Date: Mon, 03 May 2004 18:46:07 -0600
From: Dream Spinner <authorsix@hotmail.com>
Subject: Aaron's Fifteenth Surprise Birthday Bash: Part 1/5 (t/t,m/m, t/m, celeb)

Caution/Welcome.  The following is a gay fantasy about the pop singer Aaron
Carter celebrating his fifteenth birthday with four of his teenage pals,
the main entertainment for the night with the help of Lance Bass being his
PR Agent, James Michael Ryan, who provides Lance and three of his buddies
further entertainment when Aaron and his friends are done, ending with
well, you'll have to read the story to find out.  This story does not
reflect nor imply a real event (if any reader thinks it does I love the way
you think!) nor the real sexuality of any of the individuals mentioned in
this story.  It does represent the sexual fantasy of a fan of Aaron Carter
and of this author's work who requested a story involving him in the role
of the fictional Mike Ryan.  If you do not like reading gay fantasies about
teenage boys, sex between teenagers, between men, and between teenagers and
men, some mild bondage and domination, or about celebrities, this is where
you stop and hit the back or delete key.  This is the thirty-first of stand
alone stories in a series of Aaron Carter and Friends fanfic gay fantasies
and chronologically follows the story "Aaron: Alpha Male".  This story is
posted at free gay story sites for the purpose of adult entertainment.
Permission is not given to copy electronically nor by any other means for
the purpose of redistribution or posting at sites other than described
without the permission of the author.  Comments and invitations to teen
celebrity orgies can be sent to the author J.O. Dickingson at
authorsix@hotmail.com Comments will be forward to "Mike" unless requested
not to with Email addresses or other identification removed.

            AARON'S FIFTEENTH SURPRISE BIRTHDAY BASH: Part 1/5

                       MAKING PARTY PLANS

     "Hey Lance!"
     "Hey Aaron!  Howzit goin'?"
     "Cool.  Way cool.  And you?"
     "Same."
     "So whatcha doin' here?"  Though he and Lance shared the same record
label, for the two of them to show up at the same time at the Jive Records
Orlando offices was a surprise.
     "Settling some very pleasant business.  Going to be Santa Claus,"
Lance replied with a smile.
     "Santa Claus?"
     "There's this radio station in Jackson, Mississippi, that's holding a
contest to raise money to buy presents for patients at the Blair E. Batson
Children's Hospital.  I'll be accompanying the winner on a shopping spree
at their local Toys-R-Us on the twenty-first."
     "Hey, way cool," Aaron responded, rasing his hand and the two
high-fived.
     "Just arranged for Jive Records to donate radio time to play some
N'Sync songs from the Celebrity album.  Good for the radio station, and
good PR for Jive Records, not to mention N'Sync."
     "Right on!"
     "And you?  What are you doing here?"
     "Business too.  Well, my mom is.  She's working out some deal for Nick
and me with Jive, the game company Hasbro, and some outfit called Alliance
or something.
  I'm not sure what it's all about, top secret until the official PR
announcement and all that sort of crap, you know.  Besides, I'm just along
to provide the pretty face.  I leave the business shit up to my mom."
     "Hey, you know what they say, if you got it, flaunt it," Lance said
with a smile.  Despite the competition between the Backstreet Boys and
N'Sync, he liked Nick and Aaron.
     "Speaking of PR, Mike Ryan did some work for you didn't he?"
     "Well, not me directly, for N'Sync, before the band went on a hiatus
in June.  Good stuff, very professional, one of the best in my opinion.  I
heard he was doing some work for you."
     "Yeah.  He did a great job on my last tour"
     "Heard the tour was a real success."
     "Yeah, it was.  But a lot of work.  You know what touring is like."
     "Sure do."
     "Will be nice to be in one spot for a while."
     "Know what you mean."
     The two stood there awkwardly for a moment.  Though they knew each
other, they didn't really know each other that well to keep a conversation
going, there being an eight-year age difference and their paths just never
crossing that often, especially with N'Sync and the Backstreet Boys more or
less in competition.  It was funny in a way in that both bands were
wavering at that point where they could be breaking up, Aaron's brother
Nick having struck off solo, and Justin Timberlake doing the same.
     "So, ah, you get to know Mike very well?"
     "Yeah, I guess.  Why do you ask?" Lance asked, getting a strange look
on his face.
     "Well," Aaron replied, "I don't know exactly how to say this."
     "Just say it."
     That was one thing Aaron liked about Lance.  He was down to earth and
straight up, not like many in the entertainment business.  Aaron nodded
that they step outside where they wouldn't be heard.
     "I was wondering if, well, if he was gay."  Aaron noticed Lance's face
darken for a second as the singer glanced away uncomfortably, supporting
his suspicion that he was right.  Of course it could just be Lance was
uncomfortable talking about sex with him.  They were, after all, eight
years apart, and he was only fourteen, well, fifteen in a few days.
     "What would make you wonder that?" Lance asked cautiously.
     "Just little things, nothing really that specific.  Nothing really.  I
shouldn't have brought it up."
     "No, that's okay.  It's funny that you did actually."
     "Why's that?"
     "I had the same suspicion when he worked with us."
     "Really?"
     "Yeah.  Like you said, little things.  When the guys talked about the
female fans and some of the hot girl bands and about getting laid and
things like that, he never joined in, not a comment.  And when we changed
for the shows and stuff, I got the sense he was watching us, not perverted
or anything like that, just, well, as if he was curious.  Or I guess,
interested is a better way to put it."
     "Exactly.  In fact I'm sure he's boned up a few times."
     "Really?"
     "Yeah, when I, well, flirted with him."
     "You flirted with him?" Lance asked, snorting in surprise.
     "Yeah.  You know, pressed my leg against his, put my hand on his knee,
simple stuff like that."
     "You wicked devil you," Lance said with a smile.
     "Problem is he never did anything."
     "Suppose he had, followed up on your invitation that is?"
     "Given him a thrill of his life time," Aaron responded with an impish
leer.
     "Seriously."
     "I dunno, to be honest.  He's sort of old you known, like thirty I
think."
     "Hey, you make him sound like he's over the hill."  Lance seemed
defensive, but then he was twenty-three.  There wasn't that much difference
between twenty-three and thirty when you're that age, Aaron figured.
     "Hey, I got nothing against older guys.  I got nothing against gays
either.  If I did, I'd be against half the people in the entertainment
field," Aaron chuckled.  He was uncomfortable making such a comment,
feeling like he was lying or something, though he wasn't saying he wasn't
gay himself and there was no reason for him to reveal his own preference
anyway.  He didn't go around announcing his religion, or his preference in
toothpaste.  Well, he did the latter.  Fans were interested in that sort of
thing for some weird reason.
     "Yeah, you got that right."  Aaron noticed Lance shuffle uncomfortably
and he wondered if maybe Lance wasn't as tolerant as he was.  He tried to
think whom Lance was going with lately.  He didn't really keep up on that
sort of gossip.  "I got no problem either," Lance continued.  "Some of the
greatest musicians and entertainers have been gay.  Beethoven, Tchaikovsky,
Elton John, Johnny Mathis, Rod McKuen, Boy George.  And that's just a few I
can think of at the moment."
     "Beethoven was queer?"
     "Well, there is some debate, but there are enough who think so.  Back
in his day you didn't go around announcing that sort of thing.  They say
some of the most brilliant music was the result of repressed homosexual
urges, and especially when those feelings were for young boys."
     "Well, things haven't changed that much," Aaron observed wistfully,
thinking of one of his idols in particular.
     "No, sadly they haven't," replied Lance, thinking of the same person.
     That Lance had said sadly didn't escape Aaron's attention, and
encouraged him to say what he would never have said otherwise.  "Well, that
can't be Mike's situation.  I couldn't have offered him a better
opportunity and he didn't take me up on it."
     "You offered Jacko an opportunity?" Lance asked in surprise.
     "Oh, no, not that Michael!  I was referring to Mike Ryan!"
     "Oh, right," Lance replied with an embarrassed chuckle.  He thought
for a moment before continuing.  "Seriously, if Mike Ryan had taken you up,
what would you have done?"
     "Gone for it.  Like I said, I got nothing against gays or older guys."
     Lance thought for an even longer time before responding.  "Well,
sometimes guys need some extra encouragement, especially when they don't
know how others feel about gays, and even more so if there's a significant
age difference."
     "You mean I should just come out and tell him I'm okay with it if he
wants to get it on?"
     "More likely than not that'll chase him away, especially coming from
someone your age.  No, if your suspicions are right, you got to give him
some enticement, but you got to be subtle, and when you've got his full
attention you got to force things to the point where his balls take over
for his brains."
     "So how do I do that?"
     "Well, for starters you could tie him up," Lance laughed.
     "So there you are," Jane Carter said sharply as she stepped out of the
Jive Offices.  "I wondered where you'd gotten to," she said, glaring at
Aaron and making her displeasure known despite Lance's presence.  Aaron
began to tense.  Fuck, he was fifteen, almost!  "Tie who up?"  she asked,
looking at Lance.
     "Oh, we were just joking," Lance responded quickly.
     "Hmmm.  Well, come along Aaron, we have things to do."
     "Hey, been nice talking to you, Lance.  Good luck on that Santa
thing."
     "Yeah, thanks.  You have a Merry Christmas, and all the best to you
too."
     "Santa thing?" Jane Carter asked as she hurried Aaron down the street.
     "Yeah.  Lance is doing this charity thing for a children's hospital."
     "You didn't tell him anything about why we were here, did you?"
     "Of course not.  Besides, I don't really know why we're here."
     "And all the best you don't right now.  Was he asking about Nick, or
his album?"
     "No," Aaron replied, growing irritated.  He hated being treated like
he was dumb, or a child, and everything ending up being about Nick.  "We
didn't even mention Nick.  We were just talking is all, passing the time."
     "Well, I don't trust him.  All that nonsense about being an astronaut.
It's a publicity stunt, you watch.  I have a feeling about such things,"
she observed.  "And don't you go rolling your eyes at me young man!"
     Aaron didn't say anything.  He knew he should apologize, but just
because he was fourteen and she was his mother didn't make her comments, or
her attitude, right.  Beside, in less than a week he'd be fifteen.  When
you are almost fifteen, you can roll your eyes at your mother once in a
while, especially when she deserves it.
     Aaron sat there sullenly as she drove back home, sulking like a
typical teenager she supposed.  She didn't need that, not for all she was
doing for him, and on top of the problems she was having with his father,
and besides he was better than that.  He was much more mature than the
average teenager.
     Actually, Aaron had totally forgotten their conversation by the time
he'd gotten to the car.  He was deep in thought, about James Michael Ryan,
about what Lance Bass had said, and about his upcoming fifteenth birthday.
Well, actually, about Jesse McCartney, the love of his life.  He'd told his
family he didn't want a big thing over his fifteenth birthday, and in fact
just wanted to invite Jesse over and have some quiet time.  His parents had
agreed.  His mom seemed to have accepted Jesse, said that it was important
for him to have a couple especially close friends, knowing how difficult it
was being on tour and practising ten, eleven hours a day on top of school
work.  Besides, he thought wryly, she didn't see Jesse as a bad influence,
nor as a threat to his career.  He wondered what she'd say and do if she
knew they were lovers.
     Pushing that thought out of his mind, he concentrated on what he and
Jesse would do, besides the sex stuff.  They'd toss a baseball around of
course.  Jesse loved baseball.  And he'd see if Nick would take the boat
out and take them water skiing. :Jesse loved to waterski.  And they'd spend
a lot of time on the beach, at his favourite secluded spot.  They both
loved the beach.  And of course they'd make hot, passionate love.  Maybe if
he could get permission, they'd spend the night on the beach, light a fire,
roast marshmallows and wieners, and he'd get Jesse off everyway possible
until his nuts were totally drained.
     It was a natural jump to thinking about Mike and making out with him.
Maybe he and Jesse both could.  Just because they were lovers didn't mean
they couldn't have sex with others.  Fuck, they were only fifteen.  Well,
he would be then.  Jesse was eight months older than he was.  They could
have Mike pop out of a birthday cake, like you see in movies, and they'd
lick the icing off him.  Now that should get him hot, like Lance had
suggested.  Or maybe they could blindfold him and play pin the tail on the
donkey, but after they spun him around and got him dizzy they could pull
down his pants and play a different tail game.  Or maybe somehow get him to
try the milking machine that David had given him for his last birthday.
Now that would be hot.  Even hotter would be if he invited David to join
them.  It had been ages since he'd seen David, and he'd be daring enough to
wrestle Mike to the floor and help him and Jesse tie him up.  Then they
could really have some hot fun.  By the time they got home, Aaron had a
throbbing bone.
     Dropping his hands in front of his crotch to hide the bulge in his
shorts, he headed straight to his bedroom, to work on his school work that
he'd been putting off he said.  Closing the door behind him, he flopped
down on the bed on his back, and raising his ass, he slipped his hands
under his shorts and his boxers and pushed both of them down off his hips,
leaving them at mid-thigh for a quick pull up incase he had to.  His mother
didn't normally disturb him when he closed his door, and knocked ahead of
time when she did, but there could always be a first time.
     His five-and-a-half-inch bone pointed straight up in the air,
twitching impatiently for him to begin stroking it.  He was fucking hot and
knew he'd pop a load in less than a minute if he did, so instead he reached
down and played with his balls.  He had big balls, like Nick, and his
father, whose nuts he'd seen hundreds of times when they'd changed into
their swim suits, or out of them.  Living on the beach almost all his life,
that had happened a lot.  He thought back when he was little, five or six,
and being sort of fascinated by his dad's equipment.  His dad was hung, his
meat thick as a salami and long, at least four inches or more in its normal
soft state.  He remembered wondering what it felt like, and had even
managed to "accidentally" brush his hand against it when they'd changed.
His dad hadn't seemed to have noticed his interest, or even his touch, and
if he had, he hadn't made a deal out of it.  His dad was cool that way.
     He remembered wondering what it would feel like to have something that
big hanging between his legs.  Slipping his fingers about his stiff cock,
he pushed his foreskin up over the knob and releasing it, he watched as it
slid back down over his knob.  He liked having a skin, though had he been
circumcised he probably wouldn't have cared.  Plain and simple, he loved
having a cock, and he loved cocks of all shapes, sizes and colours.  He
repeated the action and quivered with the pleasure as his skin eased back
down over his knob to form a collar of folded skin just below it.  He
remembered the first time he'd drawn his skin back and how it had crept
back up.  He supposed it was years of jerking off that had reversed that.
As he wrapped his fingers about the base of his cock and slowly drew them
up, easing his skin back over his knob, he wondered how many times he'd
jacked off since that afternoon on the farm when he and Justin Berfield had
first messed around.  He wondered how many galleons of cum he'd shot from
his balls by now.
     He paused to let his throbbing cock cool off and he brought his
fingers to his nose and inhaled.  Fuck, he loved the smell of cock and hot
sweating balls.  If he could bottle it and sell it, he'd wear it all the
time.  He could just imagine one of his thousands of girl fans asking him
what that cologne was that he was wearing and telling her it was the smell
of his dick.  Now that would make the favourites list of every magazine
interviewer and every fan site.
     He resumed stroking his aching, throbbing teenage cock.  He wondered
if Mike was cut or uncut, and how big he was, and if he jacked off and how
often.  He wondered what Mike thought about when he jacked off, and if he
ever thought of him.  He closed his eyes and pictured Mike in his mind.  He
imagined Mike sitting there on the bed beside him, his fingers stroking his
stiff cock.  Aaron switched hands.  Jerking off with the hand you don't
usually use made it so different.  It made it easier to imagine it was
someone else's hand.  Aaron swallowed the saliva that had collected in his
mouth and concentrated on the throbbing pleasure of his stiff bone and the
tingling arousal causing his knob to burn.  His breathing became deeper and
he opened his eyes and watched his fingers slipping up and down his aching
cock.  As the tension built deep in his groin, he sat up and holding his
right hand in front of his cock, he inhaled deeply and quivered with
delight as he began to squirt.
     He loved shooting, and making others shoot.  He thought of his
experience not that long ago with eleven-year-old Erik Per Sullivan.  Hell,
he liked to make younger boys quiver with their orgasm even if they
couldn't shoot.  He plain fucking loved guys.  More than anything though,
he loved shooting off a load.  He trembled with delight as he squirted his
thick, hot, creamy jizz into his palm.  Being extra horny, he shot a
copious load and he gasped and panted with the pleasure of his orgasm as a
wonderful sense of bliss passed over his body.  He wondered if a guy ever
got tired of jacking off.  He didn't think he ever would.
     His breathing was still heavy as he slowly drew up on his cock,
milking out the remaining semen. That was so cool watching the thin flow of
creamy white juice ooze out of the burning tip of his cock, and how each
time he pulled up on his cock another ripple oozed down the strand
connecting his cock to the pool of cum in the palm of his hand.  Finally he
could milk out no more and the strand broke off.  He looked down at the
thick, milky pool with translucent streaks, and then raising his hand to
his face, he sucked his jism into his mouth.  He pressed his lips against
his palm and sucked in the warm, gelatinous goo, and then closing his lips,
he worked it in his mouth, delighting in the unique taste of his cum and
erotic pleasure of having his hot, gooey stuff oozing between his gums and
his cheeks and flowing over his tongue.  There was a soft knock on his
door.
     Quickly yanking up his shorts and boxers, he swallowed the goo in his
mouth.  The wad oozed down his throat but being thick and sticky his tongue
and the inside of his mouth were still coated.  Pressing his lips together,
he swallowed a second and third time.  Feeling the stickiness, he quickly
licked his lips, wondering if he was licking them clean, or leaving an even
more evident film of cum on them from that on his tongue.  His mother
knocked again.  Fucking damn!  His semierect cock was hanging down his
right leg, limp and sticky, and being squeezed by his boxers and shorts it
oozed out a residual droplet of cum.  It felt warm and wet against the
inside of his thigh.  "Yeah?"
     His mother slowly opened the door, a plate of chocolate chip cookies
and a glass of milk balanced on a tray in her other hand.  "I thought you
were working on your homework."
     "I, ah, thought I'd lay down for a bit, you know, rest up my brain
cells."
     "Hmm, procrastinate, you mean," Jane Carter said with a smile as she
placed the tray on the night stand.  "Well, maybe this will give you the
energy and incentive to do a bit of work."
     "Yeah, it will, thanks, mom," Aaron replied as the sat up and swung
his legs off the bed.  He was particularly conscious of his limp, wet dick
and the little droplet of cum that had oozed out and was sticking his
boxers to his thigh.  He was also conscious of the sticky flim clinging to
the roof of his mouth.  He took a bite of cookie.  Cum coated chocolate
chip, now that would be a hit at his birthday party!
     "Get some work done," Jane said.  "And open a window.  It smells
stuffy in here," she observed as she sniffed the cum-scented air.  "You
have some dirty clothes laying around in your room?"
     "No, of course not," Aaron protested, giving her a scowl.
     "Then open a window," she responded sharply as she turned and headed
back into the hall, closing the door behind her.  Aaron glared at the door.
He loved his mom, but she could be such a bitch.  He inhaled deeply,
thankful that his mother didn't know what the odour was.  He'd open the
window when he left his room.  For now he wanted to enjoy the fragrance.
He sat down at his desk.  That had been close.  He felt a bit of
embarrassment and even a little shame sitting there with his wet, limp dick
hanging down his leg and the taste of cum in his mouth reminding him what
he'd just done.  He wondered what his mother would say if she knew he
jerked off, or what any mother would say knowing that about her teenage son
for that matter.  He also wondered what she'd say if she'd known the
thoughts he'd had about Mike.  Taking a long drink of milk and slushing it
about in his mouth, he imagined marketing cum-flavoured milk and smiled as
he imagined one of the ways it could be produced.  Now that would be a job
to have!  His thoughts turned back to about what Lance had said, and about
Mike and how more and more certain he was that the man was gay, and
interested in him.  He imagined him at his birthday party with Jesse and
Justin, the three of them getting it off.
     He tried to do some homework, but his mind now in full gear, he could
think of nothing else for the rest of the day, nor the next day, his
imagination getting wilder and wilder until he was having an orgy with
Mike, Jesse, David, Lance and Shad Moss in a weightless simulator at the
Kennedy Space Center as Mike's birthday gift to him.  Monday, December
second, five days before his birthday, there was a major blow up in the
Carter household.  Tuesday night, he phoned Lance Bass.