Date: Sat, 19 Oct 2002 21:11:08 -0600
From: Dream Spinner <authorsix@hotmail.com>
Subject: "Aaron: Sweet Dream Street" (t/t, celeb)
Caution/Welcome. Aaron Carter is on tour again, his Winter 2002 tour, with
the boys from Dream Street being one of his opening acts, and, when the
lights are out, one of his closing acts. The following is a gay fantasy and
does not reflect nor imply the real sexuality of these hot young singers.
It is the fifteenth of stand alone stories in a series of Aaron Carter and
Friends fanfic gay fantasies and chronologically follows the story "Frankie
and Justin: Teen Lovers". It is also a crossover story which refers to an
early story written by this writer about the Dream Street boys: "The
Brewsters Celebrate Sadie Hawkins". If you do not like reading gay
fantasies about teenage boys or celebrities, this is where you stop and hit
the back or delete key. This story is posted at free gay adult story sites
for the purpose of adult entertainment. Permission is not given to copy
electronically for the purpose of redistribution or posting at sites other
than described without the permission of the author. Comments, story
suggestions and nude photos of the Dream Street boys can be sent to the
author J. O. Dickingson at authorsix@hotmail.com
AARON: SWEET DREAM STREET
"Man, that was one awesome crowd tonight," observed Frankie as he
sprawled out on one of the two Queen beds in the Mark Twain Downtown Hotel.
"Oh yeah, totally wicked," agreed Chris as he flopped down on the other.
"Except for the freaking screaming," observed Matt.
"Yeah, right. How do you feel about fans who scream like they did
tonight?" Jesse asked, looking over at Aaron.
"To tell you the truth, I don't like it," Aaron responded. "It throws me
off, even with the headphones. Like, it doesn't matter if I can't hear
them, I still know they're doing it. When I can hear them, I want to yell
back at them to stop screaming and listen to the music."
"Yeah. I wonder sometimes if they can even hear the lyrics," observed
Greg, pushing Chris aside as he sat down beside him.
Aaron glanced at each of the five boys that made up the New York band
Dream Street, his main opening act. It was Valentines Day, February 14.
Frankie had just turned seventeen three weeks ago and Jesse was fourteen and
ten months, seven months older than he was. The others, Greg, Chris, and
Matt were sixteen. They were all hot looking in their designer casuals, and
sprawled out around him in the suite they were staying in for the night, he
felt like a sultan checking out his harem. Of all of them, he was
particularly turned on by Frankie's dark good looks and by Jesse's sexy eyes
and bulging package, though he'd be happy messing around with any one of
them. To be honest, over the past two weeks he'd gone to bed each night
imagining one or the other joining him, and more often than not, imagining
an orgy with all five.
They had been on the road since January 25 and had just finished their
fifteenth concert, this one at the Civic Center Arena in Peoria, Illinois.
The arena was huge, designed to host hockey and basketball games and seating
up to just over twelve thousand fans, and it had been packed. Tomorrow they
were heading to Evansville Indiana, and the day after that North Little
Rock, Arizona. It was a twenty-four-concert tour and in-store record
signing promotion in twenty-one states. They were starting to get tired,
and edgy, each for his own reasons. In the case of the Dream Street team,
they knew something was brewing between their parents and their
producers, something tense, and of course something to do with their
contracts and money.
Exactly what it was they were not sure, but they could tell something was
up, and this time it was serious. It seemed the more famous they became the
more frequent the disagreements. For the five boys, that put a sour note on
their tour. All they really wanted to do was to perform and to share their
music with others. That was all they'd ever wanted.
There were also the promotion pressures, constantly having their
publicist taking their pictures, constantly worrying you're going to pick
your nose or scratch an armpit or your crotch just when a camera zooms in on
you. One of their investors had even taken a video of them while they'd
been changing for a performance. On top of that was the constant pressure
about girls, every fan club and every teen tabloid constantly wanting to
know if they were dating and what type of girl they liked and what they
liked to do on a date. When you are on tour for six to eight weeks and
between tours rehearing for the next one or working on your next album, and
keeping
up your grades in school besides, who has time for girls? There were many
times they resented not being able to just hang with some friends and not
having the opportunity to have a regular girlfriend. Besides, no teenager
likes to be reminded he doesn't have a girl, never mind being asked
repeatedly and then having it flashed across the country. Chris had once
joked that he felt like telling them the type of girl he was interested in
was one who put out, and his favorite activity on a date was humping a
girl's brains out in the back seat of a car.
Any mention of girls immediately brought up thoughts of sex, and any
thoughts of sex reminded the boys of their first sexual experience, a group
orgy with four fans three months ago. That had been an event they would
never forget and that had totally changed their lives, the way
they looked upon others, at each other, and at themselves. Especially it
changed the way they looked at the gay population. The four fans had been
boys. It had been most disconcerting for Greg and Chris in particular, the
two boys having had very definite ideas about sexuality up until then.
Jessie and Frankie were dealing with it a lot easier, and Matt, who tended
to be the quietest and shyest of the five, seemed to sway from one extreme
to the other over the matter.
Aaron was touchy also, for many of the same reasons. There was no
problem between his parents and agents. They were in agreement about his
career. The problem was that they were both pushing, and pushing hard, too
hard. He had only recently turned fourteen and there were many days he
resented the pressures of performing, and of having to constantly be
promoting his public image besides. Exactly what that image was supposed to
be he was not sure, and that was part of the problem. At the age of ten he
was the "prince of pop" and a cute little blond moppet, everyone's kid
brother. Now at fourteen he was being groomed as the clean-cut but sexy,
sassy teen. He was never sure just which he was supposed to project, the
boy every mother wanted or the boy every girl wanted. He was getting more
and more questions about girls compared to the past, which only served to
constantly remind him that girls were not part of his future.
Unlike Greg and Chris who after three months were still having difficulty
coming to terms with their first gay experience, Aaron had no regrets about
his first experience, nor the many experiences since. After his experience
at Pineview Farms, he knew he liked guys, and it was not
long after that, that he accepted the fact that he was gay. His problem was
being in the company of five hot, hormone-driven teenage boys twenty-four
hours a day, seven days a week, much of it spent in costumes designed to
accent their sexuality singing lyrics meant to arouse. Simply put,
he hadn't had sex with another guy since his night with his brother on the
sixteenth of last month, which was practically four weeks ago, and he was
horny as a toad.
The boys' conversation was interrupted by a knock on the door. "You did
get something from the Dream Street Dream Beat Fan Club," the boys'
co-producer, Louis Baldonieri, said, handing the boys a large envelop, "just
as you said you might."
"Thanks," said Frankie, taking the envelope. He glanced at the others,
and they glanced at the envelope and then at Aaron.
"A special fan club?" Aaron asked as the door closed.
"Ah, yeah, you could say that," responded Frankie.
"With the thousands of Valentine's cards we've gotten, and the hundreds
today alone, I'm surprised they spotted this one," observed Jessie.
"So you answer some of your fan mail yourself?"
"Not anymore," responded Chris. "We used to, but it got to be too much."
"We still like to open some and see what the fans are saying though,"
said Greg.
"You must get a ton of mail," observed Matt, addressing Aaron.
"Oh yeah. I got a whole team opening the letters and sending back
autographed pictures or whatever," Aaron replied. He snorted. "They aren't
really even autographed," he said with a hint of regret, "just copies of the
single copy I did sign. They do pass on the occasional really special
letter though," he added, glancing at the large envelop Frankie was still
holding. The others noticed, and squirmed uncomfortably. "Well, I'm in
your way," Aaron announced as he got to his feet, having been sitting on the
chair by the desk. "I'll let you read your special card."
"Hey, no, you don't have to go," Jesse responded. "It's nothing."
"Nothing?" retorted Aaron. "Pretty important nothing to have asked it be
brought to you, and for you to keep glancing at it and each other for the
past five minutes. I might be younger than all of you but I'm not stupid."
"Nobody said you were stupid," Chris responded. "Don't get so damn up
tight."
"I'll get up tight if I fucking want to," Aaron replied as he headed for
the door, realizing what he'd just said didn't make any sense at all.
"Because you're the big star?" asked Greg.
"I am the main act," Aaron replied as he opened the door. "And don't
forget it," he finished, stepping into the hallway and slamming the door
behind him.
His room was two doors down, the parents of the five New York singers
having the two rooms between them. He was sharing his room with his mother.
That was another problem. He couldn't even have a decent jerk in the
bathroom knowing she was only feet away. Deciding it was best his mother
not see him in his present mood, he continued down the hall. He heard a
door open behind him and he wondered if it was his mother, or one of the
other parents or crew members, or one of the Dream Street boys.
"Aaron!"
It was Jesse. Aaron took several more steps before deciding he could not
very well claim not to have heard him, and that there was no point in
avoiding him in that they were going to constantly be in each other's face.
He stopped and turned around.
"Hey, what's up?" Jesse asked, catching up to him.
"What's up? You know damn well what's up," he snapped.
"Why so angry?"
"You wanted me out of there. So I left. That's all there is to it,"
Aaron said with a shrug.
"We didn't want you to leave."
"Fucking right you did. I'm not stupid," Aaron responded, practically in
tears he was so angry.
"Not because of you."
"Because of your precious Valentine card."
"Yeah."
"So if that's more important than a conversation with a real person, go
enjoy it."
"The guys want you to come back."
Aaron was about to retort that they should have thought of that before,
but he hesitated. He did not want to be angry with them. He wanted just
the opposite. He knew that was the reason he'd exploded the moment it had
happened. He'd blown up out of the frustration of wanting them and knowing
he never would. The big fuss over the valentine was proof that they'd never
consider anything sexual with a guy. He nodded and followed Jesse back to
their room.
"Hey, we're sorry about what happened," said Frankie as Aaron and Jesse
stepped into the room.
"Yeah, really," agreed Chris, as did the others.
"Hey, my bad too," Aaron replied. "I shouldn't have taken it personal.
You got every right to be interested in your fan mail, and you're better
than I am for caring so much about one of your fan clubs. I couldn't even
tell you the name of one of mine."
"Well, this is not your typical fan club," Jesse responded, and the five
boys looked at the still unopened envelop laying on the desk.
"Go on, open it," said Matt, looking at Frankie. "We're all dying to see
what's inside it."
Frankie glanced at Aaron, and then at the others, and the other three
members of the band nodded agreement with Matt. He carefully ripped the
envelope open and removed a single sheet of paper, evidently a Valentines
card from the Internet printed on a color printer. They gathered around.
It was a picture of a naked, well-endowed man holding a heart-shaped,
lace-fringed pillow, with the message, "My heart isn't the only thing
throbbing when I think of you." At the bottom was written, "Roses are red,
violets are blue, when we stroke our dicks, we think of you." It was signed
"Thanks for the hot Sadie Hawkins night, Bobby, Benny, Brent and Brett."
"That's the Dream Street Dream Beat Fan Club," explained Frankie. "The
entire club."
"The entire club?" asked Aaron, and the five nodded. "Four guys?" They
nodded again.
"That's why we were hesitant about opening it while you were here," Chris
explained.
"You think it's some sort of joke or scam?"
"No, they're real. Very real," replied Greg.
"You sound certain."
"We've met them."
"Really?"
"Oh yeah, really."
"So . . . well . . . ah . . . are they gay?" he asked, the card and
the poem certainly suggesting they were.
"The twins are, the oldest, Brent and Brett. Don't know about the other
two brothers."
"They like messing with guys anyway, all four of them."
"How old are they?"
"The twins were fifteen when we met them. They're sixteen now."
"Bobby is twelve and Brent is fourteen."
"We played for their high school Sadie Hawkins dance last November."
"It was payment for a bet we'd lost to them."
Aaron looked at the card. There was one question he was dying to ask,
but he didn't know how to ask it.
"We did," said Frankie.
"Huh?"
"I know that's what you were wondering," Frankie said. "Having sex with
them was part of the bet too."
"We had no choice," Chris added quickly. "It was that or they were going
to reveal things about us that would have ruined our careers."
"So now you know everything," Greg observed, clearly not happy with the
revelation, not because they'd decided to reveal their secret to Aaron, but
because what that secret was.
"Yeah, so now you know," observed Jesse.
"And now you know why we asked to be brought this card in particular,"
said Frankie. "We figured they'd send us something like this."
"You can see why we didn't want our publicist or parents to see this."
"You won't tell anyone, especially your mother, or our parents, will
you?"
"You're the only one we've told."
"Hey, of course not, your secret's safe with me," Aaron responded. He
glanced at the five boys with mixed feelings. That every one of them had
had sex with another guy was beyond his wildest dreams. That they evidently
had done so reluctantly was a crushing disappointment coming seconds after
Aaron's glimmer of a hope that he might have a chance to do something with
at least one of them. He thought for a moment, the boys assumed about them,
and decided to take a chance. "I got a secret of my own," he confessed.
"I've had sex with a guy too." After their revelation he was willing to go
that far. He wasn't willing to tell them he was gay, not with their evident
attitude.
"Really?" asked Matt.
"Yeah."
"Well," observed Chris with a sigh of relief, "looks like we got more in
common than we realized."
"What did you think of it?" Jesse asked cautiously, studying Aaron's face
for a clue what he was going to say, and any hint if he was not being
totally truthful.
The look on Jesse's face and the tone of his voice gave Aaron a clue what
Jesse's own opinion was about his experience. From the almost pleading look
in his eyes and the hint of hope in his voice, it was clear to Aaron that
Jesse had liked it, or at least was neutral about the experience, and was
hoping Aaron was feeling the same way. If he hadn't been gay, he might have
missed the clues. Being that he was, and glad of it, he did not have to
consider his response.
"It was cool actually," Aaron responded, deciding if he was right about
Jesse, being honest could open up some opportunities between the two of
them. Hiding his feelings certainly wouldn't be to his advantage, though he
knew he was putting his neck out considering that the other four did not
seem to share his opinion, a fact that could prevent Jesse from speaking
honestly.
"Yeah?" asked Frankie and Chris together, the two boys not the only ones
surprised but the first to voice it.
"Sure," Aaron responded, thinking back to his reasoning when he'd tried
to figure out his attraction to guys back during his tour with the A-Teens,
which he knew now was the wrong reason for his enjoyment but was a logical
sounding reason he could use when confronting the straight crowd. "You guys
got regular girlfriends, girls you know well enough to let you fuck
them?"
"No," the boys said together as Aaron knew they would.
"You know what it's like," Greg continued, "being on the road, having to
do your school work and your singing practice every day. Who has time for
girls never mind getting to know one well enough she'd let you in her
panties?"
"Exactly," agreed Aaron. "That's my point. We don't get no
satisfaction," he said, quoting a phrase from an old song, the name of the
artist escaping him at the moment. "So we're super horny, and having an
arena full of girls screaming at your every move and swooning with your
lyrics for two hours, makes it all the worse, unbearable actually. So we
get it off with a guy. That's no big deal. He likes it. You like it. It
feels good. You're not horny anymore. At least not as much."
"Yeah, that's a good way to put it," observed Frankie.
The six of them sat there staring anywhere but at each other. All of
them felt better having come out. Well, having revealed their experiences
anyway, at least two of them adamant they were straight, but they were still
uncomfortable looking each other in the eye. Lying about their conquests
with girls, or at the least describing their favorite fantasies, came
naturally. Talking about having sex with other guys did not. Aaron
suddenly snorted.
"What's so funny?" asked Jesse.
"I wonder how many guys there are out there on Valentines night talking
to each other about the hot gay experience they've had."
"Not many, I'd guess," observed Matt with a chuckle, "unless they're . .
. horny." He was going to say gay, but caught himself before he did. The
others chuckled, but they all were thinking the same thing as Matt had
almost voiced and the implications that had about each of them. They once
again sat there in silence staring at the floor and the walls, staring
anywhere but avoiding eye contact each other.
"So, ah, are you horny tonight?" Frankie finally asked, looking over at
Aaron.
"Oh yeah," Aaron said enthusiastically, immediately realizing he was
sounding too eager, which would cause the others to wonder about his
sexuality. "Actually, I'm always horny," he continued with a chuckle,
trying to cover his true feelings up.
They all chuckled and observed that they were also. They sat in silence
again for several minutes, each thinking the same thing, none of them
willing to speak up.
"So," said Jesse softly, "if you're horny, you wanna do something?"
"Sure," Aaron responded quickly, too horny to play coy, and too eager to
mess around to let this opportunity slip by. He immediately realized he
should not have been so quick with his answer from the silence of the
others. "Why not," he continued, trying to save the day, and his own
reputation. "When a guy is horny, he has to get relief somehow."
"Right," the others chorused, some, Aaron noticed, more eagerly than
others.
"So, shall we just pull our dicks out, or shall we get naked?" Aaron
asked, taking the lead.
The boys glanced at each other. "Why not get naked?" Frankie finally
responded for the five of them with a shrug. "That way we don't have to
worry about getting cum stains on our clothes."
"Right," Aaron responded. "There's nothing more difficult than
explaining to your mother how you got those salad dressing stains in your
underwear."
The boys laughed, and after a moment to see who would go first, they
began to undress with Jesse taking the lead. They had stripped down to
their underwear in front of each other plenty of times as they'd changed
costumes back stage or in arena dressing rooms like tonight, but stripping
down in a hotel room and knowing what was going to follow was totally
different. The boys glanced at each other as they slipped off their T's and
stepped out of their jeans, and they felt a growing excitement tensing their
bodies not unlike the feeling they got as they were about to step out on
stage, a combination of apprehension and of eager anticipation that caused
their blood to speed up.
In the hopes that they might do something, Aaron had put on a pair of
Budweiser print boxers in the hopes the design would give a hint that he was
wild and willing. Jesse, he noticed, was also wearing print boxers, his
having motor bikes emblazoned across them, and he wondered if he'd chosen
them especially for tonight in the hopes others might see them. Of the five
boys, he seemed the most eager to do something, and the most comfortable
with having done something in the past. Of course that could just be his
imagination and wishful thinking, Jesse being the youngest in the band and
just eight months older than he was, and, in his opinion, the sexiest of
them all.
That wasn't to say the others didn't look hot. Frankie looked
particularly sexy in his black Tommy Hilfiger boxers which matched his
handsome, dark looks. Matt looked sexy too, being the only one of the six
to be wearing briefs, a navy blue with white polka dots. Aaron loved the
way his pocket was filled out and could not wait to see what treasure was
inside. Greg and Chris were both wearing plaid boxers, Greg a red and brown
plaid and Chris a plaid of various shades of blue.
"So, how we gonna decide who does what with who?"
"I think that's what with whom," advised Greg with a grin.
"Could be who does whom with what?" Jesse said wittily and the boys all
laughed, because it was funny, and because they were nervous.
"Too bad we don't have straws or we could pull straws."
"We could go by who has the largest dick," Frankie suggested.
"Oh sure, as if we don't know who has the biggest cock," responded Jesse
who had the smallest of the five guys in the band though he'd noticed with
delight that over the past couple months it had been growing at a remarkable
rate.
"We could let Aaron decide," suggested Chris. "It is his show."
"How about the guy who gets boned up first decides who gets it and how,
and then the next guy to get it up, and so on?" suggested Aaron.
"Great idea."
So the six boys pushed down their underwear and stepped out of them and
began to fondle their dicks. None of them wanted to be the last to get
stiff, figuring the faster a guy got hard the more of a man he must be, so
all six concentrated on what they were doing and on the arousal stimulating
their dicks, and they tried to think of the dirtiest, sexiest thing they
could to help along the process. Aaron thought about getting fucked by his
big brother Nick the week before he went on tour, and then about his
birthday party, and wished that he'd brought the milking machine he'd gotten
from David for his birthday with him. It would be awesome to be hooked up
to any three of the guys sitting and standing there wanking their semierect
dicks and playing with their balls. Of course he hadn't brought it. It was
too risky his mother finding it, the two of them having to share a room on
this tour as if they were paupers. He wondered for a moment if it was to
save money, which from what he and Nick were raking in was totally stupid,
or if it was because she didn't trust him even though she'd be sleeping in
the room next door. Those thoughts weren't helping get him erect. Pushing
them aside, he thought about the peter beater milking machine again. Now
explaining what it was, and what he was doing with it, would be a major
problem he thought with a smile!
The Dream Street boys were thinking back to their first gay experience,
the hot night they'd spent with the Brewster brothers. That had really been
a night of mixed emotions. Already angry because they'd been blackmailed to
perform at their high school dance, they were looking forward to having sex
with the four boys like a person looks forward to having a root
canal. The four brothers were just as expert in the sex department as they
were in getting what they wanted however, and although they were
participating against their will, the five singers found themselves not just
enjoying their first experience, but left wanting more.
Aaron was the first of the six to get hard and he claimed his prize, to
get his cock sucked by Jesse. Those sensuous eyes and seductive lips had
him aching and the image of the hot blond fourteen-year-old sucking on his
dick is what he'd had on his mind when his dick had risen to full
attention. Laying down on one of the queen beds on his back, he watched the
others pulling intently on their now almost erect dicks for second place.
Jesse was next and Aaron wondered if the thought of sucking his cock is what
had done the trick. Laying down on Aaron's right and in the opposite
direction, he looked back at Aaron with an impish grin and recalling his
first experience three months ago, said he wanted Aaron to bring him off by
finger fucking him. Aaron had been hoping that Jesse would come in second
and that he'd suggest they sixty-nine, but to be honest, he was happy to be
able to do anything with him, even fuck him with his finger.
Frankie was third, and announced with a lustful glance at the
fourteen-year-old that he wanted to fuck Aaron's ass. Looking up at the
thick, veined six-and-a-quarter inch cock jutting out above the
seventeen-year-old's large, hairy balls, Aaron could not wait to feel it
inside him. As he knelt down at the foot of the bed and Aaron obligingly
wiggled down so his ass was at the edge of the bed and his feet on the floor
on either side of his would be fucker, Chris announced that he was hard and
wanted Aaron to suck him. He immediately straddled the hot young singer
and knelt down on the bed with his back to Frankie and with a leg on either
side of Aaron. Greg was the fifth to get hard and announced he wanted Aaron
to jerk him off as he stepped up to the bed on Aaron's left. Matt, the last
of them to get his up, studied the tangle of boys on the bed, trying to
decide where he might fit in. Laying down on Aaron's left, he squirmed down
and announced that he wanted Jesse to jerk him, Aaron's two hands and both
orifices being taken.
Raising his head, Aaron asked that someone put a couple pillows under it,
and as Greg and Chris obliged, he looked down between Chris's outspread legs
as Frankie shuffled into position. "I got a tube of KY in my pants pocket,"
he advised, knowing that even as hot as he was feeling, it was going to be
difficult for the two of them to unite without some lube with a
cock that thick.
"KY?" asked Chris.
"It's a good lubricant," Aaron advised.
"You carry a tube of lubricant around with you?" asked Jesse in surprise,
looking up at the blond singer with his big green eyes.
"You never know when you might need it," Aaron responded. "Some pussies
are tight," he added as a lame cover-up.
"Good boy scout, always prepared," joked Matt and they laughed, but Aaron
wondered if they had believed him, and the rest were wondering if he'd been
truthful.
Finding the tube in one of the pockets in Aaron's cargo pants, Greg
returned to the bed with it and Aaron nodded toward Frankie. Taking the
tube, Frankie squeezed out a bit on the fingers of his left hand and smeared
the clear lubricant on his knob and over his shaft. He felt strange
standing there greasing his cock up in front of everyone. It somehow seemed
to accent
what he was about to do, making the decision seem more final even though it
always had been. It was difficult to explain, but somehow lubing his cock
made what they were about to do seem more planned also even though it
certainly had not been. He was about to replace the cap when Aaron asked
for the tube.
Smiling at Jesse, he lubed up his middle finger and then turned his
attention back to Frankie, along with everyone else. The horny
seventeen-year-old singer placed the tip of his lubed cock against Aaron's
pucker, and holding his stiff cock by the base, he slowly pushed forward.
Aaron instantly relaxed and opened up his sphincter. Between the lube and
the eagerness of the two boys, Frankie had little difficulty getting his
knob inserted up Aaron's rectum despite the fact this was his first time.
He paused to enjoy the pleasure of having a hot, moist asshole surrounding
his knob and to let the irritation around the rim to subside before pushing
his
hips forward and sinking his cock up Aaron's rectum. It would never do to
come prematurely and look like a looser in front of everyone. He had
figured that of all the things two guys could do together, fucking a guy's
ass came the closest to doing something with a girl. He'd never fucked a
girl, but if he was right, then it had to be awesome because having his dick
up a guy's
hot, moist ass was totally wicked. He slowly eased his cock back out and
sighed with the exquisite pleasure. He paused again, determined he would
not shoot off despite the desperate urge to do so.
Aaron watched as Frankie sank his thick, veined cock back up his ass, and
his cock jerked and wagged excitedly much to the amusement of the others as
the seventeen-year-old sank his organ into him and slowly withdrew it again.
Unable to wait any longer, Jessie twisted around and snuggling up closer
to Aaron, he raised himself on his right arm and bent over his crotch. His
first sexual experience had been getting a bone by having his ass finger
fucked and then sixty-nining with the youngest Brewster brother. The
fourteen-year-old singer had not admitted it to anyone, but he'd totally
enjoyed the experience, getting sucked off and sucking off another guy.
When he'd sucked off Chris later that night he'd pretended to be doing so
under duress, but in reality he was delighted to have the opportunity to
suck his big cock and drink down his cum.
Aaron's dick, now just under five inches and just slightly longer than
his own despite Aaron being eight months younger, was uncircumcised, but in
its erect state the skin had slid back off the knob and formed a collar just
behind the knob. Sticking out his tongue, Jesse ran it over the swollen
glans. It was hot and firm and slightly salty. He quivered as he felt the
tip of Aaron's greased finger stroking his asshole, and then trembled as he
felt Aaron's finger tip press against the sphincter and slowly begin to
enter. It was a delightful feeling, and he licked Aaron's thick shaft
eagerly, hoping to bring him as much pleasure as Aaron was going to bring
him. As Aaron's fingertip reached his prostate, Jesse inhaled deeply,
inhaling the fragrance of Aaron's sweaty balls which made his stiff dick
ache all the more. Aaron evidently was no novice at finger fucking as he
stopped there and gently massaged his prostate, causing his stiff dick to
jerk excitedly.
Telling Chris to shuffle forward a bit and then to squat down, Aaron
stuck out his tongue and ran it from Chris' balls down along the cord to his
asshole. Surprised and finding the act perverse, Chris squatted down a bit
more and shuffled forward still further, giving the horny fourteen-year-old
a better position to rim him. It felt wild having the hot teen singer
rimming his asshole, and his cock jerked up and down excitedly in arousal
and in anticipation of the blow job he was about to receive, though at the
moment he was in no hurry.
Meanwhile Aaron reached over with his left hand and reached up for Greg's
stiff cock, which at five-and-three-quarter inches was the second shortest
of the five boys that made up Dream Street. As he slowly began to stroke
it, Aaron wondered when the teenager had first jerked off, and how he'd
found out about it, and if many others had wanked him. Matt meanwhile
slipped farther down the bed and as he twisted around and gave Aaron's chest
a large lick, he felt Jesse reach down and slip his fingers about his stiff,
aching cock. As Jesse began to slowly pump his fist up and down his cock,
sending thrills up the length and through his body, Matt snuggled closer to
Aaron and nibbled on his left teat, causing the blond fourteen-year-old to
squirm with the combination of pleasure and arousal.
And so the six boys humped, sucked and jerked, the six of them quivering
with the ripples of pleasure pulsating through their young teen cocks, and
the six working their mouths, fists and anal sphincters to bring pleasure to
their partners. Frankie eased his hips back and forth at the
foot of the bed, working his thick cock in and out of Aaron's tight asshole
as Aaron worked his middle finger in and out of Jesse's tight hole. Both he
and Jesse constricted and relaxed their sphincters in time with the
penetration and withdrawal, both delighting in the pleasure of having
their anal rings stretched and their prostates massaged. Frankie inhaled
and exhaled deeply and wondered if a girl worked her cunt when she was
fucked like Aaron was constricting and relaxing his sphincter, and wondering
if it really was so wrong for a boy to find sexual pleasure with another
boy.
As Jesse slipped his mouth over Aaron's knob and began to go down on his
aching, itching dick, he began to pump his fist, working it up and down
Matt's throbbing cock as Matt eagerly licked Aaron's left nipple, causing it
to become hard. Jesse sucked gently on the tube meat of the young singer as
he slowly slid his lips up and down the shaft from the flanged knob to the
hairy base. He had no idea how sensitive Aaron was, but if Aaron was
anything like him, it would not take much to get him off. In case that was
so, he kept his lips away from the rim of his glans. He had over the past
three months come to realize that he loved to suck cock, and to be finger
fucked, and to be able to do both together was the hottest experience there
could be. Wanking off Matt was an added bonus.
Matt had mixed feelings about guy-guy sex. He had been brought up with
the belief that it was wrong, morally and legally. He'd also been brought
up with the belief that guys who liked other guys were effeminate and weak.
That was where it was confusing. Nobody could accuse any of the Dream
Street guys of being effeminate or weak, and Aaron certainly didn't come
across as a fairy, though he was definitely a mother's boy from the way his
mother was always hovering around him. He himself certainly wasn't queer,
yet he had enjoyed getting off with the Brewster brothers, and he was
enjoying being wanked off by Jesse at the moment. As for licking
Aaron's nipples, well, everyone else was doing something with him and he
figured he had to also, and Aaron's nipples were the only things left. He
knew from fiddling with his own when he jerked off alone how good it felt,
and he could only imagine how it would feel to have someone licking and
sucking them. Aaron certainly seemed to be enjoying it because his nipples
were both hard, and each time he ran his tongue over one of them Aaron
squirmed and twisted his chest.
Chris had shuffled a bit back and Aaron now was running his tongue up and
down the length of his stiff cock, which was just a bit shorter than
Frankie's and the second largest of the six boys. Like Matt, Chris was
having mixed feelings about what was happening. He'd sucked and been sucked
that eventful night three months ago and knew how great it felt to have a
hot, moist mouth sucking and working up and down your stiff. He had
rationalized three months ago and was rationalizing now that just because a
guy got aroused having sex with other guys, and just because it felt good,
it didn't necessarily mean he was gay. It just meant his cock was feeling
good. Hell, guys got horny and jerked off for satisfaction, and getting
sucked off was a hell of a lot better than doing yourself in the can. As
for the kisses he and Greg were exchanging, that didn't mean anything
either. They were good friends, and they were making each other feel good.
There was nothing wrong with that.
As Aaron pumped his fist up and down Greg's throbbing cock and Greg
exchanged kisses with Chris, Greg was feeling exactly the same. He'd jerked
off plenty of times, sometimes several times a day. That was only natural
for a healthy sixteen-year-old boy. Up until three months ago those jerk
off sessions had been in private and had mostly been with fantasies of
fucking or being sucked by one of the hot fans he'd seen in the audience, or
more often by any number of hot female celebrities he'd gotten to know.
Since meeting the Brewsters, those jerk off sessions he and the guys used to
do in private were now done in each other's presence. It seemed silly to
have to hide what they all did and they all enjoyed. To his surprise, he'd
found jerking off along with the others had been highly erotic. He had to
admit that getting his cock jerked off by someone else was even more
enjoyable than doing it himself along with the gang. As for kissing another
guy, that had been an impromptu act and just seemed like the thing to do.
They were friends after all, and they were having a group orgy. It wasn't
as if they were lovers.
Aaron was having no difficulty accepting what was happening. He opened
and closed his sphincter in time with Frankie's thrusts, enjoying feeling
the seventeen-year-old celebrity inside him. At the same time he sucked on
Chris's cock, enjoying giving the hot five-foot-six, sixteen-
year-old singer a blow job as much as he was enjoying being fucked. As he
worked his lips up and down the length of Chris's throbbing cock, he worked
his finger in and out of Jesse's asshole, knowing the pleasure his finger
was bringing the hot green-eyed fourteen-year-old. The fingers of his other
hand were tightly wrapped about still another cock and he thrilled with the
strength of that solid tube of flesh and with the way it throbbed in his
hand. He knew exactly how Greg was feeling. At the same time he squirmed
with the stimulation of his nipples as Matt licked and nibbled on one and
then the other causing ripples of pleasure to pulsate through his chest as
Frankie's cock caused similar ripples to pulsate through his asshole and
Jesse's mouth caused ripples of still another pleasure to pulsate through
his cock. He could feel the hot, throbbing pulse of the cock in his mouth
with his lips, and the cock in his left hand was throbbing just as hotly, as
was the hot, moist rectum his middle finger was fucking. It was totally
fucking awesome.
The hotel room was filled with the sounds of hot, passionate sex, with
the labored breathing of the six boys as they approached their climaxes. The
pounding of Frankie's hips and the pistoning of his thick, lubed cock in and
out of Aaron's asshole was accompanied by the thumping of pounding fists,
Jesse's and Aaron's, and the pistoning of Aaron's middle finger in and out
of Jesse's greased hole. Along with the heavy breathing was the slurping
and sucking of five mouths, Jesse and Aaron going down on hot, pulsating
cock, Matt lapping and sucking on Aaron's irritated teats, and Chris and
Greg eagerly sucking face as they approached their climaxes. The six formed
a tangle of pulsating, grunting, gasping boys, a multi-legged and multi-
armed monster with six hot, throbbing cocks about to explode.
Frankie thrust his hips to and fro as rapidly as he could as he felt the
pressure building in his loins and the itch around his dickhead become
unbearable. Jesse bobbed his head up and down Aaron's stiff five-inch cock
as his own cock jerked and throbbed from the massaging of his prostate, and
the fact it was untouched made the itch so unbearable the fourteen-year-old
blond wanted to scream. Matt felt his nuts begin to contract and he knew
any second now Jesse would be pumping a hot, shooting cannon. He attacked
Aaron's nipples savagely as his cock itched and burned with the anticipation
of ejaculation. Greg and Chris were gasping and panting also as they felt
their climaxes approaching and the two sixteen-year-olds wrapped their arms
about each other and kissed passionately, sucking on each other's lips as
they felt the pressure in their groins rapidly approaching their peaks.
Aaron wanked and sucked and finger fucked and worked his fucked asshole open
and closed and squirmed with the sweet irritation of his nipples. His
entire body itched and felt like it was about to explode in five different
places.
It was no surprise Aaron was the first to come, and he gave Jesse a
muffled warning seconds before he blasted. His cock throbbed hotly as shot
after shot erupted from his body and Jesse swallowed the thick, gooey cum as
fast as it shot into his mouth. At the same time Jesse's balls constricted
and he began to shoot his load over the naked body of the boy he was sucking
off, streamer after streamer lacing Aaron's heaving chest. Seeing the two
boys cumming, Frankie thrust his thick cock deep up Aaron's ass and began to
throb out his seed, shooting it deep up Aaron's hot, throbbing rectum. Matt
thrust his hips upward as he began to shoot also, and he clamped his lips
down on Aaron's left teat as his cum squirted out over Aaron's body, lacing
his thighs and his smooth butt with his streamers of cum. Greg and Chris
came also, Chris throbbing his thick, creamy cum down Aaron's throat and
Greg spattering Aaron's face, his hot cum shooting out in a rapid volley of
shots which stuck in globules in the young singer's blond hair and oozed
down his cheeks and his nose.
The room was filled with the fragrance of hot cum and the six boys gasped
and grunted loudly and uninhibitedly as their young nuts contracted and they
shot out their thick, voluminous juices. Frankie quivered as he shot his
seed deep up Aaron's ass as Chris trembled with his release, his thick cum
filling Aaron's mouth. Closing their eyes in ecstacy as they shot their
wads, Jesse and Aaron drank down the hot boy cum filling their mouths. At
the same time Matt and Greg groaned with their release as their hot, hard
bones throbbed in the now sticky hands that had jerked them off. Six hot,
horny boys gasped and grunted with the pleasure of their orgasms, and
the pleasure of having brought someone else off.
The boys finally disentangled and sat down on the bed around Aaron.
Frankie's dick, shining with KY and streaked with his cum and the moisture
from Aaron's anus began to droop and he sat there staring at it in a dazed
delight as he marveled at the pleasure of his first piece of ass. Jesse sat
up and looked down at Aaron, and the two smiled, both savoring the tart
flavor of cum coating their tongues and the inside of their mouths and
sharing in the knowledge of that exquisite taste. Matt sat up as Chris and
Greg sat down on the bed, all three boys flushed from their hot ejaculation,
their dicks still dripping with cum and still erect. Aaron looked from one
to the other in a daze, Frankie's cum having shot deep up his now empty
rectum, Chris's load now in his stomach, Jesse's streaking his chest, Matt's
streaking his thighs and butt, and Greg's dripping from his fingers and
spattered in his face, his own cum dripping from his still erect dick and
from Jesse's chin. He closed his eyes and inhaled the fragrance of cum and
boy sweat. This was a dream come true, and the tour was only half over.