Date: Thu, 23 Jul 1998 10:22:55 PDT
From: "Lars M. Culverine" <nardwik@hotmail.com>
Subject: HERO OF THE DAY

WARNING: This story involves graphic description of some kind 
of sexual relationship between a young male and a MINOR boy.
If you are under 18 (or under the legal age in your area), if you
feel offended or if a cross-generational relationship isn't your
cup of tea then please exit this file now.

DISCLAIMER: This story is purely fictional although any resemblance with
actual persons living or dead could have preserved. None of actions 
depicted really have happened.

Comments as always welcome. Please no flames, we're the way we are and
if you feel offended you have been warned not to read. So there.
For your possible comments use the nardwik@hotmail.com mailbox.
Happy reading!


HERO OF THE DAY
by Lars M. Culverine (c) 1998

(dedicated to my best c-friend Aaron)

I was sitting at my desktop at home chatting with my friends on the net,
exchanging mails and cute pictures with them. I had really good time
sitting there with my eyes feasted to the monitor for almost 2 hours.
Then there approached the time I had something really important to do
and so I switched the machine off and focused myself to do what I was
expected to.

It took me rather too much time, I was in a hurry because I didn't want
to miss the evening news where - from MY point of view - the greatest
new EVER should appear: a comment about the youngest, the cutest and the
most beloved pop-singer star, about Aaron Carter.
The comment should rumour about his very first tour round England with
his first stop in Derby, my hometown! Tomorrow!
As I fell in love in that wonderful kid right at first sight, you can
surely imagine how deeply I must have been struck when I once saw the
billboard announcement about his pressupposed tour around England
a month before!

I was looking forward to his show so much. I will see my lovable little
idol at last! I was fantasizing about it every night from then, had even
some occasional wet dreams involving me and Aaron doing VERY interesting
things but those were only dreams.

It was the time of the evening news. I turned on TV and sat in front into
the chair, naked, prepared to pleasure myself if I would have any cute
ocassion to. After the usual theme had sounded the headline news appeared.
Suddenly a painful bile rose up in my throat, my mouth got dry and my eyes
widened... I stared in disbelief on the TV screen where the very first
headline title appeared...

A A R O N   C A R T E R   K I D N A P P E D !

I fell back into the chair, stunned, speechless, as I observed
the boy's big smiling picture peeking via trick camera from behind
the news reporter who announced:

"According to the announcement of the official Warner Bros Music
promotion director who is responsible for both realization and
cancellation of live shows of Aaron Carter, we have got already
known that Aaron Carter, the most popular child pop-singer of the
nineties had been most likely kidnapped from his hotel apartment in
Derby, Derbyshire that he shared with his brother Nick. The local police
officials refused any nearer comments to that case. However we learnt
that Aaron Carter arrived to Derby in his tourbus together with his
brother Nick and with their bodyguards to settle their accomodation
around 5 pm. After that they both had their early supper and planned
to discuss some things concerning the show on tomorrow.

Nick, as he said, went for their tour manager and Aaron stayed
in the room alone with his bodyguard. When Nick and the manager
both came back to theapartment where Aaron and Nick were accomodated,
they found only a disastrous mess in there, a heavily injured bodyguard
slumped to the floor of the room, and... no Aaron.

With the intense police assistation, the injured bodyguard was
immediately transported to the local hospital as he was supposed to be
operated and then very strictly prevented from publicity. Police hopes
that he would be very  helpful in answering most of the question asked
not only by police but surely by all of us. One thing however appears
to be clear, so far. Aaron Carter was kidnapped.
We don't know on which or whose purpose. As far as it goes police doesn't
know anything more about Aaron's vanishing nor Aaron's brother Nick Carter
knows, neither, who wanted desperately to grant an exclusive interview for
Evening News. Nick, go on, please."

And the camera 2 focused a close-up to Nick Carter, sitting right next to
the reporter. His eyes red and lightly swollen, he must have apparently
cried for his cute little baby brother.
There was a silent pause and after that Nick lifted his eyes looking
directly into the camera which was recording him and spoke:
"This is for the one who took my brother Aaron: please, don't hurt him!
Whatever you want, money, glory, exclusivity or me to quit Backstreet Boys
or even my own life, you can have it. I'm ready. But I plead you, please
give my l'il brother Aaron back. Please! I've never pleaded anyone this
much like now. If you envied me my glory, my fortune and all around
and wanted me to suffer in deepest sorrow and despair, you got it.
You got me. I'm ready to do whatever you'd tell me to! (Nick's eyes
watered with tears, his voice broke and his face turned away)."

The camera 2 close-up was cut from camera 1 focus to the slightly
embarassed reporter who looked right on the camera "ON"-indicator
and then he turned back to Nick on his right: "Nick, we all are very
sorry about what happened to Aaron and we all in England hope that
everything is going to turn out well. We also very appreciate your
courage to victimize even yourself to get your brother back but...
don't you think this would mean a precedens for any other criminals
who would behave the same way like in this case blackmailing other
very well-known people like you after having their close friends,
ancestors or sibblings kidnapped? I mean that police..."

"I don't give a shit about police!" retorted Nick angrily, flames
of wrath glowing in his eyes, "the only thing I wish now is that they
would give my little brother back, alive. Oh, I'm sorry I cursed, I...
please, don't hurt him! Please!" he whined and desperately covered
his face in both of his palms, fearful, shocked, starting to sob.

I didn't see the rest of it, I turned the TV off by clicking on the
remote control, and stayed embedded into the chair with my heart pounding
twice its normal rate, with my eyes shrieking in horror. The same has
already happened to me this year on the 31th August when I learnt about
the death of HRH Princess Diana. How I was sorry for both of her boys,
especially for the little Henry the day!

The thing that tomorrow will be no show with Aaron Carter completely
left my mind as only one thing remained there filling all my brain with
fear and shock: what happened to him? Is he ok? Did the bastard(s) really
hurt him?

I knew very well WHAT could ever happened to my little idol because
I must admit I myself was indulging some VERY special fantasies in my day-
or night dreaming, the ones who involved Aaron and me doing things...
only we both knew about. Generally, it all involved Aaron WILLING to do it,
I'm not the one who would force such an angel-boy like Aaron to do things
he wouldn't want to. But I was pretty sure there would be some bastards
out there who would grab the little one, haul him into a deserted place
and screw him 10 times tearing his sweet bottom apart, laughing at his
cry and pain...

I saw a wraith of an anonymous street bum, a dustbin-browser, as he
threw my little cutie Aaron, now scared to death, down on the pile of
stinking clothes that served for the bed in the corner of a deserted
factory. The dirty man made Aaron turn on his belly and furiously pulled
down the boy's shorts and undies tearing them almost off. Then he spread
his smooth legs wide apart, the boy's frightened eyes shrieked in horror
and he cried: "No! Please, sir, don't! No!"

"Shut da fuk'up!" the bum hissed through his agape teeth and vigorously
covered boy's mouth with his dirty hand, he ripped down his trousers and
exposed his fat, huge, smelly 7incher. Then he layed his 160 pounds on the
poor little boy and...

N O O O O O O O O O O O H H H ! ! ! ! !

I woke up in a jump, scared to death. My forehead covered in heavy sweat,
my heart pulsing in my throat, it took me a while before I realized it was
only a nightmare. Pooh, thanks God! I breathed out in a big relief.
But then I jumped again.

The doorbell rang.

I could hear million drops of heavy rain hit the ground from outside.
I threw a brief glimpse to the clock on the wall. What, 10:25pm?!? I must
have fallen asleep. But who the heck is going to visit me this late in the
night? Staggering from the nightmare shock I went open.

I opened the door... and almost fainted on the spot. Behind the door,
completely soaked to the skin, drenched, bitting his bottom lip, stood
the cutest angelboy of all around the world, my little idol, true
Aaron Carter himself!!!

He was shivering from cold, his eyes flickering from the amount of rain
drops splashing into his face and all he could only manage to say was:
"Pleez... help me..."


End of Chapter One


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HERO OF THE DAY
by Lars M. Culverine (c) 1998

CHAPTER 2
Games boys play


"Oh, Jesus," I swore, "c'mon, quick!" I urged him to enter the hall.
Then I slammed the door and turned back, hoping, praying that this
wasn't a dream and that he would be still there. And he was!

It was incredible, it was wild and wonderful, I couldn't have enough
of looking at him. Poor little bugger, water dripping from him then
and there, his beautiful blonde hair now mused, his rosy-red lips
purple from cold, he was shivering all over. His denim-dungarees wet
from ankles to knees, loads of water caused his pure white T-shirt
to glue on his beautiful little body, black-and-blue Nike Airs
drenched completely. It was him, it was really, really him!
At my place! Pleading for help!

I still couldn't believe what happened. But suddenly I jerked, realizing
that the boy really needed help. If I'm not going to do anything he surely
catches a cold or even pneumonia!

I led him carefully to my bathroom and helped him swiftly to take off
every wet piece of clothes. Too late! Too late I realized what was
going on!

He had to be stripped almost completely because almost everything he
wore was completely drenched, T-shirt, dungarees, socks, shoes, shorts.
The only piece of clothes that remained dry on him were his undies.
And then I realized what I was doing. I was stripping my lovable little
idol off! It was like an absolutely wonderful and unbelievable dream:
I was taking his wet clothes off so that he wouldn't catch a cold and
I could observe the breathtaking beauty of his almost naked torso from
no more than 1 feet!

Right after his dungarees fell down on the floor I felt a non-measurable
adrenaline surge, zillion units of endorphin flooded my whole body,
I felt a rapid inflation down there, I couldn't help it.
And it was even better!

Eventually he stood there only in his pale-blue undies, still shivering
from cold and as I saw him like that, so poor, so lonesome, so lovable
and yet so cute I almost released my load right there. I wanted to
grab him, hug him tightly, kiss him all over and say how much I love him
but I couldn't. Not now, not there.

I picked a huge frothe-towel instead and carefully wrapped all his little
body in it. Then I took him into my arms and carried him into the warmest
place, into the living room. I settled him onto the sofa and placed him
as close to the lit fireplace as possible. 

Then I said, nervous tremor in my voice evident, "I'm gonna make a hot
lemon tea for you, I'll be right back," and I ran to the kitchen, turning
on the electric kettle. After that I returned back to the living room
and again felt a hot electric wave of pleasure when I saw the poor little
10-years-old mummy wrapped in frothe-towel. Aaron Carter in my living room!
Wow! Now I could die tomorrow in peace.

The electric kettle reminded that the water was ready, so I went back
to the kitchen and, unsure of which kind of tea he would like, I took
two tea-cups and tea-spoons, a cup with crystal sugar, another one with
brick-sugar, a flask with syrup, half-dozen pieces of lemon, box of Lipton,
some more fruit teas, put everything on a huge plate and placed it on the
table next to the sofa.

"Help yourself," I playfully, yet tenderly nudged him, "feel free to take
anything you want. It's all for you. But be careful, it's still hot."

He dipped a piece of Lipton, two cubes of sugar, and a lemon. Then he
lifted the spoon from the cup and carefully took a sip. His whole body
shuddered as it accepted the hot wave of tea liquid that was heating all
of his limbs and bones. He lifted his beautiful hazel-nut eyes and gave me
a warm, grateful look. My heart melted under it, my whole body weakened.

"Thank you," he whispered with his clear small voice.

He got me. I would do anything he'd wanted me to right there. But the only
thing I could do was that I remained completely speechless, unable to talk,
unable to move. I could only nod.

After he had taken another two sips, his mood noticeably increased.
His cute face highlighted with his beaming boy-smile and I can tell you,
this caused to sent me almost over the edge.

"Feel better?" I asked, shivering still evident not in my voice but
all over my body, too.

"Uh-huh," the boy answered, "my head's still wet, but," he added,
"well never mind. It sure dries off itself."

Now I felt a giant opportunity to fulfil my biggest dream EVER: to touch
my untouchable little idol.

I asked: "Would you mind if I help you to dry your hair?"

"No, sure I won't mind, thanks," he anwered.

He agreed! He allowed me to! Wow!

I started to rub softly his beautiful damp hair dry, but suddenly felt
as if I'm not going to hold it back any more. The more I rubbed, the
more I could inhale the faint boy-scent of his damp hair, the pleasurable
warmth of his recovered body, the lively-pulsing stream in his little
veins, all this was constantly sending me over the edge, I was no more
sure whether I can still resist and postpone the inevitable.

I desperately tried to control myself, focusing my thoughts to lots
of unimportant things, trying to open the conversation.

I said: "Well it went everything so fast that I completely forgot
to indroduce myself to you. My name's Aaron."

His eyes widened: "Wow, my name's Aaron, too!"

"I know," I smiled shyly, "you're Aaron Carter, right?"

(saying his full name out loud didn't help much to subside the pain
in my groin, neither)

"You know me?" asked Aaron excitedly, his eyes widened even more.

"Of course that I know you. You're Aaron Carter, the most popular
boy-singer of the nineties! And your brother Nick is pretty good, too!"

This compliment sounded a bit like cliche but little Aaron was very
pleased. He reached out his hand. I reached mine out, too and we shook
our hands! Oh God, that brief touch of his soft boy-palm was totally
un-for-get-tab-le!

"Nice to meet you, Aaron!" I said.

"Nice to meet you, ...er... Aaron," he said and giggled.

I smiled at him back: "Welcome to England," but then my face took more
serious expression and I said, "I was looking forward to your show
so much," I admitted, "but when I saw the Evening News... please,
can you tell me what happened to you?"

Aaron's big eyes reminded me too late that I didn't choose the right
topic for discussion. His beautiful hazel-nut dots widened, absently
shrieking in horror, the boy jerked uncontrollably and screamed:
"B R I A N ! ! !   H E L P   M E ! ! !"

And he stared through me to an uncertain point, as if sudden recall
of memory returned to his consciousness, reminding him of what happened!

Then his body collapsed, he broke down and hugged me fiercely,
desperately, as if seeking a safe arm to rest, starting to sob silently.
"Oh, Brian," he cried, "what did they do to you?"

Spontaneously I hugged him back, clasping tenderly his little body
to mine, trying to comfort him, to quieten him. The only thing
I wanted to avoid were tears in his eyes. And so I just whispered
those silly words, "it's ok", "shhh", "good boy", until his silent
sobs ceased and he felt a bit better.

I was glad about it and asked: "Who's Brian?"

"Brian's our bodyguard," said the little one sadly, "when they came,
he jumped and covered me with his body just when someone shot at him.
I couldn't hear anything but I know they shot becuz they have guns with
those shot-silencers. And they must've hit him, 'cos he pressed his hand 
on his chest and fell on the floor!"

Aaron's eyes watered again with tears, his little voice trembled, when
he asked: "He's ok, isn't he? Say he is, please!"

My heart was bleeding upon his tormented expression in his beautiful
eyes ful of hope but I had to tell him the truth: "You must be very
brave, Aaron. They said in Evening News that he was heavily injured
and that they carried him immediately to the hospital."

Aaron tried to remain a brave boy but his chin trembled and his eyes
watered again.

"Oh, don't be afraid," I said, "I'm sure he'll be ok soon again!"

The boy hugged me again fiercely, vigorously, I knew how much
he needs someone to trust, as sorrow and despair overflowed his
little soul and I wanted him to be sure that I was here for him
to listen, to comfort and to help but this was only in my mind.
My body had another intentions. I observed, worried, how my body 
gives responses of his own to the tight, electrizing hug of a boy, 
of a boy so beautiful...

Still worried I tried to switch another topic. "So they took you with
them, right?"

"Uh-huh," the boy nodded.

"But how did you manage to escape?" I wondered.

"Well they stopped by the phone booth. They were two in the car and
both got out to call someone. They locked me in there with parental
locks but they didn't notice that the one on the left side is broken!"
the boy smirked, "I flipped it up, opened the door and ran. And then
I found your place and rang the bell," he finished proudly.

"Wow, you're pretty smart and brave boy!" I praized.

He blushed slightly and whispered only: "Thanks..."

We looked into each other's eyes, it was so incredible, so awesome,
I would stay the whole centuries like that, I felt another wave of
endorphins, adrenaline surge, increasing pulse-rate, my body tensed,
I felt a powerful throb down there, I was slowly approaching the peak...

And suddendly the inevitable came true. Little Aaron, now quiet
and relaxed, dropped his sight down and, slightly red in his face,
he whispered: "Excuse me, but... your thingy's getting stiff!"

He must have obviously noticed my prominent bulge, inflating
behind my cotton briefs, now revealed from behind my dressing gown,
audibly aching for release.

And this was already too much. Every sensation I could just indulge,
the pleasurable closeness of my beloved little boy, his damp scent,
his warmth, his small, high-pitched voice, all this suddenly mingled
in one absolutely unbearable, yet awesome sensation that exploded
in unison throughout all my mind and body, my aching bulge jerked
once, twice and I could only notice the vigorous shot and the warm
stream pulsing into my briefs...

I completely gave in against all those powerful feelings, forgetting
unfortunately that the boy sits right next to me, wrapped in my towel,
his hair being rubbed dry. And again it was too late. Too late I realized
that in the place where the tip of my "thingy" was touching the cotton
of my briefs, a wet, rapidly growing stain occured. It grew in size
and for the first moment I was staring at it dumbly, as if not knowing
what it was but then my mind shrieked in horror as I noticed that Aaron
himself caught the direction of my stare and aimed his own surprised sight
right into my crotch.

I realized that he "caught me in act" and my face blushed in the darkest
red. Oh, how I was ashamed! To allow such a thing happen just in front of
my beloved little idol! And that wasn't everything at all!

He giggled silently and said, surprised: "You've peed in your panties!"

My face couldn't be any redder.

I swalowed heavily and hesitantly blurted out: "That's not a pee, right?
It's... something else," my voice still shivering from what had happened
a while before.

He lifted his eyebrows and then he smiled broadly: "There's nothing more
than a pee that comes out down there!" but in the next moment his smile
froze on his lips and his eyes widened in surprise: "Oh, I know what it is!
That's not a pee, that's the thing Nick had told me about!"

"What did he tell you?" I asked, now a bit relieved, my voice still 
trembling, however.

"He told me about some white stuff that might start coming out
prob'ly when I'm older. He told me not to be afraid of it.
And when I asked him why does it come out he just smiled and said:
>>becuz your thingy's happy!<< D'you know what he meant?"

I knew ABSOLUTELY what Nick meant but I was so desperately scared
to show him that I only nodded without a word spoken.

"Well when's a thingy happy then?" he asked curiously, "does it have
to do som'thing with making babies?" he smiled broadly and then, picking
up the thought, he giggled.

I couldn't believe my own ears. This was sending me over the edge again.
But I felt at the same time that we both likely run at the full speed
into something very very dangerous. I only hoped we wouldn't get that far.

"That's only part of it," I answered honestly, "you can even help your
thingy to be happy, on your own." That was completely spontaneous, again 
I too late realized, I let my tongue flipped!

Quickly, I took control over myself, and said: "Aaron, please, you're
just too young to ask such questions. Please don't ask any more because
it might get me, you or both of us into serious trouble!"

"Oh, c'mon, tell me," the boy pleaded, "I won't tell anyone! Howdya make
your thingy happy?"

"All right," I sighed. This was SO tempting, I couldn't resist!

"Promise you won't tell anyone?" I asked once more.

"'Course I won't," he answered, slightly impatient, his eyes glaring
in expectation.

"Well, first you gotta touch your thingy with your fingers and stroke it,
very softly at first," I started, "then you need to wrap your thumb and
forefinger around the skin of your thingy and softly rub and stroke the
skin back and forth. Slowly at first and then faster."

"Does it hurt?" Aaron asked.

"Oh no, not at all. It only causes your thingy to get stiff, it inflates
more and more and then suddenly it comes and your thingy's happy."

"What comes?" Aaron asked again.

"Well, it's hard to describe what comes. It's a feeling, an awesome,
fantastic and powerful feeling as if something very pleasant would burst
into your entire body. It feels so good. And if you can feel it, well,
then's your thingy happy!"

The boy's glaring eyes widened: "Wow! It's really as easy as that?"

"Yes, it is," I nodded, smiling.

Aaron just sat there for a while, thoughtfully, having something obvious
in mind. Then he shyly, almost inaudibly whispered: "Can I... can I try it?"

I almost released another load when I heard his clear small asking voice.
This was undeniably far beyond my wildest dreams! And it was real!

"Yeah, feel free, but... you mind if I watch?" I asked, nervous tremor 
in my voice evident.

"No," he shrugged, "you could help me at last then, you could tell me 
if I'm doing it good." he smiled impishly.

Oh, yes. Yes, I will! Oh, my little boy, I will!

Hesitantly, Aaron took off his blue undies and revealed his smooth, cute,
lovely thingy, no more than 3" long. I must admit I was disappointed
a bit at first for I expected at least diminutive erection, but never
mind. I was sure it WILL come eventually.

The boy then followed my instruction and started to rub the skin on his
little boy-muscle back and forth with his thumb and forefinger. He was
very careful and solicitous, he was doing it for a long while but there
was no noticeable result. It caused to inflate his pee-pee into the state
of semi-erect, however.

"That's strange," the boy said, "I'm doing it on and on and nothing goes.
Maybe my thingy's sleepy now."

Without any thinkabout, I blurted: "Well, maybe I can help you with it, 
if you want me to..."

The boy's eyes highlighted with pleasure: "You would? That'll be great,
thanks! I mean, you sure know all the tricks!" and he leaned back, 
propping his upper body on both of his elbows,

"Now you can, I'm ready," he said, expecting with his glaring eyes,
what comes next.

Forgetting completely about his hair (now almost dry, anyway), I reached out 
and, still non-believening what am I allowed to do, I touched shyly 
the Aaron's little tool. It was now limp but so smooth, so beautiful!
I was stroking the boy down there only with the tips of all three
biggest fingers, so tenderly, almost unnoticeably. 

The first touch of my fingertip caused Aaron to let out a silent sigh, 
he closed his eyes and concentrates himself to those new, obviously 
wonderful feelings...

I was still stroking only the upper surface of his thingy, I still 
haven't initiated rubbing and I observed, pleased, what pleasure 
it gives to him, his mouth partly open his sweet breath almost 
inaudible, yet a little faster than usual. Then he opened his 
marvellous hazel-nut eyes, looked on me and whispered: "That's neat!"

"You like it?" I asked.

"Yeahhh," he breathed out, starting to be overwhelmed be sensations, 
"it feels tinglish down there, I can feel my pee-pee grow!"

"Yes, that's your blood that runs down there. It causes your pee-pee
to grow."

"Won't my blood leak out then?" he asked, a bit worried.

"Oh no, not at all," I reassured him, still stroking softly, "you know,
inside of your thingy are those little muscles that grow after blood
runs into them and they causes all your thingy to grow. There's nothing
to be afraid of, it's supposed to be like that."

After that I looked down there again... Wow, I managed to almost full-erect 
his thingy only by stroking its surface! Needless to say that I myself was 
hard as a rock and if the former involuntary release haven't helped me, 
I would surely release another load right there. 

Then I said: "See? Your thingy had grown a bit so that you can rub it 
between your fingers more confortably. You can give it a try now!"				

The sweetest boy, my little lovable idol said in a conspiratorial whisper:
"No, please, would YOU do it to me? That felt so neat when you were doing it!"

My whole body shuddered. In an uncontrollably trembling voice I asked:
"Are... are you sure? I mean I might have done things you wouldn't want to. 
Please, feel free to stop me whenever you want, ok?"

"Ok," he said, and added, wondering: "Is this that important to you?"

"Yeah," I confessed, "I don't wanna embarass you, startle you or even 
hurt you. You know, we're trying to make your thingy happy and this might
need doing things that are ok with me but might not be ok with you. 
And I only wanna you to feel good. That's why I'm asking..."

"Ok," the boy agreed, "deal. As soon as I won't like it, we'll stop, right?"

"Right, I promise," I smiled. Then I added, still stroking his 
velvetty-smooth boy-muscle: "one more thing. When a thingy is happy, 
it feels like a really awesome and huge blast that explodes inside 
your body. It feels so incredibly good and sometimes it feels like you're
going to pee. But you won't. It's just that your pee-pee wants to spurt out
the white stuff Nick had told you about. But I think it's too soon for you
to have any stuff to spurt. So if you would feel like you're gonna pee, 
please, please, relax and let it go, ok?" 

"Ok," little Aaron nodded, wondering probably, why this was so important 
to me.

"All right, let's go for it," I smirked and reached out. 

This time I wrapped his semi-hard thingy into my thumb and forefinger
and with: "This is the secret of how make it happy," I tenderly pulled 
his shaft back so that his cherry-shaped, dark red spongy head exposed.

Aarons body shuddered, tensed, he opened his semi-closed eyes wide 
and let out a silent: "Ohhhh... wwwwow..."

"What is it like?" I asked curiously.

Little Aaron gave me such a warm, grateful look, that I shivered 
from all the overwhelming sensations it caused to flood my body.
"That's awesome," he whispered, "is this the trick? To pull it back 
like that?"

"Yeah," I answered in a whisper, "and you go simply like that, then,"
and I started to softly rub his foreskin back and forth.

I can tell you, Aaron must have liked it so much, because soon he was
breathing erraticaly, his body was tensing and relaxing, his eyes closed,
he concentrated himself to experience all yet unknown sensations, he was
sighing silently, not moaning in fact, drops of sweat glistened on his
forehead. 

"Wowww,... that... that feels sooo goooood.... ohhhh, yeahhh.... I can...
I can feel my thingy... I can feel it grow... I think it's gonna be...
gonna be happy soon...!"

I felt overwhelmed by his approaching orgasm, obviously the very first
in his entire life. And the thought of it, that it's ME who's giving out
these very first sensations of maximal pleasure to my lovable little idol,
it was going to sent me over the edge again.	

I couldn't hold it back any longer.

"Mind if I use my mouth instead my fingers?" I asked, my voice almost broken 
from shiver and excitement.
  
"What?" a silent, non-believing question sounded.

"Please," I pleaded, "if you don't mind, please allow me to do it."

"Well... I... I don' mind but... ain't this gross?"

"If it isn't gross for you it won't be gross for me at all," I admitted.

"I can pee in your mouth," he giggled.

"So what?" I smirked playfully, still tenderly rubbing his shaft.

"Okay," he burst in a fit of giggles, "go on!"

His sincere boy-giggle caused to relax the tension in the surrounding 
atmosphere but I felt yet so close to my beautiful little boy, I didn't
want to spare any wonderful thing from him...

My pursed lips wrapped around his little boy-muscle and I started 
to suck. Tenderly, softly at first, then more intense. I swirled my 
tongue around the head, exploring the special taste, touching the slit, 
and then more, down the shaft, down the base. I still couldn't believe it!

There was my 10-year-old idol, the cutest, the most sincere and the most 
lovable boy from all over the world and I was giving him the ultimate 
pleasure he could get from the 22-years-old boy-lover, his greatest fan.

The amount of pleasure it was giving me was absolutely non-measurable. 
And from the occasional glimpses at Aaron's face, he must have felt almost
the same. His whole little body was trembling from excitement, soon he
started to buck his hips, softly, then thrust into my mouth, breathing
heavily, I could feel that not only I was approaching the point of 
no return and this caused to finally send me over the edge.

The boy suddenly stopped for a brief second, his eyes widened, he must have
apparently noticed that something was born inside him, something that 
exploded vigorously, bursting all over his body and the intensity of
incoming pleasure was so tremendous, so terrific, awesome and unstoppable!

"G-g-gonna pee," was all he managed to say and then it came!
He shuddered uncontrollably all over, gave a hard, final thrust 
to my mouth, his pee-pee twitched and jerked once, twice, and...
this was too much for me again! My muscle jerked in answer and shot
another load the warm pulsating stream of which flooded my briefs again.

At the same time, to my greatest surprise and pleasure, a tiny spurt 
of salty-sweet liquid squirted into my mouth! My little lovable idol, 
my boy I love most of all around the world, had his first orgasm!
A wet one!

I was so incredibly happy that I was allowed to experience all this. 
I looked deep into Aaron's eyes whose met mine but he aimed his sight 
down and blurted, embarassed: "Sorry I peed in your mouth..."

I hugged him tightly and stroked his beautiful strands of hair: 
"No, you didn't pee. I cannot believe it, but... it was the white stuff
Nick had told you about!"

Aaron's puppy-dog eyes widened: "What?!" he whispered in disbelief.

"Yeah, you're now a big boy. I never thought it would be possible
but it happened!"

"Can I... can I make babies now?" he asked nervously, his voice shivering
with excitement and yet a pinch of disbelief.

"Yes, I think you can. Now you have to be very careful when going out 
with girls," I answered, smiling and added: "...and no, I really don't 
mind you "peed" in my mouth. It just happened, that's all... Uhm...
So, young man, how do you feel now?"

"It's awesome, truly awesome. Is this when a thingy's happy? I'd never
believed it was so beautiful! Thank you for showing me that!" he said
honestly and gave me the warm grateful look of his again.

"It was my pleasure," I answered and playfully touched the tip of his 
buttony nose with my forefinger. As I was looking at him my blind spot 
in my eyes caught blurred digits of the clock and I spontaneously focused
to them to find out what was the time. 

"Wow, it's almost 11:00 pm!" I lifted my eyebrows in surprise, "you should
call Nick you're all right!"

Aaron's eyes widened: "Jesus, I forgot! He must be scared to death! 
Where's your phone, please?"

I ushered him to the hall and he tapped the number of Nick's mobile phone.
After a short while he spoke: "Hallo, Nick, it's me, Aaron. I'm ok, come
to pick me up, please, will you?"

(I could hear the burst of audible relief and joy as Nick exclaimed 
spontaneously in answer)

"Uh... where am I... well, I'll give you the guy who helped me." said Aaron
to the obvious cross-fire of questions and handed me the phone.

Nervously, I took the phone. Even if Aaron called me "the guy who helped" 
I still felt a bit guilty in front of Nick what I had done with his 
beautiful baby brother. 

"Hallo? This is Aaron Preston, ... no, of course not... he's absolutely 
ok... he told me he had managed to escape... yes, you can come right now, 
the address is... (dear reader, I want my address to remain anonymous, ok?)
yeah, me too... you wanna talk to him some more? ...yes..."

I handed the phone back to Aaron...

Some minutes passed and a hurled car stopped squeaking in front of my house.
The doorbell rang. Little Aaron darted direction main door and when these
went open he exclaimed: "Nick!" and jumped on his loving brother, hugging 
him tightly...

I stood silently away, observing the scene with joy mingled with sorrow. 
I was glad that the two loving brothers found each other eventually but
I was also sad I will never see my little lovable boy again...

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I was wrong! I was absolutely, wonderfully wrong when I thought I'll never
see Aaron Carter again! They took me with to visit them at the hotel, they
wanted to express their thanks for my taking care for Aaron. (I was worried
a little because, in fact, when they came to my place, Aaron was running
around only in his briefs but the fact that all his clothes were drenched 
from the rain, was speaking enough to subside any suspicion - which never
occured, after all).

We all, especially Aaron were then very unhappy when we learnt the latest
new from the hospital. The bodyguard survived his sustained injury but
it was so serious that he wouldn't be able to body-guard anymore. 
I must admit that the whole staff, from general manager up do Nick, they
all behaved in an absolutely fair way to Brian the bodyguard for they 
signed a contract for him to get paid a rent, more that enough to even
save some money. 

And what about me and Aaron? When they learnt about my former job, 
where I, rugged masculine type in my early twenties, worked in a night club 
as a security guard they offered me the job to work as a bodyguard for
Aaron and Nick! Oh, I couldn't believe my fortune!
As I wanted to remain anonymous, the newspapers and TV just rumored 
about a mysterious guy they called "Hero of the Day", who granted 
a shelter for Aaron at first, then who saved Aaron from the claws 
of the kidnappers and then who victimized yourself instead of Nick 
to save Aaron after a wild car-chase and vigorous shoot'em-up 
like in Chicago. Every suggestions of that case were patiently denied
by Aaron and Nick with a broad smile, only we knew the truth.

I stayed with my lovable little boy for the whole of his tour and then 
they offered me to prolongue my contract to the next season.

Me and Aaron had wonderful times together, we kept securely our secret
and experienced a lot of new adventures. But that's just another story.


T H E   E N D . . . .?

(it's up to you. If you liked this story and want me to continue in writing
about adventures of both Aarons, then you can always let me know... :-)