Date: Tue, 07 Nov 2000 17:13:02 EST
From: Tony Idolatry <xxxidolatry@hotmail.com>
Subject: Airboy Chats It Up (t/t con celeb)

	This is a story containing sexual acts between consenting males. If you are
underage, or if this material is in any way illegal where you live, turn
back now! This story is, in its entirety, a fantasy, a fairy tale, a work of
FICTION. While the characters do exist, this FICTITIOUS work is in no way
meant to imply anything about the actual sexual orientation of the
characters. Aaron Carter and any people in his immediate universe, and any
mentioned celebrity for that matter are, unless we are told otherwise,
real-life heterosexuals. Sorry, guys! :) Enjoy the story!


Airboy Chats It Up
by Tony Idolatry


	Aaron Carter's growing young prick stood at attention, proud and hard as
steel in his tight Jockey briefs. Aaron's 1000-watt smile lit up as soon as
he felt his dick come to life. He reached down to massage his shaft through
the moistening cotton. The grown-up pleasures of his recent foray into
puberty still made Aaron squirm in ecstatic surprise. His lips pursed as he
squeezed his tubesteak harder, a satisfied giggle escaping, not in the
high-pitched tone of his childhood, but in the deeper, breaking timbre of
adolescence. The beautiful blond boy was becoming a gorgeous young man.

	Aaron was laying on his bed, clad only in those Jockeys, in his second
floor bedroom of his family's palatial home in Orlando. The Carter estate
was just about as close to a mansion as you can get without completely
losing the appearance of a typical American house. Nothing was extravagant,
but everything was huge. The driveway was huge. The cars were huge. The pool
was huge. Guess what? Every room was huge, too, and Aaron's plush bedroom
was no exception. Aaron stretched his legs out now, feeling his dick strain
to its breaking point along with his feet. He continued smiling as he looked
around the room and thought how his brother Nick had brought the family all
of these riches, and how soon, Aaron himself would become the main bread
winner. He was sure of it. His new album was an impressive freshman hit, and
the girls couldn't get enough of him. God knows that combination of sales
and sex worked wonders for Nick.

	Thing was, unlike his skirt-chasing brother, who seemed to chill with a new
girl every weekend, Aaron was starting to come to grips with the fact that
he craved male flesh. This was a very tough thing for a junior high-schooler
to admit to himself, let alone one that had young girls all over the world
in a trance, but Aaron couldn't help but understand and enjoy his sexuality.
He watched his male backup dancers shake their stuff when he was out on
tour, the way their tight asses moved in their plastered-on blue jeans, and
the way every toned, bulging muscle in their chests and arms would react to
his music, and it made the boy feel so powerful, so emotionally and
physically erect, that he had to dash back to his dressing room to jerk off
a desperate load of young jism before returning to meet his fans. Lately,
Aaron had tried to throw a little more sexual energy into his own dancing,
hoping that somehow, the guys behind him would get as turned on as he was.
So far, there was no sign that it was working.

	Not that Aaron Carter could be discouraged. Photographers for his latest
photo shoots were always pleasantly surprised by their young subject's
willingness to take off more and more of his clothes, to tease his audience
of young readers. What they didn't know was that Aaron sort of viewed those
photos as messages in a bottle, SOS calls to any gay teen hotties that might
be perusing that particular magazine. The message, partially hidden behind
that innocuous, gleaming grin and puppy dog brown eyes, was urgent: Help!
Need cock now! Preferably long and thick. All applications considered!

	Now, as Aaron fondled himself on his queen-sized bed with the bright yellow
spread, he thought of ways he could speed up his chances of getting off with
another guy. He slipped his underwear down to his knees and groaned "Yeah"
as his thick five inches of boy meat snapped up and flopped against his firm
stomach. Aaron began to jack himself slowly, running his right hand
repeatedly over his oozing cockhead. From the Internet, he had learned that
most guys flail up and down on their dick shafts, but Aaron preferred
concentrating pressure right on his sensitive glans. A youngster's threshold
for pleasure is remarkable.

	Aaron could still remember his first orgasm, six months ago. He had been
watching Access Hollywood, which followed up a story on the Backstreet Boys
with a behind-the-scenes look at the making of the 2001 Chippendale's
calendar. Aaron calmly excused himself from the living room and discarded
his clothes once he was behind his locked bedroom door like they were on
fire. After watching those sculpted exotic dancers pose on beds and beaches,
Aaron didn't have to do much to himself. A few minutes of hand-on-cock
action brought on the most intense feeling he'd ever known. He never even
imagined anything could feel so wonderful. Once, when he was nine, Aaron
walked on in Nick as he got a blowjob from a female fan. He really didn't
understand what was going on back then, but even now, an older, wiser Aaron
couldn't fathom that a blowjob could feel any better than the orgasms he
gave himself. If it did, Aaron wanted to find out. Soon.

	Aaron's bedside digital clock blinked 11 p.m. A glimmer of Florida
moonlight shone through the boy's open window, a cool October breeze and a
light shade of silver enveloping the masturbating musician.

	The sprawling house was quiet, with both of Aaron's parents out of town and
Nick sound asleep, preparing for a morning flight to London to do some more
blasted publicity appearances. The business of running the house had
therefore fallen to the maid, Belinda, who had left hours ago, and the
live-in butler, Walson, an aging British man cut from the classic cloth of
royal servants past. Aaron found him to be the most boring man on the face
of the earth, but he sure could tidy up a chaotic bedroom mighty quick.

	Aaron moved his left hand from his warm, hairless balls down to his golden
asscheeks. He slowly dug inwards until he felt his index finger bump against
his tiny anus. Aaron took a deep, nervous breath and pushed through,
wiggling the finger around once it was an inch or two inside his rump ring.
He pushed deeper and jerked himself harder, thoroughly enjoying the fiery
pleasure of an anal invasion. He pushed his lower body upwards with his
feet, allowing his hand easier access to his rear. As Aaron rolled his head
to the right, lost in the moment, he saw the moon reflecting off his desktop
computer monitor.

	"Hellllllll yeah," he groaned. He suddenly withdrew from his asshole with a
squishy "pop" and rose from the bed. Aaron kicked off the Jockeys clinging
to his ankles. His erection waved stubbornly in front of him as went to sit
down in front of the computer. Aaron turned the power on as he sat down, a
rush of bright blue and white illuminating his naked body. It was his
wallpaper design, a picture of himself, of course, wearing an undershirt and
turquoise vinyl pants. The photo would appear in magazines in November.
Aaron was quite proud of the session, but then again, Aaron was pretty damn
proud of everything Aaron-related.

	With a few deliberate keystrokes, Aaron connected to the Internet and
zoomed towards a Web chat community he had stumbled across a few weeks
earlier. He was not much for cyberchatting, mainly because of his age. It
seemed everyone he would talk to always shot down his underdeveloped ideas,
as if they could see he was only a young boy.

	But this particular chat site appealed very much to Aaron's craving. It had
seemingly hundreds of different gay-themed chat rooms. Aaron had gone from
room to room on several nights, "QueerNYC" to "BigCockClub" to "TwinkTeens"
and many more, savoring the chance to see people just like him interact, and
sometimes, though not often enough, get nasty. The things these verbal
exhibitionists would say to each other in the open chat rooms, things about
sucking and fucking and what they were doing with their hands right then,
what they WOULD do with their hands and cocks if they were actually in the
same room together, drove Aaron's mind and dick up a wall. Last weekend he
had gotten too out of control while reading one such erotic exchange. Two
spurts of his hot cream shot up onto the screen itself, leaving Aaron with
one of the few clean-up jobs he couldn't call Walson for.

	Aaron had gotten the feeling, however, that most of the REALLY hot talk
took place when two chatters left the open room and talked privately,
one-on-one. He had been too nervous to offer himself up for private partners
on previous nights, but tonight he was so horny, so sure that he could say
enough filthy things to rival the fastest talking cocksucker in the land,
that Aaron just knew: tonight was the night. He would be a virgin no more,
at least in a very limited sense.

	Aaron signed in as "Airboy". It was known to be his nickname by some fans
but Aaron figured it was a common enough Internet nick not to draw any
suspicion. He clicked on a chat room he had so desperately wanted to enter
in the past, but for some reason was too timid to do so, even as an innocent
bystander. Not anymore. Click. "GayOrlando".

	Aaron surveyed the room: 9 other chatters. Not much going on. Nothing at
all, actually. Aaron was dead set on changing that. He typed as fast as he
could with his left hand and stroked his throbbing shaft with the right. He
just couldn't pry his hand away. This was way too hot. Just as Aaron
finished typing, a nervous shiver wracked his diminutive body. Goosebumps
broke out across his arms and around his dime-sized nipples. It even felt
like his short blond hair was standing on end. No! Aaron would not chicken
out again. He wanted a guy to make him cum, damn it! He pressed the enter
key, sat back, stroked and waited. His to-the-point greeting appeared in the
room's previously empty white space:

<Airboy> Anyone want to cyber?

	Aaron didn't really find the invitation sexy, but he had seen many other
chatters use it successfully. This time, though, nothing was happening. The
others seemed to sit back and ever-so-slowly digest the question, while
Aaron was left to wait and wait, almost breathless. He moved towards the
edge of his red leather computer chair, pawing at his dry cock and
occasionally tweaking his stiff nips. What luck. Wasn't ANYBODY out there
horny?

<DTMickey> Hi.

	Yes! Of course the answer was yes! The "Hi" had popped up in a private chat
window! Aaron put his right fingers between his lips to gather up a little
saliva for the jerking to come. He could taste a slight bit of his own musk
from the earlier fingering as he typed eagerly with his left hand again.

<Airboy> Hey! Horny?

	There was an inexplicably long pause. Aaron wondered if he somehow scared
the guy off.

<DTMickey> Uh huh.


<JizzyJ> What are you, Aaron Carter for Halloween? :)


	Aaron gasped as soon as he saw the message in the second pop-up window. He
shook his head in disappointment. Obviously he had it coming. Stupid! Why
didn't he just sign in with a completely crazy nick like "CockyCarl" or
something? Rats.

	But then, as devious young boys tend to do, Aaron thought the whole thing
over and turned from utterly defeated to completely invincible in a
microsecond. What was wrong with playing along? With a smirk and a tireless
hard-on, Aaron abruptly closed the boring first chat window and focused on
typing in the second.

<Airboy> Yea, something like that. ;)

<JizzyJ> Cool. Really, are u a fan of his?

<Airboy> He's not bad.

<JizzyJ> I think he's so fucking sexy.

	Aaron gasped again before giggling. He had never felt this powerful before.
This had to be a dream, right? He was dreaming. Had to be. This couldn't be
more perfect. Aaron called on all his manipulation skills to keep this
going. He'd show those other assholes who could play who. Just a little boy?
Bite me.

<Airboy> Well then that's my Halloween costume for sure. :)

<JizzyJ> LOL. Wanna jack off with me or what?

<Airboy> Hell yeah.

<JizzyJ> Alright! 22, 6'9", 165 lb, brown hair, brown eyes, 8" cut. You?

<Airboy> 12 (going on 13), 4'5", 90 lb, blond hair, brown eyes, 5" cut.

<JizzyJ> No, come on man! Really.

<Airboy> Hey, trick or treat dude! That's my story. Am I really sexy? ;)

	Aaron couldn't quite contain his laughter. Nick's sleep just down the hall
was fragile, and Walson might be walking around. But this was so fucking
awesome! Aaron lifted his butt off the chair and gave himself a good hard
spank to stop the laughs. Somehow, it worked. Somehow, it made his cock jump
again.

<JizzyJ> Yea, alright, I'll bite. You're crazy, but yea, you're sexy.

<Airboy> I just jerked off for the first time last week. It was way cool.
All I had to do was think about Nick until I came.

<JizzyJ> Oooooooh such a bad little boy. You want your brother's cock, huh?

<Airboy> Why not? He's a sexy guy too, isn't he?

<JizzyJ> Very sexy. My cock just got hard thinking about him.

<Airboy> Well now think about me sucking his cock.

<JizzyJ> Mmmmmmmm

	Aaron really didn't think about Nick that way. He had seen a few stories
about the two of them fucking when he surfed the Web. Ugh! Nick was his
brother! But he knew stuff like this got some guys off good and hard. Just
knowing that this idea was making this strange guy go gaga made Aaron need
to rock his own cock again. He started flailing away, his right hand sliding
up and down all five inches at breakneck speed. Suddenly, Aaron really liked
this technique.

<Airboy> You like that idea, man? My little boy face sucking my brother's
big man meat?

<JizzyJ> Your cute baby face was meant to ride a cock. Are you naked?

<Airboy> Mmm hmm. You?

<JizzyJ> Buck nekkid and jerking.

<Airboy> Mmmmmmmm. Naked college boy with a big stick. :)

<JizzyJ> College graduate, thank you very much.

<Airboy> Whatever. Eight inches, huh? Ever get blown by a teen idol?

<JizzyJ> Well, once I fucked a guy who plays Donald Duck at Epcot on
weekends, but I think he's more of a pre-school idol. ;)

<Airboy> You're funny J. You should be a comedian. The question is, are you
horny?

<JizzyJ> Sorry.

	Aaron was in heaven. This wise ass was eating out of his hand. Now all he
had to do was go in for the kill.

<Airboy> Do you want me to swallow your dick J?

<JizzyJ> No. I want to swallow yours.

<Airboy> Oh? Go on. What would you do to me if you had the chance?

<JizzyJ> Well, I'd probably take you out to my pool.

<Airboy> Let's use mine. It's bigger.

<JizzyJ> :) Alright, fine, your pool. You're wearing a pair of bright blue
swim trunks and I'm wearing absolutely nothing.

<Airboy> Wow, that IS a big dick. And those muscles! It makes me so hot!

<JizzyJ> You like guys with muscles?

<Airboy> Are you kidding? I want to lick your body like a lollipop all
fucking day!

<JizzyJ> Well you can do that later. Right now I jump into the pool and
stand halfway out of the water so you can see my wet chest and arms.

<Airboy> Mmmmmmmm I like.

<JizzyJ> I'm really getting turned on too, looking at your hot little body
and that bulge in your trunks, so I wade over to the edge of the pool and
tell you to get naked on climb on my broad shoulders.

<Airboy> I turn around and tease you slowly. You get to see my sweet ass
before my sweeter cock.

<JizzyJ> How sweet is it?

<Airboy> Oh baby, you could brush your teeth every night and still get
cavities.

<JizzyJ> :)----->

<Airboy> I stroke my wand for you a few times. Hard thick boy cock. You can
see it, can't you? Look at my face, licking my lips. I can't wait for you to
eat it.

<JizzyJ> Climb on baby. Throw your legs over my shoulders and stick that
pretty cock right in my fucking face.


	Typing REALLY slowly now, Aaron was frantically trying to find a balance
between hard, feverish masturbation, and slow, gentle milking. He didn't
want the conversation to end too soon, but at the same time he was blown
away. This is what he wanted to hear all along from another guy. He had
never been so turned on, not even in the crowded, flesh-filled dressing room
of the Kids Choice Awards.


<Airboy> Mmmmmmmmm yeah, I'm grinding my tasty boy crotch against your lips.
Can you smell it, man? Can you taste it?

<JizzyJ> Hold still so I can swallow this beautiful dick. Ohhhhhhh fuck.

<Airboy> Whoa, your lips are cold against my tasty hot dog. I can feel your
tongue slithering down, inch by inch. My stiffy getting even stiffer between
your cheeks. Oh god damn, you suck cock so good baby.

<JizzyJ> Mmmmm hold onto my head, little boy. Pump that stick down my
throat. SLLLLLLLLURP!!!

<Airboy> AARGH! RUFF! RUFF! You like that, huh? You're turning me into a
fucking animal with this blowjob! Look at how my pretty legs wrap around
your neck as I fuck your face. Look up at my eyes. Look at how nuts you're
making me! Suck me hard! HARDER!


	Aaron was on the edge now. He couldn't help it. He could see it all so
clearly, the blazing sun, the pristine blue pool, and this adonis holding
Aaron's tiny body high above the water as he devoured every last bit of the
boy's throbbing peter. Aaron took the opportunity to stick a finger up his
rear every time he didn't have to type. He flung one leg up onto his
computer desk to give himself a feeling of riding SOMETHING. Sweat gleamed
against the nape of his neck. His entire body was flustered with the red
glow of sex.


<JizzyJ> (spits on your balls and slaps your tight buns)

<Airboy> Yea, work those balls dude. Taste those Aaron Carter balls. I can
feel my juice boiling under your tongue.

<JizzyJ> I want that juice, Aaron. It all tastes sooooo good, you fucking
hunk. I want you to cum all over my mouth.

<Airboy> Soon enough, slut. OH FUCK! Real fuckin soon, you big strong cum
slut!

<JizzyJ> That's right, I am your slut. All YOURS Aaron. Let me choke on that
dick some more. Mmmmmmmmmmmgrrrghhhh

<Airboy> Mmmm hmmmmmmmmmyesssssss

<JizzyJ> (pokes a finger into your nasty asshole)


	Aaron managed to jam his entire index finger up his own butt when he saw
that fingering action appear on screen. Something deep inside of him
responded. It was time to nut.


<Airboy> AHHHHHHHHHH! I'm gonna shoot it in your mouth!!!!!

<JizzyJ> Mmmmmmmmm fuck I'm hungry for that load. Give it to daddy.

<Airboy> Oh CHRIST! I'm cumming motherfucker! I'm......feeding.....it down
your........fuckin throoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo


	Aaron's finger stuck to the key as his cock erupted, his steaming goo
flying from his slit and covering his quivering chest and abs.

<JizzyJ> Oh yes, Aaron! Yes! I'm shooting my wad too!

	One splooge rocket slammed against Aaron's shoulder. Another shot right
past his ear. Aaron laughed weakly as he heard it splatter against his
bedspread.

<JizzyJ> I'm aiming my cock out of the pool so I can shoot it against your
pretty heiny. UGH! I'm there! UGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG YEAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!

	 Aaron had crossed into another dimension of ecstasy. He massaged his
shrinking cock until he was sure every drop of cum had been spent. He slowly
took his leg off the desk and removed the finger from his tight pucker,
which had expanded and contracted wildly against his thrusts during the
earth-shattering orgasm. Aaron's eyes glazed over naughtily. He brought the
finger to his lips and licked at it lightly, tasting his own delicious booty
yet again.

<JizzyJ> Fuck fuck fuck YES! You feel that cum all over your ass, Aaron?
Scoop that up and taste a real man's load, baby boy.

	Aaron eventually became aware of his chat partner's shared climax. He
followed the command as well as he could, dabbing some of his own cum onto
his wet finger and tasting that as well, a primal sexual flavor coating his
young taste buds now. He shook his head in disbelief, a drop or two of sweat
falling from his short blond mop to the floor. Fulfilled and thankful, Aaron
tried to return his hazy focus to the keyboard.


<Airboy> You taste like someone I'd want up my ass J. Shame you couldn't
hold out for a little rump riding, but I'm QUITE satisfied. :)

<JizzyJ> Oh holy shit, same here, "Aaron". Hehe. I wish I could still get a
piece of that hot hole. Maybe a rain check? Sometime soon?

<Airboy> Abso-fucking-lutely. You know where to find me. 156 Holman Lane. ;)

<JizzyJ> I'll be there in half an hour. :) Bye for now, sexy.

<Airboy> Hehe. Later J. :)

<DISCONNECTED FROM GAYORLANDO>


	Aaron went through the motions of turning off his computer very slowly,
unable to shake his feeling of utter relaxation. Just the experience of
getting off from another man's words, such wonderful, filthy words, and just
knowing that another man wanted him, Aaron Carter that badly and shot a big
load just from a fantasy of sucking his cock was more than enough to warrant
the big dopey smile on the boy's face. He hoped this stupor would never end.
All was so amazingly right with his life, and being gay and............WAIT
JUST ONE FUCKING MINUTE!!

	The nude, cum-covered teen heartthrob suddenly threw his handy roll of
toilet paper to the ground and fell like a rock onto his bed, as if his
brain had been smacked by a shovel. Did he actually SAY 156 Holman Lane to
that guy? Holy shit! He did, didn't he? He gave out his REAL address to an
Internet pervert! Why? Why why why, you stupid little kid, WHY? Aaron
slapped himself across the face four times. His breathing sped up. The
stupor was most definitely out of his system.

	Why, he asked himself over and over again. He tried to wipe himself off
with the paper again, but his small fingers trembled, this time from a very
different kind of boner. That the Carters lived at 156 Holman was common
knowledge in the immediate neighborhood. The neighbors would sometimes bring
their friends by for a quick celebrity encounter, or simply honk their horn
as they drove by the huge house. It was all perfectly innocent. The
knowledge extended to some other residents of the city, but it certainly
wasn't a well-known Florida fun fact or anything. In his post-jackoff high,
Aaron had simply assumed that EVERYONE in Orlando knew his address. At the
very least, anyone who knew who he was, any Orlando fan, would know that
little tidbit. Right? It was only supposed to be a joke. Wasn't it obvious?
He had winked! This guy knew he wasn't talking to Aaron Carter. Or at least
he THOUGHT he knew that, because this WAS Aaron, god damn it! And now, if
this guy didn't get the joke, didn't understand that there wasn't another
adult male waiting at 156 Holman for some actual gay sex, then he would be
arriving to have that sex in THIRTY FUCKING MINUTES!!

	The next thousand seconds were about as nerve-wracking as any period of
time can be for a teenager. Aaron went to the bathroom to clean himself
quickly but thoroughly. He dashed back to his room. He HAD planned to burrow
under the covers and enter dreamland. Not anymore. Not by a longshot. He
turned on his desk lamp and carefully dressed in a casual but complete
outfit: orange tee-shirt, red jeans, a pair of hi-tops, and a silver
necklace which held his lucky charm, a musical note made from pure platinum.
He would certainly need luck by his side on this night.

	Aaron's brain never stopped processing the situation for a single instant.
He had quickly come to the decision that should the stranger actually arrive
on his doorstep, he had to handle it himself or risk the revelation of a
career-destroying scandal. If the stranger appeared dangerous, then perhaps
Aaron would have no choice but to inform others of the impending problem. In
that case, the scandal would be unavoidable. It would certainly be
preferable to being a murdered teen idol, but death was just about the only
scenario Aaron saw as more disastrous than this chat session becoming
public. Heady stuff for a kid to contemplate, but Aaron had made his bed by
whispering not-so-sweet little nothings into a grown man's ear. Now, ready
or not, he had to lie in it.

	Aaron pulled the computer chair over to his window, overlooking the wide
circular driveway and rock garden. The accompanying fountain was not
spraying water into the cool air at this late hour. The chair was still wet
from sweat and another absorbed fluid. Aaron chuckled, longing for those
innocent moments of sexual euphoria again. As he surveyed the driveway, part
of him wished his mother used a gate system for added security, but in a
way, that might make the situation worse. If the stranger were to show up,
only to see a locked gate and the Carter family home, boom. Scandal out.
Life over. At least now, there was a chance, a very slim chance, that
meeting Aaron would be enough to smooth this extremely large wrinkle.

	Aaron sat and stared into the mysterious night. His heart skipped every
time a car approached the house, only to drive on down the street. As the
minutes passed, another wonderful possibility became more and more likely:
the guy knew it was a joke. Or he just didn't give a shit. After all, he was
in an orgasmic fog too, wasn't he?

	Apparently not.

	The hum of the approaching motor softened, then became louder than ever as
the car accelerated, turning left into the driveway. It was a large red
automobile, rough around the edges, maybe a Caddy or a Lincoln from some
years back. Aaron's eyes widened, the shock of it all finally hitting him
full force. He stepped back from the window seat, not wanting to be seen
before he could see his visitor. Quickly drawing the curtains to leave only
a peephole space, Aaron strained to see the driver's face. The car's
headlights appeared crooked. They pointed far too upward, blinding Aaron
momentarily. Once the car approached the part of the driveway circle that
ran alongside the house, Aaron could finally see the man behind the wheel.
To his surprise and quite limited delight, the guy was everything his
self-profile had claimed. He was a very youthful 22 years old. His short
brown hair did not obscure his delicate facial features. The stunned
appearance of his deep, expressive brown eyes revealed obvious amazement at
the size of the house. He was wearing a white muscle shirt. Those arms.
Those shoulders. Aaron honestly couldn't believe it. They were exactly as
strong as he had envisioned.

	Aaron couldn't sit and wait for the car to stop. The gorgeous stranger
would be at the door any second now. He HAD to get there before Walson. He
bolted out of his room and down the hall to the main stairway. Aaron
nervously slid down the long stairway banister towards the front door. He
hadn't made that slide in three years, but it was still the fastest ride the
house could offer.

	He had just sprung to his feet on terra firma when the first knock came on
the door. Jesus! Knocking at...11:57! Aaron wanted more time to compose
himself and come up with a battle plan, but he could not let the commotion
continue. He quickly flung the door open, revealing the stranger, his fist
still in mid-knock, his mouth agape.

	"Jeeeeeeeeeesus," the stranger exclaimed, totally dumbfounded at the sight
of Aaron. His voice was very deep and seemed appropriate, for he was a very
tall, toned twentysomething. "Spank my goat and call me Harry." Aaron cocked
his head and rolled his eyes at the odd phrase. Despite the awkward
situation, he still knew a starstruck man when he saw one.

	"Ohhhhhhkay then, Harry," Aaron said, letting out a nervous chuckle as he
opened the door just a smidgen wider. "I'm Aaron."

	"Yea, Airboy," the man remembered with a dopey nod, until he finally seemed
to snap back into reality. "No, wait, I'm not Harry. Harry! I don't know
what that was, really. My name is...."

	"Whoooooooo," the drawn-out British voice from behind Aaron asked, "is this
young man, Master Aaron?"

	Aaron had to think quickly. It was make or break time, and at least at this
point, Harry, or whatever his name was, didn't seem homicidal. He didn't
even seem coherent. Here went nothing.

	"This," Aaron said with a beaming smile to Walson, "is Terry Lewis." The
boy quickly shot a wink at his handsome stranger, then went to stand beside
him, looking like a bright explosion next to the man's black vinyl gym pants
and black dress shoes. Aaron attempted to pat him on the shoulder -- the
very shoulder he was cyber-riding poolside half an hour ago -- but couldn't
quite reach high enough. "Don't you know Terry Lewis, Walson?"

	"No, sir." The hopelessly unhip Brit seemed genuinely sorry that he didn't
recognize the man.

	"Sure," Aaron encouraged, "Terry Lewis. He's only one of the biggest
producers in music today. He's done a lot of great work with Jimmy Jam."

	"Jimmy............Jam, sir?"

	"Now you've got it, Walson, old boy," Aaron chided. "I called Terry over
tonight to talk about my next album for....an hour...or so, right, Ter?"

	The handsome stranger smiled and nodded quite naturally. Maybe there was
hope for this musclebound Frankenstein yet, Aaron thought. He reached for
the stranger's hand, finding a firm but comforting grasp, and together the
pair scooted past a satisfied Walson and up the stairs towards Aaron's room.
The teenager couldn't believe this was happening. He just couldn't. And as
much as he couldn't imagine being aroused at a time like this, holding the
hand of a bonafide hunk like this made his pulse race just a little faster.

	"Jason," the man whispered to Aaron as they ascended, finally completing
his introduction. "I'm a fan."

	"Trust me, Jason, that's obvious." The two reached the top of the stairs.
"I guess it's also obvious that earlier......well, let's just say the
feeling is mutual."

	Jason smiled at the very unexpected compliment. "Yea, I guess it WAS fun,
wasn't it?" Aaron tried but couldn't stop himself from nodding and grinning
slyly as he looked away from Jason and down towards the carpet. The man was
simply prime beefcake. Even his beaming, remarkably innocent smile melted
the young boy's resistance.

	"Hey," Jason said, still in a very low tone that understood the house's
close quarters, "I realize I'm not a music expert or anything, but isn't
Terry Lewis BLACK?"

	Aaron laughed uncontrollably. They had reached the door to his room. He
brought a shushing finger to his own lips as he opened the door, even though
it was he who needed to quiet down. It was so cool that this hot guy almost
twice his age was able to play along and understand Aaron's little lies so
well, yet not treat him like some stupid little kid. It was almost like he
had some respect for the kid's cunning. It's about fucking time, Aaron
thought.

	Aaron turned on the bright overhead light and walked about four feet into
his spacious room, turned, and flung his arms outward, inviting Jason to
take a good look-see. Look at the room. Look at the view. Look at ME, baby.
Jason did drink it ALL in with a cautious bemusement, edging into the room
almost inch by inch until anxious Aaron was finally able to close and lock
the door behind them. He circled giddily around Jason's muscular thighs and
over to the bed, where he sat down facing the man and pointed behind him.

	"That's a picture of Nick and me at the White House," he said.

	"I see," Jason said, nodding incredulously. Aaron pointed to the framed
drawing of a happy family above the window.

	"That's our family portrait. Peter Max came especially to the house to draw
it. My parents told me he's....."

	"A well-known artist. Yes, I know," Jason said gently. Aaron decided to get
to the point with all the pointing. He motioned towards the empty computer
chair, a wet spot on the seat edge still evident in the harsh light.

	"That's what you did to me earlier," Aaron said, almost in awe.

	"Now THAT, I can relate to," Jason said with a hearty laugh that went
silent as soon as he saw Aaron's reminiscing expression wasn't changing.
Jason suddenly flicked the overhead light off again, leaving the softer desk
lamp as the room's only illumination. He pointed to the chair meekly. "Mind
if I sit in it?"

	"No," Aaron said, almost in a whisper. "You might get a stain on your
pants, though."

	"I realize that," Jason said with a grin as he sat down to face Aaron with
a quick movement. "I'll just have to remember never to wash them."

	Aaron smiled back. The lamp left Jason's face in strong light and Aaron
shrouded in a slight shadow. It comforted the boy, allowing him to get a
good look at Jason with a feeling of anonymity, even though Jason was
staring right back. Jason's fairly massive body seemed relaxed, quite
content with being somewhat of an anatomy lesson for Aaron. Aaron
practically drooled over Jason's arms. They seemed to strangle the thin
white straps of the man's muscle shirt, trying to make the clothing
disappear into a canyon of pumped flesh.

	"You're pretty smart for your age," Jason suddenly remarked. Aaron blushed.

	"You're pretty hot for 22."

	"19."

	"What?! But you said...."

	"I know what I said," Jason sighed, shaking his head. "I just didn't want
any of those chat room guys to think I was too young."

	Aaron laughed, loud and long. This one couldn't be stopped. He eventually
buried his face in the pillow to muffle the delighted squeals of his
breaking voice. Jason took a moment to admire Aaron's contorted young rear,
nicely encased in the red jeans, before attempting to regain his
credibility.

	"It's not THAT funny."

	"Oh, COME ON," Aaron shouted, bolting upright again. "It's fucking
hilarious! I mean, hello? Do I look old to you?"

	"You said this was your Halloween costume!"

	"Well, TRICK, it wasn't, and TREAT, not only do you know I like guys, but
you are the only man in my bedroom with me at this particular moment, are
you not?" Aaron let the question linger, then slowly brought a finger to his
wet lips and teasingly swished it back and forth.

	"You can't be serious," Jason said. It stung Aaron for a moment. He WAS
serious. He was serious about seducing a college-age guy and he hadn't even
realized it. He put his finger away and cooled down for a moment, returning
to a silent observation of Jason.

	"Where'd you get that from?" he asked, pointing to a small pink scar line
above the muscle man's right eyebrow.

	"In the gym. My sparring partner was playing dirty."

	"You box?"

	"I'm just an amateur."

	"That is SO awesome!" It was Jason's turn to blush. He smiled and made a
"get outta here" wave with his hand, but Aaron's admiration remained. "I
love boxing. Roy Jones is my favorite fighter. I went to see a couple of his
fights."

	"Wow," Jason said, happy for the bond. "Aren't you a little young to watch
something that rough?"

	"That's nothing," Aaron said matter-of-factly. "You should see those crazy
European girls swat each other by the stage at my concerts. Ole' Roy would
have his hands full, that's for sure."

	The two laughed for a long time on that one, Aaron's boyish giggles and
Jason's deeper chortles seeming to intertwine in midair and form a seamless
duet. Just for a moment, the gap between the two seemed to vanish. They
glanced each other over again, each slowly nodding. Jason's eyes seemed to
contain endless appreciation, while Aaron's countered with admiration. It
didn't take long for the focus to get physical once again. Jason could see a
small stiffness poking from Aaron's lap, and it caused him to get hard as
well, his large cock's excitement becoming very evident beneath the tight
black fabric.

	"I can understand why those girls get so crazy," Jason said smokily.

	"You're not wearing a cup, are you?" Aaron asked the obvious, his eyes
practically glued to his visitor's expanding lap.

	"No. You're not planning on hitting below the belt, are you?"

	Aaron smiled devilishly. "In a manner of speaking," he cooed. Instinct took
over. Aaron kneeled forward and leaned in, Jason wheeled forward and leaned
out, and the pair's lips met, perfectly, breathlessly. Aaron felt the
ruddiness of Jason's lips, mature but still amazingly soft considering the
many unwelcome jabs that had probably been planted on this kisser. Aaron
felt Jason pressing even harder against his own mouth. His pillowed pink
lips widened, and felt Jason's tongue press against his clenched teeth. They
remained like this for a moment, massaging each others lips while grinding
against each others pearly whites. It felt so innately intimate. Finally,
Jason gave way and Aaron suddenly found his tongue inside the hot young
boxer's mouth. His boy dick swelled to its absolute breaking point as he
thought of how naughty he was being right then, tasting the inside of this
strange hunk's mouth, slapping his tongue against Jason's gums and tonsils,
and leaving a saliva trail behind when he finally broke the smooch.

	"I was a little unsure about this," Jason said, wiping his mouth between
labored breaths, "but now I'm wondering if you could somehow want this more
than I do."

	"Don't wonder," Aaron replied swiftly. He leaned back and took his orange
shirt off to reveal his tanned young physique, while the necklace bounced up
and the charm boinked him squarely on the nose. Jason smiled and reached out
to soothingly finger the top of Aaron's flushed little honker. The boy
recovered instantly, tossing the shirt onto the floor and leaning into the
light again. "Just kiss me, Jason."

	Jason did just that, cradling Aaron's soft cheeks as he kissed all over
that angelic face, from his forehead, to his recuperating nose, to those
sweet lips again, and down to his chiseled chin. Aaron almost felt like he
was getting licked by a pet, but this was a much more welcome beast. Jason
used his tongue now inside Aaron's mouth, savoring the taste of a horny
adolescent boy, seemingly a mixture of vanilla, blueberries, peanut butter
and, well, nut butter from earlier. Jason blew gently down Aaron's throat as
the two locked lips, Aaron floored by the warm sensations extending down his
neck.

	Aaron grabbed onto Jason's shirt straps, as if to rescue them from the
athlete's biceps, but he quickly let go to feel those very biceps, amazed at
the way each square inch of moist muscle mass seemed to throb and pop under
his touch. Jason broke his kiss and smiled at Aaron's obvious interest in
his exceptional physique. Aaron grabbed at the shirt again as Jason leaned
back. Their eyes met, Aaron's small brown pupils focused but pleading. Jason
nodded. Aaron grinned from ear to ear and pulled with all his might on the
flimsy fabric. Jason pushed out with his pecs to speed things along, and in
a few seconds, a tremendous "RRRRRRRRRIP!" shot through the room. Aaron
looked like a kid on Christmas morning, glaring down at Jason's large, erect
ruby red nipples, weighty pecs and perfectly defined six-pac abs and
wondering which of these desperately desired presents he should devour
first.

	"Better not rip my pants," Jason said, smiling up at the thrilled young
boy. "I'll have to go home naked."

	"Nah," Aaron said. "You just won't be able to leave. Mind spending the rest
of your life in this room?"

	Jason pointed to the large TV mounted against the room's far wall. "Why
not? You've got cable, right?"

	Aaron grinned cockily before hopping off the bed and kneeling on the floor.
He moved in quickly to lap at Jason's hard left nip. In a blur of lust he
battered the nubbin with his hot pink tongue, drawing up as much saliva as
he could to give Jason that incredible feeling of warm, wet suction. He
looked up at Jason as he moved from one nipple to the other, just to make
sure he was turning him on. Aaron guessed that  the three times Jason moaned
and rolled his eyes back were good signs. The boy laughed and bit down
playfully into the nipple. Jason groaned and threw his hands back far enough
to slam into the wall behind him.

	Aaron started getting frisky with his hands, running them down Jason's
sides and then over, around, and across his chiseled abs. Aaron felt his own
cock beg for attention as he traced the firm lines of muscle with his tiny
fingers.

	"You're so goddamn HOT," Aaron shrieked, sounding like one of his own fans
and panting from hardly ever taking his mouth off of Jason's chest.

	"You should see the view from here," Jason countered. Aaron's tan back
shimmied with his every movement in the warm lamplight, leading down to his
tight little bon bons, shaking like maracas beneath the fiery red fabric.
"Pull down your pants," Jason commanded. "I want to see that beautiful ass
of yours." Aaron kneeled upright for a moment and smiled as he reached down
to his hips. Finally, SOMEBODY was responding to his rectal rhythm. Aaron
swiftly pulled his pants and briefs down to his knees, giving Jason a bonus
view of his yummy boner and full balls before the boy leaned over again and
went back to work.

	Aaron brought his mouth lower this time. He sank his sharp white teeth
around Jason's dark waistband and tugged, growling like a dog to express his
anxiety and, also, to be the rambunctious kid that he was. Jason lifted up
and allowed Aaron's hands complete pulling access. He really was afraid that
the kid was horny enough to rip all of his clothes apart! Aaron WAS, but
Jason's pants weren't hostile to his pulling and were considerately saved
from destruction.

	Aaron had his face a little too close to Jason's crotch as the pants fell.
Jason's fully erect cock snapped up, not held back by underwear of any sort,
and roughly slapped against Aaron's nose. The kid was taking a beating
tonight, but he loved it. He hadn't expected to see or feel Jason's cock
without first getting rid of some boxers or briefs. The sight left him
awestruck, his eyes bulging at the sheer size of the smooth olive-skinned
joystick with the wide, dripping dark glans. Jason's heavy balls were
receiving pressure from both of his ripped thighs. It didn't seem to bring
him any pain. Finally, after Aaron started to drool on the man's bare leg
without noticing it, he snapped out of his cock-happy trance.

	"I....thought....you said....EIGHT....inches," Aaron gasped. "Looks
like......more!"

	"It's ten," Jason admitted while taking a tight hold of his squirming
shaft, sounding proud but blushing at the same time. "I didn't want any of
the chat guys to think I was lying." Aaron extended his hand and looked up
with questioning eyes. "Go ahead," the horny boxer encouraged. It's all
yours."

	Aaron started the jack the big meat off ever so slowly. Jason leaned back
and moaned almost immediately after the young boy's cool hand started its
massage of his most sensitive muscle. Aaron reached down and touched his own
slab of stone with his left hand, careful not to apply too much pressure,
since he would've surely cum all over his expensive carpet. He jerked away
on Jason with amazement, learning quickly how to handle a cock double the
size he was used to. Jason was leaking a lot of pre-cum, and while that was
usually enough lube for Aaron on his own smaller dick, the bottom of this
shaft was getting to dry for Aaron to jack. Aaron abruptly stopped jerking
and brought the hand to his mouth. He sucked on each and every finger,
licked all over the palm and wrist, getting it nice and wet with saliva
while getting his first hint at what Jason's manhood would taste like. Jason
watched him do this with a ear-to-ear grin of great anticipation. When Aaron
saw this, he stopped licking, looked down at the big dick again, then back
at Jason before smiling himself.

	"What am I putting it off for?" Aaron asked as he took a tight hold of the
cock's root with the soaked hand. He leaned forward, his lips a centimeter
away from Jason's winking cock slit. "You gonna stop me or something?"

	"Christ, no."

	"Didn't think so." Aaron winked up at his older lover before carefully
wrapping his wet lips around the meatball-sized glans. "Mmmmmmmm. Mmmmmmm
hmmmmmm."

	Jason grabbed onto the back of Aaron's head, running his strong hands
through the young singer's blonde hair as that small, sweet mouth swallowed
more and more of his freakish cock. Jason had several partners in the past,
but none had been so gentle and so determined to give his endowment a
thorough blowjob than Aaron.

	Aaron had seen some oral sex pictures on the Internet. He had the image of
Nick's girlfriend du jour, her mouth stuffed with his brother's dong, burned
in his brain. In short, he had more than a clue of what would make Jason
feel good. He used as much saliva as he could call up. It dribbled down the
sides of those last three or four inches that Aaron's lips couldn't reach at
first, slowly making the arid dick as welcoming as a slip-n-slide. He
remembered to move up and down fast and often, since it was all about the
friction. He jerked off whatever he couldn't gobble down, and caressed
Jason's hairy nuts with his other hand.

	Most importantly, he never took his eyes off Jason's face. That was hard to
do with an attractive, delicious cock slamming past his gums, but Aaron
concentrated on the FEELINGS in that department, the tight shaft skin
jamming against his tongue, licking around the rim of the cockhead when it
was already inside his mouth, and so many more heavenly cocksucking
sensations. He kept his eyes locked with Jason's and oh, how that only added
to the fun!

	Jason couldn't take the intensity of Aaron's stare. He would look down,
realize that this gorgeous kid was looking him square in the eyes while
slurping down his poker, and look away again. The tough guy would close his
eyes and scrunch up his lips, lost in the moment. Sometimes, though, he'd
manage to look further downward and see Aaron's asscheeks, so tight and
sculpted, the garish silver necklace and platinum note waving in the breeze
as the boy's head bobbed furiously up and down, and the developing muscles
in Aaron's wiry teen arms, working overtime as his hands milked Jason's
needy balls and shaft. Aaron's body seemed so graceful as he sucked cock,
almost like Jason in the ring. This, the brawler had to admit, was a much
sweeter science.

	"How'm I doin', Jase?" Aaron finally came up for some air and
encouragement. He figured the taste of cock would linger for days. And the
best flavor was yet to cum.

	"Son of a bitch," Jason hissed to no one in particular. "C'mon," he urged,
pushing the boy back towards his meat. "Make me lose it, Aaron Carter. Use
that mouth till I cum."

	Aaron nodded eagerly and grinned, strings of saliva breaking across his
teeth every time they moved. Aaron moved in for a big finish. He was anxious
to find out what another man's load tasted like. He craned his neck higher
and positioned his face to look directly down on Jason's vertical cock,
creating a right angle. Who ever thought math could be this much fun? Aaron
again took a firm hold on those last three our four inches he couldn't eat,
opened wide, and impaled his mouth on Jason's dick with one fast, determined
bob. The glans smacked hard against Aaron's tonsils, causing the boy to
cough, but he made a small adjustment and got another two inches crammed
into his mouth. About seven inches. Not bad, he thought. Now, for a little
oral choreography.

	Aaron tamed the massive pole with giant swooping sucks, pounding down inch
afer inch, pulling off just as fast, then plunging down again. He got it
down to a timed pattern, as if there was a beat in his head. Everytime he
had swallowed as much cock as possible, he would coaxingly squeeze Jason's
balls, wanting a sack full of seed as an early Christmas present. He lowered
one finger from the sweaty nuts and dug inward, teasing rubbing the top of
Jason's asscrack. It was all too much for the big guy.

	"Aaron, I'm gonna shoot it baby!"

	"Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm"

	"No! Really, dude, you're gonna...WHOA....get a mouthful if you don't watch
out."

	"MMMMMMMMMMMyeeeergghhhhh"

	"AHH SHIT! Alright, you hot little fuck, don't say I didn't warn ya! I'm
cumming! I'm......gonna.....gonnahhhh......oh, HOT DAMN!!!!
YEEEEEEEEHAWWWWWWW!"

	Cowboy Aaron had roped this steed, and now ropes of white hot man jam were
flooding his meat-munching mouth. Two shots squirted against the back of his
throat before Aaron quickly pulled off and worked the rest out with his
hands, keeping his mouth wide open above the eruption of goo. He let out a
gurgling laugh as spurt after spurt continued to baste his wagging tongue.
Jason rocked and twitched in the chair as if he were being shocked by
millions of volts of ecstasy. After six healthy splooge shots, one only made
Aaron's chin, the next shot against the boy's hand, and the rest dribbled
out. Aaron closed his mouth and moaned along with Jason. Awesome! Just plain
fucking awesome! Slowly, he savored and swallowed his prize. Jason's jizz
was creamier than his, almost like oatmeal, but this tasted soooo much
better, tangy, just like his cock tasted, only stronger, like Aaron could
really digest the essence of a real man. Once Jason seemed to calm down and
Aaron had licked his hands, and the now-well-worn edge of the computer chair
clean, he got off his knees, looked down at the conquered athlete and
smirked.

	"You taste like someone I'd want up my ass J," he repeated from earlier.
Jason laughed and shook his head at the boundless energy of youth. Jesus, it
wasn't that long ago when HE was Aaron's age, when he dreamt of finding a
studly fucking machine to take care of these new carnal urges, and now Aaron
had found that in him. Man, he thought, some people get closer to the top of
the world in their teens than 99.9999% of the hapless schmoes on this planet
will EVER get. The very LEAST he could do was help Aaron celebrate in grand
style.

	"Not yet. Later." Jason slowly got to his feet and walked all of two feet
before sitting on Aaron's bed. Aaron stood facing him. Jason looked the kid
up and down. Aaron felt awkward getting admired with the pants and Jockeys
still around his ankles, so he kicked that crap over to the corner. Jason
truly adored Aaron's nude form, the boy's lanky upper body beginning to fill
out, the happy cock still flying at full mast. Aaron waited for Jason to say
something, do something. He began to fidget in his hi-tops, his expression,
still flustered from the sucking and sperm shower, seeming to ask "What
now?" It was all so adorable. Jason finally slapped his hands against his
own shoulders.

	"Climb on."

	"Are you nuts?"

	"No! I can take it. Here, watch." Jason simply scooted backwards on the bed
until his back rested against the wall bordering the bed's other side.
"C'mon. Get up here."

	Aaron shrugged and moved to stand on top of the bed. He was desperate to
feel what Jason had just felt, and he figured this ride-me blowjob thing
must've really been one of Jason's most cherished desires. Sinking deeply
into the mattress with his hi-tops, Aaron carefully lined up the center of
his body with Jason's waiting mouth and crouched down about a foot, rather
than actually sit on Jason's shoulders, until his pulsating prong was in the
bullseye zone. Jason let out a sudden angry grunt and grabbed tightly onto
Aaron's bubbly butt, pulling the boy in as close to his face as he could.
Aaron couldn't really manage to wrap his legs AROUND Jason's neck because of
the wall, but he tried as best he could to splay his legs out sideways, over
the muscle man's shoulders. He assumed this would satisfy Jason. He assumed
right. Jason wasted no further time. He roughly jerked Aaron's dick a couple
of times, spit onto the already moist cockhead, and took the meat into his
mouth.

	"Ohhhh fuck, Jason," Aaron said, his words cut off by a gulp of surprise.
Jason didn't fuck around when it came to blowjobs. He had swallowed bigger
dicks in the past. This baby was thick but smaller, easier to deep throat,
but by far Jason's favorite suck ever. Younger dick just tasted younger. It
bounced around in your mouth, played hard to get against your tongue, made
you feel so alive. Jason clamped two fingers around the root of Aaron's
bopper and tried to get a good bobbing rhythm going, but Aaron would have
none of it. He was bucking wildly, pushing hard to get into Jason's mouth
one second, then pulling out from the mind-blowing pleasure the next. It was
unbelievably intense. Aaron groaned the whole time, thankful Nick's bed
wasn't on the other side of this wall, because there was NO WAY he could've
kept quiet. Without realizing it, he was out on his feet, putting all of his
weight on Jason's shoulders. Jason was more than happy to carry the
scrumptious load. He kept his hands against Aaron's perspiring rear to
balance the boy.

	"AAARRRRRGH, Jason!" Aaron looked down to meet Jason's eyes. The young star
had an expression that said it all: he was having the time of his life.
Jason never took his lips off the tasty dick. "Where the fuck did you learn
how to do this?" Jason couldn't resist an answer. He reluctantly pulled off
to reply, leaving a wad of spit in his wake.

	"You."

	Aaron cracked up, looked towards the heavens again, and waited all of a
second before pumping back into Jason's ready throat. Jason let Aaron take
over the timing now, and nearly got his lips burned off in the process. Once
Aaron didn't feel any restraint, he braced his hands and chest against the
wall and pistoned as hard and often as he could in and out of Jason's warm,
expert mouth. Thankfully, Jason's lengthy experience with mouthpieces taught
him how to breath through his nose for long periods of time. Even through
that passage, his sinuses were filled with the aroma of Aaron's musky patch
of pubes, the teen's load from earlier still giving off its funky, fantastic
fragrance. Jason would occasionally try to clamp down on Aaron's cockhead
when it got to the back of his throat. Most times he failed, but when it
worked, Aaron would squirm to regain his freedom, Jason getting to lick and
just plain devour Aaron's thick stick in the meantime. He reached down to
feel Aaron's balls. He couldn't remember a time when his own balls felt like
they were on fire, but Aaron Carter's cream filled cajones were certainly on
the brink of boiling over.

	Aaron was indeed shortening up his thrusts now. Jason looked up to see
those special brown eyes bearing down on him. Aaron's breathing was labored,
his face was covered in sweat, and his necklace bouncing off the hard wall.
This was his greatest performance ever: the in-and-out. Come and get it.

	"Oh.......my.......god.....I'm....gonna.....nut," Aaron cried, almost in a
tone of disbelief. He STILL couldn't believe he was this lucky.
"You.....READY.....Jase?" Jason made one simple response: he worked a finger
into Aaron's snug rear. Real sex just HAD to imitate cybersex. Aaron sure as
hell didn't mind it. "Oooooooooh, my assssss, yessssss! Fuck me, suck me,
I'm there, Jase! It's cumming! It's CUMMING, MAN! YES! YES!!! YEAAAAAA, FUCK
FUCK, YEAAAAA BOY!"

	Aaron's watery, salty load fired deep into Jason's gullet, round after
round of cum. Jason held Aaron tight, the whole cock in his mouth and his
whole index finger inside Aaron's ass. Aaron's cock continued to spasm long
after his five doses of boy juice were down Jason's throat. The boxer just
kept holding Aaron in the clench, letting his dick soften between his lips.
He slapped Aaron's bouncy buttocks with every throb, sending Aaron to
another sensational plateau.

	Aaron stayed plastered against Jason's face for a good three minutes, not
saying a word, just reveling in the moment. He was a man, damn it, a real
man, and he would forever be ready to thank Jason for that. Like right now.
Aaron's focus turned to Jason's finger, still firmly lodged in his throbbing
butt. He regained power in his legs and pushed down on Jason's hospitable
shoulders to let him know it was time to separate. Jason reluctantly spit
his flaccid dick out and popped his finger free.

	"I believe I WILL be paying for what that did to my sweet tooth," Jason
said matter-of-factly as he took a taste of the butt-basted finger.

	"Now," Aaron started in an incredibly relaxed tone, "I SAID, fuck me in the
ass, J." He kneeled down and offered his hole up for Jason's cock. The sight
made the big dick jump to its full length. Yep, Jason was ready for round
two. He ran his hand over his new boner a few times, teasing Aaron. Aaron
was in no mood. "Let's go, I wanna bounce on that pogo stick, J. Going once?
Going twice?"

	"Absolutely SOLD," Jason said, roaring to life just in time. "Hand me those
pillows." Aaron obliged, and Jason kneeled behind the inviting young butt,
propping it up on the two pillows to get at least some semblance of a
straight line between short Aaron's anus and tall Jason's jock cock. Jason
wrapped his hands around Aaron's hips and moved forward, running the length
of his ten inches across Aaron's crack just to remind the eager teen what he
was in for.

	"Fuck me," was Aaron's pleading reply.

	Jason leaned over and hocked some spit onto his flaring glans, and
distributed it as generously as he could to the rest of his iron shaft.
Aaron moaned as his visitor's hands lovingly pried open his butt cheeks.
Jason had also fucked before - the guys at his high school had offered
wonderful opportunities for all kinds of sexual pleasures - but never anyone
this young, this tight. He spit again and used it to carefully lube and fit
two fingers inside Aaron's rump. It was obvious Aaron had never even taken
that much inside at once.

	"It burns a little," Aaron said, but he still wiggled to get more of the
fingers inside.

	"It always burns a little at first," Jason reassured him. He moved the two
fingers in a circle, attempting to stretch the sensitive passage. At this
point, Jason was thankful for possessing only an average thickness. "You've
just got to go with the flow at first. I'll be gentle." Jason silently moved
his pinky inside. It went in with only the slightest of grimaces from Aaron
and quickly got adjusted inside of him. Three ain't bad, Jason reasoned.

	"Ooooooh, it's starting to tingle in that good way," Aaron reported. "Don't
go TOO gentle when it gets to that point."

	"Alright, alright," Jason laughed. "Ready?" Aaron nodded. "OK. Let's
screw." Aaron squealed in delight. Jason placed his wet glans against the
slightly wider hole and pushed at a crawling pace. His own cock had never
seemed this imposing, but when Aaron let out a hiss once the head was past
the flexible ring, Jason knew this wouldn't be child's play. He held steady
for a few seconds moving left and right to send the stubborn asshole one
message: surrender. "You OK?" he asked.

	"It's good," Aaron said through a wince. "More."

	Jason gave him another two inches. He could see Aaron wasn't enjoying it
yet, but it was also obvious that the boy was smart. He knew it amounted to
climbing up an anthill for an orgasmic ride down Mount Everest. It had been
that way when Jason get his own cherry popped. It was a rite of passage.
Jason pushed in again. Four inches in and Aaron's face looked like a dried
prune. Jason decided that was enough initial insertion. He waited the kid
out, one minute, two, three, until eventually Aaron was ready to be playful.
He smiled back at Jason and Jason offered him a finger to suck on. He did
quite happily, as if he were solemnly sucking cock again. Jason spanked
Aaron's full ass and laughed. "I don't know, Airboy. You might deflate with
a hole this big."

	"Might as well go for broke then," Aaron winked.

	Jason pulled back several inches but didn't pull out entirely. That
would've been too risky at this point. He pushed back in. Aaron moaned, the
grimace quickly wiped away by that look of relaxation he had worn right
after he unloaded into Jason's mouth. Jason dug into the teen's hips, pulled
and pushed again. This time, no flinch from Aaron at all. Jason did it
again, but faster, again, even faster, and within two minutes, he was
steadily porking Aaron Carter with four, maybe five inches of his huge
manhood. Aaron rolled his head from side to side, seemingly lost in the
melody of anal sex.

	"Holy shit, I can feel it so deep inside," he shouted. "It's like......wow,
it's like.....something's missing when you pull it out."

	"You like feeling it way up there, huh?"

	"Ohhhhh, it's sooooo amazing, J."

	"You want more? REALLY want more?"

	"Give me what you can, baby."

	Jason was covered in sweat. He felt like a bomb diffuser, only there was
still going to be an explosion at the end of all of this. He thrust a little
harder, spread Aaron's cheeks a little further, and was rewarded by, he
guessed, getting close to seven inches into Aaron's loaded boy pussy.

	Aaron was making purring noises from his gut with every thrust. Jason's
cock was driving his virgin prostate wild. Aaron was completely unaware of
the prostate's secret pleasures before wanting to get fucked. He just
figured it would somehow make his cock feel good. Well, it did, and so much
more. His pubescent boner was back to its maximum length, swaying between
his vibrating legs. Jason reached below with one hand and milked it slowly,
driving practically all sanity out of Aaron's compact body. His feet dug
into the mattress for a better grip, but his sneakers were still on. Jason
noticed this and flicked the loose shoes off Aaron's sweaty feet. Once Aaron
gained this tiny bit of control, he was completely animalistic, bouncing
back into Jason's cock just as hard as Jason was thrusting forward.

	"You fuck me!" he screamed towards the window, his voice breaking ever so
cutely. "You pound my pretty ass!"

	"Calm down," Jason warned, though he didn't let up on his pleasurable
plowing. "What about Nick? Your parents? And that other guy?"

	"FUCK 'EM ALL!!!!!"

	Well, the door's locked, Jason thought, and that was the end of that. He
lost himself in his butt busting, feeling the endless excitement of youth
riding under him, that smooth, burning ass flesh feeling so good as his
balls slapped against it again and again. He looked at his cock, this giant
beanstalk planted so deeply inside this gorgeous kid's behind, and got ready
to lose it again.

	"I'm gonna cum, Airboy!"

	"Yes! You give it ALL to ME! You CUM in my FUCKING ASS!"

	"I'm doin' it, baby! You really want it up your ass?"

	"Uh huh! Burn my insides up with that hot spunk!"

	"Yea! You got it, lover boy! I'm.....OH FUCK IT'S HERE!!! UHHHHH!!!
UHHHHHHOOOOHHHH CHRIST, I LOVE YOU!!!!!"

	Jason's second load was smaller than his first pent-up splooge buffet, but
it still tore through Aaron's backside like a burst dam. Four good strings
of jizz slammed against Aaron's primed prostate before slowly turning and
oozing back down onto Jason's spent member. Aaron climaxed almost
simultaneously, with a knobby-kneed Jason squeezing him off onto the yellow
bedspread below. Man, this was gonna be one HELL of a covert cleanup
operation for a certain young man, but Aaron would take care of it with
pride. That is, once he was able to walk again. The key phrase to him was
"young MAN." He had never felt more ready to conquer the world.

	Jason held Aaron close for a long time, his cock still inside his ideal
lover. He felt such an attachment to Aaron, even said he loved him earlier,
but he would go for good if that's what Aaron wanted. It was Aaron's life,
Aaron's choice.

	"God," he said, softly kissing Aaron's earlobe and neck to stir him, "it's
3 A.M. I better haul ass." Jason slowly withdrew his sperm-covered dick and
stumbled around to find his clothes. "I don't want you to have to explain my
piece of shit sitting in the driveway in the morning."

	"But it'll be sitting out there again tomorrow night, right?" Aaron was
sitting up now, very sure of what he was asking. "And the next night? And
the night after that?" He smiled that devilish smile again. "My album needs
a LOT of help. Hands-on doctoring. Even if you were to drop by constantly,
it may not EVER get finished."

	Jason felt his heart go pitter-patter. A boxer learns to harden himself,
but this was a profound happiness he was so glad he wouldn't be without.
"That would be so awful," he said with mock concern. He pulled himself
together and leaned in for one last deep kiss from his improbable new
boyfriend. For now. "I'll be here," he said. "156 Holman. Can't forget it."

	The next morning, Aaron was simply impossible to roust for breakfast. The
kitchen was quiet, just Nick and his faithful servant.

	"Hey Walson," the hungry superstar said between mouthfuls of bacon, "who
was that joker in the awful-looking Caddy late last night? Woke me up right
out of a sound sleep!"

	Walson drew a blank. He scanned his mind as he organized the toast, grabbed
the knife, opened the bottle of raspberry....Ah!

	"A friend of Master Aaron, sir. Jimmy.........Jam, I believe."

	"Jimmy Jam?" Nick nearly choked on his orange juice. "Man, maybe it's
finally getting cool to be white!"


THE END

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