Date: Sun, 19 Mar 2006 00:50:13 -0700
From: Dream Spinner <authorsix@hotmail.com>
Subject: "Aaron: Christmas with Craig" (celeb, t/t, friendships, feet)

Caution/Welcome. It is Christmas, 2003, and Aaron is feeling lower than he
has ever felt in his life as the recently turned sixteen-year-old is beset
by problems and in desperate need of a good friend.  Although incorporating
many real facts, this story does not reflect nor imply a real event nor the
real sexuality of this hot young performer and his longtime friend.  If you
do not like reading gay fantasies about celebrities, teenage friendship, or
hot teenage sex, this is where you stop and hit the back or delete key and
wait for the next story.  This is the fifty-third of standalone stories in
a series of Aaron Carter and Friends fanfic gay fantasies and
chronologically follows the story "Aaron and Bruce: Play Hard."  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: CHRISTMAS WITH CRAIG

     "Fuck!" Aaron cursed, scowling out at the choppy dark blue-green sea
and the black clouds building up overhead.  His face was just as dark, as
was his mood.  A winter storm was blowing into the Keys, as if nature was
commiserating with him.  He kicked at the imported sand on the Carter
Compound private beach with anger and frustration.  His cell phone rang and
he debated if he should answer it or just let it ring.  He recognized the
incoming number, Craig Velger's.
     "Hey Craig, whuzzup?"
     "Nada, dude.  How's everything with you?"
     "Fine."
     "Yeah?  Certainly doesn't sound like it from your voice dude.  I'm
phoning at a bad time?"
     "No.  Just feeling crappy today.  Wanna come over and hang out?"
     "Let's see, do I want to spend my afternoon with someone whose in a
shitty mood?  Hmmmm."
     Aaron laughed.  "Yeah, I guess that's not much of an invite is it?"
     "Hey, what are good friends for?"
     "Looks like a storm moving in.  We won't be able to go boating or
skiing or anything from the looks of it, but we could play some video games
or something.  If it clears up later maybe we can do some dirt biking or
some shit."
     "Sure. I'll be over."
     Aaron headed back to the house.  Craig was a good friend, a longtime
friend.  Well, for as long as he had been living in Marathon anyway.  With
his tours and his need to practice and everything they didn't get to see
that much of each other, but when he did have any sort of personal time
they hung together, biking, swimming, just hanging out.  His dad had hired
Craig's dad as a bodyguard for one of his tours several years back and
Craig had come along and they'd buddied up, which had been fantastic.
Craig had accompanied him on a number of his tours since.  It was cool
having someone his age to spend time with on those long tour bus rides or
lonely hotel evenings.
     They had a lot in common too.  Craig loved to jet ski, swim, boat,
fish, go dirt biking or four wheeling, snow board, surf and play basketball
and golf, things that Aaron loved also.  His body reflected his active
life.  At five foot nine and pushing a hundred and forty pounds, he was the
same height as Aaron and ten pounds heavier, all of it solid muscle.
Besides sports, he liked the beach, touring, and music, though his taste in
music, Usher, Nelly, and No Secrets, wasn't quite what Aaron was into.  He
also had a thing for Angel Faith and Aaron's twin sister for a while,
prompting Aaron to joke he was into angels, and he was into girls big time.
They hadn't seen each other for a while, what with his career and Craig's.
Craig was model for Tommy Helfiger, and with his body and looks, he was in
big demand.
     Thinking about him and some of the fun times they'd had in the past
did help to lighten Aaron's mood, but it was going to take more than an
afternoon of hanging with a good friend to have much impact.  He had a lot
of heavy stuff on his mind.  First and foremost was the ongoing battle
between his parents, with him stuck in the middle.  His father was
constantly going on about how his mother was using him and ripping him off
and was more interested keeping his singing career alive to bankroll her
other projects than in him.  The breaking point came when he got back from
his Juke Box tour and found out she'd taken money out of his account and
had left promissary notes.  On top of that he'd discovered unpaid bills
that he thought had been paid.  That had really pissed him off.  Working
ten, eleven hours a day on top of school and press conferences and his own
mother rips him off.  On top of all that she'd prevented his dad from
seeing all but one of his live performances.  Two weeks ago he'd fired her
as his manager and had started legal proceedings for emancipation from the
bitch.  On the other side, his mother was constantly harping about his
father's lax rules when it came to what he did and letting him party all he
wants, and said his father was a lazy bum and mistreated her.  They'd
separated and filed for a divorce back in October but it hadn't been
finalized, and they kept talking about making up their differences.  At the
same time his dad was sleeping with his crush, Ginger Elrod.  The whole
thing was a fucking mess.
     Nick had more or less struck out on his own, wanting nothing to do
with either of them, and had warned Aaron that both were only interested in
the money their careers were bringing in.  As far as careers, Nick was
struggling on his own since the Backstreet Boys had broken up so he had his
own problems to deal with, and Aaron's own career was another worry.
  The Juke Box tour had brought in a lot of money, but it hadn't been as
successful as his mother had hoped it would be, and his latest CD, "Most
Requested Hits" hadn't taken off yet.  Mind you, it had only been a month.
And if there weren't enough family problems, his sister Bobby Jean had
gotten her DUI charge last month.  Seems the only news coverage the Carter
family was getting lately was negative.
     The same could be said for his good friend Michael.  He still could
not believe that the cops had searched his home when he was in Las Vegas
and had issued a warrant for his arrest.  That had been November 18, the
same day his CD had been released.  He'd come to Michael's defence of
course, telling the reporters that he'd seen Michael totally make out with
a girl, and on the twentieth he and Nick and Michael's other fans had
attended a rally with Michael at his Neverland Ranch.  His support for
Michael had nothing to do with Michael having given him a $329 000 Bentley
for performing at his Neverland Ranch Concert "What More Can I Give" back
in September and as an early sixteenth birthday present.  And his support
of Michael, and the Bentley, had nothing to do with the fact he and
Michael, along with Nick, had messed around in Michael's bed with each
other big time after that concert in September.  Well, okay, maybe it had a
little part.
     And, speaking of messing around, there was the shit going on between
him and Bruce Willis, the invites by Bruce to his yacht and his ranch, the
fantasy games he and Bruce played, and the expensive gifts Bruce was
sending him.  He was still aching from being tied up at Bruce's ranch two
weeks ago.  Mind you, the diamond pendant and silk underwear helped him
heal faster.  Besides, the memory of Bruce tying him up and spanking his
ass until it was burning, the nipple clamps and the ball harness still gave
him a powerful rush and an instant erection.  How a guy could get an
erection from feeling pain he did not understand, and that he did bother
him, a lot.  Mind you, when you are sixteen and not getting any, it is easy
to pop an erection.
     A big problem was Jesse McCartney's acting career was taking off, and
with Jesse spending more time on the west coast than the east, they never
saw each other.  As much as he hated to admit it, their love affair was
finished, which was a major downer in itself never mind all the rest of the
shit that was happening.  And speaking of love affairs, there was the whole
PR mess between Hilary Duff and Lindsay Lowen, with him directly in the
middle and getting all the blame.  Fuck, it wasn't his fault girls had such
a big thing about commitment.  A couple dates with Lowen and she thought
she owned him, and they hadn't done anything, not anything intimate.  Girls
didn't turn him on that way, not like guys.  She didn't even want him to
see anyone else, and then has this big hissy fit when he does.  It would at
least be different if they were fucking.  Why couldn't girls just play
around like guys did?  And mood swings!  How was a guy supposed to deal
with that?  Thank heavens he was gay.
     Well, to be honest, that was part of the reason for his black mood
too.
  He loved cock.  He loved the way it smelled, the way it tasted, the way
it felt, in his hands, in his mouth, up his ass.  If he wasn't thinking
music, he was thinking cock.  He loved guys.  No, he loved sex with guys.
There was a difference.  Sex was why he kept going back to Bruce Willis
despite the man being a closet sadist and knowing he was in for a night of
pain whenever he accepted one of his invites.  That was why he'd made out
with a forty-five-year-old boylover like Michael, why he went crazy over
good looking male fans, made out with his PR agent Mike Ryan, and couldn't
keep his hands off good friends who were bi or gay, like David Gallagher
and Justin Berfield.  And if just having the hots for guys wasn't enough,
on his tour in Japan he'd gotten off in a major way on some pretty weird
stuff, being pissed on, and having guys spray him with their cum.  And then
there were feet.  Just the thought of a guy's feet got him going, just like
the thought of a woman's boobs got most teenage boys hot.  The
sixteen-year-old superstar could come up with only one reason.  He was
totally sick.
     Thankfully the doorbell rang and interrupted his black mood.  Even
Craig's presence and the distraction of their favourite video games didn't
totally bring him out of his funk.  The storm did blow in and his father
phoned to say he and Ginger would not be driving back from Miami where
they'd gone to spend the day.  His mother would have a fit if she knew his
father had left him home alone and unsupervised over night!  Maybe he
should break into the family's liquor cabinet and he and Craig could get
stupid drunk, or he could invite a few people over and they could all smoke
some pot, just to prove his mother's dumb accusations were correct.
     "Oh man, I don't know what's bumming you out, but dude, you got it
bad," Craig said.  "Serious, it's so tearing me up seeing you wacked like
this."
     "Sorry," Aaron said with a weak smile.
     "Wanna talk about it?"
     Aaron looked up at him helplessly.  How do you tell someone the things
he'd been thinking that afternoon?  Craig looked back at him with those
soft, chestnut-coloured eyes and you would have to be blind not to see the
concern in them.  Tears began to well up in Aaron's eyes and once they
began, he couldn't stop them.  He just sat there on the floor blubbering
like a baby, the control buttons to the game they'd been playing in his
hand totally forgotten.  Craig, caught totally by surprised, put his arm
about his buddy and drew him close and just let him sob.
     "It your parents again?" he finally asked as Aaron's sobs subsided.
You'd have to be a hermit not to have read about their squabbles.  There
were people in Marathon saying they wished the Carters didn't live there.
     Aaron shook his head in the negative and tried to respond but was
choked up by sobs again.
     "The media isn't it?  God, they can be so heartless and such cunts
sometimes."
     Aaron shook his head again, but he could not speak.  He felt so dumb,
and so childish.  Sixteen and he was sitting there blubbering like a little
baby, in front of his best friend.
     "You're not sick or anything are you?  Like AIDS or something?"
     "No, I don't have anything.  It's just a lot of things," he finally
managed to croak.
     "That's a relief," Craig said.  "I mean I know how you like to mess
around with, well, you know, mess around.  I know what it's like, about a
lot of things.  It seems sometimes things just build up and hit all at
once."
     They just sat there the on the floor, their video game forgotten,
Craig with his arm about Aaron, Aaron trying to control his breathing.
Slowly it came out, about his parent's bitter divorce, about how his life
had changed so drastically in the seven years since he'd begun performing,
mostly it seemed as a result of his career and money, about being torn
between living with his mother or his dad, about the pressures of
performing and constantly being in the public eye, two things Craig knew,
having to constantly be aware of his image as a model.  The more private
stuff, what he was doing with Bruce and Michael, of course he could not get
into, not even with his best friend.
     "How . . .  how do you feel about . . .  about . . .  you know, my
. . .  doing stuff with guys?" Aaron finally dared to ask.  The only people
closer to him than Craig were his parents, Nick and his twin sister Angel,
and Jesse.  At the moment he wasn't sure if he could really make that claim
about his parents, and besides, it wasn't a question a guy could just bring
up at the breakfast table and ask his parents, or his sister for that
matter.  As for Nick, he messed around with guys too, and Jesse and he were
lovers, so their answers wouldn't exactly be unbiased.  Craig was the only
one he could ask.
     "What do you think about my doing stuff with girls?"
     Aaron was taken aback for a moment with the response.  "That's
different."
     "Why?"
     Aaron thought about it.  "Well, it is.  It's what people expect of
guys."
     "Some people, yeah.  But not all people.  And a lot fewer today than
there used to be."
     "Yeah, you're right.  So what do you think?" he asked, emphasizing
you.
     "I think any guy who makes out with you is lucky, and I think any guy
who makes out with you knows it."
     "Really?"
     "Yeah.  You got a great bod, for a singer anyway," Craig said with a
slight grin, "and it's sex they want so they can overlook your
personality."
     Aaron gave him a playful punch and a smile slowly curled the corner of
his lips.  "What's the crack about for a singer?  You've seen my moves on
the stage."
     "I thought we were talking about your moves off the stage," Craig
joked, and Aaron smiled more broadly.  "Now I've answered your personal
question, you got to answer mine."
     "Sure."
     "What's wrong with me?"
     "Huh?"
     "What's wrong with me?" Craig repeated. "Why have you never made a
pass at me?  I don't turn you on?"
     "You're joking."
     "No."
     Aaron looked at Craig.  "I ... I just never thought of you like that,
in a sexual way."
     "Oh great.  What have you thought of me as, hamburger helper?"
     "Really.  I've just thought of you as, well, a friend."  He couldn't
say brother since he'd had sex with his brother, numerous times.  It was
funny, but he'd never once thought of Craig as a potential sex partner.
"Because you're always going on about girls I guess, and Angel."
     "She's a girl too," Craig observed, pretending to be serious.
     "You know what I mean."
     "So you've never once thought about us messing around?"
     "No.  Have you?"
     "Yeah."
     "Really?"
     "Mostly as to why you found other guys hot and not me.  There was a
time when I thought maybe you didn't like me."
     "Oh Jezz!"
     "Then there were other times I figured it was a good thing, cause I
didn't know what I'd do if you ever did come on to me."
     "Craig," Aaron responded, not knowing what to say.  He'd had no idea
of the slight or the hurt he'd caused.  He put an arm about him.
     "Uh oh."
     "Stop that," Aaron said, having to smile despite how he was feeling.
"What would you say if I did come on to you?"
     "Sorry, dude, I really am, but I don't put out because someone's
feeling sorry for me, or for themselves."
     "That wouldn't be the reason."
     "I do charity work, but that's mostly a business write off.  I don't
think making out to cheer up a friend would qualify."
     "I wouldn't ask for that reason either."
     "Besides, I'd have a hell of a time explaining that deduction to my
parents."
     "Will you be serious for a moment?"
     "Oh Jezz, our first time and we haven't even done anything yet and he
wants to get serious.  No wonder Lindsay dumped you."
     "She didn't dump me."
     "Sez you," Craig said with a grin.
     Not knowing what else to do, Aaron grabbed him and kissed him, firmly,
on the lips.  He knew it was a totally stupid, impulsive thing to do.  As
their lips parted, he wondered if he'd made the biggest mistake in his
life, if Craig would sock him, totally end their relationship, or what.  To
his surprise, and relief, Craig wrapped his arms about him and returned the
kiss.  It was hot, and sincere.  He'd done enough kissing to know.  He
returned the kiss of course, and massaged and kneaded Craig's back.  His
deltoids were broad and firm.  Craig returned kiss for kiss, and began to
massage Aaron's back also.
     "I just want you to know right from the start, I'm not being the
girl," Craig said with a smile and a twinkle in his chestnut brown eyes as
he broke his last kiss.
     "You really want to do this?"
     "If that's an example of your sweet talk, it needs some work dude.  At
this point with a girl I usually say something like, you're an awesome
kisser, or your hair smells awesome."
     "Really?"
     "Yeah.  And you are, and it does."
     "I use Crew for Men."
     "I know."
     "You do?"
     "I read it in a Q and A in one of your fan sites."
     "You did not!"
     "Okay, I confess, I looked in the cabinet in your bathroom."
     "Thanks."
     "For what?"
     "For cheering me up?"
     "We're done?  I don't get to find out what's so great about a roll in
bed with the famous Aaron Carter?"
     "That's your prize for cheering me up."
     "Can I have the toaster instead?"
     Aaron could not help giggle.  He wrapped his arms about Craig again.
"Any time you want us to stop, you just say."
     "Now that's a line I use.  Though usually a lot later, like after I've
gotten my hand in her panties and she'd too hot to say stop."
     Aaron kissed him again, forcefully, passionately.  Craig returned the
kiss.  Aaron knew it wasn't out of sympathy or in charity.  Craig was not
that sort of guy.  As their lips met for a long, lingering kiss, and he
felt Craig running his hands over his back, he knew Craig was being
sincere.  He was a friend, the best friend a guy could have, but this
wasn't just out of friendship either.  He wanted it also, because he was
curious, because he was feeling horny, because deep down all guys want it,
whatever reason.  It didn't matter.  Aaron would make sure his first time
would be a memorable one.
     As he began to unbutton Craig's shirt, he was surprised he'd never
once considered doing this to Craig.  They'd fallen asleep sitting side by
side on long bus trips and ended up cuddling together.  They'd stayed over
night in the same hotels, he with his mother, Craig with his father, and
not once had he thought about the two of them sneaking off with each other
for a bit of messing around.  They'd even shared the same bed on a couple
occasions and he hadn't given sex a single thought.  Pulling Craig's shirt
out of his pants, he slipped his hands underneath and massaged his back
muscles, and as Craig began to unbutton his shirt, Aaron stopped thinking
about their past and concentrated on what they were doing.
     Craig's active physical life was evident from his firm muscles and as
Aaron caressed them and ran his fingertips along his broad deltoids, he
felt the kindling of desire in his loins.  Slipping Craig's shirt off, he
admired the teenager's smooth, firm chest, the muscles beginning to take on
the firmer definition as a boy passes into adulthood but still having the
roundness of youth.  He had large, prominent nipples and his chest tapered
to muscled ribs and a narrow waist.  Running his fingertips over Craig's
chest, following the contours of his muscles, Aaron resumed kissing him,
and as he ran his fingertips over the boy's nipples he felt the intake of
his breath as he shuddered with the stimulation.  His teats quickly grew
hard and Aaron snuggled down and kissed the swollen buds and teased them
with his lips, causing Craig to tense as the shocks of arousal from his
swollen teats shot through his chest.
     Aaron took his time, ensuring he had Craig's nipples itching and
aching to be sucked long and hard before he made his next move, which of
course was to do just that as he undid Craig's belt buckle and pulled down
his zipper.  He slipped his hand inside Craig's fly, slipping his fingers
about the warm, swelling flesh inside his boxers.  Leaving his hand there,
he continued kissing Craig, skipping his lips over his smooth chest and
down his muscled ribs to his jeans, delighting in Craig's arousal as he
felt the warm mound in his hand swelling.  Finally releasing it, he undid
the snap and eased Craig's jeans down over his narrow hips, and on down his
smooth, muscular thighs.  His calves were covered with fine, chestnut brown
hairs.  Pulling off his jeans, Aaron sat up and took his right foot in his
lap and slowly rolled down his sock, pausing to massage and caress his
ankles, and then the muscles of his foot.  Slipping it off, he massaged
Craig's toes and raising his foot he could not resist kissing the tip of
each digit gently and inhaling the spicy fragrance surrounding them.  His
lips skipping up along the back of his foot to his ankle and then back
down, he took each toe in his mouth and sucked on it gently.  He was sure
no matter what Craig had done with girls in the past, this was one thing
they would not have done.
     That was correct, and as he lie there on the carpet in the Carter
family room and watched Aaron kissing his foot and then slipping his lips
over each of his toes and sucking on them, he marvelled at how erotic it
was.  As Aaron slowly removed his other sock and began to kiss the toes on
his other foot Craig's cock continued to rise until it was tenting out his
boxers.  He inhaled deeply as Aaron slipped his tongue between his toes one
by one, delighting in what Aaron was doing as much as Aaron was.  And then
Aaron began to work his way back up, his lips lightly skipping up along the
back of his foot with feather-light kisses, along his calf and along his
thigh.  As Aaron's lips caressed the sensitive inner side of his thigh,
Craig's cock twitched with arousal inside his boxers.  He had been caressed
there by girls, in response to his own caressing of their thighs, but never
had one kissed him there, and the feel of Aaron's moist lips and the brush
of his fine, blond hair on the sensitive skin caused Craig to tremble with
desire.
     Skipping over his boxers, Aaron continued to kiss Craig's smooth body,
back up his ribs and chest, back up to his neck, and his mouth.  The lips
that had been sucking on his toes were now pressed against his lips.  As
their lips locked, Aaron slipped his arms about Craig and pressed his chest
against his.  The feel of Aaron's firm nipples pressed against his chest as
Aaron and he sucked face caused his cock to throb and he was sure Aaron had
to be able to feel his hardness and heat through their underwear and
Aaron's jeans.  As their lips parted, he ran his hand down Aaron's smooth,
muscular back to his belt, and then around to the buckle.  He was not as
adept at unbuckling a guy's pants as Aaron was, nor as adept as he was at
undoing a girl's bra.  Though Craig felt embarrassed and self-conscious,
his fumbling caused Aaron to ache with anticipation and his swollen cock to
throb with excitement, Craig's difficulty reminding him of the
sixteen-year-old's innocence, at least when it came to sex with guys.
     Aaron kissed his cheeks tenderly as he fought to control his breathing
and his impatience as he felt his belt loosen, and then his zipper being
pulled down.  There was nothing more erotic than a guy pulling down another
guy's fly, and his cock strained inside his boxers.  Unbuttoning the top
button of his bulky cargo pants, Craig began to push them down and Aaron
raised his hips off the floor to assist.  Craig pushed them down to his
ankles and easily pulled the baggy trousers off.  He paused for a moment as
he looked at Aaron's socks.  Deciding he would never have an opportunity
like this again, and for some reason finding the idea of licking and
sucking on Aaron's toes a lot more appealing than doing it to a girl
anyway, he copied Aaron, slowly unrolling his right sock and taking up his
foot and running his lips over the back from ankle to toe, and then kissing
each digit.  To his surprise the mild, musky odour of Aaron's feet was
arousing.
     He hesitantly and slowly slipped his lips over Aaron's large toe and
sucked on it.  To his surprise he felt a thrill of arousal ripple through
his swollen cock.  Who would have thought sucking a guy's toes would be
erotic?  As he sucked harder and longer, Craig's cock throbbed in his
boxers.  Aaron inhaled sharply, delighting in having Craig sucking on his
toes and knowing from the way his boxers were tenting out and from the
eagerness with which he was sucking that he was enjoying it.  If he hadn't
won over a convert, he at least had added someone else who appreciated his
fetish.  As Craig went on to his left foot, repeating what he'd done to the
right, Aaron's cock throbbed hotly and his loins ached with desire.
     And then they were kissing again, this time the lips that had been
wrapped about Aaron's toes now pressed against his lips, and their hands
roamed each other's body, caressing and squeezing.  Aaron slipped both
hands under the elastic band of Craig's boxers and cupped his firm, compact
ass, and as he kneaded the firm, warm flesh he felt Craig do the same to
him, and his cock twitched and ached as he felt his best friend cupping his
ass for the first time and gently caressing it.  It was hot caressing ass
with any boy, but even hotter when it was your best friend, and hotter
still when you knew it was your friend's first time.
     Craig could not help noticing how much more compact Aaron's ass was
than any girl he'd ever gotten that far with, girls having wider hips than
guys.  Nor could he help noticing how much more erotic it was to have Aaron
caressing his butt than a girl, in part because he was another guy, and in
part because he was his best friend.  Those thoughts sent a quiver up his
spine and to his surprise made his loin ache even more than when he necked
with a girl.  He was like making out with a guy, and with his best friend.
That was totally wicked, and even more wicked was the fact that he was
enjoying it.
     So as Aaron slipped his hand around to the front of Craig's boxers and
cupped his hot, low-hung balls and rolled them, and then slid them up and
slipped his fingers about Craig's stiff, aching bone, Craig did likewise
eagerly and willingly.  Cupping for the first time in his life another
boy's balls and rolling them in his fingers send another tremor of arousal
through his groin, and his cock throbbed with desire.  Curious, but not
quite so eagerly, he released Aaron's balls and slipped his fingers about
another his cock.  He could not believe he was actually wrapping his
fingers about another guy's dick.  Even more difficult to believe was how
horny he was feeling.  He'd slipped his fingers about his own bone hundreds
of times, but it felt so different holding someone else's, and having your
own held by someone else.
     Together they pushed down each other's underwear and wiggled out of
them, and together they began to fondle each other as they sat there facing
each other, stroking each other's cock with one hand, cupping and rolling
each other's balls with the other.  Closing their eyes, they leaned toward
each other and kissed, once, twice, and a third time.  Eyes closed, they
continued to kiss as they slowly stroked each other, delighting in the hot,
throbbing pleasure between their legs and the hot, throbbing flesh in their
hands.  Their kisses became more passionate and forceful and the blood in
their cocks began to pulse more forcefully as the pressure continued to
develop in their loins.  Each had pleasured himself hundreds of times by
then, but it was so much more pleasant, so much hotter, to do another boy,
and to be done by him.  Sharing that pleasure, that delight that only boys
can know, doubled the pleasure each was feeling.  Each boy knew well the
progression in his own body and the signs, the developing pressure in the
loins and the burning arousal of the glans providing feedback to the mind
and telling the hand to speed or slow.  Now that feedback was of no use as
it was not one's own hand doing the stroking, and that hand that was
stroking had no idea at what stage the other was at other than by guess.
Of course their laboured breathing and the stiffness of their cocks was as
good an indication as anything, and both boys were well experienced at
jacking off.
     Assuming Craig was near the climax point as he was, Aaron stopped
stroking and tightly squeezing Craig's stiff, aching cock below the knob,
he kissed him on the lips, and as Craig similarly ceased his stroking and
squeezed Aaron's cock in the same place, the two boys concentrated on the
pleasure pulsating between their legs and fought the impulse to begin
jerking their hips and fucking the hand gripping their organs.  Ever so
slowly their desires subsided, which was extremely pleasant and extremely
painful, and then once again the two began to stroke each other and to
resume their kissing.  Again they felt the growing pressure in their loins
and the speeding up of their hearts as once again the blood pounded through
their swollen flesh.
     This second time they continued and they began to gasp for breath and
to squirm uncontrollably as they felt that peak approaching.  Each knew the
other was near, and each knew how the other was feeling at that point, the
advantage of two guys having sex with each other.  They inhaled and exhaled
deeply, sucking in the sweaty fragrance of two horny teenage boys in heat,
and then they exploded, their throbbing cocks spurting out their juices
with a force they normally experienced after an extended absence.  They
quivered with the ecstasy and locked lips in a long, passionate kiss,
snorting for breath through their noses as their stiff, throbbing cocks
spurted and streamer after streamer of hot cum laced each other's body.
     They sat facing each other like that, kissing and grasping each
other's stiff, spurting bone, until their breathing returned to normal and
their cocks stopped throbbing and spurting.  Their fingers dripping and
sticky with each other's hot cum, they reached out and smeared the hot
cream lacing each other's body, spreading it over each other's stomach and
smooth chest, rubbing it into firm, glowing muscles.  They looked into each
other's eyes and without a word they embraced tightly, pressing their
naked, cum-smeared bodies together and gyrating.  They held each other
tightly, cum-smeared fingers spread across each other's back.  They kissed
and held each other tight, silent thanks for the sex they'd just engaged
in.  Finally Aaron got up and returning with two damp clothes and towels,
they cleaned themselves up.
     "Wanna order in Chinese?"
     "Sure.  Ginger beef."
     "Salt and pepper squid."
     "Almond gai ding."
     "Eight Jewels."
     "Steamed rice."
     "For two."
     While they waited, they played a game of Combat 3, and when the order
came they slipped on their trousers, starting up the fireplace, and sat
there before it as they ate and talked.  By the time they were finished,
the storm had hit full blast, the wind shaking the eaves and rain
splattering on the windows with huge drops and pouring out the drain pipes.
The two boys cuddled together before the fire as the storm outside raged,
and once again they began to caress and kiss, gently and fondly at first,
and then with more passion.  They were young and in their prime and it was
not long before each was once again aroused and trousers were discarded.
     Twisting around so he was lying on his side facing Craig in the
reverse direction, Aaron slipped his lips over the knob of his still
swelling cock and began to suck.
  With Aaron's partially aroused cock before him, Craig did likewise,
albeit with some uncertainty and trepidation.  Aaron sucked gently and
delighted with the feeling of Craig growing stiff between his lips, which
of course caused his own dick to continue swelling.  Discovering having a
dick in his mouth was not as distasteful as one would think and as every
straight boy imagined, Craig began to suck on the growing flesh in his
mouth, discovering for the first time the joy of feeling another boy grow
hard between his lips.
     Slipping his mouth off Craig's now stiff cock, Aaron ran his long, hot
tongue along Craig's shaft and up over the flanged knob, sending shivers of
arousal through Craig's throbbing flesh.  Encouraged by the pleasure
pulsating through his cock and rippling through his groin, Craig did
likewise, licking Aaron's cock like a strawberry ice cream cone, with as
much pleasure and desire as a boy licking an ice cream on a sweltering day.
He ran his tongue along the rim, knowing how sensitive a guy was there, and
Aaron ran his tongue along the sensitive skin below Craig's knob.  The two
boys delighted in the throbbing pleasure of their stiff cocks and the sharp
tingle of stimulation piercing their blood-engorged knobs.  Trembling with
delight and desire, the two teenagers felt the pressure and desire building
in their loins once again and the two eagerly went down on each other.
     Aaron sucked gently as he began to slowly work his lips up and down
Craig's shaft, delighting in giving his best friend his first blow job.
Craig copied the pro, sucking on Aaron's stiff cock as he slipped his lips
down his shaft as far as he could without choking, and then back up to the
swollen bulb.  The two worked slowly, wanting to enjoy the pleasure
throbbing between their legs, and wanting to bring the other as much
pleasure as he could.  Craig closed his eyes and swallowed his
cock-flavoured saliva, any reservations about having sex with another guy
having vanished before the throbbing desire and pleasure between his legs,
and knowing the pleasure he was brining his good friend.  Again he
appreciated why Aaron took such delight in messing around with guys, and
discovered that the experience could be just as pleasant as making out with
girls.  Actually, as he sucked on Aaron's hot, throbbing cock and felt his
own cock throb and ache between Aaron's lips, he was not sure which was the
greater pleasure, making out with girls or with guys.
     As they began to approach that second orgasm, the two boys began to
suck harder and deeper and began to work their lips up and down the other's
throbbing flesh faster and faster.  Their own pulsating desire drove them
on, knowing that they were bringing the same pleasure as they were
receiving.  Their stiff teenage cocks throbbed and ached with that sweet
pain and they sucked on each other's cock desperately.  Again the pressure
in their loins grew until once again the boys exploded, this time not on
each other's body but in each other's mouth.  Despite having already come
once that evening, they spurted repeatedly, and their spurts were thick and
rich and creamy.  Spurt after spurt shot into each other's mouth.  Aaron
allowed it to collect and savoured the tart flavour and the creamy texture
of Craig's hot jizm.  Craig tasted for the first time the tart cum of a
boy, and he quivered with the unique taste and the slimy texture as Aaron's
cum filled his mouth, striking the roof with hot spurts and basting his
tongue with the creamy sauce.
     Clamping his lips about Craig's stiff cock, Aaron swallowed and
quivered with the delight of drinking his seed and with the pleasure of his
own cock oozing out still another dollop of his creamy juice for his best
friend.  Craig swallowed too, his mouth full, and he quivered with the
unique taste and texture of Aaron's creamy seed.  The two boys eagerly fed
off each other, draining each other's cock of the latest load of cum and
quivering with the delight of their own ejaculation, and with the delight
of brining such satisfaction to the other.
     And then again they sat and cuddled and kissed, their breaths now
smelling of cum and cock and ginger chicken and salt and pepper calamari.
With the storm raging outside Craig would be spending the night, and also
because of the storm, none of the other Carter family would be home.  That
was quite fine with the two boys.  It had been a delightful evening so far,
and there were many hours yet to come for two healthy, red-blooded teenage
boys.  Besides, Aaron had only begun to thank his good friend for having
helped bring him out of his funk.  As for Craig, he was pleased to have
been of help, and he would not be much of a friend if he didn't accept the
thanks Aaron wanted to give, would he?