Date: Sun, 09 Nov 2003 22:40:50 -0700
From: Dream Spinner <authorsix@hotmail.com>
Subject: "Aaron and Jesse:  Disillusion Street" (t/t, celeb)

Caution/Welcome.  It is August 1st, five days before the beginning of Aaron
Carter's 2002 Rock, Rap and Retro Tour.  Getting a distraught phone call
from his good friend and fellow performer, Jesse McCartney, the
fourteen-year-old pop star flies to New York City to console the troubled
teen, resulting in some angst of his own.  This is a gay fantasy and does
not reflect nor imply a real event nor the real sexual orientation of these
two hot young singers. References to the court case involving the Dream
Street band is based on the subsequent court statement and news releases and
portrays one interpretation of the events surrounding Jesse reflected in a
number of the commentaries on the case.  This is the twenty-second of stand
alone stories in a series of
Aaron Carter and Friends fanfic gay fantasies and chronologically follows
the story "Aaron and Bow Wow: Puppy Love".  Previous stories about Aaron and
Jesse are the fifteenth "Aaron: Sweet Dreams" and the eighteenth "Aaron and
Jesse".  If you do not like reading gay fantasies about teenage boys or
celebrities, this is where you stop and hit the back or delete key.  This
story is posted at free gay adult story sites for the purpose of adult
entertainment.  Permission is not given to copy electronically for the
purpose of redistribution or posting at sites other than those described
without the permission of the author.  Lyrics are copyright of Charmin and
Jesse McCartney.  Comments, story suggestions, and hot gossip about Aaron
and Jesse can be sent to the author J.O. Dickingson at authorsix@hotmail.com

              AARON AND JESSE: DISILLUSION STREET

                 'Cause I just don't understand
                 We had the future in our hands
                Baby there's no way to carry on
               The dream is gone, gone, gone....
                      Such a close harmony
                     But we lost the beat.

     When Aaron answered the phone that Thursday night, it took him a couple
minutes to figure out who was calling him, and he could barely understand
anything the caller said he was so broken up.  What with outbreaks of
sobbing and his voice cracking with emotion, and with long, silent pauses,
the speaker was barely coherent and Aaron spent most of the time convincing
the
speaker not to hang up.  When he finally did, Aaron immediately told his
mother what had transpired and of his promise.  With the commencement of his
tour only days away, Jane Carter was not keen about his decision but Aaron
was persistent and knowing how difficult he could be when he got pissed off,
she finally agreed to arrange for a standby flight.  The next morning Aaron
was on the plane for New York City thanks to a cancellation.
     Jesse and his mother met Aaron at the airport and Mrs McCartney drove
the boys directly home.  Leaving them in Jesse's bedroom, she immediately
left again to go shopping for groceries.  She didn't really have to, but she
knew the two boys had to have some time alone, which was also why she'd
suggested they put Aaron up in Jesse's room rather than the guest bedroom,
and why his brother Timmy and sister Lea were away that weekend visiting
friends.  The past four months had been hard on Jesse, and on her, and she
was hoping Aaron would be able to cheer Jesse up.
     That was exactly what Aaron was hoping to do.  The flight from Marathon
taking four hours of air time plus the hour layover at Fort Lauderdale,
Aaron had plenty of time to think what he would say and to memorize the key
points, statements of assurance and encouragement, and of comfort and
understanding. However, when he heard the front door close and he looked at
Jesse, his mind suddenly went blank.  Jesse's eyes, those beautiful emerald
eyes, were as bloodshot and red-rimmed as a fifty-year-old alcoholic and he
looked like hell.
     "So you wanna go bike riding or something?  We could borrow my dad's
bike."  Jesse knew Aaron liked to motorbike, but that wasn't something he
was into nor had access to.
     "No, that's fine, thanks."
     "Too bad Mom took off so fast.  We could have had her drop us off at
the pool."  He knew Aaron liked swimming also.
     "That's okay."
     "We could go down to the park and toss a baseball around."  Baseball
was one thing he and Aaron had in common.  He knew a lot about Aaron's likes
and dislikes.  He'd read up all he could about Aaron when Dream Street had
been contracted as his opening act on his Winter Tour at the beginning of
the year, and they'd gotten to know each other over the next two months.
You don't travel together and practice and perform on the same stage day
after day without getting to learn a lot about each other, the good and the
bad.  After the hot orgy he, Aaron and the rest of the Dream Street guys had
on Valentine's Day and then the even hotter night just the two of them had
the end of February, there was little that either one of them didn't know
about
the other from the scar on Jesse's left eyebrow to how Aaron's feet felt on
his stiff cock.  Aaron's empathy and understanding that night as he'd tried
to sort out what he should do professionally with respect to his career, and
sort out his own feelings about guys personally, had played a major part in
helping him find peace with himself back then, and it was something he would
never forget.
     "Maybe later."
     The two boys stood there in silence and awkwardly shuffled from one
foot to the other.  Jesse wanted to show Aaron his gratitude for coming
despite his insistence it was not necessary, but the one way he knew he
could express his thanks he was afraid to approach.  Five months had passed
by since that intimate night in February, and he had thought about it
frequently, but though since then he and Aaron had talked frequently on his
cell phone, his one true obsession, they had never discussed what they'd
done.  Aaron had also thought frequently about that night and it had been
the basis of more than a few hot jerk off sessions, and he had thought of
several brilliant
ways of steering the conversation in that direction while he'd been in the
air, but now every one of them seemed dorky.
     "I feel like a total idiot having bothered you yesterday."
     "Hey, nonsense.  It was no bother," responded Aaron.  "Besides, you
have to be perfect to be totally something and you're not that good," he
added, trying to make a joke.
     Jesse smiled, but it was a weak smile.  "Really, I made such a fool of
myself yesterday, blubbering and everything."
     "No you didn't."
     "I did, and stop being so bloody nice about it," Jesse replied.  His
voice was not angry, but it was firm, and sharp.  He got that way,
especially when he was worried or didn't have enough sleep.  It was one
thing that his fans often mentioned and misinterpreted as being rude or
having an attitude. "I shouldn't have bothered you, and you shouldn't have
come.  You have more
important things to do."
     "More important than coming to the aide of a friend?  I don't think
so."
     "Humph, some friend, making you fly all the way up here when you got a
tour in a few days."
     "Hey, I said it was no problem.  Besides, this will help distract me.
You know how tense things are just before you go on tour."  The moment the
words were out of his mouth Aaron knew it had been the wrong thing to say,
and the flicker in Jesse's eyes confirmed it.  There were two things Jesse
could not hide, his feelings, and when he was horny.  While he'd been on the
Winter Tour he was forever popping boners, and he was forever being teased
about how his face was an open window into whatever he was feeling or
thinking.  "Hey, I'm sorry."
     "Don't be.  You got nothing to be sorry about."
     "Well, going on tour isn't all that great.  The long, boring bus rides,
the strange hotel beds, the long hours. . . ."
     "Bullshit."  What Aaron had said was true, but all the negatives were
minor compared to the positives, especially the rush of performing live and
seeing all the fans in person across the country.  That he was really
missing since the dispute between the band and their producers had put an
end to their performing.
     "I know how much you must miss being on tour.  This business between
you guys and your producers really sucks."
     "Tell me about it!" Jesse replied sourly.
     "Can you talk about it?"
     "Well, we're not supposed to, not to nobody, but I don't see it matters
considering what some supposed adults have leaked to the media and posted on
the Internet."
     Aaron wasn't sure what he was referring to nor which adults, but his
bitterness was clear.  He decided not to pursue the matter.
     "So when is the court decision supposed to be?
     "Next week.  The seventh."
     "Must be scary."
     "Yeah, it is."
     "So what do you think will be the decision?"
     "Dream Street is over. Finished.  Down the toilet."
     "That's too bad."
     "All the reasons were so fucking fakey," Jesse sighed.  "And so
unnecessary."
     "Hey, you're a great singer, and actor.  Things will improve."
     "Yeah sure.  Seven months ago I was singing before packed crowds of
screaming fans and my name was found in every major magazine in the country.
Last month I sang a jingle for Charmin Ultra."  Picking up the pillow on his
bed he slammed it back down on the bed.  "Shit!"
     "You didn't."
     "I did.  Greg and I."
     "You shit for a Charmin commercial?"
     Jesse glanced at Aaron and the corners of his lips slowly curled.  "I'm
not that desperate, though I wouldn't vouch for some others. Some others we
both know would lick ass for a Charmin commercial."
     Again his bitterness could not be more clear, but Aaron really had no
idea who he was referring to.  "Sometimes the producers do push the PR stuff
," he began.
     "Not the producers," Jesse interrupted.
     Aaron knew who that left.  It was not unusual.  He'd seen it plenty of
times. His own mother wasn't beyond it.   "So your career is on hold.  Big
deal.  Things will come around."  Jesse did not look convinced.  "I thought
you wanted to leave Dream Street and your request had been approved anyway."
     "It had."
     "But I heard this law suit was over not being allowed out of your
contract?"
     "It is."
     "But how can you sue to be let out of your contract if you've already
been let out?"
     "You haven't met Maryann Raposo, or Mama Galasso."
     "I have."
     "Oh yeah, that's right."
     Jesse stared at the floor and struggled with his emotions, but he could
not hold back the hurt nor the anger.  First one tear broke past the
quivering lower lid, and it was quickly followed by a second and third, and
once the gate had been breached, a flood followed.  Aaron wrapped his arm
about the sobbing teen and slowly walking him backward to his bed, sat him
down.  Throwing his arms about his fellow singer and burying his face in his
shoulder, Jesse let it all out.  Aaron sat there, holding the trembling
youth tightly, letting him cry it out.
     "Fuck.  I'm such a wuss."

                So if you're a kid Or a Bear!--
             Charmin Ultra's got softness to spare.

     "No you aren't. Anyone would be upset to see their band dissolve,
especially this way."
     "It's disappointing, but it isn't that.  Like you said, I'd already
decided to leave.  I'd come to terms with leaving the band and the guys
after our talk the end of February."
     "Big move," Aaron observed.  "It's gotta be tough worrying about your
career.  I know it's not the same, but whenever I produce a new album I
worry what will happen if it flops.  It's not as big as making the career
change you have, and I know doing a bit commercial about ass wipe isn't the
same as performing on stage, but--."
     "It isn't that either.  I'm not going to have the PR machine DSE has,
but I sorted that all out too, and I got ways and means to keep my career
going."
     "Hey, if it's what the court."
     "Fuck!  Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!"  Aaron looked at Jesse but said
nothing.  "It's none of those fucking things!  You don't get it!  You don't
fucking get it at all!"
     Aaron didn't.  He didn't get it.  Jesse pulled back and stared at Aaron
in frustration and desperation, his eyes pleading for understanding and then
reflecting his regret for his outburst.  "I'm sorry.  Oh God, I'm so sorry."
  Tears again filled his eyes.  "I'm not angry at you.  Honest. How can you
understand?  You got a perfect family."
     "Well, I wouldn't exactly say that," Aaron said with a smile, trying to
lighten the mood.  Besides, he didn't.
     "It's my Mom!" Jesse blurted.  "It's my fuckin' Mom."  Tears rolled
down his cheek as he looked up at Aaron in despair.

                       The dream is gone.
                     Hey, I just gotta say
            Yeah, yeah  . . .  Just tell me  . . .
                    Why did you have to lie?

     Aaron reached out and placed his hand on Jesse's shoulder but said
nothing.  He waited, allowing Jesse to pull himself together before
speaking. "I don't understand."
     "We had it. We had it done and over with.  That night, that night the
end of February, with you and I," Jesse choked.  Aaron nodded as he thought
back to that night though he still did not understand.  "That night, after
you and I talked, I decided.  I decided what it was I wanted to do with my
life.  My mom and I talked about it the next day, and gave ourselves two
days to really think of the ramifications, and then we wrote a letter to
Lukow and Baldonieri March 1 asking to be released from my contract.  We
wrote it together.  They granted the release March 26."
     "Then why the court case?"
     "I told you.  The others.  They first of all gave her shit for sending
the letter, my mom, saying if I left it would break up the group.  Greg's
mom was really upset with that idea, that my leaving would result in the
whole group breaking up.  Then they switched and told her she should sign
the papers they were planning on filing to get out of the contract with DSE,
that we should be in this together, that we had to sign as a group, because
we were the Dream Street, and that if we didn't it would weaken their case,
especially since Chris and his mother said they wanted no part of it.  So
she did, she filed the papers like they wanted.  Fuck!  Fuck them all!  She
should have stood up to them, like Chris's mom.  She should have told them
no.  We were already fucking out!  We didn't have to be part of any of this
fucking shit."
     "So it's true Chris and his mother are staying with DSE."
     "Yeah."
     "That took guts, to say no to the others."
     "You are so right.  They really made things rough for Chris's mom, and
for Chris.  Greg and Frankie especially.  They called him all sorts of
names, asskisser, suckhole, Benedict Arnold, faggot."  A moment of regret
flashed through his eyes as he considered how that word had to impact on
Aaron, but it was only a moment.  He was too angry for it to last.  "And his
mother. She almost had a nervous breakdown the way the other moms treated
her, especially Greg's and Frankie's."
     "It took you guts too, to send in your letter wanting out of the band."
     "Huh, lot of good it did," Jesse snorted.
     "Well, it's no wonder your mother gave in to their pressure.  I know
how persuasive they can be, and how domineering."
     Jesse had thought about and had realized the pressure his mother had
been under and still was, but in his anger with the other mothers and his
self pity, in his fears about how this was all going to play out, and in his
disillusion with his mother, he'd let his other emotions downplay that
pressure.  Aaron was right.  It was next to impossible to stand up to
Maryann Raposo and Lisa Galasso.  Next to, but not impossible.  Bottom line
still was Chris's mom had, his hadn't.  Chris's mom had said she'd made the
decision because it was what Chris wanted, and what she thought was best for
him.  He wasn't sure what his mother's reason was other than it wasn't
because what
he'd wanted.  They'd already made that decision.
     "Hey, remember, I've met the Dream Makers."
     "You know that's what they were calling themselves?"
     "Yeah," Aaron said with a shrug.  "Their attitude was pretty obvious
from what was going on, the way they were always hanging around back stage,
and always in the middle of everything right down to what you guys were
eating and when you took your breaks, the arguments with your producers.
Typical stage moms."
     "Including mine."
     "Hey, my mom's the same.  And your mom wasn't as bad as Greg's or
Frankie's.  Now those two are two pushy broads.  I mean it's no wonder your
mom joined them."
     Jesse looked up at Aaron and his lower lip quivered as tears once again
filled his burning eyes.  "Thanks."
     Aaron reached over and wiped a tear from Jesse's cheek, and instead of
saying anything, he leaned over and kissed him.  The kiss was followed by a
second, and a third.  They were not the kisses they'd exchanged the last
time they'd kissed, kisses driven by lust and designed to turn each other
on.  They were not the kisses of lovers either, like the tender and caring
kisses he and Shad Moss had exchanged recently.  They were kisses of
compassion rather than passion, kisses of a Platonic love rather than of
sensual desire. Jesse returned the kisses, light, tender pecks on the
cheeks, the lips, and the eyelids.
     Dropping his hand to Jesse's lap, Aaron dared to slip his tongue into
Jesse's mouth and was pleased when Jesse made no attempt to draw back.
Considering Jesse's disconcertment and despair over his mother, Aaron was
not sure how he'd respond to a sexual overture, and was relieved when Jesse
reciprocated.  He stuck his tongue in further, running it over Jesse's
tongue, sliding it through Jesse's spittle.  Feeling Jesse's tongue sliding
along side his, he quivered as he felt Jesse's tongue further penetrate his
mouth and he immediately sucked on it, drawing it in still further.  There
was no remaining doubt as he felt the swelling in Jesse's khakis.
     With their lips locked together and their tongues exploring each
other's mouths, Aaron slowly unbuttoned Jesse's shirt and pulled it out of
his pants. Slipping it over his shoulders Aaron eased it off and pushing
Jesse back, lowered the fifteen-year-old down on his back.  He kissed
Jesse's neck, and then skipped along his smooth chest to his right nipple.
He licked and
kissed and sucked on the sensitive bud until it became firm, and then kissed
over to the other and did the same to it.  Following the indentation in
Jesse's chest, Aaron continued down, kissing the smooth skin down to his
belly button where he paused to fasten his lips about it and give it a long,
moist kiss, causing the fifteen-year-old to squirm with desire.  Undoing
Jesse's belt, he unsnapped the top of his khakis and pulled down his fly.
Jesse raised his ass as Aaron slipped his hands inside his khakis and eased
them over his hips and down his legs.
     Wiggling up further onto the bed, Jesse lay there passively as Aaron
slipped his pants off along with his socks.  Aaron was tempted to go
straight to his feet, but decided to save that delight for later.  Slipping
his hands under the elastic band of Jesse's boxers, he slowly drew them down
as Jesse assisted by raising his ass once again.  His cock was already
partially erect, and chucking aside his boxers Aaron zeroed in on it.
Nuzzling the limp organ and damp balls, he was rewarded by the musky odour.
Slipping his lips over the limp organ, he sucked on it gently, and the
tumescent organ began to swell even faster.  As far as Aaron was concerned,
having another
boy's cock swelling with desire in your hands or your mouth had to be one of
the most satisfying experiences a boy can have and he took his time,
delighting in Jesse's arousal and in the joy of turning another boy on.
     Aaron did that well, and Jesse lay back and concentrated on the
pleasure building in his loins.  It was not the first time the hot pop
singer had his dick in his mouth, and he'd spent many a night jerking off
and recalling the mutual blow jobs they'd engaged in back on tour.  Slowly
raising his upper torso and supporting himself on his elbows and forearms,
he glanced down his
naked body through half-closed eyes at the blond-headed youth sucking on his
dick like it was a milk-filled teat.  His cock quivered with the sight and
the knob ached.  He briefly debated if he should tell Aaron to crawl up on
the bed so they could sixty-nine but decided instead to just lay there and
enjoy what Aaron was doing to him for a while.  Other than his memories of
their earlier sexual exploration and his jerk off fantasies, he hadn't had
many happy thoughts the past five months, and it was refreshing to just
concentrate on the pleasure pulsating between his legs and forget everything
else, even if it was going to be only for a few minutes.
     His cock quickly became fully erect and his blood beat through the
stiff member in time with his increasing heart beat.  Aaron finally slipped
his mouth off the rock hard organ and glanced down at it admiringly.
Deciding to give men a penis was the smartest thing God had ever done!
Aaron had, over the past year, discovered just how many different variations
there are on
that delightful organ, in length, thickness, curvature, skin texture,
colour, skin coverage, and type of knob.  Jesse's dick had grown a good half
inch since he'd last had sex with him, back at the end of February just
before the end of his tour, and now stood at five and a half inches.  The
skin was
smooth and tight and still clung to his knob.  Aaron slowly pulled it down,
revealing the reddish bulb-like knob that contrasted with the milk white
shaft of the fifteen-year-old.  A Y-flap of skin connected his foreskin to
the underside of his cock, and the thick blue vein that ran up the
underside was visible under the skin of the shaft.
     Grasping Jesse's cock at the base with his thumb and forefinger and
holding it straight up, Aaron leaned over and sticking out his tongue, ran
it up the underside, tracing the thick blue vein from Jesse's loose balls up
along the shaft to the Y-flap of skin.  He continued up along the inverted
funnel along the underside of the bulb, following it to the sensitive,
quivering slit at the tip.  He wiggled the tip of his tongue against the
opening, causing Jesse to quiver with desire, and then swirled his tongue
around Jesse's bulb, beginning at the tip and working slowly around and
down to the rim like he was licking an ice cream cone.  As his hot, moist
tongue ran around the rim of Jesse's bulb, the fifteen-year-old jerked and
quivered uncontrollably with the shivers of stimulation darting through his
aroused glans.  Aaron ran his tongue back down his shaft to his balls, this
time beside the blue vein, and then ran his tongue back up beside the path
he'd followed down.
     And so the hot, brown-eyed, fourteen-year-old pop singer, the idol of
thousands of teenage and twink girls, knelt there on the bedroom floor
licking the cock of the sexy-eyed blond fifteen-year-old, the youngest
member of the Dream Street band and the heartthrob of thousands of girls
himself.  Aaron delighted in cock more than anything else in the world, more
than the
screaming fans and the fame and the money and privileges of being one of, if
not the, top solo teenage pop star of the time.  There was nothing more
beautiful than a boy's cock, and nothing gave him a rush like pleasing
another boy.  That was his goal whenever he had sex with another guy, to
please the other guy as much as the guy was pleasing him, but this afternoon
he dedicated himself to that goal with an even greater passion than usual.
He wanted Jesse to forget all his problems and fears and anger and sorrow if
even just for the afternoon, and he was determined to do his best to achieve
just that.
     Opening his mouth wide, he slipped it over Jesse's knob and closed his
lips just past the ridge.  He knelt there motionlessly, allowing his spittle
to baste over the blood-engorged flesh, allowing Jesse to fully concentrate
on the delight of having a hot, moist mouth engulfing his knob.  He was
tempted to suck, and to slip his lips down Jesse's shaft, but he held back.
He wanted Jesse to appreciate every second of what was happening to him.
His own cock was tenting out his cargo pants and aching for attention and he
reached down and gave it a comforting squeeze, but afforded it no further
attention.  For now he wanted to concentrate on pleasing Jesse.
     And that was what he did.  Waiting until he knew Jesse would not be
able to stand it any longer, he gently sucked on his knob and swallowed the
saliva that had basted it, sending a shiver of desire down his spine and a
shiver down Jesse's, the fifteen-year-old well aware that he was swallowing
his spittle and that it was flavoured with his dick.  He slowly slid his
lips down the shaft until Jesse's knob was pressing against the back of his
mouth and then slowly eased his lips back up.  He worked slowly and paused
frequently, knowing from the throbbing of Jesse's cock that he was super
horny.
     Aaron was right.  Although he jerked off almost daily, and sometimes a
couple times a day, that solitary joy could not compare to having his cock
sucked by another boy, and since Dream Street had ended its tour with Aaron
he hadn't had an opportunity to have sex with another boy.  Aaron was
particularly skilful and considerate in that regard besides.  The fourteen-
year-old cocksucker knew there was more to sex than just getting off a load,
and he toyed with Jesse's cock, bringing it to the brink and then allowing
the desire to subside, only to bring it to the brink again.  At first Jesse
was irritated and disappointed when the desire to shoot slowly faded
and he was tempted to grasp Aaron by the ears and fuck his face, but as he
concentrated instead on the pleasure of having a hot, moist mouth working
over his aching cock, and the pleasure of having a partner tenderly bring
him to peak after peak, he lay back and enjoyed each mounting pleasure.  His
cock throbbed and ached and felt more swollen than it ever had before, and
each
time he approached his peak he hoped this would be the one and he would
shoot, while at the same time hoping that there would still be one more
time.
     That could at some point become torture rather than pleasure of course,
and Aaron knew it, and he knew when to bring it to an end.  The beautiful
part was that Jesse would never know when that point was until he felt the
twinge deep in his loin and knew that there was no way that Aaron would be
able to stop it.  That twinge finally did come and Jesse threw back his head
and a soft whimper escaped from his moist lips as he felt his juice begin to
race up the core of his cock.  Aaron was prepared and the hot young teenager
slipped his lips up Jesse's cock until they were just below his bulb so he
could collect the boy's slimy, thick juice in his mouth.  He wanted to
savour it and delight in its texture along with the satisfaction that he'd
brought the horny, sexy fellow singer off.
     So as Jesse squirted his juice into Aaron's mouth, Aaron swished it
about with his cheeks, working it around Jesse's knob and mixing it with his
saliva, all the while sucking on his spurting hose.  After the initial
squirts, Aaron continued to suck and once again slipped his lips down
Jesse's shaft and tightening them, drew them back up, squeezing out the rest
of Jesse's juice with his lips.  Jesse gasped and panted as he felt Aaron's
lips milking him, and he quivered with the delight of having had the most
awesome blow job of his young life.  When at last Aaron slipped his lips off
Jesse's still stiff dick, the two boys stared at each other through glazed,
dreamy eyes as Aaron swallowed Jesse's precious juice.
     Riding the high of his climax, Jesse motioned for Aaron to lie down on
the bed, and he quickly undid the belt and top button of his cargo pants and
drew down his fly.  Aaron's tented boxers poked through the opening and a
wet spot revealed where he'd leaked the first drop of pre-cum.  Jesse wasted
no time pulling down his cargo pants and his boxers, and leaving them at
Aaron's ankles and pushing up his shirt, the eager fifteen-year-old went
down on the hot pop star.  Aaron's cock had grown since he'd last seen it
also and was only slightly shorter than his own.  Like himself, Aaron was
uncut, but the skin was looser and slid down when he was erect, revealing
his knob, which was more mushroom-shaped than bulb-like, and a darker
purplish red.  The tip was damp, and as Jesse slipped his thumb and
forefinger about the base of the teenage boy's stiff cock another clear
droplet of pre-cum oozed out of the slit.  This one was not allowed to go to
waste and Jesse immediately bent over and puckering his lips sucked up the
droplet of clear nectar.  Aaron, propped up on his elbows, smiled at the
sight of his pre-cum coating the
handsome singer's lips and the hair-thin strand connecting his lips to the
slit of his aching cock.  The sight caused another droplet to ooze out the
opening, and like a hummingbird diving for its sweet treasure, Jesse once
against lowered his head and his tongue darted out.
     Aaron's pre-cum was sticky and sweet, and as Jesse savoured it, his
still stiff cock twitched with arousal.  Lowering his head once more, he ran
his tongue over Aaron's damp, sweaty balls, knowing that to concentrate on
his cock at that moment would bring the horny fourteen-year-old off all too
soon, and he wanted to pleasure him as Aaron had done to him.  And so
instead he licked and sucked the young teenager's loose balls, sucking on
the tender eggs in their loose sack and tugging on the loose skin with his
lips.  Of course that resulted in the flow of more pre-cum which Jesse
eagerly flicked up with his tongue and savoured.
     Waiting as long as he could, which seemed forever to the two boys but
was only a matter of minutes, the randy fifteen-year-old slipped his lips
over Aaron's stiff cock and began to suck.  He was not as skilled as Aaron,
lacking his experience, but he was just as eager when it came to sucking
cock, and just as desirous to please his fellow performer.  Like Aaron, he
tried to make the experience last, and like Aaron he paused frequently to
allow both of them time to enjoy the pleasure, but Aaron was hot as fuck and
even the most experienced cock sucker could not have held him back for long.
So it was only a matter of minutes before the randy fourteen-year-old
was shooting his stuff into Jesse's mouth and Jesse was eagerly swallowing
the tart gift.
     Cuddling together afterward, the two boys wrapped their arms about each
other and kissed each other tenderly, their lips tasting of each other's
cock and their breaths smelling of fresh cum.  Although they had only
recently blasted out a load, the two boys were young and healthy and soon
began to grow erect once more.  As they kissed, this time more forcefully
and with lust, they caressed each other, running their hands over each
other's naked body.  Jesse caressed Aaron's smooth chest and toyed with his
nipples, causing them to become firm and to itch with arousal.  As he ran
his fingers over each irritated bud, Aaron trembled with the sweet pain
shooting through them.  At the same time Aaron caressed and kneaded Jesse's
firm, compact
buttocks and ran his finger up the damp crack.  As he caressed Jesse's
quivering asshole with his fingertip the fifteen-year-old boy opened and
closed his sphincter in memory of the finger fucking Aaron had given him
their last night together and in eagerness for him to do it again.  It was
not long before the two boys were stiff once again and their hot, hard cocks
were pressed up against each other.
     With renewed desire, the two boys began to kiss more furiously as they
reached down and grasped each other's stiff cock.  Closing their eyes, they
stuck out their tongues and twirled them around each other as they began to
slowly stroke each other's member.  The tips of their tongues touched and as
Aaron's tongue swirled around Jesse's, Jesse's swirled around Aaron's and
their cocks ached in each other's fist.  They pecked at each other, quick,
feverish kisses on cheeks, necks, eyelids, ears and lips.  They pressed
their lips tightly against each other in a long, passionate kiss, their
downy cheeks flushed a bright crimson with their sexual heat as their balls
slowly began drawing up tight once again.  Their young cocks throbbed hotly
and eagerly in each other's fist as they stroked each other faster and
faster.  Their breathing grew heavier as they once again approached their
climaxes.
     Wanting to pop off a load and wanting to bring the other the same
pleasure, the two horny teenagers did not attempt to prolong the pleasure
this time but instead fed on the growing need and tension, kissing more
passionately, sucking on each other's lips and necks, unconcerned how
they were going to explain the hickeys they were giving each other as the
blood in their veins raced and their cocks throbbed with an ache that caused
a pain in their chests.  Higher and higher the tension built, like a
climbing roller coaster.  Their young nuts drew up tight and they quivered
as they felt the twang deep in their loins once again.
     "Oh yeah," gasped Aaron.  "Oh fuck yeah."
     Rolling over on his back, he erupted, shooting his thick teen cream
over his body.  Gasping and grunting with his own climax, Jesse rolled over
with him, and balanced above him on his knees and elbows, he shot his load,
spraying Aaron's heaving body with his own thick cum, adding it to Aaron's
puddles and creating puddles of his own on the naked teenager's thrashing
body.  The two boys grunted and gasped and groaned in ecstasy, the two
grasping each other's throbbing cocks and milking them dry, their fingers
laced with each other's cum and Aaron's body spattered from neck to belly
button.  Jesse at last rolled over on his side and throwing back their
heads and closing their eyes, the two spent teenagers sucked in the
cum-laden air as if gasping their last breaths, their bodies flushed and
glowing with their climaxes.
     Propping himself up on his elbow sometime later, Jesse smiled down at
Aaron through half-closed eyelids, and the sexy smile caused Aaron to ache.
Their sex had been awesome, and it had been more than just two horny boys
getting their nuts off.  It had been a hot, passionate expression of love
with each of them eager to please the other, and at the same time delighting
in the pleasure the other brought.  It was the type of sex that only two
boys who cared deeply about each other could share, two boys who loved each
other.  That Jesse knew and accepted as he smiled down at the boy sprawled
out on his back and spattered with their cum.  He was a boy-loving faggot
and at that moment he did not give a damn.  At that moment he didn't care if
the
entire world knew.  There was nobody he loved more than the boy sprawled out
beside him.  He reached out and sticking his index finger in the thickest of
the puddles of still warm cum, he spread it over Aaron's flushed body,
joining it with the puddle beside it.
     Aaron felt the same as Jesse.  He had come to New York City out of his
concern for Jesse both as a fellow entertainer and as a close friend.  He
had engaged in sex with him because he liked sex with other boys, and
because he wanted to please and ease the suffering of the boy he cared for
and this was the only way he knew how.  As he propped himself up and watched
Jesse now gathering the cum spattered over his body, pushing the puddles
together into one large puddle, he thought of all the other boys he'd had
sex with, and especially of Shad Moss, whom he had only recently concluded
he loved dearly, and he wondered how it was that he could be in such deep
love with Shad and yet have such deep feelings for Jesse too.  How could a
boy love two others so deeply and at the same time?  What sort of boy did
that make him?  He felt a twinge of guilt as if he'd just betrayed Shad and
had been dishonest with Jesse.
     He had no answers and it was not something he could concentrate on as
Jesse continued to gather the cum spattered over his body, pushing the
puddles down from his neck and up from his belly button to form a large,
thick puddle in the middle of his chest.  Leaning over, Jesse placed his
lips on the surface of the creamy pool and began to suck, drawing the
sticky, slimy collection of cream into his mouth, sucking up the combined
cum shots of the two of them.  Seeing the emerald-eyed sex idol sucking up
their cum caused such an overpowering feeling of raw lust in Aaron, he could
think of nothing else than how hot Jesse was and how great it would be to
spend every waking moment with him.
     Raising his head, Jesse smiled down at Aaron with the same thoughts,
and with his lips glistening and coated with their cum, he leaned forward
and kissed the teenage singer.  Carefully parting their puckered lips but
kept them pressed together, the cum filling Jesse's mouth slowly began to
ooze into Aaron's, and feeling the thick cream passing between his lips,
Aaron sucked in, speeding the flow of the thick, viscous juice.  He had done
many things but nothing like that before and he delighted in the eroticism
of exchanging their most precious of fluids, and his still stiff cock
throbbed hotly with the thought.  Slipping his arms about Jesse's naked
body, Aaron
pressed his lips tighter against his and began to blow the creamy load back
into his mouth, the combined juice of their balls now mixed with his and
Jesse's saliva.  It oozed between their lips and down around their chins and
it stuck to their gums and tongues.  Looking dreamily into each other's eyes
and sighing loudly, the two boys swallowed the thick mixture of cum and
saliva.  For the moment the pressures of being teenage idols and their
mother's sons was forgotten.

             I know that you are something special
                 To you I'd be always faithful
              I want to be what you always needed
            Then I hope you'll see the heart in me.

                I don't want another pretty face
                I don't want just anyone to hold
              I don't want my love to go to waste
               I want you and your beautiful soul
                 You're the one I want to chase
                 You're the one I want to hold
             I won't let another minute go to waste
               I want you and your beautiful soul.