Date: Sat, 13 Oct 2001 00:00:31
From: Dream Spinner <authorsix@hotmail.com>
Subject: Aaron's Farm Vacation
Caution/Welcome. The following is a gay fantasy about two teen
celebrities, Aaron Carter and Justin Berfield. It does not reflect nor
imply the real sexuality of the two individuals. It has been written in
response to a reader poll at assgm in which readers were asked what
celebrity they would most like a story about, the setting, and which
devices they'd like featured. The second runner-up in the poll was a story
about Aaron Carter, in a barn or forest setting, with no devices. If that
is what you are looking for, read on. 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 Aaron
Carter. Permission is not given to copy electronically for the purpose of
redistribution or posting at sites other than described without the
permission of the author. Comments and story suggestions can be sent to
the author J. O. Dickingson at authorsix@hotmail.com
AARON'S FARM VACATION
"A farm vacation?" Aaron asked. "You have to be kidding!"
"No," replied his mother, Jane Carter. "Your father and I think it would
be a nice break for you."
"What the f-, I mean, what do I know about farming?" the
thirteen-year-old boy asked. He was a decent boy, raised by two caring
parents with sound morals and values, but he was also an international star
and traveled around the world surrounded by adults from stage hands with a
grade eight education to college-educated promoters and investors, and not
all entertainers he associated with were as clean-cut as their PR men made
them out to be either. Booze, drugs and sex often accompanied fame and
fortune. That was the reason his parents wanted him to take some time off
from performing and do something that the average American kid did.
Besides, Aaron was a typical teenager. You had to expect him to pick up
and use the occasional cuss word.
"This brochure tells you all about it," his mother responded, handing him
the colorful pamphlet. "It really sounds great."
"You and Dad coming too?" he asked as he took the brochure.
"No. Actually, we thought it would be a good opportunity for you to mix
with others your age."
"Pineview Farm Youth Vacations?" he asked, reading the title. "Aww, Mom!
A summer camp?" he asked with a loud moan as he ran his fingers through his
fine blond hair. It had grown over the tops of his ears and in the summer
sun had lightened in color. It was about time for a trim. His tour with
his sister Leslie and the A-Teens would be starting in just over two weeks,
on June 16 in Phoenix.
"It's not a camp," she tried to reason. "Just read it over and see what
you think."
"Angel or Leslie coming too?"
"No. They'll likely be going to Grandma and Grandpa's."
Aaron went to his room and flopped down on his bed. A fucking summer
camp! He was thirteen. Thirteen years and five months to be exact. He
opened up the pamphlet. "Has your son or daughter ever smelled fresh mown
hay? Have they ever milked a cow or gathered freshly laid eggs?" Who the
fuck wanted to? He read on. "A wide variety of fun and adventure await
your son or daughter at Pineview Farm. Our youth vacations provide a
healthy environment for youth to experience country living. One to
four-week packages are available. Our farm guests stay in separate log
bunkhouses. We offer horseback riding lessons, overnight trail rides,
trout fishing, hiking, water skiing, rafting, and the opportunity to fully
participate on an operating farm working with cattle, horses and sheep or
on our mixed vegetable and grain operations. Healthy meals with farm fresh
produce, barbeque events, outdoor hot tub, a crystal clear spring brook,
and beautiful sunsets in America's parkland surrounded by lakes, untouched
forested hills and acres of open prairie abounding with wildlife await your
child."
Yeah, right. More likely it was some family hard up for cash and looking
for some cheap labor and a farm surrounded by a stagnant pool, a few
straggly trees, and acres of stinking sheep and cow flop. Aaron ran his
fingers though his hair again, a habit he'd picked up, and reached down
with this other hand and slipped it in his pants and inside his boxers.
Finding his limp noodle, he fiddled with it absent mindedly, another
habit he'd picked up. It quickly responded and began to swell. Reaching
down further, he fondled his warm and sadly still hairless balls.
Withdrawing his fingers, he brought them up to his nose and inhaled. Screw
the freshly mown hay, now that was a smell worth promoting.
His hand returned to his boxers, and as he fiddled with his now swollen
dick, he thought back to the fun he'd had with Vinicius. That had been so
long ago, but it had been awesome. He wiggled his toes, remembering how it
had felt having the young Latino massaging and then licking his foot.
They'd kept in touch after that chance meeting, but with his travels and
all, and Vinicius living a very different type of life, the emails had
become farther and farther apart until they'd finally stopped.
He looked at the pamphlet again. In the middle of fucking nowhere in the
mid west yet! At least they could have found a vacation on the coast. He
loved the coast, especially the Florida coast where the water was warmer
and there were more fun things to do. He smiled as he thought about the
live chat he'd had almost a year ago and someone had asked him what he
thought about moving back to Florida and he said he was excited about
living in both Florida and California, that he was bi-coastal. He wondered
if anyone besides himself thought of bisexual when they heard that. He
sighed. Fat chance of that. Constantly under the eye of his mother or
father and usually a body guard besides, he was asexual. Now he was going
to be acoastal. Fuck again. What did he know or care about farming in the
middle of fucking nowhere?
Three weeks later, Aaron Carter found himself on a bus heading for the
middle of fucking nowhere. He still was not keen on the idea, but it was
better than going to visit his grandparents with his sisters where he'd be
totally bored and have no privacy, and his parents were right, being a
celebrity and a singer, he did not have much opportunity to relax or to mix
with kids his own age.
A minivan with the name of the farm emblazoned on the side was waiting at
the bus stop for him. At least it was not some old farm truck stinking of
manure, the boy thought with a smile. He looked out the window as they
drove past field after field of wheat, a cloud of dust behind them. Half
an hour later they drove into a tree-lined drive and up to a sprawling farm
house with assorted outbuildings.
"This here is the boy's bunkhouse," the driver said. "Over there on the
other side of the main house is the girl's. And in case you're having any
ideas, there is no visiting in the bunkhouses." He said it with a smile
and a twinkle in his eyes as if to say he knew that was what the
thirteen-year-old was thinking, and that he knew boys found ways to get
around the rules. "When you've got your gear stowed away, feel free to
wander around and check the place out. We chow down here at six over at
the cookhouse," he said, pointing out the building. "Only thing I wouldn't
be doing is wandering across the field over behind the gardens. Ol'Red is
penned up over there and he hasn't been getting any lately, so he's
ornerier than all get out. Can pick any bunk you want that's got the
bedding rolled up. If the bed's made, it's been taken."
The bunkhouse was a long, narrow building with a wood plank floor and
bunks lined up on both sides, a dozen to a wall, all with the same color
sheets and pillow cases. Two shelves above the bed were all the space you
had for your personal things, besides the footlocker at the foot of the
bed. Sixteen of the beds were taken. It making no difference to him,
Aaron selected one of the bunks, spread out his bedroll to indicate it had
been taken, and emptied his duffle bag into the footlocker. That having
taken all of ten minutes, he checked out the rest of the bunkhouse. At the
far end were the washrooms, four stalls, half a dozen urinals, and eight
sinks. Unlike many of the arena and community center washrooms he'd been
in on his touring gigs, these were clean.
Stepping outside, he wandered around. The brochure said he could
participate in whatever events he wanted to, or none at all if he so chose.
He'd already decided on the trout fishing, canoeing and rafting. Anything
dealing with water he enjoyed, though he wished it was an ocean and not
some dumb lake. Finding the crystal clear stream, he paused to skip some
rocks. A boy that appeared to be close to his age with dirty yellow hair
and deep blue eyes joined him and introduced himself. He had only arrived
that afternoon himself, from Des Moines, Iowa. They talked, and strolled
about the farm together. He seemed nice enough, but Aaron found that
without really having much in common there was only so much to talk about.
They found several others, some who'd already been there for a week, a
few longer. Most of them were performing chores of some sort so were only
able to give a quick hello and welcome. It looked like hard work. Aaron
wondered whimsically what the child labor laws were in these parts. The
rest were out horseback riding and would be back in time for supper. When
they gathered for the evening meal, he found that in all, there were
seventeen guys there, and nine girls. He and Paul, the boy who had
introduced himself, were the youngest. At least half of them were sixteen
or seventeen, and all of them were the outdoors type. The husband and wife
who owned the farm introduced themselves and welcomed the two newest
members. After blessing the food, the others who were nearest the two boys
introduced themselves. It was clear that many had formed friendships and
many had been here before so the place took on the atmosphere of a family
reunion. Being the newest member of the family, Aaron felt left out
despite the attempts to make him and Paul welcome.
So began his farm vacation. A lively boy with a hectic schedule, Aaron
found the days long and boring. During the day he teamed up with others
who were also interested in rafting and fishing, which was fun, and he even
took a hand in helping to hoe the weeds in the garden, and feed the hens.
He was too young yet for some of the other jobs, like fencing and moving
the irrigation pipes. The evenings he mainly spent reading, or he'd slip
away with his boom box, plug in the earphones, and practice his singing and
choreography. It was a pleasant enough way to spend the week, but he
definitely could not take more than a week. By Wednesday morning he'd
learned to actually relax and do nothing, something which, unlike his
parents, he had not realized he'd needed. He had a solid nine-week tour
across the country starting in two-and-a-half weeks and he knew this rest
would do him good. Still, to do what he'd been doing for another four days
was going to really be testing his endurance.
The other reason his parents had sent him off to the farm was to meet and
mingle with others, which he did, and being a personable type, did not have
difficulty doing, though he did find after an hour he had nothing to say,
and was even less interested in what the others had to say. You'd expect
he and Paul would have been a natural pairing, but actually the boy's
interests and his were too dissimilar. When you've been in the performing
business since you were six and you've traveled around the world, you don't
have a lot in common with a boy from Des Moines Iowa. Tuesday night his
parents had phoned, and he had assured them things were fine and he was
having a good time, and that he missed them and his sisters and was looking
forward to coming back home on Sunday. He did miss them, being from a
close family despite his traveling and erratic schedule where he could be
with family in their Florida home on one day and on an airplane heading to
Spain with his mom the next. What he missed even more was his privacy.
With his brother Nick now twenty and on the road with the Backstreet Boys
and his oldest sister Bobbie Jean eighteen, he had his own room and a lot
of privacy. When you're staying in a bunkhouse with sixteen other guys,
privacy is one thing you don't have. The comment about no entertaining in
the bunkhouses actually didn't make any sense once Aaron got on to the
routines and figured out how things worked. You certainly could not take a
chance of making out with a girl when anyone could come walking in, which
they could at any time of the day, unless you were going to do it in the
bathroom stall. Now that was a yucky thought. Actually, he didn't have
that much interest in girls anyway. He never really had. When he'd first
begun singing and hundreds of girls would be crowding around to see him, or
to have him sign their autograph books, he'd thought it was cool, and later
when they began screaming and chanting and stuff when he'd come on stage it
felt great, but weird too.
Even weirder was how they'd be interested in the smallest stuff, like
what his favorite toothpaste was or something- he wondered if anyone in the
world really had a favorite toothpaste-or private stuff like if he had a
girlfriend and what sort of underwear he liked. He was really really
tempted in one of those phone in promotions to ask the girl, "and, like,
what sort of panties you do like, and how often do you change them?" He
was even asked once if Nick was a father yet. Now that was dumb. He
noticed one of the boys at the farm seemed to be more of a loner than the
others, a boy two years older then himself, a handsome looking
fifteen-year-old by the name of Justin with thick brown hair and hazel eyes
and a great physique. At thirteen and five months, Aaron was becoming more
conscious of his muscles, or more appropriately, his lack of. He noticed
the boy seemed to spend a lot of his time with the animals. That Wednesday
almost everyone had taken off on a sightseeing trip to the local grain
elevator and a farm instrument museum, neither of which was of much
interest to Aaron. So the thirteen-year-old had elected to work in the
garden, which he did until mid afternoon by which time it had gotten too
hot. Throwing his shirt over his shoulder, he headed for the cookhouse for
some water when he noticed the boy over by the barn practicing some martial
arts moves. He had his shirt off and a bandana around his head for a sweat
band. As he watched the boy flexing his muscles and forming various poses,
he suddenly realized who he was. It was Justin Berfield, better known as
Reese from the television show "Malcolm in the Middle". "Interesting
poses," he said, approaching the boy. "What is it that you're doing?"
"Tai Chi Chuan," the boy responded, turning and facing the younger boy.
"So, it's like a martial art or something?" Aaron asked, immediately
feeling like a fool. Duh, what else would it be? "Yes," Justin responded
with a smile. "Actually, it is a form of exercise based on the principles
of physiology, psychology and dynamics and is for health and for self
defense. It opens your channels, joints and organs and stimulates your
spirit." Justin smiled. It was a great smile, the type that made a person
feel comfortable inside. "Sounded like a commercial didn't it?" "Sounded
cool." "Tai Chi Chuan is cool. At least it is better than the type of
exercise you've been having," Justin said, smiling again. He'd noticed
Aaron the day he'd arrived, and had noticed that even though he evidently
hadn't been enthused about being there, he did not whine like many who'd
been forced to come to the farm, and he'd actually pitched in and done some
work, not just sat on his butt like a lot of celebrities did. Of course
he'd recognized him immediately. Who did not know the cute little blond
singer, the younger brother of the famous Nick Carter? Actually, he hadn't
cared much for some of Aaron's earlier syrupy songs, but those on his
latest album were actually pretty good, and some of the choreography on his
video "That's How I Beat Shaq" was pretty hot. "Yeah, your way to work up
a sweat looks like a lot more fun." "You want to learn a bit about it?"
"Way cool. I was on my way for a glass of water." "I'll join you and tell
you a bit about Tai Chi Chuan, and then if you want we can practice some of
the moves together." "That would be awesome." "Well, Tai Chi Chuan is a
Chinese art," Justin explained as they headed to the cookhouse together.
"It developed out of three concepts, Li, or Principle, Qi, or Energy, and
Hsiang, or Form. The first thing a student of Tai Chi Chuan must learn is
proper posture." "You been practicing Tai Chi Chuan long?" "No actually.
I have a red belt in Tang-Soo Do, but I had to drop my training six years
ago because of my acting." "You're awesome in 'Malcolm in the Middle' by
the way," Aaron began, and then stopped himself. "Oh damn." "What?" "You
must think I'm a real dork," Aaron observed. "You must get awful tired of
people saying that." "Actually, I don't," Justin observed with that
infectious grin again. "But I know what you mean. I'm guessing you're
here hiding from all the screaming girls who want your autograph or want
you to sing them a song or something." "Or email them." "Oh yeah, if I
emailed every girl who asked me I'd never have time to practice my acting."
"Guess it takes a lot of practicing," Aaron began, and suddenly turned
bright red. "I don't mean because you need to, you know, not because
you're not a good actor. Damn," he cursed in frustration. "Forget it,"
Justin said with a laugh. "I understand. Acting does takes a lot of time,
just like singing." "So you know who I am." "Hard not to with your face
plastered on the front of magazines and with posters about your upcoming
tour all over the place." The two boys grinned, having something very much
in common. For the next hour they practiced some basic Tai Chi Chuan in
the shade of the barn and Justin explained what was meant by the alignment,
center and posture of the body. "Going to have to take a break," Aaron
announced. "I'm sorry," Justin said. "When I get started, I get so
involved. Tai Chi Chuan can be very strenuous." "It's not that. I got to
take a leak," Aaron said with a smile. "Told you it opens up your organs,"
Justin said with a grin. "It has done that. My back teeth are floating."
"Actually, I have to take a leak too," Justin said, adding after a pause,
"in fact I could easily piss fifteen feet." "Oh yeah?" Aaron said with a
chuckle. "Now that I'd like to see." "Bet I could." "No way. Nobody
could piss that far." "Wanna bet?" "Sure." "Com'on," Justin said,
picking up his shirt and slipping it on. The unsuspecting boy picked his
up and did likewise as he followed the older teenager into the barn, and up
the ladder to the loft. Walking over to the wide, wooden doors, he opened
them up, and then pulling down his fly and pulling out his dick, he stepped
up to the open door. A second later a dark yellow stream flowed from his
dick. "How far is it to the ground do you think?" he asked, a twinkle in
his eyes. "Oh shit!" Aaron snorted with a chuckle. "That's no fair!"
"Fifteen feet you think?" Aaron laughed. "Okay, you win the bet."
Stepping up to him, he pulled out his dick and let loose too. As they
stood there, he debated if he should do it, and finally gave in to
temptation and gave Justin a quick glance over. His was uncut, and a nice
size. He wondered if it was its natural size, or if it was that fat
because he'd had to piss. Suddenly noticing that Justin had seen him, he
quickly looked away, his cheeks quickly turning a bright red. Everyone
said he was a real hottie being blond, but one of the disadvantages was
that he blushed easily. "Hey, that's okay," Justin said. "I don't mind
you doing some comparison. I did when I was your age. I still do." He
grinned as Aaron looked up at him, uncertain what to say. "You got a
pretty nice size dick there." "Yeah? Ah, well, thanks." Jeez, he sounded
like such a nerd. He'd just thanked him for fucksake. He blushed even
brighter. "You ever notice in the summer when you sweat how your piss is a
dark yellow, and in the winter, it is real pale?" "Yeah, I have," said
Aaron, relieved to have something to talk about. "And how some things make
you piss more than others." "Yeah, like soda pop, and tea." "Yeah."
Tucking their dicks back in their pants, the boys backed away from the
opening. "So, we'll have to find something now for you to pay the debt you
owe me." "Yeah, right," snorted Aaron with a good-natured smile. "You did
bet me."
"And I pay off my bets, even if I am tricked," he said with a grin.
"All right. Let's see," Justin said, stroking his chin as he
concentrated. "Get me an autograph of your brother Nick."
Aaron's immediate response was surprise, and the second disappointment.
He'd expected something better than that, especially from someone who was a
celebrity too. And if he wanted a celebrity autograph, what was he,
chicken manure? Making the best of it, he looked up at Justin and was
about to agree when he saw the twinkle in his eyes.
"Jokin'," Justin laughed, punching him in the arm. "You should have seen
the look on your face. Bet you get asked that a lot."
"Yeah, I do, "Aaron smiled. "And what is it like being Nick's little
brother," he mimicked one of the interviewers. "And does he wear boxers or
briefs?"
"I noticed you're wearing boxers."
"And you too."
"Well, for what it's worth, I know what you mean about questions about
your brother. I get the same about Frankie Muniz."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah. All the time."
"That must suck."
"It does."
"So, what do I have to do?"
Justin considered the question. Several ideas came to his mind
immediately but he quickly dismissed them as wishful thinking. He could
never suggest them to someone he'd just met. He though of several others,
like asking Aaron to sing him a song or something, but that was dorky.
"I'll think about it."
"Kay," Aaron agreed.
As Aaron lay in bed that night, he thought about their chance meeting.
Taking a leak out of the hay barn had been sort of daring, and fun. Aaron
had a bit of a reputation for being a joke- meister and appreciated
Justin's trick. It was simple, and it was funny, just like a good prank
should be. Justin had been cool about him checking him out too, which was
really great. Ever since fooling around with Vinicius just over two years
ago now, Aaron had been curious about other guys, and especially how he
stacked up compared to them. Of course that was not unusual for a
thirteen-year-old, but unlike many curious youngsters, he had not had the
opportunity to really do much about it. Being home-schooled, he didn't
really have any real close friends, not the type of friends where he could
get into something that intimate. And with his heavy practice schedule and
flying all over the world performing, by the time his day was done he was
ready to crash, not that he'd be able to do anything anyway with the close
supervision he had.
Of course jetting around the world did give him a broader education than
most, and a whole set of different experiences. It was pretty hard not to
notice the suggestive billboards and sexual innuendos in the advertising
when it was so much more blatant in Europe for example, and when you spend
most of your day with adults, either adult performers on the same circuit
as you, or with technicians and stage hands, you pick up bits of
conversation that are not meant for the ears of thirteen-year-olds. His
brother Nick and the rest of the Back Street Boys were pretty open about
things like drugs and sex besides, and he knew the things that they and
those they ran with were into.
A few bunks down, Justin was thinking of their meeting also. Like Aaron,
his childhood had not been like that of an average American kid. Although
he'd only turned fifteen back in February, he had been acting for ten
years, since a Folger's coffee commercial back in 1991. Just before
landing the role of Reese in "Malcolm in the Middle", he'd finished four
years as Ross Malloy in "Unhappily Ever After", a long stint for someone
who hadn't even reached puberty yet. He hadn't traveled around the world
like Aaron, but he'd been exposed to a lot in the past ten years as a child
actor, and he had learned a lot, a lot about acting, and a lot about life.
Over this past year he'd also become good friends with Frankie Muniz, who
knew a lot about the business, and about other things. It was Frankie
who'd introduced him to that secret vice that all boys eventually learn.
He wondered if Aaron did it, and if he did, what he thought about when he
did it. He enjoyed it here at Pineview Farms, but that was one major
disadvantage for a kid who had only one older brother and his own room.
You couldn't very well wank off in bed with sixteen other guys in the room,
and to do it in the washroom was really taking a chance.
The next day the two boys had breakfast together, and looking at the list
of events and chores, decided to team up for the day. The morning went by
quickly, but when they'd decided to pick peas for the afternoon, they
hadn't imagined how big a job it was.
"This is freaking boring," Aaron signed as he dumped his tenth basket
into the barrel at the end of the row.
"Have to agree with you there," said Justin. "Wanna play a game to pass
the time?"
"Sure. What sort of game?"
"You ever play twenty questions?"
"Sure."
"Okay. So, why'd you come to Pineview Farm?"
"Well, actually, I didn't want to come," Aaron admitted. "And until I
met you yesterday it was rather boring."
"I love being here," said Justin. "This is my third year."
"Yeah? Why you like it?"
"It's relaxing, and I love animals. Especially because I love animals."
"You got any pets at home?"
"Hey, it's my turn to ask a question. We're supposed to alternate."
"I didn't realize we'd started playing," Aaron said with a grin.
"So. Do you like animals?" Justin asked.
"Oh yeah. We got two dogs Samba and Pepper and six cats, Bandit, Rocky,
Roy, Sam, Sugar and Hyper. What about you?"
"Right now I got four dogs, Lucky, Miss Piggy, Star, and Bugsy. But I've
had cats, chickens, goats, a horse, desert tortoises, a ferret, and even a
pot-bellied pig for a pet."
"You do like animals," Aaron chuckled.
"Yeah. I'd like to be a vet. What sort of job would you like to have?"
"I'd like to be a marine biologist. I love the coast."
"Oh yeah. That would be cool," remarked Justin, and Aaron smiled.
"Okay, your turn to ask a question."
"Ah, what is your fav food?" he asked and immediately felt foolish. That
was a typical fan question.
"Sushi, pizza, spaghetti, In-N-Out Burgers. What you like to drink most
of all?"
"Sprite."
"Cool. Me too."
"I could use one right now," Aaron said, wiping the sweat from his brow.
"So, ahhh, what's your fav movies?"
"American Pie, Deuce Bigalow Male Gigolo, and Austin Powers: The Spy who
Shagged Me."
"My Mom wouldn't let me see American Pie," Aaron said with a frown. "Did
they really show a guy, you know, doing it with a pie?"
"That counts as a question."
"Okay."
"Yeah they did. Well, not, you know, his dick or nothing, but you knew
he was screwing it."
"Wicked."
"It was. My brother rented the video and the two of us watched it one
night. It was hilarious. So I get to ask two questions."
"Sure."
"You ever see your brother's penis?" Justin asked with a leer.
"Sure," Aaron said with a grin. "When we strip to put on our suits to go
swimming, and when we're on tour sometimes we'll take a leak together."
"You ever see it hard?"
"No," Aaron giggled. "Wish I could. It is huge soft. Twice as big as
mine."
"Your turn."
Aaron thought hard about his next question. "You ever touch yours until
it gets hard?"
"Sure," Justin responded. "What's the most times you've come in a day?"
Aaron hesitated. "None."
"None?"
He shook his head.
"You know about jacking off?"
"Yeah."
"But you've never done it?"
"Not all the way," Aaron replied. "You know, til the sperm thing
happens."
"Why not?"
"I don't know much about that sortta stuff," Aaron said with a shrug.
"You think it's bad or something?"
"Aren't we supposed to be taking turns asking questions?"
"Okay. Shoot."
"So you've done it all the way?"
"Sure. Hundreds of times. It's fuckin' awesome."
"Really?"
"Sure. You really should try it. You'll like it, trust me."
"Yeah? Maybe I will."
"Wanna go try it now?"
"Now?"
"Sure."
"I dunno," Aaron responded. He was very tempted, especially since he
knew how good the first bit felt when he fiddled with himself, but he was
hesitant too. He really didn't know much about it, and guys did talk about
it like it was something dirty, and well, his clean-cut image wasn't just a
PR image.
"That's okay. You don't have to if you don't wanna."
"Where could we do it?" Aaron asked. It was a noncommittal response, and
he figured a safe way to back out.
"Com'on," Justin replied. Eager to have a wank, and even more eager to
share his knowledge, he'd taken Aaron's question as an indication he wanted
to do it.
The boys headed over to the barn and climbed up to the hay loft, their
hearts fluttering with excitement and apprehension. Aaron had been curious
about doing it longer for a long time, and each time he'd dry wanked he'd
been tempted to go all the way. Having an opportunity to do it with
someone who knew what he was doing was too good to pass up. It was,
however, something forbidden, and something his mother would definitely
disapprove of, and hundreds of past lectures about needing to be good were
difficult to ignore.
Justin never had the hesitation that Aaron had. For one, when you have
an older brother who has friends over you overhear things that aren't meant
for younger brothers, especially when one day you and your brother are the
best of friends and the next day the worst of enemies. For another, though
he had a private tutor while filming on the set, he otherwise attended
public school so he had more contacts with kids his age than Aaron. He
also had exposure to other things that Aaron hadn't, like the movies he'd
named, and the music he listened to. He loved rap music and performers
like Eminem, and anyone who has paid any attention to today's rap music
shouldn't be shocked by the language kids use or the things they know.
Even Aaron's R and B songs had a lot of sexual innuendoes. Most of all
though, he'd become best pals with Frankie Muniz, and best pals share
secrets. "You sure you're okay with this?" he asked as they stepped up
into the hay loft.
"Sure." The thirteen-year-old felt like saying "butterflies and all,"
but he didn't.
Dropping their shorts and boxers, the two boys stood there side by side,
and as Justin reached down and began to fiddle with his dick, Aaron did the
same. They didn't say anything as they stood there squeezing and tugging
on their cocks. Noticing Justin glancing over at him once in a while,
Aaron returned the glances, and seeing Justin tugging on his cock and
seeing it swelling sent thrills of arousal up Aaron's own dick. It did not
take the two young boys long to get hardons.
"You ever feel another guy's bone?" Justin asked.
"Yeah."
"You're not that innocent then," Justin grinned.
"That was two years ago. Neither of us could cum."
"Wanna feel mine?"
"Sure. And you can feel mine if you want."
The two reached over and each gently took the other's stiff dick in his
hands. Both boys were uncut. Aaron's was of typical size for a
thirteen-year-old, about three-and-a-half inches and thin, and the skin
stayed up over the knob when it was stiff. His hairs were fine and light
blond and restricted to a little patch at the base of his dick. At
fifteen, Justin's dick was close to five inches and with constant wanking
his foreskin slid down to form a collar about his mushroom cap-shaped knob.
His dick was a darker color, as were his balls, and he had a thick patch of
curly brown hairs.
"When you fiddle with it, you use all your fingers or just your thumb and
first one?"
"My thumb and first two," Aaron responded.
"I do it that way sometimes. And sometimes I use my whole fist."
Justin slowly drew his foreskin the rest of the way back, exposing the
sensitive pinkish skin below his knob, and then he slowly drew it back up,
drawing it up over the knob to the tip. Aaron did the same. Not as
accustomed to pulling his skin all the way back, it felt strange to have
his knob exposed. The boys worked slowly, almost in slow motion. They
were in no hurry and wanted to enjoy every second. It was exciting doing
it together, side by side, and they stole glances over at each other now
and then. Aaron fidgeted and squirmed with the familiar tingling sensation
around his knob, and he noticed Justin was squirming also.
"Feels great don't it?" Justin asked.
"Oh yeah," Aaron replied, and considering if he should do it for a
moment, he sang to the accompaniment of two hands clapping:
All around the world
Everywhere I go
I've learned a new dance
That I want you to know you've got to
Shake it to the left
Shake it to the right
Shake it everybody
Cuz it feels so right
Just shake it
Just shake it.
"Oh yeah," observed Justin. "This is one dance boys all over the world
know."
"So, like, how do you know, you know, when it's going to happen?"
"Oh, you'll know," Justin replied with a grin. Jacking off was awesome,
and he knew jacking off with someone else was even better, but to be doing
it with someone for their very first time all the way was totally wicked.
Justin was feeling so hot he had to stop or he'd be blasting far ahead of
Aaron, and it being his first time, he wanted Aaron to go off first.
"What's wrong?"
"Watching you wanking off is so fucking hot I got to stop and cool off or
I'm going to blast."
"Watching you is cool too," Aaron observed. "Yours is big."
"Yeah, well, when I was your age I don't think mine was as big as yours,"
Justin observed as he began to wank again.
Aaron had never worked his foreskin up and down over his knob for so long
before, and his glans was tingling ferociously. He'd gone well past that
point where he'd usually stopped and his heart rose in his chest in anxiety
as he slowly worked his thumb and first two fingers up and down his
blood-engorged cock. It suddenly seemed to go numb, as if it had fallen
asleep, and he quickly stopped. When Justin assured him that it was quite
all right, he resumed working his fist up and down his cock extremely
slowly, his young dicklet feeling much different now. It almost felt like
it had become detached from his body, and it seemed to have gotten even
harder. He ever so slowly pulled back on his skin, drawing it right off
his knob and pulling it back still further along the shaft, and then he
slowly pushed it back up over his numb dick head.
Suddenly he felt a spasm in his groin, as if he'd pulled a muscle, but
the young singer and dancer was familiar with that feeling, and this was
not quite that. Accompanying it was a sudden urge to pee, badly and
suddenly. With his heart racing in anxiety and arousal, he opened his
mouth to tell Justin but before he could say anything he felt it gushing up
the center of his cock and it was happening too fast and too forcefully for
him to stop it. He inhaled sharply, his heart suspended in his chest in
mortification as his stuff shot out of his peehole, but what shot out
wasn't piss. The thirteen-year-old stared down at the white juice
squirting out of his dick, his eyes wide and his jaw slack. He quivered
and gasped with a quavering breath with the first ejaculation of his life
as shot after shot squirted out of his burning peehole and his legs felt
even weaker than they did after hours of dance practice.
Justin knew just how awesome that first time was. He had been holding
back and seeing Aaron squirting for the first time and the look of awe and
ecstasy on the thirteen-year-old's face was so wicked there was no way he
was able to hold back any longer. He eagerly wanked on his dick, and
within seconds of Aaron coming Justin began to squirt out his juice also,
shooting his load with just as much force as Aaron was shooting his. For
the next minute the two young boys stood there panting for breath and
holding their hot, throbbing dicks. Justin finally drew his fingers up,
squeezing out the cum left in his cock. The thick milky juice oozed out
the burning tip and hung in a long pendant, finally breaking off and
landing in the straw. As he repeated the motion, he squeezed out another
dollop.
"You have to milk the last bit out," he explained. "If you don't, it'll
ooze out and you'll have to walk around with a wet spot in the front of
your boxers the rest of the day."
"Don't want that," Aaron giggled lightheadedly. He squeezed his still
stiff cock at the base and slowly pulled up on it and a bit of cum oozed
out his dick. Unlike Justin's, his was thinner and remained connected to
the tip of his dick. He repeated the motion, squeezing out another droplet
that oozed down the streamer to join the other droplet. It broke off and
quickly soaked into the straw. Pulling up on his dick again, he stared
down at the opening as more cum oozed out and flowed over his finger tips.
It felt so hot, and so sticky. He repeated the milking motion a few more
times until no more oozed out and he released his cock and looked at the
milky streaks on his fingers.
"Cum feels wicked don't it," Justin said, marking more of a statement
than asking a question.
"Yeah."
"If you do it in bed, you gotta be sure you have a lot of tissue to catch
it and to wipe yourself off with afterward."
"Thanks. I'll remember that."
"Feels awesome to shoot a load, huh?"
"Oh yeah."
"Was that really your first time?"
"Yeah."
"Cool," Justin said with a smile.
Wiping their fingers off on the hay, the boys pulled up their shorts and
underwear and returned to picking peas. With every move he made, Aaron
could feel his dick in his boxers and was sure it was leaking more cum. It
was awesome. That night, both fell asleep thinking about the afternoon.
The next day the boys joined several others on a half day horse ride and
Justin showed Aaron the basics of riding, a new experience for Aaron and
one of Justin's favorite pastimes. While everyone else continued on that
afternoon, the two boys returned to the farm, figuring half a day was
enough for Aaron's first time. Besides, Justin wanted to get Aaron alone
so he could find out how he was feeling about the previous afternoon.
Aaron was just as eager to be alone with Justin. Arriving back at the
farm, they unsaddled the horses and proceeded to bush them down and feed
and water them. Then stripping down to the waist, Justin showed Aaron a
few more of the basic moves for Tai Chi Chuan. It was a scorcher of an
afternoon and they were soon sweating profusely.
"It's getting too hot to practice anymore," Justin finally announced.
"Yeah, I'm sweating like a pig."
"We can take a break in the shade, or we can go up in the hayloft."
"Let's go up in the hayloft," Aaron replied immediately, and then added
sheepishly, "if you want to." He hoped he hadn't sounded too eager.
"Sure."
The two boys climbed up into the loft and sat down on the bales of hay.
"So," began Justin hesitantly. "You think about what we did yesterday at
all?"
"That's all I've been able to think about."
"Oh?"
"Yeah, it was so fucking awesome," Aaron replied. "I'm glad you talked
me into going all the way."
"Well, I didn't really have to do that much talking," the
fifteen-year-old said with a grin.
"That's true," Aaron agreed with a smile.
"I'm glad you liked it."
"Oh yeah, it was wicked. How often can a guy do it?"
"Make his stuff?"
"Yeah."
"I dunno. The most I've done it is four times in a day."
"In one day?" Aaron asked, his eyes wide with amazement.
"Yeah," Justin replied with a grin. "I was super horny."
"Wow."
"Frankie says he read that when you're young like us it just takes a
night's sleep to refill your balls. He says guys can keep making sperm all
their life, though not as much or as often when they get older."
"That's great," Aaron said with a grin, "because now I know what it's
like, I plan on making plenty."
Justin laughed, and so did Aaron. "You feeling horny now?" Justin asked.
"Yeah," Aaron replied, a twinkle in his brown eyes and his heart speeding
up as he hoped Justin was thinking the same thing he was.
"Wanna try something different?"
"Sure. What?" Aaron replied, ready to do anything his new friend
suggested.
"It's called sixty-nine."
"I know a card game called crazy eights."
"This is way better than any card game, and I don't think you'll want to
play it with your mom," Justin said with a chuckle, "though you could."
"So whatta we do?" Aaron asked eagerly.
"Just do what I do," Justin replied, unbuckling his belt and pulling down
his fly.
Aaron readily dropped his shorts and boxers. When the young actor told
him to lie down and face the other direction with his head at his crotch,
Aaron knew immediately what was coming. "Do guys really do this?" the
thirteen-year-old asked as he got into position, having heard plenty of
guys tell others to do it as an insult but never really considering if guys
did it for real.
"They sure do," Justin replied, admiring the soft, delicate penis and
smooth balls now inches from his face.
The teen was eager to suck on the young boy's dick. He was horny as
hell, which was no surprise considering he was a healthy teenage boy, and
being away from Frankie for two weeks had made him extra itchy. It was
more than just being horny though. Justin plain and simple enjoyed sucking
dick. He enjoyed the taste of dick, he enjoyed the smell of dick, and he
enjoyed feeling a boy's dick swelling in his mouth as he sucked on it. Of
all the ways to bring another guy off, that was his favorite. He also
enjoyed being sucked off. Just the idea of another boy putting his dick in
his mouth was erotic, and feeling another boy's hot, moist mouth around his
cock was awesome. Now he was about to introduce someone else to the joy of
sucking cock, and the joy of being sucked off, which made him even hotter
yet.
Picking Aaron's limp dick up at the base and opening his mouth, Justin
bent forward and enveloped the young singer's cock. Aaron's dick being
limp and small, the randy teenager was able to take it all in so his lips
were pressed up against Aaron's sparsely-haired pubes and his smooth nuts.
Running his tongue around it, Justin savored the delightful taste of young,
raw pork and eagerly swallowed his dick-flavored saliva. A thrill ran down
his spine and he felt an ache of desire deep in the pit of his groin. Life
did not get any better.
Aaron could not believe that Justin had really put his dink in his mouth.
As he stared at the young actor's cock, he knew what the teenager was
expecting him to do. He could not help thinking that putting a guy's dick
in your mouth was dirty, and besides, it had to taste yucky. The innocent
thirteen-year-old felt a lump in his throat as he swallowed. It had felt
great jacking off together yesterday, and feeling Justin's hot, moist mouth
surrounding his cock was totally wicked. Reaching out, he picked up the
warm, limp tube of flesh and wormed forward. He inhaled deeply, nervously.
It certainly smelt appetizing, sort of cheesy and spicy. He inhaled again.
They had been sweating. It had to taste like sweat and piss, but his had
to also, and Justin wasn't having any difficulty with it in his mouth. As
he stared at the penis in his fingers and struggled with what he should do,
it began to swell. Opening his mouth wide, he plunged forward like a
blond-headed shark. Once Justin got a hardon he knew he'd never be able to
put it in his mouth. It was now or never.
Feeling Aaron's mouth envelop his cock, Justin slowly began to suck on
his. It responded immediately and he delighted in the experience of having
a boy's dick swell in his mouth. That was awesome, as was being the one
responsible for turning another boy on. For the fifteen-year-old, the
whole process of getting horny was just as mysterious and wonderful as the
experience of ejaculation. Of course feeling Aaron's soft, little wiener
becoming firm and knowing how the thirteen-year-old had to be feeling
caused his own dick to swell, and knowing this was the first time Aaron had
a pecker in his mouth made it swell even faster.
Being less experienced, Aaron concentrated on breathing first and
foremost, certain that the growing cock in his mouth was going to gag him,
not because of the taste, but because of the size. Actually, he'd decided
that the taste was no different from that of his fingers, except his
fingers didn't smell as wonderful as dick. Feeling the suction on his own
swelling cock, he tentatively sucked on Justin's, and then sucked harder,
as he might suck on a straw that was plugged. He could not believe he was
doing it. He was actually sucking cock, and getting his cock sucked. Even
more amazing was that it was great! It didn't taste bad, it felt awesome
getting his sucked, and it was wicked sucking someone else's. As Justin
licked his knob, he licked Justin's. As Justin began to slide his lips up
and down his cock, he began to slide his lips up and down Justin's. By
that time his cockhead was tingling and itching with a desire stronger than
he had ever felt before. Jacking off all the way had been fantastic. This
was even better.
Relieved that Aaron had not found what they were doing disgusting as he'd
feared when the thirteen-year-old had hesitated, Justin settled in and
began to enjoy himself. Frankie Muniz being the same age as he and pretty
much having the same sized dick, he was used to having a longer and fatter
cock to suck on. Finding that Aaron's shorter and more slender cock
allowed him to more easily go all the way down, and to wrap his tongue
around it, Justin decided that smaller cocks had their advantages.
It was exciting engaging in sex with a new partner, and with someone two
years younger than himself. Of course knowing that Aaron had never had his
cock sucked before was like doing it to a virgin, and that was really hot.
Even hotter was having Aaron sucking him and knowing it was Aaron's first
time. He remembered his first time, and how awesome and how frightening it
had been. He also remembered how hot it had been. It was not long before
he felt the familiar signs that he was about to come and he knew he was
feeling too hot to delay the inevitable for very long. He reluctantly
slipped his lips off Aaron's dick.
"I'm about to come," he warned huskily. "You can finish me off by
jacking, or I can come in your mouth and you can spit it out, or you can
swallow it. Up to you."
Aaron slipped his mouth off Justin's cock too. Looking at it jutting out
and shining with his spit, he wondered if Justin's felt as exposed as his
did now that Justin's mouth was not around it. "You've done this with a
guy before?"
"Yeah."
"Which do you like?"
"Which do I like?"
"Coming with another guy."
"Swallowing each other's."
"Then I want to do it that way."
"Cool."
The break had reduced the passion of the two boys a bit, but being young
and randy, as they began bobbing their heads once more it did not take them
long to once again reach that familiar peak where they knew they'd soon be
shooting their loads. Aaron wondered what it would taste like and hoped
he'd be able to swallow it. In hindsight perhaps he should have settled
for spitting it out, but that seemed like an insult to Justin to him. He
sucked on the hot, hard cock as he slid his lips up and down the shaft from
the base up to the knob. Justin was doing the same, and as he sucked on
the hot blond singer's noodle, he wondered what his and Aaron's fans would
say if they found out the two of them had sucked each other off. He was
glad Aaron had agreed to swallow his stuff, and he wondered if Aaron's
would taste as great as Frankie's. Barely a minute later the two boys
found the answers to their questions.
Maybe I laugh, maybe I cry
Maybe I scream, maybe I sigh
Baby I feel, the feeling is real
Maybe I curse, maybe I squeal
Justin was the first to shoot and he warned Aaron with a long, drawn out
moan as he felt the twinge in his groin and his stuff gush up his cock.
Aaron had gone down on his dick and the first shot to erupt from Justin's
cock shot straight down his throat before he even had time to think about
swallowing. He quickly slipped his lips up the hot, throbbing cock so that
the next shot struck the roof of his mouth, and the third shot squirted
across his tongue. Justin quivered and moaned as he filled the
thirteen-year-old's mouth with his hot juice. And then Aaron was shooting,
his young, thin semen squirting rapidly into Justin's eager mouth.
It was much thinner than Frankie's or his own, and had a sweeter taste.
It was delicious, and Justin quivered as he felt it flowing over his
tongue. Making it even more erotic was the knowledge that this was only
the second load to have ever left the young boy's balls.
Aaron was relieved to find Justin's cum was not as bad tasting as he'd
feared it might be. It was a bit salty perhaps but otherwise was quite
bland. What was surprising was how hot it was, and how slimy, and how much
there was. It seemed like Justin was never going to stop squirting.
Justin's cum oozed round his tongue and stuck to the sides of his mouth.
It was like nothing he'd ever before experienced and the best he could
imagine was that it was like having your mouth full of slime. He waited
until Justin had finished shooting, and then he started to swallow. He
quickly found out just how gelatinous cum is, and once he began to swallow
he found he had to keep swallowing because it was not going to break off.
At the same time Justin began to swallow Aaron's shot. Emptying his
mouth as best he could, the fifteen-year-old began to suck out the rest of
Aaron's cum, eagerly sucking on the thirteen-year-old's still stiff cocklet
much as a happy calf sucks on its mother's teat. He was rewarded with a
thin stream of cum left up Aaron's pee tube. As the boy felt his cum being
drained from his hot, throbbing cock, he began to suck the remaining cum
from Justin's cock. Laying there sucking on his bone while Justin sucked
on his, the no longer so innocent boy could not get over how perverted this
was, and how awesome it felt.
"So," said Justin as the two boys finally sat up. "What do you think?"
"How soon before a guy can come a second time?" he asked with a twinkle
in his brown eyes. A thin film of Justin's cum was still clinging to his
lower lip, and his tongue snaked out and licked it up.
"Not before the others come back from their horse ride and want to use
the barn," Justin replied.
"Too bad," Aaron responded.
The two boys spent Saturday morning collecting eggs, feeding the chickens
and doing odd jobs while the others tackled the many other chores that were
required to operate a mixed farm. A big outing to the water park was
planned for the afternoon as a special treat for those whose week was
coming to a close. Aaron and Justin opted to spend the time together
instead which came as no surprise considering the amount of time they'd
been spending together lately. Making friends being one of the reasons
Aaron had been sent to the farm in the first place, and that being one of
the goals of the program, the operators had no objections.
Packing a picnic lunch, the two boys ate down by the stream running
through the farm, and sat and talked.
"So, you head home tomorrow," observed Justin.
"Yeah. What about you?"
"I got another week. My folks booked three."
"Cool. That's a long time."
"Yeah," Justin agreed. "They know how much I love it here, and once I
get back it's going to be daily rehearsals and shoots for the next two
months to get some episodes of "Malcolm in the Middle" in the can before
the new season starts in September."
"Back to the old grind," Aaron said with a grin.
"Yeah."
Aaron stared at the rippling stream and wondered how he could suggest
they go to the hay loft for regrettably one last time.
"Want to go to the hay loft?" asked Justin.
"Sure," Aaron replied, almost shouting. Realizing how eager he must have
sounded he chuckled self-consciously, and Justin chuckled with him.
"Half the crowd here will be heading out tomorrow," Justin observed,
making conversation as the two boys stood up and headed across the field
for the barn.
"Yeah, I heard a lot of them saying," Aaron replied. "You know, I'm
really glad I came here, and that we got to know each other."
"Me too," replied Justin, returning the smile. The two boys climbed up
into the loft.
"So, you wanna jerk, or sixty-nine?" Aaron asked. He didn't really care.
Just being with Justin was great enough.
Justin thought for a moment. It having been on his mind most of the
morning, he did not think for a long time. "You ever neck with a girl?"
"Well, not really."
"What do you mean not really?"
"Well," Aaron began, starting to flush, "Angel and me tried kissing once,
when we were something like six or seven."
"Angel?"
"My twin sister. She's a minute older than me," Aaron explained. "We
were curious what it was like, and figured we'd try with each other."
"You like it?"
"Not really."
"Wanna give it another try?"
Aaron looked up at Justin. He was only two inches taller, at the most.
"You mean, like, you and. . . ."
"Yeah. Sex is great, but it's doubly great with some foreplay."
"I don't know anything about that."
"I can teach you."
"So teach me, teacher," Aaron said eagerly.
Stepping up to him, Justin slipped his arms about Aaron's waist, and the
thirteen-year-old automatically slipped his arms about the older boy. As
Justin cocked his head and slowly leaned over, Aaron realized the
fifteen-year-old actor was going to kiss him and he closed his eyes and
cocked his head the other way. Their lips gently met for a brief, tender
kiss. Their lips parted for a second and then Justin kissed the younger
boy a second time. It was so hot kissing his smooth, tender lips, and his
dick began to swell as he savored the kiss and bent forward for a third.
This time it was more forceful, and when it was over instead of parting he
kissed Aaron for a fourth time.
Aaron returned the kiss, surprised, pleased, and confused by how hot it
was kissing a boy. This was not at all like kissing his sister. Now that
had been five or six years ago mind you, and they'd been embarrassed and
uncertain. After three times they'd quit. Now as Justin drew him close
and their bodies pressed together and as Justin kissed him and then he
kissed Justin, he did not want this to stop. His dick was starting to
swell with excitement, and he could feel the bulge in Justin's jeans
pressing against his stomach. Justin was getting turned on too.
Pulling Aaron's shirt out of his pants, Justin slipped his hands under
his shirt and began to massage his smooth, warm back, running his fingers
up to his deltoids and caressing them with sweeping circles as their kisses
became briefer and more urgent. Aaron copied his teacher, pulling out the
older boy's shirt and caressing his back also, although not with the same
expertise. Kissing Aaron on the cheek and on his neck, Justin began to
unbutton his shirt. Again Aaron followed suit and unbuttoned Justin's
shirt and slipped it over his shoulders. Kissing Justin on the neck, he
recalled love scenes he'd seen on television, usually in passing as he
flipped through the channels as at thirteen he wasn't into watching
romances, and he bent farther down and kissed Justin's chest. When the
fifteen-year-old boy sighed with evident pleasure, Aaron kissed him more
passionately, continuing down his smooth chest until his lips met his left
nipple. Aaron began to smother it with kisses, causing the older boy to
squirm and his dick to become even harder. Delighted he was able to bring
the boy some pleasure on his own after all Justin had taught him these past
few days, Aaron nibbled at the irritated nip.
"Oh yeah! Oh fuck that's so hot. Suck on it. Ohhhh, yeah!" Justin
groaned as his young pupil fastened his lips over his teat and sucked on it
as if he was expecting him to give milk. As Aaron ran his tongue over the
aroused nipple, he felt it growing firm and he continued to suck and lick
until it was hard. As he began to do the same to Justin's other nipple,
Justin ran his hands over Aaron's young, smooth chest and caressed his
little pink nips, causing them to quickly become hard also. Aaron squirmed
with the strange arousal, having never had his nipples aroused before, and
his cock, bent in an awkward position in his pants, ached as it tried to
straighten out.
As if sensing that, Justin reached down and fumbled with Aaron's belt.
Keeping his lips fastened to Justin's teat like a horny lamprey, Aaron
reached down and began to unbuckle Justin's belt also. Unbuttoning the top
button of Aaron's jeans, Justin pulled down the thirteen- year-old's fly
and pushed down his pants. Aaron's young stiff dick straightened out and
poked out of the fly of his boxers as if impatient to begin. Justin waited
for Aaron to get his jeans down, and then he slipped his fingers under the
elastic band of his boxers and pushed them off the boy's small, smooth
butt. The underwear caught up on his boner and Justin had to reach around
and unhook it before he could push his Joe Boxers the rest of the way down.
Aaron had the same difficulty with Justin's boxers, but the two boys
eventually managed to push underwear and jeans down to the ankles.
Backing Aaron up to where the hay bales had been stacked, Justin lifted
him up onto the bales and eased him down on his back. Kicking off his
shoes, jeans, and underwear, he removed Aaron's, along with his socks, and
then dropping to his knees, he had Aaron raise his legs in the air to
reveal his pucker. Aaron did as instructed, and wrapped his arms about his
legs under the knees to support them. The boy having barely begun puberty,
his pucker was as smooth as a baby's.
"What, wha, wha, aaaahhh, unngh," gasped Aaron as he felt something hot
and moist against his anus and as he slowly realized Justin was licking his
asshole. He could not believe the fifteen-year-old was actually doing
that, and even more unbelievable was how awesome it felt having someone
striking their tongue against that perverse part of your body. Working up
a mouth of spittle, Justin pressed his lips against Aaron's tiny, virgin
hole and blew his saliva into his rectum. He repeated the act, working up
several mouthfuls of spittle. He then took his middle finger and caressed
Aaron's sphincter, causing it to contract and dilate, and finally he
slipped the tip in.
Aaron could not believe this. He'd seen plenty of guys give others the
finger, adults and teens alike, even a few preteens, and there he was,
laying on his back in the hayloft with Justin Berfield slipping his middle
finger up his ass. It felt great, and when Justin got it all the way in to
his last knuckle, if felt weird. Even more weird was when the boy began to
finger fuck his ass. His little dicklet jerked about excitedly as the
stimulation rippled up his rectum. It was awesome!
Removing his finger, Justin stood, and grasping his aching dick by the
base, he stepped forward. Aaron realized what was about to happen, but by
then he was so hot, he didn't have a moment's hesitation. He was about to
be fucked, and the thought of Justin sticking his cock inside him was so
erotic he tensed with eager anticipation. Of all the fantasies he'd had
about his first fuck, this had not been one of them, but now he could not
wait for it to happen.
"You gotta relax," Justin advised. "Take a couple deep breaths. Really
deep. When you feel my dick against your hole you gotta push out, like
you're taking a dump, and keep pushing out til I get it in."
With those instructions, Justin placed the tip of his hard, hot dick
against Aaron's hole and pushed forward. He felt Aaron opening up ever so
slowly as he pushed out as he'd been instructed to do. Aaron was one hot,
cute boy, and knowing that he was the first to fuck the sexy little singer
made it all the hotter. He remembered the first time he'd ever taken a
cock up the ass, and he worked slowly and carefully, wanting Aaron's first
time to be as good as his had been. His dick was long, but it was slender,
and he'd done a good job of lubing Aaron's hole with his spittle and
preparing him with his index finger, so ever so slowly fraction by fraction
he felt his dick entering the boy. He inhaled deeply and pushed forward,
and then taking another deep breath, he pushed forward again. He could
hear Aaron breathing loudly also as the two struggled to unite.
Everyone together sing it loud
Come get it
Jump all around come on
Come get it
What . . .
Come get it
Say it again
come get it
People all around you gotta
Come get it.
Standing there before the youngster, Justin grasped his upraised legs and
staring into his deep brown eyes, pushed forward. Watching the expression
on his face as he slowly penetrated him, Justin gradually eased his cock up
Aaron's ass until his loins were pressing against the young boy's smooth
butt.
Aaron could not believe it. As he felt Justin's thighs press against his
ass cheeks and his hairs press against the cord that runs between a guy's
balls and his dick, he realized the boy had sunk his entire cock up his
ass. Then as he began to draw it back out the same pleasant stimulation as
when he took a dump rippled through his rectum. As soon as Justin's knob
was about to stretch open his sphincter, the boy paused and sunk his cock
back in, and once again Aaron trembled as he felt Justin's cock deep up his
rectum. Over and over Justin worked his hips, and over and over he worked
his cock in and out of the hot, moist chamber. Gradually he felt the
pressure rising and he became more and more anxious to shoot his load. At
last he felt the familiar twang in his groin and his seed shot out and into
the young blond singer. He grunted and groaned as he filled the young boy
with his seed, and Aaron sighed and snorted with equal pleasure.
Justin paused to enjoy the sensation for several minutes, remaining
totally motionless, and telling Aaron to do so also. Then he finally eased
his still stiff cock out. Bending over and working up a mouth of drool,
Justin dribbled his saliva over Aaron's still stiff tool. Then telling
Aaron to take his place, the fifteen-year-old boy lay on his back and threw
his legs up in the air as Aaron had done. Telling his pupil that he was
hot enough that the boy didn't have to rim him, which he first of all had
to define, he eagerly told the boy to place the tip of his cock against his
hole and to push forward slowly. Aaron was eager to give Justin the same
pleasure as the older boy had given him, and he followed his instructions
exactly.
He could not believe it. He was sticking his dick up another boy's ass.
He was fucking. He'd been fucked, and now he was doing it. His dick being
slender and Justin being hot, it was not that difficult for him to slip it
in. It was not that difficult to slip it out either, and his first couple
thrusts and withdrawals resulted in him pulling it out too far and having
to start over. It did not, however, take long for the horny
thirteen-year-old to set up a rhythm, and he was soon swaying his naked boy
to and fro and working his young teen dick in and out of the other boy's
ass. He inhaled deeply, and the air scented with the fresh, sweet hay and
the musk of two boys in heat magnified his delight.
Justin grinned up at the young boy plowing his ass and he knew exactly
how he was feeling, remembering the awe he'd had that first time. The
delight of having a hot, moist ass gripping your cock and releasing it in
time to your thrusts and withdrawals, the pleasure rippling through your
stiff cock and the burning of your knob as you eased it in and out, and the
awe of having your cock inside another boy for the first time is impossible
to describe. For himself, it was wicked knowing that he was the first boy
Aaron had ever fucked, and even though Aaron's dick was not as large as
Frankie's the slenderness added to the thrill of being fucked by the
younger boy.
Aaron looked down at Justin dreamily as he worked his hips to and fro, as
he felt the tension building in his groin, as he thought about how it was
going to be to shoot his load inside another boy. It was so wicked feeling
himself in someone, and that thought alone pushed him over the edge. With
a whimper of pleasure, he shuddered and shot his load into Justin. Shot
after shot erupted from his body and his legs went so weak he had to grasp
onto Justin's legs to support himself.
"That was so fucking wicked," he finally managed to whisper as he pulled
out.
"Oh, yeah," agreed Justin as he sat up, his butthole now filled with the
thirteen-year-old's cum.
The two boys embraced and kissed fondly, lovingly, nibbling at each
other's lips and cheeks, and holding each other tightly, the one naked, the
other in only his socks, until they heard the others pull into the farm
yard. Heading to the main house to talk to the couple who ran the farm
retreat before a heading to the bunkhouse to wash up for the evening meal,
and receiving the news that he wanted to hear, Aaron phoned home
"Hi, Mom? Yeah, it's I. No, there's nothing wrong. I'm having a great
time. In fact, that's why I'm phoning. Can I stay another week?" His
heart rose in his chest as he listened to the response. "Wicked! Love
ya!" he shouted. With a wide happy grin, the young singer hummed a
familiar song as he headed for the bunkhouse.
We've traveled so far
To explore the mysteries of life
And the reality of your youth
Is overlooked by those who restrict our freedom
Our freedom of expression
Our freedom to get wild
This is Aaron
And this my world
And it's yers
Stop
Everyone get wild wild wild wild
Whoah, I get wild
Whoah, I get wild.