Date: Tue, 23 Dec 2003 16:31:00 -0700
From: Dream Spinner <authorsix@hotmail.com>
Subject: "Aaron and Brandon: The Seduction" (t/t, celeb)
Caution/Welcome. After having a hot night of sex with two of his fans,
Aaron is feeling even hornier than ever, and being on the road, he turns to
the only one he can, Brandon Hargest, one of the singer/dancers in his
opening group Jump 5 on his fall 2002 Rock, Rap and Retro Tour, to satisfy
his need. The only problem is that the young teenage performer is as
straight as they come, and a devout Christian besides, but Aaron is horny
as fuck and not about to let that get in his way. 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-fourth of stand alone stories in a
series of Aaron Carter and Friends fanfic gay fantasies and chronologically
follows the story "Aaron: 2 Good 2 B". 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 copyright
of Jump 5. Comments and photos of your creamed underwear can be sent to
the author J.O. Dickingson at authorsix@hotmail.com
AARON AND BRANDON: THE SEDUCTION
Aaron stretched out his legs and threw back his head in ecstasy as he
furiously pounded his stiff, aching cock. It was the middle of the day and
he'd returned to their Pelham hotel room to rest up for the evening
performance, the fourteenth on this tour. He closed his eyes and thought
about Jerry and Levi, the two fans he'd spent a wild night with two nights
earlier in Raleigh. It had been a wild night, first with him trying to get
it on with the two of them without each other knowing, and then them tying
him up and "punishing" him for his scam. That had been so wicked. He
didn't know why, but being tied up and subjected to their every whim had
been a major turn on. He'd had an assortment of sexual experiences in his
young life, from the innocent foot fun with the Brazilian actor Vinicius at
the age of ten and the intimate introduction to the joys of jerking off by
Justin Berfield just over a year ago at Pineview Farm, to David's milking
machine at his fourteenth birthday party to the passionate feelings he had
toward Shad Moss and the love he felt for Jesse McCartney. Nothing came
close to how hot he'd felt being tied up by two of his fans and having them
arouse him and have their way with him.
"Oooohhhhh fuck," he sighed, thrusting his hips in the air as he felt
his cum gush up the core of his hot, throbbing cock and spurt out the
burning opening. It flew up into the air and landed back down on his
smooth, heaving chest, streamer after streamer of thick, white teen juice
lacing his body. Continuing to pump his now numb cock with his right hand,
he extended the index finger of his other hand and sticking it in the
thicker of the blobs of teen spunk on his chest, he smeared it over his
body, joining it with the nearest streamers and smaller blobs. He pushed
the thick, creamy spunk up over his nipple and smeared it over the tender
bud, causing tremors of pleasure to ripple through his teat. The remaining
cream oozed out of his cock and down over the back of his fingers as he
squeezed his throbbing organ. Finally releasing his still stiff cock, he
brought his fist to his mouth and sucked off the streamers of cum. He
wormed his tongue between his tightly closed fingers, licking them clean.
Scooping up the blob of semen that had landed on his thigh with his first
two fingers, he stuck them in his mouth and sucked off the creamy wad,
savouring the tartness and sliminess of his own juice. He wiped off his
teat and similarly sucked the cum from his fingertips. Finally, with a
sigh of satisfaction, he got to his feet and headed off to the bathroom to
shower and get ready for the evening performance.
Can you hear it getting louder
the sound of noise increasing
a little piece of heaven now
this is the sound we're gonna raise the ceiling
can you hear it getting louder?
The sound of noise increasing
a little piece of heaven now
this is the sound!
As Aaron stood in the wings watching the members of Jump 5 performing,
his eyes and thoughts were on one member, fifteen-year-old Brandon Hargest,
and the little piece of heaven he was imagining and the sounds he was
imagining he and Brandon were making would have shocked the object of his
attention. He'd been having fantasies about Brandon throughout this tour,
which would come as no surprise to anyone who knew Aaron. Brandon and
Chris Fedun were the only two male teen performers on this tour, and out of
the two, Brandon was closer to his age and he figured the more likely to
try something daring, like agree to a romp in bed with him.
That he quickly found out was not likely going to happen. After the
seductive performance of his last opening group, Dream Street, and the
controversy over their breakup with their producers and the alleged
temptation and corruption of the boys by their producers, his mother had
been very careful about selecting his opening groups for his fall tour.
She was not about to contract a group that would cast any suspicion on his
own purity and innocence, two features she had been emphasizing and
marketing right from the moment he had climbed up on the stage as a
long-haired little moppet. She certainly had the right group in the
Christian singing and dancing troupe of Jump 5. Brandon even spent his
down time reading the Bible for Chrissake!
Still, it had not stopped Aaron from dreaming, and after his hot
session in Raleigh, he had to at least try to get it on with the hot young
performer. Jerking off was fine, but getting it on with someone else was a
lot more satisfying, and he still had another fourteen performances and
twenty-one days on tour. When the song ended and Aaron made his entrance,
he had a stiff and was aching to get it off, which to his mother's
consternation and his fans' delight, resulted in a high energy and
seductive show.
"Oh man, the fans were wild tonight," he observed as he and the other
performers waited backstage to be taken to their hotel room where they were
spending the night before heading off to Valdosta, Georgia, for their next
performance.
"Yeah, they were, and you were spot on tonight," observed Carly Lewis,
one of the five girls in the No Secrets opening group. The others quickly
agreed.
"Thanks. Fans really turn me on," he said. He paused, and then
looked at Brandon. "What about you, Brandon? What turns you on?"
"The same," the boy replied, the other meaning of being turned on
being the farthest thing from his mind, and for that matter, from the
innocent minds of the rest of the performers waiting backstage. Aaron's
mother had been very successful in selecting who would be performing with
her impressionable young son. "Performing and getting to meet the fans
it's so cool to make a difference in someone's life. That's what makes me
happy." The fifteen-year-old's face radiated a youthful enthusiasm and
innocence that Aaron found especially erotic.
At that point their transportation arrived and they headed off to the
hotel. On the way Aaron thought about how he'd like to make a difference
in Brandon's life, and how happy that would make him. He shifted in his
seat and casually reached down and squeezed the happiness bulging out his
trousers as they headed across the city. Arriving at the hotel, he invited
Brandon to his room to play "The Legend of Zelda Manjora's Mask", one of
his favourites, for a while. They both enjoyed playing video games and
could spend hours at their favourites. They were often hyped up after a
performance and relaxing with a couple games, either of his choosing or
Brandon's, was not uncommon.
"So, performing turns you on, eh?" he asked, bringing the conversation
back to where they'd dropped it. His mother had gone to take a shower.
"Oh yeah. I love being on tour like this. It is so wicked getting to
meet your fans."
"Specially some," Aaron said with a twinkle in his eyes and a slight
leer as he thought of Jerry and Levi again. "You see that brunette chick
near the front tonight, the one in the blue sweater and with the big
boobs?"
"Yeah."
"The way those melons bounced up and down she sure wasn't wearing no
bra," Aaron snickered. Brandon didn't say anything. "Now it would really
be something to get to know her," Aaron continued with a grin, reaching out
with both hands and pretending to squeeze her breasts.
Brandon smiled and shifted uncomfortably as he felt a twinge of
arousal between his legs. He might have been raised with good Christian
values and proper respect for the opposite sex, but he was a healthy
fifteen-year-old boy. "Yeah it would," he agreed, in part because he could
not deny it, but mostly because he knew that was the response expected of
him. To not want to would imply he was a geek, or even worse, queer. "But
that's not what I'm primarily interested in when meeting fans," he observed
sincerely, the result of years of conditioning.
"Yeah, of course, but it don't hurt." That Aaron did not believe for
one second, but he knew from experience by then if he argued the issue
Brandon would clam up and that would be the end of the conversation.
"I'd hope the fans watching Brittany and the other girls are thinking
of their singing and their performance, not their bodies," he said,
referring to his younger sister and the rest of the Jump 5.
"Especially the girl fans," Aaron said with a chuckle.
"Would you like the fans in the audience just thinking of your
sister's body when she's up there performing?" Brandon asked, either
ignoring Aaron's implication of girls interested in the bodies of the other
girls or so innocent he didn't make the connection.
"No, of course not," Aaron replied, thinking of his younger sister
Leslie. He had never thought of anyone thinking of his sister as a sexual
object, and to be truthful, the idea of his sister naked with one of his
friends on top of her, or with one of the No Secrets, caused a major surge
of desire in his loins. To his disappointment, however, this conversation,
like those in the past, was not going in the direction he wanted it to go.
"Hey, com'on, let's forget about fans and performing and play."
He had been disappointed, but it did not stop him from bringing up the
topic again when they got together to play a couple video games the next
night in Valdosta, this time Sonic Adventure, one of Brandon's favourites.
Like all the other times, Brandon showed no interest in talking about the
female fans or breasts although Aaron did notice the momentary flicker of
arousal when he first began talking. It was a slight and brief reaction,
but he was becoming acutely aware of the signs of arousal in other guys.
It was disappointing again, but at least there was a glimmer of
hope. Following a three-day break, they performed in Cleveland, Ohio. To
his further disappointment, Shad Moss, who at the moment tied for his love
with Jesse McCartney, was unable to travel up from Columbus to join him as
he had hoped.
That night he decided to try a different tactic to get Brandon turned
on. Beginning by talking about an imaginary date he'd gone on during the
break, and going on to talk about some of the celebrities he'd like to
date, emphasizing their physical attributes of course, he watched Brandon
closely. Again he saw the flicker of arousal, only to see it extinguished
as quickly as it had ignited.
The next morning Aaron woke up with a hardon, which was not unusual,
and immediately thought of Brandon, which not unusual either. Cautiously
getting out of bed and holding his hands before his crotch, he felt
embarrassed as hell as he dashed into the bathroom. Waking up with a
morning wood was one of the many problems he had to deal with sharing a
hotel room with his mother while on tour. That morning, instead of a long,
leisurely jerk off in the shower as he'd normally have, he turned on the
cold water. It wasn't because he was uncomfortable having a hot jerk with
his mom just outside the door, though that was part of it. The main reason
was that he still had hopes he and Brandon would get it on, and he wanted
to save up his sperm for a wild orgy between the two of them.
That afternoon he met with his PR agent, Mike Ryan, over a photo op
the fair officials had requested prior to his performance at the Allegan
County Fair the next day. It was a routine request and something that he'd
done hundreds of times before, so he only paid part attention as Mike
reviewed what would happen.
"Hello, Earth to Aaron, are you there?"
"Huh?"
"Were you listening to what I just said?"
"No," Aaron admitted with a sheepish smile.
"Something on your mind?"
"Yeah, sortta."
"You worried about tonight's performance?"
"Oh no, nothing like that."
"If it's something bothering you and you want to talk about it," Mike
offered. Mike was like that, always ready to listen, always ready to offer
his help. Although they'd only known each other for the past six weeks,
Aaron felt comfortable with the man even though he was more than twice his
age. Mike was easy to talk to, and Aaron knew that he genuinely cared.
"I was thinking about sex," Aaron replied with an impish curl of his
lips.
"Oh, in that case I'd better call your mother and she can explain the
birds and bees to you," Mike joked.
"Yeah, right," chuckled Aaron. "So, you were saying?"
He had told him the truth and as Mike continued, Aaron wondered what
Mike would have said had he been more specific and had told him he'd been
thinking about getting in Brandon's pants. He probably would have been
alright with it. Mike was cool despite being an old guy. He was the type
who would understand fourteen-year-olds had sexual needs, and who wouldn't
have any hangups about those needs being gay. As Mike continued, Aaron's
mind wandered again, but this time not about Brandon. Mike was a stylish
dresser, and with his spiked and swirled red hair he was quite handsome.
His green-blue eyes were particularly sexy, and he had a great smile. He
pictured the look in those eyes as he imagined Mike kneeling down and
pulling down his fly and taking out his cock. He could picture Mike
kneeling there and looking at his cock admiringly, and then slowly closing
them and those long, fine lashes fluttering as Mike slipped his lips over
his limp sausage and began to suck. That would be wicked. As his cock
immediately began to stiffen Aaron blinked his eyes and returned to
reality.
He concentrated on Mike's every word, trying to ignore the throbbing
stiff now tenting out his trousers. Damn, he had better get it on with
Brandon soon or next thing you knew he'd be trying to seduce his thirty-
year-old PR agent! Now that was really being horny!
That evening after their performance at the Meadowbrook Amphitheater
in Detroit, Aaron's mother went out with several of the other mothers on
the tour, giving Aaron the opportunity he'd been waiting for to try the
other trick he'd thought up during their three-day break from performing.
Again inviting Brandon to his hotel room to play Nintendo games, Aaron told
him to get out the gameboy and one of the games while he went to the
bathroom, having left half a dozen colour photos he'd printed off of what
they said were teenage girls from a porn site he'd found while on the
break, an easy task with all the porn sites on the net.
Leaving the bathroom door open a crack and having turned the
television so he could see Brandon's reflection in the blank screen, he
watched in anticipation as Brandon discovered the photos, and of course
looked at them. There were two of women showing off their breasts and
slits, which he was sure would get Brandon aroused, two of women giving
head, which he hoped would lead to a discussion about what it might be like
to get sucked off which in turn he hoped would lead to some real-life
investigation, one of a woman getting it up the ass in case the other
pictures hadn't turned Brandon on, and one of two women kissing and
caressing, to plant the hint what they might do. Brandon of course looked
at each of them, though not for as long as Aaron would have thought and had
hoped.
"Oh, I forgot those were there," Aaron observed, quickly emerging out
of the bathroom as Brandon was about to put the pictures aside and almost
missing his opportunity.
"Where did you get this filth?"
"Ah, well," stumbled Aaron. Filth? That was not the response he was
expecting. He did some quick thinking. Having anticipated he'd be asked
where the pictures had come from, he'd planned on saying his brother Nick
or confessing to printing them off himself, depending on just how Brandon
had asked the question. Neither response was appropriate given Brandon's
reaction that they were filth. "In the mail. Some fan sent them to me.
Said if I'd meet with her, she'd do anything I wanted her to do. Guess the
pictures were supposed to be hints." Of course it was a lye, but he did
get letters like that, scented letters with girls' phone numbers and Email
addresses, and sometimes with personal things, like their panties, and yes,
even offers, especially lately. He never got to see that sort of mail
anymore. He simply received too many letters now to open every one of them
personally, and besides, as soon as his mother had seen what was in some of
them she had hired someone to screen out that sort of thing. Given how he
felt about girls, that was no big loss. His mother would be surprised to
say the least to know that she needn't worry about that sort of stuff.
Now, if a guy had written to him. . . .
"It's unbelievable what some fans will do," Brandon observed. "And
what they think of us. It's disgusting actually."
"Ah, yeah, right. So, we gonna play a game or what?"
Aaron was majorly disappointed Brandon had not taken the bait he had
planted, and he was truly surprised by Brandon's comment that the pictures
he'd carefully selected were filth and the offer by girls to have sex was
disgusting. Of course he knew that there were those who felt that way
about such pictures and about sex, like religious fanatics and prudes who
felt sex was only for making babies. He hadn't expected the comment to
come from a healthy, red-blooded, fifteen-year-old American boy. That
night as he lay in his bed thinking about his latest attempt to get Brandon
horny, and all the previous failed attempts, he slowly realized they all
had one thing in common they all involved women. A smile slowly curled his
lips as he reached down and began to fiddle with his limp dick, a new plan
forming in his mind, and a new hope kindling his desire.
"Well, another fine performance everyone," observed Jane Carter as
they wrapped up their performance the next night.
"It was great," agreed Aaron and the others. As his mother and the
others turned their attention to other things, he observed in a whisper to
Brandon, "but I don't think our moms would be so supportive if they knew
how hard these live performances are on us."
"Oh I think they know," replied Brandon in surprise. "Your mom and
mine certainly know how much effort and practice it takes to put on a good
performance."
"Oh yeah, that part," Aaron agreed, "but that wasn't the hard I was
referring to." In case Brandon didn't catch on, he turned his back so the
others wouldn't see and rubbed his crotch as he leered at Brandon. "If
they knew the effect having thousands of screaming girls lusting after your
body every night had on us guys I don't think they'd be so eager for us to
be performers." Brandon didn't know how to respond, and Aaron pressed on
before Brandon did think of something to say, something which Aaron knew
would be a denial or some comment contrary to his comment. "I mean, it's
impossible not to pop a boner when you're performing knowing that there are
thousands of girls in the audience dreaming of dating you and dying to kiss
you, and some even fantasizing about making out with you, like that fan
that sent me those pictures."
Brandon could not argue that. He saw how the girls reacted when Aaron
stepped out onto the stage, and as much as he didn't want to admit it, he
knew the screams were not purely because of his musical talent or
performing skills. Even more difficult was admitting that when the fans
cheered for him he felt a rush that was not one hundred percent pure
either. And despite his opinion about such pictures as he'd seen the night
before, he had to confess he hadn't been able to put them out of his mind,
nor the fact that a girl had sent them and had implied she'd do the same
for a chance to be with Aaron. Not only that, to his embarrassment, his
body had responded to those thoughts.
"Of course you have to admit it, the lyrics of our songs, and the
moves we perform, they are erotic. Oh maybe not as blunt and vulgar as the
rappers, but let's be honest, girls aren't screaming and swooning because
of our brains," Aaron observed, voicing Brandon's thoughts. Brandon slowly
nodded in agreement. That was true. "That's what pumps me up every night,
and that's what makes the difference between a good show and an awesome
one," Aaron continued, seeing to his delight he was finally making a
connection with Brandon. "You can't help but perform better when you're
turned on." He paused and then made a face. "The frustrating part is what
to do with your boner when it's all over," he whispered. As Brandon turned
a bright red and opened his mouth to respond, Aaron knew he'd pushed the
topic as far as he dare and he quickly turned and walked away, leaving
Brandon to think about what he'd said.
During their next performance, in London, Ontario, Aaron winked and
grinned at Brandon each time the young performer looked his way during the
Jump 5's opening act, and when nobody else was looking, gyrated his hips.
To Aaron's delight, he saw the baggy trousers of the young gymnast begin to
tent and when Brandon next glanced over at him, Aaron raised his eyebrows
and formed an "O" with his mouth and then smiled. During the break he
teased Brandon about how he noticed Canadian girls particularly turned him
on. In the second half of the show, he was as amused as he was overjoyed
to see Brandon sporting a boner for his entire act, and he made a point of
suggesting Brandon needed a long cold shower that night.
The performance in Pennsylvania the next day saw Brandon sporting an
erection throughout the entire evening, much to the youngster's
consternation. A healthy mind, a rigorous physical routine, and cold
showers had kept the problem all adolescent boys face to a minimum. As a
result of that rarity, having it happening two nights in a row and having
it last throughout his entire performance was of a major embarrassment and
of an even greater concern to the fifteen-year-old. Having been taught
that sex was basically dirty and that it was strictly prohibited for anyone
who was not an adult, his feelings of guilt were just as strong as his
feelings of embarrassment. That Aaron was aware of his base response made
it all the worse.
Aaron, on the other hand, was delighted to see Brandon's predicament,
and the sight of the teen performer's tented trousers had given Aaron a
raging boner at the time, and another later when he lay in bed and recalled
the look on the fifteen-year-old's face and the very evident bulge in his
trousers as he performed his routine. The difference between the two boys
was that Aaron thoroughly enjoyed the condition, and had no qualms about
others, especially boys, seeing his condition.
The following day they travelled to Holmdel, New Jersey, and took a
break from performing, their show not being until the next day. Aaron took
every opportunity he could to keep up the pressure on Brandon, talking
about how the fans turned him on and observing how he could not help
noticing they turned Brandon on also, and observing he knew from experience
how embarrassing it was to sport an erection while performing.
Having set the mood, he let Brandon in on one of his tricks, wearing
tight briefs to keep his boner pressed against his body and therefore less
evident, and he suggested that Brandon should do the same and chuck his
boxers, at least during his performances. Of course it was no coincidence
that Aaron had initiated the conversation while they were in the mall, and
by then Brandon was so embarrassed he would have bound his unruly dick to
his body with duct tape if Aaron had suggested it, so he readily took
Aaron's suggestion that they seek out a menswear store. When they entered
the store, Brandon began looking about for the men's department when to his
surprise and total embarrassment Aaron marched right up to the first
salesclerk they saw and boldly and loudly asked her where the teen
underwear section was. Blushing a bright red, he was sure everyone was
watching them as they headed for the section.
As if that had not been embarrassing enough, when they got there Aaron
asked him what size underwear he wore as he began sorting through the
packages, and although he knew it just had to be his sensitivity, it seemed
like Aaron had practically shouted the question. Whispering that he was a
medium, he spotted a package of Haines jockey briefs and quickly reached
for them, eager to be out of there. Aaron however reached over and picked
up a pair of bright red bikini briefs instead and handed them to Brandon,
saying that they'd be all the tighter, and observing that besides he knew
Brandon's favourite colour was red. At that moment so was his face as one
of the salesclerks began to approach them. What if she'd heard Aaron's
comment? And if she had, what would she be thinking about the two of them
given Aaron's comment!
"Or these are cute," Aaron observed, picking up a pack of three
novelty briefs, one white, one blue, and one green, and each printed with
bright yellow happy faces of assorted sizes, and holding them up for
everyone in the store to see. This was even worse than having his mother
buy his underwear! Wanting to get it done and over with, he grabbed the
package also and headed for the closest till with Aaron following behind
him with a huge, happy smile.
During the Jump 5's performance the next day, Brandon's erection was
not as noticeable, unless you were looking for it, which of course Aaron
was. That he'd boned up before even stepping out onto the stage only added
to Brandon's embarrassment and feelings of guilt. Of course worrying and
thinking about popping a boner had ensured it would happen. Besides, Aaron
had purposefully picked up two packages of size small underwear, not
medium, something Brandon had not noticed in his embarrassment and hurry to
get the ordeal over. Wearing one of the extra tight garments guaranteed
the fifteen-year-old would get a boner. After the performance, Aaron made
a point of informing Brandon that his condition had been barely noticeable,
making it an expression of encouragement but knowing Brandon would take it
as that despite the underwear his problem could still be seen.
The next stop was Wantagh, New York. It was a hot day and as Brandon
took a long swig of water, Aaron innocently advised that he might want to
take it easy on the water since liquids could increase the chances of "you
know what" happening. He added that although the tight briefs had done
their job the previous day, it still had to be uncomfortable sporting an
erection, not to mention being so well hung that even with the briefs it
was visible to the front row of fans, not to mention one's fellow
performers, and especially one's sister. Aaron knew from experience how
embarrassing that was, and he also knew mentioning a younger sister,
something they both had in common, would increase the naive and innocent
teenager's angst.
He casually added that there was something else that could be done to
try to solve Brandon's problem, and he had great difficulty acting
nonchalant and hiding his joy when Brandon eagerly replied that he was
willing to try anything that might help.
So while the others went down to the Jones Beach Amphitheatre to check it
out, Aaron and Brandon stayed behind, supposedly because they were feeling
tired. As soon as they were alone Aaron suggested that perhaps Brandon's
problem was because he was tense. They had after all been on the road
since the sixth of August with few breaks. Brandon was, of course, feeling
very tense, more because of his affliction than anything else, so Aaron's
suggestion made perfect sense.
When Aaron suggested that giving him a massage might solve the problem,
the teenage boy was so desperate he eagerly agreed to give it a try.
"I don't understand this," he observed with a heavy sigh as he lay
down on his stomach on the bed in the hotel room Aaron and his mother
shared. "I mean I used to do back flips in the outfield when I was bored
whenever the whim hit me, and tumbling is like so totally natural for me.
I've never even had to do stretches to warm up. And I love performing
before people. So why suddenly am I so tense?"
"Well, it wasn't that long ago that you couldn't hit the low notes you
can now either," observed Aaron. "Things change. Especially for guys our
age, if you know what I mean."
"Yeah, I guess you're right." Brandon wasn't exactly sure what Aaron
meant by his last statement, but he had a suspicion, and if that was what
Aaron was talking about, that was as embarrassing as the fact he was
getting erections. Of course he was proud of his endowment, having only
turned fifteen six months ago, but with his strict, religious upbringing,
he was uncomfortable talking about it.
"Well, just lay back and relax and let me work the knots out," advised
Aaron, straddling Brandon's legs and leaning forward and grasping his
shoulders.
The temptation to lie down on the prone boy and massage him with his
entire body, and especially massage his butt with his groin, was so great
Aaron's body ached.
Telling himself if he was patient that could be a future possibility,
Aaron squeezed Brandon's clavicle. The young performer was wearing a
fleece sweater and matching fleece sweat pants as was often his habit.
Aaron began by massaging his clavicle muscles and his deltoids. Having had
plenty of professional massages himself, and having had more intimate
caressing sessions with Jesse and Shad among others, he knew enough to give
a descent massage. He worked slowly, and although Brandon had been
sceptical Aaron would be able to help, having had professional massages
himself as a gymnast and in his ballet training, he had to admit Aaron was
doing a good job and that it did feel good. It did anyway until Aaron
slipped his hands under his top and ran his hands over his bare skin, at
which point he was not so certain he'd made the right decision, but as
Aaron squeezed and kneaded his upper torso he quickly admonished himself.
It was feeling good, and it was just a massage. Aaron slowly worked his
fingers around to Brandon's sides, biding his time, and gradually slipped
them under him and massaged his chest, commenting about how tense Brandon
was, which of course was true, the teenage boy being tense to begin with
and tensing up even more as he felt Aaron's hands now on his chest and
brushing against his nipples.
Pushing Brandon's fleece top up, Aaron gave his upper torso a long
rubdown, first with Brandon laying on his stomach, and then on his back.
Brandon quivered and was about to object as Aaron began to caress his
exposed chest, but he again admonished himself for being such a prude.
Aaron continued until Brandon's nipples were firm and tingling, and of
course Brandon's dick was beginning to swell. Brandon's angst was growing
as fast as his dick and the naive, inexperienced boy struggled with his
conflicting emotions. The arousal was enticing and he wanted to enjoy the
pleasure rippling through his teats and beginning in his groin for a while
longer, but it was also the result of a boy running his hands over his
body, and that was very wrong, and if Aaron continued much longer, the
result was going to be very evident.
Aaron would definitely disagree that what was happening was wrong.
He'd had a boner almost from the start, tightly confined in his Calvin
Klein jockey briefs, and not only was that delightful, but it was perfectly
natural and so very right. Shuffling back to the edge of the bed, he sat
on his haunches and pulled off Brandon's socks and began to do what he knew
how to do best, massaging Brandon's naked feet. Having had tap, jazz, and
ballet training, foot massages were not something new to Brandon, and as
Aaron skilfully massaged his right ankle and gradually worked down to his
toes, and then raised his right foot and worked the tendons from his toes
back up to his ankles, Brandon was not surprised how good it felt and how
relaxed he was feeling. His only surprise was that Aaron was more skilled
than any trainer he'd ever had.
Raising Brandon's foot higher as if to examine it, Aaron bowed his
head and inhaled deeply and his stiff cock twitched with arousal as the
fragrance of Brandon's foot filled his lungs and his mind. It was an
erotic fragrance, a combination of shoe leather and natural boy sweat, mild
and distinct, like a fine, mellow cheese. Aaron's mouth began to water and
he wanted to taste that soft, tender delight in his hands, but he knew to
do so would bring an abrupt end to what they were doing. Satisfied with
being able to at least touch and smell the hot entertainer's feet, Aaron
slowly tugged on each of his toes and then inched his thumb along the sole
of one foot and then the other, knowing how soothing, and how arousing, a
foot massage could be. His young, stiff cock strained inside his Calvin
Klein's as he glanced down at Brandon, his top pushed up to his armpits and
his eyes closed with contentment, his rosy lips curled with a smile of
pleasure.
Having Brandon roll over on his stomach again, Aaron began to massage
first one calf and then the other, and then the backs of his thighs, and as
Brandon inhaled sharply, he knew what effect that was having, which caused
his own cock to ache all the more.
Slowly working up to Brandon's buttocks, Aaron moved on to them as if it
was perfectly natural for one boy to knead and caress another boy's
backside. He massaged Brandon's buttocks with deft fingers, and at the
same time he rocked Brandon back and forth, rocking the fifteen-year-old's
stiff cock against the mattress. He continued for the longest time, daring
to even run his thumbs up along Brandon's crack as he grasped each bun and
squeezed them and then relaxed his grasp and squeezed them again. Reaching
up and swallowing hard in anticipation and in fear that he might be going
too far, he suddenly and quickly slipped his hands under the elastic band
of Brandon's fleece jogging pants and began to pull them down.
"Ah, I ."
"Hey, that's okay," Aaron interrupted, quickly pulling down Brandon's
pants before he had a chance to object. He was wearing a pair of blue and
white striped Joe Boxers instead of one of the briefs the two of them had
purchased as Aaron had hoped, but at that point the horny fourteen-year-old
singer didn't mind. He had Brandon stripped down to his underwear and his
hands were on them! He continued to massage Brandon's buttocks,
purposefully massaging them with opposing circular motions so his thumbs
came together and ran up the boy's crack and then pulled apart at his tail
bone only to rejoin once again just above his nuts, all the while firmly
rocking Brandon against the mattress. Aaron was dizzy with arousal.
Brandon, on the other hand, was in a state of confusion. The massage
of his back and legs and even his feet had felt great and as Aaron worked
on his body he could actually feel himself relaxing, proving that Aaron had
been right and that he had really been wound up. Having his rump massaged
was something different though, and especially with his top pushed up to
his armpits and his jogging pants pulled down to his ankles. Sure, having
his backside kneaded and caressed felt great, but it was also erotic, very
erotic. He was very much aware that it was a teenage boy who was massaging
his body and that he had not just gotten an erection, but the most powerful
erection he'd ever had. What sort of pervert did that make him? He'd
gotten massages before, from trainers, and this had never happened. Surely
lots of athletes got massages and surely they didn't get erections. At
least he had to assume they didn't. So why had he?
He assumed that the reaction of his body was the result of the
massage.
It could also just have happened, just like it happened in his sleep, or
lately while he was performing, but that he doubted. It could also be for
another reason, but that was impossible. He was not that way! He was
interested in girls, and only girls. Sure he hadn't done anything, but
good boys didn't do stuff like that. They certainly didn't do it with
other boys! Whatever the reason for his erection, it felt different,
somehow hotter, somehow more intense than any erection he'd ever had. And
although he'd gotten boners before, he'd never had one for so long, and it
had never quite felt like his did at that moment. An hour had to have gone
by, maybe longer. His stiff organ itched painfully, but like an itch, it
was pleasant too in a perverse way, so that when Aaron stopped rocking his
body momentarily he was tempted to gyrate his hips to continue the feeling.
The knob especially burned like he'd never felt it burn before, which was
both pleasant and painful, and his entire organ throbbed with a force he
had never before felt.
Even more confusing than the strange new feelings was that he wanted
Aaron to stop, but at the same time he desperately wanted him to continue
so he could continue experiencing this strange pleasure. He wanted it but
he was ashamed and confused by how his body was reacting. He wished the
end would come so it would all be over and he wouldn't have to think about
it, but if this was what he needed to stop from boning up on stage, then he
wanted Aaron to continue for as long as it took. Or was that just the
rationalization for wanting to continue experiencing the strange, new
pleasure between his legs? That was unchristian!
Aaron of course knew exactly how Brandon was feeling. He thought back
to his first experience under the guidance and understanding of Justin
Berfield only a short fifteen months earlier, the awe and apprehension, the
desire and the fear as he felt things he'd never felt before. The tip of
his stiff cock was wet with the memory of his first time getting turned on
by a boy, and the high of being a part of Brandon's first time even if it
was just going to be giving him a massage and an erection. His aching cock
was throbbing hotly in his trousers and leaking big time as he massaged
Brandon's ass, much to his enjoyment. He so wanted to pull down Brandon's
boxers, to strip naked himself and hug and caress the teenage star and
press his naked body against his, but he knew that was not going to happen,
at least not that night, though if things went right it could be in his
future. He sighed deeply. For that afternoon, he would be satisfied with
remaining clothed and giving Brandon the most erotic massage he'd ever
received. As he began to roll Brandon over onto his back, the
fifteen-year-old offered his first real resistance.
"I think maybe that's enough," he observed, pressing his body against
the mattress.
"Just a few more minutes," Aaron encouraged. He could not hide the
huskiness of his voice nor his deep breathing. "I can feel the tension
leaving your body, but there's still a bit left." Okay, that was a lame
comment, but he was desperate. He wanted to enjoy the moment just a bit
longer. Besides, he was right. There was a bit of tension left, all
centred in one very obvious spot.
"Really, this has been real helpful," Brandon responded, his voice
also husky and his breath coming in gasps, "but I think maybe ."
"Just another couple minutes," Aaron insisted almost to the point of
demanding.
Although Brandon was nine months older and was pressing his body
against the mattress with all his strength, Aaron was pumped up and the
horny teenage singer slowly overcame Brandon's resistance. As he finally
flipped the boy over, it was evident why he had resisted. His boxers were
tented out, and the tent pole, obviously a very long and thick pole, was
dangerously close to slipping out of the fly of the tent. Brandon's face
flushed a bright crimson as he lay there on his back and debated if he
should cover up his obvious condition, or if cupping his hands over his
erection would just draw attention to it. He didn't know if he should even
look down at it just to see if it was as obvious as it felt, or if he
should look up at Aaron, wanting to see if Aaron had noticed his condition,
but aghast that Aaron would see the shame in his eyes, and afraid what he'd
see in Aaron's. Aaron had to have seen, and he had to be disgusted with
him and embarrassed for him.
Of course Aaron had immediately noticed his condition and had been
unable to take his eyes off it. What Brandon would have seen was not
disgust nor embarrassment but pure, unadulterated lust and a desperate ache
to grab that projection in the embarrassed teen's underwear and bring it
the satisfaction it so desperately wanted. He had intended on beginning at
Brandon's feet once again and slowly working his way up, but seeing the
result of his massage, he immediately reached for Brandon's thighs,
pretending of course not to notice his condition. Brandon blushed an even
brighter scarlet with Aaron's touch, but as Aaron's hot hands grasped his
thighs and began to caress them, Brandon suddenly had a bigger problem than
the embarrassment of having obviously boned up.
"Really!" he gasped with a sudden urgency. "I think we'd better
Aaron, really Aaron!"
Brandon's voice was cut off as he tensed and trembled uncontrollably,
his thigh jerking like someone was sending an electric current through it
and his hips involuntarily rising in the air. As Aaron realized what was
happening, his own dam burst. The fourteen-year-old singer knelt there on
the bed and trembled with pure pleasure as the familiar feeling of his cum
rushing up the core of his cock caused him to tighten his grasp but to stop
caressing Brandon's thighs. His hot, thick cum squirted out of his cock
and filled his jockey briefs in a rapid volley of shots. At the same time
as Aaron was squirting, Brandon was experiencing the same pleasure, but to
him it was a totally new and unfamiliar experience. As he felt the burning
sensation rising up the core of his cock his immediate thought was that he
was about to piss, and having had plenty of piss hardons first thing in the
morning and considering his current condition, that made sense at the
moment as improbable as it was.
His immediate reaction as a result was to clamp his peehole tightly
shut. That normally worked but as he felt the pressure rapidly build in
his knob he knew this was not going to be one of those times. Before he
could reach down and pinch the tip of his dick closed, as sometimes he'd
had to do back when he was little and he'd postponed nature's call, he felt
his cock erupt. It was hot and wet and at first confirmed his conclusion
he had to piss, but he quickly realized there was something different.
What was gushing out of his cock was thicker, and it was coming in spurts,
not a steady stream. His second thought was blood, that his cock had
ruptured, but that did not make sense, and it was not exactly flowing like
blood either, and besides, the dark stain spreading across the front of his
blue and white striped boxers was not red.
It suddenly dawned on him what it was, and while relieved it was neither
piss nor blood, realizing what it was did not bring him any more comfort,
and besides, what was happening was beyond his control, and he hated not
being in control. The blood that had filled his swollen cock rushed to his
cheeks as his dick throbbed and squirted and his head spun.
It seemed like it was never going to end, and accompanying his
embarrassment and shame was the fear that his throbbing cock was going to
jerk its way through the gaping opening in his boxers. Impulse told him he
had better grab the throbbing snake before that happened, but the rational
part of his mind told him to keep his hands away from the perverse, jerking
organ. Paralysed by the two thoughts, he lay there and did nothing. He
could feel his hot, slimy juice flooding over his groin and flowing down
over his aching, throbbing bone as squirt after squirt erupted out of the
burning tip. He could feel it ooze along the crevice between his groin and
his legs, and down over his balls, which he suddenly realized were pulled
up tight under his throbbing cock. It felt like someone had poured a cup
of glue in his underwear, a cup of hot glue, and that his dick was being
boiled.
Aaron was beside himself with ecstasy. He had just filled his
underwear, and he'd just caused Brandon to cream his. It was so totally
hot! His cock ached as it throbbed hotly and pleasantly in his now sticky
underwear. It had been a violent, wonderful ejaculation! He'd shot off a
load so violently you'd have thought he'd been holding back for a week, and
he'd come so copiously the entire lower front of his groin was soaked. He
gasped for breath and revelled in his pleasure and the delightful aroma of
freshly spilled semen. As he glanced down at Brandon, the look of awe and
of wonder, and of puzzlement and of shame on the naive fifteen-year-old's
face reminded him of Brandon's innocence and strict, moral upbringing.
"Well, looks like I was right," he said, thinking quickly. This was a
beautiful, wonderful, magical moment, and he didn't want Brandon to think
of it in any other way.
"Right?" Brandon asked huskily in a daze.
"I figured the reason you've been boning up is because of your
tension, and we've just proven it."
"We have?"
"Yeah. Why else would you have exploded like that?"
"Ah, right." God, Aaron knew what had happened. God, he'd just used
the Name of the Lord in vain. God, he wanted to die.
"Really. It's sort of like with a release valve, you know. When the
pressure builds up in a water tank or an air tank its just gotta blow, you
know? The same with the body."
"Ah. Yeah."
"Hey, that's what makes it so great being a guy," Aaron observed,
seeing Brandon's embarrassment. "It's so totally mind-blowing. It's like
being awake to witness a wet dream, you know?"
Brandon nodded. He knew of wet dreams. He'd had them. And the
explanation he'd received when he'd dared to ask his health teacher about
them, telling his teacher he was asking because of what he'd heard others
saying not because it was happening to him of course, was that it was a
release reaction by the body, something natural. So, this had to be like
that. Aaron would know. He was younger, only fourteen, but he was far
more worldly.
Aaron did know, very well, and he was worldly. He was so pumped he
wanted to open Brandon's creamed underwear and reveal his now cum-coated
pole. Hell, he wanted to go down on it and lick it clean!
The sound of a key in the door caused the two of them to jump and
abruptly switch thoughts away from their groins and wet, sticky underwear.
As the door began to open, Aaron leaped to his feet. Brandon quickly
followed, scrambling off the bed and pulling up his sweat pants and tugging
down his top at the same time. Jane Carter looked at the two flushed boys.
It did not take a mother's sense to know the two boys had been up to
something.
"Well, what have you two boys been doing?" she asked as she looked
around.
"Ah, well, I was showing Brandon some of my new choreography."
"The amphitheatre would have been more appropriate than our hotel
room," she said, making a face of distaste as she began to cross the room.
"Well, I'd better go and . . . ah shower," Brandon began, blushing a
bright red as the stickiness of his groin suddenly became twice as
noticeable and as he realized that although Aaron had not seemed to have
noticed what had happened, the comment about showering could bring
attention to where he did not want attention.
"Yeah, right, we did work up a sweat," Aaron quickly commented, to put
Brandon at ease and also to throw his mother off track. She had to have
sex with his father, and if she had sex, what the odour was that she was
smelling she'd have to realize sooner or later.
"Sweat! Yeah. Well, I'll seeya." Brandon practically ran out of the
room, and as he waddled to the room he shared with his mom, sister, and
Christopher like a bowl-legged cowboy, he hoped nobody would be using the
shower.
"Really, Aaron, I don't mind you helping Brandon with his
choreography," Jane said as she headed for the air conditioner, "and in
fact I'm proud that you are, but next time use a little common sense. A
hotel room is no place for two teenage boys to get hot and sweaty." She
waved her hand before her nose for emphasis. The boys' teenage scent had a
very distinct manly fragrance, reminding her the two boys were growing up.
"Yeah, right," Aaron observed. Fuck, a hotel room was the perfect
place for two teenage boys to get hot and sweaty. He sat down on the sofa
chair and draped one leg over the arm. He had time before he had to
shower, and he wanted to commit every delightful moment of the past hour
and a half to memory and enjoy the stickiness of his underwear and the
fragrance in the air of their dual ejaculation.