Date: Sun, 19 Dec 2004 21:52:23 -0700
From: Dream Spinner <authorsix@hotmail.com>
Subject: "Aaron and Brandon: Midnight in Vegas" (t/t, celeb)
Caution/Welcome. Aaron's Summer 2003 Juke Box Tour begins, and surrounded
by hot, sweaty boys, the cock-hungry fifteen-year-old singer is determined
to make this tour an orgy to end all orgies. To kick things off, he and
Brandon Hargest of Jump 5 sneak off to the roof of their hotel for some hot
midnight fun and the two horny teenagers begin plotting how to include some
of the others on the tour in their secret fun. This story does not reflect
nor imply a real event nor the real sexuality of these hot young
performers. If you do not like reading gay fantasies about celebrities or
teenage boys having a night of hot sweaty sex, this is where you stop and
hit the back or delete key and wait for the next story. This is the
thirty-eighth of standalone stories in a series of Aaron Carter and Friends
fanfic gay fantasies and follows the story "Aaron's Wet Dream: An Afternoon
with Ricky". Previous stories featuring Brandon are "Aaron and Brandon:
Seduction" and "Aaron and Brandon: The Cure" numbers 24 and 25 in this
series. Lyrics are copyright of Jump 5. 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 AND BRANDON: MIDNIGHT IN VEGAS
"Awesome sight isn't it?" Brandon jumped at the sound of Aaron's
voice. He had not heard him approach. "Whoa! Good thing you weren't
closer to the edge or you'd have leaped right off the roof!"
"I didn't hear you," Brandon explained, and then immediately felt
foolish. That was obvious.
"And I thought you were tense during our Rock, Rap and Retro Tour.
Haven't you been doing the stress release exercises I taught you?" Aaron
asked with a leer, referring to the euphemism the two had come up with to
refer to their sexual pastime together in the latter part of Aaron's fall
tour of last year.
"Well, just the solo one," Brandon replied with a sheepish grin.
"You're kidding."
"No, I've been doing it, really, maybe not so regularly. . . ."
"I mean you're kidding about only doing the solo exercise."
"No, I'm not kidding." Aaron was the only person he'd ever talked sex
with, and the only one who knew he masturbated and he dropped his eyes as
he shifted from one foot to the other uncomfortably despite their past
intimacy.
"You and Chris have been performing together all this time and you two
haven't done anything yet?" Brandon shook his head in the negative as he
continued to stare down at the roof. "You haven't at least jerked each
other off?" Brandon shook his head again.
"You haven't even jerked together?" Another shake in the negative.
"Oh, I get it, you've been shagging up some girl."
"No," Brandon replied as he glanced up at Aaron and chuckled at the
idea, not the idea that he'd be interested in girls, but that he'd do
something with them like that.
A decent Christian boy didn't treat a girl that way.
"It's been . . . what . . . ten months since I taught you how to
deal with your tension and you haven't done anything with anyone?" Aaron
asked with exaggerated dismay.
"No," Brandon replied with a smile, realizing Aaron was putting him on
"No wonder you almost leaped off the building."
"Guess I'm in real need of stress therapy."
"Lucky I'm here," Aaron replied. "Drop your pants." Brandon laughed.
"I mean it, drop them. You're in serious condition boy. We have no time
to waste." Brandon chuckled again, still feeling self-conscious but not as
uncomfortable as he'd felt waiting for Aaron. "Actually, on second thought
before you do, we'd better limber up with a few calisthenics. How about
one of your routines?"
"Sure, which one?"
"Throw Your Hands Up," Aaron responded, pulling Brandon into the
centre of the rooftop. As he began to sing the Jump Five tune, Brandon
joined in and they improvised a new dance routine as they performed the
duet.
Throw your hands up and make some noise,
Everybody get live and jump for joy,
When I say reach, you touch the sky,
From the front to the back from side to side,
Do you wanna be with me dancing?
Are you gonna be by my side?
Never stop, we'll keep on moving
Are you ready to take this ride?
Doesn't matter where you come from
Doesn't matter what place you're in
Yeah, it's the time to get on
Hear the rhythm and you begin.
They continued with several other tunes, singing to each other and to
the sliver of the waning moon above them as they leaped, twirled and did
cartwheels and backflips on the hotel roof. It was a hot Nevada night and
the desert air was still. Both were wearing baggy cargo pants and loose,
thin T-shirts which soon had dark V's down the front and back and sweat
stains under the arms. It was only the second day of Aaron's twenty-stop
American leg of the tour, and both boys were hyper after a great
performance, three cans of soda pop each to quench their thirst in the
eighty-seven degree July heat, and the anticipation of some hot sex with
each other after a ten-month abstinence.
It had been last September, during Aaron's last tour, that Aaron had
seduced the straight and Christian Brandon Hargest, planting suggestions in
his head to cause him to start popping boners during his performances, and
then assuring him the reaction was perfectly natural for a healthy teenage
boy with no sexual outlets and offering to give him a massage to ease his
sexual tension, which resulted in the two of them creaming their jeans the
first night, and before the tour was over, engaging in a hot orgy of
sixty-nining and ass fucking in their effort to "cure" the no longer so
innocent patient. Aaron had gone on to other sexual conquests since then,
but he'd never forgotten his hot sessions with Brandon, frequently reliving
those sessions in his mind as he jacked off. They had been, in Aaron's
opinion, some of the hottest and best sessions of his life.
For Brandon, who had until then considered sex between guys as
something perverted and a major sin, something his ethical beliefs and
religious upbringing decried, besides being against the law, it had been a
major revelation to discover that it was not at all what he'd been told,
and it had opened up not just a flood of desires and urges, but also what
had been a very narrow mind. Despite the unquestionable pleasure, and the
acceptance that sex between guys was not the major sin and crime it had
been made out to be, one does not so easily toss aside fifteen years of
brainwashing by one's parents and faith. Besides, being naturally shy and
quiet, it was not so easy to risk sharing his new feelings and beliefs with
someone else, especially when those closest to him had been brainwashed by
the same faith and society. So, over the ensuing months he'd sought solace
with his hand, but even that had become less and less frequent under the
constant bombardment of propaganda against even doing that simple,
universal act.
So, the opportunity to once again be one of Aaron's opening acts was
greeted with mixed feelings. On the one hand he looked forward to it with
eager anticipation of hot nights and mutual satisfaction of those
constantly growing urges with the hot, handsome, young singer, but on the
other hand, it meant once again facing those doubts about what Aaron had
introduced him to, and once again questioning his friends, his faith, and
most important of all, his parents. Those doubts and questions disappeared
the moment he saw Aaron again. The fifteen-year-old blond singer had, in
Brandon's estimation, grown all the more handsome and all the sexier since
they'd last met, and when Aaron grinned at him and gave him a wink as he
covertly groped himself during the rehearsal, those urges the now
sixteen-year-old performer had been suppressing surged to the surface.
They had opted to stay overnight in Las Vegas rather than go on to
Anaheim for their next performance to give the adults in the tour the
opportunity to do what all adults do when in Vegas, the hotel Casino
providing slots, video poker, blackjack, baccarat, pai gow and a half dozen
other games of chance besides a nightclub, lounge and four spas, and to
give the teenage performers a treat and a great kickoff for the tour. The
hotel chockablock filled with rock-'n'-roll memorabilia, costumes, guitars
and posters and the three-acre jungle garden with two sand-beach lagoons
and a spiral-tunnel water slide provided enough entertainment for several
evenings for the younger set without having to leave the hotel. Aaron had
spent the evening chumming with the others with one thought on his mind,
and that was starting the tour off with his own idea of a bang, and when he
suggested to Brandon that after everyone had fallen asleep the two of them
meet and slip off to the roof of the hotel for their own private kickoff,
he was delighted when he saw the spark of desire immediately light up in
Brandon's delightfully blue eyes and when Brandon, who a year ago would
never have done anything so bold and certainly nothing his parents would
disapprove of, quickly and eagerly agreed.
And so now the two hot and sweaty boys, the heartthrobs of thousands
of teenage girls and teenyboppers, embraced and kissed on the roof of the
Vegas Hard Rock Hotel and Casino eleven stories above the Vegas strip and
overlooking the pool area far below and the mountains in the distance.
Their eyes closed and their long, feathery eyelashes fluttered as their
lips pressed together and parted in a series of short, sweet kisses. Aaron
ran his hands up over the back of Brandon's sweat-drenched shirt and drew
him tighter, and as he did so Brandon cupped Aaron's tight, compact buns
and pressed his hot, perspiring body against Aaron's. The two boys had
grown an inch taller since they'd last met and had added a few pounds.
Despite their underwear and cargo pants separating them, they could feel
each other beginning to grow and they pressed their lips together more
forcefully and for a longer period. They paused for breath, sucking in the
hot Nevada midnight air and the sharp scent of boy sweat, their eyes still
closed as their heads spun with arousal and desire, the blood draining from
their brains to pool in their groins.
Their lips met again in a long, hot kiss and Aaron pulled up Brandon's
T-shirt and ran his fingers over the teenager's smooth, sweat-slick back.
At sixteen years and four months of age and with the demands of his dancing
and acrobatics on stage, the athletic young performer had a broad back and
firm deltoids, and a delightfully thin, boyish waist. Aaron, at fifteen
years and eight months, was in just as good shape, and being tall for his
age and big boned, almost the same height and weight as the older boy. As
he massaged Brandon's muscles, Brandon slipped his hands under Aaron's T
also, and placing the palms of his hands against his hot, sweaty back, he
pressed his chest against Aaron's and kissed him hotly on the lips. The
sweetness of his breath, the saltiness of his lips, and the erotic scent of
his sweat combined with his musky cologne caused Brandon's now swollen cock
to twitch with desire.
Aaron was just as hot, and as much as he enjoyed kissing and
caressing, he was eager for something more. Slipping his hands out from
under Brandon's shirt, he caressed Brandon's tight, compact buns, squeezing
them and running his hands over them in concentric circles, causing
Brandon's breath to become even more laboured and his own body to ache with
desire. Recalling how they'd gotten so hot that first time together that
they had creamed their underwear, and as hot as that had been and as
delightful as that memory had been as he had recalled it again and again in
his many jack off sessions since, Aaron wanted to feel Brandon's naked
flesh against his. Reaching around, he unbuckled Brandon's belt and drew
down his fly, causing his own cock to lurch with desire. There was
something so erotic about drawing down another boy's fly that made his body
ache each time he did it. Unbuttoning the top of Brandon's cargo pants, he
allowed them to drop to Brandon's feet. He could not help notice Brandon
was wearing briefs and he recalled how he'd advised Brandon to exchange his
boxers with briefs to help better hold his boner against his body when he
performed on stage, and he recalled how erotic it had been going with
Brandon to buy his own pair of underwear.
Brandon's briefs were, at the moment, doing a very poor job of holding
in his erection, and Aaron could not resist cupping his fingers about the
bulge. He could feel it throb under the cotton of Brandon's Jockeys, and
from the heat of his crotch and the dampness of his underwear, Aaron knew
he'd better not wait much longer. Slipping his hands under the elastic
band, he pulled Brandon's underwear away from his body and pulled them down
at the same time, expertly clearing Brandon's erection. As he drew them
down to Brandon's ankles, and as Brandon slipped off his runners and
stepped out of his cargo pants and Jockeys, Aaron saw why his briefs were
having a hard time holding in his cock. Brandon had grown in more than
just height and weight since the last they'd met, and his cock was now an
impressive six and a half inches, the same as Aaron's.
As Aaron straightened up Brandon similarly depantsed him, but having
far less experience, he had difficulty unbuckling his belt and undoing the
top button of his cargo pants in reverse. In anticipation of this night,
Aaron had chosen a pair of Navy blue Fruit of the Loom briefs, and again
showing his inexperience, Brandon struggled to disentangle Aaron's swollen
cock from the tight briefs. His awkwardness only made Aaron all the
hornier as he stepped out of his pants and underwear also.
"You really haven't made any effort to seduce Chris?" he asked,
referring to Chris Fedun, Brandon's teenage dancing and singing partner,
the only other boy in the Jump Five team.
"No, I haven't," Brandon replied, surprised how husky his voice had
become.
Having his arms about Brandon, as Aaron began to sit down on the low
cement encasement surrounding the skylight in the middle of the roof,
Brandon began to bend his knees, figuring Aaron was drawing him down to sit
beside him. To his surprise instead, Aaron drew him down over his lap.
Holding him there, he slapped Brandon's bare backside firmly.
"Ow! Hey, what are you doing?"
"Spanking you for not seducing Chris as I'd trained you to do," Aaron
replied, delivering another solid slap to Brandon's compact butt. His skin
was milk white and Aaron's slaps were leaving red hand prints on his
backside.
"Ow! Hey, it's not as if I hadn't Ow!"
Brandon struggled to get loose, but Aaron was just as strong as he
was, being athletically inclined besides having to be in fit for his
routines. Besides, he had trained particularly strenuously the past two
months in preparation for his tour, and to get his mind off his parent's
problems. So, Aaron managed to keep the older teen pinned down as he
slapped his backside again. The slaps were not that forceful, not like the
solid spanking he'd witnessed Chris Trousdale getting less than two weeks
earlier, and which had on the spur of the moment this evening given him the
idea to spank Brandon. He'd found witnessing Chris being spanked erotic,
and he himself had been spanked by two boys, which he'd found just as
erotic. Now as he sat there bare-assed on the smooth cement with Brandon,
clad only in his tight, sweaty T and his black socks, as was he, Aaron
found being the one doing the spanking was just as hot.
Actually, sitting down and spanking Brandon over his knee instead of
being tied up spread eagled as had been the case for both him and Chris,
and the two of them being naked from the waist down, and erect, added
another element to the spanking. Each time Aaron slapped Brandon it caused
Brandon to jerk his hips forward, which caused his erect cock to strike
against Aaron's projecting erection. The position had not been
intentional, but given the result, neither boy was about to change and soon
the slapping had become little more than a love tap though Brandon jerked
just as violently and his cock struck Aaron's just as forcefully, and his
cries were more grunts of pleasure.
Finally unable to stand it any longer, Aaron released Brandon, and as
he stood up so did Aaron, who quickly slipped his T-shirt over his head,
and then pulled Brandon's over his head also. The two teenage stars, now
only in their socks, embraced once again on the rooftop of the Hard Rock
Hotel and Casino where they'd performed earlier in The Joint, the hotel's
fourteen hundred seat performance hall, for the teenagers and teenyboppers
staying at the hotel while their parents gambled in the casino, the hotel's
ninety-foot neon guitar and the bright lights of Las Vegas sparkling below
them in a myriad of colours like multifaceted gems.
Their little spanking game had caused them both to work up a sweat
again, something both boys were very aware of from the musky aroma
emanating from their pits when they'd raised their arms to remove their
T's. They now pressed their hot, naked, perspiring bodies together as they
once more embraced and began to caress each other, slipping their fingers
along sweat-slick skin and smooth, firm, teenage pecs and deltoids. They
pressed their chests against each other, and the feel of damp skin and pert
nipples caused them to gyrate their torsos, rubbing their sweaty pecs
against each other. Their lips met and parted in a series of hot,
passionate kisses as they cocked their heads to the right and the left like
two swaying cobras as they twisted in the still night air.
Their cocks were fully erect and feeling the knobs brushing against
each other's smooth, flat stomach, they pressed their hips together,
trapping their stiff upright cocks between their stomachs. The two slid
their hands down each other's back simultaneously, each with the same idea,
and cupping each other's firm, compact buttocks, they drew each other
closer still, squeezing their throbbing cocks between their stomachs. They
began to gyrate their hips, swaying their backsides in a tight circle and
drawing and pushing their stiff cocks along each other's stomach. Aaron's
foreskin having stretched back and now exposing his mushroom-shaped knob,
as the teenage boy gyrated his hips, and as Brandon gyrated his at the same
time, the rim of his exposed knob rubbed against his stomach and that of
Brandon's sending shards of pleasure through the cap. As he flexed his
legs, he dragged his knob down over Brandon's flat, sweaty stomach and to
the right, and as he stood upright, he pushed it back up along his stomach
and to the left, inscribing a circle. Brandon did likewise, and Aaron
trembled as he felt the older boy's hot, throbbing cock glide along his
hot, sweaty skin.
The two boys resumed kissing, again cocking their heads first right
and then left like two cobras swaying beneath the crescent moon. Their
lips met briefly as if too hot to remain pressed together too long, the two
boys taking quick, passionate pecks at each other in their heat and
excitement. As their stiff cocks lined up beside each other, they squeezed
each other's buttocks and drew each other closer, pressing their flat
stomachs together as each slipped a leg between the other's. Curly hairs
pressed against curly hairs, low hung, sweaty balls rubbed against each
other, and stiff, swollen cocks pressed hotly against each other, trapped
between their stomachs and beating together in unison. They trembled and
inhaled sharply as the floodgates opened and they felt their hot, thick cum
surging up the core of their swollen, numb flesh and out the tips with a
violent, burning ejaculation, their cum spurting up between their tightly
pressed stomachs like suddenly squeezed tubes of toothpaste.
Four balls swollen with thick, juicy teenage cum squirted out their
contents as pleasure flooded their loins. The boys' stiff cocks sprayed
like two fountains, their creamy white juice spurting up between them and
flowing back down in a white, creamy flood, their juices mixing and coating
each other's stomach as their cocks throbbed and spurted squirt after
squirt of the slimy fluid. Their cum oozed back down between their tightly
pressed stomachs, back down to collect in their sweat-damp hairs and to
ooze on down over tightly constricted balls and along trembling, weak
thighs. They gasped and groaned in ecstasy and gyrated their hips in
automatic response, rubbing their blood-engorged knobs in each other's cum
and in their own, smearing their creamy juice over each other's stomach
with their perverse, throbbing, fleshy brushes. They inhaled the hot,
night air, the tangy scent of their sweat now mingling with the musky,
nutty fragrance of hot, fresh cum. They kissed, now a long, unbroken,
passionate kiss, their lips locked together, their eyes closed, their
sticky stomachs glued together with nature's own paste. Their dickheads,
trapped between their stomachs, burned with pleasure and their thighs, weak
with their violent ejaculation, threatened to collapse under them as
rivulets of hot cum trickled down their tender inner sides.
"Oh fuck!"
"Oh yeah!"
"Oh God!"
"Oh yeah!"
They gasped and sighed as they embraced tightly, cheek to cheek, hands
cupping each other's buttocks, eyes closed as their heads spun. They
kissed fondly as their hands rose up along narrow waists and smooth backs
to press against firm shoulder blades. After several minutes they sat back
down on the encasement, still arm in arm, unaware of having done so.
"Ooohhh maaaan, that was the hottest yet!"
"It sure was."
"Really?"
"Oh yeah!"
"You enjoyed it?"
"It was fucking wild."
"You're all sticky."
"You too."
The two boys laughed. Their bodies were hot, as was the air,
preventing their cum from cooling. The two boys looked down at their hands
dreamily as they ran their fingertips through the smears of cum, spreading
out the thicker pools. It was so hot being basted by each other's and
their own cum, the two having mixed so it was impossible to tell whose was
whose. They sat there in a dream silence, tracing patterns on each other's
skin with sticky fingers as their breaths slowly returned to normal.
"I'm so glad you persisted until I agreed to slip off to that cove in
San Juan."
"I'm glad you agreed to go through with my idea, all the way."
"I really didn't know what to expect, being my first time."
"I still think about that evening."
"I do too, a lot. It's been the most frequent image in my mind when I
jerk off, but now I think I have a hotter and newer one."
"Me too."
"What we did was so fucking hot. So fucking beautiful. It's insane
that people have anything against guys messing around with each other, with
guys getting each other off."
"Totally."
They sat there again in silence as they enjoyed the bliss that follows
a hot, satisfying session of sex.
"So you going to try to get in Chris's pants on this tour?"
"Oh yeah. He's got to experience this. Well, maybe not this exactly,
but doing something with another guy."
"I hope you succeed."
"We could do it together."
"What do you mean?"
"Convince him together. Both being there doing his first time."
"That would be hot. You wouldn't mind?"
"Of course not. That would be so cool, the three of us getting off.
And then maybe after the three of us, we could make it a foursome, say
maybe introducing Greg to guy-guy sex."
"I've really turned you into a horny slut boy," Aaron said with a
smile.
"And I'm glad you did."
"Well, with Greg it wouldn't be an introduction."
"What do you mean?"
"Well, he already knows," Aaron said with a smile.
"You and him?"
"Yeah."
"Wicked! When?"
"Back when Dream Street was one of my opening acts."
"Yeah? Did you do it with any of the others in the band besides?"
"Well, that's not for me to say. I don't screw around and then tell."
"Oh, yeah, of course. Sorry."
"Hey, that's all right. I'm not ashamed or nothing about it, but I
know how a lot of others feel about guys messing with each other, and I'm
not about to tell tales about others."
"Yeah, I understand. I was one of the others who felt that way."
"Well, let's forget about that. I'd love to mess around with Greg
again, and there's others on the tour I'd love to mess around with besides.
Misha Hamilton for one."
"Oh yeah. Does he ever have the moves! I can do some pretty good
gymnastics and dance steps, but he's awesome. You really got to have
muscles to balance yourself on one arm like he can."
"Well, I do try to give my right arm as much exercise as I can," Aaron
observed, forming a circle with his thumb and fingers and pumping his fist.
Brandon laughed. "There is one muscle of his in particular I'd love to
test the strength of." Brandon laughed again.
"And then there's Stevie Brock. Now he's a real hottie. He'll be
joining us later in the tour."
"Stevie Brock? He's sort of young, isn't he?"
"Yeah. Probably can't come yet, but that don't mean a guy can't have
fun with his dick, or he can't have fun with other guys."
Brandon stared off at the city lights and the darkness beyond as he
considered that. Why not? That people put age restrictions on when you
can have sex was as dumb as restricting which sex you can do things with
now that he thought about it. "So how do we go about doing it?"
"Getting the others interested in messing around?"
"Yeah."
"I dunno exactly, but between the two of us I'm sure we'll figure a
way. It shouldn't be hard. They're guys, and guys got needs, and all guys
are interested in sex."
"I dunno. I thought about how I might do it with Chris, a lot, but
things just never seemed to come together right."
"Well, we'll just have to make it right."
"That would be like so hot, doing it with him, doing it anyone else
not that I don't like doing it to you."
"Hey, doing it with someone new for the first time is always hot,
especially if you're good friends, though doing it for the first time with
someone you don't know so well but has a buff body is hot too." Aaron's
lips curled as he thought of the many boys he'd messed with, and the many
he'd like to. Brandon smiled too, relieved he hadn't offended his mentor
and tutor by revealing he found the idea of messing with other boys hot.
"And doing it with someone you've already done it with is hot too," Aaron
continued, allowing his hand to drop to Brandon's thigh, "especially when
they like it as much as you do."
"Oh yeah," Brandon sighed in agreement as he looked into Aaron's deep
brown eyes.
The two boys leaned forward and kissed, gently and tenderly. They
kissed again, and a third time, moving closer and wrapping an arm about
each other. The fourth kiss was more forceful and longer, the fifth and
sixth were on each other's cheek, and the seventh and eighth on each
other's neck. The two boys caressed each other as their lips met again, at
first gently running their fingertips over each other's back and backside,
and then caressing each other more firmly. It was not long before the two
red-blooded teenagers were erect once again. Rolling up his shirt and
cargo pants into a pillow, Aaron placed them on the concrete encasement
they had been sitting on and lay down on his back.
"Fuck me," he sighed as he looked up at Brandon. The sixteen-year-old
performer's face was flushed, and Aaron could see the desire in his deep
blue eyes, the type of smoldering desire photographers wanted to see in
their promo pictures.
Brandon gathered up his clothes and bunching them up and placing them
at the foot of the concrete block, he knelt down on them and reached down
for his stiff cock. He had no lube but both boys were horny and
experienced. As he pressed the tip of his stiff prick against Aaron's hot,
eager hole, Aaron pushed out with his stomach. The two boys grunted openly
and unabashedly as they strained to unite. Young and eager, Brandon soon
felt his knob pop inside Aaron's rectum and he quickly pushed his hips
forward, sliding his cock up Aaron's hot, moist hole. The two boys inhaled
deeply and paused to enjoy the pleasure, the one the pleasure of being
stuffed by a hot, hard cock, and the other the pleasure of having his hot,
hard cock being surrounded by moist, pulsating flesh.
Aaron tightened his sphincter as he felt Brandon slowly easing his
cock back out his rectum, and he quivered with the burning sensation of his
stretched asshole and the sharp stimulation as Brandon's knob brushed past
his prostate. As Brandon began to sink his cock back up his ass, Aaron
relaxed his muscle and again trembled with the burning sensation ringing
his anus as Brandon's thick shaft sank up his body, and he inhaled sharply
as once again Brandon's stiff probe brushed against his prostate. He loved
getting his ass fucked. There was no greater pleasure and nothing more
intimate than having another guy sinking his most private part up your
rectum.
Brandon smiled down at him, as if reading his thoughts, or perhaps
having the same thoughts as he, and he slowly leaned forward and their lips
met. Brandon paused for a moment as they kissed, but he soon resumed his
pumping action, unable to postpone the pleasure both boys desired. Working
his stiff, aching cock in and out of Aaron's asshole, he slowly began to
breathe faster and deeper as the pleasure pulsating through his swollen
cock grew stronger and stronger. The pressure gradually built up in his
loins until he finally paused to enjoy the pleasure, and to let the urge to
come subside.
Aaron knew why Brandon was pausing and he remained motionless, wanting
the pleasure to last longer also and knowing what it was like to be
fighting the impulse to continue humping until one came. He closed his
eyes and concentrated on controlling his own breath and calming himself and
ever so slowly Brandon's breath returned to normal also. When Brandon
finally resumed his routine rocking motion, driving his cock up his rectum
until his balls were pressing against the cheeks of his smooth ass and then
drawing his cock back out until the knob was stretching open his anus,
Aaron kept his eyes closed and concentrated on the unique pleasure of being
fucked.
Brandon's eyes were closed also as he relished the pleasant throbbing
of his swollen cock. Having it totally surrounded by hot, moist, pulsating
flesh had to be the most pleasant and stimulating thing a boy could
experience. That it was not up a girl's cunt but up the ass of another boy
made it even more pleasant and all the more erotic, because it was
something dirty, and something taboo. He was so glad that Aaron had shown
him how wrong he'd been, and he was eager to show others just how good sex
between guys could be. With those thoughts and the physical stimulation of
working his cock in and out of Aaron's hot, tight hole, Brandon ever so
slowly felt the pressure once again developing in his loins, and he
concentrated on that pressure and the pleasure throbbing through his
swollen cock.
Aaron was feeling the same pressure developing in his loins, and he
concentrated on it also, and on the burning stimulation of his anus and the
sharp stimulation of his prostate. With the evidence of such acute
pleasure, it was so clear that boys having sex with each other was meant to
be. As he slowly opened his eyes and glanced up at Brandon's flushed face,
his moist lips parted with a smile of ecstasy and his long, feathery
eyelashes fluttering with the pleasure pulsating between his legs, there
was no doubt in Aaron's mind what they were doing was right.
As Brandon began to speed up the pumping of his hips, Aaron
concentrated on that last thought, willing himself to come and resisting
the temptation to reach down and stroke himself. He began to breathe
harder as he felt himself approaching that peak, and he tensed and strained
to get a load off as Brandon worked his hard, throbbing cock in and out of
his rectum. Brandon's breaths were becoming deeper and more laboured also
as he worked his hips to and fro, driving his cock in and out of Aaron's
asshole. Concentrating on their approaching orgasms, the two naked,
perspiring boys grunted and snorted with exertion and with lust.
Can you hear it getting louder?
The sound of noise increasing
A little piece of heaven now
This is the sound we're gonna raise the ceiling
Can you hear it getting louder?
The sound of noise increasing
A little piece of heaven now
This is the sound!
Brandon clutched Aaron's hot, perspiring body tightly and groaned with
that ecstasy that only boys can know as at last he rammed his cock deep up
his rectum and trembled violently as his cum raced up the core of his cock
and spurted out the burning tip. He snorted and grunted and the opening of
his cock burned and the shaft throbbed as shot after shot burst from his
numb, swollen canon. And then Aaron was shooting too, shot after shot
erupting from his swollen, madly jerking cock, sending rope after rope of
creamy cum through the air to strike Brandon's smooth chest and to lace his
own. His cock throbbed and his balls drew up tight as he quivered and
sighed with the ecstasy of his climax, and the ecstasy of having been
fucked, just as Brandon was quivering with his own pleasure and the
pleasure of having brought another boy off.
As the two boys groaned and clutched at each other in that moment of
ecstasy there on the roof of the Hard Rock Hotel and Casino with the bright
city lights of Vegas lighting up the sky, Aaron was glad that he'd taken a
chance ten months ago and had pursued fulfilling his lust for Brandon, and
Brandon was glad that he'd taken a chance and ignored years of Christian
upbringing to put his trust in Aaron. And, as both boys slowly began to
come back down from that high that only boys can know, they knew that on
this tour they were going to have to take the chance of revealing their
secret and introducing others to this greatest of pleasures.