Date: Sun, 18 Dec 2005 01:03:07 -0700
From: Dream Spinner <authorsix@hotmail.com>
Subject: "Aaron: When in Japan, Bukkake" (celeb, m/t)

Caution/Welcome.  Rested and rejuvenated, Aaron continues with his Juke Box
tour, taking the show to Japan where he and his brother have many fans.
Meeting up with the Japanese boy band Arashi, fifteen-year-old Aaron is
introduced to the wonderful world of Japanese gay bukkake.  Although
incorporating many real facts, this story does not reflect nor imply a real
event nor the real sexuality of these hot young performers.  If you do not
like reading gay fantasies about celebrities, interracial sex, or about
bukkake, this is where you stop and hit the back or delete key and wait for
the next story.  This is the forty-ninth of standalone stories in a series
of Aaron Carter and Friends fanfic gay fantasies and chronologically
follows the story "Aaron and Nick: Partying with Jacko."  This story is
posted at gay adult story sites for the purpose of adult entertainment.
Permission is not given to copy electronically for the purpose of
redistribution or posting at sites other than described without the
permission of the author.  Comments can be sent to the author
J.O. Dickingson at authorsix@hotmail.com

                 AARON: WHEN IN JAPAN, BUKKAKE

     It was Saturday, September 20, 2003, Aaron's third day in Japan and
the day of his second performance, this one at Zepp Osaka in the city of
Osaka.  Like his performance on the eighteenth at Koseinekin Hall in
Nagoya, the performance was sold out.  He and his brother Nick were well
known in Japan as was evident from his VIP treatment upon arriving on the
island on the final leg of his Juke Box tour.  A limo from the airport, an
eight-hundred dollar a night room at the best hotel in the city, meals at
the finest restaurants, not bad for a fifteen-year-old boy from Marathon,
Florida who began as a cute blond-haired moppet with a guest appearance
with his brother's band.  The only thing lacking was a smooth-skinned
Japanese boy-for-hire to share his king-size bed with.  Had his hosts known
his preference they would have probably arranged that too, and would have
found no shortage of takers.  His agent Mike Ryan would have arranged it,
and probably hooked up with someone himself, his romance with Lance Bass
being more than a little rocky lately.  Unfortunately, Mike had been unable
to accompany him on this leg of the tour, another one of his bitch mother's
cost-cutting brainwaves.
     So, as Aaron glanced out at the crowd while the opening number warmed
everyone up for him, he was feeling randy as hell.  He hadn't had any sex
other than his right hand since his wild time with Nick and Michael at
Jacko's big Neverland Charity bash.  Okay, that was only seven days ago,
but hey, he was fifteen, sixteen on December 7, and had a healthy pair of
balls and very active endocrine glands pumping out the hormones.  It did
not help that he found Japanese boys exceptionally attractive what with
their smooth skin and tawny complexion, dark, slanted, sexy eyes, and slim,
youthful bodies.  Japanese boys always looked much younger than they really
were to him.  To be truthful, if he was performing before a group of hairy
orangutans that day they'd turn him on he was feeling so horny.  He
wondered what it would be like to make it with an orangutan.  Hey, just a
week ago when he'd spent the day at Neverland he'd visited Michael's zoo
with him, and Michael had his own pet Chimp.  It was a perfectly healthy,
normal thought, for a horny fifteen-year-old pop star.
     He was a star, and the show had to go on, so he inhaled deeply and
bounded onto the stage in his white Elvis jump suit as the band started to
play "Love Me Tender."  Next to sex, he loved performing.  His fan base in
Japan was basically the same as in the United States, a thousand early teen
and preteen girls to every guy, and three-quarters of the guys who were
there were there because they were with their girlfriends.  Actually,
making out with one of his female fan's boyfriends was a hot fantasy of his
during his solo jerk off sessions.
  At that moment he'd even make out with him if he looked like an orangutan
Aaron thought with a grin, the smile causing a thousand teenybopper girl
fans to scream and swoon!  Of course none of the boy fans looked anywhere
near an ape.  Everyone one of them was so sexy looking he had difficulty
focussing on his lyrics, and keeping his dick down.
     As he took his mid-performance break and downed a couple chocolate
bars to maintain his energy and a couple bottles of bottled water to
replenish the fluids in his body, having sweated at least several litres by
then, he inquired about the group of five young men he had spotted near the
front.  It was unusual to see five guys together, and they had to have had
some pull to get that close to the stage.
     "They are the members of Arashi"
     "Arashi?"
     "It is a boy band.  Their name means Storm in English."
     "So what sort of music do they play?"
     "Pop.  Similar to you."
     "Yeah?  I'd like to meet them."
     "They would very much like to meet you too, I am sure."
     "Yeah?  Cool."
     Aaron had not yet changed out of his performing clothes for his last
number when the five fellow musicians were ushered into the changing room
at the back of the auditorium.  He extended his hand and then on second
thought withdrew it.  He was all sweaty, and besides, he didn't know if it
was proper etiquette to bow instead, and if so, who went first.  He'd been
told the protocol, but in the presence of five handsome, stylish young men,
who could remember protocol?  "I'm, ah, sort of skunky right now," he
apologized.
     "Hey, that is okay fine.  We know what it is to perform under the hot
lights," replied one of them, extending his hand.  He spoke with a thick
accent and textbookish English.  He had a narrower face and flatter nose
than the others, and a more triangular jaw, and a very sexy, pouty mouth.
God, he looked so hot, and his voice was so sweet!  He was, Aaron learned
later, the leader of the group.  He also learned later that besides
enjoying singing and dancing, he was very much into stage musicals, acted
in a few TV dramas, and particularly enjoyed drawing and anything related
to art, which had been and still could be his ultimate career path.  "I am
Satoshi Ohno.  It is much pleasure to meet you."
     "Thank you," Aaron said with a courteous nod.  "I'm glad you could
come back stage.  I'm always eager to meet my fans."  Especially
hot-looking boy studs, he wanted to add.
     Each of the others stepped up and extended his hand as he introduced
himself, stating his last name first as was the custom in Japan and giving
a shy and humble nod.  It was all very formal and awkward, as it usually is
when one is introduced to someone famous and whom you know nothing about,
even though each of them was famous in his own right, and especially in
Japan.
     "Ew," joked the fourth, introducing himself as Matsumoto Jun as he
stepped forward and quickly wrinkled his nose and stepped back.  "Perhaps
we shall just bow," he said with a grin as he did so with a deep flourish.
Ohno and a slim, long-legged boy who'd introduced himself as Masaki Aiba
punched him in the shoulders and laughingly said something in Japanese.
Aaron knew he was just joking and appreciated it as it helped to break the
ice, but he didn't blame his reaction.  He was skunky from sweating on
stage, and Jun was a stylish dresser.  He could easily be a cover boy for a
teen celeb mag or a model in a fashion magazine.  Aaron recognized the
scene of his cologne as Georgio Armani.  He learned later that he was the
clown of the group.
     "So, I hope you liked the performance," Aaron said as they completed
the introductions.
     "Oh yes, very much so," replied Ohno, and the others quickly agreed.
     "I understand you are performers yourself?"
     "Yes," replied the one who had introduced himself as Sakurai Sho.
Twenty-one, five foot seven, a hundred and twenty-five pounds, with a
thirty-inch chest, twenty-seven inch waist, and thirty-five inch hips, he
was a major stud, ghettoish-sexy, and the most macho looking.  He was
wearing an expensive Tommy Hilfiger shirt and cologne and GAP cargo pants.
He looked the oldest and he spoke more fluent English.  Aaron learned later
that he was the group's vocalist and an actor besides, and actually the
second oldest, being a year and two months younger than Ohno.  "We very
much appreciate your style of performing."
     "Very, how do you say it, much full of energy," added Kazunari
Ninomiya.  At five foot five he was the same height as Ohno, the two
shortest of the five, and at a hundred-and-sixteen pounds, five pounds
lighter than Ohno, he was the lightest of the group.  He was the group's
guitar player and besides enjoying singing and writing songs, he liked
video games, and nature.  His best buddy, Aaron learned that evening, was
Sho, and he could not help wonder just how close buddies they were.  Nino,
as the others called him, had more bristly hair, thinner eyebrows, narrower
eyes, and a sharper nose than the others and looked almost European.  He
also looked more delinquent, the type who would challenge authority.  Aaron
did learn later from one of the others that although usually gentlemanly,
Nino could have a bratty attitude.
  He spoke little, his English not being as good as some of the others.
     "Well, I do work up a sweat, as you can tell," Aaron said with a grin.
"I'd love to hear some of your music."
     "We not perform just now," said Ohno.  "But we would be much happy to
send you one of our CD's."
     "That would be awesome."
     "Well, we had better let you get changed and shower," said Sho.
     "Yes, it has been very nice to meet you."
     "Yes, it was very nice for you to meet us in your busy schedule," Sho
added.
     "Well, actually, I've got a bit of free time.  I don't perform again
until the twenty-second, in Tokyo.  I sort of have the evening free," Aaron
hinted.
     The five glanced at each other.  "Perhaps you would be interested in
seeing some of Osaka?" asked Sho.
     "That would be cool.  I'd love to soak up a bit of Japanese culture."
     Nino said something in Japanese and the others laughed.  Sho
translated.  "Nino says, you Americans, the minute you are over here you
want to visit our public bath houses, because of our mixed sex bathing."
Aaron was about to explain what he meant by "soak" when he realized they
were joking with him.
     "That and visit our geisha girls," joked one of the others.
     If they only knew his real interest, Aaron thought as he quickly
showered and changed, choosing something casual but stylish, always
conscious of looking his best in public.
     "So, what would you like to do?" Sho asked as he joined them.
     "I dunno," Aaron replied with a shrug.  "Something Japanese," he
suggested with a smile.
     "Oh, maybe a tea ceremony," Jun suggested with an impish grin.
     "Or we could go see an exhibit of rice paper paintings at the museum,"
joked Masaki Aiba.  At five-foot nine and a hundred and twenty-four pounds,
the band's twenty-year-old sax player was the tallest and one of the
heaviest of the five, and the closest to Aaron in size.  With his sexy eyes
and sensuous lips and his hair worn long on the sides and combed over his
ears and in a bang over his forehead, he reminded Aaron of Jesse.  He, like
Sho, spoke very good English.
     "Actually, I could do with a bit to eat," Aaron said, chuckling at
their joking at his expense.  "I'm sure you could recommend a good place.
What do like to eat?"
     "Italian," replied Ohno.  "Capricciosa is the best in Osaka."
     "Pizza," observed Sho.  "There are many good places to go."
     "Anything as long as it is hot and spicy," contributed Nino.
     "I think he was asking about food, not girls, Kazu-chan."  They all
laughed.
     "Noodles," offered Jun.
     "Yeah, especially Ramen noodles," agreed Aiba.
     Settling on noodles, they took their guest to one of their favourite
noodle restaurants, a small out of the way restaurant off the beaten
tourist path, and away from their own fans.  As they ate, they talked,
about music, about touring and fans, and about their interests, Sho and
Aiba helping Aaron and the others with translation.  Aaron found besides an
interest in music, he and Aiba shared an interest in basketball, and he and
Nino in baseball (though not in zarusoba, a noodle dish in a bamboo basket
garnished with horseradish and served with a saki-based dip with shredded
ginger root that Nino had ordered for himself and had offered him a taste.)
Jun's recommendation, tori nanban, a hot wide-noodle dish with deboned duck
breasts and scallions in a savoury broth made from kelp and dried bonito, a
saltwater fish, and served with suzuko mizore-ae, separate bowls of very
salty red caviar, pungent flavoured shredded white radish in lemon juice,
and a bowl of soy sauce.  The Japanese style of offering separate dishes of
dips and seasonings to flavour your food to your own taste Aaron quite
enjoyed.
     He found all of them except Aiba were involved in acting of some sort
and to varying degrees besides performing in the band.  They were all fun
and easygoing and a bit crazy and he was immediately comfortable with them
despite being five to seven years younger than they were.  The liberal
serving of warm sake certainly helped.  Aaron had no idea what the drinking
age was in Japan, but clearly it didn't matter where they were and the rice
wine flowed freely.  As they talked, he could not keep his eyes off Jun and
Aiba.
     "It is no surprise he is often cast as a bishounen," whispered Sho,
nodding at Jun.
     "A bishounen?"
     "A pretty boy, an attractive young man, in a girlish way."
     "Oh."  Aaron blushed.  "You mean, he's. . . ."
     "Oh no.  What is meant by bishounen, is he has very fine features and
mannerisms, like a girl, elegant, beautiful, with much sex appeal."
     "I see."  Jun was all of that.
     "You may possibly see reruns of Gokusen in which he acted.  It was a
very popular television series last year," Sho whispered.  "Aiba is very
attractive too, though in, how would you say, a more boyish way."
     "He reminds me of my b of a good friend of mine."  Actually, it had
been a long time since he'd had sex with Jesse, and though he loved him
just as much, saying they were boyfriends was stretching their relationship
now, though at one time it had been very true.
     "Well, that is one experience of Japanese culture taken care of," said
Aiba cheerfully as he pushed his empty plate away and drained his glass of
saki.  "Now I think we need to take our gaijin guest to visit a geisha."
     "Gaijin?"
     "Foreigner."
     "Oh."  Aaron had for a moment thought Aiba had noticed his interest in
him, and had interpreted his glances correctly.
     "I think our guest would be more interested in visiting Village,"
observed Sho, "but he is too young."
     They glanced at Sho and then at Aaron and back at Sho who nodded
imperceptibly.  Something was up.
     "Too young to drink, but not for the other," observed Aiba.
     "The Village?" Aaron asked.
     "A bar, here in Osaka, one that is friendly to foreigners, and, well,
those who have a certain interest," explained Sho, but there was something
he was not saying.
  Jun said something in Japanese and they all chuckled.
     "What did he say?"
     Sho hesitated, and then said slowly, choosing his words carefully.
"Jun said, if you really are a boy who likes noodles, perhaps you'd like to
experience bukkake."
     "Oh, I like noodles, very much," Aaron responded, causing them to
break out in laughter and Aaron to look at them curiously.
     "When Jun says noodle, he means . . .," said Sho, discretely cupping
his hands before him and dropping them to his crotch and extending his
index finger and wagging it, causing Aaron to turn bright red.  So, his
interest had been noticed, and correctly interpreted.  It was funny in a
way that total strangers could pick up on something that his closest
friends could not.  "And bukkake is?" he dared to ask.
     "It can mean a method of preparing noodles, or the toppings that are
poured on top of them," Sho explained, "or it can refer to a practice in
some private clubs of men gathering together and ejaculating on a kneeling
woman, or if they are gei, on another man."
     "That sounds like . . .  it could be an interesting experience," Aaron
responded.
     "You are not serious."
     "I am, if you guys are."
     His hosts glanced at each other and all turned to Ohno.  Ohno had
become their leader and spokesman not because he was the oldest of the
group, twenty-three in another two months, but because of a quick round of
jankenpoi, rock-paper-scissors, before the band's official debut.  That,
and because he did tend to be the more mature of the five.  "I know a place
that will not question your age or your place of birth," he said after a
moment.
     The little bar was still further off the beaten tourist path though in
a district that was friendly to foreigners, and certainly not a place where
they would expect to find their fans.  As Ohno drove there, they, again
through Sho and Aiba, explained about bukkake and wajashudo.  Bukkake, they
said, supposedly had its origins as a form of punishment and humiliation
for women who cheated on their husbands back in feudal times, and some said
it was also practised to humiliate prisoners of war and show their captors'
superiority.  It later became a popular form of Japanese pornography in
that it was, and still is, illegal to portray a man's pubic hairs or
genitals, but not his semen.  Then with the advent of AIDS and increase in
other diseases, it became a popular nightclub sport among the Japanese gay
population and later spread to other countries through European and
American gay tourists as it was relatively risk free when it came to
catching diseases, though that was something he did not have to worry about
with them they assured him, and which Aaron assured them, they need not
worry about him either.
     "The golden mean in Buddhism states that if a deed causes remorse and
results in weeping, it is ill-done, but if it causes no remorse and results
in joy and happiness it is well- done," Sho explained with the help of the
others.  "So unlike in Christianity, sex is seen as a good thing within
itself, not just in procreation.  In ancient times, same-sex behaviour was
not seen as a different level of sexual interaction or as being practised
by certain types of people.  It was seen as just another style, one of
many, though which sexual pleasure could be enjoyed.  And in ancient times,
wajashudo, sex between men and boys, the way of the youth, was once an
honoured practice among the samurai and great lords.  Even today with
westernization and the spread of Christianity, the adoption of western and
Christian morals is only an affectation of the bourgeois middle-class.
Still in Japan there are no laws against nanshoku, male love, and the age
of consent for any type of sex is in most districts thirteen," he concluded
as they pulled into the parking lot.
     The place was small and noisy and crammed with Japanese men, clearly a
gay bar.  Although the patrons were friendly to foreigners and turned a
blind eye to those who were under the drinking age, the Arashi crowded
around Aaron to block him from view just the same, not just for his sake,
but because they didn't want any additional participants wanting to join
in.  Considering only Aiba was as tall as he was and Ohno and Nino were
four inches shorter, their attempt was rather ludicrous, as they all
realized and chuckled about later.
     There were several rooms in the back for different types of amusement,
private and public.  The one Ohno rented for them was small, ten feet
square, with a decorative black and white tile on the floor and half way up
the walls with contrasting etchings of men in various poses of embrace,
white on black and black on white.  There were a few bamboo matts in the
corner, a bamboo tray with what appeared to be assorted cutlery, another
with wet wipes, a third with dry towels, and behind an ornate silk screen
in the other corner a row of hooks to hang your clothing.
     "Traditionally," Sho continued as they began to strip, "the one who is
to be the recipient is usually blindfolded and then brought into the room,
but I think you will enjoy this more if we skip that part."
     Aaron's heart began to speed up as he pulled down his fly and
unbuttoned the top of his trousers.  Glancing at the others as they stepped
out of their trousers and slipped off their shirts, Aaron hoped he would
not be embarrassed by popping a boner.  That was going to be difficult to
avoid with five cute hunks standing there in their jockey briefs and thongs
and about to step out of them!  Kneeling down on the matt Ohno had placed
in the centre of the room and looking up at the five JPop performers
expectantly, Aaron felt his cock begin to twitch and rise.  Surrounded by
five handsome, naked young men, Jun the youngest, having turned twenty just
three weeks ago, and Ohno the oldest at twenty-two and ten months, all with
smooth skin and tawny complexions, impossibly narrow waists and smooth,
hairless chests, all stroking and shaking their limp dinks and staring at
him, it was something he'd never imagined in his wildest dreams.
     Sakurai Sho he would have recognized by his Tommy Hilfiger cologne but
he was glad he was not blindfolded.  The sight of the macho, ghettoish-sexy
stud standing there before him, stroking his rapidly growing cock, his
large, hairy balls bouncing between his thighs, his lips parted and his
deep, penetrating eyes narrowing as he concentrated on the pleasure
throbbing between his legs was a sight Aaron would envision for months to
come.  Beside him Satoshi Ohno, loved and respected by his fellow band
mates, affectionately nicknamed by them Ohji- chan, Young Prince, stroked
his now erect cock with his long, artist fingers.  Except for being two
inches shorter and a few pounds lighter, he and Sho had identical
physiques, thirty inch chests, thirty-five inch hips, and twenty-seven inch
waists, their muscular, smooth bodies the colour of butterscotch, their
thick, jet black hair sweeping down over their foreheads as they glanced
down at their jacking fists.
     To Aaron's right was Matsumoto Jun, five foot eight, a hundred and
eighteen pounds, chest 30.7, waist 25.2, hips 34.7, cock six inches, balls
large and pendulous.  His straggly hair, brooding good looks and
penetrating gaze and innocent face were truly that of a bishounen, the
perfect model for a yaoi comic.  Sho had told him Jun was a sensitive
romantic and Aaron could believe that.  Strands of long, black hair swung
down over his eyes as he pumped his now stiff cock.  Aaron could not wait
for the girlish cover boy model to spray him with his hot semen.
     To Aaron's left, three inches shorter and a couple pounds lighter but
with an identical physique, Kazunari Ninomiya, two months younger than Jun,
was staring down at his pumping fist and his beautiful, tawny-coloured
cock, his slender, guitar-playing fingers playing a very different
instrument that night.  What song might the handsome young songwriter
compose about this night?  Aaron could imagine him on some solitary beach,
perched on a rock and composing as he watched the sea gulls dipping in the
ocean, naked as nature intended man to be.  Sho had said he had a strange
sense of humour and could be very spontaneous.  He sounded like the type of
guy he'd get along with well on the beaches of Marathon.  What matter that
Kazu-chan as his band mates affectionately called him could speak little
English, and he little Japanese?  Aaron inhaled deeply, delighting in
Nino's l'eau par Kenzo pour homme cologne as he imagined the two of them
making hot, passionate love on a beach in the Florida Keys.
     Twisting around to look behind him, Aaron ached with desire at the
sight of Masaki Aiba.  His slim body, long legs, sexy eyes and sensuous
lips sent a shiver of desire up his spine, and he longed to reach out and
embrace the hot young stud and to replace his fingers with his own.  The
hot Japanese stud would be twenty-one in three months, and he would be
sixteen.  What difference did five years make?  Nothing in a country where
wajashudo was a revered and long- established custom.  Aaron inhaled
deeply, imprinting the image of the hot young sax player slowly stroking
his stiff cock and the fragrance of his Versace Blue Jeans cologne in his
mind.  Sho had said Aiba was hyper-nutty.  Aaron smiled.  The same had been
said about him at one time as a blond moppet prankster hanging around his
big brother and the members of the Back Street Boys.
     Aaron was erect and aching.  Nobody had said anything about him not
masturbating too, but he decided not to.  He wanted to concentrate on and
enjoy the climaxes of the five young man jerking off around him.  Who would
be first?  Would they all come at the same time?  What would it be like,
having them spray his naked body with their hot juices?  Historically it
was to humiliate and to show power.  That was so hot.  Though that was not
their intent now, it was humiliating in a way, sitting there naked in the
middle of the room with five guys about spray you with their stuff.  That
was a power thing in a way.  His cock throbbed and jerked between his legs,
the foreskin having slipped back to form a collar about his cockhead.  A
droplet of clear pre-cum oozed out the tip.  He reached down and smeared
the sticky, clear fluid over his exposed knob, enjoying the feel of its
sticky sliminess.  Looking up to find Aiba looking down at him and smiling,
Aaron quivered as another droplet oozed out of the tip of his throbbing
cock.
     The small room had grown hot and stuffy and the five hot, naked young
men panted and sweated with arousal.  The mixed fragrance of the different
colognes was now replaced by a more natural fragrance, that of sweat and
hot, swelling balls of young men, the fragrance of young men in heat.
Intent now on their climaxes, the five horny young pop stars beat their
hot, stiff cocks rapidly and with unabashed delight, grunting and panting
with the pleasure pulsating through their young, throbbing cocks and the
tension rapidly developing in their loins.
     Sho stepped up closer to Aaron and aimed his cock directly at his
face.
  His thin, muscular chest rose and fell as he gasped for breath, his
smooth butterscotch skin beaded with sweat.  Throwing his head back in
ecstasy as he erupted, he directed the first squirt along Aaron's right
eyebrow, and the second over the left in what was known in the bukkake
world as painting the eyebrows.  His remaining squirts he allowed to
splatter Aaron's face, his forehead, his nose, and his cheeks.  His cum was
thick and white and slowly oozed down Aaron's nose and cheeks, leaving
behind a slimy, glistening trail.  Standing directly above Aaron, he
squeezed his throbbing, aching cock, milking out the remainder of his cum
and dribbling it on the top of his head.  Aaron ached to release a load
himself as Sho had him reach up with both hands and work the hot, sticky
slime into his fine blond hair, the ultimate male hair conditioner.  The
feel of his hot slime lining his eyebrows and hanging on his cheeks as he
worked the slimy cream into his hair caused Aaron to tense with the strange
ecstasy.
     Nino chose what was known as a tit shot, aiming his shots at Aaron's
pert nipples.  Aaron's cock twitched with renewed arousal as Nino's thick,
creamy cum struck first one nipple and then the other.  His nipples
immediately stiffened as the hot slime coated them and began to ooze down
his smooth chest.  After coating his nipples and spattering his chest with
his hot seed, Nino also stood above Aaron and milked out the remainder of
his cum, and like Sho, he had Aaron work the fresh cream into his scalp
with his fingers already sticky from Sho's hot juice.
     Aiba was next, the sensuous sax player tossing his head back and his
long, black hair out of his eyes as he spattered Aaron's smooth back, his
hot streamers of cum lacing the boy's skin as hot as any whip.  Aaron
trembled in ecstasy as he felt the hot stud's thick cream oozing down his
back.  With his arms raised as he ran his sticky fingers through his now
slick and spiked hair, his pits were invitingly exposed and Aiba finished
off with a final spurt of his nut sauce in Aaron's right pit and then as it
began to ooze down his side aiming his swollen, blood-engorged cock at the
fine blond hairs of Aaron's left arm pit as he milked out his remaining
cream.
     Having Aaron unfold his legs so instead of kneeling and sitting with
his haunches on the back of his heels he had his legs crossed lotus style
in front of him, his right foot on his left thigh and vice versa, Ohno,
rapidly pumping his aching, throbbing cock, squatted down before him.
Totally unaware of Aaron's foot fetish, he shot his load on his feet, his
hot, thick cum lacing the sole and back of first one foot and then the
other and oozing between his toes, sending Aaron's cock into a wild jerking
frenzy.  His lips parted and gasping for breath, Aaron threw back his head
and groaned with the unique pleasure of having his tender soles laced with
creamy cum, and he wiggled his toes in ecstasy as he felt the thick cream
ooze between them.
  Gasping for breath himself, Ohno milked his stiff cock, decorating the
tips of Aaron's frequently photographed feet with his creamy load.
     Jun was last.  The elegant, beautiful youth, the bishounen teenage
girls across the country shared romantic dreams about, looked down at the
cum-soaked American teen with lust-filled eyes and ordered him to open his
mouth and throw his head back, warning him not to swallow.  Aaron did so
eagerly, opening his mouth wide and closing his eyes in joyful anticipation
of the treat.  Having been holding himself back, Jun released his load with
an unabashed ecstatic groan and a quiver of delight.  Shot after shot, hot
and thick, spurted out of his throbbing cock and into Aaron's eager mouth,
collecting and flowing over his tongue, filling his mouth with creamy,
spicy cum.  The unique flavour and texture of his cream, accented by his
diet of fish and spicy food, sent a shiver up Aaron's spine and caused his
cock to jerk as a large dollop of pre-cum oozed out of the burning tip.
Saltier than the red caviar and more pungent than the shredded daikon
soaked in lemon juice that Aaron had recently eaten, Jun's nutty, spicy
cream assaulted Aaron's taste buds and the young fifteen-year-old pop
singer groaned in unabashed appreciation.  Jun swayed on weakened legs as
his own head spun with the ecstasy and violence of his ejaculation, his
lips parted and his slanted eyes practically closed as he milked his stiff,
throbbing cock and his remaining cum oozed out of his cock and dripped in
thick streamers into Aaron's mouth.
     Having Aaron cup his hands and spit his cum out, Jun ordered Aaron to
smear it over his swollen balls and stiff cock.  The eroticism of smearing
the bishounen's juice over his own genitals himself and the feel of the
Japanese youth's hot, thick slime oozing over his balls and about his
stiff, aching cock brought Aaron off without a single stoke.  The young
teen pop star threw back his head and groaned in ecstasy, his own hot cum
spurting up into the air and spraying his heaving stomach and smooth
thighs.  His peehole burned with pleasure and his stiff cock throbbed as
streamer after streamer shot from his pistol and laced his flushed,
cum-smeared body, the taste of Jun's cum on his lips and the slime dripping
from his fingers.
     Getting a plastic spoon and bowl from the bamboo tray, Ohno squatted
down and began to scoop up the cum from Aaron's body, collecting the
puddles of creamy slime where it had collected in the folds of his stomach
and creases where his legs joined his body.  The streamers and spatters on
his back, chest and feet were added to the bowl and finally the spatters on
his face.  Stirring the slimy mixture with a suggestive grin and gleam in
his eyes, he scooped up a spoonful of the thick goo and fed it to their
gaijin guest.  Aaron clamped his lips down and drew the creamy custard into
his mouth and savoured it before swallowing.  His cock twitching with
arousal, Ohno handed the spoon and bowl to Sho.
     One by one the five naked Japanese heartthrobs squatted before Aaron
and scooped up a tablespoon of the slimy sperm pudding and with a leer fed
it to the young American.  Watching the young teen obediently slip his lips
over the spoon and suck in their offering and swallow it, his body
glistening and sticky from their slime shower and his hair spiked with
their creamy goo, each of the young men felt his limp cock begin to rise
again.  They inhaled deeply, sucking in the heavy, cum-scented air as they
reached down and began to stroke their swelling cocks once again.  After
all, they were young and healthy, and it was not every day they had the
opportunity to treat a hot young American star to one of Japan's oldest
cultural traditions.

                     Arashi ga yatte kuru!
               Get ready!  We gonna have a party!
                     Arashi ga yatte kuru!
               Get ready!  Why don't you join us?