Date: Sun, 14 Oct 2001 01:18:43 -0400
From: Tony Idolatry <xxxidolatry@hotmail.com>
Subject: I Rescued Aaron (t/t, celeb, con)

	This story contains sex between consenting males. If you're underage, or if
this sort of material is illegal where you live, then turn back now! This
story is a work of FICTION. While some characters exist, this FICTITIOUS
work is in not meant to imply anything about the actual sexual orientation
of the characters. Aaron Carter and those people in his immediate universe
are, unless we are told otherwise, real-life heterosexuals.

This story is based on a dream I had a few nights ago. I actually woke up in
the middle of a smile. :)

I Rescued Aaron
by Tony Idolatry


	It all started..........well, I guess it all started in 1940, when they
were constructing my apartment building. The Police Athletic League decided
to also build a gymnasium and attach it to the apartment building. See, my
hometown is in rural Kansas. We still don't have much to do here today, but
back then there was absolutely nothing around. Since the apartments were
meant to trap, uhhh, attract hundreds of new residents, the cops thought it
would be nice for the people to have a place to play basketball, or work
out, or hold assemblies. You know. A real gathering place for the community.

	Then for 60 years, nothing happened. The gym went to waste. Some people
moved in, more people moved out. Then, 18 years ago, my parents got suckered
and moved in right before they had me.

	But last month, a new cable channel for kids called JAM! announced it was
going to come to our crappy gym and film a concert there. The headliners
were going to be Dream and Aaron Carter. Melissa Joan Hart was going to be
the host. JAM! said it wanted to bring "real Hollywood excitement to small
town American kids."

	Let me tell you, JAM! was right. The little girls in my town got more
excited over Aaron and Dream than they did when the pharmacy finally started
selling Tiger Beat. What the geniuses at JAM! failed to find out before
announcing the concert was that only about 20 little girls live in my town,
and none of them live in my building. So that was a problem for JAM!, but it
was fine with me. I was kind of hoping to get some quiet time with Aaron.

	My name's Danny, by the way. Like I said, I'm 18, a senior in high school,
with absolutely no idea what I'm going to do with the rest of my life. I've
got brown hair and dark green eyes and an average, kind of toned body, and
I'm desperately gay. What I guess I mean is, my horniness is starting to get
out of control. I realized I was gay when I was 13, and since then I haven't
stopped jerking off at least twice a day. I would fantasize about my friends
from school doing really nasty things with me, but they all had girlfriends
and made "homo" jokes. Then, when I was 14, I hooked up to the Internet.
Holy shit! I guess in a way it helped, because I realized I wasn't the only
gay kid in the world, but I got addicted to the porn! The stories and the
pictures were incredible! It only made me want dick more. I would have
killed to meet another gay guy around my age, just to kiss him, to feel his
body against mine and his cock in my mouth.

	I thought about that kind of stuff when I thought about Aaron Carter. His
brother Nick never did it for me, but Aaron was incredible. The weird thing
about the Internet is how you can become crazy about a guy just by looking
at pictures. I couldn't name more than two of his songs, I had never
actually heard any of them, and I had only heard Aaron's speaking voice a
couple of times, but looking at his pictures was more than enough to make me
want him.

	Pictures of Aaron were like erotic poetry. He had a natural cockiness
whenever he would pose, but it wasn't exactly an arrogant, macho kind of
cockiness. It was more like a friendly invitation. "Check me out." He knew
that he had it, and he knew how to work it. His outfits cried out for
attention. Wetsuits. Brightly colored tuxedoes. A dog collar. Leather
everything. There's something incredibly sexy about a boy with wispy blonde
hair and innocent-looking brown eyes looking completely self-confident in an
outfit you'd usually see on a bondage addict. I wasn't the kind of guy that
wanted to tie a leash around that collar, but I thought Aaron was really
cool for breaking through stereotypes.

	The concert was going to be on Saturday morning. The workers started
building the stage and setting up the seats on Thursday. I wasn't going to
be in the audience. I was going to be backstage! I couldn't believe it, but
what happened was, the producers from JAM! went to every apartment in the
building on Thursday and told us we couldn't enter or leave the building on
Saturday without showing identification, but that in the gym, the stage was
being built right in front of the door connecting the apartments with the
gym. The audience (mostly girls JAM! was bussing in from other towns) would
enter from the other side of the gym, and a backstage area would be set up
right around the connecting door. They said any of the tenants could come
"backstage" by showing ID!

	I was flipping out over the news, but I couldn't show my mom that I was
excited. My father didn't live with us anymore, and my mother was going out
of town on Friday for a weekend convention (Tupperware Saleswoman of the
Year, Midwest Region). Truthfully, I couldn't wait for her to leave. There
she was, thinking that her macho son was going to spend his Saturday
watching a football game or something. Get real. Instead, I spent Friday
night "de-motherifying" the apartment in case I had a very special
houseguest the next morning. Pathetic, I know, but this was going to be the
best chance I'd ever have.

	I got down to the backstage area three hours before the concert was going
to start. I guess I was a little eager. The audience didn't start showing up
for another hour, and the performers didn't start arriving for an hour after
that. 20 minutes before the show was supposed to start, things backstage
were odd. It was just me, a couple of security guards, three-fourths of
Dream, and Melissa Joan Hart, who couldn't shake free from the only other
tenant who bothered to show up: old Mrs. Lanagham, who had eerily knitted
Melissa a "Bewitched" quilt. Wrong show. Wrong century.

	From the other side of the large black curtain, I could hear girls in the
audience start chanting "Aa-ron! Aa-ron!" but they couldn't have known Aaron
wasn't there yet.

	Just then, the missing member of Dream walked in and caught my eye. I
looked down. Too late. She walked over.

	"Could you get me a Diet Pepsi?" she asked.

	"I don't work here," I replied quietly. She seemed stunned.

	"I know that," she said. The other three girls had moved closer and were
giggling. "Wouldn't you LIKE to get me a drink anyway?"

	"I'm gay," I said. No hesitation. No guilt. She threw up her hands, shook
her head and walked off with her band mates. I was left shaking my own head.
I had NEVER admitted that to anyone before. Why did I do it then? I could've
just said "No thanks." This kind of openness felt different, but it was a
good kind of different. I was in a zone.

	And then Aaron walked in. He was wearing a red football jersey with a white
number 25, matching red nylon shorts, and red hi-tops with little black
stripes. He had a gorgeous tan that made his full pink lips and bright white
teeth stand out. I noticed the hair on his legs. Hairy guys don't usually
turn me on, but that small bit of manliness on Aaron reminded me that, yes,
it was a man I wanted. Walking in next to Aaron was a tiny man wearing an
"Aaron Carter 2001 Tour" jacket over a business suit. It was like being
shackled to a nerd, but Aaron didn't seem to notice. He oozed confidence and
sex appeal with every step.

	I wasn't just going to jump out and introduce myself like some lovesick
loser. I was going to take my time and wait for the perfect moment. Or, at
least, wait until Dream left the room, because I didn't need THAT kind of
taunting ruining my meeting with Aaron. At that exact moment, Melissa and
Dream walked towards the stage. I looked away from Aaron to watch the girls
open the curtain and meet the crazy screams of the audience. By the time I
turned back around, Mrs. Lanagham and her quilt were gone. And Aaron was
right in front of me.

	"Hey man," he said, holding out his hand. "Aaron Carter."

	"I know," I said, quickly reaching for his shake. Jesus, what soft skin.
"Danny James."

	"You here to watch the show, Danny?"

	"Actually, I live here."

	"Oh. I'm sorry to hear that."

	I laughed. Oh boy. Sexy AND funny.

	"Where are your dancers? Your band?" I asked. Aaron pointed to the little
man in the jacket, who was holding a stereo. I could see a cassette inside.

	"JAM! is CHEAP!" Aaron said with a shrug. "Between you and me, I'm getting
really fucking tired of doing these shows. I can't take these goddamn girls
anymore."

	"Really?" I said, genuinely surprised that me and Aaron were already on an
R-rated basis.

	"Why?" Aaron asked. "You like my music?"

	"To be honest," I said, "I don't listen to it."

	"Neither do I," Aaron said with a laugh. "I just sing it. My favorite song
right now is by Elton John. 'I Want Love.'"

	I was blown away. I loved that song too.

	"I want love. Just a different kind." I repeated Elton's lyrics, almost in
a trance, back to Aaron. He slowly nodded. My eyes were glued on his. All of
a sudden, Aaron reached out and ran his hand against my cheek. I was
shocked, but I smiled from ear to ear, and he smiled back, but his was a
nervous smile, and his soft hand felt clammy and uncertain against my skin.
Just then, a huge roar from the audience snapped us both out of it, and
Aaron snapped his hand back to his side. Dream came back down the stairs,
and the nerd in the jacket walked over to the stairs and snapped his fingers
towards Aaron.

	"You'll be here after my set?" he asked.

	"Yeah. Sure." My head was swimming.

	"Good," Aaron said. He began to step away and pointed his fingers to the
ground, as if to remind me to stay right there. "Danny," he repeated to
himself before nodding, smiling and running off to do his job.

	I stood frozen in place for a solid five minutes while I thought about all
of this. I wondered what could've possibly attracted Aaron to me in a matter
of minutes. Maybe it was my strange and sudden confidence in who I really
was. I couldn't believe I'd told Aaron I never listened to his music, but
that actually gave us something in common! He had to know, then, why I was
standing there waiting for him, and hey, maybe the real me wasn't unworthy
of Aaron Carter's attention after all.

	I perked up at that thought, and looked up to see one of the security
guards, who had probably seen everything that had happened, staring at me.
He quickly looked away. Thank God for people who know when to mind their own
business.

	I walked over to a small television monitor, which was showing Aaron's
performance. Those words really had new meaning to me now: Aaron's
performance. This WAS a performance, and Aaron was quite good at it. Without
the help of any dancers or any good songs, he owned the stage, thrusting and
swaying through silly raps and childish love songs.

	The only time Aaron seemed troubled was in between songs, when the girls
made absolutely inhuman noises until no one could hear themselves think. I
could see Melissa, sitting on my side of the stage curtain with cell phone
in hand, screaming to her conversation partner to hold on. Whenever these
screams happened, Aaron didn't smile or wave the noise on, like I'd
expected, but lowered his head and paced anxiously. He seemed to want to be
anywhere else but that stage. I wondered if he wanted to be with me.

	After Aaron managed not to wince through "That's How I Beat Shaq," the
girls found another level of screams.

	"Thank you, Kansas!" Aaron called out. "Bye now!"

	He flew through the curtain, nearly knocking Melissa over. Our eyes were
back on each other before he reached the stairs. He came down two stairs at
a time, walked over and took my hand.

	"Let's go," he said.

	"Where?"

	"You show me," he said laughing. I pointed to the apartment building's
door, and he led me towards it. The girls in the audience kept roaring in
our wake.

	"What about your encore?" the man in the jacket called out.

	Aaron didn't answer him. The next thing I remember, we were down the hall
and I was pressing the button to my building's elevator, to take us to my
apartment on the sixth floor. I took a moment to look over at Aaron, who
still hadn't let go of my hand. His brow was glistening from the show. His
smile was hesitant again. I thought I'd reassure him, and leaned over to
kiss him softly on his cheek, but his smile evaporated and he broke his
grasp. The elevator door opened.

	"I'm sorry," he said. "I don't think I'm ready. I want to, but I don't know
if I....." His eyes welled up. He ran off from me, back towards the gym,
before I could say a word.

	I didn't fight him. I wouldn't. Something inside of me said "This isn't
over." So I stepped inside the elevator and pressed the "door open" button,
standing, waiting, hoping my first real love would return. I heard the
echoes of a beating bass, and it matched the beating of my heart. I wanted
Aaron to be happy, and if he was happy out on stage....

	The floor shook. The screaming earlier had been loud, but it hadn't been
earth-shaking. I heard Aaron say "Thank you so much!" Then the shaking
continued to get worse for about 20 seconds. Then I heard Melissa announce
"Alright, girls, go back to your seats, now. Come on." Then, just for a
split second, the noise became clearer for me. Then I heard a door close.
Then, sprinting. Then, a ball of red and blonde flying past me and slamming
against the elevator's back wall.

	"Go!" Aaron screamed.

	I pressed "6" and together, we left it all behind. I walked over to Aaron
and gripped his shoulders. He was quivering. A tear ran down both cheeks. I
kissed them both away. He looked up at me and our lips met, giving way to
our hungry tongues. Aaron broke away, smiled, and let out a playful growl
before kissing me harder and suddenly running his hand a against my bulging
jeans.

	"You see what you do to me," I said.

	"Oooooooh, I like it," Aaron said before hugging me and kissing my neck. He
clamped his hand around my eager penis. I felt a gush of pre-cum squirt out.

	"You make me so hard," I groaned to Aaron as I kissed his forehead and the
bridge of his nose. "I'm gonna go out of my mind if I can't make love to
you."

	The elevator dinged and the door opened on my floor.

	"Take me to your room," Aaron said. "I want you to take me, Danny." I held
his cheeks in my hands and stuck my tongue as far into his mouth as I could.
Aaron leaned against the back elevator wall and became putty in my hands. He
wrapped one of his legs around me. I could feel the heel of his sneaker
softly nestling between my buns. I moved my hand to grab at his hardness
when the elevator door began to close behind us. Aaron giggled and licked my
saliva from his lips as I darted backwards to push the doors back open. I
grinned and wrapped my arm around Aaron's shoulders as we walked down the
hall towards my apartment. I couldn't remember ever feeling this happy
before.

	"What did you tell Jacket Man down there about where you'd be?" I asked him
as I unlocked my front door and led Aaron towards my bedroom.

	"Who? Phil?" Aaron asked. "I shouted at him not to worry. I'll find my own
way back to Los Angeles." He smiled and took off his football jersey and
threw it onto the ground behind him as he walked into my room. He kissed me
and held me tight. I ran my hands down his moist back and slipped my fingers
underneath his short's waistband. Slowly, I pulled them down, positioning my
hands to feel his beautiful bare ass. Instead, though, I felt the
unmistakable smoothness of leather. I stood back. It was his underwear.
Aaron's achingly hard cock was snugly outlined underneath the nasty
skivvies.

	"You wear black leather underwear?"

	"It feels incredible against my dick," Aaron moaned. I could see his cock
twitching underneath the straining metal zipper. "I feel like I'm getting
milked right now." Aaron closed his eyes and started tweaking his own
nickel-sized nipples as his cock kept dancing. If there is a God, this was
definitely heaven. I reached down to my own fly and released my needy eight
inches from my Calvins. I managed to get my shirt off and start slowly
jacking myself before Aaron opened his eyes.

	"Yeah, that's it," Aaron said. He moved one hand down to fondle himself
through the leather and the other hand to his mouth. "You're a big boy,
Danny," he muttered before sucking on two of his fingers. "I want that dick
so bad."

	"Take it," I begged.

	Aaron walked towards me. He ran his wet fingers against my lips and down my
burning hot chest before sinking his knees down on my plush blue carpet and
wrapping his tongue around the head of my dripping prick. "Ohhhhh Christ," I
moaned. Aaron let out a soft chortle and ran his tongue along the whole
length of my shaft. He ran it back over my cock's underside before closing
his fluffy lips over my cockhead. He rubbed his tongue mercilessly back and
forth across my slit before pulling his head back. My pre-cum trailed from
his mouth.

	"You want me to keep going?" Aaron teased.

	"Oh God, yes," I urged as he slowly jerked my wet wang. "Play with my
balls, baby."

	Aaron grinned and carefully reached into my fly to pull my nuts out of
their hiding place. "Oooooh, Danny, you've got big round fuckers," Aaron
gasped. He lifted my jealous dong out of the way and began licking my
boiling sack. He looked up at me and laughed as he tried to wrap his lips
around each of my heavy balls. He was persistent, and once he got his mouth
all the way around one, he sucked and sucked until I thought I was going to
sweat cum. A few times, he gently pulled at my sack skin with his teeth and
slowly leaned his head back until the skin snapped back against my nuts.
Aaron knew just how to drive me crazy. He pulled down my jeans and underwear
and slapped my bare cheeks a few times before pulling them apart and guiding
one finger inside. Then two. He tore through my virgin tushy with a fast
dizzying rhythm. It reminded me of the bass beats from earlier. My knees
were knocking. It felt like AC's mouth was the only thing holding me up.
Aaron moved his tongue between my balls and ass for a second while keeping
one hand on my meat and one working on my rear. Over and over, his tongue
pushed a hot button I hadn't even realized was there. I groaned in ecstasy
and looked down at his ass. His crack looked so delicious pressed against
his tight leather briefs. I ran my hands through his gorgeous hair and
thrust my balls against his chin.

	"Suck me, Aaron. Suck me until I shoot my load in your pretty mouth like
I've wanted to for so fucking long."

	Aaron spit on my shaft and eyed me up as he jacked me faster. "Sit down.
Sit on the bed."

	"But? Whuh?"

	"Just do it," Aaron winked. "You'll be glad you did."

	Who was I to doubt this little hunk? I sat on the edge of the bed and
waited for Aaron's next move. My erection stuck up, pointed towards Aaron's
naughty grin like some kind of sexual weapon. A sperm saber. I expected
Aaron to grab hold of it and chow down again, but instead he stood up,
turned his back on me, and began to unzip his kinky underwear.

	"Oh wow," I blurted out. I couldn't help it. The kid's butt was too
attractive for words. It could've been the poster butt for a whole new ad
campaign: "Got Back?"

	I grabbed at it with both hands, and Aaron couldn't have been happier. He
oohed and aahed as I massaged his bubbly caboose and ran a ticklish finger
between the cheeks and down to his fuzzy balls. I brought my whole hand down
to the base of his shaft.

	"May I?" I asked.

	"You damn well better," he groaned back.

	I ran my hand up his pubescent pole as slowly as I could until my fingers
slammed into the ridge of his head and he shuddered from the sensation.
Speaking of sensations, Aaron's cock could've caused a frenzy of its own. It
felt like it was just a little shorter than mine - seven, close to eight
inches - thick for a teenager, and, like the rest of Aaron, incredibly soft
and smooth. Aaron was so sexual, but if he jerked off regularly, he must've
done it with velvet gloves on.

	Suddenly, Aaron sat back. He moaned as his descending crack crash landed
snugly around my surprised glans.

	"Whoa whoa whoa!" I cried out. "You sure about this?"

	"Sure," Aaron replied, without the slightest doubt in his voice. He rubbed
himself against my throbbing spear. "It's nice and wet still. My ass is
gonna be tight, but don't worry. It'll do all the work. It always does."

	I was still too busy shaking my head in wonder when Aaron reached behind
himself and pulled his cheeks apart to get me aimed right at his tiny hole.
I moved my hands against Aaron's to let him know I had him, so he moved his
hands back to his knees and tried hard to push down while I started to
thrust up. I felt my cockhead pushing, pushing, pushing, and then finally
breaking through Aaron's rookie ring.

	Aaron let out a little whimper, but the feeling seemed to make him want it
even more. He pushed down with all the force his athletic legs had, and
before I knew it my cock was halfway inside him, and he was screaming "OH
YESSSS!" over and over again. I had to reach up and cover his mouth in case
neighbors with nothing better to do wanted to listen to two guys fucking. He
licked my hand and used his body instead of his voice, thrashing around on
top of me until I held him steady and leaned in close to his ear. I
whispered nasty little nothings to him while pushing my needy bone into him
just a little further. I reached around to jack Aaron's cock, and a shiver
wracked his moist body.

	"You feel so warm inside," I whispered. "Do all the boys in Florida have
fiery little behinds like this?"

	"No, Danny, nooooo," Aaron sputtered. I saw a bead of sweat roll down his
chin and drip onto his neck. "I'm special. I've always been very, very,
special." He turned his head and we kissed. I didn't care if his tongue ever
left my mouth, but eventually Aaron broke the kiss and wiggled his special
ass around my rock hard cock. I gripped his shoulders and pumped a couple of
inches back and forth deep inside him, but as I started to thrust faster, I
noticed that Aaron was right: my dick couldn't keep up with his hungry hole.
When I pushed up hard, Aaron's ass pushed down harder, causing him to groan
out in ecstasy. I could hear his balls rhythmically slapping against my
thigh.

	All of a sudden - Aaron did just about everything suddenly - Aaron brought
his feet up onto the bed, one on each side of me. He was in an unbelievably
compact crouching position now, but Aaron did what always came naturally: he
worked it. Again and again, he rode up and down along the whole length of my
shaft. Then he would take my cock balls deep and shimmy his stuffed backdoor
to the left and right, then back and forth, until I was the one begging for
mercy from the pleasure. Luckily, Aaron didn't listen.

	"Aerobics," he called back to me with a laugh, his voice breaking with
every push. "It's good...for...more than just...riding the scale!"

	"You're such a dirty little boy," I hissed up at him through a smile. At
least I think I was smiling. My eyes were starting to roll into the back of
my head.

	"I'm not that little," Aaron reminded me. He pried one of my hands away
from his magical ass and wrapped it around his dick. I flailed up and down,
fast and furious on his sweet meat, until Aaron threw his hands back on the
bed behind him. He kept working his pulverized poop chute, pretty much doing
sit-ups on my cock while I wanked away on his. His fucking was getting less
artistic and completely animalistic. I could tell from the way he was
slamming all of himself down onto my prick that he was extremely close to
losing it.

	"Oh, baby, I love it. I love you, baby. Tell me you love me." Aaron's voice
got weaker. I could feel his dick start to pulsate in my hand. "I love you,
Dan."

	"I love you, Aaron," I groaned, giving it to him as hard as I could. "Let
me have your honey, honey. Come in my hand. Come on."

	Through repeated yells of "YES!" Aaron plowed against me once more, then
pushed up again and arched his back. I shrieked like one of his girl fans.
Suddenly, his jizz pistol was pointed right at my head. Aaron tried to
laugh, but he didn't have the strength. He turned his head to the side and
quaked in my arms as blast after blast of hot cum rained down on my face.
His nuts must've been storing up for winter, because Aaron didn't stop
shooting until my entire chin and both cheeks were covered with his load.

	"Oh God, yes yes yes," I muttered out of control. Aaron turned to watch me
scoop up and swallow whatever I could. His cream was more liquidy than
creamy, but no matter. It was salty and delicious. Aaron must've known. He
licked against my lips as he gently hoisted himself off my dick.

	"Mmmmm. I taste good," he said with a giggle.

	"You fuck great," I said in genuine awe.

	"I blow even better," he said, winking again. Oh God. I had actually
forgotten that I hadn't technically had an orgasm yet. Funny. I think I'd
already had enough absolute pleasure to beat out fifty jerkoff sessions.
Before I knew it, Aaron was back on his knees with his mouth on my member.
Shit, I thought. He's insatiable. Right from his ass into his mouth.

	"Oh yeahhhhhhhh" he groaned with his tongue on my shaft and his hands
working my overwhelmed nuts. "I DO taste good." He moved his mouth around my
flaring head and bathed me down to the balls in saliva. "How do you taste,
Danny?" Aaron asked through a gurgle. "You gonna cum for me, baby?"

	I couldn't talk. I just moaned and nodded. Aaron smiled and swallowed
another couple of inches while wanking the rest. I glued my eyes onto his
adorable face and bucked into his throat as I climaxed. Each spurt set off
another fireworks display in my brain. Splooge ran down the sides of my
shaft, but Aaron swallowed a huge amount of it, and licked up whatever got
away from him. I rocked back and forth when his sucking got way to sensitive
to handle, but Aaron just switched to blowing. Literally. He held my spent
schlong in his soft hand and blew cool pulses of air onto my still-reeling
cockhead.

	"I love you so much," I finally gained the strength to say. Aaron climbed
up on the bed and lay by my side.

	"I love you too, Danny," he said softly. "And hey, it's a different kind of
love!" We both laughed.

	"You better thank Elton for us when you get back to L.A." I said.

	"We'll thank him together," Aaron said. He reached over to hug me.

	"Together? You really want me to come to L.A.?"

	Aaron whispered into my ear: "This was meant to be, Danny."

	"I think so, too," I whispered back.

	Once we realized we had to stop holding each other if we were ever going to
get to L.A., I sloppily packed a few bags and left a note telling my mother
I'd explain later and send for the rest of my things soon. I knew I'd never
return to Kansas, but I would never forget it. In the middle of nowhere, I
met my everything. As Aaron and I climbed into a taxi, I grabbed a clump of
dirt from the side of the road and put it into a little Tupperware
container. It keeps anything fresh. Even memories.

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