Date: Thu, 22 Jan 2004 20:01:14 -0700
From: Dream Spinner <authorsix@hotmail.com>
Subject: "Aaron and Brandon: The Cure" (t/t, celeb)

Caution/Welcome.  Having given Brandon Hargest, one of the singer/dancers
in his opening group Jump 5 on his fall 2002 Rock, Rap and Retro tour, a
bad case of hot nuts and a perpetual boner, and then having caused him to
cream his underwear, Aaron plans a cure that will solve both of their
problems despite the fact that the young teenage performer is as straight
as they come, and a devout Christian besides.  This story does not reflect
nor imply a real event nor the real sexual orientation of these two hot
young performers.  It is the twenty-fifth of stand alone stories in a
series of Aaron Carter and Friends fanfic gay fantasies and chronologically
follows the story "Aaron and Brandon: The Seduction".  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.  Lyrics are copyrights of Jump 5.  Comments and
suggestions for other cures for perpetual erections, teenage and otherwise,
can be sent to the author J.O. Dickingson at authorsix@hotmail.com

                  AARON AND BRANDON: THE CURE

     Having creamed his boxers in Aaron's hotel room, the result of an
exceptionally vigorous and erotic massage by Aaron, Brandon had been
relieved to find nobody in the showers when he got back to the room he
occupied with his mother and sister and only other male performer on the
tour, Christopher Fedun.  He went straight to the bathroom before anyone
could smell the spunk on his body or see the damp stains already beginning
to appear in the crotch of his red fleece jogging pants.  Pealing off his
sticky blue and white striped Joe Boxers, he unrolled a wad of toilet paper
and frantically tried to wipe off the inside of his underwear, but by then
most of his load had soaked into the cloth.  Panicking, he didn't know what
to do.  He could wash them out in the sink but then they'd be soaked and
how could he explain that!  He could wash them and wear them wet but that
would be uncomfortable, and besides, he had to change costumes and Chris
would notice.  He could wear them as they were and hope they'd dry, but
that would be even more uncomfortable.  He rolled them up and decided he
would toss them in with the costumes for the laundry after their
performance and hope their condition would not be noticed.
     Stepping into the shower, he glanced down at his sticky, damp groin.
His semierect cock glistened with its coating of his juice and his hairs
were wet and pasted together with glossy smears like he'd attempted to gel
them.  His testicles had descended again and were smeared with cum.
Turning the water on full blast and adjusting the temperature until it was
as hot as he could bear it, he lathered up his fingers and ran them over
his crotch.  He had never felt so unclean, physically and morally.  He
scrubbed his chest, stomach and thighs vigorously and lathered and rinsed
his hairs repeatedly.  He hesitated to touch his penis but he had to clean
it.  Lathering up his fingers, he transferred the soap to his organ and his
testicles.  Why had it happened?  What was wrong with him?  All Aaron had
done was give him a massage.  Why had he boned up, and then had an
emission?  He knew the story of Onan and how he had spilled his seed on the
ground and God had killed him for it.  It was in the very first part of the
Bible, Genesis.  He knew of Mathew and Luke and Leviticus and all the
others who warned of the uncleanliness of emissions.  That had been a major
focus of bible study just around the time he had reached puberty.
     Having had an ejaculation was bad enough, but to have done so because
he was being touched by a guy, that was major!  How could something like
that happen?  He was a good boy.  He did whatever his parents told him and
he lead a good, Christian life.  He read the Bible and followed God's Word.
He and the others even prayed before they went on stage, and he didn't know
about the others, but he prayed that he'd do well so as to entertain the
audience and make them feel good.  Was this some sort of test, like God had
tested Lot and Job and the others?  God did seem to do that a lot.  But why
him?  He was just a kid, a kid who liked to perform and to have an impact
on other's lives, a good impact.
     "Brandon?  Brandon!"  Brandon slowly became aware of his mother
calling his name.  "Leave some hot water for the rest of us.  You've been
in there an hour!"
     An hour?  Had it really been that long?  He rinsed himself off and
stepped out of the tub.  Drying himself off, he carefully ran his fingers
over his testicles and rolled his limp penis between his thumb and fingers.
He slowly brought his hand to his nose and inhaled.  All he could smell was
the fresh, clean scented soap.  At least the stench of his sin had been
washed away.
     Two doors down Aaron was in the bathroom too, sitting on the toilet
and sniffing his cum-soaked underwear.  He wished it was Brandon's boxers
he was holding and sniffing instead.  Why hadn't he been thinking?  He
could have suggested Brandon leave them there and he'd take care of getting
them cleaned.  It would be so fucking wild jacking off and sniffing
Brandon's cum-drenched boxers.  He loved the fragrance of cum, of sweaty
balls, of boy sweat, of boy sex.  In that way he and Brandon were total
opposites.  However, like Brandon he had the dilemma of what to do with his
soiled underwear.  Having no choice and hoping his mother would not notice,
he added them to the dirty clothes to be laundered along with the daily
laundry of his costumes.
     He stepped into the shower, having delayed washing the cum from his
body for as long as he could, and as he lathered up, he thought of Brandon.
Of course he boned up.  He closed his eyes and imagined he and Brandon
showering together.  He imagined Brandon reaching down and soaping up his
stiff dick, running his fingers over his balls, rolling them in his soapy
fingers.  As he ran a soapy hand over his chest, he imagined washing
Brandon's chest, rubbing his nipples.  He'd gotten Brandon's nipples hard
that afternoon.  Fuck, that was so fucking hot massaging him with his top
pushed up to his pits and his jogging pants down at his ankles.  It was
freaking wicked feeling his nipples getting hard, getting hard because of
his caresses, sweet innocent Christian boy that he was!  And that tent in
his boxers.  Oh fuck, he had to have a big one!  Aaron imagined slipping
his hands inside the fly of those blue and white striped boxers, grabbing
the tent pole and stroking it.  He wondered if Brandon was cut or uncut.
It didn't matter.  He loved cock either way.  As he felt his balls begin to
tighten and the pressure beginning to build in his groin, he recalled how
hot it had been massaging Brandon's thighs, and how wicked it had been when
Brandon had shot his load in his boxers, and how hot it was creaming his
own underwear.  Aaron threw back his head and gasped in ecstasy as his
thick, teen cum spurted from his throbbing cock and sprayed the tiled wall
of the shower.  It was so fucking hot being a guy!
     Brandon's self-consciousness was evident to everyone that night.  Oh
he put on a good enough performance and didn't mess up, but you could tell
he was having difficulty focussing, and that his routine was off.  And,
also obvious, was that he was especially uncomfortable in Aaron's presence.
He was constantly glancing over at Aaron but the moment Aaron began to look
his way he immediately looked elsewhere, and if he began to glance over at
Aaron and noticed Aaron was looking at him he'd immediately flush a bright
red.  When Aaron was performing and he was waiting backstage, he looked
everywhere else except at the young performer.  His behaviour was so
obvious that both Mrs Hargest and Jane Carter asked their sons after the
performance if something had happened between the two of them that
afternoon, and if anything was wrong.
     Of course Brandon quickly said there was nothing wrong and was
especially emphatic that nothing had happened.  If his mother found out
what had happened he would absolutely die, but he knew there was no chance
of that happening.  There was no way that Aaron would reveal what had
happened to him.  At least he was pretty sure he wouldn't.  Aaron was
likely just as shocked as he was, and just as disgusted.  So perhaps he
would tell his mother, perhaps out of concern for his physical or mental
well-being, there obviously being something wrong to have been aroused by a
boy and to have ejaculated like that.  Even more likely he would tell
because of his disgust.  He and the others had been told Mrs Carter had
been particularly emphatic about the moral behaviour of Jump 5 and her
expectations before giving them the contract.  Aaron didn't seem anywhere
near as pure and innocent as she and all the press made out.  He didn't
even have a Bible never mind read it.  Even so, he wasn't into smoking or
drugs and although he'd been talking a lot about girls and in a sexual,
demeaning sense, that wasn't exactly unusual for a fourteen-year-old, or
for a fifteen-year-old for that matter.  He certainly was no perv that was
into guys!  Every performance he'd bring one of the girl fans up on the
stage.  A queer wouldn't do that.
     Aaron similarly avowed that there was nothing wrong, and that all he'd
done was show Brandon some of his routines and they'd tried a few of them.
Having raised four girls and two boys, Jane Carter knew when a story was
being presented too emphatically, but short of interrogating Brandon, she
knew she had no way of disproving Aaron's story, and knowing how Aaron and
Nick collaborated, she had no doubt if the boys were up to something they
would have made sure their story was straight.  Besides, she knew her son,
and she knew that although he was mischievous, he was not a bad boy.  Most
likely what had happened is that the boys had gotten into a tiff about
something.  Teenage girls certainly did, all the time.  Likely it was
something about Brandon's performance.  Other boys were jealous of Aaron's
abilities, and that he was the main act, and they did not take criticism
from him well, especially him being younger than them, and it would be like
her son to offer his advice.
     Aaron hoped Brandon remembered that he'd told his mother that they
were going through some of his routines, just in case his mother and
Brandon's checked stories later, which he knew mothers do.  He also hoped
Brandon was not feeling so guilty he'd do something stupid like tell his
mother he'd shot off a load while he'd been giving him a massage.  No
matter how embarrassed and guilty he felt, surely he would not say anything
about that!
  On the other hand, he knew how deeply religious and moral Brandon and his
family were.  He and the rest of Jump 5 even prayed before going on stage!
Having shot off a load had to be really messing up his mind, and especially
having shot off while a guy was giving him a massage.  That would be
catastrophic if he told.  Fuck, his mother watched him enough as it was.
If she figured he was messing around with guys she'd put him on twenty-four
hour guard.  He remembered the fit she'd had when Nick had been arrested
that time in the nightclub at the beginning of the year.  Her reaction to
him messing around with a guy would be ten times as bad.  He worried all
night, and even though Brandon's mother didn't approach his the next
morning, it didn't alleviate his fears.
     Brandon avoided him all that day, and his performance that night was
even worse than the night before.  He was not only definitely off his
routine, but it was especially bad in Aaron's presence, which worried Aaron
even more that his mother would do some of her probing, something she did
well, to protect him of course, though he suspected also protecting
herself.  Though not as bad as some, she was a stage mom, and his manager.
     The next day as they flew to San Juan Puerto Rico, Aaron noticed his
PR agent, Mike Ryan, was watching him, and not only that, but that each
time he caught him, Mike quickly flushed and looked away.  Of course he had
to have noticed the problems Brandon had been having.  Aaron wondered if
his mom had talked to him, maybe suggested Mike talk to him about Brandon.
That would be like her.  Mike had over the past weeks become a father
figure to the three boys on tour.  Well, he was a bit young to be a father
figure.  It was more of an older brother model, there to offer advice, to
listen.
     A sudden thought came to Aaron.  Maybe his mother had asked Mike to
talk to Brandon.  Maybe he already had, and Brandon had confessed what had
happened.  Brandon could do that.  He was so damn religious and pure, and
Mike would be like a priest to him, hearing his confession.  Oh fuck!  Did
Mike know what they'd done?  Was that why he was looking so uncomfortable
and embarrassed?  Was he thinking what sort of pervert he was, seducing a
straight boy like Brandon and the two of them creaming their underwear?
Aaron's heart sank.  He liked Mike.  He liked him a lot.  He was like a
brother, sort of taking Nick's place while they were on tour.  He'd hate to
think Mike thought he was a perv or a fag or something.  Of course it
wasn't like Mike to look down on someone for any reason, and especially for
being gay.  He was too cool for that.  It all had to be in his imagination.
Mike was just concerned about him, worried that there had been something
between him and Brandon, not something sexual, but a fight or something.
That was much more like Mike, to be concerned about him.  As tempting as it
was, Aaron avoided looking over at Mike for the rest of the flight, afraid
he'd catch Mike looking at him, afraid what he might see in Mike's eyes.
     Arriving at Puerto Rico, the two boys were so busy setting up for
their performance and practising their routines they had no time to think
about that afternoon in Wantagh.  They were all so pumped up for the
performance they all put on one of the best performances of the tour, much
to the relief of their parents and managers.
     Their next performance was not until the eighteenth in Manchester, New
Hampshire, giving the performers a two-day break.  Mainly that was because
they had not been able to book another performance, but in part it was
because the tour was winding down and they needed the break, something
which the adults believed was confirmed by Brandon's difficulty, and nobody
could deny the wear was beginning to show on all of them.  Besides, what
better place could the young performers be given a bit of a holiday and a
reward for their hard work on the tour than on the beautiful tropical
island of Puerto Rico?
     Their parents had arranged some organized time for them, like a tour
of the ancient Spanish fortresses in Old San Juan, and a tour of La
Fortaleza, which was once a fortress and was now the Governor's Palace.  Of
course given that they were all performers, that first free evening their
managers had arranged for them to attend a musical performance featuring
the Caribbean island's unique folk dances and music, including a medley of
jibaro music, a combination of Spanish, African and Taino Indian music that
had them all keeping time with their feet and fingers. Several of the songs
were sung by a handsome Hispanic boy playing the cuatro, a five- string
guitar unique to Puerto Rico, and for a brief time Aaron's mind was
focussed on a boy other than Brandon.  The rest of their break was
dedicated to laying on the beach and swimming in the ocean, and given the
eighty plus degree weather, it was a welcome diversion for the adults and
young performers alike.  To the relief of their parents, Brandon and Aaron
seemed to have gotten over their difference or whatever had happened, and
in that they were right.  It is very difficult to maintain your anxiety on
a tropical island and in the company of good friends.
     "Oh mannn, this is awesome," sighed Brandon as he stretched out in the
shade on the beach and reached for another Doctor Pepper.
     "It sure is," agreed Aaron as he glanced around.  He meant laying
around soaking up some rays on the beach and swimming in the ocean, two of
his most favourite pastimes in the world having been raised in California,
Florida and now the Keys, and just relaxing and enjoying the exotic West
Indian atmosphere of the tropical island, just as Brandon had meant.
Equally as awesome though were the scads of scantily dressed Hispanic boys
in bikini swimsuits and tight Speedos with their smooth, swarthy skin and
dark, sexy eyes and wickedly trim bodies.  He glanced over at Brandon and
licked his lips as he debated making the next statement.  It was a
wonderful afternoon and he did not want to spoil it, but it was something
that had to be said some time or another, and he was not going to achieve
his goal, which in a few days would be impossible, if he didn't make a move
now.
     "So, you've gotten over the, ah, surprise of the other day," he
observed cautiously.  The two of them were laying alone on the beach, the
adults having retreated for the lounge in their air-conditioned hotel or
the mall and the others presently playing beach ball or in the water.
     Brandon's face immediately clouded.  He had been enjoying himself and
had gotten over his anxiety, but he'd never totally put that afternoon out
of his mind.  It was especially difficult whenever in Aaron's presence, and
the simple question brought all the worry and anxiety back.  Like Aaron, he
did not want to talk about it, but he knew he had to if he was going to
come to terms with what had happened and move on.  "I don't know if I'll
ever get over, ah, that," he responded quietly.
     "Hey, don't sweat it.  It happens," Aaron replied, smiling in empathy.
     "I just don't understand why it did.  I mean I wasn't thinking about
girls or anything.  And I'm not gay," he added quickly and firmly.
     You didn't have to be a genius or a psychologist to pick up on
Brandon's defensiveness and bias.  Anger and hurt flashed up inside Aaron.
Brandon might not be gay, but he was, and there wasn't anything wrong with
that, nothing at all!  Besides, two guys could have a sexual experience
together with having to be gay.  He and Vinicius had way back when they
were ten, and two days ago he and Brandon had, of sorts.  As he rose up on
his arms, he was all the more determined that they would have another
experience together, a more intimate one, and he would show the
holier-than-thou prude just how good sex between guys could be!
     Initially he'd simply been horny and had pursued the innocent
fifteen-year-old for no other reason than to get himself off and because
Brandon was the most likely to help him do that.  As he began to pursue
that goal, he slowly realized that he'd be seducing a naive, not to mention
straight, fellow performer and that idea got him all the hornier and gave
him even more impetus.  After the two of them had filled their underwear,
the idea of getting it on with Brandon grew even stronger, the surfacing of
Brandon's sexual side giving him hope.  Now, he had the added motive of
showing the fifteen-year-old that there was nothing wrong with two guys
enjoying each other's body, and that was a strong motive.
     "Well, hey, you were as tense as a snare drum.  It's no surprise you
exploded.  I mean, we're flesh and blood and hormones, right?"  Brandon
slowly nodded.  "To be honest, I see you're still boning up."  Brandon
could not deny that.  It was happening.  "I think what you need is
something more intensive than a massage," Aaron suggested carefully.
     "Something more intensive?"
     "You masturbate?"
     "No," replied Brandon sharply.
     He said it so quickly Aaron wondered if he was one of those guys who
felt guilty about it and so lied, or if he really was so pure.  Either way
it did not bode well for what he wanted to propose, and from the emphatic
denial Aaron momentarily considered dropping the entire conversation and
his entire project.  It would take a little checking out and it could be
risky, but he could probably find a hot Hispanic boy to get it off with
him.  Actually, the sight of all the hot Hispanic boys on the beach having
gotten him hot and knowing his chances of getting it on with Brandon were
rapidly becoming fewer and fewer with only four shows left, ultimately
strengthened his resolve rather than weakened it and he pressed his issue.
"And you've never had sex with anyone, girls or guys."
     "Of course not."  Not every teenager was a sex maniac and a deviate.
In fact most weren't.
     "Then it's only natural what happened.  A body has to have some
release."
     "Yeah. I know about wet dreams."  This was embarrassing, but Brandon
was eager to solve his difficulties with his errant penis, and to put to
rest the incident in Aaron's hotel room.
     "Yeah, wet dreams are nature's way of providing that release of sexual
tension.  But sometimes it takes more than that."
     "More?"
     "Yeah."  Brandon's blank look of innocence caused a twitch in Aaron's
Speedos.  God, he was so innocent!  "You know," Aaron said with a leer as
he cupped his fingers and jerked his fist.
     "Masturbate?" Brandon whispered with a gasp.
     "Yeah."
     "The Bible says that is wrong."
     "It does?"
     "Well, it doesn't say, well, you know, that doing, you know, is wrong.
But Onan split his seed on the ground and God killed him, and the Bible
says body emissions are unclean."
     "Well, I suppose they are unclean in a way.  But hey, a guy shoots his
stuff in a woman, so it can't be that unclean, can it?"  Brandon had not
considered that.  Actually it was not a topic he'd dwelled much on.  He had
been told it was wrong and had accepted it.  "Besides, the Bible says a lot
of things that we don't believe today.  Like when was the last time you
heard God ask someone to sacrifice his son, or saw a priest butcher a calf
on the church altar?  In the Bible it was okay to stone people to death.
We don't believe that today.  Not in America."
     Brandon had heard the criticisms of the Bible before.  Some had even
been raised in Bible study.  He knew things changed, and that there were
different interpretations.  It didn't make his beliefs wrong.  He knew a
bit more about it in this case as he'd been curious about the Bible's
teachings in that he knew many boys gave into the temptation, and he
himself had felt the urges and had come close to succumbing to the
temptation.  He knew not everyone, even preachers, condemned masturbation.
He had resisted, choosing to side with the view he knew his parents would
want him to, and that most of his peers held.
     "You saying if I masturbate I'll stop getting erections during the
performances?"
     "Well, I don't think that will stop it totally, not considering how
strong your sexual tension evidently is.  Besides, like I said before, our
performances are erotic, and we can't ignore the reaction of the fans or
that their reaction is largely sexual.  No, what I think you need is to get
it out of your system.  A long, drawn-out, wild orgy."
     "Yeah, right," chuckled Brandon.  Now Aaron had to be putting him on.
     "Seriously."
     Brandon stared at his fellow teen and performer.  Aaron was much more
of a pro when it came to performing and touring, and probably when it came
to sex besides despite being nine months younger than he was.  There were
those rumours about Dream Street, though nobody knew exactly what had
happened there, and maybe his mother had been so emphatic about only
contracting sound, Christian groups because she saw Aaron was being led
into temptation, or would at least be susceptible.  "You're serious."
     "Yeah."
     "And just who do you propose I have this orgy with?" he asked,
suspecting Aaron was going to suggest his fellow performers, Libby or
Lesley, or maybe one of the No Secrets.  They were all attractive girls,
and all around their age.
     "Me."
     "You?" Brandon choked.  He was totally caught off guard.  That
response he had not suspected.
     "You needn't sound like I was some ugly old ogre or something."
     "You're a guy."
     "Last time I looked."
     "That's a sin."
     "Oh com'on, having sex with me won't be that bad!" Aaron joked.
Joking, he had learned, made it a lot easier to convince people, and made
it easier to get out of a situation if a guy had to.
     "Honestly.  It's . . .  it's against God's way.  It says in Leviticus.
  Thou shalt not lie with mankind, as with womankind: it is an abomination.
And in Chapter Twenty, Verse Thirteen, if a man also lie with mankind, as
he lieth with a woman, both of them have committed an abomination: they
shall surely be put to death; their blood shall be upon them."
     "Like I said, the Bible says a lot of stuff we don't believe in
anymore.  We don't kill people just because they are gay these days."
     Well, that was true, but God did.  "God destroyed Sodom and Gomorrah
because the men lusted after other men, even the angels God had sent down
to earth."
     "Well, that's not exactly true."
     "What?"  Brandon's eyes widened not just in surprise but in shock that
Aaron would question the word of the Bible.
     "God destroyed Sodom because the citizens were being inhospitable to
others, and tried to exert their power over others by raping them, and
stuff like that."  Aaron was no authority on the Bible, or Jewish history,
but he did cruise the Internet, and he had found a series of stories that
had become one of his favourites, the Brewster Adventures by J.O.
Dickingson.  In one of them, a story about Yom Kippur, the four brothers
who were the heros of the story had travelled back in time to that very
event, with a very different interpretation about what had happened.  It
made for a very erotic tale and a great story to jerk to, and he'd found
out from more surfing of the net later that it was an interpretation held
by others.
     The others joined them and they left off their conversation.
Returning to his room, the first thing Brendan did after changing was look
up the story of Sodom in the Bible.  The problem with the Bible was that it
was often written so that it wasn't clear exactly what was meant.
Statements like wanting to know the strangers, and being punished for their
wickedness could be interpreted in various ways, including Aaron's.  It did
make him think, and everyone who knew him had said he was the shy, studious
one of the group.  One thing he knew for sure was that he did desperately
want to put an end to his problem.  Considering Aaron's past advice, Aaron
had been right about the tight underwear helping hide the problem, and
about the massage reducing his tension.  If having sex was the only way to
stop from boning up, then there could not be anyone better than Aaron to do
it with, and if that was the case, he only had six more days.  After that
who knew if they would ever meet again?  There was even the possibility
that they would never have another opportunity like they had that day.
     Deciding he could not wait until after supper, he called on Aaron and
announced his decision.  In the hope that he'd been convincing, Aaron had
already checked out the immediate area for a place where he could enact his
"cure" in case the hotel rooms were not available.  Glad that the two boys
were getting along, neither parent objected when Aaron and Brandon told
them they were going to pick something up at the Subway across the street
to eat and go exploring the shoreline.  With his heart fluttering with
anticipation and his cock aching with joy, Aaron lead Brandon a short
distance from the hotel strip where the shore became rocky and the average
tourist was not likely to venture.  Climbing over the rocky outcrop covered
with sharp-edged barnacles which further discouraged even the adventurous
local, they came to a small cove totally surrounded on three sides by steep
cliffs topped by crumbling overhangs fenced off to prevent people from
coming too close to the edge.  A warning sign indicated that the narrow
beach of white sand presently exposed was totally submerged during high
tide.
     "So, what do we do?"
     "Just relax and leave everything to me, and when you feel the impulse,
just copy what I do, or do whatever seems right," Aaron replied with a
reassuring smile, thinking back to his introduction to sex under the
guidance of Justin Berfield.  A lot had happened since that hot afternoon
in the hay loft at Pineview Farm.
     Wrapping an arm about Brandon, Aaron drew him close and kissed him
before the boy had a chance to change his mind.  It was an awkward kiss,
the type of kiss exchanged between two uncertain and new lovers, or between
boys who are experimenting to see what kissing was all about.  It certainly
was not the tender, loving type of kiss Aaron had recently exchanged with
Shad Moss and Jesse McCartney, nor the hot, lustful kisses like he'd
exchanged with Justin Berfield or David Gallagher.  The difference, and
that it was with someone totally new and totally inexperienced, made it
unique, and that uniqueness made it hot for Aaron.  It was almost like
experiencing his first time all over again, an experience he often thought
about in his jerk off sessions.  As for Brandon, it was the first kiss he'd
exchanged with someone that wasn't a peck on the cheek or a greeting or
birthday kiss with a relative, and that was enticing, though it was also
frightening.
     The second kiss was much the same, as was the third, but the fourth
was a bit longer and with just a bit of feeling.  Both boys were very
conscious of what they were doing, where their hands were at all times, how
much pressure they were applying with their lips, of their breathing, of
everything around them.  It was awkward and artificial and both knew it.
Aaron also knew what it could turn into, and so he persisted, and as he
knew it would, each kiss became just that much more meaningful and natural
than the previous.  By the twelfth their kisses had become drawn out and if
not passionate, were at least with feeling.  Brandon's lips were soft and
thin, and Aaron could not help but begin getting turned on knowing no other
boy had ever kissed those lips.  The novelty of kissing another boy and
being kissed for the explicit purpose of getting turned on was beginning to
have its effect on Brandon too.  As they pressed their lips together and
sucked in, locking their lips for at least a thirty-second count, the two
boys began to feel the beginning ache of desire deep in their chests.
Aaron was an experienced sex maniac, and Brandon was a fast learner.
     Pulling Brandon's shirt out of his baggy cargo pants, Aaron slipped
his hands under it and caressed and massaged Brandon's smooth, muscular
back.  Reminding him of the massage he'd received from Aaron in his hotel
room, Brandon felt a stirring between his legs.  Figuring this was one of
those impulse moments Aaron had talked about, he tugged on Aaron's
short-sleeved shirt, pulling it out of his faded jeans, and slipped his
hands under it and over Aaron's smooth, warm skin.  His cock immediately
began to swell as he began to massage Aaron's warm, firm muscles and as
Aaron's skilful fingers continued to massage his.
     Unbuttoning Brandon's shirt, Aaron slipped it off his shoulders and
allowed it to drop on the beach, and continuing to caress his back, Aaron
resumed kissing him as Brandon similarly unbuttoned his shirt and removed
it.  Wrapping his arms about Brandon, Aaron pressed his naked chest against
his, thrilling at the touch of warm, naked skin against warm, naked skin.
He kissed Brandon passionately and was delighted when Brandon responded by
wrapping his arms about him and drawing his body closer, returned the kiss
with just as much desire.
  He was a fast study!
     Despite the promising start, Aaron knew this was the
fifteen-year-old's first time, and he knew he had to go slow and cautiously
so as not to scare him off.  Besides, there was certainly nothing wrong
with extended foreplay!  So, it was a good ten minutes later before Aaron
dared to reach down and unbuckle Brandon's belt, and slowly pull down his
fly.  Unsnapping the top button, he let Brandon's bulky cargo pants drop to
his ankles.  To his delight, Brandon had chosen to put on the red bikini
underwear they had purchased together.  Barely large enough to conceal his
cock in its natural, limp state, it was doing a poor job now that he was
half erect.  With the exposure of his underwear, Brandon's cock swelled
still further, causing the knob to begin pushing out the elastic waistband
and causing Brandon to blush with embarrassment.
     Again following Aaron's lead as Aaron ran his fingers lightly over the
small of his back and on down over his backside, Brandon unbuckled Aaron's
belt and pulled down the fly of his jeans.  That, pulling down another
boy's zipper, he found was surprisingly erotic, and Brandon felt his penis
swell a bit more so that it was now tenting out his tight bikini briefs.
Having never removed someone else's clothing before, he fumbled a bit with
the button at the top of Aaron's jeans before he got it undone.  The
fumbling made his inexperience all the more evident and the eroticism of
making out with the naive teenager all the hotter for Aaron, his own dick
now fully erect and bulging out his tight, white Calvin Klein jockey
briefs.
     His jeans being tight, they stayed on his hips as the two boys
continued to kiss and caress.  Aaron focussed more now on Brandon's firm,
compact butt, and as he caressed Brandon's backside he was delighted as
Brandon pushed his jeans farther down and began to caress his own butt.
His cock throbbed impatiently in his tight briefs, and Brandon's impressive
pole, now also fully erect, was peaking out his skimpy bikini briefs.
Their breaths growing deeper and more prolonged with their growing arousal,
they helped each other out of their pants, supporting each other as they
stepped out of them and crouching down to pull them off over their runners.
The two sat down on the beach facing each other and Aaron quickly unlaced
Brandon's runners and pulled them off, along with his socks as Brandon did
the same to him.
     Spreading apart Brandon's legs, Aaron wiggled up between them like a
crab so he was sitting on the sand with his knees raised and his legs over
each of Brandon's.  He wrapped his arms about Brandon's neck and leaning
forward he kissed him.  Brandon returned the kiss.  Slowly slipping his
hands down along Brandon's sides to his hips, Aaron continued to kiss him
for a few more minutes before slowly slipping his fingers under the elastic
band of his bikini underwear and beginning to push them down.  Brandon
again followed Aaron's lead.  Similarly slipping his hands down along
Aaron's sides, he too slipped his fingers under the elastic of Aaron's
briefs and began to ease his underwear down over his hips.  Their stiff,
projecting cocks did not make the removal of their tight underwear easy,
but by then the two boys were feeling so horny they had lost any
inhibitions and they in turn untangled their legs and raised their buttocks
so their underwear could be removed.
     Brandon blushed a bright red as Aaron sat back down and openly stared
at his now fully exposed erection.  It was the first time another boy had
ever seen his cock when it was erect, and he felt a mix of embarrassment
and shame being so exposed and in that condition, but also a mix of arousal
and excitement.  Most powerful of all though, was his feeling of anxiety.
He was horny, but he was not sure this was right, and he had no idea
exactly what Aaron was going to do, nor what Aaron was going to be
expecting of him.  He glanced over at Aaron's erection, fighting years of
training telling him boys did not expose that part of their body to anyone,
and that to stare at another's genitals was shameful.  Fully feeling the
shame, he also felt lust welling up between his legs as he stared at
Aaron's slender, stiff cock.  It was the first time he'd ever seen anther
boy's penis in that condition, and it was intriguing.  Aaron's organ was
more slender than his, and perhaps half an inch shorter, and the skin had
pulled right back, revealing Aaron's mushroom-shaped glans whereas his own
skin remained pulled up over the lower half of his more bulb-like knob.
     He tensed and that this had been a mistake and he should call a stop
to it flashed through his mind as Aaron began to reach over.  Before
Brandon could reach a decision and announce it Aaron had loosely wrapped
his fingers about his stiff cock.  Holding it by the base, he appeared to
be admiring it as he slowly eased his fingers toward the tip, grasping the
stiff organ just tightly enough so as to push the foreskin forward as he
drew up his fingers.  As the skin and then Aaron's gentle fingers slowly
slid over the sensitive rim of his knob, the naive, inexperienced teenager
quivered with the pleasure that shot through the rim and caused the tip of
his dick to tingle.  He was immediately reminded of the pleasure he'd felt
rippling through his dick when Aaron had rocked him against the mattress of
his bed the day he'd given him the massage and had caused him to shoot in
his underwear.  That both frightened and further aroused him as he sat
there on the hot sand, helplessly looking down at his crotch and at Aaron's
fingers wrapped about his swollen member.
     Aaron slowly eased his fingers back down over the rim of Brandon's
glans and down his shaft, pulling his foreskin back down, not to where it
had been, but further down until it was fully stretched back and his entire
knob was exposed.  Brandon trembled, in part because of the sharp pleasure
the action had brought, but more so out of nervous excitement and the fear
that came with the novelty of what was happening.  The knob of his swollen
penis felt strange, sort of raw and unprotected exposed to the air like
that with the skin pulled right back, somehow different from being exposed
while taking a shower and being covered with lather.  An even stranger
feeling was having another boy holding his erection and slowly working his
fingers up and down it.  It was not a bad feeling.
     Aaron was in ecstasy.  He was jacking off a boy who not only had never
been jacked off before, but had never even done it to himself.  Fifteen
years old and he had never experienced what he was presently experiencing.
That was so totally wicked Aaron's stiff cock wagged in the air with
excitement like a dog's tail and he could swear he could feel his cum
churning in his balls.  Brandon's cock was only slightly longer than his,
less than a finger width, and having begun to consistently check on his own
length, that meant it had to probably be about five-and- three-quarter
inches.  It was a beautifully shaped cock with a smooth, straight shaft and
a bulb- like glans, the shaft a pale pink like Brandon's untanned stomach
and the glans a delightful shade of reddish-purple.  It was rock hard, and
as he squeezed his fingers about it Aaron could feel the same three equally
spaced ridges as his own.  He continued to stare at the swollen organ as he
slowly began to draw his fingers back up.
     Brandon could not sit still as Aaron slowly slid his fingers up and
down his throbbing cock.  He still felt guilty, having heard repeatedly
from his parents and through his church that masturbation was filthy and
evil, and that engaging in it with another boy was an even greater sin, but
he also felt aroused, not unlike the arousal he felt when he achieved the
next level in a video game.  He not only found the pleasure rippling
through his swollen, throbbing cock enjoyable, but he did not want it to
stop, and was looking forward to having another ejaculation.  It did feel
good, very good, which really was not a surprise in that it seemed like
everything his parents forbade or the church prohibited felt good.  As he
sat there and stared at Aaron's hand slowly sliding up and down his
throbbing bone, the sight of another boy's fingers grasping and caressing
his cock sent a sharp pang of erotic arousal through the swollen member.
     That was another of those impulse moments Aaron had mentioned.
Glancing over at Aaron's stiff, twitching cock, he slowly reached out for
it.  He knew that touching another boy's privates was dirty and a sin, but
he could not resist the temptation.  He was curious, and he could not deny
the desire besides, and besides that, he owed Aaron the same pleasure as
Aaron was providing him.  Nervously slipping his fingers about the shaft,
he was surprised how stiff Aaron's boner felt.  He'd of course felt his own
plenty of times, though only briefly and only when he had a morning piss
hardon, or through his pants when it popped up and he tried to adjust it so
it wasn't so evident and so uncomfortable.  His own had never felt as stiff
nor as hot as Aaron's.
     He slowly and cautiously eased his fingers up Aaron's shaft, pushing
his foreskin, which had formed a collar just below his glans, up over the
mushroom-shaped knob.  It felt very strange, having his fingers around
someone else's cock.  It was the most private part of one's body, and he
was touching it.  Even stranger was easing his fingers along it.  He was
not just holding another boy's cock, he was playing with it!  He slowly
eased his fingers back down, drawing Aaron's foreskin back, and hoped he
was doing it right and Aaron was finding it enjoyable.
     Brandon's hesitancy and irregular stroking reminded Aaron once again
of his naivety, and that this was not only the first time the
fifteen-year-old had touched another boy's cock, but was the first time
he'd ever jerked off any cock, including his own.  That was such a rush
that Aaron, who had been aching to get off a load for some time as it was,
felt the desire quickly welling up in his groin only seconds after Brandon
began stroking him.  He considered trying to concentrate on something else
to prolong their act, or telling Brandon to only stroke his shaft so as not
to stimulate the sensitive rim of his glans, but he quickly rejected both
ideas.  Hell, he was jacking off a straight, Bible-reading boy who had
never been jacked off before, and the staunch Christian teenager was
jacking off a boy, him, for the very first time.  That was fucking hot, and
meant to be enjoyed to the fullest.  The cock he had his fingers wrapped
about had never been touched by another boy before, and it was hot and
aching with pleasure, and the fingers wrapped about his throbbing bone had
never been wrapped about a cock before, and it was hot and aching too.  He
looked up at Brandon and the concentration in the teenager's deep blue eyes
as he studied his pumping fist and the pleasure behind that look was so
fucking wicked he could not hold back.
     As his cum raced up the core of his cock and gushed out the tip, Aaron
inhaled deeply and continued to watch Brandon's face.  Brandon's eyes
widened slightly with surprise and with apprehension with the first
squirts, and then shame and guilt washed over his face along with disgust
as the cock in his hand continued to squirt, and just as quickly his eyes
were filled with lust and his lips parted with overwhelming pleasure.  As
Brandon's swollen cock suddenly throbbed deeper and more violently than the
rhythmic throbbing he'd grown accustomed to, a sensation he had only felt
once before in a conscious state, the still innocent teenager tensed and
thrust his hips out.  Aaron knew what that staccato of throbbing signalled,
and seconds later Brandon's eyes took on still another look, the dazed look
of a boy overcome by his orgasm.
     The splat of something hot and sticky against his stomach, quickly
followed by several more splats, drew Aaron's attention away from Brandon's
face and to his belly.  As he watched Brandon's swollen cock spew forth his
cum and the thick streamers of semen strike his body and begin to ooze down
over his stomach to collect in slimy gobs in his hairs, he squirmed with
the erotic pleasure of being sprayed by the virgin teen's thick, slimy
juice.  He slowly realized that he too had to have sprayed Brandon, and as
he looked at Brandon's cum-streaked stomach and the gobs in his hairs, and
at his juice still oozing out of his cock and down over Brandon's fingers,
Aaron trembled with the perversity of what they had done.  That pleasure
rivalled that of his own orgasm.
     Brandon too was trembling, in his case with his climax, the second in
his entire life that had been caused by another boy.  The hot, burning
sensation of his cum shooting out of the tip of his swollen, pulsating
organ, the flood of released tension flowing over his groin and his thighs,
causing his legs to suddenly feel so weak, the glowing, prickling sensation
percolating through his glans, the perversion of having ejaculated by the
hands of another boy, the filthiness of having sprayed another's body with
his bodily fluids, and the wickedness of having stroked another boy's
member to the point of causing him to also ejaculate and spray his seed
over his own body assaulted his mind, first each thought individually and
then in a wild collage of feelings.  He had never engaged in anything so
filthy and sinful, nor so stimulating and enjoyable, the two opposites
surprisingly complementing and accenting each other.
     Aaron was trembling too, though for different reasons.  He was feeling
the same erotic, physical pleasure, but in place of the feelings of guilt
and surprise were feelings of immense well-being and satisfaction.  It had
not only been a totally awesome jerk session, but he had brought that
pleasure and knowledge to another boy who had no such knowledge before.
That was totally and unbelievably awesome, beyond anything he'd ever
imagined it would be like.
     He sat there for the longest time revelling in his pleasure before
finally releasing Brandon's still stiff cock.  He slowly reached out and
ran the tips of his fingers through the blobs of cum spattering Brandon's
stomach, his blobs, delighting in the slimy texture of his juice and the
perversity of having sprayed Brandon, and now smearing his cum over the
body of the naive and no longer so innocent fellow teen.  He wanted to
bring it to his lips and taste it, or better yet, to offer his slime-coated
fingers to Brandon, but he knew such brashness would be going too far for a
boy who had just experienced his first mutual jerkoff.
     He was right.  It was enough that Brandon slowly reached out and began
to slowly smear his cum over Aaron's rapidly rising and falling stomach.
He did so absent-mindedly and only because it was what Aaron had done.  As
he sat there on the sand running his fingertips through his still hot,
slimy juice, he could not believe what he'd just done, and what was even
more surprising, he could not believe how good it had felt.  He was not
sure what to make of that, and so while his mind struggled with the
conflict between his feelings of guilt and shame and his feelings of
pleasure and fraternity, he dipped his fingers into his gobs of cum stuck
in Aaron's curly blond hairs and smeared the slimy juice over Aaron's flat
stomach.
     Aaron wrapped an arm about Brandon and drew him close and kissed him.
It was a gentle, tender kiss, a kiss of thanks and of comfort, and of
congratulations.  He knew the turmoil in Brandon's mind, having had the
same feelings his first time.  Half an hour had passed since their sudden
and violent ejaculation and his cock had long since grown limp and his
breathing had returned to normal but his fingers were still sticky with
cum.  Brandon returned the kiss and wrapped his arms about Aaron, leaving a
trail of his own cum along the teenage star's naked back.  The two boys
cuddled, assuring each other by their physical contact that it had been
good, and that what they had done was all right.  Their kisses were light
and brief, kisses of assurance.  As they kissed, their lips barely
touching, they gently massaged each other's shoulders and back.  >From lips
they gently moved on to cheeks, to eyelids, to noses and back to lips.
They moved on and down, gently kissing each other's necks, snuggling down
further to kiss smooth chests and tender nipples.
     They lingered there, kissing those sensitive nubs, running hot, wet
tongues over them, and teasing them.  Quivering with the pleasure of
feeling soft, moist lips against their own tender teats, they delighted in
the burning arousal as they grew firm and itched with irritation.  They
continued on down, eagerly and hungrily now, kissing and licking each
other's smooth chests, their breasts still full and soft and boyish, and as
it became more awkward for one and then the other to twist and bend to
reach still lower, they twisted around so they were lying in opposite
directions.  Aaron kissed the hollow between Brandon's breasts and ran his
tongue down over his rib cage, leaving behind a trail of hot spittle as
Brandon did the same.  The once tender, comforting kisses had slowly and
without notice become heated kisses of passion and desire.
     Feeling Brandon's hot, moist breath on his stomach, Aaron wiggled
lower so his own breath was blowing hotly against Brandon's private organs,
and so his own were directly in Brandon's face.  Feeling Brandon's breath
blowing against them, he nuzzled Brandon's sweaty balls with his nose and
inhaled deeply.  The delightful fragrance of his boyhood caused Aaron's
limp dick to twitch and begin to swell.  In his position, Brandon could not
help but catch a whiff of Aaron's hot, sweaty nuts, and the musky aroma of
his sex had the same effect on him.
     Working Brandon's soft, limp sausage into his mouth, Aaron sucked on
it eagerly but gently, delighting in having that very special flesh in his
mouth.  His mouth quickly filled with saliva and he basted Brandon's
sausage with it, allowing it to pick up the flavour of the teenager's
slowly swelling dick before swallowing it.
     Even with his puritanical upbringing, Brandon had of course heard guys
tell others to suck their dicks.  He himself had never suggested another
perform such a vulgar act nor had he ever imagined taking part in such a
perversion, and he certainly had never expected he would ever engage in
such a filthy act.  So, he was completely surprised to find himself laying
there on the sandy beach stark naked and with a boy sucking on his penis.
He was even more surprised how erotic it was to feel a hot, moist mouth
sucking on that part of his body.  As Aaron's hot spittle flowed over his
dick and as he felt the gentle tug as Aaron sucked on it, a thrill of
desire passed through his body, and as Aaron swallowed his spittle Brandon
felt his cock twitch and begin to swell with the eroticism of Aaron
swallowing his cock-flavoured spit.  Most surprising of all though, was
finding himself tempted to try performing the act himself as he lay there
on his side facing Aaron's limp cock.
     Anyone knowing Brandon and his strict upbringing and entrenched moral
beliefs would have been still more surprised how brief that hesitation was.
They would, unless they had been in a situation like he found himself.
Laying there with one of America's most sought after singing idols sucking
on his cock and with his own cock lying there invitingly before his eyes,
how could he resist?  Leaning forward and slipping his lips about Aaron's
still limp sausage, Brandon was pleasantly relieved to find that it did not
have an unpleasant taste.  Not so relieving, and far less pleasant, was the
discovery that having another boy's cock in his mouth was highly erotic and
nowhere near as disgusting as he'd thought it would be.
     Driven on by what Aaron was doing to him, he gently sucked on the limp
tube and after a moment he began to bob his head up and down Aaron's
throbbing dick, copying Aaron's actions.  He allowed his spittle to baste
over Aaron's cock just as had been done to him, and when he swallowed the
cock-flavoured saliva he quivered with the erotic thought of what he was
doing.  His mouth began to fill again with saliva as he continued to suck
on Aaron's cock and tug on it with his lips and Aaron's dick began to swell
his mouth.  He was providing Aaron the same pleasure as Aaron was providing
him, and from the way his own cock was rapidly swelling there was no doubt
that Aaron was providing him pleasure.
     As he lay there on the hot, sandy beach, he wrestled with his
conscience and tried to make sense out of what was happening.  Why was
someone of his upbringing and beliefs laying there stark naked sucking cock
and having his sucked?  Why did it feel so good getting sucked, and why did
he not find doing it revolting?  Perhaps Aaron had been right.  The reason
he'd been boning up was because he had built up so much sexual tension his
body needed a release.  The same sexual tension had to be responsible for
the present throbbing of his cock, and his need for release had to be why
he found himself driven to suck on Aaron's dick.  Why else would he not
only be engaging in but enjoying fag sex?  It had to be sexual tension, the
result of the excess hormones coursing through his veins.  There was no
perhaps that Aaron had been right.  He had been spot on!
     It was with that thought that the inexperienced and morally upright
fifteen-year-old with the strict Christian upbringing and deep Christian
faith eagerly sucked the throbbing cockmeat of his fellow teen performer
and squirmed with delight as his stiff cock throbbed hotly in Aaron's
mouth.  Aaron of course did not know what Brandon was thinking, but he knew
from the zest with which Brandon was sucking on his cock and working his
lips up and down the shaft that he was thoroughly enjoying doing it.  He
would have smiled knowingly had he not had his lips tightly pursed around a
hot, throbbing cock himself.  Fuck, he had not only seduced the straightest
and most religious boy he'd ever known, he'd turned him into a fucking
cocksucker!  Aaron's cock was already throbbing with arousal and that
erotic though caused it to throb all the harder.  He knew that once he
broke through that barrier he'd convince Brandon to mess around, and from
his own revelation about the joys of being a boy and the pleasures that
being a boy can bring, he knew how powerful those pleasures were.  Even so,
he was still surprised just how eagerly Brandon was participating in his
first sixty-nine.  He could not help wondering if deep down inside Brandon
was a cock-loving perv like himself.
     It was Brandon's first, and he was enjoying it.  He could not believe
how hot he was feeling either, nor how hard his stiff cock was throbbing.
He was aching to come off again, and as Aaron's lips eased up and down his
stiff shaft and over the sensitive rim of his glans he squirmed with the
sweet pain rippling through his swollen dick.  He was breathing deeply with
arousal and with exertion, through his nose of course as his mouth was full
of cock, and as he inhaled deeply he inhaled the musky fragrance of Aaron's
balls, causing him to suck even more hungrily on the squirming teenager's
cock.
     Brandon was squirming also, and as he felt himself approaching his
climax, the second for that day, he could not lay still and he suddenly
found himself working his hips to and fro, fucking Aaron's hot, sucking
mouth as Aaron began to do the same.  The burning irritation about his
dickhead was itching so badly he felt like his knob was on fire, and as the
pressure in his loins built higher and higher he felt like he was about to
explode and he ached for it to happen.  Although he was concentrating on
his upcoming ejaculation and although he knew Aaron was feeling the same
way as he was from Aaron's squirming and desperate sucking on his dick, he
never thought about the fact that Aaron would also be ejaculating.
     So, when he finally quivered with the first shot of his load he didn't
even think what he was going to do when Aaron similarly began squirting his
stuff into his mouth.  And then it was too late.  Aaron was rapidly filling
his mouth with his creamy, thick teenage cum just as he was filling Aaron's
with his, and just as Aaron had drawn back so he only had the knob of his
cock in his mouth and had begun to swallow his thick, rich offering, so had
he pulled back on Aaron's cock and begun to swallow his hot, slimy juice.
Neither boy could swallow as fast as the other could shoot, and soon both
had streamers of cum oozing out from the corners of their lips and around
their chins as they quivered with the pleasure of their orgasms, and the
pleasure of having brought another boy the same pleasure.  Their thick,
teenage cum clung to the roof of their mouths and stuck to their tongues
and hung from their chins, the tart flavour and slimy texture assaulting
their minds as their throbbing, glowing cocks vied for equal attention.
     So powerful had been their orgasms that the two boys lay there on the
beach side by side facing each other and still in opposite directions for a
good fifteen minutes, each lost in the sea of pleasure their minds were
floating in, the pleasure of their ejaculations and the pleasure of having
brought the other the same joy.  Their breathing had returned to normal and
their stiff, swollen dicks had gone limp before they finally sat up and
cuddled in each other's arms.  It was only then as he sat there that
Brandon fully realized what he'd done.  He had just swallowed the seed of
another boy, and the other boy had swallowed his.  He did not know if there
was anything prohibiting what they'd done in the Bible as this was not the
same as laying with mankind as with womankind.  He could not imagine any
girl, not any decent girl, sucking on a boy's cock, and he certainly could
not imagine himself going down on a girl.
     Still, there had to be something against what they'd done.  There were
always prohibitions against something pleasant, and this had been something
pleasant.  He stared out at the sea, unable to believe his last thought.
He had just sucked a boy's cock and a boy had sucked his, and he had
thought it pleasant.  Dammit, it was.  The tartness of the cum stuck to the
roof of his mouth and to his teeth was a reminder of what it was that he
had swallowed, and the smear of cum circling Aaron's chin was a reminder
that Aaron had done the same, and it had been so fucking erotic he wanted
to scream.
     Aaron turned and smiled at him and he smiled back, and as Aaron tilted
his head it seemed only right and natural that they kiss.  He could taste
his cum on Aaron's lips, and smell his dick on Aaron's breath, just as he
could still taste Aaron's cum and dick.  Looking into Aaron's deep brown
eyes, he knew Aaron was having the same thoughts.  Like two machines that
could not be shut off, they began to kiss and caress once again, and
although they had only shot their loads half an hour ago, they found their
limp cocks beginning to once again swell and rise up into the air as they
kissed and fondled each other.  Now, as he felt his flesh swelling still
another time, Brandon was totally convinced that Aaron had been right.  How
could anyone so filled with lust not bone up every day?  This was not
something they taught in health classes, and he was grateful having someone
like Aaron to help him.
     As he felt his own cock beginning to swell once more, Aaron was more
than willing to help his fellow teen and performer.  They had already gone
far beyond his wildest dreams, and he was feeling so high one would have
thought he was on Ecstasy.  The rush he was feeling was higher than
anything any drug could produce.  It was not long before the two randy,
teenage boys were once again rock hard and aching for satisfaction.  While
they had been kissing and caressing, Aaron had wondered what they might do
when they boned up for the third time.  As delightful and satisfying as
their mutual hand job and their first sixty-nine had been, and willing as
he was to experience either again if that was what Brandon wanted, as Aaron
sat there and admired the stiff pole jutting up out of Brandon's bush of
curly blond hairs, he knew he would not be satisfied until he felt it
buried deep up his rectum.  Bending over it, he worked up a mouth of
spittle and slowly drooled the slime over the bulb.  Brandon sat there and
watched, his dick twitching eagerly and excitedly as the bubbly spittle
oozed over his bulb and down his shaft.  Thinking Aaron was going to give
him another hand job, or that he was going to go down on him again, he was
surprised when Aaron suddenly turned around, and pulling apart his
asscheeks, backed up and sat on his stiff dick.
     Aaron pushed out with his stomach muscles, opening his anus and
relaxing the sphincter from now over a year of experience as he backed up
on Brandon's stiff pole.  Feeling the wet knob brush against his asscheek,
he adjusted his position and reached back and grasped the stiff, slimed
pole.  With the tip now pressed against his eager pucker, Aaron continued
to sit as he pushed out with all his strength, and ever so slowly Brandon's
hard, slender cock began to enter his body.  Aaron was skilled and
experienced, and hornier than usual, and Brandon was too surprised and
naive to realize what was happening let alone think about it until it had
happened.  His hard, hot cock slowly sank up Aaron's eager ass, and by the
time he realized what they were doing, it was buried up Aaron's rectum as
far as it would reach.
     Slowly bending forward and dropping down on his left elbow, Aaron
guided Brandon up onto his knees, all the while keeping Brandon's cock
wedged up his ass.  Brandon may have lead an innocent life, but Aaron did
not have to tell the horny teen what to do next.  Grasping Aaron's hips,
Brandon began to slowly ease his hips to and fro, working his stiff, aching
cock in and out of Aaron's tight, hot, wet asshole.  It felt totally
awesome, like he supposed having his cock buried deep up a girl's vagina
would feel.  That it was a boy's asshole instead did not phase him.  He was
horny and he was fucking and it felt great, and it didn't really matter who
or what.  Well, that was not totally true.  That it was Aaron Carter that
he was fucking up the ass did matter.  Aaron was a friend and a role model,
someone he looked up to and someone he knew he could trust.  Aaron was also
one of the hottest pop singing stars in the country, a handsome teen idol
worshipped by thousands of girls, and he was fucking the stud!
     Brandon's cock throbbed hotly as he thought that last thought and
eased his stiff bone in and out of Aaron's body, the knob burning and
itching once again with that sweet pain and sending spasms of pleasure
through his flesh.  He gasped with pleasure as he knelt there on the sandy
beach and eagerly plowed Aaron's tender, awesomely tight butt.  He grasped
Aaron's hips tightly and closed his eyes with the pleasure of having his
aching cock surrounded by hot, moist, pulsating ass.  He was engaging in
the most profane and prohibited act possible, and not only that, he was
enjoying it.  Aaron had been right about his buildup of sexual tension.
There could be no other reason why he would be so eagerly shoving his cock
in and out of someone's shit hole, and especially the shit hole of another
boy.  As he eased his cock in and out of Aaron's body, he wondered what
would have eventually happened had Aaron not recognized his problem and had
not been so Samaritan as to offer him help.
     As he knelt there on the beach, Aaron was not surprised by Brandon's
eagerness nor evident pleasure.  Having lead a life of abstinence until he
had creamed his underwear just four days ago, and this evening being the
first time he'd had sex with another person, it was no wonder that Brandon
was going wild as far as Aaron was concerned.  He knew exactly how he felt.
It had been over a year since he'd been introduced to the joys of sex with
other guys, and he still could not get enough himself.
     So, he worked his sphincter muscle in time with Brandon's thrusts,
tightening his asshole as Brandon withdrew and opening up as Brandon sank
his cock back up his hot, moist rectum, enjoying the pleasure of being
fucked as much as Brandon was enjoying the pleasure of doing the fucking.
The hot Puerto Rican sun beat down on the two teenage boys, and as they
humped eagerly there on the sandy beach sweat began to trickle down their
sides.  It trickled down Brandon's cheeks and neck and down his forehead
and into his eyes as he grasped Aaron's hips and rammed his cock in and out
of his rectum.  The fine silky blond hairs of his pits were wet with
perspiration, and it trickled down his sides and he thrust his hips to and
fro, the tension slowly once again building up deep in his groin.  He
grunted and snorted with the ecstasy of that building pressure and the
burning irritation inflaming his knob once again.
     Aaron was grunting and snorting with pleasure also as he knelt there
on all fours in the white sand.  Sweating like a pig, he trembled with the
pleasure of having his prostate stroked by Brandon's knob and his asshole
stretched by his stiff cock.  His own cock was stiff and jutting out from
between his legs as he was eagerly fucked by the no longer innocent and
naive teen.  Faster and faster Brandon worked his cock in and out of
Aaron's tight asshole, and finally with a particularly louder and more
passionate grunt he thrust his hips forward and began to squirt out his cum
for the third time that evening.  It was thick and just as copious as the
first shot that had sprayed Aaron now several hours ago, and the burning
sensation about the opening of his dick and weak sensation in his loins
were just as pleasant as the first time.  Grasping Aaron's hips so tightly
his fingertips turned white, he filled Aaron's hot, tight ass with his load
and Aaron trembled and sighed with the ecstasy of having his rectum filled
with teen cum.
     His balls drawn up tight and his seed spent, Brandon finally drew his
hips back and eased his cock out of Aaron's hole.  Aaron, still panting
with pleasure and exertion, quickly scrambled around and approached Brandon
from the back as he knelt there on the sandy beach.  As he wrapped his arms
about Brandon and reached up and began to massage his breasts and play with
his nipples, Aaron pressed his naked body closer and prodded Brandon's ass
cleft with his stiff prong.  Brandon knew what Aaron was intending, and he
braced himself for the penetration.
     There were many things that guided his life and his decisions, some
going as far back as his first singing performances at the age of eight,
and prime among them all was the belief that when it seems that all is
lost, if you put your full trust in God, everything turns around.  This
evening was proof of that.  A week ago he had been certain that his career
was going to come to an end.  Unable to stop from boning up during his
concerts, the embarrassment and the discomfort had been interfering with
his concentration in a major way, to the point where his routines were off
and he was missing his cues.  He was sure it would only be a matter of time
before they asked him to leave the group.  Adding to his misery and another
cause of his poor performance was his suspicion that Aaron was coming on to
him.  Although Aaron talked about girls and boobs and the like, Brandon had
the suspicion that Aaron was really more interested in him.  That was
repulsive, and even more disgusting was his conclusion that Aaron was
coming on to him because Aaron had noticed he'd been boning up and had
concluded he was gay.  The mere thought of doing something with a guy had
turned his stomach, and the fear that his fellow performers or his parents
might think the same thing as Aaron had only added to his difficulty in
concentrating.  So it had seemed like all was lost, but he had put his
faith in God and struggled on.
     And things had turned around.  Aaron had not been coming on to him.
Aaron had seen that he had a problem and had been offering to help him with
what was a delicate and embarrassing situation.  And he had helped.  His
massage had helped relieve his tension, even if in an embarrassing way, and
his performance at Coliseo Roberto Clemente had been one of his best.  On
top of that, Aaron had not assumed he was gay, and had this evening shown
him how wrong he was to have thought that sex between guys was something
perverted or repugnant.
     At that very moment he was about to be mounted and penetrated by
another boy, but rather than finding that obscene or disgusting, he was
eager for it to happen.  Aaron was about to lay with him as he did with
womankind, but even at that moment he put his faith in God that it was
meant to be, and he knew if he went through with this, it was God's will,
and that things would be all right.  So, he braced himself as he knelt
there in the sand, and as Aaron grasped him tight and he felt Aaron's hot,
stiff knob begin pushing against his virgin hole, he pushed out as Aaron
instructed.
     His anus was tight and despite the lubrication of Aaron's spittle and
the fact that Aaron's cock was slender and Brandon was eager, the two boys
had to struggle to unite and the two of them grunted and gasped and snorted
like two rutting seals, but they were determined, and slowly Aaron got his
knob wedged in Brandon's hole.  Grasping Brandon's hips more tightly, Aaron
pressed forward and Brandon pushed out, and ever so slowly Aaron's knob
stretched open Brandon's sphincter until at last it popped inside Brandon's
rectum.  The most difficult over, Aaron continued to push forward and the
randy teen slowly penetrated the fifteen-year-old's butt.
     Aaron paused to enjoy the sensation of having his aching, throbbing
cock surrounded by hot, moist flesh, and to relish the fact that he had
penetrated a virgin ass.  That was so fucking hot!  He was about to fuck
the straightest and most moral boy he had ever met, and the boy was
kneeling there and eagerly waiting for him to do it!  That was so fucking
erotic he had to fight the impulse to cum that very moment.
     Brandon meanwhile was quivering with the strange delight of having his
asshole stuffed by another boy's cock.  He had no idea it would feel so
pleasant, again another marvel he discovered thanks to his trust in God.
His asshole itched just like the knob of his cock had itched minutes
earlier with his approaching orgasm and he was eager for Aaron to begin.
He would never have imagined such a thing possible a week ago, but at that
moment he did not find it at all strange.
     Aaron waited a long time for the impulse to shoot off to fade, and
when he finally began to ease his cock in and out of Brandon's hot, moist
ass, the fourteen-year-old quivered with pleasure.  The knob of his cock
burned with that sweet pain as he worked his organ in and out of the virgin
boy, and he savoured the fact that he was fucking virgin ass.  As Aaron
humped the naked teen, once again their bodies began to perspire, Aaron's
sweat trickling down his sides from his damp pits and Brandon's sweat
trickling down his smooth, heaving chest.  Brandon opened and closed his
sphincter as Aaron had done, and he quivered with the delight of
penetration and with the thrills of arousal pulsating about his irritated
asshole and sparking out from his prostate as Aaron's dick stroked it.  It
was absolutely delightful and he and Aaron gasped and grunted as they
fucked now with wild abandon, the two boys openly and unabashedly enjoying
what many considered the most perverse of acts.
     As he felt his ejaculation approaching, Aaron grasped Brandon's hips
tightly and began to thrust his hips to and fro as rapidly as he could,
working his stiff, aching cock in and out of Brandon's asshole in a mad,
final rush.  As he felt the familiar twang deep in his loins he rammed his
cock forward and threw back his head with a loud sigh.  His boy juice raced
up the core of his numb, swollen cock and spurted out the tip with an
unbelievable force and he quivered in ecstasy.  He shot off in a series of
rapid bursts and his loins felt so weak he had to grasp Brandon for
support.  The fifteen-year-old boy was shuddering himself as he felt Aaron
filling his rectum with his hot, thick cum, and he gasped and groaned with
as much ecstasy as Aaron as pleasure rippled out from his plugged asshole
and his irritated prostate.
     The two boys finally disconnected and again sat there cuddling in each
other's arms as they savoured their postclimatic flush and their new
relationship.  They were now more than friends or fellow performers after
having engaged in the most intimate acts of them all.  The sun was touching
the horizon as they finally took a refreshing swim in the ocean and it had
almost disappeared when they finally came back out of the warm Carribean
water and sought out the seafood subs and sodas they had purchased and
brought with them.  The crab and lobster sub was one of Aaron's favourite
snacks, ranking right up there with pizza and steak, and although not a
coastal boy, Brandon found the sub delicious also.  The fifteen-year-old
also found that he was ravenous after the strenuous exercise of the evening
and he understood then why Aaron had insisted on buying two foot-long subs
for each of them.  Sex did give a guy an appetite!
     So they sat there in the secluded cove eating and watching the ocean
and sky turn a brilliant red as the sun slowly sank.  Finishing off their
subs and wiping their lips with the backs of their hands, they smiled at
each other and slipping their arms about each other they kissed, their
breaths now smelling of lobster and crab rather than dick and cum.  The
tide had reversed but they had several hours yet before the beach would be
submerged, and making hot passionate love on a hot Puerto Rican night as
the setting sun cast red and orange patterns across the sky and the white
sand would be a fitting way to end the day.
     This time Brandon took the lead.  He was, after all, the one being
cured, and after years of denial and abstinence, it was going to take more
than three ejaculations to drain him of his sexual tension.  As he nibbled
on Aaron's teats and slowly fondled his low-hung balls, he was following
another belief that had guided his life and advice that he had often given
his friends and his fans: always do what you know is right and never let
anyone try to pressure you into something you're not comfortable with.  As
he fondled Aaron's sweaty balls and felt Aaron's fingers slip about his
limp cock he knew what they were doing was very right.

          Every dreamer has dreamed of a perfect life
   I know the world has been trying for years to get it right
          We try and try but find it impossible to do
        Don't you wish we could make this a better place
      Can't you see that we must live life a different way
        Every day, imagine what love could turn this to
         Wanna change the world, then change your mind
           We'll light the darkness one life at a time.