Date: Mon, 04 Apr 2005 00:52:45 -0600
From: Dream Spinner <authorsix@hotmail.com>
Subject: "Better Than Hershey Chocolate" (t/t, t/b, celeb)

Caution/Welcome.  After a full day of touring and an early evening
performance at Hershey Pennsylvania, Aaron, Misha and Stevie find something
that is even better than Hershey chocolate and a whipped cocoa bath in the
Hershey Spa to unwind and regain their energy.  Although incorporating many
real facts, this story does not reflect nor imply a real event nor the real
sexuality of these three hot young performers.  If you do not like reading
gay fantasies about celebrities or about chocolate and two teenage boys and
a twelve-year-old engaged in a hot ball-blasting good time, this is where
you stop and hit the back or delete key and wait for the next story.  This
is the forty-third of standalone stories in a series of Aaron Carter and
Friends fanfic gay fantasies and chronologically follows the story "Aaron
and Misha."  Stevie Brock was first mentioned in the story prior to that.
This story is posted at gay adult story sites for the purpose of adult
entertainment.  Permission is not given to copy electronically for the
purpose of redistribution or posting at sites other than described without
the permission of the author.  Comments can be sent to the author J.O.
Dickingson at authorsix@hotmail.com

		   AARON: BETTER THAN HERSHEY CHOCOLATE

     "Thanks," Aaron said, handing Stevie his cell phone back.
     "Hey, you're welcome.  Like I told ya, you can use it anytime you
like."
     "Your mom's going to wonder why all the sudden long distance calls,
and why all to one number in New York when she sees the bill."
     "I'll just tell her Jesse and I became good friends when we met at
Albany."
     "Actually, that wouldn't be a lie.  Jesse tells me you two did become
good buddies," Aaron said with a suggestive leer, and Stevie immediately
began to blush, knowing what Aaron meant.  "In fact from what he said,
maybe I should be worried about you horning in on my boyfriend."
     "Hey, no problem of that!  The way all he could talk about was how
awesome you were and how worried he was about you, it was pretty obvious
how much in love he was with you."
     Aaron was pleased to hear that even though he already knew it in his
heart.  After the rough time he'd been having trying to deal with his
battling parents, it was nice to hear something good for a change.  "That's
nice to hear, but Jesse tells me you have a pretty nice horn all the same,"
Aaron teased.  Stevie began to turn redder, much to Aaron's enjoyment.  It
was great to finally find someone who blushed as easily as he did.
     "It must be awesome to love someone the way you and Jesse love each
other."
     "It is.  When I'm down that's the one thing that buoys me up and keeps
me going."  That was true, but in saying so he could not help thinking
about his night with Misha Hamilton six days ago when he'd been feeling
totally bummed over the latest big fight between his parents and the arrest
of his father for battery, and how Misha had not just comforted him, but
had actually managed to buoy him up.  His dick twitched as he thought of
the hot time they'd had that night, and as he looked over at Stevie, it
twitched again as a thought crossed his mind.  "It is the love we have that
makes all the difference, not that a hot night of sex can't lift a guy's
spirits, as you well know."
     Stevie turned so red his face felt like it was on fire.  The
twelve-year-old had been introduced to the joys of guy to guy sex just six
days ago himself, Jesse McCartney and Chris Trousdale having introduced him
first to a jerk circle, and then to a daisy chain after their performance
at the Albany Riverfest on the same night Misha had been comforting Aaron.
     "We love each other, but we got an agreement that won't stop us from
having sex with other guys, especially in that it can be months between
seeing each other.  We don't usually talk about guys we've had sex with,"
Aaron continued.  "Like we're not the type that messes around with a guy
and then tells everyone.  Jesse was actually asking me if you'd said
anything or if I'd noticed anything, if, you know, if you were okay with
what had happened."
     "What did you tell him?"
     "Well, I told him that you hadn't said anything, and that I really
hadn't noticed anything, other than I'd noticed you watching me a lot, and
groping yourself at the same time, but a lot of guys do that," Aaron joked.
     Stevie laughed and took a playful swing at Aaron and the two spared
for a few minutes.  "Actually," Stevie observed with a smile, "I've noticed
you looking at me a lot."
     "Well, you are a cutie," Aaron teased.  "All your fans say so on their
web sites."
     "And a lot of yours say the same about you," Stevie said with a grin,
giving as well as he was taking.  "Actually, there's been some reporters
who have said we are a lot alike, in looks, and in our singing," he
observed. "Some even say I'm like you when you were young.  I've taken that
as a real complement."
     "Thanks, " Aaron replied, pleased with the comment.  "But you don't
have to suck up to me," he added, knowing very well that Stevie was too
honest and innocent to be doing that.
     "Well, how about just sucking you then?" Stevie asked with an impish
grin.
     "Hey, now you do sound like me," Aaron observed with mock seriousness
and the two boys laughed.  "So, honestly, you okay with what happened at
Albany?"
     "No," replied Stevie, suddenly downcast.  Aaron immediately became
serious.  That answer he had not expected. "I haven't been able to think of
anything else since, and it has gotten me so horny it is driving me crazy,"
Stevie said with an impish twinkle in his emerald green eyes.
     "Well," Aaron laughed, a prankster himself and delighted when someone
put one over on him, "I think I can do something about that."
     "Great!" Stevie said with not totally mock enthusiasm as he grinned at
Aaron.
     "They are right about you being similar to me.  Now you're acting just
like me," Aaron observed and the two boys laughed.  They stood there
awkwardly, glancing at the parking lot, up at the Hershey Hotel and Spa
where they were staying for the night, and across at the lights of Hershey.
"Would you like to mess around?"
     "Seriously?"
     "Yeah."
     "Yeah," Stevie replied.  "It you really want to."
     "I do."
     "Where?" Stevie asked, looking around.
     The two boys had stepped out of the hotel, saying that they needed to
unwind after their high-energy performance and to work off the sugar high
they'd built up from a day of Hershey chocolate treats.  It had been a full
day, beginning with a tour of the Hershey factory and museum, then setting
up and rehearsing at the Hershey Park amphitheatre and going on a few of
the rides before getting ready for their performance.  That they needed to
work off their energy was only partially true.  They had primarily sought
some privacy so Aaron could borrow Stevie's cell phone to call his
boyfriend Jesse McCartney, his mother having cut off all means of contact
with Aaron after her big fight with his father, and being especially
vigilant after her most recent altercation with him.
     "How about the gardens?" Aaron suggested.  They were at the edge of
the spa parking lot on Pat's Hill overlooking the twenty-three acre Hershey
Gardens.
     "I think they are all fenced in."
     "I'm sure we'll find some way to get in.  It'd be private, and it's
not like we are going to be doing any damage or anything."
     "All right," Stevie agreed with a smile.  It had been in the bushes
back along the Hudson where Jesse and Greg had introduced him to guy to guy
sex, and the idea of doing it outside in the luxurious Hershey Gardens on
that hot August Pennsylvania night sounded great to him.  Stevie knew he
still had a good half an hour before his mother would be beginning to
worry, and Aaron knew that his mother knew she'd pushed him to his limits
with her recent fight with his father so she wouldn't be coming to look for
him.
     The garden was fenced in but it was not too difficult for two
determined boys to find their way in.  The place being dark and deserted,
it didn't really matter where they did it.  Heading along the outer path
past the Memorial Garden, they found themselves in the fragrant Perennial
Garden, which was as good as any for their purpose.  Although they had both
messed around with others, and although they had gone to the garden for a
particular purpose, they had never done anything together before, and they
pushed down their pants and underwear and sat on the lawn at the edge of
the flower beds self consciously.
     "Wanna try mine?" Aaron asked.
     "Sure."
     As Stevie reached over and slipped his fingers about Aaron's limp
dick, Aaron reached over with his left and slipped his fingers about
Stevie's.  He recalled when his was so small and innocent, and when he had
a tiny, new bush of curly blond hairs.  He slowly pulled back Stevie's
foreskin, revealing his sensitive, red knob and he recalled the first time
another boy had first pulled his skin back.  That had been just over two
years ago and he'd only been eight months older than Stevie was now.  A lot
had happened since then.  Stevie was only beginning.  As the
twelve-year-old slipped his fingers down Aaron's flaccid cock, slowly
pulling his skin back, Aaron stared over at him.  Stevie's eyes were glued
to Aaron's crotch, and his lips were pressed together in concentration.
The look on his young, innocent face was so hot Aaron was afraid he might
cum before he even got stiff.
     "It's awesome having a cock, isn't it?" Aaron asked.
     "Oh yeah, like so totally."
     "It's amazing actually how a guy's dick can swell like it does and
become so hard, and how so totally awesome it feels when it's stiff."
     "Oh yeah," Stevie agreed with a sigh, his cock quickly responding to
their talk and Aaron's stroking.  "And how fast it can happen."
     "Sometimes at such embarrassing times."
     "Holy cheese yeah!"
     "And it's so wicked how different it feels having another guy stroking
you off, and feeling another guy's throbbing cock in your hand."
     "Oh yeah," Stevie responded, his voice surprisingly husky.
     The two boys stopped talking and sat there on the fresh green grass
tugging on each other's cock.  They concentrated on the pleasure throbbing
through their swollen flesh, and on the pleasure of bringing another boy
that delight.  They stroked each other slowly, both wanting the pleasure to
last, but they were young and horny, and eager to experience and to bring
the other that ultimate pleasure.  Their breathing grew more laboured and
they began to squirm as they felt their climaxes approaching.
     They shot off together, their cum spurting out of their swollen,
aching cocks and arching through the air to fall on the grass before them.
Shot after shot erupted from their cocks and they trembled with the joy
pulsating through their loins and the joy of grasping another boy's
throbbing cock.  Jacking off was always a pleasure, and doing someone else
as they did you was a double pleasure.  Their chests rapidly rose and fell
as they shot off their last rounds, holding each other's spurting hose by
the base.  They sat there in the dark, the crescent of the summer moon high
above them, sticky fingered and with stiff dripping dicks and swollen balls
as they stared at the fresh puddles of cum soaking into the grass.  They
inhaled deeply, inhaling the fresh Pennsylvania night air scented with
Rudbeckia, Asters and teenage cum.
     "Oh man, that was great," sighed Stevie.
     "It was," agreed Aaron.  "Too bad we have to go back to the hotel."
     "I can probably get an extension."
     "You think so?"
     "Sure, when I tell my mom I'm with you."
     "Little does she know what an influence I am," Aaron laughed as Stevie
tugged his jeans half way up his thighs and took out his cell phone.
     "Hi, Mom?" he asked, though obviously it could not be anyone else.
"Me and Aaron are outside yet, just, ah, admiring the, ah, flowers and, ah,
sitting and talking," he said glancing at Aaron who impishly reached over
and fiddled with Stevie's semierect cock.  "I know it's late, but can I
stay up another half an hour?" he asked, squirming with the pleasure and
trying not to laugh.  "Cool!  Love ya!"
     "A half hour?" asked Aaron, "we better get at it again if that's all
the time we got!"
     "Exactly what I was thinking," Stevie responded, his voice suddenly
cracking.  He hated it when it did that and immediately blushed.  Aaron had
to have noticed it but he made no comment about it.  Likely he understood.
     "Then I'd like to try something with you," Aaron said, "something I
just learned about actually, and I know Jesse wouldn't have done it with
you.  If you want to."
     "Sure," Stevie responded with a shrug.  He of course had no idea what
Aaron was talking about, but he had no reason not to try anything with him.
     After slipping off their runners and their trousers and underwear and
removing their shirts, Aaron had Jesse lay on his back on the grass.
Kneeling between the twelve-year-old's outspread legs, Aaron raised them in
the air until his legs were bent back over his head.  As he looked up
between his raised and outspread legs and saw Aaron lowering his head,
Stevie was sure he was about to be blown.  To his total surprise and
disbelief, Aaron's mouth descended not on his semierect cock, but on his
butthole!  Even more of a surprise was when Aaron fastened his lips against
his hole in an obscene kiss, then began to swirl his tongue around his
hole.  The biggest surprise of all however was how sensitive his butthole
was, and how arousing it felt to have it being kissed and licked.  His anus
itched much like his dickhead did when it was aroused, and at that moment
his dick was rapidly swelling.  Like he'd told Jesse, it seemed like
everything and anything got him hard, even getting his asshole licked.
     Stevie was not the only one surprised.  Ever since Misha had
introduced Aaron to rimming the randy fifteen-year-old had been aching to
have it done to him again, and to try doing it himself.  He'd first of all
considered Misha in that he'd been the one that had done him, but
considering how expertly he'd done him, he was afraid he'd never be able to
please Misha as Misha had been able to please him.  He'd then considered
Brandon Hargest, but he and Brandon had other plans at that moment, mainly
getting into the pants of Brandon's co-performer, Chris Fedun.  He did not
want anything to distract them from that object.  So he'd considered Greg
Raposo, his other opening act, but given the attitude Greg had about
homosexuals, he figured that might not be a good idea.
     Stevie was ideal.  He was young and new to the mysteries of sex.  He
was innocent and curious.  And, he was hot looking and horny.  In short, he
was everything that Aaron looked for in a sex partner.  If either of them
found he didn't like it, he could always say he'd just wanted to see what
it would be like and there would be no face lost by either.  Now, as he
knelt there on the grass beside the fragrant late summer flower garden
rimming his first asshole, he was pleasantly surprised and delighted just
how hot doing the act was. The moment he'd kissed Stevie's little pink
pucker he'd sprung a boner and now as he ran his tongue over the folds of
his asshole and down his greasy, sweaty crack his cock throbbed and ached
with arousal.  And even better, Stevie had popped a boner also.  He
evidently was enjoying it too.
     So Aaron ran his tongue up and down the younger singer's crack, and
wiggled it into his hole.  He sucked on it and trembled with the perversity
of what he was doing.  Of all the things he'd done in the past, he could
not think of anything that was dirtier, nor sexier, than licking another
guy's hole.  Just the thought had his stiff cock wagging and aching to be
caressed, and he sucked and nibbled on Stevie's hole hungrily and eagerly,
delighting in his own pleasure and in the obvious pleasure he was giving
his fellow performer.  There was no doubt he was bringing Stevie pleasure.
The young, innocent singer was trembling with the simulation rippling out
from his attacked asshole and with the pleasure throbbing through his
swollen cock as he looked up at the hot fifteen-year-old pop idol of
thousands worming his tongue up his hole.  He could not believe Aaron was
engaging in such a perverse act, nor how hot it was making him feel.  He
was approaching his orgasm, and Aaron hadn't even touched his cock.
     It was at that point that Aaron swung around so he was straddling
Stevie, who was still lying on his back with his ass in the air but with
his legs now hooked under Aaron's arms and Aaron's knees now on either side
of him, his mouth still fastened to his butthole and his cock and balls now
dangling above his eyes.  Like Aaron had done when faced with the same
temptation with Misha, Stevie raised his head and slipped his young, rosy
lips about Aaron's stiff cock. Feeling Stevie engulfing his knob with his
hot, moist mouth, Aaron sucked on his ass all the harder.
     As he felt Aaron renew his attack on his asshole even more hungrily,
Stevie began sucking on the fleshy plum in his mouth and he ran his tongue
along the rim, knowing how crazy that had to be making Aaron, knowing how
crazy that had made him when Chris Trousdale had done it to him just six
days ago.  That was amazing.  Just six days ago he'd had no idea what it
was like to suck a guy's cock, and would have wrinkled up his nose in
disgust if anyone had suggested they do it to him, and would have been even
more revolted if they'd suggest he do it to them.  Now he was lying there
on his back not just doing it but eagerly sucking on Aaron's throbbing,
stiff dick like a hungry calf sucking its mother's udder, and looking
forward with the same anticipation to the hot thick cream that was about to
spurt into his mouth.  Not only that, but Aaron was kneeling there sucking
on his asshole with the same enthusiasm.  Next thing you knew he'd be
sucking asshole too!
     It was with that thought that the two of them erupted, Aaron managing
a quick warning to Stevie and Stevie announcing he was also cumming just
before the two randy young boys shot off, Aaron in Stevie's mouth and
Stevie spraying his chest and face with his cum.  The two trembled and
quivered in delight at once again having shot off a load, and having once
again brought another boy off.  Stevie eagerly and happily sucked Aaron's
hot, thick cock and swallowed his thick, tart cum as he sprayed his body.
The two of them grasped each other tightly as their aching cocks throbbed
out their cum and the pleasure of orgasm rippled through their bodies.
     Lowering Stevie's legs, Aaron knelt above him and slipped his lips now
over his stiff, still aching cock.  He sucked on the throbbing flesh and
ran his tongue around the sensitive rim, causing his cock to twitch and for
more cum to ooze out of the burning tip.  His cheeks sunk in as he eagerly
sucked on the young dick, drawing out the tart marrow as Stevie sucked on
his own, drawing out the remainder of his cum.  Withdrawing his stiff cock
and swinging around, Aaron licked the blobs of cum that had spattered his
face, his cheeks, nose and forehead, which caused still more cum to leak
from his still stiff cock.  Once again the two boys, naked now, lay on the
green grass and inhaled the fresh night air, delighting in the sweet
fragrance of Rudbeckia and Aster and once again fresh teenage cum.
     "Guess we better go."
     "Yeah," sighed Stevie reluctantly.
     The two slipped on their underwear and jeans and leaving their shirts
open on the warm summer night, they emerged from the perennial garden
enclosure. They'd only taken a couple steps when Aaron suddenly stopped and
pointed across the lawn.  There on the other side of the lawn near the oak
grove stood a dark figure stretching and assuming various poses, some slow
and graceful, others sudden and sharp.  Aaron recognized the individual
immediately and paused to admire his grace and form and then placing his
finger to his lips, motioned for Stevie to follow him as he headed toward
the individual.  Crouching low and keeping to the shadows where they could,
it was not until they were three-quarters of the way across the lawn that
Stevie realized the figure was Misha Hamilton.  He was wearing black tights
and had removed his shirt and his black T, revealing his firm, well-toned
muscles.  His dark brown skin was glistening with sweat in the moonlight as
he flexed his biceps and crouched.  He suddenly leaped and completed a
hundred and eighty-degree turn to face the approaching duo.
     "You two will have to be stealthier than that if you're going to sneak
up on me," he said with a wide grin.
     "So you noticed us," observed Aaron as he straightened up.
     "When you stepped out of the gardens back there."
     "Nice moves."
     "Yeah, real nice," agreed Stevie.
     "Nice bod too."
     "Real nice," Stevie agreed again, this time with a giggle.  Misha did
have a great body, smooth and muscular, and as he admired his firm, angular
torso the twelve-year-old felt a twinge in his underwear.  That had never
happened to him before looking at a guy and momentarily took him by
surprise.  "What were you doing anyway?"
     "It's called Shotokan Karate."
     "Misha's a national champion."
     "Kewel."
     "Why here?"
     "I was looking for a place where I could be alone," Misha replied,
"and decided the gardens would be ideal. When I got here and spotted the
oaks, I figured this would be perfect."
     "Sort of like the Druids practising their ceremonies in Ireland,"
observed Stevie, recalling his history classes.
     "Exactly.  And just what are you two doing out here?" Misha asked as
he glanced at one and then the other.  "As if I don't know," he added with
a grin at the sight of the unzipped jeans and rumpled shirts and hair.
     "I was showing Stevie the moves you showed me back at Myrtle Beach,"
Aaron explained openly, grinning over at the bemused dancer.
     "So, the pupil has already become the teacher," Misha said with a
smile.
     "Which reminds me, the pupil never did thank the teacher," Aaron
observed, "and I can't think of a better way than showing the teacher how
well he taught the pupil."  Aaron saw immediately the gleam of willingness
in Misha's eyes, but also the hesitation as he looked over at Stevie.
Stevie was after all only twelve, two months from his thirteenth birthday,
and he looked young.  He also looked delightfully lascivious.  "And for the
pupil's pupil to learn from the real master, and maybe get some pointers
from the master on how to do the job himself," he continued before Misha
could say now, an idea already forming in his mind.
     "That would be like so wicked!" exclaimed Stevie as he thought of the
hot time he'd had back in Albany with Chris Trousdale and Jesse McCartney.
This tour was really becoming an educational experience the likes of which
he knew he'd never have again.  "What would that be called?"  Misha and
Aaron looked at him.  "I mean I know what a daisy chain is, and a jerk
circle.  What is it when three guys suck each other's assholes?"
     "Fucking hot!" exclaimed Misha and Aaron together and the three
laughed.
     "So where should we go and get naked?" Aaron asked as he glanced
around.
     "I'm going to need another extension," Stevie observed with a wide
grin as he pulled out his cell phone.
     "You're going to have an extension pretty quick," Aaron replied as he
glanced down at Stevie's crotch, causing the twelve-year-old to begin to
blush.  "And a second one," he continued with a leer as he glanced over at
Misha's crotch.  His tights had a very definite bulge, and he clearly was
not wearing a cup nor underwear from the distinctive shape of the forming
bulge.
     "Hey, Mom?" began Stevie.  "Misha has just joined us. Can I sta aw,
Mom!  But he just got here!  Just a little while?  Please?  Ten minutes!
How about half an hour?"
  He grinned over at Aaron.  "Please, Misha has something to show us, some
moves."  His voice was pleading, but his emerald green eyes were sparkling
mischievously as Aaron and Misha struggled to hold back their laughter.
Aaron teasingly slipped his hands under the elastic band of Misha's tights
and pushed them down over his compact buttocks.  He'd been right, Misha
wasn't wearing anything under them and the sight of his partially aroused
cock had Stevie gaping and prancing from foot to foot in desire and anxiety
as he tried to convince his mother."Thanks Mom!" Steve exclaimed.  "Love
ya!"  He quickly pocketed his phone and stepped over to help Aaron finish
pulling down Misha's tights and to remove his socks and shoes.  The moon
reflected on his sweaty, dark skin, causing him to gleam like a bronze
statue, a Greek god standing there in the oak grove, and causing both Aaron
and Stevie to begin boning up again despite having come twice in the last
hour.
     "Let's go over there by the rose gardens," Misha suggested.
     "It was sure a surprise to see you here," observed Aaron as Misha
gathered up his clothes and the boys headed around to the other side of the
oak grove.
     "And you two," observed Misha, "though I figured you'd headed off with
one of the guys when the adults had said they were going to spend a few
hours relaxing in the spa with one of the chocolate treatments."
     "Hey, they can relax their way, and I can relax mine," Aaron said with
a grin.
     "Those baths and stuff are sort of weird, aren't they?" asked Stevie,
"I mean having a chocolate bean polish or soaking in a tub of milk and
honey?"
     "Well, Cleopatra was said to soak in milk every day, and she
supposedly had awesomely smooth skin."
     "Probably true," observed Aaron.  "Stevie just had his face sprayed
with cream, and he's got awesomely smooth skin."  The three laughed and
Stevie once again began turning red.  "Myself, I'd like to have tried the
strawberry parfait scrub," Aaron observed, referring to one of the many
treatments offered in the spa.  "Or maybe the Swedish massage," he
continued, "with the right Swedes."  He immediately thought back to one of
his earlier opening acts, the A-teens, and the hot sex he'd had with the
two boys of the Swedish group, Dhani Lennevald and Amit Paul.  He'd love to
see them again.  His cock began to swell.
     "Myself, I think I'd go for the rose petal soak," observed Misha as he
dropped his clothes.  Having arrived at the rose gardens, he inhaled
deeply.  "There's a lot to be said about aromatherapy."
     "I think I'd like the cocoa massage, or the whipped cocoa bath,"
observed Stevie as he slipped off his shirt and unbuttoned the top of his
jeans.  "I love the smell of chocolate."
     "That sounds totally erotic," observed Aaron, quickly slipping off his
shirt and pushing down his jeans and underwear and chucking them.
     "I know what Aaron likes, the smell of cock," joked Misha as Aaron and
Stevie pulled off their socks.
     "Oh yeah," Aaron agreed.  "Cock and roses, perfect."  He inhaled
deeply. "Too bad we don't have any chocolate."
     "Oh, but we do," observed Misha, picking up his shirt.  He pulled a
handful of chocolate bars from one of the pockets.
     "Whoa, you clean out the candy store?" Aaron asked.  "I didn't know
you had a sweet tooth!"
     "Actually, after everyone had headed for the spas, I picked these up
and went looking for you.  I figured we could have our own version of
chocolate therapy."
     "Hey, all right!"  Aaron picked up one of the bars.  "Almond Joy!
Dark chocolate, now that is definitely you," he said, looking at Misha.
     "And you, I'd say you're more of a Hershey Milk Chocolate."
     The two looked at Stevie.  "Definitely a Rolo's," observed Aaron and
Misha readily agreed.
     Aaron opened up the first of the bars.  The heat from Misha's body and
the warm evening had already begun to melt it, and the heat from Aaron's
hand finished the job.  He began to smear it over Misha's deep brown chest,
starting in the middle and working out toward his nipples.  Stevie opened
up one of the milk chocolate bars and began to do the same to Aaron, and
Misha opened one of the Rolo's and taking out one of the chocolates did the
same to Stevie.  They worked down to their pubic bushes, and agreeing it
would be difficult to remove the chocolate, and the idea of licking each
other's hairs not all that erotic, they opted to smear their second bar on
something much more appealing, and eagerly jerking in the air for
attention.
     Licking off their fingers, they proceeded to lick each other, Aaron
beginning with running his tongue through the thick dark chocolate he'd
smeared on Misha's firm, muscular pecs and eagerly joined by Stevie.  Their
chocolate-covered cocks jerked with arousal, as did Misha's, as they ran
their tongues over his chest and swirled them around his nipples, licking
them clean and causing them to become firm.  They continued down over his
ribs, one on each side, and then his stomach.  Of course in the process
they could not help get some of the dark chocolate on their cheeks, and as
they stood Misha licked their faces clean.
     They turned next to Aaron, Misha and Stevie eagerly licking the smooth
milk chocolate from his chest and slipping their lips over his amply coated
nipples and sucking on them, their cocks wagging with excitement and their
tension building as they felt his nipples grow firm in their mouths.  They
continued on down, licking the sweet creamy chocolate from his stomach.  As
tempting as his stiff, chocolate coated cock was, they resisted the
temptation and Misha and Aaron next turned to Stevie, licking the caramel
and chocolate from his body.  By the time they were done they were all high
from the eroticism of their version of chocolate therapy and from the fresh
intake of sugar.
     Lying on their sides and forming a circle, or more accurately a
triangle, Aaron with his head between Misha's legs, Misha with his head
between Stevie's and Stevie with his head between Aaron's, each gazed with
a mixture of emotions at the next object of their attention.  Aaron was
eager to begin, the dark tan pucker before him having been on his mind
these past six days.  He nuzzled it, his second asshole that night, and
finding the musky fragrance of Misha's hole a turn on, he eagerly ran his
tongue up the hot young dancer's sweaty crack.
     Delighted to feel Aaron's tongue running up his crack, not just
because of the physical sensation but because ever since he'd rimmed Aaron
he'd worried if he'd turned the hot young singer off revealing one of his
favourite turn ons and engaging in one of his major fantasies.  He knew
even at the young age of sixteen that there was an entire world of sexual
fantasies out there, and that what was a major turn on for one person was a
major turn off for another.  Now as he felt Aaron planting his lips against
his pucker in an obscene kiss, he opened and closed his pucker in response
and turned his attention to the tight pink pucker in front of him.
     As Stevie felt a hot breath against his hole for the second time that
night, he stared at the first asshole he'd ever examined up close.  It was
not exactly an arousing sight, and what he was about to do was not
considered something a guy did willingly, and certainly was not something
he'd ever considered doing, but then, he could say the same thing about his
first experience sucking cock.  Remembering how hot it had felt being
rimmed by Aaron, and knowing that with these two boys he was safe
experimenting and that they would not ridicule him if he could not go
through with it, the young, horny twelve year old stuck out his tongue and
ran it up another boy's sweaty, oily asscrack for the first time in his
life.
     Having been worried Stevie might find rimming repulsive and not be
able to go through with it, Aaron was delighted to feel the young singer's
hot, wet tongue run up his crack and his boner wagged with arousal and he
sucked even harder on Misha's asshole.  He had firm, muscular buns, and a
nicely tanned ass, something Aaron had meant to ask him how he had
achieved.  That he resolved he would do when his mouth was not so busy, at
the moment his lips being pressed tightly against Misha's pucker as he
wiggled his tongue into his asshole.
     Misha of course instantly opened his hole to Aaron's probing tongue as
he ran his own tongue along Stevie's crack, turned on by the knowledge that
the twelve-year-old had received his first rimming only twenty minutes ago,
and that only twenty minutes ago Aaron's tongue had been where his was now.
He licked the young boy's ass eagerly, relishing his freshness and youth
and delighting in the compactness of his small buns.  He placed his lips
against the young boy's pucker firmly and sucked on his hole, causing him
to automatically open, and he quickly wormed in his tongue and licked the
inner sides of his anal folds.  He at the same time felt Aaron's hot lips
against his hole, kissing and nibbling and then sucking.  He was delighted
to feel Aaron's tongue enter and he quivered with arousal at having the hot
young singer rimming him.  Aaron had learned quickly.
     So had Stevie.  Having only just been rimmed, he was now eagerly
eating Aaron out, sucking, nibbling and licking his hole like a little
puppy.  The young singer could not believe how hot he was feeling, not just
from his hole being eaten, but from doing it to another boy besides.  It
was in a sense the most dirty act imaginable, and that, somehow, made it
all the hotter.  Aaron knew exactly how Stevie was feeling, having felt the
same way himself the first time he'd been rimmed, and especially the first
time he'd been the one doing the rimming.  Misha had won over a very
willing convert to his particular fetish.
     Knowing he was about to come, and that the others likely were also,
Misha wiggled back and began sucking Stevie's stiff, chocolate and
caramel-coated dick.  Stevie immediately and similarly moved from Aaron's
hole to his dick and once again began slipped his lips over the knob and
began to suck on it, this time though with it coated in light brown milk
chocolate.  Aaron did likewise and began to suck on Misha's chocolate
coated dick, their triangle now a daisy chain.
     All three boys were hot and eager to come.  They slipped their lips up
and down each other's throbbing, aching cock, savouring the combination of
chocolate and cock.  As their tensions grew in their loins, they sucked
eagerly on the throbbing flesh in their mouths, knowing that it was aching
to shoot off a load just as desperately as their own.  It was particularly
wicked feeling another boy's hot, moist mouth working up and down one's
swollen, aching cock while one did likewise to a third boy.  Their
breathing was laboured and sweat beaded on their naked flesh as they
squirmed and ached to get off.
     It happened almost simultaneously, the three of them shooing off,
filling each other's mouths as they eagerly swallowed the thick cream
spurting in their own mouth.  Misha eagerly swallowed Stevie's fresh, young
load, his third that evening, and only his fifth with another boy.  He
parted his lips and allowed the hot, creamy load to flow down over Stevie's
throbbing cock and down over his caramel and chocolate coated balls, and
then closing his lips about the base, Misha savoured the heady combination
of fresh cum, caramel and creamy chocolate.  Stevie did likewise, not
consciously but because he could not swallow Aaron's load as fast as Aaron
was squirting it out.  He eagerly swallowed the creamy, slimy cum as he
trembled with his own climax and the eroticism of having his cock sucked
and his cum swallowed.
     Aaron groaned with the delight of having Stevie sucking on his
throbbing aching cock and swallowing his cum, and he just as eagerly sucked
on Misha's throbbing bone.
  Like Misha, he parted his lips and allowed his creamy load to flow down
over his thick cock and over his tight, swollen balls, the creamy juice
contrasting with the dark chocolate.  Having swallowed the bulk of his
shot, as Misha's dick stopped spurting Aaron savoured the tart cream and
then slipping his lips off Misha's cock, he ran his tongue along its
length, licking up what little was left of the chocolate he'd coated it
with and the streamers of cum he'd allowed to flow down over it.  He ran
his tongue over his tight, chocolate and cum coated balls and then slipped
his lips over them and gently sucked on the tender orbs, delighting in the
combination of dark chocolate and fresh cum.
     As he felt Stevie's tongue slip off his own cock and then his hot
breath on his balls as the twelve-year-old engulfed his cum and chocolate
coated balls, Aaron trembled with the eroticism of the young singer sucking
on his balls and a final droplet of cum oozed from the burning tip of his
still erect cock and oozed down over his mushroom-shaped knob and down the
shaft to be eagerly lapped up by the horny youngster. Stevie was indeed
turning out to be very much like himself!
     Stevie eagerly and hungrily sucked on Aaron's coated balls, marvelling
at the unique combination of cum and milk chocolate and knowing he'd never
eat another Hershey chocolate bar without thinking of this night.  It had
been totally wicked, first in the perennial flower garden with Aaron, and
now in the rose garden with Aaron and Misha.  He inhaled deeply, delighting
in the fragrance of chocolate, cum, cock and roses and ran his tongue over
the coated balls in his mouth.
     Misha similarly swirled his tongue around Stevie's tight, swollen
balls, delighting in the unique flavour of caramel, chocolate and his young
nuts.  He inhaled deeply also as his head spun with the dizzy pleasure that
follows a boy's climax and he delighted in the combination of roses and boy
sweat, of chocolate and cum.  With years of practice, he closed his eyes
and concentrated on the multitude of fragrances and tastes assaulting him
and the throbbing pleasure between his legs as he slipped his lips off
Stevie's balls and lay on his back.  One by one, the three boys stretched
back, totally satisfied and totally exhausted.
     "Oh, maaaannn, that was fucking awesome," Aaron sighed.  "I so totally
love nuts coated in dark chocolate and fresh cum."
     "I still wonder how they get the cream in the centre of those things,"
Misha said seriously as he rose on one arm and stared at Stevie's balls,
paraphrasing a similar quotation in a caramel chocolate bar commercial and
causing the other two boys to giggle.
     Stevie spotted his cell phone lying beside his discarded underwear and
jeans.  "I wonder if I might get another half hour extension," he said
dreamily.  "We still got lots of chocolate bars left."  Reese's Peanut
Butter Cups, York Peppermint Patties, Symphony, the choices were endless.
All three sighed with the thought as the crescent of the waxing moon shone
down on them.