Date: Sun, 5 Dec 2004 17:25:59 -0800 (PST)
From: "ridethaskater@yahoo.com" <ridethaskater@yahoo.com>
Subject: Crashing Aaron's Party

Crashing Aaron's Party
Copyright(c) 2004 by Shaun Grey

Disclaimer: The following story contains descriptions
of consensual gay sex.  It is purely a work of fiction
and is not intended to imply anything about the true
sexuality of Zac Hanson and Aaron Carter or any
personal knowledge of their private lives.  Positive
and/or constructive feedback is always appreciated.

Note: Items offset by and _underscore_ are meant to be
in italics.


	Zac Hanson wanted to fuck.

	Who he fucked was of no consequence to him--he just
wanted to get laid.

	The novelty of the party he was attending, one of
those annoying industry shindigs, had long since worn
off, and now Zac was looking for some action.  He'd
stealthily retreated himself into a dark corner which
allowed him to avoid being sociable--"Hey, aren't you
that Hanson kid?"--and scan the room nonchalantly
without appearing too obvious.  The predator always
did lurk in the shadows, didn't they?  Waiting for
their moment to pounce?  That's what he was tonight: a
predator.

	_I'm so fucking horny_, he thought.  _Kate picked a
hell of a time to go away_.

	She, along with Natalie and Ezra, had flown out this
morning to visit a sick friend, which he knew was far
more important than his overactive libido, but the
selfish part of him wanted her back.  They'd spent
most of the previous night going at it hard and heavy,
apparently making so much noise that Ike had finally
burst into the room some time around 3:30 to tell them
to "knock it off or else!"  Zac had hoped their
all-night love fest might be able to hold him until
Kate returned home in a few days.

	No such luck.

	Zac considered himself to be a straight but he liked
keeping his options open.  Take Taylor for instance.
Normally Taylor served as his backup fuck--though
admittedly it was unfair to consider tapping his ass
anything close to a second prize--since not even Zac
was able to resist _that._  His older brother, despite
the fact that he was married and had a kid, was all
about the cock, and Zac thanked God for it.  Taylor
was hot, and fucking him had become one of Zac's
guilty little pleasures.

	_Speak of the devil_, he thought.  His eyes focused
on Taylor, dressed in painted on, black leather pants
and a white wife beater.  He was more than a little
bit drunk and shamelessly flirting with Ben Jelen, one
of the few remaining boys in the music business he
hadn't slept with.  Zac laughed.  That boy could get
_anyone_ into bed.  He had never forgotten something a
fan had written about Taylor one time.  How did it go
again?  "Taylor has the power to make straight boys
cry."

	_Hell, yeah_.

	He didn't see Isaac, but figured the eldest Hanson
wasn't too far away, most likely hitting on Jonny
Lang--who Zac had seen and said hello to not twenty
minutes ago--in yet another unsuccessful attempt to get
him in the sack.  Ike had been trying unsuccessfully
to claim that prize for God only knew how long.  Zac
had to admire the boy's tenacity.

	He took a swig of his Corona and continued surveying
the room for a victim.  Who would it be tonight?  The
choices were endless: just about everyone was there.
You could hardly move a foot in any direction without
encountering some big name.  So many beautiful people
in one place--it was enough to make his head spin . . .
both of them.  Decked out in a pair of torn, baggy
blue jeans and a tight, black t-shirt, Zac looked
fine.  And it was only a matter of time before he
found someone who wanted a piece of him.

 	His eyes fell on Taylor again.  His brother was
beautiful; there was no doubt about that.  Such a
pretty face . . . that long, lean body . . . that
perfect ass.  He felt his cock stiffen as he thought
about the many times they'd been together, their
sweaty bodies moving in perfect rhythm with one
another . . . those slow and steady thrusts in and
out.  You took your time with Taylor, because you
never wanted it to end.

	Unfortunately for Zac, it appeared Ben was falling
under Taylor's spell.  At least one of them wasn't
going home alone tonight.  There went his backup plan.

	"Damn," he whispered, his hand sliding down to adjust
himself.

	"Does he scream when you fuck him?"

	Zac jerked his hand away from his crotch as he turned
to find whom the voice belonged to.

	The boy was sixteen . . . maybe seventeen, with
shaggy blond hair that partially obscured his radiant
bronze eyes.  His face, which seemed vaguely familiar,
had a youthful, impish quality with smooth skin that
was aglow even in the subdued light of Zac's dark
corner; his cocksucker's mouth was molded into a
devilish grin that left no question to the boy's
intentions.  A tight white t-shirt clung for life--and
why would it want to let go?--to his slender, wiry
torso, giving a not-so-subtle hint to the lovely toned
form that rested beneath.  The little slut's legs were
wrapped in black leather, which one only wore if they
were up to no good.  This boy was made for sex, there
was no doubt about it, and something told Zac he'd
seen for more than his fair share.

	"Umm . . . excuse me?" was all Zac managed to say in
response.  It was sort of hard to concentrate when
faced with such beauty, especially when all the blood
in your body was traveling at breakneck speed into
your cock.

	"Your brother--does he scream when you fuck him?"

	Zac laughed nervously.  "What are you--?"

	"Don't play innocent with me," the boy said, still
sporting that grin.  "It's not the first time I've
seen that look.  My brother eyes me like that before
he ties me down to his bed and fucks the shit out of
me."

	Zac felt his knees weaken.  It took every ounce of
strength he had to keep from dropping to the floor.
His mind shifted into overdrive conjuring up images of
him and the boy naked and covered with sweat, limbs
intertwined; Zac pounding the boy's small, round ass
for all he was worth.  This was not a slow and steady
boy, like Taylor, at all . . . no, sir.  You gave it
to this one fast and hard because, if you didn't,
chances were he wouldn't hang around long.  Nope,
before you could say premature ejaculation he'd have
skipped your number entirely and moved onto the next
contestant, leaving you without so much as a
lifetime's supply of Turtle Wax.

	"He screams like a little girl," Zac managed to
answer.  There was no way he was going to let on how
worked up he was, though it wasn't exactly hard--for a
lack of a better term--to figure that out by the
pronounced bulge in his jeans.

	"I thought so."  The boy shifted his weight, jutting
one hip out while planting his hand firmly to it with
a flourish.  His other hand grabbed the bottom of his
t-shirt and tugged upwards, revealing the lower part
of his smooth, white tummy.  He laughed.  "You don't
even know who I am, do you?"

	Zac watched as the boy's eyes scanned him up and
down, his head giving a slight nod of approval.   He
apparently liked what he saw.  "Does it really
matter?" Zac responded, pretending like it didn't.

	The boy shook his head, his grin growing wider.  "I
suppose it doesn't at that.  But I do seem to have the
advantage over you.  I mean--I know who you are.  I
figure it's only fair for you to know who I am.  At
least then you'll have a name to scream out."  He
offered Zac his hand.  "I'm Aaron."

	_No fuckin' way_! Zac thought.  _It can't be_.

	"Not Aaron _Carter_?" Zac replied, returning the
handshake.  It lasted longer than it should
have--touching the baby smooth skin sent a jolt of
electricity directly to his already-throbbing dick.
He played it off.  "Surely you're not _that_ annoying
little shit?"

	"Well, aren't you the charmer?"

	"I just meant that--"

	"I know what you meant."

	Swiping the half-full Corona from Zac's hand, Aaron
placed it to his lips and downed the remaining liquid.
 "Thanks," he said.

	"Don't mention it."

	Zac had to admit there was something extremely hot
about this pretty, little boy sporting an ego almost
as big as his own.  You had to hand it to the kid: he
knew exactly what he wanted and had the balls to go
after it.  Without a doubt, he had found his
fuck-buddy for the evening, but he'd be damned if he
was going let the boy get the best of him.  Oh, no . .
. this was going to be on his terms, and his terms
alone.

	"How old are you--twelve?"

	"Do I look twelve to you?"

Zac didn't respond.

"Look, I'm old _enough_, if that's what you're worried
about."

There was frustration in Aaron's voice, and that
self-satisfied smirk had all but disappeared from his
face.  Zac chuckled to himself--his plan seemed to be
working.  "I'm not worried at all," he said,
matter-of-factly.  He turned and walked towards the
bar, figuring he could polish off at least one more
beer before ending the charade and taking the boy
home.  Oh, how fun it was going to be to watch him
squirm.

He approached the bar and nodded at the guy minding
the store.  "Hey, what's up?  I'll have another
Corona."

The bartender retrieved the bottle and popped the cap.
 He handed it to Zac just as Aaron was stepping up to
the bar.

"Thanks, man," he said, motioning to Aaron, "and how
about a Shirley Temple for the Boy Wonder over here?"

"Fuck you," Aaron said.

"You suck your brother's dick with that mouth?"

Aaron opened his mouth to speak but Zac stopped him.

"Look, kid," Zac began, "this kamikaze boy whore shit
may work on the Backstreet Boys tour bus, and I have
to admit it was kinda cute at first, but you're
starting to get on my nerves.  If I wanted to fuck
you, I would--I'd bend you over and do the deed right
here.  Get lost, alright?"

There it was--the final blow.  If that didn't bring
Aaron down a few notches, then nothing would.  The
look on his face was near heartbreaking.  If it all
hadn't been a part of Zac's plan, he might even feel
sorry for the kid.

"Fine," Aaron said with as much dignity as he could
scrape up off the floor.  His head hanging in defeat,
he turned to walk away.  Looking back one last time,
as if to offer Zac one final chance, he added,
"Later."

The boy wasn't used to rejection, and from the view
Zac had of his ass right now, he could understand why.
 But there was more to him than just his cute, round
backside: he was gorgeous.  No, he wasn't anything
close to perfect, like Taylor, but he was beautiful
nonetheless, and Zac had certainly wanted him from
that very first moment.  He couldn't, however, let
Aaron have the upper hand.

Sure, Aaron's little ego trip might have been a
turn-on, but Zac knew it was only an act.  And while
those terms may have been acceptable from the
standpoint of some of the other boys Aaron had slept
with, they weren't with Zac.  It was Zac that said
who, what, where, or when, not some cutesy bottom boy
throwing himself at anything with a penis.  Power was
everything--bad shit happened when you lost control.

Zac watched as Aaron made his exit.  Deciding that the
game was over, he downed the rest of his Corona and
set off to claim his prize.  He figured he had a few
minutes before the elevator arrived, and he, of
course, didn't want to appear too anxious, so he took
his time as he made his way to the door.  As he
entered the hallway, he saw Aaron standing at the
elevator, still looking dejected.  Zac could hear him
cursing under his breath.

"Come on, dammit," Aaron muttered.  He was repeatedly
punching the elevator button as if it had wronged him
in a former life.  "Who the fuck needs _him_?"

"What did I tell you about that language," Zac
responded, putting his hand on Aaron's shoulder.

The boy jumped.  "Shit!"

"See," Zac said, "there you go again.  We're going to
have to wash that mouth out with something."

The elevator door opened.  Zac led Aaron inside and
pressed the button for the lobby.

"Come on, let's go," Zac said.

"Go where?"

"We're going back to my apartment."

"But I thought you said--"

Zac's hand clamped over Aaron's mouth.  He reached
around and grabbed the boy's ass, pushing him back
towards the rear of the elevator.

"You needed to be put in your place."

The door shut behind them; the car began its
twelve-floor descent to the lobby.

Zac's hand fell away from Aaron's face.  Their lips
met and parted in an instant, allowing their tongues
to intertwine and dance together.  He felt Aaron
frantically grab at his t-shirt, pulling it from his
jeans; his small hands moving beneath the fabric and
exploring the Zac's firm torso.  Zac broke the kiss
and reached around to grab Aaron's legs, forcing them
apart as he lifted him a few inches into the air and
slammed him against the back wall of the elevator.  He
felt Aaron's lower limbs clamp tightly around his
waist, and countered the movement by aggressively
thrusting upwards into the boy's crotch, forcing their
hard cocks to press against one another.

"Oh, god," Aaron moaned.

"Just 'Zac' will do."

Aaron seemed to pause for a moment, as if trying to
decide how he should take the comment, and then
smiled.

The elevator lurched to a stop and the bell
sounded--someone was about to get on.

Zac smirked.  "Down, boy," he said.

Aaron frantically unlatched his legs from Zac's waist
and hopped down just in time for the doors to open.
Other than the fact that they both had raging
hard-ons, Zac figured they looked as normal as any two
people would taking a ride in an elevator.  A young
couple in their early twenties, dressed in evening
attire, stepped into the car.

"Going down?" he heard Aaron ask them.

"Not yet," Zac said with a giggle, squeezing Aaron's
ass.

"Cut it out!"

The couple gave them both a strange look but said
nothing.  Aaron was twelve shades of red; Zac just
looked at them and smiled.  "Evening," he said,
nodding and stifling a laugh.

The door closed and the two unwanted guests turned to
face the door.  The elevator resumed its descent.

Zac reached over and grabbed Aaron's dick.  "You got a
permit for this thing?"

Aaron slapped his hand away.  "Stop!"

Zac burst out laughing.

The elevator reached the lobby a few moments later;
the bell sounded and the doors opened once again.  As
the four of them stepped out into the lobby, the
couple gave the boys one last suspicious glance.

"You'll have to excuse my friend," Zac said.  "He gets
a little excited in elevators."

"Oh, Jesus," Aaron said, putting his hand over his
face.

"My friends call me 'Zac'."

The couple quickened their pace.

"You folks have a nice evening, now!" Zac called after
them.

They walked through the revolving door and onto the
sidewalk; the chilly night air was enough to cool them
down from their mini-make out session.  Zac hugged his
arms close as the two of them approached the edge of
the sidewalk.  Zac waved his hand into the air at an
approaching cab.

"Damn, that was embarrassing," Aaron said.  "What if
they recognized us?"

The cab zoomed by them.

"Yeah, right . . . like anyone knows who _you_ are
anymore.  Besides, you didn't seem to care who saw you
when you were throwing yourself at me upstairs."

"I wasn't 'throwing myself' at you."

"Uh -- huh," Zac replied as three more cabs zoomed
right passed them.  "Shit!"

Aaron shrugged.  "I wasn't--"

"Damn, kid, you did everything but quote me a price."

A taxi pulled up to the curb and stopped.  Zac opened
the door and motioned for Aaron to get in.

"Are you calling me a whore?" Aaron inquired as he
stepped into the vehicle.

"Hey, if the leather pants fit . . . ."

Aaron's ass was still hanging out of the cab; Zac
grabbed it.  The boy's head shot up in surprise and
whacked against the roof of the car.

"Fuck!" Aaron called, falling onto the floorboard.

"You're just a little potty mouth, aren't you?"  Zac
stepped in behind Aaron and closed the door.  He
rattled off the address to the cabbie and turned to
face Aaron, who had just managed to pull himself up
from between the front and back seats.  "It looks like
I'm going to have to teach you some manners."

Zac leaned in closer and their lips met again.  His
hand moved slowly down Aaron's chest and stomach,
stopping at his waist; his nimble fingers skillfully
unbuttoned and unzipped the boy's pants in one quick
motion, releasing Aaron's cock, which eagerly sprang
outwards.  He chuckled as Aaron nearly jumped out of
his skin when he grabbed hold and began jerking it.

Breaking their kiss, Zac lowered his head and assessed
the situation: Aaron's dick was long and slender,
almost as big as Taylor's, and crowned by a light fuzz
of well-trimmed pubic hair.  It was almost as
beautiful as the boy himself, and seemed to be
twitching in anticipation--its head glistening with
pre-cum--as Zac hovered just a few excruciatingly close
inches away.

The moan that escaped Aaron's lips seemed to be
begging him to continue.

Zac sucked the boy's cock into his mouth, burying his
face into the soft pubic hair and inhaling deeply.
Closing his lips around the shaft, Zac slowly began
moving his head up and down, allowing his tongue to
dance gracefully across the sensitive skin as his hand
gently kneaded Aaron's balls.

He increased his speed as Aaron's hips began thrusting
upwards.  Zac could feel the jolts of sexual
electricity emanating from Aaron's body as everything
around them--the cab, the cabbie, the glowing scenery
whizzing by outside the car--ceased to exist, their
minds canvassed by an erotic mural of lust and
ecstasy.

"Oh, Jesus," Aaron screamed.

His cock exploded in an earth-shattering orgasm,
pumping several loads of cum into Zac's hungry mouth,
which the older boy eagerly consumed.

Zac raised himself up from Aaron's crotch, wiping his
mouth with the back of his hand.

"Mmm, nice," he said.  "Wipe that stupid grin off your
face and put your thing back in your pants.  We're
almost there."

As if on cue, the taxi pulled up to the curb outside
Zac's apartment building.  Aaron frantically tried to
put himself back together as Zac tossed the driver a
twenty dollar bill.  "Thanks," he said, opening the
door.  "Keep the change."

The cold air hit them hard as they stepped out of the
car and onto the sidewalk.  As the taxi sped away, Zac
got a good look at Aaron's face.  He was still
sporting that silly smile, and held a vacant
expression in his eyes.  It was a state some people
referred to as a "sex coma", and Aaron had a pretty
bad case.

Zac laughed.  He leaned in close, opened his mouth,
and pressed his tongue to Aaron's cheek, licking
upwards in one agonizingly long stroke.  Aaron
immediately snapped back into reality.

"What?" he said.

Zac stuck his hand inside the front of Aaron's pants
and began walking towards the door, literally dragging
along with him.  "I know it was good, kid, but _damn_!
 I had to snap you out of it.  I'm not quite done with
you . . . yet."

He typed the security code into the keypad and pulled
open the door.

"Come on, let's go," he said, leading Aaron inside.
"That's a good boy."

The door closed behind them with a thud.  Zac lead
Aaron down the hallway to the elevator.

"You gonna be alright?" he asked, pushing Aaron inside
and inserting his key into the control panel.

"Oh, yeah . . . I'm good."

Zac pulled him close and planted a kiss on his soft
lips.

"You may want to call your Mommy when we get
upstairs," he joked, "to tell her you're going to be
late."

Aaron giggled.  "You're such an asshole."

"Thank you."

He felt Aaron's hand slowly snake its way down his
body, stopping at his waist, fumbling to try and
unbutton his pants.  Zac slapped it away.  His dick
was aching for some attention, yes, but this wasn't
the place for it.

"Nope, not yet," he scolded.

The elevator came to a halt and Zac opened the door;
the two boys stepped out into the apartment.  It was
quiet, thank God.  Zac grabbed Aaron by the hand.

"Come on," he said.

They walked across the living area and into Zac's
bedroom.  It was cozy and warm, with a perfect
Zac-sized bed, decorated with a beautiful down
comforter, resting against the center of the far wall,
with bookshelves on either side of it.  This is where
Zac slept . . . and fucked.  One could almost see the
notches on the bedpost from the entryway.

Zac closed the door behind them, flipped the lock, and
leaned back against the wall.  He pulled Aaron close
to him and wrapped his arms around the boy's skinny
frame.  Their lips connected as Zac's hands moved down
and massaged Aaron's cock through the leather.  Aaron
wasted no time at all unbuttoning Zac's baggy jeans,
which fell to the floor with no effort at all, leaving
Zac wearing nothing but his black silk boxers and
t-shirt.

Zac placed his hands on Aaron's shoulders and firmly
pushed the boy downwards.  "On your knees, bitch," he
said.

The boy complied, falling quickly and using his nimble
fingers to remove the boxer shorts, finally releasing
Zac's thick member from its fabric prison.  Zac
watched as Aaron studied it for moment--he seemed to be
admiring its size--and wrapped a hand around the base.
He felt himself slide slowly into Aaron's waiting
mouth, and trembled as the boy's tongue skillfully
began to do its work.

"Oh, yeah," Zac moaned.

Zac watched as Aaron's lips closed around his shaft
and slowly moved his head forward to take more of it
into his mouth.  He could feel the boy's tongue
dancing madly over every inch.  He was obviously quite
an expert at giving head and obviously enjoyed it.
Zac briefly thought that Nick Carter was one lucky
motherfucker to have this kind of service at his beck
and call.  Zac's dick wasn't exactly small, and the
way the boy managed it was something to be admired.

Zac, lost in the moment, slowly began thrusting his
hips, fucking Aaron's face gently.  The boy was
working his cock like a pro, and it occurred to Zac
that Taylor might have some pretty good
competition--Aaron was proving to be quite handy to
have around.  Zac increased the speed of his thrusts,
but the boy never flinched, never once complained.  He
was good.

"Fuck, yeah," he said.

Quickly regaining his composure, trying to stick to
the plan, he grabbed a handful of Aaron's hair and
pulled the boy away.

"Oww!" Aaron yelped.  "What the hell?"

Zac laughed.  "Calm down, kid.  I don't want to come
in your mouth."

Aaron stood up and smiled.

"Take off your clothes and pull down the bed," Zac
directed.  He pulled off his shirt and walked naked
into the bathroom.  He grabbed a hand towel and
obtained a half-empty tube of KY from one of the
counter drawers.  When he returned to the bedroom,
Aaron had already removed the down comforter and was
standing naked next to the bed.

"Here," Zac said, tossing the tube and the towel to
Aaron.  "I take it you know what to do with this?"

"Yep," Aaron said, catching it.  He opened the tube,
squeezed out some of the jelly onto his hand, and
expertly spread it over Zac's dick.  After he was
finished, he wiped his hand with the towel and handed
it to Zac.

"Lie down," Zac ordered, tossing the towel and the KY
to the floor.

Aaron complied.  Zac climbed onto the bed and
positioned himself behind him.  He grabbed hold of one
of the boy's legs and lifted it into the air, using
his other hand to position his slick shaft against
Aaron's waiting hole.  A few seconds later, he slowly
began to push himself inside, encountering
surprisingly little resistance; the boy was obviously
used to being in this position.  Aaron let out a loud
yawp as Zac's dick slid inside him.

"Oh, Jesus," Aaron moaned.

"I told you to call me--"

"Yeah, I know . . . call you 'Zac'.  We've been
through this."

Zac smiled.

"Just relax, kid," he said, massaging Aaron's hips.
After a few moments, he felt the boy begin to
relax--his cock had even sprung to life again.  Zac
wrapped his hand around it and began slowly jacking it
up and down.

"Oh, yeah," Aaron groaned.

Zac gently pushed himself the rest of the way in.  The
boy's face grimaced in pain and Zac noted that his
fingers were digging into the mattress below him.  Zac
knew his dick was bigger than average, and while he
figured the boy had most likely been around the block
a few times, this was still incredibly painful for
him.  To Zac, however, it was wonderful.  Aaron was
gorgeous, and Zac relished being inside him--it was
absolutely amazing.

After a few minutes, Zac could feel the boy's muscles
relax around him and the expression on his face had
lost some of its intensity.  As if to say, "It's okay
. . . go ahead," the boy's eyes connected with Zac's
and a small smile spread across his face.

Zac took the cue.   He slowly pulled out until only
the head of his dick remained inside Aaron, and then
slowly pushed back in.  He felt Aaron's legs lock
around his waist, forcing him to push deeper inside.
Zac pressed forward with his lower body, lifting
Aaron's backside off the mattress, and began thrusting
himself in and out.

White-hot energy, a byproduct of their merging,
superheated the air around them, and their bodies were
instantly covered with a thin layer of perspiration.
They moved together as one, dancing to the carnal
melody of their most primal desires.  Instinct had
long since taken over, and the two boys were
completely consumed by their lust for one another--a
titan fucking a titan.

Zac leaned over, almost bending the younger boy in
half, and pressed his lips to Aaron's; their mouths
opened, tongues intertwining in a passionate kiss.
Zac winced with pain as he felt Aaron's fingernails
dig in and scrape painfully down the flesh of his
back.

"Fuck!" he muttered, with his mouth still on Aaron's.
That, Zac thought to himself, was going to leave him
with a little souvenir, and he briefly wondered how in
the hell he was going to explain it to Kate.

  He pushed himself deeper into the boy below him--who
moaned loudly in response, his face contorting into a
beautiful expression of extreme ecstasy--and increased
the speed of his hand, which now furiously masturbated
Aaron's cock.  Zac felt the boy's hips moving in
rhythm with his, their bodies working together.  It
was almost more than he could take.

"Oh, god," he heard Aaron groan.

With every thrust, Zac could feel himself moving
closer and closer to orgasm, a moment he had no desire
to try and prolong.  Having Aaron wrapped around him
was pure heaven.  He was no Taylor, of course, but
still one hell of a good lay.  And Zac knew that
blowing his load inside this particular boy was going
to be especially satisfying.

He watched his fallen angel's head tilt back--the boy's
body tensed, and he let out a loud shriek.  In the
next second, Aaron's cock exploded, shooting several
streams of creamy come all over his stomach and Zac's
hand, which continued jerking it furiously--milking it
for every last drop.

Zac felt Aaron's muscles tighten around his invading
member, and the sensation was all that was needed to
send him over the age.  Burying himself deep within
Aaron, Zac howled as his dick unleashed its fiery load
into the boy's waiting ass.  His mind reeled as he
continued thrusting, allowing the orgasm to play
itself out.

It was over.

They both sat there for a moment, neither one able to
move.  It was Aaron that spoke first.

"That was . . . that was fucking incredible."

"Of course, it was," Zac managed to respond.

Aaron giggled.  "You _are_ an ass."

"Yes . . . yes, I am."

He collapsed on top of Aaron.

"Jesus," he said, panting.

"You can call me 'Aaron'."

"Very funny, kid," Zac responded.