Date: Sun, 13 Aug 2006 22:58:40 -0600
From: Dream Spinner <authorsix@hotmail.com>
Subject: "Aaron: Batty Bwoy Sex on the Down Low 4/4" (celeb, interracial,
     m/t,t/t,nc)

Caution/Welcome.  While filming "Fat Albert" Aaron and Omari Grandberry get
it on and invite Shad Moss and Zac Hanson to join them.  When word of two
hot teens available for some fun gets around the black rap and reggae
recording artists crowd 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.  Lyrics of "Boom Bye Bye" copyright by Buju
Banton and Mercury Records.  Comments can be sent to the author
J.O. Dickingson at authorsix@hotmail.com

       AARON: BATTY BWOY SEX ON THE DOWN LOW, PART 4 OF 4

     Comfortable with his sexual orientation, Cornell found the prejudice
and hatemongering of men like Anthony Davis evil, and he had no doubt that
what he and Aaron were doing to him was going to make the man hate gays all
the more, but for the moment, having the arrogant son of a bitch bent over
and about to get it up the ass was satisfying as hell, and totally debasing
for the Jamaican DJ and dancehall singer.  Grasping his hips, he pressed
forward, his stiff, lubed cock slowly stretching open the man's sphincter
for the first time in his life.  He was about to fuck Beenie Man, an
unrepentant crusader against homosexuals, and a virgin when it came to anal
sex.  Ever so slowly his knob stretched open the reluctant sphincter and
then it popped inside.  Any further resistance was going to be futile.
Ever so slowly he sank his long shaft up the man's virgin ass, and then
ever so slowly withdrew it.  It was delightful, and the man being forcing
to suck a white boy's cock besides made it even greater.

                Two man hitch up on an rub up on
                      An lay down inna bed
                       Hug up on another
                       Anna feel up leg.

     Aaron stood there in wonder at what was going on around him.  He could
not believe the outcome of the confrontation with Fizz and the three
Jamaicans.  He'd been worried when Nelly and Omari had slipped outside and
had returned to report who was at the gate, and he had seriously considered
Zac's advice to phone the police, but he also knew that would bring the
media, and he didn't want his friends in the news nor any chance of their
secret, the reason the seven of them were at Nick's house, being revealed,
and there certainly would be questions why they were all there.
     Most of all, he didn't want anything he did relating back to Nick,
whom he loved more dearly than anyone, and whose life wasn't running all
that smooth lately, what with struggling to make a name on his own, the
Backstreet Boys reuniting being on again and off again, his estrangement
from his family over the divorce between his mother and father and the way
his mother had treated Aaron in particular, and on top of it all his rocky
relationship with Paris Hilton, who in Aaron's view was a real bitch and
deserved the slapping down from Nick when he lost his temper even if Nick
was full of remorse afterward.
     He knew the risk they were taking trying to overpower the four
intruders even if it was seven to four, but he had faith in his friends,
and believed that as Cornell had said it was time for them to stand up to
the homophobes of the world, and these four in particular, and make them
pay for the violence and hatred they were promoting.  It was because of
people like them that he and his friends, Shad and Jesse and so many other,
were in the closet to protect their careers and he for one was getting
tired of it.  Hell, he loved cock, and he loved getting off with guys, and
he wasn't ashamed of it.  Besides, on a more practical note, as Ludacris
had pointed out, by the time the police had gotten there, they'd likely be
beaten to a pulp, or maybe even worse considering the reputation of the
three Jamaicans.  Taking things in their own hands was the safer
alternative.
     Their plan had been hasty, confronting the men head on and keeping
their numbers a surprise, and they had to make do with what they had in way
of defence, but they had succeeded.  Now he was standing there being sucked
off by one of the most violent and dangerous anti- homosexuals he would
ever know while the man was getting his virgin ass fucked, and two of the
man's three companions were in the same position, on their knees with their
trousers and underwear pulled off, a cock in their mouths and a cock up
their asses, and the third, still bound in duct tape, was getting his face
fucked.  He knew that after this night they would be all the more
prejudiced against homosexuals, but at least this one night they'd have
their revenge, a revenge on behalf of all gays around the world oppressed
because of the likes of the four on their knees, and maybe, just maybe,
they'd think twice about hassling a gay person again, if not all four, then
hopefully at least one of them.  Hell, maybe like in some porn stories he'd
read on the Internet, after experiencing their first gay sex, even if it
was forced, they'd become homosexuals themselves.
     As the throbbing of his cock increased and the tension in his loins
grew, his thoughts of hatred and revenge turned to thoughts of how great it
was to have your cock sucked, and how particularly hot it was being sucked
off by such a violent anti-homosexual, and a celebrity himself, though he
had never heard of the person before that evening.  He himself had been
forced to engage in sex with others, having been first tied up by Billy
Gilman and Haley Osment just over two years ago, and most recently by Bruce
Willis last December, so he had some idea what the man was feeling, though
admittedly he hadn't exactly been all that unwilling, and certainly never
as unwilling as Beenie Man.  Actually, being on the dominant end and
forcing someone to suck him instead of being forced to pleasure someone
else gave the act a whole different perspective, a perspective that Aaron
found he did not dislike.  Of course the sixteen- year-old hip hopster was
yet to find anything about sex with men and boys that he didn't like.
     Nelly was finding immense enjoyment himself at the moment.  He had
known about Beenie Man and his Jamaican cohorts before this, being black,
gay, and a singer and having many gay friends, some in the closet like
himself and others who were not, not just in the United States but around
the world, especially in England and in the Carribean where Beenie Man and
his companions were better known and their homophobia more greatly felt.
That was why he'd advised Aaron to confront the four of them.  Taking the
man's virginity had not been part of the plan, and hadn't even been a
consideration, which made doing it even more enjoyable.  It was a small
reward for all the harm the man had done in the world, but it was immensely
enjoyable just the same.
     Grasping the man's hips he increased his tempo, giving him a solid
fucking for his own and only his own pleasure, ramming his cock up his ass
as far as it could go and withdrawing it until his knob was stretching open
his sphincter and threatening to pop out.
  Each time his cockhead stroked the man's prostate the man grimaced and he
knew the turmoil going on in his head, humiliated and disgusted beyond
belief having his ass fucked, but his body trembling and growing more and
more aroused with the physical stimulation of his prostate at the same
time.  Nelly reached down and slipped his fingers about the man's cock.  He
was getting stiff in spite of himself.  That had to be really disturbing!
Nelly released his hold and banged the man's ass as hard as he could.
     The five others who had spent the previous night at the Carter
residence were enjoying themselves as much as Nelly and Aaron.  They
normally found the hot throbbing of their stiff cocks, whether they were
being sucked or were buried deep up a hot, moist ass, to be pleasant as it
was, and knowing that the person presently sucking them or being fucked was
a virgin and experiencing the act for the first time in their lives
heightened that pleasure for all of them, even Zac, the shiest and most
anti-violent of them.  The fact that their partners were engaging in sex
with them unwillingly, and hated and despised all men who did what they
were doing actually added to their pleasure much to the surprise of all of
them, with the exception of Aaron, who was beginning to find nothing about
sex with guys a surprise despite being only sixteen.
     The four men in question did hate what they were being forced to do,
and the seven individuals who were forcing them to do it, more than the
seven could imagine.  With each thrust up their asses Fizz, Beenie Man and
Buju cursed the man fucking them, and cursed the betrayal of their bodies
as their massaged prostates caused their groins to ache for that release
that they normally associated with having sex with a woman.  They were
being fucked, used like women in their minds, and their bodies, despite
their disgust and humiliation, were getting turned on.  That was most
confusing, and shameful.  Elephant Man and the three men being fucked
wanted to puke as they sucked on the hard, throbbing cocks in their mouths
and slipped their lips up and down the shafts, performing that vile, filthy
act that a man normally told another to do as an insult, an act the three
Jamaicans found so humiliating and disgusting they were sure they'd never
get the taste of cock out of their mouths no matter how much rum they drank
or how much cannabis they smoked.
     As he felt himself approaching that peak, Zac closed his eyes and
delighted in the physical pleasure pulsating through his loins and his
numb, swollen cock.  Seconds later he began shooting his thick wad down the
throat of Buju Banton and giving him another taste he would never forget.
His hot, slimy wad filled the man's mouth and oozed down his throat, the
fact the man was doing so under protest and the fact he was so violently
opposed to any homosexual act seeming to triple his volume and the force of
his ejaculation.  Shot after shot erupted from his swollen cock and he
gasped and shuddered with the pleasure of its release.
     Seconds later James was shooting his load up Buju's ass, filling it
with his hot juice as he was force-fed Zac's cum.  Like Zac, although he'd
cum repeatedly the preceding night, it was as if he'd abstained for a week.
The volume of his load and the force of his ejaculation surprised even him,
and totally delighted him as spurt after spurt shot up Buju's rectum with
such force and volume the man had to know it.  Buju did.  The look in his
eyes, a combination of hatred and humiliation, was a look that left no
doubt that he'd kill the two of them without a moment's hesitation if he
could.  Never had anyone made him feel so filthy and debased, and that it
was two despicable faggots who were responsible added salt to his
defilement.

                          Boom bye bye
                      Inna batty bwoy head
               Rude bwoy no promote no nasty man
                        Dem haffi dead.

     The look in Buju's eyes frightened Aaron.  The look, and the man's
utter shame and revulsion as his rectum and mouth were filled with hot,
slimy cum was also the most erotic sight he'd ever seen, and the horny
sixteen year old suddenly erupted.  Like Zac and James, he found himself
shooting out his load with a force and volume like he could not remember
shooting for a long time.  Shot after shot erupted from his stiff,
throbbing cock, filling Beenie Man's mouth, and with his mouth already full
of cock, oozing down his throat and overflowing and oozing out from the
corners of his mouth and around his chin.
     As Beenie Man swallowed the foul slime filling his mouth, he felt the
man whose name he still did not know ram his cock up his rectum until his
coarse hairs were pressing against his hairy ass, and then his hot cum
flood his rectum, filling his body as a man filled a woman's.  He could not
help wonder if how he was feeling was how a woman felt when a man came in
her, and the thought filled him with shame and revulsion.  Like Buju, never
in his life had he felt so debased and so filthy, and like Buju, he swore
he would get even with the two.  With his groin pressed tightly against the
Jamaican singer's ass, Nelly could not see the look on his face, but with
the homophobe having his mouth filled with a white boy's cum and his ass
filled with a faggot's cum, he had a good idea how the man was feeling, and
knowing that made his pleasure all the more intense.
     Ludacris was the next to shoot, grasping the Energy God's head tightly
as he erupted.  Like the others he found the fact the man whose mouth he
was filling was finding it repulsive and degrading all the more enjoyable.
He grunted and gasped with the pleasure openly and unabashedly, wanting the
man to know his enjoyment actually.  To be truthful, at that moment Chris
was glad that he had a gay side and that he acted on it.  This was a moment
of unique pleasure that his wife or no woman could ever provide.
     O'Neil Bryant of course would never agree with such a sentiment, and
like his fellow Jamaican singers swore vengeance as Ludacris grasped his
ears and shot his filthy seed down his throat, the man's cum seeming
exceptionally hot, bitter, and slimy.  He would cut off the man's ears and
shove them down his throat, he'd turn him upside down and jerk him off and
squirt his filthy cum down his own throat until his balls were aching and
dry, he'd realizing he'd just swore engaging in another homosexual act with
the man whose cock was in his mouth cut the Energy God off short.
     Cuming was especially sweet for Omari and Shad, the two teenagers
erupting simultaneously, Omari filling his former singing partner's mouth
while Shad filled his tight ass.  The two teenagers, like the others, found
that their loads were thick and copious despite the number of times they'd
happily and eagerly shot off the night before, and like the others they
gasped with the physical pleasure throbbing between their legs and the
mental pleasure of having forced the boy who had badmouthed them and looked
down on them with disgust because of their sexual orientation to engage in
a homosexual act with them.  As spurt after spurt of their hot slime shot
from their throbbing, aching cocks, they quivered with delight.
     Fizz knelt there helplessly, feeling the humiliation and despair he'd
daydreamed making Omari feel for having broken up the band and for having
used Jhene and for simply being gay.  As his mouth overflowed with Omari's
slime and it oozed out of the corners of his mouth and around his chin, and
as he felt Shad's cum flooding his rectum, never in his wildest thoughts
had he ever imagined the humiliation and despair feeling as bad as he was
at that moment.
     One by one they finally uncoupled and collapsed on the carpet or on
the sofa and surrounding chairs.  The seven avengers were dazed by the
intensity of the pleasure of revenge combined with the pleasure of a hot
fuck and suck session as their chests rose and feel and the sucked in the
cum-scented air, their throbbing cocks now numb with the warm and wet
dullness that follows a wild orgy.  Fizz and the three Jamaicans were dazed
too, their mouths filled with the most disgusting taste they could imagine,
and for three of them, their assholes feeling suddenly so open and empty.
     "Man, dat was so totally fucking great," Shad finally observed to
nobody in particular.
     "Fa sho," agreed Omari with a deep sigh as he looked over at his
humiliated and debased former band partner.  His swollen lip and thin,
faint moustache were streaked with his slimy cum and he was sitting there
with a stunned look on his face that was a delight to see.  A delightfully
dirty and erotic thought suddenly came to his mind.  He glanced over at
Shad.  "Last night it didn't take you long at all befoe you were able to go
at it again."
     "Yeah, dat's right.  It don't take long for dese balls to refill at
all at my age," Shad said with a grin as he reached down and bounced his
generous endowment.
     "So, ah, when you ready for another go, you wanna try it again wit ol'
FizzO here, but reversing our positions?"
     "Fa sho, man," Shad said with a laugh, "I'd love t' give his ugly face
a good fucking.  But first I gotta see if dey got a steak in the freezer
for dis shiner of mine."
     "If you find two, bring the other for me," said Omari.
     "But you don't have any shiner."
     "Not for my eye, man.  I'm starving."
     Omari was not the only one.  After their strenuous sexual activity the
night before, which had lasted until midmorning actually, and now the fight
and rape of their four would-be attackers, the seven revengers all found
they had worked up an appetite, and a thirst.  Tying up their prisoners
once again, they retired to the kitchen for a victory feast and drink.  As
they ate and rejoiced they discussed the discrimination and prejudice
against gays around the world and recounted the unexpected events and
pleasure of the evening, and as they talked and drank, especially drank,
they found as they satisfied their appetite for food and drink, another
appetite was once again rising, and Omari's idea was an excellent solution
for that.
     And so an hour later found them back with their four captives, cocks
that had once been sucked now being plunged up the hot and still unwilling
assholes of the very same four men that had sucked them, naturally lubed
this time by the cum of their other partner, except of course for Elephant
Man.  At the same time Lil' Fizz, Buju and Beenie Man found themselves
sucking the very cocks that an hour ago had been up their assholes, none of
which of course had been wiped clean, a fact that made the act even more
humiliating and even more nauseating to the three men as they fought back
the impulse to gag.  What ass slime and shit and spent cum that was coating
the throbbing, hot cocks now in their mouths were accented by their vivid
imaginations.
     And, now that the masking effects of the hash they'd smoked had worn
off what with their previous strenuous activity and accelerated heart
beats, the taste and smell of the cocks they were being forced to suck and
the feel of the stiff cocks thrusting in and out of their assholes were all
the more vivid.  The four of them closed their eyes as they tried not to
think about what was happening, but with seven hot, horny men gasping and
grunting with pleasure, that was impossible.  As each felt the man behind
him thrust his stiff cock deep up his rectum and his coarse curly hairs
press against his buttocks, and as each heard the schlucking noise of a
stiff cock easing in and out of thick cum lube kept warm up their bodies,
gooseflesh formed on their arms and legs.  Elephant Man, and again his
three companions, felt a thrill of pleasure shoot up his rectum each time
his prostate was stroked, and to his surprise, and humiliation, his cock
began to swell.  It being the second time for the others, each knelt there
totally mortified as their thick, black cocks actually became fully erect
and throbbed with the desire to get off.
     The cocks in their mouths were throbbing to get off also, a fact that
Lil' Fizz, Buju and Beenie Man could not ignore either.  The memory of the
taste and feel of hot, fresh ball slime filling their mouths and oozing
down their throats caused them to cringe, and their stiff cocks to leak
pre-cum, a situation first noticed by Aaron, and which he quickly drew to
the attention of the others.  The cheeks of the four black men grew hot
with embarrassment.
     Seeing their would be bashers fully erect and their thick, black cocks
dripping pre-cum added to the pleasure already throbbing through their
loins and causing their cocks to ache with a desire as if they'd never cum
that day.  Added to that their captives' humiliation and discomfort made
the second time even more erotic and pleasurable than the first.  Omari,
Zac, Aaron and Chris thrust their hips to and fro rapidly and with
unabashed pleasure as they attempted to quell the itching of their
dickheads and the hot throbbing of their shafts.  They gripped the hips of
their now grunting and groaning partners and began fucking furiously,
driven by their approaching orgasms.  Meanwhile Shad, James and Cornell
tensed as they felt their swollen balls draw up under their aching cocks,
followed by a familiar twang deep in their loins.  Once again the victors
savoured the pleasure of their success as their balls contracted and they
once again quivered with that awesome delight of ejaculation.
     "You know I don't think it's fair that we've gotten off twice, and
they haven't come once," observed Zac sometime later after they had caught
their breaths.
     "Yeah, that is a shame.  What do you suggest?" asked Aaron, knowing
immediately what Zac was getting at even though the two of them had had
only one evening of sex prior to this weekend and didn't really know each
other that well.
     "Well, I'd like to see them form a daisy chain and get each other
off," Zac observed, evidently having considered the idea prior to Aaron's
question.
     "That's wicked,"said Aaron with an appreciative grin.  He was going to
have to get to know Zac better.
     "Starting wit rimming each other," suggested Omari.
     "Now that's even more wicked," Aaron observed with an even wider grin.
He would definitely have to get to know Omari better also!
     Their four captives thought it wicked also, though not in the same
sense of the word!  It took a lot more convincing for them to comply, but
the application of duct tape to the hairy chests of the three Jamaicans and
to Lil' Fizz's upper lip and then ripping it off followed by the threat to
do the same to their balls, and actually doing it to Lil' Fizz, convinced
them.  And so it was that the four reluctantly and angrily formed a circle,
or more appropriately a square with their being four of them, Buju being
forced to rim Beenie Man, Beenie Man doing Elephant Man who did Fizz, who
completed the circle by doing Buju.  They hesitantly stuck out their
tongues and gave each other's crack a tentative lick, and then a second and
third, and they reluctantly and unenthusiastically wormed their tongues
into each other's dank hole, dripping with two healthy loads of cum and one
for Elephant Man.  Their captors, whose health and possibly even whose
lives had been in danger earlier that evening, found the sight of the four
straight men and supposed rough gangsters rimming each other's hairy, black
ass hilarious, and highly erotic, and as the four homophobes began to
seriously suck ass the seven avengers found themselves growing aroused
still once again despite the numerous loads they'd shot off that weekend
already.
     The four would-be gay bashers licked and sucked each other's assholes
as Aaron took pictures of them, and were then forced to go down on each
other, which Aaron also caught on film.  As Buju angrily and reluctantly
slipped his lips about Bennie Man's still limp cock, Beenie Man slipped his
over Elephant Man's while he went down on Fizz and Fizz completed the
circle by going down on Buju.  None of them had found pleasure in the act
of rimming and being rimmed, though the physical stimulation had caused all
of them to begin swelling once more, which of course Aaron noticed once
again and to their shame pointed out to everyone.
     Being forced to go down on each other was even more humiliating and
disgusting than the previous experience of being forced to engage in sex
with their captors, even the experience of having to suck the unwashed
cocks that had previously been up their rectums.  Each of them was
straight, one hundred percent, and being forced to suck another straight
man's cock while another was sucking your own was a filthy perversion that
only pervert fags could come up with.

                   Woman is di greatest t'ing
                    God ever put pon di land
                    Buju lovin dem from head
                      Down to foot bottom
                   But some man a turn around
                    Where dem get dat from?

     Despite their humiliation and anger, their bodies and minds could not
ignore the physical stimulation of having a hot, moist mouth sucking on
that most sensitive organ nor the fact that the room was erotically
charged, and had been for hours.  One by one, to their even greater
humiliation and anger, this time directed at their own bodies, the four men
once again found themselves erect, which totally delighted their captors
who could not resist observing that to get a hardon they had to be enjoying
sucking cock and getting sucked, which meant they had to be faggots deep
down inside.  Of course they were feeding on the prejudice and homophobia
of the four men, and their ignorance, and none of them for a moment
believed the physical reaction had anything to do with latent
homosexuality.  Not knowing that, and finding their anger and shame was
doing nothing to dampen their arousal, and in fact seemed to be inflaming
it, the four men found the ache deep in their loins surpassing anything
they'd ever felt with a woman, which did not help!
     "Oh fuck, dis is just too hot," observed Nelly as he reached down and
squeezed his own stiff, throbbing cock.
     "Oh yeah, man.  I neva thought I'd eva see anyt'ing like dis," agreed
Cool J, his long, thick cock partially erect and rapidly swelling.  "If it
wasn't for the fact they're enjoying demselves so much I'd cut in an' git
some mouth action fo my aching prick."
     Aaron thought for a moment.  "You guys ever hear of bukakke?" he asked
with a slow grin.
     Shad snorted in amusement, Aaron having told him about his experience
in Japan last September.  Aaron explained the act to the others, and the
seven of them immediately surrounded the four men in the middle of the
floor and began to stroke their cocks, timing themselves so as not to come
before the four in the middle had.  Their jaws and tongues weary and aching
and the desire in their loins so great it was becoming painful, the four
men gave in if for no other reason than to end the pain.  Fizz was the
first, and with a whimper and a whispered, muffled apology to Buju he began
to spurt.  Seconds later Elephant Man began to fill the eighteen-year-old
rapper's mouth, and Buju and Beenie Man began spurting seconds after him.
All of them had swallowed cum before, two loads each except for Elephant
Man, but this was different knowing that the man filling their mouth was
doing so unwillingly and apologetically, and that until that evening had
gotten his nuts off only as the result of having sex with a woman.  That
the man sucking him and the man filling his mouth were both straight made
it totally different.
     It made it all the more erotic for the seven men surrounding them, and
as they watched the four straight men helplessly cumming in each other's
mouth and reluctantly swallowing each other's cum, they also erupted.
Fists rapidly stroking stiff, aching cocks and large, pendant balls now
swollen and drawn up tightly beneath spurting cocks, hot ropes of cum laced
the four men in the centre.  Totally unaware of the intention of the seven
men surrounding them, and occupied with trying not to choke on the slime
filling their mouths while trying to deal with their shame and humiliation
of having cum, the four men lay there on the floor in shock as they were
sprayed with hot, thick cum.
     Thick, slimy cum streaked and soaked into thick dreadlocks and
Elephant Man's bright orange hair, a perverse mousse the four would later
spend hours trying to wash out.  Tar black skin was laced with creamy white
streamers of cum, the streamers from fellow black brothers and from the two
white boys indistinguishable.  Cheeks, hairy buttocks, thighs, stomachs,
and feet, Buju's moustache and beard, shirts and T's, all were spattered
with hot, thick cum.  Omari and Shad aimed at Dreux and laced his face with
their hot cum, Omari commenting on the fact that hot cum was good for
keeping away pimples and was even better than Cocoa Butter, referring to
Fizz's hatred of pimples and his practice of washing his face with Dove
soap and rubbing on Cocoa Butter.
     Tossing the four dazed, spent men their discarded underwear and
trousers and escorting them out to the gate, Aaron warned them that the
pictures he had taken would find their way onto the Internet should the
four of them ever seek retaliation for what had happened that night with
any of the seven of them.  Accustomed to being in control and being the
aggressors, the four cum-spattered men stood there clutching their
underwear and trousers as the gate closed behind them, too shocked and too
ashamed to speak.
     Late the following morning, Aaron's guests helped him clean up the
place so Nick would be none the wiser what had happened, and thanked him
for one wicked weekend, one that far surpassed anyone's imagination.
     "Actually, I tink you should commemorate the weekend," observed Shad.
"Dis was one unusual weekend, even fo you."
     "Yeah, it isn't every weekend you git to totally humiliate and
dominate four anti-gay activists," observed Nelly.
     "Especially celebrities and homophobes the nature of Buju and his
friends," added James.
     "So what do you suggest, I have a commemorative medallion made or
something?"  Aaron joked.  "Or maybe I should put an announcement in the
newspaper, or phone the National Enquirer with an anonymous tip?"
     "A tattoo," suggested James.  Aaron looked at the tattooed band
encircling his biceps and the tattoos snaking up his forearms and thought
about Nick's many tattoos that Nick said were to commemorate events and
people in his life, and to reflect his personality.  "The legal age is
eighteen in California, but I can take you t' the guy who did mine. He'd
make an exception fo us," James continued, seeing the interest in Aaron's
eyes.
     "Sure, why not?" Aaron agreed, no stranger to impromptu decisions.
     Omari and Shad went with them, for moral support and to help Aaron
pick out the design and decide where it should go.  After some debate,
Aaron finally selected a sun logo, representing his selfhood, vitality,
truth and light, all of which he felt appropriately described what had
happened that weekend, with a skull in the middle representing eternal
soul, immortal spirit, and rebirth, which he felt reflected his personality
as revealed through the events of the past three days.
     "So where you want it, and how big?" asked the tattoo artist as he set
out his equipment.
     Aaron looked at his companions.
     "Across his back, between his shoulder blades," suggested Shad.
     "Sure, why not?" Aaron agreed once again.  Stripping off his shirt, he
sat down on the chair, straddling it backwards and wrapping his arms about
the back.  "This going to hurt?" he asked in second thought.
     "A design with that much detail, and eight inches across?  Of course,"
replied the tattoo artist matter-of-factly and he dabbed Aaron's back with
rubbing alcohol and inserted the first needle.
     Aaron tensed and gritted his teeth as he tried not to show the pain.
As the second needle pierced his back he wondered how it was that Nick was
able to do this, his entire back and much of his upper arms now covered in
tattoos.  As the third needle stabbed his back and he could feel the ink
spreading under his skin, or he thought he could anyway, he wondered if
this had been such a good idea and hoped as the man progressed he'd get
used to it.  He quickly found he did not.  Each pinprick sent a stab of
pain through his back.  It also sent a shiver up his dick.  In a way the
pain wasn't unlike the prickling pain of having the rim of your
blood-engorged dickhead stroked.  As he slowly became aware of that, he
concentrated on the idea to forget the pain shooting through his deltoids,
which resulted in the obvious.  He was soon sitting there fully erect, his
shirt off and his back burning with pain, and his dickhead burning with
another, a much more familiar one.
     The skull was done and the man began working on the sunburst
surrounding it.  Aaron concentrated on the image in the mirror that Omari
was holding and on the throbbing of his dickhead.  With each prick he felt
a stab of similar pain in his knob, a prick that was both painful and
pleasant.  He was sure now he could feel the ink flowing under his skin.
  It was a weird feeling.  He wondered what it would be like to have
someone cum under your skin.  He thought back to the first time he'd been
introduced to docking by Billy Gilman and Haley Osment and how weird it had
been to feel another guy's foreskin enveloping his knob, and how hot it had
felt having hot cum squirting over your knob and under your foreskin.  As
the next needle prick pierced his now tender, inflamed back, a shard of
pleasure shot up the core of his swollen cock.  He waited with joyful
anticipation for the next prick.
     It was totally delightful and totally unreal.  There he was getting
his back tattooed in front of three friends and he was so turned on he was
close to coming.  The more he concentrated on the pain in his back, the
more intense the pain around his knob became bringing him closer and closer
to a climax, until, as he sat there staring at the sun burst as the man was
about to bring the ends together, he shivered with his orgasm, filling his
underwear with a staccato burst of fresh, hot, thick cum.  As the needle
pierced his back, pain pierced the rim of his knob and his cock throbbed
out another shot.  Hot, slimy cum filled his underwear and flooded through
his hairs and down over his constricted balls.  He could feel it oozing
down his leg and he was thankful he hadn't worn shorts.
     "We're just about done," the tattoo artist said, mistaking Aaron's
fidgeting as a result of what he was doing.  "Just a half dozen more."
     "Right," Aaron gasped as another shot erupted from his cock.  He could
do another half dozen.  This had been one hell of a weekend, and one he
would remember the rest of his life.