotted a narrow six-foot long cedar
board leaning up against the wall, and a loop of rope hanging on a nail
beside it, probably left over from the recently repaired railing.  He
quickly got up and retrieved them.  "Let's tie him up so we can both tickle
him at the same time."
     "Excellent idea."
     It was not that long before they had Aaron with his arms stretched out
on each side and strapped to the cedar plank like Jesus on the cross, and
which they hung from the rafters so Aaron's feet were just barely touching
the floor.  Of course with his feet free, he began to kick and to swing
back and forth, attempting to knock the two boys over and to wrap his legs
about them in a scissors hold.  That of course lead to the accusation Aaron
was so horny he was trying to hump them, an accusation he made no effort to
deny.  They soon had his boxers off and his legs spread-eagled and tied to
hay bales on either side.  As a finishing touch, Adam looped his cowboy
string tie about Aaron's partially erect dick below his flanged knob and
drawing it tight and using binder twine he tied the ends of his tie to the
railing.
     "Now then, let's hear you sing for us," Adam said, running the tips of
his fingers along Aaron's naked ribs, causing him to strain in his bonds
and begin to laugh as he began his nasal rendition of Peggy Sue.
     Tyler joined in on the other side, running his fingers along Aaron's
side and up to his finely haired and sweat damp armpit.  Aaron strained and
laughed even harder and never made it past the third line of his song.  The
boys continued until tears were rolling down his cheeks and his voice was
hoarse and his two tormenters were so horny their stiff dicks were aching.
     "That was for making fun of our music," said Adam.  "Now there's the
matter of that sick mooo joke.  Any ideas Tyler?"
     "Well," Tyler observed after thinking for a moment and studying their
naked captive.  "That was rather childish, and we do have a nicely exposed
backside here just begging for a spanking."  The idea just came to him.  It
was not something he'd ever thought about doing before to a guy, but at the
moment, with Aaron hanging there naked and sweaty, it seemed like the right
thing to do.
     "Great idea.  A most suitable punishment for a child.  You start."
Like Tyler, Adam had never thought of it before either, but the idea
appealed to him also.  When a guy has a bone on, it often takes over his
mind.
     Tyler gave Aaron's right buttock a solid slap.
     "You call that a spank?  Now this is a spank."  Adam slapped Aaron's
left butt with a slightly louder smack.
     "Oh yeah, well I can slap harder than that."  Tyler gave Aaron's right
butt a still more solid slap.
     "Huh, now that's just a love tap," responded Adam, giving Aaron's left
cheek an even harder slap.
     "Ah, guys, there's no need for a contest here.  I'm sure you're both
great at spanking," Aaron interjected, his backside starting to smart but
his semierect dick beginning to swell once again also.  Somehow having the
two older youths slapping his naked backside and the warm feeling pulsating
through his cheeks was erotic.
     "Contest?  There's no contest," responded Tyler with a grin as he
delivered the next slap, hard enough to cause his open palm to tingle and
the blood to begin flowing faster to Aaron's glowing cheeks.
     "Huh, you spank like your sister." Adam play acted, slapping Aaron's
butt with a resounding slap.
     "Oh yeah, how would you know?  You drop your pants for her so she can
spank you?"  Tyler asked, getting so much into the act he forgot himself
and smacked Aaron's ass with all his strength, and he was not a weakling.
     "Yeow!  Guys!"
     "What do you say we step this up a notch?" Adam asked as he began to
remove his belt.
     "Fine with me," Tyler responded as he unbuckled his belt.
     "Ah, guys, do I have a say here?"
     "Sure, what do you have to say?" asked Adam, drawing his belt back and
smacking Aaron's now smarting, tender ass, not being serious of course so
holding back on the delivery, but smacking his ass hard enough to have some
meaning.
     "Yeow!"
     The leather belt left a red strip across his already sensitive and
pink backside.  Adam's stiff dick throbbed with arousal and painfully
bulged out his tight jeans.  As Tyler stepped up, Adam stepped back and
pushed his jeans down, removing them along with his boots and socks.  His
white jockey briefs were tented out and the sight caused Aaron's now erect
cock to throb and jerk with arousal, something that did not escape the
notice of the two boys though they didn't say anything.  As Tyler cracked
his belt against Aaron's backside, holding back like Adam as he didn't want
to cause Aaron any serious pain, his own cock throbbed painfully in his
tight jeans.  Adam stepped forward again and so the two boys took turns
strapping Aaron's ass, hitting him hard enough to cause real pain, but not
that hard as to cause any permanent damage.
     It was not the first time Aaron had been tied and spanked, having
suffered similar treatment during a prank at Knotts Berry Farm with Billy
Gilman and Haley Osment, and he had found being tied up and spanked
arousing back then too.  This, however, was the first time anyone had taken
a belt to his backside, and to his surprise and bewilderment, he found it
even more arousing.  Each time the belt struck he jerked his hips forward
and as he drew back Adam's tie tightened about his now aching and throbbing
cock, allowing him to draw back only so far.  His ass smarted with pain,
which he found not unlike the pain of having a throbbing, aching cock that
he could not bring off.  Somehow in the process in his brain the pain
became a throbbing pleasure, and the throbbing pleasure of his cock was
matched by the throbbing of his glowing ass.  He wondered if Jesse would do
this to him next time they had time together.
     As for Tyler and Adam, the two youths had messed around with each
other before, but they had never experimented with spanking or strapping,
and this was the first time they'd ever done anything with a third person.
They were surprised how erotic it was, how tying someone up and strapping
their bare butt could turn them on.  The fact that Aaron was turned on by
it, and that Adam was also from the bulge in his briefs, had Tyler swollen
and aching to get one off also, and the bulge in his tight blue jeans was
obvious to the other two boys.
     It was a warm summer night, and hot and stuffy in the hay loft, and
the three boys were soon perspiring again, especially Tyler and Adam.  A
year and two and a half months older than Adam, nineteen-year-old Tyler was
heavier set and sweat was trickling down his smooth chest and down his
sides from his sweat-damp pits.  His tight jeans pinching his swollen
balls, he finally removed his jeans like Adam had done.  As he drew back
and slapped his belt across Aaron's smarting backside, his stiff cock
slipped out of the fly of his green plaid boxers as if to watch.  It was
long and thick with a prominent blue vein running down the underside.  As
Tyler stepped aside to give Adam a turn, Aaron caught a glimpse of his huge
cock and the fifteen-year- old ached to feel it up his ass.
     "Well, I think we've punished him enough," Adam panted, his breathing
laboured from his exertion and with arousal.  Spanking and then whipping
the naked teenager with his belt had been, to his surprise, highly erotic,
and the sight of Tyler's stiff cock sticking up out of his boxers was proof
that Tyler had found it arousing also.  It was not the first time Adam had
seen Tyler's cock erect.  Aaron had been right about the two of them
getting it off with each other on tour, the two boys preferring girls but
under the reality of being a celebrity and consumed by their careers, they
had found providing each other pleasure and easing each other's itch in the
absence of an alternative was just as pleasurable.  His forehead was beaded
with sweat and the tuft of hair just below the V of his neck was plastered
to his otherwise smooth, muscular chest.  The sweet, musty fragrance of hay
was intermingled with the sharp, stinky fragrance of teenage sweat.  "What
do you say, you ready to apologize?" he asked as he stepped up to Aaron and
ran a finger over his swollen glans.  Aaron immediately tensed and groaned
with the sharp shock of stimulation. "Was that a yes?" Adam teased, running
his fingertip along the rim of his glans and causing Aaron to groan again.
     "Oh God," he gasped as Adam slowly stroked his glans still once again.
He ached to get off a load, and it was only the tight knot behind his glans
that stopped him from shooting off then and there.
     "A simple apology is all we need," Adam said.  "You needn't call me
God."
     "Yes, yes, I apologise.  Just untie that loop about my dick and let me
shoot and I'll do anything you want."
     "Really?" Adam asked, running his finger along the glans and driving
Aaron to shrieks.
     "I think we better before he bursts a blood vessel," observed Tyler.
     "Or a ball," Adam suggested with a grin.
     Untying the binder twine and loosening his tie, Adam knelt beside
Aaron and ran a fingertip over his swollen, sweaty balls.  Tyler dropped to
the other side and did likewise.  A few seconds later Aaron began shooting.
The boys had not had a chance to even touch his cock.  Rope after rope of
pent up semen spurted from Aaron's wildly thrashing cock, sending streamers
through the air in every direction.
     "Now that is a load!" Tyler remarked in awe.
     "And some distance!" Adam observed admiringly.
     "Oh yeah," agreed Tyler.  Aaron's cock continued to jerk up and down
even though he'd done shooting.  The last streamer clung to the tip of his
swollen cockhead and swayed in the air.  The two boys looked at the long
pendant of cum and simultaneously reached down and groped themselves.  "God
do I have to get one off!" Tyler groaned, expressing the need of both of
them.
     "So I noticed," Adam replied huskily as he glanced at his friend's
stiff cock jutting out of his boxers.  The front of Adam's briefs was damp
with pre-cum that had soaked through the cotton and the knob of his stiff
cock was slick with the clear slime.  The two boys looked at Aaron.  "Heads
or tails?" he asked, a question that had taken on special meaning between
the two of them after their first night of sex together.
     "Tails."
     "Then I'll take heads."
     Untying the ropes about the beam and then untying Aaron's wrists, Adam
stood in front of him and Tyler stepped up behind him.  Adam pushed down
his briefs and Aaron's gaze dropped to his thick, stiff, seven inch cock
and low hung balls hanging below his curly bush.  The knob was slick with
pre-cum and Aaron licked his hips hungrily.  Dropping to his knees, he
reached up and grasped Adam's firm, smooth buttocks and lowered his head.
Inhaling the spicy fragrance of the eighteen-year-old's sweaty balls, his
head spun and he wobbled unsteadily on his weak legs.  For the horny pop
singer there was no fragrance more exotic than that of another boy's hot
balls.
     Sticking out his tongue, he ran it over first one ball and then the
other, the salt causing his saliva to flow copiously.  He allowed it to
collect and flow down his tongue and he coated Adam's balls with it, and
then he licked it back up and savouring the uniquely flavoured saliva, he
eagerly swallowed it.  He continued up Adam's stiff shaft, running his
tongue up along the underside to his flanged knob and then up along the
groove on the underside to the tip, delighting first in the taste of cock
and then the taste and slick texture of pre-cum.  He swirled his tongue
about the turgid, pre-cum smeared knob, causing him to tremble with delight
and Adam to tremble also as a fresh dollop of clear nectar oozed out from
the tip.  Aaron eagerly lapped it up with his tongue and the sight of the
horny fifteen-year-old kneeling there in the hay with his deep brown eyes
half closed dreamily and the dollop of pre-cum clinging to his tongue as he
drew it back in his mouth had Adam immediately producing another.
     Tyler could watch no longer, the sight of Aaron hungrily licking
Adam's balls and cock and the sight of the streamer of Adam's pre-cum
linking the tip of his dick and Aaron's moist lips almost having him
cumming without even touching himself.  Kneeling down behind Aaron and
between his legs, he pulled apart Aaron's tenderized ass cheeks and ran a
finger along his butt crack and over his butt hole, causing Aaron to squirm
and to immediately open and close his asshole in anxious anticipation.  The
latter Tyler could not help noticing and he knew that the boy he was about
to fuck was no innocent virgin.
     He caressed Aaron's butthole with his index finger for a minute,
driving both Aaron and himself mad with anticipation, and then copiously
spitting on his index finger, he slowly inserted the tip into Aaron's eager
hole and then gradually inserted it all the way in.  Aaron's sphincter
immediately clamped about the intruding finger and Tyler's cock jerked with
excitement and a dollop of pre-cum oozed out the tip as he thought about
what it was going to be like to sink his cock up the hole his finger was
occupying.  Despite the temptation, he first finger fucked Aaron's rectum
to build up their desires even further, and to prepare Aaron for accepting
something twice as long and three times thicker than his finger.  Finally
withdrawing his finger, he bowed his head and goobered over his thick,
aching cock, coating the bulbous head with lubricating spit.
     Shuffling closer to his backside on his knees and placing the tip of
his cock against Aaron's eager hole, Tyler grasped Aaron's hips and slowly
pushed forward.  Aaron's sphincter immediately relaxed and Aaron pushed out
with his abdominal muscles to assist.  The two grunted and strained and
their breaths came in gasps as Tyler continued to press forward, his
bulbous knob ever so slowly stretching open Aaron's sphincter until it
suddenly popped inside his rectum. The two froze for a minute to enjoy the
sensation, Aaron of having a thick, fat knob stuffing his rectum and Tyler
of having a hot, moist asshole grasping his swollen knob, and to allow
their desires to subside.  It took actually several minutes.  Inhaling
deeply, Tyler grasped Aaron's hips more firmly and ever so slowly began to
sink his long, thick cock further up his asshole.  From the ease with which
Aaron accepted him and the way he assisted him that he was not about to
fuck a virgin was confirmed.  Continuing to sink his seven-inch staff up
Aaron's ass until his coarse hairs were pressed against Aaron's tenderized
asscheeks and his cock was buried up his ass to the hilt, Tyler paused once
again to enjoy the thrill of initial penetration and to once again cool
down.
     Aaron paused also, delighting in having his ass stuffed with a hot,
hard staff of flesh and even more in having another boy sinking his most
private and treasured part up his body.  Accepting another boy up his body
was not an act of submission, but an act of pleasure and of comradery.
There was no other act so intimate and so personal as having one boy shove
his cock deep up the ass of another.  That was unless perhaps going down on
another boy's dick was.  That was exactly what Aaron did next.  With Tyler
firmly planted deep up his ass and about to fuck him, Aaron turned his
attention back to Adam.
     Slipping his hot, moist lips about Adam's flanged knob, he sucked
gently on the sensitive, swollen flesh for a moment, and then slowly began
to descend.  Adam was as well built as Tyler, having close to seven inches,
but Aaron was very well versed in giving head and he had no difficulty
going all the way down on the seventeen-year-old singing star, much to
Adam's surprise and even more to his delight.  With his nose buried in
Adam's curly bush and his lips wrapped about the base of his thick cock,
Aaron deep-throated the teenage Edmontonian.  It was Aaron's first taste of
Canadian cock, and his first Canadian boy, and he was determined to give
him the best blow job of his life, not just for him, but for himself.  He
loved cock more than anything.
     That was clear to Adam as Aaron slowly began to work his lips up and
down his thick, throbbing cock, drawing back until just the top half of his
knob was in Aaron's mouth, and then sinking back down until the tip of his
cock was extending down Aaron's throat.  He could not help but think of the
hot young singer's vocal cords and of his hot, steaming cum coating them,
and it was only Aaron's skill in cock sucking that prevented him from
blowing a load right there.  Aaron knew from the way Adam was gasping for
breath and from the stiffness of his cock that he was ready to cum and he
clamped his lips firmly just below the rim of his knob, cutting off the
desire.  He wanted to enjoy this much longer.
     Tyler wanted to enjoy the night also, and he drew back his hips and
drove them forward again slowly, working his thick cock in and out of
Aaron's tight ass.  The young American singer might be no virgin, but his
ass was still tight as one.  He grasped Aaron's hips for support as he
slowly worked his cock in and out of his ass, delighting in the heat and
moisture of his rectum and the way Aaron's asshole throbbed around his
stiff, aching cock.  Despite his resolve not to come off too soon, he could
not help but speed up his tempo, and as he did he began to sweat again in
the hot, stuffy hay loft.
     Aaron had resolved not to go too fast either, but feeling Tyler
speeding up behind him he could not help but do so also, working his lips
up and down Adam's thick cock more quickly.  His mouth filled with saliva
which he allowed to flow over Adam's cock head to pick up its flavour
before swallowing it.  Adam quivered as he felt Aaron's mouth slipping up
and down his shaft and his saliva flowing over his knob and his breath
became as laboured as that of Aaron and Tyler as he delighted in the
throbbing of his cock and the thrills of stimulation rippling through his
glans.
     Reaching under Aaron, Tyler wrapped his fist about Aaron's still stiff
and impressively large cock and began to slowly stroke it as he worked his
hips to and fro, and Aaron trembled with delight as he felt the
nineteen-year-old's fist working over his stiff cock as he fucked his ass.
And so the three boys sought their pleasure and pleased each other,
bringing Aaron triple the pleasure as he sucked on Adam's throbbing, aching
cock while Tyler thrust his in and out of his burning, itching ass and
pumped his own swollen dick.  All three were again perspiring in the hot,
stuffy loft as they grunted and gasped with pleasure and their approaching
orgasms.
     Adam tensed and warned Aaron what was about to happen, but instead of
drawing off his cock and finishing him off with his fist as Adam had
expected, Aaron drew his lips up to his knob and sucked eagerly on the
turgid bulb.  Seconds later Adam groaned with the ecstasy of his climax as
he began to spurt his load into Aaron's mouth, the young teenager's cum
being thick and copious and quickly filling Aaron's mouth and oozing out
from the corners of his lips.  At the same time Tyler grasped the
fifteen-year-old's recently tanned ass and plunged forward, driving his
aching cock deep up his rectum as he also erupted.  As the older teen's hot
cum flooded the upper reaches of Aaron's rectum, Aaron trembled with the
delight of having another boy plant his seed deep up his body, and with the
delight of his own orgasm as he began to spurt for a second time, but this
time with Tyler's fist tightly gripping his horn.
     He savoured Adam's tart, thick cream and then swallowed it to make
room for more, the slimy load oozing down his throat while the residual
oozed around his chin in two identical streams.  His load spurted out of
his cock and sprayed the hay-covered floor of the loft as Tyler pumped his
ass full of his own teenage cum.  The three boys gasped with the pleasure,
inhaling the warm air of the loft laden with the fragrance of hay, sweat
and fresh cum.  Their heads spun dizzily with their violent explosion, and
their loins grew weak as all the blood in their bodies focussed on their
throbbing cocks while somewhere out there in the country some varmint was
having his way with Peggy Sue.