Date: Fri, 11 Aug 2006 00:12:15 -0600
From: Dream Spinner <authorsix@hotmail.com>
Subject:  "Aaron: Batty Bwoy Sex on the Down Low 1/4" (celeb, t/t, m/t, interracial)

Caution/Welcome.  While filming "Fat Albert" Aaron and Omari Grandberry get
it on and invite Shad Moss and Zac Hanson to join them while word of two
hot teens available for some fun gets around the black rap and reggae
recording artists crowd and they are joined by some wanted, and some
unwanted, partygoers, ending with Aaron commemorating the occasion in ink.
Although incorporating many real facts, this story does not reflect nor
imply a real event nor the real sexuality of these celebrities.  If you do
not like reading gay fantasies about celebrities, hot interracial and
intergenerational gay sex, some non-consentual scenes where we find out
just how tough some tough rappers are, or tattoos, this is where you stop
and hit the back or delete key and wait for the next story.  This is the
fifty-seventh of 75 standalone stories in a series of Aaron Carter and
Friends fanfic gay fantasies and chronologically follows the story "White
Meat, Black Bread."  Bow Wow (Shad Moss) has been in six stories in this
series (8, 19, 21, 35, 51 and 56) and Zac Hanson in one (44).  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: BATTY BWOY SEX ON THE DOWN LOW, PART 1 OF 4

     When Aaron quickly glanced away and had a sudden fascination for the
teacher's desk in the front of the set, there was no doubt in Omari's mind
that the white boy was checking him out, and unless he was particularly
well hung, from the bulge in his trousers he liked what he'd been looking
at.  That didn't bother the nineteen-year-old rapper cum actor.  Actually,
the thought of a good-looking white boy on his knees sucking his big black
cock was a turn on and he could not help but start getting a bulge in his
trousers also.
     "Cut!" called out Zoel Zwick, the director, and not too happily.
"Omari.  There a problem?"
     There was.  Once the thought of him and Aaron getting it on had popped
into his mind he'd not been able to get it out.  He was feeling horny, and
he was sitting there in the classroom with a bone on just like he had on
more than one occasion back when he was thirteen and in junior high.  The
difference was that back then it was a real classroom filled with other
thirteen- year-old students.  At the moment his "classmates" were actors in
their teens and early twenties and the classroom was a set at the Twentieth
Century Fox studio in Century City.  The embarrassment was just the same
now as it had been then though.  "Sorry."
     "Okay, let's try it one more time.  Kenan, we'll start again with your
cue.  Now guys, let's try to stay focussed!  Time is money!"
     Omari stayed focussed.  Acting was not his first love, but with the
breakup of B2K in January and his solo career in singing in its infancy
stage, he had to have exposure, not to mention the cash to keep up the
lifestyle he'd come to appreciate since joining B2K three years ago as its
lead singer.  Those three years had been good years, and he'd developed a
lot, musically and personally.  That had been good, but it had also lead to
problems.  He had different ideas where the band should be heading and the
type of music they should be playing, ideas that the group's leader Raz-B
didn't agree with.  Besides, Raz-B was their leader, but as lead singer and
the youngest member of the band he was getting more attention, which didn't
sit well with Raz-B either.  That was the start of the internal conflict
that eventually lead to the sudden and totally unexpected breakup of the
band just weeks after the release of their "You Got Served" soundtrack and
barely into their promo tour.
     There was another reason, one that to his relief Raz-B didn't divulge
to the media and so far the band had kept hushed up, more to protect their
own asses than his he knew.  Raz-B had found a copy of the "Advocate" in
his duffel bag and of course demanded to know why he was reading a "fag
rag" as if he was his fucking father or something.  Words were exchanged
and the other band members became involved, saying they didn't want him in
the same room when they changed out of their sweaty performing clothes at
the end of a performance, and accusing him of checking them out in the
showers.  Dreux, known by most people as Lil' Fizz, even warned him to stay
away from his cousin Jhene, having concluded that his interest in her was
just to use her as a cover for his real sexual interest, using her as a
beard Dreux had accused, a phrase used to describe a female companion of a
homosexual to cover up the fact he was gay.
  The upshot of it all was that he was planning on leaving the group and
striking out on his own, but the issues between the band members went
beyond just him and once it was all out in the open the whole group fell
quickly apart.
     "There something wrong?"
     "Huh?" Omari said as he looked up, Aaron's question having interrupted
his thoughts as they waited for their next scene.
     "You looked sortta down."
     "Oh.  Yeah.  Well, just got t'ings on my mind.  Not'ing serious, but
t'anks fo askin'."
     "Hey, I know problems, the stress of our careers, personal shit, you
name it, believe me."  That was very true.  His singing career at the
moment was in a bit of a slump and his budding acting career, a couple bit
parts in a couple low-budget movies, was nothing spectacular.  On the
personal side, the split between his mother and father had taken a toll on
him in particular, emotionally and physically.  It had on the others too,
but Bobby Jean was too far removed from the situation and had her own life
to really care, which actually she didn't, and Nick was old enough to have
been able to just move out and relocate in LA, though Aaron didn't know if
he'd be able to handle being estranged from both his former mom and his dad
like that.  As for Angel, well, it is amazing what pot can do.  He'd tried
it himself a few times, as his bitch of a birth mother had told the media
in their own personal dispute earlier in the year, but that wasn't his way
to find satisfaction nor a solution to his problems.
     Now the handsome black boy standing before him, that was a horse of a
different colour so to speak.  There he could definitely find satisfaction,
and a pleasant distraction from his problems.  Aaron smiled.  He wondered
if the black boy was built like a horse.  He'd heard all blacks were, and
he was more than willing to check that out first hand so to speak.  "So,
after the shoot you wanna go unwind, shoot a few baskets or something?
There's a hoop at Nick's place.  Maybe cool off in the pool?  Nick's away
so I got the whole house to myself this weekend.  Some company would be
nice."
     "Sho, dat would be cool.  And maybe we can scare up a piece of carrot
cake afterward," Omari said with a smile, not needing to think the offer
over.  It was not that often that he got invited out by a hot-looking guy
who was hot to get into his pants.  He was interested in having a piece all
right, but not of cake, and the carrot he was envisioning came with a pair
of balls and a blond thatch.
     As Aaron drove over to Nick's place where he had been staying since
he'd begun filming "Fat Albert" two weeks ago, having his licence now all
of four months, and Omari followed in his Mercedes convertible, the two
teenagers were both thinking the same thing, and squirming uncomfortably in
their seats as their tight jeans pinned their swollen cocks in a most
uncomfortable position.  It did, however, make the drive to Nick's home in
the Hollywood Hills a quick one.  It was a hot afternoon, a typical sunny
day in LA in late April and they stripped off their shirts as they played
some one-on-one in the back yard.  The two could not help but admire the
muscular build of the other.  They were both the same weight, a hundred and
thirty-five pounds, and were in good shape, but other than their smooth
chests the similarity ended there.  At five-foot ten and a half, Aaron was
almost three inches taller than Omari despite being three years younger.
Omari's muscles, on the other hand, were far more developed and had taken
on the angularity and firmness that come with age, and in his case, with
his daily workouts and his wrestling hobby.  His body was a dark brown,
like dark milk chocolate, and even with his Florida tan, Aaron looked white
compared to him, and of course his hair was coarse, black and braided and
he had the fine wisps of an emerging moustache on his upper lip whereas
Aaron's hair was fine, blond and short and his cheeks still downy with
adolescent peach fuzz.
     "Oh man, it's a hot one today," panted Omari as he wiped the sweat
from his brow with his forearm and raised his hands in the air in an
attempt to cool off his sweaty pits.
     "Yeah," agreed Aaron, his upper torso streaked with sweat and his own
pits uncomfortably damp.  He could not help but glance at Omari's hairy
pits, which he immediately knew was a mistake as the sight caused a twitch
in his shorts and his cock began to rise.  "Or is that just an excuse for
me trouncing you?" he asked in an attempt to get his mind off sex, but it
was going to take a lot more than that to get his mind off having a roll
with the handsome black rapper.
     "I admit, you a better basketball player.  Wrestling's more my t'ing."
     "Oh yeah?  Bet I can pin you down."  Aaron had no interest nor
knowledge about wrestling, but the idea of grappling with the hot, sweaty
black teenager, now that was a different matter.
     "You on," Omari replied despite the heat of the late afternoon, the
thought of grappling with Aaron an added incentive on top of the challenge.
     Omari easily pinned Aaron to the grass, and to be honest, in his
attempt to get out from under the sweaty teenager, Aaron was more
interested in rubbing up against his hot body.  Feeling Aaron's crotch
pressing against his as he held the younger boy down, Omari held him down
all the longer and enjoyed the growing desire welling up pleasantly between
his legs, long enough to enjoy it but not long enough for things to get
embarrassing down there.  He easily won the second match when Aaron
challenged him to two out of three.  Challenging Omari to three out of
five, Aaron won the third match, much to his surprise, and then after an
even longer bout the fourth match too.  You didn't have to be a rocket
scientist to figure out the obvious that Omari had let him win the two
though he hadn't been blatant about it.  Aaron could think of only two
possible reasons for that.  Omari was being kind, him being the host and
younger, or he was enjoying the matches as much as he was, and Aaron
strongly suspected the latter.
     The fifth match confirmed his suspicion.  As the two boys wrapped
their arms about each other and drew each other to the ground, they
purposefully rubbed their naked chests together, and when they grappled,
they purposefully grasped each other's buttocks and did more than just
grasp.  Pinning Aaron down on his back, Omari ground his groin into
Aaron's, and Aaron reciprocated by raising his hips and rubbing his
swelling cock against the firm bulge in Omari's shorts.  Omari grinned as
he looked down at Aaron and began to pin his arms to the grass, his smile
more than just because he was about to win the match, and the set.
     Aaron suddenly closed his eyes and kissed the black boy, figuring if
Omari wasn't interested as he suspected, he could always jokingly claim it
had been a desperate attempt to break out of his hold.  Omari did not draw
back as their lips met, nor make any protest.  Feeling him loosen the grip
on his wrist, Aaron quickly reached down and groped Omari's crotch, their
lips still pressed together.  Instead of calling a foul, Omari pressed his
lips tighter against Aaron's and pressed his groin against the palm of
Aaron's hand.  Inhaling deeply, the two boys kissed a second time, and then
a third.  Omari's cock throbbed hotly in Aaron's hand as it began to grow.
It had been six weeks since Omari had last had sex with another guy, a
close friend whom he knew could keep his secret, and his body responded
quickly to Aaron's advances.  As for Aaron, it had been a month since he'd
gotten it on with Hayden Christensen and Trevor Blumas, which meant he was
randy as fuck.
     The two horny teens kissed each other fervently as they grappled with
each other's belt buckles.  By the time they pulled down each other's fly
they were both stiff.  Pushing down each other's shorts and underwear, they
lay there on the back lawn with their clothes tangled about their ankles
kissing and caressing like they were on Ecstasy.  Fortunately Nick's LA
residence had a high security fence, and a border of trees in the back yard
to block the view of any prying neighbours or paparazzi.  As Aaron pressed
his lips against Omari's, he felt Omari's tongue pressing against his lips
and he readily parted them and allowed the nineteen-year-old to slip his
tongue in his mouth.  As it glided over his own tongue, his cock jerked
with arousal, and he felt Omari's jerking also as the black boy pressed his
body against his.  Aaron inhaled deeply as Omari's tongue explored the
inside of his mouth, the oral penetration as erotic as if he was being
fucked.  And then he reciprocated, slipping his tongue in Omari's mouth,
sliding it along his own tongue, both slick with spittle, their own and
each others.  They French kissed for a long time, their tongues duelling
with each other and their spittle mixing as one as they took turns
inserting their tongues in each other's mouth.
     Wiggling down, Aaron kissed Omari's neck, and then his broad, smooth
chest as he ran his fingertips over his muscular body.  He could not help
skipping his lips over his chest to his right arm pit and he tongued the
hairy, sweaty pit with growing arousal as Omari groaned and grasped his
buttocks and kneaded them.  Nobody had ever tongued his pits before and the
eroticism had his thick, black cock jerking wildly.  The skunky smell and
salty, acrid taste of Omari's pit sent thrills of arousal through Aaron's
body and his own cock twitched impatiently.  He returned back across
Omari's chest to lick and suck on his large, black nipples until they were
firm and jutting out with irritation, and then down his pecs and over his
solid abs and his flat stomach.
     He had a gorgeous cock, just over six and a half inches, the same size
as Aaron's but unlike Aaron's it was cut, and a dark brown with a knob of
the same colour.  Aaron eagerly nuzzled his large, hairy balls, inhaling
their musky Negro fragrance with delight.  He ran his tongue up the thick
shaft and over the swollen bulb of his stiff cock like he was licking a
chocolate ice cream.  His cock was more delicious than any flavour
Haagen-Dazs could ever create.  He swirled his tongue around the bulb,
causing it to jerk with arousal and a clear droplet of pre-cum to ooze out
of the tip.  He quickly lapped it up, causing a second to take its place
which of course he also hungrily lapped up.  Slipping his lips over the
blood-engorged bulb, he sucked on it gently as he teased the opening with
the tip of his tongue and as he let his spittle collect in his mouth and
baste the black sausage until his mouth was full.  Swallowing the cock-
flavoured spittle, he quivered in anticipation of the hot juice he would
suck out of the large balls dangling below it.
     Omari lay back and let Aaron have his way, delighting in having his
cock licked and sucked.  Aaron was the first white boy to ever mess around
with him and propping himself up on his elbows and watching the
blond-haired sixteen year old going down on his black cock, he found it
even more erotic than he'd imagined.  A white boy sucking a nigger's cock,
now that was many a black man's dream.  As Aaron's lips slowly descended
his black pole and his cheeks sunk in, Omari felt another droplet of
pre-cum ooze out of the tip of his throbbing, aching cock.
     He soon found he couldn't just lay there and watch as he'd imagined
himself doing.  It was just too hot.  Twisting around, he slipped his
fingers about Aaron's stiff cock, his black fingers contrasting sharply
with the pale pink rod, and the skin having already stretched back, he
eagerly slipped his lips over the mushroom-shaped cap and gently sucked on
it.  He'd engaged in a sixty-nine with a couple of his friends, but they
were black and Hispanic.
  Sucking a white boy's cock was a totally different experience.  Staring
down at Aaron's large, hairy, pink balls as he eased his lips down Aaron's
shaft, he could not believe the difference him being a black boy and Aaron
being white made.
     Once the two boys became accustomed to sucking each other, they set up
a rhythm, pumping their heads up and down and sucking on the throbbing
organ in their mouth at the same time while breathing through their
nostrils, inhaling each other's musky teen boy scent, and delighting in the
throbbing, wet pleasure between their own legs.  The only thing better than
having one's hot, aching cock pleasured by another boy was being able to
bring the other boy the same pleasure.  Aaron loved cock more than anything
else in this world, and he eagerly worked his mouth up and down Omari's
thick, black organ and swept his tongue about his knob.  Delighting in the
pleasures that only another of the same sex can bring, Omari similarly
sucked on Aaron's throbbing sausage with equal zest and delight.
     The two boys soon felt themselves approaching that peak of pleasure,
and both were too anxious for it to happen to delay it.  They were just too
hot, and besides, they had the entire evening, and the entire weekend if
they wanted it.  And so it was that each warned the other that he was about
to pop.  Both continued to suck and bob their heads rather than finishing
off with a hand job.  They came within seconds of each other, their tight
balls contracting and their hot young juice gushing up the core of their
throbbing cocks and spurting out the burning tips into each other's mouth.
They swallowed automatically, drinking down each other's hot, slimy cum,
the black boy eagerly drinking white boy's slime, and white boy just as
eagerly drinking the black boy's.  They inhaled deeply through their
nostrils, delighting in the aroma of fresh cum and the tart flavour and
slimy texture of each other's load, swallowing it and sucking out more
until they had drained each other's balls.
     "That was great," Aaron observed some time later as the two of them
relaxed on the grass beside the pool, both of them still naked, their cocks
once again limp and dangling over their once again loose balls.
     "Oh yeah, fa sho," agreed Omari.  "You know, you the first white boy
I've eva done anyt'ing wit."
     "That right?  That's cool.  Hope I compared favourably."
     "Oh, you did dat," Omari said with a grin.
     "So, you and Shad get it on often?"
     "Shad?  You mean Shad Moss?"
     "Yeah."
     "No.  We've never done anyt'ing together."
     "Oh," said Aaron, surprised and caught totally off guard. "I, well, I
just figured, well, you know, you both being black, and Shad being gay and
all, and. . . ."  Aaron felt the blood rushing to his cheeks in
embarrassment.  "Jezz, I feel like such a fool.  I just, well, I read
somewhere in some celeb mag I think that the two of you were real good
friends, going to tour together, be on each other's album or something."
     "No, no tour, and Shad's not doin' an album dat I know of.  I am
working on a single LP myself though, and Shad has said he'd hop on it.  I
remember tellin' some reporter dat in an interview.  Or maybe you t'inkin'
of the 'Scream II' tour wit B2K July last year.  Dere were a lot of rumours
flying around dat dere was a conflict between him and Raz-B when he wasn't
signed up to go on it."
     "Yeah, maybe that was it."  The two boys lay there in awkward silence.
     "So Shad's gay?"
     "I didn't mean to reveal that.  I mean, that's sort of personal, stuff
you should leave up to the guy himself to tell, you know.  I'd just
assumed, you know, that you two were close and all, and, well shit, this is
embarrassing."
     "Hey, no problem man.  I'll never let on you outed him.  We are close,
I mean more dan just professionally, but not dat close."  Omari thought for
a moment before continuing.  "Wish we were though.  He's one hot dude.  I
wouldn't mind gittin' it on wit him."
     "Really?"
     "Fa sho.  Wouldn't you?"
     Aaron smiled coyly.
     "You haven't!"
     "Hey, I didn't say anything.  I'm not the type to kiss and tell,"
Aaron said, putting up his hands.  "But hey, if you're really interested in
getting it on with him, he's here in LA right now, working on a film.
Don't remember the name.  Why don't I give him a call and we can have a
threesome."
     "Dat would be awesome," Omari agreed without a moment's thought.  He'd
been wishing he could get in Shad Moss's pants ever since the day they'd
met, and had more than a few hot jerk off fantasies about the two of them
getting it on.
     As Aaron retrieved his cell phone from his shorts, he got another
idea.
  "I got another friend who's in LA at the moment.  I've been meaning to
call him.  You know Zac Hanson?"
     "Not personally, but I know who he is.  Not the type of music I'm
into, though he and his brothers do sing some great R and B."
     "Actually, I Zac's the type of guy I'm into," Aaron said with a grin.
     "You not tellin' me ."
     "I'm not saying a thing," Aaron replied with a twinkle in his eyes as
he threw up his hands again.
     By a stroke of luck both were in, and neither had plans for the
evening that couldn't be changed.  Aaron and Omari slipped on their shorts
and by the time they'd had a quick early evening snack their two guests
arrived.  Filling up a couple bowls with junk food and tossing some cans of
soda in the cooler, they sat out by the pool and talked.
     "So how did you and Omari eva hook up anyway?" asked Shad.
     "We're filming 'Fat Albert' together at the moment," explained Aaron.
     "Oh yeah, I fogot you both had parts in dat."
     "Your movie 'The Johnson Family Vacation' just came out, didn't it?"
     "Well, it's not my movie, but I did have a role in it.  And yeah, it
premiered last month, March 31.  I was gonna invite you to the openin', my
man, but I knew yo dad was gittin' hitched the next day so I figured you
wouldn't be available."
     "You got that right.  It's too bad.  I'd have loved to have celebrated
with you."  Aaron gave Shad a meaningful glance that did not escape Omari's
attention.  "You're working on another movie, aren't you?"
     "Yeah.  'Roll Bounce'.  A roller blade movie dat's supposta be in the
seventies."
     "Busy," observed Zac.
     "Oh yeah.  Wut about you?  You got anyt'ing going down?"
     "Yeah, me and my brothers got a new release, 'Underneath'.  We're
getting ready for a cross country promo tour starting in July and going
into September, and then in the fall we're off to Europe and Asia."
     "Sweet."
     "If you're going to be in Japan, I know some hot guys you'll wanna
hook up with," Aaron said, thinking of his recent tour.  "You ever hear of
the group called Arashi?"
     "No."
     "You and your brothers gotta look them up.  Tell them Aaron sent you
for a bukkake session."
     "Bukkake?  That something like sushi?"
     "Sortta, in a way," Aaron said with a chuckle.
     "Aaron knows hot guys in every city in the world," Shad remarked with
a grin.
     "Hey, one of the advantages of touring is you get to meet hot guys."
     "Dat's one of the t'ings I miss being in the studio filming most of
dis past year," Shad observed.  "Tourin' and performin' in front of the
fans dat is," he added quickly, "not the meetin' of hot guys."  He had
meant he missed performing in front of a live audience, but as the words
came out of his mouth he realized it sounded like he didn't want to give
the impression he was into hot guys, causing him to flush with
embarrassment and wonder how he could correct that impression.  It wasn't
meant as a putdown to Aaron, though it sounded like, and though he wasn't
ready to come out himself, he wasn't one to deny his sexual preference when
it got down to that.
     "Speaking of hot guys, it's certainly a warm one tonight," Zac said,
apparently not noticing the homophobic implication in Shad's remark.  Or,
Shad considered, maybe he had and was just glossing it over so as not to
embarrass their host, which made Shad feel even worse.  Despite his success
and confidence and all his wealth, Shad was still a teenager with teenage
sensitivities.  "Wish I'd brought my swim suit," Zac added, glancing at the
pool.
     "Hey, you needn't bother with a suit," observed Aaron.  "This is a
private pool, and besides, I've seen all of you naked before anyway."
     His three guests glanced at each other at first with surprise, and
then with guilt as they considered the implication of that statement though
there were other reasons to have seen a guy naked besides having sex with
him, and finally with knowing grins as they glanced at each other and read
on each other's guilty faces that was precisely the reason Aaron had seen
each of them naked.
     "I don't t'ink I've been at a party you hosted yet dat didn't end up
wit the guests naked and gettin' it on wit each other," observed Shad,
deciding from the looks on everyone's face that was a fairly safe statement
to make.  Besides, there was nothing in his statement that said Aaron's
guests were all guys.
     "Now that you mention it, let's forget the pool and get down to some
hot fucking and sucking," Aaron said with a grin, having the advantage over
everyone else of having had sex with each one of them and of knowing that
everyone there was gay.  His guests glanced at each other again, all
wanting to do precisely what Aaron had suggested but none of them knowing
how to respond.  Despite knowing each other professionally for several
years and having toured and performed together, neither Omari nor Shad had
seriously considered getting it on with each other until that evening,
though they had both fantasized about it.  As for themselves and Zac, they
hadn't even met until thirty minutes ago.  "Omari and I got it on together
already today, so why don't you and I pair up," Aaron continued, glancing
over at Zac, knowing of course that Omari had the hots for Shad and was
anxious to get it on with him.
     "I do love your subtlety," observed Zac as he thought of the night
last August he and his brothers had spent with Aaron when they'd run into
each other while Aaron was on tour in Minneapolis.
     "I've had it called many things, but never subtlety," Aaron responded
with a grin, dropping his shorts and bending over and wiggling has bare
backside at his guest invitingly to the amusement of Omari and Shad.  "So,"
he said as he looked over his shoulder impishly, "you wanna ride?"
     Zac readily accepted the invitation.  Getting to his feet, he quickly
stripped as Aaron turned to watch.  Zac knew he was beefier than the
others, but he also knew that what he had hanging between his legs was
nothing to be ashamed of, and having grown up with two older horny
brothers, he wasn't shy about bringing it pleasure.  As he stepped over to
Aaron, Aaron slipped his arms about him and reached down and cupped Zac's
ample ass cheeks.
     "Hmmm, I love your subtlety too," he said with a grin as he squeezed
Zac's ass.  Cocking their heads, the two horny teenagers kissed as they
caressed each other's backside.  Slipping behind Zac and dropping to his
knees, Aaron pulled Zac's cheeks apart and leaning forward, he ran his hot,
wet tongue up the eighteen-year-old singer's crack from his balls to his
tail bone and then back down.  His cock twitched with arousal, as did
Zac's.  Pulling his cheeks still further apart until he stretched Zac's
hole open, Aaron placed the tip of his tongue in the opening and licked the
inner rim of his stretched anus.  He inhaled deeply and the dank fragrance
of Zac's hole sent shivers of desire up his spine.  Inserting his tongue in
the opening, he pressed his lips against Zac's pucker and sucked.
     Watching Aaron licking Zac's crack and giving him the perverted
"devils" kiss, Omari and Shad could not help starting to become aroused.
Following Aaron and Zac's lead, Omari dropped his shorts, his only article
of clothing, and Shad quickly chucked aside his clothes.  Like Zac, he knew
he was better endowed than most guys, but he wasn't as comfortable
revealing his endowment.  He had thought about getting in Omari's pants the
very first day they'd met though, as Omari had thought about getting in
his, and he wasn't about to risk having this opportunity slip by.  Given
the anti-gay attitude of the members of B2K and the rap community as a
whole, he'd shelved his idea as wishful thinking and a scenario for a
jerk-off fantasy.  Now, seeing the muscular, five foot eight stud standing
there total naked and ready to get it on with him, he couldn't believe it
was finally going to happen.
     Wrapping their arms about each other, the two black youths began to
caress each other, at first hesitantly and cautiously as if unable to
believe their dreams were finally being realized, and then with growing
certainty.  Closing his eyes, Shad pressed his lips tightly against
Omari's, and as he felt Omari's tongue press against his lips, he, like
Aaron had earlier, quickly parted his lips and let Omari slip his tongue in
his mouth.  He continued to caress Omari's back as he let Omari's tongue
explore the inside of his mouth.  Feeling the handsome nineteen-year-old
singer's tongue slipping over his and under it, he trembled with excitement
and his cock began to swell.  His mouth quickly filled with saliva, basting
his tongue and Omari's and flowing into Omari's mouth.  Omari shuddered
with arousal also as he swallowed Shad's spittle and one of his longtime
fantasies was fulfilled.  Their long, black cocks slowly began to rise as
they pressed their bodies against each other and French kissed eagerly and
nosily, the presence of Aaron and Zac forgotten in their lust.  Shad
slipped his hands down Omari's smooth back and narrow waist to cup his ass
and as he caressed his solid, muscular glutes, Omari massaged his back with
firm, sweeping caresses.
     Dropping to the grass, Shad rolled over on top of Omari and rubbed his
naked body against Omari's, sliding his naked chest over Omari's and
grinding his loins against the older teen's.  Their cocks, now rigid and
eager for action, pressed against each other's hot, naked body and the two
boys rubbed the swollen, aching flesh against each other anxiously.
Twisting around to a sixty nine position, Shad nuzzled Omari's large balls
and began licking them.  Omari followed suit, running his tongue over
Shad's sac and slipping his lips about his lower ball and sucking his nut
into his mouth.  Their stiff cocks twitched and the first dollop of pre-cum
oozed from the tips.  The two boys continued sucking each other's eggs,
causing more pre-cum to ooze from their slits and begin to ooze down their
dark-skinned knobs.  Unable to resist, they hungrily lapped up each other'
sweet boy nectar and swirled their tongues over each other's knob.
     Having paused to watch the two black teens making out, Aaron and Zac
once again turned to each other, this time forming a sixty-nine position
also.  Slipping their lips over each other's blood-engorged knob, they
began to suck.  Slowly they descended down each other's rock hard cock,
delighting as much in going down the other's cock as they did in feeling
the other's mouth engulfing their own stiff, aching flesh.  Their cocks
throbbed hotly in each other's mouth as they began working their lips up
and down each other's shaft, and for the next few minutes the quiet April
night was filled with the sounds of four horny teens eagerly slurping and
swallowing.  It was soon joined by the heavy, laboured breathing of four
boys about to cum, and then by the sharp intake of four breaths and muffled
whimpers of pleasure as they came, and as they eagerly swallowed each
other's hot, juicy loads.  They were young and virile, and each exploded
with a hot, thick flow of cum, and they eagerly swallowed the tart cream
squirting into their mouths as they squirted themselves.  They quivered and
panted in ecstasy, the night air filled with the fragrance of fresh cum.
     They lay there silently on their backs, relishing the joy that comes
after a hot climax for a long time afterward, each lost in his own
thoughts.  It had been great.  Aaron, having collapsed by Omari, finally
reached over and absentmindedly ran the tips of his fingers over his smooth
body and twirled his curly pubic hairs.  As his hand descended and he
stroked the boy's sensitive thighs, Omari's black sausage began to rise
again.  Shad, who was lying beside Zac, began to do the same, reaching over
and caressing the white teen's chest and following the curve of his
breasts, delighting in their fullness compared to the leaner and more solid
chests of Omari and Aaron.  His fingers slipped down to Zac's curly brown
hairs, and then cupped his once against loose balls, his long black fingers
contrasting sharply with Zac's pink orbs.  Omari and Zac lay there and
enjoyed the attention, but soon responded, reaching over and caressing
their new partners.  Soon the two pairs were snuggled up and exchanging
kisses along with the caresses.  It was not long before all four were erect
again.
     "Fuck me," Aaron whispered, looking down into Omari's eyes.  Of all
his features, Omari considered his eyes his best feature, and Aaron would
have readily agreed as he now started down into them and they stared back
with a hungry lust.
     "Got lube?"
     In response, Aaron puckered up his lips and drooled a long silver
stream of spittle over Omari's stiff, black pole.  Goobering over it until
the knob was slimy with spit and drools of spittle were oozing down the
nineteen-year-old's thick, black shaft, Aaron lay on his back and spread
his legs.  Omari knelt between them and placing the tip of his spit-slick
cock against Aaron's hole, the black teen slowly pressed forward.  Aaron
had been fucked frequently enough that their union was not that difficult
despite Omari's relative inexperience, and after a bit of snorting and
grunting and realignment, he felt his rectum slowly being penetrated by the
horny black teen.
     Shad had meanwhile rolled over and lain on his stomach and Zac had
laid down beside him.  Spreading open the seventeen year old's cheeks, Zac
began to rim his black asshole.  He ran his tongue over the quivering
pucker and wormed it inside as Shad pushed out with his abdomen.  Working
up a mouth of spittle, he fastened his lips tightly against the opening and
blew his spittle up Shad's rectum.  Inhaling deeply, causing his cock to
jerk with the erotic fragrance of Shad's dank hole, he worked up another
mouth of spittle and forced it up Shad's asshole.  Then, kneeling between
Shad's legs and placing the tip of his cock against the black boy's
spit-filled hole, he ever so slowly pushed forward.  His knob slowly
stretched open Shad's tight sphincter and the two boys grunted and snorted
as Shad pushed out with his abdomen to open his anus as wide as he could
and Zac pushed his hips forward, slowly sinking his wedge into Shad's
opening.  Ever so slowly he felt Shad's sphincter giving way until at last
his knob popped inside.  He paused to catch his breath, and then eagerly
sank his thick cock the rest of the way in.
     And so Omari and Zac began to slowly pump their hips, working their
aching, stiff cocks in and out of the willing holes of their two partners.
Aaron clenched his sphincter closed as Omari withdrew, and relaxed and
opened it up as Omari sank back in.  Shad too worked his sphincter open and
closed in time with Zac's actions.  Closing their eyes, the four teens
concentrated on the pleasure pulsating though their loins.  Their cocks
throbbed and their dickheads itched with that sweet pain, Omari's and Zac's
deep up Aaron's and Shad's rectums, Aaron's and Shad's from the rhythmic
stroking of their prostates.  Their sphincters burning with the friction of
the two thick cocks stretching them open and pumping in and out of their
assholes added to their pleasure.
     Slowly the boys felt the pressure once again developing in their
loins, that delightful pressure that was both a pain and a pleasure.  Their
young nuts once again began to tighten and their breathing became laboured
as they felt themselves again approaching that ultimate peak of ecstasy.
Omari and Zac paused and the four enjoyed the sweet pain and fought the
urge to continue, delighting in the throbbing between their legs until it
finally subsided.  The two resumed their pumping action, once again slowly
easing their swollen cocks up the hot, moist assholes of their younger
partners.  Omari grinned down at Aaron as he pumped his thick, black cock
in and out of the hot sixteen-year-old's tight asshole and he leaned over
and kissed him hotly on the lips.  Humping Shad from behind, Zac pumped his
thick cock in and out of his tight black ass and leaned forward and kissed
the young rapper on the back of the neck.
     Once again the four boys felt themselves approaching their peaks, and
they were too hot and too young to consider delaying their climaxes a
second time.  Omari and Zac increased their speed and the lengths of their
thrusts, ramming their aching cocks up their partner's throbbing holes up
to their balls and withdrawing until their knobs began to stretch open
their sphincters.  Their breathing became laboured, as did the breathing of
Aaron and Shad as they too felt their orgasms approaching.  The four came
within seconds of each other, Omari shooting his thick wad up Aaron's ass
and Zac shooting his up Shad's.  Aaron trembled as he felt the hot black
rapper's cock pumping his rectum full of his thick cum, and Shad sighed
with pleasure as his asshole was filled with Zac's hot juice.  With a sharp
intake of breath and a shudder, Shad felt the familiar twang deep in his
groin and his own hot juice race up the core of his swollen, throbbing cock
and spurt out the tip, streaking between his chest and the lawn.  Aaron
gasped also as his cock began spurting out his thick teenage cream, his cum
spurting through the air to lace his chest.  Thick, creamy streamers laced
Omari's heaving black chest also as the sixteen- year-old emptied his
balls.  Once again the warm night air was scented with fragrance of fresh
cum and punctuated with the heavy breathing of the four sweating teens.  It
was a glorious night, and it was far from over.