Date: Sun, 21 Mar 2004 16:10:33 -0700
From: Dream Spinner <authorsix@hotmail.com>
Subject: "Aaron: Fantasy Cum Fest" (t/t, t/b, celeb)

Caution/Welcome.  His fall 2002 Rock, Rap and Retro tour over, Aaron has
retuned to Marathon for a well-deserved rest.  Discovering that two of his
best friends and fuck buddies, Justin Berfield and Frankie Muniz are coming
to Key West to partake in the annual Fantasy Fest, the horny teenager
immediately begins making some plans only to have them spoiled by the
discovery that Erik Per Sullivan will be joining them.  This story does not
reflect nor imply a real event nor the real sexual orientation of these hot
young performers.  It is the twenty-seventh of stand alone stories in a
series of Aaron Carter and Friends fanfic gay fantasies and chronologically
follows the story "Nick and Hiroshi".  The last story featuring Justin and
Frankie was number 14 "Frankie and Justin: Teen Lovers".  If you do not
like reading gay fantasies about teen and preteen age 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
here without the permission of the author.  Comments and invitations to Key
West's next Fantasy Fest can be sent to the author J.O. Dickingson at
authorsix@hotmail.com

                    AARON: FANTASY CUM FEST

     Aaron was in a fucking fantastic mood.  Having completed his Rock, Rap
and Retro tour and said goodbye to Brandon Hargest after an all-night orgy
designed to drain Brandon's nuts and keep him from boning up for at least a
month, with the promise he'd be available to help the fifteen-year-old
performer out whenever he felt the urge for another fuck and suck orgy,
Aaron was glad to be back home.  He was looking forward to some well
deserved rest and recreation after being on the road for the past seven
weeks.
     And he was going to be able to rest now that one of his major worries
had been resolved.  He'd asked Brandon if Mike Ryan, his PR agent had been
asking questions about what was going on, specifically going on between the
two of them, and Brandon had replied that Mike hadn't talked to him at all.
So, his worry that Mike had discovered he was gay and was getting it on
with Brandon was unfounded.  It did not, however, explain why Mike had been
watching him so closely, and had acted so embarrassed whenever he was
caught.
     Without giving it a lot of thought, Aaron's conclusion was that his
original idea that Mike saw him as eye candy had been correct.  He'd never
seen Mike with a girl throughout the entire tour, and the thirty-year-old
was unmarried and never talked about having a girlfriend.  Of course that
didn't mean he wasn't straight, or at least bisexual, and it certainly
didn't mean he had the hots for a fourteen-year-old kid.  Aaron, being
Aaron, could not ignore his curiosity nor his streak of mischievousness.
So he'd struck up a conversation with Mike, observing how great it was
going home, and how touring was wicked and he loved doing it, especially
performing before thousands of screaming, sweating, randy girls.  That had
elicited a smile from Mike, as Aaron had thought it would.  Despite his
age, Mike understood what it was like to be young, and he was the type of
guy you could be honest with and josh around with.  He was more of an older
brother than he was a father.
     Having a positive response from Mike, Aaron had gone on to observe
that touring did wear a guy out, and that performing before thousands of
screaming, randy girls got a guy plenty horny himself, which, he observed,
was particularly hard, emphasizing the word hard, when you were on tour and
didn't have a girl to satisfy that need for you.  Mike of course caught the
play on the word hard and had chuckled and observed that even if Aaron
wasn't on tour he'd suspect he'd be finding things hard, being a healthy,
red-blooded American teenager.
     On a roll, Aaron continued that even going home was not going to solve
the problem as between touring, his school work, and working on an album,
there was little time to even date a girl never mind develop enough of a
relationship with her to actually "do something".  He was comfortable
talking to Mike, but not that comfortable to use four-letter words.  Mike
again laughed and said there would be plenty of time for that.  That
brought Aaron to his big question, "what is a guy to do in the meantime?"
Mike laughed once more and said to take plenty of cold showers and avoid
tight underwear.  That last comment immediately raised a red flag and for a
quick second Aaron feared that Mike knew about what had happened between
him and Brandon in Wantagh.  That, he realized from the look on Mike's
face, was not the case and the statement meant exactly what it was supposed
to mean.  By then Aaron was feeling hot as hell, and with the tour coming
to a close and Mike's contract almost over, he'd taken the next daring step
and reaching down and squeezing the bulge that had developed in his jeans,
he had observed that even that was unlikely to be enough.  Mike responded
that he was sure Aaron could "handle it" and there was no doubt what he
meant.  By then Aaron's heart had speeded up and he was starting to feel
the same anxiety he did just before stepping onto the stage.
     "Some problems take two to handle," he had said in his most seductive
voice.
     Mike had chuckled and observed that perhaps that was a good time to
change the topic.  Aaron had wanted to press the issue, but he sensed
Mike's embarrassment and hesitancy and he backed off.  When he thought
about the conversation later when he got back to Marathon, he was certain
it had turned Mike on, but that really did not mean anything.  Mike was a
healthy, red- blooded American male too.  He could just as easily have been
empathizing with him and recalling what it was like to be fourteen as he
was having the hots for him.
  In fact it was far more likely it was the first.  It would have been
interesting doing something, but considering Mike's age it was not the same
as the hots he'd had for Brandon and Aaron let the matter drop.
     The third and main reason for his good mood was that he was also
looking forward to the upcoming twenty-fourth Fantasy Fest only a month
away, not just because it was one of Key West's biggest and wildest bashes
that rivalled the Mardi Gras in New Orleans, but because his good friend
Justin Berfield, who had introduced him to the joys of gay sex, had Emailed
him to say he and Frankie Muniz and their families were coming to Key West
to take part in some of the festivities.
     It had been ten months since he'd last seen them, at his fourteenth
birthday party along with David Gallagher, and they had a lot of catching
up to do.  It had been only shortly after his birthday bash that he'd
gotten the Email from Justin telling him that he and Frankie were in love,
and although he'd already done so by Email he was eager to congratulate
them in person.  He himself had fond feelings for Shad Moss, better known
to the world as Lil Bow Wow, and even more so for Jesse McCartney, a member
of the Dream Street boy band until it had broken up earlier that year,
though he had never expressed his love in words as had Justin and Frankie
to each other.  He was eager to catch up on all the news, but even more so,
he was eager to fulfill a few fantasies of his own, fantasies his mother
would be shocked to learn about.  He knew Frankie and Justin had declared
their love for each other, but he was hoping that they were not going to
let that stop them from having a hot time with him.
     He had no idea what they would do, nor when or where, but with all the
nonstop parties and outrageous behaviour and out-and-out insanity going on
the six days that made Fantasy Fest, he had no doubt that there would be
plenty of opportunities for the three of them to get together, especially
after arranging with his parents for them to all stay at their place.  He
was more than a little disappointed when his mother informed him a few
weeks after making the arrangements that besides the Berfield's and
Muniz's, Mister and Mrs Per Sullivan were going to be joining them with
their son Erik, the third boy actor and youngest star who acted with Justin
and Frankie on the television show "Malcolm in the Middle."  He did not
know Erik, but he was only eleven and bound to be in the way for some of
the fun things he'd hoped to do with the two older stars of the show.
     So it was with mixed feelings that he greeted them at the airport that
Tuesday afternoon.  There was little opportunity for him to spend much time
alone with Frankie and Justin by the time they got settled in their guest
rooms and then headed off to the Key West Business Guild's Nineteenth
Annual Headdress ball.  It was not his favourite event of the six day
celebrations, but the Carters did believe in supporting the local
businesses, and being local celebrities, it was more or less expected of
them to attend.  Besides, it was one of the events that the entire family
could participate in.  Even when they got home that night, he wasn't able
to talk to Frankie or Justin openly about the things he wanted to talk
about in that his mother had decided that he and his three guests should
bunk together in his room.  Justin's older brother Lorne being teamed up
with Nick, and Frankie's sister Christina being teamed up with Aaron's
sisters, and Erik being an only child, it made sense to her that he bunk
with Aaron and his fellow actors even though she knew Justin and Frankie
were special friends of Aaron's.
     Of course the next morning Erik tagged along with them wherever they
went, much to Aaron's disappointment and frustration.  He was cool enough,
and definitely more grownup and knowledgeable than guys normally are at his
age, but he was still just a kid, and having an eleven-year-old tagging
along certainly did put a major crimp in his plans.  That afternoon, they
dressed up Aaron's ten pet dogs and two cats in outrageous costumes, and
grabbing an early dinner, the four families headed to the Wyndham Casa
Marina Resort for the pet masquerade and parade.  Planning on becoming a
vet and having a menagerie of animals for pets himself, including chickens,
desert tortoises and a pot bellied pig, Justin particularly enjoyed the
event.  That evening was the Hog's Breath Saloon's fourteenth Annual
Fantasy Fest Beach Party with the world-famous homemade bikini contest.  Of
course the boys all wanted to go to it, but it being at ten that night, and
on the bawdier side, their parents put a nix to that idea though they could
not stop Nick and Justin's brother Lorne from attending.  Leaving behind a
couple Disney videos and strict instructions, the adults left Christina and
Aaron's sisters Angel and Leslie and the four boys home alone.
     As the second video began and they dug into their third bowl of
popcorn, Aaron caught the attention of Frankie and Justin and nodded for
them to leave.  The others didn't really think anything of it, knowing the
three boys were good friends.  Having already caught up on Aaron's tour and
his career, on Frankie's car, the Jetta from the movie "The Fast and the
Furious" which he'd boughten for a cool two hundred and fifty thousand for
himself for his sixteenth birthday just two days before Aaron's fourteenth
and had now for ten months and was his pride and joy, and the acting
careers of the two boys, they got right down to the things they could not
talk about in the presence of the adults.
     Aaron of course was interested in their relationship, and Frankie and
Justin couldn't talk enough about how great love was and how they felt
about each other as they reached out and held hands.  When Frankie had
introduced Justin to mutual jerking on Justin's fourteenth birthday, little
did either boy know that two and a half years later they'd be madly in love
with each other.  They confessed to slipping away for a few furtive kisses
on the set whenever they could.  They phoned each other every night, or
chatted by computer, and they roller bladed and went to movies together.
And, of course, they had awesome sex.  The two boys were just as interested
in what Aaron had been doing to satisfy his insatiable desire for cock, and
were not surprised to learn about his escapades since they'd seen each
other on his birthday almost a year ago.  The boys had only intended on
talking of course, but as they discussed their loves and adventures, it was
only natural for their bodies to begin to react.  They were, after all,
young, healthy teenage boys.
     "Well, from the looks of things Brandon's problem is contagious,"
observed Justin with a leer as he nodded toward Aaron's crotch, referring
to Aaron's account of how the young performer had begun boning up during
each of his concerts, thanks to thoughts Aaron had planted in his mind.
     "And it looks like the cure didn't work for you," added Frankie with a
chuckle, thinking of the orgy Aaron had described having with Brandon he
night he'd seduced the totally straight performer.
     "Yeah, well, looks like you two have the same problem," Aaron
observed.
     "Well, what do you know, so we do," commented Justin, pretending to be
surprised.
     "If you two would like to be alone for a while," Aaron began as he
started to get up.
     "Hey no, you don't have to leave on our account," observed Justin.
     "Hey yeah. They'll go down on their own," Frankie commented with a
grin.
     "Oh," said Justin, faking a frown.  "I was thinking of Aaron getting
them down for both of us."
     "Really.  I don't mind," interjected Aaron.  "I know you two are an
item ."
     "Hey, just because we love each other doesn't mean we're going to only
have sex with each other."
     "No way.  Having sex and being in love are two totally different
things."
     "Absolutely."
     "Cool."
     "From the look of that bulge, it looks like you've grown some since we
last saw you."
     "I'd say the same about you two guys."
     "Well, the least we can do it pull them out and compare."
     "Yeah, for old time's sake."
     "For sure."
     "Thought you guys were going to say foreskin," observed Aaron with a
giggle.  That was one thing all three boys had in common.
     Needing no further encouragement, the three boys pulled down their
flies and eased out their stiff dicks. They had all grown considerably
since Aaron's birthday.  Justin, four months away from his seventeenth
birthday, and Frankie, six weeks away from his, were now six-and-a- half
inches, Frankie's dick still being the fatter of the two, and although an
inch shorter, Aaron's had grown an inch since they'd last messed around,
which was not bad for someone approaching his fifteenth birthday.
     "Well, you know, now we got them out, it is a shame to let a good
boner go to waste."
     "For sure."
     "A quick wank would be in order."
     "Sounds good to me."
     Sitting down cross-legged, the three boys formed a jerk circle there
on Aaron's bed with Aaron beating off Justin, Justin beating off Frankie,
and Frankie beating off Aaron.  It felt good stroking each other's stiff,
throbbing cock and bringing each other pleasure while thrilling to the
stimulation of one's own dick, and they each smiled with pleasant memories
of Aaron's birthday, the first and only time the three of them had messed
around together.  With all their concentration on the pleasant throbbing of
their dicks and on the pleasure of wanking someone else's throbbing dick,
none of them heard the door open.
     "So what you guys oh!" observed Erik.
     The three boys immediately released each other's dick and looked over
in surprise and guilt at the wide-eyed, open-mouthed eleven-year-old as he
stood there in the open door gaping at them.
     "Well come in or out, don't just stand there in the door," observed
Frankie, the first to recover.
     Erik chose to come in.  "What you guys doing?" he asked, screwing up
his face in puzzlement.
     "Playing with our game boys," quipped Frankie.
     "Yeah.  Pull out your joy stick and come join us" invited Justin,
moving over to leave a space between himself and Frankie.
     "That's wrong."
     "Wrong?" asked Justin.
     "You're not supposed to touch yourselves down there," Erik observed,
"and nobody else is suppose to touch you there either."
     "Oh yeah?  Well, everyone says it is wrong but everyone plays with
himself, and it's okay to touch someone else if they give permission."
     "Touching yourself is dirty, and touching each other dirtier."
     "That's part of the fun of it," observed Aaron.
     Erik thought for a moment.  "Bet your moms and dads wouldn't like it
if they found out."
     "There's lots of things they wouldn't like if they knew," Aaron
replied as Frankie and Justin glanced at each other.  Erik's comment had a
familiar ring to it.
     "Then I guess it would be pretty important nobody told," Erik
continued, the corners of his mouth beginning to curl.
     "Tell?" asked Aaron in surprise and sudden anxiety.
     "I could.  How important is it they don't find out?"
     "This isn't acting, Erik," observed Justin.  "This is for real."
     "I'm thinking you'll give me some real good stuff to keep quiet," he
observed with a definite twinkle now in his eyes.
     "Erik, you've been playing Dewey too long," observed Frankie,
referring to the character Erik played in "Malcolm in the Middle."
     "Oh yeah?  Well maybe I have," Erik responded, now with a definite
grin.  "But I got you guys good."
     "You know what happens on the show when you try to make trouble,"
Justin warned.
     "Yeah, well, like you said, this is real life," Eric replied with an
impish twinkle in his large, expressive eyes.  "And you're gonna pay me
real big time."  He rubbed his hands together as he glanced from one boy to
the other, the three still sitting there with their cocks out, though by
then they'd all gone limp.
     "Okay, you got us," said Frankie, unfolding his legs and standing up.
"What do you want?"
     "You crazy?" asked Justin.
     "No, not at all," said Frankie walking over to Erik.  "The little
troublemaker has us good this time."  Justin immediately understood and
quickly got to his feet and joined him on the other side.
     Erik knew that tone of voice and those looks from dozens of similar
episodes in "Malcolm in the Middle" and he now looked anxiously at one and
then the other.  "Ah, guys, what you up to?"
     "Going to show you what happens when you try to blackmail us," replied
Frankie.
     "Yeah, won't you ever learn, Dewey?" asked Justin, using Erik's
character name on purpose.
     "Ah, guys, I was kidding."
     "Sure you were," said Frankie grabbing his arm.
     "Yeah, we believe you," agreed Justin, grabbing Erik's other arm and
the two lifting him in the air like they had done so many times in the
show.
     "Ah, guys, really," Erik insisted as he pumped his legs in the air,
not sure if they were just acting or if they were being for real as they
carried him over to the bed
     "So what should we do?"
     "Well, he's seen ours, so I think for starters we should see what he
has in his pants."
     "Great idea.  You do the honours, Aaron."
     While Frankie held down his arms and Justin held down his legs, Aaron
knelt on the bed and pulled down his fly as Erik twisted and protested,
though not a whole lot.  This was just horsing around, and the others did
have their dicks out.  Actually it was cool being considered one of the
guys despite their age differences.  As he felt Aaron's hot fingers slip
into the fly of his underwear and wrap about his limp dick, however, he was
not so certain.  Nobody had ever touched him there before.  His face
flushed a bright red as Aaron slipped his dick out.
     "I think we should strip him naked."
     "Hey guys, that's not fair!"
     "Yeah, and then make him run through the family room in front of the
girls," giggled Justin as he reached up and unsnapped Erik's jeans and
began to pull them down.
     "Hey guys, enough," protested Erik, though his seriousness was
debatable considering his giggling as Aaron and Frankie unbuttoned his
shirt.  "Really," he protested as he tried to squirm out of their grasp,
but in that there were three of them, and he was small for his age and they
were three to five years older than he was, there was little he could do.
They soon had his shirt and pants off, and moments later his socks and
jockey briefs were chucked on the floor too.
     "Let's get him hard."
     "Yeah!"
     "Ah, guys, enough.  This isn't make believe, remember?"
     "It sure isn't," grinned Justin.
     "But it is going to be mystical," observed Aaron, referring to the
Fantasy Fest theme of Mystical Mornings and Monsterious Nights that year.
      Erik's parents had done a good job of teaching him that nobody, not
even himself, should mess around with his privates, and as Aaron slipped
his fingers about his limp dick and began to fiddle with it, guilt and
shame replaced what up to then was just good natured fun.  What they were
doing was wrong.  Yet he knew Frankie and Justin, and he knew they were not
perverts.  They were decent guys, and came from decent families, but he'd
caught them messing around with each other's.  He looked from one to the
other in confusion.
     "Nothing's happening."
     "Maybe he needs some encouragement."
     "Like what?"
     "You still got your anal beads?" grinned Frankie, he and Justin having
given Aaron the gift for his fourteenth birthday.
     "What are anal beads?"
     "Balls strung together that we stick up your ass."
     "Ewww, gross!"
     "Maybe we should introduce him to the milking machine," Justin
suggested, referring to the automatic jerking machine David Gallagher had
invented and given Aaron for his birthday.
     "Yeah, it has four sleeves, and there are four of us."
     "Only problem Erik got no milk."
     "Maybe we should give him some."
     "What you mean?"
     "Well, we all got plenty to spare."
     "Yeah.  That would serve him right threatening to tell on us."
     "Great idea."
     "But first let's get naked."
     "Ah guys, what you gonna do?" Erik asked as the three boys began to
shed their clothes.
     "You'll find out!"
     "Yeah, real soon," Justin said with an impish grin as he stepped out
of his pants and pushed down his boxers.  He always had a great physique,
and now that he was pushing seventeen his body was beginning to take on the
more angular contour of a man.  With the blond highlights in his thick
brown hair and his hazel eyes, he would have turned anyone's eyes even if
he wasn't a famous celebrity.  Although two years older than Aaron, Frankie
was almost six inches shorter, and with his wide blue eyes, tousled brown
hair, and impish smile, he looked younger than he really was.
     "Ah, guys, we're not acting, remember?"
     "Oh yeah, this is real life."
     "Though we could suggest a scene like this for a future episode of
Malcolm in the Middle."
     "Yeah, right!" responded Frankie and they all laughed, even Erik,
though he was not so certain what was going on.
     The three teens were soon stark naked and had Erik's ankles bound with
one of their belts and his wrists bound to his sides using their other two
belts.  Sitting on either side of him, they formed their jerk circle again
as he twisted and protested.  Being young and horny, and adding to that the
eroticism of being naked and doing it in front of someone new and totally
innocent, the three teens were soon stiff once more.  Aaron once again
began to jerk off Justin and Justin began to jerk off Frankie as he jerked
off Aaron.  As they jacked off each other, they reached over with their
left hands and fiddled with Erik, gently pumping his limp dick and stroking
his thighs and rolling his small, hairless balls in their fingers.  Without
the mental stimulation and the emotion accompanying the physical
stimulation, it took longer, but his body could not help but eventually
respond to the touching and caressing.  Eleven years and three months old,
the rare erections he'd ever had until then were those first thing in the
morning when he had to take a bad leak.  Laying there now on his back with
his dick stiff and sticking up in the air and throbbing without the
pressure of a full bladder was a totally new experience.
     It was intriguing and pleasant in a way, but mysterious and a bit
frightening too.  Although it was not the first time he'd ever had a boner,
it was the first time his stiff dick had ever been stroked, and the shocks
of stimulation piercing his sensitive glans and the strange throbbing of
his stiff cocklet were totally new.  It was not an unpleasant feeling.
From the way Aaron, Frankie and Justin acted it was evident they'd played
around with each other before and were thoroughly enjoying it now, and it
was exciting being part of the group, but he could not suppress the years
of drilling that what they were doing was dirty and wrong.  It was all very
confusing.
     The three horny teens had no such feelings of guilt or shame nor of
confusion, having long ago come to the conclusion that anyone against guys
messing around with themselves or with each other was either against kids
having any type of fun, just against fun itself, or had a very twisted
concept about sex.  Jacking off was pleasant.  Actually, it was totally
awesome.  It was something to be enjoyed and relished and engaged in no
matter when or where, no matter what one's age or anything else, and it was
double the pleasure if it was with someone else, no matter if that someone
was the same sex or not, and double again if the two were in love.
     And so they twisted and squirmed with the pleasure rippling between
their legs, delighting in having a good friend stroking them and delighting
in being able to bring the same pleasure to a friend.  Their stiff dicks
throbbed hotly and ached with that pleasant pain only boys can know, and
they delighted in it and in being boys.  The rims of their dickheads
tingled with irritation as they were stroked, as foreskins were pushed up
over the knobs to the tips, and then drawn back to expose their
blood-engorged purplish knobs.
     For Erik that was a novel experience, having his foreskin drawn all
the way back to expose his blood-red bulb and then eased back up without
being submerged in bath water and lathered up with soap, and without the
sole purpose of making sure it was clean.  He could not believe how itchy
his dickhead was nor how pleasant that feeling was, nor how badly he ached
to have his dicklet stroked when whoever was tugging at it stopped.  For
the three teens, wanking his tiny, slender wiener was particularly erotic,
probably because it reminded them of when they were young and innocent and
jacking off was still new and mysterious.  They took turns playing with his
stiff little wiener, reluctantly releasing it to stroke his smooth, slender
thighs or roll his tiny balls between their fingers as someone else took
their turn and eagerly waiting until it was their turn again to stroke his
tiny, slender, throbbing cocklet.  It was not much longer than the width of
their four fingers, perhaps a bit longer than three inches, and barely
thicker than their thumb.  Of course his groin was baby smooth, and his
little marbles hairless, reminders of his youth and innocence.
     Soon all four boys were gasping for breath and squirming with their
approaching orgasms, the three older boys knowing what was about to happen
and the three of them both revelling in the exotic feeling and trying to
suppress it to make it last longer.  Erik's tiny, throbbing cock suddenly
went totally numb and seemed to swell to twice it's size.  The eleven-
year-old was the first to reach his climax, a sharp bolt of electricity
suddenly striking him between the legs and causing him to thrust his hips
upward and causing his entire body to tremble.  His legs twitched
uncontrollably and a hot, searing burning sensation enveloped his dickhead,
a sensation that was frightening and maddingly desired.  He jerked and
groaned as the strange sensation rippled out from the centre of his groin.
     He was still in the throes of his first ever orgasm when the other
three boys climaxed.  The three teens, fourteen-year-old Aaron and
sixteen-year-olds Frankie and Justin, threw back their heads and groaned
openly and unabashedly as their hot juices gushed up the core of their
cocks and squirted out. Rope after rope of thick teen cum shot through the
air and landed on their target, the squirming and bucking naked body of
Erik Per Sullivan.  As the hot streamers splatted against his body, lacing
his face and sandy brown hair and his big ears, his thin chest, his flat
stomach and hairless groin, his legs and his stiff, numb cock, the
eleven-year-old stared at the three swollen, spurting cocks in surprise.
The strange substance was hot and sticky and oozed down his sides and
puddled on his body.  A shot from somebody struck his little, stiff dicklet
and oozed down the shaft and over his tiny, tight hairless marbles.
     Having stopped jacking momentarily, after their initial squirts the
three teens resumed their wanking, slowly pumping their fists and milking
out the remaining cum.
  It oozed from the throbbing dick each was pumping and hung in a long
pendant from the tip until it at last broke off and splatted on Erik's
naked body.  They sighed with the pleasure of their release, with the
erotic, burning sensation of their ejaculation, with the release of
pressure deep in their groins.  A warm flush of post-climatic bliss flooded
over their bodies as the knobs of their dicks burning softly and
pleasantly.
     "Looks like we made quite a mess," observed Frankie, looking down at
the cum splattered eleven-year-old as the older teen's chest slowly rose
and fell with the exertion of his ejaculation.
     "Well, no use crying over spilt milk," commented Justin and the three
older boys laughed.
     "Guess we'd better clean him up," Aaron suggested.
     Laying down beside Erik, Aaron leaned over and ran his hot, moist
tongue over his chest, licking up one of the streamers of fresh cum.  There
was no way of knowing which were his and which were from Frankie or Justin.
Justin paused for a moment, surprised by Aaron's action, and turned on by
his action, he dropped down and began to lick Erik's chest also, his long,
red tongue scooping up the blobs of cum and snaking back in his mouth with
the tart treat.
     "Hey, leave some for me!" Frankie exclaimed as he lay down on the bed
and began to lick the streamers of cum lacing Erik's calf.
     Erik had never seen semen before of course, but he knew how babies
were made, at least in a general way, and he'd concluded the slimy white
gunk that had erupted from their bodies had to be their baby-making stuff.
He had never wondered about making it, being too young to be concerned
about such things, and he certainly had not thought about making it in any
other way than with a girl.  Being sprayed by the three teens had been
totally unexpected, and even more of a surprise was having the three of
them drop down on the bed and begin licking his body clean.  The idea of
licking up the slime that had shot from their bodies was disgusting at
first, but as the three of them eagerly and almost hungrily lapped up the
blobs of cum he had to wonder.
     Aaron and Justin moved on down, licking up the cum spattered across
Erik's stomach and hairless groin as Frankie finished up licking off his
thighs, something which Erik was surprised to find strangely arousing.  The
three boys arrived at Erik's privates at the same time and the three
eagerly licked the cum from his tiny, hairless balls and from his dick,
which like their own, was still erect.  Aaron slipped his mouth over the
tiny dick and clamping his lips at the base, he sucked on it gently as he
drew his lips back up.  Frankie slipped Erik's balls in his mouth and
gently sucked on them as Justin followed Aaron and gently sucked on the
boy's stiff dicklet.
     Erik squirmed with the new pleasure as the hot tongues assaulted his
body.  He quivered as one mouth and then another sucked on his stiff dick,
sending thrills of pleasure through the irritated knob.  He wiggled with a
strange arousal as he felt one hot, moist mouth and then another envelop
his ball sack and suck on it.  The three teens sucking and licking his bald
groin were growing just as aroused as he was.  At last they sat up, their
cheeks flushed and their chest rapidly rising and falling as they licked
off the cum smeared over their lips.
     "Was that, you know, the stuff guys make, to make babies?" Erik
finally asked.
     "Yeah," responded Frankie, the sixteen-year-old's eyes glazed and his
voice husky.
     "What's it feel like shooting it like that?"
     "Like taking a piss, but better," observed Aaron.
     "You know how it felt when you had your orgasm?"
     "Huh?"
     "When your body started to jerk and stuff while we were pulling your
dick."
     "Oh, yeah."
     "Well, like that, but add how it feels when you begin pissing."
     "Except better."
     "Tons better."
     "Oh yeah."
     "Didn't it, well, you know, taste gross?" Erik asked, making a face.
     "Fuck no."
     "A guy's cream is awesome."
     "Sweet as honey."
     "Tasty as . . .  strawberry jam."
     "But makes your mouth pucker . . .  like peanut butter."
     Examining Erik's body and spotting a streamer of cum that had trickled
between his legs and had gone unnoticed under his ball sack, Frankie and
Justin raised his body and Aaron ran his finger along the cord from Erik's
butthole to his nuts, scooping up the thick, white cum on the tip of his
finger.  Putting Erik back down, they sat him up and Aaron offered him the
treat.  He hesitated, repulsed by the idea, but having seen how the three
boys had eagerly lapped their stuff up, he gave in to temptation.  As Erik
opened his mouth, Aaron slipped in his finger and as Erik closed his lips
he slowly withdrew it.  The three boys sat there and watched Erik with
anticipation.
     "Well, what do you think?"
     "I'd rather have peanut butter and jam on my sandwiches, thanks," he
responded, and the four laughed.
     "So, I guess we should untie you."
     "Maybe we should leave him tied up for the night."
     "Maybe for the rest of the time we're here," suggested Justin and the
three teens laughed.
     "I still think we should make him streak in front of the girls."
     "Or use those anal beads on him."
     "What would Malcolm and Reese do to Dewey for trying to extort them?"
asked Aaron, referring to the characters the three boys played.
     "It really wasn't extortion," objected Erik, but the boys did not hear
him, being deep in thought as they considered Aaron's question.  A smile
slowly curled Frankie's lips.  Getting off the bed, he motioned for the
other two teens to join him.  As he whispered his plan the three laughed.
     "What?" asked Erik as Aaron slipped on his pants and shirt.  "What are
you going to do?"  Aaron stepped out into the hallway.  "What?"
     He saw what when Aaron returned a few minutes later with an economy
size jar of peanut butter, a bottle of honey, a large jar of strawberry
jam, and one of blueberry.  Lifting Erik up and laying him on the floor,
the boys removed the blankets and sheets from Aaron's bed, leaving only the
bottom sheet.  Placing Erik back on the bed, the boys each opened a jar and
grinned down at their victim as they sat beside him.
     "Com'on guys, I'm sorry I said I'd tell if you didn't give me
something," Erik pleaded as they stuck their middle and index fingers in
the jars.  "You know I was joking!  I'm always joking, you know that!"  The
three boys grinned even wider as they removed their fingers and glanced at
each other.  "I'd never tell on you.  Really!" he called out as the three
sets of fingers hovered over his body.  "Honest!"  The three sets of sticky
fingers ran over his naked body, leaving a trail of jam and peanut butter
over his chest.  "Guys!" he half called and half giggled as they reached
down and wiped their fingers on his ribs.
     "Laughing at us, are you?" said Justin with a grin.  "Well, we'll show
you what's funny."  With that, he gave Erik's limp dicklet a twist, leaving
behind a smear of blueberry jam.
     "I'm not . . .  gnghhh . . . ahhhhaaahh . . .  I'm not," Erik chortled
as Frankie and Aaron purposefully tickled his ribs, leaving behind smears
of the raspberry jam and peanut butter.
     As the Aaron and Frankie dipped their fingers in the jars again,
Justin squeezed a streak of honey along Erik's chest and then smeared it
over his body, mixing it with the jam and peanut butter and purposefully
running his fingers over his nipples.  Erik and squirmed and jerked with
the new arousal rippling out from his irritated nipples.  Glancing at each
other, and having the same idea, the two boys turned and suddenly wiped
their fingers across Jason's chest, leaving behind finger streaks of
blueberry and raspberry jam.
     "You buggers," he responded, reaching out and smearing Frankie's cheek
with his sticky honey-coated fingers.
     "Quick, untie me and I'll help you get them back," urged Erik.
     Justin unbuckled the belts and Erik quickly sat up, thinking he'd been
freed to join in.  Instead Justin and Frankie grabbed him and raised his
arms and Aaron squeezed a dollop of honey in each of his smooth, hairless
pits.  Lowering his arms, the two older teens squeezed them against his
body, spreading the honey in his armpits.  Giggling as they released their
hold, they did nothing to stop him as he grabbed the jar of peanut butter
and scooping out a generous wad, grabbed Aaron between the legs and smeared
it over his balls and limp dick and along his thighs.
     "Looks like you've shit yourself," chuckled Justin, squeezing out more
honey into his palm and smearing it over Aaron's chest.
     Aaron retaliated by dipping his fingers in the blueberry jam and
giving Justin's dick a twist, and Frankie joined in, smearing a trail of
strawberry jam up his ass crack.  For the next five minutes the boys
joyfully attacked each other, smearing backsides and chests, pits and dicks
with the jam, honey and peanut butter, wiping their fingers off in each
other's hairs and along each other's butt cracks until finally they knelt
there on the bed giggling and gasping like little children, their naked
bodies smeared with a mixture of jam, honey and peanut butter.
     Dropping to his elbows and knees and sticking out his tongue, Justin
ran it over Frankie's buttocks.  "Hmmmm, my favourite, jam, peanut butter
and honey buns."
     "Myself I'm sort of partial to blueberry teats," Frankie commented,
bending over and giving Aaron's jam-coated nipple a long suck.
     "I prefer strawberry and peanut butter coated dick personally,"
observed Aaron, dropping to all fours and taking Erik's limp, coated cock
in his mouth.
     Leaving his backside invitingly exposed, Justin and Frankie both
attacked it, taking turns running their hot, moist tongue up his crack as
Erik squirmed under Aaron and began licking the jam, peanut butter and
honey from the fourteen-year-old's low hanging balls.
  And so the boys moved from one to the other, licking and sucking, and as
they cleaned each other with their tongues their bodies began to respond.
Long before they were done all four were once again sporting boners.  They
licked the jam and honey from each other's pits, and sucked on each other's
teats until they were hard and itching with irritation.  They wormed their
tongues into each other's belly button, licking up the peanut butter, honey
and jam and sucking on them, causing their stiff dicks to wag with
excitement.  They licked each other's dicks and balls clean, running their
hot, moist tongues over the low hanging balls and up the shafts, and
swirling them around the knobs like they were ice cream cones, licking up
the honey, peanut butter and jam.  They ran their tongues over each other's
backsides and up each other's ass cracks and wormed their tongues into each
other's buttholes without hesitation, licking each other clean.
     As they licked they fondled and caressed each other, and as they
sucked they lingered and delighted in whatever they were sucking.  Justin
sucked on his lover's teat and swirled his tongue around it, causing
Frankie to squirm with the ripples of stimulation rippling through the
irritated bud.  He locked his lips against Erik's asshole and sucked on the
young boy's pucker as he darted his tongue against it, causing the
eleven-year-old to open his sphincter and clench it shut with arousal.  At
the same time Erik eagerly sucked on Aaron's knob and ran his tongue along
the rim, sending ripples of erotic stimulation through the blood-engorged
knob and driving Aaron crazy.  His face buried in Justin's silky-haired
pit, Aaron lapped at the hollow with increased frenzy.  The four boys
trembled with delight and with anticipation as their cocks burned and they
felt themselves approaching their orgasms.
     "Oh fuck, I'm gonna shoot," groaned Justin.  Rolling him over onto his
back, Aaron, Frankie and Erik attacked him with their tongues, licking his
thighs and knob and sucking on his teats until he thrust his hips up and
blasted, spraying Erik and Frankie in the face and spattering his body and
Aaron's with his hot load.
     "Oh yeah," sighed Frankie with a shudder as he began to squirt, his
stiff six-and-a-half inch hose jerking about madly and spraying Aaron,
Justin and Erik.
     On the brink of his own orgasm, Aaron grabbed his throbbing, aching
dick and beat it furiously and in seconds he was squirting his load,
spraying Justin, Frankie and Erik in a wild, erotic frenzy.  Kneeling there
on the bed in the midst of the three squirting boys with his body dripping
with cum once again, Erik slipped his fingers about his dicklet and rubbed
it as he'd seen Aaron doing and his head spun as his body began to jerk
with the second orgasm of his life, and the first caused by his own hand.
     As Erik knelt there weak-loined and gasping with his orgasm, Aaron
leaned over and began licking up the cum that had spattered the youngster's
thin chest.  Justin sat up and began to lick the cum oozing down Aaron's
thigh and Frankie dropped to his hands and knees and bent over to suck up
the puddle of cum on his beloved's stomach.  Spotting a thick blob of cum
that had landed on Erik's large, protruding ear, Aaron flicked it up with
his tongue, and as he savoured the creamy, tart treat Eric licked up the
streamers of cum that had sprayed Aaron's face.
     "Oh mannnn, that was fucking sweet," groaned Justin some time later,
the boys having finally ended their frenzy and lain back on the sticky bed
sheet.
     "Fuckin' right," agreed Frankie.
     "The jam or the cum?" asked Aaron, looking over at Justin dreamily.
     "Both," grinned Justin.
     Erik looked over at the jars laying at the foot of the bed.  "You
think there's enough left for a second helping?"
     "The jam or the cum?" asked Aaron, a smile curling his lips.
     "Both," Erik replied with a wide grin and impish sparkle in his eyes,
and the four boys laughed as they reached for the jars.