Date: Sat, 13 Nov 2004 01:02:37 -0700
From: Dream Spinner <authorsix@hotmail.com>
Subject: "Aaron's Wet Dream:  An Afternoon With Ricky" (t/t, celeb)

Caution/Welcome.  The domestic spat between Aaron's parents reaches a new
flashpoint.  Having yanked her younger son from their multi-home complex in
their compound in Marathon in March to live with her new partner Eliot
Weisman and then with her in her new home in Parkland, Jane Carter decides
to forbid Aaron to see his father and siblings and announces she does not
want them to see any of his upcoming performances on his Jukebox Tour five
days before the tour is to open in Phoenix.  Frustrated, angry, and cut off
from friends and family, Aaron reaches a flashpoint himself.  Unable to
escape physically, his mind provides the much needed escape for his sanity
and fifteen- year-old Aaron finds himself temporarily transported from the
turmoil and bitterness of his present life back in time to his more
innocent childhood just after turning thirteen, early in his singing
career, and more important, on the verge of puberty.  This story does not
reflect nor imply a real event nor the real sexuality of this hot young
performer.  If you do not like reading gay fantasies about celebrities, old
family sitcoms, and young boys and their exploration of the mysteries of
sex, this is where you stop and hit the back or delete key and wait for the
next story.  This is the thirty- seventh of standalone stories in a series
of Aaron Carter and Friends fanfic gay fantasies and follows the story
"Aaron: Street Revenge."  This is also the first of a possible spinoff of
stories featuring Aaron's Wet Dreams, a suggestion by a young reader by the
name of Danny.  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.  The television series
"Silver Spoons" and the characters are copyright of NBC.  Comments about
the story and thoughts about this as a possible spinoff to introduce young
stars of the past can be sent to the author J.O. Dickingson at
authorsix@hotmail.com

           AARON'S WET DREAM: AN AFTERNOON WITH RICKY

     Shutting off the TV, Aaron lay back with a dejected sigh and a groan
of agony that only a teenage boy can perfect.  He was totally bored out of
his tree, the tree in this case being his mother's new residence in
Parkland Florida.  There was never anything of any interest on television
at the best of times, unless you were interested in those dumb reality
shows where people competed with each other for fame and money and did
their best to stab each other in the back for their personal gain.  Fuck,
he knew all about that.  He was living in a reality show, and it was just
as full of bitterness and mistrust as it was on television, even more so in
his case.  In his case it included family.  His mother and father
specifically.
     "Fuck!" he cursed as he slammed a fist into the pillow.  "Fuck, fuck,
fuck!"  He didn't give a damn if his bitch of a mother heard.  He didn't
give a damn if everyone in Parkland heard, or if they heard him all the way
down to Marathon, where he wished he was.  The fight between his parents
was the total, complete shits, and it was tearing him apart.  Rolling over
on his back, he stared up at the ceiling.  He had thought "bitch of a
mother" but he didn't really mean it.  He loved his mother.  He loved both
of his parents.  That was a big part of the problem.  If he only loved one
or the other it would be so much easier to hate the other.  He didn't hate
his mother.  He knew what she was doing was what she thought was right for
him.  At least he had to assume that was her reason.  It had to be.  If it
wasn't then his family really was being torn apart, and he could not
believe that.
     It was difficult to believe that her latest decision was for his own
good though, or the events leading up to it.  Picking him up and leaving
their home in Marathon to live with Eliot Weisman, the old man his mother
wanted managing him, without any notice at all, and then moving to his
mother's new place in Parkland while he was heavy into practising for his
upcoming Juke Box Tour the end of July did not make any sense.  She said it
was so he wouldn't have any distractions and could concentrate better.  He
had to admit he was easily distracted, and Angel and Nick and all the
opportunities in their complex in Marathon to do things other than dumb
drill and practice of routines he already had down pat were temptations he
could not resist.  That he had reluctantly accepted, but now today she
announces she is totally cutting off his phone and his computer.  No
contact even for five minutes with his twin sister Angel, no contact with
his big brother Nick, and especially no contact with his lover Jesse or his
good fuck buddies David and Justin.  Now distractions or not, that fucking
hurt and was in no way for his own good.  She was concerned about his
career and didn't want him being influenced by his brother and sister she
said.  Well fuck that.  They were his brother and sister.  Besides, he was
fifteen for fucksake, sixteen in a few months well just over four months.
He wasn't some pushover that would be that easily influenced.  She didn't
want him to have any contact with his dad, directly or through them, that
was what it was.
     And it was all about him.  That was the bottom line.  All over his
music and his career, all because of fame, and money, and power and
control.  She had said the separation between her and his father was a
difference of opinion about many things, not just him and his career, but
he knew better.  Most recently she said switching agents would be better
for him.  His father said it would ruin his career and it was just because
she didn't like his influence on his son.  She said he was a bad influence.
He was used to the arguing and the accusations.  Well, that wasn't quite
true.  No kid gets used to that.  In a way he had been glad when they had
announced they were separating, and he had figured maybe some time apart
would cool both down.  But now her announcement that there were not even
going to be any weekend visits, and they couldn't come see his show!  That
was totally insane.  No, it was a nightmare, and he was in the middle of
it!
     Aaron switched on the television again in desperation.  He didn't care
what was on as long as it took his mind off his family and reality.  He
needed to escape, if not physically from the dungeon she'd locked him up
in, then mentally from the torture chamber she had put him in.  He paused
in his channel surfing with a rerun of "NYPD Blue".  His mother never let
him watch the show, because of the language and the nudity and mature
themes.  As if he didn't hear cursing every day from the road crew when he
was on tour, or from kids half his age on the playground, and as if he was
interested in seeing the flabby naked ass of Dennis Franz.  The guy was old
and fat and ugly.  Just hearing David describing the scene in one of their
chats had been nauseating.  Now, a nude close up of Detective Danny
Sorenson, played by Rick Schroder, might not be bad.  Rick Schroder didn't
have a bad body for a guy who was over thirty, and of course from his
fifteenth birthday experiences, Aaron did have some knowledge about older
men.  Actually, he'd seen Rick Schroder staring in "Face of Terror" just
this summer.  The movie had been good, lots of action and suspense, but at
the time he'd actually spent more time fantasizing about meeting some
dark-eyed Spaniard than thinking about Rick Schroder.  After all, he'd be
. . .  thirty-three now.  He'd heard his PR agent Mike Ryan and some of the
guys on the road crew talking about him.  He'd gotten married to the woman
who had given birth to his son something like eight months after his son
had been born, and he had two sons now, and a daughter, and a sixteen
thousand-acre ranch in Montana.
     As the show ended and the station switched to advertisements Aaron
shut off the television once again.  He wondered where he'd be eighteen
years from now when he would be thirty-three and what he'd be doing.  He
was still interested in marine biology.  Maybe he'd own his own research
vessel and travel the seas doing research like that Frenchman whose shows
he enjoyed watching, Jacques Cousteau.  Would he be married?  He was
definitely one hundred percent gay, but he knew gay men married, sometimes
just for appearances, sometimes because they figured it would "cure" them,
and sometimes because they had settled for living a double life.  He was
living a double life right then, being gay and in the closet, and he did
not like it.  He had to right now for his career, but he could not see
continuing to do so when he was thirty-three.
     Of course then there was his mother.  How could he tell her he was
gay, even when he was thirty-three?  Nick would be okay with it.  He wasn't
sure what Nick's sexual orientation was.  Nick messed with other guys, he
knew that now, but since he messed with women too, he could be bi, or just
exploring both at the moment, though he was definitely a screaming bottom.
Angel would be okay with it.  They say twins have a special bond with each
other, and he suspected she already knew.  He wondered if he'd have kids.
That would be cool.  That was possible too, even if he was gay, and you
didn't have to marry to have kids.  Rick Schroder hadn't married, not for
eight months anyway.  He wondered if Rick Schroder had messed around with
guys when he was his age.  Of course he had no idea what his life had been
like as a teenager.  That was back in the early eighties, before he was
even born.  At any rate, Rick's life couldn't have been the hell his was.
Rick was one of the lucky ones.  He survived being a teen star, and went on
to a successful acting career.  Many didn't.  Look at Macaulay Culkin.  He
was making a comeback he heard, but he had demons, demons like he did,
except in Macaulay's case it had been his father who had fucked him up
whereas in his case it was his mother.
     Damn!  There were thoughts of his mother again.  Aaron flung himself
on his back so hard his bed creaked and he was sure his mother would come
storming in screaming at him any second.  It wasn't even his bed for
fucksake.  It was a strange bed in a strange house.  Speaking of strange
houses, Ricky Schroeder had lived in one.  Well, not Ricky Schroeder, but
Ricky Stratton, the character he'd played on the television series Silver
Spoons starting back when he was just twelve.  He'd seen reruns of the
show.  Now that was the way to live!  It would be something to have a house
like that, with all the toys and games he had, and to have a dad like he
had.  He wondered if real life was as sweet and innocent back in the
eighties like that.  It could have been.  His life had been sweet and
innocent back when he was twelve.  Actually, he had been sweet and innocent
back when he had been twelve, just exploring life and enjoying it, girls
and sex still all a mystery, having a couple close buddies to do guy stuff
with, enjoying singing and performing with the fame but without the
pressure and high expectations.
     Closing his eyes, Aaron slipped his right hand down inside his jeans
and his underwear and fiddled with his limp cock.  His mother could lock
out the world, but she could not lock out his imagination.  Pulling off his
T-shirt and unzipping his fly and unbuttoning the top of his jeans, he
pushed his jeans and boxers down to mid-thigh and then his hands returned
to the centre of attraction.  Closing his eyes, his right hand slowly
stroking his limp cock and his left rolling his nuts in their loose sack,
he concentrated on the pleasure he was creating. . . .
     The sun was shining brightly in Aaron's window when he awoke and as he
slowly raised himself on his elbows and looked around, it took him a moment
to remember where he was.  Since appearing with the Backstreet Boys, three
and a half years ago now, his own career had taken off, and like he'd told
a teen mag reporter recently, his life had gotten pretty exciting.  One day
he could be at home and the next he could be on a plane to Europe.  Last
fall he'd released his second album, launched by an American tour.  Touring
in different cities and staying in different hotel rooms was pretty
demanding, but also pretty exciting when you've just turned thirteen.
  It slowly dawned on him that he was not in a hotel room, but in his
bedroom, with his collection of Beany Babies on the shelf and his dolphin
memento from San Diego Sea World on his desk.  That was right, they had
moved, again, back to the east coast.  Actually, splitting time between
Florida, where he'd been born, and California, where he'd been living, had
been cool, and he'd even told a reporter that he was bi-coastal, which he
thought was sort of funny.  But this latest move, to Shallow Springs, Long
Island?  That was a bit much, even for his mother.
     "Aaron, Aaron, are you awake?"
     "I am now," he replied.  It was his twin sister.
     "Are you descent?"
     "I'm always descent."
     "You know what I mean."
     "Just a minute.  Aaron drew back the sheets and swung his legs out of
bed.  That was funny.  Somehow he remembered laying down last night above
the covers and with his clothes on.  And he also remembered his legs being
longer, and hairier.  In fact he remembered joking with Nick that his shins
were harrier than his older brother's, and he seemed to remember stroking
the fine blond hairs and finding them sexy to touch.  Right now his shins
were as smooth and hairless as his butt.  That was curious but before he
could think about it seriously, something else distracted him at that
moment a bulge tenting out his briefs.  That had been happening a lot
lately, especially at night, and sometimes at the most embarrassing times.
Quickly slipping on his blue jeans, he told his sister she could come in.
     "Guess who is living next door!"
     "I would have no idea."
     "Guess!"
     "Angel, how can I possibly guess?"
     "Edward Stratton!"
     Aaron looked at his twin sister quizzically.  Sisters can be weird
sometimes, especially recently-turned thirteen-year-old sisters.
     "The toy tycoon!  His place is like a mansion.  And his son is real
cute!"
     Aaron rolled his eyes.  They were living in a mansion, at least until
this last move, something that was sort of strange and he was still getting
used to, but the hot band his older brother Nick was in was really taking
off and the money was rolling in.  He wasn't doing that badly himself
actually.  As for being a cute son, everyone Angel met lately was either
real cute or a real nerd.  Heading off to the kitchen, he poured himself
some cereal and after eating went out in the backyard.  It was a bright,
sunny February day, and the recent snowfall was quickly melting.  A white
picket fence separated their lot from the neighbour's.  The boy Angel must
have been referring to was outside playing hoops in one of those portable
basketball stands.  He was cute, he supposed, not being any sort of
authority on cuteness.  Actually, they looked a lot alike, the boy having
blond hair like himself and looking like he was the same age.  He was a bit
taller, and a bit heavier, and his hair was shorter than his and his
eyebrows a bit darker.  The basketball hit the rim of the hoop and bounced
off the drive and over the fence.  Aaron retrieved it and walked over to
the fence and tossed it back.
     "Thanks."
     "You're welcome."
     "You just moved in."
     "Yeah."
     "I just moved in a while ago too.  Well, seven months ago. Wanna throw
some hoops?"
     "Sure."  Aaron looked at the picket fence and debated climbing over
it.
     "Better come around the front," the boy said, "one wrong move climbing
over those pickets and your voice will never change."
     Aaron laughed.  This new kid was cool.  They threw hoops for a while.
     "Want to come in for some hot chocolate?"
     "Uh, yeah, sure."
     "If you don't like hot chocolate, we got pop, or orange juice, and of
course milk," Ricky said, noticing Aaron's hesitation.
     "No, hot chocolate is fine."  Actually, living in Florida and
California, hot drinks had not exactly been all that common.
     "Want to walk to the kitchen, or ride?" Ricky asked with a smile as
they entered the front door and he looked over at the model train his
admittedly creative but eccentric father had built to go from room to room.
     "Oh wow, I forgot you had a train in the house."
     "Forgot?  You've been here before?"
     "Oh, no."  So how had he known about the train?  Aaron had a strange
feeling for a moment, as if something wasn't quite right.  "I must have
heard about it.  Maybe my mom."
     "I haven't seen your dad around."
     "Oh.  No, my mom and dad are separated."
     "Yeah?  Mine too."
     "Really?"
     "Yeah.  I used to live with my mom but then she figured it was too
much raising me, and that I needed a male influence in my life, so she
stuck me in a military school, which is not my thing, if you know what I
mean?  So I moved in here with my dad."
     "I'm just the opposite.  I lived with my dad, but now I'm with my
mom."
     "I'm an only child, but not spoiled," he observed with a grin,
noticing Aaron looking around.  "Most of this stuff my dad had built for
himself."
     "He sounds cool."
     "He is.  So, ride or walk?"
     "Ride of course," Aaron said with a grin.
     So they rode to the kitchen where Ricky made them some hot chocolate.
"So what else you like to do besides shoot hoops?"
     "I like most sports.  Especially swimming and boating.  And of course
singing."
     "Yeah?  Singing?  I'm not much for singing.  I like to listen to music
though."
     "Yeah?  What type of music you like?"
     "Mostly rock and roll.  What about you?"
     "Pop."
     "Not sure I know what that is."
     Aaron looked at him curiously.  What planet was he from not to know
what pop was?  He dressed very formally but he didn't strike him as being a
nerd.  "Who are your favourite singers?"
     "Oh, I don't know.  The Beach Boys I guess.  Menudo are pretty cool.
Girls really like them anyway.  And I really like Michael Jackson's latest
album."
     "Invincible?" Aaron asked.  It was not really doing that well.
     "Ah, no, I mean his latest solo album, Thriller.  I don't think I've
heard of Invincible."  Aaron looked at him curiously again.  He knew a lot
about Michael.  Michael was a good friend of his, and besides, everyone in
the music business knew all about his music.  His latest album?  Thriller
he produced over twenty years ago, in 1982. As for the other groups, he
knew nothing about the Beach Boys, and there was some talk about a new
Menudo group being formed again, but it had disbanded years ago.  "So what
grade are you in?" Ricky asked, sensing they had come to a dead end on the
topic of music.
     "Ah, seven."
     "So what's your favourite subject?"
     "I, ah, don't really have a favourite, though I like marine life."
     "Yeah?  I like science too.  We got a neat science teacher.  What were
the teachers like back where you came from?"
     "I, ah, well, I haven't been going to school."
     "You haven't?" Ricky asked, his eyes opening wide.
     "No, I've been homeschooled, what with all the travelling and stuff,
you know."
     "I never heard of that."  The two sat there uncomfortably, their hot
chocolate finished.  There didn't seem like they had much of anything in
common.  "So, you like to play games?  We got a games room with all the
latest stuff.  My dad's in the toy business."
     "Yeah?  Cool."  Hopping on the train, they rode to the games room
where Aaron received his next surprise.  There were dozens of games and
some pretty neat stuff, but most of it he'd never seen before, and Ricky's
video game collection was totally archaic.  They played a football game
where opponents stood on different sides of a table and used movable rods
to move the players, which was pretty neat.  Ricky was clearly experienced
at it and trounced Aaron, who clearly had never played the game before.
     "I seen a girl at your place.  About our age."
     "Oh, yeah, that's my twin sister, Angel.  She's a minute older than
me."
     "Cool.  Like I said, I'm an only child."
     "I got a brother and an older sister besides Angel, and an older
half-sister."
     "Did you have a girlfriend back where you lived?"
     "No.  It's sort of hard, you know, when you move a lot.  What about
you, you got a girlfriend?"
     "No way.  I've sworn off girls, and love.  Me and Derek both."
     "Really?"
     "Oh yeah.  Like there was this girl I met a couple months after I
moved in here, Sally Frumble.  I like asked her to be my steady girlfriend,
and then found out she was seeing someone else.  Then my friend Freddy and
I tried to make out with these girls who were into punk rockers, but they
figured us for preppies and dropped us, without even giving us a chance.
And then, like just last week, there was this girl who said she'd work for
my dad's toy company on condition I become her boyfriend!  Girls, they
either don't give a darn about you, or they're trying to run your life!"
     "Yeah, you wouldn't believe some of the letters I get from girls.
Some of it is embarrassing what they say they'd do if we were
boyfriend-girlfriend."
     "Letters?  You mean like in notes?"
     "Ah, yeah."  Ricky evidently didn't know who he was, and that was
cool, being able to just be a normal guy.
     "Well, me and Derek have sworn off girls.  Like, you know, who needs
them?"
     "Well, there are certain needs a guy has," Aaron said with a grin.
     "Oh yeah," Ricky agreed with a conspiratorial grin.  "Just last week
me and some of the guys found this X-rated video!  Oh man, was it ever hot!
And then Kate found us watching it.  Was that ever embarrassing!"
     "Kate?"
     "My dad's secretary.  I think she really likes my dad.  It'd be cool
if they got married.  She's okay."
     "So, she caught you watching a porn video?"
     "Oh yeah, right at the best part."
     "Were you, you know. . . ."
     "Oh yeah.  All of us were."
     "Now that would really be embarrassing!"
     "You better believe it!"
     "So what happened?"
     "My dad gave me a big lecture, and grounded me."
     "Tough."
     "Yeah."
     "So, when you, you know, when it happens, what do you do about it?"
     Even though they were alone, Ricky glanced about and then lowering his
voice to a whisper and drawing close, replied with a sheepish smile, "you
know, what all guys do."
     "Jerk?"
     "Yeah."
     "You and your buddies ever do it together?"
     Ricky hesitated.  "Yeah, Derek and me have.  What about you?"
     "Oh yeah, me and a couple buddies of mine.  We've done each other
too."
     "Yeah?  Neat.  It's better, doing it with someone else than alone,
don't you think?"
     "For sure."
     "So, can you, you know, come yet?"
     "No, not yet.  But I've started getting hair."
     "Yeah?  Mine's just started."
     Aaron hesitated.  "Wanna compare?"
     "Sure," Ricky said with a grin.
     Heading to Ricky's room, Aaron found it just as cluttered with toys
and games and other things as the rest of the house.  It was a typical
bedroom otherwise, with a desk and his school books scattered about it, a
bookcase with some of his favourite books and favourite things, some rocks
he'd collected, a model rocket he was building.  They sat down on the bed
and self-consciously and with some embarrassment pulled down their flies,
and undoing their belts, pushed down their trousers.  Aaron was wearing his
cargo pants, Ricky, a pair of black dress pants.  They were both wearing
white briefs.  They slowly pushed them down to mid thigh.
     Both boys had blond hairs.  Aaron had a thicker bush than Ricky, who
had only a small patch of short curly hairs right above his dick, but even
so from the sparsity of Aaron's patch, it was clearly just the beginning.
He did have larger and lower hung nuts while Ricky's dick looked longer.
They were both uncut.
     "Yeah, you got a lot more hair.  When's your birthday?"
     "I turned thirteen in December."
     "Soooo you're four months older than me," Ricky said as he calculated
the difference.  "I won't be thirteen for another two months, April 13."
The two boys looked at each other, the unobstructed sight of another boy's
private parts still something very new to both of them.  "So, you wanna
compare sizes?"
     "Sure."
     Getting off the bed and shuffling over to his desk, Ricky returned
with a plastic ruler.  Carefully measuring his first, and then handing the
ruler to Aaron and having him measure his own, at two and three-quarter
inches he was a quarter inch longer than Aaron.
     "Wanna compare when they're hard?" Aaron dared to ask, feeling himself
getting horny.
     "Sure."
     The two sat there side by side on the bed self-consciously and stared
down at their laps as they fiddled with themselves.  Aaron cautiously and
furtively glanced over at what Ricky was doing, and Ricky did the same.
     "What you think about, you know, when you do it?"
     "Mostly girls.  Sometimes about one of my buddies and imagine us doing
it like we are now, you know, the first time together.  And since that
video, sometimes me and Derek doing stuff with our girls on a date
together. What about you?"
     "Mostly about guys I know.  Like I said, you don't get to know that
many girls that well ."
     "When you move a lot," Ricky chorused, and the two laughed.
     They were young and soon hard, and again measured themselves.  Ricky
again, at just over four inches, was slightly longer than Aaron.
     "When you jack off, you pull the skin all the way back?"
     "Oh yeah, that feels so neat.  Do you?"
     "Sometimes."
     "I think it's neat having a foreskin."
     "Me too.  Some of my friends don't."
     "Yeah.  My friend Freddy Lippincottleman doesn't, but my friend Derek
does."
     The two boys sat there silently and awkwardly again.  They both were
stiff and both wanted to bring themselves to that delightful climax, that
each was certain would be wet the next time.  "So, you want to ," they both
began.  "So," they both began again, and then laughed.
     "You first," Ricky said.
     "No, you, you're the host."
     "And you're the guest."
     "So, now we got them hard, you wanna, you know," Aaron asked
self-consciously.
     "Sure.  If you do, that is," Ricky replied, quickly covering his
eagerness.
     "Sure do."
     So the two boys sat there on the bed fiddling with themselves.  It was
hot when you are young and on the verge of puberty, sitting there touching
what you should not be touching, doing what boys should not be doing.
     "Can I see what yours feels like?" Aaron dared to ask.
     "Sure.  If I can feel yours."
     And so the two young boys released their throbbing little tubes of
flesh and reached over and slipped a thumb and first two fingers about the
other's.  It felt the same, but so very different holding someone else's,
and having someone else's fingers about one's own.  Aaron dared to slowly
pull back Ricky's skin, revealing ever so slowly the swollen, reddish,
bulblike knob with the tiny puckered opening and funnel-like groove
underneath.  Ricky did the same, revealing Aaron's purplish mushroom-shaped
cap.
     "You and your friends ever dock?" Ricky asked, his voice cracking with
his excitement, much to his embarrassment.
     "Ah, I don't know.  What is that?"
     "Well," Ricky said, flushing with self-consciousness and with arousal,
"that's where two guys put their dicks tip to tip, and if they both got
skins, the one guy pulls his right back and then the other guy pulls his
skin over the knob of the first guy, and then the first guy pulls his skin
over the first guy's.  If one guy's cut then of course just one guy pulls
his skin over the other guy's dickhead."
     "Cool."
     "Wanna try it?"
     "For sure!"
     So, the two boys turned so they were sitting facing each other, their
underwear and pants about their ankles, Ricky in his pale blue shirt with
rolled-up sleeves and dark blue vest with large red diamonds, Aaron in his
loose, orange and green block shirt, their stiff dicklets pointing up in
the air.  They slowly lowered them and shuffled forward until their
dickheads met.  Aaron had never touched dicks with another boy before in
his life, and it felt wicked having the tip of his most private part
touching the tip of the other boy's hard, hot cock.  He stretched back his
skin and then held it there and watched as Ricky very slowly and very
carefully pulled his forward, stretching it open wide and pulling it over
Aaron's mushroom-shaped cap.  A shiver of excitement and arousal shot up
his spine and up his stiff cock as his dickhead disappeared inside Ricky's
skin.  It felt totally wicked, Ricky's skin feeling silky smooth and warm,
but even more wicked than the physical feeling was the thought that Ricky's
skin was now encasing his dickhead just like it normally would be encasing
his own!
     Pulling his skin back up and over Ricky's was more difficult in that
Ricky had to keep his stretched forward, and besides, it was Aaron's first
time.  They had to try several times, but both were determined, and Aaron
finally managed to slip his skin back up over his own knob, now encased in
Ricky's skin, and then over Ricky's enclosed knob.  Another quiver of
excitement and arousal ripped up his spine and up his stiff cock.  It was
so wicked, both the feeling, his skin slipping over Ricky's, and the
thought of what they'd done.  His knob was enclosed by another boy's
foreskin, and his skin was pulled over the other boy's, a skin enclosing a
skin.  Two boys could not do anything more intimate and personal!
     With their fingers wrapped about each other's knob, the two boys sat
there on the bed holding each other's most private part.  Ricky slowly
rotated his wrist, rubbing the rim of Aaron's sensitive knob through his
skin and Aaron's and sending ripples of stimulation through the blood-
engorged knob and up Aaron's throbbing cock.  Aaron followed, slowly
rotating his fist and sending the same pleasure up Ricky's young slender
cock.  And so the two inexperienced but horny boys, one twelve and ten
months and the other thirteen and two months, sat there and slowly
stimulated each other, their knobs encased in each other's skin.
     Familiar ripples of pleasure passed through their flesh and a familiar
tension began to build.  They pressed their dick tips together, their
peeholes pressing against each other, and the thought of shooting their
stuff up each other's dick caused the two boys to quiver and ache like they
had never ached before.  They began to rotate their fists more rapidly and
squeezed each other's dick head harder, imagining how hot the other must be
feeling from their own sensations.  That was the best part about having sex
with another guy; he had a dick just like yours and knew exactly how you
were feeling.
     The ache in Ricky's loins increased, sharper than it ever had before,
and suddenly he felt the familiar twang deep in his groin that announced
his orgasm, but this time it was accompanied by a rushing, burning flow up
the core of his numb cock, like he was going to piss.  Aaron felt the same
sensation, and suddenly he felt something hot, thick and gooey strike the
tip of his dick and flow over his dickhead.  A second later he felt his
stuff spurting out of his peehole, causing it to burn with a pleasure never
before experienced.  His thick, gooey cum flooded over the bulbous knob of
Ricky's throbbing, spurting cock and began filling Ricky's foreskin still
being pinned tight about Aaron's dickhead.  At the same time Ricky's cum
spurted over Aaron's, blood-engorged cap and began filling his foreskin
also.  Their cum, thick and copious, mixing and swelling out their
foreskins still tightly held by the two of them, puffed up the double layer
of skins like a swelling balloon.  In his ecstasy, Aaron slowly felt his
skin slipping back out of his fingers, and Ricky's slowly slipping back off
his cockhead.
     Throwing his head back with the greatest pleasure he'd ever felt,
Aaron gasped and groaned with his first wet orgasm, his cock, now freed,
jerking about madly like a loose fire hose, squirting out his cum in all
directions.  It shot up in the air and landed on his thighs in thick, hot
streamers and oozed down his leg.  It shot up into the air and landed in
thick globules in his thick, curly hairs to ooze down the crease between
his groin and leg and over his tightly swollen nuts.  It shot up into the
air and struck his naked chest, lacing it with streamer after streamer of
cum.  It was as if he was never going to stop, and for a moment, a new
panic set in, that he was having his first ejaculation, and not knowing how
to stop it, he would come until he'd emptied his balls in one long,
ejaculation.
     Sitting bolt upright in fear, his boxers and jeans at mid thigh, his
T-shirt on the bed beside him, Aaron inhaled and exhaled deeply as he
looked down at his thick, throbbing, spurting cock as it laced his naked
chest.  He inhaled the musky aroma of his fresh cum, delighting in its
familiar fragrance as his mind struggled with the fog encasing it,
delighting in the intense pleasure and trying to make sense out of what was
happening.  He slowly realized he was in his own bed in his bedroom, in
Parkland.  His cock, still spurting wildly, flung a streamer of hot, thick
cum across his thigh.  Another struck his right nipple and began oozing
down his smooth, broad chest.  He was fifteen again, and awakening from the
wildest wet dream of his life!